summary : just a simple day grocery shopping with hongjoong, until an old lady mistakes you two for a couple, and now you’re 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 😛 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 you’d want them. Or how your name sounded different whenever he said it—softer, 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 platonic—months of practice would do that. But then he’d laugh, or text you to make sure you got home safe, and suddenly it wasn’t.
But of course, none of it meant anything. You valued Hongjoong’s friendship more than anything, even if it meant pushing your crush down far enough to forget about it while you’re 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.
“You’re overthinking it again,” Hongjoong said, already reaching for one of the packets.
“I’m not overthinking it,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “I just have standards.”
“For instant noodles?”
“For survival, yes.”
“If you really cared about survival, you’d buy ingredients for real meals, not this processed stuff.”
“It’s not my fault they’re easier to make.”
He scoffed but still held up two different flavours anyway. “Pick one, then. Since you’re the expert.”
You leaned in slightly, scanning them. “That one’s better.”
Hongjoong shot you a look of disgust, which you did not take lightly. “Don’t act like you know any better! Last time you picked, all hell broke loose in my kitchen.”
“Well, last time I chose the better option.”
This time it was your turn to scoff. “You literally could not stop complaining about how much it sucked.”
He looked as if he was formulating a comeback before turning his head away in defeat. “Shut up,” he mumbled.
That made you laugh before you could stop it, and Hongjoong’s expression softened, as if he’d been waiting for that reaction without realizing.
He dropped both packets into the cart anyway. “We’re getting both,” he decided.
“That defeats the whole point of choosing.”
“No it doesn’t. It just means we don’t start another ten-minute argument over food.”
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.
“You drive this thing like you’re in a car chase scene,” 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 didn’t lose him in the crowd. It was easy like this. Too easy, sometimes.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind you. “Excuse me, dear?” 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.
“Sorry to bother you,” she said softly, “could one of you reach that top shelf for me?” You looked up at where she was pointing, already wondering how you’d be able to reach it.
But Hongjoong reacted before you even had the chance to answer. “Of course.”
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.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said warmly, adjusting it in her basket. Her gaze lingered a second too long after that, she smiled again—wider this time.
“You two are such a sweet couple.”
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.
“Oh—no, we’re not—“
“Oh don’t be ridiculous!” The woman insisted, her gaze unwavering. “Honestly, you remind me of my husband and me. I’ve never seen anyone look at someone with so much love in their eyes.”
It was your turn to laugh now, though it came out more panicked than Hongjoong’s. 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 more—did he really look at you like that?
“Ah, no, we’re just friends.” 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. “Did we really look that much like a couple?” 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 wonder—Hongjoong never seemed flustered around you. Not usually.
The rest of the shopping trip would’ve gone perfectly fine if it wasn’t 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, “Do we need milk?” We. Not ‘you’, not ‘I’—we. As if you’d always been deciding things together. He glanced at you, worried by your silence.
“Oh, um— ...yeah, probably.” You avoided eye contact, too scared that if he looked into your eyes any longer he’d 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.
“You know,” he said suddenly, placing a carton of milk down, “I still think that lady was crazy.”
You looked up. “Crazy?”
“Yeah.” He laughed softly. “A couple?”
Your stomach betrayed you again with a flutter.
“Right.”
Hongjoong looked over at you. “You don’t sound convinced.”
“I’m just saying, she wasn’t entirely wrong. We do look kind of…” You hesitated, fiddling with your thumbs. “I guess, intimate. Domestic. Way too comfortable for two people who are just friends.”
A beat passed before Hongjoong spoke. “What if I wanted us to be more than that?”
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 hadn’t 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 cashier’s voice dragged you back down to earth. “Will that be cash or card?” 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 heart’s 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 couldn’t 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. “Stop staring at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re in love with me or something.” 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. “Shut up.”
“I meant what I said at the store, by the way.” 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. “I’d like us to be more than friends. I’ve wanted that for a while, actually. But only if you want to too—there’s no pressure or anything!”
You chuckled at his sudden panic, your heart swelling with how gentle it all felt. “Of course I do, you goofball.” His body visibly relaxed upon hearing your words, as he shifted back to face the road with a sigh of relief. You couldn’t 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. “Now, hurry up and get us home. You don’t want your new girlfriend to starve, do you?”
Hongjoong looked at you with a surprised expression, which quickly turned into a smile. He laughed. “Never.”
You had become very good at ignoring things. But as Hongjoong gave you one final glance—eyes full of affection—you found that you didn’t want to anymore.
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🛰Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)
🛰Genre: action, romance
🛰Au: sci fi, soldier
🛰Trope: who hurt you
🛰Word Count: 954
🛰Rating: 18+, MDNI
🛰Warnings: physical violence, mentions of low self-confidence, mentions of behind the back talk,
🛰Summary: when Hongjoong sees you after a physical fight, there's nothing stopping him from giving as good as you got.
🛰Author'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
🛰divider by @cursed-carmine
“Where are they?” Hongjoong said so quietly that it was almost discernible if you didn’t hear the barely-withheld rage beneath the words.
You put both hands on Hongjoong’s arms in an attempt to calm him down. “I started the fight,” you argued.
Hongjoong grinned, slow and maniacal. “Well, I’ll end it then.”
“Hongjoong.”
He shook his head, almost as if he was looking to shake your mental hold on him. “No, do you see yourself right now?”
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. “Yes, and I earned it.”
You watched as Hongjoong’s fingers curled into his palms, still signs that he was holding back his full anger. “I will return it twofold to them,” he vowed.
You snickered under your breath. “Jongho doesn’t look that much better right now. I highkicked him so hard in the chest, he barely could breath after--”
You realized your mistake belatedly. You had let the person’s name slip that had beat you up. You shot out your arm to stop Hongjoong but he easily dodged out of your grasp.
“Shit,” You cursed and ran after him.
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.
“Get up,” Hongjoong crooned lowly.
Jongho’s venomous eyes moved towards you. “You just had to involve him, didn’t you?”
Hongjoong’s hand snapped out, gripping the front of Jongho’s shirt. “I’m your opponent right now, or did you forget that after I headbutted you?”
Jongho brushed the back of his hand across his lips. “Look, I have no quarrel with you, Hongjoong.”
“That’s too bad for you, because I’ve one with you,” Hongjoong said before he roundhouse kicked Jongho in the head again. “Now stand up and fight me. I look forward to grinding you into a pulp.”
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 Hongjoong’s temper right now. Hongjoong, on the other hand, shouted and spewed barbed words at Jongho. It was actually calm versus enraged.
“Eat this,” Hongjoong sneered, knocking Jongho out cold.
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. “See?”
Your arms were crossed under your chest. Hongjoong’s determination melted a little. “What?”
“Do you know why I started a fight with Jongho?” You said.
Hongjoong worried at his lower lip with his teeth. “No.”
“No,” You confirmed. “Because you let your anger get the best of you and you didn’t even bother to wonder why I started a fight with Jongho.” You turned your head stubbornly away from the man that had just dragged your pride through the proverbial mud. “How am I going to prove anything if you keep intimidating others on my behalf?”
“Darling,” Hongjoong said in a sing-song voice, rushing to your side, and cradled your head between his bloody-knuckled hands. “I can’t help myself.”
“Do you only see me as someone to protect? Do you not see me as an equal?” You couldn't help but wonder.
“Of course not,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “Never.”
“Then why?” This time this sentence came out with a slight wobble. You couldn't help yourself.
“Please, please don’t cry.” Hongjoong pushed his lips to yours, his only strategy to distract you. “I can’t stand around and do nothing when you look like you were tortured. I can’t. My heart burns for you, it melts in the middle of my chest right now, just because you sound like you’re hurting.” Hongjoong peppered you with kisses again; as if they had healing properties, and they could shoot straight to your bruised heart. “Please, don’t cry, my darling.”
You put a firm hand on Hongjoong’s chest and pushed him back. “Look at me, Hongjoong. I asked for this. I wanted to pit myself against Jongho. He’s been saying some shit about me.” Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared in response. “No, don’t 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, I’m nowhere near good as you or him. So I’m going to continue to throw my skills at the walls of other soldiers. You’re going to find me like this more and more.”
Hongjoong pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes but you could see his smile. “Then Jongho will have to continue to meet my fists. And my feet. And my head.”
“Hongjoong,” You said it with the fierceness of all your pride.
“My darling,” Hongjoong breathed. “As 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.”
You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose. “Well, I guess we should clean up then. I'm sure the med-bay is already having enough to deal with with Jongho.”
Summary: 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 he’d claimed you, he’d barely let you out of arm’s reach. Now it was routine: he slept pressed against you, one arm slung over your waist, ears twitching at every distant siren or neighbor’s 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 he’d 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 can’t. Director Park already has me on thin ice."
Hongjoong’s 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 didn’t 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 he’d 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 didn’t 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 pole… 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.
"You’re safe now" you whispered. "Here. With me."
He nodded against your shirt but didn’t 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. He’d 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. Park’s furious."
You kept your head down, pouring coffee like the rumors didn’t 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. You’d 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. Didn’t 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.
"I’m 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 I’ve 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 would’ve gone well."
Hongjoong didn’t smile. He guided you deeper into the apartment, tail still curled around your wrist. The space looked pristine, he’d 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. "Let’s go for a walk. The park across the street. After dark, when it’s quiet."
His ears perked slightly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. "Outside?"
"You’ve been cooped up too long. Just ten minutes. I’ll stay right beside you."
He agreed, but not without first scent-marking you again, thoroughly. By the time you stepped into the elevator he’d 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 exactly… but closer."
You leaned against the tree beside him. "We could go someday. Real snow. Somewhere remote."
His hand found yours, claws carefully retracted. "You’d do that? For me?"
"I’d 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, Hongjoong’s 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 haven’t 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 you’re 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 won’t touch you" he said. "Not while I’m 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 you’d 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 won’t. I won’t let them."
His forehead dropped to yours. The purr that finally returned was shaky, uncertain.
"I’m trying" he whispered. "To be good for you. To be… 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 you’d fought to give him.
Hongjoong pulled back, eyes burning with protective fire. "Let them come" he growled softly. "I’ve 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.
"They’re 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 won’t. 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 you’d 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 didn’t like that.
At the end of the review, the senior officer delivered the verdict with clinical detachment. "Given Subject HK-0047’s documented history of severe aggression and the recent anonymous threat reported to authorities, we’re 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.
"Don’t" he warned when you tried to reach for him. "Don’t 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 he’d 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 didn’t 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. "It’s how I can afford to keep you safe. The apartment, food, lawyers if we need them..."
"I don’t 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.
"Don’t" he snarled. "I’m 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 hybrid’s 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 didn’t 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 isn’t choosing. He was abused. I can help him heal for a few weeks until we find a permanent home. That’s 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 didn’t come out until long after you’d 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 wouldn’t kiss you. Wouldn’t 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.
"I’m not your job?" His laugh was broken. "I’m 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 Hongjoong’s phone lying on the floor with a single note typed on the screen: I’m too broken for this. You deserve better. Don’t 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 you’d 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 didn’t look up. "Go home."
"I’m not leaving without you."
"Why?" He finally lifted his head. Rain mixed with tears on his face, something you’d 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. I’m 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 who’s terrified of losing the only home he’s ever had."
His breath hitched. You reached out slowly and cupped his wet cheek. "I will always choose you. Even when it’s hard. Even when the system tries to take you. Even when you push me away. Forever doesn’t 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.
"I’m scared" he admitted against your skin, voice muffled. "Every day I’m scared you’ll wake up and realize I’m 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 don’t want to run anymore" he whispered.
"Then don’t." You stroked his soaked hair. "Come home. We’ll fix the couch. We’ll find Minho a better place. We’ll 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 didn’t 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 I’m 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 38°C by midday and the apartment’s 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. "What’s wrong?"
His claws dug into the mattress. "Rut. First real one since… since before the shelter." He squeezed his eyes shut, body shuddering. "It came on fast. Too fast. You need to leave. Lock the door. Don’t come back until it’s over."
You stepped inside instead.
Hongjoong snarled, low and warning. "I said get out! I won’t be gentle. I won’t be me. I’ll hurt you-"
"You won’t" you said softly, closing the door behind you. The heat in the room was stifling, rolling off him in waves. "I’m not leaving you to suffer alone for days."
He laughed, broken and bitter. "You don’t understand. This isn’t like before. This is… instinct. I’ll knot you. I’ll bite. I’ll 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. Don’t 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 wasn’t 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. Couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t pause: couldn’t. 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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. He’d 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 that’s ours."
You stroked his ears, exhausted and glowing. "One day. When we’re 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 didn’t. 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 you’d see the monster and leave" he admitted quietly. "The fighting ring… 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 don’t 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. Maybe… someday help other hybrids who have nowhere else."
You smiled against his skin. "We’ll 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 Hongjoong’s 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 Hongjoong’s 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. We’ve got paperwork from before the sanctuary laws changed. He’s unregistered stock. Legally ours to reclaim."
Your blood ran cold. You stepped forward despite Hongjoong’s 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 intruder’s knee. The human pulled a syringe, probably the same tranquilizers used in the old fights, but Hongjoong’s 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 isn’t over. Court date’s already set. He’ll be back in the ring where he belongs."
That night Hongjoong wouldn’t 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 won’t go back" he whispered against your hair. "I’d rather die free than fight in a cage again."
"You’re not going anywhere" you promised, holding his face. "We’ll fight this. Legally. Together."
The next morning you quit your job at the shelter.
Director Park didn’t 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 you’ll ever know. Keep your cage. We’re 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 Hongjoong’s records and shook her head.
"This won’t 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. Hongjoong’s nightmares returned with a vengeance. He’d 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 didn’t. 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 you’d chosen together. He looked devastatingly beautiful and heartbreakingly nervous, ears twitching at every camera flash.
The syndicate’s 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 you’d 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.
"I’m not property. I’m not a fighter anymore. I’m hers. And she’s mine. I want to build a life with her. Help other hybrids who are still trapped. I’m asking the court to let me choose my future."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Attorney Seo’s closing argument was sharp and passionate. Evidence of the syndicate’s ongoing illegal operations was presented. Your financial records showing you’d sacrificed your career. Medical reports proving Hongjoong’s 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. Hongjoong’s face was pressed to the passenger window, eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen real snow outside of grainy shelter documentaries.
The cabin you’d 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 you’d 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. We’ll 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 you’d met him through reinforced glass, Hongjoong’s 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 wasn’t scared of him at first until he attacked her so then she just left him in peace and doesn’t 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 Hongjoong’s 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 hasn’t yet realized it’s 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 or… didn’t. Hongjoong refused both paths. He didn’t improve. He didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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 didn’t roar. He didn’t 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 weren’t 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" you’d murmur. "I’m not coming in. Just… letting you know someone’s 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 wasn’t friendship. It wasn’t trust. It was acknowledgment: You exist. I see you. I haven’t 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. I’ve 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. Hongjoong’s intake photo filled the screen: younger, angrier, lip split and one ear torn. Below it ran the red banner: Subject HK-0047 – SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID – EUTHANASIA SCHEDULED XX SEP 20XX @ 15:00.
Your stomach dropped so violently you tasted bile.
Someone (Minji from intake) raised her hand. "Has he… shown any recent improvement?"
Park’s 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 man’s shoulder. Blood bloomed dark across the white tile.
The video cut off.
Park folded his arms. "We’ve exhausted every option. Behavioral enrichment, scent therapy, even pharmacological intervention. Nothing works. He’s not adoptable. He’s barely containable. The decision has been made."
The room stayed quiet after that. You didn’t speak during the rest of the meeting. You didn’t 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 didn’t knock.
"I’m taking him" you said.
Park looked up slowly, pen still poised above the paper. "Excuse me?"
"Hongjoong. HK-0047. I’m adopting him. Today."
For a moment the only sound was the wall clock ticking. Then Park laughed, short, disbelieving. "You’ve read his file."
"I’ve read it more times than you have."
"He nearly killed a handler last month."
"He didn’t kill him. He could have. He didn’t."
"That isn’t the point-"
"It is to me."
Park removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You understand what you’re asking? If he hurts you or anyone else in your building the liability falls entirely on you. No shelter insurance. No legal protection. You’ll be blacklisted from every hybrid-related job in the country. And if he kills someone…" He let the sentence hang.
"I know."
He studied you for a long minute. "Why him?"
You didn’t have a clean answer. Not one that would satisfy bureaucracy. So you gave him the truth you’d 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, I’ll spend the rest of my life knowing I could have tried."
Park exhaled through his nose. "You’re 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, he’s 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 didn’t growl. He didn’t 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.
"I’m not here to trick you" you said, keeping your voice low and even. "They were going to kill you today. I told them no. I’m taking you home instead."
His ears flattened slightly. Tail tip twitched once.
"I know you don’t trust me. I know you have no reason to. But I’m not leaving this room without you and I’m 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. "You’re 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 hadn’t felt in years.
He didn’t speak again during the drive. But when you reached your apartment and opened the crate door, he didn’t 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. Just… 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 hadn’t 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 you’d 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 you’d used outside his shelter room, never raising your voice, never making sudden gestures. You announced your intentions before you acted.
"I’m going to turn on the kitchen light now."
"I’m opening the fridge."
"I’m taking a shower, it’ll 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t try to touch him. Not even close. You didn’t try to make eye contact for longer than a second. You didn’t 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 night’s takeout did. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was… 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 you’d torn the place apart yet. I told him you’re neater than I am."
Or, once, very quietly after a particularly bad day: "I’m glad you’re 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. You’d 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. I’m just gonna-"
You took one step toward the kitchen. He moved. Not the slow, deliberate prowl you’d 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 didn’t scream. Training kicked in: don’t scream, don’t struggle, don’t 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. "I’m sorry" you whispered. "I didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 he’d claimed as his den.
You stayed on the floor until your heartbeat stopped thundering in your ears. The scratches weren’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t.
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 couldn’t 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 he’d simply gone back to the state he’d 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t stop pressing.
You had adopted him to save him. Instead you’d 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 couldn’t help it, you spoke for the first time in six weeks.
"I’m sorry I smell like the shelter" you said to the darkness. "I can’t help it. It’s on my skin now. Probably always will be."
Silence.
You exhaled. "I’ll 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 didn’t repeat it. He didn’t 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 didn’t know what it meant. You didn’t 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: "Dinner’s down." "I’m 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 you’d 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 didn’t 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. "He’s freezing."
Hongjoong’s gaze dropped to the bundle in your arms. The kit whimpered, pressing his face into your neck. A low growl rolled out of Hongjoong’s chest, slow, continuous, like distant thunder. You met his eyes for the first time in months.
"I’ll keep him in the spare room" you said. "He won’t 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, Hongjoong’s 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 didn’t see him move; he didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 24°C 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 didn’t 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 didn’t.
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. "I’m home" you said, habit more than expectation.
He didn’t 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 scent’s 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."
Hongjoong’s 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 didn’t 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 here… you chose me."
The words landed like stones in still water. You felt them ripple outward, touching every careful wall you’d 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 didn’t retreat.
"I brought them home because it’s my job" you said. "Because they needed somewhere safe. The same reason I brought you."
His tail lashed once. "I’m not the same" he hissed.
"No" you agreed. "You’re 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 was… 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 you’d realize I wasn’t worth it. Scared you’d send me back. Or worse, keep me but never look at me again."
Your throat tightened. "Hongjoong…"
"I attacked you" he continued, voice raw. "I hurt you. And after that I didn’t know how to fix it. So I stayed quiet. Stayed away. Thought maybe if I didn’t bother you, you’d keep me anyway."
He lifted his eyes again. "I’m 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 didn’t know how to reach you after… after that night."
He exhaled shakily. "I didn’t want to hurt you again."
"You didn’t."
"I could have."
"But you didn’t."
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 don’t want to smell anyone else on you" he murmured.
You swallowed. "Then don’t."
His pupils dilated fully. He leaned in, slow enough you could stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. 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 leopard’s scent lingered strongest. Then again. And again. Until your skin tingled and your knees felt unsteady.
"Hongjoong…"
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 he’d 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 he’d left. He paused there, licked them slowly, reverently, like an apology pressed into skin.
"I’ll 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 didn’t 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 feel…" 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 didn’t 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.
"I’m not letting you go" he murmured into your hair.
You squeezed his hand. "I’m 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.
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Summary: You don’t 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 wouldn’t 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, “Have you not slept?”
“No. I haven’t really slept since she came back. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this.”
Mingi just smiles hearing that, he completely understands. “She’s perfect.”
“She’s beyond perfect.” He leans forward and lightly kisses your forehead.
“I do worry though.”
Yunho’s eyes shoot to Mingi’s, “About?”
“What if life with us isn’t enough for her? We don’t know the first thing about humans or what they need or like. She’s told us some, but I worry that it won’t be enough.” 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. “What if we aren’t enough?”
Yunho is silent for a long moment as he thinks of a response, “I do worry about that too, but all we can do is our best. I will do anything for her happiness.”
“As will I.”
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. “This 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.” Yunho doesn’t look at Mingi as he talks, he’s back to admiring you.
“You know, I don’t know either.”
The sounds of night take over as they settle into silence. There’s the occasional chirp of a small frog or the rusting of animals moving around in the foliage, but they don’t worry. “I am sorry though, Mingi.” Yunho still feels ashamed, “Forcing you to leave was… I am sorry.”
Mingi nods, “It’s in the past now, there’s no need to stew on it or think of what should have happened. I forgive you.” He shoots him a playful smile but there’s a seriousness in his eyes, “But if you try that shit again I will have to kick your ass.”
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.”
You make another sound and both men quiet immediately. Your face scrunches as you huff out an agitated breath and they can’t help but find that incredibly endearing. With one last acknowledgment to each other, they settle back down, allowing sleep to take them.
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You wake enveloped in between both men, both holding onto like you’ll 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.
Lips press onto your clothed shoulder and Mingi’s husky voice grumbles into your ear, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
You start to stretch your limbs as best as you can, “We have all the time in the world to get used to this.”
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 that’s exposed to him while Yunho peppers kisses against your mouth. The heat rises between you all and you’re beginning to hate that you’re 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.
The first stripe of his tongue on your clit has you seeing stars as you grip onto Mingi’s 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 night’s ministrations.
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, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
Mingi holds you protectively, but is careful not to squeeze you too tight as you shake your head no, “No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m just sore.”
A disappointed sigh sounds behind you, “So I did hurt you, what other reason is there than I was too rough?”
You let out an amused laugh, “No, it’s not that. I’m just not used to… you know.” They still don’t seem to follow what you’re saying entirely. “I’m not used to penetrative sex.”
They’re quiet for a moment until Yunho cups your cheek and asks, “Is there anything that’ll help you feel better?”
“The warm pools at home would be heavenly, but I think time will suffice.”
“Then we will go home immediately.” 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.
“I don’t want to sit for an entire day while traveling, besides- there’s other things we can do.” Heat flushes your cheeks and you look down at the soft sand. Yunho’s hands snake around your waist as Mingi chuffs, not liking that you don’t want to go home now.
“What things do you have in mind?” 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, “Can I pleasure you instead?”
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, “You know that you can do anything to me.”
You smile and bite your lip, “Then stand up.”
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 doesn’t force you to proceed, he just patiently stands there with his hands by his side.
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 he’s already hard and ready for you. You make a pleased hum and sit higher on your knees, abandoning Mingi’s lap to kiss Yunho’s right hip. He jerks slightly from the sudden kiss but tries to remain still for you.
Hands find your hips from behind as you kiss lower on his v-line. You hold the back Yunho’s thighs as you finally graze your lips on his length and he can’t help but let out a groan. There’s 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. You’ll try to fix that issue eventually, but right now you’ll 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. He’s still careful even through the throes of lust.
“Fuck Y/N.” Yunho groans, “You feel so good.”
Mingi’s 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 he’s close.
Mingi’s 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 doesn’t 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 that’s been building in your core grows and grows as you lean back, letting Yunho fall from your mouth and lean your head back onto Mingi’s shoulder.
He whispers into your ear, “You look so hot pleasuring him. Let me hear you darling.”
A high-pitched whine escapes your lips as you grind your hips onto his hand, “Please Mingi.”
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. It’s all tongue and heat and you’re on the brink of exploding. With one more squeeze of your breast, you’re flying. Your chest heaves as you tremble, your release hitting you in waves that makes you twitch against both men.
After a minute or two, you finally lift your head from Mingi’s 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, “You know, that was supposed to be all about me pleasuring you.”
Mingi kisses your cheek, “You did so good.”
Yunho scoots closer, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
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 doesn’t seem phased and pulls you closer as Yunho stands up, looking around to see if there’s anything to eat. It’s 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, “My bag.”
Yunho understands immediately and cracks a smile, “I’ll go find it.”
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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 wouldn’t want it any other way.
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 Mingi’s lap as he massages your scalp. Yunho lays on top of your right leg, occasionally kissing your inner thigh which makes you twitch.
“You know, I still can’t believe that my life has ended up like this.” You say as you stare up into the night sky. “I for one wasn’t expecting to be the one chosen to be the sacrifice, and then to fall in love with the dragons who stole me.” You smile as they both make a noise. “I guess I thought my fate was to live in solitude even though I was surrounded by people, now I’m here with you.”
Mingi cups your cheek, “And here you stay, right?”
He already knows the answer, but you answer him anyway, “Of course.” You turn your head and gently kiss his palm.
“Oh you’re not leaving my love.” Yunho drags his lips up your inner thigh and smirks when you jerk. “You’re stuck with us.”
“I’m fine with that.”
The cracks of the fire beside you fill the air as you settle in. After a moment though, Yunho asks, “And you’re sure that you’re okay with not having human things? Or do what humans usually do?” There’s a worried edge to his tone and you don’t particularly know why that is.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” That doesn’t 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. “I don’t 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, I’m starting a new life with both of you. We can create new things, together.”
Mingi’s deep voice sounds above you, “I’m just worried that you may miss it.”
You exhale a long breath, “I may miss it.” The tension seems to grow with that and you rush to continue, “However, it’s not like I won’t ever have those things or do human practices ever again. We can start doing them on the island.” You think about the time when you found the drum and sang to them, and how you danced with Yunho while Mingi watched. “Can’t you trust that I will be okay?”
“We just worry about you, that’s all.” Mingi strokes your head lovingly, “I guess we’ll always worry about you no matter what.”
You only answer with a hum as Yunho’s 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 for you. Then an idea pops into your head and you’re not sure if you’ve gone mad. “What if…” You start and pause, not knowing how to articulate what you’re thinking, “I left a great deal in my old home, things that I would miss and hate to lose… What if we went and brought them home?”
They don’t answer you immediately and you become antsy and anxious, “Maybe I’m being too unrealistic.”
Yunho sits up, “No, it’s just going there would be dangerous. There’s no saying how they’d react to two dragons showing back up, especially with you being there. I don’t want to risk your safety.”
You know that he’s right. For centuries the humans of your village have been at the mercy of the dragons, offering up women in return for safety. There’s a deep-rooted hatred there that you know will never be remedied. You sigh and nod, “You’re right, it was too fanciful of an idea.”
“What if the dragons didn’t show up?” Mingi asks and you sit up, turning to face him while Yunho’s hands snake around your waist.
You furrow your brows, “What do you mean?”
“We’ll just have to be in our human form.”
Next Chapter ->
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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
Summary: Final chapter of the Sexual Education series. All 8 members join you in a session on your last night of your trip together.
Content warning: 18+ NO MINORS. GROUP SEX. Dom Ateez Sub reader. F/M and M/M content. MATZ WooHwa and WooSang moments. Nipple play. Oral sex. (F/m and m/m) Throat fucking. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Multiple orgasm. Overstimulation. Squirting. Eiffel Tower. Cum swallowing (f/m and m/m). Sex toys. Anal fingering (m). Dirty talk. P in V sex. Cum eating. She basically passes out from cumming so much. Creampie. Lots of cum tbh. Read at your own risk! May have missed some.
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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
“Hey pretty.” Yunho found you spacing out while watching a show you had seen far too many times to count. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah.” You smiled at him. “I’m just trying to make the best of the last day, you know.”
“I don’t think sitting here watching tv and pouting is the best you can do.” He chuckled, sitting next to you and pulling you next to him which made you squeak.
“Okay. I admit, I’m a bit sad.” You shrugged. “I don’t want to leave yet. Go back to school. I had way too much fun here.”
“I think we all did.” Yunho smirked but his eyes stayed friendly. “You learned a lot during this trip, huh? Do you feel you’re a pro now?”
“A pro? No. I wouldn’t say that. I haven’t had that much practice.” You giggle. “But I’ve had some good teachers.”
“I’m glad we were able to teach you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “And, you know, you can always ask for a refresh lesson once we get back. You know where my room is.”
“Really? So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” You ask him, a bit surprised.
“Did you really think that?” He almost looked insulted.
“Well, 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, that’s what would happen. We just wouldn’t speak of it again.” You explained, your voice falling quiet near the end.
“I see. I guess we did say that.” Yunho mumbled but looked at you curiously. “But, you don’t want that do you?”
You sat there silently for a moment and eventually shook your head ‘no’, not able to utter the word out loud.
“I don’t want that either.” Yunho admitted.
“Really?” You couldn’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through your chest at his confession.
“Really. I’ll be available to you anytime, beautiful. In fact-“ 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.
“I never really got to have you. Not like some of the others. I got to finger you which was quite the privilege but-“ he got closer to you, his lips brushing against yours. “-what I wouldn’t give to fuck you.”
“Then do it.” You told him, grinding down onto his growing erection through his pants.
“Right here?” He asked you and you nodded. “How brave you’ve become.”
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 didn’t 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.
“Yunho! Stop!” 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.
“What, pretty? You don’t want him to watch me make you feel good?” Yunho cooed at you with a fake pout. “Am I not doing a good job?”
“What? Oh-“ 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.
“So fucking pretty.” He told you. “Isn’t she, Seonghwa?”
“She really is.” Seonghwa said, slowly walking over to you both. Your heart started to beat a bit faster. “She tastes amazing too. I would know.”
“So I’ve heard.” He said, biting his lower lip. “I think I’ll have a taste.”
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.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Seonghwa asked you, palming himself over his jeans. He was hard. Rock hard. “Is he making you feel good.”
“Yes.” You moaned, yes fluttering as Yunho wrapped his lips around your clit. “So good.”
“Good.” Seonghwa started to unzip his pants, releasing his throbbing cock and started to jerk himself off. “You deserve to feel good, baby.”
Without giving it much thought you reached out in Seonghwa’s 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 Yunho’s 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.
“Fuck Yunho, you’re eating her pussy so good.” 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. “I think she’s about to cum.”
You felt as if your brain wasn’t working right. Your hips were on autopilot as they rocked back and forth across Yunho’s 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.
“Come on baby. You’re almost there.” Seonghwa cooed at you. “Cum on his tongue like a good girl for me.”
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.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You apologized, feeling embarrassed.
“Don’t apologize. That was so fucking hot.” 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?
“So were you not going to invite us to the party?” Mingi asked the room with fake disappointment.
“We’re just getting started.” Seonghwa said, his voice full of a darkness that admittedly excited you.
“I like the sound of that.” Wooyoung said. “Hi beautiful.”
“Hi.” You said, your voice shy.
“Cute.” Mingi chuckled. “She’s been with all of us but she’s still shy.”
“That’s part of her charm.” 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.
“Shit.” 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.
“Can I put my fingers inside of you, pretty girl?” 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, Seonghwa’s 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.
“Fuck! I’m- I’m gonna cum!” You warned them, but they only quickened their speed. They wanted you to cum, and cum hard.
“Come on baby. Be a good girl.” Mingi told you in your ear. “Cum all over our fingers.”
You screamed, your orgasm gushing out of you and onto the floor. The boys didn’t 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.
“Okay, let’s give her a break.” Hongjoong’s voice suddenly rang through the fuzziness. “I have some water baby.”
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.
“All better now?” Hongjoong asked you after you finished your water.
“Um, yes.” You answered quietly.
“Good.” He said. “Now. What exactly is going on and why weren’t we invited?”
“Don’t take it personal guys.” Wooyoung said, dick still in his hand. “Just a little impromptu group session going on here.”
“Really? Well, I guess that really wasn’t on the lesson plan so, we’ll let it slide.” Hongjoong smirked. “I’m just glad we caught you just as it was getting good.”
“I see you brought a part favor Yeosang.” 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.
“Hold on guys, let’s check in first before we just jump into this.” San walked over to you and crouched down, lifting your chin up so you’d look at him. “How are you feeling baby?”
“I’m okay. I’m just.. a bit overwhelmed I guess.”
“Guys we need to give her some room.” Jongho ordered the others, using his hands to push them back a bit out of the way. You turned your attention back to San.
“That’s okay. We didn’t expect this to happen either, really.” San smiled kindly at you. “You 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.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I guess I am.”
“We just want to have some fun. It’s our last night here with you and I think the best way for us to celebrate is by spending it doing what we’ve been doing for the last few days. If that’s okay with you?” He said softly again, his hand gently rubbing your cheek to soothe your worries. “We’ll stop whenever you want us to. And we’ll be gentle.”
“Unless you don’t want us to be.” Wooyoung stated in the back which had his receiving an elbow in the ribs from Hongjoong.
“But how.. how would I sleep with all of you at once?”
“Don’t worry, pretty. We’ll guide you through it. Haven’t we done such a good job showing you everything else?” San smiled his dazzling smile. “You trust us right?”
“Yes. I trust you all.” You told them. “I’ll try it.”
“Good. Now, why don’t we start, hmm?” He reached out for you, helping you sit up better on the couch. “Boys? Who wants to take the lead?”
“You guys got the most of her.” Mingi said, walking forward. “This is my first time getting a real taste. Baby, can you bend over for me?”
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.
“Look at her, already ready for him.” 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.
“Mingi..” 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.
“I think she needs some help, guys.” 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.
“Suck my cock. See if that will help you take him.” 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.
“Shit-“ 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 Jongho’s cock the wetter you got. Finally, with one firm push of Mingi’s 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.
“Fuck you’re still so tight.” Mingi cursed, pulling himself out of you slowly only to slam back into you with an intensity that had you falling onto Jongho’s 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 couldn’t 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.
“Fuck, her thighs are shaking. I think she’s about to fucking cum.” San practically whimpered as he watched you, warning Mingi since he knew your body well. As well as any of them.
“Yeah? Are you about to cum baby?” Mingi cooed at you, deepening his voice and quickening his thrusts. “Somebody come rub her clit.”
Yunho stepped up and pushed his hand under your body and between your thighs, finding your swollen clit. You tried to scream but couldn’t, choking on Jongho who was close to cumming himself as he buried himself in the back of your throat. Yunho’s fingers rubbed quick circles around your bud, his fingertips brushing against Mingi’s cock as he fucked you ruthlessly.
“Fuck- I feel her tightening up.” Mingi said, his voice straining as he fought to not spill inside of you just yet.
“Come on pretty, give it up for us.” Yunho said, pushing down harder on your clit and rubbing side to side. “Fucking cum on his cock like a good fucking girl.”
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 Mingi’s cock. Thankfully you were coherent enough to swallow the salty load with only a tiny bit of struggle.
“Fuck- oh my god.” Jongho gasped, pulling out of your throat and allowing you to take your first full gasp of air. “Who the fuck taught her how to do that again?”
“She’s a natural.” Hongjoong said, walking over and placing a hard kiss to your quivering lips. He could still taste the saltiness of Jongho on your mouth. “I want her next.”
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.
“Fuck!” You cried out. “Please be gentle.”
“I’ll take good care of you love, don’t worry.” 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 Hongjoong’s cock intensely. He paused to take a look at what you saw and chuckled at the discovery.
“Do you like what you see?” He whispered to you. “Two pretty boys playing with each other?”
You nodded, your eyes glued to the two of them as they continued to play and kiss each other.
“You’re full of surprises still.” Hongjoong mumbled, still rutted deep inside of you. “Wooyoung. Yeosang. She really likes what you’re doing. I can feel her squeezing my cock watching you.”
“Really?” Wooyoung smirked, pulling away from Yeosang’s lips. “Then let’s give her a show.”
Wooyoung dropped down to his knees in front of Yeosang who very eagerly lined up his cock with Wooyoung’s awaiting mouth. Wooyoung took his pretty plump lips and kissed the tip of Yeosang’s 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. Wooyoung’s 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 Wooyoung’s throat as Hongjoong started to brutally fuck into your pussy, his cock hitting your g-spot just right.
“God, listen to her fucking whine.” San said, walking forward to jerk himself off right over you.
“It has to be from watching them.” Jongho said, referring to Wooyoung and Yeosang. “Two boys. Who knew?”
“Then I have the perfect idea.” 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 Hongjoong’s 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 Hongjoong’s cheeks. When Hongjoong pulled out of you on one of his thrusts, Seonghwa’s 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 Seonghwa’s waiting fingers. His whimpers sending a shockwave of overwhelming erotic euphoria to your core. Seonghwa’s fingers hitting his prostate every time he pulled out of you, and every thrust into you was a direct rub against your g-spot.
“Fuck-“ 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 Wooyoung’s mouth. The anticipation began to build, Hongjoong’s moans in your ear making everything even hotter.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ Yeosang warned him, holding his head to push him away but Wooyoung doubled down. You felt your core tighten as Hongjoong’s 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 Wooyoung’s 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 Hongjoong’s 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.
“Fuck, you look divine.” San drooled. “Let’s see how much more you can fit in there.”
“Wait, Sannie- ahh!” You cried out as he pushed himself into you, Hongjoong’s cum pushing deep inside of you and squishing out around San’s cock.
“Remember your safe words baby.” 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.
“I think it’s time.” 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 San’s thick cock as he fucked you.
“Fuuuck. That’s it baby.” He groaned, feeling you tighten against around him. “Yeo, turn it up.”
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.
“Fuck, look at her.” Mingi mumbled to the others.
“He’s fucking the cum straight into her. That’s so fucking hot.” Seonghwa groaned.
“She loves her nipples being played with. Look how she squirms? Go suck on her other nipple Yunho.” 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 don’t 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 San’s shaft and balls. Your thighs started to shake and your walls were practically choking his cock, letting him know you were close.
“She’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” He grunted, his hips fucking into you even harder.
“Are you gonna cum again for us?” Wooyoung asked you, his fingers still brushing over your sensitive nipple. But words failed you, your mouth opening but only silent gasps coming out. “Hmm?”
“Fuck, she can’t even speak.” Hongjoong said in elated delight as he watched.
“Come on baby.” Yeosang told you, hitting speed the button one more time. “Cum.”
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.
“Holy shit-!” He yelled as he was soaked, his orgasm hitting him hard.
“Fuck, look at that!” You don’t know who even said it, you didn’t care. Your brain was off. Disconnected.
“I have to make her do that.” 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.
“Hey. Hey, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked you, stroking your face with the back of his hand. You felt dizzy, head fuzzy, and you didn’t dare to sit up right now. “Can somebody go get her some water please? Maybe some Gatorade?”
“On it.” Yunho said, taking big steps to get to the kitchen faster.
“We may have overdone it.” Hongjoong said, a bit worried. “Put the throw pillow under her head.”
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.
“So.. that was intense.” You giggled.
“Oh thank god! I thought we broke her for good.” Wooyoung said dramatically, hands on each side of his head as if it was about to explode.
“I’m glad you’re still with us.” Jongho patting the top of your head.
“Yeah, for a moment you had us worried.” San smiled in relief.
“I’m okay. I promise.” You reassured them. “But, did I do okay? Like, did you guys enjoy it?”
“Yes.” They all said in unison which made you laugh from deep in your chest.
“I’m glad. I guess that’s means I passed my final exam?”
“With flying fucking colors.” Wooyoung told you confidently.
“I still can’t believe I did.. that.” You giggled, replaying some of the moments of the last hour in your mind.
“You really have come so far.” Yeosang said proudly.
“Really. I mean, you started this trip as a virgin and you finished with an orgy. That’s definitely impressive.” Mingi told you, reminding you once again that tomorrow was the end.
“So, that’s it then?” You said, feeling a bit sad. “We go back tomorrow and it’s all over?”
“Like 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.” Yunho said, winking at you.
“Same here.”
“Yes.”
“Me too.” 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.
“So, it doesn’t have to be over after today?” You smile at the realization, your heart fluttering.
“You’re stuck with us. Plus, all schools have class reunions right? Think of it like that. But.. with sex. Regularly.”
“Shut up Wooyoung.”
And so the bliss continued long after the trip, along with your sexual education.
———————- The End ——————-
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 I’ve ever written and I can’t 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 didn’t come and I can’t 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 they’re 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!reader
Summary: 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: 3.1k
AU: a/b/o
Genre: Fluff/Angst
warnings: alcohol, people being tipsy, food mentions, anxiety, pet names, I think that's it
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“How are you so cute?” 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 Yunho’s shoulder, becoming quiet and just observing everyone.
It seemed, based on Wooyoung’s glee over San’s 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.
“I don’t know?” y/n replied to him, shrugging her shoulders and accidentally pushing San off at the same time, causing the tipsy beta to whine. “I’m sorry, San-oppa,” the omega said, turning to look at the red-faced man.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again,” he whined in reply, moving to lean his head back on her shoulder once more.
“Okay, I think it might be time for us to go home,” 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.
“Maknaes, we’re leaving,” Yeosang’s 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 they’d 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.
“Awww, we don’t get Sannie?” Wooyoung pouted, having hopped in the van first without looking back.
“Hwa-hyung says you’ve lost your Sannie privileges.” Yeosang said, making the omega pout.
“That’s not fair,” Wooyoung said back, pouting even more if that was possible.
“You got him tipsy, which had him leaning all over y/nnie here,” Jongho interjected.
“Don’t try and make sense!” 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.
“And now he’s speaking English, it’s definitely time to go home.” 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 didn’t 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 Seonghwa’s hold and walked over, stumbling slightly as he headed straight to y/n, wrapping his arms around her and swaying them back and forth.
“Our cute baby omegaaaa,” he said, rubbing his head on the top of hers. “So cute and adorable and I’m going to keep you safe.” 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.
“Wooo, Hwa-hyung, build a nest, please?” The dancer pleaded, deploying his puppy eyes to use on the two. “Wanna cuddle our baby omega in it, and we can all cuddle too.”
“Sannie, I don’t know.” Hwa started to say.
“YES!” Wooyoung said, interrupting the older idol.
“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa immediately turned to him, “We’re not going to, unless y/n says yes. We’re not pressuring her to join our nest or anything like that. She has the last say here, not you or I. Or San.” He said, looking at said beta as he spoke his name. “Her comfort is the priority.”
“But,” Wooyoung said.
“No buts,” Seonghwa said to him, before looking at y/n, “Y/n, would you be comfortable with us building a nest in the living room? And would you want to join us in said nest?” 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.
“I need to hear you say it, darling.” Seonghwa said after she nodded, needing verbal confirmation.
The pet name sent shivers down y/n’s spine, but she replied to the eldest member. “I’m okay with you both building a nest, and being in it.” 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 they’d 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 man’s 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 didn’t have to. And maybe she was overthinking a bit too, which because she was so focused on watching the others, she didn’t 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 Seonghwa’s scoldings about his actions. His deep voice whispered into her ear as his scent surrounded them, “Let’s cuddle the worries and anxieties away.”
The rapper didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 Mingi’s 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 Mingi’s 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.
“Good morning y/n-ah. You have to get up, you have to leave for your shoot in about 45 minutes.” He said, keeping his voice low so as to not wake any of the others.
She groaned once more and nodded. “What time is it?” She asked the eldest member.
“It’s just after 6:15 am. I woke you last, I know you’d probably want a bit more sleep before the long day ahead of you.” 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.
“Hey, it’ll be okay, Hongjoong will be with you, and the staff we work with are all so nice, and you’ll have new stylists too. It will all work out okay. Plus, we’re all only a text or call away, yeah?” He said, leaning down to kiss the top of the younger omega’s head. “You will have fun today, I know it.”
Y/n nodded, a bit convinced and reassured, but it was still a bit of an unknown experience for her, so she couldn’t help but worry. She was just anxious by nature, and big things like this always had her worrying. “Okay, Seonghwa-oppa.” She said, to which he nodded and turned her in the direction of her room.
“Go on now, go get dressed,” 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 wasn’t sure when the other omega would have found the time to do that. It was too small to be Mingi’s, so the tall alpha was out of the question too. She really wasn’t 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 she’d 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.
“Hey, are you ready-” 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 couldn’t see it, his ears were very red. “Where’d you get that?”
“The hoodie?” She asked, to which he nodded, “Oh, well it was on my bed when I came in this morning. Why?
“Oh, uhm, no reason, I was just wondering.” 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 didn’t 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.
“Oh? What’s going on here?” 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/n’s room.
“Hongjoong-oppa and I were talking about this hoodie because it just appeared in my room. You wouldn’t happen to know whose it is?” She asked, looking at the older man and hoping he’d know the answer.
“It might belong to one of the younger members? I’m not sure. Hoodies tend to get shared around a lot. Maybe it might even be our captain’s here.” He said, glancing over at said captain to see his ears burning and very red still. “Though 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 you’re announced publicly.” 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 alpha’s had worked. And even better, y/n hadn’t realized who was behind it or whose hoodie she was wearing.
Back in y/n’s 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 wouldn’t have enough time to eat before the van came to pick them up.
“I know you’ll have a longer trip today to where they’re filming today, so I packed you food you can eat on the way there. Or now, if you wanted.” 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.
“Don’t do that, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” the alpha said, moving closer and setting down the containers in his hands on the countertop. He moved Seonghwa’s hair to look at where he was scratching, a frown appearing on his face as he saw the scratch marks on his omega’s 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 didn’t cause further hurt. It wasn’t 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.
“Were you zoning out, or are we so pretty you can’t help staring?” Hongjoong said, smirking cheekily at her.
Y/n immediately blushed and looked away, a bit embarrassed at getting caught staring at the two men.
“So, which one is it, little one?” Seonghwa asked, moving closer and Hongjoong followed right behind his omega.
“I think you were,” Seonghwa said, “and it’s okay if you were. Joongie and I don’t mind a pretty omega watching us.”
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 don’t 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
Masterlist
MDNI
Chapter 10
After arguing for half of the night, Yunho has convinced you to search for Mingi at first light. You still don’t like it, but he tells you over and over again how he’ll find him no matter what. Just the thought of Mingi travelling farther and farther away from you makes you sick with worry that you’ll never see him again. Although, you trust that Yunho will follow through on his promise.
You rest your head on Yunho’s 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 don’t ever want to let him go.
The moonlight filters through the honeycomb wall, creating just enough light to see. He kisses your head once more, “Get some sleep my love.”
“Don’t go anywhere.” You nuzzle your cheek into his chest.
He chuckles, “I’m not leaving your side for anything, don’t you worry. Now sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Even though you want to stay up to savor each moment in his arms, you know that he’s 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, “Goodmorning beautiful.”
“Goodmorning.” You flip to your back and stretch your arms over your head.
He watches you with such love in his eyes, “I’ll go get you some breakfast.” He begins to get up, but you grab onto his forearm and he chuckles, “I won’t go far, but you need to eat before we head out.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip and let go, but before he moves to get up, he kisses you once more.
You watch him go and settle back down in your bed. Now that he’s 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 he’ll 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 you’re done with your meal, you get ready for the day and put on some men’s pants and a white blouse. It’s big, but you’d 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 can’t help the smile on your face.
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, he’s off running in the direction of your cave and you lean up against the altar to wait for him. It doesn’t take him long to come back with a thick blanket and you can’t help but love him more. He wraps you up and leads you to the edge, “You need to hold on, okay? It’s windy up there and I’ll be moving a lot, so you have to hold on.” The worry on his face is evident.
You reach up and cup his cheek, “I’ll hold on, and even if I fall, you’ll catch me. I trust you.”
That doesn’t seem to help his worry at all, “Y/N, I’m serious. I can’t worry about you and track Mingi down at the same time.”
Rising onto your toes, you kiss him and you feel him melt into it. “I’ll be okay, Yunho. It’s not the first time for me to fly.”
“Yeah, but you were in my claws. This’ll be different.”
“I’ll hold on. If I feel like I’m falling, I’ll tap on your neck three times, okay?”
He nods and kisses you one last time. It’s 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, “You’re beautiful.”
He chuffs and nudges you with his nose for you to get on and you nod, chuckling. It’s 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 doesn’t 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. It’s different than being in his claws while pain surged through your sides. Now, it seems like you 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, it’s 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 don’t 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.
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 he’s tracking Mingi when there’s nothing to track. You’re still learning all there is to Yunho and Mingi and their abilities, but you’re sure that you’ll 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. You’ve watched the sun move in the sky until it dips below the clouds and you’re 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 can’t complain at all because you’re with him, you’re touching him- That’s all that matters now.
Yunho makes another warning grumble and you hold on tighter. He doesn’t change directions like you expect him to, instead he starts to descend into the clouds below. When you emerge, you see that he’s headed to another island. It doesn't look anything like Yunho’s island, but a small stretch of land covered in thick trees. It’s hard to see due to the dying light, but you see one fire on the far end and that fills you with hope.
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 don’t listen to him at all. You hop over fallen trees and weave around bushes in your way, not caring that you can’t 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 don’t stop when you run past the fire and you don’t stop to stand in front of him. The closer you get to him, he becomes more concerned and begins to back away, “Y/N, you’re getting too-”
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, “I love you. I love you Mingi, more than anything.”
A guttural noise comes from him and you’re not sure if it’s 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, “Run Y/N! I don’t want to hurt you1 Run and hide!” His panicked eyes flick to the fire and you know that Yunho is right there.
“I’m not going anywhere Mingi.” 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. It’s as if the dragon warring inside of him doesn’t 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.
In a deeper voice than you’ve ever heard before he says, “How? How can you touch?”
Yunho answers first, “It’s like the drive, the need to finish the ritual vanishes in an instant, but you have to let it. It feels like you’re being burnt alive to let it go, but you can. You can choose it, you can choose her. You don’t have to comply to the needs of our ancestor dragons, we can choose our own path now.”
You take a step forward and Yunho keeps his hand firmly clasped in yours as you tentatively reach out and cup Mingi’s cheek. He lets out a sharp gasp and his eyes meet yours as you whisper, “Be with me. I want to live the rest of our lives together.”
He lets out an easy laugh, “As if it’s a choice.” His red eyes flicker and then returns to his regular dark brown that you could get lost in, “I wouldn’t want anything else Y/N. I’ve wanted you for a long time but I was too afraid to do anything about it. I couldn’t let myself believe that I could live my life with you because I was afraid of what the dragon could do to you.” His eyes flick to your conjoined hands with Yunho and back to you, “Seeing that it’s possible, I don’t want to be afraid anymore, I want you.” A handsome smile blooms on his face, “I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too.” 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, “I’m so happy we found you. I was so afraid that I’d never see you again.”
His brows furrow and he reaches for your other hand, “I never should have left, I’m so sorry.”
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, “You don’t need to take the blame Mingi.” He lets out a breath and lets his hand drop to his side, “He didn’t leave on his own volition, I made him leave.”
You take your hand from his, “You what?”
Mingi puts a hand up to ease the growing tension, “There’s no need to get angry about this, it’s all in the past now.”
“That’s not the point, Yunho, you kept this from me.”
He nods and chews on the dead skin on his bottom lip, “I did, and I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry for a lot of things actually. For one, I never should have told you to leave Mingi, you’re my greatest friend and I shouldn’t have let my emotions cloud my judgement. And I shouldn’t have kept that fact from you Y/N, you deserve to know everything.”
Mingi disregards everything that Yunho said and gathers him in a hug, “Stop being so glum. We need to celebrate!”
You watch with your arms folded over your chest and you can’t help but let all of those negative feelings fade. There’s no need to stew on the past, you’re all together now, that’s 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 men’s mood changes immediately and Mingi turns to Yunho, “Let’s go fish.”
They leave you by the fire to go get dinner. You’re 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 they’ll 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. You’ll live with them on the island, making it your home in all aspects. You expect Mingi and Yunho to move into your cave, you don’t 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 about what you’ll do with them and you squirm in your seat.
Even though it feels like forever since they left to get you food, you’re sure that it’s only been ten minutes at most. When they return, they have two coconuts and one fish, and you can see that they aren’t 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. There’s a deep flush on his cheeks each time he does, and you find it to be incredibly cute.
“Were the fish not cooperating today?” You smile.
Yunho shoots you a look and lets out a breathy laugh, “Hard to fish when we don’t have any spears. Had to catch it with our hands, in the dark mind you.”
You hum and lean back onto your hands while staring at the flickering flames. There’s 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. There’s an energy surrounding you three and you haven’t 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. You’re curious as to what they’re keeping from you, but you don’t ask while you eat.
When you’re 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 don’t have to look beside you to know that Mingi has followed you because he hums and scoots close to you. “You know, “ He starts, “I never thought that my life would end up like this. I thought I’d live life on my island with my Father. I was content with that, and when I lost that, I never thought I’d have happiness again. When I met Yunho, he became the only person I cared about, and yet I was still afraid that I’d end up losing him too.” He turns to face you, his eyes warm and sincere, “But when I met you, those fears hit me head on. To think that I could be the one to kill you? I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't allow myself to fully let you in even though I was lying to myself.” He reaches out tentatively and takes both of your hands in his, “I have loved you for a long time Y/N, and I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
Warmth builds in your chest as you gaze into his eyes, “I love you so much.”
He bends and presses his lips to yours gently, he’s 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. It’s 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.
He groans against your mouth, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
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.
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, “You’re so beautiful.” His hands trail up your legs, and you watch with bated breaths, seeing if he’ll touch you where you most want him to. Instead, he stops on your thighs and smirks, “Can I pleasure you?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” You reach for the button on your pants, but he moves your hands away and kisses your palm.
“No, let me.” 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.
“Where did you learn that?” You whimper.
He continues to work your clit and answers you with a deeper voice, “When we went fishing, Yunho told me everything I needed to know.” You should have known that, of course Yunho would teach him. Now that you’re thinking about him though, you notice that he’s nowhere near you. Mingi sees the question in your eyes, “He took a walk to give us some privacy.” He circles your clit again and you choke out a moan. “I wanted you for myself the first time I touch you.”
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 he’s 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. “Curl your finger a little bit.” 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 can’t 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 you’re not sure that you’re on the ground anymore.
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 can’t handle it anymore.
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. It’s frantic and ravenous, like you both can’t hold back anymore. You start to grind on him and the choked moan that comes out of his lips is the best thing you’ve heard.
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, “Do you enjoy teasing me this much?”
“Oh, but you did it to me. Fair is fair.” 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 he’s on the brink of exploding. When he’s 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.
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. “Can I move?” You huff out and he is quick to nod, practically begging for you to continue.
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 he’s 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, “You’re killing me Y/N.”
“Then do something about it.”
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 can’t help the high-pitched moans coming from your mouth, but that seems to goad him on more.
When you close your eyes unconsciously, he growls, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
You comply and grip his forearms tighter, “Mingi-”
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. “You feel amazing.” His voice is almost inhumanly deep, “I don’t ever want to stop. Fuck-”
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, “You are…” He exhales a long breath and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing you reverently, “There is no amount of words to describe how perfect you are.”
Your heart melts and you reach to thread your fingers through his white hair, “I could say the same about you.”
He chuckles, the vibrations of it hitting your stomach, “I’m hardly perfect, but you make me a better man. I’m eternally grateful that fate brought us together, because now I can’t imagine my life without you.”
The pleasant sigh that escapes his lips while you massage his scalp is music to your ears.
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 don’t bother getting up with him, even now your limbs feel lax and heavy, and it would be too much effort to try.
To your left, you hear the crunching of broken branches on the ground and see that it’s 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, “Hey beautiful.”
“Where’d you go?”
He swallows, “Um, just went on a walk.” 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 it’s cute that he’s so flustered.
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 he’s 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 don’t even need the blanket. The immense feeling of safety surrounds you, and you’ve 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 didn’t have to worry about surviving, all while making sure that she was well taken care of. Now though, you don’t have to look out for yourself anymore- You have Yunho and Mingi. They’ve made it perfectly clear that you are the most important person to them and that they’d protect you from anything that would harm you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had to be hypervigilant and responsible, too mature for what a child should have been. Now you can just 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. There’s no inch of skin of you that isn’t pressed against them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. In the matter of minutes, sleep calls you into its sweet embrace and you welcome it.
"YANDERE DEMONIC ROYALTY ATEEZ OT8 X WITCH/MEDIC READER"
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Trigger warning:contains dark and non con elements/torture/death and several others
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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!]
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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 doesn’t 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.
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[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 doesn’t 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 don’t 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 don’t 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.
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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 Hongjoong’s 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.
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Summary: 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.
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Best friend Yunho x reader
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 / 𝔸𝕦 / 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖: Smut, Friends to lovers!au, Non-Idol AU
ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI
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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 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.
𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: 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.
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𝔸/ℕ: 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.
'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.
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.
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 Yunho—much more than you should like a friend, but who wouldn't like Yunho? He was the absolute embodiment of the perfect man—looks, 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.
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.
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 my 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."
"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.
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.
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.
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..."
"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.
God, that look—why 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 head—too many ideas—for you to be able to focus on anything in particular.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
"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 metaphorical—erything 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 face—that'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.
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.
"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.
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 mouth—wet and hot—sliding 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.
"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..."
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.
"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.
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.
"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. 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."
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 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.
"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.
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.
"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." 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.
"Stop me then, Chagi. Tell me that I should stop." Yunho says, kissing your clothed pussy gently and drooling even more on your panties. 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.
"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?
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.
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.
"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?"
Everything is happening too fast for you to be aware of it.
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.
'Yunho...' His name flies out of your bitten lips with a soft, panting whimper.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
"Fuck, you're so perfect—all 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.
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.
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.
As your hips start shaking violently, your groans turn to pathetic sobs, and your cunt begins to milk his fingers—your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers—Yunho 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.
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.
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.
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..."
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 wanted—the feeling that none of your exes had been able to give you.
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.
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 and 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.
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.
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.
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.".
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut with plot, unspecified historical au
ಠ_ಠwarning/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."
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
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 — 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 — 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 — 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.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
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 — 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.
summary: San accidentally buys real cupid arrows and uses them on you, unleashing all of your hidden desires.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: dirty talking, misuse of chocolate, oral sex
a/n: part 6 of roommate series. this is my valentine's gift to everyone
“Y/n!! Y/n!! Look what came in the mail!!” San yells while banging frantically on your door. He jumps enthusiastically when you finally come out of your room. Your hair is a mess, your pajamas still on. Tiredly, you rub your eyes. “What did you get San?” You say, yawning. “I wanted to dress up as Cupid for Valentine's Day and my bow and arrows came in!!” San sets the box on the kitchen counter while you grab a mug and start making coffee.
Grabbing the kitchen scissors, he tears the box open and pulls out an impressive looking gold bow and arrow. “Wow it has some weight to it, the quality is better than I expected.” He says, examining the bow. You grabbed one of his arrows and ran your fingertip along the feathers fastened to it. They were unexpectedly pillow soft and delicate feeling. And despite being rounded off, the tip of the arrow felt like real gold.
“Huh, you're right-“ You start, but your thoughts are cut short by San aiming one of the arrows directly at you. “Hey! Watch where you point that thing!” You yell at him and he laughs. “What? Are you scared of falling in love with me?” San says while wiggling his eyebrows and you blush. For a brief moment in your friendship with San, you did have a crush on him, but that was so long ago it was basically ancient history.
“More like, I don’t want to wear an eye patch because of you.” He laughs again, this time, accidentally releasing the arrow at you. It pierces your skin and you wince, but instead of feeling pain, you feel warmth take over your body. When you open your eyes, San looks as if he has a glittery filter over him. “Whoa…. Have you always been this pretty Sannie?” You ask breathlessly. San becomes flustered for a moment by your sudden tenderness, but shakes the feeling away. “Stop playing Y/n, that’s such a lame joke.”
“I mean it San. I’ve always thought you were handsome, but now you’re indescribably gorgeous.” The praises flow from your lips with ease partially because of the arrow’s magic, but mostly because the words were already in your heart to begin with. San places his hands on your shoulders and shakes you roughly to snap you out of it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like hearing those things from you. The feeling of his strong grip on your shoulders makes you reflexively press your thighs together as you imagine what his hands could do elsewhere on your body.
San stumbles backwards with a hand covering his mouth in shock. Were you really affected by him in this way? It was too good too be true, but when he picked up the box the items came in he realized that it, in fact, was:
Box contains authentic love spell arrows. Results last a maximum of 24 hours only if the subject truly desires the user prior to being pierced by the arrow. Use with extreme caution.
So they intensify the desire that was already there? Seeing you standing before him with your lips parted, eyes wide, and thighs shamelessly rubbing together, San laughs to himself. "You poor little thing..." He gently brushes a strand of hair off your face. His touch is so warm on your skin, it feels like you're melting. You thrive off his attention. "San please I need to suck your dick right now." You beg. "I want to kiss it all over." You continue, looking down at the tent in his gray sweatpants.
He raises an eyebrow, grabs your hand and holds you close. His touch leaves a trail of electricity on your skin. "If I had known how badly you wanted it, I would've given it to you already a long time ago baby." San's voice is deeper than usual, yet sweet like red velvet cake. "Because it's already yours, it has been for a long time..." He grabs your hand and places it directly on the front of his pants. His imprint is huge, it barely fits in your hand. "Now make it yours." He says while kissing along your jaw, letting his tongue drag along it.
You drop down to your knees in front of him, carefully sliding the material down to his ankles. His cock springs free, standing proudly against his stomach. San rubs his tip against your face, letting you feel it everywhere except in your mouth and you whine in response.
"Shh I know baby, I know you want it. Let me make it a little sweeter for you first." San glances at the unfinished chocolate strawberries on the counter and takes a bite of a bright red berry. The juices trickle down his chin, his tongue loudly slurping up the liquid. You stare at him with your mouth slightly agape mesmerized by him. Gently, he presses the same strawberry to your lips and you automatically suckle on it before taking a small bite. "Good girl." San coos, ruffling your hair up. Then, he drags two long fingers slowly through the melted chocolate and wraps them around his shaft. He throws his head back as he pumps himself in his fist. The sensation has San panting, feeling the thick chocolate sliding smoothly against his rough grip.
The sight of his lewd acts has you weak in the knees. Standing erect in the kitchen, completely bared to you, he looks absolutely radiant. After completely coating his member, he grabs your hair and pulls you towards him. Your lips softly take his tip while your hands gently massage his balls. San groans deeply as he feels your wet, warm mouth. The chocolate encourages you to take him deeper, to suck him harder. San's moans sound like the sweetest song to you, it has you so riled up you can't help but whimper around him. The vibrations send him over the edge and he bursts into your mouth unexpectedly. He tries to pull out, but your hands grip his ass firmly, keeping him in place.
"No... Let me have my dessert." You say and he smirks. "I have such a good girl, I'm so lucky." He mutters as you continue to milk him in your mouth. Finally, you pull away, licking the remaining chocolate and come off your lips.
"Happy Valentine's Day baby." He says happily while helping you up to your feet, holding you close. You smile back and nuzzle his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices another warning on the box:
Do not consume chocolate while under the arrow's spell. Chocolate will negate all effects.
Genre: club au, strangers to lovers, one night stand au
Warnings: drinking, cursing, one time mentioned age gap but its just so yn can call san old man teasingly, lmk if i missed any
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (dont do this), pulling out, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk
Summary: While out on the town for the night, you meet someone who unexpectedly is just your type.
Another part to my deal with @sanjoongie 😆 based off when I was in college and had my first one night stand with this really nice guy lol
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You don’t know what possessed you to go out tonight by yourself. But right now, you’re just about ready to go home, your last drink of the night half-finished as you are politely nodding along to a man who is clearly interested in you.
The moment he turns around, you attempt to push your way through the crowd, but the stairwell is crowded and you end up in the little nook leading to the bathroom, a little too drunk to attempt to shove your way out. You sigh, resigning yourself to waiting until it clears up, taking another sip of your drink.
As you tap your foot, patience waning, a low voice interrupts your thoughts. “Hey there, having fun?”
You wince to yourself, clearly expecting another drunk man vying for your attention, but when you turn around, you see one of the bouncers leaning against the wall, name tag glinting in the colourful lights. San.
“Of course,” you reply with practiced ease, although your grip on your glass is still white knuckled.
San chuckles, shaking his head. “You don’t have to lie to me. If you’re not having fun, you should head out. It’s only going to get more crowded. There are better ways to spend your night.”
At that, you laugh. “Wow, what kind of bouncer are you, telling me to leave? That can’t be good for business,” you joke. “But yeah, I’ve tried. Unfortunately, I’m not imposing enough to get people to move out of my way, so I’m just waiting for an opening.”
“I can help with that,” San offers, stepping forward to make some space between you and the crowd. “Plus, I’m not really a bouncer on payroll. My brother just owns this club and I’ll help out for free drinks. Now tell me, what brings you here tonight, miss…?” He gestures towards the bar, offering to buy you another drink.
You take a step towards him gratefully. “YN. And just a beer, thanks,” you say, downing the last of your drink. “As for tonight? I dunno…it’s the weekend. I figured I’d try and have some fun after a long week.”
“I see…” San muses, raising an eyebrow, “Well, you’re certainly doing that. But don’t you think it might be more fun with someone else?” He grins playfully, leaning against the bar as he waits for the drinks.
Your eyes crinkle at his smile, mirroring it with one of your own. “What, are you offering? Won’t your brother be disappointed?”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of time to spare. Besides, he can handle his own business. In fact, I’m sure he’ll be grateful I’m not drinking up half his stock.” He slides your beer across the counter to you, leaving it unopened for you to be more comfortable. “So what do you say? Want to go somewhere more low-key?”
Humming, you pop the lid and take a swing. For some reason, although you weren’t interested in doing anything other than drinking for as few hours, you don’t feel the need to reject him like you did with everyone else. “I suppose I can entertain you for a little,” you tease. “Where do you suggest?”
San smiles and motions for you to follow him, leading you out of the exit. “I’ll take you to my favourite part of the city—the area even most locals don’t know about.’
You walk after him, keeping your steps quick to keep up with his pace. When he turns, San notices your struggle and slows, holding out his hand to grasp. Happily, you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. “So, San. What’s on the agenda tonight?”
San smiles, giving your fingers a squeeze. “How about a bite to eat? My treat.” He guides you to a small restaurant nearby, its warm glow inviting amidst the darkened street, the pulsating beat of EDM music fading the farther you go.
You smile, pleased with his choice. “Good idea. I like to eat,” you announce playfully. “Might even out-eat you.”
San laughs at your statement, opening the door to the restaurant for you. “Bold claim. I hope you’re hungry,” he says, gesturing for you to enter first.
Once inside, he takes a seat facing the entrance and signals the waiter for menus. “You can order for me,” you say, glancing around. “I’ve never been in this area before, so I don’t know what’s good.”
“Of course,” San nods, scanning the menu briefly before ordering a variety of dishes. “This should give you a good idea of what this part of town has to offer. In terms of food, at least.”
As you wait for the food, San turns to you with a curious expression. “So, tell me, what brings you out tonight? You mentioned you haven’t been to this area, and people don’t usually go clubbing in places they don’t know.”
Shaking your head, you laugh. “I wouldn’t have expected to do so, honestly. I’m very much a homebody, but…I guess I wanted to try something new.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” San says, gaze sincere. “I wouldn’t have met such an interesting person otherwise.”
As he smiles at you, the food arrives, and the sight of the various plates make your stomach growl. “Good timing. Bon appetit,” you say, lifting your fork.
As dinner goes on, you can’t help but ask him some questions about himself. “So, tell me,” you begin, “how old are you? You seem so…put together.”
San tilts his head, a twinkle in his eye. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he teases. “But if you must know, I’m thirty-three. What about you? Surely you’re not a bag of bones like I am.” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, making you smile.
“Oh, you look so young. I’m twenty-three. Only a ten-year difference, old man.”
San raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Wow, okay, I see how it is. Should I start calling you my dongsaeng, then?” You slap at his shoulder playfully and San chuckles. “Hey, you started it. Besides, between you and me, I feel like I’m getting too old for these late-night shenanigans. Give me a quiet dinner and good company anytime.” San winks at you, his hand resting near yours on the table.
“Well, I’ll just take that to mean me,” you joke, smiling at him.
San’s eyes light up at your remark, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Oh, you definitely count, YN. In fact, I’d say you’re shaping up to be the best company I’ve had for a long time.” He leans back, signalling the waiter for the check. “What do you say we continue this somewhere more comfortable? Maybe my place for coffee or tea?”
You hesitate, but only for a minute. Despite how you had your night planned, you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. “Sure,” you agree easily. “I expect a top-tier coffee at this hour, though.”
San grins widely, pleased by your agreement. “Sure, coming right up,” he assures you, signing the check and standing up from the table. “I have a special blend that I do think is one of the best, if I may say so myself. The apartment is just a short walk from here. Hope you don’t mind a bit of fresh air.”
He places a gentle hand on your waist as he guides you out of the restaurant, his touch warm and comforting. As you step outside, San keeps you close, shielding you slightly from the cool breeze. The streets are quieter now, the earlier bustle of the nightlife fading into a peaceful calm.
As you arrive at a sleek apartment building, you glance up at San. “You’re pretty smooth, you know that?” you say, smiling slightly. “Most guys would have asked me straight up to go to their apartment or hotel, instead of dragging me to their favourite restaurant.” Your cheeks flush , suddenly aware of how much you’ve let things progress without really thinking about it, but you don’t pull away.
Chuckling, San blushes slightly at your observation. “Guilty as charged,” he admits with a playful grin. “I prefer to take things slow and build a connection first. Whisking someone off to my home within the first five minutes is a bit…much, don’t you think?”
He leads you into the building, opening up the elevator with a swipe of his keycard. The ride doesn’t take long, just up to the fourth floor. “Nothing fancy, but it’s cozy and mine,” San adds as he ushers you out, unlocking the apartment door.
He glances back at you, gauging your comfort level. “I know you must be tired, YN. It really is no pressure—I can call you a cab and we call it a night here, if you’d like.”
You shake your head, smiling at him. “No, no, you promised me the best coffee, and I’m anticipating it now.”
San beams, opening the door wider. “Then by all means, please, make yourself at home,” he says, pleased, as he closes the door behind you and taking your coat.
He heads into the kitchen, leaving you to explore his space. The apartment is tastefully decorated, with a mix of modern and vintage pieces. There are a few framed photographs on the wall of him and his parents, and some landscapes. You take a seat on the plush couch, closing your eyes momentarily to relax.
A few minutes later, San returns, two steaming mugs in his hands. He sets them down on the coffee table and sits beside you, close enough your thighs touch. You open your eyes, reaching out to take a mug, savouring the warmth in your hands.
After it cools, you sip it cautiously. “Mmh, this is actually amazing,” you grin, eyes lighting up., “Like, I could live off this stuff forever.”
San beams with pride, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Glad you approve. I spent ages perfecting this blend. One of my hobbies, if I may say.” He takes a sip from his own mug, savouring the flavour before leaning back. “So, tell me more about yourself, YN. What do you li,ke to do for fun when you’re not out exploring the city?”
His interest is genuine, and you find yourself opening up to him, sharing stories about your hobbies, favourite books, and anything else that happens to come up. The hours slip by unnoticed as you chat and laugh.
The late hour is only noticed when you can’t help but to yawn, covering your mouth politely. “So sorry,” you murmur. “I suppose the night is finally getting to me.”
San looks at his watch, surprised to see the time himself. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?” he remarks, setting his mug aside and rising from the couch. “I suppose I should show you out now.”
You follow him to the front door, slightly disappointed the night is ending already. You truly enjoyed the evening, but there’s no more reason for you to stay. But you can’t seem to hide the longing on your face in time when San turns back to you. You can see the cogs turning in his head before he bites his lip and takes the plunge.
“Would…would you want to stay the night? I mean—it’s pretty late out. The trains aren’t running and I wouldn’t feel safe sending you home alone in a cab.” San’s suggestion hands in the air, his words tentative. “I understand if you need to get going, of course. I just thought…maybe it would be nice to have some company in the morning. Since you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
His gaze meets yours, filled with a mixture of concern and anticipation. He’s giving you an out, allowing you to decide how far you’re willing to take it.
At his reassurance, your shoulders relax a fraction. “Oh, just the guest room?” you tease, and San’s lips lift into a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“That’s right, just the guest room,” he confirms, his tone playful but sincere. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to share my bed. But I promise, no funny business, just a comfy night’s sleep.”
He leads you down the hallway, offering to draw you a hot bath, which you decline. The guest room is cozy and inviting, with a plush bed adorned with crisp linens. San pauses by the door, turning to face you. “Remember, no pressure at all. If you change your mind or need anything during the night, just holler. My room’s next door.”
With that, he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and turns to leave, letting you settle in for the night.
You pout playfully, moving to face the bed. “Boo, boring. What if I wanted some funny business?” you mumble to yourself, chuckling to yourself as you pull off your socks and jeans.
“So you want funny business?” You shriek and jump, spinning around to see San leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You know…I may not have heard you right, but I am always open to negotiations.” He winks playfully, letting the implication hang in the air between you. He keeps his gaze fixed on you, giving you the option to accept or decline.
The flush only grows on your face as realisation washes over you, but you smile. “Oh, well, if you insist…I never go to bed without a kiss.”
San’s eyes narrow with playful intent. “Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of such a necessary ritual,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall and stepping closer.
He reaches out, cupping your face and tilting it up towards his. San’s eyes train in on your lips, leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away before he presses his lips softly against yours.
Leaning into it, your hands move to rest on his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you move your lips slowly against his. A soft moan escapes San as you let your mouth open slightly, letting his tongue slide against yours. One of his hands move to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he kisses you with a fervour that is the opposite of his earlier restraint.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing heavily, your lips shiny with spit. “That was definitely worth staying up for,” San laughs breathlessly. “Though I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”
You grin, tugging him closer. “What makes you think that?” you purr, tiptoeing up to nuzzle into his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.
A shiver runs through San at your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Maybe it’s the way your body fits so perfectly against mine. Or how your kisses set my blood on fire.”
His hands begin to wander, one sliding up your side to cup your breast while the other grips your ass, rubbing circles into the flesh. “But honestly, I think it’s because you’re irresistible,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. “And I plan not to resist at all where you’re concerned.”
Before you even realise, he has you backed up to the bed, nudging you to lay down as he brushes his lips over yours. “Mmh, irresistible, huh?” you whisper. “Then prove it.”
“With pleasure,” San hums, eyes darkening. His hands make quick work of your shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear, which he tugs and pulls at until he can worship every inch of newly exposed skin.
San sighs, his gaze filled with reverence as he palms at your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. As you whimper, he ducks his head, replacing his left hand with his mouth, sucking at and laving his tongue over the peak until you squirm under his touch.
“Sannie…so good,” you breathe out.
Eager for more praise, San doubles his efforts, lavishing attention on your breasts and neck, alternating between firm sucks and gentle nibbles until you’re arching off the bed. “Say it again for me, YN. Let me hear how much you want this,” he groans, voice muffled against your skin.
His hand drifts lower, pressing against your clit, and your eyes fly open as you jerk in surprise. “Oh—” you gasp, and your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the high-pitched noise.
San’s eyes gleam, a wicked gleam spreading across his face. “So sensitive,” he says approvingly, circling your pussy with a light touch. He captures your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as his fingers delve deeper, stroking along your slick folds. “You’re absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart. Can’t wait to make you fall apart. Beg for it.”
His fingers pump slowly, shallow thrusts making you crave more. “Please,” you beg shamelessly, grinding against his hand in quick, desperate movements. “Please, Sannie, I need more…”
“Fuck, you beg so prettily,” San growls, his control slipping at your pleas. In one swift motion, he shifts down between your spread thighs, grabbing your knees and hoisting you closer until your cunt is barely a centimetre from his face. “I’m going to devour this sweet pussy until all you know is my name.”
Without further warning, he dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. San laps at your slick, moaning as he eats you out with single-minded focus. The way he alternates between tongue-fucking you and nibbling at your clit makes you cry out, back arching off the bed even as his large hands hold your hips down.
With every pass of his tongue across your entrance, you feel the tension in your body grow tighter and tighter until it’s ready to snap. “Sannie—I’m gonna—” you barely get the words out when pleasure crashes over you and you tremble, release spilling into his eager mouth as he continues to lap at you, prolonging your orgasm until you collapse bonelessly.
San surfaces from between your thighs, face glistening as he licks his lips. “You’re so addicting,” he moans, crawling up your body until he can press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You can feel his length throbbing in his pants against your thigh, and you know you’re not done yet.
Reaching between your bodies to palm at his cock, San fumbles with the buckle on his jeans until he can shove down the waistband. “I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my cock and make you cum over and over until you can’t even remember your name,” he promises.
“Yes, please,” you breathe out, the only thing you can bring yourself to say, but it’s enough for San.
He grins wolfishly, wasting no time in shedding his pants and boxers. His length springs up, the tip glistening with precum as it smacks against his stomach, thick and hard. “Fuck—I can’t hold back,” he grits out, positioning himself at your entrance.
He starts to sheath himself slowly, but halfway through, he can’t help himself and slams forward with a groan.
“Ah, fuck—San!” you scream, hands scrambling in the bedsheets at the sudden sensation of being filled with his cock.
“God, you feel fucking incredible,” San pants, giving you a moment to adjust. “So fucking tight, made for me.” He leans in to press his lips to yours again as he begins to rock in and out of you, making heat gather in your stomach again.
Wet sounds fill the air, mingling with your wanton cries and San’s heavy breathing. His hands grip your hip and pull you closer, shoving himself impossibly deeper as he drives into you eagerly. His lips don’t leave yours for a minute, drooling into your mouth as he kisses you sloppily. “This is what you want, what you’re made for,” he whispers into your mouth. “To be split open on my fat cock, all for me.”
You whimper, letting him take and take as your second orgasm of the night builds deep in your gut. You can hardly get out words, only squeaks and punched-out gasps leaving your mouth. Just as he slams into you again, you throw your head back in a silent scream as you come again. “Sannie—” you wail, head thrown back as your eyes roll in your head.
San moans gutturally, reaching down to rub at your clit as he pulls out, coming over your stomach and chest, coating you in hot ropes of cum. When you whine, he finally pulls his hand away from you, pulling you into his arms instead as he kisses your temple., “So pretty, so perfect,” he mumbles, laying down while still embracing you. “So…so mine.”
You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes flutter shut. “’M gross,” you complain but make no move to get up.
San chuckles. “It’s okay. We can move to my bedroom and change the sheets later. After I wipe you.”
Without opening your eyes, you stick out your tongue. “Didn’t have to come on me. Animal.”
You can feel his nose press against your cheek as he kisses your cheek. “Didn’t have to beg for it, but you did.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice and you grumble.
oh my gosh, if only we could all be so lucky to meet up with bouncer san and for him to want to get to know us and take us home and make us a really good cup of coffee uunflksadn;fdlsaknf; i love
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Summary: You are looking to finish your bucket list but are having trouble finding the right person to help you with the last item: losing your virginity. So, you ask your best friend if he can help. (Reader suggestion!)
Content warnings: 18+ ONLY. NO MINORS. reader is a virgin but IS LEGAL. Same age as Yunho. Brief nipple play. Oral (f. And m receiving) handjob, p in v, Yunho is gentle at first but then turns into DOM! Yunho. Pet names (good girl/baby), overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, multiple orgasm, choking, squirting, unprotected sex but also this is fiction and in my stories people dont get pregnant ok ❤️ let me know if I missed anything!
You fidgeted nervously with the skirt of your dress, afraid to look Yunho in the eye. You had been his best friend for years. You were both always two peas in a pod. He made you feel safe and comfortable. Which is ironic because you felt like you would die of embarrassment the second you asked him for this favor.
“So, um, you know how special you are to me, right?” Your voice came out shaky. Yunho immediately felt concerned.
“Yes. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I’m just- you know that bucket list we made in junior high?”
“I do.” He grew increasingly confused. “You’re kinda stressing me out, what is it?”
“I’m really really close to finishing it. There’s just one last thing left and I’m having trouble finding somebody I can.. complete it with.” You felt your face get warm as blush spread across your cheeks. “And I was hoping maybe you’d be the one to help me finish it.”
You looked up at him nervously but Yunho was smiling.
“I mean, sure! You were nervous to ask me that? What are we doing?”
You looked up at him nervously but couldn’t find the words to tell him. Instead, you reached into your purse and pulled out a tattered, folded, piece of paper and handed it to him. The paper was so worn and used from many years of carrying it around that it was almost falling apart at every crease.
“It’s number 14.” You mumbled.
Yunho searched down the list for the remaining number not crossed out.
14) Lose my virginity.
“Oh.” This time it was him who blushed. A wave of heat spread across his body. What you didn’t know is that Yunho had actually had quite the crush on you your whole friendship. He just never acted on it, afraid you would reject him and never want to speak to him again.
You grew anxious that he didn’t say much. You panicked, reaching to grab the paper back from him.
“I’m sorry, that was so stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.” You tried to laugh but instead sounded a bit unhinged. Yunho lifted the list above your head out of your reach.
“Sit down and let’s talk about it, okay?” His voice was soft and careful which put you slightly at ease. You sat back down and tried to calm yourself. But it was hard with the way Yunho was looking at you. You didn’t know what he was thinking but, at least he didn’t seem upset.
“So, you’re really still a virgin?” He asked you.
“Yes.” You answered him softly.
“I swear you told me once that you and that one guy-“
“I lied.” You shrugged your shoulders. “He just grabbed me over my clothes.”
“I don’t understand why you would lie about that.” He thankfully was not upset, just still curious.
“Everyone was talking about all their hookups. Including you. I kinda felt.. left out. But really, I just never felt comfortable enough with anyone to go that far.” You explained to him.
“So you’re saying you would feel comfortable enough with me?” A small sense of pride bubbled up in Yunho’s chest. You nodded your head softly.
“Okay… so are we doing this at my place? Or yours?”
His nonchalant answer caught you off guard.
“Oh, um- I don’t know?” You stuttered which made Yunho chuckle. “I didn’t really think about what would happen if you said yes.”
“You thought I’d say no?” He was slightly insulted.
“Maybe? I didn’t know what you’d say honestly. I was more worried about it making things weird.” You shrugged your shoulders and looked away for a moment, feeling nervous again.
“You’re my best friend. Nothing would change that. I would do anything for you.” He reassured you.
He would do anything for you, and to you, apparently.
You smiled, most of your nerves calming.
“Thank you Yunho. I appreciate that. And you.”
“You too.” He smiled and then clapped his hands together. “Okay. Let’s get this started.”
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You stood awkwardly in Yunho’s room. You both decided to go to his apartment because he lived alone. You sat down on his chair, too afraid to sit on his bed just yet.
“Okay, so, let’s talk about some stuff first. Before we start.” He said to you, clearing his throat and nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “So, what are you comfortable with me doing?”
You looked at him confused.
“What I mean is, what are you okay with me doing to you.” He was looking at you with soft eyes but was serious.
“I don’t really know. I’ve never really done much at all.” You admitted.
“Okay. Let’s start basics. Are you okay if I kiss you?” Your heart started to race at the thought. You looked at Yunho’s lips: soft and plump. Wondering what they were going to feel like against yours.. against your body.
“Yes.” You whisper shyly.
“Good start. What about kissing with tongue?” He continued, trying to conceal the fact he was getting increasingly excited as he watched you squirm nervously in his chair.
“A little is fine.”
“A little? Okay.” He walked over to you from across the room and stood unmoving in front of you. “Why don’t we start there?”
You nodded slowly without speaking and stood up. Hands were by your side, unsure where to put them. Yunho slowly stepped closer to you and grabbed you by your sides as if he would pull you in for a hug. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and innocent, and found he looked a bit nervous himself.
“We can go as slow as you need.” He spoke softly to you. “Just tell me to stop if you want to stop. At any time.”
“Okay.” You told him. “Same goes for you.” Yunho brought one of his hands up to your cheek and held it softly while he looked at you. His other arm secured around your waist. He pulled you in and placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on moving your lips with his instead of the burning fire that scorched every inch of you. Little did you know Yunho was fighting the same battle.
It took everything in him to hold himself back. He was so ready to have you. He had been waiting so long. But he wanted to do this right and make it good for you.
He moved his lips against you nice and slow. Sensual. As inexperienced as you may be at everything else, you knew how to kiss. In fact, it was you who opened your mouth just enough to slip yours into his.
This surprised him immensely and for a moment his control faltered. He kissed you a bit fiercely and pulled you close against his body. Every inch of you was pressed up against his body while you both moved your tongue against the others.
He pulled off of you, almost having to force himself away. You both stood there panting and gasping for air. After some time, he was ready to ask you a new question.
“Can I touch your breasts? Over your clothes?” He asked while still a bit breathless. You lost all your regained breath, suddenly realizing this was happening. But, you were ready.
“Yes.”
Yunho took the hand that was resting on your waist and slowly dragged it up your waist, up your side, and across your breast. His fingertips dragged against the side of it lightly, making your nipples hard and goosebumps raise on your arms. He smiled softly in satisfaction when he saw the hard peak poking through your fabric.
“Can I touch you..” he used his index finger to graze over your nipple. “…here?”
You gasped and felt yourself practically cream in your panties just from one touch. Yunho started to get hard. He was absolutely infatuated with how sensitive you are.
He pinched your nipple between two of his fingers this time, a more direct touch that made a whimper slip out of your throat. Your hand flew up to your mouth in embarrassment.
“No, it’s normal to make noises. Don’t worry about that. I like it.”
You felt like you were on fire. Not just from the touches but also from the fact Yunho was enjoying doing this to you. He made you feel safe but also desirable.
“Can I take your clothes off?”
Yunho noticed a bit more hesitation with that question and remembered how intimidating it was the first time he got naked in front of somebody else.
“How about we both get undressed? We can turn around and when we’re both ready we can turn back and look at each other.”
You nodded your head and spun around. After taking a deep breath, you reached for the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. When Yunho heard the fabric hit the ground he couldn’t help but sneak a look. To his shock, he noticed you had chosen to wear a matching set of underwear. Black lace. How much planning went into this? His cock grew rock hard in his pants.
He turned back around and undressed out of all his clothing, boxers included, while you also stripped completely nude. You both stood back to back for a few moments before you decided to speak.
“Are you ready?” You asked him carefully.
“Yes. Should we do a countdown?” He chuckled. “3..2..1.”
Both of you turned around and looked at each other. Yunho’s eyes followed every curve of your body, his jaw fighting to stay in place as he took in the sight of your naked body for the first time. You were fighting the same battle. His body was toned and fit. It’s not like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before but, in this context, it was just different. However, the most jaw-dropping aspect of them all was directly between his thighs.
Fuck, he was big.
“Yunho!” You gasped.
“What?”
“You’re so- I don’t know if you’ll fit.” You admitted but he laughed.
“I uh- promise it will fit. You just have to get warmed up.”
“Okay?” You were still unsure.
“I’ll warm you up.” A small smirk spread across his face. “Can I eat your pussy?”
“What?” Your eyes bulged wide at his bold words.
“Sorry, that was pretty vulgar..” he composed himself. “Can I try going down on you?”
You looked down at your feet and took a shaky breath.
“What if I don’t.. taste good?” You asked.
“Trust me.” He breathed a bit heavy. “You will. Go sit on the bed for me?”
You followed orders and went to go sit on the end of his bed. You held your legs close together almost to a point where it hurt. You were nervous but couldn’t also ignore the fact your wetness was about to leak onto his duvet.
Yunho walked over and kneeled down in front of you, resting his chin on your knees and looking up at you cutely.
“Will you open your legs for me? Please?”
He lifted his head off of you and put his hands on your knees, slowly spreading your thighs apart. He watched intently as you slowly became exposed to him. When he finally saw your wet folds glistening as they beautifully spread apart, his cock started to leak. A drop of precum dripping off of his tip.
“Oh my god, you’re beautiful.” He couldn’t help but moan, too turned on to be worried that he may need to slow down.
“I’m nervous.” You whispered. Yunho snapped out of his hypnosis and looked you in the eye for reassurance.
“Just lay down and try to enjoy. If you don’t like it we can move on.”
Your back hit the cold sheet, the temperature helping your nerves. However, down below things were feeling hotter as Yunho kissed his way up your thighs. His warm kisses getting closer and closer to where you were currently throbbing.
“Remember, tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
His tongue licked a heavy stripe up your slit, taking extra time to lap at your swollen clit. You moaned loudly at the feeling. It was even better than what you could have imagined. Your moans continued to pour out of your mouth as he continued to lick and slurp you between your thighs. He was like a dog lapping up water: eager and thirsty. Your moans fueling his ruthless job.
“Oh- shit!” You screamed when his lips wrapped themselves around your clit, your hips bucking off the bed. He used his arms to hold you steady to ensure you wouldn’t run from the pleasure.
You gave yourself to him completely in this moment, dropping your legs apart as far as they could go, so he could eat you deeply. He used every part of his mouth to please you: lips, tongue, and even his nose when it would bump against your clit on occasion. You were a disastrous mess of gasps and moans as your orgasm was on the brink. You had made yourself cum countless times but, this feeling was much more than you could ever achieve on your own.
“Yunho..” you whimpered. Hearing you say his name made chills run down his spine. “I think I’m gonna cum.”
He moaned approvingly into you, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your back lifted off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you. Your hands grabbed for him. Landing in his hair and tugging to his pleasant surprise. He continued to lick up your ongoing orgasm until you actually had to tell him to stop.
“Okay, stop!” You gasped, giggling from the orgasmic high he just gifted you.
Yunho pulled away from you and smiled. His lips, chin, and tip of his nose glistening from you.
“How was that?” He asked as he stood up.
“It was.. wow. I didn’t think orgasms could feel that good.” You blushed and felt butterflies between your thighs again.
“Believe me, they can get much better.” His voice was deeper now. You could feel a change. And you were also suddenly enticed by his throbbing, leaking, member that was inches from your face.
“Yunho.. can I taste you too?” You asked, turning the tables a bit.
“You can.” He held back a groan. “But I don’t want you to think you have to. This isn’t about me.”
“I want to try it.” You told him, peering up at him through your lashes.
‘Oh shit, this is going to be trouble.’ He thought.
Yunho gave you the okay. You reached out your hand and grabbed his hard cock in your grasp. You could feel it pulsing slightly. Moving your hand slowly up and down, you jerked him off. He let out a soft sigh from the feeling. Another drop of pre-cum began to form at his slit. When you noticed, you felt brave and wiped it off of him with the tip of your tongue. He groaned when he felt you make contact. His reaction made you feel a bit more confident. You placed your lips at his tip and took it into your mouth. Sucking on it softly.
“Fuck.” Yunho moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy. He loved way your soft lips had wrapped around his swollen tip while your hand stroked him up and down. He would dream about it from now on.
He looked down at you, his mouth agape and cheeks flushed, and saw you looking up at him with his cock in your mouth. He almost came right then and there.
“Wait-“ he told you and gently pulled you off of him. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Not your first time. This isn’t about me.”
“Wait, were you about to cum?” You asked. You were both surprised and proud.
“Almost. You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”
“Yunho!” You gasped. Your cheeks turned hot pink from the blush and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder. However, you couldn’t deny his filthy words made you pulse between your thighs.
“Sorry. It’s true though.” He shrugged. “Now, beautiful, are you ready?”
You climbed onto the bed and laid on your back. Yunho followed, settling between your legs. He rested himself on both elbows on either side of you, using his nips to line himself up at your entrance. Yunho placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before using his hand to guide him inside of you.
You felt him push his head in and you gasped. The feeling was a bit uncomfortable but didn’t hurt. Just foreign to what you’ve experienced. He continued to slowly sink himself in inch by inch, giving you time in-between to adjust to his size until he was fully in you.
“Oh my god.” You moaned. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you started to pulse around his hard cock just from how deliciously full you felt with him stretching you.
“Are you okay?” He asked you, breathless from his own pleasure.
“Yes.”
“Okay baby. Can I call you that? I’m going to start moving now.”
You didn’t get a chance to answer his question. Your voice stolen by strangled cries as he rolled his hips slowly into you. His thick cock hit every nerve, sliding in and out deliciously against your g-spot.
“Shit, I can feel you clenching.” He grunted, unable to help but speed his pace up slightly. The squelches of your arousal becoming louder as he continued. He felt himself losing control of his composure as he fucked you. It felt so good. And he had wanted this for so… so long. You were finally his. Nobody could take this from him. Your first time.
Yunho sat up onto his knees, finding a new angle to fuck and to watch your face as he did. He gripped your waist with his large hands and started to slam you down hard onto his cock.
“Wait! Yunho!” You yelled in shock, the pleasure making every single nerve in your fingers and toes tingle.
“Tell me to stop.” He growled, continuing his pounding thrusts into your tight pussy. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
But you couldn’t. You liked it. No, you loved it. And Yunho could tell. He could read you like a book: especially with his cock inside you.
“That’s what I thought.”
Yunho fucked into you hard. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and down his temples from his vigorous speed. You writhed underneath him, the pleasure building more and more in such an unfamiliar way. Something you haven’t experienced.
“I’ve thought about this for so long.” Yunho moaned his confession as he watched his long cock pull in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds. “God, I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”
“Yunho- god- Yunho I didn’t know-“ you tried to speak but each thrust made it harder and harder to speak clearly from both the pleasure and rhythm.
“A virgin!” He almost laughed as he said it. “This whole time I would get jealous thinking about all the filthy stuff you might be doing with these guys you’ve hung out with. Only for you to be saving all that for me.”
As much as you wanted to respond, you couldn’t. You were riding too close to your high. You babbled out his name along with some moans and pleading. You wanted so bad to tell him you felt the same. But the words felt choked on by something not even in your mouth.
“Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl?” Yunho reached forward and lightly wrapped his big hand around your throat, applying a light bit of pressure.
“I asked you a question, baby.” He asked you again, his hand around your neck tightening.
“Yes!” You choked out. “Yes Yunho, please!”
“Then cum for me baby. Cum on my cock.”
You clenched down onto his dick as your orgasm ripped through you, throbbing deep inside. Your whole body convulsing under him from your first g-spot orgasm. Broken cries filled the room from the pleasure but Yunho refused to stop fucking into you. But, the clenching around his already leaking cock brought him close to where he needed to be.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me.” He groaned and brought his thumb down to your clit and pressing down on it hard.
“No!” You cried out.
“Tell me to stop!” He grunted through gritted teeth and rubbed circles into your overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
You didn’t tell him to stop. You were cumming again, this time, your orgasm came gushing out of you.
“Fuck! Look at you squirting for me. Good girl!” He continued rolling his hips into you. “Give me some more baby.”
You squirted all over his cock and torso each time he pulled out of you completely, only to slam into you again and repeat the cycle. Just as you thought you may pass out from the overwhelming pleasure, Yunho released his load into you. Slamming into you hard with a groan when he released.
“Oh my god.” You breathed shakily as he collapsed on the bed next to you. Your whole body felt like it was made of jello. Both of you laid in the wet sheets, too exhausted to get up.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Yunho said and chucked in disbelief.
“It was the only sex I’ve ever had.” You said, making both of you laugh.
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This was so fun to write! Thank you so much to my reader who suggested this prompt. I think this might be my fave I’ve ever written?? Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed ❤️
Summary: 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
To be honest, adjusting to living with Hongjoong and the others wasn't as hard as you thought, because you kind of knew what they were like. One thing you knew was that your home life would become a lot more lively with how noisy and chaotic they all were.
The hardest thing to adjust to was not doing things on your own like cooking your own meals, grocery shopping and cleaning the house when you had the time.
"Love, getting ready for work?" Hongjoong dropped by the bedroom, having had his breakfast later than you.
"I need 5 minutes of your time. I want to show you something." He said. You hummed and finished pinning your hair up.
"Sure. Where are we going?" You slipped your hand into his and let him guide you. He had a playful glint in his eye, a sign that he wasn't going to tell you.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see." He chuckled.
"Close your eyes. I'll guide you." He came to hold your waist to guide you. You shot him an uneasy look.
"Trust me." He persuaded. You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes, squeezing one of Hongjoong's hands as the other guided you forward to where you needed to go.
"Please don't make me fall." You whimpered.
"I won't!" Hongjoong said, offence in his voice, as if he will ever let any harm come to you.
"Alright. Stand right here. And... open your eyes." Hongjoong chuckled. You opened your eyes, blinking as you adjusted to the light. As you took in the sight in front of you, you let out a gasp. Hongjoong had taken the empty solarium of the house and turned it into a working room for you.
"Hongjoong..." You were at a loss for words. There was a nice table on the side with gardening tools and other materials you would use. All your things were organised onto shelves and boxes.
"I didn't know how you wanted to arrange your things but I just took them out of their respective boxes and-"
"I love it. Thank you." You cut him off with a tight hug. Hongjoong relaxed in your hold and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"It's the least I could do, considering you had to move out because of me... This gives you some privacy and acts as a work room of sorts." Hongjoong patted your head.
"Ah, don't feel bad anymore, Hongjoong. I know it's out of your hands." You smiled softly.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to have this room?" You asked.
"Of course. It was just an empty sun room before, no one ever comes here really. I know you will appreciate it and use it more than any of us." He smiled.
"I can't wait to come back after work to use it." You giggled. Hongjoong laughed, kissing your head.
"Let's get you to work, love." The two of you left the sun room. You went back to the bedroom to get your things before coming down.
"Have a nice day at work." You wished, kissing his cheek. He hummed and opened the door for you to get in. With a bow, the chauffeur met eyes with Hongjoong and entered the car to drive you to work. He knew the look Hongjoong sent, 'take care of my girl'.
Hongjoong did give you prior notice that he has instructed some of his men to patrol the area. It would give him, and hopefully you, a peace of mind.
"Have a nice day, agashi." The driver smiled with a bow as he held open the door for you.
"You too. Thank you." You smiled back.
"I'm guessing this princess treatment is from Hongjoong?" Nana was there with a big grin. You bid the driver goodbye again before going to her and ushering her into your shop.
"Why are you so shy? It's nice that he has people to do all this for you in his absence." She teased.
"I'm not used to it... But he insists on it." You mumbled, putting your bag down and grabbing your apron off the rack.
"He's being a nice boyfriend." She giggled, sitting at your work table and resting her head on her hand as she watched you get the shop ready for opening.
"I know and I appreciate it. He is great." You hummed with a shy smile.
"You're both so cute, a cute couple." She teasingly pinched your cheek. You scoffed and continued your things.
"Great! You're both here. I brought pastries and coffee." Eve entered, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw the two of you together. Eve's shop had just reopened yesterday, after dealing with insurance, installing a new glass panel and setting up security cameras inside and outside of the shop.
"You didn't have to." You said as she handed you a coffee and opened the box of pastries.
"You and Nana have been helping me so much with my shop, it's the least I could do to show my gratitude." She smiled gratefully, bowing her head.
"That's what friends are for, Eve! We help each other no matter what. We wouldn't have left you to do it on your own." Nana said.
"And I know Wooyoung has been helping a lot too." You teased.
"A-Ah... Don't say it like that. He's just been a really helpful friend. He just gave me a contact to get the security cameras up..." Eve rubbed the back of her neck shyly.
"Sure~" You and Nana sang.
"Thanks for breakfast but I have to go prepare my bouquets for pick up." You wiped your mouth.
"We'll see you later." Exchanging brief hugs, your friends left to their own shops to start business for the day. You hummed to yourself as you began constructing your bouquets.
"Have a nice day." You bid a customer goodbye after he received his bouquet. You quickly brought the trash out.
"Hey, Jihoon." You greeted, seeing him just about to enter his shop. He turned, only to shoot you a quick, small smile before rushing back in. You blinked in confusion, wondering why he was acting so brief with you, like he was trying to avoid you.
"Did I do something?" You frowned slightly as you tossed your bag of trash into the dumpster. You don't remember anything bad happening during your last interaction with him.
"Maybe he's just busy." You dusted your hands and entered your shop.
Honestly, it had been a while since you hung out with your friends. With Hongjoong and everything, you have been so occupied.
"Miss (y/l/n), do you need help?" Someone came up to you. You recognised him, he was one of Hongjoong's men. He must have seen you just standing there.
"I'm good, thanks." You shook your head and went back into your shop.
"Hi. Do you make bouquets?" A customer came. You nodded with a welcoming smile and washed your hands before assisting her.
DING!
"I'll be right with you." You said to the 3 girls who came in. But they paid you no mind, standing and looking around the shop. One of them looked kind of familiar.
"Didn't you say there was a hot guy here?" One of them nudged the girl that looked familiar.
"There was. He's kind of scary but way hot. I've seen him occasionally when I walked past too." The girl giggled to her two friends. Hearing her words, you finally remembered her. She had come in when Hongjoong was here but Hongjoong being Hongjoong, he shut her down coldly.
"Thank you, have a nice day." You said to the customer as she held her bouquet and exited. You scratched your head, unsure of how to approach this situation.
"Hi there. Can I help you?" You plastered on a fake smile. They were obviously not here for flowers and plants.
"It's okay, we'll wait for that other guy to come." She also gave you a fake smile.
"Sorry, there's only me working here. There's no other employee." You pointed out. Her friends snickered at the thought of their friend getting the wrong place.
"I know you served me and you remember me. There was another guy that was here, in a suit." She frowned.
"I serve quite a bit of customers so I don't remember everyone. And I am the owner, there is no one else but me here." You spoke softly.
"Maybe he was just a customer too." Her friend whispered to her.
"I'm telling you guys, I have seen him here a few times." The girl insists to her friends. Seeing them in their own little discussion, you left them to make some tea.
"Here, Seongmin. Have some tea." You said, having caught one of Hongjoong's men in the back alley.
"Thank you, Miss (y/l/n)." He received the cup from you with two hands. He seemed unsure to be in a conversation with you since Hongjoong had strict instructions for them not to disrupt your business or change the way you operate at your shop.
"It's fine. Just call me (y/n). Also, I'll leave the tray out here. Tell the others to come help themselves when they can." You smiled. He nodded and bowed to you gratefully.
When you went back to your shop, you saw that the girls were no longer there. You let out a small sigh of relief.
*BZZ BZZ*
'Shall we spend the night in the penthouse tonight? Just the two of us. I'll pick you up after you close up. - Hongjoong'
'Will you let me cook dinner? - (y/n)'
'You can do whatever you want, my love. - Hongjoong'
'Yay! - (y/n)'
Hongjoong chuckled as he put his phone back into his pocket. You were so adorable. He knew that even if you don't admit to it, you must miss having your own space and privacy.
"You're so obvious, Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa teased, walking beside his best friend.
"You only smile like that when you're thinking about (y/n), talking about her or doing something in relation to her." He chuckled.
"I'm just trying to make this transition easier for her. We're used to this but she isn't." Hongjoong defended with a scowl. Seonghwa continued to laugh until they arrived at their destination. It was time to put their game faces on. Taking a deep breath, they pushed open the glass doors to the office.
"Good evening, agashi." The driver bowed as you locked up the shop. You were surprised to see him, expecting to see Hongjoong there instead.
"Mr Kim is running late. But I can take you to the penthouse first or he mentioned you might need to go to the supermarket?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah. Just give me a second." You said.
"Sure." He bowed his head, watching you walk to Jihoon's shop. The cafe was closed and he was clearing up for the day. You knocked before stepping in, making Jihoon lift his head.
"Hey, Jihoon." You greeted with a small smile. He seemed caught off guard by your sudden appearance.
"(y/n). What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I-I wanted to see how you were doing... It's been a while since we all hung out." You suddenly felt so nervous. In all the years you have known Jihoon, you have never felt so distant from him.
"We've all been busy. You've been busy." He shrugged. You chewed on your bottom lip, not sure why that sounded like an accusation.
"I'm sorry, a lot has been happening. And with Eve's shop-"
"I know, (y/n). It's fine." Jihoon cut you off, grabbing the broom to start sweeping the floor with his back to you. You felt a heaviness in your chest, you wanted to know why Jihoon was being so distant and nonchalant with you.
"I-I won't bother you anymore." You said awkwardly, clearing your throat. You stiffly bowed your head and left. Seeing you approach, the driver stood up straight and opened the door for you.
"Thank you." You bowed your head, entering the car. You didn't know that as the car drove away, Jihoon was watching.
"Can we go to a supermarket, please? To get things for dinner." You requested.
"Of course, agashi." The driver nodded and drove to a supermarket, one that was presumably near Hongjoong's penthouse. You slumped against the seat, sending Hongjoong a text.
'I can't wait. I'll see you at home, love. - Hongjoong'
Home. Whether it was the mansion or anywhere else, Hongjoong always called it home. Your heart grew warm at that.
"Apologies for overstepping, agashi. But are you alright?" The driver asked you, having seen the dejected look on your face ever since you left Jihoon's shop earlier.
"I'm fine. Just a... friendship dispute...?" You tilted your head, unsure of what to call it.
"I don't know what the dispute is about. But if friends cannot be happy for you, they are not friends." He said.
"It's not that he wasn't happy for me but... I don't even know to be honest. He didn't even want to talk to me, to tell me what I did to upset him. He just turned me away, didn't give me a chance to rectify my wrongs. It's not like him to do that, for as long as I have known him." You sighed.
"I hope things work out soon, agashi. A good friend would always let you explain your side rather than jump to conclusions and turn you away." The driver said.
"Thanks." You cracked a small smile.
At the grocery store, the driver accompanied you as a guard and a helper. Of course, he didn't let you carry any of the shopping.
"Is there anything else that you need before we return to the penthouse?" The driver asked. You shook your head and he opened the door for you then went to put the shopping in the boot.
"This way, agashi." The driver led you upstairs, seeing as how this was your first time there.
"I have the passcode, hold on." You checked your phone with the code that Hongjoong had given you before.
"Just leave them on the counter and I will sort them- woah..." You were in awe at the size of the penthouse. It was a huge two storey penthouse with a balcony overlooking the city.
"Is this your first time here, agashi?" The driver chuckled.
"Is it that obvious?" You felt your cheeks heat up. He laughed again and bowed his head respectfully.
"I will go pick Mr Kim from his meeting. If you need any help, call the helpline." He said. There was a specific helpline that Hongjoong had set up just for you. One call from you and it will go straight to his phone and the phone of whichever of his men was near you.
"Thank you. Wait, before you go, what is your name?" You felt guilty and disrespectful for not asking sooner when this man has been driving you around since you came.
"Jinwoo, agashi. You can call me Jinwoo." He placed a hand over his heart and bowed deeply to you.
"Please, call me (y/n)." You rubbed the back of your neck.
"I appreciate that, agashi. But I must apologise that I cannot. It is my respect to you, just like how I will never call Mr Kim by his first name." He smiled softly.
"I understand. Thank you, Jinwoo." You said. You could hear the reverence in his voice, the respect he had for Hongjoong.
"I'll see you tomorrow, agashi." He bowed and left you to go pick Hongjoong up. After he closed the door, you went to put away the groceries. As expected, the cupboards were empty.
"Hmm..." You began to fill the shelves with the few things that you bought then you began to cook.
Although you weren't a gourmet chef, you missed cooking for yourself. It was relaxing to be cooking in your own space.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
You heard Hongjoong keying in the code to the front door. You tasted the soup and smiled in satisfaction, lowering the heat slightly with the intention of going to greet Hongjoong at the door. But of course, he beat you to it. Hongjoong smiled and came over, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Good evening, my love." He smiled softly.
"Hi." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss. Even after pulling away, he nuzzled against your cheek.
"I can get used to this. Coming home to you cooking. It's nice, in a domestic way." He chuckled.
"Maybe one day, in the future." You teased.
"I can't wait until then." He caressed your hip, pressing his forehead against your own. You turned around to continue cooking, not wanting your food to burn.
"How was work?" He asked. You were about to reply until you remembered the girl who came in with her friends.
"Apparently, you have fans." You stated with a laugh. Hongjoong blinked in confusion, pointing at himself.
"Yeah. This girl came in, she was a previous customer, she brought her friends in because she saw you in the shop, she thought you worked for me." You explained.
"What...? Well, I don't mind being your employee. I think you would be a fair boss." Hongjoong shrugged.
"I would implement a 'no fraternising between employees' rule." You nudged him.
"Okay then I quit. And I take my words back, you would be a terrible boss." He scoffed. You threw your head back in laughter. Hongjoong patted your head and went to take a quick shower while you finished cooking dinner.
"Did Jinwoo or any of my other boys manage to give you a tour of the house?" Hongjoong asked, coming down after his shower and drying his hair with a towel.
"Nope. I don't even know where the bathroom is. They're so busy!" You exclaimed.
"I'll show you around later. But if you need, the bathroom is there." He pointed to the concealed door along the wooden wall.
"Thank you! I've actually been needing to use the bathroom." You rushed to the bathroom. Hongjoong shook his head and watched your retreating back with an adoring smile on his face.
"Alright. Let me plate everything up." You came out when you were done.
"I'll get the rice and cutlery." Hongjoong helped you. He was right, this was nice, in a domestic way.
"All this looks so good, love. Thank you for cooking." He smiled as you put the dishes down and took your seat opposite him. You grew embarrassed, shaking your head.
"Thank you for letting me cook." You laughed.
"There's nothing to thank me for. I am thankful that you cooked." He reached over to hold your hand.
"Let's just say we both have something to be thankful for." You offered a compromise. Hongjoong agreed with a chuckle and the two of you began to eat. There was no awkwardness, the two of you had moments of peaceful silence and moments of light hearted conversations, sharing how your days went.
"We're split into two... 'groups'. Seonghwa leads one team and I lead the other. Seonghwa has Jongho, Mingi and Yeosang. I have Yunho, San and Wooyoung." Hongjoong explained.
"I can see how that works out." You giggled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hongjoong feigned offence, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing at all~ I'm just happy for Seonghwa." You sang. It seemed like Hongjoong, being more chaotic than Seonghwa, had the more chaotic people in his group.
"(y/n), tell me. Are you dating Seonghwa or me?" Hongjoong squinted his eyes at you.
"Why are you always comparing yourself to Seonghwa?" You asked.
"Because you act like his union rep or something, always worried about him overworking or being too stressed." He scoffed. That made you burst out laughing.
"Well, I can't be your union rep when you are the boss." You pointed out. Hongjoong frowned at your words.
"I'll call Seonghwa right now and make him the leader." Hongjoong took his phone out.
