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could you write a pt 2 to your demigod series where it is the various godly parents of each couple reacting to said couple?
Hi!
Sorry but i won't write any more stuff for Cabin hearts because it was so long to write everything and i think i've just written enough percy Jackson au for the rest of my life đ (at least i finished it even if I thought about stopping multiple time)
In which the shy boy of campus is actually a god in bed
Wc:~3.3k
Warnings: protected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, handjob, oral m receiving, nipple sucking, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms
University life at Seoul Arts University moved like a current: loud, bright and impossible to ignore if you were anywhere near its center. And you? You were the center. Captain of the dance team, social chair of your department, the girl whose laugh carried across the quad and whose face appeared in half the campus event photos. Your days blurred between morning lectures, afternoon rehearsals where sweat made your skin glow under the studio lights and evenings filled with friends dragging you to cafĂŠs or rooftop parties. People knew your name before you knew theirs.
Compliments followed you like shadows: "Youâre always so put together", "How do you do everything?" You smiled through it, waving off the praise with practiced grace, but the truth sat heavier than anyone guessed. Behind the curated Instagram stories and effortless charm, you craved something real, someone who saw the version of you that wasnât performing.
Jiung existed on the opposite end of the spectrum.
He was the kind of student who slipped through campus like a ghost in oversized hoodies and wire-rimmed glasses, earphones permanently nestled in his ears. Music production major, quiet observer, the boy who sat in the back row of every shared lecture and only spoke when directly called upon. His voice was soft, almost hesitant, but when he did contribute, usually about sound design or composition techniques, professors nodded with quiet respect.
Rumors floated around him in fragments: he composed tracks late into the night, had a SoundCloud with a small but loyal following and turned down every invitation to parties with a polite, flustered smile. Most people left him alone. He seemed to prefer it that way.
Youâd noticed him before, of course. How could you not? In a crowded Introduction to Multimedia and Music course, his presence stood out precisely because he tried so hard to disappear. The way his fingers tapped rhythms on his notebook when he thought no one was looking. The focused crease between his brows when he listened to sample tracks during lectures. He was cute in an understated way: sharp jawline softened by round cheeks, dark hair that fell into his eyes and a gentle aura that made the chaos of campus feel distant.
The pairing happened on a random Tuesday.
Professor Kim stood at the front of the auditorium, clapping her hands once to get attention. "For your final project, youâll work in pairs. Iâve already randomized the list, no switching. This is about collaboration across styles." Groans rippled through the room, but you only half-listened, still mentally reviewing your dance choreography for the upcoming festival. Then your name was called alongside his.
You turned in your seat, scanning the back rows until your eyes met his. He was already looking at you, wide-eyed behind his glasses, cheeks tinged pink. He gave a tiny, awkward wave before ducking his head back down to his notes. A few of your friends shot you sympathetic glances "Good luck with the quiet one" but something curious sparked in your chest instead.
After class, you waited for him near the exit. He approached slowly, backpack slung over one shoulder, fiddling with the strap.
"Hi" you said, smiling brightly. "Iâm-"
"I know who you are" he interrupted softly, then winced. "Sorry. That sounded weird. Iâm Jiung."
The honesty in his tone made you laugh. "Nice to officially meet you, Jiung. Should we exchange numbers? We can figure out a schedule."
He nodded, ears turning red as he pulled out his phone. Your fingers brushed when he handed it over and he startled like heâd touched static. You pretended not to notice, typing your number in with a little heart emoji next to your name, just to be friendly.
The first library session was purely logistical. You met on the third floor in one of the quieter study rooms, the kind with big windows overlooking the courtyard. You arrived with your usual energy, planner open, colorful pens ready. Jiung showed up exactly on time, two coffees in hand: one regular, one with the oat milk caramel youâd mentioned in passing during class.
"You didnât have to" you said, genuinely touched.
"Itâs nothing" he murmured, sliding into the seat across from you. His voice was barely above a whisper, mindful of the surrounding students even in a study room.
You talked project ideas. He listened intently, occasionally pushing his glasses up as he suggested blending your dance performance footage with original ambient tracks he could produce. His ideas were good, thoughtful, layered. When you complimented one, he flushed again and mumbled a thank you, fingers tracing invisible patterns on the table.
That was the first of several library sessions. You kept them brief in your mind as you moved through the following weeks: quick check-ins where concepts took shape, where Jiungâs quiet passion for sound slowly unraveled like thread from a spool. He never dominated the conversation, but his insights lingered long after you left. You found yourself thinking about him between rehearsals, wondering what playlist he was listening to, what made his rare smiles appear.
Campus life continued its whirlwind around you. You performed at a charity showcase, the crowd cheering your name as spotlights followed your every move. Afterward, friends swarmed you with hugs and plans for celebration. But your eyes scanned the audience anyway, half-hoping to spot a familiar hoodie in the back. You didnât see him. Still, the thought that he might have been there warmed something in you.
Jiung, meanwhile, existed in his own careful rhythm. He watched you sometimes, not in a creepy way, but with the same focused attention he gave to his music. From across the quad, heâd see you surrounded by people, laughing, gesturing animatedly. You looked like sunlight. Untouchable, yet kind. He told himself not to stare, not to read too much into your easy smiles during your project meetings. Girls like you didnât fall for guys who spent Friday nights layering synths in their tiny dorm room. But he couldnât help the way his heart stuttered when you leaned closer to look at his laptop screen, your perfume, something light and floral, cutting through the libraryâs paper-and-coffee smell.
One afternoon, after a productive session where youâd both laughed over a ridiculous sample of cat meows heâd turned into a surprisingly catchy hook, you lingered at the library exit.
"Youâre really talented, you know" you told him, sincere. "The way you hear things⌠itâs special."
Jiung adjusted his backpack, looking anywhere but directly at your face. "I just like making things that feel right. You make everything look easy. Dancing, talking to people⌠all of it."
The compliment landed softly, unexpectedly. You felt seen in a way that had nothing to do with your popularity. "Itâs not always easy" you admitted. "Sometimes itâs exhausting keeping up the energy."
He met your eyes then and for a moment the shy boy vanished. There was understanding there, quiet, steady. "Then itâs okay to rest sometimes. With⌠project stuff, I mean."
You smiled, the kind that reached your eyes. "Yeah. I like doing project stuff with you."
The days stretched. Project progress became an excuse to spend more time together. You started noticing little things: how he always saved the window seat for you because you liked natural light. The way his voice grew slightly more confident when explaining music theory. How he remembered your favorite study snack after only mentioning it once. In return, you brought him energy drinks when he looked tired from late-night producing, teased him gently about his color-coded notes and defended his ideas fiercely when other classmates dismissed them in group discussions.
Your friends noticed the shift, of course.
"Youâre spending a lot of time with hoodie guy" one teased during lunch. "Heâs cute, but⌠quiet."
"Heâs not just quiet" you replied, surprising yourself with the defensiveness. "Heâs deep. Thoughtful. Different."
They exchanged glances but dropped it. You didnât mind. The more time you spent around Jiung, the more the noise of your usual world felt distant. With him, conversations flowed easily once you got past his initial reserve. He talked about his love for underground artists, the stories he tried to tell through soundscapes, his dreams of scoring short films someday. You shared pieces of yourself too: how pressure to be "on" all the time left you drained, how dance was your outlet but sometimes felt like another performance.
Falling happened gradually, like a melody building layer by layer.
You caught yourself replaying his soft laugh in your head during rehearsals. Noticed how your steps felt lighter walking to the library knowing heâd be there. Jiung, for his part, started initiating more. Heâd send you a short clip of a new beat heâd made inspired by your dance style, captioning it simply: "Thought this might fit." Youâd listen on repeat, heart doing strange flips at the care woven into every note.
One evening, after a longer library session that ran past closing, you walked together across campus. Streetlights cast golden halos on the path. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain.
"Thanks for today" you said, bumping his shoulder lightly. "I actually look forward to this project now."
Jiungâs steps faltered for a second before he matched your pace again. "Me too" he whispered. Then, bolder: "I like working with you. A lot."
Your cheeks warmed. You glanced at him sideways, taking in the way the light softened his features, how he bit his lip nervously after speaking. In that moment, the popular girl and the shy boy didnât feel like opposites. They felt like two people slowly orbiting the same quiet truth.
You wanted to say more. Wanted to reach for his hand or tell him how safe and excited he made you feel. But the words stayed tucked behind your smile. Instead, you walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way, shoulders occasionally brushing, hearts beating in sync with an unspoken rhythm.
The project wrapped up with high praise from Professor Kim. Your combined dance footage and Jiungâs hauntingly beautiful original score earned the highest marks in the class. Celebrations with friends came and went, but your mind kept drifting back to him, the way his eyes had lit up when you hugged him after the presentation, the shy "we did it" heâd murmured against your shoulder.
Two days later, you texted him. My place tonight? Just us. No project pressure. Iâll cook something simple. đ
His reply came after a few minutes, as if heâd stared at the screen first. Iâd like that. A lot.
You spent the afternoon tidying your small off-campus apartment, heart fluttering more than it had before any performance. When the doorbell rang, you opened it to find Jiung in a soft black sweater and jeans, hair slightly tousled, holding a small bag of your favorite pastries from the cafĂŠ near campus. His cheeks were already faintly pink.
"You look beautiful" he said quietly, stepping inside.
The evening unfolded gently at first. You cooked pasta together, bumping elbows in the tiny kitchen, laughing when sauce splattered his sleeve. Conversation flowed easier now: stories from childhood, favorite songs, dreams that felt too big to share with anyone else. After dinner, you moved to the couch with glasses of wine. A soft playlist hummed in the background, one of his own tracks woven in.
As the night deepened, the space between you shrank. Your knees touched. His hand rested tentatively on your thigh. When you leaned in and kissed him, he responded with that same quiet intensity youâd come to crave. The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, until you were straddling his lap, fingers threading through his dark hair.
Jiung pulled back slightly, breathing uneven. His glasses had fogged up; he removed them with shaky hands and set them on the coffee table. "I⌠Iâve never done this before" he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched yours, vulnerable and earnest. "Any of it. I donât want to disappoint you."
Your heart swelled. You cupped his face, thumbs brushing his warm cheeks. "You could never disappoint me, Jiung. Weâll go slow. Just feel with me."
He nodded, swallowing hard and let you lead him to the bedroom.
The lamp cast a warm golden glow across your bed. You kissed him again, standing beside it, hands slipping under his sweater to feel the smooth skin of his torso. He was lean but toned from quiet hours at his desk and occasional late-night walks. Jiung shivered under your touch but mirrored it, hesitantly lifting the hem of your shirt. When you pulled it off, revealing the lace bra beneath, his breath hitched audibly.
"Youâre⌠perfect" he murmured, reverence in every syllable.
Clothes came off piece by piece in a haze of kisses and soft touches. His sweater, your jeans, his shirt, until you were both in underwear. You guided him onto the bed, lying beside him. Jiungâs hands roamed your body with careful wonder: tracing your waist, the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts. Every caress felt worshipful. When he cupped one breast and brushed a thumb over your nipple, you arched into him with a soft moan. He paused, then repeated the motion more deliberately, watching your face like he was memorizing a new melody.
Encouraged, he leaned down and kissed your neck, then lower, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your collarbone. His mouth found your nipple, tentative at first, then surer as your fingers tightened in his hair and you gasped his name. The shy boy was a fast learner. He switched sides, using his tongue and gentle suction until you were squirming, heat pooling between your legs.
"JiungâŚ" you breathed.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with want. "Tell me what feels good."
You guided his hand lower, past your stomach, until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. He explored slowly, learning your folds, the slickness there. When he found your clit, circling it experimentally, your hips bucked. He adjusted his touch based on your reactions: lighter, then firmer, finding the perfect rhythm with stunning intuition. Two fingers slid inside you, curling gently and you cried out at how perfectly he hit that spot.
"Youâre so wet" he whispered in awe, voice husky. "Is this okay?"
"More than okay" you managed, rocking against his hand. "Donât stop."
He didnât. Jiung worked you with patient focus, kissing you deeply while his fingers pumped and his thumb circled your clit. The coil inside you tightened faster than you expected. When you came the first time, it crashed over you in waves, thighs trembling around his hand. He kept touching you through it, gentling his movements until you floated back down, kissing your forehead.
"That was⌠incredible" you said, still catching your breath. "Your turn."
You peeled his boxers down, freeing his cock. He was hard, flushed and bigger than youâd anticipated: thick and curving slightly upward. Jiung looked embarrassed for a second, but you wrapped your hand around him and stroked slowly, drawing a broken groan from his throat. His hips jerked involuntarily.
You took your time, kissing down his chest, his stomach, until you reached his length. Your tongue traced the vein underneath, then swirled around the head. Jiungâs hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding on as if grounding himself.
"Oh godâŚ" he breathed.
You took him into your mouth, sucking gently, hollowing your cheeks. His moans were soft and needy, the most beautiful sounds youâd ever heard. You bobbed your head, taking more of him each time, one hand stroking what you couldnât fit. Jiungâs thighs tensed, breathing ragged, but he never forced the pace. When you looked up, his eyes were locked on you, filled with adoration and lust.
"Iâm close" he warned, voice strained.
You pulled off with a pop, crawling back up to kiss him. "I want you inside me."
Jiung nodded, pupils blown wide. You grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on him with steady hands. Then you straddled him again, positioning his tip at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down, inch by inch. The stretch was delicious. He filled you perfectly, that slight curve pressing against your front wall.
"Fuck, you feel amazing" you moaned, settling fully.
Jiungâs hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in just enough. "Youâre so tight⌠warmâŚ" He sounded wrecked already.
You started moving, rolling your hips in a slow rhythm. Jiung met you instinctively, thrusting up in perfect sync. His shyness melted away as instinct took over. He sat up slightly, wrapping one arm around your back to pull you closer, mouth latching onto your breast again while the other hand guided your movements. The new angle made you see stars.
Every thrust was deep and deliberate. He watched your face, adjusting speed and depth based on your gasps and whimpers. When you ground down harder, he matched it, snapping his hips up with surprising power. Sweat slicked your skin. The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, your moans and his quiet, breathy praises "So good⌠youâre incredible⌠I canât believe this is real."
You came again, clenching around him hard. Jiung groaned, holding you through it, but he didnât stop. He flipped you gently onto your back, hovering above you. The shy boy was gone; in his place was someone utterly attuned to your pleasure.
He pushed back in, setting a steady, deep pace. One of your legs wrapped around his waist, the other hooked over his shoulder, opening you wider. The new position let him hit even deeper. His thrusts grew more confident, rolling his hips in a way that rubbed your clit with every stroke. You clawed at his back, nails leaving light marks as another orgasm built rapidly.
"Jiung...right there...donât stop..."
He didnât. He leaned down, kissing you messily, tongue matching the rhythm of his cock. His free hand slipped between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles. The dual sensation pushed you over the edge hard. You cried out, vision whitening, body shaking as the strongest orgasm youâd ever felt ripped through you. It seemed to last forever, wave after wave.
Jiungâs control frayed. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, chasing his own release. "Iâm gonna...can I..."
"Come for me" you whispered, clenching around him deliberately.
With a choked moan of your name, he buried himself deep and came, hips stuttering as he pulsed inside the condom. He collapsed half on top of you, face tucked into your neck, breathing hard. You held him close, stroking his damp hair, hearts pounding in unison.
After a long moment, he lifted his head, eyes soft and a little shy again. "Was that⌠okay? I didnât hurt you?"
You laughed softly, pulling him in for a slow kiss. "Jiung, that was the best sex Iâve ever had. Hands down. You were incredible. Natural talent, I guess."
His ears turned bright red, but a proud little smile tugged at his lips. "Really?"
"Really." You kissed his nose, then his cheek. "I meant what I said before. Youâve ruined me for anyone else."
He pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before returning to bed and wrapping you in his arms. You lay tangled together, legs intertwined, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. The afterglow wrapped around you both like a warm blanket.
"Iâve liked you for so long" he admitted quietly, voice vibrating against your skin. "Didnât think someone like you would ever look at me this way."
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "I see you, Jiung. The real you. And I want all of it."
He kissed you again, slow, sweet, full of promise.
Outside, the city hummed on, but in your apartment, time slowed. You talked in whispers about nothing and everything, shared more kisses and eventually made love once more, slower this time, face to face, savoring every sensation. Jiungâs body learned yours even better the second time, drawing out your pleasure until you were boneless and glowing.
By the time dawn crept through the curtains, you were curled against his chest, his heartbeat a steady lullaby under your ear.
A/N: it's finally vacation time for me so i have a lot of time to write!!
The marketing firm of Evergreen Creative buzzed with the usual mid-morning energy, a harmonious blend of human and hybrid employees who had long since grown accustomed to the subtle differences each species brought to the workplace. The office was designed with hybrids in mind: wide hallways to accommodate swaying tails, adjustable standing desks for those with antlers or sensitive ears and quiet pods for anyone whose instincts needed a moment of calm. You had worked here for six months now and in that time, you had carved out your place in the creative department as the go-to black panther hybrid for bold campaigns that demanded predatory focus and sleek execution.
Your fur was a deep, glossy black that caught the fluorescent lights with an almost liquid sheen, your golden eyes sharp and observant. At 1.75m with the lithe, powerful build of your panther heritage, you moved through the office with a natural grace that turned heads, though you rarely paid it any mind. Your tail, long and expressive, often betrayed your moods before your face did, flicking with irritation during bad pitches or curling contentedly when inspiration struck. Claws carefully manicured for typing (but still sharp enough to remind anyone of your nature), you were confident, direct, and unapologetically you. In a world where hybrids still navigated subtle prejudices, you refused to dim your presence.
And then there was Joshua Hong.
He sat three desks away in the graphic design corner, his workstation always impeccably organized with soft earth-toned mouse pads and a small potted fern that he tended religiously. Joshua was a doe hybrid, gentle in every sense of the word. His antlers were modest but elegantly branched, rising from his soft brown hair like delicate crowns that he kept meticulously groomed and polished. Large, velvety ears perched atop his head, twitching at the slightest unexpected sound and his warm brown eyes held a perpetual softness that made something deep in your chest rumble with protective instinct.
Freckles dusted his cheeks and nose, visible even beneath the light tan of his skin and his frame was lean yet subtly strong: prey hybrids often possessed surprising endurance when it mattered. He favored oversized sweaters in soft greens and beiges that complemented his hybrid features and his tail: short, fluffy, and deer-like would flick nervously whenever he presented his work in team meetings.
You had noticed him from your very first week. How could you not? While most of the office saw the quiet, reliable designer who delivered flawless visuals on time, you saw the quiet strength beneath the gentleness. The way his ears would perk up at a genuine compliment. The subtle way his scent, fresh like pine needles and warm cedar, would linger in the break room after he left. Six months of shared deadlines, casual hallway nods turning into brief conversations about color theory or campaign feedback. You learned he preferred herbal teas over coffee, that he sketched in the park on weekends and that loud environments made his instincts itch for escape.
Three weeks ago, something had shifted inside you. A late-afternoon meeting where Joshua had presented a series of mood boards for a nature conservancy client. His voice was soft but steady, fingers tracing the screen as he explained his choices. When he finished, the room murmured approval, but your golden eyes had locked onto him with new intensity. That night, back in your apartment, your tail had lashed with restless energy as you replayed the moment. You wanted him. Not in the fleeting way your panther side sometimes craved a chase, but in the deliberate, claiming way that spoke of courtship.
Black panther hybrids didnât court lightly. It was a process of intention, patience and clear signals. You werenât interested in games. So you began.
It started small. The next morning, you arrived early and placed a fresh cup of his favorite chamomile-ginger tea on his desk, a signed small note tucked underneath in your neat handwriting: Thought this might help with the morning brain fog. You killed it yesterday.
You made sure to be at your desk when he arrived, watching from the corner of your eye as his ears flicked forward in surprise. A faint blush crept up his neck, turning the tips of his ears a soft pinkish hue. He glanced around, caught your gaze and offered a shy smile that made your inner panther purr.
"Thank you" he murmured when he passed your desk later, tail giving a single hopeful flick. "That was really thoughtful."
You had simply inclined your head, letting your tail curl lazily. "You deserve it, Joshua. Keep up the good work."
From there, the courtship built with deliberate steps. You learned his schedule. Tuesdays were his heavy design days, so youâd "accidentally" time your break room visits to coincide. One afternoon, you brought in a small bag of his favorite snacks: dried apple chips and roasted pumpkin seeds, things that appealed to a herbivoreâs palate without triggering any predatory associations.
"I noticed you liked these last week" you said casually, setting the bag beside the coffee machine as he reached for his mug. Your tail brushed lightly against his as you moved past, deliberate but gentle, a clear signal in hybrid body language. His ears shot straight up and he nearly dropped his mug.
"Y-you did?" His voice was soft, almost breathless. Up close, his scent enveloped you: clean, warm, with that underlying note of nervous excitement that made your claws flex instinctively.
"Mhm." You leaned against the counter, arms crossed to accentuate the lean muscle of your shoulders. "Figured a guy who works as hard as you do needs proper fuel. Not just those vending machine protein bars the humans push."
He laughed, a quiet, melodic sound that made your chest tighten. "Youâre observant. Most people just see the quiet guy in the corner."
"I see more than that" you replied, voice low and sincere. Your golden eyes held his for a beat longer than necessary. Joshuaâs freckled cheeks flushed deeper, but he didnât look away. That's progress.
Over the following weeks, the gestures layered. Youâd leave sticky notes on his monitor with quick sketches of panther paw prints and encouraging words during crunch times. During team lunches, you made a point to sit near him, engaging him in conversation about his weekend hikes while your tail occasionally rested near his. Subtle, respectful, but unmistakably interested.
Joshua began responding in his own gentle way. He started saving you a seat in meetings. Once, after youâd pulled an all-nighter on a pitch deck, he left a small potted succulent on your desk with a note in his elegant script: For the desk of the most focused panther I know. Donât forget to water it. - Joshua. The gesture made your tail curl with delight. You caught him watching you more often now, stealing glances when he thought you werenât looking, his ears tilting toward the sound of your voice across the open office.
Today marked the end of the third week of your intentional courtship. The office was humming with pre-deadline energy for the quarterly campaign review. You had spent the morning refining your copy, claws clicking rhythmically on the keyboard. Around 11 AM, you stood and stretched, your powerful frame drawing a few appreciative looks from across the room. Joshuaâs desk was visible from yours, you noted how his antlers caught the light as he tilted his head in concentration.
You grabbed two coffees, black for you, his special herbal blend for him, and headed over. He looked up as your shadow fell across his screen, ears perking instantly.
"Break time?" you asked, setting his cup down carefully beside his mouse.
His smile was shy but genuine, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Perfect timing. I was starting to get a little stuck on this layout." He accepted the cup, fingers brushing yours for a fraction of a second. The contact sent a spark through you. "Thank you. Again. Youâre going to spoil me at this rate."
"Thatâs the plan" you said lightly, but your voice carried the weight of truth. You perched on the edge of his desk, tail draping casually near his chair. Close enough to share warmth, not so close as to crowd his prey instincts. "Howâs the campaign shaping up? That forest motif you were working on last week was beautiful."
Joshuaâs ears flicked with pleasure at the praise. He turned his monitor slightly so you could see. "I adjusted the color palette based on your feedback: deeper greens, more contrast on the text. What do you think?"
You leaned in, inhaling his calming scent as you studied the screen. The design was exquisite: layered textures that evoked sunlight filtering through leaves, subtle deer silhouettes integrated into the space. "Itâs perfect. Clients are going to eat this up. You have a real talent for making people feel⌠safe. Connected to something peaceful."
He ducked his head, antlers dipping slightly. "Coming from you, that means a lot. Your concepts always have this powerful edge. Like they could leap off the page and take charge."
You chuckled, a low rumbling sound that vibrated in your chest. "High praise from the guy whose work makes me want to curl up in a sunbeam and stare at it for hours."
The compliment landed. Joshuaâs tail gave a happy little swish before he caught himself, cheeks burning. Around you, the office continued its rhythm: colleagues chatting, keyboards clacking, but in this small bubble, the air felt charged. You had been patient these weeks, respecting his shy nature. Pantry brushes, shared lunches, thoughtful gifts. But today, you wanted to push just a little further.
"Listen" you said, voice dropping to that intimate register that made his ears twitch. "Weâve got that big deadline tomorrow. How about we tackle the final revisions together after hours? My treat for dinner afterward. Thereâs a new herbivore-friendly spot downtown that does incredible grilled vegetable platters. Quiet place. No loud crowds."
Joshua blinked, processing the invitation. His fingers tightened around his cup. For a moment, uncertainty flickered in his brown eyes, prey instincts warring with the clear interest heâd been showing. But then he nodded, a small, determined smile breaking through.
"Iâd like that" he said softly. "A lot, actually."
Relief and satisfaction bloomed in your chest. Your tail curled in contentment. "Great. Iâll swing by your desk at six. No pressure, if you need to head home early, just say the word."
"I wonât" he replied, meeting your gaze more steadily than before. There it was again: that spark of reciprocation, shy but growing bolder under your consistent courtship.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a productive haze. You caught Joshua glancing your way more frequently, his ears perked in your direction even when he was focused on his screen. During the afternoon stand-up, when your team lead praised the cross-department synergy, Joshuaâs eyes found yours across the circle and he offered the tiniest, secret smile that made your panther instincts preen.
By 5:45 PM, most of the office had thinned out. You packed your things deliberately, then made your way to his desk. Joshua was shutting down his computer, antlers casting soft shadows across his shoulders as he reached for his bag. He looked up at your approach, a faint but unmistakable scent of nervous anticipation mixing with his usual cedar warmth.
"Ready?" you asked, keeping your posture relaxed and open.
He stood, smoothing down his sweater. "Yeah. Let me just⌠grab my jacket." As he did, his tail brushed against your leg, light, almost accidental, but you knew better. A returned signal.
The walk to the elevator was quiet but comfortable. Outside, the evening air was cool, carrying the distant scent of the nearby park. You walked side by side, your longer strides matching his with ease. Conversation flowed naturally: work anecdotes, favorite hiking trails (his gentle forest paths versus your stealthier mountain routes) and light teasing about office gossip.
At the restaurant: a cozy, warmly lit spot with wooden beams and plenty of greenery, he relaxed further. You chose a corner booth, positioning yourself so he had the wall at his back (a prey comfort) while you faced the room. Over shared platters of roasted root vegetables, herbed quinoa and fresh salads, the tension shifted from nervous to something warmer.
"Youâve been really kind to me these past few weeks" Joshua said midway through the meal, pushing a piece of carrot around his plate. His ears were half-lowered in thought. "I noticed. The teas, the notes, the way you⌠always seem to know what I need. Itâs not something Iâm used to. Most people see the antlers and assume Iâm fragile or skittish."
You set down your fork, golden eyes softening. "Youâre not fragile, Joshua. Youâre steady. Thoughtful. Strong in ways that matter. Iâve seen how you handle tough clients with that quiet grace. Itâs⌠captivating." Your tail slipped under the table to rest lightly against his ankle, a deliberate, respectful touch. "I like you. A lot. And I wanted you to know it clearly. No games. Just me, courting you properly."
His breath hitched. Freckles stood out against the deepening flush on his cheeks. For a long moment, he simply looked at you, ears fully perked, antlers seeming to glow under the pendant lights. Then, slowly, he shifted his leg to press back against your tail.
"I like you too" he whispered, voice barely audible but steady. "Iâve been⌠hoping youâd say something. Or keep saying it, I guess."
The admission sent a triumphant rumble through your chest, low enough that only he could hear. You spent the rest of dinner in easy conversation laced with new flirtation: your claws tracing idle patterns on the table near his hand, his shy compliments about how your presence made the office feel more alive.
When you walked him back to his apartment building afterward, the city lights casting long shadows, the moment stretched. At his door, Joshua turned to you, tail flicking with anticipation.
"Thank you for tonight" he said. "And⌠for everything these weeks."
You stepped closer, careful not to loom. One clawed hand rose to gently tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, brushing the soft velvet. "Anytime. Sleep well, Joshua. Iâll see you tomorrow."
He nodded, eyes lingering on your lips for a heartbeat before he slipped inside. But not before his fingers gave yours a quick, warm squeeze.
Back in your own apartment, you let out a satisfied purr as you stretched out on the couch. Three weeks of deliberate courting, and the foundation was solid. Joshua was opening up, reciprocating in his gentle way.
The following evening arrived wrapped in the quiet hum of a near-empty office. The quarterly campaign deadline loomed like a storm cloud, pushing most of the team into overtime. You had spent the afternoon refining copy and coordinating with the creative leads, your black fur practically shimmering under the focused desk lamp as your tail lashed with concentrated energy. Across the open floor, Joshuaâs antlers caught the light every time he leaned back to review his designs. His ears stayed perked toward your general direction, a subtle sign that your presence registered even amid the pressure.
By 7:30 PM, the last of the human colleagues had trickled out, leaving just the two of you under the soft glow of emergency lighting strips. You stretched, powerful shoulders rolling as you saved your final file and stood. The scent of Joshuaâs cedar-and-pine warmth drifted stronger now in the thinned air, mixing with the faint trace of his growing nervousness and excitement. You approached his desk with measured steps, heels clicking lightly on the polished floor.
"Ready to call it on the revisions?" you asked, voice low and warm. "We nailed the core concepts. The clientâs going to love this round.''
Joshua looked up, his brown eyes bright despite the fatigue etching soft lines around them. His fluffy tail gave a quick, hopeful swish before settling. "Yeah⌠I think we did. Your taglines elevated the whole thing." He saved his work, then hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Listen⌠itâs late. My apartment is only a couple blocks from here. Iâve got takeout menus from a few good places nearby, carnivore-friendly options, nothing heavy. If youâre not too tired, we could⌠finish reviewing the last assets there? Over food?"
The invitation hung in the air, tentative but deliberate. This was him reciprocating, stepping beyond the office walls you had carefully bridged during your three weeks of courtship. Your golden eyes softened, inner panther purring at the trust he extended.
"Iâd like that" you replied without hesitation. "Lead the way."
The walk to his building was companionable under the streetlights. Joshua kept pace beside you, his strides steady. He wore a soft beige cardigan over his work shirt, the fabric hugging his lean frame and complementing the gentle curve of his antlers. Every so often, your tails brushed, yours sleek and deliberate, his fluffy and shyly responsive. The city noise faded as you entered his quiet residential street lined with trees, their leaves rustling like a miniature forest.
His apartment was exactly what you had imagined for a doe hybrid: a cozy one-bedroom on the third floor with warm wooden accents, large windows overlooking a small park and an array of potted plants that filled the space with living green. Soft earth-toned throws draped the couch, and a sketchbook lay open on the coffee table, half-filled with delicate nature studies. The air smelled strongly of him: comforting cedar, fresh pine and a hint of the herbal tea he favored. It wrapped around you like an invitation.
"Make yourself comfortable" Joshua said, ears flicking as he hung up your jacket beside his. "Iâll order. Thereâs a great spot that does grilled vegetable and meat skewers. Sound good?"
"Perfect." You settled on the couch, tail curling neatly around your side to avoid taking up too much space. Watching him move around the kitchenette, retrieving plates and glasses with quiet efficiency, stirred something deep in your chest. Protective. Possessive in the gentlest way. As a black panther, your instincts leaned toward claiming and guarding what mattered, and Joshuaâs softness called to that part of you like nothing else.
Food arrived quickly. You ate at the low coffee table, legs brushing occasionally as you spread out laptops and tablets to review the final campaign files. Conversation started professional but quickly deepened. Between bites of perfectly seasoned vegetables and meats, Joshua opened up more than he had in all your office interactions combined.
"I love the city for work" he admitted, setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions. His antlers cast elegant shadows on the wall behind him. "But on weekends, I drive out to the forest reserves just outside town. The quiet trails, the way the light filters through the canopy⌠it settles my instincts. Being a doe hybrid means I need that: space to breathe without feeling watched or cornered. Loud offices and tight deadlines wear on me more than I let on."
You listened intently, your powerful frame relaxed yet attentive. "I get it. My panther side craves the hunt, the focus and movement, but Iâve learned to channel it. Still, seeing you in those team meetings, holding your ground with that quiet strength⌠itâs impressive. You donât need to dim yourself for anyone, Joshua."
He smiled shyly, freckles standing out as a blush warmed his cheeks. "You make it easier to believe that. These past weeks⌠the way youâve courted me. The teas, the notes, brushing tails like you mean it. No oneâs ever pursued me so intentionally. Most people assume I want gentle distance because of the antlers and ears. But you see me. It makes my heart race in a good way."
Your tail shifted, draping lightly over the edge of the couch until it rested near his thigh. A clear, respectful signal. "Good. Because I do mean it. All of it. Youâre not some fragile prey to me, Joshua. Youâre steady, creative, warm. Being around you settles my own instincts too. Makes me want to protect that peace you carry."
The air thickened with tension as you spoke. Joshuaâs ears tilted fully toward you, his brown eyes darkening with interest. He set his empty plate aside and scooted a fraction closer. "Can I⌠ask you something personal?"
"Anything."
"Whatâs it like? Being a black panther hybrid in a world that sometimes still expects predators to⌠take what they want instead of earning it?"
You considered the question, claws flexing idly against your knee. "Itâs a balance. My instincts scream to chase, to claim. But I choose courtship because youâre worth the patience. Worth showing you I can be steady too. I want you to feel safe with me, not hunted."
That seemed to unlock something in him. Joshua reached out tentatively, his hand hovering before settling on your tail where it lay near him. The touch was feather-light at first, fingers tracing the sleek length of it, feeling the subtle muscle beneath the glossy black fur. Electricity crackled up your spine. Your purr rumbled low and involuntary, vibrating through the space between you.
"That feels⌠nice" he whispered, voice breathy. "Strong. But soft at the tip."
Encouraged, you lifted a clawed hand slowly, giving him time to pull away. When he didnât, you traced the velvety edge of one antler with careful reverence. The sensitive bone structure made him shiver, ears flicking rapidly. "These are beautiful" you murmured. "Elegant. Like the rest of you."
Joshua leaned into the touch, eyes half-lidded. His hand grew bolder on your tail, stroking upward until it rested near the base where it met your lower back. The contact sent warmth pooling low in your belly, but you held your instincts in check. This was about trust. Building it layer by layer.
You talked for hours after that. He shared stories of childhood hikes with his family, how his doe instincts made group settings overwhelming but one-on-one connections deeply fulfilling. You told him about mastering your predatory focus in creative bursts, the thrill of a perfectly executed campaign feeling like a successful stalk. Laughter mingled with quieter admissions: his fear of being seen as too passive, your occasional worry that your intensity might overwhelm.
As the clock ticked past 11 PM, the laptops were long forgotten. You sat facing each other on the couch now, knees touching. Joshuaâs hand had found yours, fingers intertwining with your clawed ones despite the slight size difference. Your free hand continued its gentle exploration of his antlers and the soft spot behind his ear, drawing out little contented sighs that made your protective nature flare hotter.
"Iâve never been pursued like this" he confessed again, voice husky with emotion. "Boldly. Patiently. Itâs terrifying and exhilarating. You make me feel wanted in a way that doesnât scare my instincts."
"You are wanted" you replied, leaning in until your foreheads nearly touched. His scent enveloped you completely: warm, inviting, laced with arousal he couldnât quite hide. "And Iâll keep showing you. At your pace, Joshua. I promise. My panther wants to claim, but my heart wants you comfortable. Safe. Mine only when youâre ready."
The near-kiss happened naturally. Your lips hovered a breath away from his, golden eyes locked on warm brown. Joshuaâs ears trembled, antlers dipping as he tilted his head. You could feel the rapid beat of his pulse through the air. His hand tightened on yours and for one electric second, your mouths brushed, soft, tentative, full of promise and restrained hunger. The taste of him lingered: herbal tea and sweetness, with an undercurrent of deeper need.
You pulled back first, though every instinct protested. A soft growl of satisfaction rumbled in your chest. Joshuaâs eyes were wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed dark.
"Wow" he breathed, a shy laugh escaping. "That wasâŚ"
"Yeah." You smiled, tracing one claw lightly down his jaw. "And thereâs more when you want it. No rush."
He walked you to the door eventually, the apartment feeling warmer, more intimate than when youâd arrived. At the threshold, he caught your hand again. "Thank you for coming over. For everything. I⌠Iâm really glad you started courting me."
"Me too." You brushed a final kiss to his forehead, right between his antlers, inhaling his scent one last time. "Get some rest. Iâll see you at the office tomorrow. And Joshua? Youâre safe with me. Always."
The door clicked shut behind you, but the connection lingered. Walking home through the quiet streets, your tail swayed with satisfied purpose. The tension between you had deepened into something solid, trust woven with electric attraction. Joshua was opening and your protective instincts wrapped around that vulnerability like a shield.
Back in your own space, you stretched out on the bed, replaying every touch, every confession. The near-kiss burned on your lips. Part of you, the panther, growled for more, for the full claim that would come later. But the rest of you, the one that had chosen deliberate courtship, felt a deeper contentment. He was reciprocating. He trusted you.
The company team-building retreat had been billed as a relaxing escape, but for you it became the turning point. The forest reserve outside the city was perfect: dense trees, winding trails and secluded cabins that respected hybrid needs for space and nature. After two days of group activities, trust exercises and light hiking, the evening found most colleagues gathered around a central bonfire. But you and Joshua had slipped away earlier, citing a desire for quieter reflection. His hand had brushed yours deliberately as you left, a clear invitation after weeks of building tension and that charged near-kiss at his apartment.
The cabin assigned to you for the night was tucked deep in the woods, a cozy wooden structure with a large bed, stone fireplace and wide windows overlooking the moonlit canopy. Inside, the air smelled of pine and earth, amplified by Joshuaâs warm cedar scent that had grown bolder with each passing hour. You lit the fireplace while he unpacked a small bag of snacks and herbal tea packets heâd brought from home. The flames cast dancing golden light across his antlers, turning their edges into something ethereal and inviting.
"Youâve been patient with me" Joshua said softly as he approached, his fluffy tail swaying with nervous excitement. His ears were perked forward, brown eyes dark with intent. "All these weeks of courting⌠the touches, the words, the way you make me feel seen. I want this. I want you."
Your golden eyes locked onto his, the panther inside you rumbling to life. "Then let me show you how much Iâve wanted you too." Your voice was a low purr, rich and velvety, as you closed the distance. Clawed hands rose slowly, cupping his freckled face with exquisite care. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. His mouth was soft, warm, yielding in the most delicious way. Joshua sighed into it, hands fisting in your shirt as your tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against your powerful frame.
The kiss grew heated, tongues sliding together in a sensual dance. You tasted the herbal sweetness on him, mixed with growing arousal. Your claws traced lightly down his neck, not scratching but teasing the sensitive skin until he shivered and moaned softly. Breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips along his jaw, nipping at the spot just below his ear. His velvety ears flicked wildly at the contact, a whimper escaping him that shot straight to your core.
"Bed" you growled against his throat, guiding him backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. Joshua sat, then lay back as you followed, crawling over him with predatory grace. Your black fur gleamed in the firelight, muscles rippling under sleek skin as you straddled his hips. His antlers framed his flushed face beautifully and you couldnât resist leaning down to lick along one smooth branch, savoring the way it made his whole body arch.
"AhâŚ" His voice was breathy as he spoke your name, hands sliding up your sides to grip your waist. You purred louder, the vibration traveling through your chest into his as you rocked your hips slowly, feeling him harden beneath you through layers of clothing. The friction was exquisite, your powerful thighs caging him perfectly while your tail teased along his inner thigh.
Clothes came off piece by piece in a heated haze. You peeled his sweater away reverently, exposing smooth, freckled skin and the subtle muscle definition of his lean torso. Your claws raked lightly down his chest, not enough to mark permanently, but enough to leave faint pink trails that made him gasp and buck up against you. "So beautiful" you murmured, lips following the path of your claws. You lavished attention on his nipples, sucking and nipping until they pebbled under your tongue, his soft doe cries filling the cabin like music.
Joshuaâs hands explored you in return, stroking through your glossy black fur, fingers digging into the strong muscles of your back. When he reached the base of your tail, squeezing gently, your purr turned into a full-throated moan of pleasure. You shed your own top and pants, revealing the lithe, athletic body beneath: curves of muscle and feminine softness that made his eyes widen with hunger.
Naked now, skin and fur sliding together, you pressed him deeper into the mattress. Your mouths met again in a messy, desperate kiss as your hand wrapped around his length, stroking with firm, sensual pulls. He was hot and heavy in your palm, leaking at the tip, hips twitching helplessly into your touch. "Want you so much" he gasped between kisses. "PleaseâŚ"
You positioned yourself above him, slick and ready from the long build-up of courtship. Slowly, torturously, you sank down onto him, taking every inch with a shared moan. The stretch was perfect: him filling you completely, your walls clenching around his thickness. Joshuaâs head fell back, antlers pressing into the pillows, mouth open in silent ecstasy as you bottomed out.
"Fuck, you feel incredible" you purred, beginning to ride him with deep, rolling movements of your hips. Your powerful thighs flexed with each rise and fall, tail wrapping tightly around his waist to anchor him. The cabin filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by his whimpers and your low moans. You leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, claws lightly raking his shoulders as you picked up pace.
Joshua met your rhythm with surprising strength, bucking up into you from below. One hand gripped your hip, the other tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. His thumb found your clit, circling with shy but effective pressure that made your vision white. "So tight⌠so perfect around me" he whispered, voice wrecked. His ears trembled with every thrust, sensitive spots glowing under your attention as you licked and nibbled them.
The heat built relentlessly. You rode him harder, grinding down on each descent to hit that sweet spot inside you. Sweat slicked your bodies, your black fur damp at the roots. Joshuaâs free hand traced your curves, worshipping the contrast between your predatory power and the softness he was discovering. You leaned down to claim his mouth again, biting his lower lip as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly.
"Close" he panted, hips stuttering. "Baby, Iâm-"
"Come for me" you commanded, voice husky and sensual, clenching deliberately around him. Your claws dug into his chest just enough to sting sweetly, tail brushing his waist. That pushed him over. Joshua cried out your name, body tensing as he spilled deep inside you, hot pulses that triggered your own release. Pleasure crashed through you like a storm: walls fluttering wildly around him, a throaty growl tearing from your chest as you rode out every wave. Your vision blurred, body shuddering atop his until you collapsed forward, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
For long moments, only heavy breathing and the crackle of the fire filled the cabin. Joshuaâs arms wrapped around you, holding you close despite the way your weight pressed him down. His hands stroked soothingly along your back, fingers carding through the fur of your tail with incredible tenderness.
But as the high faded, something shifted inside you. The confident, courting panther who had orchestrated every step melted away, revealing the softer, needier side you rarely showed. Not a confident girl in this moment, but vulnerable: craving care, praise and gentle handling after giving so much intensity. A small, vulnerable sound escaped you, almost a whine, as you nuzzled deeper into his neck, ears flattening slightly against your head.
Joshua noticed immediately. His instincts, honed by weeks of your patient courtship, kicked in with gentle dominance. "Hey⌠come here, sweetheart" he murmured, voice soft and warm like sunlit meadows. He rolled you both carefully onto your sides, still connected, but now facing each other. His hand cupped the back of your head, guiding your face to rest against his chest, right over his steadily beating heart. "You were so good for me. So perfect. Let me take care of you now."
You melted at the words, purring weakly as his fingers traced lazy patterns through your fur. He reached for a nearby blanket, pulling it over your bodies to ward off any chill. One hand continued stroking your back in long, calming sweeps, while the other gently massaged the base of your tail, the spot that always made you boneless. "My strong, beautiful girl" he whispered against your forehead, pressing soft kisses between your ears. "You gave me everything tonight. Now itâs my turn to hold you."
His touch was reverent, exploring the places where your intensity had hidden vulnerability. He kissed the faint sheen of sweat on your collarbone, nuzzled the soft skin along your jaw, and murmured endless praises. "Youâre safe to let go. Iâve got you. My fierce one whoâs also so sweet like this⌠my babygirl after all that fire."
The endearment made you whimper softly, pressing closer, tail wrapping loosely around his leg. Joshua chuckled warmly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. He fetched a damp cloth from the cabinâs small bathroom, cleaning you both with careful, loving strokes, wiping away evidence of your passion without breaking the intimate bubble. Back in bed, he arranged pillows so you could curl against him fully, your head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his.
"Drink some water" he coaxed, holding the glass to your lips when your arms felt too heavy with afterglow. You sipped obediently, golden eyes half-lidded in contentment as he praised you between sips. "Such a good girl. Look at you⌠all soft and trusting with me. I love seeing this side of you."
His fingers found your ears next, rubbing the sensitive bases in slow circles that drew out deep, rumbling purrs. You werenât the predator in control anymore; you were the one being pampered, babied with touches and words that healed the raw edges of vulnerability. Joshuaâs antlers brushed your forehead as he leaned down to kiss you: slow, deep, full of emotion rather than heat.
"You courted me so patiently" he continued, voice a soothing lullaby. "Now I get to cherish you. Every part. The powerful panther and the sweet girl who needs cuddles after." He fed you bites of the snacks heâd brought (dried fruits and nuts) his free hand never stopping its gentle caresses along your spine.
Time stretched languidly. The fire burned low as you drifted in his arms, safe and adored. Joshuaâs heartbeat steadied you, his scent enveloping you completely. In the quiet afterglow, he whispered promises of more weekends together, hikes where he could protect your softer moments just as you protected his. Your claws retracted fully, body limp and trusting against his lean strength.
As sleep began to pull you under, Joshua pressed one last kiss to the top of your head. "Rest now, my love. Iâve got you."
The morning after the cabin claimed you both, sunlight filtered through the forest canopy like golden threads, dappling the wooden floor of the retreat cabin. You woke first, nestled securely against Joshuaâs chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath your ear. The black fur of your ears was tousled from sleep and passion, and for once, the powerful black panther hybrid didnât feel the need to rise immediately with predatory alertness. Instead, you lingered in the warmth of his embrace, tail loosely draped over his hip, claws retracted as his fingers absently stroked along your spine even in sleep. The mating mark: his claiming bite mirrored on your neck, and yours on his, throbbed with a pleasant, possessive ache. It wasnât a full bond yet, not until rituals and time deepened it, but it sang through your veins like a promise.
Joshua stirred, his velvety ears twitching before his warm brown eyes fluttered open. A shy, sated smile spread across his freckled face when he saw you watching him. "Morning" he murmured, voice husky from the nightâs exertions. His antlers caught the light as he leaned down to press a soft kiss between your ears. "How do you feel?"
You nuzzled closer, a soft purr rumbling out unbidden. The confident girlboss who had courted him so boldly felt beautifully exposed now, craving the tenderness he offered so naturally. "Safe. Loved. A little⌠soft this morning." The admission came easier after last nightâs aftercare, where he had babied you with praises and gentle touches until you melted completely.
He chuckled warmly, pulling the blanket higher around your shoulders. "Then let me keep taking care of you a bit longer." His hands resumed their soothing strokes, massaging the base of your tail and rubbing behind your ears until your purr deepened into something contented and vulnerable. He fed you bites of the remaining snacks, held water to your lips and whispered how incredible you were, strong yet so sweet when you let your guard down. The dynamic balanced perfectly: your protective panther instincts wrapped around his gentle doe nature, while his steady care cradled your hidden babygirl side.
By the time you rejoined the group for the final day of the retreat, a subtle change had settled over both of you. Colleagues noticed the new closeness: the way your tail would brush his more openly, how his ears perked toward your voice across the clearing. No one commented directly, but knowing smiles were exchanged. Hybrids understood these things; scents mingled with mating marks told the story. But human coworkers weren't clueless either.
Back in the city, the relationship blossomed from courtship into something solid and mated. At the office, the energy shifted deliciously. Mornings began with you leaving a fresh chamomile-ginger tea on his desk, now accompanied by a quick stolen kiss when no one was looking. One afternoon in the copy room, Joshua surprised you by pulling you behind the door, his hands cupping your face as he initiated a deep, lingering kiss. His antlers brushed your forehead and his fluffy tail wiggled.
"Youâre going to get us caught" you purred against his lips, though your arms encircled his waist, claws lightly tracing his lower back.
"Worth it" he whispered, cheeks flushed but eyes sparkling with confidence. The weeks of your patient courting, followed by the claiming night, had bolstered his prey instincts. He stood a little taller, his movements surer. Under your protective presence, Joshua no longer shrank from louder meetings or assertive clients. He voiced his ideas more readily, knowing your sleek, powerful frame was a silent guardian nearby.
You, in turn, learned to temper your intensity. Where once your panther side might have pushed for constant chase and dominance, you now savored quiet evenings at his apartment, curling up on the couch with his head in your lap as he sketched, your fingers gently polishing his antlers. Your tail would rest protectively over his legs, but you yielded when he wanted to lead: planning weekend hikes, choosing playlists of soft nature sounds that calmed both your instincts.
The mating mark on his neck became a point of quiet pride. Joshua took to wearing soft scarves in the office during the cooler weeks, the fabric in earthy tones that complemented his style. When a curious coworker asked about it, he simply smiled and adjusted it higher, the faint scent of your claim wafting through. "Personal" heâd say softly, but his eyes would find yours across the room with unmistakable warmth. At home, heâd remove the scarf and trace the mark with his fingers, inviting you to kiss it anew, reigniting sparks that often led to slow, sensual reaffirmations of your bond.
Weekends became sacred. You drove out to the forest reserves he loved, where your panther grace complemented his doe agility. On one particularly memorable hike, the trails were quiet, dappled sunlight filtering through leaves much like the night in the cabin. Joshua walked ahead on a narrow path, his antlers weaving gracefully between low branches, tail flicking contentedly. You followed, senses attuned to every rustle, protective instincts humming.
Halfway up a gentle slope, he paused at a sunlit clearing, turning to you with a soft smile. "This is one of my favorites. Feels like the world slows down here."
You stepped closer, pulling him into your arms. Your black fur contrasted beautifully with his lighter tones as you nuzzled his neck, inhaling the mingled scents of mate and forest. "It does. Especially with you." The kiss that followed was unhurried, deepening as his hands roamed your back. You lowered him onto a soft patch of moss, careful of his antlers and for a while the only sounds were your shared breaths and the distant call of birds. Clothes stayed mostly on, this was tenderness, not heat, but your bodies pressed close, tails intertwined, reaffirming the bond in the daylight.
As the weeks turned to months, colleagues openly noticed the mated glow. Your creative output synergized even more powerfully; campaigns featuring themes of balance, predator and prey harmony, earned praise and new clients. During lunch breaks, youâd sit together openly now, your head occasionally resting on his shoulder when fatigue hit. Your protective nature shone through in small ways: positioning yourself between him and overly pushy clients, bringing extra snacks when his energy dipped. In return, he coaxed out your softer moments: late nights when deadlines drained you, heâd draw you a bath, wash your fur with gentle hands and baby you with the same care heâd shown post-claiming.
One evening, after a particularly successful pitch presentation where Joshua had shone with quiet confidence, you returned to his apartment. The space had gradually filled with traces of you: a larger potted plant youâd gifted, your favorite blanket on the couch, claw-friendly scratching posts disguised as decor near the windowsill. Dinner was simple: grilled vegetables, rice and chicken for you but the atmosphere hummed with contentment.
Joshua set down his fork midway through the meal, ears perked with nervous excitement. His freckled cheeks held a familiar blush. "Baby⌠these past months have been everything. You courted me when I didnât even know I needed it. You claimed me, saw all of me and let me see all of you: the strong panther and the sweet babygirl who lets me hold her after."
You reached across the table, clawed hand enveloping his. "Youâve given me balance I didnât know I craved."
He squeezed back, then stood, moving around to your side. Kneeling slightly so his antlers were level with your seated height, he looked up with those warm brown eyes full of love. "Move in with me. Fully. Letâs make this our home. I want to wake up to your purr every morning, come home to your tail curling around me at night. Build a life where our instincts thrive together."
The proposal, simple yet profound, made your heart soar. A deep, resonant purr built in your chest as you pulled him up into a fierce hug, careful not to overwhelm. "Yes. Absolutely yes." Your lips met in a kiss that tasted of promise and forever, slow at first, then heated with the depth of mated affection. Tails brushing slowly, bodies pressing close as you reaffirmed the bond right there in the kitchen, hands roaming with familiar intimacy.
The move happened swiftly. Your things integrated seamlessly: sleek black furniture accents beside his earthy tones, shared wardrobe space where your bolder styles contrasted his soft sweaters. Evenings became rituals: cooking together, him teaching you patience with intricate recipes while you showed him focused techniques for design software.
Nights varied: some passionate and claiming, with your powerful thighs caging him and growls mixing with his whimpers; others tender, where you curled into him, letting him stroke your fur and whisper praises until sleep claimed you both.
Some quiet afternoons heâd polish your claws while you groomed his antlers. The mating marks healed into permanent, subtle scars that carried each otherâs scent eternally.
Six months after the retreat, nearly a year since you first started noticing the gentle doe in graphic design, the office threw a small celebration for a major campaign win. You and Joshua arrived together, his scarf loosely draped but the mark visible to those who knew.
Later that night, back in your now-shared apartment, you lay tangled in bed. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across your skins. Joshua traced the mark on your neck, his touch reverent. "I never imagined being courted by a black panther would lead here. To feeling this strong. This safe. This loved."
You shifted, resting your head on his chest, purring as his arms encircled you. "And I never knew how much I needed a gentle doe to teach me balance. To let me be soft sometimes." Your voice held that vulnerable edge he cherished. He kissed the top of your head, fingers carding through your hair in the afterglow of quiet lovemaking.
Warnings: captivity, mention of death, guns, wounds (you know what you're reading with a pirate au), no smut here just kisses.
A/N: I'm a sucker for pirate x siren fics and who better than hongjoong for a pirate au?
The sea stretched out like a dark mirror under the heavy gray sky. Captain Hongjoong stood at the wheel of The Aurora, his hands firm on the worn wood. His black coat flapped in the wind and his sharp eyes scanned the horizon. The crew moved around him, checking ropes and sails, their voices low and careful. They had sailed these waters before, but never this close to the siren rocks. Everyone knew the stories. Songs that could pull a manâs soul right out of his body. Hongjoong didnât believe every tale, but he wasnât stupid enough to ignore the warnings.
"Keep her steady" he called out, his voice cutting through the wind. "Weâre not here to play games with the sea."
The men nodded. They trusted him. Hongjoong had led them through storms, fights and narrow escapes for years. He was small in height but carried the weight of command like it was nothing. His red hair, tied back, caught the weak sunlight that broke through the clouds. Right now, though, his face was set in a hard line. Something felt off.
You swam far below, hidden among the jagged rocks that rose like teeth from the seabed. Your tail flicked slowly through the cold water, scales catching faint light in shades of deep blue and silver. The ship above was too close. Humans always came too close. You had watched many ships pass, singing just enough to scare them away. But this one felt different. The captain on deck moved with purpose, not fear. You decided it was time to remind them whose waters these were.
Your lips parted. The song started low, like a whisper carried on the waves. It grew stronger, wrapping around the hull of The Aurora like invisible hands. The notes were sweet but dangerous, promising calm seas and hidden gold. You poured your frustration into it. These pirates had no respect for the deep.
On deck, the effect was immediate.
One sailor dropped his rope and clutched his head. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. Then louder "Itâs beautifulâŚ"
Hongjoongâs head snapped toward the sound. "Cover your ears!" he barked. "Tie yourselves if you have to! Donât listen!"
But it was already pulling. The ship turned slightly off course, drawn toward the rocks. Another sailor, eyes glassy, climbed onto the railing. Before anyone could stop him, he jumped. The splash cut through the song for a second. Hongjoong cursed and ran to the side, grabbing a pistol from his belt.
"Get him back!" he shouted to the others. Two men rushed forward with ropes, but the song grew louder. You could feel it working. Your tail moved faster as you swam closer to the surface, hidden just under the waves.
Hongjoong aimed at the water and fired. The shot cracked loudly, sending a spray of water up. "I said tie yourselves down, damn it! Move!"
The crew scrambled. They grabbed thick ropes and lashed themselves to masts and railings. One man fought the pull, tears in his eyes as he fought the urge to follow the song. Hongjoong tied a rope around his own waist, keeping one hand free for his pistol. He fired again into the sea, hoping the noise would break the spell.
You felt the bullets cut through the water near you. Anger flared hot in your chest. These humans dared to fight back? You let the song rise even higher, sharper, full of command. The ship groaned as waves pushed it closer to the rocks.
But Hongjoong was stubborn. He kept shooting, each crack echoing across the water. "You want a fight?" he growled under his breath. "Come and get it."
The song faltered. You had never met a human who fought this hard. Most crews fell quickly. This one was different. You pushed harder, swimming nearer to the surface. Your voice rang out clear and strong.
Then one of the fishing nets trailing behind the ship caught on something. You felt the sudden tug on your arm and tail. Panic shot through you. You twisted, trying to break free, but the net was strong and tangled fast. The more you struggled, the tighter it wrapped around you. Your song cut off in a sharp gasp as water rushed into your gills wrong.
The ship slowed. The song had stopped.
Hongjoong felt the change right away. The heavy pull in his mind lifted. He shook his head hard and looked around. "Is everyone alright?" he called. The men answered shakily, still tied down. One was crying from the effort of resisting. The sailor who had jumped was being pulled back aboard, coughing seawater.
Hongjoong untied himself and moved to the stern. "Haul in the nets. Somethingâs caught."
The crew worked together, pulling the heavy, wet ropes. You fought every inch, claws tearing at the thick cords, but your strength was fading. Air. You needed the surface. Your tail thrashed, but it only made the net worse.
Finally, the net broke the surface. The men gasped and stepped back as they saw what they had caught.
You. A siren. Your upper body looked almost human, with wet hair clinging to your shoulders and sharp, angry eyes. But below your waist was a powerful tail, scales gleaming blue and silver, fins torn slightly from the struggle. Small cuts marked your arms where the net had dug in. You bared sharp teeth, hissing at the humans staring down at you.
Hongjoong pushed through the crew, pistol still in hand. His eyes widened for just a second before his face hardened again. He had heard stories, but seeing one up close was something else. You were beautiful in a deadly way. Dangerous.
"Captain" one sailor whispered "we should kill it. Sirens bring nothing but death."
You glared up at the man who spoke, then locked eyes with Hongjoong. He was the one in charge. The one who had shot at you. Hatred burned in your chest. These pirates had trapped you like some common fish.
Hongjoong stared back, unflinching. He could see the fury in your gaze. You didnât look weak. Even caught, you looked ready to tear them apart.
"Lower it onto the deck" he ordered. "Carefully. Donât get too close."
The crew used poles and ropes to drag the net over the railing. You hit the wooden deck hard, water spilling around you. Your tail slapped against the planks, trying to find water again. It was too dry. Too open. Fear mixed with your anger, but you wouldnât show it. You snapped at the nearest sailor, teeth clicking loudly.
"Back off!" Hongjoong shouted. He stepped closer, keeping his pistol ready but not pointing it directly at you. "What are you?"
You didnât answer. Instead, you lunged as much as the net allowed, trying to bite his leg. He jumped back just in time. Your teeth grazed his boot.
"Feisty one" he muttered. There was no smile on his face. This wasnât a game. You were a threat. One that had almost wrecked his ship and taken one of his men.
The crew muttered nervously. Some wanted to throw you back. Others wanted you dead right there. Hongjoong raised a hand for silence.
"Weâre keeping her" he said.
A few men protested. "Captain, thatâs madness!"
He turned to them, voice steady and cold. "She knows these waters better than any map. Sirens guard secrets: paths, wrecks, treasures. If we can get her to talk, she might save us more trouble than she causes. Tie the net down tight. Get a big tank ready. Weâll put her in seawater and watch her close."
You thrashed harder, tail slamming against the deck. The sound was loud and wet. "Let me go" you finally hissed. Your voice was rough from the struggle, but it still carried that strange, melodic edge. "You stupid humans. You have no idea what youâve done."
Hongjoong crouched a little distance away, looking at you directly. "And you have no idea who youâre dealing with. Attack my ship again and I wonât be so kind."
Your eyes narrowed. Kind? This was kindness? Being dragged onto a ship like a prize? You hated him. The way he stood there like he owned the sea. Pirates like him took whatever they wanted and left destruction behind. You had seen their kind sink ships and leave bodies for the currents.
He watched you for a long moment. The crew worked fast, bringing over a large wooden tank they sometimes used for storing fish. They filled it with seawater from buckets, working carefully around your snapping teeth and thrashing tail. It took several men to lift you, net and all, into the tank. Water splashed over the sides as your tail finally had room to move again.
You submerged as much as you could, gills flaring with relief. But the tank was small. Cramped. Nothing like the open ocean. You pressed your back to the wood and glared up at Hongjoong, who stood at the edge watching.
He crossed his arms. "Youâre going to tell me about safe passages through these rocks. And anything else I ask. In return, you get water and food. Try anything and weâll see how long a siren lasts on dry wood."
"Iâd rather die" you spat.
Hongjoongâs expression didnât change. "That can be arranged. But I think youâre smarter than that."
You wanted to lunge again, but the tank walls stopped you. Instead, you showed your teeth in a silent snarl. He stared right back, eyes hard. Neither of you looked away. The air between you crackled with dislike. He saw a monster that almost cost him his crew. You saw a thief who stole your freedom and treated the sea like his own playground.
The crew gave the tank a wide berth. They whispered as they cleaned up the deck and checked for damage from the near crash. Hongjoong stayed nearby longer than the others, making sure the ropes holding the tank were secure. Every few minutes, his eyes flicked back to you.
You didnât speak again. You just watched him with pure hatred. Your tail flicked angrily, sending small waves over the tank edge.
Hours passed as the ship sailed away from the dangerous rocks. The sun began to set, painting the sea in reds and oranges. Hongjoong finally gave orders for the night watch and walked over to the tank one last time.
"You got a name?" he asked.
You turned your head away, refusing to answer.
He shrugged. "Doesnât matter. Youâll talk eventually."
With that, he walked off toward his cabin. But you noticed he left two men to guard the tank from a distance. Smart. You already planned your escape. The first chance you got, you would drag this arrogant captain and his ship down.
Yet as the stars came out, the tank felt smaller. The dry air stung your skin when you rose too high. You hated how helpless you felt. And you hated him most of all: Hongjoong, the pirate captain who had looked into your eyes without fear and decided to keep you like a captured weapon.
He sat in his cabin, staring at an old map, but his mind kept going back to those furious eyes in the tank. A siren on his ship. Dangerous. Useful, maybe. But mostly dangerous. He wouldnât let his guard down. Not for a second.
The night settled over The Aurora. The ship creaked softly on the waves. Inside the tank, you glared at the stars above, already plotting how to make the captain regret this day. On deck, Hongjoong stood for a moment looking at the tank before heading below.
The next morning brought clear skies but tense air on The Aurora. The ship cut through the waves with steady sails, moving away from the siren rocks and into open sea. Hongjoong stood on deck early, checking the horizon and giving orders in his usual sharp way. His red hair was tied back neatly and his black coat looked freshly brushed. He acted like nothing had changed, but everyone knew better. The large wooden tank near the stern held their new passenger and the whole crew felt it.
You stayed mostly underwater in the tank, your tail curled tight in the limited space. The seawater was already starting to feel stale. Your arms ached from the cuts the net had left and your gills burned a little when you breathed. Being trapped like this made anger boil inside you. Every time the ship rocked, you thought about breaking free and dragging it under.
Hongjoong walked over after breakfast. He carried a small stool and sat a safe distance from the tank edge. Two crew members stood guard farther back, eyes wide and nervous. They had heard too many stories about sirens pulling men to their deaths.
"Morning" Hongjoong said flatly. His voice was calm but carried command. "Ready to talk?"
You lifted your head just enough for your eyes to show above the water. You glared at him without speaking.
He sighed. "Fine. Letâs start simple. What are the safe passages through the western reefs? Weâre heading that way in a few days."
You stayed quiet. Your tail flicked once, splashing a bit of water onto the deck near his boots. He didnât flinch.
"Or maybe you know about the old wreck near Black Shoal" he continued. "Gold still down there?"
Nothing. You turned your face away and submerged again.
Hongjoongâs jaw tightened. "This doesnât have to be hard. You help me, I keep the water clean and give you fish. Simple deal."
You burst up suddenly. "There is no deal with thieves like you" you hissed. Your voice still had that melodic ring, even when filled with hate. "You trap what you donât understand and call it useful. The sea will take you for this."
He leaned forward slightly, eyes hard. "The sea takes everyone eventually. But right now, Iâm the one keeping you alive. Call me what you want. Just answer the questions."
You showed your sharp teeth in a snarl and ducked back under. Hongjoong waited a few more minutes, then stood up and walked away. The guards looked relieved when he left.
This became the pattern. Every day, usually in the late morning, Hongjoong came to the tank. Sometimes he asked about currents, hidden coves, or places where merchant ships passed without strong guards. You gave short answers when you answered at all. "Dangerous." "Avoid the fog banks." Or nothing. Most times you stayed silent or snapped mean words at him.
The crew avoided the tank completely. They whispered when they walked past. One young sailor dropped his tools and ran when you once rose quickly to look around. They called you monster under their breath. No one offered you extra food or kind words. Only Hongjoong came close and even he kept his distance after that first day when your teeth nearly caught him.
On the third day, you tried to escape.
The tank had thick ropes holding it steady against the shipâs movement. While most of the crew was busy with sails during a light wind shift, you used your claws to work at one of the ropes near the bottom. Your fingers were strong from ocean life. You tore and pulled quietly, keeping your head low so the guards wouldnât notice right away.
By afternoon, one side of the tank shifted. Water sloshed heavily. You pushed hard with your tail, trying to tip it over the railing. The wood groaned. A guard finally shouted, "Captain! Itâs trying something!"
Hongjoong ran over fast. He saw the damaged rope and the leaning tank. Without hesitation, he grabbed a fresh line and looped it around the tank to secure it again. You thrashed wildly, water flying everywhere. Your tail slammed the side, cracking one board slightly.
"Stop it!" Hongjoong yelled. He pulled the rope tight with help from another man. His face was red with effort and anger. "You want to drown us all? Or just yourself when this thing tips?"
You hissed loudly. "Better than staying here like a pet fish!"
He finished tying the new rope and stepped back, breathing hard. Water dripped from his coat. "Youâre not a pet. Youâre a problem I chose to keep. Act like this again and Iâll chain the tank shut completely."
Your eyes burned with fury. "You have no respect for the sea. You sail like you own it, taking and taking. One day it will swallow you."
Hongjoong wiped water from his face. "And you attack anything that moves near your rocks. Weâre not so different. Both survivors." He paused, then added coldly "But Iâm not the one in the tank."
He walked away, leaving you breathing fast and frustrated. That night, the crew repaired the tank with extra wood and iron bands. They gave you even more space to avoid you.
The second escape attempt came two days later. This time you waited until night. The deck was quieter, with only a few men on watch. You had saved your strength and worked on the ropes again, slower this time. Your claws cut through fibers bit by bit. When one guard dozed off against a barrel, you pushed with all your power.
The tank rocked hard. Water spilled over the sides in big waves. You nearly got your upper body over the edge before the noise woke everyone. Shouts filled the deck. Boots pounded wood. Hongjoong appeared from below deck, shirt half-open and pistol in hand. His hair was messy from sleep.
He took one look and jumped in to help the guards pull the tank back upright. "Damn it, siren!" he growled. "Hold still!"
You fought them, claws scraping wood and nearly catching an arm. One sailor yelped in fear. Hongjoong shoved his shoulder against the tank and used his full weight to steady it. His face was inches from yours for a moment. You could see the tiredness and frustration in his eyes.
"Enough!" he snapped when the tank was secure again. The crew tied even more ropes this time. "Youâre hurting yourself more than us with this."
You were breathing heavily, scales drying in patches where water had spilled out. "I donât care. Let me go."
He stared at you for a long moment. Something in his look shifted just a little: not kindness, but maybe understanding of your fight. Still, his voice stayed cold. "No. Not until you prove you wonât sink us the second youâre free."
The arguments grew sharper after that. Every questioning session turned into small fights. Hongjoong would ask about a sea path, and you would reply with venom.
"You pirates destroy everything" you said one afternoon. "Burn ships, steal lives, leave bodies for the fish. Why should I help you?"
"Because your life is tied to this ship now" he shot back. "If we go down, so do you. Or do sirens not care about their own survival?"
You splashed water at him on purpose. It hit his chest. "I care more about the sea than my own skin. Unlike you."
He wiped it off without reaction. "Monster."
"Thief" you replied instantly.
These words became common between you. Monster and thief. The crew started to notice how Hongjoong spent more time at the tank himself. He said it was to watch you closely after the escape tries, but it also meant the guards could rest more. He brought a chair some days and sat with maps, asking questions while pretending not to care about your silence.
Days passed like this. The ship sailed on, facing normal rough waters. Winds picked up sometimes, making the tank slosh uncomfortably. You grew quieter as time went. Not because you softened, but because the water in the tank was getting dirty. Salt built up wrong. Your skin felt tight and your tail moved slower. Energy drained from you faster than it should.
Hongjoong noticed on the eighth day. He came for his usual questions and saw you lying low in the water, eyes half-closed. Your usual sharp glare was weaker. Scales that once shone bright looked dull.
He frowned. "Whatâs wrong with you?"
You didnât answer at first. Pride kept your mouth shut.
He stepped closer than usual and looked carefully. "The water. Itâs not fresh enough." It wasnât a question. He turned to the nearest crewman. "Bring new seawater. Buckets. Now."
The man hesitated, scared to get near. Hongjoong gave him a hard look and the sailor hurried off. Soon, fresh cold water was poured into the tank in heavy splashes. You felt relief immediately as it mixed and cleaned. Your gills opened better. Strength trickled back.
Hongjoong watched without smiling. "Donât think this means anything. I need you alive if youâre going to be useful."
You lifted your head. The hate was still there, strong as ever. "Cold as always, captain. Changing water like you change your mind, only when it helps you."
He crossed his arms. "Keep talking like that and Iâll let it go bad again."
But he didnât. From then on, he made sure the water was changed more often. Sometimes he even did part of it himself when the crew was busy. He stayed cold and distant, never speaking gently. No smiles, no soft words. Just practical actions. You noticed but didnât thank him. Instead, you gave slightly longer answers during questions. Not full help, but less silence. A few real details about currents slipped out because the fresh water made thinking easier.
Still, the dislike ran deep. One evening after a water change, another argument started.
"You act like the sea belongs to you" you said, voice low. "But it doesnât. Itâs wild. You humans just borrow it and break it."
Hongjoong looked out at the darkening waves. "I borrow it to survive. My crew needs food, coin, freedom. The world doesnât give that for free. Not to men like us."
"Men like you take it anyway" you replied.
He turned back to you. "And creatures like you kill without warning. We both do what we must."
The words hung between you. No agreement, but no more shouting either. Just tired truth. He left shortly after, and you stayed in the tank watching the stars. Your body felt better with the cleaner water, but the cramped space and the constant eyes on you still burned.
The ship continued its journey. Storms threatened in the distance some days, and Hongjoong would glance at the tank as if wondering if you knew more about them. You wondered too: about this stubborn captain who refused to kill you or set you free. Hate still filled most of your thoughts, but a tiny crack of curiosity appeared. Not liking. Just... noticing.
Hongjoong felt the same in his cabin at night. He studied maps and thought about the siren in the tank. Dangerous. Annoying. But tougher than he expected. He wouldnât admit any softening, not even to himself. She was still a monster. He was still her captor. That was the simple truth for now.
The days after the second escape attempt settled into a careful routine on The Aurora. The ship moved steadily across the open sea, heading toward busier trade routes where merchant ships might carry good loot. Captain Hongjoong kept his focus on the horizon and his crew, but he still came to the tank every day. The questions continued, though they felt less like demands now and more like tired conversations. You answered a little more each time, mostly because the fresh water he made sure to provide kept your strength up. But the cold looks between you stayed the same.
You still hated the small tank and the way the wooden sides pressed in on your tail. The crew still walked wide around you, whispering about the monster on deck. Hongjoong still called you dangerous in his mind. Nothing had really changed. Or so it seemed.
One afternoon, dark clouds gathered fast on the edge of the sky. The wind picked up, whipping the sails and making the ship rock harder. Hongjoong shouted orders from the wheel. "Reef the sails! Secure everything!" The men rushed to tie down barrels and ropes. The tank shifted a bit with the waves, and you held on tight inside.
Hongjoong glanced over at you a few times while he worked. He noticed how your tail moved restlessly. The water in the tank sloshed high with each wave. You looked tense, not just from the motion but from something else.
As the storm grew closer, the sea turned rough. Waves crashed against the hull, sending spray over the deck. Rain started to fall in heavy sheets. The crew tied themselves down again, just like they had near the siren rocks. Hongjoong fought the wheel, his red hair plastered wet against his head. His black coat clung to him, soaked through.
You rose higher in the tank, gripping the edges. The currents below felt wrong. You knew this kind of storm. It hid dangerous pulls near underwater ridges not far ahead. If the ship stayed on its current path, it could hit them hard.
"Captain!" you called out over the wind. Your voice carried strong, even through the rain.
Hongjoong turned his head sharply. He looked surprised to hear you speak first. One of the crew near the tank flinched at your voice.
"What?" he shouted back.
"The currents" you said quickly. "Turn starboard, more than you think. There are hidden rocks pulling strong under the waves. Stay left and youâll tear the hull."
He stared at you for a long second, water running down his face. Trusting you went against every instinct. You had tried to escape twice and clearly hated him. But the sea was roaring louder now and his gut told him the path ahead felt off too.
"Hard to starboard!" he ordered the crew. "Adjust now!"
The men fought the sails and rudder. The ship groaned as it turned. A big wave hit the side, nearly knocking everyone off their feet. You ducked low in the tank as water poured in from the spray. Your warning had come just in time. The ship missed the worst of the pull, but the storm still battered it hard.
For hours, the wind howled and rain pounded. Hongjoong stayed at the wheel, shouting commands without stop. You stayed alert in the tank, calling out small corrections when the currents shifted. "Deeper water that way!" or "Avoid the white caps!" He listened each time, though he never thanked you out loud. The crew shot nervous looks between you and him, but they followed his lead.
Lightning cracked across the sky. One sail ripped loudly. A barrel broke loose and rolled across the deck before a sailor caught it. The ship tilted sharply once and you felt your tank slide a dangerous inch before the ropes held. Hongjoong grabbed a line and steadied himself, eyes flicking to make sure the tank stayed put.
By the time the storm finally eased, night had fallen. The waves calmed to a heavy roll. The crew moved slowly, checking for damage. Two men had minor cuts and the ship had taken hits: cracked railings, lost supplies washed overboard and sails that needed heavy repair. Fresh water stores were low and food was getting short.
Hongjoong walked the deck, assessing everything. His face looked worn out. He stopped by the tank last. You were still there, tail moving slow in the now messy water mixed with rain.
"You warned us" he said. His voice was rough from shouting all day. No smile, but no anger either.
You looked up at him. "I didnât do it for you. If the ship breaks, I die too."
He nodded once. "Fair enough." He paused, then added "But you could have stayed quiet. Let us hit the rocks."
You didnât reply. The hate was still there, but yelling felt pointless after the long fight with the sea. He looked as tired as you felt.
The next morning, the ship limped along under patched sails. Supplies were a real problem now. Hongjoong gathered the crew. "We need fresh water and food soon. Any ideas?" His eyes moved to the tank.
You stayed quiet at first. Then you spoke. "Thereâs a hidden cove two days east if you follow the bird flights. Fresh stream, some fruit trees on shore. Not many humans know it."
The crew murmured. Hongjoong studied you. "Why tell us?"
"Because I want off this ship" you said plainly. "Sooner we fix it, sooner maybe you let me go."
He didnât promise anything. But he changed course toward the cove. Over the next two days, he came to the tank more often. Not just for questions about paths, but to update you on the shipâs condition. He brought better fish than usual, fresher catches from the lines they put out. He even poured extra clean seawater without being asked.
"Youâre not trying to bite me today" he noted one evening as he set down a bucket.
You ate a piece of fish slowly. "The tank is still too small. But the water is better. Thatâs something."
He sat on his stool a bit closer than before. "Why do sirens stay near those rocks anyway? There's plenty of open sea."
You flicked your tail lightly. "Because humans come and destroy. We protect whatâs ours. Why do you steal from others?"
Hongjoong looked out at the water. For the first time, he answered more honestly. "I wasnât always a pirate. Navy pressed me in when I was young. Bad officers, worse orders. I lost friends to their greed. One day I took a ship instead of following their rules. Now I choose my own path. For my crew. For freedom."
You listened without interrupting. His words didnât erase what he had done to you, but they painted a different picture than just a thief. "Freedom" you repeated. "Yet you keep me trapped."
He met your eyes. "Yes. And youâd still sink us if you could."
The words were true. The dislike hadnât vanished. But the sharp edge felt duller. You didnât snap back right away.
The ship reached the hidden cove the following afternoon. Tall cliffs hid it well, with calm water inside and a small stream running down to the sea. Trees grew thick on the shore. Hongjoong sent men in small boats to fill barrels with fresh water and gather what fruit and wood they could. He stayed on deck, watching both the shore and the tank.
You pointed out safe spots to anchor and warned about shallow spots near the cliffs. He followed your directions carefully. When the boats returned loaded, he made sure some extra fruit came near your tank. Not a gift exactly, but practical.
That night, the crew rested easier. Small fires on shore lit the dark, but most stayed on the ship. Hongjoong sat near the tank again after checking on repairs. The air felt quieter.
"You stopped trying to hurt me when I come close" he said.
You stayed half-submerged. "Fighting takes energy. And you change the water more. It helps."
He gave a short nod. "You helped in the storm. Saved us trouble."
Silence stretched for a while. Not comfortable exactly, but not full of hate either. You asked something you had wondered. "Why not kill me at the start? Most captains would."
Hongjoong rubbed his tired eyes. "Because I saw something useful. And maybe because you fought hard. Reminded me of my crew. Stubborn."
You almost smiled at that, but didnât. "I still hate this tank. And pirates."
"I know" he replied. "I still see a dangerous siren who almost took my ship."
The uneasy peace settled between you. The next day, while the crew worked on fixing more damage, Hongjoong let you give directions from the tank as they explored the cove edges. You told them about safe shellfish spots and which seaweeds were good. In return, he made sure your tank got a full clean and refill with cove water mixed in.
It was small steps. He no longer yelled during talks. You no longer tried to splash him on purpose or call him thief every time. The crew noticed the change too. They still feared you but stopped whispering as much when Hongjoong was nearby.
One evening as the sun set over the cliffs, Hongjoong stood at the rail close to the tank. "Weâll leave tomorrow. Head for better repair spots."
You rose up a bit. "Thereâs a calm current path north from here. Avoids more storms."
He looked at you. "Thanks."
The word felt strange between you. Not warm, but real. You didnât reply with hate. Just a small nod.
The hate was still present, deep down. You wanted freedom. He wanted control. But the wall between you had cracks now. Less sharp words, more careful watching. You stopped seeing him only as the enemy who trapped you. He stopped seeing you only as a monster to use.
The ship sailed on from the hidden cove with better supplies and patched sails. The Aurora felt steadier now, but the crew stayed watchful. Hongjoong kept his routines tight. He checked the tank every morning and evening, making sure the water stayed clean. You had grown used to his footsteps approaching. The sharp hate from the first days had faded into something heavier and quieter. You still wanted freedom, but the constant fighting had worn down. Hongjoong no longer looked at you like just a threat. He watched with careful eyes, like he was trying to figure out a complicated map.
Days passed with small talks. He asked about the sea life you knew and you gave straight answers without much bite. In return, he told short stories about old voyages, never softening them with nice words. The crew noticed the change but kept their distance. They still feared your tail and teeth, but they no longer whispered monster as loudly when Hongjoong stood nearby.
One clear afternoon, the lookout shouted from high above. "Ship on the horizon! Flying black flags. Coming fast!"
Hongjoong grabbed his telescope and climbed to a better spot. His face hardened. Another pirate ship, bigger and heavier armed than The Aurora. They had crossed paths with this crew before, ruthless men who sank ships for sport and left no survivors. This was no simple merchant chase. It was trouble.
"Battle stations!" Hongjoong ordered. His voice rang clear across the deck. Men rushed to cannons, loaded pistols and readied ropes for boarding. The ship turned to face the threat, but the enemy had the wind advantage and more guns.
You rose up in the tank, sensing the sudden tension. The water felt too still for what was coming. "What is it?" you asked when Hongjoong passed close.
He stopped briefly. "Old enemies. Bigger ship. This might get ugly." He didnât ask for help, but his eyes flicked to you with a question he wouldnât say out loud.
The enemy ship drew nearer. Cannon fire started soon after. The first shots hit the water nea, sending up tall sprays. Your tank shook with each boom. Hongjoong stood at the wheel, shouting commands while shots flew. One cannonball tore through a sail. Wood splintered nearby. A sailor cried out from a wound.
You gripped the tank edges, tail thrashing. If this ship went down, you went with it. But more than that, after weeks together, you didnât want to see these men die uselessly. Not Hongjoong either. The dislike had softened enough that the thought stung.
"Captain!" you called loudly over the noise. "Use me. My voice. I can confuse them."
Hongjoong turned fast. Sweat and gun smoke marked his face. He hesitated only a second, then nodded. "Do it. But donât turn it on us."
He ordered two men to carefully lift you from the tank with ropes and nets, keeping you near the rail but still in reach of seawater. Your tail hung heavy in the air for a moment before they lowered you partly over the side, holding you secure. The open air felt strange and wide after so long.
You took a deep breath and began to sing. The notes started low, then built into a powerful wave. This wasnât the simple pulling song from the rocks. It was sharper, meant to twist minds and create fear. Illusions of rocks ahead, of storms suddenly rising, of their own ship breaking apart. Your voice carried across the water, strong and clear.
On the enemy ship, chaos followed. Men clutched their heads. The helmsman turned the wheel the wrong way, shouting about ghosts in the waves. Cannons fired off target. Their captain yelled orders that no one followed. The bigger ship slowed and veered, giving The Aurora room to fight back.
Hongjoongâs crew took the chance. Their cannons hit true now. Ropes flew and a few brave men boarded the enemy in the confusion. Hongjoong led from the front, pistol in one hand and sword in the other. He fought hard, small but quick, dodging blows and striking back. You kept singing, even as your throat grew tired and the sun beat down on your drying scales.
The battle turned. The enemy ship pulled away after heavy losses, their crew too rattled to continue. Cheers rose from the crew as the threat sailed off damaged. Hongjoong returned to the rail, breathing hard, blood on his sleeve from a shallow cut. He looked at you still held at the side.
"Enough" he said. "You did good."
The men lowered you back into the tank carefully. Water rushed over your skin, bringing relief. You sank low, exhausted but alive. Hongjoong stayed nearby as the crew celebrated with what little rum they had left. He cleaned his wound and gave quiet thanks to his men, but his eyes kept returning to the tank.
That night, after the deck grew quiet and stars filled the sky, Hongjoong approached alone. The guards had been sent to rest. He carried a thick rope and a small lantern.
"You earned this" he said simply. "Iâll let you swim near the ship. Tied, so you donât go far. But free from the tank for a bit."
You stared at him, surprised. No tricks in his voice. Just a careful offer. You nodded once.
He secured the rope around your upper body with strong knots, then helped lift you over the side with the same care as during the fight. You slipped into the cool night sea. The open water felt like coming home. Your tail moved freely, powerful strokes carrying you alongside the slow-moving ship. The rope kept you close, tied to a sturdy post on deck. Hongjoong sat on the rail, legs dangling, watching.
You swam circles, diving and surfacing, washing away the tankâs stiffness. After a while, you came up near him. Water dripped from your hair. The moonlight made your scales shine soft silver.
"Thank you" you said. The words felt new between you.
He gave a small nod. "You saved us today. Could have let them win and hoped for your freedom in the mess. But you didnât."
You rested your arms on the hull near him. "I thought about it. But Iâve seen how you run this ship. Not all bad. Not like the others."
Hongjoong looked out at the dark water. "We talked about hard choices before. The sea doesnât forgive easy. I lost my first crew to men like those today. Thatâs why I fight the way I do."
You listened quietly. "I lost my shoal to human nets and spears years ago. Thatâs why I stayed at the rocks. Singing to keep them away. Until you came."
The shared words hung soft in the night air. No anger now. Just truth. He shifted closer on the rail, looking down at you in the water. The rope allowed enough room that your face was near his."Youâre not what I expected" he admitted. "When I pulled you from the net, I saw only danger. Now... I see someone who knows the sea like I never will."
You met his eyes. The hardness had left them. "And youâre not just a thief. You carry your crew like family. Heavy weight for one man."
Silence stretched, comfortable this time. The ship creaked gently. Waves lapped at your tail. Hongjoong reached down slowly, his hand stopping near your cheek. You didnât pull away. The slow burn of weeks had led here, not sudden fire, but quiet warmth.
He leaned in. You rose higher in the water. Your lips met in a careful kiss. It was brief, almost testing. No rush, no big promises. Just the press of salt and skin, warm despite the cool sea. His hand touched your wet hair lightly. You felt the roughness of his palm from years at sea. When you parted, neither spoke right away. The moment felt real, not corny or forced. Just a small step after all the tension.
Hongjoong straightened, clearing his throat. "Didnât plan that."
"Neither did I" you replied, voice low. A tiny curve touched your lips, not quite a smile but close.
He stayed on the rail while you swam more. You talked quietly about lost things: the friends he buried at sea, the quiet deep you missed. Hard choices that shaped both of you. He told you about the map he chased, not for gold but for a place where his crew could rest without always running. You spoke of currents that led to hidden gardens under the waves, peaceful spots humans never reached.
After an hour, he helped pull you back aboard with the rope. Your body felt refreshed but tired. He made sure the tank had fresh water before you settled in. No big words of love or freedom yet. Just practical care.
The next few days followed the same careful pace. Hongjoong let you swim at night twice more when the sea stayed calm. Each time, talks grew longer. You learned the weight on his shoulders as captain. He saw how the tank still cramped your spirit. The kiss wasnât repeated right away, but the memory sat between you like a shared secret. Small touches happened: his hand steadying you during a lift, your fingers brushing his arm when pointing out stars.
The crew sensed the shift. They stopped avoiding the tank as much. One even nodded at you when passing. Hongjoong remained the captain, firm with orders, but around you he softened in small ways. Extra fish. Longer conversations. No more monster or thief labels.
One evening, as the ship cut through calm waters, you both sat in quiet. You in the tank, him on his stool nearby. Stars above, gentle waves below.
"I wonât keep you forever" he said after a while. "But I canât just drop you near rocks either. Not after this."
You nodded. "I know. Weâll find a way. Slow."
He reached over and touched your hand where it rested on the tank edge. The contact felt steady. The kiss from that night lingered in both your minds.
Hongjoong stood eventually, giving orders for the night watch. You watched him walk away, red hair catching lantern light. The sea stretched endless around you.
The sea changed its mood again as the ship pushed forward into a new stretch of water. The waves looked normal from a distance, but everyone on board knew better. This area was known for shifting currents and sudden shallow spots that could rip open a shipâs hull in seconds. Hongjoong had studied the old maps the night before, but maps only told part of the story here. The real danger came from what moved under the surface.
Hongjoong stood at the wheel from early morning, his hands steady on the wood. His red hair was tied back tight against the wind. His black coat hung open and his face showed the focused look he always wore during hard sailing. The crew moved around the deck with extra care. Ropes were checked twice. Sails were adjusted often. No one spoke much. The air felt heavy with worry.
You stayed low in your tank near the stern, tail curled to fit the space. The water was fresh from the last change, but the tank still felt small. You watched the waves carefully, your sharp eyes catching patterns most humans missed. The surface rippled in ways that told stories about what lay below. Strong pulls here, shallow rocks there. After everything that had happened, you no longer wanted the ship to break. Not completely. But you also didnât fill the silence with extra words.
The first signs of trouble came mid-morning. The ship started to drift slightly off the planned path. Hongjoong corrected the wheel, but the pull underneath grew stronger. A sailor at the front called out "Currents are fighting us, Captain!"
Hongjoongâs jaw tightened. He glanced toward your tank but said nothing. You rose up enough to see better. The water ahead looked calm on top, but you knew it hid a dangerous cross current that could push them straight onto hidden rocks.
"Keep left by ten degrees" you called out clearly. Your voice carried over the deck without shouting. "Then straight for a bit. The pull eases after that."
Hongjoong heard you. He didnât turn to look or ask questions. He simply gave the order. "Helm, ten degrees to port. Steady as she goes." The crew jumped to the sails and rudder. The ship responded slowly, fighting the water. You watched the waves closely. When the ship lined up right, you gave another short call. "Hold there. No more turns yet."
The men worked in silence. Ropes creaked. Canvas snapped in the wind. The ship moved forward, inching through the tricky spot. One wrong move and they could lose speed or worse. You kept your eyes on the sea, calling small corrections when the currents shifted again. "A little right now. The shallow spot is widening to the left." Hongjoong repeated the orders right away. No thanks. No long looks. Just the work of getting through.
Time passed slowly. The sun climbed higher, beating down on the deck. Sweat mixed with sea spray on the crewâs faces. Hongjoong stayed at his post without break, his shirt sticking to his back. You felt the tension in your own body. Guiding from the tank was strange. You could not swim ahead to check, only watch and remember the seaâs patterns from years of living in it. Each call you made came short and direct. Nothing extra.
By late morning, they faced a wider dangerous zone. The currents swirled in circles here, creating spots where the sea dropped suddenly shallow. The ship rocked harder. A barrel slid across the deck before a sailor caught it. Hongjoong barked orders to secure everything. You lifted higher in the tank, water sloshing around you.
"Slow the sails" you said. "Drop speed by half. Steer straight between those two dark patches on the water. Stay exactly in the middle."
Hongjoong nodded once to his first mate and passed the commands. "Reef the main sail! Hold course as told." The crew moved fast. The ship slowed, cutting through the water with more control. You kept watching. When a new current tried to pull them off, you called again. "Push the rudder a touch starboard. Now hold." The adjustment worked. The ship slipped past the shallow danger with room to spare.
The crew breathed a little easier after that section, but no one cheered. They still felt wary around you. Some shot quick glances at the tank, remembering the early days when you thrashed and tried to escape. But today they followed your words because Hongjoong trusted them enough to use them. He kept his focus on the sea and the wheel. No personal words passed between you.
The afternoon brought even trickier parts. The sun glared off the water, making it harder for the men to spot dangers. Hongjoong wiped sweat from his eyes and kept scanning ahead. You stayed alert in the tank. Your tail moved restlessly as you read the waves.
Each time you spoke, it was only the needed directions. No stories. No questions about how he felt or why you helped. Just the sea and the ship and the careful work of moving forward.
Hongjoongâs arms must have grown tired from hours at the wheel, but he didnât show it. He called for water for the crew and kept the pace steady.
Hours dragged on like this. The sun moved across the sky and the tricky waters seemed endless. You grew tired from constant watching, but you didnât stop. The tank water warmed a little under the sun, yet you stayed focused.
Near misses happened twice more. Once, the pull tried to drag them sideways toward a sandbar you spotted by the way the waves broke. You called the correction just in time. "Hard left, then quick right to straighten!" The rudder turned fast. The ship groaned but cleared it. The second time, a sudden shallow spot appeared closer than expected. Your voice rang out sharp. "Drop anchor drag for a moment to slow! Then full right!" Hongjoong ordered it immediately. The crew worked together and the danger slipped behind them.
By late afternoon, the worst of the tricky stretch started to ease. The currents grew steadier. The water looked calmer ahead, with deeper blue showing safe passage. You gave one final set of directions. "Stay on this line for the next hour. No big turns. The shallows end soon."
Hongjoong passed the order. The ship sailed on. The crew slowly relaxed their tight shoulders. Some wiped their faces and drank from water skins. The tension that had filled the deck all day began to lift. They had made it through without damage or loss.
As evening light turned the sky soft orange, the ship reached fully calm waters. The waves rolled gentle and predictable. Hongjoong finally stepped back from the wheel, rolling his shoulders. He looked toward the tank. You met his eyes for a brief moment. He gave a single nod. It was short and plain. Thanks, but nothing more. No words. No long talk. He turned and gave quiet orders for the night setup. The crew moved to light lanterns and check the ship for any small wear from the long day.
You sank lower in the tank, tail relaxing for the first time in hours. The guiding had taken all your attention. No fights had broken out. No personal talks had happened. Just the necessary work of moving the ship safely through the currents. The crew still kept their distance, wary as always, but relief showed in their faces as they prepared supper and rest.
Hongjoong walked the deck once, checking everything. He passed near the tank but only glanced to make sure the ropes holding it were still tight. Then he moved on to his cabin for charts and rest. The day had tested them all, but your directions had helped carry them through.
The morning sun rose over calm waters, casting a golden light across The Aurora. Supplies had grown low after the long days through tricky currents. Fresh water barrels rang hollow when tapped and the food stores showed mostly empty crates. Captain Hongjoong stood on deck early, scanning the horizon with his telescope. A small, quiet island lay ahead, exactly where you had pointed out days earlier. Low hills covered in green, a hidden stream and trees heavy with fruit. It looked peaceful from afar, no signs of other ships or trouble.
Hongjoong gave clear orders without wasting time. "Prepare the boats. We go ashore for supplies. Water, wood, fruit, fill everything we can carry. Move quick but careful." His voice carried steady command. His red hair caught the light as he turned to watch the crew work. No one argued. They knew the need was real. Men gathered ropes, axes, empty barrels and empty sacks. Two long boats were lowered over the side with splashes.
You stayed in your tank near the stern, tail moving slowly in the water. The island sat a short distance away. You had mentioned this spot before as a safe place during one of the practical guiding moments. Now the ship anchored in deeper water just outside the shallows, the chain rattling loudly as it dropped. You watched everything from your position, the wooden sides of the tank limiting your view but not stopping you from seeing the main activity.
Hongjoong oversaw the loading himself. He checked each boat for balance and made sure weapons were carried in case of unexpected animals or other dangers on land. He did not come close to your tank for questions or talk. His focus stayed on the work. The crew climbed down into the boats, about ten men per boat and began rowing toward the sandy shore. Oars dipped rhythmically into the sea. The boats grew smaller as they moved away from the ship.
The deck felt quieter with most of the crew gone. A few men remained aboard for watch duty, including the ones who still kept nervous distance from your tank. They checked ropes and mended small tears in the sails. You kept your head above water part of the time, observing the island and the boats. The sun climbed higher, warming the deck planks and making the tank water feel slightly less cool.
Time passed slowly on the anchored ship. The distant sounds of axes chopping wood carried faintly across the water. Birds flew over the island hills. You could imagine the men filling barrels at the stream and picking fruit from the trees. Hongjoong paced the deck occasionally, telescope in hand, watching the shore. He gave short commands to the remaining crew but nothing directed at you. The day centered only on the supply run.
After a couple of hours, the first boat returned loaded. Barrels of fresh water sloshed heavily. Bundles of wood for repairs and sacks of fruit sat stacked carefully. The men looked tired but satisfied as they tied the boat and began hauling goods up with ropes and pulleys. Sweat shone on their skin. They worked in steady rhythm, lifting one item after another onto the deck. Hongjoong directed where each barrel and bundle should go: water near the main hold, wood for later fixing, fruit in shaded spots to last longer.
The second boat stayed longer on shore, gathering more. You stayed watchful from the tank. The sea around the island had some tricky spots on the return path, especially with loaded boats riding lower in the water. But for now, everything moved without issue.
Midday heat settled in. The remaining crew on deck drank from small water rations and kept working. One man wiped his brow and glanced your way once but quickly looked away. No words were exchanged. The focus remained on unloading and preparing for the next trip back from shore.
Then the second boat started its return. It moved slower, heavy with more barrels and wood piled high. The men rowed with effort, the boat sitting deeper than before. You spotted the danger before they did. A hidden sandbar lay just under the surface in their path, visible to you by the slight change in wave patterns and water color.
The boat hit it suddenly. The front scraped hard and stuck fast. The men shouted in surprise. The boat tilted dangerously to one side. Heavy barrels shifted, threatening to tip everything into the sea. One sailor nearly fell overboard as the balance broke.
"Sandbar!" one of them yelled back toward the ship.
You rose higher in the tank, gripping the edge. Your voice carried clear and loud across the water. "Push off with oars on the left side! Use the tide, wait for the next swell and row hard right. Paddle backward first to loosen, then forward on the deeper side."
Hongjoong heard your call from the deck. He repeated the instructions immediately without adding anything else. "You heard her! Push left, wait for the wave, then right and back!"
The men in the boat followed fast. They jammed oars into the sand and pushed as the next small wave lifted the boat slightly. The hull groaned but moved an inch. You watched closely and called again. "Harder on the right now. Keep the weight centered. Avoid the lighter color water ahead, thatâs shallower."
They adjusted their efforts. Oars splashed and strained. The boat rocked but slowly broke free from the sandbar. No barrels were lost. The tilt corrected and they rowed clear into deeper water. Relief showed in their movements as they continued toward the ship. The successful push had saved the supplies and the boat from worse trouble.
The boat reached the side of The Aurora soon after. The crew on deck helped haul the goods up with even more care. Hongjoong stood overseeing every lift, making sure nothing slipped. The men worked harder after the close call, their faces showing new respect for the guidance that had come from your tank. They still kept distance from you, but their steps moved with more confidence now that the supplies were safe.
Loading continued through the afternoon. Barrels were secured below deck. Wood was stacked neatly along the sides. Fruit was sorted and stored where it would not spoil quickly. The crew made multiple small trips up and down, tying everything tight against future waves. The ship sat lower in the water with the added weight, but it felt fuller and ready for the next leg of the journey.
You observed it all from the tank. No extra calls were needed after the sandbar incident. The rest of the work went smoothly. The sun began to lower, painting the sky in softer colors. The last items came aboard and the boats were hoisted back onto the ship and secured.
Hongjoong gave final orders for the day. "Check all lashings. Make sure nothing shifts tonight." The crew moved about, tightening ropes around the new supplies. They checked the hull from the sides where possible and made small repairs with the fresh wood. Everyone focused on the tasks. The successful run had lifted spirits, but the work came first.
As evening approached, Hongjoong finally walked toward the stern. He did not stop for conversation. Instead, he directed two crewmen to bring fresh seawater. Buckets were lowered over the side and hauled up full. They poured them into your tank one after another, refreshing the water completely. Cool, clean sea flowed around you, washing away the warmer stale parts from the long day. You felt the relief in your scales and gills but said nothing. Hongjoong watched to make sure the job was done right, then nodded once to the men. He moved on without speaking directly to you.
The deck grew calmer as night came closer. Lanterns were lit at key spots. The crew prepared a simple meal with some of the new fruit, their voices low and tired but less worried than before. They had gathered enough to last many days. The ship felt prepared again.
You settled deeper into the refreshed tank water. The supply run had taken the full day. The only real event had been guiding that one boat off the sandbar at the right moment. Everything else centered on gathering and securing the goods. No long talks happened. Hongjoong stayed focused on his captain duties. The crew moved more confidently around the deck now, knowing the stores were full.
Stars began to show in the darkening sky. The anchor held steady. The Aurora sat ready near the quiet island, supplies loaded and checked. The slow progress of days continued in these practical ways. You closed your eyes, listening to the gentle lap of waves against the hull. The tank felt better with the new water. Tomorrow the ship would sail on, carrying everything gained today.
Hongjoong made one last round of the deck before heading to his cabin. He glanced toward the tank briefly as he passed, making sure the ropes were still secure after all the activity. Then he continued on. The day ended with the ship fuller and the crew rested for the night.The supply run had tested them in small ways, especially with the sandbar, but it finished successfully.
The ship sailed on calm seas that night, the water smooth like dark glass under a sky full of bright stars. The Aurora moved gently with a light wind, the sails barely full but steady. After the long supply run and the days of guiding through tricky currents, the crew felt worn out in a good way. They had eaten a simple meal with the fresh fruit from the island, shared a few quiet stories and then turned in early. Lanterns were dimmed low. Only the night watch stayed up, two men walking the deck in slow circles, their voices soft so they wouldnât disturb the others. The ship creaked peacefully, like it was finally resting too.
Hongjoong waited in his cabin until the deck grew completely quiet. He had washed the salt and sweat from the day, changed into a clean shirt and sat thinking for a long time with an old map unrolled in front of him. But his mind was not on the next course or hidden treasures. It kept going back to the tank at the stern. To you. The siren he had pulled from the net weeks ago in anger and fear. The one who had hated him with sharp teeth and cold eyes. The one who had slowly changed everything.
He stood up, picked up a thick rope and a small lantern and stepped out into the cool night air. The two men on watch saw him and nodded but stayed far away when he waved them off to the front of the ship. This was private. Hongjoong walked to the tank alone, his boots quiet on the wood. You were already watching him approach, your head above the water, scales catching faint lantern light in soft silver and blue.
He stopped at the edge and looked at you. No orders. No questions about paths or dangers. Just a long, steady look. "Come swim" he said simply. "Iâll tie the rope so you can move near the ship again."
You nodded once. The days of small steps had led here. The tank still felt cramped, but you had stopped fighting it every moment. Hongjoong worked carefully, looping the strong rope around your upper body with knots that held firm but didnât cut. He helped lift you over the rail with steady hands, the way he had done a few times before. Your tail slipped into the open sea with a soft splash. The cool water wrapped around you like an old friend. Freedom, even if only for a short time beside the ship.
You swam slowly alongside the ship, the rope keeping you close. Hongjoong sat on the rail, legs hanging over the side, the lantern beside him casting a warm circle of light. He watched you move through the water, your powerful tail making small waves that lapped against the hull. For a long while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the gentle waves, the creak of the ship and the distant call of a night bird. Stars reflected on the dark sea like scattered diamonds. The air felt peaceful.
You dove under once, then came back up near him, arms resting on the hull. Water dripped from your hair down your shoulders. Hongjoong looked down at you, his face calm in the lantern glow. His red hair moved a little in the breeze. The hard captain look had softened around the edges over time. He still carried the weight of command, but tonight it seemed lighter.
"The sea feels good tonight" you said quietly. Your voice had lost most of its old bite. It was just honest now.
He nodded. "Calm like this doesnât come often. We earned it after those currents and the supply run." He paused, looking out at the stars. "You helped make it possible."
You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking back. The memory of being pulled from the net felt far away but still clear. "I hated you at first" you said. The words came slow and true. "When the net caught me and I woke up on this ship, all I saw was a thief who took my freedom. A pirate who shot at me and locked me in a tank like a caught fish. Every day I wanted to drag the whole ship down."
Hongjoong listened without interrupting. He rubbed his hands together slowly, feeling the rough calluses from years of ropes and wheels. "I know. I saw it in your eyes. You looked ready to tear my throat out. I didnât blame you. I thought you were just a monster from the stories. Something dangerous that almost cost me a sailor and nearly wrecked my ship on those rocks."
He shifted on the rail, leaning a bit closer. The rope allowed you to stay right below him. "But days turned into weeks. You stopped thrashing so much. I stopped calling you monster every time I walked past. The water changes, the small help during the storm, the guiding through the currents⌠it added up. You became more than a threat. You became someone I started to listen to. Someone I respected."
You looked up at him. The lantern light made his face warm and real. "I saw the weight you carry. The way you stay at the wheel for hours, making sure your crew is safe. You told me once about the navy and why you became a pirate. I remembered that. Youâre not just taking for yourself. You fight for them. For a kind of freedom. It made the hate feel heavier. Harder to hold onto."
The night stretched around you both. The ship moved forward at a gentle pace. Waves whispered against your tail as you floated there. Memories came one by one, filling the quiet talk.
"I tried to escape twice" you said with a small breath. "I damaged the ropes and rocked the tank. You got angry, but you also made sure the water stayed clean when I started getting weak. You didnât have to do that. A real thief captain would have let me suffer or thrown me back half-dead."
Hongjoong gave a short, tired smile. Not big or bright, just real. "I told myself it was only because I needed you useful. But that wasnât all of it. Watching you fight so hard⌠it reminded me of my own early days. Stubborn. Angry at the world. I couldnât kill that. And after the storm when you warned us and the battle where you used your voice to save us, I stopped pretending. Youâre part of this ship now. In a way I didnât plan."
You reached up and touched the hull near his hand. Your fingers were cool and wet. "I see the good man under the pirate coat. The one who checks on his crew first, who studies maps late at night so no one gets hurt. I care about that man. The hate turned into something else. Something warmer. I want to keep sailing these waters with you. Not trapped. But together."
Hongjoong looked down at your hand, then covered it gently with his own. His palm felt warm against your skin. "Youâre not just a siren I captured anymore. Youâre the one who knows the sea better than any map. The one who makes me think twice before charging ahead. I respect you. Deeply. And itâs more than respect now." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "I love you. Simple as that. After all the sharp words and cold days, I love the strength in you. The way you softened but never broke."
The words hung in the night air, true and quiet. No big dramatic speeches. Just honest feelings that had grown from the slow burn of weeks together.
You felt your chest tighten in a good way. "I love you too, if what I'm feeling is love, like I think it is" you said. Your voice was steady. "The captain who trapped me but also gave me clean water and listened when I spoke. The man who kisses carefully and shares the quiet moments. I love the weight you carry and the freedom you fight for. We can find a way. Maybe I swim free sometimes but always come back to the ship. Or we sail together, finding spots where both our worlds meet."
Hongjoong leaned down slowly. You rose higher in the water to meet him. Your lips touched in a longer kiss than the first time. It was warm and unhurried, full of the weeks of tension finally easing. Salt from the sea mixed with the taste of closeness. His hand moved to your wet hair, holding gently. You pressed closer, one arm resting on his shoulder. The kiss spoke what words had already said: care, respect, love. When you parted, both of you stayed close, foreheads nearly touching.
The ship continued its calm path. Stars watched overhead. Hongjoong stayed on the rail for a long time. You swam small circles beside him, the rope allowing enough room to move but keeping you near. You talked more, remembering details from the journey.
"Each day took a piece of the old hate away."
He nodded. "And left room for this. I donât know what the future holds exactly. More fights maybe. More calm nights. But I want you in it. Weâll figure the tank and the sea. Find hidden coves where you can swim free for days if you need. But the ship will always be a home you can return to."
You felt peace settle deep inside. "Yes. Together."
The night grew later. The watchmen stayed at the front, giving you both space. Hongjoong helped pull you back aboard after a while, careful and strong. He made sure you settled comfortably in the refreshed tank water. Before he left, he touched your cheek once more.
"This is the end of the hard part" he said. "The start of something better."
You watched him walk toward his cabin, the lantern swinging softly. The stars shone brighter as the ship sailed on.
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I'm gonna officially open my requests on June 23rd but you can always make a request now and i'll write it as soon as i have time!
I know your requests are closed but this fanfic idea is stuck in my head, hear me out, Jungwon and reader are on a road trip heading to a cabin in the woods for the weekend and they argue in the car causing them to pull into a rest stop for air and Jungwon tries to make it up to the reader but they end up frustrated (đ) and don't resolve anything until they get to the cabin
Road trip
~ Pairing: bf!jungwon x gf!reader
~ Established relationship, road trip/vacation, non-idol au, smut
~ A/N: hi anon! Don't worry, I'm gonna officially open my requests back again! Your fic idea was very good
The highway stretched ahead like an endless gray ribbon, cutting through dense forests that blurred into green streaks at the edges of your vision. Youâd been driving for nearly three hours, the city long behind you and the promised weekend at the cabin: quiet woods, a crackling fireplace, just the two of you, had sounded perfect when Jungwon suggested it. Now, with the late afternoon sun slanting through the windshield and your shoulders tight from the weekâs stress, perfection felt very far away.
Jungwonâs hands flexed on the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the black leather. His dark hair was tousled from running his fingers through it and the familiar scent of his cologne (clean, woody, with that sharp citrus edge) filled the car. You loved that smell. Usually. Right now it was just another thing pressing in too close.
"Are you seriously still mad about the playlist?" he asked, voice low but edged with irritation. The soft indie track heâd chosen faded into something slower, more melancholic. You reached for your phone anyway.
"Itâs not the playlist. Itâs that you never listen when I say the directions are wrong." You tapped the screen, pulling up the map app again. The little blue dot showed youâd missed the turnoff ten minutes ago. "We shouldâve taken exit 47. Now weâre adding twenty minutes because Mr. I Know These Roads refused to check."
Jungwon exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tightening. "Babe, the GPS rerouted us. Itâs fine. Weâre not lost."
"Weâre not lost yet" you muttered, sinking back into the passenger seat. The leather creaked under you. Your legs were restless, bare thighs sticking slightly to the seat in your denim shorts. The argument had started innocently enough, over what to listen to after youâd complained the last three songs were too slow for a road trip but it had snowballed, feeding on the exhaustion you both carried from the week. Jungwonâs new job had him working insane hours and your own deadlines had left you drained. This trip was supposed to fix that. Instead, the car felt smaller with every passing mile.
He reached over, resting a hand on your thigh. His palm was warm, fingers long and familiar as they squeezed gently. "Hey. Iâm sorry. I shouldâve double-checked. Letâs not ruin the weekend before we even get there."
You wanted to lean into the touch. Part of you already did, your body instinctively softening under his hand. But the frustration lingered, a tight knot in your chest. "Itâs not just the turn. Itâs⌠everything. Iâve been looking forward to this and now weâre snapping at each other like weâre still in the city."
Jungwonâs thumb brushed slow circles on your skin, inching higher. "Then letâs fix it. Pull over, get some air. Yell at me properly if you need to." His voice dropped, that teasing lilt creeping in. "Or I can make it up to you another way."
The suggestion sent a flicker of heat through you, but you swatted his hand half-heartedly. "Eyes on the road, Won."
He chuckled, low and warm, but the sound didnât fully erase the tension. A few minutes later, he took the next exit toward a rest stop nestled among tall pines. The parking lot was mostly empty, just a couple of trucks and one other car far off near the vending machines. Jungwon parked at the far end, under the shade of overhanging branches and killed the engine.
Silence settled heavily between you.
You unbuckled and stepped out first, the cool forest air washing over your heated skin. It smelled like pine and damp earth, a far cry from the carâs stuffy interior. You stretched your arms overhead, your cropped tank top riding up and heard Jungwonâs door close behind you.
He came around the front of the car, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, shoulders slightly hunched. Even frustrated, he looked unfairly good: sharp jawline, cat-like eyes softened with regret, full lips pressed together. The white t-shirt he wore clung to his chest, sleeves hugging his biceps. Jungwon had always been athletic, but the last few months of gym sessions to blow off work stress had carved him even more defined.
"Iâm sorry" he said again, closing the distance. His hands found your waist, pulling you gently against him until your back met the warm hood of the car. "I was being stubborn. I hate when we fight, especially when I know youâre tired."
You let your hands rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "Iâm sorry too. I snapped. This week sucked for both of us."
His forehead dropped to yours, noses brushing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, comfortable, the kind of couple who could weather small storms. Then his hands slid lower, cupping your ass through your shorts and squeezing as he tilted his head to kiss you.
The kiss started soft, apologetic. His lips moved gently against yours, tasting faintly of the iced coffee heâd finished earlier. You melted into it, fingers curling into his shirt. But Jungwon deepened it quickly, tongue tracing your bottom lip until you parted for him. The kiss turned hungry, messy. He tasted like want, like the promise of everything youâd been missing during your busy schedules.
"Fuck, Iâve wanted this" he murmured against your mouth, nipping your lower lip. One hand slipped under the hem of your tank top, palm gliding up your bare back. His skin was hot, fingertips calloused from guitar practice he still squeezed in on weekends. "Been thinking about you the whole drive. How good you look in these shorts. How much better youâll look with them off at the cabin."
Heat pooled low in your belly. You arched into him, feeling the growing hardness pressing against your hip through his sweatpants. "WonâŚ" you breathed, tilting your head as his mouth trailed to your jaw, then down the column of your neck. He sucked lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear, the one that always made your knees weak.
His other hand pushed between your bodies, fingers dipping under the waistband of your shorts, brushing the edge of your panties. "Let me make it up to you right here" he whispered, voice rough. "Just a little. No oneâs around."
The risk sent a thrill through you. The rest stop was quiet, trees shielding you from the main road, but the occasional distant hum of a passing car reminded you this wasnât private. Still, you didnât stop him when he cupped you through the thin fabric, rubbing slow, firm circles that made you gasp.
You reached down, palming him through his pants. He was fully hard now, thick and hot under your touch. Jungwon groaned quietly, hips twitching forward into your hand. "Baby⌠yeah, like that."
For a few heated minutes, it was perfect: frantic kisses, his fingers slipping beneath your panties to stroke your slick folds, your hand stroking him in rhythm. The frustration from the car melted into something sharper, needier. Your breath came in short pants against his neck as he circled your clit with practiced precision, two fingers teasing your entrance but not pushing in.
Then a car door slammed somewhere across the lot.
You both froze. Jungwonâs hand stilled, his body tensing against yours. The voices of an older couple drifted faintly on the breeze, laughing, talking about snacks. Not close, but close enough.
"Shit" he muttered, pulling his hand back reluctantly. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing hard. His erection throbbed against your palm. "Too public."
You squeezed him once more before letting go, equally breathless. The ache between your legs was insistent now, a deep, unsatisfied throb. "We should get back on the road."
But neither of you moved right away. Jungwon kissed you again, slower this time, but the edge was still there, frustration simmering beneath the tenderness. When he finally stepped back, adjusting himself with a grimace, his eyes were dark with unresolved want.
The drive resumed in heavier silence than before. The missed exit was corrected, but the tension had only thickened. Every shift in your seat reminded you of how wet you still were, how close youâd been. Jungwonâs hand returned to your thigh, but this time his grip was tighter, almost possessive.
"Youâre killing me" he said after a while, voice strained. "I know how turned on you are. This cabin better have thick walls because when we get thereâŚ"
The promise hung in the air, electric and unfinished. You crossed your legs, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. The argument had been resolved on the surface, but the deeper irritation: the weekâs stress, the interrupted heat, left you both wound tight.
Another thirty minutes passed. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. Jungwonâs playlist had long since been swapped for something upbeat, but it did little to distract. Your hand wandered to his thigh this time, tracing patterns that made his breath hitch.
"Stop teasing if youâre not going to finish it" he warned, glancing at you with a heated look. There was a hint of that earlier stubbornness in his tone, mixed with pure lust.
"I could say the same to you" you shot back, but there was no real bite left. Just anticipation edged with annoyance at the delay.
By the time the turnoff for the cabin appeared your body felt like a live wire. Jungwonâs jaw was set, knuckles white again on the wheel. The car bumped along the path, trees closing in around you like a cocoon.
The cabin came into view: a charming wooden frame with a wide porch, fairy lights already strung along the railing (a surprise he must have arranged) and smoke curling lazily from the chimney: someone had come by earlier to start the fire, as promised.
Jungwon parked and cut the engine. For a second, you both just sat there, staring at the peaceful scene. Then his hand found yours, squeezing.
"Inside. Now."
The promise in his voice sent another wave of heat through you.
The cabin door had barely clicked shut behind you before Jungwon was on you.
His duffel bag hit the wooden floor with a dull thud, forgotten. Strong hands grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back met the smooth log wall. The fairy lights on the porch cast a warm, golden glow through the front window, but inside the main room was all flickering firelight from the hearth and the low amber lamps the owner had left on earlier. It painted sharp shadows across his face, those sharp, pretty features now darkened with raw hunger.
"Finally" he growled, voice low and rough like gravel. No more apologies, no more careful restraint. His mouth crashed into yours, all teeth and tongue and pent-up need. The kiss was messy, desperate, weeks of stolen moments and busy schedules pouring out in one heated clash. You tasted the faint salt of his skin when your tongues met, felt the way his breath hitched when you bit his lower lip.
Jungwonâs hands were everywhere. One slid up under your tank top, shoving the fabric high so he could palm your breast, thumb flicking over your already-hard nipple. The other gripped your ass, pulling you flush against him so you could feel exactly how hard he was: thick and straining against the front of his sweatpants.
"Won...fuck..." you moaned into his mouth as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers just the way you liked. The frustration from the car, the rest stop, the entire exhausting week, crackled between you like electricity.
He broke the kiss only to yank your tank top over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Your bra followed seconds later, unclasped with practiced ease. Cool air kissed your heated skin for only a moment before his mouth latched onto one breast, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging sharply as pleasure shot straight between your legs.
"You have no idea how fucking crazy you made me in that car" he muttered against your skin, switching to the other nipple and grazing it with his teeth. "Knowing how wet you were. Feeling you squeeze around my fingers and then having to stopâŚ"
His hand shoved into your shorts without warning, two fingers sliding through your slick folds. You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and he groaned at the discovery, curling those long fingers to stroke your entrance teasingly.
"Jungwon" you whimpered, hips rocking into his touch. Your back arched off the wall, pushing more of your breast into his mouth.
He pulled back suddenly, dropping to his knees right there on the woven rug. In one swift motion he dragged your shorts and panties down your legs, helping you step out of them. Your shoes were kicked aside haphazardly. Then he hooked one of your thighs over his shoulder, opening you up completely.
"Look at you" he breathed, eyes dark as he stared at your glistening pussy. "So fucking pretty and dripping for me."
He didnât tease. His mouth descended, tongue flattening against your clit in a broad, firm stroke that made your head thunk back against the wall. A loud moan tore from your throat as he licked and sucked with single-minded intensity, two fingers pushing deep inside you without preamble. He curled them instantly, finding that spongy spot that made your breath catch.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the cabin: loud slurping, his low groans vibrating against you, your own broken cries echoing off the wooden beams. He ate you like a man starved, alternating between fast flicks of his tongue on your clit and deep, thrusting strokes of his fingers. Your hands fisted tighter in his hair, thighs trembling around his head.
"Shit...Won, Iâm...close already" you panted, hips grinding against his face.
He hummed in approval, doubling down. Three fingers now, stretching you open while his lips sealed around your clit and sucked hard. The coil in your belly snapped without mercy. You came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his ears as waves of pleasure crashed through you. He kept licking you through it, gentler but relentless, drawing out every last shudder until your legs threatened to give out.
Jungwon rose smoothly, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, sweet and filthy. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his waist. The hard line of his cock pressed right against your sensitive core through his sweatpants.
"Bedroom?" you gasped between kisses.
"Too far" he answered, already shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang up, thick and flushed dark at the tip, a bead of precum glistening at the slit. He was painfully hard, veins prominent along the shaft.
He lined himself up and pushed in with one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly at the stretch: tight, perfect, overwhelming after all that teasing. The wall creaked faintly behind you as he started moving, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.
"Fuck, you feel so good" he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you, his pelvis grinding against your clit with each snap. "So wet. So tight. Been thinking about this pussy the whole damn drive."
You clawed at his shoulders, nails digging through his thin white t-shirt. "Harder, Won. Please..."
He gave it to you. The pace turned brutal, skin slapping against skin, your back sliding against the wall with every powerful thrust. One of his hands held your ass, the other braced beside your head on the wall for leverage. Sweat already beaded on his forehead, his hair sticking to it messily. The fireplace crackled in the background, but all you could focus on was the drag of his cock inside you, the way he filled you so completely, the filthy praise spilling from his lips.
"All weekend. Gonna fuck you until you canât walk straight."
The words sent fresh heat spiraling through you. Your second orgasm built fast, faster than the first. You squeezed around him, legs locked tighter around his waist.
"Thatâs it, cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."
You shattered again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed and fluttered around him. Jungwon cursed, hips stuttering but not stopping. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, deep thrusts until he buried himself deep and came with a groan. Hot spurts filled you, his cock twitching inside as he rode it out, face buried in your neck.
For a long moment, you both just breathed: heavy, ragged, bodies slick with sweat. The frustration that had simmered for hours finally cracked, but it wasnât gone. Not yet.
Jungwon pulled out slowly, a mix of your releases trickling down your thigh. He kissed you softly, almost reverently, then carried you bridal-style toward the bedroom at the back of the cabin. The bed was large, already made with soft flannel sheets and a thick comforter. He laid you down gently, but the look in his eyes said gentle wasnât going to last.
He stripped off his remaining clothes, revealing the lean, toned body you knew so well: defined abs, sharp V-lines, that perfect cock already half-hard again. You reached for him, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand.
"My turn to take my time" he murmured, crawling over you.
He kissed down your body slowly now, neck, breasts, stomach, worshipping every inch. When he reached your core, he licked you clean with long, lazy strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of both of you. You whimpered, oversensitive but still aching for more.
By the time he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips up, you were dripping again. He entered you from behind in one smooth glide, deeper at this angle. His chest pressed to your back as he started thrusting, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in circles.
The new position had you moaning into the pillow, ass raised high for him. He fucked you steadily, whispering filthy things against your ear "So fucking perfect for me⌠take every inch⌠gonna fill you up again" until you came a third time, shaking beneath him.
Jungwon pulled out and turned you over once more, settling between your spread thighs face-to-face. This time it was slower, more intimate. He laced your fingers together above your head, hips rolling in deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you. His eyes never left yours, dark and full of love mixed with pure lust.
"I love you" he whispered between kisses, even as his pace quickened again. "Missed this so much."
You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back. "Love you too...ah...right there..."
The friction built again, intense and overwhelming. Your bodies moved together like they were made for this, sweat-slick skin sliding, breath mingling, the wet sounds of sex filling the cozy room. When you came this time, he followed right after, spilling deep inside you with a broken moan of your name.
You stayed connected for long minutes afterward, trading lazy kisses and soft touches as the fire in the main room continued to crackle. Eventually he pulled out and fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleaning you both gently before collapsing beside you and pulling the comforter over your tangled bodies.
The frustration was gone now, replaced by boneless satisfaction and the warm glow of being exactly where you belonged. Jungwonâs arm draped possessively over your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck.
"Best road trip ever" he mumbled sleepily, lips brushing your skin.
You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his damp hair. "We still have the whole weekend."
He smiled against you. "Good. Because Iâm nowhere near done with you."
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A/N: again a short fic because i'm very busy and i have no time to write lately but it's still a good smut
The city never truly slept, but tonight it felt like it was whispering just for the two of you.
You stood by the tall window of your apartment, watching the sky bleed from burnt orange into deep indigo. Streetlights flickered on one by one along the avenue below and the distant hum of traffic rose like a familiar lullaby. It had been a long week: endless meetings, late deadlines and too many nights falling asleep on opposite sides of the city. But Kai had texted you earlier: Done early. Be there in twenty. Wear something pretty.
A smile tugged at your lips as you smoothed down the soft emerald dress youâd chosen. It hugged your waist and fell just above your knees, simple but elegant enough for a spontaneous night out. Youâd paired it with a light coat and the necklace heâd given you for your one-year anniversary, a delicate silver chain with a tiny star pendant.
Exactly twenty-two minutes later, your phone buzzed.
Kai: Outside. Miss you already.
You grabbed your bag and headed down, heart picking up pace with every floor the elevator descended. The moment the lobby doors opened, you saw him leaning against his black car, tall frame relaxed in a black button-up and dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair had grown out a bit, falling softly over his forehead in that effortlessly handsome way that still made your stomach flutter even after two years together.
His eyes lit up the second they found you. That bright, genuine smile, the one that reached all the way to his dimples, spread across his face as he pushed off the car and met you halfway.
"Thereâs my girl" he murmured, pulling you into his arms right there on the sidewalk. His embrace was warm, familiar and just tight enough to make you melt against his chest. He smelled like his usual clean citrus cologne mixed with the faint trace of the city air.
You tilted your head up for a kiss. It started soft, just a gentle press of lips, but Kai lingered, deepening it for a heartbeat longer than was strictly public-appropriate. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek.
"Missed this face" he said quietly. "Missed you."
"You saw me three days ago" you teased, even as your fingers curled into his shirt.
"Three days too long." He opened the passenger door for you with a small bow that made you laugh. Once you were both inside, he reached over to squeeze your thigh before pulling into traffic. "I was stuck in back-to-back calls until six. Told my team I had somewhere important to be tonight."
The city unfolded around you as he drove, neon signs glowing in pinks and blues, towering buildings glittering with office lights that hadnât yet gone dark. The radio played low, some dreamy indie song Kai hummed along to under his breath. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole drive, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks up your skin.
He parked near the river district, one of your favorite parts of the city at night. The waterfront promenade stretched out ahead, lined with food stalls, pop-up markets and couples walking hand-in-hand under strings of warm fairy lights. The air carried the scent of grilled meat, sweet pastries and river breeze.
Kai laced his fingers with yours as you started walking. "Hungry?"
"Starving" you admitted.
"Good. Because Iâm not letting you go home until weâve tried everything that looks good."
The night market was alive. Vendors called out their specials under brightly colored tarps. Steam rose from woks sizzling with stir-fried noodles and the sweet smell of candied strawberries and hotteok filled the air. Kaiâs eyes sparkled with that playful energy he always had when he was fully present with you: no work stress, no schedule, just the two of you.
He bought you both cups of hotteok first: crispy pancakes filled with melted brown sugar and nuts. You shared bites as you walked, laughing when the filling oozed out and he dramatically tried to catch it with his mouth.
"Youâre such a dork" you giggled, wiping sugar from the corner of his lip with your thumb.
"Your dork" he corrected, catching your hand and kissing your sugar-dusted fingertip. His eyes held yours a second longer, something warmer flickering behind the playfulness.
Next came skewered tteokbokki, spicy and chewy, which you ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the river. The water reflected the cityâs lights like shattered stars. Kai draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against the cool night air. His jacket was already over your lap: heâd insisted the moment he noticed you shiver.
"Remember that time we got lost here last year?" he asked, voice soft against your hair.
"How could I forget? You swore you knew a shortcut and we ended up at that weird cat cafĂŠ instead."
Kai laughed, the sound low and fond. "Best mistake ever. You looked so cute with that big orange cat on your lap."
You turned your head to look at him. In the shifting lights, his profile was beautiful: sharp jaw, soft eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks from the spicy food. Two years, and he still took your breath away.
"I love nights like this" you whispered. "Just us. No rush."
"Me too." He leaned in, kissing you slowly. His lips tasted like sugar and spice. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb stroking gently as the kiss lingered. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. "Been thinking about you all week. The way you laugh. The way you look at me. The way you feel in my armsâŚ"
His voice had dropped, that husky edge creeping in. Your pulse quickened. You kissed him again, a little deeper this time, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing under your palm.
The market continued around you, people laughing, music drifting from a nearby performer but it all faded into background noise. There was only Kai. The warmth of his body. The way his fingers traced patterns on your waist over your dress.
You spent the next hour wandering deeper into the district. Kai won you a small plush penguin at a ring toss game after dramatically failing the first three tries, bowing theatrically when he finally succeeded on the fourth. You bought him a black beanie from a vendor because the night was getting colder and it looked adorable on him. He immediately pulled it on, then tugged you into a quiet alley between two buildings just to kiss you properly, away from the crowd.
This kiss wasnât playful. It was slow and heated. His body pressed you gently against the brick wall, one thigh sliding between yours as his hands roamed your sides. You could feel the growing tension in him, the way his breath hitched when your fingers slipped under his shirt to touch warm skin.
"BabyâŚ" he murmured against your mouth, voice rough. "If we keep this up, weâre not making it to the rest of the market."
You smiled, nipping his bottom lip. "Is that a promise?"
He groaned softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Youâre killing me."
But he behaved, mostly. The two of you continued on, sharing a cup of warm cinnamon milk tea, feeding each other bites of grilled cheese corn dogs and stopping to watch a street dancer perform under golden lights. Kai stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, swaying gently with you to the music.
At one point, he spun you around and danced with you right there on the sidewalk, both of you laughing as he dramatically dipped you. Passersby smiled. An older couple even clapped. Your heart felt so full it could burst.
As midnight approached, the crowd started to thin. The city lights grew brighter against the darker sky. Kaiâs touches had grown more lingering: his hand on your lower back, fingers brushing the curve of your hip, lips ghosting your temple every few minutes. The promise of what was coming hung thick between you.
"Ready to head home?" he asked eventually, voice low.
Your apartment was closer, but you both knew his place, with the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, was where the night would end. You nodded, squeezing his hand.
The drive back was quieter. The air inside the car felt charged. Kaiâs hand was back on your thigh, higher this time, fingers slipping just under the hem of your dress. Every red light became an opportunity for stolen kisses that grew hotter and more desperate.
By the time he pulled into the underground parking of his building, you were both breathing harder. He helped you out of the car, then pressed you against the side of it for one more kiss before you made it to the elevator.
Inside the elevator, the mirrored walls reflected you both: flushed cheeks, messy hair, his jacket still around your shoulders. Kai stood behind you, arms around your waist, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as the floors climbed.
"You look so beautiful tonight" he whispered against your skin. "Canât wait to get you upstairs."
The elevator dinged. The door to his apartment barely closed behind you before he had you pressed against it again, but this time you both knew there would be no stopping.
The city lights sparkled endlessly through the huge windows, casting shifting colors across the living room. But all you could focus on was Kai: his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the entire glowing city that mattered.
The door had barely clicked shut behind you before Kaiâs hands were on you again, turning you around and pressing your back against the cool wood with a hunger that had been simmering all night. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the apartment in shifting hues of sapphire, rose and gold. It felt like the entire skyline was watching, but neither of you cared.
"Finally" he breathed against your mouth, voice already rough with want. His kiss was deep and consuming, tongue sliding against yours as one large hand cupped the back of your neck and the other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against your stomach through his jeans and it sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.
You moaned softly into the kiss, fingers working open the buttons of his black shirt. Kai helped you, shrugging it off impatiently and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands roamed over his smooth chest, tracing the lean muscle of his shoulders and down the subtle ridges of his abdomen. He shivered under your touch, a low groan vibrating against your lips.
"Bedroom?" you whispered, even as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.
"No" he murmured, eyes dark as he looked at you. "Right here first. I want to see you against the city."
He spun you gently so you faced the windows, your palms pressing against the cool glass. From this high up, the city sprawled endlessly below: rivers of light from cars, glowing billboards, distant skyscrapers twinkling like stars. Kai stepped behind you, his bare chest warm against your back. He brushed your hair aside and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.
His hands slid down your sides, finding the zipper of your emerald dress. He took his time, dragging it down inch by inch while his lips never left your skin. The fabric loosened and he pushed the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, now only in your black lace bra and matching panties.
"God, youâre perfect" he whispered, hands roaming over your exposed skin. He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, letting it drop. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts from behind, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. You arched back into him with a soft gasp as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make pleasure spark down your spine.
"KaiâŚ" you moaned, pushing your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans.
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations through you. One hand stayed on your breast while the other traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found you already slick and hot. He groaned at the feeling, sliding two fingers between your folds and rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.
"So wet already" he murmured, nipping at your shoulder. "All night youâve been driving me crazy in that dress. Thinking about touching you like this."
You whimpered as he pressed two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. His thumb kept working your clit in steady rhythm while his other hand kneaded your breast. The city lights blurred in your vision as pleasure built, your breath fogging the glass.
He kept you there, fingers pumping steadily, until your thighs started trembling. "Thatâs it, baby. Let go for me."
You came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as waves of heat crashed through you. Kai held you through it, murmuring praises against your neck "So beautiful⌠love feeling you come" until the aftershocks faded.
He turned you around then, kissing you deeply as he walked you backward toward the bedroom. Clothes were shed along the way: his jeans kicked off, your panties left on the living room floor. By the time you reached the edge of his large bed, you were both naked. The massive window beside the bed offered the same stunning view, bathing his skin in ethereal light.
Kai guided you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. His cock was fully hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. He hissed in pleasure, hips twitching into your touch.
"Want to taste you first" he said, voice husky. He kissed down your body with reverence: collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your stomach until his broad shoulders settled between your thighs.
The first slow lick up your pussy made you moan loudly. Kai hummed in satisfaction, savoring you. He took his time, licking broad stripes before focusing on your clit, sucking it gently between his lips. Two fingers pushed back inside you, curling rhythmically as his tongue worked faster. Your hands fisted in his soft hair, hips rocking against his face.
"Fuck...Kai, yes..." you gasped, back arching off the bed.
He devoured you with focused hunger, fingers pumping deeper, tongue flicking relentlessly until another orgasm ripped through you. You came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as stars burst before your eyes. He licked you through every pulse, only pulling back when you whimpered from overstimulation.
Kai climbed back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. His cock nudged against your entrance, hot and heavy.
"Ready?" he asked, eyes locked on yours. Even in the heat of the moment, he always checked.
"Yes. Please, I need you."
He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open. Both of you groaned at the feeling, tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. When he bottomed out, he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
"Always so perfect for me" he whispered.
Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he picked up pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his low grunts.
He fucked you steadily, changing angles until he found the one that made you cry out. His hips snapped harder, driving into you with building intensity. One hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider while the other braced beside your head.
"Look at the city" he panted, turning your head gently toward the window. "All those lights⌠and youâre mine."
The view was dizzying, endless sparkling lights as he thrust deep. Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Kai reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles.
"Come for me again, baby. Want to feel you."
You shattered around him with a broken moan of his name, walls pulsing tightly. Kai cursed, burying his face in your neck as his own rhythm faltered. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, spilling inside you with a long, guttural groan. His hips kept moving through the aftershocks, milking every last drop.
For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts pounding. Kai eventually lifted his head, smiling that soft, adoring smile that always melted you. He kissed you tenderly, then rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.
"Shower?" he suggested after a few minutes, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.You nodded, still catching your breath.
The ensuite bathroom was sleek and modern, with another large window overlooking the city. Kai turned on the rainfall shower, steam quickly filling the space. Under the hot water, he washed you gently, hands soapy and reverent over every curve. But the touches lingered. His fingers teased your nipples again, then slipped between your legs, finding you still sensitive and slick with his cum.
You dropped to your knees in the shower, water cascading over both of you. Kaiâs hand braced against the tile as you took him into your mouth. He was half-hard again already. You sucked him slowly, tongue swirling around the head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.
"Fuck, that feels so good" he groaned, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. He didnât push, just let you set the pace, hips rocking subtly.
When he was fully hard again, he pulled you up and turned you to face the window. "Hands on the glass."
You obeyed, bracing yourself as he entered you from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you moan loudly. Kaiâs chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand reached down to rub your clit. He fucked you like this, deep and possessive, water streaming down your bodies as the city watched silently.
Your third orgasm hit you fast and intense, legs shaking. Kai followed soon after, coming deep inside you again with your name on his lips.
Afterward, you both dried off lazily. Kai carried you back to bed, tucking you under the soft sheets. He pulled you close, your head on his chest as the city lights continued their endless dance outside.
"Best night in a long time" he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
You traced patterns on his chest. "We should do this more often. Early escapes. Just us."
"Every week" he promised, voice sleepy but content. His hand stroked your hair. "I love you."
"I love you too, Kai."
The night stretched on, quiet except for the distant hum of the city. In his arms, with the skyline at your back, everything felt perfectly right.
Hiii can you do a smut of sunghoon from enhypen and mid way the members catch themđ can be as long as you like!
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Pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader
Modern au, college au, established relationship, smut
Wc:~2.4k
Warnings: smut, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play?, semi-public sex?, getting caught by roommates, accidental voyeurism, multiple rounds
A/N: don't come after me for including heeseung, it's not an idol au so it has no link with enhypen as a group. Just enjoy the friendship and the fanfic
The apartment was quiet for once. You and Sunghoon had been dating for four months now, four months of stolen kisses between lectures, late-night study sessions that turned into make-out sessions and the kind of slow-burn intimacy that made every touch feel electric. Sunghoon was the reserved literature major with the sharp jawline and even sharper tongue when he wanted to tease you. You were the art history student who loved dragging him to gallery openings just to watch him pretend to understand abstract expressionism while really just staring at you.
Tonight, the planets had aligned. His six roommates: Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunoo and Ni-ki were all out. Jungwon and Ni-ki had gone to some late-night gaming tournament across campus. Heeseung, Jay and Jake were at a bar downtown celebrating Jakeâs latest exam victory. Sunoo had tagged along because, as he put it "someone needs to keep those idiots from starting a fight." The apartment, usually chaotic with seven guys crammed into a slightly-too-small off-campus house, was blissfully empty.
You arrived just after nine, wearing Sunghoonâs favorite oversized hoodie and nothing underneath but a tiny pair of black lace panties. He noticed immediately when you shrugged off your coat in the entryway.
"Fuck" he breathed, eyes darkening as he pulled you against him. "Youâre trying to kill me tonight."
You laughed softly, looping your arms around his neck. "We finally have the place to ourselves. I thought we should take advantage."
He didnât need to be told twice. His mouth was on yours in seconds: hungry, deep, the kind of kiss that made your knees weak. Sunghoon kissed like he studied: thorough, intense and completely focused on every little reaction you gave him. His hands slid under the hoodie, palms skating up your bare back, fingertips pressing into your skin like he wanted to memorize the shape of you.
"Living room" he murmured against your lips. "Couch. Now."
You didnât argue. He walked you backwards through the hallway, never breaking the kiss until the backs of your knees hit the large sectional sofa that dominated their living room. The couch had seen its fair share of movie nights and gaming marathons, but tonight it was about to witness something far more explicit.
Sunghoon pulled the hoodie over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you bare from the waist up. Cool air kissed your skin, making your nipples tighten instantly. His gaze dropped, hungry and appreciative.
"Beautiful" he whispered, voice low and rough. He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand cupped the other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. You arched into him with a soft moan, fingers threading through his dark hair.
He took his time, sucking and licking until you were squirming beneath him. Only then did he move lower, kissing down your stomach, tugging your panties down your legs with his teeth. He looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes gleaming with that dangerous mix of adoration and lust that always made your heart race.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
You obeyed, heart hammering as he settled between them. His first lick was slow, deliberate, dragging from your entrance up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking. Sunghoon hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you. He ate you out like a man starved: long, flat strokes of his tongue followed by tight circles around your clit, two fingers sliding inside you and curling just right.
"Sunghoon...oh god-" Your voice broke as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He added a third finger, stretching you, fucking you with them in a steady rhythm while his mouth worked your clit. You came hard, thighs trembling around his head, his name falling from your lips in broken cries.
He didnât stop until you were shaking and oversensitive, only pulling back when you gently pushed at his shoulders. His lips were glossy, chin wet and the sight made fresh heat pool between your legs.
"Your turn" you whispered, sitting up to tug at his shirt. He helped you strip him, revealing the lean, toned body youâd become addicted to. His cock was already hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, enjoying the way his breath hitched.
"On the couch" you told him. "Sit."
He sat back against the cushions, legs spread. You climbed into his lap, straddling him. The thick head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance as you rocked your hips, teasing both of you. Sunghoonâs hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in.
"Donât tease" he growled, voice strained.
You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. The stretch was perfect: full, deep, overwhelming in the best way. You both moaned at the same time. For a moment you stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then you started moving.
You rode him slowly at first, rolling your hips in deep circles, savoring the drag of his cock against your walls. Sunghoonâs head fell back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he watched you. His hands roamed, squeezing your ass, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you gasped.
"Faster, baby" he urged, voice husky. "Want to feel you."
You braced your hands on his shoulders and picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room along with your shared moans. Every downward thrust ground your clit against his pelvis, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
Sunghoon suddenly sat up straighter, wrapping one arm around your waist and flipping you so you were beneath him on the couch. He thrust back inside you hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The new angle hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke.
"Right there...fuck, Sunghoon, donât stop..."
He didnât. He fucked you deeper, harder, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. Sweat slicked your skin. Your second orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls clenching around him as you cried out. Sunghoon groaned at the feeling, hips stuttering.
"Iâm close" he panted. "Where do you want me?"
"Inside" you gasped. "Please."
He buried his face in your neck, thrusting a few more times before he came with a deep, guttural moan, hips pressed flush against yours as he filled you. You held him tight through it, stroking his back, whispering soft praises in his ear.
For a few blissful minutes, you stayed tangled together on the couch, his softening cock still inside you, trading lazy kisses.
Then the front door opened.
Laughter and loud voices spilled into the apartment like a bucket of ice water.
"Iâm telling you, Jakeâs drunk ass almost fell into the fountain-"
"Shh, Sunghoon might be asleep"
The voices belonged to Jay and Heeseung. Your eyes flew open in panic. Sunghoon froze above you, still buried between your legs. "Shit" he whispered.
You scrambled, but it was too late. The living room was open-concept, the couch clearly visible from the entryway. Jay stepped in first, still laughing at something, then stopped dead.
"Oh my fucking god."
Behind him, Heeseung, Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki piled in, all of them freezing in various states of shock.
You were completely naked, Sunghoonâs naked body covering most of yours, but there was no hiding what youâd been doing. His cum was literally leaking out around where you were still joined. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.
For one long, horrifying second, nobody moved. Then chaos erupted.
"Bro!" Jake yelped, covering his eyes dramatically but clearly peeking through his fingers. "On the couch? We eat there!"
Sunooâs face was bright red, but he looked more amused than anything. "I knew they were getting it on, but this is bold."
Ni-ki just stared with wide eyes before bursting into laughter. "Hyung, your ass is out!"
Jungwon, ever the responsible one, immediately turned around and started herding the others. "Okay, everyone out! Give them a second!"
Heeseung was smirking, leaning against the wall like he was enjoying the show. "Nice form, Sunghoon. Real athletic."
"Get the fuck out!" Sunghoon roared, finally snapping out of his frozen state. He grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and flung it over both of you, but the damage was done. He stayed protectively on top of you, shielding your body with his as much as possible.
Jay was still standing there, mouth open. "My poor couch. Iâm never sitting there again."
"You sit on it every day" Sunoo pointed out, giggling.
"Exactly! And now itâs been⌠defiled."
You wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Your face burned hotter than it ever had in your life. Sunghoonâs heart was hammering against yours.
"I thought you guys were out until at least 2 am" Sunghoon growled, voice muffled against your shoulder.
"Jake got cut off at the bar" Jungwon called from the hallway, still trying to push everyone toward the kitchen. "We decided to come back and play Mario Kart or something. Clearly a bad call."
"Understatement" you muttered, voice small.
Sunghoon finally pulled out of you carefully, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around you both. He helped you sit up, tucking the fabric securely so nothing showed. His face was flushed, hair messy, but there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his eyes now that the initial shock was fading.
"You guys are the worst roommates in existence" he announced loudly.
"Pretty sure walking in on you railing your girlfriend on our communal couch makes us the victims here" Jake shot back, though he was laughing now too.
Sunoo peeked around the corner, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Should we set a sock on the door rule? Or like⌠a full traffic light system?"
"Or we could just invest in noise-canceling headphones" Ni-ki added, still snickering.
Heeseung wandered closer, completely unbothered. "Need some water? You two look⌠dehydrated."
"Lee Heeseung, I swear to god" Sunghoon warned.
You buried your face in Sunghoonâs chest, mortified but also starting to see the ridiculousness of the situation. Your body was still buzzing from the orgasms, thighs sticky and now you had an audience of six very entertained college boys.
Jungwon eventually managed to corral most of them into the kitchen, though you could still hear them whispering and laughing. Jay lingered a moment longer, looking genuinely traumatized.
"Iâm ordering a new couch tomorrow. And you two are paying for it."
"Deal" Sunghoon said quickly. "Now please fuck off so we can get dressed."
Once the immediate area was clear, Sunghoon helped you up, keeping the blanket around you like a shield as you both hurried toward his bedroom down the hall. The moment the door closed behind you, he pressed you against it, kissing you hard despite everything.
"Iâm so sorry" he murmured between kisses. "I shouldâve locked the door or something. Fuck."
You laughed breathlessly, the adrenaline making you giddy. "Itâs kind of funny. In a horrifying way."
His hands roamed under the blanket again, possessive. "Theyâre never going to let us live this down."
"Probably not." You nipped at his bottom lip. "But we still have your room now. And a lock."
He lifted you suddenly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bed. The blanket fell away somewhere along the way. This time when he laid you down, it was slower, more deliberate. He kissed every inch of skin he could reach: your collarbones, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hip.
"I still want you" he whispered, voice rough. "Even after that disaster."
You pulled him down on top of you, guiding his cock back inside your heat. He groaned at the feeling, bottoming out in one thrust.
The second round was different, less frantic, more intimate. He fucked you with deep, rolling thrusts, eyes locked on yours. Your hands explored his back, nails digging in when he hit that perfect angle. You came again with his name on your lips and he followed right after, spilling deep inside you once more.
Afterward, you lay tangled in his sheets, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.
"Theyâre going to tease us forever" you said softly.
Sunghoon chuckled. "Worth it."
From the living room, you could hear the faint sounds of the Mario Kart game starting up, along with occasional shouts of laughter and at least one very loud comment about "the couch incident."
You groaned, hiding your face in his neck. Sunghoon just held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Next time" he murmured "weâre going to a hotel."
You laughed. "Or we could just kick them all out permanently."
"Deal."
The night didnât end with quiet cuddling. Eventually, hunger won out and you both ventured into the kitchen, fully dressed this time, where the six of them immediately launched into relentless teasing.
Jake waggled his eyebrows. "Round two already? We heard the headboard."
Sunoo threw a pillow at him. "Leave them alone! Theyâre in love."
"Love looks a lot like naked wrestling on my couch." Jay muttered, but he was grinning.
Even Jungwon cracked a smile. "Just⌠next time put a towel down or something. For the couchâs sake."
Ni-ki was still replaying the moment in his head, apparently. "Hyungâs stamina is impressive though. Respect."
Sunghoon threw a bag of chips at him. "Shut up and play your game."
You sat on Sunghoonâs lap on one of the dining chairs (definitely not the couch), his arms wrapped around your waist. Despite the embarrassment, there was something oddly comforting about it all. These boys were his family, chaotic as they were. And now, by extension, they were part of yours too.
Later that night, after everyone had finally gone to their rooms, Sunghoon pulled you back into his bed for a third, much quieter round. This one was slow and sweet, full of whispered "I love you"s and gentle touches. He made love to you like he had all the time in the world, like the embarrassment from earlier had only made him want you more.
When you finally fell asleep in his arms, the apartment was quiet again, save for the occasional muffled laugh from one of the other rooms, no doubt still gossiping.
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 heâd claimed you, heâd barely let you out of armâs reach. Now it was routine: he slept pressed against you, one arm slung over your waist, ears twitching at every distant siren or neighborâs 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 heâd 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 canât. Director Park already has me on thin ice."
Hongjoongâs 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 didnât 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 heâd 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 didnât 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.
"Youâre safe now" you whispered. "Here. With me."
He nodded against your shirt but didnât 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. Heâd 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. Parkâs furious."
You kept your head down, pouring coffee like the rumors didnât 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. Youâd 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. Didnât 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.
"Iâm 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 Iâve 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 wouldâve gone well."
Hongjoong didnât smile. He guided you deeper into the apartment, tail still curled around your wrist. The space looked pristine, heâd 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. "Letâs go for a walk. The park across the street. After dark, when itâs quiet."
His ears perked slightly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. "Outside?"
"Youâve been cooped up too long. Just ten minutes. Iâll stay right beside you."
He agreed, but not without first scent-marking you again, thoroughly. By the time you stepped into the elevator heâd 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. "Youâd do that? For me?"
"Iâd 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, Hongjoongâs 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 havenât 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 youâre 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 wonât touch you" he said. "Not while Iâm 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 youâd 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 wonât. I wonât let them."
His forehead dropped to yours. The purr that finally returned was shaky, uncertain.
"Iâm 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 youâd fought to give him.
Hongjoong pulled back, eyes burning with protective fire. "Let them come" he growled softly. "Iâve 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.
"Theyâre 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 wonât. 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 youâd 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 didnât like that.
At the end of the review, the senior officer delivered the verdict with clinical detachment. "Given Subject HK-0047âs documented history of severe aggression and the recent anonymous threat reported to authorities, weâre 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.
"Donât" he warned when you tried to reach for him. "Donât 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 heâd 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 didnât 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. "Itâs how I can afford to keep you safe. The apartment, food, lawyers if we need them..."
"I donât 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.
"Donât" he snarled. "Iâm 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 hybridâs 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 didnât 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 isnât choosing. He was abused. I can help him heal for a few weeks until we find a permanent home. Thatâs 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 didnât come out until long after youâd 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 wouldnât kiss you. Wouldnât 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.
"Iâm not your job?" His laugh was broken. "Iâm 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 Hongjoongâs phone lying on the floor with a single note typed on the screen: Iâm too broken for this. You deserve better. Donât 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 youâd 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 didnât look up. "Go home."
"Iâm not leaving without you."
"Why?" He finally lifted his head. Rain mixed with tears on his face, something youâd 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. Iâm 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 whoâs terrified of losing the only home heâs ever had."
His breath hitched. You reached out slowly and cupped his wet cheek. "I will always choose you. Even when itâs hard. Even when the system tries to take you. Even when you push me away. Forever doesnât 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.
"Iâm scared" he admitted against your skin, voice muffled. "Every day Iâm scared youâll wake up and realize Iâm 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 donât want to run anymore" he whispered.
"Then donât." You stroked his soaked hair. "Come home. Weâll fix the couch. Weâll find Minho a better place. Weâll 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 didnât 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 Iâm 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 apartmentâs 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. "Whatâs 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. Donât come back until itâs over."
You stepped inside instead.
Hongjoong snarled, low and warning. "I said get out! I wonât be gentle. I wonât be me. Iâll hurt you-"
"You wonât" you said softly, closing the door behind you. The heat in the room was stifling, rolling off him in waves. "Iâm not leaving you to suffer alone for days."
He laughed, broken and bitter. "You donât understand. This isnât like before. This is⌠instinct. Iâll knot you. Iâll bite. Iâll 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. Donât 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 wasnât 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. Couldnât 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 didnât 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 didnât pause: couldnât. 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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. Heâd 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 thatâs ours."
You stroked his ears, exhausted and glowing. "One day. When weâre 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 didnât. 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 youâd 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 donât 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. "Weâll 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 Hongjoongâs 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 Hongjoongâs 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. Weâve got paperwork from before the sanctuary laws changed. Heâs unregistered stock. Legally ours to reclaim."
Your blood ran cold. You stepped forward despite Hongjoongâs 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 intruderâs knee. The human pulled a syringe, probably the same tranquilizers used in the old fights, but Hongjoongâs 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 isnât over. Court dateâs already set. Heâll be back in the ring where he belongs."
That night Hongjoong wouldnât 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 wonât go back" he whispered against your hair. "Iâd rather die free than fight in a cage again."
"Youâre not going anywhere" you promised, holding his face. "Weâll fight this. Legally. Together."
The next morning you quit your job at the shelter.
Director Park didnât 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 youâll ever know. Keep your cage. Weâre 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 Hongjoongâs records and shook her head.
"This wonât 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. Hongjoongâs nightmares returned with a vengeance. Heâd 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 didnât. 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 youâd chosen together. He looked devastatingly beautiful and heartbreakingly nervous, ears twitching at every camera flash.
The syndicateâs 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 youâd 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.
"Iâm not property. Iâm not a fighter anymore. Iâm hers. And sheâs mine. I want to build a life with her. Help other hybrids who are still trapped. Iâm asking the court to let me choose my future."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Attorney Seoâs closing argument was sharp and passionate. Evidence of the syndicateâs ongoing illegal operations was presented. Your financial records showing youâd sacrificed your career. Medical reports proving Hongjoongâs 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. Hongjoongâs face was pressed to the passenger window, eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen real snow outside of grainy shelter documentaries.
The cabin youâd 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 youâd 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. Weâll 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 youâd met him through reinforced glass, Hongjoongâs eyes held no shadows. Only snow, starlight, and boundless future.
"Forever?" he asked, the old insecurity still faintly there.
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Could you do a non-idol roommate smut fic with Scoups and San? Maybe have y/n see them working out in their home gym, masturbate in her room when she thinks they're not home, and have them confront her about it later? I dunno, just something that popped into my head
Two baddies (Choi) one Porsche
Pairing: San x reader x seungcheol
Modern non-idol au, roomates au, smut
Wc:~3.5k
Warnings: threesome mmf, voyeurism, masturbation after spying on them working out, getting caught, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, multiple orgasms, polyamorous relationship, embarassment
A/N: i loooooove this! I love the plot and i loved writing it !
You pushed open the front door of the apartment with a tired sigh, the strap of your work bag sliding down your shoulder. It was barely past 5 PM, much earlier than your usual 7 or 8 oâclock return, but the meeting had been canceled last minute and you werenât about to complain about a rare free evening. The apartment was quiet at first glance, the living room lights dimmed, but a low, rhythmic bass pulsed from somewhere deeper inside. Then you heard it: the unmistakable metallic clang of weights, followed by a deep grunt of effort.
Your heart skipped. San and Seungcheol were supposed to be at the gym downtown tonight. Thatâs what theyâd texted in the group chat this morning. "Heading out for legs and back, donât wait up." Yet the sounds were clearly coming from the spare room you three had converted into a home gym six months ago.
Curiosity tugged at you stronger than exhaustion. You kicked off your heels by the door, leaving them in a small heap and padded silently down the hallway in your stockings. The gym door was ajar, just a few inches, enough for a slice of warm light and the scent of sweat to escape. You shouldnât peek. You knew you shouldnât. But the pull was magnetic.
You stopped just outside, pressing your back to the wall and tilted your head to look through the gap.
The sight hit you like a physical force. San hung from the pull-up bar, back facing you, muscles rippling under golden skin as he lifted his entire body with controlled power. His black workout shorts rode low on his hips, revealing the deep dimples at the base of his spine and the sculpted curve of his ass. Every rep made his lats flare wide, traps and deltoids bunching into sharp definition. Sweat traced glistening paths down his spine, catching the light. When he lowered himself, you could see the way his biceps and forearms corded, veins prominent from the pump.
A few feet away, Seungcheol lay on the bench press, unracking the bar with a low exhale. His chest and shoulders were massive, stretching the limits of his already tight skin. The gray tank top he wore was soaked through, clinging to every ridge of his abs as he pressed the heavy weight up. His thighs, thick and powerful in black compression shorts, planted firmly on the floor for stability. Each press came with a deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight through your core.
They were beautiful. Lethally so.
Youâd lived with them for over a year now, three roommates who somehow made cohabitation feel effortless. San, with his playful energy and mischievous smiles, always teasing you about your coffee addiction. Seungcheol, the steady, protective type, who made sure the bills were paid on time and cooked protein-heavy dinners that somehow always included your favorites. Youâd crushed on them individually in secret, then together in guilty fantasies you never dared voice. But seeing them like this: raw, primal, bodies honed by hours of discipline, ignited something fierce and immediate.
Heat bloomed low in your belly. Your thighs pressed together instinctively as you watched San drop from the bar and shake out his arms, chest heaving. He turned slightly, giving you a profile view of his abs contracting with each breath. Seungcheol sat up on the bench, wiping his face with the hem of his tank before peeling it off entirely, revealing miles of smooth, sweat-slicked muscle.
You bit your lip hard. Your nipples tightened against the lace of your bra and a slick warmth gathered between your legs. This was dangerous. You needed to back away, go to your room, pretend youâd seen nothing. But your feet stayed rooted, eyes devouring every detail: the way Sanâs hand casually adjusted himself in his shorts, the flex of Seungcheolâs biceps as he reached for his water bottle, the low conversation they shared about increasing weights next set.
San laughed at something Seungcheol said, the sound rich and carefree and it sent another pulse of arousal through you. You imagined those hands on your skin, those voices murmuring your name in darker tones.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped your throat. You froze. Neither man looked toward the door. The music, something heavy with bass, probably covered it. Still, panic and need warred inside you. You backed away slowly, heart hammering and slipped into your bedroom at the end of the hall. The door clicked shut behind you. You locked it with trembling fingers.
The room felt too warm. You leaned against the door for a moment, eyes closed, trying to steady your breathing. It didnât work. The images were burned behind your eyelids: Sanâs back, Seungcheolâs chest, the sheen of sweat, the raw power. Your hand drifted down before you could stop it, pressing over your skirt against the ache between your thighs.
"Fuck" you whispered.
You kicked off your stockings and skirt, leaving them pooled on the floor. Your blouse followed, then your bra. Clad only in damp panties, you climbed onto your bed and lay back against the pillows. The apartmentâs sounds were muffled here, but you could still faintly hear the music and occasional clank. They were still working out. They wouldnât be done for a while. You were safe.
Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. You were soaked already, fingers gliding easily over your swollen clit. A sharp gasp left you as you circled it slowly at first, teasing. In your mind, it wasnât your hand.
It was Sanâs.
You pictured him fresh from the pull-up bar, kneeling between your spread thighs, sweat still dripping from his hair onto your stomach as his skilled fingers worked you open. "Been thinking about this, havenât you?" his voice would rumble, dark and teasing like when he joked around the kitchen island. Two thick fingers would push inside you while his thumb pressed perfect circles on your clit.
Your own fingers mimicked the fantasy, dipping lower to slide one, then two inside your aching pussy. You moaned softly, hips rolling up to meet your hand.
Seungcheol appeared in the daydream next, standing behind San, watching with that intense gaze of his. Heâd grip Sanâs shoulder, then reach for you, large palm covering your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough to make you cry out. "So pretty when youâre desperate" heâd murmur, voice low and commanding, the same tone he used when organizing their workout schedules or settling apartment disputes.
You added a third finger, stretching yourself, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your other hand moved to your chest, rolling a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure coiled tighter in your core. You imagined them both shirtless still, bodies pressed close, taking turns tasting you. Sanâs tongue replacing your fingers: eager, almost playful, licking broad stripes before sucking your clit between his lips. Seungcheol kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans while his hand guided Sanâs head.
"Oh godâŚ" The words slipped out louder than intended. You turned your face into the pillow to muffle the next moan as you pumped your fingers faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside.
The fantasy shifted. Now Seungcheol was between your legs, his massive shoulders holding your thighs apart while San knelt beside you, feeding his cock past your lips. Youâd seen the outline of them both through their shorts enough times to imagine accurately: thick, heavy, San slightly longer with a slight upward curve, Seungcheol girthy enough to make your jaw ache. You sucked greedily in the daydream, hollowing your cheeks while Seungcheol fucked you with deep, powerful strokes that matched his bench press rhythm.
Your hips bucked off the bed. The coil wound impossibly tight. Sweat beaded on your own skin now, mirroring theirs. You rubbed your clit frantically with the heel of your hand while your fingers thrust deep.
"Come for us" imaginary San whispered against your ear.
That did it.
The orgasm slammed into you hard. Your walls clenched rhythmically around your fingers, thighs trembling violently. A broken cry tore from your throat, muffled by the pillow as wave after wave crashed over you. You kept rubbing through it, drawing it out until it bordered on too much, vision whiting out for a few blissful seconds.
You lay there afterward, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside your pulsing heat. A lazy, satisfied smile curved your lips. The guilt was there, faint but present: youâd just gotten off hard to your roommates, but the relief outweighed it. Theyâd never know. They were still in the gym, probably finishing up their sets, completely oblivious.
Or so you thought.
Unbeknownst to you, the music had stopped a minute earlier. The gym door had been left wider than you realized when you first peeked. And the large mirror on the opposite wall had given both men a perfect, unobstructed view of you hurrying down the hall, flushed and distracted, right after theyâd spotted your reflection watching them.
They hadnât followed immediately. Theyâd finished their workout in charged silence, exchanging heavy looks but saying little. The air between them crackled with new possibility.
In your room, you finally withdrew your hand, and reached for your phone to check the time. Still early. Plenty of time to shower and act normal.
The living room lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow when you finally emerged from your room, freshly showered and dressed in an oversized hoodie and soft shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp and youâd tried to compose yourself: neutral expression, casual demeanor, as if you hadnât spent the better part of an hour replaying the image of your shirtless roommates while fingering yourself to completion. The apartment smelled faintly of the stir-fry Seungcheol had apparently thrown together while you were hiding. Music played low from the television: some R&B playlist they both liked.
San and Seungcheol were already on the sectional couch. San lounged in the corner, legs spread comfortably in gray sweatpants and a black tank top that did little to hide the definition of his shoulders. Seungcheol sat more upright on the other end, wearing a loose white tee and black shorts, one arm draped along the back of the couch. They both looked relaxed. Too relaxed.
You hesitated in the doorway. Something in the air felt charged, heavier than usual.
"Hey" you said, aiming for normalcy as you padded toward the kitchen island. "Smells good. You guys ate already?"
Seungcheolâs deep voice answered first. "Saved you a plate. Itâs in the microwave." His tone was calm, almost too even. "Come sit with us first."
Your stomach flipped. You glanced at San. He was watching you with those sharp, cat-like eyes, the corner of his mouth curved in a small, knowing smile. Not his usual playful one. This one carried heat.
You grabbed a water bottle instead of the food and slowly walked over, perching on the middle cushion between them. The couch felt smaller than usual. Their body heat radiated toward you: Sanâs leg brushing yours, Seungcheolâs arm still stretched behind your shoulders.
For a minute, the three of you watched the muted music video on screen. The silence stretched.
Then Seungcheol spoke. "We saw you watching us earlier."
Your heart slammed against your ribs. The water bottle nearly slipped from your fingers. You turned your head toward him, eyes wide. "What?"
San shifted closer on your other side, his knee pressing firmly against yours now. "In the gym. Door was open. You stood there for a while." His voice was low, almost a purr. "Could see how you were looking at us."
Heat flooded your face instantly. Embarrassment burned down your neck and across your chest. You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words died when Seungcheol continued. "And then we saw you go to your room." He leaned in slightly, his presence overwhelming. "Heard you too. The walls arenât that thick, baby."
Baby. The pet name landed like a spark on dry tinder. You wanted the couch to swallow you whole. Your mind raced through excuses, maybe they were mistaken, maybe it was something else, but the evidence was damning. Youâd been loud. Youâd been desperate.
"I⌠I didnât know you were home" you whispered, voice cracking. "You said you were going to the gym downtown. I came back early an..."
Sanâs hand landed gently on your thigh, just above your knee. Warm. Steady. "We changed plans. Decided to use the home gym instead." His thumb stroked a slow circle on your skin. "Didnât expect to catch you staring like that. Like you wanted to eat us alive."
You squeezed your eyes shut, mortified. "God, this is so embarrassing. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have...Iâll justâŚ"
Seungcheolâs fingers brushed the back of your neck, sliding into your damp hair. He turned your face toward him. His gaze was dark, intense, but not angry. Hungry. "Donât apologize. Weâre not mad."
Sanâs hand slid higher up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your shorts just an inch. "Weâve been wanting you for months, you know. Both of us. Tried to keep it respectful since weâre roommates, but fuck⌠hearing you moan like that?" He exhaled sharply. "Nearly lost it right there in the gym."
Your breath hitched. This couldnât be real. Youâd fantasized about this exact scenario earlier today and now it was unfolding in the living room. "You⌠both of you?"
Seungcheol nodded, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Both of us. Weâve talked about it. A lot." He leaned in until his lips were inches from yours. "Question is⌠do you want this? Want us?"
The air felt electric. Your pulse thundered in your ears. Every rational thought screamed that this could complicate the roommate dynamic beyond repair. But your body, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, still aching for more, overruled everything.
"Yes" you breathed. "I want you. Both of you."
The words barely left your lips before Seungcheol closed the distance. His kiss was firm, commanding, lips warm and sure as they moved against yours. One large hand cupped your cheek while the other stayed tangled in your hair. He tasted like the mint from his post-workout drink and when his tongue swept into your mouth you moaned softly, melting into him.
San didnât stay idle. His mouth found the side of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin while his hand boldly slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of your panties. "So fucking pretty" he murmured against your pulse point. "Been thinking about this for so long."
Seungcheol pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath, then San turned your face toward him and claimed your mouth in a deeper, more playful kiss. His tongue teased yours, coaxing you into a rhythm that made your toes curl. While he kissed you, Seungcheolâs hands roamed, sliding under your hoodie, palms broad and warm against your bare waist, thumbs stroking the undersides of your breasts.
You whimpered into Sanâs mouth when Seungcheol pinched one nipple lightly.
"Bedroom?" San asked against your lips, voice husky.
"Too far" Seungcheol answered. "Couch is fine tonight."
They moved with practiced coordination, as if theyâd imagined this together many times. Your hoodie came off first, tossed aside. San peeled your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion. Suddenly you were naked between them, skin flushed and breathing ragged. They drank in the sight of you, Sanâs eyes dark with lust, Seungcheolâs jaw clenched with restraint.
"Beautiful" Seungcheol murmured. He guided you to lie back against the cushions, spreading your thighs. San settled between them first, pressing open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh. When his tongue dragged slowly through your folds, you cried out, back arching.
"Already so wet" San groaned, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He licked you with enthusiasm: broad, flat strokes followed by focused flicks on your clit, then dipping inside you. Two fingers joined soon after, curling perfectly while he sucked your clit between his lips.
Seungcheol knelt beside your head, stroking your hair. He pulled his shirt off, revealing the powerful chest youâd watched earlier. "Open for me, baby." You turned your head eagerly, taking his thick cock into your mouth as he freed it from his shorts. He was heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper while San devoured your pussy.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. Pleasure built fast: Sanâs talented mouth and fingers driving you toward the edge while Seungcheol fucked your mouth in shallow, controlled thrusts, praising you in that low, steady voice.
"Thatâs it⌠taking us so well. Look at you, our pretty roommate."
You came hard the first time with Sanâs fingers buried deep and his tongue relentless on your clit. Your moan vibrated around Seungcheolâs cock, making him groan and thrust a little deeper.
They switched after that. Seungcheol took his turn between your legs, his shoulders holding your thighs wide as he ate you with more intensity: long, deep licks and powerful suction that had you shaking. San knelt by your head, feeding you his cock. He was longer, curved and he tangled his fingers in your hair, moaning your name as you sucked him eagerly.
"Fuck, your mouth feels even better than I imagined" San panted.
You lost track of how many times they brought you to the edge. They were patient, thorough, worshipping every inch of you with hands and mouths until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, begging incoherently.
"Please⌠need you inside me" you finally gasped when Seungcheol pulled back from your clit, lips shiny with your arousal.
They didnât make you wait long.
San sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, facing away from him. You sank down onto his cock slowly, moaning loudly at the stretch. He was thick enough to make your eyes water in the best way. Once fully seated, he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your shoulder. "Good girl. Feel so perfect."
Seungcheol stood in front of you, stroking himself as he watched you ride San for a minute. Then he stepped closer, guiding his cock back into your mouth. You were completely filled: San thrusting up into your pussy while Seungcheol fucked your throat in sync. Their hands roamed everywhere: Sanâs fingers on your clit, Seungcheolâs on your breasts, both of them groaning praises and filthy words that made your head spin.
The pace quickened. Sanâs hips snapped up harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. Seungcheolâs hand tightened gently in your hair. The sounds in the living room were obscene: skin slapping skin, wet slurping, your muffled moans, their deep grunts.
You came again like that, clamped around Sanâs cock while Seungcheol was buried in your mouth. The orgasm tore through you violently, vision blurring, body shaking between them.
San followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken moan of your name. Seungcheol pulled out of your mouth and stroked himself fast, painting your chest and breasts with hot streaks of cum moments later.
For a long minute, the only sounds were heavy breathing and the low music still playing from the TV.
They took care of you immediately. San lifted you gently off his lap and laid you down on the couch while Seungcheol disappeared to the bathroom, returning with warm, damp towels. They cleaned you thoroughly: soft touches, gentle kisses on your thighs, your stomach, your forehead. San fetched you a fresh hoodie (his own, smelling like him) while Seungcheol brought water and a small plate of the stir-fry.
You ended up curled between them again, this time under a soft blanket. Sanâs arm was around your waist, Seungcheolâs fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh.
"SoâŚ" you started, voice hoarse but content. "Roommates with benefits?"
Seungcheol chuckled, deep and warm. "More than that. Weâve wanted this for a long time. Not just sex."
San nuzzled into your neck. "Weâre yours. Youâre ours. Weâll figure out the details tomorrow. Tonight, just stay here with us."
You smiled, exhaustion and satisfaction settling deep in your bones. As their warmth surrounded you and the TV flickered softly, you let yourself relax completely between the two men who had just ruined you for anyone else. The new dynamic as roommates was definitely, blissfully, changed for good.
Bonus: me when i read that request with that crossover sent from heaven
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There will be a part 2 of cold as snow! I'll see when i can write it. Maybe to be posted in 2 weeks!
