littlefireball

[littlefireball]

ᴏᴛ8|[ꜰ]|ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ

Warning: none Word counts: 816 Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

Squirrel Hybrid! Hongjoong, who tends to be grumpy and a bit mean, especially loves to nag and complain about how you're always darting around like a hyper little fluffy ball. But he never really intends to blame or scold you. He just watches you run or chase butterflies with a fond smile, shaking his head. If he happens to say something too harshly, he'll feel bad and leave some pine nuts or peanuts at your door as a way to make it up to you.

Bunny Hybrid! Seonghwa is so caring and gentle. He loves to buy all sorts of brushes to keep your fur clean and neat. He'll look up tips on YouTube or Google to learn the best ways to care for your fur. While holding the base of your tail, he brushes from the bottom to the top, gently working out any knots and checking for any peanuts you might have hidden in your tail. If Hongjoong gives you a hard time, you'll quickly seek out Seonghwa for some comfort. He'll just laugh a bit and let you vent, gently stroking your fur to help you relax, and before you know it, you're feeling better.

Golden retriever Hybrid! Yunho, your big bro, is all about playing and teasing every single day. You both hit the park together, chasing after everything—balls, frisbees, and even each other's tails! He'll sneak up behind you and sweep your paw, causing you to tumble over, and then you'll be right on his tail trying to give him a little smack. Or there are times when he'll just pin you down with his huge paw, pressing you under him to keep you cozy in his fur. All the struggles are pointless since he's just too big for you. But in the end, you'll cuddle together, using each other as pillows, and drift off to sleep.

Doberman Hybrid! Yeosang, the ultimate softie. Even though Dobermans are seen as tough, he's really quiet and gentle with you. He doesn't mind if you tap his ears or even give them a little nibble. He'll just dodge a bit but never pull away, letting you do whatever you want. Secretly protecting you, he'll keep an eye out for anything that might come your way with bad intentions. And of course, he'll provide you with all sorts of vitamins to ensure you're strong enough to stand up for yourself.

Cat Hybrid! San, who loves to play it cool, wants to show that his little one has a strong brother to look out for them. He's protective, maybe even a bit too much. You can always hear him saying, "be careful, little one," or "don't run too fast." He'll put his hand over your head when you get out of the car, even though you're too small to reach the top. But he only shows his adorable side around you (since others think it's a bit much), and he loves to invite you to a hybrid cafe (in a cute way). Sometimes, you might catch him nuzzling in your bed instead of his own.

Baby Chicken Hybrid! Mingi is as big as Yunho, which makes you question how he can still be a baby. But you totally get it when he flashes those signature puppy dog eyes at a watermelon. He'll vie for the title of princess in the group with you and might even get a bit jealous if he sees you getting too close with Yunho. But honestly, he's pretty easy to make happy (just act cute and share some watermelon) and treats you like his own sister (always taking you out to eat and covering the tab). It's just that sometimes his overly rational comments can sting a bit.

Black Cat Hybrid! Wooyoung is super clingy and loves sneaking into your room to mess around with your blankets or toys. That means you always end up smelling like him. He enjoys licking your fur and seizes every chance to give you kisses and playful nibbles, claiming he's into your pheromones. He tends to vanish at night, and you've heard he goes out biking along the Han River. You'll know all his favorite stuff and the latest happenings because he'll spill everything to you, and you'll just sit there listening quietly while he scratches your ears.

Bear Hybrid! Jongho is just lounging on the bed all day, to the point where you hardly ever see him step out of his room. Is he hibernating? But why is he acting like this in the summer? His room is spacious, yet it's pretty bare, so you love dashing into his room to play (because you can run around). When you get tired, you curl up and nap on his round belly. He's not a fan of skinship, but he puts up with your clinginess, and he secretly enjoys hugging you from behind, even if he won't admit it. He's super strong, so whenever you can't open or twist something, you always go to him first. He loves watching your ears bounce when you run to him (then he'll rub your ears and won't let go).

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴏᴛ8|[ꜰ]|ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ

Warning: none Word counts: 816 Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. Drabble masterlist / 9th member AU

Squirrel Hybrid! Hongjoong, who tends to be grumpy and a bit mean, especially loves to nag and complain about how you're always darting around like a hyper little fluffy ball. But he never really intends to blame or scold you. He just watches you run or chase butterflies with a fond smile, shaking his head. If he happens to say something too harshly, he'll feel bad and leave some pine nuts or peanuts at your door as a way to make it up to you.

Bunny Hybrid! Seonghwa is so caring and gentle. He loves to buy all sorts of brushes to keep your fur clean and neat. He'll look up tips on YouTube or Google to learn the best ways to care for your fur. While holding the base of your tail, he brushes from the bottom to the top, gently working out any knots and checking for any peanuts you might have hidden in your tail. If Hongjoong gives you a hard time, you'll quickly seek out Seonghwa for some comfort. He'll just laugh a bit and let you vent, gently stroking your fur to help you relax, and before you know it, you're feeling better.

Golden retriever Hybrid! Yunho, your big bro, is all about playing and teasing every single day. You both hit the park together, chasing after everything—balls, frisbees, and even each other's tails! He'll sneak up behind you and sweep your paw, causing you to tumble over, and then you'll be right on his tail trying to give him a little smack. Or there are times when he'll just pin you down with his huge paw, pressing you under him to keep you cozy in his fur. All the struggles are pointless since he's just too big for you. But in the end, you'll cuddle together, using each other as pillows, and drift off to sleep.

Doberman Hybrid! Yeosang, the ultimate softie. Even though Dobermans are seen as tough, he's really quiet and gentle with you. He doesn't mind if you tap his ears or even give them a little nibble. He'll just dodge a bit but never pull away, letting you do whatever you want. Secretly protecting you, he'll keep an eye out for anything that might come your way with bad intentions. And of course, he'll provide you with all sorts of vitamins to ensure you're strong enough to stand up for yourself.

Cat Hybrid! San, who loves to play it cool, wants to show that his little one has a strong brother to look out for them. He's protective, maybe even a bit too much. You can always hear him saying, "be careful, little one," or "don't run too fast." He'll put his hand over your head when you get out of the car, even though you're too small to reach the top. But he only shows his adorable side around you (since others think it's a bit much), and he loves to invite you to a hybrid cafe (in a cute way). Sometimes, you might catch him nuzzling in your bed instead of his own.

Baby Chicken Hybrid! Mingi is as big as Yunho, which makes you question how he can still be a baby. But you totally get it when he flashes those signature puppy dog eyes at a watermelon. He'll vie for the title of princess in the group with you and might even get a bit jealous if he sees you getting too close with Yunho. But honestly, he's pretty easy to make happy (just act cute and share some watermelon) and treats you like his own sister (always taking you out to eat and covering the tab). It's just that sometimes his overly rational comments can sting a bit.

Black Cat Hybrid! Wooyoung is super clingy and loves sneaking into your room to mess around with your blankets or toys. That means you always end up smelling like him. He enjoys licking your fur and seizes every chance to give you kisses and playful nibbles, claiming he's into your pheromones. He tends to vanish at night, and you've heard he goes out biking along the Han River. You'll know all his favorite stuff and the latest happenings because he'll spill everything to you, and you'll just sit there listening quietly while he scratches your ears.

Bear Hybrid! Jongho is just lounging on the bed all day, to the point where you hardly ever see him step out of his room. Is he hibernating? But why is he acting like this in the summer? His room is spacious, yet it's pretty bare, so you love dashing into his room to play (because you can run around). When you get tired, you curl up and nap on his round belly. He's not a fan of skinship, but he puts up with your clinginess, and he secretly enjoys hugging you from behind, even if he won't admit it. He's super strong, so whenever you can't open or twist something, you always go to him first. He loves watching your ears bounce when you run to him (then he'll rub your ears and won't let go).

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ꜱʜ|[ᴍ]|ʙɪᴋᴇʀ

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Smut Warning Word count: 608 Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front. Drabble Masterlist

Seonghwa found it hard to say no to your imploring eyes, so he agreed to let you take the wheel of his motorcycle while he settled in the back. It's not that your driving skills are lacking, nor that you have a penchant for racing at breakneck speeds─but the sensation of skin against skin continually tests his self-control.

As the motorcycle roars to life, the engine's low rumble is paired with a gentle vibration. Your body is pressed against his body, your pussy brushing against his half-erect dick. The fierce wind rushed past his lower body, and a sudden chill from his underwear prompts him to mutter a curse under his breath.

He knows. It isn't sweat.

His arms encircle your slender waist, and he can feel your stomach rise and fall rhythmically with each breath─just like when you lie beneath him, his hands resting on your belly, sensing the outline of his dick as it nestles deeply inside your little cunt and slightly rises, tracing the contours of your skin. 

Damn, he can't take it any longer. 

Lifting your shirt, his cool fingertips grazing your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. A smile spreads across his face as he notices your body tense up. He doesn't halt his movements, instead, he inches closer to the edge of your bra, gently tugging at it as if testing its limits.

"Don't." 

This caution, lacking any power, failed to deter his touch; rather, it spurred him on to ascend until it found its way into the cup. His fingers encircled two nipples, swirling and kneading, with his fingertips applying a torturously slow rub. You hold the handlebars firmly, making a concerted effort to focus on the path in front of you.

"Seonghwa…we're on the road."

"I suggest you focus." 

His eager hand slips beneath your panties, rubbing up and down on your sensitive clit through the damp fabric. Even the faintest caress is sufficient to elicit a moan from you, and your hips instinctively push back, seeking the pressure of his erection against your ass.

"You whore…already wet for me even though I barely touch you." His whispers were almost inaudible, yet his touch was enough to quicken your heartbeat, making it impossible to suppress the warmth pooling in your lower core. If this kept up, you would undoubtedly lose control and succumb to your climax---and crash. 

Naturally, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The only thing keeping you upright was the motorcycle stand. You lay half-naked on the fuel tank, the hem of your shirt pulled up to your bra, exposing most of your back adorned with kiss marks, while your trousers lay discarded on the grass beside him.

Seonghwa took you repeatedly on the empty grass. His erect, throbbing tip seemed to be endlessly buried in your slick cunt, your folds stretching around his girth, feeling the pain of being filled. Thick semen had already encircled his veiny shaft due to multiple cumming, coating every inch of you. His balls slapped against your swollen pussy—which you feared was bruised—and the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh drowned out the distant hum of passing cars.

"God...fuck..." The thrill had rendered you nearly incoherent. Beads of sweat trickled from your temple to your chin, mingling with your saliva. He tangled one hand in your hair, pulling you back to arch for him. He lifted his head, greedily gasping for air, relishing the sensation of you moaning and glistening beneath him.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to let you sit in the front.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ꜱʜ|[ᴍ]|ʙɪᴋᴇʀ

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Smut Warning Word count: 608 Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front. Drabble Masterlist

Seonghwa found it hard to say no to your imploring eyes, so he agreed to let you take the wheel of his motorcycle while he settled in the back. It's not that your driving skills are lacking, nor that you have a penchant for racing at breakneck speeds─but the sensation of skin against skin continually tests his self-control.

As the motorcycle roars to life, the engine's low rumble is paired with a gentle vibration. Your body is pressed against his body, your pussy brushing against his half-erect dick. The fierce wind rushed past his lower body, and a sudden chill from his underwear prompts him to mutter a curse under his breath.

He knows. It isn't sweat.

His arms encircle your slender waist, and he can feel your stomach rise and fall rhythmically with each breath─just like when you lie beneath him, his hands resting on your belly, sensing the outline of his dick as it nestles deeply inside your little cunt and slightly rises, tracing the contours of your skin. 

Damn, he can't take it any longer. 

Lifting your shirt, his cool fingertips grazing your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. A smile spreads across his face as he notices your body tense up. He doesn't halt his movements, instead, he inches closer to the edge of your bra, gently tugging at it as if testing its limits.

"Don't." 

This caution, lacking any power, failed to deter his touch; rather, it spurred him on to ascend until it found its way into the cup. His fingers encircled two nipples, swirling and kneading, with his fingertips applying a torturously slow rub. You hold the handlebars firmly, making a concerted effort to focus on the path in front of you.

"Seonghwa…we're on the road."

"I suggest you focus." 

His eager hand slips beneath your panties, rubbing up and down on your sensitive clit through the damp fabric. Even the faintest caress is sufficient to elicit a moan from you, and your hips instinctively push back, seeking the pressure of his erection against your ass.

"You whore…already wet for me even though I barely touch you." His whispers were almost inaudible, yet his touch was enough to quicken your heartbeat, making it impossible to suppress the warmth pooling in your lower core. If this kept up, you would undoubtedly lose control and succumb to your climax---and crash. 

Naturally, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The only thing keeping you upright was the motorcycle stand. You lay half-naked on the fuel tank, the hem of your shirt pulled up to your bra, exposing most of your back adorned with kiss marks, while your trousers lay discarded on the grass beside him.

Seonghwa took you repeatedly on the empty grass. His erect, throbbing tip seemed to be endlessly buried in your slick cunt, your folds stretching around his girth, feeling the pain of being filled. Thick semen had already encircled his veiny shaft due to multiple cumming, coating every inch of you. His balls slapped against your swollen pussy—which you feared was bruised—and the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh drowned out the distant hum of passing cars.

"God...fuck..." The thrill had rendered you nearly incoherent. Beads of sweat trickled from your temple to your chin, mingling with your saliva. He tangled one hand in your hair, pulling you back to arch for him. He lifted his head, greedily gasping for air, relishing the sensation of you moaning and glistening beneath him.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to let you sit in the front.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk, @vtyb23

[littlefireball]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Come back for a short while. But disappear again after posting all. The writing style has changed a bit?

7/6 [M] Biker 

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front, right? 

7/12 [F] You are all Hybrids 

ATEEZ OT8 x 9th member f!reader Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. 

7/18 [M] First Kiss On Your Lips

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.  

7/24 [M] [ABO] Breeding 

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are. 

7/30 [F] Double Jump

Part 2 of Lock screen password  Wooyoung x 9th member f!reader Summary: Are you afraid of bungee jumping alone? It doesn't matter, Wooyoung will jump with you. 

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[littlefireball]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Come back for a short while. But disappear again after posting all. The writing style has changed a bit?

7/6 [M] Biker 

Biker Seonghwa x Biker Reader Summary: It may not be the best choice to allow you to sit in the front, right? 

7/12 [F] You are all Hybrids 

ATEEZ OT8 x 9th member f!reader Summary: That's how they take care of their little one. 

7/18 [M] First Kiss On Your Lips

Doberman Hybrid!Yeosang x 9th member fox hybrid f!reader Summary: Not the lips on your face but another.  

7/24 [M] [ABO] Breeding 

Big! Alpha Mingi x Omega Virgin Reader Summary: Mingi needs an omega to breed and here you are. 

7/30 [F] Double Jump

Part 2 of Lock screen password  Wooyoung x 9th member f!reader Summary: Are you afraid of bungee jumping alone? It doesn't matter, Wooyoung will jump with you. 

Main list

[littlefireball]

Dear all,

Lately, nothing much has been going on, and I've really lost my motivation to write. I think it's time to call it quits. I've faced this kind of thing before, but it feels different this time. After a lot of thinking, I've made up my mind to stop writing for now.

I really feel the ups and downs when it comes to my writing, and I often worry about what others think of my fics. Publishing something feels like a bit of a nightmare for me because I'm scared of disappointment and the thought that no one will appreciate my work. There have been so many times I've started writing but couldn't finish because I just felt like no one would care or that my writing wasn't good enough, which made me lose the motivation to continue. I realize this mindset isn't healthy, and I need to work on changing it.

I can't bring myself to delete this account since it holds some memories. So this account will be on hold for a while. I'm not sure if I'll pick up writing again later, but for now, I'm taking a break. I appreciate all the likes, all the reblogs and all the comments! (Hope we'll meet in the future)

By LittleFireBall

[littlefireball]

loser!könig with a high sex drive

can't convince me this man doesn't have an insanely high libido, especially after you took his virginity. this man is always craving sex, whether it be morning, before noon, noon, afternoon, evening, or night, this man is desperate to be between your legs.

he'll plead with you, aching for you to give him just another taste of how sweet you are, broad chest flush against your back as he grinds his hips against your plush rear.

his ears tipped red and flushed, mind going dumb at the slightest touch you'll give him, but it's not enough, mauschen. you're just too sweet, and too giving.

if you reject the poor man, he'll whine and sulk, but ultimately respect your wishes because he was grateful you stuck around after you had first split yourself open on his throbbing, hung cock. most women would've ran away, or gotten too mad at his persistence.

you can't be too mad at him, he doesn't talk with many women, not properly anyways. it's a miracle he even managed to bag you, you sweet thing.

you're so nice when he humps his massive cock against your folds, aching and oozing with precum as he lubes himself with your slick. drool leaking from his lips already onto your shoulder, his paws groping your breasts and his mind already hazy before he even slips his cock into your sweet warmth.

when he does, he cums so hard again, whining against your skin as he hopelessly ruts into your plush rear. he mumbles incoherently about how good you are to him, pleading with you to never leave as he once again shoves his cock deep into your spongy walls, most likely bruising your cervix as he reaches a second orgasm in a matter of thirty seconds. face flushed and sweat dampening his skin as he clings to you, pressing wet, open kisses to your neck. he listens to your sweet mewls as he keeps going, despite the sensitivity, because you deserve to cum for being so patient, schatz, such a sweet girl to such a brutish loser like himself.

[littlefireball]

your friends thinking your boyfriend, König, is actually your pet. you haven’t introduced him to them yet, just offhand comments about, “Oh— it’s getting a little late, I should go home. König probably misses me.”, or, “Oh, König would love this! [pet bowl for his cat]”. they hear you talk about how you have to be back home early, “He gets stressed out if I’m gone too long.”. maybe he’s a big dog breed? a poor thing with separation anxiety. “König fell asleep on my lap last night and I couldn’t get up for, like, two hours.”, your friends nodding along, they know the rules - you don’t get up if your pet falls asleep on you. “He got into my snacks last night. I couldn’t really be mad, his eyes got all wet and sad.”, awe, your pet has killer puppy dog eyes. with a little training your pet shouldn’t get into your food

color them shocked when they ask to see a photo and it’s a behemoth of a man, “Isn’t he cute? We’re going on a walk later.”

[littlefireball]

könig is determined to breed you (p!link)

his pace isn't nice, its straight mean as he pounds his thick, meaty cock into your drooling warmth, desperate to put a baby in your womb. he's not gentle about it either, mind racing and going dumb at the thought, hastily working to make it happen.

your tummy bulges with the way he sheathes his entire bulbous cock in your tight hole, spongy walls constricting around him, feeling every ridge and vein as you hug him tight. his angry, red tip punches against your cervix, ready to spurt his thick load into your sweet cunt.

he knows you'll let him, you'll let him do whatever he wants as he fucks you stupid, jackhammering deeper and deeper with relentless pace. the backs of your thighs reddening and your plush rear bouncing against his hips. his full balls slap against your clit, making you cry out into the bedding, saliva leaking from your lips.

above you, he moans incessantly, pussy-drunk and whipped as he mindlessly humps you, large, rough hands grabbing at your hips, so tight it might bruise.

he mumbles words you can't quite hear, feeling drooling saliva drip from his lips down onto your bare shoulder, running down your back. his jaw is slack, head tilted back and pupils blown.

it doesn't take long for him to fill you full of his seeds, spurting thick ropes of his white, creamy cum to fill your sweet pussy, coating your walls and leaving you full and satisfied. he pulls out to watch it drip out of you, calloused hands pulling your cheeks apart as he watches your slit leak with his release and drip onto the bed. he takes two thick fingers, smearing it across your folds before fucking it back inside you, hoping it takes.

[littlefireball]

Hi! You wanted requests? What about "innocent" Reader making Konig cum in his pants by "innocently" sitting on his lap and wiggling around to get "comfortable" on a car ride. Bumpy road***

you're squeezed into the backseat of a packed suv, the mission debrief droning on as the vehicle rumbles over a rough dirt road. könig's next to you, his massive frame taking up half the seat, thighs spread wide enough that you're practically forced to slide onto his lap to make room. "sorry," you mumble, all soft and shy, trying to sound polite as you wiggle, adjusting yourself to get comfy. you don’t even notice how your hips roll right over his groin, the tight space making every little movement press you closer.

he grunts, low and rough, gloved hands gripping the seat beneath him like he’s trying to anchor himself. "s’fine," he mutters, voice strained, but you feel the way his body tenses, the way his breathing hitches. the road’s uneven, each bump jostling you, making you bounce lightly against him. you’re oblivious, just trying to find a spot that doesn’t feel so cramped, shifting side to side, your soft weight rubbing against him in a slow, unintentional grind.

"this road’s awful," you say with a little laugh, turning your head to glance at him, all innocent eyes and flushed cheeks from the heat of the car. you don’t see how his jaw clenches under the mask, how his eyes squeeze shut for a second. another sharp bump, and you grip his knee for balance, your ass pressing harder into his lap. he lets out a choked sound, barely muffled, and you think he’s just annoyed at the tight space.

but then you feel it—something stiff, twitching under you, unmistakable even through the layers of tactical gear. könig’s hands fly to your hips, gripping hard to stop your movements. "stop… moving," he growls, voice thick, almost desperate. you freeze, confused, tilting your head like you don’t understand why he sounds so wrecked.

"sorry, am i squishing you?" you ask, all sweet concern, shifting just a tiny bit to look at him better, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking up before he can stop himself. his grip tightens, bruising, and you’re still clueless, thinking he’s just uncomfortable. but the road bumps again, hard, and your body jolts with it, dragging you right over the bulge in his pants.

he’s done for. a low, broken groan rumbles out, his whole body locking up as he cums right there, soaking through his pants under you. you blink, feeling the sudden warmth, the way he’s trembling beneath you, and finally put it together. "oh," you gasp, cheeks burning, but you don’t dare move, not with his hands still clamped on your hips, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.

"don’t… say a word," he mutters, voice hoarse, refusing to look at you. you bite your lip, still perched on his lap, the road still bouncing you both as the car rolls on, and you can’t help the tiny, nervous giggle that slips out. innocent, sure, but you’re not that clueless.

[littlefireball]

ᴘᴇʀᴠ! ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ x 9ᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ!ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ(?)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 443~

A/n: recently i love 9th member au so much but there are not that many fics, so i wrote it myself. Inspired by this fic.

9th member AU//Part 2

[In the dorm]

• You're living solo on the top floor of the dorm. He always swings by your place to grab a bite since his fridge is empty. (And he picks the perfect time when you're in the shower.)

• he can sneak into your room and snag the underwear you stashed at the back of the closet, making sure you don't catch him. 

• He even compares his hand to your bra cup, picturing how it would feel to hold your chest fully.

• Buy the same perfume as yours, just so he can spray it on your panties while using it to jerk off.

• Lying on your bed when you are still showering and smelling the fragrance of your pillow (he loves the scent of your hair but he never tells you.)

• Imagining to have sex with you as he holds your pillow tight. (Rubbing it between his thighs :) Oops...)

• Acting as if nothing happened as you walk out from the bathroom. But actually he is eyes fucking you as you just stepped out wrapped in a towel. (who told you to always forget to take your pajamas?

• Of course, there is a secret gallery in his phone that is full of your fancams and photos (almost sexy photos). He can just cum on your panties when watching your fancams.

• Reading him x you smut fanfics and storing all his favourite in his phone. So that he can re-read them again and again.

• Creating a blank account to watch your live stream on Youtube and pop without anyone noticing. 

• Watching him x you compilations on Youtube and Twitter (X). Searching for him x you smut fanarts. 

• He loves to challenge you to arm wrestle (even though you've said no a bunch of times, he drags you to the table anyway). At first, you thought he was just showing off, but it's more than that. He relishes the chance to hold your hand, gently rubbing your palm with his thumb because he loves how soft it feels.

• Staring at you 24/7.

• Caressing your stomach as he teaches you how to sing with your inside voice (Dantian)

One day, while you were tidying up your closet, you noticed that your underwear collection was getting pretty sparse. It struck you as odd since you hadn't tossed out that many. You figured maybe you had stashed some in a different closet and didn't think much of it. So, you picked up a few more pairs and moved all your underwear to another cabinet. 

When Jongho opened your drawer like he usually does, he couldn't find your underwear. Just then, he heard someone say something from behind.

"What are you looking at?Panties thief." 

Oh shit. He fucked up.

Part 2 is here

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi

[littlefireball]

size difference with könig and virgin!reader

he knew it was going to hurt; any man the size of him would reflect that under his belt. any woman, no matter the body count, would be in for it during a night with a brute like him.

but when you came along, doe-eyed and so much smaller than him, something stirred on the bottom of his abdomen. behind the zipper of his jeans, his cock chubbed up at first glance.

he was already huge enough to see the outline of his bulge through his jeans, or whatever cargos, he wore, but his growing erection made it that much more obvious.

he had never been one to notice before, but with you, he couldn't help it. the way he dwarfed you as you stood by his side, your (much) smaller hand completely engulfed by his giant one.

despite the size difference, he was gentle—as gentle as he could be. a brute as big as him with a tiny doll like you—like porcelain, you were going to break. and he was going to be the one to break you.

he ruts his hips against yours, his bulbous tip collecting your slick along his cock. a whimper, or mewl, escaping your throat whenever he grazes your clit. his breathing is heavy, muttered curses and phrases in german under his breath.

"so eine hübsche muschi, nur für mich..." his voice is hushed and low, as if he's talking to himself about how heavenly your puffy lips are against his girthy cock.

he keeps a large hand around the base of his girthy dick, the other planted on the bed, just above your hip as he steadies himself. the bed is dipping heavily with the focused weight.

he finds himself growing impossibly harder at the sounds of your strained squeaks, watching the sweat bead down the side of your face before his eyes find where his cock lays heavy against your sopping cunt.

your thighs slick with arousal and previous climaxes as he had worked you open on his tongue and fingers, his skin glistening under the light. your juices painted his chin, his fingers pruned from being buried deep in your sensitive pussy, desperately swallowed by your spongy walls.

he hummed lowly, almost a groan as his hand around his girthy base slapped his cock against your slick labia, the head of his cock beating against your swollen, hypersensitive clit he'd been toying with all night.

"diese muschi gehört mir, nicht wahr? hmm...?" you knew not what he said, but his tone was smug, cocky as he gave your cunt a few more slaps with his dick, humping his length between your folds.

you were squirming under him, not even fucked by his huge cock yet, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation, teetering along the lines of being too much. but it was just right.

his hand propped on the bed found your waist, stilling you as his hips halted, dragging his tip down your pussy to your leaking slit. evidence of previous orgasms spilled from your hole, "shhh, sei still, mein schatz..." he cooed, a callouses thumb tracing along the soft, supple skin of your waist before digging his fingers into your flesh.

he needed self control as he lined his cock with your hole, teasing along the folds before beginning to split you in half. whimpers falling from your lips at the mere task of just fitting the tip past your entrance.

he groaned loudly at the way your pussy welcomed him, swallowing his bulbous head with a squelch and a tight pulse as he stretched you open. the previous rounds of his finger and tongue doing nothing to aid the sheer stretch of your cunt around his dick.

it hurt like hell as he inched his cock deeper, reveling in the way your face contorted, strangled cries leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes. your face flushing pink as salty trails glistened down your heated cheeks.

it was like you were practically impaling yourself on his thick, meaty cock. your body being split down the middle to accommodate for such space he took up in your cunt, your spongy walls clamping tightly around his dick.

"Scheiße, schatz...du bist so eng..." he cursed, his hand around his girth retracting to his hip.

he watched as his cock sunk deeper past your puffy lips, the way your pussy swallowed him with a sickening, lewd squelch that made his eyes flutter shut. his hips bucked, followed by curses as he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips. speeding up to a comfortable pace.

the skin of your backside quickly flushed red as his pace became more and more relentless—he had told you before he wasn't good with virgins. you assured him you could handle it, and he promised he would try to be gentle. key word, try.

well, he had tried, and failed as his hips desperately rut into your heavenly, slick pussy with lewd sounds of your skin coming together rapidly. his full, heavy balls slapping against your backside with each time his hips pounded into your cunt.

he was a lost cause, muttering incoherent phrases of half-german, half-english. most of what you could pick out was praises to your pussy, how you were made to fit his cock in your tight hole—though you were too cock-drunk, babbling nonsense into moans under him to hear a word he said.

"verdammt, deine muschi ist der himmel, kleines mäuschen..." he praised in a coo, his body now leaning to cover yours, his heavy weight pressing your back further into the mattress, "so verdammt eng und nass..."

his hand on your waist slid down to your stomach, he swore he could feel the skin warp under his calloused prints as his bulbous tip slammed your cervix.

when his eyes finally left where your two body conjoined, up to your pretty face where tears streamed down your cheeks, disheveled hair splayed across the pillow behind your head and matted to your forehead. his eyes fluttered shut as his dick twitched and throbbed against your spongy walls.

your pained cries turned to whimpers and hiccuped moans, hands clawing at his back to pull him impossibly closer in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper.

it wasn't long until you felt another warmth building in your lower abdomen, familiar in feel to the previous, but so much more hammering as it built, and built, and built.

könig could feel how you sunk your nails into his back, as if you feared he would deny you the ecstasy of release. he felt the way your cunt clamped around him, pulsing in sync with your heartbeat—his too.

his hips faltered—he had never finished this quick, but then again, your pussy was like a fucking drug, and he was an addict.

"das ist es...that's it, mauschen..." he whispered breatlhessly into your ear, his heavy, warm breath against your skin as he waited for your release to boil over with his.

he moaned loudly against your sweat, sticky skin, uttering more praises under his breath as he felt his cock twitch. he watched the way your jaw went slack, how your body shuddered under him before going limp, boneless under his weight.

a shuddered breath slipped past his lips as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls a creamy, thick white as he filled you. his eyes fell back to your pussy, watching as he's milked dry of every last bit of his pearly, white cum.

he rubbed a rough thumb over your clit, watching you flinch and squirm from the sensitivity as he kept an eye on how his gooey release oozed from your hole, despite the fact his cock was still plugged inside of you.

he hummed lowly in appreciation as he took two fingers to spread the thick substance to coat your folds.

fuck, maus, you were ruined for anyone else now, guess you're stuck with him.

[littlefireball]

I know you got a Seongwha and Yeosang request for F**k away the pain. But could you do the others too? Ik that is alot. But I'd like to see those

ahh okay 🤣but let me complete it slowly lol (sometimes im out of inspiration TT)

ᴊʜ|ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ (ᴍ)

F**k away the pain series: Yeosang, Seonghwa

ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ x ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ|ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.1ᴋ

What was worse than having period pain?You may say, having menstrual cramps during missions in the harsh winter. Fuck, it was so hurt. Despite the excruciating pain, you maintained your composure and remained dedicated to the task at hand.

Now you two stayed in the wooden house, not far from the enemy's base.

"We have to penetrate the enemy's encampment…"Jongho's calm instructions were lost on you as you traced the infiltration route on the map. The pain was too distracting, and you couldn't focus.

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Jongho's voice broke through your haze, urging you back to the present.

"Huh?What?" you stuttered, feeling embarrassed. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" His brow furrowed, revealing a hint of impatience.

"It's just period pain," you sighed, feeling helpless. The ache surged once more, prompting you to clutch your abdomen, your complexion paling in an instant. "You need to rest," Jongho insisted. "I can handle the mission on my own." "No, I can't let you do that," you protested. "Alright, convince me how you can do it with period pain," Jongho challenged.

You groaned in agony as the pain once again gripped you, feeling as though a sharp blade had sliced through your stomach. He felt a pang of sorrow as he gazed upon your pallid complexion, unable to bring himself to continue speaking harshly.

"But you can't go out in this condition," he stated firmly. The two of you peered out the window. The unforgiving wind and snow raged on, creating a blinding white landscape. "Perhaps once the blizzard subsides, you'll feel better." "Alright." "Don't worry, I'll accompany you on the mission." Jongho hesitated at your words. Oh well, there's no way to carry it out in this weather anyway.

You remained curled up on the sofa, enveloped in the quilt, yearning for warmth to seep into your bones. Alas, the chill persisted, sending shivers down your spine. Perhaps, setting yourself ablaze would be the only solution.

"Still feeling cold?" he inquired. "I'm alright," you replied, attempting to mask your discomfort. "Don't pretend. Let me take care of you," he insisted, draping his coat over your shoulders. His masculine scent enveloped you, causing a fleeting moment of blush to grace your cheeks.

If only you could bask in his fragrance forever.

As he tended to the fire, the flickering flames cast a mesmerizing glow on his handsome features, captivating you entirely. "Do I truly look that handsome?" he teased, catching you off guard with his sudden question, leaving you blushing.

"Who said I am looking at you? I am looking at the fire." You pouted, looking away, not daring to meet his gaze. "Really? I don't mind you falling in love with my face." A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he found your reaction endearing. He took pleasure in teasing others, especially you.

"Feel better now?"You shook your head, the chill still lingering. "Perhaps you should move closer to the fire?" "I would move there if I could." "It's easy." "What?" His arms slid down to your inner knees, lifting you up effortlessly. "See?" He settled you on the ground slowly as if you were fragile goods. "Th─Thank you…" You two were so close, close enough to feel each other breathing. And, you swore that you saw him blush even though it was short-lived.

"Okay, rest well now. I gotta prepare the garment." You nodded in agreement as he ascended the stairs, leaving you in solitude in the parlor. Goodness, he was on the verge of losing composure when he was so near to you. 'Concentrate on the equipment, don't drift off…' He whispered to himself, slowly regaining composure from the recent panic.

Leaning against the wall, you were embraced by the warmth, causing drowsiness to wash over you. The sight returned to the scene of him carrying you in his arms, you could feel his breathing, heart beating, and warmth…Mustering up the courage, you leaned in to kiss his─ wait, why was there a burnt smell? You opened your eyes slowly and found your blanket was burning.

"Jong─Jongho!!" You put out the fire without a second thought, calling out for help. "What happened?" A thud rang as Jongho stormed out of the room, splashing the water in his hand directly on you when he saw the burning blanket. Fortunately, the fire was out but you were all wet.

"Brrrr" A shiver ran down your spine as you sneezed, causing the blood to spill out, leaving you frozen in place. He gazed at you with a sense of helplessness, unable to do anything but let out a heavy sigh. "Damn it…" You felt a wave of embarrassment as you remembered the intimate dream with him. "I'll fetch a towel for you," he said, breaking the silence. The pain once again tortured you since the sneezing and you got colder because of coldness.

Another sneeze escaped your lips, causing you to shudder. My goodness, this was even more severe than the time you laid on the sofa. "You gotta change your clothes. They all wet." he remarked as he assisted you in drying off. "But first you have to leave the fire." As he dragged you, holding your hand, you winced at the sudden twinge of pain, prompting him to halt. "Did I hurt you? But I don't use too much force." His voice tingled with worries. "It seems to be getting worse…" You rested your head on the back of his hand, trying to catch your breath.

"Is that me causing you like this?Oh gosh, sorry." He knelt before you, a look of concern etched on his face. "What can I do for you?" "I need something hot…" "So, you need hot water?Or…?" "No." You grasped his hand just as he was about to fetch the hot water. "It's useless." "Maybe painkillers?" You tightened your hold, pausing for a moment to collect your thoughts before exhaling deeply. "There is a better and faster way to reduce the pain…" "Hm? What?" "Can…can you…ah nothing!" NO WAY!HOW COULD YOU ASK HIM TO FUCK YOU?YOU WERE JUST PARTNERS BUT NOT COUPLES!

"What?Do you need my dick to help you?" He chuckled, thinking it was only a joke. "But what if I say yes." The two of you shared awkward glances in silence, your faces flushed like ripe tomatoes. "Are you serious…?" Jongho murmured, breaking the silence. "I…I'm not kidding…" You trailed off, biting your lips and lowering your head. You were too shy to ask him to fuck you directly.

"Can you take it?I may not be that gentle." he raised your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his own. "Do me a favor." His lips pressed against yours upon hearing your answer, making your eyes widen in surprise. His tongue delicately danced within your mouth, intertwining and caressing each other's essence, as if two flames melting together, burning with passion and burning their souls.

Your kisses intensified again after he unbuckled his belt. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this." He whispered against your skin as he explored every part of you; first your earlobes, then slowly descending, burying deep in your neck, leaving marks with gentle sucking sounds.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, his erect member was deeply buried between your thighs. "Jjong…" He silenced you with a fervent kiss, causing you to gasp for air as if it had been stolen from your very being. The aroma of his presence enveloped you, overwhelming your every sense. "So that's what you mean you need something hot. It's quite hot indeed." You bit his lips as a non-verbal refute, pouting. He must tease you with this joke afterward.

"Oh, an angry kitten." He bit you back before leaning over you. Your head rested on the hard wooden ground and he knelt in front of you, pulling your pants down but he hesitated once he saw the blood. "Hmm…You can stop if you don't want to." You said with covering your face. "Just wait for a second." You could hear him leave and come back within a minute. You thought he just brought you a cup of water and painkillers as he couldn't accept it. But he gripped your thighs and placed the towel under your hips instead of running away.

"I don't want others to find us making love here." You smacked at his thighs slightly as he let out a smirk while a blush creeped up your face. Sometimes you just wanted him to be silent for the whole day. He guided his member that wrapped a condom up to your entrance, leaning over your body to allow you wrapping your legs around his waist. Both of your fingers intertwined as he eased into you slowly.

You threw your head at the back as the weird sensation washed over you. And Jongho, also, being surrounded by hot blood was not that easy to accept. You two stayed still as a non-verbal adjustment;his size was a bit too big for you and your blood made him feel uneasy. But the pleasure started to take over as time flew.

Jongho found he could move in and out effortlessly, not to mention to reach your sensitive spot. "Oh my god. It feels good." He thrusted in a steady and rhythmic peace, hitting all the right places, not to mention his ball snap into your ass every time. Falling his head into your crook of neck, he brought your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders, allowing him to give you a hard thrust over and over again.

The grip on his nape tightened, causing your nail to dig into his skin, leaving clear marks. He hissed at the pain but he found pleasure among this. Slowly, the pleasure took over both of your minds and you two moaned at high-pitched. Locking with your lips again, his tongue seeking entrance with a hint of aggression, a silent declaration of his claim over you.

You moaned in his mouth with each hard thrust of his cock, your whole body trembling from his movement. He became rougher and rougher, slapping into you without mercy. Your wrists were pinned against the cold floor, unable to move. "Jongho…jong…too fast….!" "Just hold on." He fucked you as fast as possible, his pelvis rubbed against your clit each time he bumped into you.

"Fuck it." Jongho let out a deep growl as he was on the edge and you also. A knot was formed in your stomach, urging you to release. You rolled your hips to push yourself closer to him. "Stay still. I'm close." He placed your leg on his shoulder for deeper thrusting, this new angle brought you to the climax. With a few slow but powerful thrusts, both of you came. Instead of pulling out, Jongho leaned over you again to cup your face, making out with you gently.

"Hot enough?" A grin played on his lips after he broke the kiss. "Yah." You caressed his round cheeks, letting out a light chuckle. "Thank you. I love you, jjong." "As a co-worker?" "No." You sat up straight, pulling him into a sudden kiss. "It's a partner." "What?You mean my girlfriend?When did you become my girlfriend?"He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you firmly. "Do you want to be irresponsible?" You replied. "You should be the one who takes responsibility, Y/N. I helped you during your period."

"Then I punish you for being my girlfriend and take responsibility." "Sure." You leaned down to kiss him again.

The snowstorm ceased, and you found yourself in the most exquisite state. Undoubtedly, the task was not overly challenging, and the two of you managed to complete it effortlessly. Unexpectedly, Jongho has become remarkably affectionate and protective since that day. You had always believed he was not particularly fond of physical closeness, yet now he frequently embraces you from behind and carries you around, seemingly fearful that others might not recognize you as his significant other.

"Babe?" He murmured against your ears as he rested his head on your shoulder, his arms sneaking down to your waist. "What?" Your focus was still fixed on the phone. "Are you cold?" "Cold?The heater is 28 degrees." You looked at the heater with confusion, holding his hand to check if he's cold. "You are warmer than me, jjong." "Then it means you need something hot." "Wait─jjong!" Before you could say something, he pounced onto you and took away your phone, claiming you into a hungry kiss.

[littlefireball]

Hongjoong stress reliever. He's producing a song in the hotel during their tour and is stressed because of 'producers block'?'

ʜᴊ|ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (ᴍ)

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ x ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇꜰɪᴛꜱ|ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

Masterlist

You find yourself questioning your decision to accompany them to North America, a place that feels entirely foreign to you. It's puzzling, especially since you're torn about why you continue to follow Hongjoong, despite your desire to end this complicated relationship. Your friendship dates back to high school, and your feelings for him are undeniable. Yet, he seems to sidestep the truth, or perhaps he's completely oblivious to how you truly feel.

There's nothing to scold. You are the one choosing to sign the agreement and offer your body; he isn't coercing you in any way. If you feel the need to assign blame, direct it towards yourself for having such strong feelings for him, even entertaining the fantasy of being his girlfriend.

You know this cannot be real.

A ringtone stops your thinking and you pick up the phone, Hongjoong's nervous voice rings in your ears.

"Y/N, where are you?"

"Cafe."

"Can you come to help me?" You feel a wave of uncertainty wash over you as you muster the strength to turn him down, planning to return home the following day. "Y/N?Are you okay?"

"Hongjoong, I have something to tell you…"

"Maybe after you come to my room? Please?"

"Okay…" With a heavy sigh, you realize that your courage is faltering, yet you resolve to bring this chapter to a close after your encounter with him.

—--

Hongjoong looks at the screen with countless sighs. He is stressful. Producing a song during a tour is more challenging than often, especially because he is tired due to long hours of dancing and singing.

He's in desperate need of a way to unwind, and you're the sole person who can provide that relief. You are his remedy, his entire world. Unbeknownst to him, he craves your soothing presence far more than he acknowledges, mistaking it for nothing more than his dreadful lust. At times, he feels a deep-seated shame for his insatiable urges, often finding solace in the intimacy you share. He never intended to use you, yet he finds himself unable to resist.

"Fuck…it is not good enough. The rhythm is weird…" He murmurs, the anticipation of your return from the café feels like a slow torment. Suddenly, the doorbell chimes, a sound like a beacon of hope, prompting Hongjoong to dash forward and fling the door wide open.

"Y/N, you're here." He pounces onto you without a second thought, making you back off as you lose balance. "Wait, Hongjoong." He silences your words by cupping your face, closing the gap to plant a kiss on your lips. Again, you melt in his kisses, you should push him away though. With a smooth sway, he lays you back against the bed and slides his hand to the hem of your dress, pulling it upward to drop a kiss on your stomach.

"Why so intense, Y/N?" "I…I…oh fuck!" As you are about to tell him to stop, his hand rubs against your clothed clit, moving up and down while giving a hard press on your sensitive spot. "See, you're so wet. Want me to eat you out? Huh?" His finger circles along your curve, tapping your clit before pulling away the hem. His breath pools against your soaked core when he is diving between your thighs, planting a kiss to make you whine.

"Sweet as always." Hongjoong has always been talkative during sex as he loves how you get shy because of his dirty words, or I should say, he is obsessed. His tongue licks from the bottom to the top, making sure to reach everywhere he can find. Everything is too slow for your liking, you need him faster. But before you let out a whimper, he sucks on your bud and taps it with his tongue at a fast pace. "Hongjoong!!" "Feel good?" He whispers against your skin before leaning back, continuing to eat you out like a staved man.

You raise your legs in the air as he pushes your thighs close to your chest, your hands find their way on his hair. His face is almost sunk into your crotch and you can only see his head moving up and down. He leaves a trail of kisses before sucking hard on your bud, making you catch your breath. "Jjong, I can't. Oh fuck." "Just cum on my face, I want to taste you." His words totally make you mess and bring you to the climax, coming on his face even dripping onto the sheet.

Not waiting for you to calm down from the excitement, he is already pulled off his pants and wrapped up a condom. "Good for me, Y/N." He bends down, his lips brushing against yours, inviting you to savor the essence of yourself as his tongue dances in. This kiss transcends mere desire; it is infused with warmth, tenderness, and a sense of peace. As you connect, memories surge forth, illuminating the beauty of shared experiences and treasured times together. In this moment, you find solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of emotions—anger and joy intertwining—proving that your bond has evolved far beyond mere friendship.

He guides his member to your entrance and you moan in his mouth when he eases into you. Stared at a slow pace, he then thrusts faster as your wall drives him crazy. You wall tightens around his cock to pull him deeper, carving him to fill you full. His lips dance down your jaw, caressing your neck and finally resting on your collarbone, relishing the vivid mark he leaves with pride. "Jjong…what if others notice it?" you murmur, a twinge of anxiety creeping in. "It doesn't matter," he asserts, unwavering. "It does matter," you counter. He hesitates, his gaze locking onto yours, confusion flickering in his eyes before he brushes it aside. "Fine then. That's our pact." Yes, a pact—how could you ever forget? It's a stark reminder that the connection between you two hinges on this agreement. If you were to break it, there would be no way to return.

"Jjong…jjong…" He appears to be growing increasingly agitated, quickening his pace and becoming more forceful. Your thighs are drawn up against your chest, firmly held in his grip as he uses them for balance. Clear red marks leaves on your skin, sweating all over the body, you cry out and he fucks you extremely fast. His ball hits your ass each time he roughly shoves into you. "Too…too much…ah…" "Just hold on, I'm close." Hongjoong chases his pace by rapid thrusting, making a long throaty moan flying out from your lips.

"That's what I want, I love your voice, Y/N. Moan louder for me." Your head spins in pleasure but also a slight pain. You obey his words and moan so loud that others must hear when they pass by the room. And Hongjoong, almost reaches his peak, letting a high-pitched and choppy moan while his cock twitching from excitement. "Oh fuck." A throaty moan leaves his lips as he cums, filling the condom full.

"Damn it. I never came that much before." He throws the condom after withdrawing from you, panting heavily. "Thank you." He plants a kiss on your lips, cuddling with you as if seeking for comfort.

"I've always been so stressful when I'm producing songs but now I feel better. I'm so glad you came with me." He murmurs, nuzzling against your neck.

"But what are we? Hongjoong." You turn around to face him, gazing at his confused look. "We fuck, we cuddle, we kiss, and we still are friends?"

"What're you talking about?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, never expecting why you are asking such a question. "Of course, we are friends. Uh…no…we have an agreement…"

"Enough, Hongjoong." Your words cut him off, making him pause. "I want to end this relationship."

"Why so suddenly? Did I do something wrong to hurt you? I can correct it."

"No, no. You did nothing wrong. I just…" You like him, yah. But you are still not brave enough to tell him.

"Nothing. I just want it to end…" Deep down, you yearn for him to hold onto you, but is that even a possibility?

"Okay, then I don't force you." What? His calmness surprised you, or did you have too many expectations for him?

"I won't force you if you don't like it. After all, you are a girl…and it may not be good for you to have such a relationship…"

"Enough." His voice fades into silence as you rise from the bed, urgency propelling you to collect your belongings. "I have to leave," you declare. Before he can fully process your departure, you rush out of the room, avoiding any glance back, sidestepping the temptation of further connection.

"Hey, y/n!"

—-------

The weight of the past has lifted, but fresh burdens are on the horizon. That night, he toiled away, losing himself in his work until dawn broke. It was the only way he could push thoughts of you aside. Though he crafted a beautiful song, the warmth of your relationship turned to ice in an instant. He had expected you to reach out to him within a few days, as you always did, but this time was different. Instead, it felt as if you had vanished from his life entirely. His calls went unanswered, and his messages fell into the void, blocked by you. It was as if you were determined to sever all ties with him.

"What the? Hyung, you said this to her?" Wooyoung almost shouted out. "Shh, don't be too loud." Seonghwa pats his shoulder and reminds him to be quiet.

"So she leaves you without any doubts."

"What?I…"

"Listen to me, hyung. What she wants is for you to ask her to stay but not 'okay, you can leave'." Wooyoung remarks, his pitch becomes higher.

"What?I already said 'you can stay if you're tired' every time, apart from that day..."

"C'mon. Why can't you understand?" Wooyoung is almost bursted out. "She likes you, not as a friend, but a girlfriend, okay?"

"Like me??"

"Can't you feel it?"

"I…" He fumbles over his words, chastising himself for his foolishness in love. Intelligent in many ways, he feels lost when it comes to matters of the heart. "I'm such an idiot, damn it," he mutters, a wave of regret crashing over him as he recalls the hurtful things he said to you that night. The memory stings, knowing it must have driven you to leave for Korea without a moment's hesitation.

"Just go to find her after we go back to Korea." Seonghwa comforts, his voice soft. "Please don't say anything harsh. I don't want to lose my sister-in-law." Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

"Just wait for our wedding drink, you asshole."

—----

Once the tour wrapped up, they returned to Korea, and Hongjoong wasted no time in searching for you the very next morning. As anticipated, you weren't at home, so he made his way to your favorite café. This was the place you always turned to whenever you felt down, where you would order your beloved coffee. It was a comforting constant that had remained unchanged since your high school days.

But what he sees once he steps in the cafe makes him burst out─a man is flirting with you.

"May I…" "No. She is dating me and she doesn't like Americano. It's too bitter for her." Hongjoong's sudden appearance catches you both off guard, leaving you silent in shock and the man walks away.

"Why are you here?" "The tour ends and I come back." He naturally takes a sip from your drink, sitting across from you.

"No. I mean why do you come to the cafe?" You counter.

"I came here to find my girlfriend." He presses the issue, a warm flush rising to your cheeks.

"Then it's not my business." You snatch the coffee from his grasp, deliberately steering clear of his eyes.

"Is that so? But the girl you also know or I should say, you are the one who knows her the most." With a slow, deliberate sweep, you take him in from head to toe before titling your head. "Aren't you curious?"

"No." "But what if the girl's name is Y/N." He holds your hand tight, making you shy even though it is not your first time.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm terrible on that day. I should have found out earlier but not regretted it after you left me." His confession makes tears welling up in your eyes, but that is delightful. "I can't live without you. You are my everything, Y/N. Can you stay with me? Not as a friend but as my girlfriend." Tears drop down as you blink, a small smile plays on your lips.

"But what about the agreement?"

"Fuck the agreement." He cradles your face gently, drawing you in for a fervent kiss. At last, the two of you have embraced the truth of your feelings for one another.

[littlefireball]

ᴡʏ|ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴍ)

ꜱɪʀᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ| ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ

ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪʀᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ:

ꜱɪʀᴇɴ'ꜱ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴʟʏ.ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʟᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ.

"Sirens' beautiful voice is like a heavenly melody, graceful and captivating. Its sound resembles the clear waves from the depths of the sea, like the sound of ripples hitting the rocks, filled with mysterious and charming rhythms.

Every time they sing, it's like a magical spell, intoxicating and mesmerizing. A magical incantation, immersed in false happiness and beauty, constantly wanting to delve deeper into the enchanting melodies.

In the end, sailors who are attracted by the song will lose themselves, allowing their bodies to be swallowed by the dark ocean, disappearing into the endless abyss."

As a crew member read out the contents of the old book, the story described in it shocked all the sailors present, creating an atmosphere of unease in the air.

"Where did you get this book?" you asked curiously, playing with the old pocket watch in your hand, curious about the origin of the water-damaged and dilapidated book.

"I found it randomly, just in that chest." The crew member pointed to a wooden box filled with various books. The books had water stains and were worn out, and the wooden box had faded due to the erosion of seawater, losing its original luster and now only displaying a dull vintage color.

"This is just a scary children's story." You scoffed at these unsubstantiated 'stories,' believing that they were strange fabrications made by people in the past to prevent others from going to sea.

"But captain, this story sounds so real…"

"Have you seen them? We've gone to sea so many times, yet we've never heard those so-called songs."

"I swear I have actually heard them!"

"Then why haven't you died yet?" Irritated by their words, you straightforwardly dismissed their baseless statements, clearly showing impatience on your face.

"If you have so much time here to read stories, why don't you go and find some treasure?" Hearing this, the others immediately got to work, leaving the ancient books on the wooden box.

"Boring."

Your gaze fell upon the ship stranded on the shore. It looked completely dilapidated, covered in weathered marks and worn-out wooden textures. The once magnificent painted exterior of the ship had been eroded and damaged over time, revealing a dull wood color and decayed parts.

Part of the ship's deck and stern had cracked due to long exposure to wind and rain, exposing the inner support structure. The sails were dirty, torn, and useless, with some masts tilting and others even breaking halfway.

As you looked at the scene, thinking about the story of the siren, you couldn't help but wonder if the ship had met its demise because of them. Ha~ how could you have such thoughts when you had just scoffed at those stories earlier? Why do you suddenly believe now? Your own mysterious thought process is quite ridiculous.

"How is that possible?" You mocked your unrealistic thoughts, not dwelling on them further, and continued to search the ship for any remaining treasures. You were the only woman on board, also the highest-ranking captain. Since childhood, you had been 'hunting' with your father at sea, searching stranded ships for supplies or treasures, and sometimes finding unexpected treasures.

However, your mother did not approve of you going to sea, especially after your father died in a sailing accident. She feared that you would end up like him, attacked by sirens and buried at sea. You didn't believe in all this talk about sirens. They were just legends. Maybe in your heart, you still refused to admit the fact that he had died a long time ago, which was why you resist anything related to sirens.

"Reporting, captain. We only found these few pieces of jewelry, no other valuable items." You nodded, instructing them to safely store the treasures they found.

"Board the ship! Prepare to set sail!"

As night falls, the moon hangs brightly in the sky, giving off a fascinating moonlight. The sea breeze blows gently across your face, soothing your body and mind. You sat on the deck and enjoyed the moment of relaxation, admiring the endless horizon in front of you.

"How would you say it would be great if someone could sing?" One crew member lamented."Yeah, it would be better if there were beautiful women dancing here." Another man chimed in, hoping that there were beauties to cheer them up and add a little fun to their boring sea life.

It seems that their wishes have been heard by the God of the Sea. A beautiful tone of music came from nowhere, the unique voice full of power, yet gentle like a soft thread, gently stroking the heartstrings.

"A cold wind blows in my frozen heart, When I lean on a small candle, And hold back my tears" (ATEEZ-be with you)

"Wow!What a beautiful voice."

"Yes! Maybe the God of the sea heard our wish! It goes so well with this beautiful scenery." The crew couldn't help but admire this exquisite female voice, and echoed one after another. All the crew members unconsciously indulged in this heavenly sound.

On the contrary, while listening to the melodious music, instead of being lost in it, your doubts arose. "Where does the female voice come from?" There was only one woman on the ship, and you hadn't been singing, let alone having such a wonderful voice. Driven by curiosity, you couldn't help but explore the truth, but the strange sight in front of you surprised you.

The crew, who had lost consciousness, gradually approached the edge of the ship and jumped into the dark sea uncontrollably. The ghostly hands reaching out from underwater dragged their bodies, making them disappear directly into the abyss.

"What…?" Your heart tightened suddenly, and dark shadows appeared in your vision. You helplessly felt fear devouring you. "Are those sirens?! No!!" Despite the fear, your responsibility as the captain reminded you not to sit idly by. You took out the handgun from your pocket and without hesitation, fired at the monsters emerging from the water's surface. Screams of agony rose and fell, and the nauseating smell of blood made you sick.

"What happened? Why weren't they controlled?" The sirens underwater were puzzled. They had never failed before, and it was impossible for anyone to be immune to their singing… unless…

"Is there a woman?"

"A woman? I never thought there would be a woman as a pirate~" Wooyoung swung his fishtail below and swam from beneath the water to underneath the ship, curious about who fired the gun. Throughout history, sailors have predominantly been men, with only a very small number of women, because humans always believed that the presence of women would bring misfortune to a fleet. That's why most sirens are female, and their songs only have an effect on men. Due to this, there are only a few male sirens, who exist solely for reproduction.

Hearing about the presence of a woman made Wooyoung excited and curious. Since he was born, he had only seen photos of human women from the belongings of stranded crew members, and had never encountered a real woman. Although the sirens grew legs during their breeding season, they were still different from human women. He wanted to know what women were really like.

"Fuck!" The bullets were about to run out, but the enemies were increasing. Continuing like this, you couldn't hold on. You desperately grabbed the sleeves of the crew members who wanted to jump into the sea, preventing them from approaching the edge of the ship. But it's too hard to grab them all; stopping one couldn't stop the others, and you could only watch helplessly as another companion perished.

"What should I do… can I only use the cannon?" You knew that firing the cannon was the only way to escape from this predicament, but it meant killing your own comrades. As you pondered, another voice sounded, but this one was relatively deep, powerful, and magnetic - it was a male voice.

"Everything in this world, Hurts so much by your side, Can I come over? Can I do that? Can I hug you?"

His voice was melodious and enchanting, like a gentle breeze that lightly touched your soul, causing you to completely immerse yourself. The hands that had been gripping the crew members' sleeves became weaker, and in the end, your fist loosened, allowing the crew members to jump into the sea. Your feet uncontrollably walked to the edge of the ship, with empty, lifeless eyes, as if the flame of life had gone out.

Wooyoung had a victorious smile on his face, extending his hands to entice you to jump into the water, but unconsciously, he stared at your beauty and became fascinated. You were bathed in the gentle moonlight, like a graceful and beautiful flower, your long hair floating in the breeze, intoxicating. Wooyoung had never seen such a scene before, and for a moment, he was captivated.

Without a moment's hesitation, you jumped into the water, the sound of the water hitting the surface pulling him back to reality. He quickly held onto your sinking body, his hands grasping your neck tightly, wanting to accelerate your suffocation. But in his mind, the scene from just now flashed again, your elegant posture making him lose focus, and your captain's uniform piqued his curiosity about your story.

What's your name? Why do you become a captain? Why do you appear on a ship? Do you have no webbed? What does it feel like to kiss a human…even have sex?

Curiosity compelled him to let go of his murderous intent and gradually release his hand from your neck. But the merciless seawater had already taken away your breath, and your heartbeat felt weak as if it would stop in the next second.

"No… no…" he cried sadly, not wanting you to die like this. He wanted to know everything about you. His scaled hand gently caressed your face, lifting your chin. Without hesitation, he directly kissed your already pale lips. Anyone kissed by a merman could gain the ability to breathe underwater. Your lips touched lightly, warm and tender. You felt a soft sensation from your lips, and then your whole body seemed to float in the water. Oxygen returned to your lungs, and you could breathe again.

You slowly opened your eyes and found the man in front of you kissing you. Surprised, you wanted to break free but he tightly held your wrists, restraining your movement. He left your lips, pleasantly surprised that you had awakened. He smiled satisfactorily and said, "Let me take you back."

Without waiting for your reaction, he carried you in his arms and swam directly into the distance. You were amazed that you could breathe underwater, feeling the gentle and powerful waves passing through your body, a wonderful sensation you had never experienced before. Unconsciously, you held onto his shoulders, pressing against his chest, feeling the only warmth in this cold seawater.

In no time, the two of you arrived back on the shore. His fish tail transformed into legs the moment it touched the land, and droplets slid along the lines of his legs onto the ground. He gently placed you back on the ground and as he looked at your face again, he became captivated once more. Despite being soaked from head to toe, you still appeared so captivating in his eyes.

"You…" Too much information flooded your mind, making it difficult for you to organize your thoughts at the moment.

"I am Wooyoung." Without hesitation, he told his name, imitating human etiquette and extending his hand towards you.

"Y… Y/N. '' Maybe because your brain wasn't functioning properly yet, you involuntarily said your name and shook his hand, covered in scales.

The soft touch of your hand was different from other sirens. There were no hard scales on it, not even the slippery texture that fish usually have. Moonlight shimmered in your eyes, sparkling like starlight, proud and radiant, incredibly enticing. Once again, he examined your attire with curiosity, his curiosity like a string gently plucked by your mysterious aura, immediately bursting into infinite passion and interest.

Everything about you was like a book full of mystery and puzzles, waiting for him to read one by one. Every action, every detail, every expression of yours fascinated him more and more, making him increasingly captivated and unable to escape. As the nature of a male siren gradually revealed itself, his once innocent curiosity turned into evil desire. He didn't just want to know your name, your experiences, your story, but he wanted to know everything about you, to have you completely.

"You are so beautiful, so stunning." He approached you even closer, bending down to maintain eye level with you. His voice was deep and magnetic, like an ocean far away from the world, full of temptation.

"I want you, Y/N." Without giving you any chance to resist, he once again sang a beautiful melody. His words came slowly, like poetry, beautiful and captivating, irresistibly seductive.

With the sound of the song, you once again lost consciousness, letting him take off your clothes, leaving only your wet underwear. The deep and magnetic voice made you indulge in his temptation, unable to resist.

Your skin, unlike the magnificent scales of a siren, was instead pure and delicate, like smooth porcelain, flawless. Under the effect of moonlight, droplets of water on your skin reflected a faint glow, radiating a charming luster, inviting one to touch.

"Oh god, you are really pretty." He lifted your chin, kissing your lips. Unlike the gentle touch earlier, this kiss hid dangerous desire behind it. Lips slowly sealed together, a warm sensation spreading slowly, the friction between tongues making Wooyoung unable to hide his smile. You also responded to his kiss, sucking on each other's lips, occasionally lightly biting each other's lips, alternating between gentleness and strength.

Your hands involuntarily roamed each other's bodies, feeling the ups and downs of each other's bodies. Fingertips brushed over every inch of skin, igniting a burning desire, embracing each other closely, rubbing against each other. His hand glided over your waist, directly caressing your buttocks, the soft touch driving him crazy, occasionally squeezing; his other hand touched your chest, tracing the contours of your nipples in circles.

Your lips never separated, becoming even more frantic, tongues soothing each other. He extended his tongue directly into your throat, wanting to explore everything about you, to taste all your sweetness.

"Ummmm…" You couldn't help but feel a slight nausea, emitting a muffled sound. But your voice didn't stop Wooyoung, instead making him more intense. To him, you were his siren. His firmness couldn't bear it any longer, he urgently needed to enter your body - to mate, he wanted to mate.

"Ride me." Each of his words held a kind of magic, completely enchanting you. He lay on the damp and uneven ground, the sensation of sharp stones pressed against his back slightly discomforting, but he wanted to watch your body as he fucked you.

"Have a seat, babe." You took off your underwear, aiming for his erect member, slowly sinking down. The initial coolness immediately wrapped in heat as you entered, causing you to let out a captivating moan. As you sat down, the sharp stones beneath Wooyoung's body pressed deeper, leaving red imprints, but that didn't deter his desire to fuck you.

You supported yourself on his shoulders, beginning to bounce up and down. "Oh gosh, it feels so good!" He groaned, feeling his cock reach its deepest point as it touched every inch of your skin. The friction between his shaft and your vagina brought heat that made him more excited. Your wet walls wrapped tightly around his cock, each sucking motion stimulating his sensitive nerves.

"Fuck!" The pleasure beneath him fascinated him, he caressed your body, touching your breasts. Not knowing how to remove the bra, he tore it open from the middle, leaving the cups hanging on either side of your chest, swaying with your movements. He cupped your breasts, feeling their softness, occasionally massaging with his thumb.

"ahh~ahh~" The stimulation all over your body gave you goosebumps, every inch of your body bursting with countless sparks. Wooyoung's touches gave you endless pleasure, awakening all your senses, craving his caress.

"Louder, Y/N. I want to hear your voice."

"Ahhhh~fuck~" You released a scream from your throat, which reverberated against the walls of the cave, echoing throughout. "I can't get enough of you." He sat up straight, once again holding your face, lips tightly intertwined, the passionate kiss filling the air with sparks. Your lips and tongues twined and explored, releasing endless desire and passion.

He pressed down on you directly, this time it was your back against the rough stones, the slight pain making you slightly more awake. "ahh~wooyoung" When his name left your mouth, his entire body felt like it had been electrified, a surge of electricity ran through him, his cock twitching inside you. He had never felt such pleasure before.

"Say my name again, Y/N."

"ummm…Wooyoung." Fuck,he loves your moan so bad. His balls slapped you ass clearly as the speed of his thrusts increased with his excitement. There was no interruption in his thrusts, the tip kept hitting you in the deepest part, sperm kept flowing out and soaking your inner walls. The sounds of wacking and squeaking of water and skin slapping skin are mesmerizing, and your body's temperature continues to rise with no sign of cooling off.

"ahhh~ahhh~ahhh~" The friction from the rubbing of the gravel on your back wakes you up, while the pleasure in your lower body continues to take your mind, the double whammy making you dizzy. Unsure if you're awake or continuing to fall for his seduction, you only want more pleasure to replace the pain, letting out a moan in hopes that the man on top of you will try harder.

As expected, his thrusts quickened in speed, the intensity increasing. You arched your back, moaned, the connection between your bodies became even closer. "You are so fucking tight, different from those female sirens." "Fuck!!"He pulled you up, your skin pressed tightly together as he thrust into you. You also moved back and forth in rhythm, each thrust making you hold your breath.

"Ah! Ah! I am close." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, buried your face in his neck, and screamed, your nails sinking into the palm of your hand, eyes squeezed shut, feeling yourself reaching the edge.

"I am gonna fuck my eggs inside your cunt." He also felt that he was about to climax, all the hot streams rushing to the tip of his shaft, about to overflow. With the maximum force, he thrust forward, after a few more thrusts, all the hot streams were released, and you reached climax in a moan.

His eggs creamed your cunt fully, even dripping onto the ground, the sharp stones beneath you stained with white liquid. He had never experienced such a climax, let alone produced so many eggs.

"That's my best sex ever." He pecked your lips and pulled out of your body. You also regained your composure, breathing not as rapid as before, your mind also becoming clear. You could now clearly see the man's face in front of you, his gaze was as deep and cold as the ocean, as if it could see through you completely; his lips were red,a mole on the lower lip and shaped perfectly, slightly upturned, exuding an enticing smile, but also revealing a dangerous aura.

"Wanna come with me?"

"Where?"

"To the sea, where I belong." He returned to the water, his legs transformed into a fish tail, gracefully floating. His body was slim and strong, his skin fair and smooth like a seashell. Wet hair pushed back, droplets shimmering under the moonlight, emanating an enchanting atmosphere.

The mysterious aura and unique charm that radiated from him made you feel like he was a being from the endless abyss. The ocean boiled because of his charm, creatures dancing around him, as if they had already been captivated by his beauty, praising this beautiful and mysterious existence. This was the most mysterious and seductive treasure that you, as a pirate, had ever pursued in your life.

All the animosity, all the doubts vanished long ago. Now you were completely immersed in the whirlpool called him, unable to wake up.

"Come with me, Y/N." He extended his hand towards you, each word seemed to be immersed in the music flowing in the water, awakening your desires and dreams hidden deep inside you. Without any hesitation, you took his hand, diving into the dark depths of the sea together.

From then on, no one knew the whereabouts of you and the crew - just like your father.

[littlefireball]

ʏʜ|ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ, ꜰ**ᴋ ᴍᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴇ (ᴍ)

ᴇx-ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ᴇx-ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ|ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx(??)|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴋɪɴᴇꜱɪꜱ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ|Part 2

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.2ᴋ

Some kind of rewrite Doctor AU (the previous one is not that good sorry🥲)

"Fuck it…so damn hurt…" As you stirred from your slumber, a jolt of agony shot through your abdomen. Glancing around at the sterile medical apparatus surrounding you, it dawned on you that you were back in the hospital—again. This marked your fifth visit in just a few months. Why, oh why, did your body choose this moment to betray you? The relentless demands of life and the toll of your menstrual cycle had conspired to weaken you further, leaving you feeling more fragile than ever.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room, jolting you from your thoughts. To your utter disbelief, the doctor who entered was your ex-boyfriend, Jeong Yunho.

"Fuck…" You buried your face in your hands, desperately trying to shield yourself from the reality of the situation. All you wanted was to vanish into thin air.

"Miss Y/N, well…" He walked to you, placing down thick documents on the table. "You really need to be careful with your power. Overdoing it can weigh heavily on your spirit," Yunho said, glancing over your health reports with a serious expression.

"I've heard you say that more times than I can count, Dr. Jeong," you replied, exhaling dramatically and rolling your eyes, a hint of annoyance creeping in.

"But you never take it to heart," he countered, setting the reports aside to focus on you. "Look at you—back in the hospital again." He glanced over the medical reports forwarded from various hospitals and couldn't suppress a disapproving shake of his head.

"It's just a bit of dizziness, nothing major," you said nonchalantly, shutting your eyes to escape his piercing gaze.

"That dizziness is a warning sign that your spirit is on the brink," Yunho pressed, his tone firm. "This isn't a joke, Y/N. A severe headache and dizziness indicate you've pushed yourself too far."

"If you continue like this, no matter how much medicine you take, it won't stop the pain." His warning carried a weight that was strikingly different from his usual demeanor. There was no one to blame; no one wanted to heal their ex;it was only natural to feel irritated, especially when his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"I will prescribe some medications. Make sure that you take them daily and please don't OVERUSE your power." He deliberately emphasized his tone, giving you a serious look. "Yes,sir." You helplessly said, pouting.

"Take a rest." He collected his things and made a move to exit, but instead, he concealed himself and peered at you through the window. He knew you so well, fully aware that you wouldn't listen to his pleas.

You let out a frustrated curse as the familiar agony of period pain gripped you once more. The painkillers that had once been your saviors seemed powerless now, leaving you at the mercy of the relentless discomfort. Sitting up straight, you focused your telekinesis to summon a cup for some soothing hot water, but just then, Yunho burst through the door, causing you to startle.

"Did you just forget what I said?" He gazed at the cup suspended in the air, his eyebrow arching in disbelief.

"I… I just want some water. Not… not…overuse my power" You managed a sheepish smile, your words tumbling out in a fluster. He moved closer, snatching the cup and filling it with water before placing it right in front of you. "Just get off the bed and grab some water. It's not that far."

"I would do it if I could." You murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

"Can't you just listen to my words at least once?Or you want to be more painful?" Yunho crossed his arms, saying impatiently, "You've always been like this all the time."

"Does it matter to you?" You countered. "You can just leave me alone and you don't have to do that much. We broke up."

"Listen, I'm your doctor, and you're my patient. This is just how it is, okay?" He let out a weary breath.

The tension in the room seemed to thicken with each passing moment, as if the very air was struggling to bear the weight of the unresolved emotions lingering between the two of you. Yunho's expression and gaze softened as he took a step closer, but there was still a trace of exasperation in his eyes.

"It does matter to me, Y/N," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Even if we're not together anymore, I still care about you. And as your doctor, it's my responsibility to ensure that you're taking care of yourself. Your powers are a gift, but they're also a burden if you don't use them wisely."

You looked down at your hands, avoiding his gaze, feeling a mixture of guilt and frustration. You knew he was right─overusing your power caused your body to almost collapse. Severe menstrual pain was one of proofs, which you didn't have it before.

"I'm trying," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. But the truth was, you were lying to both him and yourself. You clung to the power that had become both your curse and your shield, a double-edged sword that offered strength at a steep cost.

"Y/N, you're not invincible," he said, his voice softening as he reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Your powers are incredible, but they come with a cost. You can't keep sacrificing your health for money or whatever other reasons you might have. You're worth more than that." Yunho's eyes bore the weight of concern as he examined you, his words gentle but firm.

"I'm here for you, Y/N. You're still the person I used to love, even if we're not together anymore. That doesn't change the fact that I want you to be happy and healthy."

You nodded, a smile struggling to break free. Just someone he used to love? Why did that thought sting? Wasn't it the reality? Deep down, you still held onto feelings for him, even if you'd never confess it. The memory of that day he ended things lingered sharply in your mind—"We're not meant to be." He was right; it was a perplexing paradox between you two—he dedicated his life to preserving others, while you were the one who brought them to an end.

That was not what you desired but your family had twisted your power into a tool of manipulation, forcing you to engage in unspeakable deeds—murders, thefts, every crime imaginable staining your hands.

Yunho initially believed he could sway your thought, but he soon realized he was mistaken. You couldn't get rid of your toxic family.

"I'm tired. I wanna take a nap." Sighed, you laid down to the bed, closing your eyes. The conversation had to end; each word echoed the depth of your love for him and the ache that lingered since his departure. You fought back the tears, determined not to let him see your vulnerability.

Yunho stood still instead of leaving. From the instant he laid eyes on you, a deep ache settled in his heart. What has caused your health to deteriorate so drastically? What has your family done to you? A whirlwind of questions swirled in his mind, anchoring him in place. He recognized the absurdity of it all. He was the one who had initiated the breakup, yet here he was, grappling with an overwhelming reluctance to move on. If the break up had never happened, would things have turned out differently? He found himself unable to resist asking.

"Hiss…it's so fucking hurt…" Believing he had already departed, you let out a sharp gasp. You forced yourself to endure, wearing a mask of indifference, while inside, you were battling the period pain. "Why?Why?"

"Are you alright? What's going on?" Yunho's sudden voice surprised you, making your eyes wide open.

"Why are you here?" You startled. "…Nothing…I'm fine."

"Fine?! You look pale, and you say you're fine?" You were silent.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me the truth."

"Can't you just…hiss…" The sharp pain creeped in, causing you to look even more pale.

"It's alright, it's alright," he reassured, gently patting your back, and gradually, the cramping began to ease. "Just tell me what's going on so I can help you."

"How can you possibly help?" you whispered, lowering the blanket to reveal your weary eyes. "The painkillers aren't doing anything…"

"Where does it hurt?" Yunho's voice was tender, but you quickly pulled the blanket back, murmuring, "It's period pain."

"Wait, what?" he replied, confusion etched on his face. "I said it's period pain." You pushed the blanket aside, a pout forming on your lips.

"Hold on. Period pain? But you never had this before. When did it start?"

You thought of the breakup. You wanted to confess, but chose to keep that part to yourself.

"I forget." He knew you lied as he noticed your habit when you were saying something fake. "I can drink some hot water…"

"Do you think it's gonna work?" Yunho cutted off your words with a serious tone. "Drinking hot water is not useful─"

"So what can I do?" You said, your impatience bubbling over. "Please don't say I should ask for your help…" you grumbled quietly, hoping he wouldn't catch your muttering.

"What did you say?" Yunho inquired, while you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I told you not to suggest I ask you to fuck—" You abruptly halted, realizing you were just rambling. A heavy silence enveloped the room, and a deep crimson crept across your cheeks, flooding you with embarrassment.

"Nothing! Just leave my room!" you exclaimed, disregarding the tightness in your stomach as you pushed Yunho out by using your power, slamming the door behind him. You then buried yourself in the embrace of your blanket.

Shit!It's embarrassing!How can you say what you're thinking?!

After a while, a knock echoed through the room. Had Yunho called more doctors? "Come in," you whispered into the blanket, only to discover it was Yunho himself, walking to you with a towel in hand.

"What're you doing?" You asked, watching him to lock the door and close the curtain. "To do what you ask me to do."

"Wait!Wait!Wait!" You sat up straight, urging him to stop unbuckling his coat. "I…I…that's not what I mean." "So, what do you mean?" Gripping your chin, he climbed over the bed.

You struggled to find your voice, stammering as he held you down. Your bodies were pressed together, the heat between you palpable as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your skin, igniting a wave of shyness within you.

"Don't we do it so many times?"

"Shut…shut up."

"Then push me away." He let out a smirk, pinning your hand above your head firmly. "But I know you wouldn't."

"Who…who said…" He stopped your word with a kiss.

"See?You didn't resist at all."

"So…you gonna help me? But don't you hate me? Don't you think we're not a match? Do─"

He stopped your words with a sudden kiss and you melted for it.

"I can't see you suffer. It cuts deep. I believed I could handle it, but the truth is, I can't." Their eyes locked, revealing a shared sorrow that seemed to echo in the silence. "My heart shatters every time I look at you. What has happened to you? What has your family put you through? I regret thinking I could walk away. I just…sorry…please let me make up for you."

Gently brushing your cheek as if seeking your consent, he lowered himself to kiss you once you gave a nod. Perhaps he couldn't articulate the courage behind his actions, but his heart was leading the way. As the kisses grew more passionate, a wave of memories washed over you; bittersweet yet brimming with love.

With your arms encircling his shoulders, you drew him nearer, savoring the softness of his touch as his hands glided down to your lower body. Both of your clothes were thrown anywhere, leaving you both naked making out on the bed.

"Don't be too loud or they will know what we are doing." He whispered, leaving a peck on your lips before placing a towel under your thighs. "You know you're a moaner." You patted his chest playfully, earning a doting smirk from him. But the laugh soon died out as his tip rubbed against your entrance, he couldn't help but hiss when he saw your blood.

"Don't force yourself…I'm okay with it." "No, honey. Just wait for me for a second." He tucked the blanket higher, ensured to shield you both from prying eyes and keep your nudity hidden. Yet, a deeper flush crept across his cheeks as the reality of the moment sank in.

He was fucking his ex-girlfriend in his work place. Oh my goodness! What if his co-worker sees? But they won't find it, right?

"Yunho…?" Your soft whimper pulled him back to reality.

"Yes, honey?"

"Are you okay? You can just stop if you don't want to."

"It's fine, everything's fine." A grin failed to mask his anxiety. His hands quivered slightly as he leaned closer to you. An odd feeling washed over him; the combination of warmth and moisture stirred a sense of discomfort. It was sticky, yet he couldn't deny that it felt strangely pleasurable at the same time.

When he wanted to move, you stopped him by gripping his shoulder tightly. "Please don't move…You're too…too big…Just let me adjust first." It was not your first time but indeed you haven't done this in a long time.

"Tell me if you're okay." He murmured, not sure what to do but just stayed still. "Are you shy?" You tilted your head, finding his ears redden. He blinked several times and avoided your gaze instead of answering, making you let out a chuckle.

"Can you kiss me?" You cupped his face to make eye contact with him, whispering softly. As your request hung in the air, he pressed his lips against yours with a gentle urgency. Tears brimmed in your eyes, cascading down your cheeks like delicate raindrops. Enveloped in the warmth of your kisses, he began to move with excruciating slowness, ensuring you could feel every vein of his cock.

Your toes curled as he hitted your sweet spot without any error; he still remembered your body clearly. His cock rubbed against your tight wall while his pelvis grazed your clit. Breathless, you tilted your head back against the pillow and let out a gasp, feeling him to go deeper as if breaking through your limit. Yet, the sensation was so delightful that it nearly overshadowed the discomfort of menstrual cramps.

He could feel your blood flow out more as he slid deeper each time. Imagine that it was cum but not blood made him feel better, even more excited. It was too good to be so deep inside of you. Your wall kept squeezing and sucking him in, giving him a wave of pleasure. Guided by his desire, he left your legs up to fold you as a mating press, gripping your thighs as a support, drawing his hips backward before shoving into your soaked cunt.

"Yu…yunho…" Choppy moaning and the skin slapping sound mixed in the room, urging both of you to lose in this love making. "Don't be too loud." He pressed his lips against yours to muffle your groan, only a soft whine left your tongue as he fucked you rougher and rougher.

"Shit, I think I can't last long." Parting from your lips, he sat up straight and settled his hands on your waist, moving you back and forth roughly to chase his high. "Yu…yu…ahh…fuck!" "Call me like this again, honey." "Yuyu, please…" The bed trembled fiercely, the vibrations nearly overpowering your soft cries. Your fingers turned pale as they clutched the pillow tightly, a tight knot twisting in your stomach.

Of course, he knew you were on your limit, and he was either. His cock twitched each time his tip battered your spot, all the heat rushed to it. "Cum for me, honey. Let me feel you again." His words pushed you to the edge and came hard, dripping on the towel. "Goodness, you squirted. Feel that good?" His thrusts lost his rhythm as he lifted his head up, then cumming all in the condom with a long-throaty moan.

Breathing hard, he fell against you, pressing his lips to yours. "Do you feel okay now?" "Yeah…thank you." He tenderly brushed your hair back, his fingers gliding over your flushed cheek. "I was afraid we might never see each other again." You whispered. "Yet here we are." He grasped your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it, his voice as soothing as it was before your relationship began.

"I think…I still love you." Yunho admitted, causing tears to shimmer in your eyes. "I feel the same way. But…" The shadows of your past loomed over you, a relentless specter. You were terrified, terrified of reliving the heartache. "It's alright, Y/N. Take all the time you need." He understood your fears, resolute in his patience, choosing to let things unfold naturally. You nodded, enjoying the solace in his embrace.

Thanks to his treatment and care, you soon could be discharged from the hospital.

"Please don't overuse your power again. I really don't want to see you in the hospital," Yunho repeated, concern etched on his face.

"Can you cut down on the lecture?" You rolled your eyes, a light laugh escaping your lips. "Honestly, you sound just like my mom."

"What? I'm just looking out for you," Yunho shot back. "You act like a little kid who refuses to grow up."

"A kid? I'm a grown woman! I can handle myself just fine." "Then you won't be at the hospital every week." You pouted, crossing your arms. "Anyway, I have to go. Bye!" As you turned to leave, he called out to you.

"Hey, y/n."

"What?"

"Here." Yunho pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, revealing his phone number.

"Your number?" You tilted your head, intrigued.

"Yep. I changed it. Call me if you ever need anything."

"Thanks!" A smile spread across your face, warmed by his gesture. "But I'm not looking for a mom." Yunho's smile faltered at your words, uncertainty creeping in.

"Kidding." You teased, finding his reaction endearing.

"You should make up for me then." he said, stepping closer and lowering himself to meet your gaze.

"Why?"

"Cuz you hurt me." He pouted, looking so adorable. You suddenly gave a peck on his cheek, making heat rush to your cheeks.

"I gotta go now."

"See you then." He gently ruffled your hair, a smile lingering on his lips. "Don't hesitate to call." You nodded, turning to leave.

Perhaps the fog of yesterday will gradually lift, yet you still require just a bit more, only a touch more time. But never mind because Yunho will wait for you. He would never lose you again, never.

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