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smileysuh · 10 months

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Sunday Sinner

🌙 staring. Mark & Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

tw/cw. threesomes, inexperienced!Mark, fingering, blow jobs, deep throating, pussy eating, spit roasting, voyeurism, lots of masturbation (especially in the shower), Hyuck has a dirty mouth, sin sin sin, unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, kink for being 'full', religious contention, Mark gets hard during Sunday Service, Mark getting outed as low key virgin, proposition, Mark uses a cross necklace in sinful ways, praise, slight degradation, inklings of corruption kink, squirting, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel. (Mark's) church boy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.6k

🍭 aus.frat/uni au, soccer player au, church/inexperienced!Mark, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I've wanted to do a fic about Mark being Christain for a while, but I wanted to make one that was still respectful. This idea popped into my head, and I think it turned out really well :) it's only slight blasphemy.

There’s nothing like a frat party after a big win for the university soccer team. Even though Mark doesn’t really drink, and he’s never smoked a joint in his entire life, it’s nice to be surrounded by happy energy.

His team always laughs at him when he notes how celebrations can feel almost church-like, but the indescribable buzz that fills the entire frat is familiar to the man who’s been going to Sunday Services his entire life.

Mark likes seeing familiar faces, and if he hadn’t been raised in a very big family type of system, he’s not so sure he’d be this okay with crowds, or the number of people who reach out to pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand in congratulations for scoring the winning goal.

It had been a great game, and when Mark’s ball had sunk into the top left corner of the net, he’d run to the side lines to fall to his knees and make the sign of the cross, grabbing at the religious pendant around his neck to kiss it. People have always made fun of him for this tradition of his, but nothing will ever stop him from thanking God - his God - for the fortune life has brought him.

Even now, the necklace is securely around his throat, the cross resting just below his shirt. The cool metal brushes by his skin when he moves through the frat house, a constant reminder of his faith.

Something is drawing him outside, and Mark has always been someone who leans into the feelings he can’t put his finger on. It’s something like divine guidance, and Mark exits the frat to step onto the back patio, where his friends are in a circle around a fire.

It smells like weed, something Mark hadn’t liked at first, but it’s now a scent he’s used to, and he heads over to stand next to his roommate.

Lee Donghyuck and Mark have been friends since high school, where a few ‘less woke’ teachers had assumed - because of their shared last name - that two were cousins, or something of the sort. They’d always been put in group projects together. At first, Hyuck had been too much for Mark to handle, but over the years, he’s come to like the chaotic energy of his closest friend, despite all their differences, mainly, their disagreements on religion.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Hyuck bellows, throwing his arm around Mark to pull him tight to his hoodie covered side, which reeks of marijuana.

“Church boy Mark!” Yuta grins from across the circle, raising his beer in a mock toast to the man who had won them their soccer game.

“Can he even be here?” a bitchy foreign exchange student from Thailand asks, earning a shove from Mark’s frat ‘big’ Johnny.

“Of course he can be here,” the man from Chicago laughs.

“I just mean-” Ten is quick to correct himself, “we’re playing Never Have I Ever. Are we sure this is suitable for him?”

“Mark plays games,” Hyuck insists, but Mark’s not so sure about this one.

“He doesn’t even have a drink,” Ten notes, looking Mark up and down.

“Someone get him something,” Hyuck says, snapping his fingers at one of their pledges. “One of the iced tea mixes, the low percent ones-”

“Hyuck-” Mark sighs.

“Trust me,” Hyuck assures him, “you hardly do anything with your life, it’s not like you’ll have to drink that much.”

Mark still doesn’t feel too enthused about joining the game, but he supposes his heart led him out here for one reason or another, so he accepts the hard iced tea can Jisung hands him. His eyes immediately scan it for the alcohol content, and he sighs. “This is the same as beer.”

“Come on, church boy,” Hyuck groans. “You’ll only have like three sips, max. Watch-” without waiting for Mark to agree, Hyuck is addressing the circle again. “Never have I ever sucked cock.”

The girls in the vicinity all make sounds of annoyance, raising their drinks to their lips. In the periphery, Yuta also sips his beer, and after a moment and a groan, so does Ten.

“See!?” Hyuck squeezes Mark’s shoulder. “You’re already zero for one.”

“That was a low blow, Hyuck,” your voice draws Mark’s attention. You’re standing on the other side of his best friend, which shouldn’t be that big of a surprise, seeing as you’re Hyuck’s fuck buddy.

Mark takes a moment to assess you while Hyuck rolls his eyes and defends himself. The church goer has always thought you were pretty, and you’re smart too, much too smart for the crazy gemini he has as a roommate.

“Two can play that game,” you warn, raising your voice to announce, “Never have I ever eaten pussy.”

Mark’s skin prickles, panic washing over him as every man around the fire - and even a few girls - drink. The church boy can feel his grip on his can shaking slightly, and for a brief moment he considers having a swig of the hard iced tea just to protect himself, but, well… it would be a lie. And if there’s one thing Mark Lee doesn’t do, it’s lie.

Mark can feel eyes on him as he downcasts his gaze to the ground. His skin is heating with embarrassment, and he just prays to God no one makes a big deal out of this-

“You’ve never eaten pussy?” Jeno yells, and Mark just knows the question is directed at him.

He looks up, lips parting at the shock of being put on the spot.

“Wait, you guys haven’t heard the church camp story?” Hyuck asks, and now Mark’s really panicking. But it’s too late to stop his loose lipped roomie, who is already diving into Mark’s past for the whole circle to hear. “This one time, he fucked a girl at church camp, and a Jesus picture fell off the wall, so he hasn’t even touched a girl since then.”

A few people laugh, and while Mark can understand that - objectively - they’re not laughing at him, but at the story, he can’t help but get defensive.

“It fell off the wall, Hyuck,” Mark insists, voice shaking. “How else do you explain that?”

“I’ve always thought you were just banging that girl too hard,” Hyuck suggests, earning a few sounds of agreement from other frat boys.

But Hyuck wasn’t there when it had happened, and Mark knows for a fact there was no true bed rocking going on. He’d been taking things slow, and the only possible explanation for the picture falling - in his mind at least - is that he’d disappointed God.

He’d done a hundred Hail Mary’s as repentance, and now that his secret has been put out where everyone can hear, he thinks maybe he should do fifty more for good measure.

“I’ve gotta go,” Mark mumbles, handing Hyuck his drink.

Mark’s roommate tries to stop him from scurrying away, but the damage has been done, and the man who scored the winning goal at the soccer game rushes back into the frat house with red ears that betray his shame.

“You can’t still be mad at me,” Hyuck whines, chasing after you as you exit the frat bathroom.

“Why do you assume I’m mad at you?”

“Because I followed you to the toilet and you didn’t wanna smash?” Your fuck buddy manages to pin you to the wall, hands on either side of your head while he looks at you with serious eyes, a contrast to the sentence that’s just come out of his mouth.

“Sometimes a girl’s just gotta pee, Hyuck,” you laugh.

“Don’t play games, angel,” he insists. “You’re mad about the Mark thing.”

“So you admit I have something to be mad about.”

Hyuck lets out a sigh. “Fine, yes.” He pulls away from you, throwing up a hand in defeat. “I shouldn’t have told everyone his stupid Jesus picture story. There, I said I’m sorry, are you happy now?”

“You said what?”

He groans, and in one motion, he’s pinning you to the wall again, his lips just millimeters away from yours. When he speaks, his voice is low, and his eyes drill into your own, “I’m sorry.”

After a moment, you say softly, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing to.”

“You want me to apologize to Mark?!”

“Among other things.”

Hyuck pulls away, looking you up and down. “You better not be suggesting what I think your horny ass is suggesting.”

“I don’t know,” you smirk. “What do you think I’m thinking?”

“It looks like you’re thinking about going upstairs to offer Mark help with getting over his Jesus sex fear.”

“And that would upset you?” You cock your head to the side, assessing your fuck buddy.

“Angel,” he groans, “you’re mine.”

“Am I though?” you counter. “Am I really?”

When you’d started sleeping with Hyuck, he’d made it clear that he’s not the kind of guy who likes to be tied down to one person. While he can be somewhat possessive, part of your arrangement is that you can both do what you want, and right now, you’re seriously considering fucking the sweet church boy you’ve had a slight infatuation with since year one.

“Fuck the fact that you’re not my girlfriend,” Hyuck says finally. “There are bigger reasons you shouldn’t do this.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Well for one,” your fuck buddy leans in, his lips ghosting by your ear as he whispers, “Mark has a massive crush on you.”

For some reason, you find yourself laughing. Leave it to Hyuck to spill two of Mark’s biggest secrets in the span of one hour.

“If Mark has a crush on me, then I have to do this. You can either join us, or go cry about it.”

Hyuck sighs. “For an angel, you can be a bit of a fucking demon sometimes.”

“And you love it.”

You and Hyuck are standing outside his bedroom. The door is locked when you try to open it, and Hyuck watches you let out a deep sigh before knocking. “Mark? You in there?”

“Of course he’s in there,” Hyuck whispers, rolling his eyes.

“Shh! Be nice!” you chastise him, playfully smacking his arm. Your voice is soft when you call out again, knocking gently a few more times. “Mark? Please let me in.”

The music from downstairs is too loud for Hyuck to hear movement in his room, but after a few moments, the door opens and Mark peers out.

“Oh, it’s both of you.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, Mark,” Hyuck nearly laughs, placing his palm on the wood so he can force it open before his friend tries to shut the door again. “I live here too, you know.”

“How could I forget,” Mark sighs, heading over to flop onto his bed.

You and Hyuck enter the room, and he clicks the lock back into place behind him. He watches you approach his friend, sitting on the foot of the mattress.

When you reach out, ghosting your hand over Mark’s shin, Hyuck leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He wouldn’t define himself as a jealous type of guy, but watching you be gentle with Mark is definitely bringing up some suppressed emotions, and Hyuck’s not sure what to make of it.

“Mark,” you stroke his leg. “Hyuck has something to say to you.”

“Huh?!” Hyuck’s eyes widen, and he looks between you and his roommate.

You’re going to make him proposition his friend for you?

“Yeah, didn’t you tell me you wanted to apologize?” There’s a warning tone in your voice, and when you look over your shoulder at Hyuck, you give him an expression filled with expectation.

“Right,” Hyuck coughs. “I uh… I’m sorry for what happened at the fire.”

He can tell by your small eye roll that you’re not fully satisfied with his apology, but Mark doesn’t seem to mind. The church boy sighs, running a hand over his face. “It’s okay,” he mumbles.

“It’s not okay,” you insist, turning your gaze back to Mark. “I’m also sorry for saying never have I ever eaten pussy. I was trying to attack Hyuck and make him drink, but you got caught in the crossfire.”

“You didn’t mean to, though,” Mark says. “I shouldn’t have joined the game. This is a lesson for me, I guess.”

“Aw, Mark,” Hyuck can’t see your face, but he knows you’re frowning. “We wanted you to join the game. We like it when you do things with us.”

It’s interesting for Hyuck to hear you saying the royal ‘we,’ as if you’re a couple, a unit.

“I’m sure the incident with the Jesus picture was very traumatizing for you,” you continue, sounding as genuine as ever while your hand continues to smooth up and down Mark’s leg. “I can understand why you’d be… apprehensive about doing anything sexual after that.”

Mark groans, covering his face with his hands. Hyuck can’t help but smile when he sees his friend’s ears flaring red with embarrassment, it’s always so easy to get the church boy riled up.

“I just want you to know…” you shift a little where you’re seated, moving closer to Hyuck’s roommate, “this is a safe space. If you ever wanted to… try something like that again, there aren’t any Jesus pictures here to knock down.”

“What?” Mark’s lips part with shock, and he looks between you and Hyuck. “Are you two…”

“Propositioning you?” Hyuck suggests. “Yeah, she is.”

“I’m not-” Mark swallows thickly. “I don’t want your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” you assure him.

“She wants to fuck you, Mark,” Hyuck says, trying to be helpful. “It will be good for you.”

“Good for me?” Mark squeaks.

“You’re a frat boy who’s practically a virgin, dude,” Hyuck nearly laughs. “You’ve gotta dip your dick in the sinful water sometime. What’s life without eating a little pussy?”

“Oh my god,” Mark groans, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s not that bad, Jesus won’t mind, you don’t even have to put your dick in her!” Hyuck can’t believe he’s the one backing this now, but he also can’t really believe his roommate is a near-virgin.

“This can’t be happening-” Mark is still hiding his face, his ears as scarlet as ever.

“Listen, “ Hyuck sighs, “we usually fuck while you’re at church on Sundays. But if you wanted, we could wait a little and let you join after your service tomorrow.”

Mark’s eyes widen. “After my service? Are you two crazy?”

“You don’t have to decide right now,” you assure him. “I’m sure this is a lot to take in, especially after the day you had. I don’t think I’ve congratulated you on your goal in the game today yet-”

Hyuck scoffs at how you could be bringing that up right now.

“Just think about it,” you continue, giving Mark’s thigh a gentle squeeze. “I’m going to go home now, but, tomorrow, if you want to try eating pussy, Hyuck and I will be here.”

Hyuck wonders what would happen if it was just you propositioning Mark. If he’d be more willing to agree. It’s definitely an added level of sin to have Hyuck in the room while Mark rips his virgin bandaid off, but it’s not like Hyuck’s going to leave Mark alone with you.

You’re his angel, even if you’re looking to save Mark.

Mark can’t pay attention to the sermon. His palms are sweaty, no matter how many times he rubs them against his pants. He feels like - at any moment - a big Jesus statue could just fall over and everyone in the church would turn to him, knowing he was the cause due to his sinful thoughts.

What makes it worse, is the way he can feel blood rushing to his cock. He’s half hard at the Sunday service, and he’s never felt like a worse Christain.

This experience definitely trumps the losing of his virginity, if that’s even possible, and he hasn’t even done anything with you yet.

But in the dark, back corners of his mind, Mark knows that will change. He knows he won’t be able to resist you, you’re just too tempting. He doesn’t have that kind of control over himself, no matter how much he wishes he did.

When the service is over, Mark stands on shaky legs, grabbing a Bible to hold in front of his crotch while he exits the place of worship to head back to the frat.

The fresh air does little to calm his nerves. If anything, the closer he gets to his home, the more sinful he feels. He knows each step is one step closer to you, one step closer to religious paraphenia being miraculously moved by the hand of God-

Yet, he can’t stop. He can’t even alter his course, and when he reaches the frat, he doesn’t say one word to the boys kicking around in the kitchen, he heads straight up to his room.

When he gets to his door, Mark pauses. His hands are shaky as he reaches for the knob, and for a second, he wonders if he should knock. Taking a deep breath, Mark decides to ignore his manners, pushing into the room.

He’s almost relieved to find you and Hyuck sitting in his bed, fully clothed, watching something on Netflix.

“Hiya, Mark,” Hyuck waves, as if their relationship isn’t about to be completely altered.

“How was Sunday service?” you ask.

“How was it?” Mark shuts the door behind himself, giving his head a little shake as he hurries over to the closet to discard his jacket. “You know, good.”

“Why are you carrying a Bible?” Hyuck asks, looking him up and down. “Did you steal that from your church?”

Panic shoots through Mark. He had most definitely accidentally stolen it from his church, wihtout giving it a second thought. His mind had been so focused on you and covering his boner-

“I can give it back,” Mark insists, palms sweating again as he places the book gently on top of his backpack.

“You look spooked, dude. Did some pastor try to touch you?”

“Hyuck!” you practically scream, slapping your hand over your fuck buddy’s mouth. “You can’t say things like that!”

Hyuck mumbles something against your hand that sounds like ‘historically accurate,’ and Mark wants to strangle him.

“You want to know why I look stressed?” Mark sighs. “Because you two are sinners who propositioned me last night!”

Hyuck moves your hand from his mouth, smirking. “Come on, Mark, be sinners with us!”

“This is not helping,” you whisper to your fuck buddy, gently pushing his shoulder before you stand from the bed, approaching Mark with an empathetic expression. “I’m sorry about last night, we shouldn’t have pushed that on you.”

“It’s okay,” Mark shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze.

“It’s not, we’re horrible, dirty, sinful people,” you reach out, linking your pinkie with Mark’s. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. “Forget we ever said anything.”

“I can’t forget,” Mark states, finally looking at you. He licks his lips, thinking of something else to say, but all that comes out is “I can’t forget,” and it’s the truth.

You open your mouth, and Mark hangs on what your next words will be-

Hyuck interrupts the moment. “So are you gonna eat pussy or what?”

“Hyuck!” you yell, turning to flash a warning glare at the man who’s giggling to himself on his bed.

Mark doesn’t even want to focus on his friend right now. Instead, he reaches out, taking your other hand gently. He gazes down at your fingers, too scared to look at your face.

“I think…” Mark swallows the lump in his throat. “I think we should do this.”

“Really?” you ask while Hyuck lets out a loud “What?!”

“You’re both right… maybe it will be good for me.” Mark can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “But- I’m not sure what I’m even ready for.”

“We can go slow,” you assure him, squeezing his hand. “Anything you’re comfortable with.”

Mark looks up at you. “Can I… can I kiss you?”

Hyuck scoffs loudly, but it’s an afterthought in Mark’s mind when you nod, reaching up to cup his face. “You can kiss me,” you tell him softly.

Mark’s free hand reaches out to grab your waist, and he moves closer. He can feel your breath on his face. He’s never been this up close and personal with you, and you’ve never been prettier. There’s a softness in your expression, an acceptance, and it makes Mark feel confident enough to press his lips to yours.

It’s a gentle kiss - a perfect kiss - and Mark can feel the tension releasing in his shoulders.

You step even closer, and your breasts press against his chest, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your tongue smooths over his bottom lip and Mark stifles a groan, opening his mouth just enough for his own tongue to meet yours.

He can count the number of girls he’s kissed during his life on one hand, including you, but none of them have happened like this. Mark had never imagined he’d end up in this situation before, and despite the calming effect you have on him, he still finds himself pulling away and struggling to catch his breath.

“I want to touch you,” he admits, in fact, he’s been thinking about it all day.

“Yeah?” There’s a sparkle in your eye and you smile at him. “Where?”

Mark can’t bring himself to say it.

You gently take his hand, bringing it to your throat. “Here?” you ask, and Mark traces his thumb over your jugular, surprised to find your heart is racing just as fast as his own. “Or…” you move his hand down, his palm cupping at your breast, “Here?”

Mark lets out a low groan at the feeling of you. He’s touched even less boobs than he’s kissed girls in his life, and yours are absolutely perfect in his hand.

“Mark,” you whimper, and he brushes his fingers over your pebbled nipple, peaking through your shirt. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he shifts uncomfortably.

“Or maybe…” you move his hand lower, dragging it across your stomach until it reaches your pussy through your sweatpants, “were you thinking of touching me here?”

He nods, still unable to speak as you guide him to apply more pressure to your core. You feel so warm, and a sinful voice in the back of his mind tells him you’re probably wet too. Or at least, he hopes you’re wet, hopes he has the same effect on you that you have on him.

You let out a soft moan, and it’s like music to his ears. You grind down slightly on his hand, wiggling your hips in a motion that’s hypnotizing. “Do you want to…” you bite at your lip, toying with the waistband of your sweats. “Do you want to put your hand inside?”

“God, yes,” Mark groans, finally finding his voice.

You pull the waistband away from your skin, giving Mark access to slip his hand below it. Then your lips find his again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders while he teases his fingers along your panty clad core.

You’re as wet as he’d hoped you would be, and Mark moans at the realization.

He’s only watched porn a handful of times in his life, and always felt bad about it after, but he knows where the clit is, and he gently circles his fingers around the spot.

You gasp into his mouth, and Mark eats up the sound, applying more pressure.

“Fuck, Mark, just like that-” you tell him, threading your fingers through his hair as you deepen the kiss.

You rut your hips, grinding down on his hand, and it drives Mark wild. He wants to touch you, really touch you, without any fabric in the way, and when he opens his mouth to ask, “Can I-” you’re agreeing without even hearing the end of the sentence.

He takes a breath, and then he moves your panties to the side.

The first swipe of his fingers through your pussy lips feels like nothing he’s ever felt before, and the wetness he collects against his skin makes his cock throb again.

He teases your opening, earning more gasps from you as your lips move to his neck. When your mouth makes contact on a spot just below his ear, a shiver runs through Mark’s entire body. He’s heard about sweet spots, but no one has ever kissed his, and the feeling has his eyes closing with pleasure.

Without a second though, Mark slides a finger into your pussy, and you mewl in his ear, holding him tighter. “So good,” you whisper as he slowly thrusts the digit in and out of you, building the confidence to add another.

You're grinding down against him still, and his palm works your clit while his two fingers curl inside of you. The sounds you’re making are increasing in pitch and frequency, and you’re gently pulling on his hair, licking at the spot on his neck that has his body tingling.

He’s never made a girl cum before, but he can tell by the way you’re reacting, that he’s going to get you there. He wants to get you there, more than he’s wanted any goal he’s ever scored in a soccer game.

The cool weight of the cross around his neck has Mark wondering if he’s going to go to hell for this. But can he really go to hell for something that feels this good? This right?

“I’m close,” you tell him. “Don’t stop.”

Mark works his fingers into you even faster, eager to have you coming undone on his hand-

A clinking sound in the periphery makes Mark’s eyes open, and when he looks over at Hyuck’s bed, he sees his friend wiggling out of his pants.

“Dude, what the Hell-” Mark freezes, making an attempt to pull his hand from your pants, but you latch onto his wrist, shaking your head.

“No, Mark, please, I’m so close, please-” There’s a look of desperation in your eye, and it has him swallowing thickly, focusing on you while he picks up his motions again.

“I’ll wait,” Hyuck says in the background, and there’s some comfort in that at least.

“Mark, it feels so good, you’re so good at this-” you praise him, whispering in his ear while you work your hips faster against his hand.

“Oh God-” Mark groans, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“There’s no God here, dude,” comes Hyuck’s snarky voice.

Mark’s eyes begin to shift to his friend, but you cup his face, forcing him to look at you. “Focus on me,” you tell him. “Like I’m focused on you.”

He swallows thickly, breathing deeply as he fingers you harder, earning all sorts of sinful moans that drown out anything Hyuck could ever bring to the situation.

“Yes, Mark, yes- I’m gonna-” You’re gasping now, and you can’t even finish your sentence. Your pussy clenches around Mark’s fingers, your lips finding his as you cum.

He continues his motions, wanting to draw out every second of pleasure that he can-

Mark has heard all sorts of ideas about what Heaven could look like, but he’s never heard that Heaven could be standing in your frat house room, hand down your best friend’s fuck buddy’s pants, with her pussy throbbing around your fingers.

You begin to shake, reaching down to grab at his forearm, and Mark knows you’re finished. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he pulls his hand away, marveling at the slick that’s covering his digits.

“Here,” you say gently, grabbing his wrist to guide his fingers to your mouth, licking them clean. Then you reach for him, bringing your mouth close to his own. “Taste me.”

Mark’s never kissed a girl so fast in his life, and he groans at the flavour of your tongue. If this is what your pussy tastes like, Mark had missed out by passing up the opportunity to eat you out, but at the same time, he’s really not sure if he’s ready for that yet.

“Okay, you two,” Hyuck’s voice makes Mark draw back from you. “This is enough teasing, I’ve gotta fuck something now or I’m gonna explode. Mark, are you staying?”

The church boy swallows thickly and then he shakes his head. If he’s not ready to eat you out, he’s definitely not ready to watch his best friend fuck you. “I’ve gotta…” he stumbles for an excuse. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Right, shower,” Hyuck rolls his eyes. “Have fun with that.”

You go in for one last kiss before Hyuck is pulling you away from Mark, and he watches for just a moment while Hyuck presses his own mouth against yours-

Mark tears his eyes away, reaching for a towel in his closet before escaping the room.

The towel covers his boner while he runs down the hallway to the bathroom, and he strips himself naked in record time, stepping into a shower stall.

His hand is around his throbbing cock not two seconds later, and Mark throws his head back, closing his eyes while his brain struggles to process everything that’s just transpired.

It doesn’t take long for him to work himself to the edge. His toes curl against the vinyl floor, and his vision goes practically black as he cums.

There’s no time to aim, and Mark feels sticky warm fluid coat his chest, but his hand doesn’t stop. He jacks himself off until he’s a nearly overstimulated, gasping mess, and he thanks God for the water cleaning his body of the sinful filth.

He’s never cum this hard in his entire life.

You’re at your usual Wednesday lunch with the girls before class when you notice one of your friend’s looking at something over your shoulder. She’s done this a few times now, but when you turn in your seat to assess the room, you don’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“Are you looking at someone?” you question.

“It’s just…” Hyuna leans forward. “Did you do something to Mark?”

“What?” you look behind you again, thoroughly confused.

“Every time you turn, he pulls his baseball cap down,” she explains. “He’s over there, by the window. Green cap.”

When you scan the area again, you do notice a pair of cute red ears sticking out from a baseball cap, the guy’s head downcast as if he’s just staring at his french fries.

“How many times has he looked over here?” you ask, grinning.

“Like, a lot.” Hyuna cocks her head. “You did do something to Mark.”

You stand up, leaning forward. “Actually, he did something to me.” With a wink to your girls, you turn to head off toward Mark’s table.

He looks up once during your approach, and you see him scrambling with his bag. It would be very entertaining to watch him run away from you again, but he doesn’t have the chance, as you arrive before he’s done shoving papers into his binder.

“Hey, you.” You take the seat across from him. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” His voice is shaky, and you find it adorable.

“You know…” you reach your foot out under the table, grazing it by his calf. “I can’t get you out of my head either.”

Mark coughs, adjusting the cap on his head. “What?”

“I said, I can’t get you out of my head either.” You’re enjoying the effect you have on him, and you’re very aware of how public the space is. You don’t think Mark’s going to confirm that he’s been thinking about you, so instead, you ask, “Are you planning to go to church on Sunday?”

“Yeah, of course,” he swallows thickly.

“Do you think you’ll be able to pay attention while you’re there?”

“I uh, I-” Mark stutters over his words. “I think so?”

You study the pretty virginal frat boy. As soft as you’ve been with him so far, you feel like teasing him, just to see how he reacts. “Just so you know, if, while you’re at Sunday service, a Jesus picture falls down, it’s because Jesus knows what you did.”

Mark lets out a groan, and you see his neck has turned red now too. “I-” Mark’s gaze dips down to your breasts, which are pushed together in your low neckline shirt as you lean forward. “I have to go-” he grabs his things, fumbling with all of them while he stands abruptly.

The loud sound of his chair scraping across the ground draws a few eyes, and the pool boy nearly knocks the table over in his haste. You notice the way he immediately holds his binder over his crotch, and you lick your lips while looking up at him.

“See you later,” he mumbles, running away.

You watch him enter the men’s bathroom, and you think you can imagine what he’s going in there to do. Last time he’d run away from you, Hyuck had mentioned he was probably going to jack off in the showers.

The frat bathroom is one thing for a quick wank, but a public restroom is another.

You shake your head, walking back to your girls table, Mark’s tray of fries in your hand. They’re all gawking at you.

“Damn,” Hyuna whistles. “I know you just said he did things to you, but girl, you definitely did a number on that church boy.”

There’s nothing Hyuck loves more in the world than making you cum on his cock. He loves the noises you make, gripping at his bed sheets as your orgasm overtakes you. He loves being the source of your high.

What he doesn’t love however, is the way that today, you immediately ask, “How’s Mark doing?” as Hyuck pulls out of you.

He can’t help but laugh slightly, shaking his head at you. “Been acting weird all week.”

“Do you think he’s going to join us tomorrow after church? I’m kind of shocked he wasn’t here today, if I’m being honest.”

“Is that why you came over? Wanted to see your precious little Mark?” Hyuck lands a smack to your inner thigh that has you giggling. “And yeah. He’ll probably join tomorrow. Jeno says he’s walked in on Mark jacking off in the shower like, four times this week. It’s actually starting to be a bit of a problem.”

“Is frat boys jacking off in the shower not a common occurrence around here?”

“It is, but not when it’s Mark,” Hyuck laughs. “That guy needs to get fucked.”

“I’m not sure he’s ready for that yet.”

Hyuck studies you. “What makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling.”

“Well, maybe he just needs to cum properly.”

You sit up, teasing your hands over Hyuck’s thighs. “Tell me, how does a guy ‘cum properly.’”

“Buried inside something nice, and wet, and warm,” Hyuck reaches out to grasp your chin. “Your mouth would work.”

You laugh at the idea, “Maybe if he lets me,” and Hyuck grins, getting off the bed to pull on his pants.

“I’m gonna head to the kitchen for water, need anything?”

“Just you,” you tease. “Hurry back.”

“You got it, angel,” Hyuck winks at you before heading to the door. He pulls on his shirt as he exits the room, but just when he gets his head through the neck hole, he catches a quick glimpse of one mister Mark Lee rushing into the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Had Mark been listening this whole time? Had he been outside of the door, listening to Hyuck fuck you?

The thought makes Hyuck laugh again, and his ego triples in size. There’s something very… intriguing about this whole situation with the frat’s ‘designated’ virginal church boy, even if this experience is making Hyuck rethink his ideas of commitment.

If the last Sunday service had been torture, today might just be Hell for Mark.

He’s sweating, shaking even, his knee bobbing up and down anxiously while he sits in the back row.

He’d returned the Bible he’d stolen last time, but he fears that he might end up taking it again. Every time he thinks about you, thinks about what it felt like to have his hand down your pants while you sucked on his neck-

No, he can’t think about it. He can’t-

But it’s too late, he feels his cock growing in his pants, and shame washes over him. He runs a hand through his hair, fanning himself and taking deep breaths.

It’s not ten minutes into the hour long service, and already, he’s at his breaking point.

Mark battles with himself for another two minutes, and he finally gives up. When everyone stands to sing, he quietly excuses himself from the back row, ducking out of the church without looking back.

“Mark?” you sit up hastily from Hyuck’s embrace, blinking at the boy who’s just entered the room. “You’re back from church early!”

“Yeah, I couldn’t sit through it,” Mark mumbles, throwing his jacket in the closet before collapsing on his bed, running a hand through his hair.

“That’s unlike you,” Hyuck sits up next to you. “Are you sick or something?”

“Definitely sick in the head,” Mark groans.

“Enjoying sex doesn’t make you bad,” you tell him. “Besides, we haven’t even fucked yet.”

Mark sighs. “Yet.”

“So you were thinking about her fucking you while you were in church,” Hyuck grins next to you. “That’s sinful, Mark.”

“I know!” Mark flops onto his stomach, shoving his face against his pillow.

You look at Hyuck, and he makes a face, motioning to his friend. ‘Say something’ he mouths.

‘No, you say something!’ you mouth back.

Instead, Hyuck simply pushes you out of his bed, and you stumble onto your feet.

“Mark…” you approach the sulking churchboy. “I know a few things that could cheer you up.”

Mark groans, but he sits up all the same, looking at you with eyes that tell you he wants you to elaborate.

“I was thinking…” you swallow, choosing your words. “Based on your history, it sounds like maybe you’ve never had someone go down on you before-”

“Fuck, she’s so good with her mouth,” Hyuck quips.

“I know this whole thing started with you not eating pussy, but, seeing as you made me cum last week with your fingers, I thought I could return the favour somehow.”

Mark’s lips part, and he allows you to take his hands, pulling him to be standing in front of you.

“What do you say Mark?” You lean forward, your lips almost touching. “Can I suck you off? Pretty please?”

Instead of answering, he kisses you, cupping the back of your neck.

Your first kiss with Mark had been slow and gentle, but there’s a new fire in him now, and it’s only a moment before his tongue is gliding past your lower lip, begging for entrance. You release a groan, reaching down to loop your fingers in the waistband of his pants, pulling him tighter to your body.

You can feel that he’s already hard, and you love how easy it is to turn him on. You love the way he’s already becoming more explorative in the way he interacts with you, his hand steady on the back of your neck, insistent that you stay lip locked.

For a guy who doesn’t kiss girls much, he’s a phenomenal kisser. There’s emotion in it, and he tastes like spearmint.

You get lost in the feeling of him, but after only a little while, you’re aching to touch him properly. Your hand slips down, cupping him through his pants. The church boy shivers at the contact, and you squeeze him. It’s the first time you’ve really touched his cock, and you bet he’s already aching-

He releases the back of your neck, and you take it as a sign to begin kissing down his body. You start at his throat, licking the sensitive spot that has him grabbing your hips and releasing a moan. He makes such pretty sounds-

You continue rubbing his cock, but when your mouth gets to his collarbone, you grab at his shirt. “Can this come off?”

“Yeah,” Mark mumbles, releasing you so he can unbutton the nice church shirt he’s wearing.

When he discards the fabric, revealing his body to you, you simply enjoy it for a moment.

Mark and Hyuck both have such wonderful bodies. Sure, some of your friends make good arguments about the muscled forms of Jaehyun, Johnny and Jeno, but you prefer Mark’s understated physique.

He’s a soccer player, and his body is perfectly athletic without being too much to handle.

Your kisses begin to descend, and you find yourself pausing at the cross necklace. You lean forward and press your lips to it softly. Mark lets out a shaky breath.

You know he’s watching you, and this is your way of showing him you still respect his religion, despite persuading him to partake in the more ‘sinful’ side of life.

“Wait,” Mark says, and he lets go of you to reach behind his neck, fumbling with the clasp. You watch him with curiosity as he removes the cross, holding it gently and placing it onto his bedside table.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him without the gold chain around his throat, and you wonder what the removal of it could mean, but you try not to think too hard about it.

You sink to your knees on the floor, undoing his belt and looking up at Mark. If he doesn’t want this, he can stop you, and you give him more than enough time to make that decision. But Mark only watches you, breathing heavily as you undo the button, then the zipper-

“You want this?” you ask, hooking your fingers in his pants and briefs.

He nods. “I want you.”

You smile, tugging the fabrics down so they pool at his feet.

“You have such a pretty cock,” you whisper, grabbing the base and swiping your thumb across the leaking tip. You notice the way Mark’s chest and neck flush pink, as if he’s embarrassed by your words, but you know that praise is good for Mark.

You press a kiss to the head of his cock, suckling a little while Mark moans above you.

It looks like he’s not sure where to place his hands, so you reach for one, placing it on your cheek while you take more of him into your mouth.

“God-” Mark whispers.

“She feels good, right?” Hyuck asks.

“Yeah,” Mark nods. “Really good.”

Having them both give you praise has your pussy throbbing, and it encourages you to sink further down onto his cock, sucking harder-

“Shit-” Mark nearly whimpers, and you think this might be the first time you’ve heard him swear.

You know it’s wrong, and bad, and dirty, and sinful- but there’s something about corrupting Mark that has you going insane. You bob up and down on his cock, stroking the base that you can’t reach with your mouth.

“This is too hot,” Hyuck says. “I’ve gotta join.”

“How-” Mark begins to ask, but a second later, hands are pulling you off of Mark’s cock.

“Both of you, on the bed,” Hyuck instructs. “You’ve heard of spit roasting, right, Mark?”

“I-” the church boy’s skin is flushed again, and when you hop up on the bed, he follows, clamoring after you.

“Look, you’ll have her mouth,” Hyuck gets on the mattress behind you, and you hear him undoing his belt, “and I’ll have her perfect pussy. It’s a win, win.”

Mark doesn’t argue, his eyes moving down to meet yours as you take his dick back into your mouth, picking up where you’d left off.

Hyuck, meanwhile, tears your pants down, and a moment later his fingers are gliding through your pussy. “Fuck, angel, you’re soaked. Sucking Mark’s cock really turns you on, huh?”

You groan a sound of affirmation around Mark, and his hand is quick to grab your head again, fingers flexing in your hair.

“You can fuck her face if you want,” Hyuck suggests, working two fingers into you easily. “She loves getter her throat fucked-”

Mark’s hips twitch at the words, but he doesn’t follow through. You think maybe he doesn’t want to hurt you, and it’s an endearing idea.

Hyuck pulls his digits from your core, and they’re replaced with the head of his cock, which he rubs the length of your pussy, teasing your clit before pushing into you.

Your fuck buddy lets out a loud groan, his hands finding your hips as he sinks his length fully into your core.

“Dude,” Hyuck breathes, “her pussy is literally Heaven-”

His first thrust sends you further onto Mark’s cock, and the man above you gasps when he hits the back of your throat.

“Is fucking pussy going against God?” Hyuck asks, in an almost rhetoric manner. “Isn’t there some weird church loophole where anal doesn’t count? Her ass is great too, scout’s honor.”

At this point, you’re pretty sure Mark’s not even listening to Hyuck. He’s much too focused on your lips wrapped around him, and the sounds slipping out of him make you think maybe he’s close to the edge.

All things considered - for a guy who’s never been blown - Mark’s lasting remarkably well, but you don’t want him to last. You want him to cum, like he deserves to cum.

When you suck harder, you feel Mark’s cock twitch, and he lets out a groan. “Shit, I’m gonna-”

“Cum in her mouth,” Hyuck states, pace getting rougher inside of you. “Do it. She’s a good girl. She’ll swallow. Fuck, it’s so hot when she swallows.”

Mark moans, and he pushes his hips forward, sending his cock into the back of your throat. Your gag reflex is the thing that makes him cum, and an “Oh my God!” leaves his lips as he explodes down your throat.

Hyuck’s right, you are a good girl, and you swallow every drop, working Mark through his orgasm until he’s gasping. He pulls out of your mouth, and Hyuck takes the opportunity to fuck you even harder.

Now that you can moan freely, you fill the room with sounds of your own pleasure. When Mark gets off the bed, you fall onto your face, turning to press your cheek to the mattress while you watch Mark find his pants on the floor.

His eyes meet yours, and you can see his pupils are blown. It’s so incredibly sexy to have Hyuck fucking you on Mark’s bed while Mark watches, and your pussy throbs around Hyuck’s cock.

“Fuck, you just got so tight, angel,” Hyuck groans, fingers digging into your waist while his hips buck wildly. “Shit, I’m not going to last like this-”

You reach a shaky hand under your body, finding your clit, and it only makes your pussy clamp down harder on your fuck buddy, who releases another loud moan.

“You close, angel? Sucking off Mark must have really got you going-”

“I’m close,” you confirm, grabbing at the bedsheet with your free hand while your fingers continue on your clit.

“Yeah, you are,” Hyuck growls. “That’s my good girl, my perfect angel. I want you to cum so bad, it’ll tip me over the edge- Fuck! I’m gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good-”

You love it when Hyuck talks dirty like this, and you gasp as you get closer and closer to your high-

“Come on,” Hyuck lands a smack to your ass, and the pained pleasure has you crying out, rubbing your clit harder. “Cum for me,” he commands.

It’s all you need to reach the edge, and you fall over it with a loud moan, forcing your eyes to stay open while you stare at Mark, who watches you with parted lips and a dazed expression.

“That’s it, that’s it-” Hyuck grunts, pace faltering as he cums too, fulfilling his promise of filling you up just the way you like it. He fucks you through your highs, and your hand falls from your clit to the bed, body on the cusp of overstimulation as Hyuck’s motions begin to slow.

As things come to a stop, Hyuck lets out a deep breath. “Mark, come over here, you’ve gotta see this.”

“I don’t want to look at your dick,” comes Mark’s quick retort.

“Then don’t look at my dick, look at her pussy with my cum dripping out of it. Trust me, it’s so fucking hot-” Hyuck pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss.

You watch Mark go around the side of the bed, and you can feel both of their eyes on your hole, which is already beginning to drip Hyuck’s cum-

You place a hand under your core, not wanting to get any of this on Mark’s bed, and Hyuck laughs loudly.

“Aren’t you two worried about pregnancy?” Mark asks.

“That’s what birth control is for,” Hyuck says. “Cumming inside feels like nothing else in the whole world.”

“What about STI’s?”

“Well, I mean…” Hyuck gets off the bed, and you watch him grab a tissue from his desk, “we’re only really fucking each other and we’re both clean so…”

“Wait, you two only sleep with each other?” Mark sounds justifiably confused. “So… why aren’t you two… why aren’t you two dating?”

It’s a very good question, and from the way Hyuck brushes it off with a ‘you know’ and a topic change, it feels as if neither of you really have a good answer. “Anyways, you have to try this sometime,” Hyuck says again. “Next Sunday.”

Mark sighs. “Can’t we do this on any day but Sunday?”

“Where would be the fun in that, church bitch?”

You let out a groan of annoyance, but you think you’re starting to understand this is just the way their relationship is.

Getting through a full week while being on the same campus as you is starting to feel like Mark’s own personal Hell. Every time he so much as catches a glimpse of you running between classes, blood rushes to his cock.

Hell, even at soccer practice with Hyuck, every time Mark looks at his forward position roommate, all he can think about is the visual of Hyuck fucking you from behind on his own bed.

By Friday, he’s too pent up to even attend his last class, and he rushes back to the frat to get some shower time.

He’s becoming much too used to jacking off in the shower, but he really can’t help himself.

Mark feels like an absolute sinner, especially with the cross necklace around his neck. Today, something comes over him, and he takes it off, wrapping the gold chain around his right hand. He looks at it for a moment, and there’s almost something like curiosity-

He wraps his hand around his cock, flinching a little at the cold metal on his heated skin. As he begins to move his fist up and down his aching length, the bite of the necklace feels like repentance, like something he deserves.

Mark takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thinks about you.

He thinks about the sounds you make, the expression on your face as you cum- how your mouth had felt on his throbbing cock-

He can’t believe how easy it is to get himself to the edge, especially with the added pain of the necklace around his hand. Does this make him even worse? It shouldn’t be this easy to cum- it shouldn’t be, but it is.

When he reaches the edge, it’s not God’s name on Mark’s lips, it’s yours.

He gasps, body tingling as he pumps his way through it, the necklace biting into his skin-

“Jesus Christ Mark! Get a fucking room!” comes Jeno’s voice. “Some of us are just trying to fucking shower!”

The outburst makes shame flood through his body, but it also only adds to the powerful sensation in his cock, his cum shooting across his chest.

Mark’s decides he’s definitely going to Hell for this.

Another Saturday win for the soccer team means another frat party, and Hyuck loves the attention you give him on days when he gets a goal. You’re even touchier than usual, praising him for his skills-

Yet, Hyuck finds it hard to focus on you with Mark blatantly staring from across the room.

Hyuck has enjoyed sharing you with his roommate, more than he ever thought he would, but tonight, he wants you for himself, and when you begin kissing his neck, pushing him against the wall, Hyuck’s had enough of this public bullshit.

“My room, now,” he commands.

With a giggle, you turn, darting off towards the stairs, and Hyuck follows you with a smile. As he climbs the steps in twos, he gets a feeling he’s being followed, and he stops on the first landing to turn and look at Mark.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Mark blinks. “I’m uh… coming with you?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“So?”

“So,” Hyuck sighs, “you only get access to angels on Sundays, all good Christians should know that.”

“But-” Mark opens his mouth to argue but Hyuck’s not in the mood for it tonight.

“No joining,” he says firmly. But as he looks at Mark’s defeated expression, Hyuck feels something like pity. “I guess you can stand outside the door and listen, you perv.”

Mark’s skin flares with embarrassment, but as Hyuck continues up the stairs, he gets the suspicion that Mark’s going to do exactly what he’d just suggested.

When you arrive at the frat house on Sunday afternoon, Hyuck is waiting for you in the living room. He pulls you into a kiss, and his lips linger against your own, his fingers digging into your hips. “Are you ready for today, my little demon?”

You laugh. “I’m always ready. But we have to wait till Mark gets back from church.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyuck rolls his eyes. “We could always start without him.”

“That wouldn’t be very nice,” you note, grinning at your fuck buddy.

“Making me wait isn’t very nice,” Hyuck counters.

“It’s important to learn how to be patient,” you tell him, pressing another peck to his lips. “Come on, I’m sure we can find an episode of something to watch on Netflix.”

When you get to Hyuck’s room, the last thing you expect is to find Mark waiting for you. He’s sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, and his head snaps up as you enter.

“Mark?” You can’t hide your confusion. “Shouldn’t you be at church?”

“I’m not going today,” he states, standing and placing his cross necklace on the bedside table.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, walking over to grab his hands, assessing him for head injury.

“Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

Hyuck lets out a whistle behind you, and you hear him locking the door. “Damn, Mark, I’m actually kind of impressed.”

“So…” you look into Mark’s eyes, “does this mean you’re ready?”

He nods. “Yeah… I’m ready.”

“Are you sure about that, church boy?” your fuck buddy asks. “Do you want us to put up a cross and see if it falls down as a sign that God thinks you’re a sinner?”

Mark takes a deep breath, and his eyes shift to Hyuck over your shoulder. “Fuck God, and fuck the cross.”

Your lips part in shock, and Mark takes that moment to grab your face and kiss you. It’s the hungriest kiss you’ve had from him so far, and you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your chest to his own.

His tongue explores yours, as confident as ever, and his hands move down to your hips, needy and rough. When his palm slips down to grab your ass, your moan loudly, all consumed by this new Mark.

“Shit, dude,” Hyuck whispers from behind you. “Guess I should stop calling you church boy.”

Mark lets out a groan, and then he’s tossing you onto his bed. A squeal of delight escapes you at the roughness of it all.

“I wanna taste you,” Mark states, breathing heavily as he looks down at you with dark eyes.

“Then taste me,” you say simply, already grabbing at your pants to push them down.

Mark helps you tug them off, and then his own fingers are hooking in the waistband of your panties, tearing them down your legs with one rough motion.

“Oh my God, Mark-” you gasp, shocked at his sudden change in attitude.

The man who gets on the bed between your legs isn’t the same man who had whimpered while he fingered you two weeks ago. He’s not a soft church boy worried about boundaries, he’s a confident man who knows what he wants. And what he want is you.

You can’t even take a moment to breathe before Mark’s pressing his tongue against your pussy, hands firmly grabbing at your thighs while he licks a stripe of your most sensitive area.

“Fuck,” you groan, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair.

His response is a moan that sends shivers through your body, his lips suctioning around your clit like he’s a seasoned pro. There’s no hesitation or worry about correctness, there’s only a pussy deprived man who seems to know exactly what to do to have your toes curling as you drag them across his back.

You’ve had good oral sex before, Hyuck’s particularly skilled in this field, but as wild as your fuck buddy is, he’s never been feral like this.

Mark’s tongue is unpredictable, lapping at you and pushing into your hole, teasing your walls as he rubs his nose against your clit. “Shit, Mark, you’re so good-”

“Better than me?” Hyuck asks.

You hate to admit it, but when a strangled “Yes!” leaves your lips, it only makes Mark go harder on you.

You have no brain space to focus on Hyuck, your eyes closed as Mark’s tongue pleasures you like no one ever has before.

It’s like he knows your body already, as if he’s divinely guided-

The thought has your pussy throbbing, and as if he senses your need, Mark lets go of one of your thighs, adjusting so he can slip a finger into you while his tongue returns to your clit.

“Shit, just like that-” you gasp, legs quivering over his shoulders.

Another digits slips into your wet hole, and more moans leave you as the church boy finger fucks you even better than he did last time.

You’re consumed by Mark, completely, and it feels like Heaven to get lost in the pleasure he’s providing you.

You apply a bit of pressure on his head, wanting him to go harder on you, and he rewards you by sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

“Fuck-” you moan, pushing your hips up toward his face. You’re already so close to cumming that it’s almost insane, and you trust that this time, nothing Hyuck could do in your periphery would prompt Mark to let up on you.

He seems Hellbent on getting you to the edge, and as his fingers crook up to stroke your gspot, you know he’s going to accomplish his task with flying colours.

“Sounds like she’s close, dude,” Hyuck muses, reading your reactions like the back of his hand.

When you turn your head to open your eyes, you find Hyuck has his cock out, and he’s stroking it, gaze fixed on the man between your legs.

There’s something so… fulfilling about being watched like this. To know that Hyuck’s just as turned on as you and Mark, even though he’s taking no part in your pleasure.

Hyuck has a nice cock, and the sight of his fist wrapped tightly around it has even more lust coursing through your body.

To have both men worshipping you in this way- it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

“I’m gonna-” you stutter, licking your lips as the pleasure builds between your legs.

“Cum for me,” Mark groans against your pussy. “Please, angel, I want you to cum.”

The ‘please’ is the cherry on top, as is the petname that usually only Hyuck ever uses on you, and combined, they throw you over the edge.

You cry out, rutting your pussy against Mark’s face while he tongue and finger fucks you through your orgasm.

The church boy lets out sinful sounds, and you can tell he’s enjoying being used like this, enjoying making you come undone on his fingers. Your pussy is throbbing around him, and his unrelenting digits continue stroking the spot that has you tinging with overwhelming pleasure.

“Mark!” you nearly scream, overtaken by the kind of ecstasy you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck, dude,” Hyuck breathes, “you made her squirt-”

You’re almost twitching when Mark finally pulls his tongue from your clit, and his fingers slow before slipping out of you. You open your eyes to watch him lick them clean, and he lets out a deep groan, clearly enjoying the taste of you.

You need him to fuck you, like you’ve never needed anyone - even Hyuck - to fuck you in your entire life.

“Please,” you whimper. “Mark-”

“Let me get a condom,” he states, sitting up-

“No!” you reach out to grab at him, locking eyes with him as you state, “I want you raw.”

It’s the first time today that he looks unsure. “I don’t-”

“I’m clean,” you insist, “and so are you-”

“Bruh, just raw dog it,” Hyuck says. “Trust us-”

With one last look between your thighs, Mark relents, and he gets back on the bed, tugging off his shirt and his pants while you work on getting yourself naked.

As soon as you’re both bare, Mark is laying his body over yours, pressing you into the bed while his lips move feverishly against your own. You tangle your fingers in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his cock trapped between your bodies, rubbing over your clit as he rocks his hips.

“Please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Inside-”

Mark pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes. His gaze shifts down, and he reaches a hand to grab the base of his length, teasing it against your pussy.

You moan loudly as he toys with your clit, and then he’s testing the head of his cock against your aching hole. The tip slips just inside and you whimper, only for him to pull back, then do it again-

“God, Mark-” You dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes.

He pushes his cock deeper inside of you, and you both let out groans of pleasure. His mouth returns to yours while he slowly sinks into your pussy, until his hips are flush against your own.

“Fuck,” Mark whimpers, twitching from the new sensation.

“Told you raw was the way to go,” Hyuck says, as if he’s the most helpful person in the room.

Both you and Mark ignore your fuck buddy, and Mark takes a test thrust that has you both gasping.

“Just like that,” you encourage him. “Fuck, you’re doing so good-”

His lips return to yours, and the kiss takes your breath away as he begins to find a slow pace. Each thrust is deep, intentional, and in some odd way, this doesn’t feel like fucking. Fucking is hard, fast, fevered- but this is different. This is more like making love.

Mark sucks on your bottom lip, and he adjusts one of his hands so it can come up to grab at your breast, his thumb ghosting over your nipple and making you shiver. Your body reacts, pussy throbbing around Mark’s cock, and he groans into your mouth.

“Feels like Heaven,” he whispers, massaging your boob with a loving hand.

Your skin tingles at his words. You can take the church boy out of church, but you can't take the church out of the church boy.

His pace is getting faster, and each thrust has the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. It’s insane how this is Mark’s first time- it sounds like he hadn’t gotten far with the last girl he’d had under him before the Jesus picture incident-

He’s an absolute natural, and each brush of his lips against yours has you feeling closer to him than ever before. His cock fits perfectly in your pussy, and the sounds continuing to escape him tell you that he feels just as good as you do.

“I’m not-” Mark gasps, kisses moving to your throat. “I’m not going to last long-”

“That’s okay,” you assure him, gently rubbing his back. “I’m proud of you.”

He groans, sucking on your neck. Mark’s hand moves down to your hip, anchoring you to the bed while he ruts into you faster. You know you’re close, but it can be hard to cum without clit stimulation, so you sneak your own palm down your abdomen, fingers seeking out your most sensitive spot.

You both groan when you make contact with your clit, and Mark’s breath is hot against your throat. “You close?” he asks.

“Almost,” you nod, rubbing soft circles around your clit while Mark’s cock slides in and out of your pussy.

“Ya’ll better cum quick or I might bust a nut just watching.” Hyuck’s voice makes you laugh, but the laugh quickly becomes a moan as Mark fucks you harder, fingers digging into your hip.

“I’m so close,” Mark whispers. “Please, this feels too good-”

“Mark,” you whimper, loving how sweetly he talks to you while buried balls deep in your pussy.

“Please, angel, I can’t hold on much longer-”

Your skin tingles at the idea that he’s working hard not to cum, that he won’t allow himself to get there until you can reach your high with him. He’s such a soft boy, the most perfectly wonderful man you’ve ever fucked-

“I’m gonna-” you bite at your lip, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of ecstasy that you’re so close to reaching-

“Cum with me,” Mark begs. “Cum with me, angel, cum-”

The desperation in his voice is what finally sends you over the edge, and you gasp as your core clamps down on him. Mark echoes your sound of pleasure, groaning loudly in your ear as his fingers dig into your hip.

You can feel him filling you up, and it makes you extra sensitive as you ride out your orgasm, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.

To Mark’s credit, he fucks you through it, hips only faltering slightly before the end.

When you’re both done, you pull your hand away from your clit, and Mark all but collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he buries his face against your neck.

You can hardly have a moment of peace with Mark before Hyuck’s pulling at his shoulder. “My turn,” your fuck buddy insists. “Come on dude, I’ve been waiting forever-”

A laugh bubbles out of you at Hyuck’s antics, and with a loud groan, Mark gets off of you. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he rolls onto his back in the small twin bed next to you. You wonder if he’s going to just lay there-

Hyuck’s not having it, and he reaches down to scoop you up in his arms, tossing you onto his own mattress.

“Fuck, angel,” Hyuck looks down at your body. “How do you want it?”

You consider it for a moment, and then roll onto your stomach, lifting your hips as an invitation.

Hyuck groans loudly. “God, you’re perfect.”

He’s straddling your legs not a second later, grabbing your waist to tug you up a little bit more while he glides his cock between your closed thighs, grazing your pussy.

“Shit, this is going to be so good,” Hyuck mutters to himself, using one hand to wrap around the base of his cock and guide it to your entrance.

He moans as he slips inside. “Fuck- I’ve never banged you using another guy’s cum as lube before, but shit, angel, I could get used to this.”

His words make you feel dirty, sinful even, a little like a whore- but something inside of you actually enjoys it.

“Hyuck-” you whimper at how good the position feels. With your legs closed and your ass in the air, things feel more snug, and the angle has Hyuck hitting a sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“I know, angel,” Hyuck assures you. “Feels fucking fantastic.”

His breath is hot against your back as he begins rutting into you, and you grab onto Hyuck’s pillow, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne that has perfumed the material.

“You look so good like this,” your fuck buddy says, and the slapping of his hips against your ass is making you go crazy. “I’m never going to get used to the way you look with my cock buried in your perfect fucking pussy.”

Your grip on his pillow tightens, the praise going straight to your core, which throbs around him.

“Yeah, I know you love it when I praise you. You just love being made out to be an angel while doing dirty shit an angel would never do.”

He knows you so well it almost hurts. And when he talks to you like this, it makes you wonder why he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. Although, if you had been his girlfriend a few weeks ago, you would have never propositioned Mark, and the idea makes you sad.

You open your eyes, looking over at the church boy you’ve come to enjoy spending time with.

Mark’s watching you, and as Hyuck fucks you harder, you have to break the eye contact in favour of pressing your face into the pillow. Your sounds are just getting too loud, even for a frat house.

Your pussy feels like magic, to have been fucked by Mark and now Hyuck- you know you’ll be cumming again soon, whether you want to or not.

“I can feel you clenching, angel,” Hyuck laughs, as if reading your mind. “So this is as good for you as it is for me.”

“So good,” you confirm, which only prompts him to fuck you faster, gliding in and out of your cum lubed hole easier than ever before.

“Watching Mark have you first was torture,” Hyuck tells you. “I was so close to busting multiple times- but I held out, because we both know you’re going to love being filled with us both. Dirty fucking angel.”

You whine at his words, so close to the edge you can almost taste it.

“Don’t be shy,” the man fucking you announces, “cum on this cock. I know you want to.”

Your skin tingles on the cusp of pleasure-

“Be a good little angel and cum for us.”

There’s something about the word ‘us’ that just does it for you, and you let out a loud gasp as you fall apart. Hyuck echoes your sound, fingers digging into your hips as he reaches his own release. He fucks you even harder, groaning while your pussy clenches around his twitching cock.

“Just like that, just like that-” he pants, encouraging you while he rides you through your highs.

You’re not sure how long you cum, but when Hyuck finally slows to a stop inside of you, you think you might just pass out from all the pleasure you’ve received in such a short time.

Your fuck buddy leans over your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder that moves up to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access.

“That’s our angel,” Hyuck muses softly in your ear.

You find yourself smiling. It’s the happiest you’ve been in months.

Nothing else matters, all there is right now is safety and love and acceptance… and maybe a little bit of filth.

When Hyuck pulls out of your pussy, you feel yourself immediately begin to drip, and you do your due diligence, shifting your hand under your body to collect the fluid so it doesn’t ruin Hyuck’s bed.

Your fuck buddy grabs a few tissues, and then he’s sitting by your thighs, spreading your ass cheeks so he can get a good look at you while he groans at the sight.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, gently wiping your abused hole, cleaning you of his and Mark’s cum. “I don’t think you even know how hot you are.”

He’s probably right about that, but you’re sure that if you keep doing this with him and Mark, they’ll make you learn.

When Hyuck’s done with his very basic aftercare, he flops onto the bed behind you, back to the wall while he cradles you to his chest. His lips return to your shoulder, and the soft kisses make you whimper from sensitivity.

Then- something is falling on you, and you jolt, eyes snapping open-

“Shit,” Hyuck groans, and you realize the soccer poster has slipped off the wall and onto your bodies.

Your gaze immediately goes to Mark, and you see a look of shock in his expression. “Oh my God-”

“It’s not God,” Hyuck assures you both. “It’s probably just Jeno fucking some chick on the other side of the wall.” As if to prove his point, your fuck buddy bangs the wall three times, and a moment later there are three returned bang noises. “See? Totally just Jeno fucking.”

Mark doesn’t look very convinced, and he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling while he runs his hands through his hair.

“I hope this fucking poster isn’t going to stop you from joining us again next Sunday,” Hyuck says as he pushes the symbol of Jeno’s sex life to the floor.

“Next Sunday?” Mark turns to look at you both.

“Yeah, next Sunday,” Hyuck repeats. “You do want to cum again, don’t you?”

The church boy lets out a deep sigh, but then he’s nodding. “Yeah.”

“Perfect, then it’s settled,” Hyuck grins against your shoulder.

Your fuck buddy is something of an enigma, and you’re never quite sure if you’ve gotten him figured out. He’d started this whole thing being reluctant to allow Mark to join, but now, it seems as if he relishes the thought of having Sunday dick appointments with his best friend.

Although, as you stare at the pretty church boy in the bed across from yours, you really can’t say that you mind.

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🔮 preview. “I’m bad?” Hyuck gasps in shock. “Says the people fucking in an accesibility washroom?” He has a point there, and even Mark lets out a chuckle while he presses his lips firmly to your neck, his hips beginning to thrust so he can glide his cock in and out of your wet pussy.“I expect this from her, but from you, church boy?” Hyuck shakes his head while leaning back against the locked door, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m still shocked by how sinful you’ve become.”

cw/ tw. Exhibitionism, threesome, hand job, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, mention of fingering and pussy eating, praise, some degradation with affectionate use of ‘whore/slut’, the constant ‘sin’ mentions, slight cumplay/leaving panties on after having 2 men’s cum in you, bathroom sex, etc… I petnames. (hers) angel. (mark’s) church boy.

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It’s been something like four months since you and Hyuck invited Mark into your unconventional relationship, and so much has changed since then. Having battled for a long time with perceived self-worth, it seemed that the inclusion of a friend within the relationship was all Hyuck had needed to realize his deeper feelings for you, and feel comfortable enough to share them.

Now, Hyuck’s having the best sex of his life with his two best friends in the entire world. Despite Hyuck’s growth, however, it’s clear that the person most changed by your relationship is none other than the OG church boy himself.

Hyuck had thought he’d been horny when he entered university, but it feels as if Mark’s pent-up energy has made him significantly hornier.

Sitting in class, knowing you and Mark have a spare right now… well, Hyuck can only imagine what the two of you might be up to. As the lecture gets particularly boring, Hyuck pulls out his phone, opening snapchat maps to see if he can pinpoint you and his roommate.

Hyuck’s not shocked to find you were both active on snapchat ten minutes ago, in a building closeby. He’d never been one for maps, but since you and Mark had started fucking, Hyuck had been forced to learn all feasible sexcipade locations on campus. If he’s not mistaken, you and Mark are in one of the single occupancy accessibility bathrooms on the first floor of the arts building, and the thought makes him swallow thickly.

With one last look at his boring teacher, Hyuck grabs his backpack and he slinks out of the lecture hall.

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Welcome to my circus!

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🪀 You can call me Gremz! I'm 20 y/o :)

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💘 Is there any posted fic you'd want to rework/re-edit/rewrite?

No. A long, long time ago, I decided to view every story I wrote as a snapshot of where I was interest-wise, talent-wise, and skill-wise, so I could look back at what I've made to see how I've changed. There's also a layer of self-preservation to this choice: I'm such a slow writer that pulling and reworking stories would eat all my time; the hunt for perfection in a single story would cause my creativity to starve.

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Like so many people, I felt like I had to. I've always been like this. I couldn't not write.

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Jeon Jungkook Masterlist

Key - be aware that this key is only a vague indicator of content, read any warnings on fics you intend to read.

🍭 - Fluff only - G or T; may include some innuendo/suggestiveness but nothing graphic.

🔥 - Smut - Explicit fics; includes graphic adult content

💔 - Angst - Ratings vary, has some level of drama/sadness/upset

😂 - Crackfic - Ratings vary, primarily humorous

📚 - Series/Chapter - Denotes a chapter fic, does not speak to content

Jungkook x Namjoon (Namkook)

🍭Lilies and Leather - Namjoon hated being a wolf. He was dangerous, frightening, and a monster. So he isolated himself from the humans he could potentially hurt. And it worked fine, until Jungkook. (fluff, werewolf au, first kiss, scenting, getting together)

🔥 Sleepy - Namjoon knows Jungkook is much kinkier than he lets on. And tonight is the night he might just make his boyfriend's dreams come true. (PWP, consensual somnophilia, sleeping sex, dirty talk)

🔥 Euphoria - Jungkook has had a crush on the leader of BTS since forever. Now that Namjoon is helping write his solo for the upcoming album, this could be his perfect chance. (getting together, first time)

🍭 The Fairy Garden - When Namjoon opened The Fairy Garden, the last customer he expected was an actual fairy. (fluff, getting together, fairy!Jungkook)

🍭Crowded Busses & Sleepy Bunnies - Namjoon hates Halloween. But that opinion might change when that very holiday changes his life. (fluff, coffeeshop au (sorta), no smut, getting together)

🔥 Weak - Jungkook is determined to make Namjoon’s most hidden fantasy come true for his birthday. (PWP, cuckolding, consensual humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, name-calling, rough sex, bareback, coming untouched, crying, multiple partners, voyeurism, Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x Jimin)

🔥 Bewitched by Babysitter - Namjoon is a young, single father who is set up on a blind date. He needs a babysitter, and his friend knows just the man to help. (fluff, getting together, dad Namjoon, college student Jungkook, dirty talk, rough sex)

Seokjin x Jungkook (Jinkook)

🔥 Dizzy Spell - Jungkook decides to try a new toy. He goes a little too hard, and ends up not feeling so good. And of course he runs to the eldest brother for comfort. (PWP, asphyxiation, dirty talk)

🔥 Wrong Number - When Jin receives a dick pic from an unknown number, his curiosity is stirred. But maybe this stranger isn't such a stranger after all. (PWP, college au, sexting, dick pics, rough sex, face-fucking)

🔥 Stuck - Jungkook gets himself a little stuck. Good thing Jin is there to help. (PWP, under-negotiated kink, gaping, dirty talk)

🔥 Eat the Rich - Jungkook had a mission. That mission may involve killing people and burying the bodies. It’s going great… Until the bodies go missing. (dark au, smut, cannibalism, serial killers, vigilantism, dark humor)

🔥 Just Called to Say Hi - Jungkook has the dorm to himself and decides to take advantage. Then Jin calls. (PWP, phone sex, dirty talk)

🔥 When Your Nightmare is a Fantasy - It’s Halloween, and Jungkook convinces Jin to go to a haunted house. But everything isn’t quite as innocent as it seems. (Dubious Consent, Horrorporn, Fear Kink, Masked Sex, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Breathplay, Dirty Talk, Roleplaying, Rough Sex, Sex Toys)

🔥 Warm Beach Afternoons - It’s far too hot for any sort of nonsense, Jin thinks. Jungkook has other ideas. (PWP, cockwarming, dirty talk, watersports, Omorashi, deepthroating, semi-public)

🔥Night Sparks - Jin can’t stand the dragon living next to him; he’s loud and obnoxious and gorgeous and smart and funny and– He’s nothing but trouble. (Hybrid AU, Neighbors AU, Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional ABO Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha Relationship, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Aggression, Displays of Dominance, Fist Fights, Name Calling, Submission, Knotting, Rough Sex)

🔥📚Under His Mask - Jungkook's luck is on his side when he wins a raffle hosted by his favorite camboy. The winning prize is a chance to sleep with him on camera. But when Jungkook finally gets to meet the handsome performer face to face, they realize they aren't the strangers that they thought they were. (Angst, Fluff, Smut, Camboy AU, Transgender Jin, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Switch Jin, Switch Jungkook)

Jungkook x Yoongi (Yoonkook)

🔥 Risk Takers - Yoongi knows clubs are a risk. But he's willing to take it. Unfortunately, so is someone very close to him.. (PWP, glory hole, anonymous sex)

💔 Broken Dolls - Yoongi breaks everything he touches, even the one he loves the most. (HYYH au, mature, angst, suicide attempt, self-harm, alcohol use, near death experience)

🔥The Devil Inside - Yoonji knows she is ready to take the next step with Jungkook. But are they both ready for the consequences? (fem AU, demon AU, smut, fem!Yoongi, pregnancy)

🍭 Trouble - Jungkook wants a kitten. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets… Even if Yoongi doesn’t know it. (fluff, slice of life, vague mentions of sex)

🔥💔 📚 Moonlight Remains the Same - Jungkook spent his entire life forced to be someone he wasn’t. Enrolling in an all male college where nobody knows his old pronouns, he finally has a chance to be the guy he’s always been inside. Jungkook only has two goals his first year: excelling academically and keeping his past private. But his plans get a little tougher when he ends up rooming with Yoongi, a basketball star with a rotten attitude and a superiority complex. Can Jungkook keep the turmoil in his world (and his heart) to a minimum as he learns there might be more to Yoongi than meets the eye? Or will it all come crashing down around him? (chapter fic, slow burn, college AU, transgender character, enemies to friends to lovers, To the Beautiful You AU, angst, homophobia, transphobia, bullying, smut, happy ending)

🔥 Rest, Relaxation... And Exploration - Jungkook knows that Yoongi needs a break, and wants to help him relax. He just hadn’t planned on THAT kind of relaxing. collaboration with @i-live-so-i-love (friends to lovers, Nephilim Jungkook, monster/human romance, mutual masturbation, tentacle monster)

Hoseok x Jungkook (Hopekook)

🔥 Accident - Jungkook is desperate in more ways than one. (PWP, light D/s, watersports, rough sex, dirty talk, wetting)

😂 The Chili Accident - Jungkook and Hoseok get a rare day off and know exactly what to do with it. Unfortunately for Jungkook, Hoseok was in a hurry. (Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor, Enemas, Pain (not the sexy kind), Food (again not the way you think), Crackfic)

Jimin x Jungkook (Jikook)

🔥 Mutual - Jimin suggests mutual masturbation. It goes a little further than planned. (PWP, no penetrative sex, handjobs, dirty talk)

🍭Espresso-ly for You - The new coffeeshop in town has a brew-tiful barista. He just doesn’t know it. (fluff, getting together, coffee shop AU)

🍭Rainstorm - Jimin’s had just about enough of Big Hit’s golden maknae. (fluff, getting together)

🔥 Different - Jimin hates Alphas. But unfortunately - sometimes they’re useful… And fortunately, sometimes they’re different. (ABO au, knotting, watersports)

🔥 Wolf Boy - Jimin has a very specific kink. Jungkook decides tonight’s the night to oblige him. (pwp, werewolf au, rough sex, sex with a sentient animal, sex in shifted form, consensual sex, knotting, begging, overstimulation)

🔥 Thighday Morning - “Yesterday Jimin and I were drinking and playing around. I picked him up and swirled him and he got dizzy, so he bit me.” (PWP, Intercrural Sex, Thigh Kink, Alcohol, Non-Penetrative Sex)

💔 Falling - Everything was empty. Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. (Angst, Post-Breakup, Fighting, Idolverse, Closeted Character, Alcohol Use, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

🔥 Morning’s Sound - It’s Jimin’s birthday and Jungkook’s gift is his biggest fantasy. (PWP, Sounding, Omorashi, Watersports)

Jungkook x Taehyung (Taekook)

🔥 Mile High & Mildly Bored - Jungkook is insufferable and horny when he’s bored. Especially on a thirteen hour flight. (PWP, semi-public sex, mile high club)

🔥Wedding Night - It’s their wedding night, and Taehyung will finally get to join the man he loves in bed. (pwp)

🔥Pent-Up - Jungkook is stressed; Taehyung is stress relief. (pwp, dirty talk, rough sex)

🔥Firelit First - They said a bunny and a dragon-dog would never work out. They were wrong in every way except for one. Jungkook’s need for physical intimacy - and Taehyung’s insecurity surrounding it - was driving a wedge between them. (hybrid AU, dragon-dog hybrid Taehyung, bunny hybrid Jungkook, Bad Dragon toys, dirty talk, rough sex, outdoor sex knots, mating)

🔥 Breadsticks & a Boyfriend - When Taehyung took a simple order of pizza, breadsticks, and a soda to a customer on a rainy day, he had no idea how good his tip would be. (PWP, strangers to lovers, rough sex, sex toys, face fucking)

Jungkook x Reader

🔥 Happy Ending (M Reader) - Jungkook had a bad day. It’s up to you to make sure he relaxes. (PWP, squirting, dirty talk, tentacles, tentacle monster!reader, transgender Jungkook, vaginal sex, multiple penetration)

Maknae Line Members Only

🔥 Naked Yoga (Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung) - Jungkook is just trying to do his yoga and relax a little. But it’s his birthday and Jimin and Taehyung have other ideas. (PWP, spitroasting, ass to mouth, dirty talk, rough sex, face fucking)

Maknae + Hyung Members

Jimin x Jungkook x Hyung

🍭 Muscle Paws (Jimin x Jungkook x Yoongi) - They say cats choose their owners, and that seemed to be the truth for the cute tabby that hopped into Yoongi and Jimin’s open window one morning. Except that specific cat… Wasn’t quite normal. (fluff, shapeshifter!JK)

💔🔥 An Inconvenient Attachment (Jimin x Jungkook x Yoongi) - When Yoongi agreed to go on a two week winter getaway to the mountains with his roommates, he expected peace, quiet, and plenty of alone time with his roommate with benefits Jungkook. What he did not expect was to be handcuffed to his worst enemy for the duration of the trip. He figured it couldn’t get worse… Until it did. (snowed in, handcuffed together, friends with benefits, polyamory, past violence, past murder, past abuse, discussion of murder, semi-graphic descriptions of violence, blood drinking)

Jungkook x Taehyung x Hyung

🍭 Snivel While You Work (Jungkook x Namjoon x Taehyung) - Taehyung should know better to make bets he may not win. (slice of life)

Jungkook x Hyung x Hyung

🔥 Surprise Visit (Jungkook x Namjoon x Seokjin) - Jin surprises Namjoon with a visit while he’s working in the studio late one night. But they’re not as alone as they thought. (voyeurism, pwp, rough sex, screamer jin, teasing, begging, dirty talk, age kink)

🔥💔 Spilled Lattes & Secret Crushes (Jungkook x Namjoon x Yoongi) - Namjoon has the biggest crush on Jungkook. Unfortunately, so does Yoongi. Jungkook is oblivious to both of their advances, and both will do anything to win him over. (pranks, bickering, love triangle to happy polyamory, smut)

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Big Bear & Bee

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You swallow thickly, leaning back against Johnny while you gain your courage. You know he’s not the type to force anything on you, and something tells you that if you don’t make this first move, you might miss your chance. Turning in his arms, you look up into the bear hybrid's chocolate brown eyes. Then you’re kissing him, putting all the passion that’s been brewing into the meeting of your lips. You thread your fingers through his soft hair, eager to get close to him, closer than you’ve ever been before.

tw/cw. protected sex, multiple positions (girl on top/missionary), pussy eating, praise, dirty talk, bear hybrid x human, fingering, overstim, size kink, big dick!Johnny, pussy stretching, slow burn, mentions of baby/child fever, sex while she wears a dress, etc... I pet names: (hers) bee, princess, gorgeous. (his) John, Big Bear.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.9k

🍭 aus. hybrid, bear/uncle!Johnny, human/honey shop worker!y/n, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. huge thank you to @sehunniepot for helping me through writing this and being my beta reader- Nikki is truly one of my best friends, and if you haven't already checked out her writing, she's got John fics for days - her Olympian Johnny is one of my favorite fics ever 💕

As a bear hybrid, Johnny has been in many honey shops in his life. He’s frequented hole-in-the-wall mama and papa honey selling places. He’s visited corporate brand locations so big and full of different types of honey that they made his head spin. He’s even given a chance to side of the road, farm fresh honey sellers.

Even with all of this experience, there’s only one place that he’s truly come to love, and that’s Queen B’s Honey Company.

Nestled between an ice cream parlour and a fifties style salon on an old street on the side of town, near the farming district, Queen B’s has a certain charm that’s always scratched Johnny’s honey itch just right.

With soft cream coloured walls, and touches of old wood that line the space in shelves and fill the room with various display tables, the store is somewhere between scandi and revitalized farm aesthetic, a style that Johnny adores.

Housing a wide array of honey, in sticks, jars, canisters and tubs, the honey shop has everything a bear like John could ever need, and that’s not even including all the hand made pottery that sits on the top shelves. Plants are speckled here and there, adding a floral scent to the sweetness in the air that’s inherent to the Queen B establishment.

There’s art too, all somehow relating to honey, and everywhere you look, there’s a recurring theme of bees and bears.

It’s a tale as old as time - the bears and the bees - and one that has always immediately brought the hybrid an indescribable sense of peace.

Even with all of this, however, Johnny’s favourite part about the store has to be the kind workers that calmly bustle around, always quick to lend a hand or ask how his day is going. Specifically, you draw Johnny in like no amount of honey ever could, and he’s pleased to arrive at the store once a week to often find you working.

Johnny might be a big shot club owner and entrepreneur by night, but by day - especially in the comfort of Queen B’s - Johnny sees himself as more of a calm dude just trying to support a local business. Despite his attraction to you, he’d hate to put himself out there and make you uncomfortable - at your workplace no less - so in the months he’s been frequenting your establishment, your short interactions have only ever pertained to honey, and he can live with that.

The front bell chimes softly as Johnny enters Queen B’s, and Johnny meets your smile with a grin of his own. “Good morning!” you call out, a common greeting that still somehow makes his heart beat loudly in his chest.

“Hi,” he nods, breaking your gaze to inspect the front display, where all your store’s new products are laid out like candy in a candy shop for the honey-loving bear hybrid.

He tries to be nonchalant, but as the only person in the store, Johnny knows he’s captured your attention. There are days when he’s one of a handful, and you often take care of those who’ve come before him, only to head his way and ask if there’s anything you can help him find. Today, he has all your attention, and it takes effort for him not to watch you approach.

There’s something about the soft yellow apron that you always wear, or the yellow scrunchies and ribbons in your hair. Your white t-shirt and blue jean ensemble under your work apron is just as much a part of the beautiful colour scheme, and there’s no three colours in the world that Johnny likes together more than cream, honey, and denim blue, especially on you.

“We’ve got new honey sticks,” you tell him, as you come to join him by the front display. He loves how you know what he normally buys, that you remember him so well.

“I see that,” he nods, sneaking a glance up at you. “Are they any good?”

You nod. “Very good, at least, I think so.” You begin to tell him where the honey is sourced - from a local apiary - and the way that the honey sticks are naturally flavoured with the seasonal blackberries, raspberries and other such ingredients that grow in the surrounding area, all organic of course.

Johnny listens, although half of his mind is much more pleasantly occupied watching your lips. The way you speak has always enchanted the bear hybrid, and he’s more than happy to watch you work hard to give him all the information you can.

“Sounds good,” Johnny says when you’re done. “I might just have to get five of each.”

“I can prepare that for you if you’d like to continue looking around,” you smile. “We also restocked the blackberry honey jars from Overgrove Apiary. I know we were out last week and you got something else, so…well, I called our merchandiser over there and got a new batch just yesterday.”

You're a woman after his own heart…and maybe also his money, but Johnny can never tell if your interest in him is beyond that of a professional.

“Thanks, I really appreciate that,” Johnny tells you honestly, watching you begin to collect five of each honey stick into a simple brown paper bag for him.

“Don’t mention it,” you say softly. “Anything for a regular.”

He wonders again if that’s all he is to you, a regular, and Johnny finds himself putting his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, fiddling with the golden ring on his thumb. “It’s nice to be taken care of,” he says finally.

Your eyes meet, and you’re quick to look away, but the soft smile on your face is enough to make Johnny’s heart race again.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today? Or just the honey sticks and blackberry jar?”

“I think this is good for now,” he tells you, following when you immediately turn to head to the till.

It’s a nice silence as he watches you check everything through the system, and when you give him the total, he pulls out his soft, brown leather wallet from his back pocket. He always pays in cash, and despite the fact that he never asks for change, opting to give you a tip that goes into the tip jar, you still ask if he’d like the coins back.

It’s one of Johnny’s joys of the week to tell you, “keep the change,” as he reaches for his brown paper bag of goodies.

“Can I-” your voice draws his eyes, and he wonders what you might ask him. This is not part of your normal interactions, and he holds his breath waiting to see what might come of it. “Never mind, it’s probably a stupid question.”

“Good thing I like stupid questions,” he assures you, giving you the space to continue.

“I was just-” you take a deep breath. “I’ve looked into certain hybrids like yourself enjoying honey, and Winnie The Pooh always told me that bears like honey, but you can’t always rely on cartoons, can you?” Johnny chuckles at the idea. “As a regular, I was thinking maybe I could ask you about your personal experience with our products?”

“That’s a good question,” Johnny says, thinking about it for a moment. “You know my affinity for the blackberry honey - I’ve always had a sweet tooth - but in truth, all the honey sticks are for my niece. She’s the real addict in the family.”

“Really?” Your eyes have widened, and Johnny thinks it’s possible you’ve never been prettier than this moment. “I always- I mean, in the months you’ve been coming in, I just always assumed the honey sticks were for you-”

“Easy mistake,” he smiles.

“You’ve never come in with your niece,” you point out.

Johnny nods, looking around the perfect store. “Yeah. There’s a lot of expensive stuff in here, the pottery, the displays- I didn’t want to bring her in and be a bother so usually I pick stuff up before going to grab her from her school. It’s my day to babysit,” he explains, “and it’s nice to start it off with a little goodie bag.”

He goes to reach for the brown paper bag in question, but you’re quick to pull it away from him. “A goodie bag?” you repeat. “If I'd known this was a goodie bag, I would have put some tissue paper in here-” you’re already reaching under the till, taking out some cream coloured paper with golden spots and bees on it.

“It’s okay-”

“No,” you insist, “your niece is going to love this, trust me.” You press the fun tissue paper into the bag, and the soft crinkling sound makes Johnny smile. “Maybe a bow too?”

“She really doesn’t need a bow-”

“Most little girls like bows, Uncle Big Bear,” you tell him, reaching for the yellow ribbons next to the register. But then your hands freeze. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just called you Uncle Big Bear-”

“That’s okay,” he assures you.

“It’s not,” you shake your head, averting your gaze, and Johnny corrects himself from earlier. He’d thought seeing you shocked made you cute, but seeing you flustered makes you even cuter. “That was really unprofessional-”

“Trust me, It’s okay,” he tells you again. “Look, if you really feel bad about it, you can call me Johnny. You can say ‘most little girls like bows, Johnny’ and that will be fine by me. How’s that sound?”

He loves the way your careful hands wrap a pretty bow around one of the bag handles even as you look up at him with shy eyes. “Most little girls like bows, Johnny,” you say, voice quiet.

“Then I’m thankful you’ve given me tissue paper and a bow,” he grins. “Thanks for all of this,” he picks up the finished bag of goodies.

“You’re welcome,” you nod, biting on your lip. “And Johnny?”

He loves the way his name sounds coming from you. “Yeah?”

“Please bring your niece in. We’re a hybrid and child-friendly store. I’m sure she’d love it here.”

Johnny takes a moment before nodding. “Okay,” he concedes, giving you one last once over before heading to the door.

When he picks up his niece from school, she’s ecstatic to receive a new and improved goodie bag, giggling over the cream and gold, bee and polka dot tissue paper. She immediately tears into one of the honey sticks.

While you’re often on Johnny’s mind after his Queen B visits, today, he can’t get you out of his brain.

You’re halfway through completing a transaction with an older customer when your favourite regular walks into your store. The sight of him makes you do a double take, because today, he’s not alone.

He’s brought his niece in, just like you’d asked him to.

At about waist-high next to the gentle giant bear hybrid, the little girl looks absolutely adorable. She’s in a yellow and white polka dot dress, with two sparkly scrunchies keeping her dark hair up in pigtails just behind her large fluffy ears. Her hand is clasped in Johnny’s, and her eyes are full of wonder as she steps into the space.

“Thank you for shopping with us,” you say to the lady you’re helping, quickly finishing up so your attention can return to Johnny.

His niece is tugging on his hand now, attempting to run up to the display case that’s stocked with all your new honey stick flavours.

“These ones!” the little girl insists. “These are the ones you got me last week!”

“I know, Winnie, I know,” Johnny smiles, joining the little cub in front of the table of treats. “Your favourite was the peach one, right?”

“Uh huh!” The little girl, Winnie, nods enthusiastically. “But I also liked raspberry, and strawberry, and apple, and cherry-”

“Slow down there, cub,” Johnny laughs, bending down to lift his niece up so she can see the display better. “We’ve got all the time in the world to make your choices, right?”

“Right,” Winnie confirms, nodding solemnly as she gazes down at all the honey sticks.

“I think we’ll be needing a basket,” Johnny notes. “Can we go grab a basket?”

“Yeah!” Her enthusiasm makes you smile, and you reach under your till to grab something to carry their honey in, approaching the two with a heart that’s currently melting in your chest.

“Welcome to Queen B’s,” you say, drawing both of the bear hybrid’s eyes. “I heard a basket might be in order?”

You hold it out for Johnny, and he gives you a grateful smile while accepting it. “Yeah, thank you,” he adjusts his niece on his hip. “Winnie, this is y/n, she showed me all these new honey sticks last week and wrapped your goodie bag up in a bow.”

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” The little girl grins, flashing a toothy smile that shows her sharp canines are just starting to grow in.

“She loved the bow,” Johnny tells you. “Didn’t you, Winnie?”

“I loved it, see!” She thrusts out her hand, and you find the yellow ribbon wrapped around wrist.

“That’s very pretty, Winnie,” you smile, also noting her cute yellow nails. She’s a girl who has an obvious favourite colour, and it’s cute in comparison to the neutral blacks and browns Johnny often wears.

“Is it okay if she chooses her own honey sticks?” Johnny asks, holding his niece closer to the display stand.

“Of course!” You’re a little shocked by how polite Johnny is. Even after telling him you’re a kid-friendly store, he still double checks to make sure he’s not crossing any lines.

“Did you hear that, Winnie?” Johnny looks down at the cub in his arms. “You can choose which ones you want, but I promised your mom to only get twenty today. Do you think you can count to twenty for me while you grab your treats?”

“Of course I can!” Winnie insists, reaching out her little hand to circle a bunch of the peach flavored honey sticks. When she pulls the treats back to her chest, she begins counting, and Johnny joins in. The first five are easy, but she begins to falter a little at six and seven.

Johnny is as patient as ever, helping her through to ten before he stops her. “Is ten enough, cub? That’s half of twenty, you know.”

“Ten is enough,” Winnie sighs, dropping her chosen sticks into the basket before reaching to return those she won’t keep.

“What else?” Johnny asks, beginning to bob his niece up and down on his hip as she surveys the options.

“Two raspberry,” she concludes, and Johnny holds her closer to the tin of raspberry sticks. She plucks two out.

“What’s ten plus two?” Johnny questions.

“Uh…” Winnie looks up at her uncle and you watch him mouth the word twelve, which Winnie announces a moment later.

“Good job,” Johnny praises her. “Ten plus two is twelve. Okay, what’s next?”

“Two cherry.”

“What’s twelve plus two?”

“Uh…” again, Johnny mouths the answer, and Winnie declares “fourteen!” which earns her a few coos of admiration and another ‘good job’ that has you practically melting.

You suppose standing and watching the two is somewhat intrusive, so with a nod to Johnny, you step back, busying yourself on a nearby display case that needs some fixing.

You listen to the bear hybrids count all the way to twenty, and you hear Johnny congratulate Winnie again for counting so high.

You’d always gotten the vibe that Johnny is a softy, but seeing him in action is something else, and you find it harder and harder to stop the smile from appearing on your face at all his sweet actions.

Instead of approaching the till, Johnny asks Winnie if she wants to see some of the pottery on the walls, and the cub lets out an excited “Yes!”

“But remember,” Johnny says, voice turning serious as he puts his basket down and adjusts the girl in his arms, hands going onto her waist so he can lift her high enough to see the tall shelves, “keep your paws to yourself.”

“I promise,” Winnie giggles. “Uncle John! Look! This one’s a beehive!”

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Johnny nods.

“Very pretty,” Winnie confirms.

“Maybe I should get your mom one of these for her birthday,” Johnny says. “Do you think she’d like a honey jar?”

Winnie nods enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Which one, cub? This one? Or…” he moves over a few feet, showing her another ceramic honey pot, “how about this?”

“They’re all so pretty,” Winnie admits.

“Well, how about you think about it, and when we come back next week, you can help me choose one. How’s that sound?”

He truly is a gentle giant, and you find yourself grabbing a few extra honey sticks from a display near the till in preparation for Johnny’s approach.

“Okay, cub,” he says as he carries his niece over, “I’m gonna have to set you down now so I can pay.”

“Okay,” Winnie nods, allowing herself to be placed back on the ground. She tucks in close to Johnny’s leg, looking around the store while Johnny sets the basket next to your till.

“How’s your day going?” Johnny asks, flashing you a smile as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.

“It’s going great,” you admit. “I was wondering if you’d actually come in today.”

“I told you last time, Monday’s the day I babysit.”

“And I told you to bring in your niece,” your eyes dip to the small bear hybrid still clinging to his leg, “I’m very glad you did.��

“Me too,” Johnny smiles. “How much do I owe you?”

You give him the price of his twenty honey sticks, moving them from the basket to a pretty goodie bag you’d prepared. Johnny hands you two bills, and as always, tells you to keep the change.

“Wait,” he says when he watches you put five extra honey sticks into the bag, “I didn’t buy those-”

“They’re on the house,” you assure him. “I understand that your sister made a twenty honey stick cap, but I figured, maybe Winnie will share some with you, so… here are extra ones. They’re a different brand, Overgrove Apiary, and they’re all blackberry, which I know is your favourite.”

“Wow,” Johnny accepts the goodie bag, immediately handing it off to Winnie, who reaches in to tear a honey stick out. “Thank you, I uh… I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” you assure him. “And by the way, the ice cream parlour next door has a new flavour out. It’s honeycomb.”

“Honeycomb!?” Winnie is midway through tearing open the stick in her hands, and she looks up at you with wide eyes.

“You’re trying to get me in trouble with her mother, aren’t you?” Johnny laughs.

“I’d never even think of doing such a thing,” you grin.

“Sure you wouldn’t,” Johnny looks you up and down, and you feel your skin heating under his gaze. “Have a good day, y/n.”

“You too, Johnny.”

You’ve been looking forward to Monday all weekend, and when Johnny walks in at 3:30 with Winnie on his shoulders, all the tension from your long day leaves your body.

“Hi, you two,” you greet them, coming from around the till to give them your full attention.

“Hi, y/n!” Winnie exclaims, waving enthusiastically at you.

“How’s your day going, cub?” you ask, looking up at the little girl clinging to Johnny’s head.

“It’s okay,” Winnie sighs.

“That doesn’t sound okay,” you note, reading her body language.

Your gaze dips to Johnny and he gives you a look. “Some kids were being mean to her in school today,” he confesses.

“What?” you look to Winnie again. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”

“It wasn’t,” she confirms with another loud sigh. “They were making fun of my ears.”

“But you have such wonderful ears,” you compliment her, frowning at the fact that the world is still full of people who are very much anti-hybrid.

“That’s what I told her,” Johnny nods.

“Uncle John wanted to know their names so he could go and gobble them up,” Winnie tells you, flashing a mischievous smile. “But I told him I could handle it. They might not like my ears, but they don’t know how to dress good either, so-” the cub shrugs, “how am I supposed to listen to girls who don’t know how to dress good?”

You find yourself laughing at her sass, nodding along. “That’s a very good point, Winnie. I have to admit, I liked your dress the first time you entered the shop, and I see you’re in an even prettier one today.”

“This one?!” Winnie looks down at the cream coloured poofy dress adorning her form. “Uncle John got it for me for my birthday.”

“Well, he also has an eye for fashion, doesn’t he?” You smile at Johnny, and he grins back at you.

“He does,” Winnie agrees. “Even though mommy says he should wear dress pants with a button up, I like his t-shirts.”

“I do too,” you nod. You’ve always liked Johnny’s style, the way he can wear a nice pair of dress pants with a casual shirt and sneakers.

“You guys are too nice to me,” Johnny insists, and you can see the hint of a blush in his pretty complexion.

“No such thing as too nice,” Winnie insists, “you taught me that, Uncle John.”

“I guess I did, didn’t I?” he sighs. “Anyways, you remember our mission today, right cub?”

“A honeypot for mommy,” the little girl on his shoulders nods.

“That’s right,” Johnny begins to move towards the shelves holding ceramics, and you shadow the pair.

“Is there anything that stood out to you the last time you were here, princess Winnie?” you ask.

The little girl kicks her feet with joy at the new title you’ve given her, and she nods. “The beehive.”

“The beehive,” Johnny repeats with a sigh, and his gaze shifts to you. “Our little Winnie is nothing if not predictable.”

You enjoy the sentiment, the use of the word ‘our’ as if you’re already a part of their little family. You certainly feel connected to the two bear hybrids, although you’ve only really been getting to know Johnny for a short time.

You hope you can get to know them better.

“Is this the beehive honey pot you want?” you ask, pointing at a lovely handmade ceramic on the top shelf.

“Uh huh, that’s the one,” Winnie nods, playing with Johnny’s ears as she holds onto his head. “Mommy’s going to love it.”

“I’m sure she will,” you agree. “Let me just get the step ladder so I can reach it-”

“No need,” Johnny assures you, stepping forward and reaching up to grab the honey pot. You marvel at how tall he is- “Here,” he holds it out for you, “would you mind taking that to the till while we grab our twenty honey sticks?”

“I don’t mind at all,” you smile, accepting the ceramic and holding it close to your chest.

Johnny helps Winnie off of his shoulders and the two head to the display case that holds your store’s best goodies. You walk over to the till, scanning the price tag of the honey pot and getting it prepared.

You wrap it in bubble wrap before placing it in a nice gift bag and adding tissue paper to obscure the pot. This is a present after all, and you take your time making it look nice.

You’re just finishing your task when Winnie and Johnny approach holding twenty honey sticks, and they wait patiently while you scan them too.

“Hey Winnie,” Johnny looks down at his niece, “How about you go take a look at that display case over there,” he suggests, “I’m sure there’s some stuff in it you haven’t seen before.”

Winnie looks confused for a moment, but then she shrugs, skipping off to look at the array of jarred honey in a display case a few meters away.

You cock a brow at Johnny while he pulls out his wallet.

“Listen,” he says, voice low as he pulls out cash, “I know this might be overstepping, and I’m sorry if that’s the case but… I’d really like to take you out some time.”

“Take me out?”

“On a date,” Johnny clarifies. “Again, shoot me down and there will be no hard feelings-”

“I’d love to,” you tell him.

“Really?” He breaks into a smile, and it makes your heart flutter with excitement.

“Really,” you confirm, reaching for a Queen B’s Honey business card. “Let me give you my number,” you say, grabbing a pen to write your digits on the back of the piece of paper.

When you hand it to Johnny, your fingers brush, and the contact makes your whole body light up with energy. You can tell from the way Johnny looks down at your number, skin flaring a slight pinkish colour, that he has no clue of the effect he has on you. “Thanks,” he mutters, voice cracking. “I’ll uh, give you a call later.”

“Wow, a call, not just a text,” you smile as you take Johnny’s cash, putting it into the register and counting out change.

“Let’s just say I’m old fashioned,” the bear grins sheepishly at you.

“I like it,” you confess. “It’s part of your charm.”

“I have charm?”

“Tons,” you nod.

“Good to know.” He licks his lips, looking down at you with those chocolate brown eyes that have always made you feel like melting into a puddle on the floor.

Winnie returns to grab her bag of honey sticks, and Johnny gently picks up the present for his sister. “Say goodbye to y/n, Winnie.”

“Goodbye, y/n. See you next week!”

“You better,” you grin. “I’ll be eager to find out how your mom likes her new honeypot.”

“She’ll love it,” Winnie says with the confidence that only a toddler truly possesses.

You adore her already.

“I’ll call you,” Johnny says again, giving you one last smile as you say goodbye and he turns to leave your store.

You watch him go, holding Winnie’s hand while the little girl skips along.

You kind of feel like skipping too.

Old fashioned Johnny is sweeter than the honey your store makes, and he calls you on Monday evening to see if you want to go to a fair on Thursday night. “You’re not scared of heights right? I can take you on the ferris wheel? They do fireworks at nine thirty for the kids but uh, I thought you might like watching them.”

He’s a gentleman, and you agree to all his ideas.

Waiting until Thursday is something like torture, but you somehow make it to the end of your shift and go home to get dolled up for Johnny. It will be the first time he sees you not in a work outfit, and you want to impress him.

You’d noted how proud he looked of Winnie’s dress when she’d mentioned he’d bought it for her, and you think Johnny might have a thing for cutesy looks, so you find your sweetest dress. It’s still modest, and when you look in the mirror, you realize you sort of look like one of those cute elementary school teachers you’ve seen in movies.

Finishing the outfit off with red lipstick, you think it’s a happy medium, after all, you will be at a fair with lots of children running around.

Johnny picks you up from your house, pulling up next to the curb in an old black muscle car convertible that takes your breath away as you approach.

“Wow,” you whisper, looking between him and the vehicle he’s leaning against.

“I should be saying that to you,” Johnny grins, straightening and holding out his hands. “You look amazing. Can you do a little spin for me?”

You allow him to grab your hand, and he helps you do a twirl that makes your dress dance.

“Perfect,” he tells you. “I’ve always liked your work outfit, but this dress is something else.”

“Really?” you beam up at him, allowing the bear hybrid to pull you to his chest.

“Would I lie to you?” he asks.

You stare into his eyes, and after a moment’s consideration, you shake your head. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You almost think Johnny’s about to kiss you, but then he swallows thickly and turns his head away, looking at the road. “Should we get going?”

“Yes, please.”

He drives a little wilder than the calm persona he exudes when he’s in your shop, and you find yourself giggling as he races down streets. It feels exhilarating to be in a convertible, the warm summer air rushing past.

Johnny grins at you when you laugh, pushing the car even harder to bring you more joy.

You’re already completely dazzled by the bear hybrid by the time you get to the fair, and the night just keeps getting better and better.

He holds your hand as you walk through the crowd, and he even wins you a massive teddy bear at one of the fair games. His baseball skills are no joke, and he easily knocks down all the bottles, triumphantly holding the teddy out to you as his prize.

“For me?” you ask in shock, accepting the toy.

“Of course, everyone needs a Big Bear in their life,” he tells you, and the glint in his smile makes you think you’ve already found yours.

The two of you go on a few rides, with you clinging to Johnny’s side during rough twists and turns. He keeps you and the teddy bear safe, laughing while you scream in delight. It feels like being a kid again. It’s something you’ve never really experienced, being at a fair on a date with a cute guy who seems to want to give you the world.

It’s nine twenty before you even know it, and Johnny leads you to the ferris wheel.

“We should get to the top by the time the fireworks start,” he tells you before pulling out his wallet and stepping close to the teenage boy working the ride. “I’ll pay you twenty bucks to give us an extra five minutes at the top.”

“I can do that,” the teenager nods, quickly pocketing the bill before helping you both onto the ferris wheel. “Here, I’ll take care of the bear for you,” he says, as there’s no way you both will fit on the ride with the massive stuffed animal. The seats are for two adults, and Johnny pulls out another five to give to the attendant before sitting next to you.

The bar is secured in place, locking you in next to the bear hybrid who smoothly puts his arm behind you, laying it across the back of the seats. “It’s a nice night,” he tells you.

“A perfect night,” you agree. “I’m so happy you asked me to do this with you.”

“I’m happy you came,” he smiles. “I wasn’t sure if asking you out while you were at work was a good idea, but, I guess after seeing you interact with Winnie, I just couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.”

“Your niece is wonderful,” you breathe.

“She’s a good cub,” Johnny nods.

“Seeing as we’re going to be on this ride for a while, do you mind if I ask you some questions about yourself? We’ve spent the whole night doing things, and I don’t actually know that much about you.”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Let's start with what you do for work?”

Johnny laughs. “Any guesses?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re not a nine to five kind of guy-”

“I’m not,” he confirms.

“You dress so well, part of me wants to say you’re involved in fashion or something.”

“Good idea,” Johnny grins, “but unfortunately no, I’m not involved with any fashion work. I think my job is a hard one to guess, so I’ll just tell you. I run a club with a few close friends.”

“You run a club?” you blink at him.

“Don’t look so shocked, Bee,” Johnny smiles, and your heart does flip flops at the new pet name. “It’s a hybrid bar in midtown.”

“A hybrid bar,” you repeat.

“Humans are allowed in the front section, but we have a back that’s exclusive for hybrids. It’s a safe space for us, and I’m there a lot, especially during the weekends, keeping an eye on things,” he explains.

“Tell me about the friends you work with?”

“First, there’s Hyuck. He’s a pretty peculiar guy. Then there’s Renjun, and Yuta, he’s a wolf hybrid. But at this point, I’m friends with a lot of the workers too. We have this raven manager, Doyoung, and I love watching him run around like a stressed chicken with his head cut off-” Johnny smiles to himself. “You’ll have to come by sometime and meet them.”

“That would be nice,” you nod. “I mean, you’ve seen me at work so often, it would be interesting to see you in your own element.”

“Honestly, I’m not so sure the club is my element. It’s a good way to make money, and I don’t have to do much- it’s one of the perks of being a part owner. But if I had to choose between your store and the club, I think I’d rather be at the honey shop.”

“So you can watch me run around like a stressed chicken with my head cut off?” you tease.

“You always seem so put together,” Johnny tells you.

“That’s because you often show up when no one else is in the store. You should see what it’s like during a Saturday rush.”

The bear hybrid laughs. “Maybe I’ll have to pop by, then.”

You’re only halfway up the ferris wheel, and you’re a little surprised when a sudden loud pop marks the beginning of the fireworks. You tear your gaze from Johnny, focusing on the blue and green explosion that’s lighting up the dark sky.

“Wow, this view is amazing!” you exclaim.

“It is,” Johnny agrees, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that the charming man hasn’t stopped staring at you just yet. “I knew you’d like it here.”

He adjusts his arm behind you, finally resting his hand casually over your shoulder, and you immediately tuck yourself closer to the bear hybrid. His large body is so warm and comforting, and you enjoy the peaceful quiet that settles over you both as you watch the fireworks.

The ride moves, bringing you closer to the prime spot at the top of the ferris wheel. You can feel yourself getting giddier- you’ve never been on a date like this. Never experienced something this perfect.

“You’re cute,” Johnny says.

“I am?” You look at the bear hybrid next to you.

“Uh huh,” Johnny nods. “The way your eyes light up when you’re watching the fireworks- I’ve never seen anything prettier.”

“Stop, you’re such a charmer,” you blush, hiding your face against the crook of his neck.

“Just being honest,” he tells you, stroking your shoulder.

The ride begins to move again, and you pull away from Johnny to marvel at the view again.

From the top of the ferris wheel, you can see everything. The whole fairground is laid out below you, twinkling and brilliant. The fireworks are dazzling, filling the sky with colourful explosions.

You turn to Johnny and something comes over you. You want to say thank you, but the words themselves won’t suffice, so instead, you lean close, pressing your lips to his cheek. Johnny practically freezes, and when you pull away, you see a red lipstick stain on his skin.

Johnny turns his head to look at you, gaze darting down to your mouth-

Again, you’re hit with a surge of confidence, and this time, when you lean in, it’s not his cheek you’re aiming for.

Johnny’s lips are soft, gentle against your own, and then his hand comes up to cup your face. You don’t want to pull away. You can tell he doesn’t want you to either. His mouth parts, tongue gently teasing your bottom lip, and you let him deepen the kiss.

Your body is tingling with energy as you lean closer to him, grabbing at the front of his shirt. When your own tongue darts out to taste him, the bear hybrid lets out a groan, and you mirror it with a pleasured sound of your own.

A loud bang makes you jump a little in his embrace, and Johnny smiles against your lips, releasing your face so you can turn to admire the large firework that’s just been set off.

“John,” you breathe, “this is perfect.”

“It’s how I wanted our first kiss to be,” he muses. “As much as I wanted to kiss you when I picked you up, I knew waiting would have its rewards.”

So he wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him, and the thought has your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

You can’t help but press your lips to his again, smiling into the kiss while Johnny tugs you closer. His free hand slips down to your thigh, and you moan at how good it feels.

It’s shocking how just kissing Johnny is already doing so much to your body- as if some primal instinct is taking over.

You’re not sure how long you remain lip locked, but when the ride jolts into motion again, you break the kiss, laughing a little as you bury your face against his neck.

The bear hybrid holds you tighter, and you remain in his embrace for the rest of the ride.

When you reach the ground again, Johnny holds out a hand and helps you out of your seat. The teenage ride attendant gives Johnny the bear stuffie, and he carries it for you as you walk through the fairgrounds towards his car.

You’re amazed with how comfortable you are with Johnny, and the ride home is filled with as many speed fueled giggles as your drive to the fairground had been.

When you reach your house, Johnny even walks you to the door.

You kiss him again, loving the way that his size dwarfs your own. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, not wanting to let go. But all good nights must come to an end, and after a long makeout session, you finally pull away to catch your breath.

“When can I see you again?” Johnny asks.

“Monday?” you suggest.

“With Winnie?” The bear hybrid laughs. “Are you sure you’re not using me to get to my niece?”

You grin, enjoying his playful banter. “I was just thinking that you said you work most evenings on the weekend, and I work during the day, so our schedules are conflicting.”

“Right, yeah,” Johnny nods. “What are you doing Tuesday, after work?”

“You tell me.”

“Movies,” Johnny states. “I want to take you to the movies.”

“Is there anything good showing?”

“Probably,” he shrugs. “I figure anything will be good if you’re there with me.”

He’s such a sweet talker, and you give him a kiss, thanking him for the lovely evening. “I’ll see you Monday, John.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Why are you rushing, Uncle John?” Winnie asks as Johnny speeds down the street after picking her up from school.

“No reason,” he says, although it's partially a lie.

He’s excited to see you, even if it’s just for a short interaction while Winnie gets her honey fix. However, his niece is right, Johnny is going a little too fast, and it’s almost torture for him to slow down.

He all but hops out of the car when he parks in front of your shop, opening the back door for Winnie to exit the vehicle as well. They enter Queen B’s Honey with enthusiasm, although the cause of that enthusiasm is very different.

Winnie goes straight for the honey stick display, but Johnny’s much more focused on you. You’re restocking a few honey jars on a top shelf, wobbling a little on your stepping stool, and the bear hybrid is quick to rush to your aid.

“Hey there,” he breathes, steadying a hand on your waist. “Carefull, Bee.”

“Oh, hi, John,” you grin down at him.

“Hi, yourself,” he smiles, watching you put the last jar in its place.

You turn, resting your hands on his shoulders as you step down to the floor, and Johnny loves the way you’re so much shorter than he is. He could just eat you up-

“Hi, Winnie!” You wave at his niece over his shoulder.

“Hi!” she calls back, and when Johnny turns, he sees his little cub is already reaching to grab a few peach honey sticks from their jar. She’s occupied, and it gives Johnny the chance to talk to you one on one a little, something he’s very grateful for.

“How was your weekend?” he asks.

“Busy,” you laugh. “You?”

“Busy,” he grins. “Was thinking about you a lot.”

“You were, were you?” There’s a twinkle in your eye, and it all but bewitches the bear hybrid who still has a hand on your hip. “Did I really leave that good of an impression?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he confesses. “Were you thinking about me too?”

“More than I care to say,” you nod.

“Are we still on for that movie tomorrow?”

“Of course, unless you’ve changed your mind-”

“Never.”

“Uncle John!” Winnie’s voice snaps Johnny out of his daze, and he tears his gaze from your lips to look at his niece.

“Yeah, cub?”

“I can’t reach the cherry honey!”

“Oh no,” Johnny says in an animated fashion, letting go of your waist to go help Winnie. “We can’t have that, can we?” He lifts his niece up, helping her grab a handful of honey sticks. “Woah there cub, how many of these have you got already?”

“Just a few,” she insists, adding her new goodies to a hand already holding a large number of peach sticks.

“Just a few,” Johnny chuckles. It’s obvious that Winnie has forgotten her candy cap. “Can you count to twenty for me?”

“Just twenty?” Winnie whines.

“You know we’ll both get in trouble with your mom if you have any more than that.”

Winnie sighs with exasperation, putting a few of the cherry sticks back in their jar.

“There we go,” Johnny grins. “Just peach and cherry today?”

“They’re my favourites,” Winnie insists.

It’s a shame that his little cub doesn’t take longer choosing honey, as it means there’s less time with you, but Johnny also supposes that he shouldn’t be monopolizing on goodie time. He’ll get to see you tomorrow, even though it pains him to head to the till and say goodbye to you so soon.

“Have a wonderful day, you two,” you grin.

“We will,” Johnny promises. His day is already fantastic now that he’s seen you, and he’ll carry the memory of helping you off that stool for many hours to come. “Don’t work too hard.”

“No promises,” you wink.

God, you’re perfect.

“Don’t be mad,” Johnny says, which is not a great start to a call thirty minutes before he’s supposed to pick you up for your date, “but when Winnie heard I was going to the theater with you, she insisted on coming because there’s this new Disney movie that’s showing, and her mom jumped at the idea to have her own date night-”

You listen to the bear hybrid ramble with a smile on your face, and when he finishes, he asks you if you’re okay with Winnie tagging along. “I’d love for her to join us,” you tell him. “You know I adore Winnie.”

Johnny lets out a loud sigh on the other end of the line. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, you are. Very perfect. Thanks for understanding.”

Half an hour later Johnny’s at your door, but he’s not in the convertible muscle car. Instead, an SUV is waiting on the curb, and you see Winnie waving at you frantically through the window.

“You look amazing,” Johnny breathes, taking in your dress with a smile.

“You clean up well too, John,” you smile, enjoying the brown checkered pants and white shirt he’s wearing.

“I’m sorry about this-”

“Don’t be,” you assure him. “As I said on the phone, I’m happy for the little cub to join.”

“Yeah,” Johnny sighs. “This was supposed to be a date-”

“It can still be a date,” you tell him, and you truly mean it.

It’s obvious to you that Winnie is a big part of Johnny’s life, and if you’re going to be part of his world too, it only makes sense for you to embrace his family.

When you get into the car, Winnie is quick to say hello, and she’s practically bouncing in her seat in the back of the vehicle. “It is you!” she exclaims. “Uncle John told me you’d be coming, but I didn’t really believe him!”

“No?” you smile. “Why’s that, cub?”

“Because you’re a princess, and he’s just Uncle John!”

“Ouch,” Johnny laughs, slipping behind the wheel. “That hurts, Win.” He turns the key in the ignition, casting a glance at you. “Do we all have our seatbelts on?”

“Yes, John,” you smile, and your sentiment is echoed by Winnie in the back, “of course, Uuncle John!”

“Why?” he presses, looking over his shoulder at the child in the back seat.

“Because safety is the most important thing!” she all but yells, and you think this must be something of a ritual for the two of them. It’s sweet, and it makes you fall even harder for the bear hybrid.

“Can we turn on my music?” Winnie asks next.

“Of course, cub,” Johnny nods, reaching for the center console, fingers pausing over the play button. “That is, if Miss Bee doesn’t mind the Lion King soundtrack.”

“Not at all,” you assure him.

Music fills the car a moment later, as does Winnie’s high pitched singing voice. When it reaches the chorus of the song, even Johnny joins in, and you wonder how many times he’s listened to this sound track with his niece.

It’s a soft experience, and one you savor every second of as Johnny drives you to the theater.

Winnie insists on walking between you and Johnny when she exits the car, holding both of your hands and doing little jumps that force you and her uncle to lift her off the ground while she giggles.

Once inside, you wait in the concession line and Winnie tells you all about the movie you’re going to see. She’s a massive Disney fan, and you enjoy listening to her talk. You catch Johnny staring at you a few times, and he always flashes you a smile when you meet his eyes.

Johnny gets a large popcorn with extra butter, and when he hands it to Winnie, she notes, “This is as big as me!”

In the theater, Johnny’s adorable niece once again insists on sitting in the middle, and Johnny lets out a small sigh but doesn’t argue with his niece. When you take your seats, however, his arm immediately goes along the back of the chairs, and his fingers find the back of your neck, gently stroking your skin.

He smiles at you when you turn to look at him, giving you a small wink before he entertains Winnie with a discussion on what colour his tail would be if he was a mermaid. Winnie decides hers would be yellow, and when Johnny says his would be green, she insists his would be brown because he’s a brown bear hybrid.

“Does that make you a yellow bear?” Johnny questions teasingly.

“A honey bear,” Winnie corrects. “And Miss Bee would be pink.”

“Really?” Johnny’s brows raise. “And why’s that, cub?”

“Because she has a pretty pink soul,” the child smiles, looking up at you. “And also, your dress is pink, and I like it.”

“Thank you, Winnie, I like your dress too.”

Winnie kicks her feet happily and Johnny rubs his thumb along the back of your neck in small, warm circles.

The lights dim, the movie starts, and you find that you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself. It’s nice to have Johnny’s gentle touch, a constant reminder that - although you’re here with his niece - he’s still doing his best to be attentive to you.

The film flies by, and before you know it, the three of you are exiting the theater. Winnie is dragging her feet, obviously exhausted from a long day at school and an evening movie, so Johnny picks her up, holding her tight to his chest while she wraps her legs around his waist and all but passes out on his shoulder.

At the car, you help Johnny put Winnie into the back seat, and when he closes the door, he turns to you. “Thank you for all of this.”

“Stop thanking me,” you smile. “I enjoyed myself.”

“Me too.” His hands find your waist, and he tugs you closer- only for his phone to ring.

“Shit,” Johnny cusses, the first swear word you’ve heard from him. “One sec, it’s my sister.”

He answers the call, assuring Winnie’s mom that the movie went well and they’ll be home soon. When he hangs up, Johnny tugs you to his chest again, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips.

He seems reluctant to let you go, but he opens your car door for you all the same, shutting it gently behind you once you’re tucked inside.

The drive home is quiet, as Winnie has fully passed out in the back seat. Johnny’s hand is on your thigh, and you place your own on top of his, playing with his fingers.

When you reach your house, Johnny exits the car to walk you to your door, where he kisses you, cupping your face and taking your breath away.

“I want to see you again,” he says, still holding you close.

“I’d love that.”

“How about Thursday? The club usually isn’t that busy on Thursdays. You could come meet a few of my friends.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I think I’d like that.”

“Perfect,” Johnny leans in to kiss you again, and as much as you’d love to melt against him, you’re very aware that Winnie’s mom is waiting for her back home.

“Drive safe, please,” you say when you finally pull away.

“I always do.”

You laugh. “That’s debatable.”

“You just don’t trust my driving skills yet,” Johnny insists.

Before you can stop him, he gives you one final kiss goodbye, and when you watch him turn to walk back to his car, you find yourself wishing he didn’t have to leave.

On Thursday night, you face the dilemma of figuring out what to wear for your date with Johnny. The past two experiences had been fairly classic, with a fair adventure and a trip to the movies, both perfectly suitable locations to wear a cute dress. But tonight, you’re going to a club and you wonder how that should affect your clothing choice.

After much contemplation, and about ten different outfit try-ons, you decide to stick with your usual baby doll style. Johnny seems to like it when you dress cute for him, and you’re banking on the fact that the bear hybrid likes you for you, as opposed to the girls who frequent his club in all forms of scandalous attire.

You’re feeling a little anxious about visiting a hybrid bar, if you’re being honest with yourself. It’s not that you personally have anything against hybrids, you’re just used to only being around one or two at a time.

You suppose maybe this is how Johnny feels, being a hybrid in a human dominant world, and the thought makes you a little sad. He always gives off such an air of ease and calmness, as if he doesn’t have a bother in the world. You wonder what adversities he’s had to overcome to get to that mentality, or if he was simply born that way.

Before you know it, Johnny’s picking you up. The convertible muscle car is back, and you take a moment to appreciate him leaning against it on the curb.

He’s dressed up tonight, more so than usual. His dress pants are paired with a button up, and its black silky material is soft to the touch when he pulls you to his chest for a kiss. “You look perfect,” he tells you, pinching at your chin and looking you up and down. “My perfect little honey bee doll.”

“I’m happy you like my dress,” you grin, swaying your hips so the skirt picks up.

Johnny grabs your hand, giving you the space to help you twirl while he lets out a whistle of appreciation. “I always like your dresses,” he admits. “I like your jeans and white t-shirt work outfits, but, I mean…when you walked out on our first date in a dress, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Good, I can’t take my eyes off of you either.”

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into one last kiss before he opens the car door for you and helps you inside.

The ride is a peaceful one. He asks about your day, tells you about his own, and before you know it, you’re pulling up in front of his club. “You ready to meet my friends, gorgeous?” he asks, reaching over to give your hand a squeeze of reassurance.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you smile, leaning forward to kiss his cheek before exiting the car.

When you enter the club, with Johnny’s hand securely on the small of your back, it feels like any other bar you’ve been to. The staff are mostly hybrids, but you notice a few humans dressed in black too.

“It’s nice in here,” you tell him, beaming up at the man who makes you so eager to please.

“If you like this, wait till you see the back room,” Johnny grins, leading you past the bar.

“Oh,” you swallow thickly. “Didn’t you mention that the back is hybrid exclusive? Are you sure we should be going back there?”

“You have a good memory,” the bear nods. “It’s hybrid exclusive, but I'm a part owner, so I figure I can do what I want. Besides, this front section doesn’t have a VIP seating area, and my friends prefer to be in places where people can’t overhear us.”

“Are you planning on giving me some trade secrets, John?” You cock a brow and the bear hybrid laughs.

“Something like that.”

You reach the back door, where a bunny hybrid looks you up and down, his large, floppy ears twitching before his gaze shifts to Johnny. “Yuta said you’d be coming in tonight.”

You notice a puppy hybrid of sorts standing a few feet to the side, and his beautiful face is unreadable, his eyes fixed on you.

“Of course he did,” Johnny smiles at the bunny. “There’s not much Yuta can keep from you, is there, Markie?”

The bunny hybrid’s cheeks flare a cute shade of pink and he lets out a cough. “He’s uh… he’s waiting for you in VIP. Hyuck’s there too.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” Johnny says, applying a small amount of pressure onto your lower back which prompts you to step past Mark and through the open doorway.

Johnny was right about the hybrid exclusive section being nicer than the front, and you hurry to take it all in with your eyes. As you scan the space, it’s hard not to notice a few looks you get from people within the room.

You’re not sure if it’s because you’re with Johnny, or because you’re a human, but when your eyes catch the gaze of a man behind the bar with large, black raven wings, you get the feeling that it might be the latter.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” you ask, tucking closer to Johnny’s side.

“Definitely,” Johnny nods, leading you toward a set of stairs that leads to the VIP section. “Especially up here.” He takes your hand as you ascend, and you see a booth with two men sitting in it.

One has white hair to match his ashy wolf ears, and you think this must be the Yuta that Johnny has mentioned to you. The other man has his back to you, and you don’t see any obvious hybrid markings.

Johnny hadn’t mentioned much about this ‘Hyuck’ friend of his, other than him being peculiar, and you begin to wonder if Hyuck might be human like you. It would definitely make you feel more comfortable.

“Hey, guys,” Johnny greets his friends as you come to a stop in front of the table. “How’s it going?”

Both the men turn to look at you, and like the hybrids at the door, their gaze shifts down and then back up. The wolf is the first to stand, pulling out of the booth to shake your hand.

“I’m Yuta, and you must be the honey girl,” he flashes you a smile complete with sharp canines that glint in the light. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?”

“Johnny has been talking about you for months,” Hyuck breathes, but he doesn’t stand. “It was good to hear he finally grew some balls-”

“Hyuck,” Johnny groans, a warning in his tone. “Be nice.”

“You love bears probably want to sit next to each other,” Yuta says, slipping into the booth next to his friend and giving you the other side of the bench.

“Thanks,” Johnny nods, allowing you to sit first before he moves next to you, his arm immediately taking its place behind your shoulders. “Have you two been here long?”

Hyuck shakes his head, playing with the glass of amber liquid in front of him, but it’s Yuta who speaks. “Not long,” he assures you both, obviously the more talkative of the two. “Hyuck was here before me though, something about fucking his girlfriend in the staff bathroom-”

Hyuck grins mischievously and you wonder if this is a common occurrence for him.

“Does your girlfriend work here?” you ask, hoping to get into Hyuck’s good graces.

“Yeah,” his gaze shifts to the dance floor below. “She’s the sexy little bunny running around in that cute black dress.”

“She’s very pretty,” you smile.

“It runs in her family,” Yuta comments.

You’re confused for a moment before Johnny is leaning in close to your ear, “the bunny at the door, Mark, is her brother.”

“Oh,” you blink as you look at the men in front of you. “So you’re dating siblings?”

“I wouldn’t call what Yuta does with Mark dating-” Hyuck grins, earning an elbow in the ribs from the wolf on his side.

Johnny lets out a chuckle. “They’re both being very bad club owners, if you ask me.”

To be fair, both Yuta and Hyuck seem like the types to date their workers, but you suppose you shouldn’t hold that against them. These are Johnny’s friends, and you’re not about to start judging them now.

“So, Hyuck,” you look at the man across from you. “I can’t help but notice you don’t have any uh… any hybrid marks? Let me know if I’m being too forward, but are you human, or?”

Hyuck scoffs. “Definitely not.”

“And before you ask,” Yuta buts in, “his hybrid type is classified information.” The wolf flashes you a wink, and you suppose you should drop the topic. However, you can’t help the pang of anxiety that clutches your heart when you realize you truly are the only human in this back room.

“Johnny,” you look at the bear sitting next to you. “Are you really sure I should be here?”

“It’s fine-” Johnny goes to assure you again, but you can tell from the darkening of Hyuck’s gaze that maybe he doesn’t agree.

Before you can say anything else, Hyuck’s bunny hybrid girlfriend shows up. She smiles at Johnny, asking if he wants the usual, but when her eyes move to you, and you see her nose do a small wiggle, you realize she’s clocking you as a human.

“And what can I get your friend?” the bunny asks, and you’re thankful that she’s still being polite to you, but you can’t shake the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Actually, I think maybe I need some air,” you admit, taking a deep breath.

You suddenly feel very claustrophobic, and it might have to do with being surrounded by predatory hybrids. You don’t know what Hyuck is, exactly, but you’re sure he’s something big, because he acts like he’s got the biggest cock in the room.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asks, standing up from the booth to give you the space to escape your seat.

“Yeah, I just need to go outside for a moment,” you shake your head, turning to apologize to his friends before moving past the bunny hybrid and walking back down the stairs.

You can hear Johnny following you, but you’re in something of a rush as you weave through hybrids staring you down on the dance floor. When you get to the door leading to the front section, Mark stops you with a hand on your forearm. “Are you okay?” he asks, looking genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine, thank you-”

Johnny appears behind you, taking control of the situation as he tells Mark, “She just needs some air.”

The bunny hybrid lets you go, and you scurry to the front door, finally making your escape onto the street where you feel like you can finally take a breath.

Johnny stands two feet away from you, watching you with an empathetic expression. He gives you time to take a few deep inhales before reaching for your hand and pulling you to his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m probably overreacting-”

“You’re not,” he assures you, cupping your face and giving you a soft smile.

“I just… I feel like… everyone should have a safe space, you know? And I worry that, as a human, being in that back section was sort of like… invading the sanctity of your hybrid only zone. I’m really sorry, John, but I’m not sure if I can go back in there.”

“That’s okay,” he nods. “Maybe I was being…” he searches for the word, “presumptuous tonight. I wanted you to meet my friends, but I didn’t think too hard about how you might feel in that environment. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you shake your head. “I’m sorry-”

“Well we can’t both be sorry,” Johnny grins. “So maybe neither of us should be. Maybe tonight just didn’t work out, but that’s okay.”

“Really?” Relief floods your system as you look up into Johnny’s soft brown eyes.

“Really,” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “What do you say about going somewhere else?”

“Somewhere else?”

“How about my place?” he suggests. “I was planning on inviting you after this, but we could go there now if you want. No pressure though.”

You take a deep breath before you find yourself nodding. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good.” His thumb smooths by your cheek.

“Do you have to go back inside to say goodbye to your friends? I feel bad about making them come down here to meet me only to run away-”

“Trust me, those two would be here watching their bunnies even if we didn’t come out tonight. I’ll just send them a text and explain the situation. We can always meet them another night, at another bar.”

“And you’re sure they won’t hate me?”

“I don’t think anyone could ever hate you, Bee. You’re much too sweet for that kind of reaction.” Johnny smiles. “In fact, I bet Hyuck will be impressed.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you care so much about the sanctity of the hybrid zone. Much more than I do.”

“You really think your friends will be alright?”

“Without a doubt.” He leans down to press another sweet kiss to your lips, but this one lingers. When he finally pulls away, you’re left wanting more, but he’s already reaching behind himself to open the door to his car for you. “Let’s go, gorgeous. My house is nicer than this place anyways.”

Johnny’s right about his house, it’s much nicer than the club. You guess you shouldn’t be shocked that he’s got a place just out of town, nestled amongst the trees of the forest. It’s a sleek place to live, and you admire the wood detailing of the upgraded cabin like exterior.

“This is a big house,” you muse, as you follow Johnny up the stone steps.

“Too big for me, I think,” he admits. “But it was one of the only places I could find with acreage in the forest, and I wanted a space that felt like home, you know? Winnie loves it here, some nights she sleeps over and we have a fire in the back with s’mores, other days I take her on some of the hiking trails- my land connects with the national forest, and we’ve got easy access to one of the better hiking paths in the park.”

Your heart melts a little. You know Johnny is a fabulous uncle, but you hadn’t realized the true extent of it.

“I love how close you are with Winnie,” you admit. “It can be rare to find a single guy who’s so doting on his younger family members.”

“Then I’m glad we found each other,” Johnny grins. “I’ve had ex’s in the past who would get mad about the time I spend with Winnie, but not you. I really did appreciate how well you took her date crashing that other night.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t a problem. I had a wonderful time.”

Johnny flashes you a grin as he lets you into his house, and you marvel at the interior being as lovely as the outside had been.

“Wow…it feels even bigger inside,” you note. “Will you give me a tour?”

“Of course,” Johnny tosses his keys down on an entryway table, grabbing your hand to begin showing you around.

The lower level has a state of the art kitchen with french doors that open to the outside deck, and Johnny tells you about the barbecues he hosts here. “We even had a family reunion out back two years ago,” he admits. “I’ve got extra rooms, so my grandparents stayed here, and a few of my aunts and uncles- it was a really good time.”

“That sounds like a wonderful reunion,” you smile, enjoying how deep his love for family truly runs.

There’s a large dining room, and a living room with glass windows giving views to the forest. In the corner there’s even a toy chest, and Johnny explains how he bought so many things for Winnie through the years that he just started keeping some at his own house for the time she’d be here with him.

You love that he’s not a man afraid to share his space with a six year old, even if the toy chest does stand out amongst the other furnishings.

The second level is where the bedrooms are, and Johnny lets you peek into Winnie’s room, where there are even more toys overflowing in baskets.

Two more guest bedrooms brings the grand total of sleeping locations to a whopping four, and you can’t help but ask the question that’s on your mind. “Do you think you’d ever want to raise a family here? You’ve got more than enough space for it.”

“Oh, definitely,” Johnny nods. “Some days, when I’m here alone, I think about how much nicer it would be to have a few of my own cubs running around…” he licks his lips, pausing to look at you. “I don’t think we’ve ever talked about whether or not you’d want to have kids.”

“But I’m sure you can guess my answer,” you smile.

Johnny nods, grinning. “I bet you’d love to be a mom, and you’d be good at it, too.”

“Thank you,” you feel heat rising in your skin. “I guess my affection for kids is hard to hide, huh?”

“It’s sweet,” he tells you, “just another one of those perfect attributes of yours.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you melt against him, enjoying the warmth of his body.

When Johnny moves away, you’re in something of a daze, and you blink up at him.

“Saved the best room for last,” he tells you, reaching down to take your hand and lead you down the hallway to the final door.

His room truly is the most impressive of them all, a master bedroom if you’ve ever seen one. With floor to ceiling windows along an entire wall, and a large space fitting a bed as well as a seating area, tv and fireplace, you think you could be very satisfied spending a lot of time here.

“Wow, John,” you let out a breath. “I can’t believe this is real, I can’t believe you actually live here-”

“So you like it?” he questions, pressing his body against your back and wrapping his arms around you, head on your shoulder. “My bear cave?”

“If this is a cave, I never want to go back to a real house,” you laugh.

“I might hold you to that,” Johnny says, voice low.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of being in his embrace. And that’s when you feel something hard beginning to press against your bum.

You swallow thickly, leaning back against him while you gain your courage. You know Johnny’s not the type to force anything on you, and something tells you that if you don’t make this first move, you might miss your chance.

Turning in his arms, you look up into Johnny’s chocolate brown eyes. Then you’re kissing him, putting all the passion that’s been brewing into the meeting of your lips. You thread your fingers through his soft hair, eager to get close to him, closer than you’ve ever been before.

You can definitely feel the outline of his cock against your abdomen now, and his hands reach down to find your hips, anchoring you to the front of his body while his tongue glides against your own.

“John,” you moan when his lips move to your neck, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” His tongue grazes your sweet spot and you shiver in his embrace, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him.

“More than I’ve ever needed anything,” you tell him, meaning it with all of your heart.

With a groan, Johnny reaches down, grabbing your ass and prompting you to jump so you can wrap your legs around his hips. In just a few steps, he can lower you to his bed, and you expect him to follow, to press you against the mattress with his large body-

But instead, he pulls away, looking down at you with dark eyes filled with lust. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, reaching down to play with the bottom of your dress. “I’ve been dreaming about how you’ll taste on my tongue.”

Your pussy throbs at the idea, and you gaze up at him with a body alight in anticipation. “Then… then you should taste me, John.”

The bear hybrid lets out another groan, and then he’s falling to his knees on the edge of the bed, large hands grabbing at your legs to pull you closer.

His lips find your calf, and then your knee. When his face is between your thighs, his pretty ears brush your skin and make you shiver.

“Ticklish?” he grins, continuing to pepper your thighs with soft kisses.

“Very,” you confirm, reaching down to pull the skirt of your dress higher, revealing your underwear to the man between your legs.

“Shit, Bee,” Johnny says, voice shaky as he looks at your core. “You’re soaked through your panties,” at first, his words make heat rise through your body, embarrassment- but then Johnny’s taking a deep breath, and he looks up at you when he comments, “It’s so hot.”

His hands grab at your hips, and in one motion, he’s pulled your pussy to his mouth, tongue pressing against the light pink fabric of your underwear.

It feels amazing, but it’s also such a tease- you can feel the wetness of his own tongue, but it’s just out of reach.

“Johnny, please,” you whimper, pushing your hips forward, wanting more-

His nose brushes by your clit and your legs shake on his shoulders, a gasp of pleasure leaving you as you throw your head back and close your eyes.

His fingers hook in your panties, and it’s a relief when he finally pulls them down your legs, discarding them over his shoulder before diving into your pussy. This time, there’s no fabric in his way, and his tongue licks at you directly, a sensation that drives you completely wild.

“John, it’s so good-” you groan, feeling the need to praise the man who pushes his tongue into your core.

He moans in response, and the vibration has your body tingling. You could get lost in something like this, and you can already feel your mind going practically blank. All that matters is the here and now, you and Johnny.

His nose brushes your clit again and a squeal of delight escapes you, your hands flying to grab at his soft hair and fuzzy ears. “John-”

He pulls his tongue out of your wet hole, licking a full stipe of your pussy before he begins to circle your clit, and you swear you’re in heaven.

You can feel tension building in the pit of your stomach, and you know you’re not going to last long like this. No one’s ever eaten you out before with such vigor, such a need to have you like putty in his hands, and you’re more than happy to comply. In fact, you don’t think you’ll be able to help yourself.

His lips suction around your clit and your legs shake on his shoulders, your grip tightening in his hair, which only makes him groan again. You gasp at the feeling, pushing your hips up, needing more contact-

“I’m close,” you whisper, pussy throbbing as he worships your most sensitive spots.

Suddenly, you feel something else, a finger slipping into your tight hole, and you let out another sound of pleasure. One digit becomes two, and they crook up expertly, reaching a spot that has you crying out.

“That’s it,” Johnny says, pulling just off your pussy, breath teasing your entrance. “I want you to cum, Bee. Want you to cum so bad-”

You let out a strangled gasp from the praise, and when his lips return to your clit, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, you know you’re going to be a goner.

You pull on his hair, legs shaking as you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. When Johnny growls, the vibrations are enough to send you over, and your pussy clamps down on his fingers, whole body overcome with pleasure that brings a tear to your eye due to the intensity of it all.

He continues his motions, helping you through your high until you’re wiggling in his gasp. His free hand smooths against your abdomen, keeping you still while his tongue and fingers begin to slow.

When he pulls his mouth away, you can finally take a full breath, shuddering in the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“You’re just like you were in my dreams,” Johnny tells you, pulling his fingers from your core to suck on. He lets out a groan at your taste. “Sweeter than honey.”

You shouldn’t be in love with Johnny only after three dates, but with lines like this one, you know you most definitely are. In the after haze or your orgasm, you can’t even find it within yourself to care that he has you wrapped around his finger.

“Johnny,” you whisper his name, opening your eyes to look at the man who’s now standing by the edge of the mattress. “Need you now.”

“Let me just grab condoms,” he tells you, heading for the bedside table while tugging his shirt off.

Your pussy throbs just at the sight of him. He’s so big and built and bear-like, in the best possible way-

He undoes his pants, pulling out a condom package that he opens with his sharp teeth. Part of you thinks you should be getting naked too, especially when his briefs come down to join the pants on the floor, but as you watch him roll the rubber onto his large cock, you think maybe he’d enjoy it if the dress stays on… for just a little longer.

When Johnny turns to join you on the bed, you pat the space next to you. He quirks a brow, but follows through, falling flat onto his back. You take the opportunity to mount him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips while you adjust your skirts, letting them fall over you both delicately.

“You can take this off of me in a minute,” you tell him, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “but you’ve always told me how much you like my dresses, so I thought-”

“You look amazing,” Johnny confirms, grabbing at your hips and urging you to grind down against his cock, which is caught between your bodies. “My cute princess.”

“My big bear,” you smile, lips moving to his neck while you continue to swivel your hips.

Johnny lets out a groan of appreciation and you kiss him again, tasting yourself on his tongue. You reach under your dress, wrapping your fingers around his cock and squeezing, which earns another moan from the man who makes such perfect sounds.

“How am I going to fit this inside of me?” you ask.

“You can go slow,” he assures you, already panting from your hand alone.

You pull away from his lips, sitting up straight and lifting yourself so you can adjust him beneath you. As you begin to lower yourself on his cock, you find yourself moaning desperately from just the head and the way it stretches you out so well.

You’ve taken some well endowed men before, and the tactic that always worked was small bounces, allowing your pussy to get used to the intrusion as you slowly work your way to fullness. However, Johnny’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had.

“Relax,” he tells you, rubbing circles on your hips through your dress. “Take your time, princess.”

But you don’t want to take your time, you want him inside of you, completely. You want to feel him everywhere, and soon, you’re fully sinking down on his cock, eagerly bending over to press your lips to his again while you both moan at the feeling.

You begin to ride him, thighs straining with the effort, but the reward is worth the muscle ache, and you get lost in the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Johnny begins to meet your thrusts, abdominal muscles flexing with effort while his tongue invades your mouth and he eats up your sweet sounds.

“As much-” Johnny breaks your kiss, gasping. “As much as I like your dress, I want to see you.”

You straighten again, easily pulling the fabric from your body so all that’s left is your bra. You begin to reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, but Johnny beats you to it, sitting up and easily removing the last piece of clothing keeping you from him.

“Shit,” Johnny groans, cupping one of your breasts with his large hand while his lips find your other nipple. His teeth graze the sensitive bud and you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair while your pussy clenches around his cock.

Johnny moans beneath you, pulling his mouth from your breasts. He looks up at you with a wildly desperate expression. “Can I take over?” he asks, breathless. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

“Please.” No sooner is the word out of your mouth than his hand is securing around the small of your back and he’s rolling you both, pressing you down against the mattress as his large body dwarfs your own.

“If it’s too much, let me know,” Johnny tells you, swallowing thickly while gazing down at your form. “I can be rough sometimes, even if I don’t mean to be.”

“I’m sure I’ll be okay,” you smile, cupping his face. “I’ve never actually said this before but… Big Bear, break my back like a glowstick.”

Johnny laughs. “You got it, Bee.”

His lips find your neck, and you close your eyes, grabbing at his strong shoulders as his hips begin to move.

Now that he’s on top, he’s somehow fucking you even deeper than before, and each glide of his cock against your inner walls has your toes curling in pleasure.

He sucks on your sweet spot, making you gasp as his movements get rougher and rougher, the bed beginning to rock from the force of his thrusts.

“John,” you whimper, body alight from the feeling of him, “Don’t stop-”

He only grins, fucking you harder, one hand lifting your leg higher on his hip so his cock can hit a spot deep inside of you that has you gasping-

“Oh my god-”

“Close already, Bee?” Johnny chuckles.

“You just feel so good,” you tell him.

You’ve never experienced anything like this, and you’re not sure if it’s due to his big cock, his ability to use it, or the fact that you actually sort of love the guy you’re literally making love to.

“That makes two of us,” Johnny says, kissing you again and taking your breath away.

You try to focus on his lips, to slow the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, but it’s hard to distract from the cock that's splitting you open like nothing ever has before.

“Shit,” your bear hybrid breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against the crook of your neck, “If you keep making sounds like that, I’m not going to last long-”

“Me neither,” you confess, although he already knew that. “John… you’ll cum with me, right?”

“How could I ever say no to you?” he groans, fingers flexing against your hips. “You’re already so tight, if you cum, I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself.”

You moan at his words, stroking your fingers across his strong back. “Please, I’m so close-”

The bear hybrid practically growls, and the sound goes straight to your core, making you throb around his cock.

“You feel so good, I’m going insane-” you continue your praise, as every time you speak, he somehow fucks you harder. You’re not quite sure where he’s getting his stamina from, but you’ll never be one to complain about it.

Johnny lets go of your hip, and then he’s pushing his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.

A strangled moan escapes you at the contact, your eyes clenching shut as your body is suddenly teetering on the edge-

“Cum for me, Bee,” he pants against your throat, “I can’t hold it any longer.”

Your entire body tenses as pleasure erupts through you, muscles screaming at how good everything feels. Gasping sounds slip past your lips, and you hold onto Johnny’s shoulders tightly, mind completely blank as the most intense orgasm of your life overtakes you.

The bear hybrid lets out groans of his own, hips twitching as he fills the condom, fucking you through all the pleasure. When he kisses you, you’re already breathless, and his lips don’t help the situation. You’re completely overwhelmed by Johnny, and you’ve never loved anything more.

As you come down from your highs, his thrusts slow, and he stills on top of you, cock buried deep in your pussy while you both catch your breaths.

“Wow,” Johnny says, laughing a little to himself as his kisses move to your neck again. “That was even better than my dreams.”

“You’ve been dreaming about me a lot, haven’t you, Big Bear?” you grin, tracing nothings on his shoulders.

“More than I care to admit.” He swallows thickly. “And something tells me the dreams will only continue.”

“They better,” you smile up at him when he pulls away from your throat.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

With one last kiss to your lips, Johnny rolls off of you and stands up. You can’t help but watch him as he heads to the ensuite bathroom. His body is the most perfect thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing and experiencing.

You take a few breaths while you wait for him to come back, trying to ground yourself.

After the bathroom, Johnny heads into his walk-in closet, coming out a moment later in a pair of black briefs. “I got you a shirt,” he says, holding it out for you. “As much as I love that dress, I think this might be more comfortable for you.”

“Thanks, Big Bear,” you grin, taking it and putting it on. The fabric swallows you up, and you smile at how good it feels to be wearing his clothes.

“I was thinking…” he sits on the bed next to you, hand smoothing up your thigh, “I’m pretty hungry after that workout. Can I make us something to eat?”

“I’d love that,” you say, sitting up.

“Good,” he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet before finding your panties on the floor. “Here, you might want these too.”

You laugh, accepting the underwear and bending over to slip them on.

“So what’s on the menu, chef?” you ask, following him out of the bedroom.

“Well, I know it’s not much, but I was thinking avocado toast.”

“Sounds perfect,” you grin, padding down the stairs after him to the main floor.

In the kitchen, you take a seat at the large island table, watching him as he heads to the fridge and pulls out a few ingredients.

You’re once again struck by how wonderful the silences can be with John. There’s no pressure to fill them with words, and you can simply relax while you watch your Big Bear hybrid work.

His muscles are particularly enthralling as he pulls out a knife and opens the avocado, setting half of it down before he begins to peel off the skin.

“Look at you go,” you smile, “opening that bad boy like a pro.”

Johnny flashes you a look and then lets out a laugh. “I used to absolutely brutalize avocados,” he confesses. “Yuta’s dad owns a sushi restaurant in Japan, so he knows how to do all this cooking stuff. The first time he saw me open one of these he nearly had an aneurysm.”

“Was it that bad?”

“I used to leave the peel on, slice it up, and then try to scoop it out with a spoon,” Johnny grins at the memory. “So yeah, pretty bad.”

You’d never have guessed Johnny would have had such humble beginnings with knife wielding, but you suppose everyone starts somewhere.

You enjoy watching his hands while he works, laying the peeled avocado flat while he slices it in perfect chunks. He’d put bread in the oven at the start, and as he finishes up with the avocado, he pulls the pan of toast out, the colour a nice golden brown.

“Do you make this sort of thing often?” you ask.

“Often enough,” Johnny nods. “Winnie likes her avocados almost as much as her honey.” He places the green slices on the bread, using a fork to press them down before he grabs salt and pepper.

“Can’t wait to try it,” you grin.

“There’s just one last ingredient though,” Johnny tells you, finding a jar of honey sitting on the counter. You watch as he drizzles the golden liquid on top of the avocado, and you can’t help but find the bear hybrid incredibly charming. “There we go,” he smiles, putting all the pieces onto a plate before coming around the table to join you on the bar stools.

“Cheers,” you say, holding up one slice for Johnny to gently touch with his own.

“To the bears, the bees, and the honey that connects them,” he muses.

“To us,” you agree, picking up on the metaphor.

You know that there’s technically nothing special about avocado toast, but it’s still one of the best things you’ve eaten in ages, and you find yourself groaning after the first bite.

“Is it really that good?” Johnny laughs, watching your expressions with a smile.

“Better than good,” you confirm. “If running a club doesn’t work out, you could always be a chef.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Johnny nods with a smile. “You haven’t even tried my barbecue yet.”

“Something tells me you know how to handle your meat.”

The bear laughs at your comment, and you realize too late the sexual connotation of your words.

“I didn’t mean-” you go to correct yourself, but you end up face palming instead, letting out a groan.

“You’re too cute,” Johnny assures you, resting a hand on your knee. “Hey, listen, if you want me to drive you home, I can, but… how would you feel about staying the night?”

“Really?” you blink at him.

He nods. “Really.”

“I think I’d love that,” you admit.

“Perfect, then it’s settled. Mi casa es su casa.”

You smile at the notion of his house being your house. “Since when did you speak Spanish?”

“There’s still a lot you don’t know about me.” His thumb rubs circles on your thigh.

“Well,” you reach down to cover his hand with your own, “I can’t wait to find out more.”

Johnny had closed the blinds last night, so when you wake up in a literal man cave, you kind of want to see the sun. However, Johnny looks so peaceful lying next to you, his plump lips just slightly parted, his fluffy ears twitching from whatever is happening in his dream land- and you think it would be a shame to wake him so abruptly to the light.

You take the time to appreciate him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to end up where you are now. You’d always had a crush on him, but you’d never expected it to be anything more.

You’re so happy that he’d felt the same way you had. If he’d never made a move and asked you out, well- you don’t want to think about that.

When you shift ever so slightly, Johnny’s eyes open, and he squints at you, letting out a groan. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice gruff from sleep.

“I’m perfect,” you tell him. “Are you waking up now?”

“It’s too early,” Johnny grunts, pulling you closer and burrowing his face in your neck.

“I guess I’m used to waking up at this time,” you note.

“Do you have to go? Is there work?”

“I’m thinking of calling in sick, that is… if you want me to spend the day with you.”

“Fuck, yes please.” His breath is hot against your throat.

“I’m just going to step out to make the call, and when I come back, do you mind if I open these blinds? I know this is your bear cave and all, but if you’re going to sleep a little longer, I’d love some light to read a book or something.”

Johnny only groans, but you take it as an affirmative as you untangle yourself from his grasp.

Five minutes later, the room is lit with sunshine and you’re slipping into bed next to him again. Your family has always been extra close with the owner of Queen B’s Honey, so calling in had been simple, and you’re excited about what your day with Johnny will bring.

You’ve found a book to read, some fiction off Johnny’s bookshelf, and when you get under the covers, Johnny is quick to cuddle up next to you again. “Can I put my head in your lap?” he asks, voice as groggy as ever.

“Of course, Big Bear,” you smile, adjusting to allow him to curl up next to you. He lets out a deep breath once he’s settled, and you smooth your hands through his hair, gently scratching at the base of his ear.

Johnny lets out a deep groan. “Feels good.”

He falls asleep just seconds later, and you continue stroking him while you read.

Time flies by, and you’re not sure how long you’ve been reading when Johnny finally wakes up again. He lets out a soft groan, cuddling closer to your side. “Good morning.”

“Hi, sleepy bear.”

“I had dreams about you,” he says softly.

“You did?”

“Uh huh,” his hand strokes by your thigh.

“What happened in your dream?” you press, gently scratching his fluffy ear.

Johnny lets out a laugh. “Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it.”

“Was it something bad?”

“Something good,” he confirms. “It involved a few cubs running around.”

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. “Wow, John, I didn’t know you were really thinking that far ahead in the future for us.”

“I can’t help it,” he confesses, rolling onto his back to look up at you. “I know we’ve only had a few dates, but… well, I’ve been into you for months. It’s at a point where I don’t even really look at other girls, and I’m fine if you don’t want to be exclusive or anything-”

“Who said I don’t want to be exclusive?”

A lazy smile covers Johnny’s face, and he sits up, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You really want to give this a try?”

“I’d be stupid not to, don’t you think?”

“I mean… I’ve met girls who will only see me as a hybrid, as someone to mess around with for a little while before finding a human partner again. I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t see a future for us.”

“Oh, John,” you shake your head, “I’m not like those other girls.”

“I guess not,” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You feel so blessed to be able to give this a shot with Johnny, a real shot. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, and as he pulls you into his arms, you have a feeling that everything is going to work out better than either of you could possibly imagine.

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🔮 preview. “Give me a sec and I’ll pull off to a residential street,” he tells you, flicking his turn signal on. “It will take a minute or two longer to get home, but something tells me you won’t mind.” He’s literally the perfect man, and you’re working to get his zipper undone the moment you’re off the main road. Johnny lifts his hips, helping you tug his jeans down just enough to get at your prize.

cw/ tw. Exhibitionism, blowing Johnny while he drives, hand job, sex outside in the forest on a car, car sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, quickie, etc… I pet names: (hers) Bee, Princess. (his) Big Bear, John.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2k I teaser wc. 350

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!reader

bonus

Going to a baseball game is one of your favourite family outings. Between you, Johnny, his sister, and his sister’s husband, the four adults can handle the four cubs that run around you like excitable little rascals at all times.

Hotdogs and popcorn are cheap, and Winnie, as the oldest of the group of kids, spends the whole game explaining what’s happening to your sons, who are much too young to care about baseball.

You and Johnny sit on either side of Winnie, each holding a wiggling three year old twin in your arms. Winnie’s mom and her dad are in the row just in front of you, their own two year old in their grasp.

“So now,” the nearly ten year old Winnie explains to the toddler in your arms, “the bases are fully loaded, and the game is almost over, so the guy with the big bum has to make this hit-”

Johnny murmurs the name of the player up to bat, but Winnie ignores him. She has names for each man on the pitch, and it just so happens that the man swinging has the biggest butt.

The crack of the ball against the bat alights the stadium in cheers as everyone at their bases begin to run, and Johnny stands, holding his toddler while he watches. His baseball cap is backward, but it’s still clear by the jersey he’s wearing that he’s a home pitch superfan. “Go, go, go!” he screams. “Run, butt guy, run!”

You love him, and your perfect family.

You stand too, as this last run of the game is important to your evening plans. If your home team wins, Johnny’s sister will take your twins for the night and give you and Johnny some alone time. However, if her away team wins, you and Johnny are on babysitting duty.

“Go, butt guy! Go!” Winnie cheers, and you find it almost comical how the little girl has no clue that she’s helping cheer on the odds of her sweet Uncle John getting laid.

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The center of The Universe

tw yandere / unhealthy behaviour

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: modern au (implied), yandere au

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: manipulation, idolisation, mention of forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, obsession

⚠ nsfw under "nsfw"

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): yandere! Tanjirou Kamado x yandere (variable)! Reader

♡ delusional ♡ clingy ♡ obsessive

♡ Tanjirou is a type of delirious and sweet yandere who constantly coos over you and snuggles closer, asking "what do you want to eat?" and "aren't you cold?", which often makes him too intrusive.

Everyone actually likes him because of his "heart of gold" and social intelligence, so you won't feel any significant negativity or antipathy towards him at first, and over time you will start to get used to it. He begins with an innocent but excessive courtship, which over time becomes darker and more disturbing, but does not cease to be innocent.

Tanjirou is like a prince charming (at least, he tries to evoke only such associations), and even his desperate love you can find it kind of cute. Although he is a little too caught up in his feelings, but he is almost safe for you and wants the best.

And if you can ignore the sick gleam in his eyes and the constant presence, you can definitely play the self-delusion "he just loves me very much; after all, we are having a candy-bouquet period!".

Even if this is the "period" you had ten years ago, and now you are happily married with a bunch of kids / pets.

♡ Even though he is in love, Tanjirou is still awkward in courting and expressing his feelings, so he is prone to extreme forms of worship and bigotry, including with temples in your honor (you don't want to know what's in that closet, [Y/n]) and the behavior of a "good wife".

He cooks you food and sweets, monitors your well-being, is always ready to give you really good advice (as long as it does not concern your romantic relationship), provides you with excellent emotional support and sighs in love whenever he sees or thinks about you.

There is no one in the world who would be so perfect a "wife" for you.

♡ Tanjirou doesn't believe that you should inevitably have twenty children, ten cats, and five hamsters; after all, he respects your wishes as long as they don't become an obstacle to your relationship. But talking about family is inevitable.

About what your future will be like, or how your family will be arranged from the inside. Do you want children or do you prefer pets? Or maybe you don't want to have anyone but him? What do you think about your work? Or do you want to stay at home? Will you go on studying?

Tanjirou needs to know everything to create the perfect scenario.

He also often makes you promise that you will never leave him, that you love him very much and that you will definitely become a family, otherwise he becomes sad, and you definitely do not want Tanjirou to be sad.

It always ends badly.

♡ Tanjirou does not feel romantic moments well, does not know how to build deep emotional connections, and feels threatened by any of your intimacy with others. What if you find someone better than him?

He can't let that happen.

Any interaction you have with others that cannot be classified as "platonic" or "safe" should be interrupted. This does not apply to family or friends; Tanjirou respects you and your boundaries to a certain extent, but if you pay more attention to them than to him, Tanjirou will be jealous and suspicious.

Aren't you family? Then why do you need strangers? Strangers only spoil the family. His parents have never had close relationships with strangers and live happily and in love. They are such a good example for your family.

You, too, will live happily and in love.

For his part, Tanjirou is also willing to sacrifice those relationships and connections that do not suit you. After all, he doesn't want you to be disappointed in him, to doubt his loyalty or his love. Such doubts always make him ill.

In addition, there is no one who can even try to compete in his fixation on you.

♡ Tanjirou can't build and deepen a relationship properly, and all his first attempts to get closer to you remain on the level of stalking, "nervous" distance cuts and obvious awkwardness when you are alone, although he assures you that he loves your company.

He enjoys your closeness, but at the same time, does not know what he needs to do next to maintain this atmosphere or even deepen it.

If you are also "non-passionate", then this will not be a minus — Tanjirou does not mind building a romantically calm relationship as long as you remain a family.

But if you are on the more "bright" side, then it will be very pleasant for Tanjirou, but you may feel disappointed, since his romance looks like "care, gifts, service"; he does not know how to create passion. But he clearly enjoys it when you express your love in a more raw way, and thanks you for it.

Although after a series of passionate kisses, he will need time to start thinking straight.

♡ Tanjirou is always there for you and hates being separated, otherwise he gets nervous about your safety and that something might happen to you. Even worse, if you tend to get into trouble — then he becomes a full-fledged mother hen, from which you can not escape, only accept or flirt to make him agitated and weaken the protection (but then he becomes more sticky and wants affection...).

♡ Tanjirou may look like a "sweet boy with cherry cheeks", but working at the bakery, daily "towing" Nezuko to school, and playing sports (bonus points if you like athletic guys — he won't miss an opportunity to become more attractive to you) did their job.

♡ Even if in your eyes he is a hyper-loving but innocent lover who behaves too enthusiastically and is always on your side, Tanjirou takes the protection of the relationship very seriously.

He is not the best when it comes to romance and intimacy, but in society he is like a fish in the water, which can change the currents to take care of more unfortunate fish.

Organizing bullying, blackmail, manipulation — Tanjirou's social intelligence and connections are enough to create a bubble around your relationship just for the two of you.

There will always be people who will be grateful to him and will gladly help him to be happy himself.

After all, Tanjirou has such a heart of gold that fights only for the best. He deserves to be happy, such a sweet and moral boy.

Even if his righteousness is false, and people mean nothing.

♡ In society and in the family, he is completely adequate, but as soon as you appear nearby, Tanjirou immediately "goes crazy" and snuggles up to you like a cat in March, catching your every word and action with a twinkle in his eyes.

The others notice this, but most of them either don't pay attention, or think it's cute that Tanjirou has an object of affection and becomes a "real man". Many people begin to advise Tanjirou how to properly care for you, which he always blushes brightly, but he uses some advice.

His siblings often ask "when will you have a wedding?" and "do you want to take Tanjirou with you, or will you stay with them?".

And all this seems so idealistic that you even involuntarily forget who exactly deprived you of the right to say "no" to all these questions. Tanjirou just smiles sheepishly and asks timidly if you would like to stay overnight tonight. The Kamado family would love to see you at a family dinner!

♡ If you are also a Yandere, Tanjirou is completely in love and clings to you even more.

The more "sick" you are of them, the better Tanjirou feels, who does not have to watch how to look "adequate" in his love.

His feelings become more raw and strong than if you were a non-yandere, but he also becomes more secure for himself and for others. In fact, your yandere side calms Tanjirou down and convinces him that you are soulmates who were meant to connect, and this belief lowers his nervousness.

No matter what "type" you are, Tanjirou is willing to do anything for you and accepts you in any form, as long as you want to start a family with him and don't push him away. He shows an amazing forgetfulness and inattention to your negative actions and turns a blind eye to a lot of things.

After all, everyone has flaws, although for Tanjirou, you are absolutely perfect♡

♡ You might think he doesn't understand, given how sweet and persistent he is, but he doesn't.

Tanjirou is aware of your unhealthy attraction, your reactions, and the fact that it's all completely wrong.

And at first, he keeps his distance because he doesn't want to hurt you and knows that his feelings are toxic. The less you see of each other, the better it will be, right? However, things only get worse over time, especially if you try to find out from him why he avoids your company.

Tanjirou is constantly nervous and aggressive, unnaturally emotional and can't help but look for you in a crowd of people whenever he needs to see you. And when Nezuko finds him in his room, crying while clutching your photos, you lose a potential ally. After all, even if her brother's love isn't normal, she can't help but feel sorry for him and help him.

Bonus: his behavior "before accepting feelings" is similar to how he reacts when you do not see each other for a long time (for any reason). With the same emotional swings, meaningless rituals and attempts to resume your communication.

⚠ body worship, oral sex, mommy / daddy kink, dommale elements, soft & rough sex, breeding, scent kink, degradation, praise, corruption

mention of exhibitionism, masochism, hyperstimulation

♡ Tanjirou starts a relationship with you by being completely and completely innocent. The only sexual experience was with fruits / vegetables, just to impress you in the future, and he doesn't want to talk about it.

He is not even particularly inclined to masturbate until you get close, and your image does not become his main erotic fantasy.

♡ So he embodies a serious, blushing virgin when you have a "first time" happening. He has no idea what he is doing, and if you also have no experience or confidence, then it will be very awkward, but funny.

On the other hand, it also means that he learns only what pleases you, and is the perfect material for your future "perfect lover".

Beyond experience, his preferences and sexual attraction change to match yours, and he is easily corrupted / "nurtured" by working hard for your praise.

♡ Tanjirou worships you more often than you might imagine. Everything about you is the object of his adoration and admiration, and he can definitely have fun just worshipping you and your body and whispering how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.

And Tanjirou actually means what he says when he looks at you with his bright, misty eyes, waiting for you to give him permission to touch you.

He is very respectful of your personal boundaries and your desire / unwillingness to feel someone else around you, even if right now it is vital for him to snuggle up to you...

... especially to your thighs.

Your thighs are his main anti-stress, and he often asks you to let him squeeze and kiss your thighs, or even leave as many hickeys on them as possible. If you are comfortable with sexual contact, Tanjirou often relieves stress by pushing between your thighs, or masturbating by groping them, depending on your comfort.

♡ His body is not a temple or something personal to him when it comes to you. He is always available for you and your desires, and is always ready to give you everything you want.

The more interested you are in him, the happier and safer he becomes. Conversely, if you do not show interest, then for Tanjirou it is a serious cause for concern and suspicion…

♡ Tanjirou uses your clothes (or any other fabric with your smell) to masturbate. Nothing personal, but Tanjirou has a huge kink on smell and is easily aroused by even a hint of your scent, especially on his clothes.

So if you keep your used underwear available to him, he will definitely temporarily "borrow" it without your knowledge, but will return it (toss it) perfectly clean.

... It probably started from the moment you accidentally left your clothes with him, and Tanjirou couldn't help but be tempted.

This habit will stay with him for a long time — your smell, in addition to arousal, also calms him and gives him a sense of comfort, because of which he may well behave strangely and try to burrow into a pile of your clothes while you do not see him.

He is constantly stressed, so such moments give him a sense of security and comfort.

And no, he doesn't want to discuss it.

♡ Tanjirou does not even hint at sex, waiting for the moment when you "warm up", but he has a fairly high sexual desire and often expresses it either by serving you or by fantasizing about you.

It is not uncommon for him to have wet dreams with your participation, after which he is ashamed to look you in the eye.

♡ Tanjirou loves it when you try to make him a baby. It doesn't matter what position one of you is in, the fact that you want a child from him is very exciting for him.

... After all, no matter how much he tells you that a child is not necessary for him, he would definitely like to have a baby or even several.

It is also a delightful ground for the development of degradation, where you say that Tanjirou is only fit to (give birth / make you) a child, and for praise, where you purr Tanjirou about what a great mom / dad he will be for your baby.

In any case, he begs you to use his body for your desires and not to restrain yourself; he will withstand everything you want to do with him! Tanjirou is the big brother, after all!

♡ There is no one who would like to settle between your legs more than Tanjirou. It is not known whether this is due to his desire to worship you and be pleasant, or whether this is how his dependence on your smell is expressed, but he is in any case very happy with his position.

Perhaps at some point you will have to grab Tanjirou by the hair and pull him away from you so that he finally breaks off for at least a minute, because you also have limits.

Tanjirou will whine in frustration, but if you don't take away his right to kiss your thighs, then he may try to survive the temporary loss.…

♡ If Tanjirou feels that you are aroused, he will insist that you urgently need to deal with it. And you won't be able to escape anywhere — Tanjirou will cling to your leg like a pesky dog, and will stubbornly say that "[Y/n], you urgently need to relax!!! I'll help you!!! Trust me!!!"

This is also a guarantee that it will become normal for you to have sex wherever you can find a secluded place. Although Tanjirou doesn't want to make love outside of the house, can he let you feel dissatisfied? Oral sex and petting anywhere until you try to "pay him back". Tanjirou will refuse, blushing furiously, and convince you that he does not need it, he will wait at home!

... but he's a bit of a masochist and an exhibitionist, and loves it when you grope him, right up to orgasm, so…

♡ Tanjirou is actually on the vanilla side (especially if you didn't "corrupt" him), with "sweet hand-holding", "long foreplay and long care for each other after making love", "eye contact", "compliments and gentle conversations".

But he doesn't mind rough and wild sex, with pain and animal instincts, where he acts as your victim.

Spanking? Bites? Humiliating praise? Tanjirou charmingly moans and shivers, trying to shut his mouth so as not to make too loud noises, it's so vulgar. Although it doesn't make sense when you re-clamp him and lock his arms in place.

Decent boys definitely shouldn't behave like this.

Although he will always be gentle, he can't be rude to you, and he wants to make love in a more "traditional" way, there is something about the way you grab him by the hair and use him as a defenseless "prey" while he gasps under you and whines.

Tanjirou doesn't even try to escape, too quickly for the "trapped victim" to start fawning over you.

At the end, Tanjirou becomes very soft and affectionate, and wants to kiss and cuddle until you fall asleep.

♡ In everyday life, he behaves very carefully and makes sure that you eat healthy food, do not get cold or overheated, are not sad, are not nervous, are not in danger, and many more "not" that are a constant source of stress for him.

But during lovemaking, Tanjirou only wants to be your "good boy" who asks "Daddy / Mommy not to leave him!" while you tenderly / rudely take care of him and his sensitive body.

With all this stress and leadership role, Tanjirou is constantly stressed, unable to show his insecure side due to responsibility, and he tends to feel more vulnerable in front of you.

But at the same time, Tanjirou can't get rid of his "parenting tendencies", so he's equally excited if you treat him like a "Mommy". After all, he has to take care of his "tired little one", doesn't he? It doesn't matter if you're rude or gentle, he encourages you anyway and tells you how well you're doing and that you don't need to hold back with him♡

And although initially telling him about his kinks seems too risky or even humiliating... Spouses should be open to each other, right?

Even if at first he is very confused, showing off his preoccupied personality.

Fortunately, his soulmate accepts him♡

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Scent : alpha! Haechan

🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. alpha Haechan finds you, a stray omega having issues with your heat suppressants, and he decides that even if he is one of the younger members in an all alpha pack, and even if he doesn’t want kids, it’s a fabulous idea to all but take in a cute, fertile, omega who is deep in heat.

cw/tw. a/b/o au, abo class systems, power dynamic focus, mentions of werewolf men being creepy to omegas, inclusion of omega on heat, masturbation, mutual masturbation, scenting, dirty talk, dom daddy Haechan, lots of talk about cum, mentions of breeding kinks, fingering, tension, so many orgasms, voyeurism, like 3 separate sex scenes, multiple positions, oral (f receiving), alpha kink, Haechan has monster cock syndrome as per usual, overstimulation, sex with a condom!, dumbification, etc

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Something smells amazing. Like truly. Haechan’s eyes scan the entire bar, where could the scent possibly be coming from? There’s no way an Omega is at the bar, some alphas flaunt their mates in public, but a place like this? Way too many threats.

And Haechan’s never smelled someone like you before. You must be in heat- or near it.

The one thing that doesn’t make sense is why no one else is reacting.

Even Johnny, who arguably has the best scent ability because he’s physically one of the largest alphas in the club, is still laughing with Jaehyun about something.

Haechan stands up, hand grasping the worn leather jacket that had been on his chair.

“Where are you going?” Doyoung asks quickly, eyes flashing red at the sudden movement. Out of all the alphas, Doyoung’s one of the jumpier ones. In the safety of their own spaces, Haechan can afford to push his buttons, but in public, they can’t get into fights, no matter how much they both need one.

“Out.”

Doyoung narrows his eyes at Haechan, who’s stiffening under the scrutiny, grip tightening on his jacket until the heavy bands of his rings bite into his fingers. With one final growl to let Haechan know he’s displeased, Doyoung looks away, all but dismissing the younger male, who wonders for a moment if he should maybe say something rude, like point out the wine stain on Doyoung’s sleeve. That would piss him off for sure.

He’s been more agitated in the past few days, but be thinks the better of picking a fight.

Haechan takes a deep breath, allowing the smell to wash over his senses again. His wolf self pushes him towards the door, eager to follow his nose to wherever it takes him.

Adjusting his jacket on his shoulders, Haechan looks both ways when he exits the club. Finding it easier to pinpoint the smell with his eyes closed. Each breath he takes is selfish, lungs expanding to allow as much of the scent in as possible.

He’s an alpha on a mission, that much is obvious to anyone who sees him on the prowl, eyes red, broad shoulders stiff under a layer of leather.

He turns a corner and it’s as if the air is knocked out of his lungs. His eyes fix on you, a hundred meters away and walking farther from his reach. You’re the source of the smell, just out on the streets, as if you’re not an omega that smells like the perfect next meal-

Haechan’s eyes dart around, weary of anyone who may be a threat. He sees another wolf across the street, but Haechan picks up immediately that they’re a beta. Like alpha nosed Johnny, and the rest of the club for that matter, the beta pays you no attention.

Haechan’s body moves forward, legs longer than yours, making the distance to you easy enough to conquer. He sees the way your body stiffens, reacting to his presence as he falls in step behind you, a predator, and you are his prey.

He can hear your heart, the way it gets faster. He can taste your fear and it’s intoxicating, melding with the scent that's already completely enraptured the young alpha. If it wasn’t such a pretty scent, Haechan may have pounced already. Instead he prefers to be just out of your reach, close to the flame, enough to burn, painfully, sadistically, but he loves it, the tension of the moment.

He wonders if you can hear his heavy breathing, he can’t help himself, lungs more eager than ever to devour your essence.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Haechan’s voice is a low rumble, a warning, but even he’s not sure of his follow through. You’re an unclaimed omega, but where are your protectors? Where is your pack? Your family?

Haechan could just eat you up, and it’s within his right to.

He hears you take a deep breath and watches your hand form a fist at your side, then you turn to face him. Your eyes are glowing blue, a sign of your omega status, but what Haechan doesn’t expect is the tears coming from them.

You’re crying? Had he really scared you that much?

The primal side of him falters, and the man underneath is eager to make sure you’re alright. With another quick scan of the street, Haechan looks down at you, “why are you crying?” He wishes his alpha side could be nicer sometimes, less blunt, but he doesn’t have time for questions, not when you’re out here, looking the way you look, and smelling the way you smell, with threats around every corner.

“I-” you whimper a little, looking down. Haechan’s alpha aura is affecting you way too much, your submissive side telling you to fall to your knees- “there’s something wrong with my suppressants- i had to go get some-”

Your skin is hot and your body is cramping, which is why you’re crying. The whole ordeal has been stressful, made all the more difficult because you’re alone now, having run away from your pack two months ago and only now settled here. Getting a good source of heat suppressants can be difficult, especially in a moment of crisis, but it was worth it to get a new bottle. You’re starting to feel the effects kicking in again. You’re a few hours passed the time you were last supposed to have a dosage, and the meds had kept your scent in check enough for you to be able to run and get more- or so you’d thought.

The alpha in front of you can obviously smell you.

You’re scared, but you’re also so done with the day you’ve been having. This is the cherry on top, to be sure.

Luckily for you, Haechan pieces together your story, “where do you live?” he asks next, tone low and commanding.

You’re thankful that you have a big, strong looking, alpha here to protect you. After you tell him your address, he nods, then he grabs your arm, dragging you with him, “let’s go.”

You struggle a little in his grip whimpering at how tight it is. Your suppressants should be kicking in more and more with time, but if this gorgeous alpha doesn’t stop manhandling you- well, you may just have to push him against the closest wall and kindly ask him to fuck your brains out.

You’re thankful that the night air keeps you semi-sober, and soon you’re opening the door to your building. The alpha comes in with you. At the elevator, he stops, “what floor are you on?”

Maybe you shouldn’t tell him.

After all, he’s gotten you home. What possible reason could he have to bring you all the way up to your apartment? You can’t help the flash of heat that erupts across your skin at the thought of him ruining you. His lips look particularly inviting, and his scent is intoxicating-

How young is he? Does he have a mate?

The alpha is reacting to your body, which is doing it’s best to convince him by smell alone to step into the elevator and fuck you until you’re so full of him that nine months from now you’ll be calling him daddy, and not in the fun, kinky, sexual way.

You’d heard there were a bunch of alphas in this city, young ones, ones that don’t behave… normally. they’re in a pack and they have a reputation; young, rich, born into legacy wolf lines, strengthened in numbers-

Had you somehow lucked out and found one on your first night of heat? You hadn’t been planning on even exploring the city and getting a lay of the land until after this heat passed, but this alpha in front of you- well, suppressants aren't the only way to get rid of the pain that comes with your monthly ovulation period. One of the few things that will fully satisfy you this week is an alpha’s knot.

You lick your lips, looking the man up and down. You tell him the floor you live on, and you watch him head off towards the stairs the moment the elevator doors close.

Enclosed in the small space of the elevator, you feel caged in, and it just riles you up more. Your skin is hot and you’ve torn your jacket off before you even reach your floor. The doors open and you rush out, making it to your apartment and unlocking the door before the aura of the alpha is upon you again.

Like he had at the elevator, he stops at the threshold of your home, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks in at you, watching the way you rush to get water to cool off.

Your apartment smells- well, it smells like you, and Haechan is overcome by it. He’s afraid that if he steps inside your apartment, he’s going to lose control.

He can’t afford to. Not with you.

He doesn’t have much experience with omegas. There are so few females anymore, and they have to hide their true selves, hidden by families and packs that want to utilize their ‘breeding abilities’ to make more pure werewolves.

Haechan can’t say he blames packs for doing it, although he does think it’s barbaric. He may be a primal beast half the time, but he still respects women- or, the human side of him does at least.

“Where are your protectors?” he asks.

“I don’t have any.” you respond, moving to stand near your window, which lets in cool air. You fan yourself, skin still flushed almost painfully. You need your suppressants to kick in-

“But you’re an omega-” Haechan steps into your apartment and you immediately stiffen, his scent intruding on the sanctity of your space. He closes the door behind him but stays weary, not wanting to test his own control. He watches you grip your water glass tighter in your hand, “you shouldn’t be alone.”

“I’m not alone.” you point out with a small smile.

Haechan nearly groans at your words, the seductive tone. He can see right through your little act, can see your heat taking over. His own body reacts, and instinctively he wants to move towards you.

“How long did you expect to live here and not have a- protector.” he notes the way you’re not fully unpacked, inquisitive eyes taking in every detail of your apartment. He can’t bring himself to say the word mate, besides, Haechan’s a part of the more naive belief systems in the werewolf community which suggests an alpha can be ‘just buds’ with omegas and protect them ‘platonically’. Now that Haechan’s in the same room as you… well, he can see why Johnny had rolled his eyes at the inclination, having dealt with omegas before, unlike a majority of the younger alphas.

“I don’t know.” you lift your shoulders, shrugging them, but when you let them drop, Haechan sees they slump excessively. You turn to look outside, and Haechan gets a sense that you’re crying again. Whatever happened to make you leave your old pack, your protection, which is essential for omegas- it must have been difficult.

You’re just a girl in need of help.

In need of him. Because Haechan, as an alpha, knows better than you. He can protect you. Starting with not letting you out of your apartment while in heat, even while on suppressants, which obviously aren't working, seeing as he can still smell you as if he had his face buried between your legs-

He’s one of the youngest of the group of alphas that’s all but claimed control of the city, but he supposes if any of them are going to get a mate, it should be him. Haechan will admit he’s a guy with a lot of needs, which have never been satiated by betas or even alphas.

He wonders if he should call Taeyong, who acts as an alpha alpha… Haechan thinks the exact specificities of all the new age werewolf politics are a bit much to get into-

Haechan’s an alpha though, he can claim an omega for himself if he wants to. He doesn’t need permission.

“How are you feeling?” he questions, “are the suppressants working?”

“I think so.”

“It’s late. Go lay down.” Haechan’s surprised at his own commanding tone, the natural alpha instinct taking over. He knows what’s best for you.

“You’re not the boss of me.” you try to insist, but there’s a weakness in your voice, and when you turn to look at the alpha in your kitchen, you’re still wiping away your tears.

The alpha scoffs at you, “go lay down. I’ll make you food.”

You look at him for a moment, appreciating the sharpness of his jaw and the wonderful tint of his skin. There’s a large alpha in your small kitchen, and he’s pulling out a pot, to make ramen you assume, because you’re in heat.

He’s babying you.

You don’t mind.

It feels amazing to be taken care of, even if there’s a part of you screaming for him to take care of you in other ways.

Going to your room to lay down is a good idea, it will get you away from him. In the privacy of your own room, you can finally rub your thighs together, testing the friction and the wetness there.

“Alpha?” you call out.

He appears in the doorway a moment later, alert and ready to deal with any obstacle.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

He swallows thickly as he looks at you curled up on your bed.

“Haechan.”

Haechan hadn’t been able to sleep on your couch all night, instead tossing and turning with thoughts of his secret little prize, his omega. He even did some research, and realized that maybe there was a reason he could smell you while on suppressants. There’s a possibility you could be soulmates. Well, to be fair, the internet did not diagnose you both with ‘an issue of the split souls’ because there’s not enough research on the phenomenon, but Haechan thinks it makes sense.

You’re his to take care of, which is why you came to him.

He believes in fate, even if it's only applicable in this one very specific instance.

No, as Haechan assesses your apartment in the early morning hours, quietly weary of your sleeping form, he’s content with you being his fated mate.

He has zero worries that you’ll reject him. Haechan might have a notorious mean streak, but he’s also well known for being lovable. Your body likes him already, of that much he’s sure, so now he just has to woo you… all whilst keeping his distance this week.

While the idea of fucking you senseless and filling you with cum until you cry makes Haechan drool, the harsh reality of the word ‘child’ gave him more than one nightmare as he tried to sleep on your couch.

He makes himself at home in your apartment, but every single second, every breath, is devoted to you. Even as he munches on some crackers that he found in the pantry, pacing your kitchen, he’s acutely aware of your presence in the room over. He listens to your breathing, tempted to go check on you any time there’s a particular ruffle of sheets, as if you’re rolling around.

“Alpha.”

Haechan’s at your door within a moment, only to realize that you’d mumbled the word. Are you dreaming?

He can taste your scent as it greets him from under the only thing keeping him from simply ravaging you, the door. Haechan growls, hands forming fists as he turns so he can pace again. He can’t be this close to the door, and he can still hear you from the kitchen.

Another moan.

He should wake you up for your suppressants, had you taken them during the night? Maybe this is why you smell so good again- But… he can’t even access you. He supposes he could call at you to wake you up from one side of the door- but wait, had he not asked for your name?

His little omega- and he doesn’t even know your name.

He’ll have to make up for that.

Your whimpering makes Haechan groan, collapsing onto your couch, hands straining against his jeans. He can’t take this anymore.

He can’t wake you up. He can’t leave.

His palm finds his cock, pushing up against the fabric of his pants. This offers some release of pressure, but Haechan knows it won't be enough. He likes to tease, but when it comes to himself, Haechan wants what he wants when he wants it. Lifting his hips to get out of the confines of his clothes, Haechan pulls his cock out, fist wrapping tightly around his girthy length.

“Haechan!”

He definitely heard his name. He’s not imagining things, but his eyes open anyways, focusing on the door. The fucking door. He hates your bedroom door. Truly hates it. Maybe he should tear it off its hinges-

Haechan groans, hips buckling up into his hand when another whimper slips out from under the door.

You can’t possibly still be asleep, can you be?

Haechan’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his grip tightening on his length. There’s enough precum for him to be nicely lubricated, something he’ll have to deal with later though, it’s a sign maybe his rut is coming sooner than expected, which is not good now that he’s just adopted himself his own omega-

Actually, maybe it’s the perfect time-

Fuck, he’s so close. The smell of you is getting stronger which isn’t helping anything.

Children, be turned off by children-

“Haechan!”

He can’t help himself, his hand working quickly as his orgasm builds at the base of his cock until he’s cumming hard, heart racing wildly in his chest. The animalistic side of him tells Haechan to cum wherever he wants, after all, you’re his now-

Being around you is bringing out the primal side of him, and Haechan is tired of being at war with himself. He takes a deep breath and just enjoys the ripples of pleasure that bubble through him.

When he finally comes down from his high, he’s left panting, a sweaty mess. He’s definitely scented your living room, and he takes further measures to burrow into your couch, pulling his pants back up and letting out a deep, contented sigh.

You’re still whimpering, and Haechan honestly feels bad for you at this point- then he remembers, you’re in heat, this is just a symptom.

Haechan thinks maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be horny and ready to be pillow princess fucked by an alpha for a whole week.

With one final breath to calm himself, Haechan takes the liberty of cleaning up his mess. Then, he approaches your bedroom door. He can hear ruffling.

He raises his hand, and knocks.

The young alpha can’t remember the last time he knocked on a door, he’s always very quick to barge into the houses of any of his friends, even if it leads to a tousle in the entry hall. But you- well, you’re different. He can't treat you like an alpha. He has to be sweet to you.

“Haechan?” a question, not a moan- a whimper maybe- but you’re definitely awake. He can hear it in your heart rate, which increases as you come out of happy dream land.

“Did you take your suppressants?” he can’t believe how his own voice can lower an octave without him even being conscious of it until he hears words that sound like they’re coming from someone else, someone strong, who knows what they’re doing.

Everything feels to be instinctual with you. Haechan relaxes into the feeling, he’ll try to stop second guessing himself so much, but, as a raging gemini, he supposes two-faced-ness comes with the territory.

He listens carefully to the sound of pills on plastic, then the clinking of your glass of water being set down again.

“Hungry?”

“Haechan?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you staying?”

“Because you need someone.”

There’s quiet for a moment, then, “I am a little hungry.”

“Are you going to be here all day?” you ask through the door around noon, when Haechan’s presence is yet to go away.

You’d eaten breakfast on either side of your door in silence. Then you’d had a nap, body exhausted from not waking up to take your suppressants. You also set a reminder in your phone to wake you up during the night for a dose. You’d done a few things on your laptop, what you could endure with your suppressed heat symptoms, and now here you are.

“I’ll be here all week.” comes his response. It’s a statement, and you’re too far gone into heat induced submissivity to question him.

“I need-” you press your legs together at the thought of what you truly need.

You want a better suppressant.

You need Haechan.

There’s a distinct difference.

On top of everything, for some reason, Haechan’s smell has gotten much stronger. It seeps under the door, delighting you every time the alpha moves, his form displacing the air in his vicinity.

On the other side of the door, Haechan is quiet, waiting for you to verbalize what it is that you need. At war with yourself, you roll around in your bed, groaning with discomfort.

“Don’t you have anything to help make this easier for you?” Haechan’s voice finally draws your attention away from the heat tingling across your skin.

“Suppressants-”

“I mean like toys.”

“Toys?” you squeak, eyes opening to stare at the door that hides the alpha from your view.

“Yeah, toys.”

“I’ve never-” you groan again, burying your face in your pillow for a moment, “my suppressants always work, it’s never been like this before.” your tone rises as you speak, getting more whimpery as your eyes threaten to betray you. Your body is on fire with stress, and even thinking about the situation is making you jittery.

“There’s nothing you could use to make yourself feel better?” Haechan’s voice is smooth, teasing, because both of you know that you have working fingers if nothing else.

You rub your legs together at the notion, whimpering at the ripple of pleasure that his words inspire.

You hadn’t even considered masturbating with Haechan in the other room. It had been so far out of your mind frame- but now it seems like a fabulous idea. All inhibitions you may have had while in a non-heat frame of mind don’t matter. It doesn’t matter that you barely even know the alpha outside of your room, because you’re pretty sure that by the end of your week-long heat, you will be mated to him.

“Haechan-” you whine his name when your hand slips between your legs.

His growled response is almost immediate; “Do you need instructions, baby?”

You whimper, spreading your wetness around your entrance as you wait for him to tell you what to do.

“Talk to me baby, how do you feel?”

You lick your lips, swallowing thickly before you’re able to bring yourself to speak, “alpha, I’m so wet-”

You hear him practically purr at your words, then there’s the sound of a buckle and a zipper. On the other side of the door, your alpha has his cock out, and here you are, legs spread on your bed, in need of him-

“Rub your clit.”

You follow his instruction and gasp, whimpering, “I’m so sensitive-”

Another growl from the other side of the door, “I bet you are.” a tense moment passes, “how tight are you pretty girl? Can you fit a finger for me?”

It’s easy to slide a digit into your wet heat and you groan, “alpha it feels so good-”

“Then add another baby, stretch yourself out.”

A whimper leaves your lips when you do as you’re told and add a second finger.

“I can hear how wet you are baby, your fingers aren't enough though, are they?”

“No, I need- I need-” you can’t even get the words out, eyes shut, body teetering on the edge, your fingers are just not good enough to give you your pleasure.

“You need your alpha.” his low scary voice has returned, but it turns you on even more, pushing you closer to the edge. “Your pathetic little fingers are nothing compared to my cock.” you gasp at his words, “I’m going to split you in half pretty girl.”

You explode on your fingers, writhing in your sheets as waves of pleasure wash over your body. “Haechan-” his name leaves your lips and you’re desperate for him.

You hear him groan in response, and his scent hits you like a freight train, overtaking your senses and making you ravenous. Your mouth waters, and you moan loudly, knowing that he’s just cum too.

“When are you going to split me in half alpha?” you whine, curling up now that your body has been satiated... for the moment, at least.

“After your heat is over.” a pause, “I promise.”

“Why not now?” you nearly cry.

“Because you’re not yourself. And you don’t want to get pregnant.”

When he says it blatantly like this, you do kind of agree with his timeline, however horny you may be.

“You don’t want to get me pregnant.” you say finally, rolling onto your tummy and exhaling.

“You’re right, I don't.” a chuckle.

“Why not?” you can’t hide the way his candid response hurts you.

“Because, then when would I have time to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight for a week?”

“Haechan-” you whine loudly, not caring how pathetic you sound. You’re all but begging for him now, body unable to keep up with Haechan and his ever changing moods. He can’t be mean and say he doesn’t want to give you babies, and then say it’s because he wants to spend all his time blowing your back out with his alpha cock- he’s just not making any sense!

“I have to go out for an hour or two.” his next words are another shock.

“What? Why?” logically, you’re aware you’ll be safe in your apartment. But the omega in you is horrified at the idea of your alpha leaving you during your heat.

“Alpha stuff.”

You groan at the vague answer.

“While I’m gone, you should have a shower, it’s no fun to nap while sticky.”

You hear him stand up from the couch, hear his leather jacket lifted off of a surface, and the jingle of keys, “Haechan?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll come back to me right?”

“Of course. If you need anything, I've left my phone number on the kitchen counter.”

A moment later your front door closes.

You can practically feel Haechan’s presence getting farther and farther away. His scent lingers in the air but you don’t mind, cautiously getting out of bed and moving to your bedroom door. Peaking into the living room your eyes immediately search out the man who’s already left, and your heart sinks in your chest.

Twenty two pairs of eyes shift to Haechan the moment he enters the vip room at the back of the club. He looks like shit, wearing the same clothes they’d last seen him in at the bar the night before. It’s obvious he’s barely slept, and he looks generally disheveled.

But all these visual things are not what makes Haechan so interesting to his alpha friends. Instead, they pick up on his scent, which is tainted. They can smell you on Haechan the way you can smell Haechan on your couch, he’d rubbed his own scent on your apartment only to have yours brush off on him as well.

Taeyong is quick to grab Haechan, who smells a little too much like an omega in heat for his liking. Johnny is fast to follow the pair right back out the door Haechan has just entered. Taeyong pushes Haechan up against the wall outside, his aggression spiking and his eyes flashing red. “What did you do?!” he growls.

Mating with an omega is commitment. It’s not just fun and games like Haechan is used to with betas and alphas, and Taeyong is terrified that one of his youngest pack members has just made a mistake that's going to follow him the rest of his life in the form of mini Haechan’s, which Taeyong really does not have the energy to deal with.

“I didn’t do anything.” Haechan says, matching Taeyong’ angry tone and pushing back at the man who’s smaller than him.

Johnny steps in, separating the two alphas from each other.

It’s an odd situation they’ve found themselves in. In a world with werewolves, usually alphas have their own packs and the hierarchy is obvious. However their situation had been hand crafted, a new pack of all alphas- clashing of heads is frequent enough as it is, but omega issues are a different territory.

Those who do have omegas keep them very protected. In a normal pack, omegas would have more than enough betas around to fulfill caring roles, but in an alpha pack- things get more difficult.

Johnny brings his omega around but he’s one of the more dominant alphas, even amongst his pack members, so everyone falls into line with his omega. But he never brings her around during her heat. Everyone knows when it's ‘that time of the month’ because Johnny simply disappears. It’s one thing to have your omega with your pack of alphas, it’s another to introduce her scent while in heat. That’s just asking for something to go wrong.

“Why do you smell like an omega in heat?” Johnny questions.

“Because I found one last night.”

Taeyong groans, covering his face with his hands as he begins to pace, “he found one. He just found one Johnny.”

“So you found a stray omega,” Johnny says, ignoring Taeyong’s melt down, “and you just decided, ‘hey, now's a good time to become a dad with this random omega I just met.’”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “no, I took her home, and made sure she took her suppressants.”

“Have you been at her place since last night?” Johnny asks in shock, realizing why Haechan’s dressed the way he is.

“Yes.”

“But you haven't fucked her.” Taeyong clarifies.

“No, I don't want kids, I'm not crazy like Jaehyun.” Haechan scoffs.

“Thank god.” Taeyong lets out the biggest sigh of relief of his life, doubling over and resting his palms flat on his knees, “Johnny! He didn’t sleep with her!”

“Not yet.”

Johnny and Taeyong look to Haechan, “what do you mean not yet!? Haechan! You’re not ready to have an omega!” Taeyong insists.

Haechan’s hands form fists. Taeyong is questioning his ability to fulfill his alpha position and truly take care of an omega. “Who are you to tell me if i’m ready or not?” when Haechan speaks his voice is low, a growl, his alpha side on full display as his eyes burn red, a daunting contrast to the golden colour of his skin.

Taeyong is technically Haechan’s alpha.

But on matters such as these-

“Maybe Haechan is right.” Johnny sighs, “being an alpha is about instinct. If Haechan feels this is working for him then maybe it is. Besides, he’s the one who found her, she is kind of his responsibility now-”

“How did you find her anyways? We didn’t smell anything last night and we were all together for most of it.” Taeyong’s brows furrow, and Haechan’s glad he’s skipped over fighting about ‘alpha-ness’ to focus on something that’s been confusing him too: your smell.

“Her suppressants were wearing off, or being just generally weird, last night which is why she was out; to get more.” Haechan answers. “But it’s weird that none of you smelled her from inside the club like I did. And there was a beta on the street too, who didn’t seem to be able to smell her-”

“You know what,” Johnny sighs, “let’s just blame her smell on fate. We have pack shit to do inside. Haechan you can’t come in smelling the way you smell or Jeno might attack you, so you should just go back to your omega and take care of her. Even on suppressants, heats are hard to handle.”

“Really? I can go?”

“Yeah, and Haechan,” Johnny sighs, “I really shouldn’t have to tell you this. But if this omega really is going to be your mate then... you are aware that condoms stop pregnancy like ninety nine percent of the time right?”

“What if I’m the one percent though.”

“Trust me Haechan, no matter how magical you think it is, your cum isn’t special.”

“But what if it is.” Haechan groans.

“Then use your fingers, use your tongue, use whatever you can to make your omega feel better. You don’t have to use your cock.”

“What about… consent?” Haechan looks between Taeyong and Johnny, “omegas in heat-”

“She’s on suppressants so she can make decisions.” Johnny clarifies, “and dude, you’re Lee fucking Haechan, who doesn’t want to fuck you?”

Haechan’s skin is buzzing.

Having Johnny’s support makes things easier for him. He had no idea how much of a difference talking to his older alpha friend would make. Johnny’s right about condoms, but he’s also right that there are other ways to take care of you during your heat that don’t result in a possible baby.

Haechan can’t believe that some alphas really get off on the idea of baby making. He supposes there’s a natural, primal, protectiveness he has over children, and he guesses having one around wouldn't be the worst thing, just not anytime soon.

The other thing keeping Haechan from ravaging you had been his worry about consent.

Some alphas have been known to flip out around omegas in heat, and Haechan knows he was in a frenzy when he found you, even while on half working suppressants, so he could only imagine what might happen if you’d been fully in heat.

If you are going to be his mate, he wants to start things right.

He doesn't want to be one of those dom alphas who finds an omega and simply claims them like a piece of property. He wants you to want him the way he wants you, and he wants it to be real.

He’s practically vibrating in the elevator leading to your apartment, able to sense your body, your heat, becoming closer and closer-

He can smell you even in the hallway, and although he loves it and wants to just melt into your aura, he makes a note to open some of your windows. He can't have any other alphas coming around and sniffing at your door.

When Haechan lets himself into your apartment, the first thing he does is look around, pinpointing where you are: your bedroom.

“Alpha?”

“It’s me baby.” he relaxes a little, locking the door behind him and heading to the window to prop it open. “I brought you a present, do you think you want to open your door and see?”

In the quiet, his wolf ears can pick up on you getting out of bed. A moment later, your door opens a crack and Haechan gets to see you. You look like you had a shower, as he’d suggested, and he’s dualistically pleased and upset that you cleaned up and covered some of your scent.

Haechan has a tub of ice cream, he’d assumed it may help with your heat. He’s placed some in a cup with a spoon, and he pushes it across the floor roughly. You watch the cup slide smoothly towards you, stopping in front of you at your door.

You go to bend down to grab the food, but decide to just sit to eat. Plopping yourself on the floor, half covered by the safety of your door, you peer out at Haechan as he serves himself some ice cream too.

“Where did you go?” you ask.

“Pack meeting.” he responds.

“Tell me about them?”

“Well.” Haechan laughs. “We’re all alphas for starters.” he watches your reaction, seeing the recognition on your face. There are very few alpha packs that have succeeded before. Haechan and his friends had been made for this, raised together to make it work. They’re quite well known. “You’ve heard about us?”

You nod.

“When you ran away from your last pack, did you come here knowing that it would be easier for you to find a new pack here?” Haechan asks.

You nod again, “I’d heard about your alpha pack, and I was told this would be the best place to find an alpha.”

Haechan inspects you for a moment, eyes narrowing at you. “Best place to find an alpha?” he repeats your words back to you. “So last night, you would have been just as happy with any of my other alpha friends finding you on the street, is that it?” his eyes flare red with anger and he can feel his skin getting hot, his shoulders squaring, making him bigger as he stares at you.

Still on the floor, you curl up under his gaze, frowning, “no, my suppressants weren’t working right- I wasn’t trying-”

He’s heard stories of omegas who break from their packs to go sugar baby themselves out to the best alphas they can find. It’s respectable he supposes, but it’s not his style. Jaehyun might be happy being a sugar daddy alpha and pampering his princess via text for months and getting chaperoned dates, but Haechan isn’t.

He’s enraged now that he thinks about it.

His sweet baby omega- and you’d been using him. Out on the hunt- how emasculating that he thought he’d been the one lucking out when he found you on the street when this whole time you’d been luring him-

“My last pack wanted to marry me off to an alpha I didn't know.” your words are quiet and they stop Haechan’s inner tangent. “I ran. I thought I could come here and be on my suppressants, and maybe I could find a new pack or alpha naturally, but then my suppressants weren’t working- this heat, it’s-” Haechan watches the way you hide your face in your hands and his anger dissipates. He can see you’re in pain, can see you’re telling the truth.

“I’m just-” when you look up at him, there are tears in your eyes, “I’m really happy you’re the one who found me, and not someone else.”

Haechan sighs, heart melting in his chest. He understands you now. He switches the subject, not wanting to cause any more pain, “how are your symptoms feeling?”

You wipe at your eyes with your hands, sniffling but you seem grateful he’s dropped his anger. “It’s weird,” you admit, “I was feeling a little bit better, and then you showed up-”

Haechan has heard this joke before.

Only this isn’t Doyoung saying he has a headache that comes and goes with Haechan’s presence.

This is his omega saying her heat is flaring when he’s close to her.

Maybe this has something to do with the way you smell, and how Haechan has also been way hornier than usual. He can brush off a bit of horniness and explain it away by the fact that he’s near you, his omega. But the amount of cum that he’s been cumming in the past 24 hours… well, he’s not a cum expert, but Haechan thinks it’s a little more than normal. Then there’s the way that his chest tightens every time he looks at you, making him want to practically purr with happiness-

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Haechan asks abruptly.

You blink at him.

“Listen.” Haechan sits down on the floor of your kitchen so he’s eye level with you. You find it odd that he has to be so far away, but you also don’t think he can come any closer without his smell making you literally moan. “I’m the only one who seems to be able to smell you while you’re on your suppressants, except for this morning, but you missed a dose. And when you’re around me, your heat symptoms flare up. Maybe we’re soulmates, maybe this is the universe saying we should just give in.”

“Or maybe I’m allergic to you.”

“I don’t think that could be it.”

You both giggle with each other and Haechan realizes how insanely happy it makes him to actually be able to talk to you face to face again without your door being in the way. Now that you’re back on suppressants your smell isn’t as strong as it had been last night. He’s not worried about losing his cool and getting you pregnant, he can focus on nicer things, like getting to know you-

You stop laughing abruptly, groaning and running a hand through your hair and then fanning yourself, “I’m so-”

“Hot?” Haechan suggests, standing up and heading to the window to open it wider. “Come stand here.”

You’re quick to comply with his instruction, rushing over to Haechan before you can even stop to think about what you’re doing. Then you’re in his space, shoulder just touching his as you stand next to the window. The air seeps through the opening, brushing away some of Haechan’s scent and cooling your skin.

Beside you, Haechan’s heart is racing. He’s frozen, not wanting to move and scare you or break the moment. This close to you he can admire your beauty, even if he can only do it using his peripheral vision.

Something inside of him snaps when you let out a contented sigh, the air coming through the window caressing your hair- and Haechan can’t have it. He can’t have the wind getting more game than he is.

Hands land on your waist, and suddenly you’re dragged so your back presses to Haechan’s chest. His arms secure around you, and you know better than to try to wiggle free, the omega in you simply bending to your alpha’s will and his grip.

Your alpha’s heart is beating fast against your back, but he remains quiet. Your own body is reacting to him, pulse racing, skin heating up at the closeness, wetness pooling between your legs-

You’d left your last pack because they wanted to marry you off to an alpha you didn’t know. But here you are, in the embrace of a new alpha who you met last night-

Haechan just fits. He fits so well, slotting in behind you like he’s made to be there. He made himself at home in your apartment, and you already like the spot on the couch that smells the most like him, you’re pretty sure he napped there last night, and you’d spent most of the time he was gone in the space to feel close to him.

You wonder if there’s any merit to his soulmate idea.

It feels crazy to think that you could be standing with the person you’re fated to be with. But to be fair, you live in a world with werewolves, so you think maybe it’s not completely out of the question.

You’d spent much of your life hearing horror stories of alphas going crazy for omegas. You’ve spent much of your life thinking all you’d be to an alpha is a means to have kids. You’ve heard of some loving omega and alpha relationships, but so many of them are arranged because omegas are such a commodity.

Here you are with an alpha, and he’s not hurting you. He’s taking care of you. He has control of himself. And most importantly, you trust him.

In his arms, with your alpha keeping you close to the window to let more air calm your warm skin, you feel completely safe.

“Haechan-” his grip is a little tight, and the moment you whisper his name he loosens you, allowing you to turn around in his arms while his hands find your hips.

You reach out, forearms settling on your alpha’s shoulders while your fingers find his softly tousled, chestnut brown locks. You’ve not been this close to him before, and you can finally get a good look at his godly face. His lips are plump, jaw sharp, and an eyebrow slit scar adds a bit of danger. Soft brown eyes that you could melt in flare crimson as your alpha looks down at you, his gaze darting to your lips then back.

“Maybe we are soulmates.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Haechan is kissing you.

His lips are eager but not too rough, his tongue invading your mouth the moment you let out your first gasp. You adjust your grip on each other to get even closer. His palm finds the small of your back and he slots his thigh between your legs, using it to help pin you up against the window.

You grind down on him, nearly shaking with need now that you’re finally getting what you want-

Haechan’s lips tear away from yours and you whine, trying to tug him back to you by his hair. Haechan presses his forehead against yours, still out of reach, and your noses brush, his red eyes looking into yours, “tell me how bad you want this.”

You whimper in response, still trying to kiss him.

“I need to hear you say it.” Haechan still holds back, fingers digging into your hip.

“I want you.” you assure him, and you know it’s the truth, “Haechan please, it hurts-” you rub yourself down against his thigh, pussy throbbing with need now that you’re so close to getting what you know will satiate you.

He’s still apprehensive, especially now that he knows your history. It sounds like you were pretty adamant about not mating with an alpha you don’t know, and yet here you are, offering yourself up to him. He’s a little worried this is just the heat talking, even if Johnny says it’s not. Haechan decides he’ll take his time with you. He’ll focus on helping you through his heat instead of getting his own pleasure- for as long as he can hold out at least. He has condoms just in case, but he wants you begging before he gives into you.

He reminds himself that you’re on suppressants, so although you may be extra horny right now, you’re still thinking logically. You’re his little omega, but you do have a brain. He thinks being careful with you is a good thing, but he doesn’t want to be so careful that he babies you… even if you are his baby already.

“I’m going to take care of you.” Haechan says, his lips ghosting over yours as he finally gets closer, “I promise.”

When he kisses you again, it’s just as passionate as earlier, but this time his whole body seems to envelope you. His arms wrap around you, and you’re pinned to his chest, head tilted up to meet his lips. He’s so big and warm, and it’s the kind of heat that feels nice, despite your own hot temperature-

“I’m too hot.” you whimper against his lips.

The solution isn’t to stop touching Haechan.

The solution is for him to take off your shirt, which he promptly does to fix the issue. His hands stroke your sides, his lips attaching to yours again as he moves you with his body, leading you somewhere- but you’re too lost in him to care.

It feels nice now that you’re out of your shirt, your skin enjoying the new coolness that’s still coming through the open window. A moment later Haechan’s fingers are pushing at your sleeping pants and you eagerly wiggle free of them, lips on Haechan’s the entire time.

You need his kisses. You’re all but breathing him in. You’re moaning pathetically just from making out, and when Haechan’s lips move to your neck, you nearly cry from pleasure, burying your fingers in his hair. His kisses continue down, and he pauses at your neck, breathing in your scent. A growl rumbles in his throat and you know why.

“This is where I’m going to mark you.” your alpha tells you, voice deep and going straight to your core.

“Then mark me.” you whimper, straining your neck to give him more space.

You’re a little disappointed when you’re met with a kiss, then a lick, but no bite. “Next time.” he tells you, “when your heat is over.”

“But then-” confusion makes your brows furrow.

“I’m going to take care of you, but I'm not on my rut. I’m not going to breed you or mark you. After this week, if this whole thing is just you being horny, you can change your mind and find a different alpha without being tethered to me for the rest of your life.”

“But I want you-” you whine, pulling his face back up to yours.

“Don’t worry pretty girl,” he pinches your chin, “I’m still going to blow your back out, just with a condom on.”

He pushes you down onto the couch, getting between your legs on the floor, “you’ll let me have a taste right?”

You nod, pushing yourself to the edge of the couch, heart racing in your chest. You still have your panties on, and you’re about to lift your hips when Haechan reaches out, there’s a flash of red, and then your panties are gone, torn in half and discarded.

Haechan grabs your thighs, and brings you the rest of the way to his awaiting mouth. He doesn’t play around with you, diving straight into it all, tongue tasting, nose bumping your clit deliciously. His fingers dig into your flesh and he groans against your pussy, the vibrations running through your entire body. You grab at his hair, legs shaking on either side of his head.

Your suppressants have helped a little, but you’re still way more sensitive than usual. Your hips buckle against Haechan’s face, and his nose bumps your clit again, causing a squeal to leave your lips. Your abdomen tenses as your orgasm builds shamefully quickly. It helps that Haechan’s simply amazing at oral.

It feels wonderful to have someone else making you feel good. Your fingers are not even comparable to the touch of another person, let alone an alpha who seems set on making you cum in record time.

You can’t even warn him when you cum, your orgasm smashing into you the moment his lips focus more on your clit. Haechan’s strong hands hold you down even as your hips try to buckle against his face, body writhing with the intensity of your orgasm, legs shaking on his shoulders.

You’re crying from pleasure when he finally pulls away from your pussy. Through teary lashes, you watch him wipe your wetness from his chin and lick his thumb clean. His eyes are fixed on your pussy, and although you want him- you need a breather.

This is a good thing, this means your suppressants must be somewhat working. When an omega is in heat, they can have sex for ages, or so you’ve heard. So a break is more than welcome.

You close your legs and Haechan looks up at you. Your skin is covered in a pretty sweat, and it prompts him to stand and go to your bedroom door to retrieve the ice cream you’d forgotten there in your haste to join him at the window earlier. He brings it to you, placing it in your hands, then he heads to the window, opening it wider, “can you feel the air from there?” he asks.

You nod, taking a large spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. The coolness feels amazing and you’re still hazy from your orgasm, which makes the entire experience delightful. You let out a moan of pleasure and Haechan laughs from where he’s standing at the window. He finds your sensitivity adorable, even if it is likely mostly due to your heat.

You finish your ice cream and set it down, looking towards Haechan, who seems to be watching the world below. “Alpha?”

That gets his attention.

His pupils are blown when he looks at you, and you think he must be trying really hard over by the window to calm down the side of him telling him to ravage you. You remember how you must smell to him, and are a little taken aback by his composure. Being by the window is smart, he must be breathing the fresh air- whereas his scent floats towards you.

“Do you need more?” he taunts.

You nod, licking your lips in anticipation.

As he approaches, you turn your body to fit the couch better, opening your legs so he can lay down between them. The moment Haechan’s knees are on the couch you pull him to your chest, lips attacking him as your arms wrap around the back of his neck. He props himself up with his forearm near your head, and his other hand finds your pussy.

“Where does it hurt baby?” he coos, moving his lips to your jaw and then your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses across your flesh, tasting your skin- he cant get enough of the way you smell. “Here?” his fingers brush your clit and you moan, hips buckling up against his hand.

“Or inside?” one finger slides into you and you gasp, pushing your chest up against his only to realize you still have a bra on.

“Haechan-” you whine, moving your straps down. He’s not giving you enough space to get access to the bra clasp behind you-

His finger leaves your entrance and you’re about to argue about that too when his he shoves two fingers into your mouth instead. You immediately close your eyes and suck, groaning at your taste and the way his fingers feel-

He removes his fingers from your mouth too soon, and his hand slips under you and unclasps your bra, then he tears it off of you roughly. It joins your panties on the floor.

His lips attach to your nipple, hand cupping your breast and squeezing as he does so. The stimulation makes you rut your hips up, reminding Haechan of what he’d been doing a moment ago.

This time, two fingers slide into you.

You grip his shoulders, moans uninhibited by Haechan’s lips on yours, he’s pleasantly occupied with your nipple, which he’s teasing with his teeth. If he continues this you’re not going to last long-

Haechan’s kisses begin to rise up to your throat again, “I said, tell me where it hurts.” he growls, “here?” his fingers crook up and expertly slam into a spot inside of you that has your toes curling and your nails clawing into his shoulders.

“Right there!”

“Are you sure it hurts here?” Haechan smirks against your neck, kissing you while his fingers abuse the spot over and over again.

You’re a whimpering mess, unable to even respond. Your body feels electrified with pleasure, legs shaking around Haechan’s hips, unable to close and escape the building feeling.

“Already so close.” Haechan’s teeth tug at your ear, and then he goes down to your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple. He stops for a moment and looks up at you, smirking, “you’re not even stretched out enough for my cock yet.”

You explode on his fingers as his lips attach to your nipple again, head thrown back into the couch pillow while your hips buckle. You try to get away from the fingers that ravage you through your entire orgasm until you’re shivering and there are tears rolling down your cheeks, but to no avail. Haechan holds you down, giving you everything you’ve ever needed… and then some.

You watch Haechan lick his fingers clean, groaning at your taste. When he looks up at you, his eyes are red, and you know he’s finally snapped.

He grabs you roughly, dragging you up and into a tight embrace so he can stand from the couch. Your legs wrap around his waist and your lips attach to his, not caring where he takes you.

A moment later you land on your bed and you let out a groan of comfort, happy to be in your soft space. Then your eyes go to Haechan, who’s at the foot of your bed, pulling his shirt off to expose beautiful skin that you want to pepper in kisses.

You place yourself in the middle of the bed, opening your legs for the man who gets his pants undone. A moment later you’re gaping at his cock, which is arguably one of the bigger cocks you’ve ever seen in your life. Haechan slips a condom on and part of you wants to make a comment about ‘magnum XL’s’ but you don’t know your condom brands well enough to execute the joke properly… and also, well, every thought entering your brain is quick to be overtaken by the visual of Haechan.

A moment later he’s in your arms, lips feverish against yours. He’s worked up and energized from waiting so long, and you think he must have some of the best self control you’ve ever seen in an alpha.

Two fingers slide into your core instead of what you were expecting and you groan, pushing lightly at his chest, “i need you.” you say between kisses.

“You sure?”

“You’re literally not even mating me-” this is the first time you’ve talked back to him, and Haechan doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence, cock replacing his fingers and pushing into you.

You gasp, grabbing his shoulders tightly as your body flutters around the massive intrusion. You’re wet, incredibly wet, so it makes his strokes smooth, but you can feel that he’s missing the moment he pulls out of you, only to glide back in and reinhabit the space that had felt ghosted. Each thrust earns a whine from you as your eyes scrunch up with pleasure.

Haechan is gasping against your lips, watching you with soft brown eyes that want to soak up every detail of your pleasure. You’re definitely his soulmate. There’s no way in hell that you’re not. And he can feel it with every fibre of his being.

The wolf inside of him is bubbling to the surface, becoming more eager as Haechan’s passions rise. His heart is racing in his chest and when you whimper “alpha” in the dirtiest tone he’s ever heard, his other half tears free and comes to the forefront.

Haechan pulls out of you and flips you onto your tummy, he straddles your legs and forces them together, then flattens himself against your back, cock sliding into your wet entrance. It’s a very tight fit this way, for both of you, and your moans fill the room.

When you push your ass up and back against Haechan slightly, it causes him to hit the same spot he’d abused with his fingers earlier, and you cry out, grabbing at the pillows as you moans are forced from you.

Haechan’s lips are hot against the scruff of your neck and your shoulders, his hands covering yours, fingers lacing and squeezing.

His weight pushes you into the bed, and he dwarfs you with his size, which is the sexiest thing in the world. He’s your big alpha, and you can’t even take it, cumming for the umpteenth time today.

You’d been tight in this position before cumming, but when you orgasm, your pussy clamps onto Haechan like a vice, and it’s all he can do not to be dragged over the edge with you. But you both ride it out, and soon your whimpering stops.

“One more?” he asks, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as you try to catch your breath under him.

You manage to nod and Haechan man handles you into doggy position. His hands smooth over your back then roughly grab your waist, pulling you onto his cock again.

You let out a moan at the stretch, burying your face in pillows. You want him to use you. This is the natural position for it after all, and he’s going so deep-

“Haechan-” you whine loudly, “fill me up.”

He laughs throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, scoffing at the fact that you’d say that after he specifically told you he really does not want kids-

“Fuck, alpha, fill me up, please-”

But holy fuck- maybe… and that’s a slight maybe, Jaehyun is onto something with his breeding kink. Despite what Johnny may say, Haechan thinks his cum is pretty magical, and if you’re going to say shit like this-

Haechan reaches his hand around your body so he can rub your clit and your toes curl with oversensitivity, your hands further knotting up the sheets. “Please-” you whimper pathetically.

“Cum for me.”

Your body tenses as he tears an orgasm out of you, and you’re somewhat grateful that he stops rubbing your clit- only for him to get a better grip on your waist so he can fuck you harder while you both cum.

You think you must black out from the pleasure because the next thing you know, Haechan is looking down at you and you’re in a fresh shirt. Confused, you blink at the man who’s just set you down in bed.

“What happened?” you ask, voice hoarse.

Haechan hands you a glass of water from your bedside table. “You passed out.”

You sip your water, still a little confused.

“I think you just really needed a good dicking down to suppress your heat.” he explains with a cocky grin, “are you feeling okay right now?”

You consider his words and realize you feel fine, “a little tired.”

“Perfect, go to sleep.” he pulls the blankets up to cover your legs and stands up but you grab his hand.

“Where are you going?”

“The living room.”

“But-”

“You have to wake up at four am for more heat suppressants. A week from now, you can wake me up for sex as much as you want, but until your heat is over we have to be careful.” he reminds you, ever the alpha who knows better than you, you suppose. “And I need to go get more condoms if this is something you think would make your heat easier-”

You nod, still a little taken aback by his ever constant lack of pressure. “You’ll be here in the morning?” you ask, yawning.

“Of course.”

Haechan watches you cuddle up to your pillow, eyes closed. He really did a number on you, and it’s not like you’d gotten a good rest the night before, so he really doesn’t blame you for passing out, he’s just glad it happened after you’d both finished.

Thankfully you’d only been out long enough for him to discard his condom, clean you up with a towel, and maneuver you into a shirt, or he may have gotten more worried.

When the young alpha collapses onto your couch, your smell washes over him and he breathes in deeply to allow the feeling of you to cocoon him pleasantly.

The next morning Haechan wakes up early and runs to his apartment to grab a few supplies; clothes, condoms, his laptop, a charger, etc…

When he reaches the elevator, it opens to reveal Doyoung.

The alphas all live in the same building, for pack safety reasons.This is why Haechan couldn’t bring you home with him that first night even though his instinct had told him to.

An omega in heat would not do well in a building full of alphas, or, at least, her alpha mate would never feel comfortable with it.

Any time Johnny or Jaehyun’s omegas have heats, they take them to designated luxury heat hotels which have entire floors for couples who won’t be bothered by anyone else for as long as they want to ride out the heat. Haechan couldn’t just take you to one of these places when he first met you, but maybe next time-

Doyoung’s prying tone snaps Haechan out of his daydream, “Where are you going this early in the morning?”

There’d been a time, quite recently in fact, where Haechan may have avoided picking a fight with the overly intrusive alpha who fancies himself above the younger male. But today, Haechan’s on alert, hackles raised while not with you.

“I have an omega to get back to.” Haechan answers with a smile, stepping into the elevator and facing forward, ignoring the alpha who begins to gawk at him.

Doyoung doesn’t have his own omega and Haechan knows it.

“Anyone could have found her on the street and she’d be with them right now.” Doyoung spits out a moment later.

Yesterday, before talking to you, this would have hurt. This would have been devastating. But today, Haechan just laughs. He’s already proved that he’s special to you using science, because your words hadn’t been enough to convince him.

After concocting an astute hypothesis, Haechan had purposefully not taken a shower at your place. He’s covered in your smell, which to him, is still very powerful. But Doyoung doesn’t even bat an eye. Your omega scent is naturally hidden under Haechan’s, unless you’re in heat, which had been why the pack could smell you on him at the meeting. But he’s the only one who can smell you while you’re on suppressants, and Doyoung has proven that. He’s proven that Haechan is, indeed, special to you.

The elevator doors open and Haechan takes a deep breath, allowing the smell of you that clings to his shirt to wash over his senses again.

Adjusting his jacket on his shoulders, Haechan heads off towards your apartment. Able to feel with every step that he’s getting closer to you. He knows that that it’s the invisible cord of fate tying him to you, pulling him closer, and Haechan knows that no matter what happens after this week, even if he doesn’t end up being your alpha, you’ll always be his omega.

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