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Off Limits - Jeong Yunho

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Going to college for you was very serious. Nothing could stand in the way which meant often rejecting social events and saying no to anything to risk. That was until you met Yunho, someone you would risk it all for.

Pairing: College!Jeong Yunho x fem. reader

Genre: mutual pining, strangers to friends with benefits - MINORS DNI

Contains: mentions of celibacy, mentions of alcohol consumption, nudity, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, slight begging, protected intercourse, characters losing their virginity, orgasm

Note: based on a request from @jonghoslvt ☆ no joke, I adore you and never thought you'd take up my offer. I really hope this doesn't disappoint because I literally fell in love with the idea the moment you hit my inbox

Word Count: 7.8k

"But y/n, it's not even a frat party," your best friend whined. "Yeah! We're too old for that anyways," your other friend chimed in.

You currently found yourself in a standoff. At first, you had situated yourself in your bed with your textbooks to have a quiet night in. Your friends, however, took it upon themselves to propose an alternative idea. One that you often rejected.

"Are you forgetting that we have midterms next week? I would like to start spring break stress-free."

Your entire life has been focused on going to college. If asked about your childhood, you would always recall how happy you were growing up. But you never overlooked the sacrifices your parents made for you. Going to college was never realistic or them, so they worked overtime I order to provide you with the opportunity to live a better life than they ever got a chance for. Their struggles were something you can never ignore, which made you want to work hard to make them proud.

And since getting to college, it was about doing well to be able to show them why their hard work was worth it. You also had a personal goal of being able to afford to repay them for everything.

To get to that point, that meant often saying no to social obligations so you could study. Your weekends often looked like you were crammed in the library. Or, if you needed human interaction, propping yourself at a coffee shop to mix in with the crowd.

Breaks were the opportunities to let loose and have a little bit of fun. Yet, your breaks often looked like doing work for internships. Now that senior year has arrived, you are also adding in time to scroll through LinkedIn and Indeed for potential job openings

"Y/n, I adore you, and what a little studious bookworm you are. However, it is senior year. We have less than 3 months to make stupid decisions before adult obligations. There is also the chance we might not be living even in the same state or country! Do you really want to live life only when we come to visit or you visit someone else?"

You never went to a frat party. You never had a random hookup. You always played things safe.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh as you gazed down at your lap where your textbook rested. She had a point. While you were very excited about being that true adult version of you, you weren't ready for the hard parts of it like no longer living with your best friends or really having little interaction.

"And I'll tell you what. We don't have to stay all night. If you get overwhelmed or are over it, we will come straight home and watch Love Is Blind."

You perked up at her compromise. When you looked up, hopeful eyes were staring back at you before you silently nodded. That was enough to send them into squeals and start to drag yourself out of bed.

What were you getting yourself into?

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Little did you know, across campus, a similar debate was going on.

"Guys, I really don't like house parties like that," Yunho huffed. "And how do you know if you've ever been?" Mingi challenged him.

Yunho couldn't help but narrow his eyes on his best friend. He had a point, but damn, did he hate it when he was right. Out of the two them, Mingi was the more social one. Before a party was finalized, Mingi was already receiving texts about the details so word could spread like wildfire.

On the other hand, Yunho often opted for quiet nights in. He would spend nights either gaming with Seonghwa or drinking at home with a few friends. What was the point in going to a house party when they already had beer in their apartment?

There was also a part that loved hearing Mingi's retelling of what went down. Yunho simply didn't like parties, the situations that could arise from consuming too much alcohol, and the morning recovery.

"You owe me!" "For what?!"' "I mean," Mingi began. "I am your best friend. I'm sure you owe me something!"

Yunho rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the smirk curling onto his lips. It amused him greatly the antics Mingi always tried getting into, and how he basically became a whimpering puppy for attention.

"What will you do for me if I go?" Yunho challenged. "I will literally never ask you to come out again if you absolutely hate it. Or I will do all the chores in the house for the next month."

That caught Yunho's attention instantly. He liked to consider himself a very clean man, never knowing who might step into their humble abode. However, Yunho still liked to maintain a welcoming household and seemed like he had things together. First impressions mattered the most to him. And it was no secret Mingi often dirtied up any clean space, no matter how recently Yunho finished cleaning.

"Wait? Are you being serious?"

With Mingi cleaning, that meant that Yunho could just spend time the way he wanted to - playing video games and chilling with his friends. Yunho definitely was a person who liked being around people, but he didn't like situations that could get messy quickly. Hence why there was a slight aversion to going to parties where things could go 0 to 100 too quickly.

At home, Yunho was in control. He was the mood maker who kept a warm, welcoming environment. That meant one that was clean and safe for everyone. An oasis from the chaos of university.

"I'm dead serious, Yunho." "Deal!"

Little to Yunho know just how overwhelming the atmosphere would be. Even though Yunho certainly liked making memories with his friends, he was almost intimidated. All around him were drinks being passed left and right, not even knowing what was in the drink but it made his noise scrunch up as all he could smell was cheap perfume and alcohol. It practically burned his nostrils.

"Relax, Yunho," Wooyoung laughed. "You are about to give away that you've never had pussy before."

Yunho's head snapped towards his younger friend, a look of shock on his face. "Do you ever not think with your dick?"

"Will you ever sleep with someone? Come on. You're in college. Make a bad decision." "I'm fine with sticking to this one," Yunho sighed.

It wasn't that Yunho didn't want to have sex. However, he knew just how special being intimate with someone is. What mattered to him was waiting for the person he felt like he could be that vulnerable with. Just finding a random person and doing it sounds disgusting. Not how he wanted his first time go.

Nobody has caught his attention yet.

"Oh ease up, Yunho. Woo just is looking out for you," Mingi laughed. "But if you do find someone, bedrooms are open upstairs.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Well, to be the bearer of good news," Jongho called out. "It seems like Yunho has a pair of eyes on him."

What was he talking about?

Slowly, Yunho looked over his shoulder whereas his friends seemed to wipe their heads around. Way to be subtle. There was this pattern that always occurred where girls seemed to have taken an interest in Yunho, but he never reciprocated. He was just content with the way things were in his life - no drama, no mess.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight behind him. There's no way.

Yunho has seen you around campus before. The two of you have never had a class together, seeing as your respective programs were in two different buildings. Yet, there were always ways you two crossed paths. You were heavily involved on campus or often in the library studying. Yunho did frequent the library, but if there was no immediate open spot available, he would leave. He always thought you were cute, but the opportunity never presented itself where he could make a move.

He didn't quite think that asking someone, a complete stranger, out on a date in the library when they were obviously busy was romantic.

To be honest, he never saw you as a party girl. You were often studying out of your mountain of textbooks or typing like your life depended on it on your laptop. He adored that side of you. When your hair was pulled back and your glasses framed your face, highlighting your big eyes.

Tonight, you opted for a different look. You ditched your sweats for a short black skirt that had a small slit on the right side. You wore a white shirt but that was mostly hidden underneath the leather jacket you wore. Your hair was downing loose curls. Your makeup also looked like it was light, but he was drawn to your cherry red lipstick.

I wonder if it also tastes like cherries.

Yet, tonight, you seemed like you had no agenda. Your eyes did glance in his direction, followed by whispers and giggles from your friends. To say his interest was peaked is an understatement.

You were someone who caught his attention. And his friends seemed to notice.

"Hey y/n," Mingi called out.

Yunho's head immediately turned towards Mingi who wore a smirk on his face. He wouldn't.

But it was too late. Mingi was already halfway across the room to greet you and your friends. And Yunho was hot on his trails.

"See you finally are breaking out of the library to join the rest of us," he commented.

You rolled your eyes before greeting him with a hug. Of course, Mingi knew you. He knew everyone. How did you two meet though? You weren't an ex-girlfriend or else you would have been over to the dorms. And you had a face that was impossible to forget. Maybe Mingi got tutoring from you?

"Don't hold your breath, Mingi. I was offered an out if I want to take it," you warned.

Your voice was just as angelic as Yunho imagined it. You often studied alone, unless you were shoved into a group project by your professors. Hearing how you speak made his heart flutter.

"Well maybe I can offer a reason to stay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. Mingi nodded over his shoulder which caused you to instinctively look over.

Everything else froze the moment your eyes met. It was like a scene from a romantic movie where the lights highlight the dream girl, music fades out. Nothing else matters at the moment besides you.

"Y/n, I want you to meet my best friend, Jeong Yunho. Yunho, be nice. This is y/n."

I was brought back to reality by Mingi gently patting me on the shoulder and giving me a slight shove. Luckily, I was quick on my feet to prevent myself from stumbling into this girl and making a fool out of myself. The wouldn't be a great first impression.

By your body language, Yunho could tell that you were out of your element. But so was he. Your eyes bounced around as you noticed your friends and his had left the two of you alone.

"Why don't we head out of here? Maybe go to the kitchen? Away from the crowds?"

Your eyes instantly lit up at his offered. The sight of you feeling relieved made Yunho felt proud, but also served as a motivating factor to ensure you always felt that content especially around him.

With a hand on your lower back, Yunho escorted you two out of the main part of the house. His eyes flickered all around to see where there were less people. However, people were playing drinking games in the kitchen. He glanced down at the cup in your hand to see you still had something to drink. The stairs, on the other hand, were vacant.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I've been wanting to get to know you, y/n," he confessed.

Instantly, you felt your cheeks heat up. You nodded before following Yunho's lead. Your friend groups watched almost in astonishment at how quickly things progressed. Mingi was the proudest, as he played cupid after all.

As the two of you descended up the stairs, you could hear the bass of the music from below but could not quite make out the words. The loud conversations faded out to where you could just hear the footsteps of you and Yunho. You swore though you could feel your racing, and you were nervous Yunho could hear it too.

He flashed you a warm smile as he began trying the doorknob on the first door he saw.

"Occupied!" Someone shouted from within. The two of you felt yourself get hot in the face.

Quickly, he maneuvered the two of you to the bedroom across the hallway. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked and lights were off. An indicator that it was unoccupied. And to confirm, Yunho stepped in first by gently pushing the door. He let out a sigh of relief as there was no one.

"Perfect. Now I can actually get to know you."

He wanted to know me? The girl who is always studying?

He stepped out of the doorway, his back against the bedroom door to allow you inside. You thanked him with a soft smile before stepping into the room. You did notice he closed the door but also left it unlocked. It honestly made you feel a bit safer just by his gentle gaze and consideration.

Whenever you've seen Yunho walking around campus, you've always taken note of his soft aura. Maybe that's why it was so easy to lean into the potential friendship with him.

You found yourself walking into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands flattened out the skirt so it covered a bit more of your legs. Yunho joined you, keeping a bit of space but nothing too much. Just enough so you could speak one another but be respectful and mindful of your own personal space.

"I'm surprised to see you here tonight," Yunho commented, a smile still on his lips. "You just never seemed to be the party girl." "You know me already," you laughed. "I'm honestly not but my friends want to make lasting memories before graduation," you explained.

Yunho couldn't help but chuckle which caused you to raise an eyebrow. He quickly cleared his throat, a light hue coating his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It just seems that our friends are in the same mindset since that's why I got dragged out of the apartment tonight." "I guess it isn't so bad now that I'm here with you."

You swore that Yunho's cheeks got darker. You also noticed how his smile widened to the point his eyes became hidden. He was just too adorable.

"So mystery girl knows who I am," he chuckled again.

God, his laugh was so infectious. I could just sit hear and listen to it all day.

"And I'm surprised my campus crush knows even who I am." "Oh? I'm your campus crush?" He smirked.

Now it was your turn to blush a bit. Damn, caught red-handed.

"Well yeah. I've seen you all over with Mingi or when you are trying to study in the library. Guess you could say I've always been curious."

Yunho's ego soared. He didn't come here to get lucky, but he was. He felt as if he had one the lottery.

"There's something else I've been curious about," he admitted.

Your upper body had turned towards him. The moonlight shining from the window made your eyes sparkle. It was as if you had the whole universe in your eyes. Your head was tilted slightly, a habit Yunho was quickly learning about you and equally adored.

One hand remained at a respectful spot in the space between the two of you. Yet, his right hand reached across to cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately as your eyes widened slightly. Yet, your body felt relaxed underneath his touch.

He never wanted to take things too far, but a little kiss never hurts, right?

"Is it okay if I kiss you, y/n?" He whispered.

Your name coming from his lips sent butterflies in your stomach. "Yes," you whispered back.

He offered another gentle smile before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. His lips felt soft and gentle as he didn't want to pressure you to kiss him back. But you would be a mad person if you didn't. You matched his tempo, allowing him to lead the kiss.

Tiny electric shocks were sent throughout your body. You couldn't help but allow your arms to wrap around his neck, which gave him the green light to move his hand off the bed to your knee. His warm hand caressed your exposed skin.

"I like the feeling of your hands on me," you murmured against his lips.

Fuck, Yunho, you're in trouble. Your statement made his brain all fuzzy. Yet, he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He was almost positive you meant innocence in your statement.

His hand moved from your knee to your hip where he lifted you with ease. You gasped softly, pulling back from the kiss. You never expected him to be so strong! Your mouth was slightly open as you were positioned on his lap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Yunho said. "Did I move too fast?"

You turned towards him and shock your head. Your heartbeat was felt throughout your whole body. If it was anyone else, you might have gone running out the door by how overwhelmingly intense the moment felt. With Yunho? All you wanted was to stay.

"No, this is perfect," you confessed. Your one hand stayed wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through your hair. "Is this okay? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I don't just kiss cute boys who I barely now."

Yunho couldn't help but smile softly at your sentiment. You were too sweet. "Well, maybe we can become more than strangers?" His hand caressed your side affectionately, easing any nerves left in your body.

"I'd like that," you whispered.

You were about to go in to kiss Yunho again when the bedroom door busted open. You gasped as Yunho gently moved you off, shielding your body. The people who busted in just gasped before quickly closing the door behind them, muttering apologizes.

Way to kill the mood.

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That was three weeks ago. Yunho and you kept in good contact, especially now that Mingi prided himself in bringing two of his favorite people together. Even though you and Yunho were as far from being a couple as anything else. If anything, you two were beginning to deepen your friendship.

Yunho now had a reliable person to study, with who would keep him accountable for actually getting work done. And you had someone who made life fell less lonely.

And it was a bonus that each study session ended with a makeout session at your apartment. It was almost a ritual between the two of you. At the end of the night, Yunho would make sure you had eaten before walking him. You would then offer to come in for some water or coffee, depending on what else he had going on in the evening. Which were ultimately excuses to go to your bedroom.

Never before had you felt so safe with someone. Yunho looked after you, which honestly blew you away considering how new the friendship was. Yet, for Yunho, taking care of you was a duty. Even if you weren't official, he always wanted to make sure you knew someone was looking out for you.

That was as evident as ever when you two were behind closed doors. Light kisses led to light touches. His hands often wondered to your lower back, maybe underneath your shirt to cup your bra-covered breasts. Your hands would fall on his chest, sometimes down his abs towards where his belt was. Kisses on your lips led to neck kisses then to hickies which your roommates teased you relentlessly about.

Nothing more though. You had told Yunho that you were always anxious when it came to sex. You didn't want to jeopardize everything you worked for. And Yunho always respected that, especially since he was waiting for the right person. He didn't want to regret something so meaningful. And you respected that too.

Yet, you couldn't ignore your own urges anymore. There was something powerful between the two of you. You just weren't sure how to tell Yunho how you were feeling without scaring him off.

The past three weeks have been the time of your life. He made you feel warm and fuzzy, as if you were the main character in a Nicholas Spark's novel. And Yunho felt like he was on Cloud 9 with you. He never wanted to lose that feeling.

Buzz buzz

You were currently in the kitchen of your college apartment, slicing up an apple and peanut butter. A favorite study time snack of yours. Your eyes warned over to see Yunho's name flash on your phone which instantly brought a smile on your face.

"Oh! Y/n must be talking to Yunho," your roommate teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips. Yeah, you were down bad for him.

"Hey pretty girl, what are you up to today?" "Not studying! I got everything done." "So you have time for me?"

Your smile grew wider at his text. You literally felt your heart flutter.

"Maybe.. is it worth it though?" "Oh darling, don't you worry. I'm going to make sure you feel on top of the world." "Where are we going?" "My place? 7pm?"

You glanced at the time at the top left corner of your phone. 5:41pm. Not much time to get ready.

"Anything I should bring over?" "Just yourself. It is all I need."

Lord have mercy.

Your snack was long forgotten as you ran up the stairs. The excitement about seeing Yunho, being alone with him drove you in ways academic achievement and goals accomplished never could.

You wear wearing a loose sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Nothing too suggestive but also easy to remove. You never wanted to go in assuming any situation, but you couldn't help but be hopeful. Your roommates also noticed your change of perspective since Yunho came into your life. They liked seeing this side of you - the side where you were allowing yourself to enjoy life rather than focus on work and outcomes.

"Make sure you say hi to Yunho for us," your one roommate teased as you rushed to grab your wallet and keys. "Should we expect you tonight or tomorrow afternoon?"

Your cheeks were a bit red, not from embarrassment. There was not one ounce that was ashamed to be so scandalous with Yunho. Maybe it was because it was your little secret, the part of your that you were allowing to flourish for the first time, that was being exposed. While you weren't sure if you and Yunho would be anything more than friends, you were safe to say you were no longer strangers.

"I'll just text you guys when I'm heading home," you laughed, trying to ease your own nerves. Yet, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach which mad you jittery.

"Oh, no need. We have your location, y/n." "Creeps," you huffed. "Or just care about your well-being! But we also know Yunho will take care of that part."

I need to get out of here. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6:47pm. Yunho was just a 5 minute walk away from your apartment, so you were in no rush but any excuse to get to Yunho quickly.

"Hey, I'm heading over now :)" you texted him. "Can't wait to be with you."

You waved goodbye to your roommates who sounded off in encouraging cheers. You shook your head playfully before walking out the door to Yunho's apartment. With each step, your heartbeat is faster and louder. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn't even know how to tell him.

"Hi pretty girl," Yunho said, answering the door. His height always left you breathless. You knew you were down bad when his height is something you adore. He was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with a yellow smiley face in the middle and black sweatpants.

Gently, he stepped out of the way to allow you to enter. You smiled appreciatively before walking in and slipped off your shoes. Mingi was in the kitchen, wiping down the countertop after dinner assumedly.

"Hey y/n. I'm about to head out!" He exchanged a look with Yunho, but you were too hyper-focused on Yunho's hand on your lower back. You could basically turn into Jell-o. "I'll see you around," he snickered.

"Bye Mingi," Yunho muttered. His demeanor softened when he turned towards you though, offering that gentle smile that makes you want to do anything he says. "Wanna go up to my room?"

You nodded before taking the lead. You've been all too familiar with the staircase that led up to Yunho's bedroom. Each time you walked in front of him, Yunho struggled. He surely had the best view in the world but wanted to do his absolute best to remain respectful.

Once you arrived in his room, you were a bit taken back. This wasn't the usual setup. You were much accustomed to the floor lamp being on, his laptop ready for a movie.

Tonight, the no lights were on. Instead, he had lit a few candles that were new additions to the top of his dresser. It created a glow in the room that was warm and welcoming. It also had a smell of vanilla and cashmere, two of your favorite scents. He was a good listener. Soft, sensual music was playing in the background from the speaker by his desk.

You stepped into the room but didn't go to the bed this time. You turned towards him, keeping a bit of distance but yearning to be close to him.

"What's all this for, Yunho?"

He loved the way his name sounded from your lips. It sent shivers down his spine. He smiled gently before taking a step closer, closing the door behind him. Once again, he didn't lock it right away. Yunho was the exception in a world of boys where he was a gentleman. He always offered you an out, always a way to leave if you so choose. Yunho never placed expectations on you. He followed your lead.

"Y/n," he began. One of his hands gently reached out for yours, fingers gently wrapping around your own but not quite holding it just yet. It was endearing. "You mean so much to me. I mean, I've always been mesmerized by you, but I never knew someone could have such a large impact until you came into my life. I've never wanted to open up to someone the way I open up to you."

Your eyes widened slightly, stepping even a bit closer to Yunho. Your mind was jumping to conclusions but you did everything to stay calm.

"There is just something special between us, angel," he whispered. His hand fully slipped into yours as the other gently moved to hold your hip, keeping you close. His touch was gentle yet firm, almost as if he was begging you to say but also allowing you to move if you desired. "You complete me in ways I never imagined. Both emotionally and mentally, and our physical connection is something I'd like to explore more."

Oh my god.

"I understand if maybe that's something you never wanted with me but-" "But just kiss me. Please."

His eyes now widened this time. You were biting your lip gently as you gazed up at him with your big doe eyes.

Come on, Yunho. Get it together.

No longer hesitating, he leaned in fully to press his lips against yours. His hand squeezed your hip affectionately. Unlike the other times he's kissed you, this was more passion. He had a certain level of assertiveness that made you melt. Your hands moved from holding his to resting on his chest and the other on his arm.

With ease, Yunho picked you up which caused you squeal. He pulled back from the kiss to look up at you. You noticed this time his gaze was a bit more seductive which made you feel all tingly.

"Oh darling, I'll get you squealing for another reason soon enough," he promised you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You knew he'd never let you fall, so your action was more to lure him in closer. His hands moved to hold your ass, giving a playful squeeze which indeed sent your squealing again. Even though the sensations were newer to you, it felt so good when it was Yunho touching you.

Gently, Yunho tossed you on his bed. Your sweatshirt moved a bit to expose your midriff. Your hair was sprawled out on his comforter. And with the glow from the candles, Yunho swore you looked angelic.

"You can say no at anytime, darling," he promised you. His voice was in a soft tone but firm. This was serious for him which made your heart swell.

"I trust you. This is new for me too, but I want to experience it with you."

At first, he remained standing at the foot of his bed. Just enough so he could slip his own sweatshirt over his head. You couldn't help but stare at his exposed chest. He was built so beautifully.

Yunho noticed which caused him to smirk. Not wanting to be apart from you any longer, his hands gently then moved to your exposed skin. "What do you crave first, darling? I want to make sure you're all wet for me."

His words caused your cheeks to warm up tremendously. Your brain was all fuzzy just coming to realize this was actually happening. You were about to have sex with Yunho, your campus crush. This felt just too good yet nothing extraordinary has happened yet.

"Could you eat me out? I've always wanted to know what it feels like," you confessed. "Your wish is my command, princess."

His hands moved from your hips to the waistband of your leggings. He glanced up at you once more to make sure you were comfortable and okay with proceeding. You couldn't help but giggle before running your hand through his hair comfortingly, giving him the nod he needed.

"So gorgeous, y/n, baby," he murmured. His lips kissed the exposed skin of your tummy before both of his hands began to move your legging dow your legs. "You look amazing in these leggings, but I'm so honored to be the one to take them off of you." His eyes then noticed the pink lace panties that you were wearing underneath. A tiny bow was in the front which made his mouth water.

You shivered as his hands gently began to tug off your panties. It was a bit chilly in the room for which Yunho smiled apologetically.

"I'll warm you up in no time, darling." "I have no doubt, baby. I know you always look out for me." "Always," Yunho vowed.

With your leggings and panties on the floor, Yunho crotched in front of you. His hands rested on your knees gently, thumbs caressing the outer part. He was a bit surprised how you opened them almost automatically for him, but he was overjoyed to know you wanted this just as much as him.

His cock twitched at the sight of how wet you already were, a slight glisten already noticeable. "My baby girl needs me, hmm?"

"I like when you speak to me like that," you confessed, letting out a shaky breath.

Yunho moved your one leg over his shoulder as the other rested on your thigh. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable. "What? You like knowing that I want you all to myself? That I want to be selfish?"

You were propped up on your elbows, gazing down at him. Your teeth were sunk into your lower lip in anticipation. All you could bring yourself was to nod in confirmation.

"Well, y/n, sweet girl. You are mine. You've been mine since the party, so don't doubt it again."

His tongue then licked a long strip along your pussy up to your clit. You let out a loud gasp, head tilting back. His hot breath hit your pussy causing you to shiver and spread your legs a bit wider, offering yourself completely to him. He hummed in satisfaction before letting the tip of his tongue circle your clit.

Your back arched slightly off his comforter. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself immerse fully into the pleasure.

He loved the taste of you. So sweet. His tongue ventured up and down your pussy before sticking into your tight hole. You let out a soft moan. It was music to his ears, knowing that he was capable of making you feel so good.

His cock was hardening by the sounds you were making. Twitching and began for attention. Soon though, he would get the relief he's always fantasized about.

You were his main priority though. He wanted this to be just as special, as meaningful for you as it was for him.

He pulled back which made your head snap down. Yunho couldn't help the small pout that formed on your lips. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere." His lips began to press kisses into your thighs as his one hand left your knee to gently trace along your pussy.

"Is it okay if I finger you, angel? Just want to make sure you're stretched out for me. Don't want to hurt you."

His speech was a bit slurred, almost as if he was drunk off the taste of you.

"Please. I want to feel all of you, want to feel of this for the first time with you."

Yunho leaned down to kiss your thighs. He moved his kisses towards your clit. He could imagine the feeling might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first, so he wanted to help ease you a bit.

When his lips met your clit, he kissed it delicately before wrapping his lips around it. He began sucking on it which had you moaning sweetly. He couldn't help but smile before sliding one finger into you. His eyes looked up at you to see your mouth slightly open. Yet, your body remained relaxed on his bed.

He moved his finger in and out of your pussy slowly. He let out a groan at the feeling of how warm, how wet you were. You just felt so inviting it sent him into a frenzy. He craved more that he was struggling to hold himself back but he knew all good things come with time. His cock was straining against his pants painfully.

"I'm going to add another, sweetheart, okay?" He murmured against you. The vibration of his voice against your pussy caused you to whimper out in euphoria as you still nodded your head.

"Can I hold your hand, baby?" you begged softly.

Instantly, his free hand left your thigh to rest against the comforter for you to hold. He didn't need to be told twice. Whether it was for reassurance or to feel close to him, he would do anything for you.

Slowly, he slipped another finger into you. This time, at the feeling of how full you were, your body tensed a bit. Yet, Yunho kept his fingers still inside of you. He didn't want to rush in as he kept his gaze on you. Feeling your fingers slip into his hand, he squeezed your hand reassuringly. And this time, you squeezed back. "Keep going. Please."

His fingers moved slowly. He couldn't help but stifle the moan from his lips as he wanted to suck on your clit a bit harder, to make sure you were still feeling good. When you started moaning again, he began to curl his fingers gently into your g-spot. That made you moan louder than before, an encouragement for Yunho to proceed.

He then began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching you out properly. Your eyes widened, your breathing becoming shaky and shallow.

"Speak to me, baby girl. How does this feel?" "S-so good, baby." "Tell me what you need." "You. Please." "How do you want me? You've already got me. Right here, angel." "I want you to fuck me."

His fingers stilled inside of you as he pulled back from your clit. He looked up at you as he knew there was no going back. He knew he wanted to continue, but he just wanted to make sure you weren't too caught up in the moment. He didn't want you regret such a vulnerable moment with him.

"Are you positive?" He asked in a gentle voice. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Slowly, his fingers slipped out of your pussy. You whimpered at the lose of contact but quickly moaned when you saw his fingers enter his mouth. He sucked on them gently, humming against his digits. You've never witnessed something so attractive before. Your cheeks were flushed at the sight too.

"So delicious, angel. Thank you for letting me have a taste."

Now standing fully at the end of his bed, his hands moved to undo his belt and unzip his pants. Your eyes widened when you saw the tent in his pants. You couldn't believe he got so turned on by tasting and touching you.

Seeing the effect you had over him made you feel powerful.

Noticing you were staring, he winked at you. "You are the only one with this effect over me. Only one I ever want." His belt clinked against the floor as his pants soon joined, exposing his grey boxers. He was so hot. Does he even know that? You were going to move up to offer to jerk him off or suck him but he stopped you before your upper body could even leave his bed.

Did you do something wrong? You frowned a bit as your eyes quickly landed on his. Was he regretting going this far with you?

"Tonight is all about you, sweetheart." "But I want to make this special for you too," you frowned. "You just being here is enough to make this special. I promise."

You were a bit hesitant, wanting to be insistent on making him feel good. But with the look in his eyes the lustful gaze, you knew it was not a topic up for debate. You settled back onto his comforter as he moved to grab a condom from his bedside table.

He was a man prepared for any scenario. Whether it be one of his friends needing a condom or when a moment like this finally presented itself.

His boxers soon joined the floor. His cock instantly slapped against his abs. You noticed the veins running around the sides and the angry red tip, begging for attention. You made a mental note that you just had to suck Jeong Yunho off.

He grabbed the gold wrapper to tear it open. His right hand grabbed the base of his cock to hold it still as his left hand skillfully slipped the latex on. It just made his cock glisten, make it more appealing.

Finally, Yunho joined you on the bed. His knees rested in between your legs to keep you spread for him. His one hand rested by your head as the other cupped your cheek. You felt his forehead press against yours but not once did he look away from you.

"I mean it when I say we can stop at any point, angel. Just say the word." "Yunho, you're too sweet to me but I need you."

You needed him. God, his eyes nearly rolled at the words you spoke.

He pressed his lips to yours for a moment. Even the room felt hot and heavy, he wanted to remind you just how important you were to him. You kissed him back for a moment until you felt his tip against your pussy. He kept his gaze on you, wanting to make sure you were okay with what happened.

"You ready?" "Yeah," you breathed out.

As slow as ever, Yunho pushed his tip into you. You bit you lip as you kept your eyes trained on him. It felt familiar, just like when his fingers entered you. You nodded slowly before he began to push more of himself into your pussy. His head nearly rolling back at the feeling of how warm and tight you were around him. "Fuck," he breathed out.

The sound of you letting out another whimper caused him to snap back to reality. He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh angel," he whispered. He didn't dare move another inch. This wasn't about his pleasure, this was about you. "What's wrong?" "It's just a lot," you confessed. Salty tears began to leave your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no," you begged. "I just need a moment."

Yunho nodded understandingly. He began to press soft kisses along your cheeks, your nose - anything to distract you from the pressure and temporary pain. He wanted to kiss you fully but he noticed you were breathing in deeply, trying to collect yourself and he didn't want to be inconsiderate.

"Take your time," he whispered. His hand moved to wipe your tears. "I go when you say go. I stop when you say stop." You took in another deep breath, really being able to feel how deep he was as your puss instinctively gripped his cock. He bit his lip to not moan, not wanting to do something that pressured you to say go.

However, in the few seconds of regulating your breathing, the pain began to feel like pleasure. It felt good. It was an odd feeling for sure, but one you wanted to continue with.

"Yunho?" you called out gently.

He pulled back so he could look into your eyes. His lips were curled up into that signature soft smile.

"Keep going. Please."

His eyes were trained on yours, almost as if he was looking for any hesitation. Yet, when he didn't see any, he nodded his head gently.

Before continuing to slip himself into you, he offered his hand for you to hold again. He really was a gentleman. Your fingers instantly slipped into his and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. That's all Yunho needed to continue slipping into your pussy.

Your breathing hitched again, but you remembered to breathe through it. And while it was a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't as bad as when you two started. You moaned when he eventually filled you completely.

"You okay, darling?"

He kept still but you could feel all of him inside of you. You felt so close, so vulnerable with him. It was overwhelming in the best sense.

"Never been better," you breathed out.

Satisfied, he began to retreat his hips before thrusting into you. Your head rolled back against his pillows and he rolled his head back at the feeling. "God damn," he breathed out. "You feel so good, angel. All for me."

His thrusts were slow at first, at an even pace. He was treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, something that needed to be fiercely looked after. And while you might have enjoyed the sentiment, you just needed him.

"Baby, go faster, please." "Fuck, are you sure? If you say yes, I might not be able to hold myself back anymore." "Let loose, baby boy." That's all he needed to hear. His hand planted firmly on the space by your head, his other hand still holding yours. However, his thrusts became quicker, became deeper. It was as if something primal took over him.

Your moans were louder as you felt all of him entirely with each threat. He was so big, so thick. He filled you up just so heavenly, in ways you couldn't describe besides perfection.

"That's it," you whined out. "Right there, baby." "God, I could die a happy man this way."

You couldn't help but giggle as you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder. Your fingernails dug slightly into his skin which seemed to send him pounding deeper into you.

The sound of wet skin slapping made him nearly delirious. He never imagined this would be happening especially not with you. Yunho truly won the jackpot. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your cheeks a light pink color. Your lips were slightly parted as you moaned without any control.

"You're so gorgeous, y/n."

Your walls began to tighten around him, a fire-like feeling taking over your stomach. His jaw was clenched, almost as if he was concentrating. You were a bit curious but began to notice the veins protruding out of his forearms from how hard he was thrusting.

You began to put the dots together.

"Are you close, baby?" "So fucking close," he huffed out. "Are you?"

His eyes were practically glued on you. All to make sure you felt on top of the world. He loved knowing that you two were sharing this experience together. The grip you had on his shoulder further encouraged him to give you everything he had.

No room to hesitate or overthink. "Yeah," you whimpered.

Sweat was beginning to coat his skin. You early drooled at the sight of how delicious he looked. How did you get so lucky?

"Let go, y/n, baby. I'm right there with you."

With one particularly hard thrust, you lost it. You felt like you were being sent into another dimension but the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing could have prepared you for the feeling as you truly believed you saw stars. Your legs shook slightly as Yunho groaned loudly, spurting his hot cum into the condom.

The heavy breathing from the two of you filled the room. The world outside of his bedroom seemed so far away as you felt so consumed by Jeong Yunho. You wouldn't want it any other way.

His cock started to soften inside of you but you two couldn’t bring yourselves to move. Your arms moved to wrap around him softly as he laid gently on you, keeping you close.

There was no other place you wanted to be. I guess sometimes you do need to take a risk and do something that might seem like it is off-limits.

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m1ngkis · 5 months ago

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hi love can i get a real nasty yunho smut. like where he just devours you cause you look so good ?? hmm i have no other specifics except its real nasty and yunho is very dominant. and the reader is an obedient sub! thank you love . like make it filthyyyyy

Dom!Yunho x Reader (18+ request)

A/N: You guys I had flu this last week so I apologize for taking so long with requests but this sickness really had me by the throat. Anyhow I’m backkk.

NO MINOR ZONE YALL KNOW

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It wasn’t like you had gotten dressed up and done a full face of makeup or anything. You had gotten home from work and practically somersaulted into the shower to wash the grime off of your skin.

You’d come out of the steamed bathroom with your towel wrapped and skin damp when you saw that look in Yunho’s eyes.

“What?” Your eyebrow arched as you walked past him sitting at the edge of the bed.

“You look like heaven.”

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes at him and make your way to his drawers, picking out a shirt.

“I’m serious.” His tone sends a shiver down your damp spine as you feel his eyes burning holes through you, his head already filled with disgusting fantasies. “Get over here. Let me touch you.”

Knowing you couldn’t deny him, you tossed the shirt back in the drawer and made slow steps towards him, dramatically swaying your hips with every move and making him chuckle.

Once in arms reach, he pulled you by the cotton towel to stand in between his legs.

Your arms settled around his neck as his hands tugged the towel loose, the material falling away and exposing your body to the cool air.

“Fuck” was all he managed before he buried his face in your neck, sucking at the skin in a way that made you arch, your hands flying to his hair.

“Yunho~” You whined, the sound like sweet honey in his ears.

His hands felt huge, his frame beneath you thick and strong as he pulled you into his lap. Instinctively, your hips roll against his.

“Just like that sweet girl, rubbing yourself off on me.” he said, grinning as he looks at you slowly slipping into a pleasure haze. The perfect toy to play with. “Does it feel good baby? Grinding on my cock?” He taunts with an experimental thrust.

“Yes” Feeling his hands grip and squeeze your hips, guiding your movements, a slick path formed on his groin from your arousal.

“Bet, I can get you to cum just like this? You gonna cum for me baby?”

As if he had summoned it himself, you found your head nodding as a wave of tightness swept through your system, an explosion that made your spine stiffen, arching into his mouth as a cry left your lips.

“Good girl” he whispered, his fingers on you chin, pulling your mouth to his, hungrily claiming your lips against his own. “Want more?”

“I want to see you..”

With a smile, he braces his hands on your thighs and flips you to lay on the bed so he can strip his clothes.

He makes quick work of the layers, practically ripping them off and tossing them away until he is bare and the sight of his cock makes you drool.

A blush creeps up his neck and around his ears as you get into one of your favorite positions, your head hanging off the edge of the bed as you hold your legs open, eyes closed, mouth wide and waiting.

“That’s my girl.” He groans, stroking his length and guiding it in your mouth, deep and hoarse as he cradles your neck, his grip strong, not forcing you but guiding your mouth, encouraging you to take him deeper, deep enough to choke as thick fingers probe your soaked folds as you half cough around his length, saliva dribbling from your lips.

“Messy” he hums, his hand cracking across your clit as he assaults your throat, There’s no finesse in his touch, smearing your slick across your folds, catching your clit and running fingers down, spreading wetness around your hole, clenching tight around nothing.

“Look at that pretty pussy..such a greedy little thing aren’t you?” He teases, slapping at your clit until you’re moaning around his cock, spit sliding down your cheeks as your lips stretch to accommodate him.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you allowing you to (barely) breathe as he maneuvers your body against the bed, laid out like a goddess in need of worship.

“So pretty. How’d I get lucky with you huh?”

Words are a thing of the past for you and he knows it. A cheesy smile sticks to his face as he pulls your limbs every which way until you lay on your side, one leg over his shoulder. You’re still hazy when he presses a kiss to your cheek and slides home, your heat instantly enveloping his cock and molding to perfection.

A shaky “F-Fuck~” escapes his lips as his breathing starts to tremble against your skin. “I love you… you know that?”

You nod your head as he cradles your cheek. “Good.”

You almost question why he even asked but when he begins to slam in and out of you roughly, withdrawing almost completely and burying himself back inside you, it clicks and you begin to fight for your sanity.

The way he has you angled makes him rub against you deeper than ever, your eyes getting lost in the back of your head as he sends you reeling.

He grunts with every thrust, teeth clenched tight as if to hold himself back.

“Yunho! Please!” You find yourself squealing as his tip nudges that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Yes pretty girl..Taking my cock so good. Such a good girl for daddy.”

The word Daddy slipping from his mouth while he slams into you sends you into a frenzy and short circuits your brain.

You go limp, allowing him to take you however he wants as he fucks you through your orgasm, your head swimming with pleasure. You can feel him throbbing inside you, trying to last every second.

“Fuck daddy! Cum inside me, please! I need it!” He feel him falter as he starts to succumb to his pleasure, thrusting deep once, twice more before collapsing on top of you.

“We’re gonna need another shower.”

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sunnybunnybabygirl · 1 month ago

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Silly lil boyfriend texts with Yeosang💕

Fluff, suggestive, crack

Full masterlist

ATEEZ masterlist

Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, bunny

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synthetickitsune · 8 months ago

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may i please request florist!san who secretly likes a regular at his flower shop, then he learns that she finally recently broke up with her ex so he does all kinds of things to cheer her up like slipping in cute notes or chocolates in the flowers she buys and to also maybe shoot his shot 🥹💕

thank youuu and no need to rush! please do take all the time you need 🫶

San (ATZ) | Flower Shop AU + hidden notes fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader

The change wasn’t immediately recognizable for what it truly was.

You might’ve missed a few weeks, which was concerning, but San understood that life happens and sometimes there’s just not enough time, money, or even energy to come to the flower shop, to keep the house looking pretty.

And of course he spent the better part of those weeks worried if you’ll ever show up again.

Some little part of him hoped that you won’t - the unselfish one, the one that only cared about your happiness as he tends to care about all strangers that come to his shop. If you never come again, then perhaps your manchild of a boyfriend has finally grown into a full fledged man and started buying you flowers like you deserve instead of leaving you to do it yourself.

It was just one of the few pieces of information he got from the limited amount of small conversations you had. Your boyfriend would give you a couple bucks and tell you to go buy yourself some red roses. An exact amount that would in no universe be covered by the money he gave you. Truly, San wonders why you bothered with that guy.

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him - but that’s only what the selfish part of his heart keeps telling him.

Things are different now, though. Something changed. You’re back to getting flowers, but they’re not roses anymore, and the bouquets are smaller. They also suit you more. You seem genuinely happy getting them.

San feels torn about it, although he’s mostly curious.

Until one day he sees your phone light up just as you’re about to pay, a name briefly flashing on the screen. You decline the call with lips pressed into a thin line. It’s not the time to be nosy, it’s not his place to ask-

“Is everything alright?” he asks carefully, then upon meeting your eyes he panics, “It’s just you seemed upset and you’ve been missing before…”

He’s just making it worse, he knows, but he hopes you can just take it as him being concerned about his business and not creepy. You study his face for a moment before sighing.

“We broke up,” you say simply, “And he keeps calling so that’s a little annoying.”

“Oh,” is all he can say.

And oh is all he can think for the rest of the day. Week, actually. And then he gets it together.

‘Together’ in a way that is perhaps concerning in its own way.

It might be too much - it is too much and wholly inappropriate. But San feels like a madman on a mission, hyping himself before the final stretch as he looks at the handful of notes and another small pile of envelopes.

The notes should be fine - they’re just generic words of encouragement, some may be a little too sweet for strangers, but not too much. The envelopes, well, they hold his heart. He must be in his right mind still if he thought to start with the notes and see how you accept them.

…And that doesn’t apply anymore weeks later when he’s stealthily slipping the first envelope into the bouquet before wrapping it for you. His heart is about to burst and you’re looking at him with concern. His hands are shaking, but at least you only noticed now.

“Are you alright?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, of course,” he smiles. It’s easy to make it genuine.

“I…” you hesitate and he leans closer, nodding at you to continue, “I know I never said anything, but I wanted to thank you for the notes. I mean, you probably noticed I started coming in more. They just really helped me get through the hard times.”

He did notice. He also noticed you slowly opening up, lingering, gracing him with short conversation each time.

“I’m glad,” he says and he means it. Even if nothing comes out of this, making you happy is enough.

“So I was wondering, would you like to go on a date with me?” you bite your lip, “If you’re okay with going slow-”

“Yes,” he interrupts before you can change your mind. He already saw you spiral into overthinking many times, he’s not gonna do it today. “Absolutely. Just, uh, could you give that back to me?”

He points to the wrapped flowers in your hands. You look at him with a suspicion. “Why?”

“I don’t want to embarrass myself and make you change your mind, please?” he begs. Suddenly he can’t remember what’s written in the short letter. He only knows it’s sappy and pathetic.

“Is your number there?” you chuckle.

“Among other things,” he admits. For once he doesn’t like the way your smile grows bigger.

“Then if I like the other things I will text you,” you seem so satisfied with yourself, San is in love - and shambles, “If not, I’ll come here again and pretend I didn’t see anything. You can ask me on the date again if the note doesn’t work.”

That’s not the issue, the note isn’t asking you out, he wants to say, but you’re already turned away from him and walking out. He can’t speak, his tongue feels too heavy and his mind is blank. Slowly, he feels a smile stretching his lips against his will.

Maybe you like losers, he hopes.

#ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #san x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #san scenarios #san fluff #atz imagines #atz x reader #atz scenarios #drabble #requested

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mymoodwriting · 3 months ago

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Request for @lareina2501 (Fantasy Leaders) 13k, thunder storms, lightning strikes, kidnapping, fantasy setting, royal setting, body swapping, lucid dreaming, magic, werewolves, sirens, weapons, smut, fingering, eating out, penetration, hickeys, cream pie, breeding kink, implied violence, implied death, blood, claws, potions (@starillusion13)

“Why can’t that be me?”

You sighed dreamily and let the open book rest on your chest. It was a habit of yours to stay up late, lie in bed, and read some fantasy romance novels. The female protagonist always seemed to have a way more exciting life than your own, and you couldn’t help but fantasize about being whisked away to such a world. As you laid there, staring up at the ceiling and daydreaming, the crack of thunder and lightning snapped you back to reality. You sat up and stared out the window, seeing that a storm had suddenly appeared.

Soon enough it was pouring and a rhythmic pitter patter of rain was striking the window. This was the perfect weather for late night reading. You got cozy under your blankets and returned to your book. Time just slipped away as you got so invested, but at some point you needed to sleep. You were slowly drifting off as your eyes passed over the words on the page, barely registering anything. This wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep while reading, and you doubt it would be the last.

🖤

Another loud roar of thunder woke you, and you opened your eyes to darkness. The initial shock wore off and as you tried to get up you realized something was wrong. You weren’t in your usual bed, instead wrapped up tightly in blankets and swaying to the sides. It took a moment to figure out you were in a hammock, which just added to the confusion. With that realization you soon managed to free yourself, getting out of the hammock and stepping onto the wooden floorboards below. The swaying motion continued despite being on your feet, and you noticed the only light here came from a few candle lanterns. Despite the insane notion, you believed you were on a ship.

“How the hell did I end up here…?”

Thunder and lighting struck again, making you jump. You needed to know what was going on, so you grabbed the nearest lantern and started looking for a way out. It didn’t take long to find a door, carefully peeking out to see a corridor stretching off in either direction. You chose to go down the path where natural light was peeking in among the darkness, and soon you began to hear shouting. You couldn’t make anything out, but you moved cautiously, finding some stairs leading up. You had woken up below deck, and this would surely take you to the main deck. You crept up the stairs and slowly pushed up the trap door, peeking around first and seeing no one around. With the coast clear you stepped onto the main deck, and your theory was confirmed.

You were aboard this huge vessel, and it seemed you were in the middle of a storm. The skies above you were cloudy, flashes of lightning appearing every now and then. The waves around you looked rough, although they weren’t crashing against the ship. The only water getting on board was from the rain, and you were getting soaked just standing around. Although that was the least of your worries right now. The ship was out in the middle of the sea, so getting off was not an option. You were trapped on this vessel until further notice. Before you could process anything more you stumbled as the ship rocked.

“Love! Get below deck!!!”

You heard a voice shout and turned around to see someone at the helm on the upper deck. They must be the captain of the ship, and you were stunned by their beauty. Even though they were far more soaked than you, they still looked ethereal. You could see they were shouting again, but at the moment you didn’t hear anything. Then lightning struck right beside you, making you jump and yell. You wound up stumbling to the edge of the ship, nearly falling but catching yourself on the ledge and dropping the lantern. As you stared down you realized things were not as simple as they seemed. This ship was sailing above the water.

“… am… am I… dreaming…?”

This whole situation was insane, but a flying ship was enough to get you thinking about a real possibility. The last thing you remembered was lying in bed and reading while a storm raged on outside. Perhaps the storm was seeping into your dream, but this was way too vivid and felt way too real. You wanted out, so you shut your eyes tightly, wishing to wake up back in your bed. Instead you were grabbed and pulled back onto the ship properly, flipped around and when you opened your eyes you were face to face with a beautiful stranger.

“Why is it so difficult for you to listen to me, love?”

Before you could think of an answer his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. Your eyes were wide with surprise, everything in your mind coming to a halt because of this. You didn’t kiss back, but he was certainly out of breath when he pulled away.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand in his and led you below deck. You didn’t return to where you had woken up, but were instead taken to a rather lavish room. There was a proper bed, a huge desk, a multitude of maps, and many treasures. This was likely the captain’s quarters, meaning the gentleman who brought you here was the captain himself.

“Stay here, please.”

It wasn’t a question, but a command given his tone of voice. You merely nodded and then the captain was gone once more. You needed to think, but right now your only focus was on your shivering from the cold. You looked around for a towel and luckily found the bathroom, wrapping yourself up and trying to dry yourself off before remembering this was a dream. You kept the towel on you and stared at your reflection. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, focusing on waking up and returning home, only for a bunch of memories to come flooding in. All of a sudden you put names to faces, understanding your circumstances and the life you were living. It felt odd, making you more of a stranger in your own body, but it at least put you at ease.

Even in dreams, you always seem to have context for the world around you although you were only living a moment. Maybe you didn’t want to wake up just yet. You took in a deep breath and properly dried yourself, stepping back out into the room with a towel wrapped around you. This place was familiar to you, so you reached for a chest under the bed, opening it up and grabbing a change of clothes. Your original plan was to get a good night’s sleep, but the sudden storm had interrupted all of that. Of course there was a big comfy bed you could have slept in, but you really wanted to be lulled to sleep by the gentle sway of Destiny.

You’d certainly question Hongjoong when he returned, getting out his trunk of clothes and placing an outfit on the bed. While you waited and dried your hair, you stared out the window, seeing the roaring waves and raging storm, although they seemed further away than what you had originally seen. Perhaps the worst of it was over. A moment later you heard the door open, followed by the sounds of dripping water. You chuckled and turned around to see Hongjoong, walking up to him and wrapping the towel you had around his neck, yanking him closer. The familiarity you felt was warm and inviting, but there was something else at the forefront of your mind.

“What happened?”

“A sudden storm appeared, you know I can’t control the weather.”

“Shouldn’t that be the basic abilities of a Pirate King?”

“The basics is to be able to navigate through a storm, which I did so to perfection. I’m sorry your sleep was interrupted.”

“How do you plan to make it up to me?”

“Make it up to you?” Hongjoong chuckled. “I should be reprimanding you for disobeying orders. I told you to go below deck, and you nearly got hurt and fell overboard.”

“A little danger doesn’t scare me. Besides, you were there to save me.”

“My beautiful Queen, I cannot have you question my authority in the middle of a serious situation. What will the crew think of me?”

“That you’re a faithful husband, and good captain.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“What if I do?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“Of course… but first… is everything alright?” You stepped away, going over to look at the map on the desk. “The storm was strong, but we’re still on course, correct?”

“We should be.” Hongjoong dried his hair as he came to your side. “We’ve passed the storm and Yunho is up on the crows nest making sure.”

“Good. I don’t want any delays.”

“Well, aren’t you eager to meet the Great King? Should I be worried?”

“You should be. This banquet is very important, if we’re late, or miss it, what would the other Kings think of us?”

“That is not something you need to worry about.”

“But I do. I am the Pirate Queen, I also have a title to uphold.”

“Before that you are my Queen, and my Queen alone.”

Hongjoong hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling lowly. It tickled you and you giggled a bit.

“You’re gonna get me all wet.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m talking about my clothes.”

“I’m not.”

“Hongjoong.”

“Hm… you need to be disciplined.”

“I just washed up.”

“You can do it again, or we can do so together.”

“Hongjoong-”

“Sh… you’re the only one who can question my authority, but I still can’t let your actions slide. So, what to do with you?”

“Forgive me?”

“My mercy does not come easily.”

“I know what else doesn’t come easily.”

“Ah, now you’re just playing a dangerous game.”

“I told you I’m not afraid of a little danger.”

“A little danger?” Hongjoong chuckled. “You underestimate me.”

He pressed soft kisses against your neck before he swiped the map off the desk. In a swift motion he flipped you around to face him and pushed you back against the desk. You could see a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl thus far, and now I have to punish you.”

“As if you don’t want to.”

Hongjoong dove in for a kiss, stealing your breath, drops of water dripping onto you and making you shiver. You couldn’t escape him even if you wanted to, so you just happily leaned into his kiss, matching his hunger. You didn’t want to wake from this dream any time soon. As you attempted to devour each other Hongjoong’s hands landed on your thighs, lightly massaging them before pushing your legs apart and getting in between them. When you pulled away you were both breathless, but Hongjoong wasted no time undressing you and getting out of his own clothes. Next thing you knew hands were kneading your breasts and you were pushed back onto the desk. Hungry lips met yours once more.

Your hands traveled up along Hongjoong’s chest, feeling his muscles and then wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt something poking you between your legs, your mind already knowing what it was. You groaned into the kiss, pulling away to meet Hongjoong’s predatory gaze. One of his hands found their way between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your folds. He chuckled, glad to discover you were already wet and eager for him. He teased you for a while, making you whimper in need until he decided to slip a finger into you. As much as he wanted you, he would make sure not to hurt you. So he worked diligently to prep you, adding a second finger and finding your sweet spot to abuse.

You were melting under his touch, and he enjoyed the show. A third finger really stretched you out for him, and he considered getting his tongue between your folds, but he knew you wanted something bigger. He also wouldn’t be able to wait any longer. When he pulled his fingers out of your cunt he gave them a quick lick before shoving his digits into your mouth. He didn’t need to say anything and you instinctively cleaned him up, getting a taste of yourself in the process. While you were distracted he reached down to stroke himself, getting hard at the sight of you alone. Once he was ready he moved himself into position, rubbing the head of his cock against your sweet lips before pushing himself in.

You moaned against his fingers, and he removed them with a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva behind. You threw your head back as Hongjoong made himself comfortable, getting himself all the way in before stealing a kiss. For a moment you could just feel him inside you, mewling into the kiss as he was so big and felt so good. When he started moving your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped his arms tightly, holding on as he got into a good rhythm. Your body shook beneath him, following his movements. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to kiss him, hands slipping under his shirt and trailing along his back. Your nails dug in against skin, making Hongjoong groan into your ear.

Despite the chill of water you felt warm in Hongjoong’s embrace, and a heat was slowly building beneath your skin. Hongjoong seemed to know your body better than you, hitting all the right places and making you putty in his hands. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he drove you past your limits, but just as you were on the edge you heard the door open. Hongjoong groaned against your lips, throwing his gaze up to see who had entered the captain’s quarters without permission. You whimpered at the sudden stop, resting back on the desk, looking up to see a blurry figure in the doorway. Even if the situation was awkward, the crew member didn’t seem phased at all by the situation.

“Captain.”

“What is it, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong growled. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“Apologies, but I have your report.”

“Go on then.”

Hongjoong chuckled breathlessly and leaned down to kiss at your neck, leaving a few hickeys as Seonghwa gave his report.

“The storm did cause some minor damage to the ship, but nothing detrimental. We’ll need to stop for supplies in order to make repairs, and restock on other necessities.”

“Will that delay us? My Queen is eager to arrive on time.”

“A slight detour won’t delay us. Repairs can be made as we continue on course.”

“Good. If that’s all, get out.”

“Yes, captain.”

You heard the door shut, but Hongjoong continued peppering your skin with kisses. You wanted to get back to things but after a moment he pulled away, grabbing your face so your eyes would meet.

“Aren’t you a little whore? Another man walks in and you don’t get shy? You’re just gonna let someone else look at you when you belong to me?”

“I… I’m sorry… I… just…”

“What? Too fucked out on my cock to think properly?”

“… hm…”

“Now you’re definitely getting punished.”

Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so gently as he began to move again. He moved slowly, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back into you. His pacing had been rough before, but now it was brutal. He was clearly taking out his frustrations on you, and you welcomed him. You grabbed his arm, moans spilling out of your mouth as he rubbed against your sweet spot. Even if you had been interrupted before he quickly got you back up to the edge. You cried out for him when he pushed you past your limits, every part of you holding on tightly.

“There’s a good girl.”

Hongjoong praised you as he kept thrusting, enjoying the feel of your walls hugging him tightly. It wasn’t long before he reached his own high, desperately moving his hips as he spilled his seed inside you, holding you tightly. As you both came down you held each other, breathing heavily. Hongjoong began placing sloppy kisses on your skin once more.

“We definitely need to wash up now.”

“Hm…”

This was such a fantastical dream that you never wanted to wake from. Perhaps you should stay up reading fantasy books more often. Even the quick shower was relaxing, Hongjoong washing you up and whispering words of comfort, telling you how good of a wife you were to him. After drying you up he pulled you into bed with him. He knew you enjoyed sleeping in a hammock, but after the stunt you pulled he needed you close to him. As you got under the bed sheets with him you figured this was the end of the dream, but to your surprise you opened your eyes a while later still aboard Destiny.

You dressed and went to the main deck, seeing clear skies and a beautiful sun. While you enjoyed the view you heard Hongjoong calling for everyone to brace themselves as the ship would be hitting the water shortly. It was easier to get Destiny into the air than return her to the sea. Although the crew had done it many times before, besides some minor turbulence, it was a smooth transition. Moments later you could see land on the horizon and before you knew it you were docking. This was meant to be a quick stop but you insisted on getting off to see what the local merchants had. It wasn’t a bad idea to get a gift or two for the Great King. Hongjoong ultimately agreed, but only if he went with you and the trip was quick.

The two of you walked with your arms linked together, seeing what beautiful gems were out on display. You picked out the pretty ones that caught our eye, Hongjoong not denying you anything. Of course there was so much more to see, but you had a schedule to keep. You returned aboard Destiny, the captain doing a headcount before you set sail. From there it wasn’t long before you took to the skies and headed up into the clouds. This ship was truly amazing. You went to Hongjoong’s side on the upper deck, placing your hands over his, playfully steering the ship. You knew how to, but right now you just wanted to be close to him. He watched your for a while before leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“We’re still on course, so we won’t be late.”

“Good. I should probably prepare the gifts we bought.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“I won’t, just a gift or two.”

“Go on then. You should get started before dinner.”

“Alright. I won’t distract you any longer.”

You happily skipped down to the main deck, although the sudden crack of thunder startled you. All of a sudden the bright sky had turned grey, storm clouds rolling in followed by rain. In a matter of seconds you were soaked, but that was the least of your worries. The wind was strong, and Hongjoong was already shouting orders. You weren’t just a freeloader on this ship, so you quickly reached for the rope to get the sails under control. Although you underestimated how powerful this storm was. Next thing you knew you were flying across the deck as the strength from the sails pulled you forward. You had to let go of the rope but in doing so it wrapped around your leg.

You couldn’t regain your footing and instead wound up hanging over the edge of the ship. The rope began to tighten around your leg and you attempted to free yourself, but if you did that you’d plummet into the rough waters below. Your only option was to get yourself back onto the ship, which meant pulling yourself up. You yelled and made an attempt to grab the rope, trying to pull yourself up, only to see Hongjoong looking over the edge at you. He was yelling, but you couldn’t make anything out in the storm. You couldn’t imagine his worries, but then a lightning strike hit just the right place to throw Hongjoong back, and cause the rope to snap. In the blink of an eye you were falling, and then your world cut to black.

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You gasped awake as your mind raced with panic. You frantically looked around only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place, then you realized you were surrounded by water. Immediately your hands went to your throat, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. Yet it was strangely all in your head. Once your hands were on your neck you felt some slits along either side, not to mention feeling the webbing between your fingers. You pulled one of your hands back, seeing for yourself something odd, and noticing the scales along your arm, as well as some fins. Now you were focused on something else, realizing you could breathe just fine. You were barely processing your situation when a rush of memories suddenly overtook you.

The dream had changed. You were no longer a Pirate Queen, but a siren living in an underwater kingdom. This wasn’t just any kingdom either, but yours. Once again you found yourself being a queen, and in the moment you wanted to find your king. You got out of bed, remembering how to move about in the water and swimming out of the room. The place around you felt familiar and a bit foreign all at once. It was honestly kind of amazing. A whole underwater world, and you could traverse it with ease. You swam down the halls, admiring your surroundings until you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Y/n, I was just about to go wake you.”

“Sangyeon.”

Before you knew it Sangyeon had pulled you into a hug, the two of you spinning around a bit. You hadn’t really noticed how the water engulfing you was cold, not until you were in Sangyeon’s embrace and feeling his warmth. You nuzzled against him as his voice spoke in your mind, telepathy being your main form of communication.

“Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good. How about some sun before breakfast?”

Sangyeon took your hand in his, leading you to another room where the sunlight was shining in. You swam to meet it, breaking the surface and taking in a breath of fresh air. This place you called home was mostly deep underwater, but a room or two opened up to allow sunlight. It was always nice to feel the warm sun on your skin and breathe in the morning air, but there were plenty of things to do today. Sangyeon kept his arms wrapped around you, enjoying the sounds of nature.

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

“My love, this day has only just begun, and you’re already worried about tomorrow?”

“It’s important we leave on time in order to make it to the Great King’s banquet. This event is meant to garner peace, if we’re late, it won’t look good on us.”

“I’m aware, but let’s not worry about that just yet. As you know, all essentials are packed, and our guards are prepared to leave at daybreak.” Sangyeon pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I would prefer you stay in the palace, but I don’t think I can change your mind.”

“As your Queen I should accompany you, as this matter pertains to our people, to our entire species. I don’t want you going alone to such an important event.”

“I wouldn’t be alone.”

“Your guards don’t count. Besides, I trust your brother Jacob to watch over the kingdom in our absence. We won’t be gone long anyway.”

“Precisely, I don’t intend for us to stay any longer than necessary. The sooner we return home, the better.”

“And why might that be?” You teased. “There must be something very important here for you.”

“Of course.” Sangyeon began pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. “My Queen has promised me an heir, and I am eager to fulfill her desires.”

“Shall you indulge me now? I doubt you’d have time later.”

“If you’d allow me to have you.”

“Hm… you’re such a good boy for asking, and you should be rewarded for that.”

Those words were enough for Sangyeon. He leaned in for a kiss before pulling you to the water’s edge. Despite your home being down into the depths of the sea, you had a little place on land where you could relax and partake in other activities. With ease Sangyeon got you out of the water and onto the dock nearby. The two of you wrapped in each other’s arms, dancing into the building and kissing along the way. You both knew this place well, but Sangyeon was the one leading you to the bedroom. Neither one of you cared about the water trail, or the fact you’d end up soaking the bed sheets. His warm lips were welcomed on every inch of your skin. It wasn’t long before Sangyeon pinned you to the bed. His kisses were trailing down your body as he pushed aside your clothes, but you stopped him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Sing for me. Make me lose my mind in love.”

“Anything for you.”

Sangyeon stole a deep kiss from you before a beautiful melody filled your ears. An indescribable warmth spread across you as if you were being embraced by love itself. You knew Sangyeon had such a beautiful voice, and every time you got to hear it was a blessing. As you melted into his song your hands reached to undress him, wanting to run your fingers along his skin. You don’t know when Sangyeon stopped singing, but soon enough he was kissing you once more, removing your clothes and letting his hands explore the familiar shape of your body. He’d knead your breasts for a moment before going down further, hands on your hips guiding you accordingly before massaging your thighs and pushing your legs apart.

You mewled under his touch, eager to feel him inside of you. His hands dipped between your legs, fingers running along your folds, and rubbing circles against your clit. He knew just what you liked and how to make you feel good, except this time around he had an incentive to do things right. The promise of an heir wasn’t just about his bloodline, but the opportunity to see you filled up with his seed, to see your belly swell with the product of his love. He wanted to see his beautiful queen carry life itself, and he wanted to do right by you. Yet his own instincts could still override his good intentions. Whenever he had you splayed out like this before him, he just became so infatuated with everything about you.

His fingers worked you over fast and well, stretching you out and preparing you for him. You just had to lay back and enjoy yourself. Let the sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth as encouragement and affirmation that he was doing well. Although you had a moment of clarity as you felt something big rubbing along the folds of your center. Sangyeon wasn’t human, despite his anatomy being similar, there were some differences, and his cock was no exception. It was big, with ridges along his length, and you began drooling at the thought. You’d get to feel all of him soon enough and you couldn’t wait. Desperate whimpers coaxed him to just get in you, and he was happy to comply. Your hands clawed at his back as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head..

“Fuck, Sangyeon… good… so good…”

“I only put it in, love, you’re so happy with me already?”

“… hm…”

“You ready?”

“… yes, please…”

Sangyeon pressed a gentle kiss against your lips as he slowly started rocking into you. He loved to build up your orgasm, slowly getting you to the edge and driving you insane. As he moved you could feel every bit of him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. He gradually picked up the pace, getting rougher in the process. You didn’t mind it at all, just wanting to give him everything you had. A heat overtook your body, but it was burning down below. Your nails dug into his back as you felt yourself on edge, moaning and trying to let him know you were so close. Once he got the message he pulled your arms away and pinned them over your head, wanting to watch your expressions as he made you cum.

His piercing gaze was all you could make out as you climaxed, desperately wanting to touch him, but unable to. He happily watched you squirm beneath him, thrusting his hips to take advantage of your sensitive state. Since you were squeezing him so nicely it wasn’t long before he reached his own high, leaning over you to hold you as he desperately tried to fill you up to the brim. You kissed him deeply while in your own haze, loving the faces he made too. While you both came down you remained connected, lying against the messy bed sheets. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming happily. Sangyeon placed lazy kisses on your chest, getting up a bit so he could kiss your belly.

“Shall I continue?”

“Hm… I’d love that, but we have a banquet to prepare for.”

“I already told you-”

“I’m talking about ours, love. The banquet to send us off and make sure the kingdom is in good hands while we’re away.”

“Right… can’t it wait?”

“Another round will turn into two, into three, let’s be responsible while we’re both still in our right minds.”

“Fine, but when we return…”

“Oh, yes, I’ll look forward to it.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before Sangyeon got off of you, going to wash up a bit before going back. You stayed in bed for a while longer, moving your limbs and mentally preparing yourself for what came next. Being a queen was quite a lot of work. After cleaning up, Sangyeon placed a kiss on your head and excused himself first. You’d need more time and also planned to clean up your little getaway place. When you had finished that you dove back into the water, feeling refreshed. Thankfully this banquet wasn’t any major celebration or tradition, just a gathering of the people to wish you well and see you off. The Great King’s banquet would surely be more extravagant, and you were honestly quite excited.

There was no need to go to the mainland, but a trip like this would be one to remember. Sangyeon had his own duties to attend to, and you went to perform yours. It was already noon by the time you got to the banquet hall, seeing that the last of the decor was being set up. Satisfied with that you went to check on the food, seeing the beautiful display before you, and stealing a few bites. You wanted to check on other things, but someone reminded you that guests would be arriving soon and you needed to change. You didn’t want to wear anything too fancy, but there were still plenty of things to wear and look good. The night was going to be long, so you wanted to be comfortable as well. Once you were ready you went to greet guests, and eventually Sangyeon joined you.

He assured you things were all ready on his end, and told you to just enjoy the evening. That’s exactly what you planned to do. After a majority of guests were present, you and Sangyeon mingled with them. You shared drinks and tales, making a toast later into the night, thanking everyone for their presence and talking about what came next. It was an honor to be invited by the Great King, and it was your duty to accept his invitation. The king and queen would only be away from home for a while, and prince Jacob would watch over things in your absence. No one seemed worried, the princes did well to uphold their own duties, so any of them could be trusted with this, although the responsibility did fall onto the oldest.

When things go quiet, the festivities winding down, you found yourself slow dancing with Sangyeon. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, resting your head on his chest. Socializing could be quite exhausting, and you were feeling it now. You were somewhat falling asleep which didn’t go unnoticed. Sangyeon placed soft kisses on your cheek, tickling you and getting your attention. It was late and you both had an early morning, so it was probably best to turn in for the night. Sangyeon took the initiative to say good night and carry you back to the bedroom. You tried to stay awake, but you were already slipping into slumber. You couldn’t even undress yourself properly, Sangyeon helping you out.

“Alright, love, you can rest easy now.”

You cuddled Sangyeon as you fell asleep, hoping to rest well. Once again this was where you thought the dream would end, yet it wasn’t. You closed your eyes, and within seconds you felt someone shaking you awake. You groggily opened your eyes, slowly making out Sangyeon’s face at your side. He had such a warm smile on his face, looking at you lovingly. You couldn’t help but return the smile even in your drowsy state.

“Is it morning already?”

“Yes. I let you sleep in, but it’s about time we get going.”

“You should have just woken me sooner.”

“But you look so cute in bed.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re more than welcome to rest some more while we’re on the move.”

“No, no. I’d rather not fall asleep in the water and wake up on land. It’d be quite jarring.”

“Alright then, up you go.”

Sangyeon helped you out of bed. Everything had been prepared and packed beforehand so you just needed to dress and get on the move. The journey to the mainland wasn’t a long one, so by the time the sun was at its highest peak you surfaced. Immediately you could sense a difference in the air. You welcomed it and saw to shore, getting your feet onto the sandy beach.

“This is very nice. I can’t remember the last time I came to the mainland.”

“Just be careful, this world is different from ours.”

“I know.”

Only certain guards could come with as not all of your kind can actually survive on the mainland. You basked in the sun for a while before helping your items, even if Sangyeon insisted you didn’t need to do such things.

“It’s alright, I can-”

The sudden roar of thunder interrupted your words. In an instant the clear skies were gone, replaced by storm clouds. The peaceful atmosphere was blown away by the strong winds, and you could see rough waves forming. A storm like this had no real effect when you were underwater, but that wasn’t the case for time.

“Sangyeon!”

You had to scream his name to be heard, but even then it was faint. The crashing waves were making it difficult to stand, but you wanted to get to Sangyeon. Yet the nearest guard grabbed you, pulling you along to the mainland. It wasn’t safe to go into the water. They had good intentions, but fate had other plans. Lightning struck the water near you, sending a shock through your body and the guard, the two of you collapsing. Next thing you knew a wave came crashing over you with enough force to slam your head against the ground, snapping your world to black.

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You woke with a cry, immediately grabbing your head and trying to catch your breath. Despite everything you didn’t feel any pain, but then you began to realize something was off. You looked down at your hand, seeing that it was normal, no webbed fingers or scales. Not to mention your senses were all over the place. The smells in the room were strong, and you could hear noises just beyond the door. As you were processing all of this you felt the bed shift beneath you, finally becoming aware of the body lying next to you.

“… hm… what’s wrong, little one? Bad dream?”

“I… I…”

“Sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, alpha’s got you.”

The person next to you got up, and for a moment you could see their face before they pulled you in for a hug. You were still processing so you didn’t react much, not until you picked up on their scent. The soothing smells of summer filled your nostrils, helping you ease your worries. Instinctively you snuggled against this person, wanting more of this wonderful scent, and that was enough to trigger the memories. The dream had changed once more. You were no longer a siren queen living deep in the sea, but a werewolf, mated and living with an amazing pack. That wasn’t all though, every wolf had its own status, and you were an omega. The person hugging you and helping you calm down was Chan, your mate.

“You’re safe here, everything’s okay.”

You whimpered and cuddled against Chan, your previous panic and confusion fading away. He was half awake when he first pulled you close, but now that he properly picked up on your scent he was properly awake. He kissed your head, rubbing circles on your back. Once he felt you were better he pulled back a bit, cupping your face so he could meet your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…” You shook your head. “It’s already faded…”

“It’s for the best. My little one has nothing to be afraid of.”

Chan kissed your head and laid back down with you, although you didn’t want to go back to sleep. He wasn’t gonna sleep if you didn’t, so you both stayed awake while cuddling. Chan’s arms were wrapped around you, and you focused on his heartbeat, letting it sooth you.

“Are you stressed out about the banquet?” Chan asked. “Since I’ll be gone for a while?”

“Hm… why can’t I just go with you?”

“I want my omega to be safe, and the safest place for you is with the pack.”

“… I don’t want you going alone…”

“I won’t be alone. You know Changbin and Jeongin are coming with me.”

“Then why not me?”

“We’ve been over this before my little one, there will be lots of people, from all walks of life. All those scents mingling together would end up overwhelming you. I don’t want you getting scared and going through a hard time.” Chan kissed your head again. “I promise to take good care of you before I leave.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Chan leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek, reaching over to the nightstand to check his phone. By now the sun was up and it was probably best to start the day. Even though he told you to stay in bed and rest some more you wanted to get up as well. So you followed him to the kitchen, helping prepare breakfast. One by one the rest of the pack members woke up and came to the kitchen. Some helped prepare the table, and others just lounged around. By the time food was served everyone was present and wide awake. You of course sat next to Chan, having Jisung on your other side.

“We’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t we?” Changbin asked.

“Yes, but let’s not talk about that.” Chan answered. “Let’s focus on something else.”

“Aren’t you intrigued by this whole thing?” Hyunjin added. “The Great King is holding a banquet and inviting all the other kings. Supposedly to make a peace deal.”

“I don’t get what’s so great about him.” Seungmin commented. “He’s only human. Compared to the rest of us, he’s pretty weak.”

“No wonder he wants to talk peace.” Minho said. “If conflict breaks out, he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Things have been peaceful anyway.” Felix continued. “Why hold a banquet about it?”

“Probably to discuss things and make sure it lasts.” Jisung stated. “All the kings will likely sign a peace treaty. It’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m with Hyunjin though.” Jeongin mentioned. “This whole banquet is still weird, but I’m not the alpha here.”

You were only half listening to the conversation going on around you. Truth was your mind was wandering to other things. You swear you’ve never had a dream this long, or this dirty, but the fact this is where you were now, it made you shiver. You’ve read plenty of stories about pack dynamics, and as an omega you had quite the stamina, not to mention you were mated too. You gave a side glance to Chan, who was throwing glares at his pack to stop talking about the banquet, just wondering what he was like in bed. Usually you could have these thoughts in peace and keep them to yourself, but you had forgotten just how sensitive an omega really was, and how scents worked. So it wasn’t long before Chan turned to you with a cocky look on his face, raising his brows.

“Is my little one suddenly in a mood?”

“… huh? Oh! No, no, I’m fine…”

You felt your face burning and turned away, feeling the other knowing eyes on you. This was insanely embarrassing, and all you wanted to do was get up and run, but Chan put a hand on your leg.

“I need you to eat first little one, then we can get to other things.”

“… okay…”

You kept your head down, quietly eating and trying to focus your mind on other things, even though you had already been exposed.

“Cute.”

After breakfast you quickly retreated to the bedroom, wanting to hide in the bathroom and scold yourself for thinking such things in their presence. If Chan wasn’t the way he was you’d probably be pinned to the breakfast table by now, taking on the whole pack. You decided to run a bath, warming up the water before getting in. This was really soothing and nice, you nearly fell asleep until a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Do you want some company?”

Chan peeked his head in, a big smile on his face. You held out your hand to him and he happily stepped in, getting out of his clothes. The tub was big enough for two so there was no issue with him getting in. Soon enough he had you resting between your legs, the both of you just relaxing.

“Feeling better?”

“Don’t talk about that…”

“Come on, don’t be shy, you know it’s perfectly normal.”

“But the others-”

“They won’t do anything. They know you’re my mate, and I’m not sharing.”

Chan placed soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down your neck. You didn’t stop him, instead leaning away so he had access to more of you. He chuckled over your actions, nibbling at your ear. Eventually his lips found yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. Then he was getting up, trying to get you both out of the tub.

“We were taking a bath…”

“I know, and we can take one again later. I promised to take care of you before I leave.”

“Is this what you meant?”

“Of course. My little one needs to know she’s well loved before her alpha goes off to fulfill his duties.”

“Or he could just not go…”

“You really don’t want me leaving, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Well, guess I have to love you lots… maybe even make you bedridden.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Let’s find out.”

Chan did take some time to dry you off a bit before pinning you to the bed. You were already naked so he didn’t have to worry about clothes. His lips trailed down your body, sparking a fire inside you for the night that was to come. You couldn’t help but get excited by his touch and actions alone. Big strong hands explored your body, stimulating you in all the right places. Before you knew it Chan had his face buried between your legs, his tongue working you over and getting in deep. You ran your fingers along his hair, moaning and moving your hips gently. He indulged you for a while before pulling back and grabbing your hips. You whimpered over the lack of touch, but you met his eyes, his predatory gaze making you nervous.

He pressed wet, sloppy, kisses along your belly, moving up before pushing your legs apart and moving you closer to him. You could already see his erection bouncing around, and you wanted it inside you. For a moment you thought to reach down and help, but Chan quickly caught your hand, letting out a low growl. He was in charge, he was the alpha, so all you had to do was take what was given to you. Although he knew what you wanted and wouldn’t keep you waiting much longer. He ran his fingers along your folds, teasing your clit as well before sliding two fingers inside. You were already pretty wet thanks to his cunnilingus earlier, and he was just making sure you could take him.

Chan added a third finger with ease, figuring that was enough prep. He only left you empty for a moment before rubbing the tip of his cock against your center, teasing you a bit more pushing himself. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he split you open for him. He always seemed like too much for you, but you could manage. He moved slowly at first, making sure not to overwhelm you and let you adjust once he was all the way in. You felt like he might tear you apart, but then he started moving, a nice and calm rhythm to let you adjust. Although you were more focused on the waves of pleasure washing over you and making you feel dizzy. It wasn’t just the way you felt, but the scent in the air.

Everything about his being was heightened and you were picking up on all the little things. He was overwhelming and making it so the only thing you were aware of was him, and how good he made you feel. Each thrust rubbed against your sweet spot, only making you all the more crazy. You had moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back with dull nails. You were already out of breath, vision a blur, and Chan pulled you in for a kiss, stealing what little air you had left. Your body was a raging inferno and you just wanted release, begging and whimpering into the kiss with need. He understood your message very well, moving faster until he pushed you over the edge. You squeezed him so tightly, your entire body shaking in pleasure and ultimately pushing him to climax as well. You could feel something warm inside you, and soon enough it was spilling out of you. In your haze you placed desperate kisses on Chan’s face, practically wanting to bite and eat him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Chan, you’re so good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Like you so much.”

“Good, good.” Chan laid you back down, resting his head on your chest, placing soft kisses on your breasts. “When are you gonna give me pups, hm?”

“Pups… it’s not up to me…”

“Is it not?”

“I can’t get myself pregnant.”

“Easy now, little one.” Chan growled. “If you say things like that… I might just breed you all night, fill you up so good there’s no doubt you’d get pregnant.”

“I like the sound of that…”

“Do you? Can you really handle your alpha so easily?”

“The question is if you can handle me.”

Chan chuckled. “How can you be so cocky when you don’t even have one?”

“I have one inside me.”

“True. So I might as well show you how it works.”

Before you knew it Chan was moving again, making you whimper and grab onto him again. You were still recovering from the last orgasm, but Chan was already working you over to the next one. Your whole body was shaking beneath him, wanting more and more. With every thrust you felt his seed spilling out of you and staining the bed. Things were going to get so messy. Chan kept moving, hands gripping your hips tightly and watching how he moved in and out of you. He wanted to fill you up again and again and really breed you properly. Of course such desire would come through and soon enough he was climaxing again with something more. When you felt it you grabbed Chan’s arms, but he held you still.

“Calm down, didn’t you say you wanted me to breed you?”

“Yeah… but… fuck…”

“You’ve taken my knot before, what’s different this time?”

“… nu… nothing… just so full…”

“You want me to move?” Chan gently rocked back and forth, making you whine. “See, you like it.”

“Chan… fuck… you’re gonna break me…”

“I thought my omega could handle it, was I wrong?”

“No… no… I’m good.”

“Yes you are.”

The two of you kept at it for hours and hours, but eventually had to call it a night. Come morning Chan needed to leave, so he needed to make sure you were clean and resting. He ran another warm bath and washed you up properly, changing the bedsheets and getting you into some clean clothes. He made sure to put a towel over your pillow so your wet hair didn’t make you cold. All you could really remember was blacking out at some point and then slipping in and out of consciousness while he took care of you. Once you were finally situated in bed you cuddled up against him, happily breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. You figured the two of you could sleep peacefully through the night, but something snapped Chan awake.

“Hm… what is it?”

You sleepily rubbed your eyes, seeing that Chan was out of bed and staring out the window. There was some tension in the air, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Chan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Stay here.”

Without another word Chan left you alone. You weren’t sure what had woken him, but you trusted everything would be alright. That is until the crack of thunder and lightning made you jump. Soon enough rain was pouring down. Now you were starting to worry. You knew a werewolf’s sense got messed up in the rain, and if something was going on Chan could be in trouble. Despite being told to stay you got up and went to look for the others. It didn’t take long to realize they were all out in the storm. Something bad must be happening. You didn’t think twice and grabbed a jacket, going out to search for Chan, for your pack.

“Chan!”

They wouldn’t be able to tell in this weather, but you were scared. Things had been too quiet lately, and Chan had plenty of rivals and enemies. You ran and screamed, hoping to find someone. Instead it was all cut short as lightning struck right where you were. Everything went a bright white before fading to black.

🖤

You screamed awake as the pain of fire igniting on your skin overtook you. Although the sensation was only monetary as you realized you were fine. There were no burn marks on you, and you certainly weren’t out in the woods. You took in some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and figure out where you were cause this was certainly not home. You didn’t have to wonder for long as a fresh wave of memories took over. You were still dreaming, and now you were a witch living in a castle with her coven, betrothed to the coven leader, Seungcheol. As all this settled in, the door to your chambers opened, a familiar face stepping in.

“Are you alright? I sensed something was off?”

“Not really… just a nightmare…”

“Hm, you usually sleep peacefully through a storm.”

“Storm?”

“There was one last night. Perhaps that disturbed you.”

“Perhaps… I’m fine.”

You got out of bed and went over to hug Seungcheol, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, but that wasn’t satisfying for him. So he pressed his lips to yours.

“Morning, my beloved.”

“Morning. Since you didn’t bring me breakfast I suppose we have to head down.”

“Would you prefer breakfast in bed?”

“I like eating with the coven as well. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Very well.”

Seungcheol let you freshen up and once you were good you made your way down to the dining hall. The smell of food filled the air and your stomach growled in response. When you walked in, all the others in the room greeted you. The atmosphere was always like this, happy and cheerful. You took your seat next to Seungcheol and started serving yourself.

“You two aren’t seriously going to that banquet, are you?” Dino asked.

“What makes you think we aren’t?” You wondered. “I’m pretty sure we’ve told you before that we are attending. Is there a problem?”

“You know humans are untrustworthy.” Minghao added. “Especially the Great King. This banquet is for some supposed peace talks, yet doesn’t it all seem strange?”

“Talking of peace is strange? This type of mentality is precisely why such a banquet should be held. All the other kings are invited, and we’re not truly enemies.”

Your mind couldn’t but wander as you said that. You knew the other kings, images came to mind although you hadn’t truly met them, or at least the matter was complicated in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes.” Seungcheol snapped you out of your head. “I’m fine. Let’s just eat. We can talk about the important matters la-”

“You shouldn’t go.” Hoshi added. “I have a bad feeling about it.”

“We already agreed.” Seungcheol stated. “So enough about this. Only y/n and I are attending.”

“I say y/n should stay.” Wonwoo mentioned. “We don’t need both our coven leaders away from home.”

“It’s important we go together.” You said. “All the other kings will be doing the same, except for the wolf king.”

“Hm? How would you know that?” Seungcheol questioned.

“Oh… well, the wolf king’s mate is an omega… I don’t think he’d bring them along given the drastic change in atmosphere. Which is of course understandable.”

“I suppose. Regardless, the discussion ends here. If this comes up again you’ll be muted for a week.”

That seemed to silence everyone so the rest of breakfast could move forward in peace. After that you focused on packing for the journey tomorrow. It would be a short trip to the Great King’s palace, but it was still best to be prepared. Mingyu was helping you, as was Jun until Seungcheol found you, deciding to take over. You were nearly finished and he knew that, so you figured there was an ulterior motive.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“What makes you say that?”

“My beloved we’re witches. Nightmares aren’t just that. What did you dream about?”

“I’m not certain. Things were hazy, but I do recall a powerful storm. I get images of rough waves, a cloudy beach, and drenched woods, but I don’t know if it means anything. Like you said we had a storm last night. The sounds of nature could have merely influenced my dreams. Do you think this is some sort of ominous sign?”

“It would be foolish to completely dismiss the idea. Even if I didn’t allow the conversation to continue, the coven is right to worry about this banquet. The Great King hasn’t always been merciful to inhuman individuals.”

“You think this is some sort of trap?”

“I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. There hasn’t been a war here, and for him to invite all the kings to his home, it leaves him vulnerable. So far I see this all as a gesture of good will, but if we truly let our guard down, we could be in real trouble.”

“Then let’s not worry about the what-ifs for now, and just go with open minds and thoughts of securing peace. This is a big step for the kingdoms.”

“Indeed.” Seungcheol pulled you close for a kiss. “Perhaps I just need to relax. Do you think you can help me with that?”

“Hm, is this really a good idea?”

“Better to let it all out now before we’re in foreign land. It might be disrespectful, and dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Magic runs wild when you lose control of your emotions. Our home is built to handle that.”

“True.”

In the blink of an eye you were back in your bedroom, Seungcheol pinning you to the wall as his lips devoured yours and then moved down your neck. His hands were already helping you undress, wanting to get all this fabric out of the way. You returned the favor, reaching for his pants and unbuttoning them, then focusing on his shirt. You could probably snap away each other’s clothes, or rip them up with ease, but this was always more fun. You got to see how eager the other one was. Once exposed his kisses kept trailing down until he was down on his knees pushing your legs apart. You yelled as you felt him lapping at your core, sucking on your clit and making you desperate with need. You held on to fistsfull of his hair, grinding your hips down on his face.

“Fuck, Seungcheol… I… I don’t…”

“Don’t? What does that mean?”

“I want you inside me, this is just foreplay, right?”

You looked down to meet Seungcheol’s eyes, reaching over to cup his cheek and rub your thumb along his lips, smearing the shine that was your juices from his face. He smiled, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking on it. He teased you for a bit before grabbing your arm and kissing it, moving up and standing and giving you a taste of yourself. Then his hands were on your hips, lifting off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and feeling his erection rubbing against your center. He wasn’t going to keep you waiting much longer, positioning himself properly before slowly rocking into you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he made you feel every inch of him. He held you in place for a moment before he started thrusting, shoving you against the wall over and over again.

You didn’t mind the pain, more focused on the good stuff at the moment. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him in between moans, and fumbling out words of praise. He always treated you right and indulged you in such creative ways. He also knew just how to move in order to hit your sweet spot everytime. You held out as you felt the heat building, pressing your head against Seungcheol and watching his expressions as he took care of you. He stole a few kisses from you before pushing you over the edge, making your mouth hang open in ecstasy as you rode him through your high. He kept going even as you shook, achieving his own orgasm and holding you tightly.

You both stayed put for a moment before Seungcheol moved you to the bed, laying you down and stealing your breath. He placed lazy kisses on your neck, leaving a few hickeys along the way. You knew that was only the start of your games, running your hands along Seungcheol’s sweaty hair. The others knew better than to interrupt you, and probably figured out what was going on real quick. Although you two couldn’t keep busy all day as there were still things to do. For you, the trip to the Great King’s palace would be a short one, so you had no intention of leaving until tomorrow morning. So this day would be relatively normal and it ended with you and Seungcheol in bed together.

The next day you woke first, having these jitters that didn’t really let you sleep. Still, there were more important things to focus on right now. You were careful not to wake Seungcheol and went to check on everything. You both had packed a few bags to take with you, something you could both easily carry. There was no plan to make a grand entrance, so you kept things simple. Around breakfast time Seungcheol was up and making sure you were ready to go. You stayed to eat with the coven before they saw you off. You and Seungcheol went away from the castle to one of the clearings near you. The two of you held hands and Seungcheol cast the teleportation spell. In seconds your surroundings changed, and you were elsewhere.

“Let’s go, the palace is this way.”

You walked inland, soon enough coming to the area surroundings the palace. It was a beautiful town, and since it was still early there weren’t that many people present.

“I forgot how wonderful this place was.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Back when I believed I was human, I would visit this place often. I can’t really remember how long it’s been.”

“We could stay a while longer. After the banquet that is.”

“It’s alright. I’d rather return to the coven. They’d certainly cause trouble if we were away for too long.”

You made your way through the town and arrived at the palace doors. The guards greeted you and checked you in, servants assisting you with your bags. You were shown to your rooms, and were informed that you were the last of the guests to arrive. You already knew that would be the case, but were glad to know the other kings had made it. The servants let you settle into the room. You had a nice view, and the bed seemed soft, but you two had already promised to behave on this trip. A while later some drinks and snacks were delivered, although Seungcheol was informed that the Great King wishes to speak with him, alone.

“I’ll be back shortly. Stay out of trouble.”

“I should be saying that.”

Seungcheol pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before leaving. You powered yourself a drink and took a bite of the snacks, heading over to the window with your glass in hand. Being away from home was nice in a sense, so you should enjoy these quiet moments. You drank as you stared down at the courtyard, but after a moment your vision got hazy. You thought maybe it was momentary, but it didn’t seem to be getting better. Your legs suddenly felt weak, and you didn’t feel good at all. You dropped the glass in your hand, grabbing your head and trying to move while the world was spinning. You needed to find Seungcheol, but when you took a step you collapsed to your knees. You thought to yell but you weren’t sure your voice was working. What you wanted to do was cast a spell to summon Seungcheol, but you had no strength and your magic wasn’t working right. Instead you collapsed to the ground, everything slowly growing dark.

🖤

When you regained consciousness you found yourself somewhere rather grim. It wasn’t hard to realize you were chained up and locked in a cell. Your first instinct was to use magic, but you couldn’t access it at the moment. You noticed the cuffs on your wrist had markings that prevented you from using magic. So whoever had done this to you knew what they were doing. You thought you were alone until you heard other chains rattling. You crawled towards the cell door, seeing others in cages, and that’s when everything started to hurt. You saw three other girls in chains just like you. They were familiar, they were you, yet they weren’t, and all this made your head spin. You screamed and tried to make sense of the pressure building in your head, but your actions alerted the guards. Before you knew it two individuals were in your cell, and one of them was forcing some kind of potion down your throat. Once again darkness was creeping in, and you could do nothing to fight it.

🖤

Seungcheol followed the servant down to what he presumed to be the main hall. When he arrived the servant opened the door and gestured for him to enter. Seungcheol thanked them and headed inside. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but what he found was intriguing. The Great King sat upon his throne, and before him at a table three others were sat with one chair empty. It only took a moment for Seungcheol to realize they were the other kings, and none of them looked happy. It seemed that talks of peace were going to be difficult.

“Apologies for arriving late.”

“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” Hongjoong snapped under his breath.

“Do have a seat.” The Great King spoke. “We have much to discuss.”

Seungcheol didn’t like the tension in the air, but such a thing was to be expected. All five kings gathered like this, it was a first.

“As you all know, I’ve invited you here to talk about peace. I know we’ve been on good terms as of late, but we need something more. A proper pact to be honored. So let us discuss what we can all do to contribute and maintain peace among our kingdoms.”

The room fell silent, and Seungcheol was starting to pick up on some negative energy. There was something he was missing here.

“I see we all understand the situation.” The Great King stated. “That’s good. I have a peace treaty for you all to sign that outlines our terms of agreement.”

“Sign?” Seungcheol questioned. “We’re here to discuss, aren’t we?”

“Shut up and sit down.” Sangyeon hissed.

“Are you all seriously just going to agree to whatever he wants?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course not! If we want peace in our kingdoms then-”

“Where is she!?” Chan suddenly roared, slamming his fists on the table and glaring at the Great King. “I want to see her before I sign anything!”

“What… what are you talking about?” Seungcheol questioned.

“You really are late to the party, aren’t you?” Chan scoffed. “Where’s your girl, huh? You think she’s safe and sound somewhere?”

“What-”

“Calm down, everyone.” The Great King interrupted. “Perhaps a demonstration as a show of good will.”

Seungcheol still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he soon got answers. Another door in the hall opened up, and the sounds of chains filled the room. Four girls were dragged in and Seungcheol quickly recognized you. It wasn’t difficult to figure out who the other three were, and now he understood what was really going on.

“What is the meaning of this!”

“It’s simple, I assure you.” The Great King said. “You agree to my terms, and I won’t kill your queens. If you refuse, you can watch them die today.”

“If you dare to harm my queen I’ll shoot your brains out.” Hongjoong yelled.

“Showing your cards like this isn’t in your best interest.” Sangyeon added. “If you kill them, you’d start a war, a war you’d lose as we’re all right here.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much power here. I took all the necessary precautions thanks to my consulting witch. My palace has plenty of devices in place to weaken you, so trying to kill me won’t be as easy as you think.” The Great King smiled. “Shall we discuss how you all walk away from this without shedding blood?”

“What do you want?” Chan spat.

“Not too much. For starters, in such a world, there should only be one true king.”

“Let me guess, that’s gonna be you?”

“Precisely. As the only king you all serve under me. You each have exemplary abilities which can be put to good use for the benefit of the people.”

“You mean humans?” Sangyeon mentioned. “You want to be all high and mighty, claiming your people are better?”

“I want peace, and this is a great way to guarantee it.”

“What about the girls?” Hongjoong questioned. “What happens to them?”

“They shall stay with me, as guests and collateral. I need to be certain you’ll fall in line, but don’t worry, you will be allowed visitations.”

“You’re so dead for this, fucker!”

🖤

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, unable to make sense of anything before a bunch of images flashed before your eyes. All of a sudden you were on a boat, then a beach, then out in the woods, a terrible storm raging across all the scenery. Then a strike of lightning revealed a hidden figure. You knew nothing about them, but you could see the magic they were performing. This all came to you at once, making your head feel like it was splitting open, then clarity hit you. The convulsing had stopped and you could calm your breathing, slowly returning to the present and being able to take in your surroundings. You heard your name being called out over and over, searching for the source and seeing a blurry figure being held back by more guards.

“… seungcheol…”

“What did you do to her!?”

“I’ve done nothing to harm your little witch.” The Great King informed. “This has nothing to do with me.”

You slowly sat up, looking around and seeing the other girls. They were chained up and somewhat out of it, similar to you. As your gaze shifted around the room you noticed someone by a throne, then Seungcheol with three other boys. In an instant you put names to faces, and then everything clicked in your mind. You couldn’t help it and started laughing. Silence fell and all eyes were on you.

“… you’re so stupid… oh Great King…”

“You wretched witch! Watch your tongue!”

“… you hate those who aren’t human, yet you seek a witch out to help you with this… this plan of yours…?” You giggled. “You should have found someone better…”

“Shut-”

“You think just any witch can pull off such a spell!? To command mother nature and kidnap people! There are too many variables outside your control!”

“It worked just fine, don’t you think?”

“Did it? Sure you may have gotten the other girls, but me? No, you dared to use magic on another witch and failed miserably, do you know what that leads to?”

“You still wound up right where you were supposed to be. I don’t see a problem.”

“Yet there is one. A poor innocent soul plucked from who knows where and dragged into the spell and consequently brought into this world! These aren’t visions… I’m seeing what she had seen after body jumping…”

“Now you’re speaking nonsense, but this doesn’t pertain to you.”

As you put all the pieces together you looked down at yourself. You were you, but there was someone else too, someone who didn’t belong, and someone who had experienced a lot more than just one life. Although that wasn’t your priority right now. Even if your magic was blocked, you’d still be able to sense it. That’s when you realized one of the guards keeping an eye on you was actually a magic user. The king’s witch just pretending to blend in. If you could get to them you could deal with this whole mess, but you needed power first. You took a look at your chains once more, the marks were textbook, but the caster was still an amateur. With enough power you could break yourself free, but the question was how would you get it. You tried to think when the idea finally hit you, and you looked at the other girls.

Even though you had not met prior to this, there was now something that connected you all. The lingering soul had been with all of you, so it tied you together. Through this bond it was possible to harness power. Every living creature had magic, some more than others. You met the eyes of the other girls, pleading and mouthing help. They seemed to understand what you were asking, and they all nodded their heads. You glanced back at the boys, seeing them arguing and being held back by guards. This was going to take a lot out of you and the girls, but something had to be done. You shut your eyes tightly and began muttering a spell under your breath. Now that you knew what was going on you focused inward, to the soul sharing your body, and from them reaching out to the others.

Such a spell wasn’t easy, nor was it kind. As the spell began to work the other girls collapsed, whimpering and thrashing around, drawing attention. You wouldn’t stop though, feeling your power surging, and then the chains that held you shattered. You quickly jumped into action and attacked the fake guard, pinning them to the ground. You ripped through their armor with ease and plunged your hand into their chest, grabbing hold of their heart and ripping it out. Among witches it was looked down to use your magic against one another, and such a transgression was best met with death. With the treacherous witch dying by your hands you absorbed their power, sensing all the markings that decorated the castle and destroying them all in one swift motion.

Now there were no limitations, and only death would follow. Of course performing all this magic wasn’t without consequence. You noticed blood dripping down your nose, and you felt yourself grow weary. You collapsed next to the corpse you had created, hearing roars and gunshots in the air. You trusted Seungcheol and the others to handle things, hoping that when you opened your eyes again things would be alright.

🖤

“… y/n… y/n… can you hear me…?”

You groaned as you began to regain consciousness, a metallic smell catching your attention first. As you opened your eyes you were met with a familiar face, offering a lazy smile.

“… seungcheol… did… did we win…?”

Seungcheol chuckled. “Yeah, yeah we won.”

“… good…”

“What you did… how did you do it? What happened?”

“It’s complicated… but everything’s alright now…”

“Yes, yes it is.” Seungcheol looked out at the mess. “Peace has certainly been achieved here. Nothing like coming together to battle a monster to create strong ties.”

“Right…”

Your vision had cleared up a bit and you looked around. There was certainly a mess of bodies and blood, a broken crown among it all. Yet a rather wholesome scene was also before you. The other kings were holding their queens, also having been worried about them. The wolf king was holding his shaking omega, trying to soothe them while assuring them everything was alright and over. The pirate king kept a hand around the waist of his queen, enthusiastically retelling the story of what had just transpired while waving around his weapon. The king of the seas was resting his head against his queen’s chest, her hand petting him softly, words of comfort likely being exchanged. You were in pretty bad shape, but thankfully the effects on them were minimal in comparison. You’d still apologize later.

“Seungcheol… what about the humans?”

“Not our concern right now, but I hope the prince, now king, is more open to an actual discussion of peace.”

There would be a lot to repair after such an ordeal, but for now everyone wanted to go back home. You did as well, but there was something else that needed to be done first. When you had enough strength you went up to each pair of kings and queens, offering an apology for your actions, as well as thanks. Despite it all you had another favor to ask of the girls, and they all seemed to know what you meant without explaining. The four of you gathered outside the palace, out in the woods away from prying eyes. The boys were around, watching, but they made it very clear if something bad happened they would act.

“This time of magic requires a lot of power, but I need you all because this soul connects us and we need to send them home.”

You all held hands, and then you began the incantation. You could feel this power coursing through all of you, flowing perfectly and moving away from your bodies. Things had been quiet, but as the spell began the sky changed. Storm clouds rolled in followed by thunder and lightning. In a matter of moments rain poured down, but it was all according to plan.

“Thank you.”

🖤

You jumped up in bed, hands on your chest as you tried to steady your breathing. You looked around and finally found yourself back in your room, back in the real world. You grabbed your head, wondering what had just happened to you. Then you noticed the book next to you, picking it up. The last thing you remembered was reading while a storm raged on outside. You looked out the window and saw that the storm had passed, daylight creeping in.

“… was it all just a dream…?”

You really couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened, but you didn’t want it to fade. You quickly got up and found a notebook and pen, starting to write. Dream or not, such a story had to be told.

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Hybrid!yandere ateez jealous because they smell another hybrid on you 👉👈👀please.

Sorry that it’s been over a year 💀 I was gonna make this into a series but I’m just gonna try and upload a few more things before I consider going inactive

dragon!hybrid!seonghwa x bunny!y/n

cw: jealousy, marking, mentions of another idol (nct’s jeno)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ♡ -𝟏𝟔’𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

he was in pure disbelief at first

as one of the senior members of the hybrid community in your area, he had quite a few affiliations within it and recognised most hybrid’s scents

which was why he was so shocked to smell the notorious Lee Jeno all over his cute little bunny

Jeno was known far and wide for his promiscuity, leaving many hybrids of all types feeling empty and broken-hearted after he became bored

all that aside, it felt wrong on so many levels for a wolf to be preying on his sweet little bunny, especially with Jeno’s natural disposition to hunt you

so his gaze turned cold when you fidgeted uncomfortably, knowing Seonghwa could smell Jeno on you

Seonghwa’s fury began to kick in as your embarrassment made your head hang low, body shaking under his glowering. pacing to you, Seonghwa picked you up and took you to the bathroom, the action commanding, yet he still made sure to be careful with you. you shook in Seonghwa’s arms, holding on and whispering to him quietly, barely audible.

‘I told him no. He… he sniffed me quite a bit but he didn’t do anything.’

Seonghwa didn’t even look at you as he replied, jaw gritted yet tone of voice surprisingly calm.

‘If he did anything to you, he wouldn’t be around to gloat about it for long.’

the expression on Seonghwa’s face told you his words were no joke

he spent the next few hours painstakingly cleaning you over and over, Jeno’s scent gone but the feeling lingering in Seonghwa’s nostrils like a curse

Seonghwa nearly rubbed your skin raw to be rid of Lee fucking Jeno, only stopping when you whimpered quietly, ears drooping as you shook in the now-cold bath water

‘H-hwa… hurts-s.’

sighing, Seonghwa pressed an apologetic kiss to your forehead before letting his fingers scratch behind your ears in your favourite spot. that precious smile he’d withheld all day broke free from his mask of neutral displeasure, much to your delight. your ears perked up in response, melting under his touch as he hummed quietly before speaking.

‘you’d never leave me, right bun?’

eagerly nodding, you beamed up at him before extending your pinky to him.

‘promise!’

he interlocked his finger with yours, pressing your thumbs together as you beamed up at him. Seonghwa looked you over one more time before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you, helping you get out the bath soon after. shivering in the cold, you happily jumped into Seonghwa’s arms when he opened them, resting your head on his chest and feeling his strong heartbeat as he murmured quietly to you.

‘maybe you should… take some time off from the cafe.’

when he saw your confused expression, Seonghwa elaborated.

‘if Jeno comes to you while you’re working, you’ll basically be stuck there. He might be more… brazen than sniffing.’

your eyes widened at this, fear grasping them just as Seonghwa had expected. you were easy to manipulate, he just had to make Jeno into the big bad wolf and himself into the protector.

‘you’re right, Hwa… I-.. It’s for the best.’

Seonghwa gave you an approving smile and rewarded you with a scratch behind your ears, watching dotingly as you snuggled into his chest with a warm smile.

‘my poor little bunny… I’ll keep you safe, hm?’

giving him a small kiss to his cheek, you gazed at him with stars in your eyes, totally smitten.

‘thank you, Seonghwa. Thank you for keeping me safe.’

Seonghwa reciprocated with a short but sweet kiss to your lips, his gaze holding the same if not stronger intensity.

‘I’ll always keep you safe bun, I’ll keep you safe till my very last breath. I won’t let anything happen to you.’

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03jyh23 · 5 months ago

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༘⋆mon's 500 followers special.ᐟ.ᐟ 500-word prompt roulette⟢

☕️┆more than just coffee

kim hongjoong x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none

│roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong

You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.

"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.

You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.

Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."

Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."

You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.

Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"

"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"

Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.

"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.

Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"

You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.

"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, you’re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.

Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.

His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.

You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."

"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.

"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.

"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."

His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."

Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"

"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"

His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."

You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.

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starmatzz · 5 months ago

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Can u write like Dom yunho with grooming kink nd CNC

Like he loves to take care of y/n who is a dumb innocent doll

As she starts realising that the rules (she can't go out of the house without yunho, no friends, no work, yunho dresses her) yunho has for her are kinda crazy and tries to escape but gets caught

A full smut

𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

bf!Yunho x gf!reader | smut | 4.6k

nsfw tags:

dom/sub, dollification, pet names, cnc, grooming kink, abuse, violence, controlling, handcuffs, gag, choking, threatening, vaginal sex, mxf, possessive behavior, cum, mocking, punishment, brainwashing, free use, daddy kink

author's note: phew! i tried my best hehe..hope you'll like it

You stood in the dimly lit living room, your hand resting against the cool glass of the window as you watched people your age laughing and walking together outside. Their voices carried through the air, light and carefree, while you remained on the other side of the glass—watching, not joining.

“What are you looking at, darling?”

A deep voice rumbled behind you, warm and familiar. You turned to see your boyfriend standing there, watching you with a soft, unreadable expression.

“I was wondering…” you hesitated, your voice small, uncertain. “If I could maybe… go outside sometimes.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor as soon as the words left your lips, as if saying them aloud made them too fragile, too easy to dismiss. The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of laughter filtering in from outside.

“Not today, my sweet girl, but tomorrow we can,” Yunho murmured, his voice gentle as he lifted your chin with a careful touch.

“I’ll pick out some cute clothes for you,” he continued, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Gonna make you look all pretty when we go outside, hm?” He tilted his head slightly, watching your expression as if making sure you weren’t too disappointed.

“Well… I was thinking that maybe I could go… alone,” you said carefully, your voice barely above a whisper.

The change in Yunho was immediate. His smile faded, and his warm gaze darkened, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. The playful tilt of his head stilled, his grip on your chin tightening just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.

“Alone?” he echoed, as if tasting the word on his tongue, testing it. The room felt quieter now, the laughter from outside suddenly distant, as if the world beyond the window had pulled away.

You quickly realized your mistake, shaking your head as a nervous chill ran down your spine.

“N-no…” you stuttered, your voice barely steady.

Yunho’s eyes stayed locked on yours, unreadable, his grip lingering just a second longer before he finally let go. The weight of his gaze felt heavy, pressing down on you like an invisible force.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He brushed a thumb over your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You don’t need to go alone, princess. I’ll take care of you, always.”

The words were meant to be comforting, but something about them sent a shiver down your spine.

When evening came, Yunho guided you to the bathroom, his touch gentle but firm as he helped you wash your hair. His fingers worked through the strands with practiced care, massaging your scalp in slow, deliberate circles. The warm water cascaded down your back, but even in its comforting heat, you couldn’t ignore the way his presence lingered—always watching, always tending to you like you were something fragile, something to be kept.

Later, in your bedroom, he sat you down in front of the vanity, the low hum of the blow dryer filling the quiet space. His fingers combed through your damp hair, smoothing out any tangles with soft strokes before carefully drying each section. He was meticulous, ensuring every strand was perfectly in place, just the way he liked.

Yunho always made sure you looked perfect for him—his perfect doll. Hair carefully styled with delicate bows or glittering clips, soft makeup dusted over your cheeks, and the cutest outfits he could find. You were his masterpiece, his sweet, delicate thing.

“All done,” he murmured, setting the blow dryer aside and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze in the mirror. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he admired his work.

“Perfect, just like always.”

Yunho gently slid the robe off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. The cool air brushed against your skin, but before you could react, he was already slipping a pair of soft pink shorts up your legs, his touch slow and deliberate.

“There we go,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he smoothed the fabric over your hips.

Next, he grabbed one of his shirts—a loose, oversized thing that still carried his scent—and carefully guided it over your head. The material hung off your frame, drowning you in its warmth, the sleeves nearly covering your hands.

His eyes softened, but there was something possessive in the way he looked at you, like he was making sure you belonged to him in every possible way.

He reached out, gently brushing your hair back into place before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.”

Like always, Yunho pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, tucking the blankets around you before pulling you close. His warmth surrounded you, his steady breathing in your ear like a lullaby. It was routine—his kiss, his touch, his presence wrapping around you like an unshakable force.

But tonight, sleep didn’t come.

Your mind was restless, turning over thoughts you usually pushed away. You stared at the ceiling, heart beating a little too fast, a little too loud.

The rules.

You weren’t allowed to go outside alone.

You couldn’t have friends.

You couldn’t work.

You couldn’t even dress yourself.

Everything—every part of your life—belonged to Yunho.

And for the first time in a long time, you wondered what it would feel like to take something back.

The night had passed slowly, and when morning finally came, you didn’t expect anything to be different.

Yunho woke you gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the same tenderness he always had. His touch, warm and familiar, stirred you awake from your dreams, and you blinked up at him, still wrapped in the haze of sleep.

“Good morning, my sweet little girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth and comforting.

Before you could fully gather your senses, he scooped you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. His movements were effortless, like it was second nature to take care of you in every way. He set you down carefully and began the usual morning routine: running the water just the right temperature, helping you wash your face, brushing your hair, guiding you through the motions with the same quiet patience as always.

Then, he dressed you again—soft, pastel clothes, always perfectly chosen to suit you. Your world, your body, your choices, were all carefully controlled by him, as if he were constructing the perfect image of you, piece by piece.

You looked in the mirror, and for a moment, it all felt so ordinary. Until your own reflection stared back at you, and a small, unfamiliar thought flickered in the back of your mind.

You sat across from Yunho at the breakfast table, the soft clink of utensils in the quiet morning air. He was holding his usual cup of coffee, his eyes thoughtful as he stared into the dark liquid, as if pondering something important.

“I was thinking…” Yunho began, his voice slow, deliberate. “That I need to protect you more.”

You paused, the air suddenly feeling heavier, though you couldn’t place why. His gaze met yours, intense and steady, and for a brief moment, you wondered what exactly he meant.

Then, with a small smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out—a delicate bracelet, glinting softly in the light.

“This,” Yunho continued, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the bracelet as he held it out to you, “allows me to watch you y/n, wherever you are.”

Your eyes widened as he placed it in your palm. The weight of the object felt strangely heavy, like it held more than just its physical presence. It was a tether, a connection you hadn’t asked for, yet there it was, pressing against your skin.

“You’ll always be safe,” he said, his voice low and reassuring, but there was something in the way he said it that made a shiver run down your spine. “Always.”

You nodded, unsure what else to say, your fingers tightening around the bracelet as you tried to make sense of the feeling growing in your chest.

“But why—” you started, confusion clouding your voice as you looked at the bracelet in your hand.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, angel,” Yunho interrupted, his smile soft but insistent, as if the answer was already clear and you didn’t need to ask any more questions.

His thumb gently wiped the corner of your mouth, where a small smear of yogurt had left a mark. The tender gesture was so familiar, so routine, and yet, it felt almost too intimate in that moment, like he was reminding you of how little you needed to worry about anything but him.

“You don’t need to understand everything,” he murmured, eyes fixed on you as if watching for any hint of resistance. “Just trust me, okay?”

The sudden ringing of Yunho’s phone cut through the moment, and he groaned softly, irritation flashing across his face.

“Gotta answer this,” he muttered, standing up from the table. He didn’t even glance at you as he straightened his shirt, the usual calm demeanor falling into place. “Be a good girl while I deal with this, okay? Make me proud.”

He petted your hair, fingers gently brushing through the strands, and for a second, you almost felt comforted by the gesture. But then, he was turning away, heading upstairs with his phone pressed to his ear, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house.

You sat there, the empty space around you feeling oddly suffocating, the sound of his voice drifting off into the distance. It wasn’t the first time he had left you alone, but something about it felt different this time. Something about his words lingered in the air, unspoken expectations hanging like a weight over your chest.

You were left with your thoughts again, the bracelet still resting heavy in your palm, and the quiet feeling of being… controlled.

The weight of everything—his rules, his control, the constant feeling of being watched—had built up over time, but now, it felt unbearable. The room was quiet, the house still, but your mind raced, no longer able to ignore the growing knot of unease in your stomach.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t keep living like this.

That night, you spent hours staring at the ceiling, your mind working through every possible way to get out. Every escape route, every detail, every risk—thinking it through over and over, your heart pounding as you came to one conclusion: you had to leave.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Yunho. You did. But the love he gave was suffocating, controlling, like a cage you had spent too long trying to ignore. You needed to be your own person again, to breathe without feeling trapped by the life he had built around you.

Your heart raced as you quickly stood up, glancing around the room. The silence felt almost deafening, every small sound echoing in your ears. Yunho was still upstairs, his voice barely audible through the floorboards, absorbed in his call.

You didn’t hesitate. Without another thought, you left the bracelet on the table—its presence still lingering in the air like a warning—and stepped silently past the kitchen. Your footsteps were muffled against the cool floors as you moved toward the main hall.

Each step felt like it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts, the fear and the thrill mixing into one knot in your chest. You kept your movements calculated, making sure not to make a sound, but the pulse of urgency in your veins kept you moving forward.

The door was just ahead. The world outside, with all its uncertainty, seemed closer than ever. But the closer you got, the more the reality of what you were doing hit you. Leaving meant breaking free, but it also meant leaving behind the life you had known with Yunho. The consequences weren’t clear, but you couldn’t stay locked away any longer.

You reached the door, your hand on the handle. This was it.

As you slowly turned the handle, the door creaked open with a soft groan, the air on the other side feeling cooler, more open. You paused, a cold shiver running down your spine.

It was too quiet.

No distant sound of Yunho’s voice, no hint of movement from upstairs—just the stillness of the house pressing in on you. The quiet felt unnatural, unsettling.

You took a cautious step forward, then another, but the silence seemed to swallow each footfall. Something didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t the usual peace you’d grown used to—it was an eerie stillness, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting.

You stopped at the threshold, torn between the pull of freedom and the heavy feeling creeping in. Something told you to turn back, but the door was already half-open, the world beyond it just a step away.

“Get. Back. Now.”

The command hit you like a punch to the gut, cold and sharp, and your body froze in place.

It was Yunho. His voice was low, steady, yet it carried a weight that felt impossible to ignore. You could hear the anger behind it, the control, the edge that made every muscle in your body lock in place.

For a moment, you stood there, paralyzed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The door was still ajar, the outside world just within reach, but now it felt like you were trapped between two worlds.

Slowly, you turned around, meeting his gaze. Yunho was standing at the top of the stairs, eyes dark and unblinking, his expression unreadable but full of something fierce, something you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Did you really think you could just walk out?” His voice was quieter now, but the danger in it made your heart race.

You swallowed, the weight of everything crashing down on you. The door behind you felt like an escape, but his presence, the tension in his gaze, made it feel like a trap.

His words sliced through the stillness of the moment, sharp and venomous. “Close the door, pretty girl.”

The command sent a chill down your spine, and without thinking, you obeyed, your hands shaking as you gently pulled the door shut. The sound of it closing felt final, like a door shutting on everything you’d hoped for.

Before you could even process what was happening, Yunho was there, moving swiftly toward you. His expression was cold, darker than you’d ever seen, and his presence seemed to fill the entire space.

“You broke a rule,” he said, his voice steady but heavy with an unmistakable threat. “You know what that means.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up with alarming force, throwing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless. Panic surged through your body, and you tried to struggle, but his grip was unyielding.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a growl as he carried you, your body pressed against him. The walls of the house seemed to close in, and with every step he took, the weight of your actions settled heavily in your chest.

Yunho couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that his perfect doll was trying to leave him.

The words rushed out of your mouth in a desperate, pleading tone. “Please! I am sorry, I am sorry!” You tried to wriggle free, but his hold on you was firm, unrelenting.

Yunho didn’t even glance at you as he walked toward the bedroom, his expression cold, as if he’d already made up his mind.

“I thought I taught my princess well,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment. “Guess I need to be less nice next time.” He shook his head as he reached the bed, and in one swift motion, he threw you down onto the soft surface. The sudden impact left you breathless, and for a moment, you could only stare up at him, heart racing, chest tight with anxiety.

The air between you two was thick, and you could feel it—he was angry. You had crossed a line, and he wasn’t about to let it go easily. His eyes never left you as he stood over the bed, looming, as if deciding what to do next.

In that moment, you felt small, vulnerable, and trapped.

He crawled on top of you, straddling your hips as he pulled something out from under a pillow. A pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.

“No! Please stop!” your eyes widened as you shook your head, putting your hands in front of yourself.

His voice was dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the storm that swirled in his eyes. “Be a good little girl for me, okay?”

The question wasn’t really a question at all—it was an expectation, one you had no choice but to meet. The weight of his words pressed down on you, and for a moment, all you could do was nod, your chest tight with the tension that had built between you.

He grabbed your wrists, clipping on the silver cuffs. Then, with a focused expression, he slipped the gag into your mouth, tightening its leather straps behind your head.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with tears, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The weight of what you had done hung over you, and you could feel the fear tightening in your stomach. You knew, deep down, that you had messed up, and there was no escaping the consequences that would come.

“Tears won't make me change my mind,” Yunho said firmly as he rolled up your skirt, a determined look in his eyes. His hand gripped on your thigh, his long fingers tracing small circles on your exposed skin as he slowly moved to position himself.

“Daddy needs to remind you what happens when you disobey, y/n” Yunho repeated, his tone low and authoritative. His hand moved from your thigh to your jaw, gripping it firmly as he pulled you close. “I wanted what's best for you, and this is what I get in return?!” he continued, his eyes locked on your face with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

He eagerly pulled down his pants, pulling your lace panties to the side. “Don't you dare make a sound,” he murmured, hovering above you.

Yunho's actions were deliberate, and he paid no mind to the lack of preparation. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't about to let something like that stop him.

Your efforts to squirm and resist were futile as Yunho held you firmly in place, his grip strong and unyielding.

“Gonna fuck you so good..that's what you're for. My personal fuckdoll to use whenever I feel like.”

Yunho's frustration grew as he heard your whine and felt you attempt to close your legs. His growl of impatience only got stronger, his grip on you tightening. “Don't you dare close your legs,” he growled, “spread 'em.”

You shook your head, looking at him with pleading eyes.

A sharp smack suddenly echoed through the room as Yunho's hand came down on your cheek, a harsh and unexpected response to your plea. The sting stung, leaving a faint red mark on your skin, a sign of his frustration and dominance.

You felt tears roll down your cheeks, before sensing a subtle pressure at your opening.

“Don't make me hit you again,” Yunho warned, his voice dangerously low. His expression was a mixture of determination and frustration, and in one fluid motion, he pressed forward, sinking into your tight heat.

A gasp escaped your lips as the burning pain struck without warning, your body jerking and arching in response. The searing heat shot through you, leaving a trail of raw agony that seemed to freeze time itself. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, caught between the shock and the unrelenting sting that pulsed through your every nerve.

“So pretty y/n, my pretty little girl..” A low, almost guttural moan escaped his lips as he spoke, a mixture of praise and wonder in his voice. He stared at you with dark eyes, taking in the image of you beneath him.

You laid there, your wrists cuffed and your once-perfect hair now tangled and disheveled. His hands slid down on your hips, the hold almost bruising.

“Want daddy to stop, baby?” Yunho's voice was laced with mock concern as he spoke, his pout exaggerated and the look on his face a clear indication that he had no intention of stopping. His eyes were trained on your face, taking in the streaks of mascara that trickled down your cheeks.

He pulled back slowly, only to slam back into you, making your body jolt forward.

You felt the tip of his cock bruise your cervix, the pain so diabolical you choked on a sob and dug your nails into your palms.

“Aw did it hurt, princess?” he asked again, the repetition of the question almost mocking, “is daddy's cock too much to take? Too big for your tight, pretty little pussy?” his fingers traced a path over your body, before performing the piercing thrust again.

Your back arched off the bed, your hands shaking from the intense sensations coursing through your body. Yunho set up the same relentless pace, his own pleasure apparent in his expression. He took in the image of you, the arch in your back and the tremors in your hands as evidence of the control he had over you.

Yunho's head tilted back, his eyes closed as he let out a low moan. He was lost in the pleasure, his focus solely on the sensations flooding through him.

He lifted your hips, holding them in the air as he pounded into you, dangerously deep with that angle. Your soft cries and whines spilled out, though muffled by the rubber gag seated in your mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, so tight,” he breathed out, leaning over you and looking into your red, puffy eyes.

“You're beautiful like this, my precious y/n,” a whisper, warm against your neck, but still sending a shiver down your spine.

You whimpered, the pain crashing over you in waves, too much to bear. “Look at me,” Yunho commanded, his voice deep and unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. It cut through the fog of agony, pulling your focus, demanding your attention despite the searing discomfort.

You met his gaze, locking onto his dark eyes. The intensity in them was unnerving, the look almost psychotic—dangerous, wild, like he could see straight through you, unraveling everything. It sent a chill down your spine, the heat of the pain momentarily forgotten as his eyes held you captive.

His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it as he leaned in, his breath ragged. “If I take it off, do you promise you’ll be good?” he asked, sweat clinging to his hair, dripping down his forehead. His gaze moved to the ball gag in your mouth.

You nodded immediately, and Yunho paused for a moment, his hand lifting up your head with a firm yet gentle motion. Without a word, he moved swiftly, his fingers working to unbuckle the gag with precision.

He tossed it aside with a swift motion, and for the first time, you were able to close your mouth. The relief was instant, but it left you swallowing the excess saliva that had built up, the sensation oddly grounding after the tension of the moment.

“What a good doll.”

Yunho's gaze was unwavering as he continued with his quick and deliberate pace. He kept his eyes on your face, watching your expressions intently, enjoying the sight of you writhing and whimpering beneath him.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, his voice thick with raw intensity. His movements grew jerky and uncoordinated, as if the demand was unraveling something inside of him, pushing him to the edge.

“Y-you…” you whined, your voice trembling as you sniffled, the words barely escaping your lips. The mix of pain and desire in the air made it hard to focus, but you knew what he wanted. Every part of you was raw, vulnerable in his presence.

“Exactly,” Yunho chuckled darkly, his voice low and almost predatory. His hand moved to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to send a shiver down your spine, a mix of power and control settling in the air between you.

“And you deserved this, right?” he asked, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction as he tightened his fingers around your throat, the pressure a reminder of his control.

“Yes,” you choked out, the word strained as you swallowed hard, the pressure around your throat making it difficult to breathe.

“Yes what?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yes daddy,” you sobbed, gasping for air.

“Good girl,” Yunho smiled, his voice softening for a moment as he released his grip on your throat.

Yunho's eyes shut tightly, his pace increasing to a quick and desperate rhythm. The change in speed caused a sharper cry to escape your lips as your hands balled info fists.

“Fuck..fuck..” Yunho groaned, biting his lip. “Open,” he ordered, his eyes still tightly closed as if lost in the moment. His voice held an undeniable command and bit of desperation. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth and stuck your tong out, anticipating his next move, your body responding before your mind could fully catch up.

He quickly pulled out, gripping his aching cock as he aimed at your tongue. A high pitched moan escaped his lips as he shoot strings of hot cum on your tongue, painting it white.

“Swallow,” he said simply, his gaze never leaving you, dark and unwavering.

You immediately swallowed the salty substance, your body trembling with the effort as you stuck out your now clean tongue, the act almost instinctual in response to his command. The tension in the air still hung heavy, your submission clear in the way you followed his every move without question.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned, his voice thick with approval. His thumb gently wiped away the excess seed from your bottom lip, the soft motion a contrast to the intensity in his eyes. Each touch felt like a reward, a subtle reminder of his control and your obedience.

“You know,” he mumbled, pulling his sweatpants back up with a slow, deliberate motion. “Only I know what’s best for you,” he added, his voice low and steady, the words lingering in the space between you.

“Understand?” he asked, his voice sharper now, a bite of command cutting through the air. “You can’t do anything yourself,” he continued, his gaze unwavering as he unlocked your handcuffs. His hands moved to gently rub your sore wrists.

You nodded, your body still trembling as he wiped away your tears, his touch soft and reassuring. His fingers combed through your hair, the gentle gesture almost soothing amidst the chaos.

Without a word, he scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom, ready to clean you up, his presence a steadying force in the aftermath.

After you were clean again, he dressed you carefully, his movements tender as he ensured you were comfortable before gently placing you on the bed. You were sore, exhausted, every part of you aching with the weight of what had just passed. It was clear—Yunho knew exactly what was best for you. He lay down beside you, pulling you close, his warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield, offering a sense of calm after the storm.

“I love you, my precious little girl,” he mumbled against your soft hair, but there was an edge to his voice now, something darker, like a warning. His grip on you tightened, possessive and unyielding, as if the words were more of a claim than a comfort. The room felt colder, the silence thicker, and you could sense the weight of his gaze still on you even as you closed your eyes. It wasn’t reassurance—it was control, and it lingered in the air like a shadow, heavy and unspoken.

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