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[potatomountain]

"Case: It's You" Masterlist

Pairing: Detective Reader x ot8 detective ateez

Genre: enemies to lovers, romance, eventual smut, dark themes, angst.

Synopsis: As a headstrong detective- forced to transfer to another Precinct after pushing your team, and superiors too far- your new unit is less than pleased by your presence. In fact, they are down right hostile, resulting in more time butting heads than doing your job: taking down the organized crime 'gangs' of your city. Once you finally get your foot in the door, into their circle, you realize you bit off more than you can chew- or maybe it was the perfect place for you.

Chapter 1 Teaser | Chapter 2 Teaser

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen |Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty |

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Big shoutout to my beta readers that are currently the soul motivation for this fic and remind me to edit: @flurrys-creativity @candypop1611 and @daesukiii

[yourfatherlucifer]

The Villain Pt 2 (KHJ)

Villain!Hongjoong x afab!reader

Summary: After getting caught by the hero, the villain now has something to prove to him.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, death/murder, pwp, even more breeding, mean!joong and reader, crying, restraints, blood.

AU: Hero/Villain

Genre: smut

WC: 1.4k

Rated: R

Taglist: @pyeonghongrie-main @jay-scenarios @nebulousbrainsoup @pocketjoong @yunho-mp3

nets: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet @k-labels @pirateeznet @wonderlandnet

Part One

Hongjoong’s head turned to stare at the man who made his presence known, “Seonghwa, glad you could make it!” With Hongjoong’s back turned to Seonghwa, he growled.

“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa wasn’t happy. He came to save you, but instead, here you are, sleeping with the enemy, “I don’t understand. What is going on, Y/N, why are you here with him?”

Hongjoong scoffed, “You’re in my mansion, man, you’re the one trespassing, whether you came here to sav-” You held your hand up in the air to stop him from talking. 

As you sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck to cover your body from Seonghwa, you peered your head over Hongjoong’s shoulder.

Seonghwa was fuming, "How could you sleep with him? He's the epitome of evil! Why him? When I've been here this whole time? Chasing you, day after day, showing my love for you." 

 "And? I clearly kept telling you I wasn't interested. I like my men bad, I like to be corrupted, in fact, I fell in love with him in high school. Never have I had eyes on you, Park Seonghwa. In fact, you disgust me." Seonghwa's heart and world shattered around him. 

Hongjoong’s mischievous laughter filled your ears, his cock hardening inside of you once again, “That was so hot,” he placed kisses down your neck, Seonghwa’s face contorted into something of disgust and betrayal.

“I’m still here!” 

Hongjoong sighed and pulled out of you, “Yeah, I’m aware.”

Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa before smirking, “I got you a present, big boy.” He approached him, hardened cock standing proud. 

Seonghwa looked away from him to you, this made Hongjoong mad, “Look at me! Not her! You don’t get to see her beauty in all it’s glory. She’s mine!” He pushed him down into a chair and forcefully wrapped a rope around his body. 

Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel hopeless, out of all the girls he has had, he wanted only you, but he would never get you. The enemy won you over to his side. He also pursued you because you were the only person who didn’t throw themselves at him. But you chose the evil, short ass man. Just how did he get you? He doesn’t deserve you. After all, of course, the first chance Hongjoong got, he slept with you. Seonghwa swore he would never do that to you, but he was just as bad, especially with all the women he’s slept with. How could a hero be such a man-hoe?

His hand clasped Seonghwa’s chin, forcing him to look, “You will watch me as I fuck her again, as I fill her with my cum once more. So that you realize, you will never have her as I do.”

You watched as your new lover approached you on the table, your legs spread wide for him. His cum from earlier, still dripping out, “My perfect girl.” His hand cupped your cheek, “All mine.” 

Hongjoong smashed his lips against yours, claiming you once more, but in front of the despaired hero this time. Seonghwa tried to keep his whines of protest to himself, but he couldn’t help let a few slip out.

You flipped your middle finger off at him, to silence him, not wanting to hear his annoying voice, “Shut up, Seonghwa, I don’t wanna gag you, well, maybe a little.” You giggled against Hongjoong’s mouth. Fuck, you were just as mean as him, Seonghwa now knew he could never save you. It was apparent you were in love with him. 

Hongjoong slipped himself back inside your wet heat with a moan, “Fuck, how can you still be so tight after I just fucked the shit out of you not even 15 minutes ago.” 

His hips rocked against yours in desperation, as if he never wanted to let you go, as if he never wanted to separate his cock from your cunt. As if he wanted to be one with you. Forever. 

“You see this? You see how I am fucking her Park Seonghwa? You will never get a taste of how good it feels to be inside her dripping cunt. How tightly she squeezes a cock, how she pulls you in.” Hongjoong threw his head back, the pleasure was rippling throughout his body, he loved it. 

He pushed your knees to your chest, able to now piledrive into you. His cock jackhammering at such a lovely and harsh pace. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel that?” He whispered into your ear, “I never want this to end.” 

Seonghwa was thrashing around in the chair, pulling and yanking at the restraints that held him back, how could he let this happen? Why did he follow you here? Maybe if he didn’t he’d still be free, but wondering where you were. He wanted you so bad before, but seeing you get your shit rocked, he wasn’t sure if he wanted you anymore. 

Your moans filled the room, the skin slapping was a constant, it was so loud. You were sure you’d have even more bruises from Hongjoong by the time he was done with you. 

“Gonna fill you up so good, my love, gonna fill you up with my cum.” 

You grinned from ear to ear, “Yes! Do it Hongjoong! Fill me up! Want it so bad.” His cock pounded into you, the pace lessening, nevertheless, his cock still hit your spot. 

It felt so good to you, felt like you were in heaven. Oh your family would hate you to see you like this. They’d shun you, call you a disgrace for letting them down, for letting him corrupt you, when really, you’ve always been like this. 

When his warm cum filled your walls, he nearly fell on top of you but held his strength for a bit longer, “I’d say we should go again, but, since we have a guest. I’ll have a little courtesy.” He turned to look at the crying Seonghwa, happy that he broke him. 

His softened cock slipped out of you, hitting his thigh, “Enjoy the show, Seonghwa?” 

Hongjoong walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a dagger. He slipped the sweatpants on and marched over to you. 

“Y/N.”

You opened your eyes and sat up to look at him, “Yes, Joong?” You stared at the blade in his hands, “I need you to do something for me, please.” 

You nodded, “Anything for you.” 

He grabbed your hand, turning the palm face up, placing the dagger in your hands, “ "Wanna be together forever? Then kill him, he'll constantly try to tear us apart. Get rid of him for me. Prove to me you love me."

You smiled in happiness, “Of course!” You gripped the handle, hopping off the table, your breasts jiggling from the sudden movement.

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, “Wait! Y/N, please! Don’t do this! You’ll be just like him if you kill me! Please!” He cried out, thrashing around in the chair, the chair creaked but didn’t budge. 

“And? Your point? I love him, he loves me. It’s as simple as that, what do you know about love, Hwa? Hm? Exactly, you broke hearts left and right in school and even now, so why would I ever want you? I found my match, I’d gladly do anything for him. He’s mine and I am his.” 

You trailed the blade across Seonghwa’s jawline, “I don’t understand why you can’t get it. I don’t love you.” 

You swung the blade back, “I cannot stand you, Park Seonghwa.” The blade was dug into his chest. 

“I’d gladly commit murder for him.” You whispered in the now dying man's ear. 

You pat his cheek as his head hung low, blood dripping from his mouth, “Bye bye, big man!”

You left the blade in his chest and skipped over to Hongjoong who was smiling, evilly, “Didn’t think you’d actually do it, my love.” 

You held your hand over your heart in a mocking way, “You had doubts? Rude.” 

You pulled him in for a kiss, “I love you, Kim Hongjoong, I am not going anywhere, lets run away together. Cause mishap anywhere. I’ll do it with you, for you.” 

He nodded, “And I love you, let us be together forever.”

Seonghwa’s body was never found, the two of you had disappeared from the town, everyone wondering where Kim Hongjoong went, the villain and the hero just suddenly vanishing. 

Little did they know, the man would become more powerful with you by his side. 

The Villain always wins in the end. 

[sanjoongie]

Topaz :) It's your secret admirer!

Back to your biases, tell me one thing you'd love to do with San, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa! Could be cute, could be smutty, up to you :)

Can't wait to hear back from you!

hi secret admirer!

San: i wanna game with San. i want to make a bet and loser gets head. i think san would be so fun to game with, the way he's so enthusiastic about everything. ugh and then win win scenario. either wipe the pout off his face from losing or he make my day 😵‍💫😂

Seonghwa: I think going to a museum oddly enough. I feel like seonghwa is always open to learn things, to view things, and his open-mouthed enthusiasm would make a wonderful partner in viewing a museum. Also lowkey would love to sit on his face in the back of a car after said museum trip

Hongjoong: no matter what scenarios I think of, I always come back to wanting to simply converse with Hongjoong. I wanna pick his brain, I wanna know his thoughts on this or that. I wanna talk all day and all night. I wanna dissect a movie, I want listen to a funny anecdote from Hongjoong, I just love his brain 😍😂 this man can edge me any day of the week. Just a soft dom, want you to feel pleasure for hours, kinda session

[yourfatherlucifer]

Shy Werewolf (PSH/SM)

Fallen Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader x Werewolf!Mingi

Summary: Seonghwa's friend has a problem and he wants you to fix it. Left alone with a monster thats not your boyfriend, what will happen?

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of breeding, knotting, werewolf heat/rut, switch!mingi.[

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1020

Rated: R

Taglist: @wooyoungqueen @tunaasan @k-hotchoisan

Nets: @monsterfvckersunited @cromernet @pirateeznet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kflixnet @wonderlandnet

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

As you sat across from a much larger man, hands in your lap. You could see the nervousness radiating off of him, plus the very prominent bulge in his pants. Seonghwa had dropped you off at one of his friend’s house with a mission. You were to help him get out of his rut. You liked this side of Seonghwa, the sharing side. You didn’t mind him passing you off to his friends, or whatever. 

Seonghwa had discussed with you, the first time, you had sex with another person that wasn’t him. Which was Hongjoong the demon, that you would help pleasure his friends in need, if they needed it. Obviously you agreed, deciding you could experience all different kinds of cock, from different species. You’ve already had angel, demon, and gumiho. What else could there be? Well, a werewolf for starters, a very shy one at that. He’s a giant compared to you, down to his hands which were bigger than his face. You couldn’t wait to have them inside of you. 

“So, Mingi..” 

The male picked his head up, curiously, but still very nervous. He didn’t expect to have a human help him with his rut. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t find his mate yet, however. But with a quick solution from his elder, Seonghwa. He was on board with the idea. 

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is what you want? We can try to find you another werewolf to mate with if you’re uncomfortable.”

Mingi shook his head and scooted up to you from the headboard of the bed, “No, it’s okay. I’m alright with this, as long as you are. It’s just..It’s my first rut. Especially with someone not of my kind.”

A blush spread across his cheek. He was adorable in your eyes, despite being a giant. 

“Alright, since it's okay.” You placed your hand on top of his, the size difference still shocking you. 

Mingi smiled before pulling you into his lap, pulling off your shirt. His lips meet yours in a feverish haze. His body filled up with heat that coursed through his veins and to his dick.

He moaned as his dick hardened beneath you. 

You rubbed your lower half against him, he gripped your hips to move you in a rhythm. Practically dry humping one another. 

But he whined in pure need, “I, I need more, Y/N. Please. It hurts.” 

As you pulled yourself off his lap, he pulled his shorts and boxers down in a hurry, the cold air hitting his extremely massive and red cock. The tip slapping the top of his abdomen. The man was enormous, just how were you going to do this? He laid his back down and let you crawl up to him, “Did you want me to suck you off, Mingi?” 

He whined in response, “Please?” he pleaded with a whine. 

You nodded, taking the base in your hands, stroking up and down, trying your best not to tease him. Kissing along the slit, his deep voice somehow created high pitched moans. 

Once the bulb/head of his cock was in your mouth, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, just like that, Y/N! Fuck, feels so good.” 

Mingi became jealous, how did Seonghwa find someone as amazing as you? Someone so willing to help out others. That jealousy was immediately replaced with pleasure, your pace had quickened. He was bucking up into your hand and mouth. 

Your own heat was starting to pool between your legs, the smell arousing Mingi greatly. 

“You smell so good,” he grabs your hair and shoves you further down his cock. 

You gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to pull away, “Mingi, you gotta be careful.” 

He cried out, “I’m sorry, it just feels so good, I need you on me. I need to be in you.” A low growl escaped his throat. 

You nodded, pulling off your own bottoms, cradling his thighs, but hovering above his cock. 

Mingi’s eyes widened in response, “Wait, don’t I need to prepare you?”

You shook your head, “I’ll be okay, Mingi, but thank you.” 

You grabbed his cock from behind you, lining it up with your entrance, the hot tip emitting a heat you’ve never felt before. 

His cock was huge, yet you were determined to take it. To help your boyfriend's friend. 

Mingi was trying so hard not to drive his hips into you. 

Once you finally sank down, the pain from him stretching you out was, well, painful. It hurt like shit. The biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Your hands landed on his chest with a heavy breath, “Oh my god, Mingi.” 

His head was thrown back in ecstasy, the pleasure he’s never felt before. “C-can you move?” He whined. You slowly nodded before rolling your hips experimentally. You gasped, his cock already hitting you in all the right places, he was completely stretching you out like never before. 

Finally finding a good enough pace for you both, you took your time fucking him. He was already gone, there wasn’t a single thought in that fucked out brain of his. Mingi was full out subbing for you. Despite his giant body and species, he was a complete bottom. 

Mingi’s hands found your waist as you bounced up and down his cock. 

He wished you were his. He wished you were his mate to claim. His to breed forever. 

His knot was rapidly approaching him. 

Mingi gripped your waist hard, now taking control of the pace, his hips pounding up into yours. 

You fell to his chest, moaning into his ear. His balls rapidly smacking into your ass, as he growled. 

His cum shot through your insides, creating a knot that stretched you out bigger than his own cock. 

Once he successfully finished releasing, he let you go, “Seonghwa won’t be here for a while longer, he’s gonna let my knot complete.” Mingi whispered to your tired form.

The second the blanket was on you, and you were covered, you had passed out, thinking of Seonghwa.

[yourfatherlucifer]

A llitttle request. Seonghwa bringing s/o at their dorm secretly whole San and mingi are in the rooms. They are having sex and one of the other two knocks on Hwa doors and asking him to keep it down cuz he thinks seonghwa is just jerkinh off

Sneaky (Seonghwa)

Subby!Switch!Idol!Seonghwa! x afab!reader

Summary: ^^

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, raw stuff (yucky), loud and whiny Hwa, handjob, edging, almost getting caught.

Genre: Smut/Drabble

AU: none

WC: 433

Banner: @/kithsune

Nets: @pirateeznet @cultofdionysusnet

(I'm sorry this was poorly written, I honestly didn't know how to write this.)

"Seonghwa, you're getting too loud, baby." You whispered as your hand pumped up and down your lovers long cock, his whiny moans echoed in the room.

He quickly clamped his mouth shut, trying to repress the sounds he was creating.

"I-I can't!" He stumbled over his words, he was trying so hard, but he just couldn't focus with your hand wrapped around him. You squeezed his fat and long cock in your palm and dragged it up in down.

Seonghwa bit his knuckles in a further attempt to repress his whines. The poor man just couldn't keep quiet for you.

"Y/N please! I can't take it, it's so sensitive," he writhed underneath your hold, his cock filled with overstimulation.

You took your free hand and dragged it down his chest, onto his abdomen, "Oh, my pretty boy, he just cannot keep up can he?"

His hips thrusted up into your hand, no longer able to control them, "Please, Y/N! Just fuck me already." He whispered, loud enough for you to hear but the squelches of his cock and the pre-cum resounded in the little room.

You had tutted at him, "Should I? You haven't exactly been quiet."

Seonghwa whined again, he was so tired of the overstimulation and the edging.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from his leaking and red cock, “I’ve had enough, it’s your turn.”

After flipping the two of you over so you were on your back and he was hovering above, he sunk his cock right on inside your wetness, “Now we will see who can handle the overstimulation.”

Seonghwa had to be careful as to not bang the headboard of his bed against the wall, his room was right next to San and Mingi's, and he definitely didn't want his fellow roommates/members to find out he brought his girlfriend over. When there is a strict rule, no family or friends allowed to any dorm.

Your hands flew to his small waist as he pounded into you, without backing down at a rough pace. His moans were spilling out left and right, not being able to keep quiet. You on the other hand were able to control yourself, though you wanted to get lost in the pleasure, you also didn't want to get caught.

As Seonghwa was about to whine, a knock was heard from the door, "Seonghwa, can you keep it down? I get you have to release every once in a while, but I am trying to sleep." It was Mingi.

You and Seonghwa stopped your motions and stared at each other wide-eyed.

Oops?

[potatomountain]

"First Date"- San

♦️Pairing: Gym bro San x reader ♦️genre/au: fluff/comfort/smut? ♦️Word Count: 4.8k ♦️Warnings: if you ignore the smut part at the end its a totally non-gendered first date with San. Otherwise, just a bit of oral at the end enjoy MINORS DNI ♦️AN: what happens when you have San brain rot and someone mentions a prompt- prompt being first date? This. This is what happens ♦️Network: @pirateeznet

Going to the gym on a regular basis hadn’t been something you thought you would do, and yet here you were, sometimes four or 5 times a week. The kicker? You kept coming back because of the sweet gym bro that had quickly become your gym partner: Choi San.

It started out when you were struggling with one of the machines and he had offered to help you. You had expected him to be crude or touchy like most of the other fellows that had tried to help you at gyms before- and thus the reason this was your third gym membership in 2 months- but he was anything but. Respectful, kept his distance, was actually informative about what you wanted to know and how you wanted to work out as opposed to the way others thought you should.

Since then, your eyes always found him at the gym, even if he was on the other side working on a machine or with weights you didn’t care for. You made a point not to prioritize your little growing crush over what you were really here at the gym for, so you didn’t approach him or make an effort to work out nearby. More often than not you would chastise yourself just for admiring his body and muscles as he worked out, scolding yourself for being a creep.

The relief when he was the first to make a move, asked to exchange numbers so the two of you could meet up at the gym from time to time since he ‘always saw you around and struggling a bit’. You couldn’t admit the reason you struggled was because of him and his pretty dimpled smile and prettier muscles.

It was easy to fall into a friendship with him, into a routine, that your initial crush got buried under genuine respect and fondness of the man. A few months past and you were content with your relationship; at least until he dropped a figurative bomb.

He asked you out on a date.

It had been after one of your gym sessions and the two of you had made small talk about movies, which both of you mentioned excitement for a new one in theaters. You had thought nothing of it, the subject changing into favorite movie types and then other favorites. But before the two of you parted ways to the showers, he had asked. “Tomorrow, do you want to go see that movie together? On a date?”

Of course he had to add the date part, bringing heat to your cheeks as you agreed.

The two of you bickered over text the entirety of the day before your date; he would insist on being a gentleman and pick you up or pay for the whole thing, and you would reject each idea. You were flattered, and you liked that he was sweet like that, but it was your first date and you were adamant about pitching in somewhere.

He relented, agreeing to meet you at the movie theater at five. After the movie was a plan to get something quick to eat and go from there. You were fine with that, insisting you needed to be home by 10 for no reason other than rules you had placed on yourself for the date. Not because you didn’t trust him, but because you didn’t trust yourself. If he gave you an inch, you were sure you would push for a mile, your crush returning with a vengeance.

Months of exercising with him and seeing him at the gym hadn’t prepared you for the sight that greeted you when you walked up to the theater ten till five. You had seen him in shorts, spandex, sweats- all sort of clothes fit for exercising- but the white button up and washed out jeans with his hair combed back? You had to take a moment to admire him all over. 

Smoothing out your own attire, which was also different from your usual workout clothes, you made your way over with a small little wave. His eyes widened when he saw you, heat flooding his cheeks as he looked you over slowly, taking in every aspect of your fit (and you swore your body) before meeting your eyes with an appreciative grin.

“You look beautiful.” San said breathlessly.

Flustered at his compliment you motioned to his own outfit, making a point to look him over just as he had you despite having already done so. “And you look amazing. Attractive. Handsome- all that and more.” 

It was his turn to get flustered, holding out his arm. “Let’s get some snacks for the movie?”

“Just something to drink, theater food is so expensive.” You took his arm with a small thanks, fighting off the heat in your cheeks.

He scoffed, leading you inside. “I can pay.” “And we agree that since you got the tickets, I can pay for my own concession stuff.”

“Hmph, so stubborn, I was hoping you’d let up.”

You smiled up at him, noting the hint of amusement in his features. “Uh-huh, I think you like it when I fight you on things like this.”

He chuckled, leaning closer to you. “How can I not like it when you are feisty?”

San had been respectful at the gym, friendly, and not once actively flirted with you that you knew of- but he most definitely was flirting with you now. 

You couldn’t deny that you loved it, even as you gently pushed him away, both of you grinning. “Catch me sparring with you next time we’re in the gym then.”

“You really want to put yourself in a position where I can pin you down?” Not only was he flirting, but he was bold about it. When you sputtered out no coherent answer, he laughed, walking with you up to the counter. He took advantage of your flustered state to order drinks and popcorn for you both, getting just what you liked and handing over his card.

You were trying, with much difficulty, to erase the image of San pinning you down from your mind, so you had noticed too late what he had done. With a pout you smacked his arm without much force. “I said I could.”

“I know, but consider it an apology.” He handed you your drink, the grin he wore was not at all apologetic and instead had your stomach filled with butterflies.

Your instinct told you not to ask, but curiosity got the better of you. “Apology for what?”

“For the amount of times I’m going to steal your breath away tonight.”

You wished he had been joking yet he was true to his word. You saw a new side to San, subtle flirting mixed with cute habits that had you laughing when you weren’t stuttering for a reply to his bold words. While he made it clear he did want you, that he liked you, not once had it made you uncomfortable or was it disrespectful.

Of course when the movie had started the flirting came to a standstill; both of you sitting somewhere in the middle, huddled together as you ran by theories of the story or made a joke low enough not to bother the other people in the theater. No, he didn’t need to say anything for you to get flustered, close enough to smell the different smells from his hair gel to the little bit of cologne he wore. You could smell the popcorn on his breath whenever he would lean in a bit closer to point out a scene he thought was really cool, eyes wide with enthusiasm as you turned to giggle at just how cute he was.

Despite the growing rage of the butterflies in your stomach, and lower, San was still so easy to talk to, to be close to. You had a good time, even a bit disappointed when the movie came to an end and the theater lights turned back on.

By the absolutely adorable pout on San’s face, he was just as disappointed. You stood up and held out your hand to him, smiling as he looked up. “Can’t expect some shared popcorn to fill me up, so let’s get dinner?” 

With newfound enthusiasm he took your hand and stood up, the small alley leaving very little room between you two. “That’s right, the date isn't over yet.”

You were the first to put some distance between you two, clearing your throat and grabbing your empty soda cup, turning to head out the aisle. “Where do you want to go?”

“There’s a park nearby that has some food trucks usually posted up?”

“You’re not going to try and pay again are you?” You looked back over your shoulder to fix him with a glare which he returned with an innocent smile.

“I have no idea what you mean? Paying for your food? On the date I asked you on? What kind of man does that?” The both of you threw away your garbage on the way out, only then did you pull your hand from his- which you hadn’t realized you still had a hold on to.

Rolling your eyes you clasped your hands behind you to keep them busy, his own hands pushing into his pockets. “And I agreed to the date so it’s a shared effort. Why do you insist on paying for everything San?”

He shrugged, moving ahead to open the door for you. “Because I like you a lot and want to do anything I can for you.” The simple confession had the space between you blazing with tension as you had to stop and simply stare. The longer you did, the more flustered and nervous he became by the second. “Forget I said anything.” He rushed off ahead, head down and clearly sulking as you were still trying to wrap your head around the bursting of emotions in your chest.

“San-” As if a switch flipped in your brain you called out, rushing to catch up. “Wait-” You reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. Fuck he looked so cute pouting like this, like a dejected puppy(or kitty), which made it harder to put up a fight. “I-I suppose you can pay, this time. But I get the next date.”

The way he perked up had your heart fluttering, falling for these adorable habits of his as much as all the other sides you’ve seen. He smiled much like a boy, grabbing your hand from his arm and situating his fingers into the slots. “So there’s a next date?”

You groaned, flustered more than anything as your gaze fell to the concrete beneath your feet. “We have to get through this one first, San.”

With a perk in his step and giddy laughter he gently pulled you along, teasing you for ‘how cute you were being’ which only flustered you more. The flirting was back and your admission seemed to make him even more bold.

The park wasn’t far at all, but it was late and cloudy, the park lights seemed almost eerie in some spots so you opted to make the walk short. The two of you stuck to the main paths, coming across a food truck you liked after about thirty minutes of walking. Just as you promised, you let him pay, but you still grumbled about it. 

He didn’t mind at all, commenting that nothing could ruin his happy mood now. You were tempted to try to, but one look at his bright eyes and you couldn’t gather up the courage to do so. The two of you talked about anything, San finding no end of topics to bring up and indulge in, at times seeming content just walking and holding your hand while you two ate. 

It wasn’t until you both were throwing away your wrappers that his shoulders drooped- the same shoulders you had been eyeing on and off all evening. Despite not wearing a muscle shirt as he often did at the gym, the white button up accentuated them perfectly, his forearms also exposed as he had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He was definitely what your friends would call a ‘himbo’ but you decided you loved that.

Just as you had come to expect, San’s pout was in full view, staring down at your joined hands as he gently swung them. “Do you want to keep walking?” Neither of you wanted the date to end, and truthfully you had an hour left to kill before you should head home for your self-imposed deadline.

Yet you didn’t have a chance to answer, the first raindrop hitting your shoulder an indicator that the park was about to be the last place to continue the date. And while playing in the rain could be a fun date, you weren’t dressed for that and neither was that. “Let’s find shelter first?”

“My place isn’t far, you can wait out the rain there?” He offered, hopeful.

You were about to suggest a cafe or something else, something public, when the light sprinkling turned into a soaking downpour. Both of you cursed under your breath, running along the pavement looking for cover. Being in the middle of the park, that didn’t leave many options, taking several minutes until you two ducked under the awning of another food truck. There were other couples and people that had the same idea, leaving barely any room for you and San.

He pulled you under, standing just under the awning, facing you and attempting to cover you from the rain despite getting soaked in the process. The people behind you tried to make room, but San instead let others under the shelter. What you were hoping would be a short burst of rain instead was lasting, leaving you shivering as your wet clothes stuck to you, the wind that occasionally blew the rain under the awning just making things worse. Despite your own cold, San seemed to be bearing the rain and cold unshakably.

Instinctively you pressed close, seeking warmth, which he welcomed by wrapping an arm around you to protect you as much as he could from the rain. “I got you, Jagiya.” His words had heat rushing through you, momentarily forgetting the rain soaked clothes sticking to you as a second skin and the cold they brought with it.

Despite the eternity that it felt like, the rain only lasted a few more moments, dying back down to another sprinkle, but you both were cold and San was even more soaked than you were. You wanted to laugh about the experience, but as you pulled away you got a good view of how his clothes stuck to him- as did he. 

There was nothing humorous in the way his jaw clenched, or the arm he wrapped around you to pull you close. “We’ll go to my place so I can dry your clothes before sending you home.” It wasn’t a request this time, or offer, but a demand- on you saw no reason to dispute. You could see every outline of his torso under his shirt, that alone had your brain in overdrive, but the way his jeans were now sticking to him? Soaked and making noise with every step he took to usher you out of the park?

You couldn’t speak up because if you did, you might comment about the way his jeans specifically stuck to the front of his pelvis and that you were reacting in some type of way. The kind of way you were trying not to act on a first date. So you kept quiet, letting the tension fester between the two of you as he rushed you out of the park.

Another burst of rain had the two of you ducking under another store awning, this time no where near as crowded but he still had you back against the wall, shielding you from the trickles of rain that would whoosh under by the wind with his back. You had put your hands on his chest to keep some distance as his arms caged you in, breathing heavily from what you assumed was because of the rain. One look at his eyes on you though and you knew it was because of you.

You were affecting him as much as he was you, the revelation both freeing and worrying. Freeing to know you weren’t alone in this struggle; yet worrying because if he acted on it, you knew you wouldn’t say no. No, you would welcome it.

And yet here you were, pinned against a random wall as it rained, on the way to his apartment to dry your wet clothes. Such a genius idea for a first date huh? This bout of rain ended quickly, San once again leading you down the street. He was right, his place wasn’t far, as the two of you made it into the building right as the next bout started.

“Well that was an experience.” You tried to break the tension, turning to him with a dry chuckle.

“I should’ve checked the weather- I’m sorry.” San put some distance between you two, keeping his eyes forward as he led you to the elevator, water dripping off both of you and making a decent trail of puddles.

You shook your head, fighting back the chill running through you in the air conditioned building. “I could’ve too, it’s fine San. I had fun.”

He shook his head again, running his hand through his wet hair to get the water to stop dripping into his face. “I uh- you don’t have a cat allergy right?”

The question was sudden, but it was a welcome change of topic to keep your mind off the way the fabric moved sticking to him like this. “No allergy, I adore cats. Unfortunately my building doesn’t allow them so I am cat free. Such a sad existence, truly.” He chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I have a cat, Byeol, she’ll probably be nosey and I will try to keep any and all cat hair off your clothes.” “Really I don’t mind San. I hope she likes me, actually.”

He grinned. “Oh I know she’ll love you.”

The elevator stopped, doors opened and you followed San down the hall a bit more at ease- which definitely had to do with the excitement to see his cat.

His apartment felt very much fitting for him, but you barely noticed as your attention had landed on the car right off the bat. She demanded his attention first, but as he left to grab you some clothes, Byeol turned her attention to you. Despite being wet, she rubbed up against your leg, purring.

San came back with shorts and a hoodie. “You can change in the bathroom, there is a small dryer in there you can just throw your clothes into.” 

You took them, following his finger towards the correct door after pulling off your soaking shoes. Alone in his bathroom the tension was back in your chest, staring down at the hoodie that very clearly smelled like him. Peeling your clothes off you realized just how cold you were, even once your clothes were thrown in the little dryer and you were enveloped in his scent and clothes you were still shivering.

Stepping out with your arms wrapped around yourself, you called out for him. “San?”

He looked up from the couch, freshly changed into gray sweats and a loose fitting tank top, Byeol on his lap purring away. “They fit okay?” Considering how broad his shoulders were, the sweater hung quite a bit but it was comfortable.

“Yeah. How long will that take?” You motioned back to the bathroom as you made your way over to the couch. 

He shrugged, leaning back into the couch and leisurely petting the cat. “About half an hour? Once it’s dry I’ll take you home.”

You shook your head, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “No, that's okay, I’ll get an uber. You’re already home; I don't want to make you go back out.”

“I’m offering.” He moved Byeol aside who whined in protest as he got up, heading towards what you assumed was his bedroom. “Plus I’ll know you got home safely.” He disappeared into the room.

“I can text you-”

“Nope, I’m driving.” He broke off your protest, bringing a blanket over to you. “I don’t want to think about you leaving me just yet, especially when you look so fucking cute in my hoodie.” Flustered you didn’t fight him on it any more, instead watching with confusion as he literally tucked the blanket around you quite snuggly. “In fact- I’m tempted to have you take it.”

“But it’s yours-” You pulled the blanket up to your chin, meeting his eyes as he had yet to pull away, hands on the back of the couch on either side of you. “San?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, darkening with thoughts that were reflected in your own mind. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, his lips pressing against yours before you could vocalize the answer. With your arms tucked under the blanket you could only kiss him back, tilting your head into the kiss that he deepened after the first few strokes.

All your sexual tension from the date, from the whole time you had known him, came crashing into you like a gut punch. San seemed to sense it, or perhaps he was just as frustrated, leaning into you more as his hands found your sides.

Quickly the kiss was getting out of hand, your mouth opening for his tongue the second he asked for entrance, a groan leaving him and hitting you right in the core. Reluctantly, and with much difficulty, you pulled away panting. “San I- I really really like you.”

“Mmm I like you too. A lot, yet I hear a but?” He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes shut as he just seemed to be soaking up your presence.

“I uh- I don’t want to go too far, not on the first date. Not before we-”

He just nodded, pulling away after pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I understand, you have a way you like to do things, especially new things. I won’t do anything you won’t want, and not without asking permission first.” He stood up, turning to look for the remote. “How about you pick something to watch and I grab you something to drink?”

Moments later there was some random show on the tv you had put on to fill the silence that you were trying to focus on: trying because San’s focus was you.

He was more and more obvious about it as time went on, taking in the sight of you huddled in his hoodie and blanket on his couch, petting his cat- it was heartachingly domestic. You were so aware of his eyes on you it was hard to relax, in fact it sizzled the already heavy sexual tension between the two of you even more. 

So when he called out your name, you snapped back a ‘what?’

“I want to be your official boyfriend. Please?”

You paused the show, turning to him slowly as you tried to process his words. “Now is a weird time to ask, don't you think?”

“Maybe, but with the things in my head that I want to do with you, to you, I can’t unless you’re officially mine. So-?” He leaned forward, a devilish yet somehow innocent look on his face.

“I- well I want you to be my boyfriend too but I-”

“Great, it's settled!” He surged forward, pulling you closer at the same time he tossed the blanket aside. “I want to kiss you more.”

“San-” Reluctantly you placed your hands on his shoulders, only for him to pout.

“Please? I wanted to kiss you the whole date- no, even before then. I have a lot of time to make up for, you know.” “But you said you wanted to do a lot of things- how do I know you won’t get carried away huh?” Despite your protests you knew your resolve was weakening, really wanting to give in.

He knew it too, turning his head to place a kiss to the back of your hand. “Then we’ll set some rules. Only until your clothes are done do I get to annnd, hm, I only get to use my mouth to touch you?”

You hesitated, glancing at your phone charging on the end table to see the time. It was only nine, the dryer had maybe ten more minutes or so, just how much can he do with his mouth in that short amount of time?

Moments after agreeing, you realized he could do a lot in ten minutes. It was still a haze how you had gone from just kissing him to his head now between your bare legs, eating you out with enough vigor that you swore this was his favorite meal. Hand’s in his hair, you were torn between pushing him away and pulling him close, each flick of his tongue sending jolts up your spine.

He looked as his lips attached around your nub, sucking enough to pull a whine out of you. You were holding back and had a sneaking suspicion he knew that. Pulling away just enough, he licked a fat stripe over your lips, getting a good taste of your slick. “Come on Baby, no need to be shy now, I’m just using my mouth.”

You whined, your whole body warm from the different sensations he made you feel. “Not only do you have a cute side but a demon side too? Fuck I definitely didn’t know what I was signing up for.” He chuckled, breath hot against your core. “That’s true, I’ve barely shown you what I can do, you're in for so many surprises.” The idea of it excited you, made you even more eager for this relationship and where it would take- and not just because his tongue felt fucking amazing on you.

Still, you were battling with yourself about this whole thing on the first date, only to squeak out when you were pulled suddenly to the edge of the couch, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders as he buried himself deeper into you. He wasn’t just using his mouth now, his nose brushing against your nub while this tongue worked furiously, hands on your hips to hold you in place. 

You weren’t sure what did it, his nose, tongue, or just the sight of him moaning against your cunt, but your climax hit unexpectedly.

That should been enough, just one time, but San took to his word and he kept going until you were moaning and whimpering and fucking yourself on his tongue as much as he was fucking you with it. He let you ride out not just that first orgasm, but two more until your legs were shaking and half his face was soaked with your cum. 

It wasn’t until you pushed at his head, over stimmed and legs shaking, did he pull away. Licking his lips he looked up at you with nothing but desire and affection. “Well I guess I broke the rules.”

Panting you stared bewildered as he sat back on the floor, trying to bring your brain back from mush. “You did?”

“Mhmm. I used my nose, and held you down. Plus the dryer buzzed during the second time you came so- ow! I’m sorry.” He whined, rubbing his shoulder where you had kicked him. “When I finally got you moaning I really did get carried away.” “I told you that you would!” Huffing, you pushed yourself up, still quite flustered. You weren’t at all upset he kept going, nor that it had escalated as it did.

San stood up to help you, an obvious wet spot in his sweats that only flustered you more. “Did you… did you cum? Untouched?”

Now he was flustered, looking away sheepishly. “Yeah, I did.”

Byeol’s soft meow from the other end of the couch pulled you both the rest of the way out of your bubble, jolting San into action. There wasn’t really any more tension as he cleaned you up and let you go change, your clothes still a bit damp but enough to get you home. San insisted you wear his hoodie, pulling it back on you after he had changed and grabbed his keys.

He was an attentive driver, taking your directions to your place and parking as close as he could to the building. He offered to walk you to your door but you insisted on at least doing that. So instead he stole a kiss, smiling over at you before you left the car. “The second date, I’ll only use my hands.” 

Flustered, you huffed and grumbled out before making your way to the door. Looking back, he was still waiting for you, rolling the window down, you managed to see his wink before you disappeared into your apartment complex.

You were definitely looking forward to the second date.

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Topaz! It's your admirer again :)

Now let's talk about being "feral", could you briefly tell me, what make you "go feral"? could be certain touches, settings or sensations?

Also, please describe in three words for each, what characteristics you love about Hongjoong, San and Seonghwa respectively.

Hope to read your answers soon!

Hi admirer!! hmmmmm things that make me feral: a threesome. a little voyeurism. v-lines/hipbones. public/sex in a place you might get caught. neck kisses. "be a good girl and _______". heavy heavy on dirty talk/dialogue. oh god the characteristics are gonna expose me. San: silly, gentleman-ly, hardworking Hongjoong: workaholic, sassy, creative Seonghwa: open-minded, sweet tooth, short-tempered hopefully that helps!