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kinktober — day 7 | overstimulation

fever • [choi san]

my body is burning up because of you

pairing: choi san x fem!reader genre: smut, side hoe!au, cheating!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which san blows off some steam with you, his side chick, but he feels too god for you to care word count: 770 warnings: overstimulation, fingering, reader is san’s partners best friend, a lil degradation

i literally forgot to schedule this one, i’m so sorry :((

A loud moan escaped your lips, as you dug your nails into San’s biceps, hips bucking against his hand in pleasure.

You whined out his name, two of his fingers inside of you for what felt like an hour as he slowly worked you closer to your release. You wanted to come so badly but every time he felt you clenching around his digits, he slowed down the pace before ramming back into you like there was no tomorrow.

As soon as he came home after practice, he picked you up and carried you to the living room, the frustration almost dripping off him as he nuzzled his head into the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin.

He had called you before, like he always does when he needed to release built up tension and his partner, your best friend didn't feel like it.

You played with his hair, gently stroking the back of his head, and asked him what was wrong. Not giving an answer, San locked his lips with yours, an upset sigh escaping him as he wordlessly fiddled with the strings of your sweatpants.

Ridding yourself of the piece of clothing, you opened your legs, San’s finger already finding its way between your folds where it lingered for a few seconds before he pushed it inside.

You moaned at the feeling, his long digit reaching places you never knew existed because you could never touch them yourself. A sly smile curled on his lips when relaxation hit him, his chest now moving slower as his angry breathing calmed down.

He pounded his finger into you, occasionally removing it completely to hear you begging him to continue. San loved the effect he had on you, the way he just had to raise his eyebrows for you to get up and undress for him.

You on the other hand loved the way he curled his fingers inside your cunt, stretching your walls out even more when he added a second finger.

»Imagine what BF/N would say if they saw you like this«, he purred and kissed your lips again. »You with my fingers inside your pretty pussy, moaning my name while they think I’m still at practice.«

You sighed with a grin on your lips, not even caring about what your best friend would say. San fucked you too good for you to care and they didn’t worship him nearly as much as you did.

Obviously, you only were there for his fun, still, with his hands between your legs and his lips all over your neck you felt like something special.

»You sound so pretty when you moan my name like this«, he whispered.

Arching your back off the bed, you rolled your hips against his hand, desperately chasing your high as he continued with his slow pace, the burning sensation making your walls tingle.

»I’m getting sensitive, Sannie«, you breathed, eyes screwed shut and face twisting in pleasure when he raised your hips to hit you at a better angle. He touched your sweet spot so easily, repeatedly stroking it and pushing you closer to the edge.

The line between you climaxing and reaching the point of overstimulation was a damn thin one and San made you walk it in stiletto high heels, yet he managed to make you suffer in bliss a little longer before finally adding his thumb to your clit, drawing circles on it and sending you over the edge, your thighs trembling at the sudden wave crashing over you.

A loud moan of his name escaped you and you bit your lip to prevent a swear word from following, San’s fingers still moving inside you to help you ride out your orgasm.

Your whole body twitched and jerked forward, clit going numb at his pace and the soft burning of overstimulation.

»San~«, you whined as he chuckled at your vain attempt to push away his hand. Pathetically failing at it, you grabbed his wrist and bit the back of your other hand, the sensation between your legs making you fall in a daze.

»C’mon slut, you know you like it«, he huffed and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, a huge contrast to his restless actions inside your pussy. »You take my fingers so well.«

You mumbled incomprehensible praises at the way his hand felt, the words spluttering out of your mouth without any sense, before he harshly pulled out of you, the empty feeling making your press your legs together to keep the cold air from hitting your soaking wet cunt.

»Let’s get you cleaned up, the members will come home soon.«

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yes, sir ! • [song mingi]

i was just looking at you, picturing how good you would look naked with my dick buried deep inside of you and suddenly it became reality.

pairing: song mingi x fem!oc (sok yujin) genre: smut, established relationship, dom!mingi, sub!oc word count: 2.9 k warnings: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, biting, slight nipple play, marking, protected sex, dirty talk, manhandling, a dash of kinks (lmk if i forgot sth)

inspired by say my name (ateez), especially mingi's voice in the last chorus ...

Turning around on his chair, Mingi looked at the girl on his bed, letting his eyes wander up and down her petite body, examining every visible inch. She was sitting cross-legged on his wine red satin bedsheets, wearing black shorts that complimented the curve of her hips and accentuated the small waist of hers. Her upper body was partly covered by a slightly sheer, loose white crop top, hanging down from her narrow shoulders and hovering over her chiseled collarbones. Her chest was just the right size for the boy to find it appealing and her face showed a concentrated look, as she typed messages to whoever. Mingi let his tongue slip over his bottom lip, leaving them moist and glossy, as his eyes were stuck to the girl's neck. He wondered what it must feel like to drape his lips over her perfect skin, leaving a trail of lovebites and showing everyone she belonged to him. Swallowing hard, he ran his fingers through his black hair, exhaling quietly before leaning his head to one side.

»Yujin?«, he whispered and paused for a moment, feeling his cock pulse at the thought of her legs spread on the bed and her delicate fingers playing with her own wetness.

»Yujin?«, he asked out loud now and swallowed again, when she looked up from her phone and cocked her head to the opposite side.

»Yes?«

Her lips were slightly parted, covered by a sheen of saliva, reflecting the light of the ceiling lamps over their heads. The boy's eyes slowly wandered down from her mouth over her collarbones and chest, until they reached her thighs, gazing at them with burning lust. He licked his lips again, wondering about the way her juices must taste and how good she would look with his dick buried deep inside her.

»Mingi?«

She forced him back to reality, bringing his eyes back to meet hers as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

»Weren't you trying to say something?«

He quietly nodded and parted his lips as if he was about to say something, but he just eyed her in pure silence. The echoes of her voice saying his name ghosted through his mind, as he felt his cock pulse again at the thought of her moaning his name in high notes while he roughly pounded in and out of her, juices mixing and dripping on the bedsheets.

»You look angry... What are you thinking about?«

She carefully put her phone face down on the bedside table. A hint of concern laid on her face while she examined Mingi's figure.

His pitch-black hair, parted on one side and dramatically flipped over to create his signature "bad boy" hairstyle.

His thick eyebrows, narrowed and conveying an emotion she could not describe.

His dark eyes, blazing with a longing for something she was willing to find out.

His equally dark clothes, from the leather jacket he seemed to like a lot, to his unicolor shirt and jeans, that toned his muscular thighs.

She could see a hint of his trained chest muscles and his hard nipples peeking through the thin material of his top.

»I'm not angry«, he finally answered, releasing some of the tension that slowly started to fill the room.

»Then why do you keep staring at me like that?«

»I was just wondering ...«

She let out a whispered giggle and nodded as if to say "keep going" while looking at his wet lips with her deep brown eyes.

»I just wondered how you'd feel wrapped around my dick, your voice moaning into my ear and your fingernails scratching my back.«

Pushing herself off the bed, Yujin got up and slid, legs spread, onto the boy's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

»Why don't we try and see?«

Her soft whisper tickled Mingi's senses, as he rested his big hands on her waist, their lips less than an inch apart and their breaths warming each other's skin.

Without any second thought, she closed the gap between the two of them, feeling Mingi's saliva-covered lips on her own, receiving a first taste of what she was about to get. Roughly brushing their lips against each other, silent moans started filling the room, dancing with the tension that had risen over the past minutes in silence. Raking her fingers through Mingi's hair and therefore messing them up completely, Yujin let out a soft moan, while Mingi ghosted over her hip bones with his slender fingers. He splayed his hands over her ass, cupping each of her cheeks in one, pushing her up to have her covered slit rubbing over his erection.

»Can you feel this?«, he asked with his husky voice, his lips swollen and wet with saliva. »It's waiting for you.«

Yujin gulped at his words, resting her forehead against his, and got up from his lap while taking off her shirt.

»What are we waiting for then?«

Getting up on his feet, the boy almost knocked over the chair before practically ripping off her bra and pushing her onto his bed, legs spread over the edge. He hovered over her, tracing her features with his tongue while exploring the previously forbidden territory. His hands held hers on either side of her face while he left a wet trail of lovebites around her collarbones, occasionally biting the taut-drawn skin. A burning sensation of lust pulsed in both of them as Mingi started rubbing his hard dick between the girl's legs, earning her sweet moans in response.

»Mingi ~«, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist, as her cunt clenched around nothing. The denim material of her pants heated up under Mingi's body and brought a sheen of sweat to her forehead.

More moans were released while the young man licked her nipples, gently tugging at them until they were hard as dried candy. Coming back up to her face, Mingi caressed Yujin's pink cheek before licking her lower lip and tugging on it with his teeth. He felt the desire sparking inside of him, as his heart pounded against his chest and his cock pulsed under his black jeans. The sweet taste of her lips intoxicated him and left him wanting more.

Needing more.

Sinful thoughts crossed the young boy's mind as his dark eyes locked with hers, and he tossed his leather jacket on the chair he had been sitting on before stripping his shirt off right after. Sizzling with need, he went down on his elbows on either side of Yujin's head and shoved his tongue into her mouth, swirling around hers. The girl laid breathlessly underneath him, burying her nails in his naked shoulders, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on his sweaty skin. She could feel his biceps twitching and traced his toned chest muscles with the tips of her fingers, gently circulating her thumb over each of his nipples, making them harder than they already were.

He groaned in ecstasy at her soft fingers touching his hot skin before she fiddled with his belt and unbuckled it, pulling down his pants to relieve part of the torturous pressure on Mingi's dick. Kicking his pants off his legs, he helped Yujin get rid of her last pieces of clothing, tossing them onto the floor next to his own. Solely left with his underwear, he was panting like a maniac and his head spinning with a million ideas of things he could do to her. She laid naked on his bed, her arousal dripping onto the satin sheets as she tried to catch her breath.

»Show me«, he growled. »Show me how you do it while you think of me!«

Her eyes were fixed on his as she put two of her fingers between her lips, soaking them with her saliva and placing one of them on her clit. Gently circulating her finger on her sensitive area, she bit back a moan and raised her hip. Using her other hand to spread her folds, she inserted the other finger into her core and slowly moved it back out again. Spreading her wetness around, she used both fingers to massage the fleshy pink and purred a silent »Fuck«. Pushing both fingers back into her cunt, a soft moan of her watcher's name whimpered through her clenched teeth.

»Making yourself cum with my name in your mouth and on your mind I see.«

Mingi licked his lips and placed a kiss on her chin.

»Keep going, baby. Don't be afraid to let it all out.«

Picking up the speed Yujin pounded her fingers into her entrance, spreading her folds even more and feeling her walls clench around the filling sensation. Moving the second hand away, she started to rub her clit with her finger, before finding her sweet spot, repeatedly hitting it and crying out Mingi's name while she released her juices and slowly removed her fingers.

She held her hand out for Mingi to lick them clean and placed a kiss on his collarbones, softly tugging on the sensitive skin and placing a few lovebites around. He inhaled sharply when she reached her small hand to his erection, stroking over the last piece of fabric covering it and wetting her fingers with the pre-cum soaking through it. Staring straight into his eyes, Yujin brought her fingers to her lips and licked his essence off them.

»That's not the only thing you'll taste tonight«, the boy purred and kneeled on the floor, his face between the girl's thighs. He placed soft kisses on her sensitive skin, gently biting into and pulling at it with his teeth.

»I'll make you feel amazing tonight.«

Her fingers twirled his black locks as she cried out his name the moment he pushed his tongue into her entrance. Shoving her hips deeper into Mingi's face, she clasped the bedsheets tight in her hand while the boy flicked his tongue against her clit. He sipped on her juice, playing with it and spreading it around more while she tugged on his hair, purring his name like a mantra.

»You taste so good, baby girl«, he breathed with his head still between her far spread legs.

His tongue slipped back between her folds, sucking up every drop of her nectarous wetness and engulfing it like a delicacy.

»Cum for me again, I know you want to«, the black-haired boy teased and delved his tongue back into her core, hitting her sweet spot with ease.

Waves of electricity shook her body when she climaxed for the second time that night, her toes curling and her hand pulling at his hair.

»Fuck, Mingi!«, Yujin cried in ecstasy when he collected her juices and used them to insert the first finger while pressing the tip of his tongue against her clit and roughly moving it in circular motions.

»Oh God, fuck yes, sir!«

»Sir?«

His tongue stopped the pressure on her clit as he licked his lips and sucked on the sweaty skin of her lower tummy, leaving a trail of lovebites as his mark.

»I like that name.«

His finger still caressed her inner walls, making her clench around it as she felt the world stuttering on its axis and her fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

»Don't be shy«, Mingi teased, adding a second finger while gradually increasing the speed of his motion. »Show me how good I am making you feel. Show me how you cum again.«

Yujin arched her back as her vision faded to black, and she dissolved into pleasure, finally releasing what she had built up again, while she drunkenly cried out her lover's name.

»Good girl«, he purred and gently removed his fingers, before licking her dripping essence off her thighs and core. He held his hand up to her face and traced her lower lip with his index finger.

»Now taste yourself, baby girl«, he commanded, shoving his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to lick away every drop of her own juice.

»It's your turn now, sir«, she panted and got up from the bed to get rid of Mingi's pre-cum soaked underwear, tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the wooden bedroom floor.

Kissing his tip, she dipped her tongue into his slit and used his dripping juice to coat his dick. She swirled her tongue up and down his shaft, earning low moans from the naked boy. He arched his back, forcing her to take him in as deep as possible and making her choke for a second. Her swollen lips kept moving around his cock, and she hollowed her cheeks, adding a bit of pressure to her game. Her hand massaged his balls before closing around his length and sloppily stroking him while he bit his lip and pleaded her name.

»Fuck yes, keep going, baby girl!«

She was engulfed in wet heat as she started to use her hands and lips together, making Mingi's cock twitch in her mouth. He shoved his hips into her face, fucking her mouth deeper and bringing himself a little closer to his own release, before pulling his dick out from between her lips and grabbing her waist. Switching positions again, Mingi pushed the girl onto the soft mattress and fiddled a condom from his bedside table drawer. He pinched the tip and rolled it on with a quick movement of his hands, before positioning himself between Yujin's legs again and pushing his entire length inside of her pussy.

Crying out his name once more, she arched her back, feeling his cock fill her up entirely. Slowly grinding his hips, Mingi set a pace and gently thrust into her core, releasing her sweet high notes. Yujin wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper and making him hit her sweet spot. Letting out a silent moan himself, he nibbled on her collarbone again, leaving it wet and burning, before pulling out of her and turning her around. Roughly pushing her face into the pillows, Mingi picked a faster rhythm and shoved his dick back into Yujin's dripping cunt.

»You take me so well, baby girl«, he groaned and bit her shoulder, tasting the saltiness of her skin and forcing her to cry out his name again.

»Make me all yours please«, Yujin begged needingly. »Fill me up! Fuck me, sir!«

Adrenaline rushed through Mingi's veins when he heard her dulcet voice call him that name, and he started thrusting harder and faster, making her cry out in pleasure.

»Fuck, baby girl, you're so tight«, he growled and shoved his hand between her legs, caressing her clit with his slender fingers again.

»Oh God, fuck yes!«

Intense moaning and the sound of their pounding hips filled the hazy bedroom, the dim light of the moon hiding behind some clouds danced in the air and bathed the lovers in a faint light, enhancing the sheen of sweat on either of them. Mingi's pace and thrusts were animalistic, the pleasure he gave Yujin out of this world, as she climaxed into his hand again and bit the corner of a pillow.

»Let me help you now«, she choked, drool running out of her mouth. »I want to make you feel good, sir.«

Mingi pulled out of her and sat with his back against the wall in straddle, allowing her to sit between his legs for a split moment before he lifted her back up and sank her down on his dick, burying it between her folds. She rested her forehead against his and felt his sweaty fingers tracing down her spine, chasing goosebumps over her whole back.

»You're so beautiful«, he whispered into her ear and helped her ride him with the same pace he had set earlier.

Her small breasts bounced as she worked him closer to his high, thigh muscles twitching and chests panting heavily.

»I love you«, she whispered and rolled her hips on Mingi's lap, exhaling into his neck as she pressed her lips onto his skin.

Moaning a mixture of curse words and Yujin's name, time seemed to stand still for Mingi, as sparks of adrenaline ignited the fire in his abdomen.

»Shit, baby«, he groaned and sank his teeth into her shoulder. »I'm close, keep going!«

Doing as he ordered, Yujin obediently kept moving her body on his cock, sinking down on him multiple times before he released his warm juice into the condom inside her.

»Cum one more time for me, I know you can!«

He started rubbing Yujin's nipples with his fingers, while hers went back to her clit, massaging it and pushing her over the edge again, as she tightened her walls around Mingi's dick and came once more, panting and resting her forehead on his shoulder.

»You did so well, baby girl«, the young boy whispered and wiped her long hair off her sweaty back, freeing her neck and letting it cool down, before gently laying her back down on the bed and pulling out of her.

He tossed the condom into the trash can and laid back next to her on the hot mattress, wrapping her into a tight hug and kissing the top of her head.

»Sleep tight, princess«, he whispered and pulled her sweaty body onto his equally sweaty chest. »You did so well.«

While he carefully pulled the blankets over them, Yujin sleepily cuddled closer into his chest.

»Thank you for tonight, sir«, she yawned and kissed Mingi's collarbone again. »I love you.«

»I love you«, he answered, softly stroking her naked back. »But we're back to Mingi now, darling.«

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thank you so much for reading !! i hope you enjoyed it :) this is my 3rd time posting this bc for some reason tumblr keeps changing the post type from a text post into a chat ,,,,,,, if you find this same os in the orphan section on ao3 ... it's mine too, i just didn't want it in my feed anymore bc i chose to publish headcanons and one-shots here and stories with multiple chapters there. if you don't believe me, which i would totally understand bc anyone could say the same thing, i can show you screenshots of previous drafts from June 2020 to somewhen in 2021 ^^

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the angel and the devil masterlist

sansang ff

synopsis

intro

family

angel

new family member

meeting a dragon

new mission: protect the angel

new friend

what’s this feeling?

what is love?

prey and predator

more chapters tba

The angel and the devil

sansang ff

synopsis:

Angel hybrids are mostly known for their unreal beauty along with the fact that they are fragile, gullible and most important of all, innocent. Often only used for their bodies. Meanwhile, dragon hybrids are often known to be heartless and cruel. They have high sex drive and can be very cunning, making others think they are the only ones that can warm up the cold dragon heart. What happens when a cunning and evil dragon meets a gullible and always-confused angel being protected by several other stronger hybrids.

dragon alpha san x angel omega yeosang

Trios don’t last

a yunho angst fanfic

angst (cause i’m feeling sad)

fem!reader with bestfriend!Yunho

potentially reader x seonghwa

second option trope.

a/n: this is not proofread so im sorry for any grammar or spelling errors.

wc: 1104 words.

____ and Yunho were best friends. They had known each other since they were kids. They were neighbours and their moms were close friends.

Yunho and ____ were in the same high school. She had a crush on Yunho since middle school. She was thought he liked her back and wanted to confess at their graduation, she had planned this years ago and fantasied about how it would go. She thought everything would go perfectly.

That was until she transferred…

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“Class. Quiet down. We have a new student joining our class today.” Mrs Lee announced.

Murmurs were heard throughout the class.

A new student? At this time of year? It’s the middle of the graduating year, who would transfer at a time like this?

Yunho leaned to ____ side and whispered, “I heard she’s pretty.”

____ rolled her eyes. She tried to not let it bother her as she has a huge crush on him since forever.

As the new student walked in everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Hi, I’m Jangmi. Lee Jangmi. Nice to meet you.”

She was gorgeous. Her looks were as if it had been hand crafted by Aphrodite herself. Her facial features were perfect. Her body was a perfect hourglass figure. Her skin was amazing.

Yunho’s eyes widened. “Damn, she really is fucking pretty, and shy. She’s literally my ideal type. ” he whispered to ____, while starring at Jangmi as if she was a piece of art at the museum.

____’s heart dropped. She felt like crying.

He never looked at me like that.

“Jangmi, you can sit in front of ____. ____ raise your hand please.”

And for the rest of the class, ____ just wanted to run and cry.

→~~~~~ during break ~~~~~←

“Hi Jangmi, I’m Yunho. Do you want us to show you around school?” Yunho went up to Jangmi, dragging ____ with him.

____ faked a smile and nodded her head.

Jangmi agreed and for the rest of their break both of them showed her around the school.

“Lastly, this is the cafeteria. Do you want to eat?” Yunho asked.

“No thank you. I’m on a diet.” Jangmi rejected with a smile as she waved her hand.

“Diet? But you’re so skinny. Maybe ____ should go on a diet.” He nudged ____ teasingly and laughed.

Jangmi giggled. ____ looked down, feeling upset. She wanted to run away.

Am I really fat?

“I’m not that skinny and ____ is nice just the way she is. I think she’s really pretty.” Jangmi said.

____ looked up.

She’s nice.

→~~~~~~~~~~~←

Every since then, they’ve been a group. The three of them.

→~~~~~~~~~~~←

“Hey ____, did you hear about Yunho?” Yeosang asked.

Yeosang and ____ were also very close. But he didn’t really click well with Yunho. Both ____ and Yeosang shared multiple classes, in those classes, Yunho would share them with Jangmi and every time after those lessons, Yunho would hang out with Jangmi and accidentally ignore ____.

“Huh? What?”

“Are you sure you don’t know? You two are always so close.”

“We drifted a little. He’s really close with Jangmi nowadays.”

Yeosang was aware that ____ liked Yunho. He never understood why but never questioned his friend’s taste.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you then.”

“Just say it.” ____ was getting annoyed.

“He likes Jangmi. I over heard him talking to Mingi about confessing to her on graduation day.”

____’s heart fell. She had heard some rumors about Yunho confessing on graduation day and she thought it was her as all her other friends were also convinced it was her.

____’s face turned pale.

“You ok?” Yeosang asked, concerned.

____ nodded without saying anything. She didn’t feel like talking.

→~~~~~ after class ~~~~~←

When ____ was leaving the class with Yeosang, Yunho suddenly pulled her away.

“Hey, I know we hadn’t hung out in a while but I need to ask you something.”

“Ask Jangmi.” ____ coldly said before turning and leaving.

Yunho ran up to her and walked beside her.

“It IS about her. I can’t ask her.” He whispered.

As they left the school, Yunho dragged ____ to the nearby café, the one where they used to go to a lot before Jangmi came into their lives.

“Look, I like Jangmi and I was thinking that maybe you can help me.”

Hearing those three words, ____’s mind blanked out.

He likes her

Just as he finished his sentence, Yeosang entered with Wooyoung. Both guys saw ____ and Yeosang realised that she was uncomfortable.

As Yunho was waiting for a reply, Yeosang dragged Wooyoung and walked towards them.

“Hey ____, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Yeosang said.

“You have?” Wooyoung replied giving his best friend the ‘what the fuck’ look before getting elbowed by said friend.

“What do you need her for?” Yunho said rolling his eyes.

Do you really have to interrupt us?

Yunho was annoyed.

“The group project. We need to start on it. The three of us.” Yeosang said.

It was the best excuse he could come up with to get his friend out of the uncomfortable situation.

“Since when do we have a group project?” Wooyoung asked again.

“Yea since when?” ____ asked.

“Both of you really need to pay attention in class.” Yeosang said as he begun packing for ____ and dragging her out.

Yunho was left there, annoyed.

“What group project?” Wooyoung asked again.

“Stop asking. There is no group project. I was trying to get our friend her out of that situation.” Yeosang replied glaring at Wooyoung.

He turned his head to ____ and asked “What did he ask? Are you ok? You looked uncomfortable. That was the only excuse I could come up with.”

“Can I go home? I’ll tell you there. Please. He can see us. I just want to go home.”

Just as they were walking, they saw Jangmi.

“Oh, ____. Hiiiii.” She ran up to her and hugged her.

“Oh my god. Are you ok? You look so pale.” She asked, her voice full of concern.

____ nodded and smiled.

“Are these your friends? Hiii, I’m Jangmi.” Jangmi offered her hand but neither Yoesang not Wooyoung took it. Yeosang just grabbed Wooyoung and ____’s hand and dragged them towards the direction of ____’s house.

Jangmi was left there, confused.

→~~~~~ at her home ~~~~~←

____ explained everything to the two friends.

“He said he liked her.” ____ said hysterically into Yeosang’s shoulder.

Wooyoung was pissed. He knew about her crush. He also thought that Yunho was interested in her seeing how much he always cared for her.

“But I can’t bring myself to hate her. She’s so nice.”

“Let’s beat him up.” Wooyoung whispered to Yeosang.

Yeosang glared at him then looked back at the crying ____ on his shoulder.

After a few hours of crying, “I think it’s best to tell him how you feel. Get over him quicker.” Wooyoung suddenly suggested.

“That’s not go-“

“yeah i agree” ____ suddenly voiced out.

“I need to get over this. I’ve liked him for so long but he never noticed.”

“But your friendship…” Yeosang said softly.

“It’s ok. We’ve drifted anyways. He doesn’t hand out with me anymore. It’s like im invisible whenever the three of us hang out. There’s no use keeping this friendship going It was over ever since Jangmi joined. It’s better to accept reality now than later.” ____ said as she wiped her tears.

→~~~~~ the next day ~~~~~←

“Hey, ____ can I talk to you?” Jangmi asked, as she pulled ____ out.

“Hey! What about me?” Yunho pouted.

“It’s a girls thing.” Jangmi replied, sticking out her tongue playfully before leaving.

“What did you need to talk about?”

“I like Yunho”

“I was thinking, since you’ve been friends with him for so long. Maybe you can help me think of how to confess…” The last part was said softly.

____’s world stopped. She had told herself that she had to get over him quickly but hearing her say that made her heart ache even more.

“I don’t know. Ask Mingi.” ____ replied, trying to hold back her tears.

“I thought that yo-“

“____! I found you. I’m gonna borrow her for a sec. You can go to class first.” Wooyoung suddenly interrupted, pulling ____ away.

A confused Jangmi stared at them before shrugging her shoulders and walking back into class.

Wooyoung was going to his own class but saw both girls talking, and after Jangmi had finished talking he saw a visible shift in ____ facial expressions and knew he had to get her out of that situation.

“You good?”

“She likes him back.” ____ suddenly said.

“What?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

“Jangmi likes Yunho.”

As they talked outside her class, both of them looked into the class. Seeing how lovingly they both stared at each other ____ felt jealous.

“It’s always her. I’ve lost count the number if times guys have come to ask me on how to ask her out. She’s so god damn perfect that it is so fucking difficult to hate her.” ____ finally let out her rage.

Wooyoung didn’t know what to do. He had never seen ____ that angry. She was always composed, but because of this, she finally broke.

Wooyoung as about to say something, but the bell rang before he could say a word.

____ took a deep breath and pat Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“I’m fine. Wait for me here. It’s math. I’ll take my bag and we cam go to class together.”

Math was one of the lesson that ____ shared with Wooyoung and Yeosang while Yunho shared it with Jangmi.

→~~~~~ after math (🤮) lesson ~~~~~←

____ left the class on her own to talk to Yunho.

“Hey Yunho, are you free now. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, hey ____. I’m kind of busy now. Mimi and I are going to the bookstore to pick up something.”

“Mimi?”

“Yeah, Jangmi.”

“You’re on nickname basis now?” ____ whispered as Yunho grabbed Jangmi’s hand and left.

Since then, Yunho and ____ barely talked. Whenever she tried to talk to him, Jangmi would be there or he would be too busy, having plans with Jangmi.

→~~~~~ on graduation day ~~~~~←

Today was the day But it was not as happy or as bright as ____ had imagined.

She woke up late, didn’t have time to eat her breakfast and as she was running to school, she had gotten water splashed on her by a car. So far her day wasn’t going good.

This was her last day of school. She was going to tell Yunho how she felt before leaving.

→~~~~~ the night before ~~~~~←

“Mom, Dad. I want to go to Australia to study.”

Her parents were shocked at her sudden request.

“But why?” Her mom asked.

“I just want to further my education there. It’s better. And Yeosang and Wooyoung are so going. We applied to the same course.”

“But sweetie what about Yunho?” Her mom suddenly asked.

“My education and future is more important than a friend. Can I please go?“

Seeing how determined their daughter was, they gave in.

→~~~~~ back to present ~~~~~←

The whole day, ____ couldn’t find Yunho.

At the ceremony, she saw Yunho at the stage wing and wonder what he was doing there. He wasn’t the smartest and never scored high marks. He was a mediocre student.

Everyone’s parents were there to see their child graduate. Even ____, Jangmi and Yunho’s parents were there.

Yunho stepped up on stage. He took the mic and walked towards were Jangmi was sitting. He then got on one knee and pulled out a bouquet of red roses, Jangmi and ____’s favourite flowers.

“Lee Jangmi. Would you make me the happiest man in this hall and be my girlfriend?” Yunho confessed in front of everyone.

Jangmi was in shock while all of ____’s friends turned to look at ____, even Yeosang and Wopyoung. They felt bad. ____ was holding in her tears. She knew she had to get over this, but it hurt. It really hurt. It just hurts so bad.

“Oh my god, Yunho… Yes!” Jangmi said as she hugged him.

Hearing Jangmi’s reply, ____’s mom knew why her daughter wanted to leave so bad, and she understood. She could see how much pain her daughter was in and put her arm around her shoulder.

“It’s ok. Let’s go home.” She whispered.

Seeing ____ and her family leaving Yeosang also decided to leave.

While everyone cheered, the two families left quietly.

At the carpark, Yeosang ran up to ____’s family.

“Mr Kim. Mrs Kim. Can I talk to ____?”

Both parents nodded and Yeosang ____ left to one side as both their parents waited in the car.

“Are you ok?”

Just then Wooyoung and the rest of her friends ran out.

“____ are you ok?” all of them asked at the same time.

Seeing all her friends caring so much about her, she started crying.

“I’m sorry. I so sorry.” Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face.

Seeing this, everyone hugged her.

“Don’t apologise. You did nothing wrong. You’ll meet someone better in the future.” Chaeryeong, one of her best friend, said.

“Yeah, you’ll meet someone a million times hotter and richer.” Xiaoting said and everyone burst out laughing.

“We’ll miss you a lot ____.” Hikaru said, trying not to cry.

All her friends we’re aware about ____’s decision to go overseas. They were also aware of the reason. They understood her decision.

→~~~~~ the next morning ~~~~~←

They were all at the airport. Yeosang, Wooyoung and ____ all had their luggages. ____ was saying her last goodbyes to her friends and family.

“I’ll come back every holiday.” ____ said crying.

All of them were crying. ____’s parents were happy to see how much their daughter had grown and her friends all were sad to have to see her leave for the sake of a boy.

“Hey… They’re calling our flight already. It’s time to go.” Yeosang softly said.

Hugging everyone and saying their goodbyes, the three of them left to their boarding gate. ____ was assured that this trio would surely last.

As she was turning her phone to flight mode, she received a text.

‘Hey ____ where were you? Let’s celebrate.’

It was from Yunho.

Then another text came in.

‘____-ieeeeee. Let’s celebratee. I misss youu alreadyyy😭😭😭’

It was from Jangmin.

____ decided that her story with them ends here. She ignored their messages.

“I can’t wait to see San again. I miss him so mucchhhhh.” Wooyoung whined.

“I’m curious to see your boyfriend.” ____ teased.

“What about you? Who’s this Jongho guy?” She teased Yeosang.

Yeosang blushed and elbowed ____.

→~~~~~ Australia airport ~~~~~←

“BABEEEE!!” Wooyoung shouted as he ran towards someone.

“God this child.” Yeosang whispered, rolling his eyes.

“What about you? That San guy has someone beside him.”

Yeosang looked towards San’s direction and saw his own boyfriend and blushed again.

“God you’re so shy. Go.” ____ gave him a push.

Jongho walked up to him and kissed him.

“Hi baby.”

Yeosang blushed again, “shut up, ____’s here.”

Beside the couple, ____ started giggling.

It was cute how the two best friends dated a pair of brothers. The Choi brothers grew up in Korea and San was close with Yeosang and Wooyoung. Eventually, San and Wooyoung started dating. Then they met Jongho, and Yeosang fell in love too. Then they started dating. But the Choi brothers had to move, so they had a long distance relationship. Then in their last year of middle school, they met ____ and Yunho.

“Hello, I’m Kim ____.”

“Hello.” The brothers said in unison.

The two couples then resumed their lovey dovey acts making ____ feel lonely.

“God I hate third wheeling.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Wooyoung teased.

____ rolled her eyes at his reply.

“How did you come here?” Yeosang asked, with Jongho still hugging him, he refused to let him go.

“Seonghwa hyung drove us here. He’s there.” San pointed to a man walking towards them.

____’s jaw dropped.

Oh fuck he’s hot

“Hello, I’m Seonghwa.”

“Let’s put your things at home before going out.” He suggested.

Seonghwa bought a house and the Choi brothers lived with him. Paying monthly rent of course. Seeing that their boyfriends were moving, they suggested to Seonghwa to allow them to stay and he agreed.

When they reached the house, the three of them were shocked. They house was big.

“Damn. He rich rich.” Wopyoung whispered to ____ and Yeosang.

They were assigned different rooms. The couples together and ____ alone.

When Seonghwa was showing ____ her room, they were alone. Seonghwa found ____ pretty. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had heard about what happened to her and couldn’t understand how anyone could treat her like that.

“Uhm… Can I help you?” ____ asked.

“You’re really pretty.” Seonghwa blurted out.

____ blushed at his words.

Realising that, Seonghwa panicked. He just met her and was already trying to hit in her.

God. Fucking idiot. I just had to fuck it up

“Uhhh. I didn’t mean to say it. But I-I mean yeah you’re really pretty and uh”

“Thanks. You’re really good looking too.” ____ interrupted.

They just stood there. Both with a very obvious shade of red on their cheeks.

Wooyoung and San were outside and Wooyoung had an idea. With a cheeky smile, he pushed ____ towards Seonghwa’s direction. Seonghwa caught her to prevent her from falling and the close proximity between the two made them blush even more. The couple giggled at the two of them.

“Uhm… I’m so sorry.” ____ quickly said, getting off of him.

“It’s ok.”

Just then ____ got a call.

“Hey mom.”

“Sweetie. Yunho and his girlfriend came over to ask for you. I told them you were out.”

“Thanks mom.”

After the graduation ceremony, ____ didn’t feel like talking to Yunho anymore. She felt it was better to leave things that way.

Then ____ got another call. Seeing the caller ID being Yunho, ____ panicked.

“If you don’t mind?” Seonghwa asked, sticking out his hand, offering to pick up for her.

____ handed Seonghwa her phone.

“Hello? ____. Where are you? You left me on read. Jangmi’s here, we’re at the café. Come join us.”

“____, please comeee.” Jangmi added.

“She’s not available right now.”

“Wh-who are you?”

“That’s not important.” Seonghwa replied as he patted ____’s head.

“God this is so slow.” Wooyoung whsipered.

“You were also like this. Don’t forget that.” Yeosang whispered back.

The two couples were in the same room, waiting for them.

“Where is she?” Yunho asked.

“Do you want him to never call again?” Seonghwa asked ____ while covering the phone mic.

____ nodded looking at the floor. She felt like crying again.

Seeing this, Seonghwa replied “She’s currently beside me. Would you like to speak to your friend babe?” Before hanging up the call.

Seeing what Seonghwa did, ____ blushed even harder if that was possible. He then put her phone on the bed and hugged her.

“It’s ok. Let’s go and eat.” Seonghwa bent down to her eyes level.

Feeling her heart racing, she grew confident and kissed him on the cheek before taking her phone and running to Yeosang’s side.

San, Wooyoung, Yeosang and ____ left while Seonghwa and Jongho were left there.

“Hyung, I think you better hurry and take her before she takes my boyfriend away.” Jongho said, patting Seonghwa’s shoulder before leaving.

“He’s never this confident. Whatever he did to that Yunho guy was for you.” San said to ____.

Wooyoung smirked, “ooooo. Little ____ and Seonghwaa. How cute..”

The two couples knew that they would be a cute couple, it was just a matter of time.

Yunho was left confused. What happened to his best friend? He would never know how ____ felt and he would never understand why her friends started treating him coldly. He would never know why ____ cut contact with him. While in Australia, a new love was blooming for her. A chance to feel the love that Yunho could never reciprocate.

A trio that never lasted. A best friend that left. An unrequited love that ended with no closure. A friendship that was never meant to be. A boy that was blind to his best friend’s love to him and a girl that was always the second option.

a/n: I used Woosan and Jongsang because its cute😭😭😭

hope you liked it🤩🤩 i decided to give ____ a happy ending with mama hwa.

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, attempted suicide, physical abuse, a lot of blood, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 540 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction.

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭. ENJOY!! ps: sorry this took so long, exam season is back. so i might update once every week.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝

“Father, we need to talk.” Jongho burst into his father’s study with Hikaru by his side.

“Speak.”

“Your highness, let’s just go.” Hikaru whispered.

“It’s San. He’s not treating ____ properly. He’s sleeping with Harin. I saw what he did to ____ yesterday. He had hurt her. She was bleeding. She wanted to die.” Jongho explained, urging Hikaru to speak, but she was too scared.

“Hikaru saw everything.” He added.

Hikaru then looked up, shaking her head, not wanting any involvement. Sure, Jongho could be excused from San’s wrath but she and her family couldn’t.

His father just nodded and continued to do his work, not even looking up.

“SHE ALMOST DIED FATHER!!” Jongho raised his voice, slamming his father’s table.

“Do not raise your voice at me young man.” His father sternly warned, finally looking up from his work.

“Then do something! He doesn’t deserve to be king! Even if you slept around, you never tried to kill mother!”

His father slammed the table and stood up, walking right up to him.

“Do not speak to me like that ever again. And regarding your brother, we will discuss that another time. Leave now.”

Jongho rolled his eyes and left the room, upset that his father did nothing.

Guess that’s why people say they’re alike.

Just as he was walking to the library, Sana walked up to him.

“Your highness, her highness has woken up.”

Hearing this, he quickly ran to her room.

“Jongho…”

“______… how are you feeling?” He slowly walked to her bedside and caressed her cheek.

____ groaned in pain as she tried to sit up. Seeing her struggle, Jongho glared at the maids beside her to do something. Seeing his glaring eyes, the maids immediately went by her side and helped her sit up.

“Jongho…”

“It’s ok… I know everything.” He assured her.

“I told father about it.” He added.

_____’s face went from discomfort to fear. Her hands started shaking and she started panicking.

Jongho looked at her confused as the maids also showed fear on their faces, including Hikaru and Sana.

“No…no…no…” she started mumbling to herself.

Jongho looked at her then all the other maids, wondering why everyone was scared.

“Everyone leave. I need to speak with his highness alone.”

Everyone nodded and bowed before taking their leave.

“Are you insane?”

Jongho looked even more confused.

“No thank you for saving you?”

“No, I didn’t want to be saved. And you telling your father everything just made it worse. Everyone knew what was going on. Once the king confronts him, everyone could be killed. All the maids. Including Hikaru, Sana and even me. I could get killed. He won’t killed you because you’re his brother. He’ll never lay a hand on you knowing your father would disown him. YOU have protection. WE don’t.” _____ said worriedly.

Jongho then realised why everyone was so scared when they found out he had told the king. It was then he realised why Hikaru was so scared to be used as a witness. It was then he realised why Hikaru was so scared to tell the king. It was then he realised why everyone never told his father or mother anything.

“What…” he mumbled, face going white.

mine

pairing: yandere!San x fem!reader

themes: mentions of cheating, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking (?), light mentions of physical and mental abuse, angst, use of profanity, MDNI

wc: 2071 words  (might have gotten carried away)

a/n: sorry this took so long. This is not proofread yet, so apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I used Harin again because I couldn’t think of any new ones, i’m sorry.😞😞

As the door clicked open, a sleepy ____ woke up from the sofa. She looked up to see San, her boyfriend of almost 2 years, walking in, his shirt a mess and hair disheveled. 

“Where were you?” ____ asked coldly.

“I was at work.” 

____ did not believe him one bit. She stood up and walked towards him. As she walked closer, she smelled something. Perfume. Not anything she ever wore or anything San ever wore, not that he wears perfume. Taking a closer look, his crumpled shirt at a bright pink lipstick stain on its collar.

____ could not believe her eyes, she pulled the collar closer to get a better look. San stood there, angered. He still didn’t know that he was wrong, and with his tired state, he couldn’t help but get irritated at ____, he just wanted to sleep now.

“What do you want?” San asked with annoyance in his voice while pushing her away.

“Who?”

San looked at her confused, “huh?”

“Who did you sleep with?” ____ repeated.

“No one. What’s with you. I’m tired, can we talk about this tomorrow?” San replied as he started walking to the bathroom.

“No! You’ve been coming home late, looking like you just fucked someone all the damn time. And now that I caught you with evidence, you want to get irritated with me?!” _____ shouted, pissed at her boyfriend.

“I’m fucking tired ok?! I work all day and when I come back, you’re always busy. At least Harin gave me her attention.” He said while rolling his eyes, letting the name slip on accident.

____ took a step back, hands covering her mouth, “Ha-Harin?”

“Yeah, your beloved bestie.” San replied sarcastically.

A million thoughts went through ____’s head. 

When did it all start? Why? 

Does he still love me?

“Why? Do you still love me?” The question slipped.

San scoffed. “Love? With you, I haven’t felt that in a while with you.”

Tears welled up in ____’s eyes. 

“Then why stay with me? Go with her then. Let’s just end this shit. Fuck you.” _____ walked towards the table, taking the now cold soup, and splashed it all over San, eyes showing both sadness and anger. She then grabbed her things and left, slamming the door loudly.

San groaned at the mess, rolling his eyes, being annoyed at the mess that HE now has to clean.

Fucking annoying bitch. Thank god she’s gone.

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~ one week later ~ 

San regretted everything. From the day after he had woken up up to now. He regretted every single thing that happened that night. He had slept with Harin a few times and always thought that it was nothing more than just sex, however, after hearing their breakup, Harin immediately threw herself onto San. (some friend she is🙄🙄) After the breakup, spending time with Harin made San realise how much he actually still longed for ____. Realising his mistake, San immediately tried to win ____ back. 

After the events that night, ____ ran towards Harin’s house subconsciously. Seeing her house not far away, she suddenly slowed down. She remembered everything that happened and started running to the next person she knew she could trust, Hongjoong. He was her best friend from work and they were also close outside of work. Hongjoong had tried talking to ___ about his suspicions of Harin but ____ brushed it off. Now, ____ realised how dumb she was. After catching a cab, she called him, still holding in her tears.

Hongjoong took care of her for the next week. She was so depressed she couldn’t even get out of the guest room bed. She was so upset that she just called in sick for that week. Seeing her in that state, Hongjoong made sure to take care of all her needs and always be there for her. Over the week, she improved slightly, just enough to get out of bed and go to work, but not enough to socialise. 

~ operation win ___ back: day one ~

Work was finally over, ____ was tired. She was thankful for Hongjoong always being by her side whenever someone came up to talk to her. She had no energy to socialise and just wanted to work. 

As she left the office building, a familiar person walked up to her. ____ panicked and grabbed onto Hongjoong’s arm.

Seeing this, San’s veins popped. He still walked up to her to hand her a bouquet of her favourite flowers. Noticing _____’s facial expressions, Hongjoong pulled her behind him.

“Dude, she doesn’t want you here. Leave.” 

“This is none of your business. Stay out of this. Did she tell me to leave?” San replied rudely.

“Hongjoong, let’s just go.” ____ mumbled.

“San please leave.” She gathered her courage and looked him in the eye.

Hearing that, San felt defeated. He took the flowers and left.

~ day two ~

The same thing happened again. San waiting for ____ outside her office building, but this time, with her favourite snacks.

____ told him the same thing, despite how much she wanted to hug him and take him back. She knew Hongjoong would not approve and it was all for her own good. 

The week spent with Hongjoong made ____ realise how toxic her relationship with San had gotten over the past few months. Hongjoong helped her feel better and helped her understand that staying away from San was for her own good.

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This went on for months. San would always wait outside ____’s office building with some of her favourite things only to see her with Hongjoong happily and be rejected by her.

San started to get irritated. His efforts would always go to the trash or just be eaten. He started to get impatient. And one day he finally snapped.

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It was the same routine again, but this time, ____ had finished work late while Hongjoong had finished slightly earlier. However, Hongjoong decided to go back to the office to fetch ____. (what a good friend)

As usual, San was outside the office building holding ____’s favourite chocolates. He was wondering why she was taking so long, it was already 9:30, ____ normally ends work at 7:00.

As he stood at his usual corner waiting, he saw a familiar car pull up. Hongjoong stepped out of his car as ____ stepped out of the office building. San immediately grabbed her wrist. 

“____, enough is enough. Just come back.” He said, grabbing onto her wrist tighter, that would definitely leave a mark.

____ tried pulling her hand out of his grasp but to no avail, “San... Let me go.” She struggled. 

San then tried dragging her to his car, but was stopped by Hongjoong.

Hongjoong knew that San would be waiting for her and told her beforehand to wait inside and he would come to get her, ensuring her safety.

“Let her go man. You guys are done.” Hongjoong said, grabbing hold of your other wrist.

San’s eyes shifted. They showed anger, hatred and the look of murder. He let go of he hand, dropping the chocolate as well. San’s face darkened.

“Joong!! San, WHAT THE HELL?!?!” ____ screamed.

San’s fist collided with Hongjoong’s face and he fell. ____ quickly knelt down to help him. 

“What? Does he fuck you better?” 

____ couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“Are you insane? We BROKE UP! Fuck off San! Go to your beloved Harin.” ____ mocked, referencing his previous argument.

San ignored her and started to beat Hongjoong up. ____ was trying her best to pull her ex away from his friend.

“San! Enough!”

San turned around to face ____, his face showing nothing but insanity. He had lost his sanity over the past few months without her. As she was getting better, he was spiraling down to madness.

San grabbed her wrist tightly and the fallen chocolate and dragged her towards his car. He slammed her onto his car, caging her between his (strong) arms. 

“You’re MINE! You hear that slut. YOU agreed to the break up. I did not”

Looking past his shoulders, ____ saw Hongjoong trying to stand up. She wanted to go and help.

“Leave and I will make sure he never wakes up again.” San threatened.

____ Stood frozen in her spot. San smirked and planted a kiss and her cheek. 

“Now get in the car and we can get back to how we were. Ok, babe?”

___ nodded in fear, getting in the car. As San drove off, she made eye contact with Hongjoong and mouthed a ‘sorry’.

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“I’m sorry for the mess babe. I was a little upset when you left.”

The whole room was in a state of chaos, it looked like a hurricane caused it.

Suddenly, _____’s phone rang. She picked it up to see Hongjoong calling here. She wanted to pick it up, when from behind, San took her phone and broke it.

“I’ll get you a new one.” He said nonchalantly.

“Now...” He said lowly while walking towards her, a smirk plastered on his face.

Her back hit a wall and he pinned her to it. He began to kiss her neck and face. When he tried to kiss her lips, she turned her face. He forcefully turned fer face back and kissed her.

Breaking off the kiss, he planted a light kiss onto her cheek. 

“I’ll get your clothes ready. Go take a bath.” He said sweetly.

___ rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom. San did not like her attitude and pulled her towards him by the wrist.

“Listen here, I don’t like that snappy attitude you have there. Get. Rid. Of. It. Or your little friend will get it. Hear that?”

Not wanting Hongjoong to get hurt again because of her, she complied and thanked San before walking to the bathroom.

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The next day, Hongjoong found out ____ had quit. Or more like San forced her to quit. 

“I can pay for all our expenses baby. You can quit. I’ll give you a comfortable life.” 

It was more of a threat. ____ feared what San would do to her and Hongjoong if she didn’t comply, hence she quit her job.

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Ever since ____ was kidnapped, she would never be let out of the house. She must always be at home and if she wanted to go out, San must be there. Whenever San got home, he would show her love, while ____ would fake a smile and pretend to be affectionate. And whenever ____ were to act out of place, San would punish her, hit her with his belt, slap her, lock her in the room without food or water, kick her or punch her. Everyday before he left for work, he would remind her why Hongjoong never came to look for her.

“You’re nothing without me baby. Don’t forget, the only person that loves you is me. What happened to that pathetic friend of yours? He doesn’t care, he never tried to find you. Only I care about you.”

Eventually, ____ let his words get to her. She began to believe Hongjoong didn’t actually care for her. She thought only San cared for her.

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One day, when San returned home. He went to the kitchen to prepare the food he had bought when suddenly he felt someone hug him from behind. Said person hid her face into his back mumbling “I missed you”.

Seeing her actions, San was shocked. He turned around. Seeing her in drowning in his shirt and in her panties, San wanted to fuck her right there and then.

“This is something new. What’s wrong baby.” He hugged back.

____ nuzzled her face into his chest, “I just really missed you.”  

San thought he had finally won her back, but he was cautious. He wanted to test if he really had won her back.

“Hongjoong came to my office today.”

She didn’t seem to be bothered. She continued nuzzling her face into his chest.

“I don’t care about him.” ___ whined.

“I need to now.” She looked up at him with her doe eyes and a desperate look on her face.

Seeing her face, he proceeded to kiss her. Forgetting about dinner, they spent the whole night in their room having fun. San felt bliss seeing how desperate ____ was for him and his dick, both fucking like there was no tomorrow.

One thing was for sure, San had won. 

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader  

themes: royal au, angst, attempted suicide, physical abuse, a lot of blood, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 1279 words (i got a little carried away)

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction.

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

_____ wanted to bleed out. She hoped to just die. She leaned back on her cabinet, her breathing slowing down. Her vision started to blur and she started seeing stars.

I guess this is how it ends…

I’m tired…

She closed her eyes and sat there, waiting for death.

Just then she heard a whisper from the door, “your highness, I heard screaming from here just now. Is it ok if I come in?”

____ was too tired to reply.

Then the door slowly creaked open and a head popped in, “hello? Your highness.”

Then a second voice could be heard, “is she ok?”

That’s all she heard before her vision went black.

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It was Hikaru. She was walking past the hallway to the kitchen when she heard screaming. She had always been aware of the affair between San and Harin. The gossip from the other maids and her experience serving Harin for a few months prior to being assigned to ____. She was well aware of the situation ___ was going through and the abuse she would normally be put through. However, she was too scared to speak out to Jongho or any of the Royal family in fear of her own family being in possible danger, so she kept her mouth shut.

When she heard the screaming, she hid behind a wall. She heard a door open and she tilted her head out to take a peek. When she saw a bloodied ____ being dragged across the floor by San, her eyes widened in shock and her face was drained of any colour. She covered her mouth as she continued looking at how San just threw ____ on the floor before heading back to his own room. She then leaned back against the wall as San turned to her direction. Afraid of being seen, she quickly ran back the direction she came from. 

She let what she saw settle in. Sure, she had seen the effects of San and Harin’s abuse, but she never saw blood. But what she saw just now convinced her that she had to do something. A bloodied and half conscious ____ being dragged by her husband by the hair. She could only think of one person that she could tell.

Over the past years that _____ and Hikaru became friends, they also grew close to the second prince, Jongho. Hikaru was aware of the friendship between the 2 and decided that she would tell him. 

She slowly walked back and took a peek, making sure San was back in his room, before running to the library, where she was certain, would be where she would find the second prince.

As she reached the library, she pushed open the door and called for Jongho, “your highness.”

As she was catching her breath, Jongho popped up from behind a shelf to find the source of the noise.

Warning bells rang in his head as he saw a panting and frantic Hikaru. He quickly rushed to her side. “Hikaru, what happened? Is the palace on fire? Did something happen to my father or mother?” 

“____” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

“What?” 

“I saw ____ being dragged by your brother out from his own room to her room.” Hikaru explained everything from the start, from the part when the abuse started till what she had seen.

Jongho’s face went from worry to mortification. He had no idea his brother had hurt ____. Yes, he was aware of the affair going on behind ____’s back, but he was never aware of the abuse happening.

When Hikaru had explained everything, they decided to go to _____’s room to check on her.

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When they both entered the room, their mouths dropped. They stood in shock. In front of them an unconscious _____ in a pool of her own blood. The carpet was so soaked with blood that it still had a layer of blood on top of it. 

After a few seconds, the initial shock settled and they rushed to ____’s side, trying to wake her up.

“Hikaru, go call the royal medic now,” Jongho instructed.

Hikaru nodded before running to the medic’s office.

Soon, Hikaru and Sana came running in as quietly as possible, not trying to alert the people(monsters) next door. 

Sana was the best medic in the whole of Wonderland. She was known for finding cures for the rarest illness and healing injuries in record time, restoring anyone back to full health in less than a month. 

Sana quickly did what she could to treat ____ afraid of what the king, San, might do.

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_____ laid unconscious on her bed. The area where she sat still had a pool of blood and a group of maids were cleaning it up. None of the royal family had been alerted of the issue except Jongho. 

Hikaru stood by ___’s side, holding back her tears. Jongho sat beside her, staring at ___’s pale unconscious face as Sana was still taking care of ___.

Once the maids had finished cleaning, Jongho had instructed them to leave quietly.

“What’s her condition?” Jongho asked.

“She's stable for now. She’s out of danger but her mental health is at risk. I advise you to tell the king about the affair.” Sana replied.

Jongho looked at her with wide eyes, “even YOU are aware of the affair?”

“Not just the affair, the abuse as well. Ms Lee always came to me for medicine and those bruises never looked like an accident. One day, I overheard everything his highness and Ms Goo were discussing. I was going to tell the king myself, however, San had threatened me with my family and I could not risk it. So I had no choice. Sorry, your highness.” Sana explained.

Jongho dismissed Sana and continued to stare at ____. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had he been oblivious all this time? He always looked up to his brother. Sure, he never liked how he was spoiled, but San had always helped him when he was facing any sort of trouble and he always thought of his brother as an amazing person. Seeing this side of him made him sick to his stomach. 

“Let’s leave her to rest. See me in my room tomorrow morning. We’ll discuss what to tell the king. And make sure all the maids that were here keep their mouths shut. I want not a word out.” emphasising that he wanted no gossip flying around.

Hikaru nodded and bowed before leaving.

Jongho stood up, walking towards the door. Taking one last look at ____, he shut the door. When he was outside her room, he looked over to his brother’s room door. Why? How could he hurt such an amazing person? Why did he do this? Why ____? Why Harin? Questions filled his head. But he turned around and walked back to his room. He was too tired and scared to confront his older brother, despite being physically stronger, so he decided to just leave his questions unanswered. 

What he was sure of was that he wanted revenge. These past few years, he realised how much his brother had changed. The incident had opened his eyes. He had seen what his brother had become. As he grew closer to ____ and drifted from his brother, he wanted revenge. He was angry. He wanted his older brother to suffer. That was the night, he lost all respect for his brother, despite him being king. He wanted to overthrow his brother, but mistreating the queen and infidelity were considered nothing in the eyes of his father. He was at a loss.

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader  

themes: royal au, angst, attempted suicide, physical abuse, a lot of blood, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 404 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction.

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

No one outside the castle, except San's parents, knew what was going on. Everyone assumed that San and ____ were happily married. Not even Chaeryeong nor Xiaoting knew anything. ___ was too scared to say anything to anyone, being afraid of what San and Harin were capable of and now that San was king, she was more scared. 

Living with San for 3 years was a nightmare. Every night for the past year, she could hear the things going on in San’s room, having her room next to his. If they were not at it, they would be torturing her. Whenever San or Harin had a bad day, the 2 of them would team up to beat her. ___ would always end up crying by herself on her bed, body in pain. She would always tend to the wounds herself and every morning, she would wake up early to cover the marks.

Over time, ____ started feeling helpless, she was always in a state of depression and fear. She wouldn’t leave her room unless San or Harin called for her. She was scared to disobey. She felt depressed. She spent most of her time crying and hardly ate anything. 

One specific night, Harin suggested using a weapon to add to the torture. So, San drew out his sword and slit her arms. The cuts left were deep enough to draw blood… A LOT of blood, it kept flowing out and it left a searing pain in her arms. She screamed in agony as more and more blood dribbled down her arm. San picked her up by the same arm making her scream in pain.

“Shut the fuck up, fucking bitch” he warned in a threatening tone before throwing her on the floor.

“Sannie, enough…” Harin whined from San’s bed.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I need you now..” She continued whining.

“Ok sweetie,” San replied to her with a smile.

Making sure no one was outside, San dragged ____ to her room. Making sure not to leave a trail of blood, he threw her on the floor before slamming the door shut. For a while, she sat on the floor crying and crying blood still dribbling down her arm, staining the once perfect white carpet.

Then an idea came into her head. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take the abuse. She was tired and she just wanted to sleep… forever…

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, missing family, threats, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 317 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction. 

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3.5

Over the past 7 years, San and Harin would always meet up behind everyone’s back, thinking no one knew of their secret meetings. Harin would always go to the palace to visit San so as to not raise suspicion from her step-father, and the king and queen were too busy to care about how often Harin would visit. ___, however, was well aware of these secret meetings and the blossoming relationship between the 2. She would just always act oblivious just to trick herself to spare her heart. That was up till 3 years ago, when ____ was forced to move into the palace as she was already 16. This made her even more aware of the things going on in the relationship. The maids would always look at her, sometimes with pity, while other times they would sneer and snicke as they walked past her, gossiping about the relationship between their prince and her step-sister. For the past 3 years, ___ had not gone back home. She hardly ever saw her father, Chaeryeong or Xiaoting. She wasn’t allowed to leave the palace without San. However, over those years, she made a new friend and they grew to be very close. Ezaki Hikaru, her personal maid. Hikaru was much younger than ____. She came from a neighbouring country and her family suffered financially hence she started working in the palace to earn money to support her family. ___ and Hikaru got really close with Jongho as well. Whenever ___  had free time, she would invite Hikaru and Jongho to the library to chat and catch up. Jongho was the only person in touch with ___’s family and always updated her on any news from her family and friends. Like when Chaeryeong had fallen down a flight of stairs while chasing a butterfly but had recovered, or just how much her father, Chaeryeong and Xiaoting were missing her.

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: abuse, infidelity, reader is very good at hiding her emotions :)

wc: 517 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. !!There will be mentions of abuse and infidelity in this chapter, I do not support any of these!!

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Author pov

7 years later, ____ is 20, San is 21

At the palace

“Let’s all congratulate the newly wedded couple and the reign of a new king!” The previous king announced.

There, in front of the whole country, stood ____ and San, the new king and queen of wonderland, seemingly happily married.

Walking back in, ____ saw Xiaoting and Chaeryeong together. She wanted to talk to them and finally catch up after so long when San held her arm tightly. 

“Remember, don’t speak a word about last night.” He threatened, then let her arm and walked out of the dining hall, most likely to see Harin again.

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Last night

“WHY MUST I GET MARRIED TO YOU?!?” San yelled, throwing random things towards ___’s direction.

____ was on the floor, in her nightgown, body bruised and bleeding from San’s abuse. 

Just then, Harin walked in. 

“Sannie, what’s going on?” 

San looked up to her and went to hug and kiss her. 

“Nothing much love, just dealing with some stuff.” San said as he looked at ____ with disgust.

Harin went up to her and kicked her. “Why didn’t you invite me to play?” she asked in her sickening high-toned fake voice.

This went on for the next few hours. They kept beating her and pulling her hair, torturing and abusing her. 

She never wanted this. She wanted to leave the marriage, however leaving the marriage will result in her family being exiled from the kingdom and her father possibly executed.

End of flashback

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____ walked towards Xiaoting and Chaeryeong. 

“There my little baby is. Oh, I can’t believe you’re getting married. My little baby grows up so fast.” Xiaoting says as she wipes off a fake tear.

“Oh stop being so dramatic,” Chaeryeong said, lightly hitting Xiaoting’s shoulder.

“Anyway, how are you? I haven’t seen you in so long. Is he treating you right/ Is he still seeing that bitch? Speaking of him, where is he? What kind of man leaves their wife right after their marriage ceremony? Chaeryeong bombarded _____ with questions

“Yes, he’s treating me well. No, he hasn’t been seeing Harin and lastly I have no idea where he is.” ____ lied with a smile.

Both girls seem to believe it, seeing that their faces showed the look of joy towards their youngest friend having married prince Choi and becoming queen.

Did ____ feel bad lying to the 2 people she trusts the most? Yes, absolutely. But it was the only way ____ could think of to keep them out of her problem, to keep them unaware. If they knew, ____ was afraid of what San might do to them.

The 3 of them continued their conversation, it was more like Chaeryeong and Xiaoting were the ones talking. ____ stood there in silence just listening to them, she managed to hide her feelings well since her smile looked so genuine. After all, she had managed to keep that facade for more than 5 years. However, she kept silent as she felt that if she were to open her mouth, she might break down crying. 

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: angst

wc: 679 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. 

a/n: this is not proofread yet so I’m sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes 😭😭 . ENJOY!!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔

_____’s pov

After dinner, San and Harin left by themselves to god knows where and the adults were still chatting.

“Hey, where did San go?” a voice beside me asked.

I turned to look at the person, “I saw him leaving with Harin.” I replied.

Jongho gave me a confused look. “ok…”

“Let’s just walk around! I’m bored.” Chaeryeong whined.

We took our leave and started wandering around the palace, then Jongho suggested the Gazebo.

“It’s pretty chilly so it’s actually very relaxing. I go there a lot to take a breather, you know, being a prince is kinda stressful” Jongho explained.

Chaeryeong nodded in agreement, “seems like it. Your eyebags are horribly obvious.”

Upon reaching the Gazebo, Chaeryeong suddenly voiced out, “hey, ____, did you realise anything weird about San just now? He kept only looking at that bitch.” 

“Yeah, I noticed that too. What’s up with that?” Jongho added on.

It’s probably nothing. Maybe they’re just getting to know each other. Right?

I just shrugged my shoulders, acting confused. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions prematurely. But maybe, just maybe, my gut feeling was right.

After chatting for a while, the 3 of us got tired and decided to end the night there.

“Goodnight!” Jongho bowed.

We bowed back and headed towards our rooms. Jongho’s room was at the other side of the palace while mine and Chaeryeong’s rooms were side by side.

After cleaning up, I was still bothered by my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk around the palace to clear my mind a little. As I turned the corner, I saw San and Harin. I quickly hid behind a pillar. I was curious what was going on between them, after all they had just met today, isn’t this a little weird? Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to take a look at what was going on. 

What I saw broke my heart to pieces. I should’ve just left them alone, being oblivious is better than being heart broken after all. 

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San took Harin’s hand and gave it a kiss. “I’ll see you soon milady.” 

Her face was tinted with a light shade of red. “Let me take you to your room,” he suggested.

Harin nodded, face still a burning shade of red, “thank you, your highness.”

“Please, just call me San”

As they headed towards Harin’s room, I quietly followed them. San gave Harin another quick kiss on the back of her hand again before wishing her goodnight again then leaving.

After following San for a while, I decided to pretend to accidentally bump into him.

“Hey San, what a coincidence seeing you out here, do you wanna go to the gazebo together, I can’t sleep.” I asked.

“Sorry ____, I’m tired. I’m gonna go to my room now. Take care. And please stop calling me San, it’s your highness. We aren’t that close anymore.” He said to me in a cold voice, showing me his emotionless eyes, before turning his back to me and heading to his room.

My heart clenched at his reaction, but I just smiled and bowed to him, before walking back to my room.

Did he really like Harin? Why could Harin call him San and not me? Why? Why her of all people?

I mentally slapped myself. 

It’s not nice to think of someone like that. ____, that’s mean.

I shook off all my thoughts and quickly just walked back to my room.

The next morning we had to go back.

At the front of the palace, Papa and Ms Goo were still talking to the king and queen, and Chaeryeong was still talking to Jongho. I looked over to San and he never even bat an eyelash towards my direction. The whole morning his eyes were glued on Harin and her eyes were also glued on him.

Perhaps this was when it all came falling down and my gut feeling was right.

I sigh before quietly picking up my things and walking to the carriage, letting my thoughts consume me.

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hiii!! just letting you know that i love your works especially your story idea of yandere!san and tbh i would'nt mind if you continue to write a full story of it. bcs why not? hehee. that's all, no pressure, stay hydrated and stay safee<3 -🍄

im new and i just found this💀💀

yeah i have the overall story line out, so maybe soon.

sorry for not seeing this. i think im just blind 😭😭

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

 synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, romance, kidnapping, horrible parents, bullying, abuse, cursing

wc: 522 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. ENJOY!!

a/n: hi, this is my first time writing these types of stories, so i’m sorry for any errors are things that don’t make sense. sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes. (not proofread yet)

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______’s POV

“We’ll be having dinner with the royal family tonight _____, so wear that dress that you recently got.” Papa instructed.

“Why?” I whined.

“No questions young lady, you know why.” Papa said sternly before walking away.

After Papa left, I dragged my feet to the garden to tell Chaeryeong. The garden was our safe space. Mama used to always play with us here. I miss Mama...

“Chaeryeeeoooong” I whined.

She turned around and playfully glared at me for disturbing her peace.

“Did Papa tell you we’re going to have dinner with the royal family tonight?”

She nodded, “yeah, and the Goos are coming along. ugh! I can stand another moment in the same room as those 2 annoying ass fuckers.”

I gasped, “don’t say that,” I hit her shoulder.

After chatting for a while, we headed back into the castle to get ready.

“Hah, look who’s here,” a voice mocked.

I saw Chaeryeong roll her eyes.

 “Ugh I seriously can’t stand her. I just wanna slap her across her damn face.”

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At the royal palace

“Good evening your highnesses” we greeted.

“Oh, you’re all here on time. Wonderful.” The Queen said cheerfully.

“Dinner has already been set up. Come. Follow me.”

“I can’t believe she’s marrying the prince mom, I want the prince”

“You’re prettier than her, do you see her dress? The prince will definitely change his mind.”

Hearing their conversation really made me doubt myself.

‘Was my dress really that ugly? Was the prince really change his mind?’

A million thoughts were running in my head. I love him, and he loves me. Right? He said he did.

Flashback to 3 years ago

10-year-old ____ and 11-year-old San were playing in the castle’s garden

“Hey, San.” I called out.

He turned to look at me.

“Do you really wanna spend your entire life with me in the future?” I asked innocently.

“Of course! I love you. Why wouldn’t I wanna sped my entire future with the person I love.” He said as he cupped my face.

We giggled and continued playing about till sunset.

He said those 3 words to me when I was 10. Was it maybe too soon?

End of flashback

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As I walked into the dining hall, I saw San. I smiled at him, but he was staring at something else. He seems to be in awe as his facial expression showed pure shock. I followed his line of vision and saw he was looking at Harin. Is this real? 

We all took our seats, I sat between Chaeryeong and Papa. I glanced at San. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off Harin. He was staring and blushing.

Papa, Ms Goo, her highness and his highness were talking amongst themselves. Jongho and Chaeryeong were also talking amongst themselves. I looked at San again. He was whispering something in Harin’s ear and they giggled, Harin even blushing. They kept talking to each other. Their eyes never left each other. They looked so in love, and they only met for the first time.

With a heavy heart, I ate in silence.

The nightmare was just getting started.

masterlist

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, romance, kidnapping, horrible parents, tba

wc: 231 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. ENJOY!!

   𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Lee family’s backstory

The Lee family was a happy family. Mr Lee was the king’s advisor, the breadwinner of the family so to say. Despite his busy schedule, he always managed to find time to be a part of his children’s lives. He always made sure to be there for any and all events, their birthdays etc. Mrs Lee was a very caring mother who always took care of the kids. They were a very tight knit family. Mrs Lee was the best mother any child could ask for. They were a very happy family, until that fateful day.

Mrs Lee suddenly fainted. Doctors from all over the kingdom, even from neighboring kingdoms, could not find what was wrong. It was until that fateful day, a day after _____’s 3rd birthday that Mrs Lee finally passed.

Despite this, Mr Lee was still always present in his daughters’ lives. Chaeryeong was forced to grow up faster than she should to take care of her younger sister, ______. 

“Papa, when’s Mama coming back?” 

Hearing 3-year-old ____ say that broke his heart. He could not bare to tell her anything.

“Mama will be back soon...”

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A few years later, when _____ was 13, Mr Lee had remarried. He married Ms Goo and Ms Goo had a daughter. Goo Harin. To say their lives changed, was an understatement. Their lives became a living hell.

masterlist

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

 synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, romance, kidnapping, horrible parents, tba

wc: 238 words

warnings: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. ENJOY!!

character info:

Choi San

only child of the current rulers

arranged marriage with _____ since young

1 year older than ____

ignorant 

self-absorbed

heir to the throne of wonderland

Choi Jongho

same age as ____

nicer brother

loyal

stronger than San in terms of physicality and academics

very close with Lee siblings as well

well-liked among the people of wonderland

disliked by Mrs Lee/Goo (____’s step-mom) 

he would’ve been the best suited to be the next crowned prince if he wasn’t younger

Lee ______

father is the royal advisor of the king

mother passed away when she was 3

has a younger step-sister (Harin) and an older biological sister

very nice and caring

optimistic

shy

Lee Chaeryeong

___’s older sister

close relation with ____

hates step-mother and step-sister (Harin)

head strong

independent

1 year older than _____ (same age as San)

also in an arranged marriage with another kingdom’s youngest prince, Hyunjin 

Note: this is not a ship, I could only think of Hyunjin in this situation.

Goo Harin

spoiled

mean

hates Chaeryeong and ____

2 years younger than ____ (3 years younger than San)

narcist

selfish

Mr Lee (____ and Chaeryeong’s biological father)

very nice man

very caring father

cares a lot about his family 

Shen Xiaoting

____ and Chaeryeong’s childhood best friend

neighboring kingdom’s oldest, Aurora

also very independent

1 year older than Chaeryeong (2 years older than ____)

has very nice parents

Jeong Yunho

most wanted thief of wonderland

more information: unknown

please let me know if I’m missing anything

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape? 

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: royal au, angst, romance, kidnapping, horrible parents, tba

wc: 4847 words

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chapters:

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prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter 3.5

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

The Places Between Us: The Naga King (OT8 X Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Reader, Ateez x Reader

Word Count: 9k

Genre: Smut, angst, slight fluff | AU: fantasy!au

Summary: After her boat crashes, YN lands on the Naga inhabited Caper Islands. She's immediately taken to The King who is more than interested in Lord Kim's "special gift".

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome, orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Prologue: The Curse < | > Part 2: The Dragon Prince

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“-How did it get here?”

“Must’ve crashed. Wonwoo said he and the others found a shipwreck not too far down the beach. There’d been another one, but it was already dead.”

“What do we do with this one then? Kill it?”

“No, this one’s female. Tie it up and take it to His Majesty. Maybe he'll like it and give us whatever we want.” 

Every muscle in your body ached. Your throat itched and burned in each swallow, and your head pounded. Everything felt heavy: your head, your body, and your clothes. They’d been soaked through, and hardly dried even in the blaring sun. Four hands grabbed your wrists and ankles, wrapping thin rope around them before lifting you from the rough sand. The stick they hung you from made your body curve, hurting your already burning back. It was in this position that sticky, hot bile rushed through your throat and onto the floor. The salty water that had filled your lungs came out in harsh coughs that hurt your esophagus more. 

“Ugh, ew!” The higher of the two voices groaned, “Chan, it’s vomiting!”

“It’s just sea water, Innie,” the one up front replied in a bored voice, “It probably swallowed it when the boat went over. Just keep walking.” 

You didn’t hear footsteps. Instead, you heard the sound of something being dragged through the sand. You finished coughing up the sea water, which left you with a painful thirst. The salt dried up your tongue and mouth, so now it hung open in each breath. Unfortunately, some of it dripped onto your necklace which somehow survived the wreck. Then, a panicked thought hit you. The runestone. Lord Kim’s gift. In the chaos of the night, you’d forgotten to grab it. It’s likely at the bottom of the ocean by now. How would you convince The Dark Lord to help you now?

“It’s pretty,” “Innie” said conversationally. “Do you think he’ll keep it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Can we keep it if he doesn’t?”

“No.”

“Chan, please!”

“I said ‘no’. You’re not responsible enough yet.”

“Yes, I am! I’ll take good care of it, I promise!”

“That’s what you said about the last one I bought you, and look what happened. The thing died after you stopped feeding it.”

“I won’t do that this time. I learned from my mistakes-”

The faint memory of your dream came back to you. It featured Hongjoong. You knew this because of the warm feeling in your chest. His head between your thighs, he’d said something. You wished you remembered. It might bring comfort to you now. 

You tuned out the conversation and tried looking at your surroundings. The trunks of palm trees, low, dense shrubbery and white sand gave you a sense of where you’d landed. You lifted your head forward to see a long blue tail dragging across the ground in front of you. It reminded you of a snake in how it moved from side to side, the fanned membrane sharp and thin in a neon-blue color. The suggestion of a dagger attached to the waist came into view, and you saw the shimmering scales going up the back into fair-skinned flesh. A Naga. 

Hongjoong once told you about the Naga of the Caper Islands. A small cluster of white, sandy islands, they were located in the far south of the kingdom where the sun always shined. He said the Naga people were quite primitive, but very skillful with magic. You recalled the gorgeous scaled skirt he’d bought from their market. It was magenta with a light pink and white gradient. You’d worn it with a gold top that made him drool. He’d promised he’d bring you here one day when things were ‘safer’. 

“-Hey, Chan! Hey, Jeongin!” A deep voice said in the distance, “Whatcha got there?”

“A human,” Chan answered. “We’ve brought it for His Majesty.” 

“Let me get a look.”

A lime-green and red tail slithered over, and you felt a pair of eyes surveying you. You wriggled when a hand started gripping your calves and arms. 

“Hm, it’s in good condition,” the third person deemed. “Where’d you find it?”

“On the beach near a shipwreck,” Chan answered. “We know King Seonghwa likes the females, and-you know-perfect opportunity to get in good with him.”

“Very,” he agreed. “He’s getting bored of that redheaded one. I think he might toss it soon.”

“He can give it to me!” Jeongin cried. “I don’t mind strays!”

“I already said ‘no’, Jeongin,” Chan replied sternly. “So, can we go in or what, Lixie?”

“You can go in,” he said. “He's hosting today, so he’s in a pretty good mood.” 

The creaking sound of doors opening came next, and the pair carried you past stone gates. The forest changed into a city of buildings made of stone and coral. Tails of different colors and lengths moved across the floor, and you got a better look at the “people”. Half human, half-snake, some of them stopped to watch you be carried through town. Their sharp teeth and claws intimidated you. You wished Hongjoong was with you. He wouldn’t be scared of them. 

“State your business,” a voice said ahead again. 

“We have a gift for His Majesty,” Chan answered. “A treasure from a nearby shipwreck.”

Once again, someone inspected you like livestock. They gave a soft grunt, and you were moved along. Chan and Jeongin carried you upstairs and into an open-roofed palace. Sunshine poured from in between the tall stone columns, burning the back of your neck and hair. As you drew closer to your destination, you heard music coming from behind a door. You knew a party when you heard one, and dread weighed you down further. The upbeat tempo of drums accompanied a female singer, who sang a high pitched foreign song. You could see flashes of color go by you as the two men took you through the party. The chattering crowd brought on visions of what could possibly happen to you. 

The thoughts were tantalizing. 

‘Oh, they certainly can be. Seonghwa might be a bit intimidating at first, but he’ll be gentle with you. Don’t fight it.’ 

You searched around for the speaker, but neither Chan or Jeongin had spoken. 

“What do you want? What is this?” A female voice said. 

“We have treasure for King Seonghwa,” Chan answered her. 

“Treasure, hm?” She studied you as the others had done. This time a hand squeezed your breast, and it sent shivers to your core. “Yes, very nice,” she hummed as her hand went down the curve of your back to your coat. She lifted it to reveal your ass. “Nice indeed. It's certainly nicer than the current one. I believe His Majesty will be pleased with your treasure. Wait here.”

As you waited, you noticed someone twirl by you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a red haired woman dancing. She wore nothing but strings of pearls, golden cuffs and a pearl collar around her neck. When she spun around, you spotted a red brand in the shape of an octopus over a long trident. She was meant to be an erotic beauty that inspired desire. You knew because you'd been that yourself. You didn't think much of her until she bowed low in one move and met your eyes. The seductiveness she meant to exude vanished and was replaced by fear. 

“Myra tells me you've brought treasure?” His voice was smooth like butter, deep yet soft. 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Chan said. “We brought it from the wreckage on the beach. We thought you may be interested in it.”

There was a pause, then he said, “Well? Aren't you going to untie it?”

“Ah yes! Yes, of-of course.”

Jeongin and Chan cut your bindings and you fell face first onto the ground. All the soreness from before amplified after being tied up, making your body stiff and heavy. When you did not get up right away, the two men scooped you up by the arms to keep you between them. Then you saw King Seonghwa. 

The figure in front of you certainly radiated the regal appearance of a king. He sat on a stone throne inlaid with gold, his white tail reaching down to the bottom landing. Short conch shells spiraled up from the golden crown on his head, rows of pearls and sapphires along the border; they matched his long necklaces and bracelets. It wasn’t until you got a better look that you noticed his arms. He had four of them. The pair on his shoulders kept his hands pressed together under his chin; the pair at his sides stayed on the arm rests of his throne. His appearance took you aback, and you found yourself drawn to him. 

“Hm,” The King observed you from afar, glowing aquamarine eyes staring down at you, “Interesting.” 

He stood up from his throne, and slithered over to you. He could easily overpower you with his size: two or three feet taller with longer limbs and broader shoulders. The image of him using this to his advantage flickered arousal. 

A large hand cupped your chin to lift your head. “This one is nice looking. It'll be an improvement over Talissa.”

He stared down at your body. You shuddered under his gaze, already sensing what ran through his mind. Long fingers trailed from your chin to your neck, then to your chest. He then stopped at your necklace. It’d fallen out of your shirt and coat, and now rested on your breast. His fingertip traced the moonstone, a small pang of panic hidden behind his eyes. 

“Where did you get this?” he asked. 

“It was a gift,” you replied. 

“From who?”

“A friend.”

Seonghwa seemed to know without knowing. He studied the crystal while his other two arms worked on you. They sailed down your sides where they gently gripped your hips. Goosebumps cover your skin at the light, delicate touches; the chills streamed down to your center where a specific heat radiated. The mark began burning slightly as he continued looking and touching. He’d find your mark with a few rips of your clothes. If you’re lucky, he has no idea what it means and thinks it’s a sort of slave brand. If you’re unlucky, he knows exactly what it is and takes advantage of it. 

Seonghwa took hold of your shirt, and with an easy rip, tore it open. Buttons popped off onto the floor, and your body became exposed to the crowd around you. He pulled at it until it turned into shreds on the floor, then his other hands did the same with your shorts. At home, you’d stood half-naked in front of crowds many times, but here it felt different. The men at home vied for your attention, throwing money and wanting a taste of you. Here, the creatures around you hissed and chuckled in amusement. Chan and Jeongin stared longingly at your body, but Seonghwa seemed unaffected. 

“Is it not to your liking, Your Majesty?” Chan asked, gulping thickly. 

No answer. Seonghwa moved slowly around you, and you gasped when he tugged off your bra. Your breasts out in the open, your clit throbbed as wind brushed the wet nipples. Jeongin stared with wide eyes and jaw agape, unable to look anywhere else. The guards on either side of the throne did very little to hide their interest. Their wandering eyes brought on both disgust and desire. You wanted to hide, but also tempt them. You wriggled around when two hands hooked on your underwear, roughly pulling them down your legs until they came off. Fully nude, your cheeks burned as the guests cackled and wolf-whistled. 

“Lovely,” a hand grasped your backside, massaging the flesh and giving it a smack. You suppress a moan. “Ah…what’s this?” His fingertip traced the hand-shaped mark on your lower back. It didn't burn like it's done before, but a sort of discomfort came with it. “The Sea God truly blessed me today.” Seonghwa, so much taller than you, bent down to your ear as he said, “What are the odds that one of Lord Kim’s slaves would wash up on my shore?” The question made the crowd around him chuckle. “I wonder if he’s sent you ahead as a gift. He knows how much I favor your kind.” He nuzzled your ear and said, Do you know what happens if you don’t soothe those delicious desires of yours?” 

“Yes…”

“What happens?”

“I lose my mind.”

“Yes, you would,” he said, gripping your breasts to hear you whimper. “You’d become a mindless sex slave…It’s all you will think about…It’s all you will want no matter the time or place,” he emphasized this by running his bottom arms to your hips. He brushed his lips to your neck, “Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

No, it did not. You’d lose all sense of yourself and your freedom. The image of you becoming a drooling, blank-faced zombie sent chills down your spine. His two other hands started grabbing your ass again, kneading and spreading it gently. His touch stoked the fire between your thighs. You clenched them together, humiliation burning in your cheeks. The creatures around you looked on as he touched you, smirking smugly as they watched their king seduce you. 

“You'll become Lord Kim's personal fuck slave,” he whispered in your ear, making sure nobody else heard him. “You'd bend to his will and fuck whoever he tells you to. He won't mind if I indulge myself a little.”

“Wait…I thought I just turned into a mindless zombie? What do you mean by that?”

“Well, angelfish, this is Lord Kim’s mark after all. It means you’re his slave. When your curse takes over, you’ll only obey him. I imagine that’s why he sent you to me,” he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Oh, I must thank him greatly when I see him again. You are perfect. Perhaps I can convince him to let me keep you.” 

“No way. I’m not going to be your slave.”

“Adorable,” he grinned, kissing your cheek. “Captain,” Seonghwa called to a creature in gold and white, “Take Talissa. I won’t be needing her anymore.” 

“Wha-Wait!” Talissa screamed as the Captain and two guards moved past you. “No, no, please! Wait! Don’t do this! Please!” 

You whimpered when a hand left your chest for your sex. Seonghwa carefully rubbed your smooth lips in light circles. He didn’t apply too much pressure or dip his fingers inside; he only idly touched. You couldn’t help wriggling in his arms. Behind you, the dragging sound of stone reached your ears, followed by the guests’ excited cheers. Talissa let out a horrified scream, pleading with the people holding her. Her chains rattled, no doubt restricting her movement. You imagined her heavy tears, the terror filling her insides as the guards led to her fate. Seonghwa did not hesitate to finally turn you to face the center of the room. 

“Talissa was beginning to bore me,” he said, still massaging various parts of you. “She’d lay there like a dead fish whenever I fucked her, barely reacting and weeping. I hate that. It’s like playing with a sick pet. It’s no fun,” he pressed his lips to your neck, licking the curve tenderly before saying, “I want to show you what happens to pets who bore me.”

The floor in the middle opened up to reveal a pool of crystal clear water. You didn’t see anything at first. You thought perhaps Talissa’s restraints might weigh her down and she’d drown. But, then the thing appeared. Through a hole in the bottom, the monstrous pink octopus swam to the top, its tentacles at least sixty feet and the thickness of tree trunks. Its eyes, pitch black and the size of boulders, stared at her angrily. Talissa, drained of color and squirming, screamed as the guards brought her to the pool’s edge. They threw her in without hesitation, watching in delight as she tried swimming from the long tentacles reaching for her. You could barely focus with Seonghwa still touching and kissing you. Talissa reached the side of the large pool, and tried climbing out before a guard thrusted her back inside. 

The octopus eventually grabbed Talissa, and you turned away. Yet, that seemed to only make it worse. The girl's high shrieks created brutal images in your mind: Limbs torn apart, innards spraying everywhere and blood staining the clear water as the beast devoured her. The crowd cheered in delight as the creature clearly won its meal. The smell of sea water and blood almost took you out of your desires, but Seonghwa easily brought them back. 

“Good pets get pretty jewels and treats,” he said, “Bad pets get thrown to Nessa. But,” he switched sides, sucking your lower neck until you arched against him, “I have a feeling I’ll never be bored with you. Come,” he pulled away, one hand taking yours, “Show me if you’re worth keeping around.” 

You thought he might take you to a private room, but nowhere in this palace appeared very private. Seonghwa brought you to his throne, where he put you on your knees. Glowing eyes lustfully stared down at you, petting your hair and tracing your lower jaw. Forced to straddle his tail, you naturally started grinding on the smooth scales bumping your throbbing cunt. His lower arms continued teasing your breasts, while the other two felt your back and shoulders. 

“Open up, pet,” he said. 

Lifting the fishnet covering his waist, he revealed a bump growing through a natural slit where a crotch might be. Seonghwa brought your face to it by the back of your head. The pressure forced your mouth to accept the velvety bulge rising from the hole. Salt touched your tongue, and rather than recoil, you greedily licked at it. The promise of sex fueled the burning arousal between your thighs. The feel of his tip pushing through to your lips becomes addicting. You lap at the curved head, swirling your tongue around it as The King softly groaned. His moans sent chills up your spine; the touch of his hands on your body tickled every nerve. You tenderly coaxed his dick out from its hiding place, wanting it however you could get it. When it came out halfway, you saw the pale blue shaft with its ridges and bumps. He was thick, unable to be held with one hand, and much longer than you anticipated. Tongue whirling around each bump and sliding along the horizontal lines, you knew Seonghwa enjoyed it by his low moans. 

“God, you're a natural,” he groaned, watching you. “I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when it fully takes hold. He won’t want you then. He’ll have to give you to me…” 

‘Keep dreaming, fish boy.’ The voice in your head said spitefully. 

Simply having him in your hands accelerated your need. Your hips rocked into the tail underneath you, producing mewls that vibrated against the soft skin. The burning mark You let the moans hum against the hard length, keeping the tip in your mouth as both hands worked the rest of him. It drove normal human men crazy, and it seemed to work on sea creatures too. 

“Look at it go!” Someone nearby laughed. “It's loving it, Your Majesty.”

“As it should,” he groaned. He shoved himself in your mouth another inch, smirking when you cried out. “It'll be my mindless little toy,” he grunted, pushing you further until he was halfway inside. He filled your mouth completely, making it difficult to breathe. “My dumb, pretty pet…”

“It will make a fantastic pet indeed, Your Majesty,” the person agreed. “It already takes you so well.”

“And aches for my touch,” he added, pushing in and out of your mouth. Your hands stayed on the rest of his shaft, remaining still to let him slide between them. “It rubs against me like a bitch in heat; that little hole desperate for friction. God, I love human girls,” his head tilted back as he picked up speed, using hands and mouth freely. “They have those little bodies; that extra hole for me to fuck; smooth mouths and throats…Why couldn’t Naga be made in such a way?”

“The Sea God made us in their image, sir.”

“Insufficient image,” he growled. “But, no matter,” his breathing became heavier, and you felt his tail swish against you, “It’s-It's perfect. It will be even more once her curse takes hold, and will pleasure you much more than your last pet.”

With his tail rubbing into you, you held onto his cock tighter when your orgasm slowly approached. Your moans, muffled by his length, became louder when he sensed this and started pinching your nipples again. You couldn't control yourself. You tried slowing down, but it became impossible once your arousal took over. All you thought about was his salty precum beginning to spill on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every drop. You wanted him deep inside your cunt, pounding you like nobody else had done before. Mouth milking his pulsing cock, tongue rubbing the underside, you trembled as it started twitching. You imagined that dick in your pussy, stretching you in a mind blowing way. The people around jeered when your body started trembling. 

‘Go on. Cum all over him for me.’ 

“Uh-oh, I think it's going to come!” someone nearby taunted. “It's shaking like a leaf.”

“Is the puny little human about to come for us?” another teased. 

“Go on, and do it. Show your master how pathetic you are.”

“Cum with me,” Seonghwa grunted, shivering in his seat as he pumped faster. “Cum all over-Yes, yes, like that.”

The guests laughed at your loud orgasm. You grinded for any sort of pressure on your sensitive sex. The bombardment of sensations tighten your muscles and you could only moan as Seonghwa held you to the base. Your pussy dragged along the thickest part of his tail, the constricting muscles sliding over your clitoris in each movement. It felt neverending. You kept shaking and moaning around him not wanting to stop. He gave no warning as his cock quivered and sprayed thick cum in your mouth. You wanted it. You eagerly pumped his shaft in time with his thrusting, squeezing hard to feel it throb in your hand. Every thick drop was swallowed greedily, even as it spilled from the sides of your mouth. 

“Haha, it's drooling,” someone said. 

“Clean it up,” Seonghwa breathed, pushing hair from your face. “Yes, just like that. Such an obedient pet…” 

You didn't hesitate to start licking him clean, catching the clear beads still leaking from the head. Gazing up at him, you saw he'd leaned back in his seat as he caught his breath. Even after having an orgasm, you couldn't stop grinding. You normally needed a few minutes before restarting, but not now. Even with your climax, and sensitivity, you felt ready. He knew this, and continued waving it for you. When you finished, you stared up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Now my tail,” he instructed, “You dirtied it. You clean it.”

Sliding down to where you'd been grinding, you lapped up the mixture of salt and your juices from the scaled skin. This amused the group watching. It didn't help when one tip of his fanned tail swatted at your sex and bottom. Your cheeks turned hot realizing what you'd done in front of everyone. Their taunting stirred your shame. 

“Lick it clean, slave,” a woman next to the throne sneered. “If you do well, your master may fuck you now.”

“That’s all it wants,” her companion, another female, said in a low rumble. “Do you think he will let us have a taste? Its cunt looks delicious. He let us have the last one.” 

“No,” Seonghwa said, not looking at them as you finished licking, “This one is mine. Take whichever you want, but not this one. On my lap, pet.”

You hoped he might enter you now, but instead he turned you to face the room. Four hands went back to caressing your body: two stayed on your breasts while the other pair opened your wet sex for everyone to see. It was then you realized to whom he referred. Talissa appeared to not be Seonghwa’s only ‘pet’. Around the room, other slaves stood naked and wearing gold chains and pearl collars. Some sat on the laps of other royals, while others walked around carrying trays of wine and seafood. Their misery was clear, but their masters did not seem to care. 

“See the benefits of a human pet?” He said to the group. “Two tight holes that leak so much when I touch them?” He started rapidly rubbing your swollen clitoris as you cried out and writhed in his grasp. “How could I not want this?” 

Two hands held your thighs apart while the other pair caressed your sex. While he circled your clit, he easily slipped two fingers into you. The people closest to the throne got a good view of his long fingers probing your entrance, stretching you in various angles. You noticed the men’s growing bumps under their loin cloths, while the women looked on with lustful eyes. You wished they looked away. 

“Stay still for me,” he said in your ear. He pushed his fingers deeper, and you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself. “You’re doing so well for your first time. I cannot wait to see how you are once the curse takes over. I’ll have to ask your master if I can have more of you, if I cannot keep you.” 

“No…please…” you tried pushing his hands from your groin to at least get some relief from the pinching nerves, but to no avail. 

“But isn’t my cock pleasurable?” He pushed his shaft to your sex, “Aren’t I at least more preferable than the decrepit old Naga who slither around my island? It’s quite beneficial to be The King’s favorite.” He moved them into your sideways, “You’d be draped in jewels and fed the best food. You’d be praised and adored.”

“I’d be your slave,” you said through gritted teeth, wriggling around to try escaping his touch. 

“Only for a short time,” he corrected. “When your curse is complete, I’m sure Lord Kim will collect you and whisk you to the mountains, keeping you from the sunshine and my eyes. But, you’ll be well taken care of for now. Hmph, you should see how some of these lowborns treat their pets. I don’t think you’ve noticed them until now, but they appear quite sad.” 

“I don’t want to be your slave.”

“I didn’t realize you had a choice,” he then began pumping his fingers faster, pushing and curling them to the special spot inside you. He chuckled when you arched and quivered at his touch. “Besides,” his opposite hand started rubbing your clit again, “You’ll be so brainless that you won’t even realize it.” 

Once his fingers worked you long enough, you began trembling as a second climax approached. The people nearby cheered for your release, eager to see how the king’s new pet came. Your eyes squeezed shut and all senses became overpowered by your blinding orgasm. Seonghwa kept going as you coated his hands in your juices. Even when you finished, panting for breath, he didn’t stop. 

“Stop,” you pleaded, “It’s too sensitive.”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said. “Get me hard again,” he pushed his shaft to your sex, “Use that hole to get me hard and show my court how lucky I am.”

They laughed as you obeyed his command. You wanted to stop but something kept you going. This thickness pushed your lips apart, and the ridges brushed over your sensitive clit. You whimpered, bucking wildly. You tried not looking at the people watching, far too embarrassed to see them. 

“No,” Seonghwa grabbed your chin to make you face them, “You have to get used to this. Pets don't get privacy. Everyone is going to see you like this all the time. How else will they know how you pleasure their king?”

“Please,” you whined, forced to meet eyes with certain people. You saw their delight at your humiliation. “Not like this…”

“Get used to it,” he sighed, kissing your neck as you slid over his hardening cock. “I can do worse things in private.” 

“Twenty doubloons she can't take it all,” a guard said within earshot of you. “Human pussy can't handle a dick like that.”

“You're on,” his companion nodded. 

“Thirty says she can,” a woman joined in, “But cries the whole time.” 

“Let's see if you can handle me,” Seonghwa said, grabbing the backs of your thighs. 

He lifted you from his lap and pressed himself to your entrance. Excitement and anxiety boiled together at the idea of penetration. You certainly could not take him, yet you suspected that he didn’t care. You braced yourself as he slowly impaled you on the first inch. His thick head pushed to your aching entrance, the hole clenching around the very tip for more. Your eyes rolled back as he added a second and third inch. The stretch burned through your entire body, causing a stinging at the source. 

‘It’s honestly the best feeling. I’ve been stretched by Hwa once or twice, and it was incredible. Just relax and let him take charge. He won’t hurt you too badly.’ 

You squeezed your eyes tightly when he went another inch, his groaning drowning out your strained whimpers and the guests’ chanting. 

“All the way! All the way!” they chanted, fists pumping the air to punctuate the words. 

You shook your head. You can't take the throbbing pain coming from his girth. You tried pushing away, but the pleasure he brought stayed your hands. 

“You can take it,” Seonghwa encouraged. 

“It hurts…”

“I know, but it'll feel good after a while. Make me happy and take my whole cock.”

He was not entirely merciless. Seonghwa went in a few inches before withdrawing to ease your pain. He did this multiple times, and even though it hurt, you still wished to have his full length in you. When he rubbed along your entrance, tapping it softly, you couldn't help wanting more of him. By the time he'd gone fully inside, you'd gone crazy from need. Even with the difficulty, you tried your best to bounce on him. He grabbed one of your hands to place on your lower stomach. As you plunged down onto him, you felt a slight bump hit that exact area. 

“Do you feel that?” He asked huskily. “That's me, pet,” he thrusted deep to make you feel him again, “That's how deep you're taking me right now.”

“It…It…I…Oh god,” you trembled, quaking in place as he continued lifting you up and down. “Oh god, it's so…”

You could hardly string a sentence together. Your mind focused on the dick pushing against your insides. People around you hissed or beamed when you finally started riding him, exchanging large gold coins. Seonghwa soon moved faster, holding you up as your body got used to him. The pain subsided into the pleasure, exploding and growing when one hand started teasing you again. His bottom hands let go of your thighs to let you freely ride him, and held onto your ass cheeks. He occasionally smacked them, adding to your pleasure, and pulled them apart to spit over the exposed hole. You held onto his tail to anchor yourself up, going faster despite the burning in your thighs and legs. Two thumbs started rolling over your ass hole, and you moaned louder. 

“You're so tight,” he groaned, taking a few gradual pumps, “And little. I love it so much.”

Compared to him, you thought, anybody would be small. Soon, you shook in his arms again. Seonghwa felt you tightening around him, and pumped faster, the bulge in your stomach becoming more apparent. He slipped a thumb past the tight ring, pulling in and out in time with his cock. Your eyes rolled back at this new feeling; you took one of his top hands to your breast, which he grabbed right away. 

“Are you starting to enjoy my cock, pet?” Seonghwa asked breathily, in awe of you on his lap. “Hm? Is your curse so potent that you don’t care anymore?”

“It’s…I…I…”

He laughed at your incoherent babble. Your third orgasm hit harder than the last two. It shot out of you and all over Seonghwa’s length, the trails leaking onto his heavy ball sack. You didn’t want to stop. He felt too good. When he pulled out of you, he placed you back on the floor where you opened your mouth. More salty strings flew up your stomach and breasts, reaching your outstretched tongue. You waited until he’d filled your mouth before swallowing it all. Like before, you started sucking and licking whatever remnants came out of him. 

“More…” you breathed against the head, lapping the slit where more beads fell. “Please…” 

“Keep going then,” Seonghwa breathed, tapping his cock on your tongue. “I’ll give you as much as you can ta-”

“-Um, Your Majesty?” It was the Captain who’d spoken, stiff and stern as he faced his king. 

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you but…” he glanced at you, then back to Seonghwa, “The delegation of Dragonites have arrived.”

Seonghwa growled, fangs bared in annoyance. “Show them to their quarters and I will be with them soon,” he cupped your face and pushed his tip back into your mouth, “Can’t you see I am busy?” 

“I’m afraid it’s a bit late for that, Seonghwa.” 

The revelry from moments ago dissipated at the sight of the speaker. A young man, as tall as Seonghwa, stood amongst a group of men in coal-black armor, carrying long silver swords. His tall, black wings stood out in the back of his armor, and he wore an obsidian and onyx crown. Long legs carried him over towards the throne. His sleeveless tunic revealed the expanse of black and red scales that went from shoulders to wrists. Dark hooded eyes stared at Seonghwa coldly before they followed his body down to you. You turned away in shame, but you still felt him staring at you. 

“Prince Yunho,” Seonghwa said, pushing black curls from his face, “How very like you to appear when you aren’t summoned.” 

“I am only here at Lord Kim’s request,” Yunho replied. “I wish for us to do this business as quickly as possible. Your island stinks of fish and sea water.” 

This made the rest of the naga hiss at him, which was returned by harsh growls from the winged soldiers around Yunho. 

“Better than the sulfur and brimstone of your region,” Seonghwa shot back. “As I told my captain, I am quite occupied at the moment. You may go to your quarters to settle in and we will conduct our business later.” 

Yunho looked back at you, his eyes scanning your nude body. “A new pet?” he inquired, wings batting as he reached you at Seonghwa’s tail. He gazed further down to see your mark, which you tried hiding by twisting your body. “Seonghwa, are you so cruel that you’d resort to putting demon curses upon your pets to keep them compliant?” 

“Don’t act like a fool, Yunho. You know whose mark that is.”

The pair shared a knowing glance, “It is you who is being foolish if you’re indulging without permission.”

“His Kraken threw her onto my shores. A gift. It’s as clear as day. It isn’t my fault he favors me over you.” 

Yunho scoffed. “More likely he wanted to soften you up for this deal. I’d be the first to tell him it wouldn’t work.” 

“I don’t need softening.” 

“I wager you’ve already given her a ridiculous pet name,” Yunho said, lifting your chin and wiping cum from your bottom lip. “What is it? Coral? Hydra? Sea Mist?” 

“I haven’t decided yet, but thank you for the suggestions.”

“You’re quite lovely,” Yunho told you, studying your features. “I’ve only tasted humans once. We don’t get many of them in my kingdom. I wonder…” 

“You can have any slaves you like, Dragon Prince,” Seonghwa hissed, “But not this one. It’s mine.”

“No, she’s Lord Kim’s, and you know that. Your ownership is temporary.”

“These two can never be in the same room too long. There’s no way they’ll share you.” 

“What is your name, sweet one?” Yunho asked you. 

“YN.”

“A name as lovely as you,” he grinned, brown eyes rimmed with gold glinting with adoration. “You should come home with me. I’d take much better care of you than this fish-head over here.”

A gold blade ended up at Yunho’s throat when he moved closer, and Yunho snickered. “So quick to anger,” he said, “And they say dragon blood runs hot. Alright,” he pulled away from you, “I will wait until negotiations. Maybe I can find some real meat around here and not shrimp.” 

“Good idea,” Seonghwa said, sheathing his sword. “Kim might have set up this meeting, but make no mistake, Yunho, I won’t hesitate. I won’t.”

“Neither would I, Your Majesty,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Farewell, sweetling. I’ll be seeing you soon.” 

The group of dragons flew out of the room in a V-formation, not intimidated by the Naga baring their fangs at them. Once he’d left, Seonghwa turned to the Captain, “Have the men keep an eye on him. If he even tries to double cross or disobey Lord Kim’s orders, cut him and his men down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And take Pet to my chambers. See it’s properly cleaned and chained. I’m sure Lord Kim wouldn’t want his precious slave running away from us before his arrival.” 

“As you wish.”

On wobbly legs, you went with the captain further into the palace. Yunho’s appearance seemed to have distracted the nobles. They didn’t pay you any mind as the Captain marched you past them to the doors. You caught snippets of conversation.

“Can you believe they were invited here? What is Seonghwa thinking?” one man said to his companion. 

“The King mentioned Lord Kim. This must’ve been his idea. Only a man as mad as him would suggest the Naga and The Dragonites meeting under one roof.”

“Hush now, you shouldn’t speak that way! He might hear you!”

Lord Kim? Did they mean the demon who’d created your curse? The thought of him possibly being in the palace lifted your spirits. Yet, as you followed Captain to the bedchamber, your spirits weighed back down. The runestone Namjoon had given you was gone. You’d have nothing to trade in exchange for your freedom. However, Seonghwa mentioned you wouldn’t be just a zombie at the end; you’d be Lord Kim’s personal zombie slave. Namjoon must not have known that bit of information if he hadn’t said it. Something told you that the runestone would’ve made no difference to him. The image of your fate came back, but the stinging gradually pushed it out.  

It flared in each step, and you treaded carefully through the large palace. You felt yourself coming down by the time you reached a large room on the other side. A stone bed carved into a rocky wall was behind long fishnet curtains, an octopus etched into the head and footboards. Tall windows gave The King a perfect view of the beaches beyond the palace walls, where he could see the deep blue ocean he ruled over. You spotted a cushioned bed, food and water bowl inside a large gold cage. Yes, that’s where he intended to keep you. You wouldn’t stay there. You aren’t a slave. You’d get out of here. 

The Captain brought you into an adjacent room where you saw a large wall fountain spouting water into a large marble pool. Judging by the various bottles and cloths, this is meant to be some kind of wash room. 

“Clean up quickly,” The Captain said in his rough voice, “And return to the bedroom where I’ll clamp your chains.” 

“I’m not wearing chains.”

“Yes, you are.” 

He said nothing else and left the room. You grabbed one of the small cotton cloths and began wiping your tenderest areas. The coolness sapped out some of the burning, though the stinging indicated tears. This would happen again before nightfall. You knew that without needing to really think about it. You thought of Prince Yunho, who’d shown an interest that rivaled Seonghwa; perhaps they’d come to an agreement which involved you being a ‘gift’ for him. Your stomach knotted at the thought. 

You replayed what you'd done in your head, and couldn't believe it. Yes, you'd done many partners before, but that had been in private. Seonghwa forced you to do it in front of his entire court, allowing them to jeer and taunt you. You felt disgusted with yourself. Even when you'd scrubbed yourself clean of him, you still felt him inside you. That emptiness sparked a hint of arousal that you buried deep down. You'd fight this damn curse as long as you could. 

Leaving the bathroom, you found the suite empty. The Captain must’ve gone to get your chains and collar. You needed some kind of escape. If you stayed here too long, you would end up with no choice or free will. You'd become a slave to your desires. You refused to let that happen. Looking out the windows, you saw the dense tropical forest occasionally broken by ruins and clearings. The ocean went around the small island, intimidating as you realized how far you'd come from the mainland. Chan mentioned them finding a dead body by your shipwreck; your heart weighed down thinking of Jin, who'd been so kind to you. You searched for signs of the broken boat on the beach, but saw nothing except white sand. 

Looking down, guards remained at their posts in a square courtyard. It was too far down for you to climb or drop down into. You’d break your leg or worse. You’re sure there will be guards outside the bedroom at night, and more moving about the palace. Any chance of escape might not come for a while. You’d been considering simply jumping and seeing what happened when the Captain returned. He held thin gold chains attached to the bright cuffs in one hand, and a pearl collar in the other. Slowly, you inched away from him. 

You reached for a silver letter opener on the desk and held it out. “Stay away from me,” you warned. 

“It’s time to collar you,” he said, unconcerned by the sharp object in your hand. “Don’t make this difficult, slave. I have more important things to attend to.”

Slashing the small weapon at him, you growled when he easily grabbed your arm and twisted it. You spun around, grunting in pain as he kept you to his chest. Feeling the cold cuff on one wrist, you tried pulling away as he clapped the other half to your ankle; then repeating the process on the other side. The chains were long enough to make walking easy, but not so long that you could really reach for anything. It took several tries, lots of struggling and slaps in the face before Captain managed to get the collar around your neck. 

“You vicious little bitch,” Captain spat, grabbing you by the hair. “Let’s see how tough you are when your master punishes you,” he clasped a long leash to your collar then tugged on it roughly. “I’d spank the crap out of you myself if you were my pet; then I’d give you to my men to teach you your place.”

“Screw you, fish boy,” you hissed at him, spitting at his back. 

“Haha, that’s my girl.” 

A backhand went across your cheek when he turned around, stinging it and drawing a trickle of blood in your mouth.

“He’ll pay for that.”

He continued pulling you along back towards the throne room when somebody got in his way. 

“So, this is how Seonghwa lets his men treat his special pets?” Yunho asked with mock curiosity, coming out of a nearby bedchamber with another soldier. “He lets you man handle and hit them?”

“It was acting out of order, Your Grace,” said the Captain. “I am in charge of the pets’ discipline, and I was merely reminding this one of its place here.” 

Yunho moved around him and over to you. A clawed hand lifted your chin, his thumb tenderly touching your swelling cheek. “But, she isn’t Seonghwa’s, is she? Lord Kim is her master. Last time I checked, he doesn’t like people damaging his property. Seonghwa must not care too much about keeping his head on his shoulders.” Another hand suddenly went to your sex, where you winced from the pressure. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Poor girl,” he cooed, frowning at your discomfort. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at the soldier who felt around in his pouch. He retrieved a small black tub, and handed it to Yunho. “This will ease your pain,” he dipped two fingers into the translucent paste and tenderly spread it over your bare sex. A cool, tingling sensation blossomed at once, and the burning disappeared. “Better?”

“Yes.”

Yunho didn’t stop his touching. He stared down at you lustfully, watching you try resisting his fingers over your pussy. “Too bad Captain Sea Brain is near us,” he said, his hand sliding over your slit, “I’d finger fuck you here if he wasn’t. I bet your orgasms sound sweet.”

The dirty talk alone nearly ignited your curse again. Yunho saw this and smiled, “Does hearing about what I want to do to you arouse you? I have plenty more fantasies to describe to you.”

“Your Grace, please, I cannot dawdle,” Captain said. “His Majesty expects his pet back in the throne room.”

He reached around to your ass, grabbing it gently. He grinned when you shifted in his hand, “You’re already getting wet again-”

“-Your Grace-”

“-Would you like to come into my chambers? I can give you a little preview of what you’ll be having later tonight-”

“-My Prince,” one of Yunho’s soldiers said, “I know you are in the midst of your pleasures, but I’ve received word that Lord Kim is on his way.”

Yunho immediately whipped around. “He’s coming?” He asked, voice a bit unsteady. “He never said he’d be joining negotiations.”

“I suppose he wishes to see everything go smoothly.” 

“Or to make sure they don’t rip you apart fighting over you.”

The Dragonite huffed irritably, then turned back to you. “I suppose this will wait until later, sweetling.” 

He placed a soft kiss on your wounded cheek, then glided away from you with his men. Captain stared at him with distaste, though said nothing as he pulled on your leash and kept walking. Yunho’s salve did erase the pain, but his touches had brought stickiness to your thighs. You feared what Seonghwa might think if he saw it. 

“Your Majesty,” Captain called to Seonghwa, who still sat on his throne, “I’ve brought your pet back.”

“I’m afraid it will have to wait until later,” Seonghwa said in disappointment. “His Lordship has turned up, and I must greet him. You can put Pet by the throne until I retu-What happened to its face?” Seonghwa came to examine your cheek, and he looked at Captain. “What did it do?”

“It resisted,” he answered. 

He nodded, “The curse will take a while to fully form. I suppose it’ll be defiant until the very end, but no matter, I can fix that.” 

He smiled wickedly at you, then proceeded to leave the room. Captain pulled your leash towards a cushion next to the throne. It was more like a luxurious dog bed than an actual seat. He threw you onto it, then chained your leash to the throne’s armrest. You huffed as you settled into the plush, golden bed. 

The demon possibly responsible for your predicament was in the palace, and you had no chance of ever meeting him. If what Seonghwa says is true, then you won’t need to worry about that. However, you guessed Lord Kim won’t do anything to relieve your curse. He’ll let it consume you. You’d been lamenting over this when the flapping of wings caught your attention. 

“Hey, buddy,” you said to the black crow who sat on the arm. “What’re you doing here? Crows aren’t tropical birds…I don’t think.” 

It flew from the throne to the food at your feet. It began pecking at the shrimp side of the platter, “I can’t believe I’m here,” you said, watching it eat. “I’m supposed to be halfway to the northern port by now, but instead I’m stranded on this island. I don’t know how far I am from the mainland either. I could be days away, and by the time I get there, I’d be a zombie. They say Jin’s boat got wrecked, but maybe there might be a way to fix it and I can get out of here.” You looked at its glossy wings and said, “I wish I had wings like you. Then I could fly away.” 

You’d get your wish in a way…

****

The sky already turned mixes of russet red and faded gold by the time Seonghwa reappeared. His guests had dispersed, leaving the throne room empty and quiet. His eyes lingered over your naked body before he unchained you from his throne. 

“How’s my little pet been?” he asked, nuzzling your nose with his. “Did you eat?” He looked to see the half-touched plate near you. Your crow friend ate most of it, but you’d nibbled on the fruit. “That’s hardly enough to sustain you,” he said, wrapping your leash around his hand and guiding you to your feet. “You need your energy and strength for tonight.”

“Tonight.”

“My last night with you. It appears Lord Kim plans to take you now rather than let me enjoy you further. He’s allowed one more night since I managed to not rip off that filthy dragon’s head.” 

“Sorry, babe. I had to do it, but it’ll just be this one time, then we’ll fix this.”

Come,” he turned and tugged on your leash, “To bed. I’m exhausted.” 

You followed him to the doors, turning to see your bird friend flying to the ceiling. You wished it went along with you. Its presence brought stability and comfort in this crazy situation. Strangely, it mimicked the comfort Hongjoong always brought. The bird can’t do anything for you, but you wished it’d stayed. It also distracted you from the strange voice constantly speaking in your head. 

“Garnet is my best friend. Trust him.”

“Shut it,” you whispered, shaking your head. 

Seonghwa led you into his bedchamber, where you feared what he might do to you now that you were alone. While Yunho’s medicine did heal you, you knew Seonghwa could easily tear you open again. 

Seonghwa gazed down at your body once he shut the door. “You really are beautiful,” he said, admiring you in the light pouring into the room. “That witch must’ve been terribly jealous to place such a curse on you,” he moved over to you, cupping your injured cheek. “Even with this injury, you are the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

Four arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. His kiss started light and sweet before deepening into something more passionate. The taste of his lips stirred your arousal again, the curse boiling and fueling it. 

“If only I could keep you,” he groaned, lifting you to keep you at eye-level. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist so you didn’t slip off him. “I’ll admit I knew you had some connection to him,” he kissed down your neck, hands grasping your ass again and crotch grinding into you, “But not so strong. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so attached to a Cursed before.” He chuckled into your skin, teeth grazing it, “He would’ve killed me if he didn’t need me.”

His words caught you off guard. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“He said I can enjoy you tonight,” he grabbed your ass, kneading it gently to stoke fires within, “But he’ll take you tomorrow. Let’s make it count, hm?” 

“Who are you talking about? The Dark Lord? Is he still here? Can I see him now?” 

“He’s busy, and I’m going to get what I want tonight.” 

“Please,” you whimpered, fighting off your desires, “Not again. It…It still hurts…”

“I won’t use your pussy this time,” he promised, top hands cupping your tits. “You have two other holes I can enjoy in the meantime.”

“No,” you gasped, “That would hurt more.”

“Only for a while. I’ll be much gentler, especially with your ass,” he rubbed you up and down on his hole. “I had thought of a name for you,” he whispered as he brought you to the bed nearby. “Would you like to know what it was?”

“What was it?”

“Mariella,” he answered. “A name worthy of such a pretty face,” he tucked hair behind your ear and pecked your lips. “My beautiful Mariella. Oh, how divine you would’ve looked next to me…” he lamented, kissing you again. 

“You won’t now,” you said defiantly. 

“No, I won’t,” he said, pinning you to the bed. His tail pushed your legs apart, and you gasped at the small bump already sliding against you. “But, just for tonight, your body is mine. I will call you by the name you’d have, and pretend you’re completely mine.” 

“I won’t be yours,” you whined, trying to escape his grasp even as your body slowly started giving into him. “Never.”

He laughed, “Fiery. I get why he’s so in love with you.” He knelt up, his bottom arms lifting your legs to your stomach, “Let’s see how far I can stretch this ass of yours.”

It was a pleasure you’d experienced a few times. Seonghwa spent a good amount of time fingering and licking both ends. He said he liked your sensitivity and how easily you came for him. Seeing you shaking and clawing his sheets entertained him. Once he deemed you prepared enough, he pushed his throbbing length into your ass. It burned, as expected, and your eyes opened wide when he fully sheathed himself inside. You felt full. Your body stayed paralyzed in place as he smoothly went in and out of you. The two hands toying with your breasts and cunt only added more pleasure that made you see stars in every climax. His own orgasms came just as easily. 

“You feel so good,” he groaned, pulling you on top of him in reverse. “I can’t stop. God, I can’t stop fucking you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Do-don’t,” you moaned, too enthralled by the curse’s effects to realize what you were saying. “Don’t st-stop fu-fuck-fucking me…”

The sky was pitch black by the time he did stop. Sweaty, naked and exhausted, you laid on your front with your face buried in his pillows. Everything in your body ached as the Hand of Lust finally subsided, and you came to your senses again. You hated the damn mark. You hated this Naga king and how easily he broke down your defenses. His lips trailed soft kisses up and down your spine as he tended to your aching parts. The same soothing paste Yunho had given you was slathered between your cheeks, and he ordered a servant to bring food and water. 

“I am not so cruel as to not care for you after,” he told you, wiping strings of cum from your chest and stomach. “He’d probably kill me if he thinks I left you like this. Sleep now, my lady,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ll wake you when the food arrives.” 

‘My lady’? You didn’t get a chance to think on it before you passed out against the soft sheets.

“Did you enjoy my gift, Your Majesty?”

He sat in the window ledge, idly rolling a stone between his fingers. Hongjoong knew Seonghwa liked coming to his private tower after sex. He said the sea air made him feel refreshed, and he could see the stars clearly. Hongjoong felt guilty letting this Naga put his hands all over you, but it was better than witnessing you fall into madness. 

“Greatly,” Seonghwa breathed, moving to the window next to Hongjoong and enjoying the fresh breeze. “I understand why you favor her so much. I would too if she were wearing my brand.” He stretched all four arms as he said, “Though, I will admit I was surprised when a woman showed up. You’d told me it’d be a priest.”

“It was supposed to be.” 

Hongjoong glowered as he thought back to Haeyoung’s blunder. He knew he should’ve sent someone more stable minded to capture the vile priest. When Hongjoong learned of Moon’s hands in the abuse of fairy boys and girls, and the terrible experiments he subjected them to, Hongjoong had to stop him. He’d sent Haeyoung to place the curse on him, so then Hongjoong could send him on a tour of the north. The old priest would be put through the same torture he inflicted on others. However, it seemed he’d chosen the wrong person for the job. 

“Though, I appreciate your gift nevertheless, old friend,” Seonghwa said. “She was marvelous.”

He decided he’d let you sleep for now. Tomorrow, he will lift your curse and everything will be back to normal. He’ll go back to Gold Rush, curse Moon, and then go back on the road. You’d be safe in your small town, untouched by the outside world looking to infect it. It’s why he hadn’t brought you home yet. With the war looming over the north once more, he couldn’t risk the new king finding out about you. 

“And I appreciate you not chopping off Yunho’s head,” he replied. 

“Trust me, it required a lot of restraint,” he snorted. “Where will you take your pet now?”

“Home. Well, her home. She’s safer there.” 

“Very well. You know you always have a home here in the islands…If you wish for her to be truly guarded, the Naga are skilled warriors. I’d make sure no harm came to her while she was here.”

“Nice truy, Hwa.” 

“Fine, keep the beauty to yourself. I have dozens more just like her.”

“No. No, you don’t.” 

****

A firm, long-clawed hand clasped around your mouth. You had no time to take anything in before the figure hoisted you from the bed and out into the cool ocean air. 

“Let go of me!” you struggled in your captor’s arms, your voice breaking through their hand. 

“Hush, human,” the Dragonite soldier said, “And stop squirming. You’ll fall to your death and Prince Yunho will blame me.” 

You stopped moving the moment you saw the ground growing farther and farther from your feet. The dampness and coldness of the high clouds made you squeeze your eyes shut. You should have known this would happen. 

So much for having wings….

****

A/N: Damn, talk about plans going tits up, huh? Looks like instead of island paradise, YN's getting a volcanic vacation.

Also, if you guys want to be tagged for the different parts, just put a reply below. It'll help me keep track of everyone haha

「 Booty Gains - S.MG 」

"This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Bent over, dripping, begging for me to use you.”

~ "Reader teases Mingi with some booty pics and vids while she's at the gym, and he's at work, add shower sex" ~ req. by anon

pairing: mingi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you just can't stop being your bratty self whenever your man is at work, all bored. so you have the best idea of sending him some booty pics, not even thinking about how he'd ruin the hell out of you when he gets home.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: rough mingi, brat reader, possessiveness, ownership, punishment kink, humiliation kink, degradation/name calling (slut, etc.), praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, ass spanking, marking (hickeys and bites), breasts fondling, nipple playing, manhandling, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, breeding kink, lots of cummm, shower sex, brat taming, mocking, teasing, a tad bit of aftercare, completely consensual!, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for sure forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Note: as a gym girlie that loves going to the gym, I would 100% do this to my man (I don't have a man atm but just saying) cause the anticipation is chef’s kiss. I loved writing this !! Thank you so much, anon, for sending in such a nice request ^^

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The gym was nearly empty, just the way you liked it. The low hum of machines and the rhythmic clanking of weights filled the space, but your focus was elsewhere. Your reflection in the mirror held your attention, the sweat glistening on your skin, the curve of your body accentuated by the snug fit of your leggings and sports bra.

Mingi had texted you earlier, complaining about how bored he was at work, stuck in another useless meeting. He had no idea what you were about to do.

A wicked smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your phone, angling it just right to capture the dip of your waist and the teasing outline of your hips. You snapped a picture, making sure the lighting hit all the right places before sending it off.

You: Missing you. Thought you might like a little motivation to get through your day.

It didn’t take long for your phone to vibrate with his response.

Mingi: Oh, you wanna play while I’m at work?

Your stomach fluttered at his tone. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, you slowly tugged them down just enough to reveal the plump curve of your ass, letting the fabric cling sinfully low. No one was there, so you pulled them just slightly lower. Your full ass was on display, plump and perky. You snapped another picture, this time a little bolder, a little filthier. Send.

The typing bubble appeared immediately. Then, a pause. Then—

Mingi: You better stop while you still can.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle. But stopping was the last thing on your mind. Feeling particularly bratty, you propped your phone up against the mirror and recorded a short clip—hips swaying, ass jiggling just enough to tease, your fingers lightly tracing over the curve before you tugged your leggings back into place.

You sent the video without hesitation.

This time, his response came instantly.

Mingi: You're fucked.

A thrill shot straight between your thighs.

You: You love it.

The dots appeared and disappeared for a long moment before your phone buzzed again. This time, your breath hitched when you opened the message.

Mingi had sent you a picture—a low, grainy shot of his lap under his desk, his thick cock straining hard against his dark slacks, the outline painfully clear through the fabric. The sight alone made your mouth water.

Mingi: You’re gonna take care of this when I get home.

You swallowed hard, squeezing your thighs together. Just as you were about to type back, your phone lit up with an incoming call.

You answered immediately. "Hello?"

His voice was low, dark, and dripping with something dangerous. "You think you’re funny?"

You hummed innocently, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "I don’t know what you mean."

Mingi exhaled sharply, and you could practically hear the tension in his body, the way he was probably gripping his phone too hard, jaw clenched.

"When I get home, you’re not gonna be able to sit right. You understand me?"

Your breath hitched.

"Mmm. Can’t wait."

There was a beat of silence before he let out a quiet chuckle, one that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

The line went dead.

And now all you had to do was wait.

The moment you got home, you couldn’t shake the smug little grin playing on your lips. Kicking off your sneakers, you stretched your sore muscles, still feeling the delicious burn from your workout. Your body was buzzing, half from the endorphins, half from the anticipation of what was coming.

Padding over to your full-length mirror, you tilted your head, running your fingers along your waist, smoothing over the curve of your ass. You giggled softly, replaying the texts with Mingi in your head—the way his tone had darkened, the picture he had sent you, the promise laced in his last words.

You shivered, excitement pooling low in your stomach. You had really riled him up this time.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom, stripping off your gym clothes piece by piece. The air was warm, thick with steam as you turned on the shower, stepping under the hot spray. The water cascaded down your body, soothing the ache in your muscles, washing away the sheen of sweat. Your fingers trailed idly along your skin, stomach tightening at the thought of what was coming. Your fingers also trailed right between your thighs, slowly through your folds, thinking about how good it would feel if your fingers were Mingi's cock.

There was one thing you knew, tho. Mingi was going to ruin you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed—your mind had drifted into a hazy space, caught between relaxation and anticipation—when you suddenly heard it.

Click. Your body tensed. The front door.

A thrill shot through you, setting every nerve alight. He was home.

You barely had a second to react before the sound of heavy footsteps filled the silence, growing closer, more deliberate. Your pulse pounded against your ribs as you heard a single knock on the bathroom door.

Then, before you could answer—

The door swung open.

The steam curled around him as he stepped inside, towering and dangerous, still dressed in his dark work clothes. His tie was loosened, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the smooth line of his collarbone. But it was his eyes that held you captive—dark, heavy with something primal, something feral.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your legs.

"Mingi—"

His lips curled into a smirk as he tugged at his belt, the leather slipping through his fingers with an unmistakable sound. "You had a lot to say and send earlier," he mused, voice low, predatory. "But now that I’m here, you’re quiet?"

Your breath hitched as he took another step forward, "Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me? Bet you did. Bet you thought you could get off without me. That’s fucking cute.”

And before you could say another word, he was reaching for you. You were about to learn exactly what it meant to be at Mingi’s mercy.

The heat in the bathroom thickened, the steam swirling around you like a fog, but nothing compared to the fire burning in Mingi’s eyes. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking as he dragged his belt from the loops of his slacks, the leather slipping through his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You wanted my attention, baby," he murmured, voice low and dark. The sound of his belt dropping to the tiled floor sent a shiver through you. "Now you’ve got it."

You swallowed hard, pressing your back against the cool shower wall, the contrast to the heat in your body making you dizzy.

Mingi’s hands went to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one, exposing the smooth planes of his chest, the taut lines of his stomach. He took his time, knowing exactly what he was doing, letting your eyes roam over him as he peeled the fabric from his broad shoulders and let it fall.

"You’ve been a fucking brat all day." His voice was silk and sin, smooth yet dripping with something dangerous. "Sending me pictures while I was at work—" The zipper came down in one slow drag. "—knowing damn well I couldn’t do shit about it."

Your breath hitched when he shoved his pants and boxers down in one motion, his thick cock springing free, already painfully hard.

"You’re gonna take care of this," he rasped, palming himself lazily, eyes locked onto you.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but Mingi didn’t miss it. He smirked, stepping under the spray, the water running down his body in rivulets, droplets clinging to the sharp edges of his muscles.

"You know what I should do?" He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something dark, something wicked. "I should fuck you against this wall." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Shouldn’t even let you adjust. Just spread you open and take you—"

A sharp gasp left your lips.

He chuckled, cocking a brow as he stepped even closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours. His fingers trailed along your arm, up to your throat, his grip loose but possessive.

"Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?" he murmured, thumb brushing against your pulse. "You’ve been dripping for me since the moment you saw that picture. Knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me those."

His free hand trailed down, fingers teasing the curve of your hip before slipping lower.

"Tell me, baby," he rasped, lips ghosting over your ear. "Are you ready to take what’s coming to you?”

A slow, teasing smile curved your lips as you met his dark gaze, your lashes fluttering just slightly. “Mmm,” you hummed, tilting your chin up defiantly. “I don’t know… I think you talk a big game, Mingi. But are you really gonna do something about it?”

His jaw ticked, and for a split second, you saw the flicker of restraint in his eyes—the thin thread of patience that you knew was about to snap.

And then it did.

With a low growl, he crushed his mouth against yours, lips claiming you in a messy, desperate kiss. His tongue swept past your lips without hesitation, hot and insistent, tasting, devouring, punishing you for every teasing word, every taunting glance. The kiss was wet, sloppy, his breath heavy as he groaned into your mouth, like he was finally letting himself have what he’d been craving all damn day.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his cock pressing against your stomach, hot and throbbing. You moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into his damp hair, but before you could even think about deepening the kiss, he was yanking away.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, thick with impatience.

You hesitated just long enough to see the dangerous glint in his eyes before his hand shot out, curling into your wet hair. A sharp gasp left your lips as he tugged, tilting your head back just enough to arch your spine. His other hand pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing you against the cool shower wall.

“You wanna play games?” he murmured, his voice low, taunting. “Then let’s fucking play.”

A shiver ran through you, anticipation making your pulse spike. His grip tightened, holding you exactly where he wanted you, his breath hot against your shoulder. And then—

He thrust into you in one smooth, punishing motion, stretching you open without warning.

A strangled moan tore from your throat, pleasure-pain searing through your body as he filled you to the hilt, not giving you a second to adjust. The stretch was intoxicating, overwhelming, but you could feel how much he needed this—how much he had craved this moment, how much he had been holding back all fucking day.

"Fuck," Mingi growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "This is what you wanted, huh? To get fucked like a little brat who doesn’t know when to stop teasing?”

You barely managed a breathy whimper before he pulled back, only to slam into you again, harder this time, sending you onto your toes. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the air, mixing with the steady rush of water and the filthy, wrecked noises slipping past your lips.

Mingi was relentless, his thrusts rough and unyielding, every snap of his hips a reminder of exactly why you shouldn’t have teased him. His hand fisted in your hair, keeping your back arched as he fucked into you with punishing force, his chest heaving behind you.

"This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Bent over, dripping, begging for me to use you.”

A broken moan left your lips, and Mingi chuckled darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “I’m just getting started.”

His hand tightened in your hair, tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle, your back arching deeper. His other hand splayed over your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure rippling through your body. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the steamy air, each slap of his hips against your ass punctuated by his ragged breathing.

"Fuck—" Mingi groaned, voice wrecked, like he was losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him. "You feel so fucking good, baby. So damn tight—like you were made for me."

You whimpered, pressing your cheek against the shower wall, your knees threatening to buckle under the force of his thrusts. But Mingi wasn’t about to let you collapse—not when he was in the middle of breaking you apart.

His grip shifted, one hand leaving your hip to trail up your side, fingers brushing over your ribcage before sliding up to cup your breast. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple, making you jolt under his touch.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction as he felt your body tremble beneath him. "Taking me so fucking well. "Such a messy little thing. Look at you—moaning like a whore just because I’m fucking you.”

A soft whimper left your lips, but before you could answer, his hand slapped against your ass, the sharp sting making you cry out. The impact sent a fresh wave of heat surging through your core, your walls fluttering around him as pleasure mingled with the delicious burn of his palm.

Mingi chuckled darkly, rubbing over the spot he had just smacked before delivering another sharp slap.

"Fuck—" he hissed as he felt you clench around him, his rhythm faltering for a second. "You like that, huh? Like when I put you in your place?"

"Y-yes," you gasped, barely able to form the words.

"Yeah? I bet you do," he rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing your spine to arch even deeper. "Bet you fucking love being used like this. Bent over, dripping, begging for me to ruin you."

His words sent a shudder straight through you, your body throbbing with need.

Mingi smirked, leaning in to press his lips against the shell of your ear. "You're such a good little slut for me, baby," he murmured, his tone softer now, almost sweet—but the way his hips snapped into you said otherwise. "So fucking perfect, taking everything I give you."

His teeth scraped over your shoulder before he bit down, marking you, claiming you. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure through your system, your moan spilling into the air as your nails clawed at the slick shower wall.

Mingi groaned against your skin, his hips losing their rhythm, growing rougher, more erratic.

"Mine," he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "Every fucking inch of you—mine."

Mingi could feel it—your body trembling beneath him, your walls tightening like a vice around his cock, your moans turning high-pitched and breathless. You were right there, dangling on the edge, and he was going to push you over.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your head spin. "Come for me. Show me how much you fucking love this."

His free hand dropped between your legs, fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit. The second he pressed down, rubbing harsh, tight circles, your whole body jerked, pleasure slamming into you like a tidal wave.

A sharp, broken cry tore from your throat as you came, your orgasm hitting so intensely that your legs nearly gave out. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, squeezing him so tight it made him curse under his breath.

"Fuck, fuck—just like that," he groaned, chasing his own high now, slamming into you with reckless, desperate thrusts. "God, you’re so fucking tight when you come—"

His grip on your hips turned bruising as he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as his own orgasm crashed over him. His moan was low and guttural, his breath hot against your ear as he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm, silky white cum.

But Mingi wasn’t finished.

Before you could even recover, before your body could stop shaking, he pulled back slightly—then slammed back into you, deeper than before.

A strangled gasp left your lips, your body convulsing at the sudden overstimulation. "M-Mingi—!"

"Oh, baby," he cooed, mock sympathy dripping from his voice. "Too much?"

But his hips never slowed. If anything, he fucked into you harder, faster, his cock bullying past your sensitivity, rubbing against that sweet, overstimulated spot with every relentless thrust.

Your hands scrambled against the wet tile, your head spinning, pleasure too much, too sharp, your body unsure whether to pull away or press back into him.

"Mingi—! I c-can’t—"

"You can," he growled, fisting your hair tighter, forcing your back to arch even deeper. "You will."

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing it mercilessly. Your body was breaking, splintering apart under the overwhelming sensation.

"You’re gonna squirt for me," he murmured, his voice rough, commanding. "I know you can, baby. Come on—be my good girl and soak me."

Your breath hitched, everything in you coiling tighter and tighter, nerves fried, mind blank, only able to feel him—his cock pounding into you, his fingers working your clit, his grip keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

The pressure built impossibly high, and then—

You shattered.

A cry ripped from your throat, your entire body locking up as waves of white-hot pleasure crashed over you. Your walls spasmed violently around his cock, and suddenly, you were gushing, soaking his thighs, dripping down onto the shower floor as your orgasm wrecked you.

Mingi groaned, his thrusts turning wild, erratic, as he fucked you through it, milking every last drop from you. "Fuck, that's it—so fucking pretty, baby, look at you—"

Your body convulsed, twitching under him, barely able to handle the intensity of it. Tears pricked your eyes, your moans turning into soft, desperate whimpers.

But Mingi wasn’t stopping.

"One more," he panted, his grip tightening. "Give me one more, baby."

And you knew—you weren’t getting out of this until he got exactly what he wanted.

Your body was trembling—wrecked, overstimulated, barely able to keep yourself upright against the shower wall.

His hand released your hair, only for his arms to hook around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped, feeling his cock still buried deep inside you, still hard, still throbbing, still demanding more.

"Mingi—" your voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, deceptively sweet, before dragging his tongue up the column of your throat, tasting the sweat and water beading on your skin. "One more, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I know you can take it."

Before you could even process his words, he was moving.

With effortless strength, he spun you around, pressing your back against the cold shower tiles. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist. The new position had him sinking even deeper into you, the stretch making your head fall back against the wall with a strangled moan.

"F-fuck—" you gasped, your nails digging into his slick shoulders.

Mingi groaned, rolling his hips slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out of your oversensitive, drenched pussy, feeling every twitch, every flutter. "You’re shaking, baby," he mused, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, his tone teasing. "Is it too much?"

You could barely breathe, let alone answer, your body caught between unbearable overstimulation and insatiable need. But Mingi wasn’t going to let you recover.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, and then he snapped his hips up into you, hard and punishing, making you choke on a moan.

"Yeah?" he groaned, fucking into you mercilessly, pressing you harder against the shower wall. "That’s what I thought."

The new angle had him hitting impossibly deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he used it to pull you down onto his cock with every brutal thrust. Your body felt like it was on fire, caught between unbearable pleasure and the sweet agony of being pushed past your limits.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Mingi panted, his lips trailing down your throat, his teeth grazing your skin. "Wanted me to fuck you dumb, make you cock drunk, huh—"

You whimpered, head lolling to the side as he sucked a deep mark onto your neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before biting down just enough to make you cry out.

"Such a good fucking girl," he murmured against your throat, his voice low, velvety, sending shivers straight to your core. "Taking it so well for me. Letting me use this pretty pussy however I want."

Your body clenched around him, and Mingi groaned, feeling your walls fluttering dangerously close to release again.

"You're gonna come again, aren’t you?" he rasped, pressing his forehead against yours, his pace growing wilder, more desperate. "Gonna soak me like the filthy little thing you are?"

Your thighs quivered around his waist, your entire body trembling, nerves fried, pleasure curling unbearably tight in your stomach. You were right there—on the edge of another devastating climax, so sensitive it almost hurt, but so fucking good you never wanted him to stop.

Mingi leaned in, lips brushing yours, his voice nothing but a breathless command.

"Come for me, baby."

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate circles, and that was it—your body shattered, a sharp, broken moan ripping from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you.

A gush of wetness flooded between your bodies again, and Mingi groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock throbbing violently as you squirted around him, soaking his abs, his thighs, dripping down between you.

"Fuck, f-fuck—" he choked, watching the way your body writhed, how you pulsed, how your head tipped back in pure, mindless pleasure. "God, that’s so fucking hot. Such a good little slut for me, making a mess like this.”

His hips snapped into you a few more times, frantic, desperate, before he buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he came inside you with a low, wrecked moan.

For a long moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the heavy panting of your breaths, the soft hum of the shower still running.

Mingi let his forehead rest against yours, his hands smoothing up your back, holding you close, grounding you both.

Then, after a beat, he chuckled, voice rough but laced with something undeniably fond.

"You," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, "you are never allowed to tease me while I'm at work again.”

You smiled, “yeah, sure..” a glint of bratiness in your words.

He looked at you with dark hunger, his gaze dropping to your ruined body. “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Maybe I should keep you full of me all night.”

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「 Daddy's Summer Fling - J.YH 」

"So soft, baby… wonder if you’d shiver like this if I touched you somewhere else..”

~"Dilf Yunho x Daughter's best friend. She visits her friends place for the summer where her dad will be too. Reader is attracted to him, things ensue, ~ anon

pairing: dilf!yunho x fem student!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: your friend has a wonderful idea of asking you to spend the summer at her father’s vacation house... little did you know you'd not only spend the nights there.. but also nights with him.

wc: 9.9k

warnings: dilf!yunho, college student! reader, age gap (about 18 years - 20/38), virgin reader, daddy kink, size kink, praise & slight drgradation, overstimulation, manhandling, voyeurism/exhibitionism (semi-public/public touches), slight corruption kink, slight oral fixation (finger and cock sucking), light breath play (choking), face fucking, cum eating, fingering, dacryphilia, praise kink, cockwarming, breeding kink, marking, backshots, huge cock!yunho, pain kink, possessiveness, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), completely consensual, for sureeee forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Notes: this was insaneeee to write... sorry anon for taking me so long, I had to write it as well as possible and well- it has almost 10k words. whoops. I hope you enjoy this lil (metaphorically speaking) fic and if you do don't hesitate to dm me or send me an anon ask with your thoughts! ♡

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

“You should come with me to visit my dad over this summer,” your best friend had suggested one lazy afternoon, sprawled out on your dorm room bed. “He has this amazing summer house by the lake—huge place, so we’ll have all the space we need to chill. Plus, I barely get to see him during the school year, so I try to spend as much time there as I can.”

You had hesitated at first, not because you didn’t want to go, but because it felt… intimate. Staying at her father’s house for an extended period wasn’t like crashing at her dorm or her mom’s place back in the city. It was different. Personal. But when she assured you he wouldn’t mind—that, in fact, he’d be happy to have you over—you agreed.

And now, as you stepped out of your parents’ car, the summer heat blanketing your skin, you were beyond grateful you’d said yes.

The house was beautiful—exactly how she had described it. Rustic yet modern, tucked away in nature with a view of the lake in the distance. But none of that held your attention. No, your focus was entirely on the man standing in the courtyard.

He had his back to you at first, broad and impossibly strong, the muscles in his shoulders shifting as he raised a hand to wipe sweat from his brow. His tanned skin gleamed under the sunlight, glistening with sweat as he worked, the flex of his biceps hypnotizing as he adjusted something on the wooden fence. Your throat went dry. He was gorgeous—tall, built like a dream, dark hair damp and tousled. Holy fuck.

“Who is that?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, eyes locked onto him.

Your best friend glanced at where you were staring, then grinned. “Oh, that’s my dad.”

Your stomach dropped. Her dad. As in, her father. The man you had just been shamelessly ogling like he was carved from marble. Heat flooded your face so fast it made you lightheaded. You tried to snap your gaze away, but it was too late—he had turned, sharp brown eyes locking onto yours.

And just like that, you were even more screwed. Because now that you could see his face, he was somehow even hotter. A sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a hint of stubble across his chin. His lips were full, slightly parted as he caught his breath from whatever work he’d been doing. His gaze flickered over you once, quick but assessing, before settling on your best friend.

You forced yourself to look away, heart hammering. This was going to be a long summer.

You managed to shake off your embarrassment—at least on the surface—as your best friend ran up to hug her father. He greeted her with a warm smile, wrapping an arm around her before turning his attention to you.

“So you’re the infamous best friend I’ve been hearing about,” he said, his voice smooth, deep, and effortlessly confident. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Infamous? Your best friend had talked about you to him? You swallowed hard, forcing a polite smile as you shook the hand he offered. His grip was firm, fingers warm and slightly rough from whatever work he’d been doing. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Jeong.”

He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “Just Yunho is fine. ‘Mr. Jeong’ makes me feel ancient.”

You nodded, cheeks still warm. Yunho. Just Yunho. That was going to be a problem.

After unloading your bags and settling into the guest room, you spent the afternoon exploring the property. The house was just as stunning inside as it was outside—spacious, open, with large windows that overlooked the lake. As the sun dipped lower, the heat softened, replaced by the golden glow of early evening.

That’s how you found yourself outside, sitting on the wooden steps of the back porch, watching the water shimmer under the setting sun. Your best friend had gone to take a call inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Or at least, you thought you were alone.

“You like it here?”

You nearly jumped at the deep voice, turning to find Yunho standing nearby. He had changed out of his sweaty work clothes, now in a loose button-up with the top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked even better like this—casual, effortless.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, gripping your knees to keep your hands from fidgeting. “It’s beautiful.”

He hummed, stepping forward to lean against the railing. “I try to come out here as much as I can. It’s quiet, peaceful. Good place to get away from everything.”

You nodded, watching the water ripple as a breeze passed through. “I can see why.”

There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again. “You seem a little nervous.”

You stiffened. Was it that obvious? “I—no,” you lied. “Just… new place, new environment.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smirk but close. “Well, make yourself at home. You’re welcome here.”

The way he said it—low, slow, with that smooth voice of his—made something stir inside you. You could feel his eyes on you, heavier than before, like he was actually looking at you now. Not just as his daughter’s best friend, but as something else.

You swallowed, shifting under his gaze. “Thanks.”

Another beat of silence. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he looked back at the lake. “You remind me of someone.”

You tilted your head. “Who?”

A pause. Then, quietly, “Me.”

That threw you off. “You?”

He nodded. “When I was younger, I was like that too. A little quiet, a little unsure. Always overthinking instead of just… enjoying things.”

Your brows furrowed slightly. “You don’t seem like that now.”

“I’m not,” he admitted. “Life has a way of changing you.”

His voice had dropped, just a little. And you couldn’t help but wonder what had changed him—what had made him go from the person he used to be to the man standing in front of you now. For the first time, you weren’t just seeing him as your best friend’s father. You were seeing him.

Before you could respond, the screen door creaked open, and your best friend came rushing out, practically bouncing on her feet.

“Oh! I just had the best idea!” she announced, completely oblivious to the subtle shift in energy between you and her father. “Let’s go swimming! The lake is so warm this time of year, and the sun’s setting—it’s perfect.”

You blinked, still processing your conversation with Yunho, but she was already grabbing your hand. “Come on, you brought your swimsuit, right? Let’s change and go!”

You barely had a chance to glance at Yunho before she was dragging you inside.

Minutes later, you found yourself standing at the edge of the dock, the lake stretching endlessly in front of you. The last of the sunlight cast everything in a golden glow, the water lapping gently at the wooden beams beneath your feet.

Your best friend was already diving in, splashing as she resurfaced with a grin. “Come on! It’s perfect!”

Taking a breath, you stepped forward, adjusting the strings of your bikini before following her in. The water was warmer than expected, smooth and inviting as it wrapped around your skin. You surfaced with a gasp, wiping droplets from your lashes.

And then you saw him. Yunho had just emerged from the house, walking toward the dock with an easy, unbothered stride. He had changed into black swim trunks, the drawstrings hanging loose over his hips. But what really got you—what made your breath hitch—was his bare torso.

You’d thought he was attractive before. But now? Seeing him like this, all toned muscle and golden skin, veins running down his forearms, droplets of water from his damp hair trailing down his chest—he looked like he belonged on the cover of some magazine.

And then his gaze flicked to yours.

It was barely a second, just a glance as he stepped onto the dock, but it sent something sharp through you. His eyes lingered—just a little too long—before he turned away, stretching his arms overhead like he hadn’t just knocked the air from your lungs.

You quickly ducked your head, hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt.

A loud splash pulled you from your thoughts as Yunho finally joined you both in the water. He swam easily, his strokes controlled, smooth, before he surfaced near you. The lake was big, but suddenly it felt too small, his presence swallowing the space between you.

Your best friend, oblivious as ever, floated on her back a few feet away, humming to herself.

And that’s when it started.

The first touch was barely anything—just a brush of his arm against yours as he swam past you. But it was deliberate. The second came when he surfaced beside you again, his hand grazing your back under the water. You froze, lips parting slightly, but he didn’t even look at you. Like nothing had happened.

Then, when you shifted to float on your back, your stomach grazing the surface, something firm, warm, pressed again against your lower back—his hand. Just for a second. A silent, lingering touch that sent heat spiraling through your body.

He was testing you.

And then, just when you thought you were imagining it all, when you thought maybe you were overreacting—

His fingers brushed your hand again. More lingering.. A featherlight touch, fleeting but unmistakable. Your breath caught in your throat.

But when you turned to look at him, his expression was unreadable. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just crossed a line neither of you could take back.

You tried to focus on the water, on the way the golden ripples shimmered around you, on anything but the weight of Yunho’s fingers barely grazing your thigh under the surface.

But you couldn’t. Not when your body felt hot despite the cool lake, not when your mind kept replaying every subtle touch, every lingering glance. And definitely not when you could feel him watching you.

Yunho let out a quiet hum, tilting his head slightly. "You’re not very good at hiding it, sweetheart. The way your eyes drop to my hands, my arms… like you’re imagining them all over you."

And then, just when you thought you had a grip on yourself, Yunho moved closer. Not much—just enough that you could feel the water shift between you, enough that his shoulder brushed yours again, his skin warm even in the cool lake.

He was too close. But not close enough. You exhaled shakily. “You’re making it worse.”

His lips twitched, gaze dropping briefly—to your lips?—before meeting your eyes again. “Am I?” It wasn’t fair. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you now—like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he was enjoying it.

But you weren’t innocent either. Not when you found yourself leaning in just slightly, not when you let your fingers skim the surface of the water between you, almost—almost—brushing against his chest before pulling away.

His jaw tightened, just for a second.

“Careful, baby.” he murmured.

It wasn’t a warning. It was a challenge.

Your breath hitched, fingers curling against your palm. You wanted to push. You wanted to see just how much you could pull from him, how far he’d let you go before he finally cracked.

But before you could say anything, before you could cross a line you weren’t sure you could come back from—

“Alright, I’m freezing,” your best friend announced, completely shattering the moment as she waded toward the dock. “I’m gonna make some hot cocoa. You guys coming?”

You inhaled sharply, blinking as if snapping out of a trance. Yunho was still watching you, his expression unreadable, but he said nothing as he turned away, swimming toward the dock with effortless strokes.

You hesitated, heart still racing, before following after them.

The sun was dipping lower now, painting the sky with streaks of orange and purple. Your best friend had already climbed onto the dock, shaking herself off with a giggle.

“Hurry up, you two!” she called, turning around. “The sun’s almost gone, and I want marshmallows and hot cocoa before it’s dark!”

You barely had time to respond before she disappeared inside the house.

But you didn’t need to.

You could feel Yunho beside you, his presence undeniable, heavy in the air like a magnet pulling you closer.

Without saying a word, you both followed your best friend back into the warmth of the house. The kitchen was cozy, and your best friend was already pulling out skewers and marshmallows from the cupboard, humming happily to herself.

The porch door opened wide, and she called to you both, “You guys coming? The fire pit’s waiting!”

Yunho glanced over his shoulder at you before stepping outside. The heat in his gaze was unmistakable now. It made your pulse skip, and you tried to focus on anything other than the way he’d looked at you in the lake.

Your best friend immediately took a seat by the fire, poking the marshmallow onto the end of her skewer with an exaggerated flourish. You sat beside her, glancing at Yunho, who was standing slightly behind you. His eyes flicked to yours for the briefest moment, but you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not. The heat of his gaze, as if he was searching for something on your face. Without thinking, you grabbed a marshmallow from the bag and stuck it onto the skewer. Your hands shook slightly, but you tried to ignore it.

The fire crackled, snapping in the still air, and your best friend shifted, glancing between you and Yunho with a teasing smile. “You guys are awfully quiet. Someone’s gotta talk! Tell me you’ve been getting along.” Your best friend was too chill for your liking.. maybe because her father had her young and had a closer bond with him but, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being wanted by him. That feeling only made it worse for you all day.

You forced a smile, but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts kept drifting to the way his hand had brushed against yours in the water, how close he had been when you were swimming. How every interaction between you felt charged with something unspoken.

As the marshmallows started to brown over the fire, you felt Yunho step closer. You didn’t look up at him, but you could feel his presence. The way his body loomed over yours, the subtle shift in his posture that told you he was right there—watching.

The fire crackled, the only sound between you, and you could feel his breath just behind your ear.

"You're so easy to mess with, baby. One little touch and you're already breathless”, Yunho murmured, his voice low and barely audible over the crackling flames. “It’s hard to focus when you’re right here…”

Your breath caught in your throat. Did he really just say that?

Your best friend, oblivious, leaned forward, blowing air at her marshmallow to cool it down. “What are you two talking about? Are y’all gossiping about me, huh? I’m dying to know!”

You nearly jumped when Yunho shifted his weight, stepping away just slightly. But the damage had been done—the tension between you two was now palpable.

You glanced at him quickly, just enough to catch him looking back at you, a hint of something dangerous in his eyes.

You took a deep breath and shoved the marshmallow into the flames, letting it burn just a little too much. It was easier to focus on the heat of the fire than the heat of Yunho’s gaze. But you knew, deep down, that the fire wasn’t the only thing burning between you.

The marshmallows were finished, the sweet gooey centers burnt just enough to give them that perfect crisp, and your best friend was happily munching away, occasionally giving you a sly look.

You tried to ignore the fire that was burning between you and Yunho. You could feel him, the heat of his body next to yours as you both stared at the flickering flames.

You didn't dare look at him directly. The air felt too heavy, and your best friend didn’t notice—too distracted by the phone in her hand.

“Hold on,” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It’s my boyfriend. I’ll just be a sec.” She took the call, stepping away from the fire pit for some privacy.

You were left in a silence with Yunho. He didn’t move at first, simply letting the sound of the crackling fire fill the space. His gaze didn’t leave you, though. You could feel it, like a weight on your skin, every subtle look making your breath hitch.

A few moments passed before Yunho shifted slightly closer to you.

“You know,” he started, voice hushed but laced with that trademark smoothness, “you look stunning tonight.” Your pulse jumped. You barely managed to glance at him, catching the subtle tilt of his head.

You didn’t respond immediately, unsure of how to form words when your body was begging you to lean into the heat of his touch. But you had to. “Thanks,” you mumbled, fingers gripping your cup just a little too tightly.

The corner of his lips quirked up into that teasing smile, and your heart thudded in your chest. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against your thigh, just the lightest contact—but enough to make your breath catch.

He didn’t take his hand away, though, leaving it there as if it belonged. His touch was light, almost like a warning, and every inch of you wanted more.

"You're not fooling me," he murmured, his voice low. "All those little touches, all those innocent looks. You knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart."

You swallowed, feeling the heat surge through your veins. "Is that so?"

Yunho’s thumb traced a small circle on the inside of your thigh, slow, deliberate. You could barely breathe. The tension between you two was excruciating, and the only thing you could do was sit there, trying to keep yourself together, trying not to collapse under the pressure of his touch.

"So soft, baby… wonder if you’d shiver like this if I touched you somewhere else..”,he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. He saw his daughter coming back, but before he moved his hand away, he reassured you, his voice low, “I'll make it up to you later.”

Before you could respond, your best friend walked back in, phone still pressed to her ear.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “Okay, love you, see you soon!”

She hung up, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Yunho removed his hand, but you could still feel the faint heat of his touch, like a lingering burn against your skin.

“Looks like someone’s got plans,” Yunho said, glancing at you and then at his daughter. You raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, I’m going to my boyfriend’s place for a couple of hours. He just got into town, and I promised I’d see him while he’s here.” She smiled at Yunho, her eyes bright with excitement.

You felt a little knot form in your stomach, not because you weren’t happy for her, but because now it was just you and Yunho. Alone.

“Of course,” Yunho replied smoothly, his voice warmer now, more amused. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Have fun.”

You watched your best friend rush off, her steps quick as she headed toward the door, ready to leave. The moment she stepped outside, the door closing behind her, the tension in the room shifted.

The marshmallows had all been roasted and eaten, the warmth from the fire still lingering in the air as you and Yunho began cleaning up the plates. Your best friend promised she’d be back in an hour.

Yunho's gaze lingering just a little too long, his fingers brushed against yours as you handed him a plate, and you tried to ignore the spark that shot up your arm.

“So,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, “do you always roast marshmallows this late?”

Yunho chuckled, his eyes glinting in the soft kitchen light. “Only when the company’s worth it.”

You glanced up at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the intensity in his eyes. But before you could reply, his phone buzzed.

He picked it up, swiping the screen with one hand while keeping his other hand casually resting on the counter.

“Everything okay?” you asked, casually, though the beat of your heart had quickened.

Yunho nodded, though his smile had turned a little more amused. “Yeah, just got a message from my daughter.”

He read through it and then let out a little chuckle, his tone warm but with an edge of something else. “She’s staying at her boyfriend’s tonight.”

“That so?” you said, trying to play it cool, even as the weight of his words settled over you.

He put the phone down, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. The atmosphere had shifted, the air between you suddenly thick with tension. “Guess we’re alone now.”

Your breath hitched, your pulse quickening in response to his proximity.

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart race. “Guess so,” you whispered, trying to keep your cool, though every inch of you was on edge.

He leaned even closer, his body just a hair's breadth away from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, making your skin burn.

“Well,” Yunho said, his voice low, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I think we can find something to do with all this time, don’t you?”

He didn’t take his eyes off you as he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, slow—each step calculated, bringing him nearer to you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you instinctively took a small step back, but the moment you did, he closed the distance, forcing you to press your back against the cool, hard wall behind you.

He didn’t touch you at first. He simply stood there, watching you, his eyes dark and intent, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his gaze unwavering.

Yunho murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "You’ve been looking at me like you want something, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me?"

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, your chest tightening. It was like he was daring you to run—daring you to pull away from him—but you couldn’t. Your body wanted him too much.

“I…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say, your heart pounding in your chest.

His smile widened just a little, a flicker of something dark in his gaze as he stepped closer again, pushing you further back against the wall.

His hand, warm and confident, landed on your hip, his fingers lightly brushing your skin. He gave you a moment to adjust, to feel him there, testing the waters.

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. In fact, your body seemed to lean into the touch, craving more, eager for him to push further.

He noticed. The slight shift of your body, the way your chest fluttered with every breath. His eyes darkened, and with a sharp inhale, his hand moved up to your waist, his fingers grazing the side of your ribs.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “Are you okay with this?”

Your heart raced, your mind spinning. You wanted to speak, to tell him yes, but all you could do was nod, too lost in the way his hand made you feel.

Yunho’s gaze flickered to your lips for a split second before it returned to your eyes. "That’s not enough for you, is it, baby?”

You didn’t need to say anything. The way you leaned into him, the way your breath hitched, the way your body trembled under his touch said it all.

Without warning, he cupped your chin with his other hand, forcing your head up just slightly as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was soft at first, his mouth teasing, coaxing, exploring with the gentlest pressure. You melted into it, your hands slipping up to rest on his chest.

But then his hand slid down to your lower back, and the kiss deepened. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. His kiss grew more insistent, more urgent, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

His other hand slid up to your chest, cupping the side of your breast. The pressure was light, just enough to make your heart race faster. His lips left yours to trail down your jaw, kissing your neck, while his hand slid lower.

Your body was burning. Every nerve felt alive, tingling with need. You felt your knees weaken as his hand moved beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your stomach.

When you leaned into him again, desperate for more of his touch, he smirked, knowing full well how much power he had over you.

“Tell me, baby…” he started as the hand on your lower back moved to your pants, unbuttoning them. His hand trailed around your waist until it slipped right in your panties. “...did you get this wet just by thinking about me?”

You whimpered under his touch… And that’s when he got rougher.

His hands moved quickly, more forceful now, pulling you flush against him. He groaned as your bodies collided, the heat between you rising higher, his grip tightening around your waist as he pressed his hips into yours.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Yunho growled, his lips brushing your ear. “And I’m going to make sure you know it.”

Yunho’s hands were a whirlwind of heat and strength, gripping you tightly as he pulled you against him. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, and his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

"You wanted my attention, and now you have it. Let’s see if you can handle it.” he murmured, his voice a deep, rough whisper that made your heart race. His hands moved down your sides, squeezing your hips with a possessive grip. "You’ve been such a good girl, waiting for this… dripping for me. You want your reward, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry, as your body responded without you even realizing it. He was so close now, his knee between your thighs, pushing them apart, his touch firm, demanding. You could feel the heat between your legs, the desperate throb of your pussy as your body instinctively shifted closer to him.

“I—yes,” you gasped, your voice small but desperate. “I want it... but...”

Yunho froze, his hands tightening on your hips as his eyes snapped to yours.

“But... what?” he growled, his voice low.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension building, before you finally admitted, “I—I’m a virgin.”

Yunho cursed under his breath, his eyes darkening with both frustration and something darker—desire. His grip tightened almost painfully on your waist, his voice a rough rasp as he responded, “Fuck.” He took a slow breath, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin.

“You’re telling me... you’ve never been fucked before?” His tone was thick with disbelief, but it only made your body ache for him more.

“No,” you breathed, your hands hovering softly over his chest, desperate for his touch. “I—I’ve never...”

“"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair before gripping your waist. His touch was firmer now, like he was holding himself back. His gaze flickered over your face, dark with something primal. "You’ve really never…?" He exhaled sharply, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. "Fuck. That means every little sound, every little reaction—" He swallowed hard, his voice dropping. "All of it’s gonna be just for me."

He moved his knee between your legs again, pressing harder, spreading you open with a force that had your head spinning. His hands slid up to your chest, the heat from his touch making your skin burn as he cupped your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them through your clothes.

His lips descended on yours, kissing you with an intensity that took your breath away, his hands working at the fastenings of your clothes, undoing them with unrelenting precision.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his hands caressing every inch of your exposed skin. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, his lips trailing down to your breasts, and you gasped, your body trembling from the touch. “And all mine tonight.”

You were barely able to comprehend it all as Yunho’s hands worked their way down your body, his touch rough, almost possessive as he teased you, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin between your legs. You moaned, unable to help it, and he grinned darkly, his eyes flashing with a predatory glint.

“You’re mine tonight,” he repeated, the words burning in your ears. “And I’ll make sure you never forget that.”

He lifted you easily, carrying you to the bedroom with a single-minded purpose, and when he dropped you onto the bed, the weight of his body followed immediately. He crawled over you, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the heat from his body overwhelm you.

Yunho’s lips ghosted over yours, his voice a low rasp. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"

His knee pressed between your legs, parting them effortlessly. His breath hitched as his fingers trailed up your thighs—slow, teasing—before slipping between them. Testing. Barely touching.

And then, he felt it.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Uh-oh… already so, so wet for me, baby?" His fingers pressed in just enough to make you gasp. "Guess I don’t even have to ask how bad you need this."

You couldn’t help but nod, your body aching for more, your chest heaving with desire. “P-please…”

He cursed again, his voice thick with frustration, and then, with a growl, he lifted you off the bed, moving you effortlessly to his side. “You better be ready for this, sweetheart. Because I’m not going easy on you.”

Yunho’s lips were relentless against yours, claiming your mouth with a messy, desperate hunger. His tongue pushed past your lips, licking into you with no hesitation, no restraint—wet, hot, possessive. His teeth grazed your lower lip, tugging roughly before he slanted his mouth over yours again, deeper, hungrier, like he wanted to ruin you with just his kiss.

His hands were everywhere at once—gripping, kneading, stroking. He squeezed your waist before sliding lower, grabbing at your ass. The heat between your legs pulsed, your body arching instinctively into his as he pressed his weight down onto you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, flipping you around and pushing your chest into the wall. He tilted your head toward him, kissing you sloppily. He pressed himself against your ass, letting you feel just how eager he was to ruin you. “Feel this, baby..? That's just how much I want you”

You gasped into his mouth, your fingers clawing at the wall, desperate for something to hold on to. His hands moved higher, shoving your shirt up, his rough palms trailing over your bare skin, lighting a fire everywhere he touched.

“Need this off,” he muttered, voice hoarse as he yanked the fabric over your head. His mouth was on your shoulder in an instant, sucking harsh bruises into your skin, marking you, owning you.

You barely had a second to breathe before his hands moved again—one slipping on your back to unclasp your bra, the other gripping your hip, pressing you harder against the thick bulge in his jeans. He groaned as your bare breasts pressed against the wall.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs before tossing them aside. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured, his hand trailing between your legs, fingertips teasing along your slit. “So wet for me already.” he said as he lowered himself on his knees, kisses trailing from your shoulder to your lower back, the to the soft, plush skin of your ass.

You whimpered, legs twitching as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over your clit, the pressure just enough to drive you insane. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing more friction, and he smirked against your skin. “Impatient, huh?”.

But before you could whine, after he was done with his sloppy, soft trail of kisses, he suddenly got up and backed off. Your breath caught as you turned around and watched him reach for his own shirt, yanking it off and tossing it to the floor. His body was all hard muscle, broad shoulders flexing as he undid his belt, the soft clink of metal making your core clench with anticipation. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down his thighs before kicking them off entirely, leaving him in just his boxers.

And that’s when you saw it. Your eyes widened, breath hitching as you stared at the thick, straining outline beneath the thin fabric. He was huge.

Yunho let out a low chuckle, catching your reaction. His gaze was dark, hungry, smug. “What’s wrong, baby?” he teased, palming himself through his boxers, giving a slow, deliberate squeeze. “Didn’t expect me to be this big?”

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “I—”

His smirk deepened as he leaned back down over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”

Yunho didn't give you a chance to process, didn't let you catch your breath before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down.

Your gasp was instant, raw, eyes widening as his cock sprang free--thick, heavy, flushed deep at the tip. The veins running along the shaft stood out, prominent, like they were made to be traced with your own little tongue. He was so fucking big, the kind of size that made your thighs press together with both pleasure and just a little bit of fear.

Yunho caught the way you stared, your lips parting like you wanted to speak but couldn’t. His grin was slow, dark, as he stroked himself—letting you watch.

"That pretty little mouth of yours can’t even find the words, huh?" His voice was thick with amusement, his eyes locked on you. "That’s alright, baby… I’d rather have it wrapped around my cock anyway."

Your whimper was embarrassingly loud as he approached you, his hand slipping on your ass, and he chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your ear. ""Say it.'' His voice was rough, commanding. "Say you want Daddy to fuck you.”

Your breath hitched, shame burning at your skin, but the need-the sheer, aching desperation-was stronger. "I -" You swallowed hard, gripping at his forearms,

fingers barely able to wrap around the thick muscles there. "I want Daddy to fuck me.

Yunho’s cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, watching you with dark, hooded eyes. His other hand was between your legs, two thick fingers buried inside your dripping cunt, stretching you open.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his deep voice dripping with hunger as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot that had your legs trembling. “Taking my fingers so well. Gonna feel so fucking good when I finally stretch you around my cock.”

Your whimper only made his smirk deepen. He pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them against your walls before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing them against your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed instantly, parting your lips, letting him slide his fingers inside. The taste of yourself flooded your tongue, and Yunho groaned, watching as you sucked them clean, his cock twitching tall against his stomach.

“Fuck,” he growled, gripping the back of your head. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

He guided you down onto all fours between his spread thighs, his other hand still trailing between your legs, fingers teasing your swollen clit as he positioned you right in front of his cock. It was thick, flushed, the veins standing out as he stroked himself, making sure you saw just how big he was.

“Look at it, baby,” he murmured, the head of his cock brushing against your lips. “You’re gonna take your time with this, yeah? Let Daddy teach you how to suck it just right.”

You nodded, your breath warm against his cock as you hesitantly parted your lips. Yunho guided you with firm hands, his fingers threading through your hair as you took the swollen tip into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he groaned, tilting his head back as you wrapped your lips around him. “Fuck, yeah—just like that.”

His fingers between your legs moved in slow, lazy circles, teasing your clit as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper. He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening in your hair as he resisted the urge to thrust into your mouth.

“Relax your throat,” he murmured, voice strained. “Take more, baby. You can do it.”

You obeyed, inching down further, your tongue running along the prominent veins on the underside of his cock. Yunho let out a deep, shuddering breath, his hips twitching as he groaned, “Fuck—just like that.”

His fingers between your thighs finally pushed back inside you, stretching you open again as he fucked them into you in time with the slow, messy bob of your head. “God, you’re such a good fucking girl for me,” he panted, watching you take him, watching the way your thighs trembled from his touch.

His breathing grew ragged, his grip in your hair tightening as you swirled your tongue over the slit of his cock, tasting the salty precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, and a rough groan ripped from his throat.

“Gonna come,” he warned, voice wrecked, his cock throbbing on your tongue. “You gonna swallow like a good girl?”

You moaned around him, and that was it.

Yunho cursed, his muscles tensing as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. His grip on your hair loosened as he shuddered through it, his breath heavy and uneven.

You swallowed it all, licking your lips as you pulled back, and Yunho groaned at the sight, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. “Fuck, that was so hot,” he muttered, pulling you up onto the bed before pushing your back against the mattress.

His hands were rough as they gripped your thighs, spreading you open once more. His cock was still hard, still thick, still glistening from your mouth, and he smirked as he rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance.

“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmured, teasing you, pressing just the head inside before pulling back. “But we’re not done yet.”

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles as he grinned down at you.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Yunho hovered over you, his large hands spreading your thighs wide, his body radiating warmth as he settled between them. His cock was thick and hard, the head already pressing gently against your entrance, teasing, testing.

His eyes were dark with restraint, his breathing heavy as he ran his hands up your sides, smoothing over your ribs, your stomach, before cupping your jaw with a gentleness that had your heart skipping. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, voice softer now, coaxing. “Gonna take my time with you.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, swallowing your nervous breath before slowly, slowly pushing inside.

The stretch was instant, overwhelming, burning and pleasurable all at once. Your fingers dug into his biceps, nails pressing into the thick veins running along his forearms as he worked himself deeper, stopping every few inches to let you adjust.

“Shh, I got you,” he soothed, lips brushing over your temple, his breath warm against your skin. His voice was a quiet hum of restraint, but his cock was throbbing inside you, twitching like he was holding himself back from burying himself to the hilt.

But then you gasped, body trembling as he pushed a little more, and Yunho froze, groaning as he realized—you still couldn’t even take half of him.

He pulled back just enough to watch, his gaze dark, hungry, as you struggled to take him. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

His thumb traced over your clit—soft, teasing, not nearly enough. "Look at you," he murmured, voice rich with amusement. "Can’t even take half, huh? So damn tight… but don’t worry, baby—" his smirk deepened as he pressed in just a little more— "we’ll fix that."

You whimpered, thighs twitching as he pulled out just a bit, rubbing the thick head against your soaked entrance before pushing back in, just a little deeper this time. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled, his voice like warm honey laced with sin. “I’m gonna make it fit.”

His lips found yours, kissing you slow, deep, as he rolled his hips, easing himself deeper, inch by inch. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, teasing your nipples, rubbing slow circles into your thigh. Every movement was designed to coax you open, to make you crave more.

The burn turned into pleasure, the ache shifting into something dangerously addictive. Yunho groaned when you finally relaxed around him, his cock sinking deeper, his restraint thinning as your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.

But just as he found his rhythm, just as he was kissing you slow, touching you sweetly— you decided to push him.

Your lips curled into the smallest, brattiest smirk, and you clenched down tight around him, rolling your hips up just slightly, even though it had you gasping from the intense stretch.

Yunho froze.

His breath stuttered, his muscles tensing beneath your hands. For a long second, he didn’t move. Just stared down at you, the flickering candlelight catching the veins on his arms, his neck, his cock buried deep inside you.

And then he let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh?” His voice was different now—darker, deeper, rougher.

His grip on your thighs tightened, his thumbs pressing into your skin, and then, with zero warning, he snapped his hips forward, slamming himself deeper, forcing you to take all of him.

A strangled moan ripped from your throat, your back arching off the bed as the pleasure hit you like a fucking freight train.

“Thought you were struggling a second ago,” Yunho gritted out, his voice thick with amusement. His hands slid up your stomach, his fingertips brushing over your nipples, tweaking, teasing. “But now you’re acting like a little brat.”

He pulled out just enough before slamming back in, his restraint snapping thread by thread as he watched you fall apart beneath him.

"You want it rough, baby?" Yunho’s voice was a low growl, his teeth grazing your jaw—dangerously close to sinking in. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching you open inch by inch.

"That’s it… take it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His cock dragged against your walls, thick, unrelenting, before he pulled back just enough to make you whimper.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart…" His smirk was pure sin as he thrust in again, slow but firm. "Daddy's gonna take care of you, make you feel so full.”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer.

Yunho’s hips slammed into yours, fucking you deep, hard, relentless—his hands gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head as his mouth found your breasts, biting, marking you everywhere.

His control was gone.

And you?

You had asked for this. Yunho had snapped.

The second you clenched around him—tight, desperate, involuntary—he lost every ounce of restraint.

His large hands gripped your thighs, forcing them even wider as he sank deeper, inch by devastating inch. You were so small compared to him, and fuck, the way your body struggled to take him made him groan deep in his chest.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice dark, rough with restraint. “So fucking tight—” He rolled his hips forward, pressing even deeper, making sure you felt every single inch of him. “Your little pussy wasn’t made for something this big, was it?”

Your breath hitched, fingers gripping onto his strong, veined forearms like they were your only anchor. The stretch was intense, burning, dizzying, but it was so good. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering, trembling beneath him.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, his huge hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over your parted lips. “Barely able to take me… but still trying to act like a little brat?”

You whimpered, your body tightening around him again, and Yunho groaned, jaw clenching as his cock throbbed inside you.

“Shit—” His grip tightened, veins bulging beneath his tan skin, muscles flexing as he held himself back. You were too fucking tight. Too untouched, unclaimed— and that only made his control slip even more.

He nudged against your cervix, the pressure sending a sharp wave of pleasure-pain through you, and you gasped, back arching beneath him.

And Yunho? He felt it. Every little clench, every tiny tremor. And it was driving him fucking crazy.

Your moan was helpless, needy, completely wrecked.

Yunho groaned again, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. “Fuck—you’re sucking me in so tight.”

And then—you did it again.

Clenching around him, squeezing down, teasing, despite the fact that you could barely handle him.

His hands slid up your stomach, teasing, slow, fingertips brushing over your breasts before wrapping around your throat, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him.

“You gonna cry for me, baby?” he murmured, mocking, teasing. “Can’t handle how deep Daddy is?”

The title sent another sharp pulse through your core, and Yunho felt it immediately.

His jaw clenched, his thick cock twitching inside you. “Oh, fuck–, you like that?” His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, just enough to make your breath stutter. “Like having my cock stretch you open? Like knowing I’m the first—the only—man who’ll ever break you in?”

You whimpered, head spinning, drowning in the filth of it all.

Then, with one smooth, effortless motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his strong hands pressing into your back, keeping you pinned.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he rasped, voice rough, desperate, on the edge of losing it completely. “Wanted to be fucked properly?”

He pulled out just to slam back in, forcing you to take him deeper than ever, stretching you in ways you never thought possible.

Your moan was wrecked, broken, completely fucked-out.

“That’s it,” Yunho groaned, snapping his hips forward, his thick cock pressing against the deepest part of you. “Take it, baby. Take all of it.”

His grip on your hips was bruising, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you with long, deep strokes, each one knocking the air from your lungs.

With one hand, he gripped your waist, lifting it slightly as he rolled his hips into you, the sensation of him pressing against you was intoxicating. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts deliberate and deep, letting you feel every inch of him as he sank into you.

His other hand traveled down your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin before finding your clit. The moment he began to rub slow, teasing circles, you gasped, your body responding instinctively.

“Y-Yunho,” you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched by him and the pleasure building within you.

“Just let it happen,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You can take it.”

You could feel the pressure building, both from his relentless thrusting and his skilled fingers working over your clit, drawing you closer to the edge. The combination was too much, and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks as he held you down, completely at his mercy.

“That's it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well for me.”

As his fingers worked faster, you felt yourself teetering on the brink, the overwhelming pleasure washing over you in intoxicating waves.

Yunho's fingers moved skillfully over your clit, the pressure inside you began to build, overwhelming your senses. Each thrust of his hips was deep and relentless, pushing you closer to an edge you had never known before.

“Oh, god,” you gasped, feeling the tight coil of pleasure tighten in your core. It was building, growing more intense with each movement, and you could hardly believe what was happening. This was your first orgasm, and it felt like everything was about to explode.

“Just let go, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging, like a siren calling you closer to the waves. “I know you can do it. You’re so close.”

With one final, deliberate thrust, his fingers increased their pace, and suddenly, the pressure released. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body shaking as you felt the orgasm wash through you for the first time. It was intense, all-consuming, and it left you breathless, your vision blurring as you gasped for air.

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, his voice thick with desire. “That’s it. You did so well.”

But he didn’t relent. Instead, he rolled his hips faster and deeper, pushing you through the aftershocks of your release. His grip on your neck was firm but gentle, guiding you as he moved. Each thrust was powerful, hitting a spot inside you that made you moan uncontrollably.

“Feel how good you are for me,” he encouraged, his voice a mixture of roughness and sweetness. “You’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it.”

The combination of his praise and the relentless rhythm of his hips sent you spiraling again, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.

Then, with a low growl, Yunho shifted his grip, holding you closer, and you could feel the intensity of his own need as he began to fill you up completely. The sensation of him deep inside you was overwhelming, and you could barely contain the pleasure that surged through your body once more.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his breath scorching your skin as he moved against you. “You were made for me, baby. I’m gonna make you remember every inch of me inside you.”

With that, he thrust harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him, every thrust, as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies. You were his, completely and utterly, and as he filled you up, you couldn’t help but surrender to the pleasure.

As Yunho continued to thrust into you, the sensations were overwhelming. Each movement was deep and precise, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could barely think straight, lost in the moment—until the sound of his phone ringing broke through the haze.

He paused, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he glanced at the screen. The color drained from his face for a moment, replaced by a smirk. “Just when I thought I had you all to myself,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

With a finger pressed to your lips, he held your gaze. “It’s my daughter,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “And she’s calling. But you’re going to stay quiet while I talk.”

Your heart raced at the implication, the thrill of being caught in such an intimate moment mixed with urgency. He held you in place, his grip on your waist firm as he pressed his phone to his ear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice shifting to a comforting tone, softly thrusting into you. “Yeah, sorry, the signal here is awful. I’m good, just… busy around the house.”

As he spoke, he kept his pace, slower but no less intense. He kept your hips pinned down, the rhythm of his movements steady. You had to bite your lip to keep from making a sound, the pleasure building within you again.

“I’m with a friend,” he continued, glancing down at you with a wicked smile. “Yeah, she’s fine… watching a movie, just a little preoccupied. ”

The way he emphasized the last word sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you struggled to suppress your moans. Each thrust drew you closer to the edge, and the combination of his words and movements was driving you wild. The feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed, yet entirely under his control, sent shivers down your spine.

Yunho leaned down closer to you, his breath warm against your ear as he continued to talk. “I’ll call you back in a bit, okay? Just need to take care of something,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “Love you.”

As he ended the call, his eyes locked onto yours and how you looked over your shoulder at him, the teasing glint in them igniting a fire in your belly. “You did so well, baby,” he said, breathless.

With that, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more demanding and urgent as you struggled to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. You could feel the pressure building within you, every deep thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you. The thrill of being caught, mixed with the electric tension in the air, had you teetering on the edge of another release.

“Isn’t this fun?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “You, here, all mine.. taking my cock so well, while my daughter thinks I’m just busy with a friend. How naughty of you.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, the thrill of being in this secret, intimate space where nothing else mattered but the two of you. You wanted to respond, to beg him for more, but he held you firmly, the weight of his body pressing you down into the mattress.

“Can you keep quiet for me?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “I want to hear you hold back, feel you tighten around me.”

You nodded, the pressure of his hips against yours nearly overwhelming. It was all you could do to keep quiet as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your body responding instinctively to his every thrust.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “You’re doing so well. Just a little longer.”

But as he spoke, he slowed his movements, teasing you, drawing it out. His fingers grazed your waist, the sensation both grounding and electrifying. You could feel him hovering over you, the heat radiating from his body as he watched your every reaction.

“"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rich with lust, laced with something almost reverent. His grip tightened as he rolled his hips, slow, deliberate. "You’re already so close… I can feel it—the way you're gripping me, holding me so tight."

You wanted to respond, to tell him just how close you were, but you knew you had to hold back. The thrill of the moment only intensified the pleasure, and with each deliberate thrust, he was pushing you to your limits.

“Let’s see how long you can take it,” he teased, his hands gripping your hips as he began to pick up the pace again, harder and deeper.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, and you could feel your resolve weakening. The mix of desire and restraint was intoxicating, and with each movement, he drew you closer to that blissful edge once more.

“You’re doing so, so well, baby…” he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. “You can do it, baby. Just keep quiet for me, mm?”

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips, pushed you further toward the edge, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped your lips. Yunho’s eyes darkened with desire, and you knew he could feel how close you were.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided playfully. “No sounds. You promised.”

With that, he thrust deeper, his movements becoming more frantic, the urgency building between you as he closed in on his own release. You could feel the tension crackling in the air, and you knew you were both reaching that point of no return.

He held you tightly, his breath ragged as he whispered sweet praises in your ear. “You’re incredible, baby. Taking my cock so, so well…”

Your body responded to him instinctively, tightening around him as if begging for release. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you in this moment, lost in each other.

“Can you feel that?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You’re driving me wild. I’m not stopping until we both finish..”

With renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into you with a delicious intensity. The sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, echoing the rhythm of your bodies intertwined.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you come around me. Show me how good you are.”

And just like that, the dam broke. Whatever restraint you had within you to not make a sound, to not cum and scream, it shattered. The waves of pleasure crashed over you, overwhelming and all-consuming. You gasped, moans and whimpers escaping your rapidly rising chest, your body shaking as you surrendered to the bliss of your orgasm, the world around you blurring into nothing.

Yunho’s thrusts didn’t relent; instead, he chased his own orgasm, driving deeper into you, and the sensation pushed you even higher. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and need.

As your body pulsed around him, you felt him tighten his grip on you, a low growl escaping his lips as he finally lost himself in you. His cum filled you completely, the sensation igniting a final spark of pleasure that sent shivers through your entire being.

In those moments, as you both rode out the waves of pleasure together, the world outside faded away completely. It was just you and him, tangled in each other, both left breathless and completely satisfied.

As you lay there, wrapped in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy, Yunho brushed his fingers softly over your back, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You did amazing,” he said, his voice tender and filled with warmth. “I knew you were special.”

You looked up at him, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest, and with a teasing smile, you whispered, “this is going to be a looong summer…” and a chuckle followed, Yunho smiling at you.

“Yeah, indeed-” he paused for a second, a thought running through his mind. “Ah, I completely forgot.. my daughter is not going to be home for a whooole week, sweetie. She has some sort of trip with his boyfriend's family.. I don't know. How do you feel about that, hm?” he wrapped you in his embrace, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.

“I- oh.” you managed to mumble, puppy-like eyes looking up at him, eagerly waiting for that week to come as he smiled at you.

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Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Choi Jongho, Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Fluff, Red String of Fate, Soulmates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, How Do I Tag, nothing too sad, or angsty, This is half a word vomit and half an actual story, :P, Chatting & Messaging, There's a surprisingly large amount of that, Flower Language, Most of the angst is them working through their insecurities, Stray Kids make an appearance, Curses, Memory Loss, Sickfic, Slightly - Freeform, Running Away Summary:

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TAGS ; hongjoong is a squirrel, angst - comfort, mentions of losing home, hurricane/storm, might be a bit messy at the beginning but it comes together trustt

Kenya was fresh in her new home, just an hour away from her parents when a hurricane decided to emerge and begin its path towards her city. She didn’t have a single speck of salvageable food in her house. It had barely been a full week since she moved in, she was still unpacking and the job she applied for hadn’t responded yet. The neighbors were friendly and loved her, so she had some small snacks and a cake from the little welcome party they held. She lived off of that during the small unpacking break she gave herself. For meals, she had been getting takeout for the past few days. To make matters worse, the television hadn’t arrived yet, so she never got the three day notice. If it weren’t for one of her neighbors alerting her, she would’ve been outside just as it passed by. If this hurricane was as bad as the last, she was doomed because of how underprepared she was. She would either lose her home, becoming broke and lonely or go back to where she was born. There was no way she would be going back to the controlling home she just escaped from.

Hongjoong had known the hurricane was on its way a few days before the rest of the humans did, even from his spot in the tree in front of Kenya’s new home. The problem, was that he had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to be dragged far, far away by the wind again, but he wasn’t about to try and get into a shelter far, far away from the tree. Not when he was so close to finding his parents. He usually stayed with the nice, old couple who resided in the house in front of his tree. However, the day that young adults, who he could guess were relatives, started coming over to clear out the home, he knew what would happen. They got inside a car and never returned, but not before bidding him adieu with rubs and snacks. Those were the only nice humans he met. The rest of them either stared at him unsettlingly, called him ‘sandy cheeks’, tried to catch him, or tried to chase him away. So, he didn’t like to approach humans that much.

He was going to keep his peace and avoid her as well, until one particular day. She had received a crate of strawberries from a neighbor who ‘didn’t have enough space in her fridge’, and she took them inside. That neighbor was the one who notified her about the incoming danger. The lady had offered her a safer place to stay, but the girl refused. He thought that it would be his last time seeing her from so close for the day, but she came back out with one in her hand. She had noticed the red squirrel looking from the top of the tree and wanted to try and feed him. If it was possible, maybe even bring him into her house. She didn’t want him to be swept away by the ferocious winds or struck by the flashing lightning. Even though as a child she was scolded for being friendly with animals, she wanted to at least try. She was told that sometimes, the animals could be hybrids and that those things are creeps. She didn’t believe any of their words, it only spurred her on to try and find one rather than adopting. Now, with those words, she wanted to allow him in even more in the case that he was human.

That day, she walked outside with a strawberry in her hand. She saw the squirrel about to climb up the tree, staring at her cautiously as she approached. To get it to put its guard down, she crouched down to give herself a smaller stature. She took baby steps, slow and tiny until his tail was twitching and she crouched right in front of him. Holding out the strawberry to him, murmuring, “Here,” she watched as the critter hastily took the strawberry and scurried back to the tree. That was Hongjoong’s first time having something sweet in a while. He watched as she smiled softly, ensuring that the cute squirrel ate the strawberry before heading back inside. She would use that as her tactic. She was always warned to never feed animals, or else they’ll be attached to her. However, now she wanted that outcome.

The interaction both worked in her favor, and it made him feel more comfortable with the plan he was about to attempt.

An hour after he watched her leave the house, the girl returned with her car door open, bringing in bags of groceries. He knew that she was preparing for the hurricane that would occur iim nearly six hours. She had a few cases of bottled waters left in her car, which she was struggling to carry and bring inside. Her body was already sore from all the unpacking and traveling back and forth, which made it no easier. As he saw her heaving, trudging back out to grab the second case, he emerged from behind the tree trunk and stood in front of her. She paused seeing the squirrel staring up at her, tail twitching.

After she blinked, a young man with dull, red hair and wide eyes was peering at her. He was about an inch taller than her, and she couldn’t miss the tiny ears on his head or the huge, puffy tail behind him. He opened his mouth, closed it again in hesitation, opened it again and spoke. “D-Do you n-need help?”

Seeing the way she stared at him, mumbling, “Uh..”, he was about to retrace his tracks and die of embarrassment, but she finally responded. Shaking off the shock she felt, she gave a nod and a hum. Some people owned hybrids, but she had never talked to one personally. She hadn’t really seen one, other than the police dogs that visited her school years ago. The squirrel-man instantly went to work, grabbing the case of waters and heading inside to find where she placed the other. He was internally scolding himself for doing it so awkwardly.

Once her car was empty, before he could execute his plan she did it for him. “Do you have a home? Do you need to stay with me during the hurricane..?” She decided to take the chance and ask while she could.

“Yes..” He mumbled, happy she offered first so he wouldn’t have to ask. He knew that squirrel hybrids were uncommon, so he didn’t want to seem weird. As she led him into her house, he spoke timidly. “T-Thank you for the strawberry earlier…”

She smiled, taking one out the container she was moving out of the fridge. She gave it to him. “You’re welcome. Make sure you wash it off.” He went straight to the sink to run it under the water. After a few brief seconds, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth, leaves and all. She chuckled at the sight. “You can have one any time you want.” He stood there fiddling with his fingers as she filled the fridge and cabinets with necessities. When she stood and began walking, he trailed behind her as well.

She went to the windows to close the shutters, and he spoke as he looked at the tree he spent most of his day burrowed inside of. “Thank you so much for letting me stay.. I’ll sleep out here, and I’ll be good, I swear..” He knew that some, if not, all humans doubted hybrids like him. They only trusted cats and dogs, yet barely even those species.

“Make yourself comfortable... Did I get your name?” She questioned, appreciating how he wasn’t going to try anything. She didn’t think he would be so ill-spirited even after the little snacks she gave him anyways.

“Hongjoong… Yours?” He watched as she went into a nearby bag, fishing out a laptop.

“Kenya. Is there anything you want to do..? Sorry, but I don’t have a TV yet.” She trailed off. She would’ve offered him her laptop to watch something, but she couldn’t trust a stranger with access to such sensitive information. Even if she watched it with him, she had plans on taking a shower so she really had no idea what to offer him during his stay. She was freshly an adult in her own house, so she was new to having guests over.

“Not really, I was planning on napping during the hurricane..” He said, hoping his body would go along with that plan. He could sleep for over half a day if he was tired enough, so he deliberately stayed up during the last few nights. If he went to sleep now and entered that deep sleep, it would be nearly impossible for the thunder to stir him awake. He felt rude for invading her house just to completely ignore her, but she didn’t seem to mind. They were technically neighbors, so he had many chances to speak to her anyways.

“Oh, okay. I had the same idea.” She said, continuing with, “Let me know if you need anything..” She trailed off as her feet took her towards the stairs. She took a quick trip to grab him a cover and pillow, before she notified him of the location of the bathroom and finally got comfortable in her bed. Before she fell asleep, she did hear him getting up and meddling in the kitchen. Her ears told her he was going to get strawberries, possibly to help him fall asleep.

The house finally settled down, the hurricane quietly beginning its course. During the night, she was awakened by the sound and feeling of light shuffling and quiet sniffles and hiccups. Alongside that, the fierce winds, aggressive thunder, and pattering rain of a hurricane. She felt a new body underneath her covers, trembling violently. She took a moment to recover from her sleepy state, the sound of thunder and rain about to lull her back to sleep. It was all comforting to her, but it seemed the opposite for the squirrel behind her. She turned towards him, his head lifting as he muttered small apologies. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll.. I’ll go back.. I-I just..”

She stopped him before he could leave, lightly placing a hand on his shivering shoulder. She didn’t want him to leave just yet. She knew that some people had anxiety with storms like this, and she wasn’t upset with that. He could see the worry etched in her face clearly, yet she could barely see her own hand in the darkness of the room. “Is everything okay?” Her voice came out, gentle and slightly raspy with sleep.

“Y-Yes.. I-I just.. don’t like the storm.. I don’t want to be alone..” He stuttered, his voice high with small sobs in between his words. He mumbled the last words. She cupped his cheek with one hand, wiping his tears softly. With the other, she lightly combed his hair out of his face. She hoped it was comforting him. She wasn’t used to being around hybrids.

“It’s okay.. I won’t leave you alone.. Nothing will happen..” She whispered, cradling his head in her arms. He buried his face in her chest. She had could guess what happened to make him so panicked in a situation like this, due to her observations. She was tempted to ask and confirm, but she kept her mouth shut. He would be the one to decide whether or not to tell her.

He sobbed for a bit longer, before the noises were reduced to sniffles and slow breathing. She had fallen back asleep herself, yet he didn’t even notice because he was content with just her presence. He had been alone for so long, he forgot how it felt to be cared for. The two slept in the bed peacefully until the morning, when the hurricane had passed by their area. It was still raining a bit, but it had moved into the next city.

She woke up before he did, untangling herself from his limbs and going straight to the restroom. He had started clinging to her body as he slept, instead of just a light hug. After she finished her business in the bathroom, she decided it wouldn’t harm to take a quick shower. As she grabbed her clothes, she saw that he didn’t stir after she unintentionally closed the drawers roughly. She didn’t think he would be awake for a while. She never saw him outside his tree at this hour, so she concluded that he slept for long hours of the day.

After cleaning herself, she visited the room again to find him laid on his back, eyes open. He turned when she entered, staring at her for a moment before waving.

“Morning.” She murmured in response. “I’m going to cook breakfast. Is french toast okay?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. A minute and a trip to the bathroom later, the squirrel had joined the girl in the kitchen. He watched as she cooked, flipping the bread on the pan onto the other side.

“Sorry about last night..” He started, feeling the need to apologize. Even though she was completely inviting, allowing him to stay without a problem, he still felt like he was invading her quiet life.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I know that animals can hate storms, and just loud noises in general.” She reassured him, placing the bread on a plate. She never had a pet herself, but she recalled friends telling her how terrified their dogs are whenever it’s a holiday that involves fireworks. She placed another slice of bread on the pan, letting it cook as she talked to him.

“Thank you.. It’s just.. I lost my family during the last hurricane a few months ago… ” He started, staring blankly at the french toast as she decorated it with whipped cream and strawberries. He was used to explaining this to other animals, hoping they’d seen them somewhere. “Our tree fell down, and the winds and flood took me..” He took a breath, “I haven’t seen them since.”

“Do you want me to help you find them..?” She asked hesitantly. She didn’t know if he would take that in the wrong way, she hoped not.

He watched as she flipped the bread around, “Would you really?” He didn’t think that a human would really have the time or patience to be searching for three little squirrels.

“Yes. I need the company, anyway. Also, you seem to know the area better so a tour guide wouldn’t be too bad.” She joked, winking as she handed him the french toast.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And for the food too, thank you.” He stuttered, taking the food happily. He was so excited to indulge in this plate. He never tasted whipped cream before. He could only stare at the desserts through the windows of the cafes he passed by. “I think.. I’ll go back to the tree when I finish.. Just let me know when you have time to go.”

“I will, and don’t worry. You’re free to come over anytime if you need anything.” She said while adding her own toppings onto her french toast. She smiled at first out of politeness, but it became genuine when she realized how easily she made a new friend, especially for a hybrid. It told her that she would be fine in this new neighborhood.

While eating, she learned that Hongjoong had been living, searching, and exploring in the area for about a year, so he knew the place pretty well. That meant that while searching for his family, he could also be giving her a tour of the city. With this knowledge, the two made the decision to start off sooner, the next day.

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﹒ ◠ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀᴏɪᴅꜱ ⊹ ﹒

Zuri and her best friend, Danielle fall in love with Jung Wooyoung at the same time. All the conflict and drama avoided came pouring down when the boy made his choice between the two.

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TEASER || 3/19/25

01 - PARTY || 3/31/25

02 - APOLOGY || 4/11/25

03 - THE CALM B4 THE STORM || coming soon!

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﹒ ◠ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ⊹ ﹒

Kim Hongjoong, who produces for his own group, is having trouble brainstorming. A fellow idol tells him about the rumor of a genie-angel, residing in a national park.

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Salacia and Riki end up trapped on ATEEZ’s ship, this encounter being the trigger of their story. The pirates and mermaids end up unable to escape each other.

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SERIES/DRABBLES ; 02

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ANITEEZ

Kenya, determined to escape all of the trouble surrounding her, begins a new life. She was an adult, so she finally decided to take control of herself. She moved into a new apartment, immediately busying herself with work. Although unplanned, she ended up allowing eight hybrids into her home.

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GUARD DOGS

Kiki’s father, tied up in the same gangster business as his own parents, has a priority to keep his little girl away from it all. To break this ‘generational trauma’ he buys eight dogs to guard her and their home.

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Kang Yeosang, stressed out with his mind disoriented, runs into a fairy who lived near the tree where he always emptied his mind.

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Jung Wooyoung, full of regret, runs into the girl he was forced to abandon as children.

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WARNINGS ; small like really tiny mention of drugs, violence, and sa if you squint, a lil bit of kissing .

“We’re late for the party, come on..”

San grumbled, his wide shoulders barely fitting through Zuri’s front door. He followed behind her, clad in his varsity jacket. She had one of her own, sitting on the chair and being picked up by San. She was one of the seniors in the sports medicine team, so she was given one as well. That was the reason for this party, but she didn’t seem to be rushing. Not only was it Wooyoung’s birthday, but also the end of the football season, and the seniors wanted to celebrate all of their wins. Both events were being combined to the same day. Why wasn’t she late too? That was because this party was for the football players. Although sports medicine did play an important role in the player’s wellbeing, they were often overlooked. Also, it was at Wooyoung’s house. She was friends with him and San, but not exactly in their friend group. She had her own little circle.

“Shut up, it’s literally next door.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. “And it’s just you who’s late.” She added, making her way back into the bathroom. She wasn’t the one late to this party, she wasn’t even meant to be going. He just forced brought her along, thinking she needed some fun in her quiet life.

“I know, but-“ San tried to say, but she interrupted him. He wasn’t hurt by her sharp tone. He knew that she was just focused on her complicated makeup. He also wasn’t sensitive. He could handle a lot, rarely showing any vulnerability. They were all like that. She was happy she could say and do anything and he wouldn’t be butthurt.

“Just go, I don’t need you to walk in with me.” She was getting so frustrated with her makeup, she was spouting things she would regret. Her nerves were wrecked when it had anything to do with socializing and attention being on her. Even if it were just for a few seconds of people wondering who the newcomer was.

He snickered, knowing she didn’t mean that. She rarely went to any parties, and she struggled in crowds sometimes. Even as a senior who was dragged attended parties with San and her other best friend, Danielle, since her freshman year, she could never get used to it. Her two best friends were always there for her, even though she always had to be the one dragging them off of some random hookup they found in the vast selection of high school party people.

The minute she finally got her eyeliner right, she dipped her thumb in her face paint palette she owned, tracing an orange and black streak on each of her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose. She did the same for San. She rinsed off her hands, looking to grab her her sweater so they could go. She saw it held out in San’s grip, who was trying to help her put it on. It fit snug on her body, matching with the tiny black shorts she wore over her bikini. “What a gentleman.” She said sarcastically in response to the kind gesture. She grabbed her purse, finally heading to the front door, where she could hear the music booming through the walls. However, before she went all the way she needed to snap a few pictures of her outfit for Danielle. She had a body mirror near the door.

He slid past her, opening the door for her. She rolled her eyes again, biting her lip as the corner of her mouth twitched. He knocked on the door right next to hers, only needing to take a few steps before reaching it. Just as he knocked, her phone pinged with a few new messages. She looked down at it, seeing that Danielle responded.

danii ‼️ ; damn cutieee 😻😻

danii ‼️ ; don’t steal my man neoww

z ; girl he was never yo

She stopped typing and deleted it, realizing what she was about to say. She needed to control herself. Just because they both liked the same person and Dani didn’t even know, didn’t mean she could say that. She would never let a boy, especially not like him ruin such a good friendship.

z ; lmfao thank youu 💕

z ; i wont girll ill just talk to him like u asked

Her phone was suddenly snatched from her hands, making her look up. She gave a stank face, fully expecting to see San but she was met with Wooyoung. Her expression changed into surprise, and then back to a stank face as she looked at the hand holding her phone up high out of reach. “Bro,” She muttered, seeing that dumb smirk he always had as she reached up to grab it. Unsurprisingly, she failed, her tippy toes not helping at all.

He finally spoke after a few weak shoves and calls of his name. “Come on shorty, not even gonna say hi?”

“Hi, Wooyoung. Can I get my phone now?” She grumbled, trying her best not to seem too secretive about what she had on there. He would become curious and nosy. He didn’t need to see the texts about him between her and Danielle.

When she tried reaching again, she was pulled into a hug, her arm around his neck so she could keep her balance. During this short, but tight hug Wooyoung finally gave her the phone. He also said in her ear, “Thanks for coming, pretty girl.” She pulled away right after, trying her best to hide her flushed face. She masked it with annoyance, walking to San who watched with an amused look. He could see right through her.

“Yeah, happy birthday.” She grumbled, careful not to make eye contact. Acting annoyed was one thing she did to escape situations like this. She walked right into the house, San following behind her and lightly guiding her by the waist. As the door closed, Wooyoung yelled out which instantly brought more life to the party. The noise and dancing increased, San careful to keep her grounded and focused on getting through the crowd. He led her to the kitchen, where the drinks and snacks resided. He greeted many people, but made sure to keep moving so she could find her little secure spot in the house before she got overwhelmed.

In the kitchen, they found Hongjoong, who was tending to the drinks and snacks and basically acting as security with Seonghwa. They were starting to tidy up, wanting to keep it as clean as possible before they left to the pool. The two resolved any fights, and investigated any suspicious activities. You would think that no drugs would be found in a high school full of teenagers, but KQ was a small public school which meant that nearly anyone could get in, and punishments were small. It was too often that someone from another bigger school infiltrated and caused unnecessary trouble. Sometimes, that trouble would be an innocent girl taken advantage of or sudden fights outside of school. They could only afford to manage one sport, football. KQ was so small that they were often targeted by private schools, such as JYP and HYBE. Whether it was small beef such as competition in sports, or that turned into one-sided personal beef, they were preyed on. Although it was usually just students, sometimes it went to the lengths of attempted sabotaging between staff.

While Zuri was gazing out the window, watching most the party transfer into the backyard, she suddenly felt something cold and wet on her face. She flinched, dragged out of her daze. San was pressing a cup of fruit punch poured by Hongjoong to her cheek. She glared at him, grabbing it and taking a sip.

“Wanna go outside now?” San asked, getting a nod in return. “Mhm, lemme go say hi..” He murmured, dragging her over to another one of his friends. His friend, Mingi, was surrounded by a group of girls. Zuri wasn’t looking directly at him, finding it extremely awkward. She wasn’t the type to swaddle around one guy at a party, not in the way these girls were at least. Not only that, but they were somehow glaring at her and giving San heart eyes at the same time.

Mingi was thinking that Zuri was one of the girls at first, but when he finally recognized the braids, he was surprised. “San, is that Zuri?” He questioned, confirming that the introvert was there without her bestest friend, Danielle. She was fine with San, but she felt the best with Dani, only because San often went off to hang out with his friends.

“Yup, say hi, Zuri!” San teased her, grabbing her by her shoulders. He turned her to face Mingi, grabbing her arm and waving it like she was a baby incapable of making a simple gesture. She just stared at Mingi blankly, something he was used to, before she escaped San’s grasp. She turned her back to him, starting to walk away. San didn’t miss how she didn’t actually go until she felt his presence behind her.

After taking a quick trip into Wooyoung’s locked room to drop off their belongings, they headed straight for the pool. While San jumped in, she sat on the concrete with just her legs inside. It was too cold for her to get in so quickly. Her eyes immediately found Wooyoung’s, who smirked and looked away to continue his conversation with a random girl. He was fully in the pool, with just his arms on the concrete so he could speak. She noticed a tattoo on the nape of his neck. She only saw glimpses of it when helping him during games, but now she could see it clearly before he started turning towards her again, starting to head towards them. She quickly glanced away, acting like she was listening to San’s words. San knew she wasn’t.

When he made it over, he did that same pose, propped up next to her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, but she didn’t look until San noticed him. She acted like she had no idea he was there. They talked for a few minutes, including her in the conversation occasionally. San eventually left. both because he didn’t want her to feel like she’s being babysat and so she could ask about Danielle.

Wooyoung held eye contact with her quietly, that stupid smirk on his face. There was so much romantic tension between the two, everyone could feel it. “You’re so shy.” He finally commented, snickering. Those were words she heard often, but she knew it was true.

“I know. Everyone says that..” She mumbled, looking away. She fidgeted with the strings on the side of her bikini bottoms, suddenly feeling nervous. He mimicked her actions, playing with the one on the other side.

“What made you want to come? Your other friend isn’t here.” He asked, wondering if he would be corrected that she is here. He hoped not. She noticed that he seemed to not even know Danielle’s name, not a good sign.

She internally panicked, the words ‘So I can talk to you.’ nearly escaping her mouth. She couldn’t say that, even if she didn’t necessarily want to talk to him only because of Danielle. “San made me.” She settled with, earning a satisfied hum.

She struggled to find the words to focus on Danielle, carefully fidgeting with the strings. He wasn’t as cautious, tugging on it a bit too much. As she felt it loosening, she quickly grabbed it in a shock, getting a loud chuckle from Wooyoung. It didn’t attract any attention, drowned out by the noise of the party. He was tempted to keep pulling it, but he didn’t want to embarrass her like that and let her fix it. However, she still wasn’t safe from his teasing.

“Why won’t you get in?” Wooyoung asked, in that whiny voice he used when he was trying to annoy someone.

“Because, it’s too cold.” She said, her breath hitching as he suddenly crossed his arms, resting them on her knees.

“Come on, no it’s not..” He responded, suddenly wrapping his arms around her legs. He tugged her inside the pool, ignoring her yells. He pulled her completely in, even pulling her underneath and dumping their heads inside for a few seconds. San noticed the commotion and glanced at them with a smirk, knowing it was Wooyoung’s usual antics.

“You..” She breathed once above the water, his hands tucking her now messy and soaked braids behind her ears. She didn’t mind it being wet, she had plans on doing it the day after anyways.

Wooyoung was nearly laughing his ass off, melting away the attitude she tried to give. She couldn’t help but laugh with him as well. She cussed at him playfully, pushing him away. He kept his balance using her waist. “You’re so pretty..” He mumbled softly like it was nothing. She couldn’t hide her flushed face this time, his hands stopping hers from hiding her face.

He watched her laugh for a moment, before leaning in and placing a sudden kiss on her lips. Both of them went silent, her in shock, and him studying her reaction. He found no visible regret or disappointment, her face gaining a barely detectable tint of red.

He was nervous too, he didn’t know what got into him but he found himself hesitant leaning in again. He never felt that way when kissing a girl at a party.

He caught her lips with his, not moving until he felt her. No one knew other than Dani, but this was her first kiss. She had no idea what to do, and how to do it. However, referencing the few couples she walked in on at this party, she cupped his cheeks and lightly pressed her lips against his.

He took it slowly, noticing that she seemed new to this. He pulled her closer, tilting his head. It took him a lot of restraint not to get carried away. It usually took him a few seconds of talking to a girl before her back was on his bed, with him above her. He usually would have gotten to one by now, but he was here stealing the girl he swore to himself not to mess with’s first kiss.

Just as she got used to it, she thought about how excited she was to Danielle that she kissed Wooyoung. She kissed Wooyoung, Danielle’s crush.

She put her hands on his bare chest, lightly pushing him away. He noticed this and actually listened to it, pulling away. Not that he was didn’t like pulling away, but he was used to girls just feeling him up. He was more attentive to her, knowing what her intention was.

“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly. He saw how she rested her forehead on his chest, letting out a deep sigh. He cupped her head, knowing something was wrong.

“I.. I shouldn’t..” She mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Why?” He questioned, expecting it to be something about distractions during sports medicine. He usually wouldn’t pry if it was something more personal.

“Da-.. Someone else likes you.”

“Zuri, you do realize that-“ He started, finding that stupid. He could understand she hated being selfish, but too many people want him for her to care about that.

“No, it’s.. my friend..” She interrupted, correcting herself. He could finally understand where she was coming from.

“Oh. Well.. Do you like me though?” He asked, trying to find the words to say. He never experienced a situation where someone didn’t want him, but it felt necessary to make her want him for some reason. It was all so different, and wrong when it came to Zuri.

“Yes, obviously..” She mumbled, biting her lip. She could already guess what he was about to say.

“Just kiss me then. I’m only interested in you now, so even if you don’t want to it’s not like I’ll want to be with her.” He explained, his hands going back to their previous place on her waist.

“But.. I can’t do that to Danielle, she’s my best friend..” She mumbled mostly to herself, but he heard it. She didn’t even realize she said her name, which was what she wanted to avoid.

“Hey, you shouldn’t have to give up anything for her. She would be the dumb one if she let a guy like me ruin your friendship.” He said, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up so she would meet his eyes. He continued when she only stared at him, processing his words. “She’s dated tons of people, hasn’t she? She’ll be fine.”

He smiled seeing her face softening, the creases in her eyebrows and her frown fading away. She couldn’t help but give in, seeing how sincere he was about this. He looked serious for once, and he actually had a point. Danielle was always telling her that she would help her find a boyfriend, so she shouldn’t give it up the chance she did have for one. After years of yearning and feeling hurt and unloveable, she finally had the chance to feel loved.

She suddenly got a burst of confidence, connecting her lips back to his with a small kiss. He happily returned it, hugging her to his chest afterwards. “Thank you.” She mumbled.

POLAROIDS - 02

!! MASTERLIST !!

SALACIA - CAST

THE SEA CREATURES SPOTTED CLOSE TO SHORE ;

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE MERMAID OR SIREN? ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ SALACIA ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I.. I'm not sure where I belong.   ; ⟡"

23, Gemini

"Guardian of the Pearl Sea, Mermaid, Siren, Cia, Salad."

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE DISTANT BROTHER ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ RIKI ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, But sitting around is too boring- I'll be back later.   ; ⟡"

15, Sagittarius

"Guardian of Salacia, Mermaid, Siren."

THE PIRATES IN COMMAND ;

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE HELMSAN OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ KIM HONGJOONG ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, The Cromer. It's our main goal.   ; ⟡"

25, Aries

"Pirate King, Captain."

and

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE FIRST MATE OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ PARK SEONGHWA ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I'm not always mean, only when you're being idiotic. ; ⟡"

26, Aries

"Mars, Sir."

and

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE NAVIGATOR/BOATSWAIN OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ SONG MINGI ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, Captain, you're more talented with that, and the crew is kind of scared of me, so I think I would be better if I-      ; ⟡"

25, Leo

"Builderman, Compass, Captain Two."

THE PIRATES IN FIGHTING ;

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE GUNMAN OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ JEONG YUNHO ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I made an image for myself before this crew, my aim is just too good. ; ⟡"

25, Aquarius

"Django. Sniper."

and

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE SWORDSMAN OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ CHOI SAN ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I'll slice you into pieces, fuck around and find out.   ; ⟡"

25, Cancer

"Sword, Kitty."

THE PIRATES IN NECESSITIES ;

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE DOCTOR OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ KANG YEOSANG ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I.. I can't just let them die like that   ; ⟡"

25, Gemini

"Softie, Doc'."

and

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE COOK OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ JUNG WOOYOUNG ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, Come taste what I made! ; ⟡"

24, Sagittarius

"Chef."

and

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 THE ENTERTAINER OF ATEEZ ᰋ

-ˏˋ⋆ CHOI JONGHO ⋆ˊˎ-

"𝜗𝜚 ﹐, I'm just.. not affected by sirens. ; ⟡"

23, Libra

"Siren, Jongbear."

More to be introduced…

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WELCOME TO SALACIA

by minkiluva

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

format creds to @2SP3ARB'S "CONCRETE LOVE" on wattpad !!

!! MASTERLIST !!

3:42 AM

Youre in a position where your ass is up and your face is in the pillows with your hands behind your back cuffed with pink fuzzy handcuffs. Your moans are muffled by the pillow but you just cant help but scream out of pain. The feeling of yunhos huge cock stretching out your tight pussy makes your toes curl, the stinging pain your enduring makes your eyes roll. “Y-Yunho..please..i really cant...take it anymore.” You mumble into the pillow as he lifts his hand and smacks the underside of your ass, you jump in response of the stinging sensation. “Come on i know you have it in you baby.” You feel yourself drooling onto the pillow as your pussys getting stretched out by your boyfriend. "i-im trying my best but i...im gonna cum!" you say into the sheets while hes trying to keep silent but you can hear tiny groans coming out his lips. "im..really close princess." he says as he grabs a handfull of your hair and yanks your head back while his cock is two seconds away from releasing his kids inside your walls. "fuck please! im gon-" before you could even finish your sentence yunho releases his warm liquid right inside of you, a few seconds later you also release yourself while you can feel the mix of yours and his cum dripping out of your pussy. He takes his cock and taps it against your pussy a few more times before leaning down to lick the cum off of your flaps.

guys please wrap it before u tap it ^_^

A/N - guys this was so quick and not proof read whatsoever NTM! i wrote this at like..12:55 and finished in less than an HOUR WOOOOWOOOOPPPP but yeah appriciate this one cus i have smth REAL juicy for my hugh jackman girls AND my atinyzen girlies