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Genre: Fantasy
Rating: 18+
Characters: Ateez + OC
Ateez Pirate Au
Contains: Abductions, Violence, Magic, Smut, Dark Themes
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Rape (may have a scene, will mark chapters), Death, Suicidal Thoughts
AFF | AO3 | Wattpad
Synopsis 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
Lyra has spent her life trapped in silence.
Stolen as a child by a ruthless king, her magic and her voice were torn from her in a ritual she never understood. Forced into servitude under Princess Claria, she survives only by obeying, and enduring. But when she is sent to impersonate the princess at a noble heirs’ ball, she overhears a plot meant for Claria and becomes the target instead.
Her escape leads her straight into the hands of The Lost Bloods, a feared pirate crew who mistake her for the princess. Terrified and voiceless aboard their ship, the Aurora’s Veil, Lyra hides in the shadows, convinced she will be used or discarded like always.
Instead, she finds something she has never known: kindness.
When they finally discover she is not the princess but a girl stripped of her childhood and identity, everything changes. The injustice woven through Arafell runs deeper than any of them imagined, and Lyra becomes the fragile spark of a rebellion none of them expected to lead.
The king stole her magic, her family, her freedom.
Now, with the most dangerous crew on the seas at her back, Lyra might finally take it all back and bring a kingdom to its knees.
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Wordcount: 1.7k (Used to be 856)
Warnings/kinks: Possessive behavior | Hickeys | Cheating (kissing) | A fuck ton of alcohol in everybody's systems |
Author's note:
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You know very well that Ten can’t invite you to public events, and it makes you sad. But you don’t dwell on it. Especially since today, he invited you to a private event, where idols usually have the freedom to bring their partners. No cameras, no reporters. Just a night where you get to have fun.
And bestie… you still have no idea how much fun you’re about to have.
After the speeches you didn’t understand at all—because they were in Korean—the real fun finally begins.
You’re sitting between Haechan and Ten while they talk together, and the more alcohol makes its way through their systems, the closer the two of them get, keeping you snugly trapped between them. Across from you, Hendery and Xiaojun are chatting in Cantonese.
“I swear! Jae hyung broke up with his girl last night!” Haechan says, eyes wide. “All because she didn’t want to dress pretty today.”
“The girl who basically dressed like a boy? He really expected her to put on a fancy dress and makeup?”
“Yeah! I told him he didn’t really love her if he broke up with her over that… and do you know what he said?”
“What did he say?” Ten asks curiously.
You sip your drink quietly, your eyes moving between the two of them, completely absorbed in the conversation. You don’t know Jaehyun personally, nor his ex-girlfriend—but you’ve never been above listening to juicy gossip.
“That he was gonna break up with her soon anyway because she doesn’t…”
He pauses dramatically, eyes widening as he waves a hand in front of his mouth and pushes his tongue against his cheek.
The reaction beside you is immediate. Ten’s mouth drops open, visibly offended.
“Wait, wait, wait!” your boyfriend says through laughter, sounding scandalized but entertained. “He wanted to break up with her because she doesn’t give him head??”
Haechan nods quickly, throwing his hands in the air.
“You think it’s ridiculous too, right?”
“Ridiculous is an understatement… I mean, I can’t relate because I have a kinky girl,” he says naturally, gently stroking your hair. “But still… I wouldn’t break up with my girl over that…”
You blush hard and jab him in the ribs with your elbow while noticing Hendery rolling his eyes across the table. A second later, he stands up and walks away.
“I’m not interested in knowing whether your girl puts her mouth on your junk or not, hyung…” Haechan says before sticking his tongue out dramatically, pretending to gag.
Ten laughs even harder, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his cologne surrounding you instantly. Not that you mind. If anything, it just makes you inhale softly and bite your lip.
Suddenly, Kun drops into the seat across from you with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. He looks very drunk, even if he’s clearly trying to hide it.
“Did you see that…?” the leader asks, lifting his head and licking his lips, his attention on Ten while his eyes flicker toward you every so often.
“See what?” Xiaojun asks from beside him, curious.
“Jae brought his sneaky link instead of his girlfriend.”
Kun jerks his head toward the side of the room, where Jaehyun can be seen with a girl held a little too close against his waist.
“Jae broke up with Hyesun… it can’t be his ‘sneaky link’…” Haechan replies, amused.
“Trust me… when his girl was overseas, he had a sneaky link. A side chick. Her. Whatever you wanna call her.”
“Ge… you should stop drinking…” Xiaojun says quietly, biting his lip. “I don’t think you were supposed to talk about that…”
“Ask me if I care, Jun,” the leader replies with an eye roll. “If he could keep it in his pants, he wouldn’t need secrets, would he? Fucking irritates me when guys can’t take care of their girls…”
And as he finishes speaking, his eyes land on you, slowly dragging up and down your body before returning to Ten.
“What was that about…?” your boyfriend asks, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your shoulder.
“Nothing… I’m drunk… I’m tired… I’m gonna sit somewhere else.”
“Yeah, do that…”
As Kun stands up, Ten watches him leave before turning his attention back to you.
“Want another drink, waanjai?”
And the night goes by without any problems.
You drink until you can’t possibly be thirsty anymore, the alcohol flowing through your veins in such a pleasant way that staying in a good mood feels effortless. You simply enjoy the moment, pleasantly tipsy, sitting beside your beautiful Ten.
God… he looks so gorgeous tonight.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Hendery slides into the booth across from you. Ten keeps chatting happily with Haechan and Xiaojun, completely distracted.
Under the table, you feel a shoe brush against your leg, but you don’t think much of it. Accidents happen. One of them probably bumped into you by mistake. You rest your head on Ten’s shoulder, already a little drunk. You love him so mu— Your thoughts are interrupted again.
This time, the shoe against your leg feels deliberate. He definitely did it on purpose.
You straighten slightly to glance under the table, only to stop when your eyes meet Hendery’s. Judging by the way he’s looking at you, he’s been staring for a while already. A flirtatious smile curves at the corner of his lips as he leans back in his seat, clearly satisfied that he finally has your attention.
Without saying a word, Hendery stands, never taking his eyes off you, then walks around the table and holds out his hand.
“Come dance with me.”
It’s not a request. It’s an order.
Ten is too busy talking to notice, so you stand and take Hendery’s hand. Embarrassingly enough, you don’t hesitate at all before following him obediently to the dance floor.
Once there, he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you move together. His free hand trails up your collarbone to your jaw, fingertips brushing over the hickey there. You know exactly what he’s touching—your skin is still sensitive in that spot.
The way he stares at the mark sends a shiver through you. And not the uncomfortable kind. Quite the opposite.
“He thinks it’ll keep me away… but it only makes me more curious,” he says, his voice lower than usual. “That pussy must be really good for him to mark his territory like that…”
Your eyes widen instantly. The words hit you hard enough that you jerk your head up to look at him. You’re drunk. Clearly you misheard him. Sure, Hendery has nerve—but there’s no way he’d actually say something like that. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“And I’m taking a bite right here…”
He pulls you tighter against him, almost like he’s making sure you can’t move away. One hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers tightening slightly in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours.
There’s no hesitation in the kiss. Not even from you. It’s rough, intense—a messy mix of frustration and desire. His free hand quickly finds your ass, squeezing greedily through your dress.
You have no idea how long the kiss lasts. Seconds? Minutes?
Then suddenly, another pair of hands grabs Hendery, pulling him away from you. The moment your eyes open, they land directly on Ten. He’s furious.
Even though he’s speaking Mandarin—and you don’t understand a single word—you immediately understand he’s absolutely enraged. Meanwhile, Hendery answers him with that same infuriating little smirk on his lips.
Your boyfriend lifts a hand like he’s about to hit him, but the leader stops him immediately.
“Don’t. We have a schedule tomorrow night.”
Your boyfriend shakes his head sharply before grabbing your arm and pulling you away with him.
This time, he’s speaking Thai. There’s anger in his voice—but hurt too. You can’t see his face because he’s walking ahead of you, dragging you along, but you can hear the tension in his jaw with every word.
Once he finally stops somewhere more private, he steadies you against him after noticing how unbalanced you are.
“Waanjai…” His voice is soft now. Broken. “Why did you let him kiss you?”
You shrug slightly, biting your lip, blinking slowly because it’s the only answer you can come up with. You don’t even know yourself why you let him kiss you—let alone why you kissed him back.
“I… I didn’t mean to… It just… happened…”
He nods slowly with a sigh, lowering his eyes for a moment before stepping closer and pulling you into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. A breath of exasperation leaves his lips against your skin.
“Alright…” His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk… I can’t be mad at you. But you know what that means, right…?”
As your only response, you tilt your head back against the wall and remove the silver mermaid necklace he gave you.
Ten gently slides a hand behind your neck, pressing his body against yours. He briefly inhales against your skin, and the sound of displeasure that leaves him is immediate.
You don’t even need to ask. You already know it’s because he can smell Hendery’s cologne on you. His lips barely brush your skin at first, but it doesn’t last long. He marks your neck with his teeth first—just enough to leave an imprint without hurting you.
Then come the hickeys. Your head spins so much from the excitement that you lose count, but you’re pretty sure he leaves at least four against your skin.
Once he’s done, he lifts his head to look at you, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.
“You’re mine… don’t forget it again.”
He takes the necklace from your hand and carefully puts it back around your neck, smiling softly afterward.
Then he kisses you gently. As if he hadn’t just spent ten minutes marking you up.
Once you return to the room, you sit back down beside Ten, continuing your conversation with Xiaojun and Haechan like nothing happened.
Hendery is sitting farther away now, his eyes locked on you—or more specifically, on your neck. One of his brows lifts slightly as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, clearly displeased by what Ten did to you.
Wordcount: 4.6k
Warnings/kinks: Mentions of sex | A bit of hot making out | Some indecent touching under the table | That's it | Nothing too kinky happening here | Siblings being siblings | Sakura is San's gf |
Author's note: At this point… are you even surprised by anything I throw your way? Yeah, didn’t think so. Thanks for rolling with it, though.😹
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The four days turned into seven. And… it’s been the most demanding week of my entire life.
Yunho’s arm hurts too much, so not once has he been able to make love to me. His words, not mine. So instead, we spent most of the week doing my… training.
Physically, it doesn’t demand that much from me. Mentally, though? That’s another story entirely. More than once, I ended up taking a nap afterward because it drained so much energy out of me. It doesn’t look exhausting from the outside, but focusing on giving him exactly what he wants is far more tiring than people would think.
Most of the time, it happened on the couch.
And yesterday, Yunho had to emergency-order a new one because we completely ruined the old one.
And I already know the boys are going to ask questions. Why else would Yunho replace the couch while everyone’s away? Especially when the previous one was replaced not that long ago.
I’m sitting on the infamous couch when the guys finally start coming home. A TV show I like is playing in front of me while I try to act natural.
If anything, it probably makes me look guiltier.
The second a suitcase rolls into the dorm, Yunho emerges from his room, his casted arm pressed against his chest. “I’ll handle it,” he told me this morning when we woke up. And honestly? I’m relieved he’s taking charge of the interrogation. I’m a terrible liar. Hongjoong would see through me the moment I open my mouth.
The leader frowns the second he notices me sitting there, but his eyes don’t really stay on me. Instead, they drift toward the couch.
“Why is the couch black now…? I know for a fact it was red when we left…”
I lower my eyes and bite my lip hard, silently cursing the furniture store for not having the exact same color as the old couch. The change is painfully obvious.
“I had a girl over,” Yunho says, walking toward Hongjoong. “We accidentally broke it.”
My boyfriend slowly runs his tongue over his teeth while looking Yunho up and down, one eyebrow raised. But Yunho doesn’t flinch. His expression gives nothing away.
“In that state? You broke the couch fucking?”
“She was one hell of a rider…” Yunho replies with a crooked grin.
“Urgh…”
Hongjoong rolls his eyes and keeps walking.
“As long as my girl didn’t witness it… I’m not punishing you.”
“She didn’t. She was out most of the time.”
“Good…”
The moment the leader disappears toward his room, Mingi immediately walks over to whisper something to Yunho. It only takes a second before the rapper bursts out laughing.
“You’re a fucking dog!” he says, throwing me a quick glance with a grin.
I immediately look away, clearing my throat awkwardly.
“You’re telling me everything,” Mingi says while dragging Yunho away with him—probably toward his room.
It doesn’t take long before San throws himself down beside me with a dramatic sigh and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me tightly against him. Too tightly.
“Missed me?”
“I guess…” I mumble, looking up at him.
He lets out a loud laugh and squeezes me even harder, enough that I feel like he’s about to crack one of my ribs. But again, I say nothing. I just endure it while little sounds of discomfort slip out of me.
“You could at least lie and say you missed me, little brat…”
He pinches my cheek with his free hand, tugging at it hard enough to make me yelp.
“Say you missed me… or I’ll keep hurting you~”
“Stop iiiiit!”
I struggle against him, smacking at his chest and trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge an inch. He just keeps pulling on my cheek.
“Stoooop! You’re gonna rip my cheek off!”
“So dramatic…”
I struggle so much that I end up falling backward onto the couch—and that’s when he decides to sit on my stomach, patting my cheeks while laughing like this is the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
“San-aaaaah!” I complain, genuinely getting annoyed now.
“Just say you missed me and I’ll stop. It’s not that hard.”
I kick at his back with my knees, but it only makes him rock slightly on top of me, that irritating smile never leaving his face. And somehow, that makes me even more annoyed.
“I didn’t! Every night I thanked God you were gone. And apparently He agreed with me since your trip got extended!” I snap, glaring at him.
He throws his head back laughing, putting all his weight onto my stomach while patting my cheeks harder.
“You’re such a liar!”
Someone clears their throat, and both of us turn our heads.
Hongjoong stands a few feet away, looking thoroughly unimpressed as he stares down at my brother sitting on top of me.
“Stop pestering your sister and go get ready. We’re leaving soon.”
I sit up too fast and slam face first into my brother’s chest. All I can manage is a miserable “urgh” because his chest is ridiculously hard for absolutely no reason.
“You’re leaving again…?”
Unexpectedly, Joong reaches out and gently strokes my cheek with a tenderness I’d expect from a lot of people—but not him.
“Not without you, I’m not, treasure,” he says, his voice softer than usual.
“Hyung… I told you I didn’t want to…” San whines dramatically.
The leader’s fingers tighten slightly against my cheek as he looks up at my brother with a stern expression.
“You’re coming on that double date… or you already know what happens if you don’t.”
San climbs off me pouting, dragging his feet dramatically across the floor while sighing louder than necessary every few seconds.
“Sounds like your girlfriend’s a chore…”
Hongjoong laughs and looks down at me.
“She’s not… you are. I don’t wanna watch my sister being all lovey-dovey with you…”
“Oppaaaaa!” I whine, blushing even harder.
“Don’t ‘oppa’ me, brat…”
San flips me off before dragging himself down the hallway so slowly it looks like his soul is leaving his body.
Slowly, Joong takes my jaw between his fingers and turns my head so I’m looking at him.
“Go put on a cute outfit. Something you know I’ll like.”
The back of his index finger strokes my cheek slowly, enough to make me shiver, his eyes never leaving mine.
He parts his lips like he’s about to say something—but no sound comes out. Instead, he closes his mouth and exhales through his nose, almost like he wants to say more but decides against it.
“Something cute, yeah. And don’t ask Seonghwa to help you.”
I don’t even get the chance to ask why before Mingi comes sprinting into the living room, sliding across the floor in his socks until he reaches Hongjoong with a grin.
“Heard you’re going on a double date… Mind making it a triple date? I’ve got a girl too~”
At the exact same moment, a high-pitched scream echoes somewhere deeper in the dorm, which only makes Mingi grin wider while batting his lashes innocently.
The leader narrows his eyes, dragging his tongue over one of his canines, but nods anyway with one eyebrow raised.
“Okay… But if we get there and it’s Yunho in a dress, I’m beating your ass.”
Mingi bounces once in place, biting down hard on his lower lip.
“It won’t be Yunho in a dress. I swear~” he says before practically skipping away, way too excited.
Joong runs a hand through his hair with a sigh, slowly shaking his head as he looks at me.
“Why do I have a feeling this is gonna end badly?”
I press my lips together and shrug. I don’t even know what Mingi’s planning. But if he really does have a girlfriend… then that means when we… did things in the shower with Yeosang, he already had a girlfriend. And I really don’t know how I feel about that. How am I supposed to look that girl in the eyes when I’ve slept with her boyfriend…?
I stand and head toward my room, but as I pass Jongho’s door, Yunho suddenly slams it shut and plants himself in front of it, casually whistling like nothing happened. Not subtle at all.
“Need something, doll?” he asks softly.
“Why does it sound like Yeosang’s crying in there…?”
He shrugs, puffing out his cheeks with an innocent expression. Or at least, attempting one.
“Were you about to get dressed? I can help you pick something, if you want.”
I glance toward the living room. Joong doesn’t seem to be following me—he’s still there talking, probably on the phone.
“Yeah, okay. Maybe you can help me find something cute.”
He nods quickly, a smile spreading across his face much wider than usual, and it sends a shiver of discomfort through me. He’s definitely planning something.
I lead him to my room—the one I share with Hongjoong—and into the walk-in closet, where I only have a tiny section of clothes that actually belong to me.
Yunho frowns and pushes the hangers aside with his uninjured hand, clearly unimpressed.
“That’s all you have?” he asks, looking down at me.
I swallow slowly and nod, lips pressed together.
“That won’t do.”
He grabs my hand and leads me through the dorm to his room, pushing the door open with the shoulder of his injured arm.
He opens his closet and shoves aside rows of men’s clothing, revealing an entire section filled with women’s clothes.
“Before you say anything—it’s not mine. I’ve just been slowly buying outfits I want to see you wear…”
He doesn’t even look at me while he talks, calmly pushing hangers aside. And what immediately catches my attention is an outfit with a pastel green pleated skirt that falls slightly above mid-thigh, paired with a matching fitted cardigan held together by a single button, the bottom left open.
“Oh, that one’s pretty!”
He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.
“I’m sorry, doll. You can’t wear that one today. But I promise, another day you can.”
I pout faintly, disappointed because the outfit is genuinely adorable.
He leans closer to whisper quietly enough that only I can hear him.
“How about this… Soon, I’ll take you on a secret date. And that’s what you’ll wear.”
I smile softly and nod eagerly, which is enough to make him laugh while ruffling my hair gently before focusing on the clothes again.
“Let’s see… mmm… Nothing too revealing. I keep those for myself…”
The second he finishes speaking, he pushes most of the clothes farther down the rack, leaving me with only three outfits to choose from.
“Did I really buy that many revealing clothes…? Damn…”
He laughs, clearly amused with himself.
Without hesitation, Yunho pulls one outfit from the closet and lays it out on the bed: a white cardigan, a black top underneath, a short black skirt with little white bows on the sides… and black thigh-high socks.
And of course, he bends down to pull a pair of white platform shoes from the back of the closet.
“You even bought shoes…?”
“It’s not an outfit if there aren’t shoes to go with it.”
He shrugs and sits down on the bed, right beside the outfit he just picked out for me.
“Do you like it?”
I step closer and touch the fabric of the cardigan. It’s incredibly soft beneath my fingers—far too soft to be cheap clothing.
“It’s expensive, isn’t it?”
He tilts his head slightly, a slow smirk forming on his lips.
“Don’t you remember? I told you I’d buy you anything your heart wanted… And I decided your heart wanted a mix of Miu Miu and Sandy Liang.”
He shrugs again, his eyes drifting back to the outfit spread across the bed.
“You’ll look pretty in it. Besides… I’m the one who bought you the prettiest clothes. Mingi’s outfits are trashy and vulgar.”
A soft laugh escapes me as I step closer, standing almost between his knees.
“Are they really…?”
He rolls his eyes dramatically, then looks away with a sigh, leaning back on his uninjured arm to put a little distance between us.
“Doesn’t matter… Just go put that on and look pretty for someone else…”
I glance toward the door where Hongjoong is still talking to himself in the living room. So instead, I lean down and steal a brief, gentle kiss from Yunho.
And his reaction is incredibly satisfying. He sighs softly against my lips and tries to slide his tongue against mine, but I pull away before he can, biting my lip lightly.
“I’ll send you pictures from the restaurant.”
I grab the outfit laid out on the bed and head to Hongjoong’s room to change.
Once I’m dressed, makeup done, hair styled, I head back to my boyfriend in the living room.
He’s sitting on the couch with his cheek resting in his hand, eyes closed. He looks strangely peaceful like this. But I don’t linger on it. I brush my fingers gently over his forehead, pushing his hair back to let him know I’m there.
He takes a sudden breath and opens his eyes to look at me with sleepy eyes—the kind someone gets when they’re trying to pretend they weren’t asleep, even though they’re fooling absolutely no one.
“Yeah? You’re ready…?”
He clears his throat and straightens on the couch, but immediately stops moving the second he looks me over from head to toe.
“You’re beautiful, treasure.”
Slowly, he lifts his hand, fingertips brushing the fabric of my skirt before sliding lower along my thigh. The touch makes me shiver faintly, and I never break eye contact with him. He tilts his head slightly, biting his lip.
Suddenly, an arm wraps around my shoulders and pulls me back against a warm body.
“Don’t you look like a snack, pumpkin~” Mingi laughs softly against my ear.
The leader exhales heavily through his nose and lets his hand fall away, leaning back against the couch without taking his eyes off me for even a second.
“Stop touching my girl like you have every right in the world to put your hands on her.”
The rapper steps back with his hands raised in mock surrender, a smirk still plastered across his face.
“My bad, my bad~ Sorry, boss,” he says, though his expression says the exact opposite.
We all head down to the van in silence. Hongjoong keeps a possessive hand on my thigh, squeezing his fingers slightly every time Mingi leans forward from the backseat to make another comment. His face stays way too close to mine—close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear each time he talks.
Once we arrive at the restaurant, instead of parking out front, the van circles around the building and parks in the back.
Mingi leans across me to hit the button opening the van door, his warm breath brushing my cheek. Even without looking at him, I know he’s smirking just from the way he lets out that low, perverted little laugh right beside my ear.
“Tease…” I whisper before stepping out of the van and taking my boyfriend’s hand.
Inside, we’re guided toward a private room.
The room smells faintly of lavender. The walls are wood-paneled, and for some reason, I can also catch the subtle scent of burnt wood—the good kind. In the center sits a low table surrounded by six floor cushions.
The first one to sit down is San, immediately pulling out his phone to scroll through TikToks with a quiet sigh.
Hongjoong sits across from him. I settle beside my boyfriend with my legs crossed, while Mingi wastes no time sitting on my other side, looking far too excited for a simple couples outing—or “triple date,” as he keeps calling it.
The door opens not long after, and a petite woman walks in. She wears a cap pulled low over her face, a mask covering the rest, along with an oversized black hoodie and gray sweatpants.
The second she removes the things hiding her face, I recognize her immediately. It’s Sakura. And somehow, she’s even more beautiful in person than on TV.
The Japanese woman smiles shyly while bowing several times before sitting beside San, who immediately abandons his phone to focus entirely on his girlfriend.
“You look so effortlessly pretty… I’m so jealous,” I admit, embarrassed, though I still keep looking at her.
She laughs softly while pulling an elastic off her wrist to put her hair into a messy bun. And just as she’s about to answer me, San laughs and slowly traces a finger along his girlfriend’s jaw.
“She’s naturally pretty. She doesn’t need to spend hours in front of a mirror or wear fancy outfits like some people. She’s just that beautiful.”
I should’ve thought the comment was cute. I should’ve found it adorable how highly he speaks of his girlfriend.
Instead, I raise an eyebrow, hurt by what he says—especially when I know I just spent forever getting ready and trying to look pretty for tonight.
“Wow… That was uncalled for.”
I look away and rest my elbows on the table with a sigh.
San frowns briefly, but his eyes widen in panic almost immediately afterward.
“Oh God, no! That’s not what I meant. You’re always pretty too, princess. I was just complimenting her—I wasn’t trying to insult you…”
“It did sound like you were trying to be mean while complimenting me, Neko-chan,” Sakura says with an adorable pout while looking at my brother.
San starts trying to explain himself, but Mingi suddenly bursts into laughter so hard he nearly falls onto the floor clutching his stomach.
“Did she just call you Neko-chan? Oh man!”
My brother blushes furiously and looks away, mumbling something to Sakura that I can’t understand.
“Laugh all you want… At least I’m not the one whose girl calls him ‘big brother’ or ‘daddy.’”
Mingi straightens up with a huge grin.
“Yeah, but I own my nicknames. Do you?”
“Shut up…”
San wraps an arm around Sakura’s shoulders and pulls her close before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, making her smile softly with her eyes closed.
Finally, the last expected guest arrives.
She wears a cap pulled low over her face and a mask covering everything up to her eyes. She’s tall and slim with long black hair—and strangely, she has absolutely no breast. Which surprises me coming from Mingi, but obviously I keep that thought to myself.
And somehow… her outfit looks familiar. I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it before.
“Oh, this is gonna be good…” Mingi whispers, a huge smirk spreading across his face.
The girl sits down across from him without ever removing the things hiding her face.
“C’mon, baby girl… Don’t be shy. Show us your pretty face.”
Mingi’s lip twitches like he’s struggling not to laugh. The girl lets out a tiny whimper and shakes her head without looking up.
“Yeosun-ah… Don’t be shy. You promised you’d behave in front of everyone.”
Hongjoong repeats the name slowly, like it sounds strange—or maybe familiar.
The girl squeaks softly before finally removing her cap, followed quickly by her mask. And she’s very pretty. Her makeup is a little dramatic for a simple dinner date, but nothing outrageous.
It takes a long moment before anyone reacts. I think we all feel stupid for not realizing it sooner.
It’s Yeosang. Wearing a wig that must be insanely high quality, because it doesn’t look fake at all. And the outfit he’s wearing… it’s the exact one Yunho told me I wasn’t allowed to wear today.
The leader leans across the table to glare at Mingi from the other side of me.
“I explicitly told you—”
“You said you didn’t want Yunho in girl clothes. It’s not Yunho. It’s Yeosun, Yeosang’s second personality.”
Yeosang buries his face in his hands, completely mortified.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes before leaning back again, tightening his arm around my shoulders.
“Don’t mind them… They’ll stop acting like idiots if you ignore them…”
Mingi smirks and leans over the table to look at the leader across from me.
“You know that’s not true, hyung… Don’t give your girl false information~”
The taller man finally lowers his gaze to me directly.
“If you want anything from Yeosang… now’s the time. He’s my errand boy for the next week.”
“I’m fine…”
“Mhm…”
The rapper winks at me, and at the same moment, Joong tightens his arm around me. He slides a hand into my hair, gently turning my face toward him. I can already see the irritation on his face.
“It’s our date. Focus on me, treasure…”
And if I hadn’t been paying attention, I probably wouldn’t have heard the quiet little “please” he whispers under his breath.
And I can’t be the only one who hears it. Because everyone around the table freezes at the exact same time. Like we all collectively decide to stop breathing after hearing him plead.
But of course, it doesn’t take long before Mingi clears his throat softly to break the silence, then straightens in his seat, eyes fixed on Yeosang.
“You’re supposed to be my date… Act like it.”
Yeosang’s eyes widen instantly, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.
“What do you meaaaaan?”
“You’re my girl… I don’t know. Seduce me. Annoy me. Hell, do both.”
Sakura leans slightly across the table, redirecting my attention toward her.
“So tell me… what’s it like living with eight very messy, very horny dudes?” she asks with a laugh.
“I wouldn’t know about horny… But messy? Sometimes it feels like Wooyoung’s a tiny tornado leaving destruction everywhere he goes.”
She bursts out laughing, nodding quickly while slapping the table lightly.
“Spending just one night with them is too much for me… You’re really strong, nee-san. I could never spend days with them.”
“We’re literally right here…” San says, raising an eyebrow.
“You know she’s right,” my boyfriend adds with a laugh. “I can barely survive a single day with you idiots… and I’ve lived with you for years.”
I laugh softly into my hand, and San immediately turns to stare at me.
“If I remember correctly, you practically begged to live in the dorm with me!”
“We definitely remember things differently… I was mostly just crying hysterically on the phone. I wasn’t saying much, oppa.”
The second the word oppa leaves my mouth, Hongjoong’s fingers flex against my shoulder.
My brother rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath, though he quickly softens when Sakura peppers little kisses across his nose.
I turn my head toward my boyfriend, a silent question in my eyes. I try to ignore the tightening grip on my shoulder, but it’s difficult when his fingers slowly squeeze harder with every passing second.
He pulls me closer against his side and lowers his lips to my ear, whispering quietly enough that only I can hear.
“I should be the one you call oppa, treasure…”
I blush even harder and turn to look at him. But he doesn’t pull away. He keeps his face dangerously close to mine, his mint-scented breath brushing against my parted lips.
“Oppa…” I whisper back, never looking away from him.
“Good girl…”
Slowly, he takes my chin between his fingers and kisses me.
At first, the kiss is slow, almost indulgent, like he’s savoring the moment. But it quickly turns hungry, his tongue sliding against mine in a sensual rhythm that makes me squeeze my thighs together beneath the table. His hand slips beneath my top, tracing up my ribs—until a pointed throat-clear cuts through the moment.
Hongjoong pulls back just enough to look at my brother, though his hand stays beneath my shirt.
“What?”
“Could you maybe not feel up my sister right in front of me?”
“If it helps at all… I’m enjoying the show,” Mingi says while slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before biting down on the lower one.
The taller man is leaning against the table with his elbow, openly staring at where Hongjoong’s hand rests under my shirt.
“Why don’t you focus on your girl instead of staring at mine?” the leader asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, trust me. I’m taking very good care of her.”
Mingi’s gaze drifts toward Yeosang, who’s leaning back on his hands now, cheeks bright red, lips parted, but completely silent.
I don’t understand what’s happening at first—until Sakura lightly shoves San so she can peek at Yeosang. An immediate smirk spreads across the Japanese woman’s lips, her teeth briefly sinking into her own tongue.
“He’s giving him a footjob…”
“Alright. That’s enough for one day.”
Hongjoong stands abruptly and grabs my arm to pull me up with him, sighing heavily. The movement is so sudden and impatient that I nearly lose my balance.
“We’re going somewhere else to eat… Because apparently they can’t keep it in their pants for five fucking minutes.”
Just as we step out of the room, Yeosang lets out a soft moan, but I don’t get to see anything else because my boyfriend is already dragging me toward the van by the arm. His jaw is clenched so tightly I swear I can practically hear it ticking.
He climbs in first and pulls me in after him, rubbing harshly at his face with his free hand. Then suddenly, his fingers tighten around my arm a little too hard.
“Joong… you’re hurting me…” I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth when the pain hits.
Immediately, he loosens his grip and finally looks at me. His eyes are slightly wider than usual.
“I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean to…”
He rubs my arm gently, and then he does something I absolutely don’t expect from him.
He presses a soft kiss to the spot where he grabbed me before soothing it with his thumbs. The gesture is so delicate—especially coming from him—that I just stare at him in silence.
“Better?” he asks softly.
I simply nod, blinking slowly.
“What do you say we eat at home instead? I’m not really in the mood to eat out anymore.”
“Are you gonna cook?” I ask curiously.
“I’ll cook,” he says with a small laugh and a nod.
The drive back to the dorm goes by just as quickly as the ride for coming here.
Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we ride the elevator up with my head resting gently against his shoulder.
Contrary to what I expect, the living room is empty. Hongjoong takes full advantage of it and makes a beeline straight for the kitchen, which is just as deserted.
“Just you and me. Exactly how it should’ve been from the start. I don’t know why I thought a double date was a good idea.”
He presses a soft kiss to my cheek before opening the fridge to inspect what’s inside, his fingers tapping lightly against the door as he hums to himself.
“I feel like beef. You feel like beef, treasure?”
“Beef is fine.”
I smile softly and sit on the kitchen island, crossing my legs so I don’t accidentally flash my panties. Just in case someone walks in.
And naturally, the second I think that, Wooyoung walks into the kitchen wearing a black cat onesie with the hood pulled over his head.
“You’re already back?” the younger man asks, surprised.
“They were basically starting an orgy. I wasn’t interested.”
A sudden laugh bursts out of Wooyoung’s mouth, his eyes going wide.
“An orgy? Weren’t you guys at a restaurant? What the fuck?!”
Still laughing uncontrollably, he walks over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, keeping his back to me.
“I don’t wanna talk about it… Ask them when they get back if you’re that interested.”
“I’m not interested in orgies I’m not part of,” Woo says while shaking his head.
He takes a sip from his bottle and tilts his head slightly, making the little cat ears on his hood flop to the side.
“Mm! Did you ask her about the Wanteez episode?” he asks, curiosity bright in his voice.
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*Laughs nervously* I'm probably going to regret that Wanteez episode idea, but it is what it is.
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Wordcount: 3k
Warnings/kinks: Stalking | Slow burn ish | Unreliable narrator | Siren influence | Loss of control | Mind control | A slap (non-sexual) | Mentions of : Knotting, "branding", sex |
Author's note: God.. I loved writing this chapter. It was fun to write Yunho for more than just a few lines. lmaooo
Taglist : @engentiny @yunhouu
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The next day, you wake up later than usual.
Partly because it’s the weekend, but also because you barely slept the last two days. So your body really needed this well-deserved sleep-in.
You grab your phone from the nightstand to check the time. And when you realize it’s already past noon, you let out a heavy sigh. You knew you slept late, but you definitely didn’t expect it to already be the afternoon.
Just as you’re about to put your phone back down, you notice a message from Sakuya.
[Want an escort tonight? Me and Yeji are free.]
You let out a low groan and turn toward the wall with a yawn, your ears flicking lazily on your head. You’d completely forgotten about Yunho’s weird little meeting tonight. And now, thanks to your friend, it’s the very first thing you think about after waking up.
You wonder what he wants from you. And especially—why so late? It’s not like you’re busy today. You’re off work and have absolutely nothing planned.
You kick your leg absentmindedly through the blankets, accidentally smacking Biscuit. But he doesn’t make a sound. Instead, he opens one eye to glare at you, clearly irritated that you hit him.
“Sorry, doggy baby. Didn’t mean to hit you.”
He lets out a soft whine while yawning, then rests his chin on your leg to look at you, slowly licking his lips, his throat moving against your calf.
“It’s gonna be a long day today,” you mumble, rubbing your face tiredly.
He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes again.
You sit up and gently pet his head, your tail swaying slowly beneath the blanket. Your mornings have honestly become a lot nicer since you let him stay in your room. And really… you don’t hate waking up with company.
“Let’s get dressed. I wanna go for a stroll.”
Biscuit follows you with his eyes while you walk over to the desk you use as a counter to grab an apple, leaning your back against it.
Your gaze drifts toward the window while Biscuit lets out a soft whine. But you don’t look at him. Your thoughts stay stuck on Yunho tonight. There’s anxiety there—but also anticipation.
Not anticipation because of him, exactly… but because he asked to meet you, even though you’ve maybe spoken ten times since starting university.
Maybe your lack of a social life is what’s making you excited for tonight. But let’s not talk about that. Poor girl, you really need to go out more often.
When you toss your apple away, your aim is terrible and it falls onto the floor instead. But you decide to go get dressed before picking it up.
The second you turn around to change, you hear a soft plock.
You turn quickly and spot Biscuit standing near the trash can. You frown and walk closer to look—and the apple core you dropped earlier is now inside the trash.
He looks at you with his ears lowered, almost like he’s worried you’ll scold him.
A smile spreads across your lips as you gently pet his head.
“Good boy.”
You glance around the room before grabbing the novel you’re currently reading from your nightstand. And just like that, you leave the dorm and head toward the school fountain.
It’s only once you sit down that you realize Biscuit didn’t follow you. But you just shrug and open your book to start reading. It’s not like he has to follow you everywhere. Worst case scenario, he’ll scratch at your window when he’s done wandering around.
Slowly, the afternoon sun climbs higher and higher.
And exactly at 2:14, like clockwork, the sunlight hits you directly.
It doesn’t take long before your eyes grow heavy, your head drooping forward even though you try to stay awake. And after about two minutes of struggling, you place your book on top of your backpack and curl up on the bench.
Your ears droop on your head and your tail curls against your chest.
And just like that, you fall asleep, the tip of your tail brushing against your face before going still once you’re fully asleep.
At some point, a deep laugh startles you awake, slowly pulling you out of your nap while you’re still perfectly settled under the sun. Which means you got woken up early.
You lift your head slightly to look behind the bench you’re lying on.
And for a second, your heart skips a beat at the sight of blond hair. Your ears flatten against your head and your tail bristles slightly. Almost the same blond as Yunho’s.
But when he turns his head toward you, looking somewhere behind you instead, you slowly relax.
It’s just Yeosang.
You sigh so heavily in relief that it immediately makes him glance down at you, looking almost concerned by the sound you made.
You simply raise your ears back up on your head, blushing harder at the way he’s looking at you. And the second you blush, he blushes too. He clears his throat softly and turns back toward his conversation with Kun—and a few other guys you don’t recognize—while Kun now looks at you with a knowing smirk.
You roll your eyes and lie back down on the bench, your tail tucked tightly against yourself. Then you close your eyes, trying to fall back asleep.
It doesn’t take long before a hand lands on your shoulder and shakes you lightly. That simple gesture immediately makes a hiss leave your throat with a low growl.
Which only makes Kun laugh as he keeps his hand on you.
“Hey, kitten.”
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second before opening them to look at him silently.
“Still on for that little date..?”
You prop yourself up on one elbow, one eyebrow raised, never breaking eye contact with the wolf, completely unimpressed by his question. If he genuinely thinks you’re going on a date with him, he’s even dumber than you thought.
“I told you, I am not interested in your kind…”
Without answering, Kun raises his hand and motions with two fingers toward someone behind you.
Seonghwa steps into your field of vision, a faint bruise-like blue mark under his eye. The siren looks down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips—and it sends a bad shiver down your spine.
You barely have time to grab your bag and raise your tail behind you before he starts singing a soft melody that hypnotizes you instantly.
“You weren’t lying…” Kun says, impressed. “You know what to do.”
Seonghwa steps closer and places a hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Your ears droop heavily on your head and your tail goes still, falling limp onto the bench.
“Now… you’re going to follow Kun and go on a date with him. You’ll be nice and flirty, and you’ll make him feel like you’re interested. Do you understand?”
Slowly, you nod and stand up, staring blankly ahead, your mind completely empty.
“Maybe try making it so she doesn’t look that out of it… It’s not cute,” Kun mutters near Seonghwa’s ear.
Seonghwa rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
“She’s under the influence of a song. Did you expect her to act normal?”
“Well… yeah,” Kun says, barely raising an eyebrow.
“That’s… not how it works, hyung. Not yet, anyway. I’m still learning how to control it. Take it or leave it, I don’t really care.”
The siren turns on his heel with a sigh and walks away.
The werewolf? He just stares at you, running a hand through his hair. He looks like he’s debating whether your current state is good enough—or if he should just give up.
And it doesn’t take long before he turns away with a shake of his head.
You only follow him for a few steps before he turns back around, his golden irises scanning you from head to toe, visibly irritated.
“Stay there,” he says, pointing toward the spot where you’d been sitting earlier.
Almost like a robot, you turn around and sit back down on the bench. Your hands rest on your thighs, your tail stretched across the bench, your ears still flattened on your head.
Honestly, you have no idea how long you stay there. But it’s long enough for your patch of sunlight to completely disappear.
People walking by stare at you strangely, whispering about how weird you are, asking each other what your problem is.
A single tear slides down your cheek, your fingers twitching weakly against your thighs—but not enough for you to actually move.
Fingers snap repeatedly in front of your face before someone steps in front of you.
Kai, if you remember his name correctly, studies your face while biting softly on his lip.
“Can you do anything??” Sakuya asks, panic obvious in his voice.
“Did you try hitting her?” the siren asks seriously.
“Hit her?!” the Japanese fairy repeats, horrified.
“Want me to hit you, motherfluffer?!” Yeji snaps, equally offended.
“When her dog bit her, she snapped out of it…”
Without warning, Kai suddenly slaps you across the face so hard your head jerks to the side and a small cry of pain leaves your mouth. Instinctively, your hand flies to your cheek.
“What is your problem?!” you yell angrily.
Kai gestures dramatically toward you, jazz-handing with a singsong: “Tadaaa~”
Without wasting a second, Sakuya crouches in front of you with watery eyes, his hands hovering over your knees.
“Are you okay? What happened? What did Seonghwa do to you again..?”
“That little fluffer needs glitter thrown straight into his eyes…”
At the same time, Yeji pulls a tiny pouch from her purse and storms off, purple glitter dust spilling from the bag in her hand.
You rub your aching cheek slowly, eyes fixed on Kai because you absolutely do not trust him, before finally looking back at Sakuya.
“I only remember Kun talking to me… I can’t remember the rest…”
The fairy sighs, looking deeply disappointed, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he stands and offers you his hand, a gentle smile on his lips while a rebellious pink strand sticks up from the top of his head.
“You have a date tonight. Let’s get you refreshed and fed. Can’t have your stomach growling in the middle of a kiss~”
He winks with a giggle, way too entertained by his own words.
“Nobody’s kissing nobody…” you mumble, blushing harder.
Kai stuffs his hands into his pockets, puffing his cheeks while rocking back and forth on his feet.
“Alright… Take care, Kitten. Just know… I’m nothing like Hwa, even if I seem to be.”
And with that, he turns around and walks off in the opposite direction from where you leave with Sakuya.
Just like Yunho told you the day before, you head to the library.
Once you’re standing in front of the nearly empty building, barely lit from the inside, you swallow hard, fear slowly growing in your stomach.
You kind of regret coming alone, but it’s too late to turn back now. You grip the strap of your purse tightly and step into the library with hesitant footsteps. You genuinely have no idea what to expect, and the anxiety twisting in your stomach only grows stronger.
You take a breath and wander deeper into the library, where Yunho doesn’t seem to be.
The silence feels so heavy that the sound of your sneakers against the floor echoes between the shelves. And for a second, you feel like someone’s watching you.
You walk between the rows of books and stop in the romance section. You grab a book titled Run, Run Rabbit, flipping through it absentmindedly. You’re not really reading the pages at first.
Until one sentence catches your attention.
“The tug of his knot increased her plea—”
The book suddenly disappears from your hands, snatched away by an elegant hand with such long, slender fingers that the sight of the hand startles you more than the action itself.
“Let’s not traumatize you before we actually get there, kitten.”
You turn toward him, mouth half-open, eyes wide, your tail standing straight behind you.
“Bold of you to assume we’d ever get that intimate,” you say, placing your hands on your hips. “Even bolder to assume I’d let any wolf knot me. I’m not that kinda girl.”
He lowers his gaze to you, a subtle smirk spreading across his lips. He steps closer slowly and deliberately.
His confidence makes you step backward until your back presses against the bookshelf.
He leans over you, his face close to your neck, takes a slow breath in—and exhales hard enough to make the hair on your shoulder flutter.
“I never noticed before… but you smell untouched,” he murmurs, not pulling away at all. “Still got time to brand you, kitten.”
With your ears flattened against your head, you press your lips together, blushing furiously while staring at him like he just said the most intimate thing imaginable.
Because he did. He’s basically telling you that one way or another, you’ll end up his. That it’s only a matter of time.
Instinctively, you slide your tail between your bodies, trying to create some distance.
He pulls his head back just enough to look at it, eyes trailing along your tail. You can read complete indifference on his face at what you just did. He doesn’t see your tail as a shield. He sees it as an obstacle he’ll enjoy overcoming.
Slowly, his fingers brush against the fur of your tail without ever breaking eye contact.
“Now you’re just giving me creative ideas for when I make you mine.”
You try backing up farther, but only end up slamming harder into the bookshelf behind you.
Before you even have time to react, several books tumble off the shelf directly toward you. Your eyes squeeze shut instantly, bracing for impact.
But nothing hits you.
You only hear books crashing onto the floor around you. Slowly, you open one eye.
Yunho is leaning over you, his irises a deep red. A red so intense it makes you feel tiny beneath him, your ears pinned flat and your tail instinctively wrapped around your waist.
One of his arms is braced above your head against the shelf.
He shielded you from the books with his own body. And that simple realization makes you blush even harder.
His jaw is tense, and more than ever, the scent of forest that belongs uniquely to him fills your lungs.
“You okay..?” he asks, his voice deeper than usual.
As your only answer, you nod, all your attention locked on him.
He straightens up, gently fixing your hair before stepping back. His eyes slowly fade back to their usual soft brown.
“Be careful. I won’t always be there to protect you.”
He drags his tongue slowly over his teeth, highlighting canines that are slightly longer than usual before they slowly retract again.
“It’s just books…” you laugh awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.
“You know what I’m talking about…” he says, stepping closer again. “Seonghwa didn’t get beat up by a gust of wind, kitten.”
You frown, unsure what he means.
“Right… you didn’t go to class yesterday…”
But he doesn’t elaborate. Of course he doesn’t. You honestly can’t tell if his mysterious guy routine is supposed to be sexy or if he genuinely just sucks at communicating. Either way, you’re not impressed.
“You’re the one who gave Seonghwa the black eye? Why?”
He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the side, clearly unamused by your question.
“Did you really think he wouldn’t brag about singing to the kitten and having her fall for it after the first few notes?”
He sighs, still keeping his head tilted, eyes closed.
“You’re too innocent for this world, kitten. You need someone to keep you safe. Keep your… dog… close. Seonghwa won’t be the last to try something.”
You look at him, a strange sadness washing over you for no reason. At least, that’s what you try telling yourself. You know exactly why his words hurt.
“I’m not innocent… It’s me against the world. A world I don’t really understand because society decided I was a freak and didn’t want to include me.”
You look away, feeling a lump form in your throat.
Slowly, he brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed falling.
His hand settles under your chin, turning your head so you look at him again.
He stays quiet for a moment, eyes wandering across your face like he’s really seeing you for the first time. His gaze drops to your lips—but you don’t move. You just stare back at him, sniffling softly, your hands hanging at your sides.
It’s only when he leans in to kiss you that you finally turn your head away, cheeks burning red.
“I’m sorry…” he whispers, his warm breath brushing your skin. “I just wanted to… sorry…”
He pulls back, clearing his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets, gaze lowered to the floor.
“You’re not ready. It’s okay. I can wait. I will wait.”
“You’ll wait a long time…” you whisper so quietly you think for a second he didn’t hear you.
But of course he heard everything. And instead of getting angry, he laughs softly, nodding.
“Fair enough. But I know you’ll let me kiss you eventually. It’s just a matter of time. And time isn’t something I’m lacking. I’m a patient guy.”
Your ears flatten against your head as your lip curls slightly, holding back a hiss—though a low growl still slips out.
Your reaction only makes him laugh harder as he pats your head.
“Stay wild, kitten. I like it. I’ll see you soon.”
And just like that, he turns around and walks away, lifting his phone to his ear.
“You better be bothering me for a good reason, Mingi-ah… or I just might fuck you up next time I come home…”
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I don't think I could ever get tired of writing this fic.. Truly.
A girl has every right to be horny for violence, ok?
There's no sex. I just labeled it 18+ because it gets violent, a bit. (barely)
Warnings/kinks : Bullying | Coarse language | Name calling | Non-sexual choking | Aggressive behavior | Physical violence | Good-ish ending. if you can call that good. |
**찐따 (jjintta) means loser/outcast.
**괴짜 (goejja) means weirdo/oddball.
According to google anyway.
You’re on your way to the bus stop at the corner of your street, and it’s pouring rain. So you run, trying to protect your hair from the downpour with your backpack. But it doesn’t really help much.
It’s only when you lower your bag from over your head that you notice Yunho, leaning against the glass at the back of the bus shelter, a cigarette between his lips.
His hair is damp, his fringe lightly stuck to his forehead.
You let out a heavy sigh, closing your eyes, then turn your back to him so you don’t have to look at him.
You’ve dealt with a lot of bullying in your life… but no one is worse than Jeong fucking Yunho. It’s like he never grew out of his high school phase—even when he’s pushing thirty.
You shake your head and keep your earbuds in, the volume just loud enough so you can’t hear him. Because yeah—you don’t even need to take them out to know he’s talking to you. But thank God, you can’t hear a single word.
You just nod along, sighing.
“Yes… Yunho… of course…”
The only reason you pretend to listen is so he doesn’t come closer and start pushing you around. Because he gets physical when you ignore him.
You tilt your head back, trying to catch a glimpse of the moon, but of course, it’s hidden behind the clouds.
Suddenly, he places a hand on your shoulder—warm, even through your clothes—and roughly spins you toward him, yanking the earbud out of your ear, clearly pissed.
“Yah, jjintta! You think I’m a dumbass?”
You reach for the earbud in his hand, but he lifts his arm, keeping it out of your reach.
“Is that really a question?” you ask, not looking at him.
“What are you even doing here…?”
“Some of us aren’t unemployed bums… I’m going to work. Night shift.”
“Where? McDonald’s?”
He says it like it’s an insult. You’re about to answer, but you stop yourself when he pulls his arm back even more—and you catch a glimpse of what he’s wearing under his leather jacket. You’re not exactly a McDonald’s expert, but you could swear that’s their uniform.
“There’s nothing wrong with working at McDonald’s… but no. I work in Quality Control at TFG.”
His eyebrows shoot up at the name of the company, clearly thrown off. Almost imperceptibly, his fingers tighten on your shoulder.
“Right… like someone like you would work at Taesung Fashion Group. You have no sense of style. You always dress like you’re eighty.”
“It’s called being modest.”
He flicks his cigarette outside the shelter and lights another one. The smell of smoke, already clinging to the air, starts to sting your nose, growing more and more unpleasant.
“It’s called being a prude… You should try showing off that ass sometimes.”
He leans back, letting his gaze drop to your ass, not even trying to hide it. He takes far too long taking in the shape, a smirk almost forming on his lips.
You snap your fingers in front of his face, insulted.
“Eyes up here, you fucking creep.”
He freezes, cigarette still between his lips, then slowly lifts his eyes to yours. So slowly that, for a moment, it feels like he’s about to lunge at you.
“What did you just call me, goejja…?”
“Fucking. Creep.”
A humorless laugh slips from his lips as he takes one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it God knows where.
You don’t even have time to blink before he lunges at you, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you against the glass of the bus shelter—hard enough to make the whole thing rattle around you. A sharp breath tears from your chest as his long fingers press into a spot that’s painfully sensitive.
You stare at him with wide eyes, no sound leaving your mouth. Not because you can’t breathe—but because the sudden violence leaves you completely stunned.
“You wanna say that again, goejja? Mm? Not so tough now, are you?”
You hit his chest, trying to make him let go, but he only tightens his grip on your throat, his face inches from yours. His warm breath brushes against your lips—so close, so invasive it makes your head turn with discomfort.
“You think you’re all high and mighty because you have a fancy job? Everyone from high school remembers you as that pathetic no-life who was so obsessed with her little idols… you actually believed you were dating Suho from EXO. Doesn’t get more pathetic than that.”
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes. You never once thought you had any kind of relationship with Suho. You just had a bunch of pictures of him in your locker.
With his free hand, he slaps you, teeth clenched. It’s not a light slap—your skin stings the second his hand pulls away, and you can already tell a red mark will linger for the rest of the evening.
“Fucking answer me…”
You try to speak, try to answer him, but only a strangled sound of fear escapes your lips. And even though you dared to hope that would make him let go, he only smirks.
Suddenly, he yanks you forward and slams you back against the glass again so hard that you gasp, your eyes wide, the cold surface seeping through your clothes against your skin.
In your peripheral vision, you catch someone walking past the shelter—and that’s when everything clicks.
You let out a blood-curdling scream, struggling against him, and the passerby reacts almost instantly. The stranger grabs Yunho by the collar and yanks him back with enough force to make his eyes go wide.
“Yunho…?” the man says, surprised.
The taller one says nothing, a flicker of shame crossing his face as he looks at him. Clearly, he knows him.
“Jongho, I—”
“I knew you weren’t in a good place… but assaulting girls? C’mon. Get yourself together, man.”
Right then, the bus pulls up and opens its doors. You don’t even bother asking questions—you just get on without looking back.
“You’ll take the next one,” Jongho says firmly.
“I can’t wait an hour, man! I’ll be late for work—”
The doors close before he can finish, and the bus starts moving again.
You let out a heavy breath and sit down, focusing on your breathing, trying to calm yourself. Your hand drifts to your throat, gently brushing over your skin as if you could erase the feeling of his fingers still lingering there.
You really, really hope you never run into Yunho again before work. Because right now, all you want is to go home and hide under a blanket, watching a dumb comedy.
Wordcount: 8.3k
Warnings/kinks: Humiliation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Smoking (cigarette) | Deception | Oral (f & m receiving) | Corruption kink | Manipulation | Pretending to be inexperienced | Unprotected sex | He talks you through it | Petnames | Daddy kink | Cockwarming | Cum eating | Fingering (a lot of it) | Edging/orgasm denial |
Summary: After Haechan yesterday, you're taking things easy today.. Or so you think.
Author's note: FINALLY. God it's embarrassing how long it took to write that one... 🥹 If you see me start yet another project, please tell me I'm being stupid because I already barely can manage the ones I have rn.. (You can thank Motionless in White and Ice Nine Kills. I was able to finish this episode while listening to their songs.)
**Though next chapter shouldn't be too long to write, since not much happens that day. So I shouldn't take that long to post episode 4. No promises. I can't keep those, apparently. 🥲
I am in my "obsessed with Jaehyun" era... And I feel like it shows...
You’re in the kitchen, preparing a small picnic to take to the beach with the guys.
You practically had to beg them to come with you—you just want a good day, full of laughter and fun.
You slice strawberries slowly, and it doesn’t take long before Hendery leans an elbow on the counter right in front of you, biting his lip.
“Don’t forget to bring water. You’ll need to hydrate real good today. Mhm.” he says, nodding with an almost innocent smile.
But you know better. There’s absolutely nothing innocent about Hendery. You slowly lift your eyes to him, raising a brow.
“And why today more than any other day..?”
“Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby…”
He shakes his head as he straightens up, clicking his tongue repeatedly. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks around the counter and comes to stand right beside you. He wraps an arm around your waist, barely pressing himself against you as he tilts his head slightly.
“You’ll be in the sun… tanning like a little poptart… You need to hydrate, or you’ll get a headache… We don’t want that, do we..?~”
You slowly shake your head, never breaking eye contact, swallowing softly.
“That’s what I thought, little cutie. Pack a fuck ton of it. You’ll need it..~”
He winks at you, then disappears just as quickly as he came, whistling like he’s having the best day of his life.
You finish packing your picnic and place everything into your carrier—plenty of water bottles and a few beers, because you know the guys. Any excuse is a good excuse for a beer.
With your carrier slung behind you, you head to the beach at an easy pace, spreading a large blanket across the sand—big enough for everyone to sit without being piled on top of each other.
The first one to join you is Kun—and that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.
He’s always the one who makes sure you never feel alone.
He helps you adjust the blanket, and once it’s done, he suddenly pushes you down just enough to climb over you and pepper your face with kisses, laughing softly. His obvious good mood warms your heart instantly.
So much that you laugh beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him close, your fingers gently gripping his shirt.
“So full of love, my baby..~” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your nose.
“Always..~”
He chuckles softly—and right then, a quiet throat clearing breaks the moment.
You lift your head to look, and it’s none other than Jisung, wearing his usual shy expression.
“If you’d rather I come back later…”
You shake your head and sit up under Kun, reaching a hand out toward the younger one.
Your boyfriend, though, glances away for a second before letting out a quiet sigh and moving back to sit a little farther away.
“Are you sure..?”
As soon as you nod, Jisung smiles softly and joins you on the blanket, sitting across from you.
He adjusts his glasses nervously, his gaze not quite meeting yours—like he’s looking at your ear instead, just to give the illusion of eye contact without actually doing it. You don’t comment on it. You know how anxious he can get.
“How are you today..?”
“I feel brand new, thanks to you~” you say with a light laugh.
He blushes faintly, biting his lip in a subtle, almost unconscious way.
“I’m glad I could help after Haechan’s hurricane..”
As if his name alone summoned him, Kun shifts closer, his eyes never leaving Jisung.
“What does he mean by that..?”
“Nothing..”
You shake your head with a small laugh, clearly not wanting to answer. You know that if you tell Kun what happened—that Haechan just left you like that in the pool—he’s going to lose it. And okay… maybe he’d have a reason to. But still. You don’t want that.
“Actually…” Jisung says after taking a deep breath. “It wasn’t nothing.”
And for the first time since he arrived, he finally looks straight at you—making it clear he’s going to say it whether you like it or not.
“After he ruined her… and called her really degrading names… he just left her like that.”
Kun slowly drags his tongue over his upper teeth, raising a brow just slightly. And you can clearly see the anger settling across his face.
“I… I had to go get her, because he just left her by the pool… wrecked, with tears in her eyes…”
“I wasn’t—”
“You might not have noticed because you were fucked out of your mind… but the second I took you in my arms… you had tears in your eyes.”
Before you can even process it, Kun is already on his feet, heading straight back toward the house.
You watch him until he disappears, then turn your gaze back to Jisung, lightly biting the inside of your cheek.
“Why did you tell him..?”
He swallows hard, looking away so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes—but he still answers.
“Because what he did shouldn’t go unpunished. You let him use you, degrade you… and he thanked you by making you cry…” he says, shaking his head slowly. “That’s unacceptable.”
You barely have time to respond before Hendery comes crashing in and drops down beside you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist.
“Started drinking? It’s important, little lady~ Or you’ll end up dry like a raisin..”
You roll your eyes dramatically, grab a water bottle, and chug it in one go before looking back at him—almost like you’re daring him to remind you again.
He bites his lip, letting out a low, almost perverted chuckle.
“Such a good… good girl..~”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you blush faintly, trying not to show how much his words affect you.
To distract yourself, you crawl toward Jisung on all fours, slowly batting your lashes without ever breaking eye contact.
“I wanna make out… like we did yesterday..~”
His ears turn red instantly as his gaze darts around before he points at himself, eyes wide. And that simple reaction makes you giggle—he’s just too cute.
“Yes, you. Remember how you were grinding against me..?”
“You were the one grinding on me…” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, swallowing hard.
“So you do remember..~”
You slowly climb onto him until he’s lying flat on his back, straddling him completely.
He lets out small, uncertain sounds, his hands gripping the blanket tightly beneath him. He has no idea if he’s allowed to touch you, so he clings to it instead—like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Jisung-ah… can I kiss you..?”
He swallows audibly, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
“I… yes, I think..?”
He takes a sharp breath as his glasses slide up toward his forehead—and you don’t wait another second.
You lean down and capture his lips, your hands wandering slowly over his chest and stomach. You kiss him softly, just the way you remember he likes.
Your tongue brushes against his lips, and like it’s second nature, he opens for you—letting your tongue slip inside to meet his.
You start rolling your hips against him slowly, and the movement makes his legs twitch, knees bumping lightly against your ass. It doesn’t hurt—it just presses you closer, increasing the friction between you.
You lift your head just enough to glance back at him—only to catch him palming himself over his shorts, eyes locked exactly where you’re grinding against Jisung.
“Don’t be shy, baby..~” the Macanese murmurs, voice lower now. “Show him how good that pussy is… I wanna see..~”
At the same time, Jaehyun steps closer, hands in his pockets, his lip caught between his teeth.
“Can I watch too..?” he asks, leaning just above you.
Without even thinking, you nod, your attention already drifting back to Jisung—who’s now flushed from his face all the way to his ears.
“I bet 30 he won’t get past grinding. He’ll finish in his shorts,” Jaehyun laughs.
“Yeah? I bet you 40 he won’t,” Hendery shoots back confidently.
Ten finally walks over, slowly licking his popsicle, sunglasses resting on his nose.
“100 says he finishes from a handjob,” Ten adds, sitting down on the other side of the Macanese.
You turn your attention back to Jisung, laughing softly, clearly entertained—while he looks completely overwhelmed. Still, he doesn’t say anything. He just lets you do whatever you want.
“Let’s prove them wrong..~” you whisper against his lips.
“I… no… I can’t… I won’t last…” he admits, stuttering slightly as he shakes his head.
“Yes, you can..~”
You kiss him again, starting to move against him once more—but much slower this time. You don’t want the game to end too quickly.
“Ji… you’re cheating. Touch her,” Jaehyun says with a laugh.
“Hey! You’re the one trying to cheat!” Ten shoots back, sounding mock-offended.
“Shhh!” Hendery cuts in, clearly amused.
“Wanna touch me..?”
“Oh… no, no… I can’t touch you… god, no, I can’t…” Jisung whines against your lips, a little too loudly.
“Why..?”
“I… I won’t last if I touch you… I just know it…”
You laugh softly against his mouth, then slowly slide your hand down his arm until you reach his hand. You lace your fingers with his, then guide it upward—slipping it under your shirt.
Without hesitation, you press his hand against your bare chest—and instantly—
He lets out a louder sound against your lips, hips bucking beneath you. It doesn’t take long before his movements stutter, his breathing turning uneven as he finishes in his shorts, your name slipping out between each kiss you press to his lips.
“Haha~ pay up, fuckers~” Jaehyun laughs loudly, holding his hand out toward the others.
They both groan, muttering about how unfair it is—but still pull out their phones to send him the money.
“Jisung-ah… you’re still with me..?”
Your voice softens as you sit up slightly to look at him—but he can’t answer. Instead, he just closes his eyes and nods slowly, his breathing still shaky.
“Mhm…” is all he manages.
In the distance, Kun comes back from the house, his jaw still tight—but the second his eyes land on you, his expression softens, a smile forming on his lips.
“What did you do this time..?” he asks as he reaches you, running a hand through your hair.
“The boys were making bets…” you say innocently. “And Jisungie ended up… finishing in his pants..~”
Kun lets out a snort, glancing down at the younger one.
“Doesn’t take much, does it..?” he teases.
Jisung turns his head away, cheeks burning even redder than before. You stay on his lap, casually chatting with your boyfriend.
“What did you do to Haechan..?” you ask, biting your lip lightly.
He exhales through his nose and rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Kunie…” you pout.
“I revoked his right to touch you,” he says with a shrug. “And I told him not to get his hopes up about touching you again…”
You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly not happy with that answer.
“Baobei… what would you have wanted me to do..? He made my girl cry.”
“A four-day time-out would’ve been enough, you know…”
“Four days..? C’mon… that’s barely even a punishment.”
Suddenly, Jisung’s hands settle on your hips, a soft, shaky sound slipping from him despite himself.
“Please… stop moving…”
Your brows lift immediately, and when you look down at him, you notice the tears in his eyes.
At first, you think he’s crying… but when you look closer, you catch that unmistakable flicker of pleasure—and that’s when it hits you.
You never stopped moving against him. You’ve been overstimulating him.
“It doesn’t feel good..?” you ask, slowing your movements.
“I… I didn’t say that…” he murmurs, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I just don’t want the guys to see me cry because it feels too good… nn…”
You immediately stop moving altogether.
And right away, he lets out a relieved breath, thanking you under his breath as his fingers tighten slightly against your skin.
And just like that, you grinding on Jisung becomes old news. The guys fall into a conversation, no longer really paying attention to the two of you.
When you get off Jisung, Hendery grabs your arm and pulls you down onto him, making you lie against his chest—your head resting on his collarbone, his arms wrapped around you.
“Cuddle with me..~” he says with a soft laugh.
You frown slightly, but nod anyway.
A second later, Ten crawls over on all fours toward Jisung, his popsicle still between his lips.
“You should go wash up… looks like you pissed your pants.”
“Hyung… shut up…” Jisung mutters, quickly covering his face with his hands.
“I’m just saying~”
Ten sits back, continuing to tease him.
After a moment, Hendery stretches his arm out and brings a bottle up to your lips.
“Drink up, beautiful. I told you—you need to hydrate.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jaehyun slowly turn his head toward you, his mouth falling open.
“Dude, seriously..?” he asks, clearly surprised.
Hendery shifts slightly beneath you, muttering something in Korean that makes Jaehyun’s jaw drop even more, a breathy laugh slipping out of him.
Kun glances over briefly, then shakes his head with a sigh.
“Open your mouth, gorgeous~” Hendery says, still holding the bottle to your lips.
You slowly open your mouth and take a sip.
“Please stop… I’m not thirsty…”
“Aiyaaa… your body just isn’t communicating properly with your brain. That’s all~”
You pout faintly, but keep drinking anyway. It’s not like you can drink too much water… especially when you barely drink enough as it is.
Kun rubs his forehead, eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong?” you ask softly.
“Nothing, nothing… I’ll be right back. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do with me while I’m gone, yeah..?”
You tilt your head slightly, confused by what he means. Hendery laughs beneath you as Kun gets up and walks off.
At the same time, you slip out of Hendery’s arms and stand, pulling your dress over your head—now left in a red bikini that leaves very little to the imagination.
“Don’t you look like a snack…” Hendery murmurs, eyes shamelessly dragging over your body.
“I know~”
You giggle softly, then walk toward the water, dipping your feet in first before wading up to your knees—until you feel a large hand settle on your shoulder.
“Wanna race me to the rock?”
You turn toward Jaehyun, looking up at him with a laugh.
“What happens to the loser?” you tease.
He slowly licks his lips, clearly amused.
“No matter who loses… the result’s the same. I’ll have my way with you behind it..~”
“I like that…” you admit, biting your lip. “See you there, yeah?”
He winks, then dives in first—and you quickly follow after him.
You’re not exactly the best swimmer, though, so it takes you a while to get there, stopping a few times to catch your breath.
“Take your time… I’m in no rush…” Jaehyun calls out, already at the rock, clearly teasing you.
“I’m not a good swimmer…” you say, slightly out of breath.
“I figured, doll.”
The smile on his face makes you want to hit him—you know he’s making fun of you, even if he’s trying to hide it. And he’s really not that good at hiding it.
“Whatchu—oh, the fucker’s smarter than me and I hate it…” Ten calls out loudly enough for you to hear.
You ignore him, your eyes locked on Jaehyun, a little more embarrassed now because you’re struggling so much.
“Stop looking at me… it makes me even more self-conscious…” you pout.
He laughs. “Alright, alright,” then turns his back to you, resting his forearms on the rock so he won’t look anymore. But now you’re distracted by how muscular his back is.
You keep swimming toward him, and after what feels like forever, you finally reach him. The first thing you do is grab onto his arm, your breathing so fast it sounds like you just ran a marathon.
“Hey, beautiful.”
He wraps an arm gently around your waist, pulling you closer—and like it’s second nature, you wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his neck.
“Come on, baby.”
His voice is so soft that you can’t help but look at him as he swims with just one arm, never letting go of you. He brings you behind the rock, where it’s impossible for Kun to see you.
“Kun made this game way too easy,” he says, clearly amused.
“How so?”
“It’s my job. I analyze and calculate everything. Usually, when I walk into a room, I think about how I’d renovate it… which walls I’d knock down, how I’d decorate it…”
He presses your back gently against the rock, his lips hovering just inches from yours. The warmth of his breath makes a shiver run down your spine.
“But since we got here… everything I calculate is how to get away with fucking you.”
He captures your lips softly, and your hands immediately wander over him, feeling his muscles under your fingers.
His tongue slowly drags across your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to open up for him—letting your tongues move together in a slow, heated rhythm.
A soft whine slips from you against his mouth as, without even thinking, you start moving your hips against him— he's already hard just from kissing you.
“That’s it, baby… keep moving those hips for me. You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, breath uneven.
And you do exactly that—until you turn into a mess of soft whines and broken sounds. That’s when he starts moving against you too, making the friction between you even more addictive.
“It sounds like your pussy needs some attention… I’ll take care of that, baby girl.”
Slowly, he slides a hand between your bodies, pushing your bikini bottom aside so his thumb can find your clit. The pressure is just right—making you tremble against him, small sounds slipping past your lips.
“I know, I know… just let me play with you a bit, mm?”
You nod slowly, letting your head fall back against the rock as you try to relax. Not because you’re nervous—but because you’re anticipating what he’s going to do so much that your whole body feels tense.
“Relax for me, baby…”
He leans in to kiss your neck slowly, unhurried. And just that makes your legs soften slightly around him, even though you don’t let go.
“Good girl…” he whispers against your skin.
Still gentle, he slides his middle finger between your folds, teasing your entrance—pressing just the tip inside a few times. You grip his hair, tightening your fingers as his name leaves your lips in a barely-there whimper.
“Mm? Use your words, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”
You bite your lip hard, eyes locked on his, completely yielding.
“I want your fingers… please, daddy…” you whisper.
He mutters something against your neck that you don’t quite catch, then bites just hard enough to make your hips jerk—right as he slowly pushes a finger inside you, so painfully slow it draws a needy sound from you.
“I know you wanna cum, baby… but I wanna make you squirm so fucking bad…”
“Nnn… no… please, fuck me… please, please…”
He bites your neck a little harder, groaning softly as he barely picks up the pace of his finger.
“I wish I could, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “But I can’t right now. Not here.”
You don’t even ask why—you already know. There’s nothing safe about doing it against a rock like this. It’d be more trouble than anything… not to mention the risk.
“Make me cum on your fingers… in a way that all I’ll think about today is you…”
“Oh, baby…” he chuckles softly, lips brushing your burning skin. “You’ll think about me even after this little vacation is over, I promise..~”
Slowly, he adds a second finger to the first, moving his hand more firmly—his palm brushing against your clit with every motion.
And instantly, you get so loud that all you can hear is yourself—and the wet sound of his hand against your heat. It sounds obscene, exaggerated… but you’re not the type to fake anything.
Jaehyun is just that good with his fingers that you don’t even try to stay quiet anymore.
“Keep being loud, baby. I love it..”
He lifts his head to look at you, eyes half-lidded with desire.
His long fingers curl inside you, hitting that exact spot that makes your legs tremble.
“That’s it… I got you, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”
Just as you’re about to say something, a sharper moan escapes your lips instead—and that’s when you cum against his hand.
Your thighs tighten around his waist as your head falls back against the rock, his name spilling from your lips like it’s the only word you were ever meant to say.
He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, like he’s been holding back for too long. His fingers keep pumping inside you until he’s sure you’ve fully come down from your orgasm.
The second he pulls them out, your head drops against his shoulder, breath uneven. You try to speak, clinging to him—but nothing coherent comes out, and he lets out a soft chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.
“It’s like my whole body was made just to please you, baby girl..”
You nod slowly, licking your lips as a soft sigh escapes you. He really just drained the energy out of you—and even you’re surprised by it.
“But don’t say that in front of Kun… he might take it the wrong way…”
He brushes your hair back over your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your skin, soothing.
“I’m not trying to get my career ruined. Don’t worry,” he says, amused.
You lightly squeeze his skin, laughing softly. You know he’s joking—but you also know exactly what your boyfriend is capable of.
“How am I supposed to swim back like this…?”
You sigh, a little annoyed at yourself. You’re going to be weak for a while, and the rock is starting to feel uncomfortable against your skin.
“I’ll carry you.”
“How…?” you pout.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
Without hesitation, you nod. You trust him—and you don’t think he’d do anything to break that.
Gently, he pulls you against him and pushes off the rock. Then he shifts you onto your back, one arm wrapped securely around you as he swims easily back toward the beach.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” you ask, amused, watching the sky drift above you.
“I was a lifeguard when I was a teen… You have no idea how many girls faked drowning just so I’d rescue them..”
You snicker softly, amused.
“You’ve always been handsome, huh..?”
“I guess…” he shrugs slightly, eyes forward.
He swims effortlessly—and as you get closer to shore, you hear Jisung and Kun panicking.
Jisung is practically hyperventilating, while Kun is raising his voice, throwing out curses in Korean.
You try to speak, but they’re already spiraling, and you don’t even bother trying to talk over them.
“Did you drown her?!” Jisung blurts, panic clear in his voice.
“I swear to god, if you hurt her—!”
Jaehyun rolls his eyes, then stands up in the shallow water, still holding you against him.
“I just fucked her so good she couldn’t swim back on her own,” he says flatly. “Stop acting like we’re trying to hurt your girl…”
You hear a loud splash rushing toward you, and without asking, Kun pulls you out of Jaehyun’s arms, lifting you bridal-style into his own.
“Kunie…” you murmur softly, looking up at him. “I promise, Jae didn’t hurt me.”
“I don’t care. I got scared, and now I need to hold you…”
The moment your cheek rests against his chest, you feel his heart pounding wildly beneath your skin—and it makes you bite your lip.
“I’m sorry, qīn’ài de… I’m sorry I scared you…”
His expression softens at the nickname, and he lowers his gaze to kiss your forehead.
“I would die if something happened to you… I’m sorry I lose my temper so fast every time…”
You shake your head gently, your hand sliding over his chest, fingertips tracing his skin.
“I don’t mind. Your love feels good~” you giggle.
He lets out a breathy laugh before gently setting you back down on the blanket. The second you feel the fabric under you, Hendery rolls twice to land right beside you, biting his lip.
“Thirsty?~”
Kun smacks him across the face—without holding back—and Hendery’s eyes go wide in shock.
“What the fuck?”
“You’re not pissing on her, and she’s not pissing on you. That’s where I draw the line.”
Hendery throws his head back dramatically, whining like a child.
“Whyyyyy?”
“Because my girl isn’t a fucking urinal, that’s why…”
The Macanese flops onto his back, placing the back of his hand over his eyes with a dramatic sigh.
“What am I supposed to do with her then..?”
You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You wanted to piss on me..?” you ask, half-whispering, half-offended.
“We would’ve peed on each other…”
He sighs again, pretending to cry.
“He ruined my plans for the day… I’m… a sad, sad man now…”
“Oh boo fucking hoo…” Kun mutters, sitting down beside you.
Your boyfriend leans onto one elbow next to you, gently brushing your damp hair away from your face, his fingers soft against your skin while you stare up at the sky, feeling calm again.
“You promise he didn’t do anything to hurt you? You can tell me.”
You turn your head toward him with a soft smile, clearing your throat before whispering:
“The only thing he did was make me see stars with his fingies~”
The stupid little smile on your lips wipes his right off his face, replacing it with something more serious.
“Well… I can make you see the pearly gates when I use my fingers… so I’m not impressed.”
You try to hold it in—but fail. A laugh escapes you, genuinely amused by what he just said. Not because it’s untrue—but because of how it sounds.
“That makes it sound like you almost kill me when you use your fingers.”
Hendery bursts out laughing beside you, completely forgetting he was sulking.
“Damn, ge… and you’re worried when we touch her??”
Kun rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he frowns, repeating what he said a few times before looking back at you.
“What did I say wrong? It means I make you see heaven…”
“If you see the pearly gates, my love… it’s because you’re dead.”
You laugh softly, lifting your hand to cup his cheek.
Kun lets out a low grumble, then buries his face into your neck, pulling you closer as he mutters, “whatever.”
You can tell he’s a little offended you corrected his English, so you don’t push it.
You giggle softly as his warm breath tickles your skin.
“Baaaabe! It tickles~~”
“Don’t care…” he mumbles against your neck, tightening his hold on you.
You squirm lightly in his arms, calling his name and pushing at him—but it only makes him hold you tighter. And, of course, that just makes you laugh even more.
By dinnertime, Kun brings you into the dining room before everyone else.
When he sits at the head of the table like usual, he grabs your wrist, stopping you from taking your usual seat beside him. It throws you off for a second, but you stay standing next to him, all your attention on him.
“Tonight, you’re eating while cockwarming me. And I’m not asking.”
Your cheeks flush deeper, but you nod anyway.
“Good girl.”
He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, pulling himself out, still soft.
Without ceremony, he strokes himself slowly, not needing much time to harden—especially while watching you slip your underwear off, your fingers trembling slightly on the fabric.
“Come here, baby.”
A little too eagerly, you lower yourself onto him with your back to his chest, guiding him to your entrance.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, already wet. Once you’re fully seated, a small sound slips from your lips. It doesn’t hurt—but there’s a faint discomfort, the kind that always comes before you adjust. It takes everything in you not to just bounce on him and chase the pleasure you know is waiting.
He pulls your dress down over your thighs, covering the two of you so no one can see what’s happening under the table.
You do your best to keep your expression neutral—and one by one, the others start filing in.
To your right: Xiaojun, Ten, and Haechan.
To your left: Jaehyun, Jisung, and Hendery.
“You’re gonna make her feed you again?” Jaehyun asks, amused.
“Would that bother you?” Kun replies casually, his elbow resting on the arm of his chair.
“No… it’s just weird.”
Jaehyun shrugs as plates are set down in front of everyone.
Without looking at anyone, you start eating, trying not to focus on the way Kun fills you—especially when he shifts slightly beneath you to get comfortable.
Conversation flows easily, everyone talking about the day and what happened earlier.
“Mm!” Haechan suddenly cuts in. “I heard Jaehyun almost drowned her. That true?”
“I didn’t drown her…” Jaehyun rolls his eyes. “We just had a good time, and she couldn’t swim herself back.”
Kun clears his throat behind you, his hand sliding onto your thigh.
“His ‘fingies’ made you see stars, if I recall correctly?” he murmurs, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin.
You keep your eyes on your plate, ignoring him. You hope he’ll drop it and move on.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, his hips roll slowly beneath you—just enough to make you shift on him. Just enough to pull a soft moan out of you. And it is not subtle.
Slowly, every head turns toward you, their gazes dropping exactly where Kun is inside you—though they can’t actually see it.
“What the fuck are you doing…?” Hendery asks, mouth still half full.
“Mmm… me..?” Kun replies with a quiet laugh.
Hendery nods slowly, no longer chewing.
Kun hums again, then slides his hand up your thigh and lifts your dress—revealing that you’re completely bare underneath, sitting on him with his pants still lowered.
“Oh good lord…” Xiaojun mutters, turning his head away, cheeks flushed red.
Without a word, Jisung stands—but before he can even take a step, Kun slams his hand down on the table.
“Sit down,” he says, voice sharp and authoritative.
Immediately, Jisung sits back down, eyes fixed on his lap.
“I feel like some of you,” Kun continues, his gaze settling on Jaehyun, “are starting to forget who she belongs to. And I can’t have that.”
Jaehyun subtly rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping against the table. The irritation on his face is obvious.
“Put your fork down, baby.”
The second you set your fork down, Kun nudges your plate forward, sliding it away from you.
Then, without hesitation, he lifts you off him—only to guide you forward, bending you over the table.
He stands up right after you and starts fucking you against the table without hesitation. One hand grips the back of your neck, forcing your head to turn toward Jaehyun, your cheek pressed against the table.
His hips snap into you—rough and fast—and all it does is pull louder moans from your lips, your eyes locked with Jaehyun’s. The Korean bites down hard on his lip, shifting in his seat like he doesn’t know whether to stay put… or get up and take your boyfriend’s place behind you.
Kun’s other hand comes down in a harsh slap against your ass, making your sounds break louder.
You try to quiet yourself, to hide just how much you love being watched—six pairs of eyes fixed on you. God… you live for moments like this. Being looked at like that—by six men who all want you just the same.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
“Ku—Daddy… I belong to daddy.”
“That’s right. You belong to me.”
He lifts your hips slightly, angling you for deeper thrusts, a low growl rumbling behind you.
“Nn… you love their eyes on you, don’t you? I can feel you clench around me like the little slut you are…”
“I like it… I like when they look at me, daddy.”
“What else do you like, baby? Mm?”
You shake your head—but he doesn’t let that slide. Two sharp slaps land on your ass, just as hard as each other.
“Their hands… I like when they touch me… want me… fuck… I love everything they do to me…”
“I knew it,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “Even Haechan? He wasn’t nice to you.”
“I like when Haechan hurts me…”
“Wrong answer…”
He pulls out of you completely, and before you can even process it, a low groan leaves him as you feel him cum against your ass. The warmth of his cum is strangely comforting—in the most twisted way possible.
You know what this means. He’s not finishing what he started. And the thought alone makes you clench around nothing.
“Ten,” Kun calls, barely raising his voice.
“Yeah?” the Thai answers, already looking at him.
“Come clean her up, will you?”
“You mean like…?”
Ten sticks his tongue out slightly, pointing to it without breaking eye contact.
“What else?”
He’s on his feet instantly, laughing, clearly in a good mood.
“Don’t mind if I do..~”
Without hesitation, you feel Ten’s tongue on your skin, licking along your ass—cleaning Kun’s release with a little too much enthusiasm.
He takes his time. More than necessary. And without warning, his mouth shifts lower—his tongue and lips finding your pussy, still aching for attention. You grow loud again almost instantly.
Jaehyun slowly lifts a hand, brushing your hair away from your face. His breathing is uneven, faster than usual, and he tries to hide it by clearing his throat—but he’s not fooling anyone.
Ten pushes his tongue into you in a way that feels too good, making your eyes roll back before you squeeze them shut— And just like that, it stops.
Ten lets out a small, frustrated sound.
“Ge… whyyy?”
You lift yourself slightly, looking back—and immediately see Kun gripping Ten by the hair, holding him away from you.
“She doesn’t get to cum,” your boyfriend says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “And… I’d stay away from her if I were you. She can get… pretty needy and rough when she’s denied.”
Kun releases him, and Ten slowly straightens, wiping his mouth.
“I love a feisty woman.”
You stay bent over the table for a moment, catching your breath, while everyone around it slowly goes back to eating— Like nothing just happened. Like you’re not still there, breath shaky, silently begging for someone—anyone—to finish what he started.
But no one does.
So you push yourself back up, sit down on Kun again—his pants now pulled back up—and start eating slowly, your appetite completely gone.
The silence around the table is heavy. So heavy that no one dares look at anyone else— Except Ten. In your peripheral vision, you can feel his gaze on you. And even without a word, you can tell exactly what’s running through his mind.
Later that evening, you’re sitting on the couch in a pale purple camisole that leaves very little to the imagination, paired with matching lace panties. What stands out right away is the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.
You slowly sip from the glass of wine in your hand, your eyes fixed on the TV. Some random movie is playing, but you can’t focus on it.
All you can think about is how none of them have dared to touch you since your orgasm was denied at dinner. And it’s slowly driving you insane.
As you tap ash into your makeshift ashtray, Xiaojun walks into the living room, a soft smile on his lips.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
You glance at him, take a drag from your cigarette, then nod slowly.
He sits beside you—but still keeps a bit of distance, like he doesn’t dare get too close.
“We’re not supposed to smoke inside…” he whispers with a soft laugh.
“What’s he gonna do? Deny me an orgasm again?” you reply with a quiet laugh—but there’s no real amusement in your voice.
He bites his lip slightly, brushing his hands over his jeans as if smoothing out imaginary wrinkles.
“He does that a lot…? That sucks.”
Slowly, he places a hand on your thigh. You flinch slightly—not because it startles you, but because even that simple touch tightens the ache that’s been building in your lower stomach since dinner.
“He does it just enough to hit a nerve every time…”
He nods, inching a little closer—still not quite touching you.
“I know everyone’s avoiding you right now… but if there’s anything I can do… to help you—”
“Let me ride you,” you cut in immediately.
His eyes go wide, completely caught off guard. He clearly didn’t expect you to skip straight to the point like that.
A small whimper slips from him, his fingers tightening on his jeans as he keeps staring at you.
“Is that what you want—? I mean… we can do that… if it helps you feel better…”
You sit up slightly to look at him, then stub out your cigarette, exhaling the smoke just above his head—making him squeeze his eyes shut, thinking for a second you’d blow it in his face.
“You were quick to say yes…”
There’s no mockery in your tone—just surprise. You didn’t expect him to agree that fast. You’ve never really done anything like this with him. For a long time, you’ve assumed he’s pretty inexperienced.
He stutters, then quickly tries to stand, hands lifting in a flustered motion.
“N-never mind…”
You grab his wrist before he can leave, stopping him instantly.
“Oh no… I wasn’t judging, baby boy. I am riding that cock.”
His eyes widen even more, his blush spreading all the way to his ears.
“O-okay…”
You pull him to stand between your legs, and without wasting a second, you undo his pants and push them down to his ankles.
He’s already hard. So you don’t tease—you take him straight into your mouth.
At a steady rhythm, your head moves up and down, coating him in your saliva as soft sounds escape your lips around him.
His hand finds your head almost immediately, fingers tangling in your hair as small noises leave him—somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.
You skillfully move your tongue along him without pulling away, and it only makes things worse for him. His hips jerk forward, his breathing turning uneven.
“Oh sh— f— fu—…”
That reaction only makes you pick up the pace.
“Jaehyun wasn’t kidding… god…”
At that, you push him deeper—taking him down your throat—and Xiaojun sounds like he’s barely holding himself together, moaning louder, tugging lightly at your hair.
“Stop—stop!”
You lift your head, pulling him out of your mouth with a wet, obscene sound.
“What did I do wrong…?” you ask, slightly out of breath.
“Nothing… I—I was gonna cum…”
He flushes even deeper at his own words, clearly embarrassed—as if you forced the confession out of him. And yeah… you can imagine that’s not exactly easy to admit.
“Oh.” That’s all you manage, eyes a little wide.
But before he can say anything else, you grab his arm and pull him down onto the couch, making him sit as he watches you move.
It doesn’t take long before you’re straddling him.
You don’t even bother taking your panties off—you just push them aside with one hand, using the other to guide him into you. No ceremony, no hesitation—you sink all the way down on him.
And just like that, you start moving.
Your pace is rougher than usual—faster, more desperate—because you simply can’t help it. And he doesn’t seem to mind.
If anything, he gets loud under you almost instantly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. You don’t mind. You love marks.
Your head falls back as a heavy moan leaves your lips, one of your hands wrapping around his throat—squeezing just enough without cutting off his breath.
The second you open your eyes, you lock gazes with Kun, a smirk already playing on his lips.
And even when he speaks, you don’t slow down.
“Someone didn’t waste time.”
His gaze drags over you—your fingers tightening around Xiaojun’s throat, the way you bounce on him, your cheeks flushed with heat.
But then his eyes narrow when he spots the makeshift ashtray on the coffee table—a cigarette stubbed out inside.
“Did you smoke inside…?”
You nod, your hand sliding from Xiaojun’s throat up into his hair, gripping it sharply—pulling a louder moan out of him.
“Why? You know it’s against the rules…”
“To piss you off—fuck… shit… he’s good…”
Kun slowly runs his tongue over his teeth, letting out a heavy breath before turning away, irritated.
Your attention drops back to Xiaojun. His hair is a mess, his eyes unfocused, his hips trying to move against yours—but not nearly as hard.
“Fuck… babe… your dick feels fucking amazing…”
“It does…?”
Your free hand returns to his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back, a deeper moan tearing from his lips—while your other hand still tugs at his hair.
“I’m gonna—”
He can’t even finish his sentence.
“Me too… cum with me, Junie…”
You grind harder, faster—and it doesn’t take long before your orgasm hits, crashing through you as you come around his cock. He follows almost instantly, finishing inside you.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against your chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You run your fingers through his hair, holding him close while you both struggle to catch your breath.
“That was… amazing, Junie…” you whisper softly.
“It wasn’t too bad… for someone with not much experience…?”
“It wasn’t bad at all… don’t even worry about that~”
You laugh quietly, and he laughs with you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Soon… soon, I’ll make love to you properly.”
A soft smile spreads across your lips as you let yourself fall beside him, running a hand through your own hair, your legs aching from the bouncing you just did on him.
He slowly gets up to fix his clothes, then reaches out to gently caress your cheek before leaving—reluctantly. Like he can feel it too— Kun’s presence just outside the living room.
You barely have time to get up from the couch before your boyfriend walks in, clearly irritated.
“You,” he says, pointing at you. “You can brat all you want and not listen… but smoking in my house just to piss me off? I won’t have that.”
“It was just one…” you reply, rolling your eyes.
“I don’t care. Now go wash up and go to bed.”
“Are you… grounding me?”
He raises his brows, almost surprised himself that—yes, that’s exactly what he just did.
“Yeah. Yes, I am. You don’t listen, I’ll treat you like a kid. Now go.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh, crossing your arms as you walk off.
“You’re sleeping on the couch. Don’t even think about joining me in bed.”
“I wouldn’t join you even if you begged me!” he snaps back, clearly irritated.
Once in the shower, you slowly start washing yourself. The bathroom door opens and closes—and you roll your eyes with a sigh.
“I’m still mad… go away.”
The curtain slowly pulls back, and Ten looks you up and down, biting his lip—a low, amused laugh slipping from him.
“Why? I didn’t do anything… yet,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You stop moving, your hands covering your chest, soap still clinging to your skin as you stare at him for a moment.
He pulls the curtain open wider, undressing without the slightest bit of shame before stepping in with you.
“Felt like washing up?” you ask.
“I have better plans than showering, cutie.”
He moves behind you, his hands slowly gliding over your curves.
You lean back into him, biting your lip as you melt into his touch. His fingers trail along your hips, sliding over your stomach, slowly moving upward—until they settle on your breast, squeezing firmly. Almost instantly, your body reacts, a shiver running through you as you press yourself closer to him.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. I love it.”
“It’s not my fault you’re touching me just right…~”
“All my fault, baby. And I’ll keep going.”
His fingers roll over your nipples, making you arch back against him. You breathe out his name, feeling his growing arousal against your back.
One of his hands drifts down again, sliding over your stomach and between your thighs. But instead of giving you what you want, he only brushes his fingers along your folds—slow, teasing, just enough to make you need more. And you do.
“Please, Tenie… gimme your fingers… please, please…”
“So impatient… just take what I give you. You’ll thank me when I’m done with you.”
You bite down hard on your lip, nodding slowly.
You let him keep teasing you—and it doesn’t take long before you’re trembling against him, words slipping from your mouth in broken, incoherent murmurs.
“You wanna skip the fingers part, or do you really, really need to feel them?”
“I—I don’t… don’t know, Ten… just… please… touch me. However you want… anywhere… just touch me…”
He exhales softly against your ear, his free hand squeezing your breast just hard enough to pull a gasp from you.
“You beg so beautifully… it’s a shame you aren’t mine… I’d make you beg every day…”
You let out a faint whine, and that’s when he pushes his fingers into you—moving them fast without hesitation.
Your body reacts instantly. You lean forward with a heavy moan of satisfaction, your ass pressing back against his cock. It only makes him speed up his fingers, a low groan leaving him as he pulls you back, your back flush against his chest.
“Stay with me, beautiful. I want to watch you take my fingers before I fuck the sense out of you…”
“I… I can’t… I’m gonna cum…”
His hand stills between your thighs, while his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
His gaze burns with so much desire it almost feels like it could consume you.
Before you can say anything else, he guides your legs around his waist and presses you gently against the shower wall, his fingers digging into your thighs.
“Guide me in, beautiful.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. You do exactly as he says—and the second he’s fully buried inside you, he stills, his face pressed against your neck.
“God… you’re so fucking tight…”
His grip tightens on your skin. You try to give him a second to breathe—but you can’t help yourself. You roll your hips slowly against him.
The reaction is immediate.
“Fuck…”
He starts moving—his thrusts rough from the start, teeth sinking into your neck just enough to leave marks behind.
“So impatient…”
Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips pressing to his shoulder to muffle your sounds. The last thing you want is Kun barging in and ruining this. Because right now… you need this.
He fits you too perfectly—his curve hitting that exact spot over and over again, making it harder and harder to hold back.
“Babe… beautiful baby…” he breathes, voice strained. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last…”
“I’m… I…”
Your words dissolve into a broken moan against his skin as your orgasm crashes over you—hard enough to make your legs tremble around his waist. You come around him, whispering his name over and over—and it doesn’t take long before he follows.
A rough groan tears from his throat as he finishes inside you.
He stays like that for a long moment, breathing unevenly, his face buried in your neck. You can see the flush spreading across his cheeks as he lets out a small, embarrassed whine, tightening his arms around you.
“That was mean… making me cum so fast… I usually last way longer than that…”
“M’sorry…” you murmur—clearly not sorry at all.
“Next time… you better let me take my time…”
You nod, and he keeps you close for a moment longer, his dick slowly softening inside you.
Then he sets you back down on your feet and helps you wash up, taking his time—his hands lingering over every inch of your skin.
Once you’re both clean, he pulls you into a slow, gentle kiss, his tongue brushing against yours while his hands trace your curves.
“Thanks for letting me be part of the game,” he whispers against your lips.
“Now I won’t have to beg Kunie to let me have a taste of you…”
You bite your lip softly, a little embarrassed by your own words.
A small, knowing smile curves his lips as he tilts your chin up.
“Little minx…~”
Reluctantly, he pulls away and steps out of the shower first, drying off before leaving.
You do the same once you’ve gathered yourself, slipping into bed naked under the covers.
After a while, you turn onto your side, glancing at the empty spot where he should be—but you don’t move. You just rest your hand on his pillow… and close your eyes. The sheets smell exactly like him—and that’s what helps you fall asleep so quickly.
If something doesn't make sense.. Especially Xiaojun's scene- please let me know! When I finished the chapter, I went back to redo his sex scene.. And it looks alright to me.. But just in case, let me know if it shows I rewrote that part and it doesn't blend well with the rest lmaooo
I moved last week, and finally finished placing everything.
Make it make sense... Is slowly coming to life. I thought it was an easy idea... But I remembered it's an idol AU... so I gotta be careful what I make them do in public 🫠
Kiss Bite Repeat... Same thing, I have some of it written, and it shouldn't take ages to write.
You Belong To Me Even When You Don't... Episode 3 is almost over! I just need to finish Ten's scene and we're good to goooooooo
The Cat He Chose... I'm a bit stuck. Because there's a huge element I want to change... But I'm still not sure if it's a good idea or not.
Pick Your Poison, Pick Your Boy... Still the same as usual. I write where I'm inspired. And if I had to guess what I'll finish first.. It is probably Sangyeon.
So there's that.. I hope you are doing amazing, and I send you virtual hugs 🩷🩷 much love, little babies
Wordcount: 1.9k (Used to be 1.7k)
Warnings/kinks: Unprotected sex | Creampie | Oral (m receiving) |
Author's note: I promise some Ateez is coming. I'm working on it real haaaard~
Chapters
You weren’t ready for the second round—nor the third—but you still took them like a good girl.
Now you’re both lying on your backs, completely out of breath. A soft laugh slips past your lips, your chest still rising and falling quickly, exhausted from everything Ten just did to you.
And he did a lot.
You expected something simple, nothing fancy… but for the first time in your life, your legs are trembling, your thighs ache in the best way, and your ass stings with a kind of soreness you already know you’ll crave again.
Let’s fast forward a little—what do you say?
For weeks, all your attention is on Ten, bestie. At this point, you’d almost see his reflection in your soup. You’ve never been this obsessed with a man before—and yet, you love it. The way he always leaves you wanting more, even when you’re far too sensitive to go again.
You’ve gone on several dates with him. From nearly empty restaurants that somehow feel intimate, to walks in the park eating street food together. Feelings start to grow—and it only takes a month for Ten to ask you to be his girlfriend.
Not gonna lie—you hesitate.
Keeping things a secret sounds exhausting, maybe even painful… but don’t worry. You end up saying yes.
Now Ten is at your place. You’re curled up against him on the couch, your legs tangled together. His fingers are buried in your hair, gently scratching the back of your head. You’re both watching an action movie, completely relaxed—so much so that you can’t help the soft sighs of contentment slipping out every now and then.
Halfway through the movie, Ten turns to look at you, that same familiar smile on his lips—soft, warm, full of affection.
“I was thinking… maybe it’s time I introduce you to the guys, mm?”
You blink a few times, processing what he just said. And then it hits you.
He really wants to introduce me to them? That makes things… more serious, doesn’t it?
Your lips part, then close again, your gaze still locked on him. You sit up slightly to be at his level, keeping just enough distance to study his expression. He looks serious—but there’s still that playful smile on his lips, the one he always wears when he looks at you.
“I would love to.”
Without warning, he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he laughs, clearly happy with your answer.
“I just know they’ll love you.”
WayV dorm — three days later
The welcome is warm.
Kun makes sure your glass is always full—leader mode activated, almost like a dad. Yangyang comes to sit next to you, close but not touching.
“Can’t believe he kept you hidden for so long! You’re such a nice girl. It’s so easy talking with you.”
“What can I say…? We were just taking our time.”
You keep chatting with Yangyang for a bit, until Hendery walks over and kneels in front of you—almost between your legs—a bowl of popcorn in his hands. He holds it out to you, a smirk on his lips.
“Want some popcorn? We share, in this dorm…”
Your eyes widen, caught off guard by what he just said. For a second, you almost wonder if he’s implying something else—but you brush it off. He’s probably just being friendly.
You reach out to grab some, but he’s faster. He picks up a piece of popcorn and brings it to your lips.
You look at him with wide eyes, but still take it between your teeth, carefully avoiding brushing your lips against his fingers.
“Such a tease…” he says, his voice low enough to make you blush.
“Don’t tease my girl like that,” Ten says as he sits down next to you, slipping an arm around your waist.
“Why not? You know I like playing around…”
Ten just shakes his head with a laugh, glancing at Hendery. You can already tell—Hendery is always like this. Flirty, and clearly enjoying getting under people’s skin.
When he finally walks away, that teasing smirk still on his lips, Ten leans in to whisper in your ear.
“Don’t mind him… he’s a flirt, but he’s harmless.”
You nod, laughing softly.
“He looks like the type…”
Ten lets out a soft laugh, then presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your jaw, right near your lips.
And you?
Your eyes are on Hendery—who’s already looking at you, completely unbothered. He runs a hand through his hair without breaking eye contact, then slowly drags his tongue over his lips before turning to talk to Xiaojun.
You take a shaky breath, crossing your legs, unable to look away from the rapper.
Ten says your name, pulling you out of your daze.
“Where’s your mind at? I was asking if you wanted something a bit stronger?” he laughs, amused.
“Mm…” You finally turn your head toward him, a small smile on your lips. “Yeah, please~”
He leaves for a moment, then comes back with your drink. You take a sip and grimace slightly—it’s strong. Just like he said.
You talk with Ten for a bit longer before he suggests you go mingle with the others—get to know them.
And you do.
You stand and walk over to Xiaojun and Kun, who are already deep in conversation—in Mandarin. The leader asks you something—or at least, it sounds like a question—and you just stare at him with wide eyes.
“God… I’m so sorry! I was asking how long you’re staying in Korea?” he corrects, amused.
“Oh! I’m here for two years. Maybe more, depending on whether my writing improves here.”
“Right! You’re a writer, Ten told me.”
“What kind of stories do you write?” Xiaojun asks, clearly interested.
“Right now? It’s an apocalyptic/erotic story… with a little hint of incest. It’s rapey… like, a lot.”
You say it so casually, without an ounce of shame.
“Damn, girl… alright. No sugarcoating, huh?” Xiaojun replies, eyes and mouth wide open.
Kun clears his throat and quietly excuses himself.
“Would you have preferred I lied?” you ask with a laugh.
“No, no!” he laughs. “But now I really like you. You say things exactly how they are. I love it.”
“Well, thank you,” you reply, amusement clear in your voice.
You spend a long while talking with Xiaojun—drinking so many glasses you lose count. Eventually, you excuse yourself, setting your drink down before stumbling toward the balcony.
With how much you’ve had to drink, you’re honestly surprised you’re not crawling.
Once outside, you rest your arms on the railing with a sigh, enjoying the cool air on your face. The scent of the city mixes with something else—something you can’t quite place.
Actually… it smells like cologne.
You don’t question it. You just take a moment to gather your thoughts. You wouldn’t want to embarrass Ten—it really doesn’t take much for you to get drunk.
“Fucking hell…” you mutter, letting your head fall forward.
“Had too much?”
You barely flinch, turning toward the voice.
Hendery.
You hadn’t even noticed he was there—which explains the cologne. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you. From where he’s standing, you wouldn’t have seen him from inside, even if you tried.
He lifts a hand, curling two fingers to beckon you closer.
And bestie—you’ve had way too much to drink to question anything. You just walk over.
The moment you’re close enough, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him before pressing his lips to your neck—completely shameless.
It’s messy, careless—you can feel his breath, even a trace of his saliva against your skin.
When his tongue joins in, you let out a soft sigh.
Ten’s name slips from your lips.
“Wrong name, cutie…”
You pull away weakly, stare at him for a moment—then turn and walk straight back inside.
Straight to Ten.
“I need some sloppy sex on a bathroom counter… I don’t even need foreplay… I’m already so wet…”
You think you whispered it. You are very wrong.
The room falls so silent it feels like everyone stopped breathing. So much for not embarrassing your boyfriend. Complete failure.
Your eyes stay locked on Ten as you bite your lip, letting out a soft, slightly dazed laugh.
“I’ll need some foreplay, waanjai…” he says with a quiet laugh.
There it is. The nickname he only uses when you’re alone. It simply means sweetheart in his language—but hearing him speak Thai to you only turns you on more.
You grab his hand and pull him with you to the bathroom without any delicacy, locking the door behind you.
Without waiting, you drop to your knees in front of him, undoing his belt and pants in such a rush that his jeans are down to his ankles in seconds. He slides a hand into your hair as you wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking slowly along his length.
“Don’t take too much in your mouth, mm? You can barely take all of it when you’re sober without gagging.”
The teasing smile on his lips feels like a challenge—but you listen. You’re not about to ruin the moment by getting sick.
You start slow, taking just the tip, and it pulls a satisfied sigh from him. His fingers tighten in your hair as you take more of him, gripping harder when you find a rhythm along his length—never fully taking him in. You couldn’t, even if you tried.
After a while, after savoring every groan, every breath, every low sound he makes, he pulls you back up, grabbing your thighs to sit you on the counter.
He lifts your skirt, slides your underwear off, and pulls you closer.
He kisses you—hungry, desperate—his tongue meeting yours at the exact moment he pushes into you.
He’s frantic. Rough. Almost without rhythm. Like he hasn’t touched you in months—when in reality, it hasn’t even been that long since you left his place.
He spreads your thighs wider, lifting them slightly.
You’re both loud. So loud your moans echo against the bathroom walls. The sound of skin against skin is sharp, almost overwhelming—it makes you glance down. Your thighs are flushed red.
Ten tilts your head back, kissing, licking, biting at your neck, leaving a mark just under your jaw—right where everyone will see it.
Then he pushes your head down just enough so you can watch.
“My dick looks so gorgeous inside you… don’t you think?”
You can’t even speak. You just nod quickly, a heavy moan slipping out of you.
It doesn’t take long before you cry out his name, your orgasm hitting hard against him. He follows right after, still inside you—just how you like it.
He rests his forehead against your shoulder, breathing hard.
You gently run your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, just as breathless as he is.
You stay like that for a moment—just existing together, him still inside you.
He presses soft kisses along your collarbone, trailing up your neck to your jaw.
When you’re finally ready to go back, you both fix your clothes and head toward the living room.
You act like nothing happened—even though Xiaojun keeps glancing at you while you talk with Yangyang.
Hendery? He doesn’t even try to hide it.
You can read something in his gaze—irritation, mixed with jealousy. At least, that’s how it looks to you.
But you don’t dwell on it.
He’s the one who lit the fire—you just let someone else put it out.
Later, you hear Hendery in the bathroom, clearly annoyed.
“Fucking pigs… they didn’t even clean up after themselves!”
You can’t help but quietly laugh with Ten, both of you amused by his reaction.
“I thought you did it,” Ten whispers against your ear.
“And I thought you cleaned it!”
Uuuhhh… a small update on my writing. Things haven’t been great lately, so I’ve been having a really hard time writing anything at all. But don’t panic! I’m hopeful that my inspiration will come back once I move in mid-April. I know this isn’t really relevant and probably TMI, but I wanted to be transparent about why I haven’t been updating lately.
Wordcount: 1.6k (used to be 1k)
Warnings/kinks: Unprotected sex | Oral (f receiving) | Creampie | Praise kink? He says good girl like once | Petnames (Baby) |
Author's note: Had to rewrite that sex scene.. Guess I used to be shy with the sex scenes? Idk but I like the new one way better lmaoooo
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Once you get to his place, you almost expect to be pushed up against the door. Your imagination had you convinced he’d take you right there, no ceremony, no hesitation.
But that’s not what happens.
He lets you in with a soft smile, asking if you’d like a glass of wine. You accept. While he’s gone, you glance around. The apartment is clean, minimalistic. Your eyes land on a picture of his sister—or at least, you think it’s his sister—but your thoughts are quickly interrupted when something brushes against your leg.
You barely flinch, looking down to see a Siamese cat rubbing against you, purring softly, clearly affectionate. You can’t help yourself—you crouch down, petting him, making those little cooing sounds people always make when they see a cat.
A pair of feet appears in your line of sight, right in front of you.
You freeze mid-sound, suddenly embarrassed. Slowly, you look up at him, cheeks faintly flushed.
“Hiii…~” you say, and it comes out so stupid you blush even harder.
He smiles softly, offering you his hand to help you up before handing you your glass of wine.
“It’s Louis, my little baby,” he says, his voice so gentle it makes a smile bloom on your lips.
“That’s a cute name for a cute kitty,” you reply, a small laugh escaping you.
“Leon and Levi are somewhere… I’ll introduce them to you when they come out.”
You don’t know why, but the softness in his voice makes your knees feel weak. Don’t worry—he doesn’t notice.
He leads you to the couch, where once again, he leaves no space between you. And that alone sends your thoughts spiraling while Ten talks about what happened earlier with Xiaojun. But you’re not really listening. Not fully.
The lack of space between you is driving you insane.
You wonder why he feels the need to be this close to you when you barely know each other. The warmth of his thigh pressed against yours keeps pulling your attention back, your gaze flicking down more than once.
You take a sip from your glass—but it’s already empty.
The next thing you notice is the crooked smile forming on his lips.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours…? That’s the third time you’ve tried to drink from your empty glass.”
You slowly lift your eyes to him, biting your lip for a second.
“I’m so sorry…” you whisper, almost too quietly—but he hears you anyway.
“I thought I’d take things slow… but I guess you don’t mind if I make you mine right now, mm?”
His tone is deeper than before, and his eyes carry a sharp, unmistakable hunger.
Without thinking—pure instinct—you nod slowly, swallowing as you keep your eyes on him.
He takes the glass from your hands, then takes your hand in his, leading you to his bedroom.
The window is covered by blackout curtains, leaving the room in complete darkness—at least until Ten lights a candle. Then he turns back to you.
And the way he looks at you now—there’s hunger in it. Appetite.
The soft, slightly goofy Ten from earlier is gone. Now, it’s just the man standing in front of you.
Without warning, he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he crashes his lips against yours with a rough, needy urgency that’s almost overwhelming—but so, so good. He trails down to your neck, kissing and biting, guiding you toward the bed before laying you down.
He doesn’t pull away. Not even a little.
His weight on top of you is intoxicating—an aphrodisiac you didn’t need, but one you welcome anyway.
He slowly pulls off his shirt, and your eyes follow every movement. Without realizing it, you’ve stopped breathing—until you finally take in a sharp breath. That earns you a smirk.
“God, baby… are you that hungry?”
You know he’s teasing. But you also know he’s absolutely right.
He leans over you, lifting your crop top. You think he’ll stop there—but he doesn’t. He grips your shoulders, pulling you up just enough to take it off effortlessly, your bra following right after.
Without hesitation, he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, between your thighs, pressing eager kisses to your chest. He uses his tongue, his teeth. The simple touch makes your head spin—but not in a bad way. The kind that only makes you crave more of him.
You slide a hand into his hair, gripping lightly.
His tongue traces over your nipple with fervor, drawing a low groan from him against your skin as his hips give a subtle thrust against the edge of the bed. At the same time, his other hand kneads your breast firmly, fingers curling with intent.
“Don’t be scared to pull my hair a little… I don’t mind.”
He goes right back to what he was doing, and this time, you tug gently, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He’s not even doing that much—but you feel everything a thousand times over.
Slowly, he straightens, dragging his tongue along your skin, over your collarbone, up to your ear.
“Mind if I check if you’re already wet…?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His hand slips under your skirt, two fingers brushing slowly over your heat through your panties.
“Fuck… you’re soaking wet…”
You don’t even have time to feel embarrassed. Another moan escapes you as he lifts your skirt, pushing your underwear aside, spreading your folds open before lowering his mouth to you—slow, teasing, deliberate.
You fall back against the mattress, arching your back, this time moaning his name. It earns you a low, amused laugh against you.
Your fingers tangle in his hair again—and at the same time, he slides a finger inside you. Slowly. No rush.
Your thighs tighten briefly around his head—not from pain, but because everything he does feels unbearably good. His touch is precise, controlled. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
What feels like an eternity of sensations passes—his tongue moving, pressing, curling—before he finally pulls back to look at you.
The cool air that replaces his mouth makes you whine softly. You don’t like the cold—and he notices.
He moves between your thighs, pressing his hips against yours, leaning down to murmur against your ear.
“I could keep eating you out if you want…” His voice is low, sensual, his breath warm against your skin. “Or I could fuck you… so good you’ll be begging for a second round.”
He doesn’t give you time to answer—your face already says it all.
He pulls back, removing the rest of your clothes, quickly followed by his own.
Your breath turns shallow as your eyes trail over him. He’s stunning. The tattoo stretched across his chest, the way his muscles flex—it’s almost overwhelming.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches you.
“Ready for me…?”
You can’t even form words. You just nod quickly, and the satisfied smirk on his lips says everything.
He slides a hand under your thigh, lifting your hips—then pushes into you without ceremony.
And it feels so good.
He moves slowly at first, but not to tease—because he’d only be frustrating himself too. Right now, he’s far too turned on for that.
A low groan escapes him as his hips start to move, his gaze dropping to where your bodies are joined. You? You’re a mess beneath him. Every thrust pulls louder sounds from you.
“You’re such a good girl… moaning for me like that… fuck…”
His rhythm grows rougher, pushing you back into the mattress as he leans down to kiss you—hungry, desperate.
Your hands rise to scratch down his back, moaning his name against his lips.
He bites your neck, hard enough that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark—but it only turns you on even more. If that’s even possible.
With a frustrated sound, he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach, sliding back inside you immediately.
His hands plant on either side of your head, his pace just as rough as before.
“You feel so fucking good, baby… I don’t think I’ll last long… fuck…”
You moan his name over and over, your fingers gripping the blanket beneath you.
“Just… please… please…” is all you manage to say.
And you’re not even sure what you’re begging for. Faster? Harder? To make you cum? Honestly, you don’t even try to figure it out.
“Yes, baby… I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you so good you’ll feel it for days.”
He bites gently into your shoulder with a groan of satisfaction as he finishes inside you—right as your own orgasm crashes over you.
Tears well up in your eyes, but not from pain. Oh no. It just feels so good that your pleasure spills over into soft tears that dry almost as quickly as they come.
He collapses beside you, breathing heavily, one hand resting on his stomach, his head turned toward you with a satisfied smile on his lips.
But it doesn’t last long.
His eyes suddenly widen, panic flashing across his face—borderline horror. That alone makes your own eyes widen in confusion, your body tensing instinctively.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t think, I just…”
His gaze drops to your body, and you turn your head to follow it—down to where he had been connected to you just moments ago.
You’re not stupid. Not at all. But it takes you a second longer than it should to connect his panic with where he’s looking.
And then you laugh, dropping back onto the mattress beside him.
“It’s okay, Ten. I have an IUD. You can’t get me pregnant—relax.”
He lets out a breathy laugh, then wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
“Ready for round two?” he jokes—but you can hear it in his voice. He’s not entirely joking.
