This scene that locked me up
The sequence that's like forever
Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me
I can't get used to it, used to it, used to it
š§: Opening Sequence - TXT
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pairings: ot8 x f!reader (san x reader)
w.c : 10k ( im sorry for any errors)
cw: mature, ,minors do not interact, nsfw, reader is afab, slow burn, polyamory, smut , bittersweet, angst, MC's background is inspired by Black Widow's background with the Red Room, reader is called sweet heart/baby, hints of abuse/manipulation, mcās past, mention of their training days, injuries, scars, loss of virginity, first time, very very very longgggggg chapter Iām sorry
REMINDER: my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.
a/n : surprise? SPECIAL CHAPTER!!!! I hope you guys like this one. I didnāt initially plan to write this but after posting chapter 005 I wanted to write something different or something else and this came about. I hope you guys like. Thank you for being so patient with me š„ŗš
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āHow long do you think before they find us here?ā
The young assassin paused, his heart dropping. Never has he ever heard you, YOU, out of all the graduated students of the Academy, sound like this.
You were always so sure of yourself but now, he was hearing a completely different person yet so familiar. When was the last time he heard you like this? He was quick to recall it and that ache in his chest began to feel as if he was burning from the inside. This small, unsure, and weak voice belonged to the little girl he grew up with before the academy changed everything and he never heard you like this again.
Til today.
He was scared to turn around.
If your own resolve was shaking then the situation was worse than he thought.
San shook his head and continued to look around the padded room looking for any signs of a possible escape. Even if you two did get out, you two would have nothing but your knives and your fists.
āNo oneās going to come for us, arenāt they Sannie?ā You choked out his nickname so softly, that he felt his heart broke. āAt the end of the dayā¦ā you went on, the fears of a little girl that San had failed to protect breaking through the facade the Academy molded and chiseled you in. āIām just one of their many weapons. The other girls in the Academyā¦theyāre good. Better. I will be of no use soon.ā
Sanās hands were beginning to tremble uncontrollably as he reloaded the gun. You were the Academyās proudest creation, you had set the standard. Though those things were true, these were your fears. They were just as real.
āWeāve sent a Morse code to them. Theyāll find us soon. They wonāt let you go as easily.ā San swallowed the lump in his throat trying to maintain composure and not let the impending doom of you both get to him.
What made him sadder was that he was right. The Academy wonāt let you go. You were chained to them in a way, he wasnāt.
āSannieā¦ā
They could afford to lose him. He was a part of the top three of those who graduated with him but he wasnāt the first of the batch.
āTheyāll come for you.ā
The room that confined you two was dim. The skylight let some moonlight shine through to illuminate what it could in the darkness you two were submerged in. Did your captors really believe the Academy would buy their ransom for two of their assassins? They would come with a brute force that would leave them nothing in ashes. If no one came for the two of you, theyāll kill you both or worse, sell the two of you off to the market.
San would kill them before they even thought of selling you as a slave.
āSannie, itās cold.ā
His composure broke then.
Gone was the weapon the Academy created.
Without any hesitation, San went to where you had been sitting (on the white sheet mattress in the room they threw you two in) then pulled you onto his lap with his arms wrapped around you. Your skin was cold to the touch and his desperation to hold you only grew. He cradled you so gently in his arms, scared that if he embraced you tighter youād shatter.
āItās going to be okay,ā he whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head as he kept his gaze up, fighting back tears and the urge to press his lips on the the crown of your head. āIām here. I'm not going anywhere.ā
You were taught to never take anyoneās words seriously. Always doubt them, they once said. Doubt them until they prove it because you can never know what they mean and yet, you believed every word San said.
Every promise he has ever made, he kept them. Everything he said he would do, he did. But even if he didnāt prove to be a man of his word, the part of you that you pushed in the dark, would believe him blindly.
His strong arms held you in a way you never knew you needed to be held and the warmth of his body was giving you, melted away the armor you didnāt have the luxury to take off.
āSannie,ā
He loved it when you called him Sannie. Since you two met, he was your Sannie. If you asked him now, just once, to be yours, heād be yours forever.
āYeah?ā He caressed your back in gentle circles, taking note of how your shivering lessened and your breathing calmed.
You didnāt continue your thought. It got stuck in your throat. How could you possibly say what you wanted to? Instead, you opted to bury your face into his neck. Youāll think about it for a bitā¦because what if it was the wrong time to say it?
āCan I hold your hand?ā
Your voice was such a soft whisper, that San almost didnāt hear it. It was like you were embarrassed to have even asked, even though heās held your hand so many times in secret during your training days when it was an evaluation day.
San hummed in response and carefully, still cradling you in his lap with your head leaning on his chest, slipped his hand with yours. He stared at your hands as he did. His hand was bigger than yours and his heart dropped when he realized you had taken off your gloves. Such delicate hands were bruised at the knuckles and hands that only ever touched or brushed him so gently.
He knew in your head you could only see how stained your arms were with blood.
āYour hands are cold,ā he pointed out, pouting a little at the fact and like he did when you were younger, he took both your hands and brought them close to his mouth to breathe warmth into them.
You felt your heart thump particularly strong in your chest. The feelings youāve had for San that you had hidden away because you were told you could never be loved nor love for you were only a weapon, returned.
Because you are a weapon, you would only ever hurt the people you love.
āHow are you so warm?ā You chuckled, falling into a comfort you denied yourself for so long. āIf I remember correctly, you were such a small petite thing when we were younger. I was afraid you wouldnāt make it past the selection.ā
He laughed softly at the memory. āI didnāt want to be left behind. I need to be with you no matter what.ā He let himself speak freely and honestly, letting his hands warm yours.
āI wouldāve purposely failed if that was the case. I wouldnāt want to continue on without you.ā You admitted, feeling the ache of your muscles finally hit you.
āThey wouldāve known if you did.ā
āThatās true.ā
āI would catch up to you no matter what. To be by your sideā¦ā San paused, afraid to say what he wanted to in fear that you may not feel the same. āFor a long time, I believe thatās where I belong.ā
His words caught you off guard. Did Sannie know? Did he know that you loved him? There was no way he could but the possibility of attraction between the two of you could not be ruled out so easily. It was there. You both knew it. You two just never spoke of it.
āDo you still believe that?ā You asked, feeling a little braver and desperate.
What if this was it? It had been four days since the enemy got the upper hand and immobilized you and San and sealed you two up in this room. What if the Academy did abandon you both? Weapons are replaceable.
āIām here with you now, arenāt I?ā
Heās always been there.
You lifted your head off his shoulder to gaze up at him.
Gone was the little boy you worried about whenever you two trained separately. The one who was easily thrown and bullied around by his much stronger contenders. You were afraid of losing him even then because you had wondered why someone with such a gentle heart could ever hurt people. For goodness sake, he continued to let himself get beaten up just because one of the much younger trainees out of desperation and hunger, stole a piece of roasted sweet potato.
Before you now was a man. San still had the handsomeness heās had since he was younger except it matured and bloomed into sharp features and a striking beauty that lost all the softness of his younger self. His body was no longer frail and sickly. His back and shoulders became broad, lean muscles had grown and given him more shape that reminded you of the prowess of a black panther.
But when he smiled.
He was the Sannie you cared for and loved so deeplyā¦so quietly.
āCan you promise me something?ā You asked, feeling your heart begin to ache.
āAnything for you.ā He smiled softly down at you and you wished he hadnāt because itād made your heart want him even more.
āIf we get out of this aliveā¦ā you felt tears begin to form in your eyes. āPromise me youāll leave the academy.ā
āY/Nā,ā he began to protest, sitting up a little bit you shushed him gently and changed your positions.
You cupped his face gently with your hands and looked straight into his eyes.
āWhen we get out of here, you need to disappear. Leave this life behind.ā
San has never seen you cry since the Selection. Your eyes which were usually blank and cold, and that only ever warmed when you looked at him were glassy with tears and there was fear in them. Pure fear and hurt.
āP-please, Sannie. Leave the Academy.ā
Why were you asking him something so difficult?
āYou deserve more than this life. You should be able to live freely and to love freely. Leave all this behind. Leave me behind.ā You were begging him now, your hot tears falling onto his beautiful face. His eyes were so gentle as they looked up at you.
āDonāt ask me of this, Y/N.ā He tried to be stern to mask the breaking of his heart. āYou know I canāt do that!ā He wrapped his arms around your waist. āI canāt. I canātā¦I canāt.ā His voice was trembling, both your fears breaking you down.
āDo it for me, Sannie.ā You wiped his tears away with your thumbs, fighting the urge to kiss the beauty mark on his upper cheek. āIf one of us gets to be free, it should be you.ā
āThatās not fair, Y/N.ā He grabbed you by the back of your neck while his other hand brought your leg to be able to wrap around him, consumed by the need to be close to you. He pressed your forehead against his.
āWe both deserve to live. If weāre talking about who should be free, it should be you.ā He said through gritted teeth, still not letting all his composure go. How could you think so little of your life? āYouāre not a weapon.ā
He took your hand and placed it over where his heart would be. āWe both have hearts that beat. We both have tears to cry. You breathe just like I do. You feel just like I doā¦you can love just like I do.ā
Sanās words echoed in your head, they rang like an alarm as those words breached the codes that the Academy programmed into you.
You couldnāt think straight. None of you could.
āYou can love just like I do.ā
Could you, really?
Your bleary eyes searched Sanās glimmering onyx orbs. You were scared to find nothing but conviction and such surety that made you believe him that you could. The hope in his eyes frightened you.
You didnāt know how to love. You only assumed to know that love was a precious emotion you could never have. The Academy said love was a weakness but all the training and programming they did, seemed to not exist at this very moment. Neither did it for San.
Well in his case, you had always been his exception to every rule. Heād break rules, laws, and bones for you.
āI donāt know if I can,ā you sobbed softly. The fact you donāt even know how to love makes you feel as if you werenāt human.
Love was different from lust. You knew that. Everyone, even those under the Academy, had needs and everyone was left to handle it themselves as long as it didnāt compromise their abilities or get in the way of missions.
To put it simply, they just fucked for the feeling of it.
But no one touched you. You wouldnāt let it happen. You couldnāt. The other girls were nice enough to tell you how to do it yourself and you wondered if San has ever needed to get those needs out of the wayā¦and the thought of who it couldāve been with made your chest ache at the thought.
āYou can.ā He smiled, so soft and gentle, it made you wonder if anyone else in the galaxy could look at you that way. So fondly and not the monster and killer you really were.
San held your hand that was against his heart tightly, still smiling up at you so sweetly you didnāt think you could handle that look. It was so foreign to you.
āY/N, if youāll let me,ā San didnāt care anymore. If you two were going to die tomorrow and if he was going to do as you made him promise, heād hold you and speak as if this was his last night in this life. āLet me make you feel. It doesnāt have to be love. But please, let me make you truly feel.ā
You knew you could say no and it would be okay. All your time in the Academy, you realized the only time you ever felt safe was when you were with San. You didnāt have to keep your guard up with him and you didnāt have to lie to him.
Throwing all caution out the window and focusing on San, just him, you exhaled softly, unaware that you had been holding your breath.
āO-okay.ā You held his face softly once more, telling yourself he was real. That he was here, he had never left you not once and he wouldnāt leave you til you told him to. āP-please Sannie.ā Your voice quivered. āI want to feel alive.ā
āDonāt cry, my darling,ā he cooed, wiping your tears away. āYou know Iāll do anything for you, right?ā
You nodded, letting yourself enjoy the soft touch of his hands in your hair and on your face, and the warmth of his embrace.
āCan I kiss you?ā
You felt heat bloom in your cheeks at the question. San knew youād never been kissed. Well, he knew because first of all, he was your closest friend in the Academy and you told him everything, and secondly, he may or may not have scared off anyone else who wanted to.
āO-okay.ā Youāve never felt so shy.
āI wonāt ever hurt you, Y/N.ā He leaned closer, your heart racing you felt as if it was going to jump out of your chest. āWith everything I am and as long as Iām around, I wonāt let anything hurt you.ā
Your lips parted the slightest bit as his sweet words overwhelmed you with a sensation youāve only ever felt in tingles whenever you were with him and now they were bursts of warmth that radiated throughout your body.
The plumpness of your lips and that innocent and pure way you gazed at home made him lose all his resolve. Softly as if handling the finest and most fragile porcelain, he pressed his lips against yours, their softness and their warmth, and the closeness of it all, made him feel as if the world had stopped.
You didnāt know what to do but when his lips gently moved against yours, a part of you made you do the same. Itās like your body needed to reciprocate his actions naturally. Maybe it was because you had thought about kissing him and wondered about it late at night til your face was hot and you were flustered at the imagination of what itād feel to be closer to Sannie in a different wayā¦
Gently, San helped you sit comfortably on his lap, supporting your back as he kissed you, tasting the sweetness of your lips that had a hint of metallic taste from the small cut on your lower lip. Heād kiss away all your cuts and bruises if youād let him. Heād kiss them to make you forget the pain.
San was still holding back though.
He didnāt want to do anything you didnāt want.
But the way you had begun to kiss him back with the same need as he did, only made it harder for him to not lose himself.
Pulling away reluctantly, he looked at you. Your pretty lashes fluttered so prettily as you blinked dreamily at him, your lips were a glistening pink and your cheeks were glowing.
What made San fall even harder in that moment was the way you shyly looked away when he had been staring.
āSannieā¦ā you murmured, squeezing his shoulders nervously and completely aware that you were sitting on his lap, straddling him.
You just had your first kiss. San had just kissed you.
āCan I touch you?ā
You felt your ears grow hot. āArenāt you already?ā You murmured. His hands were already on your waist and when they werenāt there they were in your hair or caressing your face.
āLet me rephrase that,ā He chuckled and pressed his lips onto the corner of your mouth. āCan Iā¦ā he kissed your cheek, each kiss making warmth bloom wherever they touched you. āTouchā¦ā He caressed the curve of your spine, your lower back tingling at the gentle touch. āAll of you?ā
āY-yes.ā You had uttered out so quickly and softly, that you felt embarrassed. You didnāt even think twice.
āYou can touch me too,ā San began to kiss along the column of your neck, the sensation making you shiver. āYou can touch me however you want, Y/N.ā He gripped your hips just a little bit tighter, enjoying the way you cutely squirmed.
āSannie,ā you softly called out to him, making him part from your neck which he had been kissing and licking.
His brows rose at your call, waiting for whatever you needed to say but in all honesty, you just needed to feel his lips on yours again.
So without a word, you cradled Sanās handsome face in both hands before crashing your lips onto his, surprising not only him but also yourself at how greedy you had become. You didnāt know you could feel such sensations and the kiss just sparked a flame you never knew could come alive, and now that it was lit, it began to burn.
āT-touch me,ā you whispered desperately between kisses, his own lips hungrily kissing you back.
San felt as if he was dreaming when those words slipped past your lips and even more so how prettily you moaned when caressed the underside of your breast with his thumb. He was surprised with how sensitive you were. You were still in your cat suit and yet you reacted so quickly to his touch.
His lips and your lips messily danced with desperation to drink each other's heat and passion. Your own hands had begun to tug at his armored protective suit while he also made quick work of your catsuit. San not wanting to leave the warmth of your lips, took his time to unzip the front of your suit. He wanted to be gentle with you despite the lust that was burning him from the inside out he just wanted to feel you and make you feel.
His lips finally left yours only to attack your neck with hot kisses, making you moan out softly. Gently he laid you on the worn-out mattress, parting from you completely so he could kneel between your thighs. Your eyes remained on him as he removed his protective vest, discarding it somewhere in the room before he peeled off his long sleeve over his head. His muscular chiseled body was illuminated by the moonlight, every ridge and ripple of muscle was accentuated by the shadows of the room. You felt a familiar heat pool in your lower body the more you stared at Sanās physique and you blushed and turned away when he caught you staring.
The edge of Sanās mouth twitched into a small smile, finding your timidness to be rather adorable. He liked how flustered you became because of him. San reached for your hips to pull you closer, your eyes widening when he did.
San found the zipper of your catsuit again, his heart thrumming in his chest as he slowly pulled it down. His breathing grew heavy as yours quickened with how the suit slowly opened revealing glimpses of your naked skin beneath. The rise and fall of your chest along with the sight of the valley of your breasts and hints of your body before him, made his throat dry.
He wanted to take his time but at the same time, his long infatuation that had turned to something more over the years made it difficult.
When the cold air kissed your bare skin, you felt your nipples pebble and harden against the fabric of the suit, making you want to rub your thighs together but that was impossible when San was knelt between your thighs.
āCan I keep going?ā He asked you, pausing the pull of your zipper before it could go lower than your belly button. He searched for any uneasiness in your eyes but instead, he found such a sweet yet sinful look in them.
You nodded. āY-yes, please.ā
Gently, he helped you slip your arms out of the suit, his breath hitching at the sight of your bare pretty breasts bouncing free as he bunched the specialized Kevlar-like fabric at your waist. His palms were at least a micro-centimeter away from your skin. Almost afraid and hesitant to truly feel you. An assassin without their suit was just as deadly as them having one but with you, he felt as if without it, you were just a woman. A woman who wanted to be lovedā¦a woman he loved.
Kissing you drove him crazy enough but to get to touch you? Heās going to crumble.
It seemed you had noticed his hesitation and driven by your silent desire, you took his hand and splayed fingers and pressed his palm over the middle of your chest, close to where your heart would be.
You didnāt say a word as his eyes snapped to meet yours. All it told him was that this was consensual, that you wanted him to touch you, and that he could keep going.
If this was truly yours and his last night in this world, none of you wanted to hold back.
āSannieā¦ā his heart stopped when you softly called out his name. Your eyes looked into his as if he brought you peace, there was no turmoil nor anxiety in them. The cold and dark blankness that they held when youāre on a mission or on Academy grounds was absent.
Right here, before him was just you. The young girl he once knew that the Academy caged and programmed to be a weapon in their beck and call, a woman who did not have the time to love or be loved, nor was allowed to. But if you were to tell him you were incapable of loving, heād prove to you that you were wrong.
Maybe you didnāt know it then but the compassion you had shown him during your trainee days when he was nothing but the runt of the litter of kids with no future chosen by the Academy to be given a chance, that in its own way was love.
The way you stuck by him, took time to check if he was okay and to defend him from higher ranking assassins, even if it was platonic or more, it was love.
You slipped your fingers into his, intertwining them.
āKeep going.ā
There was a hint of sadness in your smile despite the way you looked so longingly at him as if he were the warm shining sun.
He continued to unravel you. Gently, he rolled the fabric to slip past your hips. Despite your line of work, your skin was close to perfect in his eyes. No deep scars nor wounds that left a memory of your missions plus the Academy took good care of their favorites.
But the sight before him proved him wrong.
His heart dropped into his stomach and he felt your hand squeeze his.
Below your belly button and not fully hidden by the waistband of your black underwear, a long jagged scar curved along your lower abdomen. The scar was healed but it left its mark. It sickly smiled at him in a deeper shade than your complexion with pinkish hues.
āW-what is this?ā He held your hip gently, his thumb caressing your hipbone afraid to touch that area skin, should you not like it.
He felt his heart break when you only looked at him sadly. āY/N, w-what is this?ā He croaked out hoarsely, his heart breaking when you looked at him that way and continued to hold his hand in yours.
āMy graduation.ā
The world stopped and he heard nothing but a dull ringing in his ears.
The Academy.
āWhy didnāt you tell me?ā
āBecause it didnāt matter. Why should I speak of something that I could never get back.ā
āD-donāt talk like that. Y/N you shouldāve told me.ā
You sat up, heart breaking when you heard his voice crack. San didnāt even realize that tears were falling from his eyes as he stared at that mocking smiling scar. Just when he thought the Academy couldnāt take any more from you, they took everything.
Well, almost everything. But not him. They were not taking him away from you. Never.
āSannie, donāt cry.ā You smiled, wiping his tears away. āI didnāt tell you 'cause I knew youād cry.ā You took a deep breath, finally telling your closest friend of so many years the secret youāve kept from him. āThis is why you should leave the Academy and live a life you truly deserve. You have a chance for a future you want. Mineā¦wellā¦mine was taken from me. It was a silly dream I had when we were kids.ā
āWhen we spent time around the towns and Iād see people getting married and having families, I thought I could have that. I thought I was going to marry you and have a family. At twelve years old.ā You laughed softly at the childhood memory. āAt twelve years old, I looked at you, my best friend, and thought āIām going to marry Sanā and that weāre going to be as happy as the families Iāve seen. That I would have a child and give them the life I never hadā¦but then the Academy happened.ā
Sanās tears streamed down his handsome face and you held his face in your hands once more, making him look at you.
āI donāt want to think about that tonight. I donāt want to think about what I went through to stay alive.ā You leaned down to kiss his jaw and your breath was hot against his ear as you uttered words that shattered his heart even more. āSo donāt touch me like Iām made of glass. You canāt break something thatās already broken. Make me forget, Sannie.ā
You kissed him again then took his hand that was on your hip and guided it to cup your breast, your body tingling and warming at the touch. The simple gesture told him one thing. Throw caution out the window. Nothing else mattered now except you and him. If both of you were going to die tomorrow, you both wanted to feel love and act on desires that both of you held back on.
Driven by the love he harbored for you for so long, he attacked your neck with heated kisses and caressed your bare torso with such a need to feel your skin.
Your warmth and your scent, he could die in it.
Sloppily, he licked and nibbled at the juncture of your neck and shoulder before going lower, and hungrily taking the soft peak of your breast into his hot mouth.
You gasped and moaned at the sudden and new sensation, your body tingling over and your hips mindlessly grinding on Sanās thigh. You shivered at the spark of friction and loosely wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers combing through his hair as his tongue flicked and swirled over your sensitive nipple while his other hand gave your other breast attention. He squeezed and massaged them just as greedy as his mouth was latched onto your right tit.
Soon, clothes were haphazardly thrown away and you were on your back completely on display for Sanās eyes and his eyes only. The coldness of the room was forgotten as your bodies began to burn with lust and yours continued to grow hotter as he kissed along your inner thigh, his slit cat-like predatory gaze never leaving your face.
Your thigh was hooked over his left shoulder and San took his time kissing your soft plush thighs, nipping and biting where he wanted and enjoying the way you squirmed and trembled. But when he came face to face with your pretty pink pussy before him, he felt like he could cum untouched.
His gaze was hot as he stared at your core and you wanted to close your thighs but it was impossible with Sanās position. He rested his hand over your lower belly as he licked his lips.
āYouāre dripping,ā he said lowly, eying your slick pink folds and your little pulsing hole that pushed more arousal out the more he teased you. He brushed his thumb over your clit and your hips bucked.
Fuck, he swore to himself. You were so sensitive.
Biting his lip, he collected your arousal and messily spread it all over your cunt. You could feel the warm sticky slick over your skin and you only grew more needy for his touch. Youāve touched yourself plenty of times when you needed toā¦but it was different when it was someone else, it was different that it was San.
āFuck,ā he hissed softly, feeling how wet you were and how easily his thumb was able to circle around your sensitive clit, enjoying the reactions he was eliciting from you. āDoes that feel good, sweetheart?ā
You nodded, shamelessly.
āHave you ever been touched here?ā He asked, wondering if you were like the other assassins who deal with their desires by sleeping with another assassin. If you answered yes, heād be jealous. Heās already jealous at the thought of someone else being as close as he was to you right now.
But your answer was more than he expected.
āN-no. Just me.ā You breathily replied, biting back a moan when he pressed a little more as he massaged your clit in slow languid circles.
āYeah? Just you? All alone?ā
āMhm Hm.ā You bit your lip, your hips bucking into his hand for more.
You were driving him crazy. He was imagining you touching yourself in your room. Pretty little hand in your panties playing with yourself underneath the covers and biting back your moans like you were right now.
āYou knowā¦thereās something better than just your fingers,ā he inched closer, his breath fanning over your pussy, the heat of it making you clench around nothing. He hooked his arms underneath your thighs to hold you down and keep your hips still.
āYour fingers?ā You guessed, blinking at him and watching his every move. You found it rather embarrassing that he was this close to your intimate area.
āDefinitely,ā he chuckled at your response. āBut not that, sweetheart.ā He kissed the top of your pubic bone. āSomething even better.ā
Before you could ask what, his pink tongue peeked from his lips and licked a long stripe from your dripping hole and up your clit. You moaned at the feeling, squirming in his hold. Not one second did his eyes leave yours, the intensity of them made you need him more, and when he slowly flicked his tongue around your clit, tasting you, the pleasure went straight to your head.
āA-ah, Sannie,ā you gasped but it didnāt end there.
As he had done with your breast, he latched his hot lips onto your core and began tasting you.
San moaned against your pussy at the sweet taste of your cunt, slurping and hungrily licking at your arousal as if he didnāt want to let a single drop go to waste.
It was downright dirty. Pornographic.
He kissed and made out with your core like he had with your lips. You never knew that you could feel such mind-numbing pleasure like this. His tongue was so hot and his lips were so soft, and just when you thought it couldnāt get better, you felt the tip of his finger tease your entrance.
It was almost too much.
You gripped his dark hair and tugged when you felt him slip a digit inside of you. His finger was thicker than yours, longer too. A rush of arousal washed over you when you heard him moan against your pussy when you pulled his hair.
āYouāre so wet, fuck. You taste so good.ā He briefly left your clit then licked at the pearl before saying. āMy finger slipped in so easily, sweetheart. I think you can take another one already. Canāt you?ā
āY-yes. San, please. I-I need more. Please.ā You panted breathlessly. Just as you asked, he delivered.
He added another finger into your hole, slowly slipping them in and losing his fucking mind at how tight you were sucking his digits in. He could only imagine how heavenly it must feel when it was his cock instead.
āSo fucking tight, sweetheart.ā He bit his lip, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out of you, his fingers completely covered in your slick. āYou like that, darling? Love how my fingers are filling you up?ā
You nodded, gripping the mattress below you as your hips moved on their own, and words youāve never thought youād say out loud slipped past your lips. āW-want to feel you deeper. M-more please.ā
San could only smile at your reaction before he latched his mouth again onto your clit while fingers curled inside of you. You swore at how easily he found that spot you desperately tried to find on your own in the privacy of your room. His fingers were thicker and your chaste walls welcomed them so easily. The way he touched you and pleasured you felt so good, you didnāt care about the lewd squelching sounds your pussy made as he fucked his fingers into you. You could even feel your arousal drip from your hole and onto the mattress.
His eyes were peacefully closed shut as he tasted you. It was as if he was savoring every single bit of you and this kind of attention was making a familiar warmth bloom in your chest.
āS-San, w-wait, I-Iām,ā you stuttered out, feeling your core tighten, the familiar sensation of being on that edge far more intense than when you touched yourself alone.
āItās okay, sweetheart. Itās okay,ā he murmured against your core, releasing your overstimulated clit with a soft wet pop. āCum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.ā
Something about what he said and how he flicked his tongue against your clit as his fingers mercilessly pumped and curled inside of you, sent you over the edge. You gasped as your hips trembled and your walls convulsed around his fingers, your climax making you shake and your mind go blank momentarily.
San hummed deeply, the vibration of the sound along with how he slowly lapped your release and moved his lips as he did, made some part of your brain melt.
He couldnāt get enough and he quite literally was acting as if this was his last meal on earth.
āS-Sannie, waitāah!ā He prolonged your organs with his lazy kisses and languid kitten licks.
Once he had gotten enough (though he doesnāt think heāll ever get enough), he parted from your lower lips to look at you through hooded eyes full of hunger and lust. It made your heart race.
With his eyes locked on yours, he thought his two fingers that had been inside of your heat to his lips and licked your essence off of it, a sudden heat passing through your body at the visual.
āYou taste like heaven, sweetheart.ā He moaned deeply, taking his time to taste you on his fingers.
āH-how about you?ā You asked, your voice breathy and higher than its usual tone.
He caressed your thighs, lovingly as you came down from your high. āWhat about me sweetheart?ā
Your hands caressed his toned stomach, tracing the lines of his abs and stopping before the waistband of his briefs.
āDo I get to taste you?ā
Sanās cock throbbed at your question that sounded so innocent from your lips. He wants to make this all about you but you were making it difficult for him to not be selfish and focus on making you feel good.
Still lightheaded from your orgasm, you sat up and crawled to San, the man before you gulping at the visual of you on your knees and seeing the beautiful shape of your back, it was like looking at a cat. You knelt by him, meeting his height before placing your hands on his shoulders and moving him to sit on the mattress with his back against the wall.
āI want to taste you, Sannie.ā You purred, sitting a top of your folded legs, his own legs spread to make room for you.
He raised a brow watching you, amused at your actions. Even like this, he looked so attractive.
San smiled softly at you and caressed your cheek as you looked at him with round wide eyes. āAre you sure, sweetheart?ā
You nodded, experimentally teasing the imprint of his length in his briefs. His breath hitched at the mere touch of your fingertips, his excitement making his thighs tense.
āTeach me how?ā You looked at him through your lashes and the sweet determined look you had turned him on even more.
You were rather shy that you asked him to show you but little did you know, that just sent his mind places. Was he really your first?
Curiously, you palmed his length making a shaky breath leave him. āDid that feel good Sannie?ā
āF-fuckā¦ y-yes. It felt good sweetheart.ā
āCan I take it off?ā You tugged at the waistband lightly and he nodded eagerly.
You pulled down his boxers and once the garment was down past his hips, his cock sprung free from its confines. It slapped against his hard abdomen and you felt your mouth water at the sight.
Not knowing what itād do to him, you slowly wrapped your hand around his length to gauge his size and San hissed at the warmth of your soft palm. He was hot and stiff, and the pink head was glistening with a slick liquid. With your other hand, your fingertips spread his precum all over the bulbous round tip.
āOh, sweetheart, youāre torturing me.ā He groaned the more you massaged this sensitive tip.
You felt your core tingle at the sight of his furrowed brows and his parted lips as you touched him. You wanted to make him feel good too.
āWhat do you want me to do, Sannie?ā Your voice was so sweet.
āF-fuck, baby, spit on it a-and then wrap your pretty hand around me, okay?ā His hand gently cupped the back of your neck.
A little hesitant but doing as he said, you spat on his cock, and the dirty sound and act of it made his cock twitch. You were guessing that you should spread it around and when he hummed, it told you, you were doing something right.
āSuch a good girl, sweetheart.ā He cooed. āNow wrap your hand around me. Fuuuck. Just like that.ā
Feeling excited with all the praise he was giving, you kissed his neck slowly, doing as he did to you earlier.
āM-move your hand up and down, sweetheart.ā
āO-okay.ā
Your saliva mixed with his precum gave lubrication for you to easily glide your hand up and down his shaft.
āThatās it, baby. That feels so good. Fuck.ā He moaned. āCome here, let me kiss you.ā
You do as he says and kiss with his, moving your lips with his, and your core clenched when you could taste a sweet yet slightly salty flavor on your lips. Was that you? The fact you were tasting yourself on his lips turned you on.
The two of you stayed like that; making out while your hand pumped his cock, feeling his girth and his length. You couldnāt help but wonder how heād feel inside of you but you wanted to taste him first like you said.
You pulled away from his lips and they pouted at the loss of them but he couldnāt stay disappointed for long, not when your tongue just did a kitten lick on his sensitive tip.
āFuck, sweetheart, are you really sure?ā He moaned, not wanting to force you. He was happy enough that you had been jerking him off. You really didnāt have to return the favor if you didnāt want to.
āMhm.ā You hummed, following your instincts and taking his leaking tip in your mouth, while your hand continued to move up and down his shaft.
His taste made your head spin and your clit throb. You liked the taste of him, it was a little salty but it was just him.
āShit-,ā he threw his head back, his other hand gripping the mattress as you licked and suckled at his tip. āThat feels so good. Fuck. Donāt stop. Such a good girl using your pretty mouth on me. Do I taste good?ā
You hummed so cutely as a yes. God, heād do anything for you. How were you this cute?
āDo you think you can take more of my cock in your mouth? You think you can take it?ā
His dirty talk made you even wetter and you were sure that you were dripping at this point.
Could you take it? There was only one way to find out.
Breathing through your nose and flattening out your tongue, you slipped his cock deeper almost choking when the hot tip touched the back of your throat but you against your gag reflex and tried to mimic what your hand had been doing. You slowly moved your head up and down, bobbing rhythmically on his cock.
San moaned breathily. This was your first time taking cock in your mouth? āYouāre a fucking natural, baby. Fuck. That feels good. You look so pretty like this. Could cum just watching you.ā
What you couldnāt take in your mouth, you made up for with your hand, earning more moans from San. You liked this. You liked making him feel good. You liked having his cock inside your mouth, you wanted to taste more than his cock.
You wanted more.
āFuck,ā he swore when he felt you bravely take a little deeper, feeling the way the start of your throat constricted at the intrusion of his cock. āSweetheart, if you keep doing thatā,ā
You bobbed your head faster, not caring that you were making such lewd slurping and sucking sounds. He had done the same for you and at that moment you understood why he had enjoyed tasting you.
Sanās thighs began to clench and his core tightened further. His knuckles were turning white at how hard he was gripping the mattress in one hand while the other grabbed your ass, making you yelp and take more of him deeper in your throat, which pushed him over the edge.
There was a cute surprised squeak that came from you which was the cherry on top of him spilling his load inside your mouth. Your eyes widened as you felt his hot release go down your throat and they fluttered close as you savored the taste of him.
San was losing it when he felt your throat move as you swallowed his cum. He didnāt know you were going to do that. Whatās making his head spin further and making his hazy orgasmic bliss last longer was how you kept him inside your mouth, just the tip, and licking the slit of his cock head.
You pulled away, his cock falling on his stomach, still hard and you sat so cutely in between his legs as he panting and coming down from his high.
You wiped the edge of your mouth and licked what was left of him on your lips.
āSannie tastes good.ā
You didnāt know you had said that out loud in such a soft manner that made San swoon.
San like a cat, pounced on you.
He was once again all over you. Your back was against the mattress as he found his place between your thighs. You eyed his cock, still hard and glistening from when it had been in your mouth. Your walls clenched when San wrapped his own hand around his pretty cock and pressed the head against your clit making you whimper.
San rubbed the tip of his cock through your slit, spreading your slick and coating himself with it. You were so drenched that it was driving him crazy, he wanted to bury his cock deep inside you so bad but when his eyes met the long scar smiling from one hip bone to the other. He wanted to take his time. For you.
āY/N,ā he said softly, holding your hips with care. Even though you told him that he couldnāt break what was broken, he wouldnāt want to think of breaking you. In fact, he wanted to make you feel full, whole, and complete. He wanted to care for you in a way you deserved. āAm I your first?ā
The sudden question threw you off. It made you realize that he was going to be your first. Concepts like those shouldnāt matter to you especially since you didnāt have the time to think of such a thing.
āY-yesā¦ā you admitted, relaxing a little. āYouāre the first person to ever kiss me too. I want you to be my first, Sannie.ā Your heart was aching while your body burned for him. āAnd if this is our last night alive, I wouldnāt have imagined anyone else being my first and my last. Iām gladā¦itās you.ā
San didnāt know if this was the right time to say the three words heād been dying to say to you for so long. āFor meā¦ā he slowly moved his hips, rubbing his length between your slick folds, making your face relax into that flushed blissful expression.
āItās always been you.ā
You didnāt have time to think or question what that meant. Not when the tip of his cock teased at your entrance, just pressing against it.
Slowly, he let the head pop inside your cunt, both of you gasping. The girth of his cock stretched you out more than you could ever with your two fingers and there was a slight sting as he entered, making you bite your lip and whimper.
But he was attentive.
San intertwined his fingers with yours while his other hand held your hip still as he slowly, little by little, inch by inch, pushed his cock deeper into your tight wet heat. The velvety warmth of your walls made his head spin and the way they hugged his cock was heaven. The carnal part inside of him wanted nothing more than to thrust deeply into you and have you falling apart for him.
āS-Sannie, m-more.ā
He growled lowly. Despite this being your first time, the wetness of your heat made his cock slip in so easily. Both of you watched as his cock split your lower lips apart and how his length slowly disappeared into you. You were bewildered that San was inside of you. You never knew just how badly you wanted to be close to him until tonight.
The circumstances were dire, it was hopeless but you had him.
āI want to feel more.ā You squeezed his hand as he pushed his hips a little further. āY-youāre so thick.ā
San must be dreaming.
You brought your free hand over your mouth as the sensation of being filled up was such a pleasure youāve never felt before. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
āYouāre taking me so well, sweetheart. Youāre doing so well.ā
He cooed and praised you for each inch you took of him and there was something about the heat of him inside you, spreading apart your chaste walls that made your thighs shiver as he bottomed out.
San let out a long exhale, cursing as he felt his whole length be snuggly embraced by your velvety warm walls. He could even feel your arousal coat him and drip out of your entrance. He was ascending. He was the closest he could ever get to the person heās only ever seen as the love of his life.
You looked so beautiful before him. How could you be so bashful yet exuding such allure? Your hand squeezed his as you adjusted to his cock inside of you, he could even feel the way your walls squeeze and contracted as you did. Fuck. He was your first. The first man to ever have the privilege to be this close to you, to feel you, and to see you in a state so vulnerable that you hid from everyone.
āSweetheart, are you okay?ā San asked, massaging your hips to help you relax. You were squeezing him so tight. āDoes it hurt?ā
His sweet voice and the care in them made your heart crack. What did you do to deserve someone like Choi San?
āN-not really. Itās justā¦new.ā You whimpered when the head of his cock that was in your mouth earlier was snug against your cervix. āI-I can feel you.ā
That made Sanās head spin. āY-yeah?ā
āMhm.ā You nodded, holding his hand and looking into his eyes. āIā¦feelā¦you.ā
Each word held so much weight and emotion that San couldnāt stop himself from leaning down and crashing his lips on yours. He could feel you too and he loved the feeling of you. He drew his hips back just a little, slowly giving you shallow thrusts to get you used to him. You gasped at the sensation of his cock gliding and scraping your walls, the friction so sinfully and mind-numbingly good.
San continued to kiss you, his tongue delving into your warm wet mouth, the two of you kissing messily as his cock eased its way out of your walls leaving only the tip in. You squirmed. The first taste of the motion of his length inside you sparked a rush that felt addicting and when he easily slid back into you again, it confirmed that growing addiction.
āS-Sannie!ā You cried out, arms wrapping around him, holding onto him as he stroked your walls deeply.
āF-fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.ā He groaned, burying his face into your neck, kissing the spots he hadnāt marked with love bites.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, your lust mixing with greed as you needed more of the feeling that San was giving you. Youāve never felt so much in your time of being alive. It was new. It was something you never had before.
The deep passionate rolls of hips with every intention to make you feel pleasure, the hot kisses on your neck, the sweet nothings heād whisper, and the gentle caresses on your body. It made you dizzy, youāve never lost yourself in something soā¦euphoric.
As San continued to glide his cock in and out of your tight heat, with his forehead against your chest, his eyes met that scar on below your belly once more, his heart aching. Why did they take that away from you? It was so cruel of them.
His emotions were all mixed up. You two might not live to see another day after this night and the two of you acting on your emotions and passions that had been suppressed for so long were both overwhelming. Plus the truth of what happened to you during your Academy days hurt him.
All he knew was he wanted to you to feel all of him. To make you feel his love and desire for you with every touch, every kiss, and every strong drive of his hips.
The passion and the way you two had been showing it to one another became more carnal as the lust muddled both your brains with nothing but unspoken love and the need to just fuck.
Sanās hips picked up their pace. He thrusted and drove into you so deeply, each scrape and glide of his length inside you made his fat cock head kiss your cervix and pound into that one spot that sent you shivering and moaning.
San liked those sounds of yours. Accompanied by the lewd wet squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin, it was driving him crazy.
āYou feel that, sweetheart?ā He placed his palm just below where your scar was, where he was fucking you. āThatās me.ā
āC-can feel you, Sannie! Oh god,ā you cried out, nails digging into his back. You could feel him waking up every fiber of your being with pleasure. āWant to feel more of you. D-donāt stop, please. Want you. I want you.ā You were rambling mindlessly too lost in the pleasure, too lost in the heat of his thick cock filling you up.
āI wonāt stop, baby. Canāt stop. I need you so bad. You need me to right? Fuck,ā he felt you squeeze him tighter. āIāll make you feel good, Y/N.ā He moved his palm lower to find your sensitive pearl all puffy and sticky with your arousal.
Your back arched into him as he massaged your clit.
āYou look so beautiful,ā he whispered, fucking you til you both get your fill. Even if you both came now, he doesnāt think heāll have enough of you. He wanted to fuck you so passionately. He wanted to drink what he could of you as this might just be your last night together. āAre you close, sweetheart?ā
āY-yes!ā You croaked out, panting with each thrust of his cock. āW-wanna cum, Sannie. P-please.ā
āDonāt worry, pretty. Iāll make you cum. Iāll fucking make you cum.ā He growled, his hips picking up their pace. Your mouth fell open. The new pace had his cock hitting your g-spot at such a rapid pace you couldnāt think at all. All you knew was you wanted him to keep fucking you.
āH-harder. Need to feel you deeper.ā You whined, hugging him close and your words only made the man before you go feral.
The snap of his hips shook your whole body with pleasure that only crescendoed your bliss further into euphoria. That tight knot within your tummy was reaching its limit. With how San was moaning and groaning against your neck, and how his fingers on your clit glided so easily with your slick was sending you over the edge.
You chanted his name over and over so breathlessly, your nails digging deeper into Sanās back.
Snap!
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your walls clamped down around San, your thighs and hips convulsing uncontrollably as pleasure swooped through your body. You couldnāt help the way your nails clawed down his back which made the man before you moan brokenly as his hips stilled and glued against you.
Heat began to fill your walls and your womb as you came hard. Sanās thigh muscles were taut as he emptied what he could into you. It was driving him crazy. Your walls were sucking him in a way where his cum just kept flowing til he had nothing more to give you.
āS-Saā,ā you didnāt have to finish calling out for him before he leaned forward to capture your lips. The kiss was slow and lingeringā¦it was gentle and deep.
āIāve got you,ā he said briefly leaving the kiss to take a moment to straighten his back to look at you before him.
You were glowing. Your beautiful skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat that made you glisten beneath the moonlight and your face was flushed. Your eyes looked up at him hazily, blinking prettily as you were still in your high. His eyes then drifted to where the two of you were still connected. Your puffy lips were split around his cock and you couldnāt help but look down there too.
Slowly, he slid himself out inch by inch. You whimpered at the loss of fullness but when you saw the pink cock head slip out and his length slam against his abdomen coated in your slick and pearly white release? Your walls clenched around nothing. With his thumb, he pulled one of your lower lips gently to get a good look at your pink pussy and his eyes darkened once more when he saw his cum leak out your pulsing hole.
San spread his release all over your pussy, his cat-like eyes curious and staring deeply at where he āmarkedā you in his way.
āM-more.ā
Did he imagine that?
āS-Sannie,ā you spread your lips apart for him, making him swallow the lump in his throat. His eyes went to your face, his head spinning when you looked at him with such want and need. Could you look at him like that forever? āM-more. Need to feel you more.ā
With Sanā¦.you never had to ask him twice.
With the same passion and desire as he did earlier if not more, he was on you again. This time the two of you didnāt care about being gentle. You two were desperate for one another. Utterly desperate.
Then you found yourself locked against San with his arm around your waist, your back pressing against his body as he fucked deeply into you without thought. Your bodies were sticky as your shared heat kept you both hot, the cold forgotten as he pounded into you.
You moaned over and over for him, the sound a beautiful melody to his ears.
āI-I donāt think I can stop.ā He rasped against your ear, slamming his pelvis against your ass filling your cunt up to the brim with his cock. āI donāt want to stop,ā San growled while you cried as he slammed particularly deep, the new position making him reach that spongy spot inside you so fucking easily.
Heās gonna make love to you til you both are absolutely spent. Til he was empty and til you fell apart and had enough of him.
In that little walled-off prison you two were in, the two of you indulged in ways you both could never have during your time in the Academy. Boundaries they programmed into you were broken, lines were crossed and two beating hearts were fully awakenedā¦and for the first time, truly, alive.
Thenā¦when it was doneā¦when that night passed and dawn broke. Those two hearts remained in each otherās arms, embracing one another as they feared for what the morrow would bring.
Not knowing that San would have to keep the promise he kept you.
āYou deserve more than this life. You should be able to live freely and to love freely. Leave all this behind. Leave me behind.ā
Kim Hongjoong doesnāt like the word ācult.ā He prefers āsect.ā
pairing: ateez x fem reader
genre: cult au, thriller, angst
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chapter word count: 8,561
You take in Sanās words, blinking aggressively. You pull your face away from his, your questions clear from your expression.
San squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look at you for too long. āI canāt explain it now. Or, well, Iāll explain it all soon, but we need to leave.ā
āLeave? Like, the farm?ā You question, your words coming faster than you can control them. āWhat? San? Did something happen?āĀ
He opens his eyes, then, staring into yours. The pain is evident in his face, his internal struggle still battling.Ā
āAfter today, I canāt predict what Hongjoong will do to get you to break.ā San admits, tears welling in his eyes. āHeās going to hurt you, and if he canāt, heāll kill you.āĀ
āWhat happened to you, San?ā You ask, more concerned by his disheveled appearance than by the revelation of the thoughts that youāve had hundreds of times.Ā
He shakes his head. āItās not important, I promise. Iām fine.ā He pauses, sucking in a breath. āHow do you feel?āĀ
āIām fine, San, just shaken up, I guess. Do you know how Hongjoong did that?āĀ
His hands squeeze your forearms tighter, gripping you like heās going to lose you. āI have no idea. But if heās willing to go this far, Iā¦ fuck, I canāt believe it. I have to get you away from this.āĀ
You can only gape at him. You canāt believe that San is saying these things to you. San had always been so loyal to Hongjoong, even leading up to the very moments before the ceremony. What could possibly have made him flip his entire script so quickly?Ā
Itās almost touching to realize how much San must care for you. If heās willing to abandon this for youā¦ Fuck.Ā
āSan, when can we go?ā You try to not sound so eager, but the prospect of getting away is so sweet.Ā
He presses a kiss to your forehead before replying. āI have to think on it, but I swear that it will be soon. I canāt believe itās taken me so long to figure it out.āĀ
You want to ask what it is that heās figured out or what made him realize, but that sits in the backseat compared to the thought that suddenly rises to the forefront of your mind. āWhat about Haseul? And Mingi?āĀ
San freezes, still searching your face. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, but no words come out.Ā
āSan?āĀ
āI,ā he pauses, biting his lip, āIāll have to think about it more. We might have to come back for them.āĀ
You donāt like that idea, but you had thought it yourself a few times before. It would be a lot easier to get yourself out and come back with people that could actually stand a chance against this group rather than try and sneak out with someone else, risking all of your lives in the process.Ā
āJust trust me, yeah?ā He smiles, letting go of your arms to readjust his shirt.Ā
You nod, throwing the blanket off of your legs. This is as good of a time as any to get out of the infirmary. Whatever had been going on with San, they must not care too much if youāre back with him considering the fact that heās here now.Ā
Once San is reassembled, he offers you his hand again, helping you stand as you swing your legs off the bed. The two of you leave the room, passing by Nayeon as you walk down the hallway. She waves, smiling while you go.Ā
San drops your hand once youāre outside, but keeps one on the small of your back. He could reasonably pass that off as just helping you stay upright.Ā
By now, itās mid-morning, almost 11. The sun is high and the fieldsāĀ
For the first time since you had arrived at the farm, you saw the farm equipment actually being put to use. A huge combine harvester moves through the field, still relatively close to the barn. Youāre awestruck to actually see work being done, amazed that the time has passed so quickly.Ā
You halt in your tracks, lifting a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun so that you can watch the machine move. It doesnāt move particularly fast, but, by God, is it freaky looking. You wouldnāt want that thing coming to run you down, thatās for sure.
Which only reminds you of the time that you had tried to escape. And then resorted to hiding in the corn.Ā
When all of the corn is harvested, how will this place look? Barren. Cold. You donāt want to picture it; all that land with nowhere to hide. Will you even have to see it? Maybe youāll be gone by then.Ā
A waving figure catches your eye off in the distance. Youāre easily able to identify Yeosang once you look fully at him, and you raise your hand back in greeting, having to squint your eyes against the sun.Ā
San doesnāt wave back, instead ushering you to turn back toward the compound and keep moving.Ā
āAre we in a rush?ā You ask, allowing him to steer you toward the door.Ā
San glances around, āI wouldnāt say that. But Iād feel better if we were alone in our apartment.āĀ
Well, okay, you guess. You would think that it would be a bit suspicious if you both suddenly started acting differently, but itāll probably be okay for right now. At least until you can talk to San about everything.Ā
You head inside, trying to walk to the stairs. But youāre stopped before either of you can make the first step, a voice calling your name behind you.
Itās Wooyoung, you realize, before you even turn around to face him.Ā
āArenāt you going to eat anything?āĀ
You glare across the foyer at him, wondering what kind of nerve this kid must have to be talking to you like youāre best friends again.Ā
He has a point, though. You turn your attention to your stomach, but youāre not surprised that the general sense of nausea and unease still lingers there; nothing like hunger. āIām not hungry.āĀ
You know better than to directly accuse him of drugging you again. You really donāt know if he didā¦ itās possible that he didnāt. But, really, looking back on itā¦ Ugh, youāll just ask San later. He had already told you what he thought, butā¦ you donāt know. Just, whatever.Ā
Wooyoung squints, a flat expression on his face. āAre you feeling alright after everything? Not just anyone can say they stood down a Guardian.āĀ
Thatās really rich, coming from Wooyoung, you have to admit. The guy that basically told you that you need to accept your role in this place because he isnāt happy with his, either. Maybe heās trying to sympathize with you, as a fellow skeptic. You wonāt take the ācomplimentā at face value, but you still donāt appreciate the remark.Ā
āIām perfectly fine,ā you shrug, hoping to end the conversation there.Ā
He doesnāt look convinced. āIāll have someone run some food up for you guys.āĀ
San thanks him for you, clearly ending the conversation there. He ushers the both of you up the stairs and to your apartment, swiftly locking the door behind you once youāre inside.Ā
You look around your apartment, almost expecting something to have changed, but nothing has. Everything is just how you left it this morning, not a single thing out of order.Ā
āAre we talking about this now, then?ā You question, looking to San as he paces in front of the couch. He doesnāt stop pacing, but he does gesture for you to sit down, āyouāre really worrying me, San.āĀ
He halts in place then, frowning, but not sitting next to you. āIām sorry, itās justā¦ā he lets his sentence hang in the air, āI canāt believeā¦ I canāt believe it.āĀ
āWhat happened to you while I was out?ā You want to reach out and grab his hand, but you canāt, heās moving too much.Ā
San starts pacing again, āwell, first of all, sorry for disappearing on your right before the ceremony.ā You nod, encouraging him to continue. āSeonghwa appeared out of nowhere and pulled me aside to talk about literally nothing and then, by the time I realized what was happening, the ceremony had started and I couldnāt have helped you.āĀ
He freezes, as if recalling the memory, āand then the ceremony happened. And, and that thing appeared. I hope to God that Hongjoong or Seonghwa or someone was able to explain that to you, because I canāt. I donāt know what that was, Iāve never seen anything like it or heard of Hongjoongāā he stops abruptly. āI mean that I donāt know how that happened. And I saw it grab you and I seriously, I thought that it was now, that, that Hongjoong had enough of you andā I thought you were going to die.āĀ
Itās only now that his voice falters, breaking with his last sentence. Youāre no stranger to Sanās emotions, but his tears always have an effect on you. To his credit, he does a good job of keeping it mostly together as he keeps speaking.Ā
āBut then it was over, and you were on the ground, and I tried to stand up to go to you, but Seonghwa held me down, and I couldnāt do anything. I felt so helpless watching Hongjoong pick you up, watching Mingi run to his side to take you off of his hands and carry you out. I tried to get up again, but Seonghwa wouldnāt let me go. I almost fucking hit him.ā He shakes at the memory, his voice thick with both anger and his tears. āWe stayed there for a long time. We just waited until Hongjoong came back, and he sure fucking came back. He was incensed. Didnāt even say why. Even Seonghwa looked nervous as he screamed and bitched and threw shit around.āĀ
āYou will not take her from me!ā Hongjoong screams, at neither man in particular. āI donāt care which one of you it is; I forbade it for a reason and I will be fucking respected!āĀ
Seonghwa doesnāt move an inch at Sanās side. San doesnāt say anything, either.
Hongjoongās rage permeates the chapel. āWhy isnāt she scared? Why isnāt she terrified, whimpering and begging for her life at my feet?ā He starts pacing up and down the aisle, kicking copies of The Answer that he had thrown to the ground. āDoesnāt she realize that I am the only thing standing between her and a cold grave?ā He whirls to face the other two men. āAnswer me!ā
āI think she is scared of you,ā San mutters, ābut sheās good at hiding it in front of you.āĀ
Hongjoongās face contorts into a smile, and San knows that heās fucked up. āIs that it? How do you know, San? Do you hold her at night while she cries in your arms at my cruelty?āĀ
San only blinks, unable to respond in a way that would please his leader.Ā
āShe doesnāt know about Haseul yet. What is she going to think when she finds out that her boyfriend let her die?āĀ
āHongjoongā,ā Seonghwa cuts in, āShe canāt know about Haseul, even if you want to scare her. Itās invaluable for us to be able to hold this oveāā
āYou will not tell me what I can and cannot do, Park Seonghwa!ā Hongjoong yells, āI am in charge here! I am! If I want her to know about Haseul, she will know about Haseul.āĀ
āOf course you are, Hongjoong, you donāt need to be so angry.ā Seonghwa tries to console Hongjoong, to absolutely no avail.Ā
Hongjoong puts his palms together, resting his index fingers on his forehead as he thinks. āI cannot take this disrespect much longer.āĀ
The chapel remains in tense silence, neither San nor Seonghwa wanting to be the first to say something.
Apparently thatās not what Hongjoong wanted, either. āSeonghwa,ā he gets the manās attention, āhold San steady for me, would you?ā
San knows whatās coming. Hongjoongās had it out for him for ages, and this is finally it. Heās outlived his purpose, his presence is only backfiring, itās time for him to go. He knew that it was coming, he shouldāve known that it would be now. His death would utterly destroy (Y/n), there would be nothing for her to do except accept her fate.Ā
Seonghwa does as Hongjoong instructs, standing behind him to hold his arms in place. San doesnāt struggle. He has to be strong. Go bravely. Thatās what he wants.Ā
But Hongjoong surprises him. He takes a step toward him, smoothing his own ceremonial shirt before grabbing the hem of Sanās and pulling it out of his pants.Ā
Ohā¦ San really hadnāt been expecting thaā
But then Hongjoong hits him. Just once.Ā
āWeāll see how she feels when youāre not so pretty.ā Hongjoong spits, literally, onto the floor of the chapel.Ā
San can hardly hear him through the pain rippling over his jaw, but the message is clear enough. He doesnāt need a mirror to taste the blood, or feel it pouring down his chin. Seonghwa lets go of his arms and it takes everything in him to not double over. Instead, he looks up at Hongjoong, unintimidated.Ā
Hongjoong stretches his hand. āShe asked for you, Seonghwa. Better go comfort her.ā He glares up at him. āBut not too well.āĀ
Of course, unbeknownst to you, San leaves theā¦ sensitive details out as he recounts Hongjoongās tantrum for you. Not a single word of Haseul is spoken to you, but the rest is mostly accurate.Ā
You sit in horror as San recounts these details to you, unsure how to even react. Youāve always known that Hongjoong is capable of violence, and Seonghwa, too, but to hear of them acting such violence onto San, of all peopleā¦ itās almost unthinkable. At some point in the not too distant past, Hongjoong had trusted San to watch over you at all times of the day, and now? His own paranoia has driven him to violence?Ā
Your thoughts wander to Seonghwa against your own better judgment. Seonghwa is his own person, heās taking care of himself. He doesnāt want you meddling in his relationships, and he has made this more than abundantly clear.Ā
But how does Hongjoong treat him? It canāt be kind. Youāve seen the slights between them, seen Hongjoong deny Seonghwa of even the simplest pleasure. Behind closed doors, what do they talk about? How does Hongjoong act around him?Ā
Though youāre loath to admit it, you have to worry for him. If Hongjoong is violent with you, the person he considers to be one of the most important figures in his religionā¦ that doesnāt bode well for Seonghwa.Ā
āSan,ā you bring your thoughts back to the present moment, āIām so sorry that you went through that for me.āĀ
He doesnāt stop pacing, almost ignoring your sentiment all together. āHongjoong is crazy.āĀ
āIāve known that for a while now.āĀ
San smiles. Smiles. āI donāt think you understand the extent of it.ā
You find that hard to believe, but there probably are things that San knows about Hongjoong that you donāt.
āBut thatās not important for right now. I just need you to keep your distance from him as much as possible; Iāll ask Seonghwa for his helpāā
āSeonghwa?ā Youāre astounded. āYouāre going to ask Seonghwa to help us escape?āĀ
San shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut, not looking at you. āNo, but heāll keep you away from Hongjoong. Thatās basically his number one priority, anyways.āĀ
It makes sense. If Hongjoong is as volatile as he was with Seonghwa and San earlier, heās a danger to be around. Even more so than usual. But getting Seonghwaās helpā¦ āWonāt it be obvious what weāre trying to do?ā
āYou already avoid Hongjoong,ā San says. āI donāt think it will be a drastic enough change to draw attention, as long as youāre not refusing to see Seonghwa.āĀ
The way with which San says this last sentenceā¦ is different. Heās not stuttering anymore, you realize. He hasnāt been for a while, now. When San is upset, his stutter is more pronounced than anything else, its absence is suddenly so jarring that you have to wonder why you didnāt realize when it stopped.Ā
Thereās no emotion in his voice anymore. No personality, no San.Ā
You stare up at him, watching him walk back and forth in front of you. Heās not upset, not anymore, at least. What is this?Ā
āSan.ā You try to get his attention. āAre you alright?āĀ
He finally stops walking, if just for a second, to give you a good look at his face. āIām fine,ā he states. His eyes arenāt red, his breathing is perfectly even, his expression flat. āWhy do you ask?āĀ
āYouāre scaring me,ā you say. āWhatās going on?ā
San resumes his pacing. āYou should be scared, I should be scared, I shouldāve been this whole time; But Iāve been so stupid and now isnāt the time for me to be some sniveling boy.ā
You canāt respond to that.Ā
āI think I know when we can try to get out. Iām not going to fail you this time, (Y/n), I swear.āĀ Ā
āSan, wait, hold on,ā you start, shaking your head, āwhat about your laptop? The phones? Canāt you just call the cops?āĀ
San smiles tightly, āI considered it, but there would be issues. Hongjoong has a plan, and things would not end well if law enforcement got involved and Hongjoong had more than five seconds to think before he was arrested or killed.āĀ
āSo youāre seriously proposing that we run away, leaving everyone else hereā¦ foreverā¦ including the children?āĀ
āWould you rather be alive and here or dead and buried?ā San blinks. āThatās what this comes down to for the rest of the group. We can find a way to get Mingi and Haseul, but itās not feasible to save everyone knowing that Hongjoong has a plan for this exact situation.āĀ
Your stomach rolls over itself as he explains this. How can you just leave? How could you leave everyone behind and forget about them? How could San even suggest something so horrible?
The thought of freedom is enticing, but the weight that would remain on your conscienceā¦ It makes you sick just thinking about it now.Ā
Whatever. Fuck San. Youāll remedy the situation yourself once youāre out. Thereās not a chance in hell youād leave all of these innocent people to rot on this farm.Ā
Sanās apathy is so jarring. Maybe thatās what waking up after years of brainwashing does to a person.
You donāt want to judge him when heās so clearly doing this for you. To protect you. You can hardly complain that heās resolved in this situation.Ā
ā¦ Yeah, no, it still rubs you the wrong way.
But youāll shrug it off for now. āWhen can we go?āĀ
San explains the general idea to you, which heāll refine in the coming weeks.Ā
With the beginning of the harvest starting, that puts the farm about one month out from the conclusion. Apparently, they donāt actually own that much acreage, just enough to surround the commune itself, so harvest doesnāt take very long. Throughout the month, there are various ceremonies that all culminate into one, final, grand ceremony at the end of the harvest. After this ceremony, thereās a party.Ā
It was about here when you realized where this was going.
The party is huge, apparently. Like, all-out, rager huge. Everyone gets drunk (apparently this is part of the ceremony) and everything gets a bit wild and confusing. Sanās proposal is that the two of you make a break for it when everyone is (a) extremely inebriated and (b) distracted by the celebrations.Ā
Itās kind of cliche, but you have to imagine that itāll work, especially if this party is as crazy as San explained.Ā
If it doesnāt workā¦ the thought puts a bitter taste in your mouth. Youāre not going to start pondering what youāll do if you get caught for a second time.Ā
Really, this plan should work. San has access to the vehicles. With a car, you can be fifty miles away before anyone even realizes that youāre gone, so long as Hongjoong lets you out of his sight for even just a few minutes.Ā
With all of the noise and distractions, no one will hear the car starting. No one will hear you guys peeling out, the terrible crunch of the gravel under the wheels that you had heard what felt like so long ago.Ā
You think back to the night in the corn field. What a shitshow. You had to give it to yourself, you were very brave. And you got quite far for the amount of preparation that you had done. But that nightā¦Ā
Remains one that you want to forget. But youāll never forget the fear coursing through your veins, the feeling of your heart in your chest, your ears twitching with every sound that you heard. When Seonghwa was chasing you, when Hongjoong reduced you to a puddle at his feet.Ā
It was like being hunted for sport.Ā
You have to hold out hope that the car will make all of the difference here, which youāre sure that it can. Where youāre going to goā¦ you arenāt sure.Ā
Surely, you know that you have to get law enforcement involved, but what San said is weighing on your mindā¦ Maybe, if you fully explained the situation, you could get some sort of covert mission operatingā¦ But that would probably have its pitfalls, too. Itās hard to know whatās right, but you trust that youāll figure it out once youāve saved yourself.Ā
Thereās also the option that the police will entirely write you off and think youāre just some crazy lady. Especially if Sanā¦Ā
No, wait, pause. San would tell the truth, right? Like, he would be your witness? He wouldnāt actually just let this keep happening once heās outā¦Ā
God, the fact that you even have to weigh this option is exhausting. Why canāt you just trust him? Youāve had no problem with it before, so why should it be an issue now? Has San ever done anything to betray your trust? Minus him being a high-ranking cult official, but, like, thatās just part of the deal. You have to trust him, especially now.Ā
If you canāt trust San, who can you trust?Ā
Your mind wanders to your apartment, your old college dorm room, your childhood bedroom. How dreamy would it be to be anywhere but here? You miss your big bed and your pantry full of snacks you actually like and your bookshelves stacked with your books. You miss sleeping alone, but hearing your neighbors through your thin walls; when you didnāt have a sanctioned bed time that everyone obeyed.Ā
On your nightstand at home, you have a framed picture of your friends. You try to picture their faces, all of them. Changbin, Mingi, Soojin, Haseul, Juyeon, and Jungeun. And, of course, your own face. Whenās the last time you looked in the mirror? You think of your features, your hair, the color of your eyes and your smile.Ā
Horrifyingly, you can only picture Hongjoongās smile.Ā
You stop trying to picture yourself.
Mingi comes to the forefront of your mind. Mingi. Do all roads lead back to Mingi? It feels like it. San had said that Mingi had run to you when you fainted, that heād taken you from Hongjoong and carried you to the infirmary. You try to picture it, the feeling of Mingiās arms wrapped around you again. Had he held you close, like a friend, or sterile, far away from his own body, the act of an EMT? Had he let your head hang upside down, over his arm, or did he support your neck like you would a baby?Ā
You donāt know what feels right. You only know that Mingi had held you and Mingi had cared.Ā
Maybe he threw you over his shoulder like he used to do when you refused to follow him somewhere. Probably unlikely. But you smile as you think about it, anyways, how he always used his height to his advantage and how he would sling you around like you weighed nothing.Ā
How many times did he have to carry you to the library? How many times did he carry you out of the library? What does carrying someone mean? When is it an act of love and when is it an act of control?
Haseul had been carried. Where is she, now? In a little room? Is Wooyoung talking to her, keeping her company? Has Mingi been a good companion to her? Is she being subjugated to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, yet? Are you going to have to attend her own Choosing ceremony, soon?Ā
Hongjoong wouldnāt trust you to just silently watch her ceremony, you know that well enough. Itāll probably just happen and youāll be told after the fact. When its too late to warn her. The next time you see her, sheāll probably be in the infirmary, recovering from a fucking stab wound.Ā
Your own scar tingles. Would Hongjoong just kill her? He had made it clear that he decides who lives and who dies. He could just lethally aim the knife. And wouldnāt that be the ultimate punishment? Not knowing sheās dead until being told after the fact? Not being able to see her one last time?Ā
San wouldnāt let that happen. He would warn you, he would try to help her again, youāre sure of it.Ā
So you just have to focus on yourself, for now. Keep your head down, wait it out, and trust San. Thatās really all that you can do. You canāt help Haseul while youāre stuck here, just like you canāt help Mingi, either.Ā
You had half expected Hongjoong to give you a break for a few days, considering your encounter withā¦ whatever that thing was, but that illusion is quickly destroyed when Seonghwa comes knocking on your door at the usual time the next day.Ā
San answers, quickly lowering his voice in what sounds like an attempt to plead with Seonghwa to leave you alone for the day. You sneak up behind San, making eye contact with Seonghwa as your appearance calls his attention.Ā
āWhat do you think, princess?ā He sounds as pissed as he looks. You can imagine that he wants to be here just as much as you want him here.
Resting a hand on Sanās shoulder, you tell him that youāre fine to go. Afterall, how else are you supposed to keep up appearances? And you need to learn more about what this month has in store for you.
San steps aside as Seonghwa offers you his hand, which you take. Strange, though, that he doesnāt take your arm as he usually would. Is this his way ofā¦
Your last conversation echoes in your head. Seonghwa seemed genuinely concerned. And quite rattled. And he was honest with you, as much as you could expect him to be. Maybe heās feeling bad. Or sentimental. Or protective.Ā
ā¦ Pft, who are you kidding? He probably didnāt even think twice about taking your hand instead of your arm.
Hand-in-hand, you walk silently to Hongjoongās apartment.
Fuck. You can only hope that heās not there. You could probably play off your curiosity about the month as your worry about whatās going to happen to you, but something tells you that Hongjoong is going to be looking for reasons to be cruel. Or youāre going to be in for some intense attempts at gaslighting you into believingā¦Ā
You have to resist a shudder at the memory. With enough effort, you probably could believe that that shit was real. Didnāt you have to beg Seonghwa to tell you that it wasnāt? You still donāt understand what the hell that even was or how it couldāve been faked, but you really canāt bring yourself to think of it.Ā
Seonghwa drops your hand to open the door, holding it open behind him to allow you to enter as well.Ā
Hesitantly, you glance around the apartment.Ā
āHeās not here,ā Seonghwa says. āBut he wants you here when he comes back.āĀ
The door shuts, and you sit at your usual spot on the couch. Seonghwa flops into his chair, facing you.Ā
āWhen will he be back?āĀ
He just shrugs, folding his arms across his chest. The image takes you back to a certain other night the two of you have been alone, and you have to clench your jaw to drive away the thoughts, looking anywhere else but at his body.Ā
āI suppose you have more questions.ā Seonghwa doesn't ask you this, but tells you.Ā
Yeah, you have a lot of questions. The primary ones you either can't ask Seonghwa or you've asked him already, to no avail.Ā
You look at your nail beds, trying to be nonchalant. āAre you still jealous of San?āĀ
Why that's the question you decide to ask, you have no idea.Ā
Seonghwa scoffs. āReally?ā He asks. āThat's where we're going?āĀ
Shrugging, you try your best to resist looking at him. āI just thought it was strange that Hongjoong didn't want me to see him yesterday. I can't help but imagine that you must still be feeding him lies,ā you say. āHe also told me that it was you that had to physically hold him back when I fell.ā Not to mention the other holding he did.Ā
Though you don't look at him, you can imagine his displeasure spreading across his expression. āI don't know why you insist that there's nothing between you. It's nothing to be ashamed of, minus the fact that your misadventures could only cause harm to San.āĀ
āExactly,ā your eyes flit up to his face, āI'd never put him in danger.āĀ
āYour loyalty to a man you hardly know is admirable,ā Seonghwa says through a sneer.Ā
āI know San better than I know you.āĀ
You could swear his eye twitches. āSure you do.āĀ
āIs there something you want to tell me?ā You blink. āI have no reason to not trust San, and every reason to not trust you.āĀ
Seonghwa shakes his head, smiling. āI think you're forgetting your situation, Princess. San is your punishment, and you're his.ā He brushes his bangs out of his eyes. āI never said you had to trust me. I think you do, anyways.ā
You stay silent, knowing that he's at least partially correct. You probably do trust Seonghwa, at least more than a lot of the people here.Ā
āOtherwise, you wouldn't have asked for me to calm you yesterday.āĀ
āI asked for San, first.ā
āAnd what would he have told you?ā Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his knees. āNot what you wanted to hear. He wouldn't have been able to assure you of anything. I did.āĀ
Again, you know he's right. San hadn't been able to do much to calm your nerves, despite tell you his plan for your escape.Ā
You lock eyes with him, planning to defend San, but your gaze betrays you. Seonghwa leans back in the chair, knowing he's got you.
āWho was in the costume?ā You ask instead.Ā
Seonghwa deigns to look confused. āI'm not sure what you mean.āĀ
The frustration of the prior day comes back at full force. Why can't just one other person acknowledge the fucking insanity of this place? Why can't Seonghwa just say what he means? Why is he so insistent on agreeing with Hongjoong, no matter the cost?
āDo you ever get tired of being Hongjoong's lapdog?āĀ
āLapdog?ā He smiles. āCome here.ā
You swallow as he gestures for you to stand in front of him, recognizing the gesture from weeks prior. āNo.ā
Seonghwa stands instead, stepping around the coffee table to be able to stand before you. Forced into looking up at him, you hate this upper hand he's suddenly gained through your refusal.Ā
He bends, using a hand to grip the sofa behind your shoulder. Face to face, he mockingly pouts. āThat's what you think of me?āĀ
You keep your mouth shut, hoping your gaze is burning through him.
āYou said it yourself,ā he leans closer to you, āyou hardly know me.āĀ
With his face so close to your own, you hardly even feel like you can breathe, like it would be encroaching on his space. You glance between his eyes, trying your damnedest to not look anywhere else. If you looked at his lipsā¦ his pretty, plump lipsā¦Ā
Fortunately, or, perhaps unfortunately, the doorknob starts rattling a few feet away from the both of you, and Seonghwa quickly leans out of the compromising position. Slipping a hand in his pocket, he stares down at you once more. āThis isnāt over.āĀ
The door opens, but neither of you turn to greet who you know will be in the doorway. Youād have to imagine itās quite a sight to see, the both of your staring daggers at each other, unwilling to be the first to look away.Ā
Hongjoong isnāt pleased by your ignorance. He slams the door behind him as he enters his apartment, and Seonghwa finally relieves you of his look.Ā
Your eyes only move to Hongjoong when he comes to stand next to Seonghwa, his hand resting on his bicep.
āWell, well, well,ā he says, āhaving a lively conversation? Without me?āĀ
Hongjoong gently turns Seonghwa so that heās angled to sit on the couch, pushing him down until heās sitting right next to you. Your thighs brush. Hongjoong moves back to sit on the chair Seonghwa vacated, settling himself in before speaking again.Ā
āHave you had time to reflect on what happened yesterday?ā Hongjoong inquires, tilting his head. Heās wearing his glasses, the overhead light reflecting off of them, obscuring his irises. āIf I seemed frustrated with you, I must apologize. You have to understand that it was a very scary experience, even for myself. And I forgive you for the way that you reacted, as well.ā
You squint at Hongjoong. As if you had anything to be sorry for. Heās the one that got himself all mad for no reason. He should be apologizing to San.Ā
But you can only imagine how this conversation will go if you continue to argue with him about the validity of theā¦ thing. And San requested you to keep a low profile. He probably wouldnāt want you bringing up his mistreatment. So you nod a couple times, hoping that he doesnāt want you to vocalize an apology.Ā
āYou must have been in shock,ā Hongjoong continues. āWhich would explain your inability to accept what had happened.āĀ
Nodding again, you try to figure out where heās going with this. Does he want you to start asking questions? Does he seriously, genuinely believe that youāve lost it, now? He canāt.
So, what? He just wants you to act like you have? He must know that it would just be a ruse, so why does he want you to go along with it so badly?
Seonghwa certainly knows that youāre not fooled, and you can expect that he told Hongjoong this after you spoke to him yesterday. Who is this act for, exactly?Ā
āAs important as you are, it makes sense that you were targeted. The Guardians, in fact, are responsible for the loss of your predecessor.āĀ
Okay, so, thatās a lie. Hongjoong told you as much himself. Heās really going to go back on his word, gaslight you into forgetting what he already said? He might be able to get you to forget what he told you about Haneul, but not so soon after you found out about her.Ā
Haneulās memory is alive and well in your head, despite the fact that you never met her. You owe it to her to remember the facts of her life, and her death, as best as you can. It awakens a tinge of anger in you to even hear Hongjoong so blatantly disregard her truth. He told you, to your face, that he liked you more than her. So he got rid of her. Not these āguardiansā or whatever the fuck heās trying to blame for her death.Ā
āThe Guardians,ā you say, plainly. āAreā¦ what, exactly?āĀ
Hongjoong leans back in the chair, crossing his arms. āWell, thereās quite an extensive explanation in The Answer, but I suppose it could be beneficial to hear about them from me.
āThe Guardians, simply put, are our antagonists. They protect the Sign, keeping it in the hands of those that oppose us. When weāre close to reaching the Sign, or when the barrier is thinner than normal, such as during a ceremony, they can appear. Theyāre rather frightening, and they can kill or bring Followers back to their dimension.ā
ā¦ You blink at Hongjoong, remembering to nod periodically through his explanation. What are you supposed to say to that?Ā
āSo, yesterday, then, it was trying toā¦ kill me?ā You ask, sensing that Hongjoong wants something to bounce off of.Ā
He tsks. āI donāt suspect kill, but rather kidnap. If they know that youāve been Chosen, theyāll continue to target you whenever the barrier is thin. Surely they know that we would go to great lengths to recover you if they were able to steal you away.āĀ
Hongjoong speaks with such a conviction that you can see how people are led to believe in him. If you had a weaker mindset, his crock of shit might just make sense. Or be just scary enough to make you want to believe that he could protect you.Ā
āBut you scared it away? Yesterday?āĀ
Hongjoong nods gravely, closing his eyes. āThey fear my presence, thankfully. Very rarely can they stand to be in the same room as me.āĀ
You smile, hopefully not sarcastically. āThatās very lucky for me, then.āĀ
āIt is,ā Seonghwa cuts in, surprisingly. āHongjoong will always be with you, so youāll always be safe.ā Even more surprising than his words, Seonghwa slides his hand into resting on your mid-thigh, assuringly squeezing you. You turn toward him with wide eyes, about to question what the hell he thinks heās doing, when his expression makes it very clear to you that you should drop the subject.Ā
Bizarre. Why would Seonghwa be warning you to stop talking about what Hongjoong so clearly wants you to speak about?Ā
So you turn back toward Hongjoong, whoās agreeing with what Seonghwa said, seemingly oblivious to his little boyfriendās hand on your thigh. āIs there any way to protect myself, if I am alone?ā You ask instead of heeding Seonghwaās warning.Ā
He squeezes your thigh harder, but you ignore it. What the hell is he trying to steer you away from? If he doesnāt want you to talk about it, surely itās something that youāre going to want to know, right? Seonghwa canāt be looking out for you, not when Hongjoong is in the room. He has his priorities in order, and Hongjoong far outweighs yourself.Ā
āGreat question,ā Hongjoong smiles approvingly. āSo long as you have a Sign of the Answer on your person, you can fend them off yourself. They revere the Sign, they wonāt harm someone under its protection.ā
If thatās the caseā¦ you wouldāve been fine, yesterday, then. As always, you had been wearing a Sign pinned to your shirt, somewhere. Though Hongjoong would probably try to argue with you that you must have been missing it, otherwise the Guardian wouldnāt have been able to attack.
But then that also raises the question. Is kidnapping someone the same as harming them? Maybe it wouldnāt have killed you, but could it still have taken you? Assuming that Hongjoong isnāt just some very creative psycho, that is. Purely for thought exercise, you have to wonder what the Sign could really protect someone from. Was yesterday an attack? Or merely an appearance?
You sense that Seonghwa is trying to warn you away from the areas that Hongjoong doesnāt have fleshed out. For all you know, yesterday is the first time that a Guardian has ever appeared in the flesh. Hongjoong might not have prepared for every possible question that you could ask.Ā
The questions that youāre most curious about are things that you canāt ask him. Who did he have dressed up? How did they make that stature, that outfit, thatā¦ aura? Where was the face? Were you drugged? Was everyone drugged? Did everyone see the same thing that you did, or is everyone collectively lying to you to help their leader? Seriously, where the fuck was that thingās face? How did they do that? If it wasnāt for that gaping maw of nothingness, youād have a much easier time writing the entire experience off as the complete joke that you logically know it must have been. You push the thought away for now.Ā
āIāll be sure to always wear my pins, then.ā You motion to where you have one pinned to your collar. āI have questions about the ceremonies in general, though, Hongjoong. Can I ask a few things?āĀ
He motions for you to proceed, and Seonghwaās hand doesnāt tighten its hold on you, so you do. āWill there be more sacrifices?āĀ
Hongjoong nods. āThereās a sacrifice for each ceremony.ā
āWhat is the sacrifice for? To what deity?āĀ
A hint of exasperation crosses his face as Seonghwa slides his hand a little higher. āIāve explained this. Sacrifices are sent to different universes as aid for our clones. Thereās no God in particular the sacrifice is for, except for me.āĀ
āSo they can even use animals, in the other universes? The situation is so dire?āĀ
Seonghwa pinches you instead of squeezing. Hongjoongās exasperation melts into wry acceptance. āYes, it is. Have you ever gone months without eating meat?āĀ
ā¦ Yeah, probably. But youāre not going to press him harder on the subject. āI was just curious, I didnāt mean to question you. How many more ceremonies will there be this month?ā
Seonghwaās hand doesnāt move, and itās right about now that youāre starting to feel a little bit insane because of it. Why would he put his hand on your thigh, of all places? Why does it keep migrating upward? Why donāt you just say something to stop him? Or use your own hand to move his away? Why is the warmth of his palm seeping through your jeans so quickly? Why hasnāt Hongjoong said something yet?
āThere will be one ceremony each weekend.ā He says, calmer, now. āBut you wonāt have to participate in all of them. The most important ceremonies, the first and the last, are different and thus require the Bearerās presence.āĀ
Well, that takes a bit of the pressure off, at least. Knowing that you donāt have to personally participate in every ceremony, though, no doubt, youāll have to be present at each of them, makes you feel just a tad bit better. You have to imagine that Haseulās Choosing ceremony will be soonā¦Ā
āHongjoong, did I do good yesterday?ā You ask, trying to feign your most innocent look. āCan I see Haseul, soon?āĀ
He gives you a small smile, but his answer doesnāt match it at all. āNo. You made me quite mad, yesterday.ā
The response is actually slightly shocking. You knew you had made him upset, but for him to vocalize it to you? To deny you seeing Haseul because of some bullshit that he orchestrated himself?Ā
āButāā
āNo buts about it,ā Hongjoong says. āYouāll be able to see Haseul once youāre behaving on a consistent basis.āĀ
āWonāt she have a Choosing ceremony?ā You blurt, hoping that you werenāt the one to put the idea in his head. Maybe he had been planning on just keeping her locked up and not actually indoctrinating her. Had you even considered that?Ā
Hongjoong sighs. āI havenāt decided. Is she worthy of one?āĀ
What the hell does he mean āworthy?ā Heās seriously not going to jump at the chance to bring her in? If he wanted to, he could just kill her then and there; wouldnāt that be his dream? To end her life in front of you? Wouldnāt that just tickle his fancy? You donāt understand.Ā
Unless heās taking a certain pity on her, which you highly doubt.
He must see your confusion painted plainly on your face, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand. āItās no matter. Youāll see her when you deserve to. Seonghwa,ā āhe abruptly changes the topic and his toneā āwhere exactly is your hand going?āĀ
Seonghwaās hand flies off of you, landing promptly back into his own lap.
āThatās what I thought.ā Hongjoong tuts. āDo we need to discuss the lines that must not be crossed, again?āĀ
You shake your head. You do not need the sex talk again from Hongjoong. God. And it's not like you were feeling him up.Ā
āSeonghwa, you look particularly guilty. Do you need to tell me something?ā
You suspect that, if Seonghwa looks or feels guilty of something, it's not the hand on your thigh. It's the warning you to stray away from topics that could upset Hongjoong.Ā
But, glancing over at him, youāre surprised to see how red his face has gotten. Do you really get him going so easily? You could almost laugh, if not for the circumstances. Surely he's not so embarrassed just to have been seen with a hand on your leg. Its not like Hongjoong walked in on his hand down your pants or anything. And hadnāt he been all up in your face before Hongjoong arrived? Whereād that confident asshole go?Ā
Hongjoongās presence makes all the difference, you suppose. Hopefully he's able to play off this little episode as embarrassment about touching you. If Hongjoong realizes what he was doing, he'd probably get in trouble.Ā
Which is still perplexing. Why had Seonghwa done that? Since when does he want to protect you? The way he's been acting, yesterday and today, just doesn'tā¦ align with the picture you have in your head.Ā
Seonghwa looks literally anywhere else than at you or Hongjoong, shaking his head as well.Ā
Slowly, he uses his hands to slide himself farther down the couch from you. Hongjoong chuckles from your opposite side, bringing you back into the reality that you temporarily abandoned.Ā
āThatās pathetic, Seonghwa, really.āĀ
Seonghwa simply looks back toward the coffee table, his face pink. Hongjoong is so harsh.
āAnyways,ā Hongjoong calls your attention back towards him, āanything you want to tell me, (Y/n)? Howās San?ā
This obsession with your relationship with San is infinitely annoying. What makes them think that youāre ever going to admit to what they suspect of you?Ā
āSan is perfectly fine.āĀ
Hongjoongās eyebrow twitches. āOh? I only ask because he was ratherā¦ upset, yesterday, is all.ā
āWasnāt everyone a little upset?ā
āNot so personally.āĀ
You shrug your shoulders. āI donāt know how many different ways I can tell you that you made us live together, so itās only natural that we care about each other.āĀ
āWell,ā is Hongjoongās entire response.Ā
The room falls into a rather uncomfortable silence.Ā
You look back at Seonghwa, but heās just looking at his hands, folded in his lap, now.Ā
Hongjoong looks at his nail beds.Ā
āAre we done, then?ā You ask.Ā
āYou donāt have any more questions?ā Hongjoong responds with a question, not looking up at you.Ā
You rack your mind for anything else. Sure, there are plenty of questions, just not ones that he would be happy to answer.
āI guess not.āĀ
Hongjoong looks up, flicking his eyes between you and Seonghwa. āShall I escort you back to your apartment?āĀ
You look back at Seonghwa, whoās now looking between you and Hongjoong.Ā
āI donāt have a preference,ā you say, even though you definitely do.Ā
āI can take her,ā Seonghwa springs up, offering you his hand.Ā
Taking it, you also stand. āI actually have one more question, Hongjoong.ā
He has to look up at you for once. He simply waits for your question while you gaze down at him.
āIs the sacrifice always an animal?ā
He smiles. āMore or less.ā
Great. Wonderful. Perfect. You absolutely hate that response. More or less? Thats the most non-answer answer that he could've given you. And it definitely means that its not always an animal. Which makes you wonder whenā¦ and whoā¦Ā
Stunned into silence, you say nothing. Neither does Seonghwa.
āHurry back.ā Hongjoong requests, dismissing the two of you without another word.Ā
Once youāre outside of Hongjoongās apartment, you debate teasing Seonghwa, but decide against it. Though it would be quite fun, the poor guy is probably going to get it from Hongjoong already, no need to add to his torment. Plus, he was just trying to help you.Ā
He walks you in silence, again, hand-in-hand, back to your apartment.Ā
No sooner than youāre saying goodbye and shutting the door behind you does San appear in the entryway, grabbing for you.Ā
āAre you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?ā He frantically asks, looking you up and down and all around, his hands flying around your limbs to check for injuries.
Stunned, you stay still. āIām fine?āĀ
San sighs in relief, guiding you back toward the couch, sitting and pulling you onto his lap. āI was so worried theyād somehow found out. That youād be hurt.āĀ
You shuffle around so that your back can rest against the armrest of the sofa, your legs still resting over his.
āThey absolutely cannot find out, no matter what,ā San says. āCan you tell me what you talked about?āĀ
So you explain the conversations for him, using a free hand to card through his hair as you do. He seems to relax after youāve elaborated, though you leave out the part about Seonghwa and his hand.Ā
Part of you wonders if you should feel guilty about messing with Seonghwa. Not for his sake, but for Sanās. What even is going on between the two of you? You probably shouldnāt be flirting with the enemy anyways, but San probably wouldnāt be overjoyed to hear about the things that have happened between yourself and Seonghwa. The fact that you leave it out when recounting the meeting must prove that you know that itās wrong.Ā
āCome here,ā you open your arms to him.Ā
He slips out from under you, realigning himself so that he can rest his head on your chest. āWeāll get out of here, together.ā He wraps his arms around your waist.
You do the same, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. Thereās nothing you can do but agree with him. The two of you will escape together, and soon. After that, you can forget all about this place.Ā
ā¦ Yeah, in your dreams. The real horror might start after youāre gone. You have to believe that San is telling the truth about Hongjoong. Revealing the cult to the authorities will only end in horror if youāre not careful.Ā
And you find it hard to believe that youāll be okay once youāre gone. Youāve considered it before, the way that this sort of trauma affects someone. How long will you have to recover? Will you be able to go back to your old life?Ā
I don't wanna know, if you're playing me
Keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you creeping, please don't let it show
š§: creepin' - the Weeknd
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pairings: ot8 x f!reader ( K.Y.S x reader)
w.c : 7.7 k ( sorry for any errors)
cw: mature, ,minors do not interact, nsfw, reader is afab, mentions of assassination, hinted violence, slow burn ( for Wooyoung), polyamory, smut ahead ,oral, size kink, voyeurism, peeping Tom! Wooyoung, light bondage, eavesdropping, Mingiās nickname for reader is baby, masturbation, Yeosang is very sweet here, some humor ahead, San is a cutie as always, hinted San smut, hinted San, Ming x reader, Wooyoung is even more confused now BUT HE"S GETTING CLOSE TO THE TRUTH
REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.
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Itās been almost three weeks since youāve returned,Ā 20 days to be exact, Wooyoung counted. 20 days and heās still not over his crush on you. Was it even a crush anymore at this point?
āHey focus.ā Yeosangās voice snapped him out of his many spirals over you.
The former Princeās gloved fist came close to his face and Wooyoung quickly raised both his arms to block the jab.
āIām focused.ā
āNo, youāre not.ā Yeosang jabbed him on his side that his friend failed to evade which just led to one blow to another and before he knew it Wooyoung was on the floor again for the third time since their sparring session started.
āYouāre probably thinking too much.ā Your voice echoed in the gym as you approached them on the black padded boxing ring. āThatās why your movements are slow.ā
You gave the two handsome men a quick look over. Their skin glistened with perspiration and they both had their boxing gloves on. Wooyoung sported a loose tank top which showed off his toned arms while Yeosang wore a compression shirt that only accentuated his statuesque physique. His muscles were getting biggerā¦and among the members Yeosang and San were the ones who built and grew muscle quickly due to genetics, and god, you loved those genetics.
āGood morning, darling.ā Yeosang hummed with that princely smile of his and you couldnāt help the warmth that bloomed in your cheeks at his term of endearment for you.
āMorning, Yeosang. Wooyoung.ā You nodded in the other manās direction whose chest was rising and falling fast as he caught his breath.
āWhy donāt you give him a few pointers?ā Yeosang wiped the sweat on his brow with his arm before heading towards where you were at the edge of the sparring ring.
You werenāt busy.
Wooyoung watched as you ducked beneath the foamed barriers, your eyes briefly meeting his as you passed Yeosang who leaned over to whisper something. You stared at Wooyoung as Yeosangās deep smooth voice vibrated in your ears.
āGo easy on him, dear.ā
You smirked a little at that before slipping off your trainers and sauntering towards Wooyoung with a false aura of ease to make sure his defenses were low.
āNo gloves?ā Wooyoung raised a brow as he stood up, not backing down on the challenge. He knew he should be more alert with you, especially with San said about your hand-to-hand combat mastery.
āDonāt need them.ā You shrugged, stretching and swinging your arms and body to get your body a little warm.
Yeosang sat on the exercise bench in the gym that looked over the ring, curious to how this interaction would turn out.
āDonāt go easy on me.ā You told him with a smile that he couldnāt read, it was alluring and sweet despite the fact you two were going to be throwing hands at each other.
āAnd donāt go easy on me.ā He huffed, raising his gloved hands to shield his face and getting into stance whilst trying to ignore how pretty you looked in a simple tee and gym shorts with these cute strings on each side that scrunched them up in a pretty and sexy way. āIām sure I can handle it.ā
You only nodded and pulled the hem of your slim-fit tee down.
āOh, you guys are sparring.ā The sweet gentle voice of the vice-captain reached everyoneās ears and you glanced at the gym entrance to see the ethereally handsome man enter in a black tank top and matching sweats. āMorning, Y/N.ā He smiled your way.
Wooyoung took this as a chance to attack but he really didnāt want to hit you in any way. His intention was to just jab lightly at your shoulder while youāre distracted.
With quick precision, as he learned from San, he swung your way, sure that he was gonna get a lick in. If you were supposed to be a master combatant, shouldnāt you know not to take your eyes off your opponent? He thought to himself as he focused.
In less than a second, you broke away from Seonghwaās gaze and stopped Wooyoungās advance by grabbing the gloved hand that came your way and twisted it to the side, redirecting it. Wooyoung couldnāt process what happened next as you held onto the hand you caught and your legs hooked around his neck, next thing he knew his world spun as he was propelled onto his back.
The loud smack of his back against the ring floor bounced off the walls so satisfyingly as he let out a grunt at the sudden impact. He couldnāt even move. Your legs had him in a headlock, his chin was nuzzled into the back of your slightly bent knee and your ankles were crossed over each other while your upper body and hands trapped his right arm in an arm lock.
You kept him there for a bit, letting him struggle against your hold before releasing him and all the oxygen he needed rushed into his lungs.
Wooyoung was in shock. It had happened so fast. Then it sunk in that your legs had locked his head in, your soft skin, and your pillowy thighs. Had he passed out in your chokehold, it wouldāve been a good way to go.
āThatās our girl.ā Seonghwa smiled proudly, he and Yeosang applauding your quick response to Wooyoungās attempt at an attack.
You were up on your feet as if nothing just happened, and you glanced down at Wooyoung, rather enjoying the breathless look on his handsome face. He questioned how he was kind of turned on at how easily you countered him and how gorgeous you looked staring down at him. God, what was wrong with him?
You held your hand out.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed onto it letting you help him up.
āYou need to train with Sannie more.ā You chuckled once he was balanced on his two feet. āThere were at least three ways you couldāve countered my attack.ā
āDonāt be too hard on yourself, Woo,ā Seonghwa reassured him, heading towards the weights rack. āIt took a while for Yeosang and I to be able to learn one of those counterattacks.ā
You gave Wooyoung a reassuring caress on his arm, the gentle touch contrasting with how easily you threw him to the ground before you stepped out of the ring.
Wooyoung needed to improve a lot before he could spar with you.
āWhat will you be doing today?ā Yeosang asked as he hung his towel over the chair, heading back to the ring.
āWill lift some weights. Itās a lower body day.ā
āIf you need help stretching out later, Iāll be glad to help.ā
Wooyoung couldnāt really hear the conversation from where he was but Seonghwa could, and the Vice Captain scoffed at Yeosangās response. To anyone else, it sounded like a normal gym conversation, and also, whatever the former Prince said always sounded innocent. But you and most of the members knew better.
āUnless she wants to do cardio with me,ā Seonghwa suggested, setting up the weights on the barbell.
āBoth of you calm down and focus on your workouts.ā You shook your head, smiling to yourself at their antics.
āFocus? With you in those shorts?ā Yeosang chuckled. āIf San was here, heād offer to spot you. Anyways, when youāre done, you know where to find me.ā He headed back to Wooyoung who had begun frowning while he watched the three of you, not liking that he was left out of the conversation.
āWere you guys dissing me?ā He asked when Yeosang stood in front of him again.
āWoo, just because youāre not included in the conversation it doesnāt mean that it's about you.ā
Wooyoung gasped dramatically. āYou mean to say youāre all not obsessed with me?ā His voice dripped with sarcasm.
āKeep your guard up, Woo. We need to train you to be good enough to counter some of Y/Nās attacks.ā
āOnly some?ā
āThe only two people in this crew who can go head to head with Y/N and actually make her break a sweat is San and Hongjoong.ā Yeosang readjusted his gloves before raising his fists to shield his face. āNow that youāve experienced her skill firsthand, focus.ā
...
Wooyoung to put it bluntly was stressed. Frustrated too. He didnāt think he was that bad at hand-to-hand combat. He was humbled greatly by you and he was annoyed because today, itās like he hasnāt improved at all. He kept getting caught off guard by Yeosang, surprised that he was this good at unarmed combat and even more deadly with his archery skills.
He needed San to give him more pointers and make their sessions more frequent if he was going to improve before they arrived at their next destination.
He let out a deep heavy sigh as he trudged back to the crew's deck to get his towel and fresh set of clothes in his room before he headed to the showers. Maybe heāll give himself an ice bath.Ā After his and Yeosangās session, he stayed back to spend time venting out his anger on the punching bag, and now his muscles kind of ached.
Towel draped over one shoulder and his clothes tucked under his arm, he headed towards the showers.
You wrapped your towel tight around your body, swearing to yourself for forgetting your clothes back in your room and as carefully as you could walked barefoot on the shower room tiles.
āAh!ā You squeaked, feeling the ball of your foot slide against the tile and lose balance. Some kind of assassin you were. Even your clumsiness was a mystery to you.
But you didnāt feel the hard cold and wet floor of the showers, you felt nothing but warmth in a gentle hold.
Wooyoung stared at your face. Your eyes were tightly shut as you awaited the impact of your fall if he hadnāt caught you. He held you close and secure to him, his arms wrapped around your body clad only in a soft fluffy towel. He didnāt know if he was lucky or unlucky to be in this situation. You smelled so nice too. The sweet peach and coconut scent of your body wash filled his senses, and your skin was glistening from still being slightly damp from your shower. Maybe he was lucky.
āHey, you okay?ā He asked, his eyes shifting from your face and the top edge of your towel wrapped around your chest.
āWoo?ā You had said his name so softly with surprise that it made his heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter in his stomach. Your eyes blinked open to see the man who saved you from hurting yourself.
āHi.ā His voice was so gentle it took you aback.
āH-hi.ā You stuttered out.
You both stared into each other's eyes for a while before you cleared your throat, feeling the cold air kiss your skin and make you shiver, making you all too aware of how only a towel separated the two of you.
āItās cold. I forgot my clothes in my room.ā You looked away.
It sunk in with Wooyoung that if the towel peeled off of you, heād see everything. God, heād see your pretty body before him and just knew itād be better than he has ever imagined during his late nights plagued with your visage and the sounds you made when Mingi fucked you, and that first night he saw you on your knees between the gunner's thighs, head bobbing up and down his cock.
āOh, sorry.ā He gently helped you to your feet, making sure you were well-balanced before reluctantly letting you go. He had to control himself. You were Mingiās. āBe careful, okay? Donāt want you to hurt that pretty self of yours.ā
That made you smile. āThanks, Woo.ā You stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips quickly on his cheek to show him how thankful you were before taking small steps to go to your room.
Wooyoung watched you leave. The touch of your lips on his cheek lingered. Were you that friendly with all of them? He has noticed some very oddā¦well not odd, unorthodox? Interactions between you and the other crew members. All eight of you seemed so closed knit and when those interactions happened, Mingi didnāt blink an eye or care.
Like how he had walked in on you once in Hongjoongās office sat on the Captainās lap by his desk while you two went over some maps and information or how you and Seonghwa would be in the lounge on some afternoons with your legs splayed across his lap while you both read your books in silence.
Does Mingi share you? He shook his head at the thought finding it absurd as the hot water sprayed down on him as he showered.
That was ridiculous. The two of you were attached to the hip almost all the time and some mornings you left his room and the others he left yours. It wasnāt making sense.
He just concluded that all of you have gotten really close and comfy over the time you all had been together as a crew. Being stuck on a ship most of the time and only ever having each other, it made sense that you all got close. Really close in a way it confused him. It still felt like there was something hidden from him even though it was staring him right in the face.
The sound of the shared shower room door sliding open and closing shook him from his thoughts, and from the shower stall he was in, he glanced at who entered, his eyes quickly catching the bright pink head that sauntered in.
āOh, hey, Woo.ā Mingi greeted, taking the shower stall next to him, the stainless steel dividers separating the two.
Wooyoung didnāt care much back then whenever someone entered the shower room but ever since you returned and he found out you have your toiletries in one of the three stalls, he has been careful. First of all, he didnāt want to invade your privacy and lastly, he didnāt want to shower in the stall next to you and get a raging hard-on at the thought of just a partition between the two of you.
Mingiās bare shoulders and chest peaked over the top of the partition due to his height and his head was only mere inches away from the shower head. If you had been in the stall next to Wooyoung, he was sure only the top of your head could be seen.
āHey, man.ā Wooyoung greeted your lover back, continuing to shampoo his hair.
āHeard Y/N kicked your ass in less than a second.ā He teased, turning the knob of the shower with a squeak.
āUgh, who told you?ā Wooyoung sulked a little.
āSeonghwa.ā He snickered. āWish I was there to see it. Itās sexy when she does that.ā
āItās like everything she does turns you on.ā Wooyoung bit back, annoyed with the unprovoked teasing he was receiving.
āCan you blame me?ā
Wooyoung couldnāt.
Glancing over at Mingi, he was met with a victorious smirk on the manās face. He was smug that Wooyoung had no snappy remark at what he had said.
He glared at him before he rolled his eyes and began rinsing his hair a little roughly.
āUgh, could you guys, at least keep it down? You guys fuck like bunnies, I swear to god. Donāt you know some people, also known as me, need to sleep?ā
Mingi raised his brow as he grinned.
āSo you could hear us, huh?ā
Fuck.
The gunner faced his back to the spray of water and continued to tease his friend. āDo you get hard at the sound of us fucking, Woo? I mean if you do, I can't blame you. She moans so pretty doesnāt she?ā
Internally, Wooyoung answered yes to all those questions but he just continued to rinse himself and think of a way to shut the tall man up.
āShe tastes really good too.ā He was bragging now and happily doing so. You were his baby. His one and only, of course, he wanted to show you off. Plus, knowing that Wooyoung doesnāt know the whole truth about you and the crew, he wanted to kind of enjoy the idea that you were entirely his (not that he didnāt like sharing you with the rest). āYouāve seen how pretty her pussy is, right? It was kinda entertaining, really, how you were so entranced by my baby before you knew that she was mine.ā
Wooyoung was too frustrated and now extremely annoyed to reply back. He didnāt even know what to reply. His silence and lack of response probably exposed the truth of his desire for you.
āTell me, Woo,ā Mingi leaned his arms on the top of the partition and Wooyoung made the mistake of meeting the manās eyes that were possessive yet teasing. āDo you want to fuck my girl?ā
Wooyoung clenched his jaw.
The only thing that could be heard in the shower room right now was the collision of the rain of water against the bathroom tiles as they stared each other down.
Yes. He wanted to. He really fucking wanted to.
What the fuck does Mingi even want him to say?
āDonāt you think itās a bit disrespectful to be offering your girlfriend up like that? Like sheās yours to give and take?ā Wooyoung didnāt mean to attack Mingi with such words and it was clear what he said took him aback.
Was he going to get punched right now?
āWhat if it was an invitation?ā
Wooyoungās head snapped in Mingiās direction, giving the man the reaction he wanted.
āW-what?ā
Mingi let the silence between them sit for a while, knowing that the cogs in Wooyoungās head were malfunctioning right now before laughing heartily.
āIām just kidding. Wow. Didnāt think youād take me so seriously. I know you have a crush on her, thatās okay, man. Everyone else does.ā
Wooyoung remained silent, opting to just nod and continue washing up while Mingiās last three words echoed over and over in his head.
Everyone else does.
Itās like what Yeosang said, āAnd if youāre a little attracted to her itās fine. We all are.ā
They showered in silence after, Wooyoung finished first, dried himself, and changed into a fresh set of clothes before heading out into the hall, the stupid hall where he could hear you across his room and run into you in the mornings or late nights when youād get a midnight snack.
Sometimes he would think of that time you fed him that strawberry and how honey-like your voice was when you praised him. Then his imagination would go wild as he thought about what if he had kissed you then and there, and what if he touched you and felt every curve of your beautiful body as your tongues fought for dominance with one another.
He craved the same intimacy you shared with the other members. The same one where a single glance could tell them how you felt, where knowing smiles were exchanged across rooms or the dining table like you were passing secret notes to one another under the table, and the same intimacy you had with Mingi.
Wooyoung sighed as his crush on you only worsened by the day and he hoped that playing the video game Jongho and San asked him to join this afternoon could help him remain distracted from thoughts of you, specifically of how fragile you were in his arms earlier in the showers.
Approaching the lounge, he heard soft giggles and low voices, what could be assumed to be maybe a light-hearted conversation between two people.Ā He recognized your voice anywhere and without announcing his presence, wanting to act aloof, he walked into the lounge.
The back of the couch faced him and he couldnāt see you and the person you were talking to as he approached.
āWhat are you doing?ā you giggled, feeling gentle hands caress your sides, the other sliding under your top to feel the skin of your stomach with the intention to travel lower.
Wooyoung paused.
Your voice was gentle and void of any seriousness that your line of work in the past had trained you to become. Yeosang had told him yesterday when they were both hanging out on the upper deck that you could only ever feel safe around them. With them, your defenses were down and you could just beā¦wellā¦.you.
It was heartwarming and bittersweet. It's no wonder Mingi was so protective of you and San too...wait-
Was Mingi already with you? Wasnāt he still in the showers?
Wooyoungās questions were answered by a broad back finally peeking over the back frame of the couch as the two of you playfully wrestled. He blinked for a bit wondering if his eyes were betraying him because he was pretty sure Mingiās short hair was pink.
āYou look so cuteā The man sighed with adoration, the only part of you that could be seen as you lay on the couch was your gentle hand on the back of his neck.
āSannieā¦ā
Wooyoung could imagine the way you smiled when Sanās name fell from your lips but the former assassin above you sensed another presence in the room. Cat-like eyes looked his way and for some reason, Wooyoung felt like he walked into something he shouldnāt have.
āSannie?ā You sat up wondering why he had gone silent.
You followed his gaze and saw Wooyoung by the entryway of the lounge.
The man stared at you both for a while, noticing how Sanās hair stuck out in different directions and how his lips were slightly pinker than usual. Your lips were red and swollen like the times heād see you after you and Mingiā¦
āI hope Iām not interrupting.ā He tried to play his surprise off as if it was a joke but inside he was screaming 'What the fuck? What the fuck?', like a broken record.
āOh, no.ā San immediately responded, sitting on the couch properly from the position he had been in, which underneath the blanket was between your legs with his pelvis pressed to your core. āNot at all.ā
āWill Y/N join us?ā Wooyoung walked on over to the L-shaped couch, taking note that the two of you were under the same fluffy blanket.
āI wonāt be playing. Just watching for a bit.ā You smiled, letting your hand that had been playing with Sanās hair drop while the other slipped from under his sweats.Ā "I have to help Hongjoong and Seonghwa with some data later.ā
San kept his practiced smile to not alert Wooyoung of what you two were doing under the blanket til he showed up. He was a bit annoyed to have been interrupted. Your dainty fingers had been wrapped around his hardening cock and were stroking him while his own fingers had been massaging your sensitive clit through your cotton panties. He even felt how your growing arousal had begun to seep through the fabric.
For now, San just readjusted your positions while still remaining under the cover of the large blanket, hiding his hard cock and practicing self-control.
Wooyoung half expected San to detach himself from you when Jongho arrived who didnāt blink an eye at yours and Sanās public displays of affection, which looked more than platonic. Instead, San had you snuggled in his arms with his chin resting atop of your head as he fiddled with the buttons on the controller, trying to beat him and Jongho at a retro street racing game.
This was one of those instances that Wooyoung wondered if there was something more going on between you and San that Mingi wasnāt aware of. But then again, Mingi never batted an eye when Jongho called you princess, when Seonghwa moved the hair from your face with loving eyes, or when Yunho embraced you from behind when you were going over things with Hongjoong and Hwa on the command deck.
But apart from all these inconsistencies, well, odd behavior, Wooyoung couldnāt remove from his head how he had come in contact with you twice today. First at the gym and then at the showers with your skin glistening, the scent of peach coconut body wash, and the kiss you left on his cheek as a thanks for saving you from your fall.
God, he sounded like a teenager. He never really had a serious relationship back on Jupiter, he just messed aroundā¦a lot. Bless the maids that lost their jobs in the manor because he got caught fucking themā¦and thatās just the tip of the iceberg.
But heās never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted you.
That night, like almost every other night, when he wasnāt missing home or the security of his life before, he was consumed by thoughts of you. Now that he had a new image of you stuck in his head (you in that fluffy towel and nothing else), he had newā¦ jacking-off material.
Maybe to top it off tonight, heād leave his door just a peep so he could hear you and Mingi again. You two didnāt fuck at all this week, so heās pretty sure something might happen tonight especially since Mingi cornered him in the shower and fucking showed off.
Should he take a little peek?
With the way the gunner teased him, itās like he wanted him to watch the two of you.
As if he was psychic, Wooyoung heard soft whimpering coming from your room. Your sweet alluring sounds.
Quietly, bare feet on the cold floor he made his way to his door. The hallway was dark now since the main lights automatically switched off at 1:30 am to conserve energy on the ship, the only thing that illuminated the hall were these color-changing dim strips of light near along the topmost part of the walls.
Tip-toeing across, he wanted to scoff at how your door was open ajar. āFuck you, man.ā He swore at Mingi in his head. He really wanted to make him suffer. If Mingi wanted him to watch so badly, then donāt mind if he does. Knowing the cocky smug bastard, he probably gets off on the idea of someone watching him fuck you but canāt touch you.
Gluing himself as close as possible to the wall next to your door, he decided to take a peek.
Immediately his cock throbbed at the new never before seen sight.
Ivory silk that shimmered in the dim light of your bedroom was tied to your headboard and they decorated your wrists that were above your head. He had wondered why your sounds were quieter this time around and he knew why now. Smooth silk was between your lips.
He felt his mouth water.
The little night slip covering yet showing the curves of your body was of the same silk and the thin straps had already slipped from your shoulders, the neckline dangerously low and close to letting your tits spill out. He could see the hardened peaks beneath the fabric and how the soft flesh jiggled when youād wriggle away from the head buried between your thighs.
Your thighs were over thick broad shoulders and seeing the way you were writhing from the pleasure of the lucky tongue lapping up your essence that he imagined to be nectar from the gods, he knew you were close to coming undone. Which usually meant, Mingi was going to fuck you next. Wooyoungās gotta give it to the gunner for being such a generous lover and indulging in foreplay.
āMhmf!ā Your pitch got higher, your wrists now tugging at the restraints. Your soft pillowy thighs were trembling and trying to close from the unrelenting attack on your heat. Wooyoung could hear the sloppy wet slurping of the man eating you out and his cock was getting harder and harder at the new visual. So you liked getting tied up? Thatās hot.
He palmed himself through his cotton pajama pants, biting his lip hard to hold back any sounds he could make and glancing at the hall making sure no one was up before returning his gaze to your lingerie-clad body.
Your hips tried to wriggle away from your loverās tongue but his hands were hooked around your thighs to keep you from getting away. You watched as his pretty face indulged in your cunt, happily and greedily lapping and dipping his tongue in your heat, and nipping and sucking on your clit. The soft gag around your mouth prevented you from moaning out his name and you could only whine and whimper your pleas and sounds of pleasure.
The soft silk grazed over your sensitive nipples the more you rustled and tugged on the restraints, your core growing unbearably tight and your breath quickening as he slurped and sucked at your sensitive bud. Then you saw white. Your back arched off the bed as his assault on your orgasming pussy didnāt stop. He liked to push you over the edge, not as cruel as Hongjoong does but just enough to make you hazy.
Not wanting to overdo it, your lover detached his lips from your cunt, and consumed with such desire, he hovered over you, covering you with his beefy muscular upper body, and lowered the silk gag to crash his lips onto yours. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue, and felt your walls tightening around nothing as he did. With one hand, he untied the silk ribbon from the headboard, letting it remain tied around your wrists yet freeing you from the restraint, finally letting you touch him.
āYouāre so beautiful like this, my darling.ā He spoke softly in between kisses. āI love dressing you in the prettiest things and fucking you in them.ā
'Oh, god, his voice', you thought. That honey-like deep voice that made you believe sweet nothings belonged on his lips.
āThis fabric is from the finest of silks in Jupiter.ā He cupped your breast through the smooth thin lingerie. āWhen we made our stop in my home, I had to get something for my darling.ā You bit your lip when he ghosted his thumb over your perked nipple. āThis is silk made for a queen.ā
He then sucked at your lower lip before resting his forehead against yours to savor this moment between the two of you.
āYou didnāt have to...ā You blushed beneath his intense gaze, his eyes so beautiful and entrancing. āI donāt need things like theseāah!ā
You were cut off when his hot and hard length slotted between your lips, the man before you clicking his tongue at your words. āMy beautiful love deserves beautiful things.ā You let out a soft whine when you felt him rub his bulbous hot tip between your folds, covering himself in your slick. āIāve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Nor desired anyone as I desire you."
āP-please,ā you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders as the ache for friction was getting more intense. āI love you...pleaseā¦I need you.ā
Youād never ever get tired of any of your lovers telling you how much they loved you. You didnāt even know what you did to deserve not only one but seven men who loved you. After all the things youāve done in your line workā¦you were somehow blessed with seven people youād protect and die for. With them, you werenāt the girl you were in the academy. They made you feel as if your past was nothing but a nightmare.
āMy sweet girl.ā He cooed, his forehead pressed against yours as he tapped the head of cock on your clit. Your arms wrapped around his back, feeling the need to hold onto him because if you didnāt you felt like you wouldnāt be able to take the painful need throbbing inside you. āSo tough and strong.ā He kissed your neck, holding your hips still so he could rock his length back and forth your slit, the teasing close to making you cry. āBut deep down, you want to be taken care of.ā
āPleaseā¦ā you begged, voice cracking with desire.
The sound made Wooyoung squeeze his cock tighter, slowly pumping himself to the sight of you through the mirror in your room where he could see the side view of your body. One of your breasts was no longer covered by the pretty silk lingerie and the ribbons tied on your wrist flowed so prettily, something about it made the whole view before him so sinful and dare he say, beautiful?
He watched as the hips between your legs connected with yours.
You moaned so obscenely when his hot tip pushed through your entrance and how his thick hot girth, stretched you out.
āOh, Yeo.ā
Wooyoung stopped the steady and slow rhythm of his hand. Did he hear that right? There was no fucking way.
āFuck, youāre so thick.ā You threw your head back, feeling him bottom out inside of you, his pretty moans music to your ears as he felt your velvety walls embrace him.
āYeah? Look at how gorgeously split you are by my cock.ā
You listened to him and glanced down, seeing the defined v-line of his hips and chiseled abdomen first before letting your gaze fall to where you two were connected. Your lower lips were parted and wrapped around him. He wasnāt as long as Mingi and Yunho but, god, he was thick and fitted inside of you like a glove.
āCome here, darling.ā He wrapped his arms around you, changing your positions so he was lying down while you were sat atop of him, fully sunk onto his cock.
Wooyoung had been too distracted by you that he didnāt notice that the naked man that you were straddling and who was eating you out moments before was not the pink-haired gunner asshole who teased him earlierā¦it was his best friend.
āBe a good girl and ride me.ā Yeosang caressed your sides before hooking a finger on the neckline of the silk slip and tugging it lower to reveal your breasts.
You slipped your arms from the straps, the lingerie he bought you now bunched at your hips while you placed your hands behind you and on his thighs as you slowly rolled your hips.
āOh darling,ā Yeosang moaned, watching you slowly raise your hips and lower them giving him a show of how his cock disappeared in and out of your tight heat, wetting him with your slick.
You bit your lip slowly adjusting to the width of him and once you felt your walls accommodate him more, you began to bounce your hips. You were lost in the way his cock rubbed your insides with each rock and bounce. His hands caressed your sides and squeezed your breasts, your moans and his messily harmonizing together along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Wooyoungās cock still throbbed and he knew it was wrong that he was even more turned on at the fact that you were fucking Yeosang. Did Mingi mean what he said when he jested earlier? About fucking you? Did he actually share you?
Maybe if he wasnāt so fucking horny he wouldāve stopped touching himself at the sight of you fucking someone who wasnāt Mingi. Were you seeing Yeosang behind Mingiās back?
He didnāt really care about those things right now, not when your tits bounced so fucking prettily as you rode Yeosang. Why did you look so fucking good? With his best friend lying down, he had a full view of your body, and the fact that the lingerie was still somewhat on you, made him continue to pump his length, matching his rhythm to yours.
Yeosang wasnāt much of a dirty talker when you two spent nights together but his pretty voice and the special timbre he had even his panting and moaning made up for it. He had such a tone to him that made you shiver and ache for him all the same. He had the prettiest moans among your lovers.
āFuāoh. Fuck,ā Yeosang managed to say when he caught a glimpse of a sheer ring of white coating the base of his cock, Wooyoung had to squint but when he saw it his hand sped up. He couldnāt believe he was jacking off to you fucking yourself on his best friendās cock.
āYeoā¦ā you whimpered, throwing your head back at how good he felt inside of you and Wooyoung almost moaned out loud with how delectable you looked head thrown back in pleasure and rolling your hips.
He needed to fuck you. God, he didnāt know how long he could take anymore. Would Yeosang stop him if he were to walk in right now? No, he couldnāt do that but the sinful smack of your skin against Yeosangās as you bounced on his cock was making any form of self control almost impossible to find.
āLook at you,ā Yeosang hummed, swiping his thumb on the white cream of your arousal before rolling your clit beneath his fingertip. āTaking me so prettily.ā
You could only moan in response, the stimulation on your clit as his cock deliciously scraped your insides making your head spin. Your hips and thighs worked tirelessly to continue the rolling waves of mind-numbing pleasure, and your lover beneath you looked up at you with such desire and adoration in his eyes, that it made you a little shy. Only they could make you feel this way.
You gasped when Yeosang gripped your hips tighter and began to fuck into you at a fast pace, the wet obscene smacking becoming louder as he thrust strong and deep. You almost fell forward at the sudden change of pace and you cried out at how indescribably good it felt.
āFuck, Yeo. You feel so good.ā He sat up, cradling your back and wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued to fuck you. The new position allowed his cock to dive deeper, hitting your g-spot and making you melt against him.
You held onto him for dear life, your head resting on his shoulder.
Wooyoung whimpered softly in disappointment that the sight of your tits and pussy were covered now by Yeosangās bulging muscular back which had the silk ribbons around your wrists flowing down against them as you clawed at his skin.
Good thing he was close. He was so fucking close.
He glanced at the mirror once more, biting his lip harder when he saw the way Yeosangās hips were driving into your pussy. Why couldnāt that be him?
He squeezed his cock harder and increased his pace, he was going to cum. Your breasts were bouncing with each thrust and he could see how your nipples brushed Yeosangās chest.Ā He imagined what that would feel like and how tight your pussy would feel around his cock, how it would squeeze him, how it would feel, hot wet, and invitingā
Wooyoungās eyes flickered to your face wanting to cum at the sight of your blissed-out expression but his heart stopped when his eyes met your heavy-lidded ones with pupils blown in lust.
Your lips were loosely pressed against Yeosangās shoulder as he pounded into you when you suddenly met a pair of eyes by the door, peering in. If it had been any of your lovers, they would have shamelessly walked in and watched. So...who?
Vision focusing and adjusting to the dark, you made out the strong jawline and the unmistakable shape of those eyes to be none other than Jung Wooyoung. Yeosangās best friend.
Wooyoung saw how your brows furrowed at his presence and how your eyes glanced down, finding his hand that was wrapped around his cock, tip red and angry, leaking with precum.
āFuck.ā Yeosang swore when felt your walls squeeze him, not knowing it was because you had noticed Wooyoung by the door.
You never knew youād be turned on by the idea of being watched til it was teased out of you by your lovers. It had started when San had caught you and Mingi when your relationship with him had reached the three-month milestone. Mingi being a switch had enjoyed teasing both you and San that nightā¦seeing Wooyoung by the door, reminded you a little bit of how cute Sannie was all hard and frozen by the door that very night.
Smirking a little, a wicked idea popped into your head.
Running your hands through Yeosangās hair, you kissed and moaned against his neck just a tad bit louder, all that while keeping your gaze locked with Wooyoungās.
āYou close, my love?ā You purred into Yeosangās ear, soft yet audible enough for the man by the door to hear.
Wooyoung clenched his teeth harder, fighting back his moans as his eyes were pleading for release while imagining his cock was in you instead of his hand. You werenāt making this easier for him.
Yeosang groaned at the way your term of endearment for him rolled off your tongue so seductively. āMhm.ā He hummed in response, panting as he chased both yours and his releases.
āYouāre making me feel so good.ā You held him tighter, his hands guiding your hips to match his movements. Your lustful drunk-like stare remained on Wooyoung and he couldnāt tear his own eyes from you. āI want you to fill me up.ā
A moan almost escaped Wooyoung at that. Why were you looking at him when you said that? It was painful enough to fist his cock in secret while watching someone else fuck you but now this? This was some new kind of torture.
āY-Yeo,ā your eyes shut in bliss while your mouth parted in a breathless and soundless moan, while your lover spurred on by your words, moved with passion to bring you both to ecstasy.
Yeosangās pants and whines always were like a melody you can never get out of your head.Ā You wondered, despite your state of a daze, if he knew how weak you were for his comfort and his warmth. His gentleness and affection were different.Ā They all loved you in their own ways, different but it was love all the same.
His moans became higher in pitch as he lost himself and his hold on your hips tightened. You couldnāt hold back all the sounds that left you as he brought you to climax, the rhythm of his hips getting faster, the resounding smacks bouncing off the walls. Your eyes locked with Wooyoungās once more before they shut as you were pushed over the edge. Your body arched into Yeosang's as you gasped, unable to stop the trembling of your hips as your head went blank with pleasure.
You felt your release drip down your pulsing heat and made a mess on his cock that hasnāt ceased its assault on your spamming cunt. āThatās my darling. My sweet darling.ā He cooed over and over til his own hips stilled. He slammed into you hard one last time as a strangled moan left him.
Wooyoung bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he felt the pressure at the base of his spine explode and release into his hand. The sight of his milky white release made your mouth water and you couldnāt help the thought that popped in your head. How it was such a waste for his cum to not be on you or in you. Maybe it was just your orgasm brain playing tricks on you and not making you think straight but you held onto your lover tighter, feeling his release warm your insides.
Yeosang laid you down gently on the bed, not detaching himself from you as he peppered kisses all over your chest as if worshipping you and thanking you.
You moved your head a little from the pillow to look at the door, only to find that the little peeping Tom had disappeared. Before you could feel the growing hint of disappointment that the new crew member was gone, you were pulled away from your thoughts by Yeosang. You gasped softly when he took your left breast in his warm mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue on your sensitive peak as he kept his pelvis pressed to yours to keep his release inside of you.
Wooyoung retreated to his room and locked the door, the post-nut clarity creeping up to him fast.
What had he just seen?
As if doing what he did to you and Mingi wasnāt bad already, this wasā¦he didnāt even know what to think.
The guilt ate him up but at the same time, he couldnāt help but feel a dark cloud blooming in his chest. He didnāt know if he was reading too much into it but did you enjoy having him watch? He swore when your eyes locked with his as Yeosang fucked you and he was jerking off, there was a brief glimpse of a smirk.
As he cleaned up the mess of his cum on his hand and changed out of his shirt, he poked his head out his door so he could check he didnāt have traces of him on the floor or anywhere near your door.Ā
What the fuck has he done? Why were you and Yeosang together?
He glanced at your still slightly open door wondering if you and his best friend were still going at it. If he had gotten caught by both of you, would he have been invited to join? He lightly knocked the back of his head with his fist for having thought about that. He was being delusional.
With tissues, he wiped away drops of his cum that had fallen to the floor quietly while telling himself he wonāt try to listen to any more sounds that should be found because of your partially open door.
Before he could hear anything, he disappeared into his room and made sure his door was closed and locked.
He went over his conclusions about your relationship with the crew.
You and Mingi had been together for two years while you and San had basically grown up together and shared a friendship that looked far from platonic as he always looked like a love-sick puppy when you were around. Now Yeosang? Where the fuck did Yeosang fit in the equation?
It didnāt make sense to him and the last thought that crossed his mind was far too absurdā¦but then again, not entirely impossible.
It was just too crazy to be real. Which brought him back to his and Mingiās conversation in the showers.
āWhat if it was an invitation?ā Mingiās words echoed in his head.
Even though he played it off as a joke, Wooyoung couldnāt shake the feeling that it wasnāt entirely just a joke.
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Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki x Twice x f!reader
Genre: Smut
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Warnings: 18+, dubcon, hybrid!au, kitty girl!reader, heat, gang bang, step-cest, name-calling, dacryphillia, blowjobs, clit rubbing, pet names, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, spitting, double penetration (one hole), throat-fucking, hair pulling, noncon filming, creampie & oral creampie ā”
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The tension between your thighs is unbearable. Itās close to agonising. A burning desire that can only be alleviated by someone willing. Your stepbrother is tired of you. You know he is; and yet you canāt seem to be able to help yourself. He has friends over. You can hear them all talking. Playing videos games and screaming at the TV.
āTomuā¦ā you flutter your eyelashes. Though he doesnāt hear you. He doesnāt even see you since youāre shyly hiding behind the door to his bedroom.
All you can hear is laughter and teasing. Touya making fun of Jinās lack of gaming skills and Tomura laughing at his expense. If only you werenāt so bashful.
āØ° summary: While standing at the crossroads of your forgotten past and your tumultuous present, you strive to surviveāto wināa gruesome war. Amongst pools of blood and unmoving bodies, you traverse foreign territory in search of your lost identity. But unexpected twists and disastrous turns hinder your path to glory. What lengths will you go to be loyal to your nation?
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I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. āSoā¦ can I ask, what happened to your hairs?ā
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. āMy best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So Iāve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.ā
āLast night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her Iād be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.ā
Itās the most supportive thing she could think to do.
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Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we donāt want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
If you say they canāt be or this is a lie, then imma throw you into a trashcan, throw the trashcan into a rocket, and make the rocket go to another galaxy or universe.
Doesnāt matter the sex. Abuse is abuse. Pain is pain. We all have emotion. We all breath and live. We all need love. We all need help. Stay strong to those who are still in that situation. You can find a way out. Just keep pushing forward. @pastelsweetheartgirl @lillitheblogger @ihaileysenpai you should really see this post and help me reblog if ya donāt mind ^~^
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