Here is the huge masterlist of everything. As of this moment, I do not plan on continuing the Seventeen Sci-Fi AU series and am working on the ATEEZ Hybrids series.
The links might be a bit messed up while I fix everything, and if you can't find a few stories, I probably deleted them and don't ask why, I have my reasons.
đŤ°Oneshotsâ¤ď¸âđĽ
⪊ Always You [SFW] | The8/Minghao (Seventeen) ~2.4k
⪊ Snow in Sweden [SFW] | Renjun (NCT Dream) ~9.3k
⪊ Sitting Out the Storm [SFW] | Jisung (NCT Dream) ~6.2k
⪊ Within An Inch of Your Life [NSFW] | Shownu (Monsta X) ~4.7k
⪊ Worth It In The End [NSFW] | Anton (RIIZE) ~6.9k
⪊ Second Choice | San ft. Angst ~11.1k
⪊ Stupid | Wooyoung ft. Angst ~10.2k
Decisions | Jongho Series
âż Love or Hate (1) [SFW] âż ~4.2k
âż Sweet (2 v1) [NSFW] âż ~2.5k
âż Spicy (2 v2) [NSFW] âż ~3.2k
Animal Inside | ATEEZ Series (NSFW)
I am working on it, I promise!
đŚ Matter of Pride | Hongjoong đŚ ~5.8k
đ In the Doghouse | Yeosang đ ~4.5k
đŻ Ride a Tiger | San đŻ ~6.2k
đť Don't Poke the Bear | Jongho đť ~6.9k
đŚđş Stray Kids Oneshots (NSFW) đŚđş
⪊ Oh, Baby-Girl | Bang Chan ~5.4k
-> ⪊ My Baby-Girl | Sequel! [Release on 8/15/26]
⪊ Versace Royal | Hyunjin ~4.2k
Easy to Expert | Felix Series (NSFW)
⼠Easy (#1) ~4.9k
⼠Novice (#2) ~4.7k
You've agreed to a threesome and you pick... (They are all technically part three, just different versions, they do not go along with each other at all.)
⼠Beginner's Luck (#3 v1) - ft. I.N. ~3k
⼠Standard Practice (#3 v2) - ft. Seungmin ~2.1k
⼠In the Middle (#3 v3) - ft. Hyunjin ~2.7k
⼠Rough Love (#3 v4) - ft. Han ~3.2k
⼠Challenged (#3 v5) - ft. Lee Know ~4k
⼠Hard to Swallow (#3 v6) - ft. Changbin ~3.7k
⼠Expert (#3 v7) - ft. Bang Chan ~4.5k
Historical AU! | SKZ Series (NSFW)
ěŹę¸° Only You - Bang Chan ~4.5k
ěŹę¸° Her Hero - Lee Know ~5k
ěŹę¸° Kept Secret - Changbin ~4.6k
ěŹę¸° Not Her Brother - Hyunjin ~4.1k
ěŹę¸° Healing Love - Han [Release on 8/12/26]
ěŹę¸° Love Release - Felix ~4.9k
ěŹę¸° Won Her Heart - Seungmin [Release on 8/13/26]
ěŹę¸° Love and Learn - I.N. [Release on 8/14/26]
These don't rely on each other at all, so there isn't really a specific order, I just wrote them in this order.
ć°´ Yeonjun (1) ~3.2k
ć°´ Taehyun (2) ~2.8k
ć°´ Soobin (3) ~4.4k
ć°´ Hueningkai (4) ~4.4k
ć°´ Beomgyu (5) ~4.6k
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing/Making-Out, Oral (F! Receiving), First Times (Reader's), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control soâŚ)
Summary: You're raised by your aunt and when she marries the King, you end up with an annoying brother-like man in your life.
At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, or this post.
Also, if any of my historical information/words are inaccurate, I apologize, I did the best with what research I could and what I know from watching too many historical K-Dramas.
-> Bang Chan's <-
-> Lee Know's <-
-> Changbin's <-
-> Han's (Coming Soon) <-
-> Felix's <-
-> Seungmin's (Coming Soon) <-
-> I.N.'s (Coming Soon) <-
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When you were very little your mother got very sick. Luckily, she was able to get over the illness, but it left her nearly crippled. Because of this, your mother's sister took you and your brother in. You were the lowest of the nobility class, but your aunt was higher up since your mother married down. For some reason for a long time, your aunt remained unwed, at least that's what you were told. It wasn't till you were older did you learn that she was actually a widow. HoweverâŚwidows do not remarry. Yet, your aunt did. To the King. Apparently when he was just crown prince, he was in love with her, and her with him, but they were not allowed to marry. When the queen passed due toâŚsupposedly natural causes, the king took your aunt as his second wife. You more or less were her daughter and so you accompanied her and became something like a lady-in-waiting. What you were not told ahead of time was that your aunt had a new step-son.
Actually, you did know this, but what you were uninformed about what any details. The first time you saw him, you swear you almost go the wind knocked out of you. He was the most gorgeous creature youâd ever seen, but what stood out even more past thatâŚwas how freaking annoying he could be. To you, specifically. It seems he had a lot of pent up mischievous energy since he was an only child, and because of this⌠You became his little sibling. Though he hated when anyone referred to you as such. And so did you.
"So, Hyunjin⌠about your sister-"
"She is not my sister."
"Step-sister-"
"Nope! Not that either. She just follows my step-mother around."
Did him and his buddies really need to hang out right below your window? And you know he knows that youâre in there, the windows wide open to allow the breeze in on the tepid summer day.
"Anyway! Is sheâŚmarried?"
"She wears her hair down, what do you think?"
"He meantâŚis she single?"
There was an unexpected silence as his friends, as well as you, wait for his answer.
Youâre more shocked by his hesitation to answer more than anything. Youâre⌠Why does he care? You expect a snide comment about not being worth it or something, but he just stays silent.
âWhy do you care?â His tone isâŚodd. It sounds more like when he talks with his father or your auntâŚvery formalâŚdetached.
âSheâs cute.â
Thereâs nothing in response. No scoff, not even a huffâŚhe doesnât laugh either. You pause mid-stitch with your embroidery, brow raised, looking toward the window. You canât see him nor his group from the second level, theyâre probably right against the wall.
âSo?â He finally answers. That seems more like him and you huff and continue your flower. It looks like crap, and that had nothing to do with you being distracted.
âWhoâs her father? Or should I talk to the Queen?â
âHow about you just shut up and donât talk to anyone?â Hyunjin snaps and your head shoots up to look out the window.
"Woah, touchy."
"Are youâŚjealous~?"
"Be quiet."
"You are!"
"I said shut up!"
He's so loud the songbirds resting in the tree by the window as well as the one on your windowsill fly away in fear.
"Ouch!" You wince as the needle jabs your finger and you suck it into your mouth. There's no speaking, but you hear footsteps nearly running away and you debate on getting up from your cushion to look out the window. After more silence, you determine everyoneâs left, so you get up and go to the window. You startle, seeing Hyunjin standing outside it still, looking up at you. When your eyes meet, you can't help but feel your heart speed up.
"W-What?" You snap out, trying to act annoyed as you usually do and he just stares at you.
"What?!"
"Stay there." He mutters and trudges off and despite wanting to go against him just because he told you to, you do stay. While you know he didn't mean to stay still, just in your room, you stay right where you were. The birds come back and you hear them chirping again and thenâŚthe sound of footsteps⌠Getting closer. You squeak with your startle when the door slides open aggressively, and there he stands, still looking cranky.
"What's your problem today?" You huff, shaking your head, crossing your arms. The silk of his blue crown prince hanbok swishes as he moves into your room, looking around as if he's never been in there before. He doesn't have on his samo on, he never does, he hates how the hat looks on him. Honestly though, he looks good in anythingâŚ
"Can I help you?"
He doesn't answer, just picks up a little jade figure of a tiger you have on your dresser.
"Lord prince?"
He sets it down, then opens one of the drawers. You sigh.
"My prince?"
He picks up a calligraphy brush from inside, and fiddles with it, running his finger over the brush and most likely ruining it.
"My lord?"
He sets it back in and picks up an ink stone, fiddling with it next.
"Hyunjin?"
"What do you think of Lord Younghoon?"
He must have been the one that asked about you.
"Which one is he?"
This makes his lip crook up in a smirk and he puts the ink stone back and shuts the drawer. He turns to face you, leaning his elbow on the top of the dresser, resting his cheek in his palm. He justâŚstares at you. Smirking. Like a little shit.
"What do you want?"
"You."
His answer floors you and you gawk at him, gaping, huffing in utter disbelief, nearly offended.
"Y-YouâŚare insane. Get out of my room."
He rolls his eyes.
"I'm serious, (Y/N)."
"Are you?" Your voice cracks, pitch raising as you convince yourself your heart is pounding from anger. Hyunjin doesn't answer and moves over toward your wardrobe and throws the doors open.
"Do you mind?"
"Nope." He hums, looking through your hanboks. They were nicer than you ever had before living in the Queen's palace, but they were still rather simple. You weren't really a princess after all.
"Where's that purple daenggi?"
"I'm wearing it." You pull your braid over your shoulder to show him the ribbon tied midway down, brow raised. He glances over to see and he smirks again.
"Good."
"Why?"
"That's the one I got your for your birthday."
Oh. You honestly didn't know, it was just in your pile, no name on itâŚ
"It'sâŚmy favorite⌠Was."
"Was?"
You reach around and undo the tie and then fold the ribbon and hand it back to him. He looks down at it, hurt flitting over his face, then looks back up at you, frowning.
"Why?"
"It's rather improper for you to gift me such a thing, don't you think?"
"Why's that?"
You can't answer, because in reality, it's not. But something about it just makes youâŚfeel funny.
He snatches it out of your, hand, then puts his hands on your shoulders and forces you to turn around and face away from him. You feel the light tugging on your hair as he ties it back in.
"H-Hyunjin-"
"Don't wear anything but this, got it?"
"What? And go around bragging about it? That the prince gave it to me? My dear brother-"
"Don't fucking call me that." He snaps, forcing you to turn back to face him. He's frowning but he looks more like a mildly cranky weasel than anything. You blink.
"Is that how you see me?"
"You're a brat to me like a brother."
He doesn't say anything, then turns on his heel and leaves. You stare after him, wondering what on earth is going on.
~(￢_￢;)~
At the evening meal, you are sitting to the left of the queen to eat. The other ladies that make her company are around the table in the pavilion of the gardens.
"(Y/N), dear, is something troubling you?" Your aunt asks softly, the conversation quieting so that everyone can focus on you two. Gossip is in high demand it seems.
"IâŚno, my queen. I am just thinking." You tell her softly, still just fiddling with your spoon in your bowl of soup.
"Did you fight with Prince Hyunjin again?"
You shrug. She takes that as a yes and sighs.
"He's simply trying to get under your skin. Pay him no mind, he will hopefully mature before long." She sighs and one of the noblewomen chuckles.
"He is a mischievous one, isn't he? I think it would do him well to finally settle down. Maybe his young blood will calm." She hums and you glance up at her. She had a daughter, one who was definitely in the unofficial fan troupe that liked to ogle the prince at every opportunity. It was likely they'd start pushing for him to marry soon, but they had given him some leeway because his father only recently became king himself. Something about thatâŚirked you.
"Her name is Eunseul, yes? How old is she?" The queen asks.
"She will be eighteen this fall. Perfect age, no?"
"For a twenty six year old?" You can't help but comment, then wince when all eyes go to you.
"WellâŚthat is much better than being unwed at twenty-five." The lady takes a bite of her food, the underhanded comment hits like a slap. Your aunt sighs, giving you a sympathetic glance. It was true that it was rare, but it's not like you had any need to be wed offâŚyet. Your father didn't care because to him you were more like his niece, and your aunt seems content to let you just serve as her handmaiden till the end of both your days.
"I highly doubt Lady Eunseul has the backbone to deal with the crown prince." Another lady chimes in, most likely wanting her own daughter to be in the running as well. They all start to bicker and the argument is silenced when the queen sets her chopsticks down with an audible clink on her floor table.
"If we are all putting up candidates for the Crown PrincessâŚ" She glances at you and your heart skips. Is it fear though?
"I think it only makes sense that I make that choice." You let out a sigh in relief, but all eyes are on you. Even hers. You gawk at her.
"YouâŚare you⌠teasing me, your highness?" You give her a desperate look and she smirks. Oh no.
"I think you'd make the perfect Princess, dear."
"No! I meanâŚThat is over-generous, my queen. I think that anyone would be much more qualified."
"I do not."
"I hardly think the prince would approve of such a choice."
"And I think he would gladly approve."
You both have a silent conversation through your eyes and the room is painfully quiet.
"Think about it." She suggests and continues her meal as if nothing had happened.
~(*°â˝Â°*)~
A few days later, youâre walking the palace grounds, glad you can do so without an escort, you're not important enough⌠You'd hate to have even just a handmaiden constantly follow you around like if you were princess⌠You reach your arm around your back to tug on the end of the braid, beginning to wonder how different the weight of it would feel on your head up in a bun with a decorated golden binyeo⌠Your fingers fiddle with the purple silk of the ribbon and your mind's eye immediately shows you that stupidly attractive smirk that Hyunjin likes to show you. You drop your arm like the fabric caught fire, shaking your head, and continuing to walk across the bridge and toward the pond. At the water's edge, you find a good flat stone and toss it, watching it skip across the water. You do this a few more times, only stopping when a second stone flies soon after yours, but skids much further across the pond's surface. You glance over, and see⌠Hyunjin of course. He's in just a normal nobleman's hanbok, a gat on his head, still looking stupidly attractive.
"Are you busy?"
"What do you think?" You huff and skip another rock.
"Have you been to that teashop that old man Cho opened up near the fabric store?"
"Not yet."
"Come on then." He holds his hand out for you and you look at itâŚthen up to his face. The expressionâŚmakes you flush. He's smiling. Not smirkingâŚa pure and beautiful smile.
"Alright thenâŚ" You gently rest your hand in his, and he leads you on the way.
~(â ââ˘âĎââ˘â â)~
Even as you just walk the streets of Hanyang, there are whispers about him. Most people know that if you see such a gorgeous man, it's probably the prince, but of course no one straight out asks him. Technically, he's not supposed to be outside the palace. He let go of your hand once you'd left the palace grounds for propriety sake and walked leisurely next to you, his hands resting at the small of his back.
"My lord?"
"Nope."
You roll your eyes.
"Hyunjin?"
"Yes~?"
You sigh.
"WhyâŚwhy did you get so upset the other day when your friend asked about me?"
"Because you're for me."
You halt and he does a few steps later, turning to look back at you.
"What?"
"I want you for me."
"Is this some weird 'this is my toy, you can't play with it' thing?"
He sighs now and moves to stand in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head back to see his face.
"Do you really think that?"
You just look at him for a few seconds.
"Or are you just trying to tell yourself that⌠Because reality scares you?" He asks softly and you swallow hard. Why does he smell so good�
"ThenâŚwhy do you tease me so much?"
"Do you know why little boys tug on the braids of little girls?"
"Because he likes her."
He just watches your face, waiting for realization to hit. It does. You flush.
"Y-You-?"
"From the first moment I saw you. It got worse when you wouldn't give me the time of day."
"That's whyâŚyou don't want to be seen as my brotherâŚ"
"This isn't Silla anymore, I really don't think I could marry my sister." He smirks and you scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes.
"You're insufferable."
"Only for you~"
~(ŕšâĄââĄŕš)~
It didn't take long for word to get around that thereâs something going on between you two. Most would add 'finally' to that statement. Your aunt was ecstatic and it seems the King and her literally had a bet for how long it would take. The courting period was decidedly short, as well was the engagement and then finally, the wedding came around. You also had to be crowned princess and everything. Not even a month after Hyunjin finally got it through your head that he liked you, loved you even, you were his wife. Apparently the preparations were being made well before that, it was just that he finally had to get you in agreement. Everyone else had seen what you had chosen to be blind about.
Every time that you two were alone after the courtship was made official, he was kissing you. All over your face, making you giggle. Deeply kissing you till you couldn't breathe, even just kissing your hand if that's what he could manage in the moment. It was like some switch flipped and he was suddenly obsessed with you.
"I've always been obsessed with you~" He told you in response after you voiced your playful theory out loud.
The night before the actual wedding, youâre out on a bridge in the garden, looking up at the stars through the leaves of the trees. Youâre already dressed like a princess, just without your hair pinned up, and despite the overly luxurious material, you felt itchy. Nerves?
"What's wrong, darling?"
A gentle and familiar voice brings you out of your thoughts as Hyunjin's arms wrap around you from behind.
"Just⌠Can tell everything's about to changeâŚ" He presses his face into your hair, then kisses the side of your head.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No!" You turn to face him, cupping his jaw in your hands.
"Not at all⌠but going from being justâŚme to the princess⌠the crown princess, is a lot."
"All you need to think aboutâŚis not you becoming princess, but you becoming my wife." He holds your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to kiss. You huff a soft laugh and rest your head on his chest as he holds you.
"I love youâŚ" You whisper, finally voicing it out loud yourself. He'd told you plenty, but you never had the courage to vocally respond. He shivers and holds you tighter.
"I know." He throws back your usual reply back at you and you huff a giggle.
~(âĄÂ°â˝Â°âĄ)~
You weren't sure that Hyunjin would make it through the whole ceremony and celebration, let alone your coronation. He barely made it to the night, it was clear he was itching to get to youâŚand inside you most likely. He didn't even want to bathe before your first night together but youâdd been sweating horribly in your whole marriage ensemble and needed to wash up. He pouted all the way to the bathing room he was to use while you were bathed by your new handmaidens. It was odd, they were girls that were more of less equals before and you still saw them as friends. Luckily, when it was just you and them, they acted the same. By the time you enter your new bedchambers in your white marital sokchima, he's already pacing, only in white sokbaji, deliciously shirtless.
"OhâŚ" You sigh softly, catching his attention and he moves so fast he's a blur. His hair is down and he looks even more beautiful than normal. You're up in the air before you know it, in his arms, and he deposits you onto the raised mattress bed. He's over you, nearly completely surrounding you, next.
"H-Hi~" Is all you can get out, his gorgeous face intense and his eyes hot. Your little stammer catches him off guard and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
"Hi, darling~" He coos gently, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, then cups your cheek in his hand.
"So pretty~"
You giggle and he leans down to give your forehead a soft kiss.
"I'll try and go slow for youâŚbut just knowâŚI've wanted this for so long~" His voice fades into a low purr and you shiver as it rumbles through you.
"Really~?"
"Yes, silly girl~" He huffs a laugh, leaning down to kiss you. He has you breathless before even touching you, his tongue making love to your mouth and youâre literally drooling as he only pulls back from the kiss long enough to let you catch your breath before his tongue is back inside your mouth, trying to get down your throat. You can already feel your pussy soaking and it's just from his kiss. A thick glob of saliva drips from his mouth when he pulls back and falls into yours as you breathe heavily and you instinctually swallow down the glob and he grins.
"Good girl~ NowâŚI'm gonna do that same exact thing to this cute little pussy~" You squeak when he moves down your body with startling speed, and the straps of your sokchima tear as he yanks on it, literally ripping it off you to get you naked.
"H-Hyunjin!" You gasp at the aggression and he just tosses the ruined garment away and it flutters to the ground half-way to the door. You squeak again when he lays between your thighs tossing your legs over his shoulders, then gasp hard, hips bucking as his tongue slides through your cunt. The intense sensation makes your vision spot with stars and his arms around your thighs hold you still as his long and clearly skillful tongue slips inside of you, his nose bumping your clit.
"H-Hyunjin~!" You moan breathily, already breaking into a sweat along with him.
"Fuck, darling, you taste like heaven~" He nearly whines and buries his face back between your legs, tongue thrusting and licking into you, then flicks over your clit and with a well-placed suck, your orgasm hits you suddenly, surprising you both. He chuckles, gently kissing over your pussy as the waves fade and you flop back onto the bed flat, limp, heaving for air as he sits up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, then he licks your slick arousal off his skin. You manage to prop yourself up on your arms, limbs feeling quite jelly-like, and are able to watch as he fully disrobes, his pants flying through the air much like your own undergarment had.
"UmâŚ
"What is it, love?"
He looks down where you're looking, then smirks, hand wrapping around his cock.
"It'll fit, darling~"
"OkayâŚ" You mutter, not entirely convinced. He moves back to between your legs, bringing them up and over his elbows as his hand guides the head of his cock to your dripping cunt.
"Breathe, darlingâŚ" He soothes as he starts to press in. At your slight whimper as the sting singes your insides, he gently kisses over your face, breathing hard himself to try and stay calm as your tight slick heat welcomes him in. It feels like it takes forever for him to bottom out and you can only let out little whines and mewls with each breath as you get used to him.
"So good, so good for me~" He coos, petting your hair, kissing the corner of your mouth. It takes you a bit to get used to him, and he's breathing even harder, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and his chin to land on your own sweat-sheened skin.
"You can move, Hyunjin~" You encourage, the sting fading.
He answers with a shallow thrust and the burn fades entirely, leaving only a toe-curling pleasure as he starts. He goes slow like he promised, pulling back a few inches before easing back in, still leaving gentle kisses over your skin, moving down to your neck and shoulders.
"M-More~" You plead, quickly getting used to his size inside you and needing to feel him even harder.
"Yeah~?" He huffs, smirking and you nod with a whimper and then he takes your breath away as he pulls out so only the tip of him remains inside you then deftly rolls his hips with a snap.
"AH~!?" You gasp, eyes rolling back, feeling like he's battering inside your womb as the tip of his cock slams against your cervix over and over. He's lost the thin strand of control that he had and he's grunting like an animal as he fucks you like one. He's drenched in sweat and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful than him over you, your husband, fucking into you like he never wants to stop. Because he doesn't.
"Oh, fuck (Y/N)! Your cute little cunt feels like bliss~" He groans out, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with every deep, mind-numbing thrust.
"H-Hyunjin, g-gonna-"
"Cum for me, love, all over my cock~" He purrs straight into your ear and you take it as a command and fall apart. Your squeal of rapture shatters his last bit of composure and somehow he fucks you even harder through your orgasm, your ankles ending up at his ears and your brain fogs over. Another orgasm raises and fades and he just keeps going, the sheets drenched in both of yours sweat and your release.
"Fuck- (Y/N)- gonna fill you up~" Hyunjin huffs a slightly delirious laugh, sounding a bit drunk even and he throws his head back. You watch his throat bob as his tongue sticks out of the side of his mouth and he groans deep in his chest as searing heat floods your core. You fall over the edge again, vision blurring from the tears of bliss and you barely register him letting your legs down and him pulling out to lay down next to you. He pulls you in so you can lay on him, neither of you caring that you're both so sweaty and he chuckles softly.
"What~?" You hum out sleepily. But he doesn't answerâŚbut you can feel his cock rehardening under you.
hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well.
samo - hats worn by government officials
daenggi - the ribbon that was tied around a unmarried girl's braid.
binyeo - the long pin that would hold a woman's bun up, mostly used for married women.
Hanyang - historical name for Seoul
sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment.
sokbaji - pants-like under-garment, mostly worn by women actuallyâŚ
So I "retired" a couple years back and I am back! I have gone through all my old stories and fixed the shitty grammar and spelling that is a result of me thinking that Microsoft Word's spellcheck was safe from the AI of copilot and it in fact was not. The masterlist might be a bit messy while I fix all the posts, especially since the URLs will change since I changed my username back.
Please be patient if a story or something isn't loading or the link is wrong, I'm hoping to get it all done within a few hours.
Once I get that done, I will not only be posting a Part 2 to my Bang Chan 'Oh, Baby-Girl' fic, but also the rest of the Stray Kids Historical AU series!
!!This is smut...if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Summary: After Anton gets jealous and does something rash in his jealousy, you get pissed.
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Anger, Jealousy, Pet Names (Pretty Girls, Baby, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! & M! Receiving, Fingering, Deepthroating, Size Difference, Size Kink, Cock-Bulge (a bit), Overstimulation, Squirting, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Reader is on the pill), Big Dick! Anton (yay)
Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling
P.S. Anton has become my ultimate bias and I am now obsessed with him so get ready for way more fics of him
P.P.S. the middle picture is Shohei Ohtani
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You go to almost every single event Anton is in, heâs your best friend after all, and you only miss one if youâre sick. You, however, much prefer his swim meets to his baseball games. And it has nothing to do with the fact that heâs shirtless when swimming, because you like his butt in his baseball uniform even more. You donât try to hide how attractive you find him even if you are just friends, you arenât blind. The reason you prefer his swim meets is because, for some reason, less of his fan-girlies come to those. Probably because they arenât as âcoolâ or they donât even know heâs also on the swim team. This upcoming baseball game though is very special. Itâs the first time in over 20 years your university has made it to the national championships, but that means itâs a much, much bigger event than normal. Thatâs why you kind of donât want to go, but all your girl-friends are going too, and Anton had nearly begged for you to join. Reluctantly, youâd said yes.
In the end though, youâre glad you decided to go, because each member of every team gets to pick one friend or family member to sit in the best seats, and Anton chooses you. His parents arenât able to go because of their work schedules and so you get the honor. What that does mean however is that youâre sitting in the stands with a bunch of parents, and you feel out of place to say the least. As more and more people get to the stands, you debate going up to the much worse seats just so you can be with your friends.
âHow the hell did you end up here?â You hear a teasing voice, and you startle, looking up at the owner of the voice. You sigh in relief, huffing a laugh as he sits down. You believe his name is Jacob or something, and you know his brother is on the team. Youâve had a few classes with him but arenât exactly friends, but heâs better than some middle-aged dad or over-protective boy-mom.
âTake a guessâŚâ
âAnton.â
âYep.â
âHow long have you two been dating?â
âHuh? Weâre not dating.â
âYouâre just friends?â
âYeah?â
âGood, then he wonât punch me for talking to you.â
âHe wouldnât anywayâŚâ You huff, shaking your head. As more and more people fill the stands, you joke back and forth with Jacob, the two teams coming out and practicing some. When you see Anton step out, you wait to see if he looks over to where you are and when he does, you smile wide, and wave. He waves back with a smile, and you donât notice it fall into a scowl when you look at Jacob as he says something about the music playing over the loudspeaker making you laugh. You also donât feel him glaring at the guy next to you, nor do you see him roll his eyes before getting out onto the field. Right before the game starts, the other guy heads up to get food and he offers to get you some, so you tell him just to get you a soft pretzel or something.
âHey.â You look down toward the field, seeing Anton leaning against the barricade, probably standing on some ledge or something, but heâs still tall enough to allow him to fold his arms on the edge and put his chin on his arms.
âHey! You nervous?â You lean forward so itâs easier to hear each other over the loud music. He shrugs. You can tell by his face that heâs clearly not all that happy, but you canât tell if itâs nerves or what.
âYou okay?â
âYeah.â His tone is terse, and you wonder if heâs upset about something, but donât even wonder if it could be at you. Why would he be?
âHere comes the bitch brigadeâŚâ You mumble, seeing the cheerleaders heading out onto the field. He huffs a soft laugh, but it doesnât reach his face.
âYouâre still pissed at the whole team?â
âI wouldnât be if the whole team didnât bitch about me just because youâre my friend.â
âYeah, well, donât be a bitch of a friend, then.â He snaps and storms off, heading back to the rest of the team. You flinch back at the harsh statement, wondering what the hellâs gotten into him. You then realize he must be upset at you, but you canât think of even a fleck of what you couldâve done.
âEarth to (Y/N).â Jacobâs voice brings you back to reality and you take the pretzel he hands you.
âThanksâŚâ
âYou good?â
âYeah. Thanks.â
Soon, the game starts, and you manage to forget for the moment that Anton, your best friend ever, was pretty obviously pissed at you. When thereâs a longer intermission between the fourth and fifth innings, you get up to find the restroom. Of course, thereâs a long line out of the girlsâ and so you lean against the wall to wait.
âDid you see number 17 on the other team?â
âOh, yeah, Lee, right?â
âWhen the camera for the big screen zoomed in on him, I almost fainted.â
âHeâs so fucking hot.â
You roll your eyes as you hear a trio of girls talking, waiting in the line in front of you. Theyâre clearly fans or classmen of the other team based on what theyâre wearing⌠As if you didnât have enough rabid girls to deal with from your own school.
âHey, youâre here for the other school, yeah?â One of the girls catches your attention and you look up to see the three of them are looking at you. You try to casually cross your arms to hide the 17 you have on the front of the shirt youâre wearing. Antonâs bigger than you, enough so that youâre wearing his spare uniform shirt like a dress with a ribbon-belt you braided of the schoolâs colors around your waist.
âUhâŚyeah.â If it was a professional game, youâd be less worried, plenty of fans wear merch shirts at games, but neither school offers those types of shirts. They either donât notice or donât know how to read, because they donât mention it.
âDo you know Lee then?â
âYeahâŚâ
âWhat was his first name, Anthony?â
âNah, just Anton.â
âSo, you do?â
âUhâŚsomething like that, yeah.â
âIs he single?â That question feels like a shiv in the gut, and you try to hide your wince. Why are you so upset? Heâs just your friend⌠You have no right to be jealous.
âNo idea.â You shrug. Before you can even get to the point in line you can get into the bathroom, you leave the line and head back to the stands. You sit back down right before the game starts back up again and you manage to hide that youâre upset so Jacob doesnât notice. You two crack jokes through the whole game and you even ask if his girlfriend would mind him talking to you.
âNah, sheâs never been the jealous type. Sheâs pretty good at telling if a girl is actually flirting or not, too.â
Once again, you forget about your own upset as the game continues, your schoolâs team absolutely destroying the other team. When Antonâs team wins, itâs not even close and the people there for your school flood the field in cheers as confetti and other such things are launched and shot into the air. You decide to head down as well and see if you can find Anton and congratulate him first. As you weave through the crowd, wincing at the overwhelming smell of beer, you finally reach a break in the crowd. Looking around to try and see him, you catch a flash of a cheerleader in her uniform. Gently shoving people out of the way to see her better, guessing her and her gaggle are trying to find their âprinceâ, you freeze. Anton was there for sure, but with just one cheerleader, and sheâs way too close. LikeâŚclose. Yeah, the crowd is dense, but there is still no reason for-
âYou looked so good out there~â
âDid I?â The tone in his voice is what youâre used to him sounding like around the fangirls; bored. When he turns and catches sight of you, you smile, ready to head closer, but you halt again. He sees you, smirks, then looks back at the girl.
âSo did you~â His voice immediately dropped to a flirty tone, and it pierces you, not just in the heart, but in the spirit. He steps even closer to her, you didnât think it possible, and leans down. She giggles, flirtatiously, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and your heart falls. While immediately you feel heartbroken, you then get horribly jealous. Antonâs eyes meet yours again, making you jerk in a flinch, and he leans down and kisses-
Your entire body freezes when he kisses her, and itâs obvious itâs more tongue than anything. You see red and you turn to storm off, shoving people hard out of the way, but luckily your small stature doesnât really do any damage. Getting off the field you head into the lower hall of the stadium and get to a private bathroom. You let the heavy door slam close, and you lock the door. Huffing, you lean against the sink counter, staring down into the basin, then up into the mirror. Your face is red and blotchy, eyes even a bit bloodshot and even looking at yourself, you canât tell if youâre more angry or hurt. Heâs definitely upset with you, but why the actual fuck did he decide to tongue-fuck that girlâs mouth just because he saw you? Was he getting back at you? But for what-
âDamn it!â You realize, slamming your hand down onto the counter. He saw you with Jacob⌠But, even if that made him jealous, why would sucking face with a member of the bitch brigade equate to you cracking jokes with a guy?
âThat stupid fucker-â You scoff, leaving the bathroom and storming down the hall, not even thinking to actually use the restroom. Because you have the fancy little pass that got you the fancy little seat in the fancy little section for the friends and family of the team, they let you into the lower hall that leads to the locker rooms. Many parents and other family members are lingering around to wait for and/or are talking to other members of the team. Realizing it would be a very poor decision to go into the locker room, even if thatâs what you want to do, you wait right by the door. Crossing your arms, tapping your foot, you donât even know if heâs in there yet and so you keep looking down the hall as more players start to flow in. Finally, you see him, alone, joking around with two other team members. For a brief, fleeting moment, your ire dissipates, seeing your favorite smile on his face, clearly happy that the team won. When he sees you, his eyes harden to match yours and the air gets icy. His teammates look between the two of you then scurry into the locker room.
âShe taste good?â You sneer and he scoffs.
âWhat?â
âI know you only did that because you saw me there. What the actual fuck?â
âDonât be a hypocrite, (Y/N).â
âWhat?â
âYou were slutting it up with Dylanâs brother.â
âNo, I wasnât! He has a girlfriend, first of all. Second of all, we were just dicking around; joking.â
âUh-huh.â
âWhat right do you have to get upset anyway? Weâre friends, just friends.â
âThen why are you so pissed if I did kiss that girl?â You canât answer, because heâs right. So, you decide to be honest.
âI am jealous.â He clearly isnât expecting you to straight out admit it, because he gapes at you for a few seconds, then his gaze hardens again.
âThen you know how I felt.â
âWait- You kissed Miss Bitch because you were jealous that I was platonically joking with a guy?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs- Thatâs fucked. How is that equal? I was talking and so you decide to tongue-fuck her mouth in retaliation?â Your words seem to resonate with him because the anger on his face falls. Itâs very obviously not close to being the same, and itâs not even just a step up. You scoff, resting your hand on your forehead, just soft enough to not be a full-on slap.
âOhâŚmy god⌠You-â You release a shaky breath, tears pricking in your eyes and you still canât tell what the emotion behind it is.
âAnton~!â You both flinch at the annoyingly familiar voice. You snort a dry laugh.
âOh, here she comes, Miss Bitch. Well, have fun getting herpes or whatever.â You turn to leave, going to pull your satchel off your shoulder to get your phone and call an Uber, definitely not wanting to wait and go back to the hotel with Anton.
â(Y/N), wait!â He calls and you keep going, flipping him off.
âDamn it, (Y/N), wait a fucking second-â His much longer legs allow him to catch up and he grabs your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but secure enough you know you canât pull away. He turns you back to face him and the hurt on both of your faces is clear to the other.
âWhatâŚwhat room are you staying in?â He finally manages to get out.
âWhy do you-â
âI need to deal with winning shit first, but then weâre dealing with this. I wonât even give that girl a second look, and donât you dare do anything between here and the hotel.â
âWhy should I listen to you?â He pauses, not sure how to answer. You wait.
âPlease.â He asks softly and it pierces through you, popping your balloon of anger and you deflate, sighing.
âFine. Room 127.â Anton lets you go, and you watch as he turns and heads straight into the locker room, up-right ignoring the cheerleader. When she notices this, she scoffs, looking at you, clearly blaming you. As she should, and youâre glad she does. You raise a brow, giving her a condescending look, then turn around and head back down the hall. Sending a text to your friends, you let them know youâre heading to the hotel first, claiming to have a headache and they let you know theyâre going to some after party. Like you agreed with Anton to do, you head straight back, not even stopping at a convenience store to get a snack.
~
After you get back to the hotel you just stand in the middle of the room for a good ten minutes, staring at a random spot on the carpet. You really didnât want to have to deal with your turbulent emotions any day, but especially not now. The implication of their mere presence is enough to knock you off your feet. You know deep down why youâre jealous, but actually verbalizing it, even in your own head voice, is too much. Finally, deciding not to loiter in your own hotel room, you turn to head to the restroom since you never actually got the chance to go. After, you stare at your still somewhat blotchy face in the mirror, then sigh. The number 17 in big bold letters on the shirt youâre wearing is like a splinter in your eye. You aggressively undo the belt holding it around your waist and yeet the belt into the room, though it barely goes anywhere since itâs basically a ribbon. With a grunt and way more effort than it really should take, you remove the shirt-dress and drop it on the bathroom floor. Starting at yourself in the mirror again, just in a plain nude bra and a pair of purple boy-shorts undies, you feel horribly inadequate. You bet when that stupid cheerleader takes her uniform off, she has some frilly set on⌠Probably a sports bra, actually, but it makes you wonder if she even looks better in that than you do right now. She was a good four or five inches taller tooâŚ
You startle when thereâs a knock on the door and you huff, looking around before realizing the fastest thing to put on would be the shirt. Grabbing it you go to the door and look through the peephole, and itâs not Anton, but a hotel employee.
âUh, hold on!â You hurry to put the shirt back on and it looks significantly more suggestive without the belt somehow, like you were wearing your boyfriendâs-
âUh, yeah?â You open the door just enough to peak your head out and the bellhop smiles.
âAre you (Y/N)?â
âYesâŚâ
âWe were told to deliver this bouquet if the SM team won the championship?â Heâs holding the bouquet of flowers you had ordered way ahead of time, if need be, of course.
âOh, right, thanksâŚâ You open the door enough to take it from him and he nods a bow and then leaves. Sighing you head back into the room, the bouquet dangling in your hold as your arms drop. Looking down at the flowers -the same colors of your school- you take a few deep breaths. Setting the flowers on the dresser, thatâs also the stand for the TV, you look again at your reflection, though itâs much less clear in the black screen than the bathroom mirror.
Thereâs another knock and you think that for sure itâs Anton, so you take a few breaths to psyche yourself up and go to the door. But, when you open it, it is in fact not Anton, but another hotel employee.
âWe received a call to have this delivered to your room, Miss Hwang.â The concierge smiles and you take the box from her. She bows softly and then leaves. You head back into your room, brow furrowed, looking over the white box with a ribbon glued to it. Setting it down, you lift up the lid and inside is a box of chocolates with a little note. You take the note and read it, and all itâs says is âSorryâ with Antonâs name. You huff a small laugh, corner of your mouth tilting up a bit.
You arenât sure when heâll show up, who knows what kind of celebration stuff he had to do, however⌠Four hours is very much too long and very much not okay. If he was going to be so particular about you going straight to the hotel, why the hell was he taking for-fucking-ever?
As you watch some random episode of Friends on the TV, the empty box of chocolates on the floor next to you, you brood. After waiting about an hour and a half, you take your bra off, not wanting to deal with it any longer. Youâre sitting against the headboard, arms crossed, ankle crossed over the other, legs slightly rocking side to side. ThenâŚthereâs a knock, finally. Your anger flares white-hot again and you nearly throw yourself off the bed and storm to the door. Looking through the peephole, you see Anton standing there, looking a bit nervous. Heâs in normal clothes and has his duffle slung over his shoulder.
Purposefully being loud while you unlock the chain and the dead bolt on the door, you throw the door open, glaring up at him.
âGet in here ass-munch.â
âExcuse me?â But he does so anyway. You let the door close, not caring if it was two in the morning, and that there are in fact other people at the hotel.
âFour hours? Really?â
âI didnât know it would be so long-â
âYou get herpes?â
âWhat?â
âYou were with Miss Bitch, yeah?â
Anton sighs, dropping his duffle and closes his eyes, rubbing over his forehead.
âNo. I had to deal with the after-party. I told you that.â
âNo, you said youâd deal with âwinning shitâ and then be here. I was expecting at the most an hour after I left the stadium. Was the âsorryâ for bailing on me or for being a dick?â I grab the box of chocolates off the floor and chuck the empty container at him. He catches it, rolling his eyes and sets it on the table.
âYouâre still pissed?â You scoff, huffing in utter disbelief.
âI wasnât. Now Iâm pissed for a different reason! Because, gee, I donât know, you lied?â
âI did not lie.â He takes a step closer, anger coming back to his normally sweet face.
âThen why couldnât you have texted me at least?â He doesnât answer, licking his lips. Whether he didnât think of that, or you caught him, you arenât sure.
âGet out.â
âWhat-â
âGet. Out.â
âDamn it, (Y/N), justâŚtake a fucking breath-â
âYou douche!â You surge forward swatting at him, then you shove him, your nearly-a-foot-shorter body not doing very much damage.
âHey-!â He tries to grab your wrists to stop your wild swatting but youâre faster than he expected.
âI wasnât with her!â
âProve it!â He scoffs, wondering how the hell heâd do that.
âWas she any good?â
âI told you I wasnât-â
âShe suck you off?â
âWhat?â
âI bet sheâs good at it, yeah?â
â(Y/N)-â
âProbably to âcongratulateâ you right?â
âWould you just-â
âDid you do a little quickie in the bathroom, or did you fool around at the party?â
â(Y/N)-â
âYou gonna ask her out officially?â
âDamn it, just shut the fuck up for two seconds!â You flinch back at his outburst, startled that he would be that harsh with you. Antonâs breathing a bit hard, trying to calm down.
âI was not with her. I swear to God.â
You donât say anything.
âFirst, I had to deal with the locker-room crap and the whole speech from the coach. Then we all went to shower, but by then the hot water had run out somehow and so they had us go to a different locker room, but I had to wait my turn. Then when we went to get on the bus, the tires were slashed. Probably the other team or something. So, they had to get a different bus and by the time it arrived, it was already over two hours later. I made a token appearance at the after-party and then bailed. But I obviously had no way to get to the hotel, and every ride-share and taxi in town was booked to all hell so I had to walk. I came straight here after; I swear to God.â
âThen why didnât you text me?â He still doesnât answer the question.
âAnton.â
âI was worried what the guys would say if they saw I did.â He finally admits.
âSo, you care more about what your baseball-buddies might say if you text your best friend, but you donât think for a second to care about what your best friend would think?â
âYou didnât text me.â He tries to counter. You scoff.
âI did.â You cross your arms and his face falls, and he digs in his pocket for his phone. After a few taps, a flashing battery appears on the screen. Dead.
âOhâŚâ
âYouâdâve known it was dead if you tried to text me.â You sigh, grabbing the flowers you had delivered and hand them to him limply.
âHere, congrats on winning. Now get out.â
âWhat?â Anton reaches for the flowers, but hesitates.
âGet out. I really want to be alone.â
âYouâre still mad?â
âYes, Iâm still mad!â You step closer, hitting him with the flowers, then again. Again-
âDamn it, (Y/N), knock it off!â
âDo you know how scared I was that you were mad at me!? But it was for something so- fucking- stupid-!â You continue to swing the flowers, some of the stems breaking, leaves and a few petals falling onto the floor. He finally grabs the bouquet and yanks it out of your hands and tosses them somewhere else. Since your weaponâs been confiscated, your resort to smacking and punching his chest.
â(Y/N)- (Y/N)-â He tries to grab onto your flailing hands to stop you but youâre relentless, angry tears welling in your eyes.
âYou stupid- douche- how dare you- youâre the worst-â
âStop for fuckâs sake!â He finally manages to grab your wrists and pins them to the wall, caging you in against it. You wiggle in his hold, trying to break free.
âWhy are you so damn big?!â You finally stop, breathing hard, body shaking a bit and you glare up at him.
âYou and youâre stupid gorgeous face-â You huff, and you can tell heâs gritting his teeth. His grip on your wrists tightens a bit.
âCan you please let me speak-â
âI canât believe I like you, you stupid bastard, youâre just a huge fucking jerk-â
â(Y/N)!â Anton nearly growls, louder than he normally is and it startles you quiet. You both look at each other, breathing a bit heavy, and as if you have the same thoughtâŚ
You moan a desperate whine when his lips slam into yours, arms going slack. His hand leaves one of your wrists so it can go under your jaw, tilting your head to the right angle and he deepens the kiss. Your tongue meets his in a messy dance, little whimpers leaving your mouth as drool slips down your chin. The hand at your jaw moves to weave into your hair, tugging a bit harshly at the strands. The slight sting forces a moan out of you, and he groans in return, sucking on your tongue. Your head begins to swim, heart racing, leading you to need more air but heâs stealing it at the same time. You heave for air, panting when he finally pulls back, lips still hovering over yours. Both of you breathe harshly, your breaths mingling and you just stare at his lips as he looks at the floor. You can tell heâs trying to calm down, and you arenât sure if itâs his anger or lust heâs trying to quell.
âI needâŚto calm down I donât want⌠want to do anything-â Antonâs clearly fighting some kind of internal battle but you donât care.
âJust fuck me you pretty bastard.â You snap, still very annoyed, and if he doesnât, youâll get pissed again. When his eyes go back to yours, you feel a bit of the anger fizzle out, the fire transferring straight to your core, your walls clenching around nothing. Youâve never seen such an intense look from him and it kind of scares you a bit, but in the best possible way. Before you can think of the consequences-
âIf you donât, Iâll go find someone else-â Anton nearly growls at that, grabbing you, lifting you, and literally tossing you onto the bed. You land with an oof on your stomach, and you donât get the chance to roll over before his hands are on your hips, hauling you to the edge of the bed. You squeak when he shoves the shirt, his shirt, up higher, revealing just your panties on underneath. You hear a light thud as he falls to his knees and you gasp loudly, body flinching as he shoves his face against your covered cunt.
âA-Anton-!â You nearly squeak as he breathes in the scent of your arousal, his tongue swiping over your pussy through the fabric of your panties, wetting the rapidly soaking material even more.
âFuck, you taste goodâŚâ He mutters, fingers going to the waistband. With a rough yank, he tears them at the seams to get them off, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin. The slight sting just fuels the fire in your guts heâs rapidly stoking.
âGod~!â You gasp, fingers burying into the bedding for some kind of leverage as he mouths at your pussy, tongue swiping through your soaked folds, around your clit and then into your core. Anton groans obscenely as he devours you, fingers tight at the back of your thighs, very likely leaving bruises. But you donât care, quite the opposite actually. Your orgasm is approaching at the speed of light, and your mind canât keep up with your body.
âAnton~!â You canât form the words to warn him, but he can feel your gummy walls clenching around his tongue and he works your through your orgasm and you cum on his tongue. But he doesnât stop. Your lower half catches on fire from the continued stimulation but even if he knew the overstimulation stung, he probably wouldnât stop. And you donât want him to.
âFuck~!â You gasp, breath leaving you as he suddenly sucks on your clit, shoving two fingers into your cunt. They curl expertly down against your weak spot and your vision spots.
âYou taste so good, (Y/N), God I could do this all nightâŚâ He mumbles, his voice practically rumbling. Another squeak is forced out of you when he easily manhandles you to flip you onto your back, his arms wrap around your thighs, forcing your legs over his shoulders and heâs back on you. His face and your inner thighs are a mess, but you can barely get the air to breathe, let alone say anything. He sucks and licks at your clit, his long fingers spreading you open, pounding at the rough spot of your back wall, making your thighs and tummy twitch.
âA-Anton-!â You gasp, feeling a familiar but rare feeling rising.
âCum for me, pretty.â He mutters and it sets you off. Your cunt makes a mess, of the bed, your thighs, his face, spurts of your release that he doesnât catch with his tongue. You wince as his tongue swipes over your clit again, stinging. You catch your breath as he cleans your inner thighs off with his tongue. Getting the strength to move again, you prop yourself up on your elbows to see him still kneeling there, wiping his face off, then sucking your wet off his fingers.
âA-Anton-â You blush hard, despite what he just did, the vulgarity of what he was doing and the groans he let out mortified you. When his eyes meet yours again, you feel all of the annoyance leave you and it gets replaced with desire. You obviously know how attractive he is, you have eyes, but in this moment, heâs the hottest guy youâve ever seen. Almost as if time slows down, your mind goes blank as he finally takes his shirt off, his hands going to his belt to get his pants off too. Sure, youâve seen him plenty of times shirtless, since he is a swimmer, but itâs different. In this moment, after what he just did to you and the promise of what else is to come, your mouth waters. He gets his belt off, making sure your eyes have moved to his hands as he undoes the button of his jeans.
âWanna taste?â He asks lowly, his tone deep with lust, something youâve never heard from him. You nod rapidly. He smirks. As he drops his pants, you scramble off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of him, eyeing the bulge in his boxers as if you were a puppy hungry for a treat. Enthralled, you watch as he hooks his thumbs in the waist band of his underwear, and pulls them off, his hard cock bouncing in the air. Your face falls in a gape, eyes widening.
âWhy are you so damn bigâŚ?â You mutter, wiggling your jaw a bit at the thought it was going to hurt.
âEither use that pretty mouth or get on the bed.â You look up at him with big eyes, his own were nearly black, the intense expression is something youâve never seen on him. It makes your pussy clench. Swallowing hard, you lick your lips and carefully wrap your hand around the base of his cock, fingers not even able to touch. Anton watches with a hooded gaze as you lean in and kiss the head of his cock. Swirling your tongue over the tip, you catch a taste of his pre, and you moan softly, vibrating your lips around him. He grunts and you start to take him into your mouth, sucking and forcing yourself to make more saliva.
âFuck, (Y/N)~â He groans, fingers weaving into your hair as you take him deeper, drool already dripping down your chin. You bring your other hand up to cover the rest of his cock as he hits the back of your throat and your heart races as you come to terms with the fact heâs hung like a damn horse. You can feel your pulse in your cunt as bob your head, moving your hands to slick over the rest of him and his breathing picks up, fingers pulling at your hair gently. He opens his eyes as he hears you take in a big breath, and one of your hands falls as you take him deeper, gagging slightly as the head starts down your throat.
âOh, fuck, pretty girl~â He sighs in bliss, grinning as he throws his head back with a nearly orgasmic groan. Your cunt pulses again and you continue to bob your head, partially burying his fat cock down your throat each time. You get just a bit deeper each time till your lips reach your hand. You swallow over and over to try and fight gagging, but still do every once in a while. And you keep doing it, because the groan he lets out each time your throat flutters around his cock makes the discomfort worth it. Breathing harshly through your nose, your face and hands, and his cock, are coated in a sheen of your saliva and his pre, a drop of the mix falling to the floor every so often.
âShit, (Y/N)-â He grunts, fingers tightening at your hair. His head flops down to watch you suck him like he was candy, chin touching his chest. Your eyes glance up at him and thatâs all he needs. You feel his cock twitch a few times before he cums down your throat. You pull him out just enough so you can breathe, swallowing down the hot spurts with soft moans to help him ride it out. After heâs finally finished, still half-hard, you pull back and look up at him panting, mouth open for him to see youâve swallowed it all.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, more what youâre used to, and you shake your head, but your smirk prevents him from worrying.
âNo~ I need more.â He smirks back and grabs your arm, hauling you up and tossing you on the bed, he crawls over you, looking down at you still in his spare uniform shirt. Your face is a mess and it even ran down your throat a bit.
âHm⌠As much as I love you in this shirt, Iâm taking it off, because Iâm not sure how to clean it if we get it messy~â He grins, the same soft playful look youâre used to from him. You smile back, no longer mad either. You both get the shirt off, leaving you bare under him and his big hand gently runs over your tummy, making you shiver.
âYouâre so pretty~â He huffs a soft laugh, and you blush softly.
âYeah?â
âYeah~â Anton looks back up at your face. Gently, he takes the edge of the sheet on the bed and wipes off your face. The dramatic shift back to his sweet self youâre so used to nearly takes your breath away.
âIâm sorry I kissed that girl⌠And Iâm sorry I got jealous because⌠Iâm sorry, I had no right to get so upset you were just talking to another guyâŚâ
âAnd Iâm sorry I yelled at youâŚand hit you with flowersâŚâ He huffs a laugh at that, then cups your cheek and jaw in his hand, thumb running over your cheek.
âI love youâŚâ He whispers and your eyes widen a bit, but then your face softens, and you smile back.
âI love you too.â His eyes meet yours and you watch in real time as they darken with lust again and he kisses you hard, tongue already in your mouth as your fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer. He grabs your hips, hands smoothing down your legs, so he can lead you to wrap them around his waist. You do, gasping into the kiss as he grinds his hard cock against your bare pussy, and he groans. As he pulls back from the kiss, a trail of saliva connects your lips, and he grabs your hands. He weaves his fingers through yours and holds your hands up by your head, looking down as he shifts his hips, so the head of his dick is pressing at your entrance.
âOh, wait, do we need a-â
âDo you even have one?â
ââŚno.â
âIâm on the pill.â
âSo⌠I canâŚ?â
âAnton, please, just fuck me-â Your words are cut off by a harsh gasp, your lungs forcing the air out of you as he starts to press in. Antonâs cock carves a hot path into you, feeling like heâs searing your cunt as he enters, but in the best possible way.
âFuck, youâre tightâŚâ He breathes harshly too, trying to hold back and not just start to rail you, because he knows heâs big, and knows you have to get used to him. Luckily, earlier, he had fucked you open with his fingers, but youâre still small, especially compared to him.
âFuck- fuck- fuck-â You breathe a bit too fast, eyes watering. It stings, burns, itâs good, but itâs a lot.
âBreathe, baby, breatheâŚâ He coaches, kissing gently over your face, at the corners of your eyes to kiss away the tears.
âY-youâre a⌠damn horseâŚâ You gasp out and he canât help but huff a laugh, knowing you couldnât be in too much distress if you were still joking around.
âMaybe youâre just small?â Anton hums, pressing his forehead to yours. He looks down, grunting softly, seeing your slick folds stretched to accommodate his girth, his cock not even all of the way in when he hits your back wall. Heâs nearly entranced as he watches your cunt struggle to fit him inside, the feel of your gummy walls twitching around him is addicting.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted thisâŚâ He mutters, eyes tracing over what heâs pretty sure is a bulge on your stomach under your belly button.
âT-to split me in halfâŚ?â You huff a strained laugh.
âTo make you mineâŚâ His sincerity makes you whimper softly, and he hums as your pussy clenches him tighter.
âTell me when youâre ready, pretty girl.â
âGo.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â He pulls out just an inch, and itâs like heâs sucking the air out of you, your soaked pussy making obscene noises and he grins.
âYouâre so wet~â
âA-Anton, just-â Your whole body twitches, hips jumping as he thrusts back in, a very shallow but hard thrust. He buries his fat cock all the way inside you then, and he knows for sure your stomach is bulging then, able to see it much clearer.
âYouâre so tiny, pretty~â He huffs a laugh, wrapping his arm around your leg. He moves it from his waist and up over his elbow, changing the angle and he thrusts again. Your back arches, the one hand still in his gripping it harder, the other white knuckling the sheets.
âCan you handle it?â
âY-Yes.â
âYou sure?â
âAnton, just fuck me.â So he does. He pulls out a little less than halfway, then back in with a sharp snap of his hips and you immediately feel your orgasm approach. He can feel your walls spasm, remembering the flutter from when you came around his tongue and so he picks up the pace. He barrels through your orgasm, and your eyes spark with tears from the intensity, mouth hanging open, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth.
âAnton~!â Your scream is nearly a squeal and your breath heaves as you cum hard, cunt squirting all over his groin this time and he nearly rumbles a groan.
âOh, baby girl, so good for me~â He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses over your skin, sucking and licking every so often. Your mind goes blank when he hitches your other leg over his elbow and picks the pace up, barreling his dick against your back wall. The sloppy sound of your slick cunt squelching and the slapping of skin, mixed with your squeaks and his grunts leave nothing to the imagination if anyone were to walk past the hotel room. Luckily it was past three in the morning, but if anyone was in the room next door, they probably could hear the bed frame knocking against the wall. Your noises start to get louder, especially as you get closer to cumming again, so he swallows your noises in a kiss. The taste and feel of his tongue on yours sends you over the edge again, and he groans at the vice of your wet core. You feel his cock twitch between waves of your orgasm, and he nearly whines as he paints your insides white, a mix of your releases spurting out from around where heâs splitting you open. Anton pulls back from the kiss so you can both catch your breaths, and he grins, pressing his forehead to yours.
âGod, I love you so fucking muchâŚâ He mumbles and you hum softly, sleepy and satisfied.
âAnd I loved your fucking so much~â You smirk, and he pulls back to look at you with a slightly exasperated look.
Hello~ I have been meaning to write more and post more than I have lately. I did come back from a long hiatus, and I am staying back, but I might not be very regular with uploads. I have a physical disability that causes a lot of issues, the most annoying though is migraine. I also am Autistic, so if I don't really really want to write, or I force myself, makes me not want to do it, or makes it suck (imo).
In case you missed it, I had done a poll a few weeks ago about using Character AI to kind of write stories, but mostly just show of RPs I did and then write smut for said RPs since that platform doesn't let smut happen. I also said I was going to do it after the poll results, but I deleted both posts because I decided not to do it.
The reason I had wanted to is I felt bad for not posting very often and I wanted to post more, and thought that I could go about that way to get more out. But, I realized that for those of you who really appreciate my writing, you'll be willing to wait for stuff that is 100% me. I know this because that's how I am.
So I want to say thank you to everyone who follows me and has supported me, it means the world. So please, continue to be patient with me and I will post when I can. I do plan on finishing my Historical AU! for Stray Kids, my Sci-Fi AU! for Seventeen and my Hybrid Series for ATEEZ, but it might be slow.
Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronounces Used, Pet Names (Puppy), Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Degradation, BDSM elements, Breeding Kink (Kinda), Swearing, Spit, Breathplay, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-fucking, Rough, Spanking, Cockbulge (oops), Hard Dom! Mingyu, Unprotected Sex (Don't), Mingyu calls the reader some not nice things but it's a kink so she's okay with it
Author's Note: The plot of this didn't go exactly as I originally planned, but no one's here for plot anyway... This also doesn't have a ton of sci-fi elements, not like the others, but once again, not here for substance, just smut
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Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling
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âAh!? Nonononono-â You shriek when your rover lets out a loud clunk, followed by several more clangs, a rattle, then it starts to slow. You startle when the tire then blows, the entire back right of the vehicle nearly collapsing and you fall out of your seat, landing against the passenger door with an âoofâ. You wait until the rover completely stops and even longer for it to stop making noise. When you realize the small creaks will continue, you manage to haul yourself up, reaching for your bag that got snagged on the pedal under the steering wheel.
âFuck!â You fall back against the glass with a sharp hiss when the rover suddenly tips on its side, a puff of black smoke releasing from the front of the rover. You lay on the door of your rover, regretting your life decisions, wondering why the hell you thought it would be okay to go through an area that clearly had sand worms. Not only did it spit hot acid at the hull of your rover, the acid soaked into the sand had eaten through the thick rubber of the tires. The inside was getting hot fast, because obviously the air conditioning was off if the whole rover was. With a grunt, you get up and crawl up to the back of your rover to get your duffle bag and you throw the back door open, tossing your bags out, then crawl out and land on the sand with a grunt. You stand looking up at the sky for a good two or three minutesâŚitâs cloudy. Before you can even sigh at your bad luck, the sky roars with thunder and a downpour starts, the hot sky-water soaking through your thin clothes fast.
âYou have GOT to be fucking kidding me!â You shout at the sky, and it replies with another loud crack of thunder right as lightning streaks across the sky. Looking around, youâre in the middle of nowhere, miles from even the nearest oasis, let alone a town. You decide itâs better to walk in the rain in the desert than when it was dry and sunny, but you also know the sand could quickly get dangerous, so you have to get to the road fast to avoid any quicksand. Hauling your bag up onto your back, the rain soaking into the burlap makes it even heavier as it soaks everything inside. Because of course, why would a bag meant for desert travel be waterproof? You manage to get back to the road without sinking down into the sandy pits of hell and you debate on whether you should head back to the town you were last in, or go the other direction and just hope you find somewhere. You would use your holo-tracker, but you had broken it a few days priorâŚWell you didnât break it, you were savagely attacked by a sand mouse who wanted to steal your lunch and when it jumped at you again, you yeeted the device at it to scare it away and it smashed right into a rock.
You walk for nearly an hour before you see any signs of civilization and itâs only a sign telling you it was going to be another good 40 minutes before you got to anything. You and youâre things are soaked, and it doesnât look like the rain will stop anytime soon, but then - of course - it wouldnât for another good three months⌠Adjusting your bag once again, you continue down the road, getting more and more tired. When you finally see something in the distance, you arenât for sure what it is, maybe another rover? An oasis? No, itâs in the middle of road⌠You stop dead in your tracks, eyes narrowing, trying to make it out, not sure if your vision was blurry from exhaustion or the water dripping off your eyelashes. Before you can figure it out, thunder strikes again, and you see a flash of light before you black out.
~
When you wake up, you can still hear the rain, but itâs splattering onto a thatched roof as well as the sand. Grunting, you sit up, feeling very sore, most likely from your rover tipping over in protest of you trying to drive it. You were lying on a wicker cot, and you look around, trying to figure out where you were. You see an oasis out the archway entrance of the little hut youâre in, but thereâs none of the tell-tale markers of an oasis outpost. Standing with a groan, you turn to look around, seeing youâre in a sunroom of sorts, another doorway covered with a curtain leading further in. Someone obviously found you, and you hope itâs a really hot guy rather than some sweet old lady-
âOh, youâre awake.â Your rescuer had pulled the curtain back to stand in the doorway. Hot guy. Very hot guy. Hottest guy youâve ever seen-
âU-uhâŚyeah.â You canât help but gape at him. He was almost as tall as the doorway and built in the best possible way. His face is devastatingly handsome, but his slightly concerned face reminds you more of a puppy than anything.
âYouâre lucky I came when I did, you just flopped down onto the road.â He comes over to you, looking over you to see if there was anything visibly wrong.
âUmâŚh-how long was I out?â
âAbout 32 hours.â
âWHAT?!â He smiles softly, trying to be reassuring.
âWell, I would imagine anyone who gets that close to getting struck by lightning would be out for a while.â
âI-IâŚI got struck by lightning?â
âNo! No, you just got really, really close⌠Iâm Mingyu.â He scrambles to pull the pendant on his necklace up out of his black tank top, showing an upside-down triangle thatâs vaguely familiar.
âIâm a Ranger, I-I promise I donât have any weird motives.â You honestly wouldnât care if he did, because youâre starting to get some unsavory motivesâŚ
âOh, uh, (Y/N). Iâm a scavenger.â You didnât know a lot about the Rangers past that theyâre do-gooders and vigilantes who are known for helping those in need. It actually did make you feel better.
âWhat company?â
âIâm technically a freelancer; I work for the Assembly.â
âHow did you get out in the middle of the desert like that?â
âMy roverâŚfell apart.â
âSand worms?â
âYeahâŚâ You sigh, realizing not only were you without your rover, but it was also your transportation for work. You do have insurance, but you doubt it could get you a whole new one, and paying the difference would clean out your savings.
âWhere are you from?â
âMorgran Town.â
âIâm going past there when I leave in a few days, I can drop you off?â
âReally? IâŚYou donât mind me staying here till you can?â
âNot at all, I canât leave anyway. Neither of us can.â
âHuh?â
âApparently, itâs some kind of freak storm that only comes every 70 years or so. Planet-wide and as the rain keeps going, the sand gets dangerous, and it heats back up causing horrible lightning.â
âGreat.â
âWell, come on in and eat, you must be hungry.â He smiles and you wonder how someone so hot can be so cute. You follow behind him, feeling absolutely tiny and when you get further into his hut, you realize itâs much bigger than you first thought. And itâs pretty homey. You sit down at the dining table in the room you first enter and your stomach growls as you catch the scent of what he made. You arenât 100% sure what it is, some kind of rice dish with meat, egg and veggies, but at that point youâd eat just about anything. He huffs a small laugh as he watches you start to eat, clearly famished, and he sits down across from you to eat in a much more civilized manner.
âSo why do you live out here by yourself?â You ask him around your food, not thinking heâll mind your lack of manners. You know them, but using them is a different story.
âTechnically I donât. This is one of the several places us Rangers have spread out through the desert for any of us to use while we travel. We really only have on permanent base, but Hoshi has his own place. Jeonghan wonât let him keep his tiger inside.
âHe has a tiger? You know what, I donât wanna know. How may rangers are there?â
âHere on S.V.T thereâs thirteen.â
âSo what do you do?â
âIâm the mechanic, I fix things, and I also work with my partner to make machines and mechs and stuff.â
âWhy arenât you with your partner?â
âHeâs on some bounty and he told me Iâd just get in the wayâŚâ Mingyu pouts slightly and you canât help but melt further, he really is so freaking cute despite being massive. A big oleâ puppy dog.
âIâm not sure I can pay you backâŚI need all the money I have to get a new rover.â
âI donât need any money; itâs part of my duty to help.â
âAre you sure?â You low-key, high-key had hoped it would be the stereotypical erotica theme of âthen pay with your bodyâ but no, he just had to be genuinely sweet.
~
Because he was so kind in cooking and letting you stay, you insist on doing the dishes and you would offer to clean the hut as well, but it was already immaculate. The sun is starting to set, and he lights some lanterns when, suddenly, the storm gets even worse, the thunder and lightning intensifying.
âWe might have to go downstairsâŚâ He mutters.
âCouldnât that flood?â
âNormally, but itâs more of a bunker-â A bright flash of lightning closely followed by a sharp crack of thunder cuts him off and the wind speeds up, whistling through the hut.
âLetâs go down.â
âYeah, yes, yes please.â You grab your bags and follow him into the back hall, and he lifts a wooden panel from the floor and presses his hand against a reader of the sealed door and it hisses open, a metal staircase leading down. You follow him down and the automatic lights turn on as the door seals shut behind you and he leads you further in. The low ceiling of the tunnel forces him to lean forward slightly but you have no trouble, and once you get through another sealed door, the metal-walled bunker opens up into a very nice area. It resembles a studio-style apartment with only the bathroom being separate, and there is even a kitchen.
âWe sometimes use this area to house people that need help, mostly slaves that have gotten away.â
âAhâŚâ You look around, seeing there is only one bedâŚand not even a couch.
âUm⌠I can sleep in the armchair.â You offer and he smiles, shaking his head.
âNo need.â He goes over to the bed and taps a button with his foot, the bottom drawer sliding out with another mattress.
âOh. Iâll sleep on the floor.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. Thank you, Mingyu~â
âYouâre welcome.â
~
While the storm is muffled in the bunker, as it gets worse, you can start to hear it. Youâre awoken when a loud clatter triggers some kind of alarm. He startles awake as well, stumbling out of bed to go to the terminal. You take the chance to ogle him, he mustâve shed his shirt after you had fallen asleep because he was just in his pants. You could only see his back, but you were nearly salivating already. The alarm finally stops, and he turns the lights on dimly, continuing to look over the terminal, then he sighs.
âWhat?â
âThe hut isâŚgone.â
âGone? How?â
âItâsâŚon fire. Kinda. The rain is putting it out, but I think the metal of the bunker attracted the lightning, so the hut go struck.â
âOh.â
âWe might be in here for a bit.â
âYeah?â
âThereâs food down here.â He smiles and you sigh in relief.
âThoughâŚthe extranet antenna wasâŚon the roof.â
âSoâŚ?â
âNo entertainmentâŚNot the screen kind.â
âHmâŚâ You hum, looking around. Itâs evident neither of you will get back to sleep, plus itâs only a few hours from morning anyway. You glance back at him, and heâs turned around; your jaw literally drops seeing him.
âHoly fuckâŚâ You say, not quietly at all. He instantly blushes bright red, the tips of his ears the most red.
âS-sorry, Iâll put a shirt on-â
âNo! God, no! YouâreâŚfuck-â You get up off the bed and go over to him. He takes the chance to look over you as well, youâd shed your clothes to sleep as well, just in a breast-band and shorts since all of your other clothes were still in your bag, probably still soaked. You get close enough you can hear him swallow hard, and his blush is starting to seep down over his collar bone. You notice his hand reach out, then he hesitates, then pulls back. You take a step closer, looking up at him. Itâs then you notice very thin lines running all over his body, almost imperceptible.
âWhat are these?â You take the chance to touch him, running your index finger over the line, tracing the pattern over his chest. He lets out a shuddering breath, the muscle under your finger twitching a bit.
âUmâŚI have cybernetics.â
âYou do?â
âYeahâŚâ
âWhat for?â
âTheyâŚmake me stronger⌠and uhâŚâ
âAnd what~?â You take another step closer, your single finger tracing becoming all of your fingers.
âUmâŚbuild my staminaâŚâ
âSo you canâŚjust keep going~?â Your second hand joins and you step even closer, your warm breath on his skin from your proximity making his own hitch.
âI-I guess, yeahâŚâ You take a final step, so your chest presses against his upper stomach, the size difference making your core heat up alone. He canât help but gawk at just how small you look, and the look on your face-
âC-Can I?â He reaches for you again and you huff with a smirk.
âPlease~â Mingyu swallows again and his hand comes up, gently cupping your jaw in his hand, nearly covering the whole half of his face. The softness of the gesture takes you back a bit, and while itâs sweet, you donât want sweet. You want him to rail you into next week-
You gasp out of soft moan when his hand moves, going down to your neck, his thumb gently pressing against your windpipe and you see the soft, nervous look in his eyes harden into raw heat.
âYou think you can handle me?â His voice lowers further, and you swallow hard at the sudden shift in his demeanor. Mingyu acted a bit nervous and shy before, but itâs also obvious he knows how sexy he is, the effect he hasâŚ
âYou think your tiny cunt can handle my cock?â He presses closer to you, and you gasp, feeling his growing hard-on pressing against your stomach. Even without him being so much bigger, his cock was huge.
âI donât care if it canât-â Youâre cut off when he forces your head back with his hand under your chin, the slight pressure on your throat makes your head swim. You open your mouth a bit to get more air in, face going red, heart racing, cunt throbbing. You whimper when he spits down into your mouth and he smirks deviously as you eagerly swallow. You squeak when he shoves you down, your legs buckling till your kneeling, your face right in front of his hard cock straining against his pants. You watch with a dumb gawk on your face as his hands go to the fly of his pants and he shoves both them and his boxers off, his dick slapping against his stomach then bobs against your cheek and your eyes run over him, nearly salivating.
âO-ohâŚâ
âOpen.â His order brokers no argument and you eagerly do, tongue slightly out. His smirk grows and he grabs his cock at the base and places the angry head on your tongue. The taste of his skin makes your mouth water more and you whine as you suck the head into your mouth, your jaw slightly protesting. You swirl your tongue over the tip of his dick and your hands go to the floor to keep your balance. His strong fingers weave into your hair, tugging on it and you gag softly when he thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat suddenly. You barely have the time to suck air in harshly through your nose before his girth is down your throat, your nose pressing to his groin. You moan around his cock, the vibration making him groan.
âCanât believe I found myself such an eager little slut~â Mingyu chuckles, hips pulling back so you can suck in air then he fucks back down your throat, causing you to gag softly. You swallow over and over to get used to him, the restriction of your air just making your cunt soak faster, gummy walls clenching at the thought of his fat cock splitting you in half-
âYou like my cock that much? Youâre drooling like a fucking dog.â He huffs, his other hands going to your hair as well and you focus on breathing when you can as he fucks your face, your chin a mess of spit and pre.
âBet youâd like to be fucked like one too. Like a little bitch needing to get bred.â You canât help but moan at the thought, just the idea of him filling you with his hot cum sending burning heat down to your core.
âHowâd you like if I kept you, huh? My pretty little puppy, collar and all, ready to suck me off and take my cock whenever I want~?â He chuckles darkly and despite not knowing if he was being serious, his debauched statements just fuel the fire in your own body.
âBe a good puppy and take my cum, yeah~? Swallow it all~â He groans, burying his cock into your throat as far as he can and your eyes nearly roll back as he pumps his hot jizz down your gullet, your vision spotting from need of air, as well as the orgasm thudding through your needy cunt. You feel tears prick your eyes and down your cheeks at the overwhelming sensations and he pulls back so you can breathe, half his cock still in your mouth as it still spurts out ropes of cum. Mingyu finally pulls his cock out of your mouth, still half hard, messy with your spit and his cum, just like your face. You look up at him with a hazy, fucked out expression and he huffs a slightly condescending laugh. You gasp when he shoves his foot between your legs, pressing up against your cunt through your thin sleeping shorts, able to feel your wet through the fabric.
âYouâre a such a slut; did I seriously get you off cumming down your throat?â
âY-YesâŚâ You reply hoarsely and he scoffs.
âI bet you liked my cum, yeah?â You nod in reply.
âThen get on the bed, ass in the air, Iâll breed you, little bitch~â He grins as you scramble to do so, legs a little wobbly and climb onto the bed, then shove your face into the pillow, ass in the air. Neither of you care that your messy face is getting all over the pillowcase and you gasp when he kneels behind you, reaching forward and tears your breast band off. When he said that the cybernetics made him stronger, you werenât expecting him to rip leather. Youâre less surprised when your linen shorts that you wear as underwear are also torn off, but what you arenât expecting is the head of his cock already at your soaking cunt. Your breath leaves you and your body spasms in shock, cunt fluttering as he fucks his cock into you immediately, his girth lighting your gummy walls on fire at the sudden stretch.
âSafe word is âcactusâ.â He tells you and you nod. He at least lets you get somewhat used to him, the head of his cock pushing at your cervix, the sting burns but you canât help but love it. After only about 40 seconds, when he doesnât hear you say the word, he starts to fuck you. The air you had just caught back leaves you again and he leans over you, hands gripping the rungs of the headboard, the top banging against the wall in rhythm with his hips. Skin slaps through the room and he huffs a laugh at the mess youâve already made on his cock and groin, your wet dripping from your cunt as it struggles to take his cock.
âM-Mingyu-!â You gasp, your next orgasm coming startlingly fast. You immediately fall over the edge, clit burning, when he smacks your ass hard, you can feel the outline of his hand as it swiftly turns red on your skin.
âThe fuck you call me?â
âS-Sir, s-sorry-â
âNah, not that either.â He spanks the other cheek, and your fingers bury into the sheets, mind already starting to fade as all you can focus on is him rearranging your guts.
âM-Master-â
âGood girl~â He purrs, his hips stuttering slightly before heâs ballâs deep inside you, filling you with more of his hot cum. Your eyes nearly cross as the force of him painting your insides white, so much that it spills out of your pussy around where heâs inside you, your own release dripping down both your thighs as well. Your body goes limp, and his still hard cock slides out of you as your hips fall to the bed. You lay flat there for just a few seconds, brain trying to bring you back to reality, body twitching. You somewhat register him lifting your leg up to his hip, turning you partially onto your side before heâs back inside you, the new angle letting the fat head of his dick to pound at your weak spot over and over.
âFuck, master~!â You squeal, giggling deliriously, blushing even like youâre totally drunk on his cock.
âYou like being my sweet little slut, huh? Like when I fuck you like a bitch?â
âYes~!â You nearly start to babble in protest when his hips halt but heâs just rolling you onto your back, still buried inside you and then slings your knees over his elbows, folding you in half, his hand coming to grip your throat again. He squeezes just right, your head swimming, but able to breathe enough, and he huffs when your cunt tightens further and more of your release spurts out of your cunt and over both of you, his fat cock just barreling through it. The sharp sting of overstimulation crests, making tears spill over your cheeks and he groans at the sight, leaning down and licking up the tears on your face. The sharp burning crests and fades to pleasure again and he groans, his thrusts growing shallow, buried deep and just battering the tip of his cock against your back wall over and over. Mingyuâs hand leaves your throat, and you gasp as full airflow returns to you, then he shoves his thumb into your mouth, holding it open. He smirks as you reach up to grip at his wrist, but make no move to try and move him, nearly hugging his arm.
âSuch a good bitch, tongue out, panting for her master. If you had a tail, itâd be wagging, huh, puppy?â You nod with a whine, spit dripping from the corner of your mouth and he presses his thumb down on the back of your tongue. He pulls his hand back, moving your legs from over his elbows so he can instead sling them over his shoulders, your ankles by his ears. He leans back a bit, forcing your lower back to prop up and he shoves a pillow under you. He groans as he continues to fuck a mess of cum out of your cunt, watching as your lower stomach bulges, your tiny body struggling to accommodate him.
Mingyu keeps going for literal hours, fucking orgasm after orgasm from you, your cunt nearly numb, your head blank, the bed an absolute mess. He had only cum two other times, changing position over and over, bending you over the bed, holding you up over him to thrust up into you, up against the wall, even in the air. Right before he shoves his cock back into your abused hole for the nth time, you tap out.
âC-cactus-!â You gasp out and he immediately snaps out of it, pulling back. He gently rolls you over onto your back, his concerned face softening his dominant stupor immediately.
âOh, ohâŚpuppy, Iâm sorry, are you hurting?â
âS-soreâŚâ you heave out and he sighs, shaking his head.
âIâm so sorry, (Y/N), I got carried away-â You shake your head, humming softly.
âYouâre okay~ I justâŚcanât keep going⌠I donât think I can even walkâŚâ He huffs a soft laugh, looking over you at the mess of both of your fluids and the bruises his hands left on your hips.
âYou knowâŚâ
âHm?â
âYou kept calling be a bitch in heatâŚbut you fucked me like a dog too~â He blinks at you in a bit of shock, then he bursts out into laughter.
Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Even Less Plot, Sequel but just Filth
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Doll, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (its required), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Facefucking, Deepthroating, Spanks (two), Car(?) Sex, Table Sex, Hot Tub Sex, Anal, Double-Penetration (Surprise~!) Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's still got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)
Author's Note: So...I got this request. Anyway, this is a sequel to Oasis, which is S.Coups's part for my Seventeen Sci-Fi series, but you don't really need to read it first since the plot doesn't matter and there is even less plot here.
-> Part 1 <-
-> Hoshi's <-
-> Woozi's <-
-> Wonwoo's <-
-> Mingyu's <-
Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling
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âIâm not a piece of candy, doll.â Seungcheol huffs, looking down at you kneeling between his legs. His much fancier rover has enough leg room for him to drive comfortably while you sit on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock like itâs giving you life. You glance up at him with a bored look, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, then descend again. You have to use both hands to cover the rest of his length even when he hits the back of your throat, and you wish you were at a better angle that you could get him down your throat. Alas, you have to just suck what you can and youâre making more noise than him. Youâd learned last night that he had the stamina of a work ox, and youâve been slobbering over his cock for nearly 30 minutes, and he still hadnât even come close to cumming. You grunt, pulling off with a pop, drool dripping down your chin and his cock.
âAre you using your weird sensory tattoo thing to last so long?â
âNo, hon.â
âAm I not good at it?â
âYouâre really good, why?â
âYou still havenât cum!â He chuckles lowly at your frustrated whine, one hand leaving the steering wheel to rest on your head, fingers running through your hair.
âYou want me to cum that badly?â
âYes!â He shifts to sit a bit lower in his seat, using the panel to maintain speed rather than the pedals and plants his feet on the ground.
âYou gag easily?â
âNope~â You giggle as he leads you back to his messy cock and you suck him back into your mouth, shifting your own position so youâre at a better angle, already knowing his plan. You grip the edge of the rover seat and his hand in your hair tightens pushing your down further, his cock sliding into your throat. You gag very, very softly, heâs much thicker than anyone else youâve taken, longer too. You breath harshly through your nose, the rush of air stopped as he sinks deeper and you whimper around his cock, making him groan.
âOh you really are so good for me, pumpkin~â He huffs, chuckling lowly as your nose presses to his groin, and you swallow over and over to fight gagging, your cunt clenching around nothing. You follow the guiding of his hand in your hair, and he thrusts, starting to fuck your face, making sure not to cut off your air too much, but every time he buries his fat cock down your throat, your cunt spasms, desperate to be filled as well. You whine pathetically, a mixture of saliva and his pre slathered over your face and his thighs and youâre glad you had pulled his pants down earlier instead of just opening them, because theyâd be a mess.
âYou like how daddy tastes, donât you?â You hum in the affirmative, your head swimming and you barely register the swirling tattoos on the skin of his legs starting to glow. The swimming in your head goes away, but your other senses dull, the taste of his leaking cock in your mouth sharpening and your cunt feels like it lights on fire. He shoves one of his feet between your legs and you instinctively grind against his boot, the seam of your thin leather leggings perfectly hitting your clit. Your desperate need for air softens and the slight soreness of your throat heats to a numb point as he continues to batter his cock down your gullet.
âFuck, hold on, just-â His groan is so deep it rumbles through you and he presses your head down, deep in your throat and he cums. Your hips rolling to help your needy cunt grind against his boot stutter as your orgasm hits you as well, swallowing all of his hot cum eagerly, moaning as you do. Finally, like youâre just pulled out of nearly drowning, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you desperately heave for air, your senses returning to normal.
âYouâre such a good girl.â He smirks, thumb brushing over your lip and gathering the sticky fluid and you suck it off his digit when he presses it into your mouth.
~
You and Seungcheol stop to eat lunch in a small outpost about an hour outside of the capital. When you get back to the rover afterwards, you both sit for maybe about thirty seconds before he turns the window tint all the way up, blocking view of the interior and hauling you into the back seat. You straddle his lap, moaning as he kisses you, his large hands running down from your waist to your ass, gripping the flesh through your leggings. Your fingers weave into his hair, tilting his head to get a better angle as his tongue slips into your mouth. When you both pull back for air, he scoffs.
âIâm buying you a skirt to wear just so I can get to your cunt easier.â His hands leave your ass, sliding back up and then down again, his hands going into your leggings to reach your bare skin underneath.
âHow âbout I just donât wear pants in the rover~?â
âI think thatâs just perfect~â His smirk might just be the sexiest thing youâve ever seen. While trying to focus on his next kiss, you lift your leg to get your boot off and then you squeak when he tosses you onto the seat, climbing over you. He helps you get your pants mostly off, the garment still hanging on where itâs tucked into your below-the-knee boot. You hadnât put on panties before you guys left the hotel since you couldnât find them, he claimed to know nothing about that- He gets his pants open and shoved down just enough and his strong hands on your inner thighs lead you to spread them further and your back arches, breath hitching as he sinks his cock into your soaking cunt. Your pussy spasms, burning slightly from the sudden stretch and your eyes roll back when he snaps his hips to get the rest of his length inside, his groin meeting yours. He gives you maybe thirty-seconds to get used to him before heâs fucking you so hard the rover lets out a ding, warning of a possible ground disturbance.
âFuck, fuck, fuck-!â Your body jerks as he swiftly brings you to orgasm, his huge cock barreling through it, carving his shape into you over and over, and you know for damn sure your body is going to get addicted to his dick inside of it.
âOh, youâre sweet little pussy just loves hugging my cock, hm~?â Seungcheol chuckles, grinning like an idiot as he watches your folds struggle around him, a thick sheen of your wet coating his cock, nearly frothing at how hard heâs railing you.
âD-Daddy, youâre gonna break me~!â You practically squeal, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, eyes watering as he smashes through your second orgasm.
âI sure am, pumpkin~ Daddyâs gonna ruin your body from ever wanting anyone else.â His next chuckle is much lower than before, grunts lacing his words. You can feel his cock pulse harder, and his thrusts get a bit unsteady the closer he gets. You have just enough mental capacity to wrap your legs around his waist, holding him in, needing his hot cum to fill you up.
âCum with me, doll, cum with me~â His thumb goes to your already slightly stinging clit and with one last battering thrust, he roars out a groan, painting your core white. Youâre thrown over the edge as well, nearly screaming out, eyes crossing as your cunt squirts out nearly as much as heâs filling you with.
~
When you leave the treasurerâs office at the Assembly building, he looks up from where he was waiting in the lobby. Youâre staring blankly at the holo-chip they had given you with the payment for the huge diamond you had found. They recommended you immediately deposit it at the bank so as not to risk it getting taken.
â(Y/N)?â You stop next to him, still looking at it. You only look up at him when the lifts your head up with his crooked finger under your chin.
âWas it not worth much?â
âT-they just gave me⌠200 million creditsâŚâ Seungcheolâs eyes widen at that.
âSeriously?â
âT-they said it wasnât from S.V.T and soâŚitâs super-super valuable because almost all of the diamonds here are tiny.â
âAre you okay?â
âIâŚI could by my entire hometown with this and moreâŚâ
âOverwhelmed?â
âYesâŚâ
~
You decide to celebrate by booking the nicest room in the fanciest hotel of the capitalâŚafter you deposited the funds. When you brought the holo-chip into the bank, the system immediately noted it as fraudulent despite the official Assembly signature on the chip and the poor teller had to call her manager over, and then he had to call the president of the bank to call the governor to get the right code for the system to allow the deposit. The second thing you did â the hotel was third â was send 500k of it straight to your family. You honestly might have done more, but you didnât want to overwhelm the little bank in your hometown as well and it was more than enough for them to not just pay off any debts, but your dad could even retire. You always told your mother that your scavenging would pay off, but you had no idea to this level.
âWoahâŚâ You look around in awe as you and Seungcheol enter the suite you booked, the entire building was made with white marble, or it at least appeared that way, and the entire room had gold accents.
âIs it everything you hoped and dreamed?â He huffs a laugh, and you nod, jumping giddily.
âThis is so fancy~!â He laughs harder, shaking his head at your excitement, finding it adorable. You then turn to him with a mischievous grin.
âLetâs order then entire room service menu~â
~
And so you did. When all the food arrived, you were actually glad that you did. It was so many different dishes, but because it was fancy food, the portions wereâŚtiny. Just doing what you did blew through 50k credits, but in a lot of way it was worth it. You got to try so many things youâd never had the chance to before, some of it youâd never even heard of and Seungcheol had to explain to you what it all was.
When youâve both finished all you could, leftovers put in the fridge of the full kitchen of the suite, you both look over all of the plates and platters on the table. You then watch him pull the tablecloth to the end of the table, pulling all the dishes along with it and you squeak when he leads you the edge and bends you over it. Youâd barely register what happened before your leggings are shoved down once more and his fat cock is back inside you. At that angle, he manages to get as deep as he could, and the dishes and cutlery clatter as the table shakes as he starts to fuck you silly once again. He leans forward, hands on the table by your head holding him up, his thrusts getting very shallow but just as hard. You gasp with each little movement, the head of his dick rubbing over your weak spot over and over and your orgasm is already rising.
âC-Cheol-!â You nearly squeal out a moan when his hand smacks your right ass cheek, then his fingers grip hard into the flesh.
âWhatâd you call me?â The low tone of his voice makes your cunt clench around him tighter, your thighs twitching.
âS-Sorry, daddy-â Your fingers scramble for purchase on the table, your pulse whooshing in your ears and it feels like youâre lower half is on fire. He suddenly pulls out and you cry out in protest, but then heâs kneeling behind you, arms wrapping around your thighs and his tongue is wiggling into your cunt.
âFuck~!â You giggle, nearly delirious as he eats you out as if he hadnât just had a full seven-course meal. He swipes his tongue through your folds, then sucks on your clit, drinking from you as you cum, squirting out release all over his face which he eagerly drinks. You barely have caught your breath when he stands and grabs your arms, pulling you off the table and forcing you to your knees in front of him, his hard cock right in front of your face, a mess from his pre and your own release. You donât even wait for his direction, opening your mouth wide, obediently. He smirks and his fingers weave into your hair and he slides his dick into your mouth, and you eagerly suck on the head, inhaling through your nose right before he starts to get deeper. Your throat is still a bite sore from when he fucked your throat not even 24 hours ago, but you canât help but moan at the feeling and taste of him in your mouth.
âSwallow it all, just like that~â He groans as he fills your throat with his cock and your fingers dig hard into the carpet under you as he cums down your throat, over and over. As he pulls out, you suck to clean him off, breathing hard once his half-softened length leaves your mouth.
~
âI-Is it safe?â
âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âCouldnât itâŚburn?
âDoes it burn your skin?â
âNoâŚâ
âThen why would it burn inside?â
You sigh, realizing he was right. For some reason, you were hesitant to get in the hot tub since you knew it would likely lead to more. Youâd heard of people having sex in a tub, but this seemedâŚdangerous. Though, the more you talked to him about it, the less you believed it could cause harm, and the more stupid you felt.
âJust get in (Y/N).â Seungcheol huffs a laugh, and you carefully put your foot into the bubbling heated water and itâs not too hot like you worried, so you get in. You sit on the little bench built into the wall of the hot tub and you watch as he gets in as well.
âIâm glad they were able to get us swimsuits.â You luckily could have the hotel bring you guys swimwear, because you later wanted to use the pool, but you obviously had to do that covered since it was public.
âI understand for the pool, but weâve definitely seen each other naked⌠Wait, did you want to wear a swimsuit in here because you worried about burning your pussy?â He grins, trying to fight actual laughter and you blush with a huff.
âYes, okay!?â
âWhy are you over there?â He nods to where you sit diagonal to him.
âWhere-â
âMy lap, pumpkin.â Oh. You blush in a bit of embarrassment again but get up and he pulls you over to him and down onto his lap, facing him.
âMuch better~â You wrap your arms around his neck and his fingers go into your hair and yanks your head back and you whimper as he starts to leave open-mouthed kisses against your throat, and you shudder when he licks a stripe from your collar bone up to under your ear. You can feel his cock already getting hard, only the thin barrier of your swim bottoms separating you two.
âYouâre an absolute angel, you know? Taking my cock over and over again, in any way I want.â Seungcheol chuckles when you nod in agreement and his hand leaves your hair, moving to join the other to palm at your ass. He pulls you down so he can grind his growing hard-on against your covered cunt, making you both moan softly. You bring your hands down to the fly of his swim trunks, getting it undone so you can pull his cock out. Lifting your hips, you move the thin strip of fabric of your bikini bottom to the side and start to sink down his length. Despite being in the water, you were no less wet, the thick release clinging to your gummy walls helps you take him inside once again. The angle difference lets the head hit you at a new pleasure point he hadnât yet found, and he grunts when his cock bottoms out inside of you.
âYouâre still so fucking tight.â He hums and you twitch, still trying to get used to him inside, gummy walls fluttering despite taking him so many times.
âCuz youâre so fucking big.â You huff and he chuckles, letting you get accustomed to his fat cock splitting you in half once again.
âMaybe youâre just small?â His hands on your ass pull you down so he grinds up into you and you gasp, the wind getting knocked out of you at the sudden sharp increase in pleasure. He was so deep, you would swear he was in your stomach-
âAH?!â You nearly scream when he starts to thrust up, the bubbling water sloshing further at the movement and your eyes roll back, nearly going limp. He wraps his arms around you better so you donât splash back into the water, not slowing his thrusts, rearranging your insides and you canât get enough.
âF-fuck, daddy~!â You squeal, your entire body twitching as he fucks you through your first orgasm of the session. His hand goes back to your hair, weaving into the stands and twisting the lock around his fist, pulling your head back to expose your throat for him again. He seals his lips around your throat, sucking hard, the slight pressure on your windpipe makes your head swim and cunt clench. He groans, the noise rumbling straight to your head from where heâs attached to you, working the skin to leave a big hickey right where you couldnât hide it. You gasp when he suddenly lifts you off of him and before you can protest, he bends you over the side of the hot tub. You whimper when he ruts his hot, messy cock between your ass-cheeks.
âYou ever been fucked here, pumpkin?â He spreads your cheeks, his cock rubbing directly over your pucker.
âO-Once, b-but Iâm not prepared-â
âDonât worry, daddyâll take care of you~â Seungcheol pulls back just enough for the head of his dick to press against your rim and you immediately tense. You feel his cyber-tattoos flare to life and your lower half gets hot, especially right where his cock is bumping.
âBreathe in, princess.â He prompts and you do, forcing yourself to control your breathing as the head of his cock starts to press in. The searing burn is not accompanied by the pain you anticipated, the tattoos working perfectly, dulling your nerves and only leaving you with pleasure. Still, it doesnât change the fact that his dick is fucking into your ass, and your body forces all of your air out in slight shock.
âBreatheâŚâ He coaches and you try and relax, your cunt spasming around nothing, your slick and his pre coating his cock allowing and easier glide. When he bottoms out, he lets you catch your breath, groaning at the intense vice, even tighter than your cunt. After about a minute, he pulls back, the obscene squelching noise is nearly drowned out by the rolling water of the hot tub and your fingers white-knuckle the edge of the tub, trying to level your breathing. Seungcheol snaps his hips and your cunt spasms, your brain still trying to register the intense sensation of him in your back hole.
âReady?â
âY-Yes, just-â
âI wonât go too hard, pumpkin.â He assures, then his fingers are weaving back into your hair, holding your front half down as he starts. Soon, he picks up the pace and you swear loudly, cheek pressed to the edge of the hot tub, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth as he fucks your ass, rubbing your weak spot through your inner wall. Itâs intense, but feels so good that your brain canât register whatâs really even happening.
âW-Wha-?!â You let out a choking noise when your wind is knocked out of you again, what feels like a second hot dick starting to spread your cunt open. Itâs different though, and you can tell its his tattoos somehow. You canât see it, but a red holographic copy of his dick forms inside your cunt, immediately spurring you into an orgasm, slick spurting out of your cunt and he chuckles lowly. The second dick heâs spawned fucks into you at the same time as his actual cock and all thoughts fizzle out of your head. Seungcheol looks down at you, face red, eyes hazy, youâre completely fucked out, squeaking with each thrust.
âYouâre so good for daddy, princess-â He gasps out, then huffs a laugh as your walls spasming as you cum again, the praise somehow cutting through the fog in your mind and hitting you right in the core.
âIâm gonna cum in your ass, doll, and youâre gonna take it good, yeah~?â You moan out something positive sounding and you nearly black out when he buries in deep and cums. Your insides catch on fire, despite only having the holo-dick in your cunt, it feels like heâs filling you up there too. Youâre fading as he pulls out, barely registering him lifting you up into his arms before you fall asleep.
~
You donât wake until morning, sleeping nearly thirteen hours after the marathon sex-day you had with Seungcheol. You blink, trying to register where you are and then remember you booked such a fancy hotel room. Youâre laying on your stomach, probably a good thing since your ass is so sore, and you turn your head to face the other way. Seungcheol is still asleep, the covers resting against his stomach, showing off his bare chest. Your eyes travel down a bit lower, grinning when you see the tent in the comforter. While your cunt is far too sore to take him again so soon, your mouth sure isnât. With a soft groan at your sore muscles, you wiggle under the covers and between his legs. You can feel the weight of the comforter on your head as you wrap your hands around his cock, and it quickly gets to full hardness. He groans softly but you donât bother to worry if you woke him or not, sealing your mouth around the head, tongue swirling, then you descend. Humming at his taste, you can even taste the faint bitterness from the soap he most likely used in the shower. As you bob your head, you donât even startle when you feel the comforted lifted, the slightly cooler air of the room hitting you as he removes it, looking down at you amused.
âI thought I told you before, Iâm not a piece of candy~â
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Pet Names (My love/love), Grinding/Humping (I don't know the right term...), First Times (Both), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control soâŚ)
Summary: You had been training ever since you were a little girl to grow up and serve the crown prince and later the king. Because of that, you grew up with the prince as well. Though, the one that always had caught your eye, was the prince's best friend.
Author's Note: This one is very soft and fluffy compared to the other ones in this series. I got most of my "information"/inspiration from the drama The Red Sleeve with Lee Junho, so if it's not exactly right it's because I based this more off of a K-Drama than research.
At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use. Just an FYI, there are a lot more in this one than some of my others, so I would recommend looking over the list first, or this post.
Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling
-> Bang Chan's <-
-> Lee Know's <-
-> Changbin's <-
-> Hyunjin's <-
-> Han's (Coming Soon) <-
-> Seungmin's (Coming Soon) <-
-> I.N.'s (Coming Soon) <-
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Your family isnât poor by any means, but they arenât nobility either. Your father and mother own a very successful tea shop frequented by the young adult children of the nobles and therefore afford your family a rather comfortable life. However, you know little of it. You are the youngest of five girls, and your eldest sister is an esteemed member of the royal court ladies. Your parents received payments from the palace in compensation for your sister going to serve there, the funds allowing them to open the shop that has made them so well off. Despite her entering to work as a seamstress, she rose in the ranks past her initial status due to an unofficial friendship with the princess.
One year, the year you turned five, the palace was struggling to find new girls to train for the royal court due to a sickness that had swept through Hanyang and the surrounding areas. The sickness was much harder for young girls to fight off than boys, and unfortunately many girls died. You were spared from the illness, though your sister, but two years older than you, sadly passed. Due to the struggling search, your sister returned home as a still training nain, serving under a sanggung that served the queen. Out of the three of the younger sisters, only you were of the proper age to be entered into the palace to train. So, you were quickly sent off to live in the palace, to train for years in order to serve the crown prince who was around the same age as you. Of course, your parents received more payment in return. This tended to be done since they would never receive a dowry for their daughters, palace maidens are forbidden to marry.
You and the girls in your friend group stood out from the rest, the red fabric at the ends of your sleeves clearly designating you all as future gungnyeo to the crown prince, and eventually the king. Before you were separated into your future departments however, all the girls were treated equal, whether they were there to be royal servants, embroiders or seamstresses, cleaners or cooks, healers or musicians. When you were assigned the department for the inner royal court, you became a trainee jimil nain and suddenly you were of a higher status. Still at a measly 10th grade ranking, you were higher than your friends who were assigned to begin their true duties in sewing and cleaning. You started off as an assistant to a sangjeong, a nasty woman who doled out punishments left and right and you tried your hardest to stay on her good side, only getting a few whacks on the hand. While you were eventually given more or less a promotion, it was a very boring job in a way because you had a very specific duty. As part of your job, you would more or less escort the girls who worked in the naesojubang, leading them and the food they prepared to the crown princeâs quarters. The scent of the much fancier and rich food often made your mouth water, but you could never partake. However, there was a saving graceâŚmaybe two. The prince is gorgeous. Even as a young teenager, everyone could see how handsome he would grow to be. Though, you could only see him through sneaking glances, you dare not look at his face when anyone could see. You arenât supposed to. The one you could however look at was the second saving grace. Prince Chan had a just as attractive best friend, a younger boy by the name of Yongbok. Yongbok was the son of one of the ministers and was essentially assigned to be one of Chanâs friends as a little boy, but their friendship stuck through. He you could look at, and look you did. There was constant talks and arguments over whether Prince Chan or Lord Yongbok was more attractive. The girls who spoke and admired the beauty and sweetness of Lord Yongbok counted you amongst them. Many girls though preferred the casual strength and confident demeanor of the prince, and this led to many a debate over meals and duties. Nearly every day when you brought the girls to serve Prince Chan his midday meal, you would cast glances at Yongbok who sat to the left of the prince. You would sit by the door, waiting for the prince and his friend to finish eating so you could have the girls come and get rid of the dishes and you would escort them out before they went on their own way. That wasâŚabout all you ever did for the better part of two years.
When you were given more duties, you were assigned to be a messenger. Your previous station was one of the least physically strenuous jobs, and then you were given one of the most. The first month or so of your duties, your legs constantly burned, and your feet hurt. Not only did you have to scurry about the palace, from the princeâs quarters, to the throne hall, and then back, and then to the queenâs quarters and then back, it was exhausting. Every time you left the crown princeâs palace with a message from said prince, you hated having to go all the way to his grandmotherâs quarters with a small message. It was easiest if you had to go deliver a message to the throne hall since it was the closest. You dreaded however having to go to his motherâs, the hall that housed his parents is not only beautiful, but extremely revered. You feared even bumping into something and knocking it over. Plus, his mother wasâŚintimidating. Somehow even more so than the king. While she wasnât mean or cruel, she seemed very tense. There was however a nasty woman who despised the queen. That particular concubine and the queen would glare at each other near constantly, and if for some reason they were ever in the same room, you worried entering lest you be struck by the lightning between their gazes. Sometimes though, you were grateful for your job, because there were times you had to deliver messages from Prince Chan to his best friend. Lord Yongbok often lingered around the palace when the prince was studying since, even though he was also educated well, he didnât need it to the same level. You even would sometimes pray for the prince to wish to summon his friend, because then you could directly interact with the nobleman. Every week he grew more gorgeous, and his suddenly deep voice drew many of Prince Chanâs admirers over into his camp.
One time, Yongbok was meandering through the palace grounds, standing on a bridge, looking down into the water at the brightly colored fish swimming below. It was almost like the scene that would be copied down to parchment as a work of art. His gorgeous features combined with the serene scene was worthy of that of royalty despite his lower status. You clutched the letter to you so tight, seeing him bringing you such joy that you worried the paper within the fabric envelope would crinkle. No matter, it wasnât important, just details for a future excursion the prince had planned.
âLord YongbokâŚâ You bow at the waist when you finally gain the nerve to approach. You stand back up straight, breath nearly stolen by his warm smile.
âAh, Miss (Y/N). What has our lord prince sent this time, hm~?â His voice nearly rumbles through you like thunder, and you have to fight back a shiver. You bow and hand him the envelope with both hands and he takes it from you, opening the blue fabric to read over the parchment. He hums and folds the paper up and stows it inside his blue danryeong. While he looked good in everything, you found the uniform outfit many of his status wore to ill-suit him, and much preferred his casual clothing he more often wore.
âTell me, when is your next day off?â
âIn a fortnight, milord.â
âHm⌠I assume you plan to see your family?â
âNo, actually. I do not have a plan for that day, my family plans to be on holiday in Ming.â
âI see⌠Would you be opposed if I accompanied you out?â
You feel your face heat to a bright red, heart racing out of control. You look at him with wide eyes, stammering to answer, still trying to process that he asked you such a thing.
âY-you wouldâŚwant to?â
âI would~â He smiles, making your heart race even more-so.
âT-then, yes, I would like that~â
~θĎθ~
Your day off came, and you were trembling with nervous excitement as you dressed in your only non-uniform hanbok. Standing at the gate leading out of the palace grounds, you clutch your pass that allows you to leave. You wonder if after your final ceremony if youâd ever get to leave, so you wanted to take the chance to get out as much as possible while still in training.
âMiss (Y/N).â You hear a very distinct voice call your name and you perk up, not able to fight back a smile when you see Yongbok just on the other side of the open gate. You step up to one of the guards standing on each side and he looks over your engraved pass to make sure itâs legit and then he hands it back and lets you out. You tuck it away in an interior pocket of your jeogori, for if you lost it, you would not be able to get back in.
âDo have something planned, milord?â You ask, not able to look directly at him. Heâs too close and too beautiful.
âYes, thereâs somewhere I want to take you, if youâre willing.â He smiles, so purely, and your heart melts further. Itâs refreshing to see him in normal clothing rather than his danryeong, his gat suits him much more than his samo, the dark brown beads of the strap for the hat make his eyes pop.
âO-Of course, milord.â
âWeâre not in the palace anymore, (Y/N), just call me Yongbok~â
âA-are you sure?â
âOf course~â He huffs a small laugh then starts to walk toward the direction opposite the market and you jog to catch up to him. You had figured you two would walk the market and look at the goods and trinkets sold there, but he wasnât going that way. He leads you to the edge of the walled district and you halt at the gate before you can follow him out.
âIs something wrong?â
âIs it alrightâŚfor me to leave the seong-jung?â
âWhy wouldnât it be? You have a pass to leave the palace grounds, thatâs all you need.â
âA-alright.â
You only ever go to the seongjeosimni to see your family, and you typically are escorted straight there, but now, you actually have the chance to beâŚfree. Free to do whatever you wish and wherever you go. You hold your breath as you step over the threshold, almost like you were going through a portal to another realm. Of course, there is no change to how you are, but it feels different somehow. You continue to walk with him, staying a step behind as is proper. Soon, you arrive at the bank of the stream, no one else around but you two, and you gain the courage to stand right next to him. You both overlook the water in silence for a short time, just admiring the scenery.
âHow did you come to be a trainee of the gungnyeo?â He asks suddenly and his soft but deep voice startles you out of your thoughts.
âWell, my sister is a jimil nain and she recommended me when there was the low rate of girls coming in from the sweeping illness ten years ago.â
âI seeâŚâ
âWhy did you wish to know?â
âIs your father of the jungin then?â
âYesâŚâ Why was he asking?
âI wondered if you were notâŚâ
âYou wondered if I was sold to the palace?â
âYes.â
âNo, I wasnât.â
âGood.â
âMay I ask why you wish to know?â
âI was curious of your family, thatâs all.â He left it at that. When you looked back out to the water, you felt your face heat, wondering why he wished to know. After that, he brought you to a quaint little tea shop and you listened as he told you various tales of his shenanigans with the crown prince when they were younger. As the sun started to set, he escorted you back to the gates of the palace grounds and you show the guard your pass before heading in. You hesitate in the threshold of the gate and look back at Yongbok. He smiles warmly and you decide that itâs one of the best days of your so far mundane life.
~Ď 3Ď ~
When you turn 18, talks of that yearâs coming of age ceremony were once again milling about. That year though, you actually cared to be interested, since you would be participating. But times were not so great, the King was in poor health, and many worried his days were numbered. If that was the case, the 21-year-old crown prince would become king and therefore the gungnyeo under him would also become of a higher status. In the year prior you had become one of the palace ladies who helped prepare and manage the princeâs duties or roles in many formal events. As a handmaiden to the prince, you were granted many opportunities to be close to Lord Yongbok, but you unfortunately were never in a position where you could interact with him at said events. Being more busy yourself, he was often embroiled in his studies and was taking all manner of exams, trying to establish his place among the nobility. You overhear Prince Chan and him half-heartedly joking of them being old and grey, with Yongbok serving as the right or left state minister. That would take a long time of service for Yongbok to reach the status to be worthy of that position.
When the fateful day came that the king passed, you were suddenly thrust into a whirlwind of events you had to prepare for and work during. Not only were there the funerary and memorial services for the king, there was also the coronation events for the now King as well as his wedding to the now Queen. She hadnât even gotten the chance to be the crown princess as the two were only engaged to marry when the previous king died. Chan was given a new name when he was coronated, but he still preferred to be called by his birthname by Lord Yongbok when it was just them. With the ascension of Chan to the highest station of Joseon, you expected to be officially graduated as a jimil nain. But that didnât come. When the trainee nain were informed of their new positions, you were curiously left out. It was jarring for not just you, but your friends as well. You thought you had done a very good job up until then, your higher duties of greater import than the others your age due to your excelling performance. Rumors began swirling of what it could mean, and many assumed that you had become more intimate with the now King in a personal manner. While it wasnât horribly common, it wasnât unheard of for a king to choose a court maiden to be favored, and to even take her as a concubine. But you knew that wasnât the case. The more believable rumor wasâŚthat you would be released. You didnât even think that possible unless a grave crime was committed, or if a girl fell illâŚ
~
You were pondering this one afternoon, sitting near a pond inside the palace grounds, tossing random stones into the water. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, feeling upset and angry. Was there some reason that the now King did not wish you to be in his service anymore? You thought he had a rather favorable opinion of youâŚ
âYou seem distraught.â A deep voice startles you out of your thoughts and you look up in surprise to see Lord Yongbok. It had been a great while since you two had a moment of even partial privacy, let alone just the two of you.
âI apologizeâŚâ You stand to bow, and he waves you off to calm down.
âThereâs no one around, donât worry about it⌠Whatâs bothering you?â
âI donât wish to trouble you-â
âTrouble me, please.â He smiles softly and you blush, but hum in thought.
âI am the only one among the other girls of my department to not be informed of her new stationâŚâ
âReally?â
âYes⌠Despite my service under the crown prince, it seems I will not continue into the service of the KingâŚâ you look up at him, wanting to ask a question, but are unsure if it was proper.
âYou wish to ask me if I know why?â You smile bashfully, nodding in answer.
âHave you ever known a gungnyeo that ended up released of her service?â
Your heart fell at his question. Was it true? Was a rumor about you that not even you knew the truth of reallyâŚtrue? He could see your face fall and he tries to smile, reassuringly, taking a step closer.
âDo you know whyâŚam I truly being released?â
âYou are. AndâŚI do know why. I hopeâŚyou will not be upset with me.â
âWith you? Why would I be?â
âIt seems your release is because of me.â He hums, looking over the water and your eyes flit all over his face, trying to read it.
âHave IâŚupset you in some way?â
âOh, no, notâŚâ He sighs, âI wished this to be good news for youâŚâ
âWhat? Whatâs happening?â
âI made a request of the KingâŚSomething I have never done in all our years of friendship. And he granted me this request.â
Your heart begins to race as he smiles warmly at you, a small blush dusting his cheeks as well.
âYouâŚ?â
âI requested that you be released⌠Because if you werenât, I would not be able to court you to be my wife.â
âY-yourâŚwife?â
âYes.â
âI-IâŚI thought if a gungnyeo was releasedâŚshe still could not marry?â
âThatâs just for droughts, and other calamities. This is an extremely special circumstance. One that might not be possible if you officially graduate to a true nain. As a trainee however, the rules are more lenient.â
âYou did something soâŚso bold forâŚme?â You feel tears pricking your eyes, both truly honored and beyond ecstatic. Despite the lessening opportunities you had to be around Lord Yongbok, you had fallen for him. And it seemed, he you.
âI already met with your father, actually.â
âYouâŚdid?â
âYes. Paid the dowry and everythingâŚâ He holds his hand out to you, and you shakily place your hand in his, a tear escaping your eye.
âI assumed youâd say yesâŚâ
âOf course Iâd say yes~â
~(ââżââż)~
The next month is an absolute whirlwind for you, each upcoming moment causing more nervous excitement than the last. After Chan is crowned King, and the rest of the girls that were training have gone through their coming-of-age ceremonies, youâre formally released from service. Right after, youâre moved into a new house on the estate grounds of Yongbokâs family, staying there for a few days alone until the wedding. What makes you the most nervous of all is waiting in the middle of your new bedchamber in nothing but your white marital sokchima, pacing. Yongbok is getting cleaned up after you had and you canât stand or sit still, face a seemingly permanent red. You startle when the door opens and your heart stops, then races into a tizzy when you see him. His hairâs down, even going a bit past his shoulders, long and so purely black itâs like flowing ink.
âO-OhâŚâ You sigh in amazement; youâve married a heavenly being, youâre sure. He smiles and your floored even further, how is he so perfect?
âMy wife~â He comes to you, cupping your jaw in both his hands, thumbs gently rubbing over your cheeks. Your own hands go to his wrists, holding his hands to your face, your eyes skating all over his beautiful features.
âY-Yes?â He chuckles and you blush further, swallowing hard.
âTell me if I need to slow downâŚâ He says as he leans in, lips hovering over yours. When you donât say anything, just gape at him, he gently kisses you. You have kissed before, but only briefly, and he steals your breath as he deepens the kiss. His deep rumbling groan shudders through you like thunder and you canât help but moan into the kiss, trying your best to kiss him back well. When his tongue slips into your mouth, you whimper again, tongue sliding against his. It was an odd sensation but by no means unwelcome, and he somehow even tastes good. Pulling back, a small strand of saliva connects your lips still and he hums with a soft smirk.
âDo you know how long Iâve been wanting to do that?â He smiles as he asks.
âProbably not as long as meâŚâ You admit, still holding his wrists to make sure his hands donât leave your face. You whine softly in disappointment when he moves his hands, and he huffs a small laugh. You let go of his wrists and then you nearly squeak when he lifts you easily up into his arms, carrying you over to the raised yo bed. Gently, like youâre fragile, he lays you down and leans over you. His fingers fiddle with the tie of your sokchima, looking up at you in silent question. You nod, and he slowly pulls on the goreum to undo it. You sit up so he can help you get it fully off and you blush furiously as you lay back down under him, completely bare. You hear him swallow hard, a low hum coming from him and you boldly reach up for the tie of his marital jeogori. He helps you then get his garment off and your mouth literally waters when you see him. Your shy fingers gently reach to run over the defined ridges of his torso, and they quickly get brave. You sit up, in awe as you feel his bare skin, the muscles of his stomach twitching under your soft fingers. He huffs another laugh, letting you explore him for a few seconds. He watches you carefully for your reaction, your fingers creeping lower and lower till the reach the ties of his sokbaji. Your eyes widen a bit when you find heâs already getting hard and you immediately flush.
âNervous?â Yongbok asks softly. You nod, not able to lie.
âItâs okay, my love.â He leans down and kisses your upper cheek, âjust lay back and Iâll start.â You do so and you swallow hard, waiting to watch him take his pants off but he doesnât. His hands meet your bare skin, and you canât help but gasp a soft moan as his hands land on your waist, thumbs rubbing the soft skin of your stomach. As soon as your eyes meet, heâs leaning down to kiss you, rougher this time. His tongue sneaks into your mouth and you whine a bit as his hands sneak lower till theyâre gripping your hips. Slowly, his hands go lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake till they end their journey at your thighs. Your fingers weave into his soft hair as he guides your legs up to wrap around his waist. Youâre nervous at first to do anything more than loop them loosely around his middle, but when his hands sneak back up to palm your breasts, your legs tighten, hips twitching. He pulls back from the kiss with a low groan, grinding back against you, hardening fully.
â(Y/N)âŚcareful, love.â
âSorryâŚâ You whisper, not very sorry actually. Even just the slight friction -even with the fabric of his pants between- of his cock against your cunt feels amazing.
âSure you are~â He grins, nuzzling his nose against your ear, his voice lowering to a rough timbre, âYouâre already so wet.â You blush at his words despite knowing how true they are.
âWhy donât we try something?â
âWhat?â He answers your question by rolling his hips, his cock pressing into your folds. You gasp softly at this, and he lets your legs down and before you can protest, he undoes the tie of his sokbaji and gets them off, leaving him just as naked as you. You swallow hard, eyes focusing on his cockâŚ
âW-wonât it hurt?â
âThatâs why Iâm going to get you ready okay?â
âOkayâŚâ
âJust trust me, I wonât go in till youâre ready.â
âOkayâŚI trust you, Yongbok~â He kisses the tip of your nose making you giggle. He guides your legs back around him and you both moan softly when his dick slides through your slick folds, no longer impeded by the fabric of his bottoms.
âOh, youâre so warm~â He huffs a small laugh, and you gasp again when he moves his hips, the length of his cock running through your cunt, slicking over your clit.
âFeel good, love~?
âYesâŚâ You whimper; a bit shocked at just how good it feels.
âHave you even ever touched yourself here?â
âN-no.â Your hips twitch up, goosebumps raising with each thrust of his hips. He moves faster, soft but low grunts leaving his pretty lips as he admires the sheen coating his cock from your wet folds. The more he moves, the better it feels, your little clit feeling like itâs on fire.
âY-Yongbok, s-something-â
âJust let it happen, love.â He kisses your forehead as he keeps moving, able to feel your core clenching around nothing as he strokes his dick through your pussy. You gasp again, then lose your breath, back arching when he presses harder, moving faster. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you again and again, the overwhelming pleasure making your head swim. When you come down, you look up at him. Heâs biting his lip as heâs adjusting to press the head of his cock against your entrance. At the right spot, he reaches up and weaves his fingers through yours, holding your hands up by your head, his lips hovering over yours.
âJust grip my hands tight if it hurts, love.â His lips seal over yours as he starts to press in. The stretch burns, like nothing youâve ever felt before, but itâs also different than pain. It somehow hurts and feels amazing at the same time, and you swear you canât catch your breath fully the deeper he gets. You grips his hands tight, but not overly so, trying to focus on kissing him. Finally, after what seems like hours, he bottoms out, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Yongbok pulls back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lip to break the trail of saliva connecting your mouths.
âDoes it hurt?â
âS-some, but notâŚitâs not badâŚâ He looks down to where your bodies are connected, groaning out a rumble as he sees your slick folds stretching to accommodate his fat cock. Youâre so much hotter, wetter, and tighter than his hand could ever be and heâs already struggling to stay calm.
âT-tell me when I can move, but Iâm not sure how long I can waitâŚâ Heâs breathing a bit harder, eyes clenched shut, brow furrowed, trying to remain in control.
âS-start slow.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes, please.â You nod and he pulls back maybe an inch before going slowly back in. The searing burn remains, but it hurts less. He feels your gummy walls clench him, pulsing around him to the beat of your heart.
âM-more.â You nod again and he pulls back further, but goes in just as slow. He keeps this up till he pulls nearly all the way out before slowly burying back into your core. Youâre breathing harder as well, trying to figure out if youâre still hurting at all, but only feeling better than you ever have before.
âY-Yongbok, more, please-â
âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât, please need more~â He hums, picking up speed and your back arches, head thrown back as he starts to batter the head of his cock against your back wall, your tummy feeling on fire. Your fingers tighten around his, but he can feel your cunt spasming around him, your face all the way down to your chest flushing. One of his hands leaves yours, and you take your free one to wrap around his neck, keeping him close. His free hand finds its way to your hip, and he lifts you up more, changing the angle of how heâs fucking into you. Your breath immediately leaves you and another orgasm slams into you as he gives short but deep thrusts, the head of his dick perfectly thudding into your weak spot. He grunts, gritting his teeth as your gummy walls tighten into a slick vice and he wants so bad to hold back, but he canât. He groans out and you whimper as you feel rope after rope of his hot cum pumping into you. As you both catch your breaths, and you can feel his cock softening, you cup his jaw in your hands. His eyes meet yours and he gives you the prettiest smile youâve ever seen.
âI love you so much~â
âI love you too~â
Hanyang - historical name for Seoul
nain - assistant court ladies
sanggung - manage the palace and the royal family
gungyeo - "Lady Officer of the Court" they were royal hand maidens or court ladies
jimil nain - waited on the King and/or Queen and their family
sangjeong - they managed and oversaw conduct, work and punishment of the Gungnyeo
naesojubang - Gungnyeo department for preparing meals
danryeong - "round-collar robe", often worn by noblemen and members of the council, ministries, or other officials.
Ming - during the time of the Ming dynasty of China, they referred to the country as Ming
hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well.
jeogori - the top/shirt part of a hanbok
gat - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh.
samo - hats worn by government officials
seong-jung - area inside the fortress walls of Hanyang
seongjeosimni - area outside the fortress walls of Hanyang
jungin - Upper Middle Class citizens
sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like undergarment
yo - Korean floor mattress
goreum - the ties that fastened a top of a hanbok
sokbaji - pants-like undergarment, mostly worn by women under their chima
I am writing and have written quite a few Historical Korean fanfictions and so this post is a glossary for all of the different words that I leave untranslated. I do put all of the words I use in a fic at the bottom, but this is a big list of all of the ones I use and some pictures for reference. I will update this if I add a new word to a new fic.
None of the pictures are mine and I pretty much just found them on Google images.
NOTE: I did my best research with all of these and I'm not claiming they are 100% accurate, but this is just a list of how I use them so you know what I intended them to mean
Hangul íę¸/éă- the Korean alphabet we use today = íę¸
Hanja íě/柢ĺ - the old Korean characters derived from Chinese used prior to Hangul's creation = 柢ĺ
Hanbok íëłľ/éć - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well.
Goreum ęł ëŚ - the ties that fastened a top of a hanbok
Jeonbok ě ëłľ/ć°ć - kind of like a long vest worn over a hanbok
Jeogori (1 = Male, 2 = Female) ě ęł ëŚŹ/辤ĺ¤é - the top/shirt part of a hanbok
Seokjeogori (3) ěě ęł ëŚŹ - a shirt worn as an undergarment
Danryeong ë¨ë š/ĺé - "round-collar robe", often worn by noblemen and members of the council, ministries, or other officials.
Sseugaechima ě°ę°ěšë§ - this is the extra-skirt looking garment women would wear over the heads.
Sokbaji (Left) ěë°ě§ - pants-like undergarment, mostly worn by women under their chima
Sokchima (Right) ěěšë§ - basically a dress/skirt like undergarment
Gat (Left) ę° - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh.
Jeongjagwan (Right) ě ěę´/ç¨ĺĺ - a type of gat that noblemen would wear, it looks much like a pagoda.
Samo ěŹëި/ç´ĺ¸˝ - hats worn by government officials
Manggeon ë§ęą´/眲塞 - the mesh-like headband men wore to hold their hair in place
Eunjangdo ěěĽë - a silver dagger that many women wore as an accessory, mostly nobles.
Cheopji 첊ě§/çç´ - a hair accessory worn by women, looks similar to a headband with a clip or pin in the middle.
Binyeo ëšë - the long pin that would hold a woman's bun up, mostly used for married women.
Daenggi ë기 - the ribbon that was tied around an unmarried girl's braid.
Norigae ë ¸ëŚŹę° - accessories that were tied to the goreum of women's handboks
Aigo ěě´ęł - kind of like an exclamation like "sheesh" or "geez", still used in modern times.
Gongju 곾죟/ĺ Źä¸ť - princess honorific
Gongjunim 곾죟ë - formal address for a princess
Hyungnim íë- a more commonly used term historically for a man to an older brother or male friend.
Orabeoni ě¤ëźë˛ë - more archaic/historical word for older brother to a girl.
Unni ě¸ë - older sister to a girl
Dogil ë ěź - Korean word for Germany, might not be completely accurate for the time.
Hanyang íě/ćź˘é˝ - historical name for Seoul
Seong-jung ěąě¤/ĺä¸ - area inside the fortress walls of Hanyang
Seongjeosimni ěąě ě댏/ĺĺşĺé - area outside the fortress walls of Hanyang
Ming 大ć - during the time of the Ming dynasty of China, they referred to the country as Ming
Podocheong íŹëě˛/ćçĺťł - essentially the Joseon era police.
Bujang ëśěĽ/é¨ĺ° - a Lieutenant-level position in the Podocheong
Hwarang íë/čąé - a group of young noblemen that became somewhat like educated knights in the royal palace from around the 6th century to the 11th. Also refers to a member of the Hwarang.
Gukseon ęľě /ĺäť - a chief officer of the hwarang
Wonsanghwa ěěí/ĺä¸čą - the first officer of the hwarang who is in charge of training in martial arts and combat
Sangseon ěě /ä¸äť - training officer of the hwarang
Nangdo ëë/éĺž - lowest members of the hwarang hierarchy and would form groups led by a hwarang
Gungnyeo ęśë /厎弳 - "Lady Officer of the Court" they were royal hand maidens or court ladies
Sanggung ěęś/ĺ°ĺŽŽ - manage the palace and the royal family
Nain ëě¸/ĺ §äşş - assistant court ladies
Jimil Nain ě§ë° ëě¸/čłĺŻ ĺ §äşş - waited on the King and/or Queen and their family
Sangjeong (Gungjeong) ěě (ęśě )/ĺ°ćŁ (厎ćŁ) - they managed and oversaw conduct, work and punishment of the Gungnyeo
Jeonjeong ě ě /ĺ ¸ćŁ - assistants or support for the sangjeong
Naesojubang ë´ě죟밊/ĺ §çĺťćż - Gungnyeo department for preparing meals
Jungin ě¤ě¸/ä¸äşş - Upper Middle Class citizens
Sangmin ě믟/ĺ¸¸ć° - Commoners/Lower Middle Class citizens
Chon ě´/寸 - historical unit of measurement, close to an inch
Mun 돸/ć - Joseon Era Korean currency
Shinshi ě ě/çłć - designation for the ancient Korean hours of the Monkey which is about 3-5 pm
Baduk ë°ë - Korean word for the Chinese game of Go
Pong ë´ - also known as a Bo staff used in martial arts, typically made of wood. (not 100% sure on the Korean spelling)
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Pet Names (Princess [also her title]), Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, First Times (Readers), Big Dick! Changbin, Cockbulge (slightly), Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control soâŚ)
Summary: You are the youngest princess, and because of that you get the most freedom. The only thing your father refuses is to let you learn to fight. So, you get rid of the middleman and go straight to the Wonsanghwa.
Author's Note: Holy crap, I'm back! If you didn't read my pinned post, I basically took a hiatus to write my book, and...that didn't happen so I'm back owO
This one is not in the Joseon era, this is set much earlier, probably around the 9th century. I know most of what I do of the Hwarang based on The Great Queen Seondeok which is, from what I understand, at least somewhat more accurate than the show Hwarang.
At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, or this post.
P.S. Also, if any of my historical information/words are inaccurate, I apologize, I did the best with what research I could and what I know from watching too many historical K-Dramas.
Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling
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-> Lee Know's <-
-> Hyunjin's <-
-> Han's (Coming Soon) <-
-> Felix's <-
-> Seungmin's (Coming Soon) <-
-> I.N.'s (Coming Soon) <-
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Birds chirp in the trees, the leaves casting a shadow from the late morning light over your face. Your cheek is pressed to the wood of the table youâre sitting at in the palace pavilion with your sisters. Rocking the chair under you in boredom, you just sigh.
âWhat's the issue now?â Your sister next to you, Seoyoung, three years older, doesn't even look up from the scroll sheâs writing on. Probably a letter to her husband.
âProbably the same issue as before.â The second youngest, Miseong, hums, popping another piece of fruit in her mouth, âchildren get bored so easy.â
âYou're like a year and half older than me, be quiet.â You sit up straight so you can sneer directly at her. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear coyly, batting her eyelashes and you canât help but huff in amusement.
âI don't see why you want to learn to fight.â The eldest of your sisters, Daeyoon shakes her head, picking through her tray of beads to find another for the piece sheâs making.
âI don't see why you keep asking father.â Miseong scoffs. She has a point.
âBecause father said no, neither Gaeyong nor Taseok will teach me.â Your brothers are too obedient for your own good. They never help you do anything fun.
âThen ask one of the hwarang, even just a nangdo.â Wonyoung finally speaks up. Sheâs the middle sister and sits in a weird place socially among the family. Your two eldest sisters get away with nothing, and you and Miseong get away with almost anything. Itâs a toss-up what your mother or father will do if she gets in trouble. Especially because she rarely does. Since youâre the baby, youâre treated as such. Any misbehavior is brushed off as childish fun and youâre praised for minor things. You were a spoiled brat as a kid, and you know it. The one thing you want most is the one thing youâre held back from. Your father restricts you from learning to fight more for your protection than even you being a woman, which honestly pisses you off more.
âI don't know any of the nangdo. They're even stricter though because they get in trouble easier. I think the hwarang are too close with TaseokâŚâ
âWhat about that younger guy that is the trainer? I think he's about Gaeyong's age.â Seoyoung speaks up, just wanting you to stop whining about learning to swordfight.
âOh, yeah, he was so good he got promoted when the last instructor retired and the senior gukseon got really mad!â Miseong nods, then grins evilly, âhe's handsome too.â
âHe's short.â Wonyoung adds and you honestly don't mind. Youâre short too. She probably mentioned it because her fiancĂŠe is so tall. All of your sister's partners are, and of course youâre the only single one. But thatâs beside the point, you want a trainer not a spouse.
âCan you try and help me meet with him?â You look at Daeyoon and she shoots you a withering look. Her husband is a gukseon, so he would be able to.
âPlease! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-â You rub your hands together, ready to get on your knees to beg.
âHeavens! Fine!â She aggressively throws a silver bead back into her tray.
 ~ò3ó~
âW-wait, unni, don't leave me alone!â You hiss at Miseong as she begins to leave.
âI'm not getting in trouble with you!â She shoots back and then dashes away, leaving you alone in the courtyard of the hwarang housing, the moon shining high among the stars above your head. The dull, warm light of the lanterns seems eerie when out alone, even the normal peaceful cricket noises put you on edge.
âGongjunim?â An unfamiliar voice catches your attention, and you flinch, spinning around to see the owner. Judging by what heâs wearing, heâs the instructor. AndâŚhe is short. However, heâs very handsome as well. Plus, the fabric of his uniform seems to strain against the muscles of his chest and arms underneath. Your face suddenly feels warm, and youâre glad for the lowlight.
âU-uhâŚâ you clear your throat, then stand straight like youâve been taught all your life, âyes.â He bows deep at the waist, then comes closer so heâs standing before you. Just because heâs short for a man, doesn't mean he isn't still taller than you, nearly five chon.
âGukseon Bodam told me you want to learn to fight?â
âYes! I donât care if itâs a sword, or even just a little dagger,â you motion with your index fingers, âor maybe a pong stick of something? A spear?â
âYou could hurt yourself with something like that.â He hums, looking you up and down. You sneer at his derisive look, and he raises a brow. He scratches his forehead under the headband he has tied around his head.
âIâŚI could. Thatâs why I want to be taught.â You insist, trying to sound assured of your own statement. He turns his head away, seeing if anyone is around. He has his hair up in a full top knot unlike many of the hwarang who normally keep their hair half-down. It suits him though. When he looks back at you, he sighs.
âFine. Iâll train you in martial arts, no weapons.â He turns around and motions for you to follow him toward what you presume is the actual training grounds.
âIs everyone asleep, gukseon?â You ask, walking next to him. Itâs nice to just be beside someone since youâre so used to being followed by a handmaiden instead of her next to you.
âShould be. Donât worry, even if we get caught, no one knows exactly who you are to snitch.â You finally arrive and he motions to a small shed at the back of the area.
âGo change, you'll ruin your dress, Gongjunim.â
âI see. IâŚwhat is your name?â You turn back to him after stepping toward where he pointed.
âSeo Changbin, Gongjunim.â
âAh. Thank you, Changbin-ssi.â He nods and you scurry off to do what he said.
The clothing is a bit too large, but thatâs understandable. You even decide to tie your hair up much like the hwarang do, with the headband and everything.
âIâm ready!â You smile at him, proud of yourself and he casts you an amused grin, then raises his brow.
âYou sure?â
âYes!â
 áŚ(ò_ĂłË)á¤
âKeep your feet spread more, and put more force with your calf and shin, not your whole leg.â Changbin uses his ankle to press on yours and gets you in the right stance. Heâs been working with you for about three weeks, even managing to get you some training during the day instead of at night. Youâre getting better to the point that he decides maybe, one day, you can try a practice sword.
Following his advice, you go to deliver another kick to the straw dummy heâs set up. You knock it over and he nods in approval. As he instructs, heâll often maneuver you into the right pose or stance with his hands or feet. Sometimes, heâll be close enough that his chest presses against your shoulder or back, and you have to fight back a blush. The longer you work with him, get to know him, you realize youâre fallingâŚfast. Heâs actually extremely sweet despite being a rather strict trainer. And heâs good too. Strong. You really want to see him underneath all those layers of his uniformâŚ
âEyes ahead, Gongjunim.â He snaps in front of your face; his smirk becomes clear when you zone back into reality.
âR-right!â As you go to demonstrate the next move, you ankle twinges and you yelp in pain, twisting wrong and falling onto your shoulder.
âOw!â You land on a rock or something and when you sit up, thereâs a tear in your borrowed clothing, a bit of blood staining the white fabric.
âHey, let me see.â Changbin is immediately at your side, looking over the cut and you press your lips together, eyes flitting all over his face. You didnât and still donât believe him when he said he was a scrawny kid and teenager. Canât really even picture it.
âI can help you clean this up, itâs not too deep.â He stand and when you go to follow him, your ankle screams, making you stumble. He catches you with his chest and you just want to press closer.
âYour ankle again?â
âYeah.â Youâve been twisting it a lot and it seems more likely to happen the more often it does happen.
âMay I?â Youâd gotten more informal with each other, but you are still a princess. You nod and with great ease he lifts you into his arms to carry you to the clinic room of the hwarang housing. Changbin gently sets you down onto a chair inside and begins to tend to the cut.
âUmâŚso, you mentioned the other day your dad is trying to match you with a girl?â
âYeah, but most of them haven't wanted to continue courting when they see my height.â He sniffs in dismissal, and you wrinkle your nose in annoyance.
âThatâs ridiculous. Youâre sweet, and funny, and handsome.â He looks up at you then and you force yourself to maintain eye contact with him. His crooked brow falls, and he smiles gently.
âIâm glad at least you see me that way.â You flinch when he dabs at the cut with a wet cloth. Thereâs some sort of herbal poultice he just adds water to and applies with a bandage to your cut. It stings a bit, then feels much better.
âWhy did you really want to learn to fight?â Instead of brining you back outside, he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. You look at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.
âA year ago, my sisters and I gotâŚwell, mugged basically while we were in the market and when we tried to get our money back, I got punched and IâŚI couldnât do anything to defend myself or my sisters IâŚhated it. Even to just learn something, to do anythingâŚâ It wasnât the most terrifying experience since it was just some teenager that did it, but you hated feeling so helpless.
âThen we should stick with martial arts. You donât need to be able to fight with a weapon for something like that.â He stands back up to lead you back out, but you bump into him when he stops right before the door. He turns to look at you softly, âI donât want you to get hurt even if itâs just learning to fight. I donât want to be the one who lets you get hurt.â His eyes flick to the cut he bandaged on your arm. Changbin then leaves the clinic, and you wait a few seconds to follow him, patting your cheeks that you know for sure are red.
~ââżââż~
âChangbin?â Youâd arrived at the hwarang compound of the palace at your designated time, but the instructor isnât there. Looking around to see if you can see even a trace of himâŚnothing.
âGongjunim?â An unfamiliar voice calls out instead and you turn to look, panicked. From the uniform you can tell itâs another member of the hwarang, probably a nangdo. Luckily, you arenât in your training uniform yet.
âY-Yes?â You stand up straight, readopting your regal posture you had let relax.
âCan I help you?â he asks, stepping closer; his face is vaguely familiar.
âOh. I-I'm looking for the Gukseon Seo.â
âAh, he's not here now. He had to return to his father's home to meet with a family friend's daughter.â Daughter? A womanâŚ
âOh.â Your entire posture deflates, and you know why the information upsets you so much, but you are a bit ashamed showing it in front of the nangdo.
âAre you (Y/N)-gongju?â he asks, and you look up at him a bit, nodding.
âIf you want to wait, I'm sure he'll be back soon. You know, he won't stop talking about you?â The younger man smiles, and your head shoots up to focus on him.
âReally?â
âHm. I wouldn't worry too much, I'm sure he'll be back soon, just as single.â The nangdo smiles and leaves and you sigh. Itâs too risky to wait out in the open, but you arenât sure where to go to wait either without going back to where you are technically allowed. Heading back to the clinic where Changbin had tended to several little cuts and scrapes you tend to get; you sit at the same table to wait.
~
â(Y/N)?â You jerk away, lifting your head from your folded arms, then rub your eye. Itâs dark out, only the faint light of torches from outside shining in the room.
âHuh?â The door opens then, and Changbin steps in, dressed in normal clothes rather than his hwarang wear.
âHow long have you been here?â He huffs, setting he lantern down on the table, letting the stick it hangs from rest on the surface as well. He sits across from you and licks your lips nervously.
âUmâŚaround shinshiâŚâ You admit.
âAigo, itâs been hours⌠Why did you wait for me?â He shakes his head in disbelief. He only looks a little different without his headband, but somehow, heâs even more handsome.
âWell, um, because-â
âWas it because I was meeting Lord Bak's daughter?â Your silence is telling enough.
â(Y/N),â youâd told him a while ago to just use your name when itâs just you two, âwere you jealous?â Changbin smiles, not a smirk, heâs grinning like an idiot. Your silence is, once again, telling enough.
â(Y/N). Do you really think Iâd even want to look at a woman who isnât you?â His voice is gentle, but his giddy grin doesnât change.
âH-huh?â
âWhen I got to my familyâs, I told my father I didnât want to court anyone. Well, not no one, only you. Thatâs why I was gone for so long, we had to get a bigger dowry put together. My fatherâs meeting with the king now.â He gets up, going around the table to you, and kneels on the floor so he can look up at you. Tears are already gathering in your eyes.
âI hope it wasn't too forward of me to assume you would say yes?â
âOf course, yes, you handsome jerk! I was so worried youâd come back engaged to some other woman!â You nearly fall out of your chair when you hug him and he laughs, standing up and easily lifting you with him, spinning you around.Â
~θĎθ~
 âSo, how does it feel to be a prince now?â Your fingers mess with the goreum of his white marital jeogori. Changbin smiles.
âIt feels better to be your husband.â You nearly whimper, resting your head on his shoulder and he chuckles. You thought he was sweet before, but youâre pretty sure youâll never want sweets again.
âI love you, so much.â He hugs you, strong arms feeling so comfy around you. Stepping back, your eyes flit over his face and down to where the fabric of his top stretches over his chest. Your fingers go back to the tie, and you pull on it, watching the knot loosen. Biting your lip, he watches with a cocky smirk as you grip the sides of his shirt and pulls them open.
âOh.â You sigh and he canât help but grin, looking away and clearing his throat to hide his giggle.
âEvery other woman is a fool.â You declare, gently resting your hands on his bare chest. As soon as your skin touches his, you whine, pressing harder, feeling the muscle under his skin. Changbin smiles like an idiot, loving how enthralled you are with him.
âC-can IâŚ?â You have a hard time working up the courage to ask the full question.
âDo whatever you wish, (Y/N)â He kisses your forehead and then his eyes widen, not expecting your next actions. You lean forward, kissing his collarbone, then whimper. You fall to your knees and lick a strip from just above his belly button to as high as you can, right at the base of his sternum. He shivers softly at your actions, fingers weaving into your hair.
âWhatâŚare you doing?â He huffs a laugh, bemused and slightly in awe.
âTasting~â You hum, kissing over his abs, then licking his stomach again. Youâve never acted so boldly before, but he isnât complaining at all.
âHm, sounds like fun~â He grins and what he does next makes you squeak. He easily picks you up, nearly slinging you over his shoulder like a sack, carrying you to your bed. You let out a puff of hair when he quite literally drops you onto the bed and he starts to untie the fasten of your sokchima. He gets frustrated quickly with the knot however and just tears it at the seam and yanks it off of you. As he tugs it off, the action flips you over onto your stomach and you barely have time to react before you feel his hands on your hips, his hot breath right against your cunt.
âC-Changbin?â Your breath then leaves you when he swipes his tongue up through your folds, the sudden intense pleasure instantly makes you dizzy. You had never even so much as touched yourself with your fingers, the lack of attention making you extremely sensitive.
âFuck, you taste so good, princess~â He groans, thumbs spreading your pussy open and he licks up from your clit to your entrance, then shoves his tongue in as deep as he can. All you can get out are gasps, as soon as you can get your breath back, he takes it away again.
âC-Changbin-! S-something feels- weird-â You heave out and he can feel your gummy walls pulsing around his tongue. The strange sensation kind of scares you, almost feeling like you need to relieve yourself, but feels so much better.
âYouâre gonna cum, princess, my princess~â He practically giggles, then sucks at your clit and you nearly scream as your climax hits you. Your fingers dig into the bedding, knuckles going white as your vision does. Your pulse races in your ears and the first thing you can hear when the waves finally die are Changbinâs near-giggles and your heaving breaths.
âDid that feel good, princess~?â He leans over you where youâre still face down on the bed, nearly fully laying on top of you. You whimper when you feel his fully hard cock press against you through his pants.
âT-thought I diedâŚâ You huff, then giggle softly when he laughs.
âYou taste so fucking good~â He whispers in your ear, and you whimper.
âPlease, ChangbinâŚI wanna taste you too.â
âNo you donât-
âWhat, why not?!â He gets off of you so you can roll over to glare at him.
âI promise I wonât taste nearly as good as you do.â
âHow do you know-â He cuts you off by gently cupping your jaw in his hand, thumb running over your cheek.
âMaybe one day, love, but right now, I need to fully claim you.â His voice lowers to a rough timbre, and you shiver at it.
âGet to the head of the bed.â He tells you and you scooch back to do so, watching intently as his fingers go to the tie of his sokbaji and the white fabric pools at his feet. Youâve never really seen a guy naked, the one time you kinda did, he wasnât even hard, butâŚ
âThatâŚwill it even fit?â You gawk at him, not in horror or disgust, but with genuine awe.
âWeâll make it work~â He smirk smugly, crawling on the bed over you. You huff when he pushes you to lay down then his strong hands go to your thighs, and he leads you to wrap your legs around his waist. You gasp a soft moan as he grinds his cock over your slick folds, a shine transferring to the skin of his cock, and when it slides over your clit, your hips twitch.
âThat feel good, princess?â
âYes~â He slides his cock over you a few more times, then drops your legs, pumping his hand over his cock, enjoying the glide your wet allows.
âLetâs get you ready for meâŚâ He leans down, sealing his lips against yours and you sigh, letting his tongue into your mouth easily. You moan into the kiss when his fingers slide through your folds, then he slowly sinks two of his fingers into you. It stings, but not so bad it hurts, just feels odd. As he slowly moves his fingers, he presses up against your back wall and all of the slight discomfort disappears, replaced with a wave of pleasure.
âA-ah-!â He pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still and he adds a third finger. His hooded, dark gaze skates all over your face and body, watching your breasts heave with your breath as he fucks you open with his fingers.
âWait-!â Your back arches, hands flying to grip at his shoulders, blunt nails digging in as his thumb flicks at your clit, the already intense pleasure spiking and you cum again. Changbin chuckles as he feels your tight gummy walls spasm around his fingers, and he helps you ride it out. He finally pulls his hand away from you once youâve calmed, breath still a bit heavy. You watch with hazy eyes as he brings his wet fingers to his mouth and obscenely sucks your essence off, groaning as he does it. With his still slick fingers, more from his saliva, he pumps his cock again and lifts your leg with his other hand and brings the head of his dick to your dripping core.
âChangbin~!â You whimper, hands reaching for him. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. As he starts to sink his fat cock into you, he lifts your other leg, and you once again wrap them around his waist. He goes slow, the searing heat stinging. He coaches you to breathe through it, and you wince a few times as he gets deeper.
âI-I donât- I-I canât-â You pant out and he shushes you, laying gentle kisses over your face, his thumb going back to your clit. The pleasure of his finger working you eases the pain of him carving into you and you keep breathing. He knows heâs bigger than most, and when he finally bottoms out, he swears he can see a slight bulge in your lower stomach, outlining where his dick sits inside.
âFuck, thatâs hotâŚâ He lets out a breathy chuckle. He feels your nails in his skin ease up and you move to wrap your arms around his neck, leaving behind crescents in his skin, but he by no means minds.
âYouâre doing so good for me, (Y/N). Youâre taking me so well, love, donât worry, itâll feel good soon.â Changbin whispers sweet things to you as your body gets used to him, he uses that as a way to distract him from the hot vice of your core. Heâs holding back so much so he doesnât just plow into you, he doesnât want- he canât hurt you. It pains him to see you even a bit uncomfortable, but itâs worse that heâs the cause of it, but he assures you itâll be worth it.
âY-you canâŚmoveâŚâ You whimper, hips twitching, and only a very slight burn is still present.
âIâll go slow, my love.â He kisses your cheek, his hand grabbing yours and as he leans down over you, his fingers weave through yours, holding your hands up by your head. You tighten your legs around him and he pulls out slowly, only an inch or two, and it feels like heâs sucking all of your air out of you. Your head swims, but the sharp burn only heats your body further. As he sinks back in, he grinds down into you, your clit brushing against his groin and you let out a sharp whiny moan, fingers in his tightening.
âDoes that hurt?â
âN-no-! P-please, keep going~â You whimper, and he smirks, knowing your starting to feel good as well. He slowly pulls out again, only a bit further, then sinks back in again, your pussy sucking him in letting out an obscene wet noise.
âYouâre so wet~â He chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours, nuzzling. You giggle breathily, then wheeze out another moan as he keeps moving, pace still slow. You appreciate him making sure youâre ready and used to him, but the pleasure is taking over fast, and you need more.
âChangbin, please, more~â You mewl, and his hands tighten their grip on yours.
âI donât want to hurt-â
âYouâre not, youâre not! I swear, please, need more-!â You nearly squeal when he picks up the pace, rapidly building. Youâre moaning loudly now, not able to hold back, and the wood frame raising the bed up starts to creak. His breathing is heavy over you and heâs grunting with each thrust, the fat head of his cock battering against your cervix over and over. Your cunt is so tight and hot around him, heâs starting to lose control, wanting to fuck you stupid. He originally wanted to make love to you, sweetly, but your tiny squeaks and fucked-out expression is tainting his thoughts. Something about your delirium and whimpers makes him want to ruin you.
Changbinâs fingers weaved through yours leave, and he instead wraps them around your wrists and pins your hands up over your head. He holds them there with one hand, the other going to your left thigh, and you gasp when he moves to hook your knee over his elbow, shifting the position so his cock somehow buries further into you, the fat head pounding your sweet spot.
âA-AH-!â Your entire body jerks and twitches, cunt spasming around him as you cum again, slick spurting out from you and he laughs.
âFuck, youâre just beautiful (Y/N), so fucking perfect for me~â He lets your wrists go, but you leave them over your head, mind foggy as you let out little whimpers with each of his thrusts. He hooks your other leg over his arm, leaning over you, nearly folding you in half and starts to thrust hard and shallow. Youâre air leaves you at the angle change and his hips stutter as your cunt clenches him tight.
âGonna fuck you full, (Y/N). Gonna breed you, fuck a baby into you~ You want that, yeah~? Wanna have my cum, have my baby~?
âYes~! Yes~ please, ah-!â Your cunt spasms again and he canât hold back anymore, getting as deep as he can and pumps your womb full of his cum and the rapid heat searing into you sends you over the edge as well.
As you both come down from your highs, he catches his breath faster than you do. He looks down at you with a soft smile, your eyes closed as your chest heaves, body limp on the bed under him. You hum softly when he leans down and kisses you, then hugs you when he pulls back, rolling over so youâre laying on top of him, his softening cock still sitting inside you. You feel yourself already starting to fall asleep as he rubs your back, kissing the top of your head.
âYou were loud, love~â He huffs a laugh, and you hum sleepily.
âCan I tell you a secret?â He asks softly and you hum again.
âI wanted to be gentle, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âIâve wanted you since the day we metâŚso I couldnât hold back anymore.â
âCan I tell you a secret too?â
âOf course, love~â
âIâve wanted you that long too.â
hwarang - a group of young noblemen that became somewhat like educated knights in the royal palace from around the 6th century to the 11th. Also refers to a member of the hwarang
nangdo - lowest members of the hwarang hierarchy and would form groups led by a hwarang
sangseon - training officer of the hwarang.
gukseon - a chief officer of the hwarang.
unni - older sister to a girl.
Gongjunim - formal address for a princess.
gongju - princess honorific.
chon - historical unit of measurement, close to an inch.
pong - also known as a bo stick used in martial arts, typically made of wood.
shinshi - designation for the ancient Korean hours of the Monkey which is about 3-5 pm.
aigo - kind of like an exclamation like "sheesh" or "geez", still used in modern times.
goreum - the ties that fasten the top of a hanbok.
jeogori - the top/shirt part of a hanbok.
sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment.
sokbaji - pants-like undergarment, mostly worn by women under their chima
