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BACK TO LIFE — Part 9

ONLY YOU BRING ME BACK TO LIFE

ot9 &team x fem reader

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18+. mature rating, read at own discretion. || not proof read

note — i realized it’s ‘nico’ not ‘nicho’ !!!!

another note — some of the information you read from witches i have gathered from google, inspired by books i read (e.g. the coven by harper l woods), or i made up!

the woods called for you. one step, two step, three. barefeet meeting the soft grass beneath. you looked straight ahead to the bundles of trees who seem to part to make a path for you.

at the edge of the woods, you found a tree. your right hand reach out, palm resting against the bark, the indents of the carved wood like braille to you. you took in a deep breath letting the woods speak to you.

noose. witch. hanging. fire. red eyes, fangs. staring into your soul. you gasp jumping back from the bark as if it had electrocuted you.

‘good to know you’re dreaming of me little one. or shall i call you little witch?’

that voice; deep, husky, taunting. familiar. you searched around above the trees, nothing to be seen.

‘show yourself you coward!’ you commanded. the green robe wrapped around your body, moving with the wind.

a deep chuckle came out. ‘fiesty little witch.’

a gust of wind felt behind your back, you whirled around meeting face to face with the man haunting your dreams.

‘ni-ki,’ you gasp. ‘what could you possibly want with me?’

he steps closer, threatening. ‘you know what i want.’ he charges at you, knocking you to the ground. hands wrapped around your throat, eyes turning red with hunger. ‘always wanted to know what the most powerful witch tasted like,’

ni-ki leans down, sharp fangs piercing your skin, a loud cry leaving your lips.

you shake awake, your face and stomach flat against—dirt?

“what the?” you ask yourself, sitting up on your knees, your shirt and sweats covered in dirt. you pick a leaf from your hair while standing to your feet, looking around.

you were in the woods. at the cabin. it sat still and quiet in front of you. you crept slowly towards the cabin while turning in a circle.

the trees rustled behind you. you stood still, sharp inhale of air as you waited for the vampire to pounce.

only it wasn’t a vampire, it was a werewolf. yuma.

“yuma?” you ask, narrowing your eyes, stepping forward to him. “how did i get here? did you bring me out here you jerk!” you screech accusing yuma of the worse possible scenario. maybe he wanted to get rid of you. maybe he had took you from the bed you were sleeping in to abandon you out here.

“calm down kit,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “no i didn’t bring you out here. i followed you.” yuma looked exhausted.

“followed me?” you choke, “you’re telling me i walked out here on my own? wearing this, while barefoot?” you look down to your attire then back up to yuma.

yuma nods. “yes, thats exactly what i’m saying. i got up to get some water and as i was walking down the hall and back to my room you walked past me. quietly. i knew something was wrong. you walked right by me, to the front door. i tried to wake you, but you were staring off into space.”

you furrow your eyebrows in thought, “i slept walked here?”

“have you ever slept walked before?” yuma asks.

you shake your head, but then nod, “i mean yes, but not since i was like, 16.”

yuma hums in thought. “you mean the age a witch usually comes to her powers?”

you shrug. “i guess?”

“i have a theory, but let’s get you back home. once they find you missing they’ll order a search party for you.”

“but they’ll notice you’re missing too, yum.” you point out. “maybe they’d think i just went out with you.”

yuma laughs. “they wouldn’t think you came out with me willingly, kit. with my wolf becoming a full blown adult, they’re worried i’ll hurt you.” yuma’s voice softens with a frown.

you reach up to cup yuma’s cheek, thumb caressing his soft skin. “i know you wouldn’t hurt me yuma. at least not knowingly.”

yuma sighs in content with your skin contact, leaning more into the touch of of your palm. he kisses it softly, eyes locked on yours. “my wolf is slowly becoming sexually aggressive, wanting to mate soon. and since your scent drives us crazy,” yuma takes in a deep breath, “you might not see me for a while.”

you whine, “why?” you shake your head. “i won’t allow that.”

“euijoo and fuma have already talked about it, kit. they don’t want to risk anything.”

“then i will unchange their minds!” you stubbornly say, taking your palm off of yuma’s cheek, a soft whimper leaving his lips. you smirk, knowing how to get yuma under control whenever he becomes bratty with to you.

“good luck with that kit.” he says, clearing his throat, embarrassed he showed his vulnerable side to you. yuma turns around and bends down. “hop on.”

you jump with a clap, “oh em gee, is mr attitude giving me a piggy back ride?” you tease.

yuma rolls his eyes, “hop on before i change my mind.”

you giggle, climbing on his back, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist. “why do you call me kit?”

“short for kitten. you’re small but feisty. kinda reminds me of a little kitten. you can be vocal when you want something.”

yuma begins the long walk through the woods, you comfortably resting against his back. “when did you become a werewolf? or how? how did you meet the rest of the boys?”

“most wolves are born not made. however i was made. jo was too. that’s why everyone is worried about our wolves becoming full adults. our genes aren’t meant to handle the change.”

“but you’ve shifted before?”

“yes; when someone is turned, it takes about a week for them to turn. and it’s absolutely painful. it becomes less painful for made wolves around that adult age—20 to 22.”

“how did you handle your first change?”

“not well. i cried for 12 hours straight.” he says and you gasp. “remember, our bones are literally changing. we’re growing fur. it’s not supposed to be pleasant.”

“who turned you?”

“so many questions, kit.”

“i’m curious and we have a long trip ahead of us, yuma.” you say, ruffling his hair quickly.

he huffs, “fuma is the one who changed me. k changed jo. i was 11, near the brink of death. both my parents had died in a car accident. i was supposed to die too that night.”

“oh i’m so sorry yuma.”

“no need. sometimes i think my dad was having a rough time since he just lost his job. i think we were in so much financial debt that he wanted to not only end his suffering, but all of ours.”

you held tighter to yuma, kissing his neck, feeling his body visibly shudder. “thanks for telling me.” you say whispering in his ear.

yuma snorts, “like i had a choice in the matter.” he teases and you laugh.

the rest of the way, you and yuma remain in a comfortable silence until you fell asleep halfway through the trip. yuma used his fingers to lightly pinch you awake.

“kitten, we’re home.” he announces. you nod against his back, not wanting to let go. yuma opens the front door, seeing all 8 of the remaining werewolves either pacing or sitting in the foyer.

“it’s 4 in the morning! where have you both been!” euijoo scolds. “we’ve been worried sick!”

“too loud juju.” you whine from behind yuma, waving your hand. you lift your head, chin resting on yuma. “i slept walked out of the house and yuma followed me to ensure i was safe.” you smile and hide your face back into yuma’s neck.

yuma swallows. “i should’ve woken one of you up, i know—,”

fuma holds his hand up stopping yuma. “no need to apologize or explain. the good thing is you both are safe. we hadn’t felt her in any danger, so that’s good.”

yuma nods with a smile. “where should i put her?”

fuma smirks. “your bed.”

k, euijoo, and nicholas protest. even maki does.

“what?”

“her sleep with yuma?”

“no way!”

“awe come on! he’s been nothing but mean to her, while i’ve been nice!”

“maki you will get your turn.” fuma chuckles. “it seems she’s already wrapped tightly around yuma, i don’t think we have an option.” fuma nods his head to yuma, towards upstairs. “we’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

yuma nods and walks to the stairs to his shared bedroom with jo and harua upstairs. the bedroom was big enough to fit three double beds.

they lost their bunk bed privileges when yuma broke one of the bunk beds out of anger.

he lays you in his bed near the window. they each also had up a divider to maintain some privacy.

the mansion itself had 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms. however, two bedrooms were occupied with junk the leaders really needed to go through. or at least convert the basement into separate bedrooms rather than a giant movie room with extra space filled with game machines they barely used.

yuma sits you on his bed, and quickly goes to the hem of your shirt, which woke you up and you slapped his hand away. “excuse you.”

“you’re not sleeping in my bed covered in dirt. you need a shower and new pajamas.” yuma says.

you tiredly roll your eyes but nod. you sleepily walk to the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes on the way there. yuma clears his throat, following you into the bathroom only when he knew the coast was clear and you were under the running water.

he leaves a shirt of his and shorts in the bathroom, shutting the door back to lay on his back on his bed. harua and jo would either bunk with one of the other pack members or come in later once they knew you both were asleep.

he was close to dozing off when he felt his bed dip beside him, your warm body immediately wrapping around his. leg thrown over his waist, head snug in his side, breath evening out.

yuma sighed, one part of him wanting to push you off, the other wanting to pull your body on top of his and just have you sleep that way. but he left it alone.

he kind of regrets wearing just boxers to sleep and being shirtless now as your cool hand rested against his chest. you felt his heart thumping, and smile to yourself knowing you could make him feel this way.

he may be a brat, but yuma was also a big softie.

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when you awoke, yuma was behind you, softly snoring into your neck. his leg wrapped with yours, arm draped over your waist. you smiled at the fact yuma was literally spooning you.

you relax into his hold, and it was then your eyes went wide, feeling his very obvious morning wood. you swallow, not daring to move. you didn’t want to provoke him. no not yet. you both had a good flow going on, you couldn’t ruin that right now.

you slowly and carefully try to move out of his hold, but yuma just grumbles pulling you back to his body, kissing the back of your neck. “not yet.” he groans.

“yuma—i, uh, have to pee.”

“hold it in.”

“yuma, i can’t—,”

“yes you can. especially since you actually don’t have to pee.” he chuckles, his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps rising.

“yuma—,” you begin but are cut off when yuma rolls his hips and and you let out an embarrassing moan.

“does my morning wood make you nervous, kit?” yuma teases.

“no it doesn’t. i couldn’t even feel it.” you say back.

yuma growls, and in an instant has you pinned on your back on his bed, him hovering over you. yuma is smirking, hips rolling into you once again, you biting your lip to repress a moan but fail as it slips and you roll your eyes.

“couldn’t feel it, huh?” yuma smiles. he takes your hand, tracing down his chest, abs, down to his v line, where the band of his boxers were. “why don’t you feel it then?”

should you? what if you both start something that can’t be finished?

you swallow, staring into yuma’s eyes who had a teasing smirk permanent on his face. “knew it, kit. you’re too scared.”

“no i’m not.” you say breathlessly, as yuma removes your hand from his body and sits up next to you on the bed. “i’m not scared yuma, not of you.”

you sit up on your knees, tugging yuma’s chin so that he looks at you. you lean forward capturing his lips with yours, and yuma immediately kisses back, tongue search for yours.

you move so you were straddling him, leaning further into the kiss, hands snaking up his bare chest to rest on his shoulders. yuma uses one of his hand on your back to hold you against him while the other hand roams your body freely.

you rock your hips against him this time, a low moan leaving yuma’s lips. “we—we can’t have sex; not yet, kit,” he says removing his lips but you just chase them.

you giggle, “who says we have to have sex yuma?” you lean back a bit, one of his hands still on your back, the other on your hip. you bite your lip, looking down at his chest, “you know, sex is overrated.” you kiss his lips, and lean down to whisper in his ear, “i think the real fun comes from a good make out and hump session.”

fuma grabs your face in his hand, eyes turning dark before clashing his lips with yours, slapping your ass. “get to riding.”

you smirk in the kiss, and begin moving your hips along his. his boxers you wore becoming stained with your arousal, his own boxers becoming stained with his. your folds rested perfect against his hard length, he leaned his head back for a moment to let out a low moan.

“so good yuma.” you say, moving your hips a little faster, “knew i could shut you up.”

he slaps your ass cheek again. “careful kit.” he smiles and leans in for another kiss.

and that’s how you both were for the next few or so minutes. breathing hard in each others mouths, sweat forming against the forehead, yuma helping you keep the pace against his cock, while adding pressure.

yuma grips your ass as you chase your orgasm, coming into his boxer shorts and he soon releases in his.

your foreheads come together, catching your breaths, smiles plastered on your faces. you kiss his lips, both hands cupping his face.

yuma pulls away, pupils blown. he smiles, “don’t think this means i’ll be nice to you.”

you laugh, “that’s fine. i know how to get you to behave now.” you say, your thumb tracing his jaw line.

“we should freshen up and get ready for breakfast.”

you nod in agreement. “sorry i ruined your boxers.” you say shyly, finger tracing his collarbones.

“no worries, i’ll make use of them.”

you slap his chest. “yuma!” he laughs and easily gets out of bed while holding onto you. “are we showering together?”

“only if you want, kit.” he says placing you on the bathroom counter. he walks to the shower to start it, hand reaching out under to test the water.

when yuma turns around, you are pulling down his boxer shorts you wore, the shirt already discarded. he rushes over to you, standing between your legs, the boxers you wore now hanging off a foot.

yuma’s nose touches yours. “maybe we should shower separately.” he says, trying to control himself. his hands grip the counter edges beside you.

you shake your head, brining him in for a quick kiss. “i trust you.” you wrap your arm around his neck. “let’s get cleaned up.”

the shower was quick, yuma helping you wash up, and you helping him. although you really wanted yuma in more ways than one, you held back, respecting his boundaries.

he was scared. he didn’t want to show it, but he was actually afraid of hurting you. there must be a reason. and not just because the boys say so.

with giggles, yuma wraps you in a fluffy towel, wrapping one on his waist. on his bed laid out an outfit for you. jeans, and a dark green sweater. you eye it suspiciously, eyebrow raised at yuma.

“we might be expecting guests if they want you covered up.”

you swallow, “do you think it’s—,”

yuma shakes his head, “if it was the vampires, we would’ve been warned and they probably wouldn’t have you join us.”

you and yuma both get dressed, and afterwards, yuma escorted you to the dining room. the fancy one.

it was a long wooden table, decorated with fine pieces of art, decorative pieces, and porcelain plates. the table was big enough to fit 14 people.

“do you all use this table often?” you ask yuma who stood behind you.

“not much. only rarely since euijoo and fuma are very selective on who we invite into our home.”

maki walks into the room holding some food to set on the table. maki smiles, “there you two are! euijoo wants to see you both in his office before our guests arrive.”

soon harua and jo walk in assisting maki in setting the table for brunch.

yuma intertwined your fingers, and pulls you to euijoo’s office. euijoo sat behind the desk, nico sitting on the empty couch in the corner.

“you wanted to see us?” yuma asks, and euijoo looks down to your adjoined hands, then smirks.

“nice to see you two finally get along.”

you hush euijoo. “if you point it out he gets scared!”

yuma rolls his eyes. “im just being on my best behavior since we have guests coming it seems.”

nico snorts, then covers it up by his hand. euijoo adds in, “that hasn’t stopped you before.”

“anyway—,” you say to get the attention off yuma before his mood goes south, “who are these guests?”

“madam jan, the lady we met at the shop. and she’s bringing in two of the asepa sisters,” euijoo explains.

“aespa sisters?” you ask confused.

nico nods from the couch, “aespa sisters are four powerful witches. they all of course have insane powers, but also a speciality. karina holds the power of reality warping, winter holds the power of the elementals, giselle holds power of memory altering, ningning holds the power of telekinesis.”

“like all witches on top of their speciality so to say, their main powers come from their key colors they associate with.” euijoo adds, “and they can explain it more, okay?”

“which witch is coming from the aespa sisters? as long as it’s not giselle; last time she promised to curse me.” yuma says.

you look at him with a pointed look, “and what did you do or say to her, hmm?”

“that doesn’t matter,” yuma waves off.

“he put wasabi in her food.” nico answers.

“she called me a dumb dog!” yuma defends.

you couldn’t help but laugh, yuma removing his hand from your hold. “whatever.” he says and walks out of the office. euijoo and nico shake in laughter.

the doorbell rings, and you suddenly feel nervous. you can sense the power that comes from the other side of that door, anxiously waiting to meet them.

euijoo grabs your hand, and pulls you towards the front door, nico not far behind.

the rest of the 7 werewolves are in the foyer, dressed nicely unlike their usual comfortable, sports attire. fuma also walks to the front door, opening it.

behind the door was madam jan whom you recognized, and two other women around your age, who you didn’t know, but for some reason they seemed familiar.

you heard taki groan in disappointment from behind, “aw man! i wanted to see what curse giselle would put on yuma!”

all of you bow, euijoo greeting the three women, “madam jan, karina, winter, thank you for coming.”

“of course! it’s great to see davina again!” madam jan gushes. the boys who weren’t at the shop looked confused.

“uh, davina is my witch name,” you answer to the confusion of the boys, looking around.

harua steps forward, “brunch is fresh and ready.”

“let’s eat!” taki says excitedly bouncing into the kitchen.

“good to know he’s still a ball of energy.” karina coos. she looks over to k, “please make sure he never changes.”

k smiles and nods politely. “don’t think he ever will.”

“sadly.” yuma sighs from beside you and you elbow him.

“wish you would change.” karina narrows her eyes, “i had to almost tie up giselle so she wouldn’t come. i don’t think she would curse you—she’d probably kill you.”

karina walks forward with madam jan and winter, while you held back with yuma and euijoo.

“does giselle not like spice?”

“she’s allergic.” euijoo sighs. “and she had a date that night.”

yuma laughs. “she blew up like a pufferfish.”

you remove your hold from euijoo, and step in front of yuma, “that was mean.”

yuma frowns. “well i wasn’t doing it to be nice?”

“you’re such an asshole.” you scoff and turn to walk to the dining room.

there were 13 of you total out of the 14 seats. on one side of the table from left to right was: fuma, you, k, karina, harua, and maki.

the other side from left to right was: euijoo, winter, nicholas, yuma, jo, and taki.

madam jan sat at the head of the table to fuma’s right, and euijoo’s left, while the other end of the head table seat was empty.

you all started eating first, before madam jan, karina, and winter spoke more about themselves as a witch. they confirmed there are colors most witches are tied to, where there powers usually originate from.

yellow (fire), green (earth), blue (water), white (stone), red (sex/fire). black witches dabble in dark magic.

but not every witch associates themselves with a color. most times the colors are used in witching schools to keep the students who powers are similar in the same dorms and classes.

“i heard someone here has a theory on something?” karina asks looking around the table and yuma sighs.

yuma begins to explain how he followed you as you slept walked. “she says she hasn’t done it since she was about 16. 16 is when most witches come with their powers. my theory is her mom has placed a spell on her that is slowly fading away which could be the cause for her sleepwalking again. it could also be the reason she hasn’t been able to tap into her powers.”

“didn’t know you had a brain on you.” karina jokes, yuma narrows his eyes.

madam jan cuts in, “what a wonderful observation, yuma.” she praises. “that could be very well the case, and since she isn’t around her mom, the spell or curse is weakening.”

you swallow. “what happens when the spell completely wears off?”

“your powers may either come slowly or all at once which can overwhelm you.” madam jan says, “either way be careful and be aware of yourself.”

“could i potentially hurt them or myself?” you question, pointing around the room.

“that is a possibility, yes,” winter says, “but if you’re one of the most powerful witches like madam jan says, then you’ll quickly learn how to use those powers and put no one in harms way.”

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the rest of the brunch went well, yuma quiet, but on his best behavior. you could tell something was up, but didn’t bring it up in front of anyone.

after brunch, yuma and jo excused themselves, going out for a run, taki and fuma joining them.

karina, winter, and madam jan said goodbyes, and that they would keep in touch, and for you to reach out with any needs.

you laid quietly in the media room, a movie playing on the screen but you weren’t paying attention. harua sat to your right, maki on your left.

“what’s bothering you?” maki whispers.

you look up to him. he had his arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing lines under your sweater on your shoulder.

you shake your head with a sigh. “nothing, just—,” you hesitate, “i’m worried about yuma.”

harua pauses the movie. “what about yuma?”

“he’s really scared to even be near me at times, it seems. like he’ll just lose control at any moment.”

“he’s just scared of hurting you. his wolf is becoming—,”

“i know that, but what proof is there, maki? he can be a brat, yeah, but not once has he ever showed any proof that he would hurt me. i think telling him he would be aggressive is making him worry.”

maki and harua sit in silence for a while. harua speaks up first, “the four oldest are just—careful, okay? there has been past times when a werewolf who is made becomes aggressive both physically and sexually when they’re attracted to someone, aka their mate.”

you swallow. “yuma is different, so is jo.” you defend.

maki tilts your chin so that you were looking at him. “you may think that, but remember, we are still beasts.”

“what’s going to happen to them?” you pout. maki traces your bottom lip oh his thumb.

“euijoo and fuma already planned to have them somewhere away from you so they won’t risk anything.”

“but where?”

“i can’t tell you that.” maki shakes his head. you cross your arms still pouting. you look over to harua, but he shakes his head as well.

“fine, i will ask taki when he returns!”

maki laughs. “good luck with that; they made sure to not tell him about the plan.”

you groan, and with a roll of your eyes, begin to walk out the media room, up the stairs to the main floor. “stupid boys.” you mumble.

“what are you mumbling about now?” euijoo asks as you reach the top of the steps. he must’ve just came out of the kitchen.

“juju, what’s going to happen to yuma and jo?”

“ahh,” euijoo chuckles, “not telling you that.”

“but—,”

“no buts.” euijoo cuts you off. he begins to walk to his office, water and snacks in hand. you follow him, hot on his trail, or shall you say, tail, and shut the door behind you.

“why won’t anyone tell me?” you throw your hands in frustration.

“we got to know you quickly; you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure those two aren’t shackled away.”

you gasp, “they’re going to be shackled!”

euijoo rubs his brow and sits in his chair, motioning for you to come next to him. you do, standing in front of him, as he grabs your hands after setting his snacks down.

“i can promise you, they will be fine, okay? this is not only for your safety, but theirs too.” euijoo explains softly. “i will make sure you can say bye to them before they go off.”

“how long will they be gone?”

“just a few days, okay? and they’ll be watched over carefully. bangchan and his crew will help. they assist with made werewolves all the time.”

euijoo rubs the back of your hands softly, holding you close. he pulls you into his lap in his chair so that you sat down, your legs dangling over one side.

“no more pouting, okay? i don’t like seeing you upset.” he kisses your cheek which causes you to smile.

“thanks juju.” you say in return, and lean down to kiss his lips. he groans into it with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist. you pull away, “you know, i’ve always wanted to be fucked against a desk.” you smirk.

euijoo laughs. “mhm, are you asking me to fuck you against my desk?”

“mhm, maybe,” you bite your lip seductively, playing with his shirt. “it’s been a while since you’d had me,”

euijoo holds you closer, but frowns, “i don’t want you to think we’re just using your for sex, darling. i know what ni-ki told you. that’s far from the truth.”

you cup his cheek in your left palm, “if i didn’t want it, i wouldn’t have asked.” you kiss euijoo lips once more, lips trailing down his jaw line, to his neck, before he whimpered from a soft spot, and your lips attached and began sucking to mark him.

euijoo leans his head back so that you had better access and was more comfortable. one arm was wrapped around your back for balance, the other tangled in your hair.

after feeling successful that you’ve marked him, you gave him a quick bite before pulling back, smirking at the deep, purple-ish mark. you kiss it tenderly, before pulling back.

“ah-ah, not so fast,” euijoo says as you go to stand, but euijoo pulls you back in his lap, so that you were straddling him. there, you felt the bulge in his pants.

you giggle and lean back down to kiss him. you quickly sink to your knees, unzipping his pants, and all euijoo could do was stare at you with a smile on his face, as you took him out of his pants.

you kiss his tip, before sticking out your tongue, licking up under his shaft, not breaking eye contact. you finally take him in your mouth, as much as you could. for euijoo, it was his length you had trouble accommodating. you took him as far as you could before your gag reflex kicked in, drool and slobber forming at the sides of your mouth.

euijoo once again wrapped his hand in your hair, a low groan leaving his lips. “so good for me. so glad you’re ours. only ours.” he growls. you work your mouth faster against his length, relaxing your jaw as much as possible.

euijoo assisted with the pace, but pulled you up when he felt himself coming close to coming in your mouth.

you whine at the loss, euijoo breathing heavily with a quick laugh, “no worries darling. i’m just not coming in that pretty mouth of yours.”

euijoo stands, pulling you up in a standing position, and sitting you on his desk, so that his cock was in perfect position to be aligned with your cunt.

he leans in for a hot kiss, quickly unbuttoning your pants this time, unzipping the zipper, and pulling them down your thighs and legs all without breaking the kiss.

his tongue searched for yours, his right hand ripping the pants from your legs, his left hand hooked under your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the desk.

he pulled your underwear to the side, your glistening cunt on display for him.

he gets down to his own knees, nose rubbing against your clit, before flattening his tongue through your folds. “so yummy.” he sighs in content, before his tongue poking through your hole, licking you up for what all you offered.

your head fell back, left hand going to grip euijoo’s soft dark hair, your thighs tightening around his head. euijoo continued to lick you clean, nose occasionally rubbing against your clit, two of his fingers easing into your cunt, a loud moan leaving your lips followed by a whine.

euijoo has long fingers that perfectly reached within your walls, and where you needed him most to get you to come.

while his fingers continued to work in you, he lifted his head, looking at you like you were a fallen angel. “darling, do you want to come on my fingers or cock?”

“co—cock, please euijoo.” you begged.

euijoo stood up, not removing his fingers, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. he removed his fingers, you looking down to where his mushroom tip now rested heavily against your clit, covering himself it’s your wetness.

he slowly pushed in, breaking the barrier, pushing within your walls, your thighs now tightening around his waist. “mhm, soooo long juju.” you sigh out. you pull him down to attach your lips, and he wastes no time to begin to rock his hips against yours. pelvis meeting each other, you removed your lips, and went to the other side of his neck to begin to mark that side. euijoo tucked his head into your neck, sighs and whines leaving his lips, being caught into your neck.

he pulled you as close to him as possible, bodies rocking against the wooden desk, slight creaking sound to be made, but mostly to be heard within the office walls was breathing, skin on skin, and occasionally the squelch of your cunt around his cock.

“juju—,” you whimper removing your lips from his neck.

“i know baby. go ahead and come for me.” he whispers in your ear. his thumb snuck between your bodies, rubbing quick circles against your clit, and soon you were gushing around euijoo’s cock, euijoo releasing quickly inside you as well.

you let out the filthiest moan mixed with small scream, your thighs shaking around euijoo’s waist.

euijoo slows down his thrusts, and when he pulls out, both of you whimpering at the lost of feeling. just a small bit of his come leaks out of you, you both smiling in relief. he tilts your chin up, kissing you on the lips.

you both jump when a knock is heard on the office door. “is it safe to come in, or shall i return later?” nicholas says from the other side of the door, and you could hear the teasing smirk behind his lips.

you both laugh. euijoo pulls up his boxers and pants and helps you with your underwear and pants.

“come on in nico,” euijoo says, and nico carefully opens the door, peeking in first, before coming inside the office and shutting the door in the process behind him.

he looks over you two with a smirk. “next time, i want to be invited.” you blush, hiding your face in euijoo’s shoulder. euijoo’s chest rumbles with laughter and he kisses the top of your head.

“maybe one day, nico.” euijoo says.

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you were sleeping between euijoo and nico when you sat up in bed unknowingly. nico and euijoo both remained deep asleep, as you maneuvered around their bodies.

your feet took you down the hall, and down the steps to the front door.

“not again.” a voice says, but goes unnoticed by you. yuma watched you carefully as you opened the door, and made your way to the woods like last time.

yuma follows you from behind quietly, to not startle you awake. chills combed his body as he watched you with ease walking through the woods, over tree stumps, avoiding any poisonous flowers.

miles later, you stopped in a different spot. in the middle of the tree-line, there seemed to be a circle outlined with dirt. you sat down in the middle on your knees.

yuma was confused, but again, didn’t try to wake you. he was curious to see what you would do this time. last time you hugged a tree.

your hands dig in the dirt, whispers of chants leaving your lips. yuma had no idea what words were leaving your mouth. but as soon as you finished, the vines from the trees moved.

they moved.

and the snuck around your body as if this time they were giving you a hug.

before yuma could react, a vine came up from behind him, snaked around his ankle, hauling him upside down.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he screeched and the vines from around you unwrapped themselves from you, you awaking from the sleep walk.

you look around confused, until you heard a familiar voice.

“WILL YOU HELP ME!”

you look up, seeing yuma tied upside down. “yuma? what are you doing?” you ask standing up from the dirt.

“oh you know, just, hanging around.” he huffs, crossing his arms. “can you just get me down!”

you look around, following the lines of the vine, before seeing where it was wrapped around a tree branch.

you easily unwrapped it, and heard a thud in an instant. yuma now laid on his back, staring up at the dark sky.

you walk closer to him, leaning over. “uh, sorry?”

“you will be.”

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