This all started because of a shirt that @potatomountain sent in a gc with them and my other partner, and it evolved into this lol. This is for you, Doom love <3
Pairing: Wooyoung x San x Yeosang
Summary: Wooyoung's birthday is tomorrow and he's been begging his boyfriends to spill on what this so-called "perfect" birthday gift is that they found for him. His boyfriends make him wait until his birthday to find out, and drama and teasing ensues.
wc: 1 620
Genre: Fluff
warnings: Wooyoung being a lil shit, biting, mentions of fucking, it's honestly Wooyoung being impatient and SanSang dealing with it
notes: the dividers and banner are made by @potatographics!
His birthday was coming up, and Wooyoung couldn’t be more excited, since San had said he had found the perfect gift for him. His boyfriend refused to spill any more details than that, despite everything that he tried. Even his other boyfriend, Yeosang, wouldn’t say a word about San’s present for him, which frustrated him to no end. Usually he could get him to spill the surprise, but even after biting his cheek, his last resort, the idol wouldn’t talk.
Which led to now, the night before his birthday, as he sat on the couch pouting. Neither of his boyfriends would tell him even the tiniest hints about what they got him, and Wooyoung was about ready to raid the house, because what could they have gotten him?
“Youngie, why are you pouting?” San asked, the buff man coming around the corner and sitting down next to him. His boyfriend pulled him onto his lap, and Wooyoung ended up straddling his legs.
“Because I want to know what you got me~,” the longer-haired man whined, looking down at his lover, who just pulled him down to kiss him.
“You’ll get your gifts tomorrow morning baby boy, it’s not that long of a wait, is it?” He asked, chuckling when Wooyoung nodded, telling it that it was way too long to wait.
“You have to be patient,” was all his partner said in response, before pulling him down for yet another kiss.
Some time later, they both heard the front door unlock and pulled away from each other, looking over towards the front door as they heard Yeosang before they saw him.
“I’m home! Where are you both?” Their boyfriend called out.
“We’re in the living room, come join us, Sangie-baby,” San called out in reply.
Wooyoung watched as the idol made his way to them, a soft smile on his face at sight of San holding him in his lap.
"Why are you pouting, love?" Yeosang asked, sitting down next to him, dodging Wooyoung trying to kiss his cheek. "And no avoiding the question by trying to kiss me," he continued.
"Sannie won't tell me what he got me for my birthday." He said, in a tone that said he was feeling bratty.
"You'll find out in about 12 hours, Youngie," San said, before Yeosang could reply.
"That's too long, you can't even give me a hint." He retorted, turning so that he could face Yeosang more, but also taking the chance to bite San's bare shoulder. The bite making San groan and his hand coming up to push Wooyoung away from him.
"You're really pushing my buttons, Wooyoung," he heard as he was pushed away.
"Well, if you'd tell me what you got me, then I wouldn't,"
Yeosang interrupted their banter, "Wooyoung, can you be patient and wait? I promise the wait will be worth it." The idol said, his hand reaching out to grab his chin and turn the longer-haired man's face towards his.
"Fine," he said, giving in.
"Good boy," Yeosang praised him, leaning in to give him a quick peck.
San also leaned in, giving him a kiss to his cheek, and Wooyoung smiled, getting both of his loves to kiss him one after the other felt like a mini-victory.
After that, the night devolved into them watching movies, Wooyoung having won the fierce battle of gawi bawi bo for the rights to choose the movies. He wasn't too mean, choosing movies they all liked. It seemed to work, ending up with San and Yeosang cuddling him, of course he was in the middle. Though he always likes to cuddle with Yeosang in the middle, then his partner can't avoid his affection. He thinks Sangie would argue that biting him isn't affection, but Wooyoung would beg to differ.
He must have fallen asleep sometime during their movie marathon, since the next thing he remembers is waking up in bed with his boyfriends. He found that San was holding him, his arm around his waist, and Yeosang was behind San, where his arm was over San's torso and his hand on Wooyoung's hip. He smiled at his sleeping boyfriends for a few moments, and then slowly turning around so he could look at his lovers. He reached up to softly trace San's face, trying not to wake his boyfriend up as he did so. For a few minutes, San remained sleeping, but slowly woke up as Wooyoung leaned in to lightly kiss his lips.
"This is a nice way to wake up," his boyfriend said, his voice rough with sleep.
"Me kissing you?" Wooyoung asked, knowing the answer.
"And you in my arms," San replied.
"It's too early to be sappy," Yeosang groaned from behind them, his head lifting up to look at them, squinting his eyes as he wasn't used to the sun coming in through the doorway.
"It's never too early," Wooyoung said, leaning over and biting his lover's cheek.
Yeosang pushing him away, and Wooyoung pouted as he did so, but let the blond go, laying back down onto the bed.
"San, please give him his present already." Was all Yeosang said after Wooyoung laid down.
"Fine," San replied, "Youngie, if you let me up you'll get your present right now." He said, looking over at the man on his left.
At the mention of his birthday present, Wooyoung practically threw himself off San, so his boyfriend could get out of bed. The Sagittarius was so excited he was almost vibrating, causing Yeosang to chuckle. San left the bedroom, his two lovers watching him leave, their eyes on his waist and, in Wooyoung's case, his ass.
San was only gone for a minute, coming back with a slim clothing box that he handed to his love, Wooyoung frantically making grabby hands for it until it was given to him. He pulled the top off, seeing a dark top with some writing on it, but he couldn't make out the words fully. He looked up at the two, feeling a bit suspicious at what the shirt might say. And he felt he was right, because they were both intently watching him as he opened it.
He slowly unfolded the shirt as he pulled it out of the box, reading the words on the piece of clothing. "Animal in Heat," he read the first line out loud, "Will Bite." He then looked up at his love, who was impatiently waiting for his reaction.
"Are you calling me a feral omega?" He asked, incredulous at the implications of the gift.
"Maybe." Was San's reply.
"You do bite. And you're the one who begs us to fuck you about 60% of the time," Yeosang chimes in, doing his best to hide a smile, but failing.
"I don't bite that much!" He protested, frowning and crossing his arms, holding onto the shirt with only one hand now.
He watched both of them raise their eyebrows, not believing his words. San pulled off his t-shirt to show off the many bite marks that Wooyoung had left on him recently, in varying stages of healing. He motioned to said marks, silently asking if this was proof enough that he bites quite a lot.
"Okay, maybe I bite sometimes," Wooyoung conceded, still downplaying his tendency to bite his partners.
"More than sometimes," Yeosang corrected him, "And I told you it was a perfect gift for you."
"Yeah yeah, you don't have to tease me over it. And where's the gift you got me?" He said, turning it right back on the blond.
"San and I's actual gifts are in the closet," Sangie said, pointing in the direction of their walk-in closet.
That was all he needed to hear, climbing out of bed and almost falling as his foot got caught on the blanket, racing for the closet. He tugged the doors open, revealing a section of the closet filled with an array of vintage Chrome Heart clothing and accessories that he immediately walked over to. He looked through the items before looking back over his shoulder, finding his two loves in the doorway staring at him fondly. Wooyoung tore himself away from his presents and ran at the two, wrapping his arms around them both.
"Thank you thank you thank you! You're so amazing, how did you get your hands on it all?" He said to them, his voice muffled as his face was smushed into San's chest.
"We've been collecting it since your last birthday, and storing it at the others' places so you wouldn't find out about our plan early." Yeosang confessed.
"They've been hiding it for you?! And no one ever got caught or told me?" He asked, looking up at Yeosang.
"There were a few close calls, Hwa-hyung almost didn't put away one of the pieces before you came running in the door. Thankfully Hongjoong-hyung distracted you while he hid it." San said, chuckling at the memory.
"Damn Joongie-hyung." Wooyoung said, not being serious. He and the others had worked hard to help keep this a surprise, and now all those times he was randomly intercepted made sense. He was thankful that they had helped his loves with this for so long.
"Are you satisfied with your present, my love?" His Sangie asked, and Wooyoung nodded.
"Very happy, thank you my loves." He said, looking up at them with love in his eyes.
"I'm glad. Now, shall we have some breakfast? The others will be over later to celebrate your birthday." San said, and the trio left for the kitchen, holding hands with the birthday boy in the middle. Sometimes being patient pays off, even if it's hard, Wooyoung thought to himself as he looked between his boyfriends.
Submission for @lapydiaries 2026 Summer event "Unexpected Journey"
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*Pairing: Hongjoong x reader
*Genre: adventure, romantasy
*AU: Demon, multiverse
*Word count: 1,969
*Warnings/Rating: 16+. Very slight body horror (a brief description), past manipulation, descriptive threats/thoughts of harming someone else.
*Summary: after wasting years with your ex, calling the wedding off a week before, you take advantage of the fully booked honeymoon you paid for traveling a whole continent. Your anger and desire to get back at your ex somehow got you pulled into another realm where a charismatic demon lord likes the idea of your revenge a bit too much.
*AN: normally i do longer ones and I really could have delved into this but for now I am happy with this. Honorary tagging someone i think will love this very much. Also, i finally wrote a piece off the iconic look above. I am complete as a Hongjoong simp writer now <3
*Tags: @yourfatherlucifer , @sanjoongie
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How the fuck did you get here?
That was the question, the answer one you would need to be open-minded to understand. More open minded than socially acceptable at least.
Because there was no way that they were human. Or that you were on earth. Not your earth at least. Not your realm.
How else do you explain the living walls that moved if you stared too long. How else do you explain this… pressure in the air that felt like it was seeping your soul out from your pores? How else do you explain… him.
You could almost write it off as some models or actors playing some sick and twisted game. Some method acting on an extreme scale. But there was just too much other-worldly for it to be true. There was probably even more that your human brain just couldn't comprehend right now. Maybe it never will.
The man—thing— on the throne was plenty of reason not to focus on anything else. You had been dragged to this stone like podium by 6 others, the red chains pinned to it, and then they stood equally on either side of the man on the throne. Black leathers and furs with chains and jewels of monochrome nature. Black smokey makeup like charcoal around his eyes and a cross on his lips to make him even more intimidating.
Well, the long black horns protruding from his temple and curved back much like his dark ash hair was another give away this man was not human.
He did not have to be staring you down and licking his lip like you were prey of his next meal. Or like you insulted his ancestors and was ready to skin you alive for it. Dramatic? Perhaps, but a situation for this called for dramatic thoughts.
A tall gorgeous man stood behind him peering down his nose at you with disdain, also in black leathers and furs. He had only one horn, smaller in size and almost dainty with how it swished back. The rest of his hair was pushed to the other side to accommodate the horn. It was that man that had found you, bleeding and lost in the most horrific forest you had been in.
Forest- much like the forest you had been in before coming here. But the old forests in Europe on the hiking trails that were supposedly save should not have led you here.
The supposed witch's spell book that you had been reading during a break… okay maybe that would have been the cause for this. That's on you for believing the it was just a fake tourist book in an old shop in one of the oldest most history ridden parts of the continent.
Also proves cursing your ex with the passage you read was more than just blowing off steam and appeasing your desire for revenge long enough to continue your supposedly wholesome hike.
While that might be the answer to how you got from one forest to the next, you never believed in magic or demons or whatever the fuck these men were so how could simply wishing harm for someone with an old book have you tumbling through that horrific black forest?
The man(thing) that had found you running through the black gooey vines and plants and choking on miasma(if you could call it that) leaned over to say something to the man on the throne. The other six hadn't moved a muscle, not even blinked, from their positions lining the stairs.
Whatever they were, the throne was pretty self explanatory. And for who sits on it. This man(thing) was a king of something. And you were probably his responsibility to handle.
You knew better than to think about asking for mercy. They did not seem like the type of people—or place— where mercy was a concept. It was probably laughable. If you looked like the devil incarnate, you probably would laugh in the face of a pitiful human asking for mercy too. Like looking at a cockroach squirming in chemicals as it's life is pitifully torn from it.
To your utter surprise, the first words spoken to you have nothing to do with death or mercy. "Who did you seek revenge on so deeply?"
Blinking owlish at the tall man that had spoke, your eyes were immediately drawn to the one on the throne who was now leaning forward, twisting his head as if he was trying to figure you out or like he was looking for the best angle to devour you. The look on his face implied the later. What sort of person grins like that? Like a madman who could tell things were about to get to his level of interesting. Chaotic.
Even if the one behind him spoke, you knew it was him that you were to reply to. By some… odd intuition. "Someone who deserves it."
"That's not for you to decide." One of the men(things) on the stairs barked out, narrowing their already fierce eyes on you. He was taller than the others, only equal in height to the man directly across from him, neither standing on the stairs but just before.
You glared back, your ire burning hot as you thought of the same people you considered friends take *his( side as if he hadn't done anything wrong. "That's not for you to decide either. I am the one wounded by him, not you."
"You insolent-"
"That's enough Mingi." The man on the throne spoke, silencing the room, even their breathing. "How did he hurt you? I see no scars deserving of what you wished."
"My scars-" you started, turning your burning gaze on the demon on the throne "-are of the heart and ego. A betrayal worth everything I wished upon him."
His grin somehow turned more wicked and wider, teeth growing sharp before your very eyes. "You were loyal to him?" You nodded. "But he was not loyal to you? Words, Darling, I want to hear the emotion in your voice as you recount his misdeeds."
And you did.
It was jarring how easily you opened up about your ex fiance. The man you gave much to. So many years of your life, promising your body, heart, and loyalty when you were still too naive to understand how much weight those carry. How his lies you dismissed because he, and your friends, all said it wasn't as you said. Their word against yours. How he made you believe yourself mad, that you were lucky a man like him loved you.
It took only one weekend for you to realize how much of a fool you had been. How you ignored stranger's concerns eventually because your pride demanded that after all this time, after all you had given him, that walking away would be the worst mistake of your life. It took just one weekend to realize that staying was your biggest mistake.
"The wedding was about a week out. One of my bridesmaids bragged while she thought I was drunk that she was pregnant with his kid, and that the money he made through me as my trophy husband would support that kid. And if I ever tried to stop it, that would just make me a horrible person for denying a child food." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I called the wedding off the next morning. Racked him with what debt I could of the event even though I paid for most of it. I was hiking through Europe since I booked it all as our honeymoon. Just me, felt like a waste.
"The real waste was all I gave him. I might be the fool who fell for it, but he's the fucking bastard that willing manipulated me. For that, he does deserve the things I curse him with. I can't get that time, that money, my dignity and self-respect back. I get to carry the scars of the wounds he left on my heart, the self-doubt he taught me is only mine to break. To make sure he never amounts to anything, that he loses all he cares for and suffers any time he starts to have hope, seems like a fair exchange. Doesn't it?"
You ended your long winded tirade with a matching tilt of your head to the demon on the throne. Because that's what he had to be. There were flashes, brief moments where the perfect pixie visage of his features distorted to one of horror. Bone and shadow.
He seemed to be feeding on your anguish over your ex. Seemed to devour your ire, maybe even encourage it with the way he leaned forward and motioned with two fingers for more.
Why you indulged it all was beyond you. If it was just because they were demons, that could be it. But you suspected it was because your pride was so hurt that you just wanted someone to be angry with you. Wanted someone to believe you when you said this man needed to be castrated and eat the detached junk. That he should vomit at the taste and choke on it.
"I like that imagery." The man on the throne said, pushing himself off the throne and making his way to you. You realized he was on the smaller side(compared to the others) and yet the energy rolling off him filled the room. Larger than life. "Let me offer it to you, your revenge."
He held his ring clad hand out, the tips of his fingers dainty but as if they were soaked in charcoal. You realized the chains that had bound you were no more, leaving you to take his hand should you wish.
Hesitating, you stared up at him with a look of skepticism. "What is the payment? I have given him much of my life that he does not deserve. I refuse to give more of myself in regards to him."
"Of course, he has given you plenty of reasons to doubt an offered hand. If I say that I will simply give you the tools to torture him for an eternity and all I ask is to watch? Would you believe me?" He tilted his head inquisitively.
You shook yours. "I need a how. Devil is in the details isn't it?"
He laughed, like a maniac giggle more than anything, almost cute in it's pitch. "Oh I really like you. Very well, we can argue the details later. How about we start with letting you enjoy a few days here for rest. After all, it is my fault you are here. I just liked the way your conviction tasted so much I couldn't help myself. It's so rare a witch's emotions entice me so deeply, or even reach me at all.
"Witch?"
"Oh… I have so much to teach you Darling. Come. You're on vacation. Enjoy it."
So you took his hand, letting him haul you up and against his chest. He was sturdy and soft, smelling like a sweet wine with just enough aged musk to be intoxicating. He chuckled as you unintentionally breath him in. "My name is Hongjoong by the way, and I am the lord of this realm."
"What realm is that?" You asked, watching as he brought your wounded palm to his lips, a pointed tongue flicking up to lick at the blood and wounds. You flinched at first contact, just to shiver at the feeling of his tongue between your fingers.
"One of the many demon realms you could say." He replied, voice suddenly heavy with something heated and husky.
It distraced you only for a moment before it hit: you were now "vacationing" in a demon realm. Huh. What a way to have a solo honeymoon.
🗡Summary: while you pursue a group of bandits, your captain's rut gets triggered, and even though your just a Beta, you take on the mantle of helping him through it
🗡Takes place in this world, with Alpha! Baron! Yunho x Beta! Servant! Reader
🗡Pairing: Alpha! Captain of the Guard! Wooyoung x Beta! Guard! Reader (f)
🗡Rated: 18+, Minors/ageless blogs do not interact (you will be blocked)
🗡Warnings: rut, dom! Wooyoung, sub! Reader, wooyoung slices at a tree, oral (f), shredding clothes (by way of hands and knife), abo dynamics: scent glands, scent marking, alpha commands, beta responses, partial shifting; sex without protection, knotting, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (darling), begging, degradation kink, pussy drunk, pleasure drunk, biting, creampie, stomach bulge, belly press
🗡Word count: 3,102
🗡Author’s Note: so i decided i really like this world and this came to me so im going to see if I can do all the members 🙃 wish me luck
🗡Divider by @cursed-carmine
“Captain!” You shout with urgency. “I found the bandits. Follow me, quickly!”
What you should have found was the captain of the guard slouched against the trunk of a pine tree, hat tipped downwards so he could enjoy his nap. Instead, the scene you discovered changed the trajectory of your evening.
Wooyoung is violently slicing at the tree with his sword. It isn't as if he got bored and decided to duel with the tree, no, it is as if he found the murderer of his dear mother and was enacting revenge. His normally poised and skillful swings are replaced with hectic chops.
“Captain?” You call out cautiously.
Wooyoung’s entire body stiffens as he woodenly turns around on the heels of his feet. “Darling, you shouldn't be here.”
You roll your eyes at your alpha’s ridiculous nickname. He called everyone darling, but it grated against you so much. You needed his respect, not his amusement. “Now is not the time, Captain! We will lose the bandits we've spent the week hunting. Sheath your sword and be done with this madness.”
Wooyoung swallows loudly, and a low whine escapes his throat. “As you wish.”
Your captain drops his sword and strode towards you with purpose. You yelp as he wraps his hands around your waist and drags you from your horse.
That's when you realize your mistake; your nose is flooded with scorched metal and burned caramel. Your alpha captain is trapped in his rut. Hence the violence, for he has no alternative. Until you show up.
His nose trails along your neck, stopping exactly over your scent gland. He breathes in deeply and growls without warning.
“I-i know you know I'm a Beta, Captain. No Omegas are allowed to be a part of the guard. Nor do they have the temperament for it.”
Wooyoung’s nose inches up a fraction, if only to allow his teeth to bite your pulse point. He didn't do it to break your skin; he did it to elicit a response from you. And respond you did. You melt in his arms, goo to run through his fingers. Your alpha captain knows exactly what to do to have you as putty for him to mold to his liking.
“Now listen to me, Darling. I need a favor from you. My rut isn’t scheduled for another month. So that means something brought it on early. And I've done nothing for the past week but sleep and eat and breathe around you. So you're going to let me sheath my sword in you so I can be done with this madness.” The fact that he felt the need to echo your words back at you was just plain rude.
“The bandits--!” You yelp as Wooyoung growls again, this time biting into the meat of your shoulder with a bit more force.
“We will still catch them, rest assured. I have the best tracker in my regiment with me.” Your chest swells with pride at the compliment. “But right now, if I am not inside of you, scenting you or you're thinking of other wolves, I will chop down this entire forest and all within it.”
“Sir.” You're having a hard time. This is beyond going against the rules. No Betas are equipped to handle an Alpha’s rut. It is practically forbidden to have a dalliance within the current social structure. But your captain is giving you an order. And your alpha demands you comply. You whine heavily with your confusion.
“It's okay, Darling,” Wooyoung coos. “I'll walk you through it. You'll spread your legs and I'll fuck you good and then my knot will plug you up. Simple as can be.”
“Yes, Sir,” You said despondently.
“I think I prefer Wooyoung while my knot plugs you.” The alpha licked where he has bitten, soothing the skin and making you shiver.
“Woo…” you begin to say his name weakly but whine as Wooyoung raises his wrist. Hesitantly, you rub your cheek against his scent gland there.
“There's a good little beta,” Wooyoung praises you. “Now--!” Wooyoung hoists you up so that you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist. “I need to be surrounded by your scent.”
You watch with fascination as his nostrils flare and his eyes flash with impatience. You bare your neck and let him bury himself there once again. He pushes your body up against one of the trees, his pelvis slowly grinding into yours.
“You smell like green apples,” Wooyoung divulges. “It's refreshing.”
Wooyoung practically smothers himself in your scent. As a Beta, you don't have strong scent glands, so Wooyoung has to work hard to breathe you in. He suddenly whines with need. “Darling, can I be inside of you now?”
“I--” You have a hard time speaking as another roll of Wooyoung’s hips has your mind melting. “I don't think I'm wet enough.”
“Not a problem,” Wooyoung announces, releasing his hold on your upper body.
With a quick hand movement, Wooyoung snatches one of the daggers from your belt and slices a convenient slit through your leather pants. His nose dives into your cunt, eager tongue licking through your undergarments. Your cunt cocks upwards, as Wooyoung’s nose knocks against your clit.
“If only I could let you ride my face,” Wooyoung bemoans his current rut-driven lust.
Instead, he rips your undergarments, and his tongue delves into your folds. You cry out, the feeling of his tongue on the most intimate parts of your body simply divine. Your hand curls into his hair, needing something to hold on, while your lower half becomes warm and mushy with pleasure. To give himself direct access, his thumbs hold your outer folds apart so he can apply his tongue to your clit with the accuracy of a man focused.
With his tongue flicking your bud with the right pressure and rhythm, you embarrassingly come undone fast for him--faster than even your own fingers have coaxed out an orgasm before. You shudder quietly against the tree, but Wooyoung is standing up with the speed of an Alpha.
Wooyoung gratuitously licks his lips. “Now can I be inside of you? I need you to say yes, Darling. My Alpha won’t accept anything less in my rut. Please?” Wooyoung whines, eyebrows furrowed and lower lip pushing out.
You’re still mid-comedone if you’re being honest with yourself, but a whiff of his metal and caramel combo floats under your nostrils, and your legs won’t hold you up any longer. You instinctually want to be on your back for this Alpha. “Wooyoung,” you whimper.
Wooyoung’s arms wrap around your waist and hold you aloft. “I need you to say it,” he whispers, diving his head back to the crook of your neck once again. His nose skims your sensitive skin, and he breathes out in a sigh. “This is nice, very nice, but my cock aches, Darling.”
Your breath catches in the back of your throat. “I need you inside of me too,” you whisper back.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung curses softly, biting down on his lower lip before spinning your body around to face the tree. The Alpha grips your hips, pulling them out far enough to his liking and then unlaces his breaches. He second guesses your stance, knocking your feet out further wider. “I’ll be so good to you, you wait. I’ll fuck you so well, you won’t even remember it’s against our code. It’s fine, everything will be fine.”
When his cockhead gently nudges your opening, you can’t help but clench down on absolutely nothing. Your instincts cry for you to be spread apart, to be speared and seeded. You needed that fullness that came from being filled with a cock and semen. You needed it as much as you needed air.
Your breaths come out in small puffs against the tree bark. “Are you really going to give me your knot?”
Wooyoung chuckles. “ ‘course I am. You really think I could fight that instinct to plug you up? I’m barely able to hold back my wolf and mark you permanently.”
Your throat seizes in fear. Wooyoung couldn't mark you as his mate! There were so many steps to go through, not to mention it would make a mess of the brigade you both work within--Wooyoung’s teeth dig into your shoulder and he bites deep enough to bring you out of your mind.
“That’s not the marking you were talking about,” You weakly joke.
Wooyoung groans in frustration. “You have no idea. How hard this is.” So instead, the Alpha slips right into you. He’s made you come with his tongue so it’s no problem to split you open with his cock. The both of you cry out as you get what you want.
“Aren’t you simply perfect for me? A good little Beta that gets loose after she comes on my tongue. Easy for me to fuck and fill up.”
Your own hands semi-shift into claws, and you make marks into the tree bark. “I’m not--that--easy--!” You pant.
Wooyoung chuckles again at your protests. “You’re so fucking easy I’m having a hard time believing you’re one of my guards and not an eager little whore that wants the Captain of the Guard’s knot.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the mention of his knot. “They whisper… you know.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve encouraged it. Do you know how much it benefits me in society for it to be common knowledge that my knot is one of the harder ones to take? How whores and courtiers alike have fought tooth and claw to be the one to take it? The amount of Omegas--”
The ‘o’ word causes you to whine in distress. Wooyoung licks a long line up your neck in reassurance. “I don’t need an Omega. Who caused my rut to come early? A certain guard who smells like crisp apples.”
Wooyoung’s cock thrusts up into you pretty deeply at the angle he’s acquired and makes you push back against him. That’s all Wooyoung needs. He takes off to the races, pace brutal as he fucks you from behind. And that’s when you feel it.
“Wooyoung…”
“Oh, you’re going to take it so wonderfully, don’t worry, Darling. I know it.” Wooyoung grunts as his knot swells and starts to catch against your hole. “This is my favorite part.”
Your whole entire world narrows down to the swell of this Alpha’s knot. With each thrust, it pulls at your hole, stretching you to your limit, until finally Wooyoung’s thrusts are shallow.
“Fuck. My knots going to pop, oh fuck, it’s going to feel so good, take me, Darling, fucking take it!” Wooyoung cries out as his knot reaches it’s full potential.
You scream as it pushes against your walls and effectively locks into place with your body. Your orgasm washes over you, like pleasure you’ve never felt before. Wooyoung’s seed comes next, filling you as he moans into your ear, coming so much that your womb is full of his cum.
Slowly, tiredly, you two sink to the base of the tree, Wooyoung collapses against your back. Tiny whines escape the back of his throat. “So good,” he says, checked out completely but for his pleasure.
“Captain?” You hesitantly call out to him, unsure if you can take his entire weight until his next rush of rut hits.
He slurs his words, sounding drunk. “ ‘s fine. I could carry ten of you if I needed to.”
“My face hurts,” you admit.
Wooyoung growls. “I already sliced it to pieces. You'd think it would have learned its place already.”
You can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of that statement. Wooyoung, with the strength he had just boasted of, sweeps his arms under your legs and carefully turns, crisscrossing his legs and keeping you in his lap. His back is so the tree now, and he assumes his press of his face against your shoulder.
“See, isn’t this nice?” he mumbles.
“Calm before the storm,” you quip, well aware this wasn’t the end.
“Careful, my Beta, or I might just mark you out of pure adoration,” Wooyoung mockingly threatens.
“Sir, you can’t!” You protest one more time.
“Shouldn’t I reward you for enduring my rut?” Wooyoung argues. HIs tongue traces your scent gland. “I could do it when you come around my knot again. The perfect blade of pleasure and pain. And then you would be mine. All mine.”
“We can’t,” You emphasize.
“If you--” Wooyoung swallows his tongue because clearly you have an adverse reaction to hearing ‘Omega’. He tries again. “If you were anyone else, if we did that, it would be celebrated.”
Your shoulders droop. Wooyoung isn’t wrong. Alarm bells go off, however, when you feel Wooyoung’s incisors flirt with the sensitive skin of your neck. “Captain!”
“What did I tell you about calling me by my given name while my knot is currently plugging up your perfect cunt?” Wooyoung growls.
The vibrations echo through your body, and your wolf responds by craning your neck even more and whining. “Wooyoung, you already own me at this moment.”
Wooyoung seems to be pleased by hearing that, so his teeth remove themselves from your neck. “Don't I?” He purrs. “How lovely it feels to have you wrapped around my length at my convenience.”
You feel said cock stirring inside of you. “Speak of the devil,” you mutter.
“Don’t be so harsh to the instrument that just made you come so hard, Darling,” Wooyoung admonishes you. “Or do I need to prove to you again just how dumb you come for my cock?”
To prove his point, Wooyoung flexes his abdomen only slightly. His cock moves and you gasp as his knot unswells slightly and his seed spills from your hole. You quickly clench down your inner muscles and Wooyoung groans in response. “Does my pretty Beta not want my cum to leave her loose hole? How quaint.”
“I simply do not want a mess!”
“Too late for that,” Wooyoung chuckles, and then he maneuvers you once again.
Your hands and knees touch the soft loam of the forest floor. To be in this position, vulnerable to any eyes or ears that may come across you with your captain, it makes your chest and neck heat up. Regardless, your back arches in response.
“So eager despite that mouth that insists on tradition,” Wooyoung muses. “Perhaps society has it wrong. Perhaps Beta’s are made for breeding just as well as the others. We are all wolves, after all.”
“Will you just fuck me already?” You say gruffly. Wooyoung doesn’t need to know that his proclamation made your heart skip a beat. Your wolf preened at Wooyoung’s praise.
“So greedy for my knot again, Darling? I’ll gladly give it to you. You just have to ask sweetly. I have delicate sensibilities.”
You sigh heavily. Your captain was a whole other breed of wolf, truly. “Wooyoung, please, stuff me with your knot again. I want to scream your name for the whole forest to hear again.”
“Hell yes,” Wooyoung hisses. His fingers dig into your hips with renewed fervor, and he begins to move inside of you again.
His knot teases your walls as he cock rushes to plunge in and out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you begin to pant as your cunt drips with Wooyoung’s first load. The noise coming from your cunt is absolutely obscene with the added lubrication.
“The second time is always the best,” Wooyoung moans loudly. “Listen to you, Darling? Not only are you so warm and loose for me and my fat knot, you’re full of my cum. So wet and inviting for more of my rut. Such a well-versed Beta in Alpha procedures.”
Wooyoung’s dirty words are despicable, but you don’t have enough pride left. It was shredded with your pants and underclothing. All you can do now is meet Wooyoung thrust for thrust, as his knot starts to swell faster this time. Your pussy is looser now that it took his knot, and so you get the satisfaction of feeling that pop of it pushing past your inner lips again and again.
“Feels so good,” You cry as your ass slaps against Wooyoung’s flexed pelvis.
“That’s right, you enjoy that knot, Darling. It’s all for you. It will only be for you. The courts will cry when they hear this knot is reserved for one Beta and one Beta only. For this is only you after this rut.” Wooyoung lowers his voice, if only to queue you to focus even harder on his next set of words. “Whether you accept my mark or not, you are mine.”
You swallow, your throat tight and raw. This is your captain and yet… Nothing about this feels wrong, innately. Your wolf is ready to roll on her back and show Wooyoung her tummy. You have no more resistance left in you.
With your pussy clamping down on Wooyoung’s knot, it fully pops once again, plugging you as Wooyoung fills you with even more cum. This time, you feel an odd sensation in your lower half. A hand presses to where that sensation is and you come a second time.
“That’s my Darling,” Wooyoung coos. “Cunt fluttering around my knot and cock, womb so full of my seed that her stomach is extended. There’s nothing more beautiful than that.”
Your shoulders heave as the second climax takes your breath away. This pleasure is truly like nothing you have ever experienced. You have a feeling that even though Wooyoung is claiming you, there is no moving on after you have been knotted. You would become knot-sick, something that seemingly only claimed Omegas.
As if Wooyoung senses your thoughts, he leans against your back and bites into your shoulder teasingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you fed on my knot plenty. You’ll be full.”
You groan as his hand presses against your stomach once again, causing that odd sensation that is oddly pleasurable. “You’ll be my ruin, Jung Wooyoung.”
“Honestly, I’m insulted you hadn't said that earlier,” Wooyoung pretends to sulk. And the following cackle as his own tease echoes louder through the silent forest.
You have no idea if there would be any chance in bringing in the bandits that you had been tracking for a week, but you aren’t quite sure there was anything left in you to care at this point. All you are thinking about is how long until this current knot might deflate and what position Wooyoung is going to take you in next.
🛰Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)
🛰Genre: action, romance
🛰Au: sci fi, soldier
🛰Trope: who hurt you
🛰Word Count: 954
🛰Rating: 18+, MDNI
🛰Warnings: physical violence, mentions of low self-confidence, mentions of behind the back talk,
🛰Summary: when Hongjoong sees you after a physical fight, there's nothing stopping him from giving as good as you got.
🛰Author's Note: This is another comfort fic. Hongjoong may not burn the world for you like Wooyoung, but he would definitely never let any injustice against you go unpunished
🛰divider by @cursed-carmine
“Where are they?” Hongjoong said so quietly that it was almost discernible if you didn’t hear the barely-withheld rage beneath the words.
You put both hands on Hongjoong’s arms in an attempt to calm him down. “I started the fight,” you argued.
Hongjoong grinned, slow and maniacal. “Well, I’ll end it then.”
“Hongjoong.”
He shook his head, almost as if he was looking to shake your mental hold on him. “No, do you see yourself right now?”
Your tongue moved up to lick the blood that was flowing from your nose. You had caught a glimpse of yourself in the windows of the common travel tube that circled the space station. You looked like you had the shit kicked out of you. “Yes, and I earned it.”
You watched as Hongjoong’s fingers curled into his palms, still signs that he was holding back his full anger. “I will return it twofold to them,” he vowed.
You snickered under your breath. “Jongho doesn’t look that much better right now. I highkicked him so hard in the chest, he barely could breath after--”
You realized your mistake belatedly. You had let the person’s name slip that had beat you up. You shot out your arm to stop Hongjoong but he easily dodged out of your grasp.
“Shit,” You cursed and ran after him.
Unable to keep up with a man on a mission, you arrived too late. Jongho was already on the ground, blood streaming from a wound on his head.
“Get up,” Hongjoong crooned lowly.
Jongho’s venomous eyes moved towards you. “You just had to involve him, didn’t you?”
Hongjoong’s hand snapped out, gripping the front of Jongho’s shirt. “I’m your opponent right now, or did you forget that after I headbutted you?”
Jongho brushed the back of his hand across his lips. “Look, I have no quarrel with you, Hongjoong.”
“That’s too bad for you, because I’ve one with you,” Hongjoong said before he roundhouse kicked Jongho in the head again. “Now stand up and fight me. I look forward to grinding you into a pulp.”
Jongho stood up and they squared off. Jongho was calm and collected, one of the best fighters on the spaceship. He began to bob and weave, boxing with Hongjoong. In contrast, Hongjoong was pulling more mixed martial arts, adapting and combining moves and strategies from his mind. It was muscle memory versus brains. Jongho did not let Hongjoong beat the shit out of him. Not that you had, but Jongho seemed more determined to keep his head about the boiling water that was Hongjoong’s temper right now. Hongjoong, on the other hand, shouted and spewed barbed words at Jongho. It was actually calm versus enraged.
“Eat this,” Hongjoong sneered, knocking Jongho out cold.
Another soldier or two checked on Jongho, looking to drag him to the dearest med-bay. Hongjoong turned, shit-eating grin triumphant on his revenge. “See?”
Your arms were crossed under your chest. Hongjoong’s determination melted a little. “What?”
“Do you know why I started a fight with Jongho?” You said.
Hongjoong worried at his lower lip with his teeth. “No.”
“No,” You confirmed. “Because you let your anger get the best of you and you didn’t even bother to wonder why I started a fight with Jongho.” You turned your head stubbornly away from the man that had just dragged your pride through the proverbial mud. “How am I going to prove anything if you keep intimidating others on my behalf?”
“Darling,” Hongjoong said in a sing-song voice, rushing to your side, and cradled your head between his bloody-knuckled hands. “I can’t help myself.”
“Do you only see me as someone to protect? Do you not see me as an equal?” You couldn't help but wonder.
“Of course not,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “Never.”
“Then why?” This time this sentence came out with a slight wobble. You couldn't help yourself.
“Please, please don’t cry.” Hongjoong pushed his lips to yours, his only strategy to distract you. “I can’t stand around and do nothing when you look like you were tortured. I can’t. My heart burns for you, it melts in the middle of my chest right now, just because you sound like you’re hurting.” Hongjoong peppered you with kisses again; as if they had healing properties, and they could shoot straight to your bruised heart. “Please, don’t cry, my darling.”
You put a firm hand on Hongjoong’s chest and pushed him back. “Look at me, Hongjoong. I asked for this. I wanted to pit myself against Jongho. He’s been saying some shit about me.” Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared in response. “No, don’t you go and find him again, listen to me. I threw myself into that fight. I needed to know where I stood. And as it turns out, I’m nowhere near good as you or him. So I’m going to continue to throw my skills at the walls of other soldiers. You’re going to find me like this more and more.”
Hongjoong pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes but you could see his smile. “Then Jongho will have to continue to meet my fists. And my feet. And my head.”
“Hongjoong,” You said it with the fierceness of all your pride.
“My darling,” Hongjoong breathed. “As I must accept that you will throw yourself into harms way, you must accept I will throw myself in harm's path. I will never let you bleed without harming that which hurt you.”
You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose. “Well, I guess we should clean up then. I'm sure the med-bay is already having enough to deal with with Jongho.”
🕯Pairing: Incubus! Song Mingi x Caster! Reader (f) x Tiger Shifter! Kang Yeosang x Necromancer! Choi Jongho x Earth Elemental! Jeong Yunho
🕯Genre: Smut
🕯Au: Supernatural
🕯Trope: poly
🕯Inspired by Morgan B. Lee's Cursed Legacies world
🕯Rated: 18+, MDNI
🕯Warnings: battlefield descriptions killing the Undead, dismemberment, bodies squishing, imagery of bodies being shredded, the violence is real it's a battlefield, lots of sexual innuendos, oral (f), sir/brat dynamics, dom! members/sub! reader, voyeurism, masturbation(m), tasting yourself on your matches tongue/kiss, sex with no protection, there is NO mxm, orgasm denial, clit play, cum as lube, cum play, sloppy seconds (and thirds and forths), slight degradation kink, overstim, oral (m), eiffel tower between the twin towers (duh), mingi's into dacryphilia but it doesn't happen in this fic, face fucking, begging, aftercare, oral kink (f), orgasm upon demand
🕯Word Count: 2,354
🕯Summary: after fighting Undead on the frontlines, brutally taking out your enemies, it's only fair you enjoy the fruits of your labours. aka the bodies of your four matches.
🕯Divider by @cursed-carmine
At the front lines, it's all fun and games until an Undead touches you. “Touches you” isn't quite the right term.
“Did it bite you?” Jongho demands with gritted teeth.
Yeosang in tiger form snarls as he launches himself at said Undead. I’ll maul him to death, his quiet tone echoes in your mind through your bond.
The Undead loses its head as Yeosang’s powerful jaw descends over it and wretches it off.
Two three story slabs slam and grind together as a group of lesser Undead become…
“Zombie ground meat?” You pose to your earth Elemental.
Yunho tosses his head back as a belly laugh escapes him. “That’s a good one, Pretty.”
Mingi sends a wounded look, one minute in Limbo the world of dreams, and the next snapping into existence by your side. He grabs your arm and exhales. “How dare you let anyone harm your beautiful limb?”
Only I’m allowed to bite you, Yeosang reminds you.
“Can we focus on the task at hand, please?” Jongho barks.
His fingers darken with his necromancy as he pulls life from nearby plants and dark tendrils race across the battlefield. A lake pools around more Undead and they are shredded to pieces in an instant.
Mingi pulls you to his body tightly. “Close your eyes, Dream,” He whispers.
Travelling through Limbo makes anyone other than an incubus or succubus mad. You gladly push your head against Mingi’s chest, close your eyes, and your match transports you away from the battle to a more advantageous spot.
“Be my good little keeper and maintain our battle strategy from up here, ‘kay?” And with a gratuitous wink, Mingi flings his arms wide and falls backwards from the clifftop he had transported you to.
You run to the lip of the cliff just in time to see Mingi wink out of existence and back to where your other matches were.
“Show off,” Yunho rolls his eyes.
“Can we all focus on ruining the Undead so we can go home?” Jongho barks.
Sir, yes, Sir, Yeosang says sassily before he’s snarling and launching himself at another Undead, ripping this one's arm off first this time.
You send a hex that gathers a few Undead together like catching fish in a net. Except the net cuts through all their flesh and leaves them in perfectly symmetrical cubes.
“Much better,” Jongho says with satisfaction. Several Undead are simply undone as the necromancer unravels the threads of their existence.
Yunho’s eyes swing towards your high-ground position. “That’s because our Keeper is perfection on legs.”
Mingi smirks. “I prefer those legs around my head.”
Jongho laughs in embarrassment. “Focus!” he yells instead.
Mingi sighs, sweeps some hair off his forehead and then begins to pull Undead into Limbo, one by one, teleporting to a high height, only for the Undead to drop and crumble with a bone-crunching noise.
The faster we finish, the faster you’ll finish, you send to your entire quintet.
Suddenly, the battlefield is a fury of men killing, with even more fervor than before. Yunho is creating sinkholes that swallow legions whole. Jongho controls the Undead and they rip into each other. Yeosang is using his claws to slice through sinew to disable the Undead, growling with fierceness.
All with the exception of Mingi. His eye is on the prize. Your incubus match appears at your side once again. His shirt’s lost an extra button--no, scratch that--he’s got no buttons, only the fabric tucked against his stomach holding it from flying open in a light breeze.
“Like what you see?” Mingi flirts with you. “I’d say take a picture but those don’t do me justice.”
You wrap your arms behind Mingi’s neck, drawing him closer to you. “Why are you here and not taking out more Undead, Dreameater?”
Mingi shudders delicately at your petname. “You know I fade into nothing without kisses from my Keeper.”
“The only sustenance you require are dreams, Mingi.”
“That’s not true!” Mingi protests, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I also need your cu--”
“Mingi, you son of a nightmare!” Jongho shouts from his place on the battlefield. “Why do you always play dirty?”
He plays to win, Yeosang replies solemnly. The tiger shifter launches himself from rock to rock, arriving second to your spot on the clifftop. He shifts back to his human form, nary a stitch of clothing on him of course. His muscles gleam in the moonlight. “As do I,” he finishes.
Yunho forces the ground to spring him upwards to bring his body to the top of the cliff as well. “Just finish the rest off and join us, Jongho,” the earth elemental yells cheekily over his shoulder.
You laugh silently as Jongho curses loudly, the last to join. Shadows flow almost like an escalator until he steps lightly to the top of the cliff. “You are all dicks,” He sniffs, insulted that he's the last man standing. “I should report you.”
You gently break out of Mingi’s hold and move to console Jongho. “Don’t be angry, love.”
Jongho melts at your words but then his eyes sharpen down at the bite mark still on your arm. “Why didn’t you heal yourself?!”
“Oops.” With a wave of your hand, green magic emanates from your fingers and soon the bite mark fades away.
Jongho crosses his arms over his generous chest. “You’re going to pay for that.”
You squirm slightly. Yunho laughs at the sight. “I think she likes the thought of that.”
Jongho wipes his face tiredly. “Brat.”
Yeosang pulls your arm up and huffs at it, smelling no rot or infection. He promptly licks your arm, eyes rolled up to watch your reaction. He groans when he smells your arousal instead. “Heart,” he says, his voice tight.
“I’m thinking of that tongue in other places.” You press your lips inwardly.
“Teleport us out of here, Heart, before I take you in the battlefield,” Yeosang growls.
“That wouldn’t be the worse place we’ve fucked,” Yunho shrugs. Jongho eyes him in disbelief. “What? It wouldn’t be! Remember, there was the blood-drenched castle full of vampire traitors we killed and then Mingi--”
“I want a bed, please,” You beg with your eyes as well. All your matches smile benevolently. Each grabs onto each other, and you teleport everyone back to the cottage you call home.
Your quintet has been posted near the Divide to battle everything the Entity spits out from time to time. You fight to keep the humans safe and the other Legacies enjoy their comfy life. Luckily for the five of you, you all enjoy a good battle, so it’s your pleasure to do so.
But if you’re not busy wiping the Undead from the mortal plane, you’re usually fucking each other’s brains out.
It’s not long before Mingi’s proving his point, licking your cunt like he requires it to remain alive. Jongho’s stroking his cock in time with Mingi’s tongue, eyes hooded and taking in every shake of your thigh and gasp that escapes your lips. Not that you’ve got a lot of room to gasp because Mingi suddenly moves up your body to exchange a kiss.
Do you taste yourself on my tongue? Mingi sends through your bond. You’re so fucking sweet.
Yeosang takes Mingi’s place, replacing tongue with cock. Your head tosses back as Yeosang enters you. “So fucking wet, gods, I don’t even have to fight your sweet cunt for room,” Yeosang’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
Yunho pulls off your nipple, leaving it covered in his saliva. “Pretty, are you going to come around Yeosang’s cock?”
You swallow hard and nod down at Yunho. He smiles happily and then descends on your other nipple to cover it in his spit and tease it into a stiff peak.
“Don't let her come yet--!” Jongho moans loudly and you get to see the necromancer come all over his fist. His jaw is on display and his chest heaves, thighs spread comfortably.
Mingi releases your lips to frown at Jongho. “Did you really just come before our Keeper?”
Jongho’s face heats up and he avoids Mingi’s accusing gaze. “How am I supposed to hold back when I’ve got that bounty to view?”
“Shit, Yunho, you should--”
Without another word from Yeosang, Yunho sucks on his fingers and presses two onto your clit. “Squeeze Sangie for all he’s worth, okay, Pretty? He's having a hard time holding back.”
Yeosang sends an unfriendly look to the earth elemental before he makes the most beautiful cum face you have ever had the honor of beholding.
“You’re beautiful,” you say in awe.
“No, Heart,” Yeosang breathes shakily through his come-down. “You’re the beautiful one.”
Yeosang pulls back, only for Yunho to gently turn you around, so you’re on your hands and knees now. He pushes Yeosang’s cum back into you as his cock enters you from behind. “Nothing’s better than this cunt once she’s been used and abused. So warm and wet after you’ve been fucked well.”
You bury your face into your arm, partly from embarrassment at Yunho’s dirty talk and partly because you’re trying to endure your sensitivity.
“It’s too much!” you whine.
Mingi draws your upper body so that your arms straighten up and you’re no longer head down ass up. His large hands cup your face tenderly. “You can take us both, right? I know you love your oversensitivity, don’t lie, Dream.”
Like a good, obedient Keeper, you open your mouth and Mingi slips his cock against your tongue. You savour the weight of it as it slides along your tongue and then pushes at your tender throat.
Mingi lifts an eyebrow in question towards Yunho. “Slow down, Loverboy. I want to fuck her face. She can’t focus on her breathing if you’re rearranging her guts.”
Yunho’s grip on your hips lessons as his pace moves to treacherous pace. “Whatever, just make sure she doesn't choke this time. Yeosang almost killed you when you brought her to tears.”
“But her tears are just so pretty,” Mingi coos mockingly down at you.
Please fuck my throat, you plead. Your entire quintet groans loudly as you send that through your entire bond by accident.
“Fuck, Dream, you know I’ll give you exactly what you want, you don’t have to ask,” Mingi says gruffly before gripping your head between both of his palms and does as you command.
Yunho fucks you without any care in the world, caressing your ass, hips and lower back as Mingi roughly face-fucks you. For a time, the only noise in the room is the wet noises of your throat being fucked before Mingi is crying out and spending his seed down your throat.
Mingi falls back, ringed hands running absentmindedly over his chest. “Fuck, Dream, you’re always exactly that. My type of dream.”
Yunho draws your upper body so that your back is flush with his chest. “Pretty, you know I can’t come unless you squeeze me tight,” he murmurs against your shoulder, placing an open-mouthed kiss there.
“I don’t think I can,” you admit.
Yunho pretends to gasp in insult. “You don’t think you can come because of my cock rubbing against the one spot no one else can reach? Is that really how you feel?”
Your eyes search out Jongho's. He's cleaned up now, in soft pajamas, waiting for Yunho. His arms are bent behind his head. His mouth is in a hard line and it doesn’t bode well for you.
“Can I come, please, Sir?”
Yeosang has put on a pair of boxers for the sake of the rest of the quintet. Not your preference, for your tiger shifter is beautiful naked. “Come on, Jongho. She's lasted this long. She's been a good girl.”
The praise and “good girl” comment makes you clench down on Yunho, who thrusts roughly into you from behind with a grunt. You beseech silently to your necromancer match.
“I can't fill up our Keeper without her having a mind-blowing orgasm, Jongho. You know she's my kink.” Yunho's chuckles rumble through his chest and warms your heart.
“You can be my cuddle buddy when we sleep tonight,” you offer as a last ditch offer.
Jongho sends a quiet prayer to the ceiling. “Fine.”
“Such a softie,” Mingi teases, blinking to lie on his side on the other side of the bed to watch the final show.
“Shut up, you nightmare slut,” Jongho snaps.
Mingi winks at you. “A nightmare to most, but a slut for only one.”
The tips of Yunho’s fingers play with your lower lip before you open up to take him into your mouth. You moan around his fingers and feel at peace.
“That's right, Babe, suck down on my fingers,” Yunho says huskily.
His hips start back up, slowly rolling against your ass at first, all the while his fingers pressing gently down on your tongue. You begin to push your hips backwards against Yunho’s thrusts, finally with permission to come. Your eyes are locked with Jongho’s, panting with your pending orgasm. It’s only when he says “Come, you damn brat,” that your pleasure unlocks and then you’re screaming around Yunho’s fingers as you come.
You squeeze around Yunho. The earth elemental grips your hips harshly and you know there’s going to be bruises later. He moans loudly and unloads into you, the third load you’ve taken today. He pulls his fingers from your mouth as you both catch your breath, Yunho’s forehead taking refuge on your shoulder.
“Shower,” Jongho announces immediately, swooping you up and taking you to the bathroom.
“Hurry up!” Mingi shouts after you. “I want to give her wet dreams so I can feed off them. I’m starving!”
Jongho rubs his cheek against the top of your head, easily balancing you in his arms and turning on the shower. “You’re going to do better next time and not get yourself harmed with our next run.”
Your fingers skim his strong jaw and he leans into the touch. “Yes, Jongho.”
Jongho smiles like a fool in love and then shakes his head. “That’s Sir, to you, Brat.”
I've decided to post some extra scenes that don't make it into the main story, as the ideas come to me for future chapters! And here is our first one!
This scene didn't neccessarily fit into Chapter 22, so instead here it is as a little extra scene. This happens after y/n falls asleep, but before the boys do!
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader
Summary: Woo's whining about not getting to accompany his pack alpha in tearing their management team and stylists apart.
wc: 824
AU: a/b/o
Genre: Fluff/Angst
warnings: yelling, complaining, Wooyoung being Wooyoung, maybe Hongjoong's being a bit mean?, pet names (flower, baby omega), I think that's it!
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After y/n had fallen asleep, looking adorable in Mingi’s arms, Wooyoung turned to Hongjoong, a pout already forming on his face. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I wanna yell at our mean staff members!”
Hongjoong sighed, already done with this argument. “You wouldn’t have helped, Youngie.”
“But it would have been fun!” He whined, crossing his arms as he glared at his Alpha, not truly really upset about it, but upset enough to whine about it to the elder member.
“You would have only made things worse than they already were. And didn’t comforting our baby omega make you happier?” He said, trying to subtly change the topic.
But the male omega wouldn’t have it. “If you leave me out of the fun things, I’ll ban you from the nest!” He yelled.
That caught the attention of the others, causing Seonghwa to slam his hand over Woo’s mouth, trying to keep the younger omega quiet and not wake up the youngest omega asleep in Mingi’s hold. “Do you want to wake y/n up?” The pack omega whispered, glaring at him.
Wooyoung’s eyes suddenly widened as he realized the consequences of his actions. Thankfully, y/n barely stirred, just snuggling further into Mingi’s chest. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, happy they didn’t wake her up. They all knew tomorrow would be a long day for her, filming days always were.
“And this is why we don’t let you join in on confronting people unless we need you. Your actions tend to have unintended consequences, like almost waking our flower over there,” Jongho added, blushing when everyone looked at him due to the pet name he used for their newest member. ‘Well, it’s not wrong, she is like a flower, just before she blooms and unlocks her potential.” He said, trying to wave away the smug grins he was getting from a few of his packmates.
“Sure, baby bear, that’s all you mean by calling her that.” Yunho says, wrapping an arm around their youngest beta.
“And now we’re getting off topic. Next time, you’re letting me come with you, or I will ban you from my nests for,” at this Wooyoung floundered for a few moments, “for two months!”
“I doubt you could keep Hongjoong-hyung or any of us out of your nests for that long,” Yeosang said, moving behind Wooyoung and pulling the omega into his lap. He leaned down to kiss the scent gland on the other’s neck, the smell of chocolates getting more pronounced after he did so, with Wooyoung melting into the other’s hold.
“I can too!” Said omega weakly argued, only for the others to laugh a bit because he was melting into the other’s hold, and they all knew he didn’t really mean it. Their Wooyoung wouldn’t be that mean over something like this.
Had Hongjoong hurt one of them or y/n, then they absolutely could see their member shunning their pack alpha for a long while. When Wooyoung was mad, he could hold a grudge like no one else could. But this was just their packmate whining about not getting included, since he was one for drama and getting to yell at the company was dramatic and fun, plus it meant he would have gotten to yell at the shitty stylists who hurt his baby omega!
“Now now, Wooyoungie,” Seonghwa started, “if this happens again, and I sincerely hope it doesn’t, we’ll let you know so you can go along with our alpha and yell at people.”
Wooyoung nodded and huffed, “You better, or I’ll go through with my threat.” He said, cheeks puffed out once again as he pouted, only to melt further as Yeosang kissed his scent gland once more.
“Settle down, my pretty omega, it’s late and you don’t need to get so worked up.” Yeosang said, and Wooyoung didn’t verbally reply, just moved around until he could bury his face in his packmate’s neck, taking in the calming scent of roses and petrichor.
Thankfully for the rest of the group, it seemed their Sangie had managed to calm down their precious omega, and everyone settled in for some sleep in the nest, San, Seonghwa and Hongjoong laying near each other and Wooyoung and Yeosang, as Jongho lay nearby but with enough space for himself to spread out if need be. Yunho took his place next to Mingi, but left enough space for the other alpha to lay y/n in between them, which he did, and they curled around the smaller omega.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa were the last two awake, having watched everyone else drift off to sleep, wanting to make sure everyone was sleeping before they both slept. Curling up into each other, Seonghwa lay with Hongjoong’s head in his neck, both of them holding the other close as they too drifted off into sleep.
🩶Summary: when a master Jedi is sent to convince a senator to not put forward a bill that will be detrimental to the Jedi's plans for the future, no one ever specified how the senator needed to be convinced.
🩶Pairing: Jedi Master! Park Seonghwa x Senator! Reader (f)
🩶Genre: smut
🩶Au: sci fi, star wars, politician
🩶Trope: strangers to lovers
🩶Warnings: mind manipulation (he's using his jedi mind tricks for good), reader is tattooed/vh piercing, oral (f), squirting, shower sex, protected sex, multiple rounds
🩶Rated: 18+, MDNI
🩶Word Count: 2,881
🩶divider by @thecutestgrotto
“Senator, your dinner has arrived.”
You looked up from the holodisk you had been reading and blinked profusely. A handsome man sat across from you in the VIP lounge you had been sitting in. You looked around but it didn’t appear as if anyone was stopping him.
Not one to be surprised by being taken off guard, and as a Senator of the Republic, you played along. “I’m afraid I’ll have to send you back to the kitchens. You are most definitely not what I ordered.”
The man shrugged, the deep v-neck of his clothes straining for a moment before falling loosely against his chest. “On the house. No need.”
You leaned forward, putting your elbow to your knee. “Tell me who sent you. Mingi? He’s always looking for someone else to take the fall when his rumors are floating around.”
“You’d look a gifted Nekko in the mouth?” The man seemed to settle into the seat across from you as if he wasn’t moving anytime soon.
“I’m not going to be caught up in anything nefarious so close to one of my bills passing, so, if you please.” You motioned with your hand for the man to move on.
“Park Seonghwa, if you would please.” The man made a hand gesture as he said, “And I think you’d much rather have some company while you eat.”
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to eat with someone,” You acquiesced suddenly.
The man smiled to himself and then began to dig into the other meal before him. “Tell me about this bill you’re looking to pass.”
You frowned while you chewed. “My planet has been plagued by a pirate clan that seems to think we’re ripe for the picking. If we could pass a bill monitoring every ship in and out of our space ports by a third party company, my planet would be able to flourish.”
Seonghwa licked his lips and nodded like it made complete sense. “Sounds like it would solve all your problems.”
You put your fork and knife down. “You are the most condescending whore I have come across, why did I agree to allow you to sit at my table again?”
“Stubborn one, aren’t you,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. “Guess we’ll have to go the old fashion way.”
Seonghwa rose gracefully from his seat and sat on the bench exactly next to you. He studied your face as he used a few of his fingers to touch your hair. “Darling, I’m not here to convince you to bed me but if you’re feeling so inclined, who am I to say no to a senator of the Republic?”
You blink owlishly. Seonghwa can tell you are fighting his Jedi mind tricks. Perhaps that’s why you were such a good senator. So many were force sensitive without having enough potential or the proper disposition to be a Jedi.
You shook your head. “I am not inclined to bed a man who was clearly sent to my table with a purpose. You can finish the delicious food and then you can leave.”
Seonghwa’s lips pushed into the side of his cheek in thought. He shook his head to clear his vision of the fringe of his artfully styled hair. “Senator, I knew you weren’t going to be an easy mission but you truly are something else.”
You narrowed your eyes down at him but he simply put on a placating smile on his face and made that odd gesture from earlier. You felt the tension in your spine lesson and continued eating.
Seonghwa dabbed his lips with a linenfiber napkin. His eyes lazily travelled around the dining room that you had your back to. “Shall we retire to your rooms, Senator? You never know exactly who might be watching us.”
You raised an arched eyebrow at the man across from you. “Those same eyes would watch us retire to my rooms. Tongues will be waggling.”
“Would you rather they listen in on a conversation that I know you’d much rather not reach the ears of your enemies?” Seonghwa countered.
“You believe you understand who my enemies are and what I would not want them to overhear?” Seonghwa watched as the gears turned in your head. “Who are you, exactly?”
Seonghwa sat backwards with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “I simply work for the good of the Republic.”
“Now who’s acting like a politician,” You did the most to keep your features schooled.
The mysterious man stood up smoothly. “If you would be so kind as to lend me your ear, Senator, I would be beholden to you.”
You stood up but swished the skirts of your dress in a gesture as if you were looking to get rid of your dinner guest. “I think I’ll pay my compliments to the chef and be on my way this evening.”
“You would like to retire to your rooms with your arm around my waist,” Seonghwa murmured, gesturing with two fingers.
Your arm wound around his waist, a flirty smile pulling at your lips. “Shall we retire to my rooms for a more intimate conversation?”
Seonghwa acquiesced with a small nod. “Of course, Senator.”
Whispers and hushed conversation clung to you as you left the dining room and moved towards the Senator’s apartments that were on the higher levels of this particular complex. You felt like your body and mind was moving through thigh-high quicksand. Your mind didn’t usually struggle like this.
“I…” You shook your head like you were trying to clear cobwebs from them. “I’m not feeling particularly well,” You murmured.
Seonghwa pushed your head into the crook of his shoulder. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry, Senator.”
You peered up at the beautiful man. “Why?”
He sent you a serene smile. “Let’s say, it’s a part of the job.”
Between one second and the next, you were entering your apartment, the guards at the door barely protesting when you brought a stranger inside. Seonghwa seemed to know exactly where to go and deposited you on the bed.
You bounced with almost near-catatonic state. You moaned loudly when the man knelt at your feet and began to remove your heels. He laughed softly under his breath, nimble fingers plying your sore arches.
“I think you should take some time off, Senator,” He advised quietly.
“But I have so much to accomplish. I left my planet for a reason,” You protested.
Seonghwa released your feet and looked up at you with large, brown eyes. “You work so hard. Shouldn't you have some playtime too?”
“I will. After I…pass the…the what?” You groaned and dug the heel of your hand into your right eye. Your head pained you so.
Seonghwa clucked his tongue quietly. “See? You need a break.”
He stood up, if only to take the place beside you on the bed. “I think you should get wrapped up in someone. A quiet affair that only a few people are aware of. But it’s the most important people that get wind of it. You forget your mission and your bill fails to pass because of your distraction. You’ll be a disappointment, certainly, but it won’t ruin your career.”
“No,” You protested. “That can’t be. I’m certain the bill will pass tomorrow. There’s no need--”
You squeal as Seonghwa leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips. It’s sensual and a little moist and it melts you to your core.
“Oh, there’s a need, Senator. It may be my mission to get you to fail to pass your bill but the truth is there. You need some of the stress fucked out of you.”
“Fucked out of me?” You repeated.
“Mmm,” Seonghwa hummed. “But the real question is, what position?”
Your mind reels in confusion and lust. Did you have too much to drink? Did you even drink? What was in the food you had ordered? Perhaps it had been a little too exotic. Being in your room with a stranger on the eve that something very important was about to happen didn’t feel right.
All those worries were lost when Seonghwa’s hard body pinned you to the bed. “Don’t bother getting lost in your mind, Senator. You won’t be able to find your way out, I’m afraid.”
You raised your hand and your fingers skimmed Seonghwa’s sharp jaw. “You’re too gorgeous to be simply a hired whore,” You breathed out.
Seonghwa laughed. “Are you proposing to me, Senator? I would make a very pretty trophy husband, I must admit. You wouldn’t have to worry about me saying the wrong thing either.”
“That sounds wonderful,” You sighed happily.
“Let’s get you out of this dress, first, before you decide to marry me,” Seonghwa insisted.
It was like your clothes parted for the man, falling from your body with a wave of his hand. His eyes moved over your under clothes. They weren’t seductive by no means but they seemed to pass his approval. “Understated but soft and flowing,” he said. “You’re by no means going to get someone’s blood pumping that way.”
You frowned. “You don’t like?” You had no idea why you needed him to enjoy what you were wearing under your dress but it seemed very important in this moment. In fact, your underclothing was so offensive that you immediately began to pull and push them off your body.
Seonghwa raised his eyebrows as your body was even further revealed to him. “Now that was unexpected. Perhaps you’re too influenced for my…Senator, what is that?”
You spread your legs obscenely. “Once upon a time, when I was a foolish teenager, I rebelled in ways that my parents would never find out. Is this much better to your liking?”
You had inner thigh tattoos, delicate climbing vines and flowers native to your planet. They directed the eye to the prize… which was your pierced hood of your clit.
Seonghwa’s tongue slowly licked the seam of his lips, unable to take his eyes away from the visual you were providing. “It's certainly very pretty.”
You beamed up at him with a happy smile. At last, you were pleasing him. “Does that get your blood pumping?”
Seonghwa was quick to discard his own robes, as much as they were a piece of his seduction technique, the time for that was over. You were slightly drunk on his force manipulation and he knew if he didn't take advantage of the situation it provided, you'd attempt to climb out of his mind maze once again.
“I might have done you out of pure challenge on a different day than this,” he muttered to himself.
He climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around your thighs. “You better hold onto something, Senator,” he mentioned casually, meeting your gaze briefly before bringing his tongue and lips to your cunt.
You gasped loudly and clamped your legs against Seonghwa’s head as he immediately tucked your piercing behind his teeth and pulled slightly. He then soothed the motion by licking your clit, playing with the ball that pressed ever so lightly against the most sensitive part of your body.
Seonghwa patiently pressed your thighs back down, spreading you once again. His fingers traced your tattoos. Once your hips started to move upwards to meet the licks of his tongue, he pushed a finger into your clenching hole. You groaned loudly but you weren't kept waiting as he pushed a second one in too.
Seonghwa had been right, you needed something to hold onto. Your hands dug desperately into the sheets below you, head falling back into a whirl of pleasure. He was good. Very good.
The fingers did not stop stroking your insides but Seonghwa raised his head. His lips were covered in your juices and your knuckles went white with how hard you were clenching your hands. “Are you going to come for me, Darling?”
You nodded your head. “First one--” You panted hard, breaking up your sentence. “--is always--!” Your back bowed as Seonghwa tapped against the spongey part inside of you.
“That's perfect!” Seonghwa said. “I need you ooey gooey right now.”
His tongue plied your clit again, playing with the ball of your piercing. Those two, slim fingers worked in and out of you, pushing you towards something that felt unfamiliar but good. “Wait--Wait!!”
Your bottom half lifted up as you came hard and felt some liquid drip down your thighs. You made so much noise, an errant thought for your guards overhearing briefly passed through your mind, before it was gone, coming down from an unbelievable climax.
When you came back down to earth, you blinked wearily and saw that Seonghwa looked like a loth-cat that had just had their cream. His face was drenched, pieces of hair clinging to his face, his chest dripping as well.
“Stars, that’s embarrassing,” You groaned.
Seonghwa shook his head. “Not at all. That little piercing of yours is certainly useful, you sly senator.”
“I--we should--” For once, you couldn't find the proper use of your tongue to explain your needs.
“Ah, a shower. Wonderful idea.” Seonghwa swooped your body up with an easy moment, travelling to where your luxurious bathroom was.
He made a motion with his head and the water poured generously from the rainhead. He simply walked right into the wash of hot water, letting it hit his chest, and by proxy you. The small, simple smile on his face pulled something at you. But the minute a frown marred the center of your forehead, Seonghwa set your feet down on the warm wood beneath and cupped your head for a steamy kiss.
“One orgasm’s not enough for you, Darling?” He murmured between smooches.
You made a noise of protest, hands palms down against his lean chest. “No, I--”
“Don’t worry. I plan on keeping you distracted until you cannot keep your eyes open any longer,” he teased.
You swallowed hard. “Will your stamina last that long?”
A twinkle gleaned in Seonghwa’s eyes. “You could say I've the training for it.”
Seonghwa ran a hand down your spine, following the curve of your ass and promptly hefted your leg around his waist.
“Do you know there are creatures called Ddeongbyeollies on a faraway planet that mate for life? Or rather, once the male mates with the female, only his key will undo her lock?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you suggestively, that same faintly amused smile on his face.
It was somehow sexual and romantic at the same time. “We are not those creatures,” You said quietly.
“No, we are not,” Seonghwa agreed. His eyes travelled down your body to where his cock was at attention, pressed against your soft stomach. “Lucky for me, otherwise I'd be in a bind, certainly.”
“Seonghwa?” You murmured his name as he tilted his head for another kiss.
“Yes, Senator?”
“This isn't going to end well for me, is it?”
Seonghwa shook his head, pressing his lips to yours once again. “Your planet will be taken care of. Your bill simply does not work for the good of the Republic, unfortunately.”
“No, I mean after meeting you?” You whispered, chasing his lips for more kisses.
“Oh, you won't remember me, Darling,” Seonghwa said with a soft kiss. “That I'll make sure of. We can't have you being able to identify me later when I go on more missions to your planet.”
“That's awful,” You lamented.
That made Seonghwa pause. What he was doing was for the good of the Republic. To a normal person, being forgotten would be sad. For Seonghwa, it was just another mission.
“No, Darling, it's for your benefit. You'd be heartbroken without me. And my cock.”
With that, Seonghwa closed the distance between you two completely, pressing a condom to himself, and entering you at last. You both gasped in unison, you upon being split open, and he for the way you squeezed him so.
“Because you would be so enamored with the heights I can bring you to,” Seonghwa continued. With anyone else, it would be gloating. But with Seonghwa, he was just stating pure facts. “You would truly waste away, because no one would be able to fuck you like I would.”
You brushed some of his hair out of his eyes fondly. “Will you fuck me when you come back to my planet?”
Seonghwa grinned, slightly crooked. “Depends on the mission, Madame Senator.”
True to his word, Seonghwa fucked you in the shower, on your bed, against your ceiling-to-floor windows. He fucked you until you couldn't summon the energy to keep your eyes open.
The sun came up and he was slipping his robe back on. He watched the sun stroke your skin, your form half covered by expensive sheets. You were going to be fuming when you woke up and discovered that the senate had already met and your bill wasn’t even considered with you not present.
“You were a worthy adversary, Senator,” Seonghwa whispered into the morning air. “I look forward to our next meeting. Although I’m sure you’ll have gone through some mental training and I fully expect you to resist me even better.”
The Jedi Master walked out of the Senator’s rooms with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.
okie so this is actually going to be two chapters, because damn I wrote a lot more than I thought I would and am actually liking the chapter as it stands, so here's a semi-long chapter that is mostly fluff and filler with a bit of a lead into our next chapter.
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader
Summary: y/n gets to have a bit of fun with the boys at dinner and then some sweet times to end the night, before waking up early the next morning for her very first schedule as a member of Ateez!
wc: 3.1k
AU: a/b/o
Genre: Fluff/Angst
warnings: alcohol, people being tipsy, food mentions, anxiety, pet names, I think that's it
masterlist
“How are you so cute?” San kept asking her, leaning heavily on her shoulder, his face flushed red as Wooyoung had kept plying him with alcohol, before Yunho cut both of them off. The muscular man kept cycling between leaning on her and telling her how cute she was, how proud of her he was, before being pulled back by one of the others and leaning on Yunho’s shoulder, becoming quiet and just observing everyone.
It seemed, based on Wooyoung’s glee over San’s current behavior, that the older omega wanted this to happen. Something that would surely get him scolded later, though y/n doubted that the longer-haired omega would truly be remorseful over his actions. Because she had such a busy schedule tomorrow, the others had a daily easy day, mostly just dance practice/prep for the quickly approaching comeback.
“I don’t know?” y/n replied to him, shrugging her shoulders and accidentally pushing San off at the same time, causing the tipsy beta to whine. “I’m sorry, San-oppa,” the omega said, turning to look at the red-faced man.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again,” he whined in reply, moving to lean his head back on her shoulder once more.
“Okay, I think it might be time for us to go home,” Hongjoong announced, watching the two of them, but keeping a closer eye on San, while Seonghwa leaves his seat and moves over to the beta-omega duo, pulling the tipsy beta off of y/n and motioning for her to go take his seat so he can keep an eye on San. Y/n nods and does as he directs her, sitting in between Hongjoong and Jongho. Hongjoong was busy with paying for the meal and talking with the staff, so the omega started talking with Jongho.
The two got so engrossed in their conversation that they both spooked, though to varying degrees, when hands came down on their shoulders.
“Maknaes, we’re leaving,” Yeosang’s voice came from above, making y/n look up at the fairy-like man. He was smiling down at them, endeared by how precious they were, so focused they were on each other and ignoring the world around them.
They both ducked their heads a bit, before Jongho motioned for y/n to get up first, before following behind her. The nine idols left the restaurant, donning masks before they left the building, and slipped into two separate vans. Normally they’d split up between hyung and maknae lines, but with San tipsy, San went in the hyung line van while Yeosang came to join the four in the second van.
“Awww, we don’t get Sannie?” Wooyoung pouted, having hopped in the van first without looking back.
“Hwa-hyung says you’ve lost your Sannie privileges.” Yeosang said, making the omega pout.
“That’s not fair,” Wooyoung said back, pouting even more if that was possible.
“You got him tipsy, which had him leaning all over y/nnie here,” Jongho interjected.
“Don’t try and make sense!” Wooyoung yelled at the younger male sitting in front of him, strangely saying it in English. Maybe that was him being a bit tipsy too.
“And now he’s speaking English, it’s definitely time to go home.” Jongho said, making Mingi and y/n giggle at his words.
Wooyoung sat in the last row of seats, with Yeosang next to him to keep him in line. Though to be fair, that didn’t seem to be working too well, as Yeosang was getting manhandled by the omega. The next row had Mingi sitting by himself, and Jongho and y/n were in the front row of seats, having climbed in last. After Yeosang was finally buckled in, the van took off, heading towards the dorm.
Arriving at the dorm, they find the other four got there first, and when the five pile into the entryway of their dorm, they find the others sitting at the table waiting for them. After everyone took off their shoes and headed towards the table, San escaped Seonghwa’s hold and walked over, stumbling slightly as he headed straight to y/n, wrapping his arms around her and swaying them back and forth.
“Our cute baby omegaaaa,” he said, rubbing his head on the top of hers. “So cute and adorable and I’m going to keep you safe.” The beta was rambling now, just saying anything and everything that came to mind. Suddenly the buff beta started pulling her towards the living room, eventually making it to the couch as the others watched this all go on. Once the two were settled on the couch, San looked over at the table, specifically the two omegas.
“Wooo, Hwa-hyung, build a nest, please?” The dancer pleaded, deploying his puppy eyes to use on the two. “Wanna cuddle our baby omega in it, and we can all cuddle too.”
“Sannie, I don’t know.” Hwa started to say.
“YES!” Wooyoung said, interrupting the older idol.
“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa immediately turned to him, “We’re not going to, unless y/n says yes. We’re not pressuring her to join our nest or anything like that. She has the last say here, not you or I. Or San.” He said, looking at said beta as he spoke his name. “Her comfort is the priority.”
“But,” Wooyoung said.
“No buts,” Seonghwa said to him, before looking at y/n, “Y/n, would you be comfortable with us building a nest in the living room? And would you want to join us in said nest?” He asked, looking for any sign that the female omega would be uncomfortable with what he was asking.
Meanwhile, both San and Wooyoung are pleading with y/n, putting their puppy eyes to full use. Wooyoung was doing so from behind Seonghwa, not wanting the elder omega to catch him. His omega wanted to be close with both of his omegas, already considering the younger omega as his, it had since he had met y/n.
Y/n looked between the three of them, and the others as well, making sure no one was uncomfortable with the idea. Their omega was preening at the thought of getting to nest with all eight men, of getting to be close, and so was y/n, because it was still feeling like a bit of a dream to get to do something as intimate as nesting with the group. Biting her lip, she nodded at Seonghwa, signaling that she was okay with it.
“I need to hear you say it, darling.” Seonghwa said after she nodded, needing verbal confirmation.
The pet name sent shivers down y/n’s spine, but she replied to the eldest member. “I’m okay with you both building a nest, and being in it.” She said, her voice soft.
After her agreement, things happened pretty quickly. Wooyoung practically sprinted to grab nesting materials, while Seonghwa left the main room at a much more sedate pace. Yeosang followed behind the two omegas to help them bring the materials back, while the others remained sitting down, figuring they’d only get in the way, if or until they were needed by Seonghwa and Wooyoung.
y/n watched this from the couch as San kept her close, not wanting to let her go. At some point however, Yunho came to pull San away, since he was starting to get a bit too intimate with y/n, and so Yunho pulled the clingy beta into his lap, letting the youngest member of their group have some space to breathe. Of course, San started to whine about it, and the taller man simply directed the black-haired man’s head into his neck, letting him bite and lick at his scent gland instead.
While the alpha-beta duo were preoccupied, y/n watched as her fellow omegas set up the nest, directing the others to help as needed. She had offered to help, but was denied, being told that she should relax for now. Her omega was sad at being denied, as was y/n, however pleased at the show of the pack wanting to take care of her. y/n tried to tamp down on that feeling, because they were probably just being nice after a bit of a hard day. Completely ignoring the fact that they had explicitly told her that they think of her like pack and that they want her to be one of them. Y/n was struggling with how protective they were over her, because she felt like she could handle it by herself, even if she didn’t have to. And maybe she was overthinking a bit too, which because she was so focused on watching the others, she didn’t realize someone was picking up on it.
Mingi practically dragged y/n into the nest after Seonghwa and Wooyoung declared it complete. The large alpha pulled her into his lap, ignoring Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s scoldings about his actions. His deep voice whispered into her ear as his scent surrounded them, “Let’s cuddle the worries and anxieties away.”
The rapper didn’t say anything more than that, instead opting to stay silent and keep her close, letting her think about his words, before getting distracted by the others roughhousing in front of her, while arguing over what movies to watch. They eventually decided on a Korean movie series you hadn’t seen before, but thankfully there were English subtitles. This was how y/n spent her night with the boys, falling asleep somewhere in between the second and third movies, still in Mingi’s lap. After the others noticed her sleeping, they turned down the volume on the tv and cooed at how cute she looked, and how small she looked in Mingi’s arms, before settling down around the duo.
Y/n felt someone softly shaking her shoulder and saying her name. Groaning and slowly blinking her eyes open, she saw a blurry figure above her. As the figure came into focus, she realized it was Seonghwa.
“Good morning y/n-ah. You have to get up, you have to leave for your shoot in about 45 minutes.” He said, keeping his voice low so as to not wake any of the others.
She groaned once more and nodded. “What time is it?” She asked the eldest member.
“It’s just after 6:15 am. I woke you last, I know you’d probably want a bit more sleep before the long day ahead of you.” He replied, before reaching a hand down to pull her out of the nest. She took his hand, grateful for the help. Once she was out, she found that she had ended up sleeping in between Mingi and Yunho, and now that she was gone, Mingi reached out for Yunho instead, the twin towers curling up with each other.
At the reminder about the long day ahead of her, of her first schedule as part of Ateez, of the filming she was doing today, her stomach started to roll, the nerves and anxiety filling her chest and making her a bit nauseous. Her scent must have reflected it, the sweet strawberry scent souring, as Seonghwa pulled her farther away from the nest before pulling her into his arms.
“Hey, it’ll be okay, Hongjoong will be with you, and the staff we work with are all so nice, and you’ll have new stylists too. It will all work out okay. Plus, we’re all only a text or call away, yeah?” He said, leaning down to kiss the top of the younger omega’s head. “You will have fun today, I know it.”
Y/n nodded, a bit convinced and reassured, but it was still a bit of an unknown experience for her, so she couldn’t help but worry. She was just anxious by nature, and big things like this always had her worrying. “Okay, Seonghwa-oppa.” She said, to which he nodded and turned her in the direction of her room.
“Go on now, go get dressed,” he said, smiling down at her and she smiled back and went on her way, the anxiety in her stomach still there, but less than what it was a few moments ago.
Opening the door into her room, she found the room as she had left it, but with a hoodie laying on her bed, and she found herself curious as to who had left it there. She figured maybe it had been Wooyoung, but she wasn’t sure when the other omega would have found the time to do that. It was too small to be Mingi’s, so the tall alpha was out of the question too. She really wasn’t sure who else it could have been, and as she got closer, the scent was too faint right now for her to make out whose it was.
She would have pondered more on it, but she did need to get ready and packed for the day ahead of her, so she laid the hoodie back on her bed and headed to her closet. Quickly picking out a pair of worn jeans, and a one of her favorite T-shirts, because it had a tiny watermelon embroidered on it, she dressed in that and moved out of her room to the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on moisturizer, before moving back to her room to finish packing her bag for the day.
Deciding not to take too much, since she’d likely be busy, she only took her tablet and a book or two. Alongside essentials like chargers and such, because she had no idea how long this day was going to be. She also planned to sneak a few snacks in the bag too, once she was out in the kitchen again. As she was tying the hoodie on her bed around her hips, her door opened, revealing Hongjoong who peeked his head in.
“Hey, are you ready-” he started to ask, before stopping as he stared at the hoodie wrapped around her hips. It took him a minute to start speaking again, his gaze focused on the piece of clothing, and while y/n couldn’t see it, his ears were very red. “Where’d you get that?”
“The hoodie?” She asked, to which he nodded, “Oh, well it was on my bed when I came in this morning. Why?
“Oh, uhm, no reason, I was just wondering.” He said, trying and failing to look suspicious. While Hongjoong had practically blue-screened at the sight, his alpha was very happy at the sight of y/n wearing his clothing, it was purring very contentedly. To which the captain pushed his alpha away, saying it was not the time for this. He didn’t have nearly enough coffee in him for this right now.
Before either of them could say anything else, the door was pushed further open and once more revealed another of the boys, this time it was Seonghwa.
“Oh? What’s going on here?” He said, looking at Hongjoong and almost smirking at his pack alpha, who glared back, instantly knowing who was behind leaving his hoodie in y/n’s room.
“Hongjoong-oppa and I were talking about this hoodie because it just appeared in my room. You wouldn’t happen to know whose it is?” She asked, looking at the older man and hoping he’d know the answer.
“It might belong to one of the younger members? I’m not sure. Hoodies tend to get shared around a lot. Maybe it might even be our captain’s here.” He said, glancing over at said captain to see his ears burning and very red still. “Though I came to tell you both that our managers are on their way here. I think your new manager is coming too, y/n. So that you can meet them before you’re announced publicly.” He told them, before quickly leaving and giggling to himself as he walked back to the kitchen. His plan to get y/n to wear something of the pack alpha’s had worked. And even better, y/n hadn’t realized who was behind it or whose hoodie she was wearing.
Back in y/n’s room, the two left both decide to get finished preparing to leave, and Hongjoong returns to his room, while y/n finishes putting the last of her things inside her tote bag. Heading out of her room, she met up with Hongjoong in the hallway, both of them heading towards the living room, where they found the remaining six members still asleep in the nest. Seonghwa beckoned them into the kitchen, the pack omega handing them both packed containers of food, since they likely wouldn’t have enough time to eat before the van came to pick them up.
“I know you’ll have a longer trip today to where they’re filming today, so I packed you food you can eat on the way there. Or now, if you wanted.” He said, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, to which Hongjoong reached over to pull his hand away from doing that.
“Don’t do that, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” the alpha said, moving closer and setting down the containers in his hands on the countertop. He moved Seonghwa’s hair to look at where he was scratching, a frown appearing on his face as he saw the scratch marks on his omega’s skin.
Y/n watched as Hongjoong put down his things, instructing Seonghwa to stay there while he went to get cream to put over the scratches to try and soothe his skin. When he came back, she watched as he was so gentle with the other man, touching him lightly and making sure he didn’t cause further hurt. It wasn’t surprising to see, as an Atiny y/n had seen scenes like this many times over the years, but the fact that it was happening in front of her, as the two were in their own little world made this feel much more intimate than any other moment she had watched Hongjoong be gentle with his members.
By the time she came back to reality, she realized both members were looking at her, their gazes fond.
“Were you zoning out, or are we so pretty you can’t help staring?” Hongjoong said, smirking cheekily at her.
Y/n immediately blushed and looked away, a bit embarrassed at getting caught staring at the two men.
“So, which one is it, little one?” Seonghwa asked, moving closer and Hongjoong followed right behind his omega.
“I think you were,” Seonghwa said, “and it’s okay if you were. Joongie and I don’t mind a pretty omega watching us.”
But before y/n or the two eldest could say anything more, there was a knock on the door, signaling to them that their managers had arrived to pick Hongjoong and y/n up.
