genre: strangers to lovers, alternate dimension, pirate au
wc: 4k
cw: mild language, weaponry
notes: i wrote this with the layout of the ateez ship in mind (the one in the 'illusion' mv but with blond yunho cause he 4+4 the halloween ver of deja vu
xtra - tysm @woosluv & @ssaboala for beta reading for me! <33
"all eyes on me now! if you still doubt mine, it's too pointless. we're still young and wild, we gonna find new world to be mine!" yunho's fingers moved along the quote carved into the compass he's had since who knows how long.
yunho's head was lifted up forcefully by hongjoong's pointing stick poking his forehead. "you're going to get lost later on the island if you don't listen to me right now," hongjoong tilted his head, stepping back to the blackboard. "captain, i mean this in the nicest way possible, we've been over this, like, six times in the span of a week. we'll be fine," yeosang called from across the room as he tapped his telescope against his other palm, still dodging wooyoung's outstretched arms every now and then.
"you all say this but i know one of you is going to get into some shit and i'm going to have to be the one to clean it up," hongjoong sighed, dropping his pointer onto the ground lazily, "okay, come on, let's get off the ship. remember the plan, and wooyoung, stop trying to kiss yeosang's face. you can do that when we come back."
yunho kicked the ladder down onto the dock, stepping off the ship first. the crew split up, him going into the left path trailing into the cave. they all knew exactly what they were looking for, and the lengths each and every one of them were willing to take to get it.
it was peaceful until a rustle attracted his attention. yunho paused, pretending to re-lace his shoes, his eyes darting to his left, the direction where the sound had come from. when it was calm for the following minute, yunho slowly stood to continue his journey, putting on an oblivious façade, his hand subtly inching for his sheathed cutlass with every step.
yunho wasn't stupid. he's had enough experience to know not to doubt his senses at any cost. true to him, the snapping of a branch immediately heightened his senses. he swiftly cut through the thick, tall grass, eyes meeting with ones belonging to an innocent doe.
as the doe ran off, yunho only noted then how it was running along the path he was on. the cogs in his head whirred in confusion as he wondered why a deer wouldn't run away from a potential predator, rather in the same direction as him. that thought never escaped as he trudged on, praying the cave he was walking towards would appear before him faster.
and lo and behold, there it was.
if yunho hadn't been looking for it specifically he would've missed it entirely. it blended in perfectly with the shadows of the swaying trees, outgrown weeds guarding the entrance, vines crawling around, all leading straight into the depths of the cave.
peeking into the darkness, he checked every corner, sharp eyes darting here and there. finally, they landed on an unusual glimmering spot. yunho stepped closer, cautious of the fact he was now exposed to any potential predators hiding deep in the cave.
he was about a meter away from the shining rock when he realised it wasn’t a rock at all. it was an hourglass etched into the cave walls, almost like the cave was built around it over the years. he breathed out a light sigh of relief upon feeling the grooves of the rock nearby. it wasn’t etched in that deep. he could easily pull it out with a bit of help.
he allowed himself a few more minutes of admiring the hourglass. the cromer, its name was. an hourglass with the ability to lead them to an alternate dimension, where they could escape this timeline that caused each and every one of them so much pain and loss.
after stealing books from other pirates, following leads from old legends, tracking down their ancestors' footsteps, seonghwa had finally found a map hidden deep in the journals of an unknown pirate, their initials and writings long faded within the centuries. the joy the crew had felt when they located the hourglass after years was a night yunho could not forget.
just as he was about to turn back and find his crewmates, yunho was greeted with the sight of the very doe blocking his exit. when it was made clear that the doe had no intentions of moving at all, yunho unsheathed his cutlass. this was no ordinary animal.
his theory was proved right when a gust of wind blew against his face. removing his hand from his face and opening his eyes, he tried to conceal his shock. where the doe had stood before was a girl about his age.
“you’re a shapeshifter.” you raised your eyebrows at his statement, “obviously.” “i thought they didn’t exist anymore after hunters hunted them down ages ago,” yunho still had his cutlass held in front of him, wary of this new stranger. “yeah, i know. that was centuries ago. there’re still a few of us left, but most of us don’t want to be found.” “you’re not one of them, though,” yunho pointed out.
“and with good reason,” you stepped closer as yunho stepped back. sighing, you held up your hands in surrender, “do i look like i’m going to attack you or something?” “you can never be too careful,” he shrugged.
“i’ll tell you an easier way of getting that hourglass without taking this cave down.” yunho’s arm faltered, “what do you mean?” “this entire island relies on the life within the roots, the air, the animals, you know, all that shit. you break this cave the entire island goes down with it. you and your crew would never make it out alive.”
he swallowed. he wasn’t sure if you could be trusted. shapeshifters were known to be tricksters, always up to no good. what if you were playing with him and he could’ve saved precious time taking the hourglass instead of talking to you? after meeting your impatient eyes, he finally decided to play it safe.
“what do you want in return?” “get me off this island,” you replied instantly. the lack of hesitation in your voice made yunho believe you’ve had thought about this for a long, long time. he sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth. the crew couldn’t just find an extra person for charity. they were already rationing their supplies amongst themselves, adding another person might as well be a goodbye to their albeit uncomfortable but familiar living.
“take me with you or no hourglass. your choice,” you crossed your arms, tone firm. yunho swallowed again, putting his cutlass away and rubbing a hand on his face, “you’ll have to talk to the captain.” “fine, then take me to him.” “you can’t just-” yunho wanted to scream. despite being a pirate since birth, he’d never experienced a situation like this, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
“you know what? fine, let’s go find him,” yunho pursed his lips. he knew for a fact hongjoong would never agree, but how else were they supposed to get the hourglass? it wasn’t like they could just bow their heads and march back onto the ship and off.
reminding himself of the crudely drawn map in their meeting room, yunho walked for what felt like hours with the intensity of your glare burning the back of his head. he thought he could drop onto his knees and thank the heavens the second he saw the familiar back of hongjoong.
hongjoong darted up at the sound of foreign footsteps, swinging his pistol at your face out of instinct. “she wants to speak to you,” yunho deadpanned, annoyed at the situation he was currently in. hongjoong lowered his pistol slightly, aiming at your chest now, “what do you want?” “i’ll talk when you get this pistol out of my face,” you frowned.
“i’m the one with the upper hand here, you really shouldn’t be making demands.” “considering i’m one of the remaining residents of this island who knows what you’re looking for and how to get it without dying, i don’t think you are.” hongjoong made a face, “and how do i know you’re telling the truth?” “you pirates. always so nervous about everything you see,” you paused, “i want to get off this island, you can help with that, and in return i’ll give you the hourglass.”
yunho looked for a reaction from hongjoong. when he was met with none, yunho was almost disappointed over the fact that his captain was considering his answer. “okay then,” hongjoong put his pistol away, “lead the way.” yunho felt his cheeks flushing at your cheeky smile. sure, he disliked you and your cocky attitude, but he wasn’t blind. anyone could tell you were gorgeous.
“i told you guys one of you was going to get into some shit. now look who’s cleaning it up?”
≡☆
it took a while for the entire crew to be gathered in the tiny cave the cromer rested in, all squished together to get a look at the hourglass while poor mingi stood on his tiptoes at the mouth of the cave. yunho watched in awe as you lifted your hands up, determined to keep his eyes open, only to be slapped with another aggressive gust of wind blowing in his face again.
he blinked cautiously, not realising his eyes had shut involuntarily. yunho vaguely felt his breath hitching at the infamous hourglass held in your hands. the gentle glow of each individual grain amongst the heaps of sand shimmered, tugging on his attention, while contrasting with the simple and plain metal supporting the phials.
“so?” you shifted your weight, waiting for something to happen.
and something happened indeed.
one look from hongjoong was all the crew needed as san shoved you to the ground, with seonghwa snatching the cromer from your grip and tossing it to jongho, the rest sprinting back to their ship. yunho followed his crewmates swiftly, but not before throwing his head back and yelling a quick “sorry!”
in his defense, he was sorry. just not sorry enough to feel guilty about it.
he nearly crashed straight into wooyoung’s back as he skidded to a sudden halt, confused as to why they stopped. sitting on the edge of the ship, legs swinging with an unamused expression, was you. but how…
“you really think you can outrun a doe? how self-centered.” hongjoong stared right back at you, irritated, “you can’t come with us.” “then i’ll take that back.” “i’d like to see you try,” he retorted, pistol now in hand again, “you can outrun me but can you outrun a bullet aiming straight for your head?” you huffed, “i’m not asking you to adopt me or anything, i just need you to drop me off at the nearest island.”
“bullshit. you’re saying you want to go from one island to another?” jongho scoffed from beside wooyoung. “i can’t leave this place without company. please just-” you sighed, and yunho could tell you felt defeated, “please just take me with you.” if he didn’t feel guilty enough, he definitely felt bad now. “cap, maybe we should take her.”
hongjoong gave him an odd look, clearly bewildered, “you were the one who insisted on leaving her.” “yeah well, i kinda feel bad for her now. she’ll stay with us for a few days maximum then we’ll just drop her off somewhere,” yunho briefly glanced at you, lowering his voice now, “i mean, maybe she really can’t leave. what, are we just going to dump her here?”
“i say we make her a deal,” yeosang chimed in, “she can live with us until we locate a nearby island, but if we arrive and it ends up being a bad one, she can’t argue and climb back aboard.” hongjoong nodded approvingly, “yeah, that sounds good.”
yunho watched as your face lit up when he repeated their deal to you. he silently swore to himself to always bring happiness to you during your stay if it meant he could catch a glimpse of your endearing smile again.
≡☆
yunho had volunteered to wrap up the cut on your arm you earned from san’s shove, despite seonghwa usually being the one to tend to the crew’s injuries. he led you down the stairs and to the medical room (which, really, was just their meeting room with a medical kit placed on the table), kicking away scraps of used bandages to the corner, praying you didn’t see them.
as he sat you down opposite him and began prepping the bandages, he began to wonder about you. where were your parents? how did you manage to come onto the island? why did you not have friends? what-
“you look like you have questions.” his gaze snapped up from your arm to your eyes, “no i- well, yeah, kind of.” you laughed lightly, “it’s okay, i get it. i’d be confused too.” yunho hoped you took the redness tainting his cheeks as embarrassment from being caught rather than his giddiness from your laugh. he motioned for you as he got started on wrapping your arm.
“i used to live on a different island, where my parents were. i met this guy, chan, and after being friends with him for a year or so, he offered to take me on a trip with his seven friends. i agreed. i honestly don’t know why i did. it was a spur of the moment thing. i followed him to the docks, where his ship was. turns out he’s a pirate and he’s the captain, much like your crew, actually.
“they said they wanted to go find some ‘treasures’, i just assumed they were joking around. they said they wanted to find an hourglass, i think one of the crew, hyunbin or whatever, said it belonged to his father. i remembered having heard some legends about it, and offered to lead the way. we searched for months, and finally found it on this island.
“when we arrived, they began arguing over who got to have it; they all had a different timeline in mind. someone wanted to go find their dead parents, someone wanted to rescue their girlfriend, it was- it was a lot,” you closed your eyes, throwing your head back, “we weren’t even from this timeline, for fuck’s sake! they fucked with the cromer as soon as they got their grubby hands on it, knowing damn well it was a full moon! i don’t even know what happened, to be honest, either that, or i can’t remember. it doesn’t matter. i don’t want to anyway.
“i think it’s something to do with the stupid hourglass. my theory is it passes down ownership to whomever it deems worthy to hold it, eliminating the past owners. that’s how i ended up alone. i tell myself they each left one by one, but it still bothers me how cursed magic like that exists. i don’t know, the whole thing’s really messed up. i guess being the holder gives you power to hide or expose it to others, because, well, as you saw, i could play around with its surroundings.” yunho hummed, taking in all the information.
he tightened the knot on your bandage, breathing out through his nose and rocking on his chair, “well, now that i know a lot about you, ask me anything you want.” “anything?” you lifted your head up again, eyes wide. yunho smiled, “yeah.” you leaned forward, head resting against your palms, “how are you so cute?”
yunho began spluttering, rocking a bit too far back on his chair, nearly falling over until you grabbed his hand, laughing at his reaction. as soon as he steadied himself, he yanked his hand away, feeling like his entire skin was on fire. you had a proud grin on your face, “i’m playing with you. though, really, you are cute.” he was genuinely convinced right then and there that you were the human form of heaven itself with the way his heart was palpitating.
the only dilemma yunho was having with himself was the fact that you couldn’t stay with them.
he liked to think that you shared the same thought as him.
≡☆
somehow, hours later, yunho found himself next to you on the beach, admiring the sunset from afar. “i haven’t had company in ages,” you commented, “it’s nice. especially since it’s you.” yunho had really wanted to kick his feet and giggle over your bold words, but he opted for a light chuckle.
“do you ever miss your old timeline? or dimension, or however you say it,” he regretted his words instantly at the sad look on your face. “all the time. i had a boyfriend, you know? he tried to stop me from going. i ignored him out of spite because of the amount of arguments we got into before i left. they were mostly to do with chan, he never trusted him, and neither should i have.”
yunho ignored the new, strange sense of jealousy he was feeling, and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “you wouldn’t have known.” you only gave a weak smile in response. “so tell me about your boyfriend.” you stiffened up slightly before relaxing again. if yunho wasn’t staring at you, he would’ve missed it entirely.
“well, he was the sweetest guy i’ve ever met. people compared him to a puppy all the time because of his energy,” you hesitated, “he had dyed blond-ish hair, a cute smile, a great sense of humour. he was tall, and was really popular. he always knew just how to cheer me up when i was down. he was considerate, caring, kind, he was everything.” yunho felt himself slowly getting upset. how could he ever compare to him? he sounded perfect.
“jealous?” you teased, nudging him. “not at all,” yunho rolled his eyes, playing with his compass again. he watched your eyes lower onto the very object, a soft look in them. “of course you still have it,” you murmured. “what?” yunho furrowed his brows. had he heard correctly? “it’s nothing.”
≡☆
nighttime rolled around and eventually all of them gathered around; yunho had found himself subconsciously scooting closer to you, landing himself a knowing look from mingi.
while your eyes connected with the flames yeosang started minutes ago, yunho couldn’t help but admire every inch of your carefully sculpted face. it was funny, wasn’t it? how he, at first, hated your overconfident demeanour, your demanding character, your addictive voice, your adorable laugh… huh. maybe he’d never hated you.
“so are you guys going to hide it now that you have to wait to use it?” you tilted your head curiously, and yunho wanted to choke a fistful of sand down his throat to contain the squeals that were threatening to bubble up with how absolutely beautiful you were. he shrugged, “most likely.” “the full moon’s in three days. where would you hiding it for three days?” “up san’s ass,” wooyoung laughed, before getting smacked by san.
yunho couldn’t bring himself to laugh at wooyoung’s immature joke. not when he now knew that he never had a chance with you to begin with.
but hearing your contagious laughter made him think of how lucky he was to have met you at all.
≡☆
“i know you, yunho, and i know you like her-” “like is an exaggeration.” seonghwa rolled his eyes, “just listen to me. she’s not going to be staying with us for long, and if you keep giving yourself a chance to get to know her, you’ll end up getting heartbroken.” “but isn’t that the point? maybe, when we use the cromer and get to a different dimension, maybe we can be together there…” he trailed off at how ridiculous he sounded. “that’s not how it works, and you know it,” seonghwa’s tone was now stern, almost to the point of telling yunho off.
“she clearly likes me too, can’t we at least enjoy the little amount of time we have together?” mingi tossed an arm around yunho from behind, “i say go for it.” “of course you’d say that,” seonghwa tsked, before continuing, “i’m asking you, as part of your crew, and your friend, to think this through.” “i am thinking this through!” yunho insisted, “i’d rather go through a heavy heartbreak than leave her with a bunch of ‘what if’s. i really do like her, seong-”
“no, you’re thinking this with your plan of finding her in a different timeline. yunho, you can’t do that. do you know how risky that is? ignoring the fact how we’ve only known her for a day too!” “of course i know,” he hissed, “but i don’t care how risky it is. i’m doing it.” “love at first sight, some might say,” mingi patted yunho’s shoulder. “oh, don’t get him started on love now,” seonghwa groaned. “love is a stretch, but i definitely find her interesting enough to want to be with her.” “just say you like her, yunho. everyone and their mothers can hear your giggles at night in your room,” hongjoong teased.
yunho’s face flushed, “i don’t giggle!” with that, he left the tiny crowd and stormed off to the meeting room. to his surprise, you were sitting at his regular seat, examining his compass. he left it there?
“so you want to be with me?” you raised an eyebrow, running a thumb over the quote the same way yunho does. “what- no?” yunho scoffed, taking a seat beside you. “i heard you guys. you get loud when you’re defensive. it’s okay, it’s cute.” yunho was at a loss for words. grasping for straws to change the topic, he gestured to the compass, “why did you say something like ‘i still have it’?”
you grew silent, and yunho thought you hadn’t heard him. he was about to repeat his question when you opened your mouth to answer, “i knew you, jeong yunho.” he flinched at the full name coming out of your mouth, “how…” “in my timeline. i knew you.”
you had the same stiff posture as you did on the beach, and yunho recalled what you were talking about during that time, “your boyfriend…” “yeah.” suddenly it all made sense. the dyed blond hair, the puppy personality, tall… yunho had heard every single one of them.
“we were together?” his voice was barely above a whisper. you nodded sadly, a bittersweet smile plastered, “i never got to say sorry for not believing you.” “well, at least i got an apology now,” he wrapped his hand around yours, the compass in between your interlocked fingers, and the cromer, your chance of a new happily ever after, placed on the table just centimetres away.
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best friend's brother (bfb)
brother's best friend (bbf)
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lines/prompts
“what is that?”
i accidentally showed up at your door thinking it was mine but you're super cute and i'm drunk and i don’t want to leave
“is that the best you can do?”
“for the last time, please stop trying to airdrop me.”
“that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”
it's the apocalypse and i thought you were dead, but now you're here
"i'm in desperate need of a boyfriend right now."
“nope, i absolutely refuse to touch that.”
"what was that for?"
"this is not exactly the first date i had in mind."
"what else could possibly go wrong at this point?" ... "that."
"you never saw me."
"please stop."
"you said come up with any kind of plan. well, this is my plan, deal with it."
"stop doing that. it's ugly."
why did i wake up in my (enemy's/best friend's) bed half naked
“hold on, you killed them?”
"leave."
"well, based on the direction of the wind, the cracks in the ground, and the disturbance in the atmosphere, i'd guess they went that way."
"so, you hate me?" "yeah." "but you have to protect me?" "yeah."
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SYNOPSIS . . . life is hard and sometimes you just need to indulge in things you don't normally let yourself have. this time? it's wooyoung.
RATING . . . R / 18+
WC . . . 2.3 k
WARNINGS . . . SMUT. unprotected sex (☹️). reader and wooyoung are slightly intoxicated but consensual. heavy making out. hair pulling. neck kissing (idk if it was for their own pleasure or my own). oral (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). multiple orgasms. wooyoung calls reader a good girl multiple times. creampie.
NOTE . . . the smut is bad 😅 this fic was for the underworldnet elysium summer event day two (indulgence if you couldn't tell by the title). since the net closed down i'll just post it as is anyway :) @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet
You gulp down the shot the bartender had just poured out for you, immediately looking back at him and eyeing the now empty glass you had in front of you. The music in the club is loud and the bodies around you paired with the alcohol in your system make your skin hot and sticky.
You needed this.
You throw this one back too, giving a tight smile at the woman who sat tall and perfectly poised next to you. As you turn your head back to your glass, you roll your eyes at the thought of coming to a place like this and just sitting there, only taking small sips of your drink as a particularly attractive man passed by. It personally wasn’t your idea of a fun night out and you couldn’t relieve your stress that way.
You deserved this.
You immediately down the third shot, a trickle of tequila dribbling past your lips and down your chin. It doesn’t really bother you at this point, already 3 drinks and who knows how many shots into your night, but you can see the woman who sat tall and perfectly poised next to you sending judgmental glares your way and decide to go and wipe your chin for both of your sakes. But a thumb that didn’t belong to you beat you to it, tilting your head to your other side as it wiped your chin, once, and then again, swiping across your bottom lip as you stared in confusion.
Your eyes trail along the arm until they meet the person attached to it and you’re immediately stunned at the man before you. A silver chain choker wrapped so nicely around his throat and a matching set of silver earrings dangled from his ears. His jet black hair is styled back aside from a couple strands strategically loosely curled outwards, looking so effortless and like he just pushed his hands through his hair and that was what came out. The simple white tank and leather jacket drove the idea home. Your eyes trailed his face as he looked down at where his hand connected with your chin.
He clicked his tongue as he shook his head, a mocking pout on his lips as his hand moved softly wiggled your chin side to side. “And what has you so tense and pouty today, pretty girl?” The question dances into your ears, his voice low and teasing. You scoff at his words as soon as you register the situation and cross your leg over the other in a weak attempt at calming the feeling that flooded your body when he spoke.
He pouted again as he leaned on the bar to look you in the eye. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell Wooyoung what’s weighing on your shoulders.” Your heart thumped at the look on his face. You cleared your throat to ease the lump that arose when you locked eyes with the pretty man you had now come to know as Wooyoung in front of you. “Just life.” You shrug lamely as you take a sip of the drink you had ordered. Wooyoung nodded as he brought the glass in his hand up to his lips for a sip of his drink.
You can’t help but watch as he does so. You couldn’t help the stare you gave the silver rings that adorned some of his slender fingers as he grasped the glass. His Adam's apple was bobbing with every gulp and his lips glistened from the alcohol he had just consumed. And when he brought the glass back down he looked out at the crowd, but you noticed a drip of alcohol sliding down his chin. Without another thought, you brought your hand up, gripping his chin between your forefinger and thumb, turning his head your way as you focused on wiping the liquid from his face. His eyes are dark when they lock with yours, piercing straight through you as you still, fingers still holding his chin. And you can read exactly what he’s thinking because there’s no doubt in your mind that the heat running through your veins is no longer from the alcohol flooding your system but from the man in front of you.
You dropped your hand from his chin but your eyes are still locked and the tension is thick. You’re just staring at each other when Wooyoung gets pushed towards where you sat, but he catches himself with one hand on the bar and the other on the seat you sat in. You gasp as your hands fly up and land on his chest to try to steady him as he fell forward. He’s a lot closer now and you can smell his cologne and see the sweat that has accumulated around his hairline since he got here. Your hands close around the fabric resting on his chest at the proximity between you two, your eyes still staring at him. But you can’t focus on anything anymore now that his lips are inches from yours.
You deserve this.
And that’s all you need to rationalize pulling him forward and smashing your lips against his. You can feel the goosebumps rising yet your body is hot all over. Your skin burns on your waist as his hands land there and clutches the fabric to pull you further into him. You sit a little higher in your seat, stretching your neck a little bit to reach his lips better as your hands travel up his chest and grip onto the hair at the nape of his neck. You sigh into the kiss, so indulged in how his tongue leaves the taste of vodka and cigarettes behind in your mouth and the way he groans every time you tug on his hair.
Wooyoung is still kissing you when you feel one of his hands leave your waist. Wooyoung chases your lips as you pull away to see what he’s fumbling around for, groaning when you successfully pull away only to see him slap some cash on the bar. His hair is a bit ruined from your hands and his lips are glossy and swollen and he looks so beautiful with the club lights shining on him. You can’t resist him anymore and grab his hand, pulling him away from the bar and out of the club once you hop off your seat and towards a cab that sat outside. You're quick to give the driver your address before you’re back to making out with Wooyoung.
The ride seems long but in reality you knew the drive was only 10 minutes to your apartment. “We’re here.” The driver pulls to a stop in front of your building and you pull away, throwing a quick ‘thanks’ as you stumble out of the cab and into the building. Wooyoung couldn’t keep his hands off of you, hands running up and down your body as his lips landed on your neck. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you as his breath flowed over your skin. “Can’t you wait just a little longer?” The elevator doors open right then and Wooyoung replies. “Nope.” You let out a yelp as he spins you and picks you up, holding you by your ass as your legs wrap around his waist. “Which door?” You point at the door at the end of the hall, keys already in your hand for when you arrive.
Wooyoung’s lips are back on your neck when you finally arrive, busying himself by kissing your neck as you reach behind you to unlock the door. “It’s open.” You breathe out and Wooyoung pushes his way in, shutting the door as he pins you against it. “Finally.” Wooyoung’s lips slam against yours as your hands drop your bag so you could wrap your fingers in his hair. Wooyoung groans at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Pull it.” He mumbles the words against your lips so you give it a tug, moving your lips down his neck as his head tilts back. You suck on his neck, licking each spot you left behind on his soft skin. Wooyoung pulls your bodies away from the door and walks towards your bedroom, dropping you on the bed once he gets there.
Wooyoung’s eyes lock with your own before he drops to his knees at the edge of your bed and pulls your legs towards his body. You lift yourself on one of your elbows to watch as Wooyoung slips out of his jacket and tank before he rips your jeans off your legs. He looks between your legs, staring at the dark spot soaking your panties. His eyes flit back to yours, a smirk on his face as his hands trail up your legs. “All this for me? I haven’t even done anything yet.” Your breaths are shaky as his cold hands reach the band of your underwear and pulls them off. “Now be a good girl and come on my tongue, ok?”
Your hands tighten around the sheets and your upper body falls back against the bed as his tongue licks a slow swipe, dipping into your sopping hole at first and then sucking on your sensitive nub at the end. “Woo.” You can’t even say his name as he begins to work his tongue. In response to your groans, Wooyoung dips his tongue into your cunt again, his hand reaching for one of yours to pry the sheets from your fingers and guiding it down to his hair. Your body is already so overwhelmed just from his tongue, your breath hitches and your fingers tighten around his hair when he pushes a finger in you.
Wooyoung groans when you pull his hair and you can feel the vibrations move through your body. He’s moving slowly. You can’t keep your hips from bucking into Wooyoung’s face in an attempt to speed things along. But Wooyoung wasn’t having it and wrapped an arm around your waist to pin it down. You tugged on his hair, another groan leaving your lips. You want to tell him to hurry up, you want to tell him to live up to his words. But before you can say anything, Wooyoung adds another finger, his pace picking up as he slurps up your juices.
Your fingers tighten around his hair as he picks up his pace, pumping both fingers into you, curling them right into your sweet spot every time. Your legs have closed around his head and your feet are pulling him further into your heat as he works his lips, sucking on your clit and lapping every drop that leaks out of you. “Woo.” Your voice has pitched into a whine and he knew you were close. His pace picks up and you can’t even find it in you to be embarrassed by the squelching of his fingers moving in and out of your hole because the pleasure was too much. With a couple more pumps and his lips sucking on your clit, you tightened around his fingers and came on his tongue just like he had requested.
Your thighs trembled around his head and your chest heaving with heavy pants as he continued lapping up your juices, his tongue prodding into your hole to get every drop. Finally, you could feel him rising from his knees and his face appeared above yours, his lips glossy from your release and his hair sticking out in every direction from your tight grip on the black locks. Wooyoung adjusted you higher on the bed as he leaned in close to your face. Your breath hitched at the proximity. “Such a good girl, let’s see if you can do that again, hm?” You didn’t even notice when Wooyoung had finished undressing, only realizing he had when you felt the tip of his cock slide between your folds.
A gasp leaves your lips as your hands come up to grab onto his biceps on either side of your head. Wooyoung smirks as he squishes your cheeks between one of his hands and moves your head so you can lock eyes with him. “You’re so reactive to everything I do.” You keep your eyes locked with his. You’re so entranced by his voice and his body that you’re taken by surprise when he finally thrusts his cock deep into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues the pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sharply thrusting back into you.
You’re both moaning and groaning each others names, so completely indulged in the others body and you made each other feel. Wooyoung’s cock is thick and you can feel your hole swallowing him every time he moved. “You’re so right.” Wooyoung’s hand travels down your thigh and pulls it a little higher on his waist so he could hit your sweet spot a little better. “Wooyoung.” Your nails start to dig into the skin of his back, latching on and refusing to let go as you got close.
Wooyoung could tell you were almost there and picked up his pace as one of his hands reached down to rub circles on your clit. Wooyoung grunted with each thrust and his hair slipped in front of his eyes. “C’mon pretty girl, cum for me.” Your cunt tightened around his cock as you came once again, the noises from your juices lewd as he thrusted up into you a couple more times before he shot his load in you.
You were both panting as he pulled out of you and flipped next to you, chest moving quickly as he caught his breath. You let out a quiet groan as your hole clenches at the emptiness and feel the combination of your and Wooyoung’s release leaking out of you. Wooyoung sits up and lets out a chuckle. “Feel better?” Your head lulls to the side so you could look at him better. “What?” Your brows furrow in confusion. Wooyoung leans down so his lips are by your ear and his hand trailing down to your hole. You shudder from sensitivity and let out a moan as he scoops up whatever leaked out of your hole and stuffs it back into you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
BLUE CJERRIES BLUE CHERRIES BLUE CHERRIES AND THE LIAR AND HIS LOVER AHHH LOOKING FOWARDBTO THESE!! i’ll be looking out for a taglist for those two 💗💗💗
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) Five years ago, the seas became unruly; there were waves large enough to drown islands, storms deadly enough to destroy anything, and monsters big enough to swallow ships. Everyone avoided the waters, never daring to stray too far from the shores. People had adapted to this lifestyle, but things changed for the worse. A report of dark mist swallowing islands and killing everything in its path was made. No one knew what it was. Everyone dreaded it, praying that it wouldn’t reach their islands. Around the same time, things changed for your family as well.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) seonghwa x fem!reader; pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask! It is here! The prologue to The Ring! Since it is still Yeosang Day where I live, this is my contribution to celebrating our irl manhwa prince's birthday. I wanted it to be a little longer but decided that the time skip would be better suited for chapter 1, and I also wanted to let Yeosang shine here, especially because it's his birthday. Anyways, do send an ask to be added to the taglist if you are interested!
It took just one storm to change the world.
Three hundred nautical miles off the coast of Crestshore, you stand on the upper deck of your father’s ship, Fougueux, regarding the horizon. Suddenly, you spot dark clouds that are approaching at a rapid pace. You love storms, but only when you’re on land. Storms bring a sense of peace to the capital of the kingdom of Sirelia, and the aftermath of the storm is stunning. Everything looks like it has been reborn once the storm passes. But on the sea, storms mean nothing but trouble. As you watch this particular storm building quickly, you feel a chill of apprehension deep in your bones, like something is going to happen. This storm is angrier and far stronger than any you have ever seen, and you have seen multiple storms during the thirteen years of your life.
Heavy footsteps approach from behind; the purposeful strides and confident gait of your father cause you to turn around. He, too, is watching the horizon with a frown that mars his usually kind and peaceful disposition.
“You should take shelter in the Captain’s quarters,” he tells you softly, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently guiding you to the aft of the ship.
As you walk down the deck, you can’t get rid of the tingle that runs down your spine, an urgency you can’t seem to find the reason for. As the now rough waves spray you with salty water, a feeble voice cuts through the roar of the angry sea. The voice, though exhausted, carries a musicality that nestles into the deepest reaches of your heart and causes you to break away from your father.
“Y/N!”
You ignore his urgent call and grip the mahogany bannister tightly to keep your balance. You fight against the waves battering your small frame and peek at the waters beneath, only to gasp in horror. Another wave batters against the ship with an aggression that makes you feel as if the waves want to clutch at your dress and drag you down into the ocean. You choke on the salty water but manage to catch sight of the wooden raft and the body of a young boy. He seems older than you, but not by much.
“There– there’s a person,” your words are airy, and you're trembling from head to foot. It is a miracle that your father hears you and rushes into action.
Soon they have the male on deck and in the Captain’s Quarters, where you had been escorted to while the others worked to save the boy you had spotted. Now that you can see him clearly, you let your eyes wander along his frame, taking in every bit of his person. Hugging the blanket closer to yourself, you take in the way the pink strands of hair frame his face despite being sopping wet, like the silken fabric clinging to his frame, tarnished by whatever tragedy this young male had faced. Despite the frayed and ripped edges, you can tell that the fabric is expensive, for it has a shine that puts even the silk exported by your kingdom—known for being the best fabric in the world—to shame.
As you let your eyes follow the high angle of his cheekbones and the delicate elegance of his person, you realise that bruises and scrapes dot his skin. Worried, you approach the unconscious male gently and press two fingers to the pulse point on his neck, just like your tutor had shown you. You’re relieved to feel the faint ebb of blood beneath his skin and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you note that there doesn’t seem to be any heavy bleeding.
That night, much after the storm has passed and the healer has tended to the young boy’s injuries, you find yourself by his side, unable to sleep a wink. As you look at the sea from the small window in the cabin, a sense of dread settles in your bones. Something is wrong with the sea, you can’t exactly tell what it is, but there’s a dangerous undercurrent that wasn’t there before.
You hear a weak groan and whip your head towards the boy, only to catch his eyes fluttering open. He gasps for breath and tries to get up, but you press a firm yet gentle hand to his shoulder, urging him to lie back down.
“The healer said you must not move for at least a few days, your ribs are bruised, and you have many other injuries,” you speak in a tone that seems far more mature than what the boy would have expected from a girl your age, and he is surprised. Somehow, you remind him of his friend from back home.
“H-how long was I out?” His voice is slightly raspy from disuse and probably also due to the salty water he had gulped down when he was drowning.
“I’m not sure,” you tell him honestly. “You were unconscious when we fished you out of the sea. Do you want some water?” You add as an afterthought.
The boy nods thankfully, and you bring a glass to his lips, helping him swallow some.
“Where am I?” the boy asks. “And… who are you?”
“You’re onboard Fougueux, and we’re sailing towards the Kingdom of Sirelia,” you answer in a softer tone. “I’m Y/N. And you are…?”
“Yeosang.”
You nod. Finally, you have a name for the pink-haired boy, you are glad that he at least remembered things about himself. The healer had been worried about the possibility that he would suffer from memory loss.
“How did you get here? And where are you from?” you finally ask. You have been curious about it for a while now.
“I don’t remember,” Yeosang mumbles after a while. “The last thing I remember is the storm and huge waves.”
Oh dear, looks like the healer was right, you sigh.
You send him a small smile, though, “That’s okay. You’re safe here, Yeosang. Now, you should get some more rest. I’ll inform the healer that you have woken up and will be back with something for you to eat, you must be famished.”
Yeosang's stomach growls at the prospect of food, and you giggle at the redding of his ears.
— oh, how we love it when the warm sun finally peaks over the clouds, how it warms our skin and has the meadows blooming. how the waters sparkle and shine, the blues, the yellows, all these different colors embracing each other. some of us like a relaxing time in the mountains, getting carried away by the cold, rippling rivers. some of us like it at the coast, near the sea, listening to the waves and the smell of sea salt just wafting through the air. but what happens if those same waves pull us down into a different world, into a more complex world than ours?
welcome to my summer collaboration! now that summer stands on our doorstep, i've decided to host a collaboration to all our fanfiction writers.
what is this collab about?
this collab is all about fantasy and summer! we dive deeper into our fantasies we have in the summertime.
what are the requirements for our writing?
the fic you are writing has to be over one thousand words long and it has to be a fantasy au set in summer.
what fandoms can join?
everyone who writes fanfiction can join!
nsfw or sfw?
as long as you tag everything and put a “read more” divider, than you should be good with darker content too!
the rules:
i do not want to see anything racist, homophobic, islamophobic, xenophobic, ableist, or anything offening towards the people that join! as soon as i see something offending towards someone or a group of people, you will be terminated from this collaboration.
do you have any questions?
for any type of questions, you can dm me! i’ll make a discord server if enough people decide to join, though.
no like that anon is correct i be crying whenever i read your fics like the fat droplets just roll down my cheeks uninvited like, i need your comeback now
i digress in the tags but then bring it back with some love at the end because i strive to write with such intensity and emotion like you and other writers i will always support when i can!! 💗💗
