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I know your requests are closed but this fanfic idea is stuck in my head, hear me out, Jungwon and reader are on a road trip heading to a cabin in the woods for the weekend and they argue in the car causing them to pull into a rest stop for air and Jungwon tries to make it up to the reader but they end up frustrated (š) and don't resolve anything until they get to the cabin
Road trip
~ Pairing: bf!jungwon x gf!reader
~ Established relationship, road trip/vacation, non-idol au, smut
~ A/N: hi anon! Don't worry, I'm gonna officially open my requests back again! Your fic idea was very good
The highway stretched ahead like an endless gray ribbon, cutting through dense forests that blurred into green streaks at the edges of your vision. Youād been driving for nearly three hours, the city long behind you and the promised weekend at the cabin: quiet woods, a crackling fireplace, just the two of you, had sounded perfect when Jungwon suggested it. Now, with the late afternoon sun slanting through the windshield and your shoulders tight from the weekās stress, perfection felt very far away.
Jungwonās hands flexed on the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the black leather. His dark hair was tousled from running his fingers through it and the familiar scent of his cologne (clean, woody, with that sharp citrus edge) filled the car. You loved that smell. Usually. Right now it was just another thing pressing in too close.
"Are you seriously still mad about the playlist?" he asked, voice low but edged with irritation. The soft indie track heād chosen faded into something slower, more melancholic. You reached for your phone anyway.
"Itās not the playlist. Itās that you never listen when I say the directions are wrong." You tapped the screen, pulling up the map app again. The little blue dot showed youād missed the turnoff ten minutes ago. "We shouldāve taken exit 47. Now weāre adding twenty minutes because Mr. I Know These Roads refused to check."
Jungwon exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tightening. "Babe, the GPS rerouted us. Itās fine. Weāre not lost."
"Weāre not lost yet" you muttered, sinking back into the passenger seat. The leather creaked under you. Your legs were restless, bare thighs sticking slightly to the seat in your denim shorts. The argument had started innocently enough, over what to listen to after youād complained the last three songs were too slow for a road trip but it had snowballed, feeding on the exhaustion you both carried from the week. Jungwonās new job had him working insane hours and your own deadlines had left you drained. This trip was supposed to fix that. Instead, the car felt smaller with every passing mile.
He reached over, resting a hand on your thigh. His palm was warm, fingers long and familiar as they squeezed gently. "Hey. Iām sorry. I shouldāve double-checked. Letās not ruin the weekend before we even get there."
You wanted to lean into the touch. Part of you already did, your body instinctively softening under his hand. But the frustration lingered, a tight knot in your chest. "Itās not just the turn. Itāsā¦ everything. Iāve been looking forward to this and now weāre snapping at each other like weāre still in the city."
Jungwonās thumb brushed slow circles on your skin, inching higher. "Then letās fix it. Pull over, get some air. Yell at me properly if you need to." His voice dropped, that teasing lilt creeping in. "Or I can make it up to you another way."
The suggestion sent a flicker of heat through you, but you swatted his hand half-heartedly. "Eyes on the road, Won."
He chuckled, low and warm, but the sound didnāt fully erase the tension. A few minutes later, he took the next exit toward a rest stop nestled among tall pines. The parking lot was mostly empty, just a couple of trucks and one other car far off near the vending machines. Jungwon parked at the far end, under the shade of overhanging branches and killed the engine.
Silence settled heavily between you.
You unbuckled and stepped out first, the cool forest air washing over your heated skin. It smelled like pine and damp earth, a far cry from the carās stuffy interior. You stretched your arms overhead, your cropped tank top riding up and heard Jungwonās door close behind you.
He came around the front of the car, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, shoulders slightly hunched. Even frustrated, he looked unfairly good: sharp jawline, cat-like eyes softened with regret, full lips pressed together. The white t-shirt he wore clung to his chest, sleeves hugging his biceps. Jungwon had always been athletic, but the last few months of gym sessions to blow off work stress had carved him even more defined.
"Iām sorry" he said again, closing the distance. His hands found your waist, pulling you gently against him until your back met the warm hood of the car. "I was being stubborn. I hate when we fight, especially when I know youāre tired."
You let your hands rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "Iām sorry too. I snapped. This week sucked for both of us."
His forehead dropped to yours, noses brushing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, comfortable, the kind of couple who could weather small storms. Then his hands slid lower, cupping your ass through your shorts and squeezing as he tilted his head to kiss you.
The kiss started soft, apologetic. His lips moved gently against yours, tasting faintly of the iced coffee heād finished earlier. You melted into it, fingers curling into his shirt. But Jungwon deepened it quickly, tongue tracing your bottom lip until you parted for him. The kiss turned hungry, messy. He tasted like want, like the promise of everything youād been missing during your busy schedules.
"Fuck, Iāve wanted this" he murmured against your mouth, nipping your lower lip. One hand slipped under the hem of your tank top, palm gliding up your bare back. His skin was hot, fingertips calloused from guitar practice he still squeezed in on weekends. "Been thinking about you the whole drive. How good you look in these shorts. How much better youāll look with them off at the cabin."
Heat pooled low in your belly. You arched into him, feeling the growing hardness pressing against your hip through his sweatpants. "Wonā¦" you breathed, tilting your head as his mouth trailed to your jaw, then down the column of your neck. He sucked lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear, the one that always made your knees weak.
His other hand pushed between your bodies, fingers dipping under the waistband of your shorts, brushing the edge of your panties. "Let me make it up to you right here" he whispered, voice rough. "Just a little. No oneās around."
The risk sent a thrill through you. The rest stop was quiet, trees shielding you from the main road, but the occasional distant hum of a passing car reminded you this wasnāt private. Still, you didnāt stop him when he cupped you through the thin fabric, rubbing slow, firm circles that made you gasp.
You reached down, palming him through his pants. He was fully hard now, thick and hot under your touch. Jungwon groaned quietly, hips twitching forward into your hand. "Babyā¦ yeah, like that."
For a few heated minutes, it was perfect: frantic kisses, his fingers slipping beneath your panties to stroke your slick folds, your hand stroking him in rhythm. The frustration from the car melted into something sharper, needier. Your breath came in short pants against his neck as he circled your clit with practiced precision, two fingers teasing your entrance but not pushing in.
Then a car door slammed somewhere across the lot.
You both froze. Jungwonās hand stilled, his body tensing against yours. The voices of an older couple drifted faintly on the breeze, laughing, talking about snacks. Not close, but close enough.
"Shit" he muttered, pulling his hand back reluctantly. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing hard. His erection throbbed against your palm. "Too public."
You squeezed him once more before letting go, equally breathless. The ache between your legs was insistent now, a deep, unsatisfied throb. "We should get back on the road."
But neither of you moved right away. Jungwon kissed you again, slower this time, but the edge was still there, frustration simmering beneath the tenderness. When he finally stepped back, adjusting himself with a grimace, his eyes were dark with unresolved want.
The drive resumed in heavier silence than before. The missed exit was corrected, but the tension had only thickened. Every shift in your seat reminded you of how wet you still were, how close youād been. Jungwonās hand returned to your thigh, but this time his grip was tighter, almost possessive.
"Youāre killing me" he said after a while, voice strained. "I know how turned on you are. This cabin better have thick walls because when we get thereā¦"
The promise hung in the air, electric and unfinished. You crossed your legs, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. The argument had been resolved on the surface, but the deeper irritation: the weekās stress, the interrupted heat, left you both wound tight.
Another thirty minutes passed. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. Jungwonās playlist had long since been swapped for something upbeat, but it did little to distract. Your hand wandered to his thigh this time, tracing patterns that made his breath hitch.
"Stop teasing if youāre not going to finish it" he warned, glancing at you with a heated look. There was a hint of that earlier stubbornness in his tone, mixed with pure lust.
"I could say the same to you" you shot back, but there was no real bite left. Just anticipation edged with annoyance at the delay.
By the time the turnoff for the cabin appeared your body felt like a live wire. Jungwonās jaw was set, knuckles white again on the wheel. The car bumped along the path, trees closing in around you like a cocoon.
The cabin came into view: a charming wooden frame with a wide porch, fairy lights already strung along the railing (a surprise he must have arranged) and smoke curling lazily from the chimney: someone had come by earlier to start the fire, as promised.
Jungwon parked and cut the engine. For a second, you both just sat there, staring at the peaceful scene. Then his hand found yours, squeezing.
"Inside. Now."
The promise in his voice sent another wave of heat through you.
The cabin door had barely clicked shut behind you before Jungwon was on you.
His duffel bag hit the wooden floor with a dull thud, forgotten. Strong hands grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back met the smooth log wall. The fairy lights on the porch cast a warm, golden glow through the front window, but inside the main room was all flickering firelight from the hearth and the low amber lamps the owner had left on earlier. It painted sharp shadows across his face, those sharp, pretty features now darkened with raw hunger.
"Finally" he growled, voice low and rough like gravel. No more apologies, no more careful restraint. His mouth crashed into yours, all teeth and tongue and pent-up need. The kiss was messy, desperate, weeks of stolen moments and busy schedules pouring out in one heated clash. You tasted the faint salt of his skin when your tongues met, felt the way his breath hitched when you bit his lower lip.
Jungwonās hands were everywhere. One slid up under your tank top, shoving the fabric high so he could palm your breast, thumb flicking over your already-hard nipple. The other gripped your ass, pulling you flush against him so you could feel exactly how hard he was: thick and straining against the front of his sweatpants.
"Won...fuck..." you moaned into his mouth as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers just the way you liked. The frustration from the car, the rest stop, the entire exhausting week, crackled between you like electricity.
He broke the kiss only to yank your tank top over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Your bra followed seconds later, unclasped with practiced ease. Cool air kissed your heated skin for only a moment before his mouth latched onto one breast, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging sharply as pleasure shot straight between your legs.
"You have no idea how fucking crazy you made me in that car" he muttered against your skin, switching to the other nipple and grazing it with his teeth. "Knowing how wet you were. Feeling you squeeze around my fingers and then having to stopā¦"
His hand shoved into your shorts without warning, two fingers sliding through your slick folds. You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and he groaned at the discovery, curling those long fingers to stroke your entrance teasingly.
"Jungwon" you whimpered, hips rocking into his touch. Your back arched off the wall, pushing more of your breast into his mouth.
He pulled back suddenly, dropping to his knees right there on the woven rug. In one swift motion he dragged your shorts and panties down your legs, helping you step out of them. Your shoes were kicked aside haphazardly. Then he hooked one of your thighs over his shoulder, opening you up completely.
"Look at you" he breathed, eyes dark as he stared at your glistening pussy. "So fucking pretty and dripping for me."
He didnāt tease. His mouth descended, tongue flattening against your clit in a broad, firm stroke that made your head thunk back against the wall. A loud moan tore from your throat as he licked and sucked with single-minded intensity, two fingers pushing deep inside you without preamble. He curled them instantly, finding that spongy spot that made your breath catch.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the cabin: loud slurping, his low groans vibrating against you, your own broken cries echoing off the wooden beams. He ate you like a man starved, alternating between fast flicks of his tongue on your clit and deep, thrusting strokes of his fingers. Your hands fisted tighter in his hair, thighs trembling around his head.
"Shit...Won, Iām...close already" you panted, hips grinding against his face.
He hummed in approval, doubling down. Three fingers now, stretching you open while his lips sealed around your clit and sucked hard. The coil in your belly snapped without mercy. You came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his ears as waves of pleasure crashed through you. He kept licking you through it, gentler but relentless, drawing out every last shudder until your legs threatened to give out.
Jungwon rose smoothly, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, sweet and filthy. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his waist. The hard line of his cock pressed right against your sensitive core through his sweatpants.
"Bedroom?" you gasped between kisses.
"Too far" he answered, already shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang up, thick and flushed dark at the tip, a bead of precum glistening at the slit. He was painfully hard, veins prominent along the shaft.
He lined himself up and pushed in with one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly at the stretch: tight, perfect, overwhelming after all that teasing. The wall creaked faintly behind you as he started moving, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.
"Fuck, you feel so good" he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you, his pelvis grinding against your clit with each snap. "So wet. So tight. Been thinking about this pussy the whole damn drive."
You clawed at his shoulders, nails digging through his thin white t-shirt. "Harder, Won. Please..."
He gave it to you. The pace turned brutal, skin slapping against skin, your back sliding against the wall with every powerful thrust. One of his hands held your ass, the other braced beside your head on the wall for leverage. Sweat already beaded on his forehead, his hair sticking to it messily. The fireplace crackled in the background, but all you could focus on was the drag of his cock inside you, the way he filled you so completely, the filthy praise spilling from his lips.
"All weekend. Gonna fuck you until you canāt walk straight."
The words sent fresh heat spiraling through you. Your second orgasm built fast, faster than the first. You squeezed around him, legs locked tighter around his waist.
"Thatās it, cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."
You shattered again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed and fluttered around him. Jungwon cursed, hips stuttering but not stopping. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, deep thrusts until he buried himself deep and came with a groan. Hot spurts filled you, his cock twitching inside as he rode it out, face buried in your neck.
For a long moment, you both just breathed: heavy, ragged, bodies slick with sweat. The frustration that had simmered for hours finally cracked, but it wasnāt gone. Not yet.
Jungwon pulled out slowly, a mix of your releases trickling down your thigh. He kissed you softly, almost reverently, then carried you bridal-style toward the bedroom at the back of the cabin. The bed was large, already made with soft flannel sheets and a thick comforter. He laid you down gently, but the look in his eyes said gentle wasnāt going to last.
He stripped off his remaining clothes, revealing the lean, toned body you knew so well: defined abs, sharp V-lines, that perfect cock already half-hard again. You reached for him, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand.
"My turn to take my time" he murmured, crawling over you.
He kissed down your body slowly now, neck, breasts, stomach, worshipping every inch. When he reached your core, he licked you clean with long, lazy strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of both of you. You whimpered, oversensitive but still aching for more.
By the time he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips up, you were dripping again. He entered you from behind in one smooth glide, deeper at this angle. His chest pressed to your back as he started thrusting, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in circles.
The new position had you moaning into the pillow, ass raised high for him. He fucked you steadily, whispering filthy things against your ear "So fucking perfect for meā¦ take every inchā¦ gonna fill you up again" until you came a third time, shaking beneath him.
Jungwon pulled out and turned you over once more, settling between your spread thighs face-to-face. This time it was slower, more intimate. He laced your fingers together above your head, hips rolling in deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you. His eyes never left yours, dark and full of love mixed with pure lust.
"I love you" he whispered between kisses, even as his pace quickened again. "Missed this so much."
You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back. "Love you too...ah...right there..."
The friction built again, intense and overwhelming. Your bodies moved together like they were made for this, sweat-slick skin sliding, breath mingling, the wet sounds of sex filling the cozy room. When you came this time, he followed right after, spilling deep inside you with a broken moan of your name.
You stayed connected for long minutes afterward, trading lazy kisses and soft touches as the fire in the main room continued to crackle. Eventually he pulled out and fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleaning you both gently before collapsing beside you and pulling the comforter over your tangled bodies.
The frustration was gone now, replaced by boneless satisfaction and the warm glow of being exactly where you belonged. Jungwonās arm draped possessively over your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck.
"Best road trip ever" he mumbled sleepily, lips brushing your skin.
You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his damp hair. "We still have the whole weekend."
He smiled against you. "Good. Because Iām nowhere near done with you."
Warning: smut, unprotected sex, semi public sex (window), fingering, oral f receiving, handjob, blowjob, niple play, shower sex, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms
A/N: again a short fic because i'm very busy and i have no time to write lately but it's still a good smut
The city never truly slept, but tonight it felt like it was whispering just for the two of you.
You stood by the tall window of your apartment, watching the sky bleed from burnt orange into deep indigo. Streetlights flickered on one by one along the avenue below and the distant hum of traffic rose like a familiar lullaby. It had been a long week: endless meetings, late deadlines and too many nights falling asleep on opposite sides of the city. But Kai had texted you earlier: Done early. Be there in twenty. Wear something pretty.
A smile tugged at your lips as you smoothed down the soft emerald dress youād chosen. It hugged your waist and fell just above your knees, simple but elegant enough for a spontaneous night out. Youād paired it with a light coat and the necklace heād given you for your one-year anniversary, a delicate silver chain with a tiny star pendant.
Exactly twenty-two minutes later, your phone buzzed.
Kai: Outside. Miss you already.
You grabbed your bag and headed down, heart picking up pace with every floor the elevator descended. The moment the lobby doors opened, you saw him leaning against his black car, tall frame relaxed in a black button-up and dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair had grown out a bit, falling softly over his forehead in that effortlessly handsome way that still made your stomach flutter even after two years together.
His eyes lit up the second they found you. That bright, genuine smile, the one that reached all the way to his dimples, spread across his face as he pushed off the car and met you halfway.
"Thereās my girl" he murmured, pulling you into his arms right there on the sidewalk. His embrace was warm, familiar and just tight enough to make you melt against his chest. He smelled like his usual clean citrus cologne mixed with the faint trace of the city air.
You tilted your head up for a kiss. It started soft, just a gentle press of lips, but Kai lingered, deepening it for a heartbeat longer than was strictly public-appropriate. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek.
"Missed this face" he said quietly. "Missed you."
"You saw me three days ago" you teased, even as your fingers curled into his shirt.
"Three days too long." He opened the passenger door for you with a small bow that made you laugh. Once you were both inside, he reached over to squeeze your thigh before pulling into traffic. "I was stuck in back-to-back calls until six. Told my team I had somewhere important to be tonight."
The city unfolded around you as he drove, neon signs glowing in pinks and blues, towering buildings glittering with office lights that hadnāt yet gone dark. The radio played low, some dreamy indie song Kai hummed along to under his breath. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole drive, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks up your skin.
He parked near the river district, one of your favorite parts of the city at night. The waterfront promenade stretched out ahead, lined with food stalls, pop-up markets and couples walking hand-in-hand under strings of warm fairy lights. The air carried the scent of grilled meat, sweet pastries and river breeze.
Kai laced his fingers with yours as you started walking. "Hungry?"
"Starving" you admitted.
"Good. Because Iām not letting you go home until weāve tried everything that looks good."
The night market was alive. Vendors called out their specials under brightly colored tarps. Steam rose from woks sizzling with stir-fried noodles and the sweet smell of candied strawberries and hotteok filled the air. Kaiās eyes sparkled with that playful energy he always had when he was fully present with you: no work stress, no schedule, just the two of you.
He bought you both cups of hotteok first: crispy pancakes filled with melted brown sugar and nuts. You shared bites as you walked, laughing when the filling oozed out and he dramatically tried to catch it with his mouth.
"Youāre such a dork" you giggled, wiping sugar from the corner of his lip with your thumb.
"Your dork" he corrected, catching your hand and kissing your sugar-dusted fingertip. His eyes held yours a second longer, something warmer flickering behind the playfulness.
Next came skewered tteokbokki, spicy and chewy, which you ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the river. The water reflected the cityās lights like shattered stars. Kai draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against the cool night air. His jacket was already over your lap: heād insisted the moment he noticed you shiver.
"Remember that time we got lost here last year?" he asked, voice soft against your hair.
Kai laughed, the sound low and fond. "Best mistake ever. You looked so cute with that big orange cat on your lap."
You turned your head to look at him. In the shifting lights, his profile was beautiful: sharp jaw, soft eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks from the spicy food. Two years, and he still took your breath away.
"I love nights like this" you whispered. "Just us. No rush."
"Me too." He leaned in, kissing you slowly. His lips tasted like sugar and spice. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb stroking gently as the kiss lingered. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. "Been thinking about you all week. The way you laugh. The way you look at me. The way you feel in my armsā¦"
His voice had dropped, that husky edge creeping in. Your pulse quickened. You kissed him again, a little deeper this time, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing under your palm.
The market continued around you, people laughing, music drifting from a nearby performer but it all faded into background noise. There was only Kai. The warmth of his body. The way his fingers traced patterns on your waist over your dress.
You spent the next hour wandering deeper into the district. Kai won you a small plush penguin at a ring toss game after dramatically failing the first three tries, bowing theatrically when he finally succeeded on the fourth. You bought him a black beanie from a vendor because the night was getting colder and it looked adorable on him. He immediately pulled it on, then tugged you into a quiet alley between two buildings just to kiss you properly, away from the crowd.
This kiss wasnāt playful. It was slow and heated. His body pressed you gently against the brick wall, one thigh sliding between yours as his hands roamed your sides. You could feel the growing tension in him, the way his breath hitched when your fingers slipped under his shirt to touch warm skin.
"Babyā¦" he murmured against your mouth, voice rough. "If we keep this up, weāre not making it to the rest of the market."
You smiled, nipping his bottom lip. "Is that a promise?"
He groaned softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Youāre killing me."
But he behaved, mostly. The two of you continued on, sharing a cup of warm cinnamon milk tea, feeding each other bites of grilled cheese corn dogs and stopping to watch a street dancer perform under golden lights. Kai stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, swaying gently with you to the music.
At one point, he spun you around and danced with you right there on the sidewalk, both of you laughing as he dramatically dipped you. Passersby smiled. An older couple even clapped. Your heart felt so full it could burst.
As midnight approached, the crowd started to thin. The city lights grew brighter against the darker sky. Kaiās touches had grown more lingering: his hand on your lower back, fingers brushing the curve of your hip, lips ghosting your temple every few minutes. The promise of what was coming hung thick between you.
"Ready to head home?" he asked eventually, voice low.
Your apartment was closer, but you both knew his place, with the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, was where the night would end. You nodded, squeezing his hand.
The drive back was quieter. The air inside the car felt charged. Kaiās hand was back on your thigh, higher this time, fingers slipping just under the hem of your dress. Every red light became an opportunity for stolen kisses that grew hotter and more desperate.
By the time he pulled into the underground parking of his building, you were both breathing harder. He helped you out of the car, then pressed you against the side of it for one more kiss before you made it to the elevator.
Inside the elevator, the mirrored walls reflected you both: flushed cheeks, messy hair, his jacket still around your shoulders. Kai stood behind you, arms around your waist, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as the floors climbed.
"You look so beautiful tonight" he whispered against your skin. "Canāt wait to get you upstairs."
The elevator dinged. The door to his apartment barely closed behind you before he had you pressed against it again, but this time you both knew there would be no stopping.
The city lights sparkled endlessly through the huge windows, casting shifting colors across the living room. But all you could focus on was Kai: his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the entire glowing city that mattered.
The door had barely clicked shut behind you before Kaiās hands were on you again, turning you around and pressing your back against the cool wood with a hunger that had been simmering all night. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the apartment in shifting hues of sapphire, rose and gold. It felt like the entire skyline was watching, but neither of you cared.
"Finally" he breathed against your mouth, voice already rough with want. His kiss was deep and consuming, tongue sliding against yours as one large hand cupped the back of your neck and the other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against your stomach through his jeans and it sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.
You moaned softly into the kiss, fingers working open the buttons of his black shirt. Kai helped you, shrugging it off impatiently and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands roamed over his smooth chest, tracing the lean muscle of his shoulders and down the subtle ridges of his abdomen. He shivered under your touch, a low groan vibrating against your lips.
"Bedroom?" you whispered, even as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.
"No" he murmured, eyes dark as he looked at you. "Right here first. I want to see you against the city."
He spun you gently so you faced the windows, your palms pressing against the cool glass. From this high up, the city sprawled endlessly below: rivers of light from cars, glowing billboards, distant skyscrapers twinkling like stars. Kai stepped behind you, his bare chest warm against your back. He brushed your hair aside and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.
His hands slid down your sides, finding the zipper of your emerald dress. He took his time, dragging it down inch by inch while his lips never left your skin. The fabric loosened and he pushed the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, now only in your black lace bra and matching panties.
"God, youāre perfect" he whispered, hands roaming over your exposed skin. He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, letting it drop. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts from behind, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. You arched back into him with a soft gasp as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make pleasure spark down your spine.
"Kaiā¦" you moaned, pushing your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans.
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations through you. One hand stayed on your breast while the other traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found you already slick and hot. He groaned at the feeling, sliding two fingers between your folds and rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.
"So wet already" he murmured, nipping at your shoulder. "All night youāve been driving me crazy in that dress. Thinking about touching you like this."
You whimpered as he pressed two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. His thumb kept working your clit in steady rhythm while his other hand kneaded your breast. The city lights blurred in your vision as pleasure built, your breath fogging the glass.
He kept you there, fingers pumping steadily, until your thighs started trembling. "Thatās it, baby. Let go for me."
You came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as waves of heat crashed through you. Kai held you through it, murmuring praises against your neck "So beautifulā¦ love feeling you come" until the aftershocks faded.
He turned you around then, kissing you deeply as he walked you backward toward the bedroom. Clothes were shed along the way: his jeans kicked off, your panties left on the living room floor. By the time you reached the edge of his large bed, you were both naked. The massive window beside the bed offered the same stunning view, bathing his skin in ethereal light.
Kai guided you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. His cock was fully hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. He hissed in pleasure, hips twitching into your touch.
"Want to taste you first" he said, voice husky. He kissed down your body with reverence: collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your stomach until his broad shoulders settled between your thighs.
The first slow lick up your pussy made you moan loudly. Kai hummed in satisfaction, savoring you. He took his time, licking broad stripes before focusing on your clit, sucking it gently between his lips. Two fingers pushed back inside you, curling rhythmically as his tongue worked faster. Your hands fisted in his soft hair, hips rocking against his face.
"Fuck...Kai, yes..." you gasped, back arching off the bed.
He devoured you with focused hunger, fingers pumping deeper, tongue flicking relentlessly until another orgasm ripped through you. You came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as stars burst before your eyes. He licked you through every pulse, only pulling back when you whimpered from overstimulation.
Kai climbed back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. His cock nudged against your entrance, hot and heavy.
"Ready?" he asked, eyes locked on yours. Even in the heat of the moment, he always checked.
"Yes. Please, I need you."
He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open. Both of you groaned at the feeling, tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. When he bottomed out, he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
"Always so perfect for me" he whispered.
Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he picked up pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his low grunts.
He fucked you steadily, changing angles until he found the one that made you cry out. His hips snapped harder, driving into you with building intensity. One hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider while the other braced beside your head.
"Look at the city" he panted, turning your head gently toward the window. "All those lightsā¦ and youāre mine."
The view was dizzying, endless sparkling lights as he thrust deep. Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Kai reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles.
"Come for me again, baby. Want to feel you."
You shattered around him with a broken moan of his name, walls pulsing tightly. Kai cursed, burying his face in your neck as his own rhythm faltered. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, spilling inside you with a long, guttural groan. His hips kept moving through the aftershocks, milking every last drop.
For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts pounding. Kai eventually lifted his head, smiling that soft, adoring smile that always melted you. He kissed you tenderly, then rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.
"Shower?" he suggested after a few minutes, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.You nodded, still catching your breath.
The ensuite bathroom was sleek and modern, with another large window overlooking the city. Kai turned on the rainfall shower, steam quickly filling the space. Under the hot water, he washed you gently, hands soapy and reverent over every curve. But the touches lingered. His fingers teased your nipples again, then slipped between your legs, finding you still sensitive and slick with his cum.
You dropped to your knees in the shower, water cascading over both of you. Kaiās hand braced against the tile as you took him into your mouth. He was half-hard again already. You sucked him slowly, tongue swirling around the head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.
"Fuck, that feels so good" he groaned, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. He didnāt push, just let you set the pace, hips rocking subtly.
When he was fully hard again, he pulled you up and turned you to face the window. "Hands on the glass."
You obeyed, bracing yourself as he entered you from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you moan loudly. Kaiās chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand reached down to rub your clit. He fucked you like this, deep and possessive, water streaming down your bodies as the city watched silently.
Your third orgasm hit you fast and intense, legs shaking. Kai followed soon after, coming deep inside you again with your name on his lips.
Afterward, you both dried off lazily. Kai carried you back to bed, tucking you under the soft sheets. He pulled you close, your head on his chest as the city lights continued their endless dance outside.
"Best night in a long time" he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
You traced patterns on his chest. "We should do this more often. Early escapes. Just us."
"Every week" he promised, voice sleepy but content. His hand stroked your hair. "I love you."
"I love you too, Kai."
The night stretched on, quiet except for the distant hum of the city. In his arms, with the skyline at your back, everything felt perfectly right.
Hiii can you do a smut of sunghoon from enhypen and mid way the members catch themš can be as long as you like!
Caught
Pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader
Modern au, college au, established relationship, smut
Wc:~2.4k
Warnings: smut, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play?, semi-public sex?, getting caught by roommates, accidental voyeurism, multiple rounds
A/N: don't come after me for including heeseung, it's not an idol au so it has no link with enhypen as a group. Just enjoy the friendship and the fanfic
The apartment was quiet for once. You and Sunghoon had been dating for four months now, four months of stolen kisses between lectures, late-night study sessions that turned into make-out sessions and the kind of slow-burn intimacy that made every touch feel electric. Sunghoon was the reserved literature major with the sharp jawline and even sharper tongue when he wanted to tease you. You were the art history student who loved dragging him to gallery openings just to watch him pretend to understand abstract expressionism while really just staring at you.
Tonight, the planets had aligned. His six roommates: Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunoo and Ni-ki were all out. Jungwon and Ni-ki had gone to some late-night gaming tournament across campus. Heeseung, Jay and Jake were at a bar downtown celebrating Jakeās latest exam victory. Sunoo had tagged along because, as he put it "someone needs to keep those idiots from starting a fight." The apartment, usually chaotic with seven guys crammed into a slightly-too-small off-campus house, was blissfully empty.
You arrived just after nine, wearing Sunghoonās favorite oversized hoodie and nothing underneath but a tiny pair of black lace panties. He noticed immediately when you shrugged off your coat in the entryway.
"Fuck" he breathed, eyes darkening as he pulled you against him. "Youāre trying to kill me tonight."
You laughed softly, looping your arms around his neck. "We finally have the place to ourselves. I thought we should take advantage."
He didnāt need to be told twice. His mouth was on yours in seconds: hungry, deep, the kind of kiss that made your knees weak. Sunghoon kissed like he studied: thorough, intense and completely focused on every little reaction you gave him. His hands slid under the hoodie, palms skating up your bare back, fingertips pressing into your skin like he wanted to memorize the shape of you.
"Living room" he murmured against your lips. "Couch. Now."
You didnāt argue. He walked you backwards through the hallway, never breaking the kiss until the backs of your knees hit the large sectional sofa that dominated their living room. The couch had seen its fair share of movie nights and gaming marathons, but tonight it was about to witness something far more explicit.
Sunghoon pulled the hoodie over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you bare from the waist up. Cool air kissed your skin, making your nipples tighten instantly. His gaze dropped, hungry and appreciative.
"Beautiful" he whispered, voice low and rough. He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand cupped the other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. You arched into him with a soft moan, fingers threading through his dark hair.
He took his time, sucking and licking until you were squirming beneath him. Only then did he move lower, kissing down your stomach, tugging your panties down your legs with his teeth. He looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes gleaming with that dangerous mix of adoration and lust that always made your heart race.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
You obeyed, heart hammering as he settled between them. His first lick was slow, deliberate, dragging from your entrance up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking. Sunghoon hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you. He ate you out like a man starved: long, flat strokes of his tongue followed by tight circles around your clit, two fingers sliding inside you and curling just right.
"Sunghoon...oh god-" Your voice broke as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He added a third finger, stretching you, fucking you with them in a steady rhythm while his mouth worked your clit. You came hard, thighs trembling around his head, his name falling from your lips in broken cries.
He didnāt stop until you were shaking and oversensitive, only pulling back when you gently pushed at his shoulders. His lips were glossy, chin wet and the sight made fresh heat pool between your legs.
"Your turn" you whispered, sitting up to tug at his shirt. He helped you strip him, revealing the lean, toned body youād become addicted to. His cock was already hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, enjoying the way his breath hitched.
"On the couch" you told him. "Sit."
He sat back against the cushions, legs spread. You climbed into his lap, straddling him. The thick head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance as you rocked your hips, teasing both of you. Sunghoonās hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in.
"Donāt tease" he growled, voice strained.
You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. The stretch was perfect: full, deep, overwhelming in the best way. You both moaned at the same time. For a moment you stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then you started moving.
You rode him slowly at first, rolling your hips in deep circles, savoring the drag of his cock against your walls. Sunghoonās head fell back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he watched you. His hands roamed, squeezing your ass, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you gasped.
"Faster, baby" he urged, voice husky. "Want to feel you."
You braced your hands on his shoulders and picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room along with your shared moans. Every downward thrust ground your clit against his pelvis, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
Sunghoon suddenly sat up straighter, wrapping one arm around your waist and flipping you so you were beneath him on the couch. He thrust back inside you hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The new angle hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke.
"Right there...fuck, Sunghoon, donāt stop..."
He didnāt. He fucked you deeper, harder, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. Sweat slicked your skin. Your second orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls clenching around him as you cried out. Sunghoon groaned at the feeling, hips stuttering.
"Iām close" he panted. "Where do you want me?"
"Inside" you gasped. "Please."
He buried his face in your neck, thrusting a few more times before he came with a deep, guttural moan, hips pressed flush against yours as he filled you. You held him tight through it, stroking his back, whispering soft praises in his ear.
For a few blissful minutes, you stayed tangled together on the couch, his softening cock still inside you, trading lazy kisses.
Then the front door opened.
Laughter and loud voices spilled into the apartment like a bucket of ice water.
"Iām telling you, Jakeās drunk ass almost fell into the fountain-"
"Shh, Sunghoon might be asleep"
The voices belonged to Jay and Heeseung. Your eyes flew open in panic. Sunghoon froze above you, still buried between your legs. "Shit" he whispered.
You scrambled, but it was too late. The living room was open-concept, the couch clearly visible from the entryway. Jay stepped in first, still laughing at something, then stopped dead.
"Oh my fucking god."
Behind him, Heeseung, Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki piled in, all of them freezing in various states of shock.
You were completely naked, Sunghoonās naked body covering most of yours, but there was no hiding what youād been doing. His cum was literally leaking out around where you were still joined. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.
For one long, horrifying second, nobody moved. Then chaos erupted.
"Bro!" Jake yelped, covering his eyes dramatically but clearly peeking through his fingers. "On the couch? We eat there!"
Sunooās face was bright red, but he looked more amused than anything. "I knew they were getting it on, but this is bold."
Ni-ki just stared with wide eyes before bursting into laughter. "Hyung, your ass is out!"
Jungwon, ever the responsible one, immediately turned around and started herding the others. "Okay, everyone out! Give them a second!"
Heeseung was smirking, leaning against the wall like he was enjoying the show. "Nice form, Sunghoon. Real athletic."
"Get the fuck out!" Sunghoon roared, finally snapping out of his frozen state. He grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and flung it over both of you, but the damage was done. He stayed protectively on top of you, shielding your body with his as much as possible.
Jay was still standing there, mouth open. "My poor couch. Iām never sitting there again."
"You sit on it every day" Sunoo pointed out, giggling.
"Exactly! And now itās beenā¦ defiled."
You wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Your face burned hotter than it ever had in your life. Sunghoonās heart was hammering against yours.
"I thought you guys were out until at least 2 am" Sunghoon growled, voice muffled against your shoulder.
"Jake got cut off at the bar" Jungwon called from the hallway, still trying to push everyone toward the kitchen. "We decided to come back and play Mario Kart or something. Clearly a bad call."
"Understatement" you muttered, voice small.
Sunghoon finally pulled out of you carefully, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around you both. He helped you sit up, tucking the fabric securely so nothing showed. His face was flushed, hair messy, but there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his eyes now that the initial shock was fading.
"You guys are the worst roommates in existence" he announced loudly.
"Pretty sure walking in on you railing your girlfriend on our communal couch makes us the victims here" Jake shot back, though he was laughing now too.
Sunoo peeked around the corner, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Should we set a sock on the door rule? Or likeā¦ a full traffic light system?"
"Or we could just invest in noise-canceling headphones" Ni-ki added, still snickering.
Heeseung wandered closer, completely unbothered. "Need some water? You two lookā¦ dehydrated."
"Lee Heeseung, I swear to god" Sunghoon warned.
You buried your face in Sunghoonās chest, mortified but also starting to see the ridiculousness of the situation. Your body was still buzzing from the orgasms, thighs sticky and now you had an audience of six very entertained college boys.
Jungwon eventually managed to corral most of them into the kitchen, though you could still hear them whispering and laughing. Jay lingered a moment longer, looking genuinely traumatized.
"Iām ordering a new couch tomorrow. And you two are paying for it."
"Deal" Sunghoon said quickly. "Now please fuck off so we can get dressed."
Once the immediate area was clear, Sunghoon helped you up, keeping the blanket around you like a shield as you both hurried toward his bedroom down the hall. The moment the door closed behind you, he pressed you against it, kissing you hard despite everything.
"Iām so sorry" he murmured between kisses. "I shouldāve locked the door or something. Fuck."
You laughed breathlessly, the adrenaline making you giddy. "Itās kind of funny. In a horrifying way."
His hands roamed under the blanket again, possessive. "Theyāre never going to let us live this down."
"Probably not." You nipped at his bottom lip. "But we still have your room now. And a lock."
He lifted you suddenly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bed. The blanket fell away somewhere along the way. This time when he laid you down, it was slower, more deliberate. He kissed every inch of skin he could reach: your collarbones, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hip.
"I still want you" he whispered, voice rough. "Even after that disaster."
You pulled him down on top of you, guiding his cock back inside your heat. He groaned at the feeling, bottoming out in one thrust.
The second round was different, less frantic, more intimate. He fucked you with deep, rolling thrusts, eyes locked on yours. Your hands explored his back, nails digging in when he hit that perfect angle. You came again with his name on your lips and he followed right after, spilling deep inside you once more.
Afterward, you lay tangled in his sheets, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.
"Theyāre going to tease us forever" you said softly.
Sunghoon chuckled. "Worth it."
From the living room, you could hear the faint sounds of the Mario Kart game starting up, along with occasional shouts of laughter and at least one very loud comment about "the couch incident."
You groaned, hiding your face in his neck. Sunghoon just held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Next time" he murmured "weāre going to a hotel."
You laughed. "Or we could just kick them all out permanently."
"Deal."
The night didnāt end with quiet cuddling. Eventually, hunger won out and you both ventured into the kitchen, fully dressed this time, where the six of them immediately launched into relentless teasing.
Jake waggled his eyebrows. "Round two already? We heard the headboard."
Sunoo threw a pillow at him. "Leave them alone! Theyāre in love."
"Love looks a lot like naked wrestling on my couch." Jay muttered, but he was grinning.
Even Jungwon cracked a smile. "Justā¦ next time put a towel down or something. For the couchās sake."
Ni-ki was still replaying the moment in his head, apparently. "Hyungās stamina is impressive though. Respect."
Sunghoon threw a bag of chips at him. "Shut up and play your game."
You sat on Sunghoonās lap on one of the dining chairs (definitely not the couch), his arms wrapped around your waist. Despite the embarrassment, there was something oddly comforting about it all. These boys were his family, chaotic as they were. And now, by extension, they were part of yours too.
Later that night, after everyone had finally gone to their rooms, Sunghoon pulled you back into his bed for a third, much quieter round. This one was slow and sweet, full of whispered "I love you"s and gentle touches. He made love to you like he had all the time in the world, like the embarrassment from earlier had only made him want you more.
When you finally fell asleep in his arms, the apartment was quiet again, save for the occasional muffled laugh from one of the other rooms, no doubt still gossiping.
Warnings: angst & trauma recovery (ptsd nightmares, fear of abandonment, emotional breakdowns), possessive/territorial behavior, jealousy, violence (home invasion, fight, injury, self-harm references, smut, rut sex, knotting, breeding kink/talk, multiple rounds, biting/marking, tail play, creampie, blood, hurt/comfort (yes it's a lot of warnings)
The apartment no longer felt like a museum of careful distance. Four months had passed since that heated night on the couch and the space had transformed into something warmer, lived-in, undeniably yours. Yet beneath the new domestic rhythm, shadows still lingered, long and sharp like snow leopard claws.
You woke to the familiar weight of Hongjoong draped across your back, his tail curled possessively around your thigh even in sleep. His breath was warm against your nape, hair spilling over the pillow like fresh powder. The first few weeks after heād claimed you, heād barely let you out of armās reach. Now it was routine: he slept pressed against you, one arm slung over your waist, ears twitching at every distant siren or neighborās footstep.
You shifted carefully. His ears flicked forward and a low, sleepy rumble vibrated through his chest.
"Too early" he murmured, voice gravel-rough from disuse overnight. His nose nudged the mating mark heād left on your shoulder, a faint scar now, but one he still licked every morning like a ritual.
"Work" you whispered, threading fingers through his hair. "Shift starts at seven."
His tail tightened. "Call in sick."
You smiled despite yourself. "I canāt. Director Park already has me on thin ice."
Hongjoongās purr faltered. He lifted his head, glacial eyes sharp even in the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. "Because of me."
"Because of us" you corrected gently.
He didnāt argue. Instead he rolled you beneath him in one fluid motion, caging you with strong arms. His gaze dragged down your body, lingering on the bruises and bite marks that never quite faded anymore, before he dipped his head and pressed slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone. The scent of cedar and cold mountain air filled your lungs as he rubbed his cheek against your skin, freshening his mark.
"Mine" he growled softly, the word more habit than threat now.
You tilted your head to give him better access.
He lingered there longer than usual, tongue tracing the scar until your skin tingled. Only when your alarm finally blared did he release you with a reluctant huff, ears pinned back in displeasure.
Breakfast was a shared ritual now. You chopped vegetables at the counter while Hongjoong perched on the island stool, tail swaying lazily. He still refused most human foods, but heād grown fond of watching you cook, especially when you let him "help" by stealing bites of raw meat from the cutting board.
Today he was restless. His ears kept swiveling toward the balcony door and his claws flexed against the marble countertop.
"Nightmare again?" you asked quietly, sliding a plate of seared beef strips toward him.
He didnāt answer immediately. Instead he dragged you closer by the waistband of your sleep shorts, burying his face against your stomach and inhaling deeply.
"Fighting ring" he muttered finally. "Chains. Lights. The handler with the poleā¦ he laughed when I bit him."
Your hand found the base of his ear, stroking gently. A deep purr rolled through him despite the tension in his shoulders.
"Youāre safe now" you whispered. "Here. With me."
He nodded against your shirt but didnāt pull away until the purr steadied. Small breakthroughs like this still felt precious, moments where the wary, caged predator softened into something almost domestic.
You left for work with his scent heavy on your skin. Heād made sure of it, rubbing his wrists along your arms and neck before you reached the door. A silent claim for anyone at the shelter who might forget.
The whispers started the moment you stepped into the staff lounge. "Did you hear? She actually kept the snow leopard"
"HK-0047? The one who almost killed Choi?"
"Insane. Parkās furious."
You kept your head down, pouring coffee like the rumors didnāt burn. Director Park had been watching you closer since the adoption. Surprise welfare inspections had already happened twice. The latest report on your desk yesterday had been blunt: "Ongoing concerns regarding adopter suitability for high-risk hybrid. Recommend mandatory progress evaluations."
You crumpled the memo in your fist before anyone could see.
The day dragged. Two new intakes: a pair of traumatized otter hybrids, kept you busy until late afternoon. When your phone buzzed with a message from home, your heart skipped.
From Hongjoong: Front door smells wrong. Come back soon.
He rarely texted. Youād bought him a phone months ago mostly for emergencies, but he preferred waiting by the door like a sentinel.
You clocked out early.
The apartment hallway carried a faint trace of unfamiliar scent: sterile, official. Welfare department. Your stomach twisted as you unlocked the door.
Hongjoong was waiting just inside, back pressed to the wall, tail lashing violently. His ears were flat, pupils blown wide. The moment you stepped in he pulled you against his chest, arms wrapping tight, nose pushing into your hair.
"Two of them" he growled. "Human male and female. Said they needed to assess living conditions. I let them look. Didnāt touch anything. But they smelled like the shelter. Like cages."
You hugged him back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades until the tension eased.
"Iām sorry. I should have warned you inspections might continue."
He pulled back just enough to look at you. "They asked how often you restrain me. If Iāve bitten you recently." His gaze dropped to the visible mark on your neck. "I wanted to show them exactly how you let me bite."
A tired laugh escaped you. "That wouldāve gone well."
Hongjoong didnāt smile. He guided you deeper into the apartment, tail still curled around your wrist. The space looked pristine, heād even fluffed the couch cushions, but you could see the faint gouges where his claws had dug into the doorframe while he waited.
That evening you tried something new. "Letās go for a walk. The park across the street. After dark, when itās quiet."
His ears perked slightly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. "Outside?"
"Youāve been cooped up too long. Just ten minutes. Iāll stay right beside you."
He agreed, but not without first scent-marking you again, thoroughly. By the time you stepped into the elevator heād rubbed against your sides so insistently you smelled like a walking snow leopard territory marker.
The night air was cool. Hongjoong stayed glued to your side, one hand fisted in the back of your jacket, the other flexing at his side. His ears swiveled constantly, catching every rustle of leaves and distant car horn. But when you reached the small wooded section of the park and moonlight filtered through the trees, something in him shifted.
He stopped beneath an old oak, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. His tail stilled. For a moment the city faded and you glimpsed the wild creature he might have been: hair glowing, powerful shoulders relaxed, eyes reflecting starlight.
"Smells like home" he whispered. "Not the mountains exactlyā¦ but closer."
You leaned against the tree beside him. "We could go someday. Real snow. Somewhere remote."
His hand found yours, claws carefully retracted. "Youād do that? For me?"
"Iād do anything for you."
A genuine purr rumbled out: loud, unrestrained. He turned and nuzzled into your neck right there under the trees, licking over your pulse point until your knees weakened.
Back home the mood stayed soft. You cooked together: him handing you ingredients, you letting him taste the sauce straight from the spoon. He purred the entire time, a constant low vibration that made the kitchen feel smaller, warmer.
Later, curled on the couch with a drama playing quietly, Hongjoongās head rested in your lap. You stroked between his ears while his tail draped across your thighs.
Peaceful moments like this made the shadows feel distant.
Until your phone rang. Unknown number. You almost ignored it, but something made you answer.
A gravelly voice spoke without greeting. "Tell the snow cat we havenāt forgotten him. The raid took a lot from us. He still owes blood."
The line went dead.
Hongjoong sat up slowly, ears pinned, eyes glowing with old fury. "Who?" he asked, voice dangerously calm.
You swallowed. "Someone from the fighting ring. They know youāre out."
His claws unsheathed, digging into the cushion. The peaceful purr from minutes ago was gone, replaced by a low, warning growl that rattled the windows.
"They wonāt touch you" he said. "Not while Iām breathing."
You reached for him, but he was already standing, pacing the length of the living room with fluid, predatory grace. The domestic house cat from dinner had vanished. In his place stood the fighter who had survived four years in a concrete box.
The fragile rhythm youād built suddenly felt paper-thin.
That night his nightmares returned worse than ever. He woke snarling, claws slashing at invisible handlers, nearly catching your arm before he recognized you. The apology that followed was frantic: grooming licks across every inch of skin he could reach, tail wrapped so tightly around your waist it left faint marks.
You held him through it, whispering reassurances until dawn.
But as sunlight crept across the floor, your phone buzzed again. A message from Director Park: Mandatory welfare review scheduled for next week. Bring Hongjoong. Do not be late.
Hongjoong read the message over your shoulder, chest pressed to your back, arms caging you against the counter.
"They want to take me back" he said flatly.
You turned in his arms, cupping his face. "They wonāt. I wonāt let them."
His forehead dropped to yours. The purr that finally returned was shaky, uncertain.
"Iām trying" he whispered. "To be good for you. To beā¦ enough."
"You are more than enough."
Yet as he kissed you, slow and deep, tasting of fear and fierce love, you felt the shadows lengthening. Old ghosts from the fighting ring reaching out. The shelter system closing in. The constant battle to prove that a broken snow leopard deserved the home youād fought to give him.
Hongjoong pulled back, eyes burning with protective fire. "Let them come" he growled softly. "Iāve waited years for something worth fighting for."
He kissed the mating mark on your shoulder one last time, sealing the promise.
The welfare review was scheduled for a Thursday morning. You had spent three sleepless nights preparing: cleaning every surface until it gleamed, printing adoption papers and medical records, rehearsing calm answers to every possible question. Hongjoong watched you from the couch with flat ears and a tail that never stopped twitching.
"Theyāre going to take me" he said on the morning of the review. His voice was quiet, stripped of its usual growl. He stood by the window in black sweatpants and one of your oversized hoodies, hair still messy from your fingers the night before. "I can smell it on you. Fear."
You crossed the room and cupped his face. "They wonāt. I have rights. You have rights now."
His laugh was bitter. "Rights." He leaned into your touch anyway, eyes closing as you scratched behind his tufted ears. "I had rights in the fighting ring too. Look where that got me."
The drive to the shelter was silent except for the low, anxious rumble in his chest. His hand stayed clamped around your thigh the entire way, claws pricking denim but never breaking skin. When you pulled into the staff parking lot, two welfare officers were already waiting, clipboard in hand, expressions professionally blank.
Director Park stood behind them, arms crossed. His gaze flicked to Hongjoong with poorly concealed distaste.
The evaluation lasted four grueling hours. They interviewed you separately, then Hongjoong. They inspected the apartment photos youād brought, asked invasive questions about your sex life, your sleeping arrangements, how often he "displayed aggressive behaviors."
Hongjoong sat through it with rigid posture and minimal words until one officer asked if he felt safe in your home.
His eyes snapped up. "Safer than I ever felt in yours."
They didnāt like that.
At the end of the review, the senior officer delivered the verdict with clinical detachment. "Given Subject HK-0047ās documented history of severe aggression and the recent anonymous threat reported to authorities, weāre mandating a two-week observational hold at the sanctuary for re-evaluation. This is standard protocol for high-risk cases."
You argued. You shouted. You threatened legal action and called every contact you had. None of it mattered. Two security hybrids, large bear mixes, escorted Hongjoong to a transport van while he stared at you with betrayed eyes.
"Donāt" he warned when you tried to reach for him. "Donāt make this harder."
The van doors closed. You stood in the parking lot watching red taillights disappear, feeling like your chest had been clawed open.
The two weeks without him were hell. You threw yourself into work, picking up extra shifts, volunteering for night inventory, anything to avoid the empty apartment that still smelled like cedar and snow. At night you slept in his hoodie, clutching the blanket heād claimed months ago. His scent was already fading.
When the day finally came to collect him, you arrived early. Hongjoong was waiting in the intake room, thinner, eyes shadowed. Fresh scratches marked his forearms, self-inflicted, you suspected. The moment the release papers were signed he stood, but he didnāt run to you. He walked slowly, tail low, shoulders hunched like he was bracing for another blow.
The car ride home was worse than the ride there had been.
"You chose your job" he said suddenly, staring out the window. "Again."
"I fought for you every single day..."
"But you still work there." His voice cracked. "The same place that wanted me dead. The same place that locked me in a box for years. You go back every morning like nothing happened."
You gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Itās how I can afford to keep you safe. The apartment, food, lawyers if we need them..."
"I donāt need lawyers. I need you." The last word broke.
When you reached home he went straight to the couch and curled into the corner, back facing the room. No purring. No nuzzling. Just silence.
The regression was brutal.
Over the next week Hongjoong barely spoke. He ate only when you forced food in front of him. He stopped sleeping in your bed, choosing instead the far end of the couch or the floor of the spare room. When you tried to touch him he would flinch or pull away with a low warning growl. Once, when you reached for his hand, he snapped, literally, teeth clicking shut inches from your fingers.
"Donāt" he snarled. "Iām not your tame little pet anymore."
You recoiled, heart hammering. The pale scars on your collarbone from months ago suddenly itched.
Furniture suffered. One night you came home to find the scratching post in splinters and deep gouges in the coffee table. He didnāt apologize. He simply watched you clean it up with hollow eyes.
Then the clouded leopard came back.
His name was Minho, barely nineteen, still skittish, with faded bruises from his previous adoptive family. The shelter had called you in desperation; no one else had experience with him. You couldnāt say no. Not when he cried in the carrier, ears flat against his head.
You brought him home on a Tuesday evening. Hongjoong was waiting by the door like always. The moment he caught the younger hybridās scent his entire body went rigid.
"No" he said flatly.
"Hongjoong, he has nowhere else-"
"I said no." His tail lashed hard enough to knock a lamp off the side table. It shattered. He didnāt flinch. "You bring him here after everything? After they took me away? You still choose them."
Minho whimpered from inside the carrier. You set the carrier down gently and turned to your snow leopard. "This isnāt choosing. He was abused. I can help him heal for a few weeks until we find a permanent home. Thatās my job."
"Your job" Hongjoong echoed, voice dripping acid. "Always your job. Never me. Never us."
He stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door so hard the frame cracked.
Minho stayed in the spare room that night. You slept on the couch. Hongjoong didnāt come out until long after youād left for work the next morning.
The jealousy festered. Hongjoong began lurking near the spare room door whenever you were inside with Minho. He would pace the hallway, low growls rumbling continuously. When you emerged smelling like clouded leopard fur and milk, Hongjoong would corner you in the kitchen, pressing you against the counter, nose buried in your neck as he tried to overwrite the scent with his own. But he wouldnāt kiss you. Wouldnāt purr. Just aggressive, desperate scent-marking that left you bruised and aching.
"You let him sleep in your arms once" he hissed one night, claws pricking your hips. "I remember. You think I forgot how that felt?"
"I was just doing my job" you whispered.
"Iām not your job?" His laugh was broken. "Iām your burden."
The fracture deepened every day.
The breaking point came on a rainy Friday night.
You returned from a long shift to find the apartment in chaos. Couch cushions shredded. Your favorite mug smashed. And Hongjoongās phone lying on the floor with a single note typed on the screen: Iām too broken for this. You deserve better. Donāt look for me.
Your heart stopped. You ran into the storm without a jacket, calling his name down empty streets. Rain soaked you instantly. Every shadow looked like his hair. Every alley made your chest ache with terror.
You found him at the edge of the park where youād taken that first walk months ago. He was crouched under the same oak tree, soaked, ears flat, tail wrapped around himself. His claws dug deep into the wet earth.
You approached slowly. "Hongjoong."
He didnāt look up. "Go home."
"Iām not leaving without you."
"Why?" He finally lifted his head. Rain mixed with tears on his face, something youād never seen before. "Why keep fighting for something that keeps hurting you? I destroyed the apartment. I scared the kid. I nearly bit you again. Iām exactly what they said I was. Dangerous. Irredeemable."
You knelt in the mud in front of him, ignoring the cold seeping through your jeans.
"Because I love you" you said fiercely. "Not the safe version. Not the healed version. You. The one who survived four years in hell. The one who waited for me outside that glass every day. The one whoās terrified of losing the only home heās ever had."
His breath hitched. You reached out slowly and cupped his wet cheek. "I will always choose you. Even when itās hard. Even when the system tries to take you. Even when you push me away. Forever doesnāt mean only the good days, Hongjoong. It means all of them."
He broke. A raw, choked sound tore from his throat as he lunged forward, wrapping around you so tightly you could barely breathe. His face buried in your neck, fangs grazing skin without breaking it, body shaking with silent sobs. The rain poured harder but neither of you moved.
"Iām scared" he admitted against your skin, voice muffled. "Every day Iām scared youāll wake up and realize Iām not worth the fight."
"You are worth everything."
He pulled back just enough to kiss you: desperate, messy, tasting of rain and salt. His tail curled around your waist, anchoring you to him. When he finally drew away, forehead pressed to yours, some of the ice in his eyes had thawed.
"I donāt want to run anymore" he whispered.
"Then donāt." You stroked his soaked hair. "Come home. Weāll fix the couch. Weāll find Minho a better place. Weāll fight the system together. But no more leaving."
He nodded, ears twitching forward slightly.
Back at the apartment he helped you clean in silence, though his hands still trembled. Later, after Minho was settled and the worst of the mess was cleared, Hongjoong pulled you into the bedroom. He didnāt initiate sex, just held you under the covers, body curled protectively around yours, tail draped over your hip.
"I meant it" he murmured into your hair as sleep finally claimed him. "Forever. Even when Iām broken."
You kissed the top of his head, feeling the steady rumble of his purr start again for the first time in weeks.
"Forever" you promised.
The heatwave hit Seoul like a slap. Temperatures climbed to 38Ā°C by midday and the apartmentās old air conditioner rattled uselessly against the thick, humid air. Even with every window cracked and fans running on high, the space felt like a sauna. You came home from the shelter drenched in sweat, shirt sticking to your back, only to find the living room empty and unnervingly quiet.
"Hongjoong?" you called, kicking off your shoes.
No answer. But the scent in the air had changed: thicker, darker, laced with something musky and fever-hot that made your pulse jump.
You found him in the bedroom, door half-shut, lights off. He had dragged every blanket and pillow into a makeshift nest on the floor beside the bed. Hongjoong lay curled in the center of it, shirtless, sweat-slick hair plastered to his forehead. His ears were pinned flat, tail lashing restlessly against the sheets. The moment you pushed the door open his head snapped up, eyes glowing with something wild and barely contained.
"Get out" he growled, voice shredded.
You froze in the doorway. "Whatās wrong?"
His claws dug into the mattress. "Rut. First real one sinceā¦ since before the shelter." He squeezed his eyes shut, body shuddering. "It came on fast. Too fast. You need to leave. Lock the door. Donāt come back until itās over."
You stepped inside instead.
Hongjoong snarled, low and warning. "I said get out! I wonāt be gentle. I wonāt be me. Iāll hurt you-"
"You wonāt" you said softly, closing the door behind you. The heat in the room was stifling, rolling off him in waves. "Iām not leaving you to suffer alone for days."
He laughed, broken and bitter. "You donāt understand. This isnāt like before. This isā¦ instinct. Iāll knot you. Iāll bite. Iāll say things-" His hips jerked involuntarily against the nest, a helpless grind that made him hiss through his teeth. "Please. I waited years in a cage. Donāt make me lose control with the only person who matters."
You knelt at the edge of the nest. Sweat already beaded on your skin. "Then lose control with me. I trust you."
His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide, only a thin ring of brown left. For a long second he just stared, chest heaving. Then something in him snapped.
He moved faster than you could track, strong hands grabbing your waist, dragging you into the nest with him. Fabric tore as he ripped your shirt open, mouth latching onto your neck with a desperate groan. The bite wasnāt gentle; fangs sank in just enough to sting, marking over the old scar as fresh heat flooded your veins.
"So mine" he rasped against your skin. "Been holding it back for weeks. Smelling you every day. Other hybrids on your clothes. Couldnāt take it anymore."
You gasped as his hands shoved your pants down, claws carefully retracted but still scraping deliciously. The air felt too thick, too hot, but his body against yours was hotter. He flipped you onto your back in the nest, hovering above you with trembling arms. His hair curtained around your face.
"Last chance" he growled.
You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard.
That was all the permission he needed.
Hongjoong devoured you. His mouth claimed yours with bruising force, tongue sliding deep while his hands mapped every inch of sweat-slick skin. He tore the rest of your clothes away, then shoved his own sweatpants down, freeing his cock already flushed dark, leaking, the base beginning to swell with the promise of a knot.
He didnāt tease. He pushed your thighs apart and slid two fingers into you without warning, curling them instantly against that spot that made your back arch. A deep, satisfied purr-rumble tore from his chest when he found you already wet.
"Always so ready for me" he muttered, adding a third finger, stretching you. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this pretty pussy until it takes."
The filthy words sent heat spiraling through you. You rocked against his hand, moaning his name. He licked the sweat from your throat, then lower, sucking hard on one nipple while his tail curled around your thigh, holding you open.
When he finally replaced his fingers with his cock, he thrust in with one powerful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out at the sudden fullness. He didnāt pause: couldnāt. He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping with desperate rhythm, the wet slap of skin echoing in the stifling room.
"Fuck, so tight. So perfect," he snarled, fangs grazing your collarbone. "Gonna knot you. Keep you full of me for days."
You dug your nails into his back, legs wrapping around his waist. His tail slid higher, the soft, fluffy tip brushing teasingly over your clit with every thrust. The dual sensation: his thick cock stretching you and the silky tail stroking you, pushed you over the edge fast. You came with a broken moan, clenching around him.
Hongjoong growled in triumph but didnāt slow. He fucked you through it, then flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and slamming back in from behind. The new angle made you see stars. His chest pressed to your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he rutted into you with feral intensity.
By the time his knot began to catch on every thrust, you were shaking, oversensitive and pleading. He reached around to rub your clit with two fingers, purring hot against your ear.
"Come again. Want to feel you milk my knot."
You shattered a second time as his knot swelled fully, locking him deep inside. Hongjoong roared: raw, primal, grinding against you as he came in thick, endless pulses, flooding you until it leaked around his knot. The heat of it, the pressure, the way his body trembled against yours, left you boneless.
But he wasnāt done.
The rut held him for hours. He stayed locked inside you for nearly forty minutes, licking lazily at the fresh bite marks on your shoulders and neck while his knot pulsed. When it finally went down he pulled out only to flip you again, this time pulling you on top so you could ride him. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he guided you, eyes half-lidded with lust and something deeper.
"Look at me while you take my cock" he demanded.
You did. Sweat dripped down your bodies. The heatwave outside was nothing compared to the inferno between you. He came again like that, knot swelling as you ground down on him, his tail wrapping around your waist to hold you flush while he pumped you full.
The second day blurred into a haze of sex and tenderness.
He took you against the wall, in the shower (which did nothing to cool you both), bent over the kitchen counter when you tried to bring water and food. Every surface carried his scent and yours. He marked you constantly: rubbing his wrists and cheeks over your skin, licking every inch, biting fresh claims across your breasts and inner thighs.
Between waves he grew softer. Heād curl around you in the ruined nest, purring loudly while grooming your hair with careful licks. He fed you water and pieces of fruit by hand, nuzzling your stomach with something like awe.
"Want it to take" he whispered once, palm spread over your lower belly. "Want to see you round with my kits. Want a family thatās ours."
You stroked his ears, exhausted and glowing. "One day. When weāre ready. When you feel safe."
His eyes shimmered. "You make me feel safe. Even like this."
On the third morning the fever finally broke.
Hongjoong woke curled tightly around you, knot gone, cock soft against your thigh. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat and him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gentler now as the heatwave eased.
He stared at the marks covering your body: bites, bruises, claiming scrapes and his ears flattened with guilt.
"I hurt you" he whispered, voice hoarse.
You cupped his cheek. "You didnāt. I wanted it. I wanted all of you."
He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. The purr that rolled through him was softer than it had been in days: content, grateful. He spent the next hour in pure aftercare: licking every mark with soothing strokes of his tongue, massaging sore muscles, carrying you to the shower and washing you gently with cool water. His hands lingered on every curve, reverent now instead of desperate.
Later, wrapped in fresh sheets on the bed (the nest had been destroyed beyond saving), he pulled you against his chest. His tail draped over your hip, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.
"I was scared youād see the monster and leave" he admitted quietly. "The fighting ringā¦ they forced ruts sometimes. For shows. I never wanted you to see that side of me."
You kissed his collarbone. "I love every side of you. The fighter. The scared one. The one who purred while I cooked. The one who knotted me so full I still feel you."
His purr deepened, rumbling through both of you. "I donāt want to go back to the shelter ever again" he said. "Not even for a day. I want to build something real with you. A life. Maybeā¦ someday help other hybrids who have nowhere else."
You smiled against his skin. "Weāll fight for that. Together."
He tilted your chin up and kissed you slow, deep, no heat of rut left, only love and quiet promise.
The apartment was a wreck. Furniture scratched, sheets ruined, air still heavy with the scent of three days of claiming.
The weeks following Hongjoongās rut were quieter, softer around the edges. The apartment still carried the faint musk of days spent locked together, but the frenzy had settled into something steadier. He touched you constantly now: small brushes of his tail against your calf while you cooked, his cheek rubbing along your shoulder when you passed each other in the hallway, fingers laced tightly even while watching television. The pale scars and fresh bite marks across your body had become badges he traced with reverent claws every night.
Yet the peace was fragile.
It shattered on a humid Tuesday evening.
You were unlocking the apartment door when Hongjoongās low, dangerous growl rolled from inside. The sound raised every hair on your arms. You pushed the door open to find three men standing in your living room. Two were large wolf hybrids in dark suits, the third a scarred human with cold eyes and a tattoo of interlocking chains on his neck: the same symbol from the old Incheon fighting ring reports.
Hongjoong stood between them and you, ears pinned flat, fangs bared, tail lashing like a whip. His claws were fully extended.
"They broke in" he snarled. "Said I still belong to them. Property."
The human smiled thinly. "HK-0047 was one of our best earners before your little raid. Blood debt still stands. Weāve got paperwork from before the sanctuary laws changed. Heās unregistered stock. Legally ours to reclaim."
Your blood ran cold. You stepped forward despite Hongjoongās warning growl. "Get out of my home."
One of the wolf hybrids cracked his knuckles. "Make us, little human."
What happened next was a blur of violence. Hongjoong exploded forward in a silver streak, tackling the nearest wolf with a roar that shook the windows. Claws slashed. Furniture overturned. You grabbed the heavy metal lamp from the side table and swung it hard into the second intruderās knee. The human pulled a syringe, probably the same tranquilizers used in the old fights, but Hongjoongās tail whipped around his wrist, snapping bone with a sickening crack.
Security from the building arrived minutes later, drawn by the noise. The intruders fled, but not before the leader spat a final threat: "This isnāt over. Court dateās already set. Heāll be back in the ring where he belongs."
That night Hongjoong wouldnāt let you out of his arms. He paced the ruined living room with you pressed to his chest, licking frantically at your neck, wrists, anywhere he could reach, as if reaffirming you were still his. His purr was fractured, more vibration of fear than comfort.
"I wonāt go back" he whispered against your hair. "Iād rather die free than fight in a cage again."
"Youāre not going anywhere" you promised, holding his face. "Weāll fight this. Legally. Together."
The next morning you quit your job at the shelter.
Director Park didnāt hide his relief. "It was only a matter of time. That hybrid was always going to drag you down."
You looked him dead in the eye. "He saved my life more times than youāll ever know. Keep your cage. Weāre building something better."
Legal fees drained your savings fast. You hired the best hybrid rights lawyer you could afford; an older red panda hybrid named Attorney Seo who specialized in fighting ring survivors. She took one look at Hongjoongās records and shook her head.
"This wonāt be easy. Pre-law ownership documents are tricky. But his growth, your relationship and his willingness to testify could turn it."
Preparation consumed the following month. Hongjoongās nightmares returned with a vengeance. Heād wake up snarling, claws buried in the mattress, then immediately seek you out, curling around your body like a living shield. During the day he trained himself to speak clearly about his trauma, practicing testimony in front of the mirror while you sat on the bed offering gentle corrections.
"I was forced to fight" he recited one evening, voice steady despite the way his tail trembled. "I killed because they would kill me if I didnāt. But I never wanted it. Not once."
You pulled him into your arms afterward, kissing the tension from his ears until he purred.
Court day arrived under gray skies.
The courtroom was packed: reporters, hybrid activists, a few shelter colleagues who had quietly supported you. Hongjoong wore a simple black button-up and slacks youād chosen together. He looked devastatingly beautiful and heartbreakingly nervous, ears twitching at every camera flash.
The syndicateās lawyer painted him as a dangerous animal: violent history, aggression reports, the attack on you months ago. They presented old fight footage. The room murmured uncomfortably.
Then it was your turn. You took the stand and told everything: the day youād stopped his euthanasia, the long silence after his attack, the slow rebuilding of trust, the rut, the love that had grown through every fracture. Your voice only shook once, when you described finding him in the rain ready to run because he thought he was too broken for you.
When Hongjoong took the stand, the room fell completely silent. He looked small for the first time, powerful snow leopard reduced to a survivor on a wooden chair. His tail curled tightly around his own ankle. His eyes found yours in the gallery and held. "I was taken as a cub" he began, voice low but clear. "Trained with pain and starvation. I survived by becoming what they wanted. When the sanctuary took me, they planned to kill me because I was too angry to fix. She..." He looked at you again. "She saw something else. She gave me a home when no one else would. She stayed even when I hurt her. Even when I pushed her away."
His claws flexed against his thighs.
"Iām not property. Iām not a fighter anymore. Iām hers. And sheās mine. I want to build a life with her. Help other hybrids who are still trapped. Iām asking the court to let me choose my future."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Attorney Seoās closing argument was sharp and passionate. Evidence of the syndicateās ongoing illegal operations was presented. Your financial records showing youād sacrificed your career. Medical reports proving Hongjoongās improved mental health under your care.
The judge deliberated for three hours.
When she returned, the verdict was clear. "Subject HK-0047 is hereby granted full hybrid citizenship rights. All prior ownership claims are nullified. The court recognizes the adoptive bond and recommends ongoing monitoring only for the first year. Case closed."
The courtroom erupted. Hongjoong vaulted over the barrier in one fluid leap and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as cameras flashed around you. His purr was loud enough to drown out the noise, tail wrapped so tightly around your waist it was almost painful.
"You did it" you whispered, tears streaming.
"We did it" he corrected, voice thick.
Two weeks later you drove through winding mountain roads, snow beginning to fall in soft flurries. Hongjoongās face was pressed to the passenger window, eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen real snow outside of grainy shelter documentaries.
The cabin youād rented was small and perfect: wooden beams, a stone fireplace, wide windows overlooking white-covered pines. No city noise. No cameras. Just silence and wilderness.
On the third night, under a sky thick with stars, you held a private mating ceremony. No officials. No guests. Just the two of you.
You stood barefoot in the snow wearing a simple white sweater and sweatpants. Hongjoong wore black, hair loose and glowing under moonlight. He carried a small blade youād sterilized earlier.
He went first. With careful precision he pressed the blade to his palm, drawing a thin line of blood. Then he did the same to yours. You pressed your palms together, blood mixing as snowflakes landed on your joined hands.
"I claim you" he said solemnly, voice carrying through the cold air. "Not as property. As my mate. My home. My future. In blood and snow and everything that comes after."
You repeated the words back to him, tears freezing on your lashes.
Then he kissed you: slow, deep, tasting of blood and forever. His tail curled around your leg as he lowered you into the soft snow, body covering yours. This time there was no rut frenzy, only reverence. He made love to you under the stars, slow rolls of his hips, whispered "I love you"s between kisses, fangs grazing but never breaking skin again.
Afterward he wrapped you in blankets on the cabin porch, purring loud and steady while snow fell around you.
"I want to open a sanctuary" he said quietly, chin resting on your head. "Small. Just for the ones who were like me. The ones they wanted to put down. We could do it together."
You smiled against his chest. "We will. Weāll make sure no one else waits four years behind glass."
He nuzzled your mating mark, the fresh ceremonial scar now joining the others.
For the first time since youād met him through reinforced glass, Hongjoongās eyes held no shadows. Only snow, starlight, and boundless future.
"Forever?" he asked, the old insecurity still faintly there.
Could you do a non-idol roommate smut fic with Scoups and San? Maybe have y/n see them working out in their home gym, masturbate in her room when she thinks they're not home, and have them confront her about it later? I dunno, just something that popped into my head
Two baddies (Choi) one Porsche
Pairing: San x reader x seungcheol
Modern non-idol au, roomates au, smut
Wc:~3.5k
Warnings: threesome mmf, voyeurism, masturbation after spying on them working out, getting caught, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, multiple orgasms, polyamorous relationship, embarassment
A/N: i loooooove this! I love the plot and i loved writing it !
You pushed open the front door of the apartment with a tired sigh, the strap of your work bag sliding down your shoulder. It was barely past 5 PM, much earlier than your usual 7 or 8 oāclock return, but the meeting had been canceled last minute and you werenāt about to complain about a rare free evening. The apartment was quiet at first glance, the living room lights dimmed, but a low, rhythmic bass pulsed from somewhere deeper inside. Then you heard it: the unmistakable metallic clang of weights, followed by a deep grunt of effort.
Your heart skipped. San and Seungcheol were supposed to be at the gym downtown tonight. Thatās what theyād texted in the group chat this morning. "Heading out for legs and back, donāt wait up." Yet the sounds were clearly coming from the spare room you three had converted into a home gym six months ago.
Curiosity tugged at you stronger than exhaustion. You kicked off your heels by the door, leaving them in a small heap and padded silently down the hallway in your stockings. The gym door was ajar, just a few inches, enough for a slice of warm light and the scent of sweat to escape. You shouldnāt peek. You knew you shouldnāt. But the pull was magnetic.
You stopped just outside, pressing your back to the wall and tilted your head to look through the gap.
The sight hit you like a physical force. San hung from the pull-up bar, back facing you, muscles rippling under golden skin as he lifted his entire body with controlled power. His black workout shorts rode low on his hips, revealing the deep dimples at the base of his spine and the sculpted curve of his ass. Every rep made his lats flare wide, traps and deltoids bunching into sharp definition. Sweat traced glistening paths down his spine, catching the light. When he lowered himself, you could see the way his biceps and forearms corded, veins prominent from the pump.
A few feet away, Seungcheol lay on the bench press, unracking the bar with a low exhale. His chest and shoulders were massive, stretching the limits of his already tight skin. The gray tank top he wore was soaked through, clinging to every ridge of his abs as he pressed the heavy weight up. His thighs, thick and powerful in black compression shorts, planted firmly on the floor for stability. Each press came with a deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight through your core.
They were beautiful. Lethally so.
Youād lived with them for over a year now, three roommates who somehow made cohabitation feel effortless. San, with his playful energy and mischievous smiles, always teasing you about your coffee addiction. Seungcheol, the steady, protective type, who made sure the bills were paid on time and cooked protein-heavy dinners that somehow always included your favorites. Youād crushed on them individually in secret, then together in guilty fantasies you never dared voice. But seeing them like this: raw, primal, bodies honed by hours of discipline, ignited something fierce and immediate.
Heat bloomed low in your belly. Your thighs pressed together instinctively as you watched San drop from the bar and shake out his arms, chest heaving. He turned slightly, giving you a profile view of his abs contracting with each breath. Seungcheol sat up on the bench, wiping his face with the hem of his tank before peeling it off entirely, revealing miles of smooth, sweat-slicked muscle.
You bit your lip hard. Your nipples tightened against the lace of your bra and a slick warmth gathered between your legs. This was dangerous. You needed to back away, go to your room, pretend youād seen nothing. But your feet stayed rooted, eyes devouring every detail: the way Sanās hand casually adjusted himself in his shorts, the flex of Seungcheolās biceps as he reached for his water bottle, the low conversation they shared about increasing weights next set.
San laughed at something Seungcheol said, the sound rich and carefree and it sent another pulse of arousal through you. You imagined those hands on your skin, those voices murmuring your name in darker tones.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped your throat. You froze. Neither man looked toward the door. The music, something heavy with bass, probably covered it. Still, panic and need warred inside you. You backed away slowly, heart hammering and slipped into your bedroom at the end of the hall. The door clicked shut behind you. You locked it with trembling fingers.
The room felt too warm. You leaned against the door for a moment, eyes closed, trying to steady your breathing. It didnāt work. The images were burned behind your eyelids: Sanās back, Seungcheolās chest, the sheen of sweat, the raw power. Your hand drifted down before you could stop it, pressing over your skirt against the ache between your thighs.
"Fuck" you whispered.
You kicked off your stockings and skirt, leaving them pooled on the floor. Your blouse followed, then your bra. Clad only in damp panties, you climbed onto your bed and lay back against the pillows. The apartmentās sounds were muffled here, but you could still faintly hear the music and occasional clank. They were still working out. They wouldnāt be done for a while. You were safe.
Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. You were soaked already, fingers gliding easily over your swollen clit. A sharp gasp left you as you circled it slowly at first, teasing. In your mind, it wasnāt your hand.
It was Sanās.
You pictured him fresh from the pull-up bar, kneeling between your spread thighs, sweat still dripping from his hair onto your stomach as his skilled fingers worked you open. "Been thinking about this, havenāt you?" his voice would rumble, dark and teasing like when he joked around the kitchen island. Two thick fingers would push inside you while his thumb pressed perfect circles on your clit.
Your own fingers mimicked the fantasy, dipping lower to slide one, then two inside your aching pussy. You moaned softly, hips rolling up to meet your hand.
Seungcheol appeared in the daydream next, standing behind San, watching with that intense gaze of his. Heād grip Sanās shoulder, then reach for you, large palm covering your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough to make you cry out. "So pretty when youāre desperate" heād murmur, voice low and commanding, the same tone he used when organizing their workout schedules or settling apartment disputes.
You added a third finger, stretching yourself, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your other hand moved to your chest, rolling a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure coiled tighter in your core. You imagined them both shirtless still, bodies pressed close, taking turns tasting you. Sanās tongue replacing your fingers: eager, almost playful, licking broad stripes before sucking your clit between his lips. Seungcheol kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans while his hand guided Sanās head.
"Oh godā¦" The words slipped out louder than intended. You turned your face into the pillow to muffle the next moan as you pumped your fingers faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside.
The fantasy shifted. Now Seungcheol was between your legs, his massive shoulders holding your thighs apart while San knelt beside you, feeding his cock past your lips. Youād seen the outline of them both through their shorts enough times to imagine accurately: thick, heavy, San slightly longer with a slight upward curve, Seungcheol girthy enough to make your jaw ache. You sucked greedily in the daydream, hollowing your cheeks while Seungcheol fucked you with deep, powerful strokes that matched his bench press rhythm.
Your hips bucked off the bed. The coil wound impossibly tight. Sweat beaded on your own skin now, mirroring theirs. You rubbed your clit frantically with the heel of your hand while your fingers thrust deep.
"Come for us" imaginary San whispered against your ear.
That did it.
The orgasm slammed into you hard. Your walls clenched rhythmically around your fingers, thighs trembling violently. A broken cry tore from your throat, muffled by the pillow as wave after wave crashed over you. You kept rubbing through it, drawing it out until it bordered on too much, vision whiting out for a few blissful seconds.
You lay there afterward, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside your pulsing heat. A lazy, satisfied smile curved your lips. The guilt was there, faint but present: youād just gotten off hard to your roommates, but the relief outweighed it. Theyād never know. They were still in the gym, probably finishing up their sets, completely oblivious.
Or so you thought.
Unbeknownst to you, the music had stopped a minute earlier. The gym door had been left wider than you realized when you first peeked. And the large mirror on the opposite wall had given both men a perfect, unobstructed view of you hurrying down the hall, flushed and distracted, right after theyād spotted your reflection watching them.
They hadnāt followed immediately. Theyād finished their workout in charged silence, exchanging heavy looks but saying little. The air between them crackled with new possibility.
In your room, you finally withdrew your hand, and reached for your phone to check the time. Still early. Plenty of time to shower and act normal.
The living room lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow when you finally emerged from your room, freshly showered and dressed in an oversized hoodie and soft shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp and youād tried to compose yourself: neutral expression, casual demeanor, as if you hadnāt spent the better part of an hour replaying the image of your shirtless roommates while fingering yourself to completion. The apartment smelled faintly of the stir-fry Seungcheol had apparently thrown together while you were hiding. Music played low from the television: some R&B playlist they both liked.
San and Seungcheol were already on the sectional couch. San lounged in the corner, legs spread comfortably in gray sweatpants and a black tank top that did little to hide the definition of his shoulders. Seungcheol sat more upright on the other end, wearing a loose white tee and black shorts, one arm draped along the back of the couch. They both looked relaxed. Too relaxed.
You hesitated in the doorway. Something in the air felt charged, heavier than usual.
"Hey" you said, aiming for normalcy as you padded toward the kitchen island. "Smells good. You guys ate already?"
Seungcheolās deep voice answered first. "Saved you a plate. Itās in the microwave." His tone was calm, almost too even. "Come sit with us first."
Your stomach flipped. You glanced at San. He was watching you with those sharp, cat-like eyes, the corner of his mouth curved in a small, knowing smile. Not his usual playful one. This one carried heat.
You grabbed a water bottle instead of the food and slowly walked over, perching on the middle cushion between them. The couch felt smaller than usual. Their body heat radiated toward you: Sanās leg brushing yours, Seungcheolās arm still stretched behind your shoulders.
For a minute, the three of you watched the muted music video on screen. The silence stretched.
Then Seungcheol spoke. "We saw you watching us earlier."
Your heart slammed against your ribs. The water bottle nearly slipped from your fingers. You turned your head toward him, eyes wide. "What?"
San shifted closer on your other side, his knee pressing firmly against yours now. "In the gym. Door was open. You stood there for a while." His voice was low, almost a purr. "Could see how you were looking at us."
Heat flooded your face instantly. Embarrassment burned down your neck and across your chest. You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words died when Seungcheol continued. "And then we saw you go to your room." He leaned in slightly, his presence overwhelming. "Heard you too. The walls arenāt that thick, baby."
Baby. The pet name landed like a spark on dry tinder. You wanted the couch to swallow you whole. Your mind raced through excuses, maybe they were mistaken, maybe it was something else, but the evidence was damning. Youād been loud. Youād been desperate.
"Iā¦ I didnāt know you were home" you whispered, voice cracking. "You said you were going to the gym downtown. I came back early an..."
Sanās hand landed gently on your thigh, just above your knee. Warm. Steady. "We changed plans. Decided to use the home gym instead." His thumb stroked a slow circle on your skin. "Didnāt expect to catch you staring like that. Like you wanted to eat us alive."
You squeezed your eyes shut, mortified. "God, this is so embarrassing. Iām sorry. I shouldnāt have...Iāll justā¦"
Seungcheolās fingers brushed the back of your neck, sliding into your damp hair. He turned your face toward him. His gaze was dark, intense, but not angry. Hungry. "Donāt apologize. Weāre not mad."
Sanās hand slid higher up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your shorts just an inch. "Weāve been wanting you for months, you know. Both of us. Tried to keep it respectful since weāre roommates, but fuckā¦ hearing you moan like that?" He exhaled sharply. "Nearly lost it right there in the gym."
Your breath hitched. This couldnāt be real. Youād fantasized about this exact scenario earlier today and now it was unfolding in the living room. "Youā¦ both of you?"
Seungcheol nodded, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Both of us. Weāve talked about it. A lot." He leaned in until his lips were inches from yours. "Question isā¦ do you want this? Want us?"
The air felt electric. Your pulse thundered in your ears. Every rational thought screamed that this could complicate the roommate dynamic beyond repair. But your body, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, still aching for more, overruled everything.
"Yes" you breathed. "I want you. Both of you."
The words barely left your lips before Seungcheol closed the distance. His kiss was firm, commanding, lips warm and sure as they moved against yours. One large hand cupped your cheek while the other stayed tangled in your hair. He tasted like the mint from his post-workout drink and when his tongue swept into your mouth you moaned softly, melting into him.
San didnāt stay idle. His mouth found the side of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin while his hand boldly slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of your panties. "So fucking pretty" he murmured against your pulse point. "Been thinking about this for so long."
Seungcheol pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath, then San turned your face toward him and claimed your mouth in a deeper, more playful kiss. His tongue teased yours, coaxing you into a rhythm that made your toes curl. While he kissed you, Seungcheolās hands roamed, sliding under your hoodie, palms broad and warm against your bare waist, thumbs stroking the undersides of your breasts.
You whimpered into Sanās mouth when Seungcheol pinched one nipple lightly.
"Bedroom?" San asked against your lips, voice husky.
"Too far" Seungcheol answered. "Couch is fine tonight."
They moved with practiced coordination, as if theyād imagined this together many times. Your hoodie came off first, tossed aside. San peeled your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion. Suddenly you were naked between them, skin flushed and breathing ragged. They drank in the sight of you, Sanās eyes dark with lust, Seungcheolās jaw clenched with restraint.
"Beautiful" Seungcheol murmured. He guided you to lie back against the cushions, spreading your thighs. San settled between them first, pressing open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh. When his tongue dragged slowly through your folds, you cried out, back arching.
"Already so wet" San groaned, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He licked you with enthusiasm: broad, flat strokes followed by focused flicks on your clit, then dipping inside you. Two fingers joined soon after, curling perfectly while he sucked your clit between his lips.
Seungcheol knelt beside your head, stroking your hair. He pulled his shirt off, revealing the powerful chest youād watched earlier. "Open for me, baby." You turned your head eagerly, taking his thick cock into your mouth as he freed it from his shorts. He was heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper while San devoured your pussy.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. Pleasure built fast: Sanās talented mouth and fingers driving you toward the edge while Seungcheol fucked your mouth in shallow, controlled thrusts, praising you in that low, steady voice.
"Thatās itā¦ taking us so well. Look at you, our pretty roommate."
You came hard the first time with Sanās fingers buried deep and his tongue relentless on your clit. Your moan vibrated around Seungcheolās cock, making him groan and thrust a little deeper.
They switched after that. Seungcheol took his turn between your legs, his shoulders holding your thighs wide as he ate you with more intensity: long, deep licks and powerful suction that had you shaking. San knelt by your head, feeding you his cock. He was longer, curved and he tangled his fingers in your hair, moaning your name as you sucked him eagerly.
"Fuck, your mouth feels even better than I imagined" San panted.
You lost track of how many times they brought you to the edge. They were patient, thorough, worshipping every inch of you with hands and mouths until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, begging incoherently.
"Pleaseā¦ need you inside me" you finally gasped when Seungcheol pulled back from your clit, lips shiny with your arousal.
They didnāt make you wait long.
San sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, facing away from him. You sank down onto his cock slowly, moaning loudly at the stretch. He was thick enough to make your eyes water in the best way. Once fully seated, he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your shoulder. "Good girl. Feel so perfect."
Seungcheol stood in front of you, stroking himself as he watched you ride San for a minute. Then he stepped closer, guiding his cock back into your mouth. You were completely filled: San thrusting up into your pussy while Seungcheol fucked your throat in sync. Their hands roamed everywhere: Sanās fingers on your clit, Seungcheolās on your breasts, both of them groaning praises and filthy words that made your head spin.
The pace quickened. Sanās hips snapped up harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. Seungcheolās hand tightened gently in your hair. The sounds in the living room were obscene: skin slapping skin, wet slurping, your muffled moans, their deep grunts.
You came again like that, clamped around Sanās cock while Seungcheol was buried in your mouth. The orgasm tore through you violently, vision blurring, body shaking between them.
San followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken moan of your name. Seungcheol pulled out of your mouth and stroked himself fast, painting your chest and breasts with hot streaks of cum moments later.
For a long minute, the only sounds were heavy breathing and the low music still playing from the TV.
They took care of you immediately. San lifted you gently off his lap and laid you down on the couch while Seungcheol disappeared to the bathroom, returning with warm, damp towels. They cleaned you thoroughly: soft touches, gentle kisses on your thighs, your stomach, your forehead. San fetched you a fresh hoodie (his own, smelling like him) while Seungcheol brought water and a small plate of the stir-fry.
You ended up curled between them again, this time under a soft blanket. Sanās arm was around your waist, Seungcheolās fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh.
"Soā¦" you started, voice hoarse but content. "Roommates with benefits?"
Seungcheol chuckled, deep and warm. "More than that. Weāve wanted this for a long time. Not just sex."
San nuzzled into your neck. "Weāre yours. Youāre ours. Weāll figure out the details tomorrow. Tonight, just stay here with us."
You smiled, exhaustion and satisfaction settling deep in your bones. As their warmth surrounded you and the TV flickered softly, you let yourself relax completely between the two men who had just ruined you for anyone else. The new dynamic as roommates was definitely, blissfully, changed for good.
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There will be a part 2 of cold as snow! I'll see when i can write it. Maybe to be posted in 2 weeks!
Heās a street racer. Youāre the flag girl. One bet, one kiss, now youāre both in deeper than you ever planned.
Genre: mini serie
Wc: ~3k
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Warnings: smut, p in v, illegal car races, gambling, alcohol, oral, fingering, makeout, smoking (the warnings will be updated!)
A/N: well...it was difficult going back to a fic that old but i did my best (sorry if it's not long enough). I actually had a small draft for this draft but i had to almost rewite it entirely.
The message came two nights after the race. You almost ignored it. Your phone buzzed against the wooden surface of your kitchen counter, the vibration sharp in the quiet of your apartment. You had just gotten back from work, boots kicked off near the door, jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder as you poured herself a glass of water.
Buzz.
You glanced at the screen without much thought, then paused. Unknown Number.
A second passed. Then two. Your lips pressed together slightly, something between curiosity and suspicion flickering through your expression. Slowly, you reached over and picked up the phone.
"You kept the card. Iām impressed."
Your eyebrows lifted. Of course, him. A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of your mouth before your caught yourself and flattened it out again. You leaned back against the counter, rereading the message like it might change tone if you looked at it long enough.
Same confidence. Same teasing edge. Same him.
You didnāt reply right away. That would be too easy. Too predictable.
Instead, you set the phone down again and took a slow sip of water, deliberately ignoring the faint, annoying curiosity building in your chest.
Buzz.
You looked again.
"Or you threw it away and somehow still memorized my number. That would be even more impressive."
You let out a quiet laugh under your breath. "Unbelievable" you murmured. Your fingers hovered over the screen this time. Then, finally, you typed. "You're always this persistent, or am I special?"
The reply came almost instantly. "Youāre definitely not throw-the-card-away material."
Your smile returned, sharper now. "That doesnāt answer my question."
There's a pause this time. Just long enough to make you wonder if youād pushed back too quickly.
Then he answers "Depends. You're always this hard to get a drink with?"
There it was. Straight to the point, but wrapped in that same infuriating charm. You exhaled slowly through your nose, tapping your thumb lightly against the phone.
A drink. Simple. Casual. Harmless. Right?
Your mind flickered back: flashes of headlights, the roar of engines, the heat of his presence when he leaned in, that smirk right before.
You cut the thought off. "You assume I want to."
Another quick reply. "No. Iām making it sound like your idea."
You actually laughed this time. Loud enough that it echoed slightly in the apartment.
"ā¦Youāre ridiculous." But you didnāt say no. Your fingers moved again. "Where?"
The bar wasnāt far from Harbor Street, but it felt like a different world entirely. Dim lighting. Warm tones. Low music instead of pounding bass. The kind of place where conversations blurred together instead of exploding into noise.
Yeonjun was already there when you arrived. Of course he was. He leaned casually against the bar, one elbow resting on the polished wood, a glass already in his hand. No racing jacket tonight, just a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up slightly, revealing forearms marked with faint grease scars that never quite washed out.
He didnāt look like he belonged to the chaos of the street races in this setting. Or maybe he looked like he belonged everywhere.
His eyes found you the second you stepped inside. That same sharp awareness. Like heād been waiting without looking like he was waiting. And then that smirk. Slow. Familiar. Dangerous.
You walked toward him without hesitation, though your pulse picked up just slightly with every step.
"Thought you might not show" he said as you reached the bar, his voice low, casual, like this wasnāt something heād been thinking about for two days.
"I almost didnāt" you replied, sliding onto the stool beside him.
"Almost" he echoed, glancing at you sideways. "Thatās my favorite kind of yes."
You rolled your eyes lightly, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "Donāt get used to it."
"Too late."
The bartender approached and you ordered something simple, something safe. Yeonjun didnāt comment on the choice, but you noticed the brief glance he gave your glass when it arrived. Observant. Always observing.
There was a moment of quiet after that. Not awkward. Justā¦ charged. Like both of you were aware of the space between you in a way that made it feel smaller than it actually was.
"So" you said finally, taking a sip. "You do this often?"
"Invite people for drinks?" he asked.
"No" you said, turning slightly toward him. "Win races, kiss strangers, then act like itās normal."
He let out a soft chuckle, swirling the liquid in his glass. "That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether they show up afterward."
Your eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a spark of amusement there. "So I passed some kind of test?"
"Not a test" he said, shaking his head. "More likeā¦ confirmation."
"Of?"
His gaze met yours directly now, steady, unflinching. "That youāre as interesting off the street as you are on it."
The way he said it: calm, certain, made something shift in your chest. You looked away first. Just for a second. "Thatās a pretty high opinion for someone you barely know" you said, tone lighter than the feeling behind it.
"I donāt need to know everything" Yeonjun replied. "Just enough."
"And whatās enough?"
He took a slow sip of his drink before answering. "Enough to want to see you again."
Silence settled between you again. But this time, it felt different. Heavier. Warmer. The kind of silence that builds instead of empties. You studied him from the corner of your eye: the relaxed posture, the easy confidence, the way he didnāt seem to chase the moment but somehow controlled it anyway.
"Youāre very sure of yourself" you said.
"Iām very sure about certain things".he corrected.
"Like what?"
His lips curved slightly. "This."
The word hung in the air between you, undefined but understood.
You took another sip of your drink, slower this time. "You always talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you already know how things are going to play out."
He leaned in just slightly, not enough to invade you space, but enough that you felt it. "I donāt know how things will play out" he said quietly "I just know Iām not walking away early."
Your breath hitched, barely noticeable, but it was there. And he saw it. Of course he did. That smirk softened, just a fraction. Not teasing now. Interested. Genuine. And that was somehow worse.
Time passed without either of you noticing. One drink turned into two. Then three. The conversation shifted, from racing, to random stories, to quiet pauses that somehow said more than the words did. Every now and then, your hands brushed against the bar. Not accidental. Not fully intentional either. Just enough. Always just enough. And with each passing moment, the tension built. Not loud. Not overwhelming. But steady. Like a low hum under everything. Waiting.
When you finally checked the time, you blinked in surprise. "Didnāt realize it got this late" you said.
"Yeah" Yeonjun replied, though his tone suggested heād been aware and didnāt mind at all.
You slid off the stool, grabbing your jacket. "I should go."
He didnāt argue. Didnāt push. Just stood as well, watching you with that same calm, unreadable expression. "Iāll walk you out" he said.
"Not necessary."
"I know."
A beat. Then you sighed softly. "Fine."
Outside, the night air was cooler. Quieter than the bar, but still alive with the distant sounds of the city. You stood there for a moment, neither moving to leave just yet.
"You're always this hard to say goodbye?" he asked.
You crossed your arms lightly. "You're always this difficult?"
"Only when it works."
You shook your head, but you were smiling again. There was a pause. A longer one this time. Then "Well" you said softly "this wasā¦"
"Not a mistake?" he offered.
You hesitated. "ā¦Not a mistake."
His smirk returned. Bigger this time. Less teasing. More certain.
"Good" he said.
And neither of you moved. You didnāt say goodbye. That was the first sign things werenāt going the way they probably should have.
You turned first, starting down the street with your hands tucked into your jacket pockets, boots hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm. You didnāt check if he was following. You didnāt need to. His footsteps fell into sync behind you a second later. Not too close. Not distant either. Justā¦ there.
The city at night had a different kind of silence compared to the race strip. It wasnāt empty, it breathed. Distant traffic hummed like a current. Streetlights buzzed faintly overhead. Somewhere far off, a siren cut through the air, then faded.
You walked without speaking for a while. Not awkward. But charged. Like everything that needed to be said was waiting just beneath the surface, looking for the right moment to break through.
"You're always this quiet after a drink?" Yeonjun finally said.
You exhaled softly through your nose. "You're always this patient?"
"Only when I think itās worth it."
You glanced sideways at him. There it was again, that tone. Not cocky, not exactly, but certain. And that was somehow worse. "You really donāt let things go, do you?"
"No" he said simply. No hesitation. No apology.
You looked ahead again, your jaw tightening slightly but not in annoyance. Something else. Something closer to tension that hadnāt decided what it wanted to be yet.
You turned down a quieter street, the lights dimmer here, the buildings closer together. Your pace slowed just a fraction.
"You couldāve left after the bar" you said.
"I couldāve" he agreed. "But I didnāt."
"No." Another few steps passed. "Why?"
This time, he didnāt answer immediately. When he did, his voice was lower. "Because you didnāt want me to."
You stopped walking. He took one more step before stopping beside you. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you turned toward him. "Thatās a bold assumption."
His gaze held yours, steady, unreadable but intent. "Is it wrong?"
The question hung between you. Your breath slowed, just slightly. You could feel it now, that same tension from the bar, but sharper out here in the quiet. Less distraction. No noise to soften it. Just him. Just you. And the space between them shrinking without either of you stepping forward. "You donāt make things easy" you said.
"I donāt try to."
"Thatās the problem."
"Thatās the point."
Your lips parted slightly, like you had something to say but the words didnāt come. Instead, you shook your head once, almost like you were resetting yourself.
"Walk" you said, turning again.
He followed. Of course.
You building wasnāt far. Old, narrow, the kind with a stairwell that echoed slightly when you stepped inside. You unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping in without looking back. He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second. Not from uncertainty. But respect. Then he followed you inside.
The door clicked shut behind you and suddenly, everything felt smaller. Quieter. More contained. The tension didnāt disappear. It intensified.
The stairwell was dim, lit by a single overhead bulb that flickered slightly. Your footsteps were slower now as you climbed, aware of him just behind you close enough that you could feel the presence, the heat, without contact.
Second floor. You stopped at your door, keys in hand. There was a pause. A long one. You didnāt turn around immediately. When you did, you were closer than before. Not touching. But close enough that it wouldāve taken almost nothing.
"You donāt have to come in" you said.
It wasnāt a dismissal. It wasnāt an invitation either. It was a line. And a test. Yeonjun looked at you, really looked this time, not with that teasing smirk, not with casual confidence. Something quieter. More focused.
"I know" he said. And he didnāt move. Didnāt step forward. Didnāt push. That mattered more than anything he couldāve said. You held his gaze for a second longer. Then you turned, unlocked the door and pushed it open.
You stepped inside, leaving it open behind you.
Your apartment was simple, clean, lived-in without being cluttered. A jacket draped over the back of a chair. Keys tossed on a small table near the door. The faint scent of something warm (vanilla, maybe) lingering in the air.
Yeonjun stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound felt louder than it should have. Final.
You moved further into the room, pulling off your jacket and tossing it aside, running a hand briefly through your hair like you were trying to shake something off.
He watched you. Not in a way that felt invasive but attentive, careful.
"You want a drink?" You asked, almost automatically.
"Sure."
You nodded, moving into the small kitchen space.
For a moment, the normalcy of it grounded everything. Glasses. Bottles. The quiet clink of something being set down. But the tension didnāt leave. It lingered. Built. Waited.
When you turned back toward him, handing him a glass, your fingers brushed again. This time, neither of you pulled away immediately. It was subtle but deliberate. You eyes lifted to his. And that was it. That was the moment everything tipped.
He moved first. Not abruptly. Not aggressively. Justā¦ closer. Slow enough that you could stop him. Close enough that you didnāt. Your breath caught slightly as he reached up, his hand brushing lightly against your wrist, not gripping, not holding, just there.
There was a question in his eyes. You didnāt answer with words. You just stepped closer and that was enough.
The kiss wasnāt like the one at the race. That one had been a performance. This one wasnāt. It was slower. Measured. Testing. His hand moved to your waist, steady, grounding. Yours found his jacket, fingers curling slightly into the fabric like you needed something to hold onto.
There was no rush. No urgency to escalate. Just heat and tension finally breaking into something tangible. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. Your eyes were still half-lidded, you breath uneven.
That smirk returned to his lips but softer now. Less teasing. Moreā¦ something else.
"You still think this was a bad idea?" he murmured.
You let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "I didnāt say that."
"You were thinking it."
"Maybe."
He leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours, lighter this time.
"Still thinking it?"
Your grip tightened slightly on his jacket. "ā¦Less."
That was all the permission he needed.
The second kiss was deeper. Not rushed but no longer cautious. Your hand slid up to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, pulling him closer this time.
That shift, that choice, changed everything. The tension wasnāt just building anymore. It was moving. Escalating.
His hand moved slightly at your waist, not wandering, not pushing boundaries but grounding you there, keeping you close. And you didnāt step away. Didnāt hesitate.
For a moment, the world outside didnāt exist. No races. No rules. No lines. Just this.
And then...you pulled back. Abruptly enough that the shift was undeniable. Your breath was uneven, your hand still resting lightly against his chest but your expression had changed. Focused again. Aware.
He didnāt chase you, didnāt close the distance again. Just watched. Waiting. "What?" he asked quietly.
You shook your head once, stepping back fully now. "Thisā¦" you gestured slightly between you, searching for the right word "ā¦this is exactly the problem."
He didnāt look confused. Justā¦ curious. "How?"
You exhaled, running a hand through your hair again. "Youāre a racer."
"And youāre the one who starts the races" he pointed out.
"Thatās not the same."
"Why not?"
Your eyes met his again, sharper now. "Because I donāt get involved."
He tilted his head slightly. "Youāre involved right now."
"Thatās different."
"How?"
Your jaw tightened. "Because if I cross that line" you said, quieter now but more certain "I lose control of the other one."
He didnāt interrupt, didnāt argue immediately. Just listened.
"If I start gettingā¦ involved with racers" you continued "then what? Favoritism? Doubt? People start questioning every call I make at the line."
"You donāt seem like someone who cares what people think."
"I donāt" you said quickly. Then, after a beat "ā¦until it affects the race."
Silence settled between you again. But it was different now. Not tension from attraction. Tension from reality. From boundaries. From something that actually mattered.
Yeonjun looked at you for a long moment. Then nodded once. "Okay."
You blinked. Thatā¦ wasnāt the reaction you expected. "Okay?"
"Okay" he repeated simply. No argument. No push. No smirk this time. Just acceptance. That caught you off guard more than anything else heād done that night.
"Youāre justā¦ fine with that?"
"I didnāt say that" he said.
There it was again, that edge. Not defiance but not surrender either. "I just said I understand. But it doesnāt mean Iām not going to keep showing up."
Your lips parted slightly. "Thatās exactly the problem" you said, but there was no real frustration in it now. Justā¦ inevitability.
He stepped back toward the door, picking up his jacket. "Then I guess youāll have to keep deciding what to do about it."
That smirk returned: faint, controlled. But still there. He paused at the door, glancing back at you.
"Next race" he said "youāre still waving the flag, right?"
You crossed your arms, trying and failing to look unaffected. "Of course."
"Good, I wouldnāt want a conflict of interest."
You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. Just slightly. He saw it. Of course he did. And then he left.
The door closed behind him with a soft click. You stood there for a long moment, unmoving. The apartment felt quieter now. Too quiet. Your fingers lifted slowly to your lips, brushing lightly against them, like you could still feel the ghost of the moment lingering there.
"ā¦This is a bad idea" you murmured to yourself. But you didnāt sound convinced. Not even a little.
Warnings: drugs, sex under drugs, thigh riding, semi public sex, handjob, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, heightened feelings, multiple rounds (mentioned)
A/N: thanks DeepL for this because i lacked so much vocabulary for this universe (translators are my best friends)
The megacity of Neo-Seoul never truly slept, it just pulsed in different frequencies. By day, the upper spires belonged to the Corps: gleaming chrome towers where executives in haptic suits dictated the lives of millions through algorithms and surveillance drones. Below, in the underbelly known as the Subgrid, the forgotten layers of concrete and rusted rebar formed a labyrinth where the rest of humanity clawed for scraps of freedom.
You had lived in the Subgrid your entire life. Twenty three years of flickering holograms, black-market oxygen credits and the constant hum of ventilation shafts that recycled the same stale air. Your job at the neural-recycling plant (stripping old implants from the dead for resale) paid just enough to keep the Corpo debt collectors from dragging you into indentured labor. But tonight, none of that mattered.
Tonight, there was the Rave.
Word had spread through encrypted ghost-channels for weeks: an illegal gathering in the abandoned Sector 7 transit hub, deep enough that even the patrol drones rarely ventured. No permits, no facial-recognition checkpoints, just pure, raw escape. The kind of place where you could forget the iron grip of the Corps for a few stolen hours.
You adjusted the collar of your worn synth-leather jacket, the one with the flickering LED strips that still worked half the time. Beneath it, a cropped mesh top clung to your skin and your pants were reinforced with scavenged carbon-fiber patches: practical for running if things went south. Your boots clicked against the damp ferrocrete as you slipped through a service grate, following the distant throb of bass that vibrated up through the soles of your feet.
Intak was already waiting at the rendezvous point, leaning against a graffiti-covered pillar with that easy, crooked grin that always made your stomach flip. He wore a black tactical vest over a tight thermal shirt that hugged his athletic frame, the kind of build honed from years of dodging security sweeps and hauling contraband. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling into his eyes and a single glowing earpiece pulsed faintly with hacked music previews. A small backpack slung over one shoulder probably held tonightās contraband.
"Thought youād bail" he teased, voice low and warm against the distant rumble. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance, eyes scanning you appreciatively. "Looking dangerous tonight."
You rolled your eyes but couldnāt suppress a smile. "Says the guy who probably smuggled in half the good stuff." Intak had a reputation in your loose circle of Subgrid survivors: charismatic, quick-witted, with a rap flow that could cut through noise like a laser and a laugh that made even the worst nights bearable. He was the one who always found the cracks in the system, the hidden routes, the parties that let you breathe.
He shrugged, playful. "Only the best for us. Come on, the entryās about to seal."
You fell into step beside him, shoulders brushing as you navigated the narrow access tunnels. The air grew thicker, warmer, laced with the scent of ozone from overworked generators and the faint chemical tang of whatever substances were already circulating. Distant voices echoed: laughter, arguments, the occasional spark of a makeshift flare.
The main venue opened up like a cathedral of decay: the old transit hall, vaulted ceilings cracked and dripping condensation, massive support pillars wrapped in illegal fiber-optic vines that pulsed with stolen electricity. Holographic projectors, hacked from Corpo billboards, cast swirling neon patterns across the crowd: electric blues, violent pinks, acid greens. Makeshift stages rose from cargo crates, where DJs with augmented arms spun tracks layered with distorted vocal samples and relentless, bone-rattling bass. The floor was a sea of bodies, hundreds of them, dressed in scavenged fashion: glowing visors, torn corporate uniforms repurposed as clubwear, LED tattoos that flickered in time with the music.
Security was minimal and unofficial: a few burly locals with shock batons and hacked ocular implants keeping watch for drones or snitches. No one cared about minor theft or fights, the rule was simple: donāt bring the Corps down on everyone.
Intakās hand found the small of your back, guiding you through the press of bodies without losing you. The contact sent a small spark up your spine, familiar and electric. Youād danced around this tension for months: stolen glances during supply runs, late-night conversations on rooftops overlooking the glowing spires, moments where words lingered too long. But neither of you had crossed the line. Not yet.
"First roundās on me" he shouted over the music, steering you toward a makeshift bar fashioned from an overturned mag-lev car. The "bartender", a woman with mirrored eyes and neon braids, slid over two vials of glowing synth-liquor. Cheap, harsh, but it burned away the dayās residue.
You clinked vials and downed them. The liquor hit warm and immediate, loosening your limbs. Intak leaned close, his breath brushing your ear. "You good?"
"Better than good" you replied, the bass already syncing with your heartbeat.
The two of you melted into the crowd. The music was relentless, a fusion of old-world trap, distorted k-pop echoes from pre-Corp days and raw industrial beats that made the floor tremble. Bodies moved in waves, sweat-slick and uninhibited. Holographic dancers projected above the main stage twisted in impossible geometries, their forms glitching when the power fluctuated.
Intak danced like he lives: fluid, confident, with sharp edges of energy. His eyes never left you for long, pulling you closer during drops, hands skimming your waist, your hips. You let yourself move with him, the heat of the crowd and the liquor making everything feel loose and alive. For once, the weight of debt, quotas and surveillance felt distant.
Hours blurred. The set shifted to something heavier, deeper, the kind of bass that resonated in your chest like a second heartbeat. Sweat beaded on your skin. Intakās thermal shirt clung to him, outlining the lean muscle underneath. When the lights strobed particularly hard, his grin flashed white and wicked.
That was when he leaned in again, lips close to your ear. "I got something better than the cheap stuff. New batch. Called Eclipse. They say it rewires your senses, makes everythingā¦ more."
Your pulse jumped. Designer drugs in the Subgrid were Russian roulette: some were pure bliss, others left you fried or worse. But Intak was careful. He only brought things heād tested or trusted.
"Safe?" you asked, though the thrill was already there.
"Safer than breathing this air" he said with a laugh. From his backpack, he produced a small, sleek case. Inside were two thin patches, iridescent and stamped with a tiny eclipsed sun logo. "Transdermal. Hits fast, lasts a few hours. No needles, no crash like the old synthetics."
You hesitated only a second. The Corps took everything else, why not steal this one night of amplified existence?
You nodded. Intak peeled one patch and pressed it gently to the side of your neck, his fingertips lingering on your skin. The contact was cool at first, then a subtle warmth bloomed. He applied his own, then tucked the case away.
At first, nothing dramatic. The music continued, the crowd surged. Then, slowly, the world sharpened.
Colors intensified. The neon holograms popped with impossible vibrancy, edges crisp as if someone had turned up the resolution on reality. Sounds layered richer, the bass became a physical caress rolling through your body, individual notes separating like threads of silk. Your skin prickled with heightened sensitivity: every brush of fabric, every shift of air felt deliberate.
Intakās eyes met yours. His pupils were already dilating, dark and wide. "Fuckā¦ you feel that?"
You did. The warmth from the patch spread outward, turning into a liquid gold rush through your veins. Euphoria crested gently at first, then built like a wave. Touch became everything. When his hand found yours, the simple contact sent sparks racing up your arm, straight to your core. Your breath hitched.
The crowd pressed closer, but it no longer felt suffocating, it felt intimate, like every body was part of the same pulsing organism. Intak pulled you tighter against him, chest to chest, his free hand sliding to your lower back. The heat of his palm burned through your top in the best way. You could smell him, sweat, faint cologne mixed with the synthetic edge of the drug, something uniquely him that made your head spin.
Dancing turned slower, more deliberate. Your hips moved in sync, bodies grinding to the relentless rhythm. Every point of contact ignited: thigh against thigh, his breath on your neck when he leaned down. The drug dissolved boundaries. You felt his heartbeat through his vest, fast and strong, matching yours.
"Been wanting this" he murmured, voice rougher than usual, lips brushing the shell of your ear. The words vibrated through you, amplified. "Not just tonight. You know that, right?"
Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. "Then stop waiting."
His laugh was low, delighted, a little breathless. The Eclipse surged again, sending a flush of heat straight between your legs. Colors bled at the edges of your vision in beautiful fractals. The music wasnāt just sound anymore, it was texture, taste, pure sensation wrapping around your nerves.
Intakās mouth hovered near yours, teasing. Not kissing yet, just sharing breath, building the tension until it was unbearable. His hands roamed up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts through mesh, then down to grip your hips, guiding your movements against him. You could feel him hardening against your thigh, the evidence of his own rising need making you dizzy with want.
The crowd swirled around you, but the dark corner of the old transit hall beckoned: a shadowed alcove behind a collapsed pillar, half-hidden by dangling fiber-optics and flickering emergency lights that barely functioned. Intak noticed it at the same time, his gaze flicking there with clear intent.
He didnāt ask. He simply laced his fingers with yours and tugged you through the crowd, bodies parting like water around your shared momentum. The drug made every step feel charged, the friction of clothing against skin almost too much.
You reached the corner. The bass still thrummed through the walls, distant but present, a constant reminder that the party raged on just meters away. Here, the light was dimmer, deep violet and crimson coming from a cracked holo-panel above. The air was cooler against your overheated skin, but it did nothing to quench the fire building inside.
Intak backed you against the cold metal wall, the contrast shocking and delicious. His body caged yours, one hand braced beside your head, the other tilting your chin up. His eyes were blown wide, lashes low, the usual playful spark replaced by raw hunger.
"Tell me to stop and I will" he said, voice husky, barely audible over the muffled music. But his thumb traced your lower lip and the touch sent another Eclipse-fueled jolt straight through you.
You answered by surging up, closing the last inch. The kiss was desperate from the first second: messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding hot and urgent. The drug amplified everything: the taste of him, the slight sting of teeth when he nipped your lip, the way his groan vibrated into your mouth. Your hands roamed under his vest, feeling the taut muscle of his abdomen, the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.
Intak pressed his thigh between yours, giving you something to grind against. Pleasure sparked sharp and bright, drawing a moan from you that he swallowed eagerly. His free hand slid under your cropped top, palm hot against your bare stomach, then higher, cupping your breast and thumbing over the nipple until it peaked.
Everything felt electric. The wall at your back, his body heat, the distant roar of the crowd, it all blended into one overwhelming wave of sensation. The Eclipse made boundaries blur; you werenāt sure where you ended and he began.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot where the patch still clung, sending fresh sparks through your nerves. "You taste so fucking good" he whispered against your skin. "Been thinking about this for months."
Your head hit the cold, riveted metal wall with a dull clang that barely registered over the muffled thunder of the bass still pounding through the transit hall. Intakās body followed instantly, pressing flush against yours, all lean muscle and scorching heat amplified by the Eclipse surging through both your veins. The drug had fully taken hold now, turning every nerve ending into a live wire. The rough texture of the wall scraped deliciously against your shoulders through your thin mesh top. The distant roar of the crowd felt like a living pulse syncing with the frantic beat of your heart.
Intakās mouth was relentless. He kissed you like heād been starving for it: deep, messy, tongues sliding hot and urgent, teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to draw a sharp gasp that he swallowed with a low groan. The taste of him: synth-liquor, salt and something uniquely Intak, exploded across your heightened senses. Every tiny movement of his lips sent ripples of pleasure straight down your spine, pooling hot and heavy between your legs.
"Fuck" he breathed against your mouth when you both broke for air, foreheads pressed together. His voice was wrecked, rougher than youād ever heard it. "You have no idea how long Iāve wanted this. How many nights I lay in that shitty bunk thinking about you."
His hands werenāt idle. One braced beside your head, fingers splayed against the metal, the other sliding under the hem of your cropped top with purpose. Calloused fingertips traced the curve of your waist, then higher, mapping bare skin that shivered under his touch. The Eclipse made every graze feel electric, magnified, intimate, almost too intense. When his palm finally cupped your breast, thumb circling the already-peaked nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, a broken moan tore from your throat.
Intakās hips rolled forward instinctively, pressing the hard line of his erection against your thigh. Even through layers of clothing, the heat and pressure made your core clench with need. You could feel how much he wanted you, thick, insistent, straining against his pants.
"Intak..." Your voice came out breathy, needy. Your hands fisted in his tactical vest, yanking him impossibly closer. The drug dissolved any remaining hesitation. In this shadowed corner, hidden behind the collapsed pillar and dangling strands of glowing fiber-optics, the risk of the party raging just meters away only heightened everything. Anyone could stumble by. The thought sent a forbidden thrill racing through you.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your neck as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. "Say my name like that again and I wonāt be gentle."
You did. "Intak."
His teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive spot where the Eclipse patch still clung to your skin. Fresh sparks exploded behind your eyes, colors fracturing into fractals even in the dim violet-crimson glow of the cracked holo-panel above. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with his tongue, all while his thigh wedged firmly between your legs, giving you something solid to grind against.
The friction was perfect. Your hips moved on instinct, rolling against the firm muscle of his thigh, chasing the building pressure. Each drag of fabric against your clit sent sharp jolts of pleasure radiating through you, amplified by the drug until it felt like your entire body was humming with it. Wetness soaked through your underwear, slick and unmistakable.
Intak noticed. Of course he did. His hand left your breast only to slide down, palming your ass and pulling you harder against his thigh. "Thatās it" he murmured, voice low and filthy against your ear. "Ride my thigh, baby. Let me feel how wet you are for me already."
The words alone nearly undid you. You obeyed, grinding shamelessly, head tipping back against the wall with a soft thud. The distant bass from the main floor vibrated through the metal at your back, adding another layer of sensation, like the whole world was fucking you in rhythm.
His fingers worked at the fastening of your reinforced pants, deft despite the haze of Eclipse. The zipper rasped loudly in the relative quiet of the alcove. Cool air hit your heated skin as he shoved the fabric down just enough, past your hips, bunching around your thighs. Your underwear followed, leaving you exposed to the subterranean chill, but the contrast only made the heat between your legs burn hotter.
Intak dropped to one knee without warning, one hand steadying your hip while the other hooked your leg over his shoulder. The position left you open, vulnerable and aching. He looked up at you through dark lashes, pupils blown wide, lips parted. The glowing fiber-optics cast shifting neon across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes.
"Been dying to taste you" he said, voice husky.
Then his mouth was on you. The first lick: broad, slow, from entrance to clit, ripped a cry from your throat that he quickly muffled by pressing his free hand over your mouth. The Eclipse turned the sensation into pure fire: every ridge of his tongue, every flick, every suck felt multiplied. He devoured you like a man possessed, lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently then harder, tongue circling, dipping inside you to collect the slick evidence of your arousal.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, holding him exactly where you needed him. Your hips bucked against his face, chasing more, but he held you steady with that iron grip on your thigh. Moans vibrated against his palm as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, sharp and bright and overwhelming.
Intak groaned against your core, the sound sending delicious vibrations straight through you. "So fucking sweet" he muttered between licks. "Taste even better than I imagined. Come on, give it to me. Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue."
The dirty praise combined with the relentless assault of his mouth pushed you over the edge faster than you expected. The orgasm crashed through you like a power surge: white-hot, shattering. Your thighs trembled, walls clenching around nothing as waves of ecstasy rolled over you, amplified by Eclipse until it felt endless. A muffled scream tore from behind his hand, body arching off the wall as colors exploded behind your eyelids in violent, beautiful bursts.
Intak didnāt stop. He licked you through it, gentling his touches only when you started to whine from overstimulation, then pressed one last soft kiss to your clit before pulling back. His lips glistened with your release. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and satisfied as he rose to his feet.
You were still panting, legs shaky, when he kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was slower this time, deeper, almost reverent, but the hunger hadnāt faded.
"My turn" you whispered against his mouth, hands already working at his belt.
Intak let out a shaky laugh. "Baby, if you touch me right now Iām not gonna last."
But he didnāt stop you. You freed him from his pants, wrapping your hand around his cock. He was hot, heavy, velvet-smooth skin over steel. The vein along the underside pulsed under your fingers. A bead of pre-cum already glistened at the tip. You stroked him slowly, twisting at the head the way youād fantasized about during those long nights alone. Intakās head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, hips jerking into your fist.
"Fuck, your hand feels too good" he rasped. "Especially like thisā¦ everythingās so intense."
The Eclipse made it true for both of you. Every stroke felt like it stroked along your own nerves. His breathing grew ragged, hot puffs against your neck. You wanted more. Needed him inside you.
You guided the head of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it through your slick folds. Both of you moaned at the contact.
Intakās hand covered yours, helping line himself up. "You sure?" he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Here? Like this?"
You answered by tilting your hips and pulling him forward.
The first push inside was slow, deliberate, stretching you open inch by inch. The burn was exquisite, amplified into pure bliss by the drug. Your walls fluttered around him, welcoming the thick intrusion. Intakās forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked as he sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared gasp.
"Shitā¦ so tight. So perfect" he whispered. "You feel like heaven."
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, letting both of you savor the overwhelming fullness. Then he started to move, shallow rolls of his hips at first, building rhythm. Each thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting through your veins. The angle, with your leg still hooked high and your back against the wall, let him hit deep, grinding against your clit with every forward motion.
The pace quickly grew harder, faster. Skin slapped against skin, wet and obscene, barely masked by the distant music. Intak fucked you with single-minded intensity: hips snapping, one hand braced on the wall for leverage, the other gripping your thigh to keep you spread open for him. Sweat beaded on his skin, sliding down the column of his neck. His vest hung open, thermal shirt pushed up so you could see the flex of his abs with every thrust.
You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders through fabric, moans spilling freely now. The risk of discovery only made it hotter, the possibility that someone could walk around the pillar at any second and see Intak buried deep inside you, fucking you raw against the wall.
"Harder" you gasped. "Please...Intak, fuck me harder."
He obliged with a growl, shifting his angle and driving into you with punishing force. The new depth made stars bloom in your eyes. Pleasure coiled again, tighter this time, building toward something even more devastating than the first orgasm.
Intakās mouth found yours in a sloppy kiss, all teeth and desperation. "Thatās my girl" he panted between thrusts. "Taking me so well. Gonna make you come again, feel you squeeze my cock when you do."
His free hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles. The dual stimulation was too much. Your second orgasm hit like a train: sudden, violent, ripping through you with such intensity that your vision whited out for a second. You cried out his name, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him as pleasure flooded every cell.
Intak cursed sharply, pace faltering as your release triggered his own. "Fuck baby, Iām..."
He thrust deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, pulsing hot inside you. The sensation of him filling you: thick, warm spurts, prolonged your own aftershocks, drawing out the ecstasy until both of you were trembling, gasping, barely able to stand.
For long moments, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant thump of the bass. Intakās forehead rested against yours, bodies still joined, sweat-slick and trembling. The Eclipse began its slow descent, leaving a warm, glowing afterglow in its wake rather than the usual harsh crash.
He pulled out carefully, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. Quickly, he helped you readjust your clothes, then fixed his own with surprisingly gentle hands. When you were both decent again, he cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the raw fucking youād just shared.
"You okay?" he asked softly, eyes searching yours. The playful spark was back, but layered with something deeper, affection, maybe even the start of more.
You smiled, still floating on the combined high of drugs and endorphins. "More than okay."
Intak leaned in, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. "Good. Because that was only round one. When we get out of hereā¦ my place has better walls. Thicker ones."
You laughed, the sound light and free despite the dystopian hell surrounding you. Hand in hand, you slipped back toward the edge of the crowd, the neon lights still swirling, the party still raging.
In the harsh reality of Neo-Seoulās Subgrid, moments like this were rare, stolen, risky, bright as forbidden neon. But with Intak beside you, the future felt a little less dark.
I know you said your requests are closed, but I have a question. Would it be possible to make a fic with multiple people in multiple groups? Like Scoups and San in one fic? Just curious
hi! I was thinking of opening requests again anyway so don't worry!
As for crossovers, i'm not against it at all! But if you have a precise idea please tell me because it's way harder to have inspiration in crossovers.
