The Ace-Jeong Yunho

The Ace-Jeong Yunho

[Demon!Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, slight angst, dirty talk, the smut scene in this is super self indulgent please forgive me, crying, oral (Fem recieving), edging mentions of losing one's memories, petnames: little dove, baby, sweet thing, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap, big dick!yunho, kind of a size kink? If you squint, also kind of a hand kink? If you squint again

Taglist: @treasure-hwa @vitrealislux @breezy-simp @bucky-thorin-winchester @scuzmunkie @hoohoohope @knucklesdeepmingi @fairygirl18 @giulianacelestino @craxy-person @sweetsojudreams

Smut under the cut. Minors do not read

You'd been visiting the Enchantress' house every day since Wooyoung had given you her address. You hadn't gone in just yet, too nervous about what would happen if you did. Wooyoung had seemed very nervous in his letter to you and as much as you wanted to know more, if Wooyoung of all people was concerned then that was enough to make you more than wary.

But not today. No today you were throwing all inhibitions out of the window and finally going to knock on the Enchantress' door in the hope of finally getting the answers you were hoping for.

So here you were, ringing the doorbell of the lavender town house where the woman resided. The soft purple was a stark contrast to the stark white of the houses other side of it and you briefly wondered how you'd never noticed any of these houses before. They were very pretty, almost picturesque and you weren't the type of person to miss things, especially not an entire row of town houses. Eric would miss them though...perhaps he was rubbing off on you.

Before you could really delve too deep into how exactly you'd missed a street full of houses for years the soft purple door swung open and you were face to face with the women from the carnival, the enchantress. She hummed softly, looking you over before nodding.

"I was wondering when you would finally pluck up the courage to ring the doorbell little dove."

Your eyes widened "You were?"

"Oh yes. I've been expecting you for weeks little dove. It did take you longer than I expected to summon Wooyoung, but no matter, you're still here." She stepped into the house and motioned for you to enter. You did, looking at her warily.

"You knew about Wooyoung?"

"Of course I did. How do you think Wooyoung got my address? His source works for me little dove, this was all part of the plan."

"And what exactly is the plan?" The Enchantress laughed and led you to her living room. The room was filled with plush lavender couches and deep purple rugs. She motioned for you to sit and you did, folding your hands in your lap. She sat across from you, picking up a tea cup in front of her and taking a sip.

"To get you to come here of course. What is it you wish to know little dove?"

"Why are the boys contracted to you? Why are they contracted to me? How do I get them out of your contract?"

"where to begin? Where to begin?" She hummed softly, delicate fingers tapping the teacup, "I suppose we'll start from your first questions."

You nodded "please."

She tapped the teacup again, nails clicking melodically against the china, before speaking. "You know they're involved with each other yes?"

"Yes, Hongjoong told me when I summoned him."

"Mm. Well did he tell you that they were dating someone else as well?"

You shook your head "he didn't mention that. No."

She laughed. A short, almost pained noise which came from her throat. "Of course he didn't. Not like he ever cared about her."

"...her?"

"My sister. I warned her countless times that she shouldn't get involved with them, they're sex demons for heaven's sake! But that only made her want to be with them more. So she started sneaking out. I knew where she was going, of course. It wasn't difficult to figure out, but she wouldn't listen to me not matter what I told her. And then they broke her heart and I had to fix it."

You frowned, that didn't sound at all like your boys. They weren't trouble at all. Well...yes they were, but not break someone's heart trouble. "Fix it? How? They're demons."

"Yes, fix it. I'm a very powerful woman little dove." She continued speaking, "so I contracted them to me. They were to stay with me until they could find someone who they truly loved because they couldn't seem to love my sister the way she deserved," she laughed "That's why they're contracted to you. The card is used to pick their next...attempt."

"And if they don't fall in love at the end of the contract?"

"Then we start all over again with a new person."

"So..." you began to speak slowly "if they do fall in love?"

"Then I let them go. But it's not that simple, they'll never fall in love."

"But what if they do?" She began to laugh and it made a sinking feeling form in your stomach. "I'm serious. What if they fall in love?"

"Oh I know you're serious little dove which is why I'm laughing. They won't, especially not with you."

You felt your throat tighten up and a lump formed. You weren't going to cry, not in front of her. You knew it was a possibility that they weren't actually in love with you, but all those things they said, they were real...right?

"But what if they do?" Your voice was as level as you could make it even as you felt tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Then they have to prove it to me. And I'll let them go to be with whoever they're in love with. But you, my little dove, if they're in love with you that is, will forget everything about them. They'll have a clean slate to start over with you."

You felt the tears begin to fall and you wiped them away quickly, standing up. You didn't want to forget them, you couldn't forget them. That was...if they were even in love with you. "Thank you for speaking with me, I need to go now."

The Enchantress smiled and nodded "Of course you do. I will see you again one day little dove."

You nodded and all but sprinted out of her house and back onto the street, into the pouring rain, the droplets mixing with the tears now falling freely down your face.

Because of course it was raining.

~

You'd practically been crying since you got home, now curled up on your bed in your fluffiest pair of pyjamas and the playing card in your hand. You didn't want to talk to Hongjoong or Seonghwa, not wanting to get a lecture and you didn't want to talk to Wooyoung, not being able to face him. But there were other people you could talk to and all you had to do was flip over the card. Yunho would be there for you. He would do anything for you.

"Even fuck away the pain," you whispered. You weren't crying anymore but your emotions were still flying a million miles a minute and you were still sniffling. You closed your eyes and whispered another "Yunho can fuck the pain away," before flipping over the card.

"I was wondering when you were...baby? Are you okay?"

You opened your eyes to see Yunho standing in front of you, eyes filled with concern. You took a deep breath and willed the tears to not start again. "I went and saw her."

Yunho tilted his head and moved closer, cupping your face, "Who baby?"

"The Enchantress. Wooyoung gave me her address, I just wanted to help you guys but she said that you'd broken her sister's heart? And that you didn't know how to love and that's why you were in this contract and that if you could prove that you were in love with someone," you shook your head, "with me then she'd let you go, but I'd forget you guys and you'd have to start again but I don't want to forget you guys..." you grabbed Yunho's hands "that's if you end up falling in love with me."

Yunho smiled softly even with the sadness in his eyes and he thumbed over your cheek. "We're all a little bit in love with you y/n. You should see the way Hongjoong lights up when he talks about you. The way that him and Seonghwa and Yeosang will sit for hours trying to work out how we can be with you for good. How we can get out of the contract. Even if we aren't all the way in love with you, just like you're not all the way in love with us," he kissed the top of your head "we can grow to be."

You nodded "but my memories..."

"You think Wooyoung will ever let you properly forget about him? Absolutely no way baby. He'll do anything to be with you, past memories of him or not. We all will."

"You really care about me that much?"

Yunho smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly, sweetly, like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands slipped down your fluffy pyjama shirt and pulled you closer to him. When the kiss broke he pressed several small kisses to your face, making you giggle. "We really do care about you that much."

"Yunho," you sighed softly, moving a bit so that his hands slipped onto your bare skin.

"What do you want y/n?"

"Please show me," you whispered softly, "show me how much you care about me."

"Are you sure?" He began to lie you onto your bed, big hands moving further under your pyjama shirt to slip it off, your arms lifting up to let him. "I don't want you to be doing this, just because you think you have to."

"Yunho, I want to," you pressed your lips against his, "Please."

He grinned and kissed you again, fingers trailing over the curve of your breasts and thumbing your nipples gently to make you moan. "As you wish y/n." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, his big hands making a trail down your body to the waistband of your pyjama pants. You felt goosebumps raise on your skin and you giggled softly against his mouth.

"Tickles Yunho."

"Yeah? That's cute."

You laughed again "I'm supposed to be sexy Yunho."

"You're incredibly sexy y/n," he smiled trailing kisses down your neck, between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach, "gonna be even sexier with my head between your thighs." He snapped his fingers softly to remove both your pyjama pants and his own clothes before moving his head down between your thighs. "You're okay with this?"

"Yes please Yunho, yes!"

He chuckled and blew gently on your pussy lips before diving in. He began with soft kitten licks at your clit before pulling away to spit directly on your pussy. "Yunho!" You gasped and it made him laugh as he slurped up his spit with your juices beginning to lick you again, with even more fever than before. Whatever you were going to scold him for died on your tongue as you dissolved into a mess of gasps and moans, fingers threading through Yunho's hair in a weak attempt to ground yourself. He groaned into your pussy, fingers coming to probe at your entrance.

"Can I open you up for me sweet thing?"

You nodded, gasping out a soft 'yes,' and he immediately slipped two fingers inside of you, scissoring them gently.

"Taste delicious my sweet baby. Gonna feel so good on my cock."

"You think?" You whimpered, arching into Yunho when his fingers curled into you.

"I know," he grinned before going back to his work.

If you didn't know that Yunho was a demon you would definitely have called him one when he pulled away from your pussy right as you were on the edge. You whined in frustration, pouting at Yunho as he hovered over you with a grin on his face. "What was that for? I was right there."

"I know baby," he tapped his cock over your entrance "Want you coming on my cock."

He pushed inside of you and you gasped, eyes rolling back at the feeling. "Fuck Yunho, so big."

"Yeah? You like my big cock filling you up?"

"Yes...yes. Please move. Please please fuck me."

He grinned before beginning to fuck you. Deep and passionate and hard, long, pretty fingers circling over your clit from the get go. Yunho was drinking up the melody of moans and whines you were producing as he fucked you, answering with his own harmony of deep groans and grunts.

"Fuck! Needy pussy just sucking me in. You're going to make me cum soon."

You were already so close from Yunho's edging from before and you hold was clenching sporadically around him. You pulled Yunho into a kiss as you fell over the edge, moaning into his mouth. He fucked you through your orgasm, burying himself deep inside you when he reached his own.

The two of you stayed connected for a while, panting against each other's lips. You smiled softly at Yunho and pecked him. "Thank you Yunho."

"You don't need to thank me y/n. It's my pleasure to be with you, really."

You giggled softly and kissed him again, the both of you gasping once more as Yunho pulled out, his eyes moving to watch the cum drip out of you slowly. "Oh wow," you whispered softly.

"Yeah that's hot," Yunho looked so serious and it made you both dissolve into laughter. "It is! Don't laugh at me y/n!"

"I'm not laughing Yunho, I promise."

"Good, want me to clean you up?"

You nodded "Yes please."

"And then..." he began slowly, kissing your head "We can talk to the others about your outing today."

You winced "Do we have to?"

"You know the answer to that y/n."

Yunho was right. You did know the answer to that.

You needed to talk to them.

A/n: Aaahhh I'm so sorry this is late but here is the next chapter of pick a card!!! Thank you so much for being so patient with me and my crazy schedule and I hope this meets your expectations, even if it is a little more plot heavy than some of the other chapters. Let me know what you think through asks and replies and if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

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happy new year🍸✨ || park seonghwa (m)

🍸 pairing ⇢ art major! (fem) reader x med-school student! Seonghwa x San (kind of)

🍸 summary ⇢ after a hell of a night of drinking god knows what, you wake up in the arms of your sworn enemy. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Also gone. That is, until he wakes up before you get the chance to leave.

🍸 genre/ au⇢ enemies to lovers, one night stand au, smut, slight angst, some fluff

🍸 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors dni, one night stand, heavy drinking, party, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, cream pie, seonghwa is super smart, seonghwa wears glasses, licking, biting, bruising, slight dirty talk, name calling, I am not a science professional please forgive me if things are not correct, language, a touch of after care, y/n is a freak but we love her, once again if I forgot something feel free to let me know so I can add it.

🍸 word count ⇢ 9.2k

🍸 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @meowmeowminnie @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme

New year's. A new beginning. A flush of new opportunities to change habits and fall in love. 

Some people will do anything to find the love of their life. You, well, the new year wasn't for praying for love or longing for that New Year's Eve kiss. You had no expectations for falling into the scheme of chemicals disguised as love.

So, on the very night, as others held hands, kissed, and enjoyed another year together, you partied the night away like it had no meaning.

This new year, however, your typical party-hard behavior ended with you in someone else's bed, glitter in your eyes, and your legs tangled with your enemy.

What the fuck happened?

—

11:25 am

New Year’s Day.

Your head was spinning. 

Flashbacks of the night before flooded your vision even before you opened your eyes. Your toes were peeking out of the fluffy duvet that one hundred percent didn't belong to you, your hands grasping onto someone else's.

You were afraid to open your eyes, to be honest.

Flashes of glitter, champagne, kisses, touches, dancing. It was all too much, and the minute you felt someone’s warm breath run down your neck, you became aware of the strong arm that held you to his body.

And that's when it hit you. 

Last night, after way too much alcohol and mixtures of shots and god knows what else, you shared your midnight kiss with someone you dreaded.

Well, at least used to dread.

You opened your eyes quickly, staying as still as ever to not wake him. You didn't trust your drunk mind—you wanted to make sure it was….him.

You looked down at the hand that was wrapped around you. His fingers cupped your breast, holding you to him like you were made for him. Your heart began to beat faster as you noticed how he was holding you, and you slowly moved your head to face your enemy.

Park Fucking Seonghwa.

There he was, in all his glory. His black hair still looked flawless,his lips parted as he breathed. They were swollen, painted red from your lipstick. You held your breath and swallowed hard, unable to look away from him from the shock.

Or maybe, just maybe, you thought he was absolutely gorgeous and couldn't believe he just fucked you after staying he hated you the day before.

You blinked, and finally tore your gaze from him.

It wasn't unusual for you to wake up in a foreign bed tangled in a mess of limbs. It was a part of your party lifestyle, and never wanting to settle. The man that you slept with, though, was someone you never imagined would have a one night stand.

He was too good to be true, which is why you couldn't believe it. He was fine-cut, clean, and someone who was a lover of all things traditional. He wears suits freshly pressed from the dry cleaners, round rimmed glasses, and a permanent smirk as if he was better than everyone else.

To be honest, he was. Which is why you hated him.

He was too perfect. And now, here you were, with said perfect man, your naked bodies pressed against each other. 

You let out a groan, unsure about how to get out of this situation. Ever so slowly, you wrapped your fingers around the hand that gripped your breast, prying his godly fingers off your skin. You breathed slowly as you set his hand down, and then you slipped out of the covers.

Your bare feet landed on the cold hardwood, and you let out a sigh of relief. You looked over at him before finding your dress that you vividly remember him ripping off of you, and of course, it was torn right down the middle. 

“Fuck.” you whispered, although it wasn't quiet enough.

He gasped awake, pushing himself back against the headboard. His eyes were frantic, searching all over the room until his eyes met yours. And then they trailed down, and down, and down, as he soaked up your nakedness. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest. “y/n? Where are your clothes?”

You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway.

“I, uh,” you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. “You tore it off my body…”

He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. And that's when another flashback hit you.

 “What the hell happened last night?”

—

New Years Eve,

9:05 pm.

“Make sure you bring some painkillers, y/n,” your best friend San said as you stuffed the necessities into your purse. “I know how you get.”

You chuckled and tossed a whole bottle into your purse. “I got you, Sannie.”

You and san were besties. Not just you two, but you had a whole friend group. Wooyoung, hongjoong, San, A mixture of personalities, but you liked to consider your group a bunch of party-hards. All except one of them. 

Seonghwa, who was hongjoong’s roommate, joined the friend group last new years. He was the stick up the ass friend that wouldn't like to come to parties, and his priorities lied with passing his boards. A smarty pants, of course, and you couldn't blame him for his efforts to do well. You just didn't care the same way he did.

Which is why he didn't like you.

He also studied the brain while you studied art, which he thought was tedious. He knew everything about your brain while you couldn't even pick apart his expressions, which pissed you off all the time.

“Oh, one more thing,” San poked his head into your room, a sinister smile on his face. A face you've kissed one too many times. “Seonghwa is coming.”

You went still as he stood in your doorway, your lips only half covered with bright red lipstick. “What?”

San shrugged. “Don't know why. Said he was sick of studying for once. I couldn't believe it either,” he looked you up and down then, and gave you a wink. “Anyway. You look hot. I wanna kiss away that lipstick, baby.”

You smirked, loving that you and San could do anything to each other and it meant nothing. He was the male version of you, that's for sure.

“Come here then.” you chuckled, and not surprisingly, he entered the room like he owned it, pulling you to him sexily. Everyone thought you were dating, but the truth was that you just like to kiss each other. And fuck, but theres absolutely no strings attached.

Reason number a million for why seonghwa hated you.

His lips met yours sloppily, tugging you closer as his lips parted yours. He pulled back, licking the lipstick off his lips. 

“So, who’s gonna be the lucky man tonight?” he huskily groaned, leaning back onto your vanity.

You carried on like nothing happened, and fixed up your lipstick. “Not sure. Whoever is down for some fun I guess.”

He nodded. “Of course, of course. Anyway, as much as I like to chit-chat and makeout with you, it's time to head out. I want to get there before the good alc is gone.”

You smirked, finishing your lipstick only for it to be ruined later on. 

“Alright, lets go get fucked up.”

—

10:20 pm

You entered the party an hour later, already buzzed on your pre-game chug. San gripped onto you as you entered the house, having no idea who’s it was.

“The party is here, motherfuckers.” San hollered, and everyone who was in the room turned to see you.

You were sober enough to look around, looking for the man you couldn't believe was showing up. You didn't see him anywhere, and you felt a bit let down at the thought of him not showing up.

San’s fingertips were pressed into your side as your friends came up to see you. “Ah, there you guys are. We figured you were fucking as per usual.” Wooyoung cockily spoke, a smile on those pretty drunk lips of his.

Hongjoong snorted, holding a can of beer tightly in his hands. “You're so right.”

You shook your head this time, looking at San, who was staring at you hungrily. “Nah, just a quick makeout sesh. Didn't want to zip this dress back up.”

“Nah, I could've just lifted it up.” San smirked.

You were too busy staring at San to notice the man of the hour coming up behind your friends.

Seonghwa looked pained, his pretty eyes hidden behind his glasses. He held a beer in his hand, looking out of place from his stuffy persona. His long legs were covered with tight black dress pants, and his chest was covered in a matching suit coat and a turtleneck.

You couldn't lie, it pissed you off that he was hot.

“Hwa, there you are,” San giggled, already drunk off an unknown amount of vodka shots. “You're looking fine as hell tonight.”

You moved your gaze to the tall man, his expensive aura rubbing off on you. His eyes were sending daggers at San’s grip on your waist, and then he brought his gaze up to yours. “Thanks.” is all he said, his smooth voice enveloping your senses.

You looked him up and down with an arch of the brow. “Seonghwa.”

He did the same to you, although his piercing eyes were judging your every move. “Y/n.”

You scoffed at the disdain of his tone, knowing that this party was going to be the death of you if you stayed this sober. You looked up to San, who was already looking at you. “San, could you get me a drink?”

He went off like he was your servant, leaving you alone with your friends. That is, until hongjoong gave wooyoung a knowing look. “We're going to get drinks too. Bye-bye.” hongjoong chuckled, knowing he was leaving you with the enemy.

You rolled your eyes, unable to meet your gaze to Seonghwa’s fierce one. It was quiet between you two, desperately needing him to either leave or speak. 

To your surprise, he did the latter.

“I see you're enjoying winter break, clearly,” he hummed, bringing the beer can up to his lips. You couldn't help but watch as they got wet, and how he licked them clean while looking at you. “Maybe too much.”

Stupid stupid stupid. He shouldn't be hot. It's not fair.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “What do you mean by that?” you inquired, to which he scoffed before responding.

He shrugged. “Well, you're having fun with San and going to parties left and right. Do you ever rest?” he took a step closer to you, but you didn't back down. Even though his voice was so smooth, buttering you up even when he insulted you, you loved to play his game right back.

“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be dissecting a brain or something?” you growled, looking around for San—who wasn't back with your drink yet. “Listen, we all can't be neurosurgeons, baby. Leave the partying and sex and drugs to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, and took another step towards you. “So you are fucking him.”

You furrowed your brows at his harsh and unusual word choices. 

Two can play it this way, seonghwa.

“Who? I can name a few people in this room alone,” you reached out, using your flirtatious ways to make him uncomfortable as you always do. You ran a hand down his arm, his gaze hardening on you. “Are you interested? You know I like it rough. I’m sure San tells you all about it—”

“Slut.” he hissed, his eyes black as night as your hand wrapped around his forearm. It's not a word you should take lightly, but hearing him call you that actually did the opposite you expected. You felt warm, your stomach tingling lower and lower and lower.

Your eyes lit up as they met his. “Oh? We’re name calling now, huh?” you pulled him to you, and he stumbled into you. You reached up and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “Sucks for you, four eyes, I like being degraded.”

He didn't make a face. He just stared down at you, his lips flat without emotion. His eyes, however, danced with lust from the look you were giving him. After a moment of tearing each other apart, you pushed him away, leaving him standing alone as you went to go find San. Before you left his sight, you turned around and gave him a flirty wave, catching him scoffing one last time before leaving the room.

—

11:30 pm

It was a blur. You were already on your seventh, maybe tenth drink, feeling your body warm from the toxin you call alcohol. You had a habit of dancing when you were drunk, and that left you in the middle of the room, grinding on San and some other random dudes.

In your hand was a red cup of something that tastes like peach whiskey, and it nearly spilled as San’s hands were all over you. The edge of his fingertips danced at the curve of your hip, your arms reaching the sky as his lips were on your neck. Little did you know that more than one set of eyes were on you.

Seonghwa sat on the leather couch, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed. He was drunk off a whole bottle of orange vodka, which scared him a bit. He was unsure of what he would do—or say—to you. You had no idea why he hated you, but oh, some choice words might spill out of his mouth tonight as he watched San touch you like that.

He narrowed his eyes when San’s lips met yours, staring at you with so much anger he might have exploded. He kept watching, unable to break his stare from you. His eyes trailed down to the way San’s hand slid down your hips, and watched as he kissed you and smiled with cockiness.

Seonghwa didn't like how he looked at you.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Hwa stood up and made his way over to you. Within that little time, San was already dancing with another girl, leaving you dancing all alone in the midst of sweaty bodies and men that would take advantage of you.

The minute you spotted him in front of you, you stopped dancing and plastered a goofy smile on your face. “Hello there, smarty pants. Out of your element?” you asked him and began to dance again. He looked at you deeply, noticing the smudge of your lipstick.

“You seem to let anyone touch you.” He said, pushing his glasses up on his face.

You shrugged as you danced, but you were sick of him killing the mood. You reached out to him and pulled him close, and to your surprise, he didn't move away as you danced against him.

“Yeah, even you.” you smirked, grinding your ass against his dick. You were certain he was drunk enough to ignore it. “Touch me.”

He hesitated, but the alcohol took over as his hands moved on their own. He was too drunk to hide his true feelings, but at least you both wouldn't remember this in the morning. His hands slid down to your hips, and never have you ever craved someone’s touch this much.

You reached back to run a hand down his face, feeling the cold rim of his glasses. You felt how sharp his jawline was as his hands touched you like he never did before.

“I’m touching you because you want me to, not because I want to.” he huffed, but his fingers said otherwise as they curled around your dress. His head rested against yours, but then you turned around in his hold, your face inches away from his.

You tilted your face up as you saw the longing look he was giving you. God, you hated him.

“Are you sure about that?” your lips were inches away from his, his hands still gripping at your waist. You held onto his shirt, fisting it tight. You smelled his breath, his shampoo, his everything. Your vision was hazy, but you knew damn well he was the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on. “Your hands seem to like my waist.”

“I don't like anything about you,” he whispered in your ear, lips pressing against your skin. “Not even your sexy little ass. God, I hate your lips, too.”

You shivered under his touch, his hand now squeezing your ass as he breathed into your ear. 

“Oh? What’s wrong with my lips?” 

He let out a sigh, his breathing getting shallower by the minute. 

His dark eyes met yours.

“Because they don't belong to me.”

You stopped dead at his words, feeling like the whole world stopped. He stopped too, but his hands still found their home on your ass and waist.

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. No man has ever made you feel the way he made you feel. You couldn't stand it.

Ignoring his half-confession, you laughed it off. “Your breath smells like oranges.”

He smiled down at you, hair in his eyes. “That's because of the orange vodka. You smell like peaches.”

You licked your lips, really wanting to taste the oranges on his lips; in his mouth. Something was wrong with you.

“I really don't like you.” you said, looking at his lips.

“I hate you even more.”

“Well I hate you a million times more.”

He scoffed, his hands meeting your waist once again. “I hate your dress.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why? Is it too slutty for you? Is that all you see in me?”

He shook his head. “No,” he hummed. “I just think you're too pretty to be someone’s play-thing.”

You blinked. Was that a compliment?

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don't do it as often as you think.” you said to him, that seductive smile on your face he knew all too well.

“Well you sleep with San.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but we only fuck because we don't know how to love. We've only done it once.”

He frowned. “What? Really? Only once?”

You nodded, your hand running through his soft hair without knowing. This was the most you've ever spoken civilly. “Yeah. We make out and like other stuff, but I don't like him like that. He doesn't like me like that either. We just do it for fun. Anything to feel something.”

He scoffed, looking as pretty as ever. “God, you're insane.”

“Maybe.”

He smiled. Really smiled. You thought he was so gorgeous, your drunk self didn't know what to do with him.

San came up to you two, a smirk on his lips as he watched you. “Dancing with the enemy, huh?” he chuckled, a girl on one arm and wooyoung on the other. “Have fun, looks like Seonghwa isn't a buzzkill after all.”

San left then, which kind of proved your relationship to Hwa. Sure, you liked to party. You liked having sex. You liked to feel things. It was just your way of having fun. Feeling alive. Even though Seonghwa hated that you were like that, you now just figured out that he thought you deserved better than being someone’s object.

“It's almost midnight.” you whispered, leaning your head against his chest. You felt his heartbeat race under that expensive turtleneck of his.

“Mhm.” he hummed into your hair. 

“Who are you going to kiss?” you ran your hands down his back sensually. “Did you even ever kiss someone?”

He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrate. “Do you think I’m a virgin, y/n?”

You giggled, his hands feeling you up. “Maybe. Either that or you're like extremely experienced and you know everything.”

He chuckled at that, but didn't deny it.

“So which is it?” you looked up at him as people began to chant the countdown in the background. “Virgin or sexpertise?” 

Ten. 

“Do you want to find out?” he asked, his hands living on your hips. “Or do you hate me too much?”

Nine.

“I do hate you quite a bit.” you looked up at his lips.

Eight.

He tilted his head, licking his lips.

Seven.

“Well I don't want you kissing someone else.”

Six.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “So does that mean you don't hate me?”

Five. 

He tugged you closer to him, your breasts pressing against his chest. “Oh, I do hate you. I hate everything about you.”

Four.

“Oh, I know you do.” you licked your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. “You never let me hear otherwise.”

Three. 

“Do you…want to hear otherwise?”

Two. 

His hand met your jaw, tilting it up to face him. You swallowed hard.

You nodded. 

“I never wanted someone so bad the way I want you.” he breathed.

One.

“Kiss me.” you groaned, and this time, he touched you because he wanted to.

“I won't be able to stop.” he hummed against your lips, enveloping you with the sweet taste of oranges and vodka despite the warning.

Happy new year!

He pushed open your lips, tongue in your mouth and hands in your hair. You fisted his hair with one hand, his glasses crashing against your face. He pulled back for a moment only long enough to tear them off his face, only to further the kiss. His hands gripped your face, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth.

He breathed hard as you kissed and kissed and kissed. Your hands were still in his hair, tugging him down to you as he leaned down. You've never kissed someone the way you kissed him at this moment, sharing breaths and sweet-tasting saliva.

Seonghwa scrunched his eyebrows tight as he kissed you, so powerfully, that you didn't know where to put your hands on him anymore. 

You forgot that you were in the middle of a room full of people, but one kiss wasn't enough for both of you. You loved the softness of his lips. The taste of them. The smell of his hair. You loved the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you. You loved everything about him at this moment.

He pulled away, slowly, tenderly, as if he didn't almost break your face from that powerful kiss. It was as if the world was ending—he couldn't let go of you.

And to make matters worse, the pad of his thumb met the corner of your lips, wiping them gently.

“Happy new year, y/n.”

You stared at him, trying to decipher your true feelings. Did you only hate him because he never showed you the time of day? Was it because he was perfect, like a literal god?

—

12:45 am.

The New Year

Somehow, someway, you and seonghwa got separated in all the craziness of the midnight frenzy. You were now in the kitchen, guzzling down your second shot of champagne. You were way too drunk to search for seonghwa, but the minute you saw a flash of black and silver rimmed glasses, you pushed yourself off the counter and followed him.

The cold January breeze hit you, but your body was too warmed up from your intoxication. You stepped down the stairs of the deck, pushing through the swarm of people to see a group lighting off sparklers. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, as everyone here had to be at least tipsy, but you saw him then, smiling, and holding onto a sparkler.

The brightness of the sparks reflected in his eyes, leaving specks of gold and white dance around his lenses. He didn't see you yet, so you stepped closer and closer. He had to see you now, but he didn't look over.

“You know that our reactions to the world around us originate from our brains?” he smiled, waving the sparkler around to make the fire move. “Our movements. Like me moving this right now. Because my brain told my muscles to do it, I moved. Isn't it amazing?”

You stared at him as he turned to you.

“Same way with you,” he sniffed, possibly because of the cold. He looked down at the sparkler in his hands. “My brain reacts to you. More than absolutely anything.”

You reached out and held the sparkler with him, knowing there was no way you were going to remember this in the morning. “So, what makes my body react to you, then?”

He let out a sigh, putting his thinking face on even while he was obliterated. “That depends on what way you react. There are many different chemicals.”

You tilted your head. “Chemicals?”

He nodded, looking down at how your hands were touching each other. His free hand gripped your chin, tilting it up to meet his lustful gaze.

“If you're thinking about kissing me,” he paused, the reflection of the star of the sparkler in his lenses. “Or touching me. Or fucking me, your levels of dopamine and norepinephrine are high.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as his fingertips brushed against your lips. 

“High?” 

“Mhm. Your brain is currently sending signals through your neurotransmitters. If you're attracted to me right now,” the sparks of the sparkler died out right then. “Your body will react because of the chemical reactions.”

“So,” you breathed, looking up at him innocently. “How is your body reacting to me? What’s your brain telling you?”

Seonghwa paused, taking a quick look at your lips before biting them slightly. He tossed the dead sparkler away. “Well my brain isn't fully functional right now, so I’m not sure how reliable my words are.”

You scoffed, slapping him on the arm. “I thought we were having a moment.”

“We are.”

You laughed. “Seonghwa, I feel like you have no common sense.”

He blinked. “Well, not right now. Like I said when you drink your brain doesn't work as well—”

You groaned, interrupting him with a hand to his mouth. This made his eyes go wide, and you felt his hot breath hit your palm.

“I literally hate you so much,” you kept your hand to his mouth to keep him from speaking. “I’d rather have you call me a slut like earlier. Although you look cute talking all nerdy.”

He blinked at you, confused at what you really felt about him. He was so far gone that he was starting to spill brain facts—a usual scenario that happens when he gets drunk. It's not what he wants to get across now, even though he was confused about his own thoughts.

He reached up to grab your hand, and wiped his face after. Now his lips were free—you kept thinking back to your kiss you shared earlier.

“I won't be able to stop.” you said.

He tilted his head in confusion. “What?”

You sighed, grabbing his cheeks in your hands, making him let out a little noise of surprise. You could tell he barely had any idea where he was. His eyes were dilated, dark, and somehow so lovely you couldn't imagine looking into anyone else's.

“You said you wouldn't be able to stop. When you were kissing me.” you hummed, feeling the warmth of his body that was inches away from yours. “But you did.”

He stared at you deeply, and you were able to see your reflection in his round eyes. “Yes.”

You rubbed your thumb against his cheekbone. “And you said before that if you wanted to kiss someone, that was because of a chemical reaction?”

He nodded slowly, looking at your lips in a haze. “Also yes.”

“Are you….having any reaction…to me?” you slid your hand back, running it up his neck, watching him shut his eyes tight in response. “To my touch? Do you want to kiss my lips again? Or fuck me?”

“God, y/n.” he hissed quietly, his eyes opening slowly to meet your intense gaze. His hands were back on your hips, seeming like a happy place for him. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

You smirked, leaning in to kiss the sharpness of his jaw, hearing him breathe in sharply. “We can go back to being hateful in the morning. I want you inside me more than I want to be hated, tonight,” you kissed the lobe of his ear, nibbling on it slightly as his hands tightened at your waist. “So your answer? Is there a chemical reaction going off in your body right now?”

He laughed deeply, sending chills down your spine. His arms wrapped around your body, his palm at the small of your back, pulling you into him. “If there wasn't, then I would have something wrong with me.”

You sensually giggled, gripping the back of his neck so he would look you in the eyes. “Then I’m all yours for the night.”

“I can…I can do anything to you?” he murmured into your ear, both of you unaware of the people around you. 

His forehead pressed against yours.

“Anything.” 

—

1:20 am.

The New Year

He slammed you against the door of god knows who’s bedroom, his lips on yours the minute he caught his breath. His hand searched for the door knob, and after aggressively running his hand up and down the door, he found it, and you both tumbled into the bedroom.

He moaned as you bit his lip with full force, feeling euphoric from the sounds he made. He pushed you back into the door, slamming it shut with your body. Lifting you up quickly, he held you to the door, feeling his hard-on through his pants.

“You said you liked it rough,” he whispered onto your lips like it was a confession, kissing them in between words. “I’ll make it so rough you won't think about San ever again.”

You cried out as he stuck his tongue into your mouth, now knowing that this booksmart boy was most certainly not a virgin. “I knew it.” you breathed, smirking while his teeth bit into your neck. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it so hard that he set you down. You watched his face contort in pain and pleasure as you backed him up to the edge of the bed.

“What?” he groaned, looking up at you from his seated position. His eyes pleaded for your touch, and you did, gripping onto his shoulder as you stepped between his legs.

“I knew you weren't a virgin, you asshole.” you gave him a sinister smile, and with the deadliest look, you ripped the hair tie off your wrist to tie your hair up.

You watched him swallow hard, his black hair covering his eyes and sticking to him from his sweat. His legs were spread wide, his dick begging to tear through his expensive pants. He breathed heavily as he watched you kneel, causing him to moan without you having to touch him.

“I…” he huffed as your hands met the waistband of his pants. “Ugh.” he couldn't finish what he had to say when you unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper to reveal black underwear. You tugged at his pants, pulling them down along with the underwear. There he was, ready for you. You were going to make him feel so good that he would never forget this, despite your shared “hatred.”

He tossed his head back the minute he felt your breath against his tip, veins popping through the skin of his forehead as he bit his lip. You licked his cock, dragging your tongue down from the tip to the base. You looked up at him while you did it, meeting his breathless expression.

“I…I…Fuck.” he cried out, his hand fisting your ponytail with force. 

You moaned as you sucked his dick, your throat contracting from his size. You gagged slightly as he shoved you deeper, your hands behind your back like the master you were. You used your tongue as you moved up and down, going faster as you heard him moan louder and louder.

“I’m gonna fucking come if you don't stop,” he hissed after god knows how long you spent sucking him off, and he pulled you up off your knees. 

You nearly blushed at his lost expression, his lips bright red from your lipstick and his cheeks flushed. His eyes were slanted with lust, dazed and lost within your touch. He was leaning back on his arms, which were still covered by the turtleneck you couldn't wait to take off of him.

You licked your lips as you looked down on him, and your fingertips met the hem of his shirt. You tugged it slowly, watching his eyes widen slightly as you pulled it over his head. The smooth ripple of muscle danced down his stomach like he was some sort of art piece.

You then stood back to admire for a moment, which was too long for seonghwa to wait. He stood up from the bed, his arms coming around to hold the back of your head. He was completely naked now, all that was left was the slutty glasses that dawned his face. You didn't want to take them off just yet.

He looked at you for a second before pressing his red lips to yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you to him. His other hand twirled around the end of your little dress, unable to take a second to pull the zipper down. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue collided into yours, your hands finding their home in his hair. The coldness of his glasses burned into your skin, sending more shivers down your spine as he kissed you like no one ever has.

“I’ll tear this thing apart,” he growled into your mouth, impatient as ever. Before you could tell him there was a zipper, he ripped the fabric right off your body, tossing it across the room like it was nothing. You didn't even care if it was your favorite dress. The only thing that mattered right now was having him inside you.

You shivered as his hands slid down the waistband of your lace underwear.

“I bet you didn't think I would be the one taking these off of you,” he licked your lips, his cold fingertips meeting your other lips. He pushed his middle finger between them, his eyes dancing with desire as he watched your eyes shut tight. “Lace? So slutty.”

“Your glasses are sluttier.” You held in a whimper.

He smirked, and took his hand away slowly. Before you could complain, he sucked on the fingers that were just near your entrance, and then slid his hand up your matching bra, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin of your nipple. Without warning, he pulled it over your head, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck while his hands caressed your breasts. You kissed his collarbone as his arms snaked around your waist, pushing you backwards until you both fell onto the bed.

He caged you from above, his dick pressing up against your center. You felt the dribble of precum hit your skin, unable to shake the feeling that he was probably the best you ever had—even without entering you. His one arm reached down to pull your underwear off, so quickly you barely knew he did it.

You arched your back into him, begging him with your eyes for him to enter you, but he just looked down at you with a smirk. He ran a hand down your face, almost lovingly, but you knew better.

The minute his dick lined up to enter, and with a sharp inhale, he pushed himself deep inside you, causing you to let out a cry.

You rocked your hips against his as he held himself over you, his eyes locked on yours drunkenly. You couldn't remember when–or if—he ever looked straight into your eyes before tonight. It was fitting that he would only look at you when he fucked you.

His hips clashed into yours, his arms looping around your legs to shove himself further, if possible. You moaned so loud you swore everyone could hear you, but what made you even more turned on was that he was just as loud.

“Say my name.” he said, his glasses still on, making you even more feral. “I want to hear you scream it.”

You looked into his galaxy-like eyes, watching them sparkle with emotion.

You'll never recover from this.

“Seonghwa.” you whined, completely vulnerable under his body.

“Oh my god,” he purred, his eyes darkening. “Say it again.”

You moaned, causing him to move faster. “Hwa…”

You gripped his ass as he moved powerfully, his fingernails piercing your skin while his lips made love to your neck. You could hardly breathe between his god-like movements and the way his touch felt like fire, but when his lips met yours once again, you slid your hands up to hold the hair out of his face.

You smirked.

“Let me ride you.” you said, your voice hoarse from all your moans. He didn't stop moving as you asked, but you saw that gorgeous smirk immediately.

You traded positions, feeling empty as he pulled out of you. The minute you saw him under you, his hair sticking to his face and his eyes full of wonder, you let out a sigh, feeling his pulse from under you. You caressed his stomach with your fingertips, watching those bright eyes shut tight. Bringing your fingers down, you slid them down the V of his muscle, smiling to yourself as he bucked his hips forward. 

You leaned down, your lips meeting his stomach and you moved them further and further up, kissing his chest, his collarbone, his neck. You got to his chin, then his nose, until you softly gripped his glasses. Once they were off, you set them down onto the nightstand, letting out a chuckle as you looked at him.

He blinked up at you, never seeing him with such emotion.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, feeling his hot breath coat them while his hands caressed your back. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, sliding your finger down his neck to grip his throat. “You make me so mad.” you breathed, a devilish, almost insane look on your face. 

You tightened your grip.

He looked at you, sexy as ever. “Why?”

“Because,” you lined yourself up, hearing him grunt as you pushed yourself onto him. 

“When you call me beautiful, I actually believe you.”

You didn't give him a chance to answer you as you bounced up and down, smirking as you watched him squirm under your hold. You released your grip on his neck, pushing yourself up to ride him better. His hands were on your hips, his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, leaning up from his sprawled position to wrap his arms around your body, holding him to you as you bounced up and down. Up and down, his lips on your lips. His hands in your hair. His tongue in your mouth. You never wanted this to end.

Who knows how long you've been going. He threw you around, pushing you up against the headboard and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He moaned in your ear, biting the lobe and then kissing it. “I still hate you,” he hissed, his sweat rubbing off onto you as he pressed his head into yours. “I hate how good your pussy feels.”

You tried catching your breath, holding onto him as he crashed. You already came twice, and you felt the third high coming after those words.

“You…” he huffed as you sucked on his thumb, unable to control himself. “You're such a whore.”

You smiled, your legs losing their feeling by how hard he was pumping into you. “Mhm.”

He groaned, tossing his head back. “It's so hot. You're so hot.” his breaths began to quicken, along with his movements. You most definitely will have bruises on your thighs from his grip and marks from the headboard on your back in the morning. “My little slut.”

“Ah,” you cried out, feeling yourself tighten around his pulsing cock. He pushed you up against the headboard even harder, and you felt the sharpness of his fingernails as he bucked his hips a few more times.

He came into you, without warning, and you felt the warmness fill you up completely. His breath was just as hot, hitting your sweaty face rhythmically. You let out a comfortable sigh as he moved your legs off his shoulders.

As you laid out, your back against the wooden headboard and him between your legs, he looked at you, gently, romantically, as if he didn't just fuck you for hours. He reached out, brushing your soaked hair behind your ear with a slight boyish smile.

He looked down at you in awe, unsure of what to do now. He was now a completely different person than he was a few minutes ago. His hands felt the inside of your thighs, his eyes wide. “Do you…do I..” he scratched his head. “Should I…help you? Like, wash up?” he met eyes with you, still drunk, but not nearly as much as he was a few hours ago.

You paused. You never had someone offer you that. Or any after care, in general. It's always been a hello, goodbye. 

He looked like he wanted to take care of you.

You blinked, trying to hide your appreciation. “You…don't have to,” you said, barely audible. He was the smartest man you knew, there was no way he didn't know what that meant.

He looked at you one more time before getting off the bed. You watched as he searched the room, admiring his physique. He found a box of tissues, and he gave you a look. “It's not the best thing, but—”

“It's okay, seonghwa.” you smiled, your hatred for him completely gone. Poof! Nothing was there other than infatuation and some other feeling you couldn't put your finger on. He came over to you then, and gently wiped the inside of your thighs, cleaning you up slowly. You blinked slowly as the tiredness took over you, but you didn't fall asleep just yet.

He looked you up and down from his standing position, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight that peeked through the windows.

He laid on the bed next to you, pulling up the covers and tossing them over both of you. Without thinking, you cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his neck.

“You should believe it.” he said softly, rubbing circles into your arm.

“Hm?” you mumbled, drifting into sleep.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“That you are beautiful.”

—

11:30 am

New Year’s Day.

Back to the current time, Seonghwa sat up against the headboard, looking as shocked as ever, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest. 

“y/n?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Where are your clothes?”

You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway. You remembered everything as soon as your fingers touched your dress.

“I, uh,” you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. “You tore it off my body…”

He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. The same glasses he had on when he fucked you so hard you saw stars.

 “What the hell happened last night?” He asked, fixing his glasses to rest right on that pretty nose of his.

Your heart slowed. “You… don't remember?” you asked him, looking down at your aching body. He stared at you, lost, dazed, looking even more fuckable than he was when you were drunk.

This is bad.

He sighed, looking over the bruises on your thighs. “No, I do. I do,” he paused, scratching his head. “I’m sorry about the bruises. And…your dress.”

You wanted to escape. This was the first time you wanted to stay in someone's arms. The first time you wanted to sleep with someone more than once. It was unlike you.

You frantically searched for his shirt on the floor. You grabbed it and tossed it on, and thank god it fit like a dress. Your mind wandered to how he touched you, how he kissed you, how he cleaned you up.

You slid on your underwear, forgetting about the bra and quickly looked for your shoes. He watched you from the bed, a frown on his face. 

“You and your stupid chemical talk,” you mumbled, fixing your hair in the mirror. You looked over at him one last time, feeling your chest tingle from the look he was giving you. “I uh…it was nice. Thanks.” was all you came up with before leaving the room, and leaving him all alone with no shirt and your lace bra.

How were you supposed to fix this?

—

January 30th

End of Winter Break

You sat with your head in your textbook, alone in the library at your college campus. It's been thirty days since your unforgettable night with seonghwa, and here you were, still thinking about it every chance you got.

However, he was back to hating you again. He wouldn't even look at you, or speak to you. It felt like nothing happened, and in all reality, it was all your fault.

San came up to you then, a frown on his face as you made no reaction to his presence. Seonghwa was right—you couldn't even think of san the same way. Not after that night with hwa. 

“y/n,” San sat across from you at the library table, his expression solemn. “You haven't been yourself. Since when do you study?”

You blinked down at your textbook, reading about the anatomical drawings of Leonardo Divinci. It reminded you of seonghwa—not because of the way it looks, but knowing that the chemical reactions of the body lie under the exterior.

“Did you know that we have a whole bunch of neurotransmitters?” you furrowed your brow, your finger dancing along the drawing’s body. “They react to touch. Like this.” you said, circling the figure. San didn't speak, and he knew what happened between you and Seonghwa.

“Hey,” he reached out to shut your textbook, shutting your thoughts up. “What's going on?”

You shrugged, wrapping yourself up tightly in your fluffy coat. “I don't know. I don't know why I’m feeling this way or what it means.”

“It's Seonghwa,” he said kindly, picking at the edge of the textbook. “He’s been the same way, too.”

You sighed. “He won't even look at me, but who can blame him? After all he tore off my dress and called me a slut and bruised my thighs so bad I still have—”

“Alright, alright,” San hissed, making a disgusted face. “I don't need the details. But I can tell you what he said about you…”

Your eyes lit up, meeting his own irises with wonder. “What did he say?”

San bit his lip, and squirmed in the chair he was sitting in. “He said…he said he didn't want you to leave. When he was drunk the other day, he wouldn't stop talking about you.”

“San I,” you sighed, picking at your fingers in your lap. “I had to. That's all I know.”

He shook his head. “It doesn't have to be. Not with him, at least.”

You stared at him for a moment, unable to grasp the emotions you were feeling. “I don't want a relationship.”

He nodded. “He knows that.”

You bit your lip. “I don't know how to love someone.”

“He knows that, too.”

“Then what do I do?” you laughed, a usual occurrence when you were confused. “I want to be with him, but I don't know why.”

He smiled at you, his eyes kind rather than their usual flirtiness. “It doesn't hurt to try, y/n.”

Something blew up in your mind—some sort of chemical reaction you weren't used to. You knew of the feeling of attraction, lust, everything in between. But you didn't know what this one was.

You stood up abruptly. “I gotta go.” the chair nearly tumbled back as you zoomed out of the library, forgetting your backpack and your textbook like they were the least of your worries.

You ran through the cold, having no idea where your destination was. You knew who he was, but not where to find him. You checked his apartment, called hongjoong, and checked the science lecture halls. With him nowhere to be found, you thought your heart was going to give out—that is, until one more place came to mind.

You raced to the campus bus stop, pacing until the bus finally arrived. Your leg bounced up and down rapidly until you reached your stop. You moved so fast you were certain people thought you were insane, and when you finally pushed through the doors of the hospital, you trudged up the stairs to the neuro floor, right up to the main desk.

You took a deep breath to slow your breathing. “Is Seonghwa here?” you asked in a hurry, your heart beating so fast you thought you were dying. 

The lady frowned, giving you the weirdest look. “Who? Is he a patient?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “No, no. he’s a med student. He should be doing an internship here or something? He’s in neuroscience. Neurosurgery? One of the two, I don't—”

“y/n?”

You heard his smooth voice from the right, and you slowly turned toward him in relief. “Ah, thank god. I need to see you, I think I’m dying.” you inhaled sharply, watching his neutral expression change to worry. 

He hesitated to get closer to you, his lips opening and closing as his mind wondered about what to say. He decided against words and walked over to you, gripping onto your arm before dragging you away and into the on-call room he came out of.

He let go of you, and you stood in the middle of the room with your hands at your sides. He locked the door behind him, and then turned to you with a scowl. “Why are you here?”

You gasped for air. “Listen, I have to be dying. My heart is beating so fast.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s probably because you ran here.”

You shook your head, and he kept his distance to you. “No, it's not just that,” you took a step closer to him. He didn't move back. “I can't stop thinking about you. And when I think about you, my heart races and I feel like I need to see you. Some kind of chemical reaction is going on and it's not the one you told me about when we were drunk.”

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. You stepped closer to him. “It’s probably just your body being confused. It has nothing to do with me—”

“But it has everything to do with you!” you groaned, sweating through the furry coat you had on. You ran a hand through your hair aggressively. “Because you're the one who I see even when I’m staring at anatomy paintings I can't stand it anymore.”

He let his guard down, setting down his arms at his sides. You took a step closer to him, calming down in his presence. 

He looked at you through those glasses of his. “What are your symptoms?”

You let out a sigh of relief. “I uh, I cant stop thinking about you. About that night. I also cant breathe sometimes, and my heart beats super fast whenever I think about you, or if you're with someone else,” you took a breath as he watched you intently. “I don't know if its because you hate me and I cant shake it, or that I still want to sleep with you, or the fact that I want more than that but I’m no good for you but I want to be—”

“Oxytocin.” he smiled, his eyes sparkling.

You stopped, realizing you were so close to him that your shoes were almost bumping together. “What?”

“Your chemical reaction,” he said, reaching out to brush your hair away from your face. The minute his skin met yours, you felt your heart beat even faster. “It’s especially prominent with…skin to skin contact.” the pads of his fingers caressed your cheek.

You felt calm as he touched you. Like you needed it. Only him.

“What does that mean?” you asked him, a whisper.

He smiled, grabbing your face in his hands. “It means attachment. You're attached to me.”

You met eyes with him, looking at how they searched your face for any answer. 

“...Yes. you're right,” you bit your lip as he looked down at you with amusement. “All I know is that I feel so much better now that you're in front of me.”

He smiled. “Good. because I do too,” he looked at your lips, ready to lean down and kiss them. “But just so you know, I plan on ripping your clothes off again. Right here, right now, so you better tell me it won't be the last time. I don't want to hear you say bye to me ever again.”

You nodded in his grip, your face inching towards his. “Mhm. Yeah. I’ll always say hello to you. No bye’s.”

He pressed his forehead into yours. “None.” 

His lips met yours like it was the first time, and you smiled into the kiss like a schoolgirl. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, kissing him and kissing him like you were made for him.

He made love to you on the couch of the on-call room, making new marks on your thighs and your neck. You never wanted it to end, and this time, it didn't have to.

“I’ll be the only one who gets to rip  your dresses, alright?” he growled in your ear, professing his attraction and attachment to you through actions. 

“Okay, four eyes.”

ateez as your situationship

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8 makes 1 team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , abuse towards hongjoong , crying , harsh insults , slight bonding time , minor panic attack, Slight violence, yelling , mentioning’s of suicide, San and Yeosang arguing, please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

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She had put the bottles away to dry after bringing the boys to the recess room , everyone in individual rooms because she couldn't have them together for now after just meeting once

And the breakfast room was cleaned and everything was replaced

Y/n went out and locked the door before making her way towards Hongjoong's room

The guard looked irritated as he stood in front of the door doing his morning shift

" Did he sleep well ? "

" That kid has been screaming for the past hour  and throwing a tantrum "

She frowned and looked inside the room seeing the boy on his bed playing with the sheets

" What did you do to him ? "

" I set him straight, I don't get paid enough for this  anyways "

She chuckled and went closer to the guard and patted his chest while reading his name tag

" Do you have kids ? "

" Yeah I do "

Y/n went closer to his face and pushed his forehead back forcefully

"  Do you also hit them ? like you hit other peoples children come on tell me "

" N-No ma'am "

The guard started shaking from the fierce stare she gave him

" Don't you think your being a hypocrite? "

" I-I-I I'm sorry forgive me "

He rubbed his hands together in a pleading way as he looked down

" Why should I take you seriously if your not even looking at me "

She scoffed and grabbed his chin to look at her

" Just so you know I don't treat people this way but since you put your hands on a child that didn't hurt you in anyway you should experience the same mistreatment, and let this be the last time I see you or hear you've done something to any of the patients here I'll have you fired without further words being spoken "

The guard nodded and kept his head down as she went inside the room

" Good morning Hongjoong "

She approached the boy and kneeled down in front of him

" Y/n y-you came "

He teared up and hugged her

" I know Joongie , I promise you he won't put his hands on you again "

The boy sobbed on her shoulder and pinched her clothes

" We are gonna have breakfast today with our other friends "

" F-Friends? Hongjoong has no friends "

" I'm also your friend don't worry "

She caressed his head and rubbed his back

" I brought something for you so we can keep the bad away "

She opened his antipsychotic meds and held it out to him

" Really? "

" Yes , we want them to leave you alone right ?"

He nodded and gulped it down with a cup of water

" We are gonna start taking these everyday so we can see if it really helps "

He stared at her and smiled before standing up

" Breakfast time ! "

" Yes but before that we will go and pick up someone else to join us "

She smiled and extended her hand to which he grabbed immediately

" Hongjoong is meeting his friends? "

" Yes , We will meet the other boys for breakfast "

" Ahhh "

She locked his room and saw that another guard stood in front of his door

"I'm the new guard assigned to him they switched the other guard since he asked I don't know why he would but well here we are "

He smiled brightly unlike the other guards and genuinely seemed exited

" You seem strangely exited to work today "

She looked at him carefully as he scratched the back of his head nervously

" It was really hard to get this job , and I've been training for this too "

" Really? your devoting your youth to these children here are you sure "

He chuckled and smiled at Hongjoong that stared at him with a tedious facial expression

" I also had a brother that worked here but he was moved to one of the calmer area's and I was really amazed by this job so I decided to try this and I also love kids "

" Well please treat them well and I wish you luck from now on "

She smiled at him and walked away with Hongjoong who looked back at the young guard that waved at him sweetly

" Looks like our next friend is asleep still "

She looked inside and checked in with Hongjoong trailing behind her

" We need to be quiet ok ? "

" No need I was already awake "

San rose up and Hongjoong screamed loudly scared holding onto Y/n's back

" Hongjoong what happened? "

" I know I probably look scary because of my eye bags but I'm not I promise "

He yawned and stood up walking towards his sink sloppily

" How do you feel San ? and this is Hongjoong one of the boys in your group for breakfast "

" I feel like shit not gonna lie , and nice to see who I'll see everyday at breakfast "

The boy groaned tiredly as he grabbed his brush and started brushing his teeth

" I have something for you , since the meds you had before where not working "

She waved his antidepressants in the air

" W-Why does he have a sad look on his face "

Hongjoong looked at Y/n and played with the hem of his pajamas

" Well buddy I don't actually wanna be here I wish I'd been never born to begin with "

San replied and brushed his black hair with mint green strands back so he looked neat

" Why are you still here ? "

The elder stared at San who just chuckled

" I wish I'd known a answer to that "

" One day you'll get to know why San "

She opened the door and waited for him to follow both her and Hongjoong who kept staring at things

" How many people are we ? "

"Without counting me it's just four of you guys"

San hummed and continued walking as he watched Hongjoong try and pull off his bandage

" Your not supposed to take that off , it's there for a reason so don't take it off "

Hongjoong let go of his wrist after he was stopped  and nodded

" Well looks like he is already awake and waiting "

She looked inside Yunho's room and saw that  the boy looked like he was about to cry so she rushed inside

" Hey Yunho what's the matter ? "

" Duri send me away and tore up my apology letter we are no more friends "

His lips quivered and he bursted out crying

" That's ok if he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore, you will be friends with San and Hongjoong for sure "

" Honestly that is a terrible thing anyone could have ever done to someone that's supposed to be their friend so don't feel bad that person just didn't deserve you "

" Joongie your friend now "

Hongjoong smiled and hugged Y/n jumping up and down making her chuckle and San smile genuinely for the first time that week

" See you just gained a friend "

" But he wont hurt me right ? "

" He will not hurt you Hongjoong don't worry "

Yunho looked at them and wiped his tears with a tiny smile before screaming breakfast making Hongjoong cover his ears as the other two chuckled

" Yes Yunho we will have breakfast as soon as we pick up our next friend "

She held Hongjoong's hand as they all went out

" Who is the eldest here ? "

" Hongjoong is sixteen and San is fifteen "

" I'm also fifteen "

The boy smiled and held his hand out to San for a high five which was returned immediately

" What did you guys pick for breakfast? "

" I took Chocolate cereal "

" I took Apple jam ! It's so tasty on bread "

Hongjoong wasn't really trying to interact into the conversation he was busy playing with

Y/n's ring on her finger

" Your hair looks cool I like it can I touch?"

Yunho looked at San's hair amazed which made the younger smile and lower his head

" You know I want to sign up for the salon they will dye our hair again "

" Really? What color would you pick? "

" I always wanted to try having Black hair with red strands of hair ! "

" That's what I was actually going for "

Yunho gasped and clapped his hands

"Can we match please ? That would be so cool "

" Sure just sign me beside your name and than we can go together "

They all came to an stop in front on the door before Y/n checked in warning them that the next one tended to be a little mean

" Good Morning Yeosang I see you dyed your hair a new color your blonde now "

Y/n smiled at the boy that had a scowl on his face

" Who are they and why are they in here ? "

He stood up and fixed his shirt rolling his eyes

" This is the group you'll be having breakfast with from now on and lunch plus dinner "

" Hello I'm Yunho ! "

" I'm San and that's Hongjoong "

Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Yunho

" Did you already had a circus for breakfast? Your so loud like shut up "

Yunho scratched the back of his head and apologized

" I'm happy because me and San are going to match hair colors! "

He couldn't help but get loud again

" Ok and ? Just be quiet your making me regret waking up again "

" Let him be happy "

San rubbed his eyes and looked at Yeosang with a unimpressed expression

" I wasn't talking to you , you crackie looking moldy hair boy "

" Yeosang please remember what I told you "

The boy scoffed and walked towards the  door

" That's the most lamest insult I have ever had directed towards me and I've been called worse by better people "

San snorted and looked at Yeosang unbothered

" Your so funny "

The blonde scoffed and turned towards Y/n with a painful smile

" Can we go eat ? I'm trying to control myself from destroying this boys whole live "

" Yeosang we will have breakfast now and please both of you stop with the insults "

Yunho looked at San and patted his back

" Your so mean "

"And  I'm jealous of all the people who haven't met you what a privilege "

" Yeosang I said stop "

She looked at him before unlocking the door and letting everyone inside the breakfast room

" Woah look there is all types of cereal "

Hongjoong gasped and ran towards it

" Well you may all sit beside anyone you want to sit with and than you can start having breakfast "

She went closer to Yeosang and nodded at him as she saw the boy hesitate to sit and get himself something to eat

" San I'll give you these before you eat ok ? "

He filled himself a cup of water and took the antidepressants out of her hands before gulping everything down

"Aww the big mouth is a depressed cry baby "

San eyed him and decided not to respond for Y/n's sake and started to talk to Yunho who was heads over heals for the amount of delicious food there was

" Don't be offended I'm not insulting you I'm just describing you "

" You are clearly bored in life "

" Sounds so rich coming from the one who tried so many times to end his lif- "

Everything went silent and watched Yeosang close his eyes in disbelief as he was soaking wet

" Hongjoong , don't do that "

Y/n widened her eyes and grabbed tissues to started wiping Yeosang's face who pushed her off and grabbed the elder by his collar

" You fucking freak what is your problem! "

He yelled at Hongjoong and shook the boy

"Stop bein-ng mean t-to Hongjoong's friends! "

The elder yelled back and pushed Yeosangs hands off him

" Isn't it enough that you killed people? "

San stood up and pulled Hongjoong away from the scene

" Want to join them ? I'll gladly help "

"I may not be able to control my emotions and whatsoever but you should definitely be able to control your mouth ! "

The elder was pushed by San's angry state

" Stop it this instant "

She raised her voice and held Yeosang back

" This is unnecessary, y'all are supposed to have a calm breakfast and not this "

" B-But Y/n he was attacking San ! "

Yunho yelled and backed San up who shed angry tears

" I know which are completely out of line , but Yeosang has problems controlling himself and what he says , im not trying to cover up for what he does but if you try your best to ignore or reprehend him it will help you both "

" How is it gonna help me that he's fucked up in the head "

San  scoffed and rolled his eyes

" Insulting will never bring us far in anything , it may feel good but it's a temporary thing "

She sighed and took some fresh blue pajamas out of the box and handed it to Yeosang

" Go change and go back "

The boy grabbed the clothes and went inside the rooms bathroom after glaring at San

" San it was not ok of you to push and agitate him more just like what he did and said was unacceptable , and Hongjoong I don't want to see you splash water at anyone again am I clear boys ? "

Hongjoong nodded and hugged her side

" I'm sorry for throwing water at Yeosang "

" And  I'll try to ignore his comments even though they hurt a lot and I really wish I could help him stop being like this "

" Why does he even do this Y/n "

Yunho looked at her curious as he continued to rub San's back

" Well Yeosang had a pretty bad history with bullying and negligence during his childhood which leads us to why he is this way "

"P-Poor Yeosang ,why would someone do this "

" That I will never know why but I just know that he will recover and you guys are also a part of his therapy process "

" I'll try to not let myself down by his words "

" Me too ! "

San wiped his eyes and sighed as Yunho hugged him softly for comfort

" You both are such bright and sweet boys don't let a single thing bother you "

" What about me ?! I'm also sweet and bright "

Yunho exclaimed and furrowed his brows making everyone smile

" Of course you are Yunho how could I forget "

She ushered everyone to finish eating as she cleaned the wet floor

" What is inside that box ? "

" I have some things for you guys to do in some minutes , let me go and check up on Sangie "

She went towards the bathroom and knocked but the door wasn't even locked so she peaked inside seeing the boy standing in front of the mirror  with his eyes closed and his head hung down

" Yeosang everything good in here ?  "

Y/n stepped inside and walked closer to him

“ Is he ok ? ”

“ You mean San ? ”

He nodded and looked up with a scowl

“ Yes he’s doing good now , you that-”

“ I know it hurt him and I don’t know if I feel bad but I’m having this certain pain on my chest area and I don’t know what it is ”

Yeosang finally looked at her and held confusion in his eyes

“ Yeosang your feeling bad for what you did to San and that’s good that your developing some kind of feelings for your actions just like when you laughed that one time when I told you a story and you stopped after saying it didn’t sound funny to you anymore ”

She smiled and crossed her arms together

“ I-I don’t feel bad for him ”

He scoffed but wasn’t sure himself

“ If you finish sorting out your thoughts come out and finish eating ”

She ruffled his hair and this time he didn’t protest

Be The Light (Part 4)

pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ’s lore

wc: 4.7k+

warnings: language. some violence. this is set in strictland. ANGST. Some fluff (finally lol)! Let me know if I missed anything.

summary: You lost them, then found them again. And now that freedom is so near, you fear losing them once again.

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You tear through the streets with Seonghwa following closely. At this point, you aren't sure if your heart is beating furiously because of the panic that courses through you or because you've been running at full speed for a while now. Around you, the world is dark, but the horizon is sprinkled with purple, heralding the faint glimmers of dawn. But the world around you is still bathed in the silver moonlight, shadows and shapes elongated due to how low the moon hangs. From here, it seems like if you were to climb one of the tall skyscrapers that fly past, you would be able to reach the spherical satellite and hold it in your hands. With dawn fast approaching, the full moon will now set, and the sun will rise…

The full moon?

You halt in your tracks, the movement so sudden that Seonghwa dashes past you and doesn't realize you've stopped until he's a good few feet away. Noticing that he can’t hear your footsteps, he turns around to find you gaping at the moon, which peaks from behind the tall buildings as if playing hide and seek.

“Shadow?” His voice carries an urgent undertone as if reminding you of the chaos that waits for you back at the base. You also know you shouldn't stop here, not when an Android Guardian could turn around the corner of a street and find you. What stops you from moving is the feeling of something tugging at the back of your mind, as if it’s trying to tell you that you’re forgetting something. 

“The moon…” you whisper, but it’s so quiet that Seonghwa catches your words and looks at you questioningly. But regardless of how hard you try to remember, you can’t seem to put a finger on what’s amiss, so you shake your head and resume your journey back to the base.

Unfortunately for you, however, you hear the sounds of two Android Guardians approaching. Their footsteps carry through the fog of the early hours, piercing through the stillness of the morning. One glance at your companion tells you he is equally as surprised and rattled by it as you are. There’s no time to hide because, in the very next second, they have turned at the corner and now stand in front of you. You’re not supposed to be out this early, so there’s no doubt that they’ll attack you.

There’s a beat of silence where the four of you wait to gauge each other’s movements. The air shifts, igniting the atmosphere with static as one of the guardians moves. He launches into attack mode, but you’re faster and ram the back of your pistol against his face, stunning him. The other leaps forward then, so you swing around, jamming the knife in his side, where you know the control panel is. It sinks into the panel without much resistance, and the guardian’s slowing movements tell you that you’ve effectively rendered him useless.

You step away from the fallen guardian once you’re sure that he won’t get up again and turn around to watch Seonghwa locked in a battle with the one you had momentarily stunned. He’s pretty good, you note with curiosity, much better than you had anticipated. He’s still stiff when attacking, but his dodges are smooth.

You’re taken out of your quiet observation when he grunts, “You know, a little help would be much appreciated.”

Because of his words, the guardian notes that his fellow guardian has fallen and that he’s alone in this battle. A few clicks and screeches come out of what would have been the mouth if he were human. Seeing that he is raising his gun, you jump into action. As quickly as you can, you hit the arm that holds the gun before pushing Seonghwa and yourself out of harm’s way.

The bullet whizzes past the two of you and tears through the air with a screech. The quickening of your pulse is palpable, and your heartbeat thunders in your ears. Wide-eyed, you watch as Seonghwa tumbles, his fall thankfully cushioned by the bag that’s still strapped on his shoulders. Once he gives you a thumbs up to signal that he’s fine, you turn back to the bot in front of you. As the guardian wasn’t expecting the two of you to dodge, he’s momentarily caught off guard as he reloads his gun. You snatch this chance to slash through the control panel before he can shoot again.

As he falls, something buzzes in the air. You curse, the knot in your brow deepening as you rush to Seonghwa and help him up.

“What’s that sound?” Seonghwa asks, breathing heavily.

“An alarm. We need to leave before other guardians arrive,” you reply, snatching the guardian’s gun and breaking into a run.

To say you’re glad when Seonghwa is quick to follow you would be an understatement. The two of you pick up your pace when you hear the footfalls of approaching Android Guardians and don’t slow down until you reach the back street. The wind whips your hood back, and the bag hits you every time your feet hit the road. But for some reason, this moment makes you feel more alive than you’ve felt in a while.

“Did you really have to snipe the gun from the android guardian?” Seonghwa huffs. “That took away precious moments from our escape.”

You grin at him, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins, “And let go of an opportunity to get one of these babies?” You hold up the gun with a raised eyebrow, “Never in a million years.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he shakes his head incredulously.

When you reach familiar surroundings, you look around carefully, and only when you are sure that the two of you are not being followed, do you turn at a corner to slip into an alleyway. The buildings are closer to each other here, with the alley being quite narrow, and they tower above you. The sky has considerably lightened up by now, but the light from the moon still filters through.

Seonghwa is visibly confused, not having seen or known about the back entrance. But his eyes light up in recognition when you punch the code and open the door. You follow him inside, and for a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of your loud breathing as you catch your breath.

“Shadow? Seonghwa? Is that you?” Hongjoong calls out from the kitchen when he hears your footsteps in the hallway.

“Yeah, it’s us,” you call out as you enter the room, finding Hongjoong standing closest to the doorway while the others crowd behind him. They each have guarded expressions, which you’re not surprised about, considering the nerve-wracking morning they’ve had. You note that a few of them look shaken as you check them for injuries, sighing in relief when you see none except for the cut over San’s eyebrow and a blooming bruise on his jaw.

“You’re hurt…” Seonghwa puts down the bag and moves to fuss over San, who looks slightly embarrassed because of the sudden attention. Since you know he’s in good hands with the eldest is looking after him, you turn to face Hongjoong.

“What happened?” You question, voice measured and calm despite the way your stomach is in knots.

“San was heading to the kitchen when he heard some suspicious noises from the office. When he went to check it out, he saw someone there holding the cromer,” he replies. “He tried to take it back from them, but they disappeared before he could call for us.”

“Disappeared?”

Hongjoong hums, “They might have used a secret entrance or something. This place has three if I’m not wrong.”

“No one knows about them, though,” you reply with a frown, brain running a mile a minute to go through the possible suspects. Any member of The Movement would never steal the cromer, and you’re sure that no one from the government knows about your hideout. “Then how…”

“I’m sorry, Shadow,” San mumbles softly, eyes wide with pain and disappointment. “I should’ve done better…”

“I’m sure you did the best you could, San,” you smile at him, hoping that it is somewhat reassuring. “But right now… Our biggest concern is that someone knows about this hideout and the secret passageways that lead in and out of it.”

You are aware of their eyes as you traverse the length of the kitchen, stopping in front of an unassuming painting and flipping it over. Removing the backing, you take out a small package from it. The cover falls back to reveal a corner of a familiar map. Satisfied, you make your way back to the table, halting for a few moments to grab the first aid box from the cabinet and hand it to Seonghwa, who thanks you softly and begins to work on San’s injuries.

You slide back the cover fully and unfold the paper, smoothing out its corners on the table. In faded ink, the map shows a network of tunnels that run beneath the sewer system in the city.

“A map?” Yeosang is the first one to step closer to scan the paper. “None of these tunnels appear in the city’s blueprint, though.”

“That’s because these predate this city,” you say, tracing the networks you remember Mingi telling you about. He was the infiltrator for a reason, having known Sector 1 before it became what it is today. He knew all secret passageways and tunnels like the back of his hand and had also told you about the same, for when you needed a quick escape route.

“Light,” Mingi’s deep voice pulls you from sleep.

Groaning, you turn onto your back. You try to force your eyes open, but the world spins because you are disoriented from being woken up from your slumber so suddenly. Senses clouded by sleep, you squint in the dark, waiting for your eyes and brain to adjust. When you can finally make out shapes and colors, you realize the tall male is hovering over you, looking at you expectantly.

You hum, unable to form words, for your brain is still fogged up, trying to catch up to reality. At the moment, your mind can’t seem to form phrases, so you settle for raising your eyebrows at him.

“I need to show you something,” Mingi tugs at your hand impatiently, forcing you to sit up in bed.

“Can’t it wait?” You mumble, a little irritated. But you still rub your eyes, hoping for the last remnants of sleep to dissipate.

“Absolutely not,” he grins, eyes crinkling into crescents. “I need you to come with me. Get ready and meet me in the common area. You have five minutes.”

You sigh and get up with slow, inelegant movements. Once you’re presentable, you walk to the common area only to find Mingi leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while his eyes scan the haphazardly drawn map lying on the table. For weeks, San and Yeosang had hunched over the desk, drawing the map based on memories from their time at the academy and their travels to other sectors. Everyone else had added in details as well, wherever and whenever they could. The map isn’t perfect by any means, but it will have to do for the time being.

“You better have an incredible reason for dragging me out of bed before dawn, Mingi,” you say. “Especially considering that I am supposed to go scout for survivors early in the morning.”

“I promise this will be worth your while, and dare I say, better than scouting,” he offers you another smile. He scans your outfit and clicks his tongue. Wordlessly, he grabs a jacket that’s lying on the couch nearby and hands it to you, waiting patiently until you slide it on.

“Okay…?”

You wait for him to offer a more detailed explanation, but you get nothing from him. Gathering that you won’t get another word from him about this sudden outing, you silently allow him to guide you through the streets of Sector 3. You have no idea where the two of you are headed, but you trust Mingi to safely lead you to your destination.

Not long after, you find yourself on the other end of the sector, walking past the manors that line each side of the road. Once upon a time, these belonged to the citizens, but they were abandoned after Z took over. Back then, this area was grand and magical, a haven for the wealthy with sprawling lawns and towering manors. From what you’ve heard, life here was like an endless fairytale filled with afternoon tea, picnics, parties, and charity balls.

Now, the estates have fallen victim to the ravages of time and neglect, a mere shadow of what had once been. Mingi stops in front of a manor that once must have been an architectural wonder in its heyday. The cast iron gate still stands, despite the various missing chunks of the perimeter wall. He pushes open the gate, wincing when it whines in protest.

“Should have jumped over the fence like always,” he whispers under his breath.

The comment isn’t meant for you, but it strikes you as odd, “Have you been here before?”

The question makes him jump as if he had forgotten you were there with him. “I lived here. You know, before…," Mingi tells you, wedging a broken brick between the two gates to keep them from closing shut.

“How did you end up in Sector 9 with Yunho, then?” You had run into him and Yunho while running away from a few Android Guardians. Since it was just you and Hongjoong in the beginning, you were the one who stole weapons from government warehouses. Their demeanor had alerted you to the fact that Mingi and Yunho had also managed to disable their chips, and after they had helped you to escape, you had then taken them to Hongjoong.

“We had heard news of the two of you. So, when we got to know that you were in sector 9, we decided to take a risk and go there,” he shrugs. “And to our luck, we ran into you a few hours after arriving!”

You chuckle as he guides you along the driveway and skirts around the walls of the house as if searching for something. When he finds a cracked window, he stops to slide it open. He climbs inside and then gives you a hand, allowing you to do the same.

Mingi takes in the dust and debris that cover every visible surface of his childhood home. The windows are shattered, and dust and leaves paint the floor. It seems as if the furniture used to be covered by white sheets, but both the sheets and the furniture are now in tatters. It must have been a grand place during its prime, but now it lies in ruins—everything ravaged by time.

“Come on,” Mingi calls out, walking down one of the hallways. His steps are sure as he navigates the length of the manor.

He leads you up the stairs, and the hardwood creaks when the two of you step on certain areas. You spot empty frames lining the walls, which must have had photos or paintings at one point. You watch the corner of Mingi’s lips tug up in a smile, and you can tell he’s imagining how the place looked like when he lived there, teeming with love and life, for he had told you stories about his family, and you’ve gathered that they were amazing people. He stops on the second floor, entering a room that looks like an office. There’s a table at the center, a cabinet with missing drawers to the side, and bookshelves lining the walls, but no books remain.

Mingi climbs over the table and reaches up to pull down one of the panels. He fumbles around for a bit until a package drops down near his feet. It rolls, and you swipe it up before it tumbles down onto the dusty floor. The corners of the suede cover fall back to reveal a corner of a map.

“These are maps of all the sectors,” comes the answer to your unasked question.

You turn to find Mingi watching you with a saddened gaze. “All the sectors?” 

Mingi nods, dusting his hands before joining you on the floor. “My father was the head of the Architectural Council, which is why he kept copies of the old plans. Yeosang is in the process of getting the updated maps, but I think we might need these if we want to ensure that our rebellion succeeds.”

“How will these help?” You blink at him in question.

“These show underground tunnels that run beneath most of our cities,” to demonstrate, he pulls one of the maps out of the cover and holds it out for you to see. “Some of them are no longer safe to use or have been closed, but there are many that can still be accessed. Take this one, for example, it opens quite close to the outskirts of Sector 1.”

“Wow…” you whisper, awed by the explanation. Your gaze falls on Mingi the next moment, and your brows furrow in confusion. Unease courses through your veins at the restlessness and sorrow in his eyes. He's looking at you like he's committing you to memory and mourning you at the same time. “What's wrong?”

Mingi shakes his head, offering you a small, reassuring smile that doesn't settle your nerves one bit. “Nothing, I just… it’s just weird to be here after everything that happened.”

He’s lying. You can tell because he doesn’t meet your eyes and instead begins to roll up the map as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

Looking back, you realize that was the last time you ever went out with Mingi. Maybe you should have called his bluff that day. And then, maybe you would have had time to convince San not to act as the decoy and to form another plan that would not have led to their demise.

You release your hold on the side of the table when you realize you’ve been gripping at it so hard that your knuckles have turned white. Flexing your hand, you focus on breathing, not wanting to alarm the other occupants of the room with the grief that throbs beneath your skin.

“Almost all of these tunnels are defunct,” you say, not daring to look up from the map in front of you for fear that the tears that line your eyes will fall. “But one of them leads straight to the bunker.”

“Bunker?” Jongho echoes, approaching closer with curious steps.

You hum, pointing out a small dot near the mountains that border sector 3, “It's our original hideout in Sector 3.”

“But that area has been destroyed, hasn’t it?” San pipes up, shifting in his seat, which leads Seonghwa to chide him for moving too much. “You said so during our last training session.”

“Yeah, that's why it's quite safe,” you shrug. “No one goes there… This location has been compromised, so we should stay low for a bit.”

Hongjoong meets your eye from the other side of the table, his gaze determined as he nods, “We should start packing, then.”

One by one, the boys file out of the room. When you’re sure they’ve all left, you look up from the map, only to find Hongjoong standing at the doorway. He’s biting his cheek as if pondering over something. He’s studying you, head tilted and brows furrowed. You don’t back down, growing tense as the seconds tick by.

“It’s the full moon today,” he begins slowly. “Do you think whoever took the cromer could have escaped from this dimension?”

“Probably. The chances of them having used the cromer are far higher than them having escaped through a secret passageway. There are spots around the base where moonlight filters in, even if it's only a little bit,” you reply. Your gaze falls to the map again, “I hope they did, any place is better than here.”

“Do you resent us?”

Startled by his sudden question, an awkward scoff is all you can muster. As you watch him shift uncomfortably, you feel slightly bad for him.

“I don’t,” is your consequent admission. “Them? Yes. But not you, never you.”

You watch as the impact of your words cracks his stoic expression. He nods once, “Thank you, Shadow.”

You sigh as you sit on a chair in the kitchen. After all of you had broken up to pack, you’d gone to the office to pack the files and also empty the content of Hongjoong’s drawer. Pangs of nostalgia and grief hit you as you went through each of the trinkets, and you promised yourself that you would watch Yunho’s video once you reached the bunker. You had also managed to transfer and wipe the computers’ memory, so in case whoever had found your hideout returned, they wouldn’t be able to access anything.

The sky is pitch black as the nine of you venture outside, and lampposts have begun to light up in the streets. Not too long after, you reach the defunct fountain and reach up to turn a globe. The base shifts, revealing stone steps. You gesture for your companions to descend and follow after them, pulling a lever so that the fountain shifts back into place. The tunnel is lit up by the light from your torches.

“Where do we go?” Yunho asks when he sees the wall in front of him. “There’s nothing here.”

You step closer to the wall and tap around the bricks, sighing in relief when the wall gives way to a door. You had been worried that since no one had used this passage for ages, the old machinery wouldn’t work. You reach for the key you have stored in your bag and open the door.

“This is neat,” Jongho mutters when he steps into the tunnel after the rest and watches you lock the door.

“Right?” You smile at him and pull your cloak tighter around you, the tunnels are chilly.

Following the map, the nine of you turn left, venturing out of the city. A few minutes later, the tunnel slopes upward, and a metal grate covers the exit. You peek out to find that the alley is dark and empty, so with Mingi’s help, you open the exit. You scoot through it, rolling it back into place, and walk quickly, careful not to draw attention to yourselves. You’re at the outskirts of the sector, it’s a network of abandoned alleys and bars.

You do not slow down until you head for the desert that covers the eastern part of Sector 1, the roads roll into dunes seamlessly. You only let your guard fall when the dunes curve up and around you, shielding you from being seen by anyone in the city. The moon shines brightly, and the world is still, save for the rustling of your footsteps as you navigate the sands.

“How do you know your way out of this desert? It seems endless,” Wooyoung comments. He has been walking next to you and you’ve caught him gazing around in wonder.

“It’s easy, you just need to know how the sands move with the wind, and it’ll take you to your destination. Fortunately for you guys, however,” you add when you notice the way they all seem worried, “we’re not walking all the way.”

“Oh thank goodness,” San mutters under his breath, and you all burst out into soft laughter.

You hop down from the next dune, stopping before a stone overhanging. The cave was small but deep and invisible to the eye if you didn’t know where to look. You duck inside to find two forms covered by a black tarp and throw it back to reveal an ATV and a cruiser.

“I hope at least one of you knows how to drive?” You muse, throwing your bag in the back of the cruiser before settling on the ATV.

“You’re in luck because I do,” Yunho chuckles, climbing into the driver’s seat while the rest of them pile inside.

“Can I ride with you?” Wooyoung asks softly, wringing his hands nervously as he looks down at his feet.

“Of course,” you tell him, smiling when he lets out a whoop and clambers behind you. “Someone’s excited.”

“I’ve never been on one of these,” he says with a giggle, before wearing the helmet you hand him.

“I hope you have as much fun on this as I do,” you say, donning your helmet as well before turning to face the cruiser. “Follow me, yeah?” 

The ATV jolts forward when you press the pedal, and you shoot out of the cave. When you are sure that Yunho is following, you speed up on the dunes.

“This is so cool,” Wooyoung whoops from behind you, spreading his arms as he feels the wind rushing around him.

You agree, laughing as the desert speeds past you. Sand flies in your wake, but like Wooyung, you enjoy the feeling it gives you, it almost feels like you’re flying. Soon you start seeing silhouettes of buildings in the distance, signaling that you’re nearing Sector 3. You veer away from the ruins of the city, however, and drive towards the mountains that rise on the western horizon. Half an hour later, you enter another cave in the side of a mountain and kill the engine. 

“You know, when you said bunker, I didn’t think you meant exactly that,” Wooyoung walks up to you, gazing at what looks like a sewer entrance. You wait for the rest of the boys to get out of the cruiser and lead them through a locked door. You stop in the middle of the common area, which has dark wooden tables and overhanging lights.

You take in the books and notes haphazardly spread over one of the tables in the corner, remembering how you and Hongjoong used to hang out there and never bothered to clean up the mess of papers. The knowledge that you’re back where it all started exhausts you, and the grief and suffering you’ve experienced since Z took over seems to hit you all over again. What makes it worse is that the people around you can’t sense it, and it hurts.

“You all can take any room you want,” you announce. “Just not the one that’s the first on the left of that hallway. That’s mine.”

Like earlier today, Hongjoong watches you carefully, and for some reason, it comforts you. This time, Yunho stays back as well, lingering in the space between you and the shorter male. The air is suffocating, so you reach to open a door and allow the moonlight to spill in.

“Do you want to see the city I grew up in?” You question, your voice filling in the void that has formed around the three of you. “Or at least, what remains of it…”

You climb the staircase towards the opening in the mountain that serves as a rooftop and a lookout, not caring if the two boys follow after you or not. A chilly wind blows around you and rustles over the dunes. Since the night is clear, you can see the ruined city quite clearly.

“This is a bit eerie,” Yunho whispers from next to you, taking in the buildings that have fallen into ruin. Everything is in shades of brown, having been encroached upon by the desert.

“There was a time when a sea existed between Sector 1 and Sector 3,” you say, remembering how when you were younger, you had taken a train to reach the capitol. “This is what we came back to once we managed to disable our chips.” You pause to take a breath, remembering how you had mourned the loss of your home when you’d seen the ruins.

Hongjoong hums, eyes trained on the clouds that dot the sky, “It must have been jarring.”

You feel the change in the air before you hear it approaching, a low moan that starts as a moan but grows louder as the wind picks up.

“A storm is approaching,” you murmur softly. “We should head back inside before it hits.”

Stress Relief

Hongjoong x Fem!reader

| non idol au | friends with benefits to lovers |

He’s been your best friend and fuck buddy for over a year now, but what happens when a box of letters is found.

18+!!! MDNI plz&thnx

Warnings: Alcohol, intoxication, smoking weed bruh, mention of death, petnames (baby girl, sweet boy, good girl, brat, BDSM (dom & little duo, nipple play, spanking, sex toy, pinning), oral (m & f), possessive partners, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting

Requests are open :]

writers note: sometimes I like to challenge myself and see how many rounds and finishes I can work into one story. Idk what my record is but this might be it. Okok lmao byeeee

cas xx

“Do you only visit me when you’re mad?” Hongjoong asked, leaning on the side of the doorframe. His head tilted as he eyed you, hair thrown in a messy bun and a bottle of tequila in hand.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind you as you kicked off your shoes and plopped yourself on his large sofa.

“You’re good for stress relief,” you mumble, twisting the cap from the tequila before taking a long swing.

Hongjoong plopped down next to you, one arm wrapping around your shoulder as he grabbed the bottle, taking a drink himself. “Talk to me Vegas girl.”

You smacked his chest, a smile creeping onto your lips. It was his nickname for you, after having met at his bar’s Halloween party a year before.

“Just stupid work shit. My boss says all my designs suck and I can’t think of anything new, so she’s basically breathing down my neck all day.”

You grabbed the bottle, taking another drink. “Any my mother. I don’t understand why that woman is so eager for me to settle down and have kids.”

“I can help you have a kid”

You hit his chest again, “shut up” you laughed.

Working in the fashion industry was extremely time consuming, which left no time for real dating. Hongjoong just happened to stick around, growing closer over time. You caught feelings a while ago, but we’re to scared to admit it.

“Why do you think the creative block is happening?”

You sighed heavily, “I have no idea. The last good thing I came up with was after we spent Christmas together.”

A smirk took over Hongjoong’s face, his fingers playing with your hair. “That was a good Christmas.”

One thing you had in common was your hatred for the holiday. So rather than the present giving and fancy food, you two had ordered a bunch of junk, gotten a ton of weed and alcohol. Then spent hours fucking.

The tequila bottle was empty sooner than you wanted it to be, not realizing you had been chatting and venting about life for the past hour.

“Can you walk a straight line?” He teased, heading to his home bar and grabbing a few joints. He motioned for you to follow him to the balcony.

He watched as you tiptoed on a line in the wood, poking your nose with each pointer finger as you did. You were quite tipsy, but always had good balance.

“Yes I can, sir.” You smirk, brushing past him, squealing as he slapped your ass.

Your lungs filled with smoke as your eyes scanned over the city. The lights and sounds echoed, beautiful in its own way.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder as you brought the joint to his lips.

You stayed like that for a while, silently smoking, relaxing into his arms.

His hand eventually started to sneak up the front of your shirt, his fingers sliding along the trim of your lace bralette before dipping inside. A soft moan escaped your lips as he started to twist and flick your nipple gently.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, his breath hot against your ear.

“Maybe.”

His free hand slapped down on your ass, stinging the skin under the thing fabric of your leggings. “Cute.”

You rolled your hips into his, feeling his hardening cock through his pants. Giving your was a little wiggle, you hum happily

Hongjoong’s hand left your breast and quickly went to your neck, wrapping easily around it as he pulled your head back to look at him. “Don’t start that.”

“Or what?” You pushed into his crotch again.

You were definitely feeling the effects of the weed and tequila, it brought out your bratty side.

His grip tightened around your throat the smallest bit, “You know the punishment.”

You trailed your finger nails along his arm, watching as goosebumps followed in their path. “Punishment for what? Making your crumble under my touch?”

Hongjoong’s hand slid down your body, resting both his hands on your hips as he pulled your core into his, “Is that what you think?”

You spun in his grasp, placing a hand on his chest, “I don’t think. I know.” You leaned up on your tip toes, placing wet kisses along his jaw line.

Your opposite hand snuck into his pants, grasping his thick cock head, your thumb rubbing gently over the top, using his pre cum as lube.

Hongjoong moaned softly, his body tensed under your touch. You pushed his pants down a bit to expose his firm length, your hand giving him a few pumps before firming your grip a bit. You pulled him along by his cock back into the house.

You freed your grasp and pointed towards the couch, Hongjoong slapped your ass as you walked away and sat himself on the couch. He pulled his pants down a bit more, hand wrapping around his cock as he watched you.

You walked to the stereo system, putting on one of the playlists you made together.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You smirked, eyeing his hand slowly pumping his length. You slowly took your shirt off, followed by your leggings before crawling onto the coffee table. “Eager aren’t you.”

“Says the one who’s already naked.”

You stopped midway on the table, leaning up and trailing your fingers across the lace strap of the bralette. “I still have this on. Why don’t you get rid of your clothes?”

He quickly stripped off his clothes as you propped yourself on the table, placing both your hands on your thighs as you eyed him.

Hongjoong grabbed you by the back of your head, not hard enough to hurt. He pulled you up to him, a soft whine escaping your lips as he roughly kissed you. “Are you gonna be a good girl now?”

You didn’t answer, instead gave him a little snarky look. He moved you with one hand, bending you over on the couch, your head on the cushion and ass in the air. You looked behind you as Hongjoong stroked his cock a few times before pushing deeply inside you.

He bottomed out and held himself there, his hand slapping down on your ass. You could feel yourself already leaking, walls clenching at the smallest amount of arousal.

You tried to move your hips but his hand slapped down, holding you in place. “You fucking brat.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You contracted your walls around him, moaning softly. You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, biting your lip, “You can fuck me now or hold your load until my punishment is over.”

Hongjoong’s hips started to move the tiniest bit, his cock poking at your g-spot. His eyes locked with yours, “You want me to fuck your little pussy numb?” He pulled his cock mostly out before slamming it back in, repeating his actions. “Is that what you want baby girl?”

“Please, my sweet boy, please fuck me.”

His hips started to thrust, soft moans joining yours. You watched as his dark expression turned soft, his cock flowing in and out of your entrance. “Hongie…”’ You moaned, your release dripping down your legs.

Hongjoong pulled out quickly, his mouth clapping over your pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit. He slapped your ass again, making it sting red from the repeated smacks. “Come here.” He pulled you up into a kiss, his hands tangling into your hair.

You moaned into each other as Hongjoong sat on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You quickly lined his cock up with your entrance and slid down, starting to ride him, “You feel so fucking good.” You moaned, hips starting to pick up speed.

His hands reached up to grab your neck again, pulling your head to his as he gave you a sloppy kiss. “You like riding your sweet boys cock, don’t you?” He said against your lips, “That’s your fucking cock isn’t it?”

You smirked, kissing down his chin, up his jawline and sucking gently on his neck. “You’re all mine.” You whispered in his ear, your second climax quickly approaching. His cock firmed, hinting he was close to.

Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around you as your body picked up speed, his hips thrusting with yours. You brought your face back to his, pressing your foreheads together as your body started to shake. “Who’s your favorite little brat?”

Your bodies came to a stop as his cock started to twitch, filling you with his warm cum. “You know you are baby girl.” He kissed your lips softly, sweet tender kisses that made you tingle. “You belong to me.” He said quietly.

His words made you smile. You were both so possessive over each other, yet had no plans or even talked about committing. Things just worked out smoothly without labels. But fuck, you secretly wanted more.

You smiled down at Hongjoong, lifting your self off him, your combined releases dripping under you. “I like the sound of that, but now I have Taylor Swift suck in my head.” You laughed, skipping off to the bathroom.

He followed, using the bathroom after you before you both headed to his bedroom. You climbed onto his large bed, stopping when you spotted a wooden box on the nightstand. “What’s that?” You ask with a tilt of the head.

Hongjoong walked quickly to the other side of the bed and grabbed the box, his face flushing a deep red. “Hongie.” You shot him a ‘seriously’ look, since you two rarely kept secrets from one another.

“Seriously it’s nothing. Just a box.” He was trying to find a place to stash it, you were getting more and more curious.

“You’re being weird. What is it?” You laugh, crawling to the end of the bed where he was, you poked his side. “What are you hiding.”

Hongjoong held it a bit above his head, a small smile pulling at his lips from your tickling. “Stop, it’s stupid. You don’t want to know.” You kept poking and tickling, he backed into the dresser, causing the box to fall to the ground next to him.

You leaned over the bed, starting towards the flipped box.

“No, seriously Y/N, you don’t want to see that.”

When you flipped the box, there was a pile of letters and pictures of the two of you. Hongjoong sighed and sat on the bed, his head hung as you picked up the pile and scooted back.

“What…what is this?” You asked quietly, flipping through the pictures you had taken together over the past year. There were letters, with dates on them.

Hongjoong turned to you, looking shyly through his shaggy hair. “Everything I’ve wanted to say, but couldn’t.”

You flicked through the letters, just reading the dates. There were 12 in total, starting from the Halloween night you met. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

“You can read them if you want.” His voice was shaky with nerves.

You moved to sit next to him, your heart racing as you looked at him. “Do you want me to?” You asked softly

He was quiet for a long moment before answering, “Yeah, I do.”

"Can you read them to me?"

You and Hongjoong went to the top of the bed, resting against the headboard.

He started the first letter.

“I didn’t expect to meet anyone after Haley died, especially someone who could make me smile like an idiot after an hour of knowing them. Dressed like a Vegas show girl, but with eyes that told a million stories. The most captivating smile. It hasn’t been this easy to talk in a long time, but they opened that side up again.”

He handed you the letter, along with a picture the bar photographer had taken of the two of you.

“You have me smiling like a fucking idiot. One night stands aren’t supposed to hang out until the early evening, at least from what I know. Your comfortable, your ora is calming. I feel guilty. Guilty for feeling happy. I don’t want to lose you, so friends will have to do for now.”

He handed you the second letter, you confirmed the date was the end of November, when you first hooked up with him.

Hongjoong spent a few more minutes carefully reading his letters and passing them to you. They all described his feelings towards you, how they grew, how he didn’t want to lose you. It made your heart do flips.

The last letter was from a few weeks ago, New Year’s Eve. He passed it directly to you, since it only had a few words on it.

“Tell her you fucking love her.”

You stared at the paper for a long moment, heart rate starting to increase again. Everything you had been to scared to admit to yourself, he had written on paper. It still scared you, those words. The thought of losing him. But what’s life without taking any risks.

“Look..I get it, if you don’t feel the same way.”

You quickly moved your body to straddle his, pressing your lips deeply into his as tears started to flow down your face. You didn’t want to stop kissing him, the sweet taste of his lips mixing with salty tears.

“Why are you crying?” He asked quietly, barely pulling away from your lips.

You looked into his eyes, “because I love you.” You paused, sniffing as he kissed away your tears. “And it scares the shit out of me.”

Hongjoong wrapped you in a hug, one that you returned happily. You held each other for a while, his hand slowly rubbing your back.

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He said, leaning back against the headboard, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’m not going anywhere either.” You smiled, kissing his lips again. “You’re not gonna go all mushy on me now, are you?”

He laughed, holding onto you as he flipped you on your back. “The letters are as mushy as I can get. For now.”

Hongjoong dipped his head down to gently kiss your lips, trailing soft kissed down your body as he pushed your legs apart. His lips kissed your thighs before his tongue started to work at your clit, lapping and sucking at your sensitive bud.

Maybe it was the emotional confession, but you swore everything felt more erotic than any other time.

You ball your hand in his hair, cursing quietly as his tongue worked quickly causing your body to twitch and tremble.

Hongjoong’s arms held your body down as you rode out another high, his eyes meeting with yours as he worked his way back up your body, lips crashing into yours.

His eyes went dark again, a smirk crossing his lips as he unexpected shoved his cock in your swollen entrance. His hand wrapped around your neck again, “You make me so happy baby girl.”

You squirmed a bit under him, his pelvis pushed down to hold your core in place. “My sweet boy, this is torture.” You whimpered, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Exactly.” Hongjoong quickly leaned over to his bedside table, grabbing a small metallic bullet vibrator.

You whined quietly as the small toy started up, his hand slipped from your neck as he used it to lift himself a bit. He moved the toy slowly down your chest to your left nipple, pinching it between a finger and the toy. He repeated his actions with the right nipple.

Hongjoong continued to hold you down as he moved the vibrator down your body, sliding it between your folds and tucking it against your clit.

“Hongie…” you moaned, your breathing becoming more and more erratic as pressure built in your core. Hongjoong moved your arms above your head, hiding his head in your neck as he kept himself still inside you.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. Every little thing was pushing you closer to climax. He brought his lips to yours finally, kissing you sweetly as he laced your fingers together.

“You’re making me cum baby girl.” He moaned against your lips, his cock starting to empty another load inside you.

You could barely contain yourself, body shaking under his as the sound of your own juices mixed with the sound of the vibrator. “Baby….” You squeezed his hands with all your strength, his hips finally letting up a little as yours started to buck.

The vibrator slipped out and you started to grind your hips down quickly, juices leaking as you started to peak again.

“Please fuck me, my sweet boy. I need you to fuck me.”

Hongjoong let go of one of your hands to hold your hip as you arched off the bed, he slammed his cock deep in you as you released, screaming and cursing uncontrollably. His lips found yours again and you started to ride your high.

“Holy shit.” Hongjoong hissed, his own body reacting to your orgasm and joining in. He lifted you, holding you tight against his body as he slowly kissed your lips. You were barely able to hold yourself up, Hongjoong’s arms were the only thing hold you in place.

You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling dizzy and fulfilled more than ever. “Th-that was so good, my swe-sweet boy.” Your words were stuttered as you rested your head against his chest, trying to bring yourself out of the sex coma he had you in.

“Should I just carry you to the shower like this?

You nod, whining a bit as he climbed off the bed with you still attached. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning quietly at the sensation of his cock inside you, how wet and warm it felt.

“Fuck me again.” You said after finally catching your breath a bit, Hongjoong pulled back a bit, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? 3 loads in you isn’t enough?” He smirked, pecking your lips.

You giggled quietly, a shiver creeping up your spine as you felt his cock grow firm again. He pushed you against the wall, barely thrusting his hips.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You placed a soft, but deep kiss on his lips. “I’m just starting to feel inspired.”