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pairing: boxing coach!jongho x fem!reader

content: angst, eventual smut. reader is a boxer and has a crush on their coach, jongho.

warnings: smut! (minors dni) mentions of blood, jongho is implied to be a bit more aged than the reader since he is your coach

a/n: reblogs and replies are much appreciated! it’s nice to know if people are enjoying my work :)

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10.01 | Frankensteins Monster

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Monster Fucking, Stomach Bulge, Electrostimulation, Size Difference, Man Handling, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Up), Nipple Play, Clothes Ripping, Oral (F Receiving), Soft Boy Monster Jongho, Spanking, If I Missed Anything Let Me Know 👀..

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NSFW UNDER CUT ~ MDNI🔞!!!

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, Jongho.” You whisper out as quietly as possible.

“Yes he does! I need to know if it is properly working. And what better way to find out then you my sweet.” Dr. Frankenstein says through a pout while squishing your cheeks.

You bat his hands away from your face, rubbing Jonghos shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. It was his first time having sex as well…a monster. Dr. Stein felt it was best to run a test on his own creation to see if it was possible. The test? Seeing if the penis he had attached to Jongho could function normally. Hell, it better had worked well, it’s not like Dr. Stein sent you to a cemetery to dig up endless male bodies to decipher which penis would work best.

Jongho was 7 feet tall, 250 pounds of lean muscle, with the most off white blue skin you had seen. Both eyes were two different shades of brown, border lining black, big metal bolts stuck out each side of his neck, he had stitches covering various parts of his body, as none of those pieces belonged to his original body. Visually a terrifying monster to most people, but to you he was the softest thing that rolled off a metal table. Despite not knowing his own strength you had grown to like Jongho. Wanting his monster to “adapt” to what it’s like to be a real human, he decided why not start with a penis. Why? Dr. Stein didn’t even brief you with an answer on it.

“I just want you to fill out this clipboard when you are finished y/n. Tell me how it goes.” Dr. Stein shoved a clipboard with various pages attached to it, some pages had his own scribbled notes on them.

“Wait! You want us to do it..here?” You whispered loudly to Dr. Stein, while Jongho couldn’t speak, a couple grunts here, a couple grunts there. He wasn’t very verbal. Dr. Stein was still in the process of trying to tweak his vocal chords. While he couldn’t speak he was very smart, whatever he lacked in vocals, he made up for it with knowledge, he was highly intelligent.

“This isn’t romantic sex Y/n. This is for science! I will give you both some privacy.” Dr. Stein wiggled his eyebrows at Jongho giving him a firm grasp on his shoulder. Leaving you down in his work area, with a clipboard in your sweaty palms. Your eyes are shooting everywhere, refusing to look at Jongho.

Letting out a small grunt, your eyes lift over to Jongho. Who is slightly smiling while looking at you, his hands flat against the metal slab, dwarfing the piece of metal. You walk closer to him, your hand gripping the clipboard for dear life. You stand between his giant legs. Fiddling with the pen located at the top of the clipboard. Jongho never intimidated you because while he was a monster, who truly didn’t know his own strength. He was always gentle with you, he made you feel like he couldn’t even harm a fly.

“We really don’t have to do this, Jongho. You get a choice too..” you whisper out quietly. Still avoiding eye contact. He slowly raises his hand, grabbing the clipboard out of your hands. Placing it down next to him. Standing up, his body easily towers over yours. Jongho could make anyone feel small. Letting out a small grunt, he places a cold finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. Your body is littered with goosebumps. For a man of few words he definitely knew what he was doing, that part of his brain definitely was intact. Your hands are tight in fists, nerves wracking your whole body. You don’t know if you were excited or full of nervousness. You’d be lying though if you said that the height difference between you both didn’t make your lower stomach tight.

Flashing you his signature gummy smile he grabs one of your hands that is tightly wrapped in a fist, causing your body to immediately relax at his cold touch. He steps closer to you, cocking your head back as far as it could do, the look in his different colored eyes is telling another story. You feel his hard cock crush against your belly. While you dug up the bodies you didn’t help Dr. Stein pick out the body part. Too exhausted from the hard labor you had done but boy oh boy did Dr. Stein pick out a thick one. Why would you expect anything less though? Dr. Stein only strived for the best.

You let out a small gasp at feeling his hardened length against your stomach. His giant hand that dwarfed yours, moves your fist down to his cock, making you feel how hard he actually was. You relaxed your hand, letting your fingers dance along his length, by the first brush of your fingers he jerks his body back slightly. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him prematurely cum. Letting out a small breathy grunt, he grabs your hand signaling you to stop touching him. Placing one hand on your waist he turns you around, pushing you down so you’re sitting on the metal slab. Now that you are seated you finally take in the true size difference between the both of you. He was going to break you in half.

You lay back on your arms, parting your legs so Jongho can fit further between them. Taking the invite he stands between your legs, cold fingers running over the swell of your breasts. You shiver slightly at his cold hands. His other hand coming up under your shirt, cold fingertips brushing against your warm skin. Letting out a small groan at the warmth radiating from you. His lips part as his hands travel further and further up your shirt til they meet the bottom of your bra. What he thinks is a small tug on the bra results in him lifting you slightly off the metal slab, your head bumping into his stomach. Huffing and puffing at the contraption that’s holding your chest. Instead of helping him you are too dazed in the way he is manhandling your body.

Like you truly are nothing but a piece of paper to him. Gripping the neck line he rips your shirt right in half, causing you to let out a small chuckle, your hands coming up to run along the chiseled abs underneath his shirt that looks like it’s made out of rags. Your warm hands on his cool skin causes him to buck into you, a loud grunt slipping out his mouth, his hard cock pressed directly into your stomach. Grabbing both sides of your bra he rips it off of your body, your breast falling free. His hand immediately gripping one of your warm breasts causing you to let out a small yelp at the temperature difference. He was addicted to your heat like a moth to a flame.

“Please Jongho…” you whine. Your thighs are trying to rub together but his big body is in the way.

Running his hands through his dark brown locks on his head, his cold hand brushing against the bolt on the side of his neck. Bringing his hand down to brush over your other breast while he still has a grip on the other, his cool hand making your nipple pebble. As his other hand comes down to brush against your other nipple it sends a small shock to your nipple, causing you to let out a loud moan, your bud instantly perking up. Your body jerks slightly against him, making his hard cock dig further into your stomach. You feel it twitch, his cock surely worked.

“Again..” you whimper out pathetically. Jongho was far from dumb, he knew that brushing his hand against his bolt would send a current through him, as he was dead he couldn’t feel it. As to where a warm blooded, pumping heart body would feel the current. Bringing a finger up to his bolted neck he gives it a light tap before pinching your hardened nipple in between his giant fingers, another shock is sent to your nipple causing your back to arch off the cool metal slab once more.

“Jongho!” You yelp out, lifting his other hand off of you he touches the other bolt, bringing it down to your other nipple, sending it a small shock making it pebble up even harder. Your eyes rolling back at the spark. Your hand shoots out to grab his humongous thigh. Nails digging into the material of his pants. Your breathing becomes heavier, eyes growing hooded. With just a couple touches Jongho already has you wrapped around his thick fingers.

Letting out a sound that is very similar to a cocky laugh, he grunts, stepping back so he can pull off the pants you are wearing. You could help him take them off so he doesn’t rip them, but that would take the fun away. Wasting no time he grips the hem of your pants, ripping them clean off your body, his cold hands instantly finding your skin. Running his hands all over your lower body, finding home between the meat of your very warm thighs. Making both of your legs straighten against him, your feet weren’t even close to his head, they landed just under his pecs.

His cold finger runs along your clothed clit, oh he for sure was experienced. That part of his brain was clearly working. His cool finger pushing on the fabric causes it to sandwich between your wet lips, causing you to let out a small whimper. His eyes shooting up at you with the biggest shit eating grin you think you’ve ever seen. His hand brushes against the bolt, bringing his electric charged hand to your cunt. The shock causes your legs to buckle, yet due to his strong grip on your legs, they barely move an inch. Your wet panties cause the shock to be felt all over your wet cunt, the pulsing feeling making your head spin. His thumb brushes his bolt, placing the pad of it directly on your clothes clit, sending the small zap directly to your clit.

Your eyes instantly roll back, your mouth hangs open with no noise coming out. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your skin is buzzing, your body hairs now standing, while your body is littered with goosebumps. Letting your legs go with his other hand, he slowly places them down so your small legs are hanging on each side of him, opening you up more to him, your body in a full spread eagle position. Gripping the crotch area of your panties he rips them off of your body. The cold air causes your goosebumps to stand even more.

Your wet pussy on full display for him, you looked like you walked off a magazine to him. His brain is short circuiting, you can tell from the sparks that are flying off of the bolts that are pierced on each side of his neck. His cock twitches as the fluorescent lights shine off of your slick that’s covering your cunt. Clearly in a daze, you run your foot under his rag like shirt, the warm sole of your foot on his cold chest, wakens him slightly. Spark from the bolts still flying rapidly but his eyes drift up to your face. A warm smile on your pretty face.

“Hey big boy…are you still with me?” You whisper, a warm smile that warms his cold dead body. Letting out a small grunt, he nods his head. Giant hand gripping his cock to relieve some of the pent up frustration he lets out a deep growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make, it sounds border lining primal. You can clearly see the wet patch from his cock, what exactly liquid that is? You aren’t too sure, yet you don’t seem to care. Licking your lips, you nudge Jongho with your foot.

“Come on Jjong…fuck me please.” You plead to him. The sparks now shoot farther from his body. That nickname always made him feel something. You were working him up on purpose. His hand fully grips the bolt on his neck, sticking out his tongue he touches it, sending an electric charge through it. Confused by his sudden movements, you sit up on your arms, watching him as he falls to his knees. Big shoulders cause your legs to spread even further. What was he..?

“Oh my fucking goddddd!” You instantly moan out, his electric charged tongue was pressed directly against your wet cunt. The shock goes instantly to your clit, but the waves of the current spread out to your whole cunt, making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripping the soft brown locks on his head. Touching his bolt again, he makes direct contact with your clit, the shock sending your head spiraling back, choking out a sob. Tears of pleasure fill your eyes, his other hand grips your breast, pinching your nipple. Between him constantly electric charging his tongue, and him flicking your hardened buds your body is feeling so many sensations at once. His cold tongue on your wet clit, with the shocks of electricity. The mini sparks flying off his neck, that are landing on your thighs.

He’s eating you out like he’s a starved man, he’s on a mission. Flat cold tongue against your warm heat, the temperature difference felt like it was tweaking your nerves. Your legs jerking with each flick of his big tongue, charging his tongue again, he places his whole mouth on your pussy, practically swallowing you whole. Sending a current charge to it all, your body jerking up, legs trying to close yet not being able to, while your toes instantly curl. The shocking feeling instantly sends you into a screaming orgasm. Your hands gripping his hair for dear life while tears pour down your face. Drinking down your essence, he lifts his soaking face off of your red, puffy cunt. Charging his finger one last time, he presses against your clit, giving it once more small shock causing your whole body to spasm, your juices leak out of you once more.

Your chest is heaving up and down, eyes shut tightly, trying to regain all the focus back on your mind. It feels like you are the one now short circuiting. You hear rustling, cracking your eyes open, you see Jongho shimmying out of his pants, trying your best to regain consciousness, you lock eyes with his lower half, wanting to see what is underneath the material of his pants. Just as he gets them low enough a pale blue cock springs out, with stitching similar to his skin running along his lengthened member. His cock, hard as a rock, with various colors on it, dripping a clear fluid? Wanting to make sure it wasn’t embalming fluid you sit up, running your fingers over his member, cock bobbing as you were giving it attention. You rub your thumb over the tip, bringing it up to your nose to smell it. It had no scent…did he fill his balls with water..?

Jongho getting impatient with your light touches trying to figure out what was taking you so long. He moves his hips forward, cock brushing against your bottom lip, licking your bottom lip trying to figure out the clear fluid, smacking your lips to get a taste. Bastard, he did fill Jongho with water. Smoothing your hands over his tight balls, you pump his enormous cock two times, before looking up at Jongho with a small pout on your face.

“Did he fill you with water Jjong? He prepared you just for me.” Jongho throws his head back, letting you pump his hard cock, your small hand not even coming close to fully wrapping around him. Grabbing your hand he pulls you off the metal table, holding you in his arms. He lays down, placing you on top of him. Seating you right below where is cock stands up fully erect, fully ready for attention.

“I’ve never had a cock this big before Jongho..” you whisper out, hands still rubbing alongside of him. A grin takes place once again on his face. Clearly proud that he will be your biggest. Gripping your hand he guides you to get on top, your drooling cunt wavering over his thick cock. Easing the tip into your body, you instantly moan at the pressure of just the tip barely brushing your walls. He’s thick, thick, thick. Your head instantly is thrown back, you ease down on Jongho slowly, thanks to him eating you out earlier it loosened you up perfectly. As your ass comes in contact with his cold legs. He charges his hand, touching the bulge in your lower belly, causing you to let out such a pathetic whimper it makes his cock jump inside you. Your hands tightly gripping his muscular thighs. The ridges from the stitching brushes your wet walls causing you to fall forward, your hands bracing themselves on his muscular chest.

“Oh my fucking god Jongho..” you breathe out. Chest heaving with pleasure, your cunt has his thick cock in a vice grip. His swollen head brushing against your spongy spot with each breath you take. He was wall to wall in your cunt, filling you up deliciously. If you had been looking at him you would’ve been he was holding back all restrain to not bounce you on his cock like you were some sort of fuck toy. He didn’t have hardly any feeling in his body due to no nervous system, but the way his cock could feel all of you was having him walk on a tightrope.

Giving your hips a wiggle, trying to get as comfy as possible you bring your hips up before slowly making your way down. Trying to get a small rhythm going before you lost your mind on his thick cock that was just splitting you open. Mouth hung open with each raise of your hips, throaty moans leave your mouth, your nails raking down Jonghos shirt. Jongho charges one of his hands, bringing it down to rub on your clit, the charge sending you into another dimension. Your body stutters on top of him, falling forward so your chest is against his upper stomach. You could feel the bugle in your stomach, causing you to moan even louder. The spacious area left no sound to the imagination.

“J..Jongho pl-please..” you grunt out with barely any breath. That grin reappearing he places both of his feet on the metal slab, hiking your body up. His hips immediately slamming up into you. Causing your body to jerk like you were a doll. One hand on your hip the other wrapping itself around your throat, keeping your body held up. His thrusts going at an inhumane pace, your eyes instantly fill with tears, your choked out screams are filling the room. Your pussy juices are coating your inner thighs, along with your ass, causing a wet slapping noise to fill the room. Echoing the space, you wouldn’t be shocked if even the outsiders who roam close could hear you. Charging his hand he slaps your ass, your back arching further into the air, the prickly feeling on your skin causes you to grip his wrist that is keeping you upright.

“Fuck..Fuck Jongho.” You stutter out with each slam of his thick cock that’s bullying its way into your warm wet walls, has you losing sanity. Charging his hand again, he slaps your ass once more, causing your body to litter once again with goose bumps, your nails digging into his wrist. Charging that same hand again, he slaps your ass even harder once more, causing a loud crackling noise that’s sparking from his bolts to be heard in the room. The feeling has tears pouring down your face, your body feels like it’s riding cloud nine. He has permanently ruined you for any other man or monster that comes after him. Charging his hand once more, he lets out a loud grunt, his hips hiking you up more, the way he’s bouncing you in the air like you weigh nothing has you practically catching air time. Touching his own cock filling it with electric current when your cunt slams down on him it sends a shock through your whole inner core, up to your brain. Your body instantly gets thrown into an orgasm, your back arching letting out a curdling scream of pleasure.

The electric current flowing from him, with your scream causes the lights to flicker, along with one of them busting, and shattering all over the floor. Jongho is still hammering away into your pulsing cunt, he’s jackhammering you up and down like you are a weightless rag doll that only he can use to get off. His grip on your throat tightens, charging his other hand once more he cups your cunt as he pulls out, shooting his clear cum fluid all over his hand that is cupping your oozing cunt. A loud grunt leaves his throat, causing another light bulb to shatter. The jolts of electricity cause you to succumb to the pleasure, ripping another forceful orgasm. Legs shaking, what’s left of the lights flickering, glass shattering orgasm. Your body instantly falls slack against Jongho, releasing your throat so you flop down on him like a wet doll. The buzzing noise of the currents of electricity in the room are all that’s heard besides your heavy breathing. Jonghos cool, clammy hands come up to cup your face to make sure you are okay.

Giving him a dopey smile, you give his cool lips a quick peck. Before laying your head back down on his chest. His cool fingers run up and down your backside. Eyes starting to get heavy, just as you are about to pass out from exhaustion, you hear a knocking coming from the lair door upstairs.

“The way I heard you screaming, I would say there are no complaints.” Dr. Stein says through a loud chuckle from the other side of the door.

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heyy! congratulations on 500 🩷 c-could you maybe do number 6 of your list with jongho's nudes? 😳 damn I'd give my vacant womb to see him naked everyday. just the thought of him being all contained and uptight in public but being a pervert in reality makes me want to scream

6. Receive nudes from Jongho everyday or Call sex with Yeosang every week?

CRAZY THING TO SAY BABE NGL IT MADE ME LAUGH A LITTLE 😭🤚🏻 OKAY OKAY HERES ONE FOR YOU

Jongho loves sending his pretty selfies to you. He also likes making sure you’re flustered by his cock.

Warnings: nudes, suggestive, Jongho’s dick, perv!jongho, sexting(kind of??), mentioned breeding kink and cream pies

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@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500 this or that: Master list here!

Monday

Your phone pings.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You glance over, the face recognition mechanism on your phone activates, and you see a message sent from Jongho.

You are clearing up the remnants of your work as you and your idol boyfriend are adjusting with his busy schedule.

The app switches over to your messaging account, where you and Jongho’s chat takes the whole of the screen, at where the both of you left off. He sent you a zoomed in photo of his face with his adorable pout, his puffy cheeks being eventuated. You giggle at how cute he is, and you begin typing a reply, that is, until another picture that’s blurred under the spoiler function and your breath is caught in your throat.

It’s a mirror selfie of Jongho in the gym, seated on the benches of the locker room, in a tight tank top which was hiked up past his broad chest, dabbing his sweaty chin, his tits in full view, and the one that takes middle stage—the obvious erection that presses teasingly against his thin gym shorts as his legs are spread wide open.

[🐻❤️] endorphins kicked in a little too hard today~

Your thumbs are paused in mid-air trying to think of a reply to him, the only thing in your mind was the way his erection was there. You force yourself not to think about it, of course, failing miserably.

Tuesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I hope work is treating you well, honey~

You giggle at the message. Your attention right back at your partner’s message in the midst of work. You are about to reply him with another flirty message when another spoiler-covered photo pops into the chat.

[🐻❤️] here’s something sweet.

You hesitate for a moment. But it falters quickly when you remember that you’re working remotely anyway. So you think, fuck it, and press the hidden photo.

Oh gods.

Another mirror selfie. But this time, he’s only in a pair of white boxers, his thick erection clear as day imprinting onto the sheer fabric. You swear you see a small wet patch if you squinted hard enough. He’s in a black shirt this time, and it frames his biceps so well. His bangs almost hides his small, pretty eyes and his smile is half hidden by his phone as the white sheets below him are crumpled.

You’re wondering how far he’s going to go with this.

Wednesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You bite you lip. Out of all times, when you’re in a work meeting. But the static animation of the spoiler fuzzes onto your screen, tempting you. You shut your eyes to put your phone down, that is, until;

[🐻❤️] I bought a new pair of shorts today for gym. They said to wear loose shorts if your thighs are thick 🤔

And there goes all your self control as your thumb immediately slides over to the spoiler, and you fucking wished you didn’t—especially in the middle of a meeting.

It’s a mirror selfie, again, but it’s zoomed in to his lower abdomen. Yes, the shorts are definitely fucking loose.

The openings are loose despite his thick thighs taking up so much leg space of the opening, and you fucking see it. Jongho wasn’t wearing underwear, and his shorts are deliberately hiked up to his inner thigh.

The angle is low enough that you see his cockhead peaking out from the shorts opening, resting on his inner left thigh, leaking precum, and making another bulge against the fabric.

“Y/n? Anything else you wanna add to the work flow?” Your colleague asks, snapping you out of the trance.

“N-no. I think that’s all from my side”, you reply hastily, unintentionally pressing your thighs together.

Thursday

It was getting absolutely ridiculous at this point. Jongho has been teasing you for the past few days and it has only been escalating from there. You know he’s coming over on Saturday anyway since he finally has the time, and it’s making your heart pound.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You don’t even hesitate at this point—your reaction is automatic, immediately swiping up to Jongho’s notification to check what he sent you.

Sure enough, another spoiler message. You take a quick breather, and brace yourself before you do it.

And the wind gets completely knocked out of you.

Again, a mirror selfie, but he’s fully, fuckin nude. You see the full glory of him—his broad chest and shoulders, his perky nipples, chiseled abdomen all for view for a good second before your eyes land on his fully bare, erected dick.

Jongho is posed with his knee up, propped onto the bed, the bedsheets all over the bed again. He has a towel draped over his shoulders, his biceps are flexed from holding his body up as his thigh holds his other arm up to take the selfie. His hair is messy and damp—he probably took this after a shower.

You can’t help but stare at the way his thighs look so inviting, and it naturally leads you gaze right back to his cock once more—a gorgeous shade of pink at the tip, with his pretty veins running down his shaft. You swear you see it twitch even if it was just a photo.

You could only imagine how his cock would rearrange your guts every time he fucks into you, filled up all the way until your mind breaks, over and over again.

[🐻❤️] weather’s been a little warm recently. There’s another warm place my cock definitely loves. I think you know where.

Friday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

The worst out of the lot. The only saving grace was that his message came after work. You don’t know what else he could have sent you now, and almost nothing prepared you for it.

[🐻❤️] shit, I got too excited thinking about you.

You swallow hard when you open the photo. You expect another mirror selfie, but it’s not.

The photo is taken from the front facing camera, and it’s positioned right at his crotch. Jongho has his fat, wet cock in his hands, and thick cum is leaking out of his tip, covering the majority of his cock and his fingers.

Okay. Two can play that perverted game. You don’t send him a photo—you send him a short video. Your camera is front facing, and it’s positioned right at the angle where he can see your pussy in clear view. You’re fully nude, your tits out in the open, so are your legs as you tug your soaked cunt open, letting the lights in your room emphasise how much slick has leaked out of your neglected pussy.

And you hit send. It’s silent for a good minute.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I’m gonna fucking breed you so fucking full tomorrow, I swear.

Saturday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

It’s a photo of your poor abused cunt, wet with slick and his cum glistening all over your inner thighs. Jongho’s cum is leaking out of your hole, his previous loads fucked into you have evidently soiled the bedsheets beneath you.

dance the night away

warnings: unprotected sex (theres no indication of protection), drunk sex, size kink?, cursing, manhandling i guess, lowercase intended

pairing: dom!jongho x reader

requested:

“Hiiii authornim. Hope you're having a fun day. May I please request for a smut? Dom!Jongho wherein you saw each other at a dance class in Korea. After the class, all the participants went out to drink including Jongho himself. And well that's where they *dance* the night away 😝”

im sososososososososososo sorry for this being suppperrrr late. i took a break because of mental health and im really sorry for leaving everyone waiting.

“okay, that’s it for today! good job everyone, especially y/n,” the dance teacher winked at you and smiled, and you grinned at her. everyone bowed at her and she left the room leaving everyone else in the dance practice room. “guys! should we go for a drink today?” himchan shouted. he was usually the crazy and loud type of person that loved going to clubs to get drunk. he was a pretty nice guy, but you hated him for some reason. sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be nice to you, or flirt with you. it just made you uncomfortable. everyone in the room cheered in agreement. you were one of the younger kids in the room and you felt it would be rude to decline, so you just said yes. you went to the bathroom to change your outfit and the group went out to a club to get drunk. you picked at the plates of food, annoyed at how loud himchan was being. he sat right by you, and he would keep bumping into your shoulder. you licked the sauce off your chopsticks before looking up at the man in front of you, choi jongho.

you two were quite close, you didn’t interact a lot during dance class but you partnered with each other a few times and talked a lot outside of class. the music was loud and himchan was loudly shouting, probably flirting with girls. so you got closer to him before speaking,

“you’re not going to go out?” by out, you meant to the dance floor, where everyone was now.

he shrugged, chugging down another drink. you took that as a no, and decided to go out yourself.

you weren’t usually the type to go to clubs and party, but you were drunk as fuck, you couldn’t care less. you danced around and sang the lyrics to the song, living your best life.

—

you don’t know how you got to this point, everything from the point you started dancing to now was kind of blurred.

but now you were stuffed in the corner of the bathroom hallways at the club. you’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been here, but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters is that you’re on jongho’s lap, basically sucking each other’s faces off.

you were suddenly dragged here by jongho and it led up to this. you weren’t sure why but you weren’t against it at all. nothing was better than straddling his delicious thighs and strong arms wrapped around your waist. you rocked your hips against his hard erection, holding strong eye contact with jongho. you couldn’t care less about the people walking past, they were probably just as drunk as you anyways. panting, he grabbed you and pulled you up, guiding you outside of the club and right into a taxi.

he bounced his leg in impatience. he kept a strong grip on your plush thighs, massaging them dangerously close to your area. the taxi arrived at jongho’s apartment, which was one the 2nd floor of the building. the elevator was closed, so he resorted to the stairs. you were struggling to even walk in a straight line, so going up the stairs would be a struggle for you. he took this into consideration and just decided to pick you up, making you let out a slight yelp of surprise. you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting your lip in excitement. he easily skipped up the stairs while securely holding you.

once you two entered the fairly spacious apartment, he put you down and impatiently connected his lips to yours. he roughly kissed you while guiding you to his bedroom. both of your hands were traveling all around each other’s bodies.

your shorts were already off, his hands were fondling roughly with your ass, making you moan in satisfaction. you felt the coldness of his rings.

“fuck, i’ve been waiting for this moment,” he sighed as he rested his forehead against yours, removing the rest of his clothing.

“i can’t wait to ruin you,”

his lips then went to your neck, planting tender kisses, making you sigh in bliss.

“fuck, i need you so bad,” you bit your lip in desperation, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“you want it?”

“yes please give it to me,” you begged, rubbing your leg against his hard erection showing in his briefs. he cursed harshly and pulled down his briefs, stroking his hard cock. you licked your lips in anticipation.

he took his fingers and inserted them into your dripping heat, you yelped as you felt the cold touch of his metal rings reaching your heat.

“this feels so much better than using my own fingers,” you thought in your head.

he removed his fingers after a bit, making you whine in disappointment. you were about to hit your climax. but you were quickly cut off of your disappointment when he began entering you. his thick cock stretched your walls, making you whimper.

it took some time to get used to his girth. you moaned in pleasure as his dick hit the right spots. he manhandled your smaller body, folding your flexible body to put your legs over your head (basically folded like a flip phone). he kept up with his strong quick thrusts, his strong thighs never got tired. he tried a variety of different positions with you, like holding you up against the wall with you legs around his waist, or taking you doggy style at the edge of the bed while he held your legs up by his thighs. his stamina and strength was neverending, making you feel like absolute jelly.

your legs were weak, your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and your hair was all crazy from jongho pulling it back while roughly thrusting his big cock.

he turned on the AC for you before cuddling up by your side. the two of you would probably wake up with headaches, but he has medicine prepared just in case.

“ugh, i feel so sticky,” you groaned.

“from how well i fucked you?” he smiled mischievously from behind your shoulder, hands grasping your waist. you nodded in agreement.

“fuck, i’m hard again,” you groaned but with a smile on your face.

“we’re never going to sleep, are we?”

“nope, sorry baby. now get on all fours like a good girl, i’ll make it quick” he kissed your shoulder and smacking your ass.

JONGHO IS SO FINE I CANT

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idolboyfriend!jongho x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut (smut below the cut)

warnings: riding, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), softdom!jongho, curious!reader

you sat on your couch watching a show when the main character does something to remind you of your boyfriend!jongho. you decided to text him, now missing him.

'i miss you'

you set your phone down resuming the show knowing it would be awhile before he would answer since he's at the company. your phone buzzes almost as soon as you hit play, surprising you.

'i miss you more.'

you smile at your phone and text back.

'when will you be home love?'

as soon as you send it, it shows read.

'ill finish up my live, then i'll be heading home. sound good honey?'

'mhm'

you smile and figure you'd watch his live thinking it might take away your feelings of being jongho deprived. as you open it you see him smiling at his phone then shutting it off. he talks with atiny for a bit longer then says he has to go rest, ending the live.

you feel yourself getting excited to see your boyfriend you haven't seen in years. (its been 8 hours)

you resumed your show again in hopes it would make the time go by faster.

after an hour or so the door opens and jongho walks in.

"hi baby" you forget about your show jumping up to embrace your boyfriend, who's making his way over to you, his arms wrap around your waist slightly lifting you up as your arms wrap around his neck.

"how was your day" he mumbles against your neck giving it a soft kiss.

"was good, how was yours?" he pulls back to look at you his hands staying on your hips.

"tiring" he replies causing you to coo at him and he lets out a chuckle. "im gonna shower, then be back so we can cuddle" your face looks shocked.

"jongho..cuddling?"

"never mind" he turns around making his way to the bathroom.

"no! im sorry" your hands grab onto his arm stopping him. "please" you pout up at him as he looks down at you with a blank expression.

"i'll think about it" you smile at him and let go of his arm making your way back to the couch resuming your show once again.

after awhile jongho comes into living room with grey sweat shorts on and a white t-shirt. he grabs your legs lifting them up and sits down placing them on his lap.

you look over at him and his wet messy red hair admiring his features smiling to yourself.

"what did you want to watch" he ask seeing your show finished. he looks over at you a small smile on his lips.

"you." you mumble still staring at him. he chuckles and picks something to put on. his hands massaging your legs and gently running his fingers against them.

you readjust your legs so they are crossing over each other, your legs accidentally pressing against his surprisingly hard cock. this brought your attention to his posture, his legs spread apart as he's slightly slouched down against the couch. your thighs press together as your mind wonders.

"jongho" he hums in response and you sit up. "can we try something"

he raises an eyebrow "like what" he questions.

you move your leg across his lap straddling him. "i want to ride you"

the look he's giving you is telling you no, but the way his hands run from your sides down to your ass lifting it up slightly squeezing it which causes you to fall against him was telling you yes.

"what makes you want to do that" his hands moving down your thighs then back up, sneaking into your shorts giving your ass another squeeze.

a whimper escapes from your throat as you shrug your shoulders. his hands slide out from your shorts and up to your sides griping them slightly moving your hips back and forth. your cheeks heat up and you lean forward leaning your head against his shoulder.

"is this what you want honey" he whispers lowly in your ear continuing your movements with his hands. you whimper out a 'yes' feeling his cock grow harder underneath you.

he stops moving your hips, a whine coming from you.

"shh, don't be needy" he says lifting your ass up with one hand messing with his shorts with the other. he sets you back down and you can feel his cock more prominently against you.

"get down" he says tapping your thigh. you get down on your knees in front of him staring at his leaking cock in front of you. "earn what you want"

it took you only a second to wrap your hand around the base of his cock bringing it to your lips, placing a kiss on his tip, then licking the precum off your lips. your eyes lookup at jongho, his head leans back against the couch his eyes closed.

your lips wrap around the tip sucking on it, you start moving your head down and back up slowly. his head comes up looking down at you, his hand reaching down holding your face pulling you up.

"fuck, stand up" you do as told and he turns you around pushing your torso down. he wraps his fingers under your waist band pulling your shorts down slowly, your panties slightly sticking to your slick. "you're perfect y/n..fuck" his fingers push at your entrance sliding in, a moan falling from your lips.

"jongho" you moan looking back at him, starting to feel embarrassed being so exposed. he pulls his fingers out and grabs your arm turning you back towards him pulling you on his lap.

"open" he says pushing his fingers against your lips. your tongue pushes out past your lips and he presses his fingers onto your tongue. you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning them off, tasting yourself .

his hand comes under your ass again lifting it up angling his cock at your entrance.

"ready honey?" his thumb rubs your ass in small circles.

you wrap your arms around his neck holding onto him tightly, hiding your face in his neck. "mhm" you whimper out.

the feeling of sinking down in his cock draws out a loud low groan from you, your walls clenching around him, his grip on your ass tightening.

"just like that baby..shit" jongho holds you still, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"can i move" you ask looking at him. he nods and moves his hands to rest on your hips. you lift your hips up and then back down. the feeling of him filling you up this way is more than anything you've done together.

you move your hips in a circle slowly as your head leans back. jongho's hands reach up under your shirt tweaking your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb.

you place your hands on his knees leaning back some and start moving your hips up and down. you look at him and he's watching you so intensely.

"you're so fucking pretty" he mumbles reaching his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your head to lean on his shoulder. you continue your movements and hold onto him tightly "so perfect for me" he mumbles kissing your neck, his hands moving to your ass.

he pulls your ass up and down to help with your movements.

"jong..fuck, im close baby" you whimper out. he looks at you and smiles.

"cum" he says softly his hand reach down in between your bodies to rub your clit.

you pushing your self down on him and still your movements, your pussy pulsing around his cock. he groans and quickly lifts you off of him, his release hitting your back. he groans a few times and kisses you softly.

"did you like that" he ask in a teasing tone.

"shut up" you mumble hitting his chest softly.

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Prologue-Pick a Card

[Demon!Ateez x Reader]

Warnings: Suggestive content, swearing, Ateez break into the reader’s home sort of, demon!Ateez 

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The Queen-Park Seonghwa

[Demon!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, sexting (mentioned), oral (fem recieving) dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, sex demon!seonghwa, Hwa has a big dick, praise kink, swearing, pet names used: princess, sweetheart, baby, hair pulling, hickeys, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it, reader gets called a good girl

Taglist: @breezy-simp

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The Spade-Choi Jongho

[Demon!Choi Jongho x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, sex demon!Jongho, dom-ish!Jongho, sub!reader, semi-public sex (they’re in a park but in a secluded garden), Jongho calls the reader ‘my dear,’ and 'my angel,’ oral (fem recieving, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it

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

A/n: It’s finally here!!! Thank you all for your patience with me and my schedule. This doesn’t really add much to the story plot wise but Jongho deserves a sweet and sexy story so much that I think it works well in this! Please don’t forget to let me know what you think! All feedback is appreciated.

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Dragon Oracle

🐉Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event! 🐉Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho 🐉Genre: enemies to lovers au, poly!ot8, fantasy au 🐉Word Count: 15,916 (yeah this bitch is wordy but it's an entire saga in one sitting, so sit back and enjoy the show) 🐉Warnings:  fighting with swords, blood, death, penetrative sex with no barrier, overstim, mentions of mxm, dom!reader x sub!jongho, scratching/marking, dom!yunho x sub!reader, big cock! yunho, hair pulling, finger sucking, clit stimulation, degradation kink, choking, future fucks with San and seonghwa {separately dear God why did I write it like that no} and mingi (cunninlingus) , mentions of mate bond-testing sex with yeosang? 🐉Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst, romance

🐉Summary: Dragon from the window au~ What if yn was born as a dragon oracle instead? (please read smalls headcanons and fics before you read mine, you will not regret it! especially mean hongjoong a la ugly dragon!)

🐉Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta’s. And to smalls: this is my love letter to the wonderful world you have created. Know that I will always be a fan of your work, your writing and this world 🥰

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"Fraud."

"You're not even a true dragon!"

"Filthy oracle."

Your kind had fallen out of favor centuries ago. When the clans fought the witches, using their dark magic and assassins, they practically wiped the oracle's out. For you, the oracle's were now used for the desperate, for the weak, but never truly taken seriously by any of the high ranking dragons, including the prince. Especially considering that any oracle could not turn into a dragon. It was said that it was a curse on the oracles for failing the dragon clans all those eons ago…

You were from a long line of dragon oracles who could trace themselves back to the wars. The problem with that lie in that everyone was living a lie. Most of the way that the current oracles conjured their ‘visions’ was with a lot of smoke and mirrors, cheap tricks that fascinated the hatchlings and elderly but the sharp-eyed dragons of the clan never fell for it. You knew you were about to be hauled off to the council to vote if you were to remain in the clan if you attempted to fool one of the dragons who could see right through the cheap tricks. Finding one of them at your door was hardly a good omen.

Lucky for you, you kept out of their way, no matter how handsome some of the higher ranking dragons were. The prince certainly was haughty, noble and beautiful but some of his mates were also akin to sparkly jewels. That was until the day you learned that one of them was your mate as well.

You were residing in a hammock, swinging around in the incense-filled room that you shared with your hatchling brood, your ‘sacred sisters’, when your eyes clouded over. You began to scream in fear and fell from your hammock. One of your sister’s ran for the eldest oracle, guessing that she would be the best to help you in your current state. 

While you were left in the arms of one of your other sisters, you saw something that didn’t quite make sense to you at first. You saw a man who was dressed like a dragon hunter and he brandished a weapon that made you feel like you just had received a punch to the gut. There was no doubt that that sword was made from your mother’s great silver talon. 

You received a quick flash of your mother’s final moments, tragic and harsh, being lashed down to the earth by strong nets and to never fly again. Your mother had mated with your father, from that long line of oracles, much to the chagrin of her family. She had a true form which you always envied. That’s why it hurt you even more when you had lost her to dragon hunters. She always seemed to be the one true dragon who accepted you. 

But that was not all you were privy to. You watched as the dragon hunter approached one of the prince’s mates. You saw the brown hair and knew it was Jongho. He struggled in his human form, a delicate but strong family of chains wrapping around him, prominently around his shoulders. 

“Release me!” Jongho demanded with a bellow, never ceasing to fight his confines.

The dragon hunter chuckled. “Why would I do that when I have the clear advantage here? I’ll simply drag you back to our camp and we will harvest your dragon parts when we force you back into your more appealing form.”

Your heart dropped. Was this a vision of the future or was this happening in real time? You decided you didn’t care once the vision adjusted one more time.

You were shown a domestic scene full of love and adoration. You were holding Jongho and he was allowing you to card your hands through his hair. “You’re mine,” Jongho growled below you.

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share the other’s fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You couldn't put your finger on it, but something had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well for now, at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

Your eyes slowly became unclouded and you were able to see the wrinkled face of the eldest dragon oracle within the clan. Awe was clearly written all over her face. “A true oracle. Finally!” she shouted.

Your sisters had all gathered around you and gasped as the elder spoke. “Surely you kid.”

The granny cupped your face with her withered hands and smiled happily, tears brimming in her eyes. “My grandmother was a true oracle. They killed her in fear that she would ruin the rest of our lives. But I saw her eyes turn cloudy only an hour before she predicted her death. They say that our eyes go cloudy because we gave up our dragon form for the ability to see. The clouds are our spirit selves flying the skies of the future.”

Your sisters murmured amongst themselves but you gently pushed yourself up from the ground, remembering your vision. “I must find Jongho!”

One of your sister’s screwed up her nose. “Why? That warrior will only spit on you if you talk to him.”

“He’s in danger!” You shouted, feeling sick to your stomach with fear.

The elder oracle pointed to the door. “If anyone would know of his whereabouts, it would be his other mates. You cannot approach Hongjoong or Seonghwa easily, but the other warriors will know where he patrols. Go, child, follow your vision!”

Based on your vision, you knew you would be fighting if you were going to help Jongho, so you quickly grabbed your sword that sat uselessly in its sheath by your bed. If you were good for anything, it was your sword fighting abilities. Your father trained you, first to protect your mother and later to protect yourself. You didn't have a dragon form to rely on, so you had to hone your human one.

You ran to the training grounds where most of the warriors honed their skills. There you found Yeosang with chain sickle. He was currently wrapping the chain around his arm and hand gripping the sickle part hard enough to make his muscles bulge. "Is Jongho out on patrol?" You demanded.

Yeosang stared you, looking you up and down, clearly unimpressed you were talking to him. "Aren't you from the oracle family? Why would you need to know where Jongho is?"

"Yeosang, please. I am a part of this clan. Set aside our differences and tell me where Jongho is. I might not have enough time to get to him!"

Yeosang gives you a look full of judgment. "He's gone to the forest east of here, patrolling all the way to the mountains. He could be anywhere."

You placed a hand on Yeosang's arm. "Thank you."

And that's when you saw clouds again, obscuring your vision and showing you a glimpse into the future.

"Do you…do you think you could forgive me?" Yeosang's eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at your bandaged arm.

"You just saw a human, you weren't thinking. Being in that much pain must have made your instincts as a dragon flare. I'm sure if--" your breath caught in your throat. There it was again. That guilt branded into your skull: you would never understand truly being a dragon.

"I'll take you out," Yeosang rushed out his words. "When you're better. I'll take you for a flight. Everyone from our clan should know how the wind feels on their face when they fly."

You couldn't help but feel emotional. "You don't have to do that," You declined softly.

Yeosang pushed your chin up so that you would meet his eyes. "You're my mate. I want to share that with you."

Your eyes unclouded and Yeosang looked at you with round eyes. "What was that?"

You smiled awkwardly. "Oracle stuff."

"Wha-?" Before Yeosang could make you explain yourself, you were gone. 

You ran to the stables. The horses were there for farming and tilling the fields that helped feed the livestock that the clan ate. But this wouldn't have been the first time you hopped onto the back of one of the docile geldings. You were desperate to feel something of your dragon origins, so horses had been your bridge to that.

So you galloped through the eastern forest, weaving amongst the animal trails, eyes peeled for Jongho’s dragon form. You cursed under your breath, sure that you were going to arrive too little too late.

You bursted into a clearing and saw two small bodies in the distance. Could that be them? You urged your horse forward, whispering to him of the sweet sugar you would feed him later if he rode like the wind to get you to Jongho’s side. The horse tore through the tall grass and you confirmed it was Jongho struggling in his bonds before the dragon hunter who had killed your mother when you were young.

You let out a yell full of rage and fury and halted the horse, jumping to the ground. Your sword came free of its sheath and soon it was clanging against the hunters. 

"Oh, dragon, is this human a friend of yours?" The hunter said through gritted teeth.

You bared yours at him in retaliation. "I'm your worst nightmare. A dragon who fights like a human."

You could tell the hunter had truly only used his strength against his opponents; he had no finesse. He barely was able to block any of your strikes and half of his were easy to dodge. He wasn't a fighter, he was a hunter. Bullying was in his nature, winning a sword fight was not.

With one final guttural yell, you pulled back your sword and plunged it into the gap of his neck and shoulder of his boiled leather armor. The man died with a quiet, bloody gurgle and then it was done.

You wiped the blade on his corpse and turned to check on Jongho. But first, you went to a knee. That last thing you wanted was to insult Jongho. "How can I help you?"

"Did you…did you just save my life? How?" Jongho said in disbelief.

"I saw you being captured in a premonition." 

Jongho blinked at you. "And so you came to save me?"

"I…" You eyed the ground. "I had to. That hunter killed my mother. He was going to kill you."

"But I've never even acknowledged your existence. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've called your family a pale shadow of a dragon."

You grimaced in mental pain. "You are a part of my clan. You are the prince's mate. You are--" my mate.

"Quickly, help me get out of these chains. They're binding me to human form!" Jongho urged you.

You moved to stand behind him and found the clasp and it fell to the ground. Jongho rolled his neck and shoulders in relief. "Can you…should you transform?" You wondered, unsure if he would take insult.

Jongho turned and shook his head. "I don't think I should." He changed the subject immediately, "You fight like a feral creature!"

"The hunter was a--oh the sword!" You remembered how you identified the hunter in the first place.

You pulled the sword from underneath the dragon hunter and brandished it. The silver hue of an immortal creature turned rainbow tinged in the light. You could feel the connection to the sword; you could say with everything that made you you, that this sword had been carved from your mother’s talon. 

"You should name it Rosa's Bane," Jongho suggested.

"You knew of my mother?" You frowned heavily.

"Of course I do. They tell us all her story so that we know what happens to bad little dragons." Jongho’s gaze dropped in shame.

"It's okay," You say softly, "I'm aware of what they say."

"But!" Jongho’s booted feet touched yours as he halted in front of you, teeth snapping shut. "You're a real oracle! And you saved my life."

"All I ask in return is for you to be kinder to the oracle family," You asked in a hushed tone. "I'll leave you be then."

Before you could turn and head back to the gelding, Jongho's hand went to your bicep. "Wait. I owe you an apology. You clearly aren't only about yourself and your tricks. There's more to you than meets the eye."

You let a small smile of hope pull the corner of your lips. "Apology accepted."

After saving Jongho, the elders of the clan held a council. You recounted your experience honestly. Hongjoong sat at his place--on a throne made from melted stone that could only be heated by dragon's fire--looking bored, head in hand. Your elder collaborated with your state, your urgency to save Jongho. Even Yeosang came before the council, his deep voice echoing against the old lava tunnels of the mountain. He confirmed your clouded vision state. And when Jongho took the center of the natural auditorium, passionately speaking of how you saved him and avenged your mother, and therefore were a hero of the clan, well, no one could deny that things were about to change.

Suddenly, you had your own rooms. They were filled with silk pillows and luscious smelling incense. You were given lost treasures of the clan that were put away in an old horde cave, for dragon's never disregarded their treasures, simply rotated through their favorites. An old copper bowl filled with embers for scrying. A large book and stand to record your visions. Even old toe bones of the first oracle dragon, said to speak the truth of your soul. 

You were declared oracle of the dragon clan and had an official standing. You were on equal terms as Seonghwa, the right hand of Hongjoong himself. Hongjoong would have nothing to do with you, or so it seemed as if you never saw the prince. But Seonghwa, on the other hand, you saw a lot of. 

Part of your official duties, especially as oracle, was to be privy to the decision making of the clan. Where the next patrol should be, when they should celebrate a new brood of hatchlings being brought into this world, the list went on. Seonghwa begrudgingly worked with you. You could tell he was unsure of you. He didn’t trust you, but clearly you had saved Jongho, so you got points for that.

“Seonghwa?” You dared to grab his attention as he was working on the details of the next feast.

“Yes?” He said in his clipped but coldly polite tone that he always took on when addressing you.

“What’s this map over here?” The edges of your vision were getting blurry and you were starting to learn that you were closer to a clue of a true seeing.

Seonghwa’s eyes flitted to what you were pointing to on the table. “That? Just Hongjoong planning on visiting a settlement. It’s nothing to worry about. The plans are all set.”

Your hand trembled as you moved to reach for it. Seonghwa was back to focusing on his writing, quill feather moving diligently. “Something about this map feels weird.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “Are you going to pretend you know something about it, Oracle?”

“Seonghwa, I’m serious!” You raised your voice at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped up to watch you as you finally snatched up the map but no vision occurred. He let out a mocking laugh. “Looks like you can only see visions when it’s convenient for you, hmm?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and that’s when he gave up his writing and stood up. “You may be a bit of a warrior in your own right, but you forget your place. I am a dragon. I will put you down if need be.”

You threw up your hands in frustration. “Because God forbid I actually help someone. Do you know how close Jongho was to--”

Seonghwa’s long legs took him close to you but you side stepped him before he could touch you. You didn’t want what happened with Yeosang to happen right now. Even if it would prove to Seonghwa that you were a true oracle first hand, you didn’t want the knowledge that Seonghwa was also your mate. Not right now, at least. Seonghwa regarded you with suspicion but did not attempt again to grab you. “You're dismissed, Oracle. Sleep well.”

“Gladly,” You replied to him curtly and left the room posthaste.

You sped walk to your quarters and slammed the door for good measure. You also took your meal within your room as well. You were tired of having to fight for your spot. All you wanted to do was help the clan, but you couldn’t if both Seonghwa and Hongjoong were against you. You felt like your seeing abilities were a curse at this point.

Sometime in the evening, when the sun had been laid to rest and the moon watched over the world, there was a knock on your door. “Go away, Seonghwa!” You shouted, throwing a shoe at your door, “I don’t want to hear about how useless I am.”

“Oracle?” A different voice came through the wood of the door. “It’s Jongho.”

You rushed to your door, feeling chagrined. “Jongho, I’m so sorry!’

Jongho was sporting a slight frown. “Is Seonghwa causing you trouble? I could talk to him for you.”

You shook your head. “No. That’s my battle to fight. Don’t worry about it.” Your eyes took in the mysterious robe that Jongho had on. “How are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you since I rescued you.”

Jongho’s turned his head left then right, eyes searching the hallway before saying “Do you think I could come in?”

“Sure, sure,” You opened your door and let Jongho come into your room.

He took a few steps, head swinging to take in the different objects you had. “Have you had any visions…since that day?”

You shook your head and closed the door. “Either there is nothing important enough to see or it was a fluke,” You laughed bitterly.

Jongho spun around. “Don’t say that!”

You cocked your head in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

Jongho grasped his robe near his collarbones with two hands. “You can’t say that your visions have been a fluke.”

You took a step closer to Jongho. “Because?”

“Because…” Jongho took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes honestly. “Because you saw we were mates, didn’t you?”

You gasped. “How did you…?” 

“Oracle, I feel things for you that I have only felt for my other mates,” Jongho said in a hushed tone, his eyes dilating. “I burn for you.” 

“I--Jongho--” You started to step backwards. You knew in theory Jongho was yours but nothing could have prepared you for this.

For every step you took backwards, Jongho took a step forwards. “I took the device that attempted to seal me to human form from that fateful day. I took it and made it into something as a memento; the day I met my mate.”

You shook your head, unable to find the words to tell him to stop. “You shouldn’t--does anyone else--?”

“Do you want to see it?” Jongho looked at you through his eyelashes flirtatiously. 

You swallowed but couldn't find any moisture in your mouth. “Do I want to see it?”

Without another word, Jongho dropped his robe. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it, but he did have something adorning his body. The same chains that bound him to human form were now made to frame his chest, falling along his shoulders and encircling his neck. You felt like your heartbeat was caught in your throat, like you had swallowed a hummingbird and it was looking to escape. 

“Oh, Jongho…” You said in awe of the picture he cut in the warmth of your candlelight.

“I have been trying to find the right moment to tell the others but I cannot hold back any longer. You saved my body and now I want to pay you back with that body. I must mate with you. I need to be inside of you,” Jongho begged, his eyes looking desperate.

“They will only hate me more!” You protested, “Don’t put me in that position, Jongho.”

Jongho shook his head. “I will not let them.” He placed a hand on the door that stood at your back, trapping you against it. “You protected me once, let me protect you now.”

Your last shred of protesting was cast aside then. So used to the cold attitude the majority of dragonkind treated you with, you caved under the need to be loved. You pressed your body and your lips to Jongho and he moaned into your mouth. "I'll take this offering of your body," You said in between eating up those plush lips of his.

"Please take me," Jongho whined again.

It was your turn to push while Jongho receded. Soon, the back of his legs hit the lounge you had in case your visions came on while looking into the embers or tossed the toe bones. He sat down heavily and you pulled up your diaphanous skirts to straddle Jongho’s leg.

Your forefinger traced Jongho’s collarbones and then both your hands raked your nails down his chest, pulling at his tight and sensitive nipples. Jongho let out a guttural grunt and you licked your lips in anticipation. 

"What's this, Jongho?" You reached in between your body and his and found his cock standing to attention. It twitched in your hands and Jongho whimpered.

"It's yours, it's all yours," Jongho babbled.

"Mine?" You asked, interest coating your voice, "Don't you share this with others? Perhaps they might protest, hmmm?"

Jongho shook his head, his cheeks jiggling at his alacrity. "Yours, yours, yours, for tonight, my body is yours."

You started to pump his cock in your hand. Jongho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and the back of his head hit the back of the lounge. "Please, your touch is so good. Feels so good." Jongho takes a moment to swallow and breathe out and he sounded like he was drowning in lust. "D-don't make me come in your hand. Mercy, please."

You languidly pumped his cock. "Are you truly asking for mercy?"

"No," Jongho admitted quickly and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "I want you to ruin me for everyone else."

You leaned down to whisper into Jongho’s ear. "I could have you bent over on my bed, tongue in your ass and hand wrapped around your dick, making you fall apart for me but that is not mating, is it, my pet?"

When you pulled back, Jongho looked up at you with shiny, bright brown eyes. "No."

"Then," You brought his cock to your entrance and rubbed it against your leaking hole, "Let's join and become one, hmmm?"

Your own skin was feverishly hot, feeling the need for Jongho as much as he had for you. It wasn't until you pushed down on him that you felt some sort of relief. 

Jongho’s hands flew to your hips, holding you there. "Wait, wait, I've wanted this for too long, let me--let me drink it in."

You lasted all of two seconds staying still before you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. "Please?"

"You forget your place," You said in a guttural tone as you began to weave your hips in a figure eight shape. "You said you were mine for the taking, remember?"

You turned Jongho’s face harshly and began to suck and lick up his neck. After each successful mark, you whispered "Mine" eliciting a shiver each time from Jongho.

When you finally get to his jawline you decided it was time to reward Jongho with a kiss to his lips. "Such a good pet, letting me take what I want from you, hmm?" You tugged at his bottom lip briefly with your teeth and he groaned for you again.

"I'm yours," Jongho whispered.

"Not until I take wholly what is mine," You growled.

You began a relentless pace, bouncing on Jongho’s cock. His whines were back, desperate and needy. "We will only be mated once you have come inside of me, Jongho. Need you to release your seed and then the deed is done."

You watched almost predatorily as the Adam's apple in Jongho’s throat bobbed up and down. "You--you first!" He said with a warbled shout.

You hooked a finger through Jongho's chained necklace and pulled him closer to you. "Was that an order?"

Jongho flinched at the sound of your dangerous purr. "No…"

“Then you will come. Now,” You commanded.

Jongho held you down on his cock and spurted inside of you, his noises of satisfaction and neediness filling the air. You slowed down your pace to simply winding your hips as Jongho came down from his high but you didn’t stop. His fingernails dug into your ass soon, however. 

“Too much,” He said through gritted teeth.

“Too much?” You smiled, “Didn’t you say you needed to be inside of me? Didn’t you want me to come too?”

Jongho nodded but whimpered at the overstimulation of his cock. The urge to pull yourself off of him and kiss and lick his cock surged through you; to have another dragon in your thrall touched a side of you that you didn’t know had the potential to develop but you suppressed it. You needed to seal the deal. You knew it in your bones that this was a joint mission.

So you pushed Jongho’s hair out of his face and kissed his nose, his cheeks, even his eyelids until his whines of overstimulation became groans of a second climax. “You can do it for me, pet, you can endure it so that I can come for you, right? You’re doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this, hmm? You trust me right?”

Jongho’s eyes were vulnerable and it was as if he was removing all of his layers to you and only you. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then let’s go again, shall we?” You nuzzled your nose against his and he nodded. 

You began to build your pleasure back up, brick by brick, thrust by thrust, until you were tingling again. Jongho was practically dripping out of you, and with your own slick adding to his cum, your room was filled with wet, lewd noises. 

Jongho was pussy-drunk again, however. His arms were lax at his side, his mouth open and drooling a bit, the only part of him truly moving was his pelvis muscles tensing for your bounce. “You’re so warm and wet,” He whimpered.

“You enjoy being inside of me that much, my pet?” You asked.

“I love your pussy,” Jongho moaned, his tongue coming out to lick at the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Then make this pussy come, Jongho,” You whispered sensually.

Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed cutely as he attempted to focus enough to aid you in coming. He pressed his lips together and fucked up into your pussy as you brought your hips downwards. When he started to hit that spongy part inside of you that was making you see stars, you knew you were getting close.

“Oh Jongho, just like that, hnnnnnn,” You started to whine as your climax got closer and closer and finally it bursted through you like a wave hitting a cliff. You dug your teeth into the meat of Jongho’s neck and dug your nails into his sides as you came hard.

Jongho was like a puddle below you, completely relaxed and satisfied in finally making you come. "My mate," he pouted.

You plopped down on the side of the lounge that was empty and Jongho laid with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your chest, the rest of his body in-between your legs. You carded you hands through his hair tenderly and Jongho's voice rumbled into your chest, "You're mine."

Tears came unbidden to your eyes. This was the scene, this was how you knew Jongho was your mate!

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share with the other’s just fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You had to assume that saving him had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be just my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well, for now at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

"Do you know for sure about the others?" Jongho wondered.

"I'll be honest, only Yeosang. I had a vision with him before I saved you."

Jongho rubbed his face further against your cheek and it brought out a low moan from you. Jongho smiled mischievously. "If I sucked your breasts through this dress would you be mad at me?"

"We need to sleep, greedy guts," You admonished him.

"Can I…can I sleep here? With you?" Jongho asked.

"Do you really want to be caught sneaking out of my rooms at dawn?" You chuckled.

"I want to sleep with my mate," Jongho admitted. 

"Alright, you can sleep here, but you cannot hide behind my skirts if someone catches you."

"Can I sneak under your skirts and show them how to take care of you before they get to have you themselves?"

"Jongho!" 

After the successful mating with Jongho, things seemed to get somewhat easier. With the possibility of you being a mate to the prince, the hushed conversations about you stopped, at least in public. Jongho must have spoken to the others on your behalf because Seonghwa was begrudgingly a little less cold to you. Yeosang began to take walks with you through the training yards to the stables. You thought perhaps he would be the next to succumb to the mating pull but it was someone else you did not expect.

You were frustrated with your abilities. The bad position you were in now with Seonghwa on top of things only pushed you to try the tools of the old oracles.

San accompanied you while you went on an outing to retrieve morning glories, the flower that your elder had said your predecessor had used. San carried the wicker basket as you two meandered the trails. You were pretty sure Jongho strong-armed San, perhaps literally, into joining you. 

"So Jongho sounds like he's hopelessly in love with you," San said in a voice that sounded both mocking and mean.

So you threw the same attitude back at him. "Sounds to me like you're a tad bit jealous."

That stopped San in his tracks and he lagged behind for a bit and then caught up with you. "I'm not jealous. I'm just saying, you've fooled him well," San insisted.

"If you think I've fooled Jongho, then I'm not sure you know your own mate, San," You scoffed.

San was silent for a time, seemingly chewing on your words. You found a group of morning glories and began to cut them from the vines they were growing on. Then he deigned to speak. "I'm only here as a witness, so when you speak of how you didn't get the right flower and that's why you didn't have your vision, I can confirm to the rest of my mates that you are indeed a fake."

You swept up your basket without another word and made the long trek back to the castle. San accompanied you every bit of the way, albeit more silent and focused on your reaction. It wasn't until you arrived back in front of your rooms that he spewed his final toxic words. 

"I hope for Jongho’s sake that your talents are true. Or do you need for me to fuck you too to prove it?" San threw a verbal dagger your way.

So you drew a real one. You let the flat of the blade play along the side of his neck. "You may have found me complacent and quiet when I had no standing in this clan but I am second only to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You may be their mate but I am the left hand of the prince. You would do well to remember that." You pushed San towards the opposing wall and rushed into your rooms. 

You carefully prepared the embers in the bronze bowl and consumed the morning glories by quickly folding them on top of your tongue. The green bitterness danced across your taste buds so you quickly looked down into the embers.

The body behind you was surely larger than your own. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this? He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

You moved over to the book and stand you were gifted to document your visions. You read over your words and quickly begin to rip out the pages. But what else were you to believe? You could feel the pain and love you had been feeling in that moment. You knew, without a doubt, that Yunho was one of your mates. And that was not good.

San may be distrustful but at least he'd look at you and speak to you. Yunho… you had barely exchanged a word with. Hongjoong had no choice but to take on your council but you had yet to speak to him one on one. But Yunho would not spare you a glance. You thought he was simply ignoring you completely until you came across him and Seonghwa speaking to each other before your morning meeting with the prince the next day.

"They simply adapted," Yunho insisted to Seonghwa. "They've learned better tricks and deceived us like they always have."

"I don't know, Yunho," Seonghwa said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "The air felt like it was full of energy. Even though she didn't have a vision, I had Yeosang take another fly around the area of the settlement and they found hunters. Whatever she's doing… it's saving lives. I don't think she's the sniveling worm you call her to be!"

"I know what she did with Jongho," Yunho said with a disparaging tone, "He was bespelled by her cunt. I doubt it's that good."

"Perhaps we can speak of this in a place that doesn't have ears on the walls?" Seonghwa suggested, tight-lipped and hesitant. 

Yunho nodded curtly and then put his hand against the wall, trapping Seonghwa between his body and the wall. "Don't let the thoughts of what we shared last night drive you too insane during your meeting," Yunho smirked and tilted his head.

Seonghwa smiled back, accepting a chaste kiss against the lips as an apology. "Nor you while doing your patrols."

They parted and you realized you better start moving or Yunho was about to witness you eavesdropping on him and Seonghwa. When Yunho passed you around the corner, his face was a mask of disacknowledgement; you might as well have been a ghost to him. 

"Ah, Oracle, good morning," Seonghwa greeted you, a nervous shake to his eyes apparent.

You walked past him and entered the room in which Hongjoong heard your opinions and news about his kingdom. Seonghwa coughed at the awkwardness of you ignoring his greeting. “I was wondering if you might look over this list of names of hatchlings, perhaps?”

“And why would a sniveling worm do that?” You bite with your words.

Seonghwa’s shoulders fell forward in defeat. “So you did overhear us. You have to excuse Yunho, he’s simply--”

“--an ass,” you finished Seonghwa’s sentence, “He’s being an ass, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa recovered his haughty expression. “That’s my mate that you’re calling an ass.”

You made eye contact with Seonghwa, who was full of all his dragon pride right now. “Yes, mine too.”

Seonghwa blinked profusely for a moment until your words sunk in. “Did the flowers work? Did you have a vision?”

“Would you even believe me if I said yes?” You couldn't help but let a bitter tone coat your tongue.

“That’s three of us now,” Seonghwa sounded contemplative. “Please, Oracle, look over this list. If you could tell us if we need to help any of these hatchlings before one of them gets sick…”

The hatchlings had done nothing wrong, they were innocent in simply being born of this world. They might grow up to become full adults and dragons, and look down upon you, but for now, they were innocent. You couldn't condemn them for their future, certainly. “I’ll look, Seonghwa. But not because you asked.”

A small smile twitched across Seonghwa’s face but then it was smoothed out and he was all business and pomp. “Here,” He offered the piece of scroll to you.

You took the paper and nothing set you off immediately. Your fingertip followed the line of names, the theme of flora being apparent with this brood. It wasn’t until your finger landed on the final name. Eunjoo. You felt a jolt of electricity run up your arm upon touching her name. 

“Seonghwa,” You called over to him softly.

Seonghwa came to your side, accidentally bumping your hip in the process and pushed you into a full vision. Your eyes went cloudy and then you collapsed against Seonghwa unexpectedly.

Seonghwa’s hand was over your mouth. His eyes were wide with fear of being caught. But that didn’t stop his dick from moving in and out of you. Your leg curled around his waist, urging him forward, meanwhile…“Where did those two go?” Hongjoong cursed out loud in the meeting room.

The two of you were in a random room adjacent from the meeting room, unable to keep your hands off each other now that the bond thrummed between you two. Seonghwa’s hips worked desperately between your legs, the horror of Hongjoong catching you two turning him on. You made worried noises against his palm but he shook his head at you, strands of hair falling into his face.

It was like you two were teenagers, hormone-driven and unable to stop yourselves. Your hands dug into the nape of his neck, needing something to tug as your climax threatened to spill over. 

“I will rake them over hot coals when I find them,” Hongjoong promised and then his heeled boots announced that he was gone.

“Seonghwa!” You whispered in urgency when he removed his hand from your mouth.

Seonghwa began to babble back. “Come, just come, love, please, I don’t think I can hold off any--”

You let out a sweet cry and clenched down on Seonghwa and then he was gone too, coming deep inside of you. The both of you were panting, exchanging air and kissing as you both came down from your highs.

“We can’t do that again,” You said with a sneaky smile.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” Seonghwa confirmed, a conspiratory smirk on his face as well.

Hongjoong was peering down at you when you woke up. Seonghwa had laid you on the floor while you passed out from the vision.

“Does she always faint?” Hongjoong cocked his head at you, a cold curiosity more than anything, like you were a bug he didn’t understand.

“I believe it was because she induced a vision last night. This one came from touching me. Hongjoong,” Seonghwa looked unsure, “I saw her eyes cloud over. It’s just like the scrolls--”

“Get her up,” Hongjoong snapped his fingers, interrupting Seonghwa’s thoughts. “We have work to do.”

Seonghwa knelt beside you but you held up your hands. “Please, one vision of you was enough.”

“I--” He looked pained at not being able to help you up.

You sighed heavily. “You know, don’t you.”

Seonghwa wouldn’t meet your gaze now. “I can…feel the bond…amongst other things…”

You groaned. “Great. Just do me a favor. Don’t tell Hongjoong. I don’t need to give him another reason to be against me.”

The meeting was…interesting. Seonghwa kept sending you sneaky little looks and Hongjoong was picking up that something was going on but he clearly didn’t know what, nor would his pride allow him to ask. 

Your feelings about Eunjoo had been correct. She had been somewhat of a runt of the group, and had hidden in the hatchling room under a mountain of blankets. She had consumed something she should not have and Mingi was beyond worried for the small dragon. You came to visit the little one, curious as to if your ‘feelings’ had been any help.

Mingi cradled the toddler dragon in his arms, feeding her a solution of herbs to aid her in her recovery. Your heart clenched at the paleness of the small child’s face but Mingi beamed up at you when you came to visit. 

“Thank you,” He said softly, “Because you caught onto her malady early, the healers say she will make a full recovery.”

Tears built up at the corner of your eyes. “I’m glad,” You said with a strained tone.

“I will whisper to her of the oracle that helped save her life,” Mingi promised, “She will know who to thank when she’s older.”

Then the tears began to pour. To have a new generation of dragons not look down upon you or your family meant more to you than you than perhaps Mingi understood. Or perhaps he understood perfectly well because his eyes were kind as he said it.

“Mingi…”

“Do you want to hold her? Skin against skin is the best for her right now, so she knows that someone is here supporting her while she is fighting the sickness.” Mingi’s eyes were solidly on yours, hanging off your next decision. 

You nodded wordlessly and Mingi deposited the infant in your arms. You cradled her and she frowned in her sleep. Mingi continued to dip his finger in the solution and let the baby suck it from his finger. The domestic scene was doing something to you, waking up a side of you that you had put to bed a long time ago. You had convinced yourself that you weren’t going to bring another child into this world that had to endure the cruelty of being dirt amongst the clan, but perhaps, if the tide was changing…

“You’re good with her,” Mingi interrupted your thoughts, smiling at you again, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons. “It bodes well for--”

“What are you doing?”

Yunho’s quiet but angry voice cut through the air, making both you and Mingi jump. “Yunho, she saved Eunjoo!” Mingi protested.

“She probably poisoned her in order for it to seem like she saved her,” Yunho accused you.

You wordlessly gave Eunjoo back to Mingi and stood up. “I may be a lot of things, Yunho, but to accuse me of harming the hatchlings is going too far.” Your heart was both hurting and beating erratically. 

Yunho used every inch of his height difference against you. “I am going to expose you for the fraud you truly are,” Yunho vowed, dark eyes looking down his nose at you.

You couldn't help but grin maniacally back up at him. “And when you’re wrong? What will you do then?”

Yunho’s eyes burned with a pure hatred for you. Clearly coming across you with Mingi and the hatchlings had triggered something inside of him. “That day will never come,” Yunho spat.

“Oh, what’s this, are you an oracle too?” You smirked.

Yunho narrowed his eyes, spun on his heel and was out just as quickly as he was in. 

You had been regularly sleeping with Jongho, relieving the tension you both felt through your bond. The two of you were worried about the others. Mingi, Yeosang and Seonghwa were won over but San, Hongjoong and Yunho were still staunch in their separation that they would not be included. From what Jongho told you, it was affecting their bonds with each other as well. So when San showed up at your door, almost a deja vu of when he helped you get flowers, you were both surprised and not. It had Jongho written all over it again.

San was leaning against the door frame when you opened your door, looking up at you, head lowered and an inquiring eyebrow lifted up. "Good morning, Oracle."

"And to what do I owe this favor, oh esteemed mate of my mate?" You said dryly.

"Jongho still doesn't shut up about you saving him in human form. He also said that you only go to the training grounds when the other warriors aren't practicing. He thought that perhaps if you went along with me that the clan might accept you training among them," San said, cheek perched to the side in unsureness. 

Your throat was tight with emotion. Jongho was going above and beyond as a mate, or so you felt, and it was really making your heart burst with love for the dragon. "Jongho is very kind," You opted with.

"Well, I have better things to do, but apparently, if I don't do this, I'm not getting any from him so here we are," San threw his hands up in the air and began to walk down the hall.

The other dragon warriors were wary when you entered the training grounds with San. They eyed him cautiously but spat on the ground as you passed. The muttering and grumbling that trash was now on the grounds were low but still audible. Some warriors put their weapons away and actually left. You tried really hard to not let it hurt your newly healed heart. San, with his ever watchful eye always looking for your reactions, remained silent, as was his way.

It became easier as the days passed. Soon, the other warriors either avoided coming to the grounds when you were there or grew used to your presence. San was the only one who truly became more and more sour as time passed. He attacked with a fervor that most would leave for an actual enemy and you were really starting to think that he might think you are one.

Still, you benefitted from practicing with San. Your father was well into his silver years, so he couldn't practice with you and so you had been limited to the dummies on the grounds. Being able to pit muscle against muscle, technique with experience really stretched your abilities to the max. And even though San's attitude was worse with each day, your spirits rose. Perhaps if San would acknowledge your skills, the other warriors might change their mind, maybe even Yunho--

San interrupted your thoughts by giving you quite a nasty cut on your arm as you were distracted. You saw his mouth move, probably giving some kind of mocking excuse for his bad manners. It was the training grounds, not a battlefield where there was no holding back. Your vision became red. 

With a wild yell, you charged at San with your sword raised. San's eyes widened in surprise but still muscle memory kicked in and he blocked, but his muscles strained a bit to do so. You tried a large undercut sweep but San managed to jump backwards, curving his body to avoid the sword.

"Oracle," San chuckled nervously, "I'd almost swear you--" He yelped as he raised his broader blade to halt another swing of your sword.

When the overhanded strike was stopped with San's high block, sweat started to bead his hairline. You tried for more technique, faking a strike and instead thrusting forward. San had to avoid your blade, barely redirecting your blade with his. "Seriously, you're going to--" He grunted with effort to parry another thrust, the shing of the sword as the tip pinged echoing in both your ears.

That's when you decided you needed to disarm San. You prepared another swing in which both of your blades had to dance in a circle together, and then with a sharp twist of your wrist, San's blade was sliding across the straw-strewn stones.

San held his hands up in defeat. "I almost might be impressed with th--" He made a loud oof as you kicked him square in the chest.

You were on top of San as soon as he hit the ground, your body straddling his body as you brought your personal dagger to his throat. This time you didn't use the flat of the blade but the edge that you always kept razor-sharp. It pricked his skin and a small line of blood trailed down his glowing skin. 

"Do you yield?" You growled.

"Does any dragon ever yield? Yielding is death!" San denied, sounding quite strained.

You brought the tip of the dagger under San's chin. "I've had enough of your shit attitude, San. Either you yield to me or I stop coming to these practices and Jongho starts withholding himself from you again."

San looked bewildered. "You would do that?" he said in a higher pitched voice.

You laughed mirthlessly. "That's the least I would do, warrior."

San hooked both of his legs around yours and threw his weight so that he could flip the situation. Now he was on top of you, your dagger knocked out of your hands. He may have the upper hand in the fight but he had revealed something that he should have kept hidden. 

You smiled slowly in cockiness. "Did you get turned on by my prowess?"

"That's nothing," San denied immediately. You noticed a small pout that had never graced his lips before when he spoke to you. He was all sharp looks and this held such a curve to his mouth it almost looked kissable. "Adrenaline can make a man hard, that's all." 

"Hard for a woman that you hate?" You said lowly, "That must hurt your warrior pride."

"I'm not--" 

You took the moment to flip again, legs clamped on either of San's slim waist. 

With an indignant shout, San flipped you again just as fast. "If you don't stop interrupting me, I am going to wrap my hands around that pretty neck of yours and test your ability to hold your breath."

You cocked your head in question. "No, I don't think that's how that would work."

"Don't think--" San began to get flustered and stumble over his words, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

You pushed San's shoulder gently and he allowed you to lead him to his back. "There's no one here, San, didn’t you notice?"

San didn't look around but instead kept his eyes solidly on you. "I noticed."

"You know, instead of me keeping Jongho away from you, you could have him, but I could have you too."

San scoffed, but his eyes kept leaving and meeting yours. "Ludacris. Why would I do that?"

You sat fully back on San's pelvis, allowing your plush ass to really sit down on San's still rock hard cock. San whimpered, biting down hard on his lip but let the flesh go slowly. When you took a moment to grind, winding your hips. San's hands find your hips, swallowing down his low moans at the stimulation. 

"Perhaps that's why, San," You provoked him.

"Why are you so hot when you're this angry? I know you don't have a dragon form but your rage is red-hot like one," San said in pure confusion.

"I could take you on the training grounds right now and you wouldn't say no, would you?" You hummed, finger following a path along his breastplate.

San's adam's apple was moving up and down as he clearly attempted to find moisture in his mouth. "You…you would do that?"

"Only if…” You considered for a moment, if it was worth having a vision while San, who hated you, was watching over you. It had convinced all the others. And if you were being honest with yourself, it didn’t feel right to sleep with San without confirming first that he was indeed your mate.

“Only if…?” San prompted you for you to continue your sentence. 

“Do you know what happens if I touch you?” You asked softly.

“You fuck me?” San answered, head empty except for thoughts of sex, clearly.

You snorted. “There’s no going back with my visions, San.”

San’s face grew hard and sharp, similar to the San that was desperate for you to be a fake oracle. “I don’t believe in your stupid visions.”

You let out a sigh. “Here goes nothing then.” 

You cupped his face and then your eyes went cloudy and you collapsed against San’s chest.

"Are you sure you really want to be there?" You said in a condescending tone.

San whined between your legs, tongue out flat, and head worrying back and forth in response. 

"You sure, little flame? I'm not feeling the enthusiasm from you." You squeezed his head with your thighs. 

With a growl, San gripped both of your thighs tightly, went on his knees, and drove your back into the headrest of your bed. His arms strained as he held you aloft, tongue deep into your cunt. You could feel your walls parting for his eager tongue.

"Gonna make me come? Gonna show me how a good little flame makes his Mistress come?" You crooned.

San tongue-fucked you to completion, making your toes curl and screamed his name. When he was done, your back scraped against the headboard as he let you go but remained kneeling in front of you. 

"I hate you so much," he cursed, using the back of his hand to wipe your wetness from his face.

You chuckled lowly. "Hate me so much you'd eat me up like I'm your last dinner, huh?"

San's eyes were dark but he rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands and made out with you. "I love you so fucking much, I can hate you a little bit," San whined.

You felt the love through your bond, so you knew San was being playful. "Well then, I hate you so much, I'm going to give you the suck of your life."

San's eyes became hooded. "I hate your mouth on me."

"I hate you too, little flame."

"Oracle?"

When you came to, San's hand was on your head, supporting it against his chest. "Did you…" he almost choked on his words.

"I'm--" You swallowed down a moan, your sex feeling swollen from your vision. "San."

"Fuck me?" San said in a whiney voice.

You lifted your head. "Are you admitting that you believe in my visions?"

San grinned, part bashful, part cocky. "Will that get my cock inside of you?"

You rolled your eyes and sat back up. "I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you."

"I get that a lot."

One night, when you dared to have a secret rendezvous with Seonghwa after a meeting gone late and Hongjoong dismissed you both, you woke up with a feeling of dread in your stomach. You left Seonghwa lying like a starfish on the table and moved to the nearest balcony. You thought perhaps you needed fresh air. Even still, you could not shake the heavy feeling that something was wrong. And then the vision hit you.

“Ah!” A man with red hair who you had never seen before yelled as a whip with a cruel metal cap tore a strip from his back.

“Just give it up already! We know you’re a dragon. Transform!” 

“I don’t…know what…you’re talking about!” Insisted the redhead through clenched teeth.

Another man, one without the whip, slapped the redhead being tortured. “We’ve been watching you for days! Where is your clan?”

The dragon being tortured spat on the floor. “On their way to turn you into bones they’ll have to pick out their teeth.”

The whip hit once, twice, three times and the dragon’s back tightened in pain. “I like it! Hit me more!”

The man with the whip hesitated. “Is he crazy?”

The other man slapped the accused dragon several times more, until blood fell from the dragon’s mouth. “No, he’s just trying to throw us off. Leave him here to mull in his thoughts.”

The two torturer's left the basement and you saw a sign that said “the red belly of the beast”. 

You came back too, hanging a little too precariously from the balcony. Lucky for you, because you threw up any food you had in your stomach. Fighting you could endure, but that level of torture was inhumane! It had to be hunters again but you didn’t recognize the dragon who was being tortured. Then why would you be shown this image? Unless…

“Father, this is Wooyoung.” You tugged forward Wooyoung to finally meet your father. He was actually the first dragon you were introducing to your family. You were growing to love and adore Jongho and Yeosang and Seonghwa, but Wooyoung was different. He didn’t have any relation to the clan so you knew it would be less scarring to introduce him to your father first.

“Wooyoung, huh?” Your father peered up at Wooyoung, rocking in his chair by the fire.

Wooyoung looked a bit embarrassed but smiled nonetheless. “Your daughter, she saved me.”

Your father grinned fiercely, pride clearly written across his face. “I taught her all I knew. She fights for her mother’s honor.”

“Father, I fight for our family,” You insisted, feeling emotional.

“You fight for your life,” Your father said gruffly, breaking eye contact with you and bringing a finger to his eyes to wipe away the happy tears.

Wooyoung, in his typical fashion, began to animatedly retell the story of when you saved him. Your father hung on every word, laughing and gasping in all the right places. And when Wooyoung finished his story, your father grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and then yours and brought them together.

“Your mother… she would have loved him like a son, Spitfire.”

You began to cry and hug your father while Wooyoung started to joke about the nickname Spitfire, doing his best to make you feel better. Wooyoung was your comfort when you needed it the most. He loved you unconditionally and he was yours, solely. 

“Oh my god,” You attempted to collect yourself. You didn’t have time to cry or worry. Wooyoung was your mate and you needed to go save him.

You ran to your rooms for Rosa’s Bane, then to the stables, whispered an apology to the sleepy horses and you were racing out of the compound. When you had saved Jongho, you had only gotten there in the nick of time. You weren’t sure how much time you had with Wooyoung but you had a bad feeling that it was too late to stop those scars on his back. 

The moon was high and left your path clear. You had no idea where this tavern was but you had spent enough time with your mates to know how to follow your bond. You and Yeosang often played a game together, where you took turns fleeing and hiding and finding each other through the bond--involved some quiet masturbation and passionate sex upon finding each other--however, it had taught you how to find your mates no matter what.

It was difficult on the back of a horse, however, and more so with someone you had not truly bonded with. It was becoming hard to separate your pull from Jongho, Yeosang, Seonghwa and San from Wooyoung. You doubled back several times and grew frustrated at your progress. The only thing that drove you was that the longer you took to find Wooyoung, the more scars he would have on his back.

Just when you thought that perhaps this was impossible and maybe you should have grabbed one of your dragon mates, your bond pulled hard and it made you gasp with how much fear and pain was coursing through you. You knew without a doubt where Wooyoung was so you raced in the direction that was filled with hopelessness.

The swing of the sign of the tavern almost mocked you as you approached it. The noises spilling from the door were merry and bright and it only made your rage burn brighter that these hunters were taking delight in their evening when your mate was suffering below in the basement.

You carefully pulled back the cellar door and crept down the stairs, silent but angry. Upon a quick glance, they had left Wooyoung to further stew in his wounds. A fire cast light on Wooyoung’s back and it took all of your self control not to gasp in pure horror. His back was practically shredded. His head was cast downwards and when you tipped his head back to look Wooyoung in the eyes, his face was beaten to almost beyond recognition.

"Wha did you com'er fur?" Wooyoung slurred his words because of his fat lip and more than likely the blood lose, "Come t'see how ter properly beat a dragon?" And through all his pain, Wooyoung smiled with such fierceness that you knew without a doubt: his body may be broken but his spirit was not.

"I've come to save you, brave boy," You cooed.

Wooyoung perked up immediately upon hearing your words. "Save me?"

The dumb hunters, comfortable in their surroundings, left the keys to Wooyoung’s manacles on a table where their torture tools were. You resisted the urge to destroy those tools; your sole mission was to save Wooyoung. Wooyoung collapsed upon you when you released him, and even then, each step for him was beyond painful.

And still Wooyoung asked, "What's a beautiful girl doing in a dump like this?"

You laughed in pain, out of breath to even get him to the stairs. "I see the future. You're my mate. I came to save you."

"That sounds pretty plausible. I knew my face was too pretty to be wasted on death." Wooyoung groaned when he lifted his foot for the first stair.

"Save your breath and help me get your pretty face up the damn stairs," You grunted. 

The cuts on his back made it near impossible for him to walk. It took everything in you to get up those stairs with Wooyoung. And still the hunters continued to make merry in the tavern. You swore on your sword that you would come back with Jongho and he would burn the place to the ground with his dragonflame. 

Wooyoung was in no state to go back to the clan with you. You pushed him up on your horse, his belly along the back of the gelding and you walked away from that tavern, putting one step in front of the other. 

With all the time you spent with Seonghwa and Hongjoong in the meeting room, you had learned quite a few clan secret locations that any dragon could retreat to if the situation arose. There was a cottage built in a mountain. The legends told of how the mountain used to be filled with moving rock, hotter than even dragonflame. The mountain had long lain dormant and the cottage was a refuge for any dragons who required it.

The only healing you knew of was the bare minimum a warrior learns to stay alive until a healer can be summoned. Lucky for you, Wooyoung was a bit of a healer himself. So under his instructions, you fashion a poultice to sit on his wounds. Wooyoung faded in and out of consciousness and you could not afford to abandon him. 

Luckily, you didn't have to leave, your clan found you.

A broad shouldered dragon entered the cottage where you had been humming to Wooyoung, who was in a blessed healing sleep. "San!" You shouted in elation and threw yourself at him.

You started to cry, pulling him as close to you as you could. "Please help me. I can't bring Wooyoung back myself, he'll tear open his wounds. Please help him!"

San pulled back, looking beyond confused. "Who is he?"

During the few painful hours when Wooyoung was conscious, in order for him to focus away from the pain, he told you who he was. Wooyoung, a clanless dragon, brought up amongst witches. It was how he had his knowledge of healing but also of who he was. Wooyoung may be clanless but he was not lesser. 

"You saved someone you didn't even know?" San looked stunned, "You saved another dragon?"

That stunned look never left San's face. He transformed and transported Wooyoung back to the clan. You followed below on the trusty gelding and before you knew it, you were back home with your new mate. But there was much more to answer for.

"Where did you find her?" Hongjoong demanded soullessly. His cheek was smooshed against his palm as if he had better things to do than to listen to why you left.

"No doubt tricking another poor dragon into giving up his cock to her," Yunho said with all offense, lips pursed and refusing to look at you.

"Yunho!" Yeosang scolded his mate.

"Well?" Hongjoong demanded a second time, this time unfolding his legs and stamping his foot impatiently.

"She saved a clanless dragon," San declared. His chin was raised, almost challenging anyone to argue his facts. His fists were clenched at his side.

Jongho came up beside you and his palm slid against yours to hold your hand. "Don't you ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, Jongho," You said, looking at his side profile.

"I think you owe an apology to more than just Jongho," Hongjoong interrupted.

You cleared your throat. "I'm sorry, Your High--"

Hongjoong cut you off. "Not to me, you witless fool, to your other mates!"

Yeosang had his arms crossed over his chest, clearly fighting with trying to not look upset or worried. You met eyes with Seonghwa, who let you see exactly how betrayed he felt. San still stood to your other side, arms quivering with how hard he was shaking. 

"I am sorry for leaving without telling anyone. All I could think about was saving Wooyoung. I won't ever do it again," You said with a rough voice laced with emotion.

"That's right, you won't ever do it again," Hongjoong declared, "Because you will spend every night with one of us, at least."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "But, we don't know--"

"What?" Yunho's quiet rage cut through everything. "Don't tell me you're starting to believe her lies?"

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at Yunho. "Do you not believe she is mated with Jongho? I witnessed him barely restrained by Mingi and Yeosang when you stated that she fled because she couldn't keep up with the lies anymore. He would have punched you for such an insult, Yunho. I myself held Seonghwa as he wept, worried that perhaps his inability to tell me of her was what finally drove her from our clan. San abandoned his duty to find her. We are all mates, Yunho. Do not tell me you didn't feel what I felt through their bonds."

Yunho's lips tightened further in anger. "I will not be a part of this."

Hongjoong laughed, a dangerous noise that made everyone in the throne room shudder. "No?"

"Yunho," Yeosang went to the only naysayer in the room. "Stop."

"When you say at least," You said nervously. 

Hongjoong's dark eyes swung back to you. "Why, you have to take care of Wooyoung, do you not? He is your mate after all, didn't you say?"

The next few weeks were a bit of an adjustment. You had spent most of your life living amongst your hatchling sisters, never having a moment to yourself, but they were your family. You had grown spoiled to your singular rooms, your sanctuary away from anyone. Now, not a moment where you were left alone. It wasn't necessarily that you weren't trusted, but to make sure that if you did have another premonition and you did have to rush into action, there would always be a dragon mate with you.

The only one truly upset with this situation was Yunho. 

The first night he found himself in your rooms, he dragged a chair into your room, put the back against the door, and stayed there the entire night. The second instance he watched with emotionless eyes as you tended to Wooyoung, who was healing progressively well.

"Some day I'm getting off my stomach and getting you on your back," Wooyoung said as you straddled his butt and applied more poultice to his back.

"Wooyoung," You scolded him, laughing at both his audacity and the nervousness of setting off Yunho. 

"You've mated with everyone else you've had a premonition with, it's not fair," Wooyoung groaned.

You cleared your throat, well aware that was entirely untrue. 

"No, she hasn't," Yunho's voice rumbled from his spot near the fire.

"I'll excuse your ignorance but she hasn't had a premonition with Mingi, even though it's clear he adores her regardless," Wooyoung replied flatly.

"I'm not talking about Mingi," Yunho corrected the clanless dragon.

Wooyoung turned his head to the side, the back of his hand lying against his cheek. "Sweetheart?"

"How do you know?" You demanded towards Yunho in a gruff voice.

Yunho laughed mirthlessly, tossing his head back like you had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You don't think I feel the bond? Or is it you that cannot feel it because you aren't even a dragon?"

Wooyoung growled underneath you and you caressed the small of his back to calm him. "Wooyoung, don't."

"Even if you can't transform, that doesn't make you less of a dragon than him!" Wooyoung protested.

"I know, my brave boy, but it's not worth fighting Yunho on it. He can't be swayed."

"Maybe it is."

"Wooyoung, what are you saying?" You moved to get off your mate and off the bed.

"Hey Grumpy Scales, you ever think of fucking your anger out on the Oracle?" Wooyoung posed the question like he was asking Yunho if he ever considered eating blueberries for breakfast.

"I wouldn't touch her even if Seonghwa refused me his body. I am not San."

"No, you're certainly not. San has better shoulders and he isn't an idiot. Even he was convinced that being my sweetheart's mate isn't the worst fate. In fact, he's quite enjoying his nights now."

"Wooyoung," You attempted to hush your mate for a second time. 

Yunho stood up, the fire giving him a red aura that was actually less intimidating than the actual face Yunho bore. "San is caught up in the trap. You all are."

" ‘Cept me, or weren't you listening? I believe in her and her powers. I love her. I haven't slipped my cock into her tight, wet heat yet, however. Nor has Mingi. So how do you continue to feed yourself on a lie that's unfounded, Grumpy Scales?"

"Tricked," Yunho shook his head but his face was already less tight than it was before Wooyoung spoke. 

"Mmm, I do love a good trick," Wooyoung chuckled, "You know, if you sat on my hand in the right way, I might be able to--"

"You will not be doing anything in front of me," Yunho snarled. 

"Wooyoung, I would like to not die tonight," You said in a hushed tone.

"Oh, but if you slept with the oracle, wouldn't you be showing everyone that you can fuck her without getting caught in her web? Won't that be interesting to find out that you're the strongest of them all, hmmm?" Wooyoung hummed. "All that wonderful wet pussy just for you, right Grumpy Scales? I bet she quivers for you."

"If you weren't injured, I'd be slapping you right now, Wooyoung, I beg of you, stop!"

"You will not be trapping me," Yunho announced. He was… suddenly very close to the bed.

You carefully turned around. You could not give Yunho your back. It went against your instincts. "Yunho, I trap no one."

"You've trapped Seonghwa," Yunho stared right into your soul with his dark eyes, "You don't think I've felt what Yeosang's felt when he's sliding his cock down your throat? You don't think Seonghwa's told me of being between your thighs, and sighing like he's talking about slipping into Mingi or being fucked by Hongjoong? You don't think I've heard you with Jongho, calling him your pet? How dare you lord over a dragon as if you were more than what you truly are? How dare San submit to you when he knew of your tricks."

Yunho was so close to you that you could feel the puffs of his breath hit the top of your head. "Is he right?"

"Wooyoung is wrong," You stated immediately.

"You're quivering for me right now." Yunho looked down his nose at you, his eyes hooded.

Your entire body was covered in goosebumps. You felt the pull in your bond, the lust spreading through your nerves. Your mate was calling for you to mate with him. Whether it was subconscious or not, Yunho now wanted to fuck you. Or was it Wooyoung? A quick glance showed that Wooyoung had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips.

"I do not want to mate with a dragon who thinks I am worthless," You hissed, holding back your need for Yunho by only a spider thread.

"Perhaps," Yunho licked his lips in what you could only describe as a predatory way, "There's something of you that isn't worthless."

The shame and lust that filled your veins was undeniable. You could slowly feel your resolve crumble beneath Yunho's stare. "That will bond us, Yunho. I know you don't want that."

Yunho chucked his fingers under your chin and you swallowed in response. "I am already bound to you through my mates. I cannot get rid of you, you've proven that with your little fleeing scene. So you will submit to me because you want it and it's the only thing I'll allow between us."

"Yu--" 

Your words were cut off as Yunho moved his fingers to wrap around your throat. "I don't want to hear my name from your mouth one more time. You simply need to nod or shake your head. You are simply a hole for me, oracle."

This was it. This was your chance to decline, to scoff at him and tell him your worth, just like you had done with every single other dragon since you became oracle. The only one you should submit to was Hongjoong. But there was a look in Yunho's eyes that spoke of how much he wanted this. Wooyoung had been right. Yunho wanted to take his frustration out on you and he wanted to benefit from it. He wanted the high ground over you and you were about to concede to him. 

You nodded and Yunho slowly smirked. "That's what I thought."

Yunho stripped you of your clothing until you were stark naked. His clothing remained on. He guided you to your lounge and made you go on your hands and knees there. His nimble fingers found your folds and he chuckled darkly at the discovery that you were drenched. "Surely that's not for me, whore?"

You pressed your lips together, trying to keep within the rules that Yunho laid out. You were certain that if you broke them, he would stop, or worse, leave. You urged your ass back onto Yunho's fingers as your only response. 

"Ridiculous," his disbelief came as a rumble from behind you, "Wet for what? Because I put you in your place? Because you get a new cock inside of you? Or are you just an eager whore all the time?" You whined as his fingers brushed your clit. "Listen to the noises you make, you are an eager whore. I could have you coming over my fingers embarrassingly quickly, I imagine. How anyone else finds you alluring enough to fuck you will be beyond me. Are you wet enough to take me?"

You nodded and Yunho was busy undoing his pants. He rubbed his cockhead against your folds. You hissed as he sank into you. It was a stretch for you, you had to admit, but it was a damn good stretch. Yunho's fingers sank into the flesh of your ass until he bottomed out. 

"Just a fucking hole," He growled and then started to nudge himself inside of you.

The loudest moan imaginable escaped your lips as he moved inside of you. The feeling of being stuffed, the feeling of that large cock moving against your walls, was truly like nothing you had felt. You weren't sure if you should be worried on how clouded your mind was, narrowed down to simply getting fucked by the man that utterly hated you.

Yunho's large body practically loomed behind you. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this?" He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

Your vision dimmed, fuzzy black waves clinging to the edges as Yunho denied you any air. You could feel your climax building and you knew you were about to come undone for Yunho and he had not even shown any signs of being ready to come. Was he going to use you more than once, was he--

"Yunho, I've brought you some food--"

Mingi's eyes grew wide and dropped the tray he had brought. The hatchling caretaker ran into the room and pulled Yunho back, before either of you could finish. Your air came rushing back and you gasped it in.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mingi accused Yunho. Mingi’s large hand came to your back to rub you through your shaking breaths. 

A true vision overtook you, eyes growing cloudy and you slumped forward on the lounge.

Mingi's hands rubbed your overextended stomach. A smile of pure happiness was there before he bent over to kiss your stomach. "It's a male. I just know it."

You laughed quietly. "Mingi, even I don't know if it's a male or female, and I'm the oracle."

"The elders say when a female is craving spicy foods that it is a male," Mingi insisted sincerely.

"Well, they also say when you crave sweets, it's a girl and I…what exactly do you think you're doing?" You demanded.

Mingi had begun to kiss down your belly, moving beyond your line of sight. "Are other parts of you swollen?" His deep low voice rumbled through your skin.

"Ming-mingi!" You stuttered, "I'm--"

"You're big with the hatchling. You can barely get off this bed without help. I can simply take advantage of that, can't I?" Mingi had arrived at his destination, tongue swirling along his lips before he kissed your lower lips.

"Oh fuck, Mingi, that's---hnnnn, that's lovely," You couldn't help but moan.

"You deserve to be rewarded for carrying our hatchling so well, don't you think?"

Your back arched as Mingi's lips sucked down on your clit. "Want--want you Mingi," You admitted softly.

Mingi's head popped back up above your head, a satisfied smile tugging his lips. "The elders say fucking a pregnant female helps with the hatchling arriving later."

You groaned and laughed at the same time. "Was that your intention with your visit today?"

"My intention was to ensure that you are well," Mingi replied, suddenly more solemn. "I want what's best for the mother of our children."

"Oracle?" Mingi sucked in his bottom lip in worry, cradling you in his arms as you presumably collapsed on your lounge.

"I'm here, Mingi," You assured him.

Your eyes sought Yunho's immediately but his back was to you two, near the door. "You take over, Mingi, I'm leaving."

Mingi's serious eyes followed Yunho until he left without a word. Then Mingi's disposition changed. "Did you have a vision of us? I am your mate? What did you see? Is that rude to ask? Should I not know my own fate?"

Your heart clenched with each step that Yunho took away from your rooms but you couldn't help but laugh at Mingi's questions. "A hatchling, Mingi. You kept saying that I was the mother of 'our' children."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "A hatchling? But you cannot carry the eggs, you cannot become a dragon, how--?" Mingi wiped a hand over his face in disbelief, "Truly? A hatchling?"

"I don't know when that occurred, Mingi, that could be years from now--MINGI!"

Mingi lifted you high above him in celebration. You should have realized that the dragon that took care of the hatchlings would be beyond excited to hear that you would be the mother of his children--your mates children? Who…?

"First thing in the morning, I will demand an audience with the elders. They've been bugging Hongjoong about an heir for years, they'll be happy to hear that you will carry our children!"

Mingi put you on your feet but your head was still in the clouds. Hongjoong mating with you? How could you manage such a thing? "Mingi, wait!"

Mingi's large hands encompassed your head in a gentle squeeze. "I will help you. With your vision and my magic tongue, we'll make it happen."

You frowned, not understanding. "Your tongue?" Then it hit you. He wasn't talking about convincing the elders, he was talking about-- "Mingi!"

Mingi's tongue caught between his teeth, looking quite pleased with himself. "Do you doubt me?"

You thought back to your vision and found that you couldn't disagree.

Whether it was your vision, or Mingi's magic tongue, it was declared that a formal event would be held before the court. Hongjoong was going to acknowledge that you were his mate, and mated with the others, before the entire clan. The preparations were made and it was decided that you would perform a Seeing with all that was present. There was no doubt in your mind that Hongjoong was your final mate, so it wasn't the ceremony you were worried about…

"Hey," Jongho met your eyes as you stood across from him before the large doors that would open soon and what seemed like the third beginning of your life was about to start. "I love you," he told you.

You leaned upwards to peck at his pink lips. "I wouldn't have any of this without you, you know that, right?"

Jongho's gummy smile, one of your favorite things about him, stretched across his face. "I can't take credit for your visions. I like how that sounds, though."

"Jongho, please," You whined.

Jongho wrapped his arms around you and squeezed until you squealed. He then peppered your face with kisses, scolding you between breaths. "You didn't say you loved me back!"

"I love you, Jongho," You said quietly.

A horn was sounded and that signified the commencement of the event. 

Jongho escorted you down the hard stone floor and helped you up the stairs but left you to join the rest of your mates. Hongjoong stood from his throne, beautiful and glorious in his power. He threw his arms open wide and began his speech.

"Today we celebrate our beloved oracle. Our clan has been gifted with one who can soar the skies of the future, having given up her second form in order to keep our clan safe. She has proven her abilities beyond reproach; she has saved my mates and her own from death. She has saved outlying clans, hatchlings, and she has even kept my body from danger. She has seen visions of each of her mates and our bonds have only grown stronger with her connection to us."

Hongjoong turned towards you and you locked eyes with him. "Today, we give the final proof for all to acknowledge. Today, our oracle will have a vision of my future, of my heir."

"Hongjoong," You whispered his name, finding your mouth void of any moisture.

A rare, special, and most importantly, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Hongjoong's mouth. "We've a bet, between us, Oracle. I hope you have a gentle vision of me because I wasn't planning on making the heir on this eve."

Were your mates betting on whether you had a vision full of sex with Hongjoong? It took everything in you to not send a glare over your shoulder. Men!

Hongjoong gentle grasped your hand and flipped it over to impart a kiss to your palm. Your eyes went cloudy and you fell into a vision. Hongjoong captured you in his arms, eyes on your face for when you woke up. 

"Youngho, you are a prince, not a demon!" You shouted at the small boy who was cackling ahead of you.

"Come catch me, Mama!" 

Your breath caught in your throat for the love of your son. His blue hair declared him his father's son, if his sassiness didn't prove it to you every day. You tried to love Youngho as fiercely and as strongly as your father had once gifted you with. You were certain that Youngho would not grow up to be the heart-scarred man that Hongjoong was. Your son would be happy upon his throne with his mates, you were determined to ensure he did not have a fate such as yours. 

"Let him be devious," Hongjoong declared beside you, "He has a mind for being tricky and he loves scaring you."

You pursed your lips together. "I carried him for nine months within me, Hongjoong. I will decide on whether he is allowed to get away with everything or not."

Hongjoong smiled, the same one your son sent you after he had burst from a bush and scared your wits from you. "Well, I put him in you. Isn't that enough reason to have a say on his upbringing?" You scoffed and Hongjoong's smile only grew bigger. A low chuckle came deep from his throat. "Perhaps you need a second hatchling to prove to you that it was me?"

"Prince Youngho, if you don't get off that balcony right now, I will tell Dadda that you are not allowed to visit the hatchlings for a week!" You said in a firm voice, still looking towards Hongjoong. "You have your heir, Your Majesty. Besides, didn't we agree that it was Seonghwa's turn to father a child?"

Hongjoong's grin was at full brightness, mischievousness achieved. And then his face blanked to the cold, haughty leader face you had once only known from him. "We'll have nine months before they know it."

This time you laughed, something that lured Youngho back to your side. "Mama, what are you laughing at?"

"Youngho, did you know," You told him, pushing your hands through his hair lovingly, "Your father tells the funniest jokes? He thinks he can hide things from your other fathers."

Youngho frowned heavily, peering up at his father. "Father, Papa says he can smell when you lie. Don't be silly."

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed, a belly laugh that seemed to be reserved for only his son. "Seonghwa does say that, doesn't he? I'm sorry for being silly, Spitfire."

Your emotions caught in your throat and you excused yourself, allowing Hongjoong a moment with his son.

"Oracle." Yunho approached you as you moved back to your rooms.

"Prince," You nodded curtly, your heart aching to reach out and touch your mate.

"It is my night with you," Yunho said primly.

"It is," You confirmed.

Yunho stepped closer to you, leaning in to speak to your ears only. "Don't get too wet for me, whore."

Your body was covered in goosebumps of shame and lust. Only one thing had changed in the years in which it took to conceive of Youngho, to nurture the young dragon to be capable of a loving prince, and that was that you had loved Yunho. But he still kept you at a heart's distance.

"Welcome back," Hongjoong greeted you as you rose from your vision.

You felt wetness on your cheeks and realized you had been crying. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I need a moment to collect myself."

Hongjoong's eyes traveled over every plane of your face. "What did you see?"

"A son," You choked out, "Youngho. He had your hair."

"A son," Hongjoong echoed back, looking both fierce and soft at the same time, somehow. His head snapped to your mates. "She says we will have a son!"

The crowd erupted into cheers. Hongjoong helped you up and raised your joined hands. "The oracle has declared there will be an heir and she will carry him!"

San and Wooyoung hugged in celebration. Yeosang slung an arm around Jongho's waist, both quiet in their happiness. Seonghwa and Mingi pressed their foreheads together, clearly excited for a hatchling. Yunho was not celebrating, however. His eyes were on yours, with a rage that only made lust curl within your stomach. You found that you could not meet his eyes any longer and broke contact. 

"So," Hongjoong said under his breath, "Was it gentle like Yeosang's or rough like Seonghwa's?" He began to lead you back through the hall. It had been agreed on that the nine of you would celebrate privately after the event.

"Gentle, Your Majesty," You admitted. 

Hongjoong smiled in triumph and it almost echoed the smile he had carried from your visions. "I knew it."

"And are you sharing your winnings with me, Your Majesty?" You said mirthlessly.

"Of course," Hongjoong bent his neck, acknowledging certain key members of the clan graciously.

"Of course?" You questioned his easy answer.

"My winnings is time with you and another of my choosing," Hongjoong revealed.

"You betted a damn--" The word threesome, it seemed, couldn't be spit out, "--the first time with me and another?"

"Seemed appropriate, at the time," Hongjoong shrugged.

"Who…" You cleared your throat, "Who did you pick?"

The large doors closed behind you and Hongjoong, a formality more than anything. The others would leave from the door behind the throne and join you in a room prepared for you all. 

Hongjoong let go of your hand and walked with both of his hands held  behind his back as he answered you. "Why, you are mine now, Oracle. And what's yours is mine as well now, it seems."

You made a noise of surprise. "You want Wooyoung? Why?"

"I want to be there, I want to be there to witness your first time with him. I want to be his first as well. I'm a greedy lover, you'll learn soon enough."

You felt like you had just been hit by a book. "Your--"

"--Hongjoong," The leader of your clan corrected you.

"Hongjoong!"

"There, much better." Hongjoong turned suddenly. "It's not going to be very fun if you continue to call me Your Majesty when I'll soon be filling you with my seed."

"Sweetheart!" Wooyoung screeched from the door where everyone was waiting. HIs grin said it all. "Hurry up! We have a bet to settle."

You swore you were going to pull every one of your mates ears in anger at having a damn bet about what kind of vision you were going to have with Hongjoong but the anger melted the minute you entered the room. You felt the overwhelming love and adoration through all your bonds and realized in this moment, you were the most loved you had ever been in your entire life. Perhaps it was worth a little silly moment of frustration.

Still, you couldn't help but scold them a bit. "If I see anyone betting about my visions in the future, I swear I'll make you all rue the day I became your mate!"

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The Joker-Jung Wooyoung

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Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!reader, Sex Demon!Wooyoung, Dirty talk, nightclubs, possesive Wooyoung, reader is referred to as 'my love,' by Wooyoung, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it

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"You're going to summon Wooyoung to ask him to go to a club with you?"

You sighed at Hongjoong's words, nodding as you swiped some sparkly eyeshadow over your eyelids. The demon was sitting in Seonghwa's lap, the two of them on your bed. They'd come to visit you together, now that they could. You'd learned that the two of them liked doing a lot of things together, including you. "Yes, and I'm not appreciating this judgemental voice you've got going on Hongjoong. Seonghwa thinks it's a good idea, right?"

"I mean. I don't know if I'd necessarily call it a good idea sweetheart. But Wooyoung will definitely be a good time," Seonghwa was running his fingers through Hongjoong's hair gently, "besides Wooyoung is a fantastic dancer. He's got those dancer hips."

You laughed and hummed softly to yourself as you finished off your eye makeup, "And, all Eric's friends will be there with their sexy dates, I need a sexy date of my own. Who better than Wooyoung?"

"Um," Hongjoong gestured between him and Seonghwa, hoping you'd be able to see it through the vanity mirror, "us? We're sexy too."

"You're very sexy Joong I agree, but you were the one that told me I should be summoning you guys more often remember? And Hwa told me that Wooyoung doesn't like to wait, so I'm not keeping him waiting."

Hongjoong grumbled "I did say that I guess."

You laughed and shook your head, turning to face the men. "Next time Hongjoong, I promise."

You'd never tell Hongjoong or Seonghwa that there was another reason you were summoning Wooyoung that night. Since you'd first summoned Seonghwa you'd been doing a bit more research of your own as to what exactly your boys were, who this enchantress was and how exactly you were going to stop them from having to start a new contract all over again after you'd summoned San. Everything seemed to be a dead end. You couldn't find much about the enchantress, not even in advertisements for the carnival, nor could you find much information about demons that matched the descriptions of yours. It seemed impossible to get answers.

At least that was until you'd called Wooyoung.

He'd become almost your confidant in all of this. As much as he liked to talk he also was a great listener and he happily sat there listening through the phone as you complained over the fact that you couldn't help them out of this situation.

Until he'd offered a solution. He knew where the enchantress was. At least, he knew where she lived and assumed that she would at least be there once-ish a week. And he'd tell you when you summoned him, too scared one of the others would overhear him.

And that was what you would do tonight. The club was mostly a cover so Hongjoong didn't get suspicious but you really were going there with Eric and his friends. It was just the last thing on your mind.

You finished your hair and makeup and stood up, making you way over to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, gently plucking the card out of Seonghwa's fingers.

"I suppose you'll want us to head off then?"

You nodded, smiling softly and leaning down to peck both Seonghwa and Hongjoong's lips, "Thank you. I promise we'll be safe and behave."

"We know you'll behave princess," Hongjoong smiled, stroking your cheek gently, "it's Wooyoung who we're worried about."

"I'll make sure he behaves."

The men laughed softly and each kissed you once more before they disappeared and you were alone once again. You checked yourself in your mirror once more before flipping the card over three times, beaming when Wooyoung materialised in front of you.

"You called?"

You rolled eyes with a laugh and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug "You came!"

"You were expecting someone else?" He laughed, patting your hair, "Of course it was me."

"Shut up," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Thank you for doing all of this for me."

"Going to a nightclub? It's not exactly out of my comfort zone."

You pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I know," he grinned and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, waving it in front of your face. "I'll give it to you after yeah? So we can have some fun when we're out."

You sighed but nodded. Wooyoung was right. You wouldn't be able to focus on anything but finding the enchantress if he gave you that paper now, and you deserved to have some fun, you both did. "Okay, you ready?"

He nodded and tucked the paper back in his pocket "Always."

~

Eric and his friends were already at the club when you and Wooyoung arrived and he bounded over to you both, throwing his arms around you, "Y/n! You're here," he raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung "with not Hongjoong."

You laughed and patted Eric's back, pulling out of the hug "No, this is Wooyoung. Wooyoung, this is Eric, my best friend."

Wooyoung nodded in recognition "Ah, Eric. Hongjoong's told me about you."

Realisation flashed through Eric's eyes and he mouthed a 'sexy demon?' At you before turning back to Wooyoung. "All good things I hope. Here, come with me so that you can meet everyone else," Eric led you both over to the small group sitting around a table. You slid into a chair next to one of Eric's friends Felix and waved at everyone else, having met them all before. "Guys, this is y/n, my best friend, you should all remember her. If you don't I'll have to cut you off. And this is Wooyoung, y/n's..."

"Boyfriend," Wooyoung finished Eric's sentence, flashing a wink your way "I'm her boyfriend."

Eric looked between the two of you for a bit before nodding, "Yes, her boyfriend. Wooyoung, this is Felix, Jisung, Sunwoo and Juyeon."

Wooyoung gave them all a wave before sitting down next to you "Nice to meet you guys."

Conversation seemed to flow between you all easily after that. Wooyoung was such a social butterfly and he seemed to get along with everyone well. He'd placed his hand on your thigh after he'd sat down and kept it there throughout the whole conversation, thumb rubbing across the skin gently. You didn't mind it, in fact you found it quite comforting, if a little distracting to your conversation with Felix.

Wooyoung tapped gently on your thigh and nodded his head to the dancefloor when you looked at him, "want to go dance?"

You nodded and stood up, letting Wooyoung lead you to the middle of the dancefloor and pull you close, beginning to sway you to the music, "I like them. Eric's friends, him too."

"Good," you had to raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music, "I think they like you to."

"Everyone likes me y/n."

You raised an eyebrow "Is that so?"

"I think you'll find it is yes. I have that natural charisma about me."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung's neck, "You sure that's not just because you're a sex demon?"

Wooyoung moved closer to you until he was pressed right up against you, his lips fanning over yours, "as your boyfriend, I am hurt by the lack of faith you have in my natural charms."

"Who said anything about you being my boyfriend Wooyoung."

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa are your boyfriends aren't they?"

You blushed so deeply at the question that you were sure Wooyoung could see it through the colourful lights of the club, "They aren't."

"Don't tell them that y/n, you'll break their hearts," Wooyoung was so close to you that you could feel every movement of his hips against yours as he danced.

"We've never spoken about it. I guess we should though..." of course you wanted Hongjoong and Seonghwa to be your boyfriends. You wanted them all to be your boyfriends. "Besides, I didn't think you had hearts."

"Oh we do have hearts... and mine?" He chuckled deeply and leaned to whisper in your ear, "mine burns for you."

You gasped at his words and Wooyoung pulled back with a grin to begin peppering kisses down your neck. It suddenly felt like the two of you were the only people on the dancefloor. Like all the other patrons had melted away. Like Eric and his friends weren't cheering for you. Like Felix wasn't cheering a little less than the others. Like there was no one in the world but you and Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung," you whispered, fingers curling into the front of his silky shirt.

"Just say the words my love," he spoke in between kisses, "just tell me that you desire me and I'm all yours."

You arched your body impossibly closer to his and nodded "I desire you Wooyoung."

Wooyoung grinned and pulled away from you, leading you off the dance floor and to and unoccupied area of the club, immediately pressing his lips to yours with a desperate hunger. His kisses were messy and hot and passionate and they made your head spin. It really felt like he couldn't get enough of you and he wanted you to feel the same. He wanted to fill your head with the thought of him so all you could think was Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.

And you kissed him back with just as much passion and want, fingers twisting through his hair and tugging to bring him impossibly closer to you. "Wooyoung please," you whispered in between desperate kisses, grinding your hips up to meet his.

"Please what my love?" He grinned wickedly, slipping his thigh between your legs and prompting you to grind down in it, "want me to touch you? Right here in this hallway where anyone could see us?"

You nodded quickly, dragging your clothed cunt against his thigh and whimpering quietly at how nice the pressure felt "Please Wooyoung...Please touch me."

He smiled again and nodded before pushing up your dress and sliding down your panties, his fingers sliding over your already wet lips and circling your clit "Gonna let me fuck you my love? Let me bury my cock in your sweet pussy and make you cum all over me right here? Would you like that?"

You nodded and Wooyung smiled as his slipped his fingers down to your entrance, only to find out that he could fit two in with absolutely no resistance, you moaning against his lips.

"Oh? Did someone already fuck you my love? Was it Hongjoong? Or Seonghwa? I know they were with you before you summoned me," there was a slight edge to his voice, but it was more playful than anything. He had no problem with sharing you with his lovers, it was sharing you with anyone outside of that which set Wooyoung's teeth on edge.

"Both," you moaned, clenching around Wooyoung's fingers, "they both fucked me."

"Yeah? Did they do a good job? Stretch you out nice and good for me?"

"Yeah, they did. They're so..." you were cut of by a moan as Wooyoung curled his fingers inside of you "big."

"I know, they're so fucking big my love. You know who else is so fucking big? Me."

You nodded, clenching around his fingers, "Please fuck me Woo, please."

"As you wish." Wooyoung removed his fingers from your pussy and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of it's confines, stroking it a few times. Your mouth dropped open as you watched him, he was certainly not lying about being big. "You ready y/n?"

"Please, please. I'm ready. Fuck we Wooyoung please."

He grinned and slid his hard cock along your wet lips before slipping inside of you with a groan. "So wet my love, gripping me so well...fuck! You feel so so good."

"Please move Woo, please."

And Wooyoung obliged, beginning to fuck into you with passion. His thrusts were precise and in that moment you realised Seonghwa was right, Wooyoung did have dancer's hips. He fucked into you hard and fast, drawing every moan, gasp and cry of his name from your lips. His fingers were relentless on your clit, drawing quick circles.

"That's it my love, keep moaning like that for me, let them all know who's fucking you so well." The edge to his voice was back, but it was much less playful then last time and his thrusts increased in speed, if that was even possible. "Like Felix, couldn't fucking keep his eyes off of you."

You didn't have time to process Wooyoung's words when he was fucking you so so well and you were so so close to tipping over the edge.

"You want to let him know who's fucking you so well my love? Come on, scream my name while you cum around me."

You came with a cry of Wooyoung's name, arching up into him as your pussy clenched sporadically around him. The feeling of it made Wooyoung reach his orgasm, groaning deeply as he spilled into you, forehead pressed against your own. "Fuck so good lovely, so so fucking good."

You sighed softly, patting Wooyoung's hair, "You too Wooyoung. Filled me up so well." You could feel Wooyoung grin into your neck and he kissed it gently.

"Thank you my love." Wooyoung slipped himself out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and then sliding your panties up your legs, kissing your thigh softly. "Want me to take you home now?"

You nodded, "Yes please Woo."

He smiled softly and kissed your lips "Alright. Let's get you home."

~

You woke up the next morning without Wooyoung in your bed despite the fact that you'd gone to sleep with him the night prior. You understood though, you hadn't woken up with Hongjoong or Seonghwa when you'd first summoned them so you expected it was something they just did.

It didn't make waking up alone hurt any less though.

You rolled into the space Wooyoung had been occupying the night before with a soft sigh, pressing your face into the pillow to try and breathe in some of Wooyoung's scent, only to come face to face with a piece of paper. You frowned and sat up, looking at the small note which was sitting on your pillow, the neat scrawl on the front reading: My Love

You smiled and opened it, a small piece of paper slipping out. You ignored for now it in favour of reading the letter.

My dearest y/n,

Please don't be sad that I'm not there when you wake up, I would give nothing more but Hongjoong says we can't stay the night until after we've had our first turn. It sucks and I don't know why that's the rule, but it is.

Anyway, just wanted to say that while I really appreciate what you're doing for us, please be careful. I am the last person to be lecturing you on safety, but the enchantress is dangerous even for us and we're literally demons. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.

Her address is on a separate piece of paper. According to some of my sources she leaves at nine every morning and gets back at about two pm.

Please be careful my love.

I adore you,

Your Wooyoung

You grinned as you picked up the separate piece of paper, squealing "Yes yes yes!! Thank you Wooyoung you gorgeous man you!"

You were going to find the enchantress. You were going to find out why the boys were under this contract with her. You were going to find out how to get them out of it.

You were going to make sure you didn't lose them.

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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

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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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[Demon!Kang Yeosang x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, angst, crying, yelling, arguments, the reader gives Ateez the silent treatment for a while, Yeosang is the sweetest person ever, sub!Yeosang, dom!reader, riding, making out, face sitting, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap, praise kink, yeosang gets called baby, please forgive me I'm being self indulgent again.

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"I can't believe you y/n."

You sighed, playing gently with Yunho's fingers as you sat in his lap, not looking at Honjoong. After Yunho had cleaned you up he'd called Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Hongjoong to come over and you'd facetimed Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho and San, ready to talk to them about what had happened with the enchantress earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry Joong."

"Are you? I told you that we were handling it and you went behind our backs and saw the Enchantress anyway," he turned to Wooyoung who was situated in Seonghwa's lap, mirroring you and Yunho "and you. Wooyoung you went behind our backs and gave y/n the Enchantress' address, even when we told you not to."

"It's not his fault Hongjoong," you met the man's eyes for the first time since he'd arrived in your bedroom, "I practically begged him to give me the address. I couldn't sit by and not help you and I found something! We can get you out of this."

"But you'll lose your memory of us," Seonghwa, who hadn't spoken up until this point, hummed as he rubbed Wooyoung's shoulders gently.

"We don't want that to happen y/n," San's voice sounded through the phone, "you mean a lot to us."

"I don't want that to happen either," you sighed, rubbing your eyes "but if it's the only way to get you guys out of the contract then I'm okay with it. Like Yunho said, I can learn to love you again." Yunho kissed the side of your head softly and you smiled. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was still pacing, fingers twisting through his hair. "Hongjoong..." you reached you hand towards him, "I'm okay."

He stopped his pacing to look at you, eyes wild and full of concern mixed in with his anger, "But you might not have been! Y/n don't you understand how dangerous that woman is? She's a danger to us and we're much more powerful than a human like you."

Your mouth dropped open and you blinked at him, did he think that you weren't able to take care of yourself? "what's that supposed to mean?"

Hongjoong paled and shook his head, "No, y/n that isn't what I meant."

"Then what did you mean? What exactly is a human like me Hongjoong? You think I can't take care of myself? Because I was fine today, more than fine actually and I found out more information in one afternoon than any of you have been able to find out in years."

"And that solution may just happen to cause you to lose every, single memory you have of us y/n! And that's if we can prove to her that we love you...if we even love you in the first place."

A gasp sounded through the phone and you knew it came from Mingi, coupled with Seonghwa's warning "Hongjoong," but the man kept talking.

Hongjoong was shaking now, face red. "I mean why would we love you? Do you even love us? It seems like you only call us when you want sex, is that all we are to you? Just something you can use to get off." Yunho squeezed your waist in an attempt to tell you that he knew the weren't like that for you and you avoided looking at Seonghwa and Wooyoung, who were wide eyed in shock and the phone screen where you knew the other men would look the same. You felt hot, angry tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but you were determined not to cry, not now. Not in front of Hongjoong.

"Get out." Your voice was much stronger than you had thought it would be. "If you don't love me? Fine. I don't care. Just get out."

"You don't mean...?" Wooyoung's voice was quiet.

"I mean it. All of you, get out. I want you to leave." The angry tears were beginning to fall and you stood up out of Yunho's lap, wiping your eyes. "Go."

Wooyoung went to rush to you but Seonghwa pulled him back, shaking his head, "No, Woo. If she wants us to go, we need to go."

"No...Hwa," Wooyoung looked up at him, tears collecting in his eyes "no..."

"She'll call us when she's ready. But for now, she needs us to go."

Wooyoung shook his head again but stayed close to Seonghwa, Yunho hanging up the phone before going to stand with them. Seonghwa snapped his fingers and the three of them disappeared, leaving you with Hongjoong. He had stopped shaking and there were tears streaming down his cheeks, "Y/n I- I didn't mean it. I'm just-" you shook your head.

"Go, Hongjoong. Please. I need to be alone." You looked away from him and properly let yourself cry after he had left.

~

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since you'd visited the Enchantress. Three weeks since you'd summoned Yunho. Three weeks since you and Hongjoong had fought.

Three weeks since you'd spoken to any of them.

It hurt, of course. It hurt more than anything. But you were filled with self doubt after what Hongjoong had said. Was that really how they felt about you? Like you were just using them to get off? That you were only interested because they were sex demons?

You hadn't blocked any of their numbers so your phone was blowing up with texts and calls from all of them. Apologies upon apologies from Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Reassurances from Wooyoung and San and Yunho that they did care about you and they knew that you didn't think of them the way Hongjoong had said. Sweet messages from Mingi and Jongho and Yeosang trying to make you feel somewhat normal, to cheer you up and fill the eight demon sized hole in your heart.

You never answered the calls or messages, but every night you would sit on the floor in your living room and listen to the voicemails they had sent you that day, tears streaming down your face. You wanted to talk to them again, you really did, but you also needed space. This felt like a compromise almost. You put the phone up to your ear as the first message started.

"Princess," it was Hongjoong "I know you don't want to talk to me and that's okay, I said some awful, completely untrue things about you. We don't think that you want us just because we're sex demons, that you're using us to get off. You're smart and you're beautiful and you're funny and you're so so brave. Much braver than I am and much braver than I will ever be. You've taken all of this in stride so well even if it's not exactly a normal arrangement," he sighed. "If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But please, don't keep doing this to the others. Wooyoung is losing his mind. He's loved you since the moment he saw you y/n, and the rest of us aren't far behind him. Just please, talk to them. For me."

You sighed, feeling your throat already becoming tight with sadness. You clicked to the next voice message and felt some tears slip from your eyes as Wooyoung's desperate voice rung through your speakers.

"Y/n, my love please call me back, please please. Hongjoong was wrong, we do love you. I love you. I just want to hear your voice again, please," he was crying and you could hear both Yeosang and San on the other end trying to soothe him, "please just call me, y/n. I love you."

You jumped back from your phone as it began to ring, wiping your tears. You looked down to see Yeosang's name across your screen. You sighed and pressed the answer button, bringing your phone back to your ear. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Yeosang's voice was slightly panicked "I'm so sorry, I told him not to go to you."

"What?" You jumped as you heard a bang on your door, "Yeosang what's happening?"

"Wooyoung, he," another bang at your door. You got up and began to walk over to the door, "Seonghwa took away our ability to directly go to your house until you were ready to speak to us again and Wooyoung. He took a taxi."

"Y/n, my love," Wooyoung's voice sounded through the door. "Please let me in. Please."

"Oh my god he didn't," you said to Yeosang and he sighed.

"He did. I'm so sorry, I'll send Seonghwa to get him. You don't have to let him in."

"Please don't listen to anything Yeosang says my love," you almost laughed at Wooyoung's timing, "just please, I need to hear your voice."

"It's okay Yeosang, I'll let him in."

"I'll still get Seonghwa to come get him."

You laughed softly and Yeosang smiled so much he was sure you were able to see it through the phone line. "Okay. It was nice hearing your voice again Yeosang."

"You too y/n. Thank you for letting Wooyoung in."

"Thank you for calling me in warning."

Yeosang laughed and you hung up before making your way to the door "Wooyoung?"

You were able to hear the shaky sigh Wooyoung let out and it broke your heart. "Y/n?"

"I'm going to let you in okay? Just until Seonghwa comes to get you."

"Okay, please...please."

You closed your eyes briefly before opening the door to a sobbing Wooyoung.

"Oh Wooyoung," you took his hand to bring him inside your apartment and into your arms. The two of you sank to the floor as you began to cry into each other's arms, overwhelmed by the feeling of being in each other's presence again.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Seonghwa said you needed space but I just missed you so much. I needed you."

"It's okay Woo," you stroked his hair gently, "I needed you too."

"You did?"

"Of course I did Wooyoung."

"And...and you're not mad at Hongjoong? He didn't mean any of that y/n, he's just worried about you and he's scared. He hasn't...he doesn't...he's not great at feelings."

You huffed a soft laugh, "I could tell. And no, I'm not mad. I know he didn't mean it, but it still hurt me Woo. I don't know if I'm ready to talk to him just yet."

"But me?"

"I'm definitely ready to talk to you Wooyoung."

And that's what you did. You and Wooyoung talked on the floor in the entrance of your apartment until he fell asleep in your lap, your hands carding through his hair.

"I'm not surprised he's asleep," you jumped at the sound of Seonghwa's voice and turned your head to see the man standing in your doorway a small smile on his face. "He hasn't been sleeping much since...well you know."

You nodded, motioning for Seonghwa to join you and Wooyoung on the floor. He sat next to you and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's forehead. "I'm so sorry Hwa, I never meant to hurt him...to hurt any of you. I just...Joong really hurt me."

"I know," Seonghwa sighed "I should have stopped him. He was just worried and scared though, you know that right?"

You nodded "I've listened to all his voicemails. I'm not mad anymore, I just...I think I need to talk to him about it. Just us. Not yet," Seonghwa nodded.

"But soon?"

You smiled softly down at Wooyoung's sleeping figure.

"But soon."

~

Over the next week you slowly began to add each of the boys back into your life. It was easy for you to do it with Jongho, Mingi, San and Yeosang and of course Wooyoung, after that night. You and Yunho had spent the whole next day together and you and Seonghwa the day after.

You had needed a day in between to prepare for your day with Hongjoong.

There had been tears, plenty of them. And lots of hugs...and love making. But between all the crying and hugging and love making, you and Hongjoong had been able to do a lot of talking and were now on the same page. And you were now sporting a pretty heart locket around your neck and Hongjoong as your official boyfriend. Wooyoung had been annoyed that Hongjoong had asked you out before he got a chance to and promptly asked you out right after, to which you obviously replied with a yes. It was nice, having them all back in your life. You felt normal, even if there had been a shift in the way the nine of you were interacting.

"You know," Hongjoong hummed as the two of you sat on your balcony, his head in your lap, fingers twisting through the soft strands, "while I wish it never happened, I think we're all stronger because of our fight."

"Me too. I mean, I hated it, but I don't know if I hate the change it brought upon us. I mean, I have two boyfriends now right?"

Hongjoong laughed softly "You know the others are dying to be added to that list right? I'm pretty sure I overheard Seonghwa practising how to ask you out with his Star Wars Lego."

"Aww, that's so cute," you scratched Hongjoong's scalp gently, making him sigh. "And you're okay with that? You don't mind them asking me out? You don't mind me finishing the contract with them?"

"Why would I? They're my boyfriends too y/n."

"Yeah, but still."

Hongjoong kissed your thigh gently, "you could summon Yeosang right now and I wouldn't care. I'd ask to stay and watch if I were allowed to." He rolled himself out of your lap and then on top of you, pressing his hips into yours gently.

You giggled and rolled your eyes and looking your arms around his neck "I was thinking about it, summoning Yeosang. Tonight."

"Then you should. I think he might surprise you." Hongjoong grinned, grinding into you again to make you gasp.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

~

You spent more time than you cared to admit getting ready to summon Yeosang, making sure that everything was perfect. Your bed, your room, your apartment, you hair. Anything you could think of. And when you thought that everything was exactly the way it should be, you sat on your bed and flipped the card, smiling when a very confused Yeosang materialised in front of you.

"Y/n? You called me?"

You blinked in confusion, smile fading "Of course I called you, why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're with Wooyoung and Hongjoong? And probably Seonghwa and Yunho too, I don't really know. So why..." he looked at the ground "why would you want me?"

"You're kidding right?" You stood up and went over to Yeosang, "Yeosang why wouldn't I want you? You're smart, like so so smart. And you're kind and beautiful," you tilted his chin up so that he was looking at you "you're gorgeous Yeosang. You're everything I want. I want all of you, equally."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do."

Yeosang smiled softly and nodded "Okay."

You giggled softly "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

You laughed again and it made Yeosang laugh too, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him. Pecking you lips gently

"You're too sweet for your own good Yeosang."

He raised an eyebrow "Isn't that a good thing? We can't all be the dom all the time y/n, I think we'd die."

You hummed in surprise "Wait. You're a sub? You don't exactly seem the type."

"I can be both y/n," he grinned, kissing you deeply. You sighed softly into his mouth and drsped your arms over his shoulders. Yeosang grinned as he pulled away, lips ghosting over yours. "Which Yeosang would you like? Would you like me to bend you over, fuck you so hard you see stars and can only remember my name?" You shivered and it made Yeosang grin again and his voice came out whiny when he spoke next "Or do you want me to beg for you? I can beg so nicely, Seonghwa tells me all the time. I can please you sweetheart, I'll be so good."

You gasped softly and Yeosang began to leave butterfly kisses against your neck, humming as you twisted his hair around your fingers. "What Yeosang would you like to give me baby?"

He whined into your neck, bucking his hips into yours, already beginning to grow hard "I think you know."

You giggled and tilted your head back to give Yeosang more access, moaning quietly when he started to kiss your neck with fever, sucking small purple marks into the skin. "Then you can my baby, you can give me whatever Yeosang you want."

"Your baby," he mumbled into your neck, fingers twitching on your hips. You grinned and tugged his hair gently, grin widening when you heard him moan and felt his hips buck into yours again. You weren't exactly used to taking a dominant role, especially with your demons, so you weren't exactly sure if you were doing it right, but Yeosang seemed to be responding well. And it felt good, even with your total lack of experience.

"Exactly baby. Now," you began to lead him towards your bed and sat him down on the edge of it, climbing on top of him. He was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and it was making your heart flutter. "How would you like to fuck me tonight Yeosang?"

"Can I..." he gulped "I mean, can you...? Can we?"

You smiled "It's okay, take your time."

"Ride me? Please?"

"I can do that," your voice was soft and Yeosang was certain that you were some sort of sex demon, not him. You began to grind your hips on top of him slowly and he gasped, eyelids fluttering. "You won't need to prep me."

"N-no?"

You shook your head, beginning to unbutton Yeosang's shirt slowly, before lifting your own shirt off and exposing your pretty purple lingerie to him. His eyes widened and he gulped. If he wasn't rock hard before then he definitely was now. You'd worn that for him...only for him.

"Why?"

"Because Joong fucked me earlier. He stretched me out nice and good for you."

Yeah. Yeosang was convinced that you were a sex demon too. How were you so good at this? You were wondering the same thing. But it felt so nice being like this with Yeosang. You could get used to it.

"He did?"

"Mhm. Got me ready to sit on your dick."

"Please do it, please y/n. Please I've waited so long to have you like this. Please please please." You giggled softly and moved back so you could take off your shorts and panties, before doing the same with Yeosang's jeans and boxers. You slid your soaking pussy against Yeosang's cock and he moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows. "Please y/n, please please please!"

"As you wish," You smiled and leaned down to peck his lips before sitting back up and easing Yeosang's cock into your entrance, the two of you groaning as he filled you to the brim. "Mmm fuck Yeosang...that's good."

"Yeah? Am I good for you?"

"So good for me baby."

Yeosang was about half a second away from blowing his load inside of you and he was utterly embarrassed about it. He was a sex demon! And he was seriously about to cum from your wet, wet... walls and their vice grip on his cock. He knew he was done for when you began bouncing on top of him, little moans being pulled out of you everytime you sat fully on him. It was so good. You were so good. You were everything Yeosang dreamed of.

"Y/n...fuck~" his voice was whiny, but no less deep than before "fuck I'm going to cum. I'm so so sorry. You're just so good!"

"It's okay Yeosang. You can cum for me, cum for me my baby."

Yeosang screwed his eyes shut and moaned deeply as he came, filling you with ropes upon ropes of his cum. You continued to fuck yourself on top of him, slowing down when he began to whine in overstimulation.

"How was that my baby?"

"So good," he was panting quietly "but you didn't cum."

"That's okay," Yeosang shook his head and ran his finger over his lips.

"No, it's not. Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry?"

Yeosang's eyes widened and he blushed, "I mean, you don't have to, I just...you should cum too. And Hongjoong and Seonghwa always go on about how good you taste, I want to taste you too. But we don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, Yeosang. I want to sit on your face. Just...are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yes, please. Come up here, let me taste you."

You smiled and slipped Yeosang out of you, the two of you moaning at the feeling, before you moved to hover over his face, gasping when he licked his cum off your thigh. "You ready baby?"

He nodded "Please please, sit on my face."

You lowered yourself onto Yeosang's face gently, gasping again when he pulled you flush against his mouth and began to eat you out like a man starved. He was moaning and groaning into your hole, tongue pushing against the entrance as he slurped at your hole and clit, determined to make you cum with his tongue, all over his face. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you rode his face, feeling so close to the edge from the combination of everything Yeosang had done and was currently doing.

His dirty talk was what pushed you over the edge, he pulled away from you pussy to whisper a small "Please cum on my face lovely, all over me y/n. I want it so bad." And you were cumming all over his face, grinding on his mouth as you rode out your orgasm. You pulled off his face and moved next to him, Yeosang immediately pulling you into a cuddle pile, face pressed into your shoulder.

"Can I be your boyfriend too?" He mumbled, making you laugh.

"You really want to be?" You smiled, scratching his scalp gently and laughing again when he nodded.

"Yeah, I do. I almost broke the rules and went with Wooyoung to you that night."

"I wouldn't have been upset if you did."

"You wouldn't?"

"No."

He moved to look at you "So boyfriend?"

You laughed softly and nodded, pecking his lips. "Boyfriend. But maybe take me on a date?"

Yeosang nodded and pressed his face back into your neck, "Yeah I can do that."

You smiled and felt yourself begin to drift off. Yeosang not to far behind you. You knew he'd be gone in the morning, but you weren't going to let it bother you too much. You were determined to stay here in the moment, with Yeosang.

Letting yourself stop worrying about what might happen if the boys couldn't prove to the enchantress that they truly loved you.

And what might happen even if they did.

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Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.

When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.

He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.

Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)

When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.

Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.

You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.

He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.

“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.

Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.

San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.

He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”

n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.

And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.

He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.

Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.

Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.

He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.

He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.

It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.

Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.

I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.

“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.

“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.

Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.

Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.

It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.

Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.

His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.

He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.

Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.

Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.

He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.

He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.

“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.

Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.

His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.

He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.

So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.

Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.

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UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu

🥴😵‍💫how am I supposed to sleep after this…

MDNI - JONGHO

Smut - female!reader

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Riding RichCeo!Jongho in his driver seat in the garage while the others are waiting in the mansion, spamming his phone wondering where the hell the two of you are.

Your dress/skirt is just flipped up your back, he's stroking the exposed skin with the hand that's wearing such an expensive watch. He's cooing at your pleasure.

His girthy cock is just thrusting up into you as you bounce at a hard pace. Jongho is smiling coyly, so pleased with you.

"Yes, squeeze my cock, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good all around me." He grunts.

When his cum flooded your walls, he landed two soft smacks to your ass, "Lets head inside, I wanna fuck you so they can hear you."

The two of you stumbled through front door, still high on endorphins from the sex.

"And where the fuck have you two been?" Hongjoong rested his hands on his hips in a disapproving manor.

All of the sudden you felt Jongho's cum slide down your leg.

Wooyoung's witchlike cackle filled the foyer.

"I can see you two had fun!"

"Yeah and I wanna fuck some more into her but we are being bothered."

No… but imagine Seonghwa, who always shows he is very controlled, lose it because of you.

~Seonghwa’s POV~ internal monologue | smutty thoughts so +18 MDNI

There you are again. This is the third time you get lost in the crowd. Dancing, drinking, you know how to have fun. I wonder how much fun you would like to have with me. You think I’m not noticing the lingering stares and the batting of your eyelashes, or the way you say my name just to entice me. Well, darling, it is working, and you know it is working because I can’t keep my eyes off you.

I need to keep playing this game you have orchestrated for the two of us. Now you are just in front of me, bending a little bit too far over the bar to ask for a drink. You want me to notice you are wearing lace lingerie? Love, you would look even better without it anyway, and with me pleasing your needy hole with my tongue.

Yes… I saw you staring while I licked the overflowing liqueur from my glass earlier tonight. I did that for you. How much longer will you keep me waiting, angel? The fire inside me can’t wait to consume you, fuck you, praise you. Oh! There’s that look again, the one I can’t say no to. You want me to follow you through the dark corridors all the way to my room. Is this why you insisted the party should be at my place? Do you want everyone to hear you screaming my name?

You just close the door and pull my face to meet yours.

“Would you make me yours?” your sultry voice almost making me cum in my pants.

“I thought you would never ask.”

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Pairing: Ceo!Jongho x fembody!coworker!reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After being forced to wait for over ten hours to get laid, you decided to take matters in your own hands.

Genre: smut, little fluff and hint of angst

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: unedited!, dom!Jongho, sub!reader, possessive!behaviour!, praising!, breeding!, unprotected!sex! (wrap it before you tap it), cream!pie!, pet names (baby, good girl, sweet girl, slut), choking!, bondage!, manhandling!, mentions of yandere! and degrading!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

Exactly nine hours and forty nine minutes ago, you and your boss, Choi Jongho, had a make out session after he comforted you from an uncomfortable experience with your work colleague, Rufus Jones. Despite on the verge of fucking, he left you stranded and horny, only agreeing to fuck you after hours in his office. You were in utter disbelief of this man’s audacity. Ten fucking hours.. just to get laid. What the fuck were you to do?

By sending explicit selfies to him of course. 🤭

You were in an impatient and bratty mood after his sudden retreat, so why not give him a taste of his own medicine? With your conjured scheme in mind, you quickly scrolled through your hidden folder of nudes and boudoir pics, selecting a series of ten sultry photos that adorned your body in various laces and fabrics. Every hour, you sent one to him accompanied with a dirty text, each one filthier than the previous. Was it stupid? Maybe. Was it petty? Perhaps. Would it get you railed senseless?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

And here you are now, patiently waiting outside his office door. You checked the time.

5:59 pm.

You took a deep breath. Time to send the last one. With slightly trembling hands, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and sent the last photo.

Y/N: I’m outside

You began to bite your thumb nail. Your body twitched at every sound as you stared intently at the screen. Not even a second later, he saw the message. Adrenaline began to course through your veins as excitement lapped in your stomach. Before he could respond, you knocked on the door, your hands slightly trembling in anticipation. You hear a faint “enter” echo from inside and you slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. There he was, sat in his leather chair and gazing at his phone, a stone expression plastered on his face.

You closed the door and stood there, waiting patiently. The tense atmosphere engulfed the room, the soft ticking of the clock rebounding against the cool grey walls. You swallowed as your fingers twitched behind your back. You began to get nervous as the near silence continued to stretch. Finally, he looked up as his eyes pierced into yours in an unwavering stare. Your breath hitched. Slowly, he stood up as he leisurely paced his way to you, loosening his tie and adjusting his wrist watch in the process. The closer and closer he got, the more you stepped back as your confidence began to gradually ebb away.

Suddenly, you felt the cool wood of the door press against your back. A shocked gasp forced from you throat. Jongho slammed his fist against the door, sending a jolt through your body. Your heart pounded. A seething primal hunger surged in his eyes as his domineering presence loomed over your shuddering frame. You left out a soft whimper. His stare bore into yours as silence hung in the room, observing your body from head to toe. You felt a red hot rouge bloom against your cheeks as your averted your gaze. He delicately placed his finger under your chin, tilting your eyes to meet his lustful ones. He had you right where he wanted.

“So,” he spoke condescendingly. “My pretty baby decided she wanted to be bratty today.” He snaked his finger down below your chin and towards your neck, wrapping his hand around it in a threatening position. You bit your lip, twiddling your thumbs in agitation. You could feel your arousal slowly seep through your black lacy thong. Subtly, you began to rub your legs together to ease the ache, only to be shoved onto the couch and your legs forced apart with his thick thigh. He pinned your wrists in his iron grip as he mockingly tutted, undoing his black leather belt with his free hand. “Naughty baby,” he cooed. “Getting yourself off without my permission. What should I do with you for being so disobedient?”

His belt clattered against the soft leather as your hands began to perspire in nervousness. You began to squirm, your throbbing pussy rubbing against the expanse of his thigh in desperate need for attention. However, your motions were halted by light slap against your leg. A forced yelp erupted from your throat. “Now, now baby,” he brought his belt up towards your hands. “Only good girls get what they want, not slutty little brats that send nudes throughout the day.” He began to bind your wrists together with his belt, roughly tugging it to make sure it was tight.

“Now princess,” he looks you directly into your eyes. “I’m going to need full cooperation on this. If at any given time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, say the word ‘red’ and we’ll be done for the night. Am I understood?” You let out a small nod. “Yes Jongho.” A gentle smile graced his lips as he lent down to peck your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.” You felt your heart flutter. Slowly, he began to leave wet kisses against your neck as he unbuttoned your white blouse. He ripped the sides of your top, a shocked gasp echoing the room at his sudden roughness. A gradually snaked his hands to your black pencil skirt and teasingly pulled it down, dropping your black stilettos on the floor along with it. An audible groan expelled from his chest as he captured your figure in your black lace lingerie. “So fucking gorgeous,” he slithered his hand from your abdomen to your throat. “And all for me.”

With that, he smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss, squeezing his hand around your throat. With his free hand, he trailed his finger down, pressing against your damp heat. You released a small squeak as you felt a drip of arousal escape your sopping pussy. He entered his tongue into your mouth as he shoved aside your panties and entered two fingers.

You flung your head back, whining at the slight stretch of his thick phalanges slowly pumping in and out of you at a fast steady pace. He spaced love bites across your collar bone and shoulder, earning a violent shudder when his fingers touched a particular spot. “J-Jongho,” you whimpered, rocking your hips back and fourth to meet his movements. “S-slow down, please.” A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Such a sweet girl asking so nicely,” he pinched your clit, making you jump from the sudden sensation. “But did you forget about your earlier actions?”

You thrashed your fists against the cool leather couch as a pornographic moan echoed around the room. “I-I’m sorry Jongho, I w-want to be y-you’re good girl, please I’m s-sorry,” you begged pathetically as a glassy sheen glossed your eyes. Your pants became heavier as you squeezed his fingers tighter and tighter. “Is my pretty baby going to cum?” He cooed as he continued his brutal antics. You vigorously nodded as your mouth hung agape, bridging closer and closer to your long awaited orgasm.

He abruptly pulling his fingers out and shoving your ruined panties down to your ankles. Before you could complain, he swiftly shoved his shaft into your soaking puss. “J-JONGHO,” you cried as he pounded into you with a bruising speed. He tightened his hold against your neck, leaning down to your ear. “Rufus almost saw the photos you sent today,” he seethed. “Almost saw your gorgeous figure.. god he would have killed to be here right now, seeing you splayed out against my couch and being the obedient slut you are. Tell me, would you have let him fuck you like I am right now?”

“NO,” you howled as a burning white rimmed the edges of your vision. “Would you have let him claim you like I am now?” “NO,” you whined, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Maybe I should breed you, just so everyone will know who you belong to. You would like that wouldn’t you, slut? Showcasing you fucked you so hard that you got pregnant.” You gushed over his length, a loud gasp echoing the room as you came on his length. “F-fuck,” Jongho released a guttural moan as he expelled his load inside of you, his warmth spreading inside your gummy walls. You collapsed against the couch, the cool leather soothing your flushed skin as Jongho continued to steadily thrust in your full heat.

Slowly, he pulled out, his cock dripping in both your seeds. He carefully untied your wrists and sat you on his lap, your head lolling against his neck as your arms dropped over his shoulders. He gentle stroked your back, lulling you into an exhausted slumber. After a few moments, Jongho felt your breathing slow and heard your quiet snores. A loving smile splayed across his lips as he admired your tranquil state, a warmth kindling within his chest. Gingerly, he reached for his phone and pressed the send button before laying you both on the couch and drifting off to sleep.

Jongho: *Rufus’ address*

If you ever think of even breathing near Y/N again, I will come and slit your throat myself.

A/N: Here’s part two of the “A Man of Few Words” and tbh, I think I could’ve definitely done better with this. To me it just feels a bit rushed, but hopefully I’ll get better in the future. Idk what else to say this week wasn’t just my week and I’m sorry :/

As always, please feel free to reblog on tumblr, give me any feedback (all is welcome), and if you have any fic ideas/thoughts please send them in my bio and I’ll make sure to tag you in the post. Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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warnings — nsfw link, hard dom!jongho, sub!fem reader, overstim, mention of multiple orgasms, pinning, degrading, pet names (princess, doll, baby)

Imagine this was Jongho?

“Such a good girl for me, doll.” Jongho sped up his thrusts. With his nails digging into your skin and his hips slamming against your backside, it was enough to make you feel like you were flying.

Your desperate moans were muffled from the pillow in front of you. You didn’t care if he was smushing you into the bed; it felt too good for you to try and move. You felt lightheaded by his movements and your world was spinning. Was it too much? Maybe, but you could care less.

“Baby,” he whispers lowly in your ear. “you hear yourself? You hear how wet you are? Your little cunt is begging for me.”

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy.

“J-Just shut up and f-fuck me!” you moaned louder than expected. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pushes you further into the bed. He made sure you could feel him digging into you.

“My pretty princess. You loved getting treated like a whore,” he growls a bit. “‘lil cocksleeve for me, right?”

When he didn’t get an answer, his hand connected with your ass. You flinched and moaned in response, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Words, doll.”

“Y-Yes! Fuck-!” You cry out loud. Eventually he took his hand off your neck but that didn’t stop the torrent of thrusts and slaps on your ass. You continued to melt under his touch as your orgasm neared, walls twitching and tightening around his cock.

“You gonna cum? Be a fucking whore and cum all over me,” he demanded and you did. You came all over him for a fourth time that night. The night you meant to spend with your friends but he had you held up in this position for over an hour.

“Naughty little girl.” he growled, nails scouring into your skin. “Keep cumming for me baby. Keep fucking cumming.”

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𖤐 Summary: Pleasing your master is the only thing you seem to know but even when you step out of line, he's quick to put you back into place.

𖤐 Paring: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𖤐 Genre/Rating: pure smut, rated R

𖤐 Au: non idol

𖤐 Wc: 2k

𖤐 Warnings: bdsm relationship {master/slave}, punishment, spanking, sadism, oral (mr), slight praise, pussy spanking and stepping, multiple rounds, Multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) lmk if I missed anything!

You could feel the heat emanating from your behind as you sobbed out, barely able to choke out the number through your tears. Your fingers gripped onto the couch cushion for dear life, knuckles white with tension. You were almost there, just ten more to go. The sting of each spank was agonizing, and you would have been done with your punishment by now if you hadn't forgotten the number you were on. Twice already it made it seem like you were enjoying your punishment, but that couldn't be further from the truth. You hated when he punished you like this - with spankings that left your skin red and raw - but he loved seeing you sob and whimper over his knee. It occurred to you then that this might be some sick form of pleasure for him.

“Aww does it hurt baby? ” Jongho mocks you as he rubs the singing flesh of your ass again, smiling to himself before his hand comes down to slap your smooth bottom. His palm lands on your left cheek and you feel a sting shoot through your core. Sixteen, you whimper out. He laughs softly and brings his hand back up. You can smell him above you as he strokes your sensitive skin.

Jongho began to hum as he gripped your neck from behind, his fingers banded tightly around your throat. "Did you forget all your manners today?" Jongho's tone was low and soft, but it carried a threatening edge that made you aware of the consequences of not giving him an answer. You mumbled out an apology. The air seemed to freeze in your lungs as the sting of his hand intensified on your bottom. You buried your face into the couch and blubbered like a baby answering and apologizing. As the warm fire flooded your bottom, stretching over your hips and thighs, it only made the emptiness between them worse.

"forget the counting"

Jongho's voice was stern and demanding as he spoke, but even so, you knew he was not unkind. You had already been through the worst of your punishment, and now it was time for him to decide when you'd learned your lesson. You felt his fingers trace down the hot path of redness on your skin before he stepped away. You were left alone for a few moments as he considered what should come next in your punishment.

When he finally returned to you, Jongho sat down in front of you sitting down one of his whips, seeing it made you internally groan he placed a hand on the back side of your neck. His grip was firm yet gentle, and you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck as he spoke.

"since you didn't want to accept the punishment I gave to you we're going to try something else...maybe that will set you straight. Now lay back and keep your legs open for me"

you didn't dare to speak out or say anything so you laid back opening your legs

Jongho bent over a bit to get a better view, with the tip of the whip inches away from your swollen lips. "Now I'm going to use the whip on your pussy...if you feel that you can't hold back your voice, let me know and I'll give you something to bite on."

You barely even had time to register his warning when you saw a flurry of leather coming at you. The sting of the lash was a shock, and you bit down on your hand to stop yourself from making noise. The pain is a burning sensation, and you cry out, but Jongho's hand came up to press your mouth closed. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you bit down harder, doing your best to ignore the pain in your pussy and the ache between your legs.

You didn't know how long Jongho had been whipping you for, but the pain was becoming unbearable and you were more than ready for him to stop. To your surprise jongho stopped before tapping your inner thigh gently with the whip indirectly telling you to open your legs more.

"I want you to tell me how many times I hit you. I didn't hear you say it"

you sniffle and whimper "ten"

"that's right baby"

He then presses his foot down your pussy, the sensation sending a jolt through your body as he applies more pressure. The pain is unbearable but it soon transitions to pleasure as his foot rubs against your raw abused clit. You know you should be ashamed of how much pleasure this brings you, but you can't help yourself from letting out a gasp each time Jongho moves his foot in circles around your sensitive spot.

Jongho kept his rhythm of pressing down a bit harder every time you squirmed under him. "Quit moving"

he warned before landing a harder smack against your inner thigh. He smiled to himself before pressing his foot down hard against your swollen pussy. The sting of the leather was unbearable as the tip of his foot pressed against your clit.

His foot stayed against your clit as you whimpered. "I'm sorry for moving master." You mumbled out. He bent down gripped your hair, pulling your head up to look at him.

You were on the verge of tears as you pleaded for him to let you cum and that you learned your lesson. You didn't know if he'd be gentle, but you knew he would give you the orgasm you craved at some point. His foot pressed firmly against your clit and he didn't let up as you pleaded and begged. His eyes narrowed at you as he finally spoke up. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

You shook your head, tears falling from your eyes. "Then why would you think I'd let you cum right after I finished punishing you for forgetting your manners?"

"N-No master."

"Good, because I wouldn't let you cum so soon. I'm not going to give you this orgasm until you beg me. Say it," he snapped, pulling your hair roughly. "Say that you won't cum until I give you my permission."

"I won't cum until you give me permission master."

Jongho smiled and started to get up, but you panicked and reached out to grab his arm. Tears filled your eyes, and you heard a startled gasp, but you didn't care. "Please master don't leave me like this! I'm begging you please let me cum. It hurts so much master, please!"

Jongho's eyes widened as he looked down at you, and before you could say or do anything else, Jongho was pressing against you, his weight pinned you down on the floor. You were acknowledging how vulnerable you were at the moment you no control over your body. Jongho leaned down and whispered in your ear. "I'd be more than willing to let you cum, but not like this. You disobeyed me and then decided it was okay to not take your punishment because you thought I would let you off the hook, so I'm going to make you beg for your orgasm, and then I'll decide if you deserve it."

You wanted to cum so bad it hurt almost as much as the spankings he gave you. You knew you didn't have a choice at this point, and you moaned in defeat. "I'm sorry for being disobedient. Please, master, make me cum. I don't deserve it but I'll do anything."

"Anything, hm?" You closed your eyes as you nodded. A moment later, Jongho grabbed your chin roughly. "You need to mean that."

You bit back a sob and reluctantly nodded, knowing this was a risk you had to take. "I promise, master. Please make me cum." your voice broke as tears ran down your cheeks. You pleaded with him, desperation evident in your voice.

Jongho knelt between your legs and gazed down at your exposed pussy. He shifted closer and added pressure to the pads of his fingers as he delved deeper inside of you. You gasped as pleasure cascaded through your body and he stopped for a few moments to pull out his finger and suck on it.

He pulled his head back, licking his lips. You were struggling to keep yourself from cumming. You needed this so bad that you decided you would do anything for his orgasm.

You squirmed under him. "Please master, fuck me. Please. Please fuck me." you begged

Jongho chuckled, "Don't get out of line little girl. I don't think you deserve my cock yet." He pulled away and grabbed a nearby toy. Without warning he shoved it deep inside you, eliciting a loud gasp from you. You had never experienced anything like this before and it was overwhelming.

"Your going to cum, but only when I give the word," Jongho said sternly. "Do not cum until I let you, understood?"

You nervously nodded your head and he reached for the vibrator next to him. He flicked it on and moved it from side to side, the soft hum tantalizingly echoing off the walls.

You wanted to cuss him out for his cruelness but instead moaned louder as each thrust sent pleasure through your body. Each time he forced the toy inside of you it felt like waves of pleasure were crashing against your body leaving behind a feeling of pure blissful ecstasy.

His hand gripped tighter around your neck. "You can do it, baby. Just hold it together for me."

You couldn't believe you were going to do this. You never once came without permission, and you were about to disobey his order in an attempt to prove you could actually do it. The vibrator continued to move side to side as his thumb pressed down on the lever to change the speed sending you to the edge.

"Cum for me little girl,"

he commanded. At his words your body shook and vibrated as you came crashing down under him. Your screams rang in your ears and you began to grip anything you could. Your body was in shambles as he made you cum while you writhed and screamed under him.

The vibrator still had a hold on you when Jongho pulled it out and grabbed your face roughly, pulling it close to his. He slammed his lips against yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He continued to pull you onto him, laying you down on the sofa

whilst he continued to kiss you passionately. His hands moved down your body, from your neck to your breasts. He used one hand to massage each breast, feeling the curves of them before he started licking and sucking on your nipples. He would bite and suck them harder, causing pleasure to course through your veins as his teeth grazed against your sensitive skin.

You closed your eyes and just let him take control, feeling the waves of pleasure rush through you as he devoured every inch of your body.

"Good girl," he whispered into your ear. "That's what I like to see."

he says as he runs his hand over his crotch and whispers into your ear his hot breath on your ear makes you go weak at the knees and your body tenses up again, his touch is tender and soft like a feather

"I love doing this to you"

He fell back against the sofa and patted his lap, signaling his arousal.

You whimpered and slowly got to your knees, crawling over him before lowering yourself onto his hard cock. You moaned as he filled you with his manhood. It was enough to keep you satisfied for now, you thought. You couldn't think straight anymore, so you closed your eyes and just let his cock fill you up.

As you rode him, Jongho's hands moved from your hips to massage your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. The pleasure was too much, and just as he was about to cum, he decided to change the position. He pulled you off of him and laid you down on your back, straddling you. His cock was still hard and you were still horny. You locked your ankles together behind his back, pushing him down on top of you.

He took the hint and pushed inside of you, his length pleasantly filling your insides. You moaned and threw your head back in pleasure, but Jongho quickly moved your head forward by your chin. "Don't look away" he instructed.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that you couldn't even watch his face as he took you. He smirked down at you, looking down at your absolutely wrecked pussy. He continued to fuck you hard, his cock slamming into you. You were in pure ecstasy.

Jongho's hard thrusts filled the air with sounds of skin smacking against skin as he pushed deeper, your soft whimpers and moans asking him for more. Jongho's hands shook with pleasure as his movements grew frantic, as your slick soaked both of you.

"You're so fucking wet" he whispered in your ear. "I love it."

The words sent chills down your spine, but it was Jongho's cock inside of you, not his words. His thrusts were hard and deep, making you whimper in pain and pleasure. You were absolutely covered in sweat and you could hear him panting out of breath.

Jongho leans down and whispers in your ear "I'm going to cum inside you"

You whimper as you say "Cum in me please"

Jongho groans and fills you with his seed, you tremble under him as you cum too. He grunts as he pulls out of you and gets up and says "stay here, im going to get you some water so we you can hydrate, so I can play with you some more doll"