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heyy ❤️ can I request an alt ending for Breathe? like where he breaks the reader after that punishment yk smth like blankly staring at a wall bascially like a mindless person and he regrets it after

Breath

Yandere Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: wow this is sad

✫彡wordcount: 700

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, heavy angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. PTSD, mind-break, not proof read

main story: read it here

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

He shushes you, peeling away all of the wet hair away from your face and rubbing your heated cheeks gently. "It's okay, Princess. It's over... You're gonna be good for Hongjoongie?"

"Yes," you cough, holding his wrist tightly. You try to forget the feeling of the water leaving your lungs but can't, no matter how hard you cry or how hard you press into his warmth. "Please don't do it again." You don't know if you could stand to be near water for a single second more. You want to be as far away from the bathtub as humanly possible. "I- I'm... cold."

"Come on," he heaves you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, holding your sopping wet head close to his chest. "Let's get you warmed up." He lowers you both to the floor and reaches for a towel on your bedside table.

When he turn back to you, he's sad to see a glaze over your eyes. "It will pass, Baby." He gently dries off your locks, kissing your forehead before wrapping the towel around your head and reaching over you. When his hands graze against the back of your neck, you feel like you're back under the water. You cling your arms around his waist and claw at the back of his shirt.

"Please, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, hey, it's alright." He wraps the blanket that he was grabbing when he accidentally bumped your head around your shoulders and bundling you up tightly. "It's over, Princess. No more, I promise."

He promise meant all but nothing after he had lied and told you you would only have a short punishment. You want to tell him to take his promises and shove them, but you can only cry as he lifts you up and wraps the blanket around your legs as well.

If he wanted to show you what it felt like, he succeeded. You can't breath. Your lung are full of air, and you don't feel a single bit of it. You only feel the ghost of the water around your face and the sensation of it choking you. You can barely feel your own fingertips as they wrap around Hongjoongs hand in an act of pure familiarity. You don't want to see him, hear his taunting voice, feel his hands anywhere near you. But you need him to ground you as your mind runs haywire.

     "Do you want some hot tea, Baby?" You nod slightly, letting go off him and curling up as he gets up.

You flatten your hand over the fluffy dinosaur plush he got you for your second anniversary, back when he was much more normal. You love Hongjoong in any form he comes in, but... you can't help but miss that time. Maybe, somewhere in the multiverse- there's a version of you and him that is truly happy without tearing each other down. You rub your hands over it's soft fur. And you can't feel it.

When Hongjoong returns with a hot cup of your favorite tea, he finds you exactly how he left you. Curled up in the blanket and hand over the belly of the dinosaur, staring blankly while tears build up in your eyes.

    He sets it down to cool and curls up behind you. "I'm sorry I was so rough, My Baby. I was so upset..." When he doesn't hear a single peep from you, he peeks up over your shoulder. "Princess? Please, don't give me the silent treatment." None of his words register in your mind. The way he holds your waist is lost to you. You don't even feel detached, you just don't feel at all. "Hey." He taps on your cheek. "Yah, it's not funny," he turns you over and gently leans over you, heart dropping into his gut when he sees your eyes.

Void of any emotion. Like a shell of the girl he loves.

"Oh, no, Baby. Baby, please. I'm so sorry, please." He crawls on top of you and wraps his arms around your shoulders as he cries, completely lost on what to do to help you. "No, oh no, Baby."

—

Shells

Chapter One

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: executive producer creds to my gf because she helped me come up with this and she's my angel

"Aren't they so pretty?"

✫彡wordcount: 5k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): non-explicit gore, ptsd, captivity

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Abandon ship!"

    A safe journey. They told you it would be. An unsinkable ship. The captain said. Nothing to be worried about. They may not have known it, but all of that was lies.

It was not a safe journey. The ship was not unsinkable. There was something to be very, very worried about.

"Hyunjin!" You call out for your brother as you run across the deck: pushed and shoved by the chaos around you. The ship had struck something in the freezing water. It was filling with water quickly, soaking your shoes and the hem of your pants. People slipped around as they fought for a spot on the safety boats. "Hyunjin!"

    "Here, (Y/n)!" He pushes through the crowd and grabs onto your shoulders the second he gets to you. "We have to get on one of the boats, the ship is sinking too fast to repair!"

    "Too fast t- you said this ship was inpenetrable!"

  "We must have scraped something, there's damage, all the way 'round t- come." He notices a spot open on the side of the ship and pulls you to it before someone else can get there. The boat that's supposed to be there is already deployed, lowering slowly.

     "Jump up." He says. And before you know it he's lifting you up by your waist, settling you on the edge of the ship. "There's still room!" He yells down, "stop lowering!"

  "Hyun-"

"What the fuck are you doing?" First mate, Minho, joins Hyunjin in yelling at the premature escapees."Fucking cowards!" The bad mouthed man continues as he wraps a comforting arm around your shaking form.

  Hyunjin leans away from the edge and begins, holding your cheeks gently as he speaks. "You'll have to jump and swim to the boat. You'll be safe until rescue comes. Don't drink sea water, and don't take your clothes off no matter how hot you feel- you'll just freeze to death from hypothermia. Do you understand?"

    "What?" You grab onto his sleeves as he lifts you to your feet, shaking on the rocking vessel.

   You hold onto one of the ropes to stable yourself as he lets go. You nearly slip into the water when someone yells, scaring you. "Sirens!" Your heart stops in your chest as you look over your shoulder and see the patrons of the boat you were about to jump in and join. Being pulled from the safety of the wooden boat and into the freezing depths by clawed hands. The dark blue water becoming tainted red with their blood. "Get out of the water!"

A wet mop of short red hair raises just below you. Fully black eyes catch yours quickly. It's black scaled cheeks rise as it smiles under the water.

You slip when a stray limb is thrown and collides with the ship with a thunk.

"No!" Hyunjin grabs onto your ankle before you can fall into the water. Minho scrambles away, quickly returning with a rope and fighting with it as he tries to untangle it.

Dangling just a few feet above certain death, a song from one of the sirens lures your eyes to it, away from the redhead.

     It's a blue haired mermaid, buff shoulders raised above the cold water. A loud splash is heard underneath you, and you look back just in time to see the end of a metallic black tail before it disappears into the darkened water. "(Y/n)! Don't listen to him!" Your brother yells as your kick at his hands with your free foot, brain fighting itself as you both try to stay above what you know is an inescapable death and try to get to the singing creature.

Multiple have already been lured in by the multiple vocals around you, some have even jumped into the water willingly. "Listen to me, don't listen to them! Look, listen, once we get out of here we're going to go to Australia! Remember? Remember, Australia! So you can open a girls school and teach them everything Mom taught you! Don't fucking listen to that devil! Are you so weak? Fight back! Fight back, (Y/n)!"

You fall limp in his hold for a moment as you come back to your own mind. Then panic takes over your entire being. A flash of black overcomes the buff creature and takes it down into the water with it. "Hyunjin! Minnie, pull me up! I don't want to die!" You sob as loud as possible, wether to drown out the screaming and splashing around you or to make sure he hears, you don't know. "I don't want to die, Jin, please!" 

    One of his hands slips off your leg and to the very edge of your boot. He curses loudly as you're dropped a few inches, nearly touching the water. Your finger tips graze the water and you feel the death that awaits you as the redhead siren reappears further away, near where a spot of black is painting the water like an oil spill- where the other creature once was. Others have spread out, luring your acquaintances further out and away from the redhead.

"(Y/n), hold on! We've got you! Plug your ears!" Minho yells as he creates a noose with the rope and slips it under Hyunjins fingers, tightening it around one of your legs. He tosses the end to some good citizens who've noticed the threatening position you're in, and joins in holding your leg to take off some of the pressure that's growing on your hip.

You slam your hands over your ears as the redhead begins singing, directly at you as he inches forward. "You fuck!" Minho yells as it grows ever closer. "I'll fucking fry you for dinner, you shrimp!" The creature doesn't seem to be phased by the mans threats, focused solely on luring you into his arms.

"I don't want to die!" You repeat as your tears trail down your forehead and drip into the stilling sea. It's gone nearly quiet. Just the remaining people aboard who have immunity to sirens songs and the occasional crunch of a bone as a siren breaks its catch apart.

"Your tears taste delicious." The mermaids voice makes you let out a guttural cry. It rings in your head even as you press your hands as close as possible. The creature comes uncomfortably close under you again as they begin pulling you up, screaming over his honey laced voice to try and save your mind.  It is a him. A beautiful him. "Don't be afraid."

"You leave her be, devil!" Hyunjin yells as he desperately pulls you up, watching in pure terror as the creature raises his arm and grazes his black stained hand against your shoulder.

"Don't be afraid." He repeats before he lowers himself into the water, watching un-moving as he lets them pull you back over the edge.

    "(Y/n)! Oh my God!" Hyunjin inspects your shoulder, seeing no signs of injury. No signs a siren ever touched you besides the stain of the creatures black blood. Minho leans down with him and holds your knees steady as they shake. The good citizens, a man you don't know and your cousin Yeji, seem to be the only ones left on the boat beside your trio.

   It's true that many descendants of sailors have gained immunity over decades, but you never imagined it was this little amount.

    "Look for any boats left, most of them seem full," Minhos words make your stomach churn. There was over three dozen people aboard. All of them now in the bellies of sirens? You were inches away from joining them in that fate.

    You squeeze your eyes shut as you see the redheads void-like eyes in your mind.

    "There!" Yeji screams as she points out a life boat upright, a few mere feet away. You stand shakily and cry harder as you see it.

    "We'll never make that," you sob, grabbing onto Hyunjin as you slip in the still-rising water.

"She's right," the man agrees, giving you a glance before he mentions, "some of them are still out there. They'll wait us out if they're hungry enough. Redhead over there hasn't moved an inch. Must be starving."

"What the hell is wrong with you? He almost ate my sister!"

    "And he will! It's pointless to try and wait them out, they can stay here for weeks if they wanted to. The second he starts singing again, she's dead meat! I say we just hand her over and distract them, make a dash for the boat."

     "What the fuck?" The four of you chime together, Minho grabbing the man by his sweat soaked collar and ready to defend you.

"Why don't we give him a taste of pig, huh?" He insults the man, spit flying as he yells.

A low chuckle admits from the side of the ship, and it's the redhead. He's holding himself up on the edge, looking over it with a smirk. You back as far away as possible, cowering into Yeji as she places her hands above your own for extra protection. "I've never had pig... but you look mouth water right now, Mister 'Hand Her Over'."

Everyone is quiet. Hyunjin is brandishing a broken oar at the siren. Minho lets go of the man and steps in front of you and Yeji. The man stares in shock and horror.

"Come and join me, bastard." He sings out to the man, barring his sharp teeth in a smile as he watches the cowardly man's eyes glaze over.

No one makes a move as he starts stumbling forward in the knee deep water. "Come just a bit closer," he coos, propping himself up on his elbows and cocking his head to the side as he watches your confused face as the man comes forward.

   "What the fuck," Hyunjin backs up out of the mans straight path, oar dropping to his side in his pure confusion. He's the closest to them, and he makes it a point not to stop the man as he comes face to face with the creature.

    "Won't you join me, Mister?" The man climbs up the edge and steps right off. The mermaid winks your way before dropping in to follow him.

   Everyone runs to the edge and leans over, gasping at the sight.

   He's holding the man who threatened you by the top of his head, holding him completely still under the water. With a smile up your way, he turns his hand and snaps the man's neck.

—

    "How long ago did you check the radio?" Minho whispers as he looks over to you and your family, huddled up in a corner of what's left of the ship.

Hours ago, it feels like, a group of sirens joined forces and snapped the boat in half as the redhead looked on with an amused smile. The half you were left on was completely afloat somehow, leaving you safe for the time being until rescuers arrived.

"Give it a rest, Minho." Yeji groans as she turns into your hold, wrapping you up in her purple cardigan. "Some of us are trying to sleep. Freaking insomniac..."

   "Sorry," he mumbles before laying his head back down. "Freaking napper."

    "Napper? Is that even a word?"

  "Yeah, it is."

   "Where did you ever hear someone say 'napper'?"

   "Just now. I said it."

   "Yo-"

   You laugh quietly at their bickering, but quickly slam a hand over your mouth as there's a splashing sound. Hyunjin pulls the both of you closer as Minho stands up with a flashlight to see. The partial vessel rocks slowly with his careful movements as he steps closer to the rough edge.

    "What was it?"

  "Fish." He says before turning around. A clawed hand wraps around his ankle and yanks him down. His head bangs against the edge before he's submerged.

   All three of your scramble to the edge in a hurry, yelling for him. Hyunjin curses. Yeji prays.

    "Minnie!" You yell, scanning the water as Yeji uses the dropped flashlight to look for him.

    You swear you hear a small growl, but you don't have time to digest it as he splashes around, gasping for air.

   Hyunjin reaches for him, but his arm falls just a few inches short: like the sirens are toying with you. "Swim, swim!" He tries, before he's yanked back down. "Fuck, what do we do? Think! Think!"

    "I can't think with you yelling in my ear!"

    You grab the broken oar and begin trying your damndest to paddle closer, only making it a fraction of an inch when the redheaded devil appears and pushes you further away, smiling as your eyes lock. You yell, scrambling to the middle of the float. "Why are you doing this to us?!"

    "My (Y/n)," he coos. Your heart drops as he all but moans your name, reaching for you before Yeji uses the flashlight to smack his hand. "Bitc-" He takes a sharp breath, stopping himself. Hyunjin takes the oar from your shaking grasp and threatens him with it. He makes a loud string of clicking noises before he dashes back into the depths, unable to be seen in the dark even as Yeji tries to follow him with the bright light.

    "Jin!" Minho yells, emerging moments later, close to the edge.

   He drops the makeshift weapon, grabbing at him and pulling him closer.

    His wet hands slip from the polished wood and he almost falls back when you reach into the water and grab his wrist. As you do, though...

     Something grabs yours. You're pulled in right next to him and trapped in a strong hold even as your thrash. Something sharp painfully breeches the skin on your jugular and you're peacefully falling asleep under the water as the torches of the rescue boat come into view.

—

You awake with a start, gasping in a breath of desperately needed air. You turn on your side quickly as you begin coughing up salt water. Your mind is foggy, admittedly. But you know that something is terrible wrong.

   Tears fill your eyes as you quickly come to your senses and look around. You find yourself in a cave of sorts. Moss climbs up the jagged walls. You're laid next to a pool of water that seems to go down forever and turn into darkness even though sunlight shines through a pair of large holes in the rock ceiling.

    Your panic almost sends you into the water as you remember the horrors of the sea. You manage to scoot away and further into the room-like cave. As you turn around, you find it's even more room like than you originally thought.

     It's very large. Sunlight is filtered down through a large tarp that's decorated in embroidery of sea plants, pinned up over a large hole in the ceiling.

   At the very back of the sediment room, shrouded in darkness, is a pile of fabrics and furs which seems like a makeshift bed, a bunch of scraps even balled up to make a pillow. There's a large chest that's sat next to it, worn with years of sitting in such a dreary place. On the other side of the room, across the bed is a back sheet that hangs over a doorway of sorts.

   You wrap your arms around your cold self and take a weary step forward, unaware of the dark eyes that track your every move. Your clothes are dry, the sun is warm. But you feel oh so cold. You stop under the middle of the filtered sunlight and bask in the warmth to try and figure out if you've died and gone to the afterlife.

    It feels all too real.

   You kneel down and cry. What for?

     Uncertainty. If you're not dead, where are you? If you've survived the sirens attack, how? You touch the last place you remember feeling anything. The sore wound makes you recoil from your own touch. If he sunk his teeth into you... why didn't he devour you? Why is the creature toying with you like this?

    Anxiety. Is your family okay? Is Minho? Did he even make it out of the water? What will the devilish mermaid do with you? What does he want?

    Pain. Your neck aches more than any bruise ever has. Your muscles are sore and tense. Your lungs feel heavy, like they've worked over time.

    A tiny splash.

    You whip around and fall to your behind. The redheaded siren of your waking nightmares is right up on the smooth rock shore, looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. "Hello, My (Y/n). Did you sleep well?" He lays down on his forearms he awaits your answer, metallic black tail splashing behind him slowly.

    You cry harder as you come to the realization that this isn't the afterlife. This isn't a fever dream. This is reality. Your tears blur the appearance of the handsome creature before you. "Awe, Precious. Don't cry."

   "W-why are you...doing this?" You ask shakily. "Please, let-let me live. I have so mu- please!" You turn yourself over and kneel, placing your head on the warm rock floor as you sob.

    You miss the way his tail separates into legs much like yours. He snatches up a pair of shorts on the edge.

    You almost have a heart attack when you hear footsteps approaching. You body betrays your mind and you look up to see that siren has grown legs. "Don't bow to me." He says simply, sitting cross-legged in front of you. "You don't bow to anybody."

    You don't listen, bending back down to avoid his unfaltering gaze. "Stop that!" He smacks your head lightly. "Listen to me. Get up and let's have a talk."

   You sit up slowly and back away only to be followed. You scoot back, he scoots forward, until you're stopped by the bed of fur. He pushes you back into them and smiles. "Get comfortable."

    You lay uncomfortably still on the softest fabrics you've ever touched, staring up at the drawings on the ceilings. He sits by your hip and nearly places a hand on your thigh, before setting it in his own lap. "I bet you have so many questions, My Darling. I will answer them all."

   "Where am I?" You ask, voice coiled tight.

  "My home."

    Youre eyes flick to him for a single second, looking away quickly when you see his eyes trained onto you like a predator. "An...and who are you?"

   The words you hear next are some that make you feel sick.

   "I'm Hongjoong, your mate." You simply look over at him, hands balling into fists, grabbing the fabric under you tightly. "I sense you have more questions."

"No, yeah. What?"

He moves slowly as not to spook you, laying on his stomach besides you, not caring that he's soaking the fabric. How could he care? He's finally so so close to you.

   There's nothing you can do. No where you can go besides the water. That is probably a worse idea than staying still. You'd be in his element, in some place you don't even know.

"We were marked by the Huntress to be together until the end of our souls."

You bite your lip as it quivers,"I don't understand."

He grabs your hands gently and turns it palm up. He blows on it gently and it glows the same color as his tail from what you can remember.

Hongjoong

You stare in disbelief as it fades as quickly as it came.

He holds out his palm and gestures for you to do what he did. He shivers with pleasure as your breath washes over his palm to reveal your name, in your handwriting. He watches it fade with a smile before looking up at you.

"I know you must be very confused... scared. But I promise you, every fabric of my being, nothing with hurt you. I won't hurt you. I will take such good care of you, my beautiful mate..."

   "I ha-" you take a deep breath to calm yourself, swallowing your sobs, "I have more questions?"

    He lays his head on his arm and gets comfortable, ready to answer every question you throw his way. "Go ahead, Precious."

—

All of your questions answered for the time being, you allow yourself to feel a bit less crazy. However, just having been abducted by a shapeshifting mermaid who's fated to be your husband-mate-partner for the rest of eternity by the Goddess of mermaids: you do feel the right to be shaken up.

   He left to the room behind the black sheet after you were quiet for a few minutes. He sets a folded pile of fabric at your feet. "Whenever you're ready, you can change into these. They may not fit the best... but I will get you some of your own soon!"

   He smiles brightly, and it's nothing like the smile you saw before he lured the man on the ship to his death. It's... cute. His sharp teeth nowhere to be seen as he flashes you a glance of his much more human looking teeth. In fact... he looks almost completely human. The only dead give away of his lineage is the scales on his cheeks, fluctuating between pink and blue hues.

    You curl up on yourself and cry silently. He takes the cue, and sits down at the end of the bed, watching you quietly.

   Another question hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Hongjoong...?"

   "Yes, My Precious?" He responds eagerly, sitting up like a dog sitting for a treat.

    "Is..." You clear your throat and hide your face in your elbow, "is the people I was with alive?" You violently sob at the thought of it, grief wracking your body before he's even responded.

   "Oh, (Y/n)!" He crawls up next to you and holds your shaking form gently. In your state, you don't even bother to shake away his shockingly warm embrace. "They are alive... They were rescued."

   "Real-really?"

  "Of course. I would never... My friend stayed behind to make sure. Don't worry, he was full." He says the last bit bluntly, like it's an every normal thing. To him, it is. To you, it's a reminder of what was the most traumatic experience of your life to date. "Precious," he whines as you sob harder, hands over your face like your ashamed to be upset over the death of so many innocent people.

    You lean your face into the makeshift pillow and let it cover your heated face as you wrap your arms around your cramping stomach, consequently folding them over his arms to get there. He purrs as your skin collides, and it makes your skin form goosebumps. He comes closer and lays right on you, cold and damp clothes clinging to yours. You feel his wet hair soak into the fabric of your shirt as he rests his forehead on your back.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers, although he has a smile on his lips as he revels in the feeling of your warmth. He's waited so long. Too long. He doesn't care that his path to getting you is tainted by blood. As long as he's finally crossed that path and gotten to you.

He has waited his entire life. He doesn't mind that he'll have to help you bounce back. He will gladly wait on you hand and foot to see you happy. So when your stomach growls, he speaks up eagerly.

"Are you hungry?" He sits up so abruptly that he doesn't have time to unravel from your form, bringing you up with him. "I can go and get some fishes for you! You like fish, don't you? It would be harder to find some berries, but I can do that too... Maybe over at near Taedmere?" He keeps going on speaking to himself until he feels your gaze on him.

    You look at him with the ghost of a smile on your lips as you listen to the creature ramble like a child fixated on a cartoon book. You don't notice he's stopped until his cheek scales turn a bright red color, a few shades brighter than his hair.

   The both of you look at each other with a similar look of 'uh-oh, I was just caught'. "C-" You bite your lip, "can you?"

    "Of course!" He all but runs and jumps into water, resurfacing a few moments later and slapping down his soaked shorts on the edge. His scales are slowly turning black as he gets ready to hunt. "I'll be back soon, My (Y/n)."

You wait until the water settles in his wake and stand slowly, picking up the clothes on the end of the bed. You wonder wether or not you should change right there, but decide against it after you remember how silently he snuck up on you earlier. You eye-ball the black sheet, and then come to the conclusion of 'fuck it' and pull the sheet back to change in the relative privacy of the room.

It becomes clear that this is his 'restroom'. Bottles of strange liquids that must be soap, bars of something a similar color, an odd looking toothbrush all up on a little shelve above a mountain of clothes, even what looks like a built in toilet.

You quickly change into the clothes and it's apparent that they are his. They're baggy and no matter what you do, the pants won't stay over your hips. You don't want to piss off a creature with multiple built in sets of weapons, so you don't go digging for something that will. You just pull the shirt as low as it will go and sit back down on the bed.

You're picking through your thoughts with a fine toothed comb when he returns. A little splash of his tail acts like a doorbell, and he smiles with his sharp teeth- spooking you. He holds a hand over his mouth and apologizes, quickly flashing a more human smile as he lifts up a small net with a few things in it. "Tada~"

He sets it down and reaches for his shorts, putting them on under the water before emerging for your modesty. He slides it over to a small fire pit on the side of the room with his foot, eyeing up your new attire with a prideful look.

He pats the space next to him and you hurry over as you catch a glimpse of his claws, remembering just how devilish he's built to be. "Do you know how to start a fire?" He asks. You nod your head, yes. "Would you, Precious?"

    You nearly flip yourself into the pit to start the fire, making him chuckle. "Take your time. I still have to gut them." You nod silently again, working diligently as you wonder why the hell a mermaid has a fire pit in its den. You cringe at the sound of his claws slicing open the fish, images of the claws that slashed open everyone aboard stuck in your head until you shake them away.

   The silence is deafening. You can't bare to listen to the gore anymore. "Hongjoong?"

  He responds like he always does, eyes on you as he speaks, "Yes, My Precious?"

  You shake off the uneasy feeling the nickname leaves behind. "Why do you have a fire pit?"

    "I get cold sometimes in m... I get cold. Why do you ask?"

  "Well, it's just... I heard, just like word of mouth- I don't know if it's-"

  "You can speak freely, Darling. Don't be so shy."

    You clear your throat and back away as the fire sparks to life. You look in the fire and poke at it as an excuse to avoid his gaze. "I heard sirens don't get cold... that they're cold blooded."

    "Some are. Ones that don't shape shift. They don't have any human blood lines. Stupid pure breeds." He scoffs as he slices open the last of the three fish.

    "So..." You struggle to keep speaking, most uncomfortable in a conversation that you have ever been, "you're kind of human?"

    "Kind of. My mother used to be human."

  "Used to?"

  "That's a conversation for another day, Precious."

    "You said you'd answer any of my qu-" You shut your mouth and feel every ounce of confidence fade as he flashes his eyes black at you with a scowl. "Another day," you nod, taking the skewered fish form his hand shakingly.

"Oh!" His outburst makes you jump. He grabs the bag he almost discarded. "I have something for you, My (Y/N)."

"Oh?" You shift on your knees and prop up the stick between them, looking over anxiously as he digs in the netted bag.

    "I found them while I wasn't hunting," he sets them down on the ground between you.

    Two large, pretty, shells. They look like regular flat shells: save for their color. One is a glowing yellow and the other a 'normal' dark green green. "Shells?"

    "Aren't they so pretty?" He asks, voice laced in desperation for your approval as you pick up the glowing shell in disbelief. His face is decorated with a pale pink on his scales.

   He sees the wonder in your eyes and explains what he knows you must be thinking. "Humans haven't been that far down yet," he smirks. "You're probably the first to see one like this..."

    "Aren't they pretty?" He asks again, holding up the green shell for you to take. Your fingers graze against his as you take it slowly.

    "Pretty."

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Fill you up

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: based on a very long and very feral conversation me and my friend had about this edit

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not proof read, a few lines talking abt fertility issues, no build up(striaght to it lets goo!!!), kinda switch dynamics,established relationship, unprotected, breeding, overstim, hair pulling, an insane amount of dirty talk, multiple cream pies, pet names (namely sweetie&joongie, daddy &mommy a few times), slightly possessive, very slight degradation

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

        "I'm going to fucking fill you up, Sweetie." His sweet promise is a stark contrast to the way he rams his cock into you from behind. The sound of his hips snapping against your ass almost drowns him out, but he knows it doesn't when he feels your fertile pussy clench around him.

    You shakily hold yourself up on the armrest of the couch, knees and elbows buckling as he fucks you to your second orgasm. "Please, Joongie! Give it to me!" You neighbors are surely writing a complaint as they listen to the nonstop scraping of your furniture and your loud moans. You've been at it for over half an hour, and he still hasn't came into your abused cunt.

     He had tore your clothes off the second you crossed into you home when you came home from the doctors. They gave you the green light after your newest fertility treatment and he was saving up every last drop for your little pussy. He hadn't fucked you with anything other than his fingers for months and he refused to cum or touch himself.

    "Please, cum for me! I wan' it, give it to me, give it-me!" You were near floating the second you felt his cock for the first time again, and now you were absolutely over the moon. "Fuck- I love it, Baby, I love it, love it, gimme," you mumble into the fabric of the couch as you finally let yourself face plant. "I want your babies," you wail.

     "Don't worry, my sweet girl," he moans as he leans over your back, pushing your hair out of the way and licking your earlobe. He absolutely revels in the way your gummy walls clamp down on him in response. "Daddy's gonna give you every drop. Gonna fill you up," he huffs as he slows his hips to a leisurely pace, "gonna make you a Mommy. You want my babies... Mommy?"

    "Fuck, good Je- yes!" You try and throw your hips back, stiffened by his weight on-top of you. "Please," you almost cry, "please, give me your babies. Wanna make 'em, make so many for you, gonna give you..ah! Please, Joong!" Your tired hand searches him out as he leaves you.

"Let me see you when you take it," he groans as he pulls you down to the middle of the long couch and flips you over. He holds your hips as he slams into you, forehead pressed against yours as he stares into your soul. "Look so pretty, Sweetie. So pretty while I fuck my babies into your cunt~." He presses so so deep inside of your cunt, desperately claiming you as his. "All fucking mine to fuck. This gorgeous cunt is just for me- just for my babies, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, give me all- every drop, I can make it into the best- holy fuck! The best babies, the best for you. I know I can, just fucking give it to me. Please, Daddy!" He whimpers as your legs wrap around his pistoning hips and try and trap him closer, all while your hand grab the ends of his long hair and yank as you yell for him to cum inside you.

"My eager cumslut wife. You want it so bad you're crying? So pathetic for me," he coos sweetly as he wipes your tears. His words make you squirt on the spot, cream escapes your gushing hole and forms a lewd ring around his painfully hard cock. Your tightly wound voice begging for him even as your sloppy pussy cums around him pushes him over the edge and throws him into the deep end.

   His months of edging are apparent when he fills your womb to the very limit and makes his seed drip down your ass and stain the couch. He lazily licks as your neck as he cums and cums and cums.  "So good, M- amazing, amazing!" He whines as he shakes in your hold, leaning into your hand as you sooth his aching scalp. "Feels too good!" He tries to pull away when your locked feet push him back and make the both of you scream out.

   "Stay, stay like that, keep it- gotta keep it in."

    "Can't, I can't, I- cum again, please!" The way your cunt is so warm, so full of him, pulsing around his cock for the first time since forever... it's too much. He's already hard and pushed to the edge again.

    "So do it, Joongie. Fuck more into me, make sure it takes." And he does, saturating your insides beyond belief as he cries into your shoulder just how ecstatic he is to have you around his cock.

    When he pushes his limit just far enough, just before the brink of insanity, he reaches around and grabs your ankles tightly. He pushes them, holding them up and keeping you hips up in the air. "God," he moans as he sees your cunt absolutely gushing. "You're gorgeous..." His eyes rake up and down your sweat, spent form and he can't find a single flaw.

     "My wife," he moans sweetly as you drag your fingers over his forearms. You swing you legs to one side and prop up your ankles on his shoulder, giving him freedom of his hands while also keeping your cunt from over spilling. "All mine..." He whispers lowly as he drags his fingers from the very end of your cunt and pushing all the cum on his fingers back into you as you shiver.

    He swipes up all of the spilt cum on your body and works it back into you, dragging his fingers on your walls teasingly before he leaves you empty all over again.

     His cock is twitching at your soft whines, growing harder by the minute. You place your hand over your belly and smile, catching his attention. "What's that pretty smile for, Sweetheart?"

    "Gonna make sure it takes this time. Gonna try real hard," your tone is bittersweet, blinking away the pain in your eyes as you look up at his caring face.

    "S'not all on you, Sweetie." He divides your legs and slots himself between them. His hard cock lays on your pelvis, showing you both just how deep he fucks you. "I just gotta make sure I keep you full, then- don't I? You want that?"

   You reach you hand between you and slip his cock into you. Even just the tip filling you up has cum seeping from you again. "Dirty girl," he chuckles, leaning his head into your shoulder and nipping at your skin.

    He bites down just as he slams in and starts a merciless pace from the get-go, making you scream and grab at him stupidly. Your hands go everywhere. Scraping up his back. Leaving nail indents in his ass as you pull him closer. They settle in his messy curls. Tugging harshly as he whimpers.

"My fucking Goddess." He mewls, grabbing at your tits through the very little space between your bodies. You've locked around him like a koala, he isn't going anywhere until you decide your full enough.

He repeats, "I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

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Playtime

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader x Kang Yeosang

a/n: yeosangs arms + hongjoong brain rot + bsf putting ideas in my head = this ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE

"Playtime is so far from over."

✫彡wordcount: 2.4k

(>ᴗ•)genre: p w/o plot, crime au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, ddlg themes, established relationship(hj&reader), brat reader, dom hj, switch(?)ys, rough housing, voyeurism/exhibitionism, overstim, fingering, cunilingus, choking, squirting, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, protected and unprotected, lots of pet names

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

It's hard not to be intimidated. Hongjoong is big. He's buff and tall. He's the Captain of an underground vigilante group. He's scary. Even though you know deep down that your boyfriend would never put you in the line of danger or lay a hand on you: your heart is thumping as he sits back with an aura of subtly covered anger.

"You know I can't help these things. Why ar-" He takes a deep breath before he lets his anger speak for him. "You know I want you... But I have to get this done."

But you don't care. You need him. You need your boyfriend to make you stupid on his cock.

"No!" You whine, jumping up from the plush bed and jumping on him before he can stand. "Please, Daddy," you grind down on the forming tent in his dark skirt. "I'm so needy... haven't cum in days."

"I know, Baby. I'll have so much time for you when I get back. I'll take good care of my little girl."

"Wan' it now. Please, make me cum. I don't care how, just please, please!"

"I- stop it." He grabs your wrist as you go to flip up his skirt.

"You're already hard, Joongie. Let me just touch it," you almost cry, bouncing up and down on his knee. His eyes drop to your breasts, wrapped up all prettily in his favorite babydoll dress. The lace on the v-neck barely covers your nipples, and he can see a bit of pebbled flesh peek out as you move. "I need it, I need play," your brain short circuits as you watch the vein on his neck bulge.

"Need play? Stupid little girl can't even talk," he groans as he stands with you in his arms. He all but slams you on the bed and hovers over you like a predator. "Ask me again."

"I need playtime! I need it!"

He slaps you. Albeit lightly, it stings.

"I said ask, not beg."

Neither of you notice as the door opens.

"Please, Daddy... can we have playtime before you go? I promise it'll be quick, I'm so excited already."

"Daddy's gonna fuck you on his fingers, okay?" Before he's even finished speaking, you're rolling around under him to messily pull off your cute undies.

The shadowy figure at the doorway watches with wide eyes as the cotton fabric catches on your foot and dangles as Hongjoong pulls you ass to the edge. "You got something to say?" They hear him ask.

"Thank you, Joongie. Oh-" Your breath catches as he dips his longest finger into your wet cunt. You fall back in pure bliss as he fucks you on his finger slowly. "Thank you, thank you." You whine like a broken record, luring the figure to come closer.

Yeosang knocks into the desk by the door and catches both of your attention. You lean up to wrap around Hongjoong, which might be a mistake as it drives his palm into your needy clit. You whimper as you look at the newcomer, all while your boyfriend continues. "Hongjoong, s-stop."

"Stop? You wanted to cum so badly, Baby Girl. Don't act all cutesy now that Yeo's here."

"Uhm," he clears his throat. "The- eh- Seonghwa was wondering where you are. Should I tell him you're busy or..."

"Hongjo-"

"Quiet, Honey, adults are talking."

    "Joong!" You grab onto the back of his neck with your nails, crying as he presses into your g-spot. You dive your head into his chest and muffle yourself by biting at the leather on his shirt.

    "Open up my phone, Yeosang." The younger grabs it from the desk that foiled his voyeuristic tendencies. "Text him and tell him we won't be there. We'll catch the next plane."

    "We?"

   "Me and you. We've got a brat to deal with."

    "No, I- been good," it's mumbled by the leather in your teeth, but it gets across to him. "Jus' want to cum. Please, can I cum?" You whisper, locking eyes with Yeosang over his shoulder.

"Yes, Baby, cum." He moans as your hands trail down and under his skirt and boxers, grabbing the flesh of his ass. "Cum for Daddy. Get that pussy gushing for some real playtime."

Your eyes roll back as you clench down on his fingers, body threatening to fall back when his free hand wraps around your back and pulls you flush. It feels so, so, so good. Flooding your system and making you shiver with pleasure.

Only he doesn't stop. "God-" Your plead breaks off in your throat, leaving you silently screaming as the lewd noises fill your ears. "Daddy, please! S'too much! Too much! Gonna break!" You writhe around, slipping from his grasp and scooting away only for his fingers to follow you like they're a magnet.

"You're not gonna break," he laughs, grabbing the flimsy fabric of your babydoll dress and fists it tightly. "Stay still."

You can't. His fingers feel too good. Your mind is going into over drive with the flood of pleasure and you don't realize that your now backing into Yeosangs hard form. You only realize when you grab onto his knee and slot yourself between his legs.

He tilts your head up to face him and smiles at the way your face feels so hot in his hands. "Hi, Baby."

"Sangie, s'too good. Make him stop. M'gonna cum again." You kick your legs, one of which held in place by Hongjoong while he watches the encounter closely. It's not the first time you've played with one of his members, and it won't be the last. But he still makes sure you don't slip too far and off the deep end. He makes sure Yeosang follows the boundaries that are set in stone. He still makes sure to watch your hands incase you try to tell him it's really too much.

But your hands are only grabbing the sheets desperately. Your begging is only for compassion. And Yeosang provides it as your boyfriend continues his assault on your sloppy cunt.

"Awe, poor Bunny. You want me to hold your hand?" You nod, lifting your hand up in a grabbing motion. He wraps it up in his and gives you a comforting squeeze as Hongjoong lowers his head to face your core. "Didn't you ask Daddy to make you cum?"

"Mhm." You bite your lip as you watch him descend, teasing you by licking his lips.

"Then shouldn't you say thank you?"

"Thank y-"

You scream as he dives right into your pussy, focusing on your neglected pearl as he draws tight circles on it. "Fuck!"

He slaps your thigh as you try to run away, pulling back to scold you. "Watch your language, Missy."

"Sorry, shit- God! I'm sorry, Daddy! M'sorry! I'm gonna cum again! Please," you yell as your body betrays you and writhes around between them. "Please, can I?"

"Hold her still."

You groan as Yeosang lets go of your hand and wraps one big arm around your torso, the other around your collar bones, keeping your upper body still while Hongjoong holds your hips still with his free hand pressing into your pelvis.

As he starts licking at your weeping cunt, you scream, staring up at Yeosangs beautiful eyes, watching them glaze over with lust as he watches. "Sangie..." You whisper. All eyes flick to you. "Choke me while he makes me cum. Please. Please, Sir, choke me! M'close!"

He looks to Hongjoong, who shows now signs of stopping, he just looks to your neck, like he's waiting to watch your request play out. "Please, S-Sir! Want your pretty arms around my throat- need... need them!"

He obliges, arm sliding up and around your throat. He tightens it ever so slightly, and your eyes roll back before fluttering shut completely. "Our Baby likes being choked," he hums, amused, as your grab at his arm with one hand and Hongjoongs hair with the other. "Think she's gonna cum, Joong."

    He pulls away for a split second, slick dribbling from his chin. "Go harder, Sangie."

    "Yeah," you moan blissfully, dumbly repeating your Daddy, "harder, Sangie!"

His beautifully sculpted arms tighten like an anaconda, making the edges of your vision blur as the pleasure consumes your whole being. You tense up in their hold as your second orgasm in a row snaps in your gut. Clawing at his arm with a fucked out face, you wet your boyfriends face with your cum.

They watch in fascination as you squirt, Hongjoong quickly opening his mouth to slurp it all up. He hums around your over-sensitive cunt, making you come back down to Earth with a whimper of, "more, Daddy."

     Yeosang goes to drop his arm when you pull it right back up, glaring up at him with tearful eyes through your moist lashes. "Daddy?" You call out as you keep your eyes on him.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"Can Sangie fuck me, please?"

He wipes his face on the back of his hand and climbs up over you, untangling you from Yeosangs arms and lifting you up to your knees. He balls up a good amount of the fabric of the skimpy nightgown and then rips it off.

Yeosnag works quickly to grab the spaghetti straps and pulls them over your shoulders, leaving you bare and breathless between the leather clad men.

    "Because you asked so nicely, Starlight," he coos as he wipes back your messy hair. He leaves soft kisses all over your sweaty face, and pauses before diving into your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as she shoves it into your mouth. He doesn't give you any time to register what's even happening behind you.

    Yeosang tosses the foil off the bed and wraps himself up snuggly before climbing right up on you. He slips right into your tight cunt and moans in tandem with you as he inches in.

     He fits so differently than Hongjoong, who's cock is all but imprinted in your insides, but it's just as delicious when he fully settles inside your gummy walls.

     "Does he feel good, Baby? Making your pussy happy?" He asks as he cups your heated cheeks, smiling as you nod with a fucked out grin.

     "Ki- kissies."  You whimper as Yeosangs thrusts send you into his chest. "Kissies, Dada. Please."

    He licks up your collar bone to your ear, holding your hips in place as Yeosang tries rearrange your insides to fit him instead of Hongjoong.

   He bites down on your earlobe and you grab his shoulders, moaning like a bitch in heat.

  He snakes his arm back around your neck and grabs his friend with the other to steady the both of you.

      "You're such a good girl," Hongjoong muses, kissing you harshly. Your cunt tightens around Yeosangs girth and he tightens his arm, making you moan into the kiss. He leans away breathlessly, colliding his forehead with yours. "My good little slut. Aren't you? Making all our friends so happy? Letting them fuck that pretty cunt."

     "Yes, Daddy," you huff, keeping your eyes trained on him even as your vision blurs. "M'your good girl."

    "Open up, good girl." He taps your lips and slides his slick covered digits into your mouth. "That's it," he moans as you gag on them.

     Yeosang watches in a trance, hips snapping into your ass and filling the room with the lewdest noises of your gooey cunt. He leans his head against yours, all of your breaths colliding in the close proximity. He can hear the way his fingers kiss the back of your throat, just barely. And it drives him crazy.

    "Fuck her harder. Make her cum again."

     "Gah-" You screech as Yeosangs long cock knocks against your cervix at the same time Hongjoongs palm slaps your puffy clit. "Can't! Daddy! Daddy! M- I can't!" He swirls the two extra wet fingers around your clit and cups your chin, squishing your cheeks.

     His fingers still for a moment as you pout at him, giving him puppy dog eyes. Then he slaps them back down and returns his unrelentingly circles. "Fuck, Daddy!"

     "Watch that mouth, Honey, or we'll have to keep it busy."

     "M'sorry! It's- I can- Daddy!"

    "Why don't you cum for me?" Yeosang coos behind your ear, making sure his lips never touch your skin. "Cum all over my cock, Pretty Bunny."

    "Ah! Ah! Sangie! Gonna- I'm go-" Before you can warn him properly, your pussy is cumming and milking him for all he's worth as he fills up the condom.

    You both fall into Hongjoongs waiting arms and he lays you down gently, making him whine as he slips out of your heat.

"Good," he whispers lowly, watching you turn slowly and cling to Yeosang as he tears of his clothes. He comes close to you, only in his skirt and boxers. "Can't you take one more, Starlight? Wanna take Daddy's load?" You nod softly, scooting to lay lonesome and spread your legs. "Yeah? Want me to fill up that little cunt?"

"Please, Daddy." You smile as Yeosang cuddles up to your side and reaches his hand down to your puffy pussy. He's gentle as he spreads you for him, looking up at him for approval.

"Thank you, Sangie." He says with a quick pat and a smile.

You cry as he slips into you, grabbing Yeosangs head and whining into his sweaty hair.

"Oh, don't cry," he wipes your tears away. "Playtime is so far from over."

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Shells

Chapter Two

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: read part one here ! thank you for 600 followers what the heck 😭💖

"Our Hongjoongie will take good care of you."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): angst, captivity

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

   You went to sleep that night in Hongjoongs tight grip, lured to unconscious by his deep breathing, praying you would wake up back on the ship on the way to Australia. Hoping that you'd awake in Yeji or Hyunjins arms. Wishing that the sound of Minhos voice would be the first thing you heard.

Instead, God laughed in your face. Your were still in the sirens lair. You were in his unfamiliar arms. You woke to the sound of his humming.

    You lazily lift your hand from his hold and press it against your ear with a whine, making him chuckle. His hand feels like it touches your bones as he runs it over your neck wound gently. "A sirens song won't affect you anymore, Precious. I made sure..." He bites his lip as he looks at the red marks.

In the shape of his sharpened teeth: puncturing you deeply and marking you as his, finally.

It stirs something inside of him that he's never felt. Pure, unfiltered, joy.

"What do you mean?" Your question barely reaches him.

He ghosts his knuckle over the bruising injury with a smile. "My bite," he hums. "It makes you immune to a sirens powers and makes sure they all know you're mine." He pulls you impossibly closer, like he hasn't had you pressed to his chest all night long.

"One day," he begins dreamily, "you'll mark me." He has to stop himself from going into more detail when he senses your unease. Instead, he keeps those thoughts to himself for your sake and hikes his leg up your side to feel you closer. "My (Y/n)."

He listens closely to your uneven breathing, committing the pattern to memory so he knows when your anxious in the future. And he does know your anxious. He knows he should give you more space to get adjusted, both mental and physical space, but you feel so unbelievably good in his arms. You fit like the missing puzzle piece you are. Slotted in his arms, kept warm in his nest, safe in his den. He can't help it, he's on an ego-trip at how homey he's made it for your arrival. "My (Y/n)," he whispers into your back.

The sun is just beginning to shine through the tarp on the caves roof. It shines on the water and makes it glisten mockingly. You wish it would have swallowed you whole before the sirens even came to the wreckage. You wish it would eat you up and save you from your waking nightmare.

Instead, it was the source of them.

A head that peeks up out of the water and ripples it has you grabbing at Hongjoong in instinct. "Hongjoong," you huff as you wrap your hand around his wrist. His hearts almost drops to his gut when he sees the fear radiating off of you.

His blackened eyes follow yours to the messy mop of blond hair peeking out joined by a set of metallic black eyes. "Sweet Huntress," he sighs as he throws his head back, "San! You fuckin' creeper!" He flips ontop of you and makes you lay flat, covering your nearly exposed body with his own. "You can't show up here unannounced anymore," he complains as the water splashes.

He rubs your back in an attempt to be comforting as he watches his friend stand out of the water. "And put some shorts on, damn."

     "Sorry," San, as you now know him, chuckles. "I just wanted to meet her!"

Hongjoongs weight is slowly lifted off you and quickly replaced by one of many blankets to cover you up. You lay there nearly still and look over your shoulder at him. "It's alright, Precious, he's a friend." He speaks softly as he helps you sit up, wrapping the fabric around your body. He tugs you between his legs and wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing his chin on your head as he leans against the smooth wall. "(Y/n), this is my brother, San. San... this is my mate."

     You're thankful for the thick blanket as it covers your shivering, pulling it closer as the blond man inspects you from just outside of the bed. He sits cross-legged at the border of the sheets and looks your face up and down. He looks past you to Hongjoong and his eyes flick from shining black to red.

"She is, isn't she?" Hongjoong mumbles as he runs his knuckles across your cheek, "my pretty mate."

You're a bit confused as he continues to seemingly communicate with the man behind you silently, eye brows furrowing as he seems to ask a question. "Do you want to talk with San? He says you seem scared of him."

You feel you have no choice but to answer him when he leans down and whispers in your ear, "Don't be rude, Precious."

"H...Hello, San."

"Hello!" He holds out his hand and waits patiently for you to unravel one of your hands from under the blanket. "It's nice to meet you."

His hand is warm and wet. Water drips onto the bed from his arm as he shakes your hand enthusiastically. Hongjoong kicks him away after a long moment of contact.

    "Your mate won't be happy if she smells someone else on you." He comes up with an excuse to push him away from you.

     "Angel isn't that possessive."

     "Yeah, she is."

San pouts, shifting a bit before he smiles, "yeah, she is." He looks back up to you, "Angel is my mate! Maybe you two can meet soon, I bet she'd love to have some more girlfriends."

"Does that sound good, Precious? Once you get settled in she could come over and teach you some things. She was in the same situation as you not too long ago." He admires your features from the side as he toys with your hair.

"Yeah...sounds good."

"Awe," San coos loudly, making you jump. "I remember when My Angel was so shy! Ah, memories..." He sighs dramatically, laughing a bit. "Don't worry," he starts more seriously as he watches him wrap his hands up in your hair. "Our Hongjoongie will take good care of you. Speaking of which... Hongjoong?"

The redhead tilts his head to the side. "We're supposed to go get some things..." San drags on, watching the gears in Hongjoongs head turn. "Oh my- we were going to go to Taedmere. Stupid..."

"Yah! I'm older than you, show some respect."

    "Show some respect," he mocks as he stands up, "meh meh meh. Meh mehh, stupid." He laughs as he runs to the water and jumps straight in.

    He curses under his breath as Sans shorts resurface and lands with a plop. "I forgot about that, I was so cozy with you." He speaks lowly as he nuzzles his head into the back of yours. "You'll be okay for a few hours, right? I have to get some things for you. But I can stay if you'd like."

He can't help but feel a bit hurt when you say so quickly, "I'll be okay."

He hums, slipping out from behind you and coming to be in front of you, trailing his hand up your exposed leg and watching the goosebumps form. "I'll be quick as I can." He promises to your dismay, leaning forward until he's a few inches away from your face, scales burning bright red on his cheeks. "Could I have a goodbye kiss, Precious?"

You swallow thickly and hold his chin to turn his face to the side. You push your lips to his cheek, just below the blushing scales. "Bye, Hongjoong."

"See you soon, My (Y/n)."

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    He peeks his head up out of the water slowly and silently, scanning the room for you. He smiles when he sees you curled up comfortably on the bed he made. The blanket that he uses the most pulled over your head like a hood, already subconsciously seeking his scent as his mark heals.

    He dives back down quietly and out of the tunnel system. He finds San where he left him and clicks at him, grabbing one side of the large chest.

   They carry it to lay next to his chest as silent as mice and San bids him goodbye. Leaving him as he shakes off his hair.

     He makes sure to dry off and change into a new set of clothes after he remembers the way your rolled away from the wet spot he left behind before. Then he softly pushes you to your back and straddles you gently. "Precious," he hums lowly as he leans over you.

    He can't help himself as his lips come in contact with your cheek. He moans as he feels your skin under his lips. His kisses down your jaw to the mark and licks the wound with his rough tongue, making you whine in your sleep. He looks up trough his lashes and watches your eyebrows furrow as you fight to get your arms free from the blanket. He licks it slowly, closing his eyes in pure bliss as your subconscious wraps your arms around his head. He lays down on you slowly and holds back a snarl of pleasure as you trail a hand down his back.

       You legs wrap around his hips and he has to tear himself away before you get him too carried away. He doesn't want anything to happen until you come after him, wide awake. Your legs fall limply and you roll slowly, taking him with you as he lets you drag him around on the bed.

   You settle with him on his back, arms wrapping around his neck loosely and your head buried in his neck, right where you will someday leave your mark. He can hardly wait for the day, but for now he's happy with you curled up on him and sleeping soundly.

He toys with your hair for a long while, leaving short and long braids and twists that match his. He does so for so long in fact, you wake up all on your own. You blink confusedly a few times before you register the situation your in and sluggishly roll away from him: leaving him to pout on his lonesome.

"I have some things for you," he whispers as he rubs his finger tips over your bare arm. You shake his hand off and sit up, taking his favorite blanket with you- which makes him form a large grin. He wipes it away in a second flat so you don't catch on as you turn around.

"What things?"

    "Come, look." He scrambles off the bed and kneels at the chest, waiting patiently for you to join him. You drop the blanket, to his dismay, and slowly lower, holding his shirt down to cover yourself as you sit. You look at him wearily and then back to the chest. "Open," he taps on the top excited.

     You lift it open slowly and come face to face with a chest full of things. Fabrics, mostly. Along with small pieces of jewelry, what looks like a box of chalk, and a worn out leather-bound book. You glance over to him and find him looking at the treasures with a prideful smile. You turn back and pick up the book slowly.

    The title is in a language you don't even recognize, and you wonder how he expects you to read it. "It's a translation book. Until you get settled and such, you can busy yourself by learning my language." He explains with a smile, picking up the box of colorful chalks. "You can use this to learn, and to draw if you enjoy it... do you?" He asks eagerly, handing them over shakingly.

    "Oh, yeah... I guess I do." You set it in your lap gently and thumb through the book, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar glyphs and riddled with anxiety about what he means by 'settled in'. "Thank you, Hongjoong."

  He purrs as he hears his name roll of your tongue, hiding his blush by turning to the box and gathering up the fabrics. "I didn't find much that may fit you well, so I'll have to tailor you some clothes." He lets it all drop to a dry piece of the floor and beckons you closer. "Try these on, Precious."

    You quickly stand and slide the pants over your legs, thankful for the cover even it they are a bit big. At least they hide your eyes from Hongjoongs nonstop gaze. There is barely a second you can recall that he hasn't had his eyes on you when you were in the same room. Even back at the wreckage, his eyes were super glued to you.

    "Do they fit?" He rolls away from the fabrics he was sorting and lands on his knees in front of you.

    He looks up at you like you are the God who placed the stars in the sky.

   "Are they comfy?" He grabs the belt loop on the baggy bottoms and pulls you closer under the guise of seeing how they fit. He pinches the excess fabric to one side of your hip and smiles up, "easy fix, My (Y/n)." His hands have a mind of their own as they trail to the back of your thighs and pull you closer to him, making you tumble and hold onto his head for stability as he rest his head against your lower stomach. His hand stay put, which you thank the Gods for, as he holds you close, purring.

He holds back his tongue as a comment about how good you smell fights to escape, and all that comes out is a soft sigh of your name. He looks up with something sad in his eyes for a split second. Something sad that you can't even latch onto and register before it's gone and he's smiling again.

"Come try the rest on."

—

    He went to sleep that night with you in his protective hold, pulled to unconsciousness by your shallow breaths, praying that he would never wake up from this beautiful dream that the Huntress has finally given to him. Hoping that she would let you adjust quickly and become the part of him that was always hallow. That you'd come around relatively quickly.

    But it seems like the Huntress likes to challenge him. You're no long in his arms. He wakes up to your crying in the semi-separated room.

    He's at the doorway in a millisecond flat, slapping the wall next to the sheet and calling out your name. He so desperately wants to rush in and comfort you, to make it al better. "(Y/N)!"

    You go quiet the second you hear him. He can hear your anxious breaths through the thin separation. "Precious... can I come in?"

"No, stay away from me, freak!"

The words sting right to his heart. Like it had been whipped with a leather belt until it was raw and bloody.

He can't help the small whimper of hurt as his brain races a million miles a second. As it chokes out of his throat, you sob in pain.

He makes up him mind that he never wants to hear that sound again and flings the sheet out of the way, racing to you. He rambles on asking you what's wrong and all you can do is cling to the blanket and try to warm up your freezing bones. He cups your face and you immediately melt into his warmth, unable to see his flabbergasted expression as you search for his body heat through your tears; going as far as to open the blanket and invite him in.

"Precious, what's wrong..." He slips into the blanket and clicks at you in attempt to comfort you as he wraps his arms around your icy body.

"I'm so cold, Hongjoong." His heart drops at the sound of your voice. He hurriedly tilts your head to the side and looks at his mark. His eyes grow wide with pure panic.

     "Oh, no, no, no," his thumb barely ghosts over it, but it makes you cry loudly, clawing at his shoulders. It's much paler than the rest of your body, spilling its whiteness across your neck and reaching out like a watercolor. The teeth marks are raging red.

    "Make it s-stop!" You stutter out in anguish, "Please, Hongjoong!"

    He can only stare in pure heartbreak as it dawns on him.

   Your body is rejecting his mark.

—

Shells

Chapter Three

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you all so much for reading 🧡 enjoy some good angst hehe i promise the next chapter will be more lighthearted

"That's what I'm here to find out."

✫彡wordcount: 2.5k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): not edited, captivity, sickness, suicide attempt(kinda?), panic attack, mood swings, a single slap(not towards reader)

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass @wnewoo @catwhisk

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San and his mate are the first ones to arrive after Hongjoong cries out in anguish. They don't bother to announce themselves when they get to the den. San scoops up his shorts and shimmies them on while Angel snatches a piece of fabric to cover her lower half.

They find him how he's been for the past twelve minutes. The same position that he's been in since he called for help through the tribe bond.

Cradling your shaking, pale form in the blanket that you've grown attached to. Balling his eyes out in your neck as you cling to him for warmth.

You don't notice them, and neither does Hongjoong until San speaks up in a frightened voice.

"Hongjo-"

"San!" He stands quickly, making you yelp as it feels like he's rattling your bones like a wind chime. You stay clinged to him despite the fact it hurts. You don't want to face the over-polite mermaid or the stranger woman. "You have to help," his voice is broken, depressed, nothing like the scary and demanding voice you heard on the wreckage or the calm and passionate one you've grown to expect from him. "She's rejecting my bite."

The woman gasps and places a hand over her mouth in shock, nearly collapsing into her mate with wide eyes. San steadies her on her wobbly feet before approaching the two of you slowly.

    "Put her down, Hyung."

   "What?" Hongjoong growls, brown eyes quickly turning a deep black as he feels threatened, squeezing your trembling body closer to his, hiding your face in his chest.

   "You need to get away from her, it's ma-"

   "Don't tell me what to do!" He yells, pushing San back as he gets to close for his comfort, backing up into the wall of the small room.

   "Hongjoong, she need to be a-"

  "No!"

    They stop their screaming match when you whimper loudly, shaking hands going over your ears. Sans gaze softens and he looks down at his feet. Hongjoongs eyes quickly go back to a comforting warm brown, his scales flushing blue. "Precious," he whispers, placing his hands over your own.

    "Hongjoong, you need to listen to us." The woman speaks lowly as to not frighten you more, "you aren't thinking straight."

   "I'm listening," he grimaces, never taking his eyes off of you.

    "You need to let go of her. It's only making her body reject you faster." She states matter-of-factly, approaching much slower than San did.

   "I told you that you were being too clingy," San murmurs quietly, following behind his mate until they have the two of you cornered.

    Hongjoong outright hisses at his brother, baring his teeth and wrapping his arms around you tighter, "she needs me!" You shiver and begin crying as another yelling match ensues between the men, the woman sighing and holding her hand on her hip.

    "Why don't you ever listen to me? I already have my mate and she's fine! I told you, and look what happened, fucking dumbass!"

   "Show me some respect, brat! I raised you when nobody else would take in a mutt!"

   "At least this mutts mate isn't dying!"

"I'm dying?" You whine, looking up at Hongjoongs seething face. "Hongjoong?" You whisper through your tears.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I? H-"

She slaps the both of them simultaneously, shocking them and scaring the daylights out of you. Both of their eyes flash black, Sans going back to normal when he sees it was just her. But your captors eyes stay pitch black, sharp teeth peeking out from his lip as he growls lowly.

You push away from him and fall back without his support, collapsing into the hard cave floor.

   She stops him before he can reach for you, slamming him back onto the wall with a dull thud. "Shut the hell up, and get your head out of your ass if you want her to live! Don't you remember Yeonjuns mate? Huh? How he did the same exact thing and refused to listen and we had to bury her?" Her voice cracks with rage and unbridled sadness, "so sit down." She slams him down onto his behind and crouches, looking back to see as San lifts you up by your shoulders gently and pulls you out of the room.

    "Hongjoong-" You whimper, making him shiver.

   "Just let me get her comf-"

  "No! Leave it to the mutt," she spits his words back at him venomously, clearly angry at how he addressed her mate. "Let's have a talk, Joong."

   She sits down, right in-front of him incase he decides to make a run for you. "Don't be an idiot like he was. Don't make us bury another innocent girl. Don't make us banish you... we need you, and we'll need her soon. Get out of your own head and listen."

   He takes a shaking breath and retracts his teeth, eyes slowly lightening as he leans back into the cool wall and hugs his knees to his chest.

    "You need to be away from her. Her body is in shock from your hormones. You will go with San to fetch Yu-"

  "I can't leave her like this, she needs me."

   "No she does not." She stands her ground and sizes him up even though he is her superior. "She needs to see Yunho and go from there. If he says, 'oh,well she's just in shock from the cold' or 'oh, it's an infection', then you can coddle her all you want. But if he says, 'she is in shock from your hormones', then I will personally be keeping you ten feet away. Understand?"

   "B-"

  "Understand?!"

  "...Yes, Angel. I understand."

--

You awake with a start, groaning loudly as pain like no other wracks your body. The last thing you remember was San dragging you away. You passed out the second he dropped you on the nest.

Scanning the cave slowly, you find yourself alone. Or so it seems until the brunette woman from before is suddenly infront of you. You yelp, causing a string of coughs to rattle your lungs as you crawl away from her and slump against the wall.

She, like San, stays just outside of the border of the nest. She's kneeled down with a wooden cup in her hands, smiling gently at you. "Hello." She speaks softly.

"Where's Hongjoong?" You ask shortly. You may not be comfortable around him, but you certainly aren't around a stranger. Especially a siren stranger. You would feel safer with him. You would feel warmer.

"He's out to fetch the doctor with San. The will be back soon, don't worry," she settles down and crosses her legs under herself, holding out the cup. "Some herbal tea. It may not do much, but it will warm you up."

You eye the cup suspiciously, sniffing the air as if it will tell you if the drink is dangerous.

"It's just herbs, I promise. Hongjoong would have my head on a stick," she jokes lightheartedly and urges the cup forward, sitting just at the border of what seems to be safety with a small smile.

She doesn't seem threatening. Probably only five feet tall and no claws or teeth to be seen. But the scales on her cheeks give her away. And you refuse to trust any siren after what you've witnessed. "No, thank you." You cower into the corner where she can't reach and hope you haven't angered her.

"Okay, then." She nods and sets the cup down beside her, eyeing you up and down. "I'm Angel." She says.

You hum in response and curl up in the blanket tightly, keeping it just below your eyes so you can see if she makes a move.

"Sans mate."

"Mhm."

Despite the fact you're clearly uninterested in conversation, she speaks again. Only this time, you don't mind what she has to say. "I was kidnapped as well."

"What?" The words slip out before your brain comprehends, another fit of coughs tormenting you as you try to swallow them back down. The words seem surreal. Is that what has happened to you? Does kidnapping count if it's by a creature whom you're fated to be with by a God you didn't know existed?

It makes your head pound harder to think about.

"Mhm...four- or was it five? Five years ago."

"Five years?" You nearly choke. She's been here five years without escape? It makes your heart break for the both of you. It makes you wonder how many other humans have been kidnapped and turned.

"Yup. I was on my way back home from school abroad. Ship got sliced to Hell and there came the tribe." She seems to notice your unease as your lip trembles. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-" She cuts herself off and sighs, looking around the cave until her eyes land on your chest, and the fabric piled around it. "Hongjoong is a designer, did he tell you that?"

You appreciate Angel's attempt to take your mind off of the situation, but your mind is still racing over the fact that there is certainly no escape for you. "N-no."

"Of course he didn't, he hates to brag but also he secretly loves it. He was bragging even about how cozy he had made his den for y-" She watches wordlessly as you stand and drop the blanket, legs shaking as you carry yourself to the edge of the water. "(Y/n)?"

   Five years? You can't survive two days without your family. You'd wither away within the week at this pace.

You stare at your reflection for a moment, barely registering the shuffling behind you as she stands up.

   Maybe it's the raging fever. Maybe it's your existential dread. 

    Whatever reason...you let yourself fall face first into the source of your pain.

"(Y/n)!"

    The yell is muffled by the water flooding your ears. The water clings to your clothes and hair, hugging you tightly. You let the water cleanse your soul before you open your eyes; seeing Angels blurry figure leaned over the edge, watching as you sink.

You close your eyes again and you're back home with Hyunjin setting the table as you and Yeji chase your little siblings around. Minho walking in like he owns the place and snatching you up over his shoulder while he scolds you about being so mean to the little ones. Your father knitting in his chair and watching the lot of you fondly. Your mothers ashes watching over you from the lit fireplace.

       She tugs at her makeshift skirt as she searches the water for you with purple glowing eyes. She curses under her breath, panic evident as she dives in after you.

     The splash shatters the peace you've made for yourself. Your back softly collides with the sea floor, your lungs are begging for air- but you refuse. The dirt knocks loose and floats around you. A hand tugs at your shirt, but you open your eyes and fight back, pushing her away with all your might. The loud clicks from behind are lost to you as you struggle against her as she tries to drag you back up.

    The fight makes it all to hard to hold your breath, and you open up your lungs and let the sea water flood them. She screams, bubbles rising up as she desperately tries to pull you up.

She's pushed away by a flash of red and you're being raised to the surface as you flail. You collide with the ground harshly and cough, lungs eternally grateful for the strange man who threw you up even though you give him the darkest glare you can muster as you spit up water.

His pale blue hair hides his expression as he surfaces from the hips up, but you can feel his gaze focused on you. Hongjoong surfaces right behind him, not bothering to be modest as he climbs up quickly and scurries over to you.

"(Y/n), what the hell was that," he screams, lifting you off your back and turning you to your side, making your lungs empty the rest of the water.

"Get off me," you screech back, crawling away from him and into the bed. Uncaring as you soak it. You fold yourself up and push your back into the corner, hiding your face in your knees as you sob and snot all over your pants.

Multiple splashes later, you can hear multiple sets of wet feet approaching. You peek up and see that it's the man and Hongjoong, San comforting Angel by the smoldering rocks that once was a fire.

"What the fuck was that?" You're shocked by his words, eyes wide and teary. Why are your emotions being like this? You hated him five minutes ago and now all you want is to hold him and cry. "You don't know what's down there, you could have gotten hurt!"

"I know what's down there, what's down there kidnapped me!"

He gasps, scales and eyes burning red with emotion. "I didn't ki-"

"Yes, you did, don't try and lie to me! I want to go home," you sob, fisting up a scrap of fabric from the bed and throwing it at his face.

"Okay, let's-"

You cut the man off with a high pitched scream, throwing the next fabric at him. "Get out! Get out! Go away!"

    San cradles Angel close to him as she cries, watching the scene unfold with a heavy heart. He goes to stand and intervene as you kick at Hongjoong, inductively wanting to protect his leader even if he's mad at him. She grabs his wrist and shakes her head, and he sits back down slowly: holding her as they watch silently.

    Hongjoong slams your ankles to the ground and holds them still and you writhe. "Stop!" He growls loudly, eyes glowing a bright red. You still under his gaze and sob loudly, opening up your arms weakly.

He gives the man a quick glance before diving into your arms and lifting you up, holding your soaked form flush against him and holding your head as it bobs with your cries. "What's happening to me?"

    You watch cautiously over his shoulder as the man kneels down, now covered by a loose pair of shorts. He sets a small briefcase next to him and catches your eyes quickly.

"That's what I'm here to find out."

--

Shells

Chapter Four

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you for the support during my break, i've been working on this chapter for a good long while so i hope you enjoy it 🩶

"And from all this gloom, life can start anew..."

✫彡wordcount: 2.6k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): captivity, sickness, medical malpractice(technically!?), needles, not proof-read

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass s @wnewoo @catwhisk MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San has to physically restrain you after Hongjoong pulls you from the nest, holding you in a strange headlock with your arms squished against your head. Angel wipes her eyes and sits by your feet, holding them down with a shocking force.

    Yunho, as you briefly caught, rummages through his brief case in a clear panic as Hongjoong-curled up in the corner with his hands over his ears to block your cries for him- screams at him to hurry.

     "Please, Hongjoong, don't let them hurt me! Don't let them hurt me! Why are you doing this," the words lash at his already bleeding heart. And the screech you let out as you see Yunho retrieving a large syringe makes it collapse on itself.

     "Please, Precious," he cries from his hiding place, unwilling to let you see him crumbling, "Yunho will take care of you. He is the best doctor in the c-"

     "No! No!" Your yells make him whine, and in return; San holds you tighter and screams at the poor blue haired doctor.

     "Knock her out already, dimwit!"

   "Sannie!"

    Angels grip loosens as she scolds her mate, allowing you to toss and turn for a moment before a voice booms out and still the chaos.

   "Just what is going on here?" It shakes the walls, knocking Yunho to his behind and scrambling to get the dropped syringe. The remaining sirens all stand at attention and bow their heads.

    Hongjoong eyes flick to you in a warning way as you blubber and push yourself up.

      "Hello, I asked a question! Why is she still awake?"

    Your eyes finally meet the voices owner and you're lost for thought. Blonde hair past his waist, spread on the surface of the water as he floats. An aura of authority radiates off of him. But, you don't feel scared. This siren doesn't active your fight or flight.

     "Yeosang, I ca-"

    "I don't want to hear from you." He snaps at Hongjoong, turning his attention to Yunho, who's rapidly approaching you from behind. "About time, Yunho." He speaks lowly as the syringe pricks past your skin and a cool liquid floods your senses. "I could hear her screaming from Ormasse. I could barely think."

"I'm sorry, Prince."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls himself up on the ledge and inspects you as you dizzily crawl towards the safety of the bed. "I assume you haven't done the exam yet. She seems a difficult one."

Hongjoong holds his breath and slowly lowers himself back to the floor, watching as Angel gently leads you away from the bed and towards the sunlight.

"No, she has quite a bit of fight. It took us half an hour to get her out of the nest, she caught on t-"

"Get it done quickly so we can help her. No more human deaths on my watch. Whatever she needs we will provide as a clan. Am I understood?"

They all chime quietly in union, and he's gone before your head rolls back to face the water. You think for a moment he was a fever induced hallucination, but the tense nature of the sirens and the ripples in the water tell you otherwise.

San carefully rests you in Angels lap, and you don't have the strength to fight anymore. "What did you do to me?" You slur quietly, shaking from the chill in your blood stream.

"A sedative. Do your limbs feel heavy?" Yunho picks up your hand by the pinky and lets go, watching it flop back to your side. "Perfect." He turns and drags his case closer, metal objects catching the light and blinding you briefly. "I'll just need to check a few things to determine if the soul mark is the cause. Nothing invasive, a normal checkup and a some tests."

The tears fall freely from your eyes like they're droplets from a broken faucet, unstoppable as they glide down your face and onto Angel's thighs. She soothingly rubs her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her with big eyes.

"Yeji?"

"Yej-" She looks to Hongjoong confused, squeezing your shoulders softly.

"Yeji, I'm so cold..." You stir in her lap softly and lay face down, holding her close in your delirium, "sing me a song... the one Mama sung."

Hongjoong crawls closer as Yunho uncaps a needle and flips your arm, working to find a vein while you're distracted. "The one Mama sung... uhm-" She looks to San, who shrugs and shimmies close on his knees, watching you suspiciously as you cuddle into his mate.

"So dear friends," you mumble, "your love has gone... only tears to dwell upon." Hongjoong scrambles to your side the moment he hears your weak singing, uncaring of the stern look Yunho gives him.

He flops onto his stomach beside you and reaches for your limp hand, gently laying his finger tips over yours, crying silently as it shocks him. But he doesn't move, not one bit. He stays close as Yunho finishes his examination, your shaking voice magic to his ears, even as you trail off to sleep.

    "And then from all this gloom, life can start anew. And there'll be no crying soon..."

--

    "I have news."

    Hongjoong finally moves as Yunho speaks. The first time he's done so in hours. He groans as he moves his head away from you to look at Yunho. His eyes are dark and dull.

    You're still slumped in Angel's lap, the soft strokes she gives your head keeping you in a deep slumber. San had protested and said that she should move away because they don't know what's wrong with you and he'd kill you if you got her sick. But she didn't budge either.

     She kept herself leaned over you protectively, doing her best to comfort you in your unconscious state and going as far as making San bring her a blanket to lay under you and sing you as song as you stirred.

   San went from sulking in the corners to pacing the room to screaming at Yunho to hurry up and back again.

    Yunho, the poor doctor, was simply trying to focus as he watched your blood sample. And when his slit eyes finally caught a glimpse of what he was looking for, he fell over in his chair.

     "What is it, is she dying?" Hongjoong pesters as he sits up. "Tell me." His voice booms with an authority that makes the others lower their heads, and your body instinctively rolls towards him. He has to hold back another wave of tears as his heart aches to reach out for you.

     "No. She's not dying." Everyone's eyes are on him. "She isn't reject the bite either."

    Hongjoong breaths a sigh of relief as he immediately takes you up in his arms and scurries to the nest, pressing his back to the cool wall as he cradles you close.

    "She's accepting the bite faster than anyone I've ever seen. Her body is in shock from her own hormones, not yours." Yunho speaks precisely, professionally, digging around in his bag, "she needs more human hormones in her system, is all..."

    He strokes your cheek with his thumb. Thanking The Huntress that he wasn't the cause of his Precious's pain. Barely registering the words that are being spoke around him, unaware of the glare San continues to give him.

    When Yunho approaches with a syringe filled with dark red liquid, Hongjoong cups your neck so he can't prick you: simply glaring at the man as he steps into your nest. "Who do you think you are?" He growls.

     "Hyu-" A simple glare from him shuts San up, leaving him glowering as he squeezes Angel close.

    "Get out of our nest!" His voice sounds out loudly, shaking the walls of the cave and waking you with a start.

     Your heart thunders in your chest as your eyes flick to the water where your last memory was situated, feeling his hands over your neck, the sudden heat of the world. "Hong-" You can barely slur out his name before his teary eyes are on yours, the life back in the in an instant as he sees your opened eyes.

    "Precious, oh thank The Huntress, my (Y/N)," he peppers your face in kisses: uncaring as you cringe at the attention.

    "What's happening?" You turn your torso, eyes immediately landing on Yunhos feet past the border of your safety. "Get out of our nest!" Your words echo Hongjoongs, his heart soaring with pride as you fully turn and push the man, albeit weakly, causing him to finally back up. You fall out of his lap and push the mans leg until he lands a few inches away before flopping down on your side and coughing.

San holds Angel back with a hand on her stomach as she tries to approach, letting Hongjoong handle the situation as he rubs your back soothingly. "Get it out, Baby." He peeks at the syringe in Yunhos hand heart tired of breaking at your pain, "what is it?"

     Yunho takes a breath to speak before his eyes land on you, clicking in their language instead. All of the sirens seem a bit taken back. Hongjoong hides it the best, simply nodding and holding your hair out of the way. "Give it to her." Angel nearly gags, turning into San's chest so she doesn't have to witness as Hongjoong holds you down softly as Yunho forces the needle to break through your skin.

"It shouldn't take long." You peek at Hongjoong with wide eyes as Yunho speaks.

"Don't worry, Precious, it's just some vitamins, you caught a sickness from the water." His words ease the weight of the fluid as it spreads through you, and you don't bother to realize how Angel is actively gagging.

"It should kick in soon, I'll stay until it does to make sure that it's the right dosage."

--

The mated duo had long left, leaving the three of you in an awkward silence for a long while until you got the energy back to sit up on your own.

Hongjoong dives down, however hesitant to leave you, to gather some food. You admit that you would have rather had Yunho go, but as he keeps his space from the nest and minds his own business unless you speak first- you find yourself enjoying his company as the minutes drag on.

"How could you tell?" You ask suddenly, spooking the siren.

"Sorry?" He shuts his book and gives his attention to you.

From your spot in the far corner of the nest, curled up in your favorite blanket, you clarify, "that the water made me sick. It seems impossible to tell... I thought for sure that my hormones were killing me, it felt like a period time nine-hundred." He seems taken aback as you chuckle quietly, shuffling in the rickety chair. "I'm curious, is all. You don't have any equipment or labs I'm assuming."

He fixes his posture and clears his throat before speaking. "I could see the virus in your blood. I have very good eyes." Before you can open your mouth to ask, he responds, "not all sirens can see what I do. It takes some focus and practice and a lot of headaches but I can see pretty much every molecule if I try hard enough."

"That's... that's really cool." Your soft laughter catches him off guard for certain this time. "So you can see like..." You look around the cave and point at the wall, tapping it excitedly, "you can see all the different sediments?"

He nods softly and smiles as you get up close the the wall and inspect it. "That's crazy!" You exclaim as you fall back into the corner with eyes filled with curiosity.

By the time Hongjoong resurfaces, you and Yunho are cracking joke left and right as you share stories. He tells you how he pissed Hongjoong off by saying his stitching was uneven by half a millimeter and you tell him about the time you cut your brothers kite to win a bet that yours would fly longer. You're in the middle of laughing at the fact that a siren named Wooyoung is apparently very easy to distract despite fact that he has super-hearing when he sets the net down, catching the both of your attention.

"Joong!" You jump up, leaving the safety of the far corner with the blanket wrapped around you. He watches you, eyes filled with emotion as the nickname reaches his ears. "Did you find us something good?" He's almost as shocked as Yunho was when you cracked your first smile. But his happiness at the fact that you're already getting better overshadows it.

"Y-Yes, I got a species that you haven't tried before, I hope you like it~." He coos as you bend over the fire pit and begin working. There's no doubt in his mind that you'll be a good den-mother to the tribe. The only set back is that you don't have enough time to adjust as he'd like now that your body is processing his mark faster.

He smiles over Yunho, who smiles back. "I think I've probably over stayed my welcome," he speaks softly as he gathers up his things, "she's adjusting better than I could have imagined, as long as you keep her on track with treatments, she'll be ch- better in no time!"

"Ah no," you protest, peeking over your shoulder at the two as Yunho hands over a small bag of syringes, "won't you stay for supper?" Your puppy dog eyes are no match for a siren, and they simply chuckle at your antics.

"I don't think we're quite prepared for dinner guests, Precious," Hongjoong feels light headed as you turn your pout specifically to him.

"Soon?" Your begging eyes nearly have him giving into your every request, ready to force Yunho to stay for food just to see you smile once more. But he knows better.

"Soon, Love."

"Perfect!" You turn back to the fire, lighting it up quickly and tossing the blanket back to the nest. "Come help me then, I'm starving," your small giggle makes him fall to his knees and slide to you, quickly working to prep the fish.

Yunho looks on for a moment with a heavy heart. Once you found out the truth about your condition and treatment, you'd surely never smile at Hongjoong like you are now again.

He sets the bag of syringes down, praying that you never find out the truth about what's inside of them.

He dives into the water without another word and leaves the two of you alone in your temporary domestic bliss.

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hiya we stoked for ateez comeback yesss! can I make request pretty please! yander ateez caring for their sick darling? 💌

ATEEZ caring for a sick darling

Yandere ATEEZ(separately) x gn reader

a/n: how did i miss this ask ???? i'm so sorry anon 🥲 the comeback has come out and i'm beyond hyped LMAO stream bouncy . shoutout to my gf for helping me with mingi and jongho🤍

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ genre: yandere, headcanon drabbles

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: mentions of; throwing up, doctors and hospitals, sickness(headaches and colds), poisoning, captivity, none of these are healthy relationships

if you or a loved one is in an unhealthy or controlling relationship- there is help and there is ways out. know that you deserve better and don't be afraid to reach out

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Hongjoong has severe trust issues. The amount of times you've attempted to leave him has him on high alert for every little detail that may mean you're tricking him. So at first, when he hears you dry-heaving behind the closed bathroom door, his brain immediately says that you're tricking him. You're trying to pull the sick card? Really, Darling? He doesn't do anything at first, he sits down on the couch with his arms crossed and waits for you to give up your game of charades. But when you come out of the bathroom pouring sweat and pale as a ghost? He drops the idea that your tricking him when you collapse.

After his initial denial and suspicion, Hongjoong will be the most attentive of his darling, only rivaled by Hwa and San. He will treat you like a porcelain doll and give into your every need, no matter how demanding you get. Too hot? He gathers every fan in the apartment to wherever it is you are. Too cold? Welcome to the Kim Blanket Fort™️. Hungry for something he'll never usually give you? Eat uuuuup Darling.

Seonghwa almost breaks the door off of the hinges when he hears you crying. He won't leave or shut up until you've opened the door and are secure in his arms. Poor Darling, was it something you ate? Is your stomach upset? Are you running a fever? He bombards you to figure out just what's wrong so he can fix it for you. If you're sick enough by his standards, you'll be at the doctor in ten minutes flat.

Hwa is the yandere you want if you get sick easily. He isn't suspicious or overly possessive. He will take you to the doctor without a fight and babys you until he's certain that you are in good health. If anything, he is overbearing. He just loves his Darling so much, he'd just never forgive himself if something were to happen.

Yunho is a big baby. When he sees you trying to sneak some medicine from the cabinet, he snatches it up and starts crying as he pours it for you instead. Why didn't you come to him immediately? When did this start? Isn't he good enough to take care of you? In all honesty, he is. He takes great care of you but he is also such.a.bummer. He blames himself for letting you get sick in the first place and will be even more strict about going out or even opening windows. Say goodbye to Friday date nights for months- at the very least.

If you can handle a debby downer, Yunho isn't such a bad option. He rubs your back if you're aching and holds you warmly if you have the shivers. But he will cry and whine more than you will. One major problem if you get sick with a yandere Yuyu on your hip is that you will never go to the doctor. He believes that they are a breeding ground for diseases, all of the sick people in one building? Yeah, not happening. He can do anything a doctor can with the help of a little Googling.

Yeosang is similar to Hwa in the way that he will drop everything to take care of his Darling. When he's about to walk out the door for practice and hears you sneeze for the tenth time in an hour, his shoes are off and he's back in bed with you. Oh, don't worry Darling, Sangie will take good care of you. No matter how little sick you are, if you have symptoms he will be right by your side to make sure he can take care of you if they get worse.

And they will get worse. Because he will make you feel sicker than you are with a little dollop of his stash. He needs you to need him. You will never catch on because he only does it when you're beginning to get sick anyways. He doesn't see the harm in it. Yeosang loves to take care of his Darling and will make sure you always end up curled up to him begging him to make it better.

San learned everything he knows from Joong and Seonghwa. That includes the way he treats his Darling. That's why at first, he's suspicious when you start whining and curl up on your side of the bed while clutching your head. Do you really think that's gonna work? Hongjoong has taught him better than to fall for that act. But when your tears won't stop and you start to snap at him, he knows it's for real because he's taught you better than to yell like you are. Oh, sweet Darling, you must really hurt. Is it too bright? Is the show too loud? Do you need water? After he clears his mind and realizes the truth, he's even more doting than Seonghwa.

San won't take you to a doctor unless it's life threatening, but that doesn't mean he won't treat you like you're dying if you have the smallest of colds. He will bathe you and feed you and cuddle you to no end. And he'll do so until he's sure you're better. After your initial roadblocks of getting him to believe you, you won't have to lift a finger.

Poor Mingi. He has no idea what to do when you wake him up in the middle of the night as you shiver in your sleep. He's immediately turned to his best friend(Google) and looking for solutions to make you feel better. Will a hot rag make you feel better? Oh- but you have a fever! Maybe just the blanket- why are you still shivering? Before you came along Mingi never had anyone to take care of him when he was sick or vice versa so he's lost.

With a bit of your own guidance on your needs, Mingi will help you get better however he possibly can so that he makes sure you know he can take care of you better than anyone else. He'll get all the medicines you recommended and be at your beck and call, all while taking down mental notes for when you get sick in the future.

With Wooyoung, it's business as usual with a bit more caring actions or a little more leniency with you. He knows your sick when you ask for the first shower in the morning, he always gets the first shower but he lets it slide because he can tell how nasty you feel with the sickness on you. Of course, Darling. Do you want some hot tea when you get out? He isn't overbearing in any aspect.

Woo will let a lot of things slide when you're sick that he usually won't but that doesn't mean he won't catch on if your trying to draw it out. He will be nice for a few weeks before he gets tired of it and takes you to a doctor. If the doctor says you aren't sick? Good luck, Darling. Nice Woo's stay is over.

Jongho to the rescue. He is very obsessive observant when it comes to his Darlings health. He and you both take vitamins and supplements religiously, and have regular check-ups. Health is one thing you can always count on him to take care of, so it isn't a shock to him when you come to him right away when you feel sick. Oh, Darling...how did this happen? Come and have some medicine, let him give you a little check up. You'll still have to go about your life regardless, the world doesn't stop like it may with other members.

Jongho has a list of things to make sure you do to feel better while you both go about your regular life. He fits in a nap for you, along with extra veggies, and a longer daily walk for fresh air and sunlight. He doesn't leave you to the wolves, but he won't coddle you either. Unless you go and stray from his checklist. Then he'll take a few days off and watch you like a hawk, force feeding you your medicine if he has to. He won't let his Darling be sick.

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what started as a one shot inspired by san and woo in the van has festered into an entire plot in my head and i'm so thankful that people liked the part because i NEED to write this story. thank you so much for the love you gave the first part and i hope that you enjoy the rest <3

DJANGO masterlist

' my chess game at the end of this century will be trouble ' - DJANGO, ATEEZ

Chapter One : DJANGO

San and Wooyoung focus

Chapter Two : DUNE

Yeosang and Seonghwa focus

Chapter Three : WAKE UP

Yunho and Jongho focus

Chapter Four : OUTLAW

Hongjoong and Mingi focus

Chapter Five : BOUNCY

ot8

Epilogue : THE WORLD

Shells mini masterlist

i made the mermaid joong art plz don't steal it 😭

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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works contain mature and explicit content ; please read individual story warnings and take care of yourself 🩵

also: i'm not a solo stan, just very very heavily hongjoong biased

i write for ateez(ults), stray kids, tomorrow x together

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requests and tag lists open !

mature (m)

explicit (x)

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upcoming : allure part three, shells part six

ATEEZ

Units

Valentine! - head canons, drabbles (x)

Yandere ATEEZ taking care of a sick darling - head canons (m)

Sub ATEEZ - head canons (x)

DJANGO - ot8 (x)(m)(!!!)

Manners One & Two - hj/sh (x)

Playtime - hj/ys (x)

Should I? - yh/mg (x)(!!) & Part Two

Favorite positions - head cannon,drabbles (x)

Allure Part One -hj/sh (x)(m)(!!!)

Kim Hongjoong

Shells mini masterlist (x)(m)(!!!)

Pretty (x)(!)

Stupid games, stupid prizes (x)

Fill You Up (x)(!)

Breath & Breath alt ending (m)(!)

Piña Coloda (!)

Tough Luck (x)

Your Color (x)

Closed Doors (w/choi soobin)(x)(m)

Park Seonghwa

Tease (x)

Pretty Boy (x)

Bebe (!)

The Garden (Chapter One)(m)

Baby (m)(!) , Medicine (m)

Jeong Yunho

Handle it (x)

The night we met (x)

Days In : Chapter One (m)

Kang Yeosang

Otona Blue mini masterlist (m)(x)(!!!)

Yours (x)

Choi San

Who? (x)(!!!)

Heavenly (x)

After Hours (x)(!!!!)

Closer (x) (!!)

California Dreamin' (m)(x)(!!)

Moll (m)(x)(!)

Song Mingi

Sweet dreams (x)

Don't make me beg(x)

Cornflower Blue (x)(m)(!!!)

Jung Wooyoung

Marks (x)

Kiss it off me (x)

Aren't you? (x) (!)

So good (x)

Choi Jongho

Heard that? (x)

Tomorrow x Together

Units

Choi Yeonjun

Choi Soobin

Closed Doors (w/khj) (x)(m)

Choi Beomgyu

Can't help it (x)

Kang Taehyun

Huening Kai

You like it?(x)

STRAY KIDS

Units

Bang Chan

Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

Nothings gonna hurt you, Baby (m)(x)(!)

Shells

Chapter Five

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: i know i said DJANGO chap two would be next but i've wrote over five thousand words for it and lost the train of thought and wraaaaa 😭 a/n2: EVERYBODY STAY CALM OKAY EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM I COULDNT HOLD MYSELF BACK ANYMORE OKAY IM SORRRRY

"For now, he's content to just press his body onto yours and cage you in the nest he made just for you."

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✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): wet dreams, masturbation, mutual masterbation(?), somnophilia technically, no actual smut, more plot development mwhahaha

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass @wnewoo @catwhisk @silentcry329 @dear-dreamie @atinycafe @is4b3ll3s s @stvrfir3

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The nest is so warm. It feels safe as the thunder rumbles seemingly nonstop. His arms are wrapped around you tightly and squeezing you close protectively as he hears your heart thud in your chest. "Are you scared of the storm, My Precious?"

      A soft nod is his only response, a whimper pressing past your lips as a particularly loud crack of thunder echoes in the cave. "Don't worry, Joongie will protect you." His hand softly rub your stomach and trail down to your bare thighs.

    When did you take your clothes off?

      His hands are so warm and calming as he caresses every inch of skin he can reach before one finally lands on your epicenter. He cups your heat warmly and moans into your ear as he grinds onto your hip, whispering obscenities about how well you'll take his cock one day soon.

     He kneads your plush flesh in his hand for a moment, seemingly basking in the feeling of your juices wetting his palm before he pulls away and crawls down your body, his eyes trained to you like the predator that he is- shining darkly as his scales flush a bright red that rivals his hair. "Will you let me?" He croons deeply as he comes face to face with your wetness.

    "Mmm please, Joongie," your soft moan wakes him with a start, eyes flicking black as he searches the den for any potential danger.

     "Precious? Are you quite alright?" He whispers as he curls closer to you, feeling your head and frowning deeply as he feels your heated skin.

   Is your fever back so soon? It's been three days since your first dosage and you've been fine. Why all of the sudden should you be s-

    "Nngh," another moan stops all of his movements, frozen like a statue as he catches a glimpse of your hips rolling subconsciously. He backs up and off of your body, forcing himself to ignore the small whimper that leaves you as he heat disappears.

    You've got his, and now your, favorite blanket balled up and pressed between your thighs, moving your hips lazily for any kind of friction. "Like that," you purr subconsciously, and that's all it takes for all of his blood to rush downwards, a raging hard on in his sleep shorts in a second flat as his eyes flick up to your blissfully unaware face.

    Your jaw is slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together as you hump your hips upward clumsily.

     "Oh sweet Huntress," he curses under his breath, slapping a hand over his mouth to cover any noises you may have caught over the storm outside.

   He backs away further, pressing himself to the cool rock wall. He doesn't want you to wake up and think he was the cause of whatever clearly wet dream you're having. And, Gods, is it wet.

     His blackened eyes are trained on the small patch that you rub your core on over and over. You've soaked through the shorts that he made for you to sleep in and are smearing your eagerness on his blanket with continued soft moans trilling off of your tongue.

     He's just about to get up to relieve his hardness elsewhere for your own modesty, knowing full well you can't control this dream your having and knowing even more that if you ever ever knew he had jacked off beside you that he would never so much as get an innocent smile thrown his way.

   But then?

   "Oh, Joongie," it trails off your lips and causes a pang of arousal to hit his gut roughly, biting into his hand with his own sharp teeth as his tip leaks into his shorts.

    Is this his own dream. His mate having a wet dream about him is his wet dream? There's no way. No way.

    "Fuck harder, Hong," you slur and stammer in your sleep, and he has to free himself of his fabrics immediately. Gone is any of his modesty or care for yours. If you're having a wet dream about him, he can just say he had one about you. That's what he's making himself believe is happening even.

     The electric spark he feels when you roll and hike your knee up on his thigh assures him that it's real, however. That he, in fact, is not having the best dream of his life.

    But he chooses to ignore that as he slowly strokes his girth. You look so delicate and beautiful as you smoosh your head deeper into the nest that smells like your mate. He matches his strokes to the way your hips swirl and grind as deep into the balled up blanket as possible. Your body must still be processing his bite too fast. Your horniness is exactly what he was feeling since he bit you, and what he would expect of you in a few weeks if you had been taking his bite normally.

    But he isn't complaining, he's thanking the Huntress as one of your hands seeks out his body heat subconsciously and grips onto his thigh, digging your nails into his skin. "Mate," the word that rumbles off your trembling lips nearly has him cumming on the spot. Five days in, and he's never so much as heard you utter the word besides with disgust. But this time- oh this time. It's laced with honey and desperation and a passion he's never heard from you.

     "Mate," he whispers back as he fists his length roughly, biting his lip to hold back the growls he so badly wants to let out, afraid that he'll wake you before either of you have a chance to relieve the build up of intense hormones that come with the bite he left on your neck.

    He feels an immense amount of guilt for watching you in such a vulnerable state without your expressed permission, but he'll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away. You'll never know, and he'll never tell. But that doesn't stop his from feeling a bit guilty. What does stop him- what washes away all doubt of his actions is when you lay flat on your stomach and reach your hand under yourself, into your shorts.

     The smell of your sweet, sweet aroma finally hits him full force and he paints his stomach white with his own pleasure, a quiet growl that he can't hold back ripping out of his clenched teeth.

     And even in his pleasure induced delirium, he doesn't dare miss the way that your body seizes up and the wet patch in your shorts grows tenfold before you slump to the warmth of the nest and nuzzle his pillow with a delicate whine.

     "Hongjoong," you murmur through you deep breaths, clearly spent from your unconscious release. He tucks himself back into his own shorts and wipes his stomach on a spare piece of fabric before curling up ontop of you and holding you close securely, ignoring the way that he's still hard. It will go away on its own.

     He's taken more than what you would give in your waking state and for now, he's content to just press his body onto yours and cage you in the nest that he made just for you.

-

     You wake with a newfound pep in your step, metaphorically of course: because Hongjoong refuses to get off of his place on your back for a few hours. He trills happily and holds you close tightly, clicking in the language you don't understand.

   Unbeknownst to you, he's confessing his sins with that sickly sweet tone and bright smile that has you holding back a smile of your own. He tells you exactly what happened with a smile on his face even though he feels like collapsing in on himself a tiny bit. Just to get it off of his chest.

    You fail to notice your dried up arousal until you get up and skip to the separate room to relieve your bladder, and then you're staring down at it dumbfounded. The splash of the water outside of the room lets you know he's gone for a bit.

      He told you, thankfully in the language you understand, that he had some matters to attend to with the tribe.

   So you waited for a few minutes to make sure he's truly gone off before you run out in one of your new outfits that he tailored for you in the past days, diving into the nest and shoving your soiled shorts to the bottom of the thick pile of fabrics.

    You also fail to notice that you had shoved it right next to the rag Hongjoong used to clean himself up, copying his exact shameful actions as you tried to hide the evidence of last night's subconscious rendezvous.

     You don't remember exactly what had happened in your dream, but you do remember that it made you want to kiss him when you woke up. And that fact scares you.

So, you distract yourself with the chest of goodies he gifted you on that second day before all hell broke loose. With your ever growing collection of shells, a small knife, and the wires from a discarded ball gown, you sit down by the fire to work: listening to the storm rolling outside.

-

Hongjoong pushes his way all the way to the front of the crowd and up to the small throne, sitting himself down next to the smaller, empty chair.

"Begin." Is all he clicks. And nobody makes a move.

Annoyance is clear on his face as he scans the people, and it's not hard for them to tell that it's because he had to leave you. He's nearly bouncing to get back to your den, and he doesn't try to hide the fact.

"Today!"

One of the lower ranked sirens swims forward and refuses to look up as he communicates in a quiet voice, "Sir, a few of us had heard of your mate's condition. And we were con-"

"Unless you are going to pray for her speedy recovery and wish us luck, I don't want to hear it. Save your breath."

"Sir, we heard you're treating her with Tophra..."

"That we are. Is there a problem?"

"I thought that it was outlawed because of la-"

"It is. Nobody else is to use it. We used it to save your future den mother, does that fact bother you so much, Minjae?"

"No, Sir. We're concerned for her, is all."

"Don't be. Yunho knows what he's doing and so do I." His dismissive tone makes the young siren realize that their cause will be going no where, so he slides back into his place amongst his brothers and gives Angel a sad glance from across the room.

"Next matter of business?"

-

     "Of all the comrades that e'er I had...They're sorry for my going away," your voice echoes in the quiet den, loud enough that it drowns out the rippling of the water as the top of Hongjoongs head emerges. His brown eyes shimmering and scales on his face a light pink as his ears twitch, focusing in on your voice.

    "And all the sweethearts that e'er I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay..." Although the treatment had stabilized your hormones and slowed the progression of you accepting his bite, it hadn't fought off all of your symptoms. Just the most painful ones.

     You sang. Very much, and very well. The past three days in the den have been filled with soft lullabies that you remembered from your childhood. More often than not luring you and Hongjoong both to sleep.

      You nested- scraps of fabric that he insisted were useless after he finished fixing a garment to fit you, you padded your sleeping area with even more- even if they did little to nothing. Sleeping deeper into the morning despite the fact that you were an early riser back home.

Your bones ached when you were away from him for too long, growing cold and tired on your lonesome.

And above all, you slowly began accepted him as your mate. Though you still preferred the words 'My Hongjoong' instead. Mate sounded too primal.

"So fill to me, the parting glass... Good night and joy be with you all. Good night an- JESUS!" You yelp as he hops out of the water noisily, shorts already on. You hold your project to your chest and muster up a glare to throw his way, only met with a cheeky smile as he joins your side by the fire. He begins skinning an unfamiliar animal, his smile unwavering.

You flatten out your hand over your DIY secretively, which gains a peek from him. "What's that?" You both ask simultaneously, a smile pulling at your lips as he chuckles.

"A secret. What's that?" You turn your body to keep working on it as he works on what is clearly dinner.

"A mammal," he explains shortly, smirk tugging at his lips as he moves to look over your shoulder- pushed away as you place your palm to his forehead and push him back. He laughs and leaves you to it, "okay then, Precious."

You both work separately until he taps your back, a wooden plate of food ready for you to share. "One more minute." You stick your tongue out in concentration, jumping slightly when he places his palm flat on your back and rubs gently.

"Your food will get cold," he pouts and he rests his head on your back, humming softly as he listens to your heart.

"I'm almost..... done!" You turn with your hands cupped together, hiding your project effectively. "Close your eyes," you blush softly as he looks at you with wide and sparkling eyes.

"It's for me?" He asks as he complies, listening to your movements closely as you crawl behind him and latch something onto his neck loosely.

"For you," you whisper as you give into your strange urges and hug him from behind, stroking his bare chest softly, "open."

His eyes flick down to the loose necklace in a millisecond flat, tears welling up as he sees the dark green shell he gifted you on your first night in his care. It's surrounded by littler ones of various colors and shapes, all dangling by his heart. "You-"

    "Mhm, I made it for you. I want you to wear it."

    You don't know the effect that your words have on him. Gifting is a way of courting in his world, and accepting is a way of also accepting the person. This is the first time you've gifted him something, and it's handmade of all the things you've accepted from him.

    "You don't have to but I pricked myself quite a few times so I'd ap-"

    "I'll wear it. I'll wear it every day, I'll never take it off!" His eagerness makes you laugh. A soft and comfortable sound that he cherishes, he gets to hear it so rarely. "I want t-" He cuts himself off as he runs his finger tips on the shells.

     "Hm?" You rest your chin over his shoulder and peek at him, a gently smile on your lips- which he seems to be zeroed in on, his eyes slowly darkening. You let go of him and back away slowly, lowering your eyes.

   "Kiss you." His short, broken, sentence makes you look up as he approaches: slotting himself between your legs and pressing his chest to yours and pushing you down to the cool floor, the necklace resting between you. "Mate."

    "Hongjoong-"

    "Mate. Kiss you," he pants as he rests his forehead on yours, his next word a desperate and drawn out whine, "please?"

    Your head moves to nod, and not even a fraction of the way there his lips are collided with yours as a feral groan rips through his throat. His hands grip at your cheeks, holding your face close to his as yours wrap up in his damp hair. A collection of clicks and purrs come from him as you moan into him softly. He just feels so right. His lips. His warmth. His love. It all feels right now.

He wants to hold you and never let go, but he remembers that you still have to breathe more than he does and pulls away from your lips just enough to let you inhale deeply- still ghosting over your soft skin. "Hongjoong," you coo softly, grabbing one of his hands and blowing on his palm, making him shiver with pleasure as your name shows up once again.

"My (Y/n), I'll always wear your shells."

-

Closed Doors

❥ Yandere Choi Soobin x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH WRRRRAAAA 👻🎃 mwahaha i came back strong with this one 🫣

✃ "Watch close, don't even blink."

✫彡wordcount: 4.1k

(>ᴗ•) ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ genre: smut w (a little) plot, yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, stalking, drinking culture, dom joong x sub soobin x switch reader, noona/hyung kink, tipsy sex, threesum, pet names, fingering, DIIIIRTY talk, cunnilingus, corruption kink, edging, squirting, handjob, m x m, deep throating, throat bulge, snow balling, unprotected (booooooo), one slap, light degradation

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Kim Hongjoong is everything Soobin wants to be. A strong leader. A respected producer. An ambassador. Someone to be looked up to and praised.

And you, Hongjoongs girlfriend of nearly three years, is all he wants. A loyal partner. An understanding person. A kind soul that clings to his.

He knows anything and everything there is to know about you and Hongjoong. He watches all of Hongjoongs content, he stalks you as you run errands. He knows the scent of perfume Hongjoong buys every other month and he has a caddy full of your favorite soaps. He knows how you only hold hands in the dark to avoid the paparazzi and he knows all of the sweet nicknames you call each other.

He knows how bad this could be for him should it ever get out that he's obsessed with his senior and his girlfriend. He knows first hand how badly it feels to be violated of your privacy. But he can't bring himself to stop. He can't help but bask in your existences. He needs to know more.

He needs to know the brand of condoms Hongjoong uses, if you take brith control. Does Hongjoong always take the lead like in those heated kisses he's caught glimpses of backstage, or do you like to have power in the bedroom? He needs to know if Hongjoong looks as beautiful covered in sweat in bed as he does on stage, he needs to know if your hair frames your face just as gracefully when your head is thrown back in pleasure.

    Just being a bystander isn't enough for Soobin anymore.

He needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.

彡★

The house is eerily desolate, perched atop a hill in the middle of a field. Nothing but trees and flowers and mother nature on her lonesome to witness what goes on in the lot. It was gothic in its architecture, pale in its color palette.

Despite the houses deathly aura, life rages in inside of it. Shadows of people dancing by the windows, muffled music leaking from the walls, a shout or yell every so often from a drunken party goer.

    You're clearly buzzed, Soobin can tell. You're stumbling around and gripping to the wall every so often as you move your body to the beat of the music. Hongjoong isn't around you, so he takes the opportunity to approach you. Though he gets nervous around you, his heart stops in his chest everytime his senior so much as addresses him directly.

"Binnie boy!" You cheer with a wide smile, discarding your red solo cup on the antique table behind you in favor of wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "I didn't think you made it!"

So you're an affectionate drunk. Lucky him-

His heart is beating wildly, he's never been more thankful for loud music. He can barely breathe, his arms tingling as he wraps them around your shoulders. God, you feel so warm. "H-hey, Noona. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been forever since I went to a party," your hand lingers on his chest as you back away and grab your cup again, lighting his skin ablaze through the thin fabric of his costume.

After you take a swig, you offer it up to him. When he goes to shake his head, already blushing and feeling drunk on your proximity, you roll your eyes playfully and stand up on your tip toes, holding the lipstick-stained cup to his lip. "It's rude to refuse a drink," you tease, nearly cooing as he opens his lips and drinks immediately. "Good right? I think Gaeul made it."

He's not registering any of the words that are coming past your lips. His brain is going a million miles an hour as he feels the lipstick that's transferred to his lips. Sure, he has alot of the products you use but never from your own personal collection. Never from your own lips, even if it came off a secondary source. This is almost as good as when he found one of Hongjoongs sweaters at a thrift shop after watching him drop off a bag of donations.

"I found it!" Hongjoongs voice brings him back to his own body, and he's immediately frozen again as he feels the fur he knows he's wearing wrap around his shoulder. He has to be dreaming. Is he dreaming?

Hongjoong is right by his side, hip to hip with his arm stretched up and around his shoulders. "Is she teasin' you? She likes to tease when she's drunk," he chuckles, looking up and watching the younger mans face flush deeper as he stutters.

"I'm noooooot," you draw out dramatically, slipping your hand into his open fur coat and under his top. "I'm just being friendly- right, Binnie?"

He's nearly gasping for air as he watches the two of you. What in the world is going on?

"You found one?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong moves away from Soobin and drags you to the stair case, and he watches in confusion as you both stop on the second stair, your conversation hidden by the loud music and the shadows.

A few moments later, you're coming back to Soobin and grabbing his hand, "c'mon."

He can only follow the warm grip you have on his hand, blinded by how good it feels to have your skin touching his that he doesn't even notice as you lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms with Hongjoong hot on your tails.

"Wh-" The words die on his tongue as you let go of his hand and dive into the tall, elegant bed. "Non-" There they go again as he turns as sees Hongjoong latching the door locked.

You look like the angel you're dressed as as you lay down on your back, your head propped up by the pillows and your legs spread so invitingly.

"Isn't my Angel so gorgeous?" Hongjoong asks as he joins him at the foot of the bed, a smirk painting his face as he watches his ears flush pink. "Don't you just want to..." he trails off, watching in the corner of his vision as you pull the white dress above your hips teasingly slow, "fuck her dumb?"

"Hyung!"

Your giggles fill the room, and Hongjoongs follow, leaving Soobin stunned more than ever; a deer in the headlights. "Oh, c'mon Binnie," you moan as you slip your hand into your underwear, "we aren't blind."

"We see how you watch us," he finishes your thought, shrugging off his coat.

"Mhm," you nod in agreement, watching his bulge grow with his blush. "If you don't want to join us, close the door on your way out- ah!" Your laughter fills the room as Hongjoong jumps into the bed, kissing and licking at your neck.

His eyes flick between the two of you and the locked door. His mind is already made up but he doesn't want to seem too eager. He thought he was sneaky enough. How much do you both know?

"You're so wet just from teasing him," Hongjoong purrs as he slips his fingers into your bare heat, your skimpy panties discarded at the edge of the large bed.

He almost immediately starts pumping his fingers into your wetness, purposefully slapping his palm against your clit to create more lewd sounds. Soobins head is spinning. His eyesight is blurring, but at the same time he can see your face twisting in pleasure so clearly. He's crawling into the bed instinctively to get a closer look, his brain can't comprehend the amount of hormones that are flooding him. From your feet, he can see the wetness on Hongjoongs fingers as he pulls them out briefly before they dive back into you.

"Staying?" Hongjoong grins as he looks over his shoulder, slowing his fingers to give him a good showing of your wetness. He only nods in response, eyes never leaving your puffy clit and sopping hole.

"Ngh-" He moans as Hongjoongs free hand grips the back of his neck, forcing him face to face with your core. The sound of his fingers pressing against your walls paired with the scent of your arousal nearly makes him come undone the second the tip of his nose grazes your clit.

Your hand comes down and pets his head almost innocently, and he looks up your heaving torso to see you as you speak vulgarly, "have you ever eaten a pussy before, Binnie?"

       He shakes his head, the tip of his nose still forced against your clit by Hongjoongs grip.

      "She'll get you addicted," Hongjoong moans lowly at the thought of his own tongue on you, he can taste the memories, "she's fucking delicious."

He lays on his stomach between your legs, next to Hongjoong whos straddling your thigh. "H-how?" He forces his voice out, his hot breath fanning you.

"Show him how, Baby," you prop yourself up on your elbow and wiggle your hips, smirking at the two of them. "Show him how to eat pussy like a real man."

Hongjoongs slips his fingers out of you and sucks them clean as he positions himself next to Soobin, rubbing down his back sensually. "Watch close, even blink."

"Oka-" He's left speechless once again as his tongue darts out and laps up and down the length of your heat, pointing and circling your clit before diving into you and all over again. He listens to his Hyung, though he doesn't know if it's even intentional. He wouldn't blink if his eyes were dryer than the Sahara.

His skilled tongue skims and rubs and fucks all of the right places, not a single part of you left untouched as he moans into you. "Oh, fuck, Joongie," you squeal, thighs trembling briefly before they lift of the bed and press into them.

He pulls away and pushes the thigh that's pressing into him back down, nodding at Soobin to do the same. His slender fingers dig into your skin softly as he copies him, pressing your leg back into the soft sheets.

"No," you whine, "so close!"

"C'mon Princess don't be selfish, let our guest have a taste before you squirt all over us, hm?"

"Squirt- squirt? You squirt Noona?" He pants breathlessly. He doesn't know how he's going to survive.

You chuckle softly, head tossed back as you rub your wetness on his chin, getting oh so close to his lips. "Make me cum and you'll find out, Binnie. Go on, do what Joongie showed you."

He sticks his tongue out tentatively and flicks it across your clit. The high moan you let out. The taste of you. Hongjoongs burning gaze on him. It's so. Fucking. Good.

He copies all of Hongjoongs movements, it's not hard to. The image of his tongue working against your wet skin is burned into his memory and he will never let it go. He whines into your cunt, pressing his face closer as he savors your juices, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips grind against the bed on their own. His mind is gone from his body, his entire being washed in pure pleasure. He's so far gone that he doesn't register that your both turning on your sides, your legs sandwiching his face as you moan and groan.

      He feels Hongjoongs hands unbuttoning his pants, and he lets him. No way in any universe is he doing anything that will stop this moment. His length is engulfed in his warm hand, and the vibration of his moan is enough to send you over the edge, flooding his face and neck in your release and clenching your legs around his head tightly. The curses that fall off your trembling lips go unheard by the eager young man, who could nearly be drowning in the amount of fluids that you're washing him in, in the pleasure that Hongjoongs hand is giving him.

"Fuck, Binnie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Son of a bitch- holy shit!" Hongjoong laughs, finally pulling his wet face away from you. His eye flutter open, his pupils blown way out of proportion. He pants, bucking his hips into Hongjoongs stilled hand.

"Ngh, Hyung," he whimpers, melting as he resumes stroking his length, "you were right, she's so delicious!" He licks his swollen lips, sliding onto his back and watching his slender hand pump up and down, blissfully unaware as you slip out from behind him and remove your clothes. "Oh my god," his eyes roll back into his head, and just before the pressure inside of him can snap, the warmth of his hand is gone. "No, no! Hyung!" His cock twitches in the air, hips bucking wildly.

"Shhhh," he shushes him softly, holding his hips down to the bed, kissing his jaw lightly, "don't you want to let it out inside your Noona? There's nothing else like it, Binnie."

You join them once again, on the opposite side of Hongjoong, naked body curled up to Soobins side. "All warm and wet, nice and inviting."

A whiny moan chokes him, jaw dropped as he nips his ear lobe, your fingertip swirling around his nipple. "F-fuck, please."

"Not yet," you whisper, "you'll cum the second you feel my hot pussy. Calm down a bit."

Both of your warmth is gone, and he opens his eyes. They widen at the scene infront of him.

Your naked body, all out in the open as your face is in Hongjoongs lap, ass in the air. His thick, veiny member resting on your flushed cheek as you fondle his balls.

"Is it everything you dreamed of, Soobin?" He grins as you take his cock down your throat, years of practice having paid of. "Isn't my girl the fucking best? Look at that," he coos as he points Soobins gaze to your throat, an the outline of him pressing out of your skin, "see how she takes it? Mmm fuck. If your lucky, maybe one day she can take that long, pretty cock of yours."

You moan around him, peering over at Soobin. He slides closer immediately and leans into your neck, taking in a deep breath of the smell of sex that comes from you. "Fuck," he groans, cock aching for attention. But Hongjoong is right, he wants to save it for you. He wants to know what Hongjoong gets to feel everytime you fuck. "Everything and more." He kisses your neck, and the feeling of his lips through your throat makes Hongjoong feral.

He grips the back of your head, thrusting deep into your throat with a short and fast pace. The sound of your throat contracting around his cock fills the room, even over the muffled music. Your spit flies out of your stretched lips, soaking his smooth pelvis. "Do that again," he growls quietly, free hand pressing Soobins face into your neck.

And he does, he licks and sucks at your neck, like he's trying to suck Hongjoongs cock just as much as you are. "Mhmp!" Your arousal drips down your legs, your hole clenches around nothingness as you steady yourself on his thighs.

The amount of attention you've been receiving tonight already has you back on the edge, teetering as your boyfriend chokes you on his cock and his handsome junior sucks hickeys in your skin. Your head is fuzzy with oxygen deprivation and arousal.

     You can feel his body tightening beneath you, and you get ready to swallow his release when he tugs your hair roughly. "Don't swallow, Angel," and with that, he pulls your mouth back to envelop just his tip and floods your mouth with his sweet seed, head tossed back and a bead of sweat dripping down his chin, chest heaving as he moans, "let him have a taste."

     He tenderly helps you up, positioning your face above his and smirking as he opens his mouth wide. The mix of saliva and cum leaks into his awaiting mouth, and a string of moans from all of you builds your arousal to an all time high. He gulps it down greedily and watches you intently as you move to straddle his hips.

You lick your lips clean, taking a peek at Hongjoong. He gives you a nod and grips the base of Soobins cock, holding it upright as you sink down on it. "Oh- oh shit," he bites his lip, eyes flicking from your blissful face to your sopping hole as you slowly descend to Hongjoongs member twitching back to life.

"Don't you dare cum, ladies first," Hongjoong fixes Soobins hair back and rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Al-alright- fuck! Oh fuck!" He whines loudly as you begin riding him mercilessly, clenching his gut as his brain begs for the flood of dopamine that it knows will come with filling your cunt in the most primal way. "Fuck, please! Noona! Noona!" He screams, hips bucking wildly and making his cock reach depths inside of you that haven't been touched by another person since you met Hongjoong. He doesn't stretch you as good as he does, but God does the slight pain as he rearranges your guts feel heavenly.

"How does it feel?" Hongjoong inquired, slipping his hand around your hips and circling his finger tips around your swollen clit.

"So good!"

"S'good!"

Both of you chime together, bodies bouncing on the soft mattress. "Oh, Joongie! You were right," you draw out in a moan, "he's so- ah! So big!"

"Ride him, Princess, ride that big cock," he smirks at him over your shoulder before diving in and sucking darker hickeys over the ones Soobin left. It's definitely a show of dominance, telling him not to get too comfortable in his girlfriends cunt. But he does. Not. Care.

He'll find an in eventually, for now he's content to hold onto your hips as you ride him like a mad woman.

"Noona," he whines highly, rutting into you desperately, "please let me!"

"Let you?" You question dizzily, rocking your hips into Hongjoongs fingers as they continue their assault on your clit.

"L- ah! Fuck, I'm sorry, Noona, I can't help myself anymore!" He thrashes, locking his arms around you and flipping you around. He cages you underneath him and slams back into you, banging his hips onto yours and burying his face in your chest as he clings to you.

Hongjoong crawls up to your face, cradling it gently as Soobins rough thrust toss you around. "You gonna let him cum in your pussy? That's my pussy, you know that?" He slaps your cheek softly, a large grin on his face. "Dirty Angel, you're enjoying having this freak in your cunt," he kisses you deeply and moans, pulling back and gripping Soobins hair roughly.

"Listen to me," he sneers, "you can fuck us silly all you like, you little horn-dog. But this is my girl. And I'm her man. Got that?"

      "Y-yes, Hyung!"

    "Good," he pushes his head away and goes back to you, fondling your breasts as he licks your ear, whispering something that Soobin can't hear over the pounding of his hips on yours, especially not combined with the music growing louder in his overstimulated mind.

Your moans are growing louder and louder, more frequent as he plunges into you rapidly. "O-oh shit..." You screw your eyes shut and bite your lip, and from his place looking down on you, Soobin wishes he had photographic memory. It's everything he ever made it up to be and more, and more, and more...

A broken moan rips out of your throat as you clench on him like a vice, squirting with each of his thrust as he ravages you. And that's all he needs to let loose, an orgasm like no other washing over him and soaking your insides, shutting his brain off as it floods with unimaginable pleasure.

He collapses into you, clinging to you for dear life as his hips continue driving into you with a mid of their own.

"Feels fucking amazing, huh?" Hongjoong chuckles, rubbing your heads simultaneously as he pries Soobin off of you. He straddles him carefully and slips his hands under his top. "Hope you've got some more energy for me, pretty boy."

彡★

       He stands as silent as a mouse and grabs his phone, eyes raking the two of you darkly as he searches for the perfect angle to capture you in your fullest beauty.

      Hongjoongs arm is draped over your naked chest like he subconsciously knows to protect your modesty from what's about to come, his ring catching the dim moonlight as he cups the side of your breast.

     He snaps a picture of your torsos and arms all mingled together, thankful that the lamp was left on so that he didn't have to risk the flash waking you. He knows you're a light sleeper.

    With a lick of his lips, he zooms in on his always noticeable bulge. It strains against his boxers even as he's flaccid and snuggles against your hip innocently.

He doesn't know when it got to this point. He doesn't care, frankly. He just wants in, he wants in- he wants in now. He wants to sleep in that cozy nest of a bed that he knows you make up every morning after cuddling your boyfriend all night. Seonghwa once told him about it and how you had to strip the bed of all your pillows and blankets and plushies so that Hongjoongs vlogs didn't share something that you felt so intimate about, he hasn't got to see it yet but he wants it so badly. He wants to spoil you with plushies to add. He wants to fuck you until you squirt on it all freshly made just to mark it with your scent and drive in the fact that he makes you cum like a lover.

     His soft panting fills the quiet air as he snaps a photo of the way your finger tips are pressed into the elastic band on Hongjoongs boxers.

He doesn't care that it's crazy. He just wants to be apart of you, and every little thing only adds to it.

     He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and snaps a close up of your bruised hips, the forming colors, to remind him of how well it felt to hold them as they boucned.

   He turns the focus to your face. You're the one he has the least photos of despite the fact that you're the one he's most obsessed in love with. You look so peaceful in your sleep, lips parted as you breath softly, a small smile twitching at the edges that he immediately snaps a photo of. You must be dreaming of him.

He. Doesn't. Care.

    He snaps photo after photo after photo after photo after photo of you. His girl. The lines on your soft, exposed stomach. Your fluffy sock clad feet. Your slightly swollen lips with his thumb carefully placed between them. The way you suck on it subconsciously. Your hair, the baby hairs that fall from the sloppy way you put it up. Every single freckle and mole and embellishment on your skin. Your thighs. Oh good God your thighs, he could die a happy man between them. The way goosebumps raise on your skin as he trails his fingers tips all over you. Your neck which still has his marks no matter how hard Hongjoong tried to cover them. Picture after picture after picture after picture until his camera betrays him and tells him he has only a little storage left to document your adorable, unconscious state.

Soobin

Does

Not

Care

     He backs up and gets every single piece of you both in frame for one last photo. Of the way the two of you meld together. His precious, stupid lovers.

     He will be apart of you. And this is only the beginning.

He got a glimpse of what goes on behind closed doors.

Now you'll never get rid of him.

me and my mom have been playing "husband and seek" for about a month and these are some highlights bahaha

i want to bite ☹️🥺 i want to bite him so bad my cuteness aggression is unbearable 😭

I'm craving for your writing, please spare me a crumb 🛐

ATEEZ favorite positions maybe?

ATEEZ favorite positions

❥ATEEZ (separately) x afab reader

➯a/n: i'm deep deeeeeeeep in the depths of writers block and trying to claw my way out like the feral writing gremlin i know i am- but i have no idea if this is any good, please forgive me for the atrociously long wait. happy valentines ! 💌💕

♡´･ᴗ･`♡▼・ᴥ・▼genre: smut, bullet point style, drabbles

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: eldest to youngest, unprotected(booooo), so much romance im a sucker, soft & rough sex, head(giving and receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, possessiveness, brat taming in the form of dumbification, strength kink, restraint, switching holes (LMAO?), forehead touches!!!!!!!! not proof read :(

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

彡★PARK SEONGHWA - lotus

he's a hopeless romantic, and it definitely shows through his favorite positions

he's seated on the edge of the bed, or couch, or chair, even seated on the floor-

and youre seated in his lap like it's your throne

your legs wrapped around his moving hips, arms around his neck and hands tangled up in his hair

it's his favorite position for many reasons

the angle of his hips which makes his cock tease the deepest parts of you

your heavy breaths falling right onto his lips, breathing the same air during such a passionate act

and the way he can see your eyes well up with pleasure with every little thrust until you come undone right infront of him

Seonghwa can see every little twitch of your face as he rests his forehead against yours, his hips had set an unrelenting slow and loving pace long ago and have yet to stop. His tip drags along your g-spot every time he pulls out, and you almost want to beg him to just stay buried deep because of the maddening slow building pleasure. Any attempt to speak on either of your parts only comes out as a puff of hot air into the others mouth. It isn't the first time you've done it in this position, but the intimacy of it completely blankets you every time. You can't feel anything other than each other, and it's pure euphoria.

彡★KIM HONGJOONG - cuddle fuck

it's not that it's his favorite persay, it's just the one that happens the most

people say this man hates affection, they couldn't be any more wrong

he loves to be close to you !

after a busy schedule and tiring day, all he wants to do is cuddle

but your body is so soft and warm pressed against his, he feels so safe and comfortable

he won't say anything at first, either because he's too embarrassed or too tired so it usually goes like this:

Hongjoong has his arms wrapped around you- one cradling you to his chest warmly as the other traces his racing thoughts on your lower back. One of your legs is hooked over his hip, the other tangled between his. You kiss over his tattoo with all of the care in the world and that's when the feeling in his lower belly stirs to life. As you go on about mundane things, like what you should cook the both of you for dinner, it only gets hotter and tighter. Your skin is searing against his in the most pleasant and simultaneously daunting ways. The way you bite your lip tells him you finally feel it, that hardness pressing against your thin house-shorts. You push aside the other topic at hand and move both of your shorts away, wordlessly slipping him inside of you. You're so close, you may as well be one soul. And that's just the way he likes it.

彡★JEONG YUNHO - v

yunho is TALL.

no matter what position you're in, innocent cuddling or sinful fucking or walking down the street-

he shadows over you like a demon

the softest demon ever but still

he's huge and it drives him over the edge when he can see and feel the difference compared to you

so when you've got your legs stretching up as far as they can go and they barely reach over his shoulders????

whew baby prepare your cervix to be bruised

It started as a simple mating press, Yunho' s cock begging him to just fill you as far as possible without breaking you. But when he sat up, your legs followed; no longer being pinned by his chest. You laid them flat against his sweaty chest and arched your back, breaking his mind in an overwhelming horniness as he felt your toes curl just on his shoulder blades when you came. Oh, he'll be damned if he stopped there. He went on for hours, he had never been so hard. He wanted to cum so badly, but at the same time, he never wanted to move away from the ethereal image of you below him like that. When he finally did (and hello wow that was so much cum it literally came splatting out between you) he made a mental note to most definitely get you worked up again tomorrow.

彡★KANG YEOSANG - mating press

this man's beauty and personality is so soft and silky

don't let that shit fool you breh

he is a beast in the bedroom, he goes feral when you're behind a locked door together

there's something about you that just makes him want to overtake your entire being and become one with you

something that makes him want you to break- break just for him

he loves every fiber of your being and he's possessive over you like no fucking other

because of his career, he's not allowed to show that publicly, and he more than makes up for his need to express his dominating feelings for you by-

well, by dominating you

Your thighs are crushed to your chest, feet dangling in the air and bouncing with every rough thrust of Yeosang 's skilled hips. If there was a time that this position was uncomfortable, that time is long gone. All of his deep, quick thrusts wipe away anything in your mind other than him, and the glazed over look in your eyes only makes him go harder. His eyes nearly roll into his skull every time he feels you clench around him, your cunt completely at his mercy. You're ripe for the picking. Laid out for him helplessly, stuck in position by his rough and loving hands on the back of your sore thighs. Completely weak beneath him as he fucks you like it's the last thing he'll ever do on this mortal earth, and you simply let him because you love him. And he absolutely revels in it.

彡★CHOI SAN - against the wall

"sannie bulked up after wooyoung chest bumped him across stage!!"

erm no

sannie bulked up when he saw you watching an against the wall video!!

his brain immediately fried at the idea of doing that to you and now here we are a few years later

he prides himself in how strong he's gotten, how muscular he is

it's an ego boost really, and a deserved one

he loves bending you into whichever position he wants to just because he can

but this will always be his personal favorite

San has his arms wrapped around the underside of your knees, pining them to the wall and effectively folding you in half while he demolishes your holes. All of his praise falling to deaf ears as your head spins with a dizzying pleasure. He lets your forehead fall on his, breathing in your fucked out groans as his thrusts slam your hips and lower back into the wall. You lost it and started cumming the second he man handled you and lifted you with his cock still inside, and now it's his turn for that blinding white pleasure as you grab his big, flexing biceps and drool as you clench around him.

彡★SONG MINGI - 69

song mingi sloppy toppy champion and i don't take criticism on this sorry

he enjoys eating pussy or sucking dick over sex most days, like his soul purpose is to make his significant other feel on cloud 9 (get it they're the 9 and he's the 6 haha okay-)

and when he's balls deep he can't help but go full sub mode and hump like a wild animal searching for primal release

so- head it is

but you want him to feel good too, obviously

and despite his reassurances that making you feel good in turn makes him feel good, you just can't help it

so, a mutual position is found: one were he gets to have his tongue on you, in you, all over you-

and you get to make him an even whinier mess than usual

It turns Mingi on so badly when he gets to taste you, you barely have to touch him. His tongue is deep inside you, hands kneading your ass as he makes a mess of his favorite meal. Hes so lost in the pleasure of giving that he doesn't even realize you've got his cock stuffed in your throat until he cums into the warmth of it. He's always a whiny mess between your legs, and this new position quickly becomes both of your favorites when you continue to tease him through and past his release, and he continues to slurp up the ever flowing arousal that comes from the pleasure of making him cum. It's a never ending cycle really, and neither of you dare complain.

彡★JUNG WOOYOUNG - spooning

now i would say reverse cowgirl because he's obviously an ass man- but that's his second choice

y'all seen that video of him getting all up on yunho on stage from behind ??

yeah that's why i chose this and because it's infecting my brain

something about it just makes him even more feral than usual

everything about it tbh-

let me just *licks pen*

His leg wrapped over your hip and around yours like an anaconda, using his leverage to spread your legs as you're both laid sideways, giving him all the access he could ever want. And boy does Wooyoung take advantage of it, holding you in place with his arms wrapped under your armpits and holding your shoulders tightly so you can't escape the burning heat of his body against yours while he fucks you to the next millennium. In your ass, it's slow and deep, a beautiful painful stretch. In your pussy, fast and shallow and hard, banging your g-spot until you sob. He can feel your ribs wracking with sobs of overwhelming pleasure, and he doesn't stop until you've made a mess of him just as he did you.

彡★CHOI JONGHO - prone bone

big cock!!!!!

there i said it, it had to be done

it took ages and ages to get used to his absolute girth

and even now that you're used to it it still stretches you out and shuts your brain off to put all of your willpower into your cunt so you don't break in half

and he can't help it as his mind begs him to take advantage of that fact when you're being a brat

he knows you turn into a cock whore the minute he stretches you out

and he plans to make use of that fact

Jongho is still so sweet and gentle when punishing you. He doesn't have to be rough, his veiny girth does the job naturally. Usually he'll spread you out nice and wide- not today. Not when you're a brat. He lays you face down and ties your legs together. He can barely shove his member between your pushed together thighs to get inside of you but when he does. It's like the tightest and warmest fleshlight in the world, and it's attached to the person he loves. He will make you forget your own name, just with his goliath friend and slow passionate thrusts.

Allure Teaser Trailer

Part One:Sunshine release date: Monday, April 1st

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet release date: Wednesday, April 3rd

Part Three:Smoke release date: Saturday, April 6th

❥MATZ x fem reader

➯a/n: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC. THE DOVE ISNT JUST DEAD, I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. i won't include all of the warnings for the full story in this teaser, because it is long and detailed, just know it is a DARK romance. if you choose to read it when it comes out, the warnings will be listed there. i'm very proud of this work and can't wait to share 💕

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: yandere, smut, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: SO MUCH LIKE WOW . for trailer specifically: murder

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The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

     He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

     High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

      A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

     He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

     Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

      The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

"Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

"(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two nefarious criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

"Let's go get our omega, Joong."

Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

........

Allure

Part One:Sunshine

❥MATZ x fem reader

Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa. The most known and feared alphas of the new generation. It took two dozen elder alphas to subdue them and stick them in the world's most secluded prison- hidden away in the mountains. The prison that sweet little omega (Y/n)'s works at.

Knuckle Velvet (Part Two)

Smoke (Part Three)

➯a/n: i've always wanted to write a story i would like to see as a movie or show, and i very much enjoy supernatural and dark romance, so i made this ! it does get very dark so please read the warnings and take care of yourself first and foremost. i am very proud of this, i hope you enjoy 💕

✃ "Because you're... alluring."

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♫"Hey, you should leave that young thing alone, ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday." - Flower Face (original by Bill Withers) ♫ Allure Sountrack

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠWARNING/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BIH

chapter specific: literally what have i done, not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forget everything you know about werewolves, so much world building, extremely yandere behavior, talk of attempted child murder, class division of werewolves, panic attacks, vulgar language, mind control, lots of scent stuff, unhealthy relationships, ptsd, flashbacks and nightmares, physical violence, manipulation of others dreams, supporting character death, forced soul bonding, forced marking, reader implied to have mental health issues, murder, gore, violence- all that good stuff. THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC ALL EVENTUAL SMUT WILL BE CONSENSUAL.

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE ˚➶ ｡˚

You hate weekdays. That much is true for a lot of people. You like to think your reasoning is especially valid.

Every Monday through Friday like clockwork, 6:30AM you walk into the prison. That on its own wasn't so bad. You lived only ten minutes away; the gothic building looked over your village in tandem with the mountains. You could see it when the weather was clear, even from your bedroom on the edge of town. You were no longer afraid of it like when you were a child.

You are, however, afraid of the newest prisoners.

New arrivals didn't usually rock you. This is the only prison in the country fit to hold lycans, after all. They all got transferred here eventually. From beta's who were just stealing to eat, to alphas who used their powers on humans, to those who believed in the old ways and fed on humans.

You had to interact with them all face to face.

You weren't excited for that particular aspect of your job this week.

You made your way through the double doors and greeted the security guard, your friend Hyolyn, as you went through the metal detector. It went off on account of the scent blocker that was embedded in your neck. She chuckled and switched it off so it stopped its incessant beeping.

"Don't laugh at me!" You threw a smile her way as you got your small purse from the plastic bucket she slid towards you. She doesn't bother to check your bag. She knows you well enough to know you wouldn't bring in any "fuck shit", as she would say. "You alpha's don't have to worry about accidentally spewing scent everywhere."

"Thank goodness for that, this place would stink to high heaven." Her unintentional reference to the new arrivals makes the air turn stiff. She could tell you were on edge immediately. "They aren't all that scary," she lays a comforting hand to your shoulder as you fiddle with the long strap on your crossbody bag.

"I heard one of them killed Alpha Greene... you think that's true? That guy was huge, I saw him at The Thing last year, I almost peed myself cause he looked at me-" You stop your own rambling, taking a deep breath and letting it out as a shaking sigh. "I don't want to go in there. Honestly, why can't we install a laundry chute or something, fuck."

"I'll follow you up, I c-"

"No, no, it's visiting day. You need to be down here. You know Chungha? Her daughter is visiting today. Don't want you to miss her." You offer a sad, tight lipped smile, but that doesn't trick her instincts to protect her weaker pack member. She knows you too well to be tricked.

"You just scream and I'll be there. Either of those cocky fucks lift a pinky in your direction and I'll gut them. They don't deserve to see a trial anyway."

A small exhale in the form of a chuckle lightens her protective instincts, she can tell you feel more at ease with her promise to be right there at the slightest hint of trouble.

"See you, Hyolyn."

"Later, babes."

You wave your fingers with a smile as the elevator doors slides shut. As soon as they clunk together, you let it fall and crouch with your head in your hands, taking in deep and slow breaths as you try and force all of the rumors you've heard about the two newest inmates away from your head.

The older alpha of the duo was the first born in this generation. They're always powerful. But he was born to two bloodthirsty rouges. Born in sin and blood lust.

The younger alpha was born just some months after, to an arranged marriage that was purposefully formed to make powerful children. They surely regret that now. Some say the man has the strongest, sharpest claws since the first lycan in Talbot Castle.

When the elevator dings, you're already upright and have that strong facade on that you put on when you're clocked in.

˚➶ ｡˚

You start with the familiar. "Hey, Chungha," you tap on the silver bars of her cell, "hand 'em over." She smiles as she stands, stripping the sheets from her cot and holding them through the bars for you. "Thank you," you draw on with a tug on your lips that matches hers.

"Yunnie in town?"

"Mhm," you hum as you fold the blanket before dropping it in the large basket on wheels, "she came over for stew, I made sure to feed her good and well, don't worry."

You know it was probably problematic, but you couldn't help it. Chungha came here three years ago on a charge for battery, and over those three years you became sort of friends with her.

The battered in her case was her grandfather. When her five year old daughter, Jiyun, started to show signs of being an omega- he left her in the snow to wither away. She managed to survive until her mother came home, and said mother was furious.

She was lucky she didn't charged with attempted manslaughter.

"She said she'll be here first thing."

"Thank you," she had a heavy pull on her voice. You don't have the emotional connection to other wolves like an alpha or beta did. But it was clear to anyone she was being sincere. "You're a good woman."

"Don't mention it, Yunnie is good company. Oh," you start to wheel the basket away when you remember something. You reach into the purse that you had set on the handles. "She made this at art class, asked me to give it to you so it didn't have to wait in processing."

It was a small, cruelly made ceramic bowl in the vague shape of a heart. It was clearly made by an eight year old, but made with love.

"I owe you."

"Just keep working on that parol work." You said lightly and blew a kiss as you moved to the next cell.

    The rest of your work nearly cleared your mind as you went from cell to cell, floor to floor. Omega's were on the second floor. Beta's on the third. Alphas on the fourth. High security on the fifth.

     It's on the fourth level that you begin to feel those nerves that you had just worked away. The scent was becoming stronger. They didn't put them on blockers? Maybe they didn't think it would be worth it. Everyone knew that they were the worst of the worst, they didn't even try to hide it. They would undoubtedly be put to death. Why waste two perfectly good, expensive, blockers?

     The basket of used sheets is nearly full, accumulating into a weight that makes you put your back into it as you push it into the elevator.

    Your index finger reaches out, and before you can stop yourself you've pressed the button to the fifth floor.

       You blank out until the door opens again. Your teeth are eternally grateful for the gum between them so they don't grind themselves into dust. The mint flavor does little to calm your nerves.

     The only thing that makes you come back to your own head is Changbin. He's a big, buff beta with a gun full of silver bullets on his work belt. He won't let them hurt you. His smile washes away a lot of the nerves.

    But the growl that rumbles against the walls makes them return ten, one hundred, one thousand fold. You don't dare say a word. A deer in headlights until Changbin places his hand on the small of your back. "Go on, don't give them the satisfaction of scaring you. They aren't going nowhere no time soon. Take a look."

     He motions you deeper into the hall, florescent lights buzzing above you, matching the jittering feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach. It smells too strong. Too much. You're about to fall to your knees from the weight and you haven't even come face to face with the near feral criminals.

    Changbin opens the doors at the end of the hall.

     They've definitely gone all out to keep them in place. Two large cages placed next to each other in the middle of the enormous room. Made of pure silver and wrapped in wolfsbane. The unpleasant smell of the plant makes your nose twitch. A ring of blood ash surrounds it. Only omegas can pass through blood ash, and now you start to realize why they sent you.

    You want to curse the warden, but the second you open your mouth, a loud cackle sounds out from one of the cages.

     Changbin's hand twitches at the gun attached to his side.

    "Oh wow," the smaller alpha chuckles, eyes closed, head tilted back, as he sniffs the air. "I didn't expect that." More manic giggles slip past his lips.

    You haven't even looked up to see them and you want to cave in on yourself.

    "What are you rambling about, huh?" The guard next to you shouts, making you flinch instinctively.

     "That sweet... sweet, smell," he moans. You can hear him shuffling. "From a peppy little spit fuck omega."

   You gasp abashedly, and now two laughs ring out. You want to wonder how they can smell you. Your insurance provides the best scent blocker in the country. But you're too scared to breathe, let alone think.

      "Shut up," Changbin groans, he can feel you tense next to him, "don't piss me off, Kim."

    "Awe," a new, rumbling voice makes you cower the second it reaches your ears, "this your mate? Hm, no... you wouldn't bring your mate here. You're not an idiot. Then, say... omega." You don't make a move to look when he addresses you, you stay looking at Changbins grip on his gun, silently.

     "Omega, come!" Your feet move for you, and that manic laugh almost makes you wet yourself as you realize that your wolf is making you move toward them without your consent. You stop just outside of the blood ash, where you know you're safe.

     "Changb-"

     "No. I'm the one you're speaking to."

   Changbin seems to be weighing his options, eyeing the men as they eye you.

    "Why are you here? You a shrink?"

    You shake your head.

   "You a lawyer?"

    Again.

   "She works here, dumbass, look at her scrubs," the younger speaks, and you nod subconsciously, to which he giggles, "what can we do for a pretty little thing like you?"

    When you refuse to speak, the guard does it for you. "She's here for your sheets today. Get used to her."

     You hated that this was your job, but it was easy and accessible, and available for omegas. Werewolves are clean freaks. Every day you had a different cleaning task, but you didn't complain. Not until right now- you wanted to rip out the throat of whoever's idea it was to not shoot these criminals on sight.

     "Ah," he hums, and you can feel his eyes raking your body. You can feel both of their eyes. "Not too bad of a sight to get used to. Huh, Hwa?"

     "Mh, that's right... can't wait to get my hands on her."

Your head snaps back to Changbin.

"Awn, she thinks he's gonna help her!" The high pitched giggles bounce around in your head. "Oh, little omega~"

The saccharine coo finally pulls your eyes to the men in the cages.

If you thought you knew what fear was before this moment, you were wrong.

The two strongest criminals in the country, staring you down like a piece of meat. It doesn't matter that they are the ones in cages of silver and wolfsbane. You are the one who feels cornered.

You can immediately feel out their dynamics. The taller one is the older one, quiet and still in his cage as he sits in the center. Shaggy, shining hair framing his face and neck like an elegant piece of lace over a brides face. He has a sleeve of tattoos on one forearm, a thick tattoo on his neck. Eyes glowing a deep, blood red, as he tries to read your entire story with only a look in your direction.

The giggling one is less intimidating, only by a hair. Chemically lightened locks pushed back messily, letting his entrancing features shine in the light from the narrow windows high on the walls. He has tattoos as well, but they seem few and far between. His eyes are human for a moment before they meet yours. Instantaneously, they flick black.

The knot drops from your throat and you let out a small, pathetic, squeak.

Changbin breaks your staring contest with the alpha, shouting orders at them. "Take the sheets off your cot and set them outside of your cage. Do not attempt to touch her, I will shoot you."

    Neither criminal makes a move to follow his orders, both simply staring at you.

A low growl is emitted when the older alpha finally snaps up, tearing the sheet off the sorry excuse for a bed in one fell swoop. The younger follows his lead, shoving their sheets through the bars that are wrapped in the poisonous flower.

You look to the guard, and he nods, "go." With his finger twitching at the gun ready to pull it, you jump over the dark red ashes and into the wolves den, snatching the sheets up as quick as possible and dashing away, out the door before they even get a chance to lock in your scent up close.

The giggles follow you all the way to the elevator and ring in your head even as the thick metal thunks shut.

As you take a deep breath, you notice the sheets are gripped to your chest, your claws drawn subconsciously in your panic and ripping them up. "Shit!" You let out a curse and shove them into the bottom of the basket so you don't have to smell it as closely on the long ride to the basement.

˚➶ ｡˚

The lingering wafts of your fresh scent are long gone, nothing to distract the alpha's from their caged boredom and bubbling rage over being caught. "I'll have that runts heart in my hands by the end of the month." Hongjoong groaned, to no one in particular- he knew Seonghwa was too deep in thought from their recent revelations. "Fucking back stabbers. They're more pathetic than a bitch in heat trying to get off with a dildo."

The thought hit his mind as soon as the words left his lips.

The thought of you, legs spread with your hand dipped low, trying to satisfy your primal urges and-

"Stop that." Seonghwa growls, kicking the bars of their shared 'wall'.

"Settle down!"

"Oh, like you weren't thinking it!" Hongjoong rolls his eyes, a scowl on his face as he crosses his arms. "Your ruts coming and you don't want your-"

"I said stop," he nearly roars, grabbing Hongjoong's state issued orange top and ripping it with his claws as he pulls him forward.

"I know you want her because I want her too." He whispers, smirking at the telltale signs of desire and bloodlust in his mates eyes. Red swirling around the brown of his human eyes. "Imagine how good she'll smell when we take out that stupid blocker. We'll be drowning in her scent." He moans, grabbing his wrist, "I get the honors, my claws are sharper, anyways," he draws them quickly, digging them into his skin as if to prove a point.

"I can use my teeth, mark h-"

"Oh, will you two stop? Love of God..." The guard in the large room slaps his book down on the rickety table. "What is there possibly for you to be fighting about? You're about to be executed, you know that right? No jury in the world will let you walk, especially the human half."

Their frustrations turn to the man, letting each other go. "Ah, you think so?" The older croons, dragging his index over his bleeding wrist and bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean before he continues. "We won't be around these parts long enough to meet the jury."

"What do you mean by that?"

Hongjoong covers his mouth when a laugh slips past. Seonghwa simply smirks as he sits cross legged, eyes locked with the guard as he licks his wound.

"What do you mean by that?!"

The blonde man breaks out in a fit of laughter. The brunette simply flashes his bloody canines in a twisted smile.

˚➶ ｡˚

You spent the whole time doing your daily tasks trying to hype yourself up to go back up to the fifth floor.

You usually went top down, four to one. Nobody has ever been on five before.

You go bottom up today, starting at Chungha with a full basket of freshly washed sheets. She prattles on about her visit with Jiyun, and how she's so thankful for you.

You choose that as your focus point for the rest of the work day, even as you press the button to the fifth floor.

You think back to the first time you spoke to Chungha, she was a crying mess, unable to sense that you were an omega like herself. She cried and cried and cried as you held her hand through the bars of temporary holding. She cried for her daughter, for cursing her with the shame of being the weakest link of any pack. When she looked up and saw your eyes, barely glowing, she cried more.

She apologized profusely, but you reassured her that her words were true, and you hadn't been offended. You told her that, in fact, she was the first to ever share your feelings of what being an omega really meant. It meant loneliness beside anyone but other omegas. Fake relationships born with people who only stuck around because of their primal instincts to either prey on you or protect you. It meant facing the fact that you were outcasts from both of the world's dominant societies. Outcasted from humans for being a werewolf. Outcasted from werewolves for being weak. So weak, in fact, that blood ash didn't even think of you as a wolf.

That night, you drove four hours to the next village over and looked after her daughter until her aunt had room. You remember the first thing the girl said to you. She didn't speak that whole day, surely in shock from the past few days events. But when you tucked her into the motel bed, she spoke as soft as a ghost, "sing me a song?"

You hum it to yourself now, the soft sound reverberating through the metal around you until the door opened.

You wheel the basket with you this time, like it will protect you as you approach the open doors, already feeling the unwavering gaze of the criminals.

"Hey, dolly~" Hongjoong, you had learned when you took a peek into their files, purred your way.

You didn't give him the satisfaction of responding verbally, but he saw the goosebumps on your arm as you reached into the basket, stretching on your tip toes to get the last two sheets.

"You never shut up do you, Kim?" The guard sighed with an exhausted tone, making you smile as you slowly made your way to the ring of red dust.

The throaty rumble from Seonghwa, the older, taller wolf, makes that smile drop to the depths of Hell.

The new guard seems to notice your anxiety, eyeing you up- in a much less predatory manner than the caged men. "Go on, 'mega. I'm watching them."

A bang on the metal bars makes you glue your foot right back where it came from. It's the blonde one, "you shut the fuck up!"

"No, you shut the fuck up! I'm the one with the silver bullets!"

All of the yelling is making you tremble, Hongjoong and the guard going back and forth. "She isn't your omega!"

"She ain't yours!"

Seonghwa watches with a sinister smile as you back away from the ash and the guard, calling to you quietly, "hey."

The soft tone of his voice makes you raise your eyes, but not your head. His eyes don't hold that threatening and dominating red from before. They're a soft brown color that reminds you of a beautiful dark oak in the morning sunshine. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)..." your tongue moves without your consent, fresh blankets held to your work scrubs.

You desperately want the guard to notice this trance you're in, and grab you out of it. You want to do it yourself, but you can't do anything but admire the beauty of the criminal who has you hypnotized.

"You're a pretty omega, y'know? What color is your wolf?"

"Black..." It's a slur off your lips, barely registering in his sharply tuned ears over the yelling that continues to fill the room.

"Mine too. What's her name? His is Akma."

"Solis."

"Very pretty. Is she fast?"

"Yes."

"Does she want an alpha? A mate?"

"Yes."

The guard finally notices your raised gaze, affixed to the infamous, unlawful, man. He puts his gun back in the holster quickly before gripping your shoulder and forcing you to turn around. "You idiot, didn't anyone ever tell you not to look a first born in the eyes?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry." No one had ever told you that, actually.

Both of the criminals share a smirk as the man from your pack attempts to calm you. It wasn't hard for them to figure out you were an alpha-less village. They could smell every single wolf in five miles, and not a single stench from a wolf even nearly as strong as them.

There was, however, you. A honeyed smell that filled their guts with the primal need to rip out the eyes of anyone who dared look at you.

The guard couldn't be more wrong. You are their omega. You just don't know yet.

"Go and give these fucks their sheets, then get the hell out of here." The man shoved you, making you jump clumsily over the ash so you didn't break the seal.

He yells at them to back up, and they do so without a fight.

You shove them both in at the same time before running back out quickly, grabbing the empty basket and dragging it with you, the sound of the wheels scraping with the force of your panic echoing in the near empty room.

"You guys get off on scaring defenseless girls?" The guard scoffs, not expecting an answer as he drags the chair out of the room and slams the doors behind him.

Seonghwa lets his facade fall the second the door shuts, falling to his knees and grappling at the sheet like he's a starving man with the last piece of food on Earth. Hongjoong watches for a moment in confusion until the scent catches up with his weaker nose. Then he's quickly falling in the same position.

"It worked, the guard was so easy to distract," Hongjoong chuckles, face buried into the sheet that smells vaguely like you from your time spent holding it. "What did you learn?"

"(Y/n), a black wolf named Solis," he pauses, eyes rolled back as he takes a deep breath. They're red when they re-open. "No mate. It's really her."

"You think we should have told her?" Hongjoong inquires, looking through the bars.

He's never seen Seonghwa on his knees for anyone but him or the moon.

"No," he shakes his head, turning to lock eyes with him. "She'll figure it out when I mark her."

"When I mark her."

He rolls his eyes at his defiant nature, knowing full well he won't disobey his orders no matter how badly he wants to do something.

In a dog eat dog world, the strongest was the most powerful. Unlike their human neighbors, werewolves don't decide political or social standing by money or family name. They decide based on who comes out on top in a battle of the body and of the wits.

It had been determined years ago, when they were just young rebellious pups, that Seonghwa was the alpha. A fight in the woods under the moon had set it in stone between the two.

He could have ripped Hongjoongs throat out right then and there, but now, 13 years later in the present; they're bonded for life.

Sometimes he still sees Hongjoong as that 12 year old boy under his teeth, still snapping and growling even as he bled out with tears in his dark eyes, fighting to survive purely out of spite.

"You can mark her first," Seonghwa speaks quickly, turning his back as he puts the sweet smelling sheet on his cot.

He smiles at the man, a quiet thanks spoken through their bonded souls.

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday, they don't see you until much later in the day, but they bask in the sight of you opening the door with a broom and tray in hand, smiling at Changbin. You'll be here for a while, it's a big room.

"Hey, Binnie," you whisper to the beta, and Seonghwa has to bite his tongue.

Binnie? Ugh.

Hongjoong isn't so polite, "hey, Dolly! We don't get a hello?" You barely peek at him, eyes flicked from him right back to the floor in a millisecond. He knows you noticed his pout when he hears the smallest 'hello' tremble by your lips.

You start in the corner, headphones attached to your walkman with your favorite song on repeat to try and soothe yourself. Bill Withers calming voice blocks out every word of the teasing alphas, but you can still feel them mocking you and picking at you.

You don't dare sweep anywhere near the blood ash on the floor. One less precaution in place was one more thing to worry about.

"Bye, Binnie."

He does growl that time, eyes narrowed on your back until the door shuts.

˚➶ ｡˚

Wednesday, you have a frown on your face. "Three days in a row?" The guard Hongjoong got in a yelling match with, Merle, greets you as you come into the cavernous room, "bad schedule huh?"

"No kidding," you sigh, feet slightly hesitant to pass the dust border, "I'm here to fix your shirt. It's state property." You don't look at them, but they know who you're referring to.

They act like they don't, though. Just to hear more of your voice. To make you wriggle under their attention. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

You look and point to Hongjoong, his collar ripped from Seonghwas grasp. "State property."

"Ah, of course." He grins like a jackal, pulling it over his head and sticking his hand out of the bars just in the slightest. "On one condition."

You pout, eyes on the shirt which is just far enough away that you'd have to step closer. And it's the cutest fucking thing they've ever seen.

You look back up at him, silently asking. "Sit and talk with us. The guards here are no fun!" His laugh makes you jump back further, he sounds like a mad pirate.

You look over to Merle, who just shrugs, "just get it over with so these guys will shut up. They're only talkative around you, they need an audience for their antics."

"We won't bite," Seonghwa chuckles with his teeth exposed, making you shiver.

"Fine, give it here." You take a single step forward, palm out infront of the blonde.

When you grab it and go to race away like always, his claws wrapping all the way around your wrist stops you, sharp edges threatening to slice your skin down to the bone. You scream your head off, silenced when Seonghwa coos softly, "sit with us, and talk."

"Let me go..." you plead, eyes frantically flicking to Merle, whose gun is drawn to Hongjoongs head from the border of the ash, waiting for him to take one more wrong move so he can rid the world of one of its greatest criminals.

"Sit, omega." You do so, slowly lowering to the floor with your wrist and life still in Hongjoongs hand. "You have your sewing kit with you, I can hear the buttons hitting the needle. So sit, stay, and talk while you fix it."

Once again, they're the ones caged in. But you're the one who's stuck.

     One look to Merle tells you he probably wouldn't help you even if he could get to you. He lowers his gun as your tailbone hits the concrete floor.

     Your thin work scrubs do little to fight the cold of the old flooring, one reason of many that you shake as you reach into your purse and get the small tin box.

     Hongjoong releases your wrist and sits mirrored to you, hands perched on the bars in the gaps of the purple vine flower wrapped on them. Seonghwa comes to the corner of his side of the split cage and breathes in deeply through his nose, eyes locked in on your every movement. "So you're essentially the errand lady? Maid?"

      "Yes..." You murmur under your breath as your fingers work to thread the needle, slowly backing away until you're out of reach, but still stuck in the blood ash with no one to rescue should the men infront of you decide to rip their cages open. You only stop backing away when you hear a warning growl.

     You don't care to see which it came from, you just want to do this as quickly as possible and get far, far, away. They could have chose anyone to focus their annoying efforts on. Changbin, Merle, the warden. But no, just your luck.

      "You live in the village, right? Were you born here?" Seonghwa continues to do the talking as you carefully fix the shirt.

      "Yes. And no."

     A small hum from the one in front of you is a sign they want you to continue. "I was born to an overpopulated pack. They kicked me out when I turned eighteen. Our old alpha took me in." The hitch in your voice is a clear sign that it's a sore topic. And Hongjoong continues to poke the wound.

      "How did they find you?"

       "Woods."

       "Woods?"

     You can't help the small growl of frustration, lip curling as you look up. "Woods."

     The reaction is one you wouldn't have expected from a normal person, but then- they aren't normal.

     They laugh, cooing over your gesture of anger. Compared to them, you seem like a teacup puppy. "My, my," the brunette chuckles breathily, "is that Solis coming to play?"

     "At least she can," you snap, sent to the back of your own head as your wolf tries to defend you, "she isn't a caged mutt."

    Hongjoong breaks out into a manic fit of laughter, while his paramour is the opposite: his eyes flick red before your own, sharp teeth on display in a show of dominance over your smaller ones that are subconsciously bared at him. "Watch it, omega." He spits his words with venom, "I won't be so nice when I get out of here."

     You rip the extra thread with your claw, kicking the shirt across the floor so it sits at the bottom bar of Hongjoongs cage. His chest still wracks with laughter, watching as you sit up in a low squat so you're still level with the alpha.

      It's clear that you aren't currently you. Your wolf has control of your mouth and body, crouched in a position akin to that of a dog ready to pounce as you hiss your words, "I'm going to laugh in your face as you hang."

     "Aw, is that how dear old alpha died?"

     "Cut it out!" Merle screams disinterested, eyes glued to his flimsy magazine.

      "I heard he got gutted~" Hongjoong giggles, watching the color flicking in your eyes.

     "I'll gut you!" Your threat only makes him laugh more.

      "(Y/n)!" The voice of Hylyon breaks your wolf away from you immediately, falling to your bottom and crawling to the sound unwittingly. "You fucking idiot, Merle!" 

     She reaches over the blood ash and pulls you over the ring, letting you collapse into her as she drags you away, still throwing profanities at the incompetent guard. Hongjoong is laughing loudly. Seonghwa yelling at you to come back. The elevator cuts of his roar, the last thing you see through your blurry vision is his fist making a dent in the silver cage.

You fall onto the floor of the metal box. Thoughts flood your head too quickly for you to swim though them, making you drown and try to escape by releasing the pain with tears. You don't even notice when your friend turns her key in the elevator to make it stop in its tracks, you only see her when she sits right infront of you.

"Babes, calm down, I've got you," she reaches out slowly and places a hand on your leg, slowly rubbing her thumb over your knee.

"I can't go back up there... they're too strong, they make me feel like I'm suffocating," you splutter through gasps, "I'm too weak!"

"Hey, hey, you're spiraling!" She opens her arms and pulls you into her, letting you sob into her uniform. "In and out, girl," she holds the back of your neck securely, almost instantaneously making you calm. "I got you... I got you..."

You sit there for a good while, crying into her shoulder as you sort through your wracked brains.

Your alpha was gutted. Right in front of you. Because of you.

Unbeknownst to you, their tuned ears are still listening in, the elevator stuck within their ear shot as you begin mumbling your favorite song to yourself through tears.

˚➶ ｡˚

The sound of claws slicing through the skin on your back rings in your ears. Though, you can't feel it. Your eyes are locked in on your own claws, dug into the hardwood floor of your humble home to keep yourself from being dragged.

     You've been here a million times before.

     Blood pooling off of your body and onto the frigid surface below you. Teeth sharp and bared to the moon though the open window, begging that she might let you survive. Eyes aglow with your instincts as your wolf tries with every fiber of her being to turn, but she knows it's no use.

     The distorted voice above you drips with mocking venom, a chuckle as its owner realizes you can't even fight back like other wolves might: by letting your wolf fully transform.

     The wind blows through your curtains, washes your body in the artic breeze. The snowflakes on your windowsill are so delicate, all of their features fade into a blurry mush as they make contact. They melt, dripping down your wall.

     This time it's different.

      You're turned over, gaping wounds slammed into the floor as always, but when you look up to your aggressor it's different.

      His eyes aren't the yellow of a rouge, but the red of an alpha. His hair isn't that unruly blonde curl that you pulled at frantically, that you can still feel on your finger tips when your hands are unoccupied. It's long, shining, soft looking dark locks.

       You fall through the floor into another time, another place.

     Face first into the snow: your hands, shaking with adrenaline, do little to catch you.

       You don't remember this.

       This isn't right.

       This isn't your nightmare.

       You find yourself in a clearing in a forrest, the densely packed trees creating a bubble of nature around you. "(Y/n)?"

      You whip around, coming face to face with an unfamiliar man. Almost face to face. If he weren't floating a few feet in the air.

     His legs are crossed under him, hands facing palms up on his knees.

      "Don't worry. You're only dreaming." He speaks calmly as he floats around you in a circle, like a shark examining its potential prey.

     You follow him with your feral gaze, that familiar feeling of an adrenaline crash quickly approaching.

You know you're only dreaming. You've had that last dream more times than you can count in the past three years. It always plays the same. But not this time. You're only slightly thankful that you don't have to witness your alphas death again, but the gratefulness is overshadowed by confusion.

"Are you an angel?" You whisper, watching the man's soft and rounded features as he comes to a stop in the air in front of you and gracefully lowers to his feet.

"I can be, if that's what you want me to be. I'm only here to watch your dreams, fight off the nightmares."

"Why?" You feel distant from your body, watching powerlessly as your hand takes his, letting him lead you out of the clearing and into the darkness of the woods.

It disappears around you, warping into a spring day on a familiar path.

"A favor for a friend."

With the snow gone, you're in your spot, your old towel on the dewy grass with a book laid atop of it and the soil beneath your feet as you approach.

"Enjoy."

The hand vanishes from your own, leaving you alone on the side of the path. You look for him. But he's just an eidolon, watching you from the sky where you can't see him.

You warily take a seat and pick up the book.

˚➶ ｡˚

They don't see you again through the week. And when the next Monday comes by, their sheets are removed while they're in the showers.

Hongjoong sighs from his place on the floor, for the tenth time in the past half hour.

"Hong-"

"I miss our omega!" He whines, cutting him off.

Seonghwa stands from his cot, slowly lowering to the floor next to their shared bars. He lays flat on his back, mirroring Hongjoong as he tilts his head to look at him. "Soon." Is the only word he utters.

He reaches through the silver bars, ignoring the sting as the fresh wolfsbane brushes his wrist, and takes his hand.

The both of them look up at the ceiling through the bars of their enclosure.

Your scent is long gone from the room, and their noses can barely pick up on it through the rest of the village and prison.

"I want out of here," Hongjoong whispers, so lowly that the guard can't hear him from outside of the door, "when are they coming? Your bond with them is stronger, I can barely feel them..."

"Soon." He repeats, "very soon, Joong."

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday you manage to talk your coworker into sweeping the top floor, and you rejoice in the freedom of not being under the alpha's gazes. You've worked out a good schedule to completely avoid seeing them, and it's made your job feel like it's back to normal.

You can still smell their power wafting through the AC, but it's bearable. You distract yourself in your free time by making excuses to be on the second floor with Chungha and the other omegas.

Today, that excuse is 'omegas need physical outlets too', and the warden let you bring up buckets and brushes so you could all scrub the base boards.

"Oh, I've got one!" The omega to your left speaks, lifting his brush in the air in a eureka moment, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre or... Halloween?"

Chungha scoffs with a smile as she scrubs away to your right, "are we including sequels? There's like a billion!"

"No, stand alone original," Beomhan goes back to scrubbing as he continues, "both of them are classics but which one is a better classic?"

"Halloween is the classic slasher, Texas Chainsaw is like psychological horror," you chime in as you dip your brush into the bucket, sitting on your calves as you take a breather. "I think it's not fair to compare them... but Texas Chainsaw, definitely."

They laugh along with you, and Chungha shakes her head, "Halloween has more rewatchablity. You don't want to see Sally go through that more than once, but Laurie Strode fights harder and it's more like, yeah I'll watch her kick ass again."

"Cinematography in both is so beaut-"

The lights above you flicker before they shut down completely. People start muttering their concerns, quite a few of them looking your way. "Don't worry!" You hop up and get your keys from your pocket as you make your way to the locked stairwell. "I'll go and see what's going on, keep scrub-"

A loud siren echoes in the brick walls, shocking you all to cover your ears.

Everyone looks to you for answers, and you don't have any as your brain starts throwing theory after theory at you.

"It's okay, go back to your cells! Shut them behind you!"

They listened, however grumpy about it. The cell doors locked automatically when they were closed.

"Hey, what's going on?" Chungha asked over the clanging of the cell doors. The two of you, along with Beomhan, were the only ones left after a moment.

"Go back to your cell, Beomhan, hurry."

"No, what's happening?"

     The sirens cut off and leave you in a pregnant pause for a moment as you simply try to calm yourself.

A deafening scream ricochets through the air vent next to you, scaring you into their arms as you all stare at it.

Usually, the air flow covered the echoes throughout the floors. But with no power, you could hear everything- albeit muffled.

Yells and shouts. Gunshots. Growls. Unidentifiable chaos. And above all, your ears tuned in on a rumbling, calm voice through it all.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... It's not warm when she's away..."

Your eyes widen as theres a bang at the stairwell door. "Go, go!" You grab each of their wrists, dragging them into Chungha's cell. You slam it behind you and let down the sheet she has over it, backing away and staring at it as you hear the door hit the wall behind it with the force it's slammed open.

"(Y/n), what the hells happening?!"

     You slap your hand over his mouth and bring a finger to your lips. The other omegas on the floor are all making a ruckus, and you can only hope that it will confuse that unfortunately familiar voice so he can't find you.

˚➶ ｡˚

The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

      Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

      Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

     "Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

     "(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

     "Let's go get our omega, Joong."

      Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

      He wraps his arm around the skinny man's shoulder, "Wooyoung! Our savior~" He ruffles his hair and laughs as he groans.

     "You guys know I've got your back. Seonghwa told me about your new omega, you seem excited," he mimics the alphas smile as the eldest of the trio opens the doors.

     The guard on duty, who happens to be Merle, looks back with wide eyes.

"Yes, oh yes!" His eyes roll to the back of his head, touching the stitches you made on his shirt. "Oh, you'll love her, she's a feisty omega just like you."

He makes a run for the fire alarm at the end of the hall, but Seonghwa is faster. The beta is tackled to the floor.

"I'm glad you both will have a buffer, tired of you always at each other's throats during ruts," Wooyoung laughs, looking down at the guard as they pass.

Seonghwa had simply torn out his throat with his bare hand and made his way to the elevator, holding it open with an impatient glare.

The door closes behind them and the only sound is Seonghwa's heavy breathing.

"You're real eager, huh?" The omega breaks the silence, "San should be coming in any second to block the main door. No one will get past him. The rest are in the village, just as we planned."

"Good, she'll need somewhere to rest before we take off....Fucking idiots, thinking they can cage us." He groans, eyes flicking to the number above the doors as it dings.

       3? "Fuck."

     The door opens and the woman on the other side takes a moment, nearly walking in before she notices the crimson liquid dripping from Segonhwa's hand.

      She makes it halfway through the hall before Hongjoong pounces on her, fighting her effortlessly as if she's a rag doll. The guards run to try and save her, but it's too late for the unfortunate woman, and they just signed their own death certificate as well.

       Seonghwa and Wooyoung make quick work of them, but their plan is already foiled as the lights flicker to a halt and leave them bathed in dim light of the setting sun in the few windows.

      The alphas fall to their knees as their sensitive ears are bombarded with a loud, incessant siren.

      "Wooyoung!" Hongjoong screams over it, "go turn that shit off!"

      He nods, taking the keys off a mauled guard and dashing to the stair well, leaving it unlocked behind him.

     Hongjoong crawls to Seonghwa, collapsing into his chest with his teeth clenched and palms over his ears. His ears were always more sensitive.

     His partner places his hands over his, thumb running over his own. He looks down with his eyes glowing red, meeting pure black.

He leans and kisses him deeply, all teeth and bloodlust, trying to merge their souls until the sirens cuts off.

Their foreheads rest together, ignoring the chaos of the beta's around them yelling to be released.

"Are you ready?" Seonghwa whispers, gathering another set of keys from the fallen workers. He throws it to one of the locked in prisoners, a smirk on his face. So much for not creating chaos.

"Let's go," Hongjoong holds the door to the staircase open and lets him go first with a dramatic bow.

It takes one scream to start the havoc. The entire prison is filled with the sickly sweet sounds of caged animals with a taste of freedom. Gunfire and howls bring a smile to Seonghwa's lips as he sings out,

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... it's not warm when she's away..."

He hums the song with a wide grin as Hongjoong kicks the door. It takes only one more kick before it slams open and bangs against the cement wall.

The omegas in their cells are all yelling at them, at one another, in general.

Hongjoong kicks one of the many buckets on the floor over and groans, "here I was thinking she'd make it easy. I guess we'll have to go cell to cell!" A small spike of a heartbeat in his ears makes him smirk, following the sound that he memorized the first time he'd heard it.

Seonghwa follows him, immediately zeroing in on the same cell. He comes to stand infront of it, his breath making the blanket behind the bars sway slightly.

You see both pairs of orange slip on shoes and you feel your heart stop in your chest.

You cower further into the corner with Beomhan as Chungha stands in front of you. The sheet is grabbed from the outside and ripped away, making you all shriek.

"Were you playing hide and seek?" Hongjoong giggles, throwing the blanket to the side with his eyes never leaving you, a scowl growing on his features as he notices the way you're curling into another wolf. "You should know better than to hide from your alphas. Come on out."

You shake your head, gaze lowered as you hold onto the back of Chungha's uniform.

"(Y/n)," the saturnine man speaks, "come here."

"No, leave us alone! Leave me alone," your voice cracks despite how strong you want to appear.

"If I have to drag you out of here I will be very angry. Just come on, do us all a solid."

"No-"

"Open the fucking door!"

"No!"

The cells were built to hold lycans, which means lycans shouldn't be able to get in... right?

"Fucking-" Seonghwa hits the bars, leaving a dent and making the three of you jump.

Hongjoong leans on his tiptoes and whispers into his ear, and whatever he says makes his eyes begin glowing a murderous red.

He slowly wraps his clawed fingers around the bars, and the way Hongjoong backs up makes your stomach churn in anxiety of what's about to come.

And it was warranted anxiety.

With a loud growl and a single tug, he rips the silver bars from their cemented place in the wall, causing a large crack to form.

"Holy shit!" Beomhan screams, arms wrapping around you tightly.

Chungha is ripped from the small room and tossed all the way across the room, back colliding with the wall and leaving her unconscious.

You yelp as Beomhan meets a similar fate, torn from your grasp and out into the rec room like he's a mere bag of trash. You see Hongjoong approaching him with his long black claws out and proud, but your vision is blocked by the large alpha infront of you.

     Your hips back into Chungha's small desk, and your hands clamber around, landing on something small and solid.

     You swing it at his head and he ducks, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the small cell. You manage to swing again, making contact with his head. The small ceramic bowl shatters into pieces and leaves him only temporarily stunned, glaring down at you.

      "Fucking stop," he growls quietly, shoving you to the floor.

       He lets you shuffle away, only because Hongjoong is right behind you.

     The blonde chuckles, pulling you back up by your collar and crashing you face first into one of the round steel tables bolted into the floor. "Ow!" You yell out as your head makes contact, fighting against him with all your might, but it's fruitless.

     He kicks your feet apart and stands between them, leaning his chest over your back. You can feel his nose against your neck, over the healed skin above your scent blocker. You snap your eyes shut and do the only thing you can thing of.

     You can't fight. Begging to these men would be useless. You can't disappear into the floor like you wish you could.

     "Please, Selene," you pray to the moon, tears slipping past your shut eyes as you feel the claws of the mad man on your neck.

       You cry out as the other worldly sharp nails slice into your neck, slowly and almost surgically. His other hand is cupped on the back of your head, keeping your head pushed into the cold metal. "Shhhh," he gushes above you, "it's okay."

      Seonghwa sits at one of the bolted stools and rests his head to mimic yours, cheek on the table. "We'd've been more gentle if you listened, omega."

       Between the tips of his claws, Hongjoong holds your small alloy scent blocker. Almost instantaneously, your natural scent floods their senses.

     Their deep rumbles of pleasure make you snap your eyes back shut, missing the way Hongjoong stomps on the device.

     "Fuck," the wolf behind you curses, body pressed close to yours like he wants to fuse together, he places his hands in yours and tells you, "you might want to squeeze."

    "Wh- ah!" Your scream echoes over all of the other chaos as his teeth sink into your left shoulder, and you do just that. Your clawed hands squeeze around his, sharp nails knocking together as you hold on like his hands are the only thing keeping you from slipping to the underworld.

       It feels like a million pins and needles washing over you, leaving you paralyzed in place as he purrs into the wound, making your bones vibrate.

     A warm, comforting hand on your cheek makes you force your eyes open. Seonghwa smiles sweetly, like he isn't witnessing one of the biggest crimes in the lycan community.

      Forcing someone to be your mate for the rest of your mortal lives.

     "Breathe, omega," his words make you realize you're holding your breath, and you let it out as a sob. "That's it," he hums, rubbing his hand down your head with all the gentleness he's capable of.

        Hongjoong pulls away with a moan, resting his head between your shoulder blades as he catches his breath.

     Your wolf is already calling for her mate, howling in the back of your mind as you cry.

       "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." Seonghwas words have little time to register in your adrenaline filled head as he turns your head the other way and climbs up on the table.

     It hits you when he moves your ruffled shirt away from your right shoulder. "No! No!" You find yourself with two million pins and needles in your body now, squeezing Hongjoongs hands all over again as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

They're bigger, or maybe they only feel that way because your body is on fire. You sob freely, feet stomping pathetically to cope with the pain.

What little comfort you find in Hongjoong squeezing your hands back is washed away by the simple fact that it's him. That blood from his claws drips onto your skin.

It feels like a century later that the older alpha finally pulls away, a bellow of pleasure as he runs his thumb over the wound: making you jump.

"Your turn, omega."

The weight of their bodies is gone, but you can't bring yourself to move. Out of fear, maybe. Pain, perhaps.

"You know what happens to wolves who don't finish the bond." Hongjoong purrs teasingly, knowing full well that you will have to mark them back least you want to suffer at the hands of the moon herself.

A life with them was better than being turned inside out and left to the elements. Just barely.

You lift yourself on shaking arms and nearly fall as you turn. You would have if not for Hongjoong catching you. He lifts you back to the table much gentler, letting your legs dangle as you sit on the table top.

"Why... why me?"

"... Have you heard of Harry Talbot?"

"Harry Talbots a myth... what's he got to do with your fuck shit?"

"Harry Talbot was the first wolf that could smell his mate. He could tell just by her smell, they were meant to be." Hongjoong slots his way between your legs, smiling down at you with his bloody teeth, "her smell called to him. It wasn't just good. It wasn't a normal scent. It was...alluring."

You were growing dizzy, head spinning.

"Strong alphas can sniff out their true mate. And, baby, we're the strongest that there is."

You have to force yourself to swallow. Have to remember to breathe.

"Why? Because you're... alluring."

That's the last thing you can register before your world turns dark.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE END ˚➶ ｡˚

Allure

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet

❥MATZ x fem reader

Part One(Sunshine)

Part Three(Smoke)

➯a/n: i'm so glad people like this story, i've spent so much time on it and it's a labor of love, enjoy part two <33 if you're new here, part one is very much needed to understand what's going on and please read the warnings and take care of yourself ! if you didn't see my update, i lost the final draft of part three and now only have a paper draft so apologies that it will take a little bit to be uploaded ❤️‍🩹

✃ "Mind, body, soul, and wolf."

♫"Nothing hurts like the way you do; like the way you say "I love you." " -Knuckle Velvet, Ethel Cain♫Allure Soundtrack

✫彡wordcount: 6.9k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BEOTCH chapter specific: not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forced soul bonding, forced marking, nobody is mentally well, yandere and possessive behavior, talk of murder, talk of drugs, bits of humor because i was going insane, smoking 🍃, sh in the form of putting joints out on skin(NOT READER, NOT DESCRIPTIVE), reckless driving(is that a warning?), reader needs a hug like honestly-

cunnilingus, nudity, heat cycle, outdoor, fingering, THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC, ALL SMUT IS CONSENSUAL.

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO ˚➶ ｡˚

Something is wrong.

The warmth of your bed calls you back to sleep as you stir.

Something is wrong.

The smell of cooking pancakes wafts through the air, your stomach churns in interest.

Something is wrong.

The hand on your side is so soft it's almost fleeting.

Something is wrong.

Your eyes snap open, blurry vision landing on an unfortunately familiar set of features. Long brown hair, full lips in a seemingly perpetual line, thick letters on his neck.

You let out a scream as your body catches up with your mind, kicking Seonghwas arm and crawling back into the corner of your bed. "Sleep well? I sure hope so, Hongjoong nearly cried because you didn't get to mark him back before you passed out." His calm demeanor is the very antithesis of your state; frazzled and heart beating wildly in your ears. "I'm not too pleased with waiting either."

You go to pull the blanket over yourself again when he rips it off the bed completely. "G-go away, or else..." Your weak attempt at a threat makes the criminal grin, and he stands from his squatting position, looming over your cowering form.

"Oh you don't know how deep in you are, do you?" He purrs, crawling onto the mattress. It creaks pitifully under his weight as he moves ever closer.

He stops just short of being right in your face. "We own you. And when you stop this little tantrum, mark us back... you own us. A little thing like you, been on that blocker for God knows how long, you won't last but a few more hours until you're running to us with your tail between your legs. Hormones flooding your system, begging for your alphas...Begging for your mates." His eyes flick to your bruised shoulders, their marks peeking out of your scrubs. "Don't make us wait too long now, omega. We aren't patient men."

"Hwa!"

He leans away from you, yelling back to the voice, "what?!" His booming voice makes you jump, and take a deathly tight grip your pillow.

"Food!"

He looks back to you, and it's as if you can tell what he's thinking. You shake your head, slapping his hand away when he goes to grab your wrist. "C'mon now, you won't want an empty stomach when we mate-" He's cut off when a pillow hits his head, leaving him to let out an exasperated sigh.

Hongjoong turns around just as Seonghwa rounds the corner with your fidgeting form over his shoulder. "Hey, Dolly!" He greets casually, like this is an everyday occurrence, as he sets down the plate he's holding next to the other two on your little round table.

"Help! Help me!" You scream, gasping as you're quite literally thrown in a chair.

"No use in that," Hongjoong begins as he sits opposite of you, "no one will hear you. We cleared this place out. If they aren't dead, they're in the prison with our pack."

       Your eyes well with tears. You don't doubt his words for a second. Massacring and holding a town hostage wouldn't even be on the top three of their crimes.

      You take a shaking breath and gather yourself, glaring at the blonde silently. "Oh are you mad?" He asks teasingly. "We made ourselves comfy, hope you don't mind! Lovely little place you've got here."

You choose to stay silent, not trusting your own voice as it wavers even in your head.

"Eat up," Seonghwa pushes one of the plates to you, but Hongjoong snatches it back, eyeing you as you eye it.

It's been a full day since you've eaten, judging by the rising sun in the window. And you silently curse yourself for skipping lunch.

"Something you need to do first, Dolly." He taps his neck, a small grin playing at his lips as he notices your eyebrows push together. He wishes he could crawl into your head and see all of those thoughts that are undoubtedly suffocating you.

And they are. Your lungs feel heavy as you weigh every option against one another. You could run- but you've never outran an alpha, let alone two. You could hide- but that didn't work too well in the prison. You could simply refuse to return the bite- but the last wolf who did that was turned inside out, literally. You could simply cry and hope for their mercy- but you knew it would never come.

Your chair scratches the hardwood under it as you slowly push yourself away from the table. You notice you're missing your shoes as you trudge the few feet that feel like miles.

Hongjoongs head is eagerly turned to the untainted side, Seonghwa's mark mirrored to where you must leave yours.

You attempt to tune out the joyous howling of your wolf, tell her this is not a good thing. But she doesn't care. All she says is-

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

You wince as your canines push through your gums unannounced, lip snarling upward to give them room.

Seonghwa watches with a sadistic glint in his eye as you bend forward, tears building up in your own.

You hate to admit that Hongjoong, both of them really, smell wonderful. But your wolf sure doesn't, she only chants louder.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Your anxious breathes fan against his neck, goosebumps arising in response and anticipation.

His heart is skipping beats. You're so close that you can hear it.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

With a quick movement, your teeth are sunk into his flesh, forever bonding you.

˚➶ ｡˚

    The searing water pelts your back. Steam swirls in the air. Your cries and sniffles echo on the linoleum tile.

     After marking both alphas you didn't have much appetite but, after helping you rinse your mouth, Hongjoong had made you eat everything on your plate before he let you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in.

     Despite the pull in his gut, the urge to break down the door and comfort you, Hongjoong had forced himself to leave. He couldn't listen to your cries, even if he was the cause of them.

      That left the older alpha alone in your humble living room. He tuned his ears to focus on the rainfall, the rolling thunder, the periodic knocking of your air conditioning, anything but the sound of your sorrow.

    You don't quite find it in yourself to care who is or isn't in your home, you find yourself with a much more immediate problem.

     Seonghwa was right.

   You feel heat bubbling to life in your lower stomach, slowly consuming the ball of anxiety that resides there. Your wolf is loud. She won't shut up. Mate this, mate that, knot this, and knot that. You wish with every ounce of your being that she wouldn't be such a primal animal, but that's much like expecting a wild animal to be house trained.

     You find your tears slowly drying, washed away from your cheeks by the ever falling water.

     You hadn't had a heat in a good long while. And now you were mated to two alphas? Seonghwa was right, and you are beyond fucked. You'd never even had a partner during a heat.

     A whimper trembles past your lips without your consent, small and pathetic much like how you feel.

You go to grip the knobs, gasping as you see your claws. They look thicker than before, darker as well. You bring them to your face, turning your hand over and inspecting them. "What..."

A knock at the door startles you enough to grab the tub, new and improved nails leaving indents on the acrylic fiberglass. "(Y/n)? Don't get too hot, the steam is coming out into the hall."

"Go away!" You squeeze your eyes shut, praying Seonghwa didn't hear the sorry crack in your voice.

Your prayers, much like yesterday, go unanswered, unheard. "Are you okay in there? I know... I know the situation isn't ideal-"

"Shut up!" You growl, hand immediately slapped to your mouth in shock of your own outburst. The quiet is eating you alive, making you wish the raining water above you would somehow drown you.

"I'm coming in."

"No! Just fucking leave me alone." Your eyes are wide at the sound of your own voice once again. You, your body is curled into the corner of the tub wanting to disappear and become one with the tiles below you. You, your mouth is loud and proud with your anger.

He opens the lock with his claw, breaking your deceptive sense of privacy. The stream rises into the hall in a thick fog, obscuring his vision. He tries to look for your outline behind the shower curtain but he finds nothing. When a small sniff sounds, his eyes flick to the source. The shadow of a curled up body.

When he grab the curtain, your voice comes out quietly. "Please don't touch me."

"I won't." He speaks shortly, opening the fabric just enough to turn off the water. Immediately, with no sound to drown it out, he hears your irregular heartbeat. "I won't," he says with a voice soft with promise.

The silence drapes you both, listening closely to one another for any sign of movement or speech.

Your ears are perked up, eyes wide and wild as you watch his silhouette take a seat on the closed toilet. He seems to be watching you as well.

"You're in heat." He breaks the hush with a punch. It's not a question, more so it's an observation from his sharp senses.

"Yes." You whisper back.

"How long since you had your last one? That blocker was in there deep." His voice holds something like quiet empathy, which makes your wolf want to crawl to him even more. You try to calculate the years to give him a good estimate of how bad this will get, but your brain feels too hot in your head.

"Long," is all you can muster up.

The quiet blankets you again, the only sound the raging storm outside. A clap of thunder makes you jerk, wrapping your clawed hands around yourself for a sense of comfort.

His hand comes through the gap in the curtain, holding your large fluffy towel. You take it with an almost silent thank you, wrapping it around your shoulders as you stay seated.

He watches the steam dissipate, surveying your small bathroom. The tub and shower which currently holds you takes up the short wall. The toilet he sits on has a soft fabric covering on the lid, the short blue yarn matches the color of the walls and the striped curtain. Your medicine cabinet has small little flowers painted on it with an obviously careful hand. Your products on the counter are organized in re-used plastic containers. Your clothes are set on the edge and awaiting you.

He wonders what you'll do to their home when it becomes yours as well.

When you shuffle, he looks back to your distorted form. Slowly standing, you clear your throat. "Can you, uhm..."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he mutters as he stands, closing the door behind him.

Taking a peek around the drape, you make sure he's really gone before you step out and quickly dry yourself off, blinking away the tears that start to build again.

     With a fresh outfit on and having scrubbed off as much of them as you could, you step out of the bathroom for the first time in hours. Hongjoongs scent is weak, making you briefly wonder where he went as you tip toe around your own home.

     The door to your room is still ajar, but a glimpse inside shows no sign of the alpha who's smell is still strong. The sound of the TV draws you out to the compact living room. There, you can see the back of his head as he faces the box television, watching a rerun of Starsky and Hutchy.

     He says nothing as you sit down, and you say nothing back. He's not paying attention, and neither are you. But neither of you dare speak first.

˚➶ ｡˚

How you fell asleep, you have no idea. But the slam of the front door makes you jump awake, grabbing the nearest object which happens to be Seonghwas forearm.

He places his hand on yours wordlessly and turns to see whoever has the nerve to wake you. "Mingi?" He groans after a moment of reflection.

The strange man in your home, Mingi, is tall, taller than Seonghwa- and it makes you cower into the alpha subconsciously. He shakes the rain water out of his short pink hair in a way akin to a dog after a bath, unbothered by the glare and the wide eyes on him. "Hey!"

"What are you-"

"Joong sent me," he lifts up a duffel bag with a grin, kicking his shoes off as to not drag mud into your home and piss off his alphas mate. "Hi," he smiles more politely towards you as he slowly approaches, noticing your arms tremor.

"You forget how to knock?" Seonghwa grumbles as he stands, hand hesitantly leaving your own as he walks behind the couch to join the man.

"Well I didn't hear anything, I figured you were sleeping or something." He shrugs simply as he sits the bag on the sewing machine you use as a desk.

"We were, asshat." The brotherly bickering of the pack mates makes you smile, and you hide your lips in the cushion as you watch them carefully from you backwards seating on the couch.

     The pink haired man's attention lands on you as Seonghwa looks through the clothes in the bag. "Hi, 'm Mingi," he smiles kindly, holding his hand out to you only for it to be smacked down quickly by Seonghwa with a glare. "Uhm, rude," he rolls his eyes with a clear playfulness.

     "No touching," he huffs shortly, eyes flicking back to you. "He touches you, I cut off his fingers. I'm going to shower." He leans over the back off the couch and lifts your face out of the fabric gently, taking your lips in his possessively, leaving you flabbergasted as he leaves as quick as he came.

     Mingi whistles lowly as the bathroom door closes, chuckling at your starstruck expression. "This fuckin' guy, am I right?" He jokes, smiling awkwardly as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. "I'm an omega too, don't worry. I know it's scary coming across new wolves when you're like us, not knowing..."

      You nod silently, eyeing him up for any sign of danger. But you only find him shivering. "You want a towel or something...?"

    "Oh, if it's not any trouble," he smiles again, the gummy nature of it reminds you of Jihyun, and you find a lot of your nerves draining away. He's an omega like you, so you have a fair chance against him. And despite everything, you doubt Seonghwa would let anyone hurt you, let alone someone from his own pack.

    You sneak by him quickly and into the closet in the hall next to the bathroom, where you can hear the water running.

     "Here you go," you hand it over before taking a seat again, turning backwards on the couch to keep an eye on him as he towels off his hair.

    Starsky and Hutch keeps the silence from being too stiff, but it's clear Mingi has a lot of words on his tongue fighting to come out as he dries his arms.

    "Do-"

    "Is-"

    "Sorry," you both mumbles as you speak over each other. You motion to the seat next to you and he takes it with a quick, "thanks."

    "So," you begin, tucking your knees under your chin, "he's your alpha?"

    "Both of them, they lead together." He nods as he speaks, looking around your home.

    "That's weird," you mumble to yourself, picking at the string on your sock, "how does that work?"

     "Well... I mean they just kind of lead us all together. Make decisions together, it's not a dictatorship actually- they let us vote on stuff sometimes, it's nice. I'm sure you'll come to understand our pack, we're just a bit... different."

    "How did, uh, I mean I've heard some stuff, I dunno-"

    "You can ask me. I know those two probably weren't very talkative."

   "Yeah," you chuckle quietly, taking a peek at him, "they made their own pack, right? How did you end up here?"

    He looks back at you and slowly relaxes in his seat, both of you growing more comfortable as your wolves sniff one another out. "Yeah, that's right. They didn't roll up on a village like this and say, 'who's the strongest, let's fight', like most alphas come to be. They found each of us and asked us to join, didn't just demand it. I was one of the first, actually. They found me stealing some food in Minnesota, told me pledge my loyalty and I'll never be cold or hungry again."

   "And?"

  "Hm?"

   "Have you been?"

    "Never," he shakes his head, "they're good alphas. Maybe not the best people, but good alphas. I'm sorry you had to join us this way... they can be a bit impulsive, impatient." His eyes are low and voice even lower, like he's trying to hide his words from the man who's most definitely listening in. "They aren't monsters, at least not the kind the news makes them out to be. They're the monsters the world shaped them into."

     You feel his wolf calling out to yours, albeit weakly. You've never felt it before. Is it because you're finally apart of a real pack? Because you're his alphas mate? Your eyes flick to your wolves and his follow suit, a pink color that matches his hair.

"Mingi." His voice breaks your small staring competition, both of you looking to him. He looks a lot different on his own clothes, and it makes your annoyingly loud wolf even louder. His forearm sleeve and neck tattoo is on show in his dark grey wifebeater, finally freed from the long sleeve orange top. The marks on his shoulders are out and proud as well. His bell bottom jeans make his long legs look even longer, like he's more than half leg. His inked up fingers work nimbly to buckle his belt. That's when you finally look away, sinful thoughts flooding your head thanks to your building heat.

"Has Hongjoong come up with a plan with the rest of you?"

     You don't register that he's come up to the couch until he's picking you up. You grab onto his shoulders and bite your lip as you yelp.

     "He says we should just sneak attack their camp, Jongho's been able to sus out their location with his-" Mingi clears his throat to stop himself as Seonghwa sends him a glare while he sits, settling you in his lap. "With some intel... says they only have two scouts at a time."

You curl up on yourself, breathing deeply- which turns out to be a grave mistake. Seonghwas sandalwood scent floods you all at once, the musky smell of the prison washed away. A wave of arousal hits you like the one in the shower, and he squeezes you closer to his chest.

"He'll tell me about it later, go on and go back to the prison and tell him come back."

"Wha-"

"Go now."

"Yup, yeah, I'm gone." Mingi jumps up, leaving the towel on the couch as he dashes to the door, disappearing with a quick, "later!"

You try to scramble away the second the door shuts, but the alpha grabs your ankle and pins you to the couch. "Please, please!" You shake your head while sniveling, quieted when he cups the back of your neck softly.

"Calm down, omega," he whispers, keeping his weight off of you, "you need us to get rid of that heat, you know that don't you?"

You nod dreadfully, burying your face in the cushion. "I don't want-"

"Tell me what you want, and that's what I will do. Nothing more. I won't force you to do anything but I won't let you suffer in your heat, do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want me to let you go?"

Despite yourself, you whisper, "no..."

"Tell me how to help you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, omega, and I will give it to you."

˚➶ ｡˚

By the time Hongjoong crashes through the front door clumsily, both of you are gone from the couch. A trail of torn clothes and the call of soft moans lead him to your bedroom, the door open wide to provide him a beautiful view.

You, in your bra and nearly nothing else. Legs spread around Seonghwas shoulders and socked toes curling into the bed. Your sharp teeth out and peeking through your lips as they part with a moan.

Seonghwa, kneeling and back arched as he anchors himself between your legs, forearms wrapped around your thighs. His tank top rising up to expose the ink on his lower back. Low, muffled moans rumble in his throat.

      "Started without me?" He asks smugly after he catches his breath from the overwhelming scene.

     Seonghwas head snaps back at the intruder, eyes red and jaw slick- but he goes right back to his meal, making you yip in surprise. Your eyes stay locked on his, lit aglow just like the alphas between your legs. Your chest rises and falls with bated breathes.

"Hongj-ah!" You grip the straps of Seonghwas top, eyes squeezing shut as you whine.

     Your logic and reasoning went out the window the second Seonghwas eyes turned red with lust. Now, you let your wolf get what she wants for the time being. You forgot how badly heats burn.

     Your bed dips and creaks with the additional weight as the younger alpha joins you. You feel his breath over the healing mark he left, followed by a lick which makes you gasp.

     Every touch both extinguishes the burn and makes it hotter.

    "You smell so good," Hongjoong coos into your neck, hands slowly wrapping around your waist, "will you let me have a taste too?"

      "Y-yes!" You nod eagerly, fidgeting under his light touches until a slender hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place, followed by a growl.

     "I'm not done, am I, omega? I thought you wanted to cum on my tongue? That's what you asked for, after all," Seonghwa teases as he pulls back, free hand playing with the slick between your thighs. He watches with a smirk as you nod, over and over. "Yeah?"

    "Yeah! Please, Seonghwa!" You feel a pinch in your gut as you beg for the criminal, but it's washed away with another surge of pleasure. A soft hand on your cheek makes you push your eyes open, coming face to face with Hongjoong.

     "Poor omega," he pouts as he traces your jaw, "those blockers are good for nothing, only cause problems. We'll take good care of you, don't worry. Anything you want, Doll. Anything at all."

     Your request is wordless. A pull at his belt loop with your clawed finger.

˚➶ ｡˚

You're fast asleep with your heat satisfied for the time being, sandwiched between the two alphas in your small bed. They keep quiet, enjoying the moment. They know that when you awake without your heat blurring your mind, you'll be distant again.

And they don't blame you.

Mingi was right, they're impulsive. They wanted you and they got you the second they could. They'll do whatever they can to make you realize you're meant to be their omega, their mate. They'll build the trust one step at a time, they just had to make sure you wouldn't slip away in the meantime.

Your breathes are slow and steady, deep in the hands of exhaustion. One of your legs is hooked across Hongjoongs hips, the other tangled in Seonghwas bell bottoms. Your arms are wrapped around the blondes neck, head buried in his shoulder.

Seonghwa has one arm tucked under both of your heads, fingers twirling Hongjoongs hair mindlessly as he holds a joint between his lips, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke out slowly. His pants are undone and underwear clumsily pulled back up.

      Hongjoong has his eyes closed peacefully, though he's not sleeping. He's listening intently to your heart beats, enjoying the familiar smell of his alphas smoking and the feeling of your naked body clinging to his.

       "Leave tomorrow?" Seonghwa whispers hushedly, letting the smoke in his lungs out in a puff.

     "The quicker we get home the better. We need to start making a real plan for that fuck face Greene." He snarls silently, pressing his nose into your hair in an attempt to calm himself.   

     "And make sure no one messed up while we were caged."

     "They told me Yunhos been taking care of the traffic flow, we should be good on that part. I just want to get my claws bloody."

    Seonghwa chuckles, rubbing his temple, "you know what's fucked? If that coward didn't rat us out, we wouldn't've found our mate."

      Hongjoong cracks a small smile, cradling your unconscious body close to his chest as Seonghwa stands. "Maybe I'll go easy on him then." He smirks, watching his shoulders bounce with silent laughter as he leaves the room, a trail of smoke following him.

     Seonghwa closes the bathroom door behind him, staring at his reflection. He takes the joint between his index and middle finger, leaning toward the glass.

     Hongjoong was made for this world, for his world. But were you? Had they just doomed you to a pitiful existence? Did he even care if they did?

     Peddling drugs and getting your claws bloody. He couldn't imagine you doing it. But he couldn't imagine letting you go.

     He pulls his jeans down and his boxers leg up, snuffing out the joint on his thigh.

˚➶ ｡˚

   "It ain't a crime to be good to yourself! Lick it up! Lick it up! Woooo!"

      Your body is slung to the door of the van as Hongjoong drifts around the corner, the loud rock music only rivaled by his singing of it. You grab onto the passenger seat infront of you to hold yourself steady. "Does he have to be the one to drive?" You yell to Seognhwa who's in the row of seats behind you, laid across them with a grin.

     "He likes to pretend he's driving The A Team van!" 

        The van skids to a stop infront of the prison, and you have to force yourself to look away least you think about the people who are still being held hostage inside. "C'mon up here, Doll," Hongjoong holds his hand out to you in offering, and you take it. You crawl over the cup holder in the middle and land in the passenger seat, grabbing the bag they had let you pack before dragging you away from your home.

     "Where are we going?" You ask quietly, thankful that Hongjoong had the ears to be able to hear you over his cassette.

      "Back to our stomping grounds," he hums as he hits the button to unlock the doors, letting in the approaching group of people. "Los Aranza, it's in sou-"

     "What's up fuckers?" A young man shouts over the music as he hops into the middle row, making you jump as you look back. He smiles your way kindly, uttering a softer, "hey." 

    Mingi, who throws you a small smile, is climbing in next with a buffer man who immediately gives you the chills and a woman who looks like a sore thumb in the group. 

     Mingi gets in the back with Seonghwa and the woman ends up in the middle seat between the two other men despite her complaints.

"(Y/n), this is Wooyoung," Hongjoong introduces you to the first man, who waves your way. "Lia," the woman returns your awkward smile of a greeting. "And San," who, you don't expect to, leans over the center console and takes you in a sideways hug.

"No touching!" A grumble comes from the back, making San chuckle as he leans back into his seat.

"Nice to meet you," he grins brightly, promptly buckling his seatbelt when he hears Hongjoong start the vehicle back up.

Everyone else quickly copies his actions, and you get the memo the moment before the van lurches to life quickly.

The first few minutes are awkward silence save for the music, which Lia thankfully made the driver turn down.

"So, (Y/n)," Wooyoung starts up, "I don't want you to worry so..." You look back over your shoulder, taking a note of the small freckle under his eye as you search his features. "I just wanted to let you know that we called the state police before we left, it'll take a few hours but the rest of your village won't be stuck in there for too long."

The sentiment gives you the smallest hint of relief, knowing that they won't just be left there to wither until someone would notice that the whole town disappeared off the face of the planet. "Thanks..." You nod shortly, taking the time turned around to inspect the other new faces as well.

Lia has a seemingly familiar set of round and soft features, but you can't quite place it. Nor can you place her ranking in the group. She doesn't smell like a wolf, but you don't want to pry.

San, however, has the clear ego of a beta; chest puffed out and radiating confidence, but not power. He's got a smile that doesn't match any of that though, and that along with his friendly actions make you think he's not as scary as he presents.

You turn back around and face the road, watching the sign for your town wiz past.

"How far to Los A..."

"Aranza! Maybe like... 26 hours?" Lia's words make you look to Hongjoong, who's tapping away at the wheel as he speeds.

"Seonghwa," you call out.

"Hm?"

"Can someone else drive?"

˚➶ ｡˚

Your request was denied, obviously, and everyone had to hang on every time Hongjoong made a turn or hit a bump. Admittedly, it was fun to watch him let loose and sing his heart out while the wind knocked his hair around. That, paired with the surprisingly kind conversation that the pack members made with you made for a good first three hours.

After that, Wooyoung got grumpy. "I'm hungry!"

Then, Mingi chimed in, "I have to use the bathroom!"

Then, San, "My legs asleep! Ow, really Lia?"

When you gave Hongjoong a begging glance, that's when he finally started looking for an exit on the highway.

The mom and pop restaurant was run down and quiet, but you were thankful that that meant less people to see the rag tag team of criminals you were with and potentially cause problems. The van was parked half hazardously in the back by the restrooms, and Mingi was the first out from the back doors, practically dashing into the men's room.

You grab the handle to the passenger side door only to be grabbed on the opposite wrist. You look to the assailant and see Hongjoong with a questioning gaze. "What? I have to...go," you shrug his hand away, opening your door and hopping down before he can stop you again.

You hear some soft foot steps enter the bathroom as you hover, but they don't enter a stall. "Did they send you to babysit me," you groan, nearly slapping yourself as you speak before thinking again.

"Yeah, sorry..." Lia's voice is apologetic, and when you finally exit: her face is as well. "They can be a bit...uhm."

"Paranoid? Overbearing?"

"Yeah," she nods softly, using the mirror she stands infront of to look at you as you wash your hands. The way your shoulders slump and your head hangs low makes her heart ache for you. "I hope we can be friends. You're going to need some in this side of the world."

You look in the mirror in front of yourself, matching her stance as you watch one another through the glasses. "I hope so, too."

     When you join the men back outside, they're all sitting on the curb with plastic bags infront of them. Lia sits in the space between Mingi and San, immediately grappling at the bag the ladder holds out to her. Seonghwa hands you one as well, nodding for you to take it, "yours."

    Inside is two large styrofoam boxes of delicious smelling food, and you look up with your brows pressed together. "This is a lot of food, Seonghwa, I'm not going to eat all of this." You set down one as you open up the other and sit on the warm concrete between the two alphas.

     "You need it, you're still in heat." He hums plainly, dropping a french fry into his mouth as San spits one out from his.

     "Hey!" You yell, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up your neck.

      "What? It's true." He looks around to his pack members, seeing the three lower men looking away from you while Lia simply shakes her head at him, and Hongjoong nods.

     "He's right, we didn't even fuck- ow!" He glares at Mingi as he slaps him upside the head, "we didn't! We only y'know... messed around."

     "Bro, shut up!" Mingi sends you a quick compassionate glance before turning his face to his food. "You guys have zero tact."

     "Tact? What the hells that?" Hongjoong mumbles from around his burger, "you made that up."

  In defiance of your anger at him, his antics make you smile as you take a bite of food.

˚➶ ｡˚

The next stop the vehicle makes is in the dead of night, the spring moon full and bright.

It was only you and Hongjoong awake when you asked if their promise from earlier still stood: whatever you need and nothing more.

He was quick to peel off the road and park the sleeping group before leading you into the woods to satisfy your once again noisy wolf.

You hate that you nearly start howling aloud when he pushes your back onto a tree, hand behind your head to protect it from the bark, and begins kissing you like he did in your bed.

He takes it a step further, slipping his hand down now that Seonghwa isn't there. His lips meld into yours as he slips his hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts. They travel lower as his fingers do the same, feeling the warmth of your heat which makes him groan into your neck.

When he feels your hands on his shoulders, he closes his eyes and cherishes your touch, letting his wolf drive him forward and press his body to yours in an act of affection which makes you dizzy.

His fingers find their way inside of you, making you gasp toward the stars. His knuckles feel like balls of velvet in your overly sensitive body, driving you nearer and nearer to the cliff of pleasure your wolf desperately needs to dive off of.

        Omega heats are pathetic, you think to yourself as your knees buckle: only being held up by Hongjoongs weight pressing you into the tree as he gives you satisfaction you're incapable of giving yourself.

Thankfully, all too soon, your pleasure reaches its peak and you tumble over it, gushing on his fingers and clinging to him as he kisses the healing mark his teeth left. He wraps his free arm around your back, holding your waist tightly as you tremble. "That's it, Doll..." His voice raises bumps on the flesh of your shoulder, his heavy breaths fanning them.

You can feel his length hard against you, but you're too afraid and too ashamed to acknowledge it and he knows it. But he's content with whatever you give to him in the moment, he doesn't care about his own pleasure as long as his mate is taken care of. He presses his nose into your scent and breathes deeply, letting out a growl as he feels your core clenching.

You feel a sense of dread as you come back to your head fully, watching with wide eyes as he takes his fingers from your shorts and into his mouth. You quickly look away, and hear him chuckling.

"It's okay to want us, Pretty. We're your mates. We want you just as bad."

You share a moment of sincere eye contact before your tears blur his image. "I'm afraid." You confess in a short huff, breathing in the soft wind that surrounds you.

   "Of what? We'll never let anything hurt you." His voice holds a simple directness, he means every word he says and he doesn't see the need to be poetic with it. He just wants to convey the truth to you. "Anyone looks at you the wrong way and I'll gut them. I'll put their head on a pike to show everyone else not to fuck with you."

      With his body once again pressing into you, albeit with a softness that wasn't found in your last heated moment, you find yourself looking down to avoid his wild eyes. He can smell a bittersweet spike of fear in your scent, and his brows furrow together.

     "I'm afraid of you... and of Seonghwa. You frighten me. You don't-" You bite your tongue before you let your emotions speak for you. After a moment, you break your silence, "you don't even know me... and it scares me what you're willing to do. You're criminals. And if... if you don't find me a suitable mate that I'll be next on your list of victims. I didn't ask for this, Hongjoong... I didn't want this."

      His face is stoic for a spell, but his lips slowly curve upward into a bestial grin: followed by the giggles that had haunted your dreams after the first time you heard them. "Oh, (Y/n)," he snickers, eyes closing with the force of his laughter. It rings out in the silent night and mocks you. What could he possibly be finding so funny about your legitimate fears?

     His body collapses into you as he laughs manically, making you freeze with a cry- your body trying to make itself small. You close your eyes, taking sniveling breaths as you will yourself to block out the deranged laughter. "Oh, you're just so adorable!"

    "S-stop laughing at me," you whine, attempting to push his weight off of you as the bark begins digging into your back. He doesn't look it, but he's heavy as all get out as he slumps into you.

     He grips your wrists as you push at his chest and pins them into the tree with his claws caging them in, all laughter gone in a spilt second as he glares down at you. "Now you listen, Doll," he growls between his teeth, making you cry sharper and clench your eyes tighter. He doesn't like that one bit. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, omega!"

You sheepishly open your eyes, too afraid to disobey him even though he's scaring the living daylights out of you with his mood swings. His eyes slowly return to normal, black fading into nothingness at the sight of your fearful eyes.

"Now you listen close, yeah?" He speaks softer than before, kicking your feet apart to stand between them and get closer to you. "You don't quite understand, I think... We could fucking smell you the second we rolled into that place. Now, Seonghwa thought it was a trick- a stupid ploy to get us to be tame. But when you walked into the room, oh we knew it was real! Just one wiff of your fresh scent and my wolf was clawing to get out. Even with that stupid blocker in your neck, we could smell you and that's how we knew. Other alphas won't even understand so it's okay that you don't. But, Doll, you were made for us, and we were made for you. The moon cut us from the same cloth, three pieces from the same puzzle. You were ours the second you were born, and we were yours. We are each others. We are each other. Mind, body, soul, and wolf, we belong to one another. So don't think for a second that we don't know you, okay? We are you. We'll chase you to the ends of the goddamn Earth if we have to. So don't ever fucking say some shit like that again, got it?! I would break open my chest and shove you inside if that's what it took to keep you safe. I'd walk on my hands and knees for eternity if that's what it takes to make you happy! So don't say some shit like that again, am I understood? You are our mate and we will treat you as such, nothing less than a Goddess among wolves and we the Gods that rule beside you. Do you understand?"

You're too busy sobbing, your small sniffles having grown into full blown fat tears and cries during his monologue, to answer him. He withdraws his claws and your arms fall limp to your side. His palms are warm and comforting on your cheeks even as he says firmly, "nod if you understand."

And all you can do is nod pathetically.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO END ˚➶ ｡˚

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