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Dilf December Day 21- Shouta Aizawa

"Daddy's Good With His Hands" ➪ Stepdad!Dilf!Shouta Aizawa X Virgin!Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, stepcest, taboo, semi-noncon, guided mastrubation, age gap, pet names, daddy kink, corruption kink, dumbification, degradation,virgin sex, overstimulation

A/N: This is my piece for @r1nf4iry's Dilf December collab event!!! I had a lot of fun writing this, gawd I'm so filthy :,) This is also very long, and I'm unsure of the word count? (Possibly between 3k and 7k??)

Your daddy has always been good with his hands.

Shouta Aizawa, a well recognized and respected underground pro hero now retired has his current obligations in keeping up with family life. When he once wrangled up bad guys and villians, pick-pockets and worthless thugs, he now devotes his full attention and time to teaching you, his only baby girl.

Now in his late 40s, your father has spent the past 15 years of his life catering to his family, catering to you. You, a young woman newly in her early 20s, have had everything you've ever received handed to you. And though you were spoiled, your father made sure you were rightfully so. He taught you so much in the years he's been present in your life, making sure to let his little girl know how much she and her success means to him. He used to be a teacher, after all.

From teaching you how to ride your very first bike to giving you the "talk" and giving you advice on accepting the elements of womanhood and adulthood, your daddy wanted to make you as socially aware and knowledgeable as possible. He would teach you anything you wished to know, he loved you that much. You were his whole life, and he made it his life's goal to make sure you knew that.

He would do anything for his only baby girl, coming to your aid when you needed him. It was his job to tend to your needs. Now, you had a plethora of knowledge and maybe a few "useless" facts under your belt thanks to your daddy. You felt like you knew everything there was to know about life.

However, there was one thing you just couldn't reach on your own, and you felt like your father might be the perfect person to help.

Your daddy has always been good with his hands, right?

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And there you were, twitching and shivering under a cold sweat, hot flashes washing over your body as you desperately rub your quivering fingers over your needy cunt. You were home from college for the holidays and your parents were delighted to have their little girl in their family home again. You were now in your childhood bedroom, gasping for air and letting little whines escape your mouth as you fought your hardest to please yourself. However, you couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in fits of horniness and neediness. How pathetic.

You were like a bitch in heat, grinding and bumping your swollen clit up against your fingers trying to gain any friction that could give you the sweet release you desired. You clapped your hand over your mouth to cage in the filthy moans and mewls you made. It had always been like this, always struggling to properly get off since you were still a virgin, still afraid to even plunge one of your fingers into your tight, untouched hole. But it scared you to think of all the things that could go wrong if you did.

This lack of knowledge killed you, having had to make yourself cum for many years just by rubbing your needy pussy with your hands. But it was never enough. You felt something tighten in your lower abdomen as your rubbed your cunt faster, chasing your oncoming high you so desperately needed. You cried and shook as you came on your hand, spreading your wet juices all over your quivering pussy. God, you were so pathetic.

You didn't have as much knowledge as you thought, when it came to things like this. And though your father isn't to blame for not teaching you since it's such an invasive and private subject, you wish he had have.

But it's not too late for you, right?

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It was the next day when you finally decided to at least ask your father about your troubles, hoping that he'll tell you something that would help you progress. He wouldn't find a problem with that, right?

Around 3:00 P.M. in the afternoon, your mother had said she wouldn't be returning home from work until late tonight, so she left the house to you and your step daddy. You were barricaded in your room, twiddling your fingers, an anxious mess to go ask your dad about how to pleasure a woman. He would know, right? At his age, he would possibly know something useful? He's never let you down before.

You muster up the courage to trudge into the living room where you find your father lounging on the couch. He was wearing a black v-neck, long sleeve shirt paired with light gray sweatpants while his long locks of hair, sprinkled with hints of salt and pepper grays, were pulled up into a half-up-half-down style. Though his body was fully covered, you couldn't help catching yourself studying his broad, muscled body underneath, able to clearly see every crevice, trap, and ab on him. You understood why your mother fell for him, he was insanely attractive.

You gravitate toward the couch and sit a few spaces away from your father, who was nursing on a cup of coffee as he scrolled through his phone. One of the family cats was also in his lap, purring and nudging up against his chest. You finally open your mouth to speak to him, but as soon as he sees you sit near him, he speaks to you first.

"Hey dear, long time no see," Shouta joked as he turned his head toward you. He said that because ever since you came back home, you've kinda been avoiding him while you were visiting. That desire inside you grew hotter and hotter, especially when you were around him, and you couldn't risk him seeing you like that. But it wasn't your fault that you were a needy virgin slut who's never even came around anyones fingers.

"H-hey, dad," you chuckled. "How's life been?" You fight to keep the convo sturdy before you dove into asking him about sexual experiences.

Shouta releases a heavy sigh, setting down his cup of coffee and rubs the bridge of his nose in thought. His eyes had that same bloodshot and dry look to them as they did when he was doing pro hero work, only less severe and irritated.

"Same as always, I find it easy to catch myself doing non-productive things. When I feel like I'm doing something nowadays, I don't feel like I'm doing enough. And I assume my retirement from the underground hero commission and U.A. has left me in a withdrawal spell from doing hero work." He sounded sad when he spoke, like he missed teaching his students and tending to the evils that threatened Japan.

"Do you miss your jobs, dad?" You questioned. You scooted closer to him, genuinely interested in hearing what your father was feeling. He was never the most joyful or overly enthusiastic man, but he rarely ever talks about his past life anymore and what happened before that, almost like it haunted him.

"Yeah, I guess one could say that," he solemnly sighed as he put his phone down on the coffee table. He then turned to face you, acknowledging that you possibly needed something from him. He was all ears.

"You need something, kid?" He asked. This made a cold shiver shoot up your spine, stomach being queasy as you remembered what you needed to ask him. God, you were so awful for coming to your father and asking him something like this. Why not your mother, your biological mother at that?

Your father was different, you thought. There was something about him that he could give you that your mother could not. Yet you couldn't put your finger on it.

"I, u-uhm, it's nothing, really, just wanted to check in with you and see how you were doing," you obviously lied. You scratched the back of your neck nervously, obviously needing to ask him something. He wasn't born yesterday, and you were his daughter. By now, he had learned every trick and trade you had. There was no pulling a false facade on him.

"Really, cause it seems like you're practically itching to tell me something," he pressed. He stared at you, into your soul, almost. If one thing made your father scary, it was his intimidating eye contact. He easily saw through you, making you so easy to read, so you might as well go ahead and let the cat out of the bag.

"Ahm, well... it's... complicated. Besides, I'm sure you won't be able to help me anyways..." you shyly protested. You rub your thighs together, sneakily trying to gain some friction on your poor cunt and relieve some of the anxiety pent up inside you. You felt awful for some reason and you haven't even told him what you're looking for. Doesn't this seem even a little weird to you?

"Try me," Aizawa countered. He searched your face for some sort of clue. His own face wore a stern expression. He scooted almost impossibly closer to you, close enough where his chest was right up against your shoulder. His body heat carried his natural body musk under your nose, something along the lines of teakwood or sandalwood. God, was he aware of how broken and vulnerable you were? As if you couldn't get any hornier, your step father's strong body up against yours made your cunt throb. A little whine caught in your throat, he had to know what you wanted.

"N-no, dad, I'm fine. I promise. I'll give it some more thought and figure it out on my own," you claim so you can escape this nerve wracking situation. You began to feel uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to go hide in your room and shun yourself for even thinking that your step dad could tell you something so sensual and vulgar. You felt disgusted and began to shift your weight as you started to stand up from the couch.

Before you could leave, your father grabs your arm, keeping you grounded as you plop back on the couch. Your heart pounds against your rib cage, feeling as if it could jump out of your chest any minute. Once you were reseated, you slowly guided your eyes back to your father, who now had a new softened expression on his face, a type of understanding in his eyes.

"Look, y/n, I don't want to pry on whatever it is that's bothering you, but I would like you to know that you can tell me whatever you'd like, and you can bet that it will stay safe with me. Honest." Aizawa's tone dropped impossibly low as his large hand placed itself on your shoulder. He always did this when someone came to him in trouble or worry, and this was his way of reassuring them and validating their feelings.

Tears started to well in your eyes, feeling moved by your dad's words, but also so selfish and mortified by what you had planned to ask him. Yet, he was your father, after all. It was the parent's job to discuss things related to the 'birds and the bees' with their children, right? This is fairly similar, correct?

You inhaled a deep breath and regathered your thoughts. You wanted to know how to feel good, and it had already been too long for you to just now start learning about these things. So, all your rationality was thrown aside as you spoke your first words shakily.

"I-I... need help with... something personal," you stuttered. You couldn't look him in the eyes anymore but you felt his on you, studying your body language. He patiently waited for you to continue.

"Ok, I see. And what might that be?" Shouta asked. His brows were furrowed in curiosity. He had no clue where this was going but he would give you his honest answer regardless.

"It's... about... self pleasure," you choke. Your head is lowered impossibly low, staring intently at your lap as your fingers twiddle and jerk. An unbelievable heat grew in your cheeks and you became extremely sweaty. You were definitely grounded once this conversation was over.

There was a grand pause that worried you. You felt like throwing up, feeling as if you had nothing left in you to further explain your situation. You'd gladly see yourself out of the house and head back to school early. You almost didn't want to even come back home. This felt wrong of you to ask your own father, however, Shouta took in a deep breath and spoke.

"Mhmm, I see. Anything else you'd like me to know?" He spoke so casually, almost unphased by your request to speak with him about mastrubation, let alone sex.

"Dad, are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." you question. You slowly start to lift your head and allow your eyes to meet your fathers. In that moment, a link was shared between you two. You didn't know if he was a mind reader or was insanely good at reading you, but he figured you out quickly.

"I assume you'd like me to discuss with you about how to properly pleasure yourself as a virgin, no? If I'm off, correct me," he said. "If so, I'd gladly tell you all I know, if you're comfortable enough sharing."

You couldn't believe your ears. You were semi-estatic but still strangely weirded out by how willing your step dad was to help you with this. But something was a bit off.

"Uhm... yes sir, you're correct," you whisper, starting to lower your head again. But before you do, your dad caresses your chin and raises it in order for you to look him in the eyes. He had a small smirk on his face, almost looking amused by your embarrassment. He thought you looked so cute all flustered, asking your step daddy to teach you how to train your sweet virgin pussy. And he wouldn't disclose it now, but he had the perfect method to get you broken in perfectly. He now had you in the palm of his hand, getting you to admit that you needed him, needed him to properly show you how to make yourself cum in little to no time, it's admirable.

"Got it. Well, I assume we start with any questions you have. Tell me, what's on your mind, kitten?" your step daddy replied. He began to snake the hand he had on your shoulder down your arm, which led to your hand as he gave it a few caressing strokes. It made you shiver, unsure if from delight or discomfort.

"W-well, uhm, what's the best way for me to work myself open? I'm scared I'll do something wrong..." you trail off. You shift your body weight, moving under your father's questionable touches. Maybe he's just trying to ease your nerves, right?

"Well, the way I see it," Aizawa sighs as his hand moves from your hand to your thigh, "Is that I'd need to help show you the best method for that, sweetheart." His skilled fingers applied touches soft enough to still be felt through the fabric of your leggings. It made your stomach churn, but you felt your core tighten as your cunt started to drip.

"Method? W-what do you mean?" you ask, squirming and rubbing your greedy thighs together. He saw how hot and bothered you were sitting in front of him, yet you were bothered for a number of reasons. You felt awful, so disgusting that your father would even take up your grotesque offer to teach his daughter how to get off. Step father or not, he was your father, nonetheless.

"My sweet girl, I can show you better than I can tell you," Shouta purred as he leaned in closely toward you, his face coming insanely close to yours. His hands became rougher on your thigh, fingers digging into your supple skin, gripping and groping your plush hips. His lips attached to the sensitive dip on your neck, immediately making you mewl out in pleasure. His stubble rubbed and tickled the nape of your neck as your step daddy trailed wet kisses along your jawline and neck. God, the bastard was smooth.

"The key to getting a woman worked up enough to fuck her," he groaned, "is foreplay." He suddenly lead his lips to yours, nipping and sucking at them before his tongue danced along yours. You were then making out with your father, but strangely enough you weren't stopping him. You felt only a little uncomfortable, completely enveloped in lust and overwhelmed with butterflies.

"Daddy... please... Teach me," you whined so sweetly, moving further into the heated kiss, practically jumping on top of your daddy's lap as you ground your needy pussy on his thigh. Poor thing, so lost in bliss that she didn't realize she was seducing her own step father. What a filthy slut.

This begging plea from you was all he needed to hear, and the next thing you knew, your step daddy had your soaking wet panties around your ankles as his thick, calloused fingers probed and gently prodded at your tight, puckering hole. This was the beginning of his lesson, and he didn't complete it all in one sitting. No, your lesson would take days, weeks, maybe months to complete. This was serious, and he wasn't completely ready to break his little girl so soon.

You shivered in his touch, moaning and whining like a fucked out whore. And he hasn't even fucked you dumb yet, but he already had you sucking on and coating his fingers with your saliva, making sure that there was enough lubricant to try to insert his smallest digit inside you. He would instruct you where to place his finger, having you first tell him where you wanted him to touch you. He would then guide you in making yourself cum as you normally would. This would allow you to relax and not be so tense.

He would then rub your pussy so nicely, the lewd sounds and clicks of your slick coating your puffy clit and layering over your tight hole, while whispering the filthiest things in your ear and against your neck as you sat in his lap. "My sweet baby girl has a pretty little pussy. You wanted your step daddy to be the first to see it, yeah?" "Such a good girl, keep making those adorable sounds for me." This would have you so worked up that your cunt would unclench just a bit as he massaged you there. Then, and only then, would he even try to insert the tip of his ring finger inside your virgin cunny.

And, with a few more weeks of this training, you were soon being split open on your step daddy's fingers, cumming over and over as he instructed you to while you laid back against his chest. It was the best thing you had ever felt. This became a religious routine that happened almost every time you came home from school and your mom was away. You almost felt bad for her, almost.

This event soon upgraded to become more harsh and quick, your father finally adding 2 or 3 of his large fingers inside your pussy. He pumped them harder and faster inside you, making you squirt sometimes. You also begged him to keep going even after you came, which lead you to discover overstimulation.

Finger fucking and guided mastrubation finally lead to the actual act: sex. Shouta started you out with oral sex first. You had never taken dick before, let alone seen or sucked one, so your daddy offered to be your first if you were comfortable. He taught you how to properly suck his cock so well you could be mistaken for a pro within 2 weeks.

His thick cock filled your virgin throat up so nicely, making a pretty bulge in your throat visible as you sucked him off on the floor. He made it clear that eye contact was important, often thrusting up into you quickly and making you gag if you broke eye contact with him. Your manners and etiquette could not slack even in this sense. Yet he praised you so much when he saw his lessons finally come into effect: "That's my fucking girl, suck your step daddy's cock like a well trained slut. Look at you, all cross eyed and fucked dumb drooling on my dick, so perfect. You're doing wonderful, just like that. Eyes up at me, kitten."

After weeks of cockwarming your daddy's dick and training your throat, the final step finally came to fucking. Your daddy had instilled in you the importance of using protection, and it was no different with him as your first fuck. Your first time had to be special, so it was when your mother had left town for a business trip for a couple days. The whole ordeal was planned for weeks, as devious as you and your father were.

You did it in the guest bedroom to minimize suspicion and cleanup. The buildup consisted of the usual teasing and foreplay, easily getting you hot and bothered even before your father had inserted anything in you. This was also the first time he ate you out and tasted you, his stubble giving you a pleasant sting and prick for friction. The low grunts and moans he passed through your pussy warmed up your core, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucked and nursed on your cunny. When it was too much, he'd still keep going. The more you came on his tongue, the easier it would be for the both of you once he split you open on his cock.

And when that time came, it wasn't as easy as either of you thought. It took a few separate instances to get you comfortable and at least fit his tip inside you. You often winced in pain as his thick tip stretched you open differently then his fingers did. But he cooed to you like a baby and instructed you to take deep, sturdy breaths to calm down and allow yourself to unclench and relax. You bled only a bit. It took time and multiple occasions for you to finally take his cock comfortably, and when you did he let you completely loose.

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"Hss, fuck daddy, you're so big," your groan as you roll your hips to meet your daddy's upward thrusts. You were riding him as he laid beneath you, holding your hips and gazing up at you in adoration. You were doing so well, and only a couple of months ago, you were a clueless woman unaware of the sexual potential she had. You were so perfect.

"That's it, pretty girl, keep grinding those needy hips and fuck daddy's cock. And don't even think about stopping until you cum, understood," Shouta grunted as his thrusts quickened and his strokes deepened. Your walls clenched around him when he said that, his voice deep, rich and primal, with a hint of something possessive in it. The tip of his dick found that spongy apex inside your worn out cunny, making you fold over your daddy's chest and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Daddy! 's too much! Please, be more gentle!" you cried as Aizawa fucked up into you even harder than before, caging you in on his chest by wrapping his strong arms around your back, pressing you impossibly closer to his chest. His breaths were ragged and animalistic, his hair disheveled and slightly bouncing as he pounded his step daughter's newly virgin pussy.

"Shh shhh, kitten, daddy's got you. I'm gonna introduce you to womanhood soon, yeah? And when I do, your formal training will be complete, and you'll finally be a woman. S-shit... your pussy is so perfect, babygirl," he moaned. His phrases of praise was enough to drive over the edge, making you scream and whine as he continued to fuck you.

"Shit daddyyyyy~! Gonna cream all over your cock! P-please, make your little girl feel good like you always do!" you mewled. Your breaths were staggered as you gasped for air, feeling a newly familiar knot in your stomach grow as your step dad abuses your weeping cunt.

"Fuck, that's it. Cum for me, sweetheart. Let it all out," Shouta moaned. He bit his lip as he cradled your head against his chest. Your walls fluttered around his cock as his deep grunts and moans passed straight into your ear, the filthy sound of skin slapping on skin and your creamy pussy coating your daddy's dick bounced off the guest room walls. This entire lesson felt like a dream and if it was, you never wanted to wake up.

"C-cumminggg d-daddyyyy fuck~!" You whined as you finally released on Aizawa's dick, rolling your hips greedily to get some more friction on your puffy clit. Shouta chuckled, hearing you fucked dumb on his cock. His daughter had become his own personal cockwhore. Weren't fathers supposed to set a good example for their children?

"That's it, kitten, give it to me. W-who's pussy is this?" Aizawa gruffed as his own high neared, becoming unable to take your tight pussy milking his cock within an inch of his life. His thrusts deepened as he continued to relentlessly pound you, making you cling to him like he was your lifeline.

"Y-yours daddy! I'm all yours, fuck, fuck fuck! Wanna make you cum so bad, please," you chanted like you were in a confessional. What a lovesick slut you were confessing your love to your step dad as he fucked up into your sloppy cunny.

"S-shit, good girl. Such a good little girl for me. Go on, tell your daddy where you want his cum," he stuttered. His thrusts started to slow as you felt his dick throb inside you. You mindlessly screamed from overstimulation as your eyes began to cross, your tongue passing past your pretty lips as your hips rocked on your father's pelvis. You couldn't even think.

"Cum on my ass, p-please I need it so bad, daddy! Please cum for me!" you begged. And within seconds of your request, your step dad pulled out of you and jerked off onto your ass, spilling his thick cum all over your ass and lower back. His low moans and grunts filled your ears as you continued to rest your head on his chest, weak and unable to move or raise up. Shouta Aizawa had fucked you dumb.

"How do you feel, Princess," Aizawa asked as he drew little shapes on your upper back, smoothing his large hands over the back of your neck. "You're finally a woman now. And a beautiful one, at that." His words seemed to selectively reach your ears, almost unable to comprehend a word of English. You were speechless as your mind slowly run rampant over all the things your daddy has taught you in just under 2 months. He had given and taken so much from you, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Your daddy has always been good with his hands.

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 © 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

Hello again, Miss. You are too kind to me, my Miss. Thank you very much♡ I absolutely understand, if you don't like my request and you refuse it. It's totally fine♡ And, I apologize, if my English will cause you inconvenience in reading and understanding👉👈 And, oh my God, yes. Zawa is the best of the best.

Can I, please, have dilf stepdaddy Zawa, who took me away from my biological mother to himself? Something like:

Shota Aizawa has been dating your mother for several years. He often comes to your house, stays there overnight, and in general, he is, practically, already a member of your family, just not officially. He helps with cleaning, cooking and all sorts of household chores. If you or your mother need something - he will buy and bring it, if you need to be taken somewhere - he will do it. He always helps you both. All in all, he's an amazing person. Yes, with his own oddities, but he's good. And he takes care of you. He loves you, you're his daughter, after all. He really loves you.

Returning home, Shota felt strange tingling in the chest area. Apparently it's old age. Opening the front door, the man heard loud screams from your room. But it wasn't you who screamed. It was his new wife, your mother. He dropped everything and walked briskly towards the source of the noise. - "I wish you'd never been born at all! A daughter like you, is a real torture and torment! I've invested so much in you, and you're so useless and pathetic, like a worm! I gave birth to you in order for you to take care of me, not me for you! Oh, my God, how I wish I had different child. A normal daughter, not you! Unlike you, I don't take a bunch of expensive, useless pills, to interact with people and get out of bed! You're useless! Pathetic! Weak! I'm so disappointed in you, milksop! I wish so much, that you were never born at al..." "That's enough!" - Aizawa has heard enough. He managed to cover you with himself, so the hit fell on his shoulder. You just stood there silently, and accepted it all, with a detached look. The man hid you behind his back, looking disappointed at his wife. He tried to speak in an even voice. Aizawa has been guessing about this for a long time. He had guessed this, since the first day he came to this house. But he really hoped he was wrong. The conversation is over. You and he are leaving. Tomorrow Shota will come for your things and file for divorce. And if necessary, he will sue you from her! And he doesn't care that you're over 20! You're his baby girl!

A man has always liked, that you are so calm and collected, shy. Maybe you're a little apathetic, but he thought, it was just your nature. How could he have been so wrong. How could he have missed it. He'll take you to his house and never let you go anywhere again. In the beginning, Aizawa wanted you both to move in with him, after the wedding, but he let go of the idea, because he was afraid it would make you even more nervous. While you were silently driving to your new home, Aizawa was thinking about, what sincere care you showed to your mother. How you, at their wedding, made him promise, that he would make your mother happy, because she deserves it.

"How long has she been doing this?" - You were silent for a long time. - "Y/n, please. Tell me, baby." "As long as I can remember. Come on, it wasn't that bad today. Before you started dating, it was worse. So, I got lucky today. It is fine." - You shouldn't smile, when you tell him that.

Aizawa hugged you all night. He kept you as close to him, as he could. He was thinking about how the two of you were choosing a ring for your mama. About the wedding. About all those moments, that he missed. That he allowed such a thing, did not intervene earlier. And then, when you finally hugged him back and buried your nose in his neck, all the suppressed emotions and memories came flooding back to him. When he first saw you, his heart skipped a beat. When you first smiled at him, his stomach warmed up. Once, while making love to your mother, he almost said your name. Since then, he hasn't touched her. He recalled, that he fantasized, that he was choosing a ring for you. He remembered, that he looked at you, when he was on one knee in front of your mother. On the one hand, Aizawa was thankful, that you are not friends and do not date boys. You're too innocent and pure for these dirty hands. He wasn't sure, he would be able to contain his jealousy, if you brought someone. On the other hand, it's damn hard for him to keep his hands to himself around you. You are the most valuable thing he has in this world. He loves you, very much. You were made for him. Made for him to take care of you, love you, be with you. He will be the first and only one in your life.

"Daddy loves you, baby girl. Loves more than anything in the world. Daddy will never let you go. Daddy will never hurt you and won't let anyone hurt you. She won't hurt you again, ever. No one dare. You're safe with Daddy. Daddy will make you as happy, as you deserve, baby girl. Daddy will make sure, that you feel safe, that you feel calm and comfortable. That you feel loved and desired. Of course, love, Daddy knows, that you love him too. You make Daddy so happy. Please, be a good girl and kiss Daddy again. Daddy loves you too. Just relax and let Daddy fix it. Let Daddy take care of you. Daddy knows, what to do, to make you feel better."

Please forgive me, if this is too much..! Thank you for your time. Don't forget to take care of yourself❤

Yours To Take ➻❥ Stepdad!Dilf! Aizawa X Stepdaughter!Female! Reader

Warnings: Dark content, smut, stepcest, broken family, angst, male mastrubation, mega daddy issues, mentions of abuse, dubcon, age gap, mind manipulation, daddy kink, pet names, fondling leading up to sex

A/N: Ouchie- when I first read this I was blown away. Anon... this is simply genius. Wickedly sweet and brain rottingly genius. I feel like your elaboration covers the plot really well and I honestly don't have anything better to add, lol. But I'll put my 2 cents in and throw in some nice smut with Stepdaddy!Dilf! Aizawa :3 This is kinda long but I wanted to contribute to this beautiful idea of yours. Hope you enjoy dear <3

Also I lied, this is way more than I anticipated writing. I didn't write all that I wanted but if you or anyone else wants me to write more of this, I'll write a Part 2!

NO MINORS PLS

It had been a month since your step father and biological mother had legally separated, and only a couple weeks since you and he had moved to a new area of Tokyo.

The two of you had settled into a nice, lavish apartment amongst yourselves, and were able to easily afford it thanks to your father's retirement money he earned in 20 years of professional hero work. Shouta Aizawa was no foreigner to money and a well-off lifestyle as a pro hero, even in his era of retirement and at the ripe age of 40. This sudden move came about with the abuse you faced from your mother, finally brought to light and cut off with the intervention from your step dad. He hadn't seen the worst of it, but he had seen enough to decide that you were done hurting.

After finally finishing up with unpacking and decorating your new place, your mind finally fell into a space of ease and comfort. You had hoped this was a new start in your life, though the transition won't be easy. Some part of you missed your mom, though another despised her and her hateful nature toward you. The love she supposedly had for you in your childhood had suddenly vanished once you turned 18, replaced with disgust as she saw her little girl "change".

She also didn't like how close you became to your new step father. At that same time, she had met and started dating him. This was around 4 years ago, and you were now 22 years old. You loved and adored your step father, not having known your biological father well and honestly didn't care to. Maybe the lack of a father figure for 16 years made you stir crazy for some male acknowledgment and affection, but it seemed like you always felt some sort of burning ache for your step daddy to tend to you and your needs, even in adulthood. He just made you feel better, made all the hurt go away.

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It was a Saturday evening that would soon embark on nighttime. You were in your bedroom in your shared luxury apartment reading manga and chatting away on your phone with your friends, assuring them that this move was for the best and that you'd be OK. The low twinkle of your fairy lights strung on your walls provided enough light for you to read, yet the bright ass light from your phone strained your eyes, leaving you no choice but to take eye breaks and constantly rub them from the irritation.

Knowing your step daddy would have some eye drops on hand, you texted your friends and told them you'd be taking a quick break as you plugged your phone up on your nightstand and left your bedroom to search for your father. The apartment was dark, with the only light sources coming from multiple lit candles along the counters, warm lamps in the living room and the illuminated glow of the city from outside the large windows.

Around this time, he would be watching the news, his fav soap operas or tv shows or keeping you company. He was never far away from you, always hovering over you, glued to your side. But today he seemed... farther away than usual. He was distant and kept his interactions with you brief and direct. His hands were pinned to his sides, almost reluctant to give into the hug you gave him earlier today. Was he ok?

"Dad, you alright?" You sing-songingly called as you roamed the square footage of the apartment. You check the living space, kitchen, wash area and small home office he was sometimes in yet no one was there. You rarely go into his bedroom due to privacy but you figured he would keep his eye drops there on his nightstand or on the bathroom counter.

You crept your way into Aizawa's bedroom, minimalistic at best, and found that he wasn't in bed. Light softly peaked from under the door that lead into the bathroom. You heard water running and reasoned that he was in the shower. Your eyes continued to burn and itch, a sign they were dry and needed some sort of relief. You called to your father again, desperate for his answer.

"Hey dad, can you please tell me where your eye drops are? I really need some." No answer. The shower water continued to run and tears began to fall out of the corners of your eyes. You wiped them and fanned your face and decided to be patient, not wanting to anger your dad in his privacy. As you waited, your ears picked up a faint rhythm coming from inside the bathroom.

You listened intently as you sat on Shouta's bed, the same bed you two would watch movies together in, the same bed you would sleep with him in whenever you felt lonely on the other side of the apartment, the same bed you could've sworn you felt large hands gliding over your pliant body in the middle of the night. You offered silence in order to pick up on the sound better. The rhythm picked up pace, becoming louder and heavier, like a slapping sound.

You then heard muffled groans, strained and almost painful. Curses slipped out from the deep voice inside as strangled chokes and grunts coupled the slapping rhythm. You slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door, putting your ear against it to listen even closer. That's when the door slightly gave way and creaked open just a smidge.

You quietly gasped and moved back now that the door was partially open. The noises you were hearing sounded like exactly what you were thinking but hoped that you were wrong. You peaked through the crack of the door, greated by initial foggy mist from the hot shower. As it cleared, you had a front seat view of your step dad in the shower jerking himself off against the shower wall.

Your breath shuddered as you couldn't believe what you were seeing. His moans were heavy with lust and filthy desires, deep and low groans and grunts that were animalistic and possessive. Your eyes raked over his muscled form, from the top of his head to his feet that were unstable from his shaking legs. You had always believed your step daddy was attractive, had rugged and admirable looks surely no one your age could fall for. Yet here you were, watching your daddy pump his thick cock in the shower to the thought of what, exactly?

His eyes were tightly shut as his large hand glided up and down his shaft, making obnoxiously loud slick noises. He bucked his hips as his ebony locks of hair fell beautifully over his face, panting desperately as he whined and moaned in pleasure.

"For f-fucks sake, y/n, why do you do this to me?" He choked as his strokes became irregular. You gulped and clapped your hand over your mouth after you heard your father moan your name in pure ecstasy. You didn't deny the way your thighs were pinned to each other to fight the arousal dripping from your quivering pussy. Your panties were soaked already, and it had only been 3 minutes since you entered the bedroom.

Your step dad had been avoiding you all day to prevent himself from pinning you to any nearby surface and fucking your lights out immodestly. He tried to convince himself that he was a good father, made an oath to never touch you without you wanting, never using you for his selfish needs. But you left him no choice when you prettily exposed yourself to him out of innocence and not knowing his true intentions.

"So fuckin' pretty for me, baby. So-fuck-beautiful," he stuttered as his hand gripped the tip of his dick as his thick load shot onto the shower floor. He came with stifled moans and grunts that made the knot in your stomach pinch tighter. Your own breathing shuddered as you continued to watch your daddy cum for you, because of you. You rubbed your legs together and cursed yourself to hell for intruding, but you couldn't help that he was so sexy.

He rinsed himself off and opened the shower door, wrapping a towel around his waist to intently walk into the bedroom. You fell away from the door yet still made your presence known, if not known before. You moved to the edge of the bed and pretended to face the wall, showing interest in the very few things on his tv stand. The bathroom door opened fully as Aizawa's large frame took up the doorframe. His eyes grew wide and his face flushed a deep shade of peach once he saw you standing in his room, trembling.

"D-dad, I need t-" you stammered as Aizawa cut you off. "Y/n, I'm... so sorry." He dropped his head and put his hands on his hips. You slowly turned around to face him, with the eye drops at the forefront of your mind but not forgetting the awkward situation at hand. Your heart was hammering in your chest, rattling against your rib cage as your gaze met your father's once more. You instinctively bit your lip and sucked on it, mustering up the courage to refocus the conversation on the eye drops.

"I-it's ok. I came to tell you that I need to borrow your eyedrops, my eyes are extremely dry and itchy." Your timid hands fidgeted as you peered at Shouta through your lashes. You waited for him to answer but you felt his heavy gaze on you. He was glaring at you, the same intimidating stare he had become notorious for in the hero-villain world. With furrowed brows and a deep sigh, he turned around and paced into the bathroom, retrieving his eyedrops from the counter.

He returned and held out his hand to give it to you. For some reason you hesitated, letting your eyes linger at your step dad's pelvis and sharp hip bones, decorated with a dark happy trail of hair. He was so beautiful.

Shouta cleared his throat and chuckled, noticing your stares. You blinked and took the eyedrops from him, thanking him as you began to unscrew the cap. You thought and realized that you weren't that good at administering your own eyedrops, a disgruntled look on your face that didn't go unnoticed to Aizawa.

"Need some help," he piped up. You nodded your head as you handed the bottle back to him. He smirked and nodded back to you as he spoke. "Here, lay down straight on the bed and relax. I'll help you drop them into your eyes." You obeyed and let your feet carry you to the side of the bed. You layed down evenly as you stared at the ceiling, awaiting your dad to drop the soothing medicine in your eyes.

"Now, I'm gonna need you to hold still for me sweetheart, alright?" He lovingly cooed. The nickname made your heart skip a beat. His voice was engraved in your ears and in your mind, that same voice that often guided you to cum every night on your own. Your imagination was a strong one.

"Yeah, ok dad. Make sure they go in all the way." Shouta lightly laughed and assured you were in good hands. His large frame leaned over you as he held the dropper over your eye. Your eyes were shut, almost afraid to look at him again. "Open those pretty eyes, baby." On command your eyes flew open, met with the chiseled face of your step dad. His hair still covered most of it, yet his dark eyes found their way to yours. Heat rushed to your cheeks and the two of you stared at each other, lovingly. He counted to three and was able to drop the medicine in both eyes. You blinked repeatedly to ensure they were in and effective.

"Alright, that should do it," he affirmed. You still lay in the bed almost in a state of shock. You had so many emotions and feelings right now that your body felt like it was ignited in flames. The heat between your legs only grew as you continued to gawk at your step dad, shifting your thighs together while being unable to hold back a small whine. Of course, your dad heard and saw it all.

"Something wrong, princess?" Your eyes never left his strong form, glistening from the shower water from earlier. His chest was decorated in scars and dark, curly chest hair. God, he was so fine it made you ache in pain, and you wanted him to do something about it. Equally, he wanted to help you ease this ache of yours, wanted it just as much if not more than you did. He couldn't help but feel pity for you with all those nights of hearing you moan and mewl for him as you made yourself cum the same way, each and every time. That's how safe you felt with him, to the point where he invaded your psyche and took care of you in ways no good father ever should.

"Need you, daddy. Wan' you so bad, fuck~" you hissed as you continued to shift your legs on the bed. You bit the tip of your index finger and bat your lashes oh so beautifully up at Aizawa, who was towering over you with the same damp towel around his waist, the same towel that wasn't doing a very good job with hiding the growing print of his dick against his thigh.

"Fuck~ you know you make it so hard to be a responsible father, y/n," he groaned. "Don't care, want you to help me, please. Take me." That last plea lit something in him that had been wanting to burn for so long. Your pussy throbbed at the way your stepdad's eyes hungrily devoured you, all wet and sticky all because of him, with his now not-so-secret desires to corrupt his sweet stepdaughter.

"Beg," he purred deviously, leaning down to latch his mouth onto your throat, nipping at it so sensually. You shakily breathed in as your eyes threatened to roll right out of your skull. "Fuckkkk daddy~" you whined. "Please take me. Wanna be yours~" This confession made his mind grow hazy, as he bit down with small force on your jugular, making you moan in pain and pleasure.

"Atta girl," he groaned as his calloused hands made their way to your body. He threw his leg over your body, straddling you as he loomed over your aching frame. How pathetic you looked withering under him, trembling when he touched you, melting into his touch, aching for him to show you even the slightest bit of attention had you soaking wet in minutes.

The towel around his waist draped away from Shouta's deeply cut hips, revealing his thick cock leaking precum just from hearing his pretty stepdaughter beg for him like a needy whore. His hands groped your swollen tits that threatened to spill from your low cut tank top. His skilled tongue licked behind your ear, making you cry out for him. You couldn't take his teasing anymore, all you could think about was how fucked out and dumb you would be once your daddy sat you on his cock. The cheap act the two of you were about to commit was beyond naughty, but outright wrong.

Not that either of you cared. He had been aching for so long to touch you like this, to claim you as his. Now with your nasty mother out of the picture, his fantasy and ideal life was becoming a reality. You would be his to finally take, only his with the intention of having you all to himself for the rest of your life. All the ways he would have you cum for him were a clouded blob in his mind as he grunted and panted in your ear, thrusting his dick up against your thighs. And he knew it would be 100x better to enjoy your pretty little pussy cumming on his dick knowing that you wanted him just as bad.

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 © 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

Hot Sauce (M)

Series: hiatus

Preview: “Why don’t you just fuck all his friends? If he really was that heart broken over you moving away back then, he’ll go mental.” your friend suggests. You stare into the screen, swiveling back and forth in your computer chair.

“Have you seen his friends? That would be too easy..” you smirk to yourself toying with the idea.

Pairing: NCT Dream 00’ line x female reader

Genre: step brother Jeno AU, Jeno-centric, enemies to fucking, pwp(emphasis on both Ps), explicit smut, toxic relationships, cheating, multiple partners, hate fucking, crack, end game….?

Warnings: Jeno’s very mean- very, name calling, dubious consent, explicit language, smut warnings added in each part

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Part 3 | Part 4 | Deeply Dip That |

Can You Handle It?

Drabbles:

Heartbeat | Maybe We Should

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Lipstick (M)

Preview: “Shit, you have Haechan today..” your coworkers lips pull back in grimace. Scanning your choice in outfit. “..bad day to wear such a short skirt.”

She throws you a hopeless shrug, moving to set up her area. Your anxiety rising at rapid speed as the idol in question enters the dressing room. Dawning his usual rolled out of bed look. Messy hair pointing all types of directions. He plops into his assigned seat tapping at his phone with lack of intrigue.

Clearing your throat as you approach with a bow, Haechan’s face lights up in an instance. Giving you a head to toe look over with a lifted brow.

“You’re doing my makeup today noona?” Haechan grins. Biting down on his lip eyeing your exposed thighs. “Must be my lucky day.”

Pairing: idol Haechan x mua female reader

Word Count: 3.6k+

Genre: one shot, pwop, heavy dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), ..filth, idolverse, explicit language, M/F, mean dom Haechan, age difference(unspecified)

Smut Warning: use of ‘noona’, misuse of a lollipop, fingering, teasing, power imbalance, manhandling, rimming(M receiving), oral, breeding

“I did Jaemin’s makeup yesterday. His skin was like silk I swear.” Your coworker reads through the list hung at the front of the dressing room. “Hope I get him again, think he was kind of flirting with me.”

Scoffing, you move to stand near her. Skimming over the names in search of yours. “You really shouldn’t be encouraging any of the boys when they act like that you know..”

She goes on ignoring you, silently rejoicing because she once again has Jaemin in her seat. Her throat clears, sparing you a pitiful look.

“Shit, you have Haechan today..” your coworkers lips pull back in grimace. Scanning your choice in outfit. “..bad day to wear such a short skirt.”

She throws you a hopeless shrug moving to set up her area. Your anxiety rising at rapid speed as the idol in question enters the dressing room. Dawning his usual rolled out of bed look. Messy hair pointing all types of directions. He plops into his assigned seat tapping at his phone with lack of intrigue.

Clearing your throat as you approach with a bow, Haechan’s face lights up in an instance. Giving you a head to toe look over with a lifted brow.

“You’re doing my makeup today noona?” Haechan grins. Biting down on his lip eyeing your exposed thighs. “Must be my lucky day.”

Keeping your eyes low, you respond with a respectful nod. The crinkle of candy wrapping paper tickles your ears. Haechan’s round eyes feel like holes burning down your back.

Your hands tremble recalling the last time you had to work on the idol. Dropping your brushes as you sanitize them properly. Too curious and disrespectful for his own good. His confidence bordered terrifying, a simple look saying enough. He was bold, never intimidated by your age difference. The first to tell you he’d make you his someday, whether you liked it or not.

The fingertips brushing along the backs of your knees should come as no surprise. Haechan meeting your wide fearful eyes in the mirror. A shit eating smile wrapped around a round red lollipop. He continues on, shoving his lips out in a ‘shh’ behind the sucker.

You turn with a snap casually brushing him off. Aware that everyone is too busy to take notice of anything the two of you may be doing. Leaving you more vulnerable and anxious. Haechan knew how to always get his way.

“I started requesting you.” His brow lifts, cupping the back of one of your knees. Soothing circles with his thumb on your inner thigh. “You leave me the prettiest noona. Never cover up my beauty marks. Make my eyes stand out.”

Charming. Haechan’s a charmer, slick with the way he flatters you. Observing you long enough to find your weakness. He knew your job meant everything to you. Figuring out the best tactic to make you pray to him like a God would be with threats. Loving the way you gulped when you caught him staring at you from across the room. His heart racing whenever he heard you begging the other makeup artists to switch with you for the day.

The torment drove him crazy. Placing a fear in his noona felt different from fucking with someone his age. Allured that someone older he should be showing respect to would willingly do anything for him. Of course you would. One mention of ruining your career and you’d be his to destroy.

“Oh that’s..” you hesitate while applying skin tint over the pinker areas on his face. Avoiding contact with the adoring glittering eyes gazing up. Haechan admiring the way you look today, wondering if any of that was simply to catch his eye. It was no secret to anyone how fond he was of you. “..Thank you.”

“Thank you?” He smiles softly. His cheeks rounding cutely returning his features to that of a young man. Nothing conniving about the way his eyes softened as he asked- “You want to know how you can really thank me noona?”

His palm sweeps up the back of your thigh. Your legs clench shut in reaction. Muttering a ‘no’ under your breath. Haechan nods, spinning the lollipop between his lips with his other hand.

“Why do you say ‘no’ when just being near me has you this wet?” He mocks you, shoving two fingers between the backs of your inner thighs. Tapping along the fabric at your entrance. Embarrassed by the truth.

Haechan was too scary. Thrilling you in ways you couldn’t explain to yourself. His desire for you carrying a strong enough aura. Butterfly wings patter inside your stomach. Gag worthy as they flutter rapidly. His presence affecting you to a hindering point.

“Don’t..please..not here.” You whisper. Bending at your hips to smoke out his lash line. Haechan exposes the inside of his mouth, rolling the sucker around the middle of his tongue. A temptress up to do anything to have you pulling out your hair.

“You scared someone will see?” Haechan nods to the left. Jeno meets your gaze, glancing over as his skin gets covered in powder. “They’re already watching noona.”

Jeno’s eyes trail down studying the flex in Haechan’s forearm. Long fingers sneak their way inside of your underwear. Smearing the wetness between your folds. Teeth clamp together holding back any sounds.

“You gonna tell on me? Look at Jeno, he doesn’t care. He won’t help you noona.” Haechan provokes you further. Pushing two fingertips against your entrance.

“Haechan..” you whimper. Flittering a look around the room. Everyone seeming busy, too caught up in their own duties.

“Scream and I’ll get you fired.” Haechan jeers. Blowing you a kiss behind the lollipop. He’s quick to pull your panties to one side. Throwing a glance around before leaning in closer. His other hand shoots between your thighs. Inserting the small sticky sucker between your folds. The candy resting right at your hole.

“N-no..!” You blurt out, covering your mouth. Underwear snapped back into place. Haechan settling back into his seat before anyone notices your dramatic reaction.

Palms come to rest behind his head, licking sweet residue off his mouth. His brows lifting, soaking in the despair crossing your features. “We done here?”

Haechan stands, shaking off his shirt. Checking out the work you’ve done on his face. “Beautiful as always.”

His foot lifts, fooling you into thinking this is it. No more, he’s finally done. Stiffening up as he wraps around your elbow. Biting out a whisper near your ear.

“Don’t even think about taking that out.”

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You’re pacing near the side of the stage behind a curtain used to hide any extra staff. The boys running back and forth for touch-ups between songs.

Haechan played it distant, keeping his eyes averted as you blotted droplets of sweat from his cheeks. Fluffing his bangs back up as his gaze lowered. It was practically as if nothing back in the dressing room had taken place. If not for the reminder nestled up inside of you.

You couldn’t control your nerves. Chewing your nails down to your skin as the clock ticked by. Each second passing by felt like hell. Adjusting your brush belt into different positions as a distraction. Fearfully reading the last song on the setlist over and over. Hello Future came to an end dropping your heart down to your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes for a moment. Asking yourself why you were so scared? What was Haechan planning? What could he really do anyway..

It felt like doomsday as he walked in, finally staring right at you. Glare seemingly giving away nothing as he made his way up to you.

“Noona.” Haechan smiles, displaying a small row of child-like teeth. An innocence swirling in his tone, as if he’s about to beg you to buy him his favorite meal. His hands wrap around your bicep, long fingers cold to the touch. “Will you help me take off my makeup?”

His eyes glitter under the backstage lights. Skin glowing with a gleam of drying sweat. The collar of his button up more dampened, soaking up his efforts on stage.

“Yea…I..o-of course..” you swallow, stuttering an answer. The other members walk past, curiously eyeing the two of you standing there. Jeno blows an airy whistle as he passes, sliced brow lifting suggestively. “Uhm..”

Your hands scatter opening up a pouch on your belt for cotton rounds and heavy duty cosmetic remover. Haechan inches in closer, breathing down the center of your face. Eyeliner coated eyelids lower half-way, gazing down with hidden intentions.

“We’re in the way.” He mumbles lowly. The vibrato in his tone comes out shaky, raspier than usual. Vocal cords tight after belting high notes out on stage.

“Hu-..” Haechan steps into your space, forcing you to collide back against a door. Flimsy wood vibrates behind you, making you feel even smaller as he crowds against you.

Haechan reaches for the door knob near your hip, circling your waist as he does. Too close as he instructs you to step inside the closet filled with cleaning supplies. A strong scent of ammonia and soap tickles your nose, sending your head shaking.

“We s-should…go back. Dressing r-room..” you stammer. Pushing your chest up to prevent him from making you move in. The heel of your foot catching on the short border separating floor from door.

“We need privacy, noona.” Haechan’s low rasp adds to the serious tone he’s fallen into. His eyes stay low, cheeks deflated. No longer appearing like your cute younger friend.

“H-haechan…n-no….please….lets go back..” your eyes water up, trying to bargain. A weak attempt to get your way. Hoping he’ll let this go and move on to someone else.

“How am I supposed to get my candy back? Would you rather people walk by and watch? Is that what you like?” He questions. Palm flattening on your chest pushing you to stumble back into the closet.

He shuts the door, met with your frantic speed. Shoving into him to grab at the handle, making him laugh at you. Further mocking you for even trying.

Haechan fists your hair into a ball, jerking your neck back. The tears springing to your eyes spurt free. Shaking against his strong hold, resorting to begging.

“Please please!” You grovel, sniffling and squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t..d-don’t do this to me! Please, I'll do anything! P-please!!”

Haechan’s lip curls up, drawing your turned up face closer. He whispers, hissing against your chin- “Would you risk your job?”

“W-what?…what….what do you m-mean??” You whine, crying harder. Knees squirm together feeling the lollipop slip around inside of you. Terrified the candy could actually enter you.

“You know what the fuck I mean.” Haechan grunts, applying pressure on the backs of your legs. You have to bite back a shout as you land on the hard floor.

The clink of his belt buckle has you shooting up straight. Removing the leather strap around his hips with one hand while he keeps you down with another on your shoulder.

You swallow down thickly eyeing his hardened size come into view. Haechan wiggling his pants down quickly, hanging around his knees. Belt dropping to the floor ominously. Clutching the sides of your face Haechan forces you forward, prodding the tip of his length at your lips.

“You know what happens if you don’t open up for me noona. Really think I’ll let you walk out of here with a job still?” Haechan squeezes your face together. Mouth parting open, cheeks gathering under your eyes.

A rush of excitement passes from his spine to balls. Giant water droplets drop down your cheeks landing between his fingers. Glossy eyes already fucked out, handing him the power to do anything he wants.

His cock can barely pass through, teeth scraping along the skin. Slowly thrusting inside until your jaw relaxes. Cupping the back of your head, Haechan starts fucking your mouth with vigor. Bending his knees for extra gain. Turning you into a messy drooling slop. Shedding tears at a rapid speed, gagging around the meat filling your throat.

“H-h-hae..” you try to speak, choking around his cock. Haechan only building up a faster needier pace. Rushing his desperation to cum. Rub his seed all over your face while you cry and plead for him to stop.

The sounds of voices come from outside, leather toed feet stepping in a group through the hallway. Your eyes widen, gagging harder around Haechan’s length with his hips pressing forward.

“Haechan!” A voice booms out near the door. Renjun, that sounded like Renjun. Haechan grunts, rolling his hips down. Coughing harder as the tip of his cock bounces your tonsils.

“Did you hear that?” Jaemin ask’s, sounding even closer. Haechan pops his size free smearing around the saliva pouring from your lips. You’re just about to squeal before Haechan hoists up a leg. Propped on the wall shoving your face between the crevice of his ass.

“Don’t make a fucking sound.” He groans. Rubbing his rim on your lips. You turn at the sound of the door handle. Jeno meets your eyes again, just like before. A second of shock has his mouth gaped, shutting quickly. Mumbling something about ‘found him’ before shooting you a wink and shutting the door.

“Told you, no one’s gonna help you.” Haechan grips your hair pushing down weight on your face harder. Suffocating between his ass until you’re lapping the hole up. Heavy balls drag back and forth over your nose. His mewls growing louder the faster he fucks against your tongue. Dick bouncing, slapping the bottom of his shirt. “Ah, noona. Love how that tastes, don’t you?”

Your head nods by force, staring up above through blurred eyes. Haechan’s leg drops over your shoulder, squishing your head between large bare thighs. Tongue thrusting in and out, choking and gasping. His jaw drops open, jerking on your chin, taking in reddened strained eyes looking back at him. Cock slapping on his stomach one more time shooting out ropes of cum high enough to land on his chest.

“Fuck..” Haechan’s eyes roll, throat scratching out moans. Squeezing your face between his thighs through his release, he holds on to the wall behind you. Moving out to drag you up by your hair. “Look at this fucking mess you made. You know I can’t get my stage outfits dirty. They’re more expensive than you could ever afford with this job.”

Fingers pull your jaw open, dragging you toward his chest. “Clean it up.”

“Please!” Haechan’s eyes roll in response to your begging. He pulls on the end of your tongue, smirking as you have no choice but to lap up the fresh cum painted on his shirt.

Your eyes wrinkle shut, licking up everything. Chest thumping loudly the higher you clean. The last area right on his chest. Haechan watching you with a sick smile spread on his face. Sucking the fabric of his shirt right on his nipple. Making him groan, his legs trembling in response.

“My turn.” With a lift of his brows, he scoops you by the waist. Spinning around and laying you back on the ground

“Haechan, not here please! I’ll go to your hotel room, I’ll….I’ll..” you start to whine. Haechan picking your ass up off the floor. Throwing your thighs up high enough. Cupping his biceps around them. His small button-like nose brushes between your covered folds deeply inhaling.

“Leaked right through your panties. Were you thinking about me noona? How I’d devour you, leave no crumb behind.” Haechan’s lip lifts at one corner. Arrogance rising, imagining you squirming in anticipation. Embarrassing yourself, having to squeeze your thighs together to keep in the wetness from sopping through.

It was your own fault, teasing him, prancing around dressed like a little whore. Wiggling your ass in his face whenever you’d work on him. How could he not be obsessed?

Haechan bites the meat of your thigh, sinking in his teeth roughly. Yanking your panties off to your knees. Eyes lighting up with hunger. Fat pussy lips wrap around his lollipop making it look even sweeter. Freeing one of your legs, Haechan shoves your thighs back. Mouth covering your cunt, tonguing the sucker against your entrance. Growling between your thighs in a high pitch.

“So good noona. You taste better than anyone. Taste like my fucking wet dreams.” His eyes roll around. Lustful gaze stuck on your core. Slurping up the liquid of tasty candy that's melded with your essence. Filthy sounds drinking up your flavor.

“Haechan…” you cry. The lollipop returned between his plump lips. A vulgar image before you of Haechan’s slick covered face. Mouth wrapped around the stick of candy. Sucking and spinning the treat around. Hazily staring down, cock thrumming harder over your wrecked appearance.

Mascara tracks down your cheeks like waterfalls of black. Eyeshadow smeared up to your brows. Cover-up mostly washed off in a mix of spit and sweat. His favorite part, your swollen dick sucking lips. Red color blending out making your mouth look even more fuckable. Tempted to crawl down your torso and rub his balls all over your face. Leave with the aftermath of your pretty face painted on his privates.

“Please…please fuck me..” you whimper. Rolling your hips up to lure him in. Haechan bites down on his lollipop. Spitting out the stick with a smirk. He’d always have his way. Positioning your thighs together he rolls you over. Slapping your ass as he gets you on all fours. Remembering his thrown aside belt, he picks it back up.

A loud crackle whip-like sound breaks through the small room. Snapping the belt together to scare you even more. He throws it around your face, pulling back until you're screaming against the leather. Fists circling the belt to keep you arched. Waist dipping in sinfully accentuating your ass. Inner thighs shine with wetness leading up to your pulsing cunt.

He crawls closer on his knees, poking the tip of his length to your entrance. Laughing and pulling on his belt as you squeeze out a glop of slickness. Turned on beyond belief, your body begging to get ran through.

“H-hae..c-chan..” you stutter around the leather constraining your mouth. Spit spilling freely from your lips. Chest, neck, chin, the floor beneath you all coated in your bodily fluids.

Haechan fills you up with one thrust. Fucking you the way he knows you like best.

“My sweet innocent noona.” He moans. Sweet vocals sing past your ears. His tone raising with the force in his thrusts. Fucking you with his entire body. Hips fiercely throttle into your ass making you bounce back. Fleshy bottom smacking loudly between his pretty whines. “Slutty pretty noona. Taking care of me, always making me want more.”

You nod, doing your best to make your agreement clear. Of course you’d do anything he asked of you. Dick-drunk like nothing but a cocksleeve waiting to be spread be open. The younger taking everything from you with each slam of his hips. Cock ramming deep inside of you, pulsing along your walls. Stretching your cunt to the limit.

His thrusts turn erratic. Beating down on your ass roughly with each snap. Orgasm teasing him, swelling up in his sack. Adjusting his belt into one hand, he yanks your head back even more. Neck cracking, stretched all the way back. Screaming and moaning like a bitch in heat.

“F-fuck!” You manage to cough out. Choking on the saliva sitting at the back of your tongue. Haechan’s free hand slinks down. Pinching your clit aggressively, rolling you back and forth with quick speed.

Your waist convulses, clamping down on his cock. Thrust paused, gritting his teeth as your climax hits. Pussy wrapping around him too tight, near impossible to continue fucking you. With another jerk at his belt he pummels past your orgasm.

“So fucking good noona. Love fucking this pussy.” He spits between clenched teeth. “Stuff you full of cum, fuck a baby into you. Leave you no choice but to stop working. Useless, nothing but my pretty whore to fuck.”

Haechan stills behind you blowing another load of cum. This time deep inside your cunt, making you choke out struggled screams. Biting at the leather belt hard enough to make your gums ache.

His weight pushes you down painfully. Your stomach cooling on the cold cement like floor. Cheek smashing deeper into the ground, grunting while Haechan moans in utmost pleasure. Hip bones rub your sore beaten ass. Savoring each drop of cum hitting your insides.

“Fuck. Amazing. Exactly what I always dreamt of.” He sighs into your shoulder blade. Slowly picking himself up spreading his palms over your ass. Haechan starts sliding you off, groaning as more of his cock slips free. Shining in your wetness, already tempted to avoid washing his dick off for the rest of the week.

He rolls your fucked out body over, smirking at the sight of belt indentations decorating your cheeks. Drool and tears all over breaking a sick satisfaction of victory throughout his chest. Unraveling your underwear, he pushes them back up your thighs. Securing you snuggly back into them, enough to squeeze your ass out from pulling them up too high.

You hiss at the contact of fabric pressed on your raw abused cunt. Haechan making it worse with a succession of slaps landing between your thighs. Obscene sounds of gushing wet fabric clap through the small disgusting closet. Digging the end of his palm into your clit, Haechan shoots you a smirk. Proud of himself for finally turning you into his personal fucktoy.

He dips a finger between your sensitive folds. Pushing the drenched cloth inside, forcing out obscene sounds of wetness. “You’re mine to fuck and breed whenever I want now noona.”

Leaning down, his pouted lips trace over your swollen pussy. Planting a firm kiss on your clit. Looking drugged out as he sits up straight. Mouth glossy with remnants of his own cum. Staring between your thighs like a pleased madman- “Daddy will come back for you babies.”

It’s Yours (M)

Preview: “One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

Pairing: snake hybrid Jeno x female rabbit hybrid reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: predator/prey AU, “it’s too big” x2, Jeno can’t get laid, some crack, pwp, M/F, idiots to…?, one shot

Smut Warning: two dicks: one snake hybrid, a lengthy split tongue, oral(F receiving), use of snake venom, double penetration, bulging, breeding

When Jeno says he’ll swoop by later to pick you up the last thing you expect is to end up huddled together in a corner the majority of the night.

“You don’t have to stay by my side the whole time you know?” Jeno mutters, disrupting the calm silence you’ve fallen into. Bopping near him to the sounds of top 40 beats thrumming through the walls.

“I know! But we should try to have fun.” You jerk one his arms playfully hoping to receive his charming well recognized eye-smile.

Jeno lets out a drawn out dramatic sigh instead. Cracking his neck side to side to further display exhaustion. “It’s been such a long week.”

“You never told me how your date with that deer girl went last weekend!” Continuing to badger him, you hop on the balls of your feet enthusiastically. Slapping Jeno’s bulging bicep to wake him from his lazy state.

“God, don’t ask.” Jeno grunts, sipping at beer that's gone flat in his cup. “She’s been ignoring my texts for 4 days now. I give up.”

“What??” You squeak, frowning confused. “But she asked you out, I thought!”

“That she did..” Jeno rolls his eyes. Upper lip curling up in a snarl as he focuses on a noisy crowd that’s formed across the room. “Bet that douchebag tiger has never had a bad date in his life.”

Johnny’s surrounded by a group of the hottest prey hybrids on campus. Never one to have any trouble landing the eye of those that should fear him. Despite his sharp smile and intimidating feline features, prey stuck to him like white on rice.

“He’s so popular.” Jeno mumbles. Nursing the red solo cup in his grip for an hour now. Backwashing the stale beer more than actually drinking it.

“What do you mean?” You ask. Unable to stop yourself from pulling a face as you sneak the cup out of his hold. “Stop doing that. It’s gross.”

“Look at him.” Jeno lifts a hand in Johnny’s general direction. The tiger hybrid stands with his arms behind his head. One prey dangling from each of his biceps ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’ing. As if this isn’t his go-to trick to perform at every weekend kick back. “He’s like, the most popular predator hybrid in this whole state or something.

Jeno grunts, shaking his head until his flat bangs mingle with his eyelashes. “I can’t even get a date. Meanwhile he’s fully booked into the next century.”

“That’s not true Jeno. Don’t be so dramatic.” You disagree. Leaning past him to reach for the cooler on the floor. Picking up water bottles for the both of you. “You’re a different type of popular. Johnny’s a jock.. of course all the bimbos want him.”

Jeno thanks you for the water, furrowing his brows in thought. “Didn’t you date Johnny Freshman year?”

“Well, yeah! But I am a bimbo!” You exclaim. Ears flopping as you speak up ecstatically. “What Delta Gamma Pi prey hasn’t dated Johnny at this point? He cuts through rushies faster than hazing.”

“What is it you like about him?” Jeno ponders. Glancing over where the tiger hybrid now appears shirtless. Allowing a deer hybrid to trace the lines of abdominal muscles decorating his stomach. “Can’t be his personality. If he even has one.”

“Hey! He’s a sweet and charming himbo. The himbo to my bimbo really.” You sigh. Grimacing as Johnny breaks into body competition poses. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“What about me, am I not a sweet guy?” Jeno asks. Hooking your attention back to him with the question. Two innocent Freshmen prey hybrids pass by, cowering as they nearly bump into him. Apologizing profusely after moving along with speed. “Prey always fears me..”

Jeno isn’t wrong necessarily. Despite the rounded glasses that tend to sit crooked on his face, warm inviting smile, and eyes that could melt frosting on a cake; there was no denying his intimidating outer appearance.

Scales sneaking out past the collar of his shirt fading out just before reaching the hair at his nape. Tongue split down the middle that would poke from between his lips as he’d deeply concentrate.

At times so deep in his thoughts he’d blink suddenly, the whites of his eyes filled with yellow. Irises thinned into slits giving him the full predator appearance. Only realizing when prey would gasp and run away in fear.

There was one more thing snake hybrids had a reputation of. One you yourself could not confirm having never been with a snake hybrid.

“It depends on the prey.” You acknowledge. “They aren’t all going to be like me. Heck even the first time we met I thought you’d have my head for making you late to class.”

Jeno pouts, crushing up the now empty water bottle in his hands. “Am I that scary?”

“No! Not at all!” You’re quick to reassure. Bumping his arm with your shoulder playfully. “You go on so many dates! You’re really well known around campus too. Everyone speaks very highly of your intelligence and hard work ethic.”

“Well known because I’m the guy who always has whatever notes someone missed in lecture more like..” Jeno drags on. “My dates never end well though.”

“Why is that?” You ask. It’s not as if Jeno is difficult to get along with in any way. He carries conversation swimmingly, has an easy going sense of humor, and he’s right. If anyone will be able to cover you missing lecture, it’s him.

“Prey are always eager to..” Jeno drifts. Shifting on his heels nervously. Side-eyeing you cautiously. “Some…some prey, are really excitable.”

Jeno cringes a bit, muttering a ‘sorry’ under his breath to not offend you. It’s not as if rabbit breeds weren’t known to be the easiest of prey to catch. Your kind wasn’t one to hold out when it came to sexual urges.

“Yes yes.” You wave off his apology. “Rabbits and Bunnies are easy and horny. Big shocker there. The phrase ‘fuck like bunnies’ stemmed from somewhere right?”

Jeno visibly swallows his spit with a nod. Tugging the rim on his collar. “Not enough I guess. I can't even get a bunny hybrid to keep interest in me after we start…you know.”

“After you start fucking??” You squak. Jeno bursting into a cute blush, pleading you to shush and keep your voice down.

“It never goes that far..” he pouts again with a sigh. “Some kissing, touching. Then when they start to take off my clothes..”

“Oh come on Jeno, how bad can it be?” You giggle. Leaning closer to him on your toes to swat his cheek with one of your ears. “Trust me, Johnny was no easy obstacle. You’re talking like you have a monster down there.”

“Two.” Jeno says flatly. Avoiding your eyes.

“Two what?” You laugh, slowly calming when his expression does not change.

“I have two monsters down there.” Jeno shrugs. “Whatever Johnny has clearly hasn’t traumatized any prey by just looking at it.”

“Two like..” you mutter. Throat drying up and blinking rapidly to control yourself from scanning lower.

“Two dicks.” Jeno stares at you with a serious look. “Male snake hybrids have two dicks.”

Looking over your surprised reaction with your jaw hung open, Jeno cocks a brow. “What? Don’t believe me? Want to see for yourself?”

“I..” Gulping, you clutch tightly at the water bottle that’s gone warm in your hands.

So it is true, the reputation snake hybrids have precedes them afterall.

You’d seen Jeno shirtless plenty of times after working out together. Scales covered the backsides of his arms, painting from his nape down to the Venus dimples on his defined lower back. Hints of some just past the jut of his hip indentations peaked whenever he’d pull into a deep stretch. What if they reached even lower..

“Is that a yes or a no?” Jeno asks again. Losing your line of sight as the portrait draws out in your thoughts. “Have you ever seen a snake hybrids...”

He trails off, blush rising to the swell beneath his eyes. Lapping his upper lip until it gleams like a glossy coated pout. “Am I too out of line?”

“No no!” Snapping out of it, you slurp the drool that’s reached the corners of your lips. Laughing awkwardly to ease Jeno’s evident embarrassment. “I just…I heard rumors..”

“But you didn’t think it was true, right?” Jeno sounds like he’s heard this spiel more than a few times. “I guess I can see why, the snake hybrid adult video industry is pretty meek considering..”

“I’ve never even considered looking some up honestly.” You admit, chewing on your lower lip. Curiously wavering a look lower. Jeno had on loose fitted black jeans tonight. He never did seem to wear anything too form fitting. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jeno splutters, nearly spilling the new water bottle he’s opened up. Motioning a visual defense with his hands. “Why would I lie about this?”

“Fine.” Clearing your throat confidently, you stand up straight nodding upstairs. Squinting and arching a brow at him. “Let’s find an empty room.”

“Wh-what? Like….l-like really??” Jeno’s eyes bulge wide, stuttering and following after you.

“Oh, now you’re shy huh?? What happened to Mister I have two gigantic dicks!” You advertise too loudly. Further enhancing the pink that transforms to a deep red on the apples of Jeno’s cheeks.

“Ugh, not the rabbit and snake pairing again. Those breeds always fit their stereotypes I swear.” A panda hybrid rolls her eyes snickering as she moves off the wall. Sneering in Jeno’s direction with disgust written over her features.

“And Pandas really fit theirs! LAZY!” You shout after her, balling up your fist ready to hop across the floor and attack. Jeno whines, pulling your back to his chest.

“Can we just get this over with?” Jeno pleads. Failing to calm you with soft palms stroking up and down your arms.

“Ugh, why does everyone think we fuck?!” Kicking open the closests door, you charge inside, throwing yourself down on some stranger's bed. “Can’t predator and prey just be friends??”

“It’s not…very common. I mean, I can’t think of any.” Jeno sits by your side. Feebly picking at his pants feeling nervous as what he just did settles in. Wondering why he even suggested this idea. He couldn’t really blame the beer afterall. You just always had to sound so confident, a little know it all rabbit.

“Well! Get to it!” You groan, reaching for his sleeve to pull on. “Let’s see those big giant scary snake cocks!”

“What’s wrong with you??” Jeno squeals, covering his groin in case you aim there next.

“Ha! I knew it, you’re bluffing! You’re so full of it!” You smirk cockily. Shoving his arm rough enough to have Jeno tipping to the side. Rolling his eyes, he stands up gathering the waistband on his jeans.

“Oh, I’m bluffing?!” Shoving down his jeans and underwear in one-go, Jeno stands up straight. Long shirt hanging over his crotch. He grunts, pulling the material up just beneath his chest. Flexed abdominal muscles in full view leading down to..

“H-holy shit…you have t-two…..you…y-you…” starting to blabber, you cover up your mouth to silently take in the display before you. Jeno wasn’t lying, two dicks, two long thick dicks. Maybe only an inch or so different in size. The smaller of the two less smooth, ridges of scales up and down along the sides spreading out just past the indentations on his hips. “Fuck..you’re not even hard.”

Jeno squirms, stomach muscles contracting as he grows more anxious standing there. “See! I told you.” He huffs annoyed. Releasing his shirt to pull back on his bottoms.

“W-wait…” circling his wrist, you suck down a deep breath. Noticing the lack of difference in the size of your forearm and Jeno’s lengths. “Uh…you know.”

You start to nod sitting up, once again clearing your throat. “I can take you.”

“What did you just say?” Jeno backs up, thankful for the shirt covering his lower half again. Unable to neglect the twitch he feels rise through his cocks at your wandering tantalized gaze.

“You’re the one who said rabbits fuck like wild horny crazed animals!”

“That’s not exactly what I said!” Jeno squawks, pulling the hem of his shirt lower. Hoping the dim lit room is enough to hide the obvious growth beginning to peek through.

“Listen Jeno, I already know your situation, and I trust you!” Chancing a glance down, it’s impossible to not lick your lips taking note of the large tent that’s begun to protrude beneath his shirt. “Why not try with me? If it’s too much for me…we can stop. No pressure?”

“That’s weird!” He frets, turning away trying to hide his evident excitement. Butt cheeks fully out from lowering the front of his shirt too much. “This whole thing is weird!”

“You’ve been hitting the squat rack?” You whistle, flicking one of his firm cheeks.

“Stop objectifying me!” Jeno shrieks, returning to face you. Huffing, he shakes his head removing the now stretched out shirt.

“Wow..You’re…really hard. Like.. both..both of them.” You’re already choked up from the sight of Jeno completely bare. Every scale catches hints of moonlight across his smooth luminous skin. Swallowing dryness away, you reach with both hands eagerly.

“Wait!” He jerks back, strategically holding his hands splayed out just a centimeter away from his lower half. Enough to conceal some of his size. “We should..kiss…I think?”

“Oh my God.. Jeno, are you a virgin?!” You ask, mostly to ease the situation.

“What?!? No!” He snaps quickly. “I’ve slept with plenty of predator hybrids!”

“Oh, yeah no no…I knew that. It’s just so cute to see you like this.” You can’t stifle the giggle that follows, pushing back to rest on your palms you nod toward your lap. “Where do you want me to kiss first?”

Groaning, Jeno rolls his eyes, moving to straddle your lap. “Are you always this crude?”

“We’re pretty much almost always horny. It’s in our nature to mate and breed like.. a lot.” You start to explain, trailing off when one of his dicks presses against your navel. “Breeding huh?”

“Stoppp..” Jeno whines, thankful it’s too dark in the room to pick up on the hot flush that’s spread the entirety of his face. Even if you can’t see it, that doesn’t stop the urge to kiss away the cute mewls slipping from his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon to make the first move, never expecting you’d end up here with your reliable friend who never picked up on flirting. Even when the pretty panther barista would wink and offer him a complimentary coffee ‘on the house’ Jeno never had much of a response aside from ‘thanks’.

Not because he was harboring any type of feelings for a clueless prey who in return never once picked up on his minuscule tactics. Never that.

“Wh-what’re y-you doing?” Jeno mumbles between a soft kiss, gulping after each word.

“Should I kiss your…dicks instead?” You ask coyly, wiggling your brows to further embarrass Jeno. With a click of his tongue, he hoists you by the waist until you’re the one perched on his lap.

“Can’t believe you didn’t believe me.” He frowns, helping you remove the casual loose tunic you’d thrown on earlier. Knowing better than to wear anything too nice to a frat party with drunk attendees ready to ruin clothing left and right.

Spinning around once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, Jeno turns until you’re laid out beneath him. Hovering above your frame enough to look over your exposed skin.

“Can I..” he glances down, eyeing the wet patch that's formed on your underwear. “Need to stretch you out.”

The pointed tips of his tongue poke out suggestively, lowering as he focuses to retain eye contact with you. Fingers gather the sides of your underwear, gently lowering them. His cocks jump, hit first by the strong enticing scent of prey slick. Stronger for predator’s, meant to draw them in and lure them to attack sweet defenseless hybrids.

Jeno places his hands behind your knees, pushing up until your bottoms lifted off the bed. Tongue lolling out like a dog in heat, longer than you could have ever anticipated from any of the times you’ve caught glimpses before. Hunching closer, he takes a deep inhale. Writhing as Jeno full on begins to makeout with your clit. Alternating between sucking with vigor the louder your moans grows, to spitting and rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the right bundle of nerves to make your toes curl.

“Snake venom usually weakens and numbs..” He rasps, tongue lapping between your folds, prodding the tip at your entrance menacingly. “Sometimes it can help, if I use a little. Can I?”

Controlled by the rapid flicks he gives your clit, you nod maniacally. Spit sizzling as it flows down past your labia folds to your entrance, just enough to numb your hole for penetration. Jeno follows in with his tongue, rolling the venom around with thrusts. Mouth and chin dripping in slick that splashes against his lips. Long tongue tickling deeper in with each thrust of his face. Gripping a fistful of your ass as he groans between your thighs, slurping up your arousal between working you up to a dizzying orgasm.

“Fuck! Jeno!” Spasming, you clamp down around his head. The tip of his tongue flicking at your cervix, ripping a squirting climax out of you that dribbles down his neck and chest.

Full of desire, Jeno moves fast, placing you back on his lap. Ass sitting on the larger cock that beats fiercely beneath you. A mixture of growls and whimpers sounds, rubbing the tip of his length against your clit with splashing slick shooting out.

“Can I?” He pants, near begging. Nodding, you dig into his shoulders. Lifted enough for Jeno to find the perfect angle.

“Oh! O-oh! No!” You cry out, unprepared for the sheer size of just the tip. Pausing his movements as he barely breaches your hole. “Oh my G-god…too big! You’re too big!”

“I’m sorry!” Jeno starts to pull away feeling terrible. Kept in place by your arms locked around his shoulders. Dropping your face to his chest, you whimper, shaking your head.

“Just a minute..” whispering, you sigh, reaching between your bodies to wrap around his length. Sliding it back and forth between your folds. The larger squishes between your ass. Slick smoothing the glide of both. Waiting for your go ahead, Jeno tries to press into your tight cunt again, met with resistance and an immediate hiss.

Quick to halt his actions, he realizes it just won’t fit. Watching you endure it while biting down on your tongue to contain a pained cry just wasn’t worth it.

“We s-should stop..” Jeno forces himself to speak. Teeth gritting as you start to move against him. Building a rhythm riding the size of his cocks until they’re covered in wetness.

“Can you cum like this?” You ask, panting against his chin. Jeno nods, seeping his fingers into your sides to assist your working hips.

“Sometimes, just one..” he confesses, growing more quiet with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Jeno, we can try again..”

“No no!” His head shakes frantically, bucking his hips for you to move faster. “Just use me.. please just use me instead.”

It’s more than enough, the scales on Jeno’s length scrape deliciously along your clit with each slide. Guiding your mouth with his, twisting your tongues together until you reach a fast but much easier finish. Jeno still hard as he lays back. Having to set your lower half away from himself to not burst into tears.

“I’m really really sorry.” Jeno hides his face in the bed. Sighing heavily he sits up to grab his pants. “I’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

“Don’t apologize..” you start, hiding a wince as you sit up. “I really do need to stop believing I can overcome any obstacle, don’t I?”

“Nah..” forcing a smile, Jeno hides his own wince. Already anticipating a long night of jerking off to the now very vivid image of your face taken over with pleasure.

——————————————————-

“Flowers? What’s the occasion?”

Jeno shifts side to side, oddly avoiding eye contact. “I feel bad about the other night. I should have warned you better. No one can ever take my..”

“Ah, Jeno! Don’t make it weird.” Scoffing, you bury your nose into the bouquet of roses. “I’ll accept these, because they’re beautiful. But you did nothing wrong, okay?? I was the one being pushy.”

“You usually are.” Jeno murmurs, jokingly nudging your side when you glare at him. “But I mean, I just felt bad. I kept worrying the rest of the weekend like— Is it going to be awkward between us now? Maybe she’ll hate me! What if I traumatized her?!”

“Why are rabbits pegged as anxious overthinkers when it’s you damn snakes who never know how to chill out?”

“Hey!” Jeno pouts, folding his arms. Scales out on full display today reminding you of what you spent the rest of your weekend doing.

“Actually, I was thinking a lot.” Grabbing your phone, you opt to not mention searching up for inflatable dildos while screaming into your pillow over how stupid you felt. “I made you a profile on predator meets prey!”

“What?!?” Jeno screeches, coming to stop so fast smoke burns beneath the soles of his rubber sneakers. “Why would you do that?!?”

“To get you laid! Obviously!!” You declare, adding a ‘duh’ paired with a sarcastic scoff.

Jeno’s blushing furiously, sporting a jittery smile for the curious stares you’ve gained. Subtly trying to shush you and lead you further down the hall to class.

“God why didn’t anyone ever warn me of what a nuisance you rabbit’s are!” He hisses, lips tight against his teeth. Failing to appear tough with the pink hue that’s taken over his face. “Why are you meddling in my business like this??”

“Hey! Your business is my business now.” Proudly you pump out your chest, pointing a thumb at yourself. “If I can’t take those dicks, I’m gonna find someone who can! You’re gonna be neck deep in hybrid pussy thanks to me.”

Jeno’s forehead thuds down on his desk, surrounded by gasps and sounds of disgusts circling the two of you.

“Look at this saucy little fox I scored you a date with tonight!” Failing to notice Jeno’s current state of misery, you shove into his seat, half positioned on his lap with your phone shoved in his face. “Her name is Ari, she loves long walks in the woods, gathering herbs, and making her own bags of tea.”

“Tonight?! You meddling rabbit!” Jeno’s blaring you with half shut eyes. More cute than he should look with his nose scrunched in irritation. “I can’t tonight!”

“Of course you can, I’m like the only person you hang out with.” Rolling your eyes, you confirm the date for tonight. Showing Jeno where he’d be taking his fox out to eat. “After class I’ll help you pick out what to wear. Who better to help you catch a prey than a prey, am I right?”

“You’re wrong in every way imaginable and I regret the day I agreed to sharing my study space with you.” Jeno mutters flatly.

“Do you mean that??” Tilting your head, you blink dramatically and shove out your lower lip. Making him sigh, adjusting his legs to allow more room for you to sit comfortably.

“What do I say every time?” Jeno says, the same way he always says whenever he’s frustrated with you.

“That meeting me has been the best part of college so far!” You cheer, pecking his warm cheek. He releases a long breath, falling into a smile that hides his eyes completely.

“So…a fox..”

That’s how Jeno finds himself in nothing but his sweats while you pace back and forth in front of his closet.

“We have to take you shopping soon.” You grunt, throwing more plain black tees into the ‘no’ pile. “How many Air Forces do you own?!?”

“…pft….those are my favorite shoes!”

“I’m thinking something that really shows off your physique.” Blowing away your ears and strands of hair that have fallen on your face, you hold up an outfit after searching for 30 minutes. “Form fitting shirt, these leather pants that really hug your long legs!”

Jeno’s cheeks light up instantly, vibrant shades of pink. Rubbing the scales on his forearms to distract himself from overthinking.

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearm.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

“That’s not true, I didn’t run off!” You correct him.

Jeno nods, lips pursed together. Turning to fuss with his choppy bright pink hair in the mirror. “You’re kind of the only one who never has though..”

“Have some positivity, I really do think there’s a chance with this fox!”

A chance, a fat chance. Jeno hated to show up groveling on your doorstep at 1am. Immediately digging his face into your shoulder as he began to retell the events of the evening. Another failed date, this one didn’t even make it past some French kissing.

“If it’s not one thing, I guess I should say two, it’s the damn tongue.” He complains, waving a spoon of matcha ice cream. “I sound pathetic.”

“A little.” You joke, feeling a little guilt. Enough to let Jeno scrape the pint of your favorite ice cream clean. The first of many he would empty in the weeks to come.

“We at least made it into bed this time.” He says, licking the back of a wooden spoon you’ve now designated as Jeno’s failed date ice cream spoon. “I do wonder if sheep hybrids ‘baa’ when they..”

Catching your perplexed gaze, Jeno mumbles, waving off his thoughts. “I have dinner with a deer tomorrow.. and then that pretty zebra hybrid this weekend.”

“Maybe they do ‘baa’..” you start, earning a confused look from your friend. “Sometimes, when it’s really..”

“Hmm?” He pipes in for you to go on. It’s not as if you’d stopped replaying the memory of his girth sliding between your folds and ass at the same time. Glowing in the dark room like an oil painting.

“When my orgasms really, like really really good..” moving back, you lift your foot to show him exactly what you mean. “I thump.”

“That’s..” Jeno coughs, ducking to hide the blush rising up to his nose. “That’s..”

“I have to stop oversharing too huh?” You shrug, a little embarrassed.

Jeno wants to agree, but he can’t when he knows that the idea of you reaching peak orgasm will help him through his shower later. Sulking after mooching off your ice cream that always seemed to be fully stocked when he stopped by after another failure. Showers had turned into long water wasting sessions, heading to bed with pruney fingertips and cum washed down the drain along with his chances of getting laid.

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“That was date number 12. I think I need a break.” Jeno’s neck loosens, nearly dangling his head off the back of your couch. His hairs faded to a light peachy tone now, black roots grown in an inch. Leather jacket thrown on the arm of the couch as he plopped down ready to ask for his ice cream. “My wallet needs a break too actually.”

“Jeno..” swallowing, you sit back on the backs of your calves. “Why don’t we try again?”

“Huh? Try what?” He turns lazily, cocking a brow. Noting you’re more dressed up than usual today, usually in your pajamas or robe ready for bed by the time he shows up.

“Try, like…like us.” You squirm. Opening and closing your text messages with your friend for the last few hours. He’d begun to send mirror photos in seek of outfit approval. Changing out of a snug fit turtleneck to a low cut black V neck that showed his ample chest off nicely. Maybe too nice as you couldn’t resist zooming in to look over the defined pectoral muscles on display.

“Like us?” He asks, turning just slightly. Chest squished down the center at this angle.

“Like…as in….we should…let’s have sex!” You shout leaving Jeno with his jaw hanging open.

“What?!? W-Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because I like you! You…you..you…dumbass!” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wha— since when?!” Jeno’s flabbergasted, sitting up and pulling on tuffs of his bleached hair. Thinking out loud as he goes on. “But…I liked you first! I’ve always liked you! I was supposed to tell you first!! Hey! Don’t call me a dumbass!”

“Well, you didn’t.” Blowing at one of your ears annoyed, you fix him with a weak glare. “Have to do everything myself around here, even make sure you get to cum.”

Before he can start another blubbering tirade you make to move, throwing a leg over his hips to mount him. Lips crashing together mid-stuttered out speech. Making Jeno’s weight fall boneless beneath you, sinking deeper against the couch cushions as he relaxes. The split of his tongue rolls past yours, slipping up the sides to the back of your throat.

“Ar-are y-you..” he tries to confirm you’re not just in heat, knowing your schedule by now and that your next shouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Shh..” between a mountain of layered kisses leaving Jeno’s lips pink and swollen, you nod. Scooping his face in your hands to keep his neck tilted back just enough to battle with his tongue. Finally calming him enough with an expert suck around his tongue. Slowly pulling back for him to feel the tightness of your lips pulling around him.

Wantonly he moans, confidently wrapping your waist to plant your bottom right against where his jeans have begun to protrude. Pushing your thighs down to meet the size permeating.

“Won’t you let me take care of you?” You coo, licking his earlobe. Emphasizing the question with a roll of your hips that has one of Jeno’s cocks digging deep into your underwear. He gazes up, already appearing lost in a daze, nodding furiously.

“Please..please.” Jeno begs, he begs. Licking at his upper lip with thirst.

You can’t resist smearing the spit on his lips with another kiss. Sharing heated gusts of breath between panting and grinding together. Jeno fully hard now, whimpering louder the more you bounce your ass down against him.

That’s how you end up on your bed continuing to explore each other’s mouths, three fingers knuckle deep thrusting in and out of your core.

“Jeno, I’m ready. I promise.” You clasp his wrist to stop his movements. Nearing the point of your climax the longer he works you up, scissoring long digits through the unyielding slick that puddles under your ass. Not mentioning the preparation you’ve put in since the last time to ensure you can take him.

“No.. won’t fit, have to..” he anguishes, nose scrunched. Thumbing faster at your clit, pressing over and over again on the same spot whenever you can’t hold back another moan.

“Trust me, I can do it.” You confirm with more kisses, twitching up under the weight of his palm pressed on your mound. “Wanna feel you.”

Jeno seems reluctant, chewing his lower lip in thought. Indulging in the softness you dab across his chin and jaw.

“Don’t..don’t lie for my sake yeah? I can..jerk off again.” With a gulp he sits up to remove the rest of his clothes. Taking a deep breath in as he slides off his briefs.

“I can take both..” you nod rapidly, sliding your fingers around your tongue to collect a wad of spit. Reaching down to spread your entrance open more, it’s hard enough with the amount of slick that’s continuously pouring from your hole. Pulsing around nothing as you watch worry etch across Jeno’s handsome features.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, last time..” he mumbles off. Securely gripping around the base of his cocks to cool the urgent need to fuck you full.

“Jeno, please, I want both.” Grabbing onto his hips, you pull him close until your bodies are flush together. “Want you to feel good, cum inside of me. Can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

“Fuck..” he croons, larger cock gliding through your folds coated in slick. “S-sure? A-are you sure?”

“Please! Give me!” Kicking your feet, you lift up to smack his ass with your foot. Accidentally angling your hips higher enough for the tip of Jeno’s length to catch on your entrance. The two of you hissing in surprise, quickly he squeezes around both with one fist to a painful point.

He starts to nod rapidly, eyes locked on your glistening pelvis. Circling the tips of his lengths together until they gleam covered in absurd amounts of slick.

Jeno clamps down on his lengths pushing the tips past your tight heat. Sliding in easier with the arousal dripping out. Biting down a cry painfully until his lower lip tears, he checks in. Panting and asking if you’re okay, met with nothing but silent overwhelmed nods. It’s maddening how full you feel. The larger cock pushing down enhancing the stretch against your ass. The scales forcing shivers to erupt with each indescribable scratch against your walls. A new high you’ve never felt before, taking over the little coherency left.

“Fuck..I’m..” Jeno grits, breathing harshly as he stares between your bodies. Ready to pass out just from the visual of your cunt filled with both of his dicks. One swirl of his hips finds the right angle, burying in deep to the hilt with a painful groan. “S-so tight. Ughh.”

Your neck aches, lifted watching the tip of one cock pushing at the skin under your belly button. Stuffed to the brim full of throbbing cocks, pumping in and out to the point of mind blanking insanity.

“Feel me?” Jeno asks, pushing down on the expanse of your abdomen, causing a noisy crying moan from your mouth. “Good? Feel good? You feel so good for me.”

“Yes yes yes!” You whine, reaching down to squeeze around Jeno’s cock. Stroking your stomach up and down over his moving length to jerk him off somehow. Enough to have Jeno’s head falling forward with his mouth hung open letting out muted screams. Thrusting in slow and deep consumed by the wet slick heat trickling down past his balls, your palm cocooned around his tip. Cocks squished together more and more as you roughly convulse around him.

He can’t hold back as you start to clench down, crying out with every bumpy scale knocking against your nerves more delectably with each thrust. Stretched more than ever, crazed by the tip of his lengths meeting your cervix with pounding kisses. Better than any dick you’ve taken…times two.

“Jeno Jeno..” you wail, arching up by your neck. A strong grip lands on your shoulders to hold you in place for extra leverage. Jeno chases after release faster the more you close up around him. Throbbing through each ridge up his spine down to the area between his thighs. The pleasure exploding throughout his body stronger than any he’s ever felt. Pushing his orgasm to rise faster than normal.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck.” Tremors shake between the both of you inside out.

“Cumming, gimme cum please!” You jerk up the bed, grabbing onto his muscular waist, nodding and shouting for him to cum like a broken record.

“It’s all for you.” His hips collide at high speed against yours. Sounding out noisy and wet every time your skin rubs together. Grunting raspy broken moans in time with his thrusts. “All of it..it’s yours. You, only you.”

It’s impossible to understand anything he’s saying beyond the static that’s filled your mind. Foot slamming down on your bed with hard thumps. Slick gushes out around him upon your release, too plugged with no way out. Squirting around his lengths aggressively as your entire body convulses.

Jeno’s head spins, struggling to penetrate past your walls clamping down on his girths. Mewling in near anguish from the sudden relief drowning out of him. He thrusts once, twice, falling to a slow pointed grind.

“Thank you, thank you.” Biting down on his lip, Jeno whimpers, repeating a chant of gratitude as his eyes water up. Bodily stinging as cum shoots out heavily, sucking his stomach in to the point of empty. Collapsing down drooling on your shoulder to suppress a cry, he continues to spew on. “Thank you, thank you. Ah fuck, thank you.”

You have to clamp your lips shut to keep in a chuckle, not wanting to ruin the moment. A serene sensation passes from Jeno, weightless as he catches his breath on top of you. Lifting his neck to kiss up your jaw gently.

“Not yet..” you whisper, circling his trim waist with both arms to stay in place. Jeno shifting just enough to stir a warmth in your stomach.

“Hey your..” he starts smiling, raspy as he turns to speak against the column of your throat. “Your foot was..”

“You thanked me for letting you cum.” You interrupt, holding back a yawn. Jeno hides further between your neck and shoulder muffling his groan, close enough to kiss the crown of his head. “You’re welcome by the way.”

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Preview: “Jaehyun? Why are you calling me so early?”

“Ah, sorry you’re probably heading to work. My stupid brother just cornered me on the way out pestering me to help him.”

“Little Jaemin? Aww don’t be so mean, what’s wrong?”

“This bum wants me to lend him money, as if he’d pay me back. He’s touring a couple universities in Seoul next week..”

“Ah, I see. Let me guess..”

“Do me this favor please? Let my little free loader brother crash on your couch?”

“For you? No. For my little baby Jaemin? Of course.”

Pairing: alpha Jaemin x female omega reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: a/b/o, pwp, smut, M/F

Smut Warning: mutual pining, heat sex, oral(F receiving), light ass play, body worship, biting, manhandling, submission, knotting

How many times am I going to have to lose my keys inside this bag before I learn? You grunt in irritation, groceries slipping from your strained fingers. A lick of sweat gathering down from your nape. A slow cold droplet lowers sending chills across each ridge of your spine. Sighing you squat down, splitting open your purse. Mentally cursing yourself out for constantly ending up like this.

Your coat feels heavy, boiling your skin up indoors now. The chilly air left beyond the doors to enter your building's complex. Your nose itches picking up on a waft of unfamiliar scent.

“Let me help you.” A voice echoes throughout the lobby. Trailing footsteps following, stopping at your side. The heavy aroma of alpha preceding, punching your lungs like an iron.

“No no!” Your initial panic subsides. Tearing your attention away from your purse. Neck arching back like slow motion, taking in every inch of the alpha before you. Built legs in snug fitted jeans bulging over firm thighs flex. Your breath hitches staring straight ahead. A pronounced lump sits between the alphas thighs. A clear shape cutting through the fabric tucking him away. “It’s…”

He squats down, gathering your groceries. Big eyes gawk back at you below thick eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. His mouth moves, bursting into a child-like giddy smile. Arms opening up as if he wants to engulf you.

“No!” You shout out alarmed. Scooting yourself away, scrambling back onto your feet to stand. Purse left open on the floor. Holding out your hands in a submissive manner. As any omega fearing their well-being may.

“It’s me!!” The alpha hesitates, moving in closer. Raising up his own hands signifying you have nothing to fear. “Jaemin!”

The name meets your ears muffled, sparking memories of a much younger, lanky, shy boy. A boy who blushed whenever you would so much as glance at him. A boy with arms at least twice the size smaller than the ones flexing with every shake of his hands.

“J-Jaemin??” You gawk, swallowing a dry gust of air. Slowly everything comes into sight. The duffle bag set behind him. The same soft eyes that once watched you full of adoration. Jaehyun teasing his little brother whenever you’d leave the room about his ‘crush’. The rise and fall of his chest calms the longer you stare. Defined pecs peak through the thin cotton material of his tshirt. A wear and tear evident in the threads that have come undone around his biceps. The shirt much too small for the alpha. Your mouth shuts, suddenly too aware of how long you’ve been checking him out. Internally cringing and sighing. Squishing together your thighs. Just in case.

“Yes! Jaemin! It’s me!!” He smiles softly. Blinking in relief, long straight eyelashes fan the tops of his cheeks. The tip of his nose glows under the fluorescent lobby lights. Bright streaks dance over his smooth skin, enhancing his still delicate pretty features. Jaemin sighs between the smile rounding out his cheeks. His top lip pouting out, lowering the tone of his voice- “you really didn’t recognize me?”

“No!” You speak up abruptly. Mouth twisting with another cringe. “It’s..I didn’t know. Your scent is so..”

Jaemin’s lips round out in ‘O’, thoughts coming together. “Jaehyun didn’t tell you I presented?”

“..no.” You finish, bending down to grab your purse. Jaemin lingers, bending at the waist to retrieve the groceries.

“Is.. is that okay?” He asks. Making no move to step closer despite the urge to scoop you into a bone crushing hug. Only coming to find you as his feet moved down the hallway. Mindlessly drawn to the hint of beachy scent.

His dreams often taking him back to sand crushed between his toes. Air heavy, filled with salt and ocean waves. Burnt skin covered in coconut creamy lotions steaming under the sun. It all brought him back to you. A freshly presented omega running down the beach. Screaming as Jaehyun circled around your waist, lifting you up. Sandy soles waved through the air. An ache passing through his chest as he watched on. Craving to trade places with his brother. The cool alpha he only wished to finally be someday.

Maybe then you would notice him, see him as more than some runt. How could you when he had to beg his mom to not ask you to babysit him. When Jaehyun would flex his arms in front of you setting off an embarrassing frenzy in your gut. The shy way you’d look off and smile only driving Jaemin crazier. Pocketing that memory for years to come, imagining himself on the receiving end.

“Oh of course!“ you nod too eagerly. Heels scuffing across the marbled lobby floor toward the elevators. “It’s just a few days.”

Jaemin throws his duffle bag over his shoulder following after you. He gnaws at his bottom lip entering the elevator alone with you. Doors dinging shut instantly stiffening your figure at his side.

“I thought you knew..” Jaemin whispers, almost too low for you to catch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I should be the one who’s sorry..” you stammer, gazing in despair at the blinking numbers above the doors. Hand instinctively gripping the strap of your purse. Your eyes lower, noticing the scuff marks on the points of your toes. Heels worn down after working and shopping. “You probably think I’m so rude. Your scent just really caught me by surprise..”

Jaemin shifts foot to foot at your side, subtly brushing the tip of his nose on his shoulder. Sniffing himself curiously, a bit worried. More worried than he’d prefer to let on.

“Is it..is it like really bad?” He squeaks. The doors dinging like a breath of fresh air. You nearly hurdle yourself out into the wide hallway. Breath hitching caught in your throat as you fan for air.

“It’s totally okay Jaem!” You sigh out, relieved to create some distance with the alpha. Stepping on forward at a fastened pace, you bite on your lower lip. Mortified that just 2 minutes near him already had your hole gushing slick. The curse of being and unclaimed an omega.

With speed you jerk open your front door. The sound of your keys slapping the ground once you hoist the door open. Jaemin follows after you, only growing further concerned.

“If it’s not okay…” he begins. Entering your apartment taken over by a sudden wave of calm. His shoulders instantly relax, the tired ache in his muscles gone. Your scent everywhere, drawing up memories of rolling around in your bed whenever you’d gone to use the restroom. His eyes fall shut for a second, licking at the roof of his mouth. Mentally reminding himself to act cool. Gone were the days of acting like some horny teenage boy lusting after his brother’s best friend.

“It’s fine!” You step out of your heels. Feet practically howling in rejoice. Hissing silently to yourself, your fingers twitching to rub your numbed soles. Ignoring the need, you take the groceries from him. Continuing to lower your gaze in hopes of not losing your train of thought staring at the alpha yet again. “Thanks so much for bringing these up. I’ll start some dinner for us.”

You hobble away, directing Jaemin to the couch as you pass by. “Set your bag down! Hope you don’t mind.. the couch is pretty comfortable! I promise.”

Jaemin laughs, like holiday bells ringing at your ears. Your heart clenching in instantaneous reaction nearly halting your tracks. Dropping the groceries down, you make quick movement to hide behind your kitchen wall. Thumping your forehead gently on the plaster, dried paint some how still sticky against your skin. You mutter a hushed ‘get it together!’ Before taking a deep breath. Yanking out a pot to boil water for some pasta.

“Jaemin loves pasta.” You nod to yourself. Smiling at the memory of the adorable little boy’s cheeks covered in red sauce.

He takes the chance to walk around the small living room. Dizzying thoughts grounded as he admires the photos you’ve framed. Most with Jaehyun, but the one that catches his attention the most is from your last summer back home. You seemed too excited to finally escape to Seoul and begin ‘adulthood’. He really did try to his best the last few years to move on.

After presenting, omegas were no challenge. That didn’t stop him from thinking of you whenever his rut hit. Buried deep inside whichever omega had begged to spend it with him. Alpha taking over him too much at times, screaming your name. The omega under him couldn’t even complain after getting the dick down of their life. They never could compare to the omega constantly running through his mind. Existence taunting him, ready to fall to his knees and beg for a taste.

“Ah, you found my photo gallery huh?” Your voice breaks his thoughts. Setting down the frame. Softly grazing his younger self in the corner of the photo staring longingly after you.

Jaemin sighs, heading to the couch. He sits with a bounce testing out the cushions. As if it mattered, his brother offered him no more than the floor whenever he’d visit.

“Yea..those were good times… you okay?” Jaemin inquires, noticing the way you limp across the living room. You nestle into the corner of the couch breathing out a long sigh. Back aching and cracking as you get comfortable.

“Tired. Sorry I’m not much entertainment. Work was so busy today.” Your face rolls to the side. Quickly giving him a once over before dropping your gaze to the floor. Still in too much awe to begin comprehending how much he’s grown.

“Your feet hurt?” Jaemin smiles, reaching toward your knees. Thumb smoothing over the bone sticking out. “Don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m kind of known for giving the greatest foot massages.”

“Oh no…you can’t. I haven’t even showered yet.” You murmur. Self conscious and weary, subtly attempting to inhale some of your scent. You should have rushed to the shower, but sitting down for a bit was too tempting.

“Ah don’t be silly. You smell great..” Jaemin’s tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth. Large hands encase your knees, sweeping down behind them. He tugs your legs up effortlessly even with the resistance you apply. He lays your calves across his lap, pinching your stockings between two fingers. “You should take these off.”

“Uh..” you falter, concentrating on his hands skirting up the length of your leg. Fingertips languidly dragging up, shoving between your thighs. He stops, breathing in and out slow. Looking down focused on the way your muscle jumps. The body heat between your thighs like a furnace, strong enough to warm his cool touch.

“Thigh highs..” Jaemin mumbles. Gaze trailing up finding yours. It’s a mere graze of skin on skin, barely touching your inner thigh, but it’s enough. Your core reacting faster than you can think, opening up and making a mess of your underwear. Jaemin’s neck visibly bobs up and down, no doubt hit in the face with the pungent smell of omegan desire. “Can I?”

Even if he’s affected he doesn’t show it. Smooth and calm, he tugs on the lace at the top of your thigh. You nod, you think, bending at the knee further allowing him to strip the material off.

“Once I’m done with you, you’re gonna be begging me to move in..” Jaemin smiles, throwing you a wiggle of his brows. Heated palms squeeze your thigh. He’s strong, so strong. Exuding power and strength in each delicate touch. Rubbing and kneading your tensed muscles. The tips of his fingers dig in, rolling your tendons. Loosening up the tension cramping the backs of your legs.

“Fu..” you start, pursing your lips together. Sinking deeper into the cushion behind you.

“Feels good? You’re so tight.” Jaemin breathes out each word. His biceps seem to grow larger as he shimmies down your leg. His muscles are too big.. big enough to lock around your chest while he fucks you into a groveling pitiful silly mess…

“Am I doing a good job? You’re not saying anything..” Jaemin’s eyes lift. His face leaned down, fueling the maniacal lust driving a force between your chest. You gasp, parting your thighs open. The fresh scent of arousal tickling your nose. No doubt slamming into Jaemin’s.

“Ye-..”

The sound of water splashing, sizzling as it meets fire erupts. Like a rope wrapped around your neck pulling you back to reality. You shoot up in panic, kicking your calves away from his working hands.

“Oh shit! The noodles!” You screech. Bodily twisting away. Hobbling to the kitchen with a hidden face of humiliation. Knees pinched together to contain a gush of slick from streaking down your inner thighs. How were you going to survive the next two days?

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“Jaem?..” you stumble into the living room. Combing back your bed head as you approach the couch. Blankets and pillows left stacked together at the corner. Missing the alpha who you’d left sleeping there the night before. You take a glance around, listening for the shower. No sign of Jaemin. Cautiously, against your better judgment you sit down. A waft of alluring alpha scent springs off the cushions. Circling around your head like a drug, inducing weakness and the need to succumb. To feel every part of him flow through your veins. Fill you so full of cum your nose even spurts it out.

The disgusting thought snaps your eyes open. Gripping at the cushion around your hips, ready to grind down just to have a sliver of the alpha stuck to your skin.

The front door unlocks, sending your neck jerking back too fast. Grimacing as you reach for the muscle, your jaw drops. Jaemin saunters in, shirtless, soaked. Sweat intensely spilling down his chest. Hair matted, clinging to his forehead area, half shoved off giving peaks of sun kissed skin.

He stands there rubbing a towel over the back of his neck. Cheeks pink and puffy, his lips and eyes matching so early in the morning. The thin trail of hair leading below his sweats demands your attention. Grey cotton drenched, appearing darker as your eyes travel lower. The evidence of an excruciating workout, exhausting his body of hydration. His tongue laps out, slowly licking across his upper lip. Swallowing the lack of saliva coating his mouth. He moves inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Oh!” Jaemin spots you, finally. A smile that could go to war with the sun expands over his face.

“Wow..” you swallow. Eyes falling shut mentally cursing yourself.

“You just wake up?” Jaemin jogs over, planting a moist kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, I probably stink..”

“You smell amazing.” You practically shout. The sudden urge to permanently zip your mouth shut fills your brain. Heating up under his intrigued eyes.

“You too..” Jaemin grins. His two front teeth linger, digging into his lower lip. He makes a face, tasting the stale dryness around the inside of his mouth- “I should..rinse my mouth or something..”

Jaemin slides past you. Stuck on his tantalizing aroma, you follow after him. Like a lost pet helplessly seeking an owner. You lean against the door frame, admiring each little dip in his stomach. Taut muscles hardening as he turns on the sink, bending down to splash water on his face. An alpha to the definition.

“There’s mouthwash in the medicine cabinet.” You instruct. Sounding far off and distracted. Itching to scratch down the mountains of brawn moving on his backside. His back wings stuck out beautifully, giving him a near angelic appearance.

“Oh thanks.” Jaemin’s face lights up. Water driblets cascade down his long neck. Adam’s apple bouncing in the center, glistened like a treat just begging to be eaten. Every scenario of possibilities playing in your mind much too fast to process. Missing the sensation of hot slick melting out of your core.

“Do you take these?” Jaemin inquires pulling out a packet of white pills from the cabinet. A frown drags down his lively features. You snatch the pills from him, disguising the hint of shame taking over your face.

“It’s just..heat suppressants are so bad for omegas!” Jaemin panics. Hands flailing out to emphasize how serious this matter is. “They cause weak fertility, depression, loss of appetite! Suppressing your heat goes against our natur-..”

“Jaemin! Enough alright?!” You snap. Exiting the bathroom in frustration. As if you hadn’t heard every warning before.

Jaemin follows after you, mouth gaping open and shut like a fish out of water. Fingertips itching to reach after you.

“I know okay?!” You turn abruptly. Face colliding with the center of his dampened chest. Nearly hurdled back if not for his quick reflexes swooping a hold around you. Jaemin keeps you steady, the powerful aura surrounding him enough to do the job.

“Why do you take them then?..” Jaemin’s brows furrow together. Wide doll like eyes full of concern bounce over your face. Warm comforting palms skim down your arms ending at your elbows. His thumbs stroking over the inner crook, soothing and harmless. As if he can read the annoyance running up your gut.

“I need to…I don’t always..” you start, chin dipping down. Staring at anything else besides the handsome alpha. It’d been weeks since you last kept on schedule with taking them really.

“You have no one to spend it with?” Jaemin questions. Mouth twitched to the side in confusion. An omega like you? Alone during heat? That’s..damn near blasphemous.

“It’s not a big deal.” You explain. Easing your arms from his hold. Your omega satisfied in such close proximity to a delicious smelling alpha. It’s upsetting really, how fast your instincts were ready to drop any morals. Shouting at you to fall to your knees and present yourself. Screaming that our alpha needs us, wants us.

“Of course it is.” Jaemin scoffs. Cooly maneuvering his palms to cup your hips. Thumbs continuing to rub gentle circles over your hip bones. “I can’t believe you don’t just ask Jaehyun for help.”

“Ew! Sick. I would never.” You chide. Hating the way your feet stick to the ground like you’ve walked into quicksand. Stuck, willingly, under Jaemin’s hands.

“…oh..” Jaemin blinks rapidly. Putting two and two together quickly. Fingers bury deep into your hips, stepping toe to toe with you. “You could always, call me up. I..I would love. I mean, I would love to help..”

“What?!” You squak, moving back another foot. His hands collapse at his sides, fearing he’s misread the vibe. Jaemin’s brows lift, head shaking.

“What?”

“What!”

“Uh..” He looks around. Folding his bulging arms over his chest. Shrugging, averting his attention to the digital clock ticking. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna be late. Uhm, see you later? Dinner..or yea.”

“Yea yea…uh, good luck or..have fun!” You wince, ducking your flushed face. Waving him off as he runs off to the bathroom.

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Jaemin stumbles in, loud, slamming into the wall. The door shutting impactfully as he falls into it, bursting into a round of giggles. You watch over him drowsily, jumping awake from your sleep. Having drifted off at some point in the last hour, tired of waiting for him to show up. Dinner long gone cold waiting by now.

“Jaemin?” You get up from the couch. His eyes shooting open finding you in nothing but your bathrobe. Too lazy and hot after your shower to encourage yourself to put on anything else. He moves down the hall finding you. Tugging you close with arms belting your waist.

“Did you wait for me?” He sounds hopeful asking. Your head jerks back, hit with a wave of alcohol coated breath.

“You’re drunk.” You groan. Fingers encase his arms. Your eyes fluttering, exhausted. Exhausted from just being around the alpha. Even smelling straight out of a vodka bottle his enticing scent hooks you. Hazing your mind, taking every bit of willpower you have left to not attack him.

“Drunk on you..” Jaemin wiggles his brows. Bending his knees slightly to tap his forehead on yours. “You smell so good for me.”

“Jaemin..” you rub over the backs of his arms. Firm triceps mocking you, having to squeeze and feel them up. Reasoning with yourself how you’d later regret it if not.

“Shh shh..” he presses on. The tip of his nose meeting yours. Lips close enough to brush along your cupid’s bow as he goes on- “Alpha. Call me alpha. Please.”

“Jae-…” his lips trace yours. Testing out the waters with a quick lick down the middle of your upper lip. Finding no resistance his mouth plants down. Moans escape between your moving lips. Clinging on his arms like a vine as he props you on the hallway wall. The taste of alcohol hits the back of your throat returning you to reality. Your eyes fly open, reaching for his shoulders with a sad excuse of a shove.

“No, we..” Jaemin’s thumb caresses your lower lip, interrupting you. Drunken gaze flickering across your lust filled expression. His other hand finding your wrist, lifting your slacked arm up. Pinned above your head, allowing him to press against you without a struggle.

“No what?” Jaemin whispers. Hot puffs of breath dancing fire over your cheeks. Thumb lazily dipping down on your tongue. Concentrating on the way you lick around the tip. Mind going straight to images of you laid out sucking down his length. Taking the entirety of his knot down your throat. Pleading like a good omega for endless amounts of cum.

Your eyes fall shut, brows squeezing together to force a coherent thought. Waves of heat muddling any rationalization to get you out of this situation.

‘He’s your best friend’s little brother.’

‘He can’t control himself. Your pheromones are too strong, this isn’t what he really wants.’

‘He’s a young, attractive, single alpha. He’ll ruin you.’

It’s as if Jaemin can hear everything you’re thinking. Rolling his hips forward, thick chubbed up cock digging into your hip. You can’t stop the gurgling moan from rising. Your lower half trembles desperately, aching all the more as he exposes his neck. Long throat arched back, proudly showing you his scent gland. The strongest whiff of aroused alpha tickling your senses.

“Stop fighting it, omega.” Jaemin leans in. Half lidded heavy eyes stare into yours. Wet thumb swiping down your chin to the middle of your neck pushing down. Gasping for air faster as he grinds against you.

“We shouldn’t.” You pant out breathlessly. The air around you hard to swallow. Full of arousal, powerful alpha scent triggering puddles of slick to drip down your inner thighs. Jaemin smirks, sliding his thumb lower. Your robe parting open down the center of your chest. Rising and falling rapidly with each taunting graze of skin. Skidding over the loosely tied knot on your waist, finally coming to a stop where your thighs spread open.

“What is this then?” Jaemin licks his teeth. Biting down on the tip of his tongue. Cleaning off a glossy layer of slick with the same thumb that’d just been in your mouth. The lower half of his weight keeping you held back unable to move.

“Jaemin..please..” your eyes itch, blinking the rapid moisture filling up your sockets. His hand lifts, turning his thumb side to side slowly. Even blurry and humiliating you further, you can’t stop the wetness oozing out of your core.

“Never imagined you to be such a beggar..” Jaemin’s brow quirks. He nods down, returning his thumb to your parted lips. “Always thought you’d make me beg.”

You whimper, weakly trying to blink away the tears flowing out of the corners of your eyes. Tongue lifting lapping off your wetness from his digit. Jaemin sinks in, forehead shoving into yours.

“Taste that? That’s how much you want me.” Jaemin teases. Thumb thrusting in, pushing down on your tongue until you gag. “You’ll be my good omega yeah? Let alpha do whatever he wants with you?”

Your knees buckle at his words. Widening gaze staring up, sucking his thumb off with skill. A dreadful need to satisfy and impress him beginning to consume you whole. You give a pitiful yet eager nod, dragging your lips back.

“No no no.” Jaemin tuts, prodding his way back in. “Get on your knees, and don’t stop sucking until alpha tells you to.”

You drop down on command, knees meeting the floor like you’re meant to be there. His broadened frame only seeming even larger at this new angle. Heady scent of alpha cum so strong, filling up his balls the second your eyes draw up to him.

The pretty wanton face below filling his chest up with a sense of power. A need to fuck, claim, destroy. Leave you obliterated, shattered in pieces only he can put back together. It’s intoxicating, addicting, everything he’s ever dreamed of.

“Keep sucking.” Jaemin urges you. Thumb pushing down on the backs of your teeth. His stumbles backward, pulling you into a crawl. Lips wrapped around him sucking like a baby. Knees burning against the hallway carpet as you try to keep up. The eye contact never lost, breathing out harshly through your nose. The salty taste of outside air stuck on his skin mixes in with your saliva, sucking faster and harder.

“Fuck..” Jaemin’s shoulder meets your door frame. His knees give in, coming down near face level. Thumb popping free gleaming in your spit. It all smears around your chin, spilling free out of the corners of your mouth. Heat taking over painting the most beautiful obscene image he’s ever seen. “Need to taste you.”

Jaemin cups your face, hauling you upward. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining. Licking around without missing an inch. A hunger to try every little piece of you. He’s so overpowering shoving you back with his weight. Your legs limply cupped over the crook of his elbow. He pushes down, slithering lower leaving burning pecs of his lips everywhere. Your flesh throbs, lifting up like an actual marks left after each.

It’s almost disgusting the way his nose dips between your folds. More drunk off your pure heat induced wetness than any alcohol could get him. A string of curses squeeze from between his teeth. Biting back the feral need to ravage you. Wanting to take his time to open you up, let you feel every lick and suck. Tenderly dragging up and down your core, he’s a mess of slick. Skin cooling, soiled in your potent aroused want for him.

“You’re perfect, perfect perfect omega.” Jaemin cries out. His eyes wrinkle shut, forehead creasing down the center from how hard he’s trying to control the incessant rage to fuck you hard enough to break a hole into the ground.

“Jaemin…ah, please.” You whine. Rolling your hips up, hitting his chin with a lewd slap of slick. The noisy wetness turning you both on all the more.

“Alpha.” Jaemin hits the side of your thigh roughly. His eyes rolling up leaving nothing but white behind. Possessed as he slurps on your clit. His tongue rolling your bundles of nerves just right. Jaw hinged open fully engulfing the entirety of your cunt. His tongue teases at your entrance, circling around. Testing the contracting give with experimental dips. The tip of his tongue torturing your hole, making you squeeze up in chase after him.

His tongue travels everywhere, reaching each stop successfully. Earning a shocked rasp from you when he dips in your rim. Lapping over the wrinkled muscle like it’s his last meal.

“Alpha. Alpha.” You mutter. Walls spin around you, twisting your mind upside down. He pulls off, face dripping like this morning. Slick instead of sweat adorning his flawless skin.

“I know baby.” Jaemin nods reassuringly. Tugging you closer, your robe falls off. Cradled into his chest, he staggers for a moment to stand. Turning fast to enter your bedroom.

He lays you out on the bed, left with your legs dangling off. His hips pushing past your knees parting you open. Your gaze darts over his figure, thumbs hooked around the hem of the muscle tee he wears.

It’s like some cheesy scene out of an 80s movie. Jaemin playing the role of the heart throb that everyone writes about in their diaries at night. Crying about fantasies they only wish on shooting stars to come true. His bodies flawless, built to perfection. Stomach twitching in with each deep breath. Scattered beauty marks that look good enough to trace together taunt you. Bending forward at your waist to scratch down the sides of his abdomen. He’s hard under soft smooth baby-like skin. It’s maddening to finally feel him, pinching together the flesh covering his hips. Shoving at the jeans keeping you from what you really want.

The smell of his fat cock hits you first. Button near ripped off as you ferociously tug off his jeans. Rapid movements free him. Thick hard cock completely shown off. Too heavy to stand on it’s own, dangling half way up to his stomach. You lick around the tip, savoring the pre-cum already leaking from his slit. Jaemin stops you, running fingers through your scalp.

“Later. Let me see you.” He commands. Softly pushing you down on your back. Legs parted open around his hips. Cunt pulsing, winking seductively. As if you weren’t intent on fucking him until you both pass out. The tip of his cock prods your entrance, groaning as he runs his hands through his hair. The frustration only prolonged when you sit up.

“Please, alpha. Let me just…” you plea, wrapping around his shoulders. Lifting your ass off the bed, you grind up and down. Wet puffed folds squeeze his cock. Your moans breaking echoing out around the room. Wet lewd sounds growing louder and louder as you continue. Using the power of his weight to lift yourself up and down.

Slick puddles under your ass, making a nasty mess. Ass landing down on the pool of wetness with each roll of your hips. Jaemin’s big hands clutch your waist. Gritting his teeth, lining up to your hole.

“Oh fuck!” He howls. Neck tossed back lighting up prettily with veins pumping full of blood in a rush. Chest rising and falling, his stomach sinks in below. Cock thrumming maddeningly inside.

“Alpha!” You fall back limp. Jaemin scoops around you, hips falling into a rapid motion. Fucking you in earnest. Giving you every inch of length. Balls slap your cunt shooting out gushes of your slick with each pounding thrust.

“Baby, fuck f-fuck..” Jaemin moans out. Mouth hung open above yours. Passing exerted breaths into each other's throats. Sucking down little bits of each other above and below.

“Alpha….ahhh” you fall into tears. Overwhelmed, too many pleasure filled sensations erupting at once. Weakly, you croon- “c-cumming.”

Your pussy clutches around him. Jaemin having to throw his entire body into each thrust. Screaming past gritting teeth through your first orgasm. Only spurring him to fuck you until you’re his.

Pulling out with another row of slaps to your thigh, he effortlessly throws you down. Lifting you only to display the power he has over you. Throwing you down on your stomach like you weigh nothing. Showing no sign of struggle, he mounts the backs of your thighs. Shooting stings up your back with a fierce slap on your ass.

His cock slips back in, grunting, biting out mumbled words about how tight you are. His chest lays on your back. Pushing the last bits of air from your lungs leaving you wide eyed and gasping.

His hands splay around your head. Face turning to watch the flex in his forearms. The strain in his biceps. Plummeting his hips inside you devilishly. Left to be nothing but a stupid fuck hole. You groan, hanging your tongue out licking up and down his right arm. His eyes grow large gazing ahead. Drawn away from the smack of your ass on his hips. Lowering to press you down completely, his arm sinks around your neck.

“Is that what you want?” Jaemin tightens the chokehold. Fucking you harder, left with no choice but to suck in struggled breaths. Coughing behind the rippling bicep hitting your chin as he squeezes your neck tighter. Your ass bruising under every impactful hit of his hips. Cock pistoning inside at a delirious angle, hitting just right where you need. You croak, crying, kicking your feet. Fucked by the force of a feral alpha leaving you with no choice but to submit. “Bite me! Do it!”

Your teeth drill down, chewing up the meaty muscle in front of you. Growling like a wild omega lost in your heat. The skin under your mouth blooms in pinks, reds, quickly turning shades deeper. Only egging you to maul him more, lapping, sucking. Chomping on his bicep as if you may actually eat him alive.

You scream in pleasure. Feeling more fucked out and animalistic than any heat before. Jaemin’s growls booming out behind you. The bed shaking hard enough to bang against the wall. You tap repeatedly against his forearm. Cunt fluttering around his hammering length.

“Alpha! Knot me! Knot me knot me knot me!!” You chant, crazed and cock drunk. Screaming for cum to rip your insides apart. Craving Jaemin’s hot climax more than anything. Suffocating in his unrelenting chokehold.

The knot expands, stretching you apart so far your ass parts open. Squished thighs spreading as the alpha’s load spills. Satiating you beyond relief, for a moment. Your hands weakly drag down to the bed. Leaving behind raw marks of nails and bites all over his built meaty arms. Something to look forward to later when he walks around shirtless. A true alpha, proud to be marked up by an omega.

“You like that?” Jaemin gasps. Sucking the sweat draping your nape. Warm words muddling your thoughts deeper into a lost abyss. “Like how I fuck you full? Hmm.”

His hips jolt, arms loosening around your neck. He reaches down, pulling your bodies onto your sides. Knot stuck inside, endlessly shooting cum filling your womb.

His knot takes what feels like hours to go down. Pussy lips hugging around him as he softens. Jaemin staying as still as possible. Releasing pained hisses as your cunt sucks around him pleading for more.

He cuddles up to your back, smoothing a large palm down past the dip of your waist. Ending at your hip, tracing soft circular motions. A deep humm sounds from his chest, vibrating down your spine. You squirm, smushing your bottom down on his hips. Persisting he fuck you again, and again.

“Shh shhh, stay like this for a little baby. You’re so tight, have to get you used to what a real alpha feels like.” Jaemin coo’s. Kissing up your shoulder to your ear ending in a heated whisper. Tongue dipping inside, licking between each crevice. Soft cock beating like a heart inside of your wet core. He thrusts up only once, size twitching as he expands. Hips circling, stirring your guts with the tip of his cock nestled in your cervix.

“Mmm alpha…big..” you mewl too strung out to form anything more coherent. Rubbing your cheek on your bedding lingering with Jaemin’s scent.

“I’ll have you formed to my cock. Leave you fucked so full of cum. Take care of you through every heat baby. Leave you hung off my knot until it’s all you know.” Jaemin goes on, drawling garbled nonsense.

“..every heat?” You ask. Tightening around his hardening member. Fattening up as he grows, stretching your walls apart. Each vein on his thrumming length pulsing inside of you faster as excitement builds.

“Every single one.” Jaemin nibbles down the expanse of your neck. Teeth sinking in your shoulder, pulling out to the tip. He thrusts in fully one go leaving you choking for air. “You’re my omega now.”

next—> Dreaming

a/n:

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @gomjohnny @xxhoseoksie

Dreaming (M)

Preview: GO—>

“You’re still using suppressants?” Jaemin’s scowl deepens. The foiled packet of pills wrinkles between his fingers. Veins trailing his inner wrist pulsate at rapid speed.

“Jaemin, don’t start.” You try to snatch them away. His palm slaps over your forearm pausing your attempt. Fingers burning where they land. His skin feels bubbling hot against yours. The wave of fire sparking from his grip powerful enough to turn you into a pile of ashes. “You’re..you’re burning up..”

His eyes drag up, deep brown hidden by an electric red. Your throat hitches, breathing out a silent gasp in panic. Jaemin’s rut finally snapped.

Pairing: alpha Jaemin x female omega reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Genre: a/b/o, pwp, smut, M/F, dom Jaemin

Smut Warning: phone sex, masturbation, use of ‘oppa’, multiple orgasms, squirting, crying, fingering, praising, oral, rut sex, manhandling, exhibitionism, sex in public, rimming, anal, breeding, knotting, subspace. the usual lol.

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a/n: I’m in heat for the 1939384 time. enjoy💙

“You never miss it out here?” Jaemin’s voice blends with the waves crashing mere feet before him. His teeth take up more than half of your phone screen, waving his arm toward the ocean, full of happiness.

That type of care-free ‘life is weightless in this moment’ happy. One of those rare joys only present under warm sun. Spending his last days back home stuck at the beach before university takes up his time.

He laughs, a rumble deeply passing through your phones speaker. Jogging away as the tide catches up to him, falling to his knees on a dry patch of sand. He leans in closer displaying the high pink glow simmering across his round cheeks.

“Burying your toes in the sand..” Jaemin sighs. Fluttering his eyes shut for a minute to enjoy the thick salt water breeze. Damp hair frames his forehead, blowing softly with the air. He sucks air between his teeth, tasting the last days of summer on his tongue. “Coming out here late at night. Counting all the constellations. Pretending to act scared whenever we swore we spotted flying saucers..”

“I never liked the water honestly.” You groan, adjusting onto an elbow to admire the Alphas brightly lit features closer. The three weeks since you’d last seen each other felt like months now. From late night texts that quickly exchanged to panting over the line. Passing secrets of lust, desires that would be hard to reveal face to face.

“You don’t like water?!” He clutches at his chest dramatically. Letting out a broken hearted sigh. “Why are you trying to ruin all of my memories of you walking out of the ocean in slow motion? You have no idea how many ruts those have helped me through.”

“Alpha, I had no clue you were this much of a pervert.” Your eyes roll, playfully. Easing deeper into your bed under the tune of Jaemin’s vocals, interrupted with occasional laughter. Quietly listening with your face half buried in a pillow as his banter grows into an argument he’d had with Jaehyun.

“I told him! That’s MY razor! He’s so stubborn! Hasn’t even lived at home for years. Still manages to find ways to annoy me.” He sneers. Making you hide your face from his view to calm your traitorous heart, displayed across your features. Even his whining was cute.

He’d done quite the number on you.

Jaemin pipes up again, continuing with an even whinier voice about how you keep disappearing from the camera.

“Hey..can I call you later?” Jaemin asks with a hint of shyness carrying in his tone.

“Of course you can, little baby.” You snicker, amused. “So polite.”

“I don’t know. What if you’re sick of me already.” Now his eyes roll. Putting forward a nonchalant act, a mildly defensive one. “I’ve been calling you everyday..you know.”

Flush spills down your cheeks, filling your chest with warmth. “I’ll never get sick of you.”

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Jaemin calls, right as you climb into bed ready to relax. Preparing scenarios of rapturous dreams to peel away the days exhaustion.

Thick brows and wrinkled forehead take over your phone screen. Knitting together in confusion.

“Can you turn your light on?” He asks, desperately. Slowly extending out his arm, unveiling bare planes of defined chests muscles. “Was kind of hoping we could..”

The camera lowers enough to catch a glimpse of hip indentations. Tight stomach muscles, a patch of hair leading to bliss.

“Ah, Alpha..is that why you called me so late?” You stifle back a yawn. Peaking at the time as you reach for your bedside lamp. 11:45pm, a real nightcap.

“We haven’t tried this over video yet.” Jaemin’s brows bounce suggestively.

“Did you just take a shower?” You note water droplets clinging to the ends of Jaemin’s hair. Cascading off his chest as they fall.

He angles the camera lower, propping it against some container to capture all of his torso, arms, broad shoulders, long neck.

“I did..” his voice lowers, reaching out of sight, below his navel. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Alpha, are you?”

“Last time, when you were biting me.” Jaemin smirks, his eyes shadowed nearly cut off from your view. Lip tweaking at the corners as his arm jerks. Beginning to stroke at himself out of view. “That's all I can think about now.”

“W-when do you think about it?” You flush, reaching inside your underwear. A rush of slick drips through your fingers. Passing back and forth to smear it around. Jaemin’s bicep flexes delectably, biting back a groan.

“All the time..let me- let me see.” He pleads, stepping back far enough to catch a glimpse of the base of his shaft. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Acting fast you shove up your bed, setting your phone against a pillow with one hand. A row of curses echo, Jaemin tugging up his length to hit his stomach with a loud slap. Palm flattened rubbing himself. Precum spreads around the center of his abs, biting down a groan.

“I think about biting you too.” He mutters. Keeping his moans low in his bedroom back home. “Mark you up, leave a piece of me all over you. Bite you hard enough to scar, remind you who you belong to.”

His breath catches, wrapping around his size, gaining speed. Clutching onto whatever his phones sitting on with his free hand. His stomach caves in, jerkily twisting up to meet his working strokes.

“Alpha..” you arch forward. Matching up Jaemin’s movements with your digits. Rubbing your clit, fixated on the way his chest tightens. Protruding out with deep inhales.

“I’m close.” His throat bobs, bending in closer. Hunched over in half, rapidly pulling at his cock. Throaty grunts charge through your core, writhing up imagining him on top of you easily like this.

“Ughhh Jaem..” you whimper. Brows bunching together painfully. As quiet as he tries to be, the growl behind each stifled moan is enough to stir your gut into a frenzy.

Choked on air fills your room, the both of you climaxing seconds apart. Chasing relief from days of pining through text messages and calls culminating.

“I haven’t..that..ever..” you let out a laugh between exhausted sighs. Orgasm crashing through the end of your spine like a car wreck. Head still spinning watching Jaemin’s glistening abdomen twitch. He’s chewing over his bottom lip, continuously dribbling cum. Shooting weakly and haphazardly between muscle indentations.

“Me either..fuck..” he’s says breathlessly. Dragging fingers through his re-dampened sweaty locks. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“You make my brain hurt, Alpha.” You giggle. Dropping your face to the side holding back a yawn.

“I can make more than that hurt.”

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It’s reminiscent of the first time you reunited with Jaemin all over again. Your heart pounds erratically. Nervous pangs shoot through your gut. Shoes scuffing against the sidewalk the more rapid your pacing grows.

His dazzling smile feels like a punch through your ribcage. Lodging a row of breaths in your lungs as he walks over to you.

He's as handsome as ever. Black hair quaffed away from his face. The beaming smile shoving his cheeks up radiates in person. A baby Alpha in all of his glory, flourishing under rays of sunlight. As if the sky was made only for him.

“Hey” his voice breaks your haze. The sound of Jaemin’s heavy bag landing on the pavement barely registers. Built arms encase your waist, swiftly swooping you from the ground.

A round of careless laughter swirls around. The Alphas nose searching for easy access to your neck. Deep inhales tickle along your scent gland, enough for Jaemin’s eyelashes to flutter against your jaw.

“Jaemin!” You shriek. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder sheepishly.

Palms slip down tightly gripping over your ass. Jaemin’s chest rumbling. Squeezing and letting go repeatedly.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers, delivering a light slap to your bottom. Setting you back on your feet to get a good look at your face. “Three weeks is much too long.”

“You’re toooo much.” It’s hard to not whine under the Alphas trained gaze. His affect more powerful than you were willing to accept.

“But you like it.” Jaemin’s grin expands. Twirling your figure around too gleefully. “It’s not like I finally grabbed your attention by being too little.”

The added flex of his biceps is meant to be nothing but impromper. Tugging your face into the warmth of his chest, lips brush along your earlobe.

“If I remember correctly, you enjoyed how much I am. Over and over again, until your eyes fell into the back of your head.” He goes on, murmuring softly. “Has anyone ever fucked you like that? Made you die and come back to life?”

You’re tempted to fan yourself as you pull away. Palms lingering on his defined pecs longer than you should.

“College did a real number on you.” Your eyes roll. No need to further stress yourself over how much experience he’d gained the past few years. The smooth attitude and natural confidence was enough. Far from the young boy who threw a tantrum the one time you were asked to babysit him.

This Jaemin, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to finesse for what he wanted. Masked intent of a vulture hidden behind that perfect smile.

“Now, before you toss me down to the floor and eat me alive in front of all these innocent bystanders- let’s get going.” You motion along to your car. Failing to not notice the flex and contorts in Jaemin’s bared arms. The way his forearms twitch as he hauls up his bag setting off alarms.

“Would that be so bad? If I took you right here.” He answers lacking sarcasm. Trailing close behind you. He nods to a nearby bench. “I like the idea.. of getting caught.”

Unlocking your car, you open the passenger door for him. A need to knock him off his high horse for just a second.

“That’s a bit much don’t you think?” You snicker, ignoring how flustered he already has you. “Your chariot awaits, Madam.”

Jaemin’s blinding smile returns. Slowly analyzing your face, noting the way your gaze darts around him. Avoiding direct eye contact. His throat clears, leaning in closer.

“I’m into whatever you’re into, baby. None of that toxic masculinity Alpha bullshit.”

“You’re really so..” you bristle, shaking your head. Resisting incessant urge to smile back.

“I’m really soooo..” he sighs, throwing his bag inside. Chin coming to rest on the opened car door. Blinking too fast reminds you of old times. Your best friend's little brother staring at you over the couch. Pouting until you’d invite him to sit by your side during movie nights.

“Yea. You are.” You end it there. Tapping the car door persisting him to climb in. With a smirk and a lifted brow, Jaemin settles inside the car.

Never one to waste time, he compliments your dress. Thankful that a push of a button reved your engine to life. An image of fumbling your keys with sweaty fingers passes by dreadfully.

“Is it possible you’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time I saw you?” Jaemin lets out a sappy sigh. Reaching out for your hand closest to him, tracing the tips of your knuckles. He’s relentless.

“Ah.. stop..” you wave his touch off. Ignoring how much warmer everything felt with the Alpha near. The spectacle he made back at the train station was enough to leave you embarrassed and thirsty. “I’m driving now. Behave yourself.”

“I could drive..” Jaemin makes no effort to hide his stare. Scanning your exposed thighs up to your tapered waist. A cute dress bringing all of your curves to light. You had to know he was going to scoop you up by your ass after three weeks of masturbating over the phone. “You could do something else.”

You scoff turning into a neighborhood. GPS navigating through the speakers to avoid heavy traffic this way. Jaemin peeps through the windshield noting an empty street, advancing with his chance to make a move. A large palm splays over your thigh, inching his fingertips between where you’re squished together.

“Alpha..” you gasp in surprise. Gripping the wheel tighter, stretching skin across your knuckles painfully. “What are you doing?”

“Pull over.” Jaemin lowers his voice. Pinching the delicate warmed skin between your legs.

“You need to wait..” you start, subtly glancing around the street for an area to park.

“I can’t wait. It’s been weeks. I’m serious. You’re lucky I didn’t take you back there at the station.” Jaemin bites down on his lip. Firm grasp growing more aggressive, kneading over your inner thigh like doe. “I can smell you leaking for me already.“

“Jaeminnnn…” you drag out his name just to taunt him. Already reversing into a spot, car jerking thanks to the Alpha shifting into park before you’ve straightened out. “Jaemin!”

The next thing you know a clicking sound echoes. Seat belt whipping off his shoulder, freeing himself to crawl over the divide. Jaemin prowling like a starved Alpha, discovering his meal for the day.

“Come here.” His voice turns gruff, muffled. Adjusting your weight off the seat enough to squeeze himself underneath.

“You’re a nuisance!” You squeal. Burying into his chest uncomfortably. Legs stretched out onto the neighboring seat. Jaemin circles under your thigh, pulling you apart. Throwing your calf over the steering wheel leaving your center exposed.

“Fuck, and you’re dripping wet.” The grin in his tone breaks free. Gathering your dress up with his other hand, burying his chin into your shoulder watching your thighs tremble. “Who’s that for? That for Alpha, baby?”

“Someone could see!” You attempt to pry from his hold. Knee bending over the wheel, clothed core facing the windshield. Anyone walking by would see everything.

“That’s the point.” Jaemin growls. Nibbling his way up your jaw, sucking on your earlobe. Two fingers dip between your slit pushing the drenched down cotton in. Panties soaking up slick shamefully fast. Pussy pushing out around the fabric the harder he seeps inside. “I asked you a question. Who are you this wet for?”

“Jaem..” you whine, twitching against him. Watching through squinted eyes as your core becomes exposed. Underwear completely wedged up inside of you, nestled dangerously deep. Pressing friction on your clit with each swipe of his digits. Slick glosses over his hand, pouring out ferociously.

Jaemin’s flattened palm smacks down on your mound. Biting roughly at your earlobe with a sound of disappointment. “Do you want this to hurt? I won’t be nice.”

He gathers your weakened underwear, tugging it up roughly. Sending your hips flying up chasing after the painful sting. Engorged clit throbbing painfully the more he tugs at the fabric. Playing with you like a puppet master, left limp, moving at his will.

“Alpha…Alpha..” your neck drops releasing the saddest sob. Jaemin huffs on your cheek, breath catching from the helpless need emitting.

“My Omega.” He sighs. Pinching your folds over the cotton. Rubbing your aching core back and forth torturously. “Get this wet for me. For you Alpha.”

“Yes yes, it’s for you. It’s for you.” You start to blabber. Rolling your hips up in hopes of something more. “Alpha, it’s for you. Please, please let me.”

“You wanna cum?” Jaemin mouths your cheek. Squishing into your face, watching the way your eyes roll back up close. Feathery eyelashes fluttering, skin folding between your brows. All of it awakening primal hunger inside. Biting back a growl on your jaw as he fingers your clit. Underwear ruined, see through from the slick dripping down to mid-thigh.

“Alpha..make me..” your eyes clench shut, teeth gritted. The sound of a car engine revving up stiffening your jerking motions. “Jaemin!”

“Not so shy anymore are you baby?” He grins, sucking over where your jaw meets your neck. Plunging his digits inside your heat with an aggressive shake. Fingers buried deep throttling your climax forward. Fucking down into the sweet sensation, finally hitting your insides.

“A-alpha…Alpha!” You scream, arching up hard. Loose leg shaking out, fucked into rough and deep. Orgasm breaking, shooting slick through the air across to the passenger seat. Flowing out around Jaemin’s hand cupped around your cunt. “Oh fuck!”

Jaemin’s ragged breaths fill your ears. Eyes blown out in awe watching the way you pour out like a fountain. Squirting far enough to hit the window.

“All that for Alpha?” He questions only to mock you. Dragging his fingers free and landing a smack over your sopping panties. “Where am I supposed to sit now?”

“I…sorry…Alpha.” You spew. Face turning side to side not even registering anything he’s saying anymore. Jaemin tsking, sitting you both up straight. Rubbing circles on your sore inner thighs.

“Alpha has to do everything for you.” Jaemin laps up your cheek. Enjoying the taste of tears, his tears. Fallen from your sockets for him. He works over the column of your throat, sucking on tender skin roughly. Sinking his teeth in with a desire for more.

“We..” you mewl. Flailing your arms out in search of the wheel. “We need to go.”

With a vexed sigh, he nods. Returning you to your seat with no issue, he makes way back to the other side. His knees meet the floor first, giving you an overly confident look. Dark pools stay fixated on you as the Alphas neck cranes lower. Tongue hung out slurping up the puddle of your slick coating the passenger seat.

“Oh my God.”

Jaemin looks crazed, sadistic. Rubbing his lips together savoring every hint hidden in your essence. With a vulgar drag of his lips he slurps aggressively. Popping his mouth off with a pleased sound. He winks, sitting down, licking any residue left behind on his chin.

Your bottom jumps up, startled at the sound of your ringtone. Tongue-tied, steadfastly losing any type of coherence after the show Jaemin had just put on.

“Shit. It’s your brother.” You nibble on your bottom lip with quick panic. Shooting the Alpha a glance at your side, silently saying ‘be quiet’ before answering Jaehyun’s call. “Oppa, why are you always calling me at the worst times? I’m driving.”

Jaemin’s stare traces over your features. Dragging his tongue slowly around the roof of his mouth to quell annoyance. Tickled with a familiar tinge of jealousy. One he’s carried for years. Endless days watching you flirt with Jaehyun, the both of you denying any rumors you were ever more than friends. Rumors that only increased once you’d presented.

He bites down on the tip of his tongue. Moving on it’s own the more you carry on conversation. Thrumming his fingertips along the door for some calm. He wards off the clear memories of all the times you’d tease Jaehyun. Pouting and widening your eyes as you’d whine in the cutest voice. ‘Oppa? Buy it for me pleaseee.’

“Yes yes. Your brother made it in one piece.” You huff. Jaehyun going on about how his baby brother could be a handful, but had a good heart despite it.

“He’s still immature. Has some growing up to do. I think time in Seoul on his own will help him gain independence. Don’t baby him too much though alright?” Jaehyun rambles. Making you squirm in your seat with the constant reminder that Jaemin’s younger. Immature.. has a lot to learn.

“I think he’s more matured than you’re letting on.” You say. Maybe it’s a sense of maturity Jaehyun wouldn’t understand.. one that you had only come to understand recently yourself.

“Ah, he’s a charmer right?” Jaehyun snickers. Scoffing under his breath. “Don’t let that perfect smile fool you! He’s an imbecile, I’m serious. Surprised he even got into Seoul University. Don’t get me wrong, we’re all proud. Surprised though.”

“You’re an imbecile.” You jest. Laughing at the sound of offense playing through your phone. “It takes one to know one, ya know? We have to get back on the road. Traffic is finally dying down.”

You and Jaehyun begin your goodbyes. Was he always this impossible to get off the phone? An imbecile, truly.

“Alright alright.” Jaehyun chuckles. “Thank you again for helping Jaem out like this, yea? Really owe you one. I’ll have to visit soon, take you out for dinner.”

“Yea yea yea. I’ll believe it when I see you picking up the check before I can even steal a look.” Your eyes roll. Ready to remind Jaehyun he still owes you $10. “Anyway. Talk soon ok? Take care of yourself.”

Hanging up, you toss your phone down. Pulling your seatbelt back on with a shimmy back into your seat. Better to have not strung along conversation further. Jaehyun could really talk your ear off if you’d let him.

“Oppa?” Jaemin startles you with the raised question.

“Huh?” You blink your attention back to him with confusion.

“You called Jaehyun, Oppa…” Jaemin shrugs. “Haven’t heard that in awhile s’all.”

“I did? Oh, ahh. Old habits die hard I guess.” You send him back a shrug. Refocusing on the GPS to get you home. Currently rerouting to find the best way around traffic.

“It’s interesting that you ever called him that to begin with.” Jaemin continues. His tone carrying no real emotion despite whatever was going on in his head. “You’re only a few months younger than him, right?”

“Well, yea.” You reply uninterested. Watching yourself back-up through the rearview mirror. Speeding off faster than you should through a residential neighborhood. Your fingers drum over the steering wheel, pursing your lips in thought. “Jaehyun used to ask me to. Something about how it made him feel ‘cool’ when other people heard it.”

Jaemin hums, reaching across the gap between your seats. Thumb falling into caressing strokes over your knee. Gaining a surprised small jolt from you in reaction. His brow quirks, turning to face you.

“What if I asked you?” Jaemin says. Still casual. Casual enough to pass as a silly joke. Even fooling around, Jaemin’s demeanor never changed very much.

Gaging it as taunting you respond with a bored laugh. Rolling your eyes to the side quick enough for him to catch.

“Very funny. Jaeminie Oppa? Is that what you want to hear?” You emphasize his name. Vocals growing in pitch, popping your lips as the honorific passes. Jaemin’s fingers stroking your knee come to a halt. He digs in abruptly, jaw tightening. Setting a fierce lowered gaze on you. Hard enough to have you distracted at a stop sign. Annoying the driver across from you, waving angrily as they pull ahead.

“Jaemin Oppa.” He says, more stern. Skirting up the expanse of your thigh with a squeeze.

You snort, continuing to drive around the streets. Nervously pressing on the gas harder with each sweep of fingertips along your inner thigh.

“Yea right. I’m not calling you that.”

“Say it.” Jaemin pinches at your tender flesh with the command. Nudging his chin forward, expressing for you to go on. “Come on, indulge me a little.”

You guffaw, slapping ridiculously on the tattered leather cover protecting your wheel. He was joking, had to be joking. Jaemin pinches again, harder this time. Thumbnail digging deep enough to leave a crescent shape behind.

“Ow!” You jump up a little, slapping his hand away quickly. “God, what’s wrong with you? That hurt.”

Jaemin doesn’t budge. Brown irises turning cold as he wraps around your upper thigh. Landing heavily, sending a slapping sound of skin on skin throughout the car.

“Say it.” Jaemin bites out. Groping over your leg firmly. Your back stiffens, suppressing the moan wishing to embarrass you. With a swallow you step on the brake pedal at a red light. Lowering your stare to the hand splayed over your thigh.

“Jaemin..Oppa.”

Breath sucks through his teeth loudly. Adams apple bouncing with a swallow. Giving you a nod in approval as you return to driving.

Your cheeks heat up, embarrassed of yourself, or aroused. The two muddling together too often these days thanks to the Alpha.

“I like how that sounds.” Jaemin leans back. Never releasing his hold on your leg. Gazing outside of the window at passing by buildings. Repeating the soft defeated way you’d said his name. Mouthing ‘Oppa’ to his reflection pleased.

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“You have me for the next week, you know?” Jaemin looks pleased, slumped at the corner of your couch. Calves strung over his lap as he insisted. Complaining about how your feet hurt on the way up only led to a playful argument until you caved and allowed him to run his knuckles into your soles. Massaging away any of the weeks tiresome memories.

“That I do..” you smile to hold back a wanton whimper the harder his knuckles dig circles into the bottom of your foot. “Anything you wanna do?”

“Can we check out that park down the street? I wanna get a little exercise in. I feel all tight after that long train ride.” Jaemin suggests. Offering even to drive so you can relax a bit.

You’d expected the Alpha to spark an idea to shower, try the rooftop jacuzzi, anything to get you in less clothes. Surprised he would rather do something active that didn’t require much touching.

The park wasn’t very busy when you arrived. Late enough for younger kids to already have headed home, but early enough for teens to still hang around at tables. Recalling the days that it was you and Jaehyun. Sneaking out until sunrise just to feel free, away from any parental rules.

Jaemin passes by you like a gust of hot air. He was always warm, maybe too warm in comparison to how you felt. Noting the chill summer wind, strong enough to make every hair on your arm stand.

“Wanna try playing me?” He grins, spinning a ball between his hands expertly. You huff a laugh.

“I’m really bad at basketball, you know that right?” You express wearily. Eyeing the way Jaemin’s shirt clings to his back muscles. Sweat drenching down the center bringing the light defined shoulder blades. Why was he already so sweaty?

“I’ll go easy on you.” He winks, bending down in search for one of the waters you’d packed. Throat parched since the route up to Seoul. Jaemin asking you to throw in some extras because he’d been extra thirsty.

You probably should have paid better attention. Gaze stuck on his shorts riding up, thighs squishing as he squats. Planning on how to pants him when he shoots as you eye over how perky and round his butt looks.

He turns standing up fast interrupting your thoughts. Full brows knitted together appearing frustrated.

“You’re still using suppressants?” Jaemin’s scowl deepens. The foiled packet of pills wrinkles between his fingers. Veins trailing his inner wrist pulsate at rapid speed.

“Jaemin, don’t start.” You try to snatch them away. His palm slaps over your forearm pausing your attempt. Fingers burning where they land. His skin feels bubbling hot against yours. The wave of fire sparking from his grip powerful enough to turn you into a pile of ashes. “You’re..you’re burning up..”

His eyes drag up, deep brown hidden by an electric red. Your throat hitches, breathing out a silent gasp in panic. Jaemin’s rut finally snapped.

“Alpha, you.. your rut. You didn’t tell me!”

He hauls your weight forward, colliding into his chest. Ignoring your accusation. Snarling and throwing the pills aside. “I told you to stop using those.”

“Alpha, I have to. You’re not always here..” you struggle a bit. Rapidly turning uncomfortably hot.

“I’m here now.” He snaps. Hands suddenly all over your waist, trailing to your ass. Back up to your arms. Urgently needing to latch his scent all over you. “I’m never leaving your side again.”

“Jaem..Jaemin..Oppa.” You start to stutter, lowering your tone. Weakened by every burning graze of skin.

The Alphas eyes flicker bright red excitedly. Circling your waist until you’re flushed flat together.

“We can’t Alpha. Not here.” You’re already far gone. Jaemin’s scent intensifying under the claim of rut. Slamming your chest to dive in, split open at the seams, penetrated by every inch of the Alpha.

“Shh shhh.” Jaemin pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Training your hazed gaze on him. The sweat dripping down planes of his face catch your focus. Licking your lips in hopes of a taste.

He makes you walk backward until the backs of your thighs meet cool metal. Warming up as soon as your flesh rests there.

“Now now, would Oppa ever do anything to make you uncomfortable?” Jaemin tuts, nudging the tip of his nose to your forehead.

“Mmm..” you let out more of a whine than you wanted to. Clear consciousness long gone, letting him nod your head in agreement. Jaemin gives the small park a quick once over, it’s relatively empty, spare a few teens probably hiding in the bushes up to no good.

“No one will see us. Listen to Oppa, and everything will be okay. Can you do that?” He’s whispering, slowly enunciating everything with a cuter tone. Opposite to the grip digging into your ass. A smack follows, nudging his chin up. “Better we hide. Get up there baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Hesitating for less than a second, you climb up the few bars intended for children to use. Jaemin’s palms encourage you to move faster, pushing your ass up until you land on the metal playground. With a look around you note how dark it is now. Nightfall leaves the park emptied, nothing much but sound of light breeze surrounding you.

“See? I told you, always trust Oppa.” Jaemin places you on his lap. Hauling your hips to straddle him. Licking at the seam of your lips for an entrance. He cripples you with needy kisses. Nipping at your lower lip when you trap his tongue with a suck.

“Let’s play another game. One I know you’re better at.” His grins laced with deviant intent. Flattened palm on your chest pushing you down until your back lays flat on the metal flooring. Jaemin tugs the straps of your tank top down, pleased to find no bra in the way. Swirling his tongue around your nipple with a fixated gaze.

“Every part of you tastes so good.” He sucks on your hardened bud. Biting your areola hard enough to leave marks. Payback.

The breeze traveling by aiding in the goosebumps unraveling on your chest. Waist sinking forward to catch more of his sucking lips.

“Alpha..” you whimper. Cheeks heated up enough to melt tears from your eyes. Twisting your brows together frustrated. Jaemin cups your mound over your shorts. Thumb pressing between your folds.

“Say it.” He repeats, exactly as he had earlier.

“..Oppa” you start nervously, writhing into his palm. “Want you inside please please.”

“Where do you want Oppa? Tell me where. Tell Oppa exactly where you want him.” He retorts dumbly. Sucking your nipple with a rough pull until you croon.

“Want Oppa…in my pussy, please?” You wail, ending in tears. So embarrassed and turned on you can’t differentiate the two any longer.

Jaemin’s smirk widens. Landing a slap between your thighs before moving back enough to strip your bottoms off. Tossing them away, ending up at the top of a slide. He reaches for his sweats pushing them just above his knees. Wrapping a fist around his cock with a smooth stroke. Tip thick and shiny with precum. Cunt burning at the visual, stretching legs apart further to entice him in.

Jaemin’s Alpha takes over, fucking into you with one quick thrust. Moans hitching in your throats from the sudden sensation. Girthy cock pulsing between your sleek coated walls. “You’re so fucking wet already, oh my God.”

Jaemin’s mouth hangs open in ‘O’. Digging fingers into your hips, he starts off rough, fucking hard right off. He’s big, too big, ripping open your walls with each wet dip of his length.

“Wet for you, want you s-so much. Alpha, fuck me! Fuck me until I pass out, please.” Your voice cracks in plea. Tears welling up and spilling freely. Having to blink away the blur that Jaemin’s frame has become the more rapidly he moves.

His throat tightens, forcing past your clenched heat. Your requests hitting his ear drums like a strike of lightning. Ramming deeper to ensure giving you what you want.

You look debauched, eyes and lips swollen. Cheeks puffy with heat, stained by agonizing pleasured tears. Voice cracking from moaned screams, dry breaths you can’t find between the Alphas jackhammering lower half.

Jaemin’s hips jerk to a stop, catching a light sound of keys jangling. Doe eyes squinting as he tries to pick up footsteps. Noisy leaves and grass crunching closer and closer. His palm traps the moans singing from your lips. Flattening over the bottom half of your face.

He leans in, shoving a finger over his lips to press against the back of his hand. “You have to be quiet, we’ll get caught. Be quiet for me? For Oppa?” He whispers. Swiveling his hips slowly, cock snagging on a sweet spot deep inside you.

Your cries end muffled, tears streaking down to your sweat drenched hair. Loose neck dropping your head back to hit the metal playground. Jaemin cursing, shushing you again. Driving you mad with slow thrusts, hollowing out a space for his cock.

Jaemin’s teeth tug in his lips, fighting back growls. Ravishing in the drool forming under his palm. The way your eyes expand, blinking away tears clumping your eyelashes together. Desperately clawing at his ribs for some purchase. Grinding between your folds maddeningly until he hears nothing. Nothing but crickets and birds flying by. Nothing but your anguished trapped squirming pleasured moans.

He smears your spit over your cheeks upon releasing you. Too busy gasping for air to fill your chest to care. Coughing and shaking as thrusts return to a demanding pace.

“Good Omega, fuck baby, you’re so good listening to me like that.” He utters, quickly rewarding you with loving pecks. Sweet and caring, doting like a good Alpha ready to go to war for his mate. Thinking about it erupts tremors up your back. Shivering until your lips tremble between each kiss.

“Whose my baby? Hmm?“ Jaemin asks with a pointed thrust. Fucking hard, pulling a whimper from your gut with a particularly sharp jabbing roll of his hips.

“M-me.” You cough, smiling through the endless fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Jaemin knocking you breathless pumping deep inside. Full, too full and cock drunk to process much anymore.

“Know how much you love my cock baby. The way you gawked when I got on camera.” Jaemin breathily rants, mostly to himself. Drilling into your sopping pussy impossibly fast. Fucking hard enough to jerk your body up the metal structure little by little. Having to dig your nails into the dip of his waist for some control. “So fucking desperate for me. Desperate to get fucked. Like a good little Omega slut.”

“Alpha!” You shout, pleasure building faster, hitting a new high. Bruises bloom on your pelvis with every colliding press. Jaemin reaches for your shoulders, somehow tugging you closer. Cock hitting at an insane new angle that makes your toes curl in.

“Yea, cum around my cock baby. Cum for me sweet angel. My pretty fucking baby.” He stammers. Cock throbbing, feeling each inch bury in and out. Stretching your walls painfully full. “Fuck my knot into you?” He’s asking, not expecting much of a response. The way your head bounces, hung loose like a lifeless doll indication enough.

The first push at your hole has you squirming back. Hissing, blinking urgently, pulling him closer as best you can despite your bodies initial protest.

“Al-alpha!” You gurgle, coughing more. Jaemin hiking your calves onto his shoulders. Bending you in half to find a perfect angle. Knot expanding your hole open with faster with never ending thrusts.

Jaemin’s sweating heavily, dripping from his chin to your face mixing in with your tears. Panting and huffing like a beast setting your face aflame. Cock punching through your insides with every jostle.

“I’m..Oppa, ah! I’m..” you’re cut off, breaking into a whiny sob. Arching under Jaemin’s pressing weight, convulsing painfully around the Alphas knot as you cum. Shooting slick between your bodies. Jaemin grabs his shirt, pulling it away to watch the wetness pool in your belly button. Groaning with a gut stirring roll of his hips.

“You’re so fucking full.” Brown eyes flicker deep red watching the way the tip of his cock protrudes under your navel. Gleaming puddle of slick trembling like the beginning of some horror movie after each thrust.

“Fucking incredible.” He gasps, hips stuttering. Balls emptied, knot lodging him in place to slow down. Cock pulsing in the aftermath, spent enough to cool his heightened arousal.

“So perfect for me.” Jaemin repeats this often. Knowing your Omega needs reassurance of doing a good job satisfying your Alpha. Lowering your legs with a soothing rub to your hips until you’re moaning.

He sits up, cock nudging inside making you hiss. Softly cleaning off your face, stroking hair away from your eyes and cheeks. He blows over your slowly drying tears. “So pretty and good for Oppa. The best Omega, all I ever need.”

You’re elated from the caresses, airy kisses faintly painting your cheeks and jaw. Jaemin’s praises continue until your sobs quell. Transitioning to light sniffles and huffs of breath.

“I’m cold Oppa.” You shiver, hiding deeper inside Jaemin’s larger frame. Meaty arms encase you protectively, rubbing up and down until you warm up.

Jaemin helps you into his t-shirt. Risking the night chill to your car to ensure you’re comfortable. “My poor baby, let's go home.”

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The Alpha calms enough to drive the few blocks back to your place. Carrying you to your bedroom fast. Practically forgetting to lock your front door in a rush to get you impaled on his length again.

“Alpha..”

“You’ve been so good for me baby. So lucky, finally having a taste of you.” Jaemin lays you down. Ripping his t-shirt from your frame in a record speed as he kicks off his sweats.

He’s on you in seconds. Draping your thighs on his shoulders until your spine rounds, ass lifted up. Kissing against your core like he knows it hurts. Fucked until you bruised and ached for him, swollen to a painful point.

“Prettiest pussy.” Jaemin mumbles, soothing your thighs with caresses. “Best I’ve ever had.”

His tongue rolls around your clit, stopping to suck softly. Flicking the tip light enough to burn, making you hiss from the overstimulation.

He’s tender, licking between your folds meticulously. Nothing too rough, savoring the way slick audibly drops from your hole. Gliding lower, his chin grazes your entrance, catching on the way. Lips purse together sucking remnants of his cum from your hole.

He swallows it down, tongue breaching through to pick up anything left behind. Intent to fuck you full of cum until it spills from every hole. Covering every inch of skin in nothing but the Alphas seed until you’re sticky and crying, begging him to stop.

His tongue begins to thrust, groaning vibrations as you squeeze around him. Cunt convulsing needily despite the stinging burn. With a slap to your thigh, Jaemin sinks in faster. Jaw hinging and cracking from the pressure.

Drawing free he gasps for air, taking in your fucked out mindless appearance hungrily. Slick dripping off his chin landing over his chest like a waterfall.

“Still so wet for me.” He babbles, kisses up from your entrance to your clit. Slurping up slick with his pouting abused lips. “Tight little pussy, all mine. Just for me.”

“Uh-huh..” you try to respond. Voice broken, throat itching between syllables. Jaemin swooping lower nibbling at your rim has you arching, releasing a gust of air in shock.

“Make you cum again.” He laps and kisses your rim, teasing with just the tip of his tongue. Shaking your thighs in his grip until they clap around his face. “Love every part of you so much.”

He dives back in, slipping the wet muscle inside your ass with ease. Wiggling through past resistance, he groans, eyes rolling up. It’s mind numbing, a heat of humiliation surging through your gut. Diverted away quickly by a thumb pressing down on your clit.

Jaemin grunts, rubbing your folds side to side messily. Tongue straining inside your ass fighting for dominance until you relax. He keeps a consistent pressure on your clit, relieving you only to smack your pussy. Thrusting in your ass faster, deeper. Nose snagging on your entrance with each dip forward.

“Fuck! Al-alpha fuck fuck!” You cry, grinding on his tongue. Ass riding the face bouncing between your thighs. “I’m—I—I’m cu-..”

A shout rips out, tossing your head back, slick spouting aggressively from your core. Jaemin quick to hold you open against your urge to curl in. His face turns side to side with a hung open mouth. Squirt puddling on his tongue, trickling down his throat through your intense climax.

Everything feels good, too good. Nerves electric under each of his calculated movements. Figuring out how to make you shake into a pile of aroused despair.

Jaemin lowers your legs, hard cock so hot as it glides over your mound. Making you sob and recoil, telling him you can’t with a shake of your head.

“I know, baby.” He grits between teeth. Cock swiping up and down coating in thick amounts of slick. Jaemin reaches lower, circling fingertips over your puckered rim. Prodding a way in, finding no challenge after eating you out. “Pretty pussy can only take so much.”

You quietly hum, gasping as slick covered bulbous cockhead taps your rim.

“Give your Alpha everything..” his neck bends back, penetrating the suffocatingly tight muscle. Slick gathers around, pushed off his length inch by inch. Guttural groans fall from Jaemin’s mouth. The veins on his neck burst as he pauses half-way inside.

“Ah fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Too tight for me.”

It’s filthy, animalistic. Jaemin fucking an obscene sound of wetness gliding into the hilt. Slick bubbling out around his size. Hips roll down, stirring his cock inside, relishing in the death grip milking him.

“F-fuck.” He stutters. Finally cracking despite insatiable need to fuck for hours. Momentarily pacified by the new sensation wrapping around him. “So good taking all of me like this. Such a good Omega. Like how it feels deep in that ass baby? Tell me, tell Oppa how good it feels.”

He’s messy at first, almost slipping out as his hips lift back. Over eagerly thrusting back in making you bounce into him with powerful thrusts. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper.

“Unnngghhh..ye..yes-th” your head reels. Lost to the sound of the Alphas lewd words blending with the noisy sound of skin on skin. Balls clapping loudly with each land.

Your rim tightens up, too boneless to react much beyond a throat ripping shout as another orgasm rises. Jaemin bends in closer, bracketing your head allowing him to thrust even deeper. Hips angled devilishly, filling your hole up maniacally.

“Want my cum in your ass baby?” He pants into your mouth. Thrusts building, fucking into you even smoother. Sleek coated cock sliding between your ass cheeks with no defiance. Slick squishes out of your core, dripping down past his full sack. Clapping against your lower back faster with rapid chase for release.

You nod, mouthing a ‘yes’, you think. Blanking out too much to fathom any type of response.

Jaemin pulls your legs around his back, your ankles knocking together under the force behind each thrust. Hole splitting open around his throbbing mass mercilessly fucking in and out. In and out until you’re reaching euphoric high.

“There! Right there! Alpha!!” You scream, arching against his weight. Hips dig into your ass ferociously. Jaemin’s carnal need fucking you at an inhumane pace. Every one of his muscles fatigued, stiffly flexed and dripping with sweat.

“Yea? Love how I claim all your holes.” He mumbles. Breath unsteady, pressing your sweating bodies together fiercely. “Fuck you like you’re only mine. Until all you think about is your Alphas cock keeping you full.”

His cock never falters, ramming in full of power. Your mouth open and shutting, imagining words to reply with. All muddled and lost to the Alpha fucking you inside out.

Jaemin cups your cheeks, shaking you enough until you look at him. Veins bulge from the sides of his forehead. Thrusts growing sloppy, his lips pull back in a painful stretch. Gritting out how good you feel, how much he loves everything about you. Lips smash into yours, stealing your breath. Capturing the scream threatening to escape.

Jerking wildly the Alphas hips jolt to a stop. Chest caving, blacking out as the toughest orgasm rushes through him spine to balls. Spilling copious amounts of seed, enough to find a way out. Dribbling around his softening length down to your lower back. A mess of cum all over the bed combining with sweat and slick.

The entire room reeks of sex, love, humid like a 110 degree summer day. Scent seeping into your walls for weeks to come.

His forehead knocks into yours. Damp skin rubbing together roughly. Making you both wrinkle your eyes shut attempting to inhale some air. Jaemin adjusting his weight off to the side on a propped forearm. Cock jostling but staying locked inside of you. Waiting until you fully relax to avoid whining and hurting your feelings with the thought that your Alpha would wish to be anywhere else.

“Can’t c-can’t move Alpha.” You whimper, trying to grasp at your bed sheets. Fingertips numb to the touch. Jaemin coos, kissing and licking your face clean like a pup in love.

“Don’t move baby, Oppa will take care of you.” He mumbles between gentle pecks, nuzzling the tip of your nose with the lightest brush of his. “Rest a bit. I’ll get you fed and run you a bath. Anything for my perfect Omega.”

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Your eyes flutter open some hours later to the sound of knocking paired with your doorbell ringing. Throat attempting to clear away some of the dryness from overuse. Jaemin holds your shoulder down before you can move.

“I ordered food.” He sounds groggy. Doe eyes swollen from the nap. He yawns, pecking up your cheek with a smile. “I’ll get it. You grab the plates?”

“Mmm, food.” Your stomach rumbles at the thought, nodding and hissing as you try to sit up. Soreness radiates throughout your limbs. More tender than usual with Jaemin massaging your hips and thighs while you slept.

“Take your time.” He winks, hobbling into a pair of boxers on his way out.

Limping out of your room after him, Jaemin’s broad back looks too enticing. Coming to wrap around behind him as he opens the front door. Your chin finds rest on his shoulder, sounding warmed and pleased. The mundane sweet moment shattered by a deep awestruck pitch.

“Jaemin?!”

“Hyung?!”

“Jaehyun!” Your pleased expression drops. Blood draining from your face meeting your best friends shocked bulging eyes.

“Are you fucking my little brother?!”

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Chikan on the Train 🚆 💦

Pro-Hero! Mirio x Perv! Fem! Reader

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💪Notes: I just love this man and I wish he were real. My brainrot for this ball of sunshine is still not cured. Also, I don't think this needs to be said but just in case, Mirio doesn't use his quirk through all this because it goes in with the degradation kink! Just think about it lol.

⚠️ TW's: Aged Up Characters, Switching Between Reader and Mirio's Perspective, Public Sex (Railway Car), Slight Age Gap (Reader Early 20's College Student, Mirio Late 20's - Early 30's Pro-Hero), Possessiveness, Big Dick, Frotteurism, Slight Cock Warming, Groping, Foreplay, Dirty Talk, Praise, Marking/Biting, Teasing, Slight Edging, DubCon/NonCon, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (F! Receiving), Slight Manhandling, Degradation, Slight Choking (F! Receiving), Slight Anal Play (F! Receiving), Exhibitionism, Size Kink, Begging Kink (?), Doggy Style (Standing Up), and Creampie.

Summary: Reader is a horny slut that likes to wear short skirts to brush their bare thighs and ass up against random strangers on the train every. single. day. You always pick a target that suits your tastes and today you just so happened to spot a slightly older muscular, blonde man who you pick to be your next toy in satisfying your sexual desires. But little do you know it's Pro-Hero Lemillion and he doesn't mind teaching such a cute little pervert like you what could happen from doing such dangerous activities.

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          You tried to keep calm and act as though you were an innocent little bystander just trying to pass through the tight knit crowd on the train. People pressed shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, heavily breathing onto one another as they apologized for the unwanted closeness, but not you. You enjoyed this kind of scenario, just made it easier to do what you had planned for yourself every. single. day. You squeezed pass people you found uninteresting, but still took the opportunity to flaunt around in your cropped beige v-sweater with nothing underneath, showing off your perky nipples through the soft fabric and your short brown plaid skirt hugging your voluptuous ass as the lilac thong you purposely wore for this occasion that strung snuggly to your hips peaked out at the top hem of the skirt. You LOVED rubbing your ass along men's free hands, wanting to feel a stranger's touch on your body for the sheer titillation of it. You would pout when they would move away out of politeness, but the ones who stayed glued to where they stood and allowed you to push your plump, soft cheeks along their hardworking hands- those were the ones who made butterflies form in your stomach and got your cunt leaking.

'Honestly, letting a slut like me just rub on you like this...disgusting.' you would whisper to the pitiful, introverted business men you would encounter.

          Once you would get off the train though you would rush to the nearest public restroom and finger yourself to the idea of one of those pathetic men actually getting the courage to grope you themselves or even follow after you once you got off the train and scurried to the public restrooms, hoping they'd use you like the naughty girl you were- but they never did.

'Boring...' you would think to yourself as you washed your own juices from your hands at the sink and examined yourself in the mirror before leaving fully unsatisfied yet again for what felt like the hundredth time.

          However, today you felt like it would be different and that was because you wouldn't be going after useless business men. You wanted someone who would have the courage to give you what you craved. You were going to go after a different type of male on the train today, one who would have no problem showing you who's actually in control.

          You scoped the scene until you finally found a man that peaked your interest. You could only see the back of him as he was facing towards the window near the corner of the train's wall, but everything about him screamed dominant at you. He was dressed casually in a white hoodie, dark blue athletic shorts and beat up running shoes. He was tall, broad shoulders, well-toned and had an obvious muscular build. You shuddered at the thought of him easily picking you up in the air and being able to fuck you silly with no hesitation. You peeked up towards the back of his head, he had blonde locks where the bottom swept backwards and the top part would be arranged in a cowlick, you licked your lips contently with the thought of running your hands through his hair. You could see earphones poking out from his ear canal, such a great unsuspecting victim, you would think to yourself as you maneuvered your way through the crowd nearing the towering mass of eye candy you had your sights set on.

         He was looking down at his phone, so you couldn't see his facial features, but that didn't matter to you. You were just waiting for a chance to accidently bump into this hunk of meat and see if he was willing to play with you. Seconds, then minutes passed by leaving you to just carefully stare at the massive man that loomed before you as he gripped onto one of the holsters that dangled from the train's ceiling to steady himself flexing his bicep and finally putting his phone away to leave a free hand hanging carelessly at his side. You were grateful for the extra given minutes to take the chance to really analyze his size and stature. His arms bulged underneath his tight hoodie that seemed to hug every part of his torso in all the right places, you swore you could even see his back muscles protruding out from under the thick material making you unconsciously gulped loudly. You gazed downward towards his muscular calves and back up to his butt, making your mind wander deeper into the dark, horny void that plagued your mind seemingly every hour of the day. Even while you were in your college classes you would rut against your own hand under the long desk or purposely graze your breasts or ass on a fellow male student while passing by to "find a seat" as you seemingly apologized genuinely. You would usually pick your victims by if you found them intriguing in some way, whether they be muscular, rich, intelligent, or just down right attractive.

          The train finally made a slight turn and made your bodies sway, giving you an opportunity to slide your tender ass against the man's unoccupied large hand that lied relaxed at his side. You felt his rough digits twitch once he felt your smooth ample flesh hit the back of his humongous palm, but he quickly withdrew it from your behind. He didn't look back at you, so you assumed he probably brushed it off as an accident, but you wouldn't let this one go. He was far too much of a catch to just let escape from your grasp. You waited once again for your opportunity, but since the man had moved his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie you now accepted that you would have to rub up against his thigh, which you didn't mind, but you would just have to work a little harder this time. You pushed your cheeks up against his burly thigh with far more aggression this time not even waiting for a swaying motion from the train to make it look like an accident from your impatience.

         Oh, no. You were going all in with this bet.

          You were hoping to gain his attention and for him to finally get a clue about your main objective for this mischievous encounter by softly shaking your hips side to side causing you to rub not only your butt on this stranger's firm thigh, but also your drooling slit. Your facial cheeks felt hot and your stomach was churning from the anxiousness of being so forward with him unlike the other males you've attacked. Those times you just played it off as an accident with the train being too full of other pedestrians and you couldn't have helped it, but you soon realized this little action of yours would pay off as you suddenly felt a calloused hand gently, but firmly grab a hold of your arm and you were quickly placed in front of the man you were assaulting. You were now cornered between his thick arms as he rested his palms on the wall you steadied your back on. You looked up with wide eyes and immediately gasped as you held one of your hands up to your mouth in shock.

"L-Lemillion?!" you squeaked.

             The pro-hero quickly placed a thick calloused finger up to your faint cherry lips, shushing you and whatever poor excuse you were going to try and feed to him. He looked down at you with a curious look in his round eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face- making your own glow in admiration as your body felt as though you had stepped into the comforting, warm summer sun. His oval blue eyes were enchanting, such a deep blue you had never experienced seeing before other than through the TV screen on the news or from your phone on YouTube from the many videos of him at meetings or even during crisises without his helmet, but seeing those beautiful bold eyes in person was on a whole different level.

"You're quite the persistent one. Aren't you, Sunshine?" he asked straightforwardly with his smile still intact and a caring light beaming off of him as though he wasn't just a victim of assault.

          You immediately went red from head to toe and pulled downward at the end of your mini skirt trying to hide whatever shame you had left, if you even had any in the first place. Your heart was pounding loudly against your chest, ringing out louder and faster the longer you stared at the handsome Lemillion who you dared to try and molest on the public train. It confused you as to why he was continuing to smile at you as if you weren't in serious trouble by being caught by a pro-hero who had better things to do with his time than wait for the next stop to turn in some lowlife pervert to the local police. You mentally face palmed yourself for not being more careful in a city full of heroes, clearly remembering why you only targeted lowly business men again, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted by noticing the slight downward glances Lemillion would take down towards your slightly exposed chest from the v-line of your sweater and your plump thighs that stuck together with little beads of sweat trickling down them.

         Mirio was casually inspecting your body up and down to his own delight. A cute young woman like you trying to play herself off as an innocent little ray of sunshine making her way through the afternoon crowd even though you had been rubbing that huge ass of yours on every guy's hand on your way over to the other side of the car, but then you stopped close to him. Why him of all people this time, Mirio would never know, but he wouldn't deny the fact that he was giddy such a naughty thing like you appeared on this train route daily and that you were finally trying to tease him into groping you in one of the many risqué outfits you owned. On top of it all, you called him Lemillion in that sweet, sexy voice of yours- stuttering. Mirio felt as though he were floating high above the clouds at the moment, but he still wasn't quite sure what your end game was. If you were truly just being a tease and wouldn't go as far as you presented or....

          Mirio's mind trailed off, but it wasn't long til he noticed you were observant of his wandering eyes.

          You really wondered if the bright and humorous hero, Lemillion, would really turn you in to the police department or....if he had other ideas in store for you? You decided to keep up the sweet angelic act as though you had no idea what Lemillion was talking about.

"I-I don't know what you mean?" you meekly replied as you glanced at the random people that surrounded the both of you.

          He lightly used one of his hands to guide your face and focus back onto him. He used his thumb to trace your plump bottom lip and caressed the side of your face, the size comparison of his hand to your entire head was colossal and you could feel your pussy throbbing impatientily at what actions the pro-hero might do next as he leaned closer into you.

"Don't play dumb," he purred playfully into your ear tickling you with his warm breathe, "I've seen you doing this for weeks on end now, you little minx."

          You drew in a breathe of air out of astonishment at Lemillion's words, he's been watching me for that long now? Was the only thought that came to your mind. You were disappointed in yourself for not noticing that you were being watched by someone, but at the same time you were overcome with the feeling of pure flattery.

         The Pro-Hero Lemillion was keeping his eyes on you??

          A light, feathery feeling came to surround your heart and it flowed throughout your body almost like magic, you could feel it all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You felt as though you were looking through rose colored lenses, but you quickly snapped back to your current situation as you still had to reply.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'll stop-" you started just to be interrupted by Lemillion's kind yet deep voice.

           "Tsk tsk" he teased, "Lying's no good, sweetheart."

            He quickly closed whatever little space was left in between the both of you, making it almost impossible to breathe or escape as your boobs pressed up against his ribcage and his pecs were so close to your face you wanted to scream like an erratic fangirl. You swore you heard him curse about how big your assets were, making your head turn to the side to try and hide your face as you embarrassedly bite your bottom lip as you felt his digits creep up your succulent thighs to the hem of your skirt slowly hoisting it up, grazing his skin sensually across yours-making you shudder. 

"Should I give you a lesson about what could possibly happen when cute young women like you play these types of dangerous games?" Lemillion's words darkened as he swiftly turned your body around so you would now be facing the wall and window of the train as he slid you further into the corner, rubbing his lower half on you to make you acknowledge the huge bulge forming in his shorts.

           You could see your face in the reflection of the train's window wearing a curious grin as a reddish heat covered your cheeks and ears.

"Please teach me a lesson, Lemillion..." the words rolled off your tongue sheepishly, but no one could miss the libidinous undertones behind your voice no matter how virtuous you acted.

           Your heart pitter pattered at the anticipation of Lemillion's touch and what he would possibly do to punish you for your lewd crimes as you held your hands up against the glass for support. You could feel the cool air on the train hit your bare ass when the pro-hero finally lifted up your plaid skirt over your hips, exposing the skinny lilac string that was being hidden between your plush cheeks. One of his hands traced the lining of your thong to your hips while the other hand cupped one of your ass cheeks and rubbed on it roughly while being generous enough to give you some light smacks, causing a shocked gasp to escape from your mouth just to be covered by the hand that was tracing your skimpy underwear.

"Are you trying to get other people's attention? Not that I mind....as long as they only watch." Lemillion stated almost possessively as he soothed the ass cheek he had been slapping in the carress of one of his scarred hands.

          "Hahh, I'm not t-trying to..." you denied still stifling to hold back a moan through hot panted breathes.

"Then you have to try and keep your voice down better than that." Lemillion sung as he gave you one last light slap to your ass making it ripple in his palm as he watched with thirsty eyes.

          The feeling of his rough appendages running up and down your body, exploring every nook and crevice of your skin sent shivers down your spine. Lemillion wasn't leaving a single area on your glorious figure untouched, it was obvious he was taking his time and enjoying every little erotic sound that left your slutty mouth. His hands were so enormous, every time he took a grip on your body you felt so tiny and helpless against his touch. The feeling of his firm abs rubbing against your back was heaven, the way his burly arms curled around you vastly made your heart flutter. You could feel your core aching and pulsing like a heartbeat every time his hand would drift lower and graze your soaked needy slit just to go right back up to your hip or go even further to play with your chest.

"You're this wet already? You really enjoy a complete stranger doing whatever they want to you?" he grunted into the crook of your neck as he curled over your body rocking his hard-on into you.

           "I can't help it when you're touching me like this-!!" you mustered out fraily, looking down towards your chest.

"It could be any one of these other men on this train touching you like this though, huh? You'd still get wet like this for them, wouldn't you?" Lemillion pressured you to answer as your body caved to his motions and started rolling back into him.

           You bite your lip at the harsh truth of his words, you would get wet for nearly anyone and everyone, but you'd never been this excited before. Not that it makes it any better, but right now in this moment, Lemillion was the only man on your mind. In fact, you didn't even know if you could go back to lowly business men or any other men for that matter after being used by a pro-hero such as himself.

                                          SLAP!!

           Another slap to your ass was initiated, but unlike the others from earlier this one was far harder, making your head dart back up towards the ceiling and tears appear in the corner of your eyes with an "ahn!"

"I expect an answer out of you when I ask a question, Sunshine." Lemillion demanded.

           You hestitated, "I get wet for almost anyone, but not like this- I promise!!"

"What a good girl you can be," he hummed in satisfaction at your honesty, "if only you could act like this all the time."

          Lemillion lifted your cropped sweater with his free hand, freeing your unsupported breasts and immediately grabbing them in the palms of his hands.

"Either way, you're still a huge pervert." he added nonchalantly.

You melted at all the degrading things he was calling you as he slipped in cute little nicknames here and there, such as sunshine, or make remarks about how cute you were-- but you didn't mind the bitter words that cut into you. You liked it, as expected of a slutty woman like me, you would think.

The unfeeling pads of his sturdy fingers tweaking your pebbling nipples as you let out heavy, rasping gasps making you shut your teary doe eyes from the pleasure and thrill of doing something this foul on a public train with the pro-hero Lemillion, something far greater than anything you could've ever dreamed of.

'Speaking of...' you thought to yourself trying to gain some type of clarity, wondering how much fun the said pro-hero was having indulging himself in your irresistible body unashamedly.

           You looked up in the reflection to see what facial expression Lemillion was wearing, expecting a feverish and lustful glare through knitted brows, but all he did was appear in your vision with a cute boyish grin on his features with his tongue slightly sticking out upward as he focused on finding your weak spots. You felt your body jolt in ironic confusion at how he could be wearing such an innocent expression while doing these incredibly obscene things to you. The jump of your body captured Lemillion's attention as he finally noticed you looking at him in the window's reflection. You hastily looked away pouting, making him chuckle and your heart skip a beat at his exuberant laughter brushing past your locks.

"Awe, I'm sorry." he too cheerfully apologized, "Am I not being serious enough? Teasing too much?" Lemillion gently kissed the top of your head and got back close to the helix of your ear before roughly pushing your whole body up against the glass, even using one of his hands to hold your head against it with just enough force to let you know you couldn't fight his immense strength, "Just remember you asked for it, okay?"

          The kiss to the back of your head threw your mind for a loop and the intense dominating energy radiating off of Lemillion didn't help that.

'Did he really just-'

            You didn't have much time to dwell on it. Just as soon as Lemillion ended his warning to you the pro-hero removed his hand that was on your head to one of your hips and guided you to stick your ass out more towards him, just enough that it wouldn't seem suspicious. He hestitated for only a moment before ripping off the flimsy lilac garment that barely covered your precious intimates from wandering eyes and let it simply fall to the floor without a care by your feet.

"Sorry, even as thin as it was, it would just be in the way and I could always get you another pair." he assured gleaming.

          Lemillion's right hand wrapped itself around to the front of you and started to fondle your cunt. Long fingers would spread your glistening folds while commenting on how easy it would be for him to just ram his cock into you right now just from how drenched you were in your own sweet, seductive nectar.

"But that would be too easy, right?" he murmured with his shining grin turning into a cocky smirk, knowing you both knew the answer to that question just because it was so easy to see and understand what type of woman you were with just one glance.

Nasty.

          Almost down right promiscuous.

A completely sex crazed, pitiful young woman who just wants to be ruined.

             Mirio knew what you wanted, that riveting and carnal build up of ecstasy that would entrap your body within the movements of his own. He would circle your puffy clit with the point of his index and middle finger, making you slightly squirm in the crook of his body that hugged you warmly from behind despite his corrupted actions. He found your reactions to be quite cute and unexpected, Mirio had anticipated for you to be more wild instead of shy and docile, like a little bunny. He still loved every minute of it, seeing your beautiful face turn bright red as you nervously shook between his arms trying to predict his next movements. The way you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together against his trespassing hand. It was all too much for him.

         Yet Mirio couldn't let that adorable facade of yours trick him, he remembered all the other days of you parading around in short mini skirts or see through dresses and seeking other men's undivided attention. Desperately searching for unattended hands to nudge on like a needy little brat. His hand drifted further down to the entrance of your pussy and approached your dripping hole, teasingly inserting a single digit into your tight warmth, stretching it and making goosebumps appear across your effortless skin as you muffled out mm's. Mirio pumped his finger in and out of your deprived cunt, devotedly rubbing your inner walls, making your body twitch in pure bliss from finally being touched by someone other than yourself.

"Hey, tell me, what do you do after you get off the train every day?" he asked curiously.

          Flashbacks filled your mind as you recalled all the times you touched yourself in a dirty bathroom stall, your moans echoing off the paneled walls.

"I-I'll go to the public restroom at that station and touch myself." you admitted.

          "Wow! You can't even wait til you get home? What a naughty woman..." Mirio teased.

          He leisurely added another finger because of your beseeched whines filling the small space you both occupied, like music to Mirio's ears and most likely other perverted passengers nearby. The messy wet squelching noises that shamefully left your constricting core made his girth uncomfortably swollen against the side of his shorts. How strongly your pussy was trying to suck in his thick digits was enough evidence to show just how much you'd been longing for a moment like this.

          Feeling your tiny yet voluptuous form shake in pleasure from trying to reach the point of complete and utter euphoria just seemed like he was teasing himself at this point.

"More...." you accidently pleaded aloud as your cheek and bare tits pressed onto the cool pane of the glass that supported your body as your heated, heavy breathes fogged up the window.

          "Ah, ah." Lemillion tutted as he continued to violate your insides with his wide index and middle finger, "Villians don't get to make demands."

          A shockwave of butterflies hit you like a ton of bricks and your walls fluttered around his digits at this statement, to be called a villian by Lemillion as he was groping and teasing every part of your horny, yet piteous form made your climax creep closer. You could feel the knot between your legs growing intensely causing your knees to feel weak and start to bend inward. The control over your voice was becoming sloppy and hazy.

"Ahn-! Lemillion-" you alerted.

          Lemillion noticed this and quickly used the hand that was still on your hip moved up to your upper body under your boobs to help hold you up as you apologetically looked up at his reflection in the sleek window, but he still wore his vivid signature smile.

"Are you feeling weak?" he questioned as he slowed his fingers movements to watch your reaction, "I can stop-"

          "No! Please, don't stop!" you tried to calmly beg as to not attract any bystanders attention as you fixed your footing to the best of your ability in the small, heated space. Rutting your hips into his hand and forcing his fingers deeper into your heat, almost to his knuckle joints.

           Lemillion used the hand he had been supporting you with to now pat your head lovingly. "That's a good girl," he praised as he continued to pump his fingers into you at his original pace and started to kiss your neck, making an unexpected "Oh-" leave your lips. It wasn't long before you felt a nipping sensation start to attack your jugular and felt his fingers curling and burying themselves inside of your sensitive cunt, making you seethe through clenched teeth. He tried to locate the tender, sweet spot that lied hidden inside your folds that would unleash the twisting feeling overwhelming your entire body. Lemillion trailed love bites all down your throat, leading the dark purple marks to your collarbone. You were almost begging at this point to cum, pleading that his fingers would find just the right spot so you could fully succumb to the high that was clouding your mind while dirting the pro-hero's hand-- when he gently knicked your clit with his thumb. Your legs shook with great intensity, nearing the peak of reaching your climax when Lemillion removed his fingers from your flooding pussy as you let out a heartbreaking whine.

"Why-!!" you sobbed, looking back side eyed at him as you couldn't turn your whole head back from the angle you were at.

          You were swiftly silenced by the hand that lingered around your hip as it had speedily made its way to your throat. Lemillion grasped ahold of your larynx with just enough force to let a light burning sensation still your words as your airways constricted in his hands. One of your hands shot up to his, weakly grasping onto it knowing you could do nothing to stop him from choking you- you couldn't even fit your hand around his. But, even still- you didn't feel as though you were in danger, he was holding your neck just enough for a bit of air to get through to your lungs, but you still started to feel dizzy and your eyes would flutter from the pressure. It wasn't until you felt his leaking pre-cum touch your ass that you realized Lemillion had finally pulled out his girthy cock. It was only at this moment did you start to feel nervous and worried about your own safety.

'THAT'S suppose to fit in me?' you anxiously thought.

          He put his cock in between your ass cheeks and would start to slowly try to rub his large member up and down before gathering spit in his mouth, spreading your ass cheeks with his hands, exposing your twitching dark hole, to drip his saliva down onto his cock and your asshole lubing you up. You shivered at the coldness of his spit touching such a dirty part of you and dripping down to your already prepared pussy.

          He started to line himself up with your entrance as his other hand remained on your ass, you stood on your tippy toes to try and help which made a light laugh leave from Mirio's lips. You were being far too cute, way too desperate and eager for his dick to etch itself into your moist walls. You were barely even trying to hide your adorable little moans which was making leering eyes focus on you two, but it didn't matter to Mirio. It just made him want to fuck you even more, show them they could never satisfy a troublesome woman like you. He wanted to ruin you to the point where you would only seek him out on the train to ease your thirsting aches. Make you need and want only him because he was the only one fucking good enough to dick you down.  Eventually Mirio would like make this into something more than just a sexual relationship, that is, only if you wanted to. He wanted to spoil you as a girlfriend in every way, bring you a bouquet of flowers, take you out to anywhere you would want to go or pick a snazzy joint himself to show you off at, tell you how beautiful you looked every single day and even more. First though, he needed to make sure you would only look at him- show you that you didn't need all these other strange men touching or groping you to get the excitement you desired. Mirio would give you all that and more if he could just have your loyalty.

           Mirio rubbed his swollen tip against your slit, not noticing his breathes becoming heavier the deeper into thought he went while staring at your body. He put his tip against your hole and pushed forward warily, watching and listening for your reactions. Mirio truly didn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to give you what you were looking around for on this train this whole time. Just by your responses alone he came to the conclusion you just wanted someone to play with you, maybe put you in your place considering how much of a tease you were. Mirio bucked his hips forward and with a POP his tip disappeared within your wet, tightening walls. He clenched his teeth and seethed at the tightness coiling around the tip of his cock.

"Fuaaah-!!" you moaned out.

           Mirio would slowly guide himself deeper into your cunt, you would shake every time you took another inch and he would have to take a cool breathe in to calm himself to not be tempted to just ram straight into you, pick you up and make a show for the entire car. But Mirio couldn't, he couldn't do that on your guys' first time. He wanted to be delicate yet controlling enough to the point you would like it. Mirio let out a breathe of relief when your pussy finally clenched around him at the base and his tip touched your cervix, his blonde pubes tickling your ass as his entire length nestled deep inside of you.

"You take me so well..." Mirio groaned as he rested his now free hand beneath your jaw, turning your head slightly to the side and up to meet his longing blue gaze, "Tell me have you learned your lesson yet?"

          You looked at him in his eyes with a dazed look, you couldn't focus with his pulsing cock stimulating your sensitive walls Mirio assumed. You looked as though all you wanted him to do was rail into you and that you didn't care what you had to do to make that happen.

"Y-Yes, Lemillion-!!" you obediently answered trying to control the volume of your voice.

          "Are you sure you understand the dangers? I want to make sure you get a thorough explanation." Mirio double checked.

"I'm- hngh! I'm sure-!!" you confirmed as you tried to twist your hips on his shaft, but Mirio kept you firm in place.

           "Just remember if you ever want to do this kind of thing again-- I want you to think of me." he slyly stated.

          He lowered his head towards your face and Mirio's cracked lips met yours, he noticed your eyes go wide at first until they relaxed and closed at the feeling of his sensual kiss. Sparks were flying between the two of you as your bottom half twitched, indicating how much you wanted him to move. Mirio fought off your advances and even his own temptation, he wanted to have you begging for him to pump his cock into you repeatedly. His tongue seeked entrance past your lips and you easily accepted him, entwining your tongue with his hungrily almost making him chuckle because of how captivating you were. Suddenly you turned your head breaking the kiss, taking Mirio aback.

           You looked up at Lemillion tearfully, tired of the teasing. Your inner thighs covered in your own juices from how long your had been waiting and wanting him to drill into you.

"P-Please move-!! I want you to fuck me up!!" you blatantly cried out.

          The entire air around Lemillion on the car seemed to change, instantly his hands went to your waist and his hips were bucking into you at immense speed, not waiting for you to get used to his large size any longer. He wanted to carve the shape of his cock into you mercilessly, make you remember this experience til the next time you see one another. You could feel his dick scraping your soft, inner walls with the few protruding veins that streamed along his length. It felt so good, almost heavenly yet sinful all at the same time.

"So greedy and impatient-" Lemillion huffed, "Such a spoiled woman."

That's when you felt a calloused, wet pad of a thumb touch your asshole, gently circling it. Your eyes widened, no he wouldn't..., you foolishly thought until you felt his thumb enter with slight resistance.

"Ahn-!!" you almost yelled out.

          'Lemillion's thumb is-!!!' you thought to yourself, trying to get used to the weird sensation of a digit going in and out of your ass. There was a slight burning, but an underlying streak of enjoyment that was seeping into you which made it tolerable. You weren't even trying to hide your moans at this point and Lemillion wasn't stopping you.

"That's right, let everyone know how good I'm making this pussy feel right now." he grunted.

          You took a moment to actually look in front you, snapping back to reality for just a moment, seeing a sitting male passenger just staring at you and Lemillion behind his newspaper. You could clearly see a flush on his face, without hesitation you licked your lips contently at the man making him shuffle. Your attention immediately went back to Lemillion and how his thick length was stroking your insides so precisely and filling you up to the point you thought your body would break. Your pussy convulsed around his thick, girthy cock as you were nearing your climax.

"Lemillion! Ahhhn- I love it!! I love your cock so much!" you exclaimed as you came with your tongue sticking out of your mouth and your head pointed up towards the ceiling, your hands and breasts up against the glass. Lemillion would remove his thumb from your asshole, but continued plowing into you and stimulating your sensitive pussy as he gripped both sides of your hips.

"How much do you love it? Enough for it to be the only dick in your life?" he questioned as your walls fluttered around his dick ready to milk him.

          "Yes- oh fuck yes!!" you mewled with no hesitation.

"You're gonna give me your number after this right? Like a good defeated little villain, you're gonna listen to me?" Lemillion panted, nearing his own edging point.

"Y-Yes, ah- I'll do anything for you, hahh- Lemillion!!" you stuttered out in short stops from the constant prodding at your cervix.

          Lemillion's hips stuttered into yours, but he continued to try and keep his steady rhythm-- biting down on your neck as thick ropes of cum strung out from his cock into your cervix and filled your vagina til streams of semen started to pool down your legs as droplets began to fall onto the train flooring, yet Lemillion continued to pump into you until he physically couldn't anymore from the sensitivity while licking at the bite mark he had made on your tender skin. When he was done, he removed his cock from your cunt, fixed himself quickly and pulled your skirt back down as far as it would go to try and hide the mess he had made-- the current cum that was leaking out of your used hole. Lemillion kept one of his huge hands glued to your hip, keeping you close to his body as he blocked the crowd from views of you. You clinged onto his hoodie, a tiny smile appearing on your features bashfully as he now acted like a gentleman. When you alerted Lemillion of your stop, he stepped off with you without a second thought- keeping his same position with you.

"Did you want to continue in the restroom for another round? Or did you want to come back to my place?" Lemillion asked with an innocent smile as his hand that was hugging your hip now grabbed one of your ass cheeks while the other hand held his cellular device waiting for you to give him your number.

Perfect Little Toy

Summary: Mark was looking forward to meeting his mate, but he was not expecting to find her in a sex shop.

Pairing: Werewolf! Mark x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, magic potions used during sex I guess? also this is way longer than my other fics sorry

 Mark should have known better. But when Haechan asked him to go shopping with him, never in a million years did he think they would end up in a sex shop.

“Dude, I don’t wanna go in there,” he hissed, trying to break free from Haechan’s unrelenting grip on his arm.  Haechan pulled harder, whining vociferously. “S-stop! People are watching,” Mark whispered urgently, trying to hide his face from the curious bystanders.

“What’s the big deal?”Haechan rolled his eyes.

“You could have ordered stuff like this online!” Mark sighed, reluctantly letting himself be dragged into the eye-catching store. “It’s weird to come here together.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Haechan shrugged, walking to the nearest shelf and inspecting the x-rated shaped toys on display. “We are bros, aren’t we? Remember when you wanted to get a fortune telling reading but didn’t want to go alone? Who went with you?”

“Okay, first of all, you can’t possibly compare fortune telling to vibrators,” Mark argued, slapping Haechan’s hand away when it playfully brought a pink dildo uncomfortably close to Mark’s face. “Secondly, you literally found your mate in that shop, so you should be thanking me.”

“Well, maybe you’ll find your mate in here,” Haechan said.

“Very funny,” Mark deadpanned, offended at the mere suggestion of meeting his destined partner in such a lewd place. “Oh, shit I made eye contact with an employee, fuck he’s coming this way-”

“Hi, welcome to Pandora’s Box. My name is Jeonghan,” said a young man with dark hair and a bored expression as he pointed at the name tag on his shirt. “How can I help you today? Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”

“Hey,man!” Haechan greeted. “You see, my girl and I have a lot of sex-”

“Sure you do,” Jeonghan’s plain voice replied. If only he got paid extra for every time he heard that. 

“But she’s human and I’m a werewolf. I’m afraid I’m too big down there for her, you know?” Haechan continued with an arrogant smirk, pointing at his crotch just for extra clarification, Mark cringing behind him.

“Right,”said Jeonghan, clearly unimpressed. Again, if he got paid for each guy who said they were too big. “If you want to train her for your size, then we have some bigger models over here,” he offered, walking the two customers to a shelf with exotic looking silicone dicks. He shoved a massive  neon green dildo into Haechan’s hands.“This one was molded after a head alpha. It comes with a remote to simulate a knot,” he said as he pressed a button on the remote and  the phallic toy started growing in the werewolf's hands, who was in obvious shock. This was Jeonghan’s favorite part of his job: humbling men who thought they were the shit, when it goes without saying that there’s always a bigger dildo that can do a better job. “It glows in the dark,” he added, biting back a smile.

“Cool,”Haechan breathed out, trying not to show how much they had hurt his ego and ignoring Mark’s snort. “Uh–I’m not sure about the… the color, yeah,” There was no way he was buying a toy bigger than him. “Do you maybe have, uh–...something else? Maybe a potion or something that makes it less painful for her?” He added before that Jeonghan guy tried to show him another colossal toy.

 Jeonghan put the toy back on the shelf and lifted his eyebrows as he seemed to think about it for a second. “I guess a potion would work, yeah…This way, please,” he instructed, taking a very embarrassed Haechan and a now amused Mark to a different section of the shop, hidden behind some dark curtains. “Hey, Y/N! Do you have anything to make werewolf penetration more enjoyable for humans?” he asked loudly as they entered a small room decorated with tons of colorful potion jars and  illuminated by candles. 

 At first Mark choked at the employee’s vulgar words and coughed awkwardly. Then a sweet and fresh scent invaded his nostrils, making him freeze. He let out a shaky breath and inhaled once again, letting the summer-like scent fill his lungs and his brain go fuzzy, his eyes trying to focus on the source of such heavenly stimulation. There you were, the most beautiful woman Mark had ever laid eyes on, wearing an employee uniform and your hair tied up neatly not to get in the way of your job. You had stopped mixing a bubbly lilac potion in a cauldron to listen to Jeonghan and help him solve Haechan’s problem. And god, your voice was so melodic, Mark had no idea what you were talking about but he could listen to you forever.

“So this would make her produce as much slick as an omega in heat?” Haechan was fascinated, staring at an expensive looking potion in an elegant jar. 

“Well, not automatically,” you replied. “It will depend on how aroused she is. If you can’t  turn her on, it won’t help you.”

“So you’re telling me,” Haechan insisted, overconfidently. “That she’ll have no way to hide how turned on she is?” he was already thinking of how cute his girlfriend would look when she’s all wet and embarrassed. 

“Yes,” you replied dryly at the same time Jeonghan rolled his eyes at the cocky customer. 

 Mark, on the other hand, was in his own little world and couldn’t stop staring at your lips. Unconsciously, he found himself wondering if you would need to use that potion to make him fit or if he could make it work by taking things slow. Maybe if he ate you out real good and opened you up with his fingers it wouldn’t hurt that much. Mark didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel good, take care of you.

“Holy shit,” he gasped when it finally hit him. This was it. He had found his mate. In a fucking sex shop.

Haechan gave him an inquisitive look, but he quickly dismissed his friend’s reaction as him being impressed by the potion. 

“Anything else you need?” Jeonghan asked, making Haechan turn his attention to him once again. 

“Mm…Handcuffs?” Haechan asked after a few seconds of hesitation. 

“How original,” Jeonghan muttered, before indicating for Haechan to follow him back outside. Mark didn’t budge when his friend walked past him. It was like his feet were glued to the floor as he stared at you going back to mixing the suspicious-looking potion while humming to a sweet melody. His eyes landed on your name tag and he found himself saying your name out loud before he could stop it. You quickly looked up, surprised that the customer was still there.

“Yes?” you asked politely. “Can I help you with anything else?”

Oh shit, he had to think of something before you thought he was a creep. He licked his lips nervously before he came up with a question that sounded convincing enough. “I j-just uh… are y-you the owner?”

“Jeonghan and I both co-own this place,” you replied and gave him a smile. “Why?”

“N-no, because, like, you look very y-young so I w-was a bit…surprised, so…so I asked?” The way he ended as if he was asking a question was kind of cute if you were being honest and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

 Mark let out a giggle too, dazed at the fact that he had made you laugh. Oh, how he wanted to make you laugh everyday for the rest of his life. 

“We came up with this idea when we were in freshman year, so we had plenty of time to save money and plan everything,” you explained patiently. Somehow, this stranger made you feel at ease, like you didn’t need to be careful with him, or at least not the way you were with most men. “By the time we graduated we were ready to open the store. It’s like our baby.”

Mark felt a pang of jealousy at the fact that there was a man who was close enough to you to plan such a big project together. “That’s cool, uh– s-so are you two, like, a thing? A c-couple?”

 The sound of your laughter made Mark’s heart skip a beat and he smiled dreamily, almost forgetting what he had asked in the first place.

“No way!” you continued laughing at the ridiculous idea, Mark’s relieved sigh going unnoticed. “We’ve been friends since forever. Just a little advice; never make business plans with a romantic partner, kid.”

“I-I’m 23,” Mark laughed nervously, using the back of his hand to dry up some sweat beads accumulated on his forehead. Your sweet scent was so suffocating it was getting harder to breathe, but he couldn’t care less. 

“Oops, my bad! Not a kid,” you said. “You look so young, though! I’m jealous,” you complimented him, not wanting to admit that he also looked gorgeous. “What’s your name?”

“M-mark,” he stuttered. Cute.

“Nice to meet you, Mark,” you extended your hand for him to shake it, smiling more brightly at the way he giggled like an infatuated high-school girl. Everything seemed to be funny to him and it was endearing. He took your hand into his delicately and allowed you to shake it in a friendly manner when your heart started pounding ridiculously fast and you felt the room move around you. Mark’s hard squeeze on your hand brought you back to reality and you saw his body visibly wobbling as he closed his eyes and his chest rose and fell rapidly. “Mark?” you called his name worriedly, but he only whispered your name weakly before he collapsed on the floor with a thud.

“M-mark?” you breathed out, still trying to calm down your own fluttering heart. You knelt down next to his unconscious body and only then you noticed he was covered in sweat. “Shit. Hey, Mark!” you insisted, giving his face a gentle slap with hopes of waking him up. No response. You tried to stand up to go get help, but for some reason you had no strength in your legs. “Jeonghan!” you screamed as loud as you could. Few seconds later, Jeonghan burst into the potions room, his face incredibly pale and eyes wide open, this being the first time he had heard you scream like that. He looked from your terrified face to the motionless man on the floor, trying to assess damage. Immediately after came Haechan, carrying a basket full of different products, which he almost dropped when he saw the state his pack brother was in. 

“What happened?!” Jeonghan asked, kneeling down and wrapping an arm over your shoulders protectively. 

“I d-don’t know! I just shook his hand,” you said.

 Haechan, who had been checking Mark’s pulse, moved his hand from his wrist to his forehead, confirming that he was burning up. “So he became like this right after you touched him?” he asked, staring at you intently, his tone indicating that he knew something you didn’t. 

“I guess? I…I really didn’t do anything to him, I swear!” your voice shook, thinking you were being accused of harming such a nice guy. You tried to stand up but, again, your weak legs pulled you back to the floor and you let out a frustrated groan as Jeonghan helped you reach a chair. 

“Are you okay?” your friend asked you anxiously, stabilizing you on the chair.

“I’m fine!” you sighed. “I’m probably just nervous. I’m not used to people fainting in front of me- Why haven’t you called an ambulance yet?!” you urged him.

“No need,” Haechan interrupted you before Jeonghan could pull his phone out of his pocket. “This is just his rut. It was due a couple of days, but I guess it came early,” he explained, his eyes shining too excitedly for someone whose friend was unconscious on the floor. He chuckled under his breath like the whole situation was amusing. “He’s fine. He just needs to get home and rest.I’ll ask someone to pick us up,” he added, quickly typing on his phone.

 In less than 20 minutes, an old fashioned vehicle pulled up by the store, a man hurriedly getting off the car and making his way to the entrance, stopping midtrack once he opened the door and found himself surrounded by adult toys. 

“Yeah, yeah, this is a sex shop. People have sex, surprise!” Haechan said sarcastically, gesturing to the newcomer to come in. 

“How’s he?” the intimidatingly tall man asked, after clearing his throat and taking long strides towards where you were. Thankfully, the store was almost empty when the whole incident had taken place, so Jeonghan had quickly kicked the remaining customers out and closed the store, helping Haechan move Mark to a more comfortable place while you got some wet towels to reduce his fever. Now Mark was lying on an improvised bed made of blankets and clothes, almost looking like he was taking a peaceful nap. 

“He’s fine, Johnny,” Haechan chuckled. “Our little Mark is just a bit overwhelmed.”

Johnny turned to you and Jeonghan and thanked you for taking care of his brother, before kneeling next to Mark and Haechan. “I didn’t know his rut was due today,” he muttered.

“Because it wasn’t,” Haechan simply said, giving Johnny a playful look. 

 Johnny stared back at him and raised his eyebrows. “Then what-” he trailed off when he saw Haechan tilting his head furtively towards you, the movement barely perceptible but enough to make Johnny look at you out of the corner of his eyes. Thankfully you were busy talking to Jeonghan, who did catch Johnny staring before the tall werewolf quickly turned his back towards him and tried to move Mark carefully. “Which one,” Johnny whispered only for Haechan to hear, to which Haechan mouthed ‘the girl,’ eliciting an impressed grin from Johnny. “Okay, Markie, let’s get you out of here,” Johnny’s voice was back to normal volume, lifting Mark off the ground and carrying him on his shoulder, Mark’s weak groan being the only sign that he was alive. Haechan followed after him, carrying bags of new toys with him and thanking you again for everything before exiting the shop and getting in the car. 

 Once you and Jeonghan were left alone in the store, you let out a heavy sigh. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah, just tired,” you replied, stretching your body now that your legs seemed to function properly. “This town has more werewolves than I thought,” you suddenly said. 

“I´ve heard about those guys. It’s a big pack that moved here a couple of years ago, and for some reason the number of members keeps increasing,” Jeonghan huffed as he moved towards the counter to close the cash register. “I also heard some of them are imprinting on humans,” he added slowly, looking at you attentively. 

“Imprinting,” you repeated unconvinced such a thing was ever real. “Do you really believe in that whole soulmate thing wolves have going on?”

Jeonghan hummed and seemed to focus on his task of counting bills. “How would I know? I’m not one of them,” he finally said. “It could be real.”

“It’s an ancient tradition. Someone probably came up with it to keep them from having sex with whoever they want,” you spitted.

“They can still have sex with whoever they want,” for some reason Jeonghan was defending werewolves’ outdated way of thinking. “But they are more likely to settle down once they find someone who is very important to them.”

“That's called commitment,” you fired back. “Which is not the same as being forced to like someone through imprinting.”

“They are also gifted,” Jeonghan continued matter of factly, with a hint of annoyance in his voice, like he didn’t like admitting to it. “Down there. Massive dicks.”

“Jeonghan, we literally sell toys that could satisfy me better than a traditionalist guy with attachment issues who thinks having a big dick makes him special,” you deadpanned. 

“Okay!” Jeonghan sighed and raised his arms defensively. “No need to be so defensive.”

“I’m not-,” you stopped yourself because you were in fact being defensive. Why did you care? Was it really because you hated old-fashioned ways of thinking? Was there something else bothering you? To be fair, you had been unnecessarily mean; you didn’t think any of the werewolves you just met were traditionalist assholes with attachment issues. Mark especially seemed like such a kind and chill guy. The type of guy you would have asked out on a date if he hadn’t passed out in front of you. Maybe that’s what bothered you: was Mark the type of werewolf who followed traditions to the extent he wouldn’t even give you a chance in order to prioritize his supposed mate? “Sorry, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me anyways.”

When Mark woke up, his head was throbbing and your lovely scent felt like a distant memory. His muscles ached when he sat up and he winced at the way his shirt stuck to his sweaty body. As he took the messy shirt off he heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” he croaked, after taking a proper look at his surroundings and recognising his own room. The door opened slowly and the youngest member of the pack slid into his room, carrying a glass of water and a little medication bottle. Mark could already tell what type of medication it was.

“They told me to give you these,” Jisung offered him the suppressants and waited until Mark had successfully opened the jar and taken a pill into his hands before offering the glass of water.

“Thanks,” Mark muttered before swallowing the pill and gulping down the content of the glass. 

“Do you need anything else?” The younger asked sympathetically.

“No,” Mark assured him, already having gone through his rut so many times he just knew there wasn’t much he could do about it besides fucking it out of his system, by himself or with somebody else. “I just have to wait for the suppressants to kick in and I’ll feel a bit better.”

“Do suppressants really help?” Jisung asked curiously. He had only had a rut once and he spent it with his mate, so he didn’t have to suffer as much as his older brothers. 

“They make the whole thing bearable,” Mark answered, cracking his neck and sighing tiredly. “But it’s still a pain in the ass,” he admitted.

“Is he awake?” Haechan’s voice called from the door. “You got me worried when I saw you unconscious on the floor, man. I calmed down because I understood what was happening, but you probably scared the shit out of the people who worked at the store. That poor girl didn’t know what to do,” he chuckled, inviting himself into the room and sitting on Mark’s bed. 

“Fuck,” Mark groaned at the reminder of such embarrasing first impression and he flopped into the bed. “Y/N…”

“Who is Y/N?” Jisung asked.

“That, little Jisung, would be Mark’s mate,” Haechan revealed and then looked at Mark for confirmation. “Am I right?” 

 Mark whined and covered his face with his palms, but he nodded. 

“And you met her thanks to who…?” Haechan continued, looking from Jisung to Mark , adding a dramatic pause. “Me! I was the one who took you to that sex shop!”

“S-sex shop?!” Jisung choked on his saliva and stared at Mark in shock as if he was waiting for him to tell him it was one of Haechan’s jokes. 

“That’s right,” Haechan laughed and then he gasped as he seemed to remember something. “Hold on, I got you something,” he suddenly said, standing up and leaving the room shortly,and coming back with a pair of handcuffs which he gave to Jisung. “Here. These are for the next time your mate tries to run away.”

Jisung’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at the pink, fluffy handcuffs in his palms. “S-shut up!” He stuttered as aggressively as he could in spite of his voice cracking. “Noona’s not going anywhere,” he muttered to himself.

“Fine,” Haechan rolled his eyes and extended his hand. “Give them back if you don’t want them.”

“N-no,” Jisung said quickly and hid the gift behind his back. “You gave them to me.”

“Can you have this conversation somewhere else?!” Mark suddenly groaned. Haechan’s voice was making his headache worse and he really wanted some peace before his rut hit completely. And he definitely wanted to be alone when touched himself to the thought of you. 

The next few days were a blur. Mark lost count of how many times he cummed in his hand, on the bedsheets and finally in a fleshlight that Haechan sneaked into his room as a gift at some point. At first,  ready to reject whatever ridiculous toy he was bringing, he yelled at Haechan to get out and threw a shoe at him, which Haechan avoided just in time by leaving and closing the door behind him. But then Mark caught your scent. It was very faint, but he would recognise it anywhere. Dizzy, he got up, and crawled towards the fleshlight Haechan had left by the door. He inspected it , never before being so mesmerized by a toy, and bringing it close to his face to inhale your scent deeply. “Y/N…”

“I knew you would like it,” Haechan chuckled from the other side of the door, startling Mark. “It’s a small human size.I went to the store and made sure Y/N was the one selling it to me. I asked her to open the product and test it in front of me…,” he teased. “She stuffed her fingers inside of it to demonstrate how flexible the material is.”

Mark groaned and slid his tongue into the toy hungrily, trembling as he got to taste a bit of you before your scent faded away. 

“She asked about you.I told her you were fine and that you were sorry for scaring her. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her the fleshlight was for you,” Haechan continued, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the door. “That Jeonghan guy is totally onto me though; he wouldn’t stop glaring at me like I’m the  biggest perv-,” she trailed off as he suddenly heard wet, slippery sounds, indicating that Mark had wasted no time in using his new gift. “Gross! Wait until I’m gone!” Haechan yelled and ran off. Mark was too gone to care, fucking into the toy with intent and imagining it was you. 

No matter how insufferable Haechan was, this would really help him get through his rut more easily. He should thank him later.Later. Now he really couldn’t think with anything but his cock. He let his animal instinct take over and he forgot about everything and everyone except you, and by the time he gained some self control and clarity back, he found the sticky fleshlight completely destroyed in his hands.He panted heavily as he grabbed some tissues to clean himself before he stood up and put some clothes on for the first time in days. As soon as he opened the door he was met with a bag hanging off the handle containing a bottle of water and some energy bars, which he quickly devoured before heading to take a shower. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jeno asked him as soon as he entered the living room where some of the younger members of the pack were hanging out. 

“I’m good,” Mark sighed. “This one was kind of intense, though…”

“We heard,” Jeno said, quickly correcting himself when Renjun nudged him and gave him a pointed look. “I mean, we can imagine.”

“The first rut after meeting your mate is hell if you don’t spend it together,” Jaemin butted in. 

“To be fair, your mate was particularly difficult,” Jeno told Jaemin. “She denied you for months.”

“Which I’m sure won’t be the case for Mark,” Jaemin assured Mark, who was squirming anxiously on his seat. “You already know her name and where to find her, and from what we heard she’s single.”

“Wha-how do you guys know that?”

“Haechan said he couldn’t smell anybody else’s scent on her, besides the guy who works with her,” Renjun clarified. “Just go see her when you feel better-”

 Renjun’s voice was overpowered by loud whines and complaints coming from the main door, where Haechan and Yangyang were making their entrance.

“I didn’t know!” Yangyang sighed tiredly, like he had been forced to repeat the same thing many times. 

“Well now you know, you little traitor,” Haechan hissed, pulling Yangyang’s arm and carrying him to the living room, where everyone stared at them wide-eyed. “Oh, look! Mark is here! Why don’t you tell him who you were planning on letting suck your dick?”

“Look, Mark,” Yangyang gulped, looking anywhere except Mark’s confused face, which was quickly morphing into one of apprehension. “I didn’t mean to- I just-...I was walking back from campus and I saw that new sex shop downtown and there was this hot-” he interrupted himself and looked at Haechan, who was raising his eyebrows at him, encouraging him to go on. “-a woman. I-I saw a woman who was hanging a sign outside the store, something about needing a volunteer to try a new potion. So I asked what it was about, and she said-...” he paused again and breathed in, knowing there was no nice way to say it. “She said it was something that would like, uh- turn off her gag reflex when doing oral, and that she needed a guy whose size was above average and when I asked how she was gonna test it, she said that-...that she tried all her potions herself…So like, she would be the one d-doing the…the sucking,” he trailed off, his voice going quiet as he felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on him.

“...You didn’t,” Renjun was the only one to speak. “...did you?”

“Ugh, I…,” Yangyang groaned. “I’m a man, okay? Why would I say no to a pretty girl sucking me off and giving me cash for it?!” 

“MARK’S MATE GAVE YOU A BLOWJOB?!” Jeno exclaimed incredulously. 

“NO!” Yangyang quickly shut him up and looked for Mark’s lifeless eyes before denying it again. “No. Nothing happened. I had an interview with her and a guy who works there. They measured my cock, asked for a sexual health check-up and told me to come back tomorrow with the results. I called Haechan to ask him about a good clinic to get tested and he practically jumped down my throat,” he explained nervously. “I…I really didn’t know.”

Everyone stayed silent, looking at Mark who was scarily quiet, clenching his jaw and looking at his own hands folded on his lap. “So? Are you going tomorrow?” he asked cautiously.

Yangyang shook his head quickly, but it was Haechan who  spoke. “He isn’t. But you should.”

“Me?!” Mark bawled out. 

“Do you want her sucking somebody else off?!” Haechan spit back. “If it’s not Yangyang, there will be another dude out there who’s willing to do it.”

“Haechan’s got a point there,” Jaemin agreed. “She’s gonna test that potion anyways, and you were lucky that the one finding out about it was one of our pack. She won’t be looking for somebody else because she’s expecting Yangyang to show up tomorrow. This is your chance.”

“But she’s expecting him, not me,” Mark said bitterly. 

“Not at all! She didn’t seem particularly interested in me. She just thought I was hygienic enough, I guess,” Yangyang laughed awkwardly. “It was kind of intimidating how professional she was about it, to be honest.”

“This is the plan,” Haechan asserted, like he had been waiting the entire time to show how much of a mastermind he was. “Yangyang’s gonna call tomorrow before his appointment and let them know that he had an accident or something,” he quickly explained, ignoring Yangyang’s whine of how bad he was at lying. “And then he’ll say that he sent someone to replace him and BOOM! You show up with your STD test results and your monster cock and she falls in love.”

“Then he would have to go get tested right now,” Renjun said, entertaining Haechan’s plan.

“No need!” Haechan laughed like he was revealing the biggest plot twist. “Because last week, I forced Mark to go with me to get my annual check up and he ended up getting tested since he was already there. Who saved the day again? ME!”

“Problem solved, then,” Jaemin beamed, like it was actually that easy.

 Mark nodded slowly and then, when he actually processed what he was agreeing to, he shook his head violently. “No, no way. I can’t do it.”

“What?!” Jeno asked. “Man, you have to!”

“I- I just can’t,” Mark stuttered.

“What, is she ugly?” Jeno asked incredulously. 

“No,” both Mark and Yangyang answered immediately. Mark narrowed his eyes and glared at Yangyang who didn’t seem to think he said anything wrong. “What? She really isn’t,” he tried to defend himself.

Mark sighed. “I literally just met her. I haven’t even asked her out. How am I supposed to-...do that?,” he admitted.

“I understand this may not be your ideal version of a fated meeting,” Renjun spoke in a calming manner. “But if you want to take things slowly, you must know that she will be testing all these…sex potions with somebody else. Are you okay with that?”

Mark shook his head and clenched his fists, biting his lip. Hell, no.  He could never be okay with anybody else touching you now that he met you. But that was exactly what was going to happen if he didn’t man up and showed up to get a platonic blowjob from his mate who didn’t know was his mate and would suck him off for science/magic purposes only. 

 And so, Mark found himself standing outside your store the next evening, wearing an expensive hoodie (to keep it casual, but not broke), gray sweatpants that, according to Haechan, accentuated the goods, brand new boxers and holding a neat folder with his check-up results printed in his hands.He took a deep breath in and stepped towards the door, before stopping himself again but this time the door opened from the inside,and  he was greeted with Jeonghan’s impassive face. 

“Are you gonna come in or not? It stresses me out to see you having whatever internal battle this is in front of my store,” Jeonghan said.

“No-I mean, yes! I was just about-...uh, my brother asked me to- well, he like, sent me to-...,” Mark struggled to get to the point and ended up just giving Jeonghan the folder he was holding. Jeonghan grabbed the folder with a puzzled look, which quickly became one of amusement as he opened it and understood what he had in his hands. 

“You’re Yangyang’s replacement?” he asked, his tone slightly playful.

“Uh, yes…if that’s okay,” Mark said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. What if he wasn’t what they were looking for?

“Well, you’re clean and you seem to have a decent size,” Jeonghan pointed out, looking at Mark’s crotch shamelessly. “I’ll just need to ask you a few questions to make sure we’re good to go. You’re also allowed to ask us anything and back down if you feel it’s too much for you,” he explained, making space for Mark to enter the shop and then hanging a sign indicating that they were closed. He then guided Mark to the room where he had first met you before he had any time to prepare himself. “Hey, Y/N, look who’s back!”

You were not expecting to see Mark at all after what had happened last time. First of all, he had literally fainted in your store, which you thought was enough to make him not want to go back there ever. Secondly, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would casually go to a sex shop. But there he was, standing in front of you and stuttering something about wanting to volunteer for potion testing. As he was speaking, you found yourself looking down and vividly staring at his dick print, salivating at the idea of having him in your mouth. When you looked back up, your eyes met Jeonghan’s knowing ones and you knew he had caught you red handed. Okay you had a tiny crush on this Mark guy, but what you were about to do was strictly professional. 

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this? Didn’t you go into rut recently?” you asked, indicating for him to sit down in the chair across yours, as Jeonghan took a sit next to you, going over some papers and taking notes. 

“I’m fine. Also…I’m sorry for last time,” Mark rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It must have been shocking.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I-...” you quickly corrected yourself. “We are glad you’re okay. If you want to do this we need to ask you a few questions first, is that okay?”

When Mark nodded, Jeonghan shot the first question. “Are you a virgin?”

“N-no,” Mark stuttered. “I’ve…I’ve had sex.”

“When was the last time you had sexual relationships?” you asked, trying not to make it noticeable that what you actually wanted to know was if he was seeing someone.

“Uh maybe 5 months ago? Or more, I’m not too sure, sorry.”

“No girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” Jeonghan asked, even though that was not one of the questions on the list.

“No, I’m single,” Mark stated more confidently, his eyes darting towards you nervously. 

“Would you be willing to participate in future testing for our products?” you asked, again trying not to show how much you wanted him to say yes.

“Yes,” Mark said firmly, this time staring right into your eyes. He wanted you to call him and only him for whatever you wanted to test. You blushed a little, but quickly hid your face behind some papers you pretended to be reading.

“Did you like the fleshlight?” Jeonghan asked as quickly as Mark answered the previous question, again, not following the script.

“Yes,” Mark answered honestly, caught off guard, and blushing furiously when he properly understood  what he had just admitted. Shit. Fuck. Okay, Mark, keep it cool, nothing wrong with using a fleshlight. Just move on to the next question. “But I split it open, s-sorry,” fuck why would you tell them that, Mark?!

“Oh?” Jeonghan was having the time of his life. “How come? Our toys are very resistant.”

“The toy was g-great! Amazing quality, very soft,” Mark cringed at his own words, because he had no idea how to rate a sex toy and it showed. “It’s just that ruts are… rough,” he said for a lack of a better word to describe how wild things got when his wolf consumed him.

 You gulped and cleared your throat while Jeonghan let out an impressed whistle and took some notes. “I guess we need to make them even more resistant, then,” you said. “Anyways, Jeonghan is going to measure you now so I’ll step out for a minute and come back when you’re ready, okay?”

When Mark agreed, you left the room and went straight to the restroom to wash your face and calm yourself down. Did he really break the toy with his dick? Fuck, he was going to destroy your throat. But then, he was the perfect candidate to test the potion; if you could deep throat him, it meant your creation had been successful. You took a deep breath in and drank the anti-gagging potion before you made your way to the potions room, waiting for your sign to go in. Then Jeonghan came out and wiggled his eyebrows at you, chuckling.

“I’ll bring you some honey and lemon tea for your throat tomorrow,” he said, winking at you and walking towards the counter to count today’s cash. “He’s all yours.”

You rolled your eyes and walked in. “Mark? are you ready?”

 Mark was standing, adjusting the hem of his sweatpants around his hips, giving you a teaser of his defined abdomen and hipbones. He blushed, and nodded. “So… how should we do this?”

“Just take a seat and let me do the rest,” you instructed, quickly kneeling in front of the chair he was now sitting in.

“Y/N,” he suddenly called your name, and his hand stopped yours from pulling the elastic of his pants down.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your heart dropping at the thought of being rejected. “Did you change your mind?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I was just wondering… Why are you trying the potion yourself? Couldn’t you have found somebody willing to test their gag reflex?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you muttered, distracting by the way his thumb was drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand. “But I find it hard to trust other people when it comes to feedback. This is my product so I want to make sure it works. Plus, I happen to have a strong gag reflex; everything makes me choke,” you shrugged, without noticing the way Mark’s breath stuttered. “So if someone can tell if this potion works, it’s me.”

Mark nodded and exhaled. “Is this the very first time you drink this potion?”

“No. I’ve tested it with inanimate objects, like some of the dildos we sell,” you said and Mark hoped you hadn’t noticed the way his dick twitched at the mental image of your pretty lips sucking on a toy. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna vomit all over you,” you chuckled, trying to ease the tension. You wanted Mark to relax, to feel safe with you. “Any more questions?”

 Oh, there was so much that Mark wanted to ask you, like what was your favorite color or if you liked flowers, but he knew it was not the right time, so he just shook his head and released your hand, letting you pull down the waistband carefully. Once you lowered his sweatpants slightly, you looked up at him, looking for any sign of discomfort, but besides the intense blushing that covered his face and ears, he seemed fine, so you took it further by pulling his boxers down enough to release his cock and you gasped out loud. Now you could understand how he managed to destroy the fleshlight.

When you stared at his dick for way too long,Mark got the wrong idea. “You d-don’t have to-“ he tried to say but he ended up hissing when you took him in your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s perfect,” you murmured before remembering you had to keep it professional. “For testing, I mean.”

“O-okay, okay g-glad to hear-ooh!” Mark definitely shouldn’t be trying to have a conversation right now. You had barely touched him and he was already half hard. He should be embarrassed, but he couldn’t even think when you were in your knees between his legs and stroking his cock like that.

 On your side, you knew you didn’t need to be jerking him off. The deal was just to put it in your mouth and see if it could reach your throat without gagging you, but it was like you had no control over your actions right now. Just like last time you had seen Mark, your heart was fluttering and you felt lightheaded and all you wanted was for him to feel good.

 Carefully, you flicked the head of his cock with your tongue, causing his back to arch and his hips to chase your mouth. “S-sorry,” he quickly apologized, already panting. 

“It’s fine,” you purred, your tone a bit too seductive to be professional. Fuck what was Mark doing to you? You were basically drooling as you trailed your tongue from the base to the tip. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

“Fuck,” Mark moaned, throwing his head back and clenching his fist on his sides, not quite knowing what to do with himself. “Y-yes,” he consented.

 You didn’t waste more time, guiding the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking softly, and delighting on the hushed curses that left Mark’s mouth. You worried the problem wouldn’t be your gag reflex; you had underestimated his girth, which was making it difficult to even fit him between your lips. You worked on relaxing your jaw and took a bit more of his cock in, trying your best not to let your teeth scratch him.

“Shit…Y/N,”  Mark sobbed, trembling under you, when his tip met your throat and you successfully swallowed around him.  One of his hands grabbing the hem of his hoodie and lifting it enough to expose his tense lower abdomen. You looked up through your eyelashes, enamored by the way his brows furrowed in pleasure and his chest rose and fell. Before you could think about what you were doing, your hands traveled up, caressing his waist and stomach, which contracted under your hands. Your head bobbed up and down slowly, still trying to remind yourself to be careful of his size in spite of his soft moans driving you crazy.

“Mark,” you call for him, swirling your tongue around the tip teasingly. “Mark,” you repeat when he doesn’t reply, eyes unfocused and mouth agape as he panted. He acknowledged you with a soft ‘hmm?’ and you spoke again. “I need you to fuck my mouth now,” you spoke casually, like you were talking about the weather and Mark could have died right there.

“Wha-,” he stuttered, trying not to panic. “W-what?!”

“I need to check if the potion is still effective when things get rough,” you blushed, hoping not to sound too desperate. In your defense, it was for the sake of the experiment, but a part of you really wanted Mark to fuck your mouth. “You don’t want to?” you whispered, suddenly considering that maybe he wasn’t into you and was only doing this for the money. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying himself as much as you thought. And that shouldn’t bothering you, but it was.

“It’s not that,” he sighed, trying to ignore how hard he was and how badly he did want to face-fuck you. “I’m-...I’m stronger than I look, Y/N. I would ruin you.”

“That’s the point,” you simply said, again trying to help him relax, but also god, did you want it. Mark groaned and clenched his eyes closed, a bead of precum sliding down the head of his cock to your hand that was jerking him off slowly. “So, no?” you asked one last time. Mark bit his lip and avoided your eyes, and you felt officially rejected. “That’s fine, I won’t force you,” you accepted your defeat, trying not to be too bitter about it, slowly letting go of his dick and getting ready to stand up and leave with some dignity. “Please tell Yangyang to come whenever he has time-”

 Now, that seemed to do it for Mark. Before you could stand up or finish speaking, he tangled his hand in your hair and pushed your head down onto him roughly. A guttural moan left his lips and you whined in surprise and looked up to him; his eyes had turned red and his jaw was clenched. Without a word he pulled your hair a little and thrusted his hips up sharply, causing you to let out a muffled cry. 

“Like this?” he panted, placing both his hands on your head and moving you up and down his length fast, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. “Is this what you w-wanted?” he growled, not even hiding how irritated he was at the thought of you sucking off his pack brother. The way your jaw stretched for him was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t deny this side of Mark was turning you on. You found yourself wondering if this was the way he treated that poor fleshlight. You also wondered if he had, at least for a second, thought of you during his rut. You moaned around him and his eyes rolled back. “Fuuuuck.”

 He quickly brought his eyes back to look at you, like he didn’t want to miss a single detail and thrusted his hips up into your mouth at the same time he guided your head up and down his cock, his moans becoming louder and more desperate, completely forgetting that Jeonghan could probably hear everything from the other room. You looked so pretty, and he hoped you knew that, so he said it.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he said, one of his hands caressing your cheek, while his other hand kept your head in place to take his slower but more forceful thrusts and swallow the salty precum that for some reason tasted addictive to you. You looked up to him, surprised at the sudden gentle words. You knew for a fact there was no way you looked pretty when you were a drooling mess, with sloppy hair and a dick down your throat, but his mouth hanging open in pleasure, forming a perfect ‘o’ shape and the way he looked at you with those intense red eyes filled with lust and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on somehow made you feel like the prettiest girl on earth. You tried your best to hollow your cheeks and swallow around his length and Mark finally lost it, letting out a loud moan that sounded like your name mixed with profanities as hot and thick liquid invaded your tastebuds. Mark kept your head right there while he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm, making sure you swallowed every drop and caressing your hair and praising you until he lost all strength and let his body relax on the chair, releasing the hold he had on you. You let go of his cock with a soft ‘pop’, pulled his pants and boxers back up and rested your head on his thigh, trying to catch your breath and clenching your thighs to get some relief, incredibly aroused. 

“W-was that okay?” Mark asked after a while, hoping you didn’t hate him.

“Yeah…” you replied dreamingly, feeling lightheaded. “Perfect.”

“Y/N,” Mark breathed out, caressing your hair and looking at you lovingly. “Can I…Would you let me make you feel good too?”

“Huh?” you croaked, looking up at him. Mark inhaled deeply and sighed, focusing his eyes on your crotch and then you remembered that wolves had an enhanced sense of smell.He could surely smell how wet you were. How embarrassing. “Oh, no! Don’t worry about it,” you said, standing up too quickly and almost falling because your legs were not ready for that. Mark immediately stood up and caught you in his arms, pulling your body and face dangerously close to his. “I- it’s…,” you tried to speak, but it was hard when Mark was close enough to kiss you. “You don’t h-have to, r-really,”

“I want to,” Mark whispered like he was hypnotized, licking his lips and staring at yours hungrily. “Please let me…” 

 Oh, he was trouble. You wanted to say yes to anything he asked from you. But your prideful side reminded you that you had had to basically beg him to fuck your mouth. It wasn’t like he actually wanted you. “No need,” you finally said, pushing him away gently and turning around to search for his payment. You came back to him and offered him an envelope with cash. “Thank you for your help. It looks like the potion works perfectly,” you said politely, becoming your professional persona again, much to Mark’s disappointment. 

He looked from the envelope to your face, until he remembered that, according to you, what had just happened was all business. The fact that you would go on thinking that he would just let anyone suck him off for money made him feel physically ill, but then, he is the one who showed up for the job. He looked away and nodded, before taking the envelope and stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie, without sparing it a glance. “No problem,” he muttered, dragging his feet towards the exit, but he stopped himself after a couple of steps, addressing you. “Hey, Y/N! Uh… do you, like, maybe- I was wondering if you,” just ask for her number,dude. Why can’t you do it?! “Is there any other potion you need to try?” he asked instead. Mark, you fucking loser.

“Uh…” you pondered for a few seconds. You would love to see him again, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. But he did say he would be willing to participate in future testing during the interview. “There’s something I’m working on these days,” you admitted shyly, shifting around because of the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs. 

“Call me,” Mark said quickly. “Whenever you want to try a new product, call me first,” he added, pointing at the folder where Jeonghan had written all his information, including his phone number. “I’ll t-try them out… with you.”

“O-okay,” you knew you were blushing and you couldn’t even hide the small smile on your lips. Again, you tried not to let it get to your head; for all you knew he could just be desperate for more cash. “We’ll let you know.”

 As soon as Mark got home, he was met with uncountable indiscreet questions. The entire house, and maybe the neighborhood knew he had been out there getting a blowjob.

“Did she fall for you?” Haechan asked, coming from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne ready to be opened. 

“Not even close,” Mark grunted. 

“What?!” he lowered the bottle, disappointed.”What happened?!” 

“She gave me the best orgasm of my life and then gave me money,making it very clear it had been for the sake of her business,” Mark muttered, plopping on the couch as his brothers surrounded him with curious eyes. “Didn’t even let me return the favor…”

“So this is it?” Chenle butted in. “You’re giving up?”

“No, I… I told her I was willing to volunteer to test other products and she said she would let me know if something came up.”

Some of the guys gave each other skeptical looks, communicating with their eyes that they thought you wouldn’t call Mark.

“No. You’re going to that store every damn day if you have to,” Haechan said stubbornly.

“Just because it worked for you, it doesn’t mean it will work for everyone,” Mark sighed, remembering how Haechan had showed up in their mate’s store everyday for months to win her over. “A guy going to a sex shop everyday? She’ll think I’m a perv.”

“Persistence is key,” Haechan insisted, but Mark wasn’t listening anymore. He stood up and left to lock himself in his room, leaning against the door. He took the cash envelope out of his pocket and threw it somewhere on the floor, letting out a frustrated groan. He should have asked for your number like a normal man interested in a woman. Why did he have to be such a coward? He probably wouldn’t hear from you again.

…But he did. After a couple of weeks of him watching the store from afar (while Haechan straight up went to the store and bought whatever just to make sure you weren’t testing any potions with somebody else), one morning he got a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” he murmured lethargically, still half asleep.

“Hello? Is this, uh…Mark Lee?” your voice asked on the other side of the line.

“Y/N, shit-,” he sat up immediately as soon as he recognised your voice. “Sorry, I was- Y-yes, this is M-mark.”

“Hi, Mark, this is Y/N ,from Pandora’s Box,” you introduced yourself even though you had clearly heard him say your name. “We were wondering if you were still interested in helping us test our products,” you recited just like you had practiced a thousand times before making the call.

“Yes, please!” Mark answered way too quickly. “I mean, I would love to- I… sure, I can help.”

“Would you be available Saturday night?”

“Y-yeah, Saturday sounds great,” honestly, he would have showed up in his pajamas right now if you had asked him to.

“Great! I’ll text you the address. Save my number!” you said quickly and hung up before he could question if it all had been a dream. You put the phone down and glared at Jeonghan. “Happy now?” you asked him sarcastically and he laughed.

“Now, that wasn’t that hard, was it?” he asked back. He had been teasing you ever since the last time Mark had visited the store. Being your best friend meant he could immediately tell when you liked someone and you really really liked Mark. So Jeonghan, being the good friend he was, had been pestering you day and night to call Mark directly instead of recruiting new volunteers to test your potion. 

Still on his bed, Mark was having a thousand different thoughts a second. You’d said you would send him an address. So you wouldn’t meet at the store? And you also told him to save your number… so the phone you used to call him had to be yours, right? Oh god, was this like a date? Just then, a notification of a message from the same number popped up, informing him of the address he had to go to the next day. Nothing more, and nothing less. He bit his lip nervously. Why did you have to keep treating everything like a job? Would it kill you to send an emoji? But he told himself this was no time to be pessimistic. You had called him, and that was a good start.

 And here he was now, on a Saturday night, ringing the bell of an apartment and trying to control his anxiety. 

“Mark?” He was met with your flustered face when you opened the door, wearing an oversized shirt that had him wondering if you were completely bare under it. “You’re early!” you said, pulling the hem of the shirt lower to cover you better. “S-sorry, come in! I’ll just get changed quickly.”

“You don’t have to!” Mark said way too fast, having a hard time to stop looking at your thighs. “I m-mean, you can if you want to, but I…I don’t mind… like, at all.”

You blushed and stared at Mark, not knowing how to reply to that, because he was obviously checking you out.

“I mean, this is your house,” Mark stated. It wasn’t a question; your scent was everywhere. “You get to wear whatever you want, right?” he shrugged, hoping he wasn’t making it that obvious that he didn’t want you to cover up. “Why are we meeting here, by the way?”

“I thought some privacy would be nice,” you said, remembering how Jeonghan made fun of you because of how loud Mark had been last time. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Not all all.”

“Cool,” you sighed. “I just need to add a couple of ingredients and the potion will be ready. Make yourself at home,” you made your way towards the kitchen, deciding not to change clothes, partly because your current outfit was comfortable, but mostly because you secretly enjoyed Mark’s eyes on your body.

Instead of finding a seat and killing time on his phone, Mark followed you, hoping you didn’t mind some company. He leaned against the fridge as he watched you do your thing, trying to come up with something to say to start a conversation.

“How’s your throat?” he finally asked, watching you almost drop the spoon you were holding. 

“Fine,” you gave him a short answer. He didn’t need to know you could barely speak for a couple of days after you deepthroated him.

“Good to hear,” he whispered, watching you with doting eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed. Maybe it was because your aroma was surrounding him, but he found himself feeling more relaxed and open to speak without filtering his words.

“You didn’t hurt me,” you assured him, not daring to look at him and focusing on your potion instead. “You were…really good.”

“Yeah?” he purred, feeling lightheaded by the domestic view of you wearing nothing but an oversized shirt in the kitchen, wishing he could see this everyday of his life.

“Y-yeah,” you gulped,feeling his eyes boring into you. “Okay, uh-I’m gonna need a drop of your blood,” you changed the topic quickly.

“Sure,” Mark didn’t even question it. You could have all of him. He walked towards you and let you grab his hand, using a needle to prick his index finger as fast and unpainfully as you could, letting a single drop of his blood pour into the cauldron. Immediately after, you did the same to your own finger, letting your blood mix with his in the potion. “What does this potion do?” Mark asked.

You gave him a surprised look. “Didn’t I tell you on the phone?”

Mark shook his head, chuckling. You remembered how you were so nervous you hung up on him as soon as he agreed to help.

“And you still came? Without even knowing-” you gasped when Mark took your hand into his and slid your injured finger into his mouth, softly sucking on it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked gently, giving it little licks,  completely forgetting the conversation you were having just now.

“N-no,” you sighed, confused and nervous at the loving way Mark had been behaving ever since he entered your place. Maybe he was just being nice and you were imagining things. “Anyways, about the potion,” you raised your voice in panic, removing your hand from his and going back to mixing the potion. “It will make you feel what your partner feels. This way, people can know if what they are doing is enjoyable and no one needs to fake their orgasms.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?” you asked, now pouring the bright pink potion in two different glasses and offering one to him.

“Faked an orgasm?”

“Of course. Not like men care enough to check,” you said, hearing Mark tsk next to you. “So, after we drink this potion, I would need you to touch yourself,” you swallowed nervously, hoping not to scare Mark away with your straightforwardness. “ Nothing too wild, just something that feels good to you and we’ll see if I feel it too… if you are still up for it?”

Mark raised an eyebrow and straight up drank the potion, not leaving a single drop behind. He wouldn’t even dream of letting you try that out with somebody else. “Well?” he asked, tilting his head towards your glass. You hesitated for a moment before drinking the potion too.

“S-so, you can use the bathroom and uh-...do whatever you need t-to do,” you stuttered nervously, showing him where the bathroom was and letting him have some privacy. You assumed he would probably need to watch some porn on his phone or something, but you had no idea your scent already had him on edge. As soon as you sat down on the sofa, you felt a tingling sensation on your neck, which traveled to your shoulders and then your arms. And then it clicked; you were feeling his fingers. He was gently caressing his own body like he would to a lover and you could feel it on yourself. You gasped when the invisible fingers ran down your chest and grazed your nipples softly before toying with them. Oh fuck, the potion really worked.

Mark never took his sweet time like this when touching himself, but just thinking that he was indirectly touching you made him want to seize the opportunity. He closed his eyes and let his hands move like they were exploring your body. He teased himself by running his hands up and down his abdomen several times, always stopping at the waistband before sneaking only the tip of his fingers in, imagining you begging him to get to it.

In the other room, you were mentally begging for him. His faint touches had you trembling and wanting to touch yourself. You didn’t, because you knew he would feel it if you were pleasuring yourself and it would be embarrassing, but god you wanted to. Thankfully, Mark seemed to have mercy on himself-on you- and slid his hand past his boxers, fully palming himself and letting out a moan that echoed past the bathroom walls. You bit your lip to suppress the moan that almost escaped you, quickly crossing your legs at the sudden stimulation, arching your back when you felt slow circles being drawn on your clit. Shit, he was teasing the head of his cock, going from slow big circles to tiny fast ones that had you squirming on your seat. That’s when it hit you that he wasn’t doing this to himself, but to you. This fucker was doing it intentionally. 

 Mark started stroking his cock furiously, knowing it would take you by surprise and smirking victoriously when he heard a whine coming from the living room. He was so thankful for his enhanced hearing right now, because he could hear every little gasp you let out like you were right in front of him. When he felt himself close to his climax he stopped moving his hand and chuckled at the way you whimpered. He pulled his pants back up and exited the bathroom to find you in the living room.

“Did it work?” he asked innocently, trying not to laugh at your frustrated, blushing face. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again and nodded. He eyed you up and licked his lips, before sitting on the couch in front of you. “Shouldn’t we test if it works both ways?”

“W-what?” you croaked, breathing heavily. 

“Don’t you need to know if I feel what your body feels too?” he asked, scanning your body carefully.

Even in your aroused state, you knew he was making sense. Plus, you were so close and desperate to cum you didn’t care if it was embarrassing anymore. But you also wanted to get back at him for teasing you. So you obliged, sliding one of your hands under your shirt right there in front of him. His breath hitched and his eyes widened when he saw what you were doing.He was a bit disappointed when he saw that you were in fact wearing a pair of shorts under your shirt, but he wasn’t going to complain when he had you groping your tits in front of him. He sighed shakily at the way you floundered your breasts, occasionally teasing your nipples.

“Can you feel it?” you asked.

Mark licked his lips and shifted on his seat. If he admitted he felt it, would it be over?Would you give him money and kick him out again? He had to make it last. “I-...I’m not too sure. My nipples are not very sensitive so m-maybe…you could touch somewhere else?” he asked hopefully, letting his eyes fixate on your crotch. 

“You’re not sensitive there?” you teased, sliding your hands down your stomach to your shorts. “But you were touching them so much earlier…”

“Did you like it?” he asked hopefully, his body leaning forward and falling on his knees on the floor, slowly crawling towards you and breathing heavily..

“This isn’t about my pleasure,” you sighed, your words contradicting how wet you were when your fingers made contact with your pussy.

“Why not?” Mark asked, on his knees in front of you, looking at your fingers move up and down under the fabric of your shorts.He swallowed back a moan at the way your teasing touch felt on his own body thanks to the potion. “Why can’t it be?”

“I just w-want the best for my b-business,” you said stubbornly between moans, getting closer to your orgasm when a pair of strong hands stopped yours from moving and you gasped. “M-mark?” 

“Then we should test this shit right, don’t you think?” Mark asked through gritted teeth, his eyes displaying the same red color you saw when he fucked your throat weeks ago. 

“T-test it right?” you repeated dumbly, as he took your hand out of your shorts.

“Do you normally just meet up with sexual partners, watch each other touch themselves and call it a day?” Mark asked you nonchalantly. 

“N-no, but…”

“Isn’t the entire point of this to feel if our partner likes what we do to them?” he clarified, gently placing his hands on each of your knees.

 You froze at his words. Was he suggesting you touched each other? You already liked him way too much for what would be a normal crush. You knew you would fall for him badly if you two went any further.

“Let me,” Mark pleaded, moving his palms up and down your thighs and applying more pressure on a spot on your inner thigh he literally felt you liked better. 

Would it really be that bad to give in? To enjoy yourself a little? To allow yourself to feel something for him?

“Okay…” you finally said and Mark didn’t waste a single second more, pulling your tiny shorts off and groaning at the sight of your wet panties sticking to your pussy. He licked you languidly through the thin fabric and moaned loudly at both the way you tasted and his own body receiving the pleasure he was giving you. 

“O-oh my god,” he whined leaning back in, this time more aggressively, moving his head up and down and lapping and sucking brutally.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, trying to close your legs around Mark’s head, who didn’t seem to care at all. He hummed and slid his hands up your thighs to your ass, grabbing your buttcheeks and pushing you against him harder, which made you tremble and throw your head back. “Mark, oh god, M-mark I’m-...I’m gonna-”

Mark knew. He felt how close you had been to coming so many times in the last half an hour. He himself was close too, so he used one of his hands to stroke himself in sync with his tongue, bringing both of you to such a powerful orgasm you couldn’t even moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tensed. Your legs fell off Mark’s shoulders as he continued licking you obsessively. 

“Mark,” you moaned, trying to push his head away weakly. “I’m s-sensitive, Mark.”

Again, he knew. He was trembling himself at the overstimulation, but he didn’t want it to end. “Please,” he whined when you managed to put some distance between you. “Just a little bit more, please,” he begged desperately tugging at your panties which ended up tearing apart in his hands. You gasped and he looked at the ruined material he was holding in his hands. He seemed as confused as you were. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he muttered. You remembered how he had told you that he was stronger than he looked, how he had broken one of your best selling toys and now he had destroyed a pair of panties without even trying. Fuck, the things he could do to you. 

You loved it.

You loved him.

Wait, what? You knew your crush on him was weird, because of how your body reacted to your first encounter, how your mind would go to him 24/7 and how you really wanted him to…bite you?? You looked at him, on his knees, staring back at you cautiously; almost like he could tell what you were thinking, like he felt what you felt not only physically…but emotionally. The potion had worked so well, you could feel everything the other felt. The lust, love, possessiveness, the need he had to mate you, you felt it all. 

He had imprinted on you.

“Y/N…” he could sense it; you were terrified. He reached for your hand, but you quickly stood up, pulling your shirt down and walking away from him with wobbly legs, ignoring your ripped panties sliding down your legs. “Y/N, come on…” he called, standing up and going after you, stopping when you turned back to him, offering him an envelope with his payment. 

“Thank you for your help,” you said robotically, looking at the door instead of him, indicating it was his time to leave. 

Mark glared darkly at the damn envelope in your hands. There you went again, being intimate with him, making him feel like his heart could burst out of happiness and then throwing cash at him like he was a hooker. Why did you have to make it feel so dirty? He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to let you go, but maybe he shouldn’t push it too hard. Maybe you needed some space and you could talk later.

“Keep the money,” he sighed, walking uncomfortably towards the door due to the stickiness in his pants. “See you.”

“You won’t,” you spitted, flinching when he turned around quickly and glared at you. “We w-won’t be calling you for future testing.”

Mark tightened his jaw and stared at you for what felt like an entire minute before he decided he was done being the nice guy. Fuck it. If this was the last time he would see you, he wanted to at least know what your fucking problem was. 

“Why not?” he asked, walking towards you and feeling the anxiety build up in your body while you took some steps back. “Didn’t I satisfy you?”

You looked away. You knew it wasn’t fair to treat him like he was part of a transaction, but you didn’t think you were ready for what a wolf imprinted on you meant.

“We came at the same time, didn’t we? We felt everything the other person felt-we still do,” he continued, chuckling when he felt the way your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Didn’t I prove my worth as a test subject? Aren’t I the perfect little toy you wanted?”

His words were playful, but you felt the pain and anger behind them.

“You’re not a toy,” you said as firmly as you could.

“Then don’t treat me like one,” Mark growled. 

“When did I ever-”

“You keep shoving money into my pocket and kicking me out as soon as you’re done with me-”

“That was the deal!” you yelled exasperatedly.

“Screw the deal!” he raised his voice too. “ I can literally feel how much you want me. How much you want me to stay. So why are you making me leave? How long are you going to play with my feelings?” he paused, taking a deep breath in and trying to tune into your emotions, trying his best to understand you. “Are you-...afraid of me?” The way your level of anxiety skyrocketed gave him the answer he needed. “Why? B-because I’m a werewolf? Because of my strength?” he asked sadly.

“No, that’s…that’s not a problem for me,” you admitted shyly. Not wanting to say you were into that.

“Then what are you afraid of?” he asked.

“You imprinted on me,” you confronted him.

“...Yes,” he calmly confessed.

“These…feelings,” you tried to explain, pointing at your body vaguely. “All these things you’re feeling right now, and that now I can feel too… do you- do you feel them all the t-time?”

“Yeah, especially when I think about you,” he sighed. “...which is pretty much all the time.”

“H-how-” you breathed with difficulty. “How do you c-control them? They are so…intense.”

“I don’t,” Mark simply said. “I tried to tone them down at first, but I just made it harder for myself. I accept them and let them control me once in a while.”

“L-let them control you?!” you repeated incredulously. 

“Ah, so this is what this is about,” Mark threw his head back and let out a breathy laugh. “You have control issues.”

 You scoffed, walking angrily towards the kitchen. Not that you had anything to do there, you just wanted to get away.

“Am I wrong?” he challenged, chasing after you. “You’re annoyed because you can’t control the way you feel for me,” he cornered you against the kitchen counter, making you face his red eyes. “And you can’t control me.”

 You visibly shivered at that. “Mark…” 

“I came here because I wanted you. I ate you out because I’ve wanted to taste you since I first saw you. I love feeling this way about you and I have no intention of controlling it,” he whispered, taking a step closer to you, leaving almost no space between you.

 You breathed heavily. His feelings were too intense for your body to take. “Then who’s g-going to be in control?” you asked nervously.

He chuckled. “None of us,” he replied like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just let go,” he purred against your lips. “Allow yourself to feel it. Feel me.”

So you did. You crashed your lips against his and brought his body into yours desperately, tugging at his hair and moaning wantonly. He cursed under his breath and shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you he could. You pulled away to breath, which was still hard with how tense you were. “Relax,” Mark murmured, kissing down your neck and nipping at your collarbones. “Feel everything. I got you, pretty girl.”

 You inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling all tension leave your body while Mark’s mouth and hands worshiped your body. A warm sensation filled you and a shiver ran down your spine when you allowed yourself to lose control. “F-fuck, oh my god, Mark-” you moaned out loud when he took your shirt off and attached himself to your tits, licking them obscenely. There was nothing soft and gentle about the way you both were behaving, with your fingers pulling his hair and him humping you desperately, like you both couldn’t wait any longer. The fact that you could feel anything the other could, made it a thousand times more intense. 

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum like this,” Mark whined, rutting his clothed cock against your bare pussy faster, burying his head between your breasts and holding your body tightly against his. The constant friction on your clit had you gasping for air and you soon felt yourself cumming, staining his pants and shaking at the second orgasm you two had shared that night. 

Before you had any time to recover, Mark lifted you off the ground and sat you on the kitchen counter, taking his shirt off and stepping out of his pants and boxers carelessly. He positioned himself between your legs and pressed his naked body against yours, bringing your lips to his for another passionate kiss, and allowing his hands to touch every corner of you. 

Unconsciously you found yourself pressing your hips into his, moaning at the wet sounds that could be heard whenever his cock moved against your wet pussy. He was panting heavily into the messy kiss, physically shaking because of how much he wanted to be inside of you.

“Put it in, god, please, put it in,” you begged him.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, giving you one last kiss before lining up his cock with your entrance and wincing when he could barely slide the tip in. “Y/N, y-you can’t take it-”

“I can, please-please Mark I...,” you slurred your words, grabbing his hips and trying to force him deeper into you. “I c-can.”

“You’re in pain, Y/N,” Mark hissed. The effects of the potion had faded away, but he wasn’t an idiot. He only needed to look at his size and then at yours.

“But, Mark,” you whined, kissing a spot on his neck that had him moaning out loud. “I really want it.”

He took a moment to think.He wanted it too, but he didn’t want to hurt you. 

“J-just go slowly, hmm?” you suggested as an alternative to stopping completely. 

Mark nodded. Slow, yeah. He could do that. “D-don’t move,” he warned you, sliding just a tiny bit more of his huge dick into your tight wet hole and groaning when your walls contracted around him. Okay, maybe he couldn’t do it. “Y/N, don’t do that…”

 He looked up to your face and saw that it was pointless to give you any orders right now. Your unfocused eyes and the way you bit your lip created an erotic sight that he would never be able to forget. “Fuck, Y/N” he pushed into you some more while looking at your blissful face and laughed in disbelief. “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” he asked. When you only nodded dumbly, he inhaled sharply and kissed you hungrily, snapping his hips into yours harshly and holding your spasming body against his.

“Shit, d-did you just come?!” Mark asked incredulously, delivering kisses on the corner of your lips and all over your face while you sobbed. “You’re f-fucking insane, did you k-know that?” he spoke as he started fucking you fast and rough from the get go. “So pretty and s-sensitive, just for me.”

“S-so big,” you cried out.

“Yeah?” he cooed, changing the way he was fucking you to slow but deep. “Too big for my pretty girl?” god, he just loved how your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached blindly for something to hold onto, dropping a few kitchen supplies into the floor. “But you said you c-could take it, didn’t you?” he asked, thrusting into you particularly hard and making you scream.

“I gah-I c-can, I can,” you insisted, tears running down your face, which Mark quickly wiped off before he kissed you. “F-uh, faster-” you whined in between kisses.

“Faster?” Mark’s crimson eyes gleamed mischievously, and his hips snapped into yours fast twice, teasing you. “Is this no good?” he asked, resuming his slow pace at sliding in and out of you. You shook your head and tried to bring him closer with your legs around his waist. “Don’t you want to feel every.inch.of.me?” he hissed, accentuated each of the last words with sharp thrusts into your pussy.

You murmured something that Mark couldn’t quite understand, so he stopped his movements to let you catch your breath. “What was that?” he asked you, caressing your cheek. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

“B-bite me…” you croaked weakly.

 Mark’s cock twitched inside of you and it took all of his self control not to come right in that moment. 

“Don’t play with me, Y/N…” he warned you.

You shook your head, moving your hips against his and pulling his hair to bring him dangerously close to your neck. He gasped, salivating at the chance he was being given.

“Bite me, Mark…” you repeated and shuddered when he snarled against your skin and sank his teeth into your neck. You mewled and threw your head back, holding onto his shoulders. “O-oh god, Mark, M-mark fuck-ah!” 

 Without detaching his mouth from your neck, Mark went back to fucking you, this time fast and animalistically like you had asked him to, the pace so fierce that your moans were coming out as staccatos. 

“Uh-uh-aah-ah fuck-fuck, Ma-ark!” you sobbed, sure he was gonna break you, but loving every second of it. 

Mark could not stop as his cock started growing inside of you. “Y/N, Y/N shiiit gonna-...gonna k-knot you fuh- fuck, s-so pretty,” he panted against your neck, giving it gentle kisses as an apology for what he was about to do. “Oh, fuck- ooooh yeah, y-yeah-” he gasped and plunged into you viciously fast, letting his eyes roll to the back of his head and drooling all over your neck  as his abdomen contracted and spurts of cum spilled into you, knot securing it all inside your tight pussy. “Y/N-...Y/N, fuck,” he groaned as you scratched his back, leaving angry red marks all over him.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out once his fluttering heart calmed down enough for him to speak. “My pretty girl,” he purred, pecking your neck and then looking for your lips to kiss you lovingly. “All mine.”

“Yours,” you murmured against his lips, allowing him to kiss you again and again. "And you're mine."

“Does that mean you won’t try your potions on other men?” he asked you, half joking, half serious. 

“Why would I need to? You’re my perfect little toy, after all,” you teased him back, making him groan at the way you used his own words against him. “I’m joking.You’re not a toy,” you clarified, kissing him sweetly and looking into his eyes. “But you’re perfect.”

Sucks to be Him

Summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.

Pairing: Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, no actual cheating

“I must be the luckiest motherfucker on Earth.”

 Confused, you looked to your right to see a man with beautiful tan skin and boyish soft features leaning against the wall next to you. His smile was mischievous but his eyes held such a gentle spark that you felt jealous of whoever that look was directed towards. You looked then to your left, trying to find who he was talking to, only to see a few guys vomiting and a girl drunk calling her ex.

 You frown and look back to your right, where he is still staring right at you, this time eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip softly. 

“Excuse me?,” you asked, giving him an unamused glare.

“Fuck, even your voice is pretty,” he  chuckled as he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

“...Are you high?”

“It sure feels like it,” he sighed dreamily. 

“...OK. Bye,” you awkwardly said, willing yourself to go back into the noisy club, but before you could walk past the handsome stranger, he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against his body. You gasped as your free hand landed on his firm chest where his heart beat so hard and fast it almost felt like you were holding it in your palm.

“What’s the hurry, pretty?,” he asked, bringing your hand which he still hadn’t let go of to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

 You never let men treat you like this. Especially strangers. You would have beaten the shit out of him already, screamed or run if you weren’t feeling brave. But this time your body wouldn’t move, and it wasn’t because of fear. Being held by him felt good. You felt protected, wanted, adored, like you belonged with him and not with your boyfriend.

Right.

Your boyfriend.

While you were clubbing with friends, you  had to go out and look for a quiet place to call him, but he didn’t pick up.

You should be with him now.

Not with whoever this guy was.

Gathering all the strength you could and ignoring the sharp pain in your chest, you pushed him away with shaky hands. He looked more hurt than angry. His eyes glossed like he was about to cry at the abrupt rejection.

“I-...I have a b-boyfriend,” you stuttered as you clumsily took your phone and tried calling him again.

 The man seemed even more hurt at your words, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open in disbelief. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing while listening to the neverending call waiting beep. 

 When you finally gave up and hung up with a heavy sigh, he spoke again.

“He’s not picking up?” he asked, his eyes still closed as he rested his head on the wall. You ignored his question and quickly typed a message instead. “What a shitty boyfriend. I will never do that to you,” he continued matter of factly, like he was predicting the future instead of speaking hypothetically.

“He t-texted me,” you lied. “We’re gonna meet now.”

“Well, sucks to be him.”

“What?”

“I said it sucks to be him,” he said, opening his eyes slowly, “because you’ll have to break up with him.”

 You couldn’t believe your ears. The audacity.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I break up with him?” you spitted, finally looking at him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, when you saw his eyes and froze.

They kept changing between golden and red.

Fuck.

A werewolf.

You recalled everything you learned about werewolves back in school. You never thought you would cross paths with one, since there were so few of them.

 You knew they weren’t naturally aggressive, but when their eyes turned red things could get messy. It was dangerous. You should be scared.

But you weren’t.

If anything you were weirdly attracted to and curious about this stranger.

“Because you’re my mate.The Moon chose you for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yes, you do. You feel it too, don’t you?”

“...No,” you lied. But you knew he could see right through you. Your legs were visibly shaking, your face was hot and probably as red as his eyes, your heart was beating like crazy and there was a funny feeling expanding in your chest. You felt so warm it was becoming harder to think coherently. 

You had heard about werewolves having human mates, but you??

No way. No matter how attractive he was, you didn’t know this man. Hell he even looked younger than you. No. You had a boyfriend and you had always been a loyal girlfriend. That wouldn’t change because “The Moon” decided against it.

“No?”he asked almost mockingly and took slow steps towards you.

“No!” you repeated firmly and without a second thought you took a tiny satin sack from your purse and threw the content at him. Shiny golden dust landed on his face and he stumbled back shaking his head, fuddled. His body slid down the wall until he was laying on the floor, and his eyes fought the sleeping dust, trying not to lose sight of you. But not even a werewolf was immune to magic and soon he fell asleep. 

 You went home as fast as you could and texted your friends, letting them know you were too tired to party. You texted your boyfriend again, but he hadn’t even read your previous text.

 You thought about the werewolf alone outside of that shady club and it broke your heart. You wanted to go back and check if he was okay, if his hair was as soft as it looked, if his body was always that warm, if his lips-

Enough!

 Next week you were going to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend, he would probably propose, you would say yes and you would live happily ever after. You wouldn’t see thatwerewolf ever again.

The morning of your anniversary you woke up with a killer headache and the usual text from your boyfriend apologizing for not picking up your calls.

Seojun: Sorry, babe. I was busy.

Seojun: I’ll call you later, okay? love you

Y/N: It’s fine! Sorry for bothering you. I love you too! See you tonight

 You added as many heart emojis as you could and sent the message, staring at the screen for a few minutes in case he replied.He didn’t. He was a busy man, after all. You would have plenty of time to talk over dinner.

 You drank a sparkling painkiller potion and took a long shower before getting ready for work, which thankfully wasn’t far: you had to go down the stairs of your cozy  apartment and open your shop. You sold crystals, herbs, oils, and a few objects that were probably cursed. But the main attraction of the store was divination. Tons of people came everyday to ask about their future, their love compatibility and ways to make a fortune. Some of them were drunk groups of friends who got curious after seeing the shop on their way back home after partying. So the shop was strategically located near the hottest area.

 You had 3 clients who had made an appointment with you today and one walk-in customer who ended up buying clear quartz and black tourmaline for protection after the crystal ball showed a friend backstabbing them.

 You were about to close the store when your boyfriend called.

“Hello?” you picked up with a cheerful voice in spite of your tired body and the headache that refused to fade away.

“Hey y/n, how is work?”

“It was good!” you started when you heard the little bell on the door ring, indicating that someone had entered the store. “Sorry! we’re closing early today,” you told the customer without looking away from your purse where you were trying to find the keys to the store.You continued talking to Seojun, “ I’ll close the store now and go to the restaurant.”

“Oh nice, you’re closing early. Where are you going?” your boyfriend asked obliviously.

You stopped blindly searching for the key and sighed heavily, closing your eyes as the heachache only got worse.

“What do you mean where? Don’t you know what day is today?”

 Silence came from the other side of the line. The only voice you heard belonged to the customer who for some reason still hadn’t left the store and was having a drunk discussion (more like a monologue) about destiny with somebody else. Probably a friend who was too drunk to even reply.

“Did you forget our anniversary?!” you asked. More to confirm than anything else. The answer was clear.

“Y/n… you know I’ve been busy,” he started.

“I’m just saying,” the customer insisted on their philosophical conversation, “I presented before you and I still haven’t found my mate. How come you-”

“I SAID WE’RE CLOSED!” you snapped, finally turning to see the insistent customer. There stood the werewolf you met last week, next to another guy about his age who looked terrified at your sudden outburst. Both stared at you wide eyed. 

“Y/n, babe…I really don’t have the time today. I’ll make it up to yo-,”Seojun tried reasoning with you but you weren’t listening anymore.

“Seojun…I’ll call you later,” you mumbled and hung up the phone.

 An awkward silence took over the store as all three of you stared at each other.

“Sorry, we uh… we’re gonna uh- go, yeah…” the scared man with feline features whispered as he pulled the other man’s hoodie to move him towards the door.

“It’s her,” the tan skinned werewolf said firmly. 

“Huh?” 

“She’s my mate, Mark. The one I met last week.”

“The one who knocked you out with sleeping dust?”

“Yep.”

“Woah…dude! And you found her again in no more than a week? You really are The Moon’s favorite,” Mark said excitedly.

“What are you doing here?” you cut into the conversation rudely. “I told you I have a boyfriend.”

“The one who just forgot your anniversary?” your supposed mate raised an eyebrow exceptically. 

“Damn, what a shitty boyfriend,” said Mark. 

“That’s none of your business. Just get out!” you exclaimed.

“But…my friend here wants to ask about his future,” said the werewolf.

“As I said before,” you said completely out of patience. “We’re closing early.”

“Why? It’s not like you have plans anymore. Pretty sure your … ‘boyfriend’ just canceled,” he challenged, the word boyfriend coming out as a growl.

“Haechan, shut up! You’re so insensitive,” Mark slapped the man’s arm and turned to speak to you. “I’m so sorry about that. I’ve just…been feeling kinda hopeless lately and I could really use some guidance,” he whispered and looked at his feet, playing with the hem of his sweater. 

 Damn your sweet nature. How could you say no when he looked like a kicked puppy.

“This way,” you finally sighed and guided the two men into a room with a small round table covered with a long red cloth and three chairs. Statues of deities from different religions decorated the room along with beautiful crystals that reflected the dim light of the candles illuminating the room. On the table, a crystal ball, runes, tarot cards and some other divination methods awaited to be of use. 

“My name is Donghyuck. You can call me Haechan,” the tan skinned man suddenly said as soon as the three of you sat down.

“I didn’t ask,” you replied dryly.

“What’s your name?” he asked, ignoring your mean statement. 

You didn’t want him to know. You were already worried that he knew where you worked, so you decided to talk to Mark only.

“How about we do some candle wax reading?” you asked gently. Haechan scoffed.

“Sure, uh… w-whatever you want,” Mark replied nervously, looking at the statue he could swear had moved.

“If you don’t give me a name, I'll call you ‘love’ instead,” Haechan interrupted, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “How about ‘angel’? ‘Princess’? ‘Pretty’? You seemed to like that one-”

“Y/n,” you finally said, your cheeks turning red. “My name is y/n.”

“Y/n…” he repeated like he was savoring your name, looking into your eyes.

You caught the whimper right before it left your throat and  focused on Mark only, who was shifting awkwardly on the chair.

 You could tell how pure Mark was by how easy it was to chanell and see his future. The candle wax floated in the bowl of water making incredibly vivid figures that let you know all you needed to. He was close to meeting his mate alright. You warned him that this person would have quite a strong character and he could get hurt, but he was so excited about having a mate that he didn’t care about the rest. You smiled at how his eyes shined when he curiously looked at the wax and told him every other detail you could see.  You were quite proud of yourself for managing to concentrate when you could feel Haechan’s piercing eyes on you the entire time, and exhalled relieved when you finally led the two visitors to the door. 

“Y/n,” Haechan called your name before leaving. “I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

“Don’t-” you started but he had already left running with Mark who was euphoric at the discovery that he had someone special waiting for him. That, and the alcohol in his body. You were left alone in the dark store, the only noise being the little bell on the door still ringing after the two men closed it.

 You looked for your phone in your purse to find 4 missed calls from your boyfriend and a long text apologizing. Again. You would normally feel sad, but this time you felt nothing.

 When you went downstairs to open the shop the next morning, Haechan was already standing outside. As soon as you opened the door you were met with his boyish smile as he offered one of the coffee’s he was holding and made his way into the store.

 “Haechan…” you sighed, “you can’t be here.”

“Don’t be silly y/n. You’ll need as much help as you can starting today.”

“...Why?” you asked suspiciously.

“Mark was so happy with your work, he told absolutely everyone about how good you are. And he has a lot of friends. Everyone loves Mark,” he said pointing behind him to show you a large line of people waiting to enter. 

 You gasped.

“Ok, wow…uh… look, I appreciate your help, but I can handle it myself. We really shouldn’t see each other any-” you stopped mid sentence when he gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand then rested on your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips, parting them. This time you couldn’t stop the faint whimper that he surely heard as he responded with a soft groan. 

 Just then you heard the bell and pushed him away nervously, facing your first customer of the day

 “H-hi! How can I help you?” you asked with your best customer service smile.

 “Hey, I have this necklace I inherited from my grandma,” the woman said showing you a beautiful necklace with a ruby pendant. “But when I wear it-”

“It’s cursed,” Haechan said, stepping forward and carefully grabbing the relic with his fingertips and placing it on the counter, where he turned on the lamp and pulled the magnifier glass out of the drawer like it was his shop. “14K gold over silver. Truly a beauty…Ah, here it is,” he said as he pointed at a tiny symbol carved at the back of the ruby.

 Both you and the customer stared at him dumbfounded. 

He then walked towards the customer and asked if he could see the back of her neck. Without questioning it, she quickly tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and Haechan stood behind her, looking for something. You stood next to him curiously. 

“Found it,” he murmured and pointed at the same symbol he had seen in the necklace engraved faintly on her neck. “Luckily it’s not serious yet. We’ll just have to purify the necklace and the problem will be solved.”

“How long will that take?” the customer asked hopefully.

“I would say…about two weeks?” he answered, looking at you for confirmation.

“Uh-yeah, two weeks should be enough,” you replied.

 Your first client of the day left satisfied and there were many more to come. Some were looking for a tarot card reading, some needed to buy specific herbs and some had more problems with cursed objects, which Haechan handled perfectly. You didn’t even notice when the day was over.

“How do you know all that stuff?” you asked while balancing the cash drawer. 

“Me? Oh uh…my major is demonology and I specialize in cursed objects, so you could say I’m in my element. Did you know one of your statues moves? I’ll have to take a look at that later,” he rambled.

“Shouldn’t you be in class then?”

“Not really. It’s my last semester so I’m just working on my thesis now. I have plenty of time to work here.”

“Haechan…I- it’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” he asked stubbornly.

“You and me. I told you so many times: I have a boyfriend and I won’t cheat on him-”

“I can wait.”

“I- ugh I’m surely older than you, Haechan, I already graduated a couple of years ago, it won’t work-”

“Ah…that? I guess I should call you noona then.”

“That’s not the point, I- why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”

“It’s just… you keep giving me reasons why you can’t, but you’ve never said you don’t want to.” he replied, caging you against the counter, one hand placed on each side of you. 

“I h-have a boy-”

“I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend, y/n,” he growled, his face coming closer to yours until you were barely cemtimeters away. “Noona…”

Your phone rang just in time. You scurried away and picked up. It was Seojun.

“H-hi!” you asked as cheerfully as you could even though your voice crackled.

“Y/n, you didn’t answer my texts. I was so worried,” Seojun sighed and he did indeed sound worried.

“Oh…yeah I had a lot of work today,” you answer, looking at Haechan who was biting his lip and staring at the floor, frustrated.

“Oh, that’s good! I mean, that your business is doing well-...I,” he cleared his throat. “I am really sorry about yesterday, y/n.”

“...It’s okay,” you replied and winced when Haechan snapped his eyes toward you annoyed, as if clearly saying ‘No, it’s not okay.’ 

“Let me make it up to you, hm? I’m outside your store now.”

“Now?!” you asked just when you heard the bell again. You were face to face with Seojun, smiling at you gently. 

“Hi, babe! I finished work early today so I thought we could-Oh, sorry you have a customer,” he said when he saw Haechan.

“I’m not a customer,” Haechan replied, jaw tight. “I work here.”

“Oh…she never mentioned you,” he said awkwardly and chuckled, offering to shake hands with Haechan. “I’m Seojun, her boyfriend.”

“Donghyuck,” Haechan replied, stopping himself from saying ‘her destined mate’, shaking his hand, his grip a little bit too strong to be friendly.

You felt petrified, your hands were suddenly cold and you held your breath. When was the last time you had seen Seojun? three weeks ago? More? You could hardly recognize the man you were supposed to be in love with. And what’s worse, you had almost let another man kiss you. And now they were both shaking hands. You were the worst. 

 All these thoughts running in your head were so overwhelming you couldn’t stop a tear rolling down your cheek, and then another one, until you were sobbing uncontrollably. 

 Both men looked at you, surprised. Haechan was the first one to move, wanting nothing else than to hold you but Seojun cleared his throat, gaining his attention. Haechan glared at him, but knew better than to start a fight when you were crying. Instead, he moved away, letting your actual boyfriend be the one who comforted you.

 “What’s wrong, baby?” Seojun asked, caressing your head. Haechan grimaced at the nickname and you only cried harder. “I know, I know. I’ve missed you too. You seem to be very tired, so I’ll cancel the reservation and we can just stay in today, okay? Let’s order something and I’ll stay with you all night, I promise,” he was talking to you, but he stole a glance towards Donghyuck, his instincts already telling him he should be careful. “You can go, Donghyuck. I’ll take care of my girlfriend.”

 Haechan didn’t move for a few seconds, his wolf saying he shouldn’t leave his mate crying  in some other man’s arms. But he finally said goodbye and left the store, telling himself he needed to be patient.

 When you heard the door bell you cried harder, a part of you not wanting Haechan to go. But you pushed that thought away, hugging your boyfriend and repeating in your head that if you worked harder you could make this relationship work. Your boyfriend waited patiently for you to stop crying, helped you close the store, order your favorite food and cuddled you.

“Y/n… tell me what’s on your mind,” he begged when you were both lying in bed.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I’m just tired.”

He stared at you for what felt like a whole minute and then leaned in, kissing you hesitantly. You kissed him back and he deepened the kiss happily. It had been so long since you last kissed. The room became heated soon and you were lying under him, his hands pushing your shirt up slowly, exposing your belly. 

“You’re quiet today,” he panted, kissing your neck.

“I’m just tired,” you repeated, but you were not sure that was the reason. To be honest, you weren’t turned on. You didn’t feel anything at all.

“Yeah? Let me do all the work then, m’kay?” he said, slipping his hand into your pants. He then stopped moving and pulled away from you. “Y/n…you’re not wet.”

 You looked away, embarrassed.Fuck.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

 He stared at you without knowing what to do. This had never happened before. 

“How about I suck you off?” you offered, unbuckling his belt.

“Y/n,” he called, not sure if you should keep going, but all his concerns were replaced with a deep moan when you licked at the tip of his hard member. 

 You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world but you could at least do this for him. You tried to satisfy him as much as possible that night, feeling accomplished whenever he moaned and arched his back, but not once did you feel aroused.

 When you woke up the next morning, Seojun wasn’t there. He had left for work and left a note on your night table, repeating how sorry he was for not spending enough time with you.

 You didn’t have breakfast that day, instead went straight to work and found Haechan waiting for you. He looked like he didn’t sleep all night, dark circles under reddened eyes and a worried expression, which quickly turned into relief when he saw you. He quickly approached you but stopped midway, wrinkling his nose and looking away. You knew how sensitive werewolve’s noses were. He could probably smell Seojun all over you. ‘Good’, you thought. That will help him move on faster. 

 You didn’t tell him not to come to the store again. You thought he would stop now that he saw your boyfriend, but you were wrong. He kept showing up every morning for the next month, working hard, bringing you coffee, and telling jokes like nothing had happened. However, he refused to accept his paycheck.

“What do you want then?”

“You,” he simply replied.

“It’s not gonna happen,” you replied, rolling your eyes and he chuckled. He knew you weren’t indifferent to him.

There were still lingering touches, intense stares and some comments that were far from platonic, but he wasn’t coming at you as strongly as before. He was happy to earn your trust slowly, knowing he had the rest of his life to spend with you. No matter how stubborn you were, you couldn’t fight the pull forever. 

 He did get annoyed whenever Seojun dropped by the store. Seojun was never particularly happy to see him either. 

“Hello, Donghyuck,” he greeted uncomfortably, just like whenever he saw him. “You’re still here this late?”

“I would stay longer if she let me,” he replied.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to steal her away from me,” he joked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. 

Haechan simply smirked mischievously and walked towards the door.

“See you around, Seojun.”

 You were trying hard to save your relationship, but he was always busy, he barely replied to your texts even though he said he would change and sex with him was getting more awkward. It just felt wrong.

 Tonight was no different. No matter how many positions you tried, you just couldn’t get off. You could tell Seojun was getting tired and frustrated too. 

“Is there…somebody else?” he asked.

“What?! No,” you replied, offended.

“Is it Donghyuck?” he insisted.

“I-,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing going on between us.”

“But he likes you,” he stated.

“It’s more complicated than that…”

“...Explain.”

“He…is a werewolf.”

He raised his eyebrows and his eyes almost popped out of his skull as everything started making sense. 

“Fuck… h-he…imprinted on you?”

“...Yeah.”

“...And you couldn’t tell me sooner?” he spitted angrily.

“I rejected him. There was nothing to say.”

“I-,” he sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this y/n…”

“Nothing happened between us!”

“He won’t stop y/n! He can’t stop! He’s an animal!”

“He is NOT an animal!”

“I bet you like that. Some immature guy who can’t control himself with you,” he scoffed. “And you just play around with him while I work my ass off for us-”

“What?! You don’t work for us! you work for yourself. You didn’t think about us during our anniversary, you didn’t think about us when I asked you to move in together, when I asked to spend your vacation together, when I wanted to introduce you to my parents-”

“Thank God I didn’t meet them! I knew we wouldn’t last long anyways-”

You slapped him as hard as your shaking hands allowed you. He glared at you but said nothing, quickly getting dressed and grabbing his stuff. He felt guilty but refused to be the first one to say sorry. You on the other hand, couldn’t even cry. You were tired of always waiting for a man who never had time for you and now had the audacity of accusing you of cheating. 

 You accompanied him to the door of the store in silence. It was morning already so, of course, Haechan was there. 

“Seojun,” he greeted.

“Donghyuck,” he replied with the same lack of enthusiasm.

“Noona, they just delivered these. I think your friends sent it,” Haechan told you, giving you a couple of gifts and a bouquet of flowers. “I didn’t know it was your birthday! Happy birthday!”

Seojun looked at the gifts, then at you and closed his eyes, sighing full of regret. Of course he forgot about that too.

“Don’t worry, Haechan. You’re not the only one who didn’t know,” you said bitterly. “Come in.”

“Y/n,” Seojun started but you didn’t let him finish this time.

“We should break up, Seojun.” 

 Haechan stopped walking and looked at you, wide eyed. His eyes met Seojun’s and then he bit a victorious smirk, which your now ex-boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.

“No,” Seojun said. “Let’s talk-”

“We were talking just now. I heard you loud and clear. I don’t think there’s anything left to say.”

 You closed the door and walked in, leaving Seojun outside too stunned to speak until he eventually left. You asked Haechan to look after the store while you went to take a shower and then started your day like nothing happened. You could tell Haechan wanted to ask, but you were so busy the entire day you barely had any time alone.

It was dark outside when you were closing the store  and he finally spoke.

“So…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Haechan,” you cut him off.

“I know it’s just…Happy birthday,” he said shyly. You turned around and saw him holding a small cake  with candles illuminating his beautiful face. 

“I..wow Haechan,” you smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “When did you have the time to get that?”

“Lunch break,” he replied. “I didn’t have enough time to get you a gift though. I should have known sooner-”

“Thank you.”

“Huh?”

“Thank you, Haechan,” You said, looking at the cake dreamily. 

Haechan could feel his heart about to burst. He smiled proudly.

“You’re welcome. Make a wish.”

You closed your eyes and did as he told you, then blew the candles while he cheered for you. It was a small celebration, but you hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.

 “Drink with me, Haechan?” you asked him. He nodded quickly and offered to go buy any drink you wanted.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting on the counter, drinking a beer with your supposed mate. Laughing at embarrassing stories of when he was a child. 

“What did you wish for, noona?,” he asked suddenly.

“It’s a secret.”

“But I want to knooow,” he pouted.

“Why do you want to know?” you laughed.

“To make it come true.”

You looked at him. His sincere eyes were waiting for an answer just so he could make the impossible possible. All for you.

“I wished…”

“Yeah?” he breathed out.

“For a hug,” you blurted out. Truth be told, you didn’t make a wish. You couldn’t think of any at the moment. But you could really use a hug tright now.

 He gulped, situating himself in between your legs, you still sitting on the counter. “I can do that. May I?”

You nodded and he didn’t waste more time. He pressed your bodies together and held you tightly, his heart beating against yours as he straight out moaned at the feeling. You stayed like that for a minute, both of your breathings getting heavier.

“Noona,” he broke the silence.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when I told you I could wait?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Fuck that,” he groaned and crashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back hungrily  and he sighed dreamily, unconsciously humping against your center, rolling your skirt all the way up. You moaned against his mouth and he chuckled.

“You like that? Hm?”

“Yeah…”

“Me too, angel,” he whispered and cupped your breasts over your shirt, massaging gently. “You’re so soft, so perfect.”

You whined and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, slipping your hand past his boxers and grabbing him firmly. 

“Ah! Ohh…fuck, fuck,” he moaned, taking your panties off and touching you shamelessly. You almost screamed when he collected your wetness and used it to draw gentle circles on your clit.

“Haechan- ah! Haechan oh my god.”

He licked your neck slowly and gave it little sucks that would soon become hickeys if you didn’t stop him.

“W-wait! No m-ah…Ah! No marks!”

“Why the fuck not?” he growled, bearing his teeth against your neck.

 Just then a faint beep from your phone caught both of your attention. The screen of your phone on the counter next to you lighted up to show an incoming message.

Seojun: y/n, I got you a birthday gift-

You couldn’t finish reading it before Haechan grabbed it and turned it off, slamming it back on the counter.

“Because of him?” he asked, irritated.

“It’s just…it’s been only one day. It would be disrespectful…oh!” you moaned as he slid his cock against your pussy lips and rubbed your clit just right.

“Is there an official grieving time or some shit? He's not your boyfriend right now,” he asked, holding your legs open for better access and hissing, his cock twitching. You couldn’t answer, your eyes trained on where your bodies connected.

“How can it be disrespectful when you were mine from the start?” he asked hotly.

“I…I wasn’t-”

“You were. You’ve always.been.mine!” He stressed every word with a hard thrust, constantly stimulating your bundle of nerves. “He should be thankful I even let him anywhere near you.”

You were a sobbing mess, shaking under him as his hips sped up.

“Did he ever make you this wet,noona? hmm? Did he even make you cum?”

“N-no ah…oh my god- he didn’t, I just c-couldn’t,”

“Of course you couldn’t” he chuckled, grabbing his dick and using it to slap your clit harshly, making you arch your back and your eyes roll back. “Since the moment we met, your body would only want me. All these times you told me we couldn’t be together? I knew it was all bullshit. You are mine.”

 You knew he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it. You wanted him since the beginning.

“Let me mark you,” he hissed, his heavy breathing indicating he was as close as you.

“Ah…n-not- Oh! not y-yet please, pleaseplease oh!” he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit fast from side to side. “Haechan, Haecha-AH! ah!ah! OH MY GOD HAECHAN!”

Your body trembled as you came trying to close your legs only for your tights to be slapped open roughly by Haechan. He lifted your shirt  and bra all the way up to your neck and jerked himself off furiously, aiming his load toward your stomach and breasts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck!” he gasped loudly staring at your face intently while releasing on you.

When he finished he pressed his hands against your stomach and spread his cum all over you.

“W-what are you doing?” you weakly asked.

“If I can’t mark you then you’ll at least smell like me,” he growled.

“Fuck.” you sighed at the view of his cum covered hands massaging your breasts. He kissed your lips softly.

“Happy birthday.”

The next week was weird. Haechan kept working at the store, only now he would be more bold with his touches and kiss you unapologetically whenever you were alone. You didn’t push him away. It just felt right with him.

Except when you read the nonstop messages from your ex. You couldn’t help but feel guilty even though that relationship had been dead months before all this happened. You answered one of his messages, agreeing to meet him and hear what he had to say. You thought it would be awkward if Haechan was around so you told him to leave early, arguing you had plans.  He left, not before throwing a suspicious look at you.

You heard the bell when you were in the divination room and yelled at the newcomer to come in, assuming it was Seojun.

“What happened to your plans?” Haechan asked standing in front of you.

“H-haechan! What are you doing here?”

“Weren’t you going out with friends? Why are you still here?” 

You didn’t speak.

“Noona… you can tell me anything. Don’t lie to me, please”

 You sighed.

“Seojun is coming over,” you admitted.

You saw his jaw tightened but he didn’t speak.

“He wants me to listen to him one last time.”

He nodded and sat down in front of you on the divination table. “I’ll stay.”

“Haechan, no-”

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes turning red momentarily. 

“He won’t feel comfortable-”

“What about what I feel? My mate meeting her ex alone at night makes me very fucking uncomfortable.”

“I…stop calling me that.”

“What? My mate? You are my mate.”

“I haven’t agreed t-to that…” you mumbled.

He stared at you in silence for a few seconds, analyzing your face looking for a sign that you were joking before speaking again

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I’m just…not sure…you really like me that much. You’re still young-”

“I don’t just like you, y/n. I am in love with you. Imprinted for life. I’m very fucking sure.”

 Truth be told you’d had few relationships in your life. All of them ended badly: they left you for somebody else, they didn’t take you seriously, they didn’t have time for you. How did you know this wasn’t just a sick joke? Haechan could easily be lying to you just to get laid.

It was like Haechan could read your mind.

“You still don’t believe me,” he hissed.

“I’m sorry…”

“Ask your tarot cards then.”

“I can’t see my own future…”

“See mine.”

“R-right now?”

“When is Seojun coming?”

“In about 20 minutes.”

“We have time then. Just a simple reading,” he said leaning back into the chair, manspreading comfortably to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you read for him. “Go on.”

“Uh okay,” you started shuffling the cards. “We don’t have much time so you may ask three questions and we’ll take one card to answer each. First question?”

“What am I to you?” he shot without hesitation.

“I thought this was about you. Not me,” you stopped shuffling and glared at him.

“This is about me. You’re in my life now. Now give me a card.”

 Hesitantly you shuffled the cards until one fell on the table facing upwards.

The Sun.

You blushed like crazy. Of course it would be the sun. It was like your cards were making fun of you. You looked up and saw him smirk smuggly.

“I trust you know the meaning of the cards by now, so I don’t need to tell you.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you,” he teased.

“No. Next question.”

“What are you to me?”

You glared at him again but decided to finish the reading before Seojun arrived instead of arguing. Not even two seconds after another card jump out of your hands and on the table.

The Star.

You looked at Haechan who was smiling gently this time. 

“Still don’t believe me?”

“...What’s your last question?”

“What’s our future together?”

“Haechan…”

“Come on. I want you to see it yourself.”

You shuffled the cards nervously until the last card fell, facing the table. You lifted the corner of the card so only you could see it and quickly tried to put it back into the deck, but Haechan quickly grabbed your hand and stood up, walking around the table until he was standing in front of you

“Show me the card,” he commanded, still holding your hand.

You refused, struggling to get away which only ended with both of you falling on the floor, cards flying all around you as his body hovered over you, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand so he could take the card from you.

The Lovers.

He laughed and threw the card away carelessly, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Stop it,” he said softly. “Stop fighting it, y/n. It’s real. I love you and you love me”

You sighed and nodded, leaning in to kiss him when you heard the bell for the second time tonight.

“Y/n? Are you here?” Seojun’s voice asked from the store entrance.

“Fuck! Haechan you have to hide,” you begged. He rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he said, getting under the divination table, covering himself completely with the coth over it. 

You quickly picked up the cards and sat down on the table, right when Seojun entered.

“Y/n! You’re working so late,” he said.

“Ah, I was just finishing a reading,” you said.

“Did I interrupt you?”

“No, not at a-ah!” you gasped when you felt Haechan’s hands caress your legs all the way up to your naked thighs, covering them with the cloth. Bad day to wear a skirt.

“What? What’s wrong?” Seojun asked.

“Nothing, it’s just…m-my headaches. You know how i-it is,” you answered trying to press your legs together, but Haechan wouldn’t allow it.

“Right uh…May I sit down?” “I would rather you didn’t,” you accidentally replied out of panic. The last thing you needed was him noticing Donghyuck under the table. “I mean, I’m sure you won’t have much time anyways. What was it you wanted to say?”

“I…I got you a birthday gift,” he said, placing a small box on the table. “I wanted to give it to you sooner, but you didn’t answer my texts…”

“You never replied to mine when we were together, Seojun.”

“I know, I…I’m sorry. We… are we really done? Can’t we work it out?” he asked sadly.

At this, Haechan growled lowly against your inner thigh, licking and nipping possessively.

You gasped, which your ex mistakenly took as a good sign, looking at you hopefully.

“We were together for so long y/n,” he continued. “Let’s not let a kid ruin it.”

Haechan, who had been kissing his way up to your center, gave you a long lick over your panties making you whine and cover your face with your hands.

“W-ah! what are you talking a-about?” you asked, trying to keep your cool when Haechan found your clit and sucked it into his mouth roughly over the thin layer of fabric.

“We were just fine before that…wolf showed up, y/n,” he said approaching the table to grab the tiny box and open it, revealing a ring with a huge diamond on it. “What do you think? Let’s forget about all this and get marrie-”

 “Oh my god, ohmygod ah!” you sobbed, Haechan pressing his head harder against you, desperate to taste more, holding your thighs around his head. “You c-can’t just- oh… fuck, this is… Things were bad before H-Haech-ah!”

“Y/n, what are you talking about? We were great.”

“You n-never had t-time for me-ah! You forg-ot my…birthday, our anniver-” you sobbed into your hands, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks. Thankfully Seojun assumed you were just very emotional.

“I said I was sorry,” he repeated the words you’d heard so many times before.

“I- for…give y-you,” you regretted saying those words as soon as you felt teeth grazing your clit threateningly. “B-but we ah! are n-not getting back… t-together.”

Seojun just stood there, in silence. There was nothing else he could possibly say to change your mind.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again.

You nodded without looking at him, your face still hiding behind your hands. Being sorry wouldn’t change anything. You didn’t look up until you heard the bell again, telling you Seojun had left.

 You finally let out a loud moan and lifted the cloth, and the sight of Haechan contently eating you out made you come immediately, your thighs shaking around him and your fingers pulling his hair, him groaning appreciatively. 

“Good girl,” he murmured against your core, between licks. “You did so well. So, so good.”

Sensitive, you tried to push his head away, which he responded to with a snarl that sounded almost too animalistic to be coming from him.

“H-Haechan?”

“More,” was his only answer before he stood up and manhandled you onto the table, dropping the box with the ring off the table in the process and ripping your panties with his bare hands, diving back in.

You screamed so loud, you were sure your neighbors would be scared.

“FUCK! HAECHAN!”

 You pulled at his hair and he moaned against you, the vibrations giving you more pleasure that you could handle.

“Oh, please, too- too m-much,” you mumbled, followed by a mantra of his name, which only fueled him more. 

 He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and shook his head from side to side, making you come undone for him. You laid limp on the table trying to recover from what was probably the best orgasm you had ever had in your life when you felt him licking and biting your stomach.

“H-haechan n-no, no m-marking,” you weakly whispered trying to push his head away from your belly but he growled, literally bearing his teeth at you. That’s when you finally noticed the deep crimson shine of his eyes and the thin layer of sweat covering his face.

“Is t-this… are you in…?” You didn’t even know how to finish that question. You vaguely remember reading about heats and ruts, but nothing really prepared you to experience one.

“Mate,” he said like he was possessed. He lifted your body like you weighed nothing and carried you on his shoulder up the stairs. “ Need to mate you.”

He opened a couple of doors until he found your room and threw you on the bed. You would never admit it, but you were incredibly turned on by this new side of him. He took his shirt off carelessly and climbed on top of you, staring you down like you were his prey. You felt like a prey too, not being able to do anything but gasp when he tore your shirt and bra the same way he did to your panties earlier, leaving you on just your skirt.

“Fuck, I liked that shirt…ah!” you moaned while he sucked on your nipples.

“I’ll buy you more,” he replied like it was nothing. “Buy you anything you want.”

“H-how are you gonna do that?” you laughed. “You don’t even accept your payche-fuck ah!”

“Don’t need it,” he mumbled against your breast, his right hand fingering you slowly while his left hand played with your other breast. “Have savings. Could buy the entire store if I wanted.”

You could only groan at the feeling of his hands all over your body. 

“Hyuck, p-please… need to-need to feel you,” you begged.

“Feel me?”

“Inside, inside please!”

 He grunted and pulled away from you, finally taking his pants and boxers off, and pumping himself a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance. 

“W-wait!” you said and before he could growl at you you quickly grabbed a condom from your drawer and handed it to him. He stared at it confused, and a bit offended.

“That’s not my size,” he said. You rolled your eyes, thinking  he was being arrogant and opened it so you could put it on him yourself. But you stopped yourself when you paid proper attention to his size. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, staring up at him. He smirked as he held his cock with his hand, thick and heavy. 

 Stubbornly you tried to put the condom on him. He hissed when you pressed it against his tip and started rolling it down with difficulty. The mission failed not even half way through, the condom split all the way to the tip, revealing the angry purple cock due to lack of circulation.

“Guess I’m bigger than him,” he teased, tossing the broken condom into the floor and jerking himself off slowly. “I’m clean, I promise.”

 You nodded, spreading your legs and letting him enter you slowly. You winced when the head pushed into you, stretching you so good you got dizzy.

“Besides,” he added, pushing more of himself into you. “The whole point of this is to breed you.”

Your eyes snapped open.

“H-Haechan!”

“Mm?” he hummed, followed with a moan when he finally pushed all of him inside of you.

“Oh! y-you…you can’t be serious,” your nervous laugh was cut off by a deep thrust that had you gasping for air.

“Can’t help it,” he moaned. “Wanna give you my pups.”

“F-fuck…” you whimpered, giving into the pleasure as he pulled all the way out and thrusted harshly into you again.

“You’re so g-oh! so good, y/n,” he moaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts, trapping you in the bed with his body, his pelvis chafing your clit insistently. “Gonna…gonna fill you up-ah!”

“Oh yeah! yeah p-please-ah! ah…Ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,” you begged incoherently.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” he could only repeat, pistoning into you like an animal, mouthing your neck needily. “Need to…need to m-mark you ugh!” was the last thing he said before he sank his fangs into your skin.

 If it hurt, it was only for a second, as an incredible pleasure consumed your entire body, making your eyes roll all the way back into your skull and cum with a silent scream.

“G-good girl,” Haechan huffed against your ear, never stopping his movements. “Again, a-again!”

 You hadn’t even come down from your high and he was forcing you into another one, the stimulation almost painful. You clumsily tried to push his hips to a stop, the feeling becoming too much for your human body, but it did nothing but provoke him to go harder.

 You were a sobbing mess by now, you were moaning and screaming nonsense that sounded like his  name, when your body finally convulsed and your squirted so hard he had to pull out.

“Fuck!” he hissed, reaching for your clit with his hand and rubbing it furiously. “Fuck! That’s it, give it to me!”

 You were literally crying. It was all so good, you couldn’t even process it, and he kept giving you more and more. Finally you fell limp into the bed, bedsheets wet under you, panting under Haechan’s intense stare.

“...Again,” you heard his voice say, deeper than you’d ever heard him.

You weakly shook your head and tried to crawl away from him. He chuckled darkly, grabbing both of your ankles and manhandling you  into your belly. He didn’t even bother going slow this time, slamming into you hard and setting a fast pace since the beginning.

“My mate is s-so cute,” he moaned, giving a particularly hard thrust. “Running away when I haven’t even knotted you once. So…so cute.”

You desperately grabbed the sheets under you,  feeling so good you were screaming until your throat was sore and you started drooling into the pillow.

“Ah…Ah shit,” he hissed, now covering your body with his, not allowing a single move from you as his knot started expanding. “Y/n, y/n,y/n,y/n,y/n…ooohhh.”

His hips hammered into you animalistically until he pushed his knot into you, now he could only grind against you and give short thrusts until it stopped growing. 

“T-too m-much…”you babbled, your body too spent to try to resist.

“You c-can take it, noona,” he panted licking at the mark on your neck. “My pretty y/n, my angel, y-you can take…all of me, can’t you? hmm? Of course you c-Aaah! fuuuckkkk… o-of course you c-can…made for me…you’re m-made for m-ooohh!” he barely mumbled, jaw hung open, the tip of his tongue sticking out his bottom lip because of the overwhelming pleasure while spurts of cum spilled inside of you until you felt you were going to explode. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anything else, his hand found its way to your clit and massaged it fast and uncoordinated, until another wave of pleasure took over you, your mind going blank.

 “So lucky…I’m so blessed… The Moon gifted you to me,”was the last thing you heard before everything was silent and you drifted out of consciousness.

When you woke up, you were lying on your side, Haechan’s arms around you and his mouth kissing your shoulder gently. You tried to turn around but a sharp pain stopped you, pulling a loud hiss from Haechan too.

 “Don’t move yet, angel. Not while I’m still knotting you,” he pouted and caressed your stomach.

“Right…sorry,” you said and lied down in silence again until Haechan spoke again.

“Y/n…”

“Hmm?”

“What is that?” he asked, pointing at a little box of medication on your night table. 

“Ah…those? Birth control pills.”

 His body tensed against you. The movement of his hand on your belly stilling.

“You take those?!” he sounded betrayed.

“You didn’t think I would actually let you get me pregnant, right?” you laughed. 

“...But I want it,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

“That’s just your wolf instinct speaking right now.”

“I don’t care. Want it.”

“Well, it won’t happen. I’m protected,” you chuckled and got into a comfortable position to sleep again.

“...Y/n?” you heard after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Aren’t pills like… 99% effective only?”

You bursted out laughing this time. “Only? 99% only? You surely don’t think you are that special 1%?”

You would have laughed more but Haechan gave you a hard unexpected thrust now that his knott was getting smaller, making you gasp and hold into his arms for support.

“Wanna find out?” he asked.

New Town, New Me

Summary: Jaemin can't understand why his destined mate has been marked by another werewolf.

Pairing: Werewolf! Jaemin x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, Jaemin has a breeding kink but what's new

“New town, new me,” you murmured for the tenth time this week. 

 You moved to a new city about a month ago, thinking a clean start was right what you needed after your last breakup. Some may say you were being too dramatic, like, who would leave the city entirely just to avoid seeing your ex? 

You. 100%.

You would quit your job, sell all your shit and move to the other side of the country if that meant you didn’t have to see that dick (and his dick) again. After all, the only reason you were living in the capital city before was because he asked you to…and of course you had said yes! You were engaged, after all.

Did that matter anymore? It was all over now. There was nothing left for you there. The man who had promised to love you was head over heels for somebody else, you had never liked your job anyways, and the few friends you had made were your ex’s friends too. Staying would only make you more depressed.

Plus you always wanted to live by the seaside.

 But not even the calming ocean scent could make you feel better after another day of not landing a job. You had been living off your savings for almost two months now and if you didn’t get a job soon, you would have to move in with your parents in your hometown. That wasn’t an option.

 You loved your parents. You really did. But they had been so worried about you ever since they heard about the engagement gone wrong, and it had been hard to convince them you would be fine on your own. You remember how much you argued when you told them you were moving to the capital with your boyfriend, how they kept telling you it was an important decision and to take things slow… oh, how right they were. When you told them you were dumped, you were expecting them to say “I told you so”, but they were so incredibly supporting and kind, assuring you you would find the right person for you one day, and that they would be there for you whenever you wanted to talk.

 But you really didn’t want to talk. At least not about it. It was embarrassing.

Moving in with your parents would mean that you wouldn’t be able to escape their interrogation. 

You would also have to explain the peculiar mark on your neck.

“New town, new me,” you repeated. Now the eleventh time of the week, still staring at the sea that looked blurry and unrecognizable due to the tears that kept distorting your vision. You had been crying for hours, from when the sky displayed a beautiful blend of orange and red until now; the sky and everything around you was dark as your fingers dug into the sand and the sound of the waves breaking became louder, making the headache you got for crying so much worse.

 You sniffed and blew your nose into your sleeve, not caring how gross it was, before standing and trying to get the sand off your body, which inevitably stuck to your skin and clothes. You let out a frustrated groan as you started walking away from the shore and into the barely illuminated city streets which after all this time you still couldn’t recognize. Your place should be somewhere around and you would be able to find it easily if only the battery of your phone wasn’t dead. 

A chill ran down your spine at the possibility of being lost in the middle of the night in a city where you knew no one. Your heart beat faster and you accelerated your steps, even though you had no idea where you were going, until you saw a little store that still had the lights on and sprinted towards what seemed to be your only chance to ask for help.

 You reached the store just when the lights went out and a man stepped out, locking the door.

  “E-excuse-,” you tried to speak while catching your breath.

“We’re closed,” the man hummed without even sparing you a glance.

“But I-,” you insisted desperately.

“Come back tomorrow,” he said monotonously, his broad back still the only thing you could see as he put the keys of the store in his pocket and started walking away. “Working hours are from 9:00 A.M. to 9:00 P.M on weekdays, until 6:00 P.M. on Saturdays, and we don’t open on Sundays nor National Holidays,” he continued reciting like he was a customer service answering machine without a care for what could happen to you.

 You bursted out crying. Not quietly sobbing like in the beach before, but ugly loud crying, in the middle of the street.

 This seemed to finally get the man’s attention, who turned around to look at you for the first time and gasped audibly. If it wasn’t for your tears you would have been able to see the conflict in his face; he looked like he had discovered the most valuable of treasures, his eyes shining excitedly but at the same time his brows furrowed in concern at your distressed state. 

 “H-hey…It’s okay,” he stuttered nervously, taking the keychain out of his pocket and fighting with the door lock. “We’re still open-it’s okay!” He finally managed to open the door and quickly turned the lights on before motioning for you to come in. “W-what do you need? I’ll give you a d-discount-fuck, don’t cry, I’ll give it to you for free, okay?”

 You weren’t even listening to him, too consumed by your own misery, letting it all out after almost two months of solitude in a strange place.You cried louder, hiccuping and breathing with difficulty, much to the man’s dismay, who just couldn’t find the right words to comfort you. So he stopped talking and embraced you in a firm hug instead.

 You stopped crying immediately, shocked at the stranger’s arms surrounding you and pulling you into his chest without hesitation. As if the situation wasn’t already weird enough, you soon felt something funny; a warm sensation traveling from your chest to the rest of your body. It made your head void of all thought, your fingers tingle, and a weird excitement started to grow in your stomach. It felt pleasurable. 

“Oh…” was all that left your mouth as your confused body tried to adapt to the feeling. Could it be some type of spell? “W-what-”

“Shh…,it’s nothing bad, ” he whispered reassuringly. “It will make you feel better. Just let it happen…”

 You let out a shaky breath as you melted in his arms. It felt so good. He could be a serial killer and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your life was already shitty anyways, so if you were going to die, then at least you got to feel good before.

“Now, how about we go inside and you tell me all about it?” the stranger purred, his voice hypnotizing you while one of his hands caressed your hair cautiously. “I’m a great listener.”

You nodded mindlessly, letting him guide you inside the small store. You would say yes to anything he asked from you right now, especially when you finally caught a glimpse of his gorgeous face.

 You took a proper look at the store and realized what type of place it was: an apothecary; where people could buy all types of ingredients used for medicine and potions alike. You felt nostalgic; you always enjoyed potion making in school and even pursued it as a major for a few years. You would have graduated if your ex hadn’t convinced you to drop out and move to a different city with him. You cringed at your own stupidity and sighed, letting the man walk you past the counter and countless shelves with products until you reached a wooden door at the back of the store. When he opened the door you saw a small but comfy room with a small table, a couple of chairs, a sofa, and something that looked like an improvised kitchen.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than standing in the cold outside,” he murmured as he sat you down on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen cabinets. “Do you drink coffee?”

“...Yeah,” you croaked while you took a proper look at his figure; he was tall and muscular, the sweater he was wearing doing nothing to hide the firm muscles of his arms. He had both a killing body and a pretty face? Whoever he ended up marrying was one lucky person for sure; and for a moment you spaced out and found yourself imagining it was you, and you were sitting in the living room of your house while he prepared dinner.

 You shook your head, weirded out at the ridiculous thought, and decided to blame it on him for looking so good while doing something so domestic.

“Here,” he said, offering you a warm mug with coffee which you gladly took in your hands. “Sorry, I don’t have milk or sugar…I-uh, normally like it dark.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. You would usually prefer something sweeter, but just the fact that he made this for you made you feel a bit warm inside already. 

This man himself had some type of calming effect on you and as soon as he dragged a chair and sat in front of you, you found yourself telling him all about your worries while your phone was charging. You told him you had moved to town almost two months ago, but that you couldn’t find a job and didn’t know anyone so it was hard to make friends. He listened attentively, nodding and speaking when the time was right and asking some questions when needed. He was indeed a good listener.

“Sorry I took so much of your time…,” you finally said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said immediately, drinking from his own mug. “I had no plans, anyways.”

“I find it hard to believe,” you snorted.

“Oh? Why is that?” he quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. 

“I mean,…it’s Friday night. I’m sure you had a party to attend…a girlfriend to see…” you murmured the last part knowing it was none of your business, but you were still dying to know.

“Nope,” he answered, staring at his now empty mug. “None of that.”

“There’s no way you’re single!.”

“Why is it so hard to believe?”

“You’re hot-,” you blurted out and immediately clasped your hand over your mouth. “Oh god, I’m so sorry…I never speak like this to strangers, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today-”

“Jaemin,” he said.

“What?” 

“My name is Jaemin,” he repeated and gestured his hand towards you, indicating it was your turn to introduce yourself.

“O-oh, right… I’m Y/N,” you said timidly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he gave you a smile that would charm every human on Earth as he leaned forward. “Now that we’re not strangers anymore, is it okay for me to say that you’re incredibly hot too?”

 You gasped, blushing to the point your ears were hot. But just as fast, you felt your heart stop and your hands go cold when you noticed the red glim in his eyes as he eyed you up. 

 “Y-you’re a w-werewolf…” you breathed out, your chest rising and falling unevenly. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he quickly assured you, his heart aching at the sudden repudiation coming from you. He placed his mug on the table and raised his hands up,trying to look as harmless as possible. “We are not as violent as people think- oh…, but I guess I’m not the first werewolf you encounter,” he mumbled when his eyes finally noticed a scar on your neck.

 You quickly fixed your scarf to cover the mark, but it was too late.

“You’re mated,” he said dejectedly, his eyes glossy as he stared at your neck even though it was now covered. “B-but it can’t be…”

You both sat in silence. He seemed to be having an internal battle while you reprimanded yourself for carelessly flirting with yet another werewolf. 

“How long have you been together?” Jaemin asked, his demeanor changing drastically as he offered you a polite smile.

“A while,” you lied for two reasons; the first one being that the truth was embarrassing and the second that you didn’t want him to think he had a chance with you. No matter how attractive he was, you wouldn’t get involved with a werewolf again.

“That’s great,” he said through gritted teeth. “So you guys moved here together, right?”

“Y-yeah…” you stuck to your lie.

Jaemin stared at you intently as if he was trying to decipher some secret message behind your words. “I may not look like it, but I’m quite a romantic,” he chuckled dryly, lying back on his chair to offer you an inviting view of his thighs. “I really enjoy listening to genuine love stories… So how did you two meet?”

“It wasn’t that romantic ” you said, trying to sound calm while remembering such painful events. “He visited my hometown during vacations and got lost, so he approached me in the street to ask for directions, but ended up blurting out that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen…,” you half laughed, half scoffed. “Love at first sight, I guess…”

“...What did it feel like?” Jaemin asked after nodding slowly.

“Good? I guess? Everyone likes being complimented, right?” you shrugged. “It was cute.”

Jaemin tilted his head. “...Cute?”

“Yeah, adorable,” you confirmed. 

“Did you just call the pull cute?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“The what-?” you asked dumbly.

“The pull, Y/N,” he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs and resting his chin on his hands. “The feeling that tells you someone is your mate and doesn’t let you stay away from them? Of course you know about that, being mated to a werewolf and all…”

“R-right,” you lied. “I know,” you said, but you did not know a thing about this so-called pull. Your ex simply told you he imprinted on you and you were so flattered that you believed him without questioning it, developing feelings for him later on. 

“Then it has to be more than just cute,” he insisted on making you say something more elaborate. “Maybe you felt something warm in your entire body? Sudden tranquility, like nothing mattered as long as that person was there? Hands hurting to hold that person closer, so close until you can only feel each other? Or maybe…” his hand reached slowly until his fingertips barely grazed your abdomen and his voice dropped an octave. “...a boost of desire right here?”

 You could do nothing to conceal  the embarrassing mewl nor the way your body visibly shivered. Jaemin was talking like he knew the feeling very well; like he had felt it very recently. More importantly, he was describing exactly what you felt when he hugged you outside the store… could it be-? No, no way…

 Was he suggesting that you were his mate? 

 Judging by how thrilled he looked by your reaction to his words and touch, that was exactly what he was thinking. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, picking up a scent that your human nose couldn’t, and then he licked his lips, his own body shivering

“Yeah?” he whispered darkly. “Sounds familiar?”

“I-I felt just like t-that,” you admitted shamefully, but were quick to gain some self control and elaborate your lie further. “With my boyfriend.”

 Jaemin’s eyes snapped open, as red and bright as before. The way his jaw clenched let you know he wasn’t happy with that answer.

“I bet,” he muttered, forcing another smile. “Must be nice.”

“It sure is,” you affirmed. 

Just when he opened his mouth to say something else, your phone buzzed from the corner where it had been charging. Thankfully, your survival mode had activated and you were quick to use the opportunity as a way to escape. You stood up and went to grab your phone, entering your password to find a message from your mom.Perfect timing!

“That 's him!,” you said with a relieved tone, talking about your imaginary boyfriend. “I should go, he must be so worried.”

“Took him long enough,” Jaemin said, failing to hide the slightly sarcastic tone, looking at the clock on the wall and standing up as well. “Why isn’t he coming to pick you up?”

“No need, I live nearby,” you confessed now that you were looking at the map on your phone. “I’m gonna uh-..go,” you said hurriedly as you made your way to the door, followed by Jaemin, who just nodded in silence. When you stepped outside the store, you found yourself already longing for his touch and you cursed yourself.

“Jaemin,” you called, your heart throbbing when his sad eyes met yours. “Thank you.”

His eyes lighted up and stared at you, tongue-tied as you mumbled a short goodbye and walked away. 

“Y/N!” you heard him yell after a few seconds, and turned around just in time to see him jogging towards you. He stopped when he was in front of you, moving his hands towards your body but changing his mind and crossing his arms instead. “T-the store…I, uh- We’re hiring.”

“Huh?” 

“You said you needed a job, right?” he rubbed the back of his neck. “We need help at the apothecary. The owner is an old man and he’s taking a break because of his health. I do everything myself, so he told me I could, like-hire someone to help or…,” he mumbled nervously, losing track of the main point. “Anyways, maybe you’re interested?” he asked hopefully. 

You were very interested! It was like a miracle! A job being offered to you out of nowhere? It felt like destiny… 

Destiny. Just like a wolf’s mate. You shook the idea out of your head immediately; if you took the job, you would spend most of your time with this dangerously attractive werewolf. Was that a good idea?

 “I’ll think about it…,” you finally said.

“Y-yeah okay,” Jaemin nodded, biting his lower lip anxiously.  “Take your time.”

That happened about two weeks ago and you hated to be thinking about his offering so seriously, but when you checked your bank balance you understood you were in no position to be picky anymore. You needed a job, any job, now.

 That was the only reason you were now standing outside the apothecary now. Not because you couldn’t stop thinking about Jaemin. Definitely not because your chest ached whenever you mentally scolded yourself, repeating you wouldn’t see him again.

You took a deep breath in and walked inside the store, greeted with Jaemin’s tired expression; he looked pale, slightly thinner and there were dark circles under his eyes. As soon as he saw you he let out a relieved sigh and a soft murmur that sounded like ‘you’re finally here’ and walked around the counter, towards you. When he was close enough, he rested his head on your shoulder and whimpered, shocking you for the second time at how easily he touched people he wasn’t close with.

 “Y/N,” he breathed out pathetically, at the verge of tears. “Please tell me you’re here to take the job- I… I can’t do this.”

 “W-what’s wrong?” you asked, repressing the gratifying sensation consuming your body at the physical touch you had been craving for weeks. 

“Need you here, please.,” he mumbled drowsily and cursed under his breath at the scent he had been missing.

 He was talking about the job. He had to be talking about the job.

“I-uh, I can try?” you offered and he immediately lifted his head.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean- You need help and I need a job, so…”

“Can you start today?” he asked instantly, almost desperately.

“...Don’t you want to read my CV first? Or interview me?” you inquired, offering him a folder with your printed information inside.

“O-oh, yeah of course,” he opened the folder and flipped to the limited pages of your CV. You shifted uncomfortably, almost sure he would be disappointed at your lack of job experience. “You majored in potion making?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, displaying an impressed look.

“I didn’t finish,” you admitted humbly. 

“Me neither,” he hummed. “I was studying to become a healer, but tuition was ridiculously expensive. I’m hoping I can save enough to go back to school after a year or so.”

 Jaemin asked you a few more questions and explained all you needed to know about salary and working hours, before he started showing you how everything worked at the store. The more time you spent with him, the more attractive and charming he seemed and you were having a hard time controlling your breathing whenever he would lean in closer to you to help you reach a top shelf or show you how to look for products on the computer.

 Just when you were wondering how you were going to survive something caught your eye. On one of the back shelves, there was a bright pink little jar, accompanied with a handwritten sign which said ‘Venom; Magenta Dwarf Snake’. You were familiar with that ingredient; it could be lethal, but if used wisely and mixed with the right botanicals and oils, you could create a strong numbing potion. You knew it first hand; when you were a freshman in university, someone very important to you passed away during your finals week. You were devastated, but at that time you were so invested in having a good career that you didn’t have time to grieve. So instead, being the talented potion maker you were, you stole some ingredients from the laboratory and made your own diy numbing potion. It worked almost immediately, replacing the pain with nothingness; in fact, you felt absolutely nothing for as long as the effect lasted and you kept drinking the potion until your exams finished.

 It wouldn’t hurt to numb your body a bit if that helped you resist Jaemin’s charm while finding a different job. Honestly, you had never felt such a strong desire for anyone; your pulse was fast, your brain could barely function, and your knees would get weak whenever he said your name. You were terrified. What if he really had imprinted on you?

No.That whole wolves mating with humans thing was bullshit. You wouldn’t fall for that again. 

 But by the time your shift was over and Jaemin bid you goodbye,your silly heart already protesting at the idea of separation, you knew you couldn’t resist him. At least not naturally. 

Luckily, you had managed to slide one of the tiny pink jars in your pocket. So when you showed up for work the next day your pulse was so stable you could barely feel it, the serenity that took over you was almost monotonous and no butterflies tickled your belly when Jaemin smiled at you.

 “Need some help over here?” he asked you when he saw you standing on your tippy toes to reach a shelf, standing very close behind you, until you could feel his breath on your neck. 

“Nope. I’m good,” you replied without even acknowledging the invasion of your personal space. 

Jaemin was taken aback for a second. He couldn’t pick up any trace of nervousness, nor could he smell the sweet scent of desire that you wouldn’t be able to hide whenever he got close to you. It was completely different to what he experienced the day before, and he didn’t like it. So he decided to step up his game.

“You sure?” he insisted, his fingers tracing your arms playfully, which backfired, making his own pulse accelerate. “Wouldn’t want my pretty assistant getting hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, breaking away from his touch and moving to organize the next shelf, leaving a stunned Jaemin behind. 

 And just like that, months of you working at the apothecary passed and you found it was incredibly easy to work with Jaemin when you couldn’t feel a thing. 

 Jaemin, however, seemed frustrated and unsatisfied with each of your interactions. You weren’t mean to him or anything; you were polite and kind, but there seemed to be no emotion in your eyes and that tormented him everyday. 

He had tried to have deeper conversations with you, but you avoided him every time, or gave him short and vague answers. He wasn’t even trying to flirt with you anymore; he understood that you had a mate and were not interested in him, but he still wanted to be close to you. Just when he thought there was no hope for him, mother nature stepped in to help.

“Y/N, just go home!” he sighed exasperatedly. “I don’t want you here when the typhoon hits; it’s dangerous.”

“I’m good,” you shrugged. “How bad can it be? Besides today we were supposed to receive the ingredients we orde-”

 You were interrupted by a loud noise coming from outside; something that sounded like thunder mixed with heavy winds and some distant screams.

“I don’t think the order will arrive today…,” he pointed out.

 You bit your lip, starting to feel just a tiny taste of anxiety building up. The truth was, you were out of numbing potion. You had drunk the last bit in the morning and you could feel it wearing off, so you really needed that order to arrive today and you needed to be there to receive it. 

 “It’s too late to go home now anyways,” you sighed as you both approached the door to peek outside.

“I guess we’ll both be staying here until it calms down,” he hummed and proceeded to secure all the doors and windows. 

“Both of us?!” you yelped, suddenly very aware of how bad the situation was. 

Jaemin looked at you, surprised at what was the first trace of  emotion he had been able to detect coming from you in a while. “Uh-yeah?”

“I-I don’t think it’s that bad yet,” you tried to argue and thinking that if you weren’t going to get your potion today, then it was better to go home than being stuck with Jaemin. “I’ll just run home,” you declared, grabbing your jacket and heading to the door, but a strong grip on your arm stopped you.

 “J-jaemin-,” you pleaded as you started to feel abnormally warm where his skin touched yours. 

“Oh, so now you want to leave?” he asked in disbelief. “You should have listened to me before. It’s too dangerous now. I won’t let you go out there,” he said, pulling you closer to him with ease.

 Miraculously, you suppressed the whine that his words caused, but you couldn’t hide the effect he had on you for much longer. 

“What’s gotten into you today?” Jaemin asked, concerned. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m f-fine! I’m good I just need to-gotta lie d-down,” you mumbled and regretted it immediately when he curled his toned arms around you and picked you up, carrying you to the back room. “J-jaemin, I can walk!”

“You can’t,” he debated. “You think I didn’t see the way your legs trembled?”

 You groaned and he finally laid you down on the sofa, staring at you curiously when you immediately put your shaky hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. He stood up slowly and walked towards the kitchenette.

“I’ll make you some coffee,” he offered, reaching for the milk and sugar that he kept in there ever since he learned your drink preference. You said nothing, your breath starting to pick up its pace.

 Jaemin offered you the mug but you scurried further away in the couch as if you were terrified of him. 

“Okay, Y/N, you’re scaring me…,” he murmured, starting to panic at your agitated state. 

“A-away-,” you whimpered. “J-just stay away, p-please.”

Jaemin moved to the other side of the room obediently, placing the mug on the kitchen counter. It pained him that you didn’t want him near you, but he hated seeing you so disturbed.

 When you were sure he was far enough, you reached for your purse and clumsily took out your homemade potion jar.Maybe there was some potion remaining at the bottom? Even if it was one drop, you needed it. But your hands were sweating and shaking and it fell from your hands, rolling on the floor all the way to Jaemin’s feet. You gasped, but it was too late; Jaemin had grabbed the flask and was glaring at it suspiciously. 

“What is this?” he asked you sternly.

“J-jaemin, give it back,” you begged.

“What.is.this?” he insisted, his tone harsh.

“Medicine! It’s m-medicine, I need it-,” you mumbled but you wouldn’t be able to fool someone with that much knowledge about potions and medicine.

“With this scent?” he asked, sniffing at the flask. “I don’t think so,” he said as he opened it and hit the bottom of the jar until a single drop landed on his finger. Without hesitation, he placed his finger on the tip of his tongue and waited for a few seconds, before his eyes landed on you again, reprimanding you silently.

“Numbing potion,” he said. “How long have you been drinking this?”

You shook your head and looked away, afraid of the effect his eyes only had on you.

“A few days? Weeks?” he insisted, growing more concerned each second.

You squeezed your eyes closed and refused to give him an answer, but he was clever enough to put two and two together. 

“It’s been months, hasn’t it?” he asked fearfully. “W-why?! Do you know how dangerous it is?”

“I’ve had it before,” you defended yourself. “I know what I’m d-doing,”

“For this long?!”

“N-no, but…”

“Y/N this is meant to be used very short term! Once you stop drinking the potion, you’ll feel everything you were repressing at once-are you insane?!”

“I know!” you finally snapped. “But I needed it okay?”

“What could be so bad that it made you not want to feel anything?!” he asked exasperatedly.

Again, you didn’t say anything. As if you could admit that you needed a potion so you wouldn’t be on your knees for Jaemin every time you saw him.

 “Is it your boyfriend?” he asked angrily, even though he hated even bringing him up.

 You shook your head and sobbed a little. 

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Are you sure? Because something about this relationship is definitely off,” he walked towards you slowly, ignoring your pleads for him to stay away. “He has never picked you up from work, never calls you, hell I can’t even smell him on you.”

You stood up with difficulty and hid behind the sofa, your figure trembling against the wall as Jaemin got closer to you.

“Does he not treat you well?” Jaemin insisted, his instincts telling him to protect you from whoever was hurting you. “Y/N, tell me, I’ll kill him-”

“THERE’S NO BOYFRIEND!” You finally yelled. 

Jaemin stopped moving and stared at you wide-eyed. You pulled your hair and groaned.

“...What? B-but your neck-”

“My ex,” you confess, and it feels like it lifted a weight off of you. “He told me I was his mate and I believed him because I didn’t know shit about werewolves, and then one day he tells me he was just confused and he had met his real mate and he fucking ‘apologised for the missunderstanding’,” you made quotation marks with your fingers and scoffed the last words with a very poor imitation of what your ex’s voice sounded like. “That fucking- ugh! But that was way before I moved here. I’m over that asshole,” you groaned.

Jaemin couldn’t comprehend a single thing you were saying. It was too much, too fast.

“Then why were you drinking th-?” he asked dumbfounded.

“Because of you!” you whined. “You and your pretty face, and your charming smile, your smooth voice, your fucking hot body- just- you! You make me feel so weird and want to bounce on your dick as soon as I see you- so fucking annoying!”

Jaemin’s mouth hung open in shock and confusion. He then chuckled humorlessly and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, shaking his head.

“Come here,” he ordered.

 You shivered and felt dizzy at the command, but refused to give in. “N-no.”

“You can’t say all that shit and expect me to control myself, Y/N,” he growled. “Come here.”

“I don’t wanna be m-mated to you,” you argued.

“So you knew,” he whispered. “You knew I imprinted on you,” Jaemin’s eyes were gleaming maliciously now. He was furious. 

“So what?” you defied him even though you were dying to kiss him, your feelings getting more intense than ever. “You could just be confused too. Your feelings can change just like his-”

 Jaemin snarled and hastily reached for you, firmly grabbing your hands and pinning them to the wall. 

“Don’t compare me to that piece of shit,” he threatened. “We are not the same. We don’t feel the same. And whatever you felt for him, doesn’t even come close to what I’m about to make you feel.”

 You wanted to fight it, but you were overwhelmed with emotions. Now that the potion was wearing off, everything you had been keeping in was consuming you. You were craving Jaemin more than anything.

“Understood?” Jaemin hummed almost sweetly against your lips, but the promise of a threat was still there so you nodded. “Good. Now we’re going to ride out the side effects of your stupid choices together, hm?”

 Before you could answer, he was kissing you harshly, releasing all the pent up desire that he had to repress because of you. He bit your lip, and slid his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the wet sensation mixed with your little whines. He pressed his body against you, his firm pecs rubbing your nipples and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly. 

“Oh? But I haven’t done anything yet, have I?” Jaemin teased you. “Is this because of that dumb potion you took?”

 You bit your lip, but more moans came out of you as Jaemin slid his thigh in between your legs and flexed it a little. 

“Yeah, you like that?” he panted against your lips. “Is my baby sensitive?”

 You nodded and tried to stand on your tippy toes to put some distance between his thigh and your center but he grasped your hips and pressed you harshly against him again, making you moan desperately. 

“Nuh-uh,” he warned. “My baby drank something bad, yeah? The only way to feel better is to let it all out.”

“J-jaemin, please,” you begged, pushing your now free hands against his chest. “It’s too much.”

“But you’re sick, Y/N,” he cooed with a fake sweet tone as he forced you to ride his thigh. “We need to treat it as soon as possible to make you feel better.” 

“T-too hot,” you complained. The air was getting suffocating and your body was taking revenge for all the time you had it on autopilot mode. 

“Oh, poor thing,” he uttered as he started unbuttoning your shirt. He successfully unbuttoned the first three buttons before he lost his patience and ripped it open, the remaining buttons landing somewhere on the floor. “Let me help you,” he whispered before he pulled your bra down enough to expose your breasts and used his fingertips to tease your hardened nipples. 

 “Jaemin! Oh!” you whimpered and squirmed against his hold, trying to run away from the stimulation, but he just laughed at you.

“Why did you stop riding me, Y/N?” he asked like he was reproaching a naughty child’s behavior. His hands went back to your hips and he forced you to move back and forward, rubbing against your clit, while he used his mouth to toy with your nipples instead. “You need to start listening to me if you want to get better.”

“B-but it’s-ah! Feels too-,” you gasped at the recognizable feeling of an orgasm starting to build up, you tried to push him away again, feeling like it was too much and not enough at the same time, but your strength couldn’t compare to his and he hummed around the nipple he was sucking at the way your body trembled and moved you faster against him, bouncing his knee slightly until you tensed in his arms and you let out the most alluring moan he had heard so far.  

He kept moving your lax body to ride out your orgasm, enjoying the warmth coming from you, and before you had any time to recover, he slid one of his hands under your skirt and into your panties, groaning and cursing at how wet you were.

 You winced and tried to squirm away when he stroked your clit and he chuckled against your lips, kissing you sweetly but firmly. 

“Too sensitive?” he asked as if your answer mattered at this point.

“Y-yes,” you hissed, still trying to push him away.That first orgasm had helped clear your mind a little, but you still felt incredibly affected by Jaemin. “No more.”

“Mmm,” he pouted as he pretended to think about your petition. “But I can’t stop now, Y/N. I’m doing this to make you feel better, but I also have to punish you.”

“P-punish me?” you asked apprehensively. 

“Of course. You’ve been bad,” he replied as if it was obvious. “That first orgasm was for drinking something bad for your body,” he said as he kissed your cheek. “The next one will be for stealing shit from the store,” he continued as his mouth traveled down your jaw. “And all the others will be for every fucking lie you’ve said to my face.”

 You shivered, intimidated and shook your head, your eyes pleading that he let you rest and you could talk about everything later. 

“But first,” he said, licking at your neck. “I need to get rid of this mark. It makes my blood boil.”

“NO!” you yelled, hitting his arms and chest. It wasn’t your  weak attack what stopped him; but the pure terror in your voice. 

“Y/N?” Jaemin called your name tenderly, caressing your hair carefully and removing his knee from its previous position to give you some space. “Did he-...did it hurt when he bit you?”

You nodded quickly. “S-so much…bled for so long- still h-hurts sometimes.”

Jaemin cursed under his breath, adding something that sounded like ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’

“Y/N,” he called again. “Baby,” he added to make you finally look at him. “It hurt because he tried to force a bond with someone who wasn’t meant for him and your body rejected it,” he explained delicately. “I am not him. I won’t hurt you.”

“B-but if you bite me, it will hurt,” you sobbed.

“It won’t. Because we are already connected. The bite just seals the deal.”

“...You promise?” you asked, apprehensively.

“I promise,” he said, eyes landing on your neck as he licked his lips. “Actually, I’ve heard that it feels quite…delightful.” 

 You shuddered under his predatory stare and he groaned in anticipation. You closed your eyes and waited for him to fulfill his promise but the stinging pain never came; instead you felt his warm fingers under your skirt and sliding your panties down slowly. Your eyes snapped open and looked down to see Jaemin kneeling in front of you, discharging your panties somewhere on the floor and moving his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Jaemin?”

“Hmm?” he asked, placing an open kiss on your inner thigh. 

“Aren’t you going to b-bite me?” you panted as his wet kisses came closer to your pussy. 

“Oh, I will,” he purred before placing a slow, wet kiss right on your clit, making you moan. “But I want you to relax first.”

“H-how am I supposed to-ooh!” you sighed when he ran his tongue up and down your slit slowly, his red eyes staring back at you. He made out with your pussy lazily, moaning against you and creating patterns with his tongue until your legs were trembling and your hips moved against his face, looking for more.

“Fuck,” he growled between licks, sliding his tongue into you and fucking you with it just as slow, relishing on the way your walls contracted around the wet muscle. “Taste so fucking good,” he grunted.

“Oh my god, Jaemin,” you moaned needily, rotating your hips and pulling at his hair.

“Yeah? Feels good?” he chuckled before moving back to your clit, giving it teasing licks. “I know it does, baby. Let it all out.”

 “S-so good, Jae-oh!” your brows furrowed when his tongue drew circles around your clit faster and you couldn’t help but pull his hair harder in an attempt to feel him as close to you as possible. He moaned and his eyes rolled back, allowing you to rut against him as he sucked on your bundle of nerves viciously. “Jaemin, Jaemin, Jae-ah! Ah! Oh god, Jaem-Aah fuuuck!” you screamed, releasing in his mouth. He grunted against you and continued helping you ride the remains of your orgasm until his body shivered brutally and he let out a moan with his mouth still attached to you, vibrations prolonging your pleasure. You stared at him bewildered when he finally detached himself from you and panted heavily. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his legs trembling slightly when he stood up. “Shit, that was…”

“Did you-...did you just-?” you asked even though the dark stain on his pants made it very obvious; he had come untouched while eating you out. 

“Mm, yeah” he mumbled and let out a breathless laugh. “I didn’t even know I could- wow…”

Wow was one way to put it.

“That’s…so fucking hot,” you whispered, dropping on your knees and your hands landed on his jeans, easily unbuttoning it and lowering the zipper.

“Are you sure you want to do that, baby?” Jaemin spoke in a low voice. “You don’t have to,” he insisted even though his eyes were begging you to. 

“I want to,” you said, pulling his pants and boxers down hastily. “I really want to” you confessed as you stopped fighting the lust that took over you, followed with a gasp when you found yourself facing his still hard dick. “F-fuck…so big…”

Jaemin dashed an arrogant smirk and opened his mouth, probably to say something teasing but his cocky demeanor was immediately wiped out when your tongue lapped the base of his cock. He couldn’t think of anything clever to say and just stood there breathless, following each of your moves attentively. When you reached the tip and gave it a soft suck, he let out a shaky breath, bending his body slightly over your figure and placing the palms of his hands on the wall for support. 

“Are you still mad at me?” you asked suddenly, pouting a little at the idea of upsetting him. Jaemin’s cock twitched in your hand at the view of you on your knees with such an innocent expression, and he almost forgot why he was mad in the first place. Almost.

“I am,” he choked out when you squeezed him in your hand and moved your hand up and down. using his own cum as lubricant. “F-fuck, I- of course I am, Y/N-You made m-me feel like shit for- ohh… for m-months- who even lies about something like that for t-that long? That’s kinda psycho…”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, without stopping the movement of your hand. “I-I was scared…”

 Ah shit, Jaemin couldn’t stay mad when you looked like that.

“I k-now you w-were,baby b-but- aaah! shiiit,” he moaned when your mouth was back on his tip. “No more lying- oh!...from now on, kay?”

 You hummed and started bobbing your head slowly, taking what you could and jerking the rest off with your hands. His moans were so captivating, it soon made you go faster to listen to as many as you could. Jaemin was slowly losing his mind, abdomen contracting and his hips chasing your mouth involuntarily until your head backed against the wall. 

“Yeah, baby- like that, take it j-just like that ah! aah!” he moaned. He rested his forehead against the wall and both his hands traveled down to hold onto each side of your head, like he was afraid you would move away; which was impossible considering you were sandwiched between him and the wall. His hips stuttered and he started fucking into your mouth messily, growling in delight whenever you choked and your throat contracted around him.

“Should I knot your pretty mouth, Y/N?” his sudden question made you look up at him. Something about the way he managed to smile sadistically between pants and the wild glint in his eyes told you he was absolutely serious. “That way no more lies would come out of it, hmm?”

 You tried to shake your head and babble incoherent complaints around him but that only brought him more pleasure, his moans escalating and his thrusts speeding up. “Shit, Y/N- you d-drive me crazy, I swear- oooh fuck, fuck-”

 You closed your eyes and tried to relax your jaw for whatever was gonna come, but Jaemin pulled away from you abruptly. You opened your eyes and looked up at him questioningly. He simply shook his head, the visible veins bulging in his neck and his heavy breathing showing how hard he was trying to control himself. 

“D-did I do it wrong?” you asked, feeling self conscious. Of course, Jaemin was probably used to great sex and mediocre wouldn’t do. You couldn’t even deepthroat him properly-

“No,” he huffed, interrupting your intrusive thoughts. “God, no- but I already wasted a load of cum earlier,” he groaned, before stepping out of his pants and ruined boxers and helping you stand up, guiding you to the couch. The way he sat down and manspreaded nonchalantly was the total opposite of how he carefully brought you closer, situating your legs on each side of his hips and sitting you on his lap. “Wanna cum inside of you,” he declared, before kissing you sensually, leaving no room for discussion. 

 His hands were all over your body, caressing your body hotly and only separating himself from you shortly to take his shirt off swiftly, while you got rid of your own blouse and bra, leaving you on your wrinkled skirt only. 

 Jaemin kissed your collarbone and lifted your skirt enough for his cock to make direct contact with your wet pussy, making both of you moan lewdly. 

“Hold on tight,” he half teased, half warned you as he grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your pussy lips, collecting your wetness, before pressing the tip into you carefully.

“J-jaemin,” you called him, alarmed.

“Shh… I’m gonna make you mine now,” he hushed you as he proceeded to press more insistently.

“Oh! But-” you tried speaking between moans. “I don’t think it’s gonna f-fit-ngh!”

“Of course it will,” he said almost automatically, mesmerized by the way your pussy sucked his tip in. “We are meant to be together- shit, I- this dick was made for this pussy,” he uttered in between grunts. “Will feel so fucking good.”

He kissed you sweetly as if to distract you from the discomfort. You sighed while he praised you and massaged your clit gently, until he was completely buried inside of you. You moaned erotically at the feeling; not only it had been so long since you last  slept with someone, but this was Jaemin, the man you were crazy about since day one, and the side effects of the potion had you feeling every sensation multiplied ten times.

 Jaemin’s mouth was hanging open in pleasure as his hands held onto your waist roughly, surely leaving bruises behind, without taking his eyes away from yours.

“See?” he choked out, his voice cracking a little. “Fits like a glove,” he insisted before moving you up slowly and sliding you down again, his eyes fighting to stay open at the feeling. 

“So f-fuh…so full,” you muttered, too overwhelmed to talk properly and driving Jaemin crazy.

“Yeah?” he licked his lips, lifting you again and dropping you on his cock harder, eliciting a moan from both of you. “F-feel me deep inside of y-you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded dumbly, letting him bounce you on his cock. “S-so deep…”

 Jaemin was far from the gentleman he wanted to be, he was already so close to his orgasm since you blew him and knew he would cum anytime soon, so he couldn’t help but to be a bit rough with you, lifting you until barely the tip was inside you, before pushing you down firmly. He wanted to hear your moans forever. And he wanted to be the only one. 

“I’m still m-mad at you, Y/N,” he suddenly said, taking you out of your pleasurable trance and making you stare at him wide eyed, mumbling soft apologies while gasping and whining. “You gave t-that bastard everything that was supposed to be m-mine only,” he accused, at the same time his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back and shiver.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered while his tip assaulted that special place that had your head spinning. “Ss…so sor-aaah!” you moaned out loud when his fingers found your clit once more and pressed against it harshly, making you reach another orgasm abruptly. 

“Mmm, an apology won’t d-do,” he grunted as he made you ride him faster in spite of your sensitive state. “If you w-want me to forgive you, you gotta-aah fuuck,” he tried to keep up his intimidating facade while his member jerked inside of your contracting walls. “You gotta give me-mmm… fuck yes, give me something he didn’t g-get.”

“I- I d-on’t know w-what…” you mumbled unintelligently as he chuckled darkly, bringing you closer to him to whisper something in your ear that made you gasp at the same time he reached another orgasm and came inside of you with an erotic moan. Too distracted by everything that happened at the same time, you didn’t even notice him approaching your neck and biting harshly, covering your previous mark.

 You stopped breathing and your heart froze in terror, but the expected pain never came. Insteadyou felt a warm bliss, starting where his lips met your skin and spreading from head to toes. You had never felt something like that; it was a sensation as strong and pleasurable as any orgasm.

“O-oh god,” you panted heavily as Jaemin gave your neck a couple of licks and pulled away to look at you. “We’re m-mated?” you asked incredulously.

“Mhmm,” he purred, kissing your lips tenderly. “Did it hurt?”

“...No,” you admitted, quite surprised.

“Told you,” he said simply. “Now, ready to give me what you owe me?”

“Uh, y-yeah about that…Jaemin-,” you stuttered nervously when you remembered exactly what he had suggested before his orgasm hit. 

‘Let me get you pregnant,’ he had whispered hotly against your ear before losing himself in pleasure. 

 Without even paying attention to your words, Jaemin lifted you from his lap, voicing an annoyed grunt when some of his cum slid down your thighs and mumbling something about ‘knotting you next round’ before he placed you on the couch on all fours and positioned himself behind you, his dick still hard at the thought of breeding you.

“J-jaemin!” you called as he entered you again without hesitation. You looked back at him and he stared at you, giving you the chance to speak. “A-are you sure it’s a g-good idea to-”

“Yes,” he hissed, pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly, making you moan and arch your back more for him. “I think it’s a very good idea.”

“B-but,” you weakly complained while he set a steady rhythm with his hips. “w-we… it’s our f-first ti-aah! t-time together, we- ooh Jaem-aah! We just m-mated- AH!” you yelped when you felt a sharp pain on your ass cheek.

“So?” he asked, giving you another harsh slap and thrusting into you harder. “We could have been doing this for months if it wasn’t for your foolish idea.”

 You gasped, a bit offended at his words, but you knew he was right. You had wasted so much precious time and ended up only postponing the inevitable. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he whispered against your ear, before placing one of his hand on your neck and the other around your waist, lifting your upper body from the couch to hold you against him, his thrusts reaching deeper inside of you. “I’ll take c-care of you,” he promised with a growl as the base of his cock started expanding and he pistoned harder into you. 

 Your eyes rolled back when he managed to push his still growing knot inside of you, now moving your hips back into his as he panted animalistically, licking and nibbling proudly at the fresh mark on your neck. 

“Shit,” he grunted when one of his hands caressed your lower belly and he felt his dick forming a visible bump repeatedly every time he pushed inside of you. “Shit, b-baby, yes!- gonna-.... gonna fill y-you up so good,” he moaned incoherently, his hips stuttering as he fucked you brutally. “gonna f-fuck you until it t-takes-... make s-sure you’re full of m-me ah! oh fuck, baby, fuck, fuck-!”

 He held you against him desperately, making you both lose balance and falling into the couch, him on top of him rutting against you maniacally, all coherent thoughts left his brain to be replaced by the need to impregnate you.

 You moaned loudly when another orgasm took over you due to your clit constantly chafing against the material of the couch, tears streaming down your cheek as he cooed at you and licked them, without ever stopping his hips’ movements. 

“You’re gonna l-look so fuh-...fucking good, baby oh!” he continued, as his knot inflated enough to keep him in place, limiting him to shallow quick humps. “Everyone w-will know w-who gave it to you t-this good, huh? So full with c-cum and babies- Hah- ah! ah, fuck yes, baby, take it, take it-take it! Oooohh!” he groaned as he finally stilled himself on top of you, releasing what would be a ridiculous amount of cum considering he had already cummed before. 

 You tried to calm down as Jaemin slowly came back to his senses, kissing your shoulder gently as an apology for his roughness. Not that you were mad about it; you had never felt this good in your life.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, caressing the areas of your body where small bruises were starting to form.

“Hmm?” you vaguely answered.

“No more lies. I mean it,” he meant it to be a warning, but it sounded more like a plea. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated as you let him embrace you and shift your bodies into a more comfortable position. “Jaemin?” you called this time.

“Yeah?” he mumbled sleepily.

“What happens if I do get pregnant?” you didn’t want to ruin the moment, but at some point it had to be addressed. 

“...What do you mean ‘if’?” he asked, almost a bit offended. “I will get you pregnant. We still have many rounds to go.”

“M-many rounds-,” you repeated startled. “What?!”

“I told you, didn’t I? One orgasm for each lie you said to my face,” he repeated, kissing the mark on your neck and making you tremble in his arms.

“I-I didn’t tell that many lies!” you defend yourself.

“You said the same lie many times, same thing,” he shrugged. “Plus it’s not really a punishment… or are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”

 You moaned softly when his hands started massaging your breasts, his knot deflating as an indication that things were about to get rough again. You hid a smile as you melted into his touch, allowing yourself to admit that you did enjoy it and that there was more to enjoy for the night and the rest of your lives.

Whoever said moving to a new city wasn’t the solution was so wrong.

[ #𝟎𝟏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Jeno, DDLG, Subspace (?), Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Bimbofication, Dacryphilia, Oral (m), Asphyxiation, Cock Warming

Mr. Lee had a vision, a vision of you.

It was a vision of you sitting all pretty between his thighs, looking up at him with tears streaming from your eyes as you choked—oh wait, that’s happening right now!

“That’s my baby,” Mr. Lee praised, his hand tangled in your hair. “Take Daddy in your throat, baby,” he instructed. Your head sank deeper on his cock, taking his dick past your gag reflex. Suddenly, an amazing, great idea popped into your head.

You released Mr. Lee’s dick with a pop and held it by the base. He looked at you with an eyebrow furrowed, hissing when your tongue traced one of his prominent veins. “You nasty fuckin’ girl,” he said rather aggressively despite the loving look he had in his eyes. “Just wanna please you, Daddy,” you hummed before wrapping your lips back on the head of his cock, placing kisses on it—wet, sloppy, kisses that made your lips drip with his pre-cum.

Mr. Lee couldn’t and can’t get the flush of your face out of his head, he was watching you like a hawk while you sucked his cock. He took in your every move, relishing in the feeling you gave him. His groans grew more constant when you flattened out your tongue.

Mr. Lee’s brain shrouded with nothing but you for a moment, then realized he wanted to cum in you—not your mouth. Don’t get him wrong! He loves watching you swallow every last drop of his cum, but maybe not today, he’d rather see it drip from your pussy.

Pulling you off his dick, he chuckled. “Have fun, little lady?” He chuckled again when your face flushed, saliva and his pre-cum were dripping down to your tits. You nodded.

He smiled kindly at you, as if he wasn’t going to rearrange your guts in the next few minutes. “Unbutton Daddy’s shirt for him,” he ordered, just to see your face get flushed. As expected, your face heated up with embarrassment. With shaky hands, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched Mr. Lee shrug it off, discarding it to the floor.

Smiling at you, he laid you on your back, letting himself tower above you. “You ready for Daddy, baby?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your needy cunt. Biting your lip, you nodded at him. “You ready to be good for Daddy?” he asked again in the same format, and again, you nodded at him. “Good.” was the only word he stated before shoving his dick inside of you. Normally he’d completely struggle with getting more than the head inside you, but now, he’d thrown it all out the window. After all, you agreed to be good for him, and being good for him meant doing his bidding the way he wants. Just like now!

“Daddy…s'too big!” you managed to slur, the rawness of your throat causing every word you spoke to become weaker than before. Your moans were much more choked out, showing Mr. Lee exactly how he made you feel.

“But Daddy is making you f-feel so fuckin’ good though, isn’t he? Isn’t he making you feel so, so good with his cock?” he groaned, his hips focused on fucking you stupid. “He’s making you feel good with his cock—look at you—you’re practically drooling.” he rasped, directly near your ear.

If you were more aware of your fucked-stupid appearance, you would’ve cared if you were drooling under and over the man of your dreams. But, the man of your dreams didn’t care. In fact, he loved seeing you like this. His favourite girl completely at his disposal as she whined and cried all because of him. He kissed your tears away as if they didn’t make his cock twitch in your cunt.

The hazy luster in your eye was growing again as his cock rammed in your deeper. “You’re doin’ so w-well for me, doll.” he cooed, looking into your pretty clouded eyes. “My stupid fucking girl.”

You smiled at him, little squeaks of your moans leaving your mouth as your fingers intertwined with his. “T-think m'gonna…m'gon-gonna cum~” you whimpered out, looking at your very own Mr. Lee with hearts in your eyes. “E-Even when I cum…p-please, please d-don’t stop~” you moaned, stuttering horribly on your words—your mind struggling to even form sentences.

Mr. Lee almost choked on air at your words.

Wow.

“Whatever you want, pretty.” he winked, enjoying the way you suddenly came absolutely undone beneath him. Your back was arched and your walls clamped down on Mr. Lee’s cock. Nothing but your moans rang throughout the room as your hand was tightly holding onto Mr. Lee’s. It wasn’t like he even minded, you could claw his back to the point of drawing blood and he wouldn’t even care.

“Good girl, good girl,” he cooed “m'so proud of you, baby.”

Nothing but noises of bliss left your lips, nothing but pleads for Mr. Lee’s cock left your mouth. “You just love my dick, don’t you?” he groaned, smirking at the messiness of you. Tears were falling down your face, as if your eyes were waterfalls. He did admit—he thought you were prettiest like this. “Such a pretty whore,” he complimented “Cryin’ and droolin’ all over my cock.”

With his free hand, he wrapped it around your throat, forcing his dick into your cunt farther. Your moans grew shaky, your body was complete mush underneath him.

Mr. Lee’s dark eyes bore into your glossy ones as he expected the very expected, “Are you gonna cum, baby?”

Your eyes blinked up to his sheepishly, had he said something? You hadn’t been paying much attention, too busy wanting to cum, you were so close—you simply couldn’t find the words to tell him. “W-what?” Mr. Lee smiled at you, “You gonna cum, baby?”

You nodded. Not caring if you had permission, you let yourself go. Cries and moans for Mr. Lee rang throughout the room, his personal favourite “Daddy~” had also made it’s pretty way into the mix of it all. Soon, nothing but “Daddy~” left your lips as he used you like you were a toy to him—if you were a toy to him—then you were his favourite.

His hand remained intertwined with yours as he gave his very last thrusts. And, just like he promised, kept fucking you even after you came. The gasp you let out when his cum dripped out into you took that man to heaven. Mr. Lee’s eyebrows were furrowed, savoring the way your walls clenched down on him as his cum oozed every where—there was so much that the sticky liquid dripped down to your ass.

Mr. Lee met your eyes, the eyes that had that familiar glint to them in times like this. The corner of his mouth twitched up as he reached for a tissue to clean the both of you.

The moment he pulled out, more cum dripped out of you. He definitely wasn’t surprised. “Know you’re up there somewhere, angel.” he cooed, kissing your cheek and admiring your completely fucked out expression. He’d do anything to know what was going through your mind right now.

Probably cock—he was right.

“S'all good, doll,” he cooed as he laid against his headboard, sinking you down on his cock. His hand wandered all over your body, pressing dozens of kisses to your neck.

With time, the haziness in your eyes melted away. “Mr. Lee?” you questioned, he hummed as his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck me.”

“Magic word, baby. Use your manners.”

“Please.”

“Guess I didn’t fuck you dumb after all,” he scoffed, making a mental note to now do so.

*a/n: hAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS 👹👹👹 here’s the ending of 2021 post shawties 💯 i hope you all have a great 2022 or whatever 🙄 hope get sum dick this year y'all 💖

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xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

—

you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

—

“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc it’s just so comforting!!!

oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But it’s something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you can’t figure out why.

There’s a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. There’s a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with one’s head tucked into the others neck.

And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. They’re so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.

Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. There’s a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.

Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.

Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in another’s, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.

When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if you’re both just on a bad trip from a drug you don’t remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if you’ll find find it again hundreds of years later, if you’ll see him again, if you’ll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.

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7dream x reader 18+

mark hasn’t seen you in weeks because you’ve been so busy with your new job he’s been so needy so on your off day he knew exactly what he wanted to do with you

renjun has always wanted you his entire life but has been too shy to do anything about it but now that’s he’s older and no longer shy he knows how to get what he wants

jeno “accidentally” walked into his friends sisters room and he couldn’t just leave her without helping

haechan knows he shouldn’t be messing with manager but it’s better to do this with you than a stranger right?..

jaemin can never stay away from your tits he loves them too much but you never complain

chenle was known by all his friends to be the horniest so when he invited you over late at night they know not to disturb and tonight wasn’t any different

jisung knows what you want when you turn your music up and start to get touchy with him and he always gives you what you want

a/n: it’s been a min.. enjoy making more of these soon!

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likes, cmts & shares appreciated :)

CAN’T HANDLE THIS — N.JM.

SUMMARY. how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.

PAIRING.na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. strangers to lovers, college! au, matchmaking! au, yet another richkid! au, jaemin is an asshole again, romance, humor. WARNINGS.excessive swearing, a near death experience, drinking and smoking, more than a handful of illegal shit, mentions of vomit, blood, violence, too much sexual tension it’s unhealthy, again jaemin is kind of a dick but he’s an attractive dick, jaemin also likes it when you tell him his personality is trash. WORD COUNT. 16k TAGLIST. @alwayswithjaemin @carelessshootanonymous @sundamariis @nominsgirl @shentingz @jvjsssnaa @neozws @urfavtallgirl @dakneeee @wonforgyu @fullsunbabe @luv4jeno @rxnexxi @argooose @jaemsushi​ @stopeatread​ @lovesuhng​ @jaehyunicrecream @byunbaekcult​ @haedgaf​ @sehunniepot​ @lebrookestore​ @ghouerry​ @lanadreamie @rum-gone-why​ @ririlovesrenjun​

NOTE. upon posting the preview, this was already set out to be a one-dimensional word vomit on my most favorite guilty pleasure— jaemin being a weirdo and an asshole— but as i kept writing, i accidentally gave it a little more depth and development and oopsies. there’s 6k more words than the estimation. but this is still essentially plotless, mindless, and self-indulgent. 

hope you enjoy this characterization of jaemin because i do. way too much. this is the first long fic i’ll be posting after a year of inactivity so feedback would be appreciated haha i’m so fucking nervous to publish this hope u all like it.

“Do I really have to go with you?”

You see, when your parents told you you were going to have dinner together with the family of your dad’s friend— explicitly mentioning that their son, who just happened to be the same age as you, would be joining— you already knew that this isn’t going to be an innocent dinner.

They think they’re slick. They act like they haven’t already done this five times before. You’re getting sick and tired, and you express your dissent once more while entering your dad’s car, pretending like you have a choice on the matter as if you hadn’t already prettied yourself up as per your mother’s request.

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern,  wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]

Description. You and your friends have a pact, no dating unless you are. This is only fair seeing as you’re highly unlikely to ever get in a relationship, seeing as you tend to brush off every males advances. Unfortunately for you though, Na Jaemin really wants to date your friend, he’ll do anything! Even go as far as pay Lee Haechan, resident playboy, to change your mind about the whole dating thing. 

Pairings. Lee Haechan x Female Reader

Genre. Romance, Enemies!(Sorta)To!Lovers, Comedy, Angst

Warnings. Mentions of sex, drinking, kissing, reader and Haechan argue for a bit, crying, etc. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word count. 16K

Note. It's finally done, my baby, my longest fic. Words can't even express how much a roller coaster this was. Please, please leave feedback <3 Thank you for everyone who voted for this haha.

ONE, THEY MAKE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM.

You laid sprawled on your couch as your friends continued to gossip. This was a normal thing, you’d invite your friends over, have a few drinks and gossip would ensure. You didn’t mind it, truth be told, but there was a reason today was particularly sour.

Na Jaemin, Huang Renjun, and Lee Jeno had crashed your impromptu get together. Well, more like Yeji invited them, bless her heart. But did she really have to? Her explanation was that her and your other friend Chaewon ran into them on campus. From there, they had invited the boys to drink with them. 

Sure, you get it, the boys paid for the alcohol. But really? Was it necessary?

They had taken all the attention away, practically commanding the room, and you couldn’t stand it. Of course! Here come’s buff jock Jeno, charming Jaemin, and pretty boy Renjun to steal the spotlight. And you detested all of it.

You and Karina sat with mild scowls on your faces, her’s from her lack of knowing other guests were invited. Being your roommate, she had done little besides change into a fresh pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, not expecting boys to come over. She freaked out for like five minutes after opening the door, you assuring her that she looked fine, but she was peeved for lack of warning anyways. 

She took the loss and just decided to sit in self loathing over these boys seeing her without makeup. Doing little to contribute to the conversation, you just twisted the string on your hoodie as they called out your name. 

“Do you have any lemons?” Jeno asks, looking over at you. His tone somewhat softer, trying not to piss you off. Even though he was already failing.

You barely even realize its you that he’s addressing, having tuned everyone out. You almost roll your eyes as your face scrunches upon realization of his question. “Why do you need lemons?” 

“Jaemin likes his vodka with some lemon juice.” He explains, the other staring at you expectantly before looking between you two. 

Of course he does, you just sigh and get off your spot in the couch. Karina follows after you, clinging onto you as a source of warmth. She didn’t want to be left alone without you after all.

“What kind of guy drinks their vodka like that? Be a man!” She mutters, pulling out a cutting board and knife as you open your refrigerator in search of the lemon. 

“I don’t even know if we have one.” You say, standing in front of your fridge with your hands on your hips. Digging through the drawers, you pull out the only round object to be found. “We have a lime.” 

Karina snorts and grabs it from you, slicing it in half. “It’ll have to do.” 

You laugh at her remark as she makes her way back into the living room with the wedges of lime. Karina was your oldest friend, you two meeting in middle school. Attending university and living with her was a no brainer, and it was going really well. During your freshmen year, you two had met Yeji in the library, Karina befriending her after basically living there during exam season. You two welcomed her into your friendship shortly after that. She then introduced you to her desk partner in finance class, which was Chaewon. You guys all clicked and that led to your little found family that you had here. 

You hoped these boys didn’t expect to squeeze their way into this sisterhood. 

Karina hands Jaemin the lime, shrugging as he looks at it, then back at her. He awkwardly smiles and squeezes it into his drink. Though you can definitely tell he thinks this is the worst thing in the world, well at least he’s polite. 

You and Karina go back to practically cuddling on the couch, her head right next to yours as you share a blanket. For the next ten minutes, you two sit in silence showing each other pictures on your phone, to which earns a nod or a hum of agreement. 

The others sit on the floor, around your rectangular coffee table, with the bottles all over it. Yeji nudges Chaewon though, tilting her heads towards you two. You guys were usually so loud, had something happened? 

Yes, something happened. Boys happened. 

“Don’t you guys wanna sit down here?” Chaewon asks, patting the carpeted ground next to her. “And have a drink maybe? I haven’t even seen you two touch your cups.” 

Renjun speaks up. “Yeah, you guys should come talk!” 

“We,” You begin, gesturing a between you and Karina. “Are talking plenty.”

“How’s the lime, by the way?” Karina speaks up, smirking at Jaemin. 

Jaemin just gives a forced smile and a thumbs up, though his drink remains untouched minus a sip. And even that, was a stretch. 

Yeji gestures for you two to come sit, giving you two a stern look this time. She definitely was just wondering why you guys were acting so reclusive. She’s adamant, you’ll give her that. 

Deciding that, maybe you’ve had enough attitude for one day, you take Chaewon up on her offer, plopping next to her. The spots also next to Renjun, who you deem to be the most bearable of the boys, so its not too bad. Karina sits on the opposite side of Chaewon, sandwiched between her and Yeji. Damn, you should’ve thought of that first. 

“So, are you all single, or what?” Jeno asks, pouring himself another shot. He asks only out of genuine curiosity, but you think your demeanor spoke for itself.

You lied, you can never have enough attitude in one singular day. 

Yeji nods. “Yeah, for a while now.” 

“Can I ask why?” Jaemin asks, taking a sip of his drink. “I find it hard to believe none of you have found anyone you’ve liked here.” 

“Why is that hard to believe? I find boys quite insufferable.” You speak, finally letting yourself have a taste of that vodka. The boys turn to you and you smile back sarcastically, having no qualms about what you had said. 

“That’s why.” Chaewon sits up, looking at you. “We have this sort of, pact thing.” 

“You really wanna get into this now, Chae?” Karina pipes up, knowing how this usually goes. 

“A pact?!” Jeno looks confused. 

“We have this rule, since we started this year, that we wouldn’t date anyone. You know, to keep our focus on academics and our jobs.” Yeji explains, the boys looking at you like you were all crazy. This was the normal response, shocked and somewhat disappointed looks, not like you cared though.

“So what? Plenty of people do that and still have relationships.”

“We’re just trying to stay as focused as possible.” Karina defends, shooting you a knowing look.

“There is however,” Chaewon starts, putting down her empty glass. “One exception to the rule.”

“Well?” Jaemin asks, leaning closer like a kid waiting to be told an answer. 

“Yn is the most responsible one between all of us. If anyone can do both, it’s them. Therefore, if she gets a boyfriend, the rest of us are free to date!” 

“That sounds stupid.” Renjun deadpans, and you’d kind of agree. It wasn’t even your idea anyways, they just held you to such a standard that they believed the day you got a boyfriend would be the end to all. Therefore, they placed their bets on staying focused onto you staying single. Normally, you’d be offended, but so far it was shaping up to be true. 

“We take this super serious as well.” Yeji nods. “Absolutely no boyfriends unless she has one. It’s just the pact of this friend group.” 

“Plus, Yn runs from boys like the plague. So it only seems viable to stake our academic performance on her.” Karina adds on, shooting you a teasing smile.

“Wow thanks guys.” You mumble. “I feel so loved.” 

Chaewon rolls her eyes. “You don’t have a boyfriend because you don’t want one. We are just following in your example.” 

“So basically, this exception is impossible. Which is why you put it as one?” Renjun tries to follow and all the girls nod in response. 

Oh Jaemin was in deep shit now. He knew about you, everyone in the room did. You laughed in the face of anyone who tried to romantically peruse you, not that they wanted to anymore anyways. Last time he heard a boy try to hit on you, it ended horribly for the entire hockey team.

 To put it plainly, you were never going to get a boyfriend. 

Jaemin wishes he had known about this before he fell head over heels for Chaewon. How could he not? That girl is perfect! But now upon hearing about her absolute refusal to date, this only meant certain rejection for him. He wanted to just be swallowed into your deep shaggy carpet, just let Jeno pry him out with a stick or something. This was just mission impossible, and he was no Tom Cruise.

“So none of you have dated before?” Jaemin asks, hoping he can get a hopeful response out of his crush. 

“I had a boyfriend when I met Yn,” Karina starts, face turning sour. “Let’s just say there’s a reason I was down for this agreement.” 

“Never had time.” Yeji looks away, clearly embarrassed at sharing her lack of relationships. 

“Me neither!” Chaewon agrees, and Jaemin all but deflates. She was absolutely unattainable, as if she wasn’t before, it’s even more amplified now! 

“And you?” Renjun asks, giving you a small smile as he tries to include you in the conversation. Though, you're not really having it. 

“Doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s not like I’m getting one now.” And with that you decide to find solace in your phone, choosing to ignore the rest of the conversation for the night. If only it was that simple.

TWO, THEY’RE LIARS.

Damn it, after all the kindness (read: not killing him.) you had showed Renjun, he does this to you! He’s around fifteen minutes late, leaving you to awkwardly muddle around the stores front door. Goodness, you look like a loiterer. 

You two had struck up an unconventional friendship after meeting again at your favorite burger place. You recognized him, and normally you would’ve walked off and pretended you didn’t know him. But you were caught off guard by his hat, and you just had to know where he got it from. He actually admitted that he crocheted it himself and you practically jumped up. This led to you rambling about how badly you wanted to learn to crochet. So, after exchanging numbers, you two agreed to meet at the craft store to pick up supplies. Afterwards he would help you learn crochet patters and all that good stuff. 

But he’s late, and you’re about to discard Renjun as another “Failed Male.” on your list. All in all, it’s a list of males you’ve given a chance to, friendship wise, that had proved you right every single time. (Lee Jeno was on that list.) Renjun’s liar status was slowly creeping up right about now. 

Hearing a car door slam, you spot Renjun pushing his hair back from his face, running towards you. He’s in a full on sprint, and he looks apologetic. 

The boy in the drivers seat, who you recognize as Mark Lee, offers you a smile and wave. You manage to offer one back, what a weird kid.

Renjun slows as he approaches. He looks stressed as he speaks. “Sorry I’m late, Mark clogged his toilet and he doesn’t have a plunger in his apartment and-”

You cut him off. “Hey, whoa it’s fine. I’ll be honest, I thought you had ditched me, but hearing you were just unclogging toilets made me feel a little better.” 

He stifles a laugh and just heads into the store, you following behind. This stores was huge, and with all these materials, you could likely be in here for days. Renjun’s familiar with it though, so he leads you straight to the needles and yarn.

Hm, maybe he’s not so bad after all. For one, he seems helpful with his friends, and he’s spending a chunk of his time hanging out with some random girl. He was alright in your book, and definitely not just because he was helping you.

Grabbing a couple patters and some yarn, Renjun throws it into the cart you’re pushing. Standing before the needles he looks around. “I have no idea what the best needle for a beginner would be.” 

You blink, who else would know? “What needle did you start with?” 

“My grandma gave it to me, I don’t know the millimeters on it or anything.” He shrugs, grabbing the needle set that looks most like his. 

You just agree, not like you had a choice anyways. About fifteen minutes later, you two push the cart into the lengthy line. Renjun had grabbed a few things for himself as well, saying he could never have too much yarn. You started conversing about which pattern to try first when his phone rings. 

He shoots you an excuse me, and pulls out his phone, groaning at the sight before answering it. The person on the other end speaks frantically as Renjun tries to keep up with his reponses. “Hello? What? No-”

He’s cut off by the voice on the other side loudly shouting. “Fine! I don’t care, I’m just with Yn so...No! You’re disgusting.”

You watch as he hangs up abruptly, pushing his phone back into his pocket as he sighs. “It was Donghyuck.”

“Who?” 

“Haechan,” Renjun clarifies but watches as you still look confused. “Lee Haechan.” 

Though your expression remains as you shrug. “Never heard of him.”

“Well,” Renjun starts but waves himself off. “Doesn’t matter, he was calling saying he had a girl over. He’s my roommate, and hes loud.”

You laugh a little. “Try living with Karina.”

“No,” He shakes his head. “Haechan is like living with fifteen Karinas, but they’re all men, and they’re all really horny.”

“Ew?!” You manage, watching how Renjun was dead serious as you laugh at his expense. 

“They’re all messy too!”

Before you can comment back, the two of you make your way to an open register as the number is called. The man bags your things and you head out, excited to finally start this intimidating hobby you were interested in.

“So to my place then?” You ask, assuming this Haechan wouldn’t want you around if he’s boning someone. Renjun just groans, “But my patterns are at my place, I wanted to work on one of my projects.”

You don’t know what to say. “We can go pick them up?”

“Then sneak out and hope his fuck buddy doesn’t hear us?” Renjun continues, but the more he thinks about, the more he thinks he can do it. It couldn't be that bad anyways, right? Then he's reminded of his whole mission today. “I’m crocheting a bunny and I really need those patterns.” 

You wait for him to continue as he looks like he has more to say. So you offer a simple, “Cute.”

“It’s for a girl,” He resumes, his face heating up slightly as he thinks of her. “I really wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so I could ask her to be my girlfriend. Bunnies are her favorite animal.” 

“Awe!” You beam, that was such a cute gesture. Your heart fluttered for something as adorable as that. “Renjun, that’s so sweet!”

“Really? Funny coming from the romance hater.”

You roll your eyes as he kills the mood. You didn’t exactly hate it, it was just something that left you scarred. Something you didn’t care for much anymore. Though, sometimes you can’t suppress the little hopeless romantic in the back of your mind. Renjun doesn’t have to know all that though. “I don’t hate romance, I just find it rather trivial.” 

“I find you rather trivial.” Renjun remarks back sarcastically and you can’t help but laugh at how stupid he is. He fake winces as you hit him on the shoulder. 

“Let’s get you those patterns loverboy!”

“Don’t call me-” But you slam your car door closed before he can continue. You just wait for him to slide into your passangers seat, unamused expression still present on his face.

He grabs your phone as you hand it to him and inputs his address. “Is this the first time you’ve gone to a guys house?”

“Very funny.” You scoff, facing the road. “I’ll have you know I’ve been to a guys house before.”

“That’s surprising.”

You fight the urge to playfully (kinda) hit him on his arm again. Opting instead to turn up your radio and make the ride without anymore stabs at your love life.

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive there. Renjun was really helpful with directions and where to park, so now all that was left was getting the stuff.

“You want me to go in alone?” Renjun asks, like he can’t believe the girl he’s known for a week doesn’t want to enter his apartment with him. You knew Renjun sure, but you had watched too many crime shows to not be a little cautious.

“Why wouldn’t you?” You ask, genuinely as he frowns.

“Just come grab them with me, I need another set of hands for my yarn too!” Renjun pleads as he continues to beg, you sighing as you give in.

“Fine!” And you turn your car off as you follow behind him slowly. You wish you had more resilience but you just wanted to get back into the warm confines of your room so, who could blame you? You watch as Renjun unlocks his apartment and listens in as he’s met with silence.

“That’s weird-“ Renjun starts but is cut off by a loud moan. You mentally beat yourself up for agreeing to enter with him.

“If I have to hear it, so do you.” Renjun continues as he enters his apartment further, and you just stand still. How could he so calm about this? You weren't a prude or anything, but you'd think you'd die of embarrassment if you came home to your roommate moaning up a storm. “Well come on, the yarns in my room!”

You just stand in disbelief, before hastily walking behind him. You couldn’t believe this. He goes to what you assume is his room and fumbled with the door, only to realize it’s locked.

“Is this not your room?” You tease, eyebrow raising. He gives you a glare as he tries to open his door again, still not budging.

“Of course this is my room. How big of an idiot do you think I am?” Renjun shoots back, and you almost laugh with how quick he is.

“Well..” You pretend to think and he looks halfway offended.

“I don’t remember leaving it locked when," He changes the subject as he trails. A look of realization on his face. "Oh my god.”

“What?” You asked, sure something was dawning on Renjun, but you were lost. He basically freezes in place as he stares at his door knob and the tips of his ears turn red.

You’re both derailed by another chorus of moans striking the air, but this time it’s apparent who’s room they’re coming from. It’s Renjun’s.

“You freaks!” Renjun screams, pounding on the door. “Open this damn door Haechan or I will pull it off the hinges and throw it at your big ass head!”

Once again, you’re quiet in disbelief. Almost managing to stuffer a soft “What?”

“It’s a kink he has. Fucking idiot does this to me even though I told him to stop!" Renjun shouts the last part so that his friend can hear, though he's met with no response. He bangs on the door again, "You're gonna pay for this!"

A laugh comes from inside his room as, who you assume to be Haechan, teases him. "Yeah right, what're you gonna do? Fuck that Yn girl on my bed?"

"You two are fucking on my bed?!" Renjun shrieks, ignoring the dig Haechan took at you. Geez, he sounded like a complete dickhead.

"What? You thought we were on the floor?" Haechan responds, the girl trying, yet failing, to stifle her moans.

"Oh my god, this is the worst day of my life." You whisper, jaw slacked.

"Of your life?!" Renjun yelps, staring blankly at his door. "I'm going to need all new sheets."

You tug on his arm, wanting to sprint out of there. "Lets just go, you can make that bunny another day."

"I'm going to kill him." Renjun groans, pulling back slightly before giving up and treading out of his apartment. You just keep your mouth closed as Renjun's face sours.

"Wanna sleep on my couch?" You offer, knowing you'd want someone to do the same if that had just happened. "I know you're going to have to like.. burn those covers."

"If it's not a big deal," Renjun trails, thinking about it. "Yeah I would."

"Fun!" You clap your hands. "We can have a sleepover! I can do your nails and show you my favorite movie-"

"Please shut up already." He rolls his eyes as he pushes you out of the elevators towards your car as you giggle. "This is going to be a long night."

..

About ten blocks away lays Na Jaemin, on his couch as he stares at his phone, awaiting another text from Chaewon. The two have been talking a lot recently, albeit on a friendly level, but he's spoken to her enough to know he's definitely whipped.

Jeno, his roommate, walks into the room as he stays glued to his own device. Although he's in a Chaewon induced haze of love, Jaemin notices that odd behavior. Jeno isn't one to be on his phone like that, so what was so interesting? "Who are you texting?"

"Karina." The other responds, eyes not leaving his phone for a second as he takes a seat on the couch opposite of Jaemin.

"Seriously?" Jaemin begins, and Jeno rolls his eyes, knowing what the other is implying. Jaemin sits up slightly, "She's off limits."

"Yeah and so is Chaewon," Jeno pauses, giving the other a dirty look. "But that isn't stopping you."

Jaemin wants to launch the nearest pillow in Jeno's face. "I actually like Chae-"

Jeno interrupts him before he can continue proclaiming his love. "Chill out, it's not even like that. Karina's just texting me about Renjun."

"She's into Renjun?!"

"No!" Jeno responds, annoyed. "He's just crashing on her couch."

"Boring." Jaemin says, refreshing his DM's to see if he missed a reply from his crush yet. Surprise surprise, he didn't. "I'm never going to get a chance with Chaewon, am I?"

Jeno shrugs, finally placing his phone down as he gets to grab a bottled water from the fridge. "There are other girls."

"She isn't just some girl," Jaemin responds, sincere in his words. "I really like her, man."

"Well then do something about it."

And Jaemin just might have to.

THREE, THEY DON'T MIND THEIR BUSINESS.

"So you really did bone?" Lee Haechan stands against your door as you fight the urge to slam it in his face. Your face is showing clear signs of displeasure at this stranger standing at your front door, but if he noticed, he sure wasn't doing anything to brighten your mood. But then again, he's just a guy, what more did you expect from him?

"It's really none of your business." You declare, not backing down. If he wanted an argument, then who were you to refuse?

"Whatever, Renjun will fuck anything that walks." And that statement sounds so funny coming out of the mouth of someone who'll actually fuck anything, according to Renjun. Who was he to slutshame anyways?

"What? Are you self projecting right now?"

Haechan opens his mouth to speak again but you stop him with a glare and a wave of your hand. "Let me just go wake Renjun so you can get off my damn property."

Leaving Haechan at your front door, you shake Renjun awake by his shoulders as he lays. He lays as still as a rock, not reacting to your small "Wake up, Haechan's here to take you home."

Renjun groans in response, stretching as he mutters out a "Tell him to fuck off."

"Good luck with that." You smirk, holding back a laugh. "Don't forget you have to spray your room for bed bugs later."

"You're not funny." Renjun shoots back but ironically lets out a laugh. He's still half asleep as he lazily makes his way to your front door. Yet, upon spotting Haechan, he seems to be wide awake.

"What the hell are you even doing here?!" Renjun all but shouts, "I should beat your ass right here for that stunt you pulled!"

"Stunt?! I was pleasing a girl, something you would know nothing about! Especially if Yn's attitude is any indicator, you must be a bad lay." Haechan cackles, yet the two of you remain anything but amused.

"If you actually payed attention to your friend, you might know he actually has someone he likes." You step in, tired of the comments. "And it's not me."

"So? Doesn't mean he can't sleep with someone else." Haechan furrows his brows at your statement. His eyes widen upon realization of what you're saying. "Awe, you're so naive to think that. It's kind of cute honestly."

"Get out." You say through gritted teeth. Haechan backs up and you watch Renjun step out of your apartment, knowing he had to leave too if you wanted any peace in your own place. "Renjun, you can-"

"No I'd better go, I have to knock this one's head against the wall." He nods, promptly grabbing Haechan by the ear as the other protests. Dragging him away as he leans down, letting out a string of ow's in his wake. You just watch, he deserved it anyways.

..

"Why have I been seeing Lee Haechan everywhere?!" You exhale, stabbing a fork into your food. You and your friends were having lunch outside on a picnic table on campus, shaded by the strong oak tree's nearby. It's such a beautiful day, but the proximity of an unwanted face makes your mood dampen.

Karina chews her food. "You sure you're not imagining him?"

You put your fork down. "If I was imaging someone, it'd be like.. Song Kang or someone hot! Haechan is like a rodent!"

"Rodent is a little harsh, no?" Yeji scrunches her nose, picking something off of Karina's plate. "He seems nice enough."

"Nice?!" You groan, looking to Karina. "Help me out here."

Karina just shrugs. "I haven't met him."

"And yet he's literally everywhere." You stare blankly at the open grass next to you. There sits Haechan, accompanied by Mark Lee and a boy you don't recognize. They're talking to girls, smiling as Haechan puts his full flirting charms to those poor victims. You pity them.

"Jaemin say's he's funny." Chaewon interjects, like Jaemin's opinion was worth a damn in your book.

Still you vocalize. "Funny doesn't mean he's a good person."

"I just don't get why you hate him so much." Yeji speaks, pointing her spoon at you as she chews.

You roll your eyes before crossing your arms. "If you heard the way he spoke to me, you'd hate him too."

"I don't doubt it." Karina admits, taking a sip from her water bottle. "But I also just think you're beginning to give him way too much attention."

"What?! How?! First, he violates Renjun's bed and makes us listen to those moans. Then, he shows up to my house like a maniac the next morning and then starts insisting we slept together, like it even mattered!" You scoff, the girls listening to your rant. "But not before making several inappropriate comments about me!"

"Since when did you care what a man had to say?" Yeji raises her brows as she awaits your response. She was somewhat right, you usually never gave a man this time of day over simple remarks. But Haechan just managed to get under your skin far more than anyone ever had.

Chaewon jumps in before you can formulate a response back though. Keeping her voice low, as he leans in a hushed tone. "So did you sleep with Renjun?"

"Chaewon!"

"I was just asking-"

"Wait?" Yeji stops, putting her hands down on the table. "Since when are we allowed to sleep with people?"

"What do you mean?" Karina looks at her. "I've had hookups since the agreement, I thought it was just serious relationships out of the question."

"Oh my god. I could've been fucking Changmin from creative writing class, this entire time?!" Yeji asks, mouth agape as she mourns a missed opportunity.

"Yes.." Chaewon trails. "Though, I don't see why you'd want to."

"Hey!" Yeji defends and the two begin bickering. They always had the opposite type in boys, never agreeing on a males attractiveness. So it was safe to say you were used to the silly little arguments.

Chaewon say's something about his short hair while Yeji starts to point out how the other likes 'stick skinny' boys. This then prompts Chaewon to go on a tirade about how 'muscles don't matter."

You're so wrapped up in the two's words that you fail to notice approaching figures in the corner. That is until the girls still and Karina greets, "Hey Mark."

Your head whips around and low and behold, there standing (a little awkwardly) is Mark Lee. You could've sworn just ten seconds ago he was across the field, curse you letting your guard down.

Honestly, Mark isn't all that bad, its the two he's brought with him that are trouble. And as Haechan flashes you a smirk, you really wish they would've stayed across that damn grass.

"Jungwoo! I haven't seen you in a while." Yeji says, the aforementioned boy rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"I dropped the class we had together." The guy you've learned is named Jungwoo, responds. "I'm an engineering major now."

"No need for British literature there, huh?" Your friend responds back as Jungwoo laughs.

Yet you can't bring yourself to laugh at anything, given how Haechan had made himself comfortable at the table, choosing the seat right in front of you. Great. Haechan figured that this way, he can force you to stare at him, even if it's just for a little bit. Yet, you're looking anywhere but at him right now.

"How's Renjun, baby?" He breaks the silence, and you move to look him in the eyes, a scowl present on your face. You know he's not talking to you like that.

You've never wanted to punch someone so badly. "Doesn't he live with you? And don't call me that."

"Call you what? Baby?" There he goes again.

You really didn't want to deal with this right now, especially since it's like the male had been following you lately. You were being honest, you had truly been seeing him everywhere. The last thing you wanted was any type of interaction with him after finding him in all your favorite spots. The bench outside your building. He was there. The table you sit at in the dining hall. He was there. The craft store you went to with Renjun. Ding ding ding, you guessed it! He was there.

Moving to stand up, you grab the attention of the others. Karina looks at you quizzically. "Where are you going?"

"Away from Haechan." You speak honestly, closing the water bottle you were drinking from.

Yeji turns to you. "What, why? Mark was just inviting us to a party!"

"I'm tired." You say, as politely as you can, thinking of any excuse to not go to this party. You didn't mind parties, they were okay sometimes, but right now you just really wanted to be out of Haechan's general vicinity.

Chaewon peeks behind Yeji. "Come on, why not? Jaemin texted me that he'd drive us home! It could be fun, we could get wasted!"

Yes, because your ideal Friday night involved getting wasted and throwing up so hard you can't remember your own name. That was exactly your scene. "No thanks, I'm gonna sit this one out."

Yeji stands with you. "Everyone's gonna be there! It could be fun!"

They were persistent, as they were persuasive.

"Ok, fine." You really need to learn to stand your ground a little harder.

So that was how you found yourself, a couple hours later, back in the company of the one you swore you despised. It was inevitable that Haechan would be present, this was Mark's party after all. From what you've gathered, the two were close as well as the other boys your friends knew.

Jeno and Jaemin were here, Jaemin sober as he promised while he spoke to Chaewon, and Jeno? Well, if him and Karina making out on the kitchen counter was indication, not so much. Renjun just snickered at that, "That's gross."

You nod in agreement, opting to save your poor eyes from viewing anymore. Renjun is quick to take notice of the lack of drink in your hand though. "You're not drinking? Again?"

"Don't feel like having a hangover tomorrow."

"I'm starting to think you're a party pooper."

"Think?" You pause, as you make eye contact. "You know very well that I'm a party pooper."

"I didn't want to have to say it!"

"Say what?" A voice speaks as you instantly recognize who it is. He's slinging his arms over you and Renjun's shoulders, you being quick to brush it off.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"Why? So you can chat up Renjun? I'm protecting him."

"Only thing Renjun needs protection from is you."

Haechan raises a brow at that. "At least I know how to have a good time, misses sober."

You cringe at his newfound nickname for you. "Get lost."

"Only if you get loose."

That was by far, the weirdest thing a guy has ever said to you at a party. And trust me, you've been told many things at parties before. "Is that a challenge?"

"Depends, you up to it?" Haechan smirks that stupid grin of his.

Renjun's quick to pull on your arm, pulling you back to reality. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Okay Lee," You ignore the boy beside you. "I'll bite."

"Save that for the bedroom princess."

You and Renjun both look disgusted at that. "Fuck off, you know what I meant. Meet me at the beer pong table, and we'll see who really gets loose."

It only takes an hour and half for you to regret this weird thing you and Haechan had going. It consisted of matching shots with him, as well as chugging as many beers as he did. You didn't even like beer that much, it was just the competitiveness flowing in you that made you continue to down the fuzzy liquid. You could keep up, you had to, you had to make this idiot eat his words.

But a little voice kept etching in the back of your head, why did you care so much? You barely knew this guy, you didn't even know the simplist thing about him, like his major or favorite color.

Well, then again, you didn't need to know all that to know you wanted to beat him in this imaginary game you're playing. No rules at all, just drinking and drinking, a competition to see who could hold their alcohol, and maybe you were losing.

Stumbling to take a seat on a.. bean bag? You get engulfed as you sink in, mind as heavy as your limbs feel. You barely able to lift your head to look around the room, taking note of a few familiar faces here and there. Chaewon and Yeji are dancing in the crowd, Jaemin and Renjun are cashing out on bets of who'd get the drunkest tonight, and Karina and Jeno are nowhere to be found. Amazing, now you probably couldn't go home. Hopefully you could just crash at Chaewon's.

"Feeling it yet?" Haechan slurs into your ear as he sits on the beanbag to your right. He's well past the point of drunk, likely slightly worse than you, seeing as he was drinking before you had arrived.

"Nope." You lie, barely able to make eye contact with him. Why was it so hot in here? Were you sweating?

Haechan quirks his head to the side. "Liarrr."

You shift your eyes. "You're more wasted than me."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Alright you win." Haechan mumbles, throwing his head back into the seat. "Wanna get out of here?"

"Ew!" You reject, still having half a brain.

"Not like that," He says, words mushing together, and you can tell hes being honest. "Let's go swing on the swing set."

"Mark has a swing set?!" You sit up, practically yelling like it was the greatest discovery ever made.

He matches your energy. "The neighbors do! I'll even push you on it."

You just nod rapidly as you grab his hand and lead him off the bean bag, eyes following curiously as Yeji wonders why the hell you're holding Haechan's hand in yours. You definitely wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

Haechan pushes the patio door open, you two spotting the playground that must've been from years ago. Yet, this didn't detour you as you raced to it, barely able to keep up with the boy beside you.

Not because he was fast, but because you could barely stay on your own two feet without falling over. Haechan helps though, a steady grip on you as he helps you onto the swing.

"Woah!" You yelp, as you almost fall off of it, forgetting to grab the sides.

Haechan's quick to stop you and laughs as you can barely keep your head up. "You're in another world."

You lift your face up slightly, "Yeah? Then you're on another planet."

"Another planet is closer than another world!"

"Aren't they the same thing?"

Haechan's silent for a minute as he thinks. "I don't know."

You laugh, way too loud for your liking, but what did it matter? It was just you and Haechan here, and you could care less what he thought. "You know, you're cooler when you're drunk."

It's quiet for a beat before Haechan puts his hand on his heart, pretending to wince out in pain. "I'm cool all the time"

"Nuh uh," You argue back, childishly. "When we got here, the first thing you did was make fun of me! Then you dragged me into this."

"It's a game! It's fun!" He waves his hands around.

It's truly funny how things worked. A week ago, you didn't even know who Lee Haechan was. And an hour ago, you wouldn't have been caught dead with him alone. Yet, here you were, laughing as you try to keep your grip on the swing as he pushes you. Almost falling off balance a few times, but manages to keep himself up.

The breeze blows from behind you, almost giving you goosebumps with a lack of a jacket. Your mind vaguely begins to wonder what time it was, the pitch blackness of the neighborhood (Minus a few streetlights) throwing you off.

"You're more fun when you drink too." Haechan yells, even though you're directly in front of him. "Not pushing me away and running, or slamming doors in my face!"

"You deserved that!" You giggle as he stops pushing you, sitting on the swing next to you to take a break.

He stares at the stars for a few minutes before he looks at you. You look so cute, even in such dull lighting. Haechan leans in a little closer, to where you can almost smell the alcohol on his breath. "You look really pretty."

You can't help the way your heart quickens, but you shake your head, deducing it to be all the drinks in your system. Sober you would never react this way to Lee Haechan. The man of your nightmares.

Or so you told yourself.

You lean in a bit further, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know."

Haechan's taken aback but before he can reply, his name's being shouted across the back. "Haechan! Are you out here?"

"No!" Haechan yells in response, watching as the shadow of a person approaches them, leaves crunching beneath their feet.

Mark's face falls in relief as he notices you with Haechan. "Man we've been looking everywhere for you. Karina said she couldn't find Yn either."

You stand up from the swing, leaving Haechan sitting by himself. "I should be getting home."

Mark just looks between you two, confusion across his face. Since when had you gotten close with Haechan? He could've sworn you two were arguing earlier, even when you arrived at the party. Was he missing something? "Jaemin will drive you."

"I can drive her." Haechan says, ironically as he nearly tumbles over himself attempting to get on his feet again. He fishes his keys from his pocket and waves them around as Mark snatches them from his grip.

"You're not driving anywhere." Mark rolls his eyes. "Renjun's taking you home too."

And like a dad caring for his children, he leads you both back inside, careful not to let Haechan run off to who knows where. (He had a tendency of doing that.)

"But it's not even midnight!" Haechan protests, with his head down.

"It's two in the morning!" Mark corrects as he shakes his head, grabbing Haechan by the arm. Your eyes widen, was it really that late already? Time flew by weirdly fast with Haechan. Not that you enjoyed it or anything, must've just been the alcohol. Yeah, definitely.

"But I don't wanna leave her." Haechan says, prying himself off of Mark and onto you. Clinging to you like you were best friends. You, not knowing better in your state, hug him back.

"You two look like idiots." Mark comments, trying to separate you guys, the both of you telling him to stop. Your grip on each other tightening with every tug.

"Wait!" Yeji catches up to you, smirking as she pulls her phone out. "Let me take a picture first."

You just hum, drunkenly posing for the photo as Haechan throws a peace sign up. The two of you with stupid smiles on your faces. Idiots, that would be the correct thing to say about you guys now.

"Okay," Renjun approaches, eyes heavy as he just wants to go to sleep right about now. He tries to pull the other off of you, but you tighten your grip as well. "Haechan, let's go!"

He shakes his head and Renjun just about gives up as he throws his hands in the air. "Find your own way home."

Haechan nuzzles into you for about two more minutes before he registers what Renjun said. "Oh no! Renjun's leaving me!"

You just nod and Haechan lets go of you, running towards the front door as he yells a small goodbye to you. You yell back across the house, and he shoots you a thumbs up as he almost trips over the steps leading outside.

You pout slightly as you watch him go, your source of warmth being gone now. Oh well, you start looking around for your roommate, but you spot Jeno in the kitchen alone without her. Where the hell did she go? Didn't matter, you were just going to relax on the couch now.

It would be okay to close your eyes for a minute right?

Well, you closed your eyes for a bit longer than a minute. In fact, when you opened them next, there was sunlight shining through the living room windows.

The headache hits you first, feeling like you had been ran over as your whole body was sore. Likely from the amount of dancing and running you had done. You even vaguely recall going outside. To swing? With Haechan?

You sit up, a little fast for your head, and look around. You spot Chaewon and Karina on the couch across from you, legs intermingled as they hugged, they must've been wasted when they went to sleep too. You can see Yeji's jacket still on the couch, registering the sound of a toilet flushing.

Why was it so loud? You throw your head back on the couch as Yeji enters the living room. "You're up." She whispers, sitting down on the love seat next to you.

"Yeah, where are we?" You groan back.

"Mark's house." She answers back, watching your facial expressions. "Do you really not remember?"

"No." You rub your eyes, the headache still present.

"So you definitely shouldn't check your phone." Yeji laughs, picking your phone up from the ground and throwing it in your lap.

You place your phone beside you. "Why are we at Mark's house?"

Yeji leans back. "Jaemin ended up getting too drunk to drive us. Mark offered to call us an uber but he couldn't find his phone. He tried to find Renjun too but he had already left. Then Mark just gave up and went to bed. Jaemin and Jeno are asleep in the other room."

You barely even process all of that as you just raise your eyebrows , picking up your device. And to your surprise, its full of notifications, yet all from one app.

There, laying on your Instagram dashboard, is a photo of you and a clearly drunk Haechan. He's leaning into your face, the sides of your faces pressed together inside the small frame. He's smiling that stupid little smirk and you're grinning widely. To make matters worse, its accumulated the most likes you've ever seen on your page. There's tons of comments too, most stating how cute you two are. The others commenting that they didn't even think you knew each other. There were a few random ones too, talking about couple goals and how you made the explore page. What?!

Your finger hovers over the button to delete the post, but it is a rather cute picture. Despite the fact that you were going to kill whoever posted it on your page, maybe you'd keep it.

"Who the hell posted me and Haechan?!" You speak, not caring for the volume you were speaking at. It was in fact ten already, hopefully no one would mind too much.

Yeji shushes you, "I don't know-"

"It was Jaemin." Chaewon nods, shifting to get Karina off of her, though the latter doesn't move a bit. But when had Chaewon even woken up?

Your eyes widen, getting up as you're blinded by the need to cuss Jaemin out. Entering the first room you come across, you spot Mark asleep in his bed, Jaemin and Jeno on the floor.

You lean down and smack Jaemin, waking him up as he looks startled. "Mom?"

"No!?" You yell, shaking him by his shoulders. "Why did you post that photo?"

"What photo?"

"Motherfu-"

"He was drunk." Mark sits up, rubbing his eyes, making you feel slightly guilty for waking him too. "Why don't you just delete it?"

"It has a few thousand likes already!"

"You're famous?"

You shake your head. "No, but this means all of his fangirls are going to be at my door this morning after our post made the explore page."

"So what you're saying is," Jaemin pauses, looking at you. "I made you famous? You should be thanking me."

"What the fuck?" You blurt out, "I'm going to strangle you."

Jaemins eyes grow big as you reach towards him, he struggles to avoid your hands. "I just thought it was a cute picture! You guys looked so friendly!"

"Well we're not! I'm not even friends with him!"

"You are after last night." Mark comments, looking around for Jeno's shirt. You had been so distracted that you didn't even notice the half naked boy across the room as he slept. Then you realize Mark's words, you two were friendly last night? You'd rather dive into a dumpster than hang out with Haechan. Well, apparently not?

"I'm going home." You give up. "Sorry for sleeping on your couch Mark."

The latter just shrugs. "Anytime, I don't mind."

What a weird guy.

You locate your keys in a bowl on the kitchen table, promptly placed there with many others after Jaemin had confiscated all your keys. You look over to Karina on the couch and decide you don't want to be the one to wake her, she was usually grumpy when hungover. Eh, Jeno can drive her home.

After grabbing your jacket and making your way to where your car sits, you gape in horror. "Someone vomited on my car?!"

FOUR, THEY CONFUSE BEING FRIENDLY FOR FLIRTING.

This one was one you had seen time and time again. You've experienced it first hand, as well as had to swoop in and save your friends from it. It always goes the same, every time. A boy approaches you, usually meeting for the first time, and takes your friendliness as a sign of being interested.

Like the time Chaewon had to awkwardly explain to the worker at the Van's store that she wasn't giving him her phone number, she just wanted him to look up her loyalty account for points. To which he had insisted that she was smiling at him so much, how could he not think she wanted to give him her number?

Or when Karina and you were at Starbucks and she held the door open for a guy to walk in. He then immediately turned around and asked her for her Instagram so they could talk. Then when she said she wasn't interested, he walked away angrily.

Moral of the story: Men always think you're hitting on them just because you're being nice.

More than half of the time, they're wrong.

This is why you're not friendly.

However, your judgement seems to be impaired when you're drunk. Considering how your attitude with Lee Haechan had died down, he took it as a sign of a new bestfriend. And even worse, he thinks he can flirt with you.

He's even managed to convince himself that you're desperately in love with him, teasing you every time he sees you.

Karina thinks it's hilarious as you complain to her, "He's just naturally flirty."

You roll your eyes. "He thinks I'm in love with him!"

"Maybe you are." She responds and you don a repulsed look on your face.

"Me? In love with Lee Haechan? Never."

"Your adamance on not being in love with him is suspicious."

"How?!" You ask as you continue to finish off the last of the bows that you were crocheting for Renjun's bunny. He had decided last minute that he wanted the bunny to have cute accessories, so he had set you up to the task as a repayment for teaching you how to crochet at all.

"Well for one, you've been spending an awful lot of time with each other." She points out and you hate that she's right. These past few weeks since the party, they boy has been glued to your hip.

"Not voluntarily. He follows me everywhere!" You respond.

"You go to his apartment!"

"Because Renjun lives there." You reason, and it was true. Renjun was a friend, and you were learning something from him. Why wouldn't you be at his apartment? "I don't go to see Haechan!"

"Are you sure?" Karina quirks a brow and you look at her in disgust.

"Yes I'm sure."

"Okay, so what about you leaving that post up?"

"What post?" You feign, knowing full well what she was referring to.

"You're insufferable." She replies. "And in love with Lee Haechan."

You almost throw the needle at her. "Nope. Nuh uh, not in love with him."

"So why is he coming over right now."

"We're going to help Renjun ask his crush out, remember?"

She shakes her head. "I zone you out sometimes."

You scoff. "Worst roommate ever."

"Yeah yeah, heard it all before." She giggles as she continues scrolling through her phone. The door bell rings though, and she decides to do you one and get the door while you put your shoes on.

You immediately hear the voices of the boys as soon as the door opens, both greeting Karina as they enter.

You ignore the small talk though, "How are we feeling, Renjun?"

"Nervous." He responds, deadpanning. He wipes his palms on his jeans, sweaty and all clammy.

"You'll be fine!" You assure him. "She's like in love with you."

"Yup," Haechan agrees. "Just like how Yn is in love with me!"

"Shut up!"

"You didn't even deny it!"

"Gross," Renjun interrupts. "This is about me right now, can we go back to focusing on me?!"

"Yeah, sorry." You respond, knowing Renjun was worried out of his mind. It's all for no reason though, you know his crush returns his feelings. There's nothing to worry about, he shouldn't be so worried.

But, as you thought, he didn't listen to a single thing you said. He had barely even managed to calm his heart when you dropped him off at the restaurant he had invited her to. You and Haechan shoot him a thumbs up, the other muttering some words of encouragement to him, that apparently made him all the more nervous, but at least he was trying.

You remind Renjun to call you when you needed to pick him up, wishing him the best of luck. Though, as Haechan commented, hopefully his crush would be taking him home after this.

You just hit him in his shoulder.

Unfortunately, you never thought about the aftermath of this situation. It seemed normal on paper, two of Renjun's good friends drop him off for a gut wrenching date, offering their support.

Now what? Were you two just supposed to wait around? Should you go back to their apartment? Or should you drop Haechan off and just go home? You underestimated what you were getting yourself into here.

"So?" The male speaks before you can, raising his brows at you. "Got any confessions of your own?"

"Here's one, I think you're annoying."

"See, I already knew that. Not much of a confession." He sticks his tongue out, turning to face you as you keep your eyes on the road. You're quiet as he speaks again. "Well I actually have a confession, if you'd like to hear it."

"I don't, Haechan."

He rolls his eyes as he moves on. "Enough with the Haechan! Call me Donghyuck, like my friends do."

"We're not friends." You maintain, raising your brows.

"Yes we are! You just won't admit it!" He whines, not taking his eyes off you of you. "Doesn't matter, I'm still going to confess."

"Go on." You say, a hint of amusement in your tone. You were actually kind of curious on what he wanted to say.

"I want to take you on a date."

You scoff, of course that was it. "Lot's of other guys want to take me on dates."

"I'm not other guys!" He defends, whining in your ear.

"You're right." You begin, turning to face him back. "You're worse."

He lets out a wail at that. "Look, it doesn't have to be a fancy date or anything! Just let me buy you dinner, or take you to Dave & Busters!"

"Dave & Busters?!" You laugh, did he really take girls there? Not that you minded it but, this was Haechan we were talking about. You didn't take him as the type to take a girl out there on a first date. Huh, the more you know.

"Please," He puts his hands together, with pleading eyes. "Pretty please."

It sounded fun, that you'd admit. But you didn't really want to spend endless energy, and money, trying to win rigged arcade games and claw machines. "How about this? You buy me a pizza and a cinnamon roll from the mall food court and I'll let you think it's a date."

"Then it's a date!" He bats his eyes, smiling ear to ear.

..

It's been three hours. Three hours of radio silence from you and Haechan. Renjun figures he'll just send a bomb to your house. Nice and prettily wrapped with a bow, noted that it's from him. In this scenario, Haechan is with you as well, and you two just get blown up. To smithereens. Yes, that was a perfect scenario.

Renjun's not even in a bad mood, in fact, he's quite overjoyed that his confession was returned. His (Now) girlfriend beaming as she hugged the knitted animal, saying how Renjun was so romantic and how she felt the same way. He even got to kiss her!

However, this now brings him to an empty apartment, having taken the bus with her so he could walk her home safely. He had thought about just calling you to let you know, but he figured you'd answer later.

Now though, he feels really weird. His roommate is usually blowing up his phone, no matter the situation, yet he hasn't heard a word from him all day. So to say this was odd, was an understatement.

He's barely left to think for long before Haechan literally comes barreling through the door, you following right behind him.

You're both bickering playfully about something, you talking with your hands as Haechan tries to speak louder than you. "I told you that you were going to lose!"

"You cheated!"

Neither of you even greet Renjun, it's like he's not even there, though he's literally standing right in the kitchen. And Renjun can't say he approves of the sight.

You continue on talking. "You're just a sore loser!"

"You were taking basketballs from my side!"

"Well hey to you too," Renjun drags, waving his arm sarcastically. "I'm here, if you hadn't noticed."

"Oh my god, Renjun!" You say, grabbing him by his shoulders. "How did it go? I'm so sorry, this idiot made us go to Dave & Busters after the mall! Then, my phone died and Hyuck left his here and-"

Renjun raises a hand to stop you, getting straight to the point. Trying to hide by how he was slightly caught off guard by you and his friend spending so long together, alone. "I'm fine, she accepted my confession. We're dating now."

You squeal. "Renjun has a girlfriend! Hyuck, Renjun has a girlfriend!"

"Maybe you can stop being so moody all the time now!" Haechan pokes, squeezing the other in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, never thought you'd do it!"

"Well, I believed in you!"

Renjun smiles, "That's great. Actually, can I talk to you for a minute?"

You look confused, realizing that Renjun's looking at you. "Sure, walk me out to my car?"

He nods and Haechan wraps his arms around you, to which you push him off. "Go shower!"

"Aye aye, captain!" He salutes, causing you to giggle, before waving bye to you as Renjun waits. "Text me when you get home!"

You shoot him a thumbs up and turn to head out the door, Renjun following behind you eagerly. You wondered what he was going to talk to you about. Its funny, you felt like a child awaiting a scolding, just a tad bit scared.

He walks slowly next to you for a couple seconds as he closes his door, walking you to his complexes elevator. He looks a little nervous, opting to stare at his shoes as he speaks. "I"m going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest."

"Okay." You answer, a little warily. He was freaking you out with how formal he was being.

"Do you like Haechan?"

You open your mouth. "As a friend, yeah."

He shakes his head. "No, I mean, as in do you have a thing for him?"

"Why would you think that?"

"For starters, you called him Hyuck, twice. And then, you two spent three hours on a date, apparently forgetting about everyone else."

"It wasn't a date."

"Listen to me, he takes all his flings to Dave & Busters, okay? That's kind of his thing, I think it's weird personally, but it's tradition since he did it with his first one." He stops as he tries to figure out how to word things.

You just stare back blankly. Of course you didn't think it was special, he was simply taking you to hang out. It wasn't a date so why wouldn't he take you there?

"I want to know because, I used to be really good friends with this girl a while back. Everything was cool until Haechan got his hands on her, then it turned into this whole mess, and she ended up hating me for it. All because she had tried to get serious with him, and he just hated the thought of tied down."

You lean against the elevator wall. "But why-"

"I'm telling you this because I value our friendship and I don't want you to get hurt. Haechan's my friend, yes, but hes a really shitty guy to be with. I don't want to lose you too, just take this as a warning."

You nod calmly, but your stomach is turning. "Thanks anyways, but I don't like him like that, we're just being friendly."

You were lying straight through your teeth, even if you didn't know it yet.

FIVE, THEY'RE EASY TO FALL IN LOVE WITH?

You hadn't seen, spoken to, or thought of Haechan in a week. (The last one might be a lie, but what is that they say? Fake it 'till you make it?) But you decided to heed your friends warning, maybe you were getting too attached. Goodness knows you can be the type to get too comfortable with someone, not expecting to have the rug pulled out from under you. At least this way you were prepared, right?

What you couldn't avoid, unfortunately, was your friends pestering you about the sudden disconnection from the male. Apparently, Jeno had spread word about it to Karina, and it just fueled her theories.

She had pestered you about six different times this week alone as to why you had been dodging Haechan. You'd always just shrug and say you were busy, but she wasn't buying it. The girl lived with you, she knew something was up.

You had spent less time with Renjun as well, only meeting once at a cafe for lunch, but that could just be attributed to his newly attained girlfriend as well. So you used that as your main excuse for not swinging by the apartment.

Haechan had no idea what he had done, why the radio silence all of a sudden? Had he made you uncomfortable? Did you really not want to go to Dave & Busters? Was something wrong?

Had you found out?

No, threre is no way you could've found out. Jaemin's plan was foolproof, and Jeno was airtight, nothing was going to slip. At least, that was what he hoped.

You're currently sat in Yeji's room, Karina and Chaewon having lost a game of who had to go buy the food. (You had all played rock, paper, scissors for it.)

So the two of you sit cross legged on the floor, sliding beads onto bracelets. Sure, people might deem this a little childish to do at your grown age, but you could truly care less. It was a fun little thing and all of you got to have matching ones, like middle school kids.

Yeji hands you a bucket of letter beads, noting how you nearly finished one side of colored ones. Then she winks, "Who's name is going on it?"

"Mine," You look at her confused. "Who else?"

"Oh, I don't know," She rolls her eyes. "Maybe Haechan's?"

You almost knock over the container. "Not you too!"

"What?!"

"Karina is already up my ass about him! We're just friends." You frown. "There's nothing going on between us."

"Well, I think either you're lying, or you're too dumb to see it. Both are very plausible." She laughs. "I'm just surprised, didn't think he'd be the one to change things."

"He hasn't changed anything." You chide, and you believed it. Somewhat? Everything felt the same, it wasn't like you shot heart eyes at the boy every time he was around. You two just simply got along, in the same way you and Renjun did. Sure, you and him never spent as much time alone as you and Haechan, but that was just 'cause he was so clingy. Surely not because of anything else.

"He's the only boy you don't yell about! I haven't seen you like this since-" Yeji stops herself before she can go on.

You whip your head up, her face guilty as she regrets having opened her mouth. "Since Sunwoo? Is that really what you were going to say?"

She defends, "I didn't mean to!"

"I know," You agree, you choose to stay calm. You know she meant well, she'd never say it to hurt you. "I just don't like to bring him up. That's all."

"But my point still stands."

"And we all know how things ended with Sunwoo. He ended up breaking my heart into tiny little bite sized pieces. Thank you for reminding me exactly why I hate boys again." You go back to your bracelet, trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend.

She sighs, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You shake her off. "Not your fault he was the world's worst boyfriend."

"I was out of line." She apologizes again, though you're already over it.

"It's alright. Everyone thinks I like Haechan anyways. Even Renjun pulled me away and started going on a spiel of how I need to be careful." You start, not noticing the look Yeji's giving you.

"So, you don't?"

"I don't.." You trail, hating how you're even thinking about it. "I don't know."

She sits up. "Wait a minute-"

"I just enjoy spending time with him." You admit, but you feel like you're about to throw up. You couldn't believe you felt this way. You couldn't afford to, not again. "More than I do with the others anyways. Can we move on?"

Yeji seems reluctant but nods, looking over into her kitchen space. "Jaemin's been spending a lot of time here, broke my favorite mug."

"The one with the cat on it?" You gasp, more worried for the cup than the boy.

"Yes! The one Ryujin made me in her pottery class!"

"I'd kick him out!" Your jaw drops, knowing how Ryujin would've dragged that poor boy across the floor.

She just feigns annoyance. "Chaewon would have a cow! The two are like bestie's now."

"Seem's like you're all teasing the wrong person!" You stick your tongue out.

"Nope, she honors the pact!" Yeji responds, "Like a lot."

"You're all stupid."

"Hey!"

You two are stopped by the sound of the keypad outside beeping as the code buzzes incorrectly. "Open up! Karina's making me carry all the bags!"

"I literally have soda's in both hands!" The other yells as you get up to get the door, Yeji toddling behind you with a half made bracelet in her hand.

The girls barrel in, rushing to place the food down on the counter as you and Yeji itch to get your hands on the bags.

Karina falls into conversation with Yeji over the wait time when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. You pull it out to see Haechan calling you? That was weird, he had never really called you. You two barely even texted since you gave him your number last week.

You just excuse yourself and step into Yeji's bedroom, answering the unusual call. "Hello?"

"Finally! Well, where the hell have you been?!" The voice on the other end pesters.

"What? I've been busy." You lie, tightening your grip on the phone.

"I miss you." He blurts out suddenly, the words making your heart drop. Sure, he had said tons of flirty stuff to you before, but now that you were slightly aware of some feelings? Yeah, this was making your heart race. His comment is followed by silence, neither of you speaking.

You manage to collect yourself, putting on your bickering tone. "Shut up."

"I'm serious! Let's do something tomorrow. Just you and I, wanna show you something."

"What could you possibly want to show me?"

"Besides my dick?" Of course he'd never miss an opportunity to make that kind of joke. What was he, fourteen? But you hated how it made you laugh.

"That's fucking gross." You make a fake-vomiting noise.

"No but all jokes aside," He begins again, speaking quieter through your device. "I'll see you here at 5?"

"I don't know," You respond, staring at your shoes as you think about it.

"Well then who knows?"

One day couldn't hurt, right? You'd spend time with him again and realize that you two are just platonic friends. Yeah, everyone wanted to make it so complicated, when it wasn't like that. Surely, you'd feel at ease after confirming things. "See you at five."

..

"You're ditching us?!" Chaewon's jaw slacks as you shake your head.

"Ditching? I spent all yesterday and this morning with you guys, don't be dramatic." You say as you slip on your shoes.

"For Lee Haechan?!" Karina speaks up, equally as shocked.

"Why are you all so surprised?"

"Because a few months ago, you would've been barking up any tree to get away from him!"

"What does that even mean, Chaewon?"

And the group stills, laughing at what she said. She just leans against the door frame, "Fine, go abandon your friends!"

Yeji pouts before patting the back of a fake-crying Chaewon. "Shame on you."

"I'll be back soon, we all know Karina's going to crash on your couch again anyways." You state, about to open the door.

"Whatever, not my fault you like to sleep toe to toe with Yeji in her bed." She rolls her eyes, referencing to how she had found you this morning. And yes, you were in Yeji's bed, but to say your toes were interlocked? Well..

"Just text us, we were thinking about stopping by Jaemin and Jeno's." Chaewon says, the others nodding their heads.

You shoot them a thumbs up and open the door, not expecting anything that would happen that night.

..

Haechan throws himself on his couch, groaning as he's lost another round of Super Mario Bros. to you. To make it worse, you're just laughing at his defeat, who even knew you were so competitive? He couldn't complain though, you had warn fair and square, unfortunately.

He pushes his soda towards you, a brand he beamed about for the entire day, saying he had picked it up on a grocery trip. (Your friend had whopped him when he realized Haechan brought home the wrong brand, but Haechan actually grew to like it. Well, considering now he had three cases of it, you guess he had no choice.)

He sees your eyes land on the can, before nudging your shoulder. "Try it."

You deny immediately. "I don't know where your mouth has been."

He gasps dramatically as he places a hand on his heart. "You wanna find out?"

"Get me my own and I'll try it." You ignore him as you give in, to which he salutes you and stalks out of the living room like a soldier. That guy was weird.

But the main thing on your mind right now, was what Haechan could possibly be showing you. You two had done nothing for the past hour besides play video games on his couch. So unless the soda brand - Or the potato chips - were what he wanted to show you, then you had no idea.

He returns with the soda, placing it was a clunk on the table, having no idea of your impending thoughts. "Try it and if you like it, then you can have a case."

"So that's what this is." You laugh as you crack the lid. "You're just trying to dump those cases on me."

"No I'm not!" He denies though he smirks a little.

"So," You begin. "What was it that you wanted to show me?"

"All in due time." He teases, grimacing as he downs another can. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that good things come to those who wait?"

"Didn't anyone tell you I was impatient?"

Haechan laughs, brushing his hair from his eyes. "Let's go."

He gets up from the couch, offering you his hand, to which you take. You don't know why, but you trust Haechan. He could lead you to a trap and you'd follow. But you have no idea why.

As you pester as to where it is that you're going, he just tells you to put your seat belt on and not to ask questions. He keeps his patience though, ignoring your whining about this mystery trip.

He just laughed though, telling you how cute you looked when you were pouting. You just shoved him and rolled your eyes, never admitting how hot your face would grow at the random compliments.

Then suddenly, you two were there.

Haechan wouldn't elaborate on what there was. To you, this just looked like a park in the city. But you could tell, with the way he was looking at the trees, this meant something to him.

You two walk up the trail in silence, you choosing not to say anything as he seems determined to get somewhere. You follow without qualms, admiring how dark it was starting to get around this time.

There were families still out though, couples laughing on benches as they fed ducks, and people walking their dogs. It was such a beautiful sight.

Haechan suddenly turns as you make your way up a hill, grabbing your hand as he points to the grass. "Sit with me."

You nod, sitting cross legged on the ground as Haechan stares out into the view. And you can admit, it's breathtaking.

You can see everyone from there. All the people, all the animals, all the trees, you can see it all. You catch glimpses as the sun sets, the sky painted orange as it illuminates the view below.

"It's so pretty." You comment honestly, thankful for the wind on such a hot day, you had never felt more comfortable.

You know why you do though, and it has a lot to do with the boy beside you. The boy you had only known for a few months, but had managed to wring your heart into a knot, he was right here. He made this moment perfect, he made this what it was.

You regret running away, for that week wasted, when you felt like you belonged with him. Your heart swells, and you wish it would stop, but it doesn't cease, not for a second.

Moment's spent with Haechan, they were never a bore, he was someone who you felt genuinely cared about you. Sure, he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with you, but no one was perfect.

He had a past, but damn it, so did you.

You know why you trusted him so much, why you backed away so fast, why you'd follow him anywhere. You knew it all too well.

You couldn't help it, you were in love with him.

"It's beautiful." He responds, resting his head on your shoulder.

You hum back, "Why did you bring me here?"

He turns towards you. "To do this."

Haechan cups your face, tilts it towards him, and then leans in as your lips meet. You don't move for a minute, taken aback by the sudden action, but when you regain your senses you kiss him back.

He pulls off a little before you grab the nape of his neck and bring him in again. You can't get enough, you love the taste of Lee Haechan, you feel like you could kiss him forever. You want to kiss him forever.

You separate again to breathe for a moment but he's pushing your lips back together, it seems the feeling was mutual.

You know you two look like horny teenagers just making out on a hill, something straight our of a coming-of-age movie. But you couldn't care less, you didn't care about what anyone thought of you. All that mattered right now was the boy in front of you.

And loving someone? It never felt this right.

..

You walk into your apartment wearing a dopey smile, Karina texting you that they she had went home, and you're thankful because your pillow sounds so good right now.

After the sunset, Haechan had took you to eat at a small diner, then to a little box arcade to pummel you in every shooting game out there. So, for lack of better word, you were exhausted.

You and Haechan didn't talk about the kiss after, he just smiled at you and then told you he liked you. You'd never felt such butterflies in your life, not even with your ex-boyfriend. It was different.

You call out for your roommate when you walk further in, turning on your lights as she responds. "Can you come here for a minute?"

You walk into her room, seeing Yeji and Chaewon on her bed. You giggle at the two. "Need me to help you move them?"

But she's not laughing, serious as she looks at you. "Maybe we should talk in the living room."

Your heart races. Did something bad happen? Was she okay? Were the others okay? Did the boys piss her off? There were a million things running through your heard at the turn of this night. Nevertheless, you follow her out into the living room, sitting with her. "Is everything alright? You're scaring me with how serious you're being."

She looks down at your attempt to lighten the mood. "As you know, we went to see the boy's today."

You nod, scared to speak. You even feel guilty, but you know you did nothing wrong, why did it seem like you were in trouble?

Karina continues, "They started drinking, a lot. But I stayed sober because I'm having breakfast with my mom tomorrow, remember?"

And now, its oddly apparent to you how she seems to be beating around the bush. You lean in, "Did something happen, Karina?"

"Well, Jeno and I were talking in his room, and all of a sudden Jaemin walks in, drunk obviously. Talking about how he won, and the bet's off now. I thought he was talking about sports or that sort of thing, but then he mentions Haechan." She avoids your eyes.

"What are you saying?" You whisper, meekly.

"Long story short, I got out of Jeno that-" She closes her mouth, and you can see her trying to word it, but your patience is running thin. "Jaemin payed Haechan to talk to you."

"What?!" You exclaim, standing up from where you were sitting. No, no that couldn't be right, that couldn't be true. It barely even made any sense. "Why would he do that?"

Karina stands as well, muttering two words. "The pact."

And it clicks in your head.

"He thought if anyone could sweep you off your feet, it'd be Haechan. So he messaged him randomly and set this whole thing up. He figured if the bet was broken, he could get a chance with Chaewon."

"So he," You start, struggling to speak. "Payed Haechan to make me fall in love. For this stupid pact I didn't even ask to be apart of?!"

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea. Once Jeno told me, I told him I never wanted to see him again! And look I know it doesn't even matter because you don't care-" She pauses as she looks at you, stunned at the sight. "Are you crying?"

And you let out another choked sob at that, her rushing to your side immediately. Your tears are flowing as you rub at your eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions taking over you. "Why are you crying?"

"I loved him."

She staggers back. "You.."

"And this happens." You continue to bawl. "This keeps happening, and I don't know why it keeps happening to me!"

Karina pats your hair as she hugs you. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I know! I know, I didn't! So why do boys keep doing this to me?! Why do I keep getting used?!" You cry, the words slipping out. "First you, and now Chaewon. Will no one ever just love me?!"

Karina tightens her hug on you, she knows it hurts, she was there. She held you a year and a half ago when you broke up with Sunwoo. Weeping in her arms as you recalled a text message you had viewed on his phone. How he was only using you to get to Karina. She hated him, she hated his entire being, and she still does.

But you didn't love Sunwoo. No, you liked him a lot but love? That was never there. You cried because he treated you like garbage, not because your heart was broken.

She can practically hear it shattering now.

You want to throw something, anything. You want to stomp into Haechan's apartment and throw shit around, making him hurt the way you are. You feel anger, and you feel hurt.

But what you feel most of all, is fear.

You still don't want to lose him, and that's what hurts the most.

SIX, THEY'RE NOT SO EASY TO HATE

When you were fifteen, you wrote a list. Clear cut and simple, straight to the point. It listed six reasons why you hated boys. And so far, to this day, every word has held true.

Sure, people might sit and laugh about it now. Say how it's outdated and how it's rude to generalize an entire gender because of personal experience, but you'd beg to differ.

You lean your head back against your car seat, sniffling as you sit. It's about twelve in the morning at this point, but you can't bring yourself to feel tired. You don't know what to do, you don't even know where you're going. So you go back to the root of this, the boy you thought you could trust. Huang Renjun.

You typed the name easily, not even expecting him to pick up. You don't know what you're going to say, you were so filled with anger that you could explode.

"Hey, what're you doing up so late?" The soft voice chimes as he picks up, half asleep as he yawns.

You burst into tears. "You were my friend?! How could you do this to me?! I trusted you!"

You can hear him shuffling around as you assume he sits up in his bed. "Hello? What? Yn?"

You grit your teeth. "Don't play stupid now, I found out. Are you happy? I know you set me up!"

"Set you up? Are you drunk right now or-"

"Don't you dare!" You scream into the phone. "What, did they promise you a cut of the money? Or did they tell you-"

"What are you talking about?" He yells back, completely confused. "Who promised me money?"

You start crying even more. "I hate you so much, you're just as fake as Haechan."

"Haechan? What do I have to do with him?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you!? Why won't you just admit you helped Jaemin and Jeno?!" Your voice is horse now from the yelling and your eyes rubbed raw from the crying.

"Yn." He calms, lowering his voice. "Talk to me, what did they do?"

His tone takes you off guard, wasn't he just screaming back at you? "Do you really not know?"

"Know what - Please, you have to help me out here - I don't know anything." He responds, and you want so terribly to believe him. He had your back, he warned you, he probably saw all of this coming.

But boys lie, that you know for certain.

"So you don't know that Jaemin bribed Haechan to get me to break that fucking pact?" You curse, voice low, and you hold your breath for his answer.

"He did what?" Renjun speaks, sighing. "And Haechan went through with it? That's so typical of him, but you know what? I warned you."

"Are you trying to preach to me right now?!" You say, pissed off.

"No- Fuck, I'm so sorry." And you can hear him sit down on his bed. "I swear to you, I didn't know about this. They probably didn't tell me on purpose, please, I can't lose you too."

"Renjun," You speak in the mic. "What am I gonna do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I liked him a lot."

And the other end is silent.

..

If Renjun hadn't proved his friendship to you yet, now was definitely his time to show out. Well, judging by how he's literally tearing up the dance floor for your amusement? Yeah, he's gone above and beyond.

You laugh at him from your little booth, sat next to the guy he had brought along, Renjun's girlfriend across from you as she giggles at her boyfriend.

Her name is Heejin, and she practically crushed you with a hug earlier. Telling you all about how shes begged Renjun to meet the girl responsible for making her precious bunny those bows. Also laughing and giggling about how pretty you were, cheeks slightly red.

The boy beside you was Yangyang, a cousin who Renjun was convinced would make you head over heels. ("Hyuck and him are both stupid!" He had said, trying to point out their similiarities. "And both medium ugly, so they have a lot in common! Give him a chance.) But Renjun was mistaken because you didn't want a boy like Haechan, you wanted Haechan. And it stung.

Yangyang was funny though, and he was polite but it had only been a few weeks since you ghosted Haechan. You weren't ready or open to the idea of anyone new just yet. Yangyang didn't seem to mind though, he was just here for a good time, which he seemed to be having as he made you down a matching shot with him.

"Haechan's a total asshole." Heejin suddenly spouts, likely from having too much to drink. "I would've fallen in love with you for free!"

"Right?!" Yangyang shouts over the music. "Wait, who's Haechan?"

You groan, "Thank you, Heejin."

She sits up. "No problem, and I'm glad you came out with us tonight! Renjun said he hadn't seen you in weeks, I almost thought I'd never get to meet you."

"No seriously," Yangyang speaks, looking around. "Who is Haechan?"

"Okay, you're both trashed." You laugh, staring at your unfinished drink, pretending to stir it. Moving, you slip your heels back on.

"Awee, are you leaving?" Heejin pouts, and you shake your head at the sweet girl. "No, I'm just going to pee. Think you'll be okay?"

She just nods and you stand, pulling your too-tight dress down as you make you way through people. What were you even doing here tonight? Karina had basically kicked you into Renjun's car to leave, saying you needed to be out again. But what was the point anyways? You felt like you finally reached your limit about caring about boys anymore, especially one's that weren't Lee Haechan.

Goodness, there you go again. Thinking about the very person who left you like this, who didn't even fight for you or come looking. He knew what he had done, and you hope it eats at him everyday.

But you also hope he's okay. You hope that, maybe just a tiny part of him actually liked you, and that maybe your absence made a small dent in his life.

But you doubt it, not like you knew anyways. You would ask Renjun but they got into a fight, presumably over what he had done to you, and now the two don't even talk anymore. According to your friend, the other just comes home to sleep, busy going who knows where during the day.

Coming back from the bathroom, you find Renjun having returned, coddling his girlfriend as Yangyang watches with a displeased look on his face. You can relate.

Then you realize something, Renjun is drunk. Which means, he's incapable of taking you home. You confirm this as you and Yangyang, the only one's about to stand by themselves, sling Renjun over your shoulders and walk to his car. You grab the keys from his pockets as he protests. "It's fine, take my car and call us an Uber."

"Are you insane?" You ask, trying to ignore the pain in your arms. "Stuff three drunk people in an Uber and hope they make it home? Who do you think I am?"

But you're a bit thankful that Renjun wants to make things easier for you. You were a big girl though, you could handle driving them to his apartment, even if Haechan was there.

Right, you'd be fine.

That's what you keep repeating as you make the drive, unfamiliar with this car, but driving just fine. You can see Renjun and Heejin cuddling in the rear view, Yangyang sat up front as he stares out the window.

"I've been wondering all night," He speaks, taking you off guard. "What's got you all upset? Is it that Haechan that Heejin mentioned?"

You keep your eyes on the road. "It's embarrassing."

"Well, my girlfriend of four years cheated on me." He speaks, causing you to shift in your seat. The confession offbeat, not expecting his openness. "That's why I'm here, I live an hour and half away. But I can't go to my place knowing she's there, I can't stand to be around her."

"I'm really sorry," You say, sincerity in your voice. "You deserve better."

He just shrugs. "That's not even the embarrassing part. I can't be around her because I know I'll take her back, I still love her. Isn't that weird, loving someone after they did you so wrong?"

"It's not weird." You whisper back.

"Renjun's the one who drove me down here himself, he knows I'm weak. He knows I view love irrationally." Yangyang drops his head.

"That's not irrational, we can't help who we love."

He tries to piece things together. "Did Haechan cheat on you too?"

"No," You respond, gripping the wheel. "Well, we weren't even together."

"So you're upset over someone you weren't with? Ditto. I think we've all been there, I guess the only thing left now is if you think he's worth forgiving." And for how much the boy drank, you hated how he seemed so wise.

"I don't know, I think I was more upset that he didn't reach out. It's like he doesn't care, like I'm not worth chasing."

"Maybe he's giving you space." He suggests. "That's what I'd do."

"Do you think your girlfriend's worth forgiving?" You hated cheaters, and you'd personally never forgive one. So depending on Yangyang's response, will deduce how helpful his advice is.

"Fuck no." He laughs, leaning his head back. "But your situation is different, you didn't catch your partner in bed with her neighbor so."

Your eyes grow big as you stammer. "I-"

"Don't," He stops you. "If anyone else tells me they're sorry again, I think i'll throw up."

You nod. "I get it."

"Anyways, you can still save your situation. Just depends if you think he's worth your time." He yawns, just in time for you to approach Renjun's complex.

You stay silent, unbuckling your seat belt. What was all the contemplation even for? He could very well not even be home.

But those words are swallowed when Renjun's front door is opened, the boy you'd been dreading in front of you. He rubs his eyes, muttering how he could hear Yangyang's loud voice from inside the house.

Then he quiets, eyes meeting yours.

And you missed the sight terribly.

Yangyang grabs his cousin from your side, pushing past Haechan with Heejin following.

You just stare Haechan up and down. He looks down, opening his mouth and then closing it instantly. He has a million things he wants to say, but he doubts you want to hear anything from him.

So you talk first. "Why didn't you come after me?"

He stops. "What?"

"You didn't even call!" You throw your hands up. "I would've heard you out! I would've let you explain, but you didn't even send a text!"

He takes in your words with disbelief. "I- I assumed you didn't want to hear from me and-"

"That's right, you assumed! You didn't even try, you were just going to let me go." You hold back your tears as your eyes well up. "I waited for days, sitting by the phone for an explanation, for you to call and apologize. I would've taken it from you, you idiot!"

Haechan moves forward. "I'm more sorry than you could imagine."

"Was it all just a chore to you? Everything, all of it?"

"Listen to me." He shakes his head. "I didn't take the money, okay? I took it initially, but after the first time we met, I backed out. It felt horrible to keep doing that to someone."

"And yet you still kept following me around?!" You say, not understanding.

"That was because I was interested in you." He says without hesitance. "And after I ruined everything, I just couldn't bear to see you hurt. I feel horrible every day, it's been hell without you."

"You should've called." You meek, a tear running down your face.

"I know, I should've done a lot of things differently. I should've been honest with you sooner, I should've came clean."

"You know what the stupidest part of it all is?" You cross your arms, as you wipe at your eyes. "I would've forgiven you."

"I'm-"

"Because I love you." And you cry. God, you hated yourself right now. Crying because of a boy? And even worse, crying because of a boy? One you hadn't even known that long, but that managed to worm his way into your life, but had also caused you such sadness.

But as Haechan wraps his arms around you, whispering that he loves you back, you know he's someone worth forgiving.

EPILOGUE

As mentioned, you had made a list when you were fifteen. Unleashing your wrath among the male population after another one had cut you clean.

The list read as followed,

6 Reasons I hate boys,

1, They make everything about them.

2, They're liar's.

3, They don't mind thier business.

4, They confuse being friendly for flirting.

5, They're easy to fall in love with.

And 6, They're not so easy to hate.

Haechan cackles as you read it out, shaking his head as he stirs his coffee. "That's ridiculous."

"How so?" You place the paper down as you narrow your eyes, "Every single thing here has been proven."

"Well its not about the contents of the list," He begins, grabbing your hand. "To me, that sounds like a list of things you like about boys."

"What?!"

"C'mon, you like that I'm the center of attention. You also like when I lie to you about drama spoilers you see online to spare your feelings. Hm, and you love when I poke my head into you and Yeji's gossip sessions to give my input." He lists, counting on his fingers.

"And if I didn't confuse you for flirting, then I would've thought you hated me this whole time." He winks as you scrunch your nose. "And the last two are pretty self explanatory."

"Whatever," You roll your eyes. "You're the worst."

"But you're still dating me so."

"Against my will."

He mocks you, quirking his head to the side. "I'm going to make a list of things I love about you, but I think it'd be more than 6."

"Eww," You drag, still not used to such a sweet side of Haechan. "Corny!"

"Let me be corny!" He waves. "As long as it gets you into Renjun's bed with me."

"For the last time," You lower your voice, looking around the coffee shop. "We are not having sex in Renjun's bed!"

"He does it to me!"

"Only as revenge! And you guy's barely got on good terms again, do you really want to push it?"

He thinks about it. "Well.."

"Nope, not happening." You dismiss, looking over to the cafe counter. "Now go get me some of those cookies."

"Anything for you, my love."

And even though he's a boy, who hopelessly fits into your list.

You could never hate Lee Haechan.

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Baseball (& Other Disasters)

Description. Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met.

Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. 

So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldn’t) 

Pairings. Mark Lee x Female Reader

Genre. Romance, F2L, Idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining

Warnings. Cursing, An awkward scene of you walking in on the deed being done, suggestive comments,  (I think that’s it?)

Word count. 10k … 

Note: I had so much fun writing this, sorry if it seems like it moved too fast, I didn’t want it to be too long since it’s been sitting in my drafts forever! Anyways, enjoy and remember feedback is always appreciated <3

Mark Lee is out fifty dollars, a phone bill, and most recently, a baseball manager. And he’s about to pull his hair out, because seriously, who quits right before the season starts? Not to help that he could’ve never seen it coming. 

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sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH

prince!lee donghyuck x baker fem!OC (no name!)

synopsis: prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.

wc: ~17.1k

warnings: pet names used only so i don't have to namedrop lol. no other warnings tho!

A/N: this is my second longest fic i've actually finished hehe i'm really happy with this one and now i wish i had a prince haechan lol

-- some things to note first:

THIS FIC IS WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON. if you see ♔, that means it's in haechan's pov written in third person!

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As a child, life is all about the simple pleasures. It didn’t matter that I’d come home to a dark house carrying the faint snores of my mother. I was still reeling from the sweet taste of mangoes on my tongue, the slight dusting of sugar in my hair, and the lingering soreness from laughing in my cheeks. I’d quickly wash up, give my mom a quick peck on the forehead, and tuck myself in bed. Before I know it, the sun greets me again and I meet my grandma outside as she leads me to the palace. This was my routine and for my young brain, there was nothing ever wrong with it.

My grandma is the head baker at the palace. Since the separation of my parents, I have spent my days with my grandma at work. It was all I knew and I was content with it. Every sunrise, I’d have 30 minutes before I had to meet her outside. Together, we’d walk to the palace’s servant entrance and my grandma would give our favorite guard, Doyun, a warm smile and a promise to slip an extra pastry in his meal for letting me tag along. I’d walk past him with a finger to my lips asking him to be sworn to secrecy. He’d always return it with a wink and a small laugh. It was our little promise, though I’m sure no one would actually mind an extra guest on the grounds – especially a mere 7-year-old. 

Once inside the kitchen, I strap on the apron that the palace’s tailor secretly made specifically for me. Grandma told me that the busiest times in the kitchen were the mornings, so I always sit in the corner to let her start the day. I occupy myself for at least an hour before my friend comes to play with me. His entrance is always the same: a secret knock on the side door and a gleaming smile when I open it for him. 

Today he’s dressed up in a super fancy garment, almost like a uniform. I had never seen him in anything other than his casual button-up and pants, typically covered by an extra adult-sized apron we’d find laying around.

“Donghyuck! What are you wearing?”

“Princess!,” He’d squeal, pulling me into a tight hug. “It’s my special outfit.”

“Is it your birthday?” My nose scrunches in confusion, looking him up and down. Even if it was his birthday, I can’t imagine his servant parents could afford such expensive fabric. 

Donghyuck laughs before yanking a spare apron off its hook and pulling it over his head. 

“Nooo. I have something important to do today. That’s why I’m wearing this,” He explains, looking a little nervous.

“Oh wow. You look like the King. Or like a prince,” I say jokingly, but Donghyuck freezes. His eyes are wide like the time he accidentally ate the last mango tart I was saving.

Then he breaks out into an awkward laugh and smiles wide at me, “I am a prince… because you’re my princess.” He says with utmost confidence, before grabbing my hands. We’re standing the way I position my two play dolls during a pretend wedding ceremony.

I quickly turn the shade of freshly baked cherry pies and I tear my hands out of his hold.

“Donghyuck-ah! How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?” I huff, crossing my arms. 

He snickers, “Hmmm… maybe one hundred more times.”

“One hundred more times?!”

“Yes, if you can even count that high,” he smirks, instantly easing the tension from earlier. He plops down onto my stool and looks up at me. “So what are we playing today? Or should we read? Or does Baker Grandma need help?”

I aimlessly kick the leg of the stool, thinking about what we could do today as I can see him anxiously bounce around in his seat. He looks like he’s running on limited time today. Sometimes Donghyuck disappears on me in the middle of our hangouts or doesn’t show up at all. I just assume his parents need help with their tasks just like how Grandma often calls me to help her bake. He’s never told me where in the palace they work despite the years we’ve been hanging out. 

“What if we help your parents today?” The minute the question leaves my lips, I hear a snort from the kitchen staff and Donghyuck goes into a coughing fit as if the flour seeped into his lungs.

I begin to feel myself turn red again and wondering what was so wrong till I feel a familiar warm hand on my shoulder.

“Ah Donghyuck, you’re here today?” My grandma looks at his attire with a suspicious gaze. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Her hands are on her hips and it feels similar to the times she’s caught me using the oven on my own.

Donghyuck starts shyly giggling while fiddling with the oversized apron my grandma is reaching to remove. I stand there in confusion as he looks like a puppy that was told he wasn’t allowed to play or have a treat. I want to help him but the look on grandma’s face is too scary to fight.

She’s slowly ushering him out the door and I’m holding his apron in my hands, watching him pout.

“Bye Hyuck,” I mutter, sad that our day was cut short before it even began. This was the quickest that one has ended.

“Byeee Princess,” He says with as much despair in his voice. He always has to be a little more dramatic than me. I giggle and wave him goodbye, spirits lifted by his antics. I see a smile grow on his face at the sound of my laugh before my grandma closes the door.

My loneliness returns as I stare at the wooden panels of the side door. 

“Did he have to go?” I ask, slumping back onto the stool he was just on.

My grandma turns to me with a quizzical look. I can’t tell if she’s angry, sad, or disappointed and then she’s crouched down in front of me. Her flour-coated hands are resting on my lap.

“Donghyuck got called by his parents. They’re very important people,” She starts slowly. Grandma has never talked about Donghyuck’s family or personal life before. It was never brought up in the past because I assumed he was just like me. Now that we’re finally beginning to talk about it, the hesitant look on her face makes me not want to know anymore. 

“Guards?,” I ask. To me, Doyun is the most important worker in the castle as he freely lets me in and out. Maybe guards earn enough to adorn such fancy clothes I saw Donghyuck wear.

“No, honey,” She glances back at her staff, and I notice they’ve been watching. They give me a reassuring smile, but there’s uneasiness quivering on their lips.

“Donghyuck… Donghyuck is the Prince.”

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They found him. Donghyuck’s personal guards find him where they usually do when he escapes his tasks, and that would be at the palace kitchen. This time, they find him outside the door, rather than inside scarfing down mango tarts. 

Without any hesitation and with no room for him to trick them and run, they grab the tiny prince and bring him to the meeting he was meant to attend with the King. It was meant to be the first glimpse of his life as a future ruler, attending meetings with fellow diplomats and other boring princely things. Donghyuck does not understand why he can’t spend his day playing like a regular 7-year-old with his pretty friend from the kitchen. 

Despite having complained and whined his way out of most duties, Donghyuck had reached the level of maturity to know that this one he couldn’t fight. I mean, the tailor adjusted his royal attire just for this one-hour meeting. After having come to terms with sitting in boredom for an hour, Donghyuck did not expect to be dragged into more as he was about to skip his way over to the kitchen once the diplomats left.

“And where are you off to now, Donghyuck?”

He freezes in his tracks and a shiver ripples down his spine at the sound of her voice. He’s been caught again.

He spins around, plastering the biggest smile possible on his face. “Nowhere, Mother. Just strolling around until my tutoring session.” He hopes she doesn’t recognize this path to the kitchen.

“And is your tutoring session located in the kitchen today?” She asks, words dripping with a patronizing attitude. Nothing Donghyuck isn’t used to.

“Oh! I wanted to see if I could get a quick snack before. My brain needs food, right?” He hides his crossed fingers behind his back, praying she doesn’t call his bluff.

“And you’re not just going there to see that girl, are you?” She takes a step closer and Donghyuck is scared she can see the drip of sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead. How did she know about Princess? He wonders if his guard ratted him out… even after Donghyuck gave him half of his tart. The betrayal, he scoffs. 

“There’s no girl, Mother.” Donghyuck decides it's best to deny it and stare straight at his feet. 

“You are correct, there will never be a girl. Instead, there will be a future queen. A princess for now and you need to begin meeting our potential suitresses,” The queen firmly states, grabbing his shoulders to steer him towards the library. Before he could stop himself, his chest bubbles with heat, and his brain is fogged with confusion. He can’t imagine anyone by his side but her.

“Why can’t she be my princess?”

The words spill out from his royal lips before he could catch them. There’s no missing the instant look of rage and disgust on the Queen’s face when her son’s true desires are revealed. Desires of the heart, but a complete disgrace to his duties as the Prince. Her eyes grow colder and her skin pales till her blush is the brightest hue on her cheeks. 

Donghyuck feels his throat go dry and the crossed fingers behind his back unlock. No luck can help him now.

“No more kitchen visits, Prince Donghyuck.”

The queen’s words are final. His shoulders slump lower and his feet are heavy as he drags them across the cobblestone trailing toward the library. It feels like there was a wall that slammed into the ground behind him, forbidding him from seeing her again.

“Yes, ma’am. No more.”

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^ FIFTEEN YEARS LATER ^

The only memory of my childhood that lingered was the heat of the oven. Like I did every day at the age of 7, I continued to bake to keep that fire alive. There were days where the warmth was cooler than normal and my urge to bake waivered. Days like when my grandma stopped showing up outside my house every day a half hour after sunrise. Days like when my mother decided I was too much to raise when I stopped spending my time at the palace. And days like the one when I moved out of the city to live with my dad. 

However, there were also days where the flame was ablaze. Days like when I got my own personal baking set. Days like when I got accepted into a baking school. And days like today, where I return to the city that pushed me out fifteen years ago to open a bakery. Despite the dismal circumstances of the day I left, I always felt the urge to return. It never felt right that I moved in the first place. Confusion still envelops my mind when I think about how my grandma stopped taking me to the palace for unsaid reasons and how my mother was incapable of taking care of me due to it. There had to be something more going on. 

Outside of this mystery of my childhood, my main goal was to return with my own bakery specializing in my soon-to-be infamous mango tarts. I had visited the city for the first time since my move before to scope out bakery locations. But today was the day that I officially move in, to both my home and bakery, and kickstart my business. My first task was to put up a sign displaying the bakery’s name.

“Oh my goodness… so it is true!”

Warmth blooms in my chest; I would recognize that voice anywhere. I flip around and I’m greeted with her same sugary sweet smile. My grandma looks just as she did before but her hair is dusted white like the flour she worked with. But she still smelled like spiced apple pie, my eyes watered in disbelief. 

“Grandma!” I ran into her open arms and I could feel her chuckle. 

“Oh honey, it’s been much too long. Look at you now… a beautiful woman before my eyes,” She’s smiling widely and I can see her eyes take in my features. Fifteen years worth of change and growth. 

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in contact much. I could barely find the time to tell you I was coming back.”

“It’s alright. All that matters is you’re here,” Grandma rubs my arms reassuringly. “And are you here alone? Or have you moved back with a lover?” The childish gleam on her face makes me giggle and I quickly correct her that I’m single and focusing on my baking.

“Ah, I see. In that case, you must have more time than I anticipated. You must come with me to work one of these days. Just like old times. Consider it research for your bakery.” The way she sways with excitement makes it hard for me to turn it down, and I can’t deny the flutter in my heart at the idea of stepping foot onto the palace grounds again. It was where it all started for me. I agreed with a smile.

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After a week of prepping the bakery, I decided to visit my grandma. To be completely honest, outside of the work I had to do, my nerves did play a role in keeping me from going earlier. But now that I’ve decided I’ve run out of excuses, I’m walking to the servant entrance of the palace a little before noon to give my grandmother the morning to solely focus on work. It makes me smile knowing I still remember the schedule of the palace kitchen. 

The streets surrounding the castle are quiet at this hour. I can still remember the hustle and commotion of the staff in the early morning, lining up to get inside to start their days. It was never daunting to be a young girl surrounded by a diverse array of people. It was thrilling and almost comforting and it was much better than staying home alone. 

When I reach the gates, I feel like I’ve traveled back in time because blocking my path is a young guard who looks eerily like Doyun, the guard I knew from before.

“How can I help you, miss?”

“Hi.” I’m inspecting his face. He has the same colored hair, but it’s parted differently. He has the same warm light brown eyes and his face is a little softer than Doyun’s. My mind can’t help but ask, “I’m sorry if this is a strange question but do you know Guard Doyun?”

His stiff demeanor drops like a curtain and the young guard’s eyes light up, “I’m his son, Yunseo! How do you know my father?” Suddenly I don’t see a guard in uniform, but instead a bright, inviting individual in his place.

“No wonder! I’m the granddaughter of the head baker. I used to greet your father every morning when I was a child.” 

“Oh yes! Yes, she told me you were coming. You can go right along in, just make sure she knows to sneak me an extra sweet treat.” He opens the gates for me.

“Ah like father, like son,” I giggle, slightly bowing to him as I enter.

“Do you remember how to get to the kitchen?”

I stare at the familiar worn cobblestone paths and nod, “I think so.”

The walk to the kitchen is shorter than I remember but the smell wafting from the windows is all the same. I reach the side door and I’m about to knock when I notice it’s creaked slightly open. I hear a voice above all the kitchen noise.

“Gran, please sneak something in my food today so I can get sick and stay in bed for the whole week. I do not want to court these women.” I peek my head in further to take a look at the man speaking. I let out a soft gasp when my eyes land on him.

Outside of his stunning beauty, he looks familiar. His tufts of chestnut brown hair are slightly waved as they curl around the nape of his neck. He often shakes his head to get the bangs out of his face, exposing his tan skin. If I look close enough, he has distinguishable moles on the plush curves of his cheeks. His rosy lips are wrapped around a piece of pastry and even when he’s talking with his mouth full, he’s still attractive. My eyes instantly widen when I notice his outfit: the royal attire.

A squeal escapes my mouth and before I could hide, the door is swung open by my grandma.

“You’re here!”

At the announcement of my arrival, the young man is dusting the crumbs off his hands, and looks like he’s about to make a quick escape. 

“Hi Grandma,” I give her a hug, not minding the flour sticking to my sweater. “I was just about to knock.” I let out a small laugh to hide the fact that I was definitely eavesdropping not moments ago.

“Grandma?” I hear the man say behind her. He decided to stay after realizing it wasn’t one of his guards coming to get him, but instead a pretty woman. An oddly, familiar, pretty woman. 

My grandma bites her lip to keep from smiling any bigger and she grabs my arm to present me to the man.

“Oh my. I forgot you guys know each other! It’s Donghyuck, do you remember, honey? You used to play with him every day as I worked.” The glint in her eyes is something more than just happy nostalgia and I give her a look.

“Pri-... Princess?” When the old nickname leaves his lips, I gasp and feel my cheeks bloom pink. The layers of the handsome man in front of me started to peel and I could see the little boy I spent my early life with. Most of my warmest days were spent with him. But I’m also brought back to one of the colder days of my childhood. The day I found out my childhood best friend was the Prince. 

At first, I didn’t understand why my grandma was so fearful of telling me who he really was. I was ecstatic to hear that Donghyuck was royalty. I was fascinated and curious to see what his life was like and how it compared to being the granddaughter of a palace worker. I soon learned that what I wanted to discover was not so glamorous. Because apparently, his life excluded me. I didn’t piece that together until a few years after my move. Why else did Donghyuck stop showing up and why else was I forbade from going to the palace with my grandma? When I came to the realization, I began to resent him and eventually, completely forgot about him.

“Prince Donghyuck,” I bowed, trying not to show any expression. He had his arm slightly raised like he was about to reach for me but his body stiffened at my curtness. My grandma even looks at me with confusion. “It’s… It’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh, there’s no need to be so polite. You guys were friends!” My grandma squeezes my arms, urging me to get closer. I stay in my place.

“He’s the Prince, Grandma,” I whisper through my teeth and I can tell he hears me by the dejected look on his face. I can’t get myself to look him in the eyes.

“It’s quite alright. I actually have to get going. Prin-... Sorry, It was lovely to see you,” The Prince ducks his head and leaves the way I came in. He looks back at my figure once more, thoughts churning, before he disappears.

My feet remain still and I’m staring at the place he stood. Staring at the pastry he bit into. He’s real and he’s back. And the door he walked through was the same one he used to leave me 15 years ago. The alarms rang in my brain and I quickly shook my head, grabbing a bowl and mixing whatever contents are in it. The faster I stirred, the more I begged my mind to stop thinking about Donghyuck.

“You’re overwhipping the cream.”

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On every page he turned to, the words blurred and all Donghyuck could see was her. She was more beautiful than he remembered. She’s much taller now, and he naturally smiles remembering when she used to argue that he was only taller than her by a centimeter. Her hair was also longer and not bound in her classic two braids. Though he didn’t get to see her smile, he was sure that it’s brighter than before. After all, everything about her seemed to have grown more beautiful than before. Donghyuck wonders if he should be calling her “Queen” now with how wonderfully she’s aged. 

A delicate tap on his shoulder forces Donghyuck out of his lovestruck haze. “Prince Donghyuck, are you enjoying your book?”

He remembers that he’s in the library with one of his potential suitresses. He turns to her and almost wants to laugh. For the years that his childhood friend has been gone, it was the memory of her that invaded his mind whenever he was forced to go on these dates. But now that Donghyuck has seen her again in the flesh, he realizes how doomed he is and how these other princesses definitely don’t stand a chance.

During the fifteen years apart, Donghyuck’s gloom exacerbated the Queen’s determination to find him a future queen. Out of all his regular royal responsibilities, his courtships took the most time. He excels in all areas of his duties, but the one he can’t manage to succeed in is getting a wife. From playdates to formal dates, Donghyuck aged and remained single. And both he and the head baker knew why. 

Despite the Queen’s warnings to never enter the kitchen, Donghyuck found himself there every week whether it was to steal extra mango tarts or ask about the baker’s granddaughter. It was usually after failed dates when he’d trudge into the kitchen, completely drained of energy, and beg the baker to talk to him about his first love. Questions about where she is, how she’s doing, and whether she thinks of him spill from his mouth, and the baker would entertain him every time. Even if he only knew and could only remember the child version of her, Donghyuck still managed to compare her to every suitress he met. None of them stood a chance against his princess. And though with time he could recognize how silly this infatuation had gotten, he grew fatigued of courtship and this was the easiest way to go about it. The grandmother was wary of this long overrun connection as well, but at the same time commended him for his commitment to her granddaughter. She also didn’t have the heart to tell him to move on.

And now Donghyuck’s here, on another date and he actually has an image, a real person, to be thinking of. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t think this is going to work out.”

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“So you are hiding from me?”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” I drop the bowl of frosting at my feet and scramble to pick it up. A pair of far too expensive shoes enter my vision. I shoot up and my heart races, knowing exactly who it is.

“My prince,” I bow, meeting the ground once more. I stand upright and give him a passing smile.

“I like hearing you say that,” The Prince smirks. He swiftly scoops a finger of frosting before popping it in his mouth.

“Formalities,” I respond and I move the bowl out of his reach.

He chuckles and he starts to fiddle with an apron left on the counter.

“So you’ve been visiting at nighttime. Are you actually avoiding me?” He looks at me like he’s challenging me to say no. 

Yes. “No, I just prefer the kitchen at night.” I clutch the frosting bowl tighter and focus my attention on what’s salvageable.

“You mean my kitchen… which you’ve been sneaking into with the help of my guard.” I can feel that he’s moved closer and I wince.

“Yes… I’m sorry. My grandma said it’d be okay and my kitchen at the bakery isn’t finished being built. If you’d like me to stop coming, I can.” I start to untie my apron and his hand catches my wrist.

“No,” He blurts out. “There’s no need. Feel free to use the kitchen.” The Prince raises his hands in the air as if to give me permission. I politely nod and go back to fixing my frosting, ignoring the tingling I feel on my wrist. 

He doesn’t make a move to leave. Instead, he puts on the apron from the counter and leans in to watch.

“Um, what are you doing?” The Prince is tapping the table and humming as he stares at me.

“Hanging out,” He says matter-of-factly. 

“I see,” And that’s all that I can say because who am I to kick the Prince out of his own kitchen? So I just mix and continue doing my thing.

“Just like the old days. You do remember, right?” I make the mistake of looking up and meeting his eyes. He’s looking at me like his question meant more than just a test of my memory.

“Vaguely… It was a long, long time ago.” A time I don’t wish to relive.

There’s a short pause before The Prince replies.

“Well, I remember. I think I’ll always remember. You were my best friend… And those were probably the best days of my life.” He doesn’t look at me when he says this. In fact, he looks nervous to be admitting it in the first place. 

All I can do is nod, not knowing what to say to his confession. Especially when the feeling I get when I look back on those times is not as positive.

“Anyway… I’m planning on recreating those times.” Without thinking, I meet his eyes and he’s smiling hopefully. “So don’t try to hide from me next time. I’ll be here whenever you are. Think of it as your payment for using the kitchen.” 

The uneasiness and warmth in my stomach are hard to decipher. The thought of spending more time with him is thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I try to ease my nerves by mixing even harder and he notices before laughing. 

With my unspoken agreement, we spend the rest of the night in silence, just in each other’s presence. Every now and then he steals a bite of my makings and tries to lighten the air with a poorly made joke. And I don’t hold my laughter back.

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“And then, once the frosting is on, you can add the strawberries.” I demonstrate by putting the nicely sliced strawberries on in a thin layer. 

“When are you going to teach me how to make the mango tart?” The Prince pouts and bites the strawberries instead of putting them on the cake. I scowl and move the bowl away from him. 

“When are you going to stop eating my ingredients?”

He smirks and taps the counter, “When are you going to stop using my kitchen?” He tilts his head to the side to goad me.

I roll my lips into my mouth and stuff another strawberry in his face when he laughs. 

“Eat up,” I say sickeningly sweet.

Completely out of my control, my hangouts with Prince Donghyuck have returned. However, this time, I know he’s the prince and instead of every day in the morning, it’s 2 to 3 times a week at night. My excuse is that my kitchen in the bakery isn’t done being built, but to be completely honest, I could have it done by the end of the week. Maybe it’s because I enjoy my time with the Prince or maybe it’s because I actually do want the extra amenities I asked to be installed last minute… who knows? The end conclusion is that I find myself in the palace’s kitchen more often than I intended, and I find myself enjoying the Prince’s company more than I intended.

“Okay, your highness. Do you think you can stack these layers evenly?” 

He gives me a playful salute, mouth full of cream, as he hops off the kitchen counter. He stands by my side and takes the cake from my hands.

“You know… as much as I like hearing you call me ‘your highness,’ why don’t you ever call me by my name anymore?” 

“Because now I know you’re the Prince.” And I don’t know how it feels to have your name roll off my tongue as it did before, I think to myself.

The Prince lets out a low whistle. “Do you see me differently?” He trains his eyes to the level of the cake to get it precisely right. I watch him from above.

“It’s been fifteen years… so yes, I do see you differently.” I move to mix more frosting to coat the cake with.

“Okay,” He nods, thinking about my response. “So me being the Prince isn’t part of it?” He glances at me quickly with what I can assume is worry before he goes to add another layer of cake.

“Mmm… It is. Not a big part, but definitely a part. I think it’s mainly because you’ve grown up, We’ve both grown up. Maybe me more than you,” I tease. He sticks his tongue out at me and I make a face back. “Example number one.”

He finishes putting on the last layer and stands up straight to admire his work.

“What makes me different than before?” He takes the frosting bowl from my hands and begins icing the cake like I’ve taught him a couple of days ago. I take this as a break and I lift myself up to sit on the counter, dangling my feet.

“You’re taller than me, for one,” he gasps in fake shock and I hit him on the shoulder. 

“You’re dressed nicer.”

“That’s not a compliment for me, that’s a compliment for my stylist,” He corrects me.

“True, okay. You’re smarter than before, I can see you’re not skipping your tutoring sessions. And… you’re not as cute.”

At that, he perks up, frosting is long forgotten. “What do you mean I’m not as cute?” And with the face he’s making, I almost take back my words.

“Well, your highness, you were a boy before. Of course, you’re not cute now. You’re a man.” I roll my eyes as if that were the most obvious thing.

“If I’m not cute, then what am I?” He squints at me and I can tell I’ve fallen into a trap.

“You’re… You’re handsome. Now,” I mutter out. I quickly clear my throat and point to a bald spot on the cake. “Hey, you missed a spot.”

Without even looking at him, I know he’s smiling. “You think I’m handsome.”

“Alright,” I drag out the word. “You’re the Prince. Aren’t you supposed to be handsome so you can woo and marry a pretty princess?”

“Not exactly. Being ridiculously handsome isn’t a royal requirement.”

I let out a scoff, “When did I say ‘ridiculously handsome’?”

“You didn’t have to, I see it on your face.” He taps my cheek and I suddenly notice how close our faces have gotten. Before I know it, my face is blooming pink again and I can feel the warmth shoot from my head to the rest of my body. I launch myself back and adjust my apron. And he stares at me like he’s won.

“Okay, your turn. What’s different about me?” I look around the kitchen to get my heart to settle down. What is happening?

The Prince doesn’t hesitate. “Well, you’re just as beautiful as you were before. Maybe even more.”

I gasp at his words and look him in the eyes. There’s no hint of his typical teasing attitude; he looks completely genuine. My mind goes blank and my ability to respond is rendered useless. He seems to notice that so he brushes off his comment quickly, thinking he’s overstepped.

“Anyways, since we’ve discovered that the only thing that makes me different from before is that I’m exceptionally more handsome-”

“Didn’t say that.”

“-Then why don’t you just call me ‘Donghyuck.’ Like you did before.”

Maybe it’s because he called me beautiful. Maybe it’s because I like the idea of exclusively calling him ‘Donghyuck.’ Or maybe I’m excited to eat the cake we just made, but my heart is fluttering quicker than it ever has.

“Okay. Donghyuck.”

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“FIRE! DONGHYUCK! FIRE, FIRE!”

“OH SHIT!”

Watching the medium sized fire bursting from the top of the pot, I run to the fire extinguisher. I’m scrambling to grab it, swift to squeeze the white dust all over the burning stove, despite the dough covering my hands. I hear Donghyuck’s screams in the back and he’s grabbing my shoulders to hide. Once I see the last flame get coated, I drop the extinguisher on the ground, exhausted.

I feel his hands digging into my shoulder blades and I grab him by the jacket, turning him to face me. Knowing how to cover his ass, he smiles in shame, rubbing my arm.

“I swear I was watching the stove,” He whips out his baby voice and try my best not to smack the side of his head. He’s the Prince. He’s the Prince. He’s the Prince, I repeat to myself. 

“Your looks distracted me.” I slap him anyways.

He groans in pain, even though I could’ve slapped harder and I cross my arms to look as threatening as possible. 

“You burnt the caramel,” I whine, staring at the black tar in my brand new pot. “And my pot!”

He immediately attacks me with a hug, shaking me around, mumbling apologies. “I’ll buy you a new one, I promise! I’ll buy you three! Four? Seven!”

“Make it eight,” I huff, tearing his arms off me, only to weirdly miss them.

He gasps, hands against his head in shock. “You definitely dressed prettier today just so I could set your pot on fire and buy you twenty more… You’re evil,” He looks at me like I’ve masterminded the biggest robbery of the century. 

I narrow my eyes at him, lifting my hand to smack him again. “And you’re on timeout. No more baking today.” I start putting away the dishes I had ready.

“Hey! Who’s older here?” Donghyuck begins helping me sort the supplies into the pantry.

“I’m pretty sure I am,” I say, trying to remember if we told each other our birthdays back then.

“When were you born?”

“May.”

“Shit,” He mutters. He tosses the burnt pot into the trashcan, wincing at the char. “Okay, let’s keep the ball rolling. What’s your favorite color?”

I laugh, “Really? Also should I save this dough for tomorrow when we try again?” I hold it up to show him and inspects it.

“Yeah, why not? Just wear a trashbag or something tomorrow.” I kick him in the foot and he chuckles. “But yes, really. What’s your favorite color? I like red.”

“Purple,” I play along while saran wrapping the dough. “Favorite food?”

“Kimchi jjigae,” he spits out, with no hesitation. I nod along, remembering all the times he’s requested it as a midnight snack while we bake. “What do you like to do besides baking?”

“I like to go on walks. When I moved out of the city and with my dad, we lived near the beach. It was nice to just walk on the shore only five minutes away from me. I miss it sometimes. I should probably visit soon.” I tap the bowl mindlessly, trying to figure out my schedule.

“You should take me,” Donghyuck says. He’s right next to me now. “I always wondered where you went after I stopped seeing you. I assumed you were still in the city, until your grandma told me you moved-moved.”

“Ohh, no, yeah. I moved. It was hard leaving everything I knew, but at the same time, I learned so much when I was there with my dad. Come with me next time, and we can hangout on the beach. Nothing should be too flammable there.” I tease, bumping his hip with mine. He laughs with me, but I can tell his mind is somewhere else. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks almost guilty.

“You know, when I found out you were the Prince, I wrote down a list of questions. I was so excited to see what your life is like.” 

This grabbed his attention and my heart eased seeing his eyes light up a little more. The kitchen was relatively clean now, so I decided to prop myself up on the counter. Donghyuck always gets mad at the sudden height difference, but I can tell he loves it when he naturally wedges himself between my thighs like he does right now.

“Yeah? Do you remember any?” His hands were pinned on either side of my hips, forearms pressed against my outer thighs. It’s comfortable. I’m not sure when we got so comfortable. “This is kind of like ‘Princess and The Pauper.’”

I snort trying to remember my list. “I think I wanted to know how many crowns you had.”

“Classic question. I’m pretty sure I have three. My head’s kinda small, so it actually takes awhile for them to make it.”

I hum, investigating his head. “I can tell.”

“Mean.” He lightly pinches my thigh and I stop staring at his skull.

“I also wanted to know if you had any royal pets.”

“A cute, small, white dog. Yep.” He nods, like he’s impressed with himself for having such a basic dog and I have to laugh. 

“Any cool cars?”

“Tons,” He brags. “Okay, what does ‘Adult You’ want to know?”

There’s always been a question I wanted to ask him since I started hanging out with him again. It nagged in the back of my mind as I watched him, always happy, always cheering everyone on. Despite his bright facial expressions and body language, I could tell it was tiring, it must be. I never imagined the royal life to be hard, or as hard as my own, until I met him again.

I look at his face, checking for any signs that I shouldn’t be asking him. But he looks at me with such softness and openness, that I don’t hesitate to ask.

“Are you happy? Like… do you like being the Prince?”

His eyes widened at my question and he looks down at my lap to think. He takes longer than I expect, and I assume no one has ever bothered to ask. His silence is telling.

“Hey…,” I reach for his face to lift his chin up. “It’s okay to say you’re not. You don’t have to be all the time.”

He flinches like this was a concept he couldn’t accept for himself. I grab his face a little tighter so he really hears me.

“As long as you’re at least looking for your happiness, that’s all that matters,” I stroke his cheek with my thumb. “You deserve all the happiness, Hyuck.”

I can see his mind slowly wrapping around my words as something in his face shifts. He looks hesitant for a different reason.

“And what if I find my happiness in you?” I gasp, instinctively letting go of his face slightly. He’s fast to bring his hand up to keep mine there. His fingers slot between my gaps. He looks desperate to keep me here.

Knowing my words hold immense weight, I still don’t stop myself from saying, “Then I’ll be that for you, in whatever way I can.”

Despite me being vague, Donghyuck takes all that he can. His face blooms into a smile and I return it, knowing it was cause of me. He holds my hand this time and brings it down to my lap, sighing happily.

“Thank you.”

And for a split second, I’m scared for what I’ve promised. After all, he’s the prince and I’m the pauper.

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♔

Donghyuck is the happiest he has ever been. Unlike how it was when he was a kid, he’s attending his classes, his meetings, and even having lunches with the princesses the Queen sends over. However, he can’t promise that these dates are leading up to a potential marriage. He’s doing just enough so that his mother doesn’t get suspicious. Best of all, for most nights, he gets to sneak into the kitchen and talk, bake, and laugh for hours.

The secret hangouts are going amazingly. He can tell she’s warming up to him as she did back then or maybe it’s just the fire from the oven heating up the place. Last week, the kitchen at her new bakery finally finished being built and he knows this because he hired his staff to make sure the job was done well without telling her. That day he expected her to come in and tell him that she had to stop seeing him, but she still showed up like clockwork – two to three times a week. 

Next week, her bakery is set to have its grand opening and Donghyuck hopes this isn’t what actually stops her from coming to see him. He’s even practiced his baking skills on his own and eaten less of the fruit while they’re together in hopes it doesn’t make her want to leave again. And so for the following week, Donghyuck is treading carefully.

“Do you need help with that, Princess?”

“Should I preheat the oven for you?”

“Here, let me tie your apron.”

“I’ll carry that for you.”

All of these mini acts of chivalry are met with a suspicious gaze and a light dusting of red on her cheeks. Donghyuck feels a sense of achievement whenever she accepts his help. And this all leads up to the night before her grand opening.

Donghyuck is lighting the last candle when the sound of keys unlocking the side kitchen door is heard. He quickly blows out the match before scurrying behind the table to greet her with a “Surprise!”

“Donghyuck! Don’t do that! God, I thought I was caught for sneaking in.”

He rolls his eyes at her lackluster reaction and reorients himself. 

“I said… Surprise!” He dramatically waves his arms around to show all the work he put into decorating the kitchen. She finally notices her surroundings and her eyes light up. Donghyuck can feel his heart soften, compared to how it was racing earlier trying to set all of this up without his staff.

“What… what is all of this?” Her hands are covering her mouth in disbelief. There are streamers and fairy lights gracing the walls and candles are littered all around the room. Donghyuck is standing in the center with a single cupcake in his hands.

“Congrats. I heard from the grapevine that your bakery opens tomorrow.” She laughs at his theatrics and sets her bag down to look at the cupcake he’s made. In messy red font, the top of the treat reads the name of her bakery. She almost wants to tear up.

“Only one? Are we sharing?” She takes the cupcake from his hands and he tries not to think too hard about her fingers touching his.

“Well, I made that myself, and I personally don’t trust that I didn’t mess up the recipe in some way. So if anyone’s getting food poisoning tonight, it’d be you.” He taps her nose. “Eat up!”

At that, her jaw drops and she keeps the cupcake at a distance as if it’s some nuclear substance.

“Do you secretly want me dead?” She laughs.

“Hey, when it comes down to a royal and a baker. The baker’s going.” Donghyuck mimics his throat being slit and bites his lip to stop himself from smiling too hard. He loves to mess with her.

“You are the worst. Way to look out for your people, your highness.” She begins to unwrap the cupcake, taking a sniff out of precaution.

“‘Your Highness’? Aw, Princess, don’t be like that.” He moves closer to her and she shifts back, tutting.

“Nope. As a baker under your kingdom, I will gladly sacrifice myself by eating this cupcake. Alone.” She dramatically curtsies before going in for a hesitant bite.

Donghyuck swiftly beats her to it and takes a large bite out of the other end as her lips touch the cupcake. Her eyes widen in shock and he sends her a wink before brushing the crumbs off his mouth.

“Now you can’t tell me I don’t care about my people,” He says while chewing the weird texture of his creation. Donghyuck smirks at the deer-in-headlights reaction she has on her face. 

She gulps, shaking her head so that her hair hides her blush. She sets the cupcake down, not wanting a reminder of how close his face just was.

“Well, it’s edible,” She jokes. Donghyuck’s tongue prods the inside of his mouth as he takes in what was supposedly a compliment.

“Says the one who took the smallest bite known to man,” He accuses, pointing at the cupcake.

“How was I supposed to take a bigger one when you practically shoved your face into it and devoured half?” Once again, she’s reminded of what just transpired and feels her cheeks growing warm.

“Ooo, did I make you flustered? Scared your lips were about to touch mine?” Donghyuck takes a step closer and brushes a nonexistent crumb off her lip with his thumb. He hopes she doesn’t feel his heart pounding like fireworks.

Like she can sense his fake confidence, she grabs his wrist. “Is that what you were thinking about when you took a bite? Kissing me?” She tilts her head to the side and his whole body buzzes.

Before he could crumble even further, he tears his hand out of hers. “Please. Like I’d let anyone touch these royal lips.” He turns around to calm himself down and pretends to busy himself with something on the fridge.

He hears her laugh behind him. “I bet they’re not as sweet as a baker’s.”

He turns around and narrows his eyes at her. “How did this grand opening celebration turn into you messing with me?” Accepting defeat, he resorts to fake anger and his signature pout.

“You started it,” She playfully rolled her eyes. “Anyways…”

With the softest smile, she says, “Thank you, Hyuck. I really appreciate you.”

He returns it, “Always.”

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and playful bickering as the two avoid finishing the mysteriously textured cupcake. Donghyuck makes multiple attempts to pit the blame on her as the teacher, and the soon-to-be bakery owner fails to leave and sleep early at the expense of the Prince’s whines. To be honest, the lack of sleep was worth it if she got to spend more time with him.

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Now that the bakery is well past its grand opening and flourishing greatly, I’ve gotten my days back. My employees are well-trained and seasoned and I feel comfortable taking days off when I need to. Oddly, my new opened-up schedule was somehow sensed by Donghyuck and I was invited to the palace during the daytime for the first time ever. I was nervous at first to be sneaking in in broad daylight, but he assured me that if I followed the steps he gave me exactly, I’d be fine – not that reassuring. 

As written in his note, I greeted Yunseo, the guard, as usual, and he gave me weird looks, going back and forth between the sun and my face.

“You know the sun is out, right?” He asked, still looking at me funny.

I gave him the most incredulous look. “You’re joking? It’s not nighttime?” I made an effort to crazily look around and he sighed.

“Alright, alright, I get it,” He shook his head. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d switch things up,” I shrugged, not wanting to reveal who I was meeting.

Yunseo nodded, “Fair… okay, be careful, okay? The palace feels a little frantic today.” With that, he opened the gates for me and I gave him a smile.

“You’re the best. Make sure to stop by sometime this week, I have pastries for you.” I waved goodbye as he promised to come. 

Following Donghyuck’s poorly drawn-out map, I realized our meeting point isn’t the kitchen and that he’s taking me on an obscure path that the Queen and King definitely are not aware exists. As I walk through centuries-old, dimly lit stone walls, I think about how many times Donghyuck has used these secret passageways and if little Donghyuck used these when he snuck out to see me, 15 years ago. I can imagine 7-year-old Donghyuck discovering these routes within the castle’s walls.

“Stop right there!” A voice echoes through the abandoned hallway.

My heart spazzes and as loud as my brain is yelling at me to run, my feet don’t budge. I curse under my breath and crumple Donghyuck’s map in my hands, remembering to kill him unless I die right here. And if I do happen to die here, then I have to make sure I return as a ghost, haunting that man for life. I turn around slowly, eyes half closed, to see who’s behind me, but there’s no one there. There’s no one in the passageway at all. I whip around a few more times to confirm and I notice a crack in the wall to my right. It’s a peephole overlooking the actual palace hallways.

Out of curiosity, I look through and I see the Queen, face as red as the beautiful gown she adorns.

“Prince Lee Donghyuck,” his name is spat out like bile. “You will follow my orders.”

Coming into view, I see Donghyuck. He and the Queen are in the middle of a heated argument. His head is hung low and I can see him playing with his sleeves like he does when he gets anxious. I wish to reach for him, but then I remember the wall separating us.

“Your majesty, I… I can’t. I don’t want to,” He hiccups, and if I can’t see the tears on his face, I can hear them. “I never did.”

The space in my chest feels as tight and narrow as the walkway I’m in and I want to look away, but I can’t.

“It doesn’t matter what you want. You are the Prince and you are expected to marry a Princess. How dare you fool me for all these years?” As the Queen, she still carries her natural elegance, but her words burn like acid. She’s speaking to him at a normal volume, but her tone pierces your ears. 

“I-I didn’t mean to fool you. I tried my best, but I don’t love them. I don’t love the suitresses you send. And I need you to understand that I never will.” Donghyuck finally looks up and I can see the desperation in his eyes from where I stand. 

“Love?,” The Queen laughs bitterly. “I don’t need you to love them. You just need to marry one. As the Prince, what makes you think you have the privilege of being in love? Not when you have a country to rule.” There’s less anger in her words and more disappointment. 

Donghyuck winces, looking like he’s fighting back what he wants to say. His bottom lip is trembling and the grip he has on his sleeves is tight. His whole body practically shakes. Eventually, he lets go.

“If I’m not meant to love someone, then explain to me why I already do. Explain to me why I love her? Explain to me why I can’t have her?!” 

Tears are rolling down his cheeks like heavy rainfall. “I never asked for this!” He screams, and I wonder to which he’s referring to. 

My body is sweaty like I ran a mile and I feel like my breathing can be heard through the wall. He never mentions my name, but I know, I can feel, that he’s talking about me. My whole body is buzzing and I don’t know whether to feel ecstatic or sad. Despite my confusion, one feeling is clear: fear. Before I can hear what the Queen has to say, I run. 

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♔

“Oh God. Sorry, I was supposed to get here before you. I was supposed to be part of the surprise,” He smiles meekly, praying the puffiness from crying doesn’t make him look strange. He accidentally sniffles and hopes she blames it on the flowers and his chronic allergies.

She’s sitting in the garden chair next to the tea table Donghyuck had set up an hour ago. He scoped out a secluded spot in the royal garden and slowly put everything together. He moves to sit down across from her and she’s staring intently at the cup in front of her. 

“I asked Gran what your favorite tea is and brewed some for us. I know I don’t have your baking skills, but if we get hungry, we can sneak back to the kitchen,” he playfully winks, trying to hide the fact that he was in the worst state five minutes ago. Although he can’t bake, he can definitely make a good batch of tea. He hopes it hasn’t gone cold. 

He waits for a response, but she’s still frozen, chewing the inside of her cheek. Maybe he’s still on edge from his argument with the Queen, but she doesn’t look happy. This is definitely not the reaction he was expecting.

“Do you wanna try the tea? I bet it’ll amaze you so much, you’ll beg me for the recipe,” he teases. The teapot hovers over her cup, but she makes no move to accept it.

“Okay, no tea. That’s fine,” Donghyuck chooses to laugh it off. “Do you wanna walk around? Most of the garden is secluded so we don’t have to worry about someone catching us.”

“Would that be so bad?” The first words she whispers strike him with confusion. Her voice is dry like she just strained it.

“Huh?” He tilts his head, scooting his chair in closer to hear her.

“Would that be so bad?” She says, unable to bate her anger. “Being caught with me? Would his royal highness hate being found walking with me?”

“Hey,” Donghyuck grabs her hand from her lap, interlocking his fingers. “What’s going on?” She tears her hand out from his hold like it stung and he feels like he’s making mistake after mistake.

“I-I’m sorry, is this too much? I wanted to do something nice for our first date outside of the kitchen. Was this a mistake?” He starts to stack the plates, quickly discarding his work. “I usually don’t plan these myself, so I’m sorry if this is bad. I-”

Donghyuck sees her wince in his peripheral and feels her hand on his wrist as he’s about to haphazardly dump the tea in the bushes. Her hands are cold today.

“Date?” The word leaves her mouth as if it made her sick.

The alarms go off in Donghyuck’s mind. “Date? Did I say date? Sorry, I actually mean-”

“Donghyuck,” she cuts him off. He can see her harshly swallow. “Why are you doing this?”

He blinks. “I… I wanted to do something nice for us. It doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Donghyuck can feel himself beginning to ramble.

“No. Why have you been hanging out with me? If it’s because you feel guilty about ditching me all those years ago, forget about it. I don’t care anymore.” She looks at him with so much intensity, not only trying to convince him, but convince herself that none of this matters.

“Princess, please. No, it’s not out of pity. You know that.” He shakes his head almost violently, begging her to believe his honest intentions. He was shocked he had to convince her in the first place, always assuming she knew his heart better than him.

Completely ignoring him, she continues, “And why aren’t you married yet?”

“W-what?” Similar to whiplash, Donghyuck feels like his brain has just been jostled. Are his ears tricking him and forcing him to relive the traumatic conversation he just had with his mother? Why is this topic being brought up?

“You’re the Prince,” she says like it’s an unwavering fact. “You’re meeting with princesses weekly. You’re meant to rule side by side as King and Queen. Why… why aren’t you married yet?” She asks and her eyes are ice cold like her hands. 

She too closely resembles the older woman who was just yelling at him moments ago. The casing around his heart begins to harden and the feeling he gets from the girl in front of him is now anger. The same bitter taste returns in his mouth.

“Are you serious?” He looks at her and the Donghyuck she knows has washed away. Betrayal, rage, and sorrow are painted across his face. It was like she was looking through the peephole again.

“Don’t ask stupid questions you know the answers to,” he mutters, words barely making it past his tight lips. He’s breathing much harder than before.

“Answer me. Why. Aren’t. You. Married.” Her hands are gripping the edge of her knees to stop them from shaking. 

Donghyuck stares at her for a long time, eyes flittering over every facial feature, confirming that she actually wants to hear the answer. Her face is firm and her question is set. He takes a deep, pained breath and leans back slightly.

“It’s because I love you.” Not like the confession he imagined in his head, Donghyuck reveals his long-term feelings like this was their end and not their new beginning. The period at the end of a sentence. The last page of a hardcover book. The last second on a timer.

She simply nods, stiff in the neck. She excuses herself before standing up, bowing, and walking away.

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“That’ll be $6.06. Would you like your receipt?”

The cash register dings with another purchase and I slump back in my chair as the customer leaves. It was a slow and agonizing shift with only two more hours till closing. It’s also been a slow and agonizing two weeks. 

I’m haunted by what went down at the royal garden almost every hour of the day. At first, I was using every chance I could get to skip work and wallow at home. But suddenly the plants in my room reminded me of him and the teacups in my cabinets smelled like the tea he prepared for us. So for the second week, I decided to dedicate myself to work. I’ve been coming in every single day and overworking myself to the point where my employees don’t know what to do but stand around. I debate whether or not to let them leave early when a familiar head of brown hair walks in. My heart picks up its pace and it’s like the teacups all over again.

“Donghyu- oh. Hi, welcome!” I smile wide, trying to hide the previous disappointment drawn on my face. The customer gives me an awkward smile back and begins browsing the pastry racks as I mentally slap myself.

I slump down to the floor behind the counter and silently groan in my hands. Why does every male brunette customer these past two weeks remind me of him? And why are there so many of them? Like every other time I’ve confused a customer with Donghyuck, the guilt begins to creep back into my system and I get flashbacks of our last conversation. 

“Why aren’t you married?,” I mock my own voice. “Are you stupid?” I repeatedly hit my palms against my head when I hear a ding from the counter bell. I quickly shoot up and brush the bangs out of my face, hoping the customer thinks I’m at least slightly normal.

“Hi, how can I hel- Grandma!” On instinct, I glance behind her, foolishly hoping he’s hiding behind her tiny frame, and my shoulders slump when I’m met with no one. So now I’m really imagining him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, composing myself.

“Just checking in on you. I notice you haven’t been coming to the kitchen because when I come in in the mornings, my counter is actually clean,” she jokes. I smile sheepishly and nervously adjust the apron string around my neck. 

“Sorry, it’s usually Donghyuck’s fault,” I quickly clear my throat, answering a little too fast. “The Prince, I mean.”

Grandma’s eyebrows shoot up at the mention of his name and she looks down at her feet, suddenly fidgety. I notice her change in demeanor instantly. 

“Speaking of him…”

“We don’t need to,” I cut her off. “Speak about him, I mean.” I wince at how suspicious my words sound.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I’m just curious… if anything happened between you two.” She whispers the last part, looking back at the customer to make sure he can’t hear. She clears her throat and steps behind the counter with me, naturally rearranging the bread in the display case. She busies herself while encouraging me to speak.

I gnaw on my lip, tapping the counter, debating if I should finally talk it out with someone. I’ve only been talking to my employees about bread starters and yeast.

“We fought.” I admit.

“About?” Grandma loads the case with more bread. I start passing them to her one by one. 

“He told me… he told me he loved me.” I press my lips together and I hear her head hit the top of the display case and the bread hit the floor. “Grandma! Are you okay?”

I crouch down, grabbing the top of her head to inspect, and she’s giving me the most incredulous look.

“He told you he loved you?!” She squealed at an embarrassingly non-discrete volume, making the customer drop the pastry in his hands. He’s looking around, frazzled, and I can see him debate whether or not he should pick it back up.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll clean it up!” I screamed from behind the counter. 

“Grandma, keep it down,” I curse through my teeth.

She’s rubbing her head and shaking it in either pain or confusion.

“I know, I know. A Prince saying he’s in love with the baker’s granddaughter is farfetched and unrealistic. I get it.” It’s what has been circling through my brain every day.

“That’s not what I’m confused about, dear.” She looks like she’s debating what to say next. “Did you not hear?”

“Hear what?” At the end of my question, and like a universal sign, the door jingles and the mailman is rushing in, hair swept back by the wind. 

“Sorry! I forgot to drop this off this morning. It’s urgent mail.” He salutes and is out the door as quickly as he enters. 

On the counter is a letter with the royal stamp. My stomach feels queasy assuming this is the first contact I’ve had from Donghyuck since our fight, but I can’t help the naive smile that breaks out on my face. I rush to open it, not worrying about the papercuts. Every doubt that was just in my head disappeared and my grandma interjects, hoping to bring me back down from my high.

“Sweetie, wait. I need to tell you that-”

To the owner of Princess Bakery,

Prince Lee Donghyuck will be celebrating his union with Princess Nam Soohae on 26 May, 2023 at the royal garden grounds. The royal family requests a wedding cake to be made with your expertise and culinary skills. 

Please accept this royal assignment with details soon to come.

Signed,

The Lees

The words on the page silenced me and my thoughts, my breaths barely leaving my lips. My eyes kept darting across the paper; the calligraphed words are being repeated over and over again in my brain. 

Prince Lee Donghyuck.

His union.

Wedding cake.

Realization finally dawns that this isn’t the love letter or apology I was expecting from Prince Donghyuck. A breath finally escapes and it’s shaky as it wavers in the air like an offkey music note. A heart-stopping pain envelopes my chest and it seizes up to my eyes. The whites of the paper burn my irises. I catch a teardrop splattering onto the parchment. I’m haunted with images of Donghyuck at the altar with someone else. And then I’m thinking about the garden. And us. 

Surprise.

Our first date.

Because I love you.

Because he loves me? Because Prince Lee Donghyuck loves me? Prince Lee Donghyuck who is getting married to an actual princess in a week? Suddenly, it feels like the floor’s unsteady and the oven temperature was turned up to the highest. The letter wrinkles between my fingers and the ink smudges with salty tears. 

This is what I was afraid of. And yet this is what I set myself up for. I knew I should have stopped seeing him. I knew it the moment mango tarts began to remind me of him. The moment my secret ingredient of love found in every bake was powered by him and his place in my heart. Even though I meant to stop this from happening during our talk in the royal garden, that small teaspoon of hope was still sprinkled in my mind. That hope stayed every time I saw a plant, a teacup, or a brunette. But now it’s dissolved.

A new feeling washes over me. One that I haven’t felt once these past two weeks. Not false hope. Not heartbreak. And not regret.

Anger. 

“Don’t blame him.” 

My grandma’s words slice through the red and her hands on my arms attempt to calm me down. I look up through wet lashes, lips trembling.

“Donghyuck… Prince Donghyuck had no say. The royals… they never do.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be my grandma?” I clench my jaw to stop the shaking, slightly regretting my bitter words. 

Her grip is softer. “Oh honey, I am. And that’s why I’m telling you not to waste this energy on being mad at him. What you guys share is beautiful, don’t let this taint it.” She takes the letter out of my hands and physically turns me to face her.

“Shared,” I corrected her.

“Share,” She corrects me. “Your love for each other is seen by everyone. I know it can’t flourish the way love is supposed to, but at least cherish it for what it was.”

Her words reintroduce more feelings. Sorrow. Frustration. 

“I was really hoping this time it works out…” She voices my thoughts.

At this point, I’m hiccupping between breaths, caught between reliving the past and hearing these explanations. The world was never meant to have us together it seems. But at least I was told this time we had an ending.

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The next royal letter came two days after the first, and I was called to spend a week in the royal palace to test out different wedding cakes. I essentially had no choice but to say yes as the royal chauffeurs picked me up every morning to take me there. It felt like those sunrises with my grandma when I was seven but the butterflies in my stomach turned into bees. Unlike the past, I prayed I wouldn’t run into Prince Donghyuck, but with him having requested I make his cake, I’m sure he knows I’m here.

My grandma designated a portion of the kitchen to me as the head baker and it mimicked the old days as much as it could. That was until I got a visitor on the second day.

“Good morning! I’m Princess Nam Soohae.”

My eyes widened and my whisk fell out of my grasp as I took in her presence. She’s beautiful. She’s an actual princess. Her bright, toothy smile would’ve made anyone smitten if it weren’t for the fact that she was about to marry the man I loved. The pretty pink dress she wore was tinted green through my eyes. I shook my head, trying to remind myself of my place. 

“Good morning,” I bowed. “I’m the baker in charge of your wedding cake.” My smile faltered only slightly with the mention of the union.

She giggles and I almost want to laugh with her. “I know that, silly. I was sent by the Queen to sample some. Or should I say my future mother-in-law.” She bites her perfectly manicured nail with excitement.

Soohae leans her hands on the counter and peers at the bowl in my hand.

“Is there any to try right now?” Her head surveys the kitchen like a kid looking for cookies. It’s genuinely hard to dislike her.

“Um, I have a few cakes placed to the side to cool right now. There’s no frosting on it yet, but I’m sure it’d be good to try the base first!” I move to grab one of the trays and she flutters to follow me.

“Ooooh!” She gushes. “I’m so excited to try it. My own wedding cake, can you believe it?”

“No.” I almost drop the cake. “I mean, yes? Sorry. Getting married to the one you love is… it’s a crazy thing.” I cut a piece of cake and place it on a plate for her.

She doesn’t hesitate to take a bite and as she chews, she thinks. 

“I don’t love him yet, to be honest. This cake is really good, by the way.” I start cutting a slice from the other cake to sample. “But I know I will love him eventually. I already get butterflies when I look at him. I trust that he’s the one for me, I mean have you seen him?”

Before I can agree, and thank god she doesn’t give me a second to, she continues, “I know it’s silly for a person in my position to believe in the one. But I really, really do think it could be him. The other day he brought me my favorite flowers, like how did he know?!” She pops a bite of the other cake in and her eyes light up.

“Oh this is the one! Don’t even think about giving me another,” The Princess reaches for another bite and applauds me.

I laugh and make sure to note to go with the lemon base and not the mango one. As my hands are about to toss the mango cake away, my mind stops me and I consider whether Donghyuck would prefer this instead. The clanking of the Princess’s fork on the plate, finishing the lemon cake slice till it’s crumbs, reels me back and I let the cake fall into the garbage. It feels eerily like a metaphor.

For the rest of the week, Princess Soohae visits me and taste tests the frosting, fondant, and other things she wants. With every passing day, I hear more about Haechan and I can feel that her words have turned fonder. Coincidentally, her sweet tooth has gotten worse and the final components of the wedding cake are a complete sugar bomb like her personality.

On my final day, the Queen joins her. The last time I saw her majesty, she was berating the Prince as I secretly watched. It felt like I was in that hidden passageway again as she watches me prepare a slice of the wedding cake for her. My hands shake, placing the plate down in front of her and her gaze is sharp. It’s interesting how harsh her energy is when her facial features are as soft as the Prince’s. She looks like she’s been through a lot and I wonder if Donghyuck will experience the same thing when he fulfills his role as King. Like she can tell I’m thinking about him, The Queen’s eyes narrow. 

“I hope you enjoy,” I bow, and she doesn’t say a word. Princess Soohae on the other hand is completely bubbling over how good it turned out and how her guests are sure to love it too. 

The Queen simply nibbles on a piece and nods along. The black and white vibes almost give me whiplash as I stand there, watching the two of them. A sweat forms on my hairline and I’m internally glad this is my last day. I can’t go through this any longer. 

And like a karmic jinx, the kitchen door opens and a familiar brunette walks in. This time, it is him.

“Oh my! Prince Donghyuck!” Princess Soohae scrambles off her chair and bows both gracefully and clumsily. I bow as well, trying hard to hide the immediate blush on my face I get whenever I see him. I wonder if I can stay bowing so I don’t have to meet his face. The last time we saw each other was when we talked at the royal garden, and as much as I prayed I wouldn’t run into him here, truthfully, a part of me also hoped I would.

As soon as I force myself to stand up straight, we lock eyes and the strain in my chest loosens like a snapped thread. I can feel my lungs fill with air and it’s relieving to see him again after so long. It hurts in the best way as I’m overwhelmed by his presence. That familiar brown waved hair, the sunkissed tan skin, and the plump smiley cheeks. Everything is how I left it but his expression is not one I expected. He’s in complete shock and I don’t know what to do but look around the room to find something that would cause such surprise. I quickly glance at the Queen, and for the first time since she sat down, there’s a small lift in the corner of her mouth. Is she smirking?

“Princess?” He tilts his head, still staring at me before he realizes what he just called me. “Princess! Princess Soohae! I came to get you.” He runs over to grab her hand and the lifted cheekbones on her face tells me she’s grinning. 

“What- uh- what’s going on?” I’m fixated on the way he fiddles with her hand as he looks around the room for answers. 

“Cake testing? How did you forget, silly?” Princess Soohae laughs as she playfully pats his cheeks. Everyone in the room can tell she’s head over heels and my stomach hurts. As I’m clutching my stomach and the Prince stares at me quizzically, there’s one person in the room watching all of this go down.

“She’s the wedding cake baker we outsourced, Prince Donghyuck.” The Queen says calmly, gesturing to me. She tells him like it’s his first time hearing this and I’m taken aback, my movements making the utensils on the table quiver slightly.

“He didn’t know?” My mouth was too quick to voice my thoughts. “His highness, I mean.” I bow in apology.

“No. No, I didn’t.” His hands are at his side now, gripping the fabric of his sleeves. The shock left his face and now he’s staring at me with pity and then silent anger when his head turns towards the Queen. My eyes follow his and she returns his look as if to challenge him to say more. 

Completely obvious to the shift in atmosphere, Princess Soohae raves about the final wedding cake decisions and begs the Prince to try a bite. He turns her down without sparing a glance and asks her to leave with him. He doesn’t give me a second thought as he breaks eye contact with the Queen and drags his future wife away. There’s no stopping the ache that fills my chest again, slow but strong like the rising tide.

“So he still likes you.”

Snapped out of my haze, my ears don’t believe the words I hear coming from the Queen’s lips.

“Pardon?” She’s looking at me now and it’s a mixture of disappointment and disinterest etched on her face. The warmth on her face has depleted. 

“My son. Prince Donghyuck. He still likes you,” she laughs dryly. “After all these years…” 

My eyebrows furrow and I feel myself getting dizzy. Maybe this is all some sort of hallucination and the Queen isn’t talking to me right now. I grip the counter for support, and she doesn’t wait for me to respond.

“You know, I thought I handled the issue 15 years ago when I asked the head baker to stop bringing you here. I was stupid to think it would be that easy when he purposely sabotaged every date I set up for him the years after.”

She’s twirling the fork on the plate now and the scrapes make me flinch. The kitchen no longer feels like a safe space for me right now as her words slowly suffocate me. 

“And when he started to actually go on these dates this year and report back to me that they’re going well? I was foolish to think it was him beginning to try. I saw you one day, back in this kitchen. Back in his life. It all made sense and it made me so angry.” Her hands grip the fork handle. They’re dainty, but if you look close, they’re calloused, indicating years of work. Her face appears the same. If it weren’t for the terrifying state I was in, I would’ve wanted to comfort her. She looks up at me, and I felt tinier than I did before, her eyes piercing into me. 

“Do you not understand the life I’m trying to set up for Donghyuck? He’s the future king. He needs a queen, a real queen to survive in this world. As the queen, I know firsthand what he needs. My king wouldn’t be anywhere without me and his mother who set me up with him. You’re not fit for this role and you never will be.” She finally sets the fork down with a clatter. 

“Listen to me, and let him go. It’s what’s best.” Her threatening nature fades as quickly as it came and she gracefully stands up, brushing the nonexistent debris on her gown. The Queen gives me one final look, waiting for me to bow and essentially agree, before leaving the kitchen. 

The air returns and I grasp my chest to let myself breathe. Tears prick the corner of my eyes as I choke back sobs.

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“Remember, it’s the room on the right hallway. Third door. And if anyone sees you, don’t tell them I sent you. I’ll get in trouble.” My grandma hammers in the details one more time, waiting for me to nod in confirmation.

It’s the end of my final day and she asked me to deliver pastries to a room in the palace before I leave, saying her workload is too large to be going herself. I figured it’s one more thing I could do before I never step foot in the palace again. I almost turned her down earlier in fear of running into the Queen. Just the thought of that happening makes me feel sick, but I know I won’t be seeing her again after this anyways.

I scoff, “So you’d rather I get sent to the guillotine?” I tease her with an exaggerated horrified look. 

She easily flicks my forehead, despite our height difference, and I grab it wincing. “You’re lucky I don’t chop off your head myself with that attitude of yours.” She sneers at me and I giggle.

“Fair…,” I playfully mutter, soothing the area between my brows.

Her directions sent me to a room with beautiful brown double doors. I smile at the two ladies standing outside of it and I’m about to explain why I’m here before they cut me off.

“Pastry delivery for the Prince?” They say in unison.

Like a horror movie, my jaw drops and I lose my instinct to run. One thing I do know is to make sure I yell at my grandma later as I nod and tell them they’re correct. She completely set me up.

On another occasion, I would’ve appreciated the doors to Prince Donghyuck’s bedroom more, but right now, they look like the gates of Hell. I attempt to swallow whatever saliva was left in my suddenly dry mouth as I brushed my hair out of my face. The ladies allow me to knock on the door. My palms are sweaty as I shakily knock on the varnished wood, hearing it echo into the space on the other side. His room must be huge.

No responses are heard. This was my out, but my body was telling me not to leave, even though my mind was screaming to run. Instead of knocking again, I turn the knob and almost wish it wasn’t unlocked, but it was.

There he is on the other side, scribbling at his desk. His back is facing me and I watch the muscles in them move with vigor. I haven’t seen him work this hard since he convinced me to teach him how to make a creme brulée and accidentally made scrambled eggs with the yolks.

I shut the door behind me and hope it catches his attention, but it doesn’t. I gulp, realizing how very real this situation is and I almost want to throw up knowing I have to speak.

“Hyuck.”

I hear him inhale and he spins quickly out of his chair to look at me. Different to how it felt seeing him in the kitchen earlier today, his face is softer, accepting my presence. My heart floats in my chest, wondering why I was so nervous to see him when just the sight of him oozes comfort. He looks at me like he’s feeling the same way. I see the longing in his eyes and the way they warm, I close my own to stop myself from giving in too much.

“Princess.”

His voice is fragile and his choice of words makes me shut my eyes harder, scared that I’d lose all my resilience and run straight into his arms. He doesn’t correct himself this time, and he says it again with more confidence.

I finally peel them open and force myself to act cold. Just an hour ago I was finishing his wedding cake; this fire has to be extinguished.

“Princess Soohae will make a great queen.” I move to set the pastry basket down on a table near me.

“It’s not what you think. I was going to-“ He turns around in a frenzy and grabs the paper he was just writing on. The Prince takes a step closer and it takes all my strength to recoil. It takes all of me not to be swayed by the obvious hurt on his face. This will be good for us, I have to remind myself.

My hand is up, drawing the line. “You don’t have to explain. It’s not what I’m here for.”

He hesitantly puts his arm down, eyebrow twitched in confusion. The paper is still in his hands.

“I got you a gift,” I partly smile. “A wedding gift and I guess, also… a goodbye gift.” With that statement, I break away from his stare, fixating on a corner in his grand room. 

I hear paper wrinkling. “A goodbye gift?” His voice gets lower and it causes me to wince. It feels like all the tension in the room gathered in the small vacancy in my chest and the overwhelming pressure makes my eyes sting. I can already feel the tears build up as I play with the hem of my shirt. 

“Mhm,” I painfully affirm. “The wedding cake. It’s both my gift and my goodbye. I thought you requested it when I first got the royal letter,” I laugh at the situation, trying to stop myself from letting him see me cry.

“Turns out it wasn’t you, but regardless. You’re getting married and I can’t be here anymore. So I left it in the kitchen. Obviously, it’s not a goodbye-goodbye, since I’ll still be living here in the city, but… No. Yeah, it’s a goodbye,” I nod to myself, trying to unravel the knot in my throat. “I guess you took my advice, huh? Congratulations, your highness.”

The silence from him is thick and it leaves a sour feeling in my stomach. It calls me to look up at him, and his eyes are icy cold. The sweet honey brown is as dark as coal.

“This is your response?” His words are robotic, I can feel the venom on his tongue as it pricks at my heart.

“S-sorry?” I tilt my head, not understanding him. It felt terrifying to make him repeat himself in the state he’s in.

“I told you I loved you. I’m assuming this is your response.” My eyes flicker to the paper in his fist, no longer readable. Neither is his face as he gives me the blankest look. It makes me want to cry more knowing this is how I will remember our last moments.

This time, I do take a step towards him but he’s shaking his head aggressively, lower back pressed against the edge of his desk. Now I know how he felt.

“If you want to hear me say ‘I love you’, you know I can’t do that.” Just having those three words leave my lips causes a tear to roll down my cheek. 

“Because I’m the Prince?” This time, his expression changes to match mine. I can feel the frustration and pain radiating off of him, and all I want to do is to tell him what he needs to hear. But I just nod, forcing a distance.

“So it always mattered. What if… what if it was 7-year-old Donghyuck asking his princess? What would you have said? You didn’t know who I was back then. I was just… just Donghyuck.” He sighs, his body is limp as he settles onto his desk. I notice his frail build, worried that he’s been eating less.

I smile, fondly remembering the ignorant bliss from 15 years ago. But then I’m forced to remember our situation now, our ugly situation where our hearts are demanded to stay silent. 

“I would’ve told him I loved him too.”

And with that, all strength is gone as I sob into my palm. I’m trying to force the wails in, but my body is shaking. My legs feel weak and he’s over here and his arms are wrapped tightly around me in a second. I can feel his heart beating against my arm trapped between our bodies and his breath shakily blowing on the top of my head. One hand is holding me tight and the other is brushing through my hair as he shushes me. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” He repeats. A part of me thinks this is to calm himself down too. 

I know I’m right when I slowly pull myself back and see the red in his eyes and on the tip of his nose. My hand flinches as I’m about to caress his cheek. His breath is steadier as it now fans across my face and his eyes are lidded like they’ve finally got some rest. My hesitation vanishes as I let myself cup his face, trace the constellation painted on his cheek, and feel the sweetness of his lips on mine. The warm sensation that envelops my body makes me gasp and Donghyuck tightens his embrace on me, refusing to let go. He tasted better than every sweet treat I’ve had combined. He was intoxicating and my whole body buzzed like a sugar rush. 

I close my eyes tighter, savoring the feeling of his lips, wanting to remember every trace — letting myself be selfish this last time. He’s sugary, cozy, and soothing like the afternoon sun on my back. His mouth moves with such ease against mine and it feels like I’ve been kissing him my whole life. The feeling of his tongue gently nudging my bottom lip jolts me back to reality and I push away, seized by the cold air of his big room again. 

I bring my hands to my face, hoping to cool down the flush. The Prince is breathing as heavily and in sync with me, and all I can hear is our matching breaths and the ringing in my ears. I have to end it here. 

“Um. Congratulations on your wedding,” I say in one breath. I don’t dare look at him as I quickly bow, scrambling to his door. 

“Princess! Wait,” He grabs my wrist, almost too tight. “I can’t go through with this. Please, I-I only want to marry you.”

“Your highness…”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Say my name, please. Call me Hyuck. Call me Donghyuck. Anything but that. Just don’t-“ His teeth are chattering and he blinks away the tears. “Don’t leave me again.”

Without a second thought, I’m shaking my head ‘no.’ Even with tears blurring my vision, I can see the hurt on his face and I feel a part of my heart rot. It pains me just as much to reject him, but the Queen’s words swirl around in my head, unrelentless. I’m forced to leave him and my heart here and I want to scream, but I can’t. He notices that. It reminds him of himself.

Letting the finality of my decision settle in, he lets go of me, taking in a shaky breath. This was our end.

I restrain myself from taking any steps towards him as I reach for the door behind me. The wooden panel swings open, gliding past my extended fingers as I’m met with the face of the Queen.

That same hand shoots up to touch my lips, remembering what just happened in here and I bow till my hair grazes the tiled floors. 

“Your Majesty,” I squeak. She looks at me with a million emotions and plants her glare at the Prince. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together, her face twists into anger, dissecting the situation. I take this as my cue to leave but the Queen shuts the door behind the both of us. I don’t hear the Prince make any moves to save me.

“What were you doing in there?” She angrily whispers between clenched teeth. Not sure what comes over me, but the fear I felt before is gone. Instead, I’m left feeling numb.

“Don’t worry. I was just saying goodbye.” I swallow, bracing myself for her reprimands. 

A beat passes, before she speaks, this time in a normal tone. “Are you done?” 

I nod, “Yes, and I’d like to be excused from attending the wedding to serve the cake.” The Queen’s eyebrows quirk up, shocked that I’ve made a request. I look her straight in the eyes so she knows I mean it.

“I can’t… I can’t be there for that. I believe I’ve done all the preparation I can and I am not needed to actually attend.” My confidence waivers, and I draw my attention back to the ground.

“Fair enough. You don’t have to attend. I’ll tell the other bakers to serve it.” I take my chance to meet her eyes again and I can almost see concern on her face. I shake my head of that ridiculous thought, and offer her my best smile.

“Thank you, your majesty.” I bow before dragging my feet off the palace grounds. Hoping to never set foot in here ever again.

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Bells. I plan to remove all bells from my bakery. The royal wedding bells have been ringing all morning and I don’t need any more reminders moving forward. 

I spent the whole night crying after leaving the palace and then my anxiety kicked in, trying to get me to map out my life without him. Naturally, I planned to pour myself into work and here I am, out of bed, manning the shop by myself on his wedding day. I may have cried into a batch of dough in the morning, but baby steps are important. This is only day one anyways.

I realized I made a mistake leaving the house when I overheard everyone in town talk about the wedding of the century. I even let my employees off for the day, mainly to have my space to wallow alone. Practically everyone was outside the palace gates, waiting to get a glimpse of the couple. The streets were currently empty and I wonder if I should just close up shop. 

Right when I was about to count up the cash and close out the register, the bell on the door jingles. I’m halfway into the one dollar bills when I roll my eyes at the sound, pressing my lips together to stop a groan. I make a mental note to remove the bell before I leave.

I look up to check on the customer and I see a man with, of course, brown hair surveying the bread on the back wall. All I can see is the back of his head as he peruses. I scoff to myself at the instant fluttering of my chest at yet another brunette customer. Is no one blond anymore? Are gingers that rare for me to never encounter one in my bakery?

I finish counting the ones and I move onto the fives when I realize he’s still standing in the same spot. I’m organizing the bills in my hands as I examine him. Normal guy. Black hoodie. Jeans. 

Maybe he’s just really indecisive. I can see him tapping his foot from the counter. I decide to offer help after I finish counting the five dollar bills.

With the last dollar to count, I place it in the tray and slowly walk over to the man. As I get closer, my stranger danger instincts kick in and I suddenly regret my decision. His foot is still shaking and from this close, I can see him fidgeting with his sleeves in front of him. I grab a pair of tongs from the closest case and approach him.

“Excuse me, sir? Can I help you find something?” I have the tongs gripped with both hands, discreetly but ready to swing. 

I see his body tense and my breath hitches, thinking I’m really going to have to hit this man with my makeshift weapon.

He turns around painstakingly slow and I raise the tongs instinctively to block my face, before letting out a squeal.

But then I see his face. And different bells go off.

“Oh my god. Hyuck?”

The bags under his eyes are prominent and I finally notice the way his hair has been pulled in different directions. His lips are dry as he cracks a sheepish smile. He’s rubbing the back of his neck and notices the kitchen utensil in my hands.

“Were you gonna hit me?!” His mouth is open in surprise and he’s taking the tongs from my hands. I let him and put my hands up in defense.

“You were standing there for so long, all fidgety! I’m alone in here, what was I supposed to think?” I fight back, taking the tongs back and clutching it close to my chest.

He lets out a long sigh, seemingly frustrated with himself as he runs his hands through his hair. I hate that I find it attractive.

“Wait.” He looks up at me through his lashes, swallowing. “What are you doing here?” I ask. He blinks, knowing that question was coming. 

I expected to feel sick awaiting his answer, but instead my heart is racing, anticipating his next words. I almost feel that false hope I felt a week ago, and I try hard to deny it. But the way he’s looking at me leaves me with no doubts. 

I’m about to push him out the door when he digs a hand into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. The wrinkled piece of paper from yesterday. He plays with it in his hands as he thinks about his next move.

“I was drafting a request to get the law changed.”

His words peak my interest. I set the tongs down and let him continue. Wrapping my arms around my waist for security, I’m fearful of what he has to say next.

“I’ve actually been working on it for the past two months.” He flattens the paper out in his hands. “You caught me finishing the final draft yesterday. I didn’t expect it to take up until my wedding day…” He laughs, unhumored by the situation. 

He hands it to me. “This is an old copy now, but it’s actually already being reviewed by the King. Right now. Being who I am, I fled just in case.” 

He looks at me anxiously as I read the top of the page, the words in bold:

Formal Petition to Repeal the Royal Marriage Ordinance 

Written By Prince Lee Donghyuck

My eyes don’t believe what’s written, like the royal letter I received not too long ago, requesting I bake the royal wedding cake. The same royal stamp and all rests in the top left corner. 

This time, I can read the words clearly. They settle into my chest, leaving me with such a funny feeling. I read the text and I can tell it’s written by him. I imagine him staying up every night after we meet in the kitchen, working by himself on this proposal. All of his hard work for the past couple months was printed on this very paper. All this work… for us. 

I feel my cheeks wet from pure joy and I cover the smile straining my mouth. A rush unfurls through my body like sweet, sweet sugar and I look up to share it with him. 

“Donghyuck… You-?”

“Marry me.” 

He gets down on one knee, holding my free hand. He’s rubbing that one spot on my ring finger and it feels unreal. The gleam in his eyes reminds me of the toasty fires in the oven, the glistening mangos on his favorite tart. His smile matches mine, nervous just slightly, and I want to paint this memory in my brain forever. The love and desperation in his eyes are begging me to think of him. Think of us. Every fear that had been eating away at me the past month was overcome by his pleas. This paper and his actions are proof that we can happen.

He continues, 

“Princess, please marry me. I’ve only wanted to marry you almost my entire life. I know that sounds crazy, but how can I doubt my obvious soulmate? You always come back to me, but I still don’t want another reason for you to have to leave. So please, trust me and trust us. Forget everything and everyone else and say you’ll marry me. If this petition doesn’t pass, I’ll continue to fight. Just…

Say you’ll be my princess forever.”

I tug his hand softly to get him to stand up. He obliges and I free my hands to hold his face. He finally breathes and closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. I can feel him relax and his hands rest on my hips, drawn like a magnet. My mind is bouncing back and forth trying to contain the frenzy in my heart and the steady warmth of my core. I tap his eyelid lightly with my thumb and ask him to look at me. He opens them slowly, fear still trickling in his irises. I smile at him.

“My Prince,” His breath hitches. “I love you too.”

Donghyuck wastes no time tucking his head into my neck and lifting me against his body. He spins me around between the cases of bread and I giggle, feeling his heart beat erratically against mine. He softly lets my feet touch the ground and we’re looking at each other again, tears adding sparkles to his eyes. I wipe them away instantly.

“Thank you for coming back,” he whispers, but it feels like he said it with his whole being.

“Always.” I say with just as much commitment.

We’re cherishing the moment together, laughing at how happy we get to be, when the wedding bells go off once more. I look at him with confusion and he shrugs, just as lost.

“I can’t believe my wedding cake is going to waste,” I pout, remembering all my hardwork. And he squeezes my hip at my choice to be silly, snickering.

“I can’t believe you went with a lemon cake. Do you even know me?” He teases, pretending to be hurt. I gasp, slapping his chest.

“I’ll make sure to go with the mango tarts for ours.” I press a soft kiss on his lips and he smiles with me, pulling me unbelievably closer. 

“I like the sound of that,” Donghyuck hums.

“I’m sure you do.” I laugh.

Donghyuck and I stand there in each other’s arms for as long as our legs allow. We talk about the past, how it felt to leave each other. We talk about the garden and I admit to catching him talk to his mom, which explains everything he needs to know. Even as I’m profusely apologizing, he’s doing the same, saying sorry for putting me in such a situation. I choose to ask about Princess Soohae and he bites his lip nervously, telling me he hasn’t handled that predicament yet. I almost drag him out of the bakery at the sound of that. We even go over his repeal proposal and I call him out for some typos.

Eventually we move to the kitchen, doing what we do best, and what we’ve done for years, waiting for someone to find him. The Prince and his Princess.

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