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#Liu Yangyang smut
neowinestainedress · 1 year
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INTO THE WOODS
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TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event
PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader
GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed * they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human
SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.
WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content. * they're not fully transformed, though
WORD COUNT: 11.604k
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Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all. 
And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings. 
So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees. 
She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise. 
“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest. 
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. 
“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.” 
“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home. 
But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them? 
So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her. 
She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’
But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles. 
Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears. 
When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open. 
And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…  
“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?” 
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh. 
“Scared?” 
She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.
“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring. 
She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane. 
“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?” 
The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.” 
The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?” 
She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.
“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.” 
“I just… I want to go home.” 
“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?” 
“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.” 
She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there. 
So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them. 
The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her. 
She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim. 
“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them? 
A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face. 
“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her. 
“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time. 
The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.” 
“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her… 
“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name? 
“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details. 
“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.” 
“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option. 
“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?” 
When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear. 
“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore. 
“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?” 
She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun. 
“Who’s she?” 
“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed. 
“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?” 
The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.” 
“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?” 
She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver. 
“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her. 
“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?” 
She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.” 
Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.” 
She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”
“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.” 
“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh. 
“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.” 
“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her? 
“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh. 
“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat. 
“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same. 
She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain. 
“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face. 
“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.” 
Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter. 
“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.  
Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.” 
“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.” 
“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.” 
She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.” 
“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that. 
“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.” 
“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.” 
“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her. 
“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him. 
“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.  
“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway. 
“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”  
Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?” 
She looked at him with a confused expression. 
“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?” 
“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.” 
“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.” 
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable. 
Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success. 
“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.” 
“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.” 
Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her. 
“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.” 
“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.” 
“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin. 
“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise? 
“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster. 
“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point. 
The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”
She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?” 
Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?” 
“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her. 
“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon. 
“No, I meant —” 
“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.” 
She stilled once again, terrified of him. 
“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind. 
“I —” 
His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?” 
She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground. 
“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.” 
She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them. 
“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea. 
“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her. 
“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.” 
“I never —” 
“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.” 
And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk. 
Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night. 
“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.  
“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.” 
Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure. 
“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”
He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?” 
She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?” 
She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.  
“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up. 
She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head. 
“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.” 
“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.” 
“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted. 
“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.” 
“You — you’ll let me back?” 
“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”
She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.” 
“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this. 
But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them. 
“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest. 
She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her. 
“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore. 
“Y-yes, I’ll be good.” 
“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.
“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath. 
Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?” 
When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her. 
“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched. 
“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast. 
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it. 
“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.” 
“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk. 
“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place. 
Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.” 
She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed. 
Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.” 
Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing. 
“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close. 
“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage. 
“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said. 
She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him. 
And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come. 
But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly. 
She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others. 
“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?” 
She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast. 
“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.” 
She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them. 
Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive. 
“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again. 
“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them. 
Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard. 
“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?” 
Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?” 
She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room. 
“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart. 
Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her. 
“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?” 
Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny. 
“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again. 
“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.” 
Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer. 
As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little. 
She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit. 
Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him. 
Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen. 
“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out. 
“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.” 
She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile. 
Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy. 
Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got. 
“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.” 
“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move. 
“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?” 
She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about. 
“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts. 
Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others. 
“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.” 
She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin. 
“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.” 
“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place. 
“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.  
“Jeno, please, please.” 
“Gonna take my knot, kitten?” 
“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least. 
Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way. 
“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.” 
He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?” 
She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it. 
“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside. 
“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together. 
She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb. 
He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun. 
So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache. 
But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her. 
“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?” 
She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all. 
“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.” 
Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her. 
“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up. 
His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good. 
“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers. 
“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.” 
His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her. 
“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.
“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?” 
She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.  
“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.” 
She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her. 
“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state. 
She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again. 
“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?” 
She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again. 
“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?” 
She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder. 
“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?” 
“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.” 
Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more. 
“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick. 
“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away. 
“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.” 
“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two. 
“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before. 
“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside. 
A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt. 
Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor. 
“Who wants her?” 
“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap. 
“Twice?” 
“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap. 
“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim. 
She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs. 
“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside. 
“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.” 
“No, if you relax and listen to me.” 
“But I —” 
“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?” 
“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke. 
Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her? 
And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick. 
She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good? 
As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her. 
“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks. 
She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure. 
“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.” 
She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly. 
“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him. 
Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.” 
Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.” 
But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her. 
Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her. 
“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.  
And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too. 
“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist. 
She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately. 
“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek. 
“I can’t,” she wept. 
“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.” 
Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being. 
“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.” 
Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to… 
“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length. 
“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail. 
She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this. 
Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip. 
“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.” 
She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right? 
And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth. 
Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair. 
“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.” 
She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in. 
But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind. 
“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too. 
“Kun?” 
“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?” 
She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.” 
“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones. 
“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.” 
They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth. 
“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs. 
She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool. 
“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?” 
She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth. 
“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.” 
She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin. 
“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.” 
She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix. 
“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm. 
She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer. 
“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.” 
She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves. 
When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met. 
“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.” 
She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again. 
“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy. 
“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?” 
She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her. 
Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.” 
She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea. 
“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out. 
“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her. 
“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder. 
“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?” 
She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.” 
“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.” 
She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again. 
“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake. 
Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.” 
Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk. 
“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.” 
She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him. 
“You like this more than you want to show, human.” 
“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her. 
“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?” 
She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…
“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life. 
“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?” 
“Y-yes, alpha.” 
“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again. 
“I – I,” she stuttered.
“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?” 
She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be? 
“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow. 
Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her. 
And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body. 
They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.  
She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her. 
“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.  
Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.” 
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blood & lust. (l.yy)
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PAIRING: liu yangyang x reader GENRE: smut, horror WORD COUNT: 5.8k
SYNOPSIS: you're invited to one of the biggest halloween parties of the year. unbeknownst to you, the host's vampire costume isn't as fake as you think it is.
CONTENT WARNINGS: vampire!yangyang, horror aspects, minor character deaths (some are mentioned, others are briefly hinted at) heavy mentions of blood, blood sharing, blood drinking, biting, marking, dubcon themes (reader is unsure at first but yangyang is adamant), yangyang is mean and cocky, light breast play, breast biting, humping, unprotected sex, yangyang is kinda rough, he is fucking for his pleasure but you cum too, open ending? maybe?
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“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” You say with uncertainty, struggling to readjust the straps of the white swan wings that cling uncomfortably to your shoulders as you stare up at the decorated halloween mansion in sight. 
Carved pumpkins scattered amongst the front lawn, fake cobwebs and spiders wrapped around hedges and potted plants, fancy lights of dark purples and oranges illuminating the windows and the cracked cemented path that leads up to a wooden door that’s splattered with fake blood, the words ‘ENTER IF YOU DARE’ written in smudged black paint. You’re thoroughly impressed with the decor, but it does nothing to hide your hesitancy in entering this unknown house.
“The website said; ‘all are welcome’… This is a great idea!!” Ningning grins with excitement, adjusting her own black swan wings, her outfit perfectly matching yours despite having opposite colours. “Chenle sent me the link and you know how trustworthy he is”
Your face twists, “That’s questionable”
Ningning’s shoulders sag slightly, “You’re right… But he’s the only person we know that can get us into places like these, and I refuse to let us go to some shitty low quality halloween party again when we have the perfect opportunity right here! This is the real deal”
You hate how right she is. Not only is your shared friend Chenle remarkable at getting you both into some serious events, to which you’re unsure of how he’s even able to even do in the first place, but the last halloween party you had both attended was a complete disaster that ended with pathetic drunken fights and police turning up to shut the party down for people causing too much chaos.
You couldn’t blame Ningning for wanting one good night, especially on her (and yours) favourite night of the year. Halloween. As an icon once said: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. It was a tradition that you both went by, digging out your savings to buy the sluttiest outfit you could find, matching ones to be exact.
Last year you went as slutty cops and robbers and the year after that it was slutty Ghostface and Michael Myers. But this year you went as white swan and black swan, sticking to your slutty theme of short dresses and showing as much skin as possible. You, admittedly, loved the tradition.
“Okay, fine, whatever” You give in a little too easily for your liking, swayed by the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. “I’m sure I can hear the tequila shots calling out our names”
“I love you!!” Ningning squeals, smooching your cheek loudly before clasping your hand in hers to drag you up the pathway, heels scraping against the concrete.  
You’re far more impressed by the interior of the house when you step inside: another fake set of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, fake blood splattered up the walls that you’re positive would be a pain to get off of the white paint, caution tapes stuck to doors and smoke machines hiding in every corner of the room that creates a misty atmosphere. You almost want to go around and find the person that had managed to make the perfect halloween party, but with the amount of people that overcrowd this house, you’re positive you won’t be able to even find them. 
Although being absolutely astonished by the decorations, the hairs couldn’t help but stand at the back of your neck and shiver runs down your spine when you see what’s written on the opposite side of the front door. ‘NO ONE LEAVES’. It has you feeling a little unsettled, but you know that’s the whole purpose. It’s Halloween after all. 
“BOO!” A voice screams loudly in your ear above the bass of the music that thumps from the speakers, fingers digging harshly in your ribs to catch your attention. You and Ningning jump in shock, your grip on her hand tightening as you both whiz around to find the suspect and you face Chenle who is dressed head to toe in his The Nun costume you knew he was making, fake yellowy green contacts staring at you both in amusement, screeching a laugh throw fake bloodied teeth. “Oh my god, I got you both so good—”
“You’re a dick” You grumble, but the anger washes away almost in an instant when you finally get a good look at his costume, even taking a step back to get a full view and you hum, “Impressive. Another ten out of ten this year”
“What else did you expect from me?” Chenle teases, doing a little twirl in his spot before his arm curls around Ningning’s waist to pull her close to his side. His fake rubber pointed nose nudges against Ningning’s tiara and she whines, immediately putting it back into place. “Looking slutty as always, black swan”
“And what else did you expect from me?” Ningning repeats his words and Chenle smiles proudly, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek before leading you both out of the foyer and towards a door that has bats dangling from the doorframe, but once you walk through the opening, you realise you’re in the kitchen. 
Endless amount of red coloured punch bowls fill the dining table, ice cubed hands floating above the concoction, but what throws you off the most is the empty blood bags that hang off the bowls, the spouts dipping into the drink to insinuate that the alcohol is ‘made’ out of blood. Creepy, but creative. You’re impressed yet again. 
As Chenle fixes the three of you a drink, you take it upon yourself to nosely search through the pantry, on the hunt for something more of your taste. But weirdly, and much to your dismay, everything is completely bare. There’s no other beverage in sight, or food for that matter. You find it strange even though you try to convince yourself that this was supposed to be a part of their ‘Halloween Party Plans’... you still find it odd. 
“So, which one of your rich, geeky friends owns this place?” Ningning asks the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue and you turn just in time for Chenle to hand you a drink. You take it out of his hands to nurse it in your own, staring at the liquid that stains the plastic cup. 
“None of them” Chenle passes Ningning her drink next. “Belongs to a friend of a friend. He told Kun to invite as many people as possible because this is apparently his last night in town… wants to make it a night he never forgets or something like that”
“That’s not suspicious at all” You chuckle softly, trying to make a joke out of a strange situation. “How does Kun even know this person?”
“I have no idea” Chenle shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, not seeming to care about the host as he raises his cup high. “Anyway! Cheers losers!”
“Cheers!” Ningning says with enthusiasm, knocking her cup against yours and Chenle’s before downing her drink. You say your cheers with a little less enthusiasm, bringing the beverage to your lips to take a sip and you’re instantly confused at the thick consistency that slides down the back of your throat, the taste of copper overwhelming your tastebuds. 
You grimace, coughing and rubbing your neck as you struggle to swallow the punch. Chenle and Ningning seem to have the same problem as they stare at their drinks quizzically and you take this opportunity to put the cup down, refusing to drink anymore and possibly choke to death. Although it would be fitting for Halloween, dying wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do tonight. 
You’re surprised when you see Ningning and Chenle both shrug at each other before chugging down the remains of the drink, although you shouldn’t be too surprised when you know what they’re like. As long as it gets them drunk, they’ll drink anything. 
“Definitely needs more vodka” Ninging confesses, handing her cup over to Chenle who happily refills it even though he nods his head at the suggestion. 
“He’s trying to keep it as real as possible, which is why you probably can’t taste the vodka” A voice speaks up from behind and you slightly turn to see who was talking. You’re met with a black haired male who seems a little bit older than the three of you, dressed in a white silk shirt and black pants with a black cloak hanging off his shoulders, red eyeshadow blended underneath his eyes and lips shaded the same colour. 
“Kun!” Chenle greets happily, handing the drink over to Ningning before slipping through you both to throw an arm over his broad shoulders. “Guys, you remember Kun right?”
“Briefly” Ningning eyes him suspiciously even though a smile sneaks its way onto her lips. “You’re the guy that picked up Chenle from the bar we was at last weekend”
“That’s me” Kun chuckles softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m surprised you even remember that night seeming as you were too drunk to walk to your taxi”
Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”
“Aren’t you a little old to know Chenle?” You poke, arms coming up to cross over your chest as you stare at him questioningly. Chenle shoots a blank look your way, clearly unimpressed with your choice of words but all Kun does is chuckle again.
“I am. But I’ve known Chenle for quite a while… His brother and my grandfather are a part of the same company” Kun explains to you without even batting an eyelid, clamping his hand down on Chenle’s shoulder as he grins. “We’re good friends, possible upcoming CEOs—”
Ningning immediately throws up her hand to silence him, “We don’t need to hear about how rich you both are”
“Noted” Kun smiles, eyes flickering around the kitchen before they settle on Chenle. “Have you met Yangyang yet?”
“Yangyang?”
“The host. The owner of this house. He’s lurking around here somewhere… making sure everyone is having a good time” Kun’s voice trails off slightly, his eyes beginning to wander around again. Your brows furrow at that, watching him suspiciously as his face lights up, gently tugging Chenle in a certain direction out of the kitchen that has you and Ningning following closely behind. “That’s Yangyang. He’s the one that arranged this entire party”
Your eyes dart towards the person in question, seeing a blonde haired man dressed all in black with a drink in hand and a girl dressed in a nurse costume in the other, his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. The dark circles under his eyes and the pointed fangs that peek through his lips when he smiles lets you know that he’s dressed up as a vampire tonight, similar to Kun, but minus the cloak. 
You’re somewhat impressed with knowing that this is the guy that owns this incredible mansion as he seems a little young. It makes you wonder what type of person he is or what job he has to even afford a place like this, you come to a conclusion that maybe he’s in the same wealthy group as Chenle and Kun, or maybe he’s just using his parents money. 
Yangyang takes one look at the crowds that fill his humble abode before turning to the nurse hanging off his arm, dipping his head low to make eye contact with the girl as he whispers something which makes her nod slowly, allowing him to wrap his arm securely around her waist as he leads them both up the spiral staircase. 
“He wasn’t lying when he said he wants to make it a night he won’t forget” Ningning jokes and you snort, finding her comment far too funny. Chenle smiles too but Kun’s lips form in a straight line, his facial expression blank to make you unable to figure out exactly how he’s feeling which you find strange, but you don’t question it further as Ningning slips her hand in yours, dragging you through the mass of sweaty bodies to find a perfect place to dance.
Chenle tugs Kun along despite his attempts at trying to rip his wrist away from his grip, not wanting to join in on the fun but he resists after a while, allowing Chenle to sway his body back and forth as Ningning does with yours, keeping you as close to her as possible as you both happily lose yourself in the music.
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“Where are you going?” Ningning shouts over the music after a few hours of dancing, lips forming into a pout as she tries to tug you back into her embrace, wanting to continue to dance with you but you shake your head, claiming how desperate you are to go relieve yourself in the bathroom. Ningning offers to come with you, wanting to stick by your side but Chenle’s already swooping in to steal her away, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs as he spins her around.
Due to Ningning being distracted, you take this opportunity to leave, muttering small apologies as you push through the crowd of people, heading up the staircase to locate the nearest bathroom, pausing in your steps every so often to stare at the portraits on the wall, admiring the unusual art of half naked bodies sprawled in different ways with a shadowed figure hovering over them, blood splattered and pouring from open wounds.
This really is the best decorated Halloween house you’ve been to. 
You’re almost out of breath as you trek up the, what seems to be, endless amount of stairs before you reach the top floor, eyeing the multiple doors to try and figure out which one could possibly lead to the bathroom and you head towards the closest one, twisting the doorknob in your grasp and pushing open the wooden door, immediately met by darkness. 
You quietly curse to yourself, stepping further into the room as you blindly reach out for the light switch, flicking the little button just as the door closes behind you, illuminating the room and granting you the access to see, but your eyes widen when you realise that this is not a bathroom… and you’re not alone in the room. 
Yangyang, you remember his name, has the nurse pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, head buried in the crevice of her neck with his hand gripping tufts of her hair, pulling so hard you’re afraid he is going to snap her neck. She remains still, blank eyes staring directly into yours, mouth slightly ajar as if she’s taking short gasps of air, trying to find her breath, but that’s not what concerns you. 
It’s the blood that’s pouring down her white nurses' outfit and dripping to the floor that does, pooling at both of their feet and creating a puddle for them to stand in. A part of you believes that this must be some sort of ‘vampire act’, that maybe he was hoping someone would walk in and capture this happening for the effect. But this seemed too realistic to you, especially with how the disgusting sounds of his mouth slurping ravishingly at her neck with low, pleasant hums. It makes you stumble back in surprise. 
Hearing the heels scrape against the floor, Yangyang retracts his head from the girl’s neck, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at you, eyes completely blacked out and you struggle to remember if he wore contacts prior to this, but your thoughts are answered when you see dark red veins slithering unhuman-like beneath his eyes as his iris turns brown and the sclera dissolves into a normal white, the black disappearing. 
Neat trick, you want to say, but the words never come, not when you’re so conflicted with what you’re seeing in front of you.
“Well… you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yangyang speaks first, the boyish grin that slips onto his face fails to ease the nerves that bubble in your stomach, all too focused on the blood that stains his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as he fully removes himself from the girl, her body thumping to the floor almost a little too lifeless for it to be apart of the ‘vampire act’ you had in mind.
Your attention darts down to her chest, praying that you’d see any type of movement that indicates she’s breathing or that she’ll hopefully raise her hand and give you the thumbs up to tell you all is well. But she doesn’t, and your blood immediately runs cold as you take a cautious step back, your hand flying behind you to try and find the handle of the door.
Yangyang snorts in amusement, shaking his head as he steps over her body. “The door locks from the outside, little swan… Unless, that is, you have a key”
The way he dips his bloody hand beneath the collar of his shirt to pull out a silver chain necklace with a key attached to it is almost taunting, and instead of the fear, it’s anger that rises inside of you as he begins to sway it back and forth, daring you to come closer and take it from his hands. 
“Enough with this fake act” You find your voice, even though you don’t believe your words so much anymore. You glance down at the body once again before meeting his eyes that are filled with excitement. “You win best Halloween costume of the year… happy?”
“Fake act?” He repeats with a laugh, tucking the necklace back into the collar of his shirt. “I wasn’t aware I was putting on a show”
You swallow thickly, “I think you’re taking your party and your costume too seriously—”
“Why don’t you come closer and find out how fake this costume truly is?” The change in his tone and facial expression is enough to have you spin around and try the door handle again, jiggling it with force in hopes that it would miraculously open without the need of a key. You hear him laugh at your failed attempts, not realising how close he is until you feel his chest press up against your back, moving your white swan wings out of the way so he could connect his mouth to your shoulder in a wet kiss. 
“Don’t touch me!” You spit, shoving him back with as much strength you can muster. Yangyang doesn’t move far, much to your dismay, maybe a few steps back but it was enough to create some distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to your shoulder, frantically wiping away the blood off of your skin with a grimace. 
“I was only kissing you” Yangyang fake pouts, reaching to stroke the white swan feathers in your hair but you whack him away once again and he grins widely, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “Are you afraid of me, little swan?”
“No”
His grin falters slightly, face hardening. “I don’t like liars”
“Give me the key” You ignore his words, opening out the palm of your hand towards him as if he’d straight up give you the key.  You’re hoping he would. “I’ll scream if you don’t”
His brow twitches upwards, “Nobody will hear you up here”
“My friends know I left” You try again. “My friends know I left and they will come looking for me if I—”
“No they won’t” Yangyang braces his hands on either side of your head, resting against the door as he leans closer to your face. Your eyes dart down to the dried up blood around his mouth before looking back up to his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of copper that emits from his breath. “They’re already stuck”
Your heart drops as you repeat with a whisper, “Stuck?”
Yangyang hums with a nod, hand coming down to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing against your jugular, putting a slight pressure that has your heart rate picking up. “No one leaves… not even you”
“Wh—”
Your words die in the back of your throat as Yangyang lurches forward, sharp teeth piercing the skin of your neck and a silent scream rips from your lips, trying your hardest to rip this animal away from you and free yourself from the pain that spreads around your neck and chest, feeling a burn surge through your veins. Your fingers pry at his shirt with voiceless pleases, head whirling at the sounds of him ripping into flesh, vision going blurry to the point you struggle to make out the details of the bedroom. 
Yangyang retracts his mouth away from your neck suddenly and your body slumps forward, too dizzy to stand straight and he captures you with ease, letting you fall slack against his chest. Your neck feels numb, but you can still sense the blood pooling out of the wound, ruining your costume of the night. 
His hand caresses the top of your head as he walks backwards from the door, leading you both to what seems to be a bed as you’re laid down against something cushiony and soft. He climbs above you, knees resting on each side of your hips and you manage to faintly make out his face through blurred vision, tears springing in your eyes at the blood that drips down his chin. Your blood. 
“You taste absolutely divine, little swan…” Yangyang compliments. “I almost don’t want to kill you”
“Please” You pathetically whisper. “Please, let me go—don’t kill me”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Yangyang chuckles, fingers dancing across your shoulders and over your wound, making you flinch at the tenderness. Something flickers in Yangyang’s eyes as they meet yours, “Do you want to have fun with me?”
“I—”
“I can make everything go away” Yangyang says to you lowly, licking at his lips and sighing in content as he swallows the blood from his mouth. “I can make you feel good too… I can make you feel good while I’m feeding off of you, doesn’t that sound better?”
“I don’t want to die” You splutter out through tears. “Please, I don’t want to die”
“You won’t die, little swan” His voice is soft, but you know deep down that he’s lying. You’re going to die tonight. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. As if he could hear your inner thoughts, Yangyang sighs softly as he brings his wrists up to his lips, pricking the skin with the edge of his fang before forcefully shoving his arm against your lips, the blood from his wrist dripping into your mouth and on your tongue. 
You try to fight back immediately, stiff limbs trying to push him away but it was no use, not when his blood was sliding down the back of your throat. You gag instantly, the taste making your face twist and turn in disgust to which Yangyang laughs at, dropping his wrist from your lips to lean over you again, eyes watching you intently.
You’re shocked at how your body suddenly seems lighter, the slight tinge of pain in your neck disappearing into almost nothing and how your vision clears up, now being fully able to see the man that’s hovering above you clearly. Your hand shakily comes up to touch your wound and you bring your hand back to inspect, surprised to see the dried blood on your fingertips. You stopped bleeding?
“What did you do?” Your question with a whisper.
Yangyang grins at this, tilting his head to the side once again. “I told you, little swan. I can make everything go away”
Incredible, you think. You slightly wonder what else he can do but you mentally slap yourself for thinking that way, not wanting to succumb into his wants and needs. He’s going to kill you. You blink as the thought repeats in your head. He’s going to kill you. There is no way out of this. You’re going to die.
“Let’s have fun” He insists, caressing your cheek softly. “It won’t hurt anymore… It’ll feel good, I promise”
“I don’t believe you” You admit, swallowing thickly. “You’re a… you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say the word and you shake your head. “It’ll hurt”
“Does this hurt?” Yangyang asks you, taking your hand in his own hand and bringing it up to his lips, opening his mouth wide to show off his precise fangs before sinking them into your palm. You wince instantly, awaiting for the pain to come but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You can feel him drinking from your wound, how his tongue laps over the holes he’s created in your skin, but you don’t feel the pain you once did when he bit into your neck. 
You watch mesmerised as he drinks from you, those dark red veins appearing under his eyes again, slithering around beneath his skin as the black pools into his eyes, completely overtaking any other colour present and you feel yourself relax into the pillows, head becoming a little too fuzzy and lightheaded, but there was no pain. The pain was gone. It felt… good. Almost too good. 
A light gasp leaves your lips as you feel Yangyang’s lower half rut against your stomach during this, harsh thrusts making the bed squeak beneath your bodies, the air knocking out of your lungs. You struggle to form a sentence as Yangyang drops your hand from his mouth, letting your arm flop to the sheets motionlessly as his fingers roam over your white dress, fingers digging into the fabric before ripping the material apart with ease.
He isn’t gentle as he pulls the ruined dress from your body and the broken swan wings from your shoulders, his mouth dropping to your breast and sinking his teeth into the flesh with a guttural moan, brows furrowing at the blood that rushes down the back of his throat. You hiss at the slight sting you feel, but it morphs into something a lot more pleasurable and bearable which makes you let our airy moans of satisfaction.
It makes you sick at how much you're enjoying being ravished by a monster, how your mind overcrowds with lust and want, something you know you shouldn't be experiencing. You should be screaming, you should be pleading for him to spare you and to let you go, to fight back with a much strength as you can must, but you can't.
His teeth retract from your breast with droplets of blood rolling down his chin, dark eyes staring at you through his blond strands of hair that hang in front of his face, lips curling into a smirk that sends a wave of fear and lust through your body, goosebumps rising to your skin.
“You’re doing so good for me, little swan” Yangyang praises, tongue swiping over the wound he’s made on your breast and teasing over your nipple. You gasp, back immediately arching into his touch. Yangyang chuckles, “Are you enjoying this?”
Your voice wavers, “No”
“Liar” Yangyang snorts, head dipping down to leave wet bloody kisses down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin before breaking the surface at your navel. A whisper of his name leaves your lips involuntarily and you swear you can feel him smirk against you, hands caressing your body as he slurps hungrily and the bulge in his pants grows against your leg, desperate to be let free and touched as he ruts.
He travels further down your body, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your panties before being torn apart, the flimsy material being carelessly thrown to the side. You’re now completely bare to him and you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, hands splayed across the bed sheets, tugging the blanket in hopes to cover yourself but the low growl that comes from Yangyang has you dropping it instantly.
Although, when you feel his fangs graze over your mound, you shriek with a frantic shake of your head, hands flying down to his hair and gripping the roots, trying to yank him away from you but Yangyang remains still, only raising his gaze to look at you quizzically.
“No” Your voice is stern. “No, not there. Please”
“It won’t hurt” He tries to tell you but you refuse to listen, shaking your head once again and you hear the deep sigh that leaves his lips. You calm down for a brief second before you see him crane his head to the side, now choosing to sink his teeth into your inner thigh instead. You mewl at the feeling, legs snapping together and closing Yangyang in between your thighs to which he laughs at, holding your thighs with an iron grip to keep himself locked in as he feeds from you.
You grunt, tears pricking your eyes at the weird sensation of his fangs tearing through skin, slurping and lapping up the blood that’s now mixing in with your arousal that leaks from your pussy. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you yearn to be touched by him, to make the ache between your legs disappear.
But instead, it’s his weight that disappears off of you and you stretch your neck to see what was going on, your heart thumping wildly in your chest at the sight of Yangyang unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants in inhuman speed, revealing his toned body to you. Although, your eyes zone in on the key that dangles from his necklace, just a small reach away.
“Don’t even think about it” His voice grumbles and his weight returns over your body, slotting himself between your legs that he rests upon his shoulders, bending you in a way that has your body burning and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to move yourself in a comfortable position but Yangyang’s already burying himself back into the crevice of your neck, biting down on the opposite side as his cock slides into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust to his size.
Gasps and moans combine with his low grunts and pleased hums, hips feverishly snapping against your own, his cock hitting all the right places at once which has you seeing stars in your eyes. Yangyang’s ruthless as he drinks from your neck, tongue hot on your skin as his cock plunges in and out of the warmth of your walls.
“You are unbelievable, little swan” Yangyang groans between slurps, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes that flutter with each harsh thrust. The cocky smile returns to his lips, “Feels good?”
You weakly nod, tears streaming down your face. “Yes”
“I like it when you tell the truth” Yangyang hums, pressing his hips further into yours to hit even deeper, chuckling at the way you moan loudly for him. His fast strokes have your head spinning and lolling to the side, drool seeping from your lips and onto the pillow, mixing in with the mess of your blood.
The knot in your stomach tightens with each sharp movement of his hips, nearing you towards your climax as he pounds into you, fingers fisting the hair on your head and tugging your neck to the side awkwardly to dive back into the wound, tongue lapping and sucking up the blood. It’s enough to have your orgasm hit you intensely.
Your legs tremble on his shoulders, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips as a moan rips from the back of your throat, back arching off of the bed.
Yangyang’s rhythm falters at the tightness of your pussy, jaw locking around your neck with a grunt as his dick pulsates, hot cum spurting around your walls, choking out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as he empties inside of you.
You both lay still for a moment, the nerves returning in your belly as you await your pending doom, wondering if Yangyang would be kind enough to let you go after everything that happened. He’s still drinking from you and the pain from earlier slowly emerges, the effect his blood had on your moments prior no longer keeping you safe from the pain and discomfort. You fidget beneath him, legs dropping limply from his shoulders as you whine at the sting, it’s enough for him to remove himself from you.
“Thank you for making this a night I won't forget, little swan” Yangyang whispers to you in your ear before climbing off of you, reaching down to grab his pants from the floor to dig his hand into the pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch that reads midnight. “Looks like fun for everyone else is just beginning… Can you hear them, little swan?”
The music cuts off abruptly and a familiar scream echoes throughout the mansion, followed by others that make your body tense up. “W-wait—”
“Shhh…” He coos at you as he crawls back above your body, licking at his lips that are smudged with your blood, droplets dribbling down his chin. Yangyang cups your face in his hands, the gesture almost seeming sweet if it wasn’t for the tight grip and the slight sting of his blunt nails digging into your skull.
The sounds of the screams outside of the door makes you feel utterly sick, trying your best not to imagine what’s happening but the smirk that Yangyang gives proves that it’s nothing but good, it’s evil. A sob blubbers past your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and Yangyang hums softly as his thumbs brush your tears away a little forcefully.
“It’s okay… It’s going to be all over soon, my little swan” His fake reassurances do nothing to calm down your nerves, already seeing through his pathetic little lies. You wish you could move to throw him off of your body but with your weakened limbs and his unbelievable strength, you know you wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.
Yangyang dips his head down to hover over yours, his lips pushing against your own in the form of a kiss that you didn’t reciprocate, yet the metallic taste of blood sits on the tip of your tongue and the nausea hits you, throat tightening with the urge to throw up. Yangyang creates a slight distance between you, still feeling his breath fan across your face and his eyes bore into yours. The grip he has on your head becomes too much to handle and a pained squeak leaves your lips, your hands slowly coming up to wrap around his wrists but it's far too late.
A loud pop rings through your ears as he forcefully twists your head to the side, darkness immediately overcrowding your vision, dipping you into complete nothingness.
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galacticseonghwa · 1 month
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Nothing Matters in Paris - Liu Yang Yang (profiles)
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INCLUDES: fem!reader x "teacher"!yang yang, swearing, age gap, yang yang is like 10 years older than he actually is, fluff, smut, angst(?), somnophilia, fingering, katoptronophilia, degrading, name-calling, cockwarming, idk if i got everything so just lmk what i've forgotten
wc: n/a
a/n: please DNI if you're not comfortable with the "teacher" x student dynamic, however the dynamic WILL be explained better throughout the profiles, this post will let you in on the characters and how they got to where they are in their relationships.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: this story will NOT have a schedule and will be posted whenever i have the free time to, which at the moment is only mondays and sundays. thank you for understanding and being patient🫶🏼 if you happen to not like the fact that i won’t be able to post consistently please leave either this series or my blog quietly🫶🏼
LIU YANG YANG thirtyfour, teacher's 'help', tsundere personality, falls first.
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Y/N Y/LN twentytwo, student, sunshine personality, falls harder for yang yang.
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QIAN KUN thirtyeight, yang yang's best friend, calm personality, questioning y/n's motives.
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SHOTARO OSAKI twentythree, y/n's best friend, shy personality, very protective over y/n.
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yang yang isn't a "proper" teacher for a lack of better words, he's just a temporary sub who doesn't work for the school itself but rather the education system. so in theory, he's not a teacher but rather a "teacher's help" and as you have read in the character profiles ALL of them ARE of age in other words yang yang isn't breaking any laws in any sense but a few people still frown upon the relationship.
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ligayangdala · 2 years
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🎧 NOW PLAYING: often by the weeknd
📣 YANGYANG LIU. smut, boyfriend!au
✍️ written in taglish | ⚠️ fingering, pussy slapping | 📅 posted on july 16th, 2022 | 🔞 minors, do not interact!
visualizer (nsfw!)
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NAGULAT KA NUNG MAY TUMIGIL NA HINDI PAMILYAR NA KOTSE SA HARAPAN MO, HINDI MO INAASAHAN NA SI YANGYANG ANG DRIVER NITO.
hindi naman na balita sa'yo na marunong magdrive ang nobyo mo, in fact, siya ang ang nagturo sa'yo ng basics gamit ang kotse ng nanay mo. madalas rin kayong magroadtrip dalawa, pero dahil kolehiyo palang kayo, hindi pa kayo makakuha ng sariling kotse. kaya nagulat ka nung binaba ni yangyang ang bintana, may malaking ngiti sa mukha niya at proud na proud siyang minamaneho ang bagong sasakyan.
"hindi mo 'to nirent, sure ka? hindi ka nagsisinungaling sakin?" tanong mo habang inaayos ang seatbelt. "yangyang liu, sasapakin talaga kita pag nalaman kong inuuto mo lang ako."
"mahal, seryoso ko. regalo nga nila dad kasi graduating na tayo"
minsan ka na kasing napahiya sa magulang netong nobyo mo dahil napagtripan ka niya. simula non ay palagi kang nagdadalawang isip kapag sinusurpresa ka niya. mukha naman siyang seryoso dahil naglabas siya ng papeles ng kotse na may pangalan niya. grabeng trust issue, ano? inaya ka ni yangyang kahit gabi na, roadtrip lang daw kung saan-saan. madalas niyo 'tong gawin dalawa, para lang magpakalma ng utak pagkatapos ng mahabang araw. habang dumadaldal at kumakanta, napansin mong isang kamay nalang magmaneho ang jowa mo.
dati kasi, takot na takot siyang magmaneho ng isang kamay. pagtapos kalikutin ang gear, ibabalik niya kaagad ito sa manibela. pero ngayon, ang isang kamay niya ay nakapatong nalang sa armrest sa gilid. inaya ka ni yangyang na bumili ng snacks sa convenience store malapit sa lugar kung saan madalas kayong pumunta. dahil driver siya, ikaw naman ang taya sa pagkain kahit na ba umangal siya nung una dahil gustong gusto nito na siya palagi ang gagastos sainyong dalawa.
"kanina ka pa nakatingin sakin, matutunaw ako, mahal"
"ampogi mo kasi puta" sabi sabay ngiti, 'yung kamay mo napunta sa ulo niya at pinaglalaruan ang buhok niya. "you look hot when you're driving"
tumawa si yangyang, "i look hot now? sabi mo dati mukha kong meerkat kasi lagi kong sinisilip lahat ng side ng kotse tuwing nagddrive ako"
"dati 'yun, ngayon parang gusto ko nalang magpafinger sa'yo"
hindi na rin bago ang biglaang dirty talk sainyong dalawa, sa tagal niyo ba namang magka-relasyon eh talagang hindi na kayo nagkakahiyaan sa mga sinasabi niyo sa isa't isa. active rin ang sex life niyo, at nakakahiya mang sabihin pero ilang beses na rin kayong nagsex sa ilalim ng buwan gamit ang pickup ng tatay ni yangyang. meron pa ngang pagkakataon na biglang umulan habang nagsesex kayo, pero tuloy pa rin na para bang walang nangyayari. ang iniisip kasi ng nobyo mo eh sweet daw 'yun.
"baby naman, 'wag mo 'kong i-challenge dahil alam mong kaya kong gawin 'yan" ngisi nito, ang tingin niya ay hindi umaalis sa daan pero ang isang kamay niya ay tinanggal niya sa armrest at nilipat sa binti mo. pati ikaw ay napangisi dahil tama ang desisyon mong magsuot ng palda ngayon.
"kaya mo ba talaga?"
biglang nawala ang ngisi sa mukha ni yangyang at nagseryoso, tumahimik siya bigla. sa lahat ng ayaw niya eh 'yung kinekwestyon mo 'yung abilidad niya sa mga gawain na alam mong kaya naman talaga niyang gawin.
"hubarin mo 'yung underwear mo" sabi nito, biglang lumalim ang boses pero hindi ka pa rin tinitignan. "bilis"
naramdaman mong tumayo halos lahat ng balahibo sa katawan mo, tangina isip mo, napaka-attractive ng boyfriend mo pag nagseseryoso kahit kelan. tinanggal mo ang seatbelt mo, inangat ang sarili para hubarin ang underwear na suot mo. nagulat ka naman nung hablutin ito ni yangyang at sinalpak sa bulsa niya.
"harap sakin, sandal sa pinto, legs up" utos nito, medyo kinabahan ka dahil may pagka-dominante si yangyang. "'wag mo kasi kong pino-provoke,"
ginawa mo naman ang sinabi niya, agad kang umayos at inangat ang mga binti papunta sa dibdib mo kaya't exposed ang ari mo sakanya. medyo mahirap at masakit sa likod ang pwesto, pero anong magagawa mo?
you felt a sting on your pussy when you felt his palm slap the skin. alam mong masakit pero napaungol ka. pinaghiwalay ni yangyang ang labi nito gamit ang daliri, napangisi siya nang maramdaman niya ang pagkabasa nito. hindi ka pa rin niya tinitignan.
"yangie…" ungol mo, naramdaman mong binaon niya ang daliri sa butas mo at kinurba ito, hinahanap ang sweet spot. "puta" isa pang ungol nung dinagdagan nya ng daliri. "s-sorry na yang,"
"hmm"
bumibilis, bumabagal— parang pagmamaneho ni yangyang. tuwing titigil ang kotse sa stoplight, bibilisan niya, kapag naman umandar na ay babagalan niya.
"yang, i think i'm gonna cum…" mahina mong sabi, napapasara na ang binti at nanghihina ka na rin "baby—!"
inalis na ni yangyang ang mga daliri niya sa'yo, napahinga ka naman ng malalim. nagulat ka nang sampalin ulit ni yangyang ang labi ng puke mo, napaungol ka dahil pakiramdam mo ay overstimulated at sensitibo ka na. niliko ni yangyang ang kotse, nakarating na kayo sa paroroonan, agad siyang nagpark at hinarap ka.
"bukaka ka lang baby, hindi pa ko tapos sa'yo."
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dirtykpopsnaps · 3 months
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Here’s the request for YangYang!
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0710studios · 2 years
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Imagine yangyang fvcking u hard tapos he's cursing in mandarin, ang sexc TT_TT
TANGINA YANGYANG BRAINROT NAPAKAPOGI NIBYANGYANG WALA NA KO MASABI NAPAKAGWAPO NAPAKATALENTED LAHAT NA NA SAKANYA T__________T
“fuck, yangie... ibaon mo pa...” ungol mo, ang pisngi mo’y nakapatong sa unan niya habang bumabaon ang kanyang kuko sa balat ng balakang mo. “yang... tangina,”
“fuck, you’re taking me so well, princess” sabi niya gamit ang sariling lenguahe, naramdaman ni yangyang na sumisikip ka lalo dahil naguumpisa nang magkuyom ang puke mo sa tite niya’t parang sinisisipsip nito ito. napaungol ka dahil bigla niyang hinawakan ang buhok mo’t hinila ito hanggang sa maramdaman mo ang dibdib niya sa likod mo. “wanna get knocked up, right? want me to fuck my babies inside of you.”
kahit hindi mo siya maintindihan, tumatango ka’t sumasagot ng simpleng oo. naramdaman mong lumuwag ang hawak niya sa buhok mo, hinayaan mong bumagsak ang katawan mo sa kama. your body was twitching as you orgasmed, pero hindi pa tapos si yangyang kaya tuloy lang siya sa pagbayo hanggang sa maramdaman mo ang mainit niyang tamod sa loob ng puke mo. nang alisin niya ito, kitang kita kung paano rumagasa ang tamod palabas—tangina, bakit ngayon lang kayo nagkantutan na walang condom?
“yang, cuddles?”
“of course” sabi niya at humiga sa tabi mo bago ka hilahin papunta sa dibdib niya, humalik siya sa ulo mo at sinabing: “you did well, baby. salamat at pumayag kang mag-raw tayo,”
“sabi ko sa’yo, may birth control na nga ako. we can fuck like bunnies everytime as long as hindi ako nag-oovulate.” sagot mo, “nagmamandarin ka na kanina, anong sabi mo?”
“a-ah... wala.”
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jungwnies · 2 years
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liu yangyang | masterlist
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key bank:
[♡] fluff[☆] smut[♕] angst
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pda w/ yangyang [♡]
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xomakara · 5 days
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All About You
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SUMMARY | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip. PAIRING | NCT ‘00 Line/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, gangbang, multiple penetration, sex in general, filthy sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6K words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh lord…please excuse me as I go dunk myself in holy water.
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"Baby, are you close?" Haechan whispered in your ear as he stroked your cheek.
"Fuck, Haechan...I'm so close." You could barely get the words out through your panting breath.
"Fuck, she's clenching down on me!" Jeno groaned, his breathing matching yours, "She must be very close, because it feels like she's squeezing the life out of my dick."
Haechan let out a chuckle and stroked your hair back gently, watching as you bounced on Jeno's cock, taking him all the way inside of you, causing you to tremble with pleasure at how good you felt wrapped around his thick shaft. He moved his hand up from your hip to the small of your back and squeezed gently. "It looks like your body is craving more."
"Mmm..." You moaned and then quickly corrected yourself, "Not that I don't love what we're doing now, but I need to feel something more inside of me too."
Jeno started thrusting faster now and Haechan stopped rubbing your ass to move his other hand to the front of your body, resting it on your clit. He lightly pinched it as he continued moving your hips up and down on Jeno's cock. "That's right, baby. Fuck your little pussy harder for us."
You bit your lip as you rode Jeno's cock faster. Your legs were starting to shake now, which only intensified your need for release. "Oh god, Haechan, I'm gonna come so hard..."
"Did she come yet?" You heard Jaemin asking Haechan as they watched you ride Jeno's dick. There was no mistaking the lust in his voice. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting off on this just as much as you were.
"Kitten," Renjun whispered in your ear. "Does Jeno's cock feel good? Tell us how it feels."
"So good...so fucking good..." You whimpered, feeling Jeno's cock throbbing inside of you.
"Our little dumpling must be close." Yangyang muttered from his spot in the corner, watching you riding Jeno's cock with nothing but a towel covering him. "And that tight pussy of hers is milking his cock for everything it's worth."
"Baby, you look so damn hot right now." Haechan whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses along your neck, letting them linger near your collarbone. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against Haechan's chest.
"Oh my god, I'm coming..."
Your body shook from the waves of pleasure washing over you and you cried out as Jeno began filling your insides with his warm seed. You clenched down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls, but the man simply refused to let go. He kept grinding into you, his dick still hard, even after he had finished shooting his load deep inside of you. As he held himself inside of you, your body shuddered uncontrollably, your face buried in Haechan's chest as you trembled and cried from the blissful aftershocks of orgasmic bliss coursing through your body. It took you several minutes before you could regain control of your body enough to slide off of Jeno and collapse on the bed beside him.
Jaemin came to your side in an instant, kissing you deeply as you reached out to grasp his naked chest. "How does our little Y/N feel? Do you want more?"
Ever since you and your five boyfriends moved in together, your sex life has become a daily ritual of steamy threesomes, late night drunken sessions and even spontaneous gang bangs. You can never get enough of each other and it's all thanks to you being open minded and not putting labels on anything that goes on between you.
To the outside world, you and Haechan were just a couple that loved each other deeply and unconditionally, but that was just one side of the story. They knew about Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang but most people assumed that you were all just friends. And while they may have thought that the six of you had settled into an unbreakable bond, they couldn't possibly know what really went on behind closed doors.
You laid in bed, trying to compose yourself as you listened to your boyfriends talking about how well the night went. Jaemin was whispering sweet words in your ear, praising how much of a good girl you'd been, saying that you made sure to make everyone feel good, how you deserved to have such good men worship you. The others were making similar comments about how they had all enjoyed themselves, but Jeno sounded especially proud.
You smiled softly to yourself and glanced over to see Haechan smiling at you with pure adoration. He was your whole world. No matter how many times you came, or how many orgasms you gave out, you would always return to him, unable to find anyone else who could match the passion you shared with him. Even though he was your first real boyfriend, he would always hold a special place in your heart because he taught you how to love, and trust.
As your thoughts drifted to Haechan's strong arms wrapped around you and his firm lips caressing your skin, you remembered another reason why you loved Haechan so much: Because he had introduced you to the other four men who would change your life forever. You had five men who loved you as their own and wanted to share you with each other, without any rules or limits. And the best part was, no matter what happened, you would always have Haechan there to take care of you, loving you with all of his heart.
"Baby, you okay? Are you feeling sore?" Haechan kissed your forehead tenderly as he replaced Jeno's spot on the bed.
"No, I'm fine...just thinking about tonight makes me tired." You said and buried your head in his chest.
"Ahhh...that's understandable. It takes a lot of energy for us to fuck that tight little pussy of yours over and over again." Jeno laughed as he caressed your thigh. "But don't worry; we'll let you rest tomorrow. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up for now."
You snuggled closer to Haechan, smiling to yourself as you felt Renjun and Yangyang clean your body with washclothes and soap, gently wiping away every last trace of sweat and semen from your flushed skin. As you drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that these five men would protect you and make sure that you always had what you needed, you couldn't help but smile.
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"I feel like I've been torn in half." You groaned the next morning, your head on Jaemin's shoulder. "I swear, if my vagina hurts anymore, I might die."
"You say that all the time, bunny." Jaemin laughed. "But you still want us to fuck you senseless, right?"
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You guys are just lucky I'm built like a goddamn pole. You all can use me however you want."
Renjun chuckled as he joined in the conversation. "I think it's safe to say that there isn't a man alive who doesn't want to bend our little Y/N over and take her for a ride."
"Speaking of rides..." Jeno piped up, placing his hand under your chin and turning your head to meet his eyes, "we have some news to share with you."
Yangyang cleared his throat. "Yeah...we talked about it last night, and decided to take a trip to Busan. We'd thought it would be nice to take a vacation together before school starts."
Jaemin nodded, "We all really wanted to do this. You deserve a nice vacation and this is something that we've been wanting to do for a long time."
"Really? A road trip?" You asked, perking up a bit at the prospect of spending some alone time with the guys.
"Really, really." Haechan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and sat down next to you. "Are you excited?"
You grinned. "Very."
"Okay, great." Haechan kissed you again and then turned his attention to the others. "Well, what do you say, guys? Shall we pack up and hit the road?"
The guys began chattering amongst themselves, discussing what they should bring with them and where they should stop along the way. After they had finally settled on what they were going to bring and where they would stay during their vacation, you stood up from the table and stretched, yawning loudly. "I guess I better get ready for the day. Let me get my bag packed and I'll be ready to go."
"I'll drive today." Jaemin volunteered. "I wanna see if I can break any land speed records."
"Oh yeah?" You asked, feigning surprise. "Should I start counting miles or something?"
He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. When you're not fucking one of us, that is."
You rolled your eyes. "Is sex all you guys think about?"
"Only if it's with you, Y/N." Yangyang winked at you. "But yeah, we can't get enough of your pussy either."
Renjun nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, same here. Those cute tits of yours keep me up at night."
Jeno nodded his head, "That sweet, tight little pussy keeps us up at night too. That pussy is seriously the perfect blend of creamy smoothness and dripping wet, wet nectar. Every time I taste it, it's like I've died and gone to heaven."
You groaned and buried your head in Haechan's chest as he let out a chuckle. "Man, you guys are hopeless."
They all laughed as you walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. You shed your clothes, stepped into the shower, and stood in the hot water as it washed over your skin. With each passing second, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly leaving your body and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.
Just as you started to drift off, a hand suddenly gripped your hip tightly and spun you around so that you were facing Haechan. Burying his face in your wet hair, he whispered huskily in your ear, "Don't fall asleep now, baby. Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Stay awake, okay?"
"Do I finally get some alone time with my Haechannie? Or will the other boys come in and steal me away?" You giggled softly.
"It's just me, love." Haechan said, grabbing the shampoo and dispensing it into his hands. He lathered your hair. "Just you and me."
"I love you, Haechan." You leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
Haechan hummed softly as he continued to wash your hair. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget that."
When Haechan was done rinsing you off, he led you out of the shower and dried you off gently with a large fluffy white towel. Once he was satisfied that you were completely dry, he took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. "Come on, sleepy head. Time to get dressed and get going."
After you had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, Haechan scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to the living room. You watched as he placed you on the couch and hurried over to grab your backpack.
Your stomach grumbled as you looked around the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be occupied with packing their things.
"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Y/N." Renjun announced.
Jaemin smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, babe. Let's go get some food for you. We'll eat breakfast, then load up the car and leave. Sounds good?"
"That sounds great." You replied and cuddled close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, you guys."
"Aw, shucks. Thank you for coming with us." Jeno smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips. "And you know we wouldn't have gone anywhere without you, right?"
Yangyang kissed you on the cheek and pulled you close. "This trip wouldn't have been the same without you. Just remember that."
"I know." You said and gave him a quick hug.
After all of the guys had finished packing up, they gathered around the kitchen table to eat a quick meal before hitting the road. After finishing off a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns, you were stuffed.
"Alright, I think I'm good to go." You laughed as you pushed your plate away from you.
Jeno smiled. "Good, 'cause I don't want to carry you to the car."
You giggled and patted his cheek playfully. "Uh huh, you say that but I know you'd enjoy it too much."
Everyone laughed as you got up from the table and followed Jaemin out of the house. When you reached the driveway, you saw the two cars that were being loaded up.
Haechan opened your door for you and held out his hand. "Ready?"
"Yep!" You grabbed his hand and he helped you climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Before you knew it, you were backing out of the driveway and heading toward Busan.
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As the sky darkened overhead, you glanced outside of the window and noticed that the town had begun to fade into the distance. The mountains that loomed over the valley were growing larger and more prominent, drawing closer and closer until they enveloped the entire landscape, making it impossible to see anything but darkness.
Suddenly, the car stopped moving as Haechan pulled into a rest stop. You watched the other car pull up behind you and soon both vehicles came to a halt.
"Y/N!" Yangyang shouted as he bounded out of the other jeep and made his way to open your door, only to bury his face in your hair. "I missed you."
You patted his head. "Yangyang, we were just separated by cars. It's not the same thing as actually being apart."
Jaemin pouted as he emerged from the driver's side of the other jeep. "Man, he beat me to get Y/N's attention first."
Renjun shrugged and got out of the other jeep, smiling brightly at you. "Well, hello there, cutie. How's my favorite girlfriend doing? Being stuck in the car with Haechan and Jeno didn't make you go crazy?"
You shook your head. "Not even a little bit."
"Good girl." Renjun ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, are you hungry? We have a little while until we reach Busan."
"Actually, I am kind of hungry." You admitted. "What do you guys have?"
"There's some watermelon, grapes and pretzels in the cooler in the trunk." Renjun informed you. "There's also a picnic basket in there with sandwiches and other snacks in it. We also brought along a few bottles of water."
"Sounds delicious." You laughed as you leaned back against the seat. "Now feed me."
Once everyone had finished eating, Haechan switched off the headlights and opened the windows. The cool breeze caressed your cheeks and played with your hair, sending chills down your spine. Your eyes fell upon the mountain range ahead of you and you felt an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder as the deep purple of the night sky glowed eerily in the background. In spite of how dark it was outside, you could clearly make out every detail of the mountains as they rose high above you, looming silently in the night air. The moon cast a gentle glow across the landscape and illuminated every path of its journey, leading you through a picturesque wilderness.
You leaned out the window to watch Yangyang and Renjun converse quietly beside you. Their voices floated through the wind and surrounded you as you listened to the hushed tones of their voices. From time to time, they would look over at you and smile warmly, reassuring you with every glance. You blushed at their constant adoration of you and you tried your best to pay attention to their conversation. They were discussing how busy school was going to be when they returned to Seoul.
"Hey, baby. Are you getting tired?" Haechan whispered softly into your ear.
“Just a little.” You let out a small yawn. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I couldn’t possibly ever be tired.”
Haechan gazed at you lovingly. "Good answer. Let’s take over the backseat when we get back on the road. Jeno can take over the driving while we sleep.”
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.
As soon as the car was in motion again, Haechan crawled into the backseat and tucked you in beside him.
"Sleep well, beautiful." He whispered softly. "Love you."
"I love you too." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.
For the next hour or so, you laid there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. Each time you began to drift off, you would hear a voice murmur softly in your ear, always waking you up within seconds.
"Keep sleeping, baby." Haechan mumbled in between kisses. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."
You closed your eyes, enjoying the casual banter of Haechan and Jeno as they engaged in small talk while Jeno drove. A feeling of contentment flooded your heart as you drifted further and further into dreamland. For once, you were truly relaxed and stress free.
Soon, you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, lulled by the soothing sound of Haechan’s gentle breathing and the hypnotic sway of the car as it raced along the winding roads. All too soon, you were lost in a state of blissful slumber.
When you awoke, you blinked a few times to adjust your vision and slowly turned to find yourself nestled against Haechan’s firm chest. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively, cradling you gently against him. You took a moment to appreciate the comfort of this intimate embrace. To know that someone cared about you so deeply was a truly comforting thought.
You felt the car come to a stop and heard the door unlock as Renjun entered the vehicle. Opening your eyes, you saw Haechan stirring beside you, taking in your awakening state. He quickly moved his arm off of you and rubbed his face as he sat up.
"I guess we've arrived." He mumbled groggily, stretching out his limbs.
You felt Jaemin climb into the car and lean over, handing you a bottle of water. You took a sip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're here."
The other guys started to unload the jeeps and make their way into the little house that you rented out for the duration of your trip. When they had finally finished and piled into the living room, they each gave you hugs.
"Morning, princess." Jeno murmured affectionately. "You looked so peaceful sleeping during the drive. I didn't want to wake you."
You grinned. "Thanks, Jeno. I really needed sleep."
"Of course, Kitten." Renjun walked over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of you."
You smiled at him gratefully and accepted the kiss. “Thank you. I’m so glad I get to spend this week with you guys.”
“We’re so glad you decided to come with us.” Haechan commented as he walked over and knelt down beside you. “It means a lot to us that you agreed to go on this trip."
"I love you all, you know that right?” You sighed happily. “Every single one of you is my family."
"Hi, dumpling." Yangyang kissed you lightly on the lips. "Looks like you slept well."
You cuddled closer to him. "I did. That nap really helped, especially after that long car ride."
Yangyang smiled. "We're happy to hear that."
He took your hand in his and squeezed it. "How about we grab some food now? I'm sure we're all famished from the long drive."
You stood up and stretched. "Sounds good to me."
"Come on, you guys. Let's go." Renjun called as he led the way into the house.
You followed the others inside and waited patiently for them to finish unpacking and preparing breakfast. Soon, the smell of fresh waffles filled the house and your stomach growled loudly. While you enjoyed the waffles, you took the opportunity to give each man another kiss. They each responded happily, basking in your admiration of them.
While you ate, you conversed with everyone else in the group, laughing and talking merrily as you discussed what they planned to do during the trip. Everyone seemed excited to explore Busan and the surrounding areas and you were eager to follow suit. By the time you had finished eating, it was already past noon.
Haechan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a map of the area.
"Okay, since this is the first leg of our trip, we're gonna need to take things easy." Haechan explained. " Let's rest for the rest of the day and we'll start our activities tomorrow. What do you think?"
You paused for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Sounds good to me."
"Alright then." Haechan checked the time. "Jeno, let's put some music on. No reason why we can't have a party while we relax today."
Jeno nodded. "Gotcha."
Within minutes, he was browsing through his playlist and humming a catchy tune. As soon as he had selected a song, the entire group erupted into cheers and applause. Even you joined in with them and sang along with the lyrics.
As the song continued, you made your way over to Jaemin and plopped yourself in his lap. He smiled warmly and took your hands in his.
"Now this is a surprise. Why is my precious angel sitting in my lap?"
"Oh, nothing much." You giggled. "Just wanted to be closer to you."
Jaemin stroked your cheek softly with his thumb and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. "So sweet. You might as well give me some lovin’ now."
You obliged him eagerly, pressing your body tightly against his as you pressed your lips against his own. As soon as your lips met, sparks flew between the two of you and you felt your heart flutter in excitement. After spending a solid ten minutes of making out with him, you reluctantly pulled away, breaking the connection between you two.
Jaemin gently wiped away the remnants of your lipstick and licked his lips suggestively. "Now I'm expecting more of that later."
With a seductive smirk, you ran your hands over his shirt and pressed your lips to his neck, planting kisses against his skin.
"Are you trying to get the other guys jealous?" Jaemin let out a small huff of laughter. "Because I think it's working."
"Oops." You pouted innocently. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away. I can't help it when I'm with you all. My hormones just run wild whenever I'm near you all. It must be because of how hot you are. You turn me on so easily."
"Mmm…" Jaemin leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip playfully. "You're right. How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?"
Your mouth moved away from his, trailing hot kisses down his jawline. As you traced your tongue along his neck, he placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Every touch of your lips against his sent shivers down his spine and heightened the pleasure you both experienced.
"Oh, Y/N…" He moaned as you pulled away. "Seriously...you're making the others jealous."
You looked over at the others and let out a laugh of your own. It appeared that Jeno and Haechan had taken notice of your display and raised their eyebrows. "I think one of them is ready to throw me over their shoulder and carry me to the bedroom."
Jaemin shook his head, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Instead of the bedroom..."
"What are you insinuating, Na Jaemin?" You teased.
Jaemin gestured to the couch cushions. "These cushions look very comfortable..."
You dropped to your knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his pants. Haechan and Jeno watched on in amusement as you undid the button and zipper of Jaemin's jeans.
"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've ever seen." Jaemin chuckled as you slid his jeans and boxers down his legs, exposing his erect cock. "You gonna suck my dick while the others watch? Because I don't mind if you do."
"You like it when I get naughty, Jaemin?" You smirked.
Jaemin shook his head fondly. "I like everything about you, Y/N."
With a seductive grin, you lowered your mouth to his dick and placed your lips around it. You gently sucked on his length, drawing small moans from his throat. With each stroke, you would take a bit more of him into your mouth until you had taken all of him in. The room was silent except for the moans coming from Jaemin's mouth and the slight slurping sound of you bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.
Soon enough you heard Renjun's soft breathing as he took a seat next to Jaemin, his throbbing erection straining against his jeans. He opened his pants and began rubbing himself over his own bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure. Yangyang sat on Jaemin's other side, already fist pumping his own cock. You watched as Jeno let out a low moan, growing hard as you continued sucking on Jaemin's dick. Haechan kneeled next to you, his hands already rubbing your sweet aching nub as he praised you for taking Jaemin's cock so nicely.
Jaemin's eyes rolled back in his head as he grew more and more aroused, letting out guttural cries of pleasure.
Jaemin grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up to meet his thrusting hips. Your tongue fluttered across the tip of his member and you could feel his body shudder with ecstasy.
Jaemin finally came with a loud shout, shooting his hot cum into your mouth. As you greedily swallowed every last drop of semen, Jaemin collapsed back against the cushions and sighed contently.
You were definitely feeling horny now. Especially after seeing how pleased everyone was with you, wanting to reward you for doing such a good job. While Jaemin caught his breath, you went over to Renjun and tugged at his pants. "Now I'm feeling generous."
His eyes widened as you pulled out his hardened cock and brought it to your lips. "You wanna go again, baby?"
"Mmm...I could suck all of your cocks right now if you'd like me to." You said sweetly, running your tongue around the tip of his dick. "But now I want all of your dicks. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, in my hands..."
Renjun's eyes gleamed with lust as he slid his hands under your short top, lifting it up above your breasts. "Well, isn't this quite the sight?"
Renjun stroked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head up towards his face. "It doesn't matter where you put my dick, baby. All that matters is you feeling good."
You glanced over at Haechan and the other guys, each of them slowly taking off their clothes. Jaemin threw one of the throw pillows on the floor, Haechan taking his position to lay down on it. His eyes were fixated on you, watching as you crawled up his body, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sunk down unto his waiting erection, feeling the fullness of him filling your wet slit.
The smell of arousal was thick in the air and everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck. You couldn't help but feel so damn sexy, wearing nothing but a smile as you lay atop Haechan.
Once you had settled down onto his thick length, you looked up into his eyes. "Ready?"
Haechan laughed. "I'm always ready for you, babe."
You closed your eyes and savored the moment, pressing your naked breasts into his chest. Slowly, you began rocking your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of your movement with the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body. Before you knew it, Haechan had his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pounded you harder and faster. You let out muffled whimpers as you arched your back, closing your eyes and soaking in the sensation of being fucked.
You leaned forward, feeling Yangyang positioned himself behind you, his dick lining up with your ass hole.
"Oh fuck." You moaned, feeling both Haechan and Yangyang filling you up. "Yes!"
Yangyang pushed himself deep inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Both of your holes were stretched beyond capacity by the multiple dicks penetrating them. Yet you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was making sure all your boyfriends feel good.
Renjun stood in front of you, dick in hand as he guided it to your mouth. "Open up, kitten. Take my cock."
You obediently opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew, quickly sliding his cock back into your mouth. With a deep moan, Renjun thrust harder and deeper into your throat, causing you to gag slightly.
You reached for Jaemin and Jeno's cocks, taking both in your hands and stroking them in unison. With a series of movements, you worked them both to a state of orgasmic bliss. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room and filled you with joy. You grinned widely, knowing they were enjoying themselves. You all matched each other's pace; Haechan slamming into your pussy, Yangyang pounding your ass, Renjun shoving his dick down your throat and you fist pumping both Jeno and Jaemin.
Before long, the sounds of grunting and groaning echoed throughout the room, intermingling together to create a beautiful symphony of sex. Each of you became completely lost in the moment, no longer caring who was getting what. Only concerned with pleasing your partners and they pleasing you.
"Fuck, Y/N." Haechan growled, his cock buried balls deep inside of you. "Look at how turned on you are. Seeing all us guys take turns fucking you is driving you crazy, isn't it?"
You nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly as you enjoyed the attention of five rock hard cocks.
"I can tell." He said, bringing his head close to yours. "Tell me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how much you love having us inside of you."
You nodded once again, unable to form any words. Your heart raced and your breath quickened.
Haechan smiled lovingly. "That's it, baby. Feel free to say whatever comes to your mind. Even if it's just some naughty words or an animalistic growl."
You felt Jeno replacing Yangyang's spot from behind you, easing his large dick inside of your ass. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"
"God yes!" You cried, biting your lower lip. "It feels amazing! And your dick feels so big inside of me!"
Jeno pumped his hips, filling your ass with his dick. "How does it feel?"
You felt Haechan's hands come to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust deeper into you. "So good...fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Yes."
Jeno pulled out and slammed back into you, his body moving in sync with Haechan. "Let's hear you say it again."
"Ugh. Uhhuhu..." You moaned as the feeling of two dicks sliding in and out of you grew stronger.
Yangyang positioned himself in front of you, his dick slapping against your cheek. "Come on, baby. don't forget about us."
You couldn't help but swallow up his dick, Renjun and Jaemin in your hands at the same time. Your lips parted and you gasped as he pushed his way past your tongue. It felt so warm and good, almost surreal. A delicious mix of sensations rushed through your body, pushing you over the edge into another intense climax.
You moaned and whimpered as the world began to spin around you. This orgasm felt like it lasted forever.
Jaemin and Renjun eyes were locked on you as they stared at you from above, witnessing your passion as they coated your body with their hot jizz. Yangyang couldn't help but hold your head against his cock as he let himself go, grunting loudly as his seed filled your mouth. You felt Jeno's dick stiffen before unloading his cum in your ass and Haechan's cock pulsed several times as he finished filling you up with his seed.
Once the orgasms subsided, the six of you curled up together in the pile of cushions, lazily chatting and caressing each other. Soon, you all fell asleep, lulled by the soft melody of the song playing in the background.
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You awoke to find yourself nestled snugly in Haechan's arms. You stretched your limbs and yawned widely, looking around the room curiously. Everyone was still fast asleep, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting beautiful colors on the sleeping faces of the boys. For a moment, you lingered, content to watch the guys sleep.
You wiggled out of Haechan's embrace and winced from the aftermath of all the fucking and sucking that had happened last night. As you rose to your feet, you saw Renjun stirring beside Haechan. He lifted his head and blinked several times before looking at you. A smile crossed his face as soon as he recognized who it was.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Renjun whispered. "Didn't know you had it in you."
Your cheeks flushed and you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. "No more gangbangs for the next few weeks. I'm so sore."
Renjun laughed quietly. "Aw, poor little thing. Whose fault was it to have everyone all at one time?"
"Shut up." You pouted playfully. "You knew what kind of person you were dealing with."
Haechan stirred and groggily got to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He gazed at you with sleepy eyes and stroked your cheek affectionately.
"Morning, love." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I could crawl into bed and never leave." You answered honestly. "If I ever ask for another gangbang, I need you to intervene. I can't handle it."
Haechan kissed you on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling. If you really don't want to experience another round, I'll make sure that you don't. Promise."
The rest of the guys woke up, each asking how you were feeling from last night. You told them that your legs and back were aching but you otherwise felt fine. Each of them nodded solemnly, having been present during last night's event.
"Sorry, Princess." Jeno muttered. "Maybe next time we won't do it all at once."
"I'm banning sex from all of you." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "Please let my vagina rest."
Everyone burst out laughing, happy to see you feeling better. After breakfast was prepared and served, everyone showered and dressed before heading outside. It was a beautiful day today and it made you glad that they didn't decide to cancel the trip. They had gone swimming earlier in the day, bringing you along to splash around with them. You and the others spent the entire afternoon laying on the beach, soaking up the sun and listening to music. At dinner, you enjoyed the seafood you ordered while watching the waves crash against the sand. By the end of the evening, you couldn't help but fall asleep in Haechan's arms, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves.
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rjunswrld · 10 months
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give you what you want.
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yangyang x thick POC! reader
soft dom! yangyang, oral fixation, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, needy reader & yangyang (ofc), bratty reader, possessive yangyang
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“more! wan’ more!” you gripped onto his hair as he pulled you down lower on his face feeling his mouth latch onto your cunt with his tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly, giving your ass such harsh slaps and making you whine loudly with your body shaking he couldn't help but admire. you were grinding down on his tongue reaching for your third orgasm already dismissing the overstimulation that filled your hypersensitive nub proceeding to have your way with his tongue— and the male below you let you use him for your liking.
you were spoiled by yangyang, so fucking spoiled. he could go on for hours with you using him like this, watching you enjoy yourself on him was all that he needed.
he gave you everything and anything, he made you want him so bad desperately getting whatever you wanted from him as he sat back watching you crumble all over him, knowing he was so good at what he does to please you he grew cocky from it-you relied on yangyang to make you cum whenever and wherever as many times as you wanted, he'd happily give in granting all your wishes. he liked it this way he wanted to be wanted by you and only you- he worshiped you only aiming to please you in any way he possibly could. yangyang does so much for you, he just wants to be your only one.
he's a giver, a huge giver when it came to you and it was only in his nature- nothing made him happier than seeing you happy especially when he is the one who gave that to you, the one who made you feel at your best.
"come on baby, cum for me.."
his voice was muffled, vibrating against you feeling the warmth of his breath radiating on your cunt as he attached his lips around your engorged bud sucking onto it and letting his tongue lick you head on resulting you to shake uncontrollably with squeals and blabber falling past your lips, his tongue never coming to a halt flicking over you repeatedly sending those delicious shockwaves through your body that you couldn't control. your chest heaving as he gripped tightly on your thighs that were placed beside his head keeping you down on him, slapping them occasionally before squeezing onto them. "w-wanna cum yangyang! make me cum!" you panted feeling him smirk against you as he eyed you from under, loving the view that only he was able to see from you.
so cum worthy he could feel his dick aching in his sweats but he refused to be distracted by his needs; you came first no matter how long it took it was his rule and what he believed in regardless. he proceeded to attack your clit with breathless moans of profanities coming from you, gripping onto your boob with your free hand as you threw your head back in such satisfaction of your boyfriend pleasing you so perfectly.
"please please just like that-" feverishly, feeling your thighs tremble around his head with his hands gliding up the sides of your shimmering body slowly as he focused on your face that contorted into a blissful and pleasurable expression, you looked so fucking sexy like this. he reached for your hand that groped over your boob, interlocking them together as you began rocking your hips over him. his nose brushing against your clit repeatedly making you clench around nothing, shivering with squeals of his name coming from you. moaning towards the ceiling with your head thrown back increasing your pace as he rested his tongue against you to ride making such a mess on him.
"m’cumming!"
you groaned feeling yourself erupt against his wet muscle, clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your hips twitched with loud moans and whines filling in for the decreasing noise of the bed squeaking slightly. you rode out your climax completely fucked out and too sensitive to have another you removed yourself from around his head to lay down next to the male whose face glistened with your aftermath of intense orgasms back to back.. he loved being such a mess because of you.
"aw, baby you're done already?"
"t-tired.."
you were dazed and too worn out to even think of another orgasm. your light panting and eyes fighting to stay open you stared up at the ceiling letting the cool air cool you down blowing directly on the sweat laying against your hairline. you felt so good and completely on cloud9 you were sure you were gonna get a good night's rest tonight, but since you had your turn.. it's only fair for yangyang to have a turn right?
"i'll take care of you, baby.. let me take care of you.."
he whispered gripping your jaw to place a sloppy wet kiss on your lips that you immediately accepted, tasting yourself on him as his tongue swirled around yours with your hand tangled in his disheveled hair to bring him closer to you. he positioned himself between your legs feeling your body pressed up against his he reached for your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he began grinding down his clothed cock over your sensitive cunt that continued to leak for him. "i'll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty okay?" he smirked as you nodded tiredly with a smile creeping up on your flustered face. you closed your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before rising from your embrace to undo his sweats, and with the lack of underwear, he didn't have to undress himself any further.
he spread your legs for him making you look up at the male who was once under you, stroking his cock as he bit his lip checking you out slowly taking in your beauty as your eyes glistened at him swearing he saw sparkles at the locked eye contact you both shared.
he bit his lip as he aligned himself with your hole by core memory with his eyes refusing to leave yours, rubbing his leaking tip along your wetness sharing and mixing your essence making you whimper softly at the sensitivity your cunt was filled with. "shh, baby i got you.." you nodded sheepishly as he pushed himself into your hole sucking him inside he couldn't help but moan at the warmth of you, being sucked deeper and deeper into you he watched himself disappear with the squelching sound of your pussy eating him up.
"mm always feel so good.." he grunted pushing the rest of himself in until he bottomed out, feeling your hole flutter around him letting little noises escape you as he leaned down kissing your jaw whilst rolling his hips and feeling his dick move deeper into you. you moaned feeling his tongue run along your neck up to your ear, running over the many piercings you couldn't help but shudder. "fuck me already"
you whined out feeling him chuckle into your neck, pulling away to push one of your thighs up against your body before thrusting into you. you gripped onto the sheets feeling him thrust in and out of you picking up the pace little by little, moaning out at how good he made you feel.
"anything for you lovely"
he threw your leg over his shoulder gripping onto your hips to meet his thrust leaving you a breathless mess, tiddies bouncing at every harsh movement with incoherent blabbering coming from you. he reached to rub your clit feeling your body fall into that same bottomless pit of pleasure, clenching onto him keeping him locked inside to use him till you came, he couldn't help but whimper fucking into you at an animalistic pace.
"pussy all fucking mine"
he was on edge already feeling his orgasm creep up on him, after the long wait of dying to be inside of you he couldn't help it that he was so close to cumming already, with no thoughts in mind.
"please, please! wanna cum!" you whined feeling his thumb rub around your clit faster with his thrusts keeping an unbelievable pace driving you completely crazy. drilling his dick into you, rearranging your guts making you cry out as you felt yourself come undone on his cock, crying and panting heavily as he knocked the air out of your lungs.
"fuck yeah baby" he panted keeping his harsh grip on your thighs now chasing his high.
"gonna give all of me to you, gonna fill you up so g-good-" with a few harsh thrusts, he felt himself cumming deep into you, slamming his hips slowly into you letting out a long dragged out 'fuck' with his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his brows furrowed, and mouth parted.. he felt so fucking good because of you. all because of you.
"full.."
you whined out feeling yourself grow weaker and weaker, with no use in fighting sleep as he sighed in pure relaxation pulling out slowly keeping his eyes glued to your abused cunt- this was his favorite part, the part where he got to watch his nut slip out of you. gushing out only to slip down onto the mattress, your hole clenching trying to keep him inside he couldn't help but moan at how delicious your pretty pussy looked right now-a drooling sight to say the least.
“my pretty baby."
⭐︎
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star-suh · 6 months
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will you ever give me winwin and yangyang with top male leader
Cruisin' for a Fuckin'
winwin & yangyang x male reader
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cw: top m reader, verse winwin. bottom yangyang, double penetration, cruising, public sex, unprotected sex, breeding, yangyang is a bit needy, pwp, cum eating.
an: no idea if the title makes sense but it just came to my mind and it sounded cool there lol.
y/n was using a dating app as an easy way to find a hookup, lucky him, he found not only one but two people to spend a heated night, "i've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly" yangyang said to him after seeing his dick pics "don't worry, that ass is gonna eat good tonight" answered y/n "do you mind if i bring a friend with me?". "as long as you give me your cock i don't care" replied yangyang.
the three agreed to meet in a park with huge trees and bushes that made a perfect place to give in to their horny desires. "this is very exciting," says winwin, "just thinking that someone can see us gives me a lot of adrenaline" murmured yangyang. "calm down you hoes, if you both keep talking someone might discover us" says y/n "use that pretty mouth for better things" he continued pushing yangyang down and pushing his face to his bulge, yangyang like a bitch in heat was sniffing and feeling the heat of y/n's cock "it's not gonna suck by itself" says y/n looking down at yangyang with a raised eyebrow. the man didn't wait for more and went straight to unzip the top's pants, pulled down the underwear and started to lick the cock, up and down.
winwin and y/n started to kiss with the later massaging the bulge of the other guy, "go help my friend down there" whispered y/n, winwin obeyed and went down to suck cock along yangyang. both licking a side of the cock and occasionally kissing between them with the cock in the middle of their mouths, "such good sluts i found" thought y/n who was trying to contain his moans. when the cock was coated fully in saliva yangyang begged to be fucked first "i need you right now.. please" he says whining "then what are you waiting for? hop on this cock" says y/n slapping it against his hand. with no hesitation the bottom put all of it inside him at once "woah… a greedy one" mentioned winwin who was jerking off. skin slapping sounds filled that part of the park at this point they didn't care if they get caught, they want just to cum and use each other for pleasure. minutes later y/n was fucking winwin while he was fucking yangyang "such a tight hole fuck" grunted y/n "fuck it until it gets the shape of your cock" said winwin, "right there fuck~" says yangyang feeling the man's cock brushing his prostate. some minutes passed and y/n lifted yangyang with the help of winwin and put his cock inside the hole waiting for winwin to do the same "let's stretch this hole together" says winwin "we're gonna fill you up so good that you gonna come back asking for more". tears streamed down yangyang's eyes he had never felt so excited and horny in his life, fuck it, he loves those cocks and would do anything for them "fuck yes please, fill me up, re-arrange my insides, do what you want but just start to thrust already" he says making both guys laugh "so needy for our cocks, what a slut" says y/n who was playing with yangyang's nipples. "as you wish" answered winwin who thrusted first making yangyang squirm "you like it?" asks winwin licking yangyang's neck. "bet he does" says y/n jerking off yangyang.
the guy was so cock drunk that he started to says nonsenses "who's a good cocksleeve?" asked y/n cupping yangyang's face "is-ishh me?" said the bottom with hooded eyes and drool spilling form his mouth, "of course you are" answered the top then both kissed. the thrust started to get sloppier. signaling that both tops are about to cum and they did inside of yangyang when they pull out the cum dripped down his hole and fell to the ground, winwin sucked on his hole making sure to leave the hole clean while y/n was sucking and jerking yangyang to make him cum, seconds later he cums in y/n's mouth who swallowed it all "tasty" he says to yangyang and then kisses his forehead.
yangyang was to tired so they decided to sit on a bench and let the guy rest a bit there. "is your friend ok?" asked a lady who passed by "oh yes he is" winwin quickly replied "don't worry he's just tired" he smiled at the lady who resumed his walking "he just got his insides re-arranged" mocked y/n laughing along with winwin.
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taehyuncult · 3 months
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first time with yangyang !!
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inexperienced!yangyang x experienced!reader
warnings : mild corruption, oral (male recieving), virgin!yangyang, fem!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3)
why this is on my mind ?? not sure but here we are (bc yangyang is SO FINE!! -kisa)
~ arisa ~
NSFW UNDER THE CUT , MINORS DNI
when it comes to you, yangyang is shy… not that he feels like he can’t talk to you or that he doesn’t trust you, in reality he trusts you more than anyone else, but he’s afraid to mess anything up in your relationship, because he can’t even begin to fathom a life without you. after six months of dating, he still gets butterflies when he sees you. he still blushes when you reach to grab his hand. he still giggles when you place a kiss on his cheek. it’s as if everyday is the first time he’s met you. he knows you are his and he is yours, yet he still does everything he can to constantly impress you. he knows you lost your virginity, and you know he still has his, but something about tonight has you wanting more of him, wanting all of him. maybe it’s the way he opens every door before you can even begin to reach for it. maybe it’s the way the city lights shine in his eyes. maybe it’s the way he intently stares at you when he thinks you aren’t paying attention. whatever it is, it brings a burning desire to your heart.
it was a simple walk around the city, walking in and out of shops, maybe buying something inside, maybe not. there’s really nothing that should have brought your current thoughts to your mind, but there’s something about yangyang that just brings out that side of you. of course, you’ve always respected the fact that he has not experimented sexually, and you assured him that you will wait until he’s ready, and that’s a promise you intend to keep. what you don’t know is that yangyang is actually thinking the same things. thinking about the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you sound, all of it. truth be told, he’s been thinking about it for a while, but he wants the moment to be right, it is his first time after all…
after spending the day out and about, the two of you return to your apartment, ordering take out for dinner, with the intention of starting a movie night. since you have returned to your apartment, you’ve noticed a change in his demeanor, seeing more timid than ever. the two of you eat, now sitting on the couch in his arms with your back against his chest, searching for a movie. his fingers brush against your neck, moving some strands of hair away, something that is not out of the ordinary, as he loves leaving little innocent kisses on your neck. still looking for a movie, you feel his lips connect to your bare skin, lingering a little longer than the normal gentle peck he leaves you with. taking your attention away from the tv, you glance at him. as soon as you lock eyes with him, you know what’s on his mind. you know what he wants, but still, you wait for his words.
“baby, you okay?”
“i-um… yeah…”
“what is it?”
“i want you… all of you.”
searching his eyes for any sign of unsure feelings, all you find is pure love and desire. your movements are slow, leaning in and capturing his lips between yours, trying your hardest to move at a pace that is comfortable for him. deepening the kiss, you gently turn and climb onto his lap, with your legs straddling his waist. passionately kissing each other as if it’ll be the last time, you feel his cock growing underneath you. grinding your hips against him, you hear gentle moans escaping him. pulling away, you search again for unsure feelings, only to find eager, hungry eyes, unable to leave your lips.
before you know it, your lips are locked together in a kiss full of passion and lust. his hands start to wander your body, gently grabbing your hips, and you rock back and forth against him. he moves underneath you, as the two of you are now laying down on the couch. you pull away briefly.
“are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“yes baby, there’s nobody else i would want my first time to be with.”
returning to his lips, your hands now wandering his body, noticing how sensitive he is in certain spots, noting every reaction he gives you. you start messing with the waistband of his sweats, now with your lips locked to his neck. swiftly taking off his clothes, you work your lips down his chest, taking note of his heavy breathing, the closer you get to his hips.
he lays there in anticipation as you move closer to his cock, gasping as you lightly grab his boner. slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, you look at him one last time, only to see pleasure and desire in his eyes. taking that as your green light, you slowly continue moving your hand up and down, as he breathes heavily in pleasure. trying your best to keep your own composure, you start leaving kisses on his length, working your way up to his sensitive tip. he signs in pleasure and lets out a small groan as your lips gently press against him. your composure begins to falter, as you slowly take him in your mouth, earning a gasp and a small wimper from him. your mouth moves around his cock slowly at first, making sure that he is comfortable before you take all of him down your throat. looking at him as you continue moving your mouth up and down against him, he grabs your hair to keep it out of the way.
“s-so good, fuck, feels s-so g-good baby. d-don’t… don’t stop.”
his words encouraging you to move faster. with his hands in your hair you move at a slightly faster pace, this time your hand following the movements of your mouth. as he feels your lips and your hand moving against his cock, yangyang is in pure ecstasy.
“b-baby fuck, i-im gonna…”
he can’t even finish his sentence before he fills your mouth with his sweet tasting cum. grunting and squirming as he releases himself in your mouth.
“how was that baby?”
you ask with your hoarse voice, searching his face for any discomfort.
“s-so good. c-can we do m-more?”
“you want more? only because you asked so nicely.”
you take off your sleep shorts, sliding your panties off, teasing him as you strip naked in front of him. as he watches you, he can’t help but pull you closer to him, exploring your bare body with his bare hands, memorizing every curve. he’s completely and utterly mesmerized by you, finding that he can’t get enough of you. of the way you feel. of the way you make him feel.
“you want more, my love?”
“yes, i want all of you.”
he says this with more confidence than ever. you climb back onto his lap grinding your hips against him, moaning lightly as his cock rubs against your folds.
“are you sure?”
“yes, i want to hear your pretty moans. i want to feel you around me. i want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
he says in between kisses trailing from your neck, down to your chest, leaving marks on your bare chest. granting his wishes, you align your pussy to his cock and slowly lower yourself around him, moaning in pleasure as his cock fills you perfectly, as if you were made for him. you start increasing your pace, moving your self as his cock moves in and out of you. his head rolls back as you move against him, completely pussy drunk as you pleasure him more than he’s ever known.
finally after all of your efforts you lose your composure, moving faster against him, moaning as his dick stuffs your cunt. he moans against your skin as he plays with your titties that are bouncing in his face. grabbing and groping your bare skin, he moves his mouth around one of your nipples while his hand plays with the other. throwing your head back you sound so sweet to him, as your moans fill the room like music to his ears. he moans against your skin as he continues to leave deep marks against your breasts.
“fuck yangyang, you feel so good, does it feel good baby? do you feel good?”
“so, so g-good b-baby, d-don’t stop”
“you’re such a good boy yangyang, s-so good for m-me, fuck.”
a melody of moans from the two of you fills the air, as you feel the tension in your stomach building.
“b-baby. i-im gonna cum”
you barely make out the words before the knot in your stomach unravels and your release starts. seeing this, yangyang tightly grabs your hips moving himself in and out of you to ride out your high. moaning more than before, you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy, knowing he’s at his breaking point. you get off of him, wrapping your mouth around his sensitive cock, deep throating his length. he holds your head in place as he thrusts in and out of your mouth until he releases his seed down your throat, finishing with a long satisfied sigh.
you fall next to him onto the couch, pulling a blanket over the two of you, basking in the moment with him. he turns to face you, tracing his finger along your hairline, moving any hair out of your face, so that he can look deeply into your eyes. still catching his breath, he smiles as he looks at you with nothing but pure adoration and content.
“i love you”
“i love you too yangyang”
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ocean-ai · 26 days
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Day 10 - Yangyang
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Pairings: Yangyang x Female reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,327
Warnings: Couch sex (lol), switch reader, (??), dirty talk, cum
It was the morning after Christmas and you were cuddled up in bed. Blankets were keeping you warm as your bedroom was cold. The heater turned on during the night, but it still wasn’t warm enough. You soon realized it wasn’t warm enough because your boyfriend wasn’t lying next to you. Sighing you rolled over and got up. The cold air hits your body since you slept in a tank top and shorts. You shivered, before grabbing a sweater - his sweater, and walking into the living room. 
That’s where you found him, on the couch, playing the new game you had given him last night. You smiled to yourself before sitting down next to him. He paused the game and turned to you, “Good morning, baby.” 
You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a sleepy kiss. “Good morning, Yangyang.” His plump lips felt so soft and pillowy, you loved kissing him. “It’s cold without you,” you pouted. 
He chuckled. “I can warm you up,” then he moved your bodies on the couch so that you were sitting on his lap, legs on either side of him. While this may not have been what you had in mind, you weren’t going to complain. 
“Yangyang,” you said, your mind racing at what was about to happen next with your cute boyfriend. You felt his hips move against your own, feeling his cock against your center. Your shorts and panties were thin so you were able to feel everything. You moved along with him, feeling yourself become more aroused with each passing second. Yangyang’s hands were on your hips, helping guide you to where he wanted you. 
Your breathing became heavy when you realized he was hard and straining against his sweatpants. His cock rubbing against your clit through your clothing felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. But, being the little fucker that Yangyang is, he stopped once he realized where you were at this moment. “Enjoying yourself, darling?” Yangyang said, a cocky tone in his voice. 
He knew the power he had over you and it drove you crazy. You wanted to be the one to make him flustered, but it just never worked. You tried to think of a witty comeback, but Yangyang unexpectedly thrust his hips up, making you moan out loud. There goes that idea. 
Giving in to Yangyang, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him as you moved against him again. Moaning into your kiss as you felt just how hard he had become. You stopped your movements and took off your tank top, revealing your breasts to Yangyang. He smirked before he removed his hands from your hips and started to knead your breasts. 
His fingers were on your nipples, hardening them. Your nipples were sensitive and every movement he made on them went straight to your core. You moaned softly, your hands now in his hair, tugging slightly. Yangyang latched his lips to one of your nipples and you moaned again, smiling to yourself at how your boyfriend pleasured you. 
You rocked your hips, but Yangyang had one hand on you and stopped you. “I think that’s enough teasing,” he said before leaning his head up to kiss you. He was very hard and at this point, he needed to fuck you. You smiled at your cute boyfriend before you shimmied out of your shorts and he took off his sweatpants. When you were back in his lap, he took his shirt off and you two were both naked. 
You looked down at his cock, his tip was swollen, red and dripping with precum. You locked eyes with him as you wet your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping his shaft slowly. As bad as you wanted him inside you, you liked having this sense of control, even if it was just for a minute. 
It didn’t take long for Yangyang to sigh in frustration and that was enough for you. You lined his tip with your entrance and you teased the both of you. His cock head rubbing against your slit and up to your clit. You moaned, loving the way this felt. Teasing Yangyang was always fun, and god did it feel good. But you knew sooner or later you’d both become impatient. 
Yangyang’s nails were digging into your hips and you knew that all he wanted was to be inside you. So you gave him what he wanted and sunk down on his cock. He groaned and threw his head back on the couch, leaving his neck open for you. You kissed along his neck and jawline as you adjusted to his cock. Which didn’t take long. 
You felt so full and complete now that Yangyang was inside you. You moved your hips up and down, slowly riding his cock. His hands on your hips, helping your movements. Yangyang was so cute, but boy did he know how to fuck. He moved his own hips in time with yours, making you moan loudly. 
You held on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you moved a little faster. The new pace was just what you wanted. As much as you enjoyed riding him slowly, you were beyond horny. Taking your time was the last thing on your mind. The combination of his messy hair, and how he looked underneath you was enough to get you off. 
Yangyang’s cock was deep inside you, hitting you in every right spot. Since you could never really be in charge, Yangyang made sure his thrusts up into you were harsh and intense. He loved seeing you fall apart on top of him. He timed his hips perfectly with yours; you two knew exactly what you both liked. 
You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him as you bounced up and down on his cock. He moaned into your kiss when you clenched around him. You felt so good on him that he never wanted this to end. If he could fuck you forever, he would. You felt his cock twitch inside you and you moaned, pulling away from your kiss. 
Your hips were starting to falter as you were getting closer to your orgasm. “Yangyang,” you moaned again. He kissed your neck before he carefully moved your bodies so that your back was now against the couch. Yangyang was on top of you, hooking one of your legs on his arm and thrusting deep inside you. The new position and angle made him hit your spot repeatedly. You were practically screaming at this point and it sounded so sweet to Yangyang. 
You reached your hand down to play with your clit as Yangyang’s hips were relentless. The added pleasure of you rubbing your clit with Yangyang fucking you into the couch had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. All the came out of your mouth was his name and random babbles of how good he was making you feel. “Yangyang I’m so close!” You said between thrusts. 
The image of you underneath him and your hand on your clit was making him close to his own finish. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said before leaning and kissing your neck. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” 
You whined at his dirty words and after a few more harsh thrusts inside you, your orgasm took over your entire body. You couldn’t even make a sound, you just let the pleasure win. You held onto Yangyang as he rode out your orgasm. 
He kissed your lips before he pulled out of you and jerked himself off. He quickly pumped his shaft before he came on your stomach and you giggled feeling it land on your skin. 
Yangyang couldn’t hold himself up anymore and he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. “You’re the best gift to wake up to,” 
He chuckled. “You too,”
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galacticseonghwa · 5 months
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Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?
Thank you.
i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3
WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time
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INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward
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mondaycoffee · 2 years
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Paint Nails n’ Get RAILED!
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pairing: yangyang x reader
genre: f x m, smut, crack
word count: 16.6k
summary: At the suggestion of Dr. Lee, you find yourself setting up an appointment at Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go, Neo Therapy Practitioners’ very own nail bar! However, when you discover just how freaking expensive it is to get your nails done these days, your tech has an offer that you find difficult to refuse.
warnings: everyone has a foul mouth, so here’s your language warning! yangyang’s a little shit. he has his nails painted + a tramp stamp bc fuck gender conformity. there’s probably gonna be inaccuracies when it comes to pricing, but it’s supposed to sound ridiculous. also some inaccuracies about how a nail bar is run bc i don’t work at one </3
smut warnings: he’s a total perv, some switch!yang elements. [ wet dream: consent is not voiced (please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable, do what’s best for you!), fingering (f), dry humping. ] foot fetish (im sorry, i just had to), oral (f), unprotected sex, hand stuff....
a/n: i am so, so, so, so thankful for z!!! she deserves so much love, and i hope i make her proud! also, sorry abt the length!!! i can’t shut up for some reason lmfao, i swear i only estimated this fic to be 7k at first…
taglist: @bubblegumjeon @mrkis @luxebeautystyle @vantxx95 @ablackbtsstan @multihoe-net @seraphinealana @cheryltooy96 @aquamxrina let either me or z know if you want to be added!
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Previously, on “Step on a Crack, Dr. Lee’s Gonna Break Your Back!”
Taking his right hand out of his pocket, he presents you with a business card. A complete contrast to the simplicity of Jeno’s, a completely black square with red accents. Before you get a chance to read what’s written, he speaks again. “That’s my colleague here at the complex. He’s actually right across the hall.”
Now given the opportunity, you find that Jeno has referred you to a nail bar. “And what is this treat you’re offering?”
“Well, if you’re ever interested in getting a manicure or pedicure, you’ll want to go to him. He’s the best in town, nobody does nail art like him,” He chuckles. “Let me know if you’re interested. I’ll ask him to give you a discount.”
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You stare at the sun from your bedroom window, watching diligently as it falls beyond the horizon. Transfixed even as it paints vibrant splotches across your vision. Blue, green, and purple abstract shapes swimming freely, colors only intensifying when you finally close your eyes and fall back onto your comforter.
Upon impact, you stretch out your limbs to brush the dying beams of light with your fingertips, cat-like, and fully indulge yourself in its warmth. The feeling is unparalleled, the type of relaxation that can be only achieved after working a long day in the cubicles. And it’s here, basking within the sun’s warmth, that you realize just how comfortable your life has become.
Up until a few months ago, moments like these were few and far in between. You were plagued by the pain day in and day out, currents of electricity shooting up and down your spine at the slightest movement, sparking throughout each of your nerve endings. It was enough to make you irritable, and you found yourself taking it out on everyone around you. Without the help of your helpful (read: annoying) coworker, you would have never addressed your issue. You’re not the type of person to seek out help for anything, no matter how dire.
Or, at least, you never used to be.
That was until you met Dr. Jeno Lee, a chiropractor overflowing with sophisticated charm and know-how. His reputation and expertise preceded him, and you cannot doubt its validity even for a second. He did fix you after all– just not necessarily in the way you had initially expected. Did he cure your alignment issues? Yes, ten sessions came and went without a single hitch. Did he blow your back out on the eleventh and every single appointment after that? Also yes.
It is surprisingly easy to get used to an arrangement like that. On top of that, Jeno is genuinely a really good guy. So good, in fact, that when he clarified with you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship and wished to focus on his career, you couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad at him. Sometimes things just happen that way, and you can respect his honesty.
It’s a good thing that you have going on with him, really good. And now that you’ve been properly taken care of, it’s admittedly harder for you to accept anything less. Yet you still seek that kind of quality within other people; you expect it and get let down each and every time. But it’s not like you’re lonely– you still see Jeno as often as you can. However, he is a rather busy man, and you find it difficult to booty call him, even on your most desperate of nights. Not because he is unwilling, but because he works so hard. Your conscience weighs in quite heavily, convincing you to type and ultimately unsend your messages each and every time.
Without Jeno as a secure outlet for your growing sexual frustration, you find yourself returning to the dating pool. A mistake, really, but what other choices do you have? Your free time has been filled with numerous blind dates, men met on dating apps or through friends, coworkers…but all of them seemed to fall short of the mark in one way or another. Whether that be due to their maturity (or lack thereof), or even something as simple as a failed connection, your attempts at finding love come to an embarrassing conclusion each and every time.
Perhaps the most woeful aspect of this whole ordeal was the absence of a fulfilling sex life. With your chiropractor, you found each and every one of your needs met and exceeded with incredible precision. However, outside of him, your suitors were unsatisfactory in, arguably, the most important area: the bedroom. Much to your disappointment, you had a knack for attracting partners who never seemed to know what to do. Men who wouldn’t know what the clitoris looked like if they had an anatomically correct model to compare it to, only fucking to their own completion before calling it a night.
Maybe before meeting Jeno, you would have accepted this sort of treatment as a reality. And just maybe you could have tricked yourself into being happy. But. unfortunately, it appears that lackluster intercourse no longer does it for you, even to the point of faking orgasms so that you can escape from unsatisfactory dates. You don’t even have it in you to finish yourself off when you get home anymore, all but collapsing when you drag yourself inside, feeling hollow and wholly unsatisfied. Despite having been fucked better than ever before, your appointments with the kind Dr. Lee has brought you more problems than you arrived with– the only blessing being your perfectly-aligned back.
All it took was a ring of your cellphone to bring you out of your stupor, and you fish for its location on your bed without opening your eyes. Digits finally brushing the device, you bring it up to your face to squint at the contact. Who would dare call you at this time of night? The moon begins to shine full and unobstructed into your room, a cool breeze rushing in through your open window and ruffling your curtains as you rise to a sitting position. On the third (maybe fourth?) ring, you finally register the name on display– Lee Donghyuck.
You cannot seem to free yourself from him, even outside of work he is rather demanding of your time and attention. Hell, your job should give you an official babysitting title at this rate. Without another second of thought, you tap the green circle to silence your ringtone…noticing too late that you had been FaceTimed, not called as you had assumed.
Haechan, you little– “Oh hey, took you long enough! Whatcha doing? Oh, who am I kidding, you’re not doing…any…thing…” He drags out the last word, eyes roaming your face through the screen. “Oh my God. No offense, but you look terrible.”
“It’s nice speaking to you too, Haechan.” If the tone of your voice isn’t a dead giveaway as to how you’re feeling, you’re sure the roll of your eyes perfectly punctuates it.
You watch as your coworker flops down onto his own bed, brown hair falling back and revealing an unblemished forehead. Producing a snack from somewhere off camera, he crunches noisily with a cheeky grin. “What? Did you expect me to lie to you? Me??”
“No, but you could’ve at least had the decency to sugarcoat it for me. Asshole.” 
He pouts his lips at you. “Come on, what’s a little honesty between friends?”
You push out a loud sigh, letting the device fall to the bed and effectively putting Haechan out of sight. “What were you calling me about anyway?” Rolling over onto your stomach, you switch on your lamp to illuminate your room. “You didn’t call me just to insult me, did you?”
“Oh yeah!” Haechan says, voice now muffled by your mattress. “I was just calling to ask you how your appointments with J-Dog have been going, it’s been awhile since you’ve mentioned him.”
“J…J-Dog?”
“Um, yeah? Lee Jeno? Dr. Dreamy? Your chiropractor? The guy you see more often than your own family???”
You grab your phone to shoot him a disapproving look, propping it up against your headboard so you can see him. On the other side of the screen, your coworker wriggles his brows suggestively. “No, yeah, I got who you meant the first time. I could have gone my entire life without hearing you call him that.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull. “Say that you don’t understand bromances without saying you don’t understand them.”
“He’s not your bro.”
“Okay, agree to disagree. Besides, you haven’t really answered my question.”
That’s the whole point, you’re trying to avoid his question. “It’s going well, my back is on the mend.” You explain, hooking your thumbnail under one of your front teeth. “We’re down to one appointment per month now. Mostly maintenance, just to make sure nothing flares back up.”
Haechan whistles, “Ah, you’re going through withdrawals. That’s why you’re acting so sensitive, right?”
“I am not.” Okay, maybe a little.
“Well? What are you going to do with all of this free time you have now? You’re a free woman!”
Oh, that’s right! A lightbulb flickers on inside of your head, and you slide off of your bed in pursuit of your purse. From the other side of the room, you can hear him call for you, loudly whining and asking what you’re doing. Despite hearing him, you decide to ignore him in favor of unzipping the bag and fishing through it for the object plaguing your mind– the business card you had received from Jeno all that time ago. You really should clean this thing out once in a while. After a few beats, your fingers finally brush the edge of a black square and you pluck it free from the mess, thumbing across the raised, scarlet lettering– Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go!
Bingo!
You tiptoe back over to your bed, finally making your way back into Haechan’s line of sight. “Where did you go in such a hurry?” He questions, your knees coming into contact with the mattress.
“Ah, sorry about that! I just remembered that Dr. Lee gave me something after one of my appointments.” You explain, lifting the card and waving it back and forth to gain his interest. “You reminded me.”
Within the screen, the man squints at the object in your grasp, trying in vain to make out the letters. Despite not being able to read it, he offers an impish smile, pressing his face to his pillow. “Yangyang, huh? Finally gonna do something about those nails of yours?”
How could he know that? You didn’t even let him get a good look at it! “You know him?”
“Yeah,” Haechan shrugs, bringing his free hand up to the camera. “I go there at least once a month to get my nails shaped.”
His hands do look rather well-kept. Nails rounded and trimmed to sit just below his fingertips, cuticles cleanly pushed back. Who knew that someone like him cared so much about small details like those? 
You tear your gaze away from his hand, deciding to read the card in your hand aloud before sitting it aside. “Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go, Perfect Nails Without Fail? Why is everyone being so cheesy, is this a competition to see who can come up with the worst slogan?”
Withdrawing his hand from your line of sight, your coworker only offers a chuckle at your despair. “What makes you suddenly want to go get your nails done? Feeling self-conscious of your atrocious nail beds?”
“First of all, fuck off. Second of all, a friend of mine is getting married in a few weeks and I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid.” You’re also supposed to bring a date, but you don’t mention that part. “Besides, Dr. Lee mentioned that he could get me a discount if I got my nails done by his friend. Everything just aligned perfectly!”
“A discount?” He frowns playfully, narrowing his eyes at you. “Why didn’t I hear anything about that? This can’t be pretty privilege, or I would’ve at least heard about it!”
You flop over onto your back with a scowl and raise the phone screen to your face, hovering your thumb over the red circle that would end the call. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t hang up on you right now.”
“Because you love me?”
Click.
Your phone, still resting next to you from the call you just ended, dings, bringing your full attention to the texts you receive. Filing in, one at a time, all paired with that same annoying sound.
Lee Donghyuck (work): How dare you 😤😤
Lee Donghyuck (work): I expect an apology by tomorrow. Preferably in the form of a steaming cup of coffee on my desk.
Lee Donghyuck (work): OH and a donut 🍩🫶
You: We’ll see about that! 🤭
You: Goodnight, sleep well!
Lee Donghyuck (work): Night 💤💤
Sighing, you trade the cellphone in your hand for the business card cast aside during your earlier conversation. Upon further inspection, you notice that, while Dr. Lee attached the number for the front desk to his business card, it appears that the telephone number listed on this new card is different.
A personal phone number perhaps?
Well, that would make sense, a nail tech is not exactly a “professional” in the literal sense like a chiropractor. He could afford to be more relaxed in his practice, offering a more comfortable and personable approach to his work. His lack of professionalism is further solidified when you notice that he has each of his social media accounts attached to the card– all using the same handle: nails_by_yang.
You can’t help but feel curious. After all, Jeno didn’t really give you a chance to check him out before you showed up to his office. Yangyang, however, made it easy. Almost too easy. Tucking yourself snuggly under your covers, you allow your curiosity to get the better of you, pecking his user into Instagram.
You’re not sure what you expected to see upon viewing his account, but it most certainly wasn’t this. Of course there are a few pictures of his work, that was to be expected. Some nail art and the like, showing off his talent and progress. And admittedly, it is rather impressive. However, you didn’t expect that this would double as his personal account, displaying pictures of his day-to-day life and, most importantly, him.
Nestled between a picture of a particularly intricate, bejeweled acrylic set and some delicate, hand-painted nail art is a photo of him. Even from the thumbnail on the carousel of pictures, you can just tell he’s attractive and that he’s fully aware of the fact. It’s pretty safe to assume that his Instagram is a key part of his marketing strategy at this point, especially with a face like his. Almost shamelessly you find yourself feeding into the clickbait, tapping on the photo under the guise of curiosity.
The photo’s setting is admittedly plain, just a chair and an unblemished white wall filling up the area where he’s sat. Yangyang, who appears to be at the photo’s center, sits on the lone prop, thick thighs spread alluringly and hips jutting forward to assure comfort. His palm rests at the apex with a firm splay of fingers, sending your mind straight to the gutter. Your eyes rake his body, unabashedly taking in the visual of his gray sweats and plain white tee– nothing too daring,but fitted enough to entice. Paired with dyed-gray hair and “fuck me” eyes, you just know that this guy is gonna be a problem.
When you’re finally able to pull your gaze from the photo, you shake your head in an attempt to ground yourself. There’s no way you’re going to be able to face him confidently tomorrow with the thoughts consuming your tired mind. You swipe out of the app entirely and turn off your phone, switching off the lamp on your bedside table and surrendering the room to darkness…blissfully unaware that you misclicked on the way out, changing the color of the heart on the post from white to red.
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Your eyes flutter open as a cool, steady hand runs up your bare torso, leaving a flood of goosebumps in its wake.
Night maintains its claim on your bedroom, full moon the only light source within. You lay tucked warmly underneath your blanket, and, having been sleeping on your side, stare out your open window. It’s warm under the covers, but you feel the familiar, chilled glide of sheets against bare skin. Strangely enough, you don’t remember getting undressed. That realization alone should frighten you, but the absence of adrenaline pumping through your veins aids in steeling your nerves. You feel disarmingly safe, but that unmistakable feeling of a palm lingering on your skin, rhythmically trailing up and down, is hard to ignore. As if the person recognizes you’re thinking about them, an index finger dips into your navel momentarily on the way down this time, only to travel back up before it reaches any lower. All breath stills deep within your lungs at the feeling, burning when you refuse to exhale and bring fresh oxygen therein.
Slowly, absent of concern, you turn your head and peer over your shoulder. Curiously making eye contact with the owner of the caresses– the nail tech you’d only seen on Instagram for the first time last night. He’s here, no longer trapped behind a phone screen– at your house, in your bed, with you. You don’t jerk away from him, instead taking this time to commit his visage to memory. Your lack of fear is concerning, you know that you should be scared shitless by now. A man you don’t know is in your bed, yet the only thing you can think to do is stare at him. Classic you behavior. With the help of your lunar companion, your eyes have adjusted well enough that you can make out the poetic details of Yangyang’s face, details that photos will never quite do justice to. 
A pair of eyes meet yours, sparkling with all the stars in the universe but swirling with darkness. His lips are pink, full, and parted with bated breath, exhales fanning hot across your face, and you find yourself drawing nearer to him. Attracting like the opposing ends of a magnet are sealed behind both his and your teeth. Upon locking gazes, his hand, now warmed by your body heat, comes to rest at your hip bone. Gripping firmly as if to keep you there, fingernails stamping crescents into your skin. You hiss at the feeling, finally broken from your trance, and halfheartedly try to pull yourself away from his form. His hand keeps you anchored in place, and you’re unable to move an inch. “What are you doing here?” The words that leave you are cautious, and your voice is meeker than you remember.
The man remains silent, much to your dismay. You’re not sure if he chooses not to answer you, or if he just didn’t hear you, but he presses in ever closer right as you open your mouth to ask him again. Even with the lack of distance between the two of you, you don’t close your eyes and neither does he. You’re locked in a stand-off of sorts with no real winner in sight. An unofficial staring contest is being held, and you’re darting from eye to eye, trying to read his intentions. Before you can even surrender to a blink, he tugs your body towards him and you fall flat onto your back.
For a minute or so you rest against the mattress, the stranger still somewhat pressed your side. Spooning you, yet your bodies are not fully touching. You feel the drag of his pant-clad leg against your calf as he turns further into you, lifting his hand once more. You watch his face as he slowly tugs at the blanket shielding your body, giving you the chance to halt his advances, but you don’t. And again, he touches you, hand rolling over your body like the tide. Pushing higher and trailing down, but never quite touching the intimate parts of your body.
He watches your face with utmost attention, gauging your reaction with each pass of his hand. Heat clings between your bare thighs, and a drop of slick rolls over the curve of your ass to join the growing patch on the sheets below. Your cheeks burn at the realization, clit throbbing and present when you clamp your legs together subconsciously. Nothing audible betrays your arousal though, thankfully, but you find your body keening almost traitorously into his touch. Yangyang’s mouth twists into a toothy, knowing grin, wordlessly continuing his painstakingly slow ascent. Instead of making his way back down again, this time the tech cups the underside of your right breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze and jiggling it, hungry eyes feasting on the way it moves with his guidance.
The cool air blowing in through the window suddenly reminds you of the loss of your comforter and sheet, nipples peaking and aching to be touched. A chill runs through your body, teeth chattering in both response to the cold and anticipation of what’s to come. He offers you another brief, small squeeze before trailing the tips of his fingers ever higher and halting right at the border of your areola. So close yet so far from where you desperately need him. “Hey. Are you going to touch me or what?” You huff impatiently, head turning from his face to watch his hand. Willing him to move with your eyes, hardened bud mere centimeters away from his fingers.
He exhales through his nose, a sound of amusement upon your desperation. Face coming to rest in the crook of your neck, teeth lazily dragging against the skin as he finally drums the pads of his fingers against your nipple. The reaction is immediate, your body nearly folding in on itself as a lick of pleasure shoots down to your core. A soft whine bubbles forth, your hands seeking purchase within his mussed, gray hair. His tongue falls out, laving generously at your throbbing pulsepoint, expertly rolling your bud between his forefinger and thumb.
A fresh wave of drooly arousal flows from your hole, and you go to rub your thighs together to ease the dull ache settling between them. However, as if sensing your next move, Yangyang wedges one of his legs between your knees, forcing them to remain open. In your depravity, you can’t help but let out another whine. 
You’re starting to get greedy, the fingers in his hair tugging harshly at the roots. In retaliation, he only pinches your tender bud harder before moving to the other one entirely, twisting it to life. He trails openmouthed kisses down your neck, pausing momentarily to dip his tongue into your collarbone. The wet path that he leaves behind is cold once his mouth flees, seemingly having predetermined its destination. His lips find their home on your freshly neglected breast, sucking your sore nub into his mouth and swirling around it with a tortuously slow tongue.
The fitted sheet bunched up under your ass is surely soaked clean through to the mattress, and it clings to your lower back, saturated with the evidence of his teasing. He presses his once distant pelvis firmly against your hip, allowing you to feel just how much he’s being affected by your body, by you. Half-hard cock pressing along the seam of his pants insistently, rutting into you slowly but with purpose. While he uses your body to coax his confined length to full mast, he pulls away from your chest entirely. You suck your bottom lip in past your teeth, watching him intently even as you’re left momentarily neglected.
He doesn’t allow room for complaints this time, dominant hand making its descent yet again, blunt, painted fingernails dragging against your abdomen. Your pelvis jumps at the feeling, pathetically thrusting your cunt up toward his steady hand. He isn’t feeling the need to rush one bit, even as your body curves into his touch. No, he takes his time, mapping each piece of skin on the way down. The tech still hasn’t spoken a single word, but small grunts of pleasure begin to leave his parted lips as he fucks against you, petals slick with his own spit. You strangely want to kiss him right now, to taste him and commit it to memory. You want him to infest each corner of your mind, leave you broken and begging for more. To build you up only to break you again and again, bringing you into a state of bliss that only he can.
As if he’s able to read your innermost thoughts, he pushes in close again, mouth colliding with your open one with a force only rivaled by the merging of galaxies. His teeth knock noisily against yours, tongue rasping against the roof of your mouth. The hand on your stomach takes the final plunge, finding your puffy folds with an experienced ease. Blindly, his middle finger traces your wet slit. Up and down, collecting your essence until he deems it sufficient, and finally pushing beyond the surface. He runs his finger along the length of your sex, stopping for a moment to circle sluggishly at your engorged clit before traveling back toward your hole. At the proximity you clench around nothing, mouth only falling further open at the sensation. He swallows each of your sweet sounds, drinking them down like nectar and savoring the stuttering swirl of your tongue against his.
He makes no sudden moves, his longest finger surveying the topography of your cunt, flowing juices coating every bit of his skin it comes into contact with. You’re panting at his point, hot air filling his mouth, desperation flowing out of every pore. “Please, do something…” You beg, wiggling your hips to further entice him. “Need you.”
Your words are all that he needed, it seems, digit breaching your walls effortlessly due to the extensive preparation. Your hole immediately latches around the intruder, but he continues to slide into you at a deliciously slow pace despite the minute resistance. He gives you more than enough time to accommodate his measly finger, but once you begin to squirm against him he curls it up to calmly stroke at your g-spot with astounding accuracy. “F-Fuck…” The spoken word is shaky, barely audible, but it gives Yangyang the information he needs to keep going.
He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back inside, palm smacking punishingly against your folds. You grasp at one of his shoulders, trying to keep yourself from losing touch with your surroundings. The tech continues the rough, slow ministrations, each blow sending delightful vibrations directly to your clit. Your release is approaching with frightening speed, and he seems to realize that with the way he avoids your sweetest spot.
His hips moving against your side, long since forgotten while lost in the throes of your own ecstasy, begin to shudder at the prolonged stimulation. With both of your ends drawing near, your moans grow in volume, staccato sounds pitching ever higher. Even Yangyang is unable to hold back noises of his own, filling your ears with the melodic sounds of his sighs. You feel the distinctive feeling of an orgasm coming, the pleasure you feel climbing to impossible heights. Higher, higher, and higher still. “O-Oh! Oh my fucking God, I’m cu-”
You sit up with a start, bedsheets twisted and hair clinging to your forehead with sweat. Fuck. It was all a dream, of course it was a dream. It felt so real, but it was nothing more than your unconscious mind filling the void in your fantasies with an attractive face. You slide a clammy hand through your damp locks, pushing them away from your face. Luckily, a breeze rushes through your open window to meet your damp skin and cool you off a bit. Just as it did in your dream, you note. You bask in the respite, chest rising and falling with each breath you take. Couldn’t you have slept a little longer? Did life always have to be this cruel?
If only you could dream a minute more…
The remnants of your dream are imprinted behind your eyelids, vivid and painted in technicolor. You attempt to wash it away with a splash of sink water, but it stubbornly clings to your lashes. Just as the taste of Yangyang’s kiss sticks to your palate, even as you guide your toothbrush along each tooth in an attempt to rid yourself of him. If the heat remaining in your cheeks and across your chest isn’t enough to embarrass you, the glide of arousal between your thighs definitely does the trick. Who even still has wet dreams at this age? You, apparently, that’s who.
Even though you have to make an appearance at your job today, you have plenty of time to call Neo Therapy to inquire about an appointment. That’s one of the perks of a “9-to-5”– it’s just late enough to make personal calls. In the past, you’ve utilized this time to stop by your local coffee shop to fill yourself up on caffeine, but you can do that tomorrow. Haechan’s “apology” be damned.
After getting dressed for the day, you move back into the bathroom to throw on the least bit of makeup. Hell, if you’re going to show up without Haechan’s donuts and coffee, you might as well go in style. Then you can at least look decent when Haechan hangs off of your arm in protest, whining like a toddler.
If there’s a time to call down to the shop and set up an appointment, now is as good as any. You slip the business card from the back pocket of your dress pants, tracing over the phone number at the bottom with your fingernail. Swiping your phone from the other pocket, you dial the number and put it on speaker, resting the device and the card on the counter space in front of you.
You have just enough time to unscrew the wand on your mascara before the ringing gives way to a raspy, playful drawl. “Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go! This is Yangyang, what can I do for ya?”
Your breath hitches. Even though you recognized that the number on the card was different from the one on Jeno’s, it hadn’t quite registered that you would be speaking directly to Yangyang. And now that you can connect a voice to last night’s fantasy, you feel warmth reigniting underneath your skin. Shame? Or, could it be leftover arousal from your resting fantasy? Likely both in this scenario. “Yeah, I was checking to see if you have any appointments available for around…” You hum, applying the mascara directly to your lashes. “Six o’clock? I don’t get off work until five, but I can definitely make it there within an hour.”
“Usually I close at around five,” He explains, sounding almost bored. If he was right in front of you, you’re sure that he would be studying his hands right about now. “But I think I can do that for you.”
“Oh really? That would be wonderful!”
“Mhmmm. What kind of services would you be looking at?”
You dip the applicator back into the tube to gather more product, sliding it up and down as you think. “I’m not too sure. Do you have any packages that you offer?”
There’s a long pause at the other end of the line. “No, what do you think this is, Amazon?”
“Excuse me?”
“I said not at this moment, but we do have the best prices around.” You can hear the smile in his voice. This guy has to be fucking with you, less than five minutes on the phone with him and the fantasy your mind created the night before is already shattered. Who are you to expect any less?
“Okay,” There’s a slight grit to your voice now, but you still attempt to remain cordial as you put the mascara away in favor of a tube of ruby red lipstick. “I’ll be around later then. You won’t forget about me, will you?”
“I promise you I won’t. I sit around after hours anyways, to go over my receipts and grab a quick dinner with my partner, Mark.”
“Partner..?”
“It’s not like that!” Yangyang’s quick to defend, voice raising in volume ever so slightly. The corners of your mouth quirk up, making it difficult to apply the lipstick smoothly. “He…he shares the workspace with me, no more no less!”
You draw the tube back from your mouth, rubbing your lips back and forth to distribute the product evenly. “Yes, yes. I’m sure that’s the case.” You dismiss his concerns with a heaved sigh. Twisting the color back down into the tube, you press the cap back onto the lipstick with a clack and retire it into your makeup bag. Seriously, what’s with men and their fragile masculinity?
He clears his throat, suddenly incredibly aware of how unprofessional he’s coming across. “Like I said, I’ll be here. We’ll talk about prices when you come in.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After your call down to the nail bar, the rest of your day crawls along as per usual. Not a single thing is out of the ordinary. From Haechan whining about his lack of I’m-sorry-for-hanging-up-on-you coffee to your boss, Mr. Suh, nearly bursting a blood vessel over an impending deadline, it’s an understatement to say that you’re ready to be pampered by the time five o’clock rolls around. You nearly drag yourself through the doors of Neo Therapy Practitioners at five-thirty sharp, and upon entry, the youthful, friendly secretary immediately notices your presence despite the soft music coming from his “work” computer. “Welcome!” Jisung greets jovially with a mouth full of pancakes, wearing the sticky syrup on his chin. “What can I do for you today? Another appointment with Dr. Lee?”
“Not today, I’m afraid.” You croon, offering him a tired smile as you approach the front desk. Once you reach him, you tug one of the tissues loose from the square box on your side of the desk.
He rolls his office chair from one side of his little box to the other with a push of his feet. Extending your hand, you offer the young man the tissue you plucked when he comes to a stop right in front of you, desk still separating you both. “Here– you have a little something…” You gesture toward your own chin, drawing little circles with your free hand. “Everywhere.”
Jisung jumps to his feet, knees knocking painfully against the hard wooden surface, accepting it awkwardly with both hands. A blush spans from his collarbone to the tips of his ears as he mumbles his thanks, turning his back to you so he can furiously wipe the offending sap from his face.
Cute...
When he finally faces you again, his face is clean of all traces of his meal, and he flashes a shy, boyish grin. “Okay,” He starts, seemingly shaken free from the shackles of his prior humiliation. “Let’s try this again: if you’re not seeing Dr. Lee, who are you seeing?”
“Liu Yangyang, I have a nail appointment at six.”
The secretary’s mouth rounds to a perfect ‘o’. “Oh, okay, that’s no problem! He’s actually located right across the hall from the clinic, I can walk you there, if you’d like?”
You accept his offer with a gracious nod, “Please.”
Jisung takes a moment to guide his chair back to where it belongs, pressing it under the coverage of the desk. Jiggling it to make sure it fits just right, and sighing when it doesn’t listen to him and continues to roll back. He gives up eventually, facing his still steaming plate, and dutifully covering his food with the plastic lid to discourage any wandering flies from making a meal out of it. You’re in no rush, so you allow him to do his thing, tapping your high heel-clad foot against the linoleum to no rhythm in particular.
He buzzes around like a honey bee for a beat longer, coming to stand at your side once he decides that everything is in order. Shuffling from foot to foot, he looks at you expectantly, wordlessly asking you if you’re ready to move out. Instead of giving him verbal confirmation, you decide to take a simple step forward. He matches your pace, long legs putting him in the lead as he guides you almost uselessly back through the familiar building.
You glance down at your fingers while you walk, eyeing the empty canvas that Yangyang’s about to come face to face with. Not the worst nails in the world, but most certainly not the best. They’ve definitely seen better days, and you should have been taking better care of them. And yourself, for that matter. Your mouth falls into a small frown, feeling the slightest bout of anxiety simmering within your stomach. It’s always a little difficult to face a new person, but with the corpse of last night’s dream still rattling about your skull, you don’t know exactly how you’re going to be able to act normal in front of him.
You nearly collide with Jisung’s back as he comes to a sudden stop, the tall, young secretary gesturing towards a door. “Well??? We’re here! Told you it was in familiar territory!”
And, sure enough, you glance across the narrow hallway and see the closed door that leads to Dr. L– Jeno’s clinic. A shiver runs through you, but Jisung doesn’t seem to even notice– or care, for that matter. Then you turn towards the new place, red neon ‘open’ sign hanging beside the door beckoning you in just as much as it pushes you away. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek until the familiar twang of blood rushes to meet your tastebuds.
There’s only a few steps more to the door, and you move to take them when you’re stopped by a warm, firm hand on your shoulder. “Hey.” He clears his throat, youthful face betrayed by a voice that’s pleasantly deep. “Don’t worry, Mr. Liu treats his clients well– you can relax! You’re in good hands.”
Suddenly you’re all too aware of just how fucking tense you are, and you force your muscles to relax. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that.” You gratefully reply, offering him a good-natured smile that he easily reciprocates.
“Anytime! His shop is right through these doors here. The register and front desk is on the left– not the right, that’s Mark’s. If Mr. Liu isn’t standing there, give the bell next to the sign in sheet a little ding.” He’s talking fast, and he’s already walking backwards as he speaks, trying to detach himself from the conversation. “Oh, and if you have any more questions you know where to find me! Please enjoy your visit!” Once he completely finishes his info-dumping, he turns on his heel, eager to return to his rapidly cooling plate of McDonald’s hotcakes.
After losing the comforting, familiar presence of Jisung, you find yourself unable to move any further. Risque images from last night’s dream flash in front of your eyes, as if shown to you on a slideshow presentation. Embarrassment consumes you yet again, squeezing your eyes shut to drown out the visions, but instead making them stand out against the backs of your eyelids.
You pace from side to side, hands nervously crossed along the underside of your bust. Step, stop, turn around. Step, stop, turn around. Shuffling back and forth hardly does anything to quell your anxiety. Why are you here? Is getting your nails done to piss off a few acquaintances worth the turmoil you’re going through right now? On one hand, you know that you shouldn’t base your choices upon bringing someone Hell. But the less rational side of you knows that just one look at Rianne’s livid face would be just enough to get work through whatever complex it is you struggle with. You’re sure of it. With that thought and that thought alone, you decide you have to do it– if only to give Rianne premature wrinkles and wipe that shit-eating grin right off her face.
You pull open one of the doors, and you’re swiftly greeted by the sound of an electronic chime. Unsurprisingly, the shop is completely empty with not even its owner to be found…he did say he was going to be having dinner, after all!
The room was filled with soft music playing from a speaker, some quiet instrumental with an acoustic guitar, but otherwise it was completely quiet. The room itself consists of one large room split off into two apparent sections: the front desk to the front left combined with a few chairs in front of it that make a small waiting area, the manicure station behind said desk, and the pedicure station right next to that.
Straight down the middle towards the back of the room was an entryway without a door, shielded only by a curtain of hanging purple beads– an area you assume to be the break room, where Yangyang said he would be at this time of day.
While you wait for someone to check you in, you make sure to fill out the sign in sheet, writing both your name and the types of services you want done. By the time you finish, you hear the tinkling of beads as the curtain is lifted to the side to allow someone to walk through. Your head shoots up to greet the stranger only for the words to get stuck in your mouth. The man entering the room was, of course, devastatingly gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than he had looked in your dreams.
Perhaps the most devastating part of it all is that he isn’t even dressed up. Wearing only a black oversized hoodie paired with some dark acid-wash jeans, it seems that he likes to keep it simple. While you’re shamelessly ogling him, he doesn’t even look up from the glowing cellphone in his hand, addressing you monotonously. “Hey. Sorry for being a little late, I was finishing up my dinner and filling out some receipts for Jisung. What can I do for you today?”
You swallow the knot forming in your throat. “Yes, I called this morning to set up an appointment for six o’clock??” You sound uncertain to your own ears, but you continue speaking nonetheless. “I was referred to you by Dr. Lee across the hall?”
His gaze rises to meet yours but not before raking slowly and shamelessly up your form. Once he looks you in your eyes, a smirk makes its way up onto his face. “Now I’m really sorry that I’m late.” He slides his cellphone into the pouch of his hoodie, finally reaching the front desk. “Have you had time to think about what you want?”
“I am definitely getting something done today, but I still want to look at the prices before I make my final decision.”
“Fair enough,” Yangyang opens a hidden drawer from behind the counter, pulling out a laminated sheet of paper and sliding it in your direction. “Here, I have my price list printed. Feel free to give it a read-through.”
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Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go!
Prices are negotiable and differ from case-to-case. Thank you for your understanding!
Manicure–
Regular Polish . . . $35
Gel Polish . . . $45
Acrylics . . . $70
Pedicure–
Regular Polish . . . $45
Gel Polish . . . $55
Mani-Pedi–
Regular Polish . . . Mani $35  |  Pedi $45
Gel Polish . . . Mani $45  |  Pedi $55
Waxing–
Facial Wax . . . $20
Arm/ Leg Wax . . . Part $20  |  Full $40
Bikini Wax . . . $30
Brazilian Wax . . . $50
Add-Ons–
Scrub . . . $10
Hand/ Foot Massage . . . $20
Oils . . . $10
Gems . . . $1 per finger
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Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, finger trembling as it traces along the bottom of the third group of items on the list. “So you’re telling me I have to pay…” You squint at the price again, somewhat hoping that the numbers would magically shapeshift into something better. “$120 for a mani-pedi?”
“Mhm, that sounds about right.”
“And that’s with the regular polish??”
“Yup.“ The tech pops the ‘p’, watching your panic with mild interest. “$35 for the manicure and $45 for the pedicure.”
“That still leaves out $40? Where the fuck is that fee coming from?”
He flashes a white row of teeth, leaning down to come face-to-face with you, chin resting on his palm. “That’s the cost of using the polish and it factors in my tip.”
Your lips fold into a thin line. “I’ve never heard of someone ‘factoring’ in their own tip. Are you serious? What if you’re no good?”
“Oh trust me, I’m good. You just have to be willing to take that leap for me.” He says with a tilt of his head, tuft of silver hair falling across his dark eyes. “I wouldn’t charge this much if I didn't have complete confidence in my abilities.”
“And what about the discount Jeno mentioned?”
“I’m sure I can do something for you, but we’ll talk more about prices once we get things started.” His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he forks a veiny hand through his hair, skepticism flooding his tone. “M’kay?”
After a short pause, you close your eyes, tired. Your will to press the matter any further is dwindling fast, and you just want to get this over with so you can go home and have a much deserved glass of wine. “My feet better fucking sparkle after this.”
His smile returns scary-fast and his eyes widen approachably, almost as if the previous moment never happened at all. “Of course! I’ll take great care of you.”
“Oh yeah, that makes me feel so much better…” 
Whether he heard you or not you’re not too sure, but he guides you beyond the front desk of his shop with a wave of his hand. You apprehensively wind your way around, coming to stand next to the chair he vaguely gestures at in passing. Yangyang unceremoniously drops down into his own seat across from you, staring up blankly through his fringe when you hesitate to follow his example. “What? Is there something wrong with your chair?” He cocks a brow, dragging out an overflowing tackle box from under his workspace and sitting it on the far side of the table.
“No?”
“Then what’re you waiting for? Come on, have a seat, I won’t bite–” The handsome tech pulls out a handheld file, a dremel tool paired with a few detachable heads, a tiny pair of cuticle scissors, and a cuticle pushing tool from the mystery box before stopping to flash a smug look. “Not unless you want me to, that is.”
You let out an unattractive snort at the notion, falling into the plush, olive green accent chair in front of you. It isn’t the most attractive piece of furniture you’ve ever seen, having been stained with various colors of polish and other mystery fluids over the time it’s been in his care, but damn is it comfy. Now that you’re on Yangyang’s level, you can better watch as he prepares his station, wiping clean the table with antiseptic wipes and laying out a surprisingly white hand towel. He nods in an attempt to get you to rest your hands upon it, pursing his lips when you struggle to do even that.
“What now? Do I have to walk you through everything?” Yangyang teases. He holds out a large hand, scrunching and unscrunching his fingers in a ‘gimme gimme’ fashion. “Give me your hand, I need to see what I’m working with before we begin.”
“But what if you think they’re ugly?” You blurt before you can think, biting down hard on your lips once the words escape.
He stares at you in silence for a moment before nearly doubling over in laughter. Howling uncontrollably even as you end his life over and over in your mind. Eventually he calms down, but not without a healthy dose of glares from your end. “Whew! I’m sorry, I’m sorry but that was too good!” Yangyang raises a hand to wipe away the imaginary tears pooling in his eyes. 
“I didn’t think it was that funny.”
He leans back, slouching into a mismatched accent chair of his own– this one being an orangey floral pattern. “This is what I’m here for, Sweetheart. It doesn’t matter what they look like now, I will make your nails look good!”
“Besides,” He hums when you don’t respond immediately, leaning forward and pushing up both of the sleeves on his hoodie. Then, he offers his hand yet again. “I can promise you that whatever you’re afraid of showing me, I have probably seen ten times worse. So come on, let’s do this shit.”
You drop your right hand into his outstretched palm, letting out a heavy breath. “Okay, let’s get it over with.”
He grips your hand loosely, but he radiates a steady warmth. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hand with ease, examining each fingernail with utmost care. “Hm,” He starts, swiping his pink tongue along his lower lip in his focused state. “I can’t see why you were so nervous, you have such beautiful hands.”
 “Thank you.” You find yourself murmuring, squeezing your eyes tightly shut, as if you’re subconsciously trying to hide yourself from the weight of his gaze. You cannot believe yourself, how can you get this flustered by his words alone? Get a grip!
He seems to pay you no mind, however, continuing his surveillance of your digits. Yangyang must be really serious about his job, and that much shows through the diligence of which he’s studying each nook and cranny. After a few seconds more, he reaches over to grab a metal instrument from the pile that he has prepared for you. It’s cool to the touch when he brings it close to your fingers, nearly the length of a pencil with a wider scoop-looking piece at the end. When he notices you staring at the object, the tech raises it higher so that you can get a better look. “I’m going to start by pushing back your cuticles. It makes the nail polish go on better.” He explains matter-of-factly.
You can only nod at his attempt at dumbing it down, allowing for him to continue with his work. “This isn’t going to cost me extra, is it?”
“For the average customer? Yeah, a service like this would cost about $10 for both hands.”
Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when he finishes his statement, moving to tug your palm from his grasp. Yangyang keeps your hand held in place with a surprising amount of strength, “But, but, but! For you, it’s free of charge. Consider that a little gift from me to you!”
“Oh, wow, thanks…”
“What? Do you want to pay full price?”
You grimace, turning your head to avoid his inquisitive stare. “Erm…I mean, ‘Oh, wow, thanks!!! How could I ever repay you?’” 
“Oh, I can think of a few ways…” He trails ominously with a sly smile, but says nothing more.
Your eyebrows nearly fly up to your hairline and you swallow dryly at what you can only imagine that he’s implying. And, just for a second, the tender grip he has on your hand transforms to that of your fantasies– the thumb swirling over the skin of the back of your hand a rough contrast to your own. His hands contain a delicious amount of texture, the subtle catch of his skin against your own is admittedly hard to ignore. “So, how did you get into doing nails?” You probe, trying to put out the flames licking in the pit of your stomach.
“I wasn’t any good at school,” He shrugs, giving your hand his utmost attention as he finally presses the metal cuticle pusher against your nail. “Decided to quit while I was ahead. I dropped out my senior year.”
You let out an affirmative sound, nodding along as he speaks. Making sure to let him know that you’re listening without stopping the flow of his speech. The tech runs the tool along the surface of your nail, scooting the offending cuticle back toward the proximal nail fold with a certain amount of precision that only an experienced nail tech could execute. “And after working a few retail jobs, I knew I couldn’t do that forever. I decided to look at my options.”
“So nails?” You ask, seamlessly switching hands when he finishes up his work on the first one.
Yangyang immediately gets to work on your untouched hand, and you only notice how cold your palm is when it’s snuggled between the two of his. “Yeah, nails. You can make a lot in one day, especially if you’re good at details. Besides,” He looks up at you through the silver fringe of his hair, eyes twinkling with mischief. “There’s no lack of gorgeous women coming into my shop. You can say that I keep myself plenty entertained.”
“I can see that, but do you actually enjoy what you do?”
He comes to an abrupt stop, seemingly taken aback by your words. “I mean, yeah??? I like seeing the results of my work, like seeing how much of a confidence boost it gives my clients.”
You leave him uninterrupted for a while to give him time to catch up on his work, swiftly and gently pushing back all the cuticles on your remaining hand. Yangyang takes his time to double check his work, carefully fixing anything that was even slightly under the standard he set before he deems it time to move on to the next step. “Well, that’s all that matters.” You hum thoughtfully as he drops the tool in his hands in favor of a tiny pair of scissors. “If you could go back in time, do you think you would make the same choice?”
This time he doesn’t even hesitate before speaking, pulling down the bendy arm of his lamp and moving it closer to your hand to better illuminate his progress. “Without a doubt. Like I said, I wasn’t exactly the smartest guy, and I really do have pride in what I’m able to do here.”
You don’t try to press the matter any further, allowing him time to neatly (and painlessly) snip the skin from around each of your fingernails. 20 minutes with him and your nails are already looking far better than they did before you walked in. Go figure, he does do this for a living, after all! The two of you sit in relative silence, the music pouring from the speakers being your only company as he really hones in on his craft.
After minutes of silent work, he finally looks up at you as he lifts the emery board to your overgrown fingernails. “So? What kind of shape are you looking for? And what kind of polish?”
“I’m not entirely too sure what color I want, but I would like my nails rounded out. And, as for the paint type, give me the cheapest option– I don’t want to spend more than I have to.”
“You don’t know what color you want?? Are you here to get your nails done for any specific reason?” Yangyang presses. He guides the nail file across the tip of your nail, using the experienced movements of his hand to coax a gentle curve out of the shapeless form.
You bury your teeth into your lower lip, debating exactly how much you should share with him. It’s a little embarrassing to what lengths you’re willing to go just to impress your peers. “Ah, it’s my friend. She’s getting married in a few weeks.”
“Color scheme?”
“I think she said something about the bridesmaid dresses being red. What would even go with that?” You furrow your brows, releasing your lip. 
The tech doesn’t seem too concerned, lifting your hand tenderly to allow you to see his progress. “How’s this? The length?”
“That looks good to me. But you’re missing the point, wh–”
“I know what I’m doing.” Yang interrupts with a small sigh, returning the file to the stack of items at his disposal. He stacks his now free hand atop yours, sandwiching it warmly between both of his in a soothing manner. “So stop worrying and let me do my job. Please?”
You close your mouth resolutely, offering him a small nod. He grins at your compliance, “Now, gel paint? What do we think?”
“So you can charge me out the ass? No thanks.”
“Again, for you, I can bring it down to regular polish price. Gel lasts longer, and it’s stronger.” Yangyang explains. He’s gesturing animatedly as he speaks, knocking pointedly against the table. “Hard as a rock. Though, these nails likely won’t last you until the wedding. No matter what polish you choose, you’ll still have far too much growth to wear it until then.”
You inhale sharply through your nose, not having thought that far ahead. He’s absolutely right, of course he is. “What should I do, then?”
“What should you do? Come back, of course! I can redo them again closer to the wedding. Treat today as a ‘trial run’, so to speak. I can practice the design, and you can see what kind of quality to expect for the wedding. Simple!”
“Yeah, except it’s not that simple, and I’m not exactly made of money.” You grumble, sliding your hand from his grasp. “I only came today because I was told that I could get a discount!”
Yangyang hums, leaning forward in his seat, placing his chin on his palm and elbow on the table. He’s definitely not taking your words too seriously. “So you mean to tell me that it wasn’t my good looks and talent that brought you here?”
You flash him an unamused look, and earn a smug grin in return. He reaches across the table with his free hand, unintentionally giving you time to look at his black polished nails. They’re chipped from the hands-on work he does at the shop, and well-trimmed. Before you get the time to look any longer, he snatches one of your hands again. “Come on, let me work. I think I have an offer that you won’t be able to refuse.”
You hold eye contact with him, and his gaze is warm and unwavering. From the look in his eyes, you can tell that he already knows that he’s won. You sigh and allow your thumb to trail across his skin gently– in a similar fashion to how he had earlier in the appointment. “Okay, fine.”
He blossoms under your touch, eyes glittering and delectably tanned skin warm where it meets yours. “I won’t let you down.”
You’re not exactly sure how much longer you’re in that space with him. Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like mere minutes, you find that time is slipping above and around you until it consumes you entirely. Talking with your tech has that effect on you, and it’s easy to find yourself growing more open and free with your words. 
You feel as if you have known him forever. 
Yangyang’s soothing touch and steady hands coax a beautiful design out of each of your nails, painting red geraniums atop a nude base. “So?? What do you think?” He asks, layering on a final glossy coat and cycling your hand under the UV LED lamp to dry.
“It looks…” You trail, breathlessly examining your finished hand. “Beautiful. Absolutely stunning, Yangyang.” Just as you knew it would be, but you don’t let that part meet his ears.
“Ah, so you do know my name.” He stands slowly, bones popping from the long time he spent sitting with you. “I like the way it sounds coming from your lips.”
Your heart flutters weakly in reply to his words, and you slide your hand free from the light to follow him to the next station like a lost puppy. Noticing that you had clambered to follow him, Yangyang gestures to the open seat and hands you a remote, “Here, get comfy while I draw the foot bath. If you press the buttons, you can turn on the massage chair and get it the way you like.”
You let out a noise in understanding, stepping out of your black pumps and leaving them neatly beside the chair. After doing that much, you’re left with the feeling of your sheer tights-clad feet touching the cool linoleum. Wait, how the fuck are you going to pull your legs out of these without flashing your tech? While you stutter around, stuck in your thoughts, Yangyang immediately notices the source of your silent struggle with amusement. “I’m sorry,” You mumble, looking away awkwardly. “Do you mind turning around for a bit?”
“Not at all!” Without an ounce of hesitation, he drops everything he’s doing to show you his back.
You fumble momentarily with the fabric, but once you grasp the hose, you tug them from under your skirt in one go. Once you finally get them down and over your feet, you make sure to flip them the right way and pile them atop your shoes for later. True to his word, when you look at him again, Yangyang patiently awaits a verbal declaration that you’re ready. His broad shoulders and the fluffy back of his head are the only thing you can see. “Okay, you can turn back around now.”
He faces you on a dime, burning gaze daring to meet your bare calves and trace up to where your skirt cuts off just above your knees. Wetting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, the tech turns his attention back to the tub. Then he cuts on the faucet, testing the temperature with his hand. You move to take your seat in the massage chair, but you’re hit by a cloud of something sweet in the air…vaguely floral. “Mm! That smells so good, what’s the scent? Wildflower?”
“Honeysuckle,” He supplies, shutting off the water and watching as the steam rises from its surface in clouds. “It’s epsom salts, we get it from a good source here at Neotherapy for next to nothin’! I added it prior to running the water so it would mix better.”
You drop yourself into the oversized chair, pressing your body flush to the backrest. Then, after messing around with a few of the buttons, you finally get the damned thing to turn on. And, Hell, you could’ve used this earlier. Once it starts vibrating (just the way you like), you feel as though you’ve glimpsed baby Jesus himself. Breaching Heaven’s gates, your eyes nearly roll back into your head when the vibration penetrates a particularly sore muscle. Delivering a dose of pressure to your back that is equal parts pain and bliss.
While you’re getting lost in the mind-numbing comfort dealt to you via massage chair, Yangyang’s drumming his fingers on the side of the tub absentmindedly, quietly allowing you to enjoy what the chair has to offer. But his patience does have an end, it seems, when he interrupts your trance with a statement. “It does feel pretty good, huh? I find myself sitting there on slow days.”
“Oh really?” You say, voice vibrating at the same frequency as the chair you’ve all but melted into.
He can barely contain a smile, lips taut with effort. “Yeah, sometimes I’ve even fallen asleep there, and I only wake up after a customer rings the bell up front.” Your laugh is nearly obscured by the hum of the massage chair, but he relishes in it anyway.
Now that the water is seemingly ready, you hesitantly skim the surface of the pool with your big toe. After ensuring that the temperature is not going to boil you alive, you slide in and let the water consume your feet entirely. The relief is instantaneous, head rolling back and a soft moan pressing through the seams of your lips.
Your tech stiffens ever so slightly at the noise with a sharp inhale through his nose. However, through the veil of pleasure (delivered via massage chair), his reaction doesn’t register in your mind. Instead you’re babbling about how good the chair feels, and that you should buy one for the office. 
Yangyang cannot help but feel endeared by your chatter. Smiling as he opens a small unlabeled bottle from beside the pedicure station, he pours a small pool into his cupped hand. With curious eyes, you watch as he rubs his hands together, warming and distributing the glistening liquid all over his hands. “What is that?” You ask in a small voice.
“Essential oil. It’s the same kind as the epsom salts, so don’t worry about the scents not mixing right.”
You hum with tired eyes, giving him a curt nod. “Ah, I see. Why are you using oils?”
“I’ll be massaging your feet and calves. It’s good for improving blood flow and circulation!” Despite sounding articulate to the untrained ear, the more you’re with him, the more you realize that his ‘knowledge’ sounds rehearsed. It’s almost like he’s reading it off the back of a cereal box.
“Mmh. Okay, just be careful, I’m ticklish!”
He dismisses your concerns with a wave of his hand, shiny oiled palms brushing the meat of your right calf. “I personally like to start with legs. The feet are far too sensitive to touch first anyway.”
The apparent innuendo falls upon deaf ears, the shaking of the massage chair scrambling each coherent thought. Though you give no response to his statement, his trained fingers dance up the skin of your calf before trailing back down– just as he had done to your torso in your dream the night before.
You find your heart fluttering at the simple touch, but there’s no way of Yangyang knowing how your body reacts to him. Seemingly unbothered, he adds the slightest bit of pressure to his fleeting caresses. Penetrating the muscle, fingertips coaxing out tension you didn’t even know that you had.
The pressure of his hands paired with the vibration of the chair makes for a lethal combination. Your mind wanders to places it shouldn’t. Suddenly all too aware of the thickness of his fingers and the fullness of his lips. Have his eyelashes always been this long and dark? Just as you try to remember, a chuckle comes from deep in his chest and he looks up at you, clearly amused. “What,” He cooes, blunt, painted fingernails raking gently down your shin. “Are you just realizing how handsome I am?”
A burst of air leaves your lungs– a breath you didn’t know you were holding. In your sputtering, you somehow find it in you to roll your eyes at him. “Shut up. Keep working if you want to get paid.”
“Yes Ma’am…” He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.
And, for a while, the two of you sit in relative silence. The massage chair is turned off in favor of the music flowing from the speakers, and his hands gradually move from your legs to your feet. He takes extra care with your lowermost extremities, not leaving even a single patch of skin untouched. An office worker like you really could get used to this. His eyes refuse to leave the area where his fingers meet your foot, and with the pressure he is applying you’re sure that his fingerprints have been left all across your lower body.
Yangyang’s entranced, it seems. The repetitive movements of his hands trapping him deep within a state you affectionately call ‘work mode’. “So,” You start with a clearing of your throat. “What about the discount? You said that we would talk about it, and I’ve been very patient with you.”
“Discount?”
“Yeah??? You know, money off the final product? Discount?” Your voice takes on a teasing lilt, tilting your head as you peer down at him.
His hands come to an abrupt stop. “I know what a discount is. I’m a dropout, not stupid.”
“Come on, you said you would talk about it.” You hum, wiggling your toes to get his attention.
He eyes your moving digits with an unreadable expression. Appearing to be choosing his next words very carefully, you feel the rough pad of his thumb drag against your foot. “I think there’s something I can do for you…”
“And what would that be?”
“Hear me out–“
“I don’t like the way you’re approaching this conversation.”
“No, I’m serious. I want you to shut up and listen.” Yangyang exhales through his nose, somewhat irked, delivering a barely-there pinch to your calf that has you nearly jumping from your seat. “Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?”
Your mouth snaps shut in turn, head dumbly bobbing up and down and lips pressed tight. The tech soothes the faint mark he left behind with a gentle stroke of his hand, kissing the back of his teeth. “What if I told you that I could give you 20% off the final purchase...” He calmly states, eyes not leaving the place where his hands meet your skin.
“Oh my God, that would be wonderful!” You clasp your palms together, smile pulling up at your cheek bones. 
“You didn’t think that was all, did you? Getting that much money off comes at a price.”
Your heart sinks. He’s right, how could you be so stupid? It’s not like you were going to waltz in here and automatically receive special treatment just because you fucked his coworker. You should have been more realistic… “Name your price.”
A smile claims his features, wolfy in nature. “I guess I can cut to the chase,” Yangyang starts jovially, lacking any semblance of tact. “I think you have the most beautiful feet!”
“Thank you?”
“And I want to have your toes in my mouth. Respectfully.”
Your smile drops, “What?”
“That’s my deal, 10% off per foot. I get to suck on some toes, you get more money in your pocket, it's a win-win.”
With that much money being taken off and how gorgeous he is, it’s an absolute steal. However, you also realize that it sounds completely and utterly insane.
But you don’t really have much of a choice now, do you?
“I’ll do it…”
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Apparently he’s not too keen on wasting time, because it’s not too long before he springs into action. He wraps his long fingers around your ankle, tugging you roughly to the edge of your seat. “Fuck,” Yangyang rasps, trailing his nose upward along the arch of your foot. “I’ve thought about doing this ever since you walked through the front door with those pretty fucking heels you were wearing.”
At the end of his sentence, his tongue falls out, pressing in and out of the valleys between your toes. You gasp and nearly jerk your foot away at the unfamiliar feeling, ticklish, but he keeps you anchored in place with a firm hand. Hollowing his cheeks, he pulls your big toe into his mouth with a harsh suck. Your face burns, embarrassed at the feeling, but you can’t ignore the tingle settling in between your thighs. “Stop!” You sink your teeth into your lower lip. “That’s dirty.”
Your tech only hums, tongue swirling around the digit before sliding off with a lewd ‘pop.’ He smacks his lips, pupils blown with lust as he looks up at you. “How could something that tastes this fucking good be dirty, Baby?”
He presses a chaste kiss to the sole of your foot, nuzzling his nose against you once more. “So? Do you want that discount or not?”
Your mouth gapes, opening and closing like a fish out of water. Yangyang watches you with rapt attention, eyelids heavy and falling low as he changes directions to mouth along the top of your foot. He reverently makes sure that every centimeter of it has been fully acquainted with his lips and tongue. Chill of the air ever-present in the areas where his mouth leaves patches of saliva on your skin.
When you fail to answer, you feel the distinct scrape of teeth along one of your tendons. “What, you’re acting like I’ve fucked you stupid and I’ve barely even touched you.” He chuckles, pressing a few tongued kisses to the pads of your toes. When you flinch in his hold, Yang’s enthusiastic grip pulls you even closer, nearly causing you to fall out of the massage chair entirely. “Did you forget how to speak?”
“P-Please!”
His mischievous smile only broadens, ducking down again to lick a fat stripe along the underside of your foot. “Please what? I can’t read your mind, pretty girl, I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you’re trying to say.”
“Want it…” You mumble, voice barely audible despite the proximity.
He punishes you with a nip of his pearly teeth against your heel, glittering eyes burrowing holes into yours. “Louder.”
“I want the discount!” You yelp, maneuvering your foot within his grasp to press your first three toes insistently against his plump lower lip.
Yangyang’s jaw drops to welcome the intrusion, dextrous tongue laving generously over and around each digit. A warm, torrential shiver wracks your body at the feeling, every nerve ending in your body responding eagerly to his touch. Once he deems them wet enough, he closes his lips around several of your toes and suctions them deeper.
You’ve always known that your feet were a tender area, no doubt. However, you never thought about just how sensitive they could actually be. Each pull of his lips and bob of his head sends a lick of delicious pleasure directly to your cunt, and you can feel exactly how, and where, the seat of your underwear sticks to your folds.
Naturally, your thighs part. The pencil skirt you meticulously chose for your shift rides further up your legs the more you spread. Yangyang’s eyes, after holding your gaze most of the day, draw a painfully slow path down to your center. “White?” The tech’s lips are flushed red and shiny with drool when he pulls away from your feet long enough to speak. Is he seriously talking about the color of your underwear right now? “Fuckin’ cute. Is all of that for me, Sweetheart?”
As if to answer all of your unspoken questions, he puckers his lips to blow a stream of cool air directly at the (embarrassingly) wet spot pooling from the source. Instead of clamping your thighs shut like most people would, the space between your knees only widens. You nod dumbly at his question, licking your lower lip into your mouth. 
With a quirk of his lips, he looks up at you unapologetically from the space he’s claimed between your legs. Yangyang’s fingers, once latched around your ankle, now play with the hem of your skirt. He drags a painted fingernail along the space where it meets your thigh, eyeing you like a predator stalking its prey. “I know I’ve promised you 10% off per foot, but, to put it plainly, I don’t think that’ll work.”
Your face wrinkles in confusion, “W-What? Why not?”
“Because…if I do this for too much longer I’m gonna fuckin’ cream my pants like some high school virgin.” He says crudely, shooting an unashamed look down to his jean-clad crotch.
Your gaze follows his, and you let out a soft gasp when, sure enough, you notice the imprint of his cock. He’s only at half-mast, but it strains miserably behind his zipper all the same. “But what about the rest of the discount?”
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” His tongue clacks condescendingly against the roof of his mouth. “I can think of a few ways you can receive that other 10%, Baby, but are you smart enough to figure that out for yourself? Or, do I need to walk you through everything?”
Your cheeks burn hotly, but you shake your head in defiance. Yangyang narrows his eyes playfully at your display, watching your every move with interest. Your once idle hands meet the edge of your skirt, pulling it shamelessly higher and revealing more of your lower half, much to his delight. Like a little boy catching the first glimpse of wrapped presents beneath the Christmas tree, he leans in ever closer, round nose nearly prodding at the slick spot in your cotton underwear. “Now this is what I’m talkin’ about!” He praises with a cheeky grin. “Do you mind if I..?”
“Just do it!” You bite, tone coming out a bit needier than intended.
As soon as the words leave your pretty, lipstick-stained lips, you know that you’ve made a mistake. “Now what do we have here,” He tuts, leaning back onto his heels. Yangyang’s hands withdraw from your skin, making you feel even colder than before after having lost his warmth. “I thought you were gonna be so good for me, what happened to that?”
“I am!”
“You are what?” He questions slowly, tasting each word in his mouth.
“I am good…for you.” You say feebly, looking down at him with unfocused eyes.
Immediately, as if he found your words funny, he flashes his top row of teeth. “Are you? Good girls don’t make demands, they take what they’re given.” Those very same teeth trace at your thigh, eying you carefully through his fringe. “Can you do that?”
“Yes...” You agree shakily, reaching lower to shove an idle hand through his silver locks.
Instead of pushing you away, he leans further into your touch and rewards you with a depraved sound of his own. Now that’s something to behold. You stroke the head in your lap like it’s a stray cat– carefully, regarding him as if he will bite at any moment.
And then he does.
His lips come in contact with your folds, unapologetically stamping a spit-slick kiss into the fabric covering your lower half. However, at this point, the sheer amount of arousal being produced leaves very little to the imagination. Your lower body jolts at the suddenness of the tech’s touch, but his hands come up seemingly out of nowhere to anchor you in place. Eyes dark with intention, wordlessly daring you to defy him.
Yangyang’s bubblegum pink tongue slips past his teeth to prod at the valley of your cunt, pushing your underwear to its limit, forcing more of your juices to seep through to meet his tastebuds. It’s pornographic, the way his eyes roll back into his skull when he finally registers your heady taste. His breath is hot, rolling across your skin in thick, invisible clouds. 
Expert hands glide over your thighs and up over the swell of your hips, carefully reaching its destination over the waistband of your panties. He drums his fingers there, commanding attention. “Can I take these off?” He asks, his voice rough with arousal. 
“Please.” Your voice is damn near a whisper, but it appears that this time, at least, he doesn't require clarification. 
He hooks his middle digit under the elastic, guiding it down your legs. Then, after it’s freed from your ankles, he swiftly pockets the sodden material with a salacious wink, leaving you with no room to complain. However, your mind hardly registers the movement at all.
Reaching out with careful fingers, the tech spreads your folds with a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He comments, readjusting his hand to broaden the part. Then, as if acting on impulse alone, he collects some of your dew onto one of his fingers, popping it into his mouth. Yangyang groans, his reaction immediate. “And sweet too. So, so sweet.”
“For you!” You blurt out, head cloudy with desire. You need him.
“Is that right, Sweetheart?” You’re able to hear his grin before you see it. “All for me?”
You’re lying. You know you’re lying, but there’s not even an ounce of hesitation in the way you nod your head. An enthusiastic group of up’s and down’s. Even if it’s just for tonight, it’s all for Yangyang. 
Only him.
If the tech’s caught on to your lies, however, he doesn’t let it show. You’re rewarded with a low sound from the back of his throat before he’s leaning in to drink directly from the source. He flattens his tongue, running it up the full length of your cunt, stopping just shy from the bundle of nerves at the top.
The contact alone is enough to make you clamp your thighs around his head. This does little to deter him, his movement hardly restricted as he slurps greedily at your entrance. Once he takes in enough air to have his lungs screaming, he’s exhaling dramatically against your folds. Only mere seconds before taking in more dizzying inhales of your heady scent. 
You squeal in embarrassment and throw your head back, hard, against the leather backrest of the massage chair. He looks up at you with a shimmer of amusement in his eyes, as if brought out of his lust-induced trance by your clumsiness alone. Somehow, it seems as though he knows every way to bring out even the most shameful sides of you with a well-versed swipe of his tongue.
His wet muscle circles at your hole, prompting you to tug at his hair with a soft keen. The tech hums against you but says nothing, darting the tip of his tongue inside of you. The penetration is brief, but it's enough to have you letting out a few stray whimpers. Another dose of decadent pleasure runs up your spine, and your legs, anchored around his shoulders, pull his face closer to your lower half. 
Up towards the button of nerves he’s been neglecting this entire time.
But instead of allowing himself to be guided, he pulls back slightly to look directly into your eyes. His lips, sinfully slick with your essence, pull back into a toothy grin. A signature of his, you’ve discovered. “Don’t worry, I know where your clit is, Sweetheart.” Yangyang’s eyes flit lower, presumably to where your abandoned clitoris vies for his attention, throbbing. “I’m just having my fun. Indulge me.”
The lack of proper stimulation is enough to have you staring impatiently down at him, eyes nearly crossing as you try to find him through your arousal-induced haze. He rolls eyes up towards the ceiling, snickering and jolting you fully alert with a kiss directly to your clit. The brief contact is enough to have your breath stilling deep within your chest, hole fluttering pathetically around nothing.
Before you can anticipate much more, he shrugs free from your legs and bats away your desperate grip on his hair. You sit up, watching him with curiosity as he moves away from where you lay. Lower half bare and exposed to the coolness of the room around you, yet feeling pleasantly flushed with arousal from the teasing you’ve been receiving all night…only to have it taken away. “What are you doing?” You croak, voice sounding rough, yet vulnerable, from disuse.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Yangyang quips, moving to stand from where he was perched on his knees. He adjusts the tent pitched in the front of his acid wash jeans, leering down at you with a predatory glint. “I have to get undressed to fuck you, y’know. I’m not really a ‘whip out my cock and go’ kind of dude. Sorry.”
The rush of blood pumping from your racing heart thunders in your ears. If it wasn’t apparent earlier, it’s all coming into focus now: you’re about to have sex with him. Liu Yangyang. The nail tech at Neo Therapy. In the office right across the hall from the last man you fucked.
Super.
He steps towards the chair you had been sitting in earlier, innocently getting your nails done, completely unaware of the direction it was headed. Now feels like a far cry from then, even though it couldn’t have been longer than half an hour ago. 
Yangyang crosses his arms in front of him to tug at the bottom of his hoodie; even with his back to you, you scan each sliver of skin revealed to you like a person starved. As if feeling the weight of your stare, the tech moves slowly without even tossing you so much as a glance over his shoulder– deliberately drawing your attention in further.
Seated between the two dimples on his lower back is a delicate-looking butterfly tattoo. There’s nothing special about the design, not much more than some line art of the insect, but it’s intriguing enough that you almost forget to look at anything else. Almost.
The muscles in his back ripple as he tugs the heavy fabric over his head, letting it fall into the polish-stained seat of the chair without much care. After a long beat of silence, your curiosity gets the best of you. “Hey, the butterfly on your back, does it mean something?”
“Nothing really,” He offers you a breathless laugh, undoing the button on his jeans with one handed ease. “I guess it was an act of rebellion when I finally left home at 19. It meant so much to me when I got it, but now it feels a bit silly.”
“It’s not silly, it’s…actually really nice.”
“I’m glad you like it, my dad nearly kicked my ass when he first saw it. I swear I’ve never seen his face get that red in my entire life!” Yangyang fumbles the rest of the way out of his jeans, one of the pant legs getting stuck comically around his ankle. “I thought he was going to skin me alive and hang me from the flagpole!”
When he is finally free from his denim prison, he tosses it into his small clothes pile and leaves his black tennis shoes where he stepped out of them to come back to your side. He doesn’t, however, take off his socks, which is only mildly concerning. Now that the tech has returned to where you are seated, you get a good look at the impression of his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s not too long, standing at around average length, but the girth alone is something to shy away from. 
When he notices you studying him, he raises a playful, arched brow, gentle palm coming up to cup the side of your face. “Like what you see?”
You nod and hum sweetly, leaning in to nose along his length. You take your time to inhale gulps of his scent, salty with sweat, and your action elicits the most primal of noises from the back of his throat. “Fuck,” He croaks, biting down harshly on the plump flesh of his lower lip. “If I wasn’t about to bust a nut just looking at you this close to my cock, I would want to see how pretty your lips would look, stretched and struggling to take it.”
You moan in response, and his thumb slides from its perch on your face to streak the remnants of your cherry red lipstick across your cheek. He smiles wide, pearly glint of teeth almost entirely humorless. “So fucking pretty. Hm, I guess we’ll have to save that for your next appointment. We have to leave some things to the imagination, don’t we?”
There’s an impatience in the way Yangyang rids himself of his underwear under your watchful stare. Under any other circumstance, you would probably tease him for his shaking hands and the silly way he kicks the fabric airborne to God knows where. Right now, though, you find your throat impossibly dry, and you swallow hard in a desperate attempt to wet it as you watch his length spring free from its confines.
He wraps his hand around his cock, giving it a few leisurely pumps, his eyes zeroing in on your glistening lower half still seated in an embarrassing pool of slick. “I don’t have a condom on me, is that cool? I’m clean, I get tested regularly.”
“Mhm,” You reply breathlessly. “Just fuck me, please, I need to feel you.”
He nods once, resolute, those words all he needed to hear before he moved in. Yangyang’s hands are heavy on your hips, pulling you closer to his torso and sliding you further down on the chair. Fuck, your neck is definitely going to be hurting in the morning. Then, one hand leaving your body, he holds his dick to gently run the head through your puffy folds. He collects your arousal, careful not to slip inside just yet, but he prods at your clit at the end of a slow swipe. Simultaneously, the pair of you shiver at the stimulation, and it’s almost as if you were connected to the same live wire. Electrifying. 
After a few more passes of his cock it seems that even he is tiring of the teasing, so he finally, finally breeches your walls. A sweet moan tumbles from your mouth, low and unrestrained, and he hisses in response. “God, you’re gripping me so tight, are you sure that you’ve been fucked before?” He groans, head falling to meet the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “I’ve barely even gotten the tip inside and you’re already trying to push me out.”
Your walls are giving futile resistance to his length, but he continues pushing in steadily until he’s fully seated inside of you. “So thick!” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.
“That’s right, Sweetheart. And you’re taking it all…” He punctuates his words by tightening his grip on your hips, blunt fingernails biting into your skin. A part of you hopes that they bruise.
He sets a brutal pace from the start, almost immediately pulling back to reenter despite the lack of adequate adjustment. When you whine in complaint, he offers a simple, halfhearted apology that sounds something like “Shit…sorry, o-oh fuck, I’ll make it up to you, I swear..!”
It– He’s endearing, so you let it slide.
Each thrust is perfectly placed, and you have to toss your forearm across your face to keep from letting out the embarrassing noises bubbling up your throat. Yangyang doesn’t seem to appreciate that, and he punishes you with a wordless nip at the column of your neck accordingly. 
You can feel pleasure mounting where your two bodies meet, and you hate to admit that you can already feel your release tingling in your toes and the tips of your fingers. Despite the effort to keep your sounds at bay, you’re still letting out a few here and there past your drool-slick barrier. “Oh my God!” You wail when he brushes the spot in you that sets off blindingly bright fireworks right behind your eyes. “Right there!”
“Right here?” He teases with a pointed thrust, breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat, leaving the comfort of your neck to meet your gaze.
While the first thrust sets off fireworks, the next one feels like a flashbang. An explosion of white hot pleasure nearly takes you by surprise, and you lose all semblance of self-control, rolling your hips down into him and fucking yourself further onto his cock. “Yes! Don’t stop!”
And he doesn’t. The tech instead grabs one of your thighs, maneuvering you onto your side and guiding your leg up onto his shoulder in one swift movement. He immediately slips back into your wet heat with a groan, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this pussy, shit, I’m going to have to move up your fill appointment.”
With the new angle, one of his hip bones kiss your clit in just the right way. Tears springing to your eyes, elusive orgasm hurtling towards you at an alarming pace. “I’m gonna cum!” You whine, a teardrop rolling over the gentle slope of your cheekbone.
“Cum for me, Sweetheart, let me feel you cream my cock!”
He doesn’t slow his thrusts or make any unnecessary adjustments as you finally, and thankfully, come undone. Your heart thunders loudly in your head as you drench both the chair and the skin where you and him connect. Upon feeling your hole flutter around him, Yangyang whimpers and doesn’t slow his movements despite you teetering on the edge of pain from your recent orgasm. 
“So, so good for me, I knew you were a good girl.” He babbles, barely coherent at all. You hiss when the stimulation becomes all too much, and he still finds it within himself to coo at the state of you. “I know, I know, I’m so close. Just a little bit more.”
Then, just when you think that you’ve completely figured him out, he does something completely unexpected. He guides your hand, resting limply at your side, up to his neck. Holding you there with an insistent press of his palm, wanting you to create pressure of your own.
When you grace him with a gentle squeeze, his eyes immediately roll back into his head. “Are you sure?” You ask, easing off of the pressure only the slightest bit. 
“Please, please, please…” He pants, a dribble of spit creeping into the corner of his mouth.
Once you receive his desperate plea, your fingers tighten their grip, but not so much as to completely restrict airflow all together. His eyes, hazy and unfocused, are glued to the ceiling. Face red and forehead beaded with sweat, his hips stutter as his end closes in on him.
Your eyes widen and you tighten your grip with haste, “Pull out!”
And he does, a trembling hand prying your fingers from his neck. Yangyang holds it tenderly in contrast to the furious nature that he’s currently jerking his cock. After a few more pumps, he grits his teeth and cums with a near inhuman shout, making sure to cover the entirety of your hand with strings of his pearlescent release.
With a few lingering tugs, he milks himself of what remains and heaves a long sigh, completely satiated. Then, as if reinflating a party balloon, he perks up and hops directly into action. “Wait! Hold it right there!” He says, speed walking back to his discarded pile of clothing. “Don’t move a muscle.”
Your forehead wrinkles in confusion, but you do as he asks, not really wanting to move much anyway. When he finally returns to your side, he waves his long forgotten cellphone in the air with a shit-eating grin. Your heart drops, “What are you doing with that?”
Immediately, he raises his hands defensively (phone still clutched in one of them), smile dropping. His brows shoot up to his hairline. “Just taking a picture of your hand. You know that I post pictures of my work on Instagram, right?”
“Gross!”
The tech raises and drops his shoulder, all-too-familiar amusement lacing his tone. “The ladies love it.”
“Go ahead…just don’t post it, for fuck’s sake.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your unsoiled hand, a loud discontented sigh wracking your body.
“I won’t, I won’t. Scout’s honor!” Yangyang beams, rubbing at the nape of his neck. The action would almost seem sheepish if you didn’t already see him for what he truly is. “This is for my private collection.”
“Oh, you’re sick.”
“Guilty as charged, Sweetheart.”
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The day’s still young when Yangyang finds himself with some free time to take a break. He had (that being the keyword) an early morning appointment, but, despite the bitterness he initially felt at the last minute cancellation, he’s thankful for the prospect of an earlier lunch.
He grabs his elementary school-grade Deadpool lunchbox out of the electric blue minifridge, unzipping it carefully so as to not spill its contents all over the floor. His meticulously packed lunch consists of a tinfoil wrapped sandwich, a small bag of Cheetos, a couple of snack cakes, and a pack of Scooby-Doo gummies.
The lunch of champions.
He dutifully unwraps the main course, disposing of the foil with an arch of his wrist, tossing the ball at an overflowing waste bin. Yangyang, of course, overestimates the distance and misses the metal can entirely. Classic man behavior. But instead of standing, picking it up, and disposing of it properly, he decides to ignore its existence entirely and pretend that he made it in. It’s not like anyone saw his failure, right?
Right?
Wrong. “Nice one.” Jeno says out of the blue, carefully pushing the wall of beads aside so he can join his coworker in the break room.
He didn’t even hear the man approach the break room, or even the familiar chime of the front door, for that matter. It’s a small space as it is, made even tinier with the addition of his coworker. The chiropractor leans casually against the wall with crossed, beefy arms, unintentionally interrupting Yangyang’s free time– and the path of a sandwich to his mouth. There’s a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth, amusement written all over his face.
“Thanks.” Yangyang replies, bouncing an unbothered shoulder, and raising his sandwich to take a comically large bite.
Jeno leans down to retrieve the foil ball as the other male chews, gently balancing it atop the teetering trash pile. “So I heard that you were able to see one of my regular clients the other day.” He starts, delicately weaving his way into an entirely different topic of conversation.
Most likely the one he came here to begin in the first place.
“Hm? I did?” The silver haired man answers after he chokes down a swallow. With a tilt of his head, he lowers his stack of bread, bologna, cheese, and mayonnaise pensively. When he doesn’t get an immediate response, he impatiently moves to lift it back in the direction of his slacked jaw.
“Yeah. I’m not too sure why she didn’t contact me first, though.” The chiropractor starts, rubbing at the invisible stubble on his freshly shaved chin. He flashes Yang a white row of teeth, “I told her I would ask you to give her a discount.”
The nail tech comes to a jerky halt, mouth still hanging open to welcome in the food as all the pieces slide into place. Well, it’s more of a fucking slam than a slide at this point. Jeno. Discount. You. With your long legs and black pumps, sauntering into his shop after a long day at work and asking him for a discount.
The discount was a thing? Like, a real, legitimate thing? Shit, Yangyang honestly thought that “discount” was an innuendo for sex. That you were just too shy to outright ask him to fuck you, so you went about it in a roundabout way.
Suddenly armed with the new knowledge, the picture he has of his handiwork, tucked away within the hidden folder of his cellphone, weighs heavily in the pocket of his sweats.
A picture he’s looked at countless times since that evening. A memory that never fails to have his dick stirring. That particular photo, as well as the things he did with you, to you, has lived in the back of his mind…
Yet now he somewhat feels as though he’s taken advantage of you and your situation. Only somewhat. But even with that revelation, he feels reluctant to erase that image from his gallery. 
Because erasing that would feel too much like erasing you.
A fat glob of mayo falls from his half-eaten sandwich, hitting the table of the break room with a tiny, but still audible, sound. “Wait, there really was a discount?”
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jaminthemiddle · 3 months
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His Christmas Gift
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Summary: Your bestfriend–turned into boyfriend–Yangyang gives you his Christmas gift this year. The gift unexpectedly turned out spicy and unwrapped in a risky place.
WC: 1.8k words
genre: smut
tags: car sex, protected sex, breast play, big d!ck!yangyang, dirty talks. MINORS DNI!
THIS IS A PART 2 OF: TRICK OR TREAT
YANGYANG M.LIST || NCT MAIN M.LIST
“Really mom? Do you really have to go there?” Yangyang asked his mom, who will visit their auntie’s place today.
“Yes, I will come back later, though. Of course we’ll celebrate Christmas eve together. Your sister will also leave for some errands but she will also come back later.”
“Okay, mom. I’ll just take care of the pets.”  
That’s why you ended up in Yangyang’s lap, your legs being spread widely, while panting.
Car sex isn’t a good idea. But with Yangyang wearing a tank top, who aggressively pulled you in the car to give his “Christmas gift”, you cannot resist him anymore. You’re slowly hoping that nobody would enter the garage anytime soon.
Both of you gasped for air as he slid it in. Yangyang held your waist so tightly. You look like a mess because your hair was disheveled but your beauty still makes Yangyang’s heart flutter.
“Fu-uck Baby. Y-you're so good.” Yangyang said while you’re pumping.
He started kissing your neck down to the valley of your breasts. He successfully took down your tube top to fully cup your breasts.You were gasping for air as he continued to suck you everywhere.
“Hmmm.. your tits are so good baby. All mine.” Yangyang said.
“Baby.. It feels s-so good.. Fuck baby.” You moaned.
He continued to suck your breasts while his hands roamed around your body. You tried to let out a moan as quietly as you can but with Yangyang pleasuring you so much, you just want to shout right now.
Your lips met his lips again. Yangyang was so hungry for you. The thing that happened during halloween finally continued until Christmas season.
In between those days, you were sneaking into his house to make out but you still haven’t surrendered yourself to him. It’s just that, this Christmas, he was too hard to resist.
You arched your back when Yangyang started sucking your breast again.
“Yangyang..” You said as you run your fingers through his hair.
“Yes baby.. continue moaning my name.” He answered.
Yangyang’s car was filled with your name and his name as well. He continued to suck your neck, chest, breast–everywhere he can. He promised that he will make you feel good as long as he can.
You scratched his back as he pumped faster. You feel like you will not walk properly for days because he is really THAT BIG.
When both of you reached the climax, Yangyang hugged you so tight while he was still inside you. The two of you tried to catch your breath while your forehead touched his.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” Yangyang whispered and kissed your cheek.
“That.. was.. so good.” You answered.
“Your pussy is so good, too. My cock finally received a warm hug.” Yangyang said then laughed.
“I.. I wasn’t prepared though. In fact, you are my first.” You shyly confessed.
Yangyang kissed your lips genuinely. He broke the kiss and smiled.
“You are my first too.” Yangyang surprisingly answered.
“Really? But you were really that good.”
“It’s like I applied for a job with zero experience. Be proud of me, baby.” Yangyang jokingly said.
After that, the two of you made out again. As soon as you get tired, both of you get dressed. Unexpectedly, there was a light that came from outside. Yangyang panicked slightly.
“Oh my god. I think my mom and my sister are there already.”
The two of you went out of the car and headed straight to the backyards. Their garage was connected to the backyards so you easily transported there. As Yangyang sees a trash can, he immediately threw his used condom.
He thought of a plan. You need to do other things so his sister and mom will not notice that you just sucked each other earlier. Maybe barbecue date in the backyards would help covering the mess.
“Help me prepare this babe,” Yangyang said as he gave you the barbecue griller. You set it up while Yangyang gets the barbecue sticks and meat inside their house.
The two of you prepared barbecues that time, pretending that nothing juicy happened inside the car. As soon as you heard the voices of Yangyang’s mom and his sister Jinnie, you fixed your hair immediately.
Yangyang is laughing because you look like a mess.
“Hey Y/N!” His sister Jinnie greeted you and you stood up to hug her. Your legs sore..
“Join us for dinner!” She added.
“Ah, yeah sure! I can.” You said. Your mom allowed you to have dinner at Yangyang’s house so it’s not a problem.
“The food smells good, Yangyangie. Hey Y/N!” Yangyang’s mom approached you too and gave you a paperbag. “Merry Christmas, I hope you’ll like it.”
“Thanks, auntie!”
“From now on, call me mommy.” Yangyang’s mom said then entered the house again.
“Where’s my hug mom!!” Yangyang shouted. His mom laughed loud.
Jinnie got 1 stick of barbecue and went back inside the house again. As soon as they left, Yangyang is laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” You asked quietly.
“Because you’re too cute when nervous.” He answered.
You picked one barbecue and bit one, “Good thing we transported quickly here. Or else I’ll be judged by them.” You said then chuckled.
“And good thing you’re wearing a turtleneck baby.” He answered and winked.
Ah yes.. before you leave the car, Yangyang gives you a turtleneck top so you can hide your hickeys. You went to the comfort room for a while and checked yourself in the mirror. Your neck and chest were marked.. a lot.
You went back to the backyard and Yangyang’s mom and Jinnie followed already. The dinner was filled with laughter and chitchats. You opened the gift you received tonight and it was a tote bag designed with a cute sheep.
“I love the barbecues. For sure, Y/N made all of these. I don’t trust Yangyang’s recipes though,” Mrs. Liu said. All of you laughed.
“Both of us prepared all of that, mommy.” You answered.
“Tsk. Mom is such a basher. I won’t give you my Christmas gift.” Yangyang defended.
“Speaking of, what’s your Christmas gift to Y/N since this was your first Christmas together as a couple?” Mrs. Liu asked. 
You almost choked on your food and looked at Yangyang who is currently biting and eating barbecue. You imagined the moment a while ago while he was devouring every inch of you..
“Ah. Mommy, he already gave me.. a jewelry last time. Hehe.” You answered.
“Oh.. Jewelry.” Jinnie nodded but looked suspicious.
You looked at Yangyang who smirked at you. You can feel the pain between your legs but you definitely had a good time earlier.
“Oh by the way, I have something to give to your Mom. I had extra kitchenware bought earlier. Let’s just sort it later Y/N, before you go home so you can bring them.” Yangyang’s mom said.
You nodded.
As soon as you finished the dinner with Liu family, Yangyang drove you home and gave you the sweetest kiss before you enter your house.
You felt extreme body pain especially in between your legs but you will surely do it with Yangyang again.
The next day, Yangyang’s mom and Jinnie are cooking food early in the morning. It is the actual Christmas Day and there will be few visitors in their house.
“Merry Christmas mom and sis!” Topless Yangyang enthusiastically said while entering the kitchen.
Without brushing his teeth and washing his face, Yangyang tasted the spaghetti sauce on the table. Jinnie, who is still drinking her morning coffee, choked on her drink.
“Eewww, baby bro. Brush your teeth first!"
“I have a fresh breath even if I just woke up.” Yangyang answered.
“What happened to your back, Yangyang?! It was full of scratches!” His mom exclaimed.
“Oh?” Yangyang said and tried to look at his back to check the scratches.
“I slept naked, maybe coco scratched me while sleeping.” Yangyang quickly made an excuse but it was actually your fault.
“Oh hmmm. Maybe let coco sleep in the living room. You might get rabies if you let him scratch you all the time.” His mom answered.
After eating breakfast, Yangyang took a bath and wore his most comfortable outfit. The two of you agreed to not meet today so you can spend this day with your families.
As an introvert, Yangyang just stayed in his room and watched netflix. Coco is beside him, sleeping. He called you through a video call.
“Hey baby! Merry Christmas!” You said.
“Merry Christmas, baby!” He answered.
“I am preparing food right now. Look baby, I’m preparing pasta.” You said.
“Looks delicious baby, but I think you still taste better.” Yangyang said then winked in the video call.
“Shhhhh,” You mouthed. “Mom might hear you, my phone is on a loudspeaker and she’s just outside.”
Yangyang laughed. You are blushing when you suddenly remembered the intense sex last night.
“My mom and sister saw my back scratches. I did not expect that you are that intense baby. You just defeated Coco by scratching me.” Yangyang said then laughed.
“Does it sore??! I’m sorry..” You said.
“No, baby. I actually like that. Mark your territory, I’m all yours.” Yangyang said, then bit his lips.
You sighed and held your phone, “Baby, I’ll just finish this recipe okay? I’ll call you later. I love you!”
“Okay baby, sure thing. I love you!”
Yangyang ended the call and continued watching the television. He is not in the mood to interact with their visitors. If he could spend a long time outside, it would probably be with you.
Yangyang’s phone rang because his sister texted her. She was just in the other room.
Are you sure it was coco who scratched your back? 😂 
Jinnie, who is a very funny and witty sister, wants to put his brother on a hot seat.
Yangyang got some cold knees as he receives the text.
Yeah. Why? He quickly replied.
It does not look like a cat scratch. It’s from a person’s nails Yangyang 🤭
???????? Yangyang replied.
I arrived earlier than mom last night. I stayed in the garden for a while and glanced at the garage. I did not looked for you.
Andddd I am pretty sure that our car is moving. 😅 So, my question is, why are you banging each other in the car? We have many bedrooms, bro. 🤣
Yangyang got up from bed instantly and heard his sister’s laugh from the next room.
“I swear to God, you’re so nosy, sister!!!” Yangyang finally shouted.
As if on cue, the door of his room opened revealing his sister.
“Go away!” Yangyang tried to control his laugh.
“Next time, please use your room if you wanna bang her. Car maintenance is expensive.” Jinnie said and laughed.
Yangyang threw a pillow to his sister but she quickly closed the door. 
He swears to himself that he would have sex anywhere with you–but without getting caught, of course. 😂
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This is long overdue. 😅 This was supposed to be published last Christmas day but I was so busy. 😂
The story is purely FICTIONAL and does not reflect any of the idols that are mentioned. Do not repost or translate any of my works without my permission.
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