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Sticky Situation (HJ)
Ghoul!Hongjoong x afab!reader
Summary: after receiving a dare from your friends, you went into the ‘haunted’ mansion as everyone says, but is it really haunted though? Something is watching you..
Warnings: NSFW MDNI, messy intercourse, slight stalking, dumbification, slime/goo play, ghost stuff, mention of death, aphrodisiac cum, rough sex.
Genre: Smut
AU: Paranormal
WC: 1.6k
Rated: R
Tags: @stardragongalaxy here is your secret admirer request!
Also there will be no part two cause I struggled lol
“Come on, you guys really cannot believe it’s haunted! Ghosts don’t exist!”
Your friends had rolled their eyes at you, “You don’t have to believe us, which is why we are daring you to go inside.”
You had stood in front of a large lavish yet run down mansion, it looked like it was straight from the 1700's, but it was still beautiful. It didn't exactly look quite abandoned but also looked like no one lived there. Maybe someone kept maintenance of it.
Approaching the vast doors, they creaked open with just a soft touch, “Hello?” You called out, like an idiot. Have you not learned from the horror films?
The place was beautiful on the inside, but was clearly abandoned, yet in pristine shape. Who was keeping it so mummified?
There was a grand staircase that winded up to the second floor, which was lined with old renaissance paintings, covered in yellow varnish.
A lot of furniture was covered with white cloth, which you assumed was to protect them from the dust already accumulating.
Dead eyes appeared in the darkness, watching you from afar yet you hadn’t noticed.
The air was musty and smelly, smelled of slight death and blood.
You made your way through double doors and found an almost pristine kitchen with antique appliances, the fridge, the stove, etc. All early eras.
Slipping out of the kitchen into the next room, you found a secret staircase, it seemed like it led to the basement, but as you descended down the steps, the stench of death kept heavily increasing. So, you quickly ran back up the stairs and slammed the door shut, covering your mouth as you tried not gag.
The eyes that watched your every move, quietly chuckled. An evil like smirk forming on its face.
Did you walk into a serial killer's hideout? Why did it smell like pure death? You wanted to leave so badly but your friends made a bet you wouldn’t last long, through the night even so.
You covered your mouth and left the area with teary eyes. You made your way upstairs to the second floor, the winding steps making you dizzy.
You could only open doors that were unlocked and there weren’t many. It was as if someone was trying to prevent you from exploring. You found the master bedroom, or what seemed to be the master bedroom. It was very large. The bed looked very dusty and unused. Looks like this is the room you’ll be staying in tonight, you thought to yourself.
Making your way to the bed, the floor creaked beneath you. You winced with every step and hoped this home was truly empty and was just an old place with dead bodies.
When you sat on the bed, you noticed some type of slime was excreting from it. You shot up from the mattress and began frantically wiping your pants, clearly grossed out.
“What the fuck!” You gagged, hands now covered in the slime.
You couldn’t even begin to think of where it came from, let alone excrete from an old bed.
As you went to leave the room, the door slammed shut in front of you. You let out a loud scream and fell to the floor, slightly bruising your tailbone from the fall.
“Where’d you think you’re going, pet?” A voice mocked you in the darkness.
You gasped in fear as you stood up to your feet, running to the door. Pulling on the handle that just wouldn’t budge. You cried out in frustration as you began to feel trapped and feared for your life.
“Awe, you think you can leave, oh-precious-life?” The voice began to stalk towards you.
You whipped around to face a man, or what looked like a man, his deathly pale skin, wide brimmed hat and a long black coat approached you with a scary grin.
“Get away from me!” You backed into the door.
“That’s very cute. You aren’t going anywhere.”
As he came closer, you could inspect his features, which you came to realize he is very attractive, but still scared you to the very bone.
His black tipped fingers came to brush against your cheek, goo oozing from the tips.
His chest pressed closer against yours, the hat brim stopping him from pushing even closer, “You smell delicious.” His tongue swiped across his lips, “I love the scent of fear.”
You whimpered as he threw the hat across the room. His nose falling to your neck crevice, inhaling your scent. The close proximity of this attractive..man, was arousing you greatly.
He let out a loud cackle, “Ooh, never have I had a human get aroused just by this!”
You gripped onto his coat as he began licking strips along your skin, taking in the flavor of human flesh.
He chuckled once again at your desperation, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, human?”
Hongjoong pressed his hardening bulge against your thigh.
‘What are you doing?” You whined as his hands began to roam your body.
“I’m going to fuck you, is that not what you want?” He whispered into your ear, nipping on the lobe.
His hands began to roam your body, “I can clearly smell how much you want this.”
His two hands came up to your shirt, grabbing the middle and ripping it in half. The pieces hang there from your shoulders. You yelp in protest, heat flooding throughout your body.
“You’re never gonna want another human cock after this.” An evil like cackle spilled from his lips with a toothy and mischievous
grin.
His teeth pierce the skin between your neck and shoulder, not drawing blood but practically attaching himself to you with a mark.
He grabs you from under the thighs and hikes you against the wall, tearing your feet from the floor, to wrap around his waist. His hardened cock now pressed against your clothes and wet cunt.
Hongjoong giggled in your ear, “You know, I haven’t fucked a human in so long, not since I died,” He pulls his face away and takes one boob in his hand, the black slime on his fingers left behind a slimey trail down your breast valley. His claw-like fingernails jabbed into the plush skin, drawing blood and pain. He didn’t care for your cries because he knew you wanted this just as much as him.
He brought his pale lips to yours, smashing them together. He then carries you to the unused bed, practically throwing you on the mattress. He uses his hands to rip open your pants, tossing the now ruined fabric across the room.
You quickly scrambled to the headboard, clearly embarrassed you were in your underwear in front of him.
A crazy grin spread against his cheeks as he grabbed your ankles, yanking you down the mattress and back to him, “Why do you continue to try and run from me?” his hand ran down your waist, to your thighs, then back up to your underwear, snapping the band against your hips.
Hongjoong buries his face against your clothed cunt, taking in the scent of your arousal, “Fuck, smells so good.”
You whine as he pulls down the cloth, tossing it over his shoulder. His long and pointed tongue darts out to lick the slick that leaked out of your hole. He throws your legs over his shoulders and pressed his nose against your clit. His tongue playing and teasing the tight hole, he wanted to prepare it for what he referred to as his, ‘monster sized cock,’ when he wasn’t wrong. He is a monster and his cock is huge.
“Gonna fuck you so good.” He mumbled into your cunt as his tongue swirled around your walls, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs. Then slipped his free hand underneath, and slipped a finger in just below his wet muscle.
When he was done playing with you, he removed himself from you and let your legs down.
“Ready for my cock, pretty one?”
You whimpered with a nod, spreading your legs to reveal your puffy and used cunt, “Please, I want your cock so bad.”
He laughed and took the base of his cock and lined himself up, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration as he pushed in, “Little human is so pathetic for me. How cute.”
The second his cock reached the hilt, you already felt fucked dumb. He was just that big, his cock so thick and long in size. The best you’ve had.
“Gonna cry?” He grunts as thrusts his hips up, “Gonna cry like a little baby? Can’t handle my cock?” He rests his arms by your head, “Well too bad, you’re gonna take it, you’re gonna love it and you’re gonna beg me for more.”
He sat back on his knees, thrusting into your cunt, while his hands excreted ectoplasm onto your body, the stick feeling was heavy and gross but you couldn’t focus on that. Not while his cock jackhammered into you, barely putting any effort into it yet he had you seeing stars.
He flipped your body around, so that your head could be pushed into the dusty mattress. He raised your hips up, but also rested a hand on your lower back.
You let out a scream as this angle let him reach you even deeper than before, his cock seemed to stretch you out even more if that was possible.
“I’m gonna cum so fucking deep in you, you’ll never want to leave me here. You’ll be mine forever.” His hand gripped your hip so tight, that his nails drew blood and left behind bruises.
“Please, inside, please!” The mattress mumbled your words but he understood you clearly.
He leans down to your ear, “Gladly.”
His black cum spurt out in all directions inside of you. It definitely didn’t feel normal but it heated you up and felt like you needed more. You wanted more, “Oh fuck, I need more. Fuck me more. Please.” You whined and looked back at him.
“That’s so funny, I told you that you’d beg for more, pretty one.”
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so good for us.
hongjoong x reader (f) x san / g: established relationship, poly au, smut / wc: +4k / warnings: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex (dont do it), threesome?, foursome, cum playing, cursing, sub/dom dynamics, oral (m & f receiving) / r: 18+ MINORS DNI
HAPPY VALENTINES MY DEAR @sanjoongie ! I tried my best to write good lemon for the lemon queen, I know I know the audacity but I'm sure I went somewhere... hope you like it please block me if you don't ;')
note: this is specially made for Topaz but everyone is welcome to enjoy the debauchery !
“You look incredible on it.”
Hongjoong speaks from the door frame, where he is admiring the view as you model to yourself the set of lacey lingerie that he just gifted you for your anniversary. You turn back and get closer to him, turning on your heels, now showing off to your boyfriend.
“I wonder what you have in mind, there must be a reason for it” you finally get to his side, and kiss him softly, his hand resting on your waist as he pulls you until you are pressed against him.
You start kissing Hongjoong when you feel San’s hand pulling your hair away from your neck, giving him enough space to plant a kiss while his hands roam on your hips and a little below them.
“Today is a very special occasion, doll” he coos as he turns you over, making you whine as it makes you break the kiss with Hongjoong. “Oh, don’t you want to kiss me?,”
His tone turns sulky and you can’t resist his pleading eyes, kissing him as well. It’s subtle behind his jeans but you can feel him getting hard as his fingers trace over the lacey underwear. You moan softly against San’s lips as Hongjoong lets you go, walking towards the coat hanger and taking his favorite jacket.
“Come on Love, I wish we could go out with you in lingerie, but alas,” He laughs, urging you to stop making out with San and finish dressing up for the night.
Tonight was your anniversary with both your boyfriends. Hongjoong reserved dinner at your favorite restaurant, both of them always eager to please you on every detail on your romantic dates.
You chuckled against San’s lips, his hands were already palming over your pussy, trying to push in, you stopping him.
“Save that energy for when we come back,” you tease him, placing a smack on his cheek and sprinting to the bedroom to finish dressing up.
San pouted, looking at Hongjoong in anticipation, but the latter was already waiting for you two at the door. You glanced at them suspiciously sensing they were onto something. Quickly you slid a shiny dress over your head, the hem of the skirt falling exactly on the edge of your stockings. You did a couple of fixes on your hair and after putting your heels on, and walked towards your boyfriends who waited at the door for you.
Hongjoong handed your coat and soon you were out, ready to dine, wine and spend a relaxing night out, before coming back home where you were sure, something special awaited.
In the restaurant, as you sipped on your third glass of wine you suddenly felt the soft touch of San’s fingers, brushing slightly under your dress-skirt. He was extra touchy tonight. Kissing your shoulder, brushing words over your ear, squeezing your tights under the table, all evening.
Usually when you were out like this, it was customary for people to glance over in disbelief and disapproval, you three weren’t really hiding the fact that your relationship was polyamorous. You tried to sit between the two of them tonight but San had grabbed you and placed you beside him the entire evening, with Hongjoong sitting across from you. The thing that puzzled you the most is that he wasn’t really doing anything about it.
Both San and Hongjoong were kind of possessive, and when one or the other wanted to take the lead with you, the other was ready to jump, to your delight, making them both fight for your attention. Even turning into themselves for little kisses or touches when you were the one ignoring them. But tonight was different. Hongjoong seemed out of it, not really caring that the people on adjacent tables and waiters alike glanced awkwardly at him, pitying him for seemingly being the third wheel between San and you.
A little past midnight, Hongjoong suddenly declared it was time to go. He was designated to drive since he barely touched alcohol. In the car, San continued with his mission of making out with you all night. As San’s tongue was inside you, your eyes were looking for Hongjoong’s through the rear view, asking him for a signal that he was paying attention.
“San, you better go easy on her until we get home,” He suddenly said, eyes still on the road. “We don’t want her pretty gift to get ruined before that.”
San whines, biting your lip as he breaks the kiss, and just leaning his head between your neck and shoulders, hands out from inside your dress. You smile, both from Hongjoong’s command and San’s cute whining.
At least he’s planning something.
The familiar awkward glance of the receptionist greets you as she watches the three of you holding hands together, entering the apartment complex. She was a woman in his fifties that even after months living there and seeing you almost every day, wasn't used to the fact that you three were together romantically.
You politely smile back at her, San waves and Hongjoong nods, she smiles back, quickly turning back to the computer screen in front of her.
“She can’t get used to it,” San laughs once you three are on the elevator.
“Did I tell any of you that she once asked me if my parents knew what I was doing up there?, she thought I was charging you guys”
“So she thought you were a whore, say it.” San teased you, hugging you from behind.
“San!” you cried, feigning wanting to get away from him.
“In a few moments you will act like one,” He bit your shoulder and you pushed him teasingly.
“I’m not drunk enough not to kick you, Mr. Chestnut”
Hongjoong laughed softly, taking you from San’s embrace, touching you for the first time since you left the apartment earlier that evening.
“Oh, so you love me back? You've been weird all night.” you pouted.
Hongjoong laughs, and San laughs with him. “I’m just saving my energy.”
“So you two will fuck me that good tonight, eh?” you rolled your eyes at him.
“Well,” San begins to speak, but the elevator door opens, making him stop. Hongjoong walks towards your apartment door and starts looking for the key in his pocket. San takes your hand, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb. It’s soothing, and you always appreciate it when he has that gesture, but your senses tell you that he only does that when he’s trying to ease your nerves or comfort you.
“Sanie?” you turn to see him, and he kisses the back of your palm in response.
Hongjoong enters first, San and yourself close behind him. As soon as you take one step into the living room you notice something different. Something, or rather someone standing at your kitchen counter.
“Hello,” the man turns from whatever he was doing in the kitchen. “How was the anniversary dinner?”. Plum lips smile gently as he walks into the living room where Hongjoong is already ready to greet him.
“Love, tonight we’ll have a little company”. Hongjoong’s hand moves to your lower back, kissing your cheek before he walks to the bedroom. You turn to San with a confused look, but he’s already walking towards the man standing in front of you.
You recognize him from a couple of gatherings with Hongjoong’s producer friends.
“Doll, you remember Seonghwa, think you have met him before?” San asks as he removes his coat and helps you get rid of yours, walking towards the hanger.
“Uh, yes, we have met, Hongjoong’s studio?.”
You remembered him very well.
One night, way past midnight you had accompanied Hongjoong to the studio for a couple of beers while he finished his work, and Seonghwa had appeared bringing more drinks, which turned into an all nighter as he and other few people joined. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and you were ashamed to say you couldn’t either.
He had big eyes, plump lips. His voice was so melodic and soothing. His laugh was very peculiar, making him look worried and you just couldn’t stop thinking about it. He brushed his hand over yours when you passed him one can of beer, and it sent shivers down your spine. He also played with his tongue a little bit too much, and it was making you crazy.
Later that night, you could tell Hongjoong had noticed, he was possessive over you, and something like you finding his friend hot couldn’t pass by him.
You give the guest a smile, not sure how to react yet. This was supposed to be your anniversary night with your boyfriends, and now there’s a third man in your house ready to join?.
“I’ll pour us some drinks,” Seonghwa said, walking towards the kitchen counter where he was before, taking glasses from the counters as if it was his own home. San comes back to your side and you are quick to glare at him before he offers to go help Seonghwa out.
“Uhm, what the fuck?” you mutter only for him to hear.
“What?” he says back with a smile that would pass as full of innocence if you didn’t know him better. “Relax, don’t you trust us?” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, caressing your cheek with the other one, slowly going down across your bottom lip.
Hongjoong comes from the bedroom, coat and jacket long gone, looking as relaxed as one could be in this situation.
Seonghwa comes back with the drinks, San helps him to hand them out. You sit between your boyfriends on the long couch, while Seonghwa takes the single one in front of you, looking like he was a counselor of some sorts.
The three men sip on their drinks and you can’t take the uncertainty, but just as you are about to ask what the fuck is happening, Hongjoong speaks first.
“Love, remember that time in the studio? When you couldn't take your eyes from Seonghwa? I told San how wet you were when I fucked you in the bathroom that night, and im sure it was because of my friend here, well we couldnt stop thinking about that ever since.”
San sipped on his drink, a smirk drawing on his face. “Hongjoong told him how good you are for us, and he would love to get a taste this time.” his voice dripping like honey, the tone he used when he was aroused.
Seonghwa’s eyes were dark as he witnessed your boyfriends giving you the heads up about what was about to happen. He didn't flinch as he watched Hongjoong turn you to face him, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “Will you be good for us and show our guest what a goddess you are when you are on your knees?.”
San placed a hand on your tight and found you trembling. You turned to see Seonghwa and just by seeing him sit, legs open, pushing dark locks of hair from his eyes as he sipped on his drink was enough to feel the familiar warmth between your legs, finishing ruining the lacey lingerie Hongjoong gifted you, first because of San, and now as you glanced at the stranger eyeing you with a shine in his eyes.
“Let’s chat a little first, shall we?,” Hongjoong relaxes on his seat and finishes his drink in one go. “I don't want my Love to be nervous when she should be letting us take care of her, right Seonghwa?”.
Seonghwa hums, crossing his legs and smiling at you tenderly.
The next half hour goes with lots of chatter and more drinks being passed on, you can barely pay attention to the conversation even if Seonghwa is attentive to know what you say and trying to get you to relax around him.
“I’ll be right back,” you excuse yourself at one point to go to the bathroom. Once there you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves down. You couldn’t deny you were thrilled and actually wanted Seonghwa, the way he looked at you the entire night reminded you of that time at the studio. Hongjoong was right, after everyone left and there was only you and your boyfriend there, you imagined Seonghwa’s mouth between your legs as Hongjoong worked on you, and you hated that you were so obvious about it that even he noticed.
You come out of the bathroom, finding Hongjoong waiting for you in the hallway.
“Love, are you okay?,” he asks, taking your hand and pulling you towards him. “I can’t wait for him to see what you can do.” He kisses you softly and you look around the living room, noticing both Seonghwa and San are looking in your direction. Hongjoong part from your lips and smiles, guiding you back to the living room.
Hongjoong sits and you follow beside him. He guides your hand to his crotch and you can feel himself getting harder as you palm him softly. He starts unbuttoning his jeans, letting his cock spur free for everyone to see.
You take a deep breath, the truth was that you were wet as fuck, and you do wanted both your boyfriends and Seonghwa. You kneel down and go between your boyfriend’s legs, remembering San’s words from earlier — In a few moments you will act like one, fuck was he right. Wrapping your tongue around the shaft and licking him slowly at first, quickly gaining pace, sucking exactly where you know he loves it.
Hongjoong’s hands are quick grabbing the back of your head, pushing you slightly, encouraging you to continue working him out so good. His breathy and loud moans come quickly. You moan too, suddenly forgetting about the other two men, just enjoying and moaning along Hongjoong, as he pulls your hair with rather force.
“You look so pretty sucking him off, just as they told me.” you heard Seonghwa’s breathy voice behind you, you turned slightly to watch him, noticing both he and San had already started working on themselves as they watched you suck Hongjoong.
You turn your attention to Hongjoong as you hear him praise you for what you're doing to him, your folds already dripping from his little noises and whimpers, music to your ears after him being so quiet all night. The other two men fucking into their hands at the sight of you two are just the cherry on top.
Hongjoong opens his eyes and cups your face, signaling for you to work on him with your hands.
“Show him Love,” he mutters. You nod, licking his cock from the shaft to the tip, before moving and facing both your other boyfriend and your guest.
You look at San, eager to suck him off too, but he smiles at you lovingly, getting closer and kissing you softly in the lips. “Guests first, love” he coos, getting back to his relaxed position on the sofa, cock hard as a rock on his hand, pumping himself at a calm but steady rhythm.
You look at him with pleading eyes, mouth watering by the sight of his length out there so close for you, but your momentarily thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwa, taking your face so you could face him, all of him before you. You crawled at him until you were also between his legs as you were with Hongjoong. Seonghwa relaxed on his seat and closed his eyes, gasping suddenly as you licked him from his balls all the way to his tip, already leaking.
Your tongue swirls around his cock, licking the tip and putting what most you can of him inside you. You take him all in, sucking him off so good, as if he was one of your lovers. You want his praise and to show him it wasn’t all talk. You will have him seeing stars tonight.
“Fuck, she so good… you are so good” Seonghwa moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your tongue worked him up. His praise is having you already so wet you can feel yourself dampened.
For the next half hour you take turns, crawling between both of your boyfriends and Seonghwa, sucking one off as you hand work the other. At some point, while you are back pleasing Hongjoong, you can feel the familiar hands of San grabbing your waist. You almost choke with Hongjoong’s dick inside your mouth, feeling how San pulls down your panties, his eyes fixated on Hongjoong’s. They loved to play dom while they fucked you, and this time was no exception.
You cry out loud as San pushed his dick inside you in one go, it entered so easily that but it was still too much, but you manage to keep working on Hongjoong’s cock, watching how he is seeing your shared boyfriend fucking you from behind as he fucks your mouth too.
You cannot forget your guest of honor. Seonghwa has now moved to another sit and watches darkly as your boyfriends fuck you together, you gaging on Hongjoong’s mouth as San trusts deep inside you.
You don’t know how you are managing to resist coming from all the build up, but your need to please the three of them is stronger, thought you are sure it wont be long til you come from either San fucking you, Hongjoong’s sounds or Seognhwa’s gaze.
“Fuck,” San growls behind you, and you know he can’t hold it anymore. Hongjoong pulls you out his mouth, making you look at him as he pumps himself a couple more times, coming in your mouth, at the same time San is trusting rapidly into you, whispering how good you feel into your ear. He comes mere seconds after Hongjoong, filling you up and you can’t resist anymore. San coming inside you is always your favorite thing, and so you do, moaning loudly as Hongjoong’s own cum drips from your mouth, and San’s combines with yours inside you.
You can hear Seonghwa’s whines as he pumps himself with force, coming into his hand while staring at you and the mess you and your boyfriends left on the carpet floor.
“Love,” Hongjoong is panting, standing up and letting you up as well, ready to see you swallow what’s left of his cum in your mouth. Both San and him hug you, San kissing your shoulders and Hongjoong wiping his load that’s dripping from your chin. “You did so well,”
You kiss him, and then turn to kiss San as well. They both kiss you together, your mouths linked by the cum and saliva you shared. It was a mess but you wouldn’t like it another way.
You see Seonghwa approach you, after cleaning himself up with his own shirt, now discarded on the floor.
“Would you let me taste that pussy as well?”, he asks, pulling you towards him. “It looked so pretty.” He then kisses you with an open mouth, his tongue buried inside you and it’s making you feel a pool inside you all over again. Your tongue plays with his and he grabs you by your ass, holding both your legs and wrapping them around his waist.
San chuckles, taking his shirt off, walking towards the bedroom, opening the door for you and Seonghwa to enter. You couldn’t care less who was fucking you right now, the sensation on your lower abdomen is burning over and you needed to have someone inside you quickly.
Seonghwa had another idea though, dropping you on the bed, sliding your dress over your arms, throwing it away. He pushes your bra down exposing your tits and sucks them sloppily like a starved man. His hand goes between your legs, opening them up with force, palming you, feeling just how dampened you are for him.
“You want me to fuck you?, he chuckles, and all you manage to do is nod, eyes not leaving him for a moment. “Want your boyfriends to see?,” he stood up and invited them in, both Hongjoong and San already half naked, they both sat by your side.
Seonghwa pulls you to the edge of the bed, head facing your pussy,and takes a good look. “So pretty,” He says. You see his eyes sparkle even with the dim lights of the room. He licks your entrance and places kisses that quickly turn into sucking. Your pussy is already too sensitive and you can feel the knot building up inside you. He is sucking you so hard you can feel tears down your cheeks. Your cries and whines make Hongjoong and San eager to be inside you too, so they start pumping themselves again. You look at them pleading.
“He’s fucking me so well,” you cry, half embarrased to confess to your boyfriends, but also enjoying the pleasure like it was the first time someone sucked you off this good. Hongjoong chuckled darkly, San groaned, trying to resist the urge to get inside your mouth again.
“Fuck me please, I want them to see,” you cry to Seonghwa, who’s tongue is deep into your pussy, driving you mad. He licks a final strap into your slit, changing position to align his cock with your entrance.
“They weren’t wrong, you are such a good slut”. He says more to himself than you, as he pushes himself into you slowly until he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck.” he groans, throwing his head back as he thrust into you, increasing his pace.
You cry out, unable to keep your eyes closed, admiring how his eyes go to the back of his head, how his fingers were pressing into the sides of your hips, leaving marks. Sweat beads appear on his forehead, rolling down from the sides of his face. He looks majestic and you swear you could come again just by looking at him even if he wasn’t fucking you like he is right now.
“I- I’m going to…” you moan, feeling your release so close but resisting a little more so you can keep feeling him inside you. “Fuck, please!”
“You close, Love?” Hongjoong’s voice reminded you your boyfriends were right there by your side. You open your eyes as much as you can, seeing them pleasing themselves again as they watch another men fuck you so good. You nodded slightly, eyes asking for Hongjoon’s permission, as you always did. You turn slightly to see San, eyes closed chasing his release. He was already positioned to load himself all over your tits, his favorite. “Sanie is not gonna last much longer, and?” He turned to Seonghwa, who was biting his tongue trying to resist the urge to come inside you. He knew neither Hongjoong or San would allow it, so he turned his gaze to you.
“Where do you want it?”
“Here,” you said, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, eyes fixed on his. He trusted a few times more, grabbing the back of your head without breaking the gaze. His breathing was increasing rapidly and when he was ready, slipped out from you, grabbing you by your chin and placing the tip of his dick over your lips. You opened once more letting all his cum get in, swallowing it skillfully, eyes never leaving his.
He was catching on his breath, a little bit of cum still coming out of him as he moved to the side of the bed. San couldn’t resist more and as soon as you were apart from Seonghwa he came with a loud moan all over your tits, so much that cum was dripping from between them. He learned to leave a sloppy and wet kiss on you before moving.
“Darling, I’m ready,” Hongjoong’s voice said beside you, grabbing your hair and turning you rather harshly “Don’t forget who you belong to.” You closed your eyes and obediently took his own cock into your mouth as he took his turn to fill your mouth with his seed. Again you swallowed it all, licking your lips as he finished.
“Good girl,” He brushed a kiss on your lips, helping you lay on the sheets.
Seoghwa’s breathing was loud as he tried to regain his energy. He cupped your face as you laid down. You saw his shape leave the room behind your foggy eyes. Hongjoong following behind him.
“Sanie?” he called when he saw San not moving.
“I’ll be in a moment.” he groaned, his eyes on you, watching his cum still all over your tits, eyes closed, puffy lips half open, trying to regain some strength.
Hongjoong arched his eyebrow, smirking slightly, and left the room. As soon as Hongjoong was out, San hovered over you, tracing out kisses on your face. His hands, ripping off what was left of your lace underwear, ruined to the point of no salvation.
“You looked too pretty, getting fucked by someone else” He bites your neck and you let out a tiny whine. “Hope you liked your anniversary gift, but now it’s my turn,” He muttered, lowering himself to take your breasts with his tongue, tasting his own cum.
You opened your eyes slightly, seeing how he devoured your tits one by one. You knew he was about to fuck you so good, always wanting to be the last who get to cum inside you.
You don't know how much time has passed, but you wake up in soaked sheets, not remembering how many times you’ve come, how many times they fucked you and how many loads you swallowed between the three of them. As you drifted off to sleep again, you heard the faint laughter of the three men in the living room, amusedly chatting. Probably about how amazing tonight was, how good you were for them.
You took a mental note to tell your boyfriends that you were all in for another gathering like this, perhaps the event could turn into a little anniversary tradition.
note: sorry not sorry for not including hwa in the banner or the pairing :') ily
mingsolo / please do not repost/translate anywhere
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change of heart (j.w.y.)
pairing: suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader
genre: arranged marriage, medieval era, strangers to lovers
cw: one swear word
wc: 5k
notes: hi @daesukiii i was your secret admirer! i hope you like this fic i definitely went overboard on 😭 this was heavily inspired by the 'brave' movie!
synopsis: when you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will an stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?
you sat on your throne, picking at your fingernails while waiting for the clans to arrive. to your right sat your father, and to his right sat your mother, and your brother jongho sat in his throne to your left. he was trying to catch your gaze so he could apologise, except you had no intentions of forgiving him anytime soon. he had told your mother about your complaining towards this whole arranged marriage; since then, your mother had been keeping an exceptionally close eye on you, determined to make you look as “presentable for the suitors” as possible.
upon jongho poking your arm, you snapped your head to him, giving him the worst glare you could muster, which didn’t faze him at all. he gave you a gummy smile at your narrowed eyes, before leaning over to you, speaking quietly, “i am sorry, truly, but i thought it would be really funny… and it is!” he laughed at his own words, leaning back into his seat. you honestly had half a mind to snitch on him to your mother about the real reason why there were muddy footprints everywhere in the throne room yesterday. “i will kill you!” you whisper-shouted at him, sending him a threatening look, resulting in a harsh call of your name from your mother. you turned to her, and found her glaring at you with her index finger raised to her lips shushing you. you spluttered, gesturing to jongho, “he started it!” “it does not matter who started it! the suitors will be here in any minute and you are still not sitting up straight!” she responded sternly, facing the entrance of the room to indicate the end of the conversation. oh, you were so going to snitch on that little bastard.
before you could think of any other plans to get back at jongho, the grand doors to the throne room opened. out of instinct, you straightened your back and placed your crossed hands on your lap. the three clans marched in, each led by their leading lord and his son, who was to be a suitor for your betrothal. as the clans settled in their respective areas, you distinctly heard jongho scoffing at one of the suitors flexing his muscles. your mother began her speech about the three challenges the suitors will have to compete in for your hand in marriage. you blocked out her words, having heard it one too many times while she was practising, your eyes accidentally landing on possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. you prayed to every deity in existence you hadn’t stared at him for too long.
you waited impatiently for the first two lords to introduce themselves as clan park and clan kim respectively, unable to contain a smile forming when it was time for the third and final clan to introduce themselves. “your majesty, i present my heir and only son, wooyoung, who single-handedly took down a fleet of 1,000 men, and retrieved the ships the once-standing clan chun had stolen from clan kim and clan lee.” ‘wooyoung’ stood confidently, hands resting on the hilt of his sword, the tip of the impressive weapon pressed against the stony ground. when the focus was no longer on him, you caught sight of wooyoung shaking his head subtly, holding an aggravated expression on his face. you couldn’t help but tilt your head in confusion over his behaviour, but decided to push it to the back of your head, turning to look at your mother once more.
you took your seat on your throne, now moved outdoors to watch the first challenge: javelin throwing. the suitors took their places behind the line, each standing next to the javelin they chose. park youngjae of clan park was first. he swiftly picked up his javelin, throwing with ease, turning away without looking at where it landed to blow you an arrogant kiss, smirking at the loud cheers from the members of clan park and letting out a holler himself, flexing his muscles smugly again. you stared at him, appalled and disturbed at his actions, giving a pleading look at a laughing jongho, silently begging him to put you out of your misery.
next was kim chanwook of clan kim. he walked a few metres away from the line, before charging forward and letting go of his javelin. you had to contain your snickers over the pathetic landing a mere 20 metres away from the line out of politeness. you hadn’t even thought such a low score was possible. your father sucked in a deep breath through his teeth from beside you, “i would have run off in shame if i were him. poor guy.”
wooyoung was the final contestant. he tossed his javelin lazily, barely putting any effort in, scoring himself a solid 45 metres. you couldn’t help but find it impressive; despite his attempt at a weak throw, the distance of his javelin was a good score. good to know someone’s fed up as well, though, you thought to yourself. your father nudged you with his shoulder, leaning closer to you to whisper, “he definitely could have beat mister show-off here.” he gestured to youngjae. you nodded at his words, earning yourself a scowl from your mother. you were also almost certain you were the only one who noticed wooyoung scoffing at youngjae basking in the compliments from the circle of servants and maids alike who had crowded around him.
though you were glad you could relate to wooyoung about the ridiculousness of this all, you silently wished he would at least try in the competitions, deeply hoping he would be the winner, and allow you to take his hand in marriage.
you laid in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find comfort in your normally cosy bed. your mind constantly travelled to wooyoung, finding irritation in how he hadn’t spared a single glance at you all day, behaving as if the whole purpose of the competition wasn’t for you. perhaps that was a little hypocritical of you to think– hating this forced marriage yet wanting a slimmer of attention from one of the attractive suitors more than anything.
as you threw your thin duvet off, goosebumps travelled down your entire body for a second and caused you to shiver slightly. you swung your legs off the bed, hoping a walk around the castle corridors would soothe your head. retrieving the unused candle from your bedside drawer, you lit it up using the torch and stepped out of your room, eying up and down the empty corridors, only a select few soldiers standing near every entrance, seeming to be dozing off.
your hands trailed along the stone-built walls to support the dim lighting from your candle, attempting to ignore the pounding feeling in your chest over any dangers that could be lurking around the corners. despite jongho’s continuous convincing of how safe your castle was, your gut couldn’t help but send signals of something different about tonight. you paused in your tracks, debating whether to continue or not. breathing out through your nose, you listened to the voice in your head and turned around, deciding to return to your room after all.
you managed to make around fifteen steps before a body walked straight into you. you jumped backwards, instinctively shoving the candle in the person’s face, illuminating wooyoung’s stoic expression. “oh. it’s you,” you stated simply, silently berating yourself for acting so embarrassingly in front of him. he raised an eyebrow, “you are not asleep, princess?” you shrugged, “couldn’t sleep. then again, neither are you.” he looked away for a second, before focusing his gaze back on you, “that’s fair.”
the awkward tension in between you was palpable, neither of you speaking aloud, his eyes remaining on your figure while yours darted anywhere but him. “well, i shall see you tomorrow, then.” he manoeuvred around you, beginning to walk away from you. you couldn’t let this opportunity go now. you had to do something.
he turned back at you, sounding confused as he asked, “yes, princess?” you were just as confused as him for a moment, before letting go of his sleeve. you hadn’t realised you grabbed it in the spur of the moment. you opened and closed your mouth, attempting to form your words. he gave you a small smile, almost to encourage you. swallowing thickly, you ignored your flaming cheeks and answered him, “we have a courtyard. it is my favourite spot to escape a sleepless night.” you mentally pat your back, congratulating yourself for managing to speak to him without stuttering, sending him one last glance before turning back once more to return to your room.
“you have not told me its location.”
fuck.
you turned back around sheepishly, avoiding his expectant eyes while rubbing the back of your neck, “continue down this hallway and go down the corridor at the first turn on your right. the courtyard should be a few metres down.” your face was burning up, and it was definitely reddening. you could only hope wooyoung took it as an illusion from your candle and his.
he nodded with an amused smile, raising his eyebrows, “alright. thank you, princess.” he bowed slightly, leaving you to your own thoughts in the middle of the corridor as the light to his candle fades in the distance.
you sat at the empty dining hall, having woken up earlier than anyone in the castle. it was a habit you found yourself having picked up a week before the suitors arrived. perhaps the peace and tranquillity of being by yourself grounded you subconsciously.
needless to say, you weren’t expecting the grand doors to open slowly. you looked up from your plate, startled, only relaxing until you met the soft gaze of wooyoung.
“apologies. i did not realise anyone would be awake already,” he spoke with such tenderness you never thought was possible. “neither,” you replied, gesturing at the empty seat to your left for him to sit. he obliged, albeit hesitantly, clearly unfamiliar with what to do to get his breakfast.
you nodded once to the servant by your right, “he shall have the same as me, please.” she responds with a great bow, scuttling off to inform the cooks and other servants. your focus returns to wooyoung, who had his head tilted in curiosity. “what is it?” you ask politely, finding his unfaltering gaze unsettling. “nothing. i have just never seen a princess be so… kind to her servants.” you frowned slightly at that. the way you treated your servants earlier was the bare minimum, just how bad were the princesses he’s met before? his meal arrived soon enough, brought to him by a different servant, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.
“so what-” you were interrupted by the bursting of the grand doors to the dining hall, accompanied by loud clamouring from the rest of the suitors and their servants. wooyoung stood to move away from you so as to not be branded a cheater by attempting to get closer to you in private times.
“and what do we have here? our beloved princess and a sneaky little fox?” youngjae laughed loudly, but there was no humour behind it. he nudged chanwook by his arm, gesturing for him to chime in as well, though from his expression, it was more of a command from youngjae. “y-yes, it seems so, youngjae.”
he wrinkled his nose in disgust, “do not call me by my name.” he bumps past chanwook to loop an arm around wooyoung’s shoulder, squeezing around his torso, almost as a threat, “so? anything to say for yourself, jung? or will this be a problem i will have to bring up to the majesties-” “i asked for him.”
youngjae faltered at your now standing form, stuttering a little, “w-what? what, uh,” he chuckled nervously before continuing, “what are you talking about, princess?” you stepped around the corner of the table to stand in front of both wooyoung and youngjae, plastering a stern look, initiating the one permanently etched on your mother’s face, “i asked for him. is that a problem, park youngjae?”
he immediately stepped back, putting a distance between both you and wooyoung, bitterness leaving his tongue as he spoke, “no, it is not. you are the princess, after all.”
he left swiftly, yanking on chanwook’s arm to follow, leaving only you and wooyoung along with a few servants remaining in the room. you released the breath you had been holding, having lost your appetite now. “you didn’t have to do that, princess. i would have left on my own volition,” wooyoung murmured, finding it difficult to meet your eyes for the first time since he met you.
“is there a reason why i should not have done what i did?” you replied back with sincerity, beginning to doubt your previous actions. wooyoung was silent for a few seconds, and you thought he was trying to find a way to thank you, until he opened his mouth: “do not ever do that again.”
you blinked, and suddenly you were left alone in the dining hall.
what?
afternoon came and it was time for the second contest. you sat on your throne once again to watch the suitors take their places behind the lines, ready to run. you couldn’t help but frown at wooyoung’s lack of interest at you, a strong wave of deja vu washing over you .his eyes only trained at the finishing line in front; you thought you had been getting closer with each other, but at the same time, you weren’t so sure you wanted to speak to him at the moment either way.
the pistol rings and the suitors sprint off. your father hollers in excitement, cheering the suitors on, egging jongho to do the same as well. your breath hitched as the suitors got closer and closer to the line, approximately 30 metres away.
25 metres.
youngjae was in the lead.
20 metres.
wooyoung overtook him.
15 metres.
youngjae quickly regained his spot.
10 metres.
wooyoung ran with a sudden burst of energy.
5 metres…
4…
3…
2…
1…
youngjae won.
you exhaled sharply. wooyoung turned to your direction, meeting your strained face. he turned away immediately.
your mother jerked her head once towards youngjae. you swallowed with difficulty, getting up from your throne and making your way over to him, passing by wooyoung in the process. you didn’t bother sparing him a single glance.
“congratulations, young lord park,” you spoke stiffly, tempted to tug your hand away from him as he held it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “why, thank you, princess. do i get a prize now?” he barked out a greasy laugh, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. “no,” you responded simply, retracting your hand from his grasp.
youngjae’s expression turned cold, his snarky attitude morphing into a disdainful one, “i see.” his eyes landed on wooyoung’s behind you, a smirk growing on his face. he looked back at you, “no worries, princess.”
you could practically see the gears running inside his head.
you found yourself sitting alone on the ground of your courtyard, a book perched on your lap. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t focus on its contents. your mind was befuddled from the idea of having to marry youngjae, given the chances of that happening was growing with the way he had won both contests, and was likely to win the third one. you shuffled further backwards, allowing the shadows of the large tree engulf you whole, hiding you away from even the stars’ sights.
you closed the book, shutting your eyes briefly, focusing on the sound of crickets chirping quietly and the gentle swishing of the leaves, until the calmness was broken by two chittering servants walking past. you moved your ear to the general direction, hoping to eavesdrop in their conversation for some form of entertainment.
“did you hear lord jung’s talk with his son earlier? what was his name again?” “wooyoung,” the other servant finished for her friend, “i did hear. miyeon told me everything. he said he didn’t want to marry the princess, right? that’s why he’s losing on purpose.” you faltered at that, did you truly read into his behaviour too much? “i know. so unexpected! the princess is one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met, why would he not want to marry her?” you smiled at the servant’s words, finding it refreshing to have a good reputation amongst the residents of the castle.
“i suppose he thinks he’s too young to marry, and i agree with him. i mean, we’re both the same age as the princess, and i’d be mortified at the thought of having to marry so soon!” the two girls murmured in agreement, before the first servant continued, “i do feel horrible for the princess, though. she’s most likely to end up with the young lord park, and the heavens know what he’s doing to her.” your ears perked up, eyebrows furrowing over what she said. “what do you mean?” the second servant voiced your question out, seeming just as unaware as you.
“have you not heard the rumours? he’s been telling everyone about how the princess approached him and has been in an attitude because he rejected her.” you sat up completely straight at that, fighting the urge to cry out in bewilderment. “how do you know it’s just a rumour?” “my brother was there at the dining hall that day. he himself served young lord jung his breakfast. young lord park was the one who was turned down by the princess.” the second servant scoffed quietly, “how pathetic of him!”
“shush!” the first girl hissed, speaking much quieter now, “do not forget, we are still below the suitors, no matter how horrid they are. should they hear what we’re saying, they’ll come for our heads!” their retreating footsteps fade after a few seconds and you could only assume they had a silent exchange in glances to continue their gossip later, away from prying ears. you leaned back against the bark of the tree again. you had to tell jongho.
you never got the opportunity to. your mother spent the entirety of the next morning dressing you up in extravagant wear, chiding you for not presenting yourself as desirable for the suitors earlier. you were reminded constantly by her that you would have to prepare to be a suitable wife for your husband soon, no matter who he will be.
you didn’t see wooyoung either. he wasn’t present at breakfast nor did you see him during the time before the third and final contest; contrasting to youngjae, who seemed to be everywhere, flirting with the maids and proudly bragging about his archery skills, which was the sport of the day. chanwook stuck close to his father throughout the morning, whinging to him and looking like he was on the verge of tears.
you felt your mother pat your cheek with her palm, driving you out of your thoughts. her lips were pursed into a tense line as she caressed your cheekbone back and forth, beginning to speak in a hushed tone, “i know you do not want any of this, my daughter, but you must also realise it is necessary. breaking this betrothal could harm our kingdom deeply, you know this.” you exhaled deeply, shutting your eyes in defeat, “i do.” she nodded once in satisfaction, stepping back and moving to leave your room, “i shall see you at the field in a while, then.”
moving to your window, your eyes scanned the large field below. it was filled with men from the three clans, servants and maids from your own castle, the three lords bickering with each other by the front, and their sons, the suitors, standing behind a white line, facing a target stood up at a long distance from him. you noticed wooyoung was on the field, fixing the bow in his hand. judging from his nervous stance, you suspected he was not experienced in archery. almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his head tilted up to the direction of your tower, until he met your shocked eyes through the glass window of your room. you immediately recoiled backwards until your back touched the wall opposite the window, a few metres away from where you were just now. you swallowed thickly out of nervousness before making your way down to the field.
the conversation between the two servants from last night still ran wild in your head. if what they said was true, if wooyoung was truly losing on purpose, then this contest is pointless, for chanwook stood no chance against youngjae. you feel the frustration inside your body bubbling up, though you suspect it was mixed with the bottled up dread and anger towards marrying a complete stranger, his obnoxious behaviour only adding to it. “hey,” jongho’s concerned voice rang in your left ear. you turned to look at his worried eyes, his hand reaching for your shoulder, “are you okay?” you batted his hand away with a reassuring smile, “i’m fine.” he was about to say more, but was interrupted by the loud bellow of the starting horn to indicate the beginning of the contest. knowing his personality, he would bug you about what was bothering you until you gave it up, though.
youngjae pulled his string backwards, flexing his muscles intentionally to swoon the multiple servants standing behind him. deja vu kicked in for the second time when you saw wooyoung roll his eyes once again, and your frown morphed into a barely concealed smile subconsciously. before you realise it, youngjae had already released his arrow, landing on the red circle of the target, only a few centimetres away from the yellow centre. you were impressed by how he played off his embarrassment, however. he commented coolly about the scorching sun being in his eyes and locking eyes with wooyoung menacingly, almost daring him to do any better than him.
you didn’t bother paying any attention to chanwook, only concentrating on wooyoung’s microexpressions. your attempts proved futile when he carried a blank face throughout chanwook’s failing try, the wailing boy scoring himself null points when his arrow landed nowhere near his target. you wished you could say you ignored wooyoung the same way you did to chanwook, but you couldn’t. you were transfixed on his smooth movements and the way he seemed to tug on the string of his bow with ease, youngjae’s sniggers having no effect on him whatsoever.
you’ve already planned out how your new life with youngjae would be. you would have to worship the grounds he walks on, praise his every miniscule movement even if it was something as simple as breathing, stand by his side permanently to make him look good-
your nightmarish thoughts were cut short by your father’s whoops, along with jongho jumping up as well, their excitement so contagious even your mother was unable to help but stand and clap. you instinctively followed her movements, moving up to your feet but raising an eyebrow in confusion, what were they cheering for? that was when you saw it.
wooyoung’s arrow.
shot dead centre of the target.
you stared in astonishment, realising your previous assumptions about wooyoung being inexperienced had been entirely wrong. when you flickered your eyes to him, he was already watching you, and you would’ve said he was watching you emotionlessly had his sparkling eyes not given him away. you knew then, he was just as exhilarated as you were.
“it does not matter, though, does it?” youngjae’s voice boomed over all the music and cheering. the field turned quiet once more as everyone listened intently to his echoing words. “i won the first two contests. i win overall, no?” there were a series of agreeing murmurs, wooyoung’s bright eyes flashing with worry over them. “no.” for a moment, you wondered where the voice came from, until you realised from all the peering eyes that you were the one who spoke out.
you breathed in deeply, stepping down from the small platform and out into the sun, walking slowly and steadily towards the suitors. your mind was screaming for you to turn back around, to accept your fate with youngjae, to listen to your mother and simply be the perfect wife; but your heart overrode every indecisive word in your brain. “it wouldn’t be fair on woo- on young lord jung to discredit this spectacular win,” you gestured to wooyoung’s arrow, mentally cringing over how over-dramatised your words are, yet they seemed to be convincing enough for the people, as another wave of murmurs came about.
“princess-” “we shall have one final contest to determine the final winner,” you cut youngjae off short, finding delight in the way he begrudgingly shut his mouth. you allowed a few tense moments to pass before revealing, “a dance.” “a dance?!” he spluttered incredulously, spinning around to watch others’ reactions. “i don’t see a problem with it,” wooyoung retorted, speaking from behind him. “of course you don’t,” youngjae sneered at him. there was a deadly silence until your father clapped awkwardly, “well! if the princess decides on a dance, then a dance it shall be to decide the final suitor! whichever suitor– young lord park or young lord jung, wins the heart of our daughter shall be her future husband!”
you sat on the stool by your vanity, putting on your accessories and checking yourself in the mirror, doing anything to calm down the nerves in your system and your pounding heart. you heard a knock from outside your bedroom door and you called them in.
jongho, all dressed up in his princely attire, peeked around your door, coming inside and shutting the door behind him. he makes himself comfortable on the edge of your bed before opening his mouth, “choose jung.” you looked at him through your mirror wordlessly, before standing up to smooth out your grand ball gown. you dared yourself to ask, “why?”
jongho rolled his eyes, giving you an exasperated face, “i know you. you are my sister, after all. you like him.” he stood to help with your necklace when he saw you struggling, “besides, i hear things too, you know.” he didn’t need to say it aloud for you to know he was indicating the rumours youngjae started.
he stepped back, allowing you to turn around and look at him gratefully. “thank you, you can be really helpful sometimes when you’re not absolutely annoying.” he let out a loud laugh at your words, shrugging slightly. he held out his elbow for you to take, which you did, and he guided the both of you to the ballroom.
you loitered around the busy ballroom, eyes moving from one excited person to another. you were glad everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same when you couldn’t even find wooyoung. you already had a dance with youngjae earlier, and it was uncomfortable, to say the least. he spent the entire dance bragging to you about his achievements and gripping your waist tightly to bring your attention back to him whenever your eyes strayed.
you were worrying endlessly over your fate. if, by the end of the night, wooyoung hadn’t come to find you and ask for a dance, youngjae would be the automatic winner by default. he would indeed be the final suitor and become your husband.
“may i have this dance?” someone tapped your shoulder gently. you spun around to meet wooyoung’s awaiting eyes, and words couldn’t describe the relief you felt seeing his now familiar smile. “you may,” you placed your hand on his outstretched one, following his steps to the centre of the ballroom.
you allowed a few uncomfortable moments to pass before blurting out, “why are you doing this?” the question you had been pondering for the past few hours would finally be answered now. wooyoung unintentionally clenched his hand resting on your waist at your words, before he relaxed once more, his fingers tracing circles around the area he just squeezed on accident. “should i not be?”
you pursed your lips at how vague his answer was. he noticed your reaction and modified it, “i meant, as a suitor, is that not what i am expected to do?” you contemplated whether to tell him what you heard from the servants or not, before deciding on a half-truth, “i suppose it was odd, considering what you said that morning and the unwillingness you had been carrying for the past week. it left the impression you were not looking to marry me…
wooyoung chuckled at your hesitance, choosing to answer you truthfully this time, “ah, i see. no, princess, i merely would not allow youngjae to stir up rumours about me cheating my way into winning, which caused my harsh reaction. i do apologise for that,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “and you should know, princess, i actually do enjoy sports quite a lot. ironically, i am the best at javelin throwing and archery. well, not so much in running.” you laughed softly at his last comment.
“i will admit, ashamedly, i had been pretending not to be the athlete my father promotes frequently– not at all to do with you, princess, of course. i simply was not sure i was ready to marry yet,” wooyoung paused for a couple of seconds, sucking in a deep breath through his teeth and continuing, “after the second contest, however, i’ve had a change of heart, you see. what young lord park said…” he shook his head in disappointment, “how could i let such a vile man marry the sweetest soul i’d ever met?” you found yourself shying into your figure at his comment, head lowering to look at his shoes until he squeezed your waist gently, causing you to look up at his endearing face again.
“but i suppose it all boils down to your decision now, does it not?” he tilted his head playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief. neither of you had to voice out the fact that wooyoung had already won from the start.
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Pairing: Song Mingi x afab reader
Word Count: 3800
Warnings: cursing, smut, one night stand
Genre: enemies to lovers, one night stand
Summary: Public parties weren't your thing but for your best friend you could tolerate a dance club- even go home with someone for the night. Mingi was determined to make sure that was him, and after a little push from a hot stranger, you decided just for tonight you would give him a shot.
A/N: This was my third attempt, as I first tried a mingi/yeosang x reader enemies to lovers but i adore them as sweet beans too much so i stuck with the best puppy boy- Song Mingi. This is for you @mingsolo as you were right to put me on the suspect list as your secret admirer lol. Please melt like I did <3 Thanks!!!
This was done as a network event for @pirateeznet
People do anything for their best friends, including putting up with their boyfriend’s douchebag friends. You swore up and down that you were going to have a good time tonight even if that meant being nice to the other half of the partygoers.
It was your best friend’s birthday, and of course she wanted to spend it with her boyfriend of a year now, Wooyoung. Both of them were hyper and outgoing, and so into each other it was almost nauseating. You were what she called the scary dog friend with resting bitch face until you liked someone. That was all you were to Wooyoung’s friends, but he still wanted you there at the party he planned.
Party at a dance club, which also wasn’t your thing- but it was hers. You did your best to make the most of it however, dressed to the nines and intent of having a good night. If that meant getting somewhat wasted and fucking a stranger then so be it.
Now if only the thorn in your side, Song Mingi, would let you do just that. Your friend would swear up and down that he was a good guy, that he was sweet, but considering your few interactions with him, his very presence left a bad taste in your mouth. And by the sneers he often gave you, the feeling was mutual. Somehow, for some reason, he had made it his mission to see your plan for the night fail.
Every man you found yourself dancing with or flirting with, Mingi was right there, butting his nose in and saying something that would scare the man off. Weird habits, or just spouting some obscene lie about you that had the man running off.
Three or four drinks in, and quite the cutie was chatting it up with you at the bar. Slight aussie accent, tattoos, open shirt- you were more than a little interested. But of course the tall man in his red cap slipped into the seat next to you, leaning in a bit closer and grabbing your drink out of your hands. Shocked, you watched him sniff your drink before taking a sip, your jaw dropping. “Mingi!”
“That’s my name.” Licking his lips he handed you back the drink, giving the man in front of you side eye. “Newest conquest?”
Scoffing, you pushed him away. “Seriously? Can I not have a chat with a hot guy in peace? Is it really your intent to ruin my night?” You offered the tatted dreamboat a smile, hoping he wouldn’t run off like the rest. “Sorry about him, he’s a friend of a friend please don’t pay him no mind.”
He and Mingi seemed to look each other over before he got comfortable again, pointing to your glass. “Let me get you a new one then and we can continue our conversation? Or we can talk about your ‘hot guy’ comment?” With a smirk he waved the bartender over, leaving you a little flustered. You had said that in the moment, too heated about Mingi’s constant interruptions.
Apparently it worked in your favor as you handed your current drink over to Mingi. “You can have this now. Go away.” You attempted to shoo him but he didn’t budge, instead pouting out his thick bottom lip and watching you from under the cap. “What?”
“You really are insisting on this?” He muttered out while the other was busy with the bartender.
You didn’t get why he was being pouty about this, every time the two of you interacted it became some playful and childish argument. You couldn’t think of any reason why he would have any interest in you. And your only interest in him had been that he was attractive. Sharp eyes, pouty lips, deep voice… You shook your head and sneered your upper lip at him. “What I do is none of your business Mingi. Why don’t you go find someone to take home for tonight?”
Mingi stared you down, lips parting and shutting several times before he sighed and looked away.
“I mean, I can always leave you two alone?” The aussie accent drew your attention back to the hottie that was your target. “This doesn’t exactly look like just a friend of a friend.” He still offered the new drink and you took it, downing it rather quickly.
“That’s all he is. But if he keeps this up he’s going to be a thorn in my side as well.” You made an effort to avoid Mingi now, leaning against the bar top and towards the man that really was drool worthy. Why hadn’t he run off yet? With Mingi acting like this?
Instead he laughed, watching Mingi sulk off over the brim of his own drink. “I think you hurt his feelings.”
“So? He’s trying to ruin my night.”
“Or make it a good one for you?”
“And how would he be doing that if he is chasing off, on purpose, any guy I have even a little bit of interest in, hm?” You rolled your eyes before finishing the last bit of your drink, the buzz going right to your head. Mingi’s constant interference had sobered you up on more than one occasion, and the little bit of a buzz you had before had been chased away. Now you were eager to chase it again and just feel good for the night.
Christian widened his smirk, looking you over through hooded eyes before glancing over your shoulder. “So that he stands a chance of being the one to go home with you tonight.”
You nearly spit out your drink, blinking up at him with evident shock. “Excuse me?”
“I mean no guy likes watching the girl they have a crush on fawn and attempt to jump on other strangers’ dicks. I’m perfectly happy being that dick by the way, but I also think you should give the poor guy a chance.” Setting his drink down, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you. “How about, you give me your number but tonight you try him out for size? If it doesn’t work, shoot me a text and I can take you out on a date. But if it does, well still text me because now I’m invested.”
Flabbergasted, you could only laugh. “You’re crazy, why would I want to sleep with him?” You still found yourself putting your number in his cell and texting your phone from his to get his number as well.
He shrugged, leaning back in his seat and bringing his drink up to his lips. “You find me attractive, so I’d say look wise he is your type. Don’t blame you either. Besides, ever had a hate fuck? Some intense shit right there, highly recommend at least one in your life.”
You turned in your seat to look over Mingi once more, taking note of the way he idly danced to the music that was louder on the floor where he was. Some of his friends were nearby, Yunho having draped an arm around him and seemed to be trying to talk to him or get him out of the pout. You couldn’t deny that he had a point- several points.
“Fine. We’ll see if you’re right. Don’t go anywhere.” Setting your empty glass down you got up, making your way down the few steps to the dance floor and right towards the two towers. Yunho spotted you first, grinning as he nudged his friend a bit in your direction, saying something too quiet for you to hear. Not that you cared, not when the moment you locked eyes with Mingi your chest felt warmer.
You blamed it on the alcohol.
“You happy now?!” You yelled so he could hear you, putting your hands on your hips. “Since you keep chasing away the guys, I don't have anyone to dance with. You can take responsibility for that now.”
You tried to ignore the way his boyish grin had your cheeks feeling hot, as well as the cheers from Yunho and your best friend a bit deeper in the swarm of bodies who you hadn't realized had been watching or could hear you. It had you questioning a lot.
Not that you had a moment to process or ask, as Mingi was placing his hands on your waist and stopping all other thoughts. “I'll be your dance partner for tonight then.”
Well shit, was he right about Mingi? Did the brat have a crush on you?
Better yet… Did you really like that idea?
With a smirk you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into the swarm of bodies and away from his friends. He didn’t seem to care, entranced by you only. Now that he wasn’t being a thorn in your side, instead pressing into your side, you had to admit he was hella fine. And you would definitely enjoy a little hate fuck with him.
You let the music guide your body, moving it against his and turning in his grasp so your ass was against his thighs. You could feel him, the tight and slim waist under the white shirt, the designer blue and white jeans. He had looked like a fuckboy tonight and here you were, planning to test just how much of one he was.
Damn, you fell quick.
Out of simple curiosity you looked up, right at the bar on the raised landing to find the man who had pushed you to do this. He was leaning back against the bartop, watching you both with a smirk that widened when you locked eyes. As if to tease you, he grabbed the junction in his pants, giving a squeeze before pointing at Mingi behind you. Mingi who had dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your exposed skin and his hand splayed over your lower abdomen and holding your smaller body back against his.
Fuck you were enjoying this, enjoying his attention and touch and Christian could definitely see that. He was even laughing a bit, mouthing ‘I told you so.’
You mouthed back ‘fuck you’ only for him to grab at his dick again.
As if sensing he didn’t have your full attention, Mingi’s hold on you tightened, lips ghosting against your flesh. “I thought I chased him away?”
“Ah Mingi, were you really jealous all this time?” You couldn’t help but tease, body swaying against his to the music, purposely rubbing your ass against his thigh.
He hissed out, bringing his lips to your ear. “I just wanted to be an option, pretty girl.”
Your head rolled to the side, giving him more access to your neck as you tore your eyes away from Christian. He wasn’t your target tonight and damn, Mingi was making you really glad that you had listened to the hottie at the bar. “You’re an option now. Just for tonight, so make it count Mingi.”
“Fuck. Come home with me now? Like right now and I’ll make it a night you won’t forget.” He whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell and hot breath on your neck causing you to shiver.
How could you tell him no when he was practically begging and rolling his body against yours to the point you could clearly feel his excitement against your lower back? Glancing over at your best friend, you caught her watching with a smug grin. Fine then, you knew when to give in. “Are you sober enough to drive?”
“Had only one- grab your shit I’ll meet you outside?” He mumbled, pulling away reluctantly, his hand sliding down to your ass and giving a quick squeeze before he did.
“Don’t make me regret this.” You huffed out, heading to the lounge area you had left your small bag at with the two of the friend group that wasn’t keen on dancing for the night. They were chatting away, paying you no mind as you grabbed your bag. Sure you talked as if you were doing Mingi a favor but you couldn’t deny how wet you were and just from dancing to three or four songs with him.
How he managed to make you even more wet from just his hand on your thigh while he drove was also beyond you. He barely talked, focused on the road with one hand on the wheel and both tense as he sped within limits. The anticipation was almost too much and you were tempted to whine.
That was the only touch until you were behind closed doors. “Wait, don't you live with some of your friends?” It dawned on you when you noticed several items that you were sure weren’t his.
“They’ll find somewhere else for the night.” He kicked his shoes off, turning to lift you up before you had a chance to take your heels off. “Keep them on for now.”
You lifted a brow and held onto his broad shoulders, unable to see his expression from this angle because of the cap. “Suit yourself. Your room then? I am eager to see how you’ll win me over Song Mingi.”
“Mmm you’ll see soon, princess.” He carried you down the hall, not giving you much of an option of taking in your surroundings. Not that you cared, not when you could feel his lips on the exposed skin of your chest, dipping into the valley of your breasts and breathing you in. “So soft, I could drown myself in you.”
You wondered if he had more alcohol than you to drink with how blunt he was being, or perhaps you were just easily flustered at the moment. You hadn’t even thought of Mingi in this way or would’ve given him a chance if it hadn’t been pointed out and now you were kicking yourself for not thinking about it sooner. When his lips worshiped your skin and his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass as he carried you into his room.
If you thought there were sparks before, it was full blown fireworks in your stomach when he tilted his head back and kissed you. He was a little messy, but not in a bad way. You felt like he was devouring you, laying you back on the bed as you took his hat off and tossed it aside so you could have him closer. “Mingi~”
“Yes Princess?”
“Too many clothes- get them off.” You all but demanded, yanking at his shirt as he pulled away from your body.
He made a sound of agreement in the back of his throat as he quickly made work of your clothes and his shirt. But even with the clothes gone, his hands still worshiped every part of your body. Your sides, stomach, hips and thighs before he pushed them open, licking his lips at the sight of your drenched pussy. “Oh that looks fucking delicious- you don’t mind if I have a taste do you?”
He was already leaning in before you could answer, instead gasping out at the small kitten lick he gave your folds. With a low moan he buried his face against your cunt, lips and tongue making quick work of licking up your arousal and rubbing his nose against your clit. He hitched your legs over his shoulders, your heels a heavy weight on his back as he went. Fuck he knew how to use his tongue, eating you like a starved man with his favorite treat.
Your head rolled back as pleasure assaulted your senses, breathing hitching and hands gripping at the sheets next to you. “S-shit Min- if you keep that up-” You broke off on a loud moan as his lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, making your head spin with electricity. He seemed intent on driving you to and orgasm, lips switching from your clit back to tongue fucking your pussy, back and forth, playing you like an instrument he was well familiar with.
So really you shouldn't be that shocked when he pulled a climax out of you that had you soaking his mouth and shaking against his sheets after several moments of bringing you to the peak before driving you over it. He didn’t pull away, making deep guttural sounds against your cunt as he licked up every drop he possible could while not overstimulating your bundle of nerves. You had to tug him off though, trying to catch your breath and see the dim room normally and not in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Still think you are going to regret it? Calling out for me like that?” He grumbled against your inner thigh, leaving a soft trail of love bites before he stood up.
“Fuck you.” You lashed out, pushing yourself up on your elbows and watching him through your lashes.
“You’re doing that already Princess.” He hummed out with a cocky smirk, pulling his jeans down with his boxers and letting his fat cock spring free, slapping against his abdomen and smearing a little bit of precum in the process. “Let me get a condom first, no matter how amazing I’m sure your pussy feels raw.” Stepping out of his clothes and over to his nightstand. While he rummaged for the condom, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, kicking off your shoes now.
You couldn’t lie, you were eager for him, unable to tear your eyes off of his dick as he rolled the condom on, but you were also determined not to be outdone. “You were the one so fucking eager to fuck me you purposely chased away all the dick that I wanted.” You pointed out, patting the bed and demanding he lay down.
He seemed a bit flustered as he laid down, leaning on his elbows and watching you swing your leg over his hips. “Was I really that obvious?”
“I just thought you were being an annoying prick.” Rolling your hips to drag your cunt against the condom, you observed his reaction.
Mingi couldn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt teasing him, biting down on his lip as he clearly enjoyed it. “What gave me away?”
With a smirk, you reached between you and held him still at your entrance, teasing him with the prospect of sliding into you but not yet giving it. “Christian did. Even told me if you left me disappointed he would take me on a date.”
His eyes flashed up to yours, anger and jealousy so obvious now. “You’ll have to tell him it's no deal then.” Gripping the bed, he thrust up, burying his full length into you. His hands flew to your hips to hold you still as he rammed up again, and again, not giving you a chance to speak. “I’ll leave you so fucking satisfied you won’t remember his name.”
With the way he filled you up, and how deep he hit in your womb, for a moment you thought he could actually do it. For a moment, he did. He stretched you out so perfectly, hitting every part of you with his big cock that you were a moaning mess and could only think of how good it felt. And how good he looked beneath you like this.
Your hips slammed down to meet each thrust as you held onto his arms, pride swelling in your chest at his own parted and drooling lips. You weren’t going to be the only one so fucked out you couldn’t remember anything else. Intent on driving him just as crazy, you pulled his hands off him and pinned them to his sides, rolling your hips as you leaned forward and letting out a pornagraphic moan as he hit deeper. “Oh fuck- Mingi~”
“Feels s’good Princess. Fuck fuck fuck~” His head fell back as he let you have control, brows pushed together as he desperately tried to meet your hips. “Ah… fuck… mm~ s’good…”
“Was it worth the wait Pretty Boy? This fucking cunt you were drooling over?” You panted out between moans, forcing yourself to stay focused on his expression because it was fucking hot.
He nodded, gripping your ass and digging his nails in as you two fucked each other. When he moaned, like a desperate and deep whine, you clenched down around him, so close. You wanted to tell him, but his desperation grew until you were the one just getting fucked dumb on his cock. Head rolling forward and hands on either side of his head, you tried to look down between you two to watch his cock disappear into cunt with each desperate and rough thrust, the sounds of wet skin just adding to the cacophony of sounds filling the room.
It was also so much better to hear him beg for you to cum with him. “Please please- cream on my cock baby, want to feel it. S’good already, give me more.” With a broken whine, you could tell he was close.
That was all you needed to do to come undone, forehead resting against his chest and drool escaping your parted lips as you shook from the force you soaked his cock. Your head actually spun with how intense it was, vision blurry and the only thing you could process was his hot cum filling up the condom inside you, so deep you felt full.
You collapsed fully on him when he became a puddle beneath you, both of you sweaty and chests heaving in their effort to get more air. You settled in your orgasmic bliss, letting the high fade until the puddle of drool you left on his chest began to irritate your cheek. So you were the first to move, sitting up weakening and letting out a soft whimper when his softening cock moved inside you. “Gotta clean up pretty boy-”
“I know- get you some water, rest for a second…” He opened his eyes and looked up at you, full lips pulling into a smirk. “Get you ready for the next round.”
You didn’t fight off the blush this time, giving his chest a playful slap before pulling off completely. “Who says I want a second round?”
“Mmmh, I do. You’re not screaming my name yet.” He sat up and pulled you back against him, kissing your shoulder in a gentle contrast to his rough hold. “Sit on my face this time. In fact, I want to eat you out until I come untouched. You taste so good I think I can. Want to test that?”
Trying to hide the grin that couldn’t help itself, you nodded. “You’re on.” That date idea no longer seemed like a fun idea- not when presented with options just like that.
Just one night? Debatable.
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Pairing: Yunho x f! yn, mentioned possible woosan
Word Count: 4002
Warnings: cursing, kissing
Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l, school setting (unspecified), E for everyone
Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.
Hello @hotteoki <3 I am your secret admirer! It was great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! It kinda got away from me, and I do have a bonus woosan drabble that connect to this so i hope you enjoy it! and can you figure out who was giving the flowers?
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“Ooh, look how popular you are, (Y/N), you got flowers again!”
Your peace of mind is shattered when you hear your worst enemy, Jeong Yunho walk by and tease you about your secret admirer. “Just because you’re going to die a lonely old geezer doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my flowers, Jeong,” you snap at him before returning your gaze to the bouquet of wildflowers lying on your desk. Every Monday, an assortment of flowers would be waiting for you, and every Monday Yunho teases you about it incessantly.
Yunho cackles, leaning forward (on your desk, might you add) and poking at the flowers. “What’d you get this time? White and purple lilacs? Cute. This person must really like you, (Y/N)...I feel sorry for them.” He punctuates each word with another poke and you close your eyes, exasperated.
“Jeong Yunho, get back in your seat before I smack you,” you threaten, but it does nothing to intimidate your personal pain in the ass. All he does is laugh and raise his hands in mock surrender.
“Hey man, I’m just saying. You’re so mean to me already, how would you be if they came out and told you.”
You blink at him, barely processing his words before your mouth drops open and you get ready to retort when the teacher comes in and you’re forced to sit down with a polite smile.
“Mr Jeong, please take a seat so we may begin our lesson,” your teacher calls out and Yunho shoots you a smile that you want to wipe off his face before taking his seat.
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“I don’t understand what he has got against me,” you complain to your friends as soon as you sit at your lunch table. “Ever since we went into college he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy me. I don’t think we ever interacted with each other in middle school. Or even high school! I know he’s my neighbour or whatever, but he could stand to be nicer.”
Wooyoung slurps on his banana milk, not even caring about your issues, but Seonghwa leans forward, always invested in the gossip. Even if he’s heard the same thing from you dozens of times. “Maybe he likes you?”
You scoff loudly at the suggestion. “Ew, no.” You shake your head and shut down that idea. “Even if he did, that’s no way to get me to like you back! What, I fall into his arms? ‘Oh, Yunho, thanks for making fun of me and putting me down at any moment you get!’ Yeah, that’ll work.”
You roll your eyes so harshly you think they might pop out of your head and Wooyoung finally looks up. “Have you told him to stop?” You open your mouth to object but your friend cuts in again. “Or do you just fight him back and keep playing his game?”
You blink owlishly before sighing and leaning back in your chair. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty smart.”
Wooyoung nods happily before it hits him and his head snaps toward you. “Sometimes?”
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Your usual bouquet awaits you when you arrive at school the following Monday. This week it’s white lilies and you stop to breathe in the fresh scent. But to your surprise, something else is sitting on your desk. A packet of mentos sits plain on the desk and you stare at it for a few unblinking moments.
“Do you like it?” You jump at Yunho’s voice suddenly appearing from behind you.
Of course. You whirl around and point at the offender. “Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me, but really, dude. What lengths are you going to go to? How did you even find out my least favourite candy? Why do you keep bothering me day after day?”
Yunho stares at you, his eyes wide and you almost feel bad. Almost. But you shake away these unwanted thoughts and narrow your eyes. Wooyoung was right—you let the teasing go on for far too long. “Just leave me alone,” you sigh and plop down in your seat and bury your head in your arms, no longer wanting to see your biggest tormenter. (And yes, you are exaggerating.)
Yunho mumbles something you can’t quite hear but you’re unbothered by it and just steadily ignore him. There’s another pause before you hear him walk away and your shoulders relax. But even so, you can’t help but feel guilt for how you snapped at Yunho. Maybe he really didn’t know you were feeling annoyed.
But no, you can’t bend like that. He’s been bothering you for a good part of the school year and even if he thought you were okay with it, surely he should’ve at least gotten to know you before jumping into teasing you.
You have more important things to worry about anyway, such as your secret admirer. Every time you see a new bouquet on the desk, your heart rate spikes and you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face.
But, the more you think about it, the more worried you are about what the outcome of this would be.
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And lately, not just flowers have been appearing on your desk. Sometimes, there’s a phone charm, maybe a strawberry milk or two, always something extra alongside it. It’s only made you more curious about your secret admirer, and you can’t stop talking about it to your friends.
In your quest, you’ve narrowed it down to two people, Choi Jongho and Kang Yeosang. Both are in your grade, although you don’t talk to them very often. You just know they’re on the quieter side so would be more likely to prefer secret gifts. Plus, you’ve had projects with both of them so they are at least connected to you in some way.
“Are you just going to spend your lunch doing this?” Wooyoung barges into your empty homeroom during lunch, carrying his lunch as well as a sandwich from the cafeteria for you. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits. “You gotta at least eat. Just because Hwa is sick doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed you in his place.”
You laugh, looking up at him and taking the sandwich. “Aren’t you doing that right now though?” You dodge his swat, laughing as you push aside your gifts of the day. “Anyways, yes. I have my guesses narrowed down, but even if they’re both wrong is just fun to me,” you shrug.
Wooyoung hums, leaning forward to poke at the ring pop. “Can I eat this?”
You can’t help but snort, nodding. “Go ahead. But, you know, I wonder if they’d ever come forward. All I get are gifts and I don’t know if they’d ever tell me how they feel. That's why I keep guessing. I want to know.”
A sigh escapes Wooyoung’s mouth, and he cocks his head. “But (Y/N), what if they don’t want to be known? I mean, maybe they’d just like to be anonymous and just it die after graduation?”
You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just wouldn’t want to live my life not knowing. Of course it can be scary to confess, but missing that chance would be worse, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t ever reject them meanly if they turn out to be someone I wouldn’t like. Hell, my two guesses I don’t know if I’d want to date.”
Wooyoung nods, relaxing in his chair. “No, that makes sense. It’s better to get a solid answer than not. Do you think they’ll ever reveal it?”
Yet again, you shrug. “I really don’t know. I would understand if they don’t, but I hope they do.”
Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the door to the classroom opens and an unfortunately familiar head of hair pokes through. “What are you doing here, Jeong?” you snap, eyes narrowing. “Can’t even have lunch in peace now?”
A choked sound escapes Yunho’s throat and he looks ready to run back out and pretend it never happened, but he swallows it back and steps into the classroom. “I want to talk to you, (Y/N). I promise it’s nothing bad. Will you hear me out?”
You narrow your eyes and beckon him closer. “Fine. What is it?”
His eyes flick to Wooyoung, who leans back with a face of disapproval. “You can say it in front of me too,” he states, his expression unchanging.
At that moment, you really appreciate Wooyoung. Although he’s the one who told you to set a boundary with Yunho instead of letting him have his fun, he’ll still have your back. Yunho glances at you but you make no move to correct Wooyoung so he sighs and steps fully into the room.
“It’s about the gifts. And no, it’s not a joke,” Yunho quickly adds when he sees your face shift to a deeper frown. “Uh. I was just passing by when I heard you talking to Wooyoung and I figured I should tell you now.”
A sinking feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “No–”
Wooyoung starts to look genuinely regretful that he decided to stay, and you can’t blame him one bit. “It is me,” Yunho confirms. “I wasn’t the flowers.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. “You think that helps, Jeong?” You let out an exasperated sigh and a shake of your head. “You’ve been making my life here difficult for the better part of a year and I finally tell you off. And you think adding to my confusion on the secret admirer is going to help? You must be crazy.”
Yunho shakes his head frantically. “No, it’s not just that. Of course, I wanted to show I was sorry but there’s another reason. I…uh. Do I really have to say it in front of Wooyoung?”
You frown, eyes flicking back and forth between them before you sigh and concede. “Wooyoung, could you give him some privacy?”
With a nod and a face of pure happiness at not having to witness what would be awkward for him, Wooyoung practically runs out of the classroom, leaving everything but the sandwich he had brought for you. “What did you want to say, Jeong?”
“I like you, (Y/N).”
Before his words settle fully your head’s already a mess. “What?” You can’t get a full sentence out, just blinking at your classmate, whose ears seem to be turning red. “No, this is another prank, right? You’ve decided that I can’t just have a good time with my friends.”
Yunho steps forward, pleading with his eyes but you scoot back in your chair. “(Y/N), please. I’m being serious. I wouldn’t joke about that.”
“You wouldn’t?” You scoff, even though it sounds a bit wet. “Tell me, why would I believe that? Even if you had left me alone, that doesn’t erase everything else you did to me. You don’t act with sincerity, Yunho. Go away like I told you to weeks ago.”
Yunho frowns and doesn’t go away, only coming even closer. “How can I make it up to you?”
“You can make it up to me by leaving me alone. You can’t expect me to like you after bothering me so much, really now, Yunho.” You shake your head again, standing up and gathering your stuff, pointedly leaving the gifts he had been giving you on the desk. “I should go find Wooyoung now.”
And before Yunho can say anything you leave him standing in the middle of the class as you wander through the halls hoping to pass the time before your next class (thankfully not with him).
-
“Can you believe he did that?” You groan, pressing your face against Seonghwa’s shoulder as Wooyoung awkwardly pats your back. After successfully avoiding Yunho for the next week, you had to call an emergency movie night with your friends to figure out what to do.
“Well, I hate to say it, but I told you–” Seonghwa cuts off his jibe when you glare at him. “Look, (Y/N), you don’t have to accept him or even be friends. But maybe you could just let him try and redeem himself. He seems genuinely sorry. And if you do that and then still tell him no, maybe then you could feel less conflicted about it.”
“I don’t know if you should do that,” Wooyoung cuts in.
Both you and Seonghwa turn to face him with confused looks. Out of the three of you, Wooyoung was the most realistic when it came to Yunho. Seonghwa wanted it to end up like a storybook romance, while you just wanted to never speak to Yunho ever again. Wooyoung had always been the voice of reason that maybe Yunho just didn’t mean it with malice and was the one to tell you to set a boundary with Yunho in the first place.
“Why not?” Seonghwa frowns, shifting so that he can face the two of you properly. “Out of us all, you’re probably the closest to him since you know his friend, San.”
Wooyoung snorts, waving his hands. “Just because I’m friends with San doesn’t mean I’m friends with Yunho. I just think if (Y/N) doesn’t want to have anything to do with Yunho, then that’s that.” He shrugs, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn but Seonghwa isn’t letting it go.
“But I feel like it would be good for Yunho to learn how to properly apologise,” Seonghwa argues again. “He shouldn’t expect you to fall for him after he confesses right after an apology.”
You bite your lip and look at your hands clasped on your lap. Both of your friends have a good point, and to be honest, before Yunho had started bothering you, you didn’t hate him. In fact, every so often you had thought about inviting him to hang out with the three of you. You sigh again. “I’ll try. Just till the end of the school year, okay? When I see him with his friends he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Plus, wouldn’t it just make things awkward with you and San, Woo? San is one of Yunho’s closest friends after all.”
Wooyoung shrugs, still clearly unhappy but not willing to fight any longer. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? Yunho’s a cool guy, so I do hope he doesn’t screw it up.”
Seonghwa laughs. “Who knows? Maybe in the end, they’ll fall in love and get married and I’ll be the best man..”
You laugh and shove at him. “In your dreams. You just want to be in the wedding party.”
Seonghwa shrugs, leaning over to rustle your hair. “We all know it's true.”
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“Oh, hi, Yunho.”
You didn't even have to find the tall blond this time. He's waiting by your locker. How did he even find out the number? You have no idea, and you’re not too sure you want to know.
“(Y/N), can I say something?” He holds out a bag with all the gifts you had left behind the previous week. “And you can honestly keep these. I don't like these candies anyway.”
“Uh. Sure? Thanks.” You take the plastic bag from his outstretched hands with only a little hesitation. “What's up?”
Yunho blinks, surprised at your willingness to listen, although he quickly composes himself. “Uh. My friend, San, told me I should apologise sincerely, not just saying sorry and then confessing.”
You can't help but smile at that—San and Seonghwa would probably make good friends. “Well, that would be appreciated,” you joke and Yunho’s body relaxes at your short laugh. “I can't fall in love if you go from bullying to loving.”
Both of you realise at the same moment how badly timed that joke was, but Yunho gracefully ignores that. “Would…would you like to go to the library with me after school today to work on finals?” Yunho almost whispers, as if he’s scared you would reject him. And at any time before today, you probably would’ve. But this time, you offer a small, unsure smile.
“Sure.”
And although your brain is screaming at you, your heart is telling you that this is not a mistake.
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As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown close to Jeong Yunho. and his dumb smile. His jokes that somehow always make you laugh and also want to choke him out sometimes. Even your friend group has warmed up to him. Seonghwa still teases you in private about being with Yunho, but Wooyoung is just as friendly as ever and…also seems to be joining in with Seonghwa on the teasing. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.
But one problem still persists—the question of your secret admirer. The flowers have dwindled, although they’re still showing up. It’s almost finals week and you’re stressing out of your mind over the exams, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder to yourself if the person’s crush on you is dwindling. And why don’t you feel bad about it?
At first, you thought you liked them, whoever they are. You’d smile every time you see the flowers and you were genuinely relieved that your secret admirer wasn’t Yunho. But these days, you look at Yunho, and you wonder what would’ve happened if you had said yes to his confession. Would he hold you gently the way he holds your weekly bouquet to admire it?
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face.
“Ah– Sorry, Wooyoung. What’s up?”
“No, no, you seem distracted.” Wooyoung plops down in front of you, leaning onto your desk and looking up at you with his brows furrowed just slightly. “Is something wrong?”
You shrug. “It’s just that…I’m confused.” You sigh from your bones, propping your head up with your head. “I couldn’t stand Yunho for such a long time, and yet, these days I can’t seem to get enough of him. I look at him and I’m fond. I’m not looking at him and I’m fond. But what about my secret admirer? They’ve been constantly there for me just by giving me flowers. It’s always perked me up. But I don’t think I like them the way they want me to…the way I want to.”
Wooyoong frowns. “What do you mean, the way you want to? You can’t help it if you don’t have feelings for them. And sure, maybe you appreciate them, but it doesn’t mean you have to like them back. It’s not like you’re dating. Hell, you don’t even know who they are. Maybe they won’t give a shit, or maybe they’ll be disappointed but what can they do if they never told you?” He shrugs. “If you like Yunho, just go for it. He’s a nice guy, outside of how he treated you. And a little birdie may have told me that he still likes you.”
You nod, defeated and yet relieved. “That’s true. Hey, Wooyoung.” Your close friend cocks his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for your advice. I do appreciate you keeping my head out of my ass and in line. I know I don’t say it enough to you and Seonghwa, but you guys are my closest friends and I love you guys.”
Wooyoung’s smile softens as he leans in to give you a warm hug. “Can’t leave you floundering by yourself, dumbass.”
You slap Wooyoung on the shoulder but don’t break the hug. “Fuck off, idiot. I hope you stub your toe today.” You pause. “Did Yunho really tell San he still likes me?”
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You can’t stop pacing the park in front of the school. You asked Yunho to meet you there after the last day of classes, hoping to ask him out, but now you’re starting to regret it. What if Wooyoung and San were mistaken and Yunho no longer likes you? What if he just laughs in your face and tells you it was a farce for a last prank before your graduation? You bring your thumb up to your mouth, biting on the nail as you debate between just playing it off as wanting to go to the arcade, or whether you should suck it up and tell Yunho. Or you just ditch him here and go home and eat a big tub of ice cream. The choice is yours.
You’re about three steps into your last plan of leaving when a warm hand grasps your wrist. “Hey, sorry it took me so long,” a familiar low voice hums. “San needed to talk to me. Hey, did you know–”
“Can I ask you–”
The two of you pause before giggling at the cliche interruption. “You go first,” you offer. “I want to hear the tea.” You wriggle your eyebrows at Yunho, making your friend snort.
“Did you know San likes Wooyoung?”
You blink for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face. “Oh, really? That’s so cute! I don’t know San well, but I know Wooyoung’s pretty fond of him. Hopefully it works out for them!” You’re pretty sure you’re practically sparkling from hearing about this. Wooyoung has always been the single one in your friend group—Seonghwa’s dating this one girl from a different area and they’ve been happy for years, and you’ve had on-and-off partners through the years. It would be nice if he finally liked someone.
Yunho nods, pleased. “I hope so too. They would be cute together. Anyways, what did you want to ask me?”
Ah. You’re pretty sure you’re looking a little sick from how Yunho’s barely hiding his concern behind his eyes. “Uh. So. I changed my mind. See you at graduation!” And hopefully never again.
But before you can back out like a coward and never face Yunho again, you catch a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing smile and you immediately have a sinking feeling in your gut. If your fears are confirmed, you’ll make sure to write a nice eulogy for your friend. “...What did Wooyoung tell San and what did San tell you?”
Yunho chuckles. “Same as what San told Wooyoung, who told you.” His smile somehow grows even larger. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed San yet is because I’d like to see him and Wooyoung get together.”
Your eyes narrow. “Well, I’m not sparing Wooyoung that same courtesy. I sure hope San’s able to keep Wooyoung alive.” You turn away, ready to find Wooyoung to beat him up but the grip that you forgot Yunho had on your wrist tightens and he tucks you into a back hug, his other arm wrapping around your waist.
It feels like time stops as you can hardly breathe when Yunho’s chin rests on your shoulder. “You can fight Wooyoung later, but I think something is slightly more important than that.” And before you can say anything, Yunho spins you around and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Now it really feels like time has stopped for you, but all you can do is stare up at him with your face slowly heating up until you feel you may melt. “Uh,” is all you manage to eloquently say, but Yunho just smiles, waiting for you to gather your thoughts while looking at you softly. “Uh. I think that slightly is a bit of an understatement.”
Yunho bursts out laughing at your admission, leaning in again until his nose brushes against yours. “There’s the (Y/N) I know and love. May I kiss you again?”
You’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you nod before whispering out a ‘yes’. And, before you can even blink, his plush lips are on yours again. It feels like a daydream, but as your hands come up to cup Yunho’s face, you smile into the kiss and feel at home in his arms.
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Secret Admirer Masterlist
You turn the envelope round and round in your hands. You don't know who it's from, all that's scrawled over the top is 'Your Secret Admirer'. But something about the uncertainty of it all makes your heart race and your cheeks warm.
Welcome to Ateez Pirate Ship's Valentine's event! Very similar to Secret Santa, 10 of our authors have been exchanging anonymous messages to create a fic catered to them specifically!
Now without further ado, please enjoy this fine selection of fics!
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[Masterlist will be updated as each story posts - Updated 10/03/24]
@flurrys-creativity
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam
Pairing: Jung Yunho x Song Mingi
Genre: Light Academia AU, Fluff, s2l, Romance
Rating: PG-13, sfw
Warnings: Mingi is a clumsy physics professor, Yunho is a collected Latin professor, pining, Yunho falls first and Mingi falls harder, lots of Latin phrases, one kabedon, one kiss
Wordcount: 1.6k
Summary: Two professors, who couldn't be more different, fated to meet each other and slowly grow closer than they dared to hope for.
For: @limjaeseven
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@staytinyville
Twin Flames
Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fantasy, Historical, Twin Flames
Rating: PG-13, sfw
Warnings: Blood, Murder, Revenge
Wordcount: 6.6k
Summary: In a world where magic exists, you had creatures that were created in order to help those who were able to harness the power of the sun and the moon. Each creature has a special connection with their creators. Those created by Witches were followers of the moon. And those created by Faeries were with the sun. However for some creatures, they were connected to their creators on a much deeper meaning.
For: @flurrys-creativity
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@daesukiii
Sincerity
Pairing: Yunho x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, E2L, School setting (unspecified)
Rating: PG-13, sfw
Warnings: Cursing, Kissing
Wordcount: 4k
Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.
For: @hotteoki
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@hotteoki
Change of Heart
Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, S2L, Arranged marriage, Mediveal era
Rating: PG-13, sfw
Warnings: Cursing
Wordcount: 5k
Summary: When you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will a stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?
For: @daesukiii
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@limjaeseven
Sacrifice
Pairing: Yeosang x Hongjoong
Genre: Angst, Fantasy
Rating: PG-13, sfw
Warnings: Death, Guns, Supernatural violence, Extremely inaccurate vampires, Bad worldbuilding
Wordcount: 2.6k
Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.
For: @potatomountain
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@yourfatherlucifer
Sticky Situation
Pairing: Ghoul!Hongjoong x afab!reader
Genre: Smut, Paranormal AU
Rating: R, nsfw
Warnings: NSFW MDNI, messy intercourse, slight stalking, dumbification, slime/goo play, ghost stuff, mention of death, aphrodisiac cum, rough sex.
Wordcount: 1.6k
Summary: After receiving a dare from your friends, you went into the ‘haunted’ mansion as everyone says, but is it really haunted though? Something is watching you..
For: @stardragongalaxy
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@mingsolo
So Good For Us
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader x San
Genre: Established Relationship, Poly, Smut
Rating: R, NSFW
Warnings: Alcohol, Unprotected Sex, Cum Play, Cursing, Sub/Dom, Oral
Wordcount: 4k
Summary: Back at home from your anniversary dinner, your boyfriends reveal a very special surprise that would turn your night into a ocassion you won't forget anytime soon.
For: @sanjoongie
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Just for Tonight
Pairing: Mingi x Reader
Genre: E2L, Smut, One night stand
Rating: R, NSFW
Warnings: Oral (f receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms
Wordcount: 3.8k
Summary: Public parties weren't your thing but for your best friend you could tolerate a dance club- even go home with someone for the night. Mingi was determined to make sure that was him, and after a little push from a hot stranger, you decided just for tonight you would give him a shot.
For: @mingsolo
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@sanjoongie
When the Sea and the Mountain Meet
Pairing: Yunho x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Norse mythology au, Njord and Skaldi au, Mythology retelling au, Royal au, Medieval au, Historical au
Rating: R, NSFW
Warnings: mentions of parent's death, mentions of someone falling deathly ill, hand kink HELLO, fingering (f), wall sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, nipple play, big dick! yunho
Wordcount: 5k
Summary: Upon your father's murder, a council allows you to choose a husband as recompense--based on what his hands look like. Yunho, a prince of the sea, and you, a princess of the mountains, are as opposite as you can get, so can you make the marriage work?
For: @staytinyville
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@stardragongalaxy
Hearts Aligned
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established relationship
Rating: R, NSFW
Warnings: Dom Hongjoong, mentions of punishment and biting, praise kink
Wordcount: 5k
Summary: Its early in the relationship, but a calling from Hongjoong to his home office has some surprises in store.
For: @yourfatherlucifer
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Aut viam inveniam aut faciam
Translation: i will either find a way or i will make one
Pairing: Jung Yunho (Ateez) x Song Mingi (Ateez); Genre: Light Academia AU, Fluff, s2l, Romance; Rating: PG-13, sfw; Warnings: Mingi is a clumsy physics professor, Yunho is a collected Latin professor, pining, Yunho falls first and Mingi falls harder, lots of Latin phrases, one kabedon, one kiss; Wordcount: 1.658
Summary: Two professors, who couldn't be more different, fated to meet each other and slowly grow closer than they dared to hope for.
Event: @pirateeznet Secret Admirer Event, I got @limjaeseven and I truly hope you enjoy this fic especially for you!!!
There were times fate chose to have a little fate, that’s how two professors, who couldn’t be more different from each other, frequently crossed paths. Despite their differences - one stoic, calm and collected, the other frenzy, chaotic and all over the place - they were drawn to each other.
Jung Yunho, professor of ancient Latin, fell first. He had his nose in a book when he first crossed paths with Song Mingi, professor of Physics. He had walked along the college grounds, basking in the warmth of the sun as he enjoyed Caesar’s Bellum Gallicum for the nth time. Engrossed with the written words Yunho forgot to check his surroundings, not noticing the other man stumbling through the hallway.
Mingi barely held all the sheets of paper in his arms as he rushed through the college. While his classes were perfectly structured and the epitome of what one would associate Physics with, Mingi’s process of getting there was a mess. He had his papers and books everywhere, forgetting them if they weren’t in plain sight and leaving them when he rushed from one place to another.
Today he had lost track of time in the library, studying for another scientific paper he desperately wanted to publish. Mingi had simply used his large arms to collect all his things on the table before running out. As he desperately tried to keep the books, sheets of paper and pencils in place as he rounded a corner, he forgot to look ahead.
That was when he bumped into Jung Yunho. Mingi dropped nearly all of his belongings to the ground in his effort to catch his own fall.
Yunho on the other hand staggered backwards, using his long legs to quickly regain his balance again. He lowered the book in his hand, finding the other professor crouched down on the floor in front of him.
Mingi impatiently grabbed the papers and books and stacked them on top of each other, ignoring how they bent and folded. He mumbled some apologies, barely focusing on the man before him.
As Yunho watched him, an amused grin played over his lips. He took in the dark blond, tousled hair - with one pencil rooted inside of it - the glasses that nearly seemed to slip from his nose, the long fingers collecting the rest of the pencils from the ground and the comfortable attire.
“Professor Song!”
Mingi looked up in surprise upon hearing one of his students call his name. He grinned half heartedly and waved his hand shortly in a greeting before bending down again and grabbing all his belongings. Mingi once again apologised to the man in front of him, finally noticing the tall frame. He swallowed loudly, seeing how pristine the other man looked in his slacks, white button up and black vest.
Before Yunho could say something, Mingi rounded him and rushed further along the college grounds. It took him by surprise to hear a man so chaotic and hectic to be a professor. Yunho knew such frantic behaviour from students during their finals each semester. His gaze followed the man until he was out of sight, still endeared with his behaviour.
“Felix culpa”, Yunho mumbled under his breath as he closed the book and made a beeline for the administration office. His curiosity got piqued and he just had to fulfil his desire of knowing more about that professor.
Ever since then Yunho tried to strike up a conversation with Mingi whenever they crossed paths but somehow the professor never truly had time, rushing from one place to the next. If he wasn’t too lost in his mind, Mingi’s answers would be short and sometimes not even in regard to the question Yunho had asked.
Though instead of growing irritated by that behaviour, Yunho just fell more and more for the clumsy man. So, he decided to up his game. “Ex nihilo nihil fit (from nothing comes nothing)”, Yunho spoke to himself, watching as Mingi once again left him standing behind.
Yunho was a man full of charm, his appearance breathtaking and the way he had with words naturally drew people in. Most students didn’t visit his classes because they had a genuine interest in Latin but because they got enchanted with him as a professor.
He’d lean against the desk at the front, a book in one hand and the other tugged away in the pockets of his slacks. His blond hair would fall into his eyes as he recited a line in Latin, his deep, melodic voice having all the attention drawn to his lips. Yunho had no structure to his lectures, he enjoyed going with the moment. As long as he could talk about his passion freely and open the hearts of students to the old poems, he wished for nothing else.
Though now his heart and mind also longed for the attention of one clumsy professor.
That’s how Yunho found himself sitting behind his desk, writing and re-writing a letter dedicated to Mingi. “Dum spiro, spero”, he mumbled under his breath, the pen scratching over the paper as he wrote the words. “While I breathe, I hope. I hope for your attention, for your eyes on me. I hope to receive your focus and your words, your passion for your work directed towards me.
While my words aren’t enough to capture you, I shall write them down. Like the Romans used to say: ‘Verba volant, scripta manent’. Words fly away but writings stay.”
Yunho poured his heart into this letter, ending it with the two words he also used to end his lectures: Bona Fide.
As days passed with no reaction after Yunho delivered his letter to Mingi, he grew more and more restless. In hindsight having added a piece of paper - no matter how intricate and beautifully crafted - to the stack Mingi usually carried around, probably wasn’t the smartest idea the professor had.
He gritted his teeth, internally rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. “Aut viam inveniam aut faciam! I will find a way or make one myself!”
The next time both professors crossed paths, Mingi wasn’t in a hurry for once. He still carried a bunch of papers around and nearly dropped them when Yunho appeared seemingly out of nowhere right in front of him, cornering until his back hit a wall.
“Semper ad meliora”, Yunho exhaled as he placed his hand right next to Mingi’s body. “You’re always heading towards better things to do and seemingly never catching a break.” He tilted his head with a soft grin, delighted Mingi finally looked at him.
Mingi on the other hand pressed his papers and books against his chest, fearing his heart would break through the ribcage otherwise from the hard thumping. “I don’t understand.”
“Audere est facere.” Yunho moved Mingi’s glasses back up on the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “You truly haven’t noticed my desperate and mostly futile attempts to get your attention, have you?”
Mingi sputtered some nonsense, barely comprehending the fact someone as handsome as the man in front of him could be interested. He knew he was a mess and all over the place so Mingi couldn’t believe someone, who appeared this collected to be interested in him. He blinked several times before he slowly shook his head, whether to answer Yunho’s question or to clear his head he wasn’t too sure himself.
Yunho’s grin widened as he noticed how the other man checked him out - failing at being discreet. “It seems like words won’t sway you”, Yunho contemplated as he grabbed Mingi’s chin with his thumb and pointer to force his gaze back into Yunho’s eyes. Yunho stepped a little closer, his chest pressing into the hands of Mingi holding his stuff. “Acta, non verba. Let me wine and dine you. Tonight at my place, 7pm sharp.”
Mingi simply stared at the taller man, eyes just as wide as his mouth. He didn’t know how to react to such bluntness, while a faint feeling told him he needed to hear it like that as he wouldn’t get it otherwise. Still, he felt unsure whether he understood Yunho correctly. “You’re asking me out on a date?”
Yunho rolled his eyes playfully combined with a soft chuckle. “If you allow me to, that is.” He leaned dangerously close, his breath fanning over Mingi’s face and most importantly over his lips.
Suddenly Mingi’s mouth and throat felt incredibly dry. He licked over his plump lips, swallowing visibly as he tried to wet his mouth. His eyes dropped down in bashful shyness. Mingi’s thoughts raced each other inside his head, making him struggle to grab just one.
Mingi remembered the letter with lots of Latin phrases he actually had to look up in a dictionary, remembered the warmth enveloping his chest as he read line after line of the letter. He looked back up through his eyelashes, seeing Yunho’s expectant and warm eyes. Mingi hadn’t dared to answer the letter out of fear of being inadequate. He felt he wasn’t as eloquent with his words, being more theoretical than poetic due to his major in Physics.
Yunho silently implored Mingi’s expression, trying to read the others' thoughts. He didn’t want to press for an answer despite his own nervousness rising inside of his chest. “Professor Song?”
Finally Mingi looked back up, being more determined than before. “I’d love to”, he said out loud, before a flustered grin spread over his face.
One corner of Yunho’s mouth raised into a relieved half-grin, his eyes slightly crinkling from the joy that wafted through his tall body. Mentally he had prepared himself to be let down but once again the Romans were right.
“Amor omnia vincit”, Yunho mumbled softly as he closed the distance and placed one gentle kiss on Mingi’s plump lips. Even if he wasn’t sure to call this budding romance love already, he sure as hell thought it could conquer all.
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Sacrifice
Pairing: Hongjoong X Yeosang
Genre: Fantasy, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death, use of guns, supernatural violence, extremely inaccurate vampires, bad worldbuilding
Word Count: 2,664
Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.
[a/n]: Written for the @pirateeznet Secret Admirer Event (I'm only technically a day late!). I got @potatomountain and I want to express my sincerest apologies to you, love, for my inconsistent contact, my inability to engage with you a ton for this event and whatever this fic is. I've never written fantasy before but I really wanted to try for you. If you like this I'd love to write you a sequel to compensate. Fingers crossed you have a fun time. Happy (belated) Valentines!
Border guard was not the role Hongjoong had thought he’d land up in when he signed up for the army but it had been his good skills and bad luck that had gotten him there. He’d always had good aim growing up and his father, a military man himself, had wanted him to continue his legacy so it was only natural for him to take an interest in the armed forces.
He was the best shot in his squadron and soon was promoted to a sniper. Just as they were about to be deployed abroad for a routine tour, chaos broke out at the border and their team was chosen to be sent in as reinforcements. That meant Hongjoong spent most of his time in a guard tower, his rifle aimed at a wired fence and forested terrain that separated his own nation from their neighbours.
His superiors hadn’t told them much about what exactly was going on, the news channels not offering any more information than they already knew. A few soldiers had been found dead near the border while out on their night duty. The bordering nation had good relations with Hongjoong’s own so the attacks made no sense. The neighbouring army had taken no responsibility for the action, pinning it on non-state actors.
Tension was high at the historically peaceful site and it had put the two allied nations at odds with each other. Hongjoong should have cared about it all, but he just resented the fact that the time he could have been spending abroad was wasted away in isolation. The person nearest to him was a guard tower over, who he could only talk to through a walkie-talkie and even that was restricted given the high alert status they were in.
And so days turned into weeks, every evening he’d swap in for his squadron mate for his shift, sitting alone for hours with a small pack of rations till mid morning, when he’d get to retire to his tent for some sleep.
There was no movement once the reinforcements came, so they thought that either the enemy had been scared away or was waiting. An offensive operation was being discussed with the armed forces of the neighbouring nation to try to root out the people behind the attacks. Hongjoong continued to not care, and wished for the crisis to come to some sort of end so that he could be doing anything else but this.
It all changed one night, though. About a month into their mission, Hongjoong had been trying to pick something to eat when he heard the fence rattle. He quickly sat up, using his binoculars to figure out where the sound was coming from, but everything had fallen silent once again.
He tried to look for the guards that were out on patrol and saw one of them fallen on the ground and the other seemingly floating in the air. Throwing his binoculars down, Hongjoong aimed his rifle at the man, the scope focusing on the soldier whose feet were off the ground, head tilted to one side and no one around him.
Hongjoong tried to think of something to do. His instinct was to signal to the guard in the other post but he didn’t have the time, so he imagined what a man would look like if he were holding the soldier up and took his shot. Immediately the man fell to the ground and the fence rattled, then there was silence.
Scrambling for his walkie-talkie, he called to the other guard but there was no response from him. He couldn’t just sit there, so he rushed down from his post, looking for someone to report to, but everyone had fallen into a deep slumber that he couldn’t wake them up from. The camp looked dead except for him.
Reaching for the handgun on his side, Hongjoong slowly made his way to the fence. The first soldier he saw seemed untouched, but clearly dead. His body lay limp with no pulse or breath. He crawled his way over to the other guard, whose limbs were twisted from the fall. His head lay turned to one side, neck covered in blood pouring out of two big punctures in the skin.
He was so shocked by the sight that he barely had the time to react to the sound of the fence rattling again, and everything went black.
When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in a seemingly endless room. The decor looked nothing like what was local to either his nation or the one neighbouring it, as if he’d been teleported halfway across the world. Large windows decorated the room but they painted pitch black, the only light coming from large crystal chandeliers that nursed candles that shed flickering light onto impeccably polished marble floors.
Hongjoong’s head hurt and he could barely move, his hands and feet bound to the chair he was seated on. He was still in his fatigues, seemingly unharmed. “You’re awake?” A deep voice called out from behind him. He jerked in his chair as he tried to turn behind to see who it was but the high backed chair meant he had a limited range of view.
Footsteps echoed through the space as the person crept up to him, growing louder as they grew closer. And then he saw him, and Hongjoong felt his breath stop.
The man in front of him was almost paper white with how pale his skin was. He was dressed in the most extravagant suit Hongjoong had ever seen, covered in gems that glittered with every movement. He looked like royalty, with a face to match. Sharp eyes paired with soft lips and the gentlest of smiles.
“I’m Yeosang,” he said, and that’s when Hongjoong noticed the two sharp canines in the man’s mouth. He racked his brain for an explanation. This had to be a joke. Maybe he had fallen asleep at his post and he was dreaming.
But the ice cold touch of the man’s hands on his skin couldn’t have been a dream, that much Hongjoong knew. “What’s your name?”
“Hongjoong,” he managed while flexing his ankles carefully, trying to find a way to escape his binds.
“You saw me there, didn’t you?”
“Not really,” he said, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I heard the fence rattle and I saw one of our men floating above the ground so I tried to shoot whatever was behind it. But I saw nothing there.”
“Interesting,” the man muttered. “You should have been asleep. Why weren’t you?”
“How would I know? And who are you? Where am I?”
“Oh, naive humans. You’re endlessly fascinated by us but you don’t know who we are?”
“That’s not possible.”
“But it is.” The man clapped his hands and a man walked into the room, smiling at Hongjoong before standing still and tilting his head. The man in the suit stood behind him, shot Hongjoong a wink and sunk his teeth into the man’s neck.
Hongjoong didn’t know if he felt horrified or fascinated at the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. For minutes the three of them stood there quietly as blood pooled around the man’s teeth and his eyes glowed.
Finally, the pulled his teeth out and wiped them clean with his tongue. The man who came in gave a little bow and walked away the way he’d come in.
“I’m Prince Yeosang. I rule a world very different from your own.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t worry your little head about it,” he said. Hongjoong should have felt patronised but the tone was so polite he couldn’t feel angry at all.
“What we need to figure out is what to do with you.”
“Do I have to ask or will you just explain it anyways?”
“Oh shush. Your world and mine live in the same place, and the same time, just one can’t see the other. We didn’t even know the other existed for millennia but a few centuries ago, my kind figured out how to get to yours. It didn’t go well. We became addicted to feeding on you and it threatened to destroy the barriers between our worlds, and with it, your entire kind. There were a lot of fights amongst us on what we should do, and the side that wished for a peaceful coexistence won, but we had changed too much in that time.
We needed your kind to survive, so in a way we’d found our own destruction in finding you. So we started picking up a person here or there, just enough to sustain us. We kept them here, so that we wouldn’t have to keep going there. But that wasn’t enough. We realised that your kind wasn’t enough to keep us alive, but that each of us needed a specific one, one that had been changed by us all that time ago, the way you had changed us.”
“And what if you didn’t find that person?”
“We’d keep feeding on others, but we’d need more and more, and eventually it wouldn’t be enough and we’d fade. But if we found the right one, they’d change us as much as we changed them so we’d both stay alive as long as we were together.”
“So you were out there looking for your one?”
“Pretty much. I’ve looked far and wide and I’m fading fast. If I don’t find someone, then this world will go without an heir, and that could destroy the peace that’s held my world from ravaging yours.”
“Okay, so you need to find your blood soulmate or whatever. But what does that have to do with me?”
“Finding the one isn’t easy for us. There are billions of your kind out there. The only way to find out is by marking someone. If they’re the one, they’ll live.”
“So you go around killing people till you find this one?”
“No, not like that. We can catch a sense of them, but we can’t know exactly who it is. So it sometimes takes a few casualties. Fortunately your kind kills enough of your own that you hardly notice it.
Anyways, there’s a legend, that for sometimes, the connection between one of your kind and one of my kind is so close, that the barrier between starts to falter. My power can knock your people out because you have no immunity to it.”
“But I was awake,” Hongjoong mumbled. “Wait, so am I your blood soulmate?”
“If the legend is right, then you are.”
“What do you mean if it’s right?”
Yeosang shrugged. “It’s only happened a handful of times.”
“And?”
“They’re all gone because of unrelated reasons.”
“Unrelated reasons?”
“That’s not the concern here. If you’re my one, you can save your realm and my own.”
“And if I’m not, I die.”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. But what other choice do I have?”
“If I agree to this, and I am your blood soulmate, then will I have to stay here for the rest of eternity?”
“You don’t have to, we just keep you here for your own safety. You can go back, I can come visit you for feeding when I need it, if you’d like. Our bond doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”
“Okay…” Hongjoong trailed off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to call the man in front of him a lunatic and run off, but somewhere deep down he knew he wasn’t lying. That this was the truth and he had to decide what to do.
At the end of the day, Hongjoong was a military man, and if there’s one thing he’d accepted when he’d joined the army, was that there would come a time when he’d have to lay his life down for his people. He never actually thought that day would come, but it had, and he wasn’t going to hesitate.
“You can do it.” Hongjoong said.
“What?” Yeosang asked, surprised.
“You can mark me. I can’t allow my people to get hurt.”
“You’re a very brave man, Hongjoong.”
“Or foolish, the line between the two is quite thin. Now can you please untie me?”
“Oh of course, my apologies.” Yeosang waved a hand and the restraints around Hongjoong fell on their own. He looked at them with wonder for a moment. He knew he was in for something weird but it was still odd to actually see it.
“How do we do this?”
“You just tilt your head to the side, I’ll do the rest.”
Hongjoong stood up and stretched a bit, trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. Looking Yeosang properly in the eye felt odd. Just moments before he’d towered over him, but now he felt like just a guy, a really pretty one at that. He’s about to either kill you or make you immortal, Hongjoong thought as he turned around to face away from Yeosang.
“Try to relax, this might hurt.”
“I might not last long enough to feel it,” Hongjoong couldn’t help but quip.
“Quiet, you’ll be alright.” He waited for the pain, but it never came. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean?”
Yeosang stepped away, looking away. “I don’t know. No one’s ever willingly offered themselves to me before, knowing that it could take their life. Every time I’ve done it, it’s been against your kind’s will, and I let myself believe it was for a good reason. But now I don’t know if I can think of it like that.”
Hongjoong was taken aback, “But it’s for both of our safety, isn’t it?”
“Part of it, yes, but I can’t lie and say that I didn’t do it selfishly even once. I don’t want to fade, not for my kind, but for myself.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, all of us want to live.”
“But you don’t.”
“Oh I do, but sometimes you have to accept that there’s more important things than that,” Hongjoong said. A part of him was sad that they’d met under such circumstances. There was a part of him that wanted to know Yeosang better, maybe find what’s hidden inside him.
“Your kind is fascinating.”
“We’re just human. Now get it on with, hopefully it’ll save more than the both of us.”
Cold fingers grazed his neck gently as his head was pushed to the side so that his cheek touched his shoulder. Soft lips brushed against his neck and Hongjoong felt a shiver run down his spine. A sharp pinch made him flinch but then it was all gone. He felt himself relax, his limbs go loose, and his fear drain away. He didn’t know how long he felt like that before he blacked out again.
When he woke up, he was back in his post, curled on the floor with his rations next to him and his rifle aimed out as usual. Hongjoong sat up quickly, checking his surroundings. Everything seemed to be fine. Maybe he did just fall asleep the night before and dreamt it all.
But he remembered firing his rifle. He looked at the bolt of the gun and placed his hand on the lever, taking a deep breath as he pulled it back.
An empty shell clattered on the floor.
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𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔐𝔢𝔱
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🏔For @staytinyville, i hope you enjoy this, i had fun weaving this tale for you 💞 sorry it was late once again
🌊Pairing: Njord! Prince! Jeong Yunho x Skaldi! Princess! Reader (f)
🏔Genre: smut, angst (happy ending), fluff
🌊Au: Norse mythology au, njord and skaldi au, mythology retelling au, royal au, medieval au, historical au
🏔Trope: strangers to lovers, opposites attract
🌊Warnings: mentions of parent's death, mentions of someone falling deathly ill, hand kink HELLO, fingering (f), wall sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, nipple play, big dick! yunho
🏔Word count: 5,178
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🏔Summary: upon your father's murder, a council allows you to choose a husband as recompense--based on what his hands look like. Yunho, a prince of the sea, and you, a princess of the mountains, are as opposite as you can get, so can you make the marriage work?
🌊Author's Note: the story of Skaldi, a giantess and goddess of the mountain and her husband, Njord, God of the Sea, intrigued me enough to want to try a re-telling. I changed the feet to hands, in choosing a husband, and who is better to use that than mofo jeong yunho
Once upon a time, when the world was young, a woman experienced a father's death and was repaid with a choice of her husband.
"But you must choose by his hands."
The woman chose hands that were callused, for surely a strong husband would come from those hands.
Instead, she chose the man who couldn't be more than the opposite of her. This is a retelling of their story.
You stared intently at the set of hands in front of you. Each owner of said hands were behind a heavy curtain so that you could not pick your future husband based on his appearance but based solely on his hands.
You were hoping for San, if truth be told. You wanted the happy prince who was also known to throw himself into work with his fellow peasants. You wanted to add his giggles to your empty castle, now with your father gone.
There was one set of hands that continued to draw you back. They were long and lovely but also they had calluses; they had seen hard work. Surely they belonged to San? Without another thought, you pointed to the hands you had been admiring and hoped for the best.
The curtain parted and… instead of San’s pleased smile that he had been chosen, you were met with the wide eyes of Yunho’s. The two of you stared at each other, unable to comprehend that you were to be wed to the prince who lived by the sea, the complete opposite to your mountainous upbringing.
“Wait--!”
"No, princess, this is your choice,” The counselor preceding over your choice proclaimed. “The death of your father is repaid. You have a husband now.”
You and Yunho were ushered into an antechamber to sign the papers and a small ceremony made it official. It was clear everyone wanted you out of here before you demanded even more over the death of your father.
“First, you should live in the domain of your husband,” The priest informed you. “You need to understand who he is before you take him to your home.”
The plan was to spend ten days at Yunho's place by the sea and you were already not looking forward to it. The sea was not your favorite place. And once you arrived, it really just confirmed how you felt.
Except now there was Yunho.
Yunho was a shy prince. He dined with you in the morning, offering options of how you could spend the hours of your day. The walk along the shore was hardly what you would consider romantic. You struggled under the shifting sands, always managing to carry some home with you. The squawking of the seabirds always interrupted your questions towards Yunho in order to learn more about your new husband and his home. You couldn't even appreciate some of the cliffs by the sea, the closest thing to home for you, because of the bashing of the cursed waves against the walls of stone. You were starting to think the gods were playing with you; that they still wanted you to suffer.
“Princess?” Yunho brought you back to reality.
You had picnic-ed in the dunes beside the sea with a sturdy blanket and practically everything weighed down so that the hefty winds didn’t blow away anything you planned on dining on or with.
“Apologies, Yunho, what did you say?” You wondered, sipping the strawberry rhubarb wine.
“There’s a story that they tell of how the first king was found. It was said that he would never become king. The prophecy said that when the fishermen of the area would find a diamond in the sands, then their king would finally be found.”
You scoffed at the fanciful tale. “Sounds like no one wanted a king to be found.”
Yunho laughed. “One would think. But truly, what the purpose of the story is, is that kings can be found but the right king, a good one for the people and for the kingdom, is like a diamond in the sand.”
You thoughtfully ate a tiny sandwich--emphasis on the sand part of the sandwich--and attempted to not wince at the grit in your mouth. “So a good king was found?”
Yunho shrugged, blinking furiously when wind blew hair in front of his face. His hands attempted to push it back and you were momentarily distracted. Those hands had been your downfall. “Oh, we had kings alright, but no one has truly found the diamond in the sand.”
Yunho had yet to touch you with those hands. You hadn't consummated your marriage but you were sure that had more to do with this poorly-worded trial period than anything else. Ten days to learn about your husband and ten days for him to learn of you in your realm. The marriage wasn’t made for two romantic fools, it was a settlement on reparations done to you. The lost of your father still panged in the depths of your heart but Yunho’s ‘love’ hadn't done anything to settle the lose, truly. Perhaps your heart wasn’t truly into it. Perhaps--
Yunho sighed and began to pack up. He was used to you losing yourself in your thoughts. “Back to the castle then? I’m sure your handmaiden could prepare a cool room for you.”
Ah, the disappointment coating your husband’s words. “Yunho, I--”
Yunho shook his head. “Do not worry about it, Princess. You head back. I’ll clean this up.” Yunho held out your parasol with a face that didn’t speak of his disappointment at all.
The two of you spoke the same language but it always seemed like you never understood each other. Yunho was patient and you attempted to show interest in his world but you compared everything; it couldn't be helped.
Yunho’s world was too windy, too warm, too loud, too much. You were used to solitude, you were used to your halls in the mountains. This world Yunho loved so much was too much for you. You often found yourself pulling back to the comfort of your tower that Yunho had declared was yours. He thought the height would help you remind you of home and it did, but in the worst ways. You simply pinned for home that much more.
Before you knew it, the final night in Yunho’s home was upon you. You wanted to go home so badly but you didn’t want to lay it on Yunho. So you smiled politely as he brought you through the town around the castle, a bustling morning market that had you avoiding the touch of the crowd so much that Yunho knew he had failed you once again.
“Princess?” Yunho offered his hand to you. He had one final plan to enact.
You cautiously gave Yunho your hand and he protectively pulled you into an enclave away from the crowds. Yunho’s height allowed him to tower over you. Suddenly you were very, very close to your husband but he didn’t let go of your hand.
Yunho sent a hopeful smile your way and you felt a jolt in your chest. What the hell was that? “If you will allow me one more excursion tonight? I promise, I have one final surprise that I would like to share with you. It is my favorite. I left the best for last.”
You bowed your head. “Of course, husband,” you agreed.
The day dragged by. The food that had been hand chosen by you and Yunho had been cooked for a midday meal and Yunho showed you bright gardens cultivated behind the walls of the castle. You smiled and listened politely but you couldn't help but think of what kind of surprise Yunho had been hiding you all this time. Why not surprise you the first night to impress you? Your husband was still a mystery to you, it seemed.
The sun set and you waited in your rooms for your husband to retrieve you. And you waited. And waited. Then you began to pace. Was this waiting on purpose? Was he looking to vex you? After hours passed, you were about to rip the hinges off your door and storm the castle looking for your husband before he politely knocked on your door. You smoothed your hair back, picking something off the skirt of your dress and let your handmaiden know your husband could enter.
Yunho’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You will need those hiking boots of yours, Princess, and a change of clothes. This is not a dress excursion.”
Yunho led you to the sea and you were beginning to think that your husband truly didn’t understand you. He was simply taking you to every place in his kingdom and expecting you to love it. You weren’t sure if this was going to work, if at all. You couldn't simply throw away what was given to you. It somehow belittled your father’s death. But could you take a lifetime of this?
With a hand raised with a lantern, and your hand in his other, Yunho led you inside of a cliffside cave. For a while, there was only the soft sound of the water dripping down stalactites and the squeak of the lantern on its handle. Yunho didn’t feel the need to fill the air with conversation and you were stewing in your thoughts, if you were being honest.
But when the tunnel through the cave opened up into a larger room, your jaw couldn't help but fall to the floor. Inside was a pool of calm water that almost perfectly reflected the night sky through an opening in the roof. You could see the moon, the constellations your father had taught you, even some fluffy clouds as they floated across the night’s sky. It was beautiful.
“They say this place used to be the home to mermaids. One of my great grandfather’s married one apparently. This place has been kept sacred ever since.” Yunho’s eyes had been raised to the sky but then he lowered them to yours. “Do you like it?”
You opened your mouth but found that you had no words. At least, you had none of the easy words that had been tearing down Yunho and his home piece by piece. “It’s lovely,” You managed.
Yunho allowed himself to smile hesitantly. “Do you know the story about the god who froze their toe and it became a constellation in the sky?”
You moved towards the pool and sat at the edge of it. You were completely comfortable looking at the sky through the portal of the water. “That one always made me laugh as a child. Now I shudder at freezing a toe and breaking it off.”
Yunho sat beside you, dimming the lantern so you two could see the sky’s reflection clearly. “Ah, I suppose that’s a worry from where you’re from.”
You nodded, pushing some hair out of your face. “Yunho…”
Yunho shook his head. “I know we leave for your home tomorrow.”
Yunho’s soft world was not like yours at all. You worried for him. “I don’t expect to find it beautiful,” You admitted.
Yunho smiled somewhat bittersweetly. “Like you didn’t find mine?”
You sighed. “Your world is too much. Too much sun, too much noise, it’s not what I’m used to.”
Yunho's hand beside yours twitched. His pinky moved but his hand did not. “I tried. I shared with you everything I love. I wanted you to be happy, if that means anything.”
“It’s not your fault, Yunho,” You allowed. “I did pick you, after all.”
“You didn’t want me though,” Yunho said.
“You didn’t want me to pick you!” You retorted with a laugh.
Yunho half-laughed with you. “Well, I didn’t expect you to pick me, that’s for sure.”
You cocked your head. Your hand moved a little closer to his. “You’re the one with the pretty hands that are also callused. It’s your fault really.”
Yunho chuckled. His hand moved until both your pinkies were touching. “I still work the fishing boats every Manadagr morning.” He looked at you through the corner of his eye. “And what do you mean my hands are pretty?”
You winced. You had not meant for that to slip. “You know…” you let the uncertain air hang between you two.
Yunho nudged you with his shoulder. “No, I really don’t.”
You sighed again but picked up one of his hands. You played with his lithe fingers, feeling birds thrash against your ribcage. “They’re hard working hands but they’re pretty. I want…” If only your father could see you now, your courage failing you simply because your heart was betraying you right now.
Yunho grasped both of your hands between his. “You want?” He prompted you.
You swallowed hard, not sure if you had it in yourself to tell your husband you lusted after his hands. “Yunho, I--”
“We haven’t kissed since we became husband and wife,” Yunho blurted out. His eyes widened at his own words and then you watched as redness crept up his ears.
That was the second time you were speechless tonight.
Yunho let go of your hands, dropping them like they were hurting him, and mumbled about going back now.
“Yunho, wait!” You stood up to stop him.
“I’m sorry you don’t feel the same way, but I really like you!” Yunho blurted out again. “I’ve planned all these outings and every time I only seemed to annoy you or let you down. I’ve felt your bad mood darken and develop like a storm in the middle of the sea get worse as it came closer to the coast. I won’t apologize for trying to woo you but I want you to love me!”
It was as if an arrow from Ullr hit your heart. So instead of speaking, since you were failing in that regard, you let your body speak for you. You wrapped your arms around Yunho’s neck, pulled him down and you kissed him. You didn’t kiss him with passion and lust but rather with a need to tell him that he had been enough.
Yunho looked so confused when you released him that you had to giggle. If you had thought his ears were red before, they now appeared as hot as iron in the forge. “Your ears get red when you’re embarrassed, Husband. Do my kisses embarrass you?”
Yunho’s eyes avoided yours but a smile he couldn't fight was pulling at the corners of his lips. “Your kisses do not embarrass me.”
“No?” You teased, leaning to the side to capture his gaze.
Suddenly, Yunho went from an embarrassed man to a dangerous one. His eyes were dark. “No.”
You raised your chin defiantly. “Then prove me wrong.”
Yunho cupped your head between his beautiful hands and then kissed you. His kiss was different. It was soft but it was deep. His tongue sought out yours and you met him halfway. His kiss pulled the lust that was bubbling deep in your womb. You pushed onto your toes again, meeting his kisses with lust of your own and Yunho moaned into your mouth.
His hands steadied your hips and he broke the kiss. With his forehead pressed to yours, he panted against your lips. “Will you let me make you mine?”
“Only if you’ll let me claim you,” You countered.
Yunho’s eyes traveled over your face. You didn’t know what he was looking for but whatever he found there, it seemed to satisfy him. “I didn’t mean to lure you here to seduce you,” He admitted, as if he was half apologizing that your first time together would be in a cave.
“I may be a princess, Husband, but I am no soft woman. I’ve fucked in worse places,” You snickered.
Yunho’s eyes widened before he half smiled at your boldness. “Then let me have you by the sea and the sky and let the gods witness our consummation of our marriage.”
You impulsively grabbed Yunho’s hand and sucked on his middle and index fingers. Your tongue swirled around his long digits and you said huskily. “Show me why I picked these pretty hands, husband.”
Yunho’s now slick fingers reached under your pants and pressed to your clit. You tossed your head back in ecstasy as he easily rubbed you, warming you up from the inside out.
You guided his other hand to grope your breast and you watched in awe as his fingers nimbly pulled at the tie at your chest in order to spill your breast out for him. He neatly tugged and pulled and played with your nipple.
His fingers became bolder as they dipped lower to find your own slick dripping from between your folds. “Wife of mine, why are you so wet?”
You moaned. “You, Yunho, it’s all because of you.”
“Do my fingers give you that much pleasure?” Yunho teased you lightly.
“They look so pretty against my body,” You admitted.
Yunho whirled you around suddenly, your back to his chest. It gave you an easy view of Yunho twirling your nipple in one hand and his other playing with your cunt. You swallowed hard, suddenly very tempted by your own husband’s hands.
“Will you come undone simply from my hands playing with you, princess?” Yunho wondered, his voice husky against the shell of your ear.
Your mind was silent and empty, with only one voice chanting ‘feels so good feels so good feels so good’ over and over. You had a one track mind, and it was coming against Yunho’s fingers. You gyrated your hips into the motions of Yunho’s fingers. Your first orgasm came easy, tempted from the nimble hands that had condemned you to your current fate.
Your hand went behind you, behind Yunho’s neck, for support as you trembled against his chest. “Oh Yunho, oh gods, it’s so goddamn good, Hel’s left tit.”
“I'm not sure if I should be proud of that,” Yunho laughed behind you.
“Oh, you should be proud of that,” You assured him. “I can’t brag of many men that could get me to climax that fast.”
Yunho pulled his fingers from you and you turned your head and watched as he cleaned them diligently. He hummed as if he had a taste of honeyed wine and you pressed your lips together. “Will you take me now?”
With Yunho’s other hand, he cupped your face and ran his thumb against your lips. “I would see your face when I bring you to your next peak,” Yunho informed you.
You nodded and immediately Yunho’s hands went around your waist to hoist you upwards. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around Yunho’s waist as he sought a section of cave wall that wasn’t dripping with water.
Yunho's hands dived into your hair to hold your head in place as he kissed you again. Yunho was hungry for you. His lips went from pink to red as they became swollen from the kissing. His tongue twirled around yours, looking to intertwine with every part of you. He only set you down so that you could strip your pants off and he could push his down to his thighs. You pulled at the rest of your shirt, giving Yunho complete access to your chest.
Your back was pressed up against the wall again, legs around his waist, except now Yunho’s curved, glorious cock was pressed up against you. “Yunho,” You cooed his name.
“I’ll go slow; so slow. I’ll be careful,” Yunho promised.
Yunho's hand tilted your head so that he could place kisses along your neck as he rubbed the underside of his dick against your wetness. His kisses continued along your jaw as his cock slid downwards. You held your breath to wait for him to penetrate you but Yunho simply fucked his cock between your thighs, the top of his cock now getting a good coating.
“What if I don’t want it slow?” You growled.
Yunho laughed, his shoulders shaking under your hands. “I must. You can endure it, surely?” He tilted his head flirtatiously, although it was still a challenge directed to you.
Yunho didn’t wait for you to answer, he brushed the head of his cock against your hole. You cocked your hips to give him easier access and you both moaned loudly as he entered you. Yunho spent equal time watching your face as he watched his cock make its way into you. He slid inch by precious inch with dedication only a man with grace could manage. You wiggled your hips and whined, but Yunho simply cupped your face and pushed a thumb into your mouth to silence.
Yunho braced himself against the wall with his free hand and reached under one of your legs to cock it so that you were spread even wider for him. “Let’s make the motion of the ocean jealous.”
“Gods, Yunho,” You cried out.
His hips worked between your legs that were stuttering at best. Your cunt fought him for every inch he could manage. Yunho was soon sweating and stuttering. “You’re so--gods, so tight! I--” He moaned, biting down on his lower lip. “Your warmth encompasses me so completely.”
“I never imagined being with you would be so consuming,” You whispered to him.
“I have needed you for such a long time,” Yunho told you, kissing you sweetly. “I thought you would never let me touch you.”
“I would never let these hands not touch me, husband,” You informed him.
Yunho paced himself inside of you. He didn’t pound into you until you indicated to him that your climax was approaching. “I’ll not last any longer than you,” Yunho admitted, “I’ll follow your lead.”
With that said, Yunho reached under your other leg and you had nothing to brace against except the wall behind your back. Yunho had complete control of the pace and it was grueling. He fucked you mercilessly, the slapping of skin against skin echoing against the rock walls. With a scream, you came hard, and Yunho was good on his word. He came as soon as your pussy walls fluttered around him. He gasped, high pitched and desperate.
The two of you came down slowly, breaths intersecting each other as you kissed lazily. Yunho’s thrusts came to a stop eventually and he let down one leg, then the other, leaning back to pull his softening cock from your cunt.
You gathered your pants and tied back up your shirt. “Yunho…”
“I’m sorry,” Yunho squeaked.
Your head shot up to look at your husband. His ears were red-hot and his eyes were shaking slightly. “Sorry for what? For giving your wife your seed? For giving her a climax? What’s to apologize for?”
“I--I don’t know what took over me!” Yunho said with wide eyes. “I just knew I had to bring you to your climax and you looked so pretty with your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth parted, I simply wanted to come with you as well, I--” Yunho laughed at himself, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m making a fool of myself, aren’t I?”
“Yunho.” You grabbed his hand between yours and kissed it. “You are fine. Everything is fine. You were wonderful.”
Yunho smiled, then wiped his face blank, then smiled again. “You were wonderful,” he murmured, biting his lower lip again.
“Will you escort me back to my room?” You suggested.
“Will you hold my hand?” Yunho replied.
You both knew the answers to your questions.
Your trip to the mountains was a different one from the sea. You and Yunho huddled inside a carriage for the better part of the day. Which was fine between the two of you. You kissed and giggled and acted like newlyweds, finally. You had Yunho and some heavy fur coverings and you were heading to your childhood home, where you would reside for all of the winter months. You had no worries hanging over your head. You had been too drunk on love to realize that as much as you hated Yunho’s world, the same would be true for him.
That evening, in your grand, empty hall the two of you dined. You were at one end and Yunho in your father’s seat. You were so far apart, neither of you talked much. The servants offering each course and the clatter of utensils against plates were the only sounds in the vast space.
You had a gnawing uncertainty in your gut but it was quickly banished when Yunho came to your bed that night. You rode Yunho in your childhood bed, rocking your hips and making him hold your breasts in place as you coaxed the both of you to an easy climax. You fell asleep in Yunho’s arms and thought everything was right in the world.
Except it wasn’t for Yunho.
It was worse because he always attempted to brush it off. You would watch him smile brightly when you asked him if he was cold, but then he would frown and run his hands up and down his arms. He denied getting lost and insisted he wished to see the sweeping views your castle offered. He told you it was picture perfect but you had a sense he simply wished to go back inside.
Not that inside was any better. You offered him walks along the long corridors lined with your ancestor’s portraits. He yawned as you explained each of their hard-earned exploits at protecting this castle. He glanced cursory over the fine treasures that your family had accumulated during their reign.
Eventually, you two spent less and less time with each other. You began to spend long hours in your father's study, writing letters to your vassals to be sent by carrier pigeon. You weren’t entirely sure what Yunho did with his free time, but you often caught him staring off into the air, like he wasn’t even present.
You watched your glowing prince of the shore fade. It killed you when you made love and could see the tired circles under his eyes. And still Yunho would smile at you and insist that he was alright. Yunho would stop showing up for dinner. When he collapsed on his way to your bedroom one evening, that was the end of the line.
You immediately sent Yunho away. He was bundled up in the same carriage that had brought the two of you to the mountains. Your wise woman traveled with him to inform the doctor’s in Yunho’s land of what ailed the prince. You promised with a soft kiss, careful of how frail Yunho appeared, to follow him as soon as you could.
The first month when you didn’t show up, Yunho sent a letter. He made plenty of excuses on your behalf. He understood you had to rule in your father’s stead and you had been away for a while by meeting with the council and visiting his kingdom. Then when a month turned into two, he asked about your health, which was fine. Then the third month, your husband showed up on your doorstep, banging on your bedroom door.
“Yu-yunho!” You stuttered, shocked to find your husband in your castle, let alone in your kingdom.
“What have I done now?” He raged. “Why have you not come back for me?”
You were taken aback by his questions and his anger. You had never seen this side of Yunho before. Your mouth opened and closed but you found that you could form no words. Your husband was always making you speechless.
“I promise you I’m not a sickly individual. You needn’t worry about our heirs. It was just a lapse. I can do better!” Yunho informed you as he strode into your room.
You quietly closed your door and watched as Yunho paced in your room. His hands moved around as he spoke and you cursed yourself for always being drawn to them.
“Yunho,” You said his name quietly, gathering up his hands. You kissed the back of each hand and looked up at him forlornly. “Living with me made you sick. It was your love for me that made you fade. I don’t want you to die.”
Yunho blinked at you, a cute moment that you had to push away because of the serious discussion. “What?”
“You can’t live here. It’s detrimental to your health. I can’t live with you, it would drive me insane. We simply aren’t meant to be. I think it would be better if we--”
“No.” Yunho shook his head. “No, I will not get a divorce.”
You frowned. “Yunho, we must.”
“No!” Yunho said more forcefully. He gathered you to his chest, with your head against his breast. You could hear the beating of his heart, quick but firm. “I won’t let you.”
You allowed yourself one more moment in your husband's arms and then you pushed him away gently. “It’s not meant to be, Yunho. We’ll only end up miserable with each other. I don’t ever want our love to twist into hatred.”
Yunho’s lips dipped downwards and it looked like he was fighting some tears. “But I love you.”
You felt your throat tighten. “I know you do.”
“Don’t you love me too?” He pressed.
“I do but it’s not enough. My love won’t keep you healthy. My love isn’t a sustenance which you can live on. My love--”
Yunho cupped your cheeks with both hands, your head feeling tiny in his large hands. His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks. When had you started crying? “I can’t take care of you, Yunho. It’s all I want and yet I’m not capable.”
“I don’t care what it takes,” Yunho said. “I will build a castle at the halfway point between our kingdoms. We will make every official travel to us to deal with the problems of both kingdoms. But I cannot remain separated from you. I will die from that, that I can promise you. You don’t want me to die from a broken heart, do you?”
You tipped your head up, to see Yunho’s half smile, part somber and part hopeful. You loved him, you loved him with all your heart, you knew that. But wouldn’t your love kill the both of you? Spirit, body and mind?
Yunho shook his head. “Don’t think with your mind, for once, think with your heart.”
“Yunho--”
Yunho put a finger over your mouth. “Husband,” he quietly corrected you.
You admitted defeat. You knew you would also die from a broken heart if you couldn't spend the rest of your days on Midgard with Yunho, with your husband. You barely survived your father’s death, you couldn't handle another loss.
“I love you, husband of mine,” You whispered.
With a choked sob, Yunho gathered you in his arms once again, hugging you tightly and kissing the crown of your head. The soft kisses turned into hard ones, Yunho desperate for you, hungry for you, since he hadn't been with you for months. You moaned into his mouth and pressed your body even tighter against his.
“Will you let me make you mine?” You echoed the words Yunho had once spoken to you in the sea cave.
“Only if you’ll let me claim you,” Yunho repeated your words back to you.
“Then let me have you by the mountains and the rocks and let the gods witness our love for each other,” You said, solemnly. “You never know, maybe they’ll write our love story into a saga.”
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Hi sanji....
Do I flirt or not?? I mean even if hes a guy, he does look girly enough...
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I'm more of a boob person, too bad. Its been fun~
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A heads up that almost ALL My work has adult themes so MINORS DNI
Ateez: February Filth Fest- 2024
Series::
"Case: It's You"
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Pairing: Detective Reader x ot8 detective ateezGenre: enemies to lovers, romance, eventual smut, dark themes, angst.
Synopsis: As a headstrong detective- forced to transfer to another Precinct after pushing your team, and superiors too far- your new unit is less than pleased by your presence. In fact, they are down right hostile, resulting in more time butting heads than doing your job: taking down the organized crime 'gangs' of your city. Once you finally get your foot in the door, into their circle, you realize you bit off more than you can chew- or maybe it was the perfect place for you.
"To Love A Monster"
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Mutant reader x human ateez
Learning to love others, and yourself, feels nearly impossible when you aren't human enough for Society... but you want to try
Warnings: centered around dark themes and some triggering topics. Will eventually contain smut.
Mini Series:
"Fallen Crown"
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Captured prince Yeosang x fallen Princess: gladiator AU
With the irony of your tainted titles, your fates became entwined, both fighting more than the foes pitted against you for the crowd’s pleasure. Especially at the prospect of becoming star-crossed lovers.
“My Filthy Boy”
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Wtich!Ateez x reader: smut mini series!
Getting caught doing the deed with your witch boyfriend Wooyoung has somehow turned into trying his whole coven out for size... and not entirely alone either.
part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
*“739″ Sex Worker Au- Kinktober 2023
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Synopsis: with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and setting a time and place with an easy charge to your credit card. Even the more hefty kinks could be fulfilled with a professionalism that was respected, and could be addicting.
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Mingi Birthday Oneshot- idol!Mingi x reader nsfw oneshot
“PoutyShibari” - idol!Hongjoong x reader sfw ish oneshot
“Bet Gone Right”- Mingi/Wooyoung/Jongho x reader nsfw oneshot
“New Years Kiss” - idol!Seonghwa x reader nsfw oneshot
“Bad Week” - Nonidol! Yunho comfort/fluff oneshot!
“That's My Spot” - nonidol! Yunho x reader nsfw
"To The Wolves" - Rebel KHJ x afab doc reader x rebel KYS nsfw oneshot
"First Date" - gym bro San nsfw oneshot
"Little Pet" - amab reader x werewolf Yunho nsfw oneshot
"Just For Tonight" - nonidol! Mingi x afab smut one shot- #pirateadmirer event
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