Cock Thirsty Brats Are The Best Ones To Tease And Toy Around With, Every Time I Ask For Them To Beg Or

【Ｈｉｄｅ ａｎｄ Ｓｅｅｋ】

Boyfriend! Yunho x Fem! Reader 

Genre: smut

Summary: You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

W.C: 5.2k

Warnings: *possibly triggering content*,established relationship, role playing, hard/soft? dom! Yunho, sub! reader, cnc, pet names, name calling, degradation, size kink, filthy dialogue, manhandling, rope play, fingering, biting, pain kink, blood play, forced orgasm, hair pulling, praise, oral (giving), deep throating, overstimulation, brief use of the color system, rough (unprotected) sex, brief use of a gag

Author's Note: Hope you all are enjoying the spooky season 🖤 I’m literally never going to recover from the picture of Yunho I used, like are we seeing him??? Mark me down as scared and horny dhskshdj. Also, I’ll be posting the teaser for my last spooky fic on the 23rd :) Enjoy 🖤

Song Recs: Running Up That Hill by Placebo, Bound by Key, and Angel by Massive Attack

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You came home after a long day at work, unlocking the front door and slowly pushing it open with your palm, letting out a sigh. You froze for a second, noticing that every light was off inside the house, despite knowing that your boyfriend was home already. “Oh boy…” you murmured to yourself, eyes slowly adapting to the surrounding darkness. 

After kicking off your heels near the door, you walked up to the kitchen table, noticing there was a note that Yunho must have left for you. You brought it up to your face and held your phone up near it, using the light from the screen to read what he had scribbled on it. 

You have two minutes to hide :) Then I’m gonna come find you ♡ 

A small, sheepish smile formed on your face, as you tossed the note back down onto the table, a noticeable knot forming tightly inside your stomach. It was finally the night you had been looking forward to all month; the night where you and Yunho would play a little game of hide and seek, only if he caught you, he was allowed to do whatever he felt like doing to you.

To add to the excitement, Yunho never told you when he wanted to play; he only made it obvious by turning all the lights off in the house, like he had done just minutes ago. This resulted in you always coming home with butterflies in your stomach, eager to experience the game again, but never knowing when he’d initiate it. 

You set your work bag down onto the kitchen table, using two fingers to pull your hair free from the hair tie you had on. Sighing gently, you took a few extra seconds to prepare yourself mentally for what was awaiting you. 

Once you were in an appropriate headspace, you began to walk down the hallway, the tips of your fingers feeling tingly. Taking in a deep breath, you quietly made your way up the stairs, only stopping when you made it to the banister. You looked down at your phone, realizing a minute had already gone by. 

“Shit…” you whispered to yourself, eyes darting back and forth between the left and right side of the hallway, wondering which way you should go. Hearing what sounded like the garage door opening and closing, you quickly scampered down the left side and into your shared bedroom, which was located at the very end of the hall. 

“Okay, where to hide?” You looked at the bathroom door, shaking your head almost immediately. The bathroom was too confined; you would be instantly cornered if you hid there. Looking towards your bed, you briefly wondered if hiding under it was the way to go. No, it’d take too long to maneuver yourself out from under there, once he found you. 

Your breath got caught inside your throat when you started hearing a creaking sound coming from the staircase down the hall, sending your brain into full-blown panic mode. Your nervous gaze settled on your closet, your legs moving in its direction, before you had even fully made up your mind. Quietly sliding the right side of the closet open, you slipped inside, opting to hide in the far left corner, once you had shut the closet behind you. You moved some boxes in front of you and pushed yourself up against the cool wall, your heart beating wildly inside your chest. 

Sure, you were frightened, but not truly; you weren’t in any real danger. It was just a simulated version of it, but sometimes Yunho was very capable of making you question the situation. You loved this, however, and he did as well; it allowed you to bring some excitement into your otherwise mundane lives. 

“Is my angel hiding somewhere over here?” you heard Yunho say in a low, calculated voice, your fingers unconsciously gripping the carpet below you. The volume of his voice was somewhat muffled, so you assumed that he was still somewhere in the hall. 

Yunho suddenly kicked the office door open, the impact of his foot hitting the door making you jump. He scanned the room thoroughly with his dark eyes, sighing softly when he didn’t see you. “Not here…” he murmured, sounding disappointed. He eventually found his way into your shared bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, standing there silently for a minute.

Sensing his presence inside the room, you tried to make your body appear as small as possible, bringing your knees up to your chest and holding your legs securely in place. You could hear your boyfriend take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“I bet your pussy is already soaking wet for me, angel,” he exhaled, leaning one hand on the bathroom door frame he was standing near, peering inside to see if you were dumb enough to hide in there. “I know how much you love playing hide and seek with me.” 

You let out a barely audible sigh, before quietly slamming a hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from making any more pleased noises in response to his words. You sat there for a moment, waiting to see if Yunho had heard you. Your body eventually relaxed, when you didn’t hear him respond verbally or physically. You internally gave yourself praise, proud of yourself for being able to mask the sounds that so desperately wanted to escape your mouth. However, this mini celebration of yours didn’t last very long. 

You almost jumped out of your skin when the right side of the closet came flying open, Yunho's large frame coming into view. He placed one of his hands on the edge of the wall and the other on the opened closet door, slowly leaning his body into the space you were in, quietly admiring your frightened, doe-like eyes. “Found you,” he said, in an almost melodic tone, giving you an ominous smile. 

You stayed completely still initially, feeling your heart stop beating for a split-second. He was almost too good at appearing like he was a psychopath, but you knew that he was just very enthusiastic when it came to roleplaying. Yunho always made sure to stay in character during these interactions and you loved it; you couldn’t have asked for a better partner. 

“D-don’t even think about touching me,” you murmured in a small voice, maintaining eye contact with him, as your fingers gingerly slid in between the left side closet door and the door frame. Your eyes narrowed with feigned anger, your lips forming a small scowl. “I’m serious, Yunho!” 

A dark chuckle erupted from Yunho’s throat, his fingers wrapping around the jute rope that he was holding, his hands closing into fists around the rough material. He then spread his hands apart, causing the rope to be stretched. 

This action alone sent heat straight to your core, your legs involuntarily pressing against one another. You gritted your teeth, trying not to let him see how truly excited you were about the situation. “I’m not joking! Fuck. Off.” 

Another pleased laugh escaped past Yunho’s lips, this one being more light and airy, almost like he had just been told a joke. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and sighed, his joyous expression suddenly melting away and being replaced with an eerily neutral one.

“It’s so amusing to me that you believe you have any sort of authority in this situation, angel. You’re simply my prey, my play thing, my little toy, that I'll use, abuse, and fill up with my cum,” he stated, his eyes devoid of any compassion, and instead filled with fervid lust. 

You swallowed harshly, already feeling your wetness soak through your thin panties. You remained quiet, unable to come up with a response, aside from just looking up at him with wide eyes. For what seemed like forever, the two of you just stared back at one another, waiting for either one of you to make some sort of move. 

“Come here, angel,” was all that Yunho said, as he suddenly pushed his way into the closet, reaching for your leg to grab it. 

You quickly opened your side of the closet, scrambling out of it and out onto the floor of your bedroom. Breathing heavily, from the adrenaline already coursing through your veins, you jumped up onto your feet and started sprinting down the second-story hallway. You heard a satisfied laugh echo from the bedroom, your successful escape plan clearly bringing Yunho some kind of fulfillment. 

Just as you looked past your shoulder to catch sight of Yunho’s tall figure appearing outside of the bedroom door, you suddenly felt your foot sliding across the slick wood flooring you were running on, causing you to lose your footing. “Shit!” you gasped, unable to regain your balance and, in turn, instantly falling on your ass. 

The loud, rapidly increasing footsteps heading in your direction threatened to stop your heart permanently. You let out a small cry of fear, reaching up to grab the edge of the banister and using your momentum to propel yourself upwards. You just narrowly escaped your boyfriend’s grasp by ducking and sending yourself down the stairs at a dangerous speed, almost missing a step on the way down. 

The only sounds you could hear coming from behind you were a couple quiet giggles, as well as the occasional call of your nickname. You ignored his attempts at freaking you out further, solely focusing on getting to the front door. If you did so, that would mean you had finally won the game for the first time. Even though the two of you had played countless times, you could never seem to win, due to how much faster and stronger Yunho was than you. Not to mention, how much larger. Something about him being 6’1 and running towards you at a rapid speed with a smile plastered on his face always sent fear and arousal straight into you, without fail. 

“Angelllll, stop running from me! Let me play with you!” he shouted after you, fast-walking down the first five steps of the staircase, before easily jumping past the last five, his feet landing on the wood floor with a thud. 

You let out an involuntary scream, running towards the front door, as fast as your legs could carry you. Just as your hand reached out for the door handle, you felt all the air inside your lungs suddenly disappear. Your boyfriend’s sturdy body had made a rough impact with your significantly more delicate one, his large hands grabbing the back of your shoulders and shoving you chest-first into the front door, your head hitting the door, causing a dizzying sensation to overcome your senses.  

“Caught you…” he exhaled, near the side of your upper jaw, tongue flicking out of his mouth to drag up the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. “Now, it’s finally time for the fun part.” 

Once Yunho had stripped your top half, he wasted no time to tie you up, so that your arms were held taut behind your back. He also made sure that the rope was wrapped securely both above and underneath your breasts, as well as in between. He was quite experienced with this sort of thing, so he knew how tight he wanted certain sections of the rope to be, as well as how loose other areas should remain, so that it didn’t cut off your circulation and make your body go numb.

“Mmm, my beautiful angel, all tied up just for me…” he sighed, running a finger down the knotted sections of the rope, admiring his work. It was an art, in itself. He felt the same way about your body; he loved observing your skin, as it slowly grew more visibly irritated and tender over time, the way your breasts would become swollen and sensitive the longer you were tied up, but his favorite thing was how you had to hide your rope burns with long-sleeved shirts, before you went to work the next morning. Everything about this dynamic that you shared together never failed to turn him on immensely. 

“P-please let me go…” you murmured, turning your head, so that you could look up at him with pleading eyes. You made a small squeaking sound when Yunho responded by grabbing the back of your head and pressing it against the cold wood of the door, his free hand finding its way down to your work skirt and pulling it down in one swift motion. 

“I’ll let you go when I’m done using you,” he murmured against your ear, letting go of your head and hooking his fingers into the material of your pantyhose around your ass and crotch area, before tearing them open, without a second thought. He groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, instantly grabbing the thin material and ripping it off of you as well, tossing them onto the nearby couch.

You moaned in response, feeling a significant amount of wetness begin to leak out of you and down your inner thighs. Biting your lip, you desperately squeezed your legs together to prevent more from coming out. 

“P-please, stop! I’m begging you!” 

Yunho earned another moan from you when he kicked the insides of your ankles, forcing your legs to spread open for him. “You thought you could hide your wet little cunt from me? You’re so precious, angel,” he chuckled lightly, petting your hair in an oddly gentle fashion. 

You were about to answer with something bratty when you felt your breath get caught inside your throat, due to feeling the overwhelming sensation of Yunho’s long fingers pushing deep into your pussy. You squirmed around helplessly, as he began pumping them in and out of you, at an alarming pace. “Oh my fucking god!” you cried out, unable to hold back the constant need to whine and whimper. “Yunho…ple-aseee…!”

“Please, what?”  he questioned, adding a third digit inside you, chuckling when you only answered with another moan. “My poor little angel…you’re so much of a cock-hungry little whore that you’ve already lost your ability to form basic sentences…” He grabbed one of your hips roughly with one hand, forcing you to arch your back to a certain extent, allowing his fingers to reach your g-spot with ease. 

“A-aah! Fuck!” you cried out, the muscles in your upper legs tightening in response to the sudden increase of pleasure you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut.

“That’s it…That’s the spot, huh? You like it right there, baby?”

Yunho pounded his fingers into you, his body pressing heavily against yours. He whispered more obscenities directly into your ear, pulling it roughly with his teeth afterward, earning a small whine from your parted lips. 

“That’s my good girl…”

When he tilted your head in his direction, so that he could see how euphoric your expression was and how beautiful you looked in general, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bite you. He did so, without any hesitation, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck. 

“F-uuck!” you choked out, feeling your blood begin to trickle down your neck. You cried out again when he bit into your shoulder this time, even harder than before. “Yunho! Oh my god, Yunho!” Your eyes rolled back into your head, the pain almost too overwhelming, but still just as pleasurable as it was being finger-fucked by him. 

“Fuuuck, I love hearing you cry out my name like that, baby…It makes me want to bite you again and again…” 

Once Yunho felt your pussy tighten significantly around his fingers, he grunted, shoving them as deep as he could and sliding them almost all the way out, before repeating the cycle. “Yeah, that’s it…” 

This almost drove you to the brink of insanity; your head was pounding from the intense stinging sensation of your wounds, as well as from the dizzying amount of pleasure you were overcome with. “Yun…ho…” you exhaled, a bit of drool escaping your mouth. 

“Are you gonna cum, angel? Hmm? Are you gonna cum just from being bitten? Or from the way I’m fucking you with just my fingers?” 

“B-both,” you whimpered, looking back at him through your peripheral vision. Feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your high, you almost didn’t realize when Yunho had sunk his teeth into the other side of your neck, feeling him bite down hard enough, so that you felt a lightning bolt of pain inside your head. 

“Fuck!“ you yelled, the combination of his rapidly moving fingers and teeth slicing into your flesh proving to be too lethal, immediately bringing you to orgasm. 

Yunho pulled his fingers out of your pulsing hole and brought them around your shoulder up to your trembling lips, sliding them into your mouth. 

“Suck them clean, angel.” 

You closed your eyes, your mouth closing around his fingers and sucking on them just as he asked, only to gasp on them, when you felt Yunho’s tongue lapping at the remaining blood left on your neck and shoulder where he had bitten you. 

“Mmmn…” he mumbled, pulling away from your neck and licking his lips, just as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your body back into his, caressing the side of your jaw lightly. Without another word, he slammed his lips against yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, making you taste an overwhelming amount of iron. 

You struggled against him, trying to do your best to free your body from its restraints, but failing miserably, not that you really wanted to escape. You just loved playing the part.

 “Mm..! Mm-mmm!” you reacted, feeling Yunho’s large hands grope your body up to your secured breasts, squeezing them as roughly as he could, prior to pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. 

He chuckled into your mouth, pleased with how you were responding, using the tip of his fingers to roll around your nipples, just before flicking them as hard as he could a few times in a row. 

“Y-Yunho…” you murmured softly, just as he broke the kiss and pulled away. You could barely function at this point and he wasn’t even close to being done with you. It frightened you, but not nearly as much as it turned you on. 

“Angel.” Your boyfriend ran a finger down your back and along one of your bound forearms, informing you, “I think it’s time for you to show me what that pretty little mouth of yours is capable of.” 

Within a few moments, Yunho had placed you down on the leather sofa, so that you were laying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the elongated arm rest, a large pillow being positioned underneath your body to prevent you from straining any muscles. 

You studied Yunho from below, watching as he hastily pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his large, throbbing cock. “Holy fuck…” you mumbled to yourself, as a few drops of pre-cum fell from the tip of his erection, landing on your cheek and slowly rolling down it. 

Yunho’s lips curled into a gratified smirk, always loving when you fed his ego. “You act like you don’t see my cock every day, angel. Or do you just love it that much? I bet you daydream about it all day at work, don’t you?” He reached down to gather up the pre-cum with his thumb and rubbed it all over your lips, letting out a sigh. 

“Of course I do…You know how much I love worshiping your cock, Yuyu,” you purred, feeling pleased when you saw how his smirk turned into a lewd smile, very aware of how much he loved it when you called him by his nickname. 

“Then show me how much you love it, angel,” Yunho requested, holding his dick near your mouth, immediately drawing in a sudden breath, when he felt your tongue teasingly swipe over the slit. 

“Then hurry up and shove your cock down my throat, Yuyu,” you responded in an impatient tone, prior to opening your mouth as wide as you possibly could.

Yunho’s dark irises instantly dilated upon hearing your bold words, prompting him to push most of his length into your mouth, the tip of his dick sliding past the entrance of your throat. “Angelllll, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his long fingers holding your neck from either side, making sure to apply some pressure, but not enough to hurt you. “So, so pretty.” 

“M-mmmnn…” you moaned around him, carefully drawing in air through your nose and slowly relaxing your throat, so that you could take him, without any issues.

Yunho gazed down at you, waiting for you to adjust to his large size. Once you had done so, he began pumping himself in and out of your mouth, groaning deeply when he felt your moans vibrating around his member. 

“Fffffuck, I can never-unhh-get tired of this. I love fucking your tight little throat, angel…” he exhaled somewhat shakily, unconsciously speeding up his movements, instinctively wanting to increase the amount of pleasure he was feeling as soon as possible. 

Your eyes were beginning to roll back behind your closing eyelids, the sensation of being throat-fucked in such a lewd position proving to be too pleasurable for you to keep a proper grasp over your facial expressions. Your tingly arms and hands twitched beneath your back, desperately wanting to escape, so that you could touch yourself, in order to ease the throbbing you felt between your legs. 

Yunho let out a long groan, noticing the small puddle of arousal soaking into the couch near where your legs were spread open, commenting, “Something tells me that you’re loving this just as much as I am, angel…You just love being a good little cocksleeve for me, huh?” He suddenly looked down towards your neck, instantly distracted. “Fuck, would you look at that…” he breathed, admiring the way his cock looked moving in and out of your throat, his eyes zoning in on the outline of it. 

You squeezed your legs together, the aching you felt inside your core being almost unbearable at this point, causing you to groan a bit around his cock, knowing you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“What’s wrong, angel? Do you want me to touch you? Is that it? Cumming once wasn’t enough for you?” he questioned in a low voice, leaning forward onto the couch a bit, so that he could shove himself further into your throat and at a faster rate, without requiring as much hip movement as it previously did. “What a needy little slut you are…” 

“Mmm-hmm…!” you moaned, wondering if Yunho could even understand you over the constant squelching sounds of his cock going into your throat over and over again.

“Mm, since you're being such a good girl for me, I’ll help you out, okay?” Yunho used his core strength to lean down over you a bit further, reaching his hand down to your already-soaked pussy, using his middle and ring finger to rub rapidly against your swollen clit. 

“Mmmmn!” Your back arched almost instantly, so fast and so abrupt, that it hurt your spine. Feeling his fingers push down harder against your clit and move in a side-to-side motion, you knew that your orgasm was already imminent, as was Yunho’s, considering the way his cock was throbbing inside your throat. 

“Mmm, look at you…that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Yunho sighed, gripping the side of the couch with one free hand, shoving his cock relentlessly into your throat and admiring the way your spit was consistently dripping from your lips and slowly sliding up your face, then into your already-damp hair. “Fucking take it…take this cock…” 

You couldn’t handle it anymore; Yunho’s filthy mouth and actions had finally taken their toll on you, causing you to reach your second orgasm. “Mmmfff…!” You bucked your hips up against Yunho’s hand, as cum spilled out of your hole and onto the couch below you. 

“Good girl…I want to see that again,” Yunho observed, placing his fingers back down onto your pulsing clit and rubbing it rapidly once more, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. 

You let out a consistent flow of muffled moans, your lower half twitching periodically, due to Yunho’s unfaltering hand movements. Within a few moments, you came again, this time harder than before, causing the edges of your vision to blur temporarily. 

“My pretty little angel…I bet that felt nice, didn’t it? You know what else will feel nice?” Yunho started, both hands going back to your neck and holding it securely, as he rammed his cock down your throat at a brutal pace. “My cum shooting down your slutty-aah-little-unh-throat! Don’t you want it, angel? Don’t you want my cum?”

You couldn’t even respond at this point; how could you? Your mouth was occupied and your body was bound. The only thing you could do was moan weakly a few times around Yunho’s cock, knowing he probably couldn’t even hear you over the sound of his groans and the sinful sounds coming from your throat. 

“Oh, godddd, I’m gonna fucking cum…” Yunho announced in a strangled voice, suddenly stopping his movements and holding you in place, just in time for hot ropes of cum to pour down your throat, forcing you to swallow it, so that you didn’t choke. “Mmhmm…drink it all, baby…Show me how much you love this cock…” 

You did just as he asked of you, drinking down his slightly bitter release in gulps, until there was no more left. Your body rested against the pillow you were laying on, feeling drained of your energy, but still having the motivation to continue your roleplay. 

Yunho pulled out of your mouth and wiped the tip of his cock on your swollen lips, sighing softly. “What color are you, angel?” he questioned, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Green,” you replied confidently, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile, just before he grabbed you by the shoulders and laid you down the other way, so that you were on your stomach with your head down and your ass up in the air. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Yunho responded, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips from both sides, squeezing them roughly. “You ready for this cock, baby?” 

“Yes, now give it to me!” 

Your eager response sent Yunho back into a darker mindset, already shoving his throbbing length into your tight hole, groaning when he bottomed out right away. “Ffffuck, my baby’s always so tight…” he mused, letting out a small satisfied laugh, before he began slamming himself in and out of you at a brutal pace, right out of the gate.

“Jesus, fuck!” you choked, your voice cracking unintentionally, almost feeling dizzy from the way Yunho was fucking you. Your body went completely lax against the couch cushion, feeling more drool leaking out past your lips, your fingers twitching slightly behind your back.  

“Oh my goddd, just look at you taking it like a good little whore…You love it, don’t you?” Yunho lowered himself and laid directly on your back, his arms moving past either side of you and resting down on the couch cushion, his body heavy against yours. “You like being my little fuckdoll, baby?” he asked against your earlobe, his harsh breaths sending shivers down your spine. 

You nodded your head weakly, barely able to focus on what Yunho was saying, due to the waves of fire that were ripping through your body, threatening to send you over the edge. You abruptly gritted your teeth when you felt him pounding into you even harder than before, if that was possible. Your hands formed into fists, feeling like you were genuinely going to lose it, thanks to the mind-breaking amount of pleasure that was flooding your brain and body. “W-wait, no more! It’s-aaah-too much, Yuyu! Please…! I’m gonna go fucking crazy!” 

Your boyfriend let out a dark chuckle, reaching for your panties that were crumbled up on the couch and grabbing them, muttering, “Sorry, angel. You’re gonna have to be a good girl and take it.” Before you could protest, Yunho shoved your panties into your mouth, in such a rough manner, that you gagged around the thin lacy material. 

You instinctively tried to move your arms, letting out a muffled whine, knowing you had absolutely no control over the situation. This only served to increase the intensity of your high, encouraging you to unravel completely, feeling Yunho fucking your abudant wetness out of you, and, in turn, hearing him groan loudly above you.

“You just came, didn’t you, angel?” he questioned, in between breaths, finding it amusing that you couldn’t even answer him, causing him to let out an airy, pleased chuckle. “My beautiful little rope bunny…Both of your holes stuffed with my cock and your own ripped panties…Oh my goddd, I think I’m gonna cum….!” Getting himself worked up with his own words, in addition to your pussy constricting around his length like a vice, he let out a long, strangled moan, his cum spilling out deep inside you. However, he continued to thrust into you, refusing to stop, until your pussy milked him completely dry. “Ahhh, goddd…baby…take it allll…” 

You moaned around the makeshift gag, along with Yunho, your thighs trembling from the overwhelmingly warm and comforting sensation you felt within your core, letting you stay in a state of pure euphoria for a significant amount of time. “Mmmfff…” 

After the both of you had finally come down, Yunho took his time untying you, and in turn, admiring the rope burns littered around your skin, running his fingers along some of them, sending shivers up your spine. “So pretty…” he murmured to himself, before pulling you up and into his arms, relaxing his body against the couch. “You did so well for me, angel.” He kissed your forehead and your temple a few times, mumbling onto your skin, “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him as tightly as you possibly could, replying, “I’m more than okay, Yuyu. I couldn’t be better.” Hearing Yunho’s sigh of approval, you opted to stay in his arms for a prolonged amount of time, enjoying his warmth. 

“Yuyu?” you eventually spoke up, something on your mind.

“Yeah?”

You pulled back slightly, so that you could look up at him, a small mischievous smile on your face. “Do you think you can dress up as Ghostface next time?” You patted his shoulder a couple times, out of excitement. “Oh, and call me on the phone when I get off of work and ask me what my favorite scary movie is!”

He smiled at you, nodding his head and rubbing your back in gentle circles, wondering how you could be so cute. “Of course I can, angel.” 

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape, as if you had another idea, your smile becoming brighter. “And Michael Myers after that!”

Yunho reeled back, his eyebrows raising up. “Angel,” he started, letting out a surprised chuckle, shaking his head. “Really? Michael Myers?” 

You got defensive almost immediately, holding up an accusative finger in his direction, your eyes narrowing. 

“Don’t you fucking judge me!” 

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Ohhh my god dilf Chan......... hard working responsible Chan with an adorable little toddler boy who wants to be just like daddy, doing his homework and coloring in apples on the floor next to Chan's desk while he mixes tracks and produces banger after banger, wanting to work as hard as his dad does. His kid copies everything he does. Chan pauses to get coffee, junior is following at his heels, pulling an apple juice or banana milk from the fridge. Chan sighs and puts his hands on his face while he tries to figure out this bass riff, kiddo sighs and puts his hands on his face while he tries to figure out how many sides a triangle has.

And of course he needs a babysitter. He works long hours and can only do so much from home, so you're there to fill in the gaps when his kid isn't kicking ass at preschool and Chan is still at the office, so to speak. As much as he would hate to admit this, he really has had his eye on you for a while. There's just something about how good you are with his kid, how much he loves having you over, frequently asking Chan if you can come with them for errands and outings. Chan is fighting with everything he has not to see you as more than his son's babysitter, especially since he knows his kid already does and is probably more attached to you than a kid should be to some babysitter. Probably because you're much, much more than some babysitter, your practically his kid's mother at this point. You know as much about him as Chan does, and are equally equipped to take care of him, and that maternal instinct you get makes something hot and heavy and intense stir in Chan's stomach.

It's so late at night when he gets back, and raining too. You figure Chan will walk you to your car like he always does, but this time he insists you spend the night. It's late and dark and raining and that's just the final straw for him, what kind of man would he be if he let you drive all the way home in those conditions? You can't turn him down, or maybe you don't want to. It wouldn't be the first time you've spent the night, but it would be the first time with him home. He's made up his mind and it makes you squirm a little. You never expected to love this job so much, but Chan is so stupid hot and he pays you really well, and his kid is sweet and well behaved on top of that?? This is the best job you've probably ever had, so you relent. He watches you fold, laughing nervously and not meeting his eye until you agree. If you knew the things he was thinking about you right now...

You find out just what he’s thinking about you soon when you find yourself folded up in his bed, climbing over you and caging you in with his muscular body. He's been so busy, he can't even remember the last time he got to sink his massive cock into a tight warm drippy cunt, especially one as cute as yours. He has you pinned down nice and tight as he stretches you open, moaning into your mouth. He fucks you so deep, so hungry for the way you squeeze him, strangling his cock, making him feel things he hasn't felt in ages. He babbles praise and thank yous studded with moans in between strings of curses. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. From the second he popped the tip into your soft wet folds he knows he's not letting you go anywhere. And this is certainly not the last time he'll have you screaming daddy.

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader  

themes: royal au, angst, attempted suicide, physical abuse, a lot of blood, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 404 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction.

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

No one outside the castle, except San's parents, knew what was going on. Everyone assumed that San and ____ were happily married. Not even Chaeryeong nor Xiaoting knew anything. ___ was too scared to say anything to anyone, being afraid of what San and Harin were capable of and now that San was king, she was more scared. 

Living with San for 3 years was a nightmare. Every night for the past year, she could hear the things going on in San’s room, having her room next to his. If they were not at it, they would be torturing her. Whenever San or Harin had a bad day, the 2 of them would team up to beat her. ___ would always end up crying by herself on her bed, body in pain. She would always tend to the wounds herself and every morning, she would wake up early to cover the marks.

Over time, ____ started feeling helpless, she was always in a state of depression and fear. She wouldn’t leave her room unless San or Harin called for her. She was scared to disobey. She felt depressed. She spent most of her time crying and hardly ate anything. 

One specific night, Harin suggested using a weapon to add to the torture. So, San drew out his sword and slit her arms. The cuts left were deep enough to draw blood… A LOT of blood, it kept flowing out and it left a searing pain in her arms. She screamed in agony as more and more blood dribbled down her arm. San picked her up by the same arm making her scream in pain.

“Shut the fuck up, fucking bitch” he warned in a threatening tone before throwing her on the floor.

“Sannie, enough…” Harin whined from San’s bed.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I need you now..” She continued whining.

“Ok sweetie,” San replied to her with a smile.

Making sure no one was outside, San dragged ____ to her room. Making sure not to leave a trail of blood, he threw her on the floor before slamming the door shut. For a while, she sat on the floor crying and crying blood still dribbling down her arm, staining the once perfect white carpet.

Then an idea came into her head. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take the abuse. She was tired and she just wanted to sleep… forever…

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✦ ATEEZ as little things they'd do in a relationship ✦

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Warnings: Fluff, mentions of medicines, a bit but like not super important afab reader in hongjoong but is an easily skippable paragraph, risk of cuteness overload, talk of different heights in San's but all types included, anxiety and panic attacks in Mingi's.

❉ Hongjoong

Carrying a little case with your medicines/sanitary products

It doesn't matter whether you are sick or you are not, he once was with you when you had a terrible headache and had nothing on him to help you so he had no other choice than (or as he likes to call it: punished by some power above) to see you, his partner, a.k.a the love of his life, suffer from an horrible headache to the point where he had to rush out your apartment to the nearest pharmacy and ask the doctor for some headache painkillers then rush back to give them to you and just rest by your side in the middle of the darkness in your room hoping for the meds to do something.

So, after that emotionally dreadful night (for him), he settled to the idea to never again let you go through any pain if can have the means to stop it. Since then always having a small case (originally meant in the market for makeup supplies but everyone can use them as they want) with different pills for different pains you may be prone of, be it a headache, a stomachache, muscle ache, anything, along with some medicines for flu, allergies, food sickness, motion sickness, etc. To what he actually found it very useful for when him or any member get any type of pain or illness.

If you are not fond of pills or are unable to take a pill he will either carry in the case a pill grinder or the liquid/syrup alternative to the original pill so you won't struggle. Also, in case you suffer from some chronic illness don't dare to think he didn't count on that, carrying your medicines around along with alarms for each of it or the ones you are supposed to take in case an episode, be it pills syrup, an injectable, some epinephrine in an epipen, an asthma pump, insulin injections or whatever you may need, he WILL have it, if he runs out of it, Hongjoong WILL get more asap.

"What? You expect me to just sit around you when you are like this, in pain/during an episode? Na-ah, love, I'm here for you, yes, but I want to be useful too and make you feel better if I can. And I can." He will answer the first time he used a medicine of the case for you, handing you the medicine almost immediately after you mention the tad bit of

Also, if you were born with female reproductive organs and have a period, you bet he will have in the case at least two pads, panty liners and tampons (if you use) in the case, not wanting you to feel uncomfy bc you had your period while being with him on a date or at the dorms, don't worry, he has you covered (after, meticulously and discreetly looking through your bathroom drawers and taking note of the product you use to know what he gets will be functional and most of all, comfortable to you). Along with the painkillers that work best for your ovulation pains or cramps, if you get them.

Basically, Hongjoong carries around a mini-portable drugstore because he loves you so much he is not risking you (or him) being sick, or in pain, or uncomfy when what you are supposed to be doing, wherever you two go to, be it a date or just quality time, when he can obviously make it stop by being prepared, hating to see you in any type of upset/sulky mood. You very much expect phrases and moments like:

"You want a medicine? I have some headache painkillers..."

"You feel nauseous? I have a packet of Alka-Seltzer here somewhere if you want some?"

"Your sugar levels are high? Here, have some insulin."

"It's time for your medicines, love."

He's so cute, omg.

REST OF THE MEMBERS UNDER THE GAP

❉ Seonghwa

Calling you each night he's away

He wants, he can, so he will.

Ever since you and Seonghwa went to live together to a shared apartment it became a habit for the both of you to have a little chat before actually going to sleep, talk about your day while doing each of yours night-time skin care routines, planning out your next date or your next roadtrip on his soon free day while cooking dinner together or just eating some take out from a restaurant near. Just talking to each other about random or normal thing puts both of you at ease and made you sleep better throught out the night.

It was just how you both liked it, what you both grew to be fond of, hearing each other voice at night time and unstressing with calm and peace at home, even if he or you arrived at midnight or before dawn from work, as the other readjusted to the presence they loved some words were exchanged. Both you and Seonghwa are very aware of how there was no way in the world to get in bed without waking the other for some sleepy and kinda coarse words before dozing off again.

So, as it came naturally along with Seonghwa's work, he often had to spend some night away from the apartment for work in other places, making it a bit less easier for the both of you to just doze off, no mattering how tired you or he were. To what he came with the solution to call you when it was near nightime. Be it that he is away for a day for a promotion far from your shared apartment or for months in a tour, he will call you every single day.

If he is staying in a place with similar or the same timezone as you he will call you when he knows both you and him are about to go to sleep, a videocall as you brush your teeth and he changes into his pajamas, talking about everything but nothing at the same time, taking the phone to the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, everywhere as long as the call goes on; making him feel closer to you, feeling like you are besides him in the bed watching the show in the TV, it makes him less homesick when he is on long trips.

If there is a significant difference between your time zone and his he will call you when your timezone is near nighttime, all in hopes to make you feel closer to him just as he does and with that helping you have a good night sleep, which he aknowledged you needed most of the time. At first, being selfless towards you he only called when he knew you were going to sleep, not even daring to call you when he needed to sleep even if that compromised him a good night of sleep, so, picking up on this selfless habit of his and after some comments from the guys about how tired Seonghwa looks when he is away from you you made it your own mission to call him when you know he is about to go to sleep, just because you felt like that was the bare minimum you should do for him in gratefulness of his calls.

And it actually took him by surprise the first couples of times (because it was like fucking 3 in the morning in Korea and you should be sleeping, he believes) but, nevertheless, making a damn zoo run by his belly in love and adoration, hearing your raspy sleepy voice on the phone wishing him a good night of sleep and paying attention to the bit of his day he is telling.

He just feels so full of love and so warm and bubbly inside, he loves you so ducking much and all he is able to think about after each call is how he was so lucky to find someone that sacrifices so much for him when he, according to himself, doesn't deserves it, to what I hope you will put your heart to change because he is just so cute, just imagine his smiley voice on the other end of the line as he wishes you goodnight.

Damn, I just made myself simp for Seonghwa.

Anyways, to what I hope was realized, Seonghwa doesn't care where and when he is, this man will take out time in his busy schedule to talk to you and listen to your day, not because its what he feels like doing but because he KNOWS its what he needs to do, is the least he fills like doing after all you do for him, because he just loves you that much.

❉ Yunho

Cuddling you while being sick

This ray of sunshine will NOT care if you have the flu, a seasonal fever, stomachache, food sick, man, you could even have Covid-19 or Influenza and he will not care (but if you ask him to take care of himself he will do so, while still taking care of you, this boys cam be very fucking clever and sneaky when he has the half of the braincell he shares with Mingi).

Anyways, as I was saying. If you are sick Yunho will take care of you as the good boyfriend he is. Helping you out with the house chores, buying you medicines, staying with you as moral support and asking Wooyoung to make some soup for you to eat for lunch or, if Woo cant, Seonghwa.

But one of the things both you and him love the most about the taking-care-of-my-sick-partner process is very much how he is always warm or cold for your convenience as if his body knows what yours need, a human AC just for you, if you feel like cuddling he is always down for it, Yunho doesn't cares that you are sick and he will very probably get sick too, he will cuddle you when you feel unwell.

He will stay with you on your bed or your couch, draping the fluffy blanket over you as he pulls you closer to his big ass body, taking advantage of his height and broad chest he will let you lay on top of him, head on his chest, hand in his as his other plays with your hair lovingly, legs intertwined together, your ear over his heart, the sound of its beating calming you and helping you doze off even if your cold was against it, your boyfriend is very much aware of the power cuddling has with you when sick.

In case you don't feel like cuddling because of the fever he will lay 30-to 40 centimeters away from you, hand taking yours and rubbing random shapes on the back of yours while occasionally telling you how even sick and at the verge of, according to you, dying, you look like an angel fallen directly from heaven, corny, yes, but you love him like that, don't you?.

Either way, he will stay there for you until you feel better, as you fall asleep he will whisper sweets nothings to you, like how cute you look with your blushed cheeks, how adorable you will look once you are all better and all the thing you two will do.

"I love you, Y/N, a lot." He whispers, a hand reaching out to caress your cheek with love and adoration, making you smile sleepily against his knuckles. Muttering an I love you back to him before dozing of against his chest, the beating of his heart against your ear soothing the way your body ached and how your stomach felt twisted and your mind tired.

The love and admiration Yunho feels for you is enough motivation for him to endure your sickness and be by your side until you are once again the person he loves to see happy, even if a week later he will be the one babied by you because he got sick too and everything in him hurts.

Now it's your turn to be the big spoon.

❉ Yeosang

Leaving post-its notes everywhere for you to find during the day

Because of his work he often has to leave before you even wake up, so, stealing a peck from your lips, leaving a kiss on your cheek and sticking notes everywhere he would often leave your shared home.

At first it started because he felt bad after you two had a sleepover before sharing apartment, or once you moved together, the way he had to leave you alone in the bed to wake up by yourself, painfully aware that no matter how many times he said he loved you and kissed your cheek you were not aware of it, his mind abhorring the idea of just sending you a text like you two didn't spend intimate time together a couple hours away (doing you know what or not) so he, spotting the post its you had on your desk, felt it a more cute way to wave you goodbye to just leave notes fucking everywhere.

It was now an everyday occurrence, he now carried at all times a stack of colorful post-its in his pocket along a pen and every time he thought about you he would write a short sentence, a small paragraph or even something as short as "Love you" in the notes, just to save it again in his pocket.

When you woke up and felt his side of the shared bed empty you were very used to it, getting up and starting to get ready for you work/studies you grab your phone to check your messages and boom, post-it no.1 stuck to the screen of your phone.

"Have and awesome day, my love :D"

Smiling you put it in your box of Yeosang's post-its, you get up to walk to your shared bathroom, shower and once you were ready, a towel wrapped around you and grabbing your morning face wash, a mini cloud-shaped note is stuck to the bottle, there goes no.2 of today.

"U probs look really beautiful rn"

Instant laugh from you, I hope.

And like that, by the end of the day you collected three more notes.

One in your lunch bag that said "Eat well beautiful.", another in your car keys that had in red pen written "come home safe, I'm waiting for you" and lastly, one on your front door once you got home from work that shone with a shimmery blue gel pen and said "welcome home, dear <3".

Opening the door, you were welcomed with the sight of your boyfriend moving already decorated cookies from a bakery box to a plate, his back turned to you as he tried not to break any cookie, and finally, as you stood in silence behind him, he took his note block, ripping out his most recent note and sticking it next to the plate.

"Hi, love." You muttered, your hands sneaking around his waist and your eyes peaking to the flower shaped cookies and the note at its side that told "I love you.", your heart going warm instantly just as a smile crep up to your face as Yeosang passed his arm around you and brought you closer, a kiss on your temple as he left the empty box aside.

"Welcome home, honey."

❉ San

Luck forehead kisses

I actively don't know why, but I feel this man is a sucker for forehead kisses.

Like, if you are shorter than him and he has like, your forehead not too far from his mouth reach he will just leave a small peck there as he passes you by. But even if you are not that shorter, shorter or taller he will give you forehead kisses, dw. If you are like shorter than to reach this man will NOT hesitate to bend his neck while lovingly placing his hands on your cheeks or at the nape of your neck, bringing you in.

If you are taller than that, it doesn't matter if still shorter than him or if he is the short one between you two, he will either do one of these: a) grab you by the chin gently and lovingly pull your face down a bit as he stretches his neck a bit (if he can) and reach your forehead, b) place his hands on each side of your face and pulling you near him either pushing your face down and stretching his neck or full on standing on his tippy toes, or c) if you are full on taller than him he will stand on his tippy toes + stretch his neck an pull you down until you are bent over so his lips can reach your temples, but either way you are going to get a forehead kiss.

Leaving the height thing aside, as I said already, this man is a sucker for forehead kisses but why? Oh, lemme tell you.

As we all know the classic kiss on the lips is all that romantic and yeah, but I have this feeling than San doesn't like, super loves the idea of kissing you on the lips, and not because he is ashamed or anything, but more cause he prefers to have these little special moments of being able to kiss you on your lips for really longs periods of time when you both are home together and he knows himself he will not be able to survive with just a little peck and will end up wanting more, in public. So, to avoid getting to carried on kissing you he started going for little forehead kisses, because he loves them a lot too, he considers them a lot more adorable and full of a different type of love and adoration than other type of kisses.

So, taking this into consideration, be it that you or him are off to work or he has a performance in some moments or any type of scenario he need a bit of courage and calming his nerves he just walks up to you, places his hands on your face and kisses your forehead to remind you in this silent way how much he adores you as his partner and that he will do his best, taking it as a good luck charm not only for himself but for you too, never forgetting the little kiss when he knows you have something important near.

There was this time where he and the boys were performing on the MAMA's and the choreography was quite a challenge, even for the, so before going up the stage he met you backstage and left multiple kisses on your forehead, the last one lasting some seconds because, as he said, "he needed all the luck to not run out of breath before his part".

(He never told you why he thinks it brings good luck but it actually is because after one of your very first dates he said goodbye to you by leaving a kiss on your forehead a while stepping outside of your building he found a four leaved clover between the grass and some steps away there was on the sidewalk a 10 000 won bill. But shh, don't tell him I told this.

Further into the relationship the two of you had, when he planned on proposing to you, on the D-Day of his plan he spent all the morning leaving numerous kisses on your forehead, leaving you confused as he excused it that it was because of the upcoming album they had scheduled, but actually took them to mentally calm his nerves of asking you to marry him.

The calm that such a simple gesture brought to his heart seemed absurd to him sometimes, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

And don't even get me started on those times when you give him forehead kisses, man, he feels like ascending and meeting Jesus right then and there.

❉ Mingi

Holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

As we all know Mingi is actually kind of a big baby sometimes.

So, when he gets anxious he often doesn't want anyone to touch him to not try and get his senses overwhelmed, but ever since he met you he likes to distract himself from his anxiety while grabbing your hand into his and playing with your fingers and the jewelry you have on them, or gently rubbing the pad of his finger on your painted nails if you have them like that, if not, he will bend your fingers and try to make some peace signs, quite happy that you let him touch you.

At first when you two weren't in a relationship still it was actually pretty rare you were in the dorms or in a lot of the places they were two, so, you weren't actually there with him when he got panic attacks or when anxiety got the worst of him, leaving him to the boys, but once, you were over their apartment after work when they arrived and Mingi walked right over to his room, locking himself in his room without even acknowledging your presence, Yunho walking after him only to be met with a locked door.

Confused, it had to be Seonghwa the one that told you that Mingi was really anxious in the way home and probably was in the middle of a panic attack right now, but refused to have any of them over to calm him, to what you took it upon yourself to walk over to his room and knock, a small "Mingi, let me come in" leaving your lips before the door slowly unlocked, Yunho nodding for you to enter.

It is still fresh in your mind the way Mingi was curled up in the corner behind the door, avoiding your gaze by all means as you sat silently in front of him. "You need a distraction or company?" You muttered, not wanting to overwhelm him, to what Mingi said he needed quiet company. After a couple of minutes of staring at Mingi who's heart was still pounding in his ears and breathing hasn't slowed down a bit you decided to test the waters and slowly, almost as if the silence the room half was made out of thin glass, you reach out to hold his hand between yours, in a way that Mingi still swears to this day nobody had ever held him, in a way that was so delicate and light he didn't even felt bothered by it, even when his senses were painfully aware of everything that surrounded him, your light touch seemed to draw his focus out of his mind and settle it on you, right under his nose, smiling warmly at him.

It may or may not be here when Mingi developed a bit fat crush on you.

So, after you holding his hand and taking him slowly out of his panic attack, ever since then, being just friends or a couple, whenever he felt anxious his hands would unconsciously reach for yours if you were near him, fingers playing with yours, drawing on your palm or admiring your rings.

Now, this habit of him developed more when he was officially your boyfriend, now that he could hold your hand without giving an excuse, he would hold it EVERYWHERE. Especially when going out, since being in public triggers his sharp edged thoughts a lot and made him feel anxious all the time, being able to hold your hand while going out in the street just bring him down a lot, reminding himself that you are by his side.

And don't get mad at him if you don't like kinship, it just calms his anxious heart so much he feels like a whole new person :c.

BUT, if you actually don't like him holding your hand that much, dw, he will put all of him into abstaining his need and will settle with constantly brushing his fingers with yours.

❉ Wooyoung

Always kissing your hand before leaving home

Is it corny? Yes. Is it cute tho? Yes. And did it started as a joke but ended up as a habit? Also yes.

Moving on to the cute part. It actually did start as a joke, that time he spent all the morning in your apartment just in quality time by your side, be it cooking, baking, just dancing or cuddling in the couch, anything, but at around 1 p.m. he had to go to get ready for a performance they had at night in this royal concept the music show was on for the day and he had been joking to you about him being a prince and you being his princess/prince

The joke getting to the point where he even put on an act while waiting for lunch to be ready as if he was a prince, picking you, a.k.a his princess/prince, up for a ball and dancing to a slow Spanish waltz song playing from his phone after googling "valz" with the typo included.

After that day the joke kept on going for a couple of dates until it became an habit to the both of you that every time he is going to leave or sees you, without caring he saw you an hour or five days ago, before giving you a small peck in the lips or cheek he'll grab your hand between his and leave a small kiss on your knuckles. It even got to the point where even if he is just like, there, not arriving or going, will just grab your hand and leave a small kiss there before playing with your fingers and/or rings.

Like, y'all were sat in the dorm couch, San at Wooyoung's left and Hongjoong at your right, Seonghwa and Yunho on another couch, Yeosang on the floor with his back resting both your and Wooyoung's legs, and Jognho and Mingi on two puffs they have around.

The nine of you were watching a movie that just came on Netflix, fully concentrated on the TV screen when suddenly you felt a hand slip up between yours and long bony fingers intertwine with yours, Wooyoung's thumb leaving caresses over the back of it while pulling it over his lap, a few seconds before lifting it up and pressing a small kiss on your knuckles and smile, his eyes looking at his side to the small smile that crept up your lips, used to this habit.

He'll do it anywhere and everywhere, if y'all were official to the fans he'd do it on award shows, near paparazzi, in fan events, things like that, if y'all aren't official he'll still do it in the company, not caring if his near staff, other members or KQ artists, his lips will linger over the knuckles of your left hand before leaving a quick peck.

Anyways, I'm drifting off, let's suppose he leaves before you to work, this particular day he was off earlier, already in his outfits and brushed hair while you were still in your pajamas.

"Love, I'm going off to work." He announced while putting his outside shoes on. "Com'ere" He called for you, a step lower than you when you arrived, resting your hands on his shoulders as you got closer to kiss him goodbye on the lips.

"Have a good day, Woo."

"You too." He smiles, his right hand engulfing your left one to near it to his lips, kissing it rapidly with adoration and love, before letting both of them fall, his gaze locking with yours as an indescribable full-of-love look crossed his features, a smiles wide on his face. "Love you, my princess/prince/royalty."

"Love you too, honey." And with that, letting go of your hand he was off to work.

Oh.

And just imagine after he proposes to you and he gets to kiss you ring-adorned hand as your fiancé and later as your husband? Man, that habit will just fill his pride more.

And if you to get to have kids, believe me, he WILL kiss his kids on the head before going off after kissing your hand, a new habit will appear.

❉ Jongho

Carrying you to the bed

Deny this man would, go ahead, I'm waiting.

Anyways, it was past 11 p.m. when you and Jongho finished the second movie from The Lord of the Rings marathon you guys had planned together after finishing last week's marathon, yet, you had overworked yourself today at your studies/work and couldn't pass the Two Towers, falling asleep a bit before the credits came in.

You had your arms slumped around his middle since half movie, his arm around your shoulders so you could freely rest your head on his chest as both of you were laying down diagonally in the couch of your shared apartment. It was just the perfect position for you to fall asleep against his warm body.

Jongho was about to put on the third movie but noticed the empty pot of popcorn, so, as he turned his head to ask you to lift up from his chest so he could go to the kitchen he noticed your sleeping face, your right cheek mushed against his chest, causing your mouth to open a bit and silent snores leaving you, deep in your slumber.

He froze for a second, a million thought about getting you a blanket, waking you up, his need to go for more food and a bunch more thoughts crossing his mind, his eyes resting on your face with love in his expression, his heart taking the image of your peaceful dreaming state and making a zoo go through his belly as if you weren't two and a half years in your relationship. He's just so cute, like a bear.

He tried to move his arms to take you to your shared bedroom, making you shuffle against him to what Jongho stilled again, waiting for you to get deeper in your sleep so he could move you without waking you up.

He doesn't care if it took you 5 minutes or half an hour to go one step deeper in your sleep, he will stay there holding you. Once he know you won't wake up he will slowly, carefully and silently move out from your grasp, hooking an arm under your thighs and another one under your back, and he doesn't care how big or small you are, he can AND WILL carry you to your bedroom, walking in slow steps and clumsily opening the door, leaving your sleeping body over the mattress and pulling the blankets over you, taking 10 minutes to go and eat one last thing before turning everything off, making sure the apartment is closed correctly and getting ready to bed, letting you rest a bit more before slowly waking you so you could do your skincare routine and brush your teeth before finally sleeping.

Once you are both ready he would cuddle you in bed, waiting for you to sleep first before letting his eyes close, one hand holding yours lovingly and one last peck on your lips before dozing off.

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BOUNCY. - j. yunho, c. jongho (m)

➼ genre; smut ➼ pairing; yunho x fem!reader x jongho ➼ au; outlaw/mechanics!2ho, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut, some terribly unfunny mechanic jokes i’m really sorry ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 4.9k

‘Two for the price of one!’ the sign outside the shop had read, and well, you’ve never been one to pass up on a good deal.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, manual stimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, hair pulling, choking, sloppy seconds, creampie, pet names: sugar, sweets, dear & baby, dirty talk, breeding kink, name calling: bitch & slut, voyeurism & exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, dom yunho, sub reader, slight bimbofication, spit play, size kink, praise kink

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You pull up to Outlaw Customs, the repair shop that’s become something of a second home for your car, two minutes before closing. If it were anywhere else — and anyone else running the place — you would never dream of being such a terrible customer, but since you know both men inside well enough to have a working relationship outside of this little business they run, you aren’t worried about causing any issues. And, well, if you do, Yunho will surely let you know in his own snarky way.

The garage door is still wide open, with Yunho on full display at the mouth of it as he works on the vehicle that’s always parked front and center. As you cross the threshold into the garage, your eyes catch on a sign propped up outside that you hadn’t seen the last time you were here. Two for the price of one on any repairs! A scoff slips out of you as you eye it, and that noise is what pulls Yunho’s focus from his work to you.

“You didn’t tell me you were running a deal,” you whine, drawing a laugh from the man before you.

“We still gotta make money somehow, sugar!” He nods his head towards the other side of the car, where another familiar face sits on the run-down couch you gave to them when they first opened up shop down the street from your apartment complex. It was something of a trade and an icebreaker: you needed a cracked headlight patched up, and they needed some furniture to fill out the garage and make it more homey for any customers who would come and go. Jongho gets up when you come over though, simply to move from the couch to the desk chair right beside it, and you take the spot where he was just sat.

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IT'S SWEATPANTS SEASON, OH MY!

JOCK!SAN / BAND GEEK!FEM READER

⤏ synopsis: autumn has arrived; the season of pumpkin spice lattes, corn and—unfortunately for you—grey sweatpants. those pesky little things have attached themselves to your boyfriend's legs like glue, and you're having a hard time keeping your mind out of the gutter.

⤏ genre(s): drabble*, fluff, humor(??), smut, smut, smut

⤏ content: jock!san, band geek!fem reader (i know, i'm so original), you're referred to as "sweet potato" once—don't ask, just go with it, established relationship!au, college!au, non-idol!au

⤏ nsfw warning(s): dry humping, unprotected piv (it's fiction, guysss. use your rubbers and stay safe!), creampie, just lots of build up because i'm down bad for a man in grey sweatpants 🙈

⤏ note*: this content is completely fictional.

The mosaic of orange and yellow was striking below the dull blue clouds as the trees continued to shed their leaves. Your eyes swayed with the leaf you'd been watching descend its way patiently to the ground while you sat on the bench, shoulders jittering in the midst of the decreasing temperature. Your hands peeked out from the ends of your sleeves before rubbing together, the crisp morning air making your fingers tingle in the cold. You should've worn a thicker jacket, is what you mulled over in your head that you hadn't even noticed San until he enveloped his own padded jacket over you. The gust of warmth awoke you from your reverie and you hummed, meeting eyes with him when he lowered himself into a squat.

"You didn't have to come here," he said, a dimple indenting his cheek as he curled one corner of his mouth upward. After pulling the hood over your head, he tenderly brushed his thumb across your cheek. "I know you're not a morning person."

You struggled to fight a yawn until you decidedly gave in, white fog manifesting in your breath.

"I want to support you," you murmured. You were too busy blinking away your fatigue to notice how he looked on in nothing but fondness. Your conscience warped your thoughts when you scanned over the jacket engulfing your frame, your lips forming into a small pout. "Mm…aren't you going to be cold?"

San took a glance at his attire; he's only got a windbreaker left to keep him warm. Nonetheless, he shook his head and insisted he was used to practicing like this on the field. Despite wearing less than you and the flushed red on his nose and cheeks, you couldn't really tell if he felt the effect of the weather as much as you did. You couldn't fathom how he had the motivation to get up at the ass crack of dawn to run around with a ball, doing drills with his teammates while Coach Kim rapid-fired pointer after pointer without a stop to catch his breath. It truly was admirable how smiley he was at 7:00 a.m. without consuming any caffeine.

Coach Kim sauntered along the grass before he blew his whistle and commanded the team to group together. Your boyfriend looked over his shoulder before turning back to you, eyes squinting as the sun's orange glow began to blanket over the field.

"Well, gotta start soon," he observed. "Stay warm and if you're sleepy, just go back. I'm happy you're here but don't force yourself to stay. All right, Sweet Potato?"

You made a small noise of confirmation, unfazed by the odd affectionate nickname you had gotten used to over time. The heat of his palms skimmed over your ears as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before standing tall. But what you didn't anticipate—whoa—had really slapped you awake right then and there. For the mere five seconds you'd managed to capture a mental image, time felt as if it'd been stretched to hell when your boyfriend's crotch had leveled with your eyes. You hadn't realized the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and now that you've gotten a face full of…that, you're acutely aware.

You're shook to the core.

Your gaze trailed after his jogging figure, following the path up his long and toned legs to his cute little bu—okay, whoa! It's only 7:15 in the morning. You had no business indulging in these thoughts right now. Get it together.

Oh, he's facing your general direction now.

Are you staring at it too much? It's starting to feel a little warm, all of a sudden; it's the jacket, isn't it? Just how long is this going to take?

You're trapped on this bench. It hadn't even been 10 minutes since practice started and Coach Kim was rambling on about the importance of warming up while you're glued to your seat, pathetically staring at your boyfriend's dickprint while he seemingly had no idea. God, you felt like a perv. Even though he assured you that it was okay, you didn't want to just up and leave. This was a relationship built on give and take, and there were one too many times when he watched your concerts while knowing little to nothing about orchestral music.

You'll just suffer, then.

"Just fuck him."

"Lisa!" you chided, pushing three fingers against your friend's arm as she rolled her eyes.

"What?" She swirled her tongue around the glob of chocolate ice cream sitting on top of her waffle cone. "He's a hot, charming guy. Your own boyfriend makes you horny and that's supposed to be a problem now?"

"Oh, my gosh, I just…" you trailed off, eyes searching elsewhere for your thoughts. "I'm not used to being all"—you waved your hands disorientedly in front of you—"dirty…minded. He's the one who usually initiates it."

"Sex?"

"Everything physical, really," you clarified. "I just feel like if I start it, it's just going to be off—and awkward."

You sighed. "How am I going to get through this season?"

"Oh, yeah, the sweatpants; that's what's been making you a sex freak," Lisa recalled with an airy laugh. "Those things are like lingerie for guys. Especially the grey ones…oomf. 'Dicktoria's Secret' is real," she snorted.

You gave her a blank stare.

"Look, just be honest," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world—which it was. "You really think any guy is gonna find it offensive that his girl's drooling over his bulge?"

"I wasn't drooling—"

"You will be."

"Oh, my gosh."

You weren't aware that having a footballer-boyfriend automatically signed you up for three months' worth of almost nothing but sweatpants. You also didn't know how many he had stashed in his wardrobe until now—it's good to know he didn't wear the same pair everyday. But this meant he had enough pairs to flaunt his dick outline in your face whenever you were together.

Not good for your cavewoman brain.

Fingers danced along your neck and you squirmed at the intrusion, meeting eyes with San's own with your face sporting a frown. The same fingers belonged to the arm lazing comfortably around your shoulders, both of you having snuggled together into mush on his couch while you binge-watched one of your favorite shows. You whined his name in annoyance when you're kicked out of your thoughts.

He chortled. "Sorry, I just—it's Buffy and you don't even seem that into it. Is everything okay?"

Let's see: it's a Friday night. His roommate, Mingi went to visit his parents for the weekend and you're all alone with your hot, charming boyfriend™ who's clearly gone commando under his sweats. And you're supposed to be watching Buffy slay vampires…how?

"Y-Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" you stammered.

He hummed in feigned ponder, and the knowing smirk surging its way onto his lips would've sent a churn in your belly if you'd actually caught sight of it.

"You know that my eyes are up here, right?"

Your eyes snapped up in panic, and silence was the only response you had sitting on your tongue. You wanted to hide in a cave, where you could wallow in embarrassment without disturbance. Your own boyfriend had just caught you ogling his crotch like a perv.

San tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a smile at how you resembled a deer in headlights. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"

Your mouth was stuck in a battle between opening and closing as you desperately searched for the right words. With a defeated sigh, your face fell into the safety of your palms.

"This is so embarrassing," you groaned, words muffled against your hands.

"Hey," he laughed softly, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to retract your hands away from your face. "It's not a big deal"—you sighed when the light from the standing lamp washed into your eyes—"it's cute."

You gave him a funny look. "Cute," you stated, doubt laced in your tone.

"Yeah. Usually, I'm the one doing all the staring."

He scanned you up and down with a pondering pout on his lips, continuing on to ask, "It's the sweatpants, isn't it?"

"Do you have to state the obvious?" you whined.

"What? I just wanna make things clear, so I know what to wear for you," he teased. He shifted closer and smoothed a hand up your thigh. "I'll wear more for you."

If he felt the goosebumps on your skin, he didn't comment on them.

"You say it like it's lingerie," you quipped, recalling what Lisa said a few days ago. You're saying anything to distract yourself right now, but you crumbled easily whenever he touched you. And he knew it well, especially when his hand moved dangerously close to your pyjama shorts. You're not even sure if you were breathing.

"If it's gotten you like this, then I'd say it pretty much is."

He moved on to say, "I like it when you look at me like that."

Your expression was frozen. "Like what?"

San's eyes changed ever so slightly, his hand finally slipping between your squeezed thighs.

"Like you really want me."

Your thighs parted for him. "I…I do," you murmured.

"Oh, really? Where do you want me?"

"Where else?"

"I asked you first."

You made a quiet huff from your nose, looking down at his hand that's aching to pull your shorts down. "Inside"—you hesitated—"inside me. I-I would like it if we had sex…please?"

His lustful gaze turned softer, eyebrows raised high at your interesting way of words. While you, on the other hand, visibly grimaced. San found your eyes shutting tight and your nose scrunching up all too adorable, and without a doubt, he would've bitten your cheeks if he could.

With a chuffed smile, he hooked his fingers at the waistbands of your shorts and underwear, waiting for you to lift your hips. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's have the sex now."

You sulked at his incessant teasing, knowing well enough that he was purposefully expressing his words awkwardly. He laughed and assured you he would stop there, before grabbing your now half-naked body by the hips and having you straddle him. His fleece sweatpants were rough from the continuous use, giving you some nice sense of friction on your sensitive nub.

But above all that, you could feel the presence of his cock hiding beneath his pants, your pussy lips spreading the slightest on his erection. Your breath hitched as his hands made their way under your sweater, then your shirt; reposed comfortably at your hips as if they made home there. The pads of his fingers kneaded your skin as he looked up at you with expectant eyes.

"C'mon, get yourself off for me."

You waited with bated breath for nothing in particular—you'd just been momentarily distracted by his intense stare. Nodding too many times in the span of a second, you began to move your hips under the guide of his hands.

"Oh…"

There was a minor ache in your hips when he dug his fingers deeper in your skin, but you were too focused on the soft chafing of the fabric against your clit. It was getting you in the right place; so rough.

"Are you doing okay, Baby?"

You released an unstable sigh. "Y-Yeah."

He eyed the way your skin slightly folded with every move you made on his clothed cock, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. Your motions grew faster and more impatient as you yearned for his mouth against yours, falling forward before your lips touched his.

He pushed you down each time he pulled you forward, earning growingly unsteady breaths from you into his mouth. You nearly choked when he bucked his hips upward, soft moans having no chance to escape when each were engulfed by his lips. You continued to do nothing but mindlessly grind your clit on him, humping his clothed cock like you were in desperate heat.

You didn't have the mind to warn him at this moment, unable to hear anything but your own moans until you were reaching your impending climax. And soon with trembling thighs, you came. Your skin grew rampant with shivers while your mind went elsewhere for the bite of a second.

San finally spared some mercy, separating from you with a thin string of spit connecting your lips before he's splitting it with a lick from his tongue. Stealing a glance at the dark spot you left on his pants, he served you a lustful, lopsided smile.

"This is what you'll get if you're just a little more honest with me," he chuckled.

Your ears grew hot at the sight of your arousal leaving its mark, adjusting yourself with your hands on the backrest behind him. You waited a few beats to gather your words before you muttered, "Well…can I be honest with you right now?"

"Of course."

San waited with patient eyes, his stare nearly melting you into goo while he thumbed your skin again.

"I'd like to have the sex—with your penis inside me…please."

He didn't try at all to suppress amusement at how you'd poked fun at yourself, hearty laughter producing from the pit of his belly. The dimples in his cheeks emerged from hiding as he grinned and nodded while pushing his waistband down, just enough for his cock to free itself. When his laughter had settled, he pressed a peck on the tip of your nose.

"Whenever you're ready."

You grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the tip against your entrance, pausing for a moment until you began to slowly but surely, sink entirely down his length. The stretch always started as an odd pressure between your walls, but once they'd completely swallowed his dick whole, it always left you wanting more. It's a feeling you don't think you could ever give justice to, if you were ever asked to describe it. He was just so right for you.

Your body gave into him as he pulled you flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like a tightened belt. His hushed groans were made only for you, and hearing them continuously by your ear sent shivers down your spine.

"So warm," he muttered under his breath. He slid his bum further down the couch with you in his grasp and spread his legs wider. And when he was sure of the angle, he rolled his hips to meet yours, finding a steady pace with the most agonizingly unyielding thrusts. With every slam of his hips, your moans rendered into off-key whimpers as you melted under his guidance.

It felt like you were experiencing the hottest temperatures of the summer; your cheeks were burning and at moments, you felt like pushing away just from the sheer heat of your bodies entangled together.

A cuss left your boyfriend's lips when you gnawed on his shoulder, the salty tang of sweat grazing your tongue. And as if he wasn't holding onto you tightly already, he pulled you even closer as his cock rammed relentlessly, his rhythm growing sloppy when he began reaching his peak.

Your back felt like it'd been bent beyond repair as his cum coated your walls, the familiar twitching of his cock presented inside you. But he didn't stop there, he wouldn't until you came as well. And with his jaw clenched, he fucked into you like you were his toy, white rings of his own orgasm spilling with every move and making way to stain his pants.

"C'mon, Baby," he grunted. "Cum, f-fuck—cum, fucking c-cum…"

And in a few more thrusts, all you saw were specks of white among darkness. Your pussy spared no consideration on his sensitive cock and clenched as you trembled, the string of swears leaving his lips going deaf on your ears. Your limbs fell limp to pure exhaustion, despite how much you wanted to just wrap them around him like you were a koala and he was the tree. You wanted to mark your kisses all over his face but not even your lips were functioning right now as you barely managed to muster out a "thank you".

It was clear that it took a moment for San to register what you'd said, before he let out a breathy laugh. Not because he found something funny, it was just one of those laughs you got when you felt so euphoric—like getting your balls drained until you were a moaning mess; that kind of euphoric.

He kissed the top of your head, looking ahead at the TV where Buffy was still slaying vampires as usual. His dick stayed inside you, soft and relaxed in your warmth, neither of you in any rush to clean up.

"Mm…remind me to buy more of these sweats."

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader  

themes: royal au, angst, attempted suicide, physical abuse, a lot of blood, let me know if I missed anything

wc: 1279 words (i got a little carried away)

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personality. This is simply a work of fiction.

a/n: this chapter is not proofread yet, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors😭😭.  ENJOY!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

_____ wanted to bleed out. She hoped to just die. She leaned back on her cabinet, her breathing slowing down. Her vision started to blur and she started seeing stars.

I guess this is how it ends…

I’m tired…

She closed her eyes and sat there, waiting for death.

Just then she heard a whisper from the door, “your highness, I heard screaming from here just now. Is it ok if I come in?”

____ was too tired to reply.

Then the door slowly creaked open and a head popped in, “hello? Your highness.”

Then a second voice could be heard, “is she ok?”

That’s all she heard before her vision went black.

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It was Hikaru. She was walking past the hallway to the kitchen when she heard screaming. She had always been aware of the affair between San and Harin. The gossip from the other maids and her experience serving Harin for a few months prior to being assigned to ____. She was well aware of the situation ___ was going through and the abuse she would normally be put through. However, she was too scared to speak out to Jongho or any of the Royal family in fear of her own family being in possible danger, so she kept her mouth shut.

When she heard the screaming, she hid behind a wall. She heard a door open and she tilted her head out to take a peek. When she saw a bloodied ____ being dragged across the floor by San, her eyes widened in shock and her face was drained of any colour. She covered her mouth as she continued looking at how San just threw ____ on the floor before heading back to his own room. She then leaned back against the wall as San turned to her direction. Afraid of being seen, she quickly ran back the direction she came from. 

She let what she saw settle in. Sure, she had seen the effects of San and Harin’s abuse, but she never saw blood. But what she saw just now convinced her that she had to do something. A bloodied and half conscious ____ being dragged by her husband by the hair. She could only think of one person that she could tell.

Over the past years that _____ and Hikaru became friends, they also grew close to the second prince, Jongho. Hikaru was aware of the friendship between the 2 and decided that she would tell him. 

She slowly walked back and took a peek, making sure San was back in his room, before running to the library, where she was certain, would be where she would find the second prince.

As she reached the library, she pushed open the door and called for Jongho, “your highness.”

As she was catching her breath, Jongho popped up from behind a shelf to find the source of the noise.

Warning bells rang in his head as he saw a panting and frantic Hikaru. He quickly rushed to her side. “Hikaru, what happened? Is the palace on fire? Did something happen to my father or mother?” 

“____” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

“What?” 

“I saw ____ being dragged by your brother out from his own room to her room.” Hikaru explained everything from the start, from the part when the abuse started till what she had seen.

Jongho’s face went from worry to mortification. He had no idea his brother had hurt ____. Yes, he was aware of the affair going on behind ____’s back, but he was never aware of the abuse happening.

When Hikaru had explained everything, they decided to go to _____’s room to check on her.

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When they both entered the room, their mouths dropped. They stood in shock. In front of them an unconscious _____ in a pool of her own blood. The carpet was so soaked with blood that it still had a layer of blood on top of it. 

After a few seconds, the initial shock settled and they rushed to ____’s side, trying to wake her up.

“Hikaru, go call the royal medic now,” Jongho instructed.

Hikaru nodded before running to the medic’s office.

Soon, Hikaru and Sana came running in as quietly as possible, not trying to alert the people(monsters) next door. 

Sana was the best medic in the whole of Wonderland. She was known for finding cures for the rarest illness and healing injuries in record time, restoring anyone back to full health in less than a month. 

Sana quickly did what she could to treat ____ afraid of what the king, San, might do.

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_____ laid unconscious on her bed. The area where she sat still had a pool of blood and a group of maids were cleaning it up. None of the royal family had been alerted of the issue except Jongho. 

Hikaru stood by ___’s side, holding back her tears. Jongho sat beside her, staring at ___’s pale unconscious face as Sana was still taking care of ___.

Once the maids had finished cleaning, Jongho had instructed them to leave quietly.

“What’s her condition?” Jongho asked.

“She's stable for now. She’s out of danger but her mental health is at risk. I advise you to tell the king about the affair.” Sana replied.

Jongho looked at her with wide eyes, “even YOU are aware of the affair?”

“Not just the affair, the abuse as well. Ms Lee always came to me for medicine and those bruises never looked like an accident. One day, I overheard everything his highness and Ms Goo were discussing. I was going to tell the king myself, however, San had threatened me with my family and I could not risk it. So I had no choice. Sorry, your highness.” Sana explained.

Jongho dismissed Sana and continued to stare at ____. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had he been oblivious all this time? He always looked up to his brother. Sure, he never liked how he was spoiled, but San had always helped him when he was facing any sort of trouble and he always thought of his brother as an amazing person. Seeing this side of him made him sick to his stomach. 

“Let’s leave her to rest. See me in my room tomorrow morning. We’ll discuss what to tell the king. And make sure all the maids that were here keep their mouths shut. I want not a word out.” emphasising that he wanted no gossip flying around.

Hikaru nodded and bowed before leaving.

Jongho stood up, walking towards the door. Taking one last look at ____, he shut the door. When he was outside her room, he looked over to his brother’s room door. Why? How could he hurt such an amazing person? Why did he do this? Why ____? Why Harin? Questions filled his head. But he turned around and walked back to his room. He was too tired and scared to confront his older brother, despite being physically stronger, so he decided to just leave his questions unanswered. 

What he was sure of was that he wanted revenge. These past few years, he realised how much his brother had changed. The incident had opened his eyes. He had seen what his brother had become. As he grew closer to ____ and drifted from his brother, he wanted revenge. He was angry. He wanted his older brother to suffer. That was the night, he lost all respect for his brother, despite him being king. He wanted to overthrow his brother, but mistreating the queen and infidelity were considered nothing in the eyes of his father. He was at a loss.

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“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by the big bad wolf yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particular large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against the palm of your hand, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, slightly tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you replied instinctively, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy fucking slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his melanin skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your ears as he fully plunged all ten inches into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, seeing God.

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You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny cunt or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, lovebun,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else.

Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, lovebun?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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