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✨FIFTY SHADES OF PAINT – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – smut, fluffish, angsty, a bit of crack | non-idol!au, best friends!au

warnings – artist!renjun, tiktoker!reader, unprotected sex, grinding, mild spanking, marking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, temperature play (kinda? cold paint so ig), nipple piercings, nipple play, one-sided pining

word count – 17.339 words (oOP i’m so sorry)

summary – teaming up for an artsy tiktok trend with your best friend should be a fun and wholesome experience. but when it quickly turns into paint wars, you and renjun find yourselves involved in a rather messy situation, especially if your innocent video turns out going viral for all the wrong reasons.

note – so, ig i’m back. and with an actually really unnecessarily long and dramatic fic, irdk how i managed to write so much lmao. sorry for taking so long to come up with a new fic but i’m struggling –aside from writer’s block– and i haven’t been able to spend that much time actually writing. also, i’m so late, this isn’t even trendy anymore, but who cares right? this probably has a lot of mistakes so i apologize in advance. a big thanks to one of my friends, @fanficbitchwhowriteskpop​​, who helped me A LOT while writing this, both with the ideas and the editing (of the gif and the fic). iLY SIS♥️ anyway, i really hope you guys enjoy it and both the long wait and long length are worth it:’) feedback is greatly appreciated!

“so let me get this clear. you want me to paint your ass and legs to leave them imprinted on a canvas?” renjun brought the hand that was holding his brush down, turning to look at you, disturbed. “a new, perfectly clean canvas?”  

“gosh, are you even paying attention to what i’m saying?” you sighed, ready to throw hands at the boy in front of you. “i clearly remember saying asscheeks, legs and foot.”

“of course, how could i forget your foot? i’m sorry, my bad,” rolling his eyes, your best friend turned his attention back to finishing up the base of his next painting. “is that it or am i forgetting some other relevant piece of information?”

“nope, that’s basically it.”

“why would you even want to do that? it’s so much work for literally nothing,” he frowned, not getting the point of it all, “and also a waste of so much expensive, good-quality paint.”

how could people actually think this was a good idea? for fuck’s sake, we’re in the middle of a pandemic and they still go out of their way to throw money away. just like that. it really didn’t make a single bit of sense in his head.

“i already told you, it’s for a tiktok trend: the body art challenge.”

of course such a stupid idea had to come from tiktok, he thought sourly.

don’t get him wrong, though. on a normal day, renjun would be the first to slip on a tight cheerleader uniform and shake his pom poms for you while screaming at the top of his lungs the cringiest chant he could come up with on the spot. he was basically your number one fan, the most loyal friend you could have gotten yourself. and that was one of the reasons why the irritated boy in front of you was your best friend.

renjun still remembered that one time you decided you wanted to try skating for the first time.

it had all started on a summer day, the sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky when your group of friends decided to get together at the nearby skate park and enjoy the beautiful day together. per usual, renjun and you walked together, chatting cheerfully about your plans for the day, excitement running through your veins as you sped up your pace to reach the park quicker. your attention was set on renjun the whole way there, smiling happily at him as you bobbed your head at his words, until you reached your destination.

your best friend watched as your eyes sparkled at the sight of johnny and yangyang doing tricks with their new skateboards, fascination making your jaw hang open.

renjun didn’t need to take another look at your face to know this wasn’t a good idea. actually, he was certain it wasn’t going to end well for you; skating was a risky activity and you could end up hurt if you weren’t careful. but since you seemed so excited to learn, he didn’t have the heart to convince you not to. so, instead of listening to what his head was trying to tell him, he followed his heart and encouraged you to give the sport a shot. 

later that day, renjun took you to the mall to buy your first skateboard, promising to come up with an original design to personalize it so it wasn’t plain and boring. and since a promise made is a debt unpaid, he spent the next few days locked inside the art studio one of his older friends, moon taeil, owned. the boy didn’t come out of there until he had forgotten what human interaction looked like and a worthy sketch was messily drawn on a stray sheet of paper he found lying around. 

a few days later, the back of your new skateboard had pretty sunflowers painted all over the wood, delicate strokes of the brush bringing the flowers to life. although you never got to know the reason why he settled on that specific design, you were more than happy with the result. and it may or may not have had something to do with the shades of yellow, the meaning behind his last name and his secret hopes of said color reminding you of him. but renjun would never say that outloud.

unsurprisingly, you ended up with a broken arm and a couple of scars adorning your legs. quite honestly, it was a small price to pay as nothing could be compared to the wound the whole situation left in your self-esteem.

that was solid evidence that supporting even your stupidest ideas wasn’t something renjun was unused to. the difference between your usual nonsensical ideas and this body art thing you wanted his help with was, precisely, the 'art' part of it. it was the first time renjun felt you were truly willing to give art another try after years of convincing yourself it wasn’t your thing, that not everyone had the same creative vision nor passion as your talented best friend. 

but the sole thought of having to waste such a considerable amount of paint –because painting half of your body would most definitely require at least a couple of tubes of expensive paint he had just bought not even a week ago– on such a meaningless idea was making renjun cringe. 

he refused to believe people actually tried this, even less enjoyed the process.

“why do people do this anyway?”

“to give it to their partners as a gift,” you offered with a sheepish smile. “don’t say it! i know i don’t have one, okay?” you whined, cute pout on your lips, as the boy opened his mouth to state facts only, but you interrupted before he could utter a word. “i just thought it’d be fun, y’know?”

renjun quirked a well-defined brow at that, arms folded as he stared at you with an unamused look on his face. the staring contest your best friend and you were taking part in only lasted a brief moment, but it actually felt like a couple of years had gone by. breaking eye contact, he shook his head disapprovingly before taking the freshly painted canvas from the wooden easel and placing it on the table to let it dry.

“and what do you plan on doing with the big ass painting of your butt?” he questioned, carefully examining your face as he walked closer to your standing figure, looking for a reaction that could give away your true intentions. “gift it to jaehyun?”

the name of your –ex, renjun reminded himself– fuck buddy ended up sounding slightly more spiteful than he intended, but truth is, your best friend didn’t like him one bit. and the fact that despite officially dropping said label months ago you still met jaehyun from time to time to fulfill your sexual needs always managed to ruin the younger boy’s day.

naturally, being the naive person you were, you never really understood why renjun disliked the man so much. but even if your best friend's eyesight wasn’t the best –and he should probably get glasses at some point in time–, he still had it pretty clear.

jaehyun was considerably taller than renjun; he had the perfect height for you to bury your face on his chest with his strong arms around you. oh right, the man was also way stronger than tiny, lanky huang renjun; while your best friend spent hours working inside tail’s art studio, jaehyun spent the same amount of time, if not more, training at the gym. aside from that, jaehyun had undeniable good looks; silky hair, peach-colored lips, charming dimples, flawless skin, enchanting vampire-like canines and a lovely smile.

and as if that wasn’t enough, jaehyun was just the type of guy you offered your heart to. you liked attractive men who promised you the moon and the stars just to take them all away when you were only an inch away from their reach.

throughout your weird relationship with jung jaehyun, renjun was able to pick up on a lot of little details you were unaware of, and most of them raised huge red flags inside the boy’s head.

to start off, the guy was supposed to be your friend, so the minimum renjun expected from him was to actually care about you. but the asshole didn’t and wasn’t afraid of showing it. your best friend couldn’t believe how you didn’t notice the way jaehyun would only check on you whenever he wanted his dick wet. he would constantly erase himself from the face of earth just to pop up out of nowhere and pretend he was never gone. his absence was pretty evident to anyone with two perfectly working eyes. 

overall, jung jaehyun wasn’t a nice guy and was actually pretty far from being one.

for these and many other reasons, it made renjun’s blood boil to see you run back into his arms every single time with a sweet smile on your lips and your heart in hand.

thinking about all of that was making a wave of anger wash over renjun’s body for no reason… well, he did have reasons. 

you were his best friend, his favorite person in the whole world and beyond –because of course, there’s life out there even if we can’t see it yet–, so it was only natural to feel protective over you. after all, he only wanted the best for you. he did know his best friend title gave him zero rights to tell you what –or more like who– you could and couldn’t do, but it still didn’t stop the boy from feeling irked.

why couldn’t you see jaehyun wasn’t good for you? 

sometimes renjun wished you could see things from his point of view. he wished you could realize jaehyun was just using you for his own personal gain and spare yourself from heartbreak. you got easily attached to anyone who did as much as offer you a small smile in the middle of the street, and renjun had seen way too many times your heart getting broken by people who didn’t even deserve to have it in the first place. and it pained him every single time it happened, probably more than it should.

“w-what?” you blinked in confusion, face burning, “no? why would i?”

“i don’t know, why would you?” he spat defiantly, biting so hard on the inside of his cheek the skin tore under the pressure.

renjun didn’t want… no, scratch that. he wasn’t going to help if it meant that fucker was going to have a constant reminder of what your ass looked like.

no way in fucking hell.

“i just,” you sighed, “i just wanted to try it out. i don’t know what i’ll do with it yet, but i’ll figure it out later, okay? i promise,” you tried to convince him, a pleading look on your face.

in all honesty, you just wanted to do something that could potentially make renjun happy. 

sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t trying hard enough to enjoy his hobbies or at the very least share them with him; like you weren’t showing enough interest in what he was passionate about. and it hurt you, it truly did. it hurt you to see him put up with the stupidest shit just to make you happy, and the fact that renjun might feel like you couldn’t even do the same for him made you feel even worse. 

you were tired of feeling like a bad best friend. 

so when the tiktok of a random girl trying the body art challenge made its way into your ‘for you page’, you thought it somehow was a sign sent from above.

it was the perfect excuse to start engaging in activities renjun loved, in this case art, without having to admit to his face the reason behind your sudden interest in accompanying him to the art studio for the first time in a while. because that would be truly embarrassing.

an image of renjun staring blankly at you as he wondered with disappointment how could you be so dumb made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

an image of renjun staring blankly at you as he wondered with disappointment how could you be so dumb made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

“this is straight up stupid,” renjun snarled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. 

as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he shouldn’t have said them and immediately regretted being so rude to you. the disappointment flashing on your eyes as you once again tried to reason with him made his heart clench painfully. a tired sigh left your lips, mouth curving downwards as you stared at the ground, hopelessness making your chest feel heavy.

why was he being so difficult?

all the determination you had mustered before walking up to renjun’s door was beginning to tremble at the boy’s resistance and you wondered if maybe you should have just tried something else instead.

no.

you couldn’t give up that easily. you hadn’t walked all the way to the studio for nothing. you had one purpose and you weren’t backing down until you could check off ‘get your head out of your ass and be a better sister from another mister’ from your bucket list.

you had to show renjun you truly cared about your friendship, that you wanted to be a reason for him to look forward to everyday. and most importantly, you wanted your best friend to remember you fondly whenever he did the things that made a smile etch on his face and his ears warm with excitement.

you had been so excited the night before as you watched the girl from the tiktok show the end results, you needed to bring back that same lively spirit and convince renjun to give into you. so, repeating those last few words in your head, you managed to push your frustration as far back into your mind as you could. 

so, you decided to try again, this time approaching the situation with another tactic you were sure would work. 

one thing you had slowly come to know over the years as your friendship with renjun grew stronger was that he liked coming off as tough to people so nobody would pick on his short height. but you knew better than that. 

huang renjun was a complete softy on the inside. 

and you could definitely use that to your advantage. 

with a feigned gloomy look on your face and crocodile tears welling on the edges of your eyes, you clinged onto him, hugging his waist as tightly as you could while letting out tiny sniffles to soften his heart.

“but injunnie, it’s art! i thought you’d get it… you’re the artistic one, remember?” 

a hushed ‘fuck’ against the top of your head almost made your whole facade break down into pieces, so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to stifle the laughs that were starting to bubble on your chest. his body felt all warm and cozy against yours, and you couldn’t stop yourself from humming in contentment. 

you genuinely cherished moments like this one, where you found yourself wrapped in renjun’s body warmth, his arms around you as his head rested on top of yours. it felt comforting, like you were in your safespace and no one nor anything could ever hurt you while you were in the boy’s embrace.

at least one of you felt comforted.

meanwhile, being so close to you as he held you in his arms always managed to mess with his feelings. your proximity made him sick to the stomach… although that could also be the chipotle bowl he had for lunch, those beans always upset his tummy… 

but it wasn't only his stomach that reacted weirdly, his heart did too. it was like the organ had been running a marathon and was crossing the finish line, but had accidentally tripped over its feet and ended up landing face first into the ground. 

“y’know?” you mumbled, lifting your head to look at his face, and renjun hummed, turning his attention back to you… as if it hadn’t always been on you. “you smell like home.”

renjun felt his whole face heat up, the warmth making the tip of his ears turn a cute shade of red before spreading down his neck and chest. your words seemed to have also made him forget how to breathe properly because his breath suddenly became uneven.

your best friend was about to have a heart attack and you were still completely oblivious.

“were you sniffing me? what the fuck, y/n?” he pulled away with a gasp, shaking his head in disbelief.

“so what?” you shrugged, arms following his body to pull him back into you as he took a few steps back. “well, maybe. but that’s not even important. the real question here is where did you get that perfume? i wanna buy one so i can spray it over the shirt i stole from you to sleep comfy womfy once again.”

“stop it, you’re embarrassing me,” renjun whined as he swatted your hands away whenever they came too close to his body, trying to keep a space between you two.

“how can i embarrass you if there’s literally no one but us?” it was now your turn to roll your eyes. “come on,” you drew out the ‘on’ with a pout before continuing, “i just want some love.”

you don’t know what you want, renjun thought, but kept his mouth shut.

your best friend grumbled when you finally managed to engulf him in another choking-tight hug, giving up on trying to push you away. when you snuggled closer, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up in a small smile and he eventually relaxed against you, letting his arms snake around you.

he was truly a softy. but only for you.

there, as you laid your head on his shoulder, renjun thought you didn’t need to smell like home to make him feel at home. because even if you smelled like a coffee shop with your coffee and vanilla perfume, you still reminded him of you two sitting on your unmade bed with a fluffy blanket over your legs on a rainy day, a nice movie playing on the background as a cup of ramen warmed your cold noses and you talked about everything and anything.

you were home. the only home renjun wanted to come back to every day.

your tactic had turned out to be more effective than you had initially anticipated, since not only renjun but you too completely forgot everything about the petty argument over stupid ideas, tiktok and jung jaehyun. 

finally, you could breathe in peace without fearing suffocation.

as a comfortable silence fell over your mingled form, you pondered if you should try your luck and bring up the question once again. this time it seemed like renjun wasn’t going to react as harshly since you had already asked before, so it wasn’t news. and well, now you were going to really think about the way to approach the situation before opening your big mouth to not drop bombshells and catch him off guard.

“so…” you started, voice mindfully quiet, careful not to poke at the sleeping tiger between your arms. “can you, mayhaps, help me out… with the painting process?” 

patiently, you waited for your best friend’s reaction before continuing. closing your eyes and focusing all your attention on the boy’s breathing, you tried to decipher his emotions. his chest heaved with every inhale and exhale, but it never changed its rate. it always stayed steady, coming in through his nose before slipping past his parted lips and tickling your forehead.

“i know you think it’s stupid… but i thought it’d be really fun if we tried it together… like, y’know, bonding time?” you continued almost in a whisper as your arms tightened their grip around his waist.

his left arm dropped from around you and it almost made you think he was going to push you away for the tenth time up until that moment, but he didn’t. instead, renjun used his slender fingers to softly comb your hair out of your face as a deep sigh left his chest. your best friend let his fingers mindlessly toy with the strands of hair before dropping to the squishy flesh of your cheeks, drawing circles with his thumb as he thought of your words. 

the words ‘bonding time' did sound appealing, and the boy almost found himself agreeing to help just so he could have a justification to be unnecessarily close to you. if you were the one asking, who was he to deny you?

a coward. that’s what renjun was. and everyone else could tell but you.

renjun was terrified of his feelings for you. he didn't know exactly how to describe them and less so how to classify them, but he was hundred percent sure best friends weren’t supposed to feel about the other the way he did towards you. 

the boy didn’t like the way his hands turned clammy whenever you held them, or the way an overwhelming sense of happiness spread across his body at the sight of you and your pretty smile. he was terrified of the funny feelings in his stomach at the sound of your laughter and the warmth of your hand. 

renjun was so scared of what he was feeling that he had stayed up all night more times than he could remember trying to forget the smell of your coconut shampoo and your favorite flavor of gummy bears that you only shared with him. 

so rather than dealing with it like the grown man he was, he chose to be a coward and pretend those feelings weren’t there, hoping they would go away as abruptly as they had appeared.

clearing his throat as if it would help clear his mind, he poked your cheek before speaking.

“so you’re showing off your flat ass on tiktok for what, clout?” renjun questioned, brows arched in incredulity, “and you’re not even getting paid for all the hustle and bustle? i thought i raised you better than that!”

a breath you didn’t know were holding made its way past your lips and you scoffed loudly, intentionally stepping your foot over his to reach his height.

“first of all, fine. you can say my ass is flat all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that i’ve caught you countless times staring at it,” you retorted as you pointed an accusatory finger at him, a smug smirk plastered across your face. “and second of all, i will get paid for it.”

“whatever,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. “either way, we both know it won’t even be enough money to make up for all the paint wasted.”

“i’ll think of something. stop being salty about it, dude.”

renjun bickered quietly, pressing his red cheek against your forehead lovingly.

it was proving so difficult not to give into you. and he was also running out of excuses.

“can’t you ask any of your girl friends?” 

the idea of laying hands on those delicate patches of skin you wanted him to cover in paint, so close to forbidden areas, made his body tingle.

as mark twain once said, there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

and so it was getting exponentially harder for renjun not to crave what he knew was out of his reach.

you.

everytime you would turn around or bend down to pick up whatever item you had accidentally dropped, his eyes found their way to your ass. that plump, soft-looking ass of yours. that same ass that had given him some of the most awkward boners during his high school years.

sometimes he wondered if you did it on purpose, if you could tell your effect on him no matter how much he tried not to show the crimson hue covering his cheeks or his fumbling fingers.

“you’re not giving up just yet, are you?” renjun felt your head shake against his body as you were now the one trying to push him away.

“you haven’t given up on the tiktok thing either, so you can’t really blame me for trying,” he shrugged, not letting you go. he didn’t want to break the hug just yet, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms.

how he wished you could stay like this forever.

“anyway, i did. and they’re all busy,” you pouted, eyebrows scrunched in discontent. “hayoon has a date tonight with that guy from her philosophy class, jiah and miyoung are going to a party to find someone to take home tonight and iseul has plans with her new boyfriend. they forgot ‘sisters before misters’ real quick,” you sighed, “and besides, i don’t have any more friends.”

lie.

both of you knew that was totally not true. you had plenty of friends, most of them as batshit crazy as you. therefore you had plenty of options to choose from. 

so, if you had so many friends, why weren’t you asking them instead?

as if reading his mind, you narrowed your eyes, furiously shaking your head to show your complete and utter disagreement.

“hell nah, renjun, you know i can’t just ask them!”

by them, you meant your other friends. your other guy friends to be more precise.

while you two had different groups of friends in the beginning, you had managed to slowly but surely bring them together into a single, giant one of more than twenty people.

it wasn’t until you realized you had been unknowingly sharing for months two of your closest friends, donghyuck and jaemin, that renjun and you decided to actively try to merge both of the social circles together. and, before you knew it, one casual hangout at the local karaoke turned into sleepovers at chenle’s mansion and a strong friendship between the two groups.

to this day, you wondered how you hadn’t noticed renjun visiting jaemin's flat every other day or playing video games with donghyuck until ungodly hours before bumping into the three boys at an arcade you usually visited with kunhang, jisung, jungwoo, mark and lucas.

it really is a small world.

regardless of how you had met them, it was only natural you wouldn’t feel comfortable being exposed to people who weren't your girl friends. or him, for that matter. renjun himself felt pretty uncomfortable taking his shirt off in front of someone else, so he could only imagine how you would feel if you had to take your pants off under the stare of one of the guys.

either way, renjun didn’t want you to ask them either.

“alright, i guess i’ll help then” renjun agreed hesitantly and you gave his butt a few slaps to replicate clapping noises, satisfied.

his mouth fell open with shock as he finally managed to push you away. “okay, stop that. who gave you permission to touch me?”

“can i touch you?”

“n-no!” he shrieked, his high-pitched tone making you laugh.

“why not?!” you protested with a groan, “you let jaemin spank your bum bum all the time but then i can’t do the same?”

your best friend cringed at the mention of the boy’s name. you had a point though, it was true that –most of the time– jaemin had the green light to touch him as he pleased. at this point in the friendship, renjun didn’t really mind, he had come to terms with the fact that that was just how jaemin was.

the taller boy was an affectionate person by nature. skinship was his thing and it only felt natural for him to express affection and appreciation through big bear hugs, pats on the head or back, hand holding and sometimes even kisses on the cheek. and truthfully, renjun was used to it, even if sometimes he pretended to be annoyed by it. he understood people had different love languages and that was just jaemin’s. 

and so was yours.

but with you it was different. a completely different story. 

jaemin wasn’t you. and you weren’t jaemin.

“that’s different. and never say ‘bum bum’ in front of me ever again.”

“i don’t get how so, but i guess i’ll have to try again,” you sighed tiredly as if you were starting to lose your patience. “can i get your blessing to smack your fat ass as well, kind sir?”

for a millisecond, renjun wondered if you were into spanking. although you were pretty open regarding your sexual life, you had never talked to him about your kinks or your turn ons. and your best friend couldn’t deny the curiosity he felt whenever said topic was brought up on your group chat.

it was only natural to think jaehyun's kinks would rub off on you after so much time being each other's go-to booty call. after all, he did seem like the type of guy that would enjoy bending you over his lap with your skirt scrunched up above your waist and spanking your ass until your buttcheeks turned a pretty shade of red.

his lips pursed realizing jung jaehyun, once again, managed to slip into his head.

“fuck you.”

the words stumbled out of his mouth before realizing he had just given you thumbs up to annoy him further.

“whenever you’re ready, baby boy,” you winked jokingly, twirling a strand of hair in your index finger in a flirtatious manner and blowing exaggerated smooches.

the boy gulped nervously, the reddish hue returning to his cheeks as his body heated up at the suggestive pet name.

“i’m already regretting agreeing to be your friend.”

“you love me, tho.”

did he?

renjun would do anything for you. like climbing up a 23 feet tree to untangle your handmade kite to bring it back to you safe and sound. or helping you bake five hundred cookies until 4 am for a charity event at the local retirement home because you didn’t want to give the old people living there cold cookies. or sneaking out of his room on a school night during your senior year of high school to buy his monthly allowance worth of snacks for a spontaneous sleepover at yours after getting your heart broken for the first time.

no matter the time or day, he would always be there for you whenever you needed him.

so, to answer the question: yes, renjun loved you without a doubt. and in more ways than one.

but it was only that, fraternal and uniquely platonic love.

do not confuse love with love love, though. it’s not the same.

after all, best friends are supposed to love each other, right?

“what size of canvas do you need?”

his weak attempt to change the direction of the conversation was enough to distract you from his lack of response. it also bought him some time for his heart to get back to its normal rate.

“uhm,” you thought for a couple of seconds, pondering over the question, “i don’t know? i guess one big enough to fit all of my lower body.”

“you can choose the colors you wanna use while i look for one, then.”

renjun sighed anxiously as he entered the storage room filled with newly bought canvases and other art supplies to look for the right materials for your tiktok. of all the times he had been there, this was the first time he regretted ever stepping a foot on it. he felt somewhat trapped, like a wild animal locked in a cage, desperate to break free and run away. but ditching you was not an option, renjun decided as his eyes searched around the place for a window he could reach to no avail.

discarding that idea, he browsed the room. he tried to relax, breathing deeply to calm his nerves as he grabbed paint brushes, different colors of paint just in case you needed more and the right sized canvas.

you sat on the stool closest to renjun’s drying canvas, waiting patiently for your best friend to come back, with two tubes of paint by your side: a brand new tube of white paint and the black one he used previously. he didn’t dare comment on your weird choice of color as he walked out of the small room, settling with just knowing enough to help himself out of the situation. 

“here, i think this should fit,” renjun swallowed his nerves and approached you, canvas in hand.

you looked up from your phone as you heard his voice, nodding before taking the canvas out of his grip to inspect it, making sure it was big enough to fit you. of course you wouldn’t want to ruin the art studio’s materials for nothing… it was totally not because taeil would beat your ass if he found out you messed up his precious art supplies. and you were sure you couldn’t count on renjun to cover for you. he would most likely hand you over to your death himself.

humming in approval, you propped it on the easel renjun had used to paint his own canvas, preparing the area for the mess you were about to make.

pressing the red cross button on the bottom of the tiktok app, you began filming the first clip of your video, introducing the trend to your future viewers and showing the materials you were going to need to recreate the viral video you had stumbled across earlier that day. 

with his back leaning against the opposite wall, renjun admired you from his place, fingers playing with the hem of his jacket, and he almost instantly forgot why he was so nervous in the first place. 

renjun wasn’t able to stop the warm feeling from spreading across his chest at your gleaming face, and he tried to ingrain the image into his brain to recreate it on his sketchbook once he got home. he observed your little mannerisms that he always thought were cute; how you nibbled your lip in concentration, how you tilted your head to the side and slightly closed your left eye more than the other as you tried to decipher how to open the cap of the paint tube in your hand. 

a faint chuckle slipped past his lips as he let you struggle just a bit more.

once he had decided you had had enough, he pushed himself off of the wall, eyes always rooted to you as he took a seat on the stool you had previously occupied.

“lonjin, i need some assistance here,” you glanced back with a frustrated expression on your face as you heard his footsteps, tightly gripping the tube of white paint in your hand.

“seriously? now you can’t even open a cap?” your best friend teased, resting his chin on his hand. “how old are you? five?”

“okay, you just literally attacked me for no reason. no need to be so mean, you asshole,” you grunted. “remember you used to believe cold brew was actually called gold brew? ridiculous right?”

when renjun’s expression fell from his face and he let out a huff, annoyed that you were bringing up such an embarrassing memory, you knew you had won.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. now come here and open this thing for me.”

“saying ‘please’ from time to time isn’t gonna kill you. you should try it more often,” renjun mumbled, taking the aluminum container from you.

“just hurry up,” you hushed him, wanting him to open the stubborn tube of paint already.

in the blink of an eye, renjun had managed to achieve what you had spent at least ten minutes trying without any success. your mouth fell open as you stared at the white substance peeking out from the orifice of the now open tube. 

“you’re welcome.”

complaining under your breath, you walked back to the wooden easel with the tube in hand. you squeezed some paint into the canvas and used a brush you found lying somewhere around the place to spread the substance. 

stroke by stroke, the light beige color of the fabric disappeared under a layer of white, leaving behind a clean background to work with. you were surprised by how easily the brush slid from left to right with each wide flick of your wrist, and you found yourself feeling an inexplicable peace of mind the more you got into it. as you reached for more paint, you finally got to understand why renjun enjoyed art so much.

painting was extremely therapeutic. and also such a great hobby, if you were being honest.

you sighed in delight, not noticing the dumb smile and heart eyes adorning your best friend’s face. renjun could watch you paint all day long and not even one little complaint would fly out of his mouth. he wouldn’t mind either the pain on his backside from sitting still for so many hours if it meant he would get to see his favorite person and his favorite pastime in the same picture.

taking out his phone carefully, he sneakily took a photo of your concentrated state and it took all of his self control not to renew the wallpaper right then and there.

“i think i’m done with the paint.”

renjun nearly fell off his seat, startled, as your voice cut the peaceful silence that had engulfed the room. he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he was left alone with his thoughts, but he guessed it must have been a while since you seemed to be done already.

the long forgotten anxiety from before made such an abrupt return that realization of the meaning behind your words hit renjun like a bucket of cold water. as he watched you prepare your canvas, he had completely disregarded the whole point of it all. 

his fingers fidgeted nervously as you stared at him, waiting for the boy to tell you what to do next.

“we can use a blow dryer to help the paint dry faster,” renjun explained, foot anxiously tapping against the wooden floor. “or do you wanna wait? it may take a while though.” 

“i don’t think i wanna wait that long. where do you keep the blow dryer you were talking about?”

“in the blue plastic bin at the bottom left corner,” he jerked his chin to indicate the white storage shelf on your right. “there are two actually. bring them both so i can help too.”

as you looked through the contents of the box, renjun laid old newspapers on the floor to prevent any possible stains before carefully picking up your canvas and placing it in the middle of the covered area. 

you and your best friend spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the floor, using the hot air from your respective hairdryer to dry the freshly painted canvas while ‘into you’ by ariana grande played at full blast in the background. the mixed noises muffled the sound of your voices that softly followed along with the song, heads bobbing and fingers tapping to the rhythm of the music.

his nerves eased a bit as he focused on the singer’s voice instead of the thoughts intruding into his head.

once the paint was completely dry, you put away the blow dryers and left the used brush on a glass of clean water to get the paint off of it.

well shit.

it was time for the most awkward part of the whole challenge: the body painting.

“let’s get this over with quickly, shall we?” renjun let out a defeated sigh, a hand coming to ruffle his hair. “turn around.”

with an excited chirp, you obeyed, turning to face the other way before tugging down your leggings and carelessly kicking them away from you along with your shoes to avoid getting them stained with paint.

renjun sucked in a breath at the sight in front of him, gulping hard as his cheeks flushed a bright pink color. your plush ass, on full display, looked as soft as ever, and he had to restrain himself from squeezing a cheek in his hand. the pretty black thong barely covering your sensitive parts from his prying eyes was not helping his situation either, but only making him dizzy.

stop, that’s your best friend for goodness sake, renjun tried to remind himself.

you were his annoying, loudmouth best friend. the same person he had seen bawl their eyes out to coco, only having watched the last ten minutes of the movie; the same person he had seen blackout drunk, sprawled all over the floor as they chatted with a plant; the same person he had to take care of after eating spoiled food for a stupid dare in high school.

shit, this was so wrong. 

of all people, renjun was the one supposed to see you for more than just an attractive individual, to turn blind eye to your obvious pretty face and sweet personality and pretend it didn’t make his breath falter and his heart quicken.

“dude, what are you waiting for? the room is cold as fuck and i’m literally freezing to death,” you whined, furrowing your eyebrows. your legs were starting to feel numb and you were already ready to get back into your pants.

renjun reached for the black paint and a thick paintbrush before stumbling towards you. opening the cap, he kneeled behind you and squeezed three pumps of paint onto your upper thighs. he gulped, hand shaking as he brought it closer to your body. 

carefully, renjun began spreading the cold substance over the expanse of your legs with the brush, making you squirm at the tickling feeling. instead of snapping at you for moving around too much, he grabbed you by your hip, forcing you still.

“stay still,” he grumbled quietly from behind you.

“sorry, it tickles,” you bit your fist to prevent giggles from escaping you, trying your best not to thrash under the uncomfortable touch of the paintbrush.

renjun watched your muscles on your thigh tense up under the touch of the brush bristles, body instinctively moving away from the tool.

soon, the back of your lower body was covered in a nice layer of paint from your butt to just above the knee. you had gotten used to the tickling feeling of the brush and didn’t mind it anymore, so you had stopped wiggling under his grip, helping renjun paint the skin fairly quickly. there was still a big portion of your legs he hadn’t painted yet and the black paint tube was already halfway empty, so renjun had been right all along about needing more than just a single tube. 

sitting back on his heels, he let his hand rest for a second before looking for more paint. 

in the meantime, his eyes roamed curiously down your body, counting little moles he hadn’t noticed were there before. a quiet chuckle bubbled in his chest as he found one of the scars you had gotten during the skateboarding incident. without much thinking, his fingers caressed the mark in your calf as memories from that time popped on his mind.

“why are you stopping? the paint is gonna dry and we’ll have to start all over again,” your voice snapped him out of his daze making him nearly bump his head with your backside.

“y-yeah, i’m sorry,” renjun mumbled, stumbling to his feet to get the other tubes of black paint. 

the boy moved around the room clumsily, almost knocking over the glass of water mixed with paint residue as he reached for the black labeled white tube. the red and black jacket he had worn to shield himself from the chilly weather no longer felt comfortable against his hot skin, so in one swift movement the piece of clothing was ripped from his body and thrown somewhere on the table.

in less than a second, renjun was back on his knees and ready to cover the remaining section of your legs in black.

you pretended you didn’t catch a glimpse of his toned abdomen as he got rid of the jacket, grabbing your phone instead just to find a couple messages from your friend.

from hendraryシ, 19:03 pm: did you get renjun to help you w that artsy tiktok?

from you, 19:16 pm: yep, he’s painting my legs rn

from hendraryシ︎, 19:17 pm: noice;)

deciding not to waste time opening the message to let kunhang know you had read it, you opted to open the black and white icon saved in your ‘social media’ folder.

while your best friend was busy enough not to notice, you pointed the phone down at the leg he was currently working on, making sure to get a good shot of the painting process without exposing yourself more than necessary. you really didn’t want to attract any creeps. though you tried not to make it obvious that he was in frame, renjun quickly noticed, looking up to throw you a glare and bringing the hand holding the paint tube over his face to cover himself.

“don’t be annoying,” he growled, clearly not happy with making an appearance on the video even if it was only for a few seconds.

oof, someone’s a little moody, you thought, putting the device down to not anger him further.

“but i have to show the whole process so other people can try it too! you do know how a trend works, right?”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

renjun’s hands alternated between squeezing paint on your body and spreading said substance, setting a steady rhythm that allowed him to paint the rest of your body without letting the patches already covered in black dry just yet. 

focusing on maintaining the tempo, he forced himself to keep his mind away from how smooth the skin of your legs felt whenever his hand accidentally brushed against it, or how the pitch black paint you had chosen matched your underwear.

“don’t you have a mirror laying somewhere around here?” you broke the silence, eyes wandering around every corner of the room in search of the mentioned object.

“i used to have one, but jisung broke the mirror we had at the dorms. so i don’t anymore.”

that kid, always breaking things.

you sighed, not surprised at all.

“can you take a picture then? i wanna make sure everything is nice and covered in paint,” you requested, fingers furiously typing on your phone.

“your phone or…?” renjun asked slowly, staring at the matching baby pink phone case you and kunhang had gotten as a friendship amulet the last time you had been at the fair with your friends.

initially, he had thought you were keeping the device close by and risking splattering paint all over it for the sole purpose of getting good shots of every part of the process. but the fast tapping of your fingers against the screen made it seem like you were texting someone and, if the look on your face meant something, you probably weren’t giving it up anytime soon.

renjun could only hope the person answering your messages wasn’t jaehyun.

“just use yours,” you shrugged carelessly, not bothering to look up from the device. “i won’t say anything if you keep the pictures anyway.”

a sudden coughing fit forced renjun to lean his upper body forward and bring his hands to his knees for support. his face heated up as he tried to breathe properly again. he couldn’t believe you had said that so naturally as if it was a normal thing for best friends to keep semi-nude pictures of the other on their phone.

“a-are you crazy?! how can you say shit like that so casually?”

he should have known better than to befriend a random stranger wandering outside of a walmart at 2:38 am.

renjun wiped his hand on the damp towel he used to clean paint stains before pulling his phone out of his back pocket, opening the camera and taking a few shots of your backside for you to see. handing you the device, he waited for you to give him thumbs up.

you muttered a ‘perfect’ before carefully approaching the white canvas laid on the floor.

“help me?” he took both of your hands in his, leaning his body slightly backwards so you could sit down without either hurting yourself nor ruing the canvas. “be careful and do it slowly,” you dragged the ‘o’ to make sure he understood correctly before throwing a half-joking, half-serious threat. “if you drop me i’ll kill you.”

“i know.”

once you were fully seated, you stayed still to let the paint stick to the fabric without smearing it. 

while you waited, you glanced up at your best friend, scanning his figure for lack of a better thing to do. the boy, who stood just in front of you, stared at something on his phone, entranced. the squishy cheeks you came to know and adore looked less doughy, which made his face look sharper and more mature, and his legs, slim beneath the baggy cloth of his sweatpants, appeared longer than ever from your place on the floor. 

renjun looked taller from that angle, and you weren’t going to lie, he looked pretty hot towering over you.

“you don’t seem 5’7 from here,” you hummed, satisfied with your observation, before your face lit up as a thought popped into your head. “you look like that daddy-longlegs spider i found on wikipedia that time we were searching for information on walruses.”

you snorted once you saw the sour look that took over his face.

you weren’t wrong when you thought this would be a fun activity to try out with your grumpy best friend.

“i’m just kidding,” you raised your hands in defence, “can you help me up now? please?”

slipping his phone back inside his pocket with a grunt, renjun took a step on each side of the canvas before putting his hands under your armpits to lift you up. setting you aside, he stared intently at the now black and white canvas.

he gulped, all the blood in his body rushed south and onto his dick, leaving him feeling lightheaded. his breathing suddenly got heavier as his eyes skimmed down the imprint of your plump ass and smooth legs.

the angel on his shoulder tried to fight the devil whispering in his ear to keep his eyes fixed on the painting, and it took every drop of self control in his body to tear his gaze from the canvas. the photo he took of your painted legs flashed behind his closed eyelids and he cursed himself for wearing sweatpants.

his mind ran wild with thoughts of your big doe eyes staring up at him, just like you had minutes ago as you innocently joked about his height, this time with his cock between your lips. his nostrils flared with a shaky intake of air as your tongue swept over the underside, teasing the vein. 

renjun could almost hear your little sounds of pleasure, and if he didn’t know you were cleaning yourself with the damp cloth he had previously used, completely oblivious to the growing tent in his sweats, he would have swore they were real.

he almost bit his tongue when the thought of you, spread out across a table, fingers desperately running over your dripping hole before going to squeeze your breasts and making the skin of your chest glisten with your arousal, invaded his head. and he had to gingerly adjust himself in his pants, length resting against his hip with the tip held only by the waistband, to make his own arousal less noticeable.

the little problem inside his pants didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend’s curious eyes that were studying the look of utter devastation on his face before dropping lower.

suddenly, it no longer matter that the painting was still incomplete or how cold you felt without your leggings on.

there were far more important things to take care of.

“oh my god, so you’re telling me all this time i’ve been teasing you about liking my ass, you actually did? i was right all along?” you gasped in mock surprise, mischief shining in your eyes and a smirk playing on the side of your lips.

renjun’s head snapped up just to lock eyes with you. panic invaded his face, making the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment, and he quickly looked down, heartbeat so erratic his body went numb.

oh no. oh no. oh no, no, no, no, no.

this couldn’t be possibly happening.

“i can explain.”

“can you?” you pressed, using a finger to lift his chin and stare straight into his eyes with a challenging look on your face. “what is it then, renjun? use your big boy words.”

you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to snort. the boy looked petrified, face pale as if he had just seen a ghost. his pink lips parted as his brain tried to untangle the jumble of thoughts that was his head, but not a sound came out. 

“uh, yeah, i-i can. the thing is, well, your legs… yeah, your legs were, uhm, really soft and i think you're, yknow, really pretty… not like you didn't know that before, but, uh, yeah. i'm sorry,” struggling to find his words, your best friend apologized, visibly mortified. his head hung low and his fingers scratched the fabric of his black sweatpants, afraid that looking at you would only worsen everything. “i’m genuinely sorry.”

hearing his voice, dripping with so much guilt, almost made you regret teasing him.

key word: almost.

his features hardened as you coughed to cover the small giggles that broke past your pursed lips. his fists clenched in anger, skin prickling with humiliation as he silently stared at your cackling form.

renjun had to get out of this hellhole. fast.

“no! wait!” you rushed after him, grabbing him by the forearms before he could reach for his jacket to prevent him from leaving. what left you instead was your previous playful demeanor. “don’t go. i’m sorry for teasing you.”

your best friend kept his eyes glued to his shoes, still refusing to face you.

concern took over your face as renjun tried to snatch his arms out of your grasp, taking a step back to get away. and you stumbled forward from the force, nails digging into the flesh of his arm to both keep yourself from falling to the ground and force him still.

the boy looked like a distressed kitten lashing out with its sharp claws to make a threat back off.

his arm burned where your hands touched, and his erection twitched from the confines of his briefs at how soft and small they looked compared to his.

he needed to get away from you and the art studio. to go somewhere, anywhere, and forget this ever happened. the very last thing he needed right now was for you to touch him.

your proximity was unnerving and only added fuel to the fire.

“let me go.”

“no. if i let you go, you'll hide in your room and avoid me like the plague.”

shit, now he needed another plan.

“injun, that’s completely normal,” you reassured him, “i’d actually feel offended if you didn’t find me attractive enough to pop one,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

by now, you knew how your best friend felt about the situation. but, how did you feel? if the wetness starting to pool in your panties served as some kind of indicator, you could confidently say renjun wasn’t the only one affected. now that you thought of it, the outline of his clothed length was starting to look enticing…

“we can work through this, okay? you don’t need to run away from me,” you took a tentative step forward, fingers subconsciously squeezing him tighter.

he gulped.

if what it took to make renjun feel comfortable in his skin was for you to expose yourself and be in the spotlight, then that was exactly what you were going to do.

here goes nothing, you thought.

“also, it's not like i’ve never gotten a lady boner in front of you,” you offered with a sheepish smile.

renjun wondered how many times he had had you on his lap, acting as if nothing happened, all the while your panties were soaked in your juices.  he wondered how many times you had felt so needy that you just wanted to grind against his thigh and get off by using your best friend’s body. or the countless times he had cuddled you on his bed, hugging your body close to his, that you wished he would fuck your frustrations away instead of forcing you to sit through hours of bad movies and random netflix shows.

how many opportunities he had unknowingly missed.

“you what?” his lips formed an ‘o’, “really?”

the surprised laugh he let out made you smile.

“i mean, yeah. believe it or not, this girl gets horny too. besides, it’s your fault for being so hot,” you pouted, poking him with your finger like you usually did.

he giggled like a child in a candy shop, grabbing his tummy where you stabbed him. his eyes shined as he held eye contact with you, feeling bold, and his pinkish cheeks wore a big grin.

cute.

“we can make fun of me together if that makes you feel any better. just please, stay with me.”

relief washed over his body, and he thanked every existing deity he could think of for shoving such an understanding into his life.

maybe being your friend wasn’t that bad anymore.

“thanks for not making it weird,” he offered you a grateful half smile and you just brushed it off.

“don’t thank me, friends are supposed to help one another. so, can i touch you now? please?”

renjun groaned when he noticed the way your thighs squeezed together, rubbing against each other to feel at least a tiny pleasurable sensation. his body leaned into yours almost automatically, as if it knew how to react to your advances like the back of his hand. he felt cold once your hands fell from his forearms, but it didn’t last long as one arm repositioned itself around his shoulders.

with your free hand, you tugged at the cloth of his shirt, silently asking to take it off. your best friend caught onto your intentions fairly quickly, parting away from you before pulling the piece of clothing off of his body. your hands caressed the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen and you bit your lip, enjoying how his toned muscles felt under your touch.

you took your sweet time feeling him up, letting your hand travel from his belly button up yo his shoulders and then to his jaw, delicately cupping his face. renjun’s bigger hand came to rest on top of yours, holding it to his warm, rosey cheek, and pressing his forehead to yours.

you looked up, surprised by the touch, to find renjun already looking at you. his eyes looked darker than you had ever seen before, chocolate orbs now an overwhelming pitch black. his unwavering gaze on you had you frozen in place, unable to break eye contact, as you waited impatiently for his next move.

when you noticed the way he eyed your lips, licking his to wet them, anticipation began building up in your stomach, making your breath quicken. in your trance, you didn’t realize how close your faces had gotten until you dared look down at his inviting, pink lips, minty breath fanning over your cheeks. you were so close his lips brushed against yours, noses touching in an eskimo kiss.

seeing as you didn’t back away from his advances, renjun slowly leaned in, head slightly tilted to the side and your eyes fell closed automatically. heart beating at an alarming rate, renjun copied your actions, closing his eyes tightly before eliminating the small space between your lips. next thing you both knew, your mouths had crashed together into a hesitant kiss.

renjun hoped you wouldn’t notice his nervousness, afraid of making you feel obliged to kiss back only to protect him –and his heart– from inevitable rejection. he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being too pushy, if maybe kisses weren’t something you just gave away to random people –and although renjun wasn’t a simple anyone to you, he still was just your best friend–, but only to the ones you offered your heart to. he couldn’t help but wonder if what he had just done was going to be the infamous bite of the forbidden fruit that would cost him expulsion from the eden that was your life.

thoughts twirled around his mind, making his eyes shoot open in panic to see yours tightly closed, face scrunched up. his stomach fell to his feet, regret bubbling in his chest as he realized he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.

as renjun was about to pull away and apologize for misreading the situation, your arms snaked around his neck, hugging him closer. his soul came back to his body making him relax under your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

the combination of the minty taste of your toothpaste and the strawberry chapstick you put on all the time was addicting, and renjun found himself quickly falling for it. he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you happily accepted, parting your lips for him. the boy wasted no time invading the wet cavern, eager to taste more of you.

the kiss was slowly but surely turning more passionate as his hands felt your body and your own pulled him closer by the cheek. unlike other kisses you had shared with people throughout your life, this one was sweeter. the both of you were taking your time exploring one another, engraving in your brains everything about the other, enjoying the moment instead of rushing it. your tongues weren’t battling for dominance, but sharing it. shocks of electricity shot through your bodies, making you cling to the other, not wanting to let go so soon despite your lungs screaming for air.

once you finally decided to pull away from each other's lips to catch some air, his lips trailed down from your mouth to your cheek, to your jaw and down your neck to your collarbones. he softly kissed the protruding bones, before sucking rosey bruises that were soon to turn purple. your hands moved from around his neck to entangle in his hair, playing with the hairs at the back of his head, quiet moans escaping your lips.

you couldn’t believe how the boy that just a day prior was fighting you for the last gummy bear was the same person who was making you feel so good, so cared for and loved.

fingers toyed with the hem of your sweater, slightly tugging at it as he backed away from you just enough to look at your face. his sweet rosey cheeks and glossy eyes staring right back at yours stirred something within you that pushed you to impulsively rid yourself of the now annoying piece of clothing.

you watched as your best friend choked on spit, roughly coughing and punching his chest desperately as he fought for air. shock washed over his flushed face as his wide eyes gawked at your bare chest adorned with two pierced nipples, drool almost falling from the corner of his mouth.

“holy shit.”

questions swirled inside renjun’s bicolor head at such a rapid rate it was taking his brain longer than usual to process what his eyes were seeing.

renjun stood frozen, eyes fixed on your body and you shrinked under his intense stare, face burning with self-consciousness as you fought against the urge to cover yourself.

stuck on your internal battle, you didn’t notice the fucked out expression that had replaced the initial shock once he had processed what those tiny metal things were, nor the way his body reacted to them, pants tightening and feeling uncomfortably restrictive the more he stared at them.

“stop staring at me like i have three tits and touch me already.”

“i’m sorry, it’s just,” he wrecked his brain searching for the right words, still starstruck by the new discovery. “you look breathtaking.”

the sincerity behind his words took you by surprise. this wasn’t the first time your best friend had complimented you and yet this time something felt… different.

not a single one of your past hookups had wasted more than a few seconds taking in the sight of your body, like they were trying to memorize even the smallest of details. none of them had looked at you with so much admiration and genuine appreciation like renjun, your best friend.

“shut up, you're making me feel all weird,” you mumbled, looking away.

“just so you know, i mean it,” renjun offered with a smile, eyes turning into crescent moons.

and you could tell he did.

not even the bright artificial lights that illuminated the art studio could hide the way his face glowed under the moonlight, reflecting the way his heart fluttered from the inside of his chest.

you were such a pretty sight to see. even with your hair ruffled from taking off your top in such a hurry, lips swollen and glistening with spit, you still managed to make him weak in the knees.

without a second thought, renjun attached his mouth to one of your nipples, tongue eagerly lapping and swirling around it. he moaned loudly when the cold metal came in contact with his wet muscle, and the boy had to grind his length against your side to release some tension.

your hands dug into his hair, tugging slightly whenever his teeths scraped the sensitive bud, always careful not to hurt you. each pull of your fingers only pushed him to suck harder, grunting as he squeezed the other boob in his hand. he then released your nipple with a pop and switched to the other. as his mouth worked, he pinched the nub, rolling it between his index finger and thumb.

you were so wet already you could feel your juices running down your inner thighs. and renjun was no better; precum oozed from the red tip of his cock, making a dark spot form in the crotch of his sweatpants.

grabbing him by the shoulders, you pulled him up to connect your lips in a needy kiss, pressing your hips into his.

“do you think i could, uh,” suddenly feeling shy, renjun hesitated to ask, taking a step back to look at your face while rubbing the back of his head bashfully, “would you let me go down on you?”

your face lit up, eyes sparkling under the lights of the art studio, reflecting the whole universe on them, as if he was the one who hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

a small smile formed on his face as you turned your body around without a word, supporting yourself on the table before glancing back at him with an impatient expression.

this time, as he was allowed to stare, renjun enjoyed the view.

“please.”

renjun was quick to kneel behind you, forcing your legs apart, warm palms gripping your cheeks to keep them spread, ready to shove his tongue between your legs. your fingers curled into fists, excitement pooling at the pit of your stomach and making your body feel on fire.

your body trembled, thighs quivering, when the wet muscle licked a stripe up your clothed core, nose buried between your asscheeks. spit and arousal dampened the cloth, making it stick uncomfortably to your lower lips.

before you could protest, teeth sunk into the clothed flesh. a shiver ran down your spine at the same time your stomach did a somersault, and renjun had to hold you still by wrapping his arms around your thighs to stop your body from shaking.

“r-renjun,” you moaned shakily and he only grunted in response, lapping over your aching pussy, clenching pathetically around nothing. “please, do something already.”

his confidence skyrocketed the moment you mewled his name, your voice dripping with desire and sounding so dirty yet so sexy. he shifted uncomfortably from his place on the floor, and not exactly for how sore his knees were starting to feel. the way your body reacted to his touch, arousal completely soaking your panties and ruining them for good as your hips pushed back into his mouth for more, had his hips subconsciously humping the air.

“but i was having so much fun,” renjun sighed, seemingly disappointed. but he wasn’t able to fool you; you could feel his smile against your skin.

though that pretty smile of his didn’t last long, it fell really quick with a simple –rather rough– tug of his silky brunette and blond locks.

“ouch!” the boy whimpered, reaching a hand to sooth the sharp pain coursing through his scalp, “jeez, woman.”

you heard a low mumble of ‘so damn violent’ that renjun had probably hoped was quiet enough for your ear to be not able to catch it. but since the place was completely deserted of people other than your best friend and you, his words could be easily heard in the silence of the night.

“so now i am the violent one?”

so now he was going to pretend he didn’t almost choke one of his friends for stealing one, just one, of his thousands of tea bags?

you rolled your eyes, scoffing a little at your friend’s hypocrisy.

for the second time, he reached for your underwear, this time with the intention of getting rid of it. you felt the ruined cloth run down your legs until it was left pooling around your ankles. renjun sucked on a shaky breath, pupils blown wide with raw desire, as his fingers uncovered your soping core. his tongue, suddenly heavy in his mouth, gave your slit a tentative lick, and a throaty groan got stuck in its way out at the taste.

sweet.

that’s how you tasted. sweet like a cup of homemade hot chocolate, three marshmallows floating on the surface, crushed candy canes melting at the heat; sweet like one of those cherry lollipops you used to suck on when you both were in high school –an image that would haunt him until the beginning of his adult years in form of wet dreams–; sweet like peaches and cream on a spring day.

his eyes fell closed as his body leaned further into you, hands returning to their place around your thighs and tightening their grip on them. he hummed in content, skilled tongue swiping left and right, not leaving a single spot unattended.

your clit throbbed, desperate for any kind of attention, so one of your hands travelled down your body to press the heel against the bud. although you thought the subtle roll of your hips would go unnoticed, it didn’t, and renjun didn’t like it. the day he had unknowingly been waiting for had finally arrived, and he was determined to make you cum on his own. so, detaching an arm from around your leg, he slipped it between your thighs until he reached your hand, ripping it away from your body in a fast movement.

a squeak got stuck to your throat as his own hand came to replace yours, the pads of his fingers circling over your clit. the jolt of pleasure his touch sent through your body had your now free hand travelling to your breasts, rolling and pinching one of the hardened mounds as sighs escaped your lips.

“s-shit, just like that.”

tongue flattened to give wide strokes, renjun slowly licked your folds, just as he would do while eating ice cream. he ate you out like a starved man on the brink of death, slurping your juices like he was never getting a taste of you ever again.

but, as good as his mouth felt on you, you were dying to feel the burning stretch his digits or cock could provide you. you were going to get just that and you wanted it now; you weren’t going to accept anything less.

“y-your fingers. i need your finger.”

once renjun got back to his feet, his fingers wasted no time in sliding between your swollen folds, gathering all the slickness he could before teasingly pushing them against your entrance. you wiggled your hips, pushing them into him in desperation.

“cut the crap, you fucker,” you grumbled angrily, curling your fingers around his wrist to force his hand closer to where you most needed him.

he must have pitied you, since less than a second later two fingers were shoved into you until they were knuckle deep inside your slippery hole. a throaty groan was heard coming from behind you and you whimpered, finally getting some of the stretch you craved so badly.

renjun thrusted his long digits, curling and scissoring, pumping them into you as he would when fucking you with his cock. if you were so tight around two fingers, he could only imagine how cramped your pussy would feel stuffed full with his cock. he bit his lip at the thought, hardening length pressing to your thigh as his eyes rolled back.

fingertips danced along the expanse of your thigh before lightly scratching the smooth flesh as his other hand fingered you, preparing you to take his full size. with every pump of his fingers he hit deeper inside you, the only purpose on his mind being finding that sweet spot that had you screaming your lungs out. and once he found it, he abused it as he pleased.

“look at me,” renjun demanded, hurrying the pace of his thrusts.

you struggled to keep your eyes open, the upper half of your body twisting uncomfortably as you made an effort to face him.

“come on, look at me.”

you managed to hold his gaze, letting out whimpers.

“i think i’m close,” you breathed, and he instantly withdrew his fingers from your dripping core.

while you tried to catch your breath, his hands went to unbuckle his belt at the speed of light, fingers twitching as his mouth watered at the thought of being inside of you. he let his pants rest on his thighs, not bothering to take them completely off.

in his hurry, he didn’t notice the mischievous look in your eyes.

“cute boxers, by the way.”

of fucking course.

of all days, today was the one he had to slip on his most embarrassing –but favorite– pair of boxers.

but, in his defense, how would he have known someone was going to see them, anyway?

he was supposed to spend his saturday night chilling at the studio, on his own, since taeil had finally trusted him unsupervised with the keys. renjun could have never guessed you were going to tag along now of all times. after all, you had popped out of nowhere as he opened his front door on his way out.

and how could he deny your company when, for the first time, you showed excitement as he told you about this new idea of a painting he had been meaning to try out for a while now?

his face flushed a bright pink color, and the gasp that left his lips quickly turned into an exasperated groan. why did you have to be so annoying? couldn’t you just shut up and let him fuck you in peace?

damn.

“oh my fucking god,” renjun shook his head, eyes closed in humiliation, “ i can’t do this. i quit. i’m leaving.”

“aw, injunnie, don’t be a crybaby,” you giggled sweetly, looking into his deep brown eyes with the best doe eyes you could muster, eager to rile him up. “i’ll pretend i didn’t see the cute moomin pattern on your undies and we can get right back to it as if i had never said anything in the first place.”

“i hate you so fucking much, i’m literally going insane.”

while renjun was too busy complaining to pay you any mind, you approached him and snaked one arm around his shoulders, eyeing the tent on the front of his boxers. the boy flinched, hissing under his breath when you cupped his painfully hard length, slowly beginning to palm him over his clothes. a rush of arousal shot through his body and he twitched in your grip, head falling onto your shoulder in bliss as quiet whines slipped past his lips, finally receiving the pleasure he had been neglected since things got heated.

spitting on your palm, you slid your hand under his boxers and wrapped your lubed fist around his thick length, squeezing the base. his hips writhed under your touch, rutting into your closed hand to get more friction.

“hurry up, i want you inside of me,” you urged him, pumping your hand at a slow pace to lure him into fucking you and the boy almost sighed in relief when you didn’t ask to take him in your mouth. he was more than sure he would bust a nut as soon as your swollen lips wrapped around him from how desperate for your touch he felt.

as much as he wanted to give in to you, renjun couldn’t ignore the way his stomach twisted and turned at the thought of crossing lines best friends weren’t supposed to. if he thought kissing you could change things between you two, he was wrong. even after eating you out, things could come back to where they once were with less of a ruckus, but after sticking his dick inside of you? he wasn't sure he would be able to act normally around you ever again.

this was the last turning point before a road straight to broken friendships.

and heartbreak.

“are you sure you want this? we can stop here, we don’t have to go any further. y’know, this could chang-,” renjun began voicing his worries, but was cut off by your lips against his.

“i know, but i trust you. i care about you and our friendship more than anything in this world, and i wouldn’t have let this go so far if i thought it could break us apart,” your voice was soft, reassuring. “do you trust me? don’t feel pressured, tho, we can always stop here and pretend it never happened.”

renjun didn’t want to pretend tonight never happened.

“i don’t,” your smile faltered, “i trust you.”

your best friend swallowed your relieved sigh, engulfing you in his loving embrace.

soon after, renjun lifted your leg. the head of his cock nudged your sopping core before sliding the whole length of it along your slit to coat himself in your essence, spreading the beds of his own arousal all over your folds. he lined himself with your entrance, feeling the muscles on his abdomen contract as he pushed his hips forward, easing into you with a groan.

his head lolled to the side as he leaned over you, pressing you into the edge of the table for support, body feeling weak from the crushing tightness your warm walls provided.

“t-too tight, fu-fuck.”

chewing on his bottom lip as he sucked in shaky breaths, renjun struggled to stay focused. his cock throbbed as he tried to reach deeper, wanting to be buried to the brim inside you.

whimpers escaped you as you were unable to keep your mouth shut, eyes fixed on the beautiful boy in front of you. his dark brows were scrunched in a frown, eyelids squeezed shut and lips pursed to maintain his sounds at bay, and you wondered how could someone be so angelic and real at the same time.

letting you adjust for a second, he let his other hand caress your sides, focusing on rubbing lovingly circles on your hip with his thumb instead of the squeezing of your walls around him. the soothing feeling of his strokes helped you relax, and you leaned forward to rest your chin on his shoulder with a content hum.

once you felt ready to be ravaged by your best friend, you left a kiss on his neck and a quiet whisper of ‘i’m ready’. he then rocked his hips slowly, allowing you to feel every pulsing vein of his cock as he pushed your walls apart. the pain in your core was nothing more than a burning sensation that soon turned into pure pleasure, and you shifted to meet his thrusts.

“you feel so good,” you breathed against his cheek, lips placing pecks down his jaw, and he bit his lip with satisfaction, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“i know,” his chest filled with pride at your praise.

“if i had known you were gonna get all cocky and act like a jerk, i wouldn’t have said anythi-,” you started, rolling your eyes with a grumble.

but you never got to finish.

as if testing the waters, renjun let his hand spank your asscheek, leaving a –rather delicious– stinge on the abused skin that forced a surprised gasp out of your lips.

“what was that for?” you huffed, digging your nails on his broad shoulders and throwing his way the most annoyed expression you could muster while getting split open by your best friend’s fat dick.

“i just thought you’d be into that, y’know, since you’re into marking and all that stuff.”

“what does that even mean?” you demanded an explanation, angling your elbow in a threatening way so it was ready to prod the boy in the stomach if he had the audacity to comment something similar.  “are you seriously kink-shaming me right now, you little piece of shit?”

as you were reconsidering your whole friendship, renjun only shrugged it off, seemingly entertained.

“take it as you will.”

you squeezed around him in retaliation, the grip almost cutting his blood circulation from how strong it was, and you cursed him under your breath with a frown. renjun didn’t seem to appreciate your attitude, as he decided to drop his grip on your leg and manhandle your body so your back was pressing against his chest.

“don’t fucking try me, y/n.”

the growl that vibrated through his chest sent a shiver down your spine and the humourless tone of his voice made your breath stutter.

“i-i’m sorry,” you offered in a small voice, biting back a whimper.

“hm, that’s what i thought.”

renjun pulled out enough for the head of his cock to be the only part of him remaining inside of you, before slamming back in. your eyes shot open, jaw going slack as his tip hit your cervix. your mind blanked out, any possible thought rushing through your head coming to an abrupt stop.

using your dazed state to his advantage, he reached for the white paint tube you had used earlier.

you sighed, shivering when the cold paint slid down the valley between your breasts. rejun caught it midway with his bare fingers, spreading the paint all over your chest and abdomen, hands fondling your boobs, pinching your sensitive nipples. a pair of soft lips ghosted over the exposed skin of your neck, hot breath making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand up.

hot and cold.

the contrast in temperatures felt intoxicating, leaving your head spinning, mind hazed by the new but not unwelcome feeling.

his fingertips left a trail of fire everywhere they touched, goosebumps arousing on your skin with every sweet stroke. renjun never stopped working his hips, each thrust carefully calculated as to hit your sensitive spot, making you sob in pleasure.

after a few more pumps of paint, your upper body was completely and evenly covered in white, but renjun wasn’t done just yet. he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and smearing paint all over them as well.

the intimate touch brought you down to earth, making your head snap to the side, brows furrowed with confusion. renjun wasn’t used to holding hands with you, it was a line neither of you were ready to cross just yet. or so you thought.

his hand felt pleasantly warm against yours, and that same warmth spread across your whole body, warming your cheeks in the process. sadly, you didn’t get to enjoy the gentle feeling for too long, since a couple of seconds after initiating the touch his hand left yours to press his palms on the black canvas laying on the table.

with a particularly hard thrust, your body jerked forward. your hands found a new place on each side of his to ground yourself, arms weakly supporting you. his form hovered over your smaller one, forcing his sweaty chest flush against your bare back and squeezing the whole of your upper body into the canvas in the process. your sticky torso smeared white paint all over the black-painted cloth, staining it with the outline of every curve.

his hips never faltered, pounding into you from behind, and he made sure to keep your body immobile against the canvas to not mess up the perfect imprint of your chest.

“fuck me harder,” you cried out, hand covered in dry paint going to grab his forearm. “i need more.”

“what do you mean harder? am i not fucking you hard enough?” renjun scoffed, offended, giving your asscheek another harsh slap.

you pushed yourself up to rest against his body, face sweaty and brows furrowed, and whimpered, panting heavily as your lips searched for his. you wanted to feel him, all of him, closer, deeper. he smiled and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, heart skipping a beat when your hand caressed his cheek lovingly.

your head fell onto his shoulder as renjun began picking his pace, starting to roughly ram his hips into your ass. clapping noises filled the room, both from the way his thighs slammed into yours and from the sporadic spanks, and he swallowed your moans.

renjun tried his best to focus, to hold on a little bit longer and feel you cum around him, squeezing so hard he wasn’t able to move. he breathed deeply, thoughts of you screaming his name as you milked him dry as your face contorted in ecstasy convinced him not to let go just yet. but you were bringing him closer to his limit with every clench of your walls.

sadly, having your hands covered in paint, even if dry, meant none of you was able to attend your clit and speed up your high.

“i’m, f-fuck, i’m close,” renjun announced between ragged breaths, hugging you impossibly closer to his body.

he struggled to breathe like a fish out of the water, and you were sure you would find bruises on your sides from how strongly his fingers were clutching at you.

“i hope your pull out game is strong, bud,” you snickered through gritted teeth, walls fluttering around his cock and drawing a groan from the back of his throat.

for a second, it felt as if you were just playing around with your best friend, like you always did, and if it wasn't for renjun pounding into you from behind, you would have probably teased him further. but you couldn’t think of a sharp-tongued comment to throw his way, or even force more words out of your mouth. not with the way he was making you feel. with every snap of his hips, your chuckles got stuck to your throat, one after another, successfully sealing your mouth shut.

renjun didn’t reply. instead, he grabbed you by the waist, digging his fingers in the soft flesh. his thrusts became sloppier soon after, giving harsher strokes that forced him to reach deeper inside of you. his head came to rest on top of your shoulder, before attaching his mouth to your neck, sucking on the skin only to kitten lick the abused spot afterwards.

it didn’t take long before he forced himself to slip his cock out of your tight, warm insides, letting it rest between your cheeks. renjun swallowed the disappointed whine that was threatening to escape his lips, already missing the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, sucking him in as if you never wanted to let go.

shaking his head to get rid of any thought, renjun turned his attention to the task in hand: his release. putting his hips back to work, he grounded against the plump flesh of your ass. his hard length slid up and down with little to no resistance from the amount of arousal coating it.

eventually, he was able to regain the same pace as before when he was inside of you, slapping noises increasing as the seconds passed. the room was engulfed in a burning heat that had your skin sticky with sweat.

his mouth fell open, small puffs of air slipped past his parted lips, wet tongue darting out to wet over the chapped skin. sweat started forming on his hairline from the effort, some droplets slid down the side of his face from the effort. his arms wrapped around your waist, lips pressed to your jaw, peppering kisses down to your neck as his hips worked ruthlessly, rutting against you as if his life depended on it.

renjun was close, so close to finally bursting, cock throbbing uncontrollably against your wet skin. he could almost taste his release, jaw clenching as he chased after it with every ounce of energy left in his body.

a couple of thrusts later, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as spurts of hot, sticky cum painted your lower back, your name mixed with fell from his lips. his hips halted their movements, settling with squeezing yours against the table in front of you and sinking his teeth into the expanse of skin where your shoulder and neck met with a groan.

that was certainly going to leave a mark.

you squeezed your eyes shut, bottom lip caught between teeth, as your head fell back onto his shoulder to give him better access. his lips ghosted over the redish bite mark before letting his nose rub softly against the shell of your ear, leaving one last peck on the area behind your ear.

a couple of seconds was what took renjun to recover from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. feeling out of breath, he dropped most of his weight on you, only holding himself on his forearms to prevent his body from entirely crushing you under him. a huff left your lips, gripping his arms and trying to stand up straight, though it was proving to be harder than you initially thought.

not wanting to appear inconsiderate, your best friend lifted his body from yours.

“come here,” renjun urged you, already back on the floor. excitement coursed through his veins, making his body tremble with a light buzz. his knees were most likely going to be sore later from the rough flooring, but the memory of your sweet taste pushed the thought to the back of his head in less than a second.

so, not wanting to make renjun nor yourself wait any longer, you moved forward, closer to where he was kneeled. he quickly reached for your leg, hooking it over his shoulder so his mouth was scarce inches away from your pussy, before inhaling deeply. you looked down at him as he licked a stripe up your thigh, collecting the juices dripping down your inner thighs with his tongue. his cock twitched from its confinement at the lingering salty taste, a quiet groan falling from his lips. there was something undeniably sexy in tasting himself on you.

his lips closed over your sensitive bud, and your hips jolted forward as he sucked on it, fingers covered in dry white paint falling to his hair for support. he looked up at your face with a grunt, releasing your clit before using the tip of his tongue to rub circles around it. his fingers twitched, aching to feel your wetness once again, but he contained himself, settling with using only his eager mouth.

your back arched back at the pleasure building incredibly fast in your lower belly, your orgasm approaching as fast as it drifted away minutes ago.

“fuck, renjun. don’t stop, i’m so close,” you struggled to get out, full body trembling at the intense rush of arousal flowing through you, the knot in your stomach tied so tightly it was threatening to snap any time now.

obediently, he began sucking harder over your swollen clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before nipping on it. moans continuously broke past your lips, red and swollen from kissing, as his tongue swept between your folds.

praises bubbled inside renjun’s chest. he wanted to tell you how pretty you sounded moaning his name like that, thighs quivering in ecstasy; how much he would love to listen to your sweet little sounds of pleasure all day long and watch your face as you came. he wanted you to see yourself through his eyes; like the most beautiful work of art in the museum that was life. but he kept the praise words to himself, afraid it would only make things weird. or even more so. especially after your bashful reaction to his last compliment, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable.

three more flicks of his tongue was what did it for you and soon, you found yourself reaching heaven, fingertips reaching out to graze the clouds. your vision turned blurry, the crushing feeling forced you to put a hand back on the table to hold yourself up. eyes fixed on you, renjun watched as your head lolled back, eyes shut tightly and face scrunched up in bliss. he felt your body tense up, pulling him closer with your leg, and he just let you ride his face as you wanted. your hips rocked wildly against his mouth, entirely covering his chin with your sweet cum.

renjun gratefully took everything you had to offer, drinking in until the very last drop and licking his lips as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever had. he lapped your gushing pussy clean, relishing the taste as long as he could, until you were whimpering in overstimulation, using your hold on his hair to try to pull him away.

“i have to admit, that was pretty intense. i didn’t know you had it in you, huh?” you chuckled breathlessly, slipping into your leggings without bothering to put on your ruined panties. “seems like you’re a box full of surprises.”

the casual tone of your voice felt comforting, and made his body relax, lips turning upwards in a lazy smile. it confirmed nothing had changed in your friendship, which was like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, though he couldn’t shake off the strange sense of disappointment in his chest.

“there’s a lot of things you’ll discover about me if you spend more time here at the studio.”

you grabbed the damp towel that you and your best friend had abandoned on the table once things got heated and proceeded to remove the white paint from your body.

“we spend more time together than we do on our own. sometimes it almost feels like we’re married or something,” you giggled, eyes turning white with mocked annoyance, and his heart did a somersault. “also, i may come around someday. it actually isn’t as boring as it seems. at least when you’re not just sitting there, staring into nothingness.”

“you just don’t understand the creative process of an artist,” he snatched the towel from your hands once you had cleaned yourself to do the same.

“that’s so not true! i think i’ve spent so much time with you already that this artistic thing is rubbing off on me.”

“sure. once you finally get how the color wheel works you can come back and talk to me,” he teased, pulling up his pants and boxers before buckling his belt.

“asshole.”

you and renjun stayed quiet for some time after that, just enjoying each other’s company. he paced around the room, collecting his shirt and jack before throwing them on, his back turned on you as if you hadn’t seen him naked already.

“oh shit, i never got to finish the painting,” you pouted, staring at the canvas on the floor, phone once again in your hand. “and whose fault is that?”

with your eyebrows raised accusingly, you put your hands on your hips, like a mother lecturing her child.

“don’t look at me like that! i literally tried to leave but you wouldn’t let me!”

the boy had a point.

“whatever,” you mumbled, going to grab the paint brush and more black paint to finish the job.

renjun took it upon himself to clean up the tools and other materials while he waited for you. after walking in and out of the storage room on at least five different occasions, he checked the time on his phone and ‘22:36 pm’ in big white font was what read on the screen. he hurried to grab your things so you could leave the studio together as soon as you finished, it was dangerous for you to be out and about this late at night.

“okay, i’m done. let me just film a few more clips and i’ll finish the whole thing once i get home.”

your best friend nodded and took the canvas from the table to hang it up and free up some space.

that night, renjun left the art studio with a sinking feeling on his stomach, and the cause wasn’t unknown to the boy. although you hadn’t shown any sign of regret yet, he was understandably worried for the turn your relationship would take in the long run after being literally balls deep inside you.

as he walked you home under the dark sky of the night, side by side with you, he feared he had committed the worst mistake of his life. one that could potentially cost him his friendship with you, that could break the delicate threads of your bond that he spent years oh so carefully building. you were so important to him he wouldn’t know what to do if you decided to cut ties with him.

as he laid in bed with a heavy heart, he thought about everything that had happened, from the moment you had asked for his help on the challenge to your face as you rode his face.

for the first time, he felt lost, unsure of your feelings. he wanted to know your take on the whole situation. would you want to pretend you didn’t fuck your best friend and forget that night ever happened? would you acknowledge the passionate moment you both shared at the art studio and just remember it as an experience that brought you two closer and strengthened your friendship? would you perhaps regret it? the amount of possibilities, both good and bad outcomes rushing through his head had renjun feeling dizzy.

only hours after he had managed to fall asleep, the vibration of his phone woke him up from his slumber. renjun groaned as he felt the bed for his phone, quietly cursing himself for forgetting to turn on the ‘do not disturb’ feature before going to sleep. frowning, he checked the time to realize it was only 6 am. it was way too early for his friends to be already up and about on a sunday morning. anyway, he unlocked the device to find a message.

from na jaemin, 5:56 am: dude check out your girlfriend’s latest tiktok👀

from huang renjun, 6:02 am: what the fuck, jaemin

from huang renjun, 6:02 am: it’s 6 am

from huang renjun, 6:03 am: leave me alone

from na jaemin, 6:04 am: i woke up early to exercise w jeno ofc

from na jaemin, 6:04 am: you should probably start to do so too, spaghetti boyy

from na jaemin, 6:05 am: i’m pretty sure y/n likes ‘em chunky

from huang renjun, 6:08 am: fuck you, dipshit

from na jaemin, 6:09 am: stop being such a buzzkill and just check it out

this better be worth the hassle or else he was whooping jaemin’s ass back to dreamland.

opening the almost completely abandoned app on the device, he searched for your account –which was conveniently his latest search– and scrolled down until he came across your most recent –and popular– tiktok. ripping the band-aid all at once, he clicked on it.

“what the hell?” renjun gasped, suddenly very awake.

your ‘stupid idea’ had three million likes.

the first thing he saw as the tiktok started playing on his screen was a short clip of the art studio with the words ‘so i decided to try out the body art challenge’ in white. nothing weird, just the announcement of what you would be doing during the rest of the video. the clip that followed was zooming into renjun’s face while he distractedly cleaned up his brushes and had ‘with the help of my best friend’ written on the lower corner of the screen.

up to that point, renjun still couldn’t understand the gigantic amount of attention you had gotten just by posting a simple video.

clips of the materials and the process of painting the canvas flashed by without catching his attention, until the sight of his annoyed face appeared on the screen once again. renjun cringed, cheeks flushing, as he watched himself paint your leg not even an hour before having his tongue shoved down your throat.

well, that escalated quickly.

next thing he knew, the canvas with your ass and legs printed in black paint popped up on the screen of his phone, and he had to pause the video to rub his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

in the process of innocently showing your viewers the studio and your painting, you had also accidentally caught on camera something that none of them was supposed to see. there, in the background, stood renjun semi-clothed for a good five seconds before slipping his shirt back on.

and that wasn’t even the worst part of it all.

your camera had done a great job capturing in high definition the red trails your nails had left all over his shoulder blades and back during your ‘bonding time’.

his cheeks reddened almost immediately and he groaned in embarrassment as blood rushed to his crotch at the memory of the night before.

the last clip showed a bright grin on your pretty face as you waved your viewers goodbye. even though you tried to cover it with your hair, renjun could still see the reddish bruise his teeth had left on the skin right below your jaw. and to top it all off, the wall behind you had renjun’s canvas hanging on it.

of course, it couldn’t just end there. no.

his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he opened the comment section to find seventeen thousand comments.

“crap.”

its_taeil_time: i’m never leaving you alone at the studio again. ever.

yourfullsunhyuck: ooOOH you kinky lil fuckers👀

with_jaem_inthemiddle: i hope you kids used protection

            y/n: what the fuck, jaemin, we’re literally older than you

morksmisfits: dude what happened to your back, did one of jeno’s cats attack you again?

            foreignswagger: so… who’s gonna tell him?💀

its_chenji_not_jichen: holy guacamole, what the hell happened to you?!

            ty_track: jisung, i told you to get off this cursed app

            its_chenji_not_jichen: this is a free country

            ty_track: chenle, you better stfu or istg i’ll beat your ass

johnsbanana: is that why neither of you were picking up my calls? teenagers this days

           y/n: uhm, excuse you? we’re adults ._.

          johnsbanana: adults my ass, you both act like children

          y/n: sit down, granny

foreignswagger: i can’t believe you’ve done this, i am d i s g u s t e d

jenojam: i feel like i shouldn’t have seen that, i-😭 mom, pick me up, i’m scared

          with_jaem_inthemiddle: omw

          y/n: @with_jaem_inthemiddle i thought he said mom, not bf👀

          yourfullsunhyuck: oOP-

princedonkey: did the ✨whoohoo✨ part happen before or after you were texting me? 

         y/n: great question, dorothy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

–lia:)

✨[ 22:53 pm ] – q.k.✨

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note – so ig i’m back? after a long disappearance (i’m so sorry idk why i always do that, not only w my blog but like w everything, i just disappear from the face of earth lmao) i’m finally officially back. 2nd semester starts on monday tho so pls pray for me. anyway, this is the edited version of something i wrote for a friend and since i’m sad i haven’t posted anything in so long i decided to release it now. pls excuse any mistakes and hope you guys like it!♥️

[established relationship!au ; big dick!dom!kun, sub!reader, pet names, some spanking, daddy kink, praise kink, nipple play, marking kink ; 859 words]

you sat on kun’s lap, his fat cock plunged deep inside your core. a funny feeling on your stomach made you squirm around, causing your fingers to curl and straighten in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

you whined quietly, waiting for him to move and fuck you as he normally would. but he didn’t. instead, he looked expectantly at you, brows quirked in a teasing manner.

“what is it, baby? why are you so pouty? i thought this was what you wanted.”

and he wasn’t wrong.

you had pleaded him to let you be on top, just for once. you were always the submissive one in bed, and don’t get things wrong, you liked it that way. god, there was nothing you loved more than to be fucked dumb by your hot boyfriend.

but still, sometimes you wondered how he would look like laying on your shared bed, helpless and sweaty under your prying hands. more than anything, you wanted to feel him grab your thighs with his bigger ones, squeezing the soft flesh until bruises adorned your skin and groaning in pure bliss as you bounced on his dick. just thinking about the sinful sight had your breath hitching in your throat.

you gulped, glistening lips forming a cute pout on your face. “daddy, please,” you clenched around his cock to get him to do something, face burning with embarrassment, but he only chuckled.

if you were being honest, you had expected him to take control of the situation after some time of you bossing him around and fuck your brains out, thrusting his hips up into yours hard and fast –just how you liked it– until you were nothing but a whiny mess.

you didn’t appreciate at all the unexpected turn of events.

“what does my baby want?” one of his big hands squeezed your thigh, while the other forced your hips to start moving on his dick. “you want me to fuck you?” he asked, biting back a satisfied smirk, and you nodded eagerly, lip trembling slightly under his intense stare. “if you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to show me you deserve it in the first place. ride me like the good girl i know you are.”

kun sat back and relaxed against the headboard, calmly scanning your expression for a hint of what was going on in that little head of yours. although you tried to put on a neutral face, you couldn’t deny the way his words excited you. it was incredible the amount of control kun held in his hand without even trying. you could be the one on top but he was the one who called the shots after all.

so, without putting much of a fight, you lifted yourself a bit until only the head of his cock was left inside of you before dropping all your weight down, letting him slide all the way in once again. the deep groan that left his chest egged you on to fuck yourself on his cock to your heart’s content, so you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. he reached so deep inside of you it made you see stars dancing behind your heavy eyelids.

whimpers and moans fell from your lips as his eyes stayed trained on your figure, on top of him, breasts bouncing with your every move. your thighs burned and your legs shook with exhaustion, body feeling weak, as you tried to keep up your rhythm.

you threw your head back when you noticed the big smirk plastered on kun’s pretty face. a cry of his name left your lips when his hand that was previously caressing your thigh landed a playful smack on your ass. he hummed in satisfaction when you picked up your pace, rolling your hips with newfound vigour, mouth hung open and struggling to maintain your eyes locked with his.

sweet little praises left your boyfriend’s swollen lips, basking in the way your body reacted to his ministrations before he sat up to capture a nipple with his lips. the new sensation caused your hips to falter, back arching into his mouth with a loud moan escaping your chest before you could stop it.

“enjoying yourself a little too much, huh?” you felt him mumble against your chest, breath fanning over the wet skin and making you shiver. not expecting an answer from you, he began sucking on the sensitive bud, alternating between both tits and making sure to leave pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts for you to find in the morning.

kun didn’t even need a verbal warning of your nearing high, he could tell through your body language. only a couple of seconds later you found yourself coming around his cock, squeezing him, trying to milk him dry. the clenching of your walls triggered his own orgasm and he was barely able to pull out before tipping over the edge, abs flexing with every rope of cum that landed on your asscheeks, leaving you both panting heavily.

“i hope you’re ready for your reward, baby, because i’m not holding back.”

–lia:)

twenty three — new friendz

pairing: solo artist!park sunghoon x photographer!female reader

genre: fluff, tiny angst

warnings: none

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please, lie to me | pjm (m.)

pairing: seelie!jimin x mundane!reader

summary: “centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?”

rating: 18+

genre: urban fantasy, shadowhunters!au, angst, smut, fwb!au? (not really), faerie!au

word count: 11k (lol what happened)

warnings: explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex (the fae don’t do protections), pet names, praise kink, fingering, breast play, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, rough sex (what’s new), creampie, manhandling, exhibitionism, marking, edging, forced orgasm, light bruises, a lot of begging, some messy emotional sex, poor OC but Jimin just–

a/n: this is part of The Fabled Collaboration hosted by @kimtaehyunq​ (thank you for this gorgeous banner and for being patient with me >.&lt;) , @joontopia & @whipped-for-kpop-fics​. i’ve had this idea even before i joined this event so what a coincidence! the fic will have aspects from the Shadowhunter Chronicles by @cassandraclare, particularly The Mortal Instruments. i also wanna thank @lemonjoonah for being supportive when i’m nervous of writing this genre that i’m only used to reading 🥺.

also, listen this song/score while reading, especially near the end to be in the feels (i cried while writing for the first time lol)

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“To love is to destroy”

That was a running joke you kept hearing with your Nephilim friends.

The Nephilim or what they modernly called as Shadowhunters were a race of humans with angelic blood that protected ordinary humans from demons and they coordinated with Downworlders which consisted of warlocks, werewolves, vampires and the fae. All of them were part of the Shadow World and they called humans like you as mundanes.

You were with your Nephilim friends for a weekend hangout, the schedule they set since they were always so busy with their missions these days that you could barely see them. The booming sound of the club’s current song was what all you can hear while you were trying to avoid the amount of people dancing on the floor. 

Not that this was the only club that you go to, but it’s the only place where you could meet them as it catered to both mundane and Downworlders. Though you had been hearing rumours about demons coming here to victimize the mundane patrons, you didn’t seem to care because you knew your friends would protect you anyways.

Passing through the dancing people turned out to be a struggle because you actually lost sight of your friends but then you felt someone’s stare.

Czytaj dalej

CHAPTER ONE … the stranger in the woods

pairing : ateez x f!reader (eventual poly relationship)

genre : atla au, slow burn, comedy, angst, fluff

word count : 2.6k

warnings : language, mentions of being attacked by fire benders

note : tag list has been moved to the end of chapter! feedback is appreciated!

you found a stranger in the woods during a storm, not yet knowing that it seemingly change your life.

IT WAS RAINING THE DAY YOU CAME ACROSS THE STRANGER. the storm had been raging on for what felt like hours now, and you were surprised to see that the large gusts of winds and rain hadn’t blown you away yet. 

but the storm was the least of your worries as you found the stranger, heavily injured and now thanks to the rain, covered in mud and leaves. he looked like he was on the verge of death and you noticed the burn marks here and there on his body. you felt your hands throb underneath their bandages as you remember how it felt to be burned by fire – or firebenders.

was he attacked by firebenders? was what ran through your head as you picked him up, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you hurried as fast as you could back to your grandmother’s house. 

your grandmother was surprised when you busted through the door with the stranger, and she immediately had you lay him down in order to patch his wounds up. you hadn’t noticed it when you picked him up, now that you were out of the storm, you took in his vibrant blue arrow tattoos that covered his body. 

was he an airbender? you had only heard stories of how the airbenders would gain those tattoos after mastering their element. you figured only older air nomads had those arrow tattoos, but you’re glad to see your assumption proven wrong. you also couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the stranger was. 

he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. not even the village’s most handsome could match against this stranger. 

“he should be fine now, thankfully his injuries weren’t too bad,” your grandmother says and you let out a sigh you hadn’t known to have been holding. after that, your grandmother scolded you to go change your clothes, not fully noticing how you were still soaked to the bone. your mind is only concerned about the stranger. 

“do you think he was attacked by firebenders?” you asked your grandmother after you had changed your clothes. the older woman is silent for a moment as she stirs the soup she had been previously making before you stormed inside the door. 

“his injuries sure do seem like that’s what happened,” she replies, but you can sense the dread that takes over her body. she really didn’t want that to be the case. recently, you had overheard several of the men in the village talk about how the fire nation has been seen all over the earth kingdom. 

everyone felt tense about it, and rightfully so. the fire nation was a powerful nation with their military and obviously also thanks to their bending powers. fire. some would consider fire to be the most powerful element, but others would argue and say it was the most destructive. 

you would have to agree with fire being the most destructive element. only because you’ve only seen people use it for destruction. 

“i heard some men in the village say they’re worried about the fire nation. some travelers are talking about how they are planning to start a war with the other nations,” you say as you fumble with one of her many nick-nacks that sat on the table. 

it all felt weird and something uneasy sat in your stomach at how this was all going. your eyes drifted over to the stranger who laid peacefully in bed. 

“i’m not sure, dear, many things happen in this world without reason or explanation and sometimes we just have to accept those things. if the fire nation starts a war, the other nations can only do what they can to either stop it or fight back.”

her words settled on your mind for the rest of the night, even as you ate and went to bed. the stranger was still unconscious and the storm still savagely raged on. you remember your grandmother mumbling about how the spirits must be upset about something for the storm to be this harsh. 

WHEN YOU WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, you find the stranger trying his best to make it to the door. you let out a gasp at the sight of him limping towards the door. 

“hey, you can’t go out! you’re still injured!” you say doing your best to stop him from leaving. the stranger, despite his injuries, is surprisingly much stronger than he seems. he easily blows a gust of air at you, knocking you down as he reaches for and opens the door. you let out a huff as you move and manage to grab his ankle, stopping him from moving. 

“let go! i have to go find moni!” he hisses out trying to pry your hand away from his leg. 

“no! you’re still injured! you need to rest before you hurt yourself even more,” you bite back before pulling on the stranger’s ankle and making him stumble back. 

the stranger falls back, landing on your body and you both let out a groan and you hear footsteps coming from somewhere else in the house, that you can only assume it's your grandmother.

“what on earth are you two doing?” she asks, coming into the room and is surprised to see the stranger collapsed on top of you. 

“he was trying to leave, granny! i was just… ugh, trying to stop him. hey, will you… please get off me! you’re kind of heavy,” you say and you feel the stranger shift before he manages to roll off of you and you are quick to stand up. 

“i need to leave! i have to go find moni before those fire bastards find him!” the stranger says and it only confirms the fact that he was attacked by firebenders. 

“boy, you are in no shape to be looking for your friend. you need to rest,” your grandmother says as she helps him up and makes him sit back on the bed. “if it makes you feel better, my granddaughter will go search for him.”

you look at your grandmother in shock. surprised that she would volunteer for you to search for this stranger’s friend. 

“that’s very kind of you, but i would rather look for him. i know he’s probably very scared right now especially thanks to the storm that was going on last night,” the stranger says as he once more stands up. he lets out a small grunt as he stands, but tries his best to hide it. 

“then let her go with you. my granddaughter is very familiar with these woods and will help you find your friend faster,” she says and the stranger looks from her to you before down at the floor. its obvious he’s considering it, thinking it over before he lets out a small sigh. its clear your grandmother will not let him go out by himself, adamant on you going with this stranger. 

“fine, if you are insistenting then i guess i could use the help,” he says and your grandmother smiles at him before she turns to pack your bag for you to take. 

“yeosang,” the stranger says as he watches your grandmother pack the bag. you look at the man with a confused look. “my name… it's yeosang,” he finishes.

“oh, i’m y/n,” you tell him with a little smile. 

“SO… WHAT DOES YOUR FRIEND LOOK LIKE?”

“large, fury,” he answers as the two of you walk through the forest together. the aftermath of the storm is something you haven’t seen before. trees uprooted and threw across the forest, branches broken here and there, and it really looked like a tornado had swept through the area. 

“well, then he should be pretty easy to find then. there’s a cave not too far from here, maybe he went there to hide,” you suggested after the two of you basically climbed over a large log before continuing on the dirt path that had been basically man-made over the years of people using this route to travel between the different villages in the earth kingdom. 

“that’s probably a good place to check,” he says before he allows you to lead him to the cave that’s nearby. the cave is usually a place known to the villagers, especially the kids who are hiding there from their parents when they are going through their “runaway” phase. 

“it should be close,” you tell yeosang as and sure enough the two of you come across the cave. yeosang quicken up his pace as he rushed into the cave, calling out to his friend as he entered it.

“moni! moni, are you here? moni!” his voice echoes throughout the cave as you follow close behind him. you were shocked when you seen a large bison hiding out inside the cave, but this didn’t seem like any regular bison. the arrow design on its fur let you know this was a flying bison and more than likely yeosang’s “friend” he was looking for.

“moni!” yeosang said with a sigh of relief as he ran up to the bison and hugged him. the bison lets out a small roar before he lazily licks yeosang who you notice smiles up at the bison before he’s turning to you, his smile somewhat disappearing, but still remaining on his face. “thank you for helping me find moni,” he tells you and you feel a heat rush over your face as you as you can notice the rather gentle smile overtake yeosang’s face. 

“um, it's no problem! but… you still need to rest though, you’re in no place to be trying to leave or fly anywhere,” you tell him, still concerned over his well being. 

you can tell yeosang is conflicted about what you are telling him. you can see the conflict of everything going through his mind and you wonder if there’s something else he’s worried about. something different than finding his flying bison. 

did it have something to do with the firebenders attacking him? was he separated from someone else and wanting to go find them?

“how long will it take until i can leave?” he asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

“three days at the most,” you answer him. 

“then i’ll stay and rest, then on the third day i’ll leave. i… have someone that i need to find,” he says, proving your theory that he was probably wanting to go look for someone. 

“okay,” you tell him before you and him are making your way back to your grandmother’s house. yeosang is kind enough to allow you to ride on the back of moni. 

THE NEXT THREE DAYS, you spend making sure yeosang doesn’t push himself while also helping take care of moni. the giant bison seemingly takes a quick interest in you as you feed him different types of vegetables that you and your grandmother grew in her small garden, plus whatever you had bought at the market in the village. 

you have also started taking a liking to yeosang, he’s become a nice addition to the house that only kept you and your grandmother. the airbender would often share things with you about his people, telling you stories that date back to centuries ago. 

you’ve noticed that your village has also taken a liking to yeosang, the village children entranced by his cool persona. often begging him to show them some of his airbending, which he does but not without a few playful complaints thrown in. 

“where are you going to go once you heal?” you ask him on the his last night. the two of you are laying in a field near your grandmother’s. moni is not too far away as well, rolling around peacefully in the field. 

you refuse to look at yeosang, instead keeping your eyes on the stars above you. word has been spreading that the fire nation is starting to close in on the earth kingdom with rumors about them already killing most of the air nomads. 

“i’m not sure, i just know i need to find my friend,” he says and you can hear the concern in his voice at the thought of perhaps not finding his friend. 

“your friend… he’s really precious to you isn’t he?” you ask, feeling your heart race for some unknown reason, or rather one you refuse to acknowledge. 

“he is, that’s why i need to find him before the fire nation does,” yeosang says with a sudden spark of determination. “do you have anyone precious to you?” he then asks, catching you off guard.

“my grandmother is precious to me,” you tell him, but you know that’s not what he means. 

“is there anyone else?” yes, you want to tell him, but you don’t think you have the heart to talk about him. yeosang turns his head briefly to look at you as he notices your quietness. he’s greeted with the sight of your glossy eyes as you continue to look up at the stars. “i’m sorry… you don’t– i shouldn’t have asked.”

“it’s okay, i lost him because i wasn’t brave enough and i think i’ll probably regret it for the rest of my life,” you confess with a heavy heart as you wipe your tears away. the two of you bask in the silence between each other for a few more hours, before yeosang is helping you onto moni and is taking you back to your grandmother’s.

it feels odd to see yeosang off. you want him to stay, but you know he needs to find his friend. the two of you are standing in front of each other, you shuffle from foot to foot as your eyes look from anywhere but at the airbender in front of you. his wounds have healed nicely and you’re happy to see that he’s gotten his strength back. 

“um… thank you, y/n, for finding me and helping me,” yeosang says as he looks at you with a soft smile. the two of you have definitely warmed up to each other over the past three days, but you still feel like he’s a stranger to you. you kind of don’t want him to leave so soon, you want to get the chance to know him better.

before you can say anything, your grandmother is coming out of the house, a bag in her hands before she’s basically shoving the bag into your own. 

“g-granny? what are you doing?” you ask, taken off guard by her actions. 

“my dear, you’re going to join yeosang on his journey. he’ll need someone to look after him and moni,” she says with a smile and you miss the blush that overtakes yeosang’s face.

“go with… yeosang? but granny, what about you? i need to stay and help you out,” you say, you would love to go with yeosang, this could be your chance to leave your village, but… what about your granny? you need to be here for her and help her out around the house.

“my y/n, you don’t need to worry about me. i feel that yeosang might need you more during his journey,” she tells you and you turn to look at yeosang who is already looking at you. 

“i don’t think your grandmother is going to let me leave without you,” he starts and you feel kind of bad. like your grandmother has literally pressured him into making him take you along with him. “but i don’t mind. moni seems to have really taken a liking to you, and it would be nice to have some company,” he adds with a smile making you smile as well.

“well, then i guess i can’t argue with you and granny. so… should we be off then?” you ask and yeosang nods. you bid goodbye to your granny before yeosang is helping you on top of moni. the two of you take off as you finally ask yeosang who you are looking for. 

“his name is hongjoong, and he’s… he’s the avatar,” he confessed to you.

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FIRST LOVE … one - shot (18+)

pairing : dragon!wooyoung x witch!f!reader

genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, hurt / comfort, smut (pwp)

word count : 4.6k

warnings : language, slight blood, negative thoughts about oneself, cheating accusations, miscommunication, mentions of dragon hunting, nightmares, allusion to possible ptsd

smut warnings : unprotected sex, concept of mates / mating, monster cock!wooyoung, virgins!woo & yn, love making, marking / biting

requested by : bestie @songmingisthighs

wooyoung has been acting strange lately and after avoiding you one too many times, and you finally break down and question what is really going on with him.

WOOYOUNG HAD BEEN ACTING STRANGE LATELY. which at first you hadn’t thought anything about, maybe it was some dragon thing you weren’t aware of. however, it started to get concerning when he began avoiding you more and more each day.

it began with simple and quick responses which slowly turned into just one word answers. then he started detaching himself from you, you go to hold his hand and he would rip it away. like your skin was burning his and it made you feel awful. when he would go out to either hunt or visit the nearby town, he would be gone for longer than usual. then he just stopped speaking to you and even avoided sleeping in your shared bed.

you remember waking up to find him sleeping in the extra room you had at the cottage, the room that you converted into a bedroom when you first met him. it had been years since he slept there and finding him there alone instead of with you made your heart twist and it honestly made you want to throw up.

was this his way of telling you he didn’t love you anymore. that he was tired of you and was wanting to leave. but if he wanted to leave then why didn’t he? why did he keep coming back? did he pity you or something.

“wooyoung,” you decided to confront him one day. the red haired dragon was outside tending to your shared garden — it was his day to tend to it, when you approached him. he says nothing so you decide to continue, “what’s been going on with you lately? you’ve been distancing yourself from me. you won’t even speak to me, let alone look at me. did i… did i do something wrong?”

again, you are met with silence as his back remains facing you. you can feel the tears begin to form and you have to take a quick breath in order to not cry.

“do you want to leave?” you finally ask, feeling your heart break as you do so. it’s only when you ask that does wooyoung stop picking herbs and turn to look at you. his face is void of emotions, which is extremely unusual coming from him, as he looks at you. “if you do… then please just go. i don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be,” you add before turning away and heading back into the cottage just as the tears start to fall.

the rest of the day went by with you working on making different medicines and potions, completely ignoring wooyoung. not that he probably noticed anyway since he had been doing the same to you for weeks now. when nightfall came, you continued to stay inside your workroom, still not having the energy to see wooyoung.

when you do eventually come out hours later, you find a plate of food sitting on your small dining table. you feel like crying again due to how even if wooyoung is unhappy here, he still took the time to make your dinner as well.

you know that sooner or later you will have to let him go, and you slowly realized that when you sat by yourself eating a cold dinner while the man you love was asleep in the bedroom down the hall.

THAT REALIZATION CAME SOONER than you thought when you woke up the next morning being alone. you woke up feeling like something was off and once you surveyed the cottage, it was only then that you noticed wooyoung was gone.

he really left, you think as take in the neatly made bed of the room he had been staying in. did he even sleep in last night or did he leave once you finally went to bed? you didn’t want to cry anymore, but the knowledge of finally being alone again overwhelmed you as you fell to your knees and sobbed.

you thought that maybe wooyoung would be different. that he would stay and that you wouldn’t have to bare being alone anymore after the years you had suffered being alone. but no. wooyoung left just like chaewon and your teacher and even your mother.

but you don’t blame wooyoung for leaving. you can’t find it in yourself to hate him because you love him so much. you remained on the floor until the tears finally stopped and then you stood up and started your day.

you hate how easily you found it to fall back in a rhythm of doing everything by yourself, even after it’s been several days since wooyoung left. how your body and mind are just use to doing things by yourself. you can’t help but fall back in the lonely feeling you felt several years ago.

the feeling swallows you whole as you go about your day and even when you have to take the journey to the nearby village to get some more herbs and supplies. even when the villagers greet you, you can’t escape the loneliness and the fact that they will all still have someone at home waiting for them while you will return back to an empty cottage.

after you get your herbs and are making your way back to your cottage when you pass by the village healer’s shop. you find yourself coming to a halt when you watch the door to the shop open and out steps a familiar head of red hair. you’re shocked to see wooyoung as you would have figured he would be long gone by now. especially since it’s been several days, almost a whole week, since he left the cottage.

is this where he went? is this where’s he’s been? so many questions are swarming through your head as you as you watch wooyoung speak to the healer. he looks different somehow, like his whole aura and energy has changed. and most importantly of all… wooyoung was finally smiling.

you felt bitter and maybe a little jealous at seeing him interact with the healer. why was he visiting this healer when you were right there with him this whole time. if he was sick, why didn’t he come to you about it? why did he distance himself and basically shun you away from him?

something then hits you that makes you want to cry and tear your heart out. what if he wasn’t sick and was seeing the healer for another reason? what if… what if the healer was making wooyoung happy when you couldn’t anymore.

you feel the herbs slipping out of your hands and onto the ground, but you don’t bother to pick them up. you don’t have the energy to pick them up as all you had can do is turn and runaway from the sight of wooyoung and the healer and back into the forest.

tears blur your vision as you run through the forest, unsure if you’re even going in the right direction. you don’t care anymore. you don’t care if you make it back to the cottage, you just want to run. run far away in hopes that you’ll never have to see any other human, witch, dragon, or any other mythical creature again. you want to be alone for the rest of your miserably sad life.

alone.

because that’s all you deserve.

you suddenly trip over some up-grown tree roots and falling fast to the ground. your hands and knees slid across the ground the tree roots, scraping them as you fell while the air was knocked out of you. once you manage to sit up, you remain on the forest floor for several moments. you don’t have the energy anymore after knowing that wooyoung has potentially found someone else to make him happy. to make him smile and to receive his love.

what did you do wrong? you question yourself as you look up at the sky. maybe should accept the fact that witches and dragons are never meant to be together. because no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that dragons and witches could never get along, you wanted to prove yourself wrong. you want to prove all the other witches wrong in that a witch and dragon could love each other.

“y/— are — /n— y/n!”

you don’t hear the familiar voice calling for you. nor do you hear the leaves crunching and heavy footsteps as the person searches for you.

“y/n! please, say something! where are you?” you turn to see wooyoung standing a good distance away from you. he’s out of breath as he stares at you before he makes his way towards you.

“y/n?” his voice is soft, softer than what you had heard in the last few weeks, as he drops to his knees in front of you. “what are doing out here in the middle of the forest?”

is that all he has to say after weeks of shutting you out? why is he suddenly caring about you after leaving for a week? why?

he tries to touch you, but you shove his hands away as you feel the tears build up once more.

“what—

“how dare you try to act that you care about me all of a sudden! how dare you act like you hadn’t ignored and pushed me away for weeks before leaving in the middle of the night! how dare you leave me alone, jung wooyoung! i hate you so much!” you sob as you hit his chest weakly.

wooyoung doesn’t say anything at first as he opts to pull you into his arms. you try to fight him at first, but eventually you give up and finally accept that you are in his arms again.

“i’m sorry for acting the why i did and for leaving. i know i shouldn’t have but i was scared and confused. will you come with me, so i can explain everything?” he asks as he pulls you away gently from him to look at your glassy eyes.

YOU’RE SURPRISED WHEN WOOYOUNG turns into his dragon form and heads for the direction of the southern mountains. you want to question the dragon, but you realize you better wait until you land. you knew the southern mountains were filled with all sorts of magical creatures.

you also knew about the dragon oracle that resided in the mountain, having heard many tales about how she had killed many dragon hunters and took in clanless dragons.

your eyes filtered down to wooyoung when you thought of clanless dragons. you knew wooyoung was one which is mainly why he had been living with you since you met him. you remember how scared and wounded he was when you found him on the verge of death near your cottage. how he tried to fight you off and refused your help before you basically dragged him inside your cottage with all your strength.

you remember him telling you how his clan had been burned to the ground by dragon hunters. he wasn’t sure if his family had even made it out, that his mother pushed him to run as a far away as he could. you know wooyoung still has nightmares about what happened to his clan, even years later. you always feel awful when he wakes up sobbing in the middle of the night, all you can do is hold him and comfort him.

hopefully the healer will be able to comfort him from now on like you use to.

you look up from wooyoung to see the southern mountains coming into view. you keep having to remind yourself how faster it is to travel by dragon and how easily they cross lands within such a short amount of time compared to humans.

when wooyoung lands, you make quick work to slide off of him and you notice the small house not too far from where he landed. where did he take you?

“wooyoung, where are we?” you ask turning to see the red haired dragon back in his human form as he makes his way towards you.

“this is… this is where the southern mountains’ dragon oracle lives,” wooyoung starts, “this is where i was this past week,” he adds on as he takes a few steps in front of you in order to lead you towards the home of the dragon oracle.

“why?” you ask as you follow wooyoung up the seemingly earth-made steps. you stumble a little on one step and wooyoung is quick to turn and catch you, pulling you to his chest, your faces only centimeters apart.

your mind flashes back to seeing wooyoung in the village with the healer, and you move away from him and you let out an awkward cough. “thank you…” you mumble before going in front of him.

“her name is seolhyun,” wooyoung tells you once you stand in front of the oracle’s door. he goes to knock, but before he can the door suddenly swings open and there stands the dragon oracle.

she’s older than both you and wooyoung, but is beautiful nonetheless. she looks between you and wooyoung for a moment before they settle on you.

“it’s been many moons since i seen an umbra witch, may your clan rest in peace now,” she says to you as she slightly bows her head and you return it, for reasons you’re unsure of.

“oracle seolhyun, i’m sorry to bother you but—

seolhyun puts a hand up, stopping wooyoung from speaking any further. she looks at you with a small smile as she steps aside as if welcome you into her home.

“umbran witch, please enter, but the dragon must remain out here,” she says and wooyoung looks like he wants to object, but he changes his mind.

you turn to look at wooyoung with a worry glance and he gives you a small smile, “it’s okay, i’ll be right here when you come out.” you hesitate for a moment, not completely sure if you fully trust wooyoung. what’s stopping him from leaving you here while he goes back to the village to that healer.

you don’t say anything as you turn back to the oracle and enter into her house while wooyoung remains outside.

THE INSIDE OF THE ORACLE’S HOUSE is dark with it being illuminated by many candles scattered around the rooms. you notice that heavy fabric curtains drape over the windows, blocking out any and all natural light.

“come, umbra witch,” the older dragon says guiding you through her home where she sits you down in a chair. “do you want some tea?”

“um, sure, please,” you say feeling a little odd at how this all seems.

“your dragon brought you here for a reason,” she begins from behind you as she makes tea for the two of you. “he came five days ago questioning about himself and his inner dragon,” she adds and you remain quiet. “i told him that his inner dragon spirit was yearning for his mate. that it was was starting to reject his human side and confuse his emotions,” she says and you jump at how the tea kettle suddenly goes off, startling you.

she places two cups on the table between you both, one for you and one for her. “you said his inner dragon was yearning for… his mate? what does that mean?”

“dragons like several other species have mates that they are destined to be with for the rest of their life. some dragons are even blessed with more than one mate, our ancestors seeing this as blessing equaling for good things to come or happen,” she explains the concept of mates to you before she takes a sip of her tea.

“so… wooyoung needs to be with… his mate then?” you ask trying to wrap your head around all the information she just dumped on you.

“his first one. wooyoung is destined to have eight mates, but only when the time is right will he meet the other ones,” she tells you.

“his first one?” you echo and she nods.

“when dragons are near their mates, but haven’t done the mating ritual yet their inner dragon become restless and wants to mate with them immediately even if the dragon doesn’t know that’s what’s happening,” she further explains and it suddenly clicks why wooyoung had been acting the way he had been.

it was his inner dragon that was making him act like this. you want to let out a sigh of relief, but your thoughts stop you as you think of wooyoung and the healer. is the healer… his mate? did he bring you hear to let you know that you weren’t his mate and that’s why he’s leaving you.

“do not overthink things dear umbra witch,” seolhyun says snapping you out of your thoughts. “not everything is what it seems, i suggest you speak with your dragon to solve your heartache.”

“who’s wooyoung’s mate?” you ask without thinking and you cringe at how desperate you sound.

the oracle lets out a small chuckle before speaking, “that is not something for me to answer. now go and speak with your dragon, he is waiting for you.”

you and the oracle bid each other goodbye before you are leaving her home. when you step outside you notice the sun has gone down and wooyoung is still where you left him. at the sound of you exiting the house, wooyoung snaps his head towards you and stand up with expecting eyes.

“what did she tell you?” he asks as he walks towards you but refrains from touching you.

“please take me home,” you tell him, wanting the time to think about what the dragon oracle told you. you also wanted time to think about what you wanted to say to wooyoung once return to your cottage.

WHEN YOU RETURN BACK TO THE COTTAGE, wooyoung follows you inside the familiar home which now has an air of uncertainty and coldness to it.

you know he’s waiting for you to speak as he hovers behind you, but you don’t know if you’re ready to speak to him yet. you don’t know if you’re fully ready to accept whether wooyoung might perhaps leave forever after this conversation. you want to prolong it as much as you can, no matter how selfish that may seem.

“y/n…” wooyoung says finally breaking the silence between you two.

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to see the oracle?” you ask, turning to look at him. you were trying hard not to cry. you didn’t want to cry in front of him. “i thought… i thought you— you had actually left,” you add and you notice the dragon licks his lips before he bites his lower one.

you deny how attractive he looks doing that simple action, but you push those thoughts to the back of your mind.

“i don’t know why i didn’t tell you. it was like my mind and body were acting on there own and i didn’t want to worry you more than i already had. it’s not an excuse and i’m sorry for how i acted, i just… i just needed answers,” he explains as you watch his eyes brim with tears and you feel your heart clench at the sight.

“who’s your mate?” you ask suddenly and he looks at you a little surprised and caught off guard by the question.

“isn’t it obvious?” he says looking at you with a lopsided smile as the tears run down his golden cheeks. you hate how beautiful he looks even when crying.

his response is probably what makes you finally cry, as you think about the healer from the village. wooyoung takes a step forward but you take one back away from him.

“please, just go wooyoung, go to that dumb healer and leave me by myself,” you say as you turn away from him as the tears continue to stream down your face.

“healer? what healer?” his voice is full of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“the healer from the village! your mate!” you shout and you’re surprised by how wooyoung grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him.

“y/n, my sweet love, that healer is not my mate. you are, you are my mate. the one i am destined to be with forever,” he says looking at you with full seriousness.

“t-then why were you visiting the healer earlier today?” you question him and wooyoung looks a little shocked before a pink color dusts his cheeks.

“because… i-i was trying to make sure that i took the necessary precautions for when we mated,” he confesses and now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed when you get what he means by ‘mated.’ “i wanted to make sure i didn’t hurt you,” he adds on as he lets your shoulders go, but remains close to you.

“woo…” you say trailing off as you cup his face to have him look at you this time. “i’m sorry for assuming the worst,” you tell him and he lets out a small laugh.

“no,” he says shaking his head, “i’m sorry for making you doubt me, but please now that i will always remain loyal to you,” he says as he takes one of your hands and places a gently kiss on your palm.

WOOYOUNG HOVERS OVER YOU, the both of you naked and full vulnerable to each other as you lock eyes. your chest is covered in many love bites and your legs are shaking in anticipation for the two of you to finally become one.

“let me know if you start to feel any sort of pain, okay?” he says and you nod but wooyoung encourages you to use your voice.

“yes, wooyoung, i’ll let you know,” you tell me and he smiles before leaning down to you. wooyoung sits up a little in order to grab the oil he had gotten from the healer, an oil that it is meant to help makes things easier.

he’s about to pout some in his hand when you stop him, and he looks at you with concerned eyes. “let me do it,” you tell him, taking the bottle of oil from his hands before pouring some in your open palm. taking in the sight of his hard cock, you can’t help but feel the excitement and nervousness that courses through your veins.

wooyoung let’s out a long and loud moan as you begin to slowly stroke him. he tilts his head back and you take the moment to admire how his golden skin glistens with sweat and is covered in love bites. he looks beautiful like this and you can’t help but admire him a little longer as you stroke him.

“a-ah, y/n!” he says as he bucks his hips up before he’s reaching for the bottle of oil. he pours some the best he can while you continue to stroke him, covering his fingers in the oil before he’s tossing it to the side. his own hand comes down to cup your pussy before he’s easily sliding in two fingers making you let out a loud moan as the feeling of his fingers.

“fuck, you’re pussy feels so tight, can’t wait to fuck it, love,” he tells you making a heat come over your skin as he fingers you and forces you to listen to the wet sounds that come from your lower half. “it even sounds just a cute as your moans,” he adds with a large grin before he’s leaning over to kiss you.

“w-wooyoung, please, please fuck me,” you say once he pulls away from your lips and he smiles before slowly pulling out his fingers while you give his cock one last stroke.

“lay down, love,” he says and you find yourself in a the same position you were in a few minutes ago. his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs as he spreads them and he smiles at the sight of your glistening pussy that is covers in both your own juices and the oil.

you feel your legs shake in excitement as he positions his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing in. your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders as moans continue to leave your lips and a large gasp leaves your lips once he bottoms out.

your legs wrap around his waist while his fingers dig into your hips that you know will leave bruises, but you feel too euphoric to care. wooyoung’s cock sits nicely inside you, allowing you to adjust to his size before he moves. you become impatient as you move your hips a little. wooyoung let’s out a small chuckle as he kisses the side of your head before he begins moving his hips in slow strokes before he begins to pick his pace up.

“f-fuck! fuck— wooyoung!” you moan out as you rake your nails down his back as he moves your legs over his shoulders.

“fuck— y/n, i love you so much, gonna let me mate me. gonna let me mark you and come— ngh, inside you?” he voice is strained a little as he continues to drill his hips into yours.

“y-yes! please woo! you make me feel so good, i love you, too!” you cry out before wooyoung is pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips when he pulls away you witness the line of spit connecting your lips before wooyoung is trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and to your shoulder.

you clench around his cock when you realize what he is about to. the red haired dragon lets out an open mouth moan as he licks a strip up your neck before kissing a spot on your shoulder. you let out a cry once he bites your shoulder, breaking through the skin slightly before he’s pulling away and licking at the bite mark.

you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you are overcome with a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach. “w-wooyoung, i feel— i feel strange,” you tell him.

“want me to stop?” he asks as he slows his pace down a little bit.

“n-no, keep going,” you tell him and he complies as he picks his speed back up and you can’t help but clench down one his cock once again. it’s only then that the feeling seems to snap and your whole body shakes. wooyoung does a few more good thrust before he’s stilling inside of you. sheathing his cock as far as he can before you can feel his come shooting inside your pussy. it’s a weird feeling, you think as wooyoung moves your legs and you once again wrap them lazily around his waist to keep him close to you.

wooyoung is out of breath as he collapses on top of you and you let out a small huff at his sudden weight. you kiss his temple as you rub his in a soothing motion as you feel him kiss the area around his mark.

“my pretty, pretty mate, you look so beautiful. can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you,” he says with a slight slur to his words.

“you’re my pretty mate too, youngie,” you tell him with a smile as you hold him impossibly close to you.

wooyoung sits up, hands on either side of your head as he looks you with suddenly serious eyes.

“i meant it when i said i love you,” he says as he leans down rest his forehead against yours. “i will always be here and protect you, no matter what happens when we meet our other mates. you will always be my priority, don’t ever forget that, please.”

his words shock you and you wonder where they suddenly came from, “okay. i love you too wooyoung. forever and always.”

“forever and always, my first love,” he says before kissing you and you spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth and love of each other.

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LIBRARY OF ILLUSION : INTRODUCTION ... mature rated series

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pairing : ateez x f!reader

genre : fantasy, mature, supernatural, multiple genres

word count : 2.1k

warnings : language, fear, choking, allusion of death

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down on your luck and desperate, you search for the treasure of legends and your journey brings you to the mysterious library of illusion where not everything is what it seems.

this was it. this was the legendary library that you had been searching for. many people telling you that it was just that, a legend. not real and that you were just wasting your time.

you wish you could shove the library right in their face and laugh at them. the ones who told you it was useless to attempt this journey.

however, despite how legendary and mythical it was rumored to be, you couldn't help but feel like you had been here before. the tall and rather large structure gave off an air of familiarity that you weren't use to. it was odd.

you can't help, but stop the cold chill that ran down your spine the longer you looked at the building. you needed that treasure. you were determine to get the mythical treasure. the ability to grant one wish to the person who finds the library.

your eyes drifted up to the dark wood sign plastered above the oak doors of the library entrance. library of illusion. what an odd name for a building, but maybe that's what comes with being a legendary library.

letting out a deep breath, you took to finally going up the stairs before reaching for the handles. when your hand brushed against the golden knob, you couldn't help but let out a yelp at the electric shock it sent through your system.

you can't help but rip your hand away from the knob as you look down at your hand. the tingle feeling spreading through your fingers and up your arm. when the shock subsides that's when you notice a mark flashing on the back of you hand. it honestly appeared so quickly, that you almost missed it. like a compass.

you didn't have time to comprehend it all as the doors to the library then slowly began to open. you felt a chill run down your spine as you watched to doors open on their own. you couldn't help but think that something was going to jump out an grab you.

however, nothing happened when the doors finished opening all the way and you were able to let out a breath you didn't realize you had been holding. you try to shake off the fear that was lingering around you. it was too late to be scared and run away. not when you were finally here. not when you were so close.

that's when you finally start heading inside the library. like a small force is pulling into the library and once you were inside that's when the large doors shut behind you. you let out a startled yell in surprise by the sudden noise. you heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears as you look at the doors with wide eyes.

you feel a sudden warmth take over you. beckoning you further into the library, and you allow it to guide you. taking step after step further and further in the mythical library. you can't help but look around in wonder at the place. sure it looked legendary and had an ancient feel to it, but the inside of it. the inside of the library was ageless. like it was protected from the harsh realities of the world outside.

like you could stay in here forever and never know how much time had passed.

that's when your eyes find it. it has to be where the treasure is. you felt your legs carry you over to the locked up section of the library. a large and extravagant lock separating you from what has to be the treasure.

"ugh, what the hell is this?" you were shocked by the lock, taking in the heavy black colored metal with silver engraving. a large flower decorated the front of the lock. "a lunar tear?"

you had recognized the flower as one of legend much like this library. the white flower was rumored to grant any one who found it one wish. the flower itself was extremely hard to cultivate and only grew in the most dangerous of places in nature.

but what was a symbol of it doing on this lock?

you couldn't help but feel frustrated at this whole thing. you were so close, only to stopped by some damn lock. you couldn't help but clench your fist in anger at the lock.

you let out a sigh before attempting to reach out for the lock, but before your hand could touch it. you felt a heavy pang spread through your body. you couldn't help but take a step away from the locked off section, hand immediately coming up to your head as another sharp pang spread through you.

it really felt the pain in your right eye. your own eyeball throbbing and you had the sudden urge to tear it out of your socket. you felt your breath pick up as your vision began to blur.

too many senses, too much pain spreading through you as you could only get further away from the lock and treasure. you couldn't comprehend anything, the pain in my body – your eye – being too painful and you couldn't think straight.

then you felt something pulling at your body, hoisting you up from the ground and you had to wonder when you fell to the ground in the first place.

but you weren't allowed time to think as you were suddenly pinned to a bookshelf behind. your vision still unfocused and the pain in your eye still lingering as you felt a pressure against your throat.

"what the hell are you doing here? how did you get into this place?" the voice is deep and animalistic and your begin to worry for your safety a little bit.

"answer me, human," what you realize as a hand now around your throat, squeezes your throat adding some unwanted pressure and cutting off your oxygen.

you couldn't decide which was worse, the pain in your eye or this stranger cutting off your air supply.

"huh are yo–

the stranger seemingly cuts themselves off suddenly, their grip on your throat loosening a little bit before tightening again, but harder.

"hongjoong, i swear to fucking– if this is some sick way of messing with me," his face his inches away from yours, and its finally when your vision begins to become clearer. that's when you notice how handsome the stranger is in front of you. his eyes set in a death glare, that you are sure could kill.

you try your best to pull his hand away, it becoming increasingly harder breathe by the second.

"p-plea– gah, p-please, n-not–

you weren't able to finish your sentence cause of the stranger's grip tightening, "how fucking dare you send a image of her, what are you trying to do?"

"n-not– plea– hong–joong," you manage to say clawing at his arm, and that's when the mark on your hand glows again. catching the stranger's attention and finally making him release his hold on you.

you fall to floor, gasping for breath – for literally any breath as the stranger stands above you looking down at you. you notice how his eyes are looking at you with... remorse... guilt.

you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. you can't wrap your head around why you felt like this, but why did he... why did he seem so familiar to you. like you have seen him before, like you know him.

"you're here for the treasure aren't you?" he asks, voice suddenly emotionless as he stares down at you.

"y-yes," you cringe at how rough and patchy your voice sounds. you take another few deep breathes, before attempting to stand up, using the bookshelf you were previous pinned to as support.

"of course, you're here for the treasure," he begins, his tone sounding extra venomous at the last word. "you humans are always the same."

"aren't you... aren't you human as well?"

he lets out a laugh, not at your words, but more directed at you, "little flower, i haven't been such a thing in my entire existence."

little flower. the name sends a chill down your spine, like its something you've heard before. something you've been called before. but nothing like that has ever happened before to you.

"please, i need the treasure," you begin to beg as you follow behind him as he turns to walk away from you. you notice his cloak he's wearing flows behind him elegantly as walks.

"that's what they all say," he says, not turning to look at you.

"please, how do i get inside that area," you say pointing towards the locked section, despite him not looking at you.

"that 'area' are you just called it is the restricted section. its off-limits to everyone," he says as he comes to stop at another bookshelf.

"but it has– it has a lock which means it can be opened," you insist; however, the stranger immediately turns towards you. eyes full of angry as he grips your face tightly, suddenly, as he brings you close to him. you feel fear run through your body once more, not wanting to look away from the handsome man.

"why do you want the treasure?"

"i-i have a friend, he's sick and i heard the treasure... that the treasure can be worth enough to set a person up for the rest of their life. i need it, to help him," you explain, feeling your heart rate pick up as you tell this stranger why you wanted the treasure. "i want a happy life with him with no worries."

"what is he sick with?"

"the black scrawl," you say, feeling a lump in your throat form.

"that illness is incurable and your journey is pointless. you're friend will die no matter you do," he says as he lets you go and begins to make his way down the aisle.

"but i need to help him! i can't just let him die without trying something!" you say, feeling anger corse through your being as you look at the stranger. "please! help me, i'm begging you. have some compassion."

"compassion? i've given enough compassion to those who have come through here and all have been for nothing. no has every successful gotten to the restricted section with dying. being killed by the trails and failing to gain the keys."

"i need to try, for my friend."

he let's out a sigh before finally turning back to you, "fine. it would be pointless to argue with you anyways. stubborn girl," he says mumbling that last part despite you hearing him anyways. you decided to not say anything.

"this library is magical, if you haven't picked up on it already. marking those who it finds worthy and allowing them to enter," he explains and you look down at your hand where you remember seeing that strange compass mark appear. "if you wish to enter the restricted section, you – as you have picked up – must collect the seven keys to unlock it." he adds on as he leads you through the library.

"how do i get the keys?"

"you must venture into the section, each one based around a genre you would find in a regular library. each section is guarded by a guardian and you must pass their trail, collect their key, and gain their mark. there is science fiction," he says gesturing to one section, "horror, history," he says gesturing to some others, "mystery, fantasy, and adventure."

you counted before realizing, "that's only six keys. what about the seventh one?"

"gather the first six and the seventh and final key will reveal itself to you," he tells you as he turned to look at you.

"sooo, meet the guardians, pass their trail, gain their mark and key, and then i get enter the restricted section and take the treasure?" the stranger nods his head at your words.

"be warned that each section will teleport you into their world. the guardian may be... surprised when they see you, but do not let them distract you. if you get distracted and lose sight of what you are after, then you will trapped in that section forever," you feel a chill run down your spine at his warning.

the stranger is about to turn away once again, leaving you alone in the looming sections when you call out to him, or attempt to call out to him. "wait! what is your name?"

"for now you may simply call me the keeper of keys," he says before turning away and disappearing within the vast shelves of the library, leaving you alone. you let out a sigh before turning to give one final look at the restricted section.

soon, you think.

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LIBRARY OF ILLUSION : THE TWILIGHT PRINCESS ... mature rated series

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pairing : pirate!mingi x princess!reader

genre: adventure, smut, pirate au

word count : 3k

warnings : language, 8ft tall mingi (implied monster mingi), mentions of death

smut warnings : unprotected sex, monster cock!mingi, size difference, manhandling, fingering, stomach bulge (kind of), princess (both title and pet name)

journeying into the first section, adventure, you soon find yourself placed in the shoes of a princess aboard a pirate ship where she is attempting to take her kingdom back from twilight. without much guidance, you find yourself face to face with the first guardian as you attempt to complete his trial.

you felt like you were teetering from side to side as you made an attempt to stand up. it was a poor attempt as you immediately fell back to the ground. the ground being the deck of the pirate ship you had stowed away on.

wait a minute.

you didn't stow away on a pirate ship.

last thing you remember was being inside that library, you had ventured into the adventure section and then...

huh, you don't remember. you let out a sigh as you once again attempt to stand up. you bunched up the skirt of you dress, your heels making a rather deep click sound as you finally stood back up.

about damn time, you think as you look around the deck of the ship to see not another soul in sight.

this was wrong. there should be a whole crew of pirates running around in order to make the ship sail smoothly. but it was just you. you probably would have felt more unnerved than you already were if you slowly didn't remember that the guardian of the section had to be here somewhere. right?

your eyes drifted up to the main deck of the ship was, where the wheel remained untouched and you couldn't help but feel like someone should have been there. where was-

a loud crash startled you from your thoughts and you turned to see the door that leads below deck is thrown open. you swallow the large lump in your throat as you take a frightful step back. you were stuck with nowhere to go.

that's when you hear the heavy footsteps that first sound from below deck. you can barely feel the thumping of your heart over the thumping of the footsteps against the wooden steps. then you see a head of brightly colored hair before you're greeted with a sharp gaze. you back away just a little further from the person until you're tripping over your edges of your dress and falling to the ground.

no fucking way... was this the guardian of this section? the adventure guardian. your eyes traveled up his large figure and you concluded that there was no godly way this guardian was human. not with how fiery his hair was and by just how tall he was.

fuck, just how tall was this guy?

"you," he starts and you feel yourself getting flustered with just how deep his voice is. it was like something shot through you as you just kept taking in his appearance. "are you looking for this?" he asks before he's holding up a key that looks a little too tiny in his giant hands.

that's when you remember why you're here. why you got transported to this ship. you needed to pass his trial in order to receive his key and mark of the section. that was what the keeper of keys told you anyways.

"y-yes! it is! give it to me!" you say, quickly standing to your feet. you couldn't help but blink in shock by how demanding you sounded.

"my, my princess, you think that after all this time you've spent on board with us, that you would know how to ask nicely for things. especially when it comes to things you desperately want. did captain not teach you enough manners?" oh god, he's taunting you know and this is when you fully take in his height.

craning your neck up even with the distance between you two. there was no possible way he was human. you can't help the way your heart jumps to your throat and how aggressively butterflies start to swarm around in your stomach. you felt your body slowly get hotter and hotter the longer you stared at him, and you know its rude. you know that ▇▇▇▇ would be upset with you for forgetting your etiquette.

wait, why couldn't you remember his name?

"you know..." he trails off catching your attention. "i'm surprised you're here, and that you look the exact same as you did all those lifetimes ago," he says as he took several steps closer to you until he was bending over slightly in order to take your hand into his and bringing it up to his lips. "you still look as beautiful though," he adds before he's kissing your hand.

why did this all feel so familiar? like you've been here before with this guardian, on this ship, demanding him to give you something, his kissing your hand. you're mind feels a little fuzzy as you're starting to see things, see memories that weren't yours... at least you think they weren't yours.

"mingi, give it to me," you demand again and chill is immediately sent down your spine when the pirate grins at you.

his large hand suddenly comes up to easily squish your cheeks together. you can't help the sudden adrenaline that rushes through your body and to your core even when you feel him manhandle you just a little bit.

"what did i tell you about demanding things from me, princess. have you learned nothing, or is it that you want me to teach you a lesson?" he asks, craning your neck up to forcefully look at him and you can feel yourself moving to stand on your tiptoes as he's able to pick you up with just his one hand. his face is extremely close to yours with his hot breath hitting your face.

you have to will yourself to not try and rub your thighs together. you know that if he finds out how turned on you're becoming thanks to him, he will on taunt you more.

"unless..." he says, smirk painting his face, "you want me to teach you a lesson?" he adds before putting you down and letting go your face. you couldn't help but immediately try and rub the cramp that was forming in your neck.

you then have to stop yourself from immediately jumping away in surprise as mingi bends down, face to face with you as he says, "if you want the key so badly, princess, then let me teach you a few lessons in etiquette."

was this his trial? you thought as you watched him stand back up to his full height and turn on his heel before he once more goes back below deck. was allowing his to teach you a few "etiquette lessons" the trail you had to complete. you couldn't help but lick your lips before you followed after him, your heels clicking against the wooden deck and stairs which earned his attention.

mingi turned around with a smirk on his lips before he took in your slowly flustered looking appearance. "i always knew you were a masochist, princess."

"a-ah! mingi, fuck," you gasp out, your hands fisting the sheets tightly below you as mingi fingered you. your back arched high off the bed as your body tried to pull away from the stimulation. the stimulation and pleasure that was slowly bring you to the edge closer than you wanted it to. "a-a-ah– fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck," you moan when you feel mingi use his free hand to hold you down.

"such a foul mouth, princess, don't you know better than to say such things," mingi tsk'ed at you and you found it quite ironic how him, a pirate, was telling you to watch your mouth. you couldn't help but moan at the pressure on his hand on your stomach as he presses down on you, stopping you from moving as he abused your poor pussy.

fuck and this was only his fingers, you couldn't help but clench around them at the thought of when he finally puts his cock in you. how big you know he'll stretch you out like he's done before.

"m-mingi, it feels so good please! let me come!" you say as mingi's long fingers hit your sweet spot over and over again. you cry out when he does the 'come hither' motion. the heat in your lower stomach keeps growing more and more, and you swear you think you're about to rip the sheets from how hard you're pulling at them.

"mingi– mingi, please let me come!" you beg again, tears welling up in your eyes from how you're back your orgasm. waiting for him to tell you it's okay to come.

"do you think you've been good enough to come, princess? think you deserve to?" mingi is teasing you as you feel him slow his fingers in order to taunt you. fuck this guy.

"yes! yes! i have been! please let me come! let me have your cock, please!" you beg, tears streaming down your face. mingi can't help but chuckle at how desperate you are. he hovers over your body and you feel a pleasured chill run up your spine as he licks one of your tears.

his lips then hover close to your ear as he whispers, "go ahead and come, princess." and just like that you feel the heat in your body snap and you're coming around his long fingers.

you come with a loud, almost ear-piercing cry mixed with a strangled moan and you feel your body shake from how long you had been holding your orgasm. mingi can only grin at how much your body is falling apart just for him and he's quickly leaning over and capturing your lips with his own.

"my princess, you've done so well. are you ready for my cock?" he ask and you immediately nod your head, a mantra of yes's leaving your lips and you feel yourself falling more and more in a fucked induced state.

mingi's grin never leaves his lips as he undoes the buttons of his trousers, your eyes falling his every movements like a hawk. he notes how flushed you look, a layer of sweat covering your whole body as you're trying to catch your breath. he can see the dazed look in your eyes and he's reminded about how he's seen you like this many times before. his princess. their princess.

"mingi," your voice comes out in a whine as you watch him remove the finally layer of his clothing. you can't help but clench at how his hard cock stands proud and almost angry looking. fuck, he's big, you think as you take in his size. the thought of will he fit floats in your head before you're pushing it in the back of your head.

like your body moves on its own, you spread your legs beckoning him between them. mingi notes how despite you coming only moments ago, you're already ready to continue. already ready to take his cock.

"oh, princess, don't look so eager, or else i won't hold back," he says as he moves between your legs and he swears that you spread your legs even further. the inhuman pirate towers over you and you can't help the whine that leaves you when he rests his cock on top of you.

it rubs nicely against your leaking folds as the both of you see how big he is compared to you. his tip resting past your belly button and it sends a shiver over your body from not only his length, but also from it heavily rests against your body and his thickness.

"f-fuck," you moan out as you move your body, your arms hooking underneath your legs in order to hold them up. basically presenting yourself to him. you felt some of your juices run down your pussy and over your ass. "p-please fuck me mingi! i'm up, please mate press me," you beg, voice shaking from how desperate you're feeling.

"oh princess, look at you. not very lady-like of you, did you forget what you were taught or has being on the sea with pirates stripped that away from you," mingi laughs as he reaches over you easily in order to grab a pillow before stuffing it under your lower back. "as much as you like feeling the pain, i don't want to snap your spine in half," he says before he's taking your legs easily with one of his hands and bending you in half.

you let out a surprised cry as you feel mingi enter you, his thick girth stretching you out. you throw your head back, mouth hanging opened as incoherent noises escape you. you feel a line of drool spill out of the corner of you mouth as mingi eventually bottoms out inside of you. your lover lets out a few curses as his entire body towers over you, his one hand pressing holding your legs up as his other hand rest above your head to brace himself.

"fuck, princess, you're so tight," he sounds a little surprised by his words as he begins moving his hips, slowly dragging himself against your walls before pushing back inside you. you feel him rub against your womb nicely, warmly every time he thrust inside of you. the two of you let out a string of moans as he continues to fuck you, his speed picking up with each thrust.

you let out a few shuddered gasp as the thoughts of only mingi and his cock cloud your mind. the thoughts of what you were doing before sits in the back of your mind and this reality and your own start to blend.

are you really a princess who ran away after her kingdom was taken over. running away with your guard and advisor after you watched you're father be killed by the magical army. how ▇▇▇▇ had to rip you away from your father's body, as he carried you away. fuck, why couldn't you remember anyone's name? why only mingi's?

your guard, no he wasn't just your guard but your best friend... your lover. just like your advisor. ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇, no why couldn't you remember their names. why couldn't you remember the captain's name? captain ▇▇▇▇. his face was right there, but blurry and unrecognizable. you feel frustrated for not being to remember your lovers' faces. what kind of princess and lover were you.

"ah, mingi," you say, feeling the tears running down your face as you crane your neck to look at your fiery lover.

"yes, princess?" he doesn't halt his thrust, but you can tell that he's listening and waiting for you to speak.

"why can't– fuck– why can't i remember their names. why can't i see their faces?" you cry out and you can hear how shaky your voice is.

"because that's not how the library works, princess."

"library?" that's right. you weren't actually a princess. you're inside a library, trying to finish the trials of each guardian. trying to find the treasure to save your friend. "ah, mingi! the key!" you say as you suddenly start to remember why you were here.

mingi only grunts as he picks up the speed of his thrust, and you can't help but clench around his cock. the wet sounds of your juices mixing together fills yours ears as you feel them leaking out of your hole more and more. your hand immediately comes up and tangles into his hair, you give it several tugs here and there as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"m-mingi! can i... can i come?" you ask as your other arm grabs a fistful of sheets.

"fuccck~ go ahead, princess, come around my cock," he says as you finally come for the second time. you were basically held in place thanks to mingi holding your ankles in a tight grip. your pussy clenches around him as your juices leak out and it's only moments later when mingi is stilling and filling you with his seed.

you feel his cum fill you up and paint your walls nicely, leaving your mind dazed as the pirate slowly moves his hips a little bit before he's slowly pulling out of you.

you felt out of breath, chest heaving as you watch mingi slowly lower your legs – which feel like jello with how shaky they are. mingi remains sitting on his knees between your legs. his hands come up to rub over your body as he leans over you, face to face.

"mingi..." you trail off feeling your eyes starting to get heavy.

"it was nice seeing you again princess," he says before pressing his lips to yours. when he pulls away you feel like a part of you leaves as well when you can no longer feel his body heat against yours. you try to reach out to him, to pull him back, but it's no use. your limbs are all like jello, and your eyes soon fall shut.

when you wake up, you find yourself back in the library. you're laying on a velvet couch, a small blanket thrown over you and you can't help but wonder if what you just experienced was all a dream.

"ah, you're awake," a familiar voice says and you look behind the couch to find the keeper of keys standing there. you watch as he walks up to you, his hand digging inside his pocket before he showing you a rather large ring-looking thing.

"what is this?" you ask as you take the ring from him.

"its a key holder," he says before gesturing behind you and you turn your head to see a key – the one mingi was holding – resting on the table. your heart beats loudly when you reach for, taking the metal in your hands and you note its a lot larger than what mingi made it look like.

"congrats on passing your first trial," the male says and you turn to look back at him as walks around the couch, but you note how he keeps his distance from you. not getting too close.

you can't help but think back to all the emotions and thoughts that had went through you in the adventure section. how your memories were getting mixed with that of the character you were put into. how upset you were not being able to remember any faces or names.

"would like some tea before you start your next trial?"

"yes, please."

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CAFÉ ETERNAL SUNSHINE ... bullet - point fic

pairing : poly!ateez x f!reader

genre : cafe au, fluff, established poly relationship

word count : 873

warnings : food, mentions of getting sick from overworking

special tag : @sanjoongie who allowed me to talk about this with her and is mainly inspired by this tiktok [ here ]

you and your eight boyfriends run a cafe together.

four sunshine boyfriends and four grumpy boyfriends with you somewhere in the middle

sunshine boyfriends : hongjoong, yeosang, san, and mingi

grumpy boyfriends : seonghwa, yunho, wooyoung, and jongho

you all run and own a cafe together

you and hongjoong originally started the cafe together before the others just slowly began working there with you both

the cafe as a comedy and tragedy type of aesthetic mixed with some artist vibes with painting down by hongjoong hanging on the walls

the food is very cute and bright and very comedy inspired

while the drinks are more darker and tragedy inspired

you even have a romeo and juliet inspired drink called "true loves poison"

the sunshine boys handle the drinks and the to-go orders

the grumpy boys handle the food and waiting tables

you and wooyoung are in the kitchen making the food and trying not to have a food fight every ten minutes

while all the boys are handsome, yeosang and seonghwa have become kind of like the faces of the cafe

you look on social media and its always you can always find either of the two in at least every single post

some people come to cafe just to see seonghwa and/or yeosang

yeosang is very welcoming and along with the other sunshine boys will have conversations with customers

while seonghwa is more of a "either buy something or get out" type of guy and usually gives off a cold aura to people that try to flirt with him or one of his partners

also– general manager!seonghwa who isn't afraid to kick people out of the cafe he sees them trying to cause a problem

seonghwa is very protective over you and the others

will also immediately rush to the back if he hears wooyoung giggling too loudly because he KNOWS that boy is up to something

eventually the cafe started hosting an open mic night once a month to allow people to come and perform

you and the boys will also perform once in a while

you'll mainly find hongjoong and jongho performing more than you or the others

you originally wanted to do a cat cafe but hongjoong turned it down

san was all for it but you guys got outvoted by the others

so to make up for that, you guys host an special animal adoption day at the cafe every once in a while

probably one of the few times you are seen out of the kitchen as you mostly help with the animals

during these days hongjoong or mingi are usually in the back with wooyoung to help him

the cafe also does special themed drinks and foods inspired by what broadway show is popular at the time

some examples have been six, beetlejuice, heathers, etc.

this are very rare though and very limited time, like maybe a week or two

also do special days that are either comedy discounted or tragedy discounted days

when these days happen you and the others either dress in brightly colored clothes or dark color clothes and the music in the cafe also matches the discount of the day

sometimes the cafe will also stay open into the very early hours of the morning (almost 24/7)

when this happens, you and yunho usually run the cafe by yourself since during this you only serve coffee and biscuits

usually during the late nights you'll get office workers, people who can't sleep, night shift people, or college students looking for a place to study

usually after these shifts, you and yunho crash in bed together for a few hours

hongjoong once tried running the night shift with yunho when you couldn't and hongjoong honestly can't figure out how you do it

"i don't know how you do it, y/n."

like hongjoong, yeosang has also covered yunho's late night shift, and every time he does he says he learns more and more about you each time

you two have been dating for years along with the others and so he thought he knew everything about you

"i think with each night shift, i fall more and more in love with you"

you have a tendency to overwork yourself which has lead to you getting sick a few times

the boys are all the time worried about you and try to get you to take the day off especially after some big event has happened at the cafe

one of the boys – usually san or jongho – also take off so that way you aren't by yourself

speaking of taking off

when either you and wooyoung take off or can't come or something, mingi is always the one to come help in the kitchen

mingi is really great help in the kitchen and usually left to decorate the cakes and such

HOWEVER–

one time both you and wooyoung were gone – you both had went out of town to get new ideas for food, so that left the others to run the kitchen

....

it was a disaster

you and wooyoung left mingi in the kitchen and so mingi brought san into the kitchen to help him

....

next time you both go out of town, you'll just close the cafe until you guys get back

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THE WATERFALL … mature one - shot

pairing : dragon!seonghwa x witch!f!reader (background poly dragon ateez)

genre : dragon au, fantasy, smut

word count : 1.9k

warnings : language, mating / concept of mating, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, pet names (love, little witch, princess), marking

note : just something short while i write a longer piece lol also i miss this au and needed to do something with dragon!hwa. suffer with @sanjoongie everyone

seonghwa takes you to a secret place within the land of the clan and you experience something different with the eldest prince.

"watch your step," seonghwa says as he leads you through the dense forest. you note how warm his hand is around yours and you've come to the conclusion that all dragons are made to feel warm.

"will you tell me where we're going?" you ask softly, once you step over a large tree root and down some rocky sides. you note the sound of water and wonder if there is a river nearby.

"its a surprise," he says turning to look at you with a wide grin, and you hold back wanting to roll your eyes at him.

ever since you had saved seonghwa from the dragon hunters and came back to clan, you and him have grown significantly closer. you notice that this is much to the dismay of some of the other princes; however, to yeosang and mingi they were to delighted to see the two of you together.

"if we take too long, wooyoung might come look for us," you tease and seonghwa hums in reply before speaking.

"then let him come find us. i'm sure he'll enjoy what i have planned," he says, a smirk overtaking his features. you felt your heart skip a beat at his words as you felt a chill run down your spine. "we are close, close your eyes for me."

"how do i know you won't leave me here?" you question and originally it was meant to be a joke; however, you are quick to dismiss it once you notice seonghwa's face fall. "i-i was just–

"i won't leave you, ever. i promise on my life, y/n," he says as he stands facing you as he takes both of your hands in his own. "do you trust me?"

that's the big question. if he had asked you that when you first arrived at the clan, you would have said no, but now? did you trust him?

"i do trust you," you answer, licking your lips as you look him in the eyes.

"then close your eyes, my little witch," he says and you nod before doing as he says as you allow him to guide you through more of the forest. the sounds of water getting louder and louder.

you fell seonghwa move around to behind you, his body pressing flush against your backside and you can't help but a blush run over you due to the closeness. his breath is hot against your ear as his hands settle on your waist.

"okay, open them," he says and you are immediately greeted by the sight of a beautiful waterfall in front of you.

"wow," you say, taking in the sight before you.

"this waterfall is a secret place within the clan. only the head of the clan and his mates know about it," seonghwa explains and you suddenly can't help the cold rush roll over you at his words.

but you and hongjoong aren't mates. the prince still refuses to acknowledge you as his mate's mate and here seonghwa is showing you something that only hongjoong and his mates know of?

"p-prince seonghwa," you say turning around, eyes wide. "are you... are you sure we should be here? what if prince hongjoong–

"don't be scared of hongjoong," he says and you feel flabbergasted by his words. don't be scared of hongjoong? impossible.

seonghwa seems to notice the fear in your eyes, "whether he wants to admit it or not, you are our mate. his mate and he will eventually accept it. if it makes you feel better then just know that i asked if i could bring you here."

"and he said yes?"

"well... not originally, but i can be persuasive when i need to be," he says giving you week and you feel a blush rush to your face again when you realize what he means.

"i still feel like i'm invading in his space," you confess and seonghwa let out a hum at your words before he taking a few steps away from you and towards the water.

"well it can't be helped if you feel that, but since we are here... why don't you help me bath?" he says turning to look at you as he slowly begins to undress himself. "what do you say, princess, come help me?"

the water is cold when you first step into it. you let out a gasp at the coldness before you will yourself to take more steps into it. seonghwa's bare back is facing you after having asked him to turn around until you were in the water. you noticed how hard he was trying to remain still, his fist clenched tightly by his sides.

"i guess i should have warned you about the water, but dragon's don't necessarily feel the cold like humans do," he says as he roles his shoulders.

"its okay, i'm use to it with wooyoung," you tell him before your submerging your whole body and swimming further into the lake. "you can turn around now," you say and seonghwa waste no time in doing so and he spins so fast that you're worried he might give himself whiplash from it.

seonghwa waste no time in undressing and stepping into the water and you have to look away because of how carefree he is in the moment. as much as you would like to have looked at him in his full glory, you weren't mated yet and you couldn't help but feel like a perv if you did look at him.

seonghwa swims over to you and you allow him to pull you in close to him. your bodies flushed against each other and you have to suppress the moan that threatens to escape when your nipples rub against his chest. his other hand runs down your spine before tracing over the curve of your ass before he's lifting your leg to hook around his waist.

"prince seonghwa..." you say trailing off as you two make eye contact.

"call me seonghwa," he says as he rests his forehead against your own and when he moves, his lips just very so slightly brush over yours. "will you let me love you, princess? let me mate with you and fill you up?"

you felt your heart skip a beat at his words, like it was back when you and wooyoung had mated for the first time all over again.

"yes, please," you say and the dragon smiles before he's pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you're quick to wrap your arms around his neck as your other leg came up to rest around his waist as well.

you felt your body stick his own thanks to the water. you couldn't help but moan when seonghwa begins to roll his hips, his cock rubbing between your folds and just barely missing your entrance. seonghwa pulls away from your lips in order his trail his own down your jaw and neck. his tongue pressing against wooyoung's and yeosang's marks before he's trailing down your chest.

"ah, seonghwa!" you cry out as you feel him sheath himself inside of you, filling you up like how wooyoung and yeosang have done so many times before the eldest dragon.

"f-fuck," he moans as you clench around him before he begins to move his hips. the water around the two of you moves in small waves and it reminds you of when wooyoung and you would take baths together back at your cottage. the way too small bathtub just barely being able to fit the two of you as wooyoung's wandering hands make you sit on his cock and by the end of the bath, the water would be cold and half of it would be out of the tub and in the floor.

however, this is different. seonghwa holds you close to him as he rocks his hips and the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

"h-hwa," you moan as you feel your head fall backwards, but seonghwa stops you from fulling submerging your head under the water. he presses his lips to your left shoulder and presses a strong kiss to it before you him nibble at your skin. you run your hands down his back, your nail probably leaving a trail of red lines. you can't help but hope that one of the others will notice and know what you and seonghwa did together.

"can i mark you, princess? make you my mate like yeosangie and wooyoung have?"

"yes, yes, yes! please!" you say when he picks up the speed of his thrust and even the water doesn't seem to pose an issue to his ministrations. you let out a loud cry when you felt seonghwa bite down on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin and marking you as one of his mates.

you feel seonghwa moan into your skin before he's pulling away slightly in order to lick at the wound. you feel a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. pain from your left shoulder and pleasure from seonghwa continuing to abuse your pussy.

you can't help but feel a mixture of emotions crash over you in waves. not only the pleasure and pain, but over just an overwhelming sense of joy and comfort. joy because of how happy you are to be with seonghwa in this moment, to know that you're relationship has changed and grew so much, but the comfort.

the comfort was what made tears well up in your eyes. knowing that seonghwa finally accepted you as a mate, accepted you as a part of the clan and a part of himself. you couldn't help but let out a small sob rip through you.

"y/n?" seonghwa's voice crashes through your thoughts and he's looking at you with wide, concern eyes. "what's wrong, love? did i hurt you?"

"no," you say with a smile, tears running down your face as you, "i'm just happy," you add on as the eldest dragon prince leans his forehead against your own. "thank you, seonghwa."

"don't thank me. if anything i should be the one thanking you for giving me a chance," he says with a soft smile, you note how his thrust have slowed down a little bit, but not completely stoped. the two of you share another kiss before seonghwa is doing one last thrust into you before you're clenching around him and cumming.

he groans into your lips before he doing several more thrust and then stilling inside of you. his cum painting the inside of your walls white and you can't help but clench even more in an attempt to keep all of him inside of you.

"if you keep clenching around me, princess, i might not be able to pull out," he teases as he trails his lips down your body. he begins to slowly move backwards in the water and the air around you sending goosebumps over your body.

seonghwa grins when he notices and pulls you close to him once you both are out of the water. he sets you done on the ground, back against a large rock that was near the edge of the water before he's hovering over you.

"want to go another round?" he asks, smirk gracing his lips and you can't help but laugh at him. you open your mouth to answer but the sound of someone else stops you.

"hey! what are you two doing? seonghwa, you bastard, you better not be hurting my mate!" wooyoung's voice is loud as he comes crashing through the tree line. seonghwa seems surprised by how wooyoung was able to find you both, but you don't seem phased by it.

"i told you, he would come look for us if we were gone for too long."

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BABY DADDIES ... one - shot

pairing : wooyoung x f!reader x san

genre : fluff, parent au, established poly relationship

word count : 1.6k

warnings : language, y/n wears glasses, mentions of being pregnancy

suffering tag : @sanjoongie this isn't your official birthday present that might be late so please except this while i try to get it done

you couldn't imagine a life without your two daughters and their wonderful fathers who have been with you through the ups and downs of your life.

"what's wrong, mimi?" wooyoung's voice is hushed and groggy as you hear him speak to your five year-old daughter. you can hear miyeon reply to him, but you're too far into dreamland to fully understand what she is saying.

you feel the bed move as you assume wooyoung gets up in order to help miyeon with whatever issue was wrong. you can't help the shiver that rolls over your body once he's gone, and you're quick to turn over in order to snuggle closer into san.

san seems to welcome your closeness, as he is quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. your head resting against his chest as he tucks you into him, his own head resting on yours. his warmth encased you and quickly lulled you back into full dreamland.

you're not sure when wooyoung returns to bed, but you remember hearing him grumble in your ear about how you're a traitor as he wraps his arms around you. you're pretty sure he only called you a traitor because of how you latched onto san to steal his warmth.

"momma!" a high-pitched voice is how you wake up along with the bed shifting and jolting as two small bodies jump on it.

"momma, wake up!" another equally as high voice say. you hear a small chorus of laughter as you open you eyes to see both your daughters, miyeon and jimin looking at you with large smiles.

"papa made breakfast! it's time to get up!" miyeon said as they watched you sit up with a groan. running a hand through your hair as you tried your best to tame your bedhead.

"well, good morning to you both as well," you say with a groggy laugh making them laugh as well.

"appa told us to come wake you up," jimin said as you leaned over to give her and her sister a good morning kiss.

"by jumping into bed?"

"no," a deeper voice says before either girl could answer. you three turn to see san coming into the bedroom, still in his pajamas and glasses perched on his nose. "i told them to come and wake you up nicely," he adds tickling both girls as he comes to his side of the bed.

san is quick to lean over to give you a kiss before he's standing up straight and picking jimin up and swinging her around. the five year-old lets out a high pitched squeal before he's setting her down. miyeon stands on the bed waiting for san to do the same thing and he smiles at her before mimicking what he did to her sister.

"go help papa with setting the table you two," he says and both nod before racing out of the room. once they're gone, san turns to you and gives you a warm smile as he watches you pull your hair away from your face and reaching for your glasses.

"good morning, beautiful," he says once you get out of bed and presses a kiss to your forehead before he's following you out of the bedroom.

"how long have you all been up?" you ask, worried that you might have slept in for too long.

"just an hour, darling," san answers, "woo and i wanted to let you sleep in, but the girls wanted to have pancakes for breakfast."

you let out a small, excited gasp at the sound of pancakes before the smell of them finally filled your nostrils. san laughed as he watched you hurry down the hallway and into the kitchen. your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at how your excitement matched both of your daughters when pancakes are mentioned.

you come into the kitchen to see miyeon and jimin already at the table eating. miyeon doing a small dance in her seat as she eats. wooyoung runs his hand over his daughter's head, laughing before leaning down and kissing her. he places her cup of juice in front of her before doing the same thing to jimin.

"good morning, youngie," you say when he walks back into the kitchen, a smile on your face as you both share a quick kiss.

"morning, love," he says back as he goes back to paying attention to the pancakes. you wrap your arms around wooyoung's waist, cheek against his shoulder blade as you both wait for the food to get done.

"why did mimi get up last night?" you ask after the two of you stood in silence, listening to the twins talking and singing at the table. san had come in after you, sitting with the twins to make sure they didn't make too big of a mess.

"she got up to use the potty and lost her dolly underneath her bed," he says and you let out a small hum.

"you're such an amazing dad," you say and wooyoung can't help but feel his heart skip a beat at your words.

"thank you, love, i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," he says back, letting his hand come and rest over your own. he gives your hand a small squeeze. "both you and sannie," he adds turning to look at you with a smile. "your pancakes are ready," he says before handing you your plate of pancakes.

wooyoung laughed as he watched your eyes light up as you did a little dance before walking over to the table to join miyeon, jimin, and san. a few minutes later, wooyoung finally joined you all with his and san's plates.

after breakfast was over, wooyoung sent jimin and miyeon into the living room to play while you three cleaned up.

"here," you begin, stopping wooyoung from standing up, "i'll do the dishes," you add before taking his plate from him. however, before you could get a step in, san took the plates from you. "hey!"

"don't worry about the dishes, babe, i got them," he says before walking over to the sink. you let out a small 'ugh' sound before trailing behind him and standing next to him by the sink.

"no, let me do them," you say, turning the water on and beginning to rinse the syrup off the plates.

"y/n," san says looking at you pointedly, "you've worked hard these past few days. let me do it," he says.

"i'll wash, you dry."

"i'll wash, you dry," he says and you give him a small frown before switching places with him. wooyoung couldn't help but smile at you two continuing to lightly bicker with each other as you wash dishes.

"san, stop! the girls are sleeping," you say, swatting your boyfriend's hands away as he attempts to grab and tickle at your sides. san can't help the hearty laugh that leaves his lips before he's finally grabbing and dragging you closer to him on the couch. he presses a trail of kisses down your neck before blowing a raspberry into your skin. "ugh! san!"

"sorry, couldn't help it," he says before he's trapping you between his legs. you let out a sigh as you relax against him, his hands resting under your shirt on your stomach. his thumb softly rubbing your skin. "i haven't held you like this in a while," he says, voice just as soft as his touch. "i think the last time was when you were pregnant with the girls."

"i think you're right," you say, remembering how san held you like this when you pregnant with miyeon and jimin.

you three were still in your old shared apartment and you were six months pregnant with the girls. you and san had also just gotten into an argument earlier that day, neither one of you speaking to each other for hours. even when the clock hit six o'clock and it was time for what san and wooyoung decided to call their "bonding time" with the girls.

you didn't want to look at san, completely ignoring him despite you resting between his legs and his arms wrapped around you. you ended up not speaking until wooyoung got home an hour later to find you asleep in san's arm.

when you woke up you couldn't even tell wooyoung what you and san got into an argument over.

"you were pretty short-tempered when pregnant," san joked, bring you out of your thoughts.

"yeah..." you say softly, feeling a little guilty for how you would lash out at both of them over the littlest things. you would often feel embarrassed about it afterwards and you were thankful that both your boyfriends were understanding of what you were going through. "i'm sorry about that," you say, fiddling with his fingers.

"hey, don't apologize. i honestly deserved all those times you yelled at me," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "wooyoung definitely did," he added making you laugh as well.

"hey now, don't talk about me while i'm not here to defend myself," wooyoung says as he enters the room. he gives both you and san a kiss before he settling next to you both on the couch. you immediately rest your feet in his lap, smiling when he shoots you a playful glare.

you laugh at his expression before you're opening your arms out for him, and wooyoung immediately moves to squish you between him and san. wooyoung rests his head against your chest, arms going and wrapping around both you and san. the three of you lay in together in a comfortable silence, both their breathing and heartbeats lulling you to sleep.

the last thing you thought before falling asleep was how thankful you were to meet and fall in love with both wooyoung and san. knowing that you would never change this for anything in the world.

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CAFE ETERNAL SUNSHINE : HOLLY-DAY ... bullet - point fic

pairing : baker!wooyoung x baker!f!reader (background poly!ateez)

genre : cafe au, established poly relationship, fluff, holiday-ish fic

word count : 870

warnings : y/n wears glasses

suffer tag : @sanjoongie

note : this is more of just a random drabble that came to my head. no thoughts only cute wooyoung

you and wooyoung spend the early morning hours making cakes and as it gets closer to the holidays you realize that this will be your first time spending the holidays together.

you and wooyoung worked like clockwork together in the kitchen

both of you working together and individually on projects for the cafe

after months of working together, you both have been able to establish a route between each other

and mingi whenever he's been sent in to help the two of you

before wooyoung began working at the cafe, you had done all the baking

coming in hours early and staying well after the cafe closed in order to prepare for the next day

so wooyoung being hired was like a saving grace to your sanity

but don't tell him that... it would boost his already too large ego

"are we doing a christmas carol theme for the cafe?"

wooyoung's voice breaks your thoughts as you look up from the cupcakes you were currently decorating

"huh, oh yeah we are"

"what's wrong?"

along with baking, wooyoung was also really good at reading your emotions

it probably didn't help that you were like an open book most of the time

"nothing, i was just thinking"

"about?"

"you and the cafe"

this earned wooyoung's attention as he leaned forward across the metal counter that separated the two of you "oh?"

"yeah, this will our first time celebrating the holidays together. the first time you'll be celebrating with all of us. i'm excited"

"i'm excited too"

"i remember the first time me and hongjoong celebrated the holidays when we first moved in together. it was when that big snow storm happened and the power had went out and so we gathered all the blankets in the apartment and bundled up on the couch together and we just... sat there for a few hours talking before the power came back on and when the tv turned back on, a christmas carol was playing."

"it sounds romantic"

"it was! now every year we always watch the christmas carol and talk about how our year as went and what we want to try for the upcoming year. and i'm excited that you get to do that with us this year."

you've never seen wooyoung have such a heartfelt look on his face before, and the smile he had only warmed your heart

"i'm glad i can spend the holidays with you and the others and take part in your tradition."

you couldn't help but round the metal counter as you and wooyoung engulfed each other in a hug

you felt wooyoung kiss your temple as you melted more into him, the holidays always did manage to make you more emotional

"i'm glad too, woo."

when you step away from wooyoung, you adjusted your glasses before looking at him when his hands come up to gently cup your face

"don't cry, baby. seonghwa will get mad at me again if i make you cry," he teases before squishing your cheeks together and leans in to kiss you

you couldn't help but laugh into the kiss at his words and you feel wooyoung grin into the kiss as well

"sorry," you say when you pull away, "the holidays always make me emotional"

the two of you soon went back to working on the different foods, falling into that comfortable silence and atmosphere that was usually present in the kitchen

it wasn't until a few hours later when the other would come in and see you and wooyoung sitting at one of the tables taking a break

"well look at our star bakers!" san would say as he comes over to you both before him and wooyoung start to talk

hongjoong would follow behind the barista, the two of you making eye contact before he comes up and presses a kiss to your lips

"did you guys finish?"

you nod your head as hongjoong comes behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders before he starts to gently massage them

"good, good. now you can take a break before we open."

"yeah..."

"what's wrong?" he head leans over to look at you, confused look on his face

"nothing, me and wooyoung were talking earlier about how this is his first holiday with us and it just made me think about our first one together."

hongjoong chuckles at the memory

"that's one of my favorite memories."

"hongjoong?"

"yeah?"

"when we get home later... can we watch the christmas carol together? all nine of us?"

"of course, my love."

you couldn't help the smile on your face at his words and you turn around in your chair to look at hongjoong

your lover mimics your smile before he's leaning down to kiss you

"okay lovebirds! we open in fifteen minutes. get your kisses out of the way now and make sure everything is ready!"

you can't help but laugh at seonghwa's words as hongjoong rolls his eyes before giving you one more kiss, and then he's walking towards the grumpy manager before smothering him with kisses as well

you couldn't help laugh at your two eldest boyfriends before letting your eyes travel over to wooyoung who was also watching the scene before him

san had left to go set up the front counter, jongho over there also helping him

"are you ready?" wooyoung asks, his hand engulfing your own

"i'm ready."

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THE YULE DRAGON … holiday one - shot ( 17+ )

pairing : poly!dragon!ateez x witch!f!reader

genre : dragon au, fantasy au, holiday au, fluff, angst

word count : 4.3k

warnings : language, mentions of dragon hunters, talks about death, light injury but nothing major, one death threat

suffer tag : @sanjoongie and for anon who asked about any new chapters

note : very excited to write this, so let me know what you think! also here is a link to what y/n's dress at the yule gala looks like!

the winter month draws near and the clan prepares to celebrate the yule dragon festival for the first time in years. knowing this is wooyoung's first one with an actually clan, you want to make sure everything is perfect.

when you woke up in the morning, you noticed how snow had slowly begun to fall and lay on the ground. you also couldn't help but notice how the dragons around you seemed to have been in good moods. smiles on their faces as they walked around and some even greeted you with warm smiles.

when you arrived at the nursery, the hatchlings all immediately greeted you. most of them run up and tackle you to the ground.

"miss y/n! miss y/n! did you see the snow?" one hatchling, jiyu, asked and you couldn't help but laugh as you nodded and pushed some hair out of her face.

"yes, i did. very beautiful isn't it?"

"not as beautiful as you, miss y/n!" another hatchling, minjae, said. the other hatchlings couldn't help but agree with minjae and you couldn't help but laugh at them all.

"prince mingi said that we will be able to celebrate the yule dragon festival this year!"

"the yule dragon festival?" you remember wooyoung telling you about the holiday years ago when you first met. you can't help but feel excited knowing he's going to enjoy a real one this year.

"yeah! it's been years since the clan last held one," seeun says and that quickly catches your attention. years? you thought the holiday was a yearly thing?

"alright, little ones, let's go ahead and get ready for the day," mingi comes in and ushers the hatchlings away from you in order to gather them in a line so they could eat.

you push your curiosity down for later as you go over to help mingi with the hatchlings. you watch the hatchlings with a warm fondness as they eat and talk to each other, and the rest of the day goes by in flash with you and mingi taking care of the young dragons.

"miss y/n, have you ever experienced a yule dragon festival before?" one of the hatchlings asked as they were laying down for a nap. the question of one hatchling seemed to have caught the attention of a few others around you two.

"not a proper one with a true clan, but me and wooyoung used to do a small celebration before we came to the clan," you said as you remembered your time with wooyoung back in your cottage. you can feel your cheeks heat up as you remember the first time you both celebrated the yule dragon together.

"do witches have any special holidays?" another hatchling, siyu, asked.

"we do but they're not like the yule dragon one. we focus more on what we are thankful for and mourning those that have left us," you explain.

"that sounds sad."

"sometimes it is sad, but then you have to remember that even those that left this world are still with us in spirit. watching over and guiding us on the right path of destiny," you say.

"but miss y/n, you don't have to be sad anymore because you have all of us!" one hatchling said with the others immediately agreeing and you couldn't help but smile at all of them.

"okay, okay, everyone," mingi says as he comes in and immediately calming all the hatchlings down. "its time to rest, not get excited."

"but prince mingi," minjae says looking towards the tall prince, "don't you agree that miss y/n doesn't have to be sad anymore, since she has all of us now?"

"of course," mingi says as he bends down to pet minjae's head, "but miss y/n still has a right to miss those that she lost. we all do. now come on, everyone, time to rest!"

you can't help but smile at how some of the hatchlings groan at mingi's words, but nonetheless all lay down in their little nooks. you and mingi go through and make sure each hatchling is comfortable before you leave the nesting room.

you watch as mingi closes the door behind him before he's offering his arm to you. you take his arm with a smile as he escorts the two of you back to the main palace wing.

"i meant what i said though," mingi begins and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, "that you have a right to be sad about those you lost, but also know that hatchlings are right as well and that you have all of us now. the hatchlings, me, wooyoung, yeosang, the others, and even the clan. you have all of us."

"thank you, prince mingi," you say, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek and he smiles at you before quickly pressing his own kiss to your lips. "also," you speak up after you two continue to walk, "what did the little ones mean when they said its been years since you all had a yule dragon festival?"

"well... we haven't had one since hongjoong's parents and brother were killed. hongjoong didn't want to have a large one with the whole clan, so this is the first time in five years that we have celebrated it as such," mingi explains and you nod your head in understanding.

"what caused him to suddenly change his mind?"

"well you and wooyoung of course," you wanted to laugh at mingi's answer. more like just wooyoung, you think. you decide to remain silent as mingi guides you through the palace.

"this will be wooyoung's first yule dragon with an actual clan in years," you note as you notice many dragons setting up and decorating the palace corridors with festive decorations. you can't help but feel excited knowing that wooyoung will be able to experience the real thing after so many years of not having it with an actual clan.

your mind goes back to when you and wooyoung would celebrate together back at the cottage. both of you dressing up, decorating the cottage, and spending the entire night together. wooyoung taught you the dances that he learned. even when you weren't celebrating the dragon holiday, you would find wooyoung and yourself dancing and just enjoying each other's company.

"hey, mingi?" you caught the dragon's attention and he turns towards you as you continue to speak, "is there... a way i can help set up the festival?"

"oh! umm, i think so. seonghwa is usually in charge of things like this, but i volunteered to help him this time, so..."

"do you need help?" you ask, feeling an excitement bubble up in your stomach.

"of course you can help," mingi says, a wide smile on his face and you mirror his smile, beaming up at him. the two of you share a quick hug, mingi lets out a small laugh at your excitement, almost not expecting it.

"thank you," you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you are separating yourself from him. you notice the blush that covers his cheeks and ears and you have to stop yourself from pouncing on the tall dragon from how cute he is.

as the next week goes by, you spend your time helping the dragons in the clan to decorate for the yule dragon holiday. at first some of the dragons were reluctant at accepting your help, but slowly and eventually they allowed for you to help with the decorations. sure they didn't trust you with the important stuff, but that was okay.

you only wanted to make sure everything was perfect for wooyoung, he needed to have the best yule dragon after everything he has done for you. you also wanted to make sure the clan had a good one as well, but wooyoung took priority in your heart.

"wow, look at these decorations, darling," yeosang's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look down from your spot on the wooden ladder to see your lover looking up at you with a smile. you finish hanging the silver garland before climbing down the ladder and yeosang is quick to press a loving kiss to your lips.

"thank you, me and the hatchlings made them," you say, feeling rather proud from how all the decorations have been turning out. many of the other clan dragons complimenting you on your hard work.

"you've been working so hard, a lot of the clan members are grateful for your help," he says as the two of you begin walking out of the grand hall, where the yule gala will be held tomorrow night. other dragons are busy around you all finishing up last minute details, with most of them stopping to bow at yeosang before scurrying away to finish their task.

"i have something for you, princess," he says once the two of you are out of the grand hall and you give him a confused look which only makes him smile. "it’s custom for everyone to wear special outfits, rather a little too fancy if you ask me, but people really enjoy it," he begins as the two of you continue to walk down the hall.

"and i bet you completely forgot to make sure you are prepared for the gala," yeosang teases and you felt yourself get flustered at his words. "but don't worry because you wonderful mate has taken care of you," he says as you both stop in front of your chamber doors. "i hired a seamstress to make you a dress and thankfully she managed to finish it in time."

"wait, yeosang– you... you didn't, you shouldn't have."

"but i did, and i wanted to. my darling, you have done so much, let me give you this," he says, cupping your cheeks before leaning over and kissing you. you feel yourself melt into the kiss as you press yourself closer to your lover, arms wrapping around his waist. the two of you only separate when you're out of breath and yeosang presses one last kiss to your lips before he's pulling away and opening the door to your bedroom.

when you stepped inside, you were completely shocked at the dress that rested on the mannequin in the center of your room. you had honestly never seen a dress more beautiful in your life and you felt yourself tear up because of it. you felt like you didn't deserve a dress as gorgeous as this.

"it's beautiful, yeosang."

"you look absolutely beautiful, my fire," seonghwa says when he sees you walk into the grand hall.

the gala had been going on for several minutes, hongjoong lighting the ceremonial flame that burned in the center of the clan. you were amazed at the flame and its rather unique color, and mingi explained that this flame could only be lit by the leader of a clan and that it in order to celebrate the first dragon.

you honestly couldn't look away from the flame, almost like it was meant to entrance you.

"thank you, prince seonghwa," you said, bowing slightly to the eldest dragon prince. seonghwa could only smile as he took your hand into his before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"make sure you enjoy yourself," he says, not yet letting go of your hand. "i want a dance before the night is over."

"of course, your highness," you say, a small smirk taking over your lips before seonghwa is nodding and making his leave. he does unfortunately have other people to see and talk to.

your eyes scan around the grand hall, looking for the head of familiar red hair and you feel your heart skip a beat when you finally find him. wooyoung looked absolutely handsome in his outfit and you were glad to see that he matched the other princes. it made your heart flutter knowing that wooyoung was being accepted by the clan.

you made your way over to your first lover, your feet picking up speed when you two made eye contact. you felt like it had been forever since you last seen wooyoung – however it had only been a few hours. you had been so caught up in making sure the festival and gala were perfect for him that you had completely forgot to pay the red-headed dragon attention.

so you immediately wrapped wooyoung in a tight hug once you were close enough. wooyoung was quick to return the hug, holding you close to him as he inhaled your scent before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"my y/n, you look so beautiful," he says as he twirls you around, the white-silver fabric that was decorated with beautiful shimmering stars and moons. wooyoung had seen the dress, yeosang having shown him before you and he knew you would look beautiful in it. but of course, seeing you actually in it he was blown away by your appearance.

"are you having a good time, woo?" you ask, heart beating rapidly waiting for his answer.

"of course i am," he says with a smile, "mingi mentioned how you helped out with this whole thing. any reason why?"

"you, of course," you say, both your hands linking with his. "this is your first yule dragon with an actual clan in a long time. i wanted to make sure it was perfect."

"oh love," he says, gently pulling the two of you off to the side, "you didn't need to do that. it would have perfect no matter what because i'm celebrating it with you. back at the cottage... i saw the two of us as our own little clan. and the yeosang joined," wooyoung says and you can't help but laugh at his last comment. despite mating and bonding with yeosang, wooyoung still couldn't get over the other dragon coming in basically setting up camp in your little cottage.

"you love yeosang, don't try to fool yourself," you tease and wooyoung grumbles a little bit before rolling his eyes.

"whatever."

you were about to say something when the sound of a familiar tune filled the grand hall. you turned to see a lot of the people gathering at the center and began dancing. you noticed mingi pulling yunho behind him to the dance floor with many of the other dragons cheering for the two tall princes. following them, you see yeosang and san dancing and you were a little surprised at seeing the blonde guard dancing and smiling as him and yeosang looked at one another.

"wow, who knew san could smile," wooyoung says and you crack a smile before turning to your lover.

"shall we join them as well?" you ask and wooyoung nods before he's pulling you towards the dance floor and you two quickly fall into a rhythm of the dance. the music easily guided you as you and wooyoung danced, you felt your whole attention center in on your lover and it felt like it was just the two of you.

you got flashbacks to when you and wooyoung would dance in your cottage. how back then it really was just the two of you and no one else, but now you were surrounded by people that even if they all didn't welcome you, they welcomed wooyoung. and even if you didn't feel welcomed at first, you have mingi, yeosang, the hatchlings.

seeing wooyoung smile and laugh and enjoy himself made you feel like you were on cloud nine. even if he wouldn't say it out loud, you knew wooyoung enjoyed being a part of the clan.

you felt the music guide you and your thoughts, as the music began to slow down you found yourself and wooyoung also slowing down. wooyoung pulling you close to him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist to hold you close to him.

"i have you had your ceremony?" wooyoung suddenly asks, snapping you out of your happy daze. you knew immediately what he was talking about.

"not yet, i was waiting till after the gala was over," you say, feeling a lump form in your throat at knowing what you would have to do later.

just like dragons, witches also had their own traditions and such. not as public as the yule dragon, but more intimate to each witch. celebrating those that you left you in this world. wooyoung has been with you during this ceremony like you have been with him for his. you don't know how many nights you have fallen asleep, crying in wooyoung's arms because of all the witches that have died.

"do you want me there with you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to think about it.

"no, i'll do it alone this time."

"are you sure?" you nod your head, you didn't want to ruin wooyoung's good time here with your own traditions and ceremonies.

when the music changed once again, you pressed a kiss to wooyoung before stepping away, telling him you needed some fresh air.

"let me come with you," he says as he starts to trail after you, but you stop him.

"it’s okay," you say, hand out to stop him, "i'll be right back."

you don't give wooyoung a chance to say anything as you're turning and making your way to one of the many garden doors that lead out into the courtyard.

once the cold air hit your skin, you let out a sigh as you made your way over to one of the stone benches that overlooked most of the courtyard and even down further into the clan. the yule flame burned brightly a short distance away and you couldn't help but walk over to it. the flame reminded you of the flame that you would light for the umbra ceremony.

the flame burned brightly and you almost felt like a moth from how you were being drawn to it.

which is how you found yourself in front of it. the noises from the grand hall behind you is like static as you look at the flame, letting it consume you. you got flashbacks to when you would set up a room of candles for the witches that you lost, the flame from those candles burning brightly into your mind.

"why are you out here," the cold voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to look at hongjoong with wide eyes. the prince looks at you with a stern expression, his cold eyes burning into your body.

"i was just... just getting some air," you tell him, refusing to fully make eye contact with him.

hongjoong lets out a 'tsk' sound before he's coming to stand next to you, looking up at the flame. you're surprised by how close hongjoong, this is probably the closest he has ever gotten to you without trying to kill you.

"mingi told me how you helped decorate for the festival," he said out of nowhere after the two of you stood in silence. "i guess witches can be good for something," he adds and you feel yourself deflate at his harsh words.

"i did it for wooyoung," you said wanting to make it clear that you were only doing it for your first love and no one else. "this is his first yule dragon with an actual clan in years," you add.

"and i'm sure witches are the reason why he had gone for so long without experiencing one with a clan," he says back.

"perhaps," you say as you clench your fist together tightly, "but wooyoung is here now with a clan," you turn your head to look at hongjoong, taking in his form once more. his lavish outfit and vibrant blue hair standing out against the dark night. he was the epitome of what a leader of a dragon clan should be in the fact that he always had that air of authority around him. everyone respected him and if they didn't respect him then they feared him.

you, unfortunately, feared him more than you respected him. the dragon oracles say that you two are mates like you are with the rest of the princes, but you knew hongjoong refused to acknowledge you as his mate. you were a witch, the thing that killed his parents and brother and forced him to take the role of leader too soon. you wondered if you and hongjoong would ever get along.

you notice how the flame reflects against hongjoong's skin and then something hits you.

"please excuse me, prince hongjoong," you say suddenly before you are rushing past him. hongjoong doesn't say anything and you don't know if he watches you leave as you are too caught up in rushing back into the palace.

you run to your room, feeling out of breath as you enter your chambers you share with wooyoung before going over to the large trunk that rested at the foot of the bed. you quickly dig through the trunk and pull out a set of candles. all three a beautiful rose color and it reminds you greatly of your mother.

"what are these for mother?" you asked, looking up at your mother as she handed you the three candles. they were different from the ones you were use to lightly for the umbra ceremony and you wondered why she was giving them to you.

"these are special candles, y/n, i made them myself so you can use them when you need them the most," she explains, her voice seeming ever cryptic.

"when i need them the most?" you echo and she nods, a tight-lipped smile painting her features.

"they are for the one who will need to say goodbye the most."

you gripped the candles tightly as you raced back to the courtyard and was surprised to still see hongjoong standing there. somewhere deep inside wants you to believe he waited for you, but you know that's impossible.

"prince hongjoong," you say as you approach him. "i want to thank you for letting wooyoung into your home. i know that... you despise me and my people, you lost your parents and brother after all. and i know you probably don't care but i want to share something with you."

hongjoong turns to look at you, his face void of emotion as he watches you set the three candles down between the two of you. you crouch down, kneeling front of the candles as hongjoong stands towering above you.

"the umbra witches have their own ceremony, we light candles in order to remember those that have left us and this world. we do this as a way to remind us that while they have left this world physically, they are still here with us spiritually," you pause in order to take a deep breath, licking your lips before continuing.

"my mother made me these candles when she was still alive. she told me that they were for someone who needed to say goodbye, and... i think she made them for you."

"what the hell are you talking about?" hongjoong asks, voice full of surprise and anger. "i don't need any of you stupid umbra witch shit," he adds and you notice his fist clenches with his rage.

"please," you beg, voice straining as you plead with the prince, "take the candles, it will bring you peace, prince hongjoong."

you feel a sudden shock as you are grabbed by the collar of your dress. you're pulled up from your kneeling position, face dangerously close to an enraged hongjoong as he bares his teeth at you. in the moment you are reminded that you are at the mercy of a clan full of dragons whether you liked it or not.

"i will never," he jaw clenched tightly as he speaks, "ever, forgive your damned people for what they did to my family. my people. so don't think so damned candles will change that. you will never be my mate and just know that if it wasn't for yeosang and mingi that i would have burned you at a stake a long fucking time ago."

hongjoong waste no time in throwing you to the ground, your hands skidding across the stone pathway harshly and you flinch at the sudden burn of skin. you turn to see hongjoong's eye burning, like he will kill you if you say anything else to him.

you then watch him destroy two of the candles, his foot coming down harshly on them and you feel like a part of you is being ripped apart as you watch him. he's about to do the same to the last one, but you move and grab the last candle. the last one your mother made.

then without thinking you stand up and run away from the prince. you clearly made a mistake in thinking that you could get hongjoong to open up just a little bit. you felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you ran, clutching the candle close to your chest as you collapsed in the one of the many decorated halls.

you looked down at the candle once more, the image of your mother's smile flashing inside your mind as you caressed it. you knew this candle was for hongjoong. he was the one who needed to say goodbye to those he lost, but it was obvious that now wasn't the time.

"y/n!" the sudden call of your name makes you snap your head up to see yeosang rushing towards you. face full of concern and he drops down to the floor next to you. "y/n, what's wrong, why are you crying?" he brushes the tears away and you open your mouth to say something before a sob escapes instead.

you throw yourself into his arms and he arms them around you protectively. you hold your mother's candle close to you as you allow yourself to cry in yeosang's arms. yeosang doesn't say anything, only letting you cry as a comforting hand runs over your hair.

"it's okay, y/n, i'm here," he says softly, holding you closer to him. "whatever made you sad, don't think about it anymore, okay? cause i'm here to protect you."

and so the night comes to an end as you spend the rest of it in yeosang's arms, allowing him to hold you closely as you mourn for the loss of your mother and the hate hongjoong bares for you. 

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Happy Death Day

Pairing: Ateez (OT8) x GN!Reader

Genre: Royal AU, SMUT, kinda pwp

Rating: nsfw, mdni, 18+

Warnings: mentions of death sentences, mentions of prisoners, suggestive, oral (m receiving) eight different times, hints of becoming a concubine

Wordcount: 3.528

A/N: Due to someone sharing Ateez royal concept pictures in a server, my brain went wild. And after sharing my thoughts, I promised @sanjoongie to write it out. Also thanks to her as well as @daesukiii and @potatomountain for helping me figure out some details! As always please enjoy this and tell me what you think!

You silently watched as another prisoner got dragged to their feet and presented to the council of future kings. 

Ever since the old king died without a successor, six families came forth claiming the throne belonged to them. Though as none of them were able to back down, the sons of those families had to come together and work with equal leadership.

Each task the previous king fulfilled on his own was now distributed to the eight possible candidates. Only the biggest tasks were decided on together. Like Death Day.

Once a month prisoners of the country got presented in front of the council for them to decide on their fate. Some received redemption, others got sent back to prison for another month but most got sentenced to death. 

This month you were the last in line to hear your sentence. You watched silently how the other prisoners reacted to their fate - crying, screaming, literally throwing some tantrums. ‘Pathetic’, was the only thing you could think of and with each case you were more and more certain you wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of a similar reaction.

Two soldiers came to your sides and grabbed you by your elbows, pulling you to the front of the large throne room. They dropped you in front of the elevated eight thrones, ignoring how you fell down to your knees and silently groaned in pain.

You pressed your lips into a thin line and got up on your knees, placing your shackled hands on your lap and looking up towards the eight men on their respective thrones.

The thrones weren’t as lavish as the original one behind them. The throne of the old king still stood behind the row of make-shift thrones for the eight men. It seemed to be made out of pure gold and integrated into the floor with plush red pillows to make it more comfortable. 

The make-shift thrones didn’t appear that extravagant. Made out of dark wood and adorned with simple gold applications. Once the new king got chosen the thrones could be removed again as they weren’t connected to the ground.

As one of the men started retelling your supposed sins, you couldn’t care less to listen to it again. Instead your eyes drifted along the men, taking them in silently.

You noticed quickly how they wore similar uniforms. All of them were covered in the colours red, gold and black. 

On the far left from your point of view sat a man, who seemed quite large. He wore a hat, which covered half of his face. Yet you still felt his strong gaze on your form. Prince Song Mingi. His appearance was truly intimidating.

Next to him sat a man whose shoulders appeared to be even broader. He nursed a silver cup in his hand, hiding his subtle smirk behind it. Choi San. He curiously stared at you before he leaned over to his cousin.

Your eyes followed his motion, meeting the expression of a stone-faced man. Choi Jongho. Even under his uniform you could tell he was strong and a man of power. It felt as if every movement of his was calculated - same with calculating everything around him.

While his stare felt unsettling, it was nothing compared to the eyes of the man next to him. Kim Hongjoong definitely had the most unhinged aura surrounding himself. He listened intently to the words of Park Seonghwa, who sat right next to him and read all the information about you from a piece of paper.

He didn’t look up at you, solely focused on his task. Half of his face got hidden behind the paper but you could tell how stunning he looked anyway.

A sudden movement to his right brought your attention further along the line of thrones. Kang Yeosang leaned over to Seonghwa, trying to escape an incredibly touchy Jung Wooyoung with a pressed smile.

Wooyoung lounged on his throne more than sitting on it. His upper body half leaned over to Yeosang, where he tried to grab onto his arm. At the same time his feet dangled over the other side, hitting his overly uninterested cousin every now and then.

Your eyes landed on the large form of Jung Yunho. He rested his chin on his hand and leaned on the armrest of the throne, looking rather bored with the whole situation.

“Y/N?”

Your attention snapped back to Jongho, who raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Didn’t you listen?” He scoffed and shook his head, ignoring the snickering from some of the other men. “I asked for your statement on this matter.”

You tilted your head and blinked a few times to process the question. “What matter? The matter of my death sentence? Are you truly asking me to make a statement about the way I’m going to die?”

San snorted loudly, covering his mouth and face with his free hand.

Hongjoong looked rather amused. A soft grin playing over his lips.

Seonghwa finally lifted his eyes and stared at you, curiosity getting the best of him.

Even Wooyoung and Yeosang halted their spiel and turned to focus on you.

“So you’re not trying to talk yourself out of it? No heartfelt back story, no bribe?” 

You looked at Mingi, one side of your lips twitching into a smirk. “I didn’t know bribing was an option.” You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you took in the reactions of the eight princes in front of you.

Hongjoong gestured for the soldiers to leave the throne hall with a quick motion of his hand. Once the doors were shut behind them he leaned forward. “Currently your sentence is the guillotine. You’d need a rather good bribe to get out of that one.”

You hummed softly as if contemplating his words for a while. “No guillotine could take away the head I’m able to give.”

San choked on his drink yet again and started heavily coughing, needing Jongho to hit his back. Wooyoung leaned over to Yeosang with a wide grin, whispering something into his ear.

To your surprise though it was another prince, who stood up and called your attention. Yunho quietly walked over to you, stopping only a step away from your kneeling form. “Proof it.”

Your lips curled into a knowing grin. You raised your chin upwards, looking at him through your eyelashes. Even though he didn’t say anything else, his gaze was enough for you to know what he expected you to do.

You scooted closer to him without breaking eye contact. With your chained hands you wandered up along his long legs. With nimble fingers you opened his pants, well aware of the stares from the other princes.

Yunho crossed his arms in front of his chest. He refused to acknowledge the effect your touches and your eyes had on him. 

Another sly grin flashed over your lips. As much as he tried to keep composure, it was the little things that betrayed him. How the muscles on his thighs tensed, how his jaw ticked off or how his eyes got somewhat glassy.

You palmed his hardening dick through the fabric of his undergarments. You licked over your lips. The size underneath your fingertips made your mouth water and your imagination run wild. 

Hongjoong stood up from his own throne. He silently wandered to one side, wanting to have a better view of what was to come. Due to Yunho’s broad frame he wasn’t able to see you at all but he needed to know whether you could hold up to your own claim.

You pulled Yunho’s cock out of his restraints, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base and pumping it ever so slowly. You moved your head closer to his crotch, kissing along his shaft and up to the head of the dick. 

A soft groan escaped Yunho’s throat and his head tilted back ever so slightly. He needed to focus again and it took him every ounce of self control to look back down. His breath hitched when you opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock.

You forgot about everything and everyone around you, solely focusing on Yunho’s dick. You opened your mouth further and descended on his cock, taking him deeper into your wet cave. 

“Fuck”, Yunho cursed under his breath, all composure forgotten now that you bobbed your head on his dick and looked at him with big, innocent eyes. His breath became more irregular with the fast pace you set.

As if possessed he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you even further down his shaft. The soft garbled noises you made as he hit the back of your throat turned him on even more. 

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and you tried to relax your jaw and even your breathing to accommodate Yunho’s huge cock. Still, whenever he hit the back of your throat you couldn’t stop the gagging sound from escaping.

A string of more curses fell from Yunho’s lips until he suddenly stilled, shooting his load down your throat. 

Out of nowhere Wooyoung appeared in your line of view as he pulled Yunho away from you. He whistled in acknowledgement once he saw your empty mouth when you licked some spit from the corner of your lips. 

“Guess, our little prisoner proved it.” Jongho stood next to Hongjoong, observing the situation in front of him.

“What? No!” Wooyoung hurried to Yeosang and pulled him to your form as well. “Anyone can give head for one person! It gets interesting whether Y/N is able to give even more.” With that he positioned Yeosang right in front of your face and pulled his pants down, ignoring the weak protests of his friend.

Yeosang was already hard but when you glanced up at his face you noticed the deep red blush on his cheeks. He covered half of his face with one of his large hands, avoiding to look at you or any of the other princes. Yet he didn’t try to remove himself from the situation.

You kissed the tip of his dick, relishing in the shiver that ran through his whole body. For a while you only took the tip in, letting your tongue swirl around it and suck on it ever so gently. 

Yeosang whimpered, not even trying to keep silent. His eyelids fluttered shut. More and more tremors of pleasure ran through his body.

To both your surprises Wooyoung grabbed the back of your head and pushed you forward, holding you down on Yeosang’s cock. 

Your nose pressed against his sternum. The sudden movement made you choke around his dick, tears immediately running down your cheeks. You barely managed to breathe properly, feeling a slight sense of panic as Wooyoung didn’t let go of your head.

Yeosang on the other hand couldn’t help himself and came down your throat, moaning loudly with every spurt.

Wooyoung finally pulled you off of Yeosang. Though he didn’t give you any time to recover, pushing his own dick into your open mouth almost immediately. 

Your hands came up to his thighs, keeping you steady during the rough movements. After a few hard thrusts you were able to take over, making Wooyoung a moaning mess. You bobbed your head, varying the pace from moment to moment. Still, you wanted to edge him even more. You carefully pulled back your lips, grazing his shaft with your teeth. 

“Ah!” Wooyoung quivered from your ministrations. His knees wobbled dangerously and his whines became more and more desperate. “Please, fuck, please let me cum.”

You hollowed your cheeks, encouraging him to follow his pleas. Hot spurts of cum trickled down your throat.

Wooyoung came with an outcry. As soon as he finished, he stepped back on shaking legs. A thin line of spit connected your lips to his dick until he reached enough distance.

You observed him a moment longer as he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked back at you with half lidded eyes, the pleasure still evident on his features.

“So far our little prisoner only handled one at a time”, Hongjoong stated with a wicked grin. He glanced over at Mingi and motioned him to come closer with a nod of his head.

You watched as both men moved over to your sides. Their height difference made your head spin with imaginations of what was to come. Your eyes switched between both men, barely noticing how they freed themselves and leisurely pumped their dicks. You could only focus on your rapidly beating heart and the heat building inside of your body.

Mingi tapped his dick against your cheek, moving your attention to his long cock. “Open up”, he told you with another tap - this time on your lips.

You followed his command without wasting a second, even letting your tongue roll out. 

“Listens quite well”, Mingi let the others know as he pushed himself into your awaiting mouth. He grunted deeply and placed his large hand on the top of your head, which nearly covered it completely.

Even with his hand on your head, you had to work for him. You chose the tempo and how deep you actually wanted to go. 

But just as you found your rhythm, Hongjoong cleared his throat behind you. He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you off of Mingi’s dick. Hongjoong chuckled at seeing your tear-stained face. “Don’t forget about me, gorgeous.”

You silently shook your head. You’d never forget about him, you wanted to tell him. 

Hongjoong still pumped his own dick, glancing down at himself to indicate you should go to work now. 

While he wasn’t as long as Mingi’s, you still had to relax your jaw while sucking him off. To your surprise though, Hongjoong pushed you away from himself after a moment, motioning for you to focus on Mingi again.

Almost delirious from kneeling between two princes, you felt bold enough to raise your chained hands to use them on Hongjoong’s cock while blowing Mingi. 

You changed between both of them, ignoring how tired your arms got, until Hongjoong commanded you to sit still. 

Mingi and Hongjoong did the rest, only seconds later spurting strings of cum over your face and upper body.

You wiped your face with your fingers and licked them clean right after it. A smile spread over your lips, when you noticed the lustful eyes of the men as they stepped back to make place for someone else.

San’s gaze seemed soft on the surface. He cupped your face, helping you to clean off the cum. He grinned when you eagerly opened your mouth to clean his thumb, silently thanking him for his help.

You swirled your tongue around his digit, looking up at him through your lashes. With every move of your tongue though, you noticed how his eyes darkened and the lust grew more and more prominent. 

San pressed his thumb down on your tongue, smirking when you tried fighting against it. He forced your mouth open. His smirk grew once your jaw slackened. San grabbed his dick with his free hand and rubbed it over your lips, smearing his precum over them.

You wanted to wrap your lips around his cock, wanted to lick along his shaft with your tongue but you couldn’t do anything - just sit there and keep your mouth open for San.

Only towards the end did San let go of your jaw, ordering you to finish him off. 

You wrapped your hands around his base while you hollowed your cheeks to go down on him. You tried rotating your wrists for an extra kick but the limited movements of your hands made the job slightly harder. 

You noticed how San’s nose scrunched up the closer he got to his release. You moved your head back, resting his twitching cock on your outstretched tongue.

San watched how string after string of cum shot into your mouth and pooled on your tongue. He groaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back until his load emptied out.

With a small smirk you kept your mouth open and moved your tongue around for a bit, playing with his cum before you swallowed it.

You sat back on your heels, licking over your lips. Even though your head and thoughts were spinning, you knew you weren’t done yet. You thought the next prince would simply step in front of you but when you turned your head, Jongho beckoned you towards him.

You pushed yourself up on your feet - the first few steps slightly uncertain from kneeling for quite some time. You walked up the five steps and stopped in front of Jongho, raising one eyebrow as you looked down at him.

Jongho chuckled and simply leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. He looked at you, daring you to blow his mind.

Without hesitation you dropped down on your knees again. Your hands wandered over his strong thighs and up to the waistband of his pants. You giggled softly when Jongho lifted his hips to help you remove his pants. 

His eyes darkened and focused on you even more after hearing your giggle. Jongho swallowed harshly. Somehow - even without your mouth on his dick yet - he understood the reactions of the others.

You started with small kitten licks, fascinated Jongho only made little hums as a reaction. Trying to get even more out of him, you went down on him. You didn’t go slow nor tried teasing him. You simply desired to take all of him in.

“Shit.”

If you would have been able to, you would have smirked upon hearing him curse and seeing how his mask slowly broke down. The second you felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, you inhaled through your nose deeply and then pushed yourself down on him until your nose pressed against his sternum. You stayed in that position and only moved away once you milked Jongho dry.

Seonghwa appeared next to you and gently pulled you up on your feet, smiling awkwardly when your attention drifted to him. His beauty entranced you. 

“You did so well already”, Seonghwa mumbled and guided you a few steps away from Jongho. He had watched the other princes patiently, keeping silent about his painfully hard dick. He had watched how some of them were hard again and simply resumed to please themselves while they watched you intently. Seonghwa though hadn’t touched himself at all.

“I’ll do well for you too”, you whispered back, hands already rubbing over his clothed dick. 

Seonghwa exhaled sharply and closed his eyes. He took in the feeling, shuddering from the pleasure running through his whole body. “Please.”

Ever so slowly you got down on your knees one more time, removing his pants and undergarments at the same time. 

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, using your thumb to circle his leaking hole. You looked up to his face, noticing how he bit down on his lower lip. 

He barely opened his eyes - just enough to see you opening your lips and enveloping them around the head of his cock. Seonghwa praised you softly, brushing strands of your hair out of your face over and over again.

Once Seonghwa came, you were barely able to swallow his load before he pulled you up on your feet again and slammed his mouth on yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, licking along your lips, teeth and own tongue as well - tasting his and maybe even the cum of the others. 

His kiss turned your world upside down. Your thoughts tumbled through your head without any control, just like your desire swirled through your whole body. It yearned for more.

After Seonghwa broke the kiss and guided you back to your spot before the eight thrones, you silently stood there - eyes unfocused, breathing irregular and mouth slightly open.

The eight princes had found their respective seats again, sharing meaningful glances between one another. 

“I think all of us can agree that your statement wasn’t just a bluff”, Hongjoong announced, pulling you out of your trance.

“And we’re willing to redeem you.”

“Under one condition”, Wooyoung chimed in and somewhat interrupted Seonghwa, who momentarily glared at him but returned to look at you with a smile and a nod.

“What condition?” You asked carefully, eyeing each of the princes.

“You’ll stay at the palace.” Jongho told you simply.

“Make use of your head.” San had his silver glass back in his hand and toasted it towards you with a wink.

Yunho shifted to the edge of his seat and leaned forward. “Maybe even more than just your head.” A smirk played over his lips as his eyes wandered along your form.

“We wouldn’t want to send you to the guillotine after all.” 

You straightened upon hearing Mingi’s words. But when you turned your head to look at him and saw a teasing grin on his face, you relaxed again and nodded in confirmation.

Yeosang’s deep voice pulled your attention at last: “I hope you’re ready for what is to come.”

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rule number one: do not under any circumstances sleep with a roommate.

a rule you put in place several years ago, freshman year of college when your eye landed on the person you were assigned to, and it has never failed you in the six years since that moment.

your reasons for such a rule are simple: 1) no muddled feelings or relationships if you don’t fuck. too many people get involved in relationships that have benefits but no feelings and it tends to end badly when someone gets jealous or catches feelings for the other. so it’s easiest to avoid that issue altogether. 2) no annoying questions from friends or family. while you still do hear the stray ‘are you dating’ question here and there, it’s greatly avoided because you can easily say without an ounce of guilt ‘no, we’re not fucking and we don’t plan to’. 

Keep reading

7:38 PM

Pairing: Jongho x reader Genre: fluff, a bit of angst Word count: 383 Warnings: stressed!reader, mention of annoying coworker, bad weather, that’s all I think?

Rainwater drips down your face as you shut the door, entering your apartment. It had been a pretty sunny week, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you to work, but the weather took a turn for the worse when you drove home. It was pouring when you parked, so you had to carry your jacket over your head when you ran inside. Said jacket was now completely soaked through. 

You sigh, wiping the water off your forehead, only for more to drip down from your hair. You kick off your shoes and put them by the door, planning to take them outside to dry later when it was a little less rainy. Your cat comes over and winds around your legs as you hang up your jacket on the coat rack—you’ll take that outside later, too. You pick him up and kiss his forehead as he starts purring, seemingly unbothered by how drenched you are. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you hum when you see Jongho by the stove, cooking something. It smells like tomatoes, and you can see an open soup can next to the fridge. 

“Hi honey, dinner will be ready whenever you are. Did you have a good day?” your boyfriend says, turning to smile at you. 

Truth be told, your day was kind of terrible. You lost count of how many frantic emails you got about insurance renewals, your coworker was distracting you all day because she finally won her divorce case and wouldn’t stop bragging about it, your intern was sobbing for an hour because she got rejected from three grad schools in one day (thus distracting you further), and your lunch was stolen from the breakroom fridge. But seeing Jongho’s smile made all of those stresses disappear. 

“It went pretty well. This smells delicious, thank you for making it, honey. I’ll be ready soon,” you say, walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“That’s good. Let me know when you’re out, I’ll make grilled cheese to dip in the soup,” he says, kissing you in return. “Use one of my candles if you want.”

You chuckle inwardly; he could see right through you, and often let you use his candles whenever you were stressed.

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

10:44 AM

Pairing: Yeosang x reader Genre: Fluff, a small amount of angst if you squint but mostly fluff Warnings: Mentions of lost friendships (not really though), mentions of awkward interactions. Word count: 589 Summary: You meet an old friend.

You almost couldn’t believe it. Seeing him, someone you haven’t seen in nearly five years, sitting right in front of the desk you’d planned to sit at. You’d heard that he was attending this school too, maybe even in the same program, but you didn’t think that he’d actually be in any of your classes. Let alone one of the core classes for your major.

It was… jarring, to say the least. But not unwelcome.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, sitting behind him. He turns around and blinks, eyes widening when he realizes who you are.

“Oh, yn! Hi! I had no idea you were here,” he says, blushing.

“Here as in this school or here as in this class or…?” you tease. He chuckles, then shrugs, indicating both. 

“Well, yep, I’m here. And now I’m sitting behind you.” “Yes, you are.”

A silence ensues, neither of you really knowing what to say. It had been a while. The last time you two really hung out was in freshman year of high school, and after that you only glanced at each other in the halls sometimes, saying hi in passing. You weren’t on unfriendly terms, not at all, just… unfamiliar ones now. 

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other,” he says, still blushing slightly. You grin and nod, about to verbally agree when the teacher walks in. He smiles politely and turns back to the front of the room.

It was a bit strange. You two knew so much about each other, since you had known each other since you were seven, but now felt like strangers. You knew what his favorite colors were over a span of seven years, how he liked his eggs, who he’d had a crush on at nine years old, his favorite teachers at thirteen, his first girlfriend at fourteen, and so much more. And he knew the same about you, though maybe a few different milestones. 

And yet, it felt like you knew nothing about each other.

Maybe the disconnect happened in freshman year, when he told you he was dating someone. He had been waiting for you for seven years, he had said, and couldn’t bear you not returning his feelings, so he started pursuing someone else. But you had secretly loved him that whole time, and told him as much. That was when the awkwardness began—he couldn’t just break up with his girlfriend, he loved her too. So you two hung out less and less, until you found yourselves with different friends and different loves. 

His hair had been blond at graduation, but it looks like he’s dyed it back to black. You continue to stare at the back of his head until he senses you and turns around, giving you a quizzical glance. You just smile and wink, mouthing the words “hi, Sangie” and waving your fingers slightly. He blushes slightly, mouthing a “hi, yn” before whipping around to face the front again.

A small, folded piece of paper is tossed onto your desk five minutes later. 

“There’s a boba place a few streets away from campus, want to check it out with me after class? 

<3, Sangie” it said.

You smile, remembering notes in a similar format from interactions in the past. You tap his shoulder three times, your code for “yes,” and sit back. 

You don’t know if it’s just a friendly hangout or a precursor to a date, but one thing is for sure: you have a feeling you’re going to really enjoy this class.