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yunhobug · 1 year

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Yeosang NSFW Alphabet

Yeosang x Gn!reader

w: Yeo is a hard dom, and I stand by that decision

Requested by @anyamaris

a/n: When i tell yall i was LOOSING IT while writing this one

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare for you is aftercare for him

he’s going to make sure you’re okay and clean you guys both up

but he loves to cuddle and have some pillow talk after everything has happened

maybe you guys will turn on a show and relax after in each others arms

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves his arms, yeosang has worked out a lot and worked hard on the body he has

he loves to lift you up and show off his work

on you he loves your hands, thinks they’re so cute, especially when you’re trying to hold onto something, your tight grip on him makes his head swirl

he also LOVES when you run your fingers across his biceps and shoulders

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to cum on your chest and down your throat if you’ll let him

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to have outdoor sex so bad, wants to take you on a picnic date out in a pretty secluded meadow, or maybe the beach

There’s something that gets him going about seeing you so fucked out in such a pretty place

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s one of the less experienced members but he’s enthusiastic about you, your body, and sex

he knows a bit about his likes but he wants to explore more

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES DOGGY

like seriously loves the view he gets and how deep he can go

also loves spooning, especially during morning sex

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not super goofy but he can be lighthearted at times, he’s able to laugh off an accident or embarrassing moment when it happens

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

extremely clean shaven, he’s not bare but he keeps it pretty short

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I don’t think yeosang would need a ton of intimacy with his partner to have a sexual relationship

he could have sex without any romantic feelings

that being said if you want him to be more romantic he most definitely will, you’re his baby and what you say goes!

we will also go all out on anniversaries and birthdays

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

a few times a week, especially when you tease him with pictures at inappropriate times

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Yeo has a major strength kink, loves how easily he can lift you and manhandle you into any position he wants

Also has a really big thing for edging, he think it’s so hot to see you get so frustrated. When you’re shaking, crying, and begging him to let you cum

loves to degrade you, makes it so you want prove that you can do a good job just for him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Like i mentioned earlier he wants to fuck you outside so bad but he also has a thing for car sex

it may be cramped and uncomfortable but knowing anyone could look through the windows and see y’all turns him on to the nines

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He think you look super hot while you work, especially when you’re so concentrated

also generally gets super turned on while making out but that’s a given

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not a very big fan of choking, Yeo is typically pretty confident in bed but he gets nervous about putting his hand around your neck, would rather have you choke on his fingers or cock

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He fucking loves when you give him head, likes to sit down while you kneel in front of him and take his cock

always makes sure to wipe your tears and mock you for not being able to do it good enough

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

loves to be rough with you, but he goes pretty slow just to tease you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t really have an opinion on quickies, he won’t ever initiate them but if you do he won’t stop you at all

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s open to experimenting but he does it with caution

but he definitely likes to push boundaries

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1-2 rounds depending on the night, he’s more focused on you though

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

definitely prefers to do everything on his own but if you had any he wouldn’t ever get upset over that (toys are your friends not competition)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves to tease you, is constantly pushing your limits and throws tons of faux sympathy your way

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s pretty quiet, he gets a bit embarrassed at his own noises and likes to focus on pulling more sounds out of you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to put you in front of a mirror, spreads your legs wide to make you watch how he works your body

“Watch with me baby, look how pretty you look while you cum from just my fingers” (AHHH)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s def one of the bigger Ateez members

Easily seven inches, and he fucking knows he’s big too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

has a lower drive than some of the others, I would say 3 times a week minimum

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I mentioned in the letter “A” section he would prefer to stay up and talk for a bit

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Let me show you.

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

CW: Reader’s first time, fingering (F receiving), protected sex, praise.

Word Count: 3826

Summary: You were envious of your best friend’s colourful sex life since yours was non existent. The frustration of being a virgin was getting to be too much, so who better to help you out than the one person you trust the most.

Part of StayTeez Trope’pril

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Nothing sucks more than feeling like the unattractive one of the friendship group, and what makes it worse is the fact you know for sure that with the boys especially, they're not even the slightest bit innocent. How could they be when they're literally the most attractive men you've ever laid eyes on?

Especially Yeosang.

Who's been such a close friend for years, you know everything that's happened with him even if it didn't come out of his mouth. It made you so jealous, and insecure. It's saddening in your eyes that you've only ever gone as far as to kiss someone, not ever having the trust there with anyone to let it get any further. Not having trust in them and yourself, not knowing if you'd be impressive anyway.

That's all you can think about, especially when Yeosang's phone constantly pings with notifications when you're trying to focus on the game of Mario Kart but the notifications get you dangerously curious as to what's going on in his life.

"Someone's popular." You quip, nudging his shoulder lightly as his character on the game goes slightly off the track.

"What was that for, look, I'm 5th place now! And I don't want to be, I wish my phone would stop for at least an hour." He smiles back, the smile slowly fading into a slight frown as he rolls his eyes at the next notification sound to come through.

“Seriously what has your phone going off like that?”

“It’s the dating apps I haven’t used in a while, I keep getting matches and they just won’t stop messaging me.” He sighs trying to put more of his focus into the game.

“You’re on dating apps?” You scoff, you couldn’t believe a guy like him would need a dating app all he has to do is step outside and he has women falling at his feet.

“Have you had much luck dating wise from them?” His eyes widen at your question and his cheeks flush with a light shade of pink.

“Umm...Well...” He’s trying to find the most vague way to describe it to you but he couldn’t think of anything other than the blunt truth.

“Put it this way...I don’t use them for dating.”

“Well if you don’t use them for dating why do you have them?” He clears his throat before answering you.

“I use them to get laid, it’s a lot easier than going to a club, but like I said I haven’t been on them in a while.”

“It’s that easy?” You ask scoffing again.

“I guess so, I just swiped for a few hours a day and matches were made.”

“You didn’t think you could potentially date any of these girls?”

“Nah, I was looking for girls who were just up for a fling, a one night stand.” You were quiet after listening to him explain, your insecurities coming back. He made it sound so easy like all you had to do was push a few buttons and there you go, a new girl in your bed every week. But you knew it wasn’t that simple, Yeosang was gifted with a pretty face, smooth voice and sweet mannerisms, but you on the other hand was awkward and couldn’t help but stutter when a cute guy spoke to you, if they spoke to you that is.

The sadness was weighing down on you and you started to loose focus in the game, your character dropping from 1st to 7th quickly. Yeosang noticed how you weren’t playing so well and looked over to you, seeing the melancholy look on your face.

“What’s up?” He asked, giving your shoulder a little bump with his but gaining no answer from you. Nudging you again and with still no answer he puts his controller down and sits facing you.

“Yeo you’re gonna lose if you don’t move.” You say quietly, trying to will your focus back into the game.

“I don’t care, tell me what’s up, you’re all quiet and glum now.”

“It’s nothing.” You answer simply, but unlucky for you Yeosang knows you like the back of his hand, he knew it wasn’t nothing. Pausing the game he takes your controller from your hand and sets it down next to his. You look up at him confused and he grabs the sides of your legs to move you to face him.

“Y/n, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Look it’s really stupid, it’s nothing you need to worry about, I’ll be fine.” You stress, leaning forward to get your controller but Yeosang beats you to it, snatching up both controllers and holding them away from you and giving you a warning look.

“Okay fine, I guess I’m just a little jealous about how exciting your sex life is.” You pout as he gives you a small giggle.

“Told you it was stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid, why are you so jealous anyway it’s not like it’s a big deal?” He says, his chuckles fading away but his smile still present on his face.

“I’m just so envious that you can sleep with any girl you want and it’s as easy as blinking for you and then there’s me, still a virgin and I can’t even get a guy to look at me let alone fucking sleep with me.” His smile drops and his face forms a more shocked expression.

“What?” You ask, hissing slightly feeling a little annoyed.

“I didn’t know you were still a virgin.” He responds, eyes still wide with shock as you groan at him.

“Well it’s not exactly something I advertise and you being shocked doesn’t really help.” You whine hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I just thought you’d lost it ages ago, to that guy....what’s his name?”

“Felix? Yeah, that didn’t last long, I didn’t even kiss him.” Yeosang shuffles closer to you slightly, his full attention on you now.

“You don’t have to answer this but how far have you gone with a guy?” You’re cheeks heat up from the question, if anyone else had asked you, you’d have flat out refused to say, but this was Yeosang, the one you trusted with your life.

“I’ve only ever kissed someone.”

“Is there something stopping you from sleeping with anyone or are you just not ready yet?” His tone is soft, he doesn’t mean to poke his nose into your personal business but he can see it’s bothering you so he wanted to help in anyway he could.

“I just haven’t trusted anyone enough. Having sex makes you vulnerable to the other person and while I’ve been attracted to some guys I haven’t had that full trust with them to become that level of vulnerable with them. I’m just annoyed at myself at this point, I just want to know what all the hype is about and why everyone praises sex so much.” You sigh. Getting it out in the open was like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders, but that still didn’t change the fact you were still frustrated.

“Is there someone you can think of you trust in that way?” Yeosang asks, curiosity getting the better of him. You stay quiet, you have a name in mind but you couldn’t find it in you to say.

“Do you trust me?” His tone perked up, almost like he was joking.

“Yeo, you know I trust you with my life, you don’t need to ask that.”

“Well if you trust me that much then maybe you’d let me help you out?” His question was a serious one but his face and tone donning an air of playfulness so not to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. Your eyes widened as you brought your head up to look at him, you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if he was playing so you keep quiet.

“You said you trust me right?” You nod in reply. “So in all seriousness I’m offering to help you out, I promise you I won’t judge, laugh, make jokes, none of that and if you agree we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with, you tell me to stop and I’ll stop instantly.”

“Yeo...I can’t ask you to do that.” You say hesitantly.

“You’re not asking me anything y/n, I’m offering. If it’s not what you want then just tell me no and we’ll leave it here and not talk about it again.” His tone was more serious and hands were on yours, his warmth comforting you as you thought about it.

You had to admit to yourself the thought had crossed your mind on many occasions. Yeosang was the type of guy you thought only existed in books, but here he was sat in front of you, your best friend, offering to be your first. There was a war going on in your head as you thought over the options. Option one was you let him be your first and then run the risk of potentially fucking up your friendship, option two was you tell him no and you stay a frustrated virgin.

“Okay.” You say with a shaky breath and so quietly he didn’t know if he heard you correctly.

“Hmm?”

“Okay. I trust you and I know you’ll look after me.” You couldn’t hide your nervousness and Yeosang could see that so it was only right he took things extra slow with you.

“Is now okay with you or do you want to pick a day, give yourself time to mentally prepare, I don’t want you to feel rushed is all.”

“No it’s okay, now is good, I’m just...nervous.” He gave you a small smile before inching himself closer to you until his knees were against yours, his hands squeezing yours a little tighter.

“It’s okay, I’ll go slow...can I kiss you first?” Your breath hitched in your throat, this was really happening, what was meant to be a normal game day with you best friend has now turned into this. You give a small nod, not daring to look him in the eye out of seer embarrassment. He gives a low sigh and uses a finger to turn your head to face him.

“I need you to tell me, I won’t do anything until you tell me with words that it’s okay.”

“You can kiss me.” You say shyly. He gave you a warm smile as he held your face in his hand slowly bringing you closer to him. He kissed you softly, his lips barely grazing yours and you couldn’t fight the little smile that spread across your face.

“Yeo.” You say pulling back with a giggle. “I’ve kissed before and I’m not made of glass.” He gave you a small wide eyed nod before pulling you back in kissing you properly this time. His lips moulded and moved perfectly with yours, guiding you to match his rhythm. You don’t know why but kissing Yeosang felt right, it was comfortable and you started to wonder why you hadn’t done this a lot sooner.

You felt him deepen the kiss, his pace picking up and his tongue lightly grazing your bottom lip, the small gasp you let out was enough for him to slip his tongue inside, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you closer. He felt himself get carried away but there seemed to be no objection from you so he carried on.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you further up the bed to lay you down comfortably, only pulling away from the kiss for a brief moment to ask of you were okay. With a positive response and a small smile from you he stepped it up a notch. His hands wandered under your shirt slowly, his hands on your bare waist felt hot to the touch and heat slowly pooled at your core, but that didn't stop you feeling nervous.

"Can I take this off?" He asked against your lips. You gave him a shaky nod of your head but he gave you the look that screamed he wasn't happy with the answer.

"Yes." You whisper making him smile.

"That's better." He slowly peeled your shirt over your head but your arms flew up to cover your chest. This was the barest you'd been around Yeosang and you didn't know how you felt about it.

"Hey, it's okay, would this help?" He sits up slightly and removes his own shirt, throwing it off the bed to join yours on the floor.

"We're even now." He smiles and it did indeed make you feel more comfortable. He kissed you again to take your mind off of things, meanwhile he moved himself to slot between your legs and you gasp lightly at the feeling of his erection brushing against your clothed core. It was impossible to hide the smirk that grew on his face at your reaction, his hands slipping underneath you to grab your ass and pull you against him even more.

"Can I take these off too?" He asks again, pulling lightly at the waistband of your sweatpants. You grant him permission and his lips are away from you completely, sitting back in his heels as he once again slowly peels your clothing from you, his eyes never leaving yours like he was waiting for you to stop him. With your sweatpants gone he makes quick work of his own to make it even again and you smile, happy he was doing that to keep you comfortable.

"So soaked already." He coos but before he could kiss you again your hands were over your face, hiding how you were blushing so hard with embarrassment.

"Yeoo!"

"Hey," He starts, lightly pulling your hands away from your face. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's normal and it tells me I'm doing something right, okay?"

He trails kisses down your neck and collar only moving more and more down, his eyes flick up to you every now and again just to be sure. Stopping at the band of your panties he asks again if it was okay. Now the nerves were setting in and you couldn’t form a response straight away.

“I can move them to the side for now if it makes you feel better, they don’t need to come off yet if you don’t want them to.” You agree to that, the thought of at least having something on your lower half for now making the anxiety more bearable.

“Do you want my mouth or fingers baby?” The question made your eyes shoot open wide, you weren’t expecting him to ask what you wanted, you thought he’d take the lead and do what he’s used to, but no, he wanted your input and these were questions you didn’t really have an answer for.

“What?”

“Do you want me to use my mouth or my fingers?” He asked again, hovering himself over you so he could make proper eye contact. His hands stroked the inside of your thighs as he waited for your answer, the sensation making goose bumps cover your skin.

“Umm...Fingers.” You finally say and he lowers himself on top of you with a smile.

“Fingers it is.” His fingers ghost their way along your slit, collecting your wetness on his fingertips making a shaky breath pass your lips. His lips make themselves busy, peppering light kisses along your cheeks and nose, slightly distracting you from the way the pressure of his figures increased when they find your clit.

Your body reacted just they way he wanted it to when he circled his fingers around your bud, your hips moving to meet his movements, breathy whines leaving your mouth and your eyes fluttered closed from pleasure. He could feel himself growing harder and harder from every small noise you made, but he had to wait for now, right now this was all about you.

““Are you okay?” He whispered against your cheek.

“Feels nice.” Was all you could get yourself to say, your breath hitching every time he brushed over a certain spot. Yeosang teased a finger at your entrance, glancing at you trying to read your responses to his touch, with no warning signs from you he proceeded to slip a finger inside. You gasp at the intrusion and Yeosang moves to kiss you again, kissing you though every movement.

In no time he had you moaning into his mouth and slipped another finger into you, scissoring you open making sure you were properly prepped for later. His fingers curl up into your sweet spot and he smiles as he feels your walls flutter around him.

“Right here?” He asks slightly teasingly and you nod, the sensation being too much for you to form even a word of response. His hands speed up making sure to repeatedly hit the spot that had you moaning louder and louder against his lips.

A knot started to form in your stomach, an unfamiliar feeling to you but you welcomed it anyway. Your breathing got heavier and your walls were clenching around Yeosang’s fingers more and more as he drove you closer to your high.

“That’s it.” He encourages. “Just let it go baby, just let it go.” With a few more thrusts of his fingers he had your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you, pulling you in for a deep kiss, kissing you through the whole thing as he slows down his ministrations making sure to help you ride it out.

Coming back to your senses you’re met with Yeosang’s bright smile, his eyes taking in your fucked out state, smiling through the discomfort his erection was now giving him from being confined for so long.

“How was that? Are you okay?” You couldn’t find the words to tell him how you felt but your face said it all to him, you were on cloud 9 right now and your anxiety had seemed to slip away.

“Do you want to keep going? We can stop if you want to.” HIs hands rubbed at your hips lightly as he waited for your answer.

“Keep going.” You breathe out finally finding your words again.

“Can I take these off you now?” His fingers play with the waistband of your now soaked panties and you grant him permission. He’s not so slow in removing the last items of clothing, your panties and his boxers flying into the pile on the floor in seconds. He leaves you for a second longer to fish out a condom from his bedside table before dropping it on the bed next to you and settling himself between your legs again.

“Are you sure about this?”

“More than ever, I trust you.” His heart swelled at that, he knew how much trust you were putting in him and it meant the world to him and he was over the moon you chose to do this with him and not some random asshole from a bar. He gives you a small nod and a peck before pulling away to put the condom on and line himself with you.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready.” Yeosang slowly pushes into you, the stretch singing slightly making you squeeze your eyes shut. He could see the discomfort on your face and peppered you with kisses again.

“You’re doing great, I’m sorry it’s uncomfortable, it’ll be over soon.” He kept talking you through it, making your mind concentrate on something else as he slowly bottomed out.

Once he was fully sheathed he stopped all movements to give you time to adjust, despite the desperate urge to keep thrusting, the tightness of you around his cock making him go insane.

“Just tell me when you’re ready.” Yeosang says biting back a groan secretly hoping you won’t take too long. To his relief it doesn’t take you long before you’re asking him to move again, your own impatience taking over.

His thrusts start off slow, helping you to ease through the discomfort until it became pleasurable for you. Once your moans picked up again and you seemed to be enjoying yourself Yeosang’s pace picked up also, gradually getting faster and faster with every thrust he gave you. Your walls so tight around him like a vice had his head spiraling as he let the overwhelming pleasure take over everything, it wasn’t until he heard a small cry from you did he snap back to reality. His eyes focusing in on you again to see discomfort on your face again and then it hit him.

“Ah shit, I’m sorry.” He groans lightly slowing down his thrusts. “I got a little carried away there, am I hurting you?”

“No...I’m okay.” You pant, your hands gripping his toned biceps grounding yourself.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and lifting your hips slightly Yeosang was able to thrust into you deeper, hitting your sweet spot again making you cry out.

“I’m sorry I...”

“No...Keep going...please.” You beg, the knot forming in your stomach again ready to snap at any moment. Your fingers dug into his arms leaving small crescents from your nails as you were edged closer and closer to another orgasm. Your walls were fluttering around him uncontrollably and it had his high spurring closer and closer with you.

“You’re doing so well for me, so pretty, you look and sound so pretty.” His low voice rang through your ears. Moments later Yeosang had you cumming around his cock, mouth open in silent moans and your hands gripping him even harder as your legs trembled around him before falling to the bed limp. Your orgasm caused his to hit at the same time, his muscles tensing and a low moan falling from his lips as he fucked you both through the remainder of your highs.

You let out a small whine when Yeosang pulled out from you, feeling a little sore and he floods you with apologies again. After disposing of the filled condom, Yeosang flops next to you on the bed, the room silent except from the heavy panting coming from you both.

“I can see what the hype is about now.” You chuckle still slightly out of breath making Yeosang laugh along with you.

Leaning across you to grab his phone, you can't help but look at the blinding screen of him deleting the dating apps from his phone.

"Been meaning to do that for a while." He mumbles to himself, smiling at you as he sets his phone back down.

"How come?" You flutter your eyes at him, leaning on your elbows as you look down at his smiling face.

A moment of pause appears, Yeosang's too busy looking at your face, taking in every little detail he could possibly see.

"I've got everything I need here" You eyes widen at his sudden...dare you say it...confession?

“What do you mean?” He looks at you with another sweet smile, wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you flush against him.

“You’re all I need...That’s if you feel the same too.” You could have sworn your heart swelled to twice it’s size. You press a kiss to his lips, confirming you felt the same. You were both a mess of limbs, sheets and sweat, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way, you were with the one you trusted, the one who took your virginity, your one.

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sanjoongie · 11 months

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Cuddles and Throw Blankets

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Series

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Yunho x Bunny Hybrid! reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! Yeosang ღGenre: fluff, romance ღAu: hybrid au, strangers to lovers ღWord Count: 2,041 ღWarnings: mentions of mxm, rumblings of Hops heat beginning, poly semantics ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: when a movie night turns into unforeseen cuddles, San and Seonghwa realize that they may have a bunny heat on their hands, and they entrust Yeosang to bond with Hops, in hopes he can take on that burden while they're unavailable

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ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta babies

With your chin on your knees and your arms wrapped around your legs, you're quite engrossed with the movie playing in front of you. Seonghwa's long, ringed fingers were entangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing into the back of your long bunny ears. San was on the other side of him, and although Seonghwa isn't doing anything as intimate as he's doing with you, the casual hand resting on San’s thighs is plenty of a statement. On the other side of you was Yunho, long legs laid out before him, chin in chest laying out on the rest of the sectional. It was movie night for the Thunder and your first true time spent with them all. Even the ever-elusive Hongjoong, who you had honestly never even met yet, was behind you in the kitchen; the chair turned around so his chin could rest on the back of the chair.

"Wait, so they're tiny now? But then, why are there other tiny people down there?" Wooyoung demanded, kettle chip on the way up to his mouth.

"Because they're in the quantum realm," Mingi supplied, not looking up from the iPad he was reading.

"You're not even watching!" Yeosang accused.

"We watched it already. Some of us have real jobs to go to," Jongho supplied.

"Just because I didn't go to school and get a degree doesn't mean my work isn't a real job," Yeosang argued.

Smoke began to curl from San’s sneered lips. "How about shutting up for the rest of us that haven't watched it, then?"

"Cool it, San," Seonghwa insisted gently, hand squeezing San’s thigh and spreading ice on the cotton sweats.

You turn around to stare at San, who meets your eyes and then grumbles, "It's fine, Hops. Watch the movie."

The tension in the air relaxed a bit, and you settled down. The dragon hybrids weren't quite used to how flighty your instincts were, especially around arguments and disagreements. It was an adjustment, but they were working on it. With Jongho, as the professional therapist, there to guide them through the mental maelstrom that was usually their loft, they had a much better chance at settling down a bit so that you weren't on edge all the time.

"I'm going to the washroom," Seonghwa whispered into your ear, making you shiver as he kissed the crown of your head.

You were about to scoot over and steal Seonghwa’s warmth and enjoy some San cuddles, but the movie drew you back in, and you never ended up moving. But that slight shiver that Seonghwa had instilled in you hadn't left. Your skin still had goosebumps, and your nipples were pebbles. San scrunched up his nose as your smell went a hair's-width fraction of sweeter than you were before. Yunho’s warmth was closer, so you leaned toward him.

Yunho, extremely aware of you and how close you were, and how good you smelled, sat up as you moved closer. He shot a glance to San, who was looking at Yunho now, watching with studious eyes. Yunho's tree-themed, tattooed arms moved behind you, not to wrap around you but to place a palm hand down and simply lean into you. Your body moved self-consciously towards the warmth, tail whooshing as your hip pressed against Yunho’s side.

San's jaw tightened, dark scales glinting from the tv screen, but he didn't shake his head at Yunho, so Yunho raised his arm behind the couch, along the back of it. Yeosang was now in tune with the new entertainment that wasn't the movie suddenly. You moved once again, sighing as your cheek lay against Yunho’s chest.

Yunho’s neon-orange eyes were wide with questions as Seonghwa took back his seat. His eyes were slit and focused on just how cuddly and comfortable you were with one of the Thunder who was NOT him or San. It was a good sign. Honestly, San had been worried about being absent with his upcoming business trip. And Seonghwa was fairly booked up with clients this coming week as well. But internally, neither of them was ready for you to bond with Yunho.

There wasn't anything actually bad with Yunho. It was simply the fact that Yunho was endowed in a way that…dragonkind believed meant Yunho was fertile. And if anyone, ANYONE, was going to knock you up accidentally, it was Yunho. And they weren't quite prepared for that.

"It was odd, right, the way Hops was acting?" San brought up later that night.

San had deposited you into his bed, where you immediately burrowed into his pillows and blankets and fell soundly asleep. It was his night sleeping with you, but he needed to spare some time with Seonghwa first. Questions needed to be answered.

As the evening progressed, you ended up on Yunho’s lap, a baggy sweater of Seonghwa's pulled over your knees. You were so tiny on Yunho’s lap. It was honestly making Yunho’s head drift to places he probably shouldn't be without a good talk with San and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa's mouth twitched to the side of his cheek in thought, leaning back with both arms on his bed. "She's so communicative about everything. She would have asked you AND Yunho if what she was doing was okay. I don't think she even realized what she was doing--or that she even needed it."

"We're going to have to have that talk, aren't we?" San sighed.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Oh please, like you aren't excited to share her with Yeosang."

San frowned heavily. "I barely want to share her with you. Why would you say that?"

Seonghwa smirked. "Why? Who was pouting that Yunho took Yeosang’s usual spot on the couch?"

San coughed. "That's beside the point. I'm not going to be able to catch Yeosang before I leave for my trip. Do you think you can talk to him? I'll distract Hops while you do."

"Distract, huh?" Seonghwa lifted off the bed and tapped San's chin teasingly.

"Will you or will you not?" San huffed, his stare demanding an answer.

"Fine, I'll tackle asking Yeosang if he would like to be the first to attempt to bond with Hops," Seonghwa agreed. His hand gripped San’s jaw tightly suddenly. "But you're going to have to learn to share better," Seonghwa growled softly. He let his cold nip at San lightly. "Or I'll teach you." San’s tongue came out to play with his lip ring, and that was the end of that conversation. For now.

Yeosang was surprised he was the first one asked, considering that he was the spark to the dynamite that was the fight you experienced a few weeks ago. His brows shot into his fringe, electric green eyes blown out at the idea of being the next one that you might lean on.

"Take her shopping," Seonghwa suggested, "You're the interior designer. Help her buy some stuff that might make this place seem more like her own."

So, with San’s hefty black credit card, you went shopping with Yeosang. There were a few of his favorite stores that he brought you to, having been the one who chose the décor for the Thunder's place to begin with, but also keeping in mind your preference over cute and fluffy things. San had a gentle smile on his face when he told Yeosang that you loved all things soft and warm.

You flitted around the shop upon arrival, in awe of all the new potential accents you could be bringing back to the thunder's loft. You began to touch and contemplate everything, but your energy soon wilted when you saw the price tags. As someone from a communal fluffle, money had to be divided and dispersed, and you didn't have a lot of income yourself as a jeweler on Etsy, so you tended to thrift and reuse old items. Spending this much money on items you could just scrounge up between your place and the Thunder's…

Yeosang was beginning to get worried. He wasn't sure what had drained you of your excitement, but he knew it wasn't right. Your ears were drooping, and if he was reading you correctly, you were sad about something. Anything you had put in the cart in anticipation of building your nest was slowly being put back on the shelf. Had he done something wrong?

"Hops?" Yeosang gently put a hand down on your shoulder as you pulled the blanket you had just put in the cart back on the shelf. "Is everything okay?"

You pasted on a pale smile. "Peachy, why?"

Yeosang tried not to take it personally that you would try to suppress how you felt around him, but this whole trip was for you to bond with him, so perhaps he had not earned that right. Still, he felt responsible since you had neither Seonghwa nor San to lean on in this clearly vulnerable moment.

“Hops,” Yeosang said, giving you direct eye contact. “How are we supposed to shop for your nest if you keep putting everything back?”

Your ears dropped some more. “Everything is so expensive.”

Yeosang sighed, pulling out his wallet. “Hops, we have San’s black card. We’re good.”

“B-but!” You stuttered, “It’s just a throw blanket. That costs more than my weekly income from my jewelry shop.”

Yeosang lifted an eyebrow at you, challenging you. “If you don’t put it back in the cart, I will.”

You clutched the blanket to your chest tightly. “I don’t want to spend unnecessary money.”

Yeosang tentatively put both of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “It’s important to everyone in the Thunder that you have a spot of your own. This is not unnecessary money spent. Not to mention, San’s going to be pretty pissed if I come back, and all you’ve grabbed is a cup from the sales shelf for the bathroom.”

You couldn't help but tear up. You weren’t used to being pampered this way. You knew you were being a bit emotional, and perhaps you should check your calendar to see if it was more hormonal than emotional, but… “Okay, Yeo.”

Yeosang smiled happily and then pressed his lips together so it didn’t encompass his face. He ducked his head in slight embarrassment, a giggle managing to escape his lips. Shit, suddenly, he understood San and Seonghwa’s pull to you. Everything inside of him wanted to tuck you in his room and protect you like you were a horde to keep away from everyone else.

The remainder of the trip was a lot smoother. You strolled, visibly more relaxed, with Yeosang pushing the cart. He would make soft comments and point out objects that he thought would meld well with the thunder’s loft but also matched what you would want. Everything you picked up, you held up for Yeosang for inspection. He would touch it or tell you something about it, and then it would go in the cart.

When you found a chair cushion that you simply wanted to settle into immediately to snuggle with San or Seonghwa, or both, you spun around to ask Yeosang if there was room in the cart but found yourself the subject of Yeosang’s warm gaze.

“What are you smiling at?” You asked even though you were pretty sure what was going on.

“You’re cute,” Yeosang admitted.

You felt your cheeks and neck heat up at the comment. Was Yeosang… flirting with you?

“Your tail keeps wagging under Sannie’s jacket, Hops. You’re beyond adorable,” Yeosang pressed. He brushed past you to grab the chair cushion, and it topped off the cart quite comedically.

“D-don’t look at my tail,” You scolded Yeosang. You couldn't help but bring your arms behind your back and try to pull down San’s letterman jacket further over your tailbone and butt.

Yeosang chuckled, a noise that only a man made when he was quite pleased with himself. “Okay, Hops.”

Perhaps you needed to speak to Seonghwa about the sharing he mentioned between his Thunder. This slight tug that you felt towards Yeosang, the need to bury your hands in his long hair and pull… this was more than just a friendly trip. You wanted Yeosang. You wanted to… yeah. It was definitely time to talk to San and Seonghwa.

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Kang Yeosang x I heard a rumour... × losing composure

Yeosang + Losing Composure + I heard a rumor

The moment Yeosang enters your apartment, you know something is wrong. He's quiet, avoiding your stare, and his fingers keep twitching at his sides. You furrow your brows and scan his body, searching for a clue of what could be wrong, but nothing is sticking out to you.

"Hey, Yeo," you start, keeping your voice light. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," comes his curt reply.

You wait a moment to see if he changes his answer, but he doesn't. Instead, he walks straight to the bedroom and shuts the door. When he emerges five minutes later, his body seems even tauter than before.

Sitting up straighter, you say, "Yeosang, talk to me. What's going on?"

At first, you think he's going to ignore you. He doesn't acknowledge that you've said anything. You debate if you should let it go and give him some space, but you both had decided at the beginning of your relationship that wasn't how you wanted to handle things. Before you can say anything, though, Yeosang whirls on you and stares down at you accusingly.

"I heard a rumor about you." His eyes are lit with an anger that seeps into his tone. "I heard from multiple people that you want to break up, and I think that's a shitty way to find out. I think I deserve more than that after all this time."

"Slow down." You're out of your seat and crossing the room, planting yourself in front of him before the words are completely out of your mouth. "I absolutely do not want to break up with you, and I have no freaking clue how that rumor even started."

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. "Yeosang, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't want to break up."

Some of the fire extinguishes from his gaze as he searches your honest expression. The fight leaves his body, and you can see his shoulders visibly sag.

Seeing his crumpled state, the first thing you want to do is comfort him, but after that? You're going to find out who started that rumor and beat them to a pulp for making Yeosang feel this way.

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔲𝔰

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ɴᴏɴ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.9ᴋ

In the elegant ballroom, every individual glided with elegance and grace, their movements perfectly synchronized with the melodies of the violin and piano. Y/N sat on one of the chairs, admiring the couples twirling in harmony, yearning for a partner of her own.

At that moment, her eyes locked with a man across the room, and his intense gaze caused a subtle blush to spread across her cheeks. She tried to tear her gaze away, but his magnetic presence held her captive.

The rest of the world faded into a blur as it seemed that only the two of them existed in the room. Captivated, the man approached her, bowing respectfully and extending his hand. "May I have this dance, my lady?" Unexpected, yet Y/N didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. "Yes, you may," she replied as her hand interlocked with his. He secured his hand firmly around her waist, while hers rested on his chest.

As they moved to the rhythm of the music, their eyes never wavered from each other's gaze. Transfixed by the captivating allure they each possessed, they danced as if nothing else mattered in the world.

Unbeknownst to them, the gazes of those in the ballroom were fixated on the couple. Some onlookers were shocked, some filled with wonder, and others brimmed with joy.

A warm smile graced the man's lips as he complimented her, "You are truly beautiful, miss. May I inquire your name?" The girl's smile mirrored his, and she responded, "I am Y/N...and what might your name be?" He paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating before finally uttering, "Yeosang." Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, causing the dance to come to an abrupt halt.

The enchantment was broken, revealing the sea of stares directed towards them. Overwhelmed with sudden awareness, Y/N quickly bowed before him, her voice trembling, "Prince Yeosang, please accept my sincerest apologies for any rudeness on my part!" A gentle, breathy laugh escaped his lips, a melody more beautiful than the melodies produced by any violin or piano. "It would be rude of you if you didn't continue dancing with me, miss Y/N," he assured her. Slowly, she lifted herself up, never breaking eye contact with the man. His hands naturally found hers, and they resumed their dance, as if the interruption had never occurred.

"You know, I'm not some princess or anything. My father is actually a castle guard, and we were just invited." She made sure to assert her true identity to him, but he didn't seem too concerned.

"I'm not sure I understand what that has to do with the current situation," he replied, not fully connecting the dots. She bit her lip, at a loss for words, and remained silent.

"Do you ever get the feeling that we've met before?" he asked, looking genuinely curious. "I don't think so," she replied, causing Yeosang to flash her a smile so beautiful it seemed to light up her entire world. "Then I want to get to know you," he added, glancing around the room and noticing the stares they were getting from the other attendees. "Things are getting a bit awkward in here," he remarked, then turned his attention to someone behind Y/N. She followed his gaze to find Prince Taehyun, his brother, standing there. Taehyun seemed to understand the unspoken signal and immediately made his way to their parents' throne. Raising his glass, he shouted with excitement, capturing everyone's attention.

"Listen up, everyone gathered here! I have an announcement," Taehyun exclaimed. As the focus shifted from Y/N and Yeosang to Taehyun, Yeosang took the opportunity to grab Y/N's hand and swiftly guide her towards the exit of the ballroom.

•『♡』• ════════════•『♡』

Y/N took in the breathtaking sight of the beautifully arranged garden she found herself in. Blooming colorful flowers of various shapes and sizes adorned the landscape, they swayed gently in the cool breeze.

"I've always had a fondness for flowers," he stated, plucking a delicate pink rose and presenting it to her. Y/N gazed at the flower, smiling appreciatively. Looking up at him, she replied, "You know, flowers often have deeper meanings."

"Oh, really? What does this one represent?" he inquired, pointing to the rose now cradled in her hand. "It symbolizes being destined to be together, forever," she responded. He chuckled softly, gazing up at the twinkling stars in the sky. "I know we just met, but there's something about you that captivates me deeply."

Taken aback by his words, Y/N asked, "In what way?" His gaze locked with hers, and she felt her heart skip a beat. "I believe you are the one mentioned in Aphrodite's message," he declared. Confusion furrowed her brows as she questioned, "Aphrodite's message?"

Yeosang nodded, continuing to explain, "Long ago, during my great grandfather's reign, he was blessed by Aphrodite. She proclaimed that his kingdom would prosper as long as the succeeding heirs found their perfect match. If one were to marry someone who isn't their destined partner, Aphrodite's deal would be broken, and the kingdom would face ruin."

The revelation left Y/N speechless. "Are you suggesting that I am your perfect match?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock. Before he could answer, his smile spoke volumes. "Prince, I'm not of royal status. I am just the daughter of a guard. How is this possible?" she questioned, her voice filled with doubt.

He gently pressed his finger against her lips, urging her to be silent. "My grandfather used to tell me the story of how he fell in love with my grandmother. Once he discovered their connection, he brought her to this very spot, and the stars above shone with brilliance." He moved his hand from her lips to her chin, tilting it upward to gaze at the sky. "The stars above us shine brighter when I'm with you."

•『♡』• ════════════•『♡』

"You dare to mock me in such a manner, Kang Yeosang!" his mother roared angrily. "Dancing with a girl who isn't even of royal status?!" The memories of the previous night replayed in her mind, fueling her fury. Picking up a delicate vase, she hurled it across the room towards Yeosang. However, he stood unmoving, not even flinching as the vase narrowly missed him, shattering against the wall. He clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed to the ground.

"Mother, I'm certain there's a rea-" Taehyun began, attempting to defend his older brothers actions. His mother swiftly cut him off. "Silence, Kang Taehyun," she commanded, instilling fear in the younger boy.

"Out of all the elegant ladies present in the ballroom, why did you choose her?!" his mother continued to berate him. "She appears unkempt, and her dress seems to be made of the cheapest material in the entire kingdom!" As his mother insulted Y/N, frustration surged within Yeosang.

"Mother, please refrain from speaking such harsh words out of anger," Yeosang implored, earnestly trying to reason with her. His mother shot him a piercing glare in response. "Is it only because of her captivating beauty or her enticing figure that you dare to defy your own mother?" she taunted, catching Yeosang off guard.

He looked at his mother, his shock evident. "Don't you remember the story of my grandparents? After feeling a deep connection, grandfather brought grandmother out into the night, and the dull stars radiated with their presence, a clear sign that she was the one meant f-". "I forbid you to see her," his mother interjected, cutting off Yeosang before he could finish his sentence. Yeosang was taken aback by his mother's firmness. "But me and grandfather's-" he tried to protest, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Enough!" his mother exclaimed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I will not allow you to jeopardize our family's reputation over some infatuation with a girl who does not belong to our social circle." Yeosang felt a mixture of anger and frustration building up inside him, yearning to be released. His mother continued as if she wanted his rage to pour out.

"Your grandfather simply spoke senseless words. Age has clearly taken a toll on his mind." Yeosang scoffed at her response. "Mother, a perfect match is not solely about the image one projects in the future. It is about love."

Now it was Yeosang's mother's turn to scoff. "If that were truly the case, our kingdom would have perished the moment I married your father." Deep down, she knew she was lying – she genuinely loved Yeosang's father with all her heart. However, she wanted to make her point. These words struck Taehyun like a blow. With tears welling in his eyes, he abruptly ran out of the room, seeking solace elsewhere. Yeosang sighed deeply, leaving the room to comfort his distraught brother.

Left alone in the room, the woman felt the weight of her rage and the sting of her hurtful words. Sitting down, she buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt immense shame for allowing such destructive fury to control her actions and words.

"How could she say that, brother?!" Taehyun exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. "Father has been nothing but loving and devoted to her, fulfilling her every desire. Why must she belittle you for something as innocent as falling in love? Just because Y/N is not of royal status, as if that means anything." Taehyun wiped away his tears, his heart heavy with frustration.

Yeosang let out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around his younger brother in a gentle embrace. "You know our mother, Taehyun. She often gets so caught up in winning arguments that she resorts to unnecessary and hurtful words." Yeosang's voice was filled with understanding and compassion as he comforted his brother.

Taehyun looked up at Yeosang, their eyes locking in understanding. His grip on Yeosang's hand tightened, causing Yeosang to raise an eyebrow in curious anticipation. "Brother, please don't give up your love for Y/N just because of mother's disapproval," Taehyun pleaded earnestly. "It doesn't matter what she thinks. It's you who will know if Y/N is your soulmate or not. You felt that deep connection with her, didn't you?"

A warm smile spread across Yeosangs face, his brother's words. "I promise you, Taehyun, I will not give up on her," he vowed confidently, his determination shining through.

•『♡』• ════════════•『♡』

Y/N stood in the kitchen with her mother, recounting the events of the night. As her mother listened intently, she couldn't help but express shock at the news. "The prince likes you?!" she exclaimed. Y/N simply nodded, unable to contain her smile. Soon, Y/N's father returned home from work, discovering his two favorite people engrossed in conversation. When he inquired about the topic, he was met with an answer that horrified him. "Y/N... no, I don't believe this is a good idea. The queen is incredibly traditional, and we are not of royal blood. She would never accept this." Y/N's face fell upon hearing her father's words. "But father-" she began, only to be interrupted. "No, Y/N... this is impossible. Even if the prince likes you, his power is overshadowed by his mother's. Even if he were to become king, he would be bound by his mother's rules," he explained gravely. Witnessing Y/N's disappointment, her mother attempted to reason. "Perhaps the queen won't be conservative forever. She may eventually be compelled to let her son follow his heart," she suggested optimistically. However, the father shook his head, his knowledge of the queen's disposition rooted in his experiences as a guard by her side. "I'm afraid not," he replied with a heavy sigh. Y/N let out a quiet sigh and mustered a sad smile for her parents. "May I be excused?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Her mother nodded in understanding, while her father begrudgingly gave his permission. Their eyes refused to let Y/N out of their sight as she ascended the stairs, disappearing from their view.

Once Y/N entered her room, her gaze immediately fell upon the Aphrodite idol resting on her nightstand. Overwhelmed with emotion, she threw herself before it, tears streaming down her face. It was the cruel reality that she had fallen in love with the boy in mere hours, and now she feared the possibility of never seeing him again. "Oh, dear goddess Aphrodite," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "You, the deity of love, I beseech you to tell me that this is not the end. The arrow of love has pierced my heart, and the pain is unbearable. Please have mercy."

Less than ten minutes later, Y/N heard her mother's voice calling for her from downstairs. Hastily wiping away her tears, she looked at herself in the mirror before deeming her appearance suitable for concealment. As she descended the stairs, she was met with a shock—standing before her was the familiar face of Prince Yeosang. Unable to contain her surprise, she exclaimed, "Prince Yeosang?!" and ran down to him. He took her hand in his and offered it a gentle kiss. "Miss Y/N," he greeted her, a smile spreading across his face.

Y/N was left dumbfounded. "What... why are you here?" she managed to question, her voice filled with both wonder and confusion.

"Why else? I wanted to see you," he replied, his smile unwavering. "I apologize, Your Majesty, for my audacity in asking," Y/N's father began, but was promptly interrupted by Yeosang. "No need for formalities, Mr. L/N. I am not my mother," he reassured, causing a smile to grace the man's face.

"Thank you, Prince, but I wanted to inquire about your mother... I have been working by your side for eight years—I am not blind to her... ways," Y/N's father expressed, his concern evident. Yeosang let out a chuckle and placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "Everything will be all right, as long as we all keep this a secret," he assured, the worry visible upon his face. Y/N's mother chimed in with a smile, "I'm sure we can all manage that. Now go along, you two! You deserve some privacy."

Y/N brought Yeosang into her room, and his gaze immediately landed on the Aphrodite idol placed there. "Aphrodite," he said, pointing at the idol. "You're devoted to her, aren't you?" Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yes, ever since I can remember," she replied, patting the bed to signal Yeosang to sit next to her. "So... this has to remain a secret?" she asked, a sad smile on her face. "Yeah...till I become king on June." Seeing her sad face Yeosang sighed and took her hand looking into her eyes. He whispered in her ear, "I promise after the wait, I will make you my queen, Y/N."

Two months later:

"Mother, I can't marry her. I just can't," Yeosang said, shock evident on his face. His mother looked at him after smearing her lips with red lipstick. "You can, and you must," she replied firmly. Yeosang shook his head, grabbing his mother's shoulders and forcing her to look into his eyes, expressing his strong refusal. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to fall. "Mother, I don't love Jiyan, and I never will. I can't marry her," he pleaded. His mother forcefully removed his hand from her shoulders. She was about to say something when Yeosang muttered, "I love Y/N..." A chuckle escaped her lips. "Yeosang," she said, gently touching his cheek. "Do it for me, my love. Do it for your brother, your father. Everyone will be happier knowing we have an experienced queen. Besides, the marriage has already been arranged." Yeosang hung his head, knowing he was defeated. "The least you could do for me, mother, is let me see Y/N one last time." The woman nodded, relenting. "Fine. I give you permission."

Y/N sat by the serene lake behind her family's yard, lightly dipping her feet in the water. The sensation brought her a much-needed sense of tranquility. "Y/N..." she heard her lover's familiar voice call out. "Yeosang!" she exclaimed, rushing to embrace him. But as she held onto him, she noticed that he didn't return the embrace, sending an unsettling feeling through her. Something was wrong. "Yeosang, are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. The boy couldn't meet her gaze as he reluctantly spoke. "I'm getting married." The words hit Y/N like a tidal wave, filling her with shock, anger, and profound sadness. "Yeosang, what are you saying?" she pleaded. Summoning all his strength, he looked into her eyes, tears streaming down his face. "Y/N, maybe I was mistaken about us being the perfect match. I can't be with you," he confessed, on the verge of leaving. In a desperate attempt to hold onto their love, she grabbed his hand. "I love you, Yeosang. And you love me too. We are the perfect match. We love each other," she protested. Taking a deep breath, he finally met her gaze. His next words struck her like a dagger to the heart. "I don't love you. I'm sorry," he declared, his words feeling painfully untrue. Overwhelmed with shock, Y/N collapsed to the ground. Unable to bare the sight of her devastated face after uttering those cruel words, Yeosang turned away and left. His heart ached as he walked away, knowing that his words had dealt a fatal blow to both of their hearts.

On the day of the prince's wedding, the entire kingdom was engulfed in an atmosphere of celebration and joy. Excited crowds made their way to the grand palace, eager to witness the union of the royal couple. Y/N's parents, dutiful as they were, joined the festivities, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to participate. Instead, she mustered the courage to tell her mother that she was feeling unwell. Sympathetic and understanding, her parents left her alone in her bed, not wanting to subject her to any more pain. But as Y/N lay there, feeling lifeless and devoid of purpose, her gaze wandered up to the sky above. She felt as if she could no longer bear the weight of her existence. It was in that moment of despair that she turned her attention to the Aphrodite idol, seeking solace in the goddess of love. Determined to reunite with her true love, Y/N left her home and arrived at a cliffside where she had a perfect view of the kingdom. In the distance, she could see the fireworks lighting up the sky, a celebration of the newly wedded couple. With a heavy heart, she whispered to the goddess, "Forgive me, Aphrodite, but I cannot bear to live without my true love. My purpose in life was fulfilled the moment I met him." With those words, she took a fateful step off the cliff. The impact of her body hitting the ground marked the end of her earthly existence, her soul departing from her body and embarking on its journey to the afterlife.

Aphrodite's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, causing her servants to be filled with confusion. "Goddess, what's wrong?" one of them inquired. "Y/N..." was the only word that escaped Aphrodite's lips before she vanished into a cloud of shimmering pink dust, leaving her bewildered servants behind. The dust floated on the wind, carrying the essence of the goddess to the cliffside where tragedy had unfolded. As the dust settled upon the ground, it transformed back into the beautiful form of Aphrodite, her heart sinking at the sight before her. There lay the lifeless body of her dearest devotee, the one she had cherished like a child. "Y/N..." she whispered, reaching down to gently caress the girl's cheek. "My sweet, innocent child." As she gazed at the jubilant kingdom spread out before her, Aphrodite's eyes burned with anger. "I bestowed my gracious blessings upon them, with only one condition: a perfect match, I even had the stars above shine brighter to signify my approval. Yet, these people still defied my very words, forcing the prince into a loveless marriage and driving my devoted Y/N to take her own life. They shamelessly abused my kindness, driven by their hunger for the palaces image. Their actions for forbidding innocent love will be their own downfall." Aphrodite rose from the ground as she clenched her fists, her eyes fixed upon the kingdom that remained blissfully unaware of the rage they had ignited within the goddess's heart.

"Do you, Kang Yeosang, take Han Jiyan to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The officiant's voice hung in the air, but Yeosang couldn't bring himself to look at the girl standing before him. Deep in his heart, he knew he felt nothing for her. "I do," he managed to say, his voice devoid of conviction. As the words left his lips, fireworks illuminated the sky, as if signaling the gods' approval of the union. The crowd eagerly looked for a sign, but minutes passed without any magical happenings.

A sense of unease pervaded the atmosphere, and the king couldn't conceal his worry as he saw the clouds consuming the once blue sky, casting a somber shadow on the gathering. Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder reverberated through the heavens, capturing the attention of all. Fear gripped the people as they anxiously looked upward. The sky glowed with an otherworldly light, and amidst the ethereal display, a powerful voice echoed from above. "The prosperity bestowed upon this kingdom shall crumble, for within this union lies a love unrequited."

The queen's heart sank at the ominous announcement from the heavenly messenger. The silence was broken by Yeosang's father, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Yeosang... do you not love Jiyan?" Before the king could respond, a swirl of pinkish smoke materialized before the idol of Aphrodite. The onlookers gasped in astonishment as the shape of the smoke transformed into the most exquisite figure they had ever laid eyes upon. The clouds dispersed, leaving a woman standing in their midst.

"He does not love her," the woman declared, her voice commanding attention. The king, his curiosity piqued, asked, "Who are you?" "I am Aphrodite. The very goddess your ancestry was blessed by. And today, I was humiliated by you my dear king."The moment everyone heard the name, they fell to their knees in reverence. Yeosang, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, immediately bowed before her. "Forgive me my goddess..this is not his fault but mine," he pleaded. Aphrodite scoffed. "You are not to blame, my son. It pains me that you must bear the consequences of being born to a selfish mother."

Yeosang looked up at the goddess, shocked and confused. "What do you mean, goddess?" Aphrodite directed her gaze toward the queen. "My dear Y/N took her own life because she couldn't be with her love... because someone forbade it," she said, her eyes filled with a seething hatred. Yeosang felt as if a knife had pierced his heart at the mention of Y/N's name. "Y/N... is dead?" he whispered, his voice heavy with grief. Aphrodite confirmed his worst fear with a simple nod.

Overwhelmed by despair, Yeosang pleaded with the goddess through tear-filled eyes. "My goddess, please end my life. Y/N was my everything. My existence holds no meaning without her... Please." Aphrodite regarded the young man with a mix of compassion and sorrow. "Is that truly what you desire, my son?" Yeosang nodded, his resolve unwavering. "Then it shall be so. Every resident of this kingdom shall face their demise. This love, tainted with unrequited sorrow, is corrupted by sin."

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snwusberry · 10 months

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「 phone tour 」 - if yeosang were your boyfriend

note: after months of ignoring this series, i have finally decided to continue. enjoy

「 lock screen 」

「 camera roll 」

「 ig highlights 」

「 recent texts 」

CR: to all the original owners of the pictures used

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bobateastay · 2 years

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twist and pull - kang yeosang

vampire!kang yeosang x gender neutral!reader

in which vampires lose their old fangs and grow new ones semi-regularly, and your boyfriend has a little trouble with the whole process.

part of the corn syrup universe! other works from this universe: cuspids, corn syrup

cw - fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic-ish(?), pain, drool, tooth pulling, it's pretty much like losing a milk tooth, yeosang has lots of trouble teething and requires assistance

word count: 752

“Come here, come here. I got you, don’t cry.”

Another tear drop hit your palm all the same.

“Baby, don’t cry, it’s okay,” you hummed again, holding Yeosang’s face steady by his jaw with one hand while you wiped away the spit rolling down his chin. Your boyfriend whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and squirming.

“Hurts,” he whispered, the word slurred thanks to his swollen gums. You nodded, wiping his bottom lip once more before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I know my love, I know,” you replied. Yeosang sniffled and opened his eyes, lips forming a pout even though it made his loose fangs dig into his already raw bottom lip. You sighed softly, the sight of his teary eyes and hands shaking as they reached out to hold onto your t-shirt for comfort making your heart ache. “Shall we try again?”

“Please,” he whimpered. There was a lisp to his words now and if it hadn’t been for how distressed he was the little quirk would’ve made you smile. Before you could push your fingers into his mouth though, Yeosang let out a high whine, his hands turning to fists as he gripped your shirt tighter. “Can I sit in your lap this time?”

You cooed at how sweet he was, wiping away the tears on his cheeks and nodding.

“Of course baby,” you said. Yeosang offered you a tentative smile in return, wincing when the expression made his fangs wiggle in their place. You repositioned yourself in bed and patted your thighs. “C’mere.”

Yeosang clambered clumsily into your lap, his jaw dropping open to let a glob of spit pour from his mouth that you were only just able to catch with a tissue. You could only hope that the tissue box on your bedside table wouldn’t be empty before you managed to get those pesky fangs out of his gums.

“One more time,” you whispered, stroking Yeosang’s hair out of his face with gentle hands. He leaned into the touch, eyes falling shut as his lips stretched a little to accommodate the swelling of his gums. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, hoping the touch would be enough to calm him a little more. “If it doesn’t work this time I’ll get you some ice and we’ll wait it out, okay baby?”

“Uh-huh,” he hiccuped, hands once again finding purchase on your shirt.

You smiled, trying to ignore the way he flinched beneath your touch when you put four careful fingers into his mouth once again to grip his loose fangs and twist them as gently as you could. Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut once again, tears beginning to pour down his cheeks as you tried to shift the stubborn teeth.

“You’re doing so well,” you reassured him, trying not to show how nervous you also were. “Just a little more.”

Your words made Yeosang whine, his hands tugging at your shirt when one twist of the teeth proved to be extra painful. The sound made your heart jump with worry and you quickly decided enough was enough.

“I’m sorry, angel, I’m sorry,” you murmured apologetically, moving to pull your hands out of his mouth. “We’ll stop now, it’s okay.”

You were so caught up in how distressed Yeosang was that you almost didn’t notice how the gentle movement of your hands made the two overgrown fangs slip out of place, the teeth falling into your palm and revealing the new fangs that were already growing into the empty spots in Yeosang’s gums.

Yeosang’s reaction was instant, his body all but turning to putty against you as he let out a wail of relief.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, slumping forward and burying his face against the crook of your neck. You were so relieved that you didn’t bother to complain about the tears and drool that he was getting all over you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You noticed as you set aside his old fangs that there was still an odd slur to his words. You wondered how long that would be there for.

“No need baby,” you hummed, resting your head against his shoulder. Your hands easily found their way to his back, tracing shapes against his skin through his t-shirt before one of them moved up to play with his hair. “I’m glad we got them out.”

“Me too,” Yeosang mumbled, wrapping his arms tight around you. “Thank you. I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too Sangie.”

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fantastic-bby · 2 years

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Pairing: Reader x Yeosang

Word count: 1084

Genre: Fluff | Winged human!Yeosang

Your beloved boyfriend, who is so very shy of his wings, just wants a kiss from you when you pull away too quickly for his liking.

Warnings: -

⇒ A/n: Here's the winner of Choose a Fic! I hope you guys enjoy and I may actually turn Choose a Fic into a more regular thing ^-^

Masterlist

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“Isn’t an overcoat uncomfortable for your wings?” you ask as you take a step closer to Yeosang and start adjusting the collar of the beige overcoat.

“It’s… bearable,” he claims while rolling his shoulders back slightly.

“You don’t have to hide them, you know? No one’s going to hurt you there,” you reassure him, hand raising to cup his cheek.

Yeosang breathes out a sigh and leans into your touch, “I-I know—and I trust you and your friends—b-but, what if…”

“Baby, if anyone tries doing anything to you, Selene will kick them out of her bar before they can even try to,” you reassure him and smile. “I’m just worried that you’ll be sitting on your wings the entire night and it’ll be uncomfortable for you. Half of the people that go to Selene’s Cave are winged creatures.”

“Really?” His beautifully chocolate eyes light up slightly at the mention of more beings like him and it makes your heart flutter the way he wears a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sangie. She opens it for all beings and she tries her best to keep people away if they’re rude or mean to anyone.”

Yeosang blinks a few times before he shrugs the coat off, beautiful light brown wings stretching from in between his shoulder blades and out at the relief of being unrestricted. He lets out a contented sigh and smiles as he shakes them out behind him, coat now folded over his arm.

You’ve always thought that Yeosang’s wings were absolutely gorgeous. Of course, you were used to seeing your fair share of winged humanoids in your city from how diverse it is—the beings ranging from vampires all the way down to animal hybrids—but Yeosang’s wings were light brown and they were large. It didn’t help that your boyfriend himself was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen in your entire life, but his wings only seemed to accentuate his almost angelic beauty whenever they were outstretched behind him.

But the poor man is so, so, so very shy of his wings. He’s spent too many years being chased out of bars or stores that only cater to specific beings and he doesn’t truly see just how amazing his wings are.

So, Yeosang has spent most of his life hiding them beneath coats and jackets despite owning clothes that are made and fitted for humans with wings. And as shy as he is about his wings, dating you—the first pure human he’s ever dated—has made him feel a bit more confident with them.

And it helps greatly with you being around. Yeosang feels he’s actually able to use his wings more often now, sometimes even willing to fly around the city rather than choosing to fly further into the rural areas where his chances of being seen are less.

“There, see?” you chuckle and extend your hand over his shoulder to brush over the spine of one of his wings, making them twitch slightly and his feathers tense behind him as a blush creeps onto his cheeks. “Now, you can show them off.”

Upon saying that, Yeosang looks at you shyly and straightens his back. His wings extend behind him slightly, appearing more confident than he usually shows them to be.

“My handsome angel,” you smile.

“You think so?” he questions and takes a step closer to you, hand interlacing with your free one.

“I know so, Yeosang,” you hum and lean up to kiss him.

Yeosang practically keens at your kiss and leans down almost completely to kiss you back, hand moving to your waist to keep you in place. When you pull away, you only smile more.

“You even kiss like an angel.” Your hand raises to gently boop his nose with your finger, his entire body tensing up and his wings fluttering like mad behind him, which only makes you laugh. “Now, come on. We’ll be late if you stay flustered for any longer.”

“H-Hey, wait,” he stutters, “you can’t just do that and leave!”

Yeosang chases after you but you quickly leave your shared bedroom with a laugh at the way his hand flails to try catching onto your wrist.

“(Y/n)!”

“If you can catch me, I’ll give you a kiss,” you tease and move behind the kitchen counter.

“That’s not fair!” he whines and continues to chase after you, his wings swaying with his movement and extending whenever his hands outstretched towards you.

Until Yeosang cages you in the kitchen, his hands reaching towards you and his wings blocking his sides.

“See? You can’t leave. I still have the advantage,” he claims as he moves towards you.

“Oh, no,” you cry out sarcastically, “where am I supposed to go now?”

Yeosang tilts his head curiously and almost pops out of his skin when you jab your finger into his side, slipping past him quickly and grabbing onto his wings to run your fingers over a particular spot in his spine that he finds way more ticklish than if you were to tickle his ribs.

“(Y/n)!” he squeaks and starts squirming violently, his hands reaching behind to try and grab onto you.

You only laugh at the way Yeosang can’t reach you with the way you duck every time he tries.

Until he moves backwards, forcing you onto his back and he bends down. You yelp loudly and grab onto the back of his wings to stabilise yourself from the sudden movement, which forces you into a piggyback on Yeosang with his hands underneath the back of your thighs.

“Really?” you chuckle.

“I’ll… fly with you if you stop.”

You let out a loud gasp and scramble off of him.

“Really?!”

“I know how much you love flying at night, so I’ll take you out tonight if you stop tickling me and you give me another kiss,” Yeosang claims while turning around to face you.

You take a step closer to him and lean up to peck his lips, pulling away right after with a teasing smile on your face.

“Nope.”

Yeosang wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him, suddenly pressing his lips to yours more firmly. You stumble slightly at the action, but kiss him back nonetheless. Until he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless as you stare up at him with doe-like eyes.

“I love you,” he grins, raising a hand to ruffle your hair. “Now, we can go.”

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sinnertae · 2 years

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Let me care for you || KYS

Genre: angst, fluff~

Summary: yeosang is a supportive boyfriend

Word count: 1,4k

Pairing: Boyfriend!Idol!Yeosang × reader

Author's note: I planned on writing a fluff about y/n doing a spa day with her boy but somehow I ended up with this.

I want to normalize psychological appointments.

I will write a part two about the skin care~

SPA DAY || KYS

He moved out of the dorm and moved in with you after a brief period of dating. His friends were being skeptical about it, hers as well. They got to live together for a month before Yeosang had to leave for the tour, so it is hard to say that they got used to each other's presence.

You were used to the absences of your loved ones. Your parents were always at work. Your father worked abroad so watching Yeosang, leaving yours flat with a bag full of clothes was sad, but not painful. The first week was easy, on the two of them. Yeosang was excited to travel with his friends again, exploring new places, making memories. The second week did not pass as quickly as the previous one, still video calls and text messages were enough. He was a bit sad that his girlfriend couldn't be there with him, to enjoy everything that the new places had to offer. Still, they somehow made it through the next six weeks.

Third month was hard on her. Not only did you miss his presence, but also his scent, which has begun to fade from your flat. His pillow no longer smelt like him. You missed the light and smoky notes of his perfume. Two more months, you said to yourself, each time you felt like crying. You began to ignore his calls, saying it's too much. He did not know that your life was slowly falling apart, as he was on the other side of the planet.

Talking about feelings, emotions was not your strong side, he knows it. He respects it, but at the same time, he does everything he can to help his love open up. Bottling everything up is not healthy, you know it very well, but it's hard to rely on other people.

Your hands turned cold the second you thought about letting someone in. Show someone your heart. Yeosang was well aware of it, so at the end of his tour, when you had stopped calling and your messages were brief, he knew that something had happened and most probably you are overthinking everything.

You called it self-destruction. You have warned him about the unhealthy habits, where you become cold, to make everybody hate you just to rebuild herself. It's something you had done unconsciously in the past. Now, you are well aware of it and a few other things. Yeosang never asked if you'd sought help, went to a psychologist. He did not have to.

The answer was, yes. You have spoken to a few doctors. The first appointment helped you realiz with what kind of problems you are dealing with. As a teenager you have made fun of it, but now as the time passes, and the way you perceive life. Now you're aware that daddy issues are not a thing to make fun of. Even though your father was a good man, it was not enough to see him only two days a week. The sick need to impress him, to make him say these words 'I am proud of you' will be with you till the end. On top of that, you are an overthinker and besides that, there is more.

When you've written down all the things the doctor told her, you knew that this needs to be fixed. There is no shame in visiting a psychologist's office once a week or month. Health is health, be it physical or mental. We need to take care of both. Your last visit took place a day before their first date.

"You are ready. Your friend seems pretty nice, I am sure that if you'll make it work, just remember to be open. Don't try to build up these walls around yourself again." The doctor said with a sincere smile before you left.

Here he is. It's been a week since he came back home. The second you saw him, he knew that you had forgotten yourself when you had thrown yourself at him. He knew that you will sober up in a second and then pull away, so he did the one thing he could do back then. Yeosang wrapped his arms around your waist and turned you around, trapping you between the door and his chest.

"I missed you so much, angel." He whispered in your hair, leaving a small kiss on your temple. He held you tight, whispering sweet nothings as your hand gripped tightly onto his jacket. A sign of approaching panic attack. "I am here for you, I am back, Jagi-ya. Deep breaths. We don't need to talk about it. I will wait for you, just know that whatever it is, that's bothering you, won't scare me off. Nothing will, you are stuck with me."

"It's just-" you began, kneading his chest under your hands. It's a signal for Yeosang to stay quiet, because right now you are trying to fight against all your fears and mustering courage to speak. "Too many emotions, thoughts." You've finished, exhaling loudly through your mouth. It was all Yeosang needed to hear. His heart broke a tiny bit, but it was not about him.

"How about we watch some of our favorite movies, huh?" He offered with his nose nuzzled in the crack of your neck. Your nose was pressed against his chest, where the scent of his perfume was the strongest.

You have fallen asleep a few minutes in the first movie, all thanks to Yeosang's fingers tangled in your hair, scratching your head. Your head is resting against his thighs, using the strong muscles as a pillow. He covered you with the blue blanket you asked for Christmas last year. The gravity blanket was hidden in a soft in touch duvet cover.

After two hours, he replaced his thighs with a pillow so you would be more comfortable. He turned off the lights then and lowered the volume. Yeosang unfolded the couch as quietly as possible, so there would be more space for the two of you.

The second he got to hug you again, lay behind you and pull you closer, pressing his chest against your back, nuzzling his nose in your hair that smelt like your favorite mango shampoo, he felt that he came home. Yeosang held you tight the whole night, so when he woke up the next morning, and you were not there, he panicked.

"I am here." Your voice was weak, but these three words were enough to catch Yeosang's attention. His heart was about to escape from his chest. "I've made us breakfast." You offered, pushing the plate with scrambled eggs, toast and tiny tomatoes his way across the table.

Yeosang's stomach grumbled at the mentioned breakfast, he got up quickly and joined you at the table. He sniffed the food and licked his lips before he started to dig in. "Delicious." He mumbled.

"Lately…" You began speaking. "There has been a lot on my mind. At work, people become unbearably rude. The atmosphere in the office is horrible. "This week I have almost reached hundreds of hours working. I did not want to bother you, and for a fact I know you would be distracted till the end of the tour." You explained yourself to him, feeling like a five-years-old who has done something wrong. The worst part is still before you. The fact that you were overworking yourself was nothing with the thing you are about to drop onto him.

"You should quit." Yeosang says it so lightly as if it was not a problem. In his mind he, in fact it is, he makes enough money to provide for the two of you. He would love to know that he can take care of you in such a way. It would be another step into your relationship.

"You did good. Now you can focus on yourself. Don't worry Jagi-ya. I will take care of you." He reached across the table, wiggling his fingers, silently asking for your hand. "You can finally requalify and start working with animals like you always dreamed about! I will be here with you throughout the journey. You'll see, it will be great!"

"I did." You whispered, hanging your head lowly. "And I also called my boss a dick for assigning all the task onto me." You added, playing with the sleeves of Yeosang's hoodie you were wearing. Yeosang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips went up, but he said nothing.

M A I N

R & S M. L I S T

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xuchiya · 29 days

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baker's secret ingerdient {k.yeosang}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

The rhythmic thwack of Yeosang's whisk against the metal bowl was a familiar soundtrack to his mornings at Cafe Love. Flour dusted his apron like a badge of honour, a testament to the countless pastries he'd brought to life within these walls. But lately, the melody of his baking had a discordant note – the growing number of disappointed sighs as customers learned his signature croissants were sold out yet again.

Seonghwa, the manager along with the food decor, were concerned about the head baker and the pressure. Seonghwa approached the flour covered man, “Yeo …”

“I don’t need help hyung …” Seonghwa feels bad that Yeosang can’t express his burden yet he understood from the dark circles underneath his eyes, the hunch of pressure on his shoulders. Seonghwa glanced at the lady at the corner, looking at them with a frosting on her cheeks.

Seonghwa sighs, “I’ll look for a way.”

Yeosang prided himself on his creations, each croissant a delicate masterpiece – flaky, golden, and bursting with buttery goodness. But the demand had become overwhelming, for days that turned into weeks that it became too much for him that he finally broke down with Seonghwa about his pressure and in need of help.

He needed an assistant, someone who could share the burden and the joy of baking.

The double door of the kitchen chimed, announcing a new arrival. Yeosang glanced up, expecting Seonghwa with another piece of bad news. Instead, a young woman with eyes as bright as blueberries stood hesitantly by the counter. Her hair, the color of melted chocolate, was pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face.

"Can I help you?" Yeosang asked, his voice cold despite the flour dusting his nose that makes him soft and warm.

The woman stammered, "I, uh, saw the sign about the baker assistant position. Your manager told me to head here since today will be a little more crowded than usual, and don’t worry, I love to bake!"

Intrigued, Yeosang wiped his hands on his apron, approaching the woman with left eyebrow raised, "Love to bake, huh? Let's see what you've got then." He led her to another table, just across his, a haven of flour sacks and the intoxicating aroma of sugar and butter. Your eyes widened as you took it all in.

"This place is amazing!" You exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. Yeosang gave her a neutral look. "Tell me that, when you can handle 24 pieces of croissant, 20 pieces of brioche and 10 blueberry muffins."

You grinned, placing your shoulder bag down, rolling your sleeves up to your elbows; tying the complicated apron around you, "Challenge accepted."

The following hour was a flurry of activity. Flour flew, butter creamed, and the air filled with the comforting scent of baking. Yeosang watched intently as you handled the dough with surprising dexterity. Your movements were quick and confident, belying her initial nervousness yet there was something itching on Yeosang as he watched you knead the dough.

“You’re hurting your wrist if you keep doing that.” Yeosang shakes his head, approaching the woman. You move to the side to watch him knead the dough easily before removing to the side again to recreate his actions but Yeosang sighs in disappointment making you look down; you were so confident about the things you've been doing and the moment you heard that made your confidence deflate but you have to keep up with the professionalism and continue kneading the dough.

You heard Yeosang sigh once again before you felt presence on your back and a soft grip on the back of your hands as it led you to kneading on his pace. You felt his breath fanning your nape, “This is how I do it so I wouldn’t hurt my wrist.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch, paralyzed, with the close proximity of your warmth against your head baker. Your heart wasn’t also helping with the situation.

“... understood?” Your eyes widen, looking to your left; having an intense eye contact with Yeosang. Both of your hands halted, just resting each on top of each other. Yeosang had admitted the moment he was kneading the dough with you, your sweet perfume lingering in his nose and your face that was covered in flour.

You both pulled away, looking away from each other as the redness so evident on your faces. Yeosang cleared his throat, clearing the awkwardness, “Continue doing your job.”

They worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the rhythmic kneading and the satisfied sighs escaping the oven as a new batch emerged. Finally, Yeosang pulled out a golden brown croissant, its layers impossibly thin and perfectly risen. He held it up for inspection.

You look closely at the croissant, “How is it?” You look at him– at the same time– Yeosang glance at you. Once again, you find yourself in your own world as his eyes trails on your eyes, down to your nose then to your cherry lips then back to your eyes.

You were doing no better as you took notice of his birthmark on his left eye, his lashes resting so perfectly that it made his eyes big and sparkly that you wouldn’t get tired looking at them.

“If you both are gonna kiss, please do it after the rush hour.” You and Yeosang pullaway to see Wooyoung leaning on the door with his arms crossed and playful smirk on his lips. Yeosang nodded, a hint of red on his cheeks, “Yes, of course.”

The day ended with a success, your smile was brighter than the fresh pastry, turning to your head baker, "We did it!"

Yeosang couldn't help but return the smile. He'd found his assistant, someone who not only shared his passion but also possessed a talent that rivaled his own.

The afternoon rush was a whirlwind. Customers who'd previously left disappointed walked away with bags filled with warm, flaky croissants, their faces beaming with satisfaction. The pressure lifted from Yeosang's shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of camaraderie as he and you worked side-by-side, a well-oiled baking machine.

By the time the cafe closed, exhaustion mingled with a deep sense of accomplishment. Leaning against the counter, Yeosang looked at you, another set of flour dusting your cheeks like a baker's badge of honor.

"Welcome to Cafe Love," he said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You grinned back. "Thanks for having me. This is going to be fun."

As they cleaned up, they talked about baking dreams and favorite pastries, their laughter echoing through the quiet cafe. You were wiping your table when you realised how this customer always comes back ordering his pastry with so much adoration.

You spun on your heel, “Uh Yeosang?” Yeosang was busy placing back his utensils but still managed to acknowledge you, “Yes?”

You twist the towel as a sign of nervousness, “Every baker in town has its secret ingredient … Do you happen to have one?” Yeosang pauses, silently placing the last utensil inside the drawer before closing it. He looks up, wiping the cloth on his fingers as he approaches you with big strides.

Your breath hitch as you watch Yeosang lean on your ears, “It’s something you wouldn't believe even if I told you." He stops just short of your ear, his voice a low murmur sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the warmth of his breath tickle your neck."But maybe, I can show you sometime."

You were slightly confused until Wooyoung came barging into the kitchen with his enthusiastic smile, “Hey love birds! Seonghwa wants to have a drink for another successful week for us, so if you guys are finished come outside.” You nodded, placing the rag inside your apron, “Of course, thank you Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung winks at you, “Anything for you, darling and anything for this Cafe Love.” You did not question his last statement as you helped Yeosang on the cups before Wooyoung returned back inside again, just sticking his head, “Ahh .. you guys can kiss now.”

“Wooyoung!” Both you and Yeosang exclaimed, making Wooyoung cackle loudly before exiting the kitchen, “Oi~ Benvolio, take this chance man.” Yeosang chuckles at Wooyoung, hushing him.

“Benvolio? From Romeo and Juliet?” You question, Yeosang nodded, “He named me after Romeo’s cousin, for no reason.”

You pouted, thinking about the tragic love story, “From what I remember, Benvolio is like someone who tried to mediate the conflict between the families, and he was also the reason Romeo and Juliet got together. He's the nicest character that I have observe, he deserves someone to be love, you know.”

Yeosang looks at you, intrigued. He does not know much about the tale but it somehow matches what he did to Wooyoung and to his lover though, Yeosang helps Wooyoung to do the first move in talking; he and Wooyoung aren’t close as being blood related hence cousins.

But Yeosang didn’t mind much of it and continued doing his work. Yeosang knew then that Cafe Love wasn't just about the delicious treats; it was about the connections forged over shared passions and the joy of creation. And with you by his side, the symphony of baking at Cafe Love was about to get even more beautiful.

Yeosang glance at the old worn out book, it was closed but he knew inside those were the secret ingredients of creating a pastry full of love. It was a book given by Wooyoung’s significant other, Wooyoung’s long lost Juliet.

Yeosang had seen how his best friend fell in love and experienced love. So he made an oath that not every single soul will experience love not only through emotions but through food.

Yeosang smiles, looking over at you, his smile brightens and extends, “Benvolio is indeed a nice person to deserve himself a beautiful lover in this life.”

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yunhobug · 1 year

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Yeosang SFW Alphabet

Yeosang x Gn!reader

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requested by @anyamaris

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s quite affectionate but only in private, prefers to do subtle skin ship in public

has a soft spot for linking pinkies

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

WHEN I TELL YOU HE IS SO FUNNY

constantly tries to get you to laugh

he’s also incredibly blunt, which makes him one of the best people to go to for advice

I also don’t see Yeo dating someone he wasn’t previously friends with before

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he likes to cuddle but typically only before bed or during a movie

he likes when you rest against his shoulder or on his arm

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yeosang is a homebody, it’s part of his more introverted nature

he wants to settle down but would want to wait awhile

but he isn’t the best at cooking and cleaning and would need some coaching we all saw how he cooked that egg

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I could see Yeosang wanting to avoid having this conversation for so long

he might even ghost you because he doesn’t want to make you upset or angry

which i’m turn just makes you even more upset

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think commitment scares him a bit so it might take awhile for him to pop the question

don’t doubt he doesn’t want to be with you for a long time but the married title does scare him a bit

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

definitely more gentle physically then emotionally

he has a pretty blunt sense of humor and sometimes things can be interpreted differently than they originally meant too

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

loves hugs! i think sometimes he gets nervous initiating skin ship and would appreciate a partner that could read him well

someone who would be able to tell when he wants a hug without outright saying it

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

again titles and commitment scare him a bit, he isn’t going to move very quickly and would need a partner that would go slow with him

he definitely shows he loves you through actions before he says it out loud

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yeosang isn’t really the jealous type, and if he does happen to get jealous he’ll get a bit sulky before ever getting angry

he understands you aren’t intentionally making him jealous and that it’s his own issue

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses with yeosang and sweet and meaningful, he puts a lot of emotion into his actions and kisses are no exception

he likes to kiss your hands a lot, especially when you’re in public

he also loves when you kiss his collar bones

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Yeo thinks kids are cute, but he tends to be a bit awkward around them

he doesn’t quite know how to act around children but he tries his best

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are typically quiet

he likes to stay with you in bed for as long as possible before getting up to do his workout

would love if you went to work out with him

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are typically also pretty quiet, he likes to curl up into bed with you

maybe watch a movie or show to wind down

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would definitely take awhile, and he would probably talk to one of the members for advice before opening up to you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

extremely patient with you, he does really well at managing his anger and is incredibly mature

he does a good job at talking to you during fights rather than getting angry

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

definitely forgetful of some thing’s, he is good at remembering the big stuff like anniversaries and birthdays

But some of the small details will be harder for him

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of his favorite memories was the day he first introduced you to the members, he was super nervous about how they may perceive you but was extremely grateful that you were welcomed with open arms

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Yeo is quite protective of you but shows it in smaller ways

always walks on the busy side of the road and guides you through crowds

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

loves to put in the effort on special occasions but on normal days there isn’t much too it

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

commitment is a hard thing for yeosang, he would need to be completely sure about his partner before moving to the next step

this may cause some doubts in your relationship, the two of you could be going at different paces and insecurities could arise

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s very concerned in the beginning but as time passes his attitude towards his own looks loosens up a bit

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly no, Yeosang loves you but he wouldn’t feel incomplete without you

He misses you a ton but your absence don’t change how he goes about his day

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yeosang loves to get you flowers and anytime he gets you a new bouquet he’ll always take one flower from it to keep, so he can tell when they start to wilt

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think he would want to date someone who doesn’t have good hygiene and someone who doesn’t take care of themselves

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t like to cuddle while he’s sleeping, you guy’s typically have a reserved cuddle time before actually going to bed

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 28 - Car Sex

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, handjob, fingering (F receiving), creampie.

Word Count: 2350

Summary: Not everything goes to plan when you take a spontaneous trip to stargaze. Well there’s always one way you can pass the time.

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

“Are you sure the sky will clear by the time we get there?” You ask craning your neck to look at the night sky from the passenger window.

“Yeah, look over there it’s clear and that’s exactly where we’re heading.” Yeosang replied pointing to the side a little as he tried to focus on driving in the dark. You’d mentioned to him that you’d never been stargazing before and it was on your bucket list, you didn’t expect much to happen after that but Yeosang had pulled you up from his couch and dragged you out the door, car keys in hand without a word not even giving you a chance to get changed out of your pyjama bottoms.

Head leaning against the window you took in the scenery, or what you could see anyway. You didn’t usually go to the countryside so it was a nice change and you were itching with the anticipation of seeing a sky full of stars. Yeosang told you the countryside was the best place to go for stargazing, somewhere with no light what so ever, almost total darkness, and then when your eyes finally adjust to the darkness every star imaginable becomes visible and you wanted nothing more right now than to be able to experience it even if it was only once in your life.

“How much further?”

“Just a couple more miles and then I’ll be able to find somewhere to pull in.” Well if there was one thing you were certain about it was the fact you hadn’t seen any source of light other than the headlights of the car for the last 20 minutes to half hour ago, you truly were in the middle of nowhere.

Trust the weather to not be on your side. 5 minutes before Yeosang pulls in to park it starts to rain, and heavy. You can’t hide the disappointed sigh you let out watching the rain drops run down your window.

“Hey.” Yeosang says in a hushed tone placing a comforting hand on your thigh.

“It’ll blow over don’t worry, you’ll see the stars tonight.” You forced a small smile that you hoped hid your disappointment, at the end of the day it wasn’t his fault, he was doing something nice for you it’s not like he could control the weather.

“It’s okay Yeo, if it’s still raining after 20 minutes we can go home, I don’t mind, there’s always another night.” He nods in reply, his thumb rubbing gently on your thigh.

10 minutes go by and the rain showed no sign of stopping, and to pass the time you and Yeosang have been sat in the car listening to his playlist and having small conversations between humming to the music. You glance over to Yeosang to say something but you stop when you see the expression that flashed on his face before he went back to normal.

“What’s up?” He didn’t need to look at you to know you’d caught his expression so there was no point in trying to deny anything. Turning his head towards you he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like you were the only one in the world, eyes fliting quickly from your eyes to your lips and back again. You were going to ask again but his hand placing itself in your cheek stopped you.

Pulling you in Yeosang kissed you gently like he was testing the waters. The moment he felt you kiss back he deepened the kiss, hand moving from your cheek to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him while his hand on your thigh tightened its grip. Yeosang’s tongue danced across your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gave instantly heating the kiss further until you were both left breathless. Pulling back slightly to catch his breath Yeosang shoots you a look you knew all too well.

“I know something we can do to pass the time.” His hands held you by your hips helping to lift you from your seat to perch you on his lap before attacking your lips once again. You pull away once again after registering where this was going and you just hand to be clear he knew what was going on.

“You do realise were in the car, in public, right?” The smirk Yeosang gave you was all the answer you needed but he still provided you with a verbal one.

“Well you have your bucket list and let’s just say...so do I.” Your core pooled with heat at his words, the way his voice was like a purr when he spoke and the glint in his eye, your knees would have buckled from under you if you weren’t already straddling his lap.

He didn’t give you much time to process your thoughts before his lips were trailing open mouth kisses from your jaw down to the spot on your neck he new drove you insane. Sighs leave your mouth as your head tilts back giving him more access while you unconsciously shift your hips making your core graze over his stiffening cock just enough for you to feel something. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Yeosang, the low groan leaving his lips made it clear to you he was enjoying the stimulation just as much as you. One of Yeosang’s hands slides it’s way from your hips, gently brushing against your thigh before finding its place against your clothed core, thumb pressing lightly on your clit making you whine. A small chuckle leaves Yeosang’s lips, he loved the way you crumbled so easily and only for him.

“Up.” Yeosang guided you, lifting you by your hips again, but not before hooking his finger into the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.

It was difficult to gracefully get out of your pyjama bottoms due to the cramped space of the car, you tried your best to not kick Yeosang in the process but by traying to avoid that you ended up falling back against the steering wheel making the horn go off for a moment. The both of you froze at the sound of the horn and your face turned a bright shade of pink but the laugh coming from Yeosang made you feel better, you didn’t kill the mood thank god, it was just a funny slip up. Freed from your bottoms you settled back down on Yeosang’s lap, a smile still spread across his face but the amusement in it soon turned to admiration.

“What?” You blush meeting his gaze.

“Nothing.” But his eyes said different, love overflowing from them.

Yeosang didn’t waste a second pulling you back into the heated kiss from just moments ago, picking up where you left off. Your content sighs turning into small moans against his lips as he twirled a finger over your covered clit gently teasing you and feeling how the small wet patch on your underwear grew with each light touch. Rolling your hips into his again you attempted to gain the friction you craved.

“My baby is so eager.” Yeosang cooed against your lips adding the smallest amount of pressure to your clit spurring on your movements even more.

“Please.” You beg palming him over his sweatpants, feeling every inch of him through the fabric which left nothing to the imagination. The low groans he let out rumbled in his chest making it vibrate against your own and the way his cock twitched against your hand showed you he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer, and you were right. It took no time before he lifted you and his hips slightly, just enough to let himself spring free. You were practically drooling at the sight of him, your hand instantly latching onto his cock slowly stroking it, teasing him like he just did to you.

“Don’t tease.” He growled, eyes narrowing.

“Not fair you got to tease me.”

“But you look so pretty when you’re getting teased.” Your hand tightened a little adding pressure to your strokes knocking the cockiness out of him as his head fell back against the headrest of the seat. His fingers curled around the hem of your underwear, pulling it to one side and running a finger along your slit, collecting your arousal before circling your clit a little more. The way you eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip to hold back moans had Yeosang twitching in your hand again and his patience was wearing thin. A yelp leaves you as you feel his hands dig into the flesh of your ass, hoisting you up a little to hover over his cock.

“Sit, now.” You were in no state to argue, you were dying to be filled, you couldn’t continue teasing him even if you tried. Heeding to his words you slowly sank down on his cock gasping slightly as the stretch but before long the car was filled with groans and hums as you finally sink fully onto him, your ass meeting his thighs again.

You didn’t need a moment to adjust, your hips rolling against him picking up speed as you went until you were at a steady pace you could work with, his hands on your hips helped to guide you, pulling you just that little bit closer with each roll to the point your clit grazed against his pubic bone sending bursts of pleasure throughout your body. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan that was threatening to break free.

“Don’t hold back baby, no one’s around.” Yeosang purred digging his fingers into your hip and slamming you back down harshly so you had no choice but to cry out in pleasure. With that, it was like a door had opened to let all of your little whimpers out that turn into full blown moans and cries as you bounce on his cock, his hands holding you up as to assist you so you didn’t feel the strain in your legs.

The windows of the car start to fog up and the car rocks with each movement that you both make, tongues swirling around each other’s as lewd sounds vibrate through the car.

“Fuck.” Yeosang hisses against your lips, taking your bottom one between his teeth as you sink back down onto his shaft, your moans filling his ears like music as he bites down a little, pulling it back before letting it go. You could feel the knot building every time Yeosang pulled your hips down thrusting his cock to hit your sweet spot, at this rate you knew you wouldn’t last much longer but Yeosang on the other hand seemed to have a bit more left in him.

“Y...Yeosang.” You breath out trying to find the words to tell him how close you are but he knows your body probably better than you, he knew before you even opened your mouth, by the way your walls fluttered around him, that you were close to your breaking point.

“It’s okay baby, let it go, let go for me.” You didn’t want to give in so soon knowing Yeosang could keep going for longer and surely throw you into overstimulation but you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your eyes screwing shut as your head fell to his shoulder you let the wave of your orgasm wash over you, your legs trembling as you slowly started to come down.

The intensity of your orgasm and the was your walls clamped down on Yeosang’s cock spurred him a lot closer to his edge. A low grunt followed by a breathy moan left Yeosang’s lips as he chased his high, holding all your weight up by your ass as he rutted into you at an ungodly pace, the lewd sound skin slapping skin and your wetness filled the car, all the heavy breathing made the car feel like a sauna, windows completely fogged over and a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. His high dangerously close, Yeosang tried to ground himself, gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turned white and he’d be sure to leave marks.

“Please...too...”

“Just...ah...a little longer.” Yeosang interrupted you, his mind focused on finishing which at this rate was any second. His thrusts slowed down, becoming choppy in the process, his once breathy moans became higher in pitch and a lot more shaky.

“F...Fuck.” Was all he was able to get out before topping over the edge, stilling inside you as he released pulling your whole body as close as possible to him, shaky breaths fanning your neck as he came back to reality, the effects of his orgasm slowly wearing away.

You both sat wrapped in each others embrace for a short while, the comfort and intimacy of the moment too strong for you to pull away from just yet but the overwhelming silence inside the car caught your attention.

“Hey, Yeo?” A gentle hum was your response as Yeosang was still deep in post orgasm bliss.

“It’s gone quiet.” Yeosang’s head lifted and his eyes opened to look at you with confusion, of course it was quiet, you were both moaning and crying out in pleasure just minutes ago so obviously it’s going to be quiet. You clumsily clambered off his lap pulling back on your bottoms making Yeosang whine at the lost contact. Sitting back in your seat you ran your hand over the window creating a small area for you to look out.

“Yeo it stopped raining!” You were like a child at Christmas, hurrying out of the car with your head tilted to the sky. Pulling up his sweatpants he was quick to follow you out of the car awe filling his face when he was how your eyes lit up. In the time you and Yeosang were preoccupied the sky had cleared up, clouds only visible in the far horizon and stars littered the sky.

“See, I told you you’d see the stars tonight.” Yeosang whispers pulling you into a back hug and placing a gentle kiss to the back of your head.

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day 25

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) x Choi Jongho

♡Genre: smut with no plot

♡Au: gladiator

♡Word Count: 1,947

♡Warnings: roman slavery, strength kink, size kink, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, oral (f receiving), breast play, spanking, threesome, spit roasting, deep throating, auralism, cum eating, penetrative sex with no barrier, mfm orgasms

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Pegging, KHJ | Next Day~ Omegaverse, KHJ

♡Dedication~ @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team. @starbvrryhwa peep at the readers name 😘

You walked around the villa with a tray full of wine goblets with ease. You had been trained your whole life to be graceful and careful, as the personal slave of the Domina. This estate was where gladiators were born. Slaves were acquired, trained and churned out in the arena with great success. This is how your Dominus acquired most of his wealth and prestige.

Hence, the large party that was being thrown. A roman dignitary was in town and your Dominus was more than eager to impress the Senator. Perhaps if the Senator grew interested in the man that groomed gladiators, your Dominus could receive the senator's patronage, increasing his wealth and prestige even more.

“Petal, come here,” Your Domina summoned you from across the open courtyard.

You weaved your way through the crowd to come to the side of your Domina. “Yes, Domina?” You replied sweetly.

“I require your services, Petal.” Your Domina looked you straight in the eye. “The senator has certain tastes that he wishes fulfilled. We would put on a demonstration for him.”

You perked up. As you had grown up here, you enjoyed watching the gladiators. “Shall there be a demonstration of power?” Not to mention, seeing the men with their greased up muscles put on display was a pleasure on its own.

Your Domina shook her head. “No, Petal. He is looking for a demonstration of carnal activities.”

You cocked your head curiously, “Do you want me to stand by his side in case he needs more wine?”

Your Domina cupped your cheek. “No, sweet girl, I am wondering if you would like to participate. The senator has requested two of the most built gladiators but he wishes for a woman of small stature between them. Would that please you? It will be a public display, so you must keep that in mind.”

Your eyes hit the dusty floor. “Who are the gladiators?”

“Yeosang and Jongho,” Your Dominia replied immediately.

You gasped in delight. “Oh, but they have such pretty muscles!”

“I would not ask this of you if I did not think you were up to the task. I know it is not a typical request for you, but it would please the senator if you took part. If not, I can pretend you are sick with having snuck some sips of wine. It matters not to me either way.”

You were so thankful to have a Domina who cared for you. Not all slaves were so lucky.

“Domina, I will do it,” You said with increased fervor.

“Are you sure, Petal?” Your Domina checked one last time. When you nodded, she smiled in thanks.

The set up was a simple one: a chair was set up for the senator and then a pile of blankets and pillows were laid out in the courtyard before him. You nibbled on your lip, eyes searching for the other two that would join you. Jongho had a stoic face, pulling and tugging on his armor. A servant with a jug of oil was begging him to let them remove his armor and apply it to his skin but he was ignoring them. Yeosang was laughing and joking with a few nobles as a servant ran their hands up and down his arms to oil them up. The two couldn't have been more different and yet… They were still gladiators of the arena, ones worthy of note and prestige.

Your Domina clapped her hands and smiled as if she was on stage putting on a great comedy. “Ladies and Gentlemen, due to our esteemed Senator, we have some entertainment for you this evening.” The remainder of the watchers gathered closely, their whispers settling into quiet curiosity. “You watch our gladiators work in the arena, muscles gleaming from sweat and blood, but we wish to give you a more intimate view; one in which their muscles will still do the work, but perhaps using ones that aren’t necessary in the arena."

You walked into the center of the blankets and pillows. The senator sat down on his chair and his eyes raked in your small form. "This one pleases me," He announced his approval, deep voice rumbling through the crowd.

Jongho stepped to your side and then Yeosang. Jongho pounded a fist to his chest; a salute to his Dominus, who was at the side of the senator. Yeosang wound an arm around your shoulders and drew you into his body.

"See how tiny my slave is between these mighty gladiators," Your Domina smiled wickedly. "You may begin."

Yeosang reached for your robes first, pulling the ties at your shoulder and it fell to the floor immediately. His lips curved into a smile at the reveal of your body. One of his hands cupped your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pebbled nipple. You whimpered at the direct contact.

"So responsive," Yeosang chuckled.

Jongho's hands curved around your hips from behind. His mouth found the shell of your ear and he spoke lowly into it. "Is your cunt as responsive as your mouth?"

You cocked your leg and allowed access to your lower half. Jongho's fingers played along your lower stomach but only teased your outer lips with light touches. "Do you actually want this?" He teased you.

You nodded but made eye contact with Yeosang. He cupped both of your breasts and squeezed. Your back arched into his touch and another whimper left your mouth.

"See how both the gladiators circle her like they are sizing up a potential opponent," Your Domina spoke.

Jongho's fingers finally dipped to your core and he brought them up to your eye level to show you just how wet you actually were. "Such an eager whore, are we? Is it your first time being shared between gladiators? Do we turn you on that much?"

Yeosang dropped to his haunches, putting his face level with your cunt. "You can entertain her upper half," Yeosang offered, his deep voice going even lower, "I'll take care of this half."

Yeosang threw one of your legs over his broad shoulders and began to lick your cunt like he was starving and you were the first body of water he had come across. His hands kneaded your thighs, showing you how much strength was in his hands and arms alone. Jongho tipped your head back, wrapping his arms around your ribs and lifting you off your feet. You began to exchange sloppy kisses as his hands tickled your ribs. Yeosang was direct to the point, licking your clit and making you moan into Jongho's mouth, your weight settling on his shoulders, neck muscles flexing under your thighs. Jongho, on the other hand, teased the skin under your breasts until you broke the kiss you two were sharing and begged for him to play with your nipples. He simply teased around your areolas, showing how gentle he could be by holding his strength back.

Your Domina ordered for the next part to play out. "And, like every fight, they draw their swords to conquer their foe."

Yeosang set you down to stand up and unwind the clothing around his lower half, revealing a long, curved rod to the audience who began to titter. "Even his phallus is curved as if the gods themself carved him," Your Domina said pointedly.

Jongho didn't remove the hard-boiled leather chestplate he adorned but his arms flexed and his leather skirt dropped to show that he was not as long as Yeosang but thick enough to make you gulp. "He may very well cleave his foe into two," The senator laughed.

Then both gladiators shared your body. Jongho was assigned to your cunt by the senator and Yeosang to settle into your mouth. Even with the aid of being beyond wet, it was still a struggle for Jongho to sheathe himself inside of you. You could hear him hiss and grunt as he held his strength back and waited for you to stop clenching so hard down on him. Yeosang patiently fucked the soft skin of the inside of your cheek, cupping your face and smiling down at you like Adonis. Once Jongho was fully inside of you, he slapped your ass and made you cry out with Yeosang in your mouth still. At your shout, Yeosang began to fuck your throat. The two of them plunged in and out of you with an eager pace.

You didn't know which way was up and which way was down. All you could focus on was the growing pressure in your stomach that Jongho was stuffing you so damn good and then breathing when Yeosang pulled his cock from your throat. Listening to Yeosang's melodic groans as he enjoyed your throat was a pleasure in of itself, especially when you cupped his balls and played with them.

"Look how she takes both of them. That is a direct lesson for all: size never dictates an outcome," Your Domina said with great flourish.

Jongho was breathing heavily behind you, his fingers squeezing your ass and hips at such a pace that you figured that he was just as close to his orgasm as you were. Yeosang was slightly ahead. He grabbed the back of your head and held you down on his length as he spurted down your throat. You didn't even have to swallow, his load simply shot down your throat. He moaned and moaned and moaned as his climax ran through him, making your pussy throb at the noise.

Jongho growled and yanked you off of Yeosang. Yeosang's remaining seed spurted on your face as you braced yourself to move to the floor with Jongho. You had no choice as the gladiator pushed your body to lie face first and his hips snapped into your ass at such a ferocious pace that you felt yourself come undone for him. Jongho shouted in victory, burying his cock deep inside of you and then slowly thrusting through his climax. You were not doing any better, squealing into the blankets and pillows below you, feeling well used.

The senator stood up and clapped. "What a performance."

Your Domina bent her neck in acknowledgement. "Now, like every battle the gladiator fights in his life, there must be a winner. I think the award should be having my beloved slave for the entire night at their disposal."

You had a hard time finding the energy to sit up to see how your fate was about to be sealed but you did so nonetheless.

"Will it be the handsome gladiator who couldn't be built with less perfection," Your Domina raised a hand to Yeosang first. "Or, should it be the animalistic gladiator who was able to find his own release and sent my Petal to her climax as well."

The crowd were loud for both gladiators so it came down to the senator's pleasure. "I think that any gladiator that can bring the person he is with to climax deserves an award."

Yeosang bowed graciously, melting into the crowd while Jongho offered you a hand up. He grinned, making his eyes small. "Seems like you are mine for the evening, Petal."

"If what you just did is any indication for what I can expect until the sun comes up, I would let myself into your cell every night," You proclaimed earnestly.

Jongho leaned in to speak directly into your ear once again. "I will fuck you up against the wall holding you up with just my arms. I will use that sweet pussy of yours like it is just a hole for me to use. You haven't even seen the beginning of what I'm capable of."

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Strength, KYS/CJH | Next Day~ Hybrid, PSH

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Just wanted to request yeosang angst 8 + suggestive 75 and I wanted to say I really loved blurred lines! Can't wait for your future works!!

Yeosang + Angst/Fluff -The suggestive prompt turned fluffy?? Now that I've reread the prompt, I'm picturing an entirely different story and I kind of hate this. I'm sorry 😬😔. Also, thank you!! You're amazing ❤️❤️😭😭-

(I don't like them. I like you. + I think I've made my intentions clear.)

When the secretary rings your desk and tells you that someone is here to see you, you're sure she's mistaking you for someone else. You've never had someone visit you at your job before and you can't imagine who would be doing it now. Still, you hop in the elevator and ride down to the first floor.

As soon as the doors open, you step out and make your way to the front desk. Searching for someone familiar, you stop short when you recognize a dark head not that far away from you. His black hair faces you while he looks around, and mixed emotions swirl inside of you.

Kang Yeosang. The man you've been harboring feelings for. The one who was hanging around some pretty blonde at San's party. The image of his arm around her shoulders is still burned into your retinas. You remember having to leave the party early just so you wouldn't have to witness it anymore.

Working up the nerve, you walk up to him. "Yeosang?"

He spins around and greets you with a blinding smile. "Hey! I hope I'm not interrupting work or anything?"

You shrug. "That depends on what you're here for."

His hand, which he has had hidden from you this entire time, comes out from behind his back. He holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers out to you and says, "These are for you."

Gingerly, you take the bouquet and admire the fresh flowers. They're beautiful, but you're confused. "Thank you. They're lovely, but what's the occasion?"

"I was hoping you'd be available to go to lunch with me?"

"Right now?"

He nods. "If that's alright."

"Like as a date or as friends catching up?"

Amusement colors his features and he smiles. "Like a date."

"Oh," you quietly respond, surprised by the events taking place. Yeosang is asking you out? He came all the way to your work with flowers to ask you out? "Why?"

He looks surprised by your response, and you can see that he's suddenly unsure of himself.

"Because I like you."

You swear you're becoming more and more dumbfounded by the moment. Did Yeosang really admit to liking you or is your imagination running wild?

"I thought you liked someone else…"

He jerks his head back and furrows his brows. "Who?"

Embarrassed by having to admit that you were watching him, you mumble, "That girl at San's party. You seemed like you knew her well."

His eyes look to the side as he tries to recall who you're talking about. Waiting you see the moment he gains clarity.

"Are you talking about Wooyoung's cousin? The blonde?" He asks and you nod. He shakes his head with a smile. "Wooyoung asked us to make sure we kept her company since she didn't know anyone else. That's all that was."

"Oh…" you trail off feeling a little stupid.

Yeosang takes a step closer to you and catches your gaze. "I don't like her. I like you, and I think I've made my intentions pretty clear."

His eyes fall to the bouquet in your hand and then they glance around your building. When he looks back at you, he gives you a soft smile and asks, "So, do you want to go on a date with me?"

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mingi-bubu · 1 year

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14. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

fictober22~

*once again slaps my blog like it’s the top of a mini-cooper and i’m a car salesman* back at it again with the lore of a fantasy!verse i didn’t realize i was going to write again in for a while! while this is a pre-relationship fae!wooyoung x gn!elemental manipulator!yn, the story is actually platonic light manipulator!yeosang x gn!elemental manipulator!yn

fantasy!verse, mentions of other ateez members, twice dryad!sana, svt werewolf!mingyu, and txt wer-fox!yeonjun and werewolf!beomgyu, angst, uni au, prequel to 76 Kisses’ Prompt #51, ~1.2k

fictober22 masterlist | prompt #51

“So, how’s it going with Captain Clueless,” Yeosang asks as he sidles up next to you. He sits down in the open seat of the stone bench next to you, and you feel the unnatural warmth that accompanies him on your skin. You find it funny that even when he dyes his hair dark, it still looks like he has a halo encircling him. It’s not solid like the heavenly beings’ are, but Yeosang’s has a similar effect in terms of appearance. His expression, you see out of the corner of your eye, is plain, but he has a sparkle in his eyes that is more than just his power’s doing.

You let out a sigh, resigning yourself to this distraction. You had been studying, peacefully even!, at one of the many picnic tables that litter the quad. The sound of humming of the sirens in the lake next to the low wall that separated it from the quad was nice background music to it all. The border spells that the university’s maintenance department cast on the low walls masked the Siren’s Spell enough to keep from wandering into the lake to follow their call.

With a roll of your eyes, you look up from your textbook. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Yeosang is sitting facing the wrong way, his back to the table as he leans on it with his elbows. He had been bugging you for weeks now about what did, or rather, what didn’t happen with Wooyoung at the wers’ party he dragged you to because Yeonjun told him about it. Damned fox.

“So you two haven’t talked about it yet?” He sits up and faces you, his left leg coming up and bending at the knee.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you retort, knowing that Yeosang knows you don’t believe yourself even as you say it. It doesn’t help that the air around the two of you cools as you speak. Temperature and elemental interactions were something you struggled with, and your control got worse when you felt stressed.

Even though you don’t really believe yourself, your statement was true. Nothing had happened between you and the fae that night. Something could have, but it didn’t. You still don’t understand why, if you were being honest. And despite knowing Yeosang has heard it all already a thousand times, you go over what didn’t happen again.

“I mean, even if there was something to talk about,” you start.

Yeosang interrupts. “There is.”

You glare at him. “If there was,” you say again, “it doesn’t make sense. Even both Gyus had left us alone by that point.” You could excuse Beomgyu; he was still a pup compared to Mingyu, who should have stopped acting like one by this point. “So there were literally no interruptions in the back garden of the manor. Even Sana left her tree to give us privacy! Which is, like, practically unheard of nowadays!”

Dryads leaving their trees at will was a form of the past, not the present. Not with the many dangers that came to their homes. Granted, the manor where the wers’ party was being held is under the magical protection of the university. So Sana leaving her Sakisima-suonoki wasn’t atypical. She had to get to class, of course. But even now, with how long you’ve been in this protected area, it was still jarring.

“And we were alone, right? And he was in front of me, and there were fireflies around us,” your tone is wistful, remembering the scene. You don’t realize one of your hands had started to sketch the scene in front of you and Yeosang. You became lost in the memory, thin lines of fire following the paths your finger cast in the air. “I didn’t even process the howling and yowling from the wers in the manor. And wind ruffled his hair, the fireflies’ lights glinting off his black hair and turning it almost red. His eyes… they shone gold, and we were standing so close. And he leaned in and I thought…” You come back to yourself, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping your mouth, the taste of it bitter on your tongue. “But no, it wasn’t to be.”

The portrait of Wooyoung in fire goes out, smoke taking its place before that, too, disappears.

You look over at your friend, his face decorated with a frown. It also appeared like the light that is always with him had dimmed, much to your surprise. “I’m sorry, Yeosangie, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He opens his mouth, but lets out a sigh instead. He breaks your gaze, blinking as he tries to pull his thoughts together. Looking off to the side, not unusual for him, he asks you, “Well, do you want a relationship with him? I know you’ve been talking about how nothing happened, but… Well, do you want something to, really?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately. And then the memory of Wooyoung smiling politely and stepping back from you, the fireflies dispersing as he did, floats to the front of your mind. “No.” You huff out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know!” The words come out as a whine. “I don’t even know what’s going on in his head half the time. If he just told me–”

Yeosang snorts, his gaze returning to yours. “Yeah, because that’s what the Fair Folk are known for. Their straightforwardness.”

“Oh, shut up,” you say, pushing at his arm with enough force to make him sway.

“I’m just saying,” he teases back. A beat of silence pushes between the two of you before Yeosang starts speaking again. “Why haven’t you talked to him yet, YN?”

Silence falls between you again as you really think about your answer. Why haven’t you? It’s not like there haven’t been plenty of opportunities since that night. Well, after the few days after where the two of you avoided each other like selkies avoid leaving their pelts around.

Yeosang seems content to let you think as much as you want, taking to a favorite pastime of his: finding a reflective surface and playing with witches’ familiars. You break the silence. “I think that… I haven’t talked to him because I don’t want to lose him.” You say slowly. Yeosang stops playing with the creatures, and listens to you as you explain. “He’s such a good friend,” you say earnestly, “and I really don’t want to lose that. Not because of some fleeting fancy at the thought of being his and him being mine. He deserves better than that.”

“YN,” Yeosang says softly, “I think the S.S. Fleeting Fancy left the harbor a long time ago. Probably a month after you met him.”

“I know,” your voice is equally soft. “It has.”

“You should tell him,” he encourages. “Wooyoung isn’t going to be a dick about it if he doesn’t feel the same way. You know how Fair Folk are about love. And even if his kin weren’t like that, he isn’t either. The worst that happens is it’ll be awkward again for a few days, like it was after the wers’ party, and the two of you will be back to kicking it and teasing Seonghwa. You know this.”

“Yeah,” you take a deep breath and let it out. You make a conscious effort to not blow the leaves off of the tree a dozen or so feet ahead of you. Manipulating air when you were distracted was never a good thing for anyone. “I’ll talk to him. Thanks, Sangie.”

#fictober22 #ateez scenarios #yeosang scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #jeong wooyoung scenarios #kang yeosang scenarios #i'm really enjoying this fantasy!verse and the other one i have that has the seokmin and haechan and jaehyun scenarios in it #not sure if they're relate yet but i know that hyunjae's will be directly related to the haechan and jaehyun one bc of how yn's necromantic #magick was fucking up with reanimation and taking too much of haechan's force so that will be v fun for me!#also we are ignoring that it's well past october okay? sometimes people are slow at writing #or get sidetracked by a very detailed & intensive criminal minds au they've just got out of the planning phase & into the writing phase for #jae.works

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