you could tell during sex that he was admiring your body when he slowed down. always, you could tell.
even if you had been on the brink of your orgasm, pussy about to soak him and strangle his dick with how hard it made you cum, he would stop dead in his tracks to salivate over your body.
he lived for your shape, the way your body was so ripe and full– plump, taught creases where your thighs met your sides from how far he bent you over. that round, plush ass he loved to see flatten against his pelvis every time he threw his hips into you. he’d been doing it before, fucking you with a patient passion that held a steady cadence of soft, wet claps filling the room. you sang the hell out of his name over them. he had to bite his lip, frowning deeply at the combination of seeing your ass rippling all the way up your tummy and back and down to your thighs each time he fucked his dick into you, and the feeling of that hot honey inside your pussy… the same that he wanted to stir up to drool over his cock, the same he wanted to taste all night with his devil-gifted tongue. your pussy could fucking kill him, he swears on everything. it’s so hot… that shit chokes his dick like he would not believe if he hadn’t felt it. that gushing wet, slick, creamy pussy that loved him so much that it wouldn’t let him go each time he pulled out, that sucked him back in no matter how he moved. you had cat that would start wars between nations and he knew it. he could only moan. o n l y m o a n, that pussy was so good. words couldn’t find him when he felt those walls start munching, when he could feel your cervix squishing kisses at the tip of his cockhead. those moans of his keep coming the weaker he gets, keep vibrating low in his chest, giving the bassline to your melody, to his rhythm now being bucked into you again. he watches his dick sink into you, disappearing deep into that golden brown flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own… and coming out glistening with your juice and your cream all over it, rolling down his sack and down the inside of your legs.
and when you fucking cum, when you convulse and scream out for him while that pussy eats him whole, when you make him lose his sight and make his ears ring from how hard you make him bust, deep deep in you… as far as he could go…
Summary: Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way.
Genre and warnings: smut. age gap (within legal boundaries). bratty dom!wooyoung with older sub!reader. mommy kink, reader is called “mommy”. fem pronouns for reader. rough sex including face fucking, use of handcuffs, spanking, slapping, mild choking and overstimulation all done to the reader. dirty talk. unprotected sex. aftercare. reader is married so cheating but the husband is an asshole if that helps. fem pronouns. (lemme know if i missed anything)
Word count: 6,743.
this fic is not meant to represent wooyoung in any way, shape or form.
Night One.
Wooyoung is late.
Twenty minutes late, to be exact. You shouldn’t be so annoyed because you were expecting it. But the irritation is building as you bounce your leg up and down impatiently sitting on your couch.
At this point, your disdain for your boss is at a record high. Wooyoung shouldn’t have been hired at the company and he definitely shouldn’t have been put on this project with you. If it weren’t for the fact he was the CEO’s son, he would be working a dead end job somewhere. It wasn’t just Wooyoung being younger than you that made him so annoying. It was that he knew he only got the job because of nepotism and walked around the office like he owned the place. His shit eating grin and confident swagger grinded your every nerve. He never did any work, took credit and then would brag about it later.
warnings: dirty talk, spit kink, dom! wooyoung, sub! reader, swearing, choking, rough/angry sex, hand kink, brat taming, bratty! reader, mommy kink, sir kink, praise kink, degrading kink, mentions of yunho.
a/n: repost bc my acc was deleted <33 also if anyone even sees this please send requests of any ateez smuts bc im super super bored and i enjoy writing a lot! :D please include any kinks you’d like me to add to the story and even threesomes, bxb or poly relationships! im honestly open to anything! love all of u guys <33 - melon
Warnings: Profanities, death by magic, making out.
Using a vine, you tied the last aconitum to a tree which was a few meters away from your cottage. You chanted a spell on it, enhancing its scent that fortunately did not have any effects on your species.
You have been doing this everyday before twilight to keep a new pack of rogue wolves away from you. You don’t know how they managed to find you, considering you lived only a kilometer away from another pack that had a strong reputation. But they were rogue wolves, after all: they didn’t care about another pack’s territory.
Proceeding back to your house, you immediately washed your hands with some fenugreek water. You took off your raven-black cloak, draping it on a wooden chair. You made your way over to one of your cauldrons, expecting to see the beautiful blue color of the potion you were brewing for a goblin in exchange of some seeds of an extremely rare plant.
Carefully lifting the heavy lid off the hot pot, you frowned at the pink hue of the liquid, wondering where you went wrong. You tried to recall every single step you made.
“Shit, I forgot to add delphinium!” you groaned, running to your storage room to get the flowers. Unfortunately, you ran out of it. You sighed in frustration, realizing your potion would spoil if you didn’t add the flowers in the next two hours.
You quickly lit the candle of a lantern before wearing your cloak. You grabbed a straw basket and put your shoes on. You had to get into the nearby pack’s territory to get the flowers and you hoped you wouldn’t run into any trouble tonight with the werewolves.
You carefully made your way through the forest, wary of your surroundings. You have never gone out after dusk to collect any supplies. It was really dangerous for you to leave home at such a time, especially when there were rogue wolves seeking to kill you. Even though you had enough magic within you to kill a werewolf, you were no match for a pack.
You traversed through the forest, coming to a small meadow in the middle of it. You looked around for the delphinium, delighted to find it faster than you expected. You took a knife from your pocket to cut the stem of the plant, placing the flowers in your basket.
A snap of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly whipped around to the source. You could make out two large figures in the distance, their yellow eyes glowing in the dark while they leered at you.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. When you saw them coming closer to you, you started to run once you realized they were rogue wolves. You could use a spell to set them on fire, but you needed to be in an open space with no trees around as the fire could spread.
You ran as fast as you could, dashing through plants and leeping over small streams, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You mentally cursed yourself when you saw the Ateez pack houses in the distance, realizing you ran in the opposite direction from your cottage. You kept running anyway until you reached the open area where the pack was, already on high alert. Three of them in their wolf forms, ready to attack any creature that poses a threat to them.
You swiftly turned around, chanting a spell that set the two rogue wolves on fire before they could reach you. The wolves howled and whimpered loudly while they burned, meeting their death in just a few minutes, leaving only their bones and ashes.
You fell to the ground, trying to calm down your heavy breathing. Certain spells such as this one really drained your energy.
“You have violated the territory rules, witch,” you heard one of the wolves from the Ateez pack say. Glancing around, you noticed that you seemed to have interrupted their bonfire party.
“I had no choice and you know it,” you said, glaring at one of the omegas of the pack while trying to get up. Your arm was burning, and you pushed your cloak aside, revealing a large cut that you must’ve gotten from running through the plants. You were too drained to chant another spell to heal yourself.
You could feel a light tug at your heart, pulling you in a certain direction. You turned to see another werewolf who was staring at you with an unreadable expression, a female wolf seated on his lap. Your heart instantly filled with hurt and anger. You weren’t naive; you could tell you were the wolf’s mate. Although you have heard of cases where a werewolf had a mate of a different species, you certainly weren’t expecting that to be your case. You wouldn’t admit it, but a part of you was thrilled to find your mate. However, you were sure he didn’t feel the same way; he would never accept a witch as his mate.
“I asked you something, witch,” you heard the alpha say, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You turned to look at the alpha of Ateez’s pack. “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”
“Are you deaf? I asked why you trespassed into my pack’s territory.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you blind, mutt?” The werewolves in their wolf forms growled at the way you addressed their alpha, but you ignored them. “I just got chased by some rogue wolves. You claim that half of the forest belongs to your pack, but you can’t even get rid of the rogues. At this point, I might just do your job for you,” you said, pointing to the ash and bones of the two rogue wolves you killed. You knew the wolves would hate to hear how you managed to do something they were struggling to do. After all, they hated your kind with every fibre of their being.
“Mind your words when you speak to us, witch,” the beta stated, voice laced with venom. You only rolled your eyes in response, picking up your basket that slipped from your hands. You pulled the hood of your cloak lower and bowed to the pack. You took one last look at your… mate. He’s stunning, was all you thought before proceeding to go back to your cottage, hoping deep-down that you’d see him again.
“What’s up with you, bro?” San asked his bestfriend, plopping down beside him and Yunho on the couch. “You’ve been… different this past week. I’ve never seen you this quiet.”
Wooyoung sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep a secret anymore from his packmates. “The witch…”
“What about her?” Yunho questioned.
Wooyoung gulped, fiddling with his fingers. “Well, she’s my mate.” Both San and Yunho’s eyes widened while they stared at Wooyoung like as if he was like an alien.
“What are you gonna do?” Jongho asked, joining the conversation.
“Reject her, of course,” Wooyoung replied, his wolf screaming at him but he ignored it. “I don’t believe in the whole mate thing, you all know that. Besides, I’m content with hooking up with Chae.”
The wolves didn’t comment on it, knowing Wooyoung wouldn’t agree with the fact that the moon goddess personally chose a witch for him; he refused to believe in such things. The boys could only hope he would make a smart decision before it’s too late.
“That’s unfair for the witch though,” San mumbled, genuinely concerned for you.
Wooyoung shrugged. “She could make a potion or something to forget about me, but I’m sure she wouldn’t accept me as a mate either. Anyway…” he got up from the couch, stretching his arms out. “I’m going for a run. Anyone coming?”
“I’ll pass,” Jongho said.
San shook his head. “Me too. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll come,” Yunho said with a small smile. “It’s been a while.”
The two boys made their way to the forest, quickly stripping out of their clothes before shifting into their wolf form.
“Wanna race till the territory borders? I know you’ll lose anyway,” Wooyoung challenged Yunho through their mind link.
“Oh you’re on!” Yunho growled playfully in response, albeit he knew the younger wolf was right. Wooyoung was the fastest runner in the pack.
The two wolves took off into the woods, dashing through giant leaves and jumping over large logs. Yunho pushed Wooyoung to the side, making the smaller wolf lose his balance. He quickly got up, chasing after the older wolf.
Their heightened senses allowed them to smell different flowers and trees, and Wooyoung found himself enjoying a certain scent that he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying. He could also smell something unfamiliar mixed with his mate’s scent, and he could immediately tell it belonged to a wizard. Without him realizing, he started following his mate’s scent, crossing his pack’s territory borders despite Yunho’s protests.
“Wooyoung, stop! There are rogue wolves! You’ll get killed!” Yunho yelled through the mind link. But Wooyoung couldn’t stop until he saw you.
He sprinted even faster, your scent getting stronger and stronger. He stopped right in front of your cottage, spotting you just a few feet away, an orb of fire above your palm, ready to attack. The wizard beside you had an arm wrapped around your waist protectively, causing Wooyoung to growl loudly, jealousy and anger clouding his mind.
The familiar scent of your mate made your fire orb disappear. Another wolf that was bigger than your mate appeared. The wolf glanced at you before nudging at the smaller one to leave.
“Are you fucking serious, Woo?” Yunho yelled at the younger wolf. “Alpha is gonna kill us. We have to go now.”
Wooyoung only growled and glared at the wizard. “Get your hands off my mate!”
“He can’t hear you,” Yunho said. “Let's—”
“Then maybe I should show him!” He charged at the wizard.
“Wooyoung, no!” Yunho yelled.
The wizard hit Wooyoung in the stomach with his staff, instantly knocking out the wolf due to the magic laced on it. You were positive he would have some broken bones, knowing how powerful staffs are.
Yunho whimpered, nudging his unconscious packmate, fear evident in his eyes. He knew his packmate was still alive, but he couldn’t tell what was happening to him or if he was silently dying. He couldn’t take Wooyoung back to their pack if he didn’t change back into his human form.
Sensing the older wolf’s fear, you carefully moved towards him. “He’s not dead,” you spoke in the softest voice you could muster. “He’s just unconscious due to the magic and may have some broken bones.”
“He deserved it,” Sejin, the wizard, said. “Your alpha should train him better.” Yunho lowered his head in apology, clearly embarrassed.
Sejin turned to you. “I must take my leave now, Y/N. Will you be all right alone with these mutts?”
“Yes, I will be. Don’t worry,” you said with a smile. Sejin nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before he started his journey back to his own cottage.
You kneeled beside your mate’s unconscious wolf, gently stroking his fur. Yunho wanted to change back to talk to you, but he didn’t have any clothes.
“How are you going to take him back?” you asked Yunho. He whimpered in response, reminding you that he couldn’t communicate with you in his wolf form. “Oh! I’m sorry. Um… do you want to change back to your human form?” you asked and he moved his head up and down. “Okay… I could give you some shorts. Is that all right?” When he nodded again, you quickly ran inside your cottage, finding a pair of your khaki shorts. You chanted a spell on it to make it bigger for the wolf.
You went back outside, giving the shorts to the wolf. He moved behind a tree to change, coming back a minute later.
“I’m extremely sorry about that,” Yunho said, scratching his nape. “I don’t know what got into him.”
“It’s okay,” you said. “How do you plan on taking him back to your pack?”
“I can’t unless he changes back,” Yunho sighed. “I’ll also need to call my pack here to take him.”
“Do whatever you must,” you said. “I will give you some rosemary. It will help him gain consciousness.”
Yunho nodded and you went into your cottage to bring some rosemary. Taking out a small amount from the jar, you proceeded back to the wolves. You kneeled beside your mate, holding the rosemary above his snout. You chanted a small spell, enhancing its scent. The wolf’s ear twitched before he stirred, eyes slowing opening. He whimpered out in pain, eyes filling with tears.
“Wooyoung, you have to change,” Yunho urged. “I can’t take you home in your wolf form.” The wolf huffed in pain, trying his best to change back.
Once he was able to change back, he groaned in pain. “I think my ribs are fucking broken.” You looked away from his naked form.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Yunho muttered before turning to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I must change and call my pack here to help take him home.”
You nodded, sparing one last glance at your mate before going back inside your cottage.
Stirring a new potion you made, you scooped the bright yellow liquid onto your ladle, carefully transferring it into a glass bottle.
You heard a knock at your door. You placed the ladle on the table before making your way to the door. When you opened it, you weren’t expecting to see your werewolf mate standing there shirtless. It has been two weeks since you last saw him and you were certain his broken ribs would’ve healed by now.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, trying not to look at his toned upper half.
“I had to see you before I go insane,” he sighed, making your heart race. “Can I come in?”
You moved aside, letting him in. You closed the door, moving to sit on the leather sofa, your mate following your actions while he glanced around in awe. You waited for him to talk first, but he only stared at you. Wooyoung couldn’t help but be stunned by how beautiful you are.
You gently cleared your throat. “So… how are you now?”
“I’m better now,” he replied. “Your boyfriend broke three of my ribs.”
You snorted. “My boyfriend?”
“The wizard who broke my ribs.”
“Yeah, I know who you mean,” you remarked. “But he isn’t my boyfriend.”
Wooyoung’s wolf was thrilled with the news. “Didn’t seem like that though,” he murmured but you heard him.
You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see how that’s your problem anyway.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “It is. You’re my mate.”
“Hmm… doesn’t seem like that. Wasn’t your tongue down some poor human’s throat two nights ago?”
Wooyoung gulped, eyes wide, his wolf cursing him. “H-How did you know?”
You chuckled, not really amused. “There are fairies around, you know? They watch everything.”
“I did that to forget you,” Wooyoung confessed, fiddling with his fingers. “I… couldn’t handle seeing you with that wizard. He had his hands on you that day and my wolf just lost it. And I thought you were with him so…” You could see the genuineness in his citrine-colored eyes.
“What about that wolf who was on your lap then?” you questioned.
“I occasionally hook up with her,” he said honestly. “I actually didn’t believe in the whole mate chosen by the moon goddess thing until I met you. But she did. She just has her fun with me, but she knows one day she’ll find her mate and will instantly forget about me… just like how I forgot about her the moment I saw you.”
You sat in silence, taking in his words, contemplating on what to do. You weren’t a child of the moon like your mate, but surely the moon goddess considers you as one if she chose you as her child’s mate. She never chooses wrong.
“So if I accept you as my mate, what is your plan?” you questioned.
Wooyoung’s face immediately lit up. “I’ll let you choose. You can live with me or I can live with you. I already spoke to my pack and they’re more than willing to accept you.”
You shook your head. “You’re an omega, right? You shouldn’t be separated from your pack. I can’t leave my house either cause of my work. So how about we just meet each other whenever we have time?”
Wooyoung pouted. “But I wanna see you everyday from when the sun rises to when the moon sets.” Your heartbeat sped up rapidly.
“That’s twenty-four seven,” you murmured, cheeks turning pink.
Wooyoung smirked. “Exactly.”
The next two weeks were spent in moving your belongings to Ateez’s pack houses. Since every member of the pack had their own house, there was plenty of space for you. Wooyoung even had a large basement which he converted into a workspace for you. The other pack members helped move your herbs and plants too.
After arranging all your jars in your new workspace, you made your way upstairs. This was your first day living with your mate. The wolf was ecstatic, filled with more energy than usual. He was a ball of sunshine, but also a major tease. He was well aware of the effect he has on you. You knew he knew you wanted him badly, and that’s why he only teased you, wanting you to make the first move.
Wooyoung was lying down on the couch, engrossed in reading one of your spellbooks. You quietly made your way towards him, but the faint sound of your footsteps caught his attention.
Wooyoung stretched an arm out. “Come lie down with me.” You obeyed him, cheeks turning pink while you cuddled up to his side, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.
After a while, you brushed your lips against Wooyoung’s neck, placing a light kiss on his skin. You heard him inhale sharply when you gently sucked on his skin. He tossed the book onto the table, wrapping an arm around you. He lifted you onto his body, and you adjusted yourself so as to straddle his lap.
Wooyoung smirked. “What are you doing, baby?” Your body tingled with the way he called you that.
You leaned down, brushing your lips against his before placing a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away, trying to get off him, but he grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto his growing bulge, making you bite your lip.
“You can’t tease me like that and leave,” he playfully growled, hands moving to grab the exposed skin of your thighs as your dress had moved up.
You narrowed your eyes. “Well, that’s what you’ve been doing to me for two weeks.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah, and?” His hands moved up on your thighs.
“And that’s not f-fair,” you stuttered at the end as his hands moved to your inner thighs, so close to your core. You could already feel your panties sticking to your wettening folds.
Wooyoung took a deep breath. “You smell incredible right now. So eager for me…” you blushed, remembering wolves could smell their mate’s arousal the best.
You leaned down, finally connecting your lips to your mate’s. Wooyoung kissed you back just as eagerly, unable to hold himself back anymore; he had been waiting for you to make the first move so that he knew you were comfortable with him.
You involuntarily grinded on his hardening bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. His hands moved to grab your ass, moving you back and forth on him in a rapid pace. Your hand slipped under his shirt, and Wooyoung pulled away, one of hands stopping you from touching him.
“Y/N, are you a hundred percent sure you want this?” Wooyoung asked in a soft tone, albeit his wolf was begging him to mark you. “It hasn’t been long since we met and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”
“I want this, Woo,” you replied immediately. “I want you.”
That was enough for Wooyoung to reconnect your lips, smiling while he kissed you, ready to officially mark you as his.
“Okay, Y/N and Wooyoung get in the 3rd row,” Yunho said after placing everyone’s luggage in his car. You were going on a roadtrip to Boryeong with your bestfriend, Jung Wooyoung, his friends (who also became your friends) and some of their significant others.
You had to sit on Wooyoung’s lap at the back of Yunho’s 7-seater car as the seat beside you was occupied with some bags.
Wooyoung got into the car and sat down before you followed his actions, settling on his lap. “You good, Woo? Am I too heavy?” you asked, trying not to put all your weight on him.
“Nah, I’m all right,” he answered and placed an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “You can sit comfortably.” You were glad you were facing away from him; you didn’t want him to see how your cheeks heated up.
Once everyone was settled in both the cars, Yunho and Seonghwa began driving. Since it was really early in the morning, everyone decided to sleep during the two hour drive.
You weren’t feeling sleepy, so you were scrolling through your Instagram, looking at various posts. Wooyoung couldn’t sleep either; he pushed your hair to one side to see what you were looking at while resting his chin on your shoulder. You saw a post of a man kissing a woman’s neck and the caption said, “neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then.” You double tapped on your phone screen to like the post, causing Wooyoung to smirk; he couldn’t help but want to test it out.
He placed a gentle kiss to your neck to see how’d you’d react. You stopped breathing for a second; did your bestfriend just kiss your neck? Did the man you were so in love with—but didn’t have the guts to let him know as you were scared of ruining your friendship— just kiss your neck?
When you didn’t push him away or ask about his actions, he began placing more kisses onto your neck. You titled your head to give him more access to your neck, gripping his arm that was around you, causing him to smile against your skin.
“I didn’t know you like neck kisses this much,” Wooyoung murmured in your ear, his voice dropping a little. You turned around to face him and without thinking, you crashed your lips onto his. You couldn’t help but smile when he immediately kissed you back. You’ve dreamed of this very moment so many times, it felt unreal to you that it was actually happening. You moved your hand to his newly dyed black hair, tugging on the strands. His hold around you tightened and he pulled away. “That feels nice,” he said, a little breathlessly. You ran your hand through his hair, your heart swelling with some kinda happiness that you’ve never experienced before.
Wooyoung pecked your cheek. “I’m going to take you on a date after the trip, okay?” he stated, making you smile.
—
“Wow, it’s bigger than I expected,” Hongjoong said while walking with you towards the beach where a party was taking place; there were around three hundred people here. Initially, the plan for tonight was having dinner at a fancy restaurant, but Mingi and Jongho insisted on going to the party when one of the resort staff told them about it.
Wooyoung and the rest came here before you and Hongjoong, so you couldn’t see anyone. The two of you headed to the bar on the beach, deciding to drink something before searching for the others.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Hongjoong asked you.
You scanned through the various alcoholic beverages on the shelves. “VS Hennessey, please,” you replied; it was Wooyoung’s favorite drink.
He snorted. “You’re spending too much time with Wooyoung,” he said and turned to the bartender. “One Martini and a VS Hennessey for the lady.”
A while later, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang and his girlfriend, Taehee, found you and Hongjoong at the bar. Wooyoung’s eyes darkened when he noticed the red bikini you were wearing. Your eyes were also on your bestfriend, taking in his swimming-shorts clad body. Wooyoung had been working out a lot, and you were in awe of the results: his arms were more muscular and his abs were more defined. His black hair was pulled into a small ponytail.
“Y/N!” Taehee squealed, running to hug you, already quite drunk. “The hottest guys in the country are all here!” she giggled.
Yeosang raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend’s statement. “Repeat that, babe?”
“But you’re the hottest of them all,” she quickly replied, pecking his lips before turning back to you. “Go get some dick, girl!”
Hongjoong nearly choked on his martini. You only laughed, gulping the remaining of your drink before you got up from your seat. “Dance with me, Tae,” you said, dragging her to the crowd where everyone was dancing, despite Yeosang’s protests.
You moved your body to the beat, quickly getting lost to the music. You knew Wooyoung’s eyes were on you the entire time, so you made sure to add a little sway to your moves in hopes of teasing him a little. You felt hands on your waist, making you turn around. Some random drunk guy was trying to dance with you; he was kinda cute, you had to admit. Wooyoung’s jaw clenched when he saw you dancing with the guy.
“So when are you going to make a move on Y/N?” San asked, grabbing Wooyoung’s attention.
“I already did,” he answered with a smug smile. “We kissed today morning in the car.”
“Finally,” San said, putting a french fry in his mouth. All your friends could see that you and Wooyoung had a thing for each other; they were all waiting for you both to realize that.
You danced with the random guy for a while until you excused yourself to get a drink. You took two shots of Vodka before going back to the dancing crowd. The guy you were dancing with moved on to another woman. You found Yeosang and Taehee making out in the crowd, and Yunho was dancing with some random girl. The song changed and you squealed when you realized it was one of yours and Wooyoung’s favorite songs. You glanced at where Wooyoung was seated, but he wasn’t there.
You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. One glance at the man’s arms was enough for you to know who he was.
“Let me hold you, girl caress my body, you got me going crazy, you turn me on, turn me on,” Wooyoung sang the lyrics in your ear. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck while he sang the rest of the lyrics. You had a big smile on your face while you danced with him, admiring his beautiful face. Wooyoung leaned down to capture your lips with his own in a sweet, slow kiss; you could taste the Hennessey on his lips. He pulled away, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Let’s get out of here.”
The two of you quickly made your way to your shared room at the resort, excitement running through your veins. Wooyoung unlocked the room door with the key before entering the room, pushing you against the door after locking it.
“You drive me crazy, baby,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek, he leaned down, stopping an inch away from your lips before he pulled away and walked to the bathroom.
You snorted, unsurprised that Wooyoung was teasing you now. You followed him into the bathroom. You washed your hands and legs, getting all the sand off. You sat on the bathroom counter, watching Wooyoung dry his hands after doing the same.
You decided to tease him by stripping yourself out of the red bikini, causing his jaw to drop. His lustful eyes roamed all over your naked body. You wanted him right now.
You moved towards him, pushing him against the wall, connecting your lips to your his. Wooyoung kissed you back while his hand traveled down to your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You pulled away to move your lips to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses just as much as you. You sucked and gently nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave a mark. Once you were done, you trailed kisses from his neck to his sharp jawline.
Wooyoung placed his hands on your waist to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, and you were facing the full-length mirror in the bathroom. You watched him kiss the skin between your neck and shoulder, making you suck in a breath. One of Wooyoung’s hands moved to play with your tits while the other moved down to your heat. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the wetness there. His eyes were on your reflection in the mirror while he placed his finger on your clit, rubbing it in up and down motions while his other hand massaged your breast.
“Fuck!” you moaned, throwing your head back against him, eyes closing in pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” he rubbed your nub faster in circular motions. “Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at what I’m doing to you.”
You opened your eyes and glanced at your reflection, watching Wooyoung pleasure your clit. Your breathing increased while he moved his fingers faster. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, and his other hand toyed with your nipple. He slipped two fingers into your entrance, spreading them open like scissors to stretch you out, making you moan and clench around his fingers.
“Woo, gonna cum soon,” you cried out when you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Wooyoung removed his fingers. You gasped, eyes going wide. “Why would you…?”
He kissed your shoulder, a smirk on his face. “Did you really think I would let you cum this easily after what you did? Hmm? Dancing with another man when you knew I was watching you.”
You smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Wooyoung snorted, taking your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to, baby,” he said, pushing you onto the bed before hovering above you. He trailed kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss and a little suck before trailing kisses further down your body. He stops at your glistening heat, glancing up at you. “You’re gorgeous,” he stated, spreading your legs wider. He kept his eyes on you while his tongue flicked your nub. He ran his tongue along your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He gently sucked on your clit. “W-Woo, oh fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving down to grab his hair while he sucked harder. “I want you in me right now, Woo,” you managed to say through heavy breaths; you really just wanted to feel him balls deep inside of you.
Wooyoung moved away from you, his eyes held slight worry. “Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Woo. Please, I want you in me right now,” you begged.
Wooyoung gave you a kiss before getting off the bed. He took a box of condoms out from his bag, taking out one of the foiled squares before turning to you. He slowly took his shorts and briefs off, making sure to tease you. You took in the sight of him, gasping at the sight of his naked, toned body.
Wooyoung climbed back onto the bed, ripping open the foil covering. He rolled the condom onto his length before hovering above you.
“Are you really sure about this?” he couldn’t help but ask; he knew you were conscious about who you slept with.
You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him. “I’m sure about this, I promise. I love you, Wooyoung,” you finally confessed.
A bright, happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He kissed you passionately, heart swelling with happiness. “I love you too, Y/N. Fuck I’ve been in love with you for so so long,” he said, kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away. He positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, keeping his eyes on you while you adjusted to his size.
“You good, babe?” he asked once he was fully in.
You nodded. “You can move now.”
Wooyoung thrusted in you slowly, sucking in a breath when he felt your walls clench around him. “So fucking tight,” he remarked, rolling his hips against yours. He laced his hands with your own, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you so much,” he murmured against your lips. You freed one of your hands to cup his cheek, pulling him back into the kiss. You swiped his lower lip with your tongue and he immediately gave you access to slither your tongue inside. Your tongues moved in a slow rhythm to match his slow thrusts, and your hand moved through Wooyoung’s soft hair. You moaned and gently bit his bottom lip when you felt him hit your g-spot, making him smile and pull away. “I found your spot, didn’t I?”
“Yeah…”
Wooyoung lifted one of your legs up, thrusting in faster and deeper. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head while you watched Wooyoung’s cock move in and out of you.
Your back arched when he repeatedly hit your spot, and you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower area. “Woo…” you moaned, your walls wildly clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure. He reached down to rub your clit, making you squirm. “Cum for me, my love.”
A few more thrusts and you screamed his name, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as you reached your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. Wooyoung came shortly after you, spilling his seed into the condom. He thrusted in a few more times before pulling out. He quickly disposed the used condom before moving back to the bed, pulling you into his arms. You stared up at him with loving eyes, making him kiss your forehead. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m just… happy,” you stated, running your hand through his hair that was slightly damp with his sweat. “I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”
He snorted. “I assumed that too. I’ve been in love with you for nearly three years now. I was scared to tell you cause of our friendship…”
“You’ll always be my bestfriend, Woo,” you said, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His face fell a little; he wanted to be more than bestfriends. “But you’ve got an extra title now,” you continued.
He gently pushed you away from his body so that he could see your face. “Which is?”
You smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “My boyfriend.”
Note: as of March 2022, this blog will no longer be writing new smut. I will post all the nsfw I have in my drafts slowly, and that’s it. My upcoming posts will only be SFW. Thank you & have a great day.
Part Three: a blacksmith, a nightmare, and oh-so-sweet empathy
series rating:16+
series genre: action and adventure. romance. angst. fluff. suggestive. fantasy au.
series warnings: character death, blood and violence, weaponry, injury, suggestive content, mxm content, elements of misogyny, language, monsters. (will only be using chapter specific warnings for things not included on this list.)
summary:as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.
chapter details beneath the cut ->
chapter wc: 12.9k
extra chapter warnings: panic attack, mentions of v*mit, alcohol.
summary:
You feel the presence of a figure settle behind you, as San awkwardly clears his throat.
“I meant to tell you earlier,” he says, voice quiet. You can faintly see his reflection through the window as well, and his expression is somber. “I just wasn’t sure how.”
a/n:woo says eat the rich.
You’ve always loved the sound of birds chirping. Always one to appreciate a delicate song, each morning in a slightly different tune rousing you awake. As monotonous as palace life could be at times, the bird’s song was always a part of your routine you could never tire of.
You aren’t tired of them now, as you make your way along the forest path. Having successfully made it out of the inner circle of the woods alive, the scenery is far more comforting than ominous. The twisted spindling tree’s replaced once again by tall pine and oaks, the deep darkness now broken by the sun peaking through the forest canopy. Beams of sunlight dancing between your fingers, you hum along to the bird’s steady tune, bare feet pressing gently against the lush soil.
Having taken a stroll by yourself, the sound of the three men bustling around your make-shift campsite fades away into the background, even the gentle breeze overpowering their voices as they chatter amongst themselves.
It’s nice, you think, to have a moment to yourself. A peaceful one, where you don’t feel at risk of being murdered, injured, or having the reality of your identity discovered.
You hear the sound of a stream up ahead - or perhaps simply a slow-moving river - and your feet are set in motion before you can even really contemplate following the noise.
It is, in fact, a river. Although the water rushes at a far greater pace than originally expected. Walking up to the shoreline, it’s incredibly satisfying when your toes dip into the stream, the coolness pleasant as the dirt and grime from the following days gently washes away.
You think of how nice it would be to take a bath at the moment, like the ones you could have any time back at the castle. Lavish soaps and fragrances, steaming hot water and bubbles only a beck and call away.
One of the many privileges you took for granted. If you ever do get to Kuroku and manage to marry the Prince, you’ll be sure to not take such things so lightly.
Closing your eyes to further enjoy the feeling of the water against your bare skin. Taking in a deep breath, you’re flooded with the smell of pine and the logfire from back at the camp. You suppose that this is one thing you never had back in the kingdom, only imported fruit trees growing in the castle gardens, and the thought of a campfire anywhere near the King’s study is almost comedical.
So if the possibility of a warm bath be an unattainable longing, you may as well revel in what would have also been impossible for you to have back at home.
After a moment, you open your eyes, prepared to return back to the campsite and the vast journey you have ahead of you. However, your limbs can’t seem to force themselves into motion, as you catch sight of a man further up ahead the river.
Blinking, you narrow your gaze, surely seeing things.
Surely, because what - or better, who - you are seeing is simply not possible.
Silver hair disheveled, he bustles around in a small wooden boat, only big enough for roughly two people. Turning around to observe the stern - and subsequently the side facing you - he rubs a steak of dirt from his forehead, letting out a deep and frustrated sigh. After a moment, he tiredly looks up, and you are greeted by a pair of familiar eyes.
A familiar nose. Familiar cheeks and a familiar steady jawline. Familiar lips as they settle into a frustrated pout.
Familiar everything. All details embedded into your memory after a lifetime of seeing them, these details something that have rarely left your mind within the last couple days. A familiarness that you never thought you would see again.
Tears immediately flood your eyes, and you’re half-blinded by the glossiness as you rush towards the man. Sore limbs practically flailing outwards from the sheer speed of your pursuit, your voice breaks out in emotion as you call out to him.
“Mingi!” His eyes widen as you call out to him, and his expression settles into a grin. A familiar and cheeky - would slap it off of him if you weren’t so utterly relieved - sort of grin.
Crashing into him, he lets out a small “oof”as you wrap your arms around tall frame. Squeezing him painfully tight, you just need to make sure that he’s actually there. That he’s real and solid, not some twisted fragment of your imagination.
It’s only once you decide that he checks all of these boxes that you finally let him go.
“Y-You’realive,” you practically blubber out, still not quite believing it.
Because this isn’t possible, itcan’tbe.
Yet somehow, it is.
Watching the way your lip quivers, the overwhelming emotions just too much for a singular moment, he lets out a quiet chuckle before using one of his fingers to wipe away a rogue tear that trails down your cheek.
“Of course I’m alive,” he replies, voice gentle. “You didn’t really think I’d go that easy, did you?”
Yes, you did. You heard his screams, those desperate wails of agony, so horrific that they fill your mind every time the silence becomes too thick. It didn’t seem that there was much possibility for another fate, death the singular option for something so terrible.
Yet, here he is. Standing before you, tall and steady, solid and breathing. Alive.
“How?” You start before clearing your throat, which is choked and raspy with shock. “How did you make it out of there? I heard you die, Mingi. I-I feltit, in my chest I felt it. So how-”
“How about I tell you on the way to Kuroku?” He smiles, gesturing to the boat beside him against the shoreline, having been forgotten in the moment’s relief.
The three men back at your campsite only cross your mind for a split second. You wonder what Seonghwa might think, how much sadness those big brown eyes might gleam with, if he might even think you were murdered or abducted. You think of San, if within those analytical and lingering glances he might have always suspected something was off, although you doubt it.
You even think of Woo, and just how much he will boast about being right about you all along.
However, with that thought the moment of hesitation disappears, and you step into the boat.
Mingi follows suit after you, taking a seat at the stern before using an ore to push the two of you away from the shoreline. Wind blows against your face as the tiny boat slowly begins to gain momentum, water splashing up from the current before you and stinging your eyes, a journey full of unknowns awaiting you. However, this time you don’t mind.
No, because with Mingi, you feel safe. You feel protected and comfortable. At home, with someone to trust, as well as pick up all of the slack that you simply cannot carry.
Twisting yourself around in the boat to face him, you find that he is already smiling at you. That warm, familiar grin enough to fill your chest with warmth. A genuine glimpse of happiness, the first you’ve felt amidst the endless sorry that has coated the last few days.
“I missed you,” you say simply, because what other statement could possibly hold more truth?
“I know,” he replies, and you snort at this. He was never one for sentimentality.
“So how did you get out of the stable?” You ask, settling your chin in your palm, elbow resting against your knees. Scanning his figure, you’re surprised at how well dressed he is, in spotless kingdom armour with not even a splotch of grime to be found. “I don’t even see any wounds on you,” you say, only realizing how odd this fact is as the words leave your mouth, narrowing your eyes to inspect him closer.
Mingi laughs, eyes focusing out on the water in front of him. After a moment, his grin slowly morphs into a thin line. Still smiling, although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It’s a strange sort of expression, one you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen him wear before.
His gaze shifts back to yours, and when he speaks, his voice is plain.
“I didn’t.”
You blink.
“What?” You ask, assuming you must have heard him wrong.
“I didn’t make it out of the stable,” he answers easily, although perhaps it is this steadiness to his voice that causes an unsettling chill to pass through you. The boy’s eyes remain fixated on your own as he speaks, still entirely unblinking. “I died there, just as gruesomely as you expected me to.”
“Mingi,” You begin, doing your best to keep your voice steady and mind calm. Surely, he must be kidding. This is some sort of strange, bizarre sort of joke. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you even think about coming back for me?” He asks, and at this his eyebrows furrow slightly, a new edge to his voice. “Did you even think I was worthy of saving,Princess?”
A pang of both hurt and guilt rattles in your chest, caught off guard by the malevolence behind the words. “Of course I wanted to,” you start, looking at him incredulously. “But you told me to run.”
“And you didn’t even think twice about it, did you?” He continues, tone snide. It’s with this comment that he drops both of the ores into the water, and they quickly begin to take off down the river, moving much faster than your boat due to their light weight.
“Mingi, the ores-” you begin, almost following them over the edge in an attempt at reaching out for one of them. Mingi, however, seems as if he couldn’t care less.
“You won’t be needing them,” he states bluntly. “There’s no chance you’ll make it to Kuroku by yourself.”
Anger, mixed with both confusion and terror, twists within your gut. “What the hell are you even talking-”
“But I suppose you’re not really by yourself, are you?” He ponders aloud, the thin line of his lips shifting into something sinister. A twisted smirk, and when he smiles there’s blood between each of his teeth, so much so that it drips down onto his lips. “Running with thieves now, are we Princess?”
Shame twists within you, and you suddenly feel small. This tiny boat is like a box, like a trap. “I was just doing what I had to do.”
“How noble,” he laughs. A darkness suddenly falls over the two of you, and you look upwards to see that the sky has become shrouded in black clouds. An oncoming storm - and a nasty one at that - beginning to brew.
Mingi suddenly leans in, a little too close for your liking. “You’re going to rot in hell,” he whispers, voice almost gentle. “For choosing them over me.”
“I didn’t-” you begin, but you’re cut off by your own cough. More surprising, however, is that with this cough comes water. Spluttering from your lips, it drenches the front of your tunic. Attempting to suck in a breath, you find that for some reason, you can’t.
You can’t breathe, as with every time you inhale, it feels as if you aren’t taking in air at all. But water.
Looking back up from your drenched tunic, your panicked eyes do not meet Mingi’s at all, but rather Woo’s. Sitting before you in that same kingdom guard attire, teeth just as bloody.
“Enjoy the swim, Princess,” he laughs, and with no more than a gentle push against your chest, he pushes you overboard.
No matter how desperately you fight upwards, your body sinks as if it were stone.
You wake with a start. Sweat beading across your forehead, each individual breath is ragged as you attempt to steady yourself. Your breathing, however, refuses to cooperate. Throat feeling tight and choked, it’s as if the drowning had actually been real.
Shaky hands coming up to cover your eyes, you shuffle yourself upwards, so that you’re seated with your knees drawn into your chest.
It all felt so real. The drowning, the terror, the guilt.
Mingi.
“In. Out. In. Out. In. Out,” you repeat in your mind, just trying to get your breathing regulated. Yet, it appears to be of no use, as it’s as if your lungs are no longer connected to your brain. Acting completely on their own accord, and that is to say not at all.
Panic rising hot in your throat, you feel the sudden urge to vomit. Nausea swims and twists within your gut, each breath more shallow than the next. With your palms clammy and mind fuzzy with hysteria, you struggle to rise to your feet before you even register where exactly you’re going.
You need to get out of this tent. The stuffiness decidedly underbearable, you’re in desperate need of some fresh air.
Pulling back the flap, you’re immediately greeted by the eyes of all three men turning to stare at you. Seonghwa opens his mouth, most likely to utter a “good morning” or something along those lines, but stops as he catches sight of your wide and startled eyes, as well as frantic and heaving chest.
“Are you alright?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed together in genuine worry, mouth parted in a downturned fashion. San and Woo both seem equally as curious, sharing a momentary side-glance between one another as they watch you carefully.
You need to get a hold of yourself. Fast, before curiosity twists into suspicion.
Feeling only slightly as if you are suffocating, you are careful to avoid all of their eyes as you make your way over to Seonghwa, clearing your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just not a morning person.”
The man is obviously not satisfied by the answer, your present state surely appearing more nervous and terrified compared to tired. Seonghwa narrows his eyes, although after a moment, he appears to decide against saying anything.
“Are you hungry?” San asks from his place over by the fire. Turning your attention over to the swordsman, you watch as he fries eggs on a pan over the flame. An awfully domestic look, adorning a stained apron rather than the series of knives and fur coat he usually wears, your lips quirk upwards unintentionally at the bizarreness of the display.
The ringing in your ears finally settles to a dull buzz, you let out a shaky breath, the moment’s panic finally subsiding.
“I could eat,” you answer - impressed by the steadiness of your own voice - and he smiles. Handing you a small plank of wood as a substitute for a plate, he drops a singular egg down before you. Having not eaten for roughly a day and a half now, your stomach protests at the measly excuse for breakfast, especially considering it’s grown used to the grand feasts from back at the palace.
“We’re only a few hours out from a town,” San says, sensing your disappointment. “So don’t worry, we’ll stop there for the night. I think a bed and a hot meal might do you some good.”
You wonder just how disheveled you must look to earn such a statement, but frankly, you can’t disagree.
“We also have a couple errands to run,” he continues, dropping an egg onto his own place before sitting down on the log next to you. “If you don’t mind tagging along.”
“No problem,” you reply, even though you’re not so sure if it really is “no problem”. You know the town that’s coming up ahead - Stockholm - and considering you’ve visited quite a few times throughout the years, it’s a very real possibility that someone may recognize you.
But you also have to play into your role, and saying no to such a simple request would be undeniably suspicious. You’ll just have to be careful, wear Mingi’s cloak up high and keep your head down, and everything should be fine.
Hopefully.
“What sort of errands?” You ask, ensuring that your tone remains nonchalant.
“Well, Seonghwa and Woo will go look for a cheap tavern for us to stay the night, somewhere with a stable,” San answers, before practically devouring his own egg in one bite, covering his mouth as he chews before speaking again. “Then you and I will go to the market to get some supplies, mostly medical stuff, because it’s been made apparent we’re severely lacking. We’ll also pick up some clothes that aren’t so damn bloody. Oh, and get you an actual pair of shoes.”
You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the statement, one you didn’t even realize you’d been holding onto. Looking down at your feet, coated in dirt and dry blood, heels certainly calloused and blistered, you never thought that the possibility of simply having shoes could be something so incredible to look forward to.
San seems to take note of this relief, lip curving upward slightly into a sort of half-smile. “So eat quick,” he says, nodding towards your already half-eaten egg. “We’ll take off in five.”
Stockholm is an endearing town.
One of the very few places outside of your own castle and kingdom that you’ve ever been permitted to visit, the little village has always held a very special place in your heart.
Typically, you’d visit at the very beginning of autumn, when the entire town would transform into a collage of red, orange and yellow hues. The scents of hazelnut and cinnamon filling the air, the streets would be decorated to the nines in hopes of impressing their guests: the royal family - your family - who always stopped by annually for the occasion.
But now, with autumn still a fair distance from approaching and summer well within its prime, this cinnamon smell is now replaced by that of greenery. The air is hot and filled with a lush and flowery scent, and the area surrounding the streets and market are unlike you have ever seen them.
There is a certain simplicity to Stockholm that you never witnessed on your royal visits, a level of mundaneness that surprises you. Family’s make their way up and down the narrow streets, running their daily errands rather than attending the many autumn festivals. Fetching eggs rather than apple cider and pumpkin doughnuts, wearing trousers and tunics compared to their finest attire.
It’s a glimpse of a world foreign to you, that under regular circumstances you would never have been able to see.
It is not Stockholm primped and fashioned for your gaze, it is simply the way that it always is. You think you like it better this way.
However, this is not the only reason that your trip to the market of Stockholm is not what you’d expected it to be. What you’d anticipated was to be constantly in fear of the lingering glances you would receive, the looming possibility of someone recognizing you. Of being ratted out to the black-clad men that might be looming somewhere within the town’s cracks and shadows.
Instead, it appears that the people of the market are almost avoiding your gaze.
Although you’ve kept the hood of Mingi’s cloak drawn up high, gaze downcast as you and San make your way through the market’s many stands, there are still the occasional accidental glimpses of eye contact. Terror rushing through you each time your gaze locks with a stranger, your chest siezes as you imagine what would happen if their face suddenly lit up with recognition.
However, this doesn’t seem to be an issue, as whenever a stranger’s eyes meet yours, they immediately look away. Not casually, gaze naturally drifting after obviously recognizing you as a stranger and nothing more, but rather a sharp glance away from your direction, as if they didn’t want to be caught staring.
It’s not until you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a shop’s window that you understand this strange phenomenon.
Stopping in your tracks, you approach the window almost cautiously, not sure if what you’re seeing is even real. Your reflection appears utterly foreign to your own eyes, and you withhold a gasp.
The burn marks cover multiple areas on your face, small but noticeable scars that span from the top of your forehead down to your chin. Rather inflamed, your skin raises at the sight of each of the wounds, burning a twisted dark red and purplish hue.
“What…” You trail off, attempting to recall what could have caused such ghastly marks, but the answer comes to your mind almost immediately.
The scorpion’s saliva. The odorous and putrid liquid that had dripped from the beast’s mouth when it hung over top of you. You faintly remember a burning sensation, although frankly, that seemed to be the least of your worries at the time.
But now, it seems that this is the damage that has made itself the most permanent, even the wounds on your arm surely have more of a chance at fully healing compared to this.
Hand drifting up to graze over the wounds, you find that they don’t hurt so badly, which you can only hope is a positive sign, although you’re not so sure.
You feel the presence of a figure settle behind you, and you hear as San awkwardly clears his throat.
“I meant to tell you earlier,” he says, voice quiet. You can faintly see his reflection through the window as well, and his expression is somber. “I just wasn’t sure how.”
You don’t say anything, because frankly, you also don’t know how to respond. Blinking at your reflection, you struggle to wrap your head around just how differentyou look. How unfamiliar the person staring back at you is.
The last few days you’ve already felt like enough of a stranger in your own skin. Through all the fear and bloodshed, the loss of everything you hold dear, you no longer felt like yourself, like the Princess of Libaiya. Reduced to a weak and terrified mess, in a far more helpless position than you have ever wished to be.
But now to see yourself, and not even physically appear to be the girl you once knew. A stranger, both in your mind and body… It’s too much, and your mind can’t seem to divulge a response. A sort of blank numbness to the sight takes over, compared to the anger or horror that seems the more appropriate response.
The lack of emotion and unfamiliarity only warranted in the presence of someone you don’t recognize, that you’ve never met. And really, isn’t that what the person staring back at you is?
“I’m sure they’ll heal,” San says, doing his best to reassure you, although you can hear the falseness in his attempt at sincerity. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to be here anymore, staring at this complete and utter stranger.
“Let’s just go,” you say, tearing yourself away from the window and back down the market’s path without another spare glance. You can feel as San lingers in place for a moment, but he eventually sighs, following after you.
This is a part of San you are growing fond of, can appreciate. You’re certain that Woo would simply never drop a topic that interests him, and Seonghwa - for all his kindness - would make a series of attempts to try and make you feel better.
But San does neither of these things. He drops the subject, exactly like you want him to. He doesn’t push, he doesn’t pry, he simply lets it be.
It makes you wonder what of his own feelings he is hiding, as it is often only those who have their own topics of interest they don’t want to talk about that drop such matters so easily.
“Are we going to meet back up with them?” You ask, referring to Seonghwa and Woo, who you’d left at the gate of town a few hours ago. They’d gone to search for a cheap tavern to spend the night, and surely by now they’ve found one.
“Soon,” San answers, before glancing around the market, as if looking for something. “We just have one more stop to make first.”
“Oh?” You ask, perking up in interest. You’d already stopped at endless market stands, seeming to buy a few of everything under the sun. Medical supplies, preservable food and clothing - as well as a hearty lunch for the day - the satchels you wear on your back are practically stuffed to the brim with your items of purchase.
He even bought you a pair of shoes, the boots fitting comfortable and snug against the arches of your heels, which you note have grown rather substantially in size due to your newly formed calluses. Honestly, you couldn’t care less, the simple relief of having footwear joyous enough to quell the surprise.
“And where might that be?” You ask, as San seems to settle on whatever he was searching for, beginning to head west of the market square and onto a new town road.
“A blacksmith,” he answers, as the two of you take a turn down onto a narrow alleyway. A shortcut it seems, and you’re surprised at how well the swordsman seems to know his way around this town. Libaiya would appear the far more convenient stop, being a little closer to their cabin and the ride less dangerous, but it appears that Stockholm is a place he visits often enough to know by memory.
After not responding to his statement, simply assuming that the visit will be to sharpen his sword or purchase some more arrows, he adds on: “To craft you a sword.”
Eyebrows launching upwards, you turn to face him fully at this, mouth drifting open in surprise. “Really?”
San simply shrugs, holding a level of nonchalance as he takes a left down the alleyway.
And although a burst of excitement erupts from your chest, it is quickly quelled by another, stronger feeling of uncertainty.
“Are you…” You start hesitantly, not wanting to ruin an opportunity for yourself, but also not exactly wanting to start another argument within the group. “Are you sure that Woo would be alright with that?”
San doesn’t say anything for a moment, but when he does, his tone is more firm than you would expect. “Woo says and does whatever he wants whenever he wants, he can deal with it.”
Taken aback by the aggression to the swordsman’s tone, you wonder if it may have something to do with the kiss by the fire last night. Or better, the awkward tension as a result afterwards.
Ultimately, you decide to drop it, the thick silence following the statement clearly being San’s way of having put a cork on the matter entirely.
Fortunately, the silence does not last long, as San approaches the door of the building located at the very end of the alley. A rundown little shop, with no windows and faded brick walls, a glimpse of anticipation courses through you at the thought of going inside.
Not only from the mysterious nature to the building, but also the mere thought of having a weapon of your own. A sword that you can call yours, that cannot be taken away from you so easily. A piece of your own protection, against the seemingly endless dangers that have and have yet to fall onto your path.
A glimpse of control, against what has been constant chaos.
Following San into the blacksmith’s shop, your first impression is that it is dark, the only light sources being a series of dimly lit lanterns strone about. Different types of swords and bows coat the entirety of the walls, and even a hefty mace hangs down from the ceiling.
It’s unlike any place you’ve ever been, mostly because your father thought it was rather inappropriate for a Princess to shop in her people’s stores, especially a place where weapons - and thus adjacently bad ideas - were formed.
And to his credit, perhaps there was a bit of truth to that, as when you approach the wall of longswords, these inappropriate ideas of combat certainly do enter your mind.
Bringing your hand up to take one of them off the shelf, a particularly hefty blade with a white hilt, San puts a hand out to stop you.
“Not one of these ones,” he explains when you cast him a confused glance, a slight curve to his lip in amusement. Whether at the extent of your excitement or the childish intrigue that accompanies it, you aren’t sure. “We’ll get Bin to craft you a new one.”
Before you can object, as within the entire wall of swords you’re certain at least one of them would be a good fit, San walks away from you and further into the shop.
“Bin!” He shouts, before actually walking behind the front counter, attempting again as he peeks his head into the backroom. “Bin, you there?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be right out!” A voice calls back faintly, before a series of clanging that you assume is “Bin”dropping something in the back. However, before you have the chance to go help him, the door swings open wildly before you.
When Bin steps out, he’s covered in charcoal, the black dust all over his arms and clothing, as well as in a thick smudge across his forehead. Sweat beading down his temple, his arms - which you note are rather muscular - are glistening with this same sweat, the sleeves of his shirt drawn up as high as possible, reaching just over his biceps.
The reason for his sweltering attire is made quite clear, as you can feel the heat from the smithy’s forge wafting in even from behind the door, the faint glow of the fire visible from behind him.
The man laughs when he sees San, before pulling the swordsman into an embrace. San seems equally as thrilled to see him, hand patting against Bin’s back, smile across his lips. It’s an uncharacteristically wide smile, far different than the familiar tilt to his lips you’ve grown used to.
After a moment, they pull away, and San turns to you before motioning towards the man. “Yeji, this is Changbin, he’s an old friend of ours.”
At this, Changbin extends a hand out towards you, and it takes you a moment before you even register it as an attempt at a handshake.
An entirely foreign gesture, it’s one you’ve only seen and never actually received. Only ever having shared a bow and curtsy in greeting previously, the informality takes you aback.
For the second time today, you feel absolutely nothing like who you are, the Princess of Libaiya.
“Nice to meet you,” Changbin says kindly when you finally take his hand, offering him a smile of your own. His eyes are sweet, genuine, and for the first time in a while you feel safe in this place, the shop much less daunting than the many eyes filling the town square.
“So what brings you guys in today?” Changbin asks, gaze fluttering over to San. “It’s not quite autumn yet, I didn’t expect you for another month or so.”
“We’ve taken a little detour from our regular schedule,” San chuckles, before putting a hand on your shoulder. It’s a bit strange, as well as something he’s certainly never done before, painting an illusion of familiarity the two of you don’t truly contain. Although, funny enough, you don’t really mind the idea of a friendship with the swordsman, companionship something you’ve always held dear but limited to a select few.
And with those few gone, even if it’s not quite grounded, the thought of gaining a friend through all of this doesn’t seem so terrible.
Even if such a friendship will come crashing down once you reach your destination.
“We’re taking this one to Kuroku,” San continues, giving your shoulder a soft shake in emphasis.
“Long journey,” Changbin comments, and the swordsman nods in agreement.
“Sure is. That’s why we need you to craft her a sword, something solid that a beginner can learn to wield easily.”
You half expect the blacksmith to deny the request, to say something along the lines of how a woman should not wield a blade. That it’s inappropriate, unfeminine, and just plain dishonourable. Something you’ve heard your father, as well as plenty of other men in his court and royal guard say countless times before.
But Changbin simply smiles. “Well then you’ve come to the right place, what sort of style of blade are you thinking?”
It takes a moment spent in silence for you to realize that he’s not addressing San, but you.
Perhaps reading the situation as awkwardness and not uncertainty on your part, San clears his throat. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. If you need me, I’ll be over by the arrows.”
“Wait-” you start, but San simply spares you a glance over his shoulder, good eye glistening with an emotion you don’t quite recognize. Not mischief exactly, but a little more timid. Pride perhaps, but that seems equally as strange.
“It’s not my sword he’s crafting,” he says plainly, before turning around fully and making his way towards the opposite end of the room.
Turning around to face Changbin once more, you find that he’s still watching you intently, awaiting your answer. Feeling utterly out of your element, you lamely point to the wall of swords you were looking at upon walking inside.
“Maybe one of those?” You offer, and instead of teasing you on your lack of specificality, the blacksmith hums in understanding.
“Your classic longsword, good choice,” he says thoughtfully, before looking you up and down, mostly likely to get an idea of what length it should be. “Any other requests design wise? Like the colour and style of the hilt?”
Your initial response is to say no, assume his own expertise would be able to come up with something far better than your lack thereof, but you hesitate for a moment.
The weight in your pocket suddenly makes itself prominent, and an idea pops into your mind. Risky, certainly, the thievery of the necklace being something you had planned to keep a secret from the three men.
But the fact of the matter remains that this journey will be both a long and dangerous one, and attempting to keep such an expensive, as well as large piece of jewelry in your pocket for the entirety of the time seems just plain foolish.
Pulling the necklace from your pocket, you hold it out to him in the flesh of your palm. “Could you embed this sapphire in the bottom of the hilt?”
Eyebrows raising slightly, Changbin reaches forward to hold the jewel in his hand, examining it closely. “That shouldn’t be too difficult,” the blacksmith mutters under his breath, before glancing back up towards you. “And what of the diamonds?”
You answer before you even really consider the words. “Keep them.”
Eyebrows now launching entirely upwards, he sputters in practical disbelief. “My dear,” he starts, granting you a look of complete and utter incredulity. “That is far too much for simply crafting a sword.”
He’s right, but carrying around a string of diamonds seems like a plea for them to either be stolen or lost. Besides, it is not your only request. “Don’t worry about it,” you start, before nodding a head towards San, who intently spins an arrow in his hands as he examines it. “You just have to promise me that you won’t mention this to him.”
Changbin’s expression furrows at this, glancing between San and the expensive necklace that sits in his palm, as if weighing his options.
After a moment, however, a small smile crosses the corner of his lips.
The blacksmith extends a hand out towards you, and this time you accept it with far less hesitancy. “You, my dear, have got yourself a deal.”
Wooyoung is tired.
He’s tired of San. He’s tired of Seonghwa. He’s tired of them being so damn clueless, helping some girl they met in the woods when it’s so painfully obvious there’s something terribly offabout you.
He doesn’t trust you, and he feels that distrust as a strange tickling that itches beneath his skin, telling him that you are nothing but a bad omen for their party. What this feeling is or where it comes from he can’t quite place, but that doesn’t change the fact that there’s a constant turn in his gut that tells him that this entire trip to Kuroku is bad news.
But his companions won’t listen to him, as at some point within the last two days, they both decided that the word of complete stranger is more valuable than his own.
Idiots, both of them.
Yet, begrudgingly, they’re also both sort of his idiots, so by default he’s the one who has to deal with the consequences of their own stupid actions.
Seonghwa in particular is making this the most difficult, as for some unknown reason, he’s decided to pine extra hard for your delivery to Kuroku.
Well, it’s not exactly a mystery, as Wooyoung thinks it’s quite obvious that Seonghwa is thinking with his heart - as well as likely his dick - rather than any form of logic.
And yet, Wooyoung is the one who’s out of line here, who isn’t being reasonable.
Frankly, it’s laughable.
“This place seems good,” Seonghwa says, motioning to the tavern standing in front of them. It’s a quaint, run-down little place, and thus a bit cheaper than the other taverns they’d visited around town. The owner was also extra kind, an older lady who’d agreed to give them a bit of a discount when they mentioned they were harbouring a Libaiyan refugee.
So, at the very least, it turns out you weren’t lying about that. Talk about the besiegement of Libaiya has been all over town, news seeming to have traveled faster than majority of the mysterious army of black-clad men that took hold of the castle, as well as murdered The King. Many Libaiyans, at least those lucky enough to have escaped the kingdom before it’s been placed under lockdown, have found themselves in Stockholm. A first stop on a journey north to safer lands, similar to the journey in which Woo has now found himself.
And yet, while your story now seems to be something far less out of the ordinary, he still can’t bring himself to let his guard down. That strange, tingling feeling that something is off about this whole ordeal still itching beneath his skin, turning within his gut.
He doesn’t trust you, and he doubts he ever will.
Wooyoung nods in agreement to Seonghwa’s statement about the tavern, and thus the blonde continues. “Should we meet back up with Yeji and San then? They’re probably still in the market square.”
He hates how Seonghwa says your name, so kind and gentle. The blonde may as well have his face turn a light pink hugh, hearts replacing where his pupils once were. Maybe start kicking his feet in the air and tracing your names together on parchment.
Wooyoung wonders if the man is aware of how disgustingly obvious he is.
Rolling his eyes, instead of answering he simply turns on his heel, back onto the street and heading towards the market square. Seonghwa trails behind him, and although he doesn’t say anything in response, he doesn’t refrain from letting out a deep, frustrated sigh at Woo’s suspense.
“Yeah,”Wooyoung thinks to himself, tired. “That’s how I feel too.”
After a few minutes walking in silence, Seonghwa suddenly puts a hand on Woo’s shoulder, close to the nape of his neck. The elemental is careful to ignore the way his heart stutters slightly at the sentiment, the way his breath catches in his throat for a moment.
Nowthat is something he won’t let his conscience touch with a ten foot pole, and he’s doing well to keep it that way.
“Hey, let’s take a look,” Seonghwa says, nodding towards the billboard of postings just outside the town’s main watering hole. It’s a place they check every time they come to Stockholm, where the villagers can make different requests for tasks they’re willing to pay for.
In the trio’s own interest, it’s sometimes used for hunting monsters, the villager’s thought of completing such dangerous bloodshed themselves far too terrifying. It’s been a few times now that they’ve killed a nasty beast, a basilisk having nestled itself in the town’s sewer system once, or the time a mimic decided to wreak havoc in the tavern’s at night.
It’s become a good way to make some extra cash, and Wooyoung’s glad that Seonghwa is able to at least keep his head clear enough to not ignore that as well.
Taking a moment to scan the billboard, it’s almost immediate how one posting in particular grabs his attention. Partially due to the fact it’s almost double the size as the rest, but mostly because beneath the large letters reading “WANTED” there is not the drawing of a monster, but of a person.
WANTED: PRINCESS OF LIBAIYA
LAST SEEN RIDING ON HORSEBACK TOWARDS STOCKHOLM
DEAD OR ALIVE
REWARD: 250,000 GOLD PIECES
Seonghwa whistles lowly, the posting clearly having caught his own attention as well. “250,000 gold pieces, that’s a fortune.”
“We could retire on that alone,” Wooyoung adds, leaning in a little closer to examine the portrait. After a moment, he rips it off the billboard, to which Seonghwa gasps in protest at the act of vandalism.
The corner of Wooyoung’s lip twitches upward, he’s so easy to rile up.
“Hey, what are you doing? Put that back!” Seonghwa rushes quietly as Wooyoung pays no mind to him, continuing his way back towards the town square.
“Relax,” Wooyoung says easily, casting a lazy glance over his shoulder at the blonde. “I just think San may want to see it, that’s all.”
And although he won’t admit it outloud, another part of him wishes that San may agree to abandon the trip to Kuroku entirely. It’s not too unfair of a statement, as if they get the money they need in a different way, then why even bother with this extraneous, risky journey anyways?
After all, she was last seen heading in the same direction they’re headed. Who knows who they might stumble into along the way, so long as he keeps an eye out.
Then things can go back to the way they were. Comfortable and predictable, just the way he likes them to be.
Maybe all Wooyoung needs to do is find the Princess of Libaiya himself.
The sketch doesn’t look like you.
That’s the first thing that enters your mind when Woo hands the piece of parchment over to San, who takes it in his hands before scanning it intently.
Casting a discreet glance over his shoulder, your heart seizes in fear at the first glance of the headline: “WANTED: PRINCESS OF LIBAIYA.”
The bodily urge to take off down the nearest street and away from the band of thieves as quickly as possible is your immediate instinct. However, after a glance down at the sketch of you below the statement, the fear dissipates as quickly as it originally arrived.
Because the sketch doesn’t look like you. It simply doesn’t, none of your features identical to your own. Eyes and nose the completely wrong size and hair not to the proper length nor texture, you aren’t even sporting the peasant’s clothes you escaped in.
None of the men seem to observe any sort of resemblance either, as San’s eyes flicker over the pamphlet lazily, no flash of any sort of connection.
“Hm, would you look at that,” San mutters, the corner of his lip pulling upward in a smirk. “Looks like someone is willing to pay a pretty penny for little Miss Princess.”
“A pretty penny doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Woo grins, taking the parchment from San’s hands and holding it up before him. “It’s a fucking fortune.”
You know they don’t recognize that the picture is of you - and you’re certain they won’t, as you wouldn’t either - but the conversation makes you nervous nonetheless. After all, listening to your guides talk about just how much money they’d make turning you into whatever bounty hunters may be after you isn’t exactly your favourite topic.
“You see this?” Woo says, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s talking to you. Granting him a brief nod in response, he continues, tone only slightly condescending. “She’s your friend right - or sorry - yourboss?”
This seems to peak Seonghwa’s interest. “Right, you know her, don’t you Yeji?”
You hate this. You hate this. You hate this.
“Yeah, I do,” you respond, doing your best to keep your voice steady, feigning a level of disinterest.
“And?” San asks, casting you a curious glance. “What’s Miss Silverspoon like?”
Now, you aren’t a fool. You can tell that the answer to the question must be a calculated one, and it unfortunately doesn’t come easily, as you’re unsure exactly how to play this one out.
Naturally, your first instinct is to defend yourself. The men’s tones all clearly hold a level of distaste and passive aggression, and you don’t exactly wish to sully your reputation, especially considering your reputation is all you really have to hold onto.
But your instincts have always been far more emotional than logical, and logic is all you can afford.
“She’s a brat,” you answer with a shrug, and Woo actually lets out a laugh at this, a bark of surprise.
“Really?” He asks, as if almost impressed by your bluntness.
Swallowing down the bile that arises in your throat at the thought of anything you do impressing Woo, you push forward. It’s decidedly better for you not to defend her - or, well, you- so that they don’t associate these two identities together. If they think you hate the Libaiyan Princess, they are far less likely to think that she could possibly be you.
“Yeah, she is,” you continue, even adding a roll of the eyes. “She’s spoiled. Bossy, a tad arrogant.”
It almost hurts to say, considering you loved your staff, and only ever treated them with grace and kindness. But alas, desperate times.
“Not that surprising,” Woo adds, raising his hands above his head in a stretch, before letting out a yawn that he speaks his next words through. “She’s filthy rich, after all. Why care about the rest of us little folk?”
You swallow down the annoyed response that arises hot in the back of your throat. Of course you care about your people, and you certainly don’t refer to them as “little folk”.
And frankly, the blatant assumption that you ever would cause a sharp pulse of anger to course through you, fist clenching tightly at your side.
Yet, even with the moment’s fury, you won’t act on it. What your people need is for you to get to Kuroku, and you will do everything in your power to make that happen.
Whether Woo is aware of it or not, let this be your act of service to prove just how much you care for them, even if it means dragging your own name and reputation through the dirt.
“No kidding,” you say, going as far as to add a laugh of your own, even though the words taste like bile along your tongue. “It’s been a long summer, I just want to get home.”
And although you’re attempting to make a connection with him, the comment does not earn the response you were expecting.
“What, back to your mansion?” Woo interjects, tone sharp. You blink, surprised by the sudden aggression, as well as unsure of where exactly he got that idea.
But the realization comes quickly. Your family - or better, fakefamily - is also wealthy enough to pay them big. Big enough to make the journey, which means such wealth would also accompany other riches like a mansion, servant staff, fine furniture and decor, and most likely all the other luxuries he seems to resent you and the royal family for.
And while it wasn’t something you were exactly holding on to, your one chance of getting Woo to lay off of you, even if only for a moment, evaporates before your eyes.
So be it. It’s not as if you have any desire to bond with the elemental anyways.
“And why would you be pissy about that?” You ask, happy enough to let out some of your harbouring frustration towards him from the “little folk” comment. “It’s inyour best interest, or have you forgotten why you’re here?”
Woo doesn’t say much in response to this, but you don’t miss the way he not-so-subtly rolls his eyes.
“I’m sure we’re almost at the tavern,” San says, his tone exhausted, mouth drawing into a thin line. “Let’s try to keep the bickering to a minimum.”
“Please,” Seonghwa adds, casting a pointed glance in Woo’s direction. If Woo notices, he doesn’t say anything, but rather picks up his pace to walk ahead of your group.
He’s clearly pissed, and something tells you it has to do with a little more than your minor argument, although what exactly you can’t quite place.
Turning suddenly, the elemental opens the door to a quaint little building to your right, surely the tavern he and Seonghwa had discovered earlier. However, as you move to follow in after him, you are not greeted by the cozy atmosphere of a tavern, but rather the wooden door swinging back into your nose.
Did he just…?
Tears welling in your eyes from the suddenness of the blow, you take a step back, rubbing your nose bridge. Blinking rapidly as San pushes past you and into the tavern with a newfound sense of urgency, mostly likely to rip into Woo for the upteenth time.
“Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks, eyes filling with genuine concern as you pull away your hand from your nose, fingers now coated in the blood dripping from your nostril.
You simply nod in response, because really, you are okay. You’re not even angry, no longer containing the energy to chase after the elemental, give him a slap even harder than yesterday’s.
No, you aren’t angry, you’re tired.
Tired of bleeding and the constant bickering, of not being able to see yourself when you look in the mirror. Tired of constantly being on guard and afraid that someone may find out your true identity, whether it be the people of the town or your own travel party.
You’re just tired of it all.
And when you reopen the tavern door and find San angrily whispering in Woo’s direction, who appears as indifferent and disinterested as always, only one thought springs to mind:
Kuroku cannot come fast enough.
The sword is beautiful.
Twisting the weapon around in your hand, it’s cool against your skin as you gently run your fingers down the steel of the blade. The hilt covered in a white shagreen, the metal work surrounding the leather is impressive, gilded flowers and thorns spanning across the sword’s guard.
Then, at the very bottom of the hilt, your sapphire glistens, the rich blue almost glowing against the rest of the blade’s white and silver design. It’s almost art rather than a sword, as well as a piece of your old home and family nestled within the new path of life you’ve found yourself embarking on.
Changbin truly outdid himself.
If San noticed the sapphire when the two of you picked the sword back up from the blacksmith in the evening, he didn’t say anything. However, you’re certain it’s only a matter of time before one of them does, the jewel much more noticeable than you had originally expected it to be.
You aren’t sure if they’ll even recognize it, the piece of jewelry holding far more significance to yourself than any of them.
Perhaps it’s not even them noticing it that you’re worried about, but rather what the jewel represents. You’d called them thieves and criminals, yet you’re the one lying to them. You’re the one who stole the necklace back, who paid off one of their friends to keep it a secret.
Who are you to judge them?
Who are you? Because frankly, it’s becoming more and more difficult to recognize yourself, both in your reflection as well as your actions.
Tears begin to glisten in your eyes, and you suppose now is a good time to finally let them fall. After all, you’re alone. The three men are downstairs in the tavern, most likely drinking and having a good time with the rest of the people in Stockholm. Drinking and exchanging stories with people they recognize, as well as others they don’t.
You know, like normal people do. Like people who were permitted to have friends that weren’t restricted to their castle staff or people their father considered to have good political influence. Who have stories because they can actually follow what they dream of, and love people without having to keep it a secret, so less it becomes a scandal to be told all across Burovia.
You sigh, laying back on your rented bed, eyes staring at the roof above you. The self-pity makes you feel gross, even if not spoken aloud. You’re lucky to have lived in luxury, and it feels wrong to suggest anything otherwise.
And yet, a part of you can’t help but yearn. Yearn for a life where all those things could be true. Where you wouldn’t be where you are now.
Where you wouldn’t have lost so damn much.
The first tear slips from your eye when there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open,” you shout, sniffling slightly as you quickly swipe it away.
The door opens just a crack, a head of blonde hair peeking inside. “Are you busy?” Seonghwa asks, a small smile tracing his lips. Despite yourself, you can’t help but smile too.
Blinking away any remnant of remaining tears, you nod. “No, no. Come in,” you say, waving him inside.
“I figured you might want some company,” he says, softly shutting the door behind him. Raising up a bottle of whisky in his hand, he also shrugs, sounding almost shy. “I also have this. Thought it would be a little sad to drink it alone.”
You chuckle at this, and frankly, you would really appreciate a drink at the moment. Pouring a hearty serving into each of the complimentary glasses stationed on the room’s dresser, Seonghwa hands one over to you.
“Not one for the tavern scene?” You ask, before motioning for him to sit down beside you on the bed, feeling a tad awkward to keep him standing. He hesitates only for a moment, before sitting beside you, although careful to keep a respectful distance apart.
It’s a little endearing, you must admit.
“Sometimes, if I’m really in the mood for it,” he replies, gaze fluttering over to you. “But it’s always been more San and Woo’s thing than mine.”
You hum at this, taking a sip of the whisky, which burns hot on your tongue. You’ve only ever really been permitted wine before, or champagne on celebratory occasions. Your father often considered whisky to be a commoner’s drink, unless it had been aged for upmost of three decades, then he’d consider it to be a man’s drink.
“What about you?” Seonghwa asks. “Not your scene either?”
You aren’t really sure how to respond, never having been in a tavern yourself. But after a moment, you decide the truth doesn’t seem too forbidden. At least part of it, anyway.
“I’ve never been in one,” you answer, to which Seonghwa’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My father doesn’t really approve. I guess it’s not a very proper or feminine place to him.”
His raised eyebrows quickly furrow at this, mouth drawing into a frown in offence. “Well that’s ridiculous. There’s plenty of women down there, why should that matter?”
You simply shrug in response, and he sighs, gaze falling back in front of him. “But I guess I don’t know much about the properness of it. My family was never wealthy, and those sort of societal cues weren’t really an issue back in Maralya.”
You’re surprised at him bringing up his hometown, considering that last night the mere mention of it was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
But perhaps it’s liquid courage running through his veins, and although your budding curiosity is rather tempting, you don’t want to take advantage of a loose tongue.
“We don’t have to talk about that if it makes you uncomfort-” you start, but he cuts you off, tone reassuring.
“No, no. I want to,” he says, once again turning to face you. His eyes are not full of tears this time, but compassion. “I wanted to yesterday, but it was just… a lot. I’ve had the day to sit with it now, and I feel like I should explain why it makes me so…you know.”
Troubled, your mind fills in for him. Vulnerable.
The statement is understandable, so instead of stopping him, you simply let the blonde speak.
“There was a sickness that passed through about six years ago,” he says, tone reminiscent. “Some sort of fever, and people were dying all around us. Our neighbours, our baker and letter carrier.”
You can see the tears welling in his eyes again, although that small, pained smile remains present against his lips. “Eventually my half-brother caught it, and things weren’t looking very good, so my mother sent me away. Didn’t want me to catch it too, so she just begged me to leave before I could.”
“I’m so sorry,” you say, and he just laughs softly, looking down at his feet at the end of the bed.
“It’s alright. Or well, I think it is,” he says, hand fiddling with the tail end of his jacket mindlessly. “I’m not sure if I’ve really made peace with it, I’ve just kind of had to. I don’t know if any of them are alive, but I don’t think I’m ready to go back and check. Not ready to know the answer, I guess.”
Not really sure of what to say, his words all kinds of vulnerable you aren’t prepared to grant yourself. Fortunately, you find you don’t have to give an answer at all, as he continues. Shifting himself slightly to now fully face you, the sentiment feels far more close this way, more intimate and connected.
“I’m only telling you this because I know a lot of what we do can seem wrong, especially if you didn’t grow up on the streets,” he says softly, and there’s no judgement to his words, only sincerity. “Thievery and monster hunting? It was hard for me to wrap my head around at first too.”
“How did you end up with them, anyway?” You ask, leaving out the fact that he seems so utterly different from the other two. Woo full of more outright anger and power, San a more calculated and reserved sort of dangerous. Yet Seonghwa just seems so… good.
Better than them, but also far better than you.
The question brings a smile to his lips. “They jumped me.”
“What?” You ask, alarmed. Yet, despite the absurdness of his words, Seonghwa only laughs at your shocked expression.
“It had been a month or two since I was forced to leave home,” he explains, getting a little more relaxed and comfortable as he gestures with his hands, the topic clearly less painful for him. “I’d found myself in the town of Gloria, which we’ll actually pass within the next week or so.”
“I was lost, scared, and carrying all my items in a bag on my back, just trying to find a stable I could spend the night in for free. Then suddenly, the next thing I knew I was being held up against an alleyway, where one man in a hood punched me across the face, and the other sifted through my bag.”
You involuntarily bring a hand up to cover your mouth, jaw dropped in shock. The story sounds horrific, practically traumatizing on your end, but Seonghwa delivers it in such a lighthearted manner you aren’t sure if you’re hearing him correctly.
“Once they discovered how utterly nothing of value I had, they took off their hoods. And the one who’d been punching me asked how a boy who looked so princely could be worth jack-shit.”
“Woo, I’m assuming?” You ask, and Seonghwa laughs even louder than before as he nods in confirmation.
“Anyway, I was too distraught to respond. So I was just endlessly sobbing, and I guess they both felt kind of bad, so they took me to their own place. Which was really just a tent in the woods outside of the town.”
“They gave me some of what little food they had, and eventually I calmed down enough to tell them who I was and what happened to me,” he says, pausing only for a moment to look up and meet your eyes. “And even though the
⇢ Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: Smut, a smidge of angst ⇢ Warnings: Sexual content, mutual masturbation, unprotected mirror sex, cumshot ⇢ Word Count: 1,936 ⇢ Synopsis: Your roommate’s best friend invites himself in and surprises you when you’re wrapped in a towel… only a towel. ⇢ A/N: why can’t i write smut outside a bathroom….
» j.wooyoung x fem!reader » fluff, slight angst, smut, 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding/impregnation kink, fingering, marking, body worship, praise, begging, dirty (absolutely filthy) talk, petnames used (angel, baby, darling), wet dreams, pseudo-handjob?, slight humiliation kink if you squint, grinding/dry humping, masturbation, edging, p*ssy slapping (he does it exactly three times), multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, messy sex, oh they’re painfully in love and painfully unaware of it » part of the 12 days of christmas collabwith@uhmingi and @choijjongho!! » wc 11.0k (._.) » summary - in a week of babysitting two children together just before christmas, you think love might have slipped its way in, among other things.
“have you thought at all about what you might want to do for christmas?” you ask, stepping over the threshold of the door to greet your friend inside. said man reaches up to scratch the back of his neck upon hearing your question — a telltale sign that he completely forgot about the matter — and the sheepish grin wooyoung flashes right after only confirms those suspicions. “woo! this is the fourth time i’ve reminded you!”
“i know, i know!” he protests, dodging your poorly aimed swipe at his shoulder. a huff passes through your lips, and all you can do is shake your head back at him before stepping fully into his neatly decorated home. “in my defense, i’ve been busy with babysitting these days. hongjoong and seonghwa aren’t supposed to be back for another four days, and the youngest is a fucking menace.”
as though on cue, a shrill screech echoes through the entryway. the sound of loud thumping footsteps quickly follows, then a thud and oof of air escaping the small child. it only takes three seconds for the crying to start. maybe you will have a little mercy on your best friend after all. that scream-cry hybrid is far from charming and you can feel an impending headache just from standing in the hall.
“haseul! i told you not to run in the house without shoes on! socks are slippery!” wooyoung turns to rush for the crying child, mirroring your sympathetic and strained grin with a sigh of his own.
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you didn’t know whether it was the alcohol that got you in this situation between these two friends of yours, or whether it was the straight fact of wanting to reveal your attraction towards them
“y/n, what are you saying?” asked the tall male poking his tongue into the side of his cheek.
you felt flushed all over, but this- you knew was from both being drunk and the long felt feelings in your heart. turning your head, you look at wooyoung sheepishly and shrug your shoulders. not really sure why you are gesturing towards him instead of yunho (the one who asked you the question.)
“i don’t know, i’m just curious” your words slur together just in the slightest bit, and it makes you laugh internally- your tongue is slacking yet you feel in control. feel as if you could take on anything right at this second, the alcohol boosting your confidence in a way that’s maybe not the best.
“i mean- like i think you guys are hot” you interrupt yourself with a small hiccup, making the small bedroom accompany quiet giggles from all three of you. “and, i want to know w-what.. what you think about me”
sliding your legs out from underneath your body on the floor, you stick them straight out and stretch- all while staring yunho in the eyes. his big frame taking all the space where the door would initially close, his broad shoulders held stout and strong, and his crossed arms ending with the most beautiful and powerful hands you’ve ever seen. your oversized t-shirt rides up as you bounce your knees on the carpet floor, revealing the pair of boxers you took from wooyoung. the electric blue ones that were his favorite. and your cloudy and dazed mind doesn’t catch how yunho raises his eyebrows and adverts his sight to wooyoung’s for a split second.
“hmm” is all he hums out, until the loud mouth sitting beside you with his back leaned against one of the wooden legs of the bed strikes up a quick whistle.
“wow, y/n.. we had no idea you felt that way” his tone obviously laced with sarcasm- yet your intoxicated self still doesn’t quite catch it. so you reply with a whine and throw your hands to your sides in a little fit. “well now… n-now you do! now you have to tell me something in e-exchange!”
your tiny and tipsy outburst makes the two boys scoff with a smirk, both of them communicating to each other without needing words.
“we obviously think the same thing about you” wooyoung snickers out, dropping his eyes to your bare legs and then to his boxers on your bottom. making something inside him want to jump out and pull them right off you because you didn’t even ask.
“you’re really that dumb?” yunho questions while still wearing that handsome and devious smirk. his words make butterflies erupt inside you, both in your stomach and to the growing heat of your core.
“can you not tell by the way we behave around you, that we find you attractive?” yunho’s voice raises just barely in question as he pushes off the door frame and strides slowly and teasingly towards you sulking on the floor. your blush spreads to your ears, and your hands sit between your thighs as you continue to bounce your knees up and off the carpet.
you look up at him in awe, mouth parting just barely to lick your lips. and it makes yunho’s cock twitch in his pants- while wooyoung watches the thing unfold with excitement. “do we really have to show you what we mean?” wooyoung giggles out, scooting himself off the leg of yunho’s bed to sit on his knees right by your bare thighs. his pajama pants covered knees touching your skin and making you look down to the contact. “how would you exactly show me?” you whisper, feeling both pairs of eyes burning into you
stepping between your legs right by your mid calves, yunho bends down at his waist and grabs ahold of your chin. bringing your sight back into his, tracing his thumb just barely over your jaw line. his touch burning your already hot face, and you feel yourself droop into his hand- making him fully hold your head up by your jaw.
“we’ll fuck you obviously” yunho growls out, relishing in your dazed expression- already looking as if he’d destroyed you. until you snap back for a second. his words ringing in your head, just swimming around, repeating and repeating.
did he really say that? does he mean it?
letting go of your face, yunho stands up straight again and puts a hand on his hip, taking a look at his friend- who grins like an idiot. “isn’t that right woo?” he adds. the unspoken agreement gives the signal for wooyoung to put his hand on your inner thigh.
“do you want that y/n? is this okay?” he whispers, inching his face towards the nape of your neck. and feeling his breath fan over your skin sends shocks of arousal through your bloodstream and out in a wetness in the blue boxers you wear. letting out a small gasp, your eyes close and you lean your head for a better access. “yes.. i want that”
yunho watches wooyoung begin sucking and kissing your neck with dark eyes. your face contorting into one of pleasure, with eyes fluttering shut and mouth agape, lips glossy from spit. he brings the hand on his hip down to press on his crotch.
“good girl”
the name makes you clench around nothing, feeling uncomfortable with all the pooling wetness from your pussy. wooyoung drags his tongue along the side of your neck all the way up to your jaw while sliding his hand up your inner thigh meeting your cunt. you can’t help but let out a moan. “fuck”
pouting you open your eyes feeling wooyoung laugh across your skin, beginning to press on your clit through the cold fabric- ultimately bringing a pleasurable sensation to your brewing climax. and looking up you meet yunho standing between your legs with a hand palming his cock through his pants. his low breathing, hot and erratic- your mind buzzes from the alcohol plus the raw desire and ends up with you speaking without filter
“are you jealous of wooyoung now? that he is the one on me instead of you?”
your snide comment makes a switch flick off inside yunho, and a small fire of jealousy begins to burn in his chest. as he watches wooyoung rub you through his boxers you wear, hearing your breathy moans while he presses kisses to your neck and begins to untie his pajama pants- yunho clicks his tongue in disapproval and groans. his cock hard in his sweats, his large hand not doing enough in obtaining pleasure. “wooyoung stop” he demands
making the latter obey and look into his eyes with question. but once wooyoung sees yunho reach forward and bend down towards him this time, grabbing ahold of his face- he understands. “don’t you think we should give her a little show before you start playing?” his breath hits wooyoung’s mouth and he wets his lips fervently, the practical growl of words making wooyoung and you both feel hot and needy.
“fuck yeah” wooyoung exhales out, immediately getting met with yunho’s lips after. you sit below them both moaning into each other’s mouths, feeling another wave of heat flush to your face that’s not the alcohol. you shift your hips under you, feeling the coldness of your arousal as you do so. and you bite your lip when yunho grabs wooyoung’s neck with his giant veiny hand, making you go wide eyed when he pulls him off his mouth and stands up straight. brushing his sweatpants bulge over wooyoung’s face like a dirty bitch.
the sight alone could make you cum if you put two fingertips on your clit, but when wooyoung lets out a joyous laugh, it makes you question how you’re going to survive any more of this erotica.
you’ve had many lewd thoughts in your mind about them lots before, but having it playing out right in front of you is overwhelmingly difficult. especially in terms of staying sane.
“you’re hard” wooyoung states obviously as yunho lets go of the base of his neck, and begins sliding down his own sweatpants and fully taking them off. “then take care of it” yunho growls out gruffly, his cock springing up to hit wooyoung’s chin as yunho drops his underwear. the contact makes wooyoung gasp, his mouth open in surprise and it’s such a sight to see. his plump, red lips, glossy from being licked and the glaze in his eyes that just portray he’s a lost cause.
you couldn’t help but make a small noise either, seeing this all happen so fast. bringing your legs up to your chest and shoving a hand down to touch yourself while the other grips your knee, yunho looks at you with a smirk. and as he slips his cock into wooyoung’s hollowing mouth, a satisfactory sigh leaves his mouth and you shiver. “mmmh, you like this y/n” yunho groans out, with wooyoung bobbing his head down his length.
his show has obviously been done before on someone, wooyoung was an expert at taking him all- rubbing his tongue along the underside. you could only think how good he gives san head, but when you start closing your eyes at the thought- continuing to rub your pussy, a choking sound pulls you from the deprivation. and your eyes open to see yunho holding wooyoung’s head against his pubic bone, deepthroating his cock, wooyoung squeezes his eyes shut and tries his best to swallow around yunho. but before he could succeed, yunho pulls him off completely. leaving wooyoung heaving for air with a string of salvia connecting his plump wet lips to the tip of the cock he just sucked.
your mind was hazy and you felt your stomach flutter from the scene, so tugging on your bottom lip harshly, you try and open your legs wider. ultimately giving the two boys better viewing access for they quickly turn their heads to watch you unravel before them.
“pathetic, right woo?” yunho quips, grabbing his dick with his hand and beginning to pump the shaft. kneeling beside him, wooyoung smirks and begins to crawl closer to you against the bed. “looks to me like she needs that good fuck” his voice just a tad raspy from his throat being just penetrated
nodding your head to make sure that’s exactly what you need, wooyoung laughs out loudly and you whine out and shake your head. “stop being so annoying you guys! just do something already. i didn’t know you guys were such pussies!!” throwing your head back your legs start to shake as your climax comes close to snapping, and once you think it’s about to burst- everything stops. your moans, the bliss. and wooyoung yanks your hand from your heat, boxers completely soaked and ruined- and pulls you to your knees.
yunho continues to pump himself as he watches wooyoung get you on all fours, your messy hair and quivering thighs causes a slight erratic reaction in the rhythm of his hips thrusting into his hand. you were breathtakingly sexy. and yunho knew this and it wasn’t just because of the alcohol
“we aren’t being pussies y/n, and if anything you are because you have one” wooyoung spits snidely, tugging your underwear down your ass and giving it a raw spank. the harsh contact jolts you forward and you arch your back with a moan. “who knew you’d be into that, you dirty girl” yunho grunts out, pulling his hand off his cock and catching how you look up and watch your eyes draw to it twitching.
“mm-mm im only dirty for you” whispering out before gulping down the intense need to cry just from the amount of sexual emotions you’re feeling, you spread your knees wider apart and lay your upper body flat on the carpet. wooyoung continues taking off his pants that are already untied and drooping, throwing them on the bed. and pressing his erection against your thigh. grinding himself on you, massaging your ass while doing so.
yunho kneels down in front of your contorted body, his cock proudly standing and aching to be touched again. “if you’re a dirty girl, why don’t you use that mouth to prove it?”
looking up with hooded eyes, your head pounds and you can hear your blood pumping loudly. yunho grins when you begin to lift yourself up with your hands, but once wooyoung lands another slap to your cheeks you fumble and catch yourself on yunho’s strong thigh from falling face first. his skin so warm and soft, yet if you trailed your hand further up, the cock raging in front of your face would be of contrast.
wooyoung continues to hump against your body, a little more fervent and it causes your body to bounce forward with his movements. yunho uses the advantage to position himself towards your mouth and with another timed spank from the guy rubbing on you, you throw yourself on his hard cock with a cry. your eyes water almost as heavily as your pussy, as you feel arousal seep down your folds. wooyoung notices this and cups your heat with his palm, the touch sending you in a rut and your moans muffle around yunho. the vibrations you send off cause him to jerk his hips into your mouth with an airy moan. all three of you feeling things build up inside and you all become even more drunk on lust
“fuck this- i have to be inside you y/n, can i, please?” wooyoung pleads out, pulling his underwear down just enough for his dick to free. moaning around yunho was your only option in approval and it apparently worked enough, because next you knew, you cower down- dropping your head initially slipping off of yunho with a loud whine. “wooyoung!” you cry
his hips gently yet powerfully pounding into you in all the right places, sliding in and out of you with ease all from your slick and his. pre-cum leaking out into your cunt with every couple of thrusts.
yunho groans out in frustration of not having pleasure and he himself… the tall well built man, let’s out the most needy whine- and it immediately gets your attention back on him despite the numbing pleasure in your lower half.
placing your hand on his outer thigh, you glide it over to his front to carefully fondle his balls- massaging them tenderly and latching your mouth on his tip. running your tongue over his slit, yunho’s eyes roll back and he sighs out, “oh y/n, baby”
hearing his breathy voice urge you on, you flick your tongue faster and begin to hollow your cheeks. the suction from your mouth becomes too much for yunho and taking a heavy breath he pulls you off with a ‘pop’. “fuck woo-“ he catches the attention of the man pounding into you. “please, please hurry”
his pleading makes you clench around wooyoung tightly, his needy whines so cute and hot you feel your body succumb into pleasure. your gummy walls spasming, wooyoung’s hips stutter and with an obnoxiously loud moan, he begins to pull out of you. but before he fully slips out- he cums hard. emptying his load right in your entrance, that it begins to spill out of your pussy. becoming empty of his dick, you let out an annoyed whine and bite your lip at the unfamiliar yet delectable feeling of cum dripping from your wet cunt. but still unsatisfied with the award of an orgasm.
“thank you baby girl, shit you’re so good” wooyoung chants out, pulling his underwear back up and over his softening member while yunho sits himself fully down on the carpeted floor, taking off his shirt and hissing slightly when he puts a thumb over his slit. looking at you in awe. “y/n, put your pretty pussy on me and go for a ride”
how were you to dismiss an order like that, his panting chest, heaving for air, with a glistening coat of sweat on his hairline, yunho was making you overheat. so crawling up to his side, you swing one leg over his body and sit just below his bobbing dick so it would show him how deep he was gonna reach in you.
lifting your big shirt over your head, yunho gasps and grabs your waist with need. “fuck, you’re so beautiful. woo do you see her?” he takes the latter’s attention and brings his eyes back to your perky breasts. “damn y/n, i can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from us for so long”
wooyoung scoffs out and begins to get himself up off the floor keeping his gaze on your bare chest and astonishing body curve- just as yunho’s grip tightens around your waist and pulls you up to sit yourself down on his cock. both of you moaning out in bliss, wooyoung licks his bottom lip as your boobs bounce with each drop of your hips. and he swallows loudly, trying to refrain himself from getting hard again, “i’m gonna go start a bath for her” wooyoung slurs, stepping back and slipping through the door.
his departure goes unnoticed by you and slightly yunho as well, for you two were distracted by each other. his thick long cock reaching deep within your warm velvety walls, fitting around him like a glove. you fuck yourself down on him, angling perfectly to hit your sensitive bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars. gripping his strong shoulders you cry out and hang your head back, putting your neck on display for him as an invitation. which he gladly takes charge, bringing his lips to your neck, biting and suckling the supple and soft flesh. ultimately bringing beautiful red blooms of hickies to the surface, his moans against you cause a falter in your rhythm and you begin shaking uncontrollably. so yunho, with mighty precision, latches off your neck and begins to thrust upwards into you, deep and fast. making you finally come apart over him with a loud sob. “yes! yes- mmmh”
feeling your walls clamp around him and convulse with your high, bringing a wave of warmth from your release- yunho let’s out a loud moan a couple octaves lower than yours. burying himself completely inside you, and comes hard.
spilling every last drop of his sticky hit load into your wet caverns, the feeling makes you so full you drop your body against his chest and let out a contemporary sigh. “t-thanks yuyu” you whine softly. pressing a small kiss to his smooth chest.
“for what?”
his low voice spreading a new wave of sensations through your body- that weren’t of desire but pure love. you nuzzle close to him, smiling at the feeling of him softening inside you.
“helping me and not turning away with that stupid confession of mine” just as you mumble out, wooyoung re enters the sex and sweat smelling room with a gleaming grin.
“let us take care of you y/n, it’s gonna be hard from here on out” putting a hand on your back gently caressing you, he continues with a whisper. “because i think it’s safe to say you’re ours now”
and so you make your way to the bathroom with the help of both boys assisting you and your wobbly legs. cum running down your body and a heart full of bliss.
Summary: “Doing all that to you was a mistake. How many times do I need to apologize to you to make you understand that I’m sorry for what I did. I’ve been groveling at your feet, hoping that you’ll forgive me and you hold it over my head constantly. If you hate me so much why are we even doing this,” he gestures between the two of you, “what’s the point?”
A/N: Okay yes I included two smut scenes, so what??? Also I’m actually very proud of how this turned out and I really enjoyed writing it. Shout out to @parkurhope for beta reading this and helping me out when I got stuck. Another shout out to everyone on the tag list, it makes my heart so happy that you all wanted a second part so thank you for expressing interest. Also if you’ve stumbled upon this and haven’t read the first part, you can find that here.
