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i wrote it

i wanna write a sansang abo ff🤡🤡

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

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

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader  

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

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

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

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

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

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

I guess this is how it ends…

I’m tired…

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

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

____ was too tired to reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hikaru nodded before running to the medic’s office.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s her condition?” Jongho asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Hikaru nodded and bowed before leaving.

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

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

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san: lol everyone thinks we're dating

yeosang, holding a 'happy anniversary' cake: we're not?

san: what?

yeosang, on the verge of tears: we're not?

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

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

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

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

the silent sea (p.sh)

pairing: siren!seonghwa x marine biologist!reader

preview: strange things have started happening around your boat. you've been out at sea alone for a few weeks, studying whales. but recently, things on your boat have started disappearing and animals have started dying. you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched by someone. or something.

tags/warnings: fem reader, monster cock seonghwa, scales everywhere (i mean everywhere), biting (he has sharp teeth and they do pierce your skin), belly bulge kink, degrading, sadomasochism, he eats a chunk of your leg (it's not fatal), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, impregnation

trigger warnings: blood, cannibalism(?), a whole lot of dead animals, it's pretty much not consented cause um siren song

wc: 2.1k

song recs for this fic: bye bye bye by wei, tank by nmixx

a/n: when i posted my yeosang siren fic forever ago, someone asked for a less violent version with seonghwa. so here it is. still slightly violent but you don't die this time <3 (please note that i made up some things about sirens to make the story better. there's a lot of variation in the story of sirens so please don't take my word for anything.)

you wake up to the waves crashing on the side of your boat just as you had for the past two weeks. when you got your marine biology degree, you didn’t realize how lonely you’d get at sea. you go to grab your binoculars and look out into the open sea, only to find that they’re missing. you search for a few minutes before deciding to just use your backup pair.

you hold the binoculars to your eyes and peer out into the never ending water. you see a few fish and the large shadow of one of the whales you’ve been following. it’s a beautiful female blue whale. tracking her size and interactions with other blue whales has been your task for the past few weeks. 

you walk to the other side of the boat to see if you can spot your male blue whale. when you look through your binoculars, you see something floating in the water. you squint, trying to make out what it is. you’re horrified to find that the water around it is red and it’s clearly a dead animal. 

you put on your full diving suit and get into the water, worried about what had happened. you tether yourself to your boat before swimming over. you come to find that it’s a dolphin. you roll it over to find strange bite marks. they’re much too small to fit any of its natural predators. the bites look more like the bite size of a human. you run your finger over one of them, finding that a couple of the teeth sink deeper than others, indicating sharper and longer teeth.

you leave the dolphin where it is, knowing that there’s other wildlife that will use it for nutrition. you climb back into your boat and detach from the rope you’d used to not float too far. you grab your journal to note down your findings. 

the rest of your day is pretty typical. you spot your male blue whale later on in the day, monitoring his interactions with your female. nothing else seemed out of place but the incident with the dolphin never left your mind. what had killed it?

the next morning, you wake up, prepared for more research. when you walk to the side of the boat, you scream. 4 more dolphins have been killed overnight. the closest one smacks against your boat with every crash of waves. you use the net from your boat to catch it and bring it on board so you can examine it.

you find that this dolphin has the same bite marks as the one from yesterday. you assume the other 3 are in the same condition. horrified, you try to figure out what could be doing this. it can’t be a shark, their bites are much bigger than this one. it can’t be any of the fish because their bites are too small.

bewildered, you put the dead dolphin back in the water, leaving it for food as you had done with the previous one. you look out into the vast waters, wishing you could spot something else out of the ordinary that might explain all of this. 

while you’re standing on the right side of the boat, you get a sudden chill that feels like you have eyes on you. you feel like you’re being watched with malintent. you turn around abruptly, only to find that there’s nothing there. you walk over to that side and lean over to see if there’s something hiding. nothing. unnerved, you go to note down the sudden death of these dolphins.

tonight, you decide not to sleep. you need to find out what is causing these animal deaths. what sort of monster is killing full grown adult dolphins with a bite so small? you keep a small flashlight on you and wander around the open space of your boat. you keep the light off so you don’t scare whatever is lurking in the sea. you’ll only turn it on if you hear something. 

for a few dark hours, you hear nothing but the usual sounds of the ocean. crashing waves, whale songs and the wind. but then, you hear the flap of what sounds like a fin. you think for a moment that it might just be a fish, but the contact it makes with the water sounds too big to be a fish but too small to be a whale. 

you rush to click on your flashlight and manage to catch a glimpse of an unusual tail-looking fin. it’s bright orange and highly bioluminescent. it doesn’t look like it belongs to any of the known animals of this ecosystem; at least not to the ones you know of. it appears a couple more times before disappearing. you can see it glowing under the water for a few meters before disappearing into the night completely. 

the next morning, you hope and pray that no more animals have died since you went to bed. you stayed up as late as you could but you did need to sleep. unfortunately, your worst nightmare has appeared. one of your whales is dead. one of your huge blue whales has fallen victim to this unknown creature. this feels like it’s getting revenge on you for spotting it.

you scream and collapse to the floor, staring at your whale floating on the surface of the water. the water surrounding it is dark red. you can see that he’s missing chunks of blubber from his back and sides. “leave my animals alone!” you yell out into the vast sea, wishing that whatever was doing this would hear you. 

you feel that same feeling of being watched again. the thing is listening to you. you can just feel it. “stop killing the animals, they never did anything to you! if you want my attention, just show yourself!” you yell again. 

you hear the water splash before hearing and feeling something crash onto the floor of the boat. fear shoots up your spine, every part of you urging you not to turn around. are you really about to face the thing that’s been tormenting you and the ocean?  yeah, you are.

you turn around and you’re faced with a beautiful man standing across the deck from you. his arms are crossed and his dark eyes pierce yours. you know that he was the one causing the feeling of being watched but there’s no way he could kill a whale. matter of fact, there’s no way he could be all the way out here without a ship.

“you’re really fucking annoying. all that screaming these past couple mornings has been piercing my ear drums,” he finally speaks. he tilts his head and smacks the side of it, forcing water out of his ears. 

“are you what’s been eating the dolphins? and my whale?” you ask, getting up off the ground. you gesture to your very dead whale behind you. the man nods, shrugging. “i’m not really a fan of the taste of whale but i knew it would set you off, so i killed it,” he picks at his teeth as if he has food stuck in there. “your scream made it worth it.”

“what kind of sadistic fuck are you?” you stare at him, completely horrified at what he just said to you. he laughs at you. finding joy in your displeasure. “what, sea creatures can’t have a little fun anymore?” he walks closer to you, waving his hands in the air as if he’s offended. 

“you don’t look like a sea creature,” you make a confused face at him. he doesn’t have gills or fins or anything that would really scream ‘sea creature.’ he rolls his eyes, rolling up his sleeves. he reveals bright orange scales that go all the way up his arms. they seem to match the color of the strange tail you saw last night. he grins with terrifyingly sharp teething, seemingly sensing that you’re putting the pieces together. 

“what… what are you?” you say, subconsciously taking a step back to go back to a safer distance. “well, let’s list my features and see if you can figure it out with that stupid brain of yours,” he bares his teeth at you. “scales, mermaid-like tail and sharp teeth. take a guess little miss marine biologist.” 

that’s impossible. what he’s describing is fictional. merely folklore. “siren,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. he clasps his hands together in excitement. “ding ding ding! look at your feeble brain go,” his smile has sinister undertones and a new rush of fear surges through you. 

“now, i’m here for one thing and one thing only,” he plops down onto the ground, crossing his legs. “see, sirens can only reproduce with a human, not other sirens. and you, being out here all alone, are the perfect candidate,” your face contorts into minor disgust. “no,” you retort.

“i think you’re misunderstanding. i’m not asking,” he says before he shakes his head at you. he opens his mouth and a beautiful song fills your ears. it is haunting and echo-y in your head. you feel yourself being drawn to him instantly. you’re unable to move at your own free will.

your legs carry you to him on their own accord. despite his mouth closing, the song continues to possess you. you halt in front of him, your body completely limp. you’re only being held up by the powers of his siren song. 

he removes your clothes with an inhuman ferocity. your body is laid down on the ground, completely stripped. he hovers above you having removed his own clothes as well. you come to find that the orange scales cover his whole body. you strain your eyes to look further down his body and find your eyes meeting what was hiding under his pants. it’s basically the size of your forearm. you can already tell it’s gonna hurt. 

he spreads your legs and gets between them, lining his length up with your hole. you want to fight and close your legs, but you’re completely immobilized. he shoves his whole member into you at full force. it hurts so much you see stars. the stretch is enough to make tears sting your eyes. 

“shhh, good whores can take cock with no warm up,” he caresses your face with a gentleness you had yet to see from him. “you’re gonna be my good cum dump and do what i make you.” he lets you adjust for a few moments before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. screams beg to leave your throat but you’re unable to release them.

he pounds into you with animalistic speed. his only focus is on breeding you. that’s the only reason he’s been tormenting you. he’s using your body for continuing his own bloodline. 

out of nowhere he pulls out of you, his high clearly creeping up on him. something in his demeanor changes as he leans down to one of your legs. without warning, he bites a chunk out of your thigh, chewing and swallowing it in front of you. 

“need more stamina to fill you up like the good whore you are,” he says as he wipes your blood off his lips. he shoves back into you before leaning down and digging his teeth into your shoulder.  he doesn’t rip any skin off but he leaves a few deep bites.

his hips stutter and his sharp nails dig into your hips. he pumps you full of his seed. it’s so much that it streams out of you as he continues to thrust into you. “gotta make sure you’re gonna get pregnant. otherwise i’ll have to follow you home for more than claiming my child,” he whispers in your ear. 

he pulls out of you, cum spilling out from inside you and pooling under you. he puts his clothes back on and sighs, staring at you. “your pregnancy will be fast with a siren baby. maybe, 3 weeks? don’t go back to shore until after you give birth or i’ll gut you like i gutted that whale.” with that, he jumps back into the sea. 

you lay there in shock of what just happened. you finally regain control of your limbs and you stand up. you grab tissues to clean yourself up. you put your clothes back on and sit on your bed, wondering how the hell you just lived through that. 

before you know it, 3 weeks has passed and you give birth to a beautiful baby boy. he takes after his father with his orange scales. as promised, the siren returns to claim the child. “perfect,” he says, taking the child from you and heading for the water.

“wait!” you yell. he turns around, looking at you puzzled. “what’s your name? that’s the least you could tell me after i just had your kid.” he smiles at you and jumps into the water. you rush to the side of the boat and he pokes his head above the water.

“seonghwa.”

© lomlhwa 2023

The angel and the devil

sansang ff

synopsis:

Angel hybrids are mostly known for their unreal beauty along with the fact that they are fragile, gullible and most important of all, innocent. Often only used for their bodies. Meanwhile, dragon hybrids are often known to be heartless and cruel. They have high sex drive and can be very cunning, making others think they are the only ones that can warm up the cold dragon heart. What happens when a cunning and evil dragon meets a gullible and always-confused angel being protected by several other stronger hybrids.

dragon alpha san x angel omega yeosang

i wanna write a sansang abo ff🤡🤡

gentle

masterlist

pairing: owner!seonghwa x bunny!reader x fox!wooyoung

w.c.: 2.6k

tags: smut, fluff, hybrid au

desperate and whiny, your heat pheromones triggered wooyoung's feral instincts, forcing seonghwa to step in and teach him how to treat you properly.

A/N: I've had this idea in my notes for quite a while now, and I've wanted to write for this pair for just as long, so I'm really happy I finally got it done :"" happy reading!

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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warnings: dom!seonghwa, switch!wooyoung, sub!reader, heat cycles (f), unprotected sex (👎🏼), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (f&m), breeding kink, use of restraints (leash and collar), nipple play, hwa is referred to as daddy a few times, brat taming (kinda, wooyoung is too eager for his own good), cum eating/swallowing, cum everywhere, so much cum, wooyoung used to be a stray so he struggles with controlling his animalistic instincts, nicknames (baby, bunny, darling; youngie; hwa, daddy), aftercare

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A silent home was an unusual occurrence. In most cases, Seonghwa came back to a brightly-lit apartment, it’s two other occupants racking up the electricity bill in his absence. This time, however, it was pitch black, the living room illuminated by the single lamp shining through his open bedroom door. He looked around as he walked through the room, taking in the mayhem that had broken out between the four walls: a broken vase by the coffee table, water pooling over the carpet where a bundle of roses laid lifelessly; the couch cushions thrown haphazardly around the room, only a few left in their place, Tom chasing Jerry on the TV across from it. Walking further into the house, he noted the untouched food bowls by the kitchen’s entryway and finally allowed worry to flood his system. Seonghwa was used to his two hybrids’ rapid footsteps as they barrelled their bodies towards him the second he walked through the door, climbing his body and nuzzling into his clothes. He was used to empty bowls and whiny pleads for dinner. And despite their playfulness, he was used to coming home to a fairly clean apartment, perhaps being met with wide, glassy eyes in case they had broken something while he was at work.

A soft whimper slipped through his open bedroom door and Seonghwa’s legs moved on their own, panickily rushing through the doorway and halfway into the room before stopping. His eyes widened and his leather work bag slipped through limp fingers as he scanned the scene unfolding before him – the fox hybrid covering you with his body and consequently folding yours in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he bucked his hips into your used cunt. Seonghwa’s eyes trailed down to study where you connected, the vulgar squelch of his cum being relentlessly fucked into you, streaming out of your hole and soaking your bunny tail, the ball of fur vibrating weakly at the overstimulation.

Seonghwa had taken Wooyoung in after spotting him dragging an injured leg along the side of a busy road, nursing him back to full health and realising he had gotten too attached to the cheeky fox to let him go. You had been shy and dismissive of the curious hybrid when he first entered your home, perhaps even a little jealous when Seonghwa spent a little too much time caring for him rather than doting on you. It took the fox a few days to open up to you, and only a little over a week for you to realise that Seonghwa was right: It was hard not to love Wooyoung. It surprised Seonghwa at first when you suddenly became accepting of the other hybrid’s presence, welcoming the insistent kisses he pressed to your twitching nose and cuddling up to him on the carpet where the afternoon rays warmed the luxury wool.

After a few months of the stray fox’s move-in, Seonghwa’s surprise faded into fondness whenever he found you and Wooyoung all over each other. But this? This was unusual – Wooyoung’s tail stiff and pointed horizontally, a deep growl muffled through his gritted teeth as he ploughed his cock into you, emptying load after load into your sopping heat. You met Seonghwa’s eyes, your face turned sideways on the tear-soaked pillow, the bottom half of your face wet with a mixture of Wooyoung’s drool and your own.

Your lips widened and closed, stuttering out a few broken moans before managing to form barely-coherent words. “I, Hwa- hnngh! I-I can’t-”

The tone of your voice – desperate and pleading – broke Seonghwa out of the trance he was in, quickly crossing over to the bed and wrapped his arms around Wooyoung to pull him away from you, earning himself a brute growl from the hybrid. Seonghwa watched as pearly ribbons painted your lower belly and mound, Wooyoung’s cock twitching as he came again, immediately standing back up and Seonghwa had to tighten his grip around him to keep him off you. Wooyoung’s gaze fixed on your fluttering hole, his tongue rolling out and drool dripping onto his lap while his eyes followed the trail of cum streaming out of your cunt and pooling over the sheets where you laid.

For a few seconds, Seonghwa did the same, but he quickly tuned out the throbbing in his work pants to tend to you. He was quick to take notice of the familiar flush coating your cheeks, your eyes glazed over and unfocused and your round tail twitching every few seconds – signs he was all too familiar with. You were in heat.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed, moving Wooyoung away from you and sitting down on the edge of the bed by your waist. He cradled your face with one palm and used the other to push your hair off your face. “Your pheromones must be affecting Youngie… Are you okay?”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you blinked a few times before nodding, your whole body tingling under Seonghwa’s touch. “I feel so full, Hwa…”

Seonghwa’s eyes moved down your body until they reached your core: your index and middle fingers spreading you open to show him Wooyoung’s cum overflowing from your fluttering hole as it clenched desperately around nothing. He managed one breathy curse before Wooyoung’s head lowered onto you to lap up his own release, a sudden cry leaving your lips as you grabbed at your owner’s sleeve. Seonghwa tore away from your grip to move the hybrid off you again, grabbing him by the back of his neck and angling his head to face him.

“Wooyoung-ah,” Seonghwa warned, steadying him with a cautionary look.

The stray turned docile at his owner’s tone, his ears falling flat against his head and his tail drooping. “B-but… ‘want bunny to have my kits. ‘Gotta make sure she’s full of Youngie’s cum…”

Swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, Seonghwa ignored the fully-formed tent in his pants – twitching and throbbing when his eyes flitted down to your dripping core – and relaxed his hold on Wooyoung’s neck. “You have to be gentle with her, Youngie. You can’t be that rough or she might get hurt,” he smoothed his palm over the fox’s head, lightly scratching behind his ear.

Seonghwa was too distracted admiring the soft blush tinting Wooyoung’s cheeks to notice your hand moving up his leg, inhaling sharply when you cupped his clothed bulge. They both looked down at you – nuzzling your cheek into Seonghwa’s thigh while your hand worked over the hard outline of his cock.

“Can daddy show Youngie how I should be treated?”

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Wooyoung leaned forward just enough for the leash to tug on the collar around his neck and restrict his airflow, pulling back and panting heavily before leaning forward again, lips parted and drool pooling on the sheets between his legs. He fluttered his eyes shut and welcomed the steady rhythm of skin-on-skin echoing between the four walls, knowing Seonghwa’s cock was drilling his cum into your tight cunt. He opened his eyes again to take in the sheen of sweat covering both your bodies, Seonghwa’s hips relentlessly slamming into yours. It was as though your pheromones were affecting him too despite him being human; you could tell he was barely holding on, trying to maintain a sliver of control over the situation to keep you grounded.

Having spent years with Seonghwa, nothing satiated your need to be bred like he did, grinding his cock into you in a way that sent hot waves of pleasure soaring through your body and fogging up your brain. All you could think about was Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa – his fingers gripping the soft skin of your thighs, pushing one down onto the mattress and holding the other around his waist; his mouth periodically pressing against yours, swallowing up the soft melody you sang for him before peppering kisses all over your flushed face. Your whole body shuddered under his when he drove you into another orgasm, praise rolling off his tongue, his voice sweeter than honey while he guided you through your nth high.

“Fuck, good girl,” Seonghwa praised, brushing his palm over the side of your head and dipping down to peck the tip of your twitching nose. “More, baby?”

You nodded desperately, using the leg around his waist to push him closer and further into you.

"So desperate to be bred," he chuckled. "Wanna be fucked full of my cum, hm?"

“Please, please-”

He silenced your whines with a harsh thrust, the corners of his lips tugging upwards when your features relaxed, ecstasy flooding through your body. He looked to the side, taking notice of Wooyoung’s dick – the tip an angry red, leaking an obscene amount of precum – and how his eyes fixed on where the two of you connected, transfixed by his owner’s cock pumping his own cum into your stretched hole, pushing some out to dampen the soiled sheets under you.

Seonghwa let go of your hip to unclip the leash from Wooyoung’s collar, instead grabbing the leather and tugging the stray down to your chest. He didn’t waste a second before latching his mouth onto your perked-up nipple and sucking harshly. Trailing his lips over the slope of your breast, Wooyoung whispered against the slick skin and smiled slyly at the shiver that shook your body, “Gonna be so pretty when they’re swollen with milk.”

His hands remained behind his back – following the firm instructions Seonghwa had given him while securing his leash to the bedhead – digging them into his lower back as he resisted the urge to touch you. Instead, he licked his way back to your nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting down a little too hard, the sharp pain pulling a broken cry from your lips. Long fingers tangled in the hair at the crown of his head and tugged harshly, making Wooyoung face upwards to meet Seonghwa’s burning irises.

“What did I say earlier? Are you gonna be a good boy and listen to me?” Seonghwa growled, his other hand smoothing a thumb over your breast while he stared down the fox hybrid.

Wooyoung stuttered, mewling under Seonghwa’s stern hold, “I’ll be your good boy, I promise! Please, please, I’ll be so good-”

Seonghwa pumped his length between your pulsing walls to push out a dribble of the cum the fox had pumped you full of, scooping it up with two fingers and carrying it to Wooyoung’s open mouth. The hand still holding him up tugged at his hair to sit him up before stuffing his fingers down his throat. Seonghwa began grinding his cock into your heat at the sight – Wooyoung’s eyes glassy with unshed tears, his throat constricting around the long fingers fucking his own cum into his mouth. The older man knew he enjoyed being used like this, taking notice of how his cock twitched violently between his legs at the rough handling.

Seonghwa’s eyes moved back to you – whimpering under him and rolling your hips, seeking out more friction – but he continued making Wooyoung gag on his fingers. Once, twice, and the stray was painting your chest and belly with hot ropes of cum, moaning pathetically as he came untouched, the rough prodding of his owner’s fingers against his uvula enough to drive him over the edge.

But then you were cumming, clamping down on Seonghwa’s cock and deriving a breathy curse from his plush lips before he began pounding into you. Slipping his fingers out of Wooyoung’s hot mouth, he dug them into your hips and chased his own release. Your orgasm prolonged with Seonghwa’s relentless thrusting, you arched your back and gripped on Wooyoung’s thigh as the man on top of you drove his cockhead into your swollen gland, airy moans rolling off your tongue with the mind-numbing pleasure Seonghwa so generously gave you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, “so perfect, the both of you, shit-”

Seonghwa was so close, a hair away from giving you what you desperately wanted. “Please, ‘want daddy’s cum,” you pleaded, the overstimulation violently shaking your legs. “wanna have hwa’s babies, please, fill me up- hnngh!”

He thought he’d cum from that, but then Wooyoung was bending at the waist, licking a stripe over your heaving belly to lap at his own release, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it down. Seonghwa came with a throaty groan, speeding up his movements before slowing them down to grind his hips into your pulsing cunt, milking himself of every last drop and fucking it into you until it mixed with Wooyoung’s seed.

The next twenty minutes were a blur, Seonghwa guiding Wooyoung into the shower before coming back with a damp cloth, delicately running it over your body to clean you up. You asked him not to wash out the sticky mess inside you, and upon seeing your wide eyes and the trembling of your bottom lip, he couldn’t help but do as you asked. He placed feathery kisses over the clean skin, fighting the shivers shaking your figure. Whining when he got up to leave, Seonghwa raked his fingers through your hair to calm you down, waiting with you until a head of damp hair peeked through the doorway, the stray fox instantly jumping onto the bed to cuddle into your side. Secured within Wooyoung’s arms, Seonghwa detached himself from you to hop into the shower.

Wooyoung’s lips grazed over your neck, pressing into your pulse point while his fingers caressed and squeezed at your waist and hips. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he muttered shyly, pulling at your heart strings.

Your fingers carded through his dark locks, scratching behind his ear until pleased hums vibrated against your neck. “You didn’t hurt me, Youngie, it felt good, but... could you be more gentle next time?”

Wooyoung peeled himself away from you and nodded quickly, pressing frantic, open-mouth kisses all over your face while you giggled. You spotted your owner leaning against the doorframe, a towel wrapped around his hips and fondness painted across his features as he watched his two hybrids love on each other. You reached out in his direction and made grabby hands, a grin splitting your face in half when he moved towards you with a breathy chuckle.

Tucked in between the two men, you allowed their warmth to seep into your skin, the delicate kisses planted over your shoulders, neck, and face making your body shake with giddy giggles. You knew your heat would pick up again soon, and the desperate need to be bred would take over you once again, but for now, you allowed the comfort they gave you to lull you to sleep, their steady breathing guiding you into a pleasant dream.

Seonghwa rubbed soothing circles over your hip, gluing himself to your back and moving the blanket to cover you and Wooyoung’s shoulders. He noticed the other’s man’s gaze snap back up, previously fixed between your legs to follow the trail of cum seeping out of your used hole. As though he was a teenager who’d been caught watching porn, he tried playing it off by pretending to be asleep, but his exhaustion took over him and his breathing slowly evened out. Seonghwa simply watched him, endeared by the hybrid’s high libido, always ready to pounce on you if you gave him the chance. Wooyoung nuzzled into your neck, his arm thrown over your waist and his fingertips brushing over the other man’s skin. Seonghwa’s own drowsiness pulled his eyelids shut, the world around him fading away and Wooyoung’s meek mumbling echoing in his head as he drifted away:

“I wonder how it feels to be so full of daddy’s cum... I bet it feels nice.”

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thinking about VERY horny dom!san just taking you so rough and hard, doing everything he wants and can, making you turn to putty and going dumb over his big cock. he gives you praises but also degrades you love talking dirty, wanna choke and breed you and claim you as his while also having voyeurism kink(mirror sex maybe👀) fucks you everywhere in the house both your cums everywhere the scent of each other making both of you getting higher, the dimly lit light in the living room showing off both the silhouette of your dirty filthy actions to the next block(‘cause it’s a full glass and y’all didn’t close the curtains-both exhibitionist) little did both of you know you had quite the audience on the opposite block, hongjoong seonghwa yunho yeosang mingi wooyoung jongho, 7 males in their own apartment jerking off the the live porn they had in front of their eyes, taking in all the filth. considering how much you and san fucked and cum they swear they could see the wetness dripping out and how it drips to the floor making them impossibly harder. san making sure he fucks you so hard the whole estate can hear how well he’s treating you and only he can fuck you this good

at some point san notices the 7 audience you both has and uses it both to heighten your pleasure, hands firm on your chin to make sure you look at the audience you have infront of you, san feeling you clench as more juices leaked out covering his cock dripping down both your thighs and onto the floor san moving to choke you his other hand pressing on your lower belly to feel his member inside of you but also making you squirm at his actions all while smirking and whispering dirty dirty filth into your ear “oh look baby, seems like we’ve gotten ourselves some audience huh” “you like that baby? i know you do” “such a slut aren’t you” “look at you clenching and getting wetter mmh” “you’re taking me so well baby” “let’s give them a show, show them how well i fuck you yeah?” “they love it” “look at them wishing it was them in your tight wet hole” “cum for US baby”

i see fucking in front of a mirror or a window, and i raise you, imagine san fucking you on the balcony, the only spot in the house you haven't fucked yet today. there's no barrier of glass to shield your indecent acts from the rest of the world, no walls to muffle your indecent sounds of pleasure. he gets to play with you how he wants, out in the open so anyone can see, and you love every minute of it. imagine he knows about the audience of the other seven, watching you from the windows across the street. he'd make a whole show of undressing you in front of them, making them wish that they could be the ones touching you like this. he'd take his time, going purposefully slow, being purposefully loud, encouraging you to say his name so loud the sound echoes off the outside walls. and when he finally slides into you from behind, grabbing your hips and slowly pressing inside of you, the deep groan he lets out is so loud heat rises to your cheeks, certain that everyone in the neighborhood could hear him. somehow, the audience and the open air makes you more sensitive to the way his cock stretches you out, acutely aware that everyone can see you taking his cock like a good little slut. your torso is draped precariously over the edge of the railing, the blood rushing to your head if you let your head drop too far, and you love every moment of it. adrenaline surges through your veins, pleasure surges from your centre, and pure excitement has you moaning unabashedly and pushing back onto san's cock.

"oh you like this, don't you pretty girl?" san hums in that taunting tone he takes on when he's dominant, hand splayed over your ass to spread you open wider. you nod emphatically, eyes scanning the windows across the street in search of those seven men that love to watch you getting fucked. you make eye contact with each and every one, clenching when you watch them stroke themselves faster, their lips moving as they mumble undoubtedly dirty things that you wish you could hear.

"you like when they watch you, don't you baby? you like having them see how pretty you look taking my cock?" he teases you further, slapping your ass for emphasis, and the sharp sting has you yelping and clenching around him tighter. you grab onto the metal railing tighter, feeling your head dip down once more, your arms straining with a delectable ache as you try to hold yourself up. you feel that same ache in the back of your thighs as you try to keep yourself in place to take san's cock.

san keeps taunting you between searing kisses to your neck and along your back, thrusting slow and hard so you feel every inch of his cock slamming into you, "aww baby, you're dripping for me, already making such a mess and i barely even fucked you yet. you must really like being watched."

you nod, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. you watch as the onlookers continue to stroke themselves, one of them getting so excited he starts fucking his hand at the same pace as san's thrusting hips, no doubt imagining the lube slick grip on his cock is your pussy instead.

"bet they wanna fuck you so bad, princess. bet they wanna feel this perfect pussy right now, and fuck you until you're screaming and crying their name." you clench around san and whine at his words, arching up and pushing your hips back faster.

only, instead of fucking you faster like your body craves, like your mounting pleasure demands, he slows down. he keeps his pace steady, but drives his cock into you hard, jostling your body to drive the point home that, "you're mine right now, aren't you baby? all mine for me to enjoy."

he adjusts the angle ever so slightly, just so the onlookers can see it's his cock thrusting in and out of your sweet pussy right now, that he's the one fucking you senseless. you grip the rail of the balcony for balance, the evening air sweeping over your heated skin and reminding you of just how exposed you are. you unfocused eyes see the way warm sunset hues of orange and pink paint the sky, the vibrant yellow at the horizon line receding more and more by the moment. day is giving way to night right before your eyes and he's still fucking you just as vigorously as before, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. if anything, the captive audience only reinvigorates his resolve, and you can feel his cock throbbing deep inside you the longer he fucks you for the crowd. some of your enraptured audience has long since cum, but they're all still achingly hard watching san fuck you. they all still pleasure themselves at the sight of you, at the sound of your moans, imagining what your pussy must feel like to turn san into such a ravenous beast.

"fuck, you feel so good baby." san tilts his head back and cries out like a declaration, driving the point home that you feel as good as you look, only igniting their desire for you.

"fucking love this pussy. that's it baby take it, fucking take it. show them what a good fucking slut you are for me. mine, all fucking mine." he growls, his warm breath fanning out right against the shell of your ear. he borders on delirium now, in the ravenous way he pounds into you, in the way his mumbled groans tumble from his lips without much thought. his chest is practically molded to the arched curve of your back, hips canting at a rapid pace, no better than a beast in heat. his muscular arms keep you in place, your shoulders resting on your own hands, which clutch the balcony rail with an iron grip. your own knuckles press against the hollow of your collarbones, his strong chest and his weight keeping you in place as he pounds into you. one of his hands wraps around your neck, craning your head back, exposing your bouncing breasts to the audience. you see a few of them start stroking themselves faster, one of them reaching completion and cumming all over his hand. the sight of him feeling such pleasure just watching you is enough to have you cumming with a cry right on san's cock, the wet rush of your release gushing all over his length, dripping onto the terrace below.

"aww, did that feel good baby? you like a pretty slut for them that much?" he coos, and the tender mischief in his tone has you melting into his embrace. he presses kisses along the side of your face, making his way to your lips, purposefully eyeing one of them who he knows has a massive crush on you.

he gives you a moment to relax and catch your breath, sitting up for a moment to allow you to breathe in the refreshing night air. the chill of dusk blows over the sweat that glistens on your skin, cooling you down and calming you from your heated high.

"you did so good for me, princess, for us." he praises you sweetly, before the saccharine edge that drips from his words crystallizes in the form of mischievous laughter, "but i'm not done with you yet, and some of them still haven't cum yet. some of them have been edging themselves all day watching me fuck you. we should get them off too, shouldn't we baby?"

you nod, too exhausted for words, but you poke your hips up once more, eagerly awaiting his next move. situating his hands right on your ass, he gropes the supple flesh before sliding back into you, fucking your sensitive pussy once more. you lock eyes with the once who are still awaiting release, you unabashed expressions of lust driving them to the edge.

𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙕 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 ‧₊˚ ☁️

↳ updating every day of kinktober! ↳ will mostly be drabbles or short fics (500-1k wc)

day 1 ♡ changbin - breeding day 2 ♡ wooyoung - pegging day 3 ♡ chan - daddy kink day 4 ♡ hongjoong - praise day 5 ♡ lee know - edging day 6 ♡ yunho - somnophilia day 7 ♡ jeongin - pet play day 8 ♡ mingi - squirting day 9 ♡ seungmin - dacryphilia day 10 ♡ seonghwa - rollplay day 11 ♡ hyunjin - bondage day 12 ♡ jongho - overstimulation day 13 ♡ han - voyeurism day 14 ♡ san - pegging pt.2 day 15 ♡ felix - mommy kink day 16 ♡ yeosang - dry humping day 17 ♡ yunho + mingi - cucking day 18 ♡ hyunjin - choking day 19 ♡ changbin - lingerie day 20 ♡ seonghwa - tentacles day 21 ♡ wooyoung + san + yeosang - foursome day 22 ♡ jeongin - toys day 23 ♡yeosang - crossdressing day 24 ♡ san - exhibitionism day 25 ♡ wooyoung + changbin - threesome day 26 ♡ han - thigh riding day 27 ♡ lee know - spanking day 28 ♡ jongho - strength kink day 29 ♡ felix - thigh fucking day 30 ♡ seungmin - degradation day 31 ♡ chan + hongjoong - surprise ;)