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You were taught to hate them, to hate the rebels, the Guerillas, how they call themselves. You never saw them, don’t know how they look, just heard about them and their actions. Every person in the small citadel that survived the test of time has a different description of them. Some say they are these big, enormous, scary-looking men, the size of mountains. Some others say that they have disfigured faces due to fight scars and accidents with their own weapons. Others say that they are infiltrated by the survivors.

The truth is you’ll never know who they are because it’s been years since they started going clearly, physically and psychologically against the government.

The world you live in is not the best, not at all, everything was destroyed decades ago when a nuclear accident happened. Nobody knew at the time that thousands, millions, of tiny nuclear bombs were buried under our feet, the governments of all the countries back then did without notice, ready to explode when something happened. The initial plan was to kill the poorest, to “purify” the earth, but it all went wrong when somehow all the warheads were activated at once, destroying basically everything around, killing more than half of the world population, rich, poor, it didn’t matter. The ones who survived had to reimagine and reinvent themselves, surviving from what was left. Over the years many more people died from radiation, hunger, and diseases. It was natural selection theory all over again.

Within time, the government, now the only one to rule all, found a way to control the population, an ancient technique with the use of frequencies and brainwashing. Chips were implanted in every kid that was born, being brainwashed with the government’s ideas since day one, the frequency and subliminals, that once were used to help people, were now being used to control the population.

You were on the line to check-in on your boring work as a programmer when suddenly you heard a loud beep coming from your communicator, making you kneel in pain, then all went silent. No frequency. No subliminal. Pure silence. You felt dizzy, head spinning not being used to the silence, eyes slowly blurring until all went black.

“Are you sure they are the right one? They seem a little too young” you started to slowly wake up, listening to mumbles and whispers near you, but still too weak to move or open your eyes. People were talking?

“They are our age, Mingi” another one spoke with a chuckle. You don’t even remember the last time you heard people talk to each other.

You tried to move your body but everything hurt and you squealed in pain. Soon the sound came out of your mouth, you felt hands touching you and helping you to sit wherever you were.

“Don’t force yourself too much, yn. You have never been out of their control, it’s not easy to get used to the silence” you simply nod, the comforting velvety voice of the person making you feel somehow safe. “Can you speak?” the person asked and you tried to say something but nothing but grunts came out. 

The last time you remember speaking to someone was to your older brother years ago before he died in an accident at work. People usually don’t talk to each other outside of family and with the quick advance of the chips’ technology, people talked to each other through their minds. It wasn’t good since everyone had access to your thoughts, but that was another way of control. If you thought anything bad about the government, you were done. Executed.

“Don’t force yourself, I know it’s hard” you felt a hand caressing your hair and a shiver ran down your body, suddenly feeling safe, cared. You wanted to cry but even that you couldn’t do. “Hey hey, it’s okay. I know it’s hard, being deprived of emotions, from thoughts, it’s not easy” you simply nodded. “I’ll bring you water and some food, if you need help eating because of the poor sight let me know” you nodded again and you heard steps going away and a door sliding open and then closing.

You took deep breaths, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, trying to calm down your nerves. You opened your mouth and tried to leave a few sounds and escalating to a few monosyllabic words like yes and no. Slowly you tried to move your fingers, the hands being the easiest. Then you moved on to your eyes, trying to open them, they felt heavy, not even your weak just moving hands were able to open. After what felt like hours of trying to recover yourself to your normal state you gave up, more because of tiredness than other things. You stood there, silent in the empty room, sat up in what you imagined was a bed, thinking about how deprived you were of so many sensations due to the brainwashing sound. When people told you silence was a scary sound you never understood them. But there you were, completely paralyzed by the sudden silence.

“If you try to listen to the environment sounds it will help you” a different voice came in, but no door sound was heard, so this man was probably there all along. “I know how scary it is, I was in your place once” you nodded and heard steps coming closer to you and a calloused hand touch your face. “I hope you can open your eyes soon”. You nodded, not sure why these men were being so nice to you after literally kidnapping you. What did they want from you? What did they mean by the one?

You took a deep breath again and tried to focus on any sounds you could listen to. The first one you noticed was yours and the man’s breathing, also the sound of the skin of his hand caressing your skin. You focused more, trying to catch any distant sound. You listened to some sort of buzzing coming from your left side, very very far away from you. Then you could pick some conversations, not enough to understand, but enough to make you feel at ease, there were sounds around you again. You heard laughs far away and you don’t even remember when was the last time you heard those, people so miserable that happiness wasn’t an option. You kept focusing on these sounds, making them your own frequency. 

You tried to slowly open your eyes again, and you managed to do it. Very slowly but you did it. Your cones getting used to the very dim light, and you smiled thinking that they might have left the light so low for you to get used again. The blackness in your eyes started to slowly turn into blurriness. You heard the door slide open again but no one spoke, just steps and the same hand that kept caressing your cheek, hair and arm. You don’t know how long it took but your eyes finally opened fully, focusing on the first thing in front of you, a very cute-looking man with red hair. 

“Can you see me?” he asked and you nodded.

“Can you turn your head?” it was the sweet man caressing you, you turned your head to the right and you thought that you were dead. In heaven. “Hey, little one” there he stood, the smile you loved planted on his lips, his figure taller and stronger than before, but it was him. It was you brother. It was really Seonghwa. Immediately your eyes watered and you managed to cry. throwing your weak arms around him and hugging him. He was alive. After all these years he was alive. You didn’t know if you were happy that he was there or mad that he lied. “It’s ok, you can cry as much as you want, yn. I’m here now, we are all here” you kept yourself hung on his neck for some time, scared that it was all a dream and he would escape again. “I have so much to tell you, I can’t wait for you to speak again” you nodded, still crying on his neck.

“Sorry to interrupt but your food is here, yn” the man with the velvety voice spoke and you were able to finally see him. His face matched his voice, he looked soft, yet fierce, appealing. His shiny black hair was down, almost covering his eyes. His lips, even smiling, were plump. You heard your brother chuckle at you, probably because you were staring too long at the man. You bowed your head in a way to thank him and he put the tray on your lap, careful not to spill the liquid, you imagined to be soup, from the bowl. “Sorry about kidnapping you, but it was the only way” you shook your head denying, smiling at him and drinking the soup. The warm liquid soothed your dry throat and the taste was something you never tasted, inexplicably delicious. “I’m Hongjoong, these are Wooyoung, San and Mingi” he pointed to the cute red-haired one, another one with black hair and a giant one that happily waved at you.

“I know you might have a lot of questions right now, but we brought you here because we need your help” your bother said and stood by Hoongjoong’s side. “We are the guerillas, my little one” your eyes widened and you thanked you didn’t have soup in your mouth, otherwise you would have spit on them. “I know. I know. I have a lot to explain” you looked at him like you wanted to say ‘yes, you sure do mister’ and he just smiled at you. “But why don’t you rest for the day and we talk tomorrow, huh? I might have been dead but you’re still my little sibling and I know you. Plus, the first few days after the loss of the frequency are terrible, I experienced myself first hand” he pinched your cheeks and you nodded, finishing drinking the delicious soup.

After you finished eating, the guys left your room, Seonghwa left some books by your side, kissed your temple and left you all alone. You were so dizzy you felt nauseous, not only from the lack of the frequency but also because of all that was happening. Your brother was alive and was part of the Guerillas. He and his friends kidnapped you and took you out of your state of trance. They needed your help with something that you had no idea what it was. And on top of all that, they were really cute. You imagined them in many ways, but never to be cute, soft, kind - and honestly sexy - guys around your age. You looked out the window that was to your left and saw some vehicles moving and noticed that they were the buzzing you listened before. You closed your eyes, enjoying the newly discovered sound, and fell asleep, too tired to even read or do anything really.

Over the course of the weeks you were there, these men, Jongho and Yeosang, helped you with going back to your normal state of body movements, as well as going back to speaking again. You learned that the Guerillas were all over the continent, finding ways to overthrow the government, as well as learning how to revive the land and live out of it. You were at one of their many headquarters, the one where they kept their technological research, the facility hidden by a magnetic field that tricked the eyes into thinking it was all empty. You were shocked by their technology and the number of people working there. 

Seonghwa told you that he indeed suffered a work accident, but the company left him to die alone in the field and Hongjoong and the boys rescued him. He was alive only because of the Guerillas and he was in deep debt to them. Well, he felt as if he was, but the Guerillas were one big family, a community. Everyone knew each other, everyone helped each other, and people of all ages were living in their facilities, working in different areas, planting, and raising animals. The Guerillas created an invisible continent within the continent. 

They got you because they were planning their biggest attack so far, they were planning on invading the chips’ frequency, but all at the same time. And since you were a programmer at the company that built the chips, you were extremely valuable to them. And so were to the company.

“They are searching for you all over the country” your brother said as you sat in front of their computers, analyzing the data they had so far. “But don’t worry, you are safe with us here. Besides Hongjoong wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you” he messed with your hair, joking about the way the man treated you. 

He wasn’t lying, Hongjoong wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, whenever he had the chance he’d be by your side, seeing your progress, or showing you around and introducing you to people. Sometimes he even tried to show off his battle skills out of nowhere, which you found cute and endearing. You grew very fond of your brother’s friends, specially Wooyoung. He became kind of your best friend. He caught you writing about Hongjoong in your diary once and he never let that go, but it was a nice starting point for your friendship.

“Can I go with you guys?” you asked once you saw your brother, Hongjoong and Yunho loading their truck. They were going to the other side of the country to look after the community responsible for the animals to see why some of the cows weren’t producing milk.

“yn, it’s dangerous, we are going to cross the country” your brother said, throwing another bag with guns inside the vehicle. “I’d kill myself if anything happened to you”.

“Joongie~” you grabbed the smaller one’s arm, trying to convince the man with the only trick you knew would work on him: your cuteness. “Please, I promise I’ll behave” you even tried to do puppy eyes at him, making your brother roll his own. 

“I’m sorry, yn, but your brother is right. You are not prepared enough to go out yet, you barely can use a gun” you pouted and left his arm. You understood them, they were right, but you couldn’t help but be sad. “Let’s do this” Hongjoong held your face and the heat crept to your cheeks. You loved when he touched you. “I’ll bring you a gift when we come back, okay?” you nodded, smiling happily. “Behave and you’ll get the gift” you rolled your eyes at him, like you weren’t going to behave anyway. He smiled at you and caressed your hair.

Wooyoung came by your side, turning himself so his back was facing you, and crossed his arms, pretending as if he was making out with someone. You hit his arms and heard him laugh at you. Little demon. 

The three men finished loading the vehicle and verified with the rest of the crew if everything was ready to go. Yunho turned the field around the truck and you saw the giant metal box disappear right in front of your eyes. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it, the technology still amazed you. Seonghwa gave you one last hug and told you to keep studying the chips while they were gone. You nodded and wished him a safe trip. 

Hongjoong came to say goodbye to you as well, hugging you tight. “I have a gift for you too when you come back” you whispered in his ear and felt his hand tighten around your waist. You smirked to yourself and let go of the man. His hoping eyes smiled along with his lips to you before turning around and entering the truck.

“Is this gift of yours your body?” Wooyoung teased you quietly so no one could hear.

“What if it is?”

“God, you’re such a perv” he followed you as you left for your lab.

“You’re the one who came up with this idea” you chuckled at his murmurs behind you.

You smiled to yourself thinking about what gift he was going to bring you. It was going to be some long ten days without him. 

The days at the lab without Hongjoong or Seonghwa to help you, or to be honest, to bother you, felt infinite. Wooyoung was busy with his research, you basically only saw him during lunch or training. But you were decided to find the breaking point on the chips. For Hongjoong. And Seonghwa. And everyone else really. 

You spent the whole ten days inside the lab, working on the codes, working on the hardware and how they were implanted in the brain. The first guerillas discovered how to hack individual chips, but they needed to invade the whole system. And none of them found the break into the system. Somehow they had access to old programming books, old codes and hardware from when the world was different. 

It was during your lunch break that the eureka moment came, leaving your food - and a confused Wooyoung - behind to go straight to the library. You searched over the walls for one specific book, one so old that some of the pages had signs of the trial to destroy. It was in one of those pages that the solution was. You took the book to Mingi, who was a mathematician, and asked him to help you with the probabilities and which numbers and letters on the code it could be. 

Mingi and you spent three whole days on the research, trying and failing as the code wasn’t right. But the moment came and with just a switch of a coma you were able to find the way into the control center. You couldn’t hold your excitement, hugging Mingi and giving excited little jumps around the room. 

“Ok, next steps, boss?” He asked as he saved in different places the code, too afraid to lose the work. 

“We need to find some people willing to let us turn on their chips again and test on them” you stretched your limbs, the pain of spending days working without pause starting to kick in. “But the boys are coming back tomorrow so, let’s wait for them first. What do you think?”

“I more than agree, I need some rest and I know that Hongjoong will know what to do” you nodded. “Besides, he may want to try with his own frequency”. 

“He has his own frequency?” You asked and the tall man nodded. 

“He did his own research before you arrived and mixed a frequency that is somehow neutral but not too overwhelming as the silence as you could see for yourself” you chuckled remembering the sensation and nodded. “So his idea is to slowly start merging the frequencies and then leave only his own”

“But how are we gonna do this? Because we now have the access, but it doesn’t mean that they don’t know how long it takes for them to notice or even if they won’t notice right away” he nodded and started to push you out of the lab. 

“That’s why we’re gonna wait for them” he closed the door behind you and you pouted. “You and I both need to rest. Clear our minds, we are almost burnt out” he was right, you were working nonstop since the boys left and the last three days you and Mingi barely slept, you truly needed some rest. “And I know captain won’t be happy to see you tired and overworked, so go to your room, take a bath, maybe some scented bubbles, or whatever, just make sure you are hot, sexy, smelling good and well rested for him” he slapped your ass and giggled. 

“Mingi!” You scolded him. 

“Oh come on, yn… even your brother knows you two are pinning each other since day one” you felt your cheeks heat up on his comments, so you two weren’t as subtle as you thought then. “Just do as I say, besides, he’ll be happy enough knowing we cracked the code” you nodded and hugged him before running to your room to take a shower. Or maybe a bath like he said. You deserved.

You prepared the bath with some of the plants that were given as tea, the lavender smell being the strongest one. You laid in the bath, welcoming the warmth around your body and relaxing your muscles. Your mind wandered over the next steps of the research but soon was flooded by him. His face, his eyes, his smile, his voice, his body, all of him. The way he treated you, touched you, fingertips lingering more than usual whenever he had the chance. You felt all bubbly inside, just like a teenager in love for the first time. Which wasn’t entirely a lie. You never felt interested in anyone before, maybe the brainwashing hitting you too hard to actually think anything about it. So this new experience, the freedom of both your mind and body, the happiness of having your brother back and meeting nice people made you more easygoing and open to experiences. 

You looked over at your skin and realized that it started to look like raisins, so it was more than time to leave the bath. You dried yourself and put on your pajamas, ready to sleep until tomorrow. It was going to be hard with all the anxiety in your chest, but it was needed. You laid on the comfy bed, hugged the biggest pillow and smiled imagining how it would be to sleep cuddled up to Hongjoong, and with that thought, you drifted asleep. 

The sound of your door being slid open woke you up. What time was it? You slowly opened your eyes and found an overly excited Wooyoung. You just laughed at him and went to put on your clothes so you could have breakfast together and wait for the boys.

It was actually almost evening when they arrived, tired, and full of boxes with supplies, but nonetheless happy smiles on their faces. You ran to your brother, hugging him, happy that he was alive and safe. Yunho was the next to get your hug, taking you off the ground.

“You better brace yourself, tiny, Hongjoong even dreamt with you this trip” he whispered in your ear while hugging you. “He couldn’t shut up about you the whole trip, Seonghwa even said that if he didn’t shut up he was going to forbid you to even see him” you giggled at the newfound information.

“Oh, don’t worry, Yun, I’m more than ready” you told him, offering him a smirk and a wink, to which he responded with a chuckle and a nod of his head.

You stopped in front of Hongjoong, hands behind your back, waiting for him to notice your presence - as if he hadn’t noticed the first thing when he left the truck. He smiled at you, one of the many bags on his shoulder, and messed with your hair. 

“Missed me much?” he asked as he started to walk inside the building, probably to his office, you following behind him.

“Not really” you said, taking large steps to walk in front of him, turning yourself around to face him while still walking backward, grin plastered on your lips. “You know, it was easier to work without here to distract me”.

“So I distract you with my beauty?” you both entered his office, he threw his bag on top of the main chair and started to search for something inside.

“I never said that” you giggled and walked closer to him, seeing him holding a small box. “Is that my gift?” 

“It actually is indeed” he turned around and handed you the box. “I hope you like it”.

You grabbed the box noticing how pretty it was. The brown leather was scratched in many parts of it, the entails that once were golden now only held traces of the paint long gone. The close was rusty but still worked well enough for you to open the box and see a book inside. There’s no cover anymore, but you can read the name on the first page. The Giver.

“This is the book that inspired the government to implement the chips” he said seeing you reading the title. “I’ve read many years ago and it was what fueled my desire to end this dictatorship and made me join the guerillas” you nodded, smiling at him. “I thought you might enjoy it”

“Thank you so much, Joong, I loved” you kissed his cheek. “I have a gift for you too” he looked at you curiously. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your lab, passing through curious eyes that have been waiting for you two to finally get together. You pushed him inside the room and guided him to the front of the main computer and pointed at the screen. He looked at you confused, he did not know a thing about coding, so it was just a bunch of letters and signs he did not understand. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Mingi and I cracked the code” he widened his eyes still not believing your words. “We spent the past three days working on it and we finally found the way in, we just need to know what our next steps are now, he told me about y-” Hongjoong cut you off with his lips on yours, kissing you out of pure ecstasy with the news.

You were caught off guard but nonetheless, you kissed him back, holding onto his arms that were holding your face. The man separated your lips and looked into your eyes, about to apologize for his manners, but you just attacked his lips again, kissing him with more need, your arms snaking around his neck and pulling him closer to you. 

Hongjoong reacted immediately, arms circling your body and pushing you flush against his chest. Your lips danced together, synchronized like they were used to the choreography. Tastes intoxicating each other, filling up your senses and making you high on each other. It was just a kiss, but the weeks of flirting and pinning on each other finally melted within your tongues that were soon enough added to the dance. Two of the most experienced dancers paired up. 

Your bodies moved like they knew where they were going, skillfully reaching the sofa. Hongjoong never broke the kiss, his lungs hurting without air but he was afraid of letting go of your lips and you would disappear. He gently laid your body on top of the soft cushions, supporting his weight in one hand while the other squeezed the sides of your tummy. His lips finally left yours but they met his new victim: your neck. He left open-mouth kisses on the skin, the taste and smell of the lavender bath from the night before still adorning your skin. He could taste the sweetness of it on his lips. 

Everything felt new, felt too much for you. You were in heaven. You died and heaven is this man’s body on top of you. You whined lowly at the feeling of his kisses on your skin, oversensitive from being touched like this. 

“Joong…” you whispered, hands tight in a fist holding his shirt. “I…” you moaned a little with the sudden bite he gave on the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, stopping what he was doing and looking in your eyes. His plump lips looked even fuller, red, with the action, his forehead starting to show signs of sweat on it, his arm holding his weight on your side having its veins on full display for you to appreciate or even touch. No, you didn’t want him to stop but what if you disappointed him? You denied with your head, one of your hands caressing his side. 

“It’s just… I never did this and I don’t want to… you know, be silly” he chuckled at your innocence, biting the tip of your nose before planting a peck on your lips. 

“You’ll never be silly, it’s completely fine to never have had sex, it’s a natural part of life” you nodded and he left his position to sit on the sofa, taking you to sit on his lap. “I’ll never do anything that you don’t allow me to. If you want to stop, I feel comfortable with just kissing you” he pecked your lips again. 

“I wanna try it” you said, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. “I want to have sex with you” he smiled and kissed you once more. 

He grabbed your body bridal style and carried you to your room, which you were so glad to be two doors next to your lab otherwise, you’d die in embarrassment if someone saw you like that. He let go of your body to close the door and lock it, turning back to you and attacking your lips once again. This time the kiss was kinda messy, hungry, teeth clashing but you couldn’t care less, all you thought about it in that moment was that you needed him. 

Soon you two found your way to your bed and Hongjoong made you sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. He kept kissing you but his hands were riskier, roaming over your clothed chest, fingertips softly touching your nipples under the fabric, the muscle getting rigid with the touch. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” He gently asked, biting your ear shell. You nodded, chest rising with excitement.

He took your shirt off and he felt that you were the heaven. He tried to contain himself not to scare you with how hungry - and hard - he was for you. The man started to kiss your neck, going down to your collarbone and slowly going down to your chest, paying attention to all your reactions. You couldn’t hold a low moan when he put a nipple in his mouth and sucked the flesh. It was a whole new sensation, your body was feeling like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the feeling. Your hands flew instantly to his hair, holding his locks and pushing him flusher to your chest. He smiled at your reaction and decided to give the other one the same attention but substituted his mouth with his hand. 

Moans started to slip past your mouth. Having someone else touching your body was completely different than touching yourself, you’d never reach a third of the feeling. He kept playing with both of your buds for a while, your chest shining with his saliva. You started to grow impatient, hands pushing his head lower, the feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger each second passed. He chuckled at your eagerness which in any other circumstances he would tease you but that moment was all about you. About how you felt. So he followed your silent command and lowered his ministrations to your tummy and stopped with his fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants. 

“Can I?” He asked once again, always making sure you were consenting to everything. You nodded, a small whispered yes passing through your lips, almost inaudible. 

Hongjoong couldn’t deny the heat that was pooling in his own belly with the way you were completely given to him. Trusting your body to him. Allowing him to do all the dirty things he imagined to do with you in his most disgusting dreams. Your innocence was somehow endearing to him and he had to hold himself with all his will not to push you flush against the bed and pound into you like he wanted, how he desired. He needed to be respectful and careful not to hurt or scare you. Because it was what you deserved. 

He pulled your pants and underwear down, and he could die happily then and there. Your form all naked in front of him. All to him. Your core glistening with arousal waiting for him to feast out of you. Like everything he was doing, he slowly kissed your legs up, taking a little more time in your tights, squeezing the flesh and leaving little bites on the inner side. Huffs of annoyance and impatience leaving your lips without you even noticing. 

“Relax, little one, I’m taking care of you, don’t worry” he said while smoothing your skin, a little smirk on his lips. “I’m going to eat you out now, ok? And I want you to give at least one orgasm while I’m doing it” you nodded, eyes hooded with neediness. He had literally done nothing to you yet. Yet. You wondered what your state would be at the end of this. 

He finally touched your pussy, spreading the lips and spreading your arousal with it. You moaned with how his fingers would hit your clit every time they slid up, legs threatening to close on his head, but his open arms were holding them open. He then finally did what both of you wanted and licked you from bottom to top and sucked on your clit. 

“Hongjoong!” You moaned his name, the word coming stranded from your chest. 

He tried, he really did, to keep his ministrations on you slow but you just tasted so good on his tongue that he couldn’t help. He was eating you like a starved man, his tongue would go up and down a few times before giving its attention to your clit, sucking, licking, flickering. You were a whimpering mess, hands all over the place, the sensation being so new. So good. 

“Good gracious, sweetie, I could be here all day” he said, voice muffled by your pussy, nose hitting deliciously your clit every time he’d enter his tongue inside. “How are you feeling, babe?” He asked, genuinely curious but also to see you blabber between moans. 

“Good, so good, Joong” you managed to speak after a few seconds. You held his hair and pushed him more against your vulva and he noticed how your legs were trying to close more often. You were close to your release. 

He smiled to himself and decided to add his fingers to the mix, playing with your clit with his thumb while he penetrated his skillful tongue on your hole. The walls clenching around nothing. It didn’t take long until you covered your mouth with your hands, scared of being heard by anyone else, and convulsed around his face, your juices dripping down your hole and onto his mouth and chin. And that was heaven to him, you tasted almost bittersweet on his tongue, the best thing he tasted in so long. He was completely drunk by you. And he loved. 

Hongjoong waited for you to calm down after your orgasm, he didn’t want to overwhelm you or overstimulate you. At least not on your first time having sex. 

“How are we?” He asked, hands caressing your shaking legs as he lifted up from the ground. 

“Good…” you said, lifting yourself on your elbows to look at him. And if you thought he was pretty before, now, with your slick glistening on his chin and sweat dripping down his forehead, he was absolute perfection. 

“Now I’m going to prep you, ok? Get you a bit stretched so I don’t hurt you” you nodded, lower lip between your teeth. “Do you want me to stop?” You denied with your head. “There’s something you wanna tell me?” You nodded, cheeks getting even hotter than they already were from the previous actions. He signaled with his head for you to talk. 

“You’re still… fully clothed” he chuckled at your statement but nonetheless he started to undress, taking his shirt off. “Joong” you called him, making him stop in his tracks. “Can I… take it?” He smiled and nodded, waiting for you to do it. 

Your legs were still shaky so decided to stay on the bed. You reached for the button of his pants and opened it before pulling the zipper down. He smiled at you lovingly, caressing your head before pulling your face up and kissing your lips. Once again you melted under his touch, whimpering into the kiss. He broke the kiss and went back to his standing position and you went back to taking his pants off, pulling it down his legs. Your hands caressed the bulge under the fabric of his underwear, a low groan leaving his mouth and you felt his hand grip your hair tighter. You finally pulled the underwear down, revealing his cock. The tip angry red and already leaking pre cum from being denied attention for so long. Your hand went to hold his shaft in it without even thinking, you were just a little bit awestruck by seeing a dick in front of you for the first time. He wasn’t big or thick, just the right size. But you still thought he’d split you once he tried to enter you. 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie, I’m going to prep you, okay?” He caressed your cheek and you nodded. “You can play with another time, today is all about your pleasure” your cheeks once again heated up, he was being so thoughtful, so caring, and made your chest swell with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe, but you were liking it. 

He gave you another kiss before making you lay down on the bed again, this time in the middle. He started to play with his fingers on your pussy again, collecting the wetness that was still there, and he wondered if it was from your thoughts about his dick. Hongjoong slowly entered your hole with his middle finger, pumping slowly to get you used to the intrusion. 

You had masturbated before, you were a grown adult, and you had your needs, you just didn’t feel interested in others before. But having someone else fingering you was a whole new experience. You were helpless, not knowing what he was going to do, with what pace, with what intensity. All you could do was moan and writhe under him. 

“More. Please, Joongie, more” you grabbed his arm that was supporting his weight. “I…”

“Such an eager baby, aren’t we? I barely put a finger inside and you’re asking for more?” You whispered yes and nodded, the knot in your belly tightening up. 

He inserted another finger inside, curling them up to hit that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He started to alternate between curling them up and scissoring you open, walls hugging his fingers, back arching from the mattress. 

“Fuck you’re so tight, yn” he moaned with you, his dick twitching with the thought of entering you. “I’m gonna add another one, okay?” You nodded and pleaded, unintelligible words leaving your lips as your hips started to lift from the mattress. 

His free hand went to your clit, circling the bud to give you extra pleasure before adding his third finger, slowing down the pace of his fingers and trying to put them all the way in. You were past the point of no return, fucked out from just his previous actions and now from his fingers skillfully fucking you open. 

“Joongie~” you moaned, voice starting to crack. 

“Go on, baby, I can feel your walls flutter on my fingers. Go on, give it to me” with his words you came on his fingers, pleas of his name leaving your mouth as he rode your orgasm with you, legs shaking like you spent the last minutes squatting in the gym. “So pretty when you cum, baby. So good for me” he licked his fingers clean and gave you a kiss so you could taste yourself a little in his mouth. You couldn’t help but be even more turned on by that. “You think you can keep going? We can stop if you want” you denied with your head and pulled him for another heated kiss. 

“Please, Joong, now that you started, please finish it” he smirked at your neediness and hovered his body on top of you. 

“As you wish, sweet thing” he passed his dick between your wet vulva, coating himself in your slick, before lining his head with your hole. “Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop” you nodded and he slowly pushed past his head and you thanked him for prepping you first, otherwise it would hurt you. “You good?”

“Yes, keep going” 

“Can you take it all?” You nodded, caressing and holding his arms on your sides. 

He decided to take one of his thumbs to your clit to help you relax and feel more pleasure, so he started to slowly push his cock inside of you as he played with your clit. You opened your mouth but no sound came off, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your back arching from the bed. It felt so good. The sting of pain was delicious, the sensation of being so full for the first time, the view of having the hottest man alive on top of you watching every reaction of you and your body to him. You could explode again just by that. 

He finally groaned when he was balls deep inside you, the tightness of your walls hugging him viciously. He just wanted to be permanently buried inside of you. He waited for a little for you to get used to the feeling, never stopping his work on your clit. 

“Move, please” you moved your hips and the sensation was indescribable. 

“Oh dear god, you’re so good for me, baby, I can’t wait to ruin you just for me” he said, words coming out of his mouth without him even realizing. You moaned at the thought, walls clenching. “Oh. Would you look at that” he nuzzled his nose on the crook of your neck, leaving a bite behind. “Do you like the idea of being ruined, baby?” You nodded, not thinking straight at this point. You pressed your nails on his back, bringing him closer to you. ”fuck, yn. I can’t wait to teach you everything to be perfect for me, I’m going to ruin your chances with any other man” he didn’t realize it, but his thrusts were getting faster. And you were loving it. 

You moaned his name over and over again, back sliding back and forth on the mattress with how hard he was fucking you. His thrusts were deep, not too fast, but hard enough to make you see stars. Now you knew what all the fuss about sex was. It was divine, delicious, mind-erasing almost. You didn’t have one thought besides the way Hongjoong was fucking you into oblivion, eyes getting blurry with the pleasure. 

Without warning, the knot in your lower stomach snapped once again, for the third time in the night, and your orgasm washed over you, making you see black. Mouth hanging open with no sound leaving. 

“Again already? Such a good baby for me” Hongjoong kissed your temple and slowed his thrusts a little for you to not get overwhelmed. “Can you hang a little more for me, baby? Just so I can cum too” you nodded, eyes closed, completely fucked out and limp on the bed. You were his now, he had all the control he wanted. He started to thrust a little bit faster again, moaning with the feeling of his member being squeezed even more by your abused walls. He wouldn’t take much longer to cum. 

A few more thrusts and he stilled his hips, his hot white seed painting your insides, the feeling of being even fuller making you cum again on his cock, mixing your juices together. When he mentioned moving, you held him in place, the feeling of having him inside of you too good.

“You did so well, baby. I’m proud of you” he kissed your forehead and took some sweaty strands out of your face, eyes still glassy but satisfied. “I need to clean us up, you need to rest, and so do I” you pouted but nodded.

You hissed at the sudden feeling of emptiness, liquids spilling down your hole and onto the mattress. You definitely had to wash that up. But that was a thought for the next day. Hongjoong appeared with a cup of water and a wet cloth from your bathroom. He put the cup on the bedside before cleaning you. The sensitivity of the prior actions starting to show up. After cleaning you up, he made you drink water and laid by your side, pulling you to lie on his chest. 

You two stood in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence and having your thoughts organized. 

“Thank you” he said, hand caressing your arm that was on top of him. 

“For what?”

“For trusting me” you smiled and switched your position to be looking at him, elbows holding your upper body. “I like you, yn. I think you already know that but I want it to be very clear for you” you nodded. “And if you’re willing, I’d like to be with you, be your boyfriend” you giggled and kissed his lips. 

“I like you too, Joong. And I am more than happy to be your significant other” you both smiled and he kissed you again, peppering kisses all over your face and lips.

You laid back on his chest and enjoyed each other’s company. Both of you were almost falling asleep when you spoke again. 

“Joong?” He hummed. “Remember when you said you wanted to ruin me for the others? Can you teach me how to pleasure you?” He looked down to you and you had the most innocent and expecting eyes. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, yn, you’re going to be the death of me” you both laughed as he held you closer, soon drifting asleep to dream about all the things you wanted to do to each other.

Chapter Text

You covered your head in the white hood and left the building from the back part. The path already engraved in your brain from how many times you’ve escaped the fort that held your dad and his lackey monkeys. 

You see, it’s been years since your grandfather destroyed the country and turned into something you could only imagine seeing in dystopian movies. He cut the connection to any other country, he destroyed basically every sign of vegetation and wildlife he could encounter. All because he could and he was an evil man. Ever since, your family is the one ruling whatever was left and the people that survived. But for everyone’s safety - and your own enjoyment - nobody knew who the family of the ruler was. When your grandfather was the ruler, your grandmother, as well as your dad and his siblings, were forced to be inside the fort. No one could leave or enter. It was a way of protecting not only the family but not giving the enemies the knowledge and power to enter the weak spot. Not that your grandfather cared, he was the one to kill his only daughter after he found out she escaped the building. 

Your dad, on the other hand, cared a lot about your mother and your younger brother. You? Just a mistake. Women couldn’t rule, so he didn’t give a single fuck about you, which was great. For you.

You don’t care about your life, what was the point of it? You just want to live the day as if it was last, because it can be. You found your aunt’s diary when you were around twelve years old, and became obsessed with the idea of escaping the fort. So since then you’ve been doing it. And you’re already an adult. 

It was during one of your night escapades that you met the group of rebels that was planning on dethroning your father. To say you were thrilled to go against your father but also be part of something was an understatement. 

The leader was this tall, handsome, and alluring man. His voice was sultry, low, almost like he was always whispering even when he was screaming all kinds of filthy words against your family. You caught yourself going there more often than not, as if you were hypnotized by the man. 

Over the course of the months you’ve been going there, a lot of the members of the rebellion tried to know more about you, to pry into your life and story but you just push them off by saying you’ve been living alone ever since your family abandoned you. Some of the days you don’t even go home knowing that they were following you, so you just sleep at the abandoned mall. 

You were quite a mystery in that group, but a good addition none the less, your ideas always turned out to be good and helpful since you’ve known your dad your entire life and the inside knowledge helped, not that they knew it was inside knowledge anyways. 

But that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader himself. He was as intrigued as everyone else by you, even his finest men couldn’t find anything about you. You weren’t registered in the country’s births for the year you said you were born or a couple of years before and after. You were a ghost. And Seonghwa wanted to know who you were. 

So when you arrived at the meet spot that night and didn’t find anyone you got scared. Were you trickered? Did they find out about your origins? Were you going to be executed? 

“Hello? Is anyone here?” You asked, your voice almost echoing in the empty place. “Wooyoung? San? Mingi?” You called for some of the rebels you’ve talked the most but still no one replied. You got up at the improvised stage that usually Seonghwa spoke and started to play as him. “These dirty motherfuckers want nothing but to destroy us. They don’t give a fuck about us the poor. They just want to sell that disgusting powder food of them” you said as you were talking to the rebels. “They are nothing but the scumbag of humanity. They just want money and power. The ruler doesn’t even care about his family. Why would he care about us?” 

“How do you know he has a family?” The familiar sultry voice scared you, your body turning to the side where the sound came from, finding a relaxed Seonghwa, his arms crossed on top of his chest as his tall figure leaned against one of the pillars that held the place up. 

“Don’t you think he has a family?” You asked, trying not to sound too caught up by his presence and his questions. Was he testing you? “After all, when he assumed no one knew that he existed, what stops him from doing the same?”

“You have a point, miss yn” he walked towards you, stopping in front of the stage, arms crossing again. You walked towards him and sat on the edge of the stage, staying almost face to face with him, your feet wiggling in the air. “You are a rare figure, do you know that?”

You tilted your head genuinely curious at the man. “How so?”

“You appeared out of nowhere in our group, you have no family, no place to live and no register in the country’s systems. Who are you?“

“I’m not registered?” That was new to you. But it made sense, your dad wouldn’t risk putting you or your brother in the registers, it would be too easy to track you down. He denied. “So you went after me huh?” You smirked at the man, who simply put his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Are you that interested in me, leader?” He rolled his eyes at your question. . 

Was he interested in you? Sure, you were an intriguing being, a lone wolf in this messed up place you called home, smart, smarter than most of his men. Combined. And to say he didn’t find you attractive was a lie. The way you swayed your hips when walking or how your flesh was squeezed whenever you hugged some of the others when celebrating a plan that worked. The way you smiled or laughed at some of the jokes that were cracked to break the ice of the seriousness that they were dealing with. Or how your ass looked so squeezable and spankabe whenever you bend down to grab something. He was indeed interested in you, in both your story and your body. 

“I guess I’d be interested in a ghost if I’ve seen one as well” you answered yourself after his silence. 

“Are you telling me you’re dead and just a soul wandering around?” You smiled at him, he wasn’t usually playful, always so serious, so seeing him being slightly funny with you made your pride swell and give you a confidence boost. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m a mirage. You imagined it all” he chuckled at the way you swayed your arms. 

“If you’re a ghost how can I touch you?” He smirked at you, taking two steps closer, but still not touching you. 

“Can you, sir?” You challenged him, hands resting on your sides and holding the weight of your upper body, legs slightly open and relaxed on the edge of the wooden stage. 

He felt like a winner, you were biting his bait just like he wanted. Little did he know that you knew the game he was playing and you were more than excited to play with him. 

Seonghwa took another step, this time staying in between your legs, and gently laid his right hand on your knee. “See? I can definitely touch you” you chuckled. 

“That’s what you call touch?” You got yourself up and grabbed both his hands, laying on your thighs. He instinctively squeezed them, making you smirk. “See? Like that is better” your fingertips slowly went up his arms and you could see his hairs shiver with the touch. “Have you touched someone else before?”

“Many times” he answered proudly. Men… always the same. “Have you ever been touched?” You smiled remembering your escapades with your dad’s soldiers. They were dumb but at least did whatever you told them to. You nodded.

Seonghwa finally took his hands out of your thighs and grabbed your waist, squeezing the flesh and bringing you flush against his body. You could feel his semi-hard cock under his pants and wondered if he got even bigger when hard. The thought made you bite your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man that rubbed your lower lip with his calloused thumb, the tip teasing to enter your mouth for you to suck but never did. 

“And have they ever made you cum?” You chuckled at his question.

You leaned over his ear and let a breathe out, tickling his ear before speaking “Bold of you to assume I’d even let someone leave before making me cum at least twice”

“Is that a challenge?” 

“Does it sounds like one for you?” you kept looking at each other, the intensity of it making you burn inside, you were sure your wetness was passing through the thin materials of your pants.

His long fingers went under your hoodie, feeling your warm skin shiver with his touch, the tips squeezing the skin, pretty sure the indents of his nails would be a mark for tomorrow. You instinctively sighed at the feeling and his reaction was just to chuckle at your desperation. “Before we start I just need you to tell me one thing” you nodded, eyes never leaving his. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nodded again. “I need words, princess”

“Yes, I want to” you bit your lip again, consent never felt so hot.

Seonghwa replaced your teeth with his, biting your lower lip before sucking it and starting to kiss you. You expected him to be hushed, to kiss you with desperation but no. He was soft, gentle, kind, it was such a nice contrast to his chapped lips. And a big contrast to how needy you were. His hand kept massaging your skin under your hoodie, squeezing and bringing you even closer to him. Your legs wrapped up on his waist, your core rubbing slightly with the now even bigger tent in his pants. A little whine left your lips as soon as he disconnected your lips to attack your jaw and neck.

“Can you feel it, baby? What you have done to me” he grinded on you and you felt your pussy squeeze on nothing. God, you felt so ridiculously horny for this man. His voice in your ear was like a feather, slightly touching you but still making you shiver from head to toe. If it was sultry normally, now, full of lust, was even more velvety. He kept lowering his kisses and love bites, marking your neck and chest, you definitely would have a hard time hiding it from your parents. Not that they even cared. But a little care never killed anyone.

Seonghwa stopped his ministrations and moved away from you a little so he could grab the hem of your hoodie and pull off of you, leaving your bare breats exposed to him. If once you had any ounce of self-doubt or shame it went out of the window with the way he growled before attacking one your breasts, kissing it, sucking it, biting it. His teeth grazing your niple and biting a bit harder so he could pull a little before letting it go, the stinging sensation only adding to your experience as you threw your head back and let a low moan leave your lips.

He stopped his ministrations on your chest so he could pull your face close to his again, foreheads touching and eyes staring at each other “I wanna hear you moan, I don’t want you holding your sounds like you did just now” he bit your ear, making you shiver before adding “I want everyone that passes through here to be able to know that I’m fucking you good” you nodded, eyes meeting again. “Such a good girl you are, aren’t you?” you eagerly nodded again.

You’re never the one to submit, always used to boss around the men you’d fuck, making them beg for you to touch them and making them eat you out until you came. But Seonghwa was different, there was something about him that made you a puppy around him, eager to do what he says, to be and do good for him, to impress him, make him like you. It could be your daddy issues speaking louder but you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was for this man to destroy you.

He stroked your hair, hand slowly sliding to your neck, holding it on the sides without applying any pressure. “So why don’t you be a good girl for me and get on your kness?” you could feel like a cold snake going down your body, taking shivers wherever it touched with the way he talked to you. You left the stage and kneeled in front of him, his tall figure hovering over you and you couldn’t feel smaller. He ran the tip of his fingers on your face and hair and you closes your eyes enjoying the touch. “Now put that smart mouth of yours to some use, eh? Suck me” you were dazed, your body reacting by instinct as you pulled his pants and underwear together, his penis finally getting free of the confiments of the fabric and hanging hard in front of you. 

Never in your right state of mind you’d think a dick was pretty, but Seonghwa’s was a sight to be seen. He was on the bigger size and it was thick. You saliveted imagining his girth splitting you open when he fucked you and your legs stinctively rubbed together and you could hear a little chuckle that came out of the man’s mouth when you did. You finally grabbed the member in your hands, excited with how big it looked in your hands, and took a squeeze. You licked his slit, the salty tasty of his precum touching your tongue before your started licking it’s sides slowly trying to wet the length. While one your hands stood on its base, holding a bit tight, the other went to massage his balls as you kept licking it stroke by stroke like a popsicle. Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your mouth to finally suck him, which you gladly did. You started to bob your head, each time trying to fit more in your mouth. When the tip hit the back of your throat it was the first time he moaned a bit louder, grabbing your head again and looking down at you, that looked up with the most innocent eyes you could convey.

“I really wanna fuck your mouth, princess” you nodded, holding his tights and looking at him one more time as a confirmation. He grabbed your head by your hair, holding you im place before starting to move his hips slowly, but as soon as he heard the filthy sounds of your mouth on his dick and the spit falling to the sides of it he lost and started to fuck your mouth fully. You tried to breathe through the nose your mouth was too busy gagging on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. “Fuck! You’re so hot like this” he managed to say through his grunts, right hand caressing your face softly as he cleaned the tears that started to fall. “Just a little bit more, princess. I wanna cum in your mouth and I wanna see you swallow it all like a good girl” you nodded freneticaly, holowing your cheeks a bit more as he kept using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. 

As his grunts and moans and whispers of princess started to fall more repeatedly from his mouth you could feel your pussy starting to pulse as well, his moans were so hot and you were the one causing them, you couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the ego boost. Not only that, but anyone could walk at any minute and see you devouring his cock. With a few more thrusts Seonghwa finally came in your mouth, a bit of his semen falling out of your mouth and landing on your chest. You swallowed the thick liquid and showed your empty mouth to him proudly. “Such a good girl for me. If you keep like that I might reward you” you smiled at him, eyes hazy from pleasure. 

He pulled you on your feet and started to lick his own mess on your boobs. “Fuck, Hwa” you managed to moan. The scene alone was too hot for you, he was cleaning his own cum and your spit from your chest. He was filthy. In all the good ways.

The man got on his knees and took the rest of clothes you had, his hands squeezing the skin of your legs and going up to your mons pubis, caressing the soft skin and eye-fucking you. “Now here’s how we gonna do, you’re gonna rest your back on the edge of the stage, open your legs and put one of them on my shoulder” you did as he told you to, anticipating what was about to come. He smirked at you before without any warning or preparation attack your clit with licks. You almost fell from the sensation but your leg on his shoulder held you in place. His mouth kept working wonders on you, from his thick lips sucking you, to his long tongue licking you up and down, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over your vulva. Your hands held the edge of the wooden stage, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding not to fall. “You taste heavenly, yn. I could eat you out all day” you don’t know how he managed to speak but you were too turned on to care, the coil in your stomach starting to grow as he kept his ministrations. “Now I understand why the men gave you at least two orgasms, I could give you so much more just by tasting this delicious pussy of yours” his hoarse voice mixed with his dirty words made you moan louder, one of the hands finally leaving the stage to hold on his hair, pushing him closer to your core.

He started to enter the tip on his tongue inside your vagina and you lost, finally coming without a warning on his face, moaning his name like a prayer but he didn’t stopped. He moved his tongue to your clit again and finally inserted two fingers inside you. You lost your balance almost falling on top of him with the sudden intrusion added to your sensitivity post orgasm. “Se.. Seonghwa… More, please” 

“More what, princess? Tell me what you need” the vibrations of his words on your clit and the rapid pace of his fingers send you over the edge instantly, your second orgasm threatening to explode.

“Dick.. I need your dick, please” your head hung back as he darkly chuckled and started going faster with his fingers. Your mouth opened but almost no sound left, you were already completely fucked out and he had even fucked you properly yet. 

“Cum again for me, baby. Cum again and then I’ll give you my cock” you nodded rapidly, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips as he added a third finger and you finally came again, this time stronger, your legs finally giving out on his shoulders but thankfully he was there to hold you. He gently placed you on top of the stage, getting inbetween your legs and wiping the sweat out of your forehead. “Are you sure you still can take my cock, princess? You seem tired already” you denied with your head, hands circling around his neck as you kissed him. 

The kiss was once again calm and gentle, like your mouths were meeting each other again after many years and cherishing the sensations of the other. You sighed against his lips and brought your body closer to his, chest flushed against each other and warmth irradiating from both bodies. He deepened the kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue as his arms held you flush in your place by your lower back. You two made out hapilly for a while until your bodies started to grow impacient and horny again.

Without separating your mouths, he guided the tip of his member into you, slowly entering your vagina. You moaned against his mouth, face scrunching with the sudden intrusion. You were right, his girth was gonna rip you. The man didn’t say a word, but you could see by his smirk that he was feeling himself with the way you almost didn’t take his cock, stretching you open just for him to ruin you for the next men that even though of getting near you. Not that just his mouth alone hadn’t done the job.

When he felt your walls pulsating around him, he started to move slowly, being careful to not going too fast to quickly otherwise he wouldn’t last long just by the way you were squeezing him inside you. “Breath deeply, princess. Look at you, taking my cock so well” you nodded, fingers holding his shoulders. “Are you cock drunk already? I barely fucked you and you are already cock drunk for me?” you nodded again, a whine leaving your lips as he started to quicken his pace a little. “I want you to remember today, baby. I want you to remember my cock everytime you’re going to fuck those stupid men again”

“Hwa…” you moaned, head hanging low and resting on his shoulders. “I want you, only you to fuck me, please…” you choked on a moan as he sudenly started to piston inside you, his arms holding your legs open even wider, the lewd noise of skin slapping echoing through the empty room as he fucked you into oblivion. “I’m… close…”

“I can feel it, princess, me too, cum for me so I can fill you up” you threw yourself back, lower body falling almost with a thud and arched your back. With a few more thrust and dirty words by the man, you came undone on his cock, almost no sound coming out of your mouth as he kept fucking you even faster before stopping by a halt and letting his seed paint your walls. 

His body fell on top of yours, his weight comfortably reminding you that you were alive and everything was real. The following silence making you feel comforted, at home, like you never felt before. Not even at the meetings. Maybe it was the warmth of his cum and softening cock inside you, but you never felt so full, physically and emotionally. And that scared you.

After a few more minutes of you both getting your energy back, he finally came out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness and wave of cold air that hit your body. He grabbed a cloth from God knows where and cleaned yours and his mess, before handing your clothes for you to put back. Even with jelly legs you managed to finish the task.

He pushed you against his chest by your lower back, a smirk on his lips before he spoke “I hope that from now on you don’t fuck that stupid soldiers of your father again”.

“I won- Wait what?” you blinked at your scared expression, like a deer caught in headlight. “You always knew?” he nodded. “I…”

“What? You thought we were too dumb to know that? You came out of nowhere, no registration, clothes made with fabric that nobody under here has access, always glowy and healthy”

“So why didn’t you guys killed me?” you asked genuinely dumbstruck. So all his talk about you being intriguing was a lie? The sex was a lie too?

“Because you are much more worthy alive than dead, at least for us” 

“So you were using me this whole time?” he nodded.

“Yes but not so much” you tilted your head in confusion. “You see, we dind’t know who or what you were until your first plan, your informations were very valuable to us, but until that day, you were just another rebelion” you looked at your feet, not knowing how to feel after all. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with the tip of his fingers, making you look at him. “Might I ask why you decided to rebel against your father?”

“He’s not my father, at least he doesn’t consider me his daughter and don’t consider him my father, I’m a woman, I can’t rule after him” you sighed and kept going. “Not that I want anyways, I hate this place and I hate this system, I wanna know the world, I wanna know different places, different people, I want to leave this country that lives like we are stuck eternally in the past. I hate my grandfather for doing this and hate my dad even more for still doing this. Those selfish bastards. I hope they rot in-” he cut your rant with a kiss and just then you realized how angry, sad and desperate you were, tears spilling down your cheeks as you finally allowed yourself to be weak and vulnerable. He held your face between his hands and looked into your eyes, foreheads touching each other.

“Let’s make a deal, you, me and the rest of the group are gonna dethrone your father with your help from the inside and when that happens, I’ll take you to meet the world, ok?” you nodded. “But you gotta promise one thing first”

“What?”

“Just fuck me from now on”

“Oh that it’s a promise I am more than glad to keep”.

Chapter Text

You paced around the little room. The skin around your nails already hurting from how much you’ve been biting them while waiting for any news from your boyfriend and his friends.

You looked over the small dirty window and saw the grey and ashy sky of the country. You don’t even remember seeing the sun, ever since the revolution started years ago and the opponent side won, the world have turned into a big mess of ashes and destruction, the few pieces of vegetation existing being the small weeds that besides all the pollution and destruction rose upon the cement cracks and dry soils. They are, somehow, the reason you still believe in a better future. And Yunho.

You still remember how you met him and the others, your father was one of the heads behind the rebellion against the state, always busy trying to make this destruction stop. He was a very smart man and raised you and your older brother alone after your mother left you three to run away with the chief of the opponents when you were born. Your dad recruited young children and teenagers who wanted to fight, and Yunho was one of them. 

He was your age, his chubby cheeks fuller to make him look stronger but his eyes and the way his knuckles were white from hilding into a fist betrayed him. 

The first time you had contact was when you helped his wound a few months after he joined the rebellion, you were one of those responsible for the nursing, alongside his friend Jongho, that joined with him.

“Are you okay, man?” the younger asked and he nodded, clearly scared.

“If you want to be part of this, you’ll have to be stronger. The state army have no fear nor remorse, not even for young people like us” you stated as you prepared the gauze to clean the cut. “I know it’s hard” he nodded and held all the pain he could. That day he promised to fight not only for his family and friends, but for you as well.

As the years passed by, the young chubby boy you used to know grew to be one of the best body combat fighters as well as shooter, his body now tall and well built made every one swoon over him. When your dad and brother were killed, Yunho was the one that held you close and wiped your tears, the one that soothe your pain away and made sure you were strong enough to go back to your duty as the head nurse. All while assuming the combat training chief position. 

So when you looked at the watch in your wrist and saw that Yunho was more than half an hour late you panicked. You didn’t even believe in god but started praying for him to come home safe and sound to your arms. 

Him, Seonghwa, Hoongjoong, San and Yeosang went to a mission on the frontier a week ago and you marked to meet in the spot this very day at 3pm but so far no news of him or the others. The minutes seem to pass one by each hour yet, at the same time, to fly fast. 

It was past 4pm, your eyes betraying you and watering down on the thought of losing Yunho, the hope was almost gone but then a loud noise scared you. The first thought being that they came to get you. The enemies. You stood quiet in your corner of the room, listening to the noises that seemed to be happening a few floors under the one you were. You hugged your legs and more tears spilled as you expected the worst to fund you. 

And then you heard silence. Everything went quiet. The only sound being your fastened heartbeat and steps that came closer and closer by second. You closed your eyes and waited.

“Yn? Yn, are you here?” You recognized Seonghwa’s voice and immediately jumped into his arms to hug your friend. “Hey hey hey. It’s fine, big brain. We’re back” he hugged you back and let you cry on his shoulders seeing how overwhelmed you were. 

“What happened? Why are you guys late? Where’s the rest? Where’s Yunho? Is he okay? Please tell he’s fine and safe and-“

“Yn, calm down” the tall man held your shoulders. “We were surprised by an enemy troop while almost arriving at the gates. We had to wait till we could attack”

“And what were those noises before you entered?” 

“There were more of them waiting for us here, thankfully they didn’t know you were here as well otherwise…” he went quiet and you understood what he meant. Seonghwa always has been the reason in the group, always making sure everyone was both physically and mentally well. 

“And where’s Yunho? And the others?” 

“They are back at the HQ, Hongjoong, San, and Yunho were hurt a little. But they’re fine!” He was quick to add seeing your eyes widen when he mentioned your boyfriend’s name. “Let’s go back eh? I know you want to see him” you nodded and quickly started to go down the stairs, a few dead men over the floors and some of your people collecting everything useful they had. 

You couldn’t help but notice the number of dead men, especially on the first floor and your heart squeezed thinking about how many of these Yunho and the boys had to fight knowing that they were at a disadvantage. “There were many but you know how good San is with traps and Yeosang in bulk killing” Seonghwa spoke as he could read your thoughts. You nodded and sat in the passenger seat of his van, more anxious than before. 

As soon as the van stopped in front of the nurse HQ you jumped out of the vehicle and ran to find Yunho. 

“Wing four” you hear someone scream to you and you went straight to the place. 

You opened the door and there he was, sitting naked on top of the doolie, his back facing you and you could see some cuts, burns and scratches.  He heard your footsteps and turned around, a smile finding its way on his lips amidst the dry blood and wounds. 

He left the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him and before you could even think about hurting him more, you ran to his arms, burying your face in his chest and crying all over again. 

“Sh, little one. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere” he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head. 

“You scared me, I almost thought I had lost you” you confessed to him, feeling the anxiety finally leave your body, legs becoming a bit weak after the tension vanished.

“I’m not going anywhere, love” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes and wiped your tears, his smile never leaving his lips. “I love you too much to simply leave you like this, you have to make more effort to get rid of me” 

You chuckled, even after being beaten and hurt, even after almost dying, he still had the energy to be playful and make you feel better. “I love you so much, Yunho” he nodded, pecking your nose. “I love you too, my love”.

You kept in each others’ arms for some time, just enjoying the presence and warmth of your bodies before you remembered you had to treat his wounds and clean him. 

“Go to the bath to clean the dirt and relax your muscles. I’ll grab the things to clean your wounds and patch you up, k?” 

While he did as you said, you grabbed the necessary items from the other room and prepared some ointments and medications.

“Were you waiting for me to come and stitch you?” You asked as you entered back the room, putting everything in its place and going with gauze and some antiseptic spray to disinfect the cuts and bruises. You sat at the edge of the tub, bending towards the bigger cut in his chest. 

“Always. Only my little bunny knows how to treat me” he sniffed your neck making your skin shiver. 

“You could have had an infection with that” you could feel him tense up his muscles under your touch as you spread the ointment and analyzed if it needed stitches. He smirked when he saw you bite your lips when you felt his broad chest in your hands. You always have been obsessed with Yunho’s body and, for some wicked reason, every time you saw him with some type of bruise your body heated all up knowing that those were symbols of his strength and that he could kill someone with his bare hands. 

“I knew it was not that bad. Besides…” he slowly ran his fingers through your exposed arms and legs, the hairs getting bristly at the touch. He smirked. “I was dying to touch you” 

“You almost died and that’s all you can think of?” you were scolding him but deep down your thoughts were the same. Such as that you locked the door before entering the bath area. That also didn’t go unnoticed by the man. 

“Of course! What if I died before claiming you mine one last time?” He put you on his lap inside the bath, wetting your whole uniform.

“Yunho! My clothes!”

“I’m gonna take them off anyways, bunny, you won’t need them to be dry” his lips attacked your neck, kissing, licking, biting, marking you like a hungry animal with his prey. “The last thing you should be right now is dry”. You threw your head back and enjoyed the touch of his lips on your skin. You had missed him dearly. 

His hands started to roam your body up and down and you could feel and see his erection underneath you. The cold bath water already welcoming the warmth in your body, cooling the fire that seemed to consume you both. 

Finally, his lips met yours, hungry and desperate, fighting against yours as he needed your air to live, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. His hands held your hips strongly and started to rub your clothed core against his dick that you could feel hard even under the thick fabric of your pants. “Fuck baby, all I could think about while fighting those men was coming home alive so I could fuck you senseless” Yunho whispered in your ears as he kept you rubbing yourself on him. “Did you miss me, bunny? Did you miss my cock buried in your pussy?” You could only nod, too caught up in the feeling building at the pit of your belly. “Are you already close? Are you that cock starved that just rubbing your cunt on me is enough?”

You did not answer, not being able to form any sentence, everything coming out of your mouth being nonsense babbles and moans.

It didn’t matter how many times Yunho had touched you or made love to you, every single time felt like the first. He had a special power in making you putty in his hands just by touching you, whispering dirty things into your ears. He knew exactly how to get you worked up and desperate for him. 

But on his side it wasn’t any different. Every time his nervous system felt the texture of your skin on his hands it was like he had never touched something so sublime, it was almost as if he could taste you in the tips of his calloused fingers. The roughness of your skin was something he could only feel by touching. The years of helping people and handling the apocalypse that became this earth marked up in your body, in the way your skin reacted to his touch, the scars of your own battles adorning you like you were a hand-crafted fabric. He loved each and every part of you. The visible and invisible signs of your strength, determination and will. He loved the strong and determined person you were. He could admire you for days but he always thought that nothing showed his love and adoration for you as the way he made love to you. 

And that’s exactly what he was planning to do. 

The man started taking your wet clothes away from your body, slowly, feeling every inch and bump from your skin. The shirt being the first one, the fabric clinging to your wet body like a vice but Yunho was more vicious than a simple shirt. 

Your chest, now fully in disposal, rising up and down with your uneven breath caught his eyes immediately and he listened to his intrusive thoughts and dipped his face in between them, smelling your scent and enjoying the warmth of your skin. 

You reached his face and grabbed with both hands, making him look at you. His eyes black, dilated with lust yet still covered in love. “I love you, Yunho” you spoke in a whisper, joining your foreheads. His smile was bright as he nodded and joined your lips in a slow and sweet kiss. The one he expects to feel the day you get to get married. “I love you too”. 

He kissed you again as his right hand enclosed what he could get of your left boob, squeezing and massaging it. You cut the kiss to breathe, throwing your head back. Yunho took advantage of your position to put your other breast in his mouth. Sucking it, biting it, and licking it. You were far too gone in the pleasure, your hips starting to move again on top of his dick, making him moan on your chest, the vibrations sending shivers down your body and concentrating in between your legs, your walls closing against nothing. 

Your boyfriend kept his assault on your chest for a few minutes, enjoying the way he could make you squirm just by playing with your boobs. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

When he was satisfied with the purple marks all over your chest he lifted you both up from the tub and took you to the bed he was previously on, sitting you and standing between your legs. He started kissing you again, his mouth and hands eager for you. “Baby please do something” you moaned against his mouth and grabbed his hands to put on top of your clothed core. “I need you"

“Your wish is my command, Princess” he gave you one last kiss before getting on his knees and taking your pants and panties off. The cool air hitting your labia and making you shiver in anticipation. He gently opened your legs more so he could be inside them, his lips ever so gently touching your inner thigh. Yunho was a strong man and he knew you loved when he used that on you, so he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to his face, thighs resting on his shoulder as his lips finally touched where you wanted the most. His tongue licking from bottom to top, lapping every single drop of your wetness that rested there. To him, your taste was the same as dionysus wine should taste, bittersweet, intoxicating and addicting, he could live just with your taste. 

His fingers spread your labia open as he made sure to give a powerful suck at your clit, a particularly loud moan leaving your lips as you quickly covered them trying not to be too loud. He kept his assault at your clit, alternating between circling and licking up and down and left to right, spelling the whole alphabet against your little bundle of nerves that sent desperate signals to your brain, the fire in the pit of your stomach rising dangerously fast. When he felt you squirming against him, he held you down on the bed and lowered his attack to your hole, entering it with the tip of his tongue, provoking you, tickling your insides, making you want more. 

“Baby, fuck, please” you managed to moan out in midst all the pleasure. “Do something, please” he chuckled but nevertheless he gave what you wanted, what you needed, and started to fuck you with his tongue, thumb going to your clit and drawing circles to help with your pleasure. Your moans started to get louder and louder, your hands that covered your mouth were now attached to your boyfriend’s hair, pulling his face closer to your vulva. You were so lost in the feeling. The fire in your belly snapped and you came undone in his mouth, him never stopping his movements, riding you through your orgasm. His mouth then replaced his thumb and he inserted two fingers knuckles deep inside you. An obscene scream left you as you felt your belly tighten again.

“You’re doing so well for me, bunny. Such a good girl taking everything I give. Can you give me another orgasm, huh?” His deep voice praised you, his fingers going faster and faster inside you, your clit swollen and sensitive from all the pleasure and friction against it. Your voice betrayed you, a high gasp coming out instead as you nod your head. Legs shaking on top of his shoulder. 

Soon enough another orgasm waved through your body, leaving you already in shambles on top of him. Yunho helped you ride out your orgasm again, this time stopping his ministrations and getting on his feet again. 

He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself in his tongue, your mind dizzy with pleasure. “I could taste you all day, bunny. But my little friend down here needs a little help” you chuckled at his words and pulled him close to you again, locking his hips with your legs and rubbing your sensitive vulva on his dick. You hissed at the feeling, still sensitive with the previous orgasms. “Can you take me, Princess? Or are you still too sensitive?” 

“I can always take you, baby” you grabbed his dick in your hand and started to put the condom on him, torturing him with how slow you were sliding the piece and how sometimes you’d squeeze his member in the process. “After all, you were the one who got me addicted to your dick, isn’t it? Made me your cock slut”

“Fuck yn don’t talk like that” you smirked at his reaction and aligned the tip of his dick in your entrance. 

He slowly pushed inside you, the burning of the stretch making you lay your back flat on the bed, hands grabbing the sheets. To say Yunho was gifted with his dick was just a fact. He was just the right size for you but it was the girth that always made you cry. In a good way. In a delicious way actually. No matter how much he preps you, stretches you open with his fingers, nothing will compare to him slowly entering you until he’s balls deep inside you. He always waits for you to get used to his size and start moving by yourself. 

“You are made for me, baby bun. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He pulled you by the back of your neck close to him, foreheads glued as your eyes stared at each other. His hips ever so deliciously moving at a punishing slow pace, getting as deep as he could. 

“Faster… please” you moaned and threw yourself back against the bed, back arching with the feeling. “Need… more…”

“Is my baby cock drunk already? Can’t even speak properly?” He mocked you but still gave you what you wanted, pistoning his hips against you, one of his hands going to your clit and the other wrapped around your neck. Your eyes rolled at the overstimulation, feeling so much at the same time. “Good god bunny you look so hot right now. Wish you could see yourself, all fucked out and cock dumb for me. Such a good girl. Go on baby, cum for me again. I know you can do it” you nodded desperately, a string of whispered yes leaving your lips as you felt the burning feeling take you over for the third time and snap a few minutes after. Your juices starting to fall down your legs, an obscene squelch sound reverberating in the room as you weren’t even able to moan anymore. 

Suddenly Yunho took his dick out of you and before you could even question it, he turned you around, bending you on the bed, legs falling wobbly from the edge. “I’m not finished yet, bunny” he spread your ass cheeks and entered you again, the new position and the sensitivity almost knocking you out, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as he went even faster this time. “If you give me another orgasm I’ll reward you. So be a good girl and cum again, okay?” You nodded, body too weak to resist. 

Yunho then slithered his hand under your chest and pushed you flush against his chest, his hand once again going up to wrap around your throat, getting you even more dizzy and light headed than before. 

“Yunho… p- please” your voice was hoarse and low, the next orgasm ready to snap at your pussy once again. 

The man wasn’t so far from coming himself, his cock twitching inside of you and you both could feel your highs approaching and his thrusts losing its rhythm. He let go of your chest and neck, letting you fall limp onto the bed as he grabbed your hips to get more stability. 

He kept thrusting, a bunch of profanities and praises to you leaving his mouth as he came, his hips losing its speed but going as deep as he could. His right hand reached your clit with some difficulty and started playing with it to help you reach your high as well, his hips never stopping its slow and deep thrusts. 

Within seconds you reached your fourth and last orgasm of the night. Your whole body aching in delicious pain and overstimulation. Little whimpers left your mouth and finally Yunho stilled inside of you and felt on top of you, his weight being comforting against your completely gone body. 

“I fucking love you so much” he whispered against your ear, leaving small ticklish kisses against it. 

“I fucking love you so much too, Yunho” you smiled against the bed, sighing happily. 

After a few minutes he lifted himself and got out of your body, going to the bathroom to take the condom out and clean himself. He damped a piece of cloth and came to clean you, careful not to hurt you. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to exist after today” you chuckled as he cleaned you, your whole body aching now that the pleasure was gone and the adrenaline went down. 

“I’m sorry, bunny. I went a little overboard” he gently kissed your shoulder blades, caressing your back. 

“No, I loved” you tried to move but your legs were still weak. He grabbed you and put you on top of the bed, throwing the wet cloth away before laying by your side and cuddling you. “I missed you so much” you whispered as you played with his fingers wrapped around your tummy. 

“I missed you too” he deep sighed and held you stronger. “I just want this to end so we can have a peaceful life” you nodded, your eyes getting heavy. “I can’t wait for us to be free and have a huge farm with many animals and our little kids running around and playing with no fear and worries in their life” Yunho nudged his face against your neck, scenting you and feeling his chest warm with love and hope. 

“Soon, baby. Soon” you said as you both drifted asleep, both dreaming with a better world and a future together. 

“Have you guys seen yn?” Jongho asked his friends as he helped the hurt soldiers that came back that day, San hissing at the feeling of the antiseptic spray sting. Seonghwa just chuckled as he exchanged looks with San and Yeosang. “Again? Great! Now I’ll have to clean all that wing again because Yunho can’t hold his dick inside his pants”. The man rolled his eyes as the others laughed at how predictable the couple was.

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The loud cheers from the crowd announced that another one of the prisoners was killed. You winced at the thought of the man’s body torn apart, pieces scattered around the arena for the lion to eat. You always hated those battles, never understanding the need for that. How the world, which was in constant expansion, evolution, and technology evolving to the point of having automatic cars and smart houses, turned into this mess that could only be compared to the ancient times. 

The part of the Earth in which you lived was responsible for the meat, the fields that once were full of life were now dry and full of malnourished animals that only the richest could afford to buy, the other people would have to pick up the pieces of the prisoners to eat, not caring that once that was another human being, the hunger bigger than that. 

“Yn, can you please bring another cup of mead?” The daughter of the state chief, and your mistress, asked while not taking her eyes off the arena in front of her. You nodded and headed to the small makeshift kitchen to grab her drink. 

Not everyone had the luck you had, most people from where you came would be down in the crowd or probably dead like your parents. But destiny was good to you and put you on the same path and the same time and day that your mistress was, saving her from being killed by some of the government objectors. The chief and her husband were so thankful that they gave you a job as her servant and promised to take care of your family when you have one. You were both kids when that happened, so you grew up by her side, accompanying her in every step, even allowing you to study with her. 

It was during one of your study sessions that you learned that in ancient times they used to have something similar to what you had now, panem et circenses, a way of distracting the population from the real problems, keeping them entertained with the battles. It worked back then and it worked now. 

You gave the young woman her drink before going back inside the tent where the chief’s family stood to see the fights. “You really don’t like these, do you?” Her father, a middle-aged short man with a mustache and brows that resembled fluffy caterpillars, asked coming from the other end of the tent, the one where it led to the tunnel that connected the arena to the fort you lived. 

“Violence is not my forte” you replied, handing him a jug of mead. “Never really understood how people could enjoy seeing others being torn apart like rag dolls”

“Me neither, but they seem to enjoy it,” you nodded. “Why don’t you go home?” 

“Oh no, sir, I must wait for mistress and the chief, it’s my duty” 

“Oh don’t worry dear, I can take c-“

“YN! DAD! COME SEE THIS!” You stood by the girl’s side and looked over the arena. “He’s winning the lion”. Down on the sandy ground, you could see a man fighting against the lion, he outsmarted the feline, making it hit its head on the concrete wall several times. You could see the animal was dizzy and probably not seeing its target properly. The fighter grabbed one of the chains that were attached to his body - to make it heavier and harder to run or fight - and threw it at the lion, hitting his sides, the action making the animal roar and try to grab the man, that used the movement as his advantage and jumped on top of the lion’s back and swung another chain around the neck and squeezed tightly. The animal tried to fight but he ended up lying dead on the ground. 

Your mistress raised from her seat and clapped excitedly, joining the screams of the crowd, that cheered the man’s deed. “Bring the man to have dinner with us tonight” the chief said, leaving her chair and going back to the fort, her men following suit, as well as her husband. 

“Don’t you think he was amazing, yn? Killing that lion so cleverly” the girl asked while going back to the fort. “How old do you think he is? He didn’t seem old. Probably my age? Do you think he’d sleep with me?” you chuckled at her words, she was always finding new men to sleep with, her mom’s bodyguard not being enough anymore. “What about you, yn? I’ve never seen you interested in anyone” she looked at you, genuinely curious. You’ve been together forever now, she considered you her best friend, and so could you consider the same. 

“I don’t have time for that, miss Solbin, I have to take care of you” you said, her eyes rolling at your excuses. “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t had my adventures but no one ever caught my attention in that department” you confessed. The chief’s men weren’t your cup of tea, nor you were theirs, which was good to keep your relationship completely professional. And besides them, you barely interacted with anyone else, the ones you did were merely one-night stands.

“So you are open to a relationship?”

“I didn’t say that” she giggled excitedly, as if she was planning something. And knowing Solbin she was.

After safely arriving at the fort and being greeted by the guards, you ran to prepare the woman’s bath for the dinner, grabbing the warm sun water and putting it in the tub, filling it enough for her body to be under the bubbles. Sometimes - most of the times - you thought of how unfair it was for the richest to have warm water, bubble baths, soft pillows, warm clothes, and delicious food, all while more than 90% of the world barely had enough food to survive. All of their riches came from the exploitation of these people. And you, being their employee, enjoyed at least part of it. 

The giggles of the woman shook your thoughts away before leaving the bathroom so she could take her bath alone. When you entered the room she was already missing some pieces of clothing, one of the new guards looking like a lovesick cartoon from the doorframe. “Oh, yn, didn’t see you there” she grabbed the man, pulling him inside.

“I’m leaving now, miss Solbin. The bath is ready, if you need anything else let me know” you said trying to ignore the fact that the man was almost eating her neck. 

“Before I forget, mommy asked you to take some clothes to the prisoner and lead him to the service bathroom” you nodded before leaving, her excited giggles getting trapped behind the giant wooden door.

You walked past the corridor until you arrived at the central hall, where the chief’s husband was helping the employees to arrange everything for the dinner. 

“It’s an important day, no fighter has won the lion for the past twenty years” as if he was reading your mind, the man told you. “Hyebin wants everything perfect” you nodded. “Dear, take those clothes to the man, please. And take him to the service bathroom, it must be empty by now” you nodded again and dismissed yourself, going to the cells under the fort. 

Those cells haven’t been used for centuries, since it was too dangerous to keep the prisoners in the same place as the chief. The fort was an old castle built centuries ago, you always joked that it was when dragons used to exist of how old it was. But it was still some of the most protected and secure places to keep someone like the chief herself and her family. You walked past the only guard that was looking after the prisoner, that, now, wasn’t a prisoner anymore since he won the battle. So why keep him down here? 

As you got closer to his cell, you heard some of the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard, the voice singing it soft, velvety, deep. The lyrics were about this world that once existed, where animals walked free and people were happy, with no worries in their minds, only spending time with their loved ones while baking delicious food. The closer you got, the clearer you could hear how beautiful the voice was and how it felt like you were laying in a soft bed with hundred of soft blankets wrapping around your body.

“Are you enjoying the show?” you snapped out of the trance when you realized you were already in front of his cell, staring at him while you listened to his beautiful voice. He smirked at you and you felt weak on the knees. You have never seen such a beautiful man in front of you. He had a built physique, not like the guards, but his arms were strong and his shoulders wide, giving him this almost superior look. Even all dirty in mud, sand and dry blood he still looked like the most beautiful creature you’ve laid your eyes on. “Are you the chief’s servant?” he asked, leaving the bed and coming closer to you and you noticed how tall he was. 

“Yes, I mean, I’m her daughter’s servant” you bit your tongue at how stupid you sounded stuttering to him. “I’m here to take you to take a bath and get ready for the dinner.”

“Are you going to help me bathe?” the mischievous grin he held as he walked closer to you was your end, making you wet for no reason. You felt so stupid, he said a couple of words and had a smirk and you were already wet.

“No, sir, I am going to show you the bathroom” you gave him the neatly folded clothes you held. “Here are the clothes the chief gave you to wear” he grabbed the pile, hand caressing yours in the process, smirk still on his lips. “If you’re ready, please follow me” you turned around and started to walk outside the dungeon, him following suit.

You could feel your back burning from his stare and unconsciously you started to sway your hips more, as if you were trying to allure him to do something to you. You felt pathetic really, wanting this unknown man to fuck you senseless until you had nothing in your brain besides that beautiful voice of his. And you couldn’t help but wonder how his moans sounded, making you bite your lower lip at the thought. 

“What’s your name, sweetie?” if it was anyone else, you’d cringe at the nickname, but it sounded so good coming from his lips.

“Yn” you answered, finally arriving at the bathroom and opening the door for you two to enter.

“Mine’s Yeosang if you’re interested” he walked past you, leaving the pile of clothes in a dry corner near where the bath was already prepared for him. 

“I’ll leave you be, mister Yeosang, the guards will be waiting outside for you to get ready. Don’t get too long with the bath, the dinner is almost ready and you wouldn’t want to leave Ms. Hyebin and her family waiting” you closed the door behind you and let out a deep sigh.

“He’s that hot?” Yohan, one of the guards, asked you with a playful smile on his lips. 

“Fuck off and do your job” you left the place to go back to the hall, your head spinning in millions different directions. How could someone be this hot and alluring? What was his trick? 

You kept your way to Solbin’s room, hoping she had sent the guard she was fucking back to his job, you didn’t want to see anyone having sex. Not in the bothered state you were. 

For your enjoyment, the man was already gone and the woman was almost ready for the dinner, her beautiful delicate face adorned with a pink blush that gave her even more of a youthful look than she already had. You two had almost the same age, you being two years older than her, yet, you looked more aged than her, probably from work and sun damage. “Oh, you’re there, yn. I thought you wouldn’t come back” she smiled at you through the mirror. “Aren’t you going to bathe? The dinner is almost ready and I bet the man is almost done with his hygiene as well” you nodded. 

“I was just making sure you were on time, miss Solbin” you answered, helping her to put one of her hair pieces. “I was worried you’d be late again” she giggled. 

“Oh you know… these men never take too long” she lifted herself from the chair and went to the full-body mirror, admiring her outfit. “Now go, yn. You don’t want to leave mother waiting” 

“Yes, miss” you left her room and went to yours, which was next door. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, face wet in sweat, hair disheveled and clothes dirty.

You took your clothes off and threw the dirty pile in a corner, you’d deal with them later, and decide on a quick shower, not wanting to take too long. The cold water hit your warm skin, making the body hair bristle and the pores shiver. You started to hum the same song Yeosang was singing earlier and your mind wandered back to him, to his voice, his smirk, his voice. You kept imagining how he’d look under the bubbly water, his body in all its glory. How his muscles must be hard and defined, his legs just as strong as his arms. Maybe his little friend was as pretty as him. Without even thinking your hand went south, touching your body through the way down before finding its way in between your legs, playing with the folds of your vulva, the tip of your index and middle finger starting to slowly circle your clit. You threw your head back, mouth agape but no sound left, you got used to being quiet so no one would listen to you. You kept your assault on your clit, going faster with each passing second until you reached your orgasm. When you came back to your senses and you realized what you did, you felt dirty, almost disgusting, for masturbating to a man you didn’t even know. 

You quickly came out of the shower, putting on the only clothes you had for occasions like that. You looked yourself over in the mirror, the dress pants hugging your hips and thighs just right, enhancing every curve you had, the matching vest and beige button up shirt looked gorgeous on you, you had to admit that. Even though it was the only outfit you had, it still made you feel pretty confident in your body. You put on your black boots and went to the hall where Solbin and Yeosang were already there, happily talking. The guards and maids watched their interaction in their spot. 

You greeted the fellow staff and got to your position behind Solbin, a few steps back. The woman didn’t even realize you arrived, completely lost in her flirting game with the man in front of her, the two whispering things to each other and talking I. Each others’ ears. In the corner of your eye, you could see the guard she had previously fucked throwing daggers with his eyes at Yeosang. She only acknowledged your presence when the man in front of her smirked looking at you. She turned around and smiled at you. 

“Yn, come sit with us at the table” she motioned her hand for you to join them but you refused. 

“It’s okay, miss Solbin, I’ll stay with the staff”

“Oh come on, yn~” she extended your name, pouting at you. “I thought we were best friends” you chuckled at her, always trying to get you with her cuteness. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m not part of the staff, I’m still your servant” she rolled her eyes and when she was about to debate, her mother and father appeared. 

“Solbin is right, yn, you may be staff but you are almost part of the family” the woman spoke as she walked across the wooden floor, her steps echoing every time the heels met the floor. “Sit with us, I insist” she motioned to the chair next to Yeosang and you bowed, accepting the offer. 

You awkwardly sat by his side, still a little uncomfortable. Not only with the fact that you were having privileges over the other employees, which you always hated but also because you could feel your face heating with the thought that you just masturbated thinking about the man on your side. 

The maids brought over the tray carts filled with food and put the plates in front of you. You knew they had made Ms. Hyebin’s favorite, roast lamb with mint sauce. You noticed how Yeosang’s eyes shined looking at the food and wondered how much he starved.

Everyone waited for the chief to take the first bite before starting to eat as well. 

“So, Yeosang, right? How did you become a prisoner?” The woman asked, eyes never leaving the man. 

“I lost my job as a fisherman and couldn’t buy my sister’s medicine anymore, so when she died I got angry and drunk more than I should have and ended up breaking the pharmacy” he simply said, almost as if didn’t affect him, but you could see his left leg bouncing under the table and instinctively you put your hand on top of it to hold it down. 

“What did she have?”

“Leukemia. The medicine didn’t cure but it retarded the effects” she nodded to him once again. 

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I wish we could do more for the population but as you know, the main government doesn’t allow us to do anything without prior approval” it was Yeosang’s turn to nod. “I assume I am really privileged to come from the family I came from and have the opportunities I had but not even 10% of the population worldwide have this chance” she sighed looking at her plate, defeated for being part of this system. 

“So… you were a fisherman?” It was her husband’s turn to talk, trying to lift up the mood and change subjects. Which worked. 

The dinner was nice, even the other staff joined after a while. Hyebin, a bit drunk and overwhelmed with her own feelings, invited them to be part of the celebration as well. It was past 2 am when the chief and her husband decided to go to bed, mostly him making her go due to her wasted state. You were the next one to excuse yourself, not wanting to cock-block Yeosang and Solbin, that seemed to get along pretty well. 

You arrived at your room, taking the clothes off and folding them neatly, and storing them away before putting on your nightgown and going to bed. You were almost asleep when you heard a knock on your door. Groaning a little from being interrupted, you left your bed and opened the door, a smirking Yeosang behind it. “Hi, sweetie” his voice a little bit lower and hoarse from the alcohol. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, a bit self conscious with the transparency of your camisole. 

“Yes, you can” he pushed himself inside your room and closed the door behind him. “You see, there’s this servant that I can’t stop thinking about, the way their hands were warm holding my leg still under the table” he started to take steps towards you, and you took steps back until the back of your knees hit your bed, making you fall sitting on it. He stopped in front of you and got on his knees. And you couldn’t deny that that was one of the hottest images you’ve seen. “The way the curve of their breasts kept getting my eye and all I thought was that I wanted to put my face between them while fucking them in front of everyone” you gulped at his words. The man grabbed one of your hands and put on top of his pants, you could feel his member hard under the fabric. “Can you help me with my problem?” You looked over his dark eyes and nodded, breath getting stuck in your throat when he pulled you closer to him by your waist and attacked your lips. 

And dear god you don’t even remember the last time you kissed someone so good. His lips were rough on you, moving with hunger, kissing you like your lives depended on it. His hands were everywhere, all over your body, giving special attention to your thighs that were right in front of him. You never felt so turned on by something, by someone, you didn’t know if it was his body, his voice, his smile, how his throat would do low rumbles every time he’d lower his kisses to your throat and collarbones. He stopped his ministrations so he could take off your nightgown, revealing your uncovered breasts and the thin material of your underwear, which he could see that it had a damp spot on it. His lips were instantly on one of your breasts, sucking the hardened nipple and soft flesh, all while his hand played with the other, pinching the soft bud in between his fingers, earning a soft moan coming from your mouth.

“Yeosang…” you mewled under his ministrations, aching more. “Please, I need more” he chuckled at your neediness but deep inside he was just like you. So his lips left your tit, to go down to your core, hands expertly taking your underwear off, the fabric sticking to your wetness. Yeosang didn’t waisted his time, mouth going straight to your cunt, licking a stripe from bottom to top so he could taste you.

“God, you taste so good, yn” he kept licking your slit, gathering all the taste he could, growls leaving from his throat. You were merciless, really, mind already empty, not a single thought just the way he was eating you out, making your hole pulse against nothing. 

His mouth attacked your clit, sucking the bud and making you moan louder than you expected. The long period without having sex made you more sensitive to anything he’d do to your body. You kept moaning as he kept sucking on your clit, your right hand holding his locks and keeping him close to your pussy, not that he planned on leaving soon. His assault on your engorged bud now getting rougher, the tip of his tongue dancing against it, going in circles. 

When you were getting closer to your orgasm, he stopped what he was doing, edging you and making you squirm on top of the bed, whining and pleading him for your release. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he chuckled at you before getting on his feet and grabbing your camisole. “I want you to be a good servant for me, okay?” you nodded, eyes watery from having your orgasm taken away. He manhandled your body with ease on top of the bed, making you lay right in the middle, head on your pillows. He grabbed both your hands and put them on top of your head, using your camisole to tie your wrists against the metal frame of the bed. “Are you gonna be a good servant for me and let me use you?” you nodded, almost cumming from the way he looked at you, from how merciless you were once again, you could be in danger, he could do anything he wanted to you, yet the situation only excited you more. “I want words, baby”

“Yes, use me, Yeosang. Please” you squirmed your hips, knots on your wrist tightening as you pulled them.

“So good for me, baby” he licked your lips. “I gonna use you and make both of us feel good, ‘k?” you nodded again, yesses leaving your mouth like a vice.

Before you could even register, he took off all of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, his dick finally free from the pants and your mouth watered at the sight, the tip already leaking pre cum and angry red, his shaft completely hard, tilting slightly upwards. He smirked at your reaction, getting between your legs again, but still not giving what you wanted, he inserted two fingers inside you, a loud and elongated moan leaving your lips at the sudden yet delicious intrusion. Yeosang didn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers or anything and started to pump his digits inside and out of you, disappearing completely inside of you before coming out and repeating the process at an excruciating speed yet so delicious. He added his thumb on your clit, now both of his hands working fast on you, orgasm approaching each second it passed and he could feel by the way your walls started to grip his fingers.

With a few more circles on your clit you came undone for the first time, exploding into his hands, lewd sounds coming from down under where your wetness increased even more. The man didn’t stop his ministrations, using your orgasm to enter a third finger easily, now his mouth going down to suck and lick your clit once in a while, overstimulation making your legs shake. 

“Go on, give me another one” he said, face millimeters away from your pussy, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive nub. He increased speed on your hole even more, your walls eating his three fingers as his thumb rubbed circles again on your clit. Before you could even register what was happening, vision going black and mind going blank you came again, your juices squirting all over him as you moaned so loud from the feeling. “Gosh you’re so hot, yn. I didn’t know you could do that” he licked your folds, cleaning a bit of the mess before licking his fingers and whipping the salty liquid from his face.

“Neither… Neither did I” you confessed, it was indeed your first time coming like that, and if you weren’t so fucked out already, you’d be proud of yourself. You locked your legs around his legs, moaning as a way to say you wanted his cock. He chuckled at your state, already completely gone.

“Are you sure you can take my dick, babe? Don’t you wanna rest a little?” you denied with your head.

“Fuck me, please, I need it so bad” you pleaded, hips squirming.

“Just because you were such a good little servant for me and let me use you” you nodded and hissed at the feeling of the tip of his dick touching your abused hole. “God, you’re such a slut, huh? Can’t be one second without being stuffed” you nodded desperately, begging him to fill you up, not a care in the world, not a single thought on your head besides Yeosang fucking you.

Before he entered you, he untied your wrists, letting your weak wobbly arms free to touch him. Finally. And then with a sharp and precise thrust, he entered you, filling you up to the brim, the tip of his long dick touching just the right spot. “Fuck, babe, your walls hug me so well. So warm” he started to move, taking almost all of his member out before slamming back in, a guttural moan leaving your lips each time, his speed increasing with each movement. Your arms finally regained some strength and you circled around his neck, pushing your chests together, your lips going to the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving bites on the sun-kissed skin, and earning growls and moans from him as well.

You could feel his high approaching because his movements started to become more erratic, the pace slowing. “Cum for me Yeosang, I can feel you getting close. Don’t you?” he moaned at your sweet fucked out voice in his ear. You pressed your fingernails on his back, the pain making him even closer. 

“I want you to cum first” he managed to say. His right hand sneaking between your bodies and started to draw circles on your clit. 

You didn’t know who was more fucked out, you or him, but either way, he managed to make you cum around him once again, body leaving his and going limp against the bed, eyes closed and arms spread out as he kept riding your orgasm before he reached his, taking his member off of you and cumming all over your belly and chest, some of his load falling right on top of your nipple and he couldn’t hold himself, licking his own cum out of your still hardened nub, his salty taste being welcomed in his tongue.

You pulled his face and kissed him, his cum falling to your mouth as you hummed at the feeling and taste. The filthy act almost feeling like a bonding moment between you two.

You let your drowsiness get the best of you and fell asleep, all sweaty and covered and cum.

When you woke up, already the next morning, the sun rays leaking through a few holes in the curtain and birds chirping happily outside, you were already cleaned up, camisole back on your body, and no sight of Yeosang whatsoever. You moved, body still aching from the night before, a smile growing on your lips as flashes from the sex started to replay in your brain. 

Just as you were about to take a shower you found a piece of paper with messy handwriting and a tiny doodle in the corner.

“Sorry I couldn’t stay the night with you, baby, I had to go back to get my freedom. If you want to repeat the dose you can find me at the hostel next to the sea. I’ll be waiting. Ps.: I took a little souvenir from you with me. I hope you don’t mind ;) Yeosang”

You just then realized you were not wearing any underwear. That little pervert. Still, you smiled stupidly, thinking about looking for him as soon as your body recovered.

“I can see the night was enjoyable” you looked over the door, a smirking Solbin leaned against the frame, arms crossed on top of his chest as if she was scolding you.

“Was I too loud?” you asked and she just entered the room, closing the door behind her and sitting by your side on the bed.

“These rooms are soundproof, darling, you’re safe. We actually saw him leave this noon” she smiled and held your hands. “Now tell me everything. I want to know” she giggled like an excited little girl getting a new toy.

“It was mindblowingly great” she squealed and you smiled, starting to tell her about your night.

Chapter Text

Everyone expected you two to get married. San and yn, the perfect duo. You two grew up together, coming from the same poor survival village, living just a few houses from each other and being one of the few kids that still had dreams of a better future. The freaks, how your neighbors and other kids would call. But you didn’t care, San was your safe place and you were his.

You grew up sneaking from your parents and climbing trees, hunting small animals together, learning how to plant and harvest from old books that survived the virus decades ago. Your families did not stand each other but did not interfere in your friendship, life as an apocalyptic baby was already shitty enough.

But you saw your world turn upside down when the peacekeepers from the president came after you and other kids from your village. Your parents, just like theirs, sold you to the government in exchange for food and a bit of money. Since you were the youngest, and therefore, the only “changeable”, they sold you so they could survive. You did not blame your family for it, not when you saw your older sister die of the virus and the others being forced to work more to bring food and money to your household while all you did was play all day with San.

San. The boy you kept in your mind every single day for the rest of your life. Every night you’d lay in your comfortable bed and wish he was there to tell his stupid stories like he did when you were kids. You never heard of him again after you entered the gates of the main city. You and the other kids coming from all over the country being locked up inside those giant concrete walls.

You went through all the types of tests and training for later being sorted into your positions. You almost ended up as one of the pleasure maids for the president if wasn’t for your misbehavior at one of the practice formals. You were very explosive, usually acting with emotion which to them was seen as a virtue, so you ended up as one of the peacemakers. And soon enough, after a few years and a lot of work, you were nominated as the head of the peacemakers in the 5th area as they called it.

And even after all these years, after many missions, you were still scared and guilty that those people were being executed for crimes that were not even real crimes sometimes, they were just trying to survive. With the passing of the years, the president became less and less tolerable, just deciding to execute people just because he could, because he had the power. You were not like that, never been, but you needed to survive as well, your family, which you discovered received every year a small amount of money from your sale, needed to survive, so you disassociated every time you needed to work. yn as a peacemaker wasn’t the same yn you were as you took your uniform out. Also, you couldn’t complain about the life you took in the main city, you had a comfortable life, a comfortable home, clothes to wear and enough food for you to eat and be strong to deal with the rascals.

There was a new talk in town, a group of young people terrorizing near the main city, graffitiing the walls with their rebellious words, throwing bombs, and recruiting people for their group. Some of the citizens complained that they were disturbing the peace, but most importantly, they were getting adepts even inside the walls, people who were allowed to live there, people who had nothing - apparently - to complain about. So of course the president wouldn’t be quiet and happy about it, sending you and many more of his best peacemakers to hunt them down.

You were currently in one of the many trucks looking for them, your suit protected with bulletproof padding and your face protected with an anti-gas mask, but your mind seemed a little uneasy. Your heart seemed a little uneasy. Something inside of you not allowing you to fully disconnect, fully disassociate and do your work. Nico, your partner, and boyfriend, noticed and held your bouncy leg, squeezing it and giving you a reassuring look from inside his mask.

Nico wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t good either. He was in this grey area between doing what he does for his job and doing it because he enjoys it. But on those nights that you were feeling lonely, he was the best you could get. He pleasured you, sure. But it was not like it was the best. Many of those nights you imagined how would San look as an adult, if he still was that skinny kid you left behind, or if he grew to be a strong man. Or if he married and became just like the other men in the village. Many times you got yourself creating a hypothetical San in your head and imagining how he would be in bed, how would he pleasure you if it was him instead of Nico. Those were the nights you came harder. You felt guilty about not actually loving Nico, but again, you weren’t sure he loved you either or he was with you for the convenience as well.

The truck came to a halt, taking you out of your daydreams, and you heard screams outside the vehicle. You and the others went out and found a few people all dressed in black, their clothes looking like they were a bunch of pieces of old clothes that were sawn together, they wore gas masks too, but you couldn’t see their faces underneath, a black balaclava hiding their identity. You were so out of your usual mindset that when they started to attack each other you were caught by surprise, instantly starting to attack them as well.

They were outnumbered but they still had some tricks under their sleeves, managing to get a lot of your men down, but soon reinforcement arrived and they just couldn’t win. Some of them managed to escape, others were killed, and others were captured to take them to the prison and wait for their execution.

Just when you were leaving you noticed that it wasn’t Nico sitting next to you.

“Where’s Nico?” one of your teammates put his hand on your shoulder and denied with his head and he didn’t have to say anything else, you knew Nico was dead.

For some reason you were envious of him, being dead, free from that duty. You didn’t know if it was for the fact that the guilt from killing innocent people was stronger than ever, if it was from you being tired of doing things you didn’t want to or from this gut feeling that something wasn’t right. All you knew was that you wanted to escape, to live a different life, to go back in time and run away when you discovered what your family did.

When you entered the gates, all the cars went straight to the jail, taking all the criminals to be arrested. Some of your men took them as you excused yourself for not feeling well after the death of your boyfriend. But truth was that all you needed was to be alone in the darkness of your room and try to forget the afternoon events. The intentional cold water falling down your back and making all your pores bristle and your tears get lost as they fell into your feet.

You were almost asleep after crying your eyes out of distress and sadness when the doorbell from your apartment rang. You put on your robe and went to pick up the door, knowing it was probably someone to talk about Nico’s death.

“Captain yln” it was one of your subordinates. You nodded for him to keep talking. “One of the prisoners from today is wishing to speak to you, he says he’s the head of rebels”

“Did he say what he wanted to talk about? Or identified himself further?” He denied.

“He just said he has a message to you and that he wishes to speak to you before dying” you sighed and decided that maybe this was going to get you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t think much, just grabbed your holster, not caring to put it on and followed the man. As soon as you entered the prison chills ran down your spine, the loud chanting of the prisoners felt too familiar even though you never heard it. The screams made your head hurt.

You entered one of the interrogation rooms and sat at the usual chair, waiting while they brought in the inmate.

A tall and honestly very handsome man sat in the chair in front of you, a smirk sat on his lips as he looked at you from top to bottom. You analyzed the man, he looked so familiar. His cat-like eyes, his tan skin, his expressions. It looked almost like…

“Long time no see, munchkin” his voice was velvety, sensual, it ran chills down your spine.

“San?” He chuckled and nodded. “Oh my god, San. I can’t believe it is really you!” You left your chair and moved in front of him, pulling him on his feet and into a hug. He immediately returned it

“Hey… hey… I’m here” he said as you nuzzled into his chest and neck, smelling his musky scent, that even with all the dirt from the combat and years without seeing him, still smelled like you could remember. Tears falling freely from your tired eye.

“That’s exactly why!”

For many many years you imagined San, how he’d look, how he’d talk, how he was, what had he done with his future. And then, with him in front of you, standing tall and beautiful, very real, not a result of your imagination, had you dizzy. Not in a million years you’d imagine that he’d grow to be not only a rebel but fucking hot one. All of the nights you imagined him, none of them prepared you for how he looked in real life.

And the realization hit you. He was going to die. He was going to be executed. There’s no way the mayor would leave him alive. That was the first time you were seeing your friend in years. And it was going to be the last.

“I know what you’re thinking in that head of yours, yn” you were cut from your daydreaming, and tilted your head to look at him. “You’re thinking about the execution” you lowered your head, looking at your feet, how he still knew you so well after so long? He grabbed your hands and squeezed them for you to look at him again. “That’s exactly why I asked you to come here”

“I won’t let you die, Sannie. Not now that you are back into my life” his eyes and his smile felt so soft upon you, his right hand caressed your cheek and his callouses scraped your skin gently. “I won’t”

“I know you won’t, baby. Because you will help us escape and will escape with us” his sentence caught you off guard. “We have a plan but we need your help”

“But it won’t be dangerous having me with you? I mean, I know too much, I’ve been working with them for years. God! I’m the head of one of their security troop”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve been hiding for long enough to know how to hide you too” you nodded and looked around, trying to see if there was a sign of anyone around that could listen to you. You knew the cameras didn’t work for years now, it was just to pretend to the inmates. “Will you help us?”

“Yes, of course. I… I hate this place and I hate what I do” you stopped, head dropping again. “But my family… they need me… they…” he lifted your chin to look at him, which you gladly did so.

“Your family is long gone, yn. Your parents died many years ago in one of the mayor’s interventions, your older sisters married and left the village, Jongho joined us and Dongho left the village a few months after you left. No one gets money from you being here” your mouth was agape, you should’ve known it was all lies to keep you obedient. But even then you fell for them. For the love of your family.

“What’s the plan?” He smiled at you and nodded. You were about to escape that hell hole with the one true love of your life.

When the clock hit midnight the next day, you were already prepared, all the things you needed packed and safely hidden near the south exit of the town. You headed to the prison, uniform from head to toe, and demanded to talk to the chief of the rebels. A man, not much taller than you, met you at the same room you met San previously and you handed him what was planned, helping him hide the controller on his clothes.

You two staged a fight and demanded him to be taken to the south prison, to divide him from his companions. The officer did as you said, leaving you alone in the place since he trusted you. You took the opportunity and released all the other men locked, including San.

Since the prison was far from the actual city, there were a lot of alternative routes they could take to arrive at the southern gates without being seen and separating themselves not to be caught in a bundle.

You, San and other two rebels took one of the riskier routes but if anything happened and you were caught, you could lie about transferring the inmates to the south.

A few minutes later you arrived at the designated gate, a few more of the rebels already there, only two and the chief missing. When the other two arrived, you proceed to go to beat the southern prison to attack when the officer and the chief arrive.

It didn’t take much longer for the two men to appear and the rebels attacked, killing the officer quickly, mercilessly, no sound spilled. You decided to forget what you saw, since you did much worse to some of them when you were dissociated.

“Everyone’s here?” Hongjoong, which you learned was the name of the chief, said counting all of the rebels. “Good. Everyone’s here and alive, time to leave this shit hole” you all nodded as he used the controller you gave him earlier to open the gate since he was the only one who knew how to use that.

Somehow there was already a big black truck waiting for them outside the gates, how they communicated to the others you have no idea, but you were so glad they did because as soon as you all hopped into the vehicle, some of the mayor’s troops came after you. San and the others started to counterattack, throwing homemade bombs into the cars and destroying them, sometimes even more than one in one go.

You sat quietly praying to watch ever god decided to hear you that you left all well and alive, that you could leave all of this behind and start a new life with San.

It wasn’t long until everything went silent and San returned back to your side, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“We are free now. You are free” he said, his voice happy, smile on his lips as if he waited to say those words to you forever. And he did.

You finally smiled and threw yourself on him, not giving a fuck there were more people in the truck, and kissed him. It was just a long peck but it was long awaited for the both of you. Everyone around you cheered, happy for you and for the plan that worked.

The entire trip to their headquarters you and San talked about your life after you left, sometimes engaging in conversation with the others as well, but there was a growing tension between you two. So thick you were sure the others could feel and see it too. San’s hands were gently and almost secretly all over your body. He was wrapping them around your waist, then holding your own, then caressing gently your tight by his side. It was when he put them there and gave squeezes that you felt your breath hitch and your stomach curl.

It was evident that you’ve been so frustrated with your absence from each other’s lives, from what you could have been. You were dying for each other, you could feel that in the kiss. And you knew that when you start you won’t stop.

“We’re here, we’re home” the driver announced as he stopped under a big abandoned building and everyone hopped off.

San held your hand and pulled you with him to the third floor, entering one of the rooms.

“They’re gonna fuck, right?” One of the rebels asked, seeing San pull you away so fast and so eagerly.

And he was more than right. San pulled you into that room and closed and locked the door before pushing you against it and kissing you ferociously. His tongue invading your mouth and intoxicating you with his taste. Hands all over your body, squeezing, feeling, touching, as yours were entangled in his soft hair, pulling the strands as you kept devouring each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that” he dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting the spot. “How many nights I’ve dreamed of having you to myself” another harsh suck on the skin that made you whine. “How many nights I’ve touched myself thinking about having you even thought I knew you were with that creep”

“Wait” you managed to breathe the word as he kept attacking the sweet spot behind your ear. “Did you know who I was? And who Nico was?”

“I’ve been watching you for so long, yn. We have eyes and ears in those gates, don’t forget that”

“If was anyone else saying this I was going to call them creep but since it’s you I don’t give a single fuck” he kissed you again, smiling between the kiss and biting your lip.

“Good because I am about to give you more than a single fuck” you laughed at him, he hadn’t changed at all.

He finally moved you two to the bed, managing to make you fully naked on the way. You felt your body heating from the way he drank your form, biting his lip and looking like he was about to eat the most delicious meal of his life. You.

He gently laid you on your back and spread your legs open. He started kissing his way to your core, leaving the same love bites on your thighs that he left on your neck. You just threw your head back and enjoyed your touches. Ever so teasing, never really touching the center of your legs.

“Sannie~” you whined, desperate for some contact, some release.

“You want me to eat you out, munchkin?” You nodded eagerly, hand going to his head and trying to guide him but he held himself in place. “Use your words, let me hear you beg for me, let me hear you say the words I’ve dreamed of you saying to me” you writhed in frustration and shyness but you were so needy for him that you just had to say it.

“Please, Sannie. Please. Touch me. Use me. Eat me. Do whatever you want please, I need you”

“God, you’re way hotter than I thought” he gently slapped your clothed core, earning a surprised scream from you. “I’ll give you what you want, baby. Everything you wish” you nodded and he didn’t waste time before diving into your still clothed pussy.

He licked and rubbed on top of the material, the roughness of it deliciously helping with the friction you needed. You moaned without a care in the world. Your mind was full of San and only San. He pulled the underwear out of you, ripping the material, too bothered and eager to take it out of you. To say you weren’t turned on even more by the action was a lie. The way his muscles tensed and the veins popped when he pulled the fabric apart made you weak on the knees, imagining what he could do to you.

San went back to his position, hoisting your legs on his shoulders and finally touching his mouth straight on your slit. Your moan and his satisfied groan synced, your legs tried to close around his head but he held them open as he kept slurping at your wet vulva.

His mouth was definitely skilled, he knew just the right amount of pressure to put, where to tease. You were seeing stars with the way his mouth was devouring you. His tongue moved up and down from your clit to your hole, sucking and licking the engorged nub and prodding your entrance with his tip.

You were a moaning and writhing mess under him, hands not knowing where to go, if they pulled the sheets or his hair, if they intertwined your fingers with his or held your boobs. All you knew was that you never felt anything like that before. It was like San was a conductor and you were his sheet music. He knew all your notes.

But it wasn’t enough, not for him or for you, so he added his fingers to the game, wetting them on his lips and then your juices before slowly entering them inside you. Your walls hugged his big digits tight, and San felt his dick twitching imagining how it would feel around him.

“S-Sannie…” his name, mixed with your moans, was almost a mantra. Leaving your lips without even noticing.

“What is it, baby? Hm? Tell me. I can’t read your mind” he mocked and gave your clit a tiny gentle bite that almost made you cum, hips going up against his face. “Even tho’ I have a little idea of what there is inside of there”

“P-please… just… fuck! I need you, Sannie” he left his spot and hovered over you, face to face with you.

He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips, the bittersweetness of it was invading your senses alongside the musky scent of his sweat. If someone asked you what sex smelled like you’d say it was this.

“I really wanted to tease you right now but I am as needy as you so I’ll leave that for another time” he said while he left his spot on top of you to take his clothes off and just then you realized he was still fully clothed. “My dick will burst at any minute if I keep waiting”

“Then shut up just fuck me” you said before you could think properly, earning a chuckle from the man.

He positioned himself on top of you again, grabbed his cock and rubbed along your vulva, collecting as much of your wetness to help him in. He positioned the head on your hole and slowly pushed in, entering you.

You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, no sound leaving. You’ve dreamed and imagined of this moment your entire life. And now it was happening. You had San back into your life. He was real and alive and right there on top of you, taking his time not to hurt you.

San was not only taking his time not to hurt but not to cum right then and there. He also had dreamed for so long of fucking you that your warm walls hugging and welcoming him just like he was meant to be there were like a gunshot. Quick and sharp.

His hips were starting to go erratic within a short time. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he wanted to make sure you were going to cum as well, so he snaked his hand between your bodies and started to draw circle eights with the tip of his fingers on your clit, finding the bundle of nerves quite easily.

“Sannie…” you moaned his name, voice coming out way higher than usual, whining.

“Com’on baby, cum for me” San whispered on top of you, his own pleasure getting the best of him. “Fuck, yn! You’re so tight. I’m close too” he increased his speed, hips pistoning in an erratic manner, pleasure taking the best of you both.

“‘M coming” you managed to say before cumming around his cock. Squelching lewd noises of your juices wetting you even more filling up the room as he kept his movements.

It didn’t take much longer for him to cum too, pulling his dick from you and milking all over your belly, some of the gooey liquid falling on your chest.

San took some time to regain his breathing and cleaned you the best he could with some clean cloth he found in the bathroom of the room. He helped you to put back your underwear and put on his shirt, and laid with you on the bed. Your head resting on top of his chest and fingertips playing with his own.

“ I can’t believe this is all real” you broke the silence, taking a deep breath in and taking in his sweaty musky scent.

“Me neither” he confessed, eyes focused on the ceiling, thinking about so many things but at the same time only about you. “I don’t want to risk losing you. I can’t lose you”.

You turned your face to look at him, pulling his head down to focus on you. His eyes glassy, watery. He was allowing himself to be vulnerable in so many years.

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere” you caressed his face and he closed his eyes to enjoy the touch. “I’m all yours now. Forever”

“Forever” he kissed you one last time before falling asleep with you in his arms for the first day for the rest of your lives.

Chapter Text

When you were stolen from your family at the age of five by the peaceworkers you thought you were going to die, you were the “extra child” after all. But when they discovered you were some kind of genius beyond your age, they decided to keep you alive and made you work for them. Since then you’ve been one of their most brilliant scientists, the one behind their improvement over the control of the population, the one that discovered how to keep the population at bay and doing what they desired. But your work has been stolen by your superiors, using your discovery under their name to present to the governors from the districts. More than once some of your colleagues stole your work, showed it to your superiors that stole again from them. You were simply a creating machine. 

So when you woke up inside a badly lit room smelling like dead fish and tied up to a very uncomfortable chair you had no idea what was happening, but you prepared yourself for your death. And if you just died was an advantage. 

You knew that you were probably by the docks, the fishy smell and the sound of crashing waves invading your senses. Your body was sore, but you can’t seem to remember what happened, if you fought or resisted, you have no memories from the hours before, you just remember being at your workstation reviewing some of your latest notes and then you woke up in this room. 

“Fighting is useless, this is one of your many creations, the ripless rope” you were caught off guard when a deep voice announced its presence. Your eyes shifted from the rope around your ankles to the owner of the voice. He wasn’t alone. “Sorry this to be our first introduction but we didn’t know how you’d react” he announced and walked closer to you, kneeling in front of you. “Is it safe to untie you? Or will you attack us?” you denied, body too weak to fight. But in all honesty, why fight? He smiled and untied you, rolling the rope around his arm and giving it to one of the men with him. You rubbed your wrist, the place red from the friction and tightness. “My name is Mingi,” he started speaking, handing you a cold bag to put on the hurt wrists, which you gladly accepted “Sorry to kidnap you like this, but it was the only way to affect them” you tilted your head confused.

“Affect who?” you asked, voice a little hoarse from dryness.

“Your superiors? The government?” you laughed at him but stopped when you saw he was being serious.

“I’m sorry, but how would that affect them?”

“You are their most important scientists?” One of the other men spoke. “You have created some of the most incredible inventions this society has seen, and you have helped many pieces of research being conducted in order to control the population. Losing you is like losing their core”. 

“I’m sorry but you got the wrong person. Yes, I’ve created and researched a lot of things for them but they don’t give a single fuck about me. Some of them don’t even know it’s my work because my name’s never on it” you gave the man in front of you the ice pack and got on your feet. “Look, I really appreciate the fact that you guys know that it was my work, don’t know how you do, but who cares? But I’m not gonna be an effective bait” Mingi got on his feet as well and you noticed how he towered over you, suddenly feeling small. “I can give you names if you want, my superior has a son that he is absolutely proud of, saying he’s going to be the next governor, he’s a good target”. 

The men looked at each other, some of them whispering things you obviously couldn’t hear, but the tall fiery haired man was still looking down at you, almost as if he was analyzing his options. You just smiled at him not sure how to act, the air thick, tension almost palpable. 

“Let’s do this, you stay with us until they come looking for you. If they don’t, you give us the information you have and we let you go” he spoke, right hand in front of him for you to hold and seal the deal. You shook his hand and nodded. “Meanwhile you’ll be helping us, we need a bigger brain around here”

“Hey!” One of the men spoke clearly offended. “I’m pretty smart, you know?” Mingi rolled his eyes and went after the man, hugging him by the shoulder and messing with his hair. You smiled involuntarily and followed them. 

You walked out of the room and noticed the amount of people around the building, all working seemingly happily. You noticed none of them used the assigned clothes which meant none of them were under the physical control of the government. They all stared at you when you passed by, some of them closing their faces to you. You felt a fish out of water and just lowered your head and kept following the men in front of you, getting a little closer to them. 

“Don’t worry about them, they are not used to peaceworkers around here without being violent” one of the men with Mingi spoke, smiling warmly at you. “I’m Seonghwa by the way” you smiled and slightly bowed to him. “You don’t agree with the government, do you?”

“Oh no, not at all. I honestly did it all to be alive. I was an extra child, they were going to kill me when they found me but somehow they discovered I was a gifted child and decided to keep me captive as their little lab robot” he nodded to you. 

“Good, this way we can defend you when they try to kill you”

“They’re going to try to kill me?” You asked a little tad too loud, making some of the people around look at you, including Mingi. 

“Seonghwa, don’t scare them” the taller one came to your rescue, hugging you by your shoulder protectively. “They won’t kill you, yn” you nodded. “But do you know how to kill?”

“I’ve learned how to use a gun once but if I know how to shoot properly that’s another story…” you chuckled, a little ashamed that you live in such a dangerous world and don’t even know how to protect yourself. “But I can be helpful in other areas”

“Such as?” He asked and you all walked out of the building, the sudden bright sun blinding you. You didn’t know that it could shine that brightly or that lively. “It’s amazing isn’t it?” You nodded and gradually your eyes adjusted to the brightness, head a little dizzy, but you were in such awe of everything surrounding you. “The capital purposefully covers the sky with dust to dull the sun, vitamin D and daily exposure to the sun keep people happy and less likely to develop mental health issues, and that includes passiveness to mental control” you looked over at the man, still not quite grasping what he was saying and all Mingi could do was chuckle and gently rub your head, the gesture making you blush. “You’ll get to learn a lot with us. Do you know how to swim?” You denied. 

“Then you’ll need this” one of the other men, who you learned was called Jongho, showed you an orange vest. “That will keep you safe and breathing under water until we arrive at the tunnel” he came near you and helped you dress the piece. “This is one of my newest inventions, we had a lot of capitals dropouts coming in lately, so I had to create something for them to reach the tunnel without dying” you just nodded. 

As soon as you put on the vest, Jongho clicked a button and a big inflatable helmet covered your head. You looked around trying to understand where that came from, but you couldn’t find any signs of change. It was actually an amazing invention. 

They all stood by the pier and jumped one by one into the water and, as expected, you started to freak out. How the fuck they expect you to jump out in open water? What if there were monsters down there? What if you died? You started to panic and took little steps back, but your back was met with a broad chest. You turned to find Mingi standing tall with a kind smile on his face. He offered you his hand for you to grab, just like he did minutes before inside the building. You held his hand, a little hesitantly. But instead of just holding yours, he pulled you closer to his chest, hugged your body tight and jumped inside the water with you holding on to him for your life. Your screams got engulfed by the helmet and when you realized you didn’t die and, just as Jongho had told you, you could breathe underwater, you started to slowly open your eyes. If the view up there in the docks was gorgeous, down in the water was breathtaking (pun not intended). 

The water was so blue and you could see everything around you, the way the light rays would color the blue slightly yellow and some of the animals would search for these light sources for a sun bath. You’ve never seen so many colors, so many animals alive in one place. You looked in front of you and saw the other boys swimming to a big gray and old tunnel, it looked like an old abandoned pipe lost in the middle of the ocean, something that fell from a boat.

You realized that you were still hugging Mingi tightly and tried to let him go, but he still held you close to him, making sure you were safe to arrive at the pipe. 

He wanted to tell himself that the warmth of your body against his wasn’t soothing or that he didn’t like the contact. Taking care of people and making sure that their little secret world wasn’t found was tough, he barely had time to have a life, to think about building a family or whatever. So having someone - as pretty as you - glued against him was doing something weird to his body. 

Mingi managed to snap those thoughts away and swim with you safely to the tunnel, which with a few more swims the water level started to lower until there was no water left but it still felt like you were in the ocean. 

“The guerillas before us built this energetic field that allows us to have this city under the ocean but still feels like we are on land” Jongho explained to you, helping you out of the helmet and vest, which you thanked him for. You took a deep breath in and it definitely felt like the clean air of the docks. 

“How? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know” he laughed a little, his hands going to his pocket. “I never managed to discover how they did that, what technology that they used, it’s one of the biggest mysteries down here” you nodded and you could sense how that affected his inventor’s self-esteem. “But I also don’t like to, you know, investigate too much, I’m afraid that if I mess too much with it I’ll disturb something I shouldn’t and destroy the whole thing” you nodded again, he was right it was a big risk. 

“Maybe I can help you out? See what you have noted and maybe look for some new clues. I know that the government uses statics and energy fields for some of their facilities, maybe it’s similar” 

“That’ll be great! If we find out maybe we can reproduce in other places and have more safe villages” you smiled and nodded, excited by the idea. 

You two walked in front of everyone happily discussing technology and inventions, your eyes sparkling with having someone to finally talk about your passions without being called weird or even being excluded. After all, everyone in the capital knew you were an extra child, they all thought you deserved to be dead. The government never had mercy on anyone before so why would they have with you? You started to think that maybe, just maybe, Mingi was right and you were a valuable piece of their little puzzle and maybe they would try to rescue you. The thought made you a little bit happy, maybe you were important. 

As you walked and talked with Jongho, Mingi, Seonghwa and Yunho came from the back, looking at you two. 

“Do you think they’ll come to rescue them?” The eldest asked, truly concerned for their operation. Mingi looked at you laughing happily with your new friend and smiled without even realizing it. 

“They would be stupid if they didn’t, they’re the brain behind some of their most important inventions” Yunho was the one to answer. “Yn has created the literal suit the people use to be controlled, they created the suit the peacemakers use to make them stronger, they have uncovered some of the best technology from the past and renewed” both men nodded at their friend. 

“I’m hoping we got their weak spot, if not at least we got someone that’s not gonna bail on us” the fiery-haired man spoke and the others agreed, you seemed safe but keeping an extra eye was never too much. “I’ll take them to Hongjoong, he’ll be happy to meet her”. 

The man took a few bigger steps to reach for you and Jongho, touching your shoulder to announce his presence. He led you through the village, all the time you were in awe with everything around you. It was an actual functioning city under the water. And without water. Mingi could see your eyes sparkle every time you’d see an animal or a kid came running to welcome you or ask to see your suit.

You were truly feeling things you’ve never felt before. You felt a tugging feeling at your chest and your heart stumped like a drum in your chest, you couldn’t quite pinpoint what that feeling was but you liked it. In your entire life, all you felt was fear, boredom, sadness and solitude. All the happiness you have the memory of is from when you were a kid on your parents’ farm or when you discovered some new tech or when you saw a live cat for the first time. It was all so new. And you were loving it. 

You arrived at the main building right at the center of the city, Jongho excused himself to clean his workspace before you went to visit him. Mingi led you through the building, greeting some people working there and quickly introducing you to them before leading you to one of the rooms in the place. 

He knocked on the door three times before he heard a “come in” coming from inside and opened the door, revealing a smiling man looking around the same age as Mingi. 

“Oh, yn! Welcome to Halazia!” The man greeted you, shaking your hand. “I hope the boys treated you right” you nodded. 

“This is Hongjoong, he’s kind of our leader here” the smaller man scoffed. 

“There are no leaders here, yn, all I do is try the best I can to lead us all to freedom” he held your hands in his and smiled, trying to make you feel safe and welcomed. “We hope for you to be useful to us as we can be useful to you. If you need anything in particular or if anyone here is bothering you, especially the kids, let us know. We kidnapped you after all” you laughed a little completely forgetting how you ended up there. 

“It was very weird, not gonna lie, but these guys aren’t so tough” you and Hongjoong laughed together while Mingi jokingly sulked. 

“Then we need new men to do the dirty work” you nodded, agreeing and already feeling at home with the man’s personality. “Mingi, will you take yn to their room, please?” The taller man nodded and started to leave the room. “Again, yn, if you need anything, let us know” you thanked him and left the room. 

You followed Mingi around the citadel, already feeling at home and looking at everything that surrounded you. The idea of living a happy life in a place that didn’t feel like a prison was something you could only dream of. He took you to a part of the place where a bunch of tiny cute cottages stand side by side. 

“Here’s where we all live, Hongjoong thought you’d be more comfortable living on your own and near us, at least for now” you nodded while you saw the houses decorated to match the personalities of their owners. “You’ll be living here” he pointed to a tiny house painted in a very light shade of green and a big tree growing by the side. It felt so welcoming, so warm. “I live with Yunho and Seonghwa to your left and Jongho lives in front of us” you looked to the cottage on the other side and immediately noticed it was Jongho’s. You giggled at the amount of trash and destroyed pieces he probably used to study or build something. “Like the boss said, if you need anything let us know, we’ll try our best to help” you nodded, smiling. “I know we kinda kidnapped you, but you know how peace workers are sometimes”

“I know very well, they are even between ourselves” you rolled your eyes, remembering the way they treated you. “Let’s pretend I escaped, ‘Kay? This way you guys don’t feel guilty”

“Okay, that’s our deal. Well, I have things to do, you can go over to Jongho if anything for now” you agreed. He gave you a little key with a keychain with your name handwritten on it. “If you feel more comfortable you can lock your door, especially from the curious kids, they are quite feisty” you giggled at the face he made when talking about the kids. “I’ll be going now” he started to walk away to the main part of the village. “If you need anything…”

“I’ll ask for help” you finished. “I’m fine, Mingi, don’t worry” he nodded and waved at you. 

He repeated this a few times, turning to walk then turning around again to wave and smile at you before actually turning around and going away, making you giggle like a stupid teenager at his demeanor. He was such a softie compared to his size and voice. 

“You know…” you startled at the voice, but recognized it was Jongho’s. “I’ve never seen Mingi acting like that”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing. Just saying. So, ready to start to research?” You nodded excitedly and followed him to his house. 

It had been more than a month since you went to Halazia. You moved to Jongho’s house in less than two weeks since you’d spent most of your days - and nights - there studying and researching. So it was more than expected for you to move in with him, which was the best decision for you. You felt lonely at night in the house, and you barely spent any time there besides when you went to sleep. And living and working with Jongho was amazing. Sometimes Mingi or Hongjoong would appear to see how your work was going. You had the chance to meet your other neighbors as well, that would always bring some delicious food and warm drinks for you and Jongho because you often were so invested that forgot to eat or drink.

Throughout that time, you managed to improve a lot more the technologies he developed, mixing your knowledge. You were really impressed by what he was capable of with just what he had access to. A true genius. 

You also learned how to deal with the kids and more importantly, with Hongjoong bursts of rage. He was very short-tempered, especially when something went wrong but somehow you learned how to deal with the small beast like Seonghwa would call him. 

But just like how you expected, no one came after you, there wasn’t even gossip about what happened to you. Their informants up in the capital or even outside the town haven’t heard a thing about you. In the beginning, you felt bad, guilty even, because they had all the trouble of catching you and god knows what they did to take you out of that hell hole. All the time they assured you that it wasn’t your fault and that now you were one of them but you still felt a little bad. 

“How about we throw a party to officially welcome you and the other newcomers?” Wooyoung, who you learned was a party lover, suggested when he, Mingi and Seonghwa were visiting you and Jongho to get the newest bombs you two created. “You are part of Halazia now, yn, and since we were preparing for a possible attack, we didn’t welcome the newcomers as well” you looked over at Seonghwa, that was the eldest in the room and Hongjoong’s unofficial right-hand man, that just shrugged and nodded.

Wooyoung just clapped his hands happily and pulled the men with him so they could prepare for the night. Jongho and you just giggled at his antics and went back to work. 

“So,” he started and you hummed for him to keep talking. “When are you and Mingi going to make a move?” You turned your head to him, almost soldering the wrong cable. “C’mon yn, everyone knows that Mingi is head over heels for you from the start”

“Did you ingest metal? Breathed toxic smoke? Mingi is not into me” you sounded sadder than you expected. “Besides, I saw him talking to Magenta”

“And?”

“She seems very into him” you finished your task and turned the machine on to test if it was working. “Besides, they know each other for years now, I can’t compete with that” 

“So you assume that you like him?” Jongho smirked at you, your cheeks heating up. 

“What? No! That’s not what I said” you defended yourself, turning off the machine and putting it aside to start the other part. “I have nothing to wear tonight” you changed the subject, trying not to feed the buried feeling you’ve been having for Mingi for the past couple of weeks. 

You tried to rationalize what you were feeling. It was probably because you never had anyone and now you have friends. It was because he was extra nice with you. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome. But to be it you would be admitting that 1) he kidnapped you - which was not a lie, he and the others indeed kidnapped you but you refuse to read it as so because that’s not how you imagined these things would go -, and 2) that you like him. Which you don’t want to. Because you don’t like him. Or how unintentionally funny he is. Or how tall and strong he looks every time he comes from the farm with his tank tee, arms in display, dirt in his body and how you want to just wash every spot clean. Or how his voice is deep and sultry and goes even deeper early in the morning when he comes to bring you breakfast and a hot black coffee because he knows you and Jongho pulled an all-nighter to finish a project. Or how he would be inspecting your projects and making sure you are safe and ends up sleeping on the couch or your bed but always hugging your pillow that when you went to sleep you’d hug and inhale the scent he left and imagine it was him with you. No. You did not like him. 

“Earth to yn?” Jongho threw a piece of plastic at you, taking you out of your trance. 

“What? Sorry”

“I was talking to myself while you daydreamed about the gentle giant” you shook your head, trying to take him out of your mind and deny to your partner. Jongho just rolled his eyes but decided not to annoy you any further. “I asked if you wanna go to the tailor to see if she has something for you to wear”

“There’s a tailor in here?” 

“More than one, darling, where do you think your clothes come from?” You just felt dumb for a few seconds, you even helped Jongho with some. “Want me to get you there?” You nodded, excited with the idea. 

You two left all your things behind and left for the woman’s place. Her atelier was in the building next to Hongjoong’s office in the center of the citadel, so it wasn’t so far away from your house. 

Her atelier wasn’t big, but the walls were full of clothes and fabrics. Some of them you recognized as the ones Jongho created, others you recognized as the ones from the capital. 

“Welcome my sweetpeas, how can I help you today?” A middle-aged woman came from one of the doors, a big smile on her face. “Oh you must be yn, aren’t you?” You nodded and greeted her. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Wooyoung already invited me for the party tonight so I guess this is about an outfit?”

“My friend here has a certain… someone to impress” 

“JONGHO!” You slapped his arm, shy with the unknown woman. She just giggled.  

“It’s alright, my dear, we already are living in this terrible world, we should have fun, love” she said as she walked through the racks of clothing, taking some items, holding them in your direction and just putting them back in their place. “You need something different. Have you ever worn a dress?” 

“A dress?” You looked at her and Jongho confused.

“Yes, you don’t know what a dress is?” You denied, you’ve only worn the same boring uniform every day and even after you started living in Halazia your clothes were just simple pants and shirts and your lab coat. So you barely knew any other clothes. “A dress is exactly what I’m wearing. It’s a one-piece item that looks like a long shirt, it can have many different cuts and fittings” you nodded and walked over to where she was. “I think I have just the right thing for you” she pulled a long green piece.

It looked like a giant cape with black long sleeves in a shiny material that looked like leather but it was softer. She helped you put the dress on, closing the buttons that held it closed. The woman turned you around and squinted her eyes before leaving to grab something from the other part of the atelier. She came back holding some type of harness that looked like a vest. The woman put it on you on top of the dress, the beautiful mixture of the green with the black of the sleeves and the harness looked so pretty on you, on your body, on your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror and besides feeling a little weird by having your legs exposed, you felt extremely pretty.

“So? How are we looking?” The tailor asked and you smiled at her and nodded. 

“It’s a bit weird but a good weird” you confessed. 

“It’s the wind down there isn’t it?” She chuckled and you nodded, the freedom down there was definitely something. You liked. “Hongjoong loves it. He just came in to buy a new skirt for the party. A skirt is just the down part of the dress” she explained seeing that you probably didn’t know. She was right. “And what about you Choi?” 

“Oh I have an outfit, no worries” he answered. “Shall we go and get ready?” You nodded at your friend and took the dress and harness, handing them to the woman. 

“How much that’ll be?”

“Since it’s your first time here and it’s for your welcoming party, it’s a gift” you went to say something but she cut you. “Nah-ah. I insist. Just make sure you come back here for whenever you need new clothes” you nodded and thanked her. 

The two of you left the place straight to your house to take a shower and prepare for the party. It was a few minutes past the starting time when you finished getting ready, getting to stop for a while to look over at an experiment you were doing - and honestly forgot about. Jongho was waiting for you downstairs already, his arms out in a tank top making him look very different than what you are used to. 

“I see I’m not the only one trying to impress someone tonight” you smirked. 

“So you admit you are trying to impress him?” Now it was his turn to smirk. 

“Touché. Are we ready?” He nodded. “So let’s go, I never went to a party, I’m excited”

“You’ll love it! Wooyoung knows how to do it” you smiled and nodded, leaving the house to the place where the parties took place. 

The room was full with people already, some of them you’ve met before, some of them you remember seeing around and others you had never seen before, which made you wonder how big Halazia really was and how the capital never found out. You were cut out of your daydreaming by some of the villagers greeting you and welcoming you officially. You smiled and thanked them for their hospitality, hugging the ones that insisted on hugging you. This whole living in community thing and being friends with those people still very new to you. 

“Welcome yn!” An excited Wooyoung hugged you, being followed by San and Hongjoong. “Hope you enjoy the party” he smiled and gave you a mug with a cold drink on it. 

“It’s our artisanal beer” San answered your question when you smelled the cup. “It’s one of the few things that survived from the past. I managed to get my hands on one of the ancient recipes from the capital” you took a sip of it and the bitter taste of it was quite enjoyable and refreshing. “Just be careful that it can get you drunk. Which means that you may get dizzy and even pass out. Since it’s your first time don’t drink too much and don’t forget to eat as well, empty stomachs get drunk faster”

“Yes, boss” you joked and thanked him for the drink. 

You took another sip and started to look around. Paying attention to the people, to the table with an abundance of foods and drinks, and instinctively looking for a certain tall someone in the crowd. You spotted him with Yunho in a corner from your left, the friends were talking to two villagers that seemed more interested in their chest than on what they were saying. You felt a teeny tiny crushing sensation on your chest. So he didn’t like you after all? But how could you blame him? He was a free man. 

His eyes averted from the girl playing with the string of his shirt in front of him and he scanned the room, eyes meeting yours and instantly smiling. But for some reason you just turned your gaze away and left to look for Jongho. Or anyone really. 

You found your friend talking to a few villagers that were gushing over his arms and decided not to disturb his flirts. You looked for Wooyoung and found him and San in the middle of the room dancing. You took the last sip of your cup and went to them. 

“Hey yn! Have you ever danced?” You denied to the man that looked like he had no bones. “Try to copy me or Sannie”

“Or just move however you feel with the sound” you tried to listen to the music but dancing to your feelings was still a little bit too much so you decided to try to copy what other people were doing. 

At first, you were a disaster, feet tangled in each other, legs and arms too stiff. You laughed at your own movements but kept trying nonetheless. Wooyoung hopped on to help you, holding your hands and sometimes your waist and guiding you. When you were getting the hang of it he let go of you. 

“Wooyoung, why did y-“ you were cut by a pair of strong arms wrapping around you from the back and turning you around to meet a smiling Mingi. 

“Hi” he said simply, that sweet smile making you melt. 

“Hi”

“Have someone told you you look gorgeous tonight?” He asked, hands still on your lower back, keeping you flushed to his body as he guided you through the rhythm. You nodded to his question and he just chuckled lightly. “Then allow me to compliment you once more”

You two kept dancing in silence for a few minutes. None of you saying a word. The expecting eyes of your friends watching how things would unfold

“I thought you were busy talking to those villagers with Yunho” you broke the silence, the bitterness in your voice a bit stronger than you intended. Mingi smiled and brought your body closer to his and you could feel the warmth of his body irradiating through the thin fabric of your dress. Your eyes leveled with the opening of his shirt, peeking just enough to make your mouth dry. 

“Were you jealous?”

“Why would I be?” His left hand slid a little further down, staying in the beginning of your bum curve. 

“Then why were you avoiding me?” No answer. You didn’t have one. “If you wanted me you just needed to ask” you gulped at his words. Where did this confidence come from? 

“Who says I want you?” You managed to choke out, trying to sound confident and provocative, but the shakiness in your voice gave you away. 

“Are you drunk?”

“I don’t think so, I only had one cup and feel normal” you answered, an eyebrow raised at his sudden question. “Why a-“ he suddenly left your body and grabbed you hand pulling you out of the place to one of the doors behind next to where he was with Yunho. 

You kept following him, entangling your legs a little on the dress. He guided you through a corridor until you reached a staircase. He went up and entered the first door he found. You looked around you and noticed how that looked like a room. Was that someone else’s room? You missed the way he closed the door and took a deep breath before going back to you. Mingi didn’t want to scare you but he was close to losing it. 

He noticed you the moment you entered the place, looking so pretty in the dress, your leg showing a tad too much for his taste when you walked and he could see how some villagers looked at you and whispered with their cocky smirk on their faces. He couldn’t allow them to touch you. To be near you. But when he was about to go after you, two villagers approached him and Yunho, flirting with them and trying to get in their pants. But Mingi was having none of it. He wanted you. And he was determined to have you that night. It was his chance to make a move. But he needed to be quick otherwise he could lose you. 

“Listen carefully, yn” he started, eyes locked on yours. “I really want you, I’ve been wanting you for quite a while now and my mind’s going crazy and I want to kiss you and have your body for me and worship you and touch you and have sex with you but I won’t do anything unless you give me the green light. So please, tell me anything” you blinked a few times to his confession, still a bit shaken. So Jongho was right all along. 

You didn’t said anything, you just jumped onto his arms and kissed him. He was caught a little bit off guard but reacted pretty quickly, kissing you slowly but deep. His tongue just invaded your mouth and started to entangle with yours. His hands were nervous, roaming from your neck to your waist to your face, just trying to find the best way to hold you not to run away. Not that he thought you would, not with the way your body was responding to the kiss. The act started to become more urgent, more needy, increasing speed. You held his shirt tight against your hands, knuckles white. And small whines and moans left your lips being swallowed by his. 

You two broke the kiss when the air in your lungs started to sting. Mingi held your face in his hands, making you look at him but your eyes were closed, for some reason feeling shy. 

“Open your eyes” you denied with your head the slightest you could move. “I said open your eyes… please” you finally opened your eyes, meeting his expectating ones. “Can I kiss you again?” You nodded. “I need your verbal consent” 

“Yes, please” he smiled and kissed you again. 

One of his hands stayed on your face while the other grabbed your lower back, bringing you almost impossibly close to his body. Once again you melt on his lips and his touch, allowing your body to feel his strong chest against yours and imagine how it would look under your hands, naked. Your breath suddenly hitched with the thought, a small moan leaving your lips through the kiss. Mingi just smiled, enjoying your reactions. 

When your lungs asked for air, after lord knows how long you’ve been kissing, Mingi kisses dipped down to your neck, starting slow, little pecks here and there but when he felt your throat vibrate with more whimpers and small moans he started to plant open-mouthed kisses, tiny bites here, petite sucks and licks over there. 

You were in heaven. Hanging for your life on his strong arms, fingers squeezing the muscles. You felt that tingling sensation in between your legs, legs squeezing with anticipation, and the love bites he’d leave on your neck weren’t helping. You needed more. 

“Mingi…” you lowly moaned when he gave you a stronger suck on your skin. 

“What is it, honey?” His tone was light, almost mockingly. He knew what he was doing to you. 

“More, please” he took his face out of your neck and looked at you, this time you didn’t avert his gaze, eyes dilated with need and desire. And the way you looked from under him, those sweet puppy eyes pleading for him to ruin you. He had to hold himself so badly to not fuck you right then against the door. 

“More what? I don’t know what you want” you huffed and grabbed his hand that was on your waist and laid on top of your pubis. “Use your words, baby” 

“You. I need more of you, Mingi. Please” your voice sounded like a whine and all he wanted was to ruin you and your sweet little being. And all you wanted was for him to fuck you brainless. 

“If you keep begging like this you might be the death of me” he grabbed you and pushed you against the bed - that you didn’t even notice you had walked towards to - and took his shirt off. Your eyes gluing to his chest and abs and how it looked so strong and stiff and you just wanted to touch it and to lick it. “You looked absolutely hot tonight” he broke your thoughts, body starting to hover over you, his scent making you drunk on him. “Since the moment you walked in I wanted to take this dress out of you and make you mine” his hand touched your slit-exposed leg, caressing the skin and squeezing it. “I truly can’t wait to taste you” you simply nodded and pulled his face to kiss you again. 

Once again you were lost on his lips, the plump and softness of them engulfing yours. His skillful tongue massaging yours, making you taste him on your own. His hand started to fidget with your harness, trying to open it. You decided it was time to act a little and sat on the bed, going out from under him. You started to open the clasps of the leather piece, eyes meeting his hungry ones before they focused on how your boobs bounced when the piece finally opened. All Mingi could do was groan and hold his breath. He wanted to touch you, to squeeze the soft skin of your boobs and body. 

You saw how badly he was holding himself to not touch you without your consent. Not only you found it extremely cute but also hot. He was respecting your boundaries and waiting for you to give the coordinates. You grabbed his hand and guided it to your chest, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence. He sighed and squeezed on top of your dress, feeling the soft flesh kneed under his fingers, nipple going hard under his touch and a moan from being touch deprived and aroused left your mouth. 

“Take your dress off” you obeyed and took the piece off, leaving you only in your underwear. Usually, you’d feel self-conscious from having someone staring at you like Mingi was doing but the way his eyes wandered your body from top to bottom and vice-versa made you shiver in anticipation, made you feel wanted, desired. “Lay back again and spread your legs for me” you did what he said, the wet patch in your underwear instantly cooling when the air came in contact with the heat emanating from between your legs. “Fuck! You’re so wet already. Did I do this?” you nodded, mouth slightly agape trying to calm down and breathe properly. Mingi smirked and kissed your lips again, right hand going straight to your core on top of the thin material covering you. Your legs instinctively closed on him. “Nah-ah, baby, keep them open for me, I know it’d been a while but you have to behave, ok?” you nodded and opened again slowly. 

The man started kissing your neck, leaving more marks as he moved downwards. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and started sucking and biting it not so gently. The action mixed with the way he was playing with your underwear-covered slit made you start to moan lowly, the sweet sounds being music to Mingi’s ears. He played a little with both of your nipples, and you swore you could cum just by that. The way he moaned with the taste of your skin on his tongue or the lewd sounds that he’d make whenever he left the nipple from his mouth to lick it just with the tip of his tongue, making it tickle in a very delicious way. 

He kept moving down until he reached the waistband of your underwear and bit the soft skin on top of it before removing it from your body completely. You were bare in front of him, completely naked and at mercy to him and his touch. And you loved it. He situated himself between your legs before finally having the taste of you he had dreamed of for weeks. When his tongue finally licked a long strip from your hole to your clit a deep satisfied groan left his throat. You tasted even better he imagined. He was drunk on you already and he wasn’t planning on stopping it so soon.

You wanted to look at him, see how good he was making you feel but all you could manage to do was arch your back from the bed and moan his name like a mantra. His lips and tongue were skillful, he knew what he was doing. The way his tongue would make erratic movements on your clit or go down to penetrate you and drink all of your wetness, never really settling on a spot but never being too fast on what he was doing it. With just that you were almost so close to touch the sky, the knot in your belly tightening really fast and almost about to explode. 

Mingi must have sensed because he entered without warning two fingers in you, tongue now only focused on the clit. The sudden intrusion making you scream. Fuck people downstairs. Fuck people in the rooms next to yours, all you could focus on was how full his long thick fingers were making you feel. Mind going blank, only Mingi in your head. 

He kept his unforgiven ministrations until you finally snapped, body writhing, screams of his name and thank yous leaving your mouth, and legs closing around his head, the fiery locks almost representing the fire you were feeling right then. He left his spot between your legs after he made sure you rode your first orgasm, lapping at all of your juices and drinking you like a vice.

He moved back up, taking the rest of his clothes with rather desperation. It was your turn to drink on his form. Tall, lean but strong, the veins on his neck and arms popping a little from the… exercise he was doing. Thighs painfully thick just like his cock. You felt all your body shudder in anticipation, legs rub together and mouth water when your eyes saw his member. It was big. Thick. Veiny. Precum dripping from the tip as it moved by itself from being hard. You instinctively crawled towards him at the end of the bed, eyes glued to his dick. He noticed right away what you wanted, a smirk playing on his lips as he caressed your hair when you were eye-leveled with his member. Your eyes looked up at him, glossy from the previous orgasm, dilated with desire and wide in plead. 

“What do you want, kitten?” You hummed at the nickname, you were indeed looking like a cat, on all fours, leaning into his touch in your hair and asking to play with his toy. “You like the nickname?” You nodded again, eyes dancing from his own and his cock. “So tell me, kitten, what do you want?”

“Can I…” you suddenly felt shy, not finding the right words to say. “Can I give you head?” You said very low, almost a whisper and he chuckled at your behavior. His hands left your hair to go to your neck, gently wrapping around it to lift your head up to look at him again. 

“You wanna suck my dick?” You nodded eagerly. “Then open your mouth and put your tongue out” 

Mingi’s demeanor felt much more powerful than before and you were loving it. At the same time he was respectful, he was stern and demanding. You were submitting to him without even thinking. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but it was your first time enjoying it and having fun and actually cumming. People at the capital weren’t very good at it. But Mingi… He was showing you a side you didn’t even think you had. 

You did what he told you to and expected the next steps. He came closer and put his index and middle finger on top of your tongue and you gladly took, sucking, licking and swirling your tongue around the digits. A faint taste of yourself still lingering in the skin. 

“Good kitten. Now I’ll give you what you want” you nodded and put your tongue out again. He pumped his dick a few times before putting it on top of your tongue, which automatically sucked it in. A louder groan left the man’s lips as he felt the warmth of your mouth engulfing his dick. At least what you could fit inside your mouth. 

You got confident with the sounds he was making and started to bob your head even faster around it, one of your hands coming to the base of his cock to masturbate what couldn’t fit. You kept sucking on it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing up and down. Once in a while you’d take it all of your mouth to leave kitten licks on the slit, making Mingi his with sensitivity, hips bucking eventually and fucking your mouth. 

“Fuck yn, you’re so good for me” he said between thrusts in your mouth, eyes closed with pleasure and hands gripping your hair, making your scalp hurt deliciously. “You have such a good mouth, so delicious. Fuck! I could fuck your mouth everyday, kitten” you moaned around his shaft, arousal dripping down your legs with his words and vibration sending him so close to the edge. “You gotta stop if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth and don’t fuck you” you stopped what you were doing with the mention of not being fucked. “Oh, I see. Kitten wants to be fucked in her sweet little pussy, huh?” You nodded, biting your lower lip. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you? Why don’t you lay on your back again and open those juicy legs of yours?” You never moved so quickly in your life, doing exactly what you were told so, earning a chuckle from Mingi. 

He positioned himself in between your legs, eyes black with how wet you were again for him. He passed the tip of his shaft on your slit to gather some lubrication and started to enter you slowly. The sting of pain was there but the sensation of having him so intimately with you, to give him yourself entirely to him was even bigger. He whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear as he entered you. If his fingers made you feel full before, now you were stuffed. Your moans and his grunts matched when he bottomed out on you. Legs completely given, molten. 

“So good baby, you were made for me, taking me so well” you nodded, too fucked out to form a word. He waited until he felt the pulsing in your walls decrease to be safe. “I’ll start moving, tell me if it’s uncomfortable or painful, ok?” You nodded. 

You hissed when he took just a little out and put back in, going very slow and paying attention to your reactions. When he felt you were becoming more comfortable he started to take off more of him before sliding back in. The sensation was still a bit painful but not even close to the pleasure of being fucked by him. He was holding your hands in his, fingers intertwined, his head on the crook of your neck so he could moan and whisper praises and affirmations to you. You were on cloud nine. 

“M- mor” you whispered, voice strangled with pleasure. 

“You want more, baby?” You nodded and he kissed the top of your nose. “If you need me to stop, say it at any time, I’ll go faster now” he kissed you and his hips started to move faster like he said. Your mouth opened and no sound came out, moan strangled in your throat. He started to kiss your neck and chest as he started to increase his speed bit by bit. 

“Mingi… s’ good” you whined, body almost going limp under him. You were sure he was fucking your brain because you couldn’t think of anything besides his big dick inside of you. 

“I know, kitten. I feel good too. Are you close?” You nodded, not really feeling anything anymore, completely given to him. “I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that?” You nodded again. 

He became fucking you even faster and deeper, now on his full piston mode. Going in and out of you in a merciless pace, pussy not being able to recover before he was slamming all of his cock back in. Mingi left your hand and put them between your bodies, playing with your clit while he was fucking you. That was the ending point for you, eyes going black and rolling to the back of your head as you came all of his cock, the creamy orgasm making him even wetter and the lewd sounds become even louder. 

He kept fucking you chasing his own orgasm, without playing with your clit and overstimulating you along the way. It was all too much but at the same time so good. At this point you were a screaming mess and you couldn’t care less. Neither did Mingi that was clouded by his own pleasure, chasing his high like a mad man and fucking your abused hole like his life depended on it. He felt his knees buckle a little and before he could register, he came inside you and you came again with him. Both orgasms mixing it up inside you, filling up to the brim and making you almost pass out on the bed, mind blank, only Mingi’s cock. 

He stopped his movements and waited for the both of you to be calmer before he moved again. You hissed with the movement and the sudden emptiness. You couldn’t see due to your eyes closed, but Mingi was admiring his work on you. The way his load was dripping down your hole to your ass and the bed, showing to anyone that decided to appear that you were his. The purple and red marks adorning your body like a painting he did with so much love, lust and admiration. Legs wobbly and the muscles shaking from the intensity of the act. You couldn’t be more perfect to Mingi’s eyes. 

He went to grab a clean damp cloth so he could clean the mess between your legs, when he arrived back you were sound asleep. He cleaned you gently, trying not to hurt or wake you up. He moved you to lay properly on one side of the bed before cleaning himself and lying to your side, bringing you close to his chest. You hugged his torso and smiled, snuggling into him. 

“Sleep tight, kitten. You were the best thing that happened to me” he kissed the top of your head and fell asleep as well, forgetting he was not even in his own house. 

Chapter Text

The loud ringing of the bells on top of the tower in the center of the town announced that the oppositors were captured and the army won. You bit your nails, anxious, inside the bunker. The boys told you not to leave the safe bunker but the anxiety was eating you alive. 

“To worry is to let yourself be killed slowly by the men” the old man, who you thought was asleep, woke you from your thoughts. You turned to give him a sympathetic smile. “As long as they stay true to their beliefs, no harm will happen”

“But what if they got caught? Haven’t you heard the bells?” Your voice sounded more crooked than expected. 

“Have you heard of the ancient torture method of the warm water?” You denied it and sat by his side. “During even darker times there were people whose job was to torture and kill prisoners. One of these many tortures was to drip warm water on the neck of the prisoner, who was locked on all fours and blindfolded and hit the neck. The person would think the water in their neck was their own blood and die of a heart attack. These bells are the same thing. They torture us who are against them making us think we are being captured but it’s just a way to disorient us” you nodded, expecting he was right. After all, he always was. “Remember kid, our mind is our biggest weapon, both in our favor and against us. Now go rest, you haven’t slept in two days” you decided it was best to sleep, your mind and vision starting to blur from the lack of sleep and food. 

The makeshift beds were not even close to comfortable but with your body aching to rest it felt like a bed you’d only see in old princess books and movies that were saved before the apocalypse. Your eyes felt heavy, your body weighed like a thousand kilos and suddenly the blackness and silence hugged you. 

You woke up with the sound of something crashing by your side in the room, startling you.

“Fuck!” Someone you knew very well whispered cursing himself. 

“Woo? Is it you? Are you guys back?”

“Hi. Yeah. We’re back” you jumped from the bed, hugging the man tightly. “Hey, yn. What’s the matter?” 

“I thought you guys were captured when I heard the bells and… and… I was afraid I would never see you guys again” you started crying, hiding your face in his neck, the musty scent of his sweat was weirdly calming and intoxicating to you. 

“We are safe, yn. We are here safe and sound. No need to worry” he hugged you back and sighed. 

For the past months, ever since you arrived at the bunker running from your facility at the town, he was holding his feelings for you. You were just so perfect that he couldn’t help his heart to beat faster every time you did anything really. The way you talked, the way you were so nice to everyone around you even when they weren’t. You blended right away at the bunker, immediately being put in charge of the maintenance and organization of the weapons. Wooyoung was awestruck with you. 

But in his overthinking of a head, he had no chance with you. In his mind, you were not only too perfect for him but you also liked San, his best friend. So no chance he’d be a snitch and steal you from his best friend. 

On the other hand, San knew very well that you had a massive crush on Wooyoung and was trying to help you two get together. But in San’s head Wooyoung was a big loser and every time he tried to bring the you subject up he always cut him, changing the subject or even running away. Also, Wooyoung never mentioned anything about liking you, he truly didn’t understand his friend. 

“I’m glad you are back and well” you said, leaving his embrace, eyes red from crying. 

“Me too” his eyes wandered to your lips but soon left and looked somewhere else, leaving your body that was still close to his. “Hm… San and… and the boys are at the gq. I guess you wanted to see them” you nodded. “So yeah… go there… he- they’re waiting for you” 

“But-“ you were cut short by him just leaving the room. 

You left the room after him, meeting all the boys safe and talking happily with the old man. Yunho was the first one to acknowledge you, coming right at you to give you a hug. 

“You chose just the right weapons this time, rascal” he messed with your hair. 

“If it wasn’t for you, we’d be dead by now” Hongjoong was the next to speak, giving you a fist bump. “And thank goddess you made us take extra munition” you pretended to dust your shoulders and give little kisses, giggling. 

“They surrounded us with more men than expected” Yeosang, who was responsible for the spying and, alongside you, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, made the plans of attack, got into the conversation. “Apparently the mayor is recruiting people from outside the country, from places where there’s little to no opposition to the dictatorship”

“There are places where people don’t care about this shit we are living in?” You asked astonished and the man shook his head denying it. “Damn, I guess they are getting better at brainwashing ever since I left”

You guys kept talking about the mission, and how scary it was but the boys managed to leave the trap. How the troops tried to attack them during the night when they thought they were weaker. It was very intense and sometimes you wanted to go with them but every time they came telling these stories you were glad you were safe at the bunker but nonetheless worried about them. 

San pulled you aside from them in the middle of the conversation. You didn’t see but Wooyoung saw you leaving the room and felt his chest sink in sadness and jealousy. Only if he had the gut to tell you how he felt before San had. 

“We need to solve this thing between you and Woo” he said once you were far from them. 

“Hi to you too. Nice to see. Glad we are all alive” you rolled your eyes and your friend mimicked you. 

“I’m serious here. He thinks we like each other and are together”

“What? How? When? Why?” You started laughing nervously, not really knowing why. 

“Yeah. Yeosang told me, apparently he thinks we are a thing that’s why he never listens to me when I’m talking about you”

“So… he likes me back?” You asked pretty out of yourself with the news. 

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?”

“It’s called balance” he rolled his eyes again. 

“Anyways. Yes, he likes you and he is jealous of us. We have to fix that” 

“How?”

“That’s where I need you… I don’t know” you hit his shoulder. “Ouch! I just think you should go to him and tell ‘hey so just to be clear I’m single, me and San are not together, you are free to fuck me’ OUCH! Stop hitting me!”

“Then stop talking shit! What if he hears?”

“Who hears what?” The devil himself appeared in the corner. 

“Uh… you see…” you stuttered not really knowing what to say. It was easy. It was simple. But the words just got stuck in your throat. 

“If it’s about you two dating I already know” he walked past you two, knocking San slightly. 

“Have you ever thought about asking us?” Wooyoung turned around to look at his friend. Eyebrow raised. “You took your own conclusions without asking us anything” 

“And what do I have to ask? I can see” 

“Well then you need glasses because you are seeing things where there is nothing and the things you should see you keep blinding yourself” Wooyoung looked at you and you lowered your head and he realized he had fucked up something. 

“Just… don’t fight. Please” you asked, you’d kill yourself if you ever ruined their friendship. “I’m not worth it” you left them behind, going back to your room not wanting to stay there any longer. 

You shared your room with others at the bunker, but you were glad they were all in the gq talking to the ones who arrived from the trenches because it meant you could cry alone without worrying or alarming anyone. You hated to be the center of attention and you hated when people talked about you. 

It had been a while you have been crying, lying almost in a fetal position in your bed when someone opened the door. You held your cries and pretended to be asleep so you could trick the person into leaving. But it didn’t work. 

“I know you’re not sleeping yn. I heard you crying from the door” it was the last person you wanted to see at that moment. Wooyoung sat at your side in the bed and he questioned if he should touch you or not, deciding not to. “I’m here to apologize to you” he sighed and played with his fingers, eyes down with shame. “I didn’t mean to accuse you and San, but I guess I did anyway. I think my mind was clouded with jealousy”. 

You turned around and looked at him, eyes and nose red and puffy from crying. His eyes were still looking at the ground and you could see the pink tint on his cheeks. 

“What were you jealous of?” You asked, still a little overwhelmed by his confession. 

One part of you wanted him to tell you that he was jealous of you because he liked you. But this part was being silenced by the other one saying that you were delusional and thinking about things that did not have a chance of happening. This other part wanted him to say he was jealous of San, that you were stealing him from him and that he was San’s original best friend, that you ruined everything. And you were 100% sure this was the right part. 

You’ve never been good at showing your romantic feelings. With your friends was easy, you were easygoing, and you had no problem being yourself and being touchy and sentimental. However, when it came to romantic feelings you were completely blocked. You were afraid, ashamed almost. You never knew how to act, afraid anything you’d do would throw them away, would repel any types of feeling they had for you. There was this silent pressure that the woman who created you put on you and your siblings, you always had to be perfect in the eyes of possible suitors because the only way to take a step higher in the hierarchy was through marriage. And she always prepared you to be perfectly mannered to these high-class, bougie suitors. 

Wooyoung took a deep breath before finally speaking. 

“Because you are always so close and comfortable around San that I thought… I’m sorry” he looked at you, not really looking at your eyes, ashamed. 

“It’s okay, Woo, you don’t have to apologize, we all have feelings. But don’t worry, I’ll never steal San from you, he’s your best friend for a reason” you forced a smile. 

Wooyoung gave you a half smile, chuckling a little to his feet before turning to you again. His thumb gently wiped the remaining tears on your cheek but never left the touch. You closed your eyes instinctively, enjoying the feeling of calloused hands on you. He sighed once again before speaking. 

“It’s not Sannie that I’m jealous of” you locked eyes with him. What? He left his hand’s place on your cheek to hold your own. “I need to know a thing first” you nodded, enjoying the feeling of his hand in yours. He was holding your hand. If you could, you wouldn’t let it go. “Do you like San?”

“Of course, he’s a great frien-“

“Not as a friend” he cut you. “Do you like him as a lover?” you held your laugh because he could be so stupid sometimes. You denied it with your head. “Good, that’s good to know” he took a deep breath, like he was holding it while you answered. “Do you like someone else? Like… romantically speaking”

“I do but he’s too blind to realize. I’ve been giving hints for quite a while but he never seems to notice” you saw his eyes drop when you said you liked someone else and you swore to god this man was even more idiot than you expected. “Do you like someone?” 

“No. Nope. Not at all. I don’t have feelings” you held your laugh again. 

“Oh, that’s sad because I thought you liked me but I guess it is one-sided then” you said, looking at his face, trying to read his reaction. 

“Yeah, I guess it’s just me t- wait. What?” You laughed at Wooyoung’s reaction. His cheeks bright red with embarrassment, eyes widened looking at you. 

“Gosh, Wooyoung, how can you be so slow?” You decided to take the first step and leaned in, leaving a soft and quick peck on his lips. 

He blinked a few times to regain his consciousness. What was happening? So you did like him? You weren’t dating San? Did you like him all along? And you kissed him? Fuck! You kissed him! 

He finally regained his state of mind and realized what was happening, practically jumping on your lips and kissing you again, dropping you on the bed. You laughed on his lips. That was the man you fell for. 

“I’m sorry for being so blind” he said after kissing you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s just… you were so close to San and so comfortable with him that I thought you two were flirting” you shook your head no, your hands playing with the little hairs on the nape of his neck, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“Now that you know just don’t waste any more time” he smirked and planted his nose on your neck taking a sniff before looking again at you. 

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t” he kissed you again, pressing you more against the mattress. 

His lips were chapped due to the dryness of the air but you couldn’t care less, to you, they felt like soft cotton balls that were made to mold perfectly to yours. Every time he moved his mouth against yours you could feel electric discharges running through your body. Your veins felt like copper wires that were charged to the max. 

He was holding his weight on one arm while the other held your waist, fingers pressed against your flesh underneath your shirt and holding you in place the best they could, thumb once in a while caressing the skin. One of his knees was between your legs and you could feel the heat emanating from it and you had to hold yourself not to reach down the thigh and rub yourself on it. 

He kept slowly kissing you until his tongue licked your lips asking for passage, which you granted gladly. Your tongues met inside your mouths and started to entangle in each other deliciously, you could taste the faint taste of the bit of alcohol he had prior at the gq with the others. He was intoxicating, your mind clouding more and more every time he would speed up and intensify the kiss and then slow down again. He was teasing you in the most delicious way. And you were enjoying every second. 

Wooyoung left a low groan in your mouth when you bit his lower lip and ran your fingers under his own shirt, leaving a faint red trail from your nails. 

“I don’t think I can hold myself any longer if you keep doing this” he confessed, forehead touching yours as he collected his breath again. 

“Who said I want you to hold yourself?” He opened his eyes to stare at you, smirk on his lips as he licked them. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded. “Because once I start I won’t stop”. You pulled him to fall more over your body, weighing you down heavenly. 

“Just fuck me already, Wooyoung”. 

“You don’t have to ask twice” he kissed you again, this time more sloppy, desperate, rushed. He was past tasting you, now he wanted to rile you up. 

He stopped kissing you and got on his knees to take his shirt off, and you did the same. You didn’t know who was most entranced by who’s chest. Your hand was the first to move and touch his chest. He wasn’t very big, more on the lean side, but his muscles were popping from being in the dry air of the desert-like weather of the town. You felt his muscles tense under your touch and you squeezed the hard skin in your fingers, earning a soft hiss of him. 

You pushed him slowly until he was the one laying on the bed, head up so he could look at you. You smirked and straddled his lap, hands still on his chest. You leaned your body and teased your lips on his but never touched, making your way to his neck. You started with soft kisses, barely touching your lips to his skin. Wooyoung was breathing heavily, his hands went straight to your legs, holding and squeezing the flesh underneath the thick fabric of your pants.

You kept with your attack on his neck, changing your soft kisses to butterfly ones, mixing with little licks, your tongue tasting the salty taste of his sweat mixed with the burnt one from the long exposure to the sun. Your hips started moving without you noticing, the need between your legs getting the best of you and seeking at least a tiny bit of release. 

“Yn… fuck! You look so hot like this” he whispered, eyes closed and his own hips seeking for yours. Low groans and moans leaving his lips. 

His reaction made you feel even more bothered but also determined to tease him. So you moved your kisses to his collarbone and the front of his neck. You grabbed his hair and pulled his head slightly back, exposing his throat, veins exposed, the pale skin waiting to be marked. Which you did, painting it shades of purple and blue with your hickeys, teeth grasping along the skin, leaving a red trail behind. 

If it was anyone else tainting him like that he’d be mad, but you had such a strong grip on him and his sanity that he didn’t mind. Quite the contrary, he enjoyed it. He was loving every single second of your teases on him. 

You moved even lower and decided to test the waters on his chest, squeezing slightly his nipple between your index and middle finger when caressing his skin. He just let the cutest and hottest whine when you did so, firing you to keep going. You licked his abs from bottom to top, moving to the side slightly and licking his left nipple on the way. He squirmed underneath you, an almost unintelligible whisper of your name coming from his mouth. 

Wooyoung was lost, he was completely given to you. You owned his pleasure now. He didn’t have the idea that you, just looking absolutely ravishing on top of him, licking his body was enough to make him almost cum on his pants untouched. 

You played with his nipples a little more, licking, pulling and biting, teasing him and making the man under you squirm like he was suffering the worst torture in his life. But soon enough you decided to stop teasing him and left his lap, earning a soft groan of why. You just chuckled at his reaction but didn’t say anything, just proceeding to open his pants and start pulling them down, he raised his hips so you could take his pants and underwear completely.

You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t imagined how his cock would look like and to say you were impressed was like saying that 2+2=4. He wasn’t big but he was painfully thick, veins pulsing on his sides, and pre cum leaking from his head. You were 100% sure he was the biggest you’ve been with, the idea of having him stretching you after so long of having nothing but just your fingers made your thighs squeeze in need and your underwear stick to your vulva. 

“You’re so pretty, Woo” you praised him, hands caressing his thighs until they reached the base of cock, his pubic hair gently tickling your fingertips. “Your dick looks so pretty and hard for me” he nodded and whined, elbows holding his upper body so he could look at you. “I bet you taste as good as you look” you smirked at him before giving a kitten lick to his tip, salty precum awakening your taste buds. 

Most people don’t like the taste of it, and you were one of them. But something about being Wooyoung there and the way he was mesmerized by your every move made you want to taste him more and more. The best you could have. 

You decided you were done teasing him - and teasing yourself on the way - and started to put him in your mouth and, as you expected, he was a bit too big for your poor jaw, already getting painful with how wide you had to open to put just a couple of inches inside. Your teeth inevitably grazing over his soft skin and making him hiss. You let you jaw go as slack as you could and started to bob your head, hands squeezing and rubbing as far as they could to help you. Your hands needed to be put together to be able to encircle his shaft. 

Wooyoung would be a liar if he said he didn’t want t go feral and start fucking your face, but he knew he would hurt you. He was sure that if he looked for sin in a dictionary your picture sucking his dick would be under it. You looked so concentrated to make him feel good, eyes dark with pleasure and starting to tear up with the stimulation. 

“Fuck, yn, you look so good like this babe” he took a few strands away from your face and held your hair in a ponytail to help you. “So good for me, making me feel good. I wish you could see yourself like this right now, so hot and needy for my cock” you moaned at his words and started to suck him even harder, trying to put more and more in your mouth. “That’s it, baby, take my cock. Do you like sucking on it?” you nodded, squeezing his base with your hands. “Your own little popsicle, isn’t it?” you nodded again and opened your jaw even more slack, your face starting to hurt but all you wanted was to make him feel good. 

He grabbed your hair and started to move your head for you, gently fucking your face, the pain in your face and scalp so good and taunting.

“Come here, baby. I want to taste you while you take my cock” you looked at him a little confused, brain already foggy with need. “Oh, my baby is already this fucked out? Brain empty?” he took his dick out of your mouth and saliva dripped down your chin. “God, yn! You look even hotter like that. Here, take a seat” he tapped his face and smiled.

You stood up on your feet and took the rest of the clothes that were on your body. Gently you hovered over his face, your cunt dripping from pent-up arousal and your scent invading his senses. Wooyoung was intoxicated and he hadn’t even tasted you yet. He grabbed your hips and pulled you right on top of his face, a surprised yelp leaving your lips when you felt his warm tongue against your folds for the first time. 

You couldn’t even think straight, he dove right in, licking, sucking, biting, blowing on your vulva. Your clit being the main attraction. You unconsciously started to ride his face, wanting to feel more and more. You teased him for so long that you got so bothered that just a little eating and you were on the edge already, the knot in your belly incredibly tight. 

Your pleasure getting the best of you and you fell forward, weak. You saw his dick in front of you again and remembered that he wanted you to suck him off too. You put his dick back in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in and earning a moan against your pussy from Wooyoung. 

You gave your best to suck him, but you were a moaning and babbling mess, drooling all over his dick and riding his face reaching for your orgasm. It was when he gave a particularly harsh suck on your clit and introduced two fingers inside your hole that you came undone for the first time. His penis almost blocking your moans as you cockwarmed him inside your mouth.

“There we go, baby. You did so good. Are you tired?” he asked muffled by your pussy and you hummed. “Then I’ll let you lay down, you were so good for me so far, now it’s my turn to take care of you” you took him out your mouth with a pop and laid on the bed, chest rising and falling from the amount of exertion you had made. “Can you keep going? Or should we stop?” You denied it and tried to grab him, making grabby hands, which made him chuckle. “How can you be cute in a moment like this?”

“I’m not” you managed to answer, smiling at him. 

“If you keep looking this cute I’ll lose my cool” 

“You already lost when I licked your nipples” you smirked at him.

“Only because it’s you” he positioned between your legs and leaned to kiss you. You hugged him tight and kissed him back, mixing your own tastes inside your mouths, tongues tying. You two kissed for a while before he spoke again. “Are you sure you can keep going? I don’t want to hurt you, I didn’t prep you”

“I’ll be fine, just please stop talking and fuck me” 

“You’re so hot when you’re in charge” he gave you a peck and started to slowly slide inside of you. You moaned against his mouth when you felt the first sting of stretching. It burned. “Tell me if it’s too much or if you want me to stop” you nodded and he stopped for a while.

He analyzed your facial expressions and your reactions, trying to see when he could move again. When he felt your breathing slowing down he moved a little more, penetrating a few more centimeters inside. Your mouth opened but no sound came out. Your insides burned but it wasn’t bad. It was just new. 

The idea that you were finally with Wooyoung in such an intimate moment like this made your head spin and ease the pain. It was him. The man you’ve been dreaming about for so long. The constant protagonist of the softest and dirtiest of your dreams was finally on top of you, inside of you. His eyes never leaving yours or your face and that made you feel even more wanted. Desired. 

You pulled his face back to yours and kissed him again, gentle, deep. You wanted to make sure this was not another one of your dreams. Thankfully it was not. So you decided to be bold, you wanted him to take you fully and you wanted to do the same with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed his hips against yours, making him bottom out inside of you. The moan that left his lips was the hottest thing you heard all night. In your entire life, really.  The pain of being stretched almost to your limit was nothing compared to how fast your heart was beating, syncing with his own. 

You gave him a nod, a green light to make him move. He started slow, not taking too much out, letting you get used to the size and the movement. He was being careful and taking your pleasure as his first priority because you had no idea how hard he was holding himself. Your walls were soft, warm, wet, tight. You hugged his member viciously and he was so close to cum with just the pressure and pulsing around him. 

Wooyoung slowly started to take more and more out until he let only his head inside before bottoming out again. Your moans started to get whinier and whinier, your hips moving with his, the burn long gone and replaced with a different one. One from pleasure. He started to speed up his movements and he could feel your finger nails clawing at his back.

“Are you close?” he whispered against your ear and you nodded. “Good, because I am too and I want you to cum first. Can you do that?” you nodded, not really knowing if you could but you just wanted to give your best to him. 

He backed away from you a little, just enough to have one of his hands between your bodies and rubbing your clit. You threw your head back and arched your back with the sensation, feeling almost overstimulated. Your arms fell limp on the bed, too weak to hold on to him, but strong enough to hold the thick sheets between your fingers. 

Wooyoung kept his skillful ministrations on you and soon enough you exploded without even having time to warn him, creaming his cock with your juices. He leaned down to kiss you and whisper praises to you but you barely registered, head completely empty. He had fucked you dumb.

It didn’t take much more for him to cum, taking his member from inside of you and cumming on your pubes and belly, falling exhausted on your side. A stupid smile planted on his lips as his brain processed everything that just happened. He turned his head to look at you and you were looking at him already.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, even completely gone by the pleasure you still had energy enough to provoke him.

“Nothing, just the love of my life” you booed him and turned to the other side.

“God, you’re so cheesy” you said but still smiled anyway, you loved his silly self. He cuddled you, nuzzling his nose on your neck and taking in your post-sex scent. 

“But you still like me like that”

“That’s exactly why I like you” you turned to face him, his arms never leaving your body. “We need to clean, I’m all sticky with your cum and sweat” you put your tongue out in disgust.

“Wait here” he left the bed, only caring to dress his underwear before leaving the room to go to the bathroom and grab a towel. 

He was almost successfully coming back to the room without meeting anyone but he was faced with a wall of your friends, arms crossed and smug smiles on their faces.

“We’re are going to let today slide but tomorrow we will annoy the hell out of you two” San was the one to speak before letting Wooyoung run back to the room and closing the door.

“They won’t let us be from now on” he spoke before he heard you laugh nervously.

There wasn’t much you two could do but accept the fate of being joked on by your friends. But that was okay because now you had each other and that was all the good that mattered amidst the mess of the world. 

Chapter Text

You entered the cold crater, chills running down your spine as you looked at the usually full place completely empty. The hardened and crystallized salt formations pointing dangerously downwards, as if they were ready to fall on you and kill you.

Ever since running away from your family, you’ve been wandering around the villages near Halazia. If anyone living there knew your origins, they’d kill you. The child of one of the highest positioned men in the capital running away from the perfect life?

You didn’t blame them, they had all the right to think lowly of you. Or your family. After all, you were the ones enslaving their people. You hated yourself the same amount, maybe even more than them. You hated everything that had to do with you or your family or your life.

When you discovered your family promised you as currency trade to one of their business’ partners you were furious. Sure, you knew that marriages in your world were purely political, yet you couldn’t help but get mad at the broken promise your mother made before dying. Love.

You shook your head unconsciously trying to take those painful thoughts away. Eyes closing. Not noticing the other presence in the room watching you intently. A hunter looking for its prey. A brown bear watching the unaware salmon swim and jump on the river.

The improvised stage where he usually stood empty and cold, the warmth of his words of hope and dreams long gone. The white salty ground waiting for the man to come back and say his sweet words that sometimes not even himself believed.

You failed to notice or listen to him approaching you, only making himself noticeable when the words left his mouth.

“What are you thinking ’bout?” You turned around, smiling when you saw it was him standing there.

“Life” you simply answered.

It wasn’t a lie. But not completely the truth.

Jongho nodded and walked to your side on the stage, grabbing your right hand and caressing the skin too soft to be from one of the villagers. His calloused ones tickled yours wherever the rough patch touched. You liked the feeling.

“You’ve been more quiet than usual lately” he stated, bringing your body into his, hugging it. “There’s something bothering you? Someone perhaps?” You denied with a shake of your head.

You didn’t answer for a solid minute, just enjoying the warmth of his body fighting against the cold of the place to keep you warm.

“Just thinking of the past” you finally answered, mouth suddenly dry.

“The one you ran away from?” You nodded.

Jongho was the first one of the villagers that welcomed and sheltered you. His kind expressions and words made you feel more at home than you ever felt. He offered you a place to stay, food to eat and more than that, he offered you his heart.

It’s not official, or not even a real relationship as the ones you’ve read in the books, but you’ve been together for the past weeks. You don’t even know if he likes you like you like him, if you make his heart beat faster like he does to you. Or get his mouth dry whenever you are together due to nervousness. All you knew at that point is that you wanted to be with him. That he was good to you.

“You never explained to me the reason you left or even where you come from” his words stopped your train of thoughts, a deep sigh coming from you.

“It’s… I- I’m ashamed of my past. Of myself”

“It’s because you are on of the capital children?” You left his embrace, looking at his face, examining his expressions in fear. But you couldn’t read him. You never did. He wasn’t easy to decipher. Only a shy sly smirk dancing on his lips showing that he indeed knew your secret.

You tried to leave his arms but he was stronger than you, holding you in place, very close to him. Alert! Alert! That was the only thing on your mind. Red sirens screaming for you to run again. You were in danger.

You heard about the capital citizens that came to the villagers and were executed in front of everyone. A public event of revenge. Eye for an eye. You heard some of the villagers tell tales of the times when they would chain the riches in the middle of the central square, arms open in a cross like a scarecrow and left to endure any type of torture those people wanted before being burned. Dead or dead. No mercy.

“What? You thought I didn’t know?” Jongho held your body flush against his again, his strong hands holding your arms back, unable to move. “I know everyone around here, yn” your real name, not the one you’ve lied about. The way the letters came out of his lips was almost like he was ready to spit on you. “You thought I wouldn’t notice your nice clothes and soft skin? Even your housekeepers have better clothes than us so you expect not to notice how soft and well made the fabrics are?” You looked at his eyes, they seemed angry. They were obviously angry. You lied to him.

The tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, falling silently down your cold cheeks. You were doomed. But you knew sooner or later that day would arrive. You assumed the risks of running away. Of coming to the village and interacting with them.

“I’m sorry” it wasn’t as loud as a whisper, you didn’t even know if he listened. But if so, he kept talking without acknowledging the apology.

“Don’t you think I would go after your life and your registers after you just appeared mysteriously out of nowhere? Anyone from any nearby village knowing you. Anyone from the piers and harbors nearby sawing you coming from the far away lands. You truly thought you could hide yourself from the search of your kind?” His words were like daggers. One by one hitting your chest. You didn’t know why, he was the one betrayed, yet you felt like you were the victim. The pain in your chest showing that you had developed something more than just feeling of safety, peace and home. “Yet…” his voice cracked and you felt his body leave yours, a rush of ice cold air hitting where his body was in contact with yours. “Yet I can’t seem to find the strength to do anything to you. To denounce you to the council”.

Jongho gave two steps back away from you and sighed, hands running through his dark brown hair. Defeated. That’s how he felt. Defeated by his own senses. His own heart. His heart ached anytime he thought about what the council could do to you. Would do to you. Just the thought made his chest sink to his back and his mouth get dry.

“I… I will hand myself over. I am… I am the criminal here” the words got stuck down your lumped throat.

“No! I-“ he protested faster and louder than he intended. “I don’t want to lose you” his words caught you off guard.

You analyzed the man in front of you looking for any sign of lie or trap. But of course you couldn’t read him. His emotionless face stared at you, eyes glued to yours. You looked for any sign of anything. But nothing. Yet, your instinct told you he was telling the truth. He couldn’t lose you. Not after he lost so much already.

Jongho was an orphan, raised by foster family after foster family until he reached the age enough to work for himself. He moved into his first shared dormitory at 15, living with other orphans and abandoned kids that worked at the same property as him. He worked in a farm first, taking care of the animals then moving to the corn fields. When he reached his 18th, he moved near the more city-like part of the village, soon joining the rebels, the Guerrillas, as they called themselves. His job was to hunt capital citizens around the villages, look for infiltrators and take them to their leader. Two years after that he became the head of the hunters and the spokesperson of hope. That was how you met him and some of the other rebels and joined them.

The man doesn’t remember the last time he was truly happy with something outside the Guerrillas. Sure, he loved his brothers and his found family, their nights drinking and celebrating and looking for lovers for a night was always fun. But he missed something. Craved. Something he couldn’t explain. A feeling that would fill the gap in his chest.

A gap you slowly filled with ease. A gap that your warm smile and even warmer embrace closed permanently with the strongest of the glues. Locked. Sealed. With your smile inside. It wasn’t an easy quest, many of the villagers have tried their way into the man’s heart either because he truly was a handsome and appealing man or because they wanted the perks of being with one of the heads of the rebels. You, however, being an outsider and not knowing anything about their traditions and quiet laws, just reached Jongho for liking who he was. Sure, it was as a thank you in the beginning, a silent acknowledgement of his kindness to you. But your company became more and more expected from him. He waited for you to go cuddle him after a tough day at the headquarters, for the warm baths with honey and lavender you’d prepare for him and gently wash his hair while massaging his scalp humming some tunes you’ve heard at the last party you went together. Party that none of the others had a chance of dancing or drinking with him because he was too busy in his own little world with you.

No, he could not lose you. Not when he knew what he felt for you. How he felt for you.

“Do the others know? About me” you asked.

“Some of them, yes, we captured a soldier from the capital a few days ago with a picture of you” you nodded. “I’ve talked to them,” he started as if he knew what you wanted to ask even before opening your mouth “they are willing to let you live if you prove yourself useful”

“How can I do that? And what if the others find out and want my execution?”

“We’ll figure it out” he took steps back to you, his hands grabbed your right one again and brought to his lips, leaving a soft promising kiss on your knuckles. “Right now I want to know if my feelings are reciprocated” you smiled, not only from his words but from the way his eyes sparkled with hope and expectations.

You got on the tip of your toes and planted a soft and rather quick kiss on his lips. Just a few seconds, enough to taste each other.

“Does that answer you?” You asked and noticed the sly smile back on his lips.

His hands planted themselves on your hips, bringing your body back against his, his left hand leaving its place to go around the back of your neck to hold your head in place, fingers tangled with the hairs on the nape.

“Not enough. I need more proof” he spoke before attacking your lips, rougher, stronger, needier.

Your lips danced against each other, a sensual tango of open and close, breath as erratic as the nights you’d dance until your feet would hurt. Your hands held the fabric of his shirt tight against your fingers, trying to bring his body as close as humanly possible.

You weren’t even thinking when his tongue protruded inside your mouth being more than welcome with a hug from your own. Kiss messy and wet, all the built up tension being left there, engulfed by each other’s mouth, down your throats and straight down to your cores.

Jongho suddenly lowered himself and grabbed your legs, pulling you to jump and wrap them around your waist. Kiss only breaking for you to leave a tiny squeal before going back to its previous acts. He slowly started to bend down the ground with you, gently laying your back in the hardened salty stage.

You were completely drunk by him, by his smell of sweat and testosterone, by the smell of the salt all around you in the cave. He hovered carefully on top of you, finally breaking the kiss to breathe and look at you. Your lips red and swollen, noses also red from the movements. But you couldn’t care less. All you cared about in that moment was what Jongho was making you feel like your body could melt the salt around you.

“I love you” he whispered, foreheads touching as his eyes, black with desire, shiny with love, stared into your soul. You could swear you could feel his love emanating from his eyes to yours. To his body to yours.

“I love you too, Jongho” you smiled, genuinely. Your hands going up to caress the oily strands of his hair.

He closed his eyes, face burying on your neck, nose inhaling your smell. Sweat, dirt, desire and love. The most intoxicating smell his nostrils could scent and his brain could register.

“I promise I’ll take care of you, nothing will happen to you” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“I trust you”.

He lifted himself back up again, and kissed you. Soft and full of sentiments. Lips melting and molding to perfection to fit against yours. Jongho kept kissing you, the speed increasing each minute. Bodies heating up again. The desire, passion, lust, even stronger after shared promises of love and care.

While his left hand held him steady on top of you, his right one snaked inside your shirt, skin shivering with the sudden touch of his cold rough fingers against the warmth of your stomach. You two never broke the kiss as his hand made its way to your chest, lifting your shirt on the way.

His calloused fingers felt weirdly heavenly against the soft skin of your chest, kneading the volume and squeezing it. Once in a while the pads of his fingertips would squeeze your nipple, earning a few low whimpers against his lips.

After a while playing with your chest, he finally broke the kiss and pulled your shirt over your head, torso fully naked to him. He could swear your skin was glowing, tiny little constellations against your body, contrasting colors. Beauty.

The man shifted positions, putting you startled on top of him, your core dangerously close to his own. Warmth coming from the parts and arousing you two even more.

His lips made their way down your jaw, to your neck, little nibbles being left behind. Shades of purple and blue formed instantly wherever he was moments prior. A mark of your devotion to each other. To his devotion to you. Until his soft plump lips found your soft mound, placing it on his mouth. He felt in heaven, sucking, licking, biting. You weren’t anywhere different from heaven yourself. It was instinctual. The way your bodies worked on each other. As if they knew the ways, the secret codes.

You couldn’t control, not when Jongho was making you feel so good with just his mouth on your chest, and started to move your hips on his lap. The hardened member under the layers of fabric responding and making the man moan against your boob and bite the nipple. A moan leaving your own mouth.

It was a sweet delicious torture. But you wanted more. You needed more. You gripped his hair and pulled his head back, a deep low grunt leaving his throat. He looked so delicious like that, with his head thrown back, eyes black rolled to the back of his skull with your act. You released his hair with another grunt of the man, this time of disapproval, and pulled his shirt out of his body.

You had already seen Jongho shirtless but it never amazes you how his body was built. His chest well built and hard, but his belly soft and welcoming for your head to lay there. But those thoughts were placed behind your mind for another day. Tonight all you wanted was to have that man inside of you, taking and loving you in the most intimate way possible.

“Yn…” your name sounded different this time he said it, no resent of your lies, just heated love and lust. “I need your consent before we keep going” his hands held your sides, the weight of his fingers burning against your skin, marking you.

“Please, Jongho. Make love to me” he smiled and nodded.

He pulled you flush against his chest and put your back against the salty ground, the roughness of it hugging your back. Jongho took the last remaining pieces of your clothes, both of you naked, bare to each other. You forgot you were at the cave, anyone that walked in could see you two. But none of you cared. All you wanted was him. And all he wanted was you. The best win-win.

Jongho aligned the tip of his hard member, pre cum leaking from the red angry tip, and he slowly entered you, taking care not to hurt you. You two were so eager that you jumped stages, no preparation, no foreplay, you two just needed to be as close as possible. And him fully entering his hard cock inside you was the best way.

He waited still until your pulsing walls got used to his size. You barely got time to think too much of his size but he was definitely big, thick. The bigger you’ve seen and have been with.

You signaled for him to move. His appendage slowly leaving inside of you, making you feel empty until he flushed his hips back and put everything inside again. A loud moan left your throat, eyes closing and back arching. You were pretty sure your skin was going to be scratched from the friction with the ground but, again, you couldn’t care less. The only thing in your mind being the delicious way Jongho was fucking you full of him. His cock out slowly and entering in deep and strong movements. You were seeing stars. Planets. The whole galaxy.

His name became a mantra in your lips as he kept fucking you mercilesly, increasing his speed by every second. Your fingers were deep into the skin of his back, nails leaving tiny crescent marks on his tanned skin.

Jongho could feel his climax arriving, he wouldn’t last longer with the way your walls were engulfing him. His hand managed to get between your bodies so he could play with your clit, the little button hard and engorged with pleasure. Your legs tried to close against his hips when he started to draw shapes against it. The pleasure increasing to double. You felt that knot in your stomach started to pull. The pleasure blanking your mind and whitening your vision until you came. The silent moan never left your throat.

Your walls squeezed him hard, making him cum just after you, his color painting your insides that milked him until his last drop. His body fell on top of you, the weight heavenly against your tired body.

God knows how long you two stayed like that, his body on top of you, his soft member still inside of you. But if there was a heaven that’s how you were sure it felt.

He finally moved, leaving your body, the cold air of the cave hit your skin like a vice, pores bristling and making you gif yourself. The man came back with some piece of fabric, the softest he could find and cleaned you. Just when he was helping with your clothes you noticed he was already dressed.

“Jongho…” you whined, body starting to ache. He helped you stand on your feet, legs still wobbly.

“I’ll take you home and make a bath for both of us” you smiled and nodded.

You circled your arms around his neck and gave a soft peck on his lips. Both of you smiling like teenagers in love. The act innocent and silly next to what you just did minutes prior. You felt your cheeks heat up with the memory.

“Jongho” you called him again, loving the way his name sounded rolling out of your tongue. He loved the way you called him as well. “Thank you for loving me”

“Thank you for allowing me to love you”.