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Your mother was sobbing into your shoulder as you had her in a tight hug. Your sister was wiping at her own tears while trying to pull a crying brother from Wooyoung. It was officially the end of the day, which meant you were going to be leaving with the boys. For good now.

You weren't going to come back home for a long while and sleep in your bed again. Your sister was going to have her own room now, which you tried to bribe her with. Even if she laughed and said she was turning your side of the room into a crafting part, she still held you tightly and wished you well.

"Please stay safe." Your mother pulled back. "Make sure to always clean your face after you wake up. And don't use too much cleaning products on the floor or else it will mess up the floorboards-"

"I know mom." You laughed. "I grew up with you." Tears welled in your eyes once more. "Thank you for teaching me everything."

"I love you so much." She cried again, hugging you.

"I love you too." You tightly pulled her to you, wanting to make it last just a bit more.

It wasn't going to be the last time you would ever see your mother, however this was much different now. You were a wife now and were going to start your own life outside the only family you knew.

With one last smile and a wave over your shoulder, you hopped onto Yeosang's horse. The boy gave a bright smile and waved goodbye, chasing after the boys. As the wind hit your face on the ride, you snuggled into Yeosang's back, rubbing your cheek against him. You could feel him chuckling at your affection, but he knew that you were just trying to feel better about leaving your family.

Once at the camp, the boys let go of their facades and quickly huddled closer to you.

"You're officially ours, Sweetheart!" Wooyoung pulled you down from the horse, causing you to laugh from how he twirled you around.

"Too late to back out now!" As Wooyoung put you down, Seonghwa grabbed onto your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

You let out a loud squeak, not expecting him to do that. "Seonghwa!" You blushed, looking away from the boys.

"I couldn't wait!" He grinned, hugging you from behind.

"Enough, let the married couple rest." Hongjoong teased. "They deserve their first night together alone."

"Awe, and I was gonna ask to join." Yunho laughed.

All the boys began to playfully punch at the tall man, causing a loud laugh to fall from your lips. Things were going to be much different now. But you knew no matter what they weren't going to change how they felt about each other.

"Come on, Honey." Yeosang pulled you along.

The boys all gave you a goodnight, whistling as Yeosang took you to his tent. He shared it with Yunho, but since the boy had been staying in the hotel, he had it to himself. As you walked in, you began to take off your things slowly, wanting to give your mother back her dress later.

"Would you like some help?" He asked, having already taken off his clothes and stood in his undershirt.

"Sure." You smiled, turning so he could unbutton the dress. As his fingers uncovered more of your skin, you felt a delicate touch going down your back. You smiled in bliss, allowing yourself to feel free for a moment.

"Thank you." You breathed out, turning around to face him.

"No problem." He smiled, moving about the room.

You held the front of the dress to your chest, picking up some sleep wear your mother had gifted you for the wedding. You took in a breath when you noticed how short it was going to be on you. With your back turned to him, you pulled on the clothing, allowing it to flow down.

"Come lay with me." He spoke up, looking at you as he leaned back on his arms.

As you bounded over with a smile, you made yourself comfortable at his side, the man laying down fully so that he could hold you better. You snuggled closer to his side, letting him pull you over his naked chest. He had laid back with an arm behind his head, staring up at the tent's roof.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the soft skin, probably heating the both of you up. But still you allowed yourself to move on instinct, pulling your arm around his chest to the other side. Your leg moved on its own accord, lifting to place itself across his waist.

"I've never done this before." You quietly spoke.

"Cuddles?" He chuckled.

"Slept with a man." You answered truthfully. "Well, not until you guys; but this is different." You told him.

"How so?" He asked you.

The first time you had slept in the arms of a man had been with Wooyoung and San. You hadn't really put much thought into it because you had just gotten into a fight with your parents and needed the comfort of someone hugging you.

Now, though, all you could think about was Yeosang pressing you tightly to him and letting his hand run down your head. Not only that, but he was also naked–you could feel his skin touching yours, and it left you dizzy.

However, you weren't questioning that part. You were thinking about how you weren't just with Yeosang. They hadn't explicitly told you what you all were, but it was clear that they all thought of you the same way. If it was anything to go by, with the kiss Seonghwa had given you earlier.

You weren't just Yeosang's wife–even if on paper it said you were. You had no idea what to call yourself. What to call the entire thing.

"What are we?" You turned to look up at him, hand splayed out on his chest.

"A husband and wife." He answered you, a teasing smile on his face. When he saw your questioning look he sighed, knowing you weren't just talking about him. "Whatever you want to be. No one is asking you to put labels on them." He gave your arm a soothing rub.

You kept your eyes on him. He had gone back to laying his head on his hand, closing his eyes. You realized that you hadn't spoken to Yeosang about the whole thing. You knew your own feelings over it, and so did they. But Yeosang had been the one to suggest marriage, and you assumed it was because he just wanted to get you out of that situation. You haven't asked him what he truly felt over the whole thing.

"I haven't heard your thoughts about everything." You told him.

"What do you mean?' He asked you.

"You married me, but I haven't heard you say what you wanted." You leaned up, turning on your stomach to face him better. "Did you really want to get married, or is it just a heat of the moment thing you said to protect me?"

You felt him sigh, fingers moving to trace patterns on his collarbone to soothe him. He moved his arm away from you, placing both of them behind his head. It took him a bit to gather his thoughts, which worried you that he didn't really want to tell you the reason behind his motive.

"I always felt like a bird in a large cage." He started, eyes opening back up. "Free enough to fly, but still caught between their hands."

You frowned as you thought about whom he could have meant.

"But then I met the others and my life opened up in new ways." A smile grew on his face. "I was free to be my own person. I was free to explore my own versions of music."

You remembered how Seonghwa had told you about Yeosang's ability to play the violin. You were going to have to ask him about it later.

"My family always forced me to do things they wanted. I was never able to do my own things outside their jurisdiction." He suddenly began to frown again. "That also involved marrying who they wanted."

He shook his head, looking over at you. "I had such a negative connotation around marriage because I knew since I was a teen they would force me with some rich girl. When we ran away from our old lives, my family had arranged for me to get married. I escaped them before meeting her." He ended.

"I'm sorry your family thought that way." You whispered.

"It led me to you, didn't it?" He leaned up on his elbow, brushing his fingers through your hair. "To be honest, marriage was probably the last thing on my mind, but if I had to fake marry someone, I'm glad it's you." He smiled.

"The certificate says otherwise." You teased.

"That means you're now (Y/N) Kang." He rolled on top of you, turning you on your back. "What a name!" He beamed, keeping his weight on his arm to hover near you.

"You're right." You laughed, looking up at him. "I can say I belong to you now."

"To all of us." Yeosang leaned down, rubbing his nose against yours. "You're part of ATEEZ now."

Your lip wobbled from the emotions you were feeling, trying to pull it off with a smile. "I like that."

You moved a hand up to Yeosang's cheek to pull him down for a kiss. It was as soft as you would think Yeosang would kiss. However, he still put in effort to make you feel his emotions. He was soft but dominating. Just enough to have you breathless.

You pushed up from the bed, leaning on your elbow as you shoved Yeosang lightly on his back. With the feel of his skin on yours and his dizzying kisses, you made the effort to climb on top of him, having a shiver go down your legs at the feel of your thighs touching his.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything-" He pulled back when he noticed you moving over him.

"I'm not experienced, my first kiss was literally a week ago, I got no clue when this adrenaline will wear off, but I've been edged so many times I'm ready to get things going." You told him, sitting up straight. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, eyes wide as you tried not to think too much about the technicalities.

"So please, Yeosang—can you be my first?" You asked him.

He quickly sat up, pulling an arm around your waist. He held your cheek in his palm softly, rubbing his thumb across it. "I'd be honored."

He lips touched yours again, this time pressing harder against you. You felt his nose bumped against your cheek, his teeth clashing against yours. He had suddenly become much more aggressive with his kiss, however he still somehow found a way to be soft.

He wasn't being careful with how his touch affected you, he allowed himself to feel the desire pooling in both of your bodies. His arms wrapped themselves completely around your back, pushing you up towards his hips. You flinched when you felt something rubbed between your thighs.

It brushed up against you, making you moan, pulling back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Yeosang took the moment you dropped your head back to kiss at your skin. His lips softly brushed over your neck, making you shiver from the touch.

With each movement you made, it rubbed up against Yeosang's bulge, causing him to grip onto your hips to stop your movements. He pulled back from your neck, breath coming out harsh as he dropped his head onto your chest.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, trying to pull his head up to look at you.

"I'm fine, Honey." He grinned up at you, eyes hooded. "Just trying to hold back."

"Why are you?" You asked him.

"Because this is your first time. I'm not about to make you go through that." He answered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling on his cheeks to make him look at you. "Yeosang, I don't want you to treat me like glass." You told me. You sighed, looking away and feeling flustered. "I'll tell you when you should slow down."

Yeosang shivered, hands tightening into the fat of your hips. With one last breath out, he slotted his lips back onto your, harshly pulling you up on his lap. You squeaked out, trying to keep up with his kisses.

A gasp fell from your lips when he suddenly got up on his knees and wrapped your legs around him, turning you on your back. You were going to plant your feet back onto the mat, but Yeosang scooted up on his knees, causing your legs to hook around him.

He was leaned over, still attached to your lips as his arms hooked under your knees, causing a burning sensation over your cheeks. His hips began to move in a very subtle motion, rubbing up against your core. You dropped your head down, panting over the stimulation. Your legs twitched, wanting to close to relieve the ache that was building up.

"Ah..." You panted, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers moved to the blanket, gripping them. Your back arched into the bulge between you and Yeosang find yourself seeking out more movement.

"Patient, Honey." He whispered to you, shuffling back and causing you to whine.

He dropped your thighs onto the floor, moving them so the rest of your legs were over his shoulders as he moved further down. Your knees knocked together and thighs began to rub together, feeling the hot heat soak between them. Yeosang however pulled your knees apart again, sticking his head over and onto your stomach.

His fingers began to move your underwear band, digging themselves into the skin of your hip bone as more was revealed to him. Your chest was thundering from the feeling of his hands moving up and down your thighs. It was something you had never felt before and you were starting to feel embarrassed from how you chased after Yeosang's hands every time they would move too far away from you.

You shut your legs once more and sat up with a gasp as he pulled your underwear to your knees. Yeosang got caught in the fabric of your underwear when you had pulled him away from your core. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the blistering heat you felt on your face. Your hands flew to your private area, covering it up.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shifting around causing your underwear to fall to your ankles.

"I'm prepping you?" Yeosang questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"But like–you're not supposed to be looking." You shyly told him.

"What do you know about sex?" Yeosang asks you, curious about what you were thinking.

"Well the women usually say it does feel good but that their husbands are almost always on top. And-And sometimes they go down on them." You stutter out, wanting to curl up into a ball having to explain it to him.

He laughed loudly. "You can do that, yes. But just like you can go down on me, I can go down on you."

"How?" You whispered.

"I'll show you." He whispered, leaning over to lightly touch his lips with yours. He moved your knees apart again, slotting himself between your thighs. One of your legs pulled out from your underwear, causing it to hand off one ankle.

You shivered at the air that was exposed to your pussy, but you still moved your hips to get some sort of friction. Yeosang placed a hand on your knee, slowly pulling it down as his lips ghosted across your skin.

"Trust me." He whispered before dipping down.

You fell onto your back, allowing him to skim his lips over your covered chest. Your back arched again as he continued his way further down again. This time though, he had pulled your night shift up and under your breasts. His skin would brush against your inner thighs as he moved down, which made you want to clamp them shut again.

However, Yeosang was quick to lay down on his stomach, head resting on your lower tummy. His shoulders passed your thighs, digging themselves into the back of your skin. When he raised his head off you, you shut your eyes tightly as he looked down.

You couldn't look him in the eyes as he stared down at your sex. So you opted to look up at the tent. However, the moment something gently touched your folds, you flinched and your back arched. You gasped out, laying back down and looking down.

Yeosang was watching your reactions, eyes wide as he took you in. His fingers were hovering over your core, twitching to feel more. You dropped your head down, gulping.

"Please." You quietly pleaded, wanting to feel more.

He didn't bother to go slow this time, his fingers full on touching you instead of just the tips. He allowed his hand to explore, trying to find out where you could feel the most pleasure. Your gasps and quiet moans had him panting. You kept moving your hips up, bringing him down to your hole. While he was trying to search for something, the way your sex would swallow the tip of the finger every time you moved upwards left him mesmerized.

He found out by the way you kept moving his hand to that same spot, it was where you wanted him. So with slow movements, he allowed his finger to sink in. This caused you to gasp loudly. He looked up, trying to determine if you were okay with it.

You were shaking, which made him grip your thigh tightly with his free hand. Your hands were shaking, knuckles white from the grip you had on the sheets. As your hips kept moving over his finger, he decided to add another one. You squeaked out more, eyes shut tightly and gasps coming out sounding like cries almost.

Yeosang had to clench his hand tightly to keep from just moving his hand too fast. He allowed you to move at your own pace, feel used to the intrusion. As you arched your back and his fingers went in deeper, he touched the rough patch inside of you.

Your vision went black as your core pulsed. You didn't know if you had screamed, but you knew you pulled away from Yeosang's fingers to keep from being overstimulated. Your legs shook and tightened, trying to get the feeling to calm down.

Yeosang sat back on his calves, palming at his bulge as he watched you continue to cum untouched. His mouth was wide open, watching your sex twitch. He pulled out his shaft, moving to take off his underwear. He crawled back over to you, kissing your cheeks to bring you back to him.

"One more?" He asked you.

"One more?" You questioned him, panting.

"One more." He told you, looking down at his cock.

Your eyes followed his gaze before immediately looking back up at him, flushed. Your hands moved up to grip onto his shoulders, wanting to stabilize yourself as you tried not to think too hard about it.

"I'll go slow." Yeosang whispered, kissing your lips softly. "I promise."

You nodded, closing your eyes for a moment. One of his hands reached down between you two, touching your hot core again. You squeaked, flinching from the feeling. He took some of your slick and covered himself in it, holding his shaft at the base.

"Relax." He whispered, kissing around your face.

You smiled softly at how he kissed your eyes and your nose. He moved his lips to your cheeks, when he began to press himself into you. You hummed in discomfort but tried not to flinch as he pushed in deeper. He kissed you the moment he saw your pain.

The moment you felt a pop and Yeosang slip the rest of the way in, you let out a scream, trying to pull away. But Yeosang kept you close to him, dropping down to press his chest with yours.

"It's okay." He whispered to you, panting into your ear. "I'm not going to move until you tell me to." He spoke soothing words to you, trying to get you to think of something else.

While the stretch was painful at first, you found yourself succumbing to liking the pain. Your cries turned into pants and your hands began to roam around Yeosang's back. When he felt you loosen up, he slowly lifted himself. He felt you twitching around him, causing him to shut his eyes tightly to keep from thrusting when you weren't ready. You were wrapped tightly around him to the point where he could feel himself pulse.

"Good girl." He praised when you started to unclench around him so tightly.

However, his eyes quickly went wide when he felt you clench him for a moment at the praise. He looked down at you, trying to keep from smiling at the notion. "Hey, you're doing amazing. You feel absolutely perfect, Honey."

You almost frowned at his game. But his words were shooting straight down to the bubble building up. "God, I can't wait to move. You'd feel nothing but pleasure if I can help it. All I want is for you to feel good." His voice was deep and husky, and it had you feeling stimulated.

"Move." You whispered, hips barely moving. "Please."

He nodded, but only moved his legs apart to get you a little more used to him. "Yeosang." You cried, moving your hips more aggressively now.

"Anything for you, Honey." You saw stars when he began to thrust his hips forward.

Every time Yeosang would thrust forward, your breath would leave your body. It was getting hard to breathe, even if he was going slow. It was an experience you had never felt before and you were crying over it.

Yeosang's pants and little moans had your stomach tightening. You would cry out every time you heard his whines. His hands were placed by the side of your head, forehead pressed to yours. Sweat had formed between the two of you and your slick was dripping out of you, but you didn't care about the mess.

Yeosang pulled back, sitting up just enough to look down where you had been connected. He didn't realize he had slipped and allowed a partially harsh thrust to hit you. You cried out, scratching at his shoulders. He quickly looked up, eyes wide in worry.

"I'm fine." You breathed out. "Please. I'm almost there." Tears were slipping down your cheeks, your throat dry from all the panting.

With your words in mind, Yeosang began to move faster, trying to get you to reach your high just as his was approaching. He tried to think of other things as he waited for you to say something. When he felt your legs clench around him, he quickly looked down, seeing the ring of white forming at the base of his cock.

"Let go for me." He whispered breathlessly to you.

He basically let out a roar as your core clenched around him tightly, hips stuttering as he approached his high. As you cried out and pushed him away, it gave him the good moment to pull out and stroke himself over your stomach.

Your legs twitched as your orgasm hit you again, this time a bit harder. Your pussy throbbed and clenched over nothing, making you sigh and fall numb almost. Yeosang came with a groan, his warm seed hitting your thighs.

You looked down at yourself, watching as it came out of him. Your fingers moved to touch the substance, rubbing it into your skin.

"No. No." He panted out, wiping at the sweat on his face. He grabbed your wrist, taking it away from his cum. He couldn't stand to watch you play with it.

Yeosang looked around his tent, trying to find something to clean you up with. He ultimately used a dirty shirt to clean you up, gently cleaning between your legs as well. You moaned out from the overstimulation, trying to run from it. But Yeosang cooed at you, telling you how good of a wife you had been.

It made you stop squirming, flushing from the praise.

As he finally settled down, he pulled you back into his chest, making sure your legs were fine. You were going to be sore later, but at the moment you honestly enjoyed it. A lot.