#blossom-hwa

[blossom-hwa]

the words I say, and the words I mean | h.k

pairing: Huening Kai x gender neutral!reader genre:  fluff, a touch of angst, high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au warnings: cursing word count: 2.5k notes: this was originally a story for jay written for chip as a lovely birthday present, I've repurposed it for hyuka because I think he'd fit the lovely lovestruck trope just as well :) hope you enjoy! On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Kai falls for you again. 

Jay (Enhypen) Ver. | TXT Masterlist

At precisely five fifty-three on a Friday afternoon of a crisp fall-turning-winter day, Kai comes to this conclusion:

He says a lot of shit.

Which, in hindsight, any of his friends could have probably told him. Taehyun for certain—and Beomgyu too just by virtue of him being a paragon of evil or something. But there’s that whole saying about having to realize things about oneself by oneself, or whatever, because you’ll never listen to anyone else, not for real.

Or maybe there isn’t a saying. Maybe someone just told him that and he’s remembering it now.

Doesn’t matter. The point is, Kai walks into the coffee shop where you work at exactly five fifty-two pm on this wonderful Friday afternoon in the crisp intersection between fall and winter where the sun is beginning to set noticeably earlier but not so much so that it fucks up his entire brain, locks eyes with you behind the counter, and says:

“Hey, doofus.”

Which is certainly a substitute—if not a very good one—for what he says in his brain:

You look really beautiful in this lighting, and I kind of want to kiss you.

You roll your eyes and it’s still beautiful, somehow, in the golden afternoon sunlight spilling through the cafe window, and once again Kai is reminded of how hard he’s fallen for every single bit of you—the childhood best friend who lives next door, who’s seen him from his grubby little toddler days to his ratty pre-teen years to his ungodly mess of existence in this last year before college. You’ve seen everything about him, he’s seen everything about you, and if Kai hadn’t realized it before (a year ago, you fell asleep in the passenger seat as he was driving the two of you home from school and he got a slap of cold reality from God Herself when he looked over to see drool trickling down the side of your face and the first thing he thought was cute) he’d certainly realize it now, at five fifty-two pm on a Friday afternoon at the cusp of fall-turning-winter where the sunlight shines so warm on your half-annoyed, half-fond expression that Kai can proudly say is reserved solely for him.

But it’s kind of like a second realization of love, he guesses. Because apparently once wasn’t enough. And it comes in the form of him calling you a doofus when he just really wants to kiss you instead.

He really, really says a lot of shit. More specifically, a lot of shit he doesn’t mean. Mostly because you don’t know how he feels, and he’s too scared to ask if you might feel the same way.

“Good afternoon to you too, doofus,” you snip, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter. He hands you the exact amount for the drink like clockwork because it’s a routine at this point, and then, also in routine, he eyes it exaggeratedly.

“There’s no poison in this, is there?”

There it is. Again. There’s no poison in this, is there?

How about this instead:

Thanks for the drink, I really love you.

You roll your eyes again and he has to curb the smile on his face, in case it betrays the way his heart is pounding in his chest like it does a lot these days at the sight of you. “No, asshole,” you intone. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d make sure there was blood.”

“Aw, so you don’t want to kill me?”

I’d probably let you stab me for free.

“I’m waiting for the right time.” You snicker. “You know, Beomgyu already offered to help me hide the body.”

Kai would respond, and if he did he’d probably say something equally dumb that he didn’t really want to say because his heart keeps screaming for him to tell the truth of his emotions but his mind keeps telling it to shut the fuck up, but the door opens again with a little ring of bells and even though it’s now five fifty-four pm, six minutes from the end of your shift, six minutes are still six minutes and he’ll have to wait those six minutes to walk you home.

Your manager’s a bitch.

So he parks himself at a table, idly scrolling through his phone while sipping at the bitter Americano you gave him (perfect for keeping him somewhat awake for the late night studying that will definitely happen tonight), and also sneaking glances at you when he’s more or less certain you’re busy. He does good today, doesn’t manage to get caught staring even once before you disappear into the back, presumably to strip off your apron and clock out.

Soobin sends him about five cat pictures in the several minutes it takes for you to change. Kai giggles into his drink and hearts them all right before a shadow looms over his seated figure.

“What’re you laughing at?”

In response, he lifts his phone and watches a smile bloom across your face at the cat pictures. “They’re adorable,” you coo.

Kai’s brain reacts before his mouth does, which sucks because it only gives further proof to his realization earlier which he’d kinda hoped was a fluke but was pretty sure it wasn’t.

So are you.

He doesn’t say that, because he doesn’t have the guts. “Yeah, if only I could convince my parents to get one,” he pouts instead, pocketing the phone. “Let’s go home.”

The bells above the door chime merrily as the two of you walk out into the golden sunshine, a subtle warmth that curls even through the sharp bites of wind that nip at his nose and cheeks. When winter comes with its snow and ice, you’ll switch to taking the car home—him driving over to pick you up instead of walking in the snow—so he cherishes the walks for now, a bit of peace and calm in the silence of the neighborhood air.

Well, not exactly peace and calm. Because the two of you are best friends, and so you bicker, and most of that bickering gets pretty loud and your neighbors probably hate you both even if they haven’t said it out loud yet, but to Kai it feels peaceful anyway. Calming. A breath of fresh air, a moment in which he can forget about the stress of school and college applications and just focus on being here with you.

You’re telling him a story about work today, gesticulating wildly as you reenact some woman telling you that her drink wasn’t frothy enough, that she expected two full fucking inches of froth so you’d better shake it again or remake it. Kai laughs, and cackles, and commiserates when you say you’d like to hunt her down and put her six feet under, and all the time his heart feels like it’s blooming, blooming under not the sun itself but the light of your smile as you laugh with him.

Like a sunflower, he thinks. A sunflower, always chasing the sun across the sky.

Holy shit, Yeonjun’s poetry is rubbing off on him. This is terrible.

And then you laugh again, this brilliant sound that’s like a cross between a pig’s snort and wedding bells, and yeah. Okay. Whatever. Maybe Yeonjun’s poetry is fine. Because at least it’s getting things right.

“I never want to work in the food industry again,” you complain, shaking your head. Your scarf seems to be slipping around your neck and Kai’s fingers itch to rearrange it, but he keeps his hands to himself because you’ll notice it, right? You’ll notice the slipping scarf instead and then he won’t have to risk having you feel the tenderness in his fingers that isn’t supposed to be there because he’s only supposed to be your best friend, not someone who has a crush on you. “All the horror stories are so real.”

“Okay, but have you considered...” He pauses dramatically as you look at him, eyebrows raised. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

“Kai Kamal Huening—”

“If everything’s happening to you, I’m just saying, maybe there’s some correlation there—”

You punch him in the arm. Hard.

He wails.

“Oh my God, you fucking baby,” you hiss, all the while also holding your sides that are shaking with laughter as Kai flops to the ground, gripping his arm like you just attempted to cut it off. Good. Because he’s exaggerating, clearly, but only for your sake—so you can laugh. Just a bit. Enough to bring light back to your face that isn’t just from the sun.

“You punched me,” he whines, “and you’re calling me a baby?”

I’d let you punch me any day. And if I deserved it, I’d probably punch myself in the face, too. For you.

He’s going insane, he really fucking is, with the disconnect between the shit he says and the shit he wants to say. But the banter comes so easily, too easily—maybe that’s the reason why he can’t speak the words buried in his heart. Because it’s so much easier, so much simpler, to just pretend. To just bicker his way out of ever revealing anything to you.

“Oh my God, just shut up.” You haul him up and—holy shit, maybe he’s just some Victorian woman in disguise or whatever because he could swoon into your touch. He really could. But he doesn’t, because even to his dumbfuck lovesick heart, that’s overkill. “Come on, punch me. We’ll call it even.”

Kai stares at the arm you proffer to him, covered in the coat you’ve worn for several years at this point. He doesn’t know why, but for a moment, he can’t move. Can’t bring himself to.

Which is dumb as fuck. Because this is a thing you two have always done, jokingly hit each other at one point and when the other complains loud enough to cause a neighborhood ruckus, let them hit back to call it even. It started with your first fight as kids and it just...stayed. Until now. At this moment at sometime past six pm on a Friday evening, now, on a crisp fall-turning-winter day where wind has mostly carried away the coffee smell from your job and Kai is having a crisis about punching your arm.

But he has to do it. So—

He punches you.

Very softly.

Nothing at all like you punched him.

You blink. So does he.

“What the fuck was that, dude?” You narrow your eyes at him playfully, though something uncertain dances in your gaze. Alarm bells start ringing at full force in his brain—fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“Are you going soft?”

He’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and a gust of wind blows the scarf around your neck and fuck you still haven’t noticed that it’s loose and he wants nothing more than to grab it and fix it so you won’t get too cold but he can’t, now, because he’s already revealed too much by not punching you the way you (and he!) expected and the uncertainty is still there in your expression and FUCK he needs to say something, he needs to say something—

No, it’s because I like you so much it hurts.

“No, it’s because you’re weak and you wouldn’t be able to handle a real punch.”

You screech and Kai screams and then you’re chasing him down the block, one fist held high as you yell something like I’ll give you a real fucking punch to whine about and even as he runs away from you he can hear the laughter in your voice even as you spout bloody murder and promises of revenge behind him, your screams blending with his gasping laughter as he stops, sides heaving with cackles, and you bowl him onto the cold sidewalk that still feels warm, somehow, warm with your giggles as you slap him in the shoulder, threats of violence still dripping from your lips—

“I give up,” he gasps, tears squeezing out of his eyes as he tries to stop laughing. “I give up.”

In other words:

I’ll let you win, always, because your happiness means everything to me.

You collapse to the ground beside him on the cold concrete, and there has never been anything more beautiful, Kai thinks, than the medley of your cackling laugh fading in the air and your expression scrunched in giggling happiness as you sit up to face him. “Good,” you sniff, eyes sparkling in the fading sunlight. “Glad you know your place.”

Kai watches you stand, then extend a hand to help him up. His eyes linger on that hand, the hand he held so much as a kid, the hand he stopped holding in middle school because it’s icky and we aren’t dating, the hand he’s wanted to hold for several years now and even more so since last year when he saw you drooling in the car and thought you were so, so cute. He reaches up, takes it, and in the moment where your palms are connected, his heart aches, aches so much for him to just say—

I love you.

But you let go of his hand, still smiling, so oblivious to the way his heart sags and cracks with the weight of those three words he can’t say as the warmth of your palm leaves his, and he knows—it isn’t meant to be, you loving someone as ratty and messy and damaged as he. You’re best friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

So he leaves the words in his overflowing heart, locks them away with a cold key made of the sudden absence of your hand’s warmth against his. “Come on,” he says instead, smiling the crooked smile that you always say makes him look like a stupid little rugrat on the streets. But he gets the patented Kai Kamal Huening smile on your face in return, annoyance and exasperation and fondness all mixed into an expression that nearly explodes the box where he keeps those three words, eight letters, carefully locked away, so it can’t be too bad. Not really. Not if it gets him the sunlight of your smile on your face.

Nothing’s so bad, really, not even the weight of all the words he means but can’t say, not when you smile at him like this under the shimmering golden sunlight of a fall-turning-winter evening, not when the two of you are alone in the street glowing warm with laughter, not when it feels like nothing in the world can tear the two of you apart. It’s enough, really. Having you here, and knowing you’ll always be here, even if it means keeping secrets locked carefully away in his heart.

“Come on,” he repeats, and his smile isn’t even that strained as he jerks his head towards the end of the street. “The sun’s setting. Let’s get home.”

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[hwaightme]

new theme because i crave spring

#hm/announcements #disappearing back into the void #flower hwa brings a spring-style serenity #so do cherry blossoms #and poetry by do jonghwan

[bakbakitybak]

Mount Hwa; Purveyor of the Blossoming Blade

Imagine the chops needed to write a martial art that smells like flowers bruh. Also I tried something with the shadows since I didn’t want to do lineart.

Ryukendo is next on my nostalgia trip

#return of the mount hua sect #return of the blossoming blade #plum blossoms #Mount Hwa Sect #Wuxia #murim #manhwa #fan art #procreate #digital art #there was an attempt

[makeitmingi]

Let Me In

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Normal!Reader, Vampire!Seonghwa

Summary: He's the second in command of the most powerful, feared coven. But he hides a secret, a human that made his dead heart feel love. For the rest of her life, he promises to protect her from harm, never wanting her to face the consequences of being his lover. Until one day, his hand is forced.

Word count: 8.3K

[Story warning(s): Reader questions herself and her life, descriptions of violence, gore, blood shed, all things vampire. ATEEZ coven members have horrible pasts, experiences with humans and with each other. Please read at your own discretion.]

The moment you entered your bedroom, you let out a tired sigh and leaned against the closed door, your tired body slumping down slightly. The weight of the day was starting to sink into your bones and the aches in your joints were screaming at you.

Today, after a long day at university, you took a double shift at your work place because you knew the later shifts got paid slightly more for closing up the store.

"Never again." You told yourself. Looking at the clock by your desk, you straightened up and went to your window sill.

Pulling back the curtains, you pushed open the windows. You shivered, it was a chilly cloudy night, the moon barely visible.

"I need a shower." You walked to the drawers to pull out some comfy clothes. Although you just wanted to rest, a part of you knew that a warm shower will help relieve some ache in your muscles.

'Maybe I should just quit now.' You thought, leaning against the tiles. You were working so hard to put yourself through university, for what?

"Argh!" You let out a small shout of frustration. Closing your eyes, you grounded yourself and took a deep breath before exiting the shower and getting changed. You tried to towel dry your hair as you shuffled into your bedroom again to do your night time routine.

"Are you okay? Why did you shout? I thought something happened to you in the shower."

"It's nothing..." You mumbled, putting moisturiser on your arms and legs. Once you were done, you gathered your dirty clothes in your arms to do laundry.

"Sorry, I forgot. Come in, Hwa." You said before walking out into the hallway. You heard the heels of his shoes lightly knock on the floor.

"My love, what's wrong?" The male, having removed his shoes, walked over to where you were.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." You shook your head as you poured soap into the washing machine and started a cycle. When you straightened up, you saw the worried frown on his face.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Really." You placed a hand on his arm. His cold hand came up to cup your cheek, making you shiver slightly.

"Look at me." He said. You looked up, meeting his eyes. His own dark orbs searched yours, seemingly trying to find out if you were telling the truth or not. You felt him wrap an arm around you to pull you to his body. His body was cold but sturdy, letting you rest your entire weight on him.

"My love..." He stroked the back of your head to soothe you while your forehead rested against his chest. You closed your eyes for a second, savouring his familiar scent and how much it comforted you.

Seonghwa came to your window ledge every night, waiting for you to let him in. After all, that's the rule of vampires. He couldn't come in unless you let him.

"Let's get you to bed, hmm?" The moment he felt you nod against him, you were in his arms as he carried you to bed.

"Rest, my love. You must be tired." He whispered, keeping you protectively in his hold.

Never in his life time did Seonghwa think that he would be here, holding a human like his life depended on it. But when he met you, something blossomed in him, he's never felt it before.

All he wanted to do was to have you, protects you and love you. Was it really love? Seonghwa wouldn't know, he's never experienced it.

It took him a long time to convince you that he seriously loves you and wouldn't hurt you ever, never in a million years. He gave you space, showed you kindness, patience and support. Along the way, he gave you a purpose, even if you knew you would outlive him.

But you were a secret. Seonghwa's coven was the most powerful and he was the second in command. He couldn't be with a human, he knew his enemies would use you against him.

If his coven faced a downfall, it would be his fault. Because he knew, he would give everything up to ensure your safety.

Would his coven hate him? Kick him out? Seonghwa prays that he never finds out.

But just how did you meet?

Seonghwa was being chased by a vampire hunter after saving one of his coven brothers. He wasn't healing well and he thought that was it, the vampire hunter would end his life.

Until you found him. At first, you didn't know he was a vampire so you brought him into your house. When you realised, you nearly ran for the hills but Seonghwa said he was too weak to even hurt you.

"Will drinking my blood help you heal faster?" You winced as you asked, already fearing the repurcussions of your question. Why were you determined to save this vampire? He's probably killed many humans before to take their blood, he probably doesn't deserve to live and you should just let him die.

"Human blood does help my healing abilities." Seonghwa winced in real pain.

"But... How will you know when to stop?" You asked timidly. What if you let him drink from you and he can't stop until he's drained you entirely? You will be responsible for your own death.

"I won't." He admitted. Right, that totally convinced you more.

"Okay, you know what. Just do it." You sighed in defeat. Whatever fate has in store for you, you're resigned to it. What did you have to live for anyway?

"Are you sure? You could die." He touched your cheek. Was dying sending him into a delirium? Usually, Seonghwa wouldn't think twice if a delicious smelling human was offering herself up to him.

But a part him was hesitant. Looking at you, he didn't want to hurt you or worse, kill you.

"I already said yes, Mr Vampire. Stop stalling or you're making me doubt my decision. Just do it, okay?" You frowned. What was with this guy? Aren't vampire blood thirsty and would readily jump a human for a taste of their blood?

"Okay, come closer. And my name is Seonghwa." He hissed in pain.

"Right because I totally want to know my killer's name." You sighed, inching yourself closer to him.

"Do you have to drink from my neck though? It feels... a little intimate..." You squirmed. If Seonghwa wasn't in such agony, he would have found you a peculiar little human with your questions.

"It's better." He said. Wrapping an arm around his waist, you helped him sit up properly on the couch.

"Now, turn your body towards me and drape your legs over my lap." He instructed. You did as you were told, steadying yourself with an arm around his shoulders.

You pursed your lips at the close proximity, feeling your face heat up. Gosh, he was definitely good looking. Great, have a big crush on the thing that might kill you. You consoled yourself that at least if you died, the last thing you'll see is a handsome face.

"Please be gentle?" You let out a nervous laugh. You shivered as you felt his breath on your neck when he leaned in.

"Thank you." Was all he said before you felt a little prick on your neck and you were out like a light.

You woke up a day later, surprisingly alive. There was a bandage on your neck, covering the 2 small holes. That cemented the fact that it wasn't a dream and you really had an encounter with a vampire.

But you didn't expect him to appear at your window two nights later. Not to take your blood but to thank you properly.

He accompanied you that night, telling you more about himself, minus the gory backstories and details, and learning more about you.

As your relationship bloomed, Seonghwa told you that will be the first and last time he ever took blood from you. He was serious about never hurting you again.

"What's going on in there?" Seonghwa felt you lightly tap his forehead. He grasped your hand, kissing your fingertips.

"Thinking about you." He chuckled. You scoffed, you knew he was always thinking about how the two of you met. Well, you didn't blame him, you didn't think you would by lying here with a vampire by your side either. And somehow, that vampire would be the only source of happiness in your life.

"Hwa, can I asked you, how have you... lived... for so long?" You asked.

"Well, I don't exactly have a choice, love." He let out another small laugh of amusement. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just teasing you.

"You know what I mean... At some point, have you wanted to just... give it all up? After all, you've lived through everything." You said.

"Of course, after a few hundred years, humans get a little boring." He shrugged.

"Seonghwa! I'm being serious here." You slapped his chest with a small pout. Seonghwa laughed and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

"Alright, alright. Let's put it this way, love. If I did give it all up, thinking I've already done everything there is to life, I wouldn't have met you." He looked into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I wouldn't know what love is, what love feels like. I wouldn't know what it's like to love and protect something so much to the point where you'd willing give up everything for." He said softly, bringing you close to press his lips against yours.

"I love you, Hwa." You hugged him.

"I love you too. So, don't give up just yet." He said, resting his cheek against the crown of your head.

"It's tiring. What am I even working so hard for? I work to put myself through university to get a degree, just to go out and work again." You sighed.

"If you'd just let me help, you wouldn't have to work. Could just focus on university." He pointed out. You lifted your head to glare at him.

"Okay, I know. Bad idea, stupid Hwa. I'll shut up now." He said just as you opened your mouth to scold him.

It wasn't a secret that Seonghwa, as a result of his coven, is loaded. Typical, right? He has always offered to support you financially or just loan you the money but you've always declined it.

"You know that I'll never take your money, even if it's just a loan. If I want to do something, it's gotta come from me. I don't take handouts." You chewed on your bottom lip. Seonghwa looked at you fondly, you were such a resilient human. But he hated how you tire yourself out and work yourself to the bone.

"Love, it's not handout. I'm your boyfriend. Not some sponsor or loan shark. I just want to help you, see you less stressed or burnt out." He said.

"I'll be fine. It's just one of those moments... I'll get over it soon." You groaned.

"You're not alone, alright? I'm here now." He said. Sometimes, it hurt to think that Seonghwa will out live you. He says that he'll be with you forever but what about when you're old and frail?

"Thanks, Hwa. I'm glad I have you." You gave him a peck.

You grew up with your grandmother, never knowing what happened to your birth parents. After your grandmother died, you were left alone to fend for yourself.

You spent your entire life just going with the flow. It was mundane but you never really sought to venture out of your ordinary routine, until you met Seonghwa. Now, your routine is still the same with school and work but Seonghwa visits every night.

"Seonghwa, are you sure you can visit every night? Isn't night time when vampires are the most active?" You asked.

"That's tradition but no. As long as I do my tasks, the coven doesn't really question me." Seonghwa replied. Or rather, they wouldn't dare question the second in command.

"You never told me what your special power is." You said.

"What special power? Where are all these questions coming from?" He chuckled.

"On my way home, I passed by the bookstore and saw someone buying a copy of 'Twilight'." You said. Seonghwa let out a loud groan of annoyance while you snickered, he hates that book.

"In the story, they all have an individual power, besides the speed, super strength and healing abilities." You reasoned.

"I've told you countless times, that book is trash. It's so fictional. Vampires may prefer to work at night because it's less exhausting but I don't sparkle like a diamond when I'm in sunlight." Seonghwa rolled his eyes. You remember how he threw away your entire box collection when he saw it.

"Your hate of the Twilight saga aside. Back to the point, do you have a special power? And what is it?" You asked, an excited twinkle in your eye. Seonghwa cast you a flat look.

"It's late. Can you go to sleep? I'll tell you another time, alright?" He rolled his eyes.

"Come on." You whined.

"Love, you have to wake up for class tomorrow." Seonghwa argued. You pouted but sighed in defeat, giving him a dirty look before laying down to go to sleep.

Seonghwa didn't sleep but he still liked to stay with you for as long as he could.

Your question scared him a little. He didn't want you to know that his leader made him the second in command because of how strong his powers are.

When you woke up the next day, you were alone in bed. Seonghwa never stayed the whole night, you were fine with it. Exiting your bathroom, you found the clothes that you put in the wash last night were hung out to dry.

"Thanks, Hwa." You smiled softly and went to wash up to get ready for the day.

"Don't give up just yet."

His words from last night were fresh in your head. Seonghwa has lived for so long and hasn't given up, your years were measly compared to his. Who were you to give up?

"Let's do this." Slinging your book bag over your shoulder, you headed out the door to go to your university.

-

"Hyung? What are you doing out there?" Wooyoung asked from the confines of the house.

"Just thinking..." Seonghwa sighed. Unlike Wooyoung, Seonghwa has been a vampire a lot longer and has grown accustomed to being in the sun for longer periods of time without feeling the exhaustion or sensitivity. Opening his eyes, he turned around and headed into the house, closing the door behind him.

"What's up, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa questioned.

"Hongjoong hyung is looking for you." Wooyoung informed. Seonghwa nodded and headed down to the basement of the house. He knocked on the double doors before entering.

"Hongjoong, you were looking for me?" Seonghwa greeted the coven leader with a bow.

"Yunho said there are more trespassers coming into our area. I think we should increase the patrol with the smaller covens." He said.

"I agree. When you say trespassers, new vampires? Or-"

"Hunters. Some of them don't really trust the peace treaty we have with the humans. They haven't done anything but I don't want them coming too close." Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I understand, I'll let the other covens know." Seonghwa bowed his head.

Although Seonghwa and Hongjoong have known each other and been best friends for hundreds of years, Seonghwa still threaded lightly when it came to treating Hongjoong like a friend more than a leader. To vampires, ranking was important.

"You okay?" Hongjoong tilted his head, genuinely worried.

"Yeah. Just thinking about the hunters. We can protect ourselves, no doubt. But the smaller covens may struggle." Seonghwa lied.

"They'll definitely use the smaller covens to try and get us. But we'll manage. Can you go with San for tonight's stake out? We could use you." Hongjoong asked.

"You know I don't work with the brawn." Seonghwa chuckled, trying to joke with Hongjoong.

"Would you prefer to go with Wooyoung then?" Hongjoong asked, an understanding smile on his face.

Seonghwa knew that Hongjoong really did care for him and his opinion, which he was grateful for. They had supported each other for so long and grew their coven together.

The 8 members were split into 2 groups, the brains and the brawn. Seonghwa and Hongjoong alongside 2 other members; Wooyoung and Yunho, were the brains. The other 4 members were the brawn, utilised more for their brute strength. That's how they worked so well together as a coven.

"Sometimes I wonder, if we'll truly, ever be able to exist peacefully alongside humans." Hongjoong said, going to stand by his window.

"Human's have literature that paint us as the enemy. That's never going to end." Seonghwa shrugged, trying to suppress the smile as he remembered the Twilight conversation with you.

The coven got their blood mainly from blood banks and human suicides now. Last time, it was different.

"I know it doesn't pardon us from what we've done in the past." Hongjoong smiled bitterly.

When vampires were forced to hunt humans a long time ago, it was truly a war. Yes, some members of their coven have hunted before, for survival.

"There are still rogues, Hongjoong. No matter how much we try to stop them and hunt them. New ones pop up." Seonghwa said.

"Mmm, Jongho caught one going after a child two nights ago." Hongjoong sighed. Seonghwa had a grim look on his face. Even when they hunted humans, their coven never went after children.

"I'll go on a stake out with Wooyoung tonight. We'll keep the border clear." Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong on the shoulder. He knew that Hongjoong had a lot to deal with, a big burden to carry as the leader of such a powerful coven.

"Thanks, Hwa." Hongjoong smiled. Seonghwa bowed his head before leaving the leader's quarters.

Even though their coven tried to maintain the peace with humans, some coven members didn't particularly like humans after their run in with vampire hunters. That's why Seonghwa keeps you a secret.

"Oh, hyung." San smiled when he saw the blonde emerge from the basement.

"Hey, San." Seonghwa's eyes trailed to the scar over the younger's eyebrow. Just one of the scars left by vampire hunters.

"You spoke to Hongjoong hyung?" San blinked.

"Yeah, he updated me on the trespassers and border issues recently. I'll be heading out with Wooyoung tonight to assess and control the situation." Seonghwa informed.

"Okay. I'll see you tonight then." San bowed and went upstairs to his room.

Once Seonghwa was in his own room, he took his phone out to drop you a text, letting you know that he may not come tonight. Even if he did, he'll be late. It did hurt him slightly, Seonghwa didn't want you to think that he put the coven before you. But that's the sacrifice he had to make to keep you a secret.

'Of course, Hwa. I understand, your coven needs you. You shouldn't neglect your duties. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I'll just see you tomorrow night <3 - (y/n)'

He didn't expect anything less, of course you were understanding and told him to focus on his coven's needs instead.

'I love you. Rest well. - Hwa'

'I love you too. Stay safe, alright? And thanks for handling my laundry for me this morning. - (y/n)'

Smiling to himself, Seonghwa put his phone aside. Since he doesn't sleep, he always got out of bed before you woke up and helped you do your morning chores like laundry and cleaning.

Just to give you one less thing to do in your already busy day.

He entered his bathroom to shower. After his shower, he stared at himself in the mirror.

The coven mark right under his right eye. You didn't know that it was there, another thing Seonghwa hid from you. But no one questioned it, it was normal for him to hide it when he's amongst humans.

Seonghwa knew you would ask him why he got it in such an obvious spot. But he didn't want to lie to you again, the truth was that Hongjoong held him down and forced him to get it when he was on a rampage a long time ago.

At that time, Hongjoong was a ticking time bomb. Questioning everything when his own brother was murdered by a vampire hunter. He wanted Seonghwa to prove his loyalty this way.

"I'm going out to visit to meet our neighbouring covens." Seonghwa said as he came back downstairs.

"Want us to come with?" Yunho offered, looking up from his cereal bowl.

Vampires don't gain nutritional value from human food but they always had some laying around to snack on for fun. Some ate it to reminisce the taste of when they enjoyed it as humans.

"It's alright, I'd rather walk on my own." Seonghwa pulled his hood up and left the house.

Just as he exited the house, a truck pulled up. It was the group that supplied their coven with blood.

"Boys, our supply is here." Seonghwa announced. Yunho and Jongho were there in a few seconds, helping carry the boxes of blood packs into the house. Seeing that everything was in order, Seonghwa grabbed a blood pack from one of the boxes and left to finish his duties for the day.

As he walked, he used his fang to pierce a corner of the bag to drink it. Nothing compared to the taste of your blood, the best that Seonghwa's ever had in his entire life time.

But as soon as the memory entered his head, he shook it away before the temptation hit. He swore he would never take blood from you again.

When he drank from you, he knew he was a goner. For the first time in a long time, he felt himself lose all self control.

That was, until you grew limp against him. The sinking weight of your head and body on his own jolted him out of his blood trance.

It took so much will power to pull away from you. He was scared that he had killed you but when he felt your weak pulse, he was relieved. He sat there for a while with you in his lap as he healed.

Then he carried you to bed, tended to your wound and left for the night.

No, Seonghwa didn't love you because of the taste of your blood. That was a separate thing and he didn't let that desire for your blood cloud his feelings. That's why Seonghwa promised to never take your blood again, even if you did offer it to him to satiate his hunger.

Tossing the now empty blood pack aside, Seonghwa looked at the sky, seeing the dark clouds roll in. He was suddenly hit with a heavy feeling in his chest.

Hopefully everything will be okay.

-

"There's been another mysterious killing. The bodies of 3 men, armed with weapons, have been found viciously mutilated. Police suspect that this could be due to gang activity..."

You looked at the television that was left on while you and your colleague closed up the shop for the day.

"Did you see this, (y/n)?" She gasped. You looked up at the television of the crime scene. Although they were blurred out, the weapons found on the 3 dead bodies made it clear to you that they were vampire hunters. From the looks of it, the vampire or vampires made it out alive.

Seonghwa always told you that vampire hunters carry silver as they can seriously injure vampires. It was one of the only things those vampire fantasy books were accurate about.

"Are you done? We can lock up." She smiled, turning off the television. You nodded and grabbed your bag.

"Get home safe." You wished.

"You too." She giggled and waved to you before you parted ways. As you headed home, you thought about Seonghwa. You didn't see him last night.

'I saw the news about the 3 bodies. They're vampire hunters, aren't they? Are you safe? - (y/n)'

'You're right, my love. Yes, don't worry. It wasn't us, one of the smaller covens but they managed to get away safely. - Hwa'

'That's good, I hope they're okay. I didn't see you last night so I wanted to make sure you were not one of the ones that were fighting the hunters. - (y/n)'

'My love, you're probably the only human that is worried that the vampires are okay, not the humans. And you may not have seen me but I, for sure, saw you. Of course I have to make sure you're safe in bed, even if I'm not there to accompany you. - Hwa'

'You dropped by? - (y/n)'

'For a bit, just to see if you were asleep and safe. - Hwa'

'You should have knocked or woken me up. I would have let you in. - (y/n)'

'You know I would never do that. I would not risk waking you, no matter how much I miss you. - Hwa'

'Unfortunately, I cannot come tonight. With the vampire hunters' attack, my leader needs me to help scout out our area and visit the attacked covens to make sure they're okay. I'm sorry. - Hwa'

'No need to apologise. This is for your safety and the coven's, which is more important. And the attacked covens need all the help and support they can get, I'd rather sacrifice my time with you than to know they're struggling on their own. I'll be fine, I'm headed home now anyway. - (y/n)'

'You're such a peculiar kind human, love. - Hwa'

'I'm going to ignore the fact that you just called me weird and focus on the 'kind' only. - (y/n)'

'Of course, you are very kind, that's why I love you. I love you so much, my love. - Hwa'

'I love you too, Hwa. Please be careful and take care when you're facing those hunters. If you drop by tonight, please wake me up. I'll let you in. - (y/n)'

When you arrived at home, you went straight to take a shower, not bothering to open your windows since Seonghwa wasn't coming.

"Laundry..." You were standing in your kitchen when you heard an ear piercing scream, making you jump.

"What was that?" Your apartment building was small and old, you stay on the top floor, which was the third floor. The scream sounded like it came from your downstairs neighbour. As much as you wanted to see what happened, something in you told you to stay away.

*BANG*

Then a shot rang out through the building. It was almost deafeaning. Quickly, you went to lock your door and grabbed your phone.

"Love? What's wrong?" Seonghwa already knew something was up. You never call him because that would risk his coven brothers finding out about you. For you to do, something was definitely wrong.

"H-Hwa, there's a shooting in my building... I don't know what's going on... Something is wrong, Hwa..." You panted, feeling the fear creep up in your throat.

"Seonghwa hyung?" Yeosang frowned in confusion.

"Love, speak to me." Seonghwa ignore the younger as he felt a chill wash over him. You were in trouble.

"Hwa, I think they're coming." You whimpered. Seonghwa's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. How did the vampire hunters find you?

"Hold on, my love. I'm coming." Seonghwa promised.

"Brothers, I know I have a lot to explain but right now, I need your help. Please." Seonghwa said to his 7 brothers. Hongjoong, at the other end of the meeting table, raised a questioning eyebrow. In the centuries he has known Seonghwa, he has never seen Seonghwa beg so desperately.

*BANG BANG BANG*

There was a pounding on your door. You left your phone on, sliding it under the bed so Seonghwa could hear what was going on. You hid in your room as you heard the main door get busted down.

"Hello?" You heard a gruff voice as a few footsteps entered your house. Your heart was racing.

"There you are." The bedroom door was forced open and you were cornered, facing 5 burly men, armoured and armed.

"W-Who are you?"

"I'm sure you know who we are, sweetheart. Someone in this building is harbouring vampires. And I'm pretty certain that it's you." One of the males smiled at you.

"Vampires? Are you kidding? Vampires aren't real! You busted down my door just for that?" You lied, trying to keep your cool.

"Lying doesn't help your case. If you really don't know what we're talking about, I'm sure your vampire wouldn't mind us sticking around, huh?" The man chuckled. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact.

"A HUMAN?!" San roared, almost stopping in his tracks when he heard Seonghwa tell the group that you're a human.

"Yes, I'm in love with a human. And she needs me right now. I'm the reason she's getting hurt." Seonghwa said as they ran from their home to your house, following Seonghwa's guide.

"Seonghwa-"

"I promise to explain myself later. You can kick me out, banish me, whatever. I just need your help, I need her to be okay. Please, Joong." Seonghwa begged.

"Okay, you owe us that." Hongjoong frowned. He wasn't happy either, feeling betrayal bubble within him.

"Wooyoung, whatever happens. I want you to take her out of there. Make sure she's safe. Please, I trust you." Seonghwa said.

"Alright, hyung. I promise, I'll protect her." Wooyoung agreed, albeit reluctantly. He was here because of Seonghwa. He hated that Seonghwa was reduced to such a state, the one that took him in. But it was what he owed the older, even if this human might be the reason that Seonghwa has to leave the coven.

"Third floor." Seonghwa pointed. Instead of using the window, Seonghwa knew the 8 of them couldn't fit and used the door. Seonghwa stood at the threshold where the door was knocked down.

Seonghwa's eyes turned red as his eyes fell on you, barely conscious, bloodied and bruised, in the hands of the vampire hunter. You were losing consciousness.

"(y/n)!" Seonghwa shouted.

"There you are." The 5 hunters turned to the 8 vampires standing there. You weakly turned your head.

Seonghwa was almost unrecognisable, in a fur hood with a mark beneath his glowing red eyes. You couldn't make the rest out, you guessed they were his coven brothers.

"Love, let me in!" Seonghwa screamed. You looked at how the hunters were aiming their weapons at the 8 vampires. With Seonghwa standing right in front, you didn't want to let him and his brothers in, they could get hurt.

"Love, please! I'm begging you, let me in! PLEASE!" Seonghwa screamed for you, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Let's fight this fair and square." Hongjoong said to the hunters. He exuded so much dominance and power, you automatically knew he was the coven leader.

"Sure. If you can come in." The hunters shrugged and dropped your body to the floor like you were nothing.

"(y/n). If you die now, I'm killing myself right now!" He threatened you.

"Alright... Come in." You breathed painfully. The 8 hooded vampires entered your tiny apartment, bringing their powers with them.

"Seonghwa, don't kill all of them. We need 1 for information." Hongjoong said but Seonghwa couldn't hear anything. All he wanted to do was kill them. But the hunters weren't going to back down.

"Hwa..." You called out but your words came out in a whisper. Your body felt heavy, you couldn't seem to control it.

"Wooyoung, get her out of here." Seonghwa grunted as he dodged a silver bullet. Seonghwa couldn't use his power with you around, he didn't want you to see how he can use his powers on others. You felt yourself get lifted up, meeting the fox-like eyes of one of Seonghwa's coven brothers.

"No... Hwa..." You whimpered.

"Seonghwa hyung will manage. I need to take you to safety. Sleep now." His voice was so calming you slipped into unconsciousness.

"Wake up."

A voice spoke to you, making you open your eyes. You gasped and sat up, finding yourself surrounded by 7 vampires that honestly looked upset with you.

"Human, you've not recovered. But we woke you up because we need you to heal Seonghwa." You remembered his name, Hongjoong, said.

"Don't try anything funny." One of them with an eyebrow scar flashed his fangs at you.

"San, go to your room. You're not needed here." Hongjoong waved the aggressive vampire off, making him storm out of the room. He then turned back to you.

"What happened to Seonghwa?" You asked.

"He was hit bad and we removed the silver but his healing is compromised and slow. He needs fresh blood to heal or he'll die. Considering you're the reason he's in that situation, you should be the one of give him blood." Hongjoong spoke.

"O-Of course." You said. Hongjoong's words cut deep but they held nothing but the truth. You knew his relationship with Seonghwa goes way back, they've known each other forever.

"Mingi, carry her to my room." Hongjoong ordered. A tall male came forward, his face expressionless as he easily lifted you up.

"Hwa!" You nearly leapt out of his arms when you saw the state Seonghwa was in.

"My... love... You're... okay..." Seonghwa smiled weakly as Mingi sat you down in the chair beside Hongjoong's bed. You leaned forward to hold his hand, pressing it against his cheek.

"Thanks to you and your brothers. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, Hwa." You cried against his hand.

"Silly girl... What's there... to be sorry about...? I told you... I'll always p-protect... you..." He winced. You heard Hongjoong clear his throat from behind you, reminding you why you were here in the first place.

"Hwa, you're dying. Drink from me, it's the only way you'll heal properly." You said.

"No." He didn't even hesitate or wait to answer.

"Hwa, please. You're here because of me. You have to!" You sobbed. Now, it was your turn to beg him. Seonghwa swallowed, resting his hand on your head as you cried. He met Hongjoong's eyes, knowing he must be the one that convinced you to do this, telling you that it was your fault that Seonghwa's dying.

"It's not... your fault..." He said.

"I can't let you die, Hwa. You hear me? You cannot die before me. If you don't drink from me, I'll forcefully make you drink from me." You shouted at him.

"You're also recovering... human bodies are fragile... You can't handle me... taking from you..." He told you.

"I may kill you." He looked into your eyes.

"Hongjoong will stop you before you kill me. You can, right?" You turned to Hongjoong, who shrugged but nodded his head. If that will convince Seonghwa to drink from you, he'll agree.

"Please, hyung! You can leave the coven and be with a human, for all I care, but you cannot die." Wooyoung begged.

Suddenly, you grabbed the dagger from the holster of the person closest to you, pointing it at yourself. All the vampires in the room, including Seonghwa was shocked, unsure of what they should do. Seonghwa stared at you with wide eyes.

"My love... What are you... doing? Don't... be rash..." Seonghwa coughed as he didn't have the strength to stop you now.

"Hwa, you begged me to let you in... You said you'll kill yourself if I die. I'll kill myself too if you die." You threatened, bringing the dagger closer to your neck.

"Fine. Just put the dagger down." Seonghwa frowned.

"All those who won't control yourselves, leave now." Hongjoong ordered. A few of them left the room.

"Yeosang, help her up." Hongjoong instructed. You were lifted up again. The best position without Seonghwa having to move much was for you straddle him and lean down.

"You can hug me... I'm... not that... fragile... It's okay to be afraid... But don't be, my love... It's just me, your Hwa... Hmm?" Seonghwa chuckled, weakly reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body was now just laid over his. His own arms moved to drape over your lower back.

"I'm sorry." Seonghwa pressed a light kiss to your cheek. You tilted your head away, presenting your neck to him.

When Seonghwa bit down, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to let any sounds of pain and discomfort out, anything that'll deter him from drinking.

"I love you..." You forced out before your world faded to black.

-

"My love." Seonghwa entered his room. You have been unconscious, laying in Seonghwa's bed, for a week already.

As he feared, Seonghwa took too much from you and needed Hongjoong and Yeosang to tear him away from you and knock him unconscious so he wouldn't kill you.

But even so, the toll was too much on your already injured body so right now, you needed to rest.

"It's been a week. Are you resting well?" He whispered, kissing the back of your hand. You were always warm compared to how cold he was. He smiled softly, reaching over to make sure your hair was not bothering you.

"Take all the time you need, my love. I'll be here." He kissed your forehead. He ignored the sting he felt, he was the reason you were laying there.

After Seonghwa recovered, they sat down to talk. They didn't want to kick Seonghwa out of the coven but some members were uncertain about having a human coexist with them within the same space.

San, Mingi and Yunho were the ones that avoided Seonghwa for now. The decision was left up to them.

And safe to say, Hongjoong still hasn't spoken directly to Seonghwa too. The only time was to tell Seonghwa that no matter the decision, you and he can stay in the house until you have recovered.

"Hyung. Is she okay?" Jongho came in. He was the one with the contact for a doctor that was a vampire, to come check on you.

"Still the same." Seonghwa sighed, his eyes not leaving you.

"What's your plan, hyung?" Jongho asked as he crossed the room and took a seat by the desk that Seonghwa had in the room. It kept a distance between the two of you.

"I don't have the right to ask any of you to live with a human, knowing what some of you have been through with hunters. So I'll do what's best for the coven. But no matter what, I can't leave her. I cannot continue to exist without her." Seonghwa smiled softly as he looked at your peaceful face.

"But she'll die, hyung. Maybe not now but she's human. At some point, she'll die." Jongho stated.

"Then I'll be by her side when the time comes." He said firmly.

"You really love her?" Jongho sat up.

"I thought I experienced everything there is to life, seen all there is to see. But when I met her, everything I experience with her was so new. So yes, I love her more than life." Seonghwa replied.

"You love her so much that you're willing to leave us?" There it was. The stabbing question.

"Jongho, you know this decision isn't easy. I love all of you, you've been my family for so long, especially Hongjoong. But I can't, I can't leave her. I don't want to have to decide between all of you and her."

Not saying another word, Jongho stood up and left the room. Seonghwa moved to lay beside you, carefully moving your body so that you laid on his shoulder and he cradled your body. He buried his face in your hair.

"I'll take care of you forever, my love. As long as you're with me, everything else doesn't matter." He held you to his body.

With how half the coven avoided him, Seonghwa mostly kept to his room. He guarded you, not that he didn't trust his brothers, but he just felt the need to make sure you were safe.

So when you woke up another week, Seonghwa was there. He nearly cried as he showered you in kisses.

"I thought you left me." He said, his forehead pressed to yours.

"I would never." You giggled. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. When you pulled away, you reached out to touch his cheek, specifically the mark under his eye.

"You've hid this." You said but your voice held no anger. Seonghwa placed his hand on top of yours.

"It happened a long time ago. It's the mark of the coven." He explained with a soft smile. You nodded, rubbing your thumb over it gently. You and Seonghwa shared that moment together in silence, emotionally connecting and healing after everything the two of you have been through together.

"You looked so different when you came to the apartment. When you pulled down your hood and your eyes were glowing red, I've never see them like that before." You said to him.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" He frowned in worry.

"Was I scared? A little. But I knew you would never hurt me." You smiled softly.

"That's right." He kissed your knuckles. Seonghwa seemed to be thinking about something but you didn't point it out, not wanting to pressure him into telling you more.

"Love, I think I should tell you about my power. But I need you to promise me that you won't hide from me. Anything, any doubt, you'll ask me, can you do that?" He spoke gently. You nodded your head.

"The reason I'm second in command... is that I can control and manipulate minds." Seonghwa said.

"What does that mean?" You tilted your head.

"I can control the minds of those around me. I can manipulate them to make them think differently, see differently, act differently without them even knowing. There's no way of stopping me from entering their minds." He revealed.

"So... you can like... make people kill each other...? Take over their minds and control them?"

"Yes, in the worst possible way. I can do anything to them as long as they are within my reach. Humans, especially, are more fragile with their minds so they're easier to manipulate." He explained.

"H-Have you ever..." You didn't even want to ask that, it sounded wrong coming out of your mouth.

"My love, I swear on my life, I have never used my power on you. Not once." Seonghwa shook his head frantically, knowing you would ask.

"Okay, I believe you, Hwa." You nodded with a loving smile.

"But what's going to happen to you, Hwa? Your coven knows about me now. I'm so sorry." That was what you were mainly worried about. Seonghwa lifted you to sit on his lap.

"Hey, nothing for you to apologise for. This is my fault, I'm the reason you were targeted in the first place. I told them to decide if I should stay or go. But no matter what, I'm keeping you with me." He informed.

"Hwa, maybe-"

"I don't even want you to finish that sentence, don't even have such a thought in your head. You should know that I'm never leaving you. If they're fine with me staying, you're staying with me. If they're not comfortable, I'll leave and take you with me." He wrapped his arms around your waist.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Seonghwa hyung, we all need to talk... When you're ready... Downstairs... You may bring her." Yeosang's voice sounded on the other side of the door before you heard his retreating footsteps.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. They won't hurt you, hmm? I won't let them." Seonghwa held your cheeks, planting a kiss on your lips.

"Okay." You whispered. Seonghwa helped you out of bed. He slipped his arm under you to help you down.

All 7 heads whipped around to you the moment you stepped out, your scent filling the whole room. You shrunk back slightly but Seonghwa squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Seonghwa pulled a chair out for you to sit by his side. The other 7 coven members sat at the other end of the table.

This was the first time you were face to face with Seonghwa's coven brothers. You gulped, you felt like your heart was pounding in your ears. You squeezed Seonghwa's hand under the table. Everyone stared at you except Hongjoong, who stared at Seonghwa.

"I'm guessing this is to discuss the coven's decision." Seonghwa broke the silence first.

"Hyung, you can't leave. We need you." Yeosang blurted out.

"Yeosang, you know if I stay, she stays with me. I need you all too. But I also need her." Seonghwa said. You grew conflicted, hearing the coven member's words.

You loved Seonghwa more than life but they needed him. Seonghwa can't leave them, eventually you'll die and he'll be alone. If he stayed with them, they'll accompany him for as long as he lived.

"You sure are self sacrifical, human. Not many humans are like you." Hongjoong spoke, having read your mind.

"What?" Seonghwa frowned.

"She'll die and she doesn't want to leave you alone. She wants you to stay with us. She knows and understands the reality, Hwa. Something you don't seem to get!" Hongjoong slammed his palms down on the table, causing you and the other 6 vampires to flinch. But Seonghwa didn't react.

"When I spoke about coexisting with humans, I didn't mean go out and love one. Betray your family. The ones who have been here." Hongjoong glared.

"Hongjoong, you know I didn't do it to intentionally betray you. Any of you." Seonghwa sighed.

"Can't you turn her?" Wooyoung asked.

"No. Not now... Not yet... It's too soon... I-I can't do that to her. It's too much, all of you should know that." Seonghwa looked all of them in the eye. Seonghwa couldn't just turn you, it wasn't fair to you.

"She saved me when I was saving Mingi from the hunters. She's not like the other humans." Seonghwa revealed.

Mingi flinched at the memory, remembering all the lives lost that night and how Seonghwa sacrificed himself so that Mingi could escape the hunters.

"Give her medal of honour then." San said sarcastically.

"San... I know this isn't fair on any of you. Especially after what many of you have been through with hunters. That's why I left the decision on whether I stay with the coven up to you. The only thing that doesn't change is that (y/n)'s with me." Seonghwa still spoke calmly.

"Enough. I've spoken with all the coven members separately. Many of them have... reservations but left the final decision up to me." Hongjoong told Seonghwa.

"Really?" Seonghwa looked at San, Mingi and Yunho.

"It's too big a decision. Hongjoong hyung has been the leader for centuries, we trust his decision. Even if it's not favourable." Yunho said.

For a few seconds, the room fell into silence again as they waited for Hongjoong to speak again. You swear you were going to pass out from this. You felt like time had just stopped.

How would you live with yourself if you were the reason Seonghwa leaves his coven or that it gets broken up?

"Hwa, I-" You were about to pull your hand away from Seonghwa's but he just gripped it tighter. No, he wasn't going to let you go.

"Seonghwa, you've been with me the longest, even before we had this coven. And we've been through a lot together, everything. And yet, I've never seen you more concerned, to the point where you'll beg us, over anything... I'd never expect it to be a over a human." Hongjoong said.

"I know you're loyal, Seonghwa. You've proven it time and time again. I know you wouldn't put us in danger." Hongjoong continued. Seonghwa reached up to touch the coven mark under his eye.

"This will be like a probation period. You and her can both stay. But she'll stay in the guest house, not here." Hongjoong said.

"That's fair." Seonghwa replied. Hongjoong stood up and the other 6 vampires moved to give their leader space. Casting you one last side glance, Hongjoong walked away.

"Come. You should rest more." Seonghwa turned to you.

"I-I..." You stuttered, not sure what to say or how to react. Yunho led San out of there.

"Sleep."

Soon, you fell against Seonghwa's chest. Seonghwa's eyes widened as he turned to Wooyoung, the other mind controller in the group. Although, not as powerful as Seonghwa. Hongjoong wasn't a mind controller but one of his powers let him read minds.

"I'm sorry, hyung. She's been anxious and stressed the entire time. It was deafening." Wooyoung apologised. Surprisingly, with the help of Jongho, Seonghwa was able to move your body to lift you.

"Thank you, Wooyoung. But please don't do that again." Seonghwa brought you up to the room.

"Hyung." Mingi stopped Seonghwa in his tracks.

"You really love her that much?" Mingi asked, the strain in his voice indicated how hard it was for him to ask that. A part of him in denial.

"I do." The older replied and continued his way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Soon, he'll have to prepare to move to the guesthouse behind their main house.

But for now, Seonghwa didn't want to think about what your future would be, what happens after Hongjoong's 'probation period'. He's just content that he still has you and can protect you properly. Hopefully, his coven will soon be more accepting of you, that they'll see how different you are from the other humans.

And you'll be able to be together for the rest of your mortal life.

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[destiny-fics]

Baby Said - Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa

[Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa x Fem!reader]

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa x Fem!reader

Genre: smut, non-idol!au, sugar daddy!au

Summary: Becoming the sugar baby for married couple Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa hadn't been in your original life plan, but you had learnt very quickly that the biggest benefit to being Hongjoong and Seonghwa's baby, was Hongjoong and Seonghwa themselves.

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, Seonghwa likes to be called mommy, polyamory, bisexual Hongjoong and Seonghwa, married Hongjoong and Seonghwa, threesome (mxmxf), oral (m receiving), vouyerism, dom!Hongjoong and Seonghwa, sub!reader, swearing, reader gets called: baby, good girl, princess, alcohol consumption, sugar daddies Hongjoong and Seonghwa, sugar baby reader, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), Hongjoong likes to watch and Matz are both nasty as hell

A/n: hey y'all! It's...it's been a while. Ngl I've just been so busy I haven't had time to write/really been inspired by anything. So I just, disappeared lol. This isn't a promise that I'll be back soon, but I was inspired while procrastinating studying for an exam and this little Matz piece was born. I hope you all enjoying it and thanks for sticking around!

Smut under the cut. Minors DNI

"I'm so fucking proud of you, you know that? You worked so hard, you deserve everything baby," You laughed at Seonghwa's words, the man pressing desperate kisses to the side of your neck as you sipped on your champagne.

"Only after the first hundred times you told me Hwa," you giggled again, melting against Seonghwa as he nipped your neck playfully. Your plan for celebrating your university graduation had originally been to attend a party with some of your classmates, but when your sugar daddies turned boyfriends surprised you by coming home early from their work trip to see your ceremony and celebrate with you, your celebratory plans had quickly led you back to your boyfriends' apartment and into their arms.

You liked to maintain that becoming a sugar baby had never actually been a part of your life plan.

No, that hadn’t been a part of your plan at all. You were going to graduate high school top of your class, go to one of the best universities in the country and graduate top of your class there too, so you could go into the best job in your field. You hadn’t anticipated spilling coffee all over the suit of the Kim Hongjoong while working as a barista three years into your degree, nor had you anticipated him and his husband Park Seonghwa offering to pay for any expenses you needed them to, so that you could focus on your final year of your degree, only wanting to spend a couple of hours a week in your company in return.

And you absolutely could not have anticipated a relationship which had begun as purely transactional between you and the two men to blossom into the dreamlike romance you had found yourself in. The men didn’t do anything by halves, Hongjoong had told you on your third date, and they had never wanted the relationship with you to be only transactional, they had always wanted something more.

So no, none of it had been a part of your original plan.

However, despite that you couldn’t find yourself complaining all that much, for what was there to complain about when you had Hongjoong and Seonghwa? The perfect additions to your life.

"What about you Joong?" You hummed softly, moving your gaze to that of your other lover, sipping his own champagne as he watched you both with dark eyes. "Are you proud of me?"

The man smirked as you addressed him, taking another slow sip of his champagne. "Of course I'm proud of you my princess, I'm always proud of you."

You smiled, delighted with his response, gasping softly as Seonghwa continued his trail of kisses across your neck. "Yeah? Wanna show me how proud?"

"I think Seonghwa’s doing enough of that right now," Hongjoong’s smirk widened when Seonghwa hummed in agreement. "Maybe I'll just watch for a bit, what do you think Hwa?"

"Whatever you want love," Seonghwa detached his mouth from your neck to reply to Hongjoong, before addressing you once more, voice sickly sweet as he pulled you into his lap. "What about you baby? Want to be good for me so I can show you how proud I am of you?"

"I'm always good for you Hwa, always good for…" you hesitated on the word, eyes flickering between your two lovers. "I'm always good for mommy."

Seonghwa shuddered as the word left your lips, his eyes rolling back momentarily before he glared at Hongjoong, the other man huffing a soft laugh. "What Hongjoong?"

"Nothing, nothing…it's just baby bats her eyelashes and calls you mommy and you're ready to do anything she asks of you."

"Because she's a good girl who deserves the world, don't you agree?" Seonghwa countered, licking up the side of your neck as he spoke, eyes challenging Hongjoong.

But his husband didn't back down, merely setting his champagne down and leaning forward with a smirk. "I think that you're an enabler Park Seonghwa."

"If I'm an enabler then you're even worse than me Kim Hongjoong."

"I think…" you hummed the words softly, nuzzling into Seonghwa’s neck. "That perhaps you could do this later? After I'm all fucked out?"

Hongjoong laughed, getting up from his chair and walking towards you and Seonghwa, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. "There's my girl, why don't we show you how proud we really are?"

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"That's it baby, sucking Hongjoong’s cock so well, such a good girl for mommy." Seonghwa pressed himself against your back, cooing in your ear as he watched you lap at the head of his husband's cock. Hongjoong, to his credit, looked mostly unaffected, but you knew better and the way his eyelids fluttered closed when you ran your tongue along his slit let you know that you were doing everything just right.

"Mommy's good girl," you hummed softly as you pulled off Hongjoong's cock to breathe. You kisses his tip gently, looking up at him through your lashes, "Hongjoong’s good girl too…?"

Hongjoong's dark gaze softened at the hint of a question in your words and he nodded, thumbing your cheek gently. "Yeah, always my good girl baby." You smiled softly, pressing another, sweeter kiss to the head of his dick before descending your mouth onto him once more. Hongjoong let out a groan, smiling softly at Seonghwa, who had watched the entire exchange quietly, eyes soft. He smiled back, pressing a kiss to Hongjoong’s thigh, smirking when the action made the man kick his hips up into your mouth.

"You're evil Hwa…so fucking evil."

"Nah," he grinned, shaking his head, "I'm just, what was it you said? An enabler." Hongjoong rolled his eyes playfully, before returning his attention to you, nearly gasping at how content you looked with his cock in your mouth, just so happy to give him pleasure. "Think you can make him cum like this baby?" Seonghwa whispered into your ear, locking eyes with Hongjoong as he sucked on your earlobe.

You nodded around Hongjoong’s cock, humming in affirmation. "Good," Seonghwa purred before turning his attention back on Hongjoong. "You gonna cum for our baby Hongjoong? Give our good girl your load? Watch her swallow it all and then watch her get fucked by me?" Hongjoong threw his head back at Seonghwa's words but very quickly fixed his gaze on you.

"Want to hear her say it, want to hear her beg for it." Seonghwa grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"You heard the man, beg him."

You immediately pulled off Hongjoong with an obscene pop, still stroking his length in your hand. "Please Joongie…please, please, please. Cum, want your cum. Please Hongjoong, I've been so good. Don't I deserve it? Aren't you proud of me?"

"...oh fuck," Hongjoong stilled, eyelids fluttering shut as he let himself go, hands carding through your hair as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed it all diligently, opening your mouth to show both Seonghwa and Hongjoong, the former humming in approval.

"Good girl," he whispered, "we're so proud of you."

"I think it's time for your reward now, don't you?" Hongjoong hummed, pulling you into his lap and turning you to face Seonghwa. He pulled your panties to the side and began to run his fingers through your wet folds, collecting your slick and holding his fingers out to Seonghwa. The other man practically tripped over his feet to get to Hongjoong, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tasted you on his husband's fingers. Hongjoong removed his fingers from Seonghwa's mouth before slipping them inside of you, grinning at the half-gasp/half-moan you rewarded him with. "What do you think princess? Should I let your mommy fuck you? Let him fill up this sweet, pretty pussy with his cock? Let him make you cum?"

"Yes…God yes Hongjoong please. I'll do anything." You whined, canting your hips into Hongjoong’s hand. He chuckled, slipping his fingers out so he could rub the head of his cock against your puffy entrance. Hongjoong raised a challenging eyebrow at Seonghwa who was watching the two of you silently, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Yeah? Anything?"

"Mhm…anything Joong anything. Just please!" You cried out as Hongjoong slipped his cock inside you, giving a few shallow thrusts before pulling out and pushing you towards Seonghwa, grinning as you stumbled into the man's arms.

"What are you waiting for then? Put on a show."

And put on a show you did, Seonghwa wasted no time pressing you into the sheets, making sure you were facing Hongjoong where he was sat in his desk chair. Seonghwa unceremoniously tore your panties from your body, whispering a heated promise to buy you a new pair, before sliding his cock against your pussy, groaning when you desperately grinded back against him.

"Is that how you ask baby?" Seonghwa tsk'd, tapping his cockhead against your entrance.

"No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry Hwa…I'm sorry mommy. Please fuck me, I need you so bad." You craned your neck to look at him, eyes welling with desperate tears. Seonghwa cooed, brushing your tears away and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Of course baby, because you asked so nicely."

The first thrust of Seonghwa’s into your weeping pussy had you seeing stars, crying out Seonghwa’s name as he began a relentless pace of fucking you. You let your gaze move to Hongjoong and that almost made your situation worse. He was still sat in his desk chair, cock still standing proudly against his stomach and leaking copious amounts of precum onto his expensive dress pants, soiling the fabric. But he wasn't doing anything about it, simply sitting there and watching you and Seonghwa with a dark proud expression, eyes almost black with lust. You knew he was getting almost as much pleasure out of this just by watching you and you whimpered at the thought, fucking yourself back onto Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa draped himself across your back, almost holding you in a mating press and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

"Look at him baby," he whispered. "Look at the way he's watching us, watching you. He's getting off on this, on how sexy we are."

And to Seonghwa's credit, he was absolutely right. Hongjoong was getting off on watching the two of you, watching the loves of his life share their love with each other. Knowing that you were all his, that he was the only one who got to see the two of you like this, who got to have the two of you like this. That was the best part of it all.

"I think you're going to make our baby cum Hwa," he hummed thoughtfully. Seonghwa laughed, before straightening up and drilling into you even harder than before.

"Yeah? You gonna cum? Cum for mommy?"

"Mhm, mhm." You nodded desperately. "Gonna cum for mommy, can I cum for mommy?"

"Of course baby, you can cum, cum for mommy."

You cried out as your orgasm finally hit you, pressing your face into the sheets as your walls clenched desperately around Seonghwa’s cock. He groaned deep as he reached his own orgasm, pressing deep inside of you as he pumped you full of his cum. Seonghwa kissed your head gently as you both came down from your highs, moaning as he pulled his cock from your hole and watched as his cum spilled from you. "My sweet girl, did so well for me."

"Did so well for us," Hongjoong hummed, standing from his seat and making his way towards you. With the help of Seonghwa, the two of them lay you against the soft pillows of their bed, Hongjoong moving to hover over you and press a sweet kiss to your lips. "You think you've got one more in you for me, pretty girl?"

"Always Hongjoong," you hummed softly. "Please. Doesn't feel right without you too." Seonghwa smiled at the exchange, pressing a soft kiss to your head and Hongjoong’s lips.

"Treat my baby well," he whispered. "I'll get something to clean us all up with."

"I love you Seonghwa," Hongjoong hummed, smiling up at his husband.

"And I love you," Seonghwa smiled, giving you both another kiss. "You behave baby, just like I know you are."

"Of course mommy," you giggled, feeling soft and high of the endorphins from your first orgasm. Seonghwa shook his head fondly before quietly leaving the room, making you put your attention solely back onto Hongjoong.

Moments like this weren't rare with Hongjoong, but each one of them was so precious that they felt like a rare jewel. He slipped inside of you easily and began to fuck you gently, not pushing your body beyond the limit he knew you could take. He treated you like you were precious, bringing you closer to the brink of your second orgasm and himself closer to his own.

"That's it princess, you just cum for me whenever you want." He whispered softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "We're so proud of you baby, Seonghwa and I. You've worked so hard and you deserve the whole world. I'm so, so proud of you."

"I love you Hongjoong," you whispered softly, kissing his lips. "I love you and Hwa so much."

"We love you too baby," Seonghwa's voice sounded from the doorway and the presence of your other lover pushed you over the edge once more and into another orgasm, this one only more powerful than the first. Hongjoong buried his head into your neck as he came, a muffled "I love you," whispered against your skin.

He almost refused to part from you as he came down from his orgasm, but with some gentle coaxing from Seonghwa he eventually pulled far enough away from you that Seonghwa could get you all clean.

"So," Seonghwa hummed softly once the three of you had settled onto new, clean sheets. "What do you want for your graduation present?"

"You mean this wasn't it?"

"Don't be silly," Hongjoong grumbled into your neck. "What kind of sugar daddies would we be if we didn't spoil you?"

"I always thought Hwa was a sugar mommy," you giggled, squealing as Seonghwa tickled your side. "But, there is a new pair of shoes I've been eyeing recently."

"Yeah? We'll get them for you."

"If you ask nicely enough we'll buy you the whole store."

You and Seonghwa dissolved into giggles as Hongjoong’s words, him eventually joining in despite the fact he didn't really know why it was so funny. Eventually your giggles subsided and you fell into comfortable silence as the three of you began to drift off.

Even if this wasn't in your original plan, you couldn't find it in you to care, because you got this, you got them.

And that was better than any plan you could have come up with.

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[haosweater]

crimson white snow

content: seongjoong x gn! reader, angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au. warnings: profanities, descriptions of throwing up, mention of blood.

summary: when your best friends are each other’s soulmates, how do you tell them that your red string is tied to both of their pinkies?

word count: 4.3k words

note: this initial idea came to me in 2021 and i let it collecting dust until a few days ago lol. i hope you guys enjoy this one!

in a friendship– a trio, specifically, you believed that each person represented either the sun, moon, or stars.

in your case, seonghwa was the sun, hongjoong was the moon, and you were the stars. the three, inseparable friends who loved each other more than anyone else to ever breathe on earth.

but when they all turned sixteen and were blessed with the gift of the sight of their red strings, everything changed.

when seonghwa looked down at his ring finger, candles blown out, he found the red string to be very much shorter than he expected. as his eyes trailed down the string, he looked up at hongjoong, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

that’s when you all knew.

hongjoong’s birthday came around, and the sight of his red string connected to seonghwa relieved him. there was a sort of euphoria and satisfaction that filled them both. unspoken feelings that had blossomed into something more were now affirmed by the universe itself.

you, of course, were elated. the two boys you’d considered your best friends for years were soulmates. their souls were intertwined, bound to love each other for eternity. the twinge of jealousy in your heart was quickly ignored as you celebrated their love, congratulating the two.

most, would call it fate.

but your birthday confirmed that whatever god there was had made a mistake. a very horribly, big mistake.

it was snowing.

you remember because hongjoong was flushed when he came in your room. he only turned red– both cheeks and ears, when he was embarrassed or cold.

he sighed, promptly making himself at home. laying on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath tickled your ear. you shivered, your grip on his hand tightening promptly. he didn’t mind. hongjoong liked holding your hands strangely enough.

“i know it’s your birthday,” hongjoong mumbled, snuggling against you. “but you’ll indulge me for a bit, yeah?” he asks as you chuckle.

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

the boy hums in satisfaction, letting out a soft sigh. he shuts his eyes, mumbling about how seonghwa was late because he got delayed at his club, or something along those lines.

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing that your other friend was definitely getting you a cake. you’d overheard the two discussing it a week prior.

the soft footsteps that grew closer alerted you of seonghwa’s arrival. it was funny– while hwa was indeed very quiet, the sound of his socks against your wooden floor was unmistakable.

hongjoong yawned, sitting up. the soft knock you anticipated came as you chuckled. “come in, hwa.”

the sight of seonghwa pouting as he entered made you laugh even harder. “how’d you know it was me?” he asked, carefully balancing the cake box as he closed the door. “it was joong, wasn’t it?”

“hey man, i didn’t say anything,” he raised his hands, proclaiming his innocence.

“you both aren’t that slick, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. seonghwa laughs at your reaction, putting a smile on your face.

“humour us, sweetheart?”

you pretend to contemplate, humming as joong cackled beside you. “hmm, i’ll cut you both some slack,” you announce. hwa rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face speaks volumes.

turning your attention to the box, you watch as seonghwa opens it, taking out the most beautiful cake you had ever seen. “oh my god,” you marvelled at the sight of it.

the heart-shaped cake was pure white, similar to the snow that fluttered down outside. the crimson red icing that decorated he cake made you smile. it was a beautiful cake, an image that would be etched into your memory forever.

“this is beautiful, seonghwa,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “thank you.”

he smiles back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “anything for you sweetheart. we know how much you’ve been waiting for this day.”

you sat in front of your cake, hongjoong and seonghwa across you with the biggest smiles on their face. blowing the candles out, you look down at your hands, filled with excitement. finally, it was your turn to find out who your soulmate was. however, when you look down, you are stunned.

to your complete and utter horror, you see two strings tied around each of your pinkies.

eyes gazing down at the crimson red string, you nearly choke on air when you see one end tied to seonghwa’s pinky, while the other, was neatly wrapped around hongjoong’s.

“what’s wrong?”

seonghwa’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you felt sick to your stomach. oh, how cruel the universe was. how cruel fate was.

“i- i… what the fuck?” you whisper harshly, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “i don’t have a string,” you lie so easily, straight through your teeth. “i don’t have a soulmate.” you lied so well.

that was the first lie you ever told the two, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was confusion and anger. nothing else.

hongjoong takes your hands into his with a sad smile. “and that’s completely fine, y/n. we’re always here for you,” he reassures you calmly. seonghwa does the same and you feel like crying even harder as you see your strings tangle.

you relished in their touch, their fingers feel so soft, skin warm against your cold hands. you felt safe in their presence, the comforting aura they let out never failing to make you smile. it was bittersweet.

if only you didn’t detest the sight of the red strings around their pinkies. the crimson red thread, a painful reminder to you that this was a reality you couldn’t escape.

there were always myths about the poor souls that the universe decided to curse: the one’s with no soulmates.

if people with no soulmates were cursed by the universe, how about the one’s with two? how about the one’s whose soulmates were each other’s forever, but not theirs? how about you?

you didn’t know.

so you left.

after graduating, you moved overseas. of course the two were there to wish you goodbye. being friends for thirteen years made it harder for you to leave.

you chuckled as seonghwa engulfed you in a tight hug, his tears soaking into your jacket. “don’t cry,” you whisper, stroking his head as hongjoong holds back his own tears, lips trembling. “i’ll be back before you know it.”

that was the second lie you ever told them, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was pity and self-hatred. nothing else.

you started a new life for yourself, burying yourself in studies, jobs and everything you could imagine to avoid going home.

despite all that, you never felt satisfied. there was this hole inside your heart that couldn’t be filled with materialistic goods, academic achievements nor work-place success.

there was nothing that could fill that hole seonghwa and hongjoong once occupied in your heart.

another problem had presented itself through all that turmoil, however, and that was the disease of unrequited love everyone so detested.

one would certainly think flowers were a congratulatory gift .

it started as a tightening feeling in your chest. your once light pants turn into desperate gasps for air before a sick, nauseous feeling takes over. a pounding headache, blurry vision, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes before the most sickening feeling begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

it grows and grows, bubbling like a cauldron before exploding, petals flying out of your mouth. elegantly prancing through the air, crimson red blood dripped off the petals, staining the pure white marble floor. the feeling would go on for another half an hour, or even longer. all you knew was that you wanted it to stop.

years passed, and yet, you could never grow accustomed to the wretched, metallic taste that lingered fervently on the tip of your tongue.

lilies and black dahlias now littered your bathroom floor, the once white marble tiles now painted in a mix of white, black, and crimson red.

still, you told nobody. your friends, family, coworkers– none of them knew about what you were going through.

god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa find out.

on a cold winter’s night, you had gotten an unexpected call from the two. five years had passed and not once had you gone back to see them.

guilt haunted you, always hovering around and never truly leaving. you wanted to see them. you wanted so desperately to throw yourself into their arms and never let them go them. if you were to loosen your grip, perhaps they’d slip through the cracks of your grasp and fade into nothingness.

you wanted to keep hongjoong and seonghwa for youself forever, but you were a fucking coward.

your phone rang. you had propped it up against the potted plant (orchids, your favourite) in the middle of your dining table. the plate of pasta in front of you was warm when you clicked your screen to receive their call.

“hi guys, sorry i’ve been so busy, work’s been crazy!” you immediately spew an apology to your friends, twirling the pasta with your fork. their lack of response has you confused and you look up. a loud gasp escapes you, fork clattering against the ceramic plate as it slipped out of your grasp.

“what the fuck?”

seonghwa’s ring finger is adorned with a beautiful sapphire stone, simple yet utterly gorgeous. the grin on both of their faces has you gaping at them, utterly speechless.

“you- you’re?” your gaze switches between the two males. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise seonghwa had bleached his hair. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise the tears that began to roll down your flushed cheeks.

“oh, no, y/n,” seonghwa coos with a frown. “don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “don’t cry.”

you sob, desperately trying to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry, oh my god,” you inhale a sharp breath. “i’m so happy for you both– congratulations!” you smile, trying to hold back the building feeling in your chest.

seonghwa’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes soften. “thank you darling,” he whispers with a sad smile. “you were the first person we thought of telling, y’know?” he chuckles softly.

god, seonghwa looked so beautiful smiling. you always loved how rosy his cheeks were, his eyes scrunched into the crescent moon. seonghwa’s smile was radiant, shining even brighter than the sun itself.

hongjoong takes the phone, eyes twinkling under the night sky. you recognised his apartment’s balcony all too well. “come home, y/n,” he says softly. it’s the most tender you’ve ever heard him. “come home for us please?”

your heart breaks. you’d never heard hongjoong so desperate. he was longing, yearning for you. he was pleading for you to come home– how could you refuse the request of your soulmate?

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

when the call ends, you run to your bathroom. you can feel the rising of petals, the all too familiar pain scratching your throat.

your knees hit the cold, marble flower, head hanging over the toilet bowl as you hurl out petals and vines. they scratch your throat, a permanent reminder of the unrequited love you faced.

the white and black petals scattered across the floor, blood dripping off them. it was a beautifully gruesome scene, like something out of an artistic horror movie.

you slump against the cold wall of your bathroom with a groan, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. how you were going to be able to hide this from them? you had no idea.

unfortunately, you still hadn’t one when you walked out your gate.

it was a cold, cold day. you had a sweater on, hoodie layered over it for the extra warmth. palms clammy and sweaty, you gripped your bag tightly. god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa recognise you before you were emotionally and mentally prepared to see them for the first time in six years.

had they grown taller? were they as youthful as they once were? has their smiles stayed the same? had their voices deepened? did they still have the same dreadfully boring style? did they still wear the same cologne that clung to their clothes back then? were the bracelets you made them still sitting on their wrist all so beautifully? had–

“y/n!”

you jump at the shout of your name, looking up in shock. in front of you, just standing a few feet away, were kim hongjoong and park seonghwa.

eyes glistening with surprise, you look at them, voice stuck in the back of your throat. oh god, they looked so beautiful.

hongjoong hadn’t grown much, but he stood with confidence. his dark hair looked soft and silky, eyes bright and filled with twinkling stars. his cheeks stayed plump and full of life, a dusty pink that made you want to kiss them.

apart from seonghwa’s bleached hair, the next most obvious change was his height. he had grown almost a head taller, and yet, the sparkle in his eyes had remained. his cheeks were rosy, pink, plump lips curled into a bright, ethereal smile.

you feel years of emotions come crashing down on you. sadness, regret, pain, guilt— love. you burst into tears, wrapping your arms around the two men (not boys, you had to remind yourself).

“i’m sorry,” you apologise as hongjoong starts to cry, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry joong, i’m sorry,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.

seonghwa comforted you with tears in his eyes, patting your head gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. it seemed like deja vu to you, the whole scenario. if you hadn’t inhaled that sweet, floral scent that haw always wore that was mixed with the woody, musky scent hongjoong did, you’d think it all a dream.

as snow began to fall outside, the warmth radiating off the bodies of your soulmates made you realise how harsh this winter would be.

harsh it was indeed.

you’re about to pull your hair out before the ceremony begins. chewing at your bottom lip, your eyes dart around the venue, mind racing faster than you can comprehend.

“y/n.”

hongjoong’s voice sounds eerily deeper than you were used to. it sent shivers down your spine which made him laugh. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks in a cheeky manner as you huff.

“don’t blame me for not being used to your voice,” you lament, resting your elbow on his shoulder out of habit. “i still can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”

you look at the man with a grin and take note of the suit he’s wearing. it’s tailored to fit him perfectly, the details on it intricate and beautiful. the embroidered sun and stars, flowers and snowflakes adorned his clothing. you loved how he and seonghwa had gotten both their suits modified to have a more personal touch to them. it was artistic, elegant yet somewhat nostalgic.

the man sighs, glancing up at you. “it has been almost six years since we last saw each other,” he reminds you.

your body stiffens, rigid and filled with guilt. hongjoong notices this and frowns. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says and you nod.

you knew that. you knew that hongjoong wasn’t holding it against you, but you were holding it against yourself. the file was eating out you inside out, like a parasite clawing at your skin and tearing your flesh from bone.

“hey, y/n,” he says softly, hand reaching out to grab yours. “it’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with the most soft and genuine smile. “it’s okay.”

you nod again and he pulls you in for a hug. hongjoong’s embrace had always felt so safe. you feel yourself melt into it, and if you had closed your eyes, the both of you would’ve been sixteen all over again.

“i love you, y/n,” hongjoong whispers as your eyes widen with surprise. hongjoong had never told you that before. “never forget that,” he pulls away with a wink before bidding you goodbye and going to greet his coworkers.

you stood there, still stunned by his words. your heart was screaming, yelling at you for being so foolish as to not have said it back. however, ‘i am so painfully and desperately in love with you, kim hongjoong’ seemed a bit hard to shout back in the setting you were currently in.

“now, what on earth could you be thinking about right this moment that isn’t related to your two boyfriends?”

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a warm, teasing voice. “yunho,” you smile at the blonde man who’s dressed nicely in a suit. “glad you could make it,” you lean in and hug him tightly. “haven’t seen you since high school.”

he chuckles. “yeah, you left right after graduation– i couldn’t make it to see you off,” he feigns a frown as you laugh, slapping his shoulder. “and please, as if hongjoong would let me live it down if i didn’t come,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at the oh-so-true statement. “you okay?”

“huh?” you look at him confused. “why wouldn’t i be okay?”

yunho shrugs. before you can question him further, you are distracted by yeosang’s mint hair. he walks over with a smile, waving at you. “what’s with that look on your face?”

you huff. “yunho asked me if i was okay and won’t tell me why he suspects otherwise,” you grumble as yeosang’s eyes widen. he shoots the taller male a flare and you stare at him in shock. “is there something i should be worried about?”

yeosang sighs. “well,” he begins, pausing as he pondered silently. “you have to promise not to take this badly,” he warns as yunho sends him a worried look. you nod slowly, anxiety filling you like water gushing into an empty bottle.

“you see, back when we were all in high school,” he begins hesitantly. “we all thought you had a crush on either joong or hwa,” he says as you feel your heart sink into the out of your stomach. “but we didn’t speculate, of course.”

you brush it off with a scoff. “me? like them?” you fake a laugh. “never. they…” you train off, looking at hongjoong who’s smiling from ear to ear, cheeks a rosy pink.

it’s oddly bittersweet to see the boy you once bickered with in elementary school now getting married to the boy that snuck jellies to you in class. turning back, you give yeosang a sad smile. “they’re made for each other.”

after greeting the rest of your old friends (and stopping wooyoung and san from crying before the wedding actually started), you leave the garden to visit seonghwa in his private suite.

one of seonghwa’s many request was for you to walk him down the aisle. it was sickening masochistic for you to accept the proposition, now that you thought about it. then again, who were you to back out now?

one, two, three knocks.

“come in,” seonghwa’s silky smooth and sweet voice fills your ears. you tap your keycard, opening the door gently. “hello sweetheart.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, heart fluttering. “hey, hwa,” you whisper, taking in how gorgeous he looked. adorned in a white suit, flowers, clouds, the moon and stars embroidered on the sleeves, the inner mesh material iridescent. “you’re breathtaking. like an angel.”

seonghwa’s cheek turn a darker shade of pink as he clears his throat. “thank you,” he whispers as you giggle, holding his hands. your thumbs traced his knuckles, admiring how slim and long his fingers were. “we missed you so much, y’know?”

you didn’t dare look up and remained silent. “we didn’t know how to go on with life as usual without you by our side,” he hummed with a small smile. “but i don’t care about all that now. i’m just glad you decided to come home.”

home.

you felt the pit of your stomach churn (you were certain it was your heart). to you, hongjoong and seonghwa were home. no matter how long you stayed in your chic studio apartment overseas, it never felt right.

hongjoong and seonghwa’s embrace did. it felt warm, comforting, lovely. you had to promise yourself to not get too attached to it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you can find yourself saying and thinking. “i’m sorry, hwa.”

seonghwa hushes you, his fingers brushing against your skin ever-so gently. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”

you wrap your arms around the blonde, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “i love you both so much,” you confess (unbeknownst to him). “i love you, park seonghwa and i am so happy for you.”

he smiles, hugging you back as a tear slips down his cheek slowly. “i love you too, y/n. i love you so much.”

relishing in the moment, you’re determined to make sure their wedding was perfect. you were going to push aside all personal feelings, ignore all the pain and sadness, and make sure that seonghwa and hongjoong had the best day of their life.

you were certain that nothing was going to go wrong that day.

oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, i can’t do this.”

seonghwa’s voice is soft, but audible. your head snaps up so fast, your neck could’ve broken. to be honest, you weren’t particularly paying attention to whatever the officiant was saying, assuming that both men were going to say ‘yes’ immediately.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, the gasps around you loud. lifting your head to look at the man, you find that he’s already looking at you.

“what are you doing?” you mouth, gasping softly at the sight of tears rolling down the blonde’s cheeks. “don’t cry,” you whisper, frowning at the male.

seonghwa turns his attention back to hongjoong, pain and regret in his eyes. “i can’t lie to you, joong. i can’t lie to you and say that i love only you.”

a sinking, disgusting feeling bubbles in your chest as you gripped your forearm tightly. the look on hongjoong’s face tears you down and rips you apart. he looked betrayed, hurt, but somewhere hidden in his eyes, there was a sort of relief.

you didn’t like this.

you didn’t like this at all.

seonghwa turns to look at you and your heart instantly drops. “i can’t lie to you, joong, and say that i’m not still in love with y/n as well.”

the guests gasp in shock once again, eyes wide as they stared at the three of you. an interestingly dramatic turn of events, one would say.

but not for you. the shock on your face couldn’t have been more evident. it felt like your heart had stopped beating and instead froze in time.

had the bleach sunk too deep into his skull? what was he thinking? why was he revealing this now? when did seonghwa realised he felt this way? what the hell was he thinking? had park seonghwa really just said that?

“hwa…” hongjoong looks at him in pain, holding onto seonghwa’s hands tightly. “i can’t lie to you and say that i’m not in love with y/n either.”

with only two sentences, you felt as if your whole world had come crashing down. you stare at the two boys, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“oh my god!”

san and wooyoung’s voices erupted from the crowd as they point towards the two grooms. following their gaze, you gasp at the now visible strings tied around their pinkies.

your gaze followed the strings (as did everyone else’s) and you were utterly horrified to see them tied to your ring finger.

finally, your soulmate strings could be seen.

looking up at your two best friends, shaking, you see the sadness, betrayal and relief written all over their faces. truth be told, it was hard to through a blurry vision. tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping you by the throat.

hongjoong stares at you with pain in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “we’re your soulmates?”

seonghwa is crying. “and you didn’t tell us? how long have you known?”

you stare at them, words stuck in your throat, refusing to come out.

“did you lie to us on your birthday?” seonghwa seems to come to the realisation. “is this why you chose to lie to us both?” he asked softly, pointing at the two strings. you could only nod.

“is this why you left?” hongjoong seems to not even want to believe his words. “is this why you never came back to visit?”

you nod again.

“why, y/n? why didn’t you tell us?”

you stare at the two men in silence. your voice was stuck in your throat, refusing to come out. a metallic taste filled your mouth and you knew what was coming.

“i—”

and before you could speak, petals flew out of your mouth, blood dripping down your chin as you look up at the two boys.

everyone gasped, staring at the flowers on the ground. lilies and black dahlias soaked in your blood. the very flowers that adorned the wedding venue– hongjoong and seonghwa’s favourites.

you look at your best friends, taking in their looks of pure horror. tears streamed down their cheeks, mouths agape. they’re paralysed in shock.

forcing a smile, you look at them. all the memories began to flood back as your vision grew spotty, your body slowly giving up on you.

god, even when death was knocking on your door, seonghwa and hongjoong still looked angelic.

“i’m sorry.”

and so on this cold, hauntingly beautiful day, crimson red blood soaked into pure white snow: a permanent reminder of the pain of unrequited love.

#seonghwa #hongjoong #mei’s ✍️ #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #ateez #ateez 🎱 #ateez fic #ateez angst #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader

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seventeen fic recommendations

here are some vv good fics that i’ve read this yearrr  ♡ 

(includes : fluff, smut. and angst)

*adding more recs soon

S.COUPS

hello tutorial -  @97-liners

remind me - @milfgyuu

very nice - @venerex

untitled - @hoshiitakes

6:29 am - @ksywoo

i hate laundry day - @bluehoodiewoozi

tomorrow tonight - @cheolbooluvr

first date - seungcheolownsmyheart

rooting for you - @svtntntn

habits - @svtntntn

fling - @leejihoonownsmyheart

gameboy - @leejihoonownsmyheart 

to teach your heart - @hyucks-rose

what’s mine is yours - @meowonwoos

goodnight my love - @cherriscoups

JEONGHAN

first - @husbandhannie

we get along infamously - @seungkwansphd

game over - @februaryflowers

the love you find - @joonlery

chocolate kisses - @writeformesinpie

17:27 - @wonwoonlight

JOSHUA

untitled -  @synthetickitsune (f)

envy - @berriesandjunnie

oceans and engines - @renjunphile

wildest dreams - @viastro

and what if we kiss? - @pepperonidk

vanilla - @milfgyuu

JUN

my burning heart (wont listen to me) - @adi--writes

cuddling - @sweetiesicheng

trendsetter - @hyucks-rose

HOSHI

make me feel - @secndlife 

15. things you said with too many miles in between us - @piscispd

bluff and nonsense - @thepixelelf

these endless summer nights - @blossom-hwa

untitled - @husbandcheol

i may have lost it - @wonwoonlight

diagnose him - @by-tea

2:00 am - @ksywoo

just a moment with you - @husbandhoshi

worth it - @fallinnflower

love hard  - @wondernus

squish - @wooahaes

WONWOO

knock on your door - @97-liners

lucky! - @97-liners

when i’m with you - @ponkwan

dreaming of you - @juyeoniemyhoney

love in the rain - @viastro

nostalgia diner - @writeformesinpie

present hauntings - @wonwussy

unnamed - @shuatm

WOOZI

yearning (smau masterlist) - @jihoonotes 

live - @wondernus

fried rice - @husbandhannie

my heart has gone to you - @rubyreduji

DK 

warm me up - @ponkwan

one spring rain - @viastro

if you call me - @starsstuddedsky

MINGYU

captivating  - @yeostars

corn-y - @husbandhannie

mission success - @13monthsago

mingyu as  a first time dad - @jjkgyu

a helping hand -  @idyllic-ghost

1:02 am - @heartkyeom

we don’t usually hold hands - @gyukult

new rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart

it’s all fun and games - @dontflailmenow

hot or cold - @jjuniehao

THE8

motivation or distraction? - @by-tea

SEUNGKWAN

goodnight - @by-tea

11:50 pm - @ksywoo

untitled - @yv17

VERNON

operation: hot girl summer  -  @shuaflix 

ink, linework, and a cup of coffee - @berriesandjunnie

five ways to say i love you - @taeyun

the soulmate service - @dkfile

highest walls, strongest armour - @soonsluv

say you love me  (i love you) - @viastro

chopsticks - @husbandhannie

avocado-flavored kiss - @kabira

by hook or by cross - @kabira

DINO

scored - @leejungchans

pansy - @thepixelelf

worth a shot - @milfgyuu

#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen masterlist #dino x reader #vernon chwe x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #the8 x reader #kim mingyu x reader #lee dokyeom x reader #woozi x reader #wonwoo x reader #hoshi x reader #jun x reader #joshua hong x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #lee jihoon x reader #wen junhui x reader #xu minghao x reader #lee chan x reader #seventeen fic #fic reccomendations #svt fluff #seventeen fluff

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headache

reader x soft dom!seonghwa smut | mdni 1.7k you've been suffering from headaches recently but your boyfriend knows exactly how to get rid of them nsfw tags under the cut

very gentle and soft dom!hwa, established relationship, daddy kink, pet names (babygirl, angel), making out, oral (f), fingering (f), hwa is pussy drunk, tiny bit of possessive!hwa, praising, edging, watersports + omorashi

a/n: i stumbled on a twitter p♡rn link and it blossomed into this <3. a lot of you asked me for more ws so here it is hehe. i hope you enjoy. if it's not your thing it's okay! just dont read okay babe? i have other fics for you in the masterlist <3

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS AND TO CLICK OFF IF ANYTHING SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING YOU WOULDN’T ENJOY.

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Recently you’ve been suffering from recurring headaches. At first you thought it was your cycle. But then you became more attentive to when the headaches occurred. And it turns out you simply were not drinking enough water! The thing is that your headaches always happened when you got home after being at your boyfriend's place for a couple of days. Simply because, well, when you were there you’re too busy cuddling and kissing to be taking your lips off him for even a second to drink a sip of water. 

The good thing is it’s an easy remedy: just drink more water.

And Seonghwa intends to ensure your good hydration this time. Out of kindness of course, out of love! Nothing more! He just hates when you get home and call him the next day with your small little voice to tell him you had to lock yourself up in the dark, because your head is ringing and he can’t even be around you to pamper you and take care of his baby, that breaks his heart. He hates to know you’re in pain.

So today your loving boyfriend makes sure you do just that: drink more water.

When you watched the latest episode of your series on Netflix he paused several times to get you a full glass of water. When you ate your take out again three full glasses of water. 

Chilling on your phone watching tiktok “don’t forget your water baby~”. Listening to his hilarious work stories “your water babe”. 

Even going as far as making you drink when he held you in his arms and you complained about not being able to reach the glass on the coffee table. 

“Here baby” he said, putting the rim of the glass against your lips. 

He couldn’t explain it but he felt himself twitch at the way your lips pursed up and opened slightly around the glass, your neck bending and following his wrist as he tilted the glass to let the water flow into your mouth. He throbbed at the way the water disappeared into your mouth as you swallowed in big gulps until the glass was completely empty, the ice cubes tinkling against the glass as he set the cup back on the coffee table. 

“Aaaaah~” you sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks Hwa”

“You’re welcome my angel” he said before pecking your lips made cool from the fresh water.

God how pretty you were like this, wrapped up in his arms like a fragile little bird, looking up at him with this bright smile and shiny wet lips. 

He planted another kiss right on your wet mouth but this time he parted his lips, his hot tongue reaching out to your cool one. Kissing you gently but deeply sharing his warmth and spit until your mouth was burning hot. Long fingers wrapping around your nape and pushing your face further into his. The gesture made you moan into his mouth making him smirk into the kiss. He loved the sounds that you made. So much so that he haphazardly reached for the TV remote to mute the device. He wanted to hear you, only you.

Then Seonghwa slipped you out of his lap to sit you on the couch. He kneeled in front of you to very carefully flip the hem of your skirt over your stomach. He couldn’t help but to smirk when his eyes finally laid on the beautiful lacey panties you were wearing today. One of his favorites. Baby pink with a pearly bow in the center. A pair he picked and gifted you.

“So fucking perfect” he breathed as you pushed your thighs together, feeling your arousal pool into the lace as he praised you. 

He bent over your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, working his way up until he pressed a couple more to your pubic bone. You jerked a little as he pressed his face a little too hard on your lower stomach, given how much water you had drank.

“Now be a good girl for daddy and spread your legs” as he sat back up. You looked down at him through your lashes but still you obeyed and parted your knees as you heard your boyfriend curse under his breath. He smirked, spotting the wet patch of fabric, making the pink ever so slightly darker. 

“You’re wet already angel?” he snickered, his palm caressing your open thighs.

“Y-yeah. I got wet when daddy was tongue kissing me” you confessed before biting down on your lower lip.

“Fuck” Seonghwa swore again, his dick twiching in his pants, he could feel himself already leaking precum onto his boxers. He just loved when you were so upfront with him. You looked so innocent, covering half of your face with your back hand and breathing rapidly but your pussy was already soaked and gushing for him. And you had no shame admitting it and exposing yourself to him. To his eyes only. You were his only

He pulled on your legs to bring your ass to the edge of the couch before pulling your panties down, not even taking the time to discard them, just letting them hang on one of your ankles before he prompted you to spread your legs for him again.

The way your pussy lightly twitched and sparkled covered in your juices had his cock quivering in his sweatpants. He wanted to taste you. He needed to.

He approached his face to your sopping center and licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Right before curling his tongue back in his mouth, scooping as much of your slick as he could, smacking his lips to fully take in your taste. Your flavor was sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than the strongest liquors.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your under thighs and pushed his palms on your hips. Securing you right in his hold and spreading you like a buffet.

“Fuck daddy~” you whined.

He approached his mouth once again but this time his lips wrapped around your clit as he gave you light kitten licks. He looked up at you lapping away at your bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but to moan at the pleasure you felt. Soon you started to rock your hips, rubbing your juices onto his face as he didn’t alter his pace.

“Please Daddy” you complained, yearning for more.

“My baby girl is so eager” he said, not parting his lips from your heat.

“It’s because I love daddy’s mouth so much.” you whined. “Please let me cum on daddy’s tongue”

“Soon my baby. But daddy wants to taste you thoroughly first”

Minutes passed and Seonghwa was taking so much pleasure in edging you. Licking and sucking on your clit only to back away when he felt you twitch on his tongue just to see your precious little cunt throb around nothing and gushing out more of your juices just to be savored by him and repeat the process over and over again.

But at some point you couldn’t even focus on the pleasure anymore. The only thing you felt was how full you were. How full your bladder felt.

“Daddy” you started cautiously. 

“Yes angel?” your boyfriend replied, face still buried deep in your throbbing cunt.

“I-I think I drank too much water. I need to go to the b-bathroom” you said, shame slowly creeping under your skin.

Seonghwa smirked against your folds. Only to latch onto your clit again, this time licking more precisely on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan loudly and arch your back.

“It’s okay baby. Daddy doesn’t mind.” he growled, eating you out like a starved man.

“No please daddy stop” you begged as you felt your pussy contract around nothing, your bladder also contracting dangerously. “It’s gross daddy” you complained, kicking your feet as the pleasure kept on rising.

“If it’s too much for you, just let go, okay angel?” He cooed against your folds.

“Please daddy…” you inhaled sharply, feeling yourself filled to the brim with piss. “Gonna p-” you whined but Seonghwa interrupted you.

“Just piss in daddy’s mouth baby” he said, pushing on your hips angling them just right. And you just couldn’t hold it in any longer. You let out your hot steamy piss right into your boyfriend's mouth. Seonghwa backed up a little and stuck his long tongue out as the powerful stream hit him right in the back of the throat letting out gurgles of satisfaction, gulping down as much piss as he could, mouth rapidly filling up to overflow and wetting his gray sweatpants.

When the stream started to slow down he wrapped his lips around your clit again and shoved two long fingers inside your cunt that he curled right into your g spot, pressing against your bladder again. The stream of hot piss picked up.

He wanted to drain you, take all of your piss for himself. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt rapidly.

“Fuck daddy loves your piss much baby” he briefly said before sucking and licking your clit again, swallowing more of your delicious nectar.

“Daddy I'm cumming” you cried out.

“Cum for daddy baby” he allowed. And you finally leap over the edge. The orgasm is one of the most intense ones you’ve experienced. It completely rips through your body and shatters the earth beneath you as your legs tense up and your hips shake uncontrollably. Your hungry little cunt violently twitching around Seonghwa’s relentless fingers still pumping in and out of you, accompanying you on your descent, grunting and humming against your folds and he licked and sucked on your swollen bud until the pleasure died down and your legs fell limp, hanging over Seonghwa’s toned shoulders. 

Seonghwa took a moment to admire your red and swollen cunt, occasionally twitching with the remnants on the strong orgasm your felt, sticky juices still lazily oozing out your entrance. He licked out one last stripe from your entrance and parted your lips with his tongue to twirl around your pee hole one last time.

“I think you’re cured now” he beamed at you smacking his lips, relishing in the intoxicating taste of your slick and piss one last time.

What a good boyfriend he was making sure you drank enough and making you cum to prevent your headaches.

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a/n: im still so self conscious about publishing watersports and this one was very filthy sooo pleaseeeeee comment and tell me if you enjoyed okay? just drop an anon ask if u dont want to leave ur userid on here! i would appreciate it so much <333

#seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fic #ateez fic #kpop smut #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #seonghwa hard hours #seonghwa hard thoughts

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Dear Soulmate

I'm sorry it took me so long, anon! I didn't know how to approach this and was waiting for a friend to do it first🙈

For my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast💖

Choi San — soulmate au (idiots to lovers)

In a world where soulmates exist, most people discover their other halves before reaching twenty-five, you struggle to find yours, even when he had been right in front of you all along. You've witnessed those around you revelling in the bliss of finding their destined partners, all the while blindly awaiting your own.

"I cannot believe this, I'm dying alone!" you cried.

"Pooks, he'll come when the timing's right, I just know it," Eve, your closest friend and platonic soulmate, reassured you, wrapping you in a comforting embrace as you poured out your frustration. Despite being on the cusp of turning 26, your soulmate remained elusive.

"How did you and Hwa find each other again?" you asked, desperate for answers.

Eve sighed, "Whenever one of us gets hurt, a flower tattoo appears on the other in the same spot of their body. You know how clumsy I am, he found me through those blossoms. But each soulmate pair has their own unique connection. Haven't you felt anything special?"

See, in this world with soulmates, each pair discovers their connection in their own way. There's no universal formula, and you despised that fact vehemently. It only added unnecessary complexity to the already challenging quest for love.

Your parents had found each other through their inner voices, where their internal voices are the other's instead of their own. Your sister had found her soulmate through a compass on her body that led her to where her other half is.

And then there was you. Nothing. Nada. Niente. Absolutely nothing at all.

And as your birthday drew near this year, panic set in. You'd soon be a year older than the age when most people found their soulmates. Maybe you didn't have one, maybe he died, maybe he got aborted as a foetus, maybe—

"Woah, woah, just take a deep breath, everything will be okay," your friend reassured, trying her best to help in any way possible, "Hey, didn't you say you've been having a lot of dreams lately? And it's always that same dream?"

You blew a raspberry in frustration, "Yeah, but I doubt my recent dreams have anything to do with my soulmate, assuming I even have one. They're always about that art museum I go to on weekends. I think it's just because I spend so much time there."

She pondered for a moment, "Wait a minute, didn't you mention that San guy you always see there? What if—"

"Oh, hell no," you exclaimed, shuddering at the possibility of that annoyingly gorgeous mountain of a man being your destined lover, "I'd rather be alone forever than end up with someone like him."

It all happened on a day when you sought solace at the museum after a taxing week at school. Exhausted from dealing with incompetent classmates and antagonistic professors, you longed for a moment of peace as you approached your cherished spot in the corner. But to your dismay, you discovered an ignorant man occupying not just one seat, but the entire bench with his belongings. And not just any bench, your bench, the one everyone knew better than to occupy.

So you did the first thing that came to mind, you might have uttered some unkind words out of irritation. Looking back, you acknowledge it was all very unnecessary, considering it was likely his first visit to the museum and he clearly didn't realise it was your spot. However, your pride prevented you from admitting fault.

Consequently, he responded with equal unpleasantness. Even the museum guards had to intervene before things escalated into a fight. Like dealing with children, they persuaded both of you to share the bench since there was clearly more than enough space for two.

You adamantly refused to yield your spot and relocate, asserting your presence since you were here first. Similarly, it seemed his foolish pride prevented him from budging as well; thus, you both found yourselves locked in a silent standoff, exchanging wary glances as you engaged in a weekly silent war.

"Ugh, was hoping I wouldn't have to see your face today," San sneered, earning a glare from you as you settled down beside him. You were running slightly late, having trouble getting up after yet another frustrating dream, one slightly more annoying than usual.

Deliberately nudging his bag aside with irritation, you narrowed your eyes, "You wish, loser. This spot is mine, and it's staying that way."

He smirked in response, "Someone's in a foul mood, but then again, when are you not? Hope it's not because of that dream where your precious bench gets snatched away for good."

"Shut the hell up—"

You stopped short, a sudden realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You hadn't shared that dream with anyone, not even Eve. No one should know about it except... No freaking way. He couldn't possibly be the one you've been waiting for all this time. It seemed too absurd to be true. Why, out of all people, would fate pair you with this insufferable, infuriating, irksome yet undeniably attractive, bastard?

"Surprise, genius. It's me, your soulmate."

"I knew," he confessed, his voice carrying frustration and resignation, "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were my other half. That's why I came here in the first place, why I was in this exact spot."

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. All this time, he had known, yet he had still chosen to engage in your petty conflicts.

"But when I met you," he continued, "I was excited, hopeful even. But your attitude, your stubbornness... it's unbearable. As much as I feel the pull towards you, I can't ignore how immensely annoyed I am by your behaviour."

His words landed like a punch to the gut.

"I know that if I had a choice in who my soulmate is," he admitted, his gaze intense, "it would never be you."

After a moment of processing his words, you gritted your teeth in anger, "Well, joke's on you, buddy. I don't want you either. Maybe it would be best for both of us if you stop showing up here from now on."

Days turned into weeks, and true to your request, San ceased his visits to the museum. At first, you felt a strange sense of relief, but soon, that relief morphed into a tumult of conflicting emotions.

You didn't know how to feel. Did you truly mean what you said, or were those words simply born out of anger? Your emotions were a tangled mess. On one hand, you had just turned away your soulmate after yearning for his presence for so long. On the other hand, you couldn't shake the resentment that it had to be him, of all people. Part of you longed to be near him, to reconcile and embrace your destiny. But another part recoiled at the thought, recoiled at the frustration his presence brought.

Unbeknownst to you, San wasn't doing much better. His heart felt hollow, the absence of your presence leaving a gaping void. He tried to carry on with his life as before, but the weight of your rejection hung heavy on his shoulders. But his pride also kept him from reaching out to you.

He suppressed the pull towards you, buried it beneath layers of denial and indifference. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, your essence lingered in his dreams, haunting him with visions of what could have been.

Then, one day, fate intervened in a way neither of you could have predicted. You fell ill with food poisoning and ended up in the hospital. In a panic, San saw it in his dream, a vision of you lying pale and weak in a hospital bed. Without hesitation, he raced to your side, his heart pounding with fear. As he stood in the hospital room, watching over you, he realised the depth of his feelings. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the truth any longer. You were his soulmate, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected appearance, "What the hell are you doing here? Who invited you?"

His heart sank at your coldness, but before he could form a response, Eve intervened, giving you a playful smack on the shoulder, "Stop it, you! He came all this way, and you're still going to be mean to him?" Turning to San with a warm smile, she continued, "You must be San! I'm Eve, her best friend. It's nice to finally meet you. Oh, and please don't take her words to heart. She likes to pretend as if she hadn't been dying to see you again."

Blushing furiously at her blunt revelation, you shot her a glare, but she simply tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Behave yourself. I'll be back shortly after settling the bill with Hwa," she said, brushing past San. As she passed him, she gave a polite nod, "Please take care of her for me, won't you?"

"Of course, Eve," he replied, nodding in return.

As soon as your friend left the room, he took a step closer, his tone serious, "Listen, I'm tired of playing games. I came here because I realised I can't bear to lose you again. So, tell me if you feel the same right now. If you still want me gone, I'll leave and never show my face around you ever again."

His words struck a chord, and you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He couldn't resist the pull any longer, sitting down beside you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you. Relief flooded through him as he felt you relax in his embrace.

"I don't want to lose you again either. I'm sorry I was an idiot," you whispered.

"You should be," he teased, planting a kiss on your hair, "But I'm sorry too. Perhaps I should have told you who I was from the start. Let's just... not say things we don't mean and hurt each other again, okay?"

You nodded, squeezing him tightly, "Okay, Sannie."

All Rights Reserved © edenesth // DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR REPURPOSE.

#lovely asks #my pookie #itstheghostofmypast #ateez fanfiction #choi san #ateez san #soulmate au #choi san x reader #choi san x you

[jjunberry]

hwacrossing

pairing! park seonghwa x reader

genre! fluff

synopsis! playing acnh with hwa and showing him the joys of treasure islands

wc! 600

animal crossing was a shared interest between yourself and seonghwa. he had started way before you so his island was already well decorated. yours however…was sort of a mess still. with only having your entrance done you started to get desperate for new paths and new decorations. you we’re beginning to get bored of waiting for the recipes and events.

so you did what any reasonable person would do. you went onto treasure islands. suddenly you had millions of bells and all the decorations and flowers you could possibly want. seonghwa blissfully unaware to your treasure island shenanigans. he took pride in sending you decorations and bells. he loved that you needed him.

seonghwa packed up his switch and an overnight bag to stay at yours for the weekend. when he arrived at your house you were already playing. “y/nie i told you to wait for me.” he playfully whined. you giggled. “sorry hwa, i couldn’t help myself i’m almost done with my fossil digging site.” his brows furrowed.

he took a seat next to you and stared at your screen. he watched you run around and place certain decorations and add a fossil he knew you didn’t dig up yet. “y/n where did you get that? it’s not in your museum.” you looked at the fossil. “oh that? i found it on a treasure island.” you shrugged. seonghwa gasped dramatically. “look at all of those bells! how’d you get that many so fast?” you sighed and pulled out your phone.

opening twitch you looked up treasure islands and clicked on a stream with about fifty viewers. seonghwa’s eyes scanned the screen. “oh my god, where have these been this whole time?” he questioned. seonghwa went to his airport to visit a garden materials island.

“i can finally have my cherry blossoms.” he smiled. for the next several hours the two of you played together visiting different treasure islands. eventually both of your islands were filled with random flowers and decorations.

“oh my god y/n! look look.” seonghwa shoved his switch in your face. “what.” you giggled pushing it back slightly. “do you see that?” he pointed to a lily of the valley that grew. your eyes went wide. “oh my god seonghwa no way!” you screamed. he smirked proudly.

“wait a minute.” you looked at his unplaced items and weeds from him time traveling. “seonghwa.” you glared. “what?” he asked. “there is no way that just grew there your island is a mess!” he gasped placing his hand over his heart. “are you accusing me of planting a lily of the valley from a treasure island to trick you?” he asked.

“you just admitted to it!” you smacked him with one of your couch pillows. “hey.” he whined before tackling you onto the couch. the two of you play fought until he pinned your hands above you. the sound of your heavy breathes filled the silence.

the faint sounds of animal crossing in the background. he smiled at you before capturing your lips against his. you leaned up into the kiss and he released his hold on your hands. he pulled you up against him as he deepened the kiss.

the both of you pulled away breathless. “you know, i picked up a wedding set from the last island i visited.” you said shyly. seonghwa smirked and kissed you deeply. “well then open your gates for visitors baby.” he patted your bottom before you both took off to your switches once again.

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author’s note! i’m totally convinced seonghwa’s island has cherry blossoms year round

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

#park seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa imagines #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop writers #jjunberry

[blossom-hwa]

TXT Mobile Masterlist

Let me know if any links aren’t working!

✨ – series

⭐  – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – triggers

Drabbles Masterlist

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Platform Nine and Three-Quarters | high society!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ You run away from your own wedding. Yeonjun is there to help.

These Endless Summer Nights | university!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ This summer feels endless, spent in each other’s arms. [ Hoshi (SVT) ver. ]

If You’ll Have Me | regency!au, nobility!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ When the Duke of Hastings, Yeonjun Choi, meets the season’s diamond debutante, Y/N L/N, it’s partnership - not love - at first sight. But as time passes, as relationships crumble and friendships mend, maybe, just maybe -

The ton's belief that you are a love match can find some truth. [ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ]

.

Some People are Dreams | slice of life!au | ⭐, 💔

→ A collection of people who felt like dreams: some who were, and one who was real.

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Lavender Mist | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ the things we lost along the way ]

Be My Date | model!au | ⭐, 💔

→ Beomgyu is everything you’ve ever wanted. It just takes him a little more time to realize he feels the same way about you.

Forever, and Always | roommates!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ Snapshots of a time when things are simple, life is kind, and you and Beomgyu are happy.

5:13 pm: rain on the window like your lips on my face | domestic!au | ⭐

→ It’s a quiet, rainy day when Beomgyu calls.

the things we lost along the way | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ Lavender Mist ]

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Lavender Mist | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ the things we lost along the way ]

Taking Care | slice of life!au, editor!taehyun, writer!mc | ⭐

→ When Taehyun goes missing from work, you hunt him down to his apartment where you find him sick. Attempts to take care of him ensue. It doesn’t all go as expected. [ Seungcheol (SVT) ver. ]

Partly Moon, Partly Sun | villain!au, god!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ When you die, Taehyun swears an oath of revenge to bring you back, the world and its gods be damned.

the things we lost along the way | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ Lavender Mist ]

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The Words I Say, and the Words I Mean  | high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Kai falls for you again.

#kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt oneshots #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #huening kai #blossom-hwa #nas

[bookyeom]

Seventeen Fic Recs (September 2023)

Hello everyone! I wanted to make an official post to share some of my favourite Seventeen x Reader fics that I’ve read lately, or ones that have continued to stay on my mind. I guarantee I’m going to miss a bunch of them because there are so many talented people on this website, but I plan to make another one of these soon!

(Also, a side plug for my own fics here. I’ve finally gotten around to posting some of my writing, and hope to continue, so if you want to have a browse and reblog/message me your thoughts, please feel free!)

@wqnwoos first up, I wanted to shoutout Hana for all of her writing. I’m going to include some of my favourite recent drabbles, but I literally love all of them, so please go read everything over on her blog. A couple of my faves here, here, here, here and here.

Secondly, I need to shoutout @savventeen: Savv!!! You know how I feel about your writing, and I need to include my favourite Dino fic of all time immediately or I WILL burst: Got My Heart in My Feet (Cause They Lead Me to You) aka one of my favourite fics in any fandom ever. I cannot express how many times I have read this.

The rest below the cut:

Promise Ring by @lovelyhan - Dino x Reader, F2L royalty/fantasy au aka two of my all time favourite things put together, smut at the end

The Physics of Love by @cheolism - As a DK bias, I have such a hard time finding DK fics, but this one… This is it. This is the one. DK x Reader, F2L (god, I really have a type)

Coming home by @fairyhaos - DK x Reader, Established Relationship

Under the Collar by @miraclewoozi - Go read this fic immediately, but don’t talk to me about it unless you want me to cry. DK x Reader, F2??

What? Like It’s Hard? By @starsstuddedsky - THEE Hoshy fic. Hoshi x Reader, F2L/idiots-to-lovers, Star I love ur mind

These Endless Summer Nights by @blossom-hwa - One of my favourite Hoshi x Reader fics. Absolutely stunning. S2L, smut if i recall correctly, summer romance

2.22AM by @secndlife - Hoshi x Reader, F2??

Burn, Palace, Burn by @fairyhaos - So this was written as part of the 2k celebration (!!!) and I loved it so much, but everything Yena writes is iconic tbh so go read them all. This one in particular is a Jeonghan x Reader historical/fantasy au and… hehehe. See for yourself

“I Know, But Don’t Say It” by @taetaespeaches - Jeonghan x Reader, angst, ouchie, so good.

Heart is Full of Fairy Lights by @savventeen - Another one by the inimitable Savv. Joshua x Reader, Friends/Roomates-to-Lovers

Golden Hour by @dkfile - Joshua x Reader, F2L

you are my kingdom by @fairyhaos - Jun x Reader, royalty au

Other People’s Weddings by @neoneun-au - Seungcheol x Reader. Fake dating. Help

You say the stupidest (sweetest) things by @savventeen - Seungkwan x Reader, F2L. Look, I know this wasn’t solely written for me, but it was requested by me, therefore I claim this as mine and Seungkwan’s life story. xoxo

On Idiocy, Bugs and the Prospect Of Forever by @wqnwoos - Vernon x Reader, F2L, one of my favourite lil Vernon fics ever tbh

Every Page is Empty by @neoneun-au - Another one of my favourite fics, ever. Vernon x Reader, F2L

Sure by @beahae - Why am I just now realizing that all of my favourite fics are Vernon fics? No comment… Anyway! THIS FIC!!!!!!!!! Wow. WOW. Vernon x Reader, F2L, smut, absolutely stunning

Tidal by @eoieopda - Vernon x Reader, established relationship, smut (it’s just smut but it’s SO CUTE HELP)

Don’t Sweat It by @miraclewoozi - Aka the best Lee Jihoon fic ever written. Woozi x Reader, S2L, smut, I’m obsessed with them

The Spring to Your Smile by @wooahaes - This is a link to all the members’ parts of this series. Loved every single one of them! Genre changes based on member :)

All of @nonranghaes little drabbles hit deep (go read them all) but here and here are two faves!!

A/N: awful, horrible, terrible Hao, Wonwoo and Mingyu slander here. I am so disorganized and couldn’t find any of the fics I wanted to post, so they will be back in earnest in the next one, I swear it.

#Seventeen masterlist #Seventeen fic #seventeen fic recs #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #fic rec masterlist

[hwaightme]

☆*:.masterlist.:*☆

Welcome to my masterlist! I try to update it asap, but lmk if I miss something! If you prefer ao3, click here. masterlist below the cut.

NETWORKS: @k-labels @ateezlovenet @kflixnet @cromernet

DISCLAIMER:

Work with mature themes, NSFW, 18+ or triggering content SHOULD NOT BE INTERACTED WITH BY MINORS. If you see tags related to such themes and are a minor or do not feel comfortable, DNI!

These works are fictional and for entertainment purposes ONLY, and do not reflect the people mentioned in them as individuals. I am in no way associated with them, nor am I claiming to know them.

All moodboards have been created by me, but the credit for images included goes to their rightful owners. If you wish to use the moodboard, ask for permission and CREDIT ME. Reposting is not allowed.

Unless otherwise stated, all work and content is the intellectual property of hwaightme. DO NOT REPOST ON TUMBLR OR OTHER SITES and DO NOT TRANSLATE.

copyright © hwaightme 2022-4 | all rights reserved

[f] fluff || [s] smut || [a] angst || [sugg] suggestive || [tw] trigger warnings ||

[misc] miscellaneous || [hc] headcanons

ot8 series and headcanons

your fan, _____ [f] [sugg] - series with separate ml bf!ateez when you are working from home [f] [s] ateez as signs of love (relationship hcs) [f]

kim hongjoong

the chemistry of christmas [f] [sugg] (ao3) motivate me [s] (ao3) rewind and remix [a] a little bit of [f] avaritia [s] feverish [f] [misc] in the rain [f] hand hug [f]

park seonghwa

after hours on christmas eve [f] (ao3) feels like home (part 1) (part 2) [f] [sugg] [a]  (ao3) family for hire (series - separate ml) [f] [sugg] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. wooyoung in memoriam [a] [s] bang bang [s] [misc] -> mafia!au love was spring [f] [slight a] making wishes [s] [f] ft. wooyoung this world [f] [s] [misc] -> biker!au take me back [s] [f] [slight a] -> biker!au cat named mars [f] [hc] -> catboy!hwa bonnie on the side [s] [a] essence [f] timezone [f] [slight a] page me [f] [festive fic!] impressionism [f] [misc] with you [f] [misc] [a] both [s] [f] feel alive [f] [a] [misc] panacea [f] [misc] dawn [s] [misc]

jeong yunho

come fly with me [f] [slight a] [misc] all of me [f] the meaning of 'jeong' [f] [a] [misc] like the cherry blossom falls [f] guy.exe [f]

kang yeosang:

curiosity [tw] [misc] sangshine [f] [misc]

song mingi:

use me [s] [a] (ao3) use me part 2 [s] [a] [f] one new message [a] burning [f] [misc]

choi san:

wilting to bloom [a] safe and san [s] [f] golden hour [s] [f]

jung wooyoung:

grilled cheese philosophy [a] [tw] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. seonghwa making wishes [s] [f] ft. seonghwa

choi jongho:

cliche [f]

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez jongho #seonghwa #hongjoong #jongho #wooyoung #yeosang #mingi #ateez au #ateez imagines #yunho #san #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hwaightme #hm/writing

[faerybin]

「Han Jisung」 ♧

So here you'll find all of my favorite Jisung fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES *⁠.⁠✧

Mornings with Jisung ✨ by @yxngbxkkie ↴

[0.4k] — fluff

Now everyone’s going to know you’re mine by @hwangyeonjun ↴

[0.5k] — smut

Beside you by @pepsiconcoction ↴

[0.6k] — angst with happy ending

Neck kisses by @cookiewrites ↴

[1.9k] — established relationship, smut, fluff

A pinch of the jeekies by @softukiyos ↴

[2.7k] — fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Hentai by @comet-falls ↴ ♡

[2.3k] — smut, established relationship

9 Months in the making by @straykeedz ↴

[2.8k] — smut, fluff, established relationship

Deserving by @chvnnie ↴

[3k] — smut, kinda enemies to lovers to kinda friends to lovers (?)

Angels by @comet-falls ↴

[3.4k] — smut, established relationship

Sweater weather by @cinhomi ↴ ♧

[4.8k] — fluff, smut, friends to lovers

Otherworldly by @ppiri-bahng ↴ ♡

[5.8k] — alien!jisung, established relationship, smut, fluff

On my mind by @staytheword ↴

[8.6k] — roommates to lovers, mutual pining, smut

Rough waters by @kwanisms ↴ ♧ ♡

[10k] — fluff, smut, s2l, merman au, samebito au

Strawberry Chapstick by @mintquokka ↴

[10.6k] — bff2l, high school au, 90s romcom au, angst, fluff, slow burn, idiots to lovers

Bloom by @blossom-hwa ↴

[11k] — fluff, angst, nature spirit!au

Lights, camera, action! by @formidxble ↴

[13.1k] — smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, camgirl!au, best friends to lovers

The boyfriend plan by @rachasticks (@violixs) ↴

[13.5k] — fake dating!au, highschool!au, fluff, angst

Awaken by @crispy-chan ↴

[14.5k] — strangers to friends to lovers, ghost!au, angst, fluff, romance; mystery, supernatural

Watch your six by @dreaming-medium ↴ ♧

[14.8k] — violence, smut

Enemies to lovers by @taelme ↴

[18k] — enemies-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au, tattoo apprentice!jisung, fluff, a bit of angst

Heart drive by @jeonginify ↴

[24k] — fluff, slight angst, fake dating au, soundcloud rapper au

Heart attack! by @peaches-writes ↴

[25.1k] — fluff, fantasy, rivals to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au, witch/wizard au (sugar sugar rune-inspired), royal au, college au

The bet by @chvnnie ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Rules

[19.6k] Two-shot — smut, college au, established relationship, feat. Hyunjin

Drivers license! by @linothinker ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Drivers license, the second chance!

[31.1k] Two-shot — fluff, angst, celebrity rapper!jisung, ex’s au

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

Leave me loving you by @staytheword ↴

[3/3] [25.1k] [Completed]

Genre : rock band au, angst, smut

Kinktuary 17 by @kwanisms ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Truth comes out

Part 3 ⇉ Start of Something New

[3/3] [34.9k] [Completed]

Genre : kinktuary, smut, angst, fluff

It's a bad idea, right ? by @/cosmic-railwayxo ↴ ♡

⇉Part 2

⇉Part 3

⇉Part 4

[4/4] [45k] [Completed]

Genre : college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Young god by @maatryoshkaa ↴

[16/16] [87.5k] [Completed]

Genre : strangers to lovers, college au, thriller, angst, fluff, romance

New fanfics ♧

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 04/04/2024

#jisung #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung smut #jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #jisung fic #jisung oneshot #jisung drabbles #jisung blurb #skz jisung #stray kids jisung #han #han x reader #han scenarios #han fanfic #han smut #skz han #stray kids han #han jisung #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagine #han jisung scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung fluff #skz han jisung #han jisung stray kids #han jisung skz #stray kids

[honeyhotteoks]

their gift (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: third installment in the husbands series; your relationship with them grows, blossoming into something more secure and more permanent. you spend the night loving each other. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // have even more husbands yunhwa. i can't contain it, every time i see them next to each other i want to write another installment....

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, praise play, degredation/humilitation, use of a bdsm collar, pet play, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, yunho also subs, fingering, squirting, gratuitous use of puppy, good girl, slut, etc., anal play and anal sex, dildos, thigh riding, some light pain play, spanking/impact play, overall this is just an exceptional fuck-a-thon - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 11.2K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part four; hold fast together

You have to admit, you’re a little nervous. Riding in an uber back to their apartment - your apartment, you fidget with your fingers nervously and chew the inside of your cheek. It had been a very unexpected, and very detailed Saturday. You run the pad of your thumb unconsciously across the edge of your newly manicured nails and click the lock on your phone again to see if you’ve gotten any more texts from them.

 Seonghwa’s last message hangs unanswered, and you drag up on the chat of your messages, as if that will make something new appear and explain what’s going on. 

When you get home, get cleaned up and put on the gift I’ve laid out for you. Read the note, and wait. 

He’s given you instructions via text before, but after the day you’ve had of pampering and preening, it feels different. The bags at your feet contain neatly wrapped new clothing, each piece folded perfectly between layers of fine cream tissue and wrapped with black ribbon. Seonghwa had provided you with an itinerary, a gift from both of your lovers, all paid for and planned meticulously down to the last moment. 

Life with them over the past few months had taken on new growth. No longer just casual and undefined, you are instead a part of their lives and they are a part of yours. Living in their apartment is new, but even after all this time they are still making good on their promise to take care of you. 

As the black car slides to a stop outside the apartment, your stomach erupts in little butterflies. It had been awhile since you had been properly nervous with them, and you pat your clammy hands dry on your trousers. You head upstairs, steadying your breathing, finding your key buried in the bottom of your purse, and continuously checking your phone. 

You push open the door to the apartment and look around, met only with quiet. “Hwa?” You call into the empty apartment, “Baby, are you here?” 

You’re met with silence. 

“Yunho?” You shut the door behind you, setting your bags by the door and sliding off your shoes. 

Again, the apartment is quiet, but when you listen a little more you can hear something faint in the background, the soft backbeat of music from the back of the apartment. You check your phone again, and still nothing. Moving through the apartment you start to hear the music more defined the farther back you go. With a sigh you push open the door, your mouth dropping open immediately. 

Your shared bedroom is lit with the warm glow of white candles, lining the sill of the large sweeping windows casting a soft yellow glow across the space, and the steady sound of warm summer rain against the window makes you wonder if he even planned that detail. 

Stepping closer to the edge of the large bed, your mouth runs dry. A sizable black box sits perfectly centered on the bed, a note resting on top. To the left of the box is a new robe, a perfectly shimmering cream and like soft silk to the touch. You run your fingers along it, realizing immediately where this night is going and your stomach knots in anticipation. Lifting the note, you read it quickly. 

Darling - 

We’ll be home in thirty minutes. Please put on your new gifts and wait for us, you know how we want you. Do not open the red box. Do not break the rules. 

With love.

It’s unsigned, but you know it’s Seonghwa. His handwriting is distinct, and while Yunho thinks ahead and favors games like this, he’s rarely the one to plan things out with this level of detail. 

You set the note aside and look to the right of the black box to see the red box that Seonghwa referenced in his note. Despite his instructions you see another, smaller note affixed to it and you smile when you read it. 

A gift for our darling, for Yunho’s eyes only. Be patient.

He had never planned something quite like this, you think. 

Checking the time, you know now you have more like twenty minutes, and you need to assess what he’s given you to prepare with, and how complex it might be. You set the red box on the bench at the end of the bed and slide off the lid of the black box. 

Your breath catches in your throat when you part the tissue paper inside and see what is laid inside for you. A blush pink set, simple and mesh but effective and sexy, leaving little to the imagination. A matching garter belt waits as well, a set of sheer cream stockings, and beneath it all a blown glass plug. He wants you pretty tonight, pliant and touch starved, and after the last few weeks of work you’re fairly sure it won’t be an act. 

Heat pools in your belly as you lift the plug, clear glass with pink twisting smoke inside to form a rosette at the base. The pink matches the lingerie perfectly, every detail perfect and soft. 

You move quickly, cleaning up as fast as you can in the bathroom and making sure you look and feel your best for the night ahead. When you’re ready, you relax yourself with a long exhale, and push the lubricated plug past the tight ring of muscle of your ass, and ensure it’s perfectly in place. Within minutes you’re finished dressing and looking yourself over in the large mirror that rests against one wall. As you slip the robe over your shoulders it all starts to fall into place. 

This night isn’t a gift for you necessarily, you are being wrapped and gifted for them, for Yunho. The thought sends a bubble of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself tense around the plug, the pleasant weight of it already building the anticipation inside you. 

You had discussed a scene like this, but it was so long ago, and you are realizing only now that Seonghwa had kept his husband’s fantasies and filed them away for a night like tonight. You cinch the robe loosely closed, and position yourself in the perfect center of the bed, waiting patiently on your knees, the red box directly in front of you at the foot of the bed. You wait. 

You hear Yunho first, his laugh sharp and happy at the far side of the apartment. You can’t quite make out their words but they sound good, relaxed and pleasant like a Saturday night should be. You double check the way your robe is sitting, how it parts to reveal some of your skin strategically, before resting your hands on your thighs and waiting. 

“Is she home?” You hear Yunho ask, their voices getting closer to the bedroom door. 

“Mhm,” Seonghwa’s warm tone echoes through. 

“I don’t understand why she couldn’t come to dinner,” Yunho says. 

“Don’t you not trust me by now?” Seonghwa sighs and you hear the knob of the door rattle as someone on the other side grips it. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa says, and the door handle twists. 

When Yunho sees you, his lips part, eyes blowing wide as he takes you in. Seonghwa grins, leaning in and kissing his husband on the cheek before moving into the room, but Yunho barely registers it, his eyes are raking over you. 

“You look beautiful, darling,” Seonghwa crosses the room for you, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. 

“Hi,” You manage, “is this what you pictured?” 

“Let’s ask Yunho, shall we?” Seonghwa sits next to you, legs crossed and hanging over the edge of the bed, but he reclines towards you, your shoulders nestled together, “My love?” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to him. 

“How does our beautiful girl look to you?” Seonghwa’s fingertips run up and down your thigh. 

“Perfect,” Yunho seems to recover slightly now that the shock has worn off, and he steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Seonghwa turns to you and kisses your cheek again, “Was the day nice?” 

“It was almost too nice, Hwa,” You rest your hand on his and give it a squeeze, “you pamper me too much,” 

“Hardly,” He shakes his head. 

“What’s this?” Yunho’s eyes find the red box, his long fingers brushing delicately over the note. 

“A present for you both,” Seonghwa explains. 

“What’s the occasion?” Yunho smiles. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa sits up, sliding off his suit jacket and moving towards Yunho at the foot of the bed, “Honestly? You’ve both been working so hard. Long hours, sleepless nights, and I haven’t heard a complaint out of either of you.” 

Yunho’s smile softens, his eyes shining, and you feel warmth bloom in your chest. Yunho reaches for him and brushes his hand along Seonghwa’s jaw, “I know that look,” he murmurs, “you have something planned.” 

Seonghwa shrugs, “Open your present,” 

Yunho straightens up and lifts the box, reading the note again and looking at you. 

“If it’s not the right time,” Seonghwa says, calm and even, “we’ll save it for another night.” 

A flood of heat rushes through you, blush surely darkening your cheeks, and you know exactly what is going to be nestled in the box. These threads of Yunho’s fantasies are knitting together before your eyes, and while Yunho looks pleasantly bemused, you know that when he sees what’s inside he’s going to fall apart. 

Seonghwa meets your eyes, a pointed look communicating something silently, and you nod, assuring. You’ve grown accustomed to silently communicating with them, especially where the bedroom is concerned, and while Yunho doesn’t pick up on it, you see Seonghwa’s shoulders relax. 

Yunho lifts the lid, and his breath catches, “Oh,”

“Do you like it?” He checks. 

Yunho brushes his fingers along the item in the box that you can’t quite see yet, and smiles, “I love you,” 

Seonghwa sighs, relieved, and moves into Yunho’s space to kiss him softly. Your body buzzes with anticipation now that you know what’s about to happen. Seonghwa leans back and smiles at you, undoing his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, moving behind you on the bed so he can kneel behind you. 

“Hello,” He murmurs as he shuffles closer, his legs wide so he can effectively fold around you, his chest warm against your back, “are you ready for us, love?” 

He can feel your heart racing, you’re sure of it, but you keep calm and nod, “Anything you want tonight, I’m yours,” 

Yunho hums pleasantly, and Seonghwa presses a sweet kiss to your temple. 

Seonghwa’s arms wrap around you, his hands settling over the looped tie of your robe, “Should I show you your present, baby?” 

Yunho swallows hard, his throat jumping and he nods. The room feels stifling hot and chilled all at once as Seonghwa slowly pulls the knot open, sliding it off your shoulders torturously slow and parting it open to reveal your body to Yunho. Seonghwa rests a warm palm over your belly and you can practically feel him smiling, “Look at how beautiful she is for us tonight,” 

Yunho closes the box, setting it aside and climbing onto the bed, kneeling in front of you both, looking between you, and you can see the moment he starts to shift into his firmer persona. His fingers coast over your skin, dipping over the swell of your breasts, dragging up and down your chest, his thumb dragging up the front of your throat and down again, resting at the hollow. 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs, meeting your eyes and tightening his hand just slightly, “will you be good for me tonight?” 

Your hips shift unconsciously and Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his fingers stroking your stomach. You nod, “So good,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “do you want to see what’s in the box?” 

“Please,” your voice is needier than you want it to be so early in the night, but caged between them you can already feel yourself trembling. 

Yunho straightens up and reaches for Seonghwa over your shoulder, tugging him forward and catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. You jut forwards, pressing yourself against Yunho’s chest, your cheek on his crisp white shirt. Seonghwa moans softly into his husband’s mouth and Yunho laughs lightly against him. When Yunho’s hand closes over Seonghwa’s and starts to slide it down your belly you gasp, gripping onto his bicep to steady yourself. 

“I can’t believe you did this,” Yunho groans, still devouring Seonghwa’s lips. He moves his husband’s hand down your body, slipping under the hem of your panties without a second thought and you feel their combined fingers parting your folds. 

You can’t see them with how you’re sandwiched between them but you hear the moment their lips break apart and Yunho shifts, “You’re so wet already, my love,” 

“Oh,” You breath, your fingers tightening on him 

Yunho moves Seonghwa’s hand further, guiding two of his fingers up inside you before Yunho returns his own fingers to your swelling clit and starts to rock. The pleasure is immediate, sharp and hot and you press your eyes closed, moaning against them. 

Seonghwa’s fingers start to pump, slow and firm and you scramble against Yunho’s chest. 

“I think she likes being your pretty present,” Seonghwa’s voice is deeper now, and he kisses your shoulder. 

“Mm,” Yunho grips your hip with his free hand and rocks them forwards to reposition you as he teases you, “my perfect gift,” 

“Please,” You whine, jerking your hips again. 

Yunho slides his hand again, closing once again over Seonghwa’s, and he pulls both of their hands away from your aching heat and out of your panties. They love to tease, love to see how far they can push you before you fall apart, and then how many times you can come before it breaks you. Yunho leans back and direct’s Seonghwa’s fingers up to your lips. Holding his gaze you accept them against your tongue, closing your lips around them and sucking off the wetness of your arousal. You can feel Seonghwa’s erection pressing against the small of your back, growing harder with every sharp suck and he groans, his free hand cupping your cunt and holding you there, the heat from his hand making your head spin. 

Yunho pulls Seonghwa’s hand free and presses his own fingers to your lips, his mouth parted and he nods as you run your tongue along his digits. The weight of them on your tongue is pleasant and delicious and you rock your hips against the firm press of Seonghwa’s hand. 

“Calm down,” Yunho shakes his head, “you’ll come soon enough,” 

You shudder, his fingers sliding out of your mouth and he smiles before backing away properly to give you some air. Seonghwa’s hand releases you, and he simply holds your trembling body in his arms as Yunho reaches for the box. 

“Should I open it for you?” Yunho asks, his hand ready at the front of the box to lift it open. 

You nod, your stomach knotting up at the anticipation. 

Yunho shares a look with Seonghwa over your shoulder, and you watch him soften as he lifts it open. The gift nestled in the velvet interior of the box is just as you pictured, a perfect simple gold chain, with a square clasp at the back. Hanging from the center is a round pendant, a gold circle with a knot at the top to secure it to the chain. Pressed into the velvet next to the necklace is a small screw and delicate turn key, and your eyes prick with tears. You know the necklace is sexual, a collar meant to mark you as their submissive lover, but the permanent lock and the weight of what this means in your hands has you melting between them. 

“It’s so beautiful,” You breathe, glancing up to Yunho. 

He cups your cheek, bringing your eyes back up, “Are you ready for this?” 

“Yes,” You nod, leaning into Seonghwa’s arms, “please, put it on me,” 

“I told you,” Seonghwa murmurs. 

Yunho smiles, warmth radiating from him, and he sets the box to the side, deftly removing the necklace and shifting on the bed to come behind you alongside Seonghwa who gathers your hair into his hand and lifts it away from your neck. 

The necklace loops around you, the pendant perfectly hanging at the base of your throat, and you shiver at the feeling of the cool metal, the weight of it grounding you. Yunho brings the clasp together and you watch as he takes the screw and the locking mechanism from the velvet box. 

“Hold this,” Yunho murmurs and you feel Seonghwa’s fingers against your neck too. 

Their fingers working together, they secure the necklace with a click. They pause, Yunho’s fingertips brushing along the permanent lock for just a moment before your hair is released and both of your lovers gather you back into their arms. 

“Do you know what this means?” Yunho nuzzles against your head, kissing along your jaw and working his way towards your throat. 

You gasp, the way they tug you further against them making you lose your position on the bed and you unfurl your legs, steading yourself with a hand on Seonghwa’s thigh. Seonghwa cups your breast, flicking your hardened nipple and massaging the plush curve of your breast. Things are about to get heated fast, and you blink hard, “It means I’m yours, I belong to you.” 

“Mm,” Yunho sucks softly on your throat just above the necklace, the collar, “it means we belong to each other.” 

“Yun,” You gasp, falling back against his shoulder. 

“We’re going to take you apart tonight,” Yunho nips with his teeth, “every inch of you until you can’t remember your own name,” 

You moan, sharp pleasure striking through you. 

“You’ll take everything,” He presses down hard on the soft part of your stomach just above your pubic bone, “and you’ll say please and thank you,” 

“Yes, yes,” You’re already writhing in their arms. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa bites at your ear, sucking softly on the lobe before he murmurs low, “will you be a good pet for us?” 

Your muscles clench around nothing and you nod, panting, “Yes, yes, please,” 

“Yes, what?” Seonghwa’s thumb and forefinger tighten, pinching your nipple firmly and you gasp sharply. 

You weren’t sure when you walked into the night exactly who you’d be with - the way they shift fluidly between dominant with you, submissive with each other, and sometimes just devouring you with passion, with love and need like you’ve never known before. But here and now, with the collar locked around your throat, you know who you’re caught between. 

He pinches again when you don’t answer right away, not enough to draw real pain but just enough to shock your brain and you babble out the right response, “Yes, sir,” 

“There you go,” Seonghwa hums, “I knew you could do it.” 

Yunho’s fingers toy with the straps of your elastic pink garter, lifting part of it over your thigh and letting it snap back down against your skin with a sharp sound, “What a needy puppy,” 

Yunho sucks sharply on your throat again, snapping the harness a little harder this time and you moan, your hips rolling to try and find some friction but finding none, “Yunho!” 

He snaps the harness harder, “Not right now, sweetheart,” 

“Daddy,” You choke out, caught between the way their hands are exploring your body, “I’m sorry, Daddy,” 

He sighs hot and warm against your skin, pleasantly melting against you at the words on your lips. You had gotten used to using ‘sir’ with Seonghwa, especially with the way he usually commanded the harder scenes, favoring a punishment of sharp spanks while Yunho soothed you, but calling Yunho anything is new. You had moaned it out in the middle of an orgasm the first time, the word slipping out of you with Yunho’s cock buried deep to the hilt inside you, and his reaction had solidified it as not just a playful want, but a need. 

“God,” Seonghwa groans, “say that again,” 

“Daddy,” You repeat, your voice breathy when Seonghwa presses down on your clit through the mesh of your underwear. 

“I love when you call him that,” Seonghwa confesses, pulling Yunho’s mouth up to his and kissing his husband soundly. When they shift, you feel Yunho’s hard cock through his black trousers and you brush your fingers along it, pressing along the shaft with the pads of your fingers. 

Yunho breaks the kiss and curses, pushing your hand away and pulling himself off the bed to stand. 

For a beat, you wonder where things will go but then you watch Yunho recover and he sweeps his hands through his hair to smooth it away from his face. He crosses to the middle of the room, standing on the hardwood floor a few feet from you and he starts to loosen his tie. 

“Come,” He says, firm and even. 

Seonghwa pushes you forwards to help you out of your reclined position and you stand on shaky legs, moving towards him. 

“Down,” He glances quickly at the floor and lifts his loosened tie over his head. 

As you kneel, you hear Seonghwa move off the bed as well, the rustle of the bed sheets and the creak of the bench at the end of the bed as he sits behind you. Yunho licks his lips, glancing between you and Seonghwa before he takes a step forward and crouches in front of you. 

He strokes your hair, petting you softly until his thumb strokes across your lips, parting them and hooking over your bottom teeth to drag your mouth open. He takes the loop of his tie and presses it between your teeth and when you bite down on the fabric, he smiles before standing, his hand coasting down the length of the tie until he’s holding the end of it. 

Your body feels electric, every rush of air across your skin sparking goose bumps, and you can barely breathe. The loop of his tie obstructs your mouth a little, soaking through with your saliva as you breathe around it, and he smiles as you adjust to the feeling of it between your lips. 

“Such a pretty puppy,” He sighs. 

You whine softly around the fabric, feeling the bubbling knot of heat in your core. 

He wraps the tie around his hand, closing it into his fist and he tugs it experimentally, just enough for you to feel the pull and shift forwards to accommodate the newly taut lead. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks up at him, “undress her,” 

“You sure?” Seonghwa asks, but you hear him stand behind you. 

“Positive,” Yunho looks over your body, “I want her in just the collar.” 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa breathes. 

You steady your breathing around the fabric, staying even through your nose, your eyes locked on Yunho’s as Seonghwa’s fingers travel over your body. He unclasps your bra and the garter belt, sliding them away from your body and tossing them to the side. He draws you up high on your knees and he pulls down your panties, but Yunho makes a noise and Seonghwa pauses. 

“Just pull them down, don’t… leave them,” He gestures and Seonghwa understands easily, tugging your panties down so that they’re caught tight and stretched between your thighs, but leaving you fully exposed otherwise. 

Yunho takes a step away from you, his arm stretching out to account for the lead, but then he tugs down sharper than before and you collapse forwards onto all fours, locking down your jaw around the fabric to brace for another tug. 

“What’s this?” Yunho smiles, leaning over you, “What a filthy little thing, you are,” 

Seonghwa presses on the plug, shifting it deeper and sparking heat through you, a pleasurable spike from your core to your nipples. When you whine again, it’s Seonghwa who chuckles at you. 

“We pampered you all day,” He scolds you, his hand kneading one of your cheeks, “like a princess, and you still can’t help but act like a little slut,” 

You moan sharply, your hips jerking. 

Seonghwa presses again on the plug and his hand cracks down across your backside in a sharp spank that leaves you shrieking out a startled moan, the tingling vibrations echoing up your spine. Seonghwa makes a disappointed sound with his tongue on his teeth, “Is that what you are, baby? A fucking slut?” 

You nod, your head hanging between your arms and your eyes unfocused, fixed on the way your underwear is stretched and cutting into your plush thighs. 

“Answer me,” Seonghwa smacks again, and you feel the lead tug upwards to raise your head. 

“Yes sir,” You mumble around the cloth, and though the words are swallowed up they know you’re answering just like they want. 

“You want us to fuck you like a slut, puppy?” Seonghwa doesn’t wait for a reply before his palm cracks down again. 

“Please,” you whine, “sir, please,” 

“How wet is she?” Yunho asks, and you look up the length of the tie to see his hand, firmly gripping the lead still, the veins in his hand jumping as he flexes. 

Your eyes snap shut when Seonghwa sinks two fingers inside you, working them deep for a moment and stroking along your g-spot before pulling them free. “Look at that,” Seonghwa muses, “I’ve never seen her this soaked,” 

You’re trembling more now, barely able to contain the little mewling sounds you’re making and you know things are about to heat up with Yunho sighs above you, a groan on his lips. Yunho draws your head upwards to meet his eyes with the tie between your teeth and looks down at you, a soft look on his face. He strokes your hair with his free hand, “Does my sweet puppy need to come?” 

Your eyes flutter shut and you nod tightly, “Please, Daddy,” 

The hand stroking your hair shifts, moving to cup the back of your head and Yunho’s expression settles before he yanks on the lead, the combination of the pull with the tie and the push with his broad hand in your hair leaves you collapsing unceremoniously on the floor over his smooth black leather shoe. 

“Down,” He urges you again, pressing at the back of your head. 

You’re shaking, but you ease down your front half, and Yunho’s hand in your hair directs your cheek against his shoe. He presses more of the tie into your mouth with his free hand, stuffing it tight and stroking your cheek once before he says, “If you move, I’ll make you wait all night.” 

Your body clenches, and his hand positions perfectly to hold your head down against him. It should be humiliating, it’s certainly the furthest down the path of degradation play you’ve ever been, but something’s unlocking inside you with every push forward. It feels out of body the way you respond to his words, but you nuzzle your cheek against the stiff, warm leather of Yunho’s shoe and arch your back, your ass held high and body open and ready for them. 

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho groans. 

You feel Seonghwa’s hand lift away from your ass, and you know what’s coming, but the sharp sting of the spank still jerks you and you whine again, pressing your cheek further down to avoid lifting away with a moan. The fabric filling your mouth is hot and wet now, abrasive and difficult to breathe around but you focus your breath through your nose just like you would when taking them down your throat. 

“Let’s go,” Seonghwa says firmly, “how fast do you think we can make her come?” 

Yunho pets you again, before tightening his hand in your hair, “Let’s see,” 

Yunho drops to one knee beside you, and the position would probably feel awkward if not for Yunho’s tall lanky legs which allows you the space to stay pressed against his foot while he kneels on the other leg and reaches back around you. 

Yunho’s fingers find your slick folds, sinking down hard onto your clit and rocking his hand fast and firm. You moan hard around the tie, the feeling of finally being touched building heat so fast inside you that you’re dizzy. Seonghwa spanks you fast and firm once more and you cry out, desperate to move but locking yourself in place, one of your hands coming down hard onto the wood floor to steady you. 

“Listen to her whine,” Seonghwa’s hard, dominant voice sends a shock through you as he spanks you harder, “slutty puppy, begging for something inside her,” 

Your eyes roll back, the feeling of an orgasm building across your whole body. They have you pinned perfectly between them, and instead of giving you a moment to catch your breath, edging you up like they normally would, they only seem to bare down harder. Yunho’s hand presses firm, moving so fast against you now that you’re barely able to comprehend it, only feeling the deep pressure building. 

“So needy,” Seonghwa spits, clapping your ass with his hand again before thrusting three fingers deep inside you, thrusting them deeply a few times and then returning to delivering punishing spanks to either cheek. 

The noise you make sounds tight, feral, and disconnected, and your ears feel like they’re ringing as your body starts to shake. Yunho’s murmuring to you, but you can’t quite hear it, all you’re able to understand is the overwhelming sensation. Pressure drops inside you, a tickling sharpness that concentrates under Yunho’s hand, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt before. You’re close to scrambling out of their hold, the heady feeling too much all at once, but when Seonghwa’s palm cracks down once more, your body does break apart under them. 

The pressure releases hot and fast, fluid spilling from you and pouring down your thighs as your body breaks into desperate shakes. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa’s hands shift to hold your hips, a little more gentle than a moment ago. 

“Fuck, baby,” Yunho works his hand quick, coaxing more out of you until you jerk away from his hand and your head lolls to the side off his shoe, the scene forgotten in the haze. 

“Get her up,” Yunho says, and you don’t know exactly why he sounds the way he does or who’s hands are who’s, but a moment later you’re being dragged back from the floor and into Seonghwa’s arms. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa hooks his arms under each of your knees and opens you up wide. “Quick,” he beckons to Yunho. 

Yunho pushes up his sleeve higher to hook over his elbow, and crouches by your side, three of his fingers sinking inside you, searching for a moment before he finds your spongy g-spot and crooking his fingers just right. He pumps his hand in little short bursts, concentrating his movements over the core of your pleasure inside you, and you writhe against Seonghwa, pushing your hips into Yunho’s hand to chase the pleasure.

“Come for Daddy, baby,” Seonghwa commands, widening your legs, “you can do it,” 

“Again,” Yunho drags his fingers inside you just right and the feeling from a moment ago returns, fast and hard inside you. 

With a harsh cry you bite down on the tie, shaking desperately, and this time you watch as clear fluid erupts from your core, beckoned out of you with Yunho’s fingers. As you start to squirt he drags his hand out, returning to rub your clit fast and hard, and it’s messy but it’s everything, and your vision whites as you let yourself fall inside the pleasure. 

A moment later, Seonghwa releases your legs and you feel their hands easing you to the floor, your body still shuddering as you collapse into the warm wetness below you and into Seonghwa’s chest. You don’t realize how hard you’ve come until you feel the tie being pulled from your mouth and Seonghwa’s hand taps your cheek, “Baby? Love, wake up,” 

You suck in a sharp breath now that your mouth is unobstructed and blink your eyes open, Seonghwa craning around to get a good look at you as you rest against his shoulder. He cups your cheek, “Hey, my love, look at me,” 

You blink hard, focusing on him until your vision rights itself and you are able to form any kind of coherent thoughts. “Hey,” You sigh, wetting your lips with your tongue. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa smiles and drops his forehead against yours, “alright, there you are,” 

“Did I go somewhere?” You hear the question leave you but as you start to come back to yourself you realize what must have happened is that for a brief moment you lost consciousness. 

“Come here,” Yunho collapses next to you both, looking relieved, and pulls you into him, kissing you tenderly. 

“Just scared us for a second,” Seonghwa says as you break away from Yunho’s mouth and rest between them, your thighs still trembling. 

“I’ve never,” You shake your head, “that was intense,” 

“Never?” Yunho asks, running his hand through your hair, “Even before us?” 

“No,” You sigh, “I didn’t think I could,” 

“How was it?” Seonghwa strokes your bare skin, tender and curious. 

“Amazing,” You sigh, feeling boneless, “I just wasn’t ready for it, I didn’t know,” 

“It’s alright,” Seonghwa soothes. 

“I’m sorry about the mess,” You manage. 

“Oh no,” Yunho rests a hand on your chest, stroking softly, “that was… it was very sexy,” 

“Mess can be good,” Seonghwa kisses your temple, “especially if it makes you feel like that,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “I want to see if we can make you do it again,” 

“God,” You laugh, “give me a little bit,” 

“Mhm,” He kisses you, “we’ve got all night,” 

Seonghwa eases up off the floor, making sure Yunho has a good hold on you, before heading towards the master bathroom. You watch as he strips off his damp clothes, tossing them in the laundry and rummaging around in the linen close for a few towels. You blush feeling a little cold and exposed now that you’re no longer in the hazy glow of your orgasm. 

“Oh no,” Seonghwa sees your expression and shakes his head, “don’t be embarrassed, I know that face.” 

“Hwa,” You sigh, moving to push off the floor but your legs are still not working yet. 

“No,” He interrupts you with a hand on your knee, “Yunho’s right, it was beyond sexy. I want to see if I can make you come on my cock like that,” 

“Seonghwa!” You clap a hand across your lips. 

“I’m sure Yun agrees,” Seonghwa smirks. 

Yunho brings you against him a little better, reaching around and gently slipping his fingers over your swollen clit. You jump against him, feeling sharp and exposed, but he shushes you. He doesn’t move his fingers much, just feels the way your clit is uniquely swollen and hard and he nods, “I do, and I don’t know about you Hwa, but I want to taste her more now,” 

Seonghwa nods, crouching by your side to towel you off, Yunho’s fingers slipping away from you. As Seonghwa cleans up a bit, Yunho takes the opportunity to stand, stripping off his own clothes, his white dress shirt visibly wet at the front and you watch him smile, self satisfied at the sight. 

You sigh, letting them take care of you since you’re feeling pretty boneless, and Seonghwa lifts you smoothly into his arms. He cradles you against his bare chest before he sets you down on the bed, spreading you out over a series of towels that are now laid out over the bed. 

“Oh,”

“When you’re ready,” Seonghwa kisses you, “we’ll keep going,” 

“Can I have a glass of water?” You ask, tugging one of the lightweight blankets over you. 

“Of course,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “I should have done that earlier,” 

He jogs off before you can tell him he’s being fussy. Yunho stretches long, and you bite your lip as you watch the way his muscles shift, the way his cock shifts up and stands at attention. He crawls across the bed, moving towards you and eases down next to you, one hand snaking inside the covers so he can cup your breast. 

“Hey,” He murmurs, “you’re doing okay, right?” 

Yunho has a habit of checking in like this - where Seonghwa trusts you to stop him or say when you’re not into something, Yunho second guesses. In the moment he can be confident and calm, but he still gets nervous that they’re pushing too hard, even now. 

“I’m perfect,” You assure him. 

He touches the necklace gently, fingers tracing the O-ring and he swallows nervously, “And this?” 

“I’m perfect,” You repeat, closing your hand over his, “and I love you,” 

“I love you too,” He softens, gathering you close and bringing your lips to his, “so much, sweetheart,” 

You draw his hand away from the collar, intertwining your fingers and letting your lips part, tongues flicking against each other. Heat rushes to your core again with a dull, sore throb and your thighs squeeze together. 

“Yeah?” He murmurs against your mouth, breaking your hands so he can reach under the blanket again and cup your hip. 

The feeling inside you that’s knotting up is something insatiable, and you pant and nod against his warm skin. 

“You need something?” He strokes your back, working your mouth. 

If he touches you with his hands again you might burst, but you need to feel something and fast. You shift, rolling towards him and yanking the blanket over him too. He leans back, reclined against the pillows and you ease yourself over him, straddling one of his thighs and laying down fully on his chest. 

“Is that better?” He asks, shifting his leg a little, increasing the pressure up on your core. 

“Much,” You sigh, rocking your hips slowly and sighing against his chest. 

“You’re hungry today,” He strokes your back again before resting both of his hands on your hips over the blanket. 

“Mhm,” You nuzzle into him, slowly grinding yourself against his thigh, “I just can’t stop,” 

“Good,” He drags you with his hands, matching your pace but just adding a little pressure, “you know you can use me anytime,” 

You shudder out a sigh, “I thought you wanted me begging and calling you Daddy,” 

“I already had that,” He shrugs, “I just want to be with you,” 

You hear the door swing open but you let your eyes slip closed, rolling your body against Yunho still. You hear the sound of a glass being put down next to you, and Seonghwa’s warm hand lands in the center of your back softly as he leans over you and kisses Yunho. 

“Already?” Seonghwa murmurs. 

“I think she just needed to feel something,” Yunho replies softly, squeezing your hip. 

You hum pleasantly, the warm comfort of pleasure enveloping you, “I don’t know what you’re doing to me today,” you stretch, leaning up on Yunho’s chest to perch on your forearms. 

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa sits next to you on the small section of bed between Yunho and the edge, “if you need to come, come,” 

“This is getting greedy,” You smile, your hips starting to move again, “I need to touch you both,” 

“You will,” Yunho shushes you, shaking his head and dragging your wet core along his hot thigh. 

“Tell us how you want us,” Seonghwa asks softly, reaching under you to trace his fingertips softly over your hard nipples. 

You jerk softly and widen your legs to drop lower on Yunho’s leg, “I thought I was the gift for Yunho? Shouldn’t he tell us what he wants?” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “that is a good point,” 

“Me?” Yunho smiles, “I don’t know,” 

“Yes you do,” Seonghwa drags a thumb over your nipple again, “let’s see.” 

“You can have my mouth,” You offer, “or you could fuck me,” 

Yunho nods, “What else?” 

“You could watch Hwa fuck me,” your hand that is braced on his chest drags down his stomach, coasting along his pubic bone and the base of his cock, “or you could fuck me together?”

“What if,” Yunho sighs, body tense under you as you keep fucking yourself on his thigh, “maybe I do know what I want,” 

Seonghwa reaches around you, and you feel his hand join yours to wrap around Yunho’s prone cock. Yunho’s head drops back and he groans, his fingers tightening on you. Seonghwa leans against you, “Tell us, yeobo,” 

Yunho reaches for you, dragging you down to his mouth again, “I want you to come again, right here,” he flexes his thigh under you, “and then I want to watch Hwa make you squirt again,” 

“Fuck,” You curse against his lips. 

“And then,” He groans as Seonghwa’s hand drags up and over the soft head of his cock, “I want you on top,” 

“Oh,” You shudder, “I’m close,” You drop your head against Yunho’s chest, working yourself against him feverishly now. 

“That’s right,” Seonghwa’s hands land on you, one on your thigh and the other stroking your back, “there you go,” 

“I’m,” You moan, and Yunho wraps his arms around you, gathering you close to his chest. 

“Come for us, baby,” Yunho murmurs low, “I know you need it,” 

Your body curls, hips jerking as you rut yourself against him, but when you come again you’re barely able to keep yourself up. You fall apart with a gasping moan, and it takes about a minute of sighing aftershocks and their hands massaging your skin with soothing circles for you to slip into sleep against Yunho’s chest. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve fallen asleep for, but when you wake it’s to the feeling of the mattress shifting and the sound of hushed moaning. Your core throbs again, and as your thighs shift, you can feel how slick your arousal still is between your thighs. You’re sore, but you’re also incredibly empty, and as you ease your eyes open you know immediately that you won’t be sated until one of them is deep inside you. 

They’re wrapped together on the other end of the king bed, Yunho on top, and their mouths are locked in sync. You watch as they rock their hips, not yet fully fucking but you can see their cocks are slick with lubricant and glistening as they grind on each other. Yunho dips his head, capturing Seonghwa’s nipple in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, earning a tight moan from Seonghwa. They clearly think you’re still asleep, desperately trying to stay quiet and not rock the bed too much, and you wonder how long they’ve been at this teasing game with each other. 

You find your clit under the blanket and start to rock, watching them as they pleasure each other, but it doesn’t feel right. With extremely quiet movements, you reach an arm out to the bedside table and slide open the drawer. You wait to see if they notice, but they don’t. Yunho has Seonghwa’s head turned to the side away from you, and he’s whispering something you can’t make out in his ear as he thrusts his hips for some friction. 

Your eyes don’t leave them, but you search the drawer, a feeling of relief washing over you when you find what you’re looking for. Quietly you move the dildo from the drawer to under the blanket, not bothering to try and find lube with how wet you are. You watch them still, opening your legs wide, and pushing the dildo inside. It’s not quite as large as Yunho, but it’s sizable and you feel stretched immediately, the head of the phallus shape dragging along your soft spots perfectly. 

Seonghwa twists under his husband and catches Yunho’s ear between his teeth, and when you hear his words you nearly cry out on the spot. “Just say you miss her pussy,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho pants, and you start to work the dildo in and out of your tight channel. 

“You do, don’t you,” Seonghwa teases him, and they roll, ending with Seonghwa on top, nestled between Yunho’s open legs and their cocks rubbing slickly against each other. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans, “I swear to God,” 

“You swear?” Seonghwa teases. 

“Shh,” Yunho groans, “you’ll wake her,” 

“You’re the one making all the noise,” Seonghwa says. 

You’re shocked they haven’t noticed you yet, especially with the way you’re fucking yourself in earnest now, the blanket covering you slipping down to your hips. 

“Who’s needy now?” Seonghwa bites down on Yunho’s chest as he kisses his way across it, “look at you,” 

Yunho makes a tight whine as Seonghwa pumps his fist over Yunho’s red and weeping cock, and the sound has you gasping, pleasure fluttering up your body as you watch them together. 

“Baby?” Seonghwa turns towards you, his eyes darkening when he sees you - exposed down to your waist and the blanket bobbing where your hand works the silicone cock in and out of your tight wetness. 

Yunho’s head falls to the side, “y/n?” 

“Hi,” You pant, a little breathless, letting your hand slow to a stop with the dildo pushed deep inside, “you didn’t have to let me sleep,” 

Seonghwa rocks away from Yunho to sit back on his heels and watch you, “We tried to wake you,” 

“You were dead to the world,” Yunho smiles. 

“I’m sorry,” You blush a little, “I didn’t mean to leave you by yourselves,” 

Seonghwa smirks, “I think we’ve been occupying ourselves just fine,” 

“I can see that,” Your eyes flick between them. 

“I was kind of proud,” Yunho grins, cheeky with his tongue against his teeth, “we fucked you to sleep,” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, hiding your face in your free hand. 

“Mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “no,” 

Seonghwa runs his hand down Yunho’s thigh and cocks his head to the side as he regards you, “How long have you been up?” 

“A few minutes,” You admit, “how long was I asleep?” 

“Um,” Yunho leans to the side to see the clock, “thirty, maybe forty minutes?” 

“Well,” You sigh, your muscles clenching around the silicone cock, “don’t let me interrupt.” 

Yunho glances up to his husband, coming up off his back to his forearms, and it seems like he might try and take back control until Seonghwa lays a palm flat on his chest and pushes him down again, shaking his head. 

“Hwa,” Yunho glances at you. 

“We’ll take care of her too,” Seonghwa assures, “but she’s right, we were in the middle of something,” 

Yunho blushes, his ears running red. It’s not often that you see him on his back, a breath away from begging, but suddenly the man who had your face pressed against his shoe looks ruined, flattened by his own desire and arousal, and his utter need for the man above him. You’ve watched them before, but it’s rare to see Yunho quite so nervous looking. 

“My love,” Seonghwa murmurs, his hands running up the back of Yunho’s thighs to tip him open with his hips angled up high, “I think our girl would like to watch. What should we show her?” 

Yunho’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out and you watch him swallow hard. Your hand moves on its own, gripping the base of the dildo to bob it in and out of you steadily. 

“Fine,” Seonghwa turns his head to you, still holding Yunho in place, “How would you like us, love?” 

Sometimes his words mean what position, but not this time. This time he’s asking who you want. The night has bled from their dominant aggressive personas to the tenderness of your lovers without any mask, and back to whatever this moment is, a razor wire that will determine the rest of the evening. How you want to come, how you want to be fucked, how you want to be talked to, will all unfold here with whatever you choose. 

A flash of your night earlier flickers through you - they way they had you controlled, begging, desperate and soaking, and you bite your lip. With a few moves, you kick the blanket off yourself, spreading your legs wider and making sure they’re both watching when you start to fuck yourself again. Yunho makes a soft noise, and Seonghwa grins. 

“Please, sir?” You murmur, moaning, admittedly a little theatrically, but you get the desired response. Yunho’s cock twitches and Seonghwa’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment while he thinks about his next move. 

“That’s it then,” He sighs. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks between you both. 

“No,” Seonghwa shifts forwards, pressing his wet cock to Yunho’s entrance, “if our girl wants this, she’s going to get it.” 

“Oh, fuck,” You breathe, stunned by the expressions on their faces. 

“Baby,” Yunho groans as Seonghwa begins to shift his hips forwards. 

“Let me take care of you,” Seonghwa soothes him. 

“I,” Yunho’s eyes squeeze shut as he revels in the sensation of his husband’s cock filling him so deliciously, “I love you,” he manages. 

Seonghwa strokes his cheek once, dragging his thumb over Yunho’s full bottom lip and smiles, “I know, I know you do.” 

The sound of the room changes as Seonghwa rocks forwards and starts to pump his hips, sharp snaps down to drive his cock deep inside Yunho, and you start to match the pace of Seonghwa’s thrusts with your hand to feel full in just the same way that Yunho feels. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, his hands locking onto his hips to support his weight, “God,” 

Seonghwa stays focused, never slowing, but he turns his head to you. “Puppy?” 

You don’t expect the pet name, it’s not something that you play with regularly, but it is a perfect way to address you while he’s commanding the both of you. Baby, darling, love, all of these are endearments he says to both of you, each one like a secret soft kiss, but puppy is new. It runs the deepest strike of pleasure through you, and you press the cock deep, relishing in the feeling of it filling you to the brim. 

“Yes, sir?” You pant. 

“Come here,” He snaps his hips down and locks his pelvis with Yunho’s. 

You shift up, sliding the dildo out of you and shifting onto all fours, crawling across the expanse of the bed until you’re closer, “Sir?” 

“Kneel and face Yunho,” He directs you and waits for you to comply, “now hand me that,” 

With his gesture towards the toy, you grab it from its discarded place amongst the sheets and pass it to him. Seonghwa smiles, “Eyes on me,”

You look back at him, and watch as he drops his mouth over the length of the silicone cock, groaning as he tastes your arousal coating it. A low, tight noise bubbles out of you and he bobs his head a few more times over the toy until he lifts his mouth off and nods his head at you, “Look at Yunho,” 

You settle again, leaning onto your forearms with your ass in the air, a familiar position now. Yunho cups your face, smoothing your hair back and you can feel his hands trembling, the tension inside him as he waits for Seonghwa to keep fucking him more palpable than anything. 

“You think you deserve to be filled?” Seonghwa presses the head of the toy on your throbbing entrance. 

“Please, please, sir,” You press back, desperate now. 

“Darling,” Seonghwa says, and it’s clear immediately he’s not addressing you, “do you think she’s been good for you?” 

Yunho’s hips shift, you can feel the weight on the bed change as he does, and you know he’s a breath away from begging Seonghwa to make him come to, but recovers quickly and you feel his hand tighten up in your hair, “She’s been so good,” 

“Good enough for a treat?” Seonghwa asks. 

Yunho looks at you, his eyes soft, flicking between your eyes and the collar adorning your neck, “You know she has,” 

“Well,” Seonghwa sinks the head of the dildo inside you but no more, “if you ask Daddy nicely to help you come, maybe I can help,” 

The way the night has slingshotted between soft and hard has you spinning, but you decide not to think. With a whine you hold onto Yunho’s arm and comply, “Daddy?” 

Yunho shudders, nodding, “Yes, puppy?” 

“Please,” You moan, “please, daddy will you help me?” 

“Help you what?” He prompts you. 

“Come,” Your fingers tighten on him, nails digging into his bicep, “Daddy, I need it,” 

Yunho’s eyes break from yours and over your shoulder he meets Seonghwa’s gaze, “Fuck her,” he says, calm and cool, “hard.” 

The sharp press of the toy inside you knocks you forwards, but then Seonghwa holds it steady, “Fuck yourself,” he says, “I’m busy.” 

“What?” You twist around, feeling the dildo slip out of you a bit as his hand leaves.

“Don’t,” Seonghwa tuts, and his hand delivers a quick spank to your ass again, before he moves to brace himself over Yunho and resume his steady pace thrusting in and out of his tight, wet hole. 

Yunho groans, his head pressed back into the pillows, “Hwa, harder,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa acknowledges softly, adjusting his pace. 

You’re at a loss, the teasing never being quite this direct, but you also know that not following instructions will leave you worse off later, so you settle next to Yunho, your head on the pillow next to him, and get comfortable. Reaching between your legs you secure the end of the toy, and start to work it inside you, as fast as you can without falling apart instantly. 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa says, pleased, “but you’ve come enough.” 

“Hwa?” You turn again, shocked at the sudden shift in him. 

“You’re not coming on that,” He reaches forwards, pulling the toy free and tossing it aside, “not tonight,” 

You feel dizzy, dazed and confused at the lack of direction, at the way he changes on a whim. Seonghwa pushes back, ending up on his knees, with Yunho propped in the perfect position for Seonghwa to continue fucking into him, and then you realize. 

“Take him in your mouth,” Seonghwa directs, “don’t stop until I tell you.” 

“Yes, sir,” You sigh, eager to be useful again, and you position yourself to take him in your mouth, sinking down over Yunho’s stiff aching cock until he connects with the deep back of your throat. 

Yunho moans, cursing and locking a hand down over your bare thigh, and you can feel how neglected he’s been. Seonghwa continues, moving steady, every thrust forcing Yunho’s thick cock deeper into your mouth. You can hear Yunho whining a little above you, cursing and fidgeting in the sheets, and you can’t help the way that your body jerks, attempting to grind into something, anything. 

Yunho’s hand coasts down your back, slips over the curve of your ass, and presses on the plug just enough to make you moan. 

Yunho’s tightening beneath you, the combined sensation of your tongue against his cock and Seonghwa filling him about to send him over the edge, when everything snaps and Seonghwa drags you back by your hair, disconnecting your mouth from Yunho. 

You gasp at the sharp pain of him tugging you by the scalp, and he drops you instantly, letting you fall back in the sheets by Yunho’s side. 

“Hwa,” Yunho shakes, “stop, stop, fuck,” 

Seonghwa pulls back, pulling his cock free and looking down at Yunho, waiting for the next step. 

“I need her,” Yunho confesses, “let me have her,” 

Seonghwa smiles, a little more gentle than before, and nods, moving back to let Yunho shift around in the bed and find you. 

Yunho descends on you then, hot kisses across your mouth, your cheeks, down your jaw and your chest, “I have to have you,” he groans. 

“Take me,” You widen your legs, tugging him forwards, feeling the head of his cock drag along your belly. 

“Tell me again,” Yunho pants in your ear, “say it again,” 

You’re not sure what he means at first, and you freeze, only a moan on your lips. 

Yunho leans back, brushing your lip with his fingertips, “Come on, babygirl, tell me again,” 

Your body flutters under his and you grip his shoulders, shifting under him to open yourself up, “Daddy,” you beg, “help me come,” 

Yunho groans, thrusting into you with one smooth downward strike of his hips. “You want to come so bad, puppy?” 

You whine, tightness building inside you again, and you let him maneuver your body, legs pressed back so far that you’re folded almost perfectly in half, hips up for him. The fill of the plug makes everything tight, and angles Yunho’s cock up into your g-spot. 

His thrusts change pace, instead of fast and full he adjusts to short and hard thrusts, fucking you deep and steady, “Come on my cock, puppy,” he groans, “make a mess for me,” 

You’re about to say something, anything, try to form coherent words, but Seonghwa’s hand slips between you both and starts to rub your clit at a fast, punishing pace. You keen, desperate and aching, and Yunho grips you tight in his hands while he fucks into you. 

“That’s it,” He croons, “let go,” 

The sensation you felt earlier is building again, and for the smallest of split seconds you wonder if once you come like that the first time, you can come like it whenever you like. Either way, the pointed pulse of Yunho’s cockhead on your g-spot combined with Seonghwa’s frantic rubbing on your swollen clit has you a second away. Pressure builds again, dropping the knot of your pleasure low and aching, and you cry out as you grip whatever pats of your boys you can hold onto, “I’m going to,” 

“Come, come,” Yunho chants. 

“I feel,” You’re close to babbling, thoughts disconnected and flickering in your brain, “I can’t, I’m, oh god, Yunho, oh god,” 

Seonghwa drops low and hums in your ear, “Come on Daddy’s cock, babygirl,” he nips at your breast, “I know you can,” 

Yunho’s hand drags up your chest, and you’re not sure exactly what triggers your orgasm, the way he tugs gently on the ring of your collar or the way he’s looking at you, or Seonghwa’s middle finger pressing perfectly down at the exact right time, but none of it matters. 

With an embarrassingly sobbing cry, the deep pressure unlocks and you feel the hot fluid erupt from your core once again. Yunho pulls out suddenly, and between both of their hands they stimulate you through the full extent of your orgasm, the splashing wetness making such a mess across all three of you. You’re shaking, the orgasm still heady and sharp, but Yunho’s hands move you fast. 

“Come here,” He rolls you onto your stomach, kicking your legs open wide, before he descends inside you again, moaning against you as he jerks his hips into you. 

“Yunho!” You gasp, finding his hand in the sheets and gripping it tight. 

He presses deep inside and leans up a bit, “Seonghwa,” you hear him say, “Please, can you try?”

In the haze of your orgasm, it doesn’t make perfect sense, but you feel the weight over you change, and when Yunho moans into space between your shoulder blades, one hand fisting the sheets by your head, you know that Seonghwa has taken up the spot behind him. 

You’re all frozen for a second, adjusting to the sensations, and where Yunho is shuddering between you both, fucked out and needy to come, Seonghwa still has some of his faculties. He leans to the side, searching for your face where it’s pressed into the mattress, “Are you okay? Can you breathe?” 

His concern for you warms you, his stress that both of them on top of you might be too much, but you shake your head, “I’m so, so good,” you assure. 

Seonghwa finds your hand and interlaces your fingers, “You squeeze my hand, okay?” 

“Mhm,” You manage, exhaustion pouring over you, “okay,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says. 

Yunho dips low, kissing your cheek, “You with us?” 

“Yeah, yes,” You blink hard and surface. 

“Okay?” He checks. 

“Please,” You jerk your hips back and he groans. 

“So good,” Yunho sighs. 

The rest is desperate. Moaning, clawing at each other’s skin, gripping hard enough to leave bruises on hips. Yunho thrusts into you steadily, and Seonghwa follows suit, fucking into Yunho’s ass with tight curses on his lips. Seonghwa keeps his hand twined with yours, but you never need to use the lifeline he offers. 

“You’re our fucking girl,” Yunho chokes in your ear as he thrusts, “forever,” 

His hand winds around you, closing over your throat not to choke you, but to hold you where the collar nestles against your skin, and he melts down into you. Within a few thrusts he chokes, spilling himself hot and wet inside you, warmth filling your belly. You couldn’t come again if they tried, every inch of you feeling over-stimulated, but the heavy weight of his cock inside you as Seonghwa thrusts into him still feels pleasant and comforting. 

Yunho grips down on you, biting as gently as he can manage on your shoulder, and you know he’s feeling just as over-stimulated as you now that Seonghwa is working him still after he’s orgasmed. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, gathering you close in his arms as he rides it out, “I can’t,” 

“Shh,” Seonghwa hushes his husband, “I’m almost, I’m close,” 

Seonghwa thrusts steadily, and you feel his hand tighten hard on yours as he starts to come, groaning sharply and snapping his hips tight into Yunho as he spills his release deep inside. 

You’re all a shuddering mess, a mass of shaking damp limbs, and it takes a few minutes to recover. 

The weight of both of them on top of you finally starts to build, and you squeeze Seonghwa’s hand hard, “I need some air,”

Seonghwa pulls back first, dropping to your left side and looking about as blissed out as you’ve ever seen him. Yunho pulls away, his softening cock sliding free, but he stays braced on all fours over you for a few moments while he recovers before rolling over onto your right side. 

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa checks, rubbing your back, “It wasn’t too much at the end?” 

“Mm,” You shake your head, “never,” 

Yunho sildles close, pulling you into his arms in a spooning position, “My girl,” he sighs into your skin. 

“Am I?” You murmur, and you know it’s true but hearing it always fills you with delicious warmth and love, so you tease and grin against Seonghwa’s lips when he dives in to catch your mouth. 

“You know you are,” Yunho sighs, his fingers dancing over the collar, “always.” 

You rest in their arms a while, all three of you recovering your breath and easing into each other, sated and feeling delicious, until the chill of the room starts to raise goosebumps on your arms. 

“Cold,” You sigh, “someone tuck me in,” 

Seonghwa chuckles, and kisses your face, “We need a shower, and then we can sleep, okay?” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “I’m so tired though,” 

“We’ll just have to help you,” Seonghwa teases, “think you can handle that, Yun?” 

“Mhm,” Yunho presses a warm kiss to your shoulder, “I’ll get you squeaky clean,” 

It only takes twenty or thirty minutes to get cleaned up, but the boys are true to their word. Seonghwa showers quickly, leaving you and Yunho to finish out slowly. He helps you wash out your hair, remove the plug, and holds you against him in the hot spray to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for bed. 

Once you both make out to the main room, you can’t help but smile. Seonghwa has discarded the towels and remade the bed, one corner turned down to accept you into the plush cushions. Seonghwa himself is sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed waiting, dressed in his sleep pants and holding the red box in his hands. 

“Hi, baby,” You smile when you see him, Yunho wrapping his arms around you from behind as you wait for Seonghwa to respond. 

“We should sleep,” he finally says, “but before we do that I want to show you something.” 

“Okay,” Your eyebrows knit together, unsure of what he could possibly want to show you after all the  intimacy you shared tonight. 

“The key,” Seonghwa stands, and holds out the small locking mechanism for your necklace, “I want you to know where I’m going to keep it.” 

“Why?” You shake your head, “isn’t the point of this supposed the be unlimited trust?” 

Seonghwa smiles softly, and Yunho joins in, “Yes, but trust doesn’t have to mean blind trust.” 

“I don’t understand,” You admit, confused by both of their reactions. You thought you had understood what Yunho liked about the necklace, and accepting the risk that it was permanent was supposed to be a large part of your commitment to them. 

“We love you,” Seonghwa smiles, showing you the key between his fingers as he crosses the room to the bookshelf that lines one wall, “and you belong to us,” 

You nod, finding Yunho’s hand and holding it tight as you listen. 

“But you were right,” Seonghwa reaches for a small clay pot off the top shelf of the bookshelf and holds it out to you before dropping in the key, “we don’t own you.” 

“Hwa,” You breathe. 

“You’re with us by choice,” Yunho kisses your temple, “and for as long as you choose to stay, it would mean so much to me if you’d keep this,” he brushes his hand over the necklace, “but you always have a choice.” 

Your body softens against him and Seonghwa crosses to nestle close, cupping your cheek, “We chose you,” he murmurs, “and we hope you’ll always choose us.” 

Emotion wells in your chest and you blink back tears, “I can’t imagine being without you now,” 

“Then don’t,” Yunho hums in your ear, kissing you softly. He reaches for Seonghwa and tugs him in closer too, so that you’re gathered between them both. 

They wrap their arms around you. They hold you tenderly. Here, tucked close between them, you are forming a family. The collar around your throat means many things, but when you feel the weight of Yunho’s hand on your cheek you think of his ring, and when you press your cheek to Seonghwa’s chest, your fingers play with the delicate wrap of his chain. They don’t have to say a thing, and neither do you, but you all know what it means. 

You fall asleep in each other's arms. In your bed, in your room, in your apartment, your home. You can’t imagine what would be strong enough to pull you apart now, and even though they don't say it, neither can they.

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how you get the girl - park seonghwa

"say it's been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl. and then you say; i want you for worse or for better, i would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart, i'll put it back together, i would wait for ever and ever"

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you really really squint

word count: 1.8k

warnings: hwa being dumb

author's note: thank you so so so much to @hoonieversed for proofreading this for me, you're literally an angel <3 this is quite literally a brain rot generated by cutting up strawberries while listening to how you get the girl by taylor swift and thinking of seonghwa,,, yeah.

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Six months since he disappeared from your life leaving a hollow right in your chest. You would be foolish to say that you did not want him anymore even after so long, even when he left without an explanation. 

“I just think we don’t work anymore.”

That was all he had left you with, no more, no less. And what could you do if not let him go? You couldn’t force him to stay with you if that was not what he wanted anymore. It hurt like hell, but you foolishly kept telling yourself that he would be back if he really loved you. Delusion? Perhaps. Some “if you love them, you have to let them go” type bullshit. That was what you chose to believe. What you had to believe to not fall apart.

Seasons came and went; he broke your heart in the icy winter, you learned to fill the hollow in your chest by spring - as the cherry blossoms that reminded you so much of him blossomed - and by the beginnings of summer, you liked to believe you were alright, sort of. Now, you would be lying saying you did not want answers for whatever was on his mind when he broke up with you. You also started hating the part of you that still loved him - that still cared - anyway.

The cashier’s cough pulled you from your thoughts, looking at you expectantly once your eyes focused back on them. Right, you needed to pay. You handed over the cash with a sheepish smile, quickly accepting the change and picking up the bag of groceries. Faced with the automated doors of the supermarket you sighed in surrender; the rain was unforgiving tonight. You made a beeline for your car, muttering curses under your breath for forgetting your umbrella. 

A short car ride later, and another mad-dash under the downpour, and you were in the comfort of your apartment, sighing in relief. After a hot shower, you put together a quick dinner to enjoy on the couch; a little treat to end the horrible week coming now to an end. 

Only, when you turned on the TV, his favorite movie was playing. You let out an exaggerated groan of frustration, more so because, once again, you thought of him. Only the pitter patter of the rain outside gave you small comfort, like it always had. You switched to Netflix quickly, a bitter taste in your mouth upon realizing stupid, trivial things like these could still get a reaction out of you. And it was safe to say that your mood only soured when the doorbell rang, interrupting the near-perfect peace and quiet of your apartment. You sighed, getting up, wondering who it could be so late at night. 

Apparently, the last person you expected it to be.

“Are you insane?” were the first words that left your mouth upon seeing him standing at the entrance, big brown eyes pleading and wet like a dog. Not bad for the first interaction you had with him in six months. 

Seonghwa stood there like a ghost, hair wet and clothes clinging to him as if he had walked under the rain to get there. Had he? You stood there, looking in each other’s eyes, trying to have a silent conversation. 

Are you just going to stand there and not say anything? 

Please, let me in, let me explain. 

Why should I? 

Conflicted, you still cracked the door open a little wider. His eyes lit up for the briefest of moments but he stood his ground, refusing to move until you said so. You jerked your head, motioning him to come in. You couldn’t just turn him away. 

“Hold on” you said, disappearing down the hallway only to emerge a minute later with a big towel and slippers. He silently accepted them, quick to discard his wet shoes and quickly pat his hair down after closing the door behind him.

You stood, stealing glances, not really knowing what to say given the absurdity of the situation. This was not what you had planned for the night in the slightest. Your head was just about to explode with the amount of questions spinning around in it. You thought you’d never see him again.

“I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue,” his voice was quiet and low and you couldn’t help but scoff. “It’s been a long six months and I… I wanted to talk.”

“Talk?” shocked could barely cover what you were feeling right then. He wanted to talk? “Couldn’t you have texted?” 

Seonghwa must have sensed the frustration in your voice, you saw it in the way his shoulders sagged a bit. 

“I was walking by and-” he sighed. “I don’t know, I just wanted to see you.”

Oh, this was rich. 

“Weren’t you the one who suggested not doing that ever again?” you crossed your arms, voice accusatory. You could not believe this in any capacity. You sighed, after all, wasn’t this what you wanted all along? For him to show up and give you answers? Looking back at him and seeing him stand there, a little lost, a little afraid, made your heart twist. You silently led him to the kitchen, where he sat and waited as you fixed up hot tea for the both of you. 

“I was afraid,” he said, still not meeting your eyes, when you set his cup down in front of him. Your eyes widened a bit, not expecting this from him at all. You sat down, suddenly with shaky legs. 

“I was too afraid to tell you what I really wanted,” finally, he looked at you, that familiar look of sadness in his eyes making your heart speed up the littlest bit. “Which I don’t know how translated into me leaving you, I must’ve lost my mind. I’m sorry.”

There was a part of you, the one who had kicked in when he left, that was resisting against it. That was reminding you of all the ways you had grown to be without him, of how you could do it alone. Then there was another, a bigger, part of you pulling at your heart, saying that yes, you could live without him, but you did not want to. 

“I don’t know if sorry will cut it, Seonghwa.” Despite this, you felt yourself giving in, which you still were not sure was a good thing. 

“Don’t you miss it?” he asked, leaning closer. Your breath hitched. “How things used to be when we were together? I do. I miss waking up to you, talking to you, hell, I just miss you.” 

Of course you did, who were you trying to kid. You missed how he always made sure to pack your lunch when he packed his, how he knew to hold you a little tighter when you were stressed beyond belief and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep. When you came back home after a long day and found that he had let himself in with his spare key, and was waiting for you with a warm meal ready. And how after, a little tipsy from the wine, he would suggest dancing. How you would not have time to answer that he was already pulling your giggling figure off the chair and into his arms, gently swaying around the kitchen as he sang softly.

He was so attentive, so loving, everything you ever wanted. You missed loving him, being loved by him.

“Why?” you despised the tears burning in your eyes, blurring the sight of his face. A beat of silence. You blinked, letting the tears fall, seeing him in no better condition.

“I was afraid I needed you more than you needed me,” he whispered. Your heart gave a painful tug in your chest, mind racing, asking how could he believe something so untrue. 

Silence hung thick in the room and Seonghwa started doubting his decision of showing up. His heart was beating to the rhythm of the word stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course you wouldn’t want anything to do with him after he broke your heart in such a way, of course you would have nothing to say to him anymore. But something inside him broke, and all that he had kept bottled up for months came pouring out of his mouth in a shaky, stumbling rant.

“I never wanted anyone else but you. I want you for worse or for better, and I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I would wait forever for you. I won’t be the same idiot again. I should’ve talked to you back then and I’ve been kicking myself over it all this time.” 

And there they were, the words you had wanted, yearned, to hear for six months. Big, brown, desperate eyes staring at you and all. In them, you searched the love you were so used to seeing, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you found it. 

“I know I broke your heart but let me put it back together again.” 

You sat, numb, words failing you, as you let your emotions wash over you like a bucket of ice-cold water. There was no doubt in your mind that you still loved him, that you wanted him. Floored by the apology of the century, the wildest dream of anyone wanting their person back, you didn’t notice the hopeful look in his watery eyes vanishing, his shoulders dropping.

“I’ll go,” Seonghwa smiled curtly, beginning to stand. You pulled him back down by the hand, heart beating so loudly in your chest that you were afraid he was going to hear it. 

“I don’t want you to,” his eyes widened upon hearing your words. 

There were a lot of things you knew Park Seonghwa to be, and one of them was being genuine. He had never lied to you, not now, not when he left you. Yes, he should have talked to you, but even then he had acted on what he believed to be the truth. 

“Really?” his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes searching for any indication of the opposite on your face. 

“Seonghwa, you quite literally got the girl,” a small smile tugged at your lips as he still looked at you, lost. “You better know how to keep her this time” 

His wide, beaming smile melted your heart, you had not seen it in a while. You hoped you got to see it forever. You pulled him into you and he happily welcomed you in his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his tears wet your skin, just as yours were his shirt. 

“Please never believe that I don’t need you, Seonghwa,” you whispered against his chest. 

“I promise.” 

Seonghwa knew this hurt he put you both through was all his fault. Of all the mistakes he had ever made, giving you away was his worst one yet. He would never let go of you, never again, not when you were the only thing he had ever gotten right.

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