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The past will come back to haunt you

ღPairing: Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: enemies to lovers, Modern Wizardry School au ღWord Count: 4,732 ღWarnings: mentions of war, battles, mental warfare, fingering, oral (male receiving), public sex, nipple play, breeding kink (he never gives up okay) m and f orgasm, dom hwa/sub reader, cum eating ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with hella plot now ღSummary: in an attempt to juggle your new teacher life, your new love life, a jealous cook, and an old flame, you find yourself in serious trouble, up to your neck really, and Mingi still wants to shoot his shot too. If only you could go back to only having to deal with dreams... ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, @flurrys-creativity thank you for all beta-ing but also pushing me down this well farther. look what we've done ღPrevious Part| ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

You whimpered and Seonghwa chuckled softly into the shell of your ear. “What’s wrong, lover?”

You swallowed loudly. “Nothing is wrong, Seonghwa.”

“Then why the small noises of discontent?” He placed soft kisses down the side of your neck, with the aid of you craning your neck, of course.

“I don’t want to be here!” You said in frustration.

“Don’t want to be here?” He echoed you in a crooning voice. “A little late for that now, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa was right, of course. He was fingerfucking you in the back of your classroom, inside the small office connected to it. You were so goddamn wet that the noise of his fingers moving in and out of you was so loud that it was the reason you were whimpering in the first place. Why he made you feel the way you felt was beyond your capabilities of figuring out but it still frustrated you just as much.

“I could stop, I suppose,” Seonghwa mused out loud.

“Don't you dare,” You hissed immediately and then internally winced. Needy much?

Seonghwa continued as if you hadn't said a thing. “But then again, I am having too much fun.”

Your sweater was pulled up to your chin, your bra also pulled up so that your breasts were bare to the moonlight. Every now and then Seonghwa tweaked your nipple so that you would cry out for him more. Your leg was propped up by the chair that normally your visiting students sat in. Everything was so debauched right now, how could you not be dripping, soaking wet?

“If only your students could see you now,” He spoke as he added a third finger to stretch your inner walls. “I hear you’re quite firm with them; that you’ll only accept a hundred percent from them. The grades are showing too, despite the added graffiti to the public washrooms. They call you the Taskmistress. But I’m seeing none of that right now.”

“Seonghwa,” You said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled again, male-sounding and amused. “Yes, lover?”

“Do you have to talk so much? Can’t you simply--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Seonghwa cupped your breast and was squeezing it gently and made you moan. “Come now, you and I both know that most of this is our back and forth. What fun would it be if I simply fucked you and I didn’t speak a word?”

“I--” You let out an unseemly cry as Seonghwa now worked his thumb into the mix, rubbing your clit in lazy circles as he continued to fuck you with three fingers that you now realized he had added. “Seonghwa,” You groaned from simply feeling so much pleasure from him.

“Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” Seonghwa teased, knowing full well how fucked out you were. “You were much louder and more vocal when we used my pain spell.”

Your hips began to roll with his thrusts, feeling your impending orgasm building. “Puh-please,” You whined.

“Please what, lover?” Seonghwa purred, a habit you were starting to resent because it usually meant he was about to get exactly what he wanted.

“Please, can I come?” You whined in frustration once again.

“What will you give me in return?” His thrusts into you slowed to bargain with you.

“Whatever you want!” You said, mind simply focused on your orgasm.

“Not sure you want to promise me that," Seonghwa warned you. “What if I said I wanted you to give me little, fat babies that could run around the campus?”

"Not this again!" You panted. "Seonghwa, we talked about this. Do you really want to have to replace another teacher?"

Seonghwa responded with no delay. "The students can have a free period. It'll be fine."

"No. I did not take this job with the intention of seducing the director and becoming his pregnant lover. I want to teach our students about dreams. I want it to be useful to them in ways that I never got to explore." And that was the utter truth.

"Fine." But he genuinely sounded disappointed by your flat refusal.

"So?" You whined again.

"Did you really doubt I'd start this without finishing it?" Seonghwa thrusted his fingers into you with a curl to his fingers that began to massage your g-spot.

"Hnnnnnnn!" You groaned, teeth firmly biting into your bottom lip. "I meant--! What else--fuck fuck fuck--do you want?"

As much as you knew Seonghwa enjoyed playing with your body like it was an instrument, he wasn't getting anything out of this clandestine meeting currently.

"Hmmmm," Seonghwa contemplated the offer for real this time. "I should take advantage of your clouded brain to ask for something incredibly intimate."

"Seonghwa!" You whined.

"Take me in your mouth, lover. I only think that's fair, hmmm?" Seonghwa placed soft kisses on the back of your neck, sweaty or not. In between being completely lewd with you, he seemed to hint that he could be quite the thoughtful lover… if you let him, that was. And you were not inclined to allow that.

"Fine fine fine FINE! Just," You let out another whimper, rolling your hips desperately. "Wanna come!"

"My pleasure," He assured you.

He focused solely on fucking you with his fingers, hitting the soft spot inside of you again and again, until you had to bite down on your finger as you came. The scream that threatened to come from your mouth was too loud to be coming from your classroom so late at night. If someone came in to check on you, you would be beyond embarrassed. Not to mention, it would probably give Seonghwa just another reason to lift the veil and reveal to any one that was willing to listen, that he had you wrapped around his fingers--literally and figuratively.

You whined over and over as your climax lapped at your nerves, echoing and making you twitch still. Seonghwa always seemed to have this effect on you. Or at least what you had noticed during the past few times you had let this happen again.

You groaned as you let your leg down after Seonghwa pulled his fingers from within you. You turned around, kneeling on the floor, needing the rest but also preparing for what you were willing to give Seonghwa in return. It, unfortunately, gave you a perfect view of him sucking on each one of his fingers to clean your wetness from them. You watched as he seemed to take great relish in the notion, those dark eyes peering down on you as he did so.

"What did you mean by 'ways you never got to explore’?" Seonghwa adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually, as if your previous conversation had just occurred to him.

You rolled your eyes. “It was on my resume, Director,” You said smartly. “I was in the Intelligence Corps during the War.”

Seonghwa cocked his head curiously. “How is it that we never met?”

It wasn’t the first time he had referenced the civil war before. “Well, I was not involved in any of the physical or metaphysical fighting. Because of my penchant for dreaming, I worked covertly. I dove into the other side’s dreams and pulled imperative information for my side to use.”

Seonghwa hummed in acknowledgement. “I heard about you.”

“And would I have heard about you?” You asked, interest piqued.

Seonghwa grinned and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I was a part of the metaphysical fighting. They sent me in to make a bloody mess of the battlefield. After each successful battle, I went back to collect a Corpse Crow feather. It was my trophy, of sorts."

"The Reaper?" You said in awe.

You couldn't help it. You had heard of the stories of the man that could summon demons like they were his beloved pets. When the legend spread about how he was secretly Death's reaper, the White Magic Army grew more resolute to subdue the Black Magic Rebellion. It was only more proof that any black magic user was simply there to ruin the world.

Seonghwa’s fingers curled under the corner of your jaw to tip your head back to him. "I only fought for our rights. We deserved to be treated as equals."

"I know you get off me submitting to you," You whispered harshly. "Don't pretend otherwise. You seduced me to reduce me to this. A white magic user on her knees for a dark magic user she despised."

Seonghwa smirked. "Don't hate me so much now, hmmm?"

"I don't." You broke your gaze with him. "You're very gentle when you want to be."

"When you'll let me," Seonghwa corrected you softly.

"You're being ridiculous," You shook your head out of his grip. "Are we doing this or not? I have papers to finish grading, that you so rudely interrupted me from doing."

Today it was leather pants that you reached for. His long body was framed with a rather obnoxious red jacket. Seonghwa was the fanciful dresser, but then again, it seemed he relished it as the director. He said nothing as you impatiently yanked his pants down to his thighs to reveal his cock.

"It's going to get messy," Seonghwa warned you. His hand was on the top of your head now, almost cupping the back.

"Don't you like messy?" You grumbled.

"It's an adorable look on you, certainly," Seonghwa said, smiling crookedly.

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't get cute with me. It will do you no good."

"Right," Seonghwa gave a nod, sharp and quick, "You prefer me to be intimidating and arrogant."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm starting now."

"I'm ready for you, lover," Seonghwa purred.

You struggled, genuinely, to get all of Seonghwa inside of your mouth. He was that long. You should have realized it, all those times he had fucked you and hit the end of you, but it didn’t quite have the same effect as taking him in your mouth. After taking him as far into your mouth as you could, you released him with a lewd pop. “Yeah about that blow job…”

Seonghwa cocked his head, “Chickening out already?”

You sent a glare up at him. “Seonghwa.”

He hummed back at you in affirmation. “I'm listening."

"Just…" You breathed in and then out. "I'm letting you be gentle with me. Please."

Seonghwa became serious, his eyes searching yours. "Don't."

You blinked up at him. "What?"

Back came his charming smile. "Nothing. I'll treat you good." Next, Seonghwa rubbed the head of his cock against your lips. "Treat me good too."

You opened your mouth and let him push in. You found yourself flattening your tongue and Seonghwa pulled out. The tip of your tongue ran along the underside of his head before he pushed in again. You slowly began to bob your head along his length.

You focused on the moment, about to close your eyes when Seonghwa’s hand tightened, making your scalp tingle. "Don't you dare close your eyes, lover."

You let out a big breath through your nose and flashed your eyes upwards. "Oh, if looks could kill," Seonghwa chuckled.

You dropped your jaw and changed the angle. You pushed Seonghwa’s sensitive head crudely against the side of your cheek. He swallowed, clenching his jaw in response.

"I wonder, will you be a good little White Magic User and spit? Or will you be my good little dream witch and swallow?"

You leaned back, circling your tongue around the head of his cock. When he tossed his head back, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the beauty of his neck, you brought your teeth gently down.

Seonghwa sucked in air as a hiss. His lips curled on one side. "Oh, does the little white magic user have teeth?"

You took him swiftly back into your mouth, barely battling down your gag reflex, but managing to get him down your throat. Seonghwa moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, bracing a hand at the base of his shaft, and taking him as deeply and as quickly as you could. Seonghwa’s moans turned into a crescendo of airy cries until he literally shot his seed down your throat.

"Fuck," Seonghwa swore, his plump lips releasing from his teeth.

You released him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Guess that makes me--"

You made a face and Seonghwa laughed, albeit tiredly. "Mine? No, I'm not sure that applies to you."

You stood up and pulled all your clothes back in place. "I suppose you should go then."

"Professor," Seonghwa winked at you and left in a cloud of his scent.

You fell more than sat into your chair, combing your hand through your hair. What the hell were you doing?

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"I'm going to teach you how to crush up valerian root properly, so that you may induce yourself into a dreamlike state," You said, smiling brightly.

One of your students raised their hand. "Can't we just spell ourselves asleep?"

"You could. But if you spelled yourself asleep, how are you going to spell yourself out of it… if you're asleep?" You raised an eyebrow at them.

The student looked sheepish and you patted their shoulder. "So we go for a more natural remedy and that way we can estimate how long we'll be under and when we'll be able to wake up."

You pulled out a mortar and pedestal and carefully explained how much root for how many hours. The technique for grinding was tedious but any chunks would mess up the estimate of how many hours you'd be sleeping.

A small white rabbit with terrifying pink eyes hopped onto your desk, scaring you. "You may inform your students that classes are done for the day."

You frowned at the talking animal until you realized it was a demon Seonghwa had summoned to deliver a message. "I want you to all be prepared to be grinding these roots tomorrow and if I see any chunks then you're going to be sleeping through the weekend, understood?" You announced crisply.

"Yes Mistress Dreams," Your class intoned and then it was like a zoo for them to get out.

The bunny remained, however. "Can I help you?"

"You're dismissed as well." The bunny twitched its nose and then it was gone.

"Damn arrogant black magic users," You cursed under your breath. You exited your classroom promptly.

"Professor!" Mingi caught up with you quickly, as was his right with his long legs.

"Does he do this a lot?" You wondered.

"Dismiss class all of a sudden?" Mingi thought about it for a moment, "Yeah. But I don't think he does it for the students."

"Oh, certainly not--" You had to bite your tongue. Maybe you shouldn't make scathing comments about the director of the school to another professor. You changed the direction of your sentence, "Why does he do it?"

Mingi rubbed his fingers together, a nervous tick, you had gathered during your first few weeks here. Oddly enough, the soot on his fingers never smeared. "Dunno. He's very hush hush about it. Everything resumes the same the next day. Maybe a dry announcement that love spells are forbidden before All Hallows Eve and it's better if you simply don't get caught doing it."

You let out a noise of disbelief. "Of course. Because the higher evil is getting caught, not doing the love spell itself."

Mingi screwed up his face in concentration, "Not sure I've ever been caught in a love spell. Once, there was this animal whisperer who--"

"Mingi," You stopped his far-fetched story before it got out of hand. "It's a rare day off. I plan on finding a good book to read and enjoying the last of the fall sunshine."

Mingi smiled pleasantly. "That sounds nice. Perhaps--"

"Nope," You cut him off, "Don't even think about it. I do not want to get involved with the faculty." Which was true. You had made that mistake once and you didn't really want to think about what Seonghwa might do if he caught you with another professor.

Mingi shrugged his shoulders, unfazed. "I've got a bottle of Gin that was said to be made by the wee folk if you're ever interested."

You couldn't help but be a little charmed by his confidence never wavering. “Heard, Professor Elements.”

Mingi made a face, “Please, call me Mingi.”

You laughed, waving a hand and taking a separate path to town. You did have a lovely afternoon in the library. The town had a small one albeit stuffed with interesting books that you had never picked up in the big city. You found a café to snack and read until the owner quietly pushed you out, insisting you get some real food from Wooyoung’s pub.

It was an utter surprise for you to come face to face with your old captain. “Hongjoong?”

“Lieutenant,” Hongjoong smiled widely, “To what do I owe this honor of your presence?”

“I work at the school,” You maintained your frown, “The real question is what are you doing here?”

Hongjoong shrugged, “Here? I’m getting dinner.”

“Hongjoong,” You scolded him, “We aren’t in the war anymore, you don’t have to dance around with your words.”

Hongjoong giggled and you followed him into the dining room. “Old habits die hard.”

Hongjoong sat down, a wide stance but he also happened to choose the same table Seonghwa had when you first dined here. Old habits die hard indeed. Two men that were used to guarding their own backs.

“Will you sit with me?” Hongjoong wondered, his eyes shining up at you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Joong.” You winced at the shortening of his name. You didn’t think that sort of intimacy was called for anymore.

“Please,” Hongjoong motioned for you to take the chair across from him, “You know I don’t beg for much.”

You took the seat, albeit reluctantly. “You don’t need to. What station do you have now within the army? Lieutenant Colonel?”

“General, actually,” Hongjoong corrected you, ducking his head slightly in humbleness.

“Congratulations,” You said cordially.

Wooyoung came up to your table but he wasn’t the flirty, happy man you had known only a few weeks ago. “Mistress Dreams,” Wooyoung said to you bluntly, “What would you like for you and your guest?” Except Wooyoung made ‘guest’ sound like it was a derogatory term.

“Whatever you feel like making this evening, Woo,” You said gently. Looks like he wasn’t too impressed with your stint with Seonghwa.

Hongjoong followed Wooyoung with dark eyes. “Always a heartbreaker, Lieutenant.”

You clucked your tongue at him. “That was a long time ago, Hongjoong.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Hongjoong looked directly in the eyes.

“Well it was,” You insisted, “Better to leave it in the past.”

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” A cool tone drawled from behind you.

You whipped around in your seat to find Seonghwa with a not-so-pleasant smile on his face. "Ah, Seonghwa, I'd like you to meet Hongjoong, my--"

The tension between the two men could cut like a knife.

"What am I missing here?" You wondered.

"My scar? The one you never asked about? He gave it to me."

You stared at Hongjoong. "You met the Reaper in battle?"

Hongjoong ignored your question. "How did you see his scar?"

You looked down at the table immediately. "That's none of your business."

"What a world we live in," Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "Where Black Magic users and White Magic users fu--"

"Sir, there is a lady present." Seonghwa smacked a hand down on the table rather loudly. "Do not insult her."

Hongjoong cocked his head, tongue caught between his teeth and you knew you were done for. Hongjoong was very petty and vindictive, in his own way. "Did she tell you she was mine before she was yours?"

Seonghwa didn't get jealous, however. "How stupid of you to lose her then."

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed down at the director. "I didn't lose her."

"Hongjoong," You scolded him, "Seonghwa, enough of this. Like two horses, you two, stamping and snorting at each other."

Seonghwa bowed his head. "I'll let you finish your dinner."

You let out a great sigh, rubbing your temples. “Need I remind you that the war is over?” You turned to Hongjoong, “If I can work for him then you can endure a dinner with him.”

Hongjoong nodded curtly and Seonghwa took a seat. “Won’t this be fun,” Seonghwa muttered.

“You’ve settled in well?” Hongjoong queried inquisitively.

You nodded, sipping the fruity drink Wooyoung had made for you. “Everyone has been very welcoming.”

“I bet,” Hongjoong said, eyes sliding back towards Seonghwa.

Seonghwa grinned devilishly. “If I had it my way, she’d be plump with peace babies as we speak.”

You choke on your beverage, spraying the table and yourself. Good thing there wasn’t any food yet. Seonghwa offered you a handkerchief and you snatched it from his hands rather rudely. Damn men and their egos needing to be stroked.

Hongjoong’s eyes were glittering brightly with malice. “Some things never change, I suppose.”

“Alright,” You said in a hoarse voice from choking, “My sex life, past or present, is not a dinner subject. Got it?”

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair. “Understood.”

“You never did tell me why you are here, Joong?” You changed the subject. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at the familiar shortening of your captain’s name.

“Oh, Seonghwa is used to me skulking about. I’m his unofficial supervisor. Everyone in the school board is terrified of him, so they send me to make sure he’s not using the school as a sacrificial lamb for a S-class summoning so he can take over the world,” Hongjoong said with a delighted grin.

“I’m too busy dealing with stupid student antics. I hardly can find the time to summon S-class demons to take over the world,” Seonghwa retorted, rearranging the cutlery in front of him.

“Wooyoung, what’s taking you so long?” You shouted, rethinking your life choices.

“I now have three perfect dinners to prepare!” Wooyoung yelled back from the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of crashing and banging and shouting, Wooyoung brought out three dishes. Seonghwa’s salmon still had its head attached, Hongjoong had a vegetarian dish and yours was burnt chicken souvlaki.

"Wooyoung!" You frowned hard, "What's this?"

Wooyoung almost sneered. "It's what you're getting."

Seonghwa laughed but it was arrogant and not nice. "He cooks with his emotions. These are his emotions."

Your eyes shot up to Wooyoung. He won't look you in the eye. You feel guilty even though you're not sure you should. "Oh," was all you could manage.

Hongjoong scoffed under his breath when Wooyoung shot back to the kitchen. "I love visiting this town."

You turned towards Seonghwa. "Should we go?"

"Quite," Seonghwa drawled. He stood up, pulling the lapels to straighten his velvet jacket. He offered his arm to you.

Hongjoong rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Maybe I should get some rest. It's been a long day."

"We'll see you at school tomorrow," Seonghwa nodded curtly.

You were about to take Seonghwa’s arm when Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your wrist. "Lieutenant?"

"Hongjoong…" You really didn't know what to say to him.

He smiled, tightly, "I'm sorry. Old habits truly die hard."

You felt your heart softening. "I'll see you tomorrow, Joong."

“What’s tomorrow?” You wondered after you were walking down the softly lit road back towards the Academy.

“Hongjoong has an announcement to make to the students,” Seonghwa revealed yet revealing nothing.

“Oooookaaayyyy,” You drew out, knowing Seonghwa wasn’t going to say another thing. You fumbled around until you pulled his handkerchief out of your pocket. “I should give this back to you.”

Seonghwa hummed, taking it and putting it in his vest pocket. “Are you going to tell me about him?” He said after a moment of silence.

You sighed heavily. You knew Seonghwa was going to ask about Hongjoong even though he had no right to do so. Seonghwa side-eyed you from beside you. “I’ll tell you about the scar he gave me if you do.”

“Is this what we’re doing now?” You laughed, “Exchanging war stories?”

Seonghwa remained silent. He certainly wasn’t going to beg for it. It would be an equal opportunity exchange. If you wanted to know about his scars then you had to tell him about you and Hongjoong. It was up to you. He always left it up to you.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about your scars, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa pursed his lips, his only hint to frustration. “Indulge me.”

“When I got conscripted from school to the army, the war was in full swing. I was assigned to the Intelligence Corp immediately. Hongjoong was my captain. I grew feelings for him, for his ambition to move up in the army and his determination to put this war to an end as soon as possible. There was a mission, they asked me to not just simply peek into someone’s dreams, they wanted me to eat it, and in doing so, make them forget the memory completely.”

“Isn’t that against your code? To destroy?” Seonghwa offered.

You nodded. “Still, they said we had to set our code aside, it was a war after all. So I did it. Not soon after, the negotiations started up and when the war ended, I resigned. Hongjoong wasn’t happy with me but I wanted to leave the war far behind me. I took my war spoils and set up my family nicely. I got my teacher license and now I’m here.”

“Do you love him still?” Seonghwa asked.

You shook my head, “I left that behind when I left the army.”

“My turn I suppose,” Seonghwa kicked a rock with his polished loafers.

We just so happened to be in front of the school’s gates. “I’m still hungry,” You said truthfully.

“I could tell you over dinner,” Seonghwa suggested.

“Seonghwa…”

“No one needs to know,” Seonghwa proposed. “It could be me just checking in with my newest professor to see how she is adjusting to her life.”

“Over dinner? While you tell me a personal story? Seonghwa!”

Seonghwa combed a hand through his hair. “You have made it very clear that no one can ever know about this. I am doing my best. But you are wearing my patience, little white magic user.”

“Excuse you?” You demanded.

Seonghwa did not deem it important enough to explain himself further. “Will you or won’t you come to my rooms for dinner so that I may pay you back and tell you the story of my scars?”

“Well, you certainly make it hard to decline with a tasty offer like that,” You said with sarcasm coating your tongue.

You found yourself up against the brick pillars that held the black iron gates to the school. Seonghwa’s face was pulled into a snarl, with his hand precariously around your neck. You weren’t scared of Seonghwa, simply surprised at the moment. He had gone from slightly frustrated to a full on animal rage. Had he been hiding that the entire night?

“Hello, Reaper,” You cooed.

You watched as Seonghwa carefully packed away his dangerous side until his eyes simply burned brightly. He looked slightly bashful at his outburst. “It seems like you have a talent for bringing this out of me.”

“You better be a good cook because it’s going to take a hell of a dinner to apologize, Director Park.”

Seonghwa winced at the use of his formal title. He let go of you and allowed you to straighten your clothes. “Please, I prefer when you call me Seonghwa.”

You sent him a cool look, “Perhaps you’ll earn that title later. For now, you will remain as my boss. I don’t feel like you deserve to be called by that name right now.”

You walked into the school grounds, waving your hand and the gates recognized you as a teacher. They swung open and you sent a look over your shoulder. “Are you coming or am I going to have to cook for myself?”

Seonghwa looked towards the sky, whether for guidance or to send a prayer, you weren’t sure. “Coming, Lover.”

“Seonghwa!” You hissed.

He smiled, looking back like his charming self. “Thought you said you weren’t going to--oof!” You smacked his chest.

“Don’t push your luck.”

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