#seonghwa drabbles

[cybrsan]

Can I request a smut with dom Seonghwa with prompts 106 and 107. He’s a ceo and while at work his gf suddenly decides to visit him. She realizes he’s busy so in order to get his attention she makes him jealous by flirting with Hwa’s coworker and he gets angry and then they end up fucking 😋

Prompts: 106. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that asshole's name." + 107. "Bend over the desk, love." Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x F!Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 1.6k Tags/warnings: Possessiveness, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, jealous sex, creampie, spanking, subtle sir kink

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“Mr. Park is busy at the moment. You can take a seat in the waiting room, and I’ll call for you when he’s ready.” 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, counting backward from 5. It is taking all of your willpower not to throw a tantrum like a spoiled child. It has already been a rough day, and all you want is to enjoy your lunch with your boyfriend. Yet, here you are, essentially being told to go to the back of the metaphorical line. It is for this reason that you’ve never liked Seunghee—she knows who you are, yet she still insists on giving you the runaround. 

“He and I have a lunch date scheduled. If you would just call up to him, I’m sure—” 

“I’m sorry, but he’s in a meeting. You can take a seat and wait for him, or I can have him call you at his earliest convenience.” 

“You know what? No. I’m heading up to his office, and if you have a problem with that, you can call security. But have fun explaining that to Mr. Park.”

She gapes at you as you walk away, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You find a sick kind of satisfaction in it and, to further rub salt in the wound, give her a dainty wave and smile as the elevator doors close. You head all the way up to the 19th floor and are fully prepared to wait in Seonghwa’s office until he’s free, expecting that he would be in one of the conference rooms. However, to your surprise, he’s already in his office—but not alone. 

One of the most beautiful women you have ever seen sits across from him, her image reflected in the abstract mirror hanging behind his desk. Her long, dark hair cascades in rivulets down her back, her lips both similar in shape and color to a peach. Her eyes are foxlike, sharp and alluring, intense even through the reflection. You bristle with envy, though you try not to make it a habit to compare yourself to others.

Then there’s Seonghwa. He looks as stunning as ever, every detail of his appearance meticulously perfected despite his long work day. His dark hair sweeps across his forehead, each strand seeming to fall effortlessly into place in a way that accentuates his beauty. The dark blue suit you helped him pick out hugs his torso nicely, just form-fitting enough to show off his best features. His slender hands are folded on the desk in front of him, mere centimeters away from her dainty, well-manicured ones. And, god, those big, brown doe eyes of his that you love so much are watching her so intently. 

You know that she is probably the representative of a company that wants to merge or some up-and-coming actress that is looking for representation. You know that Seonghwa is just doing his job and that he has a bad habit of looking at everyone with stars in his eyes. But, despite yourself, you can’t fight back the jealousy that you feel. So, indulging in one of your own bad habits, you sidestep his office and head into his CMO’s office instead. The two offices are connected only by a glass window and the blinds are currently open, so you know that he will be able to see you. 

Surely enough, he notices you not long after Minho does, and both of their eyes widen in surprise. Unlike Minho, however, he has a meeting to focus on and quickly returns his focus to the woman.

“Y/N!” Minho says, getting up to greet you. “What a pleasant surprise. Are you here to see Seonghwa?” 

He holds out his hand, but you move forward and hug him instead. There’s nothing about it he would find odd—it’s quick, friendly, not unusual for a greeting. Yet you know, and Seonghwa knows, there’s more to it than that. Speaking of your boyfriend, he must have noticed your movement out of the corner of his vision if his stiff posture is any indication. You watch with satisfaction as he tongues the inside of his cheek, knowing he tends to do that whenever he’s upset. 

“Hey, Minho. I was, but he seems busy at the moment. Have you eaten yet? I’m not in the mood to eat alone.” 

“I was just about to go on my lunch break, so your timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. Please, join me.” 

He pulls out a seat for you—what a gentleman—before quickly excusing himself to the kitchens so he can grab his own food. You make yourself comfortable, clearing some room on his desk, and are just about to start eating when you hear the door to his office open. 

“That was fast,” you say without looking up. “What do you have to eat?” 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?” 

You jump in your seat, taken aback as you expected to hear Minho’s voice. Instead, you’re met with a frustrated Seonghwa, his tone laced with annoyance. He strides over to you and spins your chair around so that you’re forced to look up at him. 

Grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he continues, “Well? I thought you were here for me, but apparently, I was mistaken.” 

You shake yourself out of his grasp, standing up to fix the imbalance of power. “I was, but it looks like you were busy. Funny how you didn’t mention anything about a meeting this morning.” 

“You’re jealous? Is that it? So the first thing you do is turn to one of my coworkers, one of my friends, for attention.” His eyes darken and he moves forward, forcing you to back up until the back of your legs hit Minho’s desk. “What, exactly, were you hoping to get out of this?” 

Before you can answer, someone clears their throat. The two of you turn to face a confused Minho standing in the doorway, a fork in one hand and his food in the other. “Oh, Hwa, will you be joining us for lunch?” 

“Sorry, but I was promised a lunch date. Why don’t you go eat in the cafeteria with the others?” 

Minho narrows his eyes, obviously catching onto the fact that Seonghwa wants him to vacate his office. “Sure… Just eat in your own office, if you don’t mind.” The hint is almost as subtle as Seonghwa’s, but it’s there. 

“Of course. I’ll talk to you later.” 

With a nod, Minho walks away, leaving you and Seonghwa with total privacy. Without sparing you a glance, Seonghwa turns and heads into his own office.

“Bring the food,” he says. “Or don’t. I don’t think we’ll have time to eat anyway.” 

His words send a jolt straight to your core, the hidden promise of what’s to come enough to excite you. You grab the food only to haphazardly discard it on one of the chairs in Seonghwa’s room. You watch as he grabs the remote control for the blinds and closes them so that the two of you will be hidden from any prying eyes. Then, he sits at his desk, crossing one leg over the other as he looks at you expectantly. When you make no move to do anything, he sighs.

“Bend over the desk, love, before I lose my patience.” 

You immediately do as he asks, not minding the way the various stationary supplies littering his desk press into you uncomfortably. You know that if you make a mess of his desk, you’ll only receive more of a punishment. Your dress rides up your thighs, and Seonghwa stands, pushing it up further so that the whole of your ass is exposed to him. He rubs the skin gently, caressing it with his palms, before bringing one of his hands down with a resounding smack. Your body ricochets forward with the force, and you bite back a moan, watching as some of his papers flutter to the ground. 

“Is this what you wanted? To be punished like the little slut you are?” He smacks you again, and this time you can’t help the strangled noise that escapes your lips. “Flirting with another man right in front of me, just because I was meeting with a woman.” He tsks. “She’s the owner of a perfume company, by the way. She wants to make a signature scent for the movie we just released that has gained a bit of a cult following—she thinks it is a good mutual investment.” 

You look back at him, cheek pressed to the hardwood of his desk, your words a bit muffled due to the position. “I would barely call a hug flirting.” 

“I don’t care what you would call it—I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name. And if you talk back to me one more time, you can expect a lot worse than a spanking.” 

His threat is enough to shut you up. “Okay, sir.” 

“Oh, now you’re obedient? All pliant and ready for me to use you?”

“Yessir.” 

He lovingly trails a hand down your spine, his light touch enough to make you squirm. “Good.” 

Next thing you know, he’s grabbing your hips with a bruising force, plowing into you from behind, panting into your ear about how you belong to him and only him. All you can do is whine and moan, barely able to grasp reality except to cry over how good he’s making you feel. He brings you to the edge again and again, not caring about how overstimulated you get as he chases his own pleasure. He comes inside you and doesn’t allow you to do anything about the mess; instead, he helps you slip back into your thong and orders you to keep it inside of you until you get home. 

The walk out of his building is awkward, to say the least.

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[mia-tiny]

『 Seonghwa & CNC 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, consensual non-con scene, aggressive dom hwa, metal handcuffs, use of kitten + slut + whore, unprotected sex (big no no), manhandling, reader protests only as part of the scene

⇒ word count: 1.7k

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⇒ author’s note: This drabble contains themes that some readers may find sensitive or triggering. Please use discretion as to whether or not this drabble is right for you.

You step cautiously into your apartment after work, your senses much more vigilant than usual as your heart pounds inside your chest with anticipation. The sound of the front door closing and locking behind you is a small relief, but you also realize you don’t have any reason to be nervous just yet. There is no way Seonghwa is off work already, so you have some time to relax before your scene. Somewhat more at ease, you flick on the lights and freshen up in the bathroom before making yourself comfy on the couch, turning the TV on for background noise.

All alone, you can’t help but think of what this night is going to entail. A few months ago, you admitted a fantasy of yours to your husband that you’d been keeping under lock and key for years. You were terrified of how he would react to hearing you’re into consensual non-consent, most people judging you immediately the few times you’ve confessed your attraction, but Seonghwa was actually open to the idea. Of course, he took his time doing lots of research and talking to you about exactly what you like because the thought of genuinely hurting you worried him greatly.

It took many conversations about hard limits, roleplay scenarios, timing, safewords, and more before he even felt comfortable starting at a less aggressive level. Per the advice he found online, you both started slowly incorporating more CNC elements into your play over time such as him ripping off your clothes, forced orgasms, or just being rougher with you in general. Since you established such clear boundaries and only initiated these elements at agreed upon times, you’ve both been enjoying yourselves so far.

Seonghwa, especially, has found more pleasure in it than he thought he would’ve. Since he’s always been the dom in bed and in BDSM scenes, however, he actually slipped into the role with relative ease after getting over the fear of hurting you.

You know that at some point tonight you’re going to act out a full CNC scene with him, but he has kept the timing and manner of the play a mystery so that you can experience the building tension of waiting.

Your eyes continuously glance over at the front door, wondering when he is going to come in and take you by storm. The thought alone has your core aching for stimulation, but you ignore its needy cries. It takes about 30 minutes before you are finally starting to loosen up and let other things occupy your mind besides your hot-as-fuck husband fucking you into oblivion. Your stomach even grumbles a bit, so you shuffle into the kitchen to find a snack.

As soon as your eyes are trained on the food in the pantry, you feel someone grab you from behind, one hand encircling your waist while the other covers your mouth to muffle the startled yelp you let out.

“Well, hello gorgeous,” he purrs in your ear predatorily, the sound of his familiar voice sending an immediate sense of safety through your body regardless. “Mind if I join you?”

When did he even get into the apartment? You are 100% sure the front door has not opened since you came in, which means he must have been hiding this whole time. The idea of him watching you, waiting for just the right moment to strike, makes your heart thump wildly with adrenaline.

Snapping back into the scene, you attempt to escape his grip and remove his hand from your mouth, but your strength is nothing compared to his and he doesn’t even waver. He chuckles deeply by your ear, amused by your desperate squirms. He slides one hand into your shorts and underneath the waistband of your panties, gliding his fingertips across your already soaked cunt with a growl.

“Look at you,” he sneers. “You may act like you hate it, but your pretty little pussy doesn’t lie.”

He lets you go briefly only to effortlessly throw you over his shoulder as soon as you try to jet away.

“Let me go,” you protest as you wriggle and flail your legs.

“You’re not going anywhere.” The finality of his tone has you quaking in excitement.

He carries you to the bedroom and plops you down on the mattress, quickly tearing off your clothing despite your resistance and small yelps of surprise.

“Hold still and maybe I’ll go easy on you.” His arrogant tone has you feeling rebellious, abruptly getting up and scurrying away as he stands up to remove his clothes, but he effortlessly pins you back down before you can even reach the doorway.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, your breathing heavy from the amount of energy you’ve expended. He simply smirks in response.

“No, kitten. I’m going to fuck you.”

Without giving you time to respond, he swiftly restrains your arms with the handcuffs he had attached to the sides of the headboard in preparation. He leaves your legs free and steps back to admire the sight of your body splayed out for him. You bend your knees and squeeze your legs shut to try and hide yourself, but he has no problem yanking them apart again.

“Don’t touch me,” you whimper, though of course you want exactly the opposite.

“Do you really think you’re the one calling the shots here? All vulnerable and ready for me to use?” His voice is laced with mock sympathy as he gazes at your defiant expression.

“Please,” you mumble, tears threatening to spill from how immersed you are in the scene. Seonghwa, noticing this, climbs over your body so that his face is just inches from yours.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I’m just going to give this pretty pussy exactly what it needs.” Although his words are still filthy and sinister, the softer tone of his voice reminds you that he is actually just your lovable, doting husband and this is all part of a scene rather than reality. Such reassurance quells the panic in your chest and Seonghwa grins as he notices this shift.

He runs the tip of his cock along your wet folds, your body involuntarily jumping each time he passes over your sensitive clit.

“Stop,” you command with a defiant tug at your restraints.

“Hm? Stop what? Stop teasing?” he mocks. “If you say so.”

He thrusts his considerable length inside you with a grunt, a pleasured cry falling from your lips at the feeling of him stretching out your desperate cunt.

“See? I knew you’d like it.”

He leans back onto his knees and tucks your legs into your chest, essentially folding you in half, before he begins to ruthlessly pound into you. The angle he has you at allows him to reach even deeper and constantly hit your g-spot with each thrust.

Your metal handcuffs clang against the headboard as the entire bed shakes from his aggressive fucking. You don’t even have the mental capacity to protest as your entire body just becomes an extension of the overwhelming pleasure concentrated in your sex. Surely you are making the most pornographic sounds right now, but there is no chance you’d be able to stop even if you tried.

Seonghwa doesn’t bother keeping it down either as he moans and curses loudly. His eyes are fixated on where he bullies his cock into your pussy, intoxicated by the sight of it disappearing continuously in your tight hole. He can tell by your desperate whimpers that you are enjoying it as well and picks up his pace, groaning as you clench around him in response.

“Such a greedy slut,” he pants as he becomes more desperate to climax. “Gonna take my load deep in that needy cunt like a good whore, right?”

His words bring you back to the scene and you shake your head frantically, pretending to hate the idea. “No, not inside me!”

He uses one hand to again cover your mouth completely, his pace not faltering in the slightest. “What was that, kitten?”

Your pleas for mercy are muffled beyond comprehension and he snickers as you again struggle against the handcuffs, the cold metal biting into your reddened skin.

“That’s what I thought.”

Knowing that his own release is near, he uses his free hand to rapidly rub circles into your clit, the sensation causing you to arch your back and constrict powerfully around his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, dropping his head back in euphoria.

It takes only a few more seconds before he has pushed you over the edge and your legs shake violently through your orgasm. Seonghwa’s own high doesn’t take much longer, spurred on by your own, and he stills as he empties his balls deep within your pussy as promised.

He removes his hand from your mouth, and you both take a moment to catch your breath and come back to yourselves. He slides carefully out of you, now turning back to the gentle and caring husband he has always been, and quickly undoes the metal cuffs keeping you hostage.

“Baby,” he coos as he presses feather-like kisses across your face. “You there?”

A contented smile lifts your cheeks and you nod before pulling him in for a proper kiss. He then tugs you into a tight embrace, knowing that aftercare is vital after scenes like these.

“How was that? Did I go too hard?” he asks, always making sure to break down what you liked and didn’t like afterwards.

“No, Hwa, that was perfect,” you hum in total satisfaction. “Actually though, next time, could we use something other than metal handcuffs? I think I would have no skin left there if we used them again.”

He chuckles at your statement and brings one of your hands to his face, pressing loving pecks along the red marks on your wrist.

“Anything for you.” He mindlessly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

You shake your head against his chest with a pout. “Can you just stay with me like this for a little bit?”

He smiles warmly and kisses your forehead. “Like I said, anything for you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DISCLAIMER: It is to be understood that I in no way, shape, or form condone non-consensual sexual activity. This drabble depicts an acted out consensual scene between the two (consenting) characters that both had safewords should they need them.

If you are considering implementing this kind of play in your life, please do extensive research and ease into the practice only with a partner you trust entirely. Make sure you can fully communicate with said partner about limits, safewords, timing, etc. If you’d like more information on how to safely execute CNC play, I recommend starting with this article.

I would also like to state that this drabble is not meant to represent Park Seonghwa in any way, shape, or form either. This drabble is entirely fictitious and has nothing to do with the actual Park Seonghwa of Ateez.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[yangsrose]

word count: 557 words

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: barista! au, fluff

warnings: none

authors notes: i honestly wrote this in less than 30 minutes because the idea came upon me lol but i hope this is good!!

Seonghwa smiled as the bell on top of the cafe door rang, indicating your presence in the cozy building. Just like clockwork, you would come in at the same time everyday and even though it may have seemed like you were a normal college student coming in to get their work done, Seonghwa felt his heart jump a little at the sight of you.

In all honesty, he was slightly embarrassed at the small crush he had developed on the stranger that he would see at the coffee shop everyday. With every step that you took towards the counter, Seonghwa felt his heart rate go up a few beats, and by the time you were at the register to order, his heart would be beating so hard that he was sure you could hear the pulsing sound ringing through his ears. Seonghwa had contemplated doing the cliché act of writing his phone number down on your cup, but every time he tried to, he would end up psyching himself out of doing it. His friends always teased him for the crush that he harbored, saying that he had probably memorized your order and just pretended not to know just to have a “conversation” with you. (He did in fact, know what you were going to order just by your demeanor when you entered the building. But he would never confess that unless he wanted to be teased for the rest of his life). Seonghwa tried to lull his heart as you gave your order, avoiding all eye contact with you as he pushed the order buttons as if his life depended on it. The only thing that made his head shoot up was hearing you say something that was completely out of the ordinary. 

“Thank you for the cookie last time.” you said, a shy smile spreading across your face. Seonghwa tried to hide the confusion in his face as he tried to remember if he had ever given you a cookie the last time you came. It wasn’t until he heard Wooyoung snickering behind him that he began to put together the pieces of your sudden gratitude. 

“I also wanted to text you since you left your number on the packet but I got too scared so if you thought I was ignoring you that’s not what happened!” you said, your face turning red with every word that came out of your mouth. Seonghwa was in no better state, as he stared at you with a blank expression and mouth open wide as you went to the opposite counter to pick up your order. Seonghwa simply watched as you walked away, slightly raising his hand to wave bye in return to your wave and smile. Behind him, Wooyoung was now doubled in laughter, happy that his plan to get you both to notice each other was finally working. Seonghwa turned around and glared at his fellow coworker, thinking of all the ways that he could spend his break time getting revenge for the plan that was carried out behind his back. 

But as he peered over the counter and saw you working at your laptop with a small pout on your face, he began thinking of other ways to spend his break time, such as bringing you another cookie. This time, it would actually be from him. 

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

First!Time February: Day 8

Mommy!Hwa x Sub!fem reader

Requested by: @marievllr-abg

Content Includes: Soft!dom Seonghwa, kissing, praise, scent play, unprotected sex (don't do it), fingering (reader receiving), size, oral (fem receiving), corruption, whiny and needy reader, nipple play, c*m play, hand-holding, slight angst, fluff, aftercare.

Word Count: 2,869 (hahaha…what a coincidence)

The bright lights of the road blurred past Seonghwa’s eyes as he tried to keep his eyes on the road, though it was incredibly difficult as your perfume filled the car, the enticing scent filling his nose and causing his cock to swell. 

‘Did you have a good birthday?’ He cleared his throat before asking. 

He shuffled in the driver’s seat as he tried to think about the fucking road and not how much he wants to pull over and fuck you on the side of the freeway. 

He couldn’t do that…not yet at least. 

‘Of course, the dinner was amazing, it was my best birthday ever’ He glanced at you for a second to look into your grateful eyes and how happy you looked. 

You pressed your hand against Seonghwa’s thigh in an innocuous touch as you tried to emanate your gratitude to Seonghwa for taking you out to dinner on your birthday. 

He gasped lightly at the touch as his hands clenched further at the wheel, his mouth straightening in a line as he tried to hide just how horny you were making him. 

‘I just wanted to make my baby feel special is all’ He murmured back, his tone soft and filled with care. 

The car entered the apartment parking lot and Seonghwa pulled the car into park and put on the handbrake, watching the night sky out through the window screen. 

He watched you leave the car with your small handbag slung across the body, walking across to him as he closed the door, standing in front of you. 

You gently wrapped your arms around Seonghwa’s middle and snuggled into his torso, your face buried in his neck as you murmured into his skin. 

‘I’m serious Seonghwa’ You tilted your chin up so you could gaze into his eyes. 

‘I’m 25 and this is my first birthday with someone’ You spoke, gently rubbing your hands up Seonghwa’s sides. 

‘And I’m so happy it’s with you’

Seonghwa’s heart clenched in his chest and tears misted in his eyes from how happy he was in this moment and how he could feel your gratitude emanate through him. 

He’s feeling, he just feels with you and sometimes it’s so much he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

‘I’m glad I can make you happy, you deserve it’ He rubbed your shoulders as he pulled you away slightly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your mouth. 

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping the edges of his lip had caused his mind to become hazy. 

His hands moved to your lower back as instincts kicked in, pushing you against the car as his tongue forced his way into your mouth, licking against the palate of your mouth as he kissed you with a groan. 

‘Please’ He spoke as he broke the kiss, clasping your face between his hands and leaning down so he could look you in the eye. 

‘Will you let me have you tonight?’ 

You answered ‘Yes’ almost immediately, you had been wanting to feel his hands on you just as much as Seonghwa probably did, your body filled with anticipation. 

Seonghwa kissed you feverishly again, this time pulling away to press a few pecks to your mouth before grabbing your hand and walking you both to his apartment. 

The short elevator ride and walk to his apartment block felt like the longest walk ever in his mind, trying to keep that primal part inside of him tamed down for now. 

The door unlocked as he pressed the pin in the keypad and opened the door for you to enter before him, closing the door behind him and pinning you against the door, his hands framing your face. 

‘Did you wear that perfume on purpose baby?’ Seonghwa teased as he buried his face in your neck, a low moan leaving his body as he nuzzled his nose into the slope of your neck. 

‘Y-yes’ He heard you stutter out beneath him. 

‘I know how much you like it’ 

He exhaled through his nose as he could feel his briefs tighten in his pants from just the smell of you. 

‘Mmm and you like driving me crazy don’t you?’ He teased, humming slightly as he felt your body shiver from that remark. 

‘I’m sorry…’ Mischief was strewn across your features before your voice lowered. 

‘Mommy’

Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed towards you and he straightened his shoulders, the gentleness starting to slowly dissipate. 

‘Oooh precious’ His chest was pressed against yours, his hand running down the side of your frame and landing on your hip. 

‘I’d be careful about what words you use to call me, you might not be ready for what could happen once my hands are on you’. 

You gulped lightly as Seonghwa’s eyes bore into yours, the primal nature of them almost challenging you to see exactly how he could use his hands. 

And his tongue. And his mouth. And his cock. 

‘But I’m ready. I want to know’ You attempted to make your voice as whiny as you could, caging your body so you looked even smaller under Seonghwa’s gaze. 

Yes, you weren’t experienced and this was new for you. 

But you weren’t naive. 

You knew exactly what you were doing. 

‘Please, please Mommy’. 

Seonghwa’s mouth was on yours and your sighs were met with his groans as his teeth nipped into your bottom lip, causing you to jolt from the touch. 

The small noise caused Seonghwa to pull away and grab your hand as he walked…more like dragging you to the bedroom with him, roughly opening it and pulling you in behind him. 

You stood in his bedroom as you glanced over at the neatly-made bed, nerves began to stir in your body about what was about to happen. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ 

The gentle tone of his voice brought you back into the present as you glanced at him, his eyes showing slight concern. 

A sigh of hesitation filled the room as you rubbed the front of your dress nervously, trying to pay your attention elsewhere. 

‘It’s stupid’. 

Seonghwa leaned in to rub soothing strokes up and down your arms, his voice low and his tone gentle. 

‘What’s stupid?’ 

His eyes stared into yours and you decided to be honest, clearing your throat before answering. 

‘I’m worried that I’m not going to be good…that it’s not going to be a good experience for you’. 

That remark left Seonghwa stunted and he could see the authenticity in your eyes, that innocent look that made his skin itch with desire. 

‘Oh precious’ He huffed lightly, exhaling through his nose. 

‘That is a stupid thought’. 

He leaned down to kiss you once…twice, his words murmured against your mouth. 

‘You really don’t know, don’t you? You don’t know what you do to me?’ 

‘Well…’ Your words wandered as you moved to sit on the edge of his bed, trying to create some space so you could think clearly and not be distracted by the hunger Seonghwa held in his eyes for you. 

‘I’m not used to this, I want to, I really do want this but it’s hard for me to imagine someone wanting me in this way’. 

Seonghwa moved to sit beside you on the bed, taking one of your hands in his as he spoke, his words filled with meaning and held-back desire. 

‘This is not your imagination baby, this is real.’ He shifted his legs so he was facing you more, removing his hand to place it on your thigh. 

‘You don’t need to worry about not making me feel good when I feel good all the fucking time around you.’ 

He leaned forward even more and placed his hands on your sides, his body almost hovering over yours and you could see his eyes darken to something else. 

‘I want you, I want you under me, I want to feel your nails scraping down my back, I want to see your neck covered with my marks because I put them there, I want to hear you moan my name because of how good I make you feel’. 

His final words were whispered in your ear, his fingers nimbly tracing the ends of your dress. 

‘So will you let me?’ 

You didn’t even need to think of an answer to that when his words had caused your heart to jump and skin to shiver, your voice all scratchy when you spoke the words. 

‘Yes, Mommy’. 

…

‘Seonghwa!’ 

You cried out in pleasure as his warm tongue licked around the edge of your nipple, your chest covered in marks and wet with his saliva as he grinded his crotch against your panties, his breath hot against your skin. 

‘No precious, It’s Mommy remember? You call me Mommy’ 

He told you before moving his attention to your other nipple, eagerly sucking the bud into his mouth as he nuzzled further into your chest, wanting to be consumed by just the smell and sound of you. 

His tongue trailed from your sternum down to your hip bones as his nose rubbed along the seam of your panties, stilling for a moment as you felt him press his face against your crotch, inhaling your scent like it was his favourite cologne. 

‘Mommy…what are you-ahh!’ 

Your back arched as he pressed wet and open-mouthed kisses over your lace panties, his strong hands holding your hips down and his hair falling into his eyes. 

‘You smell even better than I thought, fuck you smell delicious’ 

Seonghwa looked up at your shocked gaze with searing eyes, his bare chest flushed with need and his lips red and kiss-bruised. 

‘Mommy has thought about this for a looong time precious, how’d you smell, how’d you taste, I want it so bad’. 

He didn’t waste any time by asking if he could pull your underwear down, he was too caught up in wanting to taste you, in wanting to be this close to you, knowing that no one had been close to you like this before. 

You were now completely nude in front of Seonghwa, who still had his pants and briefs on and the power imbalance caused you to become a little self-conscious and you clamped your thighs together. 

‘Don’t!’ He spoke firmly, the heaviness behind it causing heat to stir in your body even more. 

‘Don’t cover yourself, I won’t let you.’ 

Your legs were now strewn over Seonghwa’s shoulders, his hands holding your thighs apart. 

‘You’re too beautiful, too beautiful to be shy for me’. 

Seonghwa was too pussy-drunk to focus on the noises you were making as he ate you out like his favourite meal, his groans just as frequent as yours when he could feel how wet he was making you. 

He wasn’t expecting to enjoy your inexperience as much as he did, you were confident but honest when you told him and he couldn’t help but feel a little (a lot) pride at knowing he was your first. 

‘I want you to cum for me, precious, and then when you do. I’m going to lick you clean and make you cum again.’ 

Seonghwa lived up to his expectations and your mouth let out a silent cry during the second orgasm as two of his fingers scissored you and he gently nibbled your clit. 

‘Mommy, want you…want you inside, want to feel your cock in me’ You cried out in a whiny plea, arching your back and shuffling your hips so you were more enticing for Seonghwa’s gaze. 

Seonghwa didn’t respond but quickly stood up and removed his pants and briefs in a haphazard manner, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. 

You straightened your body out as Seonghwa moved to hover over you, the smell of you lingering in the air and making his head dizzy. 

‘Do you want me too…’ Your words trailed off as you glanced down at Seonghwa’s hard and leaking cock, all red and pink and leaking with pre-cum. 

‘No, it’s alright. I need to last’ 

And he fucking hoped he could with how much need he had for you in this present moment. 

You held onto Seonghwa’s arms as he helped you hitch your legs around his waist, you knew he was going to hit deep from this position but you wanted this so much that you didn’t care about the pain. 

‘Mommy can’t hold back today precious, I don’t know if I can control myself’. 

‘I don’t want you too’ 

You responded before leaning in to kiss him feverishly, your tongue tracing the outline of his plush lips and causing him to groan even more. 

Seonghwa gave you a quick nod before he slid his shaft in-between your folds, coating himself in your slick and the feeling of it caused your lashes to flutter. 

‘You look so beautiful underneath me, such a pretty girl for Mommy’. 

The resistance was tight as he entered you and the pressure was causing you to hiss and clench your teeth at how uncomfortable it felt at first, your eyes tearing up and your fingertips leaving dents on Seonghwa’s arms. 

‘You’re doing well, I’m almost all the way in’ 

He reassured you as his hands were cradling your face and hair, almost forcing you to stare directly at him so he could watch as his cock was the first to ever be inside of you. 

‘Mommy…it hurts’ Your bottom lip was quivering and you could feel a tear run down the side of your face. 

Seonghwa pressed a kiss to your forehead as he bottomed out completely, his thumbs stroking your cheekbone and his words were soft and gentle. 

‘I’m sorry precious, it’ll feel better soon, I know it will’.

He stilled inside of you and he didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity in his mind, he could feel himself tremble above you as your cunt clenched around him, the warmth and tightness of you causing his brain to short-circuit. 

‘I need to move to make it feel better, it’ll hurt worse if I stay like this’

You trusted Seonghwa with your body and shaky exhales left you as you panted ‘Okay’ and tightened your grip even more on him. 

The two of you groaned loudly as Seonghwa rocked his hips forward before slowly pulling out, his neck tilted back and his eyes closed as he felt you suck him back inside of you. 

‘You’re doing so well, Mommy is so proud of you’ He kissed you again before burying his face into your neck, feeling the urge to lick the slope of your neck and taste your sheen on his tongue. 

His thrust in a particular spot caused you to cry out suddenly at the sudden pleasure and it was with that cry that Seonghwa absolutely lost it. 

‘That’s it precious, I know it’s getting better now isn’t it? I’m going to make you feel so good, let Mommy take care of you’. 

Seonghwa didn’t know or cared if the filth he groaned into your ear was even comprehensible, all he knew was that months of repressed need and desire had come to the surface and he didn’t want to stop. 

‘My precious, little star’ He huskily breathed out as he grabbed one of your hands and held onto your wrist, his fingers in your palm. 

‘I’ve wanted this for so long’ His pacing began to speed up and his thrusts had more impact against your hips, feeling your body move as he slammed into you. 

‘You get me so hard precious you don’t even know how bad it would get…hah! Some nights…aww! I’d want to beg for me to touch you, to have you, to show you how good a man can make you feel, to show you…mmmh! I’m the only man you need’. 

His filth overwhelmed him a bit too much and it was only moments before he finished inside of you with a whine of your name, you could feel his cock twitch and his hips stutter as your free hand was wrapped around his middle. 

The room was silent except for loud panting and breathing as Seonghwa’s weight on top of yours grew to be comforting and you closed your eyes as you relished his touch. 

‘You didn’t cum did you?’ 

‘No, but it’s okay’ 

Seonghwa moved his hand down and you felt his fingers against your clit and your body shook as you shuffled your hips away from his fingers. 

‘Please don’t, I don’t need it, I’m fine…I swear’. 

He sighed out an ‘Okay’ before kissing you, this time it was soft, gentle and filled with love and care, using it as a distraction as he pulled his cock out from inside of you. 

The night ended with a hot shower to clean both of you off, both of you surprised that you did in fact bleed and he cleaned between your legs without any judgement at all. 

‘Can we try again soon?’ You teased as you nuzzled into his chest as he hugged you in his bed, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. 

‘Oh, trust me. We will, I owe you an orgasm, remember?’

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[halotopicecream]

Thank you!

Okay, it's another Seonghwa request please because I adore the man.

Dom!Seonghwa+ sub!reader+ love-making+ praise+ possessiveness+ reader is wearing nothing but a pearl necklace.

Seonghwa just seems like the type of man to love his partner wearing a pearl necklace during intimate moments.

Yk… I’ve never thought abt that until now… but I actually see it—

-𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐭: Park Seonghwa x afab!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: pwnp (porn with no plot), mc has female genitalia and boobs but no gender is specified, Seonghwa is soft but possessive but softly,

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐪: I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted☹️ if it’s not what you were hoping for you can just message me and I’ll re-write it for you. This is probably the softest thing I will ever write and I’m in love with it

Nsfw warnings under the cut

𝐍𝐟𝐬𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, praise, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, very soft sex, fingering, underwear ripping (idk the technical name), soft dirty talk I think, creampie, tummy bulge

Seonghwa never understood why seeing you wear that silly little pearl necklace made him feel the way it did, but it did. He felt a strange sense of pride seeing you wear it, knowing it was the first gift he ever bought you when you first started dating a year ago.

And the fact that you still had it, and wore it, made his heart jump and his chest swell with pride.

He could stop himself when he pushed you down against the bed, sealing your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss that left you both breathless.

He needed to taste you, to feel you close and remind himself and everyone around that you’re his. And the pearls around your neck did it some justice.

“Wanna strip for me love?” He whispered, peppering the hottest kisses down your neck until he reached your sweet spot, licking and sucking on the sweet skin while you writhed under his hot touch.

You shakily reached up to pull your t-shirt over your head, Seonghwa back away so you could easily pull it off and toss it somewhere in the room. Next we’re your pants, and Seonghwa helped you take those off too. He admired admired the dark spot on the center of your panties, grabbing your waist band and tugging them up to make the touch fabric push against your clit.

“My baby’s all soaked for me, even if I haven’t touched them yet.” He cooed, leaning down to let his demonic tongue run over your clothed center. Your underwear was squeezed right over your clit thanks to how he was pulling them up, and he let his tongue flick over the pleasure button before moving to press kissed against your inner thighs.

“I’m gonna make you feel so so good sweetheart, leave you so stupid for me everyone will know you’re mine.” He waisted no time ripping your panties off of you. The now torn fabric was thrown off to the side and you were left with wide eyes and a hung open jaw, eyes shifting from the now ripped underwear to your boyfriends eyes.

“Hwa! My underwear…”

“I’ll get you new ones baby, don’t worry. I always spoil you anyways don’t I? I’ll get you a new pair and a few extra ones just to make you happy, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, coating his fingers in your juices before pushing two of his infers inside.

You let out a soft whimper, digging your blunt nails into the soft skin of his shoulders while he worked you open. “You’re always so pretty for me love, no matter what I’m doing to you. Always take it so good huh? My perfect baby.” His pace was slow and calculated, scissoring his fingers in and out of you.

“A-anything for you Seonghwa. I love you so much.” You sighed, melting into the bedsheets and letting him take care of you. Seeing you like this; pliant, patient, needy, and so so relaxed was one of Seonghwa favorite things. Yes, he loved making a complete mess of you; indulging in the kinkiest things you were both into until both of you couldn’t cum anymore. But moments like these where you were just melting into each other, taking in the other and really feeling, we’re times he wouldn’t trade for anything.

You let out a soft moan against his lips, arching your back as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. “Hwa, please I’m ready. Wanna feel you in me.” He loved how you begged. “Yeah? You sure baby?” His fingers kept the same languid pace, groaning when you clenching around his fingers.

“Yes, ‘m good. Please, make love to me.” God that sentence does so much more to him than he thinks it should. It’s so intimate, more intimate than tying you up like his little rope bunny and playing with you until your crying. This was you truly giving into him, wanting him and everything he had to offer. You wanted him to love you, not fuck you. To make you feel like the most special person in the world.

He always made you feel that way: special. But making you feel special and ducking you through four orgasms and making you feel special by whispering hoe much you mean to him while he gently rocking his hips into yours were two different things.

You loved both things, but they were oh so different in the best ways.

Seonghwa loved when you told him to make love to you. He got to take care of you, feel you as your heartbeats bear in sync with each other while you felt good together. You were all his. His to love and cherish and hold.

“Anything for you my love.” He snatched his shirt over his head, wanting no layer of clothing delegating him from feeling you against him in all of your wonderful glory. His boxers— which were the only bottoms he’d been wearing— were thrown somewhere into the room.

He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against your hole for lubricant before pushing into you slowly. You shared a moan of complete pleasure, and Seonghwa lowered his body to have his chest pressed against yours, feeling your beating hearts sync up in utmost completion.

The ripples of your walls ran against his cock, sending him through several stages of euphoria. He bottomed out, sitting still to let you adjust to the stretch he always gave you. You lied there in each other arms for a moments, just enjoying and taking in the other before you gave him the go ahead to move.

Seonghwa buried his face into your neck, his lips right next to your ear so you could hear his pants and breathy moans. Each thrust of his hips was slow and calculated, basking in the tight warmth of your hole and letting you feel the stretch until he reached your stomach.

“So fucking good baby. Love having you like this, all mine to life and care for.” Maybe he had a bit of a possessive streak, but he really couldn’t help it. He pressed a kiss to the pearls lying around the base of your neck before kissing the skin under it, continuing his sensual pace.

Your moans and whimpers fed into his pleasure, his body hearing up against yours and he wanted nothing more than to make you his forever, to have evidence that you were forever and always his.

“Hwa… ‘m so full, can feel you all the way in my stomach.” You always found a way to find something new that got him going. He loved away from your neck to look down at your stomach, seeing the imprint of his cock moving in and out of you.

He almost came immediately at the sight of it, and it only pushed him to hit deeper and deeper inside of you. His cock was pushing into your stomach so feel that it as visible, no one else’s and no one would ever do it. Only him, and him alone.

You were his and he was yours, and as you promised: always and forever.

His hips picked up in speed, but only a little. He wanted to drag this out, to be inside of you for as long as he could manage. You wanted the same. The feeling of him being close and inside of you was the biggest comfort you were ever brought. So reaching your high wasn’t even on either of your minds; just the enjoyment of being close and feeling good together.

“God, fuck I can’t believe how tight you are for me. You make me feel so so good sweetheart, love being like this with you; close and giving you all of my love.”

“‘M getting close Hwa. Feels so good…” your voice was so sweet and soft. It make Seonghwa’s heart melt and his cock throb. “Me to baby, just a little bit long yeah? ‘M almost there.” And it was the truth.

His hearts felt so full the entire time, and the soft moans of please you let out and the way your nails would dig into his skin when he hit deeper then before sent his reeling. His thumb moved down to draw calculated circles against your clit, pumping his hips quicker than before so you would reach your highs rogether

The breathy moans and pants Seonghwa was letting out earlier we’re not reaplaced with sharp moans right in your ear, the sounds telling you how good he was feeling. “Fuck! I love you, I love you, I love you— fuck I love you so much!” His hips stuttered.

“Hwa— ‘m gonna cum!” You whimpered, holding onto him tighter as the coil in your stomach squeezed tighter and tighter. Seonghwa nodded, kissing your neck to ground you and himself. “Cum for me baby. Lemme know how good you feel.”

The coil snapped. Your legs shook with vigor and you tightened around Seonghwa’s cock, squeezing him so hard it was almost hard for him to keep moving. “God!” Seonghwa never stopped circling your clit until you are pasted your orgasm.

“I’m almost there baby. Doing so good for me, love you so so much.” His breath caught in his throat and the throbbing his of cock grew more and more. You held onto him for dear life, a second orgasm approaching without you even realizing.

“Inside me baby. Cum inside, fill me up please.” Your voice was high pitched and whiny, the request being the last thing before he was pushed over the edge, and you fell with him.

Your highs hit at the same time, Seonghwa pushing as deep inside of you as he could manage. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, broken moans spilling into your ears while you felt your whole body convulsing and shaking with the feeling of his chest shooting inside of you and coating your walls.

He thrusted his hips one, two, three more times before coming to a complete stop. The room was hot and musky with the smell of sex, both of your sweaty bodies tangled together as you enjoyed your post orgasm highs together.

Seonghwa rubbed your sides and you ran your fingers up and down his spin. “I love you so much baby.” He said, kissing behind your ear while you remained plugged up with his cum by his soft cock.

You giggled, kissing his forehead in return. “And I love you too Seonghwa. Always and forever.”

“Until the end of time, my love.”

©HaloTopIceCream 2022

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[iridescentxstars]

demon!seonghwa x fem!reader || blood play + possession — @drunk-on-hwa || additional: Hope you have a lovely day!💖💖 (same to you sweetie!!) || wc: 620~

— mentions of blood, always read the terms and conditions people, thigh riding

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

The demon looks at you with his black-tinted eyes, his long tongue darting out to lick his plush lips before he grins. "We had a deal, sugar," he says, reaching for your hand and lifting it so that you could see the still bleeding cut on your palm. "Your soul for my help, your soul which resides within your body is now mine. You are now mine. You signed along the dotted line knowing that this would happen." He lifts your hand up to his lips and licks the wound, humming softly.

A tingling sensation rushes through you from the wound, it slightly burns as it makes its way through your body and rests within your core. Sitting there. Burning you up inside.

"When I want you, you'll tingle, you'll be overcome with need and desire that you won't be able to think about anything but me." Seonghwa is rather pleased with his new toy, a pretty soul being offered all because you couldn't bear the thought of losing your best friend. He always knew humans were weak but you made it very clear that they are stupid.

"C-can you make it stop?" You ask, Seonghwa's playing with the blood that's smeared on your palm while your core aches to be touched and you hate how good it feels. You knew that making a deal with a demon wouldn't be good for you but how could you let your best friend die when you could have done something about it? Now, however, you are tied to a demon who is very happy to have you follow through with your end of the deal.

You read the contract carefully. You had accepted that he would own your soul, that you were to feed him whenever he needed it and sate his hunger. You were fine with that because it seemed easy enough to do but...

"You didn't read the fine print, did you?" Seonghwa heard the thoughts going through your head as you thought about what was happening. "Come, sit on my lap and I'll read it to you." He conjures up a chair and sits down, patting his lap and looking at you expectedly. It takes you a while to sit, shyly doing so because being so close to him made you blush.

The demon read through the contract with you carefully, not really caring about it now because you've already signed it. He did warn you but you chose to rush so now he's taking the time to do so while you try not to get too distracted. "Do you understand now, sugar?" He asks, hands resting on your waist and guiding your movements.

You didn't know when you had started but you had been riding his thigh for a while now.

"I won't take more than I need, I don't want to break my new toy too fast." He chuckles and you moan, nodding your head as you think about how maybe having a demon around wouldn't be too bad. "Can you deal with that?"

Your hand is brought up to his lips, the crimson staining his tongue as he licks and sucks on the wound while you whimper, nodding. "Yes." You say as you accept what you've gotten yourself into. "Make it stop, please." You feel like you're about to explode and Seonghwa chuckles, settling in his chair as he spreads his legs and gives you more room.

"You better cum then," you can't see his face but you can hear the grin in his voice. "It's the only way to make it stop~ You have to cum~." He says the words as if it will be that easy but from the way he's guiding you - you know that's not the case.

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[fantastic-bby]

My Supernova

Pairing: Reader x Seonghwa

Word count: 1746

Genre: Superhero/Supervillain AU | Romance | Angst | Bittersweet-ish | Enemies to Lovers kinda thing

Summary: Who would've thought that you, the brightest burning star, would have found your own Moon?

Warnings: Blood | Death

A/n: Hello little creatures!! I have been very inactive as of late, but I finally had free time and the inspiration to write! So, here it is! I shall now return to my uni cave. Oh btw this isn't proof-read lol I wrote it at 1am so good luck.

Masterlist

“How was I so lucky to have the stars align?” 

Your heart jumps at his words, but you wonder the same sometimes. How did you, one of the most powerful superheroes, and the brightest burning star, have someone who became your Moon? 

When you had first met him, you both had only known conflict. A being of void sought out to destroy humanity after the injustice brought upon him and a being of pure light whose main purpose was to protect those on your planet. 

It wasn’t a beautiful chapter to start with. 

But within conflict came playful remarks, harmless flirting—which never came as a surprise to you as villains were quick with their words when being faced with you. 

Because you were indestructible. 

A ticking time bomb: Is one way you’d describe yourself. 

Your very core was a star which was ageing ten times quicker than that of a normal star and you were running out of time. At first, the speed at which you were ageing hadn’t exactly bothered you; with the powers that came with it. You had seen it as an upgrade of sorts. 

Until you had fallen in love with your own Moon. 

Only then did you realise how cruel time truly was.  

Seonghwa had been born into his powers as did you. The only difference was that he was nurtured in darkness, brought up to hide in shadows and manipulate the very dark of night. His powers were dangerous; even to you. 

While you could call upon rays of Sun to burn whatever was threatening you, Seonghwa could call upon darkness to shroud those who were in his path. 

You were complete opposites. 

Yet you truly burned the brightest when you were around him. 

There was something about him that seemed to make your core burn stronger and more powerful than if you were working alone. 

And it worked both ways. 

As though your light was reflecting off of him to make his powers stronger as well. 

“Watch this,” Seonghwa hummed confidently as he stood up, hand raised towards the sky. You watched intently, eyes widening and lips parting in awe when you realised what he was doing. 

The Moon was moving at his command. Ever so slowly, he moved it around the sky as the waves around you moved in unison with the luminescent orb in the dark sky. The stars seemed to move with it and you realised in that moment that Seonghwa, should he become more powerful, could move galaxies. 

“I realised that I could only do it whenever you were around,” he claimed and sat back down, allowing the night to return to its normal course. “You make my powers stronger, my star.” 

“What about everything that relies on the movement of the Moon? Aren’t they all… fucked up now?” 

You looked at him wearily, unsure eyes at the very thought of the ocean’s current at his show. 

But Seonghwa only laughed.

“As long as it doesn’t do anything major, I’m not exactly bothered by it.” 

It only relieved you slightly. You were still wondering of the ocean life and how they would respond to the Moon suddenly moving around in the sky at the will of the being sitting beside you. But you allowed yourself to put the thought to rest when Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you to pull you to the ground, basking in your presence as his legs tangled with yours. 

He had actually considered becoming good for you. With the stars to speckle in his darkness, Seonghwa could finally see hope. You were the one fighting for justice within your home, you were the one who proved to be different from the actual system, you were actually doing something. 

And Seonghwa realised that that was all he ever needed. All he needed was hope that something—or someone—was trying to bring that sense of hope to everyone else. 

“What would you do if your star burned out?” Seonghwa asked. He sat beside you on the very rooftop that you had first become friends, legs dangling at the edge with your head resting against his shoulder. 

“When it burns out, I’ll just… die,”  you shrugged. “I mean, if I really wanted to, I could actually cause an explosion. But, that would destroy the entire galaxy with how powerful my core is.” 

“That sounds like a fucking supernova,” he chuckled.

“Right now, the only reason I’d ever cause one would be to save you. I believe that when we both die, we’ll actually become part of the Moon and the Sun with our own little planets and structures to orbit us.” 

“How cute coming from a person who could literally blow themselves up,” Seonghwa deadpanned. 

You laughed in response, looking up to peck his cheek gently. 

“I doubt I’d ever have to use it. We’re both strong enough to take on anything together,” you hummed.

Your time with Seonghwa was limited from the very start. Your core had been burning for far too long in something as fragile as your body. And as much as you wished that you had possessed the ageing of a star, your body couldn’t exactly keep up with the sheer force you had within yourself. 

“I’m scared,” you muttered as you stood outside of his apartment, arms wrapped around yourself as you cried. “M-My core… I think i-it's dying.” 

Seonghwa stared at you, stunned. Letting you into his apartment, he could only watch as you shakily unzipped your hoodie to reveal the crackling light from within your chest. The tips of your fingers were glowing yellow and blue as you did, veins illuminated from the unstable star. 

“H-Hwa , I think I-I’m dying,” you cried. 

You could feel your body burning from the inside out as you choked out sobs, body shrinking away from Seongwa as he reached out to you. 

“I don’t care if I get burned, my nova,” he quickly reassured you and took your hands in his. He ignored the heat that was wafting onto him with the only goal in his mind having been to calm you down. 

Seonghwa knew that your core was affected by your emotions and that the more distraught you became, the more unstable the star became. 

“I’ve got you,”  he hushed as he pulled you closer to him.  “Do you want to lay down? You can spend the night here.” 

After having consoled you, the reality of it all hit Seonghwa as he stood on his balcony. He stared at the sky while you were sleeping soundly in his bed, wondering just how much time he had left with you. The both of you were aware of how unstable your star was becoming, but Seonghwa had been hoping for the best. Maybe it was unstable because you were stressed, he thought to himself. 

There’s no need to panic. In truth, all he could do now, really, was spend as much time with you as possible before your core really did burn out. 

But your duties didn’t exactly make it easy for the both of you. 

As much as it was your purpose to protect your people, protecting Seonghwa always came first. And when you were both caught in your affairs, every other villain seemed jealous of your Moon’s ability to win your heart. 

Which meant that while you were already a target for the villains, Seonghwa had become one as well. He was easily one of the strongest super beings to exist on your planet, yet, he had joined you. 

And that made many of the villains angry. 

“Stop!” Your cry falls on deaf ears, arms struggling against the restraints as you could only watch them throw attack after attack against your lover. The only abilities that you can use were too explosive to get Seonghwa out safely, which left you with barely any options. 

Especially with the Moon high in the sky. 

You watch, helplessly, as Seonghwa rolls onto his back with blood spitting from his mouth and body twitching from pain. 

This wasn’t what either of you wanted. Even with his power heightened at night, Seonghwa couldn’t have seen them coming. He’s too far away to even protect you if he were to use any of his powers because they would only kill you if he tried. 

But you had one option left. 

With the villains slowly moving away from him and towards you, Seonghwa turns his head to face you, the light in his eyes dimming by the second. His lips move slowly and you feel your entire being burning against your will,  watching as he utters his final words to you. 

Your star ignites, moving frantically from within you. You can feel the energy of the star rushing through your veins and your skin starting to burn. 

You feel rage starting to take over your devastation when you’re able to make out what he’s trying to say and you let out a choked sob.

Your own Moon. How could they? 

You ignore the way the heat from within your chest feels as though lava is replacing each and every one of your organs as you allow your star to fully become unstable. 

How could they have even thought of taking your Moon away from you? Your beloved Seonghwa?

He watches from the ground, knowing what’s about to happen, but he can’t even stop you from destroying your entire home. 

You had already made up your mind that your world was no longer your home planet. 

No. 

Seonghwa had become your world the night he stood on the rooftop with nothing but a single rose, asking you to give him a chance. 

And as your memories play, sobbing through the pain of seeing Seonghwa only being able to watch as you self-destruct, you let out a scream as you feel your core ignite. 

The light becomes blinding, the temperature rising to levels of boiling, as he closes his eyes and lets himself die to you. 

Seonghwa’s done enough, he thinks. He’s satisfied with this life and he thinks he’s lucky enough to have been able to love you within the short time that you two had together. You were burning out, either way, which meant that he probably wouldn’t have had the luxury to love you for longer. Which is why he tried so hard to make sure that you saw him. 

You had one option and it was Seonghwa giving you permission to use it:

I love you,

My supernova. 

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[parkjiminiemouse]

9:10pm

Part two to Seonghwa’s “The little things” drabble which can be found within the master list

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The look in his eyes made you sick. How dare he look at you with those sultry eyes. Blood covered his hands as you both absentmindedly listened to your boss scold you two. You both didn’t really care though, you knew your boss wouldn’t inflict further punishment on either of you. Listening to him berate you both was useless.

“Y/N.” He says later that night, hands ghosting your waist as you simply throw him a look over your shoulder.

“Hm?” Was the only thing that escaped your lips as you packed your things. Your job here was done and now you’d move on to the next one. Seonghwa was supposed to be doing the same but it was no surprise to you both that he was not. How could he when he was in your presence?

His eyes don’t miss the knife you slip into your bag and he smiles to himself a little. The knife he had given you before your first mission together. Damn, he really loved you didn’t he?

Soft kisses were pressed against your neck, his hands gripping onto your waist tighter than before. You found it amusing. How tight his grip was on you. As if you would push him away. “You can’t be doing this Hwa. We both know I leave tomorrow morning.” You say, voice barely above a whisper as he nips at your neck.

“To Busan right?” He scoffs at the thought, “We worked together so well last time. Now he wants us apart again?” You chuckled at the question. “I’m pretty sure the boss is tired of cleaning our messes, my love.” There it was, the nickname you used for him and only him. He could’ve sworn he fell in love with you even more right then and there.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You mumble, now twirling the knife you both cherished between your fingers. Seonghwa only smirks at you, a smirk that makes you want to slap it off of him. You now remembered another reason your boss didn’t want you two together. As much as you loved the man, you were both competitive. You both ended up taking it too far.

“Sorry darling~,” he says teasingly which only makes you scoff. How annoying he was, taking the joy out of your job. “Now I remember why we aren’t together anymore.” You say, wiping your knife off. His smirk falters at this statement as his eyes darken.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me back.”

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[sunflowercheol]

Reincarnated Gods

Ateez x Y/N

Word Count: 428

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Fuck,” Hongjoong mumbles under his breath, stretching out his limbs and look at all of the members. 

“How funny that we became friends,” San points out as he sits on the couch. 

“Literally, like what in the actual fuck did we just discover.” You sit next to Seonghwa who seems to be in shock. 

“Reincarnation led to this? Are you serious?” Wooyoung asks frustratedly. 

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks confused, sitting next to him. 

“I mean, we were Gods, and now we live in this shitty world?” Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair and sits on a barstool in the kitchen. 

“Does that mean that we can refer to ourselves as Gods now?” Yunho asks innocently, stepping away from the coffee table. 

“What? You want us to call you Apollo now?” Yeosang retorts. 

“It would be kind of funny though. We can confuse a lot of people like that,” Jongho replies, playing with the strings of his hoodie. 

“Fuck off, Hephaistos,” Yeosang mocks. 

“Does that mean that I have to change your contact names in my phone now?” you wonder out loud. All 8 pairs of eyes turn to you. “What?”

“Seriously, fuck off,” Yeosang mutters. 

“Calm down, Hermes,” you tease Yeosang. 

“I’m so going to have so much fun with this,” you giggle leaning into the still lost in thought Seonghwa—or should you say Mars now. “Better get used to your Godly names now.”

“So now what?” Hongjoong starts. “You’re just going to start calling us by our God names and not by our ‘real names’?”

“Hell yeah, Zeus,” you respond, laughing at how ridiculous it sounds. “Plus, now that I think about it, your God names really fit you guys.”

“How?” Mingi asks intrigued. 

“Okay so San being Dionysus? Makes sense with the whole wine thing and giving off the fuck boy vibes, you know? No offense,” you look over to San who just shrugs and nods along. 

“Wooyoung being Hades? You seriously want me to explain that one?” you ask gesturing at Wooyoung who rolls his eyes.

“True,” Yeosang nods his head. 

“Seonghwa being Mars? Now that is literally so hilarious,” you laugh, nudging Seonghwa who finally has snapped out of his trance. 

“But why war?” Seonghwa asks quietly. 

“You live with Wooyoung, duh.” You point at Wooyoung who just flips you off. 

“Okay so everyone makes sense, but why am I Poseidon?” Mingi whines as he tries to sits down on the floor but just manages to tumble down instead. 

“That’s why,” Yeosang replies, as everyone laughs at a pouting Mingi.

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[nateezfics]

I don’t know if it would reach you but I’ll give it a try

ATEEZ reaction to Make-Up Sex after their S/O distancing themselves after a fight

MAKE UP SEX WITH ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, angst (the slightest bit), make up, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — mentions of arguments, smut, unprotected sex, make up sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby), intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

SUMMARY — make up sex with ateez after an argument.

HONGJOONG

“c’mon, baby. need to hear you. please.”

his thrusts increased in speed, fucking into you at a rhythm just as messy as his thoughts. your moans poured out of you, your hands clutching at his back until he groaned at the way your nails pierced his skin. he soaked up every last one of your cries, reveled in the way you clung to him like a lifeline. god, he’d missed your voice, missed you. he hated arguing, even more so when he knew he was in the wrong. your silence was the worst part of it all; he wasn’t able to stand it not even a day before he was clambering back to you.

hongjoong’s hips pistoned into you with a purpose to pull every last sound from you until you were falling apart underneath him. you cried into the nape of his neck, your hold on his back never letting up. “hongjoong, hongjoong, hongjoong…”

his name on your tongue was enough to undo him. he held you close to him quickly after, kissing all over your face and showering you with proclamations of love and apologies.

SEONGHWA

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

seonghwa was urgent, desperate to make you fall apart. his thrusts were hurried and they were deep, cockhead kissing against that sweet spot inside you repeatedly. he buried his face in your neck, kissing your warm skin. his hand searched over the sheets for yours until he found it. his fingers locked with yours and he gave you a loving squeeze. it was little actions like this that reminded you of how much he adored you. and you reveled in the little acts of love, thankful to have a boyfriend that cared enough for you to show his love for you after arguments.

“seonghwa,” you breathed between moans. “i love you.”

seonghwa smiled. you forgave him. “i love you, too.”

YUNHO

“i love you. so damn much. gonna make you feel better, baby.”

yunho’s breath was hot against your ear. his lips rested just at your temple as you sat across his lap, your arms around his shoulders while one of his hands touched you between your thighs. two long fingers stuffed your leaky hole, making you mewl into his neck. he felt your hold on him grow tighter, and he smiled. he kissed your temple. he scissored you open, preparing you for his cock later, fucking your pussy with his fingers until he felt your slick begin to drip down his hand.

“l-love you,” you whispered, though it was almost too much to manage as his fingers brought you closer to an orgasm. “i feel s’good, yunho.”

and yunho kept making you feel good, eventually breaking you apart on his cock and fucking you until your argument was long forgotten.

YEOSANG

“please, wanna know how good i’m making you feel. wanna make it up to you.”

yeosang’s hands were placed on either side of your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock. he watched you, witnessing the view of you above him, your head rolled back and mouth agape. you looked divine like this, and all he wanted to do was make you feel this good forever.

your hands found stability on his thighs as you began to lose yourself to the pleasure. “i feel good, yeo. fuck, so good.”

yeosang urged you to an orgasm, cursing under his breath as he watched you fall apart from above. you clamped around him like a vice and his cock throbbed with need to release, but he withheld his own end. he flipped you over until you were flat against the mattress, taking his spot above you. he didn’t waste any time before sliding back into you with a languid thrust.

“give me one more, please. don’t wanna stop until i’m sure i’ve earned your forgiveness.”

SAN

“don’t wanna fight ever again. just wanna be with you like this. god i’m so sorry, baby.”

san hugged you tightly, keeping your frame firm against his. your back was against his chest, his hands fondling your breasts, and his mouth at your ear. his cock drove into you so deep and slow it made your brain short circuit, turning to mush in your skull. he fucked you with practiced precision, it was like he was trying to use his body to tell you how sorry he was. one of his hands left your chest to grip the bend of your knee and pull your leg up to offer him a better angle.

with each thrust, the memory of the argument began to vanish. all you were able to think about was him and the rapidly approaching orgasm. “i forgive you, san, just make me cum. please, please, please!”

“oh baby,” san cooed with a kiss to your ear. “don’t you worry. i’m gonna make you cum. gonna make you fall apart, and then do it all over again. gotta make up for all the lost time, yeah?”

MINGI

“sorry, sorry, sorry. let me kiss it better. please, baby.”

mingi’s large hands gripped at your thighs firmly but tenderly. he had you splayed open before him as he feasted on your essence, pouring every ounce of himself into your pleasure. his pointy nose bumped your clit just as his tongue passed between your folds and your back arched prettily off the mattress. he needed to make you feel good to make up for the fight, to use his tongue to show you how truly sorry he was.

“mingi, ‘m gonna cum…” you sounded so sweet, and fuck, you tasted even sweeter. he pressed his face further into your cunt.

“gonna make you cum as much as you want to, baby.”

WOOYOUNG

“wanna make you cry from pleasure, not from pain. fuck, i’m sorry baby.”

wooyoung’s thumb wiped a fallen tear away, palm warm against your cheek. he gazed down at you just as he pushed himself in again. your lips trembled and brows furrowed; you looked so beautiful when you cried from how good he was making you feel. it was a much better sight than seeing you cry after arguing with him, and much better than hearing your sniffles from the locked bedroom. he caressed your cheek with his thumb while his hips quickened in tempo, cooing at you sweetly as you began to whimper.

“wooyoung, please.” your plea was soft, broken. he soothed you with kisses against your forehead. he kept the same pace, hips gliding back and forth until you were coming undone underneath him.

he was there to console you, to guide you through your high with tender touches and words.

JONGHO

“i love you. please, need to hear you say you still love me, too.”

jongho wasn’t able to keep his hands off you. he caressed your frame, attentive to every dip and curve, as his cock slid in and out of you. you were breathless under him, mouth opening and closing like you were attempting to speak. “please, baby.”

you swallowed a moan. you gripped his wrists at either side of your face, holding onto them like a lifeline as you tried to gather your thoughts. “i lo—” a moan, “love you, jongho. s’much.” and no argument could ever change that.

jongho dipped his head down until his forehead was against yours. his eyes found yours, and he adored the way yours were glazed over from the pleasure. he smiled lovingly, and the sight made your insides flutter. “you’re amazing.” jongho followed up his words with an increase in tempo, fucking you deep until you fell apart under the weight of pleasure and love.

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[sxcret-garden]

Ateez Reaction ღ Asking them to teach you how to fuck [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader (some parts can be read with a gn!reader though) ღ genre: smut reaction (best friend!Ateez x inexperienced reader), (implied) friends to fwb/friends to lovers in one part ღ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

Author’s note: This is definitely not what I had planned to write today but oh well :’) I hope you guys enjoy~

Hongjoong:

when one day you somewhat shyly ask him if he would teach you how to please a guy he’s definitely surprised

but it’s also not like he sees a problem with friends hooking up? i mean - y’all know each other well and trust each other, so having sex shouldn’t be an issue

teaches you everything you wanted to know and then some more, until suddenly you can barely even remember that other guy who made you feel like you needed to practice so much anymore

he’ll be gentle with you, seeing how you don’t have much experience yet, and somehow he’ll end up pleasuring you first to help you relax

only when you’re about to cum on his fingers does he stop for a second to consider whether it’s really okay to go this far with you

but you’re enjoying yourself, and now you’re whining for him to keep going, so that’s what he does

makes you cum and then lets you rest for a bit, before he starts guiding your hands down his body

praises you for everything you do and gently nudges you in the right direction, until you have him cumming into your fist - but he won’t stop there

there’s just something insanely hot to him about having full control over what you do to him as he gives you instructions, and this is definitely also awakening some kind of corruption kink deep inside him

eventually you end up on top of him as he guides you down his cock and into a steady rhythm, having you ride him

and of course this becomes a regular thing between the two of you, both keeping up the pretense that you’re still just “practicing”, when really there’s a carnal need growing inside both of you that makes you always come back to each other for more

Seonghwa:

the first time you bring it up to him that you’ve been wondering if he could help you practice having sex he feels conflicted to say the least

of course he wants to help you!! but this is about having sex with one of his best friends, and he doesn’t know if he wants to cross that line with you

but at the same time it’s also apparent that your question is affecting him when you can see his ears turn red, and eventually he has to get out of there for a second to get himself a glass of water sakdfjlks

“So is that a yes?” you ask him when he comes back, and he almost spits the water back out aksdljfkjsd

“I-I’ll have to think about it, Y/N…” he somehow manages to stutter, before he forcibly changes topic

he needs a few days to calm down about this, but once some time has passed he figures it’s probably not a big issue if he helped you out a bit, right?

you agree one a few rules like no kissing, no actual intercourse, but he’s willing to let you touch him otherwise

and so you decide to start slow, with a simple handjob, and he actually finds himself enjoying the way he can tell you what to do, gently push you in the right direction, plus the sight of having your hands wrapped around his cock just does something very sinful to him - so it’s no surprise that you don’t have any trouble making him cum

but now he feels the need to pay you back, and so you let him finger you, and his skillful touches throw you over the edge in no time

you do this a few times, until eventually you find yourselves growing more needy, and you end up sucking him off while he eats you out, quietly turning it into a game of who can make the other cum faster in your mind

needless to say, now that you started casually hooking up you won’t be stopping anytime soon

Yunho:

he is SOSO flustered when you first ask him about whether he could teach you a bit about sex the first time and immediately says no aksjdklfsk

“Y/N, we’re just friends… shouldn’t you do that with an actual boyfriend?”

but you insist, admitting that you feel embarrassed about how inexperienced you are, and of course this guy reassures you that you’re fine the way you are, and once the right guy comes along he will surely be understanding with you

and as much as you want to believe his words, your insecurities prevail, until eventually you find an agreement that you can at least come ask him about stuff if you feel unsure about something so he could give you a verbal explanation

and you take him up on that offer pretty soon, simply because you’re curious kasjflkasdj

so when one day you ask him out of the blue whether guys prefer getting handjobs or blowjobs he’s a blushing mess first of all

“W-well, it depends on the guy…?” - so you ask him what he prefers and now he’s visibly uncomfortable

but he figures you’re just curious, so he tells you about how both is nice, it really depends on his mood, but he probably prefers a simply handjob most of the time

he loosens up a bit eventually, and as you continue talking about the topic and you ask him all kinds of questions, neither of you can deny that it’s affecting you

except nothing really happens afterwards, because you know he wouldn’t want to overstep that boundary

it’s only until a little later, when you’re both drunk at a party and he suddenly pulls you aside to tell you that he hasn’t been able to think about anything but what it would be like to have sex with you

and well, you pressing your body up against his does nothing to deflate that situation, and so you disappear in the nearest room where it’s just the two of you, and in no time clothes are flying off and your hands are all over each other

but despite the desperation that the both of you are feeling, he’s still careful with you, taking the lead as you spend the rest of the night fucking in that room

Yeosang:

he has no idea how to react when you ask him to teach you how to fuck, so it’s just awkward silence for a few moments

until he offers to treat you to a few hours with a sex worker instead ksajdflkjs

and well, that’s not exactly what you had in mind, because the point of you asking him was that he’s someone who’s known you for a long time and who knows you well

“Ahhh, I see… then sorry that I can’t be who you want me to be, but no.” (why does he have to say it so dramatically fksdjkfas)

you’re of course a bit disappointed, but it’s not like you don’t understand him - not everyone would want to cross that line with a friend - so you leave it at that for now

until one evening you’re together at your place, and you can tell something’s off about him - he seems fidgety and like he’s anxious about something, so eventually you decide to ask what’s up

and he doesn’t really want to give you an answer at first, but eventually he manages to force out an explanation

“Just… what you said to me a few days ago… I thought about it again… and maybe we can try it after all?” - you two talk a lot so it takes you a while to understand what he’s hinting at, but once you do, you’re immediately by his side

you reach for his hand as you’re sitting side by side, and somehow both your nerves are making it hard to do anything

“S-so… how do we start? Do we kiss?” he asks, and you agree that that might be a good idea, and weirdly enough as soon as your lips meet his and you fall into an unhurried pace, both your anxieties seem to be washed away

you get into his lap, and somehow you both just end up following your instincts, only breaking the kiss to tell each other what feels good, and then eventually in order to moan at the way you dry humping him is about to get the both of you off

you’re taking this very slow, but it becomes a regular thing for you to meet up in order to have sex from then on, both exploring and learning about each other’s body as you go

San:

another one who feels very conflicted the first time you bring it up to him

he doesn’t think mere friends should be doing this kind of thing with each other, but at the same time he can’t say he isn’t tempted

he says no at first, but the days after he just can’t stop thinking about you naked, on top of him, underneath him, you name it

until these thoughts start to haunt him in his dreams too, and he knows he can’t possibly be normal around you anymore if he doesn’t do anything about this

so he decides to help you out after all, under the premise that you won’t have any actual intercourse

instead, he teaches you how he likes to be touched with hands only, and eventually he also lets you suck him off

tells you exactly what to do that would drive any guy insane, gives you advice in between moans and at some point he will start rambling, until his high is coming so close that his train of thought just cuts off

and once he sees the state he put you in after cumming in your mouth - your glazed over eyes, his seed dripping down your lips before you lick it all up and swallow - he just can’t help himself anymore

“Shit, Y/N, let me fuck you, please,” he mutters, desperation in his voice

and as soon as you give him the okay this guy will be all over you, being rougher than you’d have expected him to be, fucking you as he’s led only by his instincts and his need to feel the warmth of your cunt wrapping around him

Mingi:

he’s another one who isn’t opposed to having sex with a good friend

actually, he feels a weird sense of relief when you ask him if you could practice with him, because he feels very comfortable with you and so he knows he too will be able to let go quickly

you start slow anyway, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you - seeing how you don’t have much experience yet - and so he’s even more surprised when you reach for his dick pretty quickly

you ask if what you’re doing is good, and as you’re giving him a few strokes this guy is hard in no time

will put his hand onto yours to guide you into the pace he likes, but very soon he’ll simply leave it up to you, wanting to know exactly what you would do to him if he doesn’t interfere

and soon enough his sanity will start to slip away, and when he starts bucking his hips into your hand the dynamic shifts ever so slightly, because suddenly you don’t seem so inexperienced anymore at all as you dare to tease him about how needy he is

lets you make him cum onto his stomach, before you call it quits for the day, but you’ll be sure to come back for more soon

he’ll let you get him off in all kinds of ways, until eventually you two start experimenting with anything and everything you’re curious about, all under the premise of “practice”

and soon he too will feel the need to return the favour and get you off too, learning all about how your body reacts to his touch, and figuring out together what feels best for you

you’re gonna spend whole weekends at his place just fucking, and in no time you basically know each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand

and it’s more than likely that in the process this guy actually falls in love with you, and even though it’s still a whiiiile until he actually finds the courage to tell you that, he will make damn sure you won’t even think about wandering off to someone else

“You’re mine, Y/N,” - the words will repeatedly slip past his lips as he’s fucking you, and surely enough they do something to you too

Wooyoung:

you two tend to be very touchy to begin with - even though you’re definitely not in love he gives you kisses on the cheeks or your neck all the time, and when you’re having a sleepover you can be sure it will include a good amount of cuddling

so when one day he’s spooning you, focused on drawing random patterns on the skin on your arm, and you tell him that you’ve been thinking whether he would be okay with showing you how to properly please a guy he isn’t put off by the idea at all - though he is a little surprised, both because he was of the impression you had a lot more experience than you do, and because he didn’t think you’d ever consider him the right person to come to with a favour like this (like????? who else would be a better person??????)

and this guy is so gentle and respectful with you - he’ll ask exactly what you want him to show you, what you want him to do, will ask before whatever he does whether you’re okay with it or not,...

you just end up having really sweet sex as you help each other out of your clothes and you both get a little distracted worshipping each other’s body

there will be a lot of giggling as you slowly figure out what the other likes and what not, until you end up flat on your back, with his head between your legs, and suddenly all that light-hearted curiousity turns into a deep passion

he eats you out and makes you cum on his tongue multiple times, eager to please you and to see how many more of those sinful moans and whimpers he can draw out of you

until finally you grab him by the hair and pull him away so he would give you a break to catch your breath and to remind him that he was supposed to teach you how to do this stuff

“You asked me how to please a guy,” he replies. “This is how you please this guy right here.” - at this point he is absolutely pussy drunk, there’s no going back for him

will offer to get you off every single time you have a sleepover from now on (and mysteriously the amount of sleepovers you have is suddenly increasing drastically), but he will also exert some amount of self control beforehand and let you get him off too, before he makes you feel good

Jongho:

the first time you very awkwardly hint at him that you’ve been wondering if he’d be willing to teach you how to fuck he simply laughs

until he realizes you weren’t joking

panics internally as all the times he’s gotten off while thinking of you flash him by and he somehow manages to tell you that you’re just friends and you should really reconsider this!!!

he never actually gives you a proper answer on that day, and neither of you bring it up until like two weeks later

you’re both chilling with your phones in your hands, having made yourselves comfortable on his bed as you often do when you’re at his place, when he suddenly speaks up

“So… do you still want me to… teach you a few things?” he asks, not taking his eyes off his phone, and you can feel the nervousness radiating off of him - but as soon as you say yes that mood instantly gets replaced with confidence

“Then come here.” - he goes slow to figure out what you’re okay with and what not, but when you throw your arms around him once he starts scattering kisses in your neck as he hovers above you, he knows he can’t hold back anymore

gets you off on his fingers first, before he guides your hand to his cock and shows you exactly how he wants you to return the favour

“Wanna go all the way? Cause I’ve been thinking about this…” he admits, and when you say yes he doesn’t spare you any details

tells you about what he wants to do to you, and lets you decide which of his fantasies you want to recreate, until you end up in all kinds of positions, having him fucking one orgasm after the other out of you, until it becomes clear you’re getting tired and you really can’t take any more

you’re both very awkward after this, to the point you act weird around each other even in front of your other friends, who start wondering whether you had a fight

but as things normalize themselves between the two of you, you meet up again at his place

you decided prior to that that what happened several days ago was a one time thing, and you wouldn’t do it again

or so you thought, because as soon as you find yourselves side by side on his bed again, neither of you can deny that the only thing you’re thinking about is continuing where you had left off last time

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ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ. You were trying to get dressed as quietly as you possibly could without waking up your boyfriend but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out where the hell you had tossed your damn pants the night before. Sure they had legs but they couldn’t just get up and walk off.

It had gotten so bad that you started checking in bizarre places like behind hoongjoong’s desktop and the little space between his headboard and wall but they weren’t there either.

Where the hell—

“What are you doing?” You jumped and whipped around to see your boyfriend sitting up on one arm. Not one wink of sleep was in his eyes, making you question how long had he been awake.

“I’m looking for my pants but I can’t find them…” you trailed off in your starting rant, noticing a certain glint in his eye and that’s when it clicked. That’s why he doesn’t look tired. Stalking up to his side of the bed and darting your hand out.

“Give me my pants.” You say with all seriousness.

“And why would I do that when this view is so much better?” Referring to you standing there in your panties. He teasingly bites his lip whilst reaching out to hook his finger in the band of them and pull you closer to him with one tug.

“How about you come lay back down and let me see you some more like this, and just maybe I’ll consider giving them back.”

sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ. He probably wouldn’t have freaked out as much if it had happened at your place, knowing that sometimes yours and his laundry did get mixed up between visits. But because it happened at the dorms where any of the boys could’ve seen it. And just his luck, of course it was wooyoung who saw them.

“Hyung, I think you forgot something.” He turns and finds wooyoung skipping up to him with his hands behind his back. Did he? His laundry soap was sitting on top of his basket so it couldn’t be that. Did he maybe forget to empty the dryer fully? His face then flashes to something horrific at the sight of wooyoung holding your underwear just by the strap.

Never have he moved so fast, snatching the garment out of his hand, not without whipping him upside the head with them after.

“Ow!!”

“These are mine!” He spat stupidly, not thinking what he was saying. He was just trying to get them in the pocket of his sweats before any of the others saw.

“Since when do you wear—”

“You speak nothing of this. Nothing! Or else I’ll tell San it was you the one who spilt coffee on shiber.”

He didn’t even wait for his reaction before stalking off to his room, closing the door shut. Seonghwa let out a big sigh, pushing himself away from it and onto his bed where he then reaches for his phone and pulls up your contact to text you.

To y/n:

Found those panties you were looking for. You caused me quite the trouble. I think you should make it up to me…

ʏᴜɴʜᴏ. “What do you think about this dress, baby?”

Approaching him from behind, yunho puts his phone down to give you his— UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?? He gaped at the so-called dress you spun around in, the end just barely meeting your mid thighs and the material…well let’s just say, he could see your ass.

Out of nowhere, in your little fashion show, he starts laughing and clapping to himself, raising a frown from you.

“What’s so funny?” Folding your arms in offense. And just like that, he stopped, wiping his last fake tear before sliding forward to the edge of the couch with a more heartfelt tone.

“Baby. I can literally see your underwear through that dress.” He points at your rear, which you try and cover with your hands.

“You’re lying.” You scoff, ready to walk your way back to your room to see what he was talking about but his hand was quicker. Swiftly catching you by the thigh, he backs you into him and with the other hand, he grabs the end of your dress and pulls it up over the mound of your ass.

“Yunho!” You exclaimed and reached out in front of you to steady yourself on the coffee table.

“Yeah I can definitely see them now.” He chuckles darkly, sending chills down your spine as he fondled with one asscheek before delivering it with a hard smack.

“Bending over like this, anybody else would’ve seen them too…”

ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ. The only time he ever really saw them was behind closed doors and that being just for a blink before tossing them somewhere on the floor.

So when you casually appear out of nowhere, walking up to him in one of his shirts and just your panties, he quite literally chokes on the water he was drinking and gaped at you as if you had grown two heads.

First of all, you looked stunning as hell in his clothes but seriously, what the fuck?!

“Are you crazy?!” He panics and hurriedly pulls you down into his lap, covering you both with some blanket that happened to be next to him.

“If one of the guys were to come back and saw you, I would never hear the end of it.”

Especially from wooyoung. God—He mainly wouldn’t let something like this go without endlessly teasing him about it for at least a month.

There then was a long moment of silence, the only source of sound came from the show playing in front of you that was long forgotten, that was till yeosang breaks it.

In the quietest of voices, you were still able to hear, “They’re really cute tho.” Despite his face being buried in your shoulder.

sᴀɴ. He’d usually knock before entering your bedroom when he knew you went to change but at the moment wooyoung wasn’t making any sense in his spawn of messages and on top of that, san’s phone was about to die.

‘Charger. Charger. Charger.’ Was the only thing going off in his head, almost making himself run into a wall because he was trying to respond at the same time that it didn’t even register to him that he had barged in on you until you let out a squeak.

“Oh—I’m sorry baby,” he instantly covers his eyes as if he hasn't seen you in your underwear before.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, that’s all.” Breathing out relief. “Good thing you’re here though,” your tone instantly switching to a more bubbly one. “What do you think about these? I got them for a great deal at the mall.”

He then removed his hand and looked as you gave him a little 360 of the new panties you were sporting. Cute and minimum coverage. Just how he liked them.

“So pretty.” His tone being soft while he reaches out to pull you in by the hip to get a better look. His fingers sneakily wander over the material and even more slyly pinches your cheeks, causing you to yelp and smack his chest.

To sum up the story, his phone eventually ended up dying so whatever it was wooyoung needed to say, it was gonna have to wait until he was done with you.

ᴍɪɴɢɪ. You were already long gone by the time he came back with a warm washcloth and a fresh pair of panties to clean you up with. All those times you teased him the following morning for falling asleep immediately, now look at you. He finally had something to get you back with. But for the moment, all he wanted to do is take care of you.

Gently, he spread your legs without waking you so that he could start cleaning you. Once he was done, he then shimmied on your panties, making sure they were comfortable sitting on your hips.

There. He thinks to himself, smiling suddenly at what he picked out. The red and green cherry pattern was in complete contrast to your purple bra that was peeking out over your tank top. So he may have or not picked them up just because they were cute but hey, at least you covered. That was his logic.

He pulls your strap back on your shoulder while also leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead, “I love you.”

ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ “wooyoung, please.” Bucking your jean-clad pussy into his hand, trying to get more friction. If you didn’t need him so badly and knew that you could make yourself feel twice as good, you wouldn’t even be putting up with his teasing. But the hard reality was that you couldn’t. And he knew that just as well.

That’s why getting you all worked up was more pleasurable for him. That if at any point he stopped, you were going to beg him til tears. He knew just how to get what he wanted from his little princess and exactly how to make her behave.

“So wet for me and I haven’t even taken these off.” He giggles in your ear, referring to the dark patch that was dead center of your crotch.

“Let’s see now. Can woo see?” He laughs again at your frantic nodding. His hands then work on the bottom of your jeans, popping it open before shimming them down your legs.

“My, my, my. What do we have here?”

Just as he expected. You had seeped right through your panties, which he couldn't help but notice they were the ones he bought you for Valentine’s Day. You only wore them on special occasions.

“You wore these just for me?” He cooes and grabs the top of them, and pulls them up so that the seat was rubbing right on your clit. You moaned loudly at finally getting some stimulation, basking in it as long as you can.

“We’re gonna leave these on. That alright?”

ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you say yes to spending the night? You never spent the night. Not because you didn’t want to. Hopefully he never thought that for all those times you turned down his offer. It’s just that— spending the night meant sharing the same bed. And while that doesn’t seem too big of a deal, you were still nervous because you only slept in your underwear.

Sleeping was more comfortable that way and solely why you had always been afraid to spend the night. You didn’t want to weird him out with your little habit.

Sensing your hesitation to climb in the bed after him, he frowned as you stared at the empty space beside him in deep thought.

“Hey,” he reached out to touch your hand in a loving manner, drawing your attention from the empty space to meet his eyes.

“If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s okay. I’ll sleep on the floor and you take the bed.”

“No, no! It’s not that. It’s just…” you take a long pause before letting out a defeated sigh. There was no other way to tell him at this point.

“I only like to sleep in my underwear. My legs get too hot if I’m in pants but I didn’t want to weird you out because this is your room and I have no right to do what I want—”

Mid rant, somehow Jongho managed to scoot closer to you without you noticing and pulled you down, shutting you up with a brief kiss.

“It’s okay, doll. You can sleep in your underwear if you want. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

He gives you an reassurancing smile whilst gently squeezing your hand. You return one of the same before letting out another sigh and stepping back to shimmy out of your pants. Blushing instantly at the way he eyed your panties, “pretty,” was all he said as he pulled you down in the bed with him.

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Unexpected Company Part Four | P. Seonghwa

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, angst, mentions of past cheating, mentions of drinking, drunk psh, oral (both receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no), cumming inside

⇒ word count: 8.1k

💖 read part one here, part two here, and part three here

💕 view my masterlist here

🖤 view my Kinktober ‘22 masterlist here

⇒ author’s note: When I first started this series as the first thing I wrote on Tumblr, I honestly didn’t expect to make a full story out of it, so trying to wrap up all the loose ends was so hard. Hence why it has been more than a year between part one and this final part. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed Unexpected Company and waited patiently for this release!

This week has been the week from hell. Besides it starting with Seonghwa seducing you and then sneaking out before you wake, you’ve had to also deal with Wooyoung’s incessant meddling that started the moment he found out about your affair with his roommate. He has been trying relentlessly to convince you to talk to Seonghwa, but you feel it’s very clear that the man in question has absolutely no intention of speaking with you unless it is to get in your pants. You can’t even complain to Wooyoung about the situation and how upset you’ve been, either, since there is a high chance he will willingly share the information with his roommate and make the circumstances even worse. 

After Seonghwa ditched you in the morning five days ago, you spent the day moping and pitying yourself before deciding you are done letting him play you like a fiddle. You officially swore to yourself to stay away from him and all the trouble he brings along, so you’ve made no attempt to contact him.

Seonghwa hasn’t contacted you either since Sunday evening and you hate that it disappoints you so much. You wish you could care as little as you pretend to, but you can’t help secretly hoping he will message you and explain everything. After five days of radio silence, however, you realize that the chance of that happening is slim to none. At this point, you just want to be done with the situation and move on with your life.

After such a shitty week, you are thankful to be spending your Friday evening just melting into your couch and watching some mind-numbing television. Of course, Wooyoung had invited you to party tonight, thinking it would be the perfect thing to get your mind off Seonghwa, but being around all that chaos sounded like the very last thing you wanted. You also know Wooyoung too well to believe he wouldn’t spend the whole time meddling, so you quickly rejected the invite in favor of being a couch potato. He has tons of friends he goes out with anyway, so he likely just found someone else to get wasted with.

By one in the morning, you now having become one with the sofa, your eyes begin drooping heavily as your exhaustion finally sets in. Figuring it is about time you go to bed, you force your sluggish body to move for the first time in hours, groaning dramatically as you stretch out your stiff muscles. It doesn’t take long for you to get ready to sleep, and you are soon sinking into your freshly washed sheets, the lavender scent lulling you into a state of relaxation as your worries leave your mind.

This tranquility lasts for all of two minutes before you are jumping at the sound of heavy banging on your apartment door. The sudden noise has your heart skipping a few beats as you listen to the lethargic but resounding beating that beckons you. Confused, you quickly check your phone to see if Wooyoung said he is coming over, but you have no new notifications.

The sound continues, so you cautiously slip out of bed and gently tip toe closer to the source as if they’d be able to hear you over the racket they are making. On your way, you grab an empty vase to use as a weapon just in case the person hammering on your door at this hour isn’t a welcome guest.

Your heart races at a mile per minute as you inch closer, the relentless thumping never letting up despite how lethargic it is. Gathering your courage, you unlock the deadbolt and grip the knob in your hand, taking one steadying breath before flinging the door open to reveal the visitor.

You yelp in surprise as the person, who was about to bang his fist on the entrance once again, flies forward into your arms listlessly. In your effort to catch them, you drop the glass vase that subsequently shatters at your feet. The weight of the man’s lifeless body has you staggering back as you attempt to hold him up despite his uncoordinated movements.

The glimpse you had of his quaffed silver hair, along with the smell of his expensive cologne that now overtakes you, alerts you to the fact that this is exactly the person you don’t want to see.

“Y/N,” he slurs in absolute delirium as he tries his best to stand on his own.

Great. He is also wasted.

“Seonghwa,” you grunt in annoyance as you try your best to help him in his awkward movements. “Stand up.”

“Y/N,” he just calls in response, much softer this time, as he finally finds his footing and is able to hold at least some of his weight, though still relying on you to keep him steady.

You carefully reach around him to push the door closed, making sure to avoid the broken glass scattered across the floor in the process. As you move closer to him, he drunkenly assumes you are going in for a hug and wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you flat against his heated chest as he rests his chin on your head and sighs.

“Seonghwa, let go,” you whine as you pull out of his grasp, only able to do so because of his concerningly inebriated state. “Come here.”

Despite your overwhelming irritation, you carefully guide him to the couch where he plops down with a large huff. His eyes are only half open and his head keeps drooping lazily to the side, but he somehow still looks exceedingly handsome in his all-black clubbing attire. He smiles languidly up at you and you snap out of your daze, annoyance again overtaking you.

Why the fuck is Seonghwa stumbling into your apartment drunk at this hour after not contacting you all week? As if he has ever sought you out for anything other than sex. And if that is truly what he came here for, then he is going to be sorely disappointed.

If he is here for another reason, though…

No.

Stop.

You can’t start letting your hopes up just to be burned again by his casual seduction and aloof attitude. You are going to make Wooyoung come pick him up and then sink back into your comfy bed without having to worry about this jerk.

With a bothered huff, you march off to take care of the broken vase before one of you ends up hurting yourselves on it, but Seonghwa whines childishly as you leave.

“Y/N, where are you going?”

“I need to clean up your mess,” you sneer with a roll of your eyes while deftly collecting each shard of glass for disposal. “Why are you even here, Seonghwa?”

He chuckles giddily, courtesy of the alcohol in his system, and lets out an obnoxious hiccup.

“Because you’re here,” he slurs as if that clears things up, and you scoff.

“And what makes you think I’d want to see you?” you retort as you finish tidying, shooting him a look of disbelief to get your point across.

The smile he just had drops into a frown immediately and he stares into the distance as if pondering your question. After a minute of silence, you assume he’s lost track of the conversation entirely and stomp off to your bedroom to collect your phone. You come back and take a seat a couple feet away from him, but he plops himself down so that his head rests in your lap.

“Seonghwa,” you gripe as you try to squirm out from under him, but he grumbles out a melodramatic whine that convinces you to let him be for now.

Ignoring the slight fluttering in your heart, you dial Wooyoung’s number and wait patiently while the line rings… and rings… and rings… until finally sending you to voicemail. Frustration bubbles in your veins as you call him three more times, never getting an answer. Now what the fuck do you do?

While you debate your options, Seonghwa stirs beneath you as he drags his legs up onto the sofa.

“Y/N,” he whines softly, sounding like a pouting child as he turns to lay on his back. His bloodshot eyes gaze directly up at you and you feel a pang of sadness as you take in his expression. “Do you hate me?”

His voice sounds thick, as if he is fighting off drunken tears, and you notice the way the edges of his lips tilt downwards. You don’t know what could possibly be going on in his mind, but seeing him like this forces your fiery attitude to soften. You’ve spent all week despising him, but it is difficult to feel the same level of hatred as you gaze at his innocent flushed cheeks and puffy eyes.

You don’t know how to answer his question. Up until this moment you fully believed that you hate him, but now you realize your emotions aren’t that simple after all. Even if you were sure, it’s not like telling him that would do either of you any good right now.

You decide it is probably best to just avoid the question altogether.

“You can sleep on the couch tonight, but you’d better not do this again,” you reprimand, trying to change the subject as you accept the fact that he isn’t going anywhere tonight. “The bathroom is over there if you need it.”

You begin to slide out from under him, but he reaches up and grabs your wrist to silently beg you to stay. You know it’s dangerous to look down at him, but you can’t avoid it. You gaze into his watering eyes and don’t resist when he brings your palm to cup his cheek, as if he needs the comfort despite it being forced. His skin is burning hot against your palm.

“I’m sorry I’m so selfish,” he murmurs softly as his eyelids grow heavier and he fights against their instinct to close. “I wish I could be better for you.”

Following his mysterious words, his eyes finally shut, a couple tears being pressed out in the process. His breathing settles into a steady rhythm as he falls asleep, his grip on your hand releasing when his arm plops down at his side.

You simply continue to stare at him, your mind in utter chaos as you process everything. He looks so peaceful as he rests despite the couple tear stains left on his skin. Your thumb gently wipes the nearest one away as you continue to cup his cheek much longer than necessary.

This is the first time you have ever seen a crack in Seonghwa’s aloof exterior, the one that is confident and seductive without showing a single ounce of vulnerability. He’d honestly maintained it so well that you’d begun to view him as a bit cold-hearted, but now you realize how much more there must be hidden behind the mask.

More than anything, you can’t shake the image of his desperately forlorn expression as he uttered his last line.

I’m sorry I’m so selfish. I wish I could be better for you.

His voice was clearly laced with regret as he admitted this, but why is he suddenly apologizing to you late at night after showing up wasted? Especially when he has never shown any sign of uneasiness or remorse about your sexcapades before. In general, he always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone, so sure of what he wanted and knowing exactly how to get it, but now you wonder what other mysterious emotions he must be harboring.

In fact, when you think about it, not even Wooyoung has ever really known the deep, dark intricacies of Seonghwa’s mind. Just how much is Seonghwa bottling inside? How much is he guarding from others with his lone wolf facade?

His drunken words echo loudly in your head and, even though you know it is stupid to pay them any attention, you can’t help but try deciphering them. Surely if he is apologizing for being selfish, he must have some idea of how difficult he has made this for you, but what does he mean he wishes he could be better?

The only conclusion you can clearly draw, though you try your best not to invest too much stock in it, is that he truly does care for you, but there is something holding him back. And by the trembling sound of his voice, along with the truthful drunken tears he shed, it seems to be eating him up inside.

Sleeping softly in your lap, he looks so defenseless and innocent, like a lost child who just needs someone to tell them everything will be alright. You wonder if he came to you tonight because he truly has no one else to do that for him. To just hold and comfort him until he feels okay.

While you can’t immediately forgive all of his elusive actions thus far, you suddenly feel sorry for Seonghwa as you ponder the breadth of his unspoken pain. You doubt he will remember any of this in the morning, if he even sticks around long enough for you to see him. And while one part of you hopes he forgets so that you can move on from him, another part wishes for him to remember and, just maybe, allow you to see this vulnerable side of him without the assistance of alcohol.

Seonghwa stirs in his sleep with a grumble, bringing you back to reality where you still sit with your hand against his cheek. As carefully as possible, you try to sneak out from under him, but he must sense your impending absence since he yet again responds with a desperately sad whine that makes you freeze. With a heavy sigh, you acquiesce to his unspoken request to stay a bit longer before heading to bed.

You delicately reach towards the other end of the sofa to grab your throw blanket, spreading it over his body to keep him warm. You try your best not to get too wrapped up in your thoughts, your fingers instinctively brushing his hair back in a calming, repetitive motion.

At some point you must have dozed off because you awake in the morning in the exact same position as before, your neck screaming in pain as you lift your head from its awkward placement for the first time in hours. You glance down at Seonghwa to find he is still sleeping soundly, his lips parted slightly as he lets out steady soft breaths. Without thinking, you let your fingertips brush along his cheek, your thumb just lightly grazing across his bottom lip as you admire his beauty.

Both of you startle, however, when he suddenly opens his eyes and sees you staring down at him affectionately. You gasp and pull your hands back at the surprise and he quickly jolts straight up in embarrassment.

“Oh, I- uh, you’re awake,” you stutter awkwardly as he repositions himself to sit normally, his eyes still wide in shock though he avoids looking in your direction. You hate the tense silence that befalls the room as he fails to reply, surely trying to make sense of the situation he has put himself in. “Do you feel alright?”

As if your question suddenly reminds him that you are there, he peeks over shyly and nods. “I’m okay, I’m just-”

“Hungover?”

As you cut him off, he nods again, dropping his head in his hands and gruffly rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. His typically neat hair is disheveled and his cheeks are still tinted pink, indicating the groggy state he is in.

You wait for him to say something more, to say something - anything - about last night, but he seems too dazed to make conversation just yet, so you take initiative before you can stop yourself.

“Do you want to take a shower? No offense, but you kind of reek of alcohol,” you admit, halfheartedly expecting a chuckle from him that never comes. “I can make breakfast in the meantime.”

He takes a moment to think before nodding again and groaning in discomfort as he stands from the couch with you following suit. Even while you fetch him a clean towel and direct him to the restroom, he says nothing and dares not make eye contact. As soon as he has shut the door, you let out a deep breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding.

You aren’t sure what to make of his demeanor and it’s unclear whether he remembers the events of last night or not. On one hand, he could be acting bashful just because he woke up in your lap to you caressing him. On the other hand, though, he may be embarrassed because he recalls exposing his more vulnerable side while under the influence.

The anxious tension in your chest has your heart beating strangely and you figure you should stop overthinking for now, instead opting to focus on the menial task of cooking eggs and toast while you wait for Seonghwa. By the time you are finished and setting the table, you hear his footsteps plodding closer and steel yourself mentally for however this meal may go.

He rounds the corner dressed once again in his clothes from before but now with damp hair that he has attempted to fluff up with a towel. He stops across the room from you before bringing himself to glance in your direction, his shy demeanor a full 180 from his usual disposition.

“I hung the towel on the rack in there. I hope that’s okay,” he mutters.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you awkwardly reply as you try your best to act normally and be inviting enough to make him less uncomfortable. “Come sit. Do you want some coffee?”

“Ah, no thanks. Just water is fine.”

He shuffles over and you both take your seats across from each other at the small round table. As he glimpses at the food you laid out, he also notices the pain relievers you put next to his plate and allows a minute smile to appear on his lips before it quickly fades away.

When acting so strangely like this, Seonghwa seems almost like a skittish cat that will dash if you make any sudden movement or prod him, so you gently pass him the bowl of eggs so that he can serve himself. He accepts it with a meager “thank you” and takes a small amount before handing it back, but makes no movement to start eating. Figuring he may be waiting for you, you bite off a small chunk of toast, and only when you go to swallow does he startle you by speaking.

“I’m sorry I showed up drunk last night,” he mumbles while pushing his food around with his fork, never actually picking it up. You nearly choke, but thankfully manage to avoid making the situation that much more awkward.

“It’s okay,” you offer pleasantly even though you definitely did not think it was okay at the time. It’s not like telling him off right now would do any good anyways.

“And I’m sorry I broke your vase.”

There is a beat of silence as he finally makes eye contact and studies your expression.

“Oh… so you remember?” Your heart races at the notion of having this conversation right now, but he just nods. “You seemed really upset.”

The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them and you practically kick yourself at how nosy you sound. He chuckles humorlessly and drops his fork as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.

“Yeah, I guess I was pretty upset,” he mutters. “I just– Basically, I– I mean–”

“It’s alright,” you interrupt as he struggles to find the right words. “You don’t have to explain.”

But you want him to. You so desperately want him to.

“Even if I don’t need to, I want to. Or I guess want isn’t the right word. But I should.”

He has you on the edge of your seat, the meal entirely forgotten as you hang on to his every word with a flurrying mix of fear, anxiety, and curiosity. Your uneasiness only increases as he takes time to think about how he should state this.

“I don’t know where to start,” he admits.

“Anywhere is fine. Just, whatever you want to say.”

He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly as if preparing himself. He then leans forward again to rest his elbows on the table as he gazes at you earnestly, his affect more confident than before as he has become determined to get through this conversation.

“Let me say this first,” he prefaces, making your heart drop as you dread the worst. “I like you. And I mean I really like you… but I don’t think it would be good for you to… fall for me.”

‘Too fucking late’ you want to tell him, but he continues before you get the chance to say anything.

“And I know I’ve given you a lot of mixed signals, but a relationship… I just… can’t.”

The silence echoes throughout the room and you attempt to fight off tears. Whether they are out of anger or out of sadness, you are not entirely sure, but thankfully you are able to suppress them along with the lump in your throat.

“You just can’t? Why? Can’t be bothered to tie yourself down to one girl? Can’t help but want to be a playboy who toys with people’s feelings?” you sneer as annoyance bubbles up inside you at the thought of this being his bullshit explanation, but he looks at you with an abhorred expression.

“God, no. That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

You cross your arms and wait expectantly as he restlessly runs his hands through his damp hair with a shaky exhale.

“I never meant to give you so many mixed signals. This whole time I was telling myself that things between us are only casual so I wouldn’t feel so bad about seeing you– because I kept wanting to see you –but after we truly slept together… I realized how much more it is, at least for me.”

Your heart tingles with excitement for a moment before you remember that this is simply the preface to whatever reason he has for dumping you– or, you guess, technically pre-dumping you.

“When I woke up that morning, I started freaking out so I left and I’ve spent all week going crazy over it. Then when the weekend came, I was desperate to get it off my mind, but somehow ended up at your door.” He pauses and looks away as he gathers his thoughts momentarily. “I’m just so afraid that I can’t be the person you’ll want me to be.”

His heavy words catch you by surprise, leaving you slightly confused as to where this is coming from. “What do you mean?”

You can tell this is extremely difficult for him to talk about by how fidgety he is getting, but you can’t just let him end his explanation so cryptically, not when you are finally seeing this truthful, vulnerable side of him. Surely there must be more to his reasoning.

“My last relationship, about five years ago, was an absolute disaster,” he admits despite his discomfort. “We had been together for three years until one day I came home to find her in bed with another man. I know, so cliche, right?”

He scoffs sourly at his own remark.

“I found out she had been seeing him behind my back for months. Of course, she had no remorse. She said it was my fault for not paying enough attention to her, or for working too much, or because I hadn’t proposed yet. And the more she went on about it, the more I actually began to believe it was my fault.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock at what he has experienced, the drama of it sounding like a perfect Lifetime movie. His fear and anxiety around commitment suddenly makes perfect sense.

“Since then,” he continues. “It has just been easier to not care or feel. Someone who doesn’t invest in anything doesn’t have anything to lose, so that is what I did. I thought I could just fake it until I make it, and it had been working just fine, until…”

He glances back up at you to imply the rest of his confession without actually having to say it out loud. Your stunned brain rushes to process the many emotions you’re feeling, but your mouth acts before you can stop it.

“What a fucking asshole!” you exclaim in a rage, surprising Seonghwa, who now looks at you dumbfoundedly.

“What?” he asks, perplexed.

“Sorry, not you, I just–” you pause shortly to calm yourself before continuing. “It just makes me so mad that someone would do that to you and have the nerve to place any of the blame on you. I mean, it’s just ludicrous.”

“Well, it’s not like I was the best–”

“Seonghwa, stop,” you interrupt sternly, causing him to shut his mouth in obedience. “Regardless of what’s going on between us, you need to realize that no matter what you did in that relationship, you did not deserve that and you did not cause that. If she really had all those qualms then she could’ve broken up with you, but she made the choice instead to hurt you like that. That is on her and her alone. Cheaters never cheat because they have problems with their partner; they cheat because they have problems with themselves. So I refuse to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself over someone else’s mistakes.”

It is now his turn to fall speechless after your rage-fuelled rant. The anger you feel just from imagining how lonely and hurt he must’ve been alerts you to how deep your affection actually runs, but you do your best to push the thought aside for now. You at least find the irony somewhat comical that all week you’ve been pissed at Seonghwa and now here you are defending him.

Honestly, you only realize now just how two-dimensional you have perceived him as up to this point. For a long time, he was just Wooyoung’s hot and mysterious roommate. And recently, you’ve only seen him as horny, arrogant, and a bit cold-hearted. You feel a pang of guilt for never granting him the decency of considering he runs any deeper than such a superficial level. Between last night and now, it has become clear that he feels and thinks much more than he has ever let on.

Silence still echoes awkwardly throughout the room, and you assume you may have been a bit too brash. You clear your throat stiffly and straighten in your seat. Your heart sinks heavy in your chest as you fear this will really be the end before you’ve even started. Still, you can’t let him go without saying what is on your mind one last time

“Seonghwa,” you call softly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “I know you’re afraid, and I know you’ve been hurt, but I really hope that you don’t let that keep you from finding your own happiness… even if that happiness isn’t in me. Of course, I really like you too, but if you don’t want–”

“No,” he interjects rapidly. “I do want this. I want you, but I also don’t want to disappoint you and make you deal with all of my insecurities and baggage. I don’t know when– or even if –I’ll be able to feel normal about love again. I don’t know if I can be the perfect boyfriend you’d want.”

“I never said I wanted you to be a perfect boyfriend,” you quip immediately with slight annoyance at just how self-critical he is being. “I don’t want you to be anything… I just want you. Even when I was pissed at you and wanted to write you off for good, I was secretly hoping you’d come back with an explanation or an apology or a confession– with anything even though it may have been pathetic of me.”

“I don’t think you’re pathetic,” he states seriously. “Can I ask you a question, though?”

“Of course.”

“What if it doesn’t work out? And what if I can’t bring myself to trust again?”

His expression shows just how anxious and sullen he is, his head and heart likely overwhelmed from trying to navigate this situation and fight the fear he has harbored for so many years. As much as you want to assuage his concerns, you know it isn’t fair to guarantee that everything will come up roses, especially since it could just make his insecurities worse if it doesn’t.

“Honestly, Seonghwa, I can’t 100% promise that it will work, but that is both the joy and the pain of relationships. Yes, sometimes you get burned, but sometimes you find something incredible, and that incredible thing suddenly makes all of the past hurt worth it,” you level. “And if you did want to take that chance, I am fine with moving as slowly as you’re comfortable with. I wouldn’t have any expectations or rush your timeline to heal, but I’d always be willing to support you through the process. I’m not going to push you into a relationship you’re not ready for, though, so the choice is always up to you.”

He stares into the distance as he processes the many conflicting emotions brewing in his heart, having to decide which one he is going to let dictate his happiness from now on. As time ticks on with you staying silent to let him ponder, you begin to prepare yourself for rejection just in case he decides the risk isn’t worth it. As devastated as you would be, you just hope that he will make the decision that is best for him.

Seonghwa is taking so long considering his options that you are about to tell him he can think about it for a few days when he finally speaks.

“Okay,” is all he says in a quiet voice. Your heart automatically races as your hopes shoot through the roof.

“Okay?” you question, wanting to make sure you aren’t misunderstanding his response.

“Let’s go slow and see where it takes us,” he states more confidently now. “I know I can’t make many promises to you, but the one thing I will promise is that I’ll try.”

You can’t help the tears of happiness that rapidly spring to your eyes and glide down your cheeks, the tension of the entire morning beginning to fade away. In fact, the burden of the anxiety and anger that you’ve experienced over the past few weeks has suddenly lifted from your shoulders, resulting in the emotional reaction. Seonghwa, though, is instantly flustered.

“What happened? Why are you crying?” he babbles in a panic as he gets up and walks over to you. He easily slides your chair away from the table and kneels next to you so that you two are level.

With him this close, your hand automatically reaches to caress his cheek, but you stop midway as you remember you might make him uncomfortable. Seeing your hesitation, however, he reaches up and guides your hand to his face, a silent message of approval. You smile in response despite your tear-stained skin.

“I’m just happy,” you chuckle, his face now lighting up to match yours as he absentmindedly rests his hand on your bare thigh. You do your best to ignore the way your body reacts to his touch, but it becomes much harder when he thoughtlessly lets his thumb rub back and forth against your skin in a comforting motion.

“Seonghwa,” you call gently as your tears stop and you wipe away their traces, removing your hand from Seonghwa’s face in the process.

“Hm?” He looks up at you innocently with so much concern that you visibly gulp.

“If we are going to take things slow, then you’ll have to keep things like this to a minimum.”

Your eyes flick to his hand and he follows your line of sight. Realizing what you mean, he releases a genuine chuckle that is music to your ears.

“I mean…” he starts off mischievously. “Maybe we take it slow starting tomorrow? And today we move fast one last time?”

“Move fast?” you question quietly, your brain only catching up when you see his seductive smirk that you’ve gotten so used to. “Are you horny right now?”

You’re shocked that after that long and heavy conversation, this is still what is running through his mind, but he seems so relaxed about it that you let out an amused laugh. 

“Should I not be? It’s not my fault you look needlessly cute when you cry.”

The lightened mood has you feeling weightless at last, and with his suggestion to be reckless one last time, you are quickly leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. He is slightly surprised at first, but melts into your embrace with little hesitation.

The kiss is nothing like last time. Instead of being fueled only by lust, it is noticeably more passionate and emotional, a physical outpouring of all the feelings you’ve both been desperately suppressing until this moment.

He stands up slowly and grips your waist to bring you onto your feet as well before pulling you tight against his body, the proximity making you dizzy with yearning. Wanting to feel the heat of his skin against yours, you tug at the hem of his shirt and he pulls away briefly to reach behind his head and pull it off in one swift movement. God is it hot when he does that. You let your eyes linger on his toned abdomen, your fingertips gently running down its ridges.

“Like what you see?” he teases, making you giggle as you are reminded of that first rainy night you two spent together when he asked the same exact question.

“You know I do.” Your fingers meet his belt and you grip it to tug him back against you, his playful grin returning at your forwardness.

“Well haven’t you gotten feisty, baby?” he taunts, and you palm him over his jeans as you nod. “Missed my cock that much?”

Fuck. There it is. That sinful fucking mouth of his that has you biting your lip just to keep from moaning, your panties now sticking to your wet core. All you can do is nod enthusiastically before standing on your tiptoes to press your lips against his again. You hold him close by the back of his neck while his hands travel down to roughly grab your ass, making you squeal. He pulls away just momentarily to mutter “cute” before grabbing the backs of your thighs and hoisting you into the air.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he swiftly carries you off to the bedroom, your hands tugging at the hair on the back of his head. You are desperate to have him as close to you as possible now that you can do so without spending days afterwards feeling like shit.

Seonghwa plops you down on your mattress unceremoniously and makes easy work of your top and pajama shorts, tossing them mindlessly on the floor. He grabs your ankles and playfully tugs you to the edge– another surprised yelp escaping your lips –so that his face is level with your core once he gets on his knees. You hold your legs up and open for him as he runs his fingertips gingerly across your underwear to feel your wetness through the fabric.

“This pussy is going to make me go crazy,” he purrs, your heart fluttering out of control. “I’ve been dying for another taste.”

“Be my guest then.”

After a devilish glance in your direction, he pulls your panties aside and moans at the sight of your sex. You feel like you might just pass out and die right here from how turned on you are with every little thing he does, especially when he leans in to lick a flat stripe up your slit, flicking his tongue playfully against your clit in the process. He just smirks at your pitiful moan.

Compared to before, the way in which he eats you out is a little less desperate, but much more sensual. He sucks and laps at your sensitive nub erotically and brings his left hand up to interlock his fingers with yours. He may be diving face-first into your cunt right now, but there is something about the simple romanticism of holding hands that has butterflies erupting in your stomach. Honestly, you have typically dreaded guys going down on you because they are always so overconfident and then can’t deliver, but Seonghwa– He is nothing if not extraordinarily talented.

You gaze down at him as he works on you and man is it a sight to see. His silver hair, still not quite dry, has been mostly pushed back from his face, but a few stray pieces fall across his forehead. His eyes are closed as he gets lost in pleasing you and his cheeks are flushed from how heated he is getting. When he feels the intensity of your stare and makes eye contact, he moans wantonly with his lips around your clit, the vibrations making you gasp and reach down to card your fingers through his locks. The sting he feels in his scalp from your grasp only spurs him on more, moving his free hand just below his mouth to glide his middle finger deep inside your hole.

“Oh fuck,” you moan shamelessly as he curls his digit to rub against your g-spot.

With how wet you are for him, he wastes no time in slipping a second finger in along with the first to start stretching you out for his dick. The pleasurable intrusion, along with his expert mouth, has you arching your back dramatically, your hand squeezing his tighter and tighter as the tension builds in your core.

“Hwa, don’t stop!”

“Call me that again,” he growls, loving how it rolls off your tongue. As soon as he laps at your clit once more, your climax hits and you cry out his nickname as your legs shake from the intensity. His movements are relentless as he savors every last bit of euphoria he can give you, not stopping until you are whining and squirming away from his touch. Only then does he remove his fingers, sucking them clean with a hungry look in his eyes and then licking along your folds one last time.

Despite your heaving chest from the mind-blowing orgasm, you are still ravenous, so you rapidly sit up and tug him onto the bed with you. With a bit of skillful maneuvering, you get Seonghwa to lay on his back, your hands making quick work of his belt to pull his bottoms off altogether. His impressive cock slaps against his stomach as soon as it escapes its confines, the tip already leaking with precum.

Once he is fully naked, you also slip off your bra and playfully toss it onto his face, making him laugh as he chucks it aside. He can’t stop himself from sitting up and attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around it while one hand gropes your other boob. As amazing as it feels, it is now your turn to please him instead, so you push him back down onto the mattress and wrap your hand around his length to start stroking.

“You want to suck my cock that badly, baby girl?” His smug expression says it all.

“You act like you didn’t just eat me out like your last meal,” you quip before bending down to circle your tongue around the head of his cock.

“I can’t help that you have such a delicious little pussy.” His words have you blushing.

“Well I can’t help that you have such a delicious cock.” He chuckles down at you and brushes your hair out of your face as you place small kisses up his shaft.

“Touche,” he says before immediately groaning as you finally bring him past your lips and hollow out your cheeks.

With how big he is, you’ll have to work yourself up to fitting much of him inside, so you start off by using your hand to stimulate the parts you can’t reach yet. You glance up at him to see him watching you with his mouth agape, enamored by the view he has. It takes everything in him not to buck his hips up, but thankfully you are able push him past the back of your throat.

“Just like that,” he coos as he gathers your hair in one hand to keep it out of the way and guide your movements. “Good girl.”

Upon hearing his praise, you start bobbing up and down, your throat flexing around him in a way that has him hissing in pleasure. You let your hands glide up his body to caress along his abdomen, his muscles tensing instinctively when you brush over anywhere sensitive. You can see goosebumps forming on his arms and you love the way his body reacts so visibly to your touch.

With his grip on your hair, he encourages you to take him further and you oblige. Obscene sounds escape you as you try your best to please him and the noise has him moaning even louder. Seeing him this worked up, your insatiable cunt once again cries for attention, desperate to be filled by his massive cock. You impatiently release his dick with a pop and stand up to pull off your panties, Seonghwa watching you the entire time with a lust-filled gaze.

“You gonna let me stretch out that cute little pussy again?” he hums as you straddle him and line his tip up with your hole.

“I’m not just sitting on you for nothing,” you tease right back, earning you a flirtatious smack on the ass as you slowly take every inch of him.

“I didn’t realize you were such a brat in bed,” he says through a moan. “I’ll have to take note.”

“You have a lot to learn, Hwa.”

After your snarky comment, you promptly choke on a gasp as you finally sink all the way down, your walls fluttering to adjust to his considerable size. You can feel him pressing against every spot inside you, the sensation already dizzying without even having to move, but patience has never really been your middle name.

Resting your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady, you grind against him and throw your head back as pleasure tingles through every inch of your body. His hands dig into your hips to spur on your movement while curses fall from his mouth in the form of moans.

“Yes, baby. Ride my fucking cock,” he growls, your cunt clenching around him in response, which does not go unnoticed. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Only for you,” you answer, intending not only to continue the dirty talk, but also to subtly assure him that you are now his and his alone. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

In search of even more intensity, you start bouncing rhythmically on his dick. His eyes fixate in your tits as they jiggle in front of him, clearly transfixed by the sight. Seeing you work so needily for his dick is something that will surely be replaying in his dreams from now on, perhaps even in his “daydreams” of sorts. 

“Show me you fucking want it,” he commands to motivate you, a moan falling past your lips at his domineering tone.

He grabs your hands from his chest and once again interlocks his fingers with yours, holding them up a bit higher to help support your movements. You’re not sure if you can handle Seonghwa being a hand-holder during sex when the simple act affects you this much. Nevermind that fact that he feels so amazing when filling you up to the brim. Without even trying, his cock constantly pokes at your g-spot in a manner that makes it feel like electricity is running through your veins.

Despite how euphoric you are feeling, your thighs start getting tired from bouncing on him and your pace starts faltering as you fight your shaky muscles. Noticing your struggle, Seonghwa uses your held hands to tug you down against his chest, letting go just after to cup your face and gaze affectionately into your eyes.

“You are going to be the death of me, I swear,” he mutters, smiling at the way you blush timidly. “I could spend all day complimenting you if you always react like that.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it then.”

You press your lips against his once again, just enjoying the taste of him on your tongue and the warmth of his embrace. While you are lost in the passionate kiss, he pleasantly surprises you by beginning to gently thrust up into you, the both of you moaning into each other at the new angle.

He glides his hands down the sides of your body, stopping at your ass and roughly gripping your cheeks to hold you just how he wants you while snapping his hips against yours. After gliding in and out of you a few times to test the waters, he bends his legs to plant his feet firmly into the mattress and starts mercilessly pounding into you.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim at the suddenly overwhelming sensation, your face just inches from his as your eyes stay locked on each other. The act feels extra intimate as you watch the pleasure unfolding in each other’s features.

You can’t control your lewd moans that fill the room as the tension starts building in your core once again. When you bite your lip to try and stifle the sound, Seonghwa shakes his head without ever faltering in his pace.

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You do as he asks, your pathetic whimpers and whines getting increasingly high-pitched as you teeter on the edge of euphoria. The way your pussy starts constricting around Seonghwa has him also flirting with release, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum on his cock first.

Wanting to feel you release around him, he gathers all his energy to ruthlessly buck into you even faster than before, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating pornographically off your bedroom walls. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if you end up with a noise complaint from your neighbors.

Seonghwa lets out pants mixed with vulgar moans in time with each thrust, trying his best to hang on until you’ve been taken care of. With the way your cunt tightens around him, though, he can tell you aren’t too far off.

“Hwa– please– yes!”

“Let go, baby.”

As if flipping a switch, your body immediately reacts to his command and your orgasm hits you at full force. Your nails dig into Seonghwa’s shoulders as you hold on for dear life, the feeling threatening to send you straight to heaven, never to return. It is shocking that he could even make you cum this hard without you having to touch yourself, but then again he has already proven himself as quite the sexpert.

The vice grip that your satisfied pussy has on his cock is more than he can resist, his own high following shortly after yours. He stills inside you and kisses you passionately once more as you both bask in the bliss of your climaxes. Only when you start coming down from cloud 9 do you detach and rest your foreheads together, trying to catch your breath from the intensive activity.

Being this close to him, both physically and emotionally now, has your heart feeling warm and fuzzy. While you know things won’t just magically be perfect between you two, and there are still many things to work through, you are excited to take the risk and work through them together. It will surely take time and mistakes will be made, but perhaps you can exercise some patience this one time.

To think that this all started because of a random storm and you being too lazy to fetch an umbrella.

“You know,” Seonghwa murmurs as he caringly tucks your hair behind your ears. “We said we would start going slow tomorrow, so that gives us the rest of the day to make the most of this speed.”

You laugh at his coy smile. “We’d better get busy then.”

Damn does this man drive you crazy.

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[bvidzsoo]

texting fiancé!ateez about their Coachella performance as you weren't able to attend it

author: bvidzsoo

pairing: ot8 x reader

tw: cursing

genre: smau, reactions, idol!au, fiancé!au

a/n: well, I can 100% surely say Ateez wrecked all Atiny with their performance at Coachella today (or yesterday for some), and maybe this is my way of coping??? Will I be over it soon? Certainly not lol, when I catch you Song Mingi, you better have prepared yourself cuz I ain't ever again letting you out of the dungeon, sir. Let me know your thoughts, as always, I hope these are good enough and enjoyable. Thank you for checking it out! (divider)

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[iridescentxstars]

yandere!vampire!seonghwa x hybrid!fem!reader || joi + possession — @mint-yooxgi || wc: 380~

— threesome (kinda), death

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

"Like that," Seonghwa smirks as his fingers tap on the arm of the chair as he watches the way the man touches himself, hands slowing down and causing him to groan. "Nice and slow, like she's the one touching you."

You whine, loudly, causing Seonghwa to hiss at you before turning his dark eyes back to the man on the bed. He's torturing you, he's making you suffer because you disobeyed him.

His pretty little fox decided that she wanted to go and have fun in the club but he found you and thought that this was the best way to punish you. Have the man you wanted so badly touch himself to Seonghwa's instructions while you watched.

"Faster," he commands and the hand moves in response while you wiggle in your spot, looking up at Seonghwa with pleading eyes. You want to be touched - by him - you haven't even looked at the other man since you danced with him because you want him to touch you. You need to be touched. Long for him. But as punishment - his fox gets ignored.

Seonghwa isn't doing this because he's at all interested, he hates the fact that this man touched you and has his own ways of dealing with that but you need to learn.

You are his. Only you get to touch him and you seem to know that since you are wiggling on your heel to try and get friction.

"Stop." The sound of his voice causes you both to stop moving before he looks at you, tilting his chin up so you're looking at him in the eyes. "Do you want him?" He asks and you shake your head immediately. "Who do you belong to? Who owns you?"

"You do." You say without any hesitation and it seems enough to please him. For now.

Without a moment of hesitation, Seonghwa quickly attacks the man who was so close to his release while you look away, hands on your lap with a blush on your cheeks. You know that even if Seonghwa touches you tonight, he's not going to let you cum. He's going to drag it out and you're going to go insane.

Maybe then you'll learn. Don't let others touch what is his.

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