#seonghwa look away pls

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

"She's a regular here..."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader

CW: mentions of drug dealing/usage (seonghwa smokes), drug dealers!seonghwa and hongjoong, slight fluff, !!SMUT!! (unprotected sex, pls stay safe!!!), reader n seonghwa are dating, seonghwa fucks reader in his fur coat lol , not really proofread?? Idk I tried

My first time trying to write a proper smut scene 😭😭 I hope its okay omg. Wrote this cuz @/ygswl on instagram (best ateez editor btw) brought up the concept of drug dealer! Seonghwa ARGHHHH. I wanted to write a more intense, concept-heavy smut scene but I js tried my best since I'm not familar with smut writing💔💔

Edit: Part 2 is out!!!

Part 3 is out!!!

"Fuck..." Seonghwa groaned, breathing out a puff of wispy smoke. He leaned his head back against the couch as he clocked in the sight of jumbled notes on his mahogany wood coffee table. Orders from customers. Usually, he would've been able to keep up with them, no problem. But there had recently been a huge surge of calls, requesting for the new, trending drug: ARRIBA. And as part of the most reputable dealers in the area, MATZ, he was well-expected to have the best supply. He irritably grinded his teeth together, pre-installed Grillz provided a light, screeching noise.

Taking another drag from his rolled cigarette, his ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Hwa, what are you doing?" Seonghwa's business partner, Kim Hongjoong, walked into the shabby makeshift office. Seonghwa didn't reply, merely staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly played with the blunt in his fingers. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's eyes lingered on the stack of order forms, and he gave a stern look to his tattooed counterpart. "I asked you a question, Park Seonghwa." "What? I'm fucking exhausted from taking calls and names. I've been at it since 11, give me a break." He jerked his head towards a wall clock behind him. A quarter past 3pm.

It had always been this way with the duo. Ever since they started their underground business as barely legal adults, Hongjoong dealt with supplies, and Seonghwa would deal with the customers and their orders. 2 young men in struggling financial situations, who were desperate to make ends meet, starting a drug-dealing business together, it worked out strangely well. This also, despite their constant bickering, formed a strong bond between the two.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the response. "Whatever, sure." He tilted his head, eyes settling on the faux fur coat that rested on a chair beside the couch. "Is that new?" "Yeah... I picked it up after getting the payment for that huge order earlier this week." "Ohh, the order for that college frat party?" Seonghwa nodded silently in response, his eyes beginning to glaze over. "Anyways, Yunho says we can expect restock within the next week. ARRIBA's selling out fast, but we can finish these orders right away once the new shipment arrives." Hongjoong rattled off an imaginary list, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to his partner. Seonghwa was unresponsive, clearly stressed out from the recent increase in workload, but Hongjoong knew he was listening. Although, that didn't stop him from doing what he was about to do. "You shouldn't keep using this, by the way. It's reaaaally bad for you." With that, he leaned forward and snatched the smoking blunt from his partner's fingers.

Seonghwa hastily whipped his head around, sighing internally at Hongjoong's classic shit-eating grin. He furrowed his eyebrows at the realisation that he had given the man the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "I'm stressed, man. Gotta relax somehow." "I don't think you'll need your weed when your favourite 'regular' is here, though." Hongjoong tilted his head towards the office door, calling out in a singsong voice. "Y/N, you can come in now~"

The mention of your name caused Seonghwa's eyes to immediately light up. He scrambled to snatch the cigarette back from Hongjoong, and quickly crushed it with his heel.

Just a quiet, veterinary student that he had met in a cafe 3 years ago, Seonghwa had adored you from the very beginning. You were the cashier taking his order, nervous on your first day, and fumbling a little with the cash register's buttons. Seonghwa had found your clumsy nature both alluring and endearing, and he had asked you out on a date right away. The two of you had hit it off, and a beautiful relationship bloomed from then on. Even when you found out Seonghwa's line of work, you understood his situation and never judged him for it. It didn't make you love him any less. He would often spoil you with gifts and spend as much time as possible with you. Your college classes and his odd working hours would clash often, but you still found time to drop by his office to visit him. After all, it was quite easy to locate your drug dealer boyfriend. He mostly stayed in his office, only occasionally going out with Hongjoong when they had a large shipment coming in or a customer that wanted to deal in-person. Thus the nickname that Hongjoong gave to you: Seonghwa's Favourite 'Regular'. Despite your support for his business, Seonghwa still hated doing or dealing drugs around you, especially cigarettes. It was part of his line of work, and he was used to it, but he would always quickly put out a blunt or stash away powdery white packets when you visited.

"Seonghwa~ I'm here to visit you! My class today was cancelled, so my afternoon is free," you hummed as you walked into the room in your red checkered pants and (Seonghwa's) oversized hoodie. You offered a smile to Hongjoong, who was already on his way out to give you two some privacy. He winked at Seonghwa just before he walked out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as you crashed onto his form on the couch, snuggling into his exposed collarbone. "I missed you..." "I missed you too, sweetheart... you've been so busy with classes lately, I haven't seen you for a full week. Do you even love me anymore?" He sighed dramatically, earning a muffled laugh from you. "My finals are coming up, Hwa. Been rushing my deadlines and finishing up on revision. I gotta do this to earn my veterinary certification, hm?" "Well, anytime you wanna quit your course and live with me 24/7, I'll take care of you. Nothing would make me happier to, actually. MATZ has been doing so well recently." He puffed up his chest. You found it cute whenever he was protective like this. "Okay, Hwa. I'll keep you posted." The two of you settled into comfortable silence.

The quietness and stillness in the air suddenly made him very aware of your movements. He raised his eyebrows when he realised you were being touchier than usual. Your hands were roaming his shoulders, tracing circles over his neck tattoo and gold chains that sat above his unbuttoned collar. The occasional shift of your hips didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man, either. Seonghwa experimentally slid a veiny hand under your hoodie, blushing when he felt your bare back, marking the absence of a bra strap.

"Sweetheart, are you-"

"Mhm... needy for you, Hwa."

"Oh-- we're in my office now, though, Hongjoong could hear us..."

"Wouldn't you like that?"

Seonghwa's face heated up at the thought of his partner overhearing the two of you. The possibility someone else, especially his best friend/business partner, hearing the two of you fucking in his office turned him on. A lot.

His shy expression quickly changed to a dominant, cockier one. Quickly pinning you onto the couch, he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He tasted like smoke and the cherry lip gloss you had bought him a month ago, and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively hoisting yourself up, before pulling away from his lips to kiss and lick at the tattoo scrawled across his neck. Seonghwa groaned at the feeling, his eyes glazing over and landing on his fluffy, new fur coat that was draped on the nearby chair. A devious idea popped into his head.

"Sweetheart, wait... I wanna do something." You stopped sucking at the 'A' on his neck and tilted your head curiously at him. He tugged at the hem of your hoodie, his eye contact with you searching for consent. You let him, of course. You trusted him. He lifted off your hoodie right away, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare torso. "My pretty girl," he sighed, making you flush a bright red hue. Seonghwa leaned forward to leave a kiss on your breasts and gestured you to take off your pants, before getting off the couch, seemingly to get something. You sat confused, naked except for your dark blue panties, until you saw him grab the fur coat on the chair beside the couch.

The faux fur brushed against your skin as Seonghwa helped you put it on. It was huge, heavy and fluffy, covering everything yet nothing on your bare figure. He stepped back to take you in, a guttural moan leaving his throat at the sight of you naked form practically drowning underneath the fluffy mass of fabric. You, on the other hand, were aching for his touch. A whole week of being apart from your lover, deprived of his love, his intimacy, deprived of him. He noticed your pouty lips and squirming, and chuckled teasingly.

"Can't wait, sweetheart?"

You were about to nod in response, but was cut off when you felt a long finger being pressed against your moist folds. A whiny gasp slipped out of your mouth, and your hands scrambled to find support on Seonghwa's strong forearms. He smiled as he lightly rubbed circles on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, your whines sounding like music to his chain-adorned ears. "Hwa...hurry, I want your dick in me already," you panted out. Seonghwa scoffed teasingly at your impatient tone. "Patience, sweetheart, I need to prep you first."

His expert fingers tugged aside the fabric covering your pussy, exposing yourself to him fully. Two fingers were pushed into your aching hole, causing you to arch your back at the feeling. Breathless moans filled the room as he curled and thrusted his fingers into you at a torturously slow pace. He knew you were sensitive, and it was driving you crazy how slow he was going.

"H-Hwa..."

"Shhh, I know."

The building knot in your tummy snapped, and you came undone on your lover's long fingers. But just as you began to catch your breath, Seonghwa leaned down to lick up your juices. The cold metal of his grillz shot through your core, drawing out a high-pitched cry from you.

Blinking back tears from the overstimulation, you glanced down at your boyfriend. He was sitting comfortably between your legs, lips and grillz teeth shiny with your arousal, mouth spread in a loving grin as if he didn't just finger-fuck you to an orgasm.

He got up and kissed a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to tease you a little. I'll give you what you want now." Seonghwa picked you up and shifted you to a more comfortable spot on the couch, the heavy coat's fur swishing quietly as he did so. You shivered as the fur brushed against your nipples, perky from being exposed to the surrounding air.

There was a light clunk of a belt buckle, followed by a zipping noise, before Seonghwa finally pressed his pretty cock against your bare stomach, earning a sigh of relief from you. You licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, hard member. "Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow when you stared for a little too long. You whined back, and he sighed in defeat before pressing his cock into your entrance, already wet and lubricated from him fingering you open earlier.

"F-fuck! So warm..." Seonghwa hissed as his cock sank into you. You cried out, reaching out to bury your face into his neck when he started to thrust in and out of you. Sloppy slaps of skin, whiny moans, curses and the occasional swish of faux fur against leather filled the room as Seonghwa fucked you into the couch. The air reeked of hot sex and cigarette smoke, but neither of you minded. He gazed lovingly at you through his lashes, admiring how you looked in his fur coat, with his dick in you. The possessiveness that you two had for each other always made him hard whenever it showed.

He winced when you clenched on him particularly hard. "Oh s-shit- you like my cock? You like your drug dealer boyfriend's cock?" You nodded hastily, drool beginning to form on the side of your lips. Seonghwa smirked, but was barely keeping his composure at the sight of you so cock-drunk. He pulled you in with his free hand for a kiss, heavy metal rings on his fingers squishing your face and making your breath hitch involuntarily. The lingering taste of tobacco on his lips made you moan, eyes glazing over from pleasure as his tongue pushed past your lips to invade your mouth.

It wasn't long before both of you came undone. You sighed breathily as your second orgasm formed a ring of white liquid around Seonghwa's dick, and he quickly pulled out to cum onto your bare stomach. Still panting from his orgasm, he gathered some of his fluids onto his fingers, and stuffed your mouth with them. You hummed appreciatively in response, suckling his fingers clean as he admired your flushed, fucked-out expression.

♡♡♡

"Yah, I was only out for awhile! What did you guys do??" Hongjoong snickered an hour later as he waltzed into the room and over to the couch. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth when Seonghwa shot a stern look at him, index finger pressed to his lips as if to say "shut the fuck up you big-mouthed minion". His other hand was wrapped around your sleeping figure, still naked but bundled up in his fur coat and shielded from Hongjoong's eyes.

Hongjoong raised his hands, exaggeratingly mouthing a "sorry!" that his best friend scoffed quietly at. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back to you. His heart warmed at the peaceful look you had in your sleep, but his dick stirred at the sight of you covered by nothing but his oversized fur coat. Needless to say, he was definitely giving you a round 2 once you woke up.

If you've managed to read this far, thank you so much for reading my fanfic! 🙏 I hope you enjoyed it 😭

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[kagu-une]

Your Majesty // P.SH

The cessation of war in your kingdom relies on you. What everyone failed to tell you: it is at the cost of your freedom.

pairing. king!park seonghwa x fem!princess!reader

genre. royal fantasy? pls don't read this if you're looking for historical accuracy :/ mature themes ahead, minors do not interact.

content warnings. non-idol!au. mean dom!seonghwa. sub!reader. maybe a little bit of dubcon if you squint. oral (m. receiving). no penetration. shoe humping. degradation. use of the terms 'my pet', 'good girl', 'my property', mentions of being a slave, 'your majesty', uhhh? spitting, very briefly. sadism for sure. he's a mean ass so ? i think that's about it. use of restraints but not in the sexy way ;(. i wrote this in proper caps this time but usually i use intentional lowercase :p

a/n. can you imagine seonghwa as a cruel king it gets my jimmies in a twist .... sorry to keep pushing the mean hwa agenda..... this is an old drabble that i had sitting, so i hope you enjoy! also ty to my liege @hhoneylix for proof reading for me (so if anything is awry blame them fr /j) ♡ if you enjoyed, please like, comment and reblog!

smut beneath the drop down!

Park Seonghwa — a noble captain in battle, but a tyrant King. Stingy, was he, arms outstretched in demand for his filthy palms to be filled with what he desired. His gluttony was utterly insatiable, and notoriously so. Though his greed was enough to cause the purest of souls to turn a cold shoulder, it was difficult to say no to someone with devilishly handsome looks and equipped with a silver tongue that'd put Lucifer himself to shame.

War raged in his kingdom, enemy nations bombarding Seonghwa's empire in aims and high hopes to retrieve stolen loot and goods from his avaricious grasp. It was undeniable that such conflict took a tremendous toll, economically. After a long debate amongst those of the Higher Tables, they came to a unanimous decision: a barter, of course. One couldn't expect the King to cease his feast upon divinity. The King would return whatever loot that his soldiers obtained while ransacking villages and pillaging towns in exchange for one thing: the opposing realm's Princess. This trade would be a simple one and the poor soul would remain in a royal bloodline; the deal was flawless and Seonghwa's foes accepted the plea with no beat of hesitation. Three days is the window of time it took for rival troops to retreat from his territory, leaving behind their wake of destruction just as Park's militia did to them; though, providing relief and aid to the inhabitants of his kingdom were the last of his worries.

Now, he occupied his throne, his dark gaze focusing lazily on the marble floor that stretched out before him. Mirroring his eyes and their lethargy and intolerance, his shoulders slouched as his tall frame spilled across the chair, knees splayed as his chin rest in his left hand. Jack Frost was great friends with the King based on the ice that he harbored within his honeyed stare. Regardless, he sat like a pouting child awaiting the arrival of his... servant.

The princess discussed in the meeting that disbanded the hellacious battles on his turf and leveled the playing field? Y/N. You looked like a deer, willowy and shy. Your head was hung to look at the floor beneath you, hiding the turmoil in your gaze. You were a pretty thing; long, healthy hair tumbled down your back. Kind eyes framed with long, thick eyelashes. A natural beauty that caused a surge of heat to rush through the King's core. Slowly, the ice inside of him began to melt away. Everyone failed to mention that you had an attitude that could give Seonghwa a run for his money. He remained silent as his eyes drank you in... The first time you'd ever laid eyes on one other.

The rattle of chains caught Seonghwa's attention. In his seat, he corrected his posture, immediately looking more presentable and respectable in the presence of company. Amongst the small fleet of handlers, you stood in the middle, wrists bound in iron with your ankles encircled in matching restraints. Seonghwa dare not move, even as your handlers pushed you forward and stood at attention before their king. Clearly, you put up a fight. the tattered dress that hung haphazardly from your frame reeked of foul play. This deal between kingdoms was clearly one-sided. Luckily, there wasn't a bruise to mar your flawless complexion — wise on his staff's behalf.

"She is no slave. Remove those chains at once." Spoke Seonghwa, once he had his fill of scrutinizing you, noting how you looked equally pissed off and frightened. The guards responded, and with the clatter of iron striking the hard flooring, you now stood free, just before the King himself.

Another demand, "Leave us."

Seonghwa fell silent once more as he awaited the room to clear, and the burly mahogany doors leading into the throne hall to shut, thus leaving them in seclusion. Lithe fingers journeyed across his chin in thought as he crossed an ankle over his bent knee.

"Kneel."

Your mouth responded by hanging open. Your eyebrows knitted together in protest. An inhale to digest such an incredulous demand, then, "Pardon me?"

"I didn't stumble over my words, girl." Retorted Hwa as he rose from his chair, approaching you at an agonizing pace. Stalking you like prey. Seonghwa circled you once, your cautious eyes remaining on the King as he did such. "I told you to kneel."

The steely tone in the King's voice indicated to you that it was no blague. You finally gave in and sank to your knees, a quiver in your actions from weariness. Seonghwa smirked as he watched you comply, petting the top of your head. Whether it was in encouragement or to assert his dominance over you, you couldn't tell. It was apparent that you weren't used to being forced into submission like this... And by God, Seonghwa was going to use that fact and run it straight into the ground.

"As I said, you're no slave. Such a shame that you aren't." Grumbled the King, squatting down so that your faces were even, calloused fingertips lingering upon your dainty jaw.

"I'd rather die than serve you."

An exasperated sigh tumbled from Seonghwa's plush lips, and a hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Then, he chuckled.

"So be it."

Rising from his position in front of you, he placed his hands on his hips as his eyes oscillated around the deliciously decorated throne room. He did this to create time and revise his next course of actions. Then, a firm foot planted itself into your chest, sending you reeling backward until your back was flush to the expensive marble. The King wasted no time as he straddled your torso, pressing your arms apart and pinning them to the floor using his knees. Seonghwa's hair fell into his face from such sudden actions and obscured his view, but posed no threat to the Crown's navigation as fingers enveloped your neck.

"You can wish me dead and hate your life, expecting me to do something about it. The simple fact is, my pet, you are my property. I own you. Every organic thought that riddles that head of yours is because I will it to be so." Seonghwa spits in your face. Usually, he wasn't the one to show all of his cards, but he refused to be disrespected inside his own castle. "You can spend your days in a cell, if you'd rather."

You flinched as saliva landed on your face, hatred, and disgust filling your stare, but no words of defense on your own behalf rolled off your sharp tongue — despite the turmoil raging within you being incredibly apparent (or, maybe, you were pathetically transparent). Recalling the chilly iron that bound your limbs earlier, a shiver crept up your spine. You had no quarrel with the bottom of the King's boot. Your wide eyes watched every move that the King made.

Despite the hatred that burned for the sadistic ruler, from below him, Seonghwa could see how your nipples had hardened — even through the tattered apparel you wore. And, fuck, did this inflate the King's ego. A wicked grin spread across the bottom half of Seonghwa's visage as a fire bloomed from his otherwise icy gaze. Once you realized that Seonghwa took notice of your blooming arousal, a deep blush seeped into your face and radiated to the tips of your ears. You parted your lips, and attempted to flounder for some sort of explanation, but instead, lie beneath Hwa with your mouth opening and closing as if you were a fish out of water.

"Do you genuinely think you are worthy of me, girl?" Asked Seonghwa through a smirk as his eyes scanned your blush riddled visage. His booming voice filled the room, instilling humiliation into your bones. This only added fuel to the heat that pooled between your legs. Could the entire palace hear of your sexual appetite?

"I–..."

"You what? Spit it out, now." The sinister expression on his face deepened further when you answered with silence, your eyes wide as you met his gaze. Coltish, curious, afraid. "That's what I thought. Next time, I'll have to cut that pathetic tongue out of your mouth."

The King removed himself from the rumple the two of you were in and returned to his throne to sit. Again, his knees parted as his feet were planted on the floor before him. He pointed to this space, waiting for you to comply with the unspoken orders given. Knock-kneed and cautious, you peeled yourself off the floor and closed the space between yourself and Seonghwa. Placing your hands on his thighs in order to brace yourself, you sank to the ground just as the King expected of you. Suddenly, and humorously to the King, submission began to settle into your bones as need clawed at your groin. It was evident in your eyes.

With his right hand, Seonghwa reached forward and slipped a few fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head back and forcing eye contact. "What is your purpose?"

Your eyebrows came together at the obscurity of the inquiry, but you still stammered out a response, "To become Queen...?" And there was honesty in your meek answer. All of your God given life consisted of how to be a good ruler, and what it meant to be a Queen. So, your answer was genuine, though confusion lilted your words. A smirk toyed at Seonghwa's lips, and he nodded as your response processed in his mind.

The King leaned forward until his lips were flush with your ear; hot breath fanned your face. His serpent tongue slithered from between his lips to lick the shell of your ear before he brought himself to speak.

A husky whisper, "When I'm through with you... I will be your purpose."

The fire of acrid hate dwindled to simmering coals within you. Instead of fueling your abhorrence, the warmth fed into the pool of feverishness that gathered in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of ignominy and hedonism caused tears to well in your eyes, though you were quick to blink them away. Never had you been subjected to something like this — and never did you think that you would yearn for a man in such ways like you did now. This was especially conflicting to you because you didn't even know what Seonghwa looked like until you entered the same room as him.

Admittedly, you were floored when you first took in Seonghwa's appearance. From the talk amongst soldiers and townspeople when he frequented the market just outside of the castle, or stalked the long corridors that lie within the royal walls, their conversations of the King hovering over him lead him to believe that — perhaps — this King was a sea hag, or worse... Tales of his iron fist and cold eyes frightened you, thus leading you to never pursue any additional information regarding King Park Seonghwa and his tyrannical reign. Now that you taking in the King with your own eyes, he was, in fact, not the sea hag you had once imagined.

Instead, you were met with a man with a strong physique, obviously a warrior, and scars riddling his skin as proof. His raven locks hung in messy waves, framing his face beautifully. He had an angular face with dragon-like eyes that could pierce right through you. There was no denying that he was a stunning man. And his lips — . . .

Now, you sat positioned between the thighs of this devilishly handsome King, face burning with the heat of desire and embarrassment. Your eyes fell to the King's lap, your tongue growing thick in your mouth as you ached to reach out and remove the article of clothing, to reveal what lie beneath. From what you could gather in the few fleeting moments that his eyes were focused, the King was eager to give in to your carnality before a demanding grip drew your eyes back up to meet Seonghwa's.

Why do I feel this way? You questioned yourself, as you instinctively nuzzle your chin into Seonghwa's grasp. Deciding not to question it any longer and cave into your lewd cravings, you let out a soft whine to voice the need that was already addressed silently; after all, this is why Seonghwa wore that cocky smirk that drove you headfirst into compliance.

Of course the King noticed the lingering eyes on his crotch as he sat back from his position at your ear. The want that reflected in your stare made the King want to press his thighs together, but he couldn't do that since you sat between them. Instead, he released your jaw and shifted in his seat in order to fulfill your wish for your mouth to be invaded. His jewel-adorned hand rested lightly against the armrest as he gathered his thoughts.

"It seems we both have needs that demand they be sated." The King began, licking his lips to moisten them. Excitement gnawed at you and this eagerness was mirrored in your glassy eyes — the kind of look that Seonghwa wished to ruin. His smirk transitioned into a salacious grin, "You look ravishing this way, pet. What is your purpose?" He questioned again, an eyebrow raising expectantly.

"You."

Seonghwa drew his hand from its perch on the armrest so he could pull back and land a sharp, open-palmed slap across your face. The same decorated fingers leveled your head before pulling away and returning to the position he was in prior. "Who am I?"

Silence. Then, realization. "My King."

"Good girl," was the response. "what is your purpose?"

"You are."

"Worship me as so."

You took this as a clearance to act upon your cravings, and you sprung into action. Cold fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the fabric that caged the King's demanding sex. You tugged the front down to release his hardened erection, wanting to keep the King's modesty as he sat upon his royal chair... despite the want to be splayed out by him right on the floor. You halted as Seonghwa's cock was presented to you, your warm breath ghosting against the King's sensitive skin.

Just as Seonghwa was about to intervene, you dipped your head as you took the tip of Hwa's length into your mouth. Your mouth was warm, and tantalizingly wet as his hardened cock disappeared between plump lips. Electricity traveled across the King's skin, down his muscled thighs, and into his stomach. This time, an ornate hand carded its way into your hair. He pushed your head down to swallow more of his cock, impatience getting the best of him. You didn't mind though, and only braced yourself for more.

You knew what you were doing. You played him like a fiddle as your head bobbed along the King's cock, tongue flattened and molded to the underside of Seonghwa's excited shaft.

Hwa's head fell to the side, clear ecstasy written across his features. That didn't prevent the King from keeping his eyes on you, to watch your performance. The hand in your hair moved to cup the back of your head. His hips lifted from the throne on their own accord, assaulting the back of your throat with sloppy thrusts.

"You make your King feel so good, pet," muttered Seonghwa just before his teeth sank into his lower lip. "look at me as you please me."

You drew back to give attention to the head of his cock, tongue running along Seonghwa's slit and lapping up the pre-cum that dribbled out. At the King's demand, your eyes raised and leveled with Seonghwa's. Before he could realize, Hwa was teetering on the edge of his climax — so, he breathed out a warning, "Shit, I'm gonna —. . ."

You doubled down, arms slithering up into Seonghwa's lap until nimble fingers gripped at the King's waist, nose nestled into the cloth of Seonghwa's trousers as you took all the King's cock into your mouth. A rumbling moan emanated from Hwa as he released, your mouth milking him for what he was worth.

You pulled yourself off of the King with a delicious and all-too-intentional 'pop' and wiped your pleased smirk on your sleeve. Expectant eyes met Seonghwa's darkened ones, his eyebrows lowering as he read your expression.

"I suppose you're expecting me to do something to provide you relief?" Asked the King, his head falling back to rest on the back of the chair for a few moments. He readjusted his trousers as he came down from his climax.

"Yes, please, Your Majesty." You replied. Excitement lit up your gaze, and you shifted in place.

Seonghwa shot up in his seat, shoulders squared and clearly defensive. Such a change in demeanor would surely give someone whiplash. Now, you understood what everyone meant.

"Why should I give you anything? You're property. You think your Godly tongue will buy you anything, mewling quim?" The tip of Seonghwa's boot trailed up the inside of your thigh and dug the toe of his shoe into your clothed crotch. Not expecting such friction, especially because of the outburst that exploded from Seonghwa a moment ago, a whimpering moan bellowed from you, hips immediately jerking forward to seek out the contact. "As I said: you are undeserving of me."

You nodded in agreement whilst grating your hips aggressively against the tip of the King's shoe — anything to flood your body with the ecstasy that you were experiencing now. It was almost embarrassing at how fast you fell apart, writhing in the floor and uttering gentle curses as you were edged towards your own orgasm. Your fingers latched onto Seonghwa's pant leg as the radiating heat seeped down your thighs and caused your toes to curl.

Your body pulsated as you came, muscles clenching and eyes screwing shut. Seonghwa placed a majority of his weight on your clothed cunt now, wanting to enhance your orgasm as you came. Removing his foot from your clothed pussy, the dark place on the fabric displayed your pleasure. The hint of a grin tugged at the corners of Seonghwa's lips, but he stood and pulled you to your feet — earning a soft cry in protest from you.

"Go have the maids clean you up. I expect to see you at dinner." He pulled you to his chest, his hand pressing into the small of your back. "Whatever happens remains in this room, understood?"

"Mm." You hum in agreement, clinging to the King as your knees were too unreliable due to your orgasm.

"Good, now leave my presence."

Stumbling over your feet, you made your way to the heavy doors that previously closed the two of you off to the rest of the castle. Your sex-pinked skin revealed the activities that took place behind the closed doors. If not your complexion, the stain on your tattered clothes, or the languid grin and half-lidded gaze would be telling enough.

Pausing with a hand on the door, you threw a shy glance at Seonghwa from over your shoulder, just before slipping through. "Your Majesty."

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[bvidzsoo]

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⟡ Husband!Jongho ⟡

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Choi Jongho x female reader

∞ Warning: suggestive, violence, torture, death, cursing

∞ Word count: 2.5k

∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, marriage of convenience!au, established relationship!au

∞ Summary: Always hungry for more, in a world full of men who fought for more power, you might have just hit the jackpot by coming to an agreement and marrying the country's mafia leader's son. Soon, Jongho and you will be the one leading all.

∞ A/N: Second part of my so-called mafia drabble mini-series is up, and I quite like this one, I can't lie hihi. Despite the warnings, I haven't detailed anything too much, so it's not very graphic. Next I'll post either Seonghwa or Wooyoung, I'll see who's plot I'm feeling more. I'll point out once again that I won't be starting a taglist for this mini-series, so you'll have to lurk around ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and pls let me know your thoughts about it, I love reading your feedback, always!

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∥ Hongjoong ∥ Seonghwa ∥ Yunho ∥ Yeosang ∥ San ∥ Mingi ∥ Wooyoung ∥ Jongho ∥

            The quietness of the building would have been eerie if I didn’t know men hid around every dark corner, cameras encompassing the whole building. However, to those unknowing, it gave the false sense of aloneness. In my world, there are eyes on you always, even when you least expect it. And in a notorious mafia leader’s den, you better prepare yourself to face horror upon horror, rats upon rats. And not the animals, but mere peasants—low in the hierarchy of our world—who thought they could outsmart their leader and gain something by ratting them out to other gangs and syndicates. Except, that’s not how it works in our world, at least not in my husband and mine’s.

My heels clicked loudly against the concrete stairs as I ascended them, fur coat slipping from my shoulder as I held my little purse in one hand. It was slightly warmer up here, and more well lit compared to the downstairs. I rounded the corner and was met with two tall men, gazing straight ahead, until I stopped in front of them and caught their attention. Recognition flashed behind their eyes instantly. It wasn’t too often I stopped by the warehouse, I preferred fancy places and not beaten down lairs that had insects crawling around. Both figuratively and literally.

“Ma’am.” Both men bowed their heads in unison, eyes staying glued to the floor as I smiled, allowing my fur coat to slip down my shoulders.

“Do you mind putting this away for me?” I asked with a sweet tone, extending the expensive fur coat towards the man standing to my left.

“No, ma’am, it will be in your office this instant.” The man bowed his head again before he turned right and took off hurriedly, headed for my office. Well, it wasn’t my office per se, but my husband was sweet enough to let me have a decent sized room in this gloomy warehouse of his for when my presence was mostly needed. Like tonight.

“Is he in his office?” I asked as I looked towards the large oak doors at the end of the hallway, but the remaining security guard just shook his head.

“No, ma’am, he’s in the chamber.”

“Ah.” I chuckled, looking down towards the dark hallway on my left, suddenly registering the soft classical music that was coming from the only room down there. The chamber, or, better known, the torture room. For some reason, the men working here avoided calling it that and it had always amused me. Tough, bulky, fearless men uncomfortable to call it the torture room? It’s rather comedic, taken what their jobs in my husband’s empire require most of times from them. I offered the guard another sweet smile before throwing my purse over my shoulder, holding its paper-thin strap decorated with the finest diamonds on Earth, “I’ll be on my way, then.”

The guard bowed his head deeply and as I took off, the sound of my heels echoing around us, the soft classical music louder the further I walked down the hallway. The long sleeve of my dress did an amazing job at keeping the chill in the air away from my body, the fabric a black velvet and really warm. It was a present from my dearest husband, not even a week ago. I had gotten him a necklace filled with diamonds, and so, he felt it necessary to return the offer by buying me something pretty. He knows I have a weakness for long sleeved black velvet dresses with a deep V-cut. I chuckled as I stopped in front of the white door, the screams of whoever was behind the door not so quiet anymore. The music from up-close wasn’t loud enough to mask the pained moans anymore. I gripped the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

There was a stale smell in the room and my eyebrows furrowed as I shielded my nose, the stench of blood familiar yet still disgusting. The clicking of my heels was masked by the overly loud screams of the man as I walked further inside the room, looking to my left. A man that looked slightly familiar was strapped down to a table, a drill buzzing as it rammed against his leg, no less into his bone. I shot him a pitiful look, the man begging louder and louder for it to stop as he noticed me. But in this den full of lions, I wasn’t the boss. It was my husband.

Choi Jongho.

Looking ahead, I was greeted with the familiar sight of him, relaxed into his leather armchair, swirling his bourbon around in his glass. I smiled at him sweetly as I slowly approached him, stepping on black carpet as Jongho watched me with attentive eyes, slightly darker in this lightning than they actually were. It made me grin in satisfaction when I noticed the diamond necklace around his neck, the top of his shirt undone. Well, that certainly was a delicious sight.

I came to a stop in front of the man, grin morphing into a smirk as he further parted his legs, grabbing my wrist to pull me to stand between them. Jongho took another gulp of his bourbon before placing the empty glass on the little table he had by the armchair, letting his head fall back as he looked up at me, sharp eyes trailing up from my legs to my eyes, biting his lower lip once we made eye contact.

“You look pristine for someone who’s torturing somebody.” My voice was low, perhaps sultry for such setting, but then again, I always found joy in toying with my dear husband when the situation wasn’t too fit for it.

“Hoshi just left, I wanted to be the one finishing the job.” Jongho’s usually angelic voice was now low, baritone rumbling his chest. I licked my lips, completely distracted by my husband as the screaming man’s voice became quite bearable after a while. I’ve heard people louder and more awful than him, to be fair.

“Of course,” I chuckled softly and gulped down a gasp as I was yanked down in Jongho’s lap, him sitting up properly as he circled my waist with his arm, leaning incredibly close to my face, “you love other people doing your dirty work for you, just to be the one to finish it.”

“If I have hired them, I expect them to do their part of the deal, you know.” Jongho muttered, eyes glued to my glossy lips. I had decided to try out a new lip gloss tonight, it tasted like strawberries. The man’s pained screams became rather pathetic by now as he continued wailing, the sound blending together with Jongho’s favorite musical piece. My husband has always loved a good opera.

“Care to tell me why the man looks familiar?” I threw a glance towards the tortured person on the table as I reached up, fingers tangling into Jongho’s black roots, softly pulling on them as his eyes fluttered just a little.

“He used to be my intel man,” Jongho’s voice was airy, but he gulped and his jaw clenched when my fingers pulled a little harsher at the hair on his nape, “turns out he was the rat sending information to my father.”

I scoffed, jaw clenching as I turned to look at the man laying strapped down to the table. So, he was the reason why Jongho’s, and subsequently my, affairs kept getting sabotaged, “Took you long enough to find him.”

“Don’t mock me, woman.” Jongho snapped, grabbing my jaw and turning my head back to face him, “I worked faster than your pathetic excuses of goons did, didn’t I?”

“No need to get so worked up, honey,” I chuckled, leaning so close our noses brushed together, “however, you could have been smarter about this.”

When Jongho said nothing just raised his eyebrows, his right hand slipping from my waist to my ass to squeeze, I smirked at him, leaning close to his ear, “You should have kept him alive and fed him with false intel, fucked with your father a little, you know?”

When I went to pull back, Jongho gripped my nape and held me in place, lips brushing lightly against my exposed ear as my hair was pulled back in a low bun, “I would have done that if my father already didn’t know that I had found out about this little fucker.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, Jongho’s musky scent mingling with the stench of blood making my stomach tighten as I leaned back, the hand holding his nape sneaking towards his neck as I started toying with the necklace I had gifted him, “So, when are we going after you father?”

“As soon as your brother bites down on our trap.” I smirked, excited for the day to come as Jongho’s large palm squeezed my ass once, before softly making me stand up. I knew what he wanted without saying a word, and I grinned as I grabbed my forgotten purse off the floor, opening it. I made sure to bend down just the right amount in front of Jongho, my dress ridding up but not to the point of showing my ass, and I heard him suck in a harsh breath. Bingo, men are so easy. My favorite handgun glinted in the light and I blew Jongho a kiss before walking towards the screaming man, hips swaying in a way I knew would have Jongho hard in no time.

You see, our marriage wasn’t out of love, it wasn’t even close to that of a forced one. Our marriage was of convenience, both of us hungry for more and determined to do whatever we had to in order to get to the top. Jongho’s father, the most powerful mafia head in the country, and my brother, the second most affluential man of our country, were our targets. Once both were gone, Jongho and I would be ruling over everyone and everything in this damned country. And we were so close to finally getting what we wanted, five years of hard and diligent work finally getting repaid as his father was getting sloppy with his trades, and my brother arrogant to the point he was making banal mistakes even a newbie wouldn’t make. Soon, the empire would be mine—and Jongho’s. Soon, people would be bowing down at our feet, begging for their sins to be forgiven.

I stopped by the man’s side and turned the drill off, his screams ringing for a few more seconds until just his sobs were heard. His body was covered in wounds and bruises as it convulsed, he was as good as dead at this point. I sighed, feigning sadness as I stepped back, walking to the foot of the table, undoing the safety of my handgun. The man’s eyes widened when he registered my presence at his feet, but before he could make a sound, the bullet had already pierced his skull, the silencer on my handgun masking the sound and its lethalness. Claps resounded in the room, the classical music finally over, and I rolled my eyes and turned around. Jongho had an amused smile on his face as he stopped clapping, holding my purse as I slowly walked back towards him, eyes narrowing when he extended his palm, silently asking for my handgun. I reluctantly placed it in his hand and we shared a prolonged stare, our thoughts no doubt the same. If he killed me now, he’d be the next mafia head and yielder of all business. But he placed my handgun inside my purse and then gently placed that on the small table, next to his glass.

As I went to cross my arms in front of my chest and demand to know why he had flown oversees without letting me know first, I was yanked down in his lap again, this time failing to silence my gasp. I steadied myself using his firm shoulders, thighs resting on both sides of his hips, the leather soft against my naked skin. Jongho’s right hand rested on my left knee, slowly gliding up towards my thigh, his palm warm and yet rings cool against my skin. I gulped as Jongho smirked confidently, and quite smugly, leaning up to press our chests together.

“This dress drives me fucking insane,” He rasped, eyes staying glued to my exposed cleavage, “I’m glad I bought it for you.”

I chuckled, but didn’t allow myself to get sidetracked. I already knew Jongho and his tactics when he tried to avoid something, and it was always sex. Well, he wouldn’t get that until he did some explaining.

“Why did you go to Japan?” I raised an eyebrow, glaring down at him despite the way his hands were slowly creeping closer to my panties.

“Had to supervise some cargo before it got sent off.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

At his deadpan voice, I sneered and leaned in his face, glaring into his dark eyes, “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jongho. You have enough men to do that for you. If I find out you’re doing something behind my back, I will kill you.”

“Relax, love,” Jongho chuckled, hand slipping to my ass and kneading the flesh through the lacey panties I wore. I bit my lower lip, hiking myself a little higher up in his lap, “When I made my vows to you, I meant it when I said we’d stay together forever—unless you are conspiring behind my back, about to break my trust.”

“That’s not my style, and you know that.” I chuckled as Jongho’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, making me lick my lips just as he leaned up, closing the distance between us. It’s been a week since I last have felt his lips against mine, and I moaned against his mouth as he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it with a pop. But I didn’t allow him to pull back as I chased after his soft mouth, our lips moving messily as Jongho’s palm on my ass urged me to roll my hips against his already growing erection. I groaned into his mouth, slipping my tongue past his lips when he opened up enough, our tongues dancing together as he let me explore his hot mouth. His free hand caressed my hip before slowly trailing up my body, cupping my breast and squeezing as I moaned again, gyrating my hips in the right way, slow and teasing, knowing well that Jongho would lose his cool in the next ten seconds. And as I bit his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth and biting hard on it, his eyes flew open and he hissed, all but almost ripping my panties apart as he yanked them down, urging me to raise slightly up as I smirked, kissing all the way from his jaw up to his ear, taking his earring between my teeth as I licked at his earlobe with my tongue.

The world wasn’t ready for our empire.

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[meltingmidas]

110.0%

Paring: Uni Professor!Hwa x Uni Student!Reader

CW: DomHwa/SubReader, SLIGHT choking, oral m. receiving, degrading, dumbification, hair pulling, Hwa is mean lol (pls lmk if I missed anything!)

WC: 810

Midas’s Notes: Woah Hello!! This is my first ever fic! I apologize for the mess, I’m still trying to set up my theme and structure for this acc..I hope you guys enjoyed my mediocre writing, please leave critiques and tips, or just anything you liked/would like to see more of!! 🫶🏻

🔞 Below 🔞

You never thought you’d be in this position, between your professors legs, hands tight behind you with a belt, kissing the tip of his cock as your own spit runs down your chin. “Come on, I know you can take more, slut. After all, this is your grade we’re dealing with.” Seonghwa snarks, harshly tugging your hair as he forced your head down on him. Your eyes pricking with tears, you try and think back to where you went wrong. Was it when you interrupted his “meeting”, only to find his own hard cock thrusting into his hand, whispering curses as he watches precum leaking into his fingertips. Surely not, maybe he wanted to get caught, knowing you had scheduled tutoring with him that evening.

You realize too late that you’ve halted your actions, leaving your lips just above his twitching length. Your thoughts interrupted by being pulled up, and a hand tightly holding your cheeks up to face him. “Did I tell you to stop?” He questions, a sharpness to his tone. You stammer, “N-no Seon-“ before you finish, he tightens his hold on you, “Address me correctly,” he leans towards you, just inches away from your face, “Did I tell you to fucking stop?” Seonghwa questions you again, his eyes cutting through you. “No, Sir. Please, I’ll do better” you answer, not caring about how desperate you sound. A smirk stretches on his lips, a satisfied sigh leaving him as he watches your head bob up and down on him. “Who knew I had such a cock whore in my class?” Seonghwa says as he plays with your hair, laughing when he hears soft gagging leaving your throat.

“All this for a better grade on a paper you did quite well on, did my student expect this?” He confronts you, his light hair touches turning into fistful tugs. “I see your glances, I see how lustful you are. It’s quite amusing, but sexy, I’ll admit”. He quirks his head to the side, admiring the view below him, “You know how many women would love to be in your position? All of the students who would only dream for this to happen?” He pushes your head down a little harder this time, his hips thrusting up to where your nose hits the base of his cock.

“You really had to dumb yourself down just to get here, huh?” He prods, “You fell from a 109.7% to a 87.9%, I wonder why?” Seonghwa adds a fake concern to his voice while glancing at your past test papers. “Oh well, you’re getting what you wanted, dirty whore.” He spits, every harsh comment rushing to your core, you feel yourself getting more wet with every word. You moan into his cock as you flatten your tongue, making sure your stretch it as far and wide as you can, earning a small moan leaving his mouth.

You look up to him with glossy eyes, meeting his sharp ones. His glasses shine in the dim lighting, his slick black hair messy from running his fingers through it all day. He’s hot. He’s so, unbelievingly hot. “Like the view? I do too, darling. Not everyday I see a stupid bitch below me” he says as he pulls your head up, finally allowing you to take a deep breath. He pumps himself a few times, watching your eyes glance between his dick and his face. A groan leaves him, a smile dancing across his lips. “You gonna let me cum on your pretty face? Ruin that pretty makeup you probably spent hours on just for me?” He sighs when he feels your lips connect to his red tip. You nod eagerly, a rush racing up your spine, a heat pooling straight to your pussy. You swirl around the tip of him, lightly sucking when you hear him hiss above you.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, open up pretty girl” he says as he reaches to pull your hair, pulling your gaze up off his dick. A soft “pop” leaves your mouth, as you unconsciously stick your tongue out, you watch him vigorously pump a few more times, before a string of “Fuck” leaves his mouth, and ropes of thick white cum drape over your nose, lips, and tongue. You smile as you hear him groan, he finishes draining himself of his seed all over your delicate features. He sighs, his hand releasing the tight grip he had on your hair to hold your cheek. He rubs his cum into your cheek, and gathers onto his thumb to bring to your lips. You obediently oblige, sucking and licking it clean. He huffs, “Good girl. What do you say?” You smile, kissing his thumb as it leaves your mouth. “Thank you Sir.” Needless to say your grade is now 110.0%, and you’re excited to see him next session.

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[aclowntiny]

Hi! First of all, belated congrats on the 800 followers! 🥰🥰

Can you pls do how ateez would react to you calling them pretty boy? would they find it funny, get a bit emotional, be confused..

Thank you! ❤️

No, thank YOU 🥰 Ooh I can SO see some of the reactions already, truly a full spectrum here 😆 let’s get this 🍞! Warning: a bit suggestive in two, super silly in another 🤡

Ateez When You Call Them ‘Pretty Boy’

Hongjoong

You’d asked if it was a good day to pay a visit to the studio, and it was. Grabbing Hongjoong’s coffee order for him, your favorite for yourself, and an extra little treat to split, you swung by to see the hardworking man you adored.

“How’s it going, pretty boy?”

Your words fell out affectionate, honeyed as your eyes were when they fell upon your love.

“Good, beautiful.” Hongjoong replied instantly, but you can see the way his face ducks out of your view with a wide, shy smile.

“Good,” you repeated, “I brought you some caffeine and sugar to keep you going.”

“First I’m pretty, now this? No wonder I thought I was dreaming when you walked in,” Hongjoong replied, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Swinging open the door with sugar coating your words and gaze as you had, you couldn’t help the flush you felt creep across your cheeks when it was handed right back to you. “Oh, stop it,” you waved off his compliment.

“You started it,” the love of your life shook his head and smiled, pulling you down into his lap, arms snaking around you, “so let me keep it going, hm?”

“Ok, pretty boy.” You couldn’t see Hongjoong without twisting, but as you rested your hand against his cheek you could feel warmth, smiling with satisfaction.

Seonghwa

“I-I don’t know, (y/n), what do you think?” Seonghwa was trying on a new outfit, something similar to a photoshoot ensemble he’d be modeling, and if his tight posture was anything to go off of confidence wasn’t running high.

Not that you could understand why- his body proportions, intense eyes, skill at owning a concept, all of them blew you away. “Are you kidding?” You waved an arm over him as he stood beneath a corporate dressing room spotlight. “You look amazing in that! You’re so tall and handsome they’ll beg you to switch to modeling. I know you’re feeling shy about the crop too, but there’s no reason to, pretty boy.”

With a glance down, Seonghwa repeated your words shyly.

Pride colored your smile as you took a step closer. “Beautiful man.”

“(Y/n), stop it,” he chided sheepishly, but all that did was encourage you.

“Why, scared of the truth?” Your hands found the collar of his top, tugged you closer in.

His ears were red. “No, I just…I do really appreciate it. Sometimes I worry my body could be better or that I won’t work the concept well or… I don’t know.”

“We all feel that way, hun, but trust me when I say you’re stunning, ok?”

Seonghwa’s eyes returned to yours, pink still dusting his cheeks as he smiled at you, your hands still on his chest. “Well, if I’m stunning, then you’re positively celestial.”

Celestial? Alright, then it was your turn to blush as Seonghwa pulled you into a quick, messy hug before disappearing back behind the black dressing room curtain.

Yunho

You crawled on top of Yunho where he lay flat, one hand propping up his head.

“Joining me?”

“If I may,” you teased, hovering above him in a rooting splay of limbs.

“Anytime,” he remarked, the hand not resting behind his head finding the small of your back and gently coaxing you all the way down, “you’re my favorite blanket, you know.”

“And you’re my favorite pillow.” You breathed in response before leaning in for a kiss, one Yunho deepened immediately, sending you gasping into his parted lips and fixing him with a wide-eyed smile of disbelief as you pulled slowly apart. “Little warning next time, pretty boy?”

The teasing glint in your eyes was contagious, it seemed, twinkling in Yunho’s as well. One corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “What did you call me?”

No beating around the bush, not if that was how he was playing it. “Pretty boy,” you repeated with a smirk of your own, one hand sassily supporting your chin.

Before you knew it, Yunho’s hands had encircled your hips and he slid out from beneath you, taking your place as the one hovering over. The bed creaked beneath each shift, the newfound pressure of his elbows.

“Call me that one more time, I dare you.”

You dared.

Yeosang

“Do you mind grabbing me a water while you’re up?” Those words came from Yeosang, your boyfriend, as he reclined on the dorm couch, a long day of work settling into his bones. Even in a somewhat tired state, he was gorgeous, his jawline accented by the way his head tilted back against the vertical cushions.

From the kitchen, you looked upon him fondly, not even tearing your eyes away to pop open the refrigerator and produce the requested bottle, your fingers closing around a familiar cold and plucking it forth. You made your way back to the living room with anticipation glimmering in your eyes.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

At those words, Yeosang sat up. “What?”

“I said whatever you say, pre-”

“No, I heard you, I just…” He tilted his head like a cat, lifting a giggle from you. “I don’t know how to take that.” Yeosang’s face was serenely blank, only the tiniest hint of a furrow across his brow.

“Take it as a compliment. Or would you prefer ‘handsome man’ next time?” You ask, leaning an arm on the edge of the couch, head ducking closer to his.

Looking satisfied, Yeosang nods, a little smile playing on his lips. “That’s right.”

“Alright,” you tease, playfully swatting him, “getting a little bit cocky, are we, pretty boy?”

“I thought we agreed on-” You cut him off by presing your lips on his.

San

Faintest strands of light filtered into the room through the blinds, but they were not nearly enough to pierce the fluttering lids of your content eyes. San lay at your side, pressed just about as close as humanly possible to you, his nose gently nuzzling into your neck as if he could breathe you in.

His arm was thrown around you, your legs tangled in a mess of pooling pajama fabric upon the mattress.

“(y/n)?” Something about the way the little rays struck his shining hair, the utter content in his voice, his dark eyes peering upon you, had your heart soaring.

“Yes, pretty boy?” You replied before even thinking about it, the first sweet words that came to you rolling forth. He gave pause, lips parted soundlessly as his gaze softened even more- if that was possible.

Eyes shining, San broke into the widest of smiles, adorable dimples revealing themselves as he wrapped both hands around you. “You- you really think-”

An involuntary giggle escaped you at his surprise, the heart-fluttering way he clung to you, but your response came as immediately as the endearment itself. “Of course.”

“I can’t even begin to tell you how beautiful you are to me,” San replied, tone soaring with emotion, “but this moment right here is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. Thank you…just for being you. I love you, (y/n).”

Your gaze shyly flitted between the sheets and San’s loving eyes as you smiled. “I love you, too, pretty boy.”

Mingi

The two of you are play-fighting, just halfway to having a fake wrestling match when you land a soft “blow” on his chest. “Take that, pretty boy!”

“Pretty boy? Coming from the most beautiful?”

At that point he’s frozen, you’re frozen, both of you are just staring at each other. Mingi’s ears have gotten a bit red. And all at once everything in you gives into the flush of his words, your head falling shyly onto his chest.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now,” he says, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin.

“Ok,” you agree, leaning forward to connect your lips, smiling as Mingi’s arms wrap around you.

You lower your joined bodies down, and the moment you separate, Mini giving you a lovestruck grin, you press a hand to his chest, lightly pinning him down. “I won.”

“Nope, you kissed me,” Mingi argues, leaning his forehead against yours, “so I’d say I won.”

Wooyoung

In all honesty, you thought you were being sexy. Wooyoung and you were tossing banter back and forth, then you crossed your arms stubbornly and hit him with the holy grail of corny fanfic flirts: “Oh yeah, what’s it to you, pretty boy?”

His eyes widen, though, and soften. “You think I’m pretty?”

Of course the first thought crossing your mind is to clarify, to object on the grounds of be more turned on, but as you fix your gaze on him Wooyoung looks so…enamored? Overjoyed? You just can’t kill his enthusiasm because hey, he’s not wrong in the slightest.

“Of course I do,” you agree, banter almost entirely forgotten now in place of a more earnest tone, “you’re surprised?”

“I guess a little,” he replies, sliding over to your side to kiss your cheek, “but I’m happy. Someone as beautiful as you really thinks I’m pretty too!”

Jongho

How had it even started? Someone teased someone, you were sure, but nearly all your thoughts had faded, your entire being focused into the pumping of your legs as you ran from Jongho’s chase, a mad little laugh escaping you as you rounded a tight corner.

Venturing a swivel of your head, you saw Jongho bearing quickly upon you. Curse his soccer legs, the man was a fast runner. Speed would not be your method of victory.

Evasion, then. Eyeing the kitchen, you sprang up onto the counter like a cat, folding your legs as you scooted into the corner where cabinets met just enough distance above the smooth surface for you to compact into. Folding your legs into a froglike crouch, you smirked at Jongho as he barreled into the kitchen after you. “What are you going to do now, pretty boy?”

The moment the words reverberated from you, Jongho’s nose was wrinkling in apparent disgust. “Pretty boy? Oh, that is it.”

Without warning, he scooped you back off the counter and into his arms, holding your back to his chest as you protested. “Why do you have to be so strong?”

“I thought you loved it,” he replied, breath warm against your ear with each of his teasing words. You could feel his heartbeat against your back from all the running.

“I do, but I also like winning,” you pouted.

“Too bad,” Jongho chuckled as he spun you around into a kiss.

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[hwaightme]

Take me back

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR BIKER!HWA’S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)

🏍️ pairing: biker!seonghwa x afab!gangster!reader 🏍️ genre: smut, pwp, exes to lovers, fluff, a little angst, romance, just two fools in love 🏍️ summary: you want to convince yourself that you do not need seonghwa, that your rejection is for the best, but when instead of another rose he is the one waiting by your door, you are not so sure. 🏍️ wordcount: 6.9k 🏍️ warnings/tags: biker!hwa, quick solo edit, language, hwa has grills, head over heels enamoured hwa, mention of contraband/dealing of illegal substances, rejection, knight on a bike courting you, discussion of gang activity, set in strictland, lmk if anything else 🏍️ a/n: why hello there <3 i am trying to get back into writing, and seonghwa + the song 'take me back'… transformed me. always, any notes, reblogs and comments are appreciated, much love~

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🏍️ nsfw tags: sub!hwa and soft dom!reader, no protection (wrap before you tap pls), oral (both giving and receiving), hints of scent kink but more for hwa's perfume, dirty talk, intense pet name content (baby, darling, sweetheart, love, pretty boy), praise both ways, riding/cowgirl, reader double orgasm, overstimulation, slight dumbification, creampie, implied cockwarming, cuddling and two people falling in love more and more with each passing second

It did not take much effort to figure out who left the solitary rose on the window sill, between floors three and five - an ironic nod to tradition despite the world moving in a four four time,  right on the stairwell that led to your apartment. A white rose sculpted to an ideal by nature and by a cosmetic selection, cut away and left a stilled beauty in full bloom, honoured to wilt in your presence. Picking it up with two fingers, you admired the careful handiwork employed to remove the thorns, because heaven forbid you were to hurt yourself. A smirk pricked at the corner of your lips, but you dared not reveal it - the admirer could be waiting just for this, and you were not feeling particularly merciful tonight. Twisting the rose a couple of times, noting the lack of any tears, breakage in the petals or even as much as a hint of browning due to thoughtless damage, you turned your attention to the stark white sheet of paper, neatly folded in half so as to conceal the contents. Though, who else would dare touch any gifts that were obviously left for you? Certainly not those who knew you, or knew of the admirer who was waiting for a single sign that you would accept the offerings. Opening up the note, you found a new selection of confessions written in poetic lines, ink meticulous, a permanence introduced in a neat and familiar hand, every stroke a cry for you, over you, a projection across the city in an attempt to win your heart. Just like last time, except this time the theme was the moon instead of the sun. The stars, the ocean waters, the air embracing you. If one were to paint a portrait through the words etched onto the pages that you had become a secret collector of, you would become the universe. All-encompassing and all-consuming, having permeated into the heart, soul and mind and turning into reason and motivation, you were the eternal muse. Gaze slowly drifting from the page and onto the dim, dark street outside, you looked out at the corner of the street, right to where it faded into a miniature intersection, leading to a shopping district that was long abandoned and shut down aside from a few underground businesses and repurposed buildings that a regular passer-by would, or should never visit. You would never admit it, but you had grown to expect the silhouette that waited for you, maybe even welcome it. A singular constant in your daily life, one that you hated to admit, but had transformed into a grounding, a tether to something less than madness.

It was not comforting, however. Far from it. The man who was leaning against his motorcycle, side profile distinguishable against the faint lights emanating from the far backdrop was someone who had brought you emotion. And just as the government had prescribed in its comically persistent propaganda, disease was human emotion. Whether one served the nation or was working against it, whether one was a public figure for peace or a private figure for war, the state of feeling was oftentimes a disadvantage. It was, most certainly, the case in your line of work, despite you never directly subjecting yourself to risk - you were not that foolish quite yet. But the dedication of the man in black, blue and silver was forcing you to reconsider. Eroding the boundaries you operated within, knocking on the barriers to find a hollow which he could break. One of these days you knew that Seonghwa was going to be the death of you. Or perhaps the revival. Folding the note tightly shut you pressed it against the rose’s stem, and holding both items between your fingers you began your ascent to the door of your apartment, keys dangling from their ring that was in your other hand.

Soon enough, you heard the rumbling of the engine; that same motorcycle which you had come to see more often than the supplies you managed. As you slid the key into the door, you shut your eyes, imagining Seonghwa’s journey away from your complex. How his glasses, those you had joked about being from a laboratory, would glimmer under the jittery neon of old signs and the fading streetlights. How he would accelerate at the end of the road, making a sharp turn to the right. The grip you had on the note and the rose tightened as you recalled the exhilarating feeling of having your arms wrapped around his sensational waist, feeling the toned muscle underneath his black tank top, snaking your hands, letting them roam his body as he struggled to contain himself and keep on driving. You paid the risk no mind - if anything, this risk was the one you preferred so much more, over any other you had to keep subdued under a brutal thumb. Wondering why your mind was so afflicted this evening, you raised the rose again, detecting nothing suspicious. It was only once you raised the note as close to your face as possible that you rolled your eyes and let a sigh escape you. Of course, the perfume. That damn sweet perfume, with hints of coffee and vanilla, one only he could wear, one that you swore you would never be able to rid yourself off, even if you were to burn the house down and shed your own skin. The memory would remain and you knew that if anywhere, anyone, anyhow would let this perfume enter your system, only Seonghwa would be on your mind. Cursing under your breath, you finally unlocked the apartment and entered, washed over with a sense of dread due to your evident proximity to the handcrafted abyss. It was only a matter of time that this game would end. 

Kicking your shoes off your feet and ambling to the living room, you approached the glass that you had positioned at the centre of the tiny dining table, taking out the rose you had previously received and replacing it with the new beauty. Mumbling a goodbye, simply to remind yourself of the fact that you could speak, more than anything, you let the flower disappear in the bin that was across the corridor, in the kitchen. You returned, regarding the white rose again, imprinting its every curve in your mind and hesitantly allowing yourself to compare the softness of the petals to your admirer’s lips, and moved to the cabinet off to the side. A contraband piece, unregulated, from someplace abroad that clearly had more daring, inspiring tastes than your home ever could, which was exactly why you had your loyal employees smuggle it along with the regular supplies to feed the insatiable demand of the sinful city that turned into bills for you. One door opened, another, a few numbers on a keypad pressed and you were in - one of the numerous safes hidden around the flat, the only ones that would stand the test of time, with this one containing the butterflies that plagued Seonghwa, those that he could not help but share with you, fighting pleas that you contained in steel. A cage for the emotions that the man stirred within you, your keeping of the notes supposedly out of sight and out of mind was the last resort for denial. You did not want to witness your demise, and yet, in the night when you were tossing and turning back and forth, illuminated by a hazy blue and grey, your retinas had every note burned into them and your brain would repeat every line back to you over, and over, and over again until you were lulled into a slumber, again, induced by the notion of the one man who you were trying your hardest to avoid. He was behind every corner, physical and spiritual. 

He was in the way you cleared away the dishes after eating, the ghost of his torso pressed against your back as he would leave a peppering of kisses over your shoulder, in the crook of your neck and stopping right over the jugular, caressing the sensitive skin with his breath. Seonghwa was in the way you lied down to bed, always occupying the same side, gliding under the sheets that, even though you had washed them, softened them time and time again, you swore still held his echoes - how your body tried to reignite the reminiscence of how his arm would languidly find purchase on your hips or waist, how he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, the shameless adoration tickling your cheek and colouring it in a faint blush. As you shut the safe with more aggression than anticipated, making the cabinet rattle from the impact, you shut your eyes, the sensation of the memory becoming too strong to handle. Seonghwa’s hands tracing abstract shapes on your stomach, sides, seemingly absent-mindedly trailing upwards to tease a timid gasp out of you, only to follow the curves and contours of your body down until he could have you in ultimate pleasure. And how, polite as ever, he would ask for it. Ask to touch you, beg for it unabashedly, recounting just how good he had been for you, how he would do anything for you, should you command him. 

Seonghwa’s blind faith in you, his trust in harmony between outlaws and the timelessness of your union was the very reason you stepped away. With every fibre of what you had remaining of your tainted heart you wished for him to find someone better, someone safer, as far as possible from the rotten criminal hydra of which you were one of the many heads. Part of you always held onto the hope that he would leave the city for good. You knew there were better places out there where he could thrive not as a gang member or a fiend of the roads, but as an artist, a dreamer. You had heard enough stories of lands across the oceans where the sun smiled down on those who walked the grounds there, and how people had choice. Desperately, you wanted Seonghwa to make the right one and leave. But all your senses were far too close to overpowering your rationality that served as the single stop sign for the both of you. The one flicker that would set the gasoline ablaze, and leave you two to burn, unable to turn back. Without bothering to turn on any lights, you felt for your bedroom, stripping off the clothes that screamed both business and dealing, and collapsing onto the covers. Hands tracing the lace of your lingerie, you mused what the man of your dreams and nightmares was up to, across the district, under the same omniscient and omnipresent moon, perhaps thinking of you. His name rolled off your tongue far too easily, too comfortably for it to be forbidden. You knew exactly what would happen should he appear instead of another rose, and this awareness - you feared.

As soon as you stepped into the complex, met with the ancient and occasionally flickering bulb that hung right above the entryway, barely outside of the swinging reach of the rusted metal door, you felt the air had shifted while you were gone. The first sign, however, you had caught onto a lot earlier, during your brisk walk down the street, where you caught sight of a familiar motorcycle parked some ways off to the side, obscured by the smog-dulled trees and coughing shrubbery, and only just peeking out from behind a couple of dumpsters. You had to give it to Seonghwa, the place he chose to hide the vehicle was one of the best in the vicinity, but it was not a surprise - something told you that he had your part of the city mapped out and committed to memory, judging by how easily he navigated every corner, and knew exactly where and when you could catch sight of his presence. Slowly, you stepped towards the stairs, trying to steady your breath, failing to ignore the accelerating pace of your heart. The drumming overtook you, pushing away any sense of control and commitment to rejection, and it was as if you could feel every capillary, every artery and vein being set on fire, oxygen being reduced to nothing, lungs screaming and smoke filling your skull. Leaden legs lifting themselves one step, another until you covered the first flight, making a turn. Forgetting to count, you let your instincts guide you, and even though you knew that you were not going to find them, you were half hoping for another rose and note, a secure arrangement that meant you could fool yourself into not feeling as strongly as you, in reality, did. Suddenly, your suit was too tight over your body, the collar digging into your flesh, the sleeves constricting. You wanted to melt away, sink into the floor, turn into concrete, into the walls or the particles that drifted with the drafts before you were to come face to face with what you were so adamant on denying, with whom you were so adamant on denying. The sturdy soles of your dress shoes resounded on the hard stone stairs, marking your arrival. There was no going back, not now, not ever. As soon as the door to your part of the complex closed, so did the door to a destiny without the man who you could now spot on the next flight of stairs, sat outstretched on the cold angularity, elbows perched on one step higher than his body, impeccably balanced while his legs, bent slightly, were stationed on the flat turning. As you regarded his form through the dark grey, sparse railings, taking in the gravity of his unbelievable presence he did not spare you a single glance, instead choosing to remain downcast, peering off to the side, at the merging of the wall and stairs, or maybe he was caught up in his own thoughts, much like you had been a few too many days and nights.

It was only when you stopped right in front of him, stock still, crossing your arms - be it in defence or in threat, did he look up at you, shattering your heart into an innumerable torrential downpour of pieces. Eyes hidden behind those clear visor glasses were misty, hinting at unspilled melancholia, unexpressed need that only you could tear out of him, a living energy that had always been a sacrifice to your being. At your feet, much like how he was now, even though the pose which he had found himself in was nothing like what he had meant in the notes, in the actions, in the past. Seonghwa pushed himself off the stairs, sitting up straighter, head tilting upwards to not break eye contact. Almost as though if he were to look away, you would evaporate. The buttoned up silver collar of his jacket, concealing a few chains underneath, was gently applying pressure to his neck as he moved without daring to make any excessive movements, including adjusting his clothes. The man determined that he was toeing a far too dangerous line to try his luck with confidence.

After so long, after so many roses, after so many secrets that he had spilled in his poetry he could not continue any longer. Gone were the days when your mirage was enough, a hallucinatory visitation in the middle of his day never did satisfy him, but out of fear of disappointing you, he never went ahead with his urges and the cries of every nerve cell. Distance. A hint of your existence, a glimmer of the lights in your apartment, a dismissive picking up of his gifts from the window sill - those were his only joys as of late, but even that was no longer enough. He wanted you. He needed you. He needed you like a man needed air, needed earth, water, and fire. Seonghwa marked too many days on his calendar, drove too many miles without there being one last hope. So he gave into a risk, and bet his own life on it. As he allowed himself to drown in your ethereal glow, the beautiful, pleading man only just caught onto the words that sliced through the months of silence.

“No rose this time?”

Seonghwa let out a breath he did not know he was holding, and reached out for your legs, pulling you closer to him in a desperate call. Wrapping his strong arms around you, he pressed his forehead into your thighs, only a bite of the lip holding him back from breaking apart. He could not care less if you were going to scold him for crumpling your outfit, or for staining it with tears if they were to spill, for it was worth it. You were real. You were here. You were speaking to him and regarding him. Practically falling onto you and at your feet, Seonghwa wanted to be as close as possible, blend with and into you. Taken aback by the suddenness of the lurch towards you, you could only hold your hands up and let the proximity intoxicate you. Staring down at the top of his head, you had to give up your equilibrium to the man if you were to stay standing. Stay above him. And yet, a stray hand found itself floating through and towards the dark, slicked back locks that your palms remembered far too well. As you followed the lines of each strand, digits grazing the scalp, gently patting the impossibly soft and luscious hair, Seonghwa breathed raggedly beneath you, shaking ever so slightly. For how long had he been keeping it in, you wondered. For how long had he been carrying the weight of feeling with him without letting it escape into public exposure. Gently, you hooked the glasses upwards, letting them rest on the top of his head - a gesture that made him look up once more, hands still clenched around the material of your trousers. A flush of pink across his face, glistening eyes and the beginnings of a waterfall marking his relief threatening to trickle down his cheeks. You noted how his lips parted a couple of times, almost like he was in search to find the right words to say to you, maybe he had even already found them, but none made their way to your auditory, remaining a pantomime. Seonghwa was waiting for everything, and his everything was you.

“Oh come on, Hwa, why are you- up. Let’s get up, yeah?” you motioned with both hands for him to get up, and when he would not follow took a hold of his forearms, tugging until he submitted to the request, more moisture rushing to the surface as he was now right here, level with you on the same ground, in one another’s arms like before, with his nickname turning to the most magical melody when you uttered it, “Hwa, no, don’t cry, baby, I can’t stand to see you hurting.”

Thumbs running under his gorgeous eyes, over the stunning smooth skin and hands stopping to cup his face, you admired him with a full heart, letting go of prior inhibitions. There was no point in trying to ignore what had always been, what you would never be able to escape. You hated how you made him feel this pain. You knew you were the instigator, it was obvious to anyone how you were the one who did not want to follow through with hardships and looked for an easy way out, only finding dead ends and lies in the process. His aroma embraced you in a hypnotising cloud, the same one that never left you. The addictive sweetness that you wanted more, more of until there was nothing remaining. Leaning closer to Seonghwa, you took it in, faces a mere centimetre apart, suspense on a single breath. 

“I’m sorry, I could not help it… I-”

“I should be the one who is sorry, baby, don’t say that,” he was too good for this world, you concluded yet again. The longer you knew Seonghwa, the more convinced you became that he was not meant for the city, nor for the life you or he led. You needed to work harder if that could mean buying your and his freedom out of this system.

“Sorry…” he mumbled again, unsteady, inching towards you until his nose brushed against yours. His gloved hands were securely under your suit jacket, toying with the fabric of your white shirt. You nudged him again, reassuring that he was doing everything right, that at least now, he was safe. With you, he was safe.

One of your hands etched the alluring edges of his jawline, travelling down his body and stopping at the jacket. Index finger under the collar, you tugged on the silver material, earning a deeper, expectant sigh from the man. As you snapped the button, pushing the outerwear apart to give you access to his accessories, you felt the metal - warm from the impossible heat oozing from Seonghwa, and slid your digits down the middle of the chest, stopping momentarily at the solar plexus, catching the erratic rhythm of his heart, so intense that you would not be shocked if it were to jump out at any second. You pulled at the black material of his tank top, forcing him to be up right against you, and to stop him from attempting to apologise any more, shifted attention to direct him by his chin. At your mercy, Seonghwa followed. Plush lips parted in anticipation, glossy orbs gaining a darker undertone in the palette contained within, he waited for your final say.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes. Damn, yes. So much. Too much.” he whispered feverishly, fingers digging into your hips as he sensed your intentions.

“In what ways did you miss me, Seonghwa darling?” knowing that he would achieve nothing if he were to close the gap now, your reawakened passion darted between watching how your mouth moved as you spoke, and studying your irises, head clouded by what had been, and what could be.

“In… every way.”

“Oh, baby, you’re going to have to be a lot more detailed than that.” you mumbled against his lips, leaning away just as he was about to instinctively seek you out.

“I… your company… your words…”

“Should I move? So we can talk?” you teased, jokingly trying to detangle yourself, but to no avail as Seonghwa’s hold got only stronger, and you felt the leather of his trousers fully aligned and pressed against yours. He was impatient, seeking any form of friction, and yet was still holding out well. 

“No… please Y/N.”

“Then tell me, what did you miss, exactly, so I can help you out?” an intensity behind the question threw Seonghwa off balance, making his head spin. Your newfound mastery of the dual renaissance bled onto the pages of the future, yet to be written, determined by every action.

“Your lips.”

“Mhm,” you leaned closer, planting a pack on his lips when he least expected it. Just enough to make him realise what you had done, but not any more, denying him the satisfaction of falling into you. Upon hearing his frustrated whine - music to your growing desire, you continued, “what else?”

“Your- your tongue.” he stuttered, eyelashes fluttering as he glanced everywhere except at you, all while rocking ever so slightly on the spot.

“Elaborate, sweetheart, or do I need to drag everything out of you?” you tightened your hold on his chin, dragging him back to you. 

“No. Goodness… this is embarrassing…” 

“Oh, is my poor baby getting shy? Since when? You always made such pretty sounds for me and now can’t tell me what you want. How am I supposed to take that, hm?” Seonghwa’s cheeks transformed before you, traversing every shade of pink before settling on the deepest hue, “will you be good for me, Hwa? Will you tell me what you missed?”

“I,” he paused, reconsidering, weighing his words, “I miss the way you make me lose my breath when you kiss me. I miss how you unravel me, ruin me with your tongue and mouth around my cock. I miss the feeling of you riding me, I love how every part of you and I is riddled in pleasure as I fill you up with cum and how you don’t stop until I am barely present, and then you bring me right back. I miss how you know me. How you- how you taste. I miss you, Y/N,” he shot at lightning speed, stumbling over his words as he revealed the scenes of his long-standing collections of fantasies that echoed from when you had lived heart to heart, body to body.

The depiction set you ablaze more fiercely than before, and any hints of fear were fully replaced by a carnal greed for the man before you. Need was an understatement. You redefined sin with your voiceless urgency, pushing yourself into Seonghwa’s arms fully, feeling a considerably stronger pressure against your hips where he was standing - clearly you were not the only one who was damning the existence of locks and doors that were barring you from direct access to your apartment.

“See, was that so hard? Now, let me show you how much I miss you.”

A rush, an all consuming energy, a passion that you had not known, taken for granted and realised only when you purposefully lost it and gained it back thanks to Seonghwa being the one to not give up on you, on the flame the two of you created. Your lips moved in a seamless tandem as you stumbled forwards, pushing Seonghwa closer and closer to the door. Fortunately, he had a good enough sense of his surroundings to not trip, falling only for you. You hummed into the sensation, heat pooling to your core as you tasted the coolness of his grills. Nipping at his lush lower lip, you beckoned him to deepen the kiss, a request to which he obliged almost immediately, tilting his head for a better angle. Groaning into the intimacy, you fished out your keys, and after a couple of clumsy tries, finally heard the click of the mechanism. With his foot Seonghwa curled around the door, opening it to give the two of you access, and just barely, you managed to catch it back and slam it shut. As soon as the sound reverberated over the two of you, a switch flipped in your lover, and his hands which were previously almost tied to your hips now freely roamed your body, relearning it, tracing every curve like there was nothing better in this world. Like you were the statue of a goddess and he was a devoted sculptor, working on the masterpiece for all of eternity, aware that he would never be able to replicate the true beauty but still remaining fixated on the blessing that was the process.

Shoes left in a messy pile on the doormat - a problem for later, the two of you tripped over one another, choosing to remain in one another’s arms as you finally made it down the corridor and to your bedroom. As you stood by the frame, you ran over Seonghwa’s inner lips with your tongue, seeking access, and relishing in his taste, better than you could have ever recalled even if you made the effort to. Seonghwa tasted of longing, of a faith that was so rare you swore he was a man from long-forgotten myth or fairy tale, and of the slightest hint of strawberry that he loved so much - the first contraband not meant for human ruin that you had arranged transport and distribution for. Tongue grazing the gold that covered his lower teeth you were finally fully aware, trusting the now; you were not dreaming, you were with him, and you need not deny yourself nor him.

You led him deeper into the room, patient as he felt for the bed behind him to obediently take a seat. Taking his glasses off his head, leaving them on top of a dresser, and motioned for him to rid himself of the jacket and gloves, an order that was punctuated by the articles falling with a thud to the floor. Chuckling to yourself as you recalled Seonghwa’s usual concern with neatness and organisation, the action turned to be a confirmation of his yearning for you. Your own jacket now hanging off the back of a chair located in the far corner of the room, you sauntered back to Seonghwa, swinging a leg over his lap and taking a comfortable seat, facing him. His breath hitched as you grinded closer, feeling his clothed arousal against your body. Following the motion with a few more moves of your hips, Seonghwa gasped, letting his head fall forward, forehead hitting the crook of your neck.

“Y/N, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need you…”

“How do you need me?” you coaxed every wish out of him, gaining pleasure every time he would pause to contain his urge to hide, to back out of answering you, aware of the consequences if he dared to question or dishonour your demands in this sultry ritual.

“I need your mouth, please love, I cannot stand this.”

“But it is right here,” you pointed at your lips, reddened from the previous contact, a coy smile rendering Seonghwa helpless.

“Do you not feel it? Please Y/N I am begging you I need you to su-”

“Not so fast, pretty boy, I need you to convince me.” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “can you do that for me?”

“Yes, a million times yes. Please.”

“I suppose I’ll be nice and help you with my clothes,” one button, another, it seemed that Seonghwa was counting with you, ravenous. His hands undid the button and zipper of your trousers, pulling at them to ask for you to let him slide them off. In a few practised moves, you were left only in your bra and panties, a lacy white, earning whispers of praise from Seonghwa, a love for just how well the piece he had bought you some time ago looked, and you, by a twist of fate, happened to choose to wear today.

“Will you lie down for me? All the way up,” without further explanation, Seonghwa shimmied backwards until his head practically hit the headboard, eyes remaining on you, widening as you hastily took off your panties, exposing what he had been pleading for. Crawling towards him, you placed a hand on his chest to tap him out of a lustful stupor, “now darling, can you show me how much you missed my taste?” a nod, another, but you did not move, “words, Seonghwa, I need words.”

“Yes, let me taste your pussy, please.”

“Of course, since you asked so nicely.”

Positioning yourself over Seonghwa’s face, you gripped onto the headboard and lowered yourself until a hungry tongue ran over your already soaked folds, making you gasp. With tentative licks he drew tender, slow circles over your clit before dragging his tongue back to taste you fully, moving in and out of your hole, curling into it. He returned his attention to your sensitive bud, rolling right over its tip, earning a rewarding moan which spurred his eagerness to drive you to higher pleasure. Knuckles turning white from your efforts to maintain at least some illusion of balance, your breaths quickened as he continued to run his tongue over your core, accelerating the buildup of your climax with every flick. Attentive, worshipping every part of you, he sucked on your clit, relishing in the taste of your slick that now coated him. 

His hands found purchase on your thighs, levelling you and bringing you even closer to him until his nose was pressed against you, and tongue driven deeper into your wet cunt. A parched man, Seonghwa groaned against you as he felt the first signs of your approaching orgasm, with the vibration sending an electrifying jolt straight to your core. 

“Ah- Hwa I-”

“You taste so good, thank you, love,” he mumbled from under you, only to return to abusing your heat with his swift tongue, speeding up as he felt your pussy begin to clench, beg for more, and a light trembling start to course through your muscles. Burying his head between your legs and lapping at the nectar from the lustful, voracious pokes into your hole at the very base to intricate sensuality over your clit, Seonghwa drove you over the edge.

Supporting you through your orgasm with his powerful arms, he moaned as you rode it out, drinking your release and revelling in its sweetness. Stars in your vision, you struggled to lower yourself off your lover, a shudder running over your body as he lifted you a little higher, sliding upwards to give himself a better angle. The action snapped you out of a loss, and you found yourself kneeling next to him, smiling in gratitude.

“Such a good boy for me, thank you my love.”

“Always. May I… kiss you?” he inquired meekly, wondering if his present state could potentially deter you.

“Of course,”  you leaned in, closing the space, tasting yourself on Seonghwa’s lips, tongue and grills, but even then, nothing could be more perfect. His hand stretched to run over the side of your face, motivating you to come closer. Fingers in your hair, tugging ever so gently left you breathless. Breaking away, you mumbled promises against his lips, hands moving to work on his leather trousers.

Getting the hint, his top, too, was soon found strewn on the floor, leaving him in the accessories that appeared to only highlight his beauty, so meticulously picked and paired that you had to force to take your gaze away. His irresistible tanned body, every rise and fall of his chest highlighted by the shadows that decorated the room. His beguiling, glazed over expression that was trained on you as you planted kiss after kiss on his torso, each making him question if he could ever breathe again.

“I missed you, Hwa, so,” one peck, “so,” another, “much,” ending below his navel, hand hovering over his member, so painfully erect that you almost felt guilty for getting him to eat you out first.

“I missed you ah-” hand coated in precum and your spit, you positioned it at the base of his cock, causing the abrupt cut in his response. With a steady pumping, you addressed Seonghwa, feigning obliviousness.

“Sorry, you were saying?”

“I- I- fuck-” squeezing its girth, you rubbed circles over the tip, making him lose his train of thought, or its remnants.

“So?” holding his dick in place, you waited for his response before reacting to his earlier words.

“Y/N I missed you- ah shi-” upon hearing the sought after phrase you lowered your head.

Opening your mouth, you shifted position to take in as much of him as you could, gliding your tongue against the shaft in practised motions and moaning as you felt him twitch with the warmth. The dribble that ran down the still exposed length added to the wantonness of the situation as you left behind any wish to remain cautious with Seonghwa; after all, he had been explicit with his love for ruin. Centering yourself, you relax your jaw further, taking in more until you could sense the tip approaching the back of your throat. You placed one hand on your lover’s pubic bone, warning him to not buck his hips, even though you were perfectly trusting of him remaining obedient. Dragging your head up and back down, it was easier moving to the sounds escaping from Seonghwa’s throat.

Gripping onto the bed sheets, he was abandoning the clarity and resolve with which he had showed up at your door so many times. Rose after rose he had not been sure if it was you he was convincing or himself. But here, amidst the unfathomably divine pleasure, Seonghwa was merely grateful for how trivial it was, how natural it was for you to take him back. His high was fast-approaching, but before he could act on it you were already removing yourself with a lewd pop, fingers between your folds and twisting to massage your overstimulated clit. Unclasping your bra, you noticed Seonghwa’s otherwise unfocused gaze immediately switching to paying close attention to your breasts, cock twitching in anticipation as you repositioned yourself to be on top of him. Teasing the tip of his leaking member by trailing it between your folds, you watched Seonghwa’s face contort in pleasure once more, wholly submitted to you as you guided it inside of your pussy. As you sank down on him, sighing from the way in which he filled you up, pushing against your walls in all the right places, Seonghwa grunted, eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed from the stimulation. It was clear that he was using all the strength he had left to hold himself back from acting rashly - he wanted you, he missed you, and he was not about to let this heaven go. 

You started to ride him, hands on either side of his body as you lifted your hips only to drive them back down, sheathing his member inside your cunt. Conscious of the fact that he should let you take the full lead, Seonghwa took to searching for anything better to hold than the sheets, crumpled into oblivion and leaving little in terms of comfort. Grounding him as you rocked your hips forward and back, you found his arms, gliding upwards until your fingers intertwined. Seonghwa’s eyes snapped open and he stared at you open-mouthed, in disbelief at your initiative for what he had clearly remembered you labelling as ‘too close for comfort’. Instead of abandoning the gesture, you tightened your hold, your own moans amplifying and joining his breathlessness as the knot in your core grew tighter and tighter with every thrust. 

“Is this- what- you cannot live without, Hwa?”

“Fuck- yes, yes, yes-” words spilled out of him while you picked up speed, spurred on by the nudge of his hips that signified he was close. When he was not submerging himself into pure darkness, he could only manage to register the rhythmic motion of your breasts and an 

“Can’t stop thinking of this pussy even when your cock is stuffed inside, huh?”

“Love this pussy- please, Y/N…”

“Love to be fucked dumb by me?”

“Yes, please I- I am so close Y/N…” his wavering voice and feeble pants cried for affection, which you readily provided even though you had no plans of slowing down.

“I know, baby. Fill me up, fill me up with your cum. You can do it darling-”

Seonghwa did not need any more encouragement. With a final groan, suppressed only by a snapping of his jaw to turn the sound into a prolonged hiss, his hips bucked uncontrollably into you, painting your pulsing walls with ropes of white, the awaited release rendering any speech into indecipherable babble. But you still had your high to chase, and restarted your movements, grinding your hips over his throbbing member to build up your climax while Seonghwa held onto you, whining from the excessive stimulation.

“Such a good boy for me, letting me cum over your cock.”

“I- this is too much I-”

“Are you feeling okay, baby?”

“Don’t, please do not stop- I want to make you- ah, cum,” he answered, each word uneven as you raised yourself repeatedly until, with one final movement and the stroke of the tip against your most sensitive spot, you collapsed on top of your lover, a shiver running over you as your pussy clenched around his dick, milking him of the last of his release.

Rolling over to the side, but not quite wishing to move, you remained in one another’s arms, sweat glistening in the night light, adoration ablaze in every feature. Sliding out his softening member from your warmth, a shy smile adorned his lips as a mixture of slick and cum followed, spilling onto your gorgeous thighs. He tapped you on the shoulder, helping you up so that your faces would be level with one another, and pressed his forehead to yours. He focused on your proximity, pulling you closer, closer until there was no space left. He never wanted to let you go. Never again. If you so wished, you could walk away, but he was sure that his heart would remain with you.

If you wanted to, you could throw it away, burn it, cut it into pieces, but it would still be yours. As he saw his future being written in your pupils, he planted a loving kiss on your lips, for it to be returned with just as much feeling. No longer did you wish to hide it away from him. Your emotion, your expression and vision were his. It was clear to you that there was no one else in this universe who could be trusted more than him. If he so wished, you would let him leave you in the cold. If he decided you need not create, you would agree. If innovation was not in his plans, you would follow. In love was sacrifice, in love was offering, in love was future, in love were you and him. It was as simple as the unfurling of a pearl white rose, as clear as ink on white paper.

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[hwashotcheeto]

Okay so...Mommy!Hwa...

I can't get him out of my head. This is pure filthy smut thoughts (with fluffy aftercare), so enjoy

Warnings: Mild CNC (the scene was discussed beforehand, everything is consensual, there's one check in), pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation (all reader recieving)

Mommy!Hwa tying you to the bed with your arms stretched out, leaving you vulnerable, stripped naked for him.

"I know why you acted out," he cooed softly, leaning over you, running his fingertips up your thighs until he reaches your core.

"You wanted punishment, didn't you, little one? You wanted this?"

When you looked up at him, he was amused. His tone didn't seem upset. Maybe you did get what you wanted.

You nodded confidently. The next second, you saw white when Seonghwa brought his hand down and slapped your core. A strangled cry of pain shot from your lips.

"You little brat," he spat, leaning closer to you. "You should know by now that I don't tolerate that."

"I'm sorry, please-" You began to beg, but Seonghwa slapped you again, forcing another cry out of you.

"You missed your chance for sorry."

His tone made you shiver. Fear coursed through you as you looked up at him, his eyes that had gone dark and narrow, his jaw that had tightened.

Shit, you really did it this time.

"Mommy, please, I'm so sor-"

Seonghwa grabbed onto your jaw and forced you to look at him, holding your cheeks so you couldn't speak.

"You're gonna take this, because you were bad. Isn't that what you agreed to?"

You nodded slowly as tears filled your eyes. Seonghwa's eyes flashed with concern for a moment, and his gaze softened.

"Safeword?" He asked softly, his dominant tone from before disappearing.

"No, I'm okay." You shook your head. "Promise, I'm okay. Keep going."

Seonghwa looked down at your body, then your eyes, looking for any possible hint of resistance. When he didn't find it, he nodded, and his eyes narrowed again.

"Brats get punished, you know this." He pulled away from you moved to settle down between your legs. "However Mommy sees fit, correct?"

"Yes Mommy," you whimpered out as you looked down at him, watching him put his hair up into a ponytail before he laid down on his stomach.

"And what Mommy thinks..." Seonghwa flicked his eyes up to yours, staring through you into your very soul. "Is that you're going to get what you wanted."

Seonghwa dove into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your thighs and running his tongue all over you, making out with your core. A shriek errupted from your throat as he left you no mercy, focusing on your clit, flicking his tongue against it over and over.

"Mommy, gentle, please!" You cried out, pulling on the restraints, but it was no use. Seonghwa wasn't stopping any time soon, not when he was holding you down against the bed and assaulting your clit.

Even though you were trying to squirm out of his tight grip, it was no use. He wasn't letting you go, and he sure as Hell wasn't stopping.

After all, this is what you wanted, isn't it? His attention?

"Don't tell me it's too much now," Seonghwa growled out during a pause, smacking your cunt as he spoke. "You were practically begging for this, now take it." With that, he dove back in, sucking on your clit this time instead.

Your cries of protest quickly turned to cries of desperation as Seonghwa continued. The closer he brought you, the more you cried out for him to keep going, to please let you come.

"Mommy, I'm gonna come!" You pulled on the restraints again as you arched your back, gasping as you got closer to the edge.

And you were pleasantly surprised when you tipped over and dove into the pleasure, squeezing his head with your thighs as you cried out his name, the pleasure washing over you and invading every bone in your body.

But then Seonghwa didn't stop. He was still sucking on your clit like the last bit of air on Earth was in there.

"Mommy, stop," you cried, trying to pull away from him, but he just held you tighter. "Mommy, it's too much, please!"

Tears formed in your eyes as your body twitched and jerked from the overstimulation. Your thighs were quivering, your breathing was labored. And it wouldn't stop any time soon.

"Mommy, please, I-"

Seonghwa pulled away for just a moment to speak to you. "Every time you tell me no, I'll make you come again, understand?"

And honestly, part of you wanted to see how true that was.

"Please don't, don't do this, I'm sorry-"

"That's another one." And he went back to making out with your cunt, licking up everything that had spilled out of you before he went back to your clit.

And goddamn, did Seonghwa keep his promise.

You lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was probably mush and leaking out of your ears by the end of it. You didn't even have the energy to keep fighting.

But at that point, Seonghwa noticed the exhaustion, and he pulled away, crawling back up to hover over you and hold your face. By his count, you still had one more left to go, but you didn't look like you could take it.

"I think you've had enough." His voice was sweet like it was before, his eyes gentle now. He reached up to undo the restraints on your wrists and throw them on the floor. He pulled you into his arms and held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"You did so good, sweetheart." You smiled at his praise, gratefully leaning into him. "You can rest now. Mommy's got you."

"It was good," you sighed, closing your eyes as sleep began to pull you in.

"It was, it was good. But now you need rest, okay?"

You nodded. "Yes Mommy."

There was no better way to fall asleep than in the arms of your Mommy. Safe, protected, and loved.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa hard thoughts #mommy seonghwa #seonghwa mommy

[bluehwale]

mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend

pairing. ateez x reader

genre. mdni, crack! (except for yunho bc it's a forbidden love! trope and i take that seriously) fluff? a dash of angst if you squint. smut (for san bc he's an incubus! rawr)

warnings. MYTHICAL BEINGS INFO INACCURACIES (i'm sorry), grammatical errors SMUT! unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, the term 'good girl' lmao, yea i think that's it (it's my first time writing smut don't hv high hopes)

word count. almost 4k whoops i got carried away

note. idk what possessed me when i wrote yunho's part so apologies if it's too long and very much plot-y<3 ++ my brain's still muddled from a week of midterms and im still new to writing so pls lower ur expectations before pressing the keep reading button thanks xx (my asks are always open! ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated)

masterlist

hongjoong — demon

honestly the coolest demon ever

he'd be so nonchalant about his demon activities that it would unsettle you sometimes

"hey babe, just got home?"

"yeah, had an emergency meeting with the devil about potentially crashing heaven's weekly parties, no biggie. how was your day? :-D"

likes to grumble about how hell is so overpopulated that it feels hotter than it actually is

he's just a demon with a tough exterior but that all comes crashing down when he comes back home to your arms

would do ANYTHING to make you happy

one time you were both cuddling on the sofa just absentmindedly enjoying hongjoong's playlist played throughout the house when you suddenly asked,

"joong, aren't demons supposed to have horns?"

he looked at you and thought for a second, "hm, i'm pretty sure only the devil has horns. i guess that's another myth debunked"

you returned his gaze with mock disapointment, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. "that's a shame. i think it's really hot."

the next day he shows up with a red devil horn headband on his head

...

"joong, what is this--," you let out a laugh when he turns to face you with a serious look on his face

the blush on the apples of his cheeks redden when you continue to laugh with the brightest grin that crinkles your eyes

he doesn't mind that he's making a fool out of himself as long as he gets to see you like this

"they were 50% off in the costume shop!"

he feels a smile creep into his face when you laugh a little bit harder

seonghwa — vampire

you first met seonghwa at a random halloween party

he was surprise surprise !! dressed as a vampire, and you were dressed as kim possible (call me beep me if you wanna reach me)

he just suddenly went up to you and complimented your outfit

so you were like, "thanks!! :-D i like your fangs, they look so real!"

and he just went, "hey thanks! they are real :-D"

"what :-D"

anyways!!! you started dating not too long after that <3

he'd just be one of the most dramatic vampires out there

he's the type to dramatically hiss and cover his face when you draw open the curtains in the morning

"gAaAaaGHh the sun!!!!! i'm burning!!!!!!!!"

and you'd just stand there like ...... "seonghwa you have a morning class today"

(yes, vampire! seonghwa goes to uni)

"can you believe this place doesn't have any vampire-friendly mirrors?? it's 2022!!! D-:<"

:-|

lives and breathes the twilight saga

one time you were walking home together and you noticed his skin sparkling

and no it's not the sun shining on him or the natural glow you'd get from sweat or oily skin because his skin was particularly BLINDING

he was excitedly talking about how his favorite professor complimented him on his recent project when you interrupted him, "hwa, wait a minute--"

three of your fingers swipe at his nape and actual arts & craft glitter came off his skin

"hwa, did you actually try to edward cullen-ficate yourself???"

pink dusted his cheeks and he could only abashedly scoff while trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you

"psssshhh, what?! noooo,,, aha... what kinda weirdo would do that ahaha, whaaat? that's so weird.."

and then he used his super speed to run back to your shared appartment leaving you to walk back home ALONE >:-(

but besides that, he's super sweet

would let you leave fingerprint stains on his glass cabinets that encase his virginity corner star wars lego collection

HE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH OKAY

yunho — angel

he doesn't have a visible halo over his head but everyone just knows that he's an angel

sweetest, purest dude out there

but yunho kinda feels... trapped

his angel wings became this constant admonition that he has to be selfless and to always do "good"

i'd just imagine everyone telling yunho to stay away from you (a fellow angel) because you're labelled as this reckless troublemaker

but he just can't help being interested in you

so he made effort to know you and keep you close and in turn, you taught him that he doesn't have to live in fear of stepping out of the line sometimes

that it's okay to put yourself first

you both would sneak away to earth and pose as humans to have fun and abandon your duties for a while

he finds himself cherishing each and every moment he spent with you; exploring things the other angels would frown upon, but it didn't matter

so it didn't surprise him when he realized that he's utterly in love with you

his angel wings fluttered sporadically when you softly mutter your love to him in reciprocation with the beautiful smile he's known to love

when you made love for the first time, it was filled with shy giggles and soft reassurances because you're each other's firsts

you neither yunho cared about the other angels avoiding you and talking shit about you two. you're both happy and in love!!

but of course, heaven has its rules

and fate hits you with the truth, that you both can't be together, when you're held back from running to your lover that has both fear and tears in his eyes as black ink slowly engulf his once pure angel wings

a fallen angel, that's what they call you both. angels banished from heaven with your memories wiped and your wings rendered useless as compensation for falling in love

"i'll find you," he said. his voice remained sure yet frail in the midst of your own sobs and the chaos surrounding you both, but you heard him loud and clear. his watering eyes take in your trembling state and it breaks his heart to see you cry and try to fight against the restraints keeping you away from him because he knows that guilt is eating you alive

he knows that you blame yourself for letting him in, for falling in love with him, and for bringing this inevitable consequence upon him

but he knows that he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even if it leads to this very same ending

yeosang — fae

a tsundere! fae omg i have the vision i see it

he acts cold and indifferent towards you but all you wanna do is grab his attention!!!!!

as humans and faes don't really get along, your group of friends are different and they kinda disagree with you both interacting

but you don't really care because you mayhaps have a crush on him :3

he's really good with magic

you'd ooh and ahh whenever he does something with his magic and his cheeks would go red while he brushes it off with, "it's nothing" (and you're like no!! it's cool!!! and he would blush harder)

he knows you have a crush on him because a) it's obvious, and b) you've confessed to him multiple times (his replies always start with a "sorry, but.." and you would always reply with "it's okay, i just want to tell you. i'm not asking you to return your feelings:-)"

but lately you're kind of tired with the unreciprocated feelings you have for yeosang because.. well, you just feel pathetic

so one day you made it your mission to stop having feelings for him!!!!!!

yeosang noticed because you would avoid him like the plague

he was walking down the hallway when he saw you and was about to greet you when he saw you run to hide behind a trash can that doesn't even cover your entire figure

he was just like .... ok see you later i guess?

and this continued on for weeks! to the point where he feels down because he doesn't have his favorite human around and maybe because he has a crush on you too

so he dragged his ass to the nearest supermarket for humans and ignored all the weirded stares he got from other shoppers and bought all of your favorite snacks and drinks that are listed at the top of his head

he placed them all nicely in this cute paper bag and left it at the desk you always sit in for one of your shared classes

the happy grin on your face when you peeked at its contents lifted his mood even though you wouldn't know it's from him because he purposely left the sender anonymous in the small note for you

but you immediately know that it's him because you've listed these specific snacks only to him, plus the sweet wording of the note just gave him away (you knew it that he's actually sweet inside, you knew it!!)

anyways,, the reason why yeosang is so hesitant to make a move on you is because relationships between humans and faes are disapproved of:-( he doesn't want you hurt just because you're seen with him

but one day he saw you being circled by a bunch of faes and there's this look on your face that screams 'help!'

he felt his legs move to push his way to get to you before he fully registered on what's going on

one of the faes reached out to shove off yeosang when he put himself in between you and them to protect you. "man, why the fuck are you defending a human?"

"she's my girlfriend."

so yeah all fucks flew out the window that day and you both decided to start dating:-D

he's still into the tsundere act but you like to tease him because this man gets flustered over the tiniest things lmao

you'd like bicker lazily over something and you'd go, "mhm, but you love me don't you?"

and his ears, cheeks, and neck would get so red as if he's got the worst case of asian flush lmao and he'd look around the whole room just to avoid your gaze

"shut up" *still blushing*

san — incubus

you accidentally summoned him when you were trying to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for a 4.0 gpa

he just suddenly appeared on top of your coffee table lying down on his side with his elbow propping up his head

and you just kinda went, "ok great, how do we do this thing? do i have to sign papers or smth???"

he just looks at you all confused like ??? we don't need any of those, we can just fuck

and you're like WHAT! >:-o and he's like ... what do you expect from summoning an incubus? :-|

"A WHAT???"

anyways, the misunderstanding was set straight and san sheepishly asked if he could stay over for just 1 night because he can't go back to hell just yet

(he can actually go back to hell just fine but he just can't bring himself to face incubi! ateez's teasings for being rejected for the first time ever)

and you thought hm why not

he somehow stayed over for more than just that one night and then you guys fell in love!!!

it all started after the first night when you cooked pancakes for breakfast

san groggily woke up from the couch when he smells the strangely appetizing scent of whatever you're making

"oh great, you're awake! good morning!" you greet, while the raven haired boy dazedly blinks at your sight bustling in the kitchen before letting out a raspy 'morning' in return

you hear his feet clad in the thick fuzzy socks you lent him pitter patter against the hardwood floors as he made his way towards you with a yawn, "what are you doing?"

"i'm making us breakfast :-)"

demons don't eat actual food but san would hate to see your smile falter even the tiniest bit at his rejection of this unfamiliar food that you call 'pancakes'

his plate of pancake is cutely decorated with fresh berries and a smiley face drawn with maple syrup on top of the first layer of pancake

(he can't help but smile when you impatiently gesture at him to take a bite while your own plate of pancakes sit in front of you, forgotten)

you show him how to use his cutleries properly and he finally eats a bite of the pancake

"is it good?" you ask nervously, wide eyes waiting to catch his reaction

his eyebrows furrow as he shut his eyes at the pleasant sweetness overcoming his taste buds, "oh my god, i could eat this every day. are you a professional chef or something?"

your eyes sparkle as you grow flustered over his compliment, replying with a timid 'no' and san thinks you just might be sweeter than the maple syrup coating his tongue

he's the sweetest bf ever; would exaggerate his reactions at anything you do because it would elicit a cute giggle that would bring a smile to his face

but yknow

don't forget that he's an incubus

"You're doing so good for me."

San likes it when you're laid out all bare underneath him, hair fanned out prettily on the bed, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes threatening to flutter shut.

"Baby," he taps lightly against your cheek, momentarily distracting you away from the heavenly feeling of him dragging against every inch of your walls as he continues to snap his hips to meet yours. "Hey, eyes on me."

A whine spills out of your lips as you try and fail to force your eyes open, back arching and eyes rolling back instead, earning a tsk from San as he continues to bury his cock deeper by forcing your aching thighs apart and against your chest.

His thumb caresses your swollen clit lightly, your eyes immediately widening as you gasp at the overstimulation from the previous orgasms he's taken just from eating you out. Your body trembles as you wail underneath him, reaching out to grip his arm that prevents your thighs from closing shut. San groans when he feels your pussy clench tightly around him.

"There you are," he lazily smirks, cupping your cheek and giving you a peck on the lips when he finds that your dazed gaze is on him. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."

"So wet, so tight, so pretty for me," his measured thrusts turns harsh as he fucks up into your dripping cunt with your moans and bouncing tits egging him on.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you cry out as San fondles your clit, reveling in the tight grip of your pussy and the dirty words that come out of your sweet mouth as you gush uncontrollably around his cock.

San groans loudly as his hips sloppily thrusts a few more times before he fills you up with his second load of the day, twitching and spurting his thick warm cum inside you as he holds you while he comes down from his high.

He slips his softening cock out of your battered pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs as you whine at the loss.

"God," San moans as he drags two of his fingers over your weeping cunt, his other hand softly pressing against your lower belly. He slides his fingers over your dripping slit, gathering his cum leaking from your hole to your clit, rubbing and pinching.

With a cry, your thighs shake as tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of another orgasm that washes over you, swollen cunt clenching around nothing that has his cum oozing out of you. You whimper at the overstimulation, batting away his hand that continues to brush over your inner thigh.

San pulls you into a tender kiss as he gently caress your cheek and finally leans back to catch his breath. His eyes glaze over your fucked out state and he smiles at the fond look you give him.

"Such a good girl," he softly praises, carefully cleaning you up with the warm cloth he took from the bathroom. You hum in reply, shutting your eyes with a content smile at your lips. You can't see him, but he grins anyways.

"I'm a lucky man."

mingi — werewolf

i kid you not, this mf would deadass unashamedly howl in public at random

"it's who i am, yn."

are you embarrassed? yes.

will you ever let him know that you feel absolutely mortified whenever strangers stare at you after your boyfriend basically barked?

never.

he might be a big ! absolutely not bad ! werewolf but he's actually so soft >:-( especially for you

gives the best hugs

he's just so big and warm which is why you always look for him to cuddle

gives the funniest reactions like fr,, which is why you LOVE to tease him

"mingi," "mhm?" "...you know that i'm always here for you right? i.. i won't judge if you,,, idk, want to keep your ears and tail in your human form--" "yn, for the last time, I'M NOT A FURRY"

omg you showed him the werewolf ripping shirt meme and he went error 404 because he doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry ("YN IS THIS HOW HUMANS SEE WEREWOLVES???? SOB")

would embody jacob's iconic lines from twilight

"bella ¬‿¬ where the hell have you been loca? ¬‿¬"

"..."

but yeah he's such a playful boyfriend but also has his sensitive moments

and he's such a sappy romantic

would randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers for you

"what's this for? i'm pretty sure our anniversary was two months ago"

"just passed by a florist and i thought of you :-)"

"also, our anniversary was three months ago, OH MY GOD YN HOW COULD YOU FORGET" "I'M SORRY, IT WAS JUST A MISCALCULATION!!!"

yeah don't mess with the math genius! werewolf because he will correct you in any chance he gets

(i'm so sorry idk anything about werewolves so i can't really take this seriously T_T)

wooyoung — mermaid

found out he can grow legs whenever his tail dries and that's how he ventured to land!

he's always been interested with humans so when he saw you hanging around in the beach one day, it was love at first sight

he gets so excited over every human activity, it's endearing

"woah, what is that?? :o" "oh, that's a guy riding a bike" "what's a bike?"

endless questions about anything human related but you patiently answer each and every one of them

you're basically his tour guide

you introduced him to movies and his favorite is the little mermaid

he's so serious about it

like literally you have to remind him to blink because he would not let his gaze stray from your tv

"ariel is so me. minus the overprotective dad. and the 6 sisters. and ursula. and probably the talking fish and crab"

"how can the evil sea witch be so EVIL? THIS IS CRUEL"

"hey i want a pet dog like max! :0"

"ERIC JUST KISS THE FUCKING GIRL--"

would 100% reenact the fork hair brushing scene

would also 100% tell secrets about the ocean to you

"yeah the bermuda triangle thing? it's a lair to this one mean kraken"

but sometimes he would say the most untrue stuff ever like

"aquaman is real." "no he's not, woo. he's a dc superhero" "no, really, he's real. we've raced against each other once or twice" "mhm, whatever you say"

loves to watch the sunset in the beach with you with his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, and his toes curled in the sand

he likes it. a lot.

but he has to make sure that he doesn't touch wet sand because poof his tail would pop out

likes to chill in your bathub with the end of his tail flapping water at you

also likes to swim with you in the ocean late at night, when no one's around, with his arms wrapped around your waist and sneaking in atleast a hundred kisses while you giggle because the scales of his tail tickles your legs

the cutest mermaid! boyfriend ever

jongho — demigod

would bet my left kidney that he'd be the son of apollo or athena

but let's go with apollo because his vocals man goddamn

anyways

you're the child of nike, the goddess of victory

jongho sees you around a lot in camp half-blood, you're well known because of your bright and outgoing personality that almost everyone gravitate towards

your peers, jongho included, also admire you for your bravery in battles. although he's never been in one let alone see you fight in an actual life-or-death situation, he sees enough from how you always gracefully win capture the flag with a infectious grin on your face

unlike you, he likes to keep to himself at most times, preferring to spend his time alone to write music or poetry

which is why it's hard for him to muster up the courage to try and be your friend

he didn't dwell on it for too long, accepting that maybe he's just meant to stand at the sides and admire from afar when it comes to you

one night, he was in his usual secret spot; a small clearing near the lake with a hammock tied between two towering trees hidden from sight, when you stumbled into his view with tear stained cheeks

"oh, uh, i'm sorry," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the paws of your sweater. "i didn't think anyone would be here. i'll go--"

"you can stay. i don't mind."

and that's how you go on to tell him about how battles leave a toll on you and this is your way of taking a break once in a while

he listened to you attentively, actually paying attention to what you have to say and even wiped your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie

that night was then filled with genuine laughter as jongho tried his hardest to cheer you up

"but in all seriousness, i'm here for you. whenever you need me."

it started a whole routine of you both meeting up every single night in that spot to either talk about everything all at once or to just enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence

he eventually shares his writings with you and you kinda went, "dang i'm in love with you"

and he's like ★_★ omfg no way

he's the type of bf who doesn't outwardly show his affection for you but makes up for it by caring about you down to the most trivial miniscule detail about you

definitely an act of service guy

would stop by the training grounds where you are when it's raining with an umbrella at hand

"come here, you'll get sick" "i'm the child of the goddess of victory, jongho" "doesn't mean you can't get sick!!!! ＼(º □ º l|l)/"

you ask him to sing for you all the time because his voice is soothing and he would blush whenever you compliment him hehe

the other kids at camp would stare enviously at you two holding hands while skipping to your designated spot because wow you two are so in love and everyone wants that kind of relationship

#oops... i didn't even realize i wrote so much #anyways! choose your favorite #mine would have to be fallen angel yunho</3 #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez crack #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fic #san smut #yunho angst #ateez halloween #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez funny

[yourfatherlucifer]

Hello! Can I pls request a smut with siren!seonghwa? He's holding you captive and he refuses to let you leave him so he's constantly trying to worship you and entice you with his song?

Siren!Seonghwa x afab!pirate!reader

Summary: ⬆️⬆️

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, mention of abuse, death, sex with a siren, blood. Seonghwa is intimidating and mean. Mentions of breeding.

My first siren fic, so here goes nothing! Thanks for 800 followers!

So- after writing this, I realized I went completely off course from the request I’m so sorry, if you want me to rewrite it I can.

The sea looked beautiful in the night, the moonlight reflecting against the ocean.

The blue and white hues shone magnificently.

Your captain approached with you a grin on his face, “You’re always out here, so late at night. You love the ocean that much?”

His hand was placed onto your shoulder, “Of course, Hongjoong. You know I do, every time I see it, it’s like the first time witnessing it all over again.”

You grinned back at him, “Thanks again Hongjoong, for everything. You saved me from a life of misfortune that day.”

You could recall the very day Captain Kim Hongjoong and his crew saved your life and brought you aboard the Illusion.

You were a runaway princess, cliché, I know. But you were a hated princess, by your own family. You were unwanted. Your parents despised you. Your siblings hated you. You had done nothing wrong of course, you were the only one loved by the royal court and the people of the kingdom. For some reason that made your family hate you, the people hated your family. Of course, they didn’t know of the abuse you had to endure everyday.

The beatings taken by your father, whipped daily, your back was scarred. You were such a beauty to the townspeople, you were kind to them, unlike your family who let their power go to their heads. Being the youngest meant you were neglected from the time you were born. Your mother hated you from the time you set foot into this world. She was jealous, jealous of the beauty that radiated from you.

You could take the beatings anymore, so you invested in the help of the people of the kingdom.

You were to runaway from the hell you lived in.

The day you were gonna leave, the kingdom was attacked by the worlds most dangerous pirates, Ateez. You had taken this opportunity to make a run for it, but your older brother held you back. He was gonna use you as a human shield.

As tears poured down your face, you realized your family really didn’t care, I mean despite the beatings, you had an ounce of hope that they cared.

But they proved you wrong with this.

You were face to face with a pirate, sword pointed your way, the blade mere inches away.

“Oh? You’d sacrifice your sister just to live, Prince?” The man cackled, a sinister grin plastered on his face.

“Shut up, measly pirate! This is our kingdom! I can do as I please!” Your brother gripped your arms from behind very tightly, creating dark bruises.

You cried out in pain, “please, Kai, don’t do this!”

The captain could see the bruises and scars that littered your arms.

He pressed his blade closer to your brother, “Do you abuse her, Prince?”

Kai scoffed, “So what if I do? She’s my sister! I can do as I please, you scum!” He spat.

The captain nodded before lowering his sword.

Before Kai could even process what was happening, you were pulled in the captains arms and his blade was forced through Kai’s abdomen.

In complete shock and pain, he fell to the floor, gripping his now bleeding stomach, the blood was everywhere.

“Y/N, help me.” He cried out.

You stared at him before burying your face in the neck of the man who saved you.

“Y/N! You’re a trai,” cough, “-tor!”

Your brother finally collapsed to the floor and died, you were free. You didn’t care what was happening to the rest of your family.

All that mattered was you were free.

-

A hand waved in front of you, “Y/N? You’re day dreaming again.” The voice chuckled.

“Just remembering how we met, Joong, that’s all.”

“You know, I never do thank you enough for that.”

“You do. Plenty of times. Please stop.”

You laughed with him, “Okay, okay.”

You truly were glad.

You walked away from him and headed below deck, bringing yourself to the kitchen area.

You passed by one of your crew mates, Wooyoung, he was snacking on an apple.

With a raised brow you laughed, “Jongho is so gonna kill you.”

Wooyoung shrugged, “When is he not?”

“Whatever you say, Woo.”

After grabbing something to eat, you brought yourself back up-deck. You liked to stargaze when you couldn’t sleep. And it was a particularly beautiful night to do so.

You didn’t see anyone on deck anymore, they all must’ve gone to sleep. Except for Yunho, the second in command, who was steering the ship, more or less keeping an eye so the ship doesn’t crash or get attacked.

You loved this new family of yours. Of course, they were all men, but that didn’t mean anything to you. They loved you like a sister, they were brothers you never had, or well, wish you had. Your bruises had long faded and all that was left were the scars. But it made you look tough. Like the pirate you are. You knew the people of your former kingdom mourned only you. You knew they held a funeral for you when only your ‘family’ held a funeral for your brother.

You had heard the rumors of your death. They circulated everywhere. In a way, you did die that die. Your princess self had died.

A new you was born that day.

—

Hongjoong had docked the ginormous ship against an island, an outpost, to sell some new riches and to rest from the sea.

You had taken this time to wander, your sword on your hip for your protection.

After walking for about 15 minutes, you found a little cove, the ocean leaking into it.

It was a nice cove. The entrance had a triangular shape to it, the sun barely passing through. It was secluded off to the rest of the island, which was nice. You needed a break away from the all the men you call your family.

Seeing a ledge, you marched over to it. After sitting down you peeled off your boots, pushed up the edges of your trousers up. Then dipping your feet in the water. It felt really nice and relaxing, already your mind was off everything.

You could hear the water sloshing while your eyes were closed, but you paid no mine, it was daytime and the most it could be was a fish being curious.

That was until you felt a pull on your feet.

You yelped, pulling your feet out of the water and to your chest. “What the hell!”

A head slowly peered from underneath the water. A tousle of black hair and brown eyes appeared. Staring at you in curiosity, it inched closer.

“Stop! Stop where you are!” You yelled out in fear.

No one was here to save you, that was when your remembered you had your trusty sword on your waist.

As you reached for it the voice spoke out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His head was now fully out of the water.

“What are you?” You backed away from the water.

The male rolled his eyes, “Seriously? You’re a pirate and you have no clue what I am?”

His chuckle reverberated around the cove walls.

His arms rested against the ledge, water falling from the muscular forearms.

“I’m a siren. Y’know, I lead sailors and pirates alike to their deaths with my voice?” He grinned.

You backed up even further, your back hitting the cold and wet wall.

“Is that what your here to do?” You gulped nervously.

He grinned at your fearful expression, “Well no, I have other plans for you.” He pulled himself up from the water, his tail transforming into legs, leaving him naked.

“It’s breeding season for sirens.”

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers, “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I’m going to breed you, and you’re going to give me children,” his cold expression did nothing to erase your fear, in fact it made it worse.

“But I- I can’t do that. I’ve never-“

“I know. That’s why I chose you. We need pure people to breed. You know, I’ve been watching you. You must really like that Captain. You have the hots for him, but unfortunately. He doesn’t for you.” He shrugs.

“So, I know your name is Y/N, I’m Seonghwa.”

-

“You are gonna let me breed you, right? I’m not just gonna take it from you. Unfortunately, I need consent to breed with a human.” Seonghwa sighed, still inches from you.

You were scared nonetheless, but he was attractive, you were curious about sex, never having the time to try it out, and everyone but Hongjoong was like a brother to you. You couldn’t lie either, you were in love with him, but knew he only saw you as a sister.

You glanced at the ethereal siren in front of you.

“I..I suppose I consent then.”

You shyly looked away, “How..how do we do this?”

Seonghwa beamed with happiness, “Really? Just let me lead.

Seonghwa stood there bare before slowly approaching you. His hands on your waist, “As much as I would to take this slow for you, I’ve been dying to have children.”

He pulled off your little blouse, throwing it somewhere near the water.

“I see enough of these everyday underwater, but yours,” he grips your breasts in his arms, “are perfect for me.”

Your eyes shut right from the sudden pleasure you had felt. It was a great feeling, something you’ve never felt before.

“Seonghwa..”

He chuckled, “We’re just getting started.”

—

He brought down to the cold and wet ground of the cove, “That’s it, just relax. I can’t wait to breed you.”

Seonghwa dives his face into your neck, inhaling your human scent. It was delightful for him, but he wasn’t here to eat you. He was here to make his children.

He rubbed himself against your pooling heat, he wanted to just fuck up into you but he need to prepare you. Siren cocks weren’t normal or average sized at all. He could rip you in half if he wasn’t careful.

So, with said thoughts he brought one finger forward first, pushing it deeply within.

You moaned at the intrusion, it was definitely painful, having no experience.

“I- please, slow down.” You cried out, grabbing his wrist when he added two more fingers.

All he did was smack you hand off his wrist and continued plundering your arousal.

“I can’t, but you’re ready now.”

He removed his fingers, shaking the fluid off his fingers, he had no interest in it.

Guiding his monster-sized cock to your entrance, he pushed in, groaning at the feeling.

“Ah, my first human. This is delightful.” He smirked before he began his rampage into you.

There was nothing to grip onto, you were too afraid to hold onto him, “Ah, ah, please! I can’t take it!” You cried out for him to stop, you felt great, but his size had hurt. You were ruined for anyone else.

Seonghwa shook his head, “I can’t stop now, I’m almost there. I need to have this.”

His hands fell to either side of your head as he continued his rough pace, grunting into your ear.

Skinslapping echoed throughout the cove.

Soon enough he finally reached his peak, not even letting you reach yours, he came, his seed painting everything inside.

He picked himself up before pulling out. “It is done.”

You couldn’t move, everything hurt and you now had siren seed flowing to your uterus.

Seonghwa grabbed your wrist, “Now that you have my kin inside of you. I cannot let you leave.”

Soon his eery, yet beautiful voice filled your ears and your world faded around you.

Nothing would be the same again.

#ateez x reader #ateez #seonghwa #park Seonghwa x reader #siren Seonghwa #monster ateez #Seonghwa x reader #Seonghwa smut #ateez smut

[bro-atz]

tragic ending [trope — seonghwa]

inspired by: immortal beloved — book + this short story + this one-shot

word count: 2.4k

content: angst, smut, immortal!seonghwa, mentions of not wanting to live (but not suicidal thoughts), netflix and chill, sofa sex, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

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God, you were so in love. You didn’t think you were capable of falling in love because love never seemed to last, but with Seonghwa, your faith in humanity was restored, and you knew that he would treat you to a lifetime of happiness.

The two of you met when you were in college. He was at the park, sitting on a bench and enjoying the beautiful day, and you were walking through the park with your friend to get to class. You usually never did a double-take for anything— not even a cute dog or billboard or anything— but you did for him, and you did multiple times. He just looked so beautiful, so serene with his eyes closed and his dark locks softly swaying in the wind. You kept looking back at him to the point where you at some point stopped walking, your friend mildly annoyed.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t care so much about you doing this if we weren’t already late for class,” he huffed.

“…You go on ahead, Yunho. I don’t think I’m going to come to class today.”

And you didn’t go for class that day. Instead, you went to the man with the pretty face and the gorgeous hair, and you got to know him. Maybe it was love at first sight, but you only knew one thing at that time: this man was going to change your life.

Seonghwa didn’t plan on falling in love. He honestly was tired of life. He wasn’t going to kill himself or anything, but he just wanted a break from it all. He’d seen too much, been through too much.

Yet, that fateful day he met you, he suddenly wanted to stay. He wanted to be with you because you were the first and only person he never pushed away right from the start. He knew that he would hurt you at some point, that you were going to resent him, but when he saw your sparkling eyes and beautiful smile, and when he heard your melodic laugh, he couldn’t say no.

You got to know him well that day— he told you literally everything about him. He told you what his favorite color was, his favorite animal, his favorite restaurant, his favorite video games and past times and movies and literally every single thing.

Everything but the fact that he was immortal.

Seonghwa didn’t think you needed to know. He never wanted you to know because as much as he enjoyed spending time with you, he knew that it was never going to last, that he would hurt you. He planned on keeping it as surface level as possible— just go on a couple of dates with you, enjoy your company, and break up because of some stupid thing. Humans always ended relationships because of something stupid, and he thought you would be one of those typical humans.

But you were not.

And that’s what he loved so much about you.

Seonghwa was having a particularly rough night. He was having flashbacks to centuries ago, nightmares of people he loved perishing because of famine, because of disease— survivor’s guilt. He lived with eternal survivor’s guilt.

He was more quiet than usual as the two of you sat on the couch and watched a movie, his arms wrapped around you as you leaned into his chest. You were focused on the movie, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t. You paused the movie and turned in his arms, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Hwa, what’s wrong?” you whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You… Look sad.”

“Ah…”

Seonghwa couldn’t respond— he didn’t know how to voice his thoughts. He couldn’t tell you the truth, and he vowed to himself that he never would. But, when he looked at the worry on your face, he wanted to break and tell you everything, but that was never going to happen.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“…Are you sure you want to be with someone like me?”

Your eyes flew wide open. You turned in his arms all the way and looked right into his eyes, pain and sorrow filling his beautiful, boba eyes. You cupped his face and nodded.

“Seonghwa, I love you. I’m in love with you. I don’t want to be with anyone else,” you reassured him.

“R-really?” Seonghwa was about to cry— you thought it was because he didn’t believe you, but it was because he didn’t want you to.

“Really, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

Seonghwa really did start crying that time. Well, it was only a tear or two, but he let them slip. You quickly dried his tears and kissed him softly, your hands guiding his face to yours. His arms wrapped around you and held you close, his plush lips pressing harder against yours, his lips trapping your lower lip and tugging upwards slightly.

He pulled you onto your lap, your legs straddling as you continued making out with him. He leaned into you, one hand supporting your lower back while the other reached for the TV remote to resume the movie.

The dialogue and soundtrack of the movie played quietly in the background as your kisses with Seonghwa got more feverish. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. You felt him shiver beneath you before smiling in between kisses, his tongue dancing with yours. His hands went under your shirt, and his fingers glided along the curve of your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You were quickly losing your patience. Still kissing him, you moved your hands down to his pants and tugged them down along with his underwear, his hard and trembling cock springing out. He let out a tiny whine when he felt you fingers form a tight ring around the base of his cock and slowly move upwards while squeezing his cock.

“Clothes off. Now,” Seonghwa uttered when he moved his lips from your to your ear.

The two of you quickly stripped down to nothing, and before long, Seonghwa was rubbing the head of his pretty cock against your folds as you hovered above him, his other hand on your waist. Gripping his shoulders, you slowly sank down onto his cock and tucked your lower lip between your teeth as you stifled a moan.

Before you could start moving, Seonghwa held the back of your head and kissed you roughly, his teeth forcibly untucking your lower lip.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he murmured.

You leaned back to see him looking up at you, his eyes now sparkling and full of longing and desire. You couldn’t help but smile— and wonder how on Earth this adorable being was going to get you to scream his name— before kissing him again.

Your lips were still locked with his as he began to guide your waist, lifting and lowering you on his cock at a slow, steady rhythm. His moans vibrated within you as he felt your walls clench every time your ass hit his lap.

“Fuck, not so tight, babe,” Seonghwa said as his breath hitched. “You’re going to snap my dick off.”

You couldn’t even respond to him. You were so focused on chasing your own high that you were bouncing on his lap desperately. You moved your hips back and leaned into him, the new angle satisfying both you and him. Seonghwa let out a choked groan, and his hold on your waist got tighter as he said through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside,” you said while panting. “I want you to fill me up.”

That was it— those were the magic words. Pressing his head into the nook of your neck, Seonghwa pushed your waist down and came, his cum spurting inside you, warming you up, filling you up. He let out a huge moan of relief before looking up at you, his shaggy hair covering his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle as you brushed his hair back, revealing his lovely face. You kissed him softly, thinking you were done, but you were far from done. He still had to make you cum.

You yelped as he pinned you to the couch, his cock still deep inside you. He moved your legs so that your calves were resting on his shoulders, and he hammered away, his cock going deep inside you.

You were really screaming and moaning loudly at that point— Seonghwa was hitting depths of you that you didn’t even know existed, and the feeling of his cock rubbing against your G-spot and hitting your cervix repeatedly was shooting waves of pleasure through your body, your eyes collecting spots as you felt the knot in your belly get tighter.

The man kissed you again, bending you over even more to the point where you definitely felt him stretching out your hamstrings. The straw that broke you was when he kissed you, kneaded your breast, and played with your clit, the overstimulation driving you insane. You cried his name loudly, the syllables bouncing off the walls and through your apartment. Your cunt clenched so hard while you came that you made Seonghwa cum again, and when he pulled out, a trail of white followed his cock and trickled down your cunt to your ass.

Seonghwa had to look away quickly— the sight nearly made him hard all over again, but he knew he had to give you a break because you looked ruined. Your hair was all over the place, and your eyes were still hazy as you recovered from the high of your orgasm.

Next thing you knew, Seonghwa cleaned the two of you up before wrapping throw blanket on the couch around you, your bare skin still pressing against his as he hugged you to his chest. You brushed his hair out of his face and smiled softly at him, the man reciprocating your smile. He kissed you softly, sensually, then rested his forehead against yours, that same sweet smile of his lingering on his face.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispered, his gentle voice making your heart flutter.

“I love you so much more, Hwa.”

“You spend so much time with the guy and he practically lives here at this point, so you might as well get married at this point.”

Seonghwa didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with Yunho, but you and Yunho were sitting at the kitchen countertop. He was finishing up with his shower and quietly made his way out of the bedroom, but he hid behind the corner to listen to you talk to your best friend.

“I mean, I’ve been dropping hints and clues… But I don’t think he wants to get married,” you said with a sigh.

“If he doesn’t want to get married, then dump him!” Yunho exclaimed.

“Marriage is a social construct, Yunho. We don’t need to have a ceremony or anything for us to prove our love for each other,” you explained calmly while trying to see Seonghwa’s point of view. “I would much rather just keep living like this instead of pressuring him to spend thousands of dollars on one special day or whatever.”

If it were up to Seonghwa, he would’ve proposed to you and had the biggest wedding in the universe because he was such a fucking romantic; but, there was no way in hell he was going to marry you let alone anyone else because it would never last.

“Alright, fine. If you don’t want to get married, then don’t do it. I still think it’s weird since you’ve been dating the guy for ten fucking years, but whatever floats your boat.”

Your voice and Yunho’s voice faded as Seonghwa slowly walked backwards. He overstayed his welcome, and it was time for him to leave. So, as quietly as he could, he packed up all of his belongings.

Yunho ended up leaving before Seonghwa ever emerged, which confused you because usually Seonghwa and Yunho got along. After you said goodbye to your friend, you went back to your bedroom to see Seonghwa standing with a bunch of bags— his bags.

“Hwa… Wh-what is going on?” you stuttered out as your blood ran cold.

“I’m leaving.”

Your jaw dropped.

“What?! What, what, what?!”

Seonghwa didn’t need to elaborate. He grabbed the bags and walked out of the bedroom. You grabbed one of the bags and tugged on it, trying to stop the man from walking or at least keep one of his bags so he wouldn’t be able to leave, but he was strong, and he dragged you and the bags to the front door.

“What do you mean?! How can you just— What— Why are you doing this, Seonghwa?!”

“I do this, Y/N, okay?! I leave. I always leave. I don’t commit to anything or anyone, and I always fucking leave. Got it?”

Seonghwa threw his bags to the ground in front of the door and proceeded to have the argument with you— anything to get you to resent him and kick him out the door, but he knew you would never do that. You weren’t that kind of person.

“Then why the fuck did you get in a relationship with me if you were planning on leaving from the very beginning?!”

“Because I fell in love with you from the moment we met!”

“So then don’t fucking leave!” you were hysterical at that point. “I just— I don’t understand your fucking logic— why won’t you commit?! If you love me so much, then fucking stay with me!”

“You will never understand—”

“Then help me understand! Don’t fucking do this to me, Seonghwa! Please— I love you so much!”

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a forceful kiss, tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa could taste the salt from your tears, and he desperately wanted to stay with you, but he just could not. It wasn’t meant for him. It was never meant for him.

He didn’t kiss you back, but he didn’t push you away either. It was when you pulled away that he successfully got away from your touch. You saw tears welling up in his eyes as he opened his mouth to say one last thing, but he didn’t. He left. Just like that.

Seonghwa knew it from the very beginning, but he shouldn’t have let you talk to him that day because it was from that moment on that he knew you were never going to have a happy ending. Even if he chose to stay with you, you were going to die sad, and he was going to have to live with the pain. At least this way he didn’t have to see you die.

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[teez-the-time]

Strawberry and Wine: PREVIEW

Pairing: Consort! Seonghwa x Emperor! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Synopsis: as an Emperor, you liked to indulge in the pleasantries of life. The shiniest jewels, the best wines, the tastiest delicacies. But in the years of your reign, you had never found something as exquisite as the lips of Park Seonghwa.

Warnings: masturbation (f and m receiving), oral sex (f), breast play, piv sex, riding, dry humping, grinding, a lil food play, alcohol consumption (no drunk characters), pretty vanilla actually, body wordship, my characters are whipped as usual, pls tell me if I miss something

Wc: 7k-8k

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Release date: April 21, 2024

A/N. Let's pretend like I didn't disappear for three entire months after promising to have some stories coming soon. College kicked my ass, but at least I have two free weeks before going back to that hellhole. Either way, if you want to be added to the taglist, comment here or DM me!!

The wing reserved for the royal consorts was exquisite and lavish. Several rooms expanded around, forming a circle with a marble fountain in the middle depicting two lovers embracing each other with the utmost intensity. A dome was constructed on top of it, so the lovers were perpetually bathed in sunshine or moonlight. The floors were carpeted with the finest rugs imported from exotic lands in faraway continents. No speck of dust could be found on any corner, and all vases were always kept full with your favourite flowers. All the artwork was seasonally changed and handpicked by the emperors themselves according to their consorts' tastes. After all, it was the emperors' duty to pamper them and keep them content.

Having prided enough in your work at the consort wing, you began walking through the left part of the circle. Despite being able to hold many guests, most of the chambers were empty. In your short reign as emperor, you had only taken four consorts, without planning to add more in the foreseeable future. As a female emperor, it wasn’t a good look for your legacy to be remembered for promiscuity rather than your political achievements. Also, you were quite content with whom you had chosen to be your lovers.

Normally, the consort wing was brewing with life, always full of servants and guards waiting on your partners. While it could be refreshing to breathe that atmosphere, it was undeniable that the emperor’s visit was a cause of drama in the palace. Everyone was always eager to learn who were you coming to see, what you talked about and what to expect, and no doubt the speculation resulted in scheming that you weren’t ready to discover just yet. That’s why you tried to keep your appearances late and spaced in between, just to keep gossip at bay.

And, maybe, add some excitement too.

Seonghwa’s room was the farthest away, much to your dislike. Nevertheless, the wait made your little escapade even more thrilling. You reached the door, softly knocking on the sturdy wood. A few seconds passed and no one answered it. You knocked again, and still no answer. By now, one of Seonghwa’s servants would have opened it to let you go in, but tonight didn’t seem to be the case. Starting to get worried, you grabbed the knob and tried to push it open by yourself. Surprisingly, it offered no resistance and you found yourself inside Seonghwa’s chambers. You were preparing to scold him for his imprudence of leaving a door unlocked at night when the most pleasant of smells inundated your nostrils.

At first, it was just the sweet aroma of vanilla and jasmine, but the more you breathed in, the richer the smell got. Soon enough, your mind was floating along with the scent, making you relax into the atmosphere. It reminded you of something hidden in the depths of the soul. Desire. It wasn’t strong nor overpowering, but it lingered there, just barely out of reach .

When you shook out the initial stupor of the aroma, you scanned the room looking for your companion for the night. Normally, he would be waiting for you in one of the exquisite sofas and chairs of the sitting area before the door, but tonight he wasn’t there either. 

Apparently, the young lord had made sure that your night was full of oddities.

#teez the time #ateez #ateez fanfic #atiny #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff

[rosewould]

breathless; cs

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x san 🖱️⤻ word count; 4.2k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut 🖱️⤻ synopsis; movie night is the last thing on your mind when San is squeezing your thigh and reminding you of his naughty words on the walk there 🖱️⤻ warnings; unrealistic anal (pls suspend your disbelief), fingering (anal again), piv, breath play, san is rough during and soft in between, squirting, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, dirty talk, unprotected sex (a staple atp), I think that's all

⌨️⤻ I started writing this a whiiiile ago I’m talking years, so sorry if some things sound weird (like the very beginning). Also Moment by Victoria Monet is a good song to listen to during the smut.

Friends with benefits had to start somewhere, right? For you it started with the smell of rain through your cracked window and your plush comforter tangled around your body. You inhale deeply, soaking in the immense amount of comfort you were feeling. All of that Saturday night bliss was interrupted by a loud knock at your window–

Window?

Your eyes shot open, your torso jerking upward upon seeing the outline of a human being in your window. You gasp loudly before realizing it was San. Scrambling out of bed, you hurriedly slide the window open. That impish smile he always sported stops your incoming lecture.

"Give me attention, Wooyung's angry at me and Seonghwa's boring as always." He doesn't wait for your answer, just kicking his legs forward into your room. He maneuvers behind you and before you could turn he's already wrapping his hoodie-clad body around yours. He locks his arms around you, sighing contently. You can't help but inhale the strong scent of rain and a soft hint of his woody cologne.

"You were that desperate that you climbed up to my second story window?" You turn slightly, peering at his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He chuckles, a puff of air hitting your neck and leaving goosebumps.

"Don't call me desperate, it makes me feel pathetic." You can hear his pout in his voice. The same pout that sparks something in you from time to time.

"But you are pathetic Sannie." You mock his obnoxiously cute act. You unlock his arms from around you to take a shower. When you come back he's relaxing on your bed, hood over his head. His eyes are glued to his phone until he realizes you're present. He peers at you, not moving his head an inch.

"Go brush your teeth, nasty." He scrunches up his nose. You rush over and pull his hood over his face. He pulls it away to show his betrayed expression.

"I just did, dickhead." You mutter, trying to do it again but he catches your wrists. You grunt, trying to pull them away but he just catches them again. With your hands in his grasp, he pushes himself up into a kneeling position.

"You're lying, come here lemme smell."

You hurriedly free yourself and grab a pillow to wack him upside his head. You flee the bed before his arms can catch you but it’s no use. He rushes over to you before you could run away and puts you in a headlock. You growl unconvincingly before biting his arm. He yells like he was mortally wounded and you fervently shush him, knowing the footsteps approaching your door was someone on the way to scold you.

The door flies open with your member, Alice, appearing behind it. She looks at the two of you in silent confusion for an uncomfortable amount of time. Her eyes linger on San. "Don't you have a fucking dorm?!" She raises her hand up, gesturing toward him in a desperate search for clarity on the situation.

"Did you get kicked out of KQ my guy? Why are you always here?" San groans loudly, rolling his eyes before letting you go.

"Alice your nagging is causing me serious pain, leave before I have a stroke." He shoos her away but she'd already slammed the door before she could see the gesture.

"Go home before I call Sean Kim you parasite!" She yells mid stair descent. San's eyes linger on the door.

"I can't tell if she's serious- hey!" He sees you trying to escape and runs after you, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let's go to my dorm before she actually calls the man."

–🖱️▷

Wooyoung was always so comfortable to be around. Hence why your head was on his shoulder and not San's. You look down at your hand as he interlocks his fingers with yours. He was very inviting, but also extremely attractive in a personality sense. He had your heart beating faster with every look, every touch, and man did he touch a lot. He was always nipping the shell of your ear as well, which you had gotten used to for the most part.

Upon your arrival, the boys decided it was an impromptu Saturday movie night. It would happen every Saturday but due to your schedules, it’s more of a once a month type of thing. You were seated in the living room with four out of the eight members surrounding you on the couch. San had disappeared somewhere and you wondered where he was until you felt a presence behind you. You turned to see San towering over you and Wooyoung. He had two blankets over his shoulder. Wooyung looked at him with a neutral expression.

"I thought you guys were angry with each other, so dramatic."

"He is angry! Look at him!" San exclaimed, pointing frantically at Wooyoung. You glance over at the man, who stares back at you with the same normal expression. You look back at San.

"San are you sick?"

"Sick of you guys." He shoves Wooyoung over by his head. Wooyoung exclaims in disbelief, sporting the cutest look of betrayal. "No cuddles from me or ___ today." Wooyoung warns, scowling at San before settling at the opposite end of the couch.

"Me neither." Seonghwa adds as he walks in with chips. San feigns laughter as he settles between you and Wooyoung.

"Separating ___ and I isn't going to make me cuddle you instead." San snaps his head towards Wooyoung who's giving him a knowing look. "I-I didn't- let's just start the movie."

You peek over at Hongjoong, who's still on his phone despite the movie being on. Mingi and Yeosang’s eyes are glued to the screen, though. You smile at the intense focus on their faces and flinch when you feel a hand on your leg.

Usually, Wooyoung would be the one doing so and you were used to it. Wooyoung, however, was on the other side of San. You look up at his face. When he senses your eyes on him, he slowly turns his head to look back. Your eyes linger on each other for a moment. You furrow your brows at him, but his eyes can't seem to stay on yours. He nips at his bottom lip before regaining the courage to look into your eyes again. Even under the dynamic coloring from the television, you could see that his face is significantly redder.

You gasp slightly when he squeezes your thigh. The look in his eyes was nervous yet determined. You scoot closer to him instinctively, and he whispers in your ear.

"I wasn't joking around earlier."

With his lips dangerously close to your ear, your mind immediately reflects back to your late-night walk to his dorm.

San jetted forward, easily leaving you in the dust. You yell after him but fail to catch up. You hunch over, hands resting on your knees as you catch your breath.

"Fine! If you're gonna leave me I'm going back home!" You cross your arms, cranky eyebrows starting to form. You hear his footsteps getting closer behind you and your expression unwittingly melts into a smile. You yelp as he lifts you up and spins you in a circle from behind. His arms fitted with the thick material of his hoodie feel like heaven around you. The light sprinkle of rain does little to drench either of you, just leaving tiny dots of moisture on both your jackets and filling your nostrils with the scent. You turn your head and catch a glimpse of his face, his prolonged journey through the rain dampening the hair sitting on his forehead. Your eyes slowly trail to the few droplets that linger on his lips. You slap at his arm.

"Hey, shhh! We gotta be careful!" You whisper.

"Says the one screaming." He spins you around once more before hugging you tightly against him. You whine in protest, this hug hurting more than anything.

"I can't breathe."

"Don't you like breath play?"

"Stop using my drunk words against me."

He loosens his grip a bit to look into your eyes. "You want me to do that for you? It's been a while since Joo-"

You interrupt him with a loud gasp.

"What did you just say?!"

He moves his lips next to your ear, brushing against it slightly before his breath tickles at your skin. 

"I can push your face into the mattress." You can hear the grin on his face. You immediately push him away, laughing loudly.

"You're so disgusting!" You run away from him toward the building, hearing him cackle behind you.

San jokes like this normally. He made sexual remarks all the time, to you and the rest of his friends. There was never any sexual tension. You stare blankly at him as you recollect how the remarks made your heart race each time. How could you not imagine it when he spells it out for you like that?

He lifts his hand off your leg, leaves the couch, and disappears down the hallway behind you. You watch, but your legs are stuck. If you leave now it'll be too obvious, and you're way too self-conscious. Everyone seems to be immersed in something. Be it snacks, the movie, or their phones. Still, you employ a precautionary measure just in case.

“Guys is that the bathroom by the front door?” Your announcement earns you a barrage of shooshes, even from Hongjoong who’s clearly playing some game on his phone. “That’s a closet. The bathroom is the second door to your left.” He answers distractedly, still glued to his phone. “Down the hallway.” He points, finally lifting his gaze.

You move the blanket from on top of your lap and make your way out of the living room. No curious or suspicious eyes are cast upon you as you leave, making you confident everything went as planned. Hopefully they don’t notice you’ll probably be back after longer than is expected for a bathroom break.

You carefully open the door to the first bedroom, straining your eyes to search for San. You start to turn once you don’t see him when you feel hands on your waist. Your heart immediately kicks up in speed, just his hands on you making your lower abdomen dissolve into a pit of lava. 

“I was waiting for you.” His lips against your ear again has you boiling over and flipping around to face him. He dips his head lower, demolishing whatever was left of that line you’ve been toeing since you met. There’s no ignoring the tension between you as your faces hover ever so close, the threat to change your dynamic forever too inevitable to ignore.

You’ve been practically vibrating since he put his hand on your thigh. You grab his waist before planting a quick experimental kiss on his lips. You don’t even fully pull back before he’s grabbing your face and melding your lips together. The jittery feeling only intensifies as your lips glide against one another. You were unsure despite officially unleashing a hidden desire you’ve had for a long time. The kiss deepens and your small noises grow in desperation until he’s moving the both of you into the bedroom. You push him against the door, closing it in the process. It was a little loud but you’re too busy trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats to care.

Harsh breaths are shared between the two of you as your hands ravish each other. You gasp in his mouth when he squeezes your ass, feeling your core weep for him. “I can’t take it anymore, San.” You suck in a shaky breath, eyes focused on his lips. His hair still being a little damp from the rain and his lips a little swollen are what you take note of in the blue light of the moon. Then it’s his eyes with desperation to match yours. 

He smirks before throwing you over his shoulder, pulling a surprised giggle from your chest. He tosses you down on the bed, feeling his pants grow tighter as you turn over and raise your ass into the air. He wishes he could have you on your back, watching you splayed out underneath him with those lust filled eyes. Pushing your face into the mattress would do just fine, though. San pulls your underwear and pajama pants over the swell of your ass, tugging it all the way down and almost off until you stop him.

“What if we hear someone coming? We can’t get completely naked.” You whisper frantically. He shushes you, soothingly unlike his members moments earlier. You feel his soft lips start pressing into the skin of your thighs and you shiver. He kisses all the way up to your ass, making his way closer to your asshole and dripping core. “Want you to be comfortable.” He presses a long, wet kiss to your anus and your guard weakens. You let him take your pants off completely as he repeats the kiss.

A long swipe of his tongue catches just the edge of your vagina, focusing on flattening against your other hole. You groan, peeking your head back to watch him. “We have to be quick.” You murmur, barely protesting as he laps between your cheeks. “S-San.” You mewl.

“Hm?” His voice rumbles against your hole before he starts flicking his tongue against it. No one has ever done this for you and you never imagined it could feel like this. 

“F-feels so good.” You whine, your voice suddenly unfamiliar as you spread your cheeks for him. Both your holes flutter, more wetness seeping from your cunt. He presses his tongue against you, the suction-like sound filling the room is filthy. You can feel his saliva building up and dripping to mix with your own slick. “Oh god.” All you can do is whimper as he goes to town on your hole, providing stimulation so new and unfamiliar, yet so intoxicating.

Your pleasure never peaks, just stays consistently potent until suddenly your legs are shaking and your pussy is clenching. You stutter out curses as you dig your fingers into your ass. San overlaps his hands with yours, forcing a harsher spread as he eats you out through your sudden orgasm. “Fuck– San, fuck!” Your hands fall from your body and you grip the covers as he stimulates you just a little too long. He plants two loud and obnoxious kisses on your anus before standing up. You look back just in time to see the thick string of saliva that keeps you linked until it breaks away.

He walks away while pulling his shirt off, sauntering breathlessly to a nearby dresser. You watch his muscular upper body as he sorts through the top drawer and pulls out a tiny bottle. He walks back with a lazy grin, looking breathtaking under the moonlight. He frees his lower body, shuffling off the remaining clothes and kicking them away. He stands rigid, red and angry from the lack of attention. He pours the lube into his palm before rubbing it over the shaft. You watch longingly as he tosses his head back, releasing a low groan as he twists his hand around.

“I don’t think you need that.” The exorbitant amount of natural lubricant on your ass and vagina were starting to get uncomfortable. 

“Mm, I will,” He tosses the lube on the bed before pressing a finger against your anus, “for this hungry hole.” He pushes the finger covered in lube to fuck into you. Your jaw drops open, head falling back against the bed. You thought this would feel like nothing, considering it’s not as sensitive as a pussy, but it’s an entirely different but welcome sensation. Your hole sucks his finger in, proving just how hungry it is.

“You probably never give attention to this hole, huh?” He fucks it in a little faster, testing the waters and watching as you shake your head. “I’m gonna show you how good you could feel. It’s been too long since someone fucked you right.” He twists his finger, pushing in to his second knuckle and humming at your surprised noises. “Let’s make up for lost time.” He coos before thrusting his finger into you at high speeds, your legs shutting doing nothing to dull the staggering pleasure he’s brought upon you. 

Your back repeatedly curls and uncurls until San uses his other hand to hold you still. Tender kisses on your thighs momentarily ground you but you can feel a fierce fire building. The sudden emptiness you feel has you sitting up. San pushes your upper half back onto the bed before admiring the way your hole gapes a little wider. He digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of your ass before spreading it again, watching your hole beg to be filled. He growls, giving you one last squeeze before hitting you with a barrage of spanks. High pitched whimpers fly from your mouth as you flinch from each slap. “Give it to me,” You cry, sending a finger down to circle your clit. “please.”

He smacks your ass one last time. “Yeah? Want me to fill your greedy ass?” He grabs your hair, lifting you from the bed, groaning salaciously at your eager nods. He pushes your head into the mattress and lines himself up to push inside your asshole at the same time. Your harsh gasp is muffled by the bed, followed by all your bewildered noises as he fucks your hole open. 

Yet another foreign sensation confuses your frazzled senses as you desperately try to get over the initial shock. Once you do it’s like you hear angels singing. You’re reminded of just how much you love the sensation of being deprived of air. The way it clouds your brain and makes you feel like you’re floating. All with a slight burning discomfort that only makes it sweeter.

Your finger twitches against your clit, a touch overwhelmed by all the different sensations being thrown your way. Your ears start to ring, blocking out how sexy San sounds praising you as his voice trembles. His cock had bottomed out by now and you can feel him so deep inside you. Just the thought of his tip buried where no one’s ever been has you quickening your finger. 

Your heart starts to slow and your limbs start to go numb so you let out a warning noise and San holds you up immediately. Your fingers squish against your saturated fold as your eyes roll back. You’re officially on cloud nine as violent waves of pleasure roll through your entire body, leaving you a quivering mess as you cum harder than you thought possible. You don’t realize what position you're in until you come down and feel San’s chest against your back. His body flush against you, still buried to the hilt. “You good?” He whispers, embracing you softly while you surface again. You hum and nod, still unable to speak after the mind blowing orgasm. You chuckle lightly, realizing you’re gonna be filling your ass a lot more after this.

“Good.” San holds you steady as he pulls out of you, making you both groan. He flips you onto your back and smooths his hands up your stomach. He kisses your belly button and moves down to the sensitive space right above your crotch, peppering kisses there until you dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Want me to do it again?” He laughs when you nod eagerly. “Never thought I would like butt stuff.”

“No, I’m filling your pretty pussy this time.” The way he says such vulgar things in such a lovely way is astonishing. “I mean breath play. Are you ready to go again?”

“Uh-huh.” You give him a small smile, feeling excited again. Your excitement spikes when he tugs you closer by your legs. He leans closer and captures your lips, brushing his member against your swollen mound in the process. A mewl is transferred from your mouth to his and you can feel him start to shift. His noises get deeper, growling against you. His hands ravage you rougher as well and it stokes the fire in your belly. 

“You should’ve told me you wanted this so bad.” He nudges your nose with his own and you feel his velvety tip brush your clit. You flinch, it’s still sensitive from the last time you came. “Poor thing is cock starved.” He coos mockingly. Your bite back is lost as he slams inside, leaving you seeing stars with your mouth agape. When your vision clears you see his sinister smile as he reaches for a pillow. “I’ll fuck you until all you can think about is my dick.” He breathes before covering your face with the pillow. Hard, punishing pounding is what follows as you’re submerged in darkness. Your pelvises knock together with deafening slaps joined with the creamy sounds of your cunt.

With your breathing obstructed all your other senses are heightened. His skin is so soft where you’re joined together, and through the sea of your arousal you can just make out the smooth, delicate skin of his shaft moving along your walls. His tip parts you open, starting the process to reopen your pussy for fucking. Just the thought of spending hours with San, restoring your hole to how it once was and then some. San is much thicker than the man previous and you can feel your rim struggling to compensate. 

San pushes your shirt over your breasts to watch them bounce with each smack of his hips. He presses his hand further into the pillow, smothering you just as much as you needed to get you there. Time seemingly slows, San’s voice echoes out and your brain is filled with a thick fog. You tap his hand three times and he stops. He pulls the pillow away, letting you suck in a good amount of air and making sure you’re alright. The minute he sees your feature twisted in euphoria he places the pillow back over your face. He presses down again until your hips are twitching and you feel a tight pressure in your stomach. You choke out a thick whimper as you clamp your legs around San’s hips. The high squeal you let out is fully unintentional. Your stomach is on fire, searing you endlessly as your vagina feels like it’s erupting. San makes a noise in shock, letting go of the pillow and gripping the bed on either side of you. You shove the pillow off your face, thinking you’ve just pissed yourself and gape at the sight.

Your pussy is engorged, squirting all over San’s lower half. Your tummy tightens as you watch San fuck through the pressure and resist being pushed out. You throw your head back, back arching as you’re pushed far past the edge. San rests his palm on your lower abdomen before pushing in, prolonging your explosive orgasm. No noises breach past your throat, just remain trapped as he continues thrusting. “San! I can’t take it-” You squeeze. He finally pulls out, leaving your body to convulse as he bites his lip. He watches you with heavy lids, stroking your juices over his cock.  “Taking me so well.” He praises darkly before slapping his tip against your mound.

He leans back over you, grabbing your hands and stretching your arms above your head. “I’m gonna make a mess of that cunt of yours.” He smirks and breathes a laugh before thrusting back in. He pushes in so easily he bottoms out immediately. He maintains his depth and thrusts shallowly, letting his balls slap against your spent asshole. “Wanna see you while I cum inside.” San drops his hips and plants a deep kiss on your lips. 

With a steady rhythm he moves like water, swinging his hips and arching his back before thrusting back deep inside you. Your eyes trail down his features, finally able to take in just how beautiful he looks while you’re curled around him. The slight shine to his eyes as each drag of his cock brings him closer to cumming. The way his firm expression cracks more and more. If your hands were free you’d trace every curve and mark of his face. His rhythm wavers, his brows drawn together tightly as he examines your face just as you’re doing to him. Finally, he succumbs to the pleasure, letting go of your hand and fisting the covers as he gets painfully close.

You reach up and grab his face and pull him closer until your foreheads are touching. The squeeze of your belly surprises you, you’re gonna cum again. His hips shudder, the heat in his crotch getting hotter with each second. He raises his brows, mouth parting as he feels his cum being pumped from his cock. He lets out an unexpectedly loud noise as he drops his hips one more time. He pushes his hips forward until you’re being lifted off the bed. You shoot your hand down frantically, circling your clit until your cunt starts spasming around his cock. 

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you close, staying buried inside you as he spurts rivulets of cum inside you. Small kisses are littered along your collarbone and shoulder until he fully collapses, resting his head on your shoulder.

All your concerns about cleaning up and not getting caught fade away as exhaustion takes a hold of you. With San’s arms tightly wrapped around you, you feel safe and secure. Four orgasms later, you’re utterly spent. Plus, all that matter right now is the man on top of you.

#1k #abaap right around the corner #choi san #san #ateez #atz #kpop #smut #san smut #kpop smut #ateez smut #atz smut #choi san smut

[strawbxrryhwa]

"I like you." - park seonghwa.

pairing - park seonghwa x fembodied!reader

genre/warnings - smut! mdni. toxic!seonghwa, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex (pls don’t), slight choking (he literally only loosely wraps his hand around readers throat), let me know if i missed anything!

word count - 4.5k

authors note - hii everyone! this is officially my first post on here, so i’m most definitely super nervous.. but i hope you enjoy!!

A knock could be heard echoing through Seonghwas house; bouncing across the walls. Outside of the door you stood, anxiously waiting, nerves running through your body. You fiddled with the strap on your bag, trying to distract your mind and keep your thoughts collected.

Seonghwa had invited you to another one of those horrible parties he kept attending; or more accurately threatend you to go. Parties weren’t really your thing. It wasn’t like you didn’t like them, you enjoyed parties. You just didn’t enjoy seeing Seonghwa make out with every other girl there. You would have rather stayed at home; reading books in the comfort of your bed. Not getting your heart broken while you're out to have a good time. 

Seonghwa was known to be a bit of a fuckboy. Sleeping around with whoever he could seduce; and sadly, you had fallen for his charm. You had been friends with him for as long as you could remember. Both his and your mom had been childhood friends, so it just kind of happened that you both ended up as friends. Your crush on him had developed pretty early on. But you were scared to ruin the friendship you had; so you just kept quiet. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door flying open in front of you. You looked up to see Seonghwa greeting you with a smile, stepping to the side and motioning for you to come inside. You smiled stepping inside, letting your bag slip down to the floor. Seonghwa closed the door behind you as you bent down to untie your shoes; not noticing the way Seonghwa lingered by the door, eyes stuck on you. 

You put your shoes away on the shoe rack to not anger the clean freak; grabbing your bag and standing back up, turning to him with a smile.  “I thought you’d be late,” Seonghwa taunted with a cheeky grin, moving away from the door to walk towards his bedroom. You rolled your eyes at him, even though he had his back turned to you. 

“I’m not always late,” You said, annoyance dripping in your words. Sure, you had a small habit of being late sometimes. But it definitely wasn’t as bad as Seonghwa made it out to be. “Yeah, sure.” He scoffed. 

Walking into his room was just the same as always. His bed perfectly made, not a speck of dust in sight and the pleasant mild scent of lavender filling your nose. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the familiar scent. A small smile spread over your lips.

You shot a glance at his bed, smile dropping, before looking over at his desk, already knowing where you’d choose to sit. You sat down, your bag once again hitting the floor. You let out an overdramatic annoyed sigh while slumping back in the chair, glancing over at Seonghwa to see his reaction. He looked over at you, eyebrows raised with a confused expression on his face. 

“What’s up?” He asked, turning back around to his closet; going back to his search for an outfit. “Do we really have to go?” You groaned while throwing your head back. Seonghwa felt himself twitch. He turned back to look at you, thousands of sinful images running through his head seeing you in the position you were in. 

“Come on, don’t be such a bore,” He walked over to you, his head hovering over yours. You looked up at him rolling your eyes, moving back up so you were sitting normally. Seonghwa spun the chair in his direction; his hands resting on the armrests. He leaned over you slightly, eyes staring into yours. “You’d just stay at home reading one of those boring books of yours.” He said, a small smirk spread across his lips. You felt your cheeks go hot. You crossed your arms and quickly turned away from him.

“I would’ve preferred that actually.” 

Seonghwa chuckled before pushing himself off the chair. Your head snapped back to him, watching him walk back to his wardrobe; your eyes scanning his body. 

You broke your eyes away from him, looking around his room; eyes shooting towards his bed. Your head began swarming. Seonghwa had told you about the multiple times he’s had girls over. It was painful to listen to; but you were so close, so it wasn’t weird. Right? He was your best friend, telling you those things in details couldnt be weird, right? “You know what,” You began as you stood up, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “I’ll sleep in the guestroom tonight.” 

“Why? We always share a bed,” Seonghwa answered, currently buttoning up the shirt he had decided to wear. “There is no way you’re sleeping in the guestroom.” He continued, head turning to look at you as you moved closer to the door of his bedroom. You shrugged. “I’d rather get settled in there right away, rather than being kicked out when you bring a girl home.” You joked, hand grabbing the handle of the door. 

He raised an eyebrow, tucking the front of his shirt into his pants before walking towards you. “I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid,” He reached for your bag and took it from you, his other hand reaching for yours. He dragged you towards his bed, letting your bag fall to the floor before sitting you down. “You’re sleeping in here with me, that’s final.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, air trapped in your lungs as you looked up towards Seonghwa towering over you. You swallowed before gathering enough courage to speak. “Yeah, whatever.” Was all you managed to mumble out, face turning away from him.

“Good girl.”

He smiled, petting your head before turning away from you; getting back to finish getting ready. 

-

The cab ride there felt like torture. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out your throat. Your nerves almost completely taking over. You were fiddling with your hands in your lap, staring out the window; when you felt a hand on your bare thigh. You looked down and followed the hand up to see Seonghwa looking back at you.

“You good?” He asked, voice dripping in concern. You smiled and nodded, doing your best to cover it up. He slowly nodded, keeping his eyes on you. You turned back to look out the window; praying the car ride would be over soon. Hyper-aware of his hand on your thigh. You shifted in your seat, nerves growing the longer his hand was kept on your thigh. Seonghwa smirked seeing you shift under his touch: his pointer finger slowly started moving in a circular motion, smirk growing bigger as he saw you shiver. 

He had always enjoyed teasing you. Knowing full well the control he had over you. It was like he knew you liked him, but wouldn’t dare do anything about it. 

You kept your gaze glued to the window, head foggy as you felt his hand move the slightest bit further up your leg. But before he could do anything else the cab driver announced your arrival.

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt Seonghwas hand leave your thigh. You both got out of the car and Seonghwa walked up to you throwing his arm over your shoulders. 

 “Let’s go!” 

Hearing the loud music booming out of the house made you cringe. Regret flowing through you like crazy; and stepping inside the house only made it worse. The music already making your head ache. You both wandered further into the house; finding your way to the livingroom to find the rest of your friends. You noticed Mingi fairly quickly, nudging Seonghwa to point in their direction. 

When getting closer to the rest of the guys you shrugged off Seonghwas arm from your shoulders; wrapping your arms around Mingi in a hug, greeting him. You broke free from him and turned to greet the rest of the boys; your nerves slowly disappearing. 

-

Time seemed like it just flew by as you all sat together. All your worries had completely weared off; and for once you were actually having a lot of fun at a party like this. You were currently laughing like crazy over a horrible joke Mingi had thrown out, your hand found its way to his arm; playfully slapping it. Seonghwa took notice and couldn’t help but glare at the interaction; before his eyes scanned the room.

His eyes landed upon a girl dancing in the middle of the room, a small smirk spreading across his face. He stood up, excusing himself from the group before making his way over with two things in mind; sex and revenge. Seeing what direction he was going in made it click, you knew exactly what he was about to do. I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid. Yeah, right. Your mood immediately switched, feeling like you just shrunk in size; wishing you could just vanish into the couch you were sitting on. 

Mingi quickly noticed the shift in your body language, eyes following the direction you were looking only to see Seonghwa make out with some girl in the middle of the room. Mingi felt his jaw clench; if only looks could kill. Mingi knew about your crush, being the only person you had opened up to about it. He had kind of picked up on it by himself and eventually asked you about it, his suspicions getting confirmed. He had been there for you whenever it got too overwhelming, being the second closest person to you after Seonghwa. 

Mingi teared his eyes away from his friend, looking back at you; face softening. “You wanna go outside for a bit?” He yelled over the music, nudging you. Your eyes shot up to him, answering with a nod. You both got up and Mingi grabbed hold of your hand, leading you outside. Seonghwa noticed, lips breaking away from the girl in front of him to watch you leave. 

-

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped outside the door; the cool air hitting your skin. You both headed over to a nearby bench and sat down. You sighed, head dropping down as you let out a laugh. Mingis head turned to look at you, eyebrows raised in confusion and shock at the sudden action.

“It’s ridiculous,” You began, throwing your head back and looking up at the star-filled sky. “It’s been years at this point.” You trailed off; not being too sure where you wanted to go with what you were saying. Mingi kept quiet and wrapped you into a hug, resting your head on his chest. You both sat like that for a while; you couldn’t even cry. How could you even? It had been going on for years; but still you just couldn’t seem to get rid of the feelings you had; and it was not like Seonghwa made it any easier for you. 

Mingi gently patted your head with his hand, the other one gently rubbing up and down your back. You sighed, eyes tightly closing before breaking free from his grasp. You opened your eyes again and gave him a small smile.

“I think I’ll just go home early.” You sighed, looking back towards the house. “Could you tell the others I just got too tired or something?” You asked, looking back at him. 

“You sure?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Mingi knew you too well, he didn’t want to let you go; knowing you’d overthink and that you shouldn’t be left alone. But he couldn’t really stop you either.

“I’m sure,” You started. You stood back up, looking down at the man in front of you. “I want to get back home before him, so I can sneak into the guestroom.” You tried to joke, a dry laugh leaving your throat. Mingi didn’t really find your horrible joke funny, but still chuckled as he stood up. 

“I’ll call you a cab.” He said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Shooting a smile your way.

-

A pleasant sigh escaped your lips as you snuggled down into the bed in the guestroom. You had managed to remove your makeup and change into your pajamas, which ironically happened to be one of Seonghwas shirts. 

I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid. 

His words kept repeating in your head, almost taunting you. Why did you agree? You had always declined Seonghwas invitation to parties, no matter how much he tried or begged you always declined; so why didn't you do it this time? Why? What was so different?

More questions swarmed your head as you felt tears well up in your eyes, allowing them to fall. All you wanted was to turn back time, to go back and decline his invitation. Maybe even travel back further in time to slap yourself for allowing this crush to appear in the first place. 

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of the front door opening; making you freeze, holding your breath as you heard the house fill up with laughter. 

Seonghwa and the same girl he met from the party stumbled into the house. Seonghwas hands explored the girl's body, lips kissing down her neck. Moanes escaped the girls throat, her hands finding their way into Seonghwas hair, slightly pulling on it. He groaned from the feeling, leading her further into the house as they kept their hands on each other. 

You could hear it all, as well as their footsteps going further into the house. You turned your back towards the door, tightly closing your eyes praying for sleep to just take over so you could escape the sounds. You heard them pass Seonghwas room, confusion filling you. Their footsteps were getting closer to your door; and suddenly it swung open. All the noise abruptly stopped. 

The silence was killing you, it felt like they stood there for an eternity before you could hear them move away from the door. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, letting your body relax. But it didn’t last for long; you could already hear the moans coming from his room. His groans making your face heat up. But tears yet again spilling from your eyes as you realized what he was actually doing. It didn’t take too long for you to fall asleep though, the party, tears and just everything had you completely exhausted. 

-

Waking up was the last thing you wanted to do, you didn’t even bother opening your eyes before trying to fall back into sleep. Feeling heavy you let out a groan as you tried to shift in bed, only to realize you had a pair of arms wrapped around you. 

You froze from the realization, opening your eyes only to be met by Seonghwas bare chest. Your breath got caught in your throat from the shock, mind going blank as you laid there. You tried to carefully turn your body to the other side to get out of his grip and leave; but you only made it to your back before you felt yourself getting pulled closer to Seonghwa. 

“Good morning.” He mumbled, his voice raspy from just waking up making your stomach flip. All you managed to let out was a quiet ‘hm’ as a response, once again moving to get out of his grip. He groaned from your action, once again pulling you closer; if that was even possible. Your head was pushed up against his chest again and you held in a breath. 

“What are you doing?” He started, slightly lifting his head to look down at your face that laid pressed against him. “Just go back to sleep.” He finished, head falling back into his pillow, slightly squeezing you. You sighed. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, being wide awake. What is he doing in here? You moved your head to look around the room, only for the realization to hit that you were in fact not in the guestroom. 

You pushed away from him, finally escaping his hold on you. You rolled over to get out of bed but felt his hands sneak around your waist yet again. He pulled you back up against him, his head snuggling into your neck. 

“Let go, Seonghwa.” He felt his body freeze, knowing you were mad at him. You never addressed him by his full name, just only whenever you were genuinely pissed at him. A small smirk spread across his lips as he let himself relax, pushing his head closer into your neck, giving it a small peck just to tease you. His smirk only grew bigger as he felt your body go stiff. 

“I changed the sheets already.” 

His statement caught you off guard. So what? As if that was enough to actually make you want to stay in bed with him. 

You both laid there quietly for a while. Thoughts running through your mind; but they quickly got interrupted as you felt Seonghwas lips press against your neck once again. One of his hands slowly caressing the side of your body. Shivers ran through your body from his touch, you felt your body heat up; thighs pressing together. 

He shifted behind you, his hand slowly moving closer to your boobs. He nibbled on your ear as you felt his hand pinch your nipple through your shirt. You squirmed in his arms, back slightly arching and your ass pressed up against him; feeling the bulge growing in his pants. You let out a whimper as you felt him kiss down the side of your neck, slightly nibbling and sucking on the skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” He mumbled into your skin, groaning as he felt you brush up against him. Suddenly he was hovering over you, eyes staring into yours. You held in a moan as you felt him press himself against you, your back arching from the contact. “I want to hear you, baby.” He groaned, grinding against you. His lips found their way back to the side of your neck, harshly sucking and biting on the skin; painting it with hickeys. His hands traveled over your body as whimpers kept escaping your lips; low groans leaving him, vibrating against your skin. 

One of his hands traveled down your body, pressing against your core. You gasped loudly, eyes shooting open to be met by Seonghwas. “You’re so wet for me, baby” His fingers slowly drawing circles on your clit over your panties. “Such a good girl” He cooed, his other hand caressing your cheek. His words made your mind go blank. Was this actually happening right now? 

His lips smashed against yours, desperate to taste you. You kissed him back, your hands sneaking into his hair; slightly pulling on it. He groaned into your mouth from the action, feeling like he was about to snap any second. He nibbled on your bottom lip, tongue immediately going in to explore your mouth once you opened it for him. 

He broke away from the kiss as his hand left your dripping pussy. You whined, bucking your hips; missing his touch already. He chuckled, looking down at your face filled with desperation to be touched. His hand moved up to your face, holding his fingers out to you.

“Open up, baby,” He said, a small smile on his face. You hesitated, staring up into his eyes. “Come on, be a good girl for me.” You slowly opened your mouth, allowing him to stick his fingers inside. Your mouth closed around his fingers, your tongue dancing around them. You moaned against them as you tasted yourself. 

He groaned from the sight, feeling himself grow harder by the second. “There we go, baby.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth before moving to sit up. His hands traveling up and down your thighs. 

Seonghwa felt like he was on fire, seeing you like this on his bed had him feeling like he was going insane. He had waited for so long, sleeping with a bunch of girls wishing it would’ve just always been you. But now you laid in front of him, desperate to feel his touch. 

“Hwa…” You managed to whimper out his name. Waiting for him to do anything, rather than just stare at you. Something in him snapped, hearing you whimper out his name had his head spinning. Without a second thought he ripped your panties off, throwing them to the side. His lips found their way back to yours, his fingers going back to pussy. You gasped from the sudden action, your back arching from the feeling. 

“I’ll make you feel so good baby,” He said, lips moving down your throat. His lips left your body for a split second as he threw your shirt off, throwing it in the same direction as your panties. 

His mouth found its way to your boobs, putting one of them in your mouth, sucking and biting on your nipple as his hand gave attention to your other one; pinching and squeezing on it. His other hand found its way back to your pussy, pushing two of his fingers inside without warning. You were a moaning mess underneath him, your hands once again tangling into his hair; tugging and pulling. 

You couldn’t think straight, your back arched and your body kept squirming. The feeling was overwhelming, you felt his fingers stretch you out; curling inside of you. The way he was touching you, as if he knew exactly what to do to make you go dumb. It was as if he knew your body like the back of his hand. 

He pushed a third finger inside, tears welling up in your eyes. You let out a sob as the pleasure became almost overwhelming. The tears fell from your eyes; and you felt your legs begin to shake as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you. 

Seonghwa lifted his head away from your chest, but his fingers never dared to stop. “Are you feeling good, baby?” He asked, his other hand moving to caress your cheek. You nodded your head yes; unable to form a proper sentence. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Use your words, baby.” He stopped completely, his fingers slipping out of you. 

“Y-yes…” You managed to breathe out, wanting for him to touch you again. “There you go,” His fingers slowly pushing into you again. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He continued, his free hand running through your hair. His lips moving to the side of your neck again, planting soft kisses over the hickeys he left. 

“Let me hear you baby,” He said in between kisses while making sure he was stretching you out enough. “Say my name.” 

“Seonghwa.” You whined; and that was enough to make him lose it. The groan he let out was enough to almost push you over the edge. His fingers slid out of you, moving to push down his pants enough to let his cock out. Without a second thought he pushed into you, shocking you enough for a scream to escape your throat. 

He stopped moving as soon as he was fully inside of you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Tears streamed down your face from the sudden shock and the amount of pleasure you were feeling; small sobs continuing to escape your throat. Seonghwa whispered sweet nothings into your ear, doing his best to stop himself from just fucking you dumb there and then. Your arms wrapped around his neck, slowly getting used to him inside you. 

“You good, baby?” You managed to let out a small ‘yes’, making sure you actually used your words this time. You felt him nod in your neck. He planted sweet kisses over your shoulder as he slowly started moving. 

It didn’t take long for him to slowly speed up his pace, lips trailing back up to the side of your neck; once again sucking and biting on the already sensitive skin. One of his hands moved to loosely wrap around your throat. 

The pleasure had you feeling like you were about to slip away, you were a whining mess under him; your eyes rolling back. The sounds escaping Seonghwas mouth had your head spinning, turning you on even more. 

Seonghwa was loosing it completely. The feeling of you clenching around him almost made him go insane; the pretty sounds leaving you only adding to it. His lips left your neck to meet yours, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. 

You could feel yourself getting close, legs shaking as broken moans left you. Seonghwa wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing even deeper and faster into you. 

“Seonghwa… I’m…” Was all you managed to get out between kisses. “It’s alright, baby.” He reassured, knowing he was reaching his high as well.

You let out a loud moan as your orgasm washed through you, Seonghwas thrusts getting sloppier; loosing its rhythm. He kept thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high before pulling out; spilling his seed out onto your stomach. He planted one last sweet kiss onto your lips before getting off you. 

He got off the bed, pulling his pants back up before leaving the room. You stayed still on the bed, your legs still slightly shaking; mind blank. What just happened? 

Before you knew it Seonghwa was back, gently wiping you clean with a warm wet towel. Once he finished he picked you up without a word, moving you into the bathroom; gently helping you into his bathtub. You melted in the hot water, body relaxing. Your eyes closed, a pleasant sigh leaving your lips. 

“Are you alright, y/n?” Your eyes opened back up, looking over at Seonghwa. His face was soft, a small smile spread across his lips as he stared down at you from the side of the tub. You nodded, one of your hands reaching for him. “Join me.” You let out, slightly embarrassed; even after everything you just did. 

Without another word he got undressed. You moved so he could sit down behind you, leaning back against him. You both sat there quietly for a while, just enjoying the warmth of the water. Seonghwa had his arms wrapped around your waist, with a smile stuck on his face. 

-

Seonghwa helped you wash up before helping you back into bed; making sure to change his sheets before doing so. You were both laying in each other's arms, still quiet. You were too scared to speak; afraid to ruin the moment. You could feel your heartbeat speed up, the realization of what had just actually happened almost pushing you into a panicked state. 

“I like you.” The words escaped your mouth before you could even react. Slapping one of your hands over your mouth, cursing at yourself. You heard Seonghwa chuckle, one of his hands running up and down your back in a comforting manner. 

“I like you too.”

© strawbxrryhwa, 2023

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hiii could you do more of Baby!Seonghwa pls?? I loved it and i can’t stop thinking about it since i’ve read it, amazing work btw thanks <3

Medicine

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. i'm back at it with my mommy hwa shenanigans while tweaking with the shells plot line mwahaha

takes place before Baby (you don't have to read to understand but it gives this some extra spice)

✃ "I'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face." -Paper Doll, Flower Face

✫彡wordcount: 3k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ)(¯ ³¯)♡genre: yandere, angst, hurt & comfort

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, periods and period blood(non descriptive), everyone is morally grey, non sexual nudity, references to sh and violence(not towards reader), it's fair to say seonghwa is a murderer lol, jongho and baby bff agenda as hinted at in the first part, more exploration of how the members are affected, one mention of sewer slide, mingi needs a hug fr, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

✩index: little space; a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. hyung; a name for an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

  Seonghwa was certain that he could handle anything you threw his way after five months of being his captive in his care.

      He knew you well, better than he knew himself most days. Even before he had 'taken you home', he tried to learn everything about you to make the transition easier. Some things though- were impossible to know.

     You hadn't gotten your period since before your 'big move', as he called it. He read up on all things womanly to be better prepared so he knew that stress could cause you to skip it. And it did for a long while. Now, though, you were starting to settle in.

     He knew they were painful. But nothing prepared him for the heartbreak when he saw you in the state you were in now.

     He had just gone downstairs to get the mail, but that was apparently all the time it took for you to lock yourself in the bathroom.

     "I don't know what happened, Hyung!" Mingi was just as panicked as Seonghwa at the moment, he felt responsible for whatever was happening behind the locked bathroom door. What if you had gotten into their razors? It would be all his fault... His Hyung trusted him with his Baby and she dashed away before he could even register it.

     Everyone saw the shift in you the past few days, moody and hungry and tired. One of the managers even had the nerve to ask if you could be pregnant. As if Hwa would ever let you skip your birth control.

    "She just ran off! Everything was fine," Mingi continued as he jiggled the knob relentlessly, slapping his palm on the wood while calling out.

     His voice was so loud in Seonghwa's mind. He was so overwhelmed. Scared. Full of rage.

    And then they heard the shower turn on.

    At least he knew you were alive in there.

    "Baby?" He pushed his younger member out of the way and knocked on the door much gentler. "You know you can't take baths alone. Open the door and let me help you."

     There was no response.

    "Now, Baby."

    Only the sound of the water hitting linoleum tiles.

   "Don't make me count to three."

    Mingi backed up at that. He hated when he counted just as much as you did.

    But he didn't have to count, when he heard the tiniest sniff from over the pelting water his body reacted for him. His shoulder came in contact with the door and in the next second he had broken through the frame of the door.

    Mingi looked on in shock, eyes fixed on the metal lock on the door which was still stuck out in place. They followed to the doorframe, splintered open. Then they fell to you, curled up naked on the bathroom floor under the raining water. He looked away at that, turning and crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of wood to busy himself until he knew you were okay enough to leave you in Seonghwas care alone.

      Seonghwa had kneeled next to you, uncaring as the water soaked the knees on his pants. Even more uncaring as he leaned over your face, blocking the water with the back of his head and soaking the collar of his shirt and his hair. The scorching water dripped from his hair to your face as he cupped it in his hands, inspecting you for any damage on the surface.

"Baby, my baby, what's wrong?" The pain in his voice was just as present as the pain in your face. Wound tight like your eyebrows as you winced.

"H-hurts." Was all you could manage, groaning as he untucked your arms from around you to inspect you further. You were fine on the surface.

"Hyung..." His head snapped back to Mingi, who held out your shorts pinched between his fingers, touching them as little as possible. There was a dark spot on them, red and angry as it stained the pattern.

He looked down slowly, eyes meeting the drain as it sucked up the pink tinted water.

ఌ

It took all the convincing in the world from Seonghwas part that for you to remember that you weren't dying. That this happened to big girls every month. Eventually he managed to dry you off after letting the water sooth you for a while and set you up with a pad from the box he's had under the sink since he brought you home.

But then again, some things he couldn't have been prepared for. You told him your periods weren't just painful, they were debilitating. He wished he would have asked you before hand to be more prepared- but now he knows better for next time!

He set you up on the couch with a sock full of uncooked rice that he'd heated up placed on your stomach while he did frantic research on his phone. He peeked back and when he saw you were fast asleep, tuckered out from fighting the pain, he made a beeline downstairs- not even bothering to wait for the elevator and essentially jumping down the stairs.

     He barged right into Yunho and Yeosangs dorm, making a mental note to scold them for not locking the door later on. But for now he was on a mission for his baby.

    "Hello, Yeosang," he greeted briefly as he barged into the room as well, going straight to his shelf of supplements and vitamins. He could only stare dumbfounded as he scooped up what he needed and left. "Bye, Yeosang."

"Hello, Yunho." He spoke as he passed him in their kitchen. He raided the pantry and left with a simple, "Bye, Yunho." The both of them looked on in confusion as their Hyung left the dorm, not bothering to even shut the door.

     "Yah, that's ours!"

    Yunhos yell when unheard -or rather uncared for- as he was out the door just as fast as he came, desperately rushing down the hall as they looked on.

ఌ

That was how everyone ended up in the top story dorm, watching in confusion and anxiety as Seonghwa sat down his stolen goods on the coffee table infront of the couch, careful not to wake you. He went to walk off, and Wooyoung opened his mouth, "is she o-"

      "Shh!" The eldest shushed harshly, shutting him up as he sped walked away.

      "Hey, thats mine!" Another victim of Seonghwas thievery followed his Hyung with a sleepy grimace, blinking confusedly at the scene in the living room.

They had all seen some strange behavior from their eldest member, especially through the past nine months that lead up to this. The day you met was like a switch flipped in his imbalanced mind.

They hated you for that. Or rather, hated the idea of you. Every one of their moral compasses was spun in a complete three sixty when their Hyung kidnapped you those five months ago. He wasn't the same. For the good or bad, you changed Seonghwas live, all of their lives-

For bad, you had been the reason that Hongjoong had to pick dirt from under his nails after covering up one of his best friends sins. You were the reason Mingi had to take a three week hiatus to cover recover from the bruises from when he made eye contact with you. You were the reason that a quarter of their staff had to be paid off when the word spread, just to keep everything from going public.

But then- you were the reason that Seonghwa had started smiling again. The reason he tossed his blades into the river. You were the inspiration to eight different songs in only these few months, one of which was a major break through for them. Your childlike attitude beamed through the apartments.

You brought a certain light to their lives, one that was emitted from the fires of Hell.

They promised themselves they'd be indifferent to you, to not get involved as much as possible for the sake of their own sanity and morals. And yet, here they are.

Gathered in the living room with heavy hearts as they looked over you, silently begging for Seonghwa or Mingi to tell them what was wrong with you.

"Hyung..." Jongho spoke as softly as he could, his eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way you held yourself like you wanted to disappear. "What did you do to her?"

He, out of everyone, was most worried.

He hated this situation just as much as the others. Hell, he was still fighting himself every day to turn his Hyung in- even if their entire worlds would come crashing down. Because he hated to see you in pain. An innocent person suffering because he was too cowardly.

You were attached to the hip the second that Seonghwa let you out of his room. You dashed for the scariest looking member... because he was less scary than the man who snatched you up, who you thought you could trust. You hid behind his arms as everyone else looked on, simply staring in the disbelief of what their once trusted and kind member had done.

Hongjoong was in the same boat, just as troubled as Jongho was with the entirety of what had become their lives. He prided himself in the fact that he was a good person, through and through. He did good deeds when no body was looking, simply because it spread good feelings. All he ever wanted to put in the world was positivity. But when he saw the tears that his best friend caused, his heart made him simply look the other way. You didn't like Hongjoong much. His picture in Seonghwas room taunted you, made you resent him for being so obviously close to the source of all your pain. But he didn't treat you any different for it.

"Park Seonghwa, you promised you wouldn't hurt her like that," Hongjoong sneered through his teeth, ready to grab his only Hyung by the ear when he heard a small grumble from the couch.

You blinked. Once, twice.

And then you broke into a waterfall of hot tears.

"Hey, Baby it's okay," Seonghwa tried to soothe you, only to be pushed flat away from you as Jongho came and took his seat infront of the couch where you were situated.

"Hi, little bear," he cooed, taking you into his arms immediately when you weakly opened yours. He moved slowly as he sat on the couch with you in his lap, but slowly wasn't slow enough to stop the aches from pulsing through your veins on what felt like a molecular level.

It was Wooyoungs turn now to feel brave and stand up to Hwa- well, stand over him as he watched his baby with tears of his own welling up. "She's never cried this hard, what did you do?"

"Baby-"

He was pushed back down as he reached for you, a begging pout on his lips as Yeosang held him down by his shoulders.

He didn't know what had changed in his members but he knew it was shit timing. You needed comfort and calm, not to see your caregiver held down and restrained from you.

A pink sock hit Yeosangs head and he looked up with soft shock written on his features as he met your eyes. You immediately looked down, you still weren't allowed to look them in the eyes and you most definitely didn't want a punishment ontop of natures own. "Don't hurt my Mommy..."

"Honey, did your Mommy do this to you?" Yunho asked as he bent to your level.

You simply shook your head. Were they really fighting over your well-being? Why didn't they do that months ago when this whole fiasco started? You blinked away the thought as another teeth gritting cramp hit you. You hid in Jonghos sweater, trying to quiet down your sobs.

It wasn't all for naught though, as you could hear Mingi finally speaking up when he returned from the kitchen, a baby bottle of juice in hand that he sat down with Seonghwas thieved goodies. "She got her period..." Some of them immediately started cooing over you, and while you couldn't tell who with your head trying to burrow its way into Jongho to hide, it still made your ears feel hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, poor baby," San was the first one to speak, plugging in the heating pad he was robbed of minutes early with zero hesitation, gently draping it over your lower back.

"Get off me," Seonghwa finally snapped and pushed Yeosang and Wooyoung away, crawling on his knees to the couch. "Baby, I've got some stuff to help you but you'll have to come off Jongho, okay?"

You had a hint of defiance in your pain filled eyes as you peeked from the plush sweater you were hidden in. "No, big bear," you put on the cutes and hugged Jonghos neck tighter.

"I know big bear is comfortable," he bit his tongue as he looked at the way you so willingly curled into his youngest members lap for comfort that he should be providing, "but give me five minutes, I need to take care of you."

"Come on, little bear," Jongho sat up as careful as possible, ignoring the tug on his heart as you whined. He cared for you, of course. But he feared Seonghwa more.

Wooyoung couldn't bear to watch anymore, taking San's hand and disappearing down the hall. He used to look up to Seonghwa, now he could barely look in his eyes.

Mingi followed their lead, he wanted to be strong and comfort you, but he simply couldn't handle another second of seeing you reduced to tears. He'd never watch you cry again. His heart couldn't take it. Maybe that made him a coward of a man, but he didn't care at the moment.

That left Hongjoong sat across the coffee table with Yunho, Yeosang lowering himself into the armchair, and Seonghwa on his knees infront of you as you clung to Jonghos neck.

   "Good..." He was certain there was blood filling his mouth from the way he bit down on his tongue. "I didn't want to leave you so these will do for now until I order your own, right?" It was rhetorical-was it? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. But he was so kind that it made your brain foggy. Like he really cared of your opinion for a moment.

    "Magnesium, zinc, and vitamin d," he explained as he took one from each of the bottles. "More vitamin d," he sat the bottle of juice next to your legs. "And comfort," he drug the basket of sweets that he used as rewards for good behavior to the edge of the table and let you take a peek, seeing the new and unfamiliar chocolates on top.

Intrigued by the fancy looking wrapper, you reached out. Seonghwa only put the medicine in your hand. "Medicine first, Baby. Then you can have all you want from the basket."

Seonghwa was a lot of things but he wasn't a liar, never to you.

So, you sucked it up and took the medicine.

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Later that night, everyone besides Hongjoong and Jongho had returned home (save for the three that actually lived in the apartment with you). Mingi didn't exit his room, not even for dinner. San came and joined movie night after Wooyoung left.

The movie long ended, leaving everyone in the room dead asleep besides Seonghwa. How could he sleep at a moment like this? His Baby could wake up at any moment and need him.

So, he just sat and watched over the most important people in his life. His best friend, laid on the couch with his head on the opposite end as you, curled into a ball with nothing but a stuffed monkey to keep him company. His youngest member, laid on the floor with a pillow to his chest. And San, he was-

"Hyung?"

He was awake. Seonghwa perked up a bit, blinking away that familiar look in his eyes before he turned to the armchair where San was draped in a strange position. "Hyung, you should go to sleep..."

Both their eyes drifted to you, sound asleep. He'd either have to curl up behind you on the couch with Hongjoong or move you to your shared bed.

"You know..." San sighed, almost silently. "I hate you for what you did to her. For what got us here. But I would be lying if I said you didnt take good care of her. You love her, don't you?"

"I love her more than life." It was a declaration that was as easy as breathing. Though he'd never said it out loud to anyone other than you. Until now. Seeing you like that... "I love her. I never want her to be in pain like that, you don't understand, San. I was ready to kill myself if she was dying."

"Don't be ridiculous-"

"I'm serious."

The look in his eyes told him he was was. He would never joke when it came to you. He was always dead serious. He would rather not be in this world at all than be in it without you. "I know you don't understand, I'm not asking you to. But I had to do what I did. I had to do it. I had to."

"I know." And he did. San knew that, by all means Seonghwa didn't have to do what he did. He didn't have to kidnap you and keep you imprisoned in their dorm and buy people off to keep their mouth shut. But Seonghwa thought that he did. His mind had convinced him, and there was no turning back.

That first night, when they found you tied to his bed, that was all he could say. I had to. I had to. I had to. With his head tucked between his knees like a scolded child defending themselves- although everyone was too shell shocked to even say a word until Wooyoung broke the silence with a simple, 'what the fuck.' I had to. I had to. I had to.

"Do you?"

San licked his lips, took a deep breath, and rolled around to face the back of the arm chair. "I know you, Park Seonghwa. And you did what you believed was necessary. I can never agree with your reasoning... but I'll never fight you on it. Take your baby and go to bed. We're all tired."

Seonghwa couldn't see them, but there was fat tears rolling down San's face. He hadnt cried over this. But something had finally faded away and let him. He never referred to you as that. He liked to think you'd enjoy being separate from the life that Seonghwa had built for you. Not that you could notice most of the time, forced so deep into little space that your head felt light and fluffy like a bag of cotton candy.

    He must have finally come to terms with the fact that this was reality.

     "C'mon, baby girl," he heard him whisper, followed by a small groan as you were picked up. He waited until he heard Seonghwas door click. And he let all his tears free fall.

    Seonghwa set your tired form down on your side of the bed, crawling in after you while trying to push away that itch in his brain that was screaming that he forgot your nightly routine. He tucked that little voice away and settled in bed, bringing the soft comforter over you both and melting into his pillow with a sigh.

    He gathered you close as gently as possible and rubbed your back, staring up at the ceiling and listening closely to your breathes as they evened out to quiet snores.

      A smile played at his lips.

    For a moment he felt like everything would be okay. You had your medicine-

He felt you curl closer to his warmth, and he brought his finger tips up to brush your loose hairs back with a tenderness reserved only for you.

-And he had his.

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#ateez #yandere ateez #park seonghwa #yandere seonghwa #yandere fic #seonghwa x reader

[yuyu1024]

Take a chance

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]

Genre/tags: fake relationship to real??

Warning: cursing, smoking/drinking, cheating (pls dont do this), insecurities, jealousy, with 🔞 smut/angst, sensual touching, dry humping, cursing, pet names, unprotected sex, blowjob/handjob, mention of period

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: Part 2 for Jealous

I hope its good enough for the first part 🙏🏻  its sort of rushed at the end coz i finished it so late 😅 and as usual, I do write when I'm about to pass out, to sleep.

Again, thank you for those liking my short fics 🫶🏻

***

"Unnngghhhh... aahhhh...s- so good!"

Fucking hell. What am I doing? Why am I here again? At his place, panties off and riding him like my rent is due tomorrow. What the fuck happened to me? I'm not like this... I'm...

"Fuck!" I cry as I intertwined both my hands with his. "I'm... about to... explode." I am catching my breathe.

"Let it go..." he answers and then pulling you down just enough so he could kiss you on your pinkish lips. "Come for me..." he snarls as you separate.

And I did.

I threw my head back and just released everything. I even think my soul left my body coz I am shaking like a twig.

"You are amazing..." Seonghwa sits up and embraces me. "You are beautiful..." he leaves gentle kisses on my shoulder and my neck. "You are happiness..."

His words. Since we agreed with this fake dating thing. I thought, everything will be just like the same as our relationship before. Casual. But the more we spend time together or should I say, have sex in his place or mine the more he became vocal, praising me, saying such nice things to me. I don't know why but I'm not used to it. Or maybe, I'm flustered every time and I can't just express it.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing but... it's just new to me. Wooyoung compliments me yes, however, when Seonghwa does it. It feels different. It makes my heart skip a beat.

"I make you happy?" I snort a laugh as I relax my tense body. "Are you saying that because your dick is still in me and you want to go another round?" I joke

He smiles softly, "No..." and then he tugs my loose hair behind my ear. "Unless you want to..." and then kisses the corner of my lips.

"Really?" I start to tease him by moving my hips again.

He grunts as he felt my tightness and then softly giggles, "you're being naughty..."

He turns us both around. Now he's on top and my back is on his bed. I am giggling like a little girl, enjoying his reaction.

"Let me show you... why you should not tease me like that..."

He goes on to nibble every inch of my skin. Making me moan like we didn't just had an amazing sex a second ago.

Seonghwa really does a very good job at making me weak and fold in an instant. His lips, his tongue, his eyes, his words and his.... length. Everything about him had become my krytonite but at the same time fills my emptiness inside of me. Both metaphorically and literally.

Though, all of this is fun and satisfying. Our relationahip is NOT true. This is all fake. We are not IN LOVE.

Which pains me a little deep inside actually. How the fuck this have to happen to me? Finding someone that is making me happy, enjoy life, makes me feel like his only girl in the world and gives effort to get to know me turns out to be someone who is just a friend, a nice friend, that I cannot make myself fall in love witu.

I need to pause on this feelings I am having. I need to focus on me and not us. Coz there is no US.

FUCK.

***

I must've fallen asleep after having another round.

I'm still lying on his bed, face down and his white thick blanket is wrapped around me.

"It's snowing..." I mumble as I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes whilst looking outside his window. "It's been that long..." Referring to our deal.

Didn't realize that we've been doing this for more than half a year already.

I roll over looking up at his ceiling. "I've been fucking him...that long...?" I ask myself. "Hmm..."

Then my phone pings, cutting me from my deep thoughts. I get up, covering my bare top with the blanket, and check who messaged me.

WY: It's snowing. Don't forget to bring a jacket and a scarf. ♥️

I heavily sighed after reading his text. I don't get him. Him, pushing and pulling my feelings is getting on my nerves.

A month into my deal with Seonghwa, I thought, well, he made me think that he still have feelings with me. After getting jealous and all with hwa. Then after that he became cold with me again and flaunts his new girl, face to face. Then he continued sending me text messages like this, whenever he wants. Like, what? He dumped me right? And he's with a girl so... why?

And also, why does it bother me? I should be happy right? Since all of these acting is affecting the guy who just dated me just because. I am getting to him.

"Everything alright?"

Holy crap. He looks devine coming out of his bathroom; topless, freshly showered. His pants is just hanging perfectly around his hips and the band of his underwear is slightly showing. And his hair... its longer now.

Fuck! Y/N get a grip! Stop drooling!

I look away, acting fine as if his presence does not affect me. Even though my stomach is already twisitng.

"Yeah..." I answer then locking my phone and putting it back on the bedside table.

He pauses drying his hair and lays the towel around his neck. "Is it Wooyoung?"

I nod.

"He's been texting you frequent."

"Yeah... he does..." I lower my gaze on my hands.

"How do you feel?"

Nothing. Yes I am irritated but that's just me not liking him sending me mix signals. That's only it.

Before I speak, I look back up at Seonghwa. I want to guess what he's thinking. I want to know what he feels about me. Because while fucking, all I could see through his eyes is that he wants me and that he can't let me go.

Maybe I'm just overthinking about lust over love. I'm sure I'm not his type. I've seen the girls he had dated before, they are way, way up there. While me, I'm just an ordinary girl. I cannot be labelled as pretty nor beautiful.

Yeah he does say I am but his dick is literally inside of me whenever he does or when we are cuddling and making out.

Damn. Wait. Am I really into him? Stop! I should not go there. No. Or esle, I'll get myself hurt again.

"Ahm..." I look away from him. "Fine I guess..." then I scoot over to get to the edge of the bed, to make my way to the shower. "I'll get ready too..." I try to act as normal as I can. Smiling even then handing him the blanket that's covering my whole body and then walk pass him.

***

I really can't focus in my classes. My over analyzing have been affecting me for these past two weeks and it sucks. My life was so dull not until Seonghwa happened. I get excited going to Uni or if not I get exciting meeting after class and getting back to our places together. Now, I am ruining it.

Maybe I should just chill and enjoy this. And just be prepared for all the heart break and crying later.

"Hi!" Wooyoung appears out of nowhere, kissing me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I hiss at him.

I have to be quiet. We are at the library.

"What?" He acts innocent.

I roll my eyes at him and go back to reading my notes. "Go away..."

"Why are you being so cold to me? We're friends."

I glare at him. "We were. Then you made me your girlfriend and then dumped me..."

"But you've moved on right?"

My eyebrows shows my irritation. "What do you want, Wooyoung?"

He smirks and then shrugs. "Nothing... I swear"

"Don't. I know you." I snap at him

He smiles, "Fine." and then proceeds on sitting next to me. "You and Seonghwa... what's the deal?" His tone changes. "Are you two dating?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well because... Seonghwa--"

"If you're going to tell me something bad about him... stop okay? Don't make shit up just because you don't like seeing me hanging around him more." I am in no mood today. Plus I'm on my period.

"Y/N..."

I sigh as I start to pack my things. "Whatever him and I have... or do... it's none of your business... you two are friends and I am your ex... that's it. If we don't tell you things about us... it's on us... because it is our privacy." I slide my bag over my shoulder, "also... if you are really his friend... don't text his girl. Have decency."

I walk away.

Wow. That felt good. I don't know why. Sorry Wooyoung... I know you are not a bad person. You are just... off every now and then when it comes to things you think you own. And You don't own me. Not anymore.

****

<Seonghwa's POV from the morning of the firt snow>

I got up from my bed to answer the door. I have to admit, I am a little grumpy because I don't like waking up early especially if my class is in the afternoon. But then,

"Hi..."

I think I blinked more than ten times before I could process the fact that, Y/N, is standing at my door, this early in the morning.

"Hi..." I answer back as I brush my hair away from my face.

"Sorry to bother you... this early... but I just want to check if I left my books here last week?" She asks scratching her head. "I can't find it at my place. And I already asked my classmates if they borrowed them..." she trails

She's blushing.

I want to pull her in right now. I want to... I want to grab her by the waist and give her a kiss. I want her... now. If only she's my girl.

"You want to come in?" I ask, "I mean... to look?"

When she smiles, her cheeks are reaching the heavens. She's so beautiful.

She enters my place like she's destined to be here. I know I just recently moved dorm but looking at her, knowing where to look and places that she could touch is so amusing to me.

"Sorry..." she says as she accidentally knocks my perfume on top of the drawer next to the TV.

"It's okay." I say as I sit at my sofa, just admiring her.

"This smells good." She says after sniffing it and then brings it with her and places it at my vanity area. Where all of my accessories and perfumes are placed. "Boujee..." she comments

"Look who's talking... buying an expensive shoes last week just to wear one time." I tease

Her mouth opens. "Hey! That's not my fault. I was in the rush. It's the shoes that fits my dress for the fancy celebration my friend had for her birthday..."

"Whatever you say, babe." I say standing up. "I'm going to make coffee... would you like one?"

"Sure." She rolls her eyes and then goes back to searching, going straight to my room. "Found it!"

What a bummer. She found it to quickly.

"I didn't even noticed that in my room." I say as I pull out two mugs from my cabinet.

"How can you see anything in your room? It's so dark in there..." she makes her way out of my room and then goes to the kitchen area where I am. "Open the curtains every now and then..." she adds

"I do open them...." I pause waiting for her eyes to meet mine. "When you're here..."

She laughs, "you mean... when we have sex?"

I shrug. "Well..." I move closer to her and kisses her on top of her head. "We don't usually just fuck. We cuddle too..."

"Right... cuddling that ends up with sex."

I've been noticing that these past few days she has been very vocal about us having sex. Like what we have is just sex.

She's not like this. I wonder what's going on with her mind?

Whenever we are together, we don't just do sex. No. I'm not like that. Though of course, My body feels like burning whenever we are close and intimate, when we are alone. But when we hang out, we just... hang out. We do watch movies, go on lunch dates, play games, do study dates and whatever we can do. I am not going out with her just because we fuck. I like her more than that.

Which sucks because, yes, I do like her. I... really... really like her. But our situation, our fake dating, well, I don't know where this thing ends. And if she decides to end it, what will happen to me. I don't want it to end.

I wonder, if she's acting like this because she wants us to be over and she's just being kind to me and not wanting me to get hurt. Is she waiting for me to say it? To end... us?

"Seonghwa...?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay? You didn't answer me..."

"Sorry... I am..." I lightly shake my head, "I think I'm still half asleep..."

"Oh. Right." She suddenly panicks. "Sorry for bothering you... I'll get going then... so you can go back to sleep."

She's smiling while telling me that I could go back to sleep. To rest well. Believe me I want to but to see her go after blessing me her presence this early in the morning, No. I can't let her leave, just yet.

"Wait."

She looks back, waiting for me to say a word.

"Ahm..." I have no excuse to make her stay. But then..

"Do you need company?"

Yes. I do. Only you.

She smiles again. "Then I'll go sit here and study then... since its as quiet as our library in Uni." She says as she sits up back at the the bar stool. "Can I have my coffee please?"

I'm relieved. "Yes... coffee coming."

I'm not like this. Usually. Or as far as I know.

I've dated a few girls before. Some were serious some were not. And to those serious relationships I had, none of them felt the same as this. None of them made me feel like this.

All the girl were great, I'm not saying they were not special. They are all nice and perfect the way they are. All of them are great memories for me. However, none of them made me crave for attention nor time on a level that y/n makes me. That even just a glance from her is enough to fuel my day. I feel addicted to her. Y/N made me feel... different.

It is so hard to explain or to put words into it. I just feel it.

"Are you really going to watch me study? You've been sitting there for half an hour now..."

"I can't leave you alone..."

She snorts a laugh. "Silly. Don't mind me. Just go to bed and sleep..."

"I can't..."

She scrunches her nose, "why? Are you expecting me to join you and lay down?" She says giggling

I know she's just teasing. But... what if I take a chance and she agrees?

"Yes." I bluntly answered, looking straight into her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You heard me." I keep gazing at her, waiting for her answer

"Wait... are you serious?"

I nod.

She is silent for a couple minutes. That two fucking minutes felt like forever.

"If I cuddle with you... you will sleep?" She asks

I can't help it. The corner of my lips immediately curves are smile.

"Okay then."

I got on my bed first before her. She tiptoes whenever she enters my room, because as she said, it's dark. But before I got on the bed, I slightly opened my curtain to allow a bit of light enter so she can see her way.

"Your bed feels so cozy." She says as she positions next to me.

"It's cozier... because I have you." I mumble as I nuzzle my face on her chest and snake my arms around her. Basically cuddling her.

I hear her smile the second I close my eyes.

"You smell so nice..." I whisper

"You too..."

I could feel her soft skin on my cheek. She's wearing a square neck tight shirt which I do not approve since the weather right now is cold and she's only wearing a skirt as well. I should give her a long and thick jacket later, to bring to Uni.

I don't want guy to drool over her.

***

After some time, I think I actually fell asleep. It felt good.

I don't remember what I said or she said after I told her she smell nice. Then probably an hour later, I open my eyes and its brighter. The sun is really up. It is probably noon.

I am facing the ceiling and dazed, thinking she might have left the bed or my place in general. However, to my surprise, I felt movement beside me.

She's still here!

"Can I stay a bit more...?" She mumbles and then squeezes herself to me. "It's so warm in here.."

Of course you can stay here. As long as you want.

I embrace her, sheltering her under my arms. I can see her up close and I could feel her body on me. I am not just warming her up under this thick blanket but she's also warming me, inside.

Fuck. I hope she can't feel my erection coz I can't control my body's reaction to her.

Her cleavage is straight into my eyesight. Y/N you're driving me mad.

"Y/N..."

"hmm...?" She answer while her eyes are still close

"Can I kiss you?"

She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me. "Of course..." she weakly answers

And I did kiss her. Until the kiss evolved to something more. We made love. She was in control. She made me fall in love with her, even more than I think I am now.

Yes I have to admit it now. I think I do love Y/N. She is not just a fuck buddy I have because I am helping her, for me, she is and can be more than that.

I hope, she feels the same way.

Because, after sex, I got ready for Uni. And when I got out of the bathroom, I saw her reading a text. I know it's from Wooyoung.

Basing on her expression, I'm not sure what does she feel. She looks irritated but also confused. Is she having second thoughts about this revenge we are doing to Wooyoung?

(End of Seonghwa's POV)

***

I am walking out of the library building, about to go to my next class, when I saw Seonghwa from afar. He's with his classmate. Probably going to his next class as well.

So funny, how cold and how serious he looks when he's in public. But whenever you two are at his place, he's so relaxed and smiling most of the time. He's not cold at all. Actually, he's very warm and very...

"Hey..." Wooyoung followed me outside. "Sorry..." he says. "I don't want to be a jerk but..."

"Woo, you're girlfiend might see us. Please... I don't want issues. Let's move on already..."

"Have you?" He is frowning

"Have I what?"

"Moved on?"

I roll my eyes, frustrated. "I am moving on... I am doing my best."

Wooyoung is quiet for a few seconds. "But... Y/N... well... she's not actually my girlfriend."

"What? What do you mean?"

"It didn't work out."

"Ahm... okay... so...?"

He sighs. "Y/N... I am single again."

"So?" I repeat in case he didn't heard me the first time I showed him IDGAF. He looks disappointed with my answer. "Are you fucking expecting me to clap and celebrate? Wooyoung... we are over... and I am not running after you just because you are single."

"But I want us to try again."

"Are you out of your mind?" He makes me laugh. "No. We are over. We can only be civil... because we have common friends. That's it."

I was about to walk away again but then he grabs me by the wrist. "You're making me jealous.. pretending to be with Seonghwa... my friend... and now you're rejecting me?" He looks very lost and very stupid right now. "Y/N, I know I've hurt you... but... it was a mistake... and being away from you..."

"So, you are saying... you, getting bored of me... basically not giving shit about me... then goes to dumping me date someone younger...the one who is more of your type. Is a mistake?? Wooyoung...  I'm not stupid. You all did that on purpose. You decided to do all that... on your own... it's not like an error that you just forget to turn of your stove at home when you left your house. I am a human. With feelings okay?"

"I'm sorry..." he can't deny all of the things I said.

"Wooyoung... you were my friend before we became a couple... that should atleast made you think before you chose to hurt my feelings. Lie to me. Cheat on me." I am really on my feels right now since my hormones is at its peak. "You should've not made me like you... if you think your feelings were not certain... it could've save us time and effort. My time... and effort..." I pointed out.

"I'm sorry... again...."

"If you are really sorry... please... move on... and don't get into another relationship just because you feel like you need someone to be with. You should be better than that."

I turn my back on him, walking away when I see Seonghwa and his friends approaching. I'm sure they didn't heard what Woo and I are talking. I tried my best to be discreet.

"Hey..." Seonghwa lightly touches my forearm, "Are you okay?" He softly asks then glares at Wooyoung who's looking at us. "What did he do?"

"Nothing..." you try to smile. "I have class..." You lie. "See you later."

I've never walked so fast in my life than today. I am having trouble breathing. My feelings are all over the place. I need peace and quiet. Also fresh air.

Even though I am disappointed with what Wooyoung did to me or his choices, I still care for him. He is still or maybe was my friend. I feel guilty saying all those things to him but I also know that he deserves it. He needs to know it. He needs to be a better person. He can't treat me or any girls like this.

Fuck.

"I knew it."

You jump, spinning around to see who spoke. "Seonghwa..."

He enters the rooftop door and shuts it close after. "I've never seen you ran that fast before... even when you are already late in class." He teases

You go back facing towards the fence. "Me too actually..." you inhale and exhale. "I just... had to..."

"What happened?" He asks as he leans his back on the fence, beside you.

"I don't know... he... just..."

"Did he asked you to go back together?"

I nod.

"Did... did you agree?"

I snap my head to him, "are you kidding me? No!" You answer made a smile, form over Seonghwa's lips. "Why are you smiling?"

"Coz... I'm glad you rejected him." Then he takes out his pack of cigarette in his jacket's pocket.

"You... are?"

"Hmm.." he hums and then picks one out of the box using his lips.

"Are you going to smoke now?"

His eyes shakes and then looks at me, "do you want me to not smoke...?"

I look away. I can't ask him to stop. I have no right to. It does not bother me if he does but health wise, I hope stops.

"Y/n... tell me... do you want me to not smoke now or..."

"It's fine. I just..."

He suddenly stands still and move closer. His face is just inches away from mine. "If you tell me to stop... I will..."

"I can't tell you to stop..."

"You can." He insists. "You just have no idea..."

"What?" I didn't get what he means

"Y/N... do you like me?"

"I do." I honestly answer

"But... do you like me more than just a fuck buddy?" He puts back the piece he took in the box. "Coz, I do like you... as in I really.... really like you..."

Wait. Am I hearing him right?!?

I am speechless. I could see the panic in his eyes from me not responding to him. But, I can't speak. I... I have no words... I'm flusttered and flattered at the same time. But... My breathe was taken away by his words.

Fuck. What do I do? I like him too but... I'm scared. What if, we make it official but he get's bored with me like Wooyoung and goes back to his way, dating girls who fits his type.

I am no ones type... I am, just me.

Shit! Y/N, breathe. FUCKING BREATHE. He is not Wooyoung. He is Seonghwa. He is different. He.... he have proven you how different he is.

The years you have been with Wooyoung is not comparable with the months you have been with Hwa. He had given you more than Woo. Emotionally and physically. (Well... especially the Physical part)

But I have to consider that, during our time being together. I grew up. I have changed a little but for the better of me. He does not push me to do or decide on things. He allows me to believe and to try on my own. Even during our sex, I thought I could never lead. I thought I should always be the receiver but he allowed me to explore and make sure I enjoy while I try to please him

Yeah, I kbow what a good example about improvement of life. But fuck. Seonghwa is saying he likes me. The mysterious hot guy from my university.

"Y/n... Look at me..." he asks me, tilting my chin up. "I know you are thinking about... don't worry... I'm not rushing you okay? I just... I'm just asking for you... to take a chance on me, that's alk..." he says, "And if you can't I have to accept it..."

"Really?"

He close is eyes and heavily sighed. "It will fucking hurts I have to admit. But... yeah... If you don't feel the same... I can't do anything about it. Unless, you just want me as your fuck buddy... I'll be willing to be just that."

"Hey!" I slap him on his chest. "You're not just a fuck buddy!" I say

He smiles, "Really?" He then goes on to snaking his arm around my waist. "What am I then?"

I should take a chance right? That's how love works? To know if it is worth it is to... try....

"My man...?" you mumble shyly.

Seonghwa's cheeks are about to explode. It's so out of his chill persona but it does show that he's so happy with my response.

"I promise.... I'll show you what love is... everyday..."

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▬▬ [ 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 ] RIZZING THEM UP

KIM HONGJOONG [ 김홍중 ] ; Found it HELLA suspicious when you came in the room with a smirk on your face. Found it even more suspicious when you leaned against the wall next to him with your arm resting beside his head. However, he gave you the benefit of the doubt because he was generally curious about what the hell you were doing. But the moment you wrapped an arm around his waist and those words left your mouth he was done for. “Math is so confusing. It's always talking about x and y and never you and I.” He would mostly cringe out of embarrassment or burst out, laughing depending on how funny it is. There's no between.

PARK SEONGHWA [ 박성화 ] ; FROM THE VERY BEGINNING HE WOULD BE WEARING HIS JUDGING FACE (WE ALL KNOW THE MEME) now what makes you think he won’t be suspicious of you acting the way you’re acting when he has six kids who do the same? to be honest, he is judging through this interaction, and the moment you say the words his judging face gets even more prominent, "Are you legos? Because I'd never lego of you." PLEASE BECUZ THE PAINED SMILE HE WOULD GIVE YOU IS ETCHED INTO MY BRAIN!!! FOR JUST 5 cents a day you can get Seonghwa the respect he deserves.

JEONG YUNHO [ 정윤호 ] ; The fact that you came into the room, all high and mighty with a confident smile on your face should’ve been the first clue to him that you were up to something. But when you scrolled up to him, looking at him, all seductive and stuff, he should’ve known something was up to. “Are you John Cena? Because I've never Cena guy like you before." THE WAY HE WOULD PAUSE TO THINK ABOUT IT?!?! THE FACT I CAN SEE HIM PRETENDING NOT TO UNDERSTAND YOU IS CRAZY!?! Just let the man be!!! 😭

KANG YEOSANG [ 강여상 ] ; WOULD LITERALLY WALK AWAY BEFORE YOU GET ANY WORD OUT. You'd have to drag him back to say what you needed to say. "Are you the school stairs? Because you take my breath away." You rizzing him up is like talking to a wall. He isn't trying to hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Lowkey finds it funny but his face doesn't show it. The type to gag in disgust because of it. ‘YEO BABY! JUST LET ME RIZZ YOU UP?!?! 🥺’ Walks away becuz he's completely done with you at this point.

CHOI SAN [ 최산 ] ; YOU CAN LET WOOYOUNG RIZZ YOU UP BUT I CAN’T?! Gets defensive because you just had to mention Wooyoung…. didn't you? Honestly, he should've seen this coming because you tend to want to rizz him up a lot (BUT COME ON IT'S CHOI SAN WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO RIZZ HIM UP?) Kind of just lets you say what you need to say. "I know you're not a ghost, but will you be my boo?" PLS BECUZ SAN IS GOING TO BE LAUGHING IN YOUR FACE. I CAN HONESTLY SEE HIM LAUGHING BECUZ OF HOW STUPID THE PICKUP LINE WAS. It's just another day of him getting rizzed up by a person who is already his partner. SMH 4 HIM!!

SONG MINGI [ 송민기 ] ; NOW MINGI would be completely obvious to what you are doing or going to do. And the fact that you would come over to him and wrap your arm around his waist like he was some type of innocent lady makes him blush like a schoolgirl. You with your arm wrapped around his waist and you whispering into his ear, "I don't think I need glasses anymore because I can clearly see that we're meant to be." I WHOLEHEARTEDLY THINK YOU RIZZING MINGI UP IS THE BEST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN TO HIM. I CAN ALSO SEE HIM GIGGLING AND GETTING ALL FLUSTERED. Princess Mingi deserves to be treated like PRINCESS!!!!

JUNG WOOYOUNG [ 정우영 ] ; “Are you French? Because oui should date." Honestly, Wooyoung would be the type to blush and giggle at you rizzing him up. The meme of the guy kicking his feet and being all smiley is honestly so Wooyoung. Curls an imaginary piece of hair. PLEASE BCUZ BABYGIRL IS BABYGIRLING TODAY. I can see him trying to rizz you up after you rizzed him up. Becomes a rizz competition between you two because honestly, I can see it. WOOYOUNG TAKING THAT RIZZ AND RUNNING WITH IT! 😭

CHOI JONGHO [ 최종호 ] ; The moment you come around the corner, Jongho is already going to assume you're about to do something dumb. And you proved him right as you looked him up and down with a smirk on your lips. “Do you play soccer? Because you're definitely a keeper?" THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD!! Jongho wouldn't even say anything. He would probably look at you like you're dumb. PROBABLY WONDERS WHY YOU ARE LIKE THIS! He would leave you to just stand there and contemplate your actions because WTF WAS THAT?!

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