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gummygowon · 10 months

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bingo | park seonghwa

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst + fluff, single dad!seonghwa x reader

warnings: brief mention of hwa's ex partner not being in their daughter's life

author's note: after seeing seonghwa on that one show with kids i literally cannot get dad!teez out of my head

it's been almost a month? since you've started going out with seonghwa. he was a great guy, a little older than you and was always a gentleman to you, what more could you ask for? at this point, you were waiting for seonghwa to make it official but there was just something that was holding him back. you didn't know what it was but you trusted that with time he'll tell you.

tonight, was another date night and even after all these days you still got nervous before each one. it was no different when you arrived at seonghwa's house fiddling with the hem of your cardigan.

hesitantly, you knocked on the door to reveal a disheveled looking seonghwa. his usually slicked back hair wasn't done and a few buttons on his shirt were open.

"hi," seonghwa breathes out, a tired smile on his face.

"are you okay, hwa?" you ask almost instantly, concern taking over before you notice a tiny figure waddling up behind him. big doe eyes looking up at you from behind his legs, "oh hello!"

"yeojin, go into your room really quickly. appa will be there in a second." seonghwa softly asks, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "come in, i'm so sorry. just give me a minute, things have been...chaotic."

"oh no worries." you respond empathetically, taking note of how many toys and coloring books were scattered all over the place. so he has a child? is he divorced?

before too many questions popped into your mind, seonghwa immediately began talking as he began to pick up the scattered toys. "i'm so sorry about the mess. i had to stay at the office a little longer and then i picked up yeojin late and i just haven't had time to clean up and then our babysitter canceled last minute and now-"

"hey, hey," you interrupt before seonghwa combusts from being overwhelmed. to ease the burden, you also begin to pick up the toys around the living room after you placed a hand on his back. "it's okay. don't worry about it. there's always tomorrow seonghwa."

"i know, i know but-wait. you're not mad or disgusted?" the man stops in his tracks looking at you perplexed.

"i'm a little surprised if i'm being honest. i know taking care of a child is hard and by yourself i assume is even harder. your kid is more important than anything in the world, missing one date won't kill me hwa."

seonghwa was standing still, not a sound coming out his mouth which was beginning to freak you out. did you say the wrong thing? is seonghwa yeojin's dad or? "seonghwa?"

"sorry, i'm just a little shocked. not a lot of people are very happy when they find out they've been going out with a single dad." seonghwa lightly jokes trying to ease the tension in the air. "thank you though. it means a lot. really."

"of course," you smile at him.

a door opens to reveal a tiny yeojin peeking out from what you presumed to be her room.

"hey bubba, what's up." seonghwa asks, his voice becoming much softer.

she doesn't say much but instead pads over to the coffee table and attaches herself to her dad. "can we draw?"

"of course bubs. let appa go get the markers."

"i can get them." you say faster than seonghwa gets up to which he directs you over to one of the drawers in the living room.

upon your arrival, seonghwa has a bluey coloring book out for yeojin. crutching down to reach the table, you gasp softly at the blue dog. "is that bluey?"

yeojin nods her head shyly, a small smile appearing on her face as seonghwa looks up at you in surprise.

"ahh, i love bluey! who's your favorite character?" you ask watching yeojin point to the smaller, light colored dog.

"bingo?" yeojin nods again, her smile growing even bigger. "no way, i like her too!"

seonghwa watched the two of you converse in awe and he swears he couldn't have fallen more in love with you. it was always a gamble bringing up the fact that he had a kid to his dates and lately he's been ghosted more times than he can count. maybe that's why seonghwa took so long to talk about yeojin. although, he would never admit it, you had him wrapped your finger and he was scared to lose you.

so far though, you were taking his little "surprise" or "fun fact" about him better than he thought you would. still, he was worried what you would say when yeojin left the room. would you be mad at him? dump him on the spot? ghost him after tonight? he's never had one of his flings (?) ever meet yeojin because they all left at the mention of a kid. to say seonghwa was terrified of your reaction was a massive understatement.

"seonghwa?" you ask, pulling the dad out of his thoughts. "yeojin wants to watch bluey."

"right." he answers, gently removing yeojin from his lap as he goes to scrounge for the remote in his unusually disorganized apartment.

while seonghwa looks for the remote, you continue to converse with yeojin about bluey which was the show you ironically watched during dinner time. hey, there's actually plot and messages in the show okay?

by the time seonghwa returned, the two of you were in a deep conversation about some episode regarding bingo and bluey playing pretend with their grandad. almost immediately, yeojin eye's become glued to the screen as soon her dad puts on the kid's show leaving you and seonghwa to talk amongst each other.

"so, you know bluey?" seonghwa asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

an embarrassed laugh slips past your lips, "uh yeah, sounds silly but i watch it as background noise, you know?"

"i'm not judging," he pauses, "just surprised."

"yeah, i like the accents." you say in a panic causing seonghwa to smile, "so, um i don't mean to pry but i assume yeojin's yours?"

the smile slowly fades on his face as seonghwa feels the guilt build in his stomach. "yeah, her, uh mom isn't in the picture anymore."

"oh, i'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's fine now, it's better without her." seonghwa looks down at his hands trying to distract himself from the thoughts about the past.

"oh."

there was a beat of silence where the both of you didn't dare to look at each other, too afraid to make things weird. only the faint conversations of the tv and the sounds of the marker on paper were heard.

"look, i'm really sorry for dumping all this on you." seonghwa gestures to an oblivious yeojin. "i know you probably weren't expecting a child tonight or any of this really. i completely understand if you don't want to talk again or you need space. whatever you want, i'll do."

"it's okay,"

"i-you're not mad?" seonghwa asks in shock.

"i mean i'm not mad. i understand not bringing up a daughter on the first date. but i'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." you confess.

"i didn't want to lose you."

"seonghwa-"

"i was trying to plan the perfect time to talk about yeojin but i just got so swamped with everything that time slipped through my fingers and you had to find out in such a shitty way."

your eyes dart towards a sleepy yeojin on seonghwa's lap at the curse word. even he jumps a little at his realization and then calms down when he realized that his baby girl was almost knocked out in his lap.

"would you have told me before we made things official?" you ask, testing the waters about how serious you could go tonight with the questions.

"yes. most definitely yes. i couldn't just ask you to be my partner and then surprise you that i have a whole child that i've been hiding from you."

interesting. so was he going to tell you about yeojin soon? was he going to make things official?

seonghwa could see the gears turning in your head at his words. "it sounds hypocritical now but trust me i really wanted you two to meet. i just-i really like you y/n."

you go quiet. processing everything he was saying. from what he was saying there was a very very high chance he wants you to be his like officially his but even if he actually wanted to make things official, he has a whole child. a child without a mother. were you really ready to take on the responsibility to be one? or anything similar to that role?

being with seonghwa meant much more than just being together and loyal to one another. being honest, you didn't mind yeojin. so far you got along great with her but a single interaction and convo won't predict the future of your relationship with her. it's a lot definitely but-

"y/n," seonghwa softly says pulling you out from your daze, "i'll be right back i'm gonna put yeojin down in her room."

you hum in response, letting your thoughts consume you once more.

your brain was beginning to ache because of how much you were thinking but one thing was for certain. you really liked seonghwa. enough that you were willing to accept everything that came with him - including yeojin.

you reminded yourself that dating seonghwa didn't mean automatically becoming a parent all of a sudden. he wasn't asking that of you. probably won't for a long time. he wants you for you. it's just a bonus you got along with yeojin so far.

there was a soft click of the door closing that made you turn your head. you look over to see seonghwa awkwardly make his way over to you, uncertainty written all over his face.

"i'm sorry for going quiet on you." you apologize, fingers toying with the hem of your cardigan once more. "i was just thinking."

a quiet laugh escapes seonghwa, "it's okay, don't worry about it. i'm sure tonight was a lot. but-"

"listen, seonghwa," oh here it comes. the "i'm so sorry, i don't think this will work out anymore". "i don't know what your plans were for us but regardless of what happened tonight, i want to be more. i know you having a whole kid might make things difficult or a little confusing but, i'm willing to try with you."

seonghwa felt his heart drop and then pick back up again when you finished talking. he didn't know what to say. he was grateful, excited, but most of all relived.

"so, how does another date this thursday night," seonghwa pauses, trying to not choke on his words, "as mine sound?"

"are you finally asking me to be your partner, park seonghwa?" you smile. it's finally happening.

"yes." seonghwa breathes out, truly terrified of your answer.

"then yes, i would love to." you answer, wrapping your arms around seonghwa's neck.

"sounds good then my love." seonghwa mumbles, his heart racing and his head buzzing from the overwhelming night but it didn't matter to him.

you were finally his.

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bitter--boxx · 7 months

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theyre so silly l love them 🦨🐁

#monster high #mh g3 #mh #monster high g3 #monster high gen 3 #mouscedes king #mouscedes g3 #teez #skunkrates #fanart #artists on tumblr #this was funnier in my head haha #lowkey just wanted an excuse to draw em sorry <_<

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teez-the-time · 4 months

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Choi San, Wolf Warrior

Pairing: Warrior! San x Chief's daughter! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, action, romance, angst

Synopsis: Ten years ago, your best friend San promised his eternal love to you. Now, the danger of his oath creeps through the both of you, and he has to bear the weight of his words. No matter what his fate will be, you must remember that he is the Wolf Warrior.

Warnings: Blood, wounds, death (animals die, I'm so sorry), weapons, cursing, San is fucking RIPPED, reader doesn't do much (sorry again), way too much flashbacks and monologuing (sorry x3, but I do not know how to stop), sappy af.

Wc: 7.8k

Taglist: @darkdayelixer

A/N. Well, it's finally here. This is officially my first fanfic posted here. Do I believe this is my best work? No. Do I care? Maybe, but I appreciate any feedback that you might have (please take into account that English is not my first language, so I rely in grammar checkers and that stuff). I'm not sure if I should keep the second person format, but you tell me what you think. Again, I'm open to suggestions and kind criticism. If the story sucks, sorry not sorry.

Once again, I'm eternally gratefull for the support I've received in this platform. Whatever you need, my DMs are always open.

XOXO -May

A little treat for those who liked the story.

Your tribe had a sacred tradition.

The first hunt is the most sacred; dedicated to whom you thank your life for.

The best hunt is the most important; dedicated to whom you’d die for.

That is why you couldn’t help but tremble while looking at San down below.

Even if he had clearly announced his decision to embark on the journey no more than a couple of months ago, nothing could have prepared your heart.

Not even kneeling alongside your father and your mother at a higher ground, far away from where he stood, could you escape the power radiating from his stance. Even his posture was perfect; perfectly still and elegant, like a wolf just like the one he had marked with ink on his chest. His eyes looked up, and you knew your Sanie was long gone.

He was Choi San, the Wolf Warrior.

The drums started beating in an ancestral rhythm; one you had heard in too many unsuccessful attempts. Men and women below hollered and twirled their bodies to the music, almost in a spiritual trance brought by the excitement of the hunt. The sound got louder and louder in your chest, so hard that it felt like a second heart. Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t help the shivers that ran several times through your spine. You just kept praying for it to be over.

And just as they had started, the drums ceased as your father rose as the chief of the village. He, too, didn’t feel like your father anymore, his hierarchical title far outweighed the one of father right now. You couldn’t decipher his expression, no longer familiar to you.

“Choi San”, his voice boomed through the whole village, “why are you here today?”

To you, San didn’t look intimidated one bit. “I’ve returned to fulfill my promise made sixty-two days ago, in this very place.”

This was all part of the ceremony, nothing more than a formality, but your heart fluttered with San’s words. But still, you knew he was wrong. No, he didn’t make that promise sixty-two days prior. He had made it way before that when you both were young kids.

He had promised to marry you ten years ago, at age twelve.

But your father didn’t find it that endearing. “An oath like that can’t be made by anyone. Are you sure you will be able to keep it?”.

San didn’t fall for the taunting. “Absolutely, sir.”

“Are you sure? Do you even know the consequences?”

Everyone knew them, even more San. “Yes, sir. I know them.”

“Are you willing to go through them then? Even if it means your death?”

With that, San let out a grin. “Especially if it means my death…sir.”

Then, the chief let go of the mocking stance he had tried and became solemn again. For the briefest second, you had hoped San stepped down, but you also knew him like the back of your hand. You knew he never backed down from a challenge.

Your father cleared his throat. “Very well, then. Seeing your determination to proceed, I’ll remind you once more of the rules.”

The few whispers and hushed voices that had been going around since the start finally came to a halt. The newfound silence made your head spin and your palms shake even more.

Gods, you prayed, don’t let harm come to my San. Please give him my strength and my will if he needs them.

“Rule number one. You have only one chance. If it’s lost, it’s lost. Gone forever.”

“Rule number two. You will not receive aid from anyone or anything. The village will only intercede if the hunt doesn’t finish with the beast’s death.”

“Rule number three. You will only carry one weapon of your choice and no armor. Any of those will deem the attempt failed, and you will lose your only chance.”

“Rule number four. The hunt only stops after one of you is dead.”

While your father talked, San seemed unfazed. Even if he already knew the rules, it made you uneasy to not know what he was thinking. You felt the urge to run to where he stood, grab his hand, and smooth out the crease on his brow that always popped up when he was thinking hard.

You yearned for nothing more than to be by his side.

“Choi San,” now your father spoke in a warning tone, “dare to break the rules, and you will face consequences bigger than what you can imagine. I will make sure of that.”

Not once had San looked intimidated, and that put your heart at ease (just a tiny bit, if you are being honest).

“I understood perfectly, sir.” San had always respected your father as a chief, so he always tried to keep his composure despite the adrenaline in his veins making him want nothing more than to begin with the hunt. But he had to remain polite, especially now that he was trying to become his successor.

“Good,” the chief stated plainly. “If there’s nothing else to say…let the hunt begin!”

The drums resumed in a frenetic rhythm, making your heart race once more. Nevertheless, below where you sat, San seemed pumped by it. He let the thick fur coat he wore fall to the ground, exposing his naked torso and ripped pants. You knew he did it to prove he wore nothing to protect him, but you couldn’t the blush that crept to your cheeks.

“Holy shit, that was hot” you murmured unintentionally. You looked to your left to see if your parents heard. Your father didn’t appear to have listened to you, concentrated on his duty as referee, but your mother let out a snort. You shot her a glare and she tried to suppress her laughter.

Trying to appear unfazed, you looked back at San. He was now holding a beautiful sword, which you knew like the back of your hand. The hilt was golden and decorated with flowers and power symbols. A short inscription written at the butt.

Choi San, the Wolf Warrior.

It was barely more than his name, but San had spent a fortune having it engraved in the shape of your handwriting. You smiled at the memory of a sixteen-year-old San running to show you his new possession.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you heard your name being shouted from behind you. When you turned, it was San running towards you at full speed, holding a piece of fabric in his hands. He finally reached you, showing his dimpled smile. “Geez, why do you have those ears if you can't even listen when one is shouting at you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut it. Not my fault you are so out of breath that I couldn’t understand shit of what you were shouting.”

“I was not-!” He looked like he wanted to bicker, again, with you, but he cut himself short. “It doesn’t matter, look what I got!” He proceeded to remove part of the folded fabric, exposing a shiny object. The blade of a sword. You let out a gasp and he chuckled. “Beautiful, isn’t it? But there’s more.”

He uncovered the rest of the weapon, and your eyes fell on the golden inscription. The letters were masterfully carved on the metal, so much it took you a moment to realize it was written in your handwriting.

“Is this…?” You didn’t even finish your sentence, and San already knew what you were trying to say.

“Yes. Custom-made from the best welder in town. It cost me a fortune, but it’s worth it.” San was grinning like an idiot at what he thought was an accomplishment.

Nevertheless, that didn’t sit right with you (even though you couldn’t deny that your heart was racing like a horse). “Are you dumb?! Why are you spending your money on dumb things like this?”

Your heart broke a little when you saw his smile falter. “What are you saying? Of course, it’s not dumb!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it 's not!”

“I said, yes it is!”

He frowned and grabbed your hand. “No, it’s not. Wanna know why? Because every time I wield it and see the hilt, I’ll be reminded of what I have back home. That I have someone waiting for me to come back. My treasure.”

His words from back then still made you feel warm, and after that, you always felt proud seeing him carry that sword.

Your gaze is torn away from the weapon to San himself. He was pacing around the makeshift arena planned for these occasions, warming up his limbs. His eyes seemed to wander through the place, not focusing on anyone, until they fell on you. Despite the seriousness that had ruled his behavior up until that point, he gifted you one of his characteristic smiles, which turned his eyes into two small crescents. Even with the loud music coming from the drums, you heard some girls squeal from his gesture, and you laughed at that.

San always knew how to lighten up the mood of every situation.

He kept walking until his back was turned from you, which you took as a chance to admire his sculptured figure. While he had always made clear to whom his heart belonged, that didn’t keep people from falling in love with his god-like looks. His chiseled torso was littered with tattoos, going around his arms, neck, and ribs, in addition to the big wolf head on his chest he had gotten when he was nineteen (when he had absolutely begged you to come with him for moral support).

His body was also covered in scars, mostly from battle wounds and hunting accidents. Some looked old and faded, while others appeared more recent. You knew each of them fully, seeing that you were the only one San let tend to him during those times. When he lowered his arms, you got a glimpse of his most famous one, which he bore on his left forearm. The one that earned him the title of Wolf Warrior, back when he was just twelve.

You stood waiting, just a few meters from the edge of the forest the boys had gone into a few days prior. Many of them had already returned and were celebrating all around you. But, still, there was no sign of San’s return.

You had accompanied San’s parents to wait for San to return from his ritual first hunt. For your people, this marked the beginning of manhood; a rite of passage from boys to men. It was the first time each of the boys would go hunting on their own, and they wouldn’t be allowed to come back without a prize. This ceremony was reserved for only the closest people in the boy’s life, but San’s parents had asked you to come since you were his best friend (and practically their niece, being their best friends’ daughter).

“It’s getting late, again,” San’s father said, and he was right. The sky was turning red and purple with the last lights of the day. Another day without San. “It’s only been three days, so it might still be early for him to return.”

“But most of the boys have come back,” his mother noted. She bit her lip, looking at the forest. Then, she looked at the grass and let out a sigh. “I guess you are right, we can wait another day.”

They moved to leave but stopped when they saw you hadn’t gone with them. “Y/N, let’s go home.”

You wanted to wait just a bit more. Just to be sure San wouldn’t come back that day. “I want to wait a few more minutes. If you want, you can go ahead and I’ll go back when I’m done. There are plenty of other parents here, so don’t worry about me!”

They didn’t look convinced, but they still let you. “Fine, but come back running to us if something happens.”

You waved them goodbye, but before long had passed, you saw some bushes rustle. You squinted to make sure your vision didn’t betray you, and a large figure emerged from the last line of trees. A scream rose to your throat when you saw the thick fur, but it soon died down when you saw the person carrying the furry mass.

“It’s San! It's San!” you shouted back at the distant figures of San’s parents. Thankfully, they had heard you, and they were sprinting back to your position. You ran behind them but stayed back when you saw them embrace their son.

“My son, my son is alright!” his mother repeated while holding him in her arms. Her husband embraced both of them without saying anything, but his face showed the relief he felt.

He is supposed to have returned a man, you thought while looking at the sweet scene, but they will still treat him like their baby.

“San is back!” you heard another boy say, “San came back from the hunt! But…what did he bring back though?”

That seemed to return San and his parents to reality. The ceremony wasn’t finished, as he still hadn’t presented his prize. They untangled themselves from their son and stepped back, allowing him to regain composure. It was then that you could finally see San clearly for the first time. He was soiled in mud, part of his clothes were tattered, and he had several scratches on his face, neck, and arms, but he didn’t seem bothered by them. He looked exhausted, on the verge of collapse even.

“San, my son,” his dad called out to him, “what have you brought from the hunt?”

San looked back at the big leather bag he had dropped with his parents' hug attacked. From the opening, a lot of fur spilled out without a clear form. “My prey was difficult to catch, that’s why I’m late. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Sanie,” his mother reassured him but, to you, she looked nervous. “It doesn't matter what it is, just that you are here. Have you decided who you will offer it to?”

You smiled at your friend. Even if you had stood back all this time to let the Choi family have their moment, you were overjoyed at seeing your best friend take part in one of the most important challenges in his life, and you would have given anything to run to his arms. Nevertheless, you stood back and contented yourself with giving him your usual reassuring smile (also, you couldn’t deny that you were madly curious to see to whom he would give his hunt, although knowing him, it was probably his parents).

Somehow, when you caught San’s eye, he didn’t relax. On the contrary, he stepped back from his parents' embrace and clutched his bag, never releasing tension. “Yes. Yes, I have.”

Mr. and Mrs. Choi held hands, seeing their now-grown son make an important decision. You also squealed in delight, cheering on your friend as he threw the bag over his shoulder with effort. He walked towards his parents and…ignored them?

Your confusion grew as he walked past his parents in your direction. You looked behind yourself, just to see no one. San kept approaching you until he stood merely two feet away. At that distance, you had a better view of all his injuries, especially the gnarly cut on his left forearm.

“Oh my god, Sanie!” you let out, closing the distance to grab his injured arm. “You need to get that treated immediately. It’s going to scar!”

Tension seemed to lift from his shoulders as San heard your typical nagging. He grabbed your wrist back and unlatched your fingers from his arm. “That’s not important right now!”

“What do you mean-!”

“It’s not,” he cut you off. Stepping back a little, he put the bag back on the ground, letting it fall with a loud thud. “This is what’s important right now”.

He opened it completely, a gray furry mass spilling out partially. San kept grabbing and pulling, freeing the animal from the cramped space. Once it was completely out, you let out a scream.

An enormous wolf was looking back at you.

“San, what the hell!” you stumbled back from the shock. “You brought a whole ass wolf?! Are you allowed to give that thing to someone?”

Sanie beamed his boyish smile. He grabbed the animal by the scruff, not raising from his kneeling position, and offered it to you. “I’m not giving it to ‘someone’. I, Choi San, from the Choi family, present my most sacred achievement to you, whom I most treasure and thank for in life”.

Your memory was shattered by the piercing shriek that resonated through the arena, making you clutch your necklace (made from the wolf’s teeth) in fear. It sounded like straight out of your nightmares.

The rumble of heavy steps only confirmed your worst fears.

San was looking directly at the forest line, where the noises were coming from. He stood his ground as a couple of trees fell and many shook with violence. The shouts of other men could be heard as they came closer and closer. Finally, before the whole tribe appeared a creature that left you nauseous.

Four enormous green and scaly legs carried an even bigger body; as tall as the tallest building in your village. The scales shone under the harsh sunlight and were thick enough to compare to an iron armor. Its talons tore through the hard soil like it was mere sand. Its lack of wings didn’t make it less intimidating; on the contrary, it warned its prey of its prowess on land. But it wasn’t the size, the fangs, the talons of the scales that paralyzed your body.

It was the eyes.

For the briefest moment, your gaze connected with the dragon’s. Its eyes glowed red with a primal fury you had only seen on a cornered animal, waiting to fight back if only to cause damage to its hunter before its ultimate demise. That look raised every hair on your body.

The dragon continued to shriek and thrash against the chains that the men, whom you recognized as San’s best friends, held tightly. They were being overpowered by the creature’s brute force, but they still held on for their friend’s chance at having the best prize the village would ever see.

All for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” San had turned to the crowd, “let the best hunt our people have ever witnessed in our long history begin!”

The sound of chains hitting the ground was almost drowned by the roar of your people. Once the beast was free, it lounged at full speed at San, forgetting about his other captors, hissing and letting its venom drip on the floor. An involuntary scream was ripped from your throat as you stood from your kneeling position.

“San, run!” you screamed moving forward, but a heavy hand on your shoulder stopped you from going further. It was your father’s.

“No, you stay here,” he demanded.

“Father, you have to stop this,” you pleaded at him. “This is madness! San can’t fight on his own against that!”

But your father was unmoving. “No, this is the challenge he chose, and he must accept his fate.”

“You don’t believe that,” your tone was dark, “at least not with San. Do you want your best friends’ child to die a stupid death? Do you want my best friend to die a stupid death?! Because I wi-!”

While he had remained emotionless during all the ceremony, now he looked furious. “(Y/N), compose yourself for gods’ sake!”

“But-”

“Your feelings do not matter right now, only San’s. He is down there, risking his life only for you to look at him. He chose this, no one else, and what he needs the most right now is your support. Do you understand?”

You understood, and those were the words you needed to sober up. Regardless of your feelings, whether you thought he was being reckless or not, San was fighting for the acceptance of your love in the eyes of your village. He didn’t need you to doubt him, he needed you to be by his side. Not to mention that he would be upset that you doubted his strength.

Until that moment, San had managed to evade all of the dragon’s attacks, opting for taking a defensive stance. The strength and size difference between them was abysmal, so the fate of either would be reduced to who could endure the chase for the longest. A battle of attrition.

The dragon charged at full speed once more, and San stood his ground, sword in front of him. The beast had almost reached him, when San dodged at the last second, managing to slash the tendon of one of its talons, but his arm brushed against one of its scales. Blood began to gush out of the wound, but he paid no mind to it. The battle was far from over, and he was determined to be the last one standing. He owed it to himself, and you.

For what seemed hours (and probably were), you saw San run around the arena, dodging attacks and inflicting more on his opponent. He was visibly injured, having been hit numerous times by the sharp weapons of the dragon, and caked on blood and mud. Nevertheless, the dragon itself wasn’t in a much better state; San had managed to slash open the tendons of three out of the four legs, and it had trouble moving at a fast speed. The sturdy sword of San had also pierced the thick armor of the beast, leaving big wounds on its sides and belly.

Dragons were magnificent creatures. They were perfectly designed to withstand almost all types of damage, being covered in those solid scales that rivaled metal. Some had enormous wings that they used to soar the skies of their vast territories, some breathed fire and ice. Many explorers even claimed that some races could even understand human language. From those many tales, it was expected to believe these beasts were invincible. However, what not many knew was that dragons did have a weakness, a physical one even. Under the sturdy chunks of armor on the chest, just at the area where the heart would’ve been located, the scales were more fragile, soft enough to let a blade penetrate the skin and kill the creature. Not many knew of this weak spot due to the difficulty of even getting close to a dragon, let alone surviving the encounter. Not many knew of it, except for San.

He could see that the dragon was getting tired from constantly playing the offensive. The blood loss was weighing it down, making its attacks slower and weaker, and San wasn’t easy prey to catch. He had been getting closer and closer to the one spot that would lead him to victory. The plan was to make the dragon bleed as much as possible, before ending it all in one move. He wasn’t much fan of making his prey suffer, but neither he was of getting his head bit off (leaving you practically widowed).

San kneeled for a moment, taking a breather as the dragon hissed at a new wound he made near its tail. His own injuries were also slowing him down, although the adrenaline kept him moving. He knew he couldn’t keep up much longer, and it was time to put an end to the battle while he still had the strength to continue.

It was time for the last act.

You saw San muster up the strength to stand up. You had lost count of how many times he was close to finally hunting down the dragon, so now you prayed that he just kept inflicting cuts on the beast until it finally died from blood loss. However, something was different in San. He seemed more confident this time, and you knew what it meant. San was now playing the offensive.

In half a second, San had banished from where he had been standing. Your eyes found him again a few meters closer to the dragon, sprinting at full speed directly towards him. The animal had taken notice of your friend, and stood firmly on its four legs, waiting to rip his head off his body. When San was directly in front of it, the dragon raised on its hind legs, as if to gather full force to strike down on the man and end the fight. You let out a gasp.

It was a fatal mistake.

Instead of stopping as the dragon had expected, San slid underneath it, raising his sword as the creature threw itself down full force. You blinked. One moment, the dragon had been roaring in victory and, in the next one, it was shuddering as it had impaled itself directly into San’s blade. The last remnants of life escaped in convulsions from the body of the beast, and it collapsed unceremoniously into the ground, a mere carcass of the magnificent animal it had been before. The crowd went quiet for the death of a splendid being.

You couldn’t care less for the animal. You couldn’t see San, so you were beginning to be worried that he had been crushed under the weight of the dragon. Your eyes frantically searched for him, until a figure emerged from beside the dead body. San was drenched in blood and struggled to breathe. He had never let go of the sword.

It was the true sight of a legendary hero.

San raised his hand and tried to wipe away some of the blood off his face, which made you chuckle as it was also covered in blood. Realizing the futility of that, he desisted and, instead, looked down on his weapon. He smiled at the inscription and grabbed it with his two hands. In one swift movement, he stabbed the chest of the dragon once more. You frowned in confusion as he kept stabbing and cutting through the body of the beast, as it was already dead, leaving a carnage behind. Behind you, a couple of old men were discussing the useful properties of all the organs and parts of the dragon and how they would have used them, but you couldn’t care less about that. At last, San seemed to find what he was looking for and dropped the sword. He plunged his hands into the hole he had made (which made you gag a little if you were being honest) and pulled out something. Everyone around you let out a collective gasp.

San was holding a dragon’s heart. A heart made out of pure gold.

Your jaw went slack. The heart was huge, as it belonged to a huge creature, and probably weighed a considerable amount. Nevertheless, San held it with the remaining strength he had. You couldn’t start to fathom the value of such rarity, much less the fact that it was now yours. The crowd cheered as he raised the piece over his head; a sign that declared him the victor.

Having basked in glory long enough, San secured a grip on the golden heart and began the ascent towards where you still kneeled beside your father and mother. It wasn’t that long of a distance, but carrying a heavy object after hours of battle sure was harsh on his body. Despite the ache, he continued to advance.

Your mother reached out for you, smiling as she grabbed your hand affectionately. "He did it! He did it! Finally, you can marry San!"

Finally.

You glanced down at San once more. The grown man that just killed a dragon looked nothing like the kid from ten years ago.

"Marry me". San blurted out of nowhere. The sudden request startled you, making you accidentally press on his wound. "Ouch! Be careful, you idiot!"

You felt offended. "Me? An idiot? You are the dumbass that proposes to someone while they are cleaning your wound. I should let your arm rot for being an idiot and reckless on your first hunt!"

He glared at you. "You wouldn't dare…"

"Try me."

He didn't reply, and you fell into a comfortable silence. San had dragged you away from the banquet his family had prepared on account of his newly acquired "manhood", complaining how his arm hurt from not being properly treated and he needed you to do it for him. Now you sat on a small hut next to his house, illuminated by a small candle, jars of ointments and gauzes lying on the floor beside your forms.

San watched as you applied another cream to his arm. "You didn't answer".

You didn't look at him, focused on treating him. "You didn't ask anything". Before he could hit you with a reply, you added "Besides, we can't get married".

That seemed to upset him. "Why not? We know each other perfectly, and our parents as best friends. I'm sure they would accept it".

You laughed at his naïveness. "It's not about approval. Marriage is for people that love each other".

Now, San just seemed confused. "But we love each other. We say it all the time".

"We love each other," you conceded, "but we aren't in love with each other". San's expression remained confused, so you tried to explain it in another way. "You and I love each other as brother and sister, and we act as such. People that get married treat the other as…well…lovers. They spend time together, they share stuff, they hold hands, they kiss. They swear to be with each other until death. They take care of each other. Forever!"

Your explanation didn't convince San. "But, don't we already do that? Minus the kissing, of course. Wouldn't that mean we are in love?"

The mere thought of being in love with San sent your prepubescent brain into short-circuit. It repulsed you in some way, as you had only looked at him as a brother, but you couldn't deny the butterflies in your stomach.

"No, it doesn't," you exclaimed. "Also, people that get married first become girlfriend and boyfriend! You can't be my boyfriend!"

San also looked repulsed at the sound of that word. "Ew, no! I don't want a girlfriend".

"See, that's why we can't get married".

"I don't want a girlfriend," his eyes burned holes in your head, "but I still think it would be nice if we got married. We already promised to be in each other's life forever and I care for you, so I don't think it'd make much difference".

You briefly looked back at him and rolled your eyes, grabbing a roll of gauze. "Why are you even thinking about that, Sanie? Marriage is an adult thing. We are twelve-year-old kids!"

"Speak for yourself! This proves I'm a grown man", he pointed at the wound, grinning. You shot him an amused look, opting for saying nothing and continuing with your job. It didn't take much time for San to break the silence yet again. "I guess all this new 'adulthood' stuff got me thinking about this new chapter of my life and-"

"Mhm"

"-all the things I can do now. Somehow that ended up in my thinking about marriage and how would it feel to get married to someone you like, you know?"

"Yes, yes".

"Then I thought of who I would marry, and I thought of you. Since all that best friend shit is basically the same shit you described, but if you say it's different, I guess it is. Either way, we should wait a little more before that, to think matters better and decide if-"

Oh, no. San had started rambling. "Sanie! What on gods' sake are you trying to say?!"

"What age do you think is the most appropriate to get married?" He looked dead serious now.

You finished dressing the wound, and threw your tools on the ground, exasperated by San's strange behavior. "I don't know! I already said that marriage is for adults!"

"Well, then at what age did your parents get engaged?"

You loved the story of how your parents go together, so it was an easy question. “Oh, my father proposed to my mother when he was twenty-two and she wa-”

San beamed as he interrupted you once more. “Perfect! Then my proposal will be suspended until then. I will ask you again when I turn twenty-two. That way I’ll give you time to fall in love with me, or whatever it is that you need.”

All the previous conversations had proven fruitless again and again, so it was better to leave things as they were, hoping that soon San would move to other subjects.

“Fine, whatever. We’ll probably have forgotten it by then”.

Except, he did not. And neither did you. On the contrary. With time, you had grown fond of your best friend, leaving behind the innocent affections of childhood to make place for the blossoming feelings of romantic love. Where you were hesitant to express these feelings, he openly did to anyone and anything willing to listen. He wanted you and only you. It wasn’t only the grand moments of expressed admiration that made you fall for him, but the quiet moments of thoughtfulness that instilled your devotion for him.

When he carried your things without a word, even if he knew you were perfectly capable of doing it on your own. When he held your hand as you walked through more deserted parts of the village. When you would silently work on the injuries he would bring home, never asking how he got them. When you would hold each other, letting the other shed their tears, just basking in each other’s comfort.

All those moments paved the way for the unspoken transformation of your relationship. You were neither friends nor lovers. No words could describe the depth of your understanding of each other. So, for you and the rest of the world, you were simply “Y/N and San”.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As usual in any other important celebration, San had dragged you away from everybody. This time, it was his birthday and, although he loved being with his friends and family, he wanted to spend time alone with you. As you both grew, so did your responsibilities, yours as the daughter of the village chief and San’s as the strongest member, so there were periods where your time together was limited.

As soon as you were decently away from the rest of the party, San had taken you in his arms in a warm embrace. You inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. You didn’t question what was up with the sudden display of affection, you knew he would let you know in time. He was never one to keep quiet for much time.

“Marry me”.

He hadn’t forgotten. San was a man of his word.

“Today I turn twenty-two,” he told you, as if you weren’t currently celebrating that fact, “it’s the day I’m finally asking you to be mine”.

Your heart threatened to escape your ribcage from pure glee. “I’ve always been yours, Sanie. Since the day you first asked.”

You felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Thank you, thank you. You know that I belong to you too. I’ll take care of you, so good. Every day, all day. And you won’t be able to get rid of me”.

You chuckled. “I don’t know about that. You can barely take care of yourself”.

“But it’s different since I don't care about myself, only about my treasure”.

For longer, you remained like you were. Many breaths passed before any of you said anything.

“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow,” he announced, shattering the moment, “it won’t be for too long and the guys are coming with me”.

“Leaving? To where?” you asked, confused.

“As much as I’d love to stay with my beautiful fiancée,” you loved how the title sounded coming from him, “I have to bring her a pretty hunting trophy, so she can boast to the whole town about having the strongest boyfriend to ever live”.

You stayed silent. Even if you wanted San to forgo tradition and stay with you, you knew he wasn’t in an easy position. As the chief’s daughter, you didn’t require him to only fulfill the role of the husband. By marrying you, he would automatically become the next in line for the position of chief, as you had no male relatives that could assume it. Thus, he needed to prove himself worthy of you and the whole village.

The very next day, he announced to your community his intentions of marrying you and becoming head of the village. The day after that, he was gone.

Sixty-two days had passed since you last felt his warmth, so when he stood before you, still covered in blood and grime, holding his heart (well, not his in a strict manner), you itched to extend your hand to his cheek and wipe the exhaustion away.

Once more, the ceremonial drums stopped after hours of incessant banging. It was time for your father to speak.

“Choi San,” he called out to your lover, “Ten years ago, when you were barely a man, I bestowed you the title of ‘Wolf Warrior’, which has been reserved for the strongest of our kind, in hopes that you would use it to protect and serve our people. Despite that great honor, you have used that same title and strength to recklessly endanger our home by bringing a dragon for mere spectacle. Had things gone askew, it wouldn’t have been just your life that we would have lost, but many others”.

After the little speech he gave you about trusting San, you were surprised by the harsh scolding your father was giving San in front of other people. Nevertheless, you understood his position as responsible for the village.

“However, on this day you have achieved a feat none of our ancestors could compare to. The tale of the man who single-handedly slew an adult dragon with just a sword will be told by many generations to come, under the title of ‘Choi San, the Dragon Warrior’; title I am to bestow you and will only belong to you. But I’m afraid names and merits would be meaningless if the intent behind them isn’t honored”.

Your father paused briefly before resuming. “Time and time again, you have proven your worth as a man beyond the power of his sword. Your contributions to the safekeeping of our people speak for themselves, and any reward would be in order as compensation for your service. However, I know you seek not money or fame, but something deeper than that.

“Choi San. I’ve seen you and Y/N grow into the splendid adults you are today. I’ve seen your care for each other and your understanding of each other. After today, I do no doubt that there is no better man for my daughter, and no better one to succeed me when I am no longer able. Therefore, I declare successful your attempt and bless the union between the two of you”.

Your heart soared higher than the sky above you. You could have broken your neck with how fast you whipped your head to look back at San, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

San. San. Sanie.

He was on one knee on the ground before you. The golden heart sat on the floor in front of him, displayed as an offering to you. He held his hands open, waiting for you to take them. You did so, standing up and grabbing his fingers, not caring one bit that they were still covered in grime. San looked at you intensely, wanting you to look at him and only him. Now and for the rest of your lives.

“My treasure,” he spoke so softly as if you were going to shatter if he spoke any louder, “from my very first breath, everything I’ve done has been for you and only you. My first thoughts in the morning and my last ones before bed are of you, and even in my sleep I see you next to me. Every beat of my heart is for you, until the last of them. But, even then, there are no words to describe how deeply I love you”.

Your lips quivered, but you broke into a teary smile nonetheless. “Oh, Sanie. If you keep going, I’m afraid I will cry for real”.

“Don’t worry,” he gripped your hands tighter, “I will be here to wipe away all of them”. San planted a kiss on your knuckles before continuing. “Ever since I was a child, I knew it was you who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, even if you disliked the idea of that. I knew it had to be me who had to be there in your moments of joy, as well as your moments of sadness. It had to be me who cared for you when you weren’t able to care for yourself and be by your side when you didn’t want anyone else. It doesn’t have to be me, but I want it to be me”.

You swore you could hear some girls sigh behind you, and you couldn’t relate more to that.

“Today I, Choi San of the Choi family, offer you the best of me. I present to you this prize as an offering of my heart, my body, and my soul, which from now on are yours to dispose of. If you wish to accept it, and therefore accept me, I’ll belong to you for the rest of eternity. If you let me be by your side, I’ll do my best to care for you, and not even water will touch your hands. These words will be true, whether you accept my offerings or not since it’s only to you I wish to lay my life for”.

With a last kiss to your hands, he brought them up and rested his forehead on them. The tips of his ears appeared slightly red and his own hands trembled. You knew your Sanie enough to recognize he was equally nervous and embarrassed (which he had nothing to feel shame for, as he had said cheesier things under the influence of liquor).

You rubbed your thumbs on the back of his hand, hoping to soothe his nerves. “Rise, my young warrior. A man like you should be kneeling for nobody”.

He didn’t stand up. “But you aren’t ‘nobody’, my love. You are my strength and my will”.

This man will be the death of me, you laughed to yourself.

“And you are the most stubborn man I’ve ever encountered,” you poked at him. You tugged firmly at your intertwined hands, signaling that you needed him to get back on his feet, “and I’m afraid that you won’t be able to hear my words properly from down there”.

That made him look up to you once more, and finally stand up from the ground. This time, you didn’t hold yourself back from letting go of his fingers to remove a piece of hair from San’s eyes. Your own ones lingered a while longer, just to find themselves cupping his cheek. San snuggled up to your palm instinctively, reminding you of a cat.

“My love,” San closed his eyes and sighed at the name, “you have fought so bravely for the both of us. Not just today, but for a very long time. It is me who should be thanking you for brightening my life with just your presence, and for never giving up on me. We’ve had our highs and lows, but there’s no time of my life that I can remember without you being present. You too have had full ownership of my heart since the very beginning, and it is not my desire for you to relinquish your rights to it”.

“I too want to be the one who cares for you when you aren’t able to fend for yourself. I too want to be who you come to when you have wounds to heal. I want to be who you wake up to every morning, and who you sleep next to every night. I want to be the source of your strength and your place of rest; to protect your heart from harm and your mind from turmoil.”

“My Sanie, for as long as you let me, I will be yours, and even further than that if you decide you love me no more. Everything I have, I will share with you. Where you go, I will go. Whom you love I will love, and whom you despise I will despise. There’s nothing that will give me greater joy than to be yours. So I, Y/N, accept this prize as a symbol of my love and the union that will bind us from now on”.

You had barely finished when you found yourself spinning in the air, San’s hands grabbing you firmly by your waist. You finally let out tears of joy and looked down to see that he was crying too. San put you back on the ground, but never let you go. On the contrary, he pulled you towards him in the biggest hug. One of his hands held you by the waist, while the other rested on the back of your head. Your forehead hid on the crook of his neck, and your hands moved restlessly across his broad back. The drums now played a happy beat and people danced for the new couple. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your parents and San’s embracing each other, finally together as a family.

“My love, my love, my love,” San whispered in your ear, unable to stop repeating those words.

“My Sanie,” you whispered back, “I’m sorry I made you wait for so long”.

“Nothing of that matters now,” he reassured you, “I could have waited longer if it meant I’d have you at the end.”

“You always know what to say,” you joked. “Always the hopelessly romantic idiot”

“You are right. But now I’m your idiot”.

“No, you are my husband”.

San stopped all movement before slightly pushing you away from him. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds before grabbing your face with a smirk adorning his lips. “Hell yeah, I am”.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a heart-stopping kiss. Your brain melted to mush and you could only think about him, surrounding every part of you.

San. San. Sanie.

The world could have ended at that very moment, and neither of you would have cared. Not when you had each other in every sense of the word, cause that is all that mattered. You and him.

Y/N and San.

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Breed! Chapter 4

Unfamiliar

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) x Choi San ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu/Trope: alien!teez, s2l, established relationship ღWord Count: 2,452 ღWarnings: the alien version of shower sex, san loves your thighs, breast play, some verbal/physical instruction from san to mingi, breast fucking, corruption kink (m), penetrative sex with no barrier, bukake, alien colored cum, ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: In which Mingi is sent down to replace Seonghwa in the experiment but even Mingi isn't insusceptible to the temptations of the human female ღDedication~ @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland beta readers who melted after reading this, enjoy their sacrifice. @smallfrye for suggesting mingi's nickname for reader and encouraging me through this chapter ღChapter 3~ Experiment | All Chapters

You and San were cuddling post-coitus when a very tall, very intimidating new alien walked in.

“Get up, humans. We have to start over because of you. Time to disinfect you and begin anew,” He informed you.

San pulled you close as you both stood up. “He’s…” his eyes went up and down the new alien’s body, “...big.”

“What do you mean by disinfect?” You peered up at the new alien.

He kept his eyes straight. “You were going to get refreshments but then you undid all the work Seonghwa performed so you will clean yourself and then I will resume Seonghwa’s duties.”

“And we may call you?” San put his head on your shoulder from behind you. You knew that move. He was trying to look cute

“Mingi,” The tall alien replied curtly, “Now follow me.”

You motioned for San to grab your clothes and then you followed Mingi through the alien spaceship. It was interesting to finally be removed from what was clearly some large room of observance. The stark whiteness continued in the hallways and there seemed to be no buttons or mechanics to prompt anything. And yet doors opened for Mingi. Perhaps it was a psychic thing?

“Do you read minds, perhaps?” The question came unbidden from your mouth.

Mingi sent a slanted look your way. “We do not.”

“Does the ship respond to you naturally?” You asked next.

Mingi frowned down at you. “We have inserted responder chips at birth… these questions are not in regards to the breeding mission and they will cease.”

You deflated, your naturally curious mind sad. San patted your shoulder. “All you need to know is that he’s about to fuck you, Babe.”

Mingi stiffened in front of you and then rigidly held out an arm to indicate the next room he wanted you to go in. Did he not like that word? Or his duty?

You opened your mouth to ask another question but Mingi cut you off with a sharp look. “No more questions.” He pointed to the center of the room. “Go.”

“Lowkey into you pissing this one off and see if he anger-fucks you, not gonna lie,” San whispered into your ear.

“San, that one looks like if we piss him off anymore, he’ll just laser sword cut us in half, make an excuse to Hongjoong and they’ll go kidnap another female,” You shook your head, “No, I’m not risking that.”

San folded his arms behind his head. “Yeah, I also wouldn’t risk not being able to get fucked by him too.”

“No more speaking!” Mingi bellowed.

With a flick of his wrist, some strange purple liquid sprayed out of a hose in the new room, covering your bodies. The spraying stopped and San looked at you with a question mark hanging over his head. You shrugged and started to rub what you assumed was soap along your body.

San was so focused on his own body, that when he turned to ask if you could get his back, physically incapable of reaching with his arms, his eyes got a little glazed over. You were working up the purple liquid into some bubbles on your thighs. San did love your thighs. They were also very dirty from all the cum that had been dripping out of you with multiple climax’s inside of you--and San’s messy eating earlier, of course.

What didn’t escape San’s observations was that Mingi was staring--and not in the stern guard stance he had earlier. Mingi’s face had lost its hard quality and was now a little gobsmacked at you washing your body. You moved to your breasts and his mouth parted slowly. Then San had an idea.

“Babe, let me help you, you missed a spot,” San said sweetly.

You rolled your eyes. “San, if I didn’t miss a spot, the machine that sprayed--”

You gasped softly as San, softly but firmly, grasped both your breasts and rubbed his thumbs lovingly over your nipples. You whimpered at the sensitivity.

San leaned closer to whisper, “He likes it, Babe.”

Both of your eyes slid back to the tall alien, who was currently biting down on his lip. The minute he saw the both of you looking at him, he attempted to snap back into place. “Hurry up! I’ve got a mission to complete.”

“I can help you complete it,” You chirped happily. “I just need to wash this off first.”

Mingi eyed you warily. San’s hands had thankfully moved to your waist, squeezing it encouragingly. Mingi’s wrist flicked again and another hose came out to suck off all the purple liquid. First it took care of San, who looked disappointed when it didn’t stay on his dick too long, and then it moved to you. You watched under your eyelashes when the hose got to your breasts, making them bounce with the motion of removing the liquid from you. Oddly enough, you felt pretty clean after the foreign way of ‘showering’ was finished.

When Mingi spoke next, his voice was low and gravelly. “We should move back to the Room of Observation.”

“Wait,” You raised your hand. “You should inspect me to make sure I’m properly clean.”

San sniggered behind his hand and played it off with wiping his lips as if the machine could have possibly missed anything.

Mingi frowned. “The ship hardly…” His words failed him as you ran your hands over your body. You even turned around, head looking over your shoulder at your ass and back.

“Are you sure?” You turned again, cupping your breasts, looking unsure, “I don't think they're as clean as they should be.”

Mingi took a tentative step, caught between curiosity and detachment. “Perhaps I should make sure everything is in place before…”

You quickly grabbed his hand and guided it to your breast. Mingi’s face became less stoic and more open with wonder. “So soft,” he murmured under his breath. He brushed a thumb over your nipple, just like San had done before, and it puckered immediately for him.

“Ca-careful,” You whined.

Mingi’s eyes were big with worry. “It hurts?”

You swallowed, hard. Corrupting these aliens was now starting to become your kink. “You just have to be gentle. Please.”

“You could try using your mouth,” San said from behind, a shit eating grin covering his face. And sporting an obvious chubby, of course.

“My mouth?” Mingi echoed.

“I’ll show you!” San announced cheerfully.

Mingi slid to your left side as San ambled up to your right. He cupped your breast like Mingi was and then lowered his mouth to the height of your nipple. With his eyes rolled upwards to stay locked with yours, he licked your nipple with the tip of his tongue before carefully surrounding his entire mouth around it. You whimpered again at the stimulation. And when Mingi copied him? Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

San popped off you. “See how she adores it? Doesn’t it make you want to do more?”

Oh, Mingi simply had no chance, caught between the two of you.

Mingi shook his head, almost as if he was struggling with a lust-filled mental fog. “I shouldn’t--”

“Don’t you want to fuck them?” San randomly suggested.

“Fuck…” Mingi looked beyond confused.

San’s expressions fought between excitement and seriousness. “Oh yeah, I love fucking her tits. You just smoosh them together and then you get all that softness surrounding your dick and it’s so good.”

Mingi looked at you next and you felt the weight of it. “You wanna fuck my tits, Mingi?” You asked softly.

Mingi nodded without truly understanding what he was agreeing to. You had a feeling that this was going to get him in trouble, like San had been for undoing Seonghwa’s ‘good work’ but you were too deep into this to stop. And you wanted to see how truly big Mingi was before he fucked you. If he fucked you. When he fucked you.

So you laid down and San looked at Mingi expectedly. Mingi discarded his robe absent-mindedly, eyes on how your boobs were pooling on your chest with the gravity change. Mingi was very hard and very big and you gasped.

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Is it bad?”

San threw his head back and laughed. He companionably clapped Mingi on the shoulder. “Oh no, my friend, she is very, very happy.”

Mingi sent many unsure looks at San but allowed himself to be directed so that Mingi knelt, knees on either side of your ribcage. San pushed down on Mingi’s shoulders, making Mingi straddle you. You reached for his cock, that bounced with the motion of San making Mingi sit and brought it flush with your chest. You pushed your breasts together as best as you could. You looked up expectantly at Mingi but he had his eyes closed, unable to handle even just the feeling of your breasts around his cock.

San pushed Mingi’s lower half forward, a gentle hand on the alien’s ass. Mingi made a choked noise, close to a whine as he was directed to thrust into your breasts. You could feel your chest and breasts being smeared with Mingi’s precum.

“Just like that,” San coached Mingi in a low tone that was making your lower half even wetter than you already were from this scenario. “Isn’t my Babe good to you?”

Mingi opened his eyes, looking down his nose. “Human…” he whimpered.

You shook your head and tucked your head closer to your chest. You stuck your tongue out so you could catch the head of Mingi’s cock with it and it made him gasp. “Not ‘Human’, Mingi.”

Mingi’s face screwed up, the pleasure clearly getting to him. “Seonghwa chose--hhhhhhnnnnnn--something--ah! Ah!--pretty?”

You rewarded him with another lick to the head of his cock and he thrusted so sharply into your breasts that you had to adjust your hold on them. While you had been focusing on Mingi, San had been focusing on you. He knelt to where your legs were spread and was preparing to fuck you. It wasn’t fair if Mingi had all the fun, after all.

“During our travels to your world, there was a wonderful comet that we came abreast of,” Mingi said tentatively. “My comet?”

You whined as San stretched you out. Mingi smiled tentatively, thinking that was a sign of your approval. “Perfect,” You said, clipped tone trying to not belay the situation behind Mingi.

“My Comet,” Mingi panted, “Can you.. Do more.. With your tongue?”

San chuckled behind Mingi and Mingi almost turned around to find where the male human had moved to before you quickly moved to catch the head of Mingi’s cock into your mouth. Instead of your tongue licking his slick head, you sucked lightly on the tip of his dick just before it receded and Mingi groaned loudly. The deep, cave-like voice made you clench and San fuck you a little bit harder.

You focused on keeping Mingi’s attention on you as San fucked you from behind. Normally, San was so aggressively verbal. You could tell he was holding back by the way his nails dug into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. His strokes would slow down when he sensed you tightening around him. He knew better than to let you cum before you got Mingi to. But San was simply a stickler for making you cum first above all, because he just wanted you spoiled.

“I feel…hot…” Mingi blinked wearily, sweat beading his hairline.

“Don’t stop,” You said encouragingly, “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

Mingi followed his pleasure, thrusting his cock in between your tits until finally he came. You have a second to close your eyes before he spurted all over your face and chest. You didn’t get to see what kind of face Mingi made when he came but you did get to hear his higher pitched gasps as he experienced his first orgasm. And lucky for you, Mingi helped gather some of his cum off your face so that you could at least open your eyes.

Meanwhile, once San heard Mingi’s noises of pleasure, it was off to the races for him. He fucked you as accurately as he could, hitting that spongey part inside of you to make the two of you cum at the same time. You cried out and San let out a grunt and Mingi looked down at you in confusion.

This time Mingi did turn around and when he saw what San had managed to do--and he had failed at--he grew back to the angry alien he had been before. “You tricked me!” He accused.

San grumbled back, “The way I had to beg for a boob job and she gladly gave it to you.”

Mingi stood up and began to pace. “I don’t understand!”

“Mingi, it was a way to ease you into it,” You pleaded with him.

You absentmindedly wiped some of his cum from your face and that’s when you discovered that his cum was a lovely light blue color. Was each alien’s cum a different color of the rainbow?

It was like San read your mind. “Skittles, taste the rainbow,” He whispered before collapsing into giggles.

“Mingi, what’s taking so--” Hongjoong stood at the door, in complete shock at the scene before him.

Mingi looked worried. “I can explain!”

Hongjoong folded his arms over his chest. “Explain why, what I assume is your essence, is all over the female human and not inside of her and the human male is copulating with her instead?!”

“San was demonstrating!” You attempted to jump in.

“And Mingi was mimicking it with her breasts. It’s a common practice; practically a rite of passage between two male friends,” San added, picking up what you were putting down.

Hongjoong didn’t look entirely convinced but with a disapproving ‘tsk’ and a curt, “Back to the Room of Observation--all of you.” It seemed like he wasn’t going to fight it.

Mingi’s shoulders collapsed inwards in relief. He sent another look of confusion to San then you. San helped you up, offering his t-shirt to wipe off Mingi’s cum as he put on his shorts.

You shrugged after wiping his cum from you. “You scratch our back, we scratch yours.”

Mingi didn’t look less confused by that idiom. “Humans are weird.”

“Says the alien that just vacuumed us clean,” San muttered back.

You laughed under your breath. “Back to the Room of Observation for us I guess.”

“You think the grumpy one will let you fuck her when we get back there?” San elbowed Mingi to get his attention.

Mingi winced. “No. I think he’s done with our mistakes.”

You swallowed hard and loud… did that mean Hongjoong was next? Taglist: @hijirikaww @pyeonghongrie @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology

Breed! Taglist: @tiny-apocalypse @is4b3ll3s @yourfatherlucifer @mulletjoonsupremacy @lavishloving

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #choi san smut #song mingi smut #atz smut #mingi smut #choi san x reader #topaz's work #ღatz #alien!teez

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tasiisfolder · 6 months

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[3 ARTWORKS // UNFOLD PLS]

so I've seen some posts about Teez's design being too bland, and I HAD TO AGREE. so I brainstormed a little bit and came up with a new, and — IN MY OPINION — better suiting outfit for him. it is ONLY my perception of Teez and what I think would suit him better! ^-^

here we've got a more contrast and bright color palette, some conspiracy theory logos on his jeans and oh, my favorite — the "None Of The Above" line on the back of his hoodie, representing his rebellious side (made to look like Teez wrote it himself)!

I decided to leave his earrings, chain, ripped jeans (only changed the color) and his hairstyle because it's gorgeous; but added a couple of piercing on his face as well.

he would also have headphones on sometimes, because how a loner can be without fav tracks?! /j · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · [EXTRA] some songs I used as an inspiration~: grandson — Stick Up Foo Fighters — The Pretender Korn — Freak On a Leash Papa Roach — None Of The Above Five Finger Death Punch — To Be Alone twenty one pilots — Heathens Fall Out Boy — Young And Menace Slipknot — Dead Memories · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · *JUST IN CASE Mattel somehow find this redesign.... they're free to use it without any credits seriously jwj · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

#monster high #monster high g3 #monster high fanart #monster high art #monster high skunkrates #monster high teez #mh g3 #skunkrates #teez #mh fanart #monster high skunkrates fanart #monster high teez fanart #monster high skunkrates art #monster high teez art #skunkrates fanart #teez fanart #art #digital art #krita

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z0mbearz · 7 months

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TEEZ!!!??!!!!!!!!! RRAAAHHHHHWW !!!!!!!!!!!!

#MH STOLE MY LIKENESS AND PUT ME IN THE SHOW REAL NOT CLICKBAIT?????? JESUJS CHRIST #TEEZ DOLL NYAAOOOWWWWWW OR ELSSEEEEE. ill make him. Myself.#monster high #teez #fanart

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monsterhigh-world · 7 months

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SHE IS STILL THE DAUGHTER OF THE RAT KING

I just love her, she got more personal here, she is shy, she is sweet and she is kinda spoiled

I just love to see her again especially she got a second chance to be in the franchise since g1 Mouscedes onky appear one time in the movies and she only a two dolls

I cant wait to see a g3 Mouscedes doll

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m0nsterartgarage · 2 months

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he was a skunk and she did ballet , what more can i say ? SCEMO SHIP SCEMO SHIP i love them sm - he’s all edgy and she’s all pink , what do u want me to say ?? :,)

i only talk abt real stuff

well ~ i really like you <3

*intense blush*

#skunkrates #mouscedes king #monster high #monster high g3 #mh teez #mouscedes g3 #scemocore #monster high fanart #mh fanart #my mh fanart #fanart #art #artist #artists on tumblr #m0nsterartgarage

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alliemonade · 6 months

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Skunkrates Aka Teez. My favorite G3 boy I think, he's just baby, what can I do about that?!

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #drawing #monster high #monster high fanart #commissions open #my art #monster high gen3 #gen3 #mh fanart #mh g3 #monster high teez #monster high series #teez

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tyudeongi · 3 months

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홍중 HONGJOONG :: 'DON'T STOP' MV MAKING FILM

#kim hongjoong #ateez #ateezedit #atzsource #dawn.gif #kaeptin #*teejeu #misc*teez #the quality of this mv behind is so bad like wtf did they film this w a nokia or smth #i sharpened the hell out of these gifs and im still not happy w it #anyways. i love giffing joong so much it brings me a lot of joy <3 #and captain armband my beloved

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beef-unknwn · 4 months

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I cooked with humanified Teez I think

#monster high #skunkrates #sorry thats his government name #teez monster high #my beautiful green son and his pretty eyes

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ad0rechuu · 2 months

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post-bouncy lore! ateez mini headcannon ->

Lore! Ateez spending so much time apart and interacting so little that after they are finally able to meet again, after the initial hype of meeting their friends again settles in, a new fear blooms inside their hearts as well: what if they don’t know each other like they used to anymore? (obviously other than the ones who they were paired up with). they can’t talk about it either because what if they’re the only ones feeling this awkwardly scared feeling? :((

#ad0rechuu — thoughts #ad0rechuu — works #ateez #ateez sad hours #ateez sad thoughts #ateez lore #lore teez #ateez lore thoughts #ateez angst #ateez angst thoughts #ateez angst hours #ateez scenario #ateez scenarios

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teez-the-time · 15 days

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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

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sanjoongie · 3 months

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕍𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞

🥀Pairing: Alien! Seonghwa x Abducted human! Reader (f) 🥀Genre: Smut 🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 🥀Au: Breed au, alien au, sci fi au 🥀Trope: s2l 🥀Summary: Seonghwa, in pursuit of knowing your body better for breeding techniques, asks if you could show him how you pleasure yourself. The alien soon learns he likes watching you, like all the aliens do 🥀Kinks: voyeurism, masturbation (f), use of toys, toys controlled by alien minds, exhibitionism, seonghwa is a sadist apparently, overstim, dacryphilia 🥀Word Count: 1,622 🥀Betas: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland

🥀Day Six: Auralism/ Sensory Deprivation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Eight: Experimental / Nipple Play

You glanced around the sterile white room you were in currently, unsure about this entire endeavor. Seonghwa had informed you that you were to show him how you pleasure your body, if only to make sure that he understood all aspects of sex and pleasure. San had been politely kicked out, much to your dismay, and now you were by yourself.

Like the majority of the rooms in this space ship, the only item inside was you and an odd shaped chair. It was comfortable at least but the position it forced you to take, legs spread and pushed up, really had you thinking some thoughts. Was this entire ship outfitted just for the purpose of sex?

Seonghwa entered the room with a quiet susurration of the sliding door. His face was blank for a moment and then his eyes landed on you. “My moon,” He said in greeting.

You smiled hesitantly. “Hi, Hwa.”

He cocked his head at you in inquiry. “You are worried?”

You shook your head. You knew that Seonghwa would not harm you--or rather, he hadn't so far--but there was something about not having the comfort of San that was making you feel uneasy. “San--”

Seonghwa dismissed the rest of your sentence. “Your mate is fine.”

“I'm sure he is,” You chuckled under your breath, “I just miss him. He makes me feel brave.”

Seonghwa frowned. “What do you need to be brave about?”

“I haven’t been alone with you before,” You whispered.

Seonghwa pondered on your answer a bit before answering. “Is it intimidating being alone with me? Have we not formed a bond through the mating?”

You decided to be truthful with him. “You’ve stated your purpose is to observe the mating rituals of humans because your kind does not perform them in order to procreate. It’s all very clinical and scientific. The detachment is… off-putting.”

“You no longer wish to have sex with me?” Seonghwa said, coming to his own conclusions.

“No, it’s not that.” You made a noise of frustration. “Seonghwa, do you want to watch me touch myself?”

“Of course, I need to know--”

This time you cut him off. “No, Seonghwa. Is your body excited to watch me touch myself?”

Seonghwa’s cheeks began to heat up and you watched as his cock lifted up his robes. He looked down at his cock like it was a foreign object. “Yes?” He affirmed but still sounded confused.

You sighed heavily. Of course you wanted to help the aliens, this entire experiment was a lot of fun. But you didn’t understand where that left you, and perhaps your heart, that was making room for more than San. But still, you’d do what Seonghwa asked, if only so that the sex was better.

Seonghwa swallowed loudly as you moved to cup your breasts. “Wait. I will need explanations.”

You recalled the observations Seonghwa made when he fucked you the first time and understood his instructions. “I can do that. But come closer so you can see better.”

Seonghwa moved until he was between your legs, his hips knocking against your knees, because that’s how bent the chair made you. He waved his hands in the general direction of your body. “Do you need to touch the mammary glands that secrete the liquid for the young?”

You massaged your breasts lightly. “There is some pleasure in touching my breasts,” I revealed. Seonghwa’s pupils bounced with each jiggle of your breasts.

“Expand,” Seonghwa commanded.

You pulled your shirt up with your bra and revealed your tits. Cupping them again, you moaned softly. “San likes to knead my breasts like a cat but my favorite part is when he teases my nipples with his blunt nails.” You drew your own nails around your areola until they puckered nicely. “He likes to stuff his mouth with them.”

Seonghwa’s eyes moved from watching you touch your breasts to your eyes. “What do you like?”

“I like a little bit of teeth on my nipples,” You whispered, like it was sacrilege to even bring up, “Just a little bit of a bite, some pain and pleasure is nice.”

“Does touching your breasts make you wet…” Seonghwa’s eyes descended to your mound, still hidden under your skirt, “...down there?”

“Mhmmm,” You hummed in acknowledgement.

“Can I see?” Seonghwa asked quietly.

You had to suppress a moan. Why the fuck were these aliens so fucking cute being so innocent when it came to sex? It was driving you wild with lust.

You lifted your skirt up. Seonghwa was the one to groan when he saw your lower lips glistening. “I’m wet for you, Hwa,” You murmured, “Does that excite you?”

Seonghwa rutted against the top of the chair. “Yes.”

Letting go of your skirt so it fell against your stomach, you spread your lips and dipped your middle finger into your hole. “it's not very pleasurable to be touched unless the finger or appendage is wet,” You instructed.

Seonghwa’s tongue came out and licked his lower lip. “We have toys.”

“What?!” You warbled, caught unaware.

“We researched a lot and found that most females utilized manufactured cocks to achieve pleasure without breeding. So we fabricated them to ensure a female would want to breed, thinking this was the process first,” Seonghwa told you.

“Do you want me to use a toy?” You countered, your voice still wobbly.

“Yes,” Seonghwa agreed quickly.

You nodded, unsure if you could manage anything else with the state you were in. You watched as Seonghwa moved to the wall and a long, mechanical “arm” came out from the top of the room. You thought perhaps Seonghwa would offer you a choice, but clearly his mind was made up. He offered you his toy of choice, face suddenly lit up with anticipation.

“Seonghwa, that's--” You gulped loudly, “that somehow matches you.”

You were well familiar with the rabbit type vibrator. San adored using it on you, making you squeak with overstim and pleading with you to let him push you through at least another orgasm. You were under strict promises to not use it without him, but you often did, sending him risqué photos, knowing it drove him wild.

And to top it all off, the vibrator was green. Coincidence? You thought not. Then it occurred to you. “Seonghwa, is your dick actually green?”

Seonghwa shook his head gratuitously. “ I don't know what you're talking about.”

You'd store that little kernel of information for later. There was yet more time to pull the information from Seonghwa, or another alien.

You took the toy and brought it to your lower lips. You teased your hole with the tip before slowly easing it into yourself. Seonghwa was back in his original position, between your legs, getting a front row seat to the event. Once you had the toy firmly seated inside of you and the outer arm pressed up against your clit, you looked up at Seonghwa. “How do I make it vibrate?”

Seonghwa blinked and then the toy was activated. Was everything in this ship tuned to the alien’s minds? Your back bowed in pleasure and you cried out. “Slower, Hwa, slower, oh my god!”

The vibrations became less intense but you were panting with the sudden intense, dual stimulation. “Sorry,” Seonghwa apologized contritely.

“That’s…okay!” You gasped, “That was just--”

The vibrations sped up again and you screamed his name. The bursts were very short but very intense. You became so wet that without the outer arm, you figured the toy would be sliding right back out of you.

“Seonghwa,” You whined his name.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized again, whining himself now, “But your reactions really make me feel good!”

He may be a virgin but he had just discovered he was a sadist.

“Fuck…ing…jesus,” You panted.

“Can I make you cum?” Seonghwa asked, his teeth digging into his lower lip.

“You are something else,” You whimpered, “Is that why you lured me back here?” You narrowed your eyes at the tall alien suspiciously. “Was this even an order?”

Seonghwa’s eyes began to take on a shaky quality, which confirmed your suspicions. “I wanted to play with you.”

Jesus Christ, you were truly going to be a goner with these aliens.

You nodded, turned on more by the fact that Seonghwa was seeking out pleasure for himself through your own. You didn’t get a moment to prepare however, because the vibrations started back at full speed, even more intense than previously.

“Hnnnnn, Seonghwa, oh my god, fuck, this--this!--ah, oh god, oh fuck, shit shit SHIT!” You came in an unprecedented amount of time. Your pleasure zipped through you like electricity on a copper wire. Your nerves were zooming with the great feeling of cumming. But you weren’t allowed to simply float down from your high. No, Seonghwa pushed you through another orgasm, and another. When the tears started to stream down your face, however, that’s when Seonghwa stopped. You didn’t beg him to stop, you were more curious when he would halt it. Not that San hadn't put you through your paces like that before. You just loved being showered with adoration.

“Don’t cry, my moon,” He murmured, leaning over to wipe the tears away. “You never told me to stop.”

“So…good…” You whimpered, leaning into his hand.

“Can we do this again?” Seonghwa asked eagerly.

You nodded tiredly. “Of course, Hwa. But you’re going to have to beat San back with a stick to keep him out of the room the second time.”

There was a gleam in Seonghwa’s eye, and you were certain it came from watching you and San for the first time. “He can join. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that,” You laughed.

🥀Day Six: Auralism/ Sensory Deprivation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Eight: Experimental/ Nipple Play

#joongfryefff24 #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #atz smut #topaz's work #ღatz #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa x reader #alien!teez

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