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hwallazia · 29 days

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WE KNOW PT II

pairing: park seonghwa x fem! reader

word count: 3k

tags: smut (mdni!), some fluff at the end (yes i’m guilty), mafia!au, mob boss!seonghwa, undercover agent!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), slight degradation (reader is refered as “slut” & “whore” only once), nicknames (baby, beautiful, princess, darling, sweetheart, love, doll, good girl), daddy kink, bulge kink?, oral sex (m & f receiving), non explicit aftercare, cowgirl position, lmk if I missed anything!

taglist: @bro-atz @hrts4nohee | comment your username if you wanna be added to my taglist! ♡

synopsis: you should’ve known better before messing up with Park Seonghwa. | PART ONE

| a/n: and here she isss! sorry I took so long, I swear I literally dug that idea out of my head also, this may have a ridiculous amount of mistakes, but I’ll reread it soon and correct them. but well, the important thing is that she’s finally here! so I hope you enjoy it ♡

Your instincts and little motor ability guided you, as your legs were severely numb from the number of sensations that overwhelmed your body. A gentle grip on your waist kept you sane and stable, making your feet advance in confusion without knowing their destination. Your eardrum was becoming more and more sensitive to the warm air that Seonghwa released through his mouth and nostrils. Little by little, you were melting into his touch.

“Don’t faint just yet, beautiful,” His intoxicating tone of voice flushing your skin. “We have quite the night up ahead.”

Your dizzy head tried to send a warning signal to your vague and rather sleepy neurons. You were about to plunge into an even bigger problem than the one you already had on your back and you weren't realizing it.

Your nervousness and numb limbs were fogging your brain up, leaving a very submissive you as a result, vulnerable to Seonghwa’s touch.

You suddenly stopped walking, your head and trunk wobbling slightly from the abrupt stop. You watched as the man’s hand reached for the door handle to turn it and lead you to a dark, cool room. The cold air condensed your tremors and you blinked a few times to allow your eyes to get used to the darkness that surrounded you and thus try to decipher Seonghwa’s intentions.

You heard the lock and instinctively turned around, finding yourself with the closed door and the masculine and slender silhouette of Seonghwa, his face being blurred by the lack of lighting. “Hm, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” You heard his hoarse, deep voice. “Looks like I’m in luck.”

You watched as he approached you dangerously, a devilish smirk adorning his plump lips. Your breathing hitched for a few seconds as you felt him rest his long hands on your hips, his penetrating gaze peering through your soul and stabbing daggers into it. Your eyes were caught in a funny loop between seeing his eyes and his lips.

“Where should I start?” His hands went up from your hips to your back, one of them rubbing your bare shoulder and the other playing with the zipper of your elegant dress. Both making a collective effort to strip you of the silk fabric. “Normally, I’d ask if you’re okay with all this,” He tilted his head slightly to let out a soft sigh. “But you didn’t come here with good intentions, didn’t you?”

“I can’t give you a nice night if you didn’t either, love.” Finally, your dress slid down your body smoothly, your divine figure at Seonghwa’s mercy. Chills ran down your spine when you felt him curse under his breath, but you went icy the moment he abruptly brought your lips together in a kiss. There was so much hate in it and so much lust and a lot of things that weren’t exactly said and wouldn’t be if it were up to the two of you.

The abruptness of the kiss made you release a gasp, perfect for Seonghwa to insert his tongue into your oral cavity, a whine coming out of you in response. That kiss left your head spinning and a dangerous pool of heat was starting to build up down there. Your lips parted for a second to catch some breath, “Do it again. Please.”

Your request caused a shit-eating grin to decorate Seonghwa’s face. Some sense of power filling his ego up. He wasted no time in picking you up, placing his hands on your buttocks for support, and guiding you to the large bed in the meantime. A faint whimper was heard, as with your legs partially spread Seonghwa was likely to notice the embarrassing wetness staining your underwear, which you knew he would soon remove with his own hands. However, you had already made a home in his arms, you felt comfortable and immune to any harm in his strong arms.

Once he left you spread out on the bed, you resumed the sizzling kiss and the desire that had been on hold for a few seconds soon dominated your behavior. Your arms had already caught the sides of Seonghwa’s neck, and his hands had already taken up the habit of groping your waist and breasts.

“Fuck, I can do this all night long. Touch you like this,” He whispered breathlessly, a cool breeze making your skin crawl even when the atmosphere was suffocating enough for a normal person to sweat. “Wanna taste you so badly though..”

A soft whine from you was heard, causing Seonghwa to smirk. You were so vulnerable to every word, sigh, command. That man was becoming your new addiction, one you never wanted to get out of.

His hands ran all over your leg, creating a new constellation as he dragged his phalanges over every single mole and mark he met at the moment; your breath hitching every time. Seonghwa absolutely loved how pliant you were under his fingers, how submissive you could become if he pushed the right buttons. And how your thighs shuddered in excitement when his mouth was finally positioned in front of your cunt? His sanity was gone by then.

And speaking about buttons. He pressed the one that made your lips release a satisfied sigh.

“S-seonghwa,” You squirmed under him, his arms flexing at your breathless cry. “Please.”

“Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” A silent whimper was heard as just a vague breath as his lips pressed a kiss against your inner thigh; his hands stroking it fondly. “Behave. And then I’ll give you what you want.”

You nodded vigorously, your senseless state preventing you from formulating any coherent sentences. But Seonghwa was apparently not satisfied with your answer, his palm flattening against your outer thigh after mercilessly smacking it; a loud moan coming from you in response. “Answer me, you bitch.”

“Y-yes! Hmgh, yes daddy..” You stuttered under your breath, your mind being too fucked out to realize what had just left your lips.

“You into that?” A low chuckle coming out of him, not believing your words. “Fine, I can work with that.”

Finally, he dived in, his tongue starting to swim in your wetness; a nasty sound resonating all over the room. The only possible reaction for your body was to arch your back, stretch your legs, and open them even more; surrendering to the malicious pleasure that was being provided to you by Seonghwa. That’s when you decided to give in to desire and Seonghwa and his dirty fantasies.

His tongue swirling and lapping your clit made you see stars; you swore you could hear colors. Its tip was reaching spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue pressing exquisitely against your pleasure button. Your hips studdered in attempts to move away from the mattress, but Seonghwa’s strong hands restricted any movement.

Your hands clung to the silk sheets as if your life depended on it; your knuckles turning a pinkish white. For some reason, you didn’t dare to tangle his silky hair between your fingers, something was stopping you. Seonghwa was doing an excellent job of making you see the stars and planets, you couldn’t ask for more. Right?

Your moans gradually grow louder and the wet squelching sounds of dripping center bounce on the walls, “More, Hwa. Please.” You released a broken sob; your breath quivering, nails now digging into your palm.

“So fucking greedy.” His husky voice and dark chuckle resonated inside your eardrums, “What do you want, love? My fingers?”

A bothered and childish mhm from you was heard. “Want your cock.”

You glanced down at him, meeting his dark gaze. You almost fainted when you saw him between your legs, his large pupils dilated by the ecstasy, the corner of his lips stained by your wetness. He looked so docile beneath you, but you knew that with just one command from him, you would get on all fours and a dog collar would magically appear around your neck.

‘If I come out of this alive, it would be interesting to try it’, you thought.

“Well, aren’t you a needy little whore?” He separated from your cunt to move up to your lips and seal your protests. His tongue, once again, dominating your thoughts and mouth, “But you’re not in control tonight, sweetheart.”

You felt how, in an agile movement, his hand grasped your hair, taking a fistful of it, forcing you to stand up and allowing Seonghwa to manipulate you like a doll.

“On your knees, doll.” His hand grabbed your hair in such a way that you could observe every feature of his face; of course it hurt you, but you were so lost in studying those irises, deep like the ocean, that nose, perfectly sculpted, that frown that you even considered cute, and those lips, so hot that you could burn yourself to hell with just one caress.

The pain began to get more intense, so you knelt and sighed internally as you felt his grip loosen up a little. You were face to face with his prominent erection, struggling to come out of the uncomfortable fabric that had imprisoned it for so long.

Your eyebrows fluttered as you looked up at him. His frown and swollen lips constituted his twisted face; his hands working hard and desperately trying to remove the garment. His pants pooled down his ankles and his length shot out, hitting and bouncing against your nose.

“Come on, baby. Suck it like a good girl.” His fingers traced a funny line all along your scalp, holding your hair in a ponytail; his leaking tip right on your lips

And you were more than happy to oblige. You parted your lips widely enough so that at least half of his length entered your oral cavity; you were well aware that there was no physical law or mathematical rule that would allow you to put his whole cock in your mouth, but you would do everything you could to return the favor and make him feel as good as he made you feel.

You heard Seonghwa hiss and curse under his breath. The pressure he kept on your ponytail grew stronger, but you couldn’t care less. Your hands and mouth were too busy satisfying Seonghwa’s big, hard cock. Your doe-eyed gaze looked up at him and met his tensed jawline, your pupils suddenly turning into pink, shiny hearts.

“Come on, doll. You can do better than that.” His praise was followed by a deep groan, his hand guiding your head further, “You can take it all in. Right, princess?”

You closed your eyes tightly like a scared child, trying not to gag around it. You had to show him that you were a good girl, and you would do it by giving him the best blowjob of his life.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Show me what that pretty mouth can do,” He praised through gritted teeth; his breath hitched, his muscles tensed, “Work for it, love. I’m almost there,”

You complied with his order, sucking harder with greater force. You wanted his mind to melt with all the pleasure you were giving him, for his body to surrender to yours. He hissed as soon as he noticed how you complied with his command.

“So fucking pliant. God,” He heaved a sigh. His free hand running through his silky, now sweaty hair, “You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” You yearned, your lips forming a cute smile, without showing your teeth. Your glaze-over eyes caused Seonghwa to utter some profanity you couldn’t quite understand.

“Can’t wait anymore,” You heard him say breathlessly.

His hand caught your shoulder and gently pulled it up, indirectly ordering you to stand up. Once on your feet, your knees felt partially sore. His hand guided you towards the bed again, but you stopped when you saw that he was the one who lay down first, his back flat against the headboard.

Seonghwa analyzed your state from the bed; messy hair, messy lipstick, mascara dripping from the sides of your eyes, exquisitely erect nipples, neck and thighs marked with bites and red hickeys. ‘A sight for sore eyes’, he thought.

He patted his lap a few times and locked gazes with you, “Get in here and ride me, doll.”

Your body quivered in excitement and you quickly climbed onto the bed to straddle his lap, his hardening cock making contact with your wet folds. You unconsciously began to move against his length seeking relief or some sort of friction. Seonghwa was quick to catch your hips in his hands, stopping your desperate movement.

“Desperate, are we?” He whispered, almost dismissively, “What did I say earlier, love?”

“That I have to behave,” You repeated as if you had studied his words.

“Good girl,” He grabbed almost tenderly your cheek and joined your lips once again in a feverish kiss. You were so immersed in the feelings that kiss caused you that you didn’t realize the moment in which Seonghwa slid his fat cock inside you, a broken moan pouring out of your lips.

“F...Fuck, Seonghwa. Be gentle- mgh!” You stumbled over your words as you felt him so deep inside you, a perfectly formed lump in your belly. Your breath hitched the moment you felt him shift in his place, his cock deliciously reaching unknown spots.

The way he threw his head back due to the tightness of your walls made you squeeze him even more. He had his eyes shut tightly as he breathed in heavily, large beads of sweat rolling on his temple and hanging on for dear life on his sharp jawline.

Yes, that mere vision had you moaning and your throwing your head back.

Exactly a minute passed and Seonghwa hadn’t performed a single move. Your desperation was beginning to overflow and you found no other way to show him your impatience other than by whining like a baby.

“Daddyy, please move,” You cried out; doe-eyed as you stared at him.

“Show me how badly you want my cock, doll.” He muttered faintly in a low voice.

You had said unimaginable things that night. It couldn’t hurt to lose a little more dignity.

“Pleaseee, daddy. I need your cock so badly, need you to fill me up and fuck my brains out,” Your heart was intensely hammering your ribs; your heartbeat deafening your eardrums.

“If you don’t shove your cock inside me, then I’ll do it.” You protested.

“Do it then. Fuck yourself on my cock, silly girl.”

And he didn’t have to tell you twice. You began to bounce on his cock as if your life depended on it, your hands using his broad shoulders as support. Shattered moans and husky grunts filled the room up, the clash between your skins being the main sound of the symphony.

“S-seonghwa- Nghh, ahh! You’re so.. sooo- ugh!” You had lost the ability to formulate intelligible sentences the moment Seonghwa started hammering his hips into yours.

“So what? So deep that you can’t even think straight anymore?” A weird combination between a strained moan and a chuckle left his lips, “I really did fuck your brains out, huh?”

Seonghwa asked you and you didn’t even have the time to agree before another loud cry left your swollen, red lips. Accordingly, he abruptly shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans and keeping them at an ideal volume —low enough so that no one would think he was killing you.

Your mind was completely mush by then; his thrusts grew harder, faster and sloppier, his fingers eventually leaving your hot mouth. You were sure that with a couple of thrusts, Seonghwa would open the doors of an unknown heaven for you, pushing you into an eccentric abyss of pleasure.

“Right there! Ugh right the fuck there..” You sobbed brokenly, “I’m gonna- c-cum, ahh! Please daddy, can I? Pleasepleaseplease,”

“Cum, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock,”

And with no delay, you squirted like champagne, staining his cock and the expensive sheets with your fluids. You let Seonghwa manipulate your body as he pleased to reach his high as well. Overstimulation being very sensitive and toe-curling but with your priority being Seonghwa’s release, you couldn’t care less.

“Fucking hell, you’re squeezing down on me- ah! so hard..” His breath hitched for the last time that night; his muscles tensing with your recent release, “Gonna cum inside you and fill you up so fucking good. Gonna be walking with my cum dripping out of your pussy for a week,”

And he did. He filled you to the bone the moment he hammered his hips against yours for the last time. He remained still for a couple of seconds as he felt his cock twitch inside your warm, squishy walls.

You caught you breath after a few minutes in silence, finally settling into bed; both of you lying down while Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Well, wasn’t that supposed to be a punishment?” You question.

“Are you complaining?”

“No,” A cute giggle came out of you, ”So, what do we do now?”

“We both go back to our lives, of course,”

You knew it would end like this. But why does it hurt you a little?

A moment of uncomfortable silence came in. Until Seonghwa decided to break it, “Let’s exchange numbers. Maybe we can keep on talking? You know, I could help you with your work and you could help me with mine.”

A fond smile decorated your lips, your iris suddenly turning into shiny bulbs, “Sounds good to me,”

You settled back into his arms, finding warmth in them. A warmth and security that you haven’t felt in a long time. His calm breathing numbed your eyelids, which were beginning to close little by little. Finally you were immersed in a soft, ideal world of dreams and stars, surrounded by Seonghwa’s arms.

Maybe, after all, your boyfriend was something you could get over with

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jaehunnyy · 4 months

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Seonghwa headcanons - He needs a partner for the family dinner

Genre: fake dating, fluff, acquaintances-to-lovers

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Seonghwa x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of a forced relationship, kissing, time skip, a shitty ex, possible grammar mistakes

a/n: happy belated birthday to my love @starrysvn! i hope you will accept this gift from your secret santa; im sorry it took quite a lot and ik it might be a bit rusty, but i made it with love so i hope you will enjoy it 🤍❄️

☆ To say Seonghwa was stressed was an understatement—the boy was devastated the moment his lover (better said, ex) broke up with him, right before the Christmas dinner they planned with his family.

☆ There he found himself, trapped in the dirty abyss of overthinking as he tried to find a way to make it through—though it seemed quite impossible.

☆ All the people who could have possibly helped him have already left to the comfort of their homes, leaving him alone in the campus; or so he thought, before an idea snapped through his pretty head.

☆ He knew from a friend that Y/n was never leaving for Christmas due to how far they lived, so that meant that maybe they were still around the campus; and as bad as he felt for having to ask you this as you didn’t really know lots about each other (you were simple acquaintances due to some common friends you two shared), he decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

☆ He had always admired your beautiful soul and your bright eyes, but his ex didn’t really let him approach you due to the unnecessary possessiveness they felt over Seonghwa (and still, they had the heart to leave him).

☆ You were throwing a little concert in your room, dancing and singing quite loudly to try and make your holidays a bit more interesting; little did you know they were about to be the most interesting ones in a while.

☆ You heard a knock on your door, wondering who the person who dared to bother you from your daily routine was—and as soon as you saw a halo of blonde, ravished hair in front of you, you started to get more curious.

“Seonghwa? Shouldn’t you be home since like—a day ago?”

☆ The boy shrugged, an innocent, playful smile stretching the corners of his lips, stars beaming at his beautiful, dark eyes.

“Change of plans? Kind of spontaneous? Are you in for a challenge?”

☆ His giggles filled the hallway with so much joy, that despite knowing there weren’t people around, you pushed him inside your room like you were scared to get caught in the middle of a dirty act.

“Did you drink?”

“Just a shot—for courage, you know.”

☆ His warm smile flashed before your eyes again, and you were kind of invested in hearing the challenge.

☆ You had a tiiiiiny, silly crush on him, mayhaps—cause his beautiful smile and warm persona absolutely didn’t go unnoticed by you; though you were still in your denial phase.

☆ You gesture that he could start telling you his dramatic story, so he began to tell you about the partner who left him brokenhearted right before the holidays, and how he needed someone to go home with, as promised to his parents.

“Can’t you just tell them the truth? Things would get pretty nasty if they found out you lied to them.”

☆ Truth is, Seonghwa just wanted to prove himself capable in front of his family for once; he had two months to bring someone home and present them to his family, otherwise they would just throw him in the claws of a person he didn’t know—for business proposals.

“Please, just consider it. I need you, please. You are my last escape.”

☆ Maybe considering it didn’t sound too bad, regarding your current situation—you wanted to spice up your own holiday, so would you prefer drinking and staying on your campus, eating ice cream alone for the New Year, or pretending to love a very handsome guy and have a bit of fun?

☆ The latter surely sounded like the best option.

☆ As for the acting? You weren’t scared; you were quite sure someone who can’t read through their son’s own needs and preferences won’t be able to see behind your fake heart eyes (maybe they weren’t even that fake, to start with).

“So, when are we leaving?”

The tall guy jumped in happiness, giving you a discreet hug before giving you more information as an impulse for you to pack faster.

☆ His house was as cozy as it could be, the beautiful, warm Christmas lights making you feel all fuzzy inside—you missed your own home.

☆ His parents seemed like good people (despite trying to set him off with a random someone, claiming it was for his good), and you could see where their son got his genes from; they were absolutely gorgeous.

☆ You couldn’t help but cringe a bit when his dad took your hand into his and kissed it, happy to finally meet his son’s (fake) partner; yet it all went away when Seonghwa held your other hand comfortingly, giving you the boost of confidence that you needed.

☆ His mom was looking as if she knew that something was going on, a pretty smile plastered on her face while looking at the two of you.

☆ The rest of the night went smooth, full of little chatters and chortles as you found them effortlessly funny; but also full of little timid glances shared between you and your fake boyfriend.

“How much time do you think they need until they fall in love completely?”

☆ His mom asked his father, laughing while watching the two of you sip your hot choccies in front of the fireplace.

“They will surely realize how real their fake situationship is quickly.”

☆ His family adored you so much that Seonghwa started to believe his real partner would have messed everything up—so he took having you by his side as a sign.

“3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!”

☆ The loud, happy cheers of everyone around you resonated through your ears as the fireworks bloomed into the beautiful night sky.

☆ You looked in Seonghwa’s direction, just to see him already looking back at you—plump lips slightly parted and eyes focused on your own.

“Is this the moment where we kiss?”

☆ He giggled, cupping your face and nodding at your bold words.

☆ He pressed his soft lips on yours, and you felt like they were made just for you—like Cupid’s final touch to the red string attached to your souls.

“Is it too soon to say I don’t want this to be fake anymore?”

“Kiss me one more time and you will find out.”

☆ Seems like you found your second home, in the arms of the not-so-fake partner of yours.

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xerotiny99 · 8 days

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The Lewd Rituals of a Typical Day // Our precious #6

The Lewd Rituals of a Typical Day. (Our precious #6)

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Pairing: main - Park Seonghwa x Reader. Side - Reader x Jeong Yunho, Reader x Kang Yeosang

Warning (for all parts): smut, hardcore smut, soft dom!seonghwa, dom!yunho, dom master!yeosang, sub!reader/slave!reader, breast stimulation, teasing, biting and marking, DD/LG, seonghwa has a feeding kink (does not overlap with fat fetish), praise kink, food play, unprotected sex, fingering, cock warming, thigh riding, nipple play, bits of master-slave dynamic, rough sex, manhandling, cum play/cum shot, dirty talk/degradation (just know yunho has a filthy mouth), size training (vaginal), etc.

Note: do not proceed if you're uncomfortable or triggered by any aforementioned tags. Feeding kink/feedism can be triggering for some people, if that's the case, please do not engage or skip over the beginning parts. I apologise, I had no ill intentions with this. To avoid boredom, this time i decided to divide this chapter into four parts, each part with each pair. Not proofread.

Gist: it's the weekend and you finally get the time to spend it with your so called "boyfriends".

Total Word Count: n/a

Part One [6.1]: Feed Me Please, Daddy - Park Seonghwa x Reader.

Word Count: 13,354

Song Rec: In The Trees by Stalgia

Taglist: @t3kandson @therealcuppicake @sebastianswhore13

Reliving some moments can be detrimental, some can be joyous, while some can be a mix of both. You weren't sure where exactly you were leaning to in this particular moment. Or maybe, your approach was more of a two-fold interpretation than concluding all at once. Staring into the deep brown eyes of the person you were least likely to be interested in, was a moment of deja vu you resented living in, despising every passing second of it. In the much steeper part of your stomach, you were starting to sense the underlying distraught creeping up your gut. As one might wonder why you'd be so invested in this particular case, but to your own acknowledgment, you knew you were being stubborn.

There was no way you were backing down from this; you couldn't look away either, not when he's been waiting on the chance to watch you lose. In sullen silence which pertains the more you hold onto your stupidity, you have yourself comfortably perched on the kitchen counter while the subtle sounds coming from the balcony fill up any unnecessary noise between you two. Mingi was at it again, not once wavering in his motive to make you feel small with his broad shoulders or his bulging bare arms as he held them across his chest. A deleterious glint sits in his eyes. He stood at a distance from you, studying the curves of your body and how it was capable of fitting in the space on the kitchen counter next to the stove. You, on the other hand, are trying to condole with your hammering heart; it was no surprise, even to yourself, to know you were attracted to Mingi. If you got the chance, you'd pounce upon him and act out all the fantasies you deliberately hide from everyone. If only Mingi was allied to you the way others were. Sadly, that's not how it worked, did it?

A few hours after the break of dawn, and you're forced to have a ruthless encounter with him. Mingi had just woken up, judging from his bed hair and the way it was tousled, besides he was still dressed in his night clothes. The white tank top which hugged his body like a second skin had an assortment of stains on them. Some prominent, some faded; they were probably stains from food. Though, you were deeply infatuated with Mingi's personality, you equally reviled it too. If not, your somber morning would've never been blighted by his rueful gaze or his inanely gracious satire. You'd be a fool to think you'd have a normal morning for once; waking up to Seonghwa's voice was the ultimate rapture of your significant morning, and then he had asked to you meet him in the kitchen so he could prepare breakfast for you before everyone's awake. And to your satisfaction, everyone slept-in on a Saturday. Obviously.

Really, you'd be a fool to pass on that opportunity. Groggy with sleep, you somehow managed to drag yourself out of the nimble futon you slept on, brushed your teeth and carried yourself to the kitchen. The nifty oversized shirt on your body, the one which you had borrowed from Jongho last night, clung too close to you to expose your curves and godly figure; seamlessly you had booty shorts under your shirt, which had no point in wearing because the shirt covered most of your skin till your mid thighs. When you were ushered into the kitchen by the heavenly scent of coffee and your own enthusiasm, Seonghwa had been sipping on his morning coffee, his favourite mug in his hand and a doleful haze of sunshine in his eyes; everything was wonderful when alongside Seonghwa, you had your morning coffee too and engaged yourself in a fatuous conversation with him. Until Mingi walked in, half-asleep and Seonghwa excused himself to the balcony to get himself some freshly harvested coriander for the breakfast he had planned ahead. You had just gotten comfortable on the counter, as on Seonghwa's suggestion who thought it'd be a great idea for you to watch him cook.

So, now you're here. Waiting on Mingi's derisive comment to wrung you out like one would do to their wet towel. All this could've been avoided if Mingi hadn't woken up to get himself a bottle of water, or if you had just let it go after your eyes met with him.

"I don't remember the last time I had walked into the kitchen, and you weren't there," Mingi spits, spitefully enough to let his tone prick you like a thorn. "But you know, what? It'd be more surprising if you were actually useful in here."

"Man, you're really obsessed with me, aren't you?" you scoff, swinging your legs off the counter and landing on your feet. "I must be taking up every fraction of your mind, for you to come up with useless remakes and snarks."

"Aww, don't flatter yourself." Mingi smirks, "it's sad you think of me as one of your playthings to be infatuated with you and whatever that is you offer. Quit dreaming, princess. I will never bend to your words or whatever tricks you have up your sleeve."

"You seem very confident about—"

"You two are at it again?" Seonghwa groans, walking in the kitchen with his hands occupied, "how many times have I told you to not bother yourself with him, Angel? Some people aren't worth our attention." He sets the pair of scissors and a bunch of coriander, which he had freshly cut from his thriving garden in the balcony, on the counter and glances at Mingi, "and you, can't you let your differences go? You don't like her, we get it. But that does not validate your curt attitude towards her."

Heaving a sigh, he turns around and faces you, a smile already lilting on his lips, "look, I just want to have my breakfast in peace. You want to argue, bite each other's necks off, or borderline kill each other, do it in your own leisure time. My only request is, please let me eat in concord of my mind."

Mingi couldn't help but scoff, "you know, this would've never happened if you all hadn't allowed her to live with us."

You take offence in what he has to say, but don't voice it out as you usually would; Mingi and you had a bone to pick, you two could never get along no matter what. Though, listening to Mingi sometimes would leave your heart broken. In much simpler way of eluding, Mingi's resentment towards you was a blow to this ornate mirror you would view yourself in, and his words were the scattered pieces of glass ready to plunge deep in your heart. Whiling in the same momentary haze, you're dwelling unreasonably over his injudicious words again. It wouldn't come off as a surprise to anyone but being pampered and taken care of by the seven men in the house, Mingi's hostility always marred your pleasant disposition.

"Mingi," Seonghwa mutters, his tone threatening, "you're crossing the line here."

"Am I? Am I really crossing the line here, Seonghwa?" Mingi mumbles, posing it as a question onto Seonghwa. "I never had a say in this arrangement, yet I respected your decisions and went along with it. Maybe, I shouldn't detest her for what you've done. I should resent you all."

As his words falter to a mere whisper, Mingi shakes his head and turns around; but before he could leave either of you stranded, he glances over his shoulder and adds, "I'll go live with Lani for a couple of weeks. You guys can get comfortable, you know, I won't be around to make you guys awkward..."

With that, he leaves. His silhouette dithers to the morning sun flooding in through the balcony doors. Mingi had gone and you were seemingly, more heartbroken than ever. Your stomach lurches into your chest, your heart slowly regressing in its palpitations; Seonghwa clicks his tongue and places one of his hands on your thigh. Comforting warmth engulfs your disturbed mind and you're pulled out of your despondency. When you turn your head, you find Seonghwa's smile growing further into his cheeks and his eyes disappearing in crinkles.

"Don't you worry about him," he says, "he'll get around. I'll have Yunho talk to him. Unless they're both on bad terms with each other."

"What?" you mutter under your breath, tracing your hand along his to intertwine your fingers together. "I don't let his words bother me, seriously. You shouldn't trouble yourself with this. Or, even Yunho."

Seonghwa chuckles, "compared to me, Yunho would've taken a much violent approach if he had heard what and how Mingi spoke to you. I'm just saying, he wouldn't have been as tolerant as me." He clears his throat and lets his smile fall to line, "and whether you are bothered by him or not, it's no way for a man to treat you like that. Mingi is one of us, and we wouldn't be setting much of an impression on you if we let him get away with these things. Like I said, don't let his words get to you, he's a better man under all the facade of arrogance and revulsion."

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze, Seonghwa steps and untangles your hands; he stands in front of the stove and smiles at you. "Let's forget about him, alright. I know you're feeling down, so, what do you want to eat?"

"I thought you were making me fried rice from yesterday's leftovers," you wiggle your legs dangling off the counter and let your lips curl, "I'm not a picky eater. You can cook whatever you want."

"There's no harm in asking my lady, is there?" he muses, offering you wink before grabbing the bunch of coriander he had brought from the balcony.

"Who would've thought you tended a garden in the balcony."

He chortles, "not many know of it, sure. However, it doesn't take a genius to plant some coriander."

"Hey, it still keeps you in touch with your nurturing psyche," you pout, swinging your legs at a steady pace, "after all you're the guy who takes care of six kids in this household."

Seonghwa bites back on a laugh and lets his lips curve instead; he shakes his head, studying your clement eyes with his before he brushes it off. The avid affection in his eyes could've misread yours. He doesn't want to believe what he interpreted, but he knows you were being grateful to him. As the conspicuous moments cling to either of your speechlessness, Seonghwa clears his throat, and steps away from the counter.

"Seven kids, sweetheart. What, did you forget to count yourself?" he whispers lowly, "but you're not wrong, gardening has helped me get over many slumps in my life. And to be fair, any guy, stuck in my situation, would've done what I'm doing. Let's not romanticise what I do."

You are weirdly confounded by his modesty; allured in some delightful sense, you can't seem to get your eyes off of him. Seonghwa had his back faced to you while he rummaged through the refrigerator. Dainty crinkles of polythene bags and containers reverberate till they're softened by your own, an airy voice calling out to him.

"Are you sure?" you muse, "because I've seen you take on countless responsibilities. You somehow manage to balance your work life and still have time for the things you love doing vis-a-vis your gardening hobby. So, yeah. You're pretty much like a superhero."

"Anyone could do that, Angel. Come on." His humility is endearing, but you couldn't understand why he was dodging your compliments. With his head still buried in refrigerator, he continues, "if we're talking about parenthood, then I believe Hongjoong deserves some credit for keeping us all together."

You let out a soft giggle before leaning back on the counter, propping your hands on either side of you and gently oscillating yourself back and forth.

"You two have your roles predestined for this household, don't you? You're doing a great job, seriously. Just take the compliments and don't backhand them," you lick your lower lip, adoring the view in front of you. Seonghwa hums as a response because he knew there was no winning against you, while you suck on your teeth, "this is totally off topic, but damn, I might have one of the bestest views in front of me right now."

There was no lie in your testimony; you were indeed revelling in the perfect view of Seonghwa's rear raised in the air as he leaned over to rummage through the refrigerator. Sweatpants hang loose on his waist, accentuating more of his curves and his ass. It'd be a lot shameful to admit you were ogling at him, then ever denying you felt yourself losing to your demarcated eroticism.

"Oh really, my little girl likes what's in front of her? Adorable," he remarks, pulling himself out of the open doors of the refrigerator, "sad, all you can do is watch and drool. We both know who's incharge here, right?"

You watch him holding a few bags of veggies; though it wasn't feasible for your mind to come up with something this early in the morning, you still manage to go along the inner voices. A spark of tease takes over your mind when the oxytocin in your body passes its threshold.

"You are," you bring your voice down a few baritones and lace it with seduction, "daddy."

As a blur of sinful hope crosses his eyes, Seonghwa's face shrouds with utmost impropriety when he prances across the very little distance between you and the refrigerator. Carelessly, he lets go the bags in his hands and they land on the counter with a placid crinkle, soon submerging into your gasp; Seonghwa forces you to spread your thighs apart while you sat still on the counter. His hands sear their touch on your skin, pushing your legs further apart for him to slot his body perfectly against yours. The tender caresses of his fingers, running in circles on your skin, under your shirt, start trickling your spine with shivers. On your amiable instinct, you're quick to wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, supporting your body as he pulls you into his body. He kept you upright while you were almost suspended off the edge of the counter.

"Be careful with that word, sweetheart." Seonghwa warns, tracing his lips in almost like a trail of wispy kisses to your ear; he licks up the shell of your ear before biting down on the earlobe. "You throw it around too much, and I might not be able to tame myself."

Your throat runs dry, once having discerned the softer but grimy undertones of carnality in his voice. In the wrinkle of a second, you wind your legs around his waist and push your hips into his lower abdomen. His flimsy shirt rides up with your movement to have you peek on his toned abdomen, and a cute little belly button. Seonghwa's dainty fingers crawl down to the hem of your shirt, pushing it over to expose your bare chest.

"I wouldn't mind you losing yourself to me, daddy." You slur your words, tilting your head to a side when you find him staring at you.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," smirking, he whispers and lets his hands drag up your sides, till they're cupping your tits, "aren't you scared you might burn yourself?"

A breath hitches in your throat, mind fogging with absolute darkness when his warmth is groping your tits like that; you let out a soft whimper, your eyes fluttering close and your lips parting in a mere attempt to get your words out. Nothing came out of your mouth, not even an utter; you were too engrossed in his touches and warmth, the one which slipped away from you after teasing and tugging at your taut nipples. You were sensitive to touch, and it had only been brought to your attention during your make out session with Jongho last night.

"Hmm, you're...responsive," Seonghwa mumbles and pulls back, letting your shirt drape your body fully before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "We'll continue this after breakfast, hmm? I am really hungry right now. Hungry for food."

Tangled limbs become free as he pushes himself away from you; you weren't fond of the coldness which slipped in between too immediately after, but you couldn't complain either way. Seonghwa ties his apron around his waist and bends over to grab a chopping board from the cabinets below the stove.

He sets it on the counter before smiling at you, "I could use your help. Why don't you wash the vegetables and I'll chop them?"

"Sure."

It came off as a suggestion than request, the one you couldn't quite resist. You hop off the counter, gently tugging on your shirt before standing next to him; Seonghwa unwraps his selection of veggies from their respective polythene bags and places them on the counter. You share a glance with him, and a smile curls your lips. Soon, you two are drowning out every superficial thought in your head, lost in a void of affection while your eyes never once wavered from each other. He almost leant in, lips puckered and eyes half-lidded, you were prepared for whatever that was going to happen, anticipation breaking at the seams. Warmth of his breath fans your cheeks and then your lips, before it melts into your skin; his lips are delicate with yours, brushing softly till it turns to a passionate kiss. Seonghwa winces softly when he forces himself away from you, breaking the kiss in that moment.

"If we carry on like this, there's no way I'd finish preparing breakfast for nine people."

"Then maybe you should learn how to control yourself," you joke, bumping your hips into his, as playfully as you could, "come on, we've got a lot of time after breakfast to do whatever your heart desires to do now."

"Duly noted, ma'am."

Cooking with Seonghwa was fun, endearing even. You two spent the time laughing and talking around, making harmless jokes about the others who were somehow still not awoken to your chaos. There wasn't a lot to talk about any way, so you settled on asking him questions about Mingi and his relationship. At first Seonghwa hesitated in his head to answer your doubts, but soon enough he was opening up and spilling everything. Mingi and Lani, his girlfriend, have been on and off from the freshman year; the two met in their department and have known each other since then. Lani is a ballet major and according to Seonghwa's first impression of her, she's a pretty woman with an ugly heart and soul. She had been stringing Mingi along to her tricks, taking advantage of his good persona and also his wealth. Yep, if you hadn't known it before, Mingi, similar to Jongho, belonged to a well-heeled family.

"Mingi's too much of a kind heart to see through her lies and chicaneries," Seonghwa scoffs, continuing to sauté the vegetables, he glances at you and shrugs his shoulders lightly, "we've all tried our hardest to get him out of the illusions she's weaved around him; so far, we've only offended him with our stupid trials."

"You told me not to be bothered by him, on the contrary you yourself are troubled—"

"—there's always some sort of hypocrisy hidden in my words, sweetheart," his laugh interrupts you, "time heals, doesn't it?" As he sighs, he fixates himself on the pan of sizzling of vegetables, "I'm just hoping he realises his worth and knows what he deserves."

"He will, I'm a firm believer of that."

You hum and lean back into the counter, stretching out your upper body and legs to destress yourself; the sublime morning dawned over, spilling with golden cast and untimely bloom of chirping birds. It had been approximately fifteen minutes since Seonghwa and you had taken on the venture of cooking egg fried rice for everyone, almost done with finishing with the task at hand. Amid the silence of all, where only the occasional sears of vegetables and oil resounds, your stomach growls and all hell breaks loose.

Seonghwa bites back on a laugh and looks at you, "if you're that eager, there's an assortment of cut fruit in the fridge. Help yourself to it." He redirects your attention by pointing the spatula in his hand towards the refrigerator, "I'll be done in ten more minutes. You can have a light snack till then. And do you want me to brew you some green tea with the rice?"

You're already a few steps ahead, already by the refrigerator, "I'm fine. I'll just have some orange juice instead."

Opening the door of the refrigerator, you shuffle around with the various takeout containers and a box leftover pizza from last night. Along some saran-wrapped plates of Wooyoung's experimented recipes, you find the colourful bowl of cut fruits, which also happened to be covered by a large sheet of saran-wrap. The gelid ceramic bowl fits snug in the palm of your hands when you bring it out to the dining table; sitting down on your designated chair, you put the bowl on the table and flick the wrap from it. Your place at the dining table had been preordained by the others, you were given the seat between Yunho and San, while the others sat in their usual chairs. There was one chair, centrally placed along the width of the table, claimed by Hongjoong. And the others would then sit around him; it started with Hongjoong, and clockwise to him, it went, Seonghwa, Jongho, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung, San, you and Yunho.

As it was only the two of you this morning, you decided to settle down on the first chair you see; which happened to be where Seonghwa sat. Aimlessly, you let your hand dive in the bowl to pinch out a piece of peach, the first bite is juicy, tangy and sweet, forcing you to reminisce on your bittersweet encounter with Mingi. You're in a dour state of your mind again, forced to have mindless notions, if there could ever be a time where you and Mingi would get along just fine. Lost in your heady wonders, you blindly pick out another piece, a piece of melon and put in your mouth; juices trickle, splashing on your chin and rolling further down your neck. Chewing through it, you're still immersed in the intangible truth of your downtrodden relationship with Mingi. You munch and chew, without having the knowledge that you had nearly finished all the fruit in bowl, and how sticky your chin was from all the fruit juices.

Louder your thoughts are, the more unaware you become of footsteps ascending out of the kitchen. You're snapped into reality by a certain weight lingering on your shoulder. When you raise your head up, you're stricken with Seonghwa's beaming smile and his amused eyes.

"Angel to earth," he muses, "what are you thinking of?"

You shake your head, lips quivering, "nothing really."

Seonghwa doesn't believe you, yet he nods his head and places the plates on the table which had been carrying in his other hand. Slipping his hand from your shoulder and sliding it across the back of your chair, he leans over and traces his other hand along your chin; fingers collect the remnant of fruit juices from your chin before his thumb swipes just under your lower lip. You watch him, flustered and confused, mouth agape, seemingly out of the daze, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and lets his tongue dart out. He licks up the length of his forefinger, fluttering his eyes close before humming in satisfaction. When his eyes open to your soft whimper, he continues to lap his tongue around his thumb; sucking on it, he brings it out with a pop and smirks lightly at you.

"Sweet," he whispers, leaning further to reduce whatever distance that was between you two. His lips hover on yours, ghosting their soft brushes till he mumbles, "you're not a good liar, sweetheart."

"I-I really wasn't—I wasn't thinking of anything," you stutter, jerking up your shoulders and taking a deep breath to keep yourself composed.

On the brink of letting your lips touch, you're at loss for words and thoughts; the close proximity muddles with your brain in ways you couldn't quite comprehend. Not when Seonghwa's hand had slithered its way on the nape of your neck from the chair. His delicate grasp pulls you in, your lips touching in some sort of fervent delight, till you're lurching and leaping, tilting your head to augment the desires palpating in both of your hearts. He cups your face instead, using the warmth of both of his palms. One of his thumbs presses against your cheekbone and you wince, fumbling with your own hands to wrap them around his shoulders.

This kiss drags on for long as it could, minutes murmuring to nothing more. Seonghwa's mind is left craving for more when he tastes the sweetness of fruit on your tongue and lips, when his own had been exploring the hot crooks of your mouth. You let him do as he pleased to, eager for his tongue to explore and taunt your own, to let both of them rub and wrestle together. Until, you're past the threshold of your contentment. A concept frozen in time, bounded by nothing till you're both breathless, chasing for the breath of air you needed to appease the burn in your chest. Seonghwa breaks the kiss, rupturing the rhythm of your lips; he rests his forehead against yours, his warm and ragged breath thrashing against your cheeks.

"Something has to be wrong with me today," he frets his words with the air he inhales, "I can't seem to let go of you, neither can I rid my heart of this devout yearning to taste you on my tongue. What have you done to me, my darling?" He chuckles in the raspy and breathless state of his, "do you not want me to stay sane?"

"I'm—I'm doing nothing," you respond, words hitching in your throat and heart pounding on the walls of your chest, "you were the one who kissed me."

"I am aware," he adds, whirling his tone with a deep laugh, "couldn't help myself when I saw you sitting here, lips and face glistening with the juices. You wouldn't know how tempting you were, how fucking beautiful it was for a man like me, to find you—" he chuckles in your face, "—every bit of you is so fucking precious, sweetheart. No doubt I lack self-restraint when I'm with you."

One of his hands on your cheeks, falls to grab your chin in his fingers' subtle grip, he pushes his thumb under your lower lip and forces you to open your mouth.

"This mouth had done some wonders back then," he mutters, "do you remember that night, Angel? When I had fucked this pretty little mouth of yours..."

You nod.

"Such a good little girl," he rasps, drunkenly, "such a good girl to remember the time I had wrecked her throat. Hmm, fucking perfect."

And you're rendered speechless; it's very unlikely for you to be so horny in the morning, let alone, your day had just started, and you were already dripping through your shorts. Swallowing thickly, your throat wobbles with you having no words to voice them out; instead, Seonghwa steps back, begrudging to himself as he straightens up and stares down at you.

"I know what you're thinking of," he muses, "and I've got something for you regarding it. Don't worry, sweetheart, all your desires will be quenched; let's just eat first, okay?"

Again, you're only sane enough to nod your head vigorously. Biting on your lower lip, your mind goes astray, the reminisces of the said night flooding your conscience with zeal and ecstasy; only recalling the vague memoirs that night left you with, had tipped you past your edge, urging your arousal to soak your shorts and causing more to seep out. Seonghwa's muted whistle howls in your ears when he's placing the pot of cooked rice on the table. While you're still disoriented from the remembrances of your game night with him and Yunho, Seonghwa makes himself comfortable on one of the chairs and pats his lap, hoping you'd take on the little hint. You obviously did not need to be told twice. Scampering off your feet, you're quick to fit yourself in his lap. You prop your legs across his, leaning your body onto his chest while resting your head on his shoulder. Mumbling out an incoherent sound, Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist and presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

"How are we supposed to eat if you're going to..." he says, suggestive enough for you to sit a bit straighter, "you know, you can get needy at times. A lot."

Plucked by a sense of curiosity, you compose your posture and wrap your arms around his neck. Seonghwa's lips curl with the utmost bewilderment, while your brows squeeze together in the centre of your forehead; he shakes his head, fathoming your deliberate gestures. He pinches your chin, thumb pressing into your bone for your lower lip to tug out.

"I'm not complaining, it's adorable." He adds in a wispy voice, "really fucking adorable when daddy's little girl gets to bat her lashes at him and he falls head first into her trap."

You smirk, squirming on his lap before leaning over to whisper in his ear, "isn't daddy all talk and no show?"

"Daddy doesn't want to hurt his baby," he mutters, tracing one of his hands along your back to your neck. Though, losing his grasp on his own tongue, he lets out a chuckle and looks away from you, "bless my soul, I thought I'd be able to keep a straight face through this vulgar oration, but turns out I can't really utter anything without absolutely cringing my spine."

"Why not?" you laugh along him, as his eyes are back on you, twinkling with unsaid words, "I believe, you said it was a part of your "kinks" and preferences."

He shrugs, slightly shifting you on his lap, "it is; however I don't want our fellow readers to crawl out of their skin listening to me exaggerate..."

You peck his lips and shut him up, "I bet the readers like it. So, don't you worry about it."

"The main concern should be, do you like it?" he rasps, his voice husky, "it's important to know if you're comfortable or not."

You brush your lips against his, "it might take me some time to get used to it. Not a lot of guys I had been with, dabbled in this kink, you know."

"Lot of guys?" he instigates, his lips curling into his cheek, revealing his canines, "how many guys have you been with before us?"

"I never asked you how many women you've been with before me," you drawl, jutting your lower lip out, "why do you care, anyway?"

Sliding his hand further up your neck, he entangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you with it; you arch your head back, succumbing to his strength and chuckling softly before he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He traces pleasant kisses on your skin, eventually letting his tongue dart over to lick and suck, eliciting pretty sounds from your mouth.

He murmurs his words, letting them collide with your skin, "fine. I'll tell you everything. Would you like that?"

His hand which had stayed around your waist, tightens and using your body to have some leverage, he bucks his hips into yours. The thin material of his sweatpants wasn't enough to let the impression of his erection go unnoticed by you; seemingly immersed in the sensation his lips offered and the way his hardening cock rubbed against your inner thigh, you let out a mangled gasp, smiling to yourself.

"Sure—ah fuck—sure, tell me everything about your past." In your line of sight, you could only catch the minute glimpse of his tousled hair tickling your throat.

Seonghwa hauls a soft chortle against your collarbone; not knowing when he had drifted off from kissing your throat, to your collarbones, you whimper ever so slightly, lurching over to hug his shoulders tighter in your grasp. Your body somehow manages to stay on his lap, somehow rattling to his the movements of his hips and the sensitive teasing of his lips on your collarbones; if you were to squirm or shift even to the slightest to your side, you would be slipping out of his lap and landing ass-first on the floor.

"What, do you need a number or names?" he jokes, "I'm bad with both. Could never keep a count, or remember their names."

"That's just sad," you enunciate, shuddering to his teeth sinking right above one of your collarbones, "very much like you, I don't recall a lot of things from my past endeavours either."

Seonghwa hums along, "you certainly know how to play a risky game, don't you?" teasing you with his teeth, he proffers a few more nibbles to your flesh before pulling back. His hand drops from your hair and lets you move your head freely; though, he brings the same hand down to cup a side of your face, "don't bite more than you can chew."

"Oh, you're one to talk," you retort, rolling your eyes at him, "aren't you redirecting my attention to something else." He understands your intentions when you subtly glance down, and scoff, "I thought we were going to eat. You just seem to have all different kinds of ideas, anything but eating breakfast, apparently."

"And who's responsible for putting these ideas in my head?" he taunts you, patting your cheek before backing himself away and wrapping both his arms around your waist.

A dark sheet of serenity falls over the two of you, simmering your thoughts till he's making an effort to create a sound. Seonghwa's grip tightens around your figure, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he mumbles, "I've slept with many women in my past, maybe a few men here and there; but I could never connect with them on a spiritual level. Could never engage each other in meaningful conversations. Our emotional compatibility was almost close to negligible, so we kept it limited to our bodily passions and intimacies. All of my past experiences, they're more jarring than you could ever imagine them to be."

You listen to him draw in a sharp breath, his chest heaving into yours when he does. For the fractioned beat of a second, he grows quiet and then sighs, breaking his silence, "in the end, I came to terms with it; I had no problems living that lifestyle, even though it was, in practicality, destroying me." He adds, "so, due to my internalised needs and desires, I stopped meddling with the dating culture altogether. Now, I wander around, meeting new faces every night and indulging in most of my darkest desires."

"Does that sate your curiosities, sweetheart?" he wrings out a jagged laugh, shaking his head, "I truly hope so."

You nod, "yeah."

There's an underlying forethought concealed in Seonghwa's eyes; it glimmers softly while you're still figuring your way through the labyrinth of his words. Seonghwa may not be as forthcoming as you might have predicted him to be, though you couldn't really judge after only living with him for a month or so. It took time for him to peel his shell off, engage with you in much profound and deeper conversations about literally anything and those tête à têtes were your habitual secrets to seeking an ardent relationship with him.

"Good," he smiles, "let's eat then. I can feel my stomach growling for some food, while I'm starting to see stars behind my eyelids."

"Oh, you're so dramatic," you playfully scoff, before propping the lid off the pot, "and so hungry today. Are you sure it's food that you're craving and not something else?"

"What else would I crave on a Saturday morning?" he deadpans, licking his lips.

"I don't know, I was thinking about..." you trail off and let out a simple laugh, "me, aren't you craving me to fill your mouth with my sweetness..."

Seonghwa groans, keeping a mellowed out smile on his lips, "daddy's little girl really wants to test his patience, doesn't she? Well, daddy is going to make sure his little girl knows not to tease him."

Your spine crumbles to his husky voice, his arms tracing up your sides; fingers clasping onto the hem of your shirt, he lifts it over your head and discards it down on the floor. A soft crinkle resounds, but you aren't too bothered by it, because you were too fazed by his warm breath prickling your skin, fanning with an intensity. Bare chest, see-through demeanour, you fix your hungry eyes on his and wait for them to shift a shade, wait for them to lose all the light before he becomes feral in a way only you could understand. Wetting your lips, you slide your hands into his hair, picking at the soft tuft of ebony strands, and tangling yourself in the much needed strength. And there it goes without saying, ambient dark shrouds his eyes and a smirk fleets on his lips.

Till the time a breathless gasp leaves your mouth, his face is buried in between your tits. His tongue slithers out, rubbing up stripes, licking your skin; a moan gets trapped in your chest when you find the same warmth graze along your sternum. His lips hover over one of your tits, you're anticipating when he opens his mouth and engulfs you with a want you had been sitting on. However, he doesn't give it much thought before wrapping his soft lips around your flesh and guiding his mouth down. All in his mouth, you bite your lip and throw your head back, eyes screwing shut with the absolute pleasure you were bubbling with.

Your arousal seeps through your shorts when his teeth sink in lightly at first, and then he bites down, hard enough for his teeth to mark your skin. Strapping his hands to your waist and pulling himself away from your chest, he somehow manages to shuffle you on his lap. A second sounds in your head and his mouth is back on your chest; immersed in the holy delight of his lips and mouth sucking your tit, you voice a strangled whimper and fist your hands in his hair. Seonghwa winces at the way you were tugging on his hair, but doesn't make a sound and continues to do what he had taken up on.

Somber serenity in the surrounding is filled with fervent echoes of moans, groans and whimpers, all shuddering from your mouth; your lips remain parted, your eyes now half-lidded to gaze down at Seonghwa, and your cunt leaking with excitement. Whiling himself in his own carnality, he slides one of his hands up from your waist and gropes your other tit. The softness of his hand caresses your skin before the raggedness of his fingers envelops it whole. Pinching your taut nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, he lets it roll before pulling on it.

"Ah, fuck—Seonghwa," you voicelessly mutter out, bucking your hips into his to let your clothed cunt grind against his thigh, "you—you fucking switched up—you just—keep doing that, please."

Your desperation amuses him, but he doesn't let go. Seonghwa's tongue keeps lapping and tickling your taut nipple by rubbing its tip too harshly over it. At this point, you're gasping for air and your lungs could collapse any moment due to the suffocation your mind brought upon them. Moving your hips vigorously to a steady pace, you try to get as much friction against his thigh as you could. Internally, you writhe with a bolt of desperation striking down every rational thought in your body. While his other hand stays around your waist, he supports your back and lets you ride his thigh.

The slick of your arousal is starting to seep through your shorts and soaking into his sweatpants; if you could translate your and his neediness, you both wanted the same things. To rid yourself of your clothes. You were piqued beyond your desires, wanting to rub your drenched pussy against his bare thigh, and Seonghwa had his heart in his mouth, picturing how pretty you'd look cumming on his thigh. With his hand slipping against the small of your back, he gives you subtle hint and you take it; propping yourself on your feet, you stand while Seonghwa pulls away from your chest and suppresses a groggy grunt in his stomach.

"I better have you moaning my name when you're riding my thigh."

As he voices the steepest craving of his heart, he pinches your nipple harder and twists it in between his forefinger and thumb; you gasp, your lungs burning to the sting of your chest while you're starting to pool in your shorts.

"Do you understand that little girl?" he emphasises and tugs harshly on your nipple, red blotches starting to fade in across your skin.

"Yes—yes," you mutter, catching a breath, but aren't really given much time when Seonghwa's hand cups your tit before the palm lands flat and harsh against it.

"What do we say, Angel?" he slurs your name, and it rolls off his tongue coated with honey.

"Yes, daddy." he nods, willingly palming your tit before slapping it again, "that's what I like to hear, hmm..."

The meagre vibrations of his voice are just resonating in your ears when his delicate touches ghost your waist. Your bare skin gets trickled with goosebumps the moment he engulfs you in his warmth. Effortlessly, as you meet his eyes, pleading him to rid you from your shorts, he hooks his fingers under the waistband and tugs them down. Not a second is wasted in kicking the shorts off your body; they lay strewn on the floor, sprawled by the legs of Seonghwa's chair.

You're about to lower yourself back into his lap when he makes you cease your actions with a simple nudge of his head. Seonghwa, unfazed by your glistening cunt, quickly pulls his sweatpants down and lets them bunch at his ankles. Trapping a mewl in your chest, you then straddle a side of him, situating yourself and your aroused cunt on one of his thighs.

"Hmm, fuck me, Angel," Seonghwa moans, throwing his head back when he feels your slick caress his skin, "you're fucking leaking down here. Such a—such a wet cunt rubbing up and down my thigh," he takes a deep breath and squints his eyes close, "you seriously want me to lose it, don't you?"

You bite down on your lower lip and nod your head, pressing your back into his thigh and letting your cunt drag over; the very first brush of your folds against his skin was ecstatic, beaming a haze of sheer raw carnality through your body. Seonghwa catches his breath and straightens his head to have his gaze fixed on you. The specs of brown are mild and pale in his eyes, mostly because they were concealed behind a thick curtain of lust. The look in his eye is quite similar to the one you had caught up on that night, the night where you were sandwiched in between Yunho and him.

"I just—I just want to cum," you cry in absolute agony, the dragging minutes turning your arousal painful and harrowing. "I can't—Hwa, I can't take this much long—longer."

"Darling, no one's stopping you," he growls, "go ahead, make a mess on my thigh," he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, a sly smile curving his lips, "or does daddy's little girl need his cock to set her straight?"

When he rasps his words, you let a part of your sanity slip away into the dark of your lust; craving most of him, you rock your hips against his thigh, your wet folds fretting with a want so inhumanly strong to break you apart in meagre seconds. Needless to say, you were long gone, led astray in the land of darkness and pure lechery. How could you take things slow when you were beyond any hope, beyond the particulars of your aroused body forcing you to fold and rile up in all the worst ways possible. Your body jolts to the upheaving urge of suffering; cinched by your mind, you tense up the moment a tight knot fickle with your gut.

Winding your arms around his shoulders, you procure a much needed leverage for your hips to rub on his thigh. The sensation kept dragging out your high, kept you in the steady motion while you were whimpering in utmost pleasure. And the man under you was completely unfazed, however bewildered and amused to watch you use him to help you come undone. This was his first time watching you so desperate for him, his first time touching your cunt; it blew up a fuse in his head, mouth drooling at the sight of you and your tits bouncing, the sinful sounds your mouth parted with, and how lusciously loud you were starting to get. Combusting with the remaining desire, you steady the rhythm of your hips and tighten your arms around his shoulders. Your cunt kept clenching around nothing, your clit in a sensory overdose from grinding for long and your needy self still ached to be filled by him. Moans grew louder, your eyes welled with tears and blurred your vision.

"Daddy..." a whimper shudders in your most devastating voice ever, "I want you—I want your cock, please. I need you—I need you so bad, daddy."

Seonghwa's unholy chuckle resounds only a little when he immerses himself in the play of his cravings and dives in to lick your already shimmering tits. His spit layers on your skin, his cock springing and straining in his briefs at the way your delicate cunt kept stroking his thigh. This could be the ultimate end of your struggle, you were so sure the tension in your stomach would ease out if you continued for even a minute more. But to your disappointment, one of Seonghwa's hands comes down to caress your mound; he offers you a little slap before using his other hand to stop you. A bashing strike of his hand against your stomach is enough to bring you out of the daze, to have your hips rolling back while your body manages to comprehend the situation.

"Hmm," Seonghwa clicks his tongue, "my little girl needs daddy's cock to fuck her good, hmm..?" continuing to muse, he mumbles against your chest, "such a needy little girl."

"Please daddy," you whisper, tilting your head down to meet his eye.

"Get on your feet," he commands and you oblige, standing up with your legs on either side of his.

Seonghwa lets a teasing curve slide on his lips before he starts pulling his briefs down; he manages to slip them off his legs, shoving them to a side while he glances at you and how your eyes were tracing every inch of his cock. Indeed, you were staring down at him, salivating with the anticipation of when you'd be stuffed by him. Biting back on a groan, you could barely keep yourself up, merely have strength to keep yourself on your feet. When your knees buckle with an absolute want and feeble enthusiasm, you land straight in his lap. Seonghwa clicks his tongue, in an attempt to distract you from the embarrassment you thought you were delving in; he pulls your further down by your waist and lets the tip of cock nudge a side of your inner thigh.

In the heat of the moment, you mewl from the pit of your stomach and lurch into his chest. Simmering kisses along his clothed chest and collarbones, you graze your lips painfully slow to meet his; a fracture in time melts all boundaries for your rationality, and the next thing you know, you're licking his lips and shoving your tongue into his mouth. You pry his mouth further open, letting it fall wide while your tongue slithers past his and plunges to the base of his throat.

Seonghwa hums, letting you do as you please; he was more concentrated on bucking his hips into yours, to let you feel his hard cock, let it dent in your lower belly. You're far too gone, though a few minutes prior to this you were on the edge cumming, and now you're riling yourself up again. Pressing your tongue against the roof of Seonghwa's mouth, you shift in his lap and situate yourself in a desperate position. Your cunt stroked up his cock, the tip almost slipping inside but you veer slightly to let it slide out and up your mound. Musty stench of sweat and sex had already dissipated in the morning air, how the sunshine basked in glory of shining across your bodies and entrapping them in warmth of refined pleasure.

Breathless, Seonghwa pulls you by your waist and angles his head back; he takes a lug of air through his mouth and lets his lips mould into a smirk.

"What was that?" he questions, his husky voice dwindling to a mere whisper, "my little girl knows how to play, doesn't she...?"

You nod, succumbing to such neediness that you have to stable yourself by holding onto his shoulders. "Yes daddy..."

Seonghwa has had a good grasp on his untamed mind for quite long. Though he knows he's going to lose it soon, and the more you heed him by the word he so often goes crazy listening to, he might not really not go too easy on you. His hands glide down the small of your back and cup your ass. While his eyes are too busy fixated on you, he leans in to catch your lower lip in between his teeth. You give into him because you were wasted, intoxicated by carnality to have any logical notions to think straight. The raggedness of his calloused hands rubs against your ass. Taking the hint, you lift yourself only a bit for him to guide you down onto his cock. And he might have struggled a little to slip inside you, because he was distracted by your desperate eyes and the way he had trapped your lower lip in his mouth.

You whine, managing to get your words out, "fuck—daddy, I need you—fucking please."

"You're doing great so far, love," he praises you, freeing your lip from his clasp and continues, "come on, you can get it in by yourself, can't you?"

On the verge of crying out, you quickly nod your head and bring one of your hands down from his shoulder to wrap it around his cock. You give him a few strokes along the shaft and then proceed to pump his tip; bracing yourself, you use the same hand to align him against you, your attention solely fixed on Seonghwa's as he watches you with so much admiration. The moment the tip of his cock prods with your folds, his brows scrunch to the centre and his eyes flutter close. He voices a guttural moan, clasping down hard on his lower lip while you swallow the length of his cock. It slips right in because of your abundant arousal leaking out; he grows harder inside of you, twitching slightly you completely sink down and wrap your velvet walls around him.

"Ah, fuck. Angel..." he mutters under his breath, peeling his eyes open to find you were equally stuck in the trance of pleasure with him, "is daddy's cock perfect for you?"

You nod, "yes, daddy's cock—daddy's cock fits so well in my cunt."

And there goes your ability to structure cogent responses and voice them at the same time. You were bound to get drunk on all the dopamine and serotonin dispersed in your bloodstream; Seonghwa's body was just another excuse for your brain's haphazard behaviour. His cock nestles deep in your cunt, slightly straining again as you try to adjust to the stretch and his length. Seonghwa may not be as girthy or thick as Yunho, or Jongho for that matter, regardless, he had a good length to reach places which were probably not easily accessible to anyone. It wasn't a good time to recall, but the night you deep throated this man, you were practically left sore in your throat and Yunho's suggestion of drinking hot tea was a failed attempt.

"Such a good girl," Seonghwa mumbles, slotting one of his hands in the small of your back and tracing up the other one to your neck, "such a good fucking whore to take my—take my cock in. Feels good, hmm? Daddy's cock feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," you whimper, wincing softly before leaning over to envelope his shoulders with your arms. "Daddy's cock—daddy's cock feels really good. So fucking good."

Your voice starts breaking towards the end; throat drying to the possible thought of rolling his hips against his, for his cock to plunge even deeper than this. The moment you try to move your hips even an inch, Seonghwa slaps a hand across your tits to get you out of the daze. Bothered and immensely frustrated, you let out a saccade series of jumbled up whines and gasp.

"Fuck—what was—what was that for?" you stutter, watching the man with tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Don't move." He smirks, "not yet."

"Why not?"

Seonghwa's smirk grows deep into his cheek, "because I'm hungry. And I need to eat."

"Fucking really?" you heave out a low-pitched laugh, sliding your arms down to the hem of his shirt, "daddy really is un-fucking-predictable."

"And daddy's little girl shouldn't have such a foul mouth on her," he teases, bringing his hand again to strike it against your chest; to you surprise he doesn't, rather he slaps your already puffed cunt, "hope she's aware daddy knows a way to cleanse it. Does she want—ah fuck, love, you're clenching around me."

He leans over to grunt in your ear, "be a good little girl while I have my breakfast, darling. And I'll give you what you deserve, hmm?"

"Okay," you murmur, but bite your tongue, adding, "daddy..."

Seonghwa scoffs playfully and props your body against his chest; he makes sure you're resting on him while he reaches out to the cutlery holder on the table to grab himself a spoon. The plates were ready in front of him beforehand, from back then. He helps him to a small serve of the rice you two had cooked together. As the rice spills over the plate, his spoon clatters delicately; he collects a spoonful and brings it close to your mouth. In all honesty, you were indeed hungry, but didn't want to admit it to him. Not when you were frisky and needy in the beginning.

"Here," he rests the spoon by your lower lip, "open wide."

Rolling your eyes at his trivial attempt at mockery, you open your mouth and let him put the spoonful of rice in. The spicy and tangy undertones hit your taste buds, quickly followed by the crunch of veggies. You were baffled, struck by a dilemma; there was a party of flavours in your mouth and in the merry land of downtown, your cunt was stuffed with his cock. Which plight was more engaging and pleasurable? Obviously, eating.

You hum in a strangled manner, gazing at Seonghwa who himself had a spoonful of rice in his mouth. A blotch of sauce stains under his lip, just below on his chin and your mind goes off with an idea. Leaning in, your breath fans along his nose and lips, eventually turning intense on his chin. Your tongue darts out in the latter second and laps up the stain. You've licked it clean, and while you were immersed in doting on Seonghwa's lowly groans, you could feel him twitch in your cunt. It turned him on. Victory for you.

"Really?"

"What?" you act coy, rolling your hips into his to let the tip of his cock thrust into you slightly. "You've got weird kinks, I did what I thought you'd like..." you drag it to a mumble, "daddy."

He shakes his head, a smile splaying on his lips; he gets another spoonful of rice and feeds it to you. Again, you relish on the savoury taste and moan softly. Again, Seonghwa's cock pulsates in your cunt.

"I do." He answers to your priorly posed question, "in fact, feeding you is weirdly turning me on."

"Touché," you roll your eyes.

"Do you want to cum or not?" he mocks, sliding his other hand up your bare stomach to grope one of your tits.

"You're a fucking tease."

Uh-oh.

You shouldn't have said that.

'Cause the moment those words left your lips, Seonghwa's eyes lost their light, and his lips pursed together in a straight line. He lets the spoon drop against the plate, clattering louder at the impact and the echoes kept resonating around. You swallow thickly, your mind fogged with deliberate thoughts of him and anticipation. It takes a fraction of a second for Seonghwa to thrust his hips into yours, ramming his cock further up your cunt. You press on a moan, fumbling with your arms to allot them a place to rest; finding his shoulders perfect for your body to support itself you tangle them around him and hope for the best.

"Fine," he mutters, growling through his words halfway, "I'll get straight to the point then. Get on your feet."

His voice is as dark as his eyes, stern clear and firm; you swallow down on a lump in your throat again, and get on your feet. When you do, though, his cock slips out of your cunt and you wince at the emptiness; your much elated indulgence comes to a sudden halt but it doesn't leave you quite yet. As you're steadying your quavery feet on the floor, Seonghwa stands up from his chair and steps out of his sweatpants pooling around his ankles. Your eyes meet with his, losing yourself to the push and pull of your horniness; he takes a step towards you, while your back is pressed up against the table. The edge of the table dents into your flesh, but it's nothing compared to the steely despair in your stomach which bubbles through your body. He lurches over and rests his arms on either side of you, putting his hands on the table to trap you in between his body.

"Ass out, little girl," he rasps, "daddy is going to remind you how to behave around him."

With little to no resistance in your mind, you flip your body over and stick your ass out; he, on the other hand, does not hesitate in grabbing your waist or pulling your ass back into his crotch. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up to clutch it in between his teeth; the shirt rides up and exposes his toned abdomen, and chest. You glance over your shoulder to bask in the sight, the delicious sight of him biting down on the hem of his shirt and sporting a smirk on his lips. There's no denying, he was a piece of art and even more so, he appeared so fucking hot while pushing himself into you. His cock nudges against your asscheek as he rolls his hips into your rear; he continues to do so until his cock slips perfectly in between, under your cunt. The tip prods with your slit, tracing back and forth till he makes an attempt to sink into your warmth.

Seonghwa's grunt is partially coarse when he plunges the tip of his cock into you. The way he slips in so effortlessly into your cunt, reminds you how wet and aroused you were. Though, you wouldn't have minded if he had rubbed his cock along your slit for few more minutes; it was driving you insane how he drags his ministrations and tipping you off the edge. Your patience were disintegrating and it was hard to keep up with your body.

"Fuck, Angel," he slurs his words, "you're swallowing me in, fuck—so fucking eager."

He winds an arm around your waist, resting it right over your stomach to steady you before pushing himself further into your hips. Inch by inch, the entirety of his cock is buried in your cunt, the fullness causes you to tremble and shudder, forcing you to take a deep breath which apparently only stings your lungs. Seonghwa uses his other hand to slot it in the curve of your back, pushing you over the table and bending you into him. It was all about the convenience, finding the perfect angle for his cock to thrust and ram into all the good places inside you.

"Seonghwa..." you whimper, resting your hands in front of you, holding onto the table as you're pushed into it with his force. "Fuck—daddy, you're—a little faster, please."

Stringing out a few words to create something coherent, at least you thought you were. Seonghwa's thrusts pick up their pace, only by a tempo while he still teases you: he pushes in till the base of his cock, and pulls out fully to leave you whining on the empty feeling. He does that quite a lot, frequently slipping out of you and sliding back in with much fervent enthusiasm than before. The teasing was only so much you could handle at the given moment of time, because you were already in the hopeless state of mind, wanting to be railed by him without any restrictions or distractions.

It had certainly left your mind that you stayed here with seven others men; one of which who resents you but the other six are patient, awaiting on their chance with you. If any one of them were to walk in on the two of you, it'd be a mess. Not that you did not anticipate it. You would be propelled into a new world of kinks and chaos if someone were to watch you get dicked down by Seonghwa. Just picturing it makes you clench around Seonghwa's cock, groaning at the slow-paced thrusts and pokes he eventually made at your clit with the tip of it. You were beyond helpless and had a vague outline of future possibilities streaming in your mind. That is, if someone were to really walk in on the two of you, you really hoped it to be Yunho.

Fuck. That doesn't seem like a good idea, considering Yunho had conveyed a part of his jealousy when you were sucking Seonghwa's face off that one night. If he were to see you get railed by his friend, it'd make him vicious enough to pull Seonghwa off of you and complete the task himself.

Probably, you'd want San to walk in on you two; there's no logic to this, but to your better judgement, it seems right for him to. You and San hadn't had much of an interaction, though you're a hundred percent assured he'd revel in the sight of your ass sticking out and into Seonghwa's crotch. San was definitely an ass guy.

"What are you thinking about?" Seonghwa asks, losing his grasp on his shirt; it falls down over your back, tickling your skin softly.

"Nothing—nothing really."

"Liar. Tell me," he chuckles, dark and loud. "I know you're—fuck—thinking about something."

Seonghwa's grunt settles heavy against your shoulder when he pushes his cock back into and proceeds to fuck you with the tip; he leans in to rest his chin on your shoulder, his ragged breathing harsh against your skin, tickling a side of your face and your ear. The material of shirt chafes your skin to the slightest degree, but should you really be worried about that? Your mind had been numb to his cock prodding and thrusting harshly into you, the rhythm of his hips not once faltering; he's certainly going at it, but somehow drawling out your orgasm and his too. He brings both of his hands on either side of your waist, clutching and denting your flesh with his fingers.

"I know what you're thinking about," he groans, "fuck—what if someone were to—what if someone walks in on us, hmm?"

You moan, "daddy..."

"Little girl wants someone to watch her while she gets—fuck—while she gets railed by her daddy, hmm?"

"Yeah, thinking bout someone—someone watching me."

"Ah, daddy's little girl is really filthy," he plunges deep into you, the tip of his cock settling in your warmth, "wants someone to watch her—wants others to see how good—fuck—how fucking good her daddy fucks her."

"Please," you mewl, nails scratching against the wood of the table, varnish slipping under them. "Please daddy—wanna—wanna be a good girl for you."

"Hmm," he hums close to your ear, licking up a stripe to bite down on the shell of it, "you are. Such a good girl—such a good fucking girl—fuck, taking daddy's cock so fucking well."

His hips rattle your body, the pace building up to a heavy speed, and continuing to follow so; pushing at your back, he bends you further onto the table, almost pushing your chest flat against it. In your haphazard world, you are cautious not to fall on the half eaten plate of food and the little sauce pan of rice which remained covered. You turn your head to the side, cheek pressed up against the wooden top and catch in the glimpse of Seonghwa's sweaty face. A few drops cascade down his forehead, while a few strands of his stuck too close to his skin. He has a very fucked look in his eyes, losing himself to the insatiable temptation of hitting you from the back.

You stretch your hands in front of you, pressing the palms flat and supporting your body to the wild impacts of his hips. As the benign force of his thrusts causes you to oscillate back and forth against the table, you're somehow lost in the trance while staring at him. Seonghwa throws his head back, his throat arching so perfectly, so expressive of him; his adam's quivers under his skin, and he screws his eyes shut. You're on the verge of letting your tears slide down your face, stricken with immense pleasure and delight in the way his cock was ploughing through your puffy walls.

"Good girl for..." you muffle your words on your spit, the drool starting to accumulate and trickle past your mouth. "Good girl for daddy."

"Yes, sweetheart . Such a sweet girl." Seonghwa replies incoherently and continues, "such a sweet little cunt, swallowing my cock in—so fucking well."

He had lost it too; he rambled useless words in the daze of your walls cleaning around him. It was the sweet disposition which got him to thrust himself even deeper. Too deep. Too many long and hard thrusts. His crotch and lower abdomen stays flushed with your ass, his thighs boring into your hips with every thrust of his. The tip of his cock plunges in the steeper end of you, pushing through your walls and jolting your body close to your orgasm. One of Seonghwa's hands comes to rest on the nape of your neck, wrapping delicately before pushing your head further into the table. His other hand lays flat against the small of your back, somehow forcing you to arch your ass into his cock. It worked.

"Daddy..." you moan, eyes half-lidded and lips slick with your drool; not just your lips, your chin had a sheeny coat of your spit.

"A little more, darling," Seonghwa groans.

When you whimpered his name, it was the point of no return for him; he diverts his mind towards your cunt, and how your warmth had engulfed his cock in sheer pleasure. Your walls tauten around him, and devour his cock further into your heat. You weren't fond of the table, your body felt sore and aching against it; and his thrusts weren't easing out any of the pain, not when he had picked them up. The inhumane lunges of his hips, shoved his cock deep. Stroking his thumb on the back of your neck, he leans over to rest his forehead on your shoulder blade. His hot breath fans your skin, edging you close to your orgasm.

A unlikely and familiar heaviness knots in your gut, twisting them ferociously as your stomach growls with a need. Seonghwa's cock keeps hitting you in all the right places, in all the right ways; you were minutes away from crumpling down and easing out your orgasm. Sensing your walls clench around his pulsating cock, Seonghwa peppers your shoulder with gentle and light kisses. The fluttering sensation crawls down to your stomach and causes it to twist; you're so close, almost on the verge of letting it go. The hand resting against your back, traces up the length of your arm and pulls it down; he bends it over and slots it in the curve of your back. Doing the same with your other arm, he has both of them together against your back, while he traps your wrists in his death grip. You're far too fucked out of your mind to resist against anything.

"Go on, sweetheart," he whispers, "you deserve it—fuck—go on, make a fucking mess on daddy's cock."

"Holy fuck—I'm—I'm fucking—I'm..." your voice gets lost in the sound of your skin slapping with his.

That was it. The last bits of his words make you go crazy, snapping every string of self-restraint and control, cutting off every thought to your brain and body. He drills his cock into you, keeping it concise and easy, and you're unravelling all over him. The knot in your gut nicks at your stomach, tightening it up further in your chest, and when the lightness washes you down, you relax your muscles and hear your juices splash. The cold drops trickle down your inner thighs, coating every inch of his cock as he continues to thrust through it.

"Such a good girl," Seonghwa growls, stuttering in his words, "daddy's gonna fill you up, sweetheart—daddy's gonna fill this sweet little cunt up."

Your lungs burn, your throat feels a little sore and your body feels lethargic; you're almost certain you'd pass out if he were to continue like this. Seonghwa heaves out a groan, which comes out hard from his chest as he fixes his drunken gaze on your face. His continues to caress his thumb against the back of your neck, which you had forgotten about a few minutes ago, and rolls his thighs into yours; his hips stay flushed against yours for a meagre second until he's pulling back. Keeping up with this, he thrusts in deep for the last time before his cock twitches with the urge; drenching your walls in his warmth, he spurts his load into you and rides it out with a few more thrusts.

The warmth of his cum dribbles on your skin, trailing further down to your knees when he pulls out. Emptiness scorns your body, pulling it out of the trance and your mind clears up with the post-orgasm clarity. His heat dissipates to cold air when he pulls himself away from you; stepping back, he heaves out a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his sticky and sweaty hair. You take a moment, a short second to compose your breathing before pushing yourself from the table. Your body feels lightweight and relaxed, but at the same time, you're drained. Even standing on your feet seemed like a task you'd fail at miserably. You plop down on the chair instead, hugging its backrest close to your chest and resting your head down against its edge.

"Now, that was something," a deep voice rumbles; the man clicks his tongue and pulls your attention on him. You raise your head up, almost too quickly and it gives you a good whiplash.

"How long have you been standing there for?" Seonghwa questions, pulling his briefs and sweatpants over his waist. He sounds a little breathless as well. Obviously.

"Fuck," you whisper under your breath, your naked form in all its glory in front of the man you hadn't spoken to a lot before.

He stood aimlessly by the kitchen's entrance, giving him the flawless view of you and Seonghwa doing it on the dining table. You were trembling with so much excitement after knowing there indeed was someone watching you while you got dicked down. But you did not expect it to be him. Not at all. The man has a flustered face, cheeks, the tip of his nose and ears, tainted with the subtle shade of red. He wore a black tank top and grey jogger shorts, his long ebony shaded hair sat disheveled yet neatly framed his face; half of it was tied back in a small and messy ponytail, while most of his hair stayed loose and tickled the sides of his face.

"Since she brought up someone walking in on your two," he simply shrugs and steers his gaze away from Seonghwa and onto you, "don't worry, Angel. You were fucking hot, writhing under his body. Look—" he glances down, and you do too, finding a tent in his shorts, "—my cock was so excited to see you like that."

"Well, we're actually done," Seonghwa wraps an arm around your shoulders and leans down to kiss your temple, "she's all yours if you want her."

The man standing by the kitchen, with a chilled water bottle in his hand, muses and contemplates for a good minute before his sleazy smile turns into a mischievous smirk. He unscrews the cap of his water bottle and chugs a good amount of water before sighing out in satisfaction and putting the cap back on. You could roughly translate what his eyes spoke to you at that moment, there's no way you wouldn't understand the hunger and wildness in them. And if you were honest, he was the last person you wanted to spend your time with.

"Sounds good," he mumbles, "we actually have a bone to pick, don't we Angel?"

Seonghwa gawks, "oh really?"

"Yeah," the latter continues, "we better get it done, right Angel." his voice drops down a baritone and his eyes lose their jubilant temperament, "you've already pissed me off too much, Angel. I better not find you stalling today as well."

Dread crawls your stomach and your mind goes blank, if it isn't the consequences of your actions. You're biting on your tongue, wondering how you'd get out of this. If you recall anything from the past, you might remember you were handed a contract and asked to read through it. You stalled, procrastinated and did everything else but pay any attention to that contract over the past week. Of course, now the devil haunts you, just as he had been haunting you in the past week. To your defence, the contact withheld a lot of information and most of the times, you'd fall asleep reading it. So, you put that task off till you were in a good mood and free from your university assignments. That day never came actually.

Yeosang's smirk grows in his cheek, his eyes devouring your naked stature as whole before he heaves out a breath and tugs at the straps of his tank top. You had no idea what he was thinking about. There was no way to know since you weren't a mind reader. But if you could vaguely rely on your imagination, you could tell he was thinking of ways to punish you. And that somehow, turned you on like a bitch. You were yet to venture into his kink, know his preferences and the anonymity itself made you wet, wetter than before when you were with Seonghwa.

"She's all yours, Sangie." Seonghwa kisses your cheek this time, "just give her some time to clean herself. I came in too hard."

"Of course, but yeah," you chime in, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips, "why don't I take a shower and meet you in your room once I'm done?"

He listens to your suggestion intently, ponders over it and breaks his silence to give out his testimony. "It's just cum, I'm fine with it."

As the serenity falls over the three of you, Yeosang clears his throat, "come on now."

You tense up, your shoulders going stiff and your body convulsing; you were caught up in your mind, reeling back to your moment with Seonghwa. Regardless, you were attentive enough to listen Seonghwa's clueless chatter further on.

"What is this about, Sangie?"

Yeosang shrugs, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms over his chest; the way his muscles bulge and flex, cause you to lose a part of your sanity. "Do you want to join us for a round two?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, while you're comprehending what Yeosang had just uttered and why was it so filthily hot coming from his mouth. "I wish," the older sighs, "gotta clean up the mess here and then wake the others up. I've got a few tasks lined up for the day, too. I'm taking a rain check, regardless of how fun it sounds."

His warmth clashes against your forehead when he turns and leans down to kiss it, "Angel helped me with my lethargy in the morning. I'm as refreshed as a daisy blooming on a Sunday morning."

Yeosang hums and Seonghwa adds in a mere whisper directed to you, "I have something planned for you tonight, though. Meet me in my room after dinner, hmm?"

You nod, eyes shuffling across the span of the space to meet Yeosang's; he has something lurking in his, something cruel, a few dwelling strokes of sinister intentions and a bit of malice to have your heart palpitating for no reason whatsoever. Shifting your legs on the chair you sat on, you sense something trickle down from between your thighs; the jolt of realisation strikes you hard and you quickly get on your feet before you stain the chair.

Seonghwa casts you a bemused glance, and upon understanding your actions, he lets out a soft chuckle. "It's fine, Angel. You don't have to worry about it."

You pout, "I wouldn't want to add in to your troubles, you've got a lot of them already."

"I can manage, Angel."

Seonghwa shakes his head and picks up your shorts; he hands them to you and you're quick to slip into them, preventing any flow out that might cause with your curt movements. Running his eyes on your bare chest, and the emerging purple blotches around your neck and tits, he grabs your shirt as well, and tugs it over your head. Exalted by his mannerisms, your heart does a little leap and drops down to your stomach.

"Well, thanks..."

"Are you two done?" Yeosang questions, voicing out his ire and annoyance.

"Yes," Seonghwa laughs, "go easy on her, Sangie. She's new to your kink."

"I'll think about it." The latter smirks and straightens himself off the wall, "any day now, Angel. I hate it when people keep me waiting."

"And it irks me even more when they aren't obedient."

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luvmoonx · 6 months

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⊹ 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 : 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 ⊹

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starrysvn · 6 months

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angel | park seonghwa

pairing: fem!reader x non idol!park seonghwa

genre: soulmate au

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of food, fluff

playlist: inception - ateez, francesca - hozier, unknown/nth - hozier

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happiest birthday to my lovely star bai @hwaightme , i love you more than words can say <3 i hope today has been filled with nothing but happiness and laughter and love. thank you for being a precious friend and my partner in delulu. ilysm, sending the biggest warmest hugs <33333 please enjoy this delulu frankenstein

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“Are you quite sure we should be doing this?”

The night was drawing to an end, and so was your wit. You could no longer stand to be in the suffocating ballroom, the amount of people spinning around was making you dizzy to the point of nausea. That was when he offered you a way out, seeing you struggle to maintain composure while sitting all alone.

“Absolutely not,” you heard the smirk in his voice while he led you out to the garden, sure you were following after him.

“How irresponsible of you to draw a young lady away to a dark secluded corner of a garden,” he laughed. “Should I be fearing for my life?”

When he stopped walking you almost ran into him, looking around to see you standing in the heart of the English Garden of the palace. During the night it was almost dreadful, as opposed to its beauty in the daytime, if it weren’t for the few scattered lights.

“Not at all,” he turned, but you couldn’t see his face. The thought confused you only for a second, for you knew this man. You trusted him with your life. He reached for your hand, holding it in his warmer one. “Not long, now.”

“Not long,” you whispered back, your surroundings slowly fading as he pressed his lips to yours.

Sometimes it was more than just a dream, you could feel it in your bones. It lingered during the day, the unshakable conviction that it was all true. That it had been true. It could not have been just your mind making up the ballroom dancing, whispered poems and a soft piano echoing during a sunny afternoon. So you wrote it all down in letters you kept under your bed. Most times the dreams had already escaped your memory, so all there was were jumbled thoughts scribbled quickly before even those could fade away. Other times, you woke up in the middle of the night, so convinced you were still there, still surrounded by warmth and love you never dared imagine could exist. Your hand blindly reached for the notebook you kept on your nightstand, chasing after the vivid imagery in your head.

The words you kept closer to your heart were the ones he whispered one night, you could hear vivid chatter from somewhere far away and the evening breeze making goosebumps erupt on your skin. But he was there, standing tall and faceless beside you, his hand guiding yours to his lips.

“Farewell, my angel,” he had whispered against your knuckles before you woke up.

In shades of dark and moonlight, you waited for the distinct feeling of the lingering feather-like kiss to vanish, both hoping it would and wishing it wouldn’t. Alone in your bed you hesitated to turn and reach for the notebook like you usually would; you had the feeling you could never forget the way his voice spoke the words that made every hair stand on ends.

And you never did, for each night you would be in his company in dreamland and, each night, he would call you his angel. He showed you a world of colors, of hushed whispers in the dark, a warm murmur by your ear as he enveloped you in his arms. It was all you ever wished to hear in the daylight rather than just inside your head.

It was another day waking up itching to know more, wanting to know if you were going insane or if this was the twisted way in which fate had decided to assign you your soulmate. All you had ever had were dreams that made no sense, yet gave you hope. Even when you did not know where to start, if to even dare at all.

There was little you could do, really, except live in a dream. Because even as you made your way down a busy street, en route to work, chopped away whatever you needed for lunch or dinner, every other thought was stuck on him. This illusion of a perfect man who faded as moonlight gave way to another day. Sometimes it felt so real that it was hard to discern from reality itself. The phantom brush of a hand, the faint memory of a scribbled note, of his contagious laughter. It was as if you could hear them, as if they refused to go and stay where they belonged.

But you couldn’t live in a dream, could you? You could hold out for however long it took, but you could not give up life in the meantime.

“I swear, just trust me!” Your colleague would not give up. The constant nagging had become almost unbearable, so much so that it made you want to give in. “One date and if it sucks, I’ll leave you alone forever, I pinky promise.”

The copier rapidly dished out the papers you needed to bring back to your desk, giving you the perfect excuse not to look up at San. You sighed, he had been on a mission to get you to go out with this guy for a while now. He swore up and down that you two were destined, but you usually were able to dissuade your colleague pretty fast. Not today, it seemed.

“Listen,” busying yourself counting the copies, you won another few short seconds before the time came to face San’s begging eyes. “Just one coffee?”

“Please, please, believe me you guys would be perfect togeth- hold up,” smile opening up on his lips, eyes shiny and wide, San almost did a double take. “Are you saying yes?”

Sighing again, you fiddled with the top corner of your papers - that you were now hugging to your chest - before nodding.

“One date,” you agreed, holding up your pointer finger right in front of his face. “And you have to stay near in case he’s weird and I need to escape.”

Proud of the conditions you laid down, you watched as San furiously nodded along, albeit a little offended that you’d think I’d set you up with some random weirdo. Thus, he ran back to his desk, murmuring about texting his friend. You let out one last sigh before returning to your station, too.

You hoped you’d made the right choice.

The first hints of autumn were making themselves known, a cooler breeze than usual surprising you as it caressed your face upon walking out the glass doors, the sun already on its way to set. You hid your face a little further into the scarf around your neck, walking out of your workplace beside San.

It had been a week since you gave into his pleading and he’d been very secretive about the infamous date. You were starting to worry. Maybe his friend had said no? Or was he planning something elaborate? Was he not saying anything because, really, this friend of his truly was just some weirdo?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by San himself, catching him wave and say something along the lines of there he is. He quickly found your elbow, gently hitting it with his, snapping you back to reality. You barely caught any detail of the man walking towards the two of you.

“Alright, that is the friend I was telling you about,” your head snapped into San’s direction, eyes wide as saucers. “Looks like you’re going on a date.”

Your friend was smiling his Cheshire grin, making you want to wipe it clean off his face.

“Choi San, this is an ambush!” You yelped, alarmed by his quiet giggling and eyebrow wiggling. “High treason even, could you not warn me at least-”

“Hi.”

Stood there, wrapped in a warm looking coat, was quite possibly the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. His smile was timid but friendly and his eyes were just as bright and warm, reflecting the lights from the lamppost. A few strands of wavy, chocolate hair fell delicately just above them.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys now, have fun!”

Oh, you were going to kill San.

“Hi,” you greeted, eyes leaving the retreating figure of your friend to focus back on the man in front of you.

“I’m Seonghwa, San’s friend,” he smiled again, melting your heart a little just by the sound of his voice. “It’s nice to meet you and I apologize for the suddenness of this all… it appears he didn’t need help with document boxes after all.”

“He sure didn’t,” you tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice, for it was San’s brilliant planning that landed you here, not his friend’s. So, you introduced yourself as well, suggesting to go to your favorite cafè just around the corner and trying to take the surprise blind date in stride.

“It’s the only place I could think of,” you said, almost apologetic as you sat down. Truth was, the little hole in the wall cafè was special to you. It housed memories of tranquil mornings where you got there early enough to sit down for a coffee before work, joyous lunches with friends to celebrate achievements, quiet afternoons spent in the company of your favorite books. Your feet had taken you here on auto-pilot.

“It’s lovely,” his smile could melt snow, you figured right then and there, after he’d looked around with curious eyes to the unique decor and shelves of literature, poems and papers.

Seonghwa was just as San had described him, after all. He made sure to open the door for you as you entered the cafè, he asked your order so he could go up to the register while you found a table you liked and even offered to pay. He was charming and a great listener, and he had managed to make you laugh until tears pooled in your eyes. It was so warm to be around him, easy to talk to as if you’d known him your whole life, almost as perfect as two puzzle pieces fitting together.

When it was time to leave you almost didn’t want to. You wanted to stay there with him and keep talking, keep sharing your interests and favorites, exist inside the cozy bubble that had formed around you two. So, with the promise of another date and Seonghwa insisting to at least walk you to the nearest bus stop, you went home.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said, taking you by surprise when he dipped down to land a kiss on your cheek before you could get on the bus. It stayed with you, making you feel like a teenager all over again.

You went through the motions of preparing dinner and getting ready for bed as if floating on a cloud, barely believing you had it in you to feel so light. And if, while laying down on your bed with the lights off, you had felt so full of hope for something good, happiness and giddiness enough to make you giggle to yourself, then you woke up the following morning as empty as ever. A foreign hollow in your chest, that you had trouble identifying, was steadily painting everything gray, from the breakfast you made to the commute home. It was only then, sitting on the bus staring out to the traffic, that you realized you hadn’t dreamt of him that night. For the first night ever, you weren’t chasing after his fading figure.

Each night you went to bed hoping to hear his voice and see on which adventure sleep would take you. Then, each morning you woke up well rested and clear-headed: no more piecing together the fragments of dreams you couldn’t remember, no more trying hard to see the face of the man that made you feel loved. Months of empty nights went by until, with time, you even forgot to remember him unless you stumbled upon your notebook.

“You seem quiet today,” Seonghwa piped up, still browsing through the vinyls in front of him.

“I was just thinking,” you shrugged, making your way over to him and taking his hand in yours. His smile, soft and contagious, made your heart flutter. Still focused on his search, now led with one hand only, he intertwined your fingers. It was at times like these, when he would kiss the back of your hand, that you wondered.

“About what?”

Finally, he looked at you, eyes bright and welcoming and saying what his words hid: you can tell me anything. You just shook your head, smiling back at him, shrugging as if the wandering thought didn’t lie heavy on your head whenever it knocked on the doors of your consciousness.

“Alright, then, I have a surprise for you,” he pulled you away from the vinyl stand, almost as giddy as you felt, and into the busier paths of the market. Under string lights that festively shone, between the other passersby, it was easy to feel like you were the only two people in the world. That’s how Seonghwa made you feel; in his presence, living life was easier. If he was holding your hand, you were sure you could face any hurdles that may come. It was a feeling so real that you could almost taste it in his sweet kisses, his loving embrace, and no longer only dream of.

As he dragged you - arm lazily thrown on your shoulders or hand on the small of your back if too many people forced you two to walk in line - remnant, persisting memories almost made you dizzy with deja vu. His hand squeezing yours to make sure you were still following, to tell you he was still there, his voice pointing out whatever caught his attention as you passed by, the wintry breeze and the cacophony of voices, laughs, faraway music surrounding you.

“Here we are,” you almost bumped into his back when he stopped and stood facing the cafè that held the memory of your first date.

“It’s closed,” you pointed out, hearing his chuckle shortly after.

“Good thing I’ve got the keys,” he jingled them in the space between the two of you, a proud smile on his lips. You cocked your head to the side, brows furrowed.

“You’ll see.”

Seonghwa made quick work of opening up and leading you in, turning on the softer lights, leaving the sign on “closed”. As if on autopilot, you wandered around the room to the one table that had caught your eye. On it, laid few of your favorite pastries and pictures of you together, a colorful bouquet in the middle.

“Seonghwa… what’s all this?”

“Happy birthday,” his arms embraced you, bringing you to rest your back against his chest, holding you close. Speechless, you turned around in his hold, ready to speak but the words wouldn’t come. “I know you said you were working and were probably going to go home and do something on the weekend, but I didn’t want to just text you happy birthday and go about my day. Today is your day and you’re very special to me and I wanted to do something to wish you-”

You kissed him - interrupting his rambling and pulling him closer - gently like his arms were around your waist, warm like your cheeks and slow as if you had all the time in the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, hands still playing with soft strands of his hair. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to,” he pecked your lips once again before sliding away from you and pulling out the chair for you to sit. As he did, another confused memory swirled in your head. You pushed it away. Sitting in front of you, Seonghwa asked about your day and let you ramble on and on, so you asked about his, too. He left his hand out on the table for you to hold, so you did, not missing the way he quickly hid a smile after you intertwined your fingers. Whenever he was close to you, Seonghwa wondered if you could tell how furiously his heart was beating in his chest; be it by brushing your finger against his pulse or resting your head against it.

When he deemed dinner over, he pulled out of its box a little cake and stuck a candle right in the middle of it for you to blow out - only after he’d sang happy birthday to you. Seonghwa found the way you covered your blushing cheeks with your hands the most adorable thing you could ever do. He seemed antsy, itching even, to give you your present, though. So you pushed the platter with your slice of cake aside.

“You could’ve finished,” he pouted, making you laugh over the rustling of a paper bag.

“You looked like you were about to explode, Hwa,” you accepted his present, wrapped pristine and precise, insisting that he didn’t have to. He kept on saying he wanted to (and also, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?).

A smile so bright it rivaled the sun opened up on your lips, seeing the art cover of your favorite artist’s album peeking from the torn wrapping paper.

“Is this why you were hogging the stand earlier?” You beamed at him, who sat with wide eyes hanging by your every word. You could tell his leg was bouncing.

“I couldn’t have you buy it when I got it for you,” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his you’d noticed, with a sheepish smile. You stood and, on the way to the record player of the shop, you kissed his cheek, murmuring a soft thank you. It was a look you wished to forever have engraved in your mind, the one he gave you when you offered him your hand to take, asking if you could have this dance.

Seonghwa stood as if in a trance, nodding his head, only for you to guide him where less tables were. He pulled you close once again, slowly swaying to the beat of his fluttering heart or the music, he wasn’t sure. Time and time again he’d asked himself, in his time with you, how could he have been so lucky to meet you. To somehow hold your attention for long enough to make you see him, care for him. For you to want him to be this close to you. He hoped you’d allow him to be forever.

He twirled you around and waited for you to land back in his arms, feeling as dizzy as he often was when you found yourself there.

“Thank you,” you whispered, cheek resting against his chest.

“Please, don’t thank me, my angel,” he whispered back, freezing time.

The first time he’d called you angel, your heart had leapt from you. And yet, it wasn’t then and there, but back in your dreams. You didn’t know whether you were breathing still, all you knew was that when you looked up, Seonghwa was already searching for your eyes.

“Say that again,” your voice was barely above a whisper, just as fragile as a piece of glass.

“My angel,” his was too, broken by emotion and you had a feeling you knew just why. Seonghwa’s hands came to cup your cheeks, eyes drinking you in as if it were the first time. Perhaps it was, because you were looking at him like you finally found who you had been looking for. Like you could finally see the face that had populated your dreams.

“It’s you,” it sounded crazy, absolutely mad to say something like that, but when he nodded back with unshed tears in his eyes, you knew. Seonghwa’s arms were quick to hug you to him once more, holding close like he never had before. Both your figures were shaken by sobs, but your hearts were being mended. Behind your eyelids, scenes of you through time played; all your dreams finally making sense as memories of past lives spent together, consumed by a love so fierce that it found you in every life.

“I can’t believe I found you again,” Seonghwa whispered as your sobs died down. He was still holding you, in the middle of the cafè while the music played, as if he were afraid you’d vanish.

“I can,” you sniffled. “I dreamed of you for so long, I should’ve known…”

“I thought I was going out of my mind,” his watery laugh pulled a chuckle out of you. “I longed for the day I’d see you again.”The record had gone quieter, maybe because there was only so little you could focus on when you finally were in the arms of your soulmate. There was no need for words, not now. Not when you could feel the love pouring out of your fingertips. Not when Seonghwa was placing kisses on the tears running down your cheeks, your temples, your forehead, your lips. Not when his whispered my angel made up for the time you’d spent apart. All this running around in circles every night, chasing after figments of what you thought could only be your imagination had finally brought him to you. You both laughed at destiny for making you dream for so long, secure in the newfound conviction that you’d be together no matter where it brought you.

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his-angell · 27 days

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"It's okay not to be okay." (p.sh)

plot; (y/n) was going through it. Work was stressing her to no end. She couldn't function properly anymore. Thankfully, Seonghwa was there to help get her head back in the right spot.

paring; Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

genre; comfort, angst?

word count; 1.9k

warnings; cursing, reader drops a glass, crying, yelling (not arguing), pet names, reader pulls at her hair, established relationships, 3rd person,

request?; no

(y/n) dropped everything at the door when she got into the apartment. Work was nothing but shit. The same thing it was every day. Sitting at a desk, checking people in and out, in and out. It got tiring. She kicked everything to the side of the walkway so Seonghwa could get in without tripping.

She went to their shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She buried her head into her pillow and screamed into it. A scream turned into choked sobs. She kicked her feet and threw a tantrum on the bed, messing up the sheets. She groaned as the clothes she wore only seemed to irritate her more. She quickly undressed, throwing on one of her boyfriends plain white shirts and a pair of shorts. She couldn't stop crying after she started..

She went to the bathroom, coughing from how hard she was crying. She paused to stare at herself in the mirror. Her lip trembled. Mascara stained her cheeks, her lipstick had smudged. She whined before throwing her hair up and washing her face, rather aggressively might I add... She dried her face and sniffled. She flicked the light off and went to the kitchen. She was still crying, but she wasn't as loud anymore. That was until..

She reached up to grab a glass, her vision blurry from tears. She didn't have a proper grip on it. She jumped as she dropped it on the ground. She stared at the shattered glass, throwing her head back. She sat on the floor, a bit away from the pile and hugged her knees. "Shit!" She cried, yanking at her hair.

She was so in her own bubble she hadn't heard Seonghwa come in. The man entered and was immediately putting his stuff down and slipping on his slides to rush to his lovers aid. "Baby! Baby, hey! What happened?" He gently grabbed her hands, prying her fingers away from her hair. He tilted her head up, trying to catch her gaze. (y/n) pushed his hand away. "Go away!" She yelled. "I don't need your help!" She sobbed.

She got defensive when she was upset. She hated being babied and treated like she was fragile. Even if thats what she needed, she didn't want it. Seonghwa nodded softly and pulled his hands away. "Okay, okay. But I need you to tell me what happened, (y/n)." He said, not pulling his gaze from her. He caught on to her tendency a few months after they started dating. He understood and gave her space, but he always kept a watchful eye on her.

"I fucking dropped a glass, what do you think happened?" She snapped at him. Seonghwa hummed, glancing at the pile. "Okay, you dropped a glass. Is that what caused you to break down, or was it something else?" The man tilted his head. "Why can't you just leave me alone!" She shot off the floor and went to storm out of the kitchen.

Seonghwa shot up faster and grabbed her waist. "Don't. You don't have your slides on. You'll get glass in your feet." He picked her up and stepped over the glass, setting her down far enough away from the glass. (y/n) tensed up, the feeling of his hands making her hot. She was overstimulated. She was winding herself up more than necessary. She flapped her hands. "I said go away! You're really starting to piss me off, Seonghwa." She grumbled.

Seonghwa nodded. "I'm sure I am. But until you tell me what's wrong, i'm not leaving." He said. He didn't like pushing her to talk. But he knew that she was gonna be angry until whatever was bothering her came out. It always took a little pushing for her to finally open up. He didn't sheer away under the glare that was shot at him. "You irritate me to no end." She rolled her eyes. Seonghwa hummed quietly and nodded. It didn't bother him, because he knew she didn't mean it. She was just upset.

"I- Everything shit, alright?" (y/n) spit out. "Work it the same thing every day! My boss always telling me i'm doing something wrong! Costumers always yelling at me for no reason at all!" She wiped her face angrily. "This guy the other way said what I was wearing looked 'whoreish'! Whoreish?! What does that even mean?!" She laughed in disbelief. She put her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. "I'm so stressed, Hwa, I can't handle it anymore." She cried.

Seonghwa listened to everything she said. Nodding softly so she knew he was listening. He walked over to her and gently hugged her. He placed a kiss on her head. "It's okay." He said softly. (y/n) quickly wrapped her arms around him. She sobbed into his chest. Seonghwa rubbed her back.

After a few moments of standing there, he pulled away to cup her cheeks. He gently swiped away her tears with his thumbs. "It's okay not to be okay, you know that?" He said softly. "It's okay to be stressed, and upset, and angry. You just can't ball it up, understand?" He said. She nodded a bit. "I know it's hard talking, so don't talk. Write it in your journal, paint it, draw it. Anything. But don't bottle it up, because when it spills over, it stresses you out even more." He stroked her cheeks gently with his thumbs.

He pursed his lips. He took a deep breath. "I think.. You should quit that job. I can support us just fine." He said. Her eyes widened. She blinked at him. "No- No! I can't let you do that! You know I can't let you do that." She laughed in disbelief that he would even try and run that past her. "Okay, then I'll be able to support us while you find a new job. That you like!" He pointed a bit. "And with a better boss. I don't need you in a workplace that stresses you out. Okay?" He said softly. She sighed and nodded a little. "Okay. I.." She trailed off as she looked back down.

After a moment she finally looked back up at him with glossy eyes. Her lip trembled. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook. Seonghwa shook his head. "Nuh-Uh, none of that." He said, swiping away her tears once more. "It's okay not to be okay, (y/n)." He repeated. "I wanna hear you say it." He said. She furrowed her eyebrows. She shook her head a bit. "I can't.." She whispered. "But you can." Seonghwa hummed.

(y/n) closed her eyes before sighing quietly. "I.. It's okay not to be okay." She said. Seonghwa smiled softly. He gently poked her sides a bit. "Thats my girl." He said softly. She squealed lightly, giggling as his fingers tickled her sides. "Hwa stop!" She slapped his chest gently. Seonghwa chuckled and took his hands away. (y/n) took them and kissed his finger pads. "Thank you." She whispered. "Nothing to thank me for, doll." He hushed. "Yes, there is." She looked up at him, seriousness in her eyes.

"Thank you for still loving me, even after I have moments like these." She whispered, almost ashamed of her breakdown. Seonghwa tutted softly. "You expect me to just stop loving you?" He tilted his head at her. "You're my forever, (y/n). Even if that means comforting you when you don't feel your best." He kissed her forehead. "I love you, princess." He hushed against her skin. "I love you too, Hwa." (y/n) took a deep breath and leaned up to peck his lips.

She pulled away and peaked behind him. She frowned. "I-I'll clean that up.." She messed with his hoodie gently. Seonghwa shook his head. "No, you're not." He poked her nose gently. "You are gonna go wash up. Then you're get blankets, and pillows, and find a movie for us to watch." He grinned softly. Her eyes lit up. "Movie night?" She asked. He nodded. She smiled brightly and kissed him. She pulled away after a few moments. "Thank you. You're the best boyfriend ever." She moved to kiss his cheek. Seonghwa chuckled softly as she rushed to go wash up and get blankets and pillows.

After picking up the glass, making tea, gathering snacks, and Seonghwa changing into his pajamas, they cuddled on the couch. They didn't really watch the movie, it was mostly commentating the whole thing, pointing out how silly the acting was. Seonghwa was in the middle of explaining the love triangle that (y/n) said she didn't understand, when he heard soft snores. He paused and looked down. The bag of candies she had was slipping out of her hand. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing was evened out. He smiled and gently grabbed the bag of candies, setting them on the coffee table.

He didn't want to disturb her, but he knew they would both wake up with sore backs if they slept on the couch. He gently pushed her up enough so he could stand. He leaned over and picked her up, hushing her as she whined. He carried her to bed and tucked her in before getting in on his side. "I love you, princess." He whispered, kissing her temple and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Mm.. Love you.." (y/n) mumbled, half asleep. Seonghwa chuckled and closed his eyes, matching up his breathing with hers. It didn't take long for him to drift off..

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Hongjoong: What are you two arguing about now?!

Seonghwa: Go on. Tell him what you did this time.

Wooyoung: NOTHING. You just hate me cause I have big brown beautiful demonic eyes and kindness in my heart!!

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ro-written · 11 months

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Pretty Kitty - P.S

Regular Tags/Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY. Very vague plot, Woo being a sweetie, Hwa is slightly possessive (but not in a bad way!!), fluff, aftercare, no pronouns for the reader (they are AFAB however), really sweet aftercare :]

Smut Tags/Warnings: sub!kitty!Seonghwa, hard dom!reader, bratty Hwa, use of the color system, pet play, masturbation, grinding, edging, overstimulation, bit of dacryphilia, nipple play, degradation, praise, vague corruption kink??, light oral (m receiving) light pain play, manhandling, hair pulling, possessiveness, hickies, vibrator (Hitachi wand) and dildo use, p in v sex, unprotected sex (boo), reader rides Hwa, nicknames/titles used (Mommy ; kitty, slut, cumslut, whore, baby, good boy, pretty boy, love)

Word Count: 6.9k

Playlist:

“Art Deco” by Lana Del Ray “All Nighter” by Doja Cat “Potion” by Jarline “Baby I’m Yours” by Isabel LaRosa

You were quite proud of how Seonghwa was handling himself.

He was talking with some of the staff, sipping on his drink as he remained attentive to what they were saying. He nodded along with every sentence, smiling and speaking where it was appropriate, and not letting his eyes stray from them.

None of them could detect the slight glossiness behind his eyes. How his brain could only really properly think about everything that happened before the two of you left out of your apartment to come to the work party.

Something about him earlier in the day had you aching to hear his pretty sounds. So right after he had showered and was getting ready to leave, you pulled him to the bed and pushed him down on his back, swinging a leg over his hips.

“Baby? Don’t we ha–” His words were cut off by a gasp, the feeling of your hips grinding down against his boxers, making his brain blank. You kept a hand on his chest while your hips slowly rocked back and forth. You brought your head down, hand steadying yourself so that your lips brushed right against his ear.

“I’ve missed you kitty…” Your head moved into the crook of his neck, gently kissing all that was exposed. It didn’t take long for him to grow hard under you, his gentle whines slipping through where his teeth had caught his lip. His hands grabbed your hips delicately, just leaving them to sit there.

As soon as his moans started to become louder, your hips stopped, knowing he was close. His eyes blinked open in confusion, and as you looked into his eyes you had to hold back from completely ruining him there. There was a haze to them, one that you recognized well. It brought a gentle smile to your lips.

“Let’s get to the party, pretty boy.”

You were quite cruel to him the entire ride over as well. His dick finally softened a bit by the time the two of you got to the car, to which you started rubbing your hand against it as he drove. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel, staring out at the road with eyebrows furrowed together. He had to take a deep breath to keep from moaning.

He had to take a few minutes to calm down once he finally arrived at the building and parked.

You were quite proud of how good and obedient he was being. He hadn’t complained at all at the games you were playing with him, how you were being unfair and teasing him so much. But that was your good kitty. Always took what you gave and never argued.

You turned your attention back to Wooyoung and how excited he was feeling about this recent comeback. You smiled fondly at how eager he seemed, knowing he and the boys had worked so hard, per usual. He had mentioned how the choreo was a bit more difficult than usual, but he hoped that the fans would love it.

“Woo, it’s going to be amazing,” you stopped his rambling and grabbed his arm as a sign of reassurance, squeezing it gently. “You boys deliver nothing less than perfection every time.” He delivered you back a grin, eyes beaming at your words and nodding. His eyes then shifted to look at something next to you, and before you could turn your head to look, you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“Hey hyung, we were just talking about the comeback!” Woo smiles at you again before looking at Hwa. Your lover just nodded with a hum, before pulling you in a bit closer to his body. To anyone else, it may have just looked like a gesture of affection, but you knew better than that. Something else was up.

“Really? What about it?” He tilted his head, looking at you before looking back to Woo. You stared up at him, trying to get a read on what was going on.

“Just talking about the choreo really. I’m excited but also kind of nervous this time around. It’s a lot to do.” Woo nodded and gave a half smile, before looking towards you. “But __ was just giving me a bit of reassurance about everything.” You looked back at the younger boy and gave him a gentle smile.

“That’s really kind of you, baby.” Hwa directed towards you, his hand on your waist slipping down slightly to rest on your lower back, just above your ass. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, questioning him. But before you could say anything, Hongjoong was announcing dinner had been set out and asked for everyone to join at the table.

Ignoring his actions, you took up your seat, Hwa sitting right next to you. Joong made a toast, congratulating everyone for all the hard work that had been put into this comeback. Your chest warmed as you looked around at the staff and the boys, knowing just how hard they pushed themselves to do well.

You looked over to your lover and saw his starry eyes glimmering in pride. Knowing that he was happy with the work he had done made you feel almost overwhelmed with love. You couldn’t help but stare at him with adoration.

After Joong’s toast, everyone went on eating and talking with whoever they were around. For you, it happened that Wooyoung had sat directly across from you right next to Yeosang. You continued to make conversation with Woo, not quite noticing Hwa’s eyes flickering to the both of you every once in a while as he tried to talk with Yeo. Part of him felt something he hadn’t felt in a while. This tugging need to act out. Make you give him your attention. To push you to where you would need to punish him later.

Without a second thought, he started to slowly slide his hand up your leg from where it was resting on your knee.

You didn’t think too much about it, knowing how he could be during social events like this, needing to have a hand on you as a way to keep himself grounded. It was only once he started moving his hand towards the inside of your thighs that you briefly flickered your eyes to him, not trying to clue Woo into what was going on. But in that brief second, you noticed his eyes moving away from you to focus back on his conversation with Yeo. And that told you all you needed to know.

His hand continued to move up your thigh, hidden by the tablecloth, and finally found purchase at the highest spot he could be. This spot, coincidentally, had his pinky finger brushing against your center, making you have to keep your hips down from jumping, gripping your champagne flute a little tighter as you took a sip from it.

“__, are you okay? Your cheeks look a little red.” Woo’s eyebrows drew together in concern, and his small comment grabbed the attention of both Yeo and Hwa, the latter of which put on his best acting skills.

“You do look a little flush love, is everything okay?” He took the moment to shift a little closer to you. Before you could respond, you felt his middle finger press harder than he had been pressing before. Your teeth clenched for a second, eyebrow raised towards him as the tiniest smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m fine Woo, thank you for asking. I just got warm out of nowhere.” You covered and offered him and Yeo a small, polite smile. They both nodded and, luckily, Yeo suddenly remembered something he had meant to tell Woo earlier.

Taking the opportunity to confront Hwa, you turned to face him. He was still moving his middle finger side to side over your clothed core, and you leaned in to whisper directly in his ear, your breath causing goosebumps to raise on his skin.

“Wait till we’re home.”

And when you leaned back, Hwa could see the fire in your eyes.

—

As you walked inside the apartment, you calmly took your shoes off and walked back to your bedroom, not saying a word to Hwa. A part of him worried that he took it a bit too far, maybe having misread everything and actually upsetting you. After taking his shoes off, he rushed into your bedroom to find you at the vanity putting away your necklace and ring you had worn. Both had been gifts from Hwa, and you knew how much he liked seeing them on you. They felt like symbols of himself on you, ways to show the world that you two were meant for each other only.

“Baby?” His voice asked out softly. You kept your eyes on your ministrations, not paying too much attention to him. He walked over to you and placed both of his hands on your shoulders, leaning to give your neck a kiss. When he pulled back he caught your eyes in the mirror of your vanity, a look in them that sent a shiver right through him.

“Take your slacks off, but leave your boxers. Unbutton your shirt, but don’t take it off.” Your voice was steady the entire time you gave him directions, eyebrow raised while looking at him dead in the eyes. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, thinking of how to respond. You gave him no time to think, however, as you abruptly stood up and turned to him, grabbing at his cheeks.

“When I give you an order slut, you do it.” You pull his face closer to yours, looking him straight on now. You haven’t had to go this rough on him in a while, but after his behavior tonight, you figured you might need to make him remember his original training.

“Or are you too far gone to remember who I am?” He shook his head as much as he could while in your grip.

“N-no.”

“No, what?” Your eyes squinted, challenging him. The words were just on his tongue, right before an idea popped into his eyes, and a smirk graced his pretty pink lips.

“No, __.” The sound of your name from him sent a wave of realization through you. You realized exactly what he was searching for tonight. Jerking his head to the side, you got close to his ear.

“Do as I told you, whore. Maybe I’ll think about letting you cum tonight.” You released his face and stepped away from him, moving to go into your closet. He found his body moving to complete the tasks you had given him without realizing it. Taking off his slacks and unbuttoning his white shirt, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back to rest on his elbows. He heard shuffling around in the closet, but the closed door kept him from seeing what you were doing. The anticipation had him crossing his legs and squeezing to help relieve a bit of the pressure.

After a few seconds, the shuffling stopped, and the door cracked open. You walked out of the closet without sparing him a glance, a black container in your hands. He sat up a bit to try to get a peek at what was inside, but you set it too far away for him to tell. All he could see was your back, still dressed in the clothes you had worn at the dinner party.

“Close your eyes.” You commanded him, barely turning your head. He followed as you said, a sense of thrill at what you had prepared coursing straight to his dick.

He could hear your feet move toward him before he felt something slip on his head. He recognized the feeling of the headband and he knew that he was truly in for it tonight.

“Go ahead and open those pretty eyes, kitty.” You scratched at his head as he looked up at you standing in between his legs. It took all you could to restrain yourself from just jumping him there. Between the cat ears sitting on his head and the sweet, soft look in his eyes, all your instincts told you to completely ravage him. To make him cum in you over and over again until he cried.

But you kept your head about you, smiling and patting his head between the two ears, making him nudge his head more into your hand. You turned around and went back to the black box sitting on the dresser, hand reaching in and grabbing the exact item you were looking for.

“Get on your knees for me.” You heard him shuffle behind you before you turned back to face him, pink collar and leash in hand. You watched as his pupils blew big in his eyes, his back sitting up a bit straighter and his head tilting up more, presenting his neck to you. You smirked the slight action as you stepped forward.

“See, you can try to be a brat all you want, baby,” you fix the collar around his neck, gently tugging to ensure it gave him enough room and wasn’t hurting him but was just tight enough. You squat down to reach his eye level before tugging the leash to bring his face closer.

“But in the end, you’ll always be my little whore. Isn’t that right kitty?” His lips pouted out as he nodded eagerly, eyes glazed over - just how you wanted. You let go of the leash for a second to put both hands on either side of his face, grounding him a bit.

“Color, love?” You wanted to make sure he was still with you, okay with everything happening. He looked at you lovingly, eyes softening and able to see you clearly. His chest warmed up at your eyes.

“Very green.”

You gave him a peck on his lips before standing up to your full height. Tugging on the leash, you forced him to follow you around the side of the bed towards the headboard. He could only watch as you wrapped the leash around one of the posts and tied it tight, knotting it so it wouldn’t come loose without help. He kneeled back on the floor, sitting back on his calves, and tilted his head in interest at what you had planned.

You walked away from him back to the box, reaching in to grab the soft pink dildo you had placed in it. It was something you didn’t have to use too often, but when you were particularly missing him while he was on tour, it would make an appearance. You, being the loving and absolute tease of a partner you are, always made sure he was properly informed when you were using it with pictures and videos.

Coming back in front of him, you sat on the edge of the bed and placed the dildo between your thighs. The head of it stood straight up as he stared directly at it, lips narrowly open. You moved to grip the back of his head, careful to dodge the soft pink ears and pull him where his lips just brushed over the toy.

“Why don’t we put that mouth to work since you need a reminder of who I am, hm?” He looked up at you, eyes big and lustful. “Be a good boy and suck it.”

He wasted no time wrapping his mouth around the head first, pretty lips stretching to take it in. He sucked at it for a few seconds, before you bucked your hips up slightly, making him gasp at how much more he had to suddenly take. He moaned when you pushed the back of his head slightly, loving the slightly heavy feeling on his tongue. Soon enough, he slowly started to bob up and down without your help and you moved your hands to rest your weight on the bed behind you. The sight of him so focused on sucking the toy made you tighten your thighs as a way to alleviate some tension.

“You look so pretty like this, kitty. Sucking my cock so well, just like you were made to do, hm?” He moaned at the words, his hands coming up to steady himself on your thighs. You tsked at him, grabbing his hair again and pulling him off you. A bit of spit strung itself from the toy to his lips but broke off when you jerked his head to the side slightly. He whined and pouted, looking up at you.

“You know the rules slut. Hands off.” He timidly takes his hands off your thighs and moves them to be pinned between his butt and calves. You smile at how shy and guilty he looked.

Releasing his head, you removed the toy from between your thighs and stood up. His eyes shined up at your figure as you shimmied out of your bottoms and leaned back on the bed, legs spread to show Hwa your cunt. His eyes immediately fixated on the glimmer of your wetness, hips bucking up. You looked down at his boxers to see the small wet patch, right where the tip of his dick rubbed against.

“Aw, my baby is so worked up, isn’t he?” You cooed at how his eyebrows furrowed, hips twitching up again at your words.

You took the dildo he had just sucked off and started running it up and down your slit, a thrill of anticipation racing in you at finally getting a smidgen of relief from all the torture you had been putting yourself through. A small whine came out of the man kneeling in front of you, as he unconsciously leaned forward, trying to reach you, wanting to taste you. However, he was caught back by the collar attached to the leash tied to the post. You let out a light and breathy laugh watching as he pouted again.

Your juices coated the toy, dripping down onto the bed. Every time the toy moved up your lips, the tip would get caught on your clit, dragging it up slightly and making you gasp. Eventually, you were over the teasing and slowly started to push the toy into you. The stretch wasn’t quite like how Hwa felt, but it helped satiate the need for something to be inside. You bit your lip to keep from any noises coming out and watched your hand push the dildo the rest of the way in.

Seonghwa considered this to be the best view in the world.

His head was dizzy watching as your hole stretched over the pretty pink toy. He could see each drop of your juices as it pushed out your hole with the intrusion of the dildo. It made his mouth water, wanting nothing more than to taste all of it. He watched your eyes flutter slightly before looking back to him, holding his gaze as you slid the toy back out, just till only the tip was inside, before going right back in.

He could feel his precum rubbing into his boxers, slowly dripping down his shaft. He wanted so badly for you to ride him, to completely take him apart and use him as much as you desired. But he knew he was in no position to ask you anything. Especially with how he had acted at dinner earlier. So all he could do was sit and watch you and accept whatever punishment you deemed fit for him. He just prayed that he would have at least one chance to cum tonight.

The feeling of being filled over and over again brought you slowly to the edge, eyes closed in an attempt to focus on the feeling. It was driving you crazy, as the initial satiating feeling had dissipated, and now you were just craving Seonghwa’s cock and how it could stretch you better than the toy ever could. But you knew he needed to be dealt his punishment. So you simply fucked yourself a bit faster and harder, trying to make up for the lack of size.

You opened your eyes, and the sight you were welcomed with had you thrown over the edge.

Seonghwa’s eyes were screwed shut, hips rolling upwards, his head thrown back, and his mouth letting out the prettiest little pants. You clenched around the dildo hard, the knot in your stomach finally snapping as your entire body tensed, waves of pleasure rattling your body.

You were brought back down at the sounds of your lover’s whines getting louder and louder, indicating how close he was. Slowly taking out the dildo, you moved yourself to stand in front of him, grabbing at the back of his hair once more with one hand. That caused him to open his eyes to see you, a light flush across his cheeks. He took note of the dildo in your other hand, completely covered in your cum. His hips, however, kept rolling up, and you had to set a foot on his upper thigh, near his cock, to keep him from finishing. You moved the toy down to his lips, smudging some of your wetness onto them.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby,” you commanded. He complied, lips parting and tongue out slightly. You didn’t waste any time shoving the dildo right into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and causing him to gag. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his dick twitch at the roughness. It made your eyes go dark, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

“My kitty is such a little cockslut, isn’t he?” You moved the dildo slightly out of his mouth before pushing it back in, causing him to gag again, tears welling up in his eyes. He hummed against the toy, the tugging of your hand at his hair adding to the sweet pain he felt. He absolutely reveled in the way you treated him when you were teaching him a lesson. It caused him to suck harder at the plastic in his mouth, licking up every inch of the toy to not miss a drop of your juices.

After a few more pumps into his mouth, you removed the toy, looking at it to ensure he cleaned it well. You looked back at him and noticed the tears in his eyes, placing the dildo on the bed and squatting to reach his eye level. You grabbed both sides of his face and swiped at the tears with your thumbs.

“How are you feeling love? What’s your color?”

“I’m good, baby. Still green.” He smiled at you, leftover tears still pooling in his eyes. You nodded before giving him another peck on the lips, a warm feeling overtaking your chest at the immense love you felt for your lover. Your hands moved from his cheeks to the back of his head, scratching lightly at his scalp. He closed his eyes to relish the feeling of your nails massaging his head.

However, the scene suddenly picked back up, as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged his head back. The sudden pain caused him to moan out, eyebrows drawn together tightly.

“Does my pretty kitty wanna feel so good?” You asked in a husky voice, eyes hooded with lust.

“Yes, yes please please please,” he gasped out, lip catching between his teeth.

“Yes, please…what?” You looked at him in amusement, wanting to hear him say what you had asked for earlier. His eyes fluttered open, and as he looked at you through his eyelashes, he finally complied.

“Please Mommy, I wanna feel so good. Want you to make me feel good.” A deep blush painted his cheeks. His lips were dark red and puffy from sucking the toy earlier. You could see a bit of drool and your cum at the corner of his lips. Perfect.

“I love hearing you beg for me kitty,” you rubbed the top of his head between his cat ears. “You sound like such a whore.” His eyes widened and he looked away in slight embarrassment, face burning red and causing you to giggle at his shyness.

Finally, you shifted to untie the leash from the bedpost, and his back straightened up again, excited to be able to move more. Moving the leash upwards, you made him stand up, pulling him to get on the bed and adjust to where he was in the center.

“Lay back for me, baby. Let me take care of you.” You pressed down on his chest to get him to flatten back. Once he’s finally settled with his head on the pillows, you hand him his leash. “Hold this for me.” His hand grabbed the hand loop, and watching him hold his own leash, eyes hazy and looking up at you straddling him, felt way more erotic than you thought it would. You had to shake your head of the thoughts that came to mind to refocus on the task at hand.

Climbing off him and stepping off the bed, you once again went to the black box to grab out the last toy you had for him. He held his breath in anticipation, trying to keep his curiosity from making him sit up and see what else you had in mind. However, you didn’t keep him wondering for long, as you turned back around to present the final item you needed for his punishment.

Seeing it, Seonghwa’s breath caught in his throat, and he had to consciously swallow as a reminder for him to breathe. You gripped the Hitachi wand and tilted your head to the side, a look in your eyes that he knew meant one thing. He needed to prepare for the longest session of his life.

You were straddling his hips again, the warmth of your bare lower half suddenly clouding his mind. Before he could stop himself, his hand dropped the leash and gripped your waist, hips jutting up once. The sudden movements caused you to lose a bit of balance, having to drop one hand to his chest to steady yourself.

Seonghwa finally realized what he did, and his eyes opened to meet yours, a glint of temper behind them as you raised an eyebrow.

“Take your hands off me and put them on your chest. Now, slut.” You bit the words out, and he slowly did what he was asked. You set the wand next to his body as you grabbed the leash he had dropped. He could only watch as you tied his hands with the leash, keeping the slack short so if he tried to move his arms, he’d be stopped by the collar around his neck.

“What a little whore. Can’t even follow simple rules.”

“I-I’m sorry Mommy, you just feel so good.” He whined out in a high-pitched voice. You let out a harsh laugh, rolling your eyes.

“You sound so pathetic, kitty. It’s adorable.” Tears pooled in his eyes, face flush with embarrassment. You would have probably felt worried about maybe having gone too far if you hadn’t felt how his cock twitched at your words. You knew he loved being put in his place, especially when you said the filthiest things to embarrass him.

You smiled, leaning in to start kissing his neck and giving tiny licks. With the comeback so soon, you knew you couldn’t mark anywhere seriously visible, not wanting him or you to face a scolding from the Hongjoong, the company, or the makeup artists. You learned your lesson during the Inception era. So you made your way down to his chest, somewhere you knew wouldn’t be shown this time around. Every time you bit down and sucked at a spot, a small cry came from his lips, before becoming a whimper when your tongue soothed over the mark.

“Mommy feels….feels too g-good,” he cried out. Right after the words came out of his mouth, you latched on to one of his nipples, flicking one with your tongue while the other was twisted in your fingers. This produced an even louder moan from him, one that melted into a whine of pleasure.

“I know sweetheart. I’m being so nice to you, aren’t I?” You mouthed against his skin. He nodded, bottom lip drawn in by his teeth in an attempt to keep his noises down a bit. That turned out to be a mistake, as he was met by a sudden tug at his nipple by your fingers, one that caused a cry to tumble out of his mouth. “Words.”

“I’m sorry Mommy, you– yes, you feel– you’re being so nice to me,” his thoughts were scrambled as he looked for the right words he wanted to say. You smile against him, mouth moving to the other nipple you had just tugged, tongue lapping at it as a way to soothe the burn.

“So you’re gonna be good and listen to everything Mommy says, hm? Take everything I give you?” You pull back from his chest, admiring the way you’re able to see the speckling of purple and red you can see already. Your head looked up towards his face to see him staring at you through half-closed eyes, panting hard with a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth.

“Y-yes Mommy.” He sounds breathless, and your hands come up to both nipples to gently massage and flick them. His eyes shut tight, mouth closed, and breathing sharply through his nose.

“You’re so pretty, baby. My pretty kitty, yeah?”

“All yours, Mommy. Only yours.” he sounded strained saying it, but the words made you clench around nothing. You dragged your nails down the sides of his torso, watching as goosebumps littered his smooth skin, his abdomen tensing at the ticklish feeling.

Your fingertips reached the waistband of his boxers and started to peel them back off his thighs to expose the rest of his beautiful body. His cock came up to slap his stomach, driving a whimper out of him. Just looking at how red and wet the head of it was made your mouth water and, after tossing his boxers to the side, you leaned down to gently suck the head and clean up the bit of precum on it. This small action had his brain blanking, choking on a cry that tumbled out of his lips.

“Mo-Mommy please please don’t tease me please I…I won’t– I c-can’t–”

You smiled, pulling back off his dick with a light pop, kissing the tip. You always loved seeing him so vulnerable and writhing under you. It made your heart so full to know that he allowed only you to see him like this and that you were able to take away all his worries.

You leaned back from him, sitting between his spread legs as he panted and huffed, trying to catch his breath from all the times he had held it since you first put the cat ears on him. He hated to be cheesy but it was true every time he told you that you took his breath away. In more ways than one.

Grabbing the wand, you set it to its lowest level and slowly dragged it up his body, starting at his tiny waist. You had to admit, his waist was always a part of his body you had been obsessed with. Shivers wracked his body as you nudged his arms to move a bit, to which he complied and shifted them up. You barely dragged the wand to rub against his nipples, causing a strained grunt to come out of him when you felt a sudden warm splatter on your arm.

“M-Mommyyy–” A spurt of cum came out of his dick, painting his abdomen and surprising you. He used his elbows to shove your hand with the toy away, and he had to take a second with his eyes closed to recenter himself before he was completely thrown into his orgasm.

After he took a few breaths, he opened his eyes again, watching as you lovingly smile at him.

“Color, love?”

“Green, but…but I don’t know if I can t-take too much more teasing before I cum, b-baby.” His voice was breathless and his eyes were soft as he stared up at you. You nodded, letting him know you understood what he was asking.

But you really needed to hear him ask it.

Grabbing his chin, you watched as his lips parted and he gasped.

“So what are you asking, kitty?”

“I…need to cum, Mommy. Please. Can I please cum?” His face colored a darker shade of red at the question. Smiling, you let his chin go and still holding the wand, you brought it to his dick, rubbing it along the length.

His entire body seized up, eyes going wide at the sudden sensation and a particularly loud moan being set free. His thighs trembled as you continued to run the toy up and down, watching his facial expressions as his eyebrows drew together, his eyes shut tight.

“Please can I cum? Please please please please?” He begged loudly, sinful sounds emanating from his throat.

You leaned in close to his ear to bite his earlobe before whispering.

“Cum for me, sweet boy.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, voice dripping in lust, you watched as ropes of white cum painted along his abdomen. A long, drawn-out moan moved from quiet and deep to loud and high-pitched, and it was all directly in your ear. Seonghwa could feel every muscle in his body lock up, and a flash of white crossed his eyelids.

Eventually, his muscles relaxed, face smoothing out as he gasped. He had expected you to turn off the wand, ready to cuddle up with him and fall into a deep sleep.

Except you didn’t turn off the wand. You moved it off him for a few seconds, allowing him to relax slightly with his eyes closed, but he could still hear the buzzing coming from it. He could feel you shifting around on the bed, feel your hand grab his still half-hard dick, and feel you rub the tip of him at your entrance.

That made his eyes shoot open. And before he could say anything, you were already sliding down him, hand steadying yourself on the part of his hip that wasn’t covered in his cum.

He tried to move his hands to grab your hips, but the sudden reminder of the leash pulling at his collar had them kept together to his chest. And he realized your words from earlier.

“So you’re gonna be good and listen to everything Mommy says, hm? Take everything I give you?”

A shiver ran through him as the meaning behind those words sank in, as you finally filled yourself to the hilt with him. You weren’t done with him yet, and he would have to take what you gave him. He wanted the attention, the punishment, and you were going to give it to him.

You took a second to adjust yourself to his length before pushing yourself back up, not letting the tip fully leave out of you before you were fully sheathing himself into you again. Broken whines came out of Hwa as you slowly picked up a rhythm, spurring you to pick up your movements.

“What’s wrong kitty? Don’t you remember?” You leaned down to get close to his face, grabbing at his cheeks in one hand as you rolled your hips. “This is your punishment. And you’re gonna take it.”

Hwa felt as if all of his nerves were on edge, teeth clenched as his eyes teared up from the overstimulation he felt. Your words made his head feel even hazier, sinking him deeper into a pit of submissiveness. His breath caught in his throat as he balled his fists up to keep from losing his mind.

After a few moments of you rocking gently on his dick, he could faintly hear the vibration from the wand turn up. He only had time to take in a quick gasp before you were angling the wand to stimulate your clit, conveniently also leaning up against his dick as well. His back arched up at the sudden sensation, feeling you clench down around him from the vibrations on your little bundle of nerves.

“Mommy–Mommy I can’t…I can’t.” His words came out short as his head lolled from side to side.

“Yes. You can.” You picked up your movements, the wand still attached to your clit as you bounced on his dick, chasing your high. “Don’t you want me to cum? Isn’t my pretty boy gonna help me out?” Your words came out a bit higher pitched than you had expected. You watched as his lips pouted, nodding along with your words.

“Please…Please Mommy please want you to cum. Need to feel it, please.” He cried out and you watched as the tears streamed down the side of his face. Your thumbs went to brush them away, and you lightly cooed at his reaction.

You didn’t realize just how wound up you were from all the teasing you had done before. However, now with the vibrations on your clit, his cock stretching you out, and the beautiful sounds coming from him, you realized you were a lot closer to your end than you thought. You could feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten, the muscles in your body tensing up. Something was missing though, and you didn’t realize what it was until your lover spoke up underneath you.

“Cum for me, please? I want you to feel good…I need you to…I need you.”

The knot snapped, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your ground down into the vibrator, and subsequently, onto Hwa’s dick. The rhythmic clenching of your hole mixed with the vibrations of the wand halted all thoughts in his head. All thoughts except you.

Without asking for permission, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer, he let go. You felt sudden bursts of streams of cum released inside you, and the warm feeling sitting inside you mixed with how full you felt only drew out your orgasm longer.

Finally coming down, Hwa’s head drifted to the side, eyes closed as he revels in the dizzy feeling in his head. He could feel you turn the vibrator off, setting it next to his body. You lifted yourself off his dick slowly, trying to not cause any pain. He felt the leash untie from around his hands, and your gentle fingers moving around his neck to unbuckle the collar, grab the cat ears off his head, and set them on the nightstand.

“Sweetheart?” You gently whispered to him, trying to get him to open his eyes and look at you. He hummed slightly, turning his head to face you but not quite opening his eyes. “My love, can you look at me?” He whined a bit, but complied, glossy eyes looking into yours and a loving smile coming to grace his face.

“Hi.” His voice cracked out, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his actions.

“Hi, my love. How are you feeling?” You brushed the hair out of his eyes.

“Absolutely perfect.”

“Good, good. Do you think you might be able to stand up to take a bath?” You cupped his face, being as soft as you can be with him. With the headspace he had just been in, and the fact that he came twice, back-to-back after being teased for so long, you needed to make sure to take your time with him.

“I may be able to, but I’ll need help.” You nod and moved off the bed to help him sit up. He takes his time to bring his legs out of bed, setting a foot down one at a time. Holding his hands, you help balance him as he stood up and regained feeling throughout his body. He had to rely on you quite a bit to get him into the bathroom and help him sit down on the toilet lid as you started up the bathwater. It was so cold in the room as compared to the bed he had just been in, causing goosebumps to litter his body. It wasn’t too long, however, till the warm water filled the bath, and you both managed to maneuver your bodies to where you sitting in front of each other, washing each other’s bodies and giving each other small kisses. One of you would occasionally giggle, causing the other to smile out of love.

Eventually, the water grew cold, and Hwa regained the feeling in his legs back. You both dried off, and he managed to help you with the annoying task of getting the sheets off the bed and switching them out to cleaner, non-stained ones.

The second your body hit the mattress, snuggling up close to him with the blankets wrapped around you, you could feel sleep inviting you deeper. The smell of him and the soap used in the bath take over all your senses. And as you lightly scratched at his scalp, a gentle hum coming from him, you moved a little forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you, baby.”

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persistent desire

in which: you and your childhood friends go drinking, and seonghwa confesses that he has at some point been attracted to you

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You laid there on your bed, your mind completely numb. You didn’t know how much time had passed for you dissociate this bad, but all you knew was that it was dark outside when you started, and now the sunrise was painting the apartment in shades of red and orange. You could hear him breathing hard, and you looked to see that he was still not satisfied. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pressed together, but his hold on you was weak. That being said, he still had the energy and desperation to keep going.

It started that morning. Well, technically, it started years ago— like back in middle school years ago— but the trigger was that morning. The four of you were at the popular coffee shop on campus studying: you, Seonghwa, San, and Wooyoung. You all had your laptops in front of you and were typing away.

“I don’t like this assignment,” Wooyoung complained loudly.

“Why’d you even bother taking that class? It’s not even required for our major,” Seonghwa asked while rolling his eyes.

“I needed one more class and this was the only one that had space that fit in my schedule! If I don’t have a full load of courses, then my status becomes part-time, and I need to be a full-time student if I want to keep my scholarship.”

“How much is the scholarship?” San asked.

“Seventy-five percent of my current tuition.”

“Oof… Well, you still have to suffer through the assignment since you did choose the class in the first place,” you gave Wooyoung some much needed tough love.

With a huge, dramatic sigh, Wooyoung got back to his assignment. Periodically, Seonghwa leaned over your shoulder to look at what you were doing— the two of you were in the same class, so you both had the same assignment— and he did one of two things each time: either his shoulder rubbed against yours, or his knee would. He always did it to piss you off, and it was kind of working right now. By the fifth time he did that, you kicked his chair away, earning a laugh from him.

“Dude, knock it off! You can’t even cheat on this assignment!” you said with mild annoyance as you continued to push him away.

“I totally can, I just need to paraphrase,” he argued back with a light tone.

“You were assigned a different section! What do you mean?!”

That was how your friendship went. From the moment the two of you met in middle school, then when you added San and Wooyoung to your little friend group in high school, life barely changed— it only got more complex. The classes got harder, the homework heavier, and the relationships more serious. Well, it was mostly Wooyoung who was dating, but Seonghwa would bring a crazy bitch around every so often. San went on the occasional date, but you didn’t have the hint of a romantic life. Not a single guy ever looked at you. You wondered if it was because you spent a lot of time with three ridiculously attractive boys— that was the only logical explanation, after all.

“Alright, so what’s the plan for tonight?” Wooyoung asked after triumphantly closing his laptop.

“I’m free, as per usual,” you said.

“Same,” San added.

“Alright, that leaves you, Seonghwa.”

“I’m good, too,” Seonghwa nodded.

“You broke up with that crazy bitch?” Wooyoung asked with mild shock.

“We weren’t ever really dating, were we?”

“What do you mean? Of course you were,” San said with confusion.

“I would hardly consider three dates “dating”. Besides, we never even slept together.”

“Wow, she broke up with you, didn’t she?” you bit back a loud laugh.

“No, I broke up with her.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Romeo,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he responded sarcastically.

“I’m serious!”

The four of you packed up your things and left the coffee shop, Seonghwa still trying to convince you all that he did, in fact, break up with that last girl.

Since the four of you were free that evening, you all went to participate in Wooyoung’s favorite activity: drinking. And, of course, with drinking with Wooyoung game drinking games.

The local bar knew the four of you very well by that point in your lives. Sometimes, the bartenders would participate in the drinking games with you, but it was usually the four of you in a secluded booth with a whole bottle of house whiskey and beers aplenty. You sat across from Wooyoung and next to Seonghwa while San sat next to Wooyoung. You and Wooyoung had to take care of the other two boys since they were bad at holding their alcohol, so you each took turns babysitting the other boy.

“Alright, what game are we playing tonight?” Wooyoung clapped his hands together and rubbed them in anticipation.

“King’s Cup?” you suggested.

“Absolutely the fuck not. Not after what this asshole pulled last time,” San declined and pointed an accusatory finger at Wooyoung.

“What’d I do?!”

“You rigged the game! I kept pulling the last fucking king!”

“Oh, right. I did that,” Wooyoung accepted with a giggle.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Titanic?” Seonghwa offered.

“No way,” you refused.

“Why?”

“Last time we played that, Wooyoung threw up all over my favorite pair of shoes,” you grimaced.

“If I promise not to do that again, will you let us play?” Wooyoung asked.

“No, I don’t trust you.”

Pouting, Wooyoung turned away. The rest of you chose to ignore his antics.

“Truth or dare?” San asked.

“But instead of dare, we drink,” Wooyoung amended.

“Alright, I’m game,” you accepted.

“Same,” Seonghwa nodded.

The game started very tame— well, Wooyoung was asking the wildest questions, getting San and Seonghwa drunk in record time. At some point, you had enough of his dumb questions and told him to actually play the game properly because you wanted to actually hear some hot gossip.

“San, when was the last time you had sex?” Wooyoung asked San.

San took a drink.

“Come on, bro. There’s no shame in telling us when,” Wooyoung nudged San’s shoulder.

“It’s been so long that I don’t even remember when,” San admitted.

“You could’ve just said that and not have to drink,” you pointed out.

“…Fuck.”

“Alright, let’s not ask this kid anymore questions,” you told Wooyoung.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, was silent. He was pretty tipsy, but not drunk. He usually observed his friends whenever he got drunk, but if someone talked directly to him, then he would respond. You always got a kick out of watching drunk Seonghwa.

“Seonghwa,” San turned to the man in question.

“Yes?” Seonghwa responded while slightly swaying to and fro.

“Have you ever been attracted to Y/N?”

“Yes.”

You, San, and Wooyoung were all shocked. You stared Seonghwa down as he continued to sway, but he definitely was not looking at you. San, unable to ask another question because he was completely and utterly shocked, froze, leaving Wooyoung to ask the next one.

“When?”

Seonghwa decided to drink instead of answer that question.

You don’t remember what happened the rest of the game— you dissociated so hard that you wondered if you blacked out because of the alcohol. However, it was not the alcohol that fucked you up; it was Seonghwa who did.

You didn’t even realize that San and Wooyoung left for the night. You only snapped out of your trance when Seonghwa leaned his head on your shoulder. You looked to see that he had his eyes closed and he let out a heavy sigh. Your shock turned into annoyance— if Seonghwa actually fell asleep on shoulder, you were going to murder him. Luckily, Seonghwa was not asleep.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Seonghwa asked, his head still on your shoulder.

“Uh… Uh-huh,” you responded, unable to find words to properly convey exactly what was going through your mind.

“You don’t sound okay.”

“…I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Seonghwa lifted his head, giving you the chance to look at him with complete and utter disbelief. You wanted to tell him off for being a hypocrite, but he didn’t do anything wrong. He just played the game, and he played the game honestly. That wasn’t his fault, but you wanted to blame him for being a good sport.

But, Seonghwa could have also been lying for the sake of the game just to spice things up. He was a very giggly drunk, but he’s mentally aware of everything and has full control over his actions even when drunk out of his mind. He could have been messing with the group. You hoped he was messing with the group because there was no way in hell your best friend from back in middle school was attracted to you at any point in time.

“First, I need you tell me something,” you finally responded.

“Yeah?”

“Were you being serious earlier, or were you messing with us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you actually been attracted to me, or was that a lie?” you rephrased.

“I have been attracted to you.”

“When?”

Seonghwa took a sip of his beer— apparently the game was still going for him.

“Fine, then why?” you asked, exasperated.

“Go take a look in the mirror then get back to me.”

You felt your face get hot instantly. A drunk Seonghwa was shameless, but not once did you think his shamelessness was going to come your way. He took another nonchalant sip of his beer, and you decided to take another look at his face. His face was flushed, and his eyes were narrowed, but this wasn’t Seonghwa’s usual drunk self. Something was off, something that made butterflies storm through your body. You couldn’t tell if it was because of his confession, though.

“You’re seriously messing with me now, aren’t you?” you let out a weak laugh.

“Y/N, look at me,” Seonghwa said, his voice dropping down several decibels.

You did as he said, and a wave of heat rushed from your head to your toes. Seonghwa’s eyes were dark and filled with lust. He ran his tongue over his lower lip subtly, turning you on more than it should’ve. He leaned towards you ever so slightly, his hand holding onto the back of your chair. You nearly leaned back, but this was Seonghwa you’re talking about— he would never do anything to you, or anyone for that matter, without consent. You held your ground, Seonghwa’s face nearing yours.

“Do you think I’m joking now?” Seonghwa asked you softly.

“I believe you, but I also believe that you’re going insane.”

You pushed your chair away from the table and stood up, Seonghwa’s eyes following you as you did so. You grabbed your purse and stood there, Seonghwa still sitting.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

“Waiting for you,” you responded. “You’re losing your goddamn mind, Seonghwa. We need to get you home.”

With a shrug, Seonghwa stood up. You genuinely thought he was going to stumble around based on how drunk you thought he was, but he carried himself well— so well, in fact, that he looked sober.

You left the bar first, and Seonghwa followed shortly thereafter. The two of you walked silently and side by side as you made your way back to your apartment complex.

“I think we should drop you off at home, first,” you told the man.

“No, I want to make sure you get home safe,” he denied.

“You drank a lot more than I did tonight.”

“Then, if you walk me home, will you stay the night?”

Another rush of heat. You looked away from him abruptly and at the dim sidewalk in front of you. You shook your head lightly; although it was Seonghwa who was saying those things to you, you didn’t feel like it was. Something was up with your friend, and it was making you nervous.

“That’s what I thought. Let me walk you home.”

The rest of the walk back was silent. You could barely think about anything without the sound of your heart beating loudly drowning out any thoughts you had left in your head.

“Y/N?” Seonghwa called your name, startling you.

“Yeah! Yeah?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while, now. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” you said, which was the truth.

“Well, we’re here. Will you be okay getting up to your room?”

“Yes, but I seriously wonder if you’ll get home safe,” you said honestly.

“I’ll call a cab or something,” he assured you.

You nodded. You looked down at your feet, realizing that you were unable to leave. You usually just waved good-bye and fully left, or other times, Seonghwa would crash at your place. This time, however, was different. Your legs were frozen. You didn’t know why.

“Y/N? Are you going to go up?”

“Oh, yeah. Right. Good night, Hwa.”

Usually, after you guys hung out, he would hug you goodbye, and he did that this time, too. Before you could even take a step away, Seonghwa held your arm gently and turned you around, his arms outstretched and waiting expectantly for a hug. You hugged him. It wasn’t like he forced you to, but you felt so weird about just ignoring the fact that your friend of many, many years was asking for a hug as he usually did. This is silly, you thought to yourself. It was just a game, and Seonghwa’s just being a stupid flirt. He wasn’t being serious, so why were you taking him so seriously?

The hug lasted longer than you were expecting. You thought it was going to be a light hug and then bye. However, Seonghwa’s secure arms held you tightly and close. Even the way he was hugging you this time was different. It was a lot more sensual. He wrapped one arm around your waist and then the other over your shoulder, his face buried in the nook of your neck. You felt like your entire body was going to erupt into flames at that point.

When Seonghwa leaned away from you, he was still hugging you. Likewise, you were still hugging him. You gazed into his dark, lust filled eyes once again. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Seonghwa, I’m going to ask you one more time,” you whispered. “Have you really been attracted to me?”

“Y/N, I don’t know how many times you want me to tell you, but yes. I have.”

“Are you attracted to me right now?”

“That’s not fair. You can’t ask that kind of question without letting me have the option of drinking,” Seonghwa frowned.

“But are you?” you pressed further.

Seonghwa pulled you closer into his embrace. He still wouldn’t say anything, which was ticking you off.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” Seonghwa asked with a deep sigh.

“I want you to state it explicitly before I say or do anything else.”

“Y/N…”

“Last chance, Seonghwa,” you warned him. “Are you attracted to me right now?”

“Yes.”

Your impulse took over. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and held onto the back of his neck to pull him to you, your lips connecting. You felt his hold on you get tighter as he kissed you back again and again and again. He let out tiny, muffled grunts with every kiss.

You felt like he was eating you alive. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth. His hands slipped down to your waist, his fingers pressing into you firmly. You yelped as you felt his teeth bite your lower lip lightly and tug upwards, making your libido scream for him to just ravage you.

Next thing you knew, Seonghwa was pulling you into your own apartment. He dragged you roughly to your bed and tossed you on there, the bed springs squeaking as you bounced on the mattress.

“Seong—”

He wouldn’t even allow you to say his name. His lips roughly met yours once more as he pinned you to the bed.

The way he was treating you in bed made you think of two things: one, he was so hot when he was unnecessarily aggressive; and two, why did he suddenly get to this point? You knew that the two of you were horny as fuck for each other in that moment, but the way he was acting was out of desperation, not lust.

You were only able to finally get words out when Seonghwa stopped kissing you to start stripping.

“Seonghwa, before you start again, I have more questions,” you sat up and held your hand out to stop him from pinning you to the bed again.

A look of frustration crossed Seonghwa’s face as he pulled off his shirt. But, nonetheless, he waited for you to ask your questions.

“Why are you acting like this?”

Seonghwa let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his hair (which turned you even more since he looked so hot when he was annoyed or frustrated). He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips and asked mockingly, “What do you want me to say? That I’m hot for you? That I’m horny? That I really need my dick inside you?”

“Seonghwa, please be serious…”

Silently, Seonghwa got on the bed and pinned you down once again. His lips neared your ear, his soft breath sending shivers down your neck. His hands held your wrists down, and his knees trapped your waist.

“Y/N, I don’t know how else to show you I’m serious. I wouldn’t be in bed with you like this right now if I wasn’t interested in you.”

“But,” you breathed out. “You’re… Attracted to me? Of all people, me?”

“Y/N,” Seonghwa said softly as he pressed his lips against your ear gently. “You’re sexy and gorgeous and captivating.”

He trailed his lips down the side of your neck, his fingers pulling your shirt off your shoulder. You suppressed a moan when his other hand held both your wrists above your head, his tongue returning to your neck and trailing upwards.

“You like me?”

“Of course I like you,” Seonghwa replied softly into your neck.

“Romantically?”

Seonghwa stopped. He moved away from you enough where he could make eye contact with you, but his chest was still pressed against yours. He opened his mouth and said something, but you couldn’t hear him at all despite the fact that he was mere centimeters away from you.

“What— Oh my God!”

It was physically impossible for you to ask him questions after that. He quickly pulled down the waistband of your pants and panties and shoved his middle two fingers into you with so much force that your entire body jerked. He let go of your wrists to caress your face, his warm fingertips practically burning a hole into the skin on your cheek while his lips made yours feel raw with his intense kisses. His fingers kept thrusting into you roughly with no remorse, tears slipping out of your eyes as his forcefulness drove you to euphoria. You cried out when he added a third finger, instantly making you cum.

No matter how much you whimpered and tried to grab his wrists in a feeble attempt to get him to let up, Seonghwa continued to finger you over and over again, another orgasm overcoming you mere seconds after the first one. Tears slipped out of your eyes one after the other, your body trembling as he finally removed his fingers from you fully, only for him to move down on you. He held onto the bottoms of your thighs and pushed them upwards, giving him more access to your completely sopping wet pussy. You thought he was going to go right for the jackpot, but instead he left painful hickeys along the insides of your thighs, his tongue trailing along to each new spot on your thighs until he finally arrived at your pussy.

Seonghwa’s tongue violating your pussy was a completely different kind of pleasure than when his tongue was violating your mouth. Seonghwa was truly a master of utilizing his tongue for pleasure. When his tongue licked upwards and pressed through your pussy’s lips so that he was in the most literal sense tongue-fucking you, a surge of pleasure swept through your body. You raked your fingers through his hair and held onto the roots of his hair for dear life as you felt yet another orgasm come your way.

Proper words evaded you as you came right in Seonghwa’s mouth, and hearing him slurp your pussy up right after made all sorts of thoughts fly through your pleasure-ridden brain swimming in pheromones. You moaned loudly and flung your head back into your pillow as his tongue flicked your clit wildly before toying with it and drawing circles around it. Even more tears slipped out of your eyes the longer it took for this— what was it, fourth?— orgasm to hit you. You let out the most erotic cry when Seonghwa sucked hard on your clit and inserted two fingers into your cunt, and when Seonghwa curled his fingers inside you, that was when you came once more.

As you laid in what you could only describe as a puddle of yourself, Seonghwa moved away from you to take off his pants and grab a condom from your nightstand.

“Seonghwa,” you said his name quietly, your voice wavering as you were afraid that he would overtake you if you tried to speak again.

“Y/N?” Seonghwa responded after he rolled the condom on.

You didn’t even know what you wanted to say to him. Your brain was still swimming, and the only word you could think to say was his name. “Seonghwa,” you repeated.

Seonghwa understood at that point. He moved towards you so that he was kneeling right in between your legs, his penis resting on the bottom of your stomach. Maybe it was because you had tears in your eyes, but it looked like Seonghwa had a weapon of mass destruction.

At first, Seonghwa reached out to your face to wipe your tears, but he stopped— why bother wiping the tears from your eyes if you were just going to have them water up again? So, eyes bleary, you watched as he positioned himself at your entrance. He leaned forward and pressed his lips into the nook of your neck, the tip of his dick barely inside you.

He didn’t really warn you after that. He fully thrusted into your extremely wet pussy, his cock moving in with ease and filling you up entirely— but, because you were incredibly wet, his waist slammed into yours. You choked out a cry. Your hands immediately went to his shoulders and clutched so hard that your nails left tiny crescents in his skin. You didn’t even have the chance to relax your hold on him. He was coming at you with full force, his tempo not changing in the slightest.

“Hnn— Hwa!” you moaned as he continued to slam his dick inside you without letting up. “S-slower! Please!”

“Sorry, Y/N, I seriously can’t stop,” Seonghwa grunted.

He held your waist and pulled you up slightly, making it easier for him to thrust even harder into you. Your hands slipped from his shoulders, causing you to reach for his arms for support instead. You got a good look at his face and saw his eyes darken as the blush on his face reddened. His breathing got rougher, and right before he came, he bit his lower lip and slammed into you one last time. The look on his face was enough to make you cum as well. Seonghwa groaned in pleasure while you cried his name out again. His hold on you relaxed as he pulled out of you. The two of you were panting hard as Seonghwa moved away from you and got off the bed to remove his filled condom.

You thought he would be done. He released a huge load into that condom, so you genuinely thought that he was done for the night. He was far from done, apparently. The second you heard him rip open another condom pack, you froze and looked at him nervously.

“Seonghwa…?” you asked with a shaky voice as you felt the bed dip when he got back on it.

“Y/N, turn around,” Seonghwa said in response.

With his assistance, you turned so that you were on your knees, your hands propping you up. You knew exactly what was coming your way, and although you knew and tried to prepare, you still were completely shocked when Seonghwa thrusted his penis into you with the same immense force as before. You cried out as you felt his hands hold onto your ass cheeks tightly, his fingernails lightly digging into your skin. Despite the fact that you were on your knees, your arms felt like they were ready to give. You went down to your elbows, raising your ass slightly, earning you a pleasant groan from the man pleasuring you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seonghwa bit out before letting out a louder groan, his dick trembling inside of you.

You were weak. You were only able to sit up and kneel on the bed when Seonghwa helped you sit up, his hand on your breast. From behind, he massaged your breast and nibbled on the skin on your neck lightly, your entire body immediately reacting by purring in delight. He let out a deep exhale right next to your ear, making your body tremble even more.

“You’re driving me crazy… How are you so sexy?” Seonghwa asked quietly, unaware that you heard him.

Still not allowing you more than a minute to recover, Seonghwa turned your face and kissed you passionately. His thumb caressed your cheek and went past your ear, heat immediately rushing to your ear. You were so drawn into his sweet kiss and your tongue dancing with his that you didn’t even realize that he had moved you so that he was laying on the bed with your knees trapping his waist. It was only when he broke off the kiss and pushed your shoulders away from him that you realized what he wanted from you.

“Wait,” Seonghwa whispered, his fingers fumbling behind you as he replaced his condom. Once he was ready, he then said, “Okay. Get on.”

You sat up slightly, allowing Seonghwa to position himself before sitting down slowly. You muffled a moan, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you leaned your head back. You felt like his dick shot all the way through you despite the fact that you took your time sitting down. His dick throbbed painfully inside you as you timidly began to move. You gripped his shoulders tightly as you bounced up and down, the sound of your waist hitting his along with your erratic moans and gasps echoing in the room.

“Seonghwa, I can’t,” you whimpered as you felt your hands begin to slip. “My thighs are trembling…”

Without a word, Seonghwa held your hands and pulled you towards him, guiding you so that your chest was pressed against his. He then moved his hands to your ass and assisted you while simultaneously forcing his hips upwards, making your whole body lurch. His lips then connected with yours, overwhelming your brain to the point where your body lost self control. You couldn’t even make the effort to cum properly by moving away from his dick, so the pleasure and satisfaction of your orgasm just got greater from there.

He then flipped you so that you were laying down on the bed once more. He got off the bed and held your legs tightly, guiding them upwards as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. You clutched the bedsheets below you tightly when he rested your legs against his shoulders. Without a second to waste, he slid his dick inside you once again.

Seonghwa held your waist tightly while he continued to thrust at a steady rate, but once he moved his hands down to your ass, he got much faster within seconds. You crossed your legs behind his head as you tried to suppress another significant wave of pleasure, which ended up really turning Seonghwa on.

“You got so tight… Shit, Y/N,” Seonghwa cursed.

You unconsciously bucked your hips upwards when his hands spread your ass cheeks wide. With a sharp inhale, Seonghwa slammed his waist into you, and you felt his cum fill up the condom and warm you up even more.

Seonghwa had cum three times at that point. You thought for sure that he would be done by now, that his balls would be completely drained, but you were wrong and more wrong. Seonghwa could still go.

You looked to the side to see filled condoms piled to the top of the trashcan in your room. You didn’t even realize you had so many condoms in your home in the first place, making you wonder if Seonghwa would stop if you ran out of condoms— but Seonghwa was insatiable, apparently, because he just kept going and going, profanities leaving his lips exponentially.

With a grunt of frustration, Seonghwa pulled out and moved your waist, both of your feet resting on the bed as he propped your knees up. He completely took you by surprise when he lifted your waist up, allowing him to fuck you from a different angle. You felt the tip of his dick glide past your g-spot, your eyes flying open as he repeated the action over and over and over again. You ran your fingers through your hair and cried loudly as your fluid shot out of your body when Seonghwa pulled out suddenly.

Seonghwa’s thighs and torso were covered with your slick. Through bleary eyes, you saw the ghost of a smirk appear on his face, making your brain melt all over again. You closed your eyes and pushed your head back into the bed as you regained your breath and calmed your racing heart. Seonghwa pinned his arms on either side of you as he bent down to leave you with another one of his mind-numbingly amazing kisses. The sounds of your wet kisses reverberated through the room. Seonghwa caressed your face gently as he kissed you over and over again as if he just couldn’t get enough of you.

That was when you were finally able to form a singular thought and vocalize it to him.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered as he released you from his kissing bind, your eyes barely maintaining contact with his.

Seonghwa hummed.

“I like you.”

You watched Seonghwa freeze. He looked right into your eyes and stared at you, his face completely red. He wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you, his lips brushing past your collarbone and neck.

“Say that again,” he whispered in your ear.

“I like you.”

Seonghwa sat up. His hands guided your waist so that you, too, were sitting up. He sat you right in between his legs and hugged your waist, his intense gaze making it near impossible to maintain eye contact with him. A small smile threatened to appear on his face as he leaned closer to you. His soft breaths tickled your chest, making you want to squirm in his embrace.

“How? In what way?”

“In a way that I want to see what a relationship with you would look like.”

“So, romantically?”

At first, you wanted to say no, because that definitely wasn’t the feeling you had; but, when he held you even closer and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, you felt butterflies swarm through you and couldn’t help but cling to him, your hands holding his shoulders tightly.

“I think it could get there,” you murmured.

You felt Seonghwa’s lips against your skin, his mouth pulling into a smile. He left small smooches all over your shoulder, neck, and face, making your body flush to a slightly darker red. His hands went from your waist to your ass, lifting you up a tiny bit off the bed— he wanted to be inside you again. Again. You adjusted yourself and went from holding his shoulders to pressing the palms of your hands on the bed and behind you. He moved forward, his cock sliding right into you. You both rocked your hips in and out of each other, his dick hitting deep inside you.

The feeling of his cock reaching so far inside you was enough to make you cum. Seonghwa, too, apparently; he slammed his hips into you with one final, powerful stroke before the two of you came at the same time, the two of you calling the other’s name in the same moment.

The sun was fully up in the sky by the time Seonghwa’s dick finally calmed down. You were using his arm as a pillow as the two of you laid in your bed. You wrapped your arm around his torso and gave him a light hug, prompting him to rest his head on top of yours.

“You’re insatiable, Seonghwa,” you broke the silence between you two. “Are you always like this?”

“No.”

“So what changed for you to be like this?”

“I’ve been holding back for a long time Y/N.”

“How long?”

“Eighth grade.” You gasped and looked up at him in shock as he continued, “To be honest, I thought it was just some sort of small school crush and that it would disappear over time, but the crush kind of stayed buried until last night.”

“So, if you’ve liked me since then, why did you beat around the bush so hard last night?”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt or would ever feel the same way about me,” Seonghwa admitted honestly. “It’s always nice to hear that someone’s attracted to you, so I wanted to leave it at that in case you definitely didn’t feel anything for me.”

You nodded in understanding and cuddled closer to him, your eyes briefly closing before a sudden thought came into your head.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked him quietly.

Seonghwa merely nodded.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t say anything through middle and high school.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you pre-puberty was just not it,” you couldn’t help but giggle. “I would’ve rejected you in the eighth grade so fast.”

“How dare you!” Seonghwa feigned injury.

His arms instantly hugged you tightly, and he lowered himself so that he could sink his teeth lightly into the skin on your neck. You let out a little yelp as he pushed his body towards yours and slightly weighing you down as his lips neared your ear.

“I’m going to make you regret telling me that,” he whispered ominously.

You were about to retort when you felt his erect dick press against your stomach. You wondered if Seonghwa was even going to let you sleep at all that day— but you already knew the answer: no.

#park seonghwa #seonghwa smut #ateez #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa ateez #seonghwa ateez #ateez seonghwa #broatz

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hwallazia · 2 months

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WE KNOW

pairing: park seonghwa x fem! reader

word count: 1,3k

tags: mafia!au, angst? (if you squint), mob boss!seonghwa, undercover agent!reader, mentions of death (reader’s boyfriend), seonghwa threatens reader at the end (not this being necessarily a death threat).

synopsis: your boyfriend’s murder hurt you for so long. So you were going to do the impossible to revenge his death. One cold night, you meet the head of the responsables of your boyfriend’s death. You thought it would be a piece of cake but he was so much smarter that you. | PART TWO

| a/n: of course this is having a part 2 (I’ll eventually post it, I swear) which will contain smut. This is literally word vomit of my thoughts of mob boss! Seonghwa so I’m so sorry for the shortness of this!

You knew it, you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but your body tends to react faster than your own brain.

With your legs shaking and a lump forming in your throat, you stood in front of the majestic door of the 19-story building, knowing everything you were risking by even stepping on the ceramic floor of the hotel’s luxurious floor; your life and on the other hand your work, your boss had been more than clear that case 3498: “Park Seonghwa” would be handled by special forces and more trained and experienced strategists.

You still couldn’t fully understand why you were in front of the gates of hell of your own free will, but you simply couldn’t miss the opportunity to kill the heir of the ‘Wonderland’ cartel, his men being responsible for the death of your boyfriend, which happened a long time ago. More less two years.

When your squad leader announced that there was a possibility of finally destroying this cartel because of its leader’s murder, your eyes shone; you found hope along the way, after having gone through one full of desolation and tragedy.

That’s why you couldn’t just sit back and pretend that the case had never been mentioned. You decided to take matters into your own hands even when your boss explicitly told you to step aside.

And with a deep sigh, you walked into the hotel, the smell of wood and leather sofas filling your nostrils.

You analyzed the environment, noticing certain people casting their gaze on you. Without giving them much importance, you tried to locate your target.

You walked around the place, meeting many familiar faces and wondering where you knew them from; soon the answer came to your mind, they were people you saw, locked in your office —more like a pretty, decorated prison— in criminal records files. Some of them with quite compromising and illicit antecedents. But this wasn’t the time to think about those people.

Of all the people who were in the building, you had to locate one, which, by the way, you weren’t finding anywhere.

You headed to the elevator and pressed the button that had a downward arrow drawn on it. You waited patiently for the ‘ding’ to announce the arrival of the mechanism, and got on the elevator. Once on the floor you wanted to be, you walked down that hallway full of 2-4 person dining tables, until you finally found your target.

The only way you could attract him into your net was by seducing him, so you could make time to call the special forces. No matter how many lectures your boss gave you later, you could finally avenge the death of your beloved boyfriend.

You approached the mysterious man, your maroon dress shedding some of its fabric due to the slit in your right thigh, falling delicately to the floor. It hugged your anatomy, highlighting your exotic curves. Due to the non-accidental rip in your dress, your shiny white heels were on display. You felt beautiful, and you hoped that Mr. Park Seonghwa would fall for your charms as well.

Taking your dress by the sides, being careful not to step on it, you sat down without saying a word at the same table as the enemy. He somehow sensed a foreign presence, so he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting a companion tonight.” His voice made a delicious shiver run down your spine, straightening your back.

“No handsome man should spend the night alone.” Your feminine and captivating voice made him finally look up and fix his dark, solemn eyes on yours.

“Is that so? Since when?” He raised an eyebrow mischievously.

“Since today, darling.”

A small laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to hide the curve that had formed on his lips.

“Okay, doll. I’ll let us share this dinner together,” He straightened up, focusing all his attention on you, “Why, of all the people gathered here, did you decide to sit at my table?”

“Didn’t I say it already? I think you’re cute, so I decided to keep you company.”

“With what purpose?” He leaned over the table, resting his elbows on his sides.

Very good question, with what purpose had you taken the decision, and the courage, to sit at the same table as the devil? You couldn’t remember anything, it seemed like your mind went blank every time the man fixed his dark irises on you, and the fact that he was doing it right now wasn’t helping matters.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to arrest me…” Your blood suddenly ran cold. Your mind began to spin in search of a sensible answer. Your neurons were so busy thinking meticulously about the words you were going to say that you forgot how ridiculous and desperate you’d look in the process.

“No! Not at all… Nonono,” You let out the longest existing “ehhh” in the middle of your explanation. “My goal with you tonight is different and… personal.”

“Mhm... personal,” The word slid off his tongue dangerously. “Well, I’m dying to know what you’re planning on doing with me tonight.” A curved smile decorated his lips, weakening your legs.

You urgently wanted to change the direction of the conversation, and as if you had manifested it, the food arrived at your table. The waiter placed two plates of medium-rare steak in front of you as an appetizer and a bottle of champagne that he masterfully opened. The clear liquid from the bottle slid smoothly down your glass, bubbles adorning the top of it.

Food flooded your table as you kept a conversation with Seonghwa. It was strange but intriguing. Neither of you gave more information than necessary, both always staying on the edge. You didn’t know when, why, or how but you were both laughing. When you stopped, the gangster let out a sigh and then spoke to you.

“You’re very beautiful. Y’know?” Your cheeks turned a tender pink as you felt them burn. However, you decided to test him, looking at him lustfully, clearly with other intentions. Unfortunately, Seonghwa read you like an open book and rapidly recognized the game you were playing.

“Thanks, handsome. You’re very good-looking as we-”

“Too bad you’re an agent.”

What?

How was it possible? You didn’t give too much information, and you were cautious when speaking. So how the hell does he know you’re an agent? You stayed still in your seat, unable to formulate any excuses.

“Oh, darling. I’m the heir of the greatest mafia in Asia. Didn’t that tell you and your pretty little head something?”

Words simply chose not to slip out of your mouth. So you remained silent, looking down as if you were a just scolded six-year-old girl.

At that point, you didn’t know if you were scared or what, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. It was as if a deafening voice was ringing inside your head repeating ‘don’t. you. dare.’

“I’d love to have you around, I really mean it. You’re lovely. Maybe your head hanging on my coat rack can keep me company.” Seonghwa got up from his seat, going around the table to be face-to-face with you.

“Please, let’s talk rationally.” You naively tried to keep your voice from shaking, but it was impossible. You were terrified of what this man could do to you.

“Follow me, y/n.”

Fuck.

Now there was no way to deny the undeniable. He knew your name, probably your last name, your address, your blood type, and the name of your dog, why not?

Now you were really against a rock and a hard place.

He took your hand carelessly and practically dragged you to one of the countless hotel rooms, away from the crowd. He closed the door behind him and threw you on the bed brusquely.

“W-what are you gonna do to me?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill you, I’m not as ruthless as my father.” You let out a sigh when you heard his words.

“But I am gon’ make you regret trying to arrest me, darling,” He walked towards you and leaned down so he could be face-to-face with you. His lips brushing dangerously against yours. You could see how a flame decorated his dark irises, “So much that you’re gonna wish you never had met me.”

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#park seonghwa #park seonghwa ateez #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa drabble #seonghwa imagines #ateez #ateez x reader #seonghwa scenarios #mob boss seonghwa #ateez x female reader #seonghwa x female reader

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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12:25 - Time of love

Genre: meet cute, fluff, angst if you squint

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: kindergarten-teacher!Seonghwa x reader

Warnings: a kiss, pet names, reader doubts hwa a bit but it all goes away pretty fast, possible grammar mistakes? i dont think there is something else to add aodnlala please lmk if i missed anything

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @bluehwale, @theficblog, @bluisheye93, @pinkimingi, @ssaboala

Being a kindergarten teacher was something Park Seonghwa has always loved—but maybe something, or rather someone, made the dedication grow even bigger when it came to the red haired boy's job.

He was so patient with every little one who stepped inside the dreamy room (the one he has personally decorated in his first year of being a teacher for the babies), and now, in his second year, he couldn't be happier with his achievements—despite being often mistaken with a guy who just wanted to make fun of the principal, pretending he was a teacher; though, even with all the happiness he felt while working with them, he also felt like a piece from the puzzle of his fulfillment was missing, and he was wondering what exactly, but that was way before he met you. Love was absolutely missing from the boy's life, his friends teasing him about that with every occasion, but he stayed silent everytime, a little smirk stretching the corner of his lips as he hoped you would be the last piece of his completion.

You two have first met on a rainy day, when your aunt couldn't make it to your nephew so you had to go pick him up yourself. You still remembered how sad the sky was, pearly tears coming from the wadded clouds as you were running inside the building, trying to protect yourself as much as you could.

"Hwa, my mom is not here yet…" Daehyun, your nephew, sighed, tears beaming at the corners of his eyes.

Seonghwa scooped the toddler in his arms, poking his nose and smiling when the reaction was returned by the younger: "She will be here in no time, buddy. Don't worry."

As soon as you found the classroom your nephew was supposed to be in, you entered it and pressed your back against the wooden door, catching your breath. You threw a small look at your watch, as a little gasp escaped your mouth: 12:25. You were angry, you really wanted to scold your aunt for making last-minute plans when she had a kid to pick up, but when you looked up and saw a comforting smile greeting you, everything got erased from your mind. A red head was standing in front of you, handing you a towel as you got too distracted with staring; some of the messy strands were resting on his forehead, accentuating his pink lips, and the small blush that adorned his cheeks when he made eye contact with you. There was no way this man was the teacher, right?

The said not teacher (as you thought) was a bit shocked too, meeting the eyes of an unseen, but a very pretty person, instead of who he was actually expecting.

"Y/N!" your nephew screamed happily, coming straight to you and grabbing your legs in a hug.

You smiled a bit, looking at the stranger in front of you and finally accepting the towel from his hands.

"Rain got pretty heavy, huh?" he asked, his sweet, yet deep voice resonating in your ears.

"It did… thank you for the towel," you said and he nodded softly, before you asked him another thing—one that he expected, but it still led him to burst into a bright laughter: "Where is the teacher?"

"Y/NNNN, he is the teacher!" your nephew said, looking at you as your eyes widened.

Your aunt has mentioned that Daehyun's teacher was young, though you didn't imagine him to be that young—this man was probably your age. You should have thought about it, but instead, here you were, face red in embarrassment.

"Don't worry about that, Y/N; it happens everytime." he said calmly, loving the way your name stretched his lips. "I'm Seonghwa, nice to meet you."

You gave him a small smile, nodding as you two shook hands.

"So, do you need a ride home?"

You really needed one, hence you accepted it—and there you were today, picking up your nephew for the nth time while laughing with Seonghwa about your day.

"Y/N, Seonghwa always brags about how pretty you are." your nephew laughed softly, not fully understanding what that was supposed to mean at his fragile age of five, yet knowing it had to mean something since the compliment painted your cheeks in a crimson red.

Anyone would notice it; the way his eyes sparkled whenever you laughed at one of his jokes, or the way he looked at you with so much attention. And the smiles, oh, the sweet smiles he gave you every time you stepped into his little shelter. He was in love with you, and he hoped you felt the same.

"He's right, Y/N," Seonghwa added, loving the impact he had on you. This was his lucky chance. "Since I can't stop thinking about you… would you like to go on a date with me?"

You had no idea how much you needed to hear this, but you knew it was right; thus, you accepted his offer once again.

Seonghwa had quite a tiring day, which is why he decided to sleep a bit before the special date, not daring to text you and cancel it. He knew that as soon as he would see you, he would feel better. Little did he know, though, that his alarm had other plans.

The scenery of the place where you decided to meet was absolutely beautiful; the soft breeze was screaming spring, while the petals of the blooming trees were landing gracefully on the cold pavement, creating a warm, fragrant carpet made out of little flowers. You settled on a wooden bench, lips curling in bliss at the thought of spending your evening with Seonghwa. You looked at your watch, noticing he was a bit late. Quite weird for a teacher, you thought, but decided to let him get away with it, thinking that he probably had something in his mind. You waited and waited, but when the watch indicated that he was one hour late, you kinda lost your patience. Was he joking? Did he make fun of me? Your thoughts started to invade your head, and you let yourself fall in the dark abyss of overthinking; you needed to leave, before you could embarrass yourself even more. You got ready to do so, almost reaching the entrance of the park, when you could hear someone calling your name.

"Y/N, wait!" Seonghwa said, running until he could finally face you. "I'm sorry, I was really tired and I fell asleep…" he said, regret obvious in his now trembling voice.

Despite the anger you felt for him before, it seemed to dissipate into the void when you looked into his eyes—his beautiful eyes, the same ones that looked at you with so much love, begging for your forgiveness now.

"You could have just canceled it." you said, not wanting him to overwork himself.

"Absolutely not! I already screwed up big time, but let me make it up to you." he smiled sweetly and tucked a hair strand behind your ear, while handing you a big bouquet of roses.

He really never failed to impress you, ever since the first time you entered his joyful classroom, making your way to his heart at the same time—and he definitely knew how to make your heart jump as well. You took the flowers and gave him a big hug, your hands resting around his neck while he squeezed your waist with his own.

"You look handsome today, Hwa." you smiled, booping his nose when you saw him getting shy at the nickname you gave him; he had to make it even.

"You look even prettier, love," he said, getting closer to your face as you both closed your eyes. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" he made sure, caressing your face softly, fingertips resting on each side of your cheeks.

"Don't waste more time."

Your lips brushed softly over each other's, locking into a tender kiss. Joy bubbled up inside of your chests as you intertwined your fingers together, giggling softly while rubbing your noses together. Maybe the date didn't start as you expected it to, but it definitely ended better than you would have imagined.

"My friends would be so shocked to find out I have a lover!" Seonghwa squealed happily, while the two of you walked down the alley of the park.

"You didn't ask me, though?" you teased, hitting his shoulder playfully. "But it's okay, I will. Will you be my boyfriend, Park Seonghwa?" you smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders as you looked at him.

"Gladly, sweets." he answered, placing a loving kiss on your forehead, linking his arm with yours.

You couldn't be happier for the day your aunt sent you to pick up your niece, thanking everyone for the little encounter you've had with your boyfriend. You would be more than happy to be on each other's side now, watching as the two of you grow inside the nets of your chosen destiny, together.

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syncoflove · 4 days

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[#성화] 날씨 너무 좋다 좋은하루 보내여💕

#ATEEZ #에이티즈

Trans:

[#SeongHwa] The weather is so nice. Have a nice day. 💕

#ateez #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #park seonghwa ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez park seonghwa #seonghwa twitter update #seonghwa icons #seonghwa moodboard #seonghwa update #ateez icons #ateez moodboard

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chaerssss · 3 months

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REDAMANCY

Word count:- 2.5k

Pairings:- childhoodbestfriend!hwa x y/n

Type:- Mini series (part 2)

Genre:- Fluff, angst, romance, comedy, a hint of fake relationship. (look forward to the smut in other parts besties!)

Song reccs:- Love, Maybe (secret number), stay with me (miki matsubara), Day and night (Jung seung hwan), Some (bol4)

Seonghwa's theme:- Ditto instrumental (NewJeans)

Y/n's theme:- Gone instrumental (Rosé)

FYI:- The title means a love returned in full

"it'll remind you of us."

The last words.

He heard from you.

It was like a cruel joke, a twisted game of fate. He had come full circle, back to where he started. No progress, no communication, just a crushing feeling of uselessness and heartache. The more he dwelled on it, the more he questioned himself. How could he have let this happen? You were the light in his life, the reason he woke up each morning and stayed up late at night. And now, you wanted to leave. But he couldn't accept it. He couldn't just let you go, not after all you meant to him. It wasn't over for him, not by a long shot.

You were drowning in the hustle and bustle of work, barely keeping your head above water. It was your coping mechanism, but let's be real, it wasn't sustainable. Hongjoong could see right through your facade and was constantly urging you to take a break, maybe even go on a vacation. He knew exactly what was causing your stress, who was causing it. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't do much to help. Letting go was easier said than done. How could you move on after just a few weeks when you've been holding on for seven long years? It was a tough pill to swallow.

"Y/n!" The waitress called out your name, and you hurried over to grab your order. As you fumbled through your pockets for payment, you noticed someone nearby drop their wallet. Without a second thought, you sprang into action and caught it with lightning-fast reflexes. "Oh, your wallet," you said, standing up to return it to its rightful owner.

And then you saw her.

Her hair was a waterfall of luscious black locks that cascaded down to her waist, so wavy and voluminous that you couldn't help but stare. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of branded sunglasses, but when she spoke, her voice was like a chorus of angels singing. "Oh, thank you so much," she said, her politeness only adding to her allure.

You couldn't help but think that you understood why Seonghwa would kiss her. With a woman like that, who wouldn't be tempted to steal a kiss?

Your heart skipped a beat and a wave of panic washed over you, causing your breath to hitch. Without a second thought, you hastily made your way out of the café, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But just as you were about to flee, a sight that could only be described as breathtaking stopped you in your tracks. There stood Seonghwa, leaning against his sleek car, exuding an aura of undeniable charm. It all suddenly made sense - the mysterious woman you had glimpsed inside the café. You knew you had to disappear, ensuring he wouldn't catch a glimpse of you.

As you confidently stride along the path, a resonant voice beckons to you. Distinct from Seonghwa's timbre, it compels you to turn around and behold a familiar countenance donning a puffer jacket that exudes an air of intimidation were it not for his welcoming smile.

"San?" You mumbled as he slipped his way to you, like a child. "Hey, its been such a long time."

"Of course it has been, what are you doing back in town though?" You asked while ruffling his hair, by standing on your tippy-toes. "Hey not my hair!" He said as he tried to settle them back, "nothing just came back for a vacay, mom was missing me..hey you got even shorter than last time I saw you!" He said in a teasing tone while he compared his height with yours.

"Hey I'm not short!" With angry pout, you walked further now with a company. His attention went to all the coffee you had in your hand and he insisted on helping you. "don't tell me you're going to drink this all.." he sounded concern bt you laughed and gently nudged him.

"New employees came, and some interns so they've been working hard." Although, you said it with a smile, San saw your tired eyes. "Have you not been sleeping well?" And he sees the smile on your disappear for a bit but you bring it back and look at him, "No, I'm just growing older."

"Come on, spill it out," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of unrequited love pressing down on you. Every day seemed like a struggle, carrying the burden of loving someone who could never be yours. If only there was a little more time, just a tiny bit more, maybe things could have been different.

"Is it the guy you always talked about?" The words hung in the air, and both of you fell into a contemplative silence. San could sense that he had struck a nerve. "Yeah, him..."

You were strolling along, casually pouring your heart out to San as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The memory of the first time you laid eyes on him still lingers in your mind. He was slightly smaller back then, but hey, you're definitely not complaining about his growth. What struck you the most was his undeniable sweetness, even though his aura could be a tad intimidating. But here's the thing, talking to him felt like a warm embrace, so effortless and comforting. Oh boy, that blind date? Let's just say it was an absolute disaster.

It was a day filled with torrential rain, the kind that makes you question why you even bothered with a blind date. As you anxiously waited at the restaurant you had reserved, a group of intimidating men, resembling something out of a mobster movie, caught your attention. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, you spotted San, sneaking towards you with desperation in his eyes. He pleaded for you to hide him, and somehow, in a stroke of sheer luck, you managed to conceal him under the table.

San had always been a troublemaker back in college, but little did you know that he would turn out to be the unexpected source of laughter on this disastrous evening. Despite the chaos surrounding you, his witty remarks and mischievous charm managed to lighten the mood. However, as the night progressed, a harsh reality hit both of you like a ton of bricks - neither of you had any money. Your wallet had mysteriously vanished, and those menacing goons had stolen San's wallet, the very ones he had dared to mock.

With no other options in sight, you found yourselves facing the daunting task of washing dishes to pay off your unexpected debt. As you stood side by side, scrubbing away at the remnants of other people's meals, laughter filled the air. It was in that moment, amidst the suds and the clattering of plates, that you realized there was something undeniably special about this chaotic encounter.

Sometimes, the most memorable moments in life are born out of the most unexpected circumstances. And as you and San shared this bizarre experience, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this blind date disaster could turn into something extraordinary.

But, your heart was already stolen by a special someone. It's a common dilemma to wonder if you and your crush were meant to be, especially when the timing just doesn't seem right. As you pondered this, San noticed the sadness in your eyes and casually suggested, "Want to make him jealous?" His mischievous mind was clearly at work, and you couldn't help but be surprised by his bold suggestion.

And there was San, bursting with excitement as he unveiled his grand idea, leaving you utterly fascinated by the workings of his brilliant mind.

"Remember that incredible festival our town throws to celebrate the vibrant youth? The one that brings together people from all walks of life, aged between 20 and 40?" he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but anticipate what he had in store.

"He's going to be there... and guess what? You're coming with me!" San exclaimed, his voice filled with anticipation. "We'll dress up as a couple, or better yet, we'll act like one. Can you imagine the fun we'll have?" he chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, unable to comprehend the audacity of his proposal. "You must be a fan of those romantic movies, huh?" you quipped, unable to hide your amusement. (As if you are not.)

"I won't," you said, your gaze fixed on the ground, that familiar smile gracing your lips once again. San knew that smile all too well, a mixture of resignation and longing. It was as if your emotions were an open book, easily deciphered by those who cared enough to pay attention.

"Why, y/n?" San asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Because he loves someone else, San," you replied, your voice trembling with a hint of sadness. "How can I possibly come between them? It wouldn't be fair to anyone involved."

Your words hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet confession of unrequited love. The weight of your emotions threatened to break your voice, but you soldiered on.

"If only I had the courage back then, if only I had known that what I felt was love," you continued, your voice growing stronger with each word. "I would have confessed my feelings, without hesitation. But now, it's too late. I can't turn back time."

Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with San, his concern evident in his worried gaze.

"I don't think I'm meant to be with him, San," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mix of resignation and self-doubt. "Perhaps destiny has other plans for me. It's a painful realization, but I have to accept it."

As the words left your lips, a sense of acceptance washed over you. Though the path of unrequited love was a difficult one to tread, you knew deep down that you were strong enough to endure. And perhaps, just perhaps, there was a different love waiting for you, one that was meant to be.

"You know what..." San's abrupt pause caught you off guard, causing you to come to a sudden stop as well. His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of intensity and audacity. "You're an idiot!" he exclaimed, his tone devoid of any remorse. Confusion washed over you as you questioned, "What?"

"Yes, you are," he began, his voice laced with conviction. "You're telling me that you're willing to sacrifice your true love for someone who came between you and Seonghwa?" His eyebrows furrowed, reflecting his own inability to comprehend your actions. "What do you mean?" you asked, desperately seeking clarification.

"Y/n... it was always you and Seonghwa from the very beginning... she's the one who came between you two. And if we're talking about love and all... how can you be so certain that he loves someone else? What if he feels something for you too?" San's words were filled with determination, his unwavering belief shining through. It only made you scoff in response, dismissing his suggestion. "San, he doesn't..."

"Well, we can find out together," he proposed, his voice brimming with excitement. "By going to the festival." The mere thought of embarking on this adventure with San ignited a spark within you, filling you with a sense of anticipation and curiosity.

As you step into the festival, your senses are immediately overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of the bustling event. Food stalls line the streets, tempting you with their delicious aromas, while rides and games beckon you to come and play. But amidst all the excitement, you can't help but notice the abundance of couples around you.

Just as you're taking it all in, your friend San sneaks up behind you and surprises you with an ice cream. "Already looking for him?" he teases, and you shoot him a glare. "I don't think you have the right to mock me," you retort, "especially since you practically dragged me here."

But San just laughs at your adorable reaction. "Oh, don't be like that, baby," he says, leaning in a little too close for comfort. "Don't you know we're a couple today?"

Your heart skips a beat as he inches even closer, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "You're a little close, don't you think?" you manage to stammer out.

But San just grins, his eyes locked on yours. "Can't I?" he murmurs, leaning in even closer. "After all, you're my girlfriend, right?"

And there you are, playfully kicking his shins, causing him to hunch down in pain. "Don't mess with me right now," you assert, but San simply laughs away the discomfort. It's unbelievable that you're actually matching outfits with this man, wearing the clothes he personally picked out. Oh, the lengths you go for love!

But alas, Seonghwa is nowhere to be found. Maybe he didn't show up, thinking these things are too cheesy. Just as you start to lose hope, as if on cue, you catch a glimpse of him. His silhouette stands out in the crowd, and you can even make out his arm... which is being held by someone else.

Uh-oh, he's spotted you. You watch as he struts towards you, looking absolutely stunning. But just as he's about to reach you, San swoops in and pulls you close by your waist. You're so close to him that you can feel his chest against yours, and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your heart starts racing, and you can feel your cheeks turning red. You knew what you were getting into, but this is still a lot to handle. Suddenly, you hear Seonghwa's voice calling out your name, and you snap back to reality.

As Seonghwa's business partner, Soo Hyun Jee stood beside him, her eyes locked onto you. Finally, she breaks the silence, calling out your name. You meet her gaze, and she can't help but comment, "So this is the famous y/n, huh?" With a hesitant gesture, she extends her hand towards you, and you shake it, feeling a sense of unease. "He never stops talking about you, y/n," she adds, introducing herself as Soo Hyun Jee. But there's something in her hesitation that sets you on edge, as if she's implying more than just a business partnership with Seonghwa. And there he stands, Seonghwa, frozen like a statue, unable to comprehend what he's witnessing in that moment.

Meanwhile, San, his hands still resting on your waist, takes the opportunity to introduce himself. "I'm Choi San, nice to meet you both." He extends his hands to both Soo Hyun Jee and Seonghwa, a subtle hint that he's aware of the tension in the air. "I assume you're y/n's friends?" he asks, trying to diffuse the situation.

Seonghwa finally finds his voice and confirms, "Yes, I am." But his words carry a weight, hinting at a deeper connection between you and him. "and how do you fit into y/n's life?" His eyes flickered over to San, who couldn't help but snicker at his over-the-top performance. You couldn't help but roll your eyes - if only he knew how ridiculous he looked. "It's a bit complicated at the moment, but I'm confident I can win over Miss y/n," he boasted. You slowly turned your head towards him, a creepy smile on your face, silently begging him to tone it down a notch. He must have sensed your disapproval because he quickly cleared his throat and suggested they all sit down and chat. You knew this was going to be one awkward rollercoaster ride.

Throughout the entire night, San was acting as though he was absolutely whipped for you, unable to keep his hands off of you. He effortlessly fulfilled all the typical couple activities, playfully making you feed him, capturing adorable pictures together, even helping you clean your mouth after a meal. He was a true gentleman, always ready to pull out a chair for you or offer his coat if you so much as shivered.

But amidst all the bliss, there was a moment when your eyes met Seonghwa's gaze. In that fleeting instant, you could see the pain and sorrow etched in his expression. It was a look that threatened to break your heart, so you quickly averted your eyes, unwilling to let yourself succumb to the emotions that would surely overwhelm you.

However, Hyun Jee, ever observant, couldn't help but notice the disdainful glances Seonghwa directed towards San. It was as if he believed he could outdo San's sweet gestures, scoffing at each one. Hyun Jee couldn't help but chuckle softly, fully aware that Seonghwa was undeniably smitten with you.

You're in a bit of a pickle. You're not sure if trying to make him jealous would even work, because it seems like he's got a trick up his sleeve. He's been getting a little too cozy with his "business partner" and it's making you wonder if he's playing the reverse card on you. But man, does he make you laugh! So, you decided to take matters into your own hands and give San a quick peck on the cheek. The poor guy nearly choked on his water and Seonghwa's eyes practically popped out of his head!

After your little tiff, you guys were ready to hit the road when suddenly, Seonghwa's mom appeared out of nowhere. Talk about bad timing!

"Hwa? Is that really you?" she exclaimed, approaching the four of you with a grin. In that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks - you had lied to both of your parents about your relationship. Panic set in as you exchanged a quick glance with Seonghwa, silently urging each other to come up with a plan.

Before you could even gather your thoughts, San burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. "Ahaha, yes ma'am, we were indeed on a date at the festival," he blurted out, "and y/n is so affectionate, you won't believe i got kis-" You swiftly kicked his shin, a desperate attempt to silence him, and nervously chuckled, "Oh, he's just had a bit too much to drink, aunty...haha." Seonghwa quickly jumped in to cover your tracks, "Yes, mom, this is my friend San. We actually bumped into him here with his girlfriend, believe it or not. What brings you here, by the way?"

As you tried to navigate this unexpected encounter, the air was thick with tension and the need to keep up appearances. It was a delicate dance of weaving half-truths and quick thinking, all while desperately hoping that your web of lies wouldn't unravel before our eyes.

"Oh, I was just out running an errand and somehow managed to lose my way. It's been ages since I've wandered these streets, so I'm relieved to have stumbled upon you two. I assume you have your car, Hwa? Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!"

With a playful nudge to both Hwa and yourself, she made it clear that it was time to leave San behind. Taking a deep breath, you leaned in and whispered to him, "I'll call you later to explain everything. Oh, and..." Your gaze shifted to Hyun jee, "make sure you take her home safely." And with that, you reluctantly followed your so-called mother-in-law.

Just great. Now you were stuck sitting in the same car as him. Despite your best efforts to convince Seonghwa's mother to take the passenger seat, you found yourself seated right beside him.

The atmosphere inside the car was thick with an almost tangible silence, as if it had a weight of its own. Not a single one of you had the audacity to break the stillness. Instead, your eyes were fixated on the passing streets, seeking solace in the outside world.

Just when you thought the silence would persist indefinitely, Seonghwa's mother shattered it with a seemingly innocent question, delivered with an air of nonchalance. "So, when am I going to be blessed with some adorable grandkids?" Her words hung in the air, carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

It was as if a sudden jolt of electricity surged through the car, instantly capturing everyone's attention. The question had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but exchange glances, searching for a way to respond. Seonghwa's mother, with her innocent expression, seemed oblivious to the impact of her words.

"Mom!" Seonghwa whined, his face turning a bright shade of red as he desperately tried to make his mom realize how inappropriate her questions were. "Aigoo, just look at him, so embarrassed! I know you two have already taken that step!" His mom continued, causing you to feel utterly mortified. You coughed and choked, desperately signaling your discomfort.

Finally, Seonghwa's mom ended the awkwardness with a sweet note. "Hey, I was just trying to lighten the mood. I know you two had a fight. And if it's because of you, Hwa, I'll scold you a lot. So, you better treat Y/N the way she deserves, alright?" She then turned to you, gently patting your head. "Y/N, my dear, I hope you find comfort with my son. And if there's ever a problem, you can always discuss it with me. I'm always here for you. Take good care of him too. You know how much of a crybaby he is..." With those words, she stepped off at her house.

"Leave Y/n at her house," she said, waving as she started to walk back. But then, she suddenly screamed, "I'm giving you an opportunity to give me grandkids!" This only made you and Seonghwa even more embarrassed.

The car ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, but then, unexpectedly, Seonghwa broke it with a hesitant question, "So, San...huh?" Your heart skipped a beat as you let out a sigh, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, "Yeah." But then, he said your name, and it was like magic. The way he pronounced it made your name sound like a symphony, flowing effortlessly from his lips. How could you possibly resist him? Please, Seonghwa, don't do this to me. Your mind raced with thoughts, desperately trying to keep your emotions in check. And then, he asked the question that pierced your heart, "...do you hate me?"

You sit there, your mind racing as you try to decide what to do. Your fingers fidget nervously as you contemplate your response. Finally, you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, "What if I say yes?"

His heart sank as he let out a heavy sigh, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. The weight of his words hung in the air, shattering your world into a million pieces. The last thing you wanted was for him to stay away from you. "I love you, and I want you near me, I need you Seonghwa," you thought desperately, your heart aching with longing.

But what if you had the courage to tell him exactly how you felt? What if you took a leap of faith and bared your soul to him? With a deep breath, you gathered your strength and spoke, your voice as cold as ice, cutting through the tension. "That wouldn't happen unless you tell your parents the truth." A challenge and a plea all at once.

In that moment, Seonghwa realized the gravity of his actions. He had given up, succumbing to the unbearable weight of your disdain. He couldn't fathom what he had done to make you despise him so deeply. The pain etched on his face mirrored the ache in your own heart.

You were in a state of emotional turmoil, with tears streaming down your face as you confided in your mother about Seonghwa's mistreatment towards you throughout the day. Which you were a 90 per cent reason of.

However, when you disclosed that you and Seonghwa were never in a relationship, your mother's response caught you off guard. She had known all along, and it seemed like your parents were secretly rooting for you two to be together.

As your mother comforted you, she reminded you of your long-standing attraction towards Seonghwa. Even as a child, you felt a need to protect him, and in high school, he was always there to protect you. Your parents believed that you two were destined to be together.

Your father chimed in, emphasizing the importance of communication. Your mother then asked the question that you were hesitant to answer. "Did Seonghwa make you feel something?" You couldn't deny it. "I swear when he looks at me i can't breathe and i find myself incomplete without him. However, with him, I know i would be exactly where i wanted to be."

Your father couldn't resist teasing you, joking about how he couldn't believe he was listening to his daughter talk about her crush. Nonetheless, the laughter that ensued was a welcome relief from the tears.

Ultimately, your parents encouraged you to communicate with Seonghwa and explore where your feelings could lead you.

Somewhere in a different scene, things were quite the same, Seongjwa was also in his besides his mother, crying, pouring out his feelings to her. He recieved the same replies he same encouragements...but it was easier said than done. He spent the night awake, his heart aching with longing for you. The mere thought of your absence made him restless, yearning to hold you close and whisper sweet words in your ear.

He leaned against the cool glass door, his hair disheveled and falling around his face. Wearing an oversized shirt that revealed his delicate collarbones, he murmured to himself, "I miss you y/n-ah..." in the quiet of the night.

Seonghwa was determined to make you his, knowing deep down that you shared the same feelings for him. He believed that you too had endured years of pain and longing. He was determined to make up for all the mistakes he had made.

He held your earring tightly in his hand, bringing it close to his chest and feeling the warmth of your presence in his heart. With a tender kiss, he whispered those three magical words, "I love you..."

You rubbed your eyes and stumbled out of bed, still groggy from sleep. As you made your way out of your childhood bedroom, you were met with an infectious energy that filled the air. Your parents were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, and you couldn't help but feel curious about what was going on.

"Guess what? We're going to Italy!" your mom exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with joy. Your dad was already planning out all the tourist hotspots he wanted to visit. And yet it took you a lot of time to realise they actually meant it.

it's been a whole week since the whole 'italy trip' announcement and you found yourself seated on an airplane, right next to the one and only Seonghwa. you couldn't help but feel like you were caught in the middle of your parents' mischievous plan. It's like they ship you and Seonghwa more than you ship yourself! You even tried to complain to your mom about Seonghwa already having a girlfriend, but she quickly reminded you, "Oh, they broke up, remember?"

But here's the thing, deep down inside, you can't shake the feeling that Seonghwa's ex-girlfriend has made a grand return, disguised as his so-called 'business partner'. It's like a plot twist straight out of a romantic comedy!

And if that wasn't enough, your mom hit you with another perfect reason to go along with this trip. Apparently, Seonghwa's parents still believe you two are in a relationship. Talk about pressure! But hey, you couldn't resist the allure of this adventure, and you had no idea that Seonghwa's parents were in on the whole charade. It's like they were playing cupid, orchestrating this grand opportunity for you and Seonghwa.

And, Seonghwa was not about to let this chance slip through his fingers. He was determined to make the most of it, no matter what. Who knows what surprises await you on this journey? One thing's for sure, it's going to be a wild ride!

What really got under your skin was how much attention your parents lavished on Seonghwa. They seemed to prioritize him over you in every way imaginable - from giving him your favorite blanket to supplying him with an endless array of snacks. And whenever you tried to speak up, it was as if they were completely oblivious to your existence. It was beyond frustrating, especially when you know your mom would brush off your concerns with a casual "Oh, come on, he's my future son-in-law." If complained. Ugh.

As you shoot a sidelong glance at your parents one last time before the plane takes off, you can't help but feel a pang of annoyance. He turns to you and whispers, "I think your parents like me even more than you do..." You roll your eyes, unable to deny the fact that you actually liked him.

Now, he's sitting there, munching on the strawberries your mother specially handed him, and his gaze is fixed on you. "Why do you keep staring at me?" you finally ask, unable to ignore his intense gaze any longer.

He leans in slightly, his voice barely audible as he whispers, "Sorry, it's just a force of habit..." Then, he playfully pulls down the sleeping mask on your head, covering your eyes. "I can't help but look at that ridiculously cute face of yours." You're grateful for the mask, as it shields you from having to face him directly. Your heart is racing, and you're certain your cheeks are flushed. How on earth are you going to survive this eleven hour long flight?

Seonghwa's heart was racing as he sat there, feeling the same way you do. He knew he had to step up his game because he wanted you to be his. he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of you being his. After three hours of trying to sleep, he finally managed to doze off for a little over half an hour. Suddenly, he felt something heavy on his shoulder and when he looked over, he saw you sleeping soundly next to him. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable you looked.

As he traced your cheeks and tucked your hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to be yours. "Be mine y/n," he whispered softly. Seeing you so peaceful and relaxed made him chuckle a bit, knowing how different you were in real life. But his moment of bliss was interrupted by someone kicking your chair.

He saw you twitch and he held on for his dear life, and immediately spoke up. "Could you please control that kid of yours? My girlfriend is trying to sleep," he said, before putting a blanket on you and caressing your forehead and placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, hoping that you would feel safe and loved in his arms. But what he didn't predict, was that person asking him if you, aka, 'his gf' "your girlfriend slept alright?" And you were already throwing glares his way.

And just like that, 11 hours had slipped away in the blink of an eye, leaving you standing at the airport with your massive suitcases. You couldn't deny it, the thrill of adventure was starting to fade away, replaced by a creeping sense of exhaustion. All that remained was a mere flicker of excitement as you finally arrived at the hotel.

"And both of your room number is 3001. Here's the key," the receptionist announced, handing over the precious key. As you stood there, barely able to keep your eyes open, Seonghwa eagerly snatched the key from her hands with a cheerful smile. Goodness gracious, you thought to yourself, there's no way you can survive living with him.

"Alright, let me get this straight," Seonghwa declared with a mischievous grin as the two of you stepped into the room. "You can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." But before you could even take a step further, you halted in your tracks, disbelief etched across your face. "You honestly expect me to live here with you?" Your reaction caught Seonghwa off guard, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Why... what do you mean, y/n?" he scoffed, his voice tinged with confusion.

"Seonghwa," you took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on him, "I told you to give up this whole fake dating charade. You know very well that you're still entangled with your girlfriend, and I'll just end up being the homewrecker in this situation."

You continued to ramble, unaware that he was slowly making his way towards you. As he closed the distance, you instinctively took a step back, only to find yourself pressed against the wall. His intense gaze never wavered, and he loomed over you, leaving you with no escape.

Inhaling deeply, you locked eyes with Seonghwa, refusing to back down. He leaned in closer, placing his arm against the wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. He simply stood there, studying your face as if he were capturing every detail in his mind's eye.

The air grew thick, and you couldn't help but feel breathless as you returned his intense gaze, standing your ground without hesitation. And then, he leaned in even closer, so close that your breaths mingled, his intoxicating scent enveloping your senses.

God, if it weren't for your pride, you would have kissed him right then and there. And then, in a raspy, deep voice you had never heard before, he spoke, "Did you think I was going to kiss you?"

A rush of butterflies erupted in your stomach, making it difficult to breathe. Your mind was a blur, consumed by his presence. From the tip of his nose to his soft lips, he had your undivided attention.

But you weren't alone in that room. A few hotel guests passed by, casting strange glances your way. Without missing a beat, Seonghwa shielded you with his towering frame, his eyes fixed on the onlookers. He was dangerously close, and it sent a thrill down your spine.

It's crazy, but yeah..in the end you did find yourself on the bed of the hotel room. However, sleep did not greet you the whole night. So, the next day you were practically half-asleep as your families, explored the various monuments and places in Venice.

The three days were absolutely tiring, during the day you tried to act like a couple, and during night you had to cope up with the awkwardness due to his presence.

Until one night ...

"You're awake right?" you whispered, hoping for a response. You could sense his presence behind you, even though your backs were turned towards each other. "Yes" he replied and then went quiet. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, as if it had taken over every inch of space.

And then, breaking the stillness, he began, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. You could tell he was about to reveal something that would ignite a spark within you. "You know," he said, drawing out the words, "those bracelets I gave you... they weren't just ordinary bracelets."

"they were wish bracelets"

He said and you remembered they were once a trend back in when you were in middle school.

"You wear them...and when they fall, you know your wish is about to come true."

"..."

"I didn't untie it at graduation, it fell...i thought I'd lost it."

Your breath became quicker, "but you found it."

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