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wonusite · 5 months

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The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

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bro-atz · 10 days

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sun's out

in which: you and seonghwa are on a picnic and, well, one thing leads to another.

pair: idol!bf!seonghwa/afab!gf!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: smut, public sex, unprotected sex (REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), nicknames (baby), some cockwarming, hwa feeds you strawberries, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: "for my beautiful partner of five years, maya" — @juyofans 2024; and @yunhoszn also requested to be tagged so here you are babes; also, if you're not imagining this fit while you read, you're not imagining right jsyk

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Since he had a couple days to spare in between schedules, Seonghwa decided to make up all the lost time with you by taking you out on a picnic. He told you to wear your prettiest outfit and “make yourself look nice for him”— as if he had to tell you, but seeing the words on the screen from him made all sorts of shivers run down your spine. So, you did your makeup and hair all pretty, and you wore the cutest little sundress that you had been saving for a special occasion— a white one with strawberries all over it— and matching strappy heels before taking off.

The second you saw Seonghwa at the location he texted you to meet him at, you nearly foamed at the mouth. He, with his flattering, black tank top, wide cut black jeans, and black cowboy hat, was stunning. He was so stunning, in fact, you feared that if you looked right at him, you would go blind.

“Seonghwa!” you greeted from afar as you broke into a light jog to get to him.

You jumped into Seonghwa’s outstretched arms, the man immediately giggling as he twirled you around.

“Hi, baby,” he sighed into your ear. He set you down and held your hands as his eyes scanned you up and down, the tips of his ears starting to turn red as he said, “Look at you dressed up all nice and pretty for me… You make me so happy, you know that?"

A faint blush rose to your cheeks. Before you could even gather words in your head to respond, Seonghwa kissed your cheek and led you over to a large tree where he had spread out a picnic blanket, glasses, a bottle of wine, and a picnic basket.

The two of you sat down and talked in hushed tones while sipping on the white wine Seonghwa had expertly chose for your little picnic date, the two of you laughing, smiling, and enjoying the company. It had been so long since the two of you were able to experience a normal date instead of having to sneak over to the ATEEZ dorm or him over to your apartment— it was truly refreshing.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you suddenly said, slightly startling the man. “I brought something for us.”

You went on all fours and reached for your bag— you had put it on one of the corners of the picnic blanket to keep it down— and started rummaging through it. You wanted to take polaroid pictures with your boyfriend, and you specifically set it aside to bring it for your date, but it seemed like you left it at home because it was nowhere inside your bag. You cursed under your breath and continued to rifle through your bag as if you would magically produce the camera, but that was obviously not going to happen.

While you struggled, Seonghwa, who was at first interested in what you brought, had shifted his attention elsewhere. You had crossed over in front of him, giving you a nice view of your chest, and his mouth was practically foaming when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra or pasties or anything. Fuck, he was rock hard, and he needed to do something about it fast.

You sat up and were about to complain to him about the fact that you left the polaroid at home when you took a look at his dazed face, confusing you slightly.

“Hwa? What’s wrong?”

“C’mere, baby,” he uttered, his hands patting his lap. “Sit.”

You shifted towards him, your legs on either side and straddling him before you lowered yourself slowly onto his lap, your clothed cunt immediately pressing against his stiff crotch— and that’s when you realized the situation. Your body started warming up when Seonghwa placed his hands on your thighs, his fingers slowly slipping the dress upwards, his hands beginning to pet your thighs.

“Hwa,” you breathed out as you tried to push his hands away. “Not here—”

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?” he purred, his nose brushing against your ear. “There’s no way I can wait. I need you right now.”

His hands slid up the bottom of your dress and cupped your asscheeks before clenching tightly, your hands flying to his shoulders to support yourself as you suppressed every single raunchy noise that threatened to leave your lips. You heard him inhale through his teeth before he bit his lip and gazed at you on his lap with hungry eyes.

“Baby, bite down on this for me,” Seonghwa asked softly as he held up the front of your dress by the hem up to your lips.

You did as he asked, giving you the nicest view of your bare breasts, waistline, and tiny thong which was practically useless as it revealed practically everything. Seonghwa ran his tongue over his lower lip as he stared at your body, his hands quickly working on his belt and pants, his cock springing up the second he pushed his underwear down. Before you could formally protest further, he pushed your barely-there-panties aside and slipped his cock in to your soaking wet pussy.

“Wow, look at that,” he whispered teasingly as he felt you tense up around him. “You want this just as much as I do, baby. You’re so fucking wet.”

Seonghwa’s first swear word of the day made tingles run down your spine. It was true— you desperately wanted him ever since you saw him in the distance with that outfit on and the cowboy hat on his head, but it was the fact that he was going to fuck you in public that scared you.

“Don’t worry, baby. This is private property, and even if people show up, they’ll just think we’re being lovey-dovey as long as you stay quiet…” Seonghwa whispered as he read your mind (God, you loved that he knew you so fucking well). “Unless you want everyone to hear you being fucked like a whore.”

Another wave of tingles surfed over your body, making you grip his shoulders even tighter. Blinking through the blurriness of your eyes, you locked eyes with Seonghwa and saw his flushed cheeks and red ears. Your lips got dangerously close to his, only for him to tease you by briefly brushing his lower lip against yours.

“Baby, open up,” he breathed out.

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, and instead of Seonghwa kissing you, he grabbed a strawberry from the picnic basket and stuck it in between your teeth. Not going to lie, you were confused as hell first, but when you sunk your teeth into the strawberries, you couldn’t help but want more. And so, with his cock deep inside you, you continued to sit on his lap like a good girl and be his cockwarmer as he fed you strawberries.

While he was feeding you, he didn’t hold the strawberry properly, making strawberry juice drip down your lips and chin, little pink dots covering your exposed chest. Without a second to lose, Seonghwa ran his tongue over the juice on your chest before licking a slow stripe from the center of your chest over your collarbones and up your neck and chin before kissing you, his lips and tongue making the remnants of the strawberries taste even sweeter.

“Hwa,” you whined into his mouth as he kissed you hungrily, your hips antsy as you gyrated them against his.

“I got you, baby.”

His hands cupped the underside of your ass and started assisting you as he bounced you gently on his lap, the contact of your hips against his making low, quiet noises. His nose brushed against your neck as he dropped his head, his breathing getting shallower as you rode him at a steady pace, his hips bucking upwards occasionally.

But that wasn’t enough for neither him nor you. You nearly yelped as he leaned forward, knelt, and sat on his knees, his arms wrapping around your waist. His hat fell backwards when you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at his roots, bringing his head up to look at you. You pressed your lips against his and hugged him tightly as he moved your body with his own sheer strength, his cock somehow going further and further inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” Seonghwa hissed as he broke off the kiss and hugged you to him. “I’m cumming!”

With that, Seonghwa gave you one final thrust before his cock throbbed inside you, his cum spurting inside you and filling you up. His cock remained inside you as the two of you fought to regain your breath, the stars in your eyes immediately clearing— you were so close, but not quite there, filling you with disappointment.

Your gentleman boyfriend, though, knew that you needed just a little more. He smiled gently at you and left a little kiss on the tip of your nose before saying, “Tell you what, baby. If you can keep my load inside you ’til we get back to the house, I’ll eat you out and fuck you until you can’t walk, okay?”

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everyonewooeverywhere · 30 days

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ dom!seonghwa x bratty!f!reader

synopsis ✭ He told you not to wear the dress. You did it anyway. And he's not usually very forgiving.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 2.2k

note ✭ this is lightly inspired by "worst behavior" by ariana grande

warnings ✭ name-calling (he calls mc a "whore" 😀, baby, pretty girl), grips her jaw really tight (it's made clear that it's something she enjoys), restraints (cuffs her to bed), blindfold, hwa is pretty controlling, protected sex, edging

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You were being a tease. Everyone knew it. You knew it. The whole party knew it. But not a single soul knew it better than Seonghwa.

He’d been so generous to bring you to this party. It was supposed to be a classy event–one with nice dresses and well-pressed suits. Polished shoes and fancy perfumes. And those weren’t necessarily things you lacked, but your “nice dress” of choice had certainly taken some liberties. Specifically with how impossibly short it was.

If you were being honest, you hadn’t meant to tease him per say, but you knew that, if you wore the sluttiest dress you could find, your boyfriend would want to leave early. That meant you wouldn’t have to waste a perfectly fine evening at one of his boring, posh company gatherings. He had tried to stop you, too, but you had never been a very good listener.

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As you touched up your makeup in the mirror of your boyfriend’s luxury apartment, you couldn’t help but admire the reflection. You looked incredible in your black minidress. Its lace detailing was what had originally caught your eye, and you happened to know that your boyfriend was a fan of it too. Though, maybe not for a night like tonight.

“Baby, are you almost ready?” You heard him call from the conjoined bedroom.

As you finished one last swipe of lip gloss, you called back, “Yep!”

He was smiling when he peaked his head into the bathroom, but you saw that smile immediately drop in the reflection of the mirror when he saw your outfit.

You pouted, “What?” And you turned around to face him.

“You’re not wearing that dress.” He said plainly.

With a roll of your eyes that he did not like in the slightest, you retorted, “I like it.”

“Yeah, well,” with a couple of steps in your direction, he pushed you up against the counter of the sink, the marble digging into your backside, “You look like a whore, and I don’t want my colleagues to see you like this.”

You felt giddy with pleasure at how upset he was getting, and all it took was a simple dress. Still, you kept up the annoyed act, “Well, your colleagues can keep it in their fucking pants because I’m not taking it off.”

He gripped your chin with his ring-clad hand and forced you to look him right in the face, “I don’t like this little attitude, baby. Are we gonna have a problem tonight?”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were so focused on the unyielding grip of his hand on your jaw, that all you could manage to think about was the hand dropping lower to grasp your neck. Before things could go any further, though, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Sir, are you ready? The car is here. And we are already running late.”

“One second,” your boyfriend responded to his assistant. Returning his attention to you, the grip on your jaw tightened, “You are so fucking lucky that we’re running late or I would punish you right fucking now.”

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the whine that bubbled up in your throat at his words. Because, let’s be honest, there was nothing you wanted more than for him to do just that.

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The part was just as boring as you assumed it would be. Everyone was dressed for the part. A room full of rich people looking to show off their wealth. And, of course, Seonghwa was no exception to that, seeing as he’d brought his sugar baby with him, though you were certainly attracting a good bit of negative attention from the crowd.

Throughout the whole night, Seonghwa kept his hand on your lower back, dictating your every move and keeping you in his sights. Though it was clear he had additional motives. Motives fueled by the fact that he knew it drove you absolutely insane when he took control of you like that. Guiding you from person to person as he chatted away with executives from his company, always acutely aware of how you clung to him with your fingers playing with the edges of his suit jacket.

He’d occasionally pass you a flute of champagne off a tray motioned toward him by a waiter. “Thank you,” you’d whisper as the glass transferred from his hand to yours. And he would purposely brush your hand with his own as he gave you the glass.

As he talked you nodded along to his every word, not paying much attention to what came out of his mouth. Too busy absent-mindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt, occasionally slipping your hand through them to feel his chest underneath the shirt. Each time, he’d remove your hand himself and cast a glare down at you. Only for you to grin up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

When he finished chatting with a couple that had occupied his attention for the past half-hour, he turned his attention to you. He pulled you into his chest, it was an embrace that anyone around you would have thought was a cute romantic gesture, but you were smart enough to know that was far from the case.

“You’re really asking for it, huh baby?” he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“Hwa,” you whined softly, “I wanna go home.” You wiggled in his embrace.

“Fine, we can go home, but I can promise you are in big fucking trouble when we do.”

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It only took two minutes from the second the car pulled up to Seonghwa’s apartment for him to be on top of you in his bed.

To your surprise things started off sweet. He kissed you softly, with his hands playing with the frills in the lace of your dress. His lips traveled from your own to your cheek and jaw. Leaving little bites in the wake of his kisses. When you gripped, his hair, your nails digging into his scalp, it was as if you’d flipped a switch in him.

He was off of you in a second, and you pouted at his departure. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him slip off the bed and head to his dresser.

Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation. You watched as he stripped himself of his suit jacket, leaving him in his back dress shirt. He slid a condom into his back pocket and grabbed a pair of cuffs from the drawer along with a silk blindfold and vibrator.

When he made his way back to the bed, you made a move to take your dress off, but he stopped you. Grabbing your hair and tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “The dress isn’t going anywhere.”

“What?” Your eyes widened at that news, “Why?” you croaked out, confused.

“Well, you like it so much, don’t you baby?” You nodded hesitantly at his question, still excited for the answer, “Then I don’t see any reason why I should take it off you. I might just have to fuck you in it.”

After cuffing you to the headboard and tying the silk cloth around your eyes, you heard him shuffle around the bed. He adjusted one of the pillows under your head, “Is that comfortable?” He muttered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you breathed back. You were met with a kiss on the forehead at your reassurance. As much as you loved when he was rough with you, it was nice to always know that he genuinely did care for your well-being.

He continued to kiss down your body while his hands groped you over your dress. You were so distracted by the feeling of his lips on your skin, the heat of his mouth as he nipped at your jaw and collarbone, that you failed to notice the faint buzzing noise of the vibrator when he turned it on.

You were made aware of its presence, though, when he pressed it to your panties, making you gasp and jump up slightly. You just knew he was smirking down at you.

He just loved to watch you squirm under him. Watching you unravel without him even having to do any work.

When he held the toy to your clit over your underwear, you moaned, loud, “Hwa, oh fuck!” You wiggled your hips trying to give yourself more.

He slapped in inside of your thigh, “Move again, and I’ll turn it off.”

“Please, baby,” you whined, “I need more.”

“Oh? You think you deserve more?” He smacked your thigh again, “After how horrible you were being tonight? You're lucky I don’t just tie you up and get myself off. You don’t want that do you, baby?”

You shook your head furiously, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Hwa…”

He pressed the vibe harder into your clit, circling it around, building friction between your panties and your clit. You felt your stomach tighten at the continuous motion.

He noticed that you were close, “Oh are you close?” you nodded dumbly, “Yeah? Do you wanna come, baby?”

“Yes! Please baby, please!” You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, and you were on the verge of spilling over. But it came to a screeching halt when he removed the vibrator from you entirely.

You felt your eyes well up with tears of frustration, and he noticed it, “Oh, is my baby crying? Maybe if you hadn’t acted like such a whore tonight, you could get what you want.”

“Please..” you gasped out in a broken whisper.

“Patience baby,” when he said “patience,” though, he really just meant he wanted you to beg for it he wanted you to cry under him and beg for him to fuck you.

And beg you did, as he teasingly ran his fingers over your soaked panties, you continued to whine out his name, over and over and over again. When he finally moved them aside and ran a finger through your fold, he teased you, “God, could you get any wetter? Is this all mine?”

You could barely gasp out a “yes” before his fingers were inside you. “Fuck!” you choked out as he fucked you on his hand, watching as you unraveled for a second time. “Please, Hwa! I need more! Please!”

“Oh…baby’s gonna behave now is she?”

You nodded, “I’ll be so good, please.”

“Yeah? You want my cock, baby?”

“Oh god yes! I want it so bad,” involuntarily, you rolled your hips against his hand. Resulting in another smack to your thigh. Again, he waited until you were on the verge of cumming to pull away his hand. You tried to reach out with your legs to wrap them around him, but he was already sliding off the bed. From the shuffling you heard, you could tell he was taking off his clothes. You whined at the thought, thighs rubbing together to give yourself something while he was away.

You felt his weight dip in the bed, and his hand came up to caress your cheek, “Are you ready, pretty baby?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, “I’ve been so good. Please…”

He chuckled, sliding the blindfold off of your eyes so that it was around your neck, “Well, I don’t know about that, but your lucky that you're so fucking beautiful. And I just can’t help myself.”

He rolled the condom on as he kissed you softly. When he ran his length through your folds, you sighed at the contact. He kept kissing you as he pushed into you, slowly at first.

You gasped and arched your back, “Oh my god!” He didn’t keep the pace slow for long. You’d spent so long teasing him and playing around with him, that he was insatiably pent up. That didn’t mean he didn’t have the patience to tease you of course, but, by the time he was inside of you, both of you were at your wit’s end.

He gripped the back of your head with one hand and you hip with the other, pressing his forehead to yours as he pounded into you. Over and over and over.

“Shit, baby,” he murmured against your lips, “You keep getting tighter.”

“Oh, Hwa, I’m so close,” you croaked out, tears running down your cheeks, “Please, please, please let me cum.” Every inch of you felt hot, and your legs shook as your pleasure overtook.”

“Fuck, yeah, pretty girl. Cum around me. Shit–. I’m close to.”

Your eyes rolled back, and your jaw went slack as you came. Legs shaking without any control. You cried out his name with your chest heaving.

He pulled out of you when you finished and ripped off the condom. He groaned as he pumped his dick a few times, cumming all over your dress.

You whined as he admired the damage he’d done to the garment. “Hwa…my dress.” You pouted as he undid the restraints above your head.

“Yeah, you’re not ever wearing this fucking dress ever again.”

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stayteezdreams · 9 months

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Lost In You: Part One

Plot: When attending your friends costume party, you keep getting complimented on your couples costume. But you can't help but be confused, after all, you came to the party alone.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader* *A/n: Obviously had to go with Star Wars costumes lmao, and even though the costumes are of a male and female character, I believe it doesn't matter the gender of the character, you can still dress up as them anways. So besides the reader dressing "as" Rey, everything else is Gender Neutral, so please dont let that effect how you enjoy the story. The readers costume is not mentioned in detail, only vaguely to give a rough idea :)

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings/Notes: Brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, and drunk people. Reader is referenced to have drank, but is not drunk. Reader is a bit of geek (helps them bond with Seonghwa).

Words: ~2.4k

Walking around the fairly crowded house, your eyes scanned over the mix of recognizable, impressive, unusual, and downright lazy costumes that people were wearing.

When you had been invited to your friend's birthday, being told it was a costume party, you were excited. You had been wanting an excuse to wear your costume for ages, having missed the opportunity the previous Halloween.

Waving to some people you knew, your eyes scanned the crowd for more of your friends.

Nearly bumping into someone, you said excuse me before you recognized them as an acquaintance.

"Oh hey!" you greeted cheerfully "Nice costume" you smiled down at their bright yellow kill-bill inspired jumpsuit.

"Thank you!" they grinned as they looked at yours "Oh! Love that you went with a couples costume!"

You furrowed your brow "Huh?"

Having not heard you they waved to someone nearby before smiling at you "Sorry, gotta go, I'll talk to you later yeah?"

"Oh yeah, bye" your voice was still laced with confusion as they walked away.

Couples costume? You hadn't matched with anyone, none of your friends were really into Star Wars, so they wouldn't have matched with you.

You shrugged it off, figuring they just mistook your costume for someone else as you walked through a small group of people, before spotting one of your best friends.

Grinning, you snuck up on her "Hey!"

Gasping, she turned around with a glare "Stop doing that"

You chuckled as you grabbed yourself a drink before looking around "A lot more people came than I thought would."

"Yeah, I guess adults really do love an excuse to dress up like kids again."

You smiled and nodded, agreeing with the thought. "I thought you were going to go with Harely Quinn?" You asked as you eyed her Batwoman costume.

"It was trash" she rolled her eyes "Tore as I was putting it on."

"That's what you get for ordering cheap"

She waved her hand dismissively "I know, I know"

"Where did you get this one?"

"Last minute favor from my cousin, luckily we're the same size, otherwise I would have shown up in that slinky red dress I have and called myself Marilyn Monroe"

"You have black hair, Betty Boop is more accurate"

Just as she opened her mouth to retaliate, a drunk girl stumbled up to the drinks table before the spotted your costume.

"Ooh, that's why he brushed me off" she pouted before her eyes rose to meet yours.

You rose your brow before you glanced at your friend who gave you a similar look of confusion.

The drunk girl took a step closer "You wore a couples costume, that's so cute, mm'jealous" she slurred with an even bigger pout before she spotted someone, squealed and ran towards them.

You let out an awkward chuckle as your friend looked at you "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, but that's the second time someone said I was wearing a couples costume with someone."

She looked you up and down, "Well, since you're dressed as Ren-"

"Rey"

"...Rey, then someone is dressed as that tall evil black haired guy right?"

"Kylo Ren, or Ben Solo" you stopped yourself from explaining as you recalled your friends lack of interest in the franchise before you began looking around the crowd of people "I haven't seen anyone in an outfit like that so far."

She hummed before she glanced around as well "I wonder if they're cute."

You scoffed but couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Shrugging it off again, you turned around, just missing the cloaked figure walk past and into the next room.

After a while, you parted ways with your friend. You made your way through the crowd again, having begun to grow tired of being bumped into, and having to strain your ears to hear anything anyone tried to say to you.

Your friend had clearly over-invited guests or overestimated how many people would show up, as the room grew hot and almost claustrophobic.

Spotting the doors leading to the backyard, which seemed surprisingly empty, you slid through a group of dancing people, desperately wanting to escape.

Feeling your costume catch on something, you had to tug yourself away, before accidentally running into someone just as you reached the doors.

"Oh sorry!" your voice almost mimicked the strangers, as you both apologized as your eyes met.

You smiled, "Excuse me" you added on.

"It's okay" he smiled sweetly, his voice soft.

Your eyes drifted down to catch his costume, and you felt yourself freeze as you noted the lightsaber hooked on his belt. His eyes grazed over you as well as he had the same exact reaction.

Your eyes quickly met again as your voices called out at the same time "You!"

You rose you brow in surprise and he chuckled "I've been hearing all night about someone I wore matching costumes with."

You smiled and let out a soft laugh "So have I!"

His smile widened a bit, and you realized just how attractive he was. He was intimidatingly attractive, actually, you told yourself as you suddenly felt a bit shy.

You cleared your throat a bit "Nice costume, it looks like really good quality"

He grinned down at his costume before he looked at you "Thank you. Your's too!"

You smiled, starting to feel a bit self-concious as his eyes seemed to have looked you over slowly.

Suddenly, he spoke up, his voice full of excitement "You're lightsaber! I have the same one at home!"

"You do?" you asked intrigued as he nodded with excitement "I collect a lot of Star Wars stuff" he confessed, and you saw a tinge of embarrassment cross his features.

'Cute' you thought as you grinned, "I collect a lot of stuff too! From Star Wars and other movies"

His face seemed to brighten a bit, as he wondered what else you might have in common.

As a loud song came on, you winced a bit as you looked towards the now cheering group of drunk people.

Seonghwa cringed as well, before he looked over at you and leaned closer. You turned and met his gaze, alarmed by his sudden closeness.

"Were you heading outside?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice as your eyes remained locked with his.

"Me too." Hearing a drunken scream you saw him wince as he motioned his head towards the door "Shall we?"

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded. You watched him opened the doors, stepping aside so you could go out. You muttered a thanks as you made your exit, your heart hammering in your chest.

The cool night air washed over you and seemed to sober any ounce of drunkenness you might have held before.

There were only a few people scattered around the back yard. A few in the pool, and some playing a nearby fooseball game.

You looked back at the house and shook your head softly, "I'd hate to have to clean up after this."

The man laughed and agreed, as he stopped beside you. Looking back over at him, your heart jumped a bit as he was already looking at you.

He seemed to realize this too before he adjusted himself "I'm Seonghwa by the way."

You smiled at him "I'm Y/n."

His smile widened as you introduced yourself. Seonghwa's heart was beating fast, as his face felt hot, he hadn't drank much at all, so he knew it must just be you affecting him this way.

His eyes glanced over at a nearby couch surrounding a firepit. Feeling a bit brave, and far too intrigued by you to just walk away, he met your eyes again.

"Want to go sit?"

You looked back at where his eyes lingered and you smiled before nodding softly. Following him over to the couch you took in a deep breath, calming yourself.

It hadn't taken long for you and Seonghwa to fall into deep conversation. You had a lot in common and found subject after subject to rant about to each other. From movies, to music, to friends and dreams, you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice the next morning with how much you seemed to be talking

So lost in each other's conversation, you hadn't noticed when the music died down, or how the back yard had emptied, leaving you two alone. Inside the house, nearly 70% of the people had gone home.

Nor had you noticed how much closer to two of you had become, literally.

When you sat down, you had sat on the seperate chair beside the couch, feeling too shy to sit beside each other. But now, you were both leaning forward, sitting beside each other on the couch now, faces merely a foot apart as you raved about a recent move you had both seen.

Seonghwa's arm was draped across the back of the couch, behind your shoulder, something he hadn't even noticed because it felt so natural already. When his knees brushed yours as you sat facing each other, you barely noticed.

"Y/n!"

Your voice cut out mid-sentence as you heard a familiar voice call out. Looking over, you see her walking across the yard, red solo cup in hand.

Her eyes moved to Seonghwa and you saw the look on her face that screamed 'Holy shit, he's gorgeous.'

Seonghwa however, did not see this, as his eyes became glued to you again, after only having glanced towards your friend when she first came out.

"Oh, hey!" you greeted.

She leaned on the back of the couch before Seonghwa finally looked over at her. They introduced themselves to each other before your friend looked him up and down.

"Oooh, you're the one that people kept thinking matched with Y/n."

Seonghwa chuckled and nodded his head "Yes, that's me."

She met your eyes, and a knowing look passed over her face, that you promptly ignored.

"I was surprised to see you out here though, you never stay at parties this long."

"What do you mean, what time is it?"

She rose her brow "One in the morning"

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Seonghwa, who had a similar look on his face. He took out his phone and you saw the time flash across his screen. 1:14am.

"I got here at nine" you said out loud to no one in particular.

She nodded, "And you've been out here...chatting" she glanced at Seonghwa "for about three hours."

You and Seonghwa locked eyes and he smiled somewhat shyly as he looked down at his lap.

"Oops." You chuckled as you looked back at your friend who wiggled her eyebrows.

"You said you were only staying until eleven, since you have work tomorrow"

"Oh God, I have work tomorrow" you put your hand on your face as fatigue washed over you, surely only because you now knew what time it was.

Seonghwa smiled as he watched you, thinking of how cute you were. Though, he also had to work tomorrow, and showing up to early morning dance practice after a late night was not his ideal.

You met his eyes, "I should go."

Seonghwa nodded his head "I should too, I also have work tomorrow." he chuckled.

You smiled at him as mutual shyness seemed to wash over both of you. Your friend looked between the two of you and smiled before standing up straight.

She tapped your shoulder, "Come find me after you say goodbye we can get a ride together."

You nodded at her as you looked back at Seonghwa. Both of you began to rise as you let out a soft groan.

"How did I not realize it had gotten so late?" you chuckled softly.

Seonghwa smiled, "We were busy."

He hadn't felt as though time had passed at all when he was with you. He got so lost in talking with you, so lost in you, that he didn't realize there was anything going on around him at all.

The way he was staring fondly as you made your breath hitch. You smiled at him as you felt your ears burn a little hotter.

"Yeah. It's been a while since I've met someone I could talk to about all of that stuff."

He grinned, "Me too."

Seonghwa, realizing you were about to say goodbye, felt panic rise in his chest. He didn't want to say goodbye, at least not forever.

"Uh- can I- do you think I could get your number?"

Your heart leapt as he asked, and you resisted the urge to respond with as much excitement as you felt.

You nodded, "Yeah"

"Great. And maybe...we could go see that movie next week?" he asked, referencing the movie you shared excitement about earlier.

You nodded a bit more fervently this time, "That would be fun"

He nodded in agreement as he pulled out his phone. When you exchanged numbers you began heading inside, noticing immediately how the party had ceased since you were last inside.

Music was no longer playing. Empty cups and plates were scattered around, two people were passed out on the couch as the disco ball spun slowly on the ceiling.

You winced, "Yikes"

Seonghwa laughed before you looked back over at him "I should go find my friend"

He nodded, "I'll text you tomorrow?"

You nodded with a bright smile and Seonghwa almost felt like swooning at the sight. As he began to walk away, he gave you another glance as he waved.

You waved goodbye before you spotted you friend watching you with a grin from across the room.

When Seonghwa disappeared out the front door, you made your way to your friend who rose her hand.

"If you tell me you didn't get his number, I swear to God-"

"I got his number" you cut her off.

"Yes!" She cheered dramatically "I cannot believe how gorgeous he is."

"Right!?" You said with a restrained excitement.

"Are you going to see him again?"

You nodded, "He asked me to see a movie next week."

She clapped her hands as she led you to the door "You have to tell me all about him on the ride."

You nodded as you thought back on your night, and Seonghwa. You had never clicked with someone so fast before, it almost felt too good to be true. Almost.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

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obligatoryidolblog · 10 months

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Rewards (Park Seonghwa - Ateez)

Genre: smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dry humping, oral (m receiving)

Summary: Park Seonghwa, your university crush, was a dance major and not a damn thing else, it seemed. But now you could add another descriptor… virgin? Not for long, if you had anything to say about it.

A/N: This is a complete rewrite and rework of a fic I posted before.

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“You’re never going to believe this,” your friend hissed, sliding into the seat next to you at your favorite coffee shop.

Nudging her backpack under the table with your toe as her boyfriend dropped to the bench across from you, you replied, “What? Did you actually manage to talk your calc professor into letting you skip the midterm?”

Poking her lower lip out, your friend huffed, “Nothing that amazing. At least for me.”

Her eyes turned teasing again, and you chuckled at the ever bouncing moods of your best friend as she went on, “But for you, this should be monumental.”

Raising an eyebrow, you waited patiently through her dramatic pause. She grinned, reveling in her moment, then leaned in conspiratorially.

“Your little crush? He’s, and I know we are shocked,” she said in an exaggerated stage whisper, “a virgin.”

“Babe,” her boyfriend groaned from across the table, looking up from his phone, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that, and I sure didn’t mean for you to tell the whole world. Hwa’s a good guy, don’t make fun of him.”

Distantly, you heard her telling him that she wasn’t making fun, but their words were coming in thin through a haze of static consuming your rational brain. Park Seonghwa was a dancer and not a damn thing else, it seemed. But now you could add another descriptor… virgin? Shit . Goddamn you, and goddamn your friend for telling you this, because you could feel a building thrum of need in your core at this knowledge.

You’d noticed him the first time when your friend had dragged you along to watch her boyfriend’s dance practice. As your friend sank into taking a million pictures of her boyfriend, you watched the tall mystery figure practice with an intensity that set him apart from the rest of the team. His long legs, the sheen of sweat on his broad shoulders when he pulled his shirt over his head, shaking his hair out of his face… it all held you mesmerized.

From that day forward, you’d tried to find out everything you could about Park Seonghwa from your admittedly rather large and gossipy social circle, to no avail. All you’d been able to find out was that he was attending your university on a dance scholarship, he was in your year, and he didn’t socialize much. According to your friend’s boyfriend, Seonghwa spent pretty much all of his time on dance. Apparently even to the exclusion of getting laid, if your friend was right in her proclamation.

“How’d you even find this out,” you finally asked, interrupting the couple at your table.

Your friend rolled her eyes and huffed, “I overheard my sweet boyfriend here talking to Hwa on the phone today.”

“And you were discussing his virginity?” you asked incredulously, turning to her boyfriend who grinned sheepishly.

“Not really,” he groaned, dropping his head into his folded arms, his muffled voice continuing, “I was calling to check on him because he twisted his ankle and had to go to the clinic. They were doing the intake questionnaire and my dumb ass had the phone on speaker next to Ms. Nosy when they asked if he was sexually active.”

At this your friend cut in triumphantly, “And Ms. Nosy here heard it directly from the man himself. He’s a virgin, just waiting for you to defile him.”

Your friend’s tone was teasing, and you know she didn’t mean those words literally, but the dampness collecting in your panties at the thought of leading Seonghwa into the world of sexual exploration was telling. Shifting in your seat, you pictured the way he would look under you, fucked out and falling apart from his first time, how he’d buck into your mouth, cursing at the overwhelming new sensations of your heat surrounding his cock…

“Earth to _____,” your friend broke into your fantasies, waving a hand in front of your face, “Stop fantasizing about dancer boy and keep up. When are you going to make a move on the poor guy?”

“The minute I can catch him out of the damn studio,” you muttered, crashing back from your imagination, “meaning never, I guess.”

The man across from you snorted and cut in, “Good luck with that. I practically had to threaten to kick him off the dance team and remind him he’ll lose his scholarship just to get him to take the time to set up tutoring sessions for the stupid bio class that he’s failing. Hwa is single-minded as hell.”

This caught your attention, and you quickly sat up, asking, “Wait, he needs a biology tutor?”

Your friend jumped in, immediately catching the direction your mind took, “Oh, this is perfect! Our little _____ here took bio last year and was an ace at it. Hook a bitch up!”

You turned begging eyes to the man across from you, who ran an exasperated hand through his hair and retorted, “I want him to actually pass the class, not just have his v-card taken.”

Holding a hand up in quick promise, you chimed in, “I swear, I’ll tutor him! He’ll pass!”

“ Then she’ll fuck him dumb,” your friend added, snickering.

Snorting, her boyfriend shot back, “Okay, I’ll set it up. Honestly, I don’t know if you can get Hwa’s mind off of his scholarship long enough to get his dick hard anyways.”

You ignored the jab, too excited to finally have the singular attention of Park Seonghwa, but your friend replied, “Please. That boy has to be so backed up he’ll cum in his pants the minute _____ touches him.”

“Wanna make a bet,” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that your friend could never pass up a bet and her boyfriend knew that and used it to his advantage.

“Guys, please,” you tried to cut in, but it was a lost cause and you knew it.

“Bet. _____ gets in his pants within two tutoring sessions,” your friend challenged, sticking her hand across the table.

Her boyfriend took her hand, shaking it, asking, “Terms?”

You jumped up, knowing the terms of their bets were usually fairly explicit, cutting in, “Okay and on that note I’m out. Let me know when he is free for tutoring and give him my number.”

Striding out of the coffee shop, you started making plans. You intended to make damn sure your friend won her bet.

***

[Unknown Number]: Hi, is this _____?

Your heart raced. There it was. Seonghwa had texted you only minutes after the text you’d received from your friend that her boyfriend had set you up as the bio tutor. You quickly shot back an affirmative reply.

[Seonghwa]: Thanks so much for the help. I have practice everyday except Sunday evening. Are you free sometime then?

There was a party that night, but you would happily miss it for this. You set up a time for that Sunday evening, and gave him directions to your apartment. It was going to be a long week of waiting.

***

Sunday dawned, days of fantasizing and wearing your vibrator batteries down past, you set the scene. There was a roar between your legs as you showered, but you saved the orgasm, letting the tension in your loins build. You pulled on a nice, lacy bra and matching panties, then topped it with an unassuming pairing of a t-shirt and running shorts. Taking a look at the scene set in your living room, you gave yourself a pat on the back.

The couch was the perfect mix of innocent setting and soft surface. The spread of art supplies across the small dining table should keep him from trying to move to the more formal, less intimate setting of the kitchen. Nodding, you checked your phone. Seonghwa should be there at any minute, and you were buzzing with excitement. All year you had been fantasizing about this guy. Finally you would have his attention.

Just as you were letting your mind wander, there was a knock at your front door. A predatory grin spread across your lips as you ran a hand through your hair and approached the door. Pulling it open, you felt the lust in your loins roar louder. The tall man looked down at you with a shy smile, and you reveled in the quick flick of his eyes down your body before meeting your eyes.

Yep. You were going to fuck this guy.

***

Seonghwa felt his stomach flip as the door opened to reveal his new tutor.

Shit. It was _____. That _____. He was going to kill his team captain.

For almost the entire year he had been watching you. You’d been showing up to dance practice, hanging out with the girlfriend of the team captain. Bouncing around campus with your popular friend in your cute outfits, showing the smooth skin to the world that was on display right now for his eyes. His heart sped as he wet his suddenly dry lips and stepped in as you greeted him and welcomed him into your apartment.

You spun to lead him to a cozy looking couch, and he followed in a daze, his eyes glued to your ass that was barely covered by the pair of shorts that hugged you in the most damning ways. Feeling his face flush, he tried his damnedest to slow the rush of hormones that made his cock begin to swell. Embarrassed by his visceral reaction, he sat on the far end of the couch from you, quickly pulling his backpack to his lap, shifting uncomfortably.

This is why he focused on dance and avoided girls. His inexperience had reached a level of awkward so insurmountable that he just threw himself into the one thing he knew he was good at. Meeting your eyes finally, he tried valiantly to stop blushing. A smile curled your lips, and he bit his lip, finally seeing that smile directed at him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck .

“So where are you needing help in bio?” you asked, and he tried to reign in the blood rushing from his brain to his face and his cock long enough to make a coherent response.

“I just… I’m kind of bad at all of it?” he babbled, looking down shyly.

A hand landed on his knee, and he jerked, looking to see you smiling at him. That did nothing to calm his pulse. Your hand was warm and he wanted nothing more than to feel it all over his body. Shit, he had to calm down, and he couldn’t do that with you touching him, even so innocently.

“It’s okay, Hwa,” you said playfully, and he nearly moaned at the sound of his name coming from your lips, “We will make sure you pass.”

Shifting, he looked down at the bag in his lap and murmured, “Thank you. I’m just useless at this. I’m good at dance and not much else.”

There was a pause, then your hand on his knee slowly slid up and he snapped his wide eyes up to meet yours as you replied slowly, “I’m sure you’re good at lots of things. You just need the right… motivation.”

Swallowing, he tried not to read too much into your words, but you continued on, leaning in, your smile turning slightly darker, sending his pulse racing as you went on, “Let’s see if I can motivate you to learn, Seonghwa.”

You gently took the bag from his lap, setting it to the floor next to him and scooting closer. He sat frozen, his gaze glued to your form as you settled in, your bare leg pressing against his jeans now, your mesmerizing eyes holding him still as he felt dizzy. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he knew that he wanted you closer to him. Through the haze of want, he noted that your smile turned predatory.

“How about this,” you murmured, leaning closer, “If you can pass the mock quiz at the end of this tutoring session, I’ll give you a reward.”

His throat was dry, making his faint words raspy as he asked slowly, “What reward?”

Looking down, you smiled, then flicked your eyes up to his once more with a teasing curl of your lips as you squeezed his thigh and replied, “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”

***

It had been the longest, most tense hour of your life. Tutoring Seonghwa was the most difficult test of your patience, especially with how responsive he was to you. From the first moment you caught the sight of his tenting jeans when he sat on your couch, you knew. He was yours. You were going to wreck this boy.

His voice shook as he repeated the answers you’d gone over with him, and you nodded encouragingly, trailing your fingers over the back of his hand. He stumbled over his words, and you chuckled, taking his hand in yours. Meeting his eyes, you smiled, turning to face him fully.

“Very good. That’s it, Hwa. You got them all right,” you murmured, pulling his hand to lay it on your thigh, watching his eyes widen.

His palm was sweaty on your skin, and his cheeks flushed again as he asked, “So then… my reward?”

Laying your hand over his, you slid his palm up your thigh to the hem of your shorts, saying, “Hmmm, you did earn it. What would you like, Hwa?”

He swallowed heavily and you tried not to laugh in victory as he fumbled with his words, his eyes darting across your body. Shifting your thigh so that his hand laying on it slipped between your legs, you leaned in.

“Come on, Seonghwa, you’ve been so good this whole time. There must be something you want,” you teased, loving how he squirmed next to you.

“I…” he stammered, “I don’t… I mean- look, I don’t know if I’m misreading this or-”

Giggling, you spared his fumbling by pressing your lips to his. His hand gripped your inner thigh in surprise, and you moaned gently into the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. His breathing was fast as you cupped his face in your hands. Pulling away, you met his eyes, watching for any hesitancy.

“Wow,” he breathed out, his eyes still closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’ve wanted to do that all evening.”

“Can I show you what I’ve wanted to do all year? ” you murmured, squeezing his hand between your thighs.

His eyes snapped open in wonder, and he slowly nodded. That was all the consent you needed. Whipping your shirt off to reveal the lacy bra you wore beneath it, you swooped yourself over him, straddling his hips, hands threading into his hair. You had a momentary view of his shocked expression before you claimed his lips once more. Grinding down, you finally got a feel of the impressive bulge he’d been sporting all evening as you’d teased him throughout the tutoring session.

Jesus, his dick was big. Thick, possibly a gentle curve to it, and fucking long. Slowly, you began to rock atop him, and his hands seemed to flutter around you, not knowing where to land as you worked him through a deep, domineering kiss. Tugging gently at his hair, you savored the sound of his moan as his hands finally landed on your ass, squeezing gently. Rutting against his bulge, you moaned into the kiss and felt him twitch beneath you.

Pulling back, you trailed kisses down his jaw to suck a mark into his neck, and he hissed out, “Fuck, _____, fuck… I should tell you… I’ve never-”

Sitting up, you unhooked your bra, silencing him effectively, and you cupped his face once more, drawing him towards your lips, saying, “That’s okay, Hwa. I’ll teach you.”

This time his kiss was feverish, his hands flying up to grip your breasts, thumbs flicking at the pearled peaks before you broke from his lips, arching your back in offering before his lips latched onto one of your nipples.

“Fuck, Hwa, just like that,” you moaned, reveling in the whimper he gave at your words, lost in the taste of your skin.

The wetness between your legs had soaked through your panties and shorts, beginning to wet the long bulge in his jeans. The friction on your clit wasn’t enough though, so you pulled Seonghwa’s head back, relishing how he tried to chase after your skin, lost in the sensation of you. Standing, you smiled reassuringly at the worried look on his face, and you hooked your fingers in the waist of your shorts and panties, tugging them off.

You allowed him a moment to take in the sight of you naked before him, his wide eyes sweeping over your form before you waved a hand to him, saying, “Shirt off, Hwa.”

He sat frozen for a moment until you cocked a brow at him, causing him to scramble to rip his shirt over his head. Licking your lips as you were distracted for a long moment by the view of his chiseled form and the sheen of sweat gracing the skin that you had dreamed of running your tongue over for months now. Dropping to your knees before him, you tugged the button of his jeans open, his breathing sped as he shifted, sinking deeper into the couch, adjusting his hips as you slid the zipper down and reached in to wrap your fingers around his thick length, drawing out his leaking cock.

You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his dick, the red tip leaking precum, the veins running up his shaft, the upward sweeping curve. Before you could stop yourself, you ran your tongue out to circle the tip and Seonghwa’s fingers slid into your hair, gripping it tightly, softly whispered curses falling from his lips, causing your wetness to begin to slide down your inner thigh. You took the tip in your mouth, suckling gently, and his breathing became choked.

“Shit, _____, I can’t” he babbled, lost in the sensations of your mouth on his cock, “please, I can’t-”

Pulling off of him, pressing kisses down the shaft, you let him pull you back onto his lap with his trembling hands. Taking in the jerking twitches of his length and the sheen of sweat on his chest, you straddled him once more, and took one of his hands, drawing it to your core.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” you murmured, meeting his eyes and holding them with a salacious smile.

Running his fingers over your folds, you threw your head back, moaning along with him as you wet his fingers. Slipping his fingers over your clit, you showed him how you liked it, just the right pressure. You ground your hips against his hand, moaning his name and finding him watching you in wonder. Breath coming quickly now, you leaned in to capture his lips once more as you slipped his fingers to your opening. He slid them in and you gripped his hair once more, letting him tentatively slide in and out of you, your juices pooling in his hand, coating his fingers as you rode them.

When the pads of his fingers brushed over your spot, you rewarded him with a deep moan, clenching around his fingers. He moaned shakily into the kiss, his fingers jerking inside you. Raising off of them, you licked your lips, meeting his eyes once more as you gripped the base of his cock and adjusted yourself to hover over it.

“Tell me you want it,” you murmured, teasing the tip across your opening, letting the heat and wetness collect on him.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he breathed out reverently, “Please, _____. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

That was all you needed. Sinking on him, you bit your lip, eyes trying to fall shut at the stretch of him filling you up, but keeping your eyes on him, watching how his fluttered shut, his head falling back as you took him to the hilt.

“Holy shit,” he moaned softly, “You feel- god, _____, you are incredible.”

Settling for a moment with him deep inside you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him slowly, deeply, the urgency gone now that you finally had him buried deep inside you. One of his hands gripped your ass once more while the other trailed up your spine to tangle into your hair. As his lips slid down to your neck, you began to ride him, your head spinning at the heavy slide of his thickness inside you.

His breathing stuttered against your skin as you moaned softly, “Oh my god, Hwa, you fill me up so well.”

His hips began to thrust up, meeting your slow, sinuous riding, speeding you with his neediness. He flopped back against the back of the couch, his hands moving to grip your hips as he thrust up harder, watching you ride him. The fucked out expression on his face had you tightening around his thick length, watching the way his back arched as he tried to gain more speed.

“You want to cum in me, baby?” you murmured against his lips, leaning forward to get a better angle, speeding atop him and raining kisses over his jawline, “Fill me up and fuck it into me while I cum on your cock?”

A high pitched whimper escaped him at your words, the meaning sinking in and causing him to snap his hips up into you hard and fast, the new rhythm and the angle of his head slamming into your spot bringing you to the edge. That coupled with the way he arched, hissing out pleas brought your hand down to your clit, wanting to squeeze around him and milk every bit of cum out of him.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, his grip on your hips bruising, eyes wildly searching your face for permission which you immediately granted him.

“Do it, baby,” you hissed, feeling your own orgasm right on the bridge at his desperation to cum and the way his dick twitched inside you, “cum in me…”

Throwing his head back, Seonghwa growled out a curse, slamming you down on him and grinding you on his cock as he jerked, hot seed erupting from him to fill you. The sensation threw you over the edge and you cried out his name as you clamped down around him, your clenching sheathe milking him dry. When the last quake of pleasure was wrung from you, you fell forward across his chest, gasping for breath and pressing gentle, sleepy kisses up to his lips.

“Wow,” he breathed out again, a satisfied smile creeping over his lips as he lazily opened an eye to peer down at you, “That was- wow.”

Giggling breathlessly, you nodded, agreeing, “Yes it was. Are you okay?”

Wrapping his arms around you, he laughed softly and replied with a kiss to your hair, “Never better. I guess I should thank you.”

Raising a brow up at him, you giggled, “You can thank me with an actual date?”

His eyes widened, and he paused, then laughed happily, hugging you tightly, “Deal.”

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roomsofangel · 10 days

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TO SEE YOU ALIVE. .

written by roomsofangel

**THIS IS ONLY A PREVIEW AND A REPOST OF A FIC I PLANNED IN THE PAST TO SEE IF ANYONE WOULD BE INTERESTED IN IT — THIS IS NOT AN OFFICIAL MASTERLIST/CHAPTER**

WRITING BELOW .ᐟ

“do you want to play a game, y/n?” his voice, hypnotic, the touch he brought left mini needles to your skin that grew goosebumps, spine shuddering while your gazes held each other in a deep fight and desire for the upper hand, dominance being something both of you craved. seonghwa licked his lips, “i know you like them,” he cooed, his index and middle finger slowly—agonizingly gliding up your arm

sucking in a breath, you scoffed, “what kind of game is it this time, seonghwa?” your eyes half lidded with seduction, listening to his heartbeat pump with yearning for your taste, “i hope you brought a new deck of cards,” you dared

with his warm breath on your lips, you felt the room begun to spin, dizzy, your tongue peeked out of your lips while he watched you in amusement, hands now on your waist with his fingernails creating crescents on the bare skin, “you like hide and seek, correct?” his hand snuck down before grabbing the chains that held you in place, making you hiss in the sudden sharpness

“who doesn’t like to play with their food?” you said through clenched teeth, head thrown back to the stoned wall, “makes it worth the hunt, right, hwa?” doe eyes looking back at him which only resulted in him yanking the chains again

chuckling, “how funny you say that,” he whispered into your ear before you felt the heaviness dissipate, hands instantly going to your wrists to rub them and your ankles before realizing just what you were doing, looking back up at him with widened eyes

“you undid the chains,” you whimpered

“now run, my vampire,” he pulled you up and shoved you into the door frame, you attempting to grab onto his shirt to flip your bodies and roles in this game he started, “you have a decade until i come seek you,”

“and if you don’t find me, my siren?” you shoved him away and he stumbled, smiling that you got the last shove — you made your way further to get ready to leave, “what happens then?”

seonghwa’s eyes flickered — the brown turning an ice blue before they had went back to the usual shade, any sane person would lose their mind wondering what they had saw while this was your normal, “oh, i’ll find you, y/n,” he teased

“i never lost a game.”

amused, you turned your back towards him, “then let’s play, seonghwa — because if i win, i’ll have your head on my bedroom wall as a souvenir.”

laughing, “not if i have your heart on a platter,” his voice making you scoff

immortality was a tricky thing but you and seonghwa managed to make things interesting every now and then,

and that decade later has come, you sitting in a coffee shop with your laptop in front of you and headphones in your ears while you finished writing an email to mingi, a friend of a friend you managed to make while blending in

your phone flashed with a text from another friend of yours — yeosang, ‘do you want to get dinner tonight?’

but before you could answer, two large familiar hands gripped your shoulders from behind, the reflection on your screen made your stomach drop,

“strike one.”

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bobateastay · 1 year

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keep looking - p.sh

villain!park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

cw - journalist!reader, police detective!choi san, roommates sanhwa, slow-ish burn, murder/crime, angst, blood, implied cannibalism, uneven power dynamics(?), implied character death, probably isn't realistic don't @ me about it - nothing too explicit but overall dark-ish themes

word count: 6.6k

a/n: this work is a part of @sanjoongie's year of the villain collab! please check out the other writers' stories as well. the original version of this was a little different and this isn't all that explicit :') but thank you for letting me participate anyway and giving me the opportunity to try something new, i enjoyed working on this a lot ♡

Open-mouthed, bloody-lipped. Breathless, beautiful. Exquisite, intoxicating. Hungry. Hungry, hungry, hungry. Always so, so hungry.

No matter what or who he swallowed down, Seonghwa was always impossibly hungry. He was less of a man and more of a bottomless pit. Less of a bottomless pit and more of a black hole. Pulling and pulling, swallowing and swallowing. It was embarrassing how easily you let him pull you in.

San hadn’t told you about Seonghwa when he first moved in with him. You weren’t sure why he didn’t say anything to you and neither was San apparently, because he never explained the fact to you even though you were clearly stung by your childhood friend keeping secrets from you.

You’d only met Seonghwa by mistake, knocking on their apartment door to talk to San one evening when you’d lost your spare keys only to be greeted by an expensive-looking man with glossy lips and peachy eyeshadow dusted over his eyelids. You couldn’t put your finger on why, but you’d felt suddenly inadequate in his presence, his smile teasing while his voice was sweet. When you’d frowned over San not having told you about a new roommate moving in, he’d clicked his tongue at you like a mother hen and stepped out of the doorway.

“Stop pouting and come inside,” he’d said.

If anybody else had spoken to you that way you would have cursed at them, but something about Seonghwa’s demeanour was so commanding that you obeyed without hesitation. His smile had turned from teasing to something you couldn’t name, and you felt as though you were on the edge of your seat the whole time you were around him.

When you confronted San about him a few days later, the other had only sighed and rubbed a hand over his tired eyes.

“I’ve had a lot going on,” he’d told you over cheap, burnt coffee one day during your lunch breaks. “New case at work. It’s a miracle your lot haven’t caught on yet.”

Your lot. Journalists. You’d never understand San’s disdain for your profession. You did your best to convey the truth, the same way most of your colleagues did. If an article or two came out exposing law enforcement’s mistakes it was because they were real and had affected the public, not because you had a secret vendetta against them. Not that San seemed to understand this.

“He seems nice,” you said. The words almost sounded like a question. He had been nice after all, even if there was something about him that made your insides squeeze.

“He is,” San mumbled. “I put an ad in the newspaper” – You bit back the urge to tease him for putting an ad in the newspaper in this day and age. – “and he was the only person who answered. I thought it was the best way to find someone more sensible.”

“Makes sense,” you hummed. San smiled weakly at you. You wondered briefly what exactly his latest case was. You’d never seen him so worn down by his work, especially not when the case was so fresh.

“I’ll get back to work then. But come over one of these days, alright?” he said, standing up from his spot at the coffeeshop table. The second you stood up he wrapped you in a warm, tight hug. You tucked your face into his shoulder and he giggled, kissing the side of your head. “I’ll tell Seonghwa you said hi.”

“Okay. Take it easy, Sannie,” you hummed, before letting go of him and watching him leave to go back to work. He looked different when he was out of your reach, fitting into the grey of the city with a sad ease. You sat back down and opened your laptop to get back to your own work, pushing thoughts of Seonghwa’s enchanting smile and San’s tired eyes to the back of your mind.

You and San’s professions had rarely caused any problems between the two of you. Of course, rarely didn’t mean never. The two of you had already been through occasional spats throughout your friendship - growing up together will do that to you - but the added tension from your lines of work was something newer and more precarious. By the time you were both a few years into your established careers it became clear that you were starting to tread on thin ice.

It had never crossed your mind before that journalists and police detectives could be so at odds with each other, but as time passed it seemed to become more and more obvious why that was the case. Between the corruption and things swept under the rug on San’s side and the rushed distribution of flawed information on yours, it was hard to keep work talk civil. Still, most of the time your aversions were kept quiet and there were even times in which your professions overlapped in a way that allowed you to help each other. This new case, however, allowed for the exact opposite to happen.

“You wrote this?”

San’s voice was deep. Harsh. You hadn’t even heard him walking up to you, still standing outside your usual meeting spot when San pushed the day’s newspaper into your face, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. You were met with your own headline when you looked at the paper and took a deep breath to steel yourself. You should’ve known he would bring it up.

“Police’s refusal to inform the public costs three lives?” he hissed, shoving the paper into your chest and jabbing a finger against it.

“It’s not about you, San,” you said, even though it was very much about him. He was one of the main detectives on the case after all.

“It’s about all of us!”

“Well it’s not personal!” you insisted, unable to stop yourself from getting defensive. “Is it not true, anyway? That you withheld information from the public while there were three bodies going cold?”

San paled in front of you even as he gritted his teeth. It was true, no matter his feelings on the article. It hadn’t taken much digging to find out about the supposed murders that the police had tried to keep quiet for nearly a week now. People whose bodies had been peeled open, explored like caverns, whose organs had gone missing and whose limbs had been maimed. Three horrifying murders, all supposedly connected, and not a word from police. You wouldn’t have been surprised if their silence had allowed for more of them to take place. But San wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of admitting it. Not when he’d obviously been working so hard on the case.

“Don’t recite the lines of your bullshit article to me,” he muttered, and while you knew that he didn’t really mean it, that he had never thought your work was bullshit even at the worst of times, you felt your hands shake as you shoved the newspaper back at him.

“As though your department’s statement was any better,” you shot back. San stepped forward, and though the two of you were only centimetres apart you had never felt so far away from him. His hand closed around your wrist, his grip loose but still forceful, and in that second the space between the two of you grew impossibly larger. He opened his mouth to speak but was immediately cut short.

“I wouldn’t have thought it appropriate to touch a close friend like that.”

San’s eyes widened the same way yours did and you turned simultaneously to find that it wasn’t a stranger interfering with your argument. It was Seonghwa who was standing there on the pavement, a smile on his glossy lips and the corners of his eyes creased. You noted that he was not the only pedestrian looking at the two of you.

Seonghwa’s smile was different from the one you’d encountered at San’s apartment the last few times you’d visited. It wasn’t teasing or courteous, nor was it friendly. It was strained. Cold. It was more telling of his temperament than a frown would’ve been. San let go of your wrist, embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t-”

“But you were, weren’t you?” Seonghwa asked. The tone of his voice made your blood run cold and your heart skip a beat at the same time. San scowled and snatched the newspaper back from you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to you, not unlike a small child who had just been scolded by his mother in front of his friends. You weren’t sure what to make of the apology, not when it was so inauthentic. Instead of replying, you turned to Seonghwa.

“I can defend myself,” you told him. Seonghwa’s smile turned softer, and when he looked at you you found yourself feeling stripped bare beneath his gaze.

“I’m sure. I was just looking out for a friend,” he said. At this, San scoffed.

“Friend?” he asked, raising a brow at Seonghwa. More out of spite toward what San had said than out of affection for Seonghwa, you hummed in confirmation.

“Yeah. Friend,” you emphasised.

San’s frown turned into something closer to a pout, his brows drawing together to form a furrow in the middle. He looked down at the paper in his hands, eyes moving over the headline over and over, as though he might find a word or two in there that would dispute the claim that you and Seonghwa were friends. Eventually he gave up, handing the newspaper to you and shuddering like a bird trying to straighten out its ruffled feathers.

“I’m going to head back to work. We can see each other tomorrow instead,” San mumbled, and you could find it in yourself to nod back and do nothing more. He glanced into the coffeeshop where the two of you usually shared lunch and turned away to head back to his job, but not without shooting Seonghwa a glare first. You sighed softly and watched him blend back into his life as a cop who couldn’t stand seeing his best friend’s comments on his work. The cold space between you both grew just a little bit wider.

“Hey,” Seonghwa murmured, pulling you out of your own head. He reached out with one arm, slowly, so that you would have enough time to reject him. When you stayed still he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you gently, fingers kneading into your shoulder while you both looked down at the newspaper in your hands. He stopped after a while, sliding his hand down to your waist. Something about the way he touched you made you relax rather than tense up the way you expected yourself to do. “Come on, let me buy you coffee.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” you replied, folding up the newspaper and meeting his eyes.

“I insist,” he pushed. His hand squeezed your waist tight before he let go of you entirely. The moment his touch was gone you found yourself feeling cold and vulnerable. You resisted the urge to reach out for another hug and instead held the newspaper close to your chest. Seonghwa laughed, a sound that should’ve been sweet but instead sounded like an upbeat song twisted into a minor key. “For what it’s worth, I thought the article was good. Well-worded.”

It was your turn to laugh a bitter laugh.

“Thanks,” you sighed. You met his eyes and allowed yourself to fall into them. “Coffee sounds good.”

You never asked yourself why Seonghwa had arrived at the exact moment San had grabbed your wrist. All you did was smile when he placed a gentle hand on the small of your back, and hoped that he wouldn’t notice the way your grip tightened on the newspaper in your hands.

Just as you’d predicted, the murders grew in number. Three jumped to five and five turned to six. The public was appalled, the police were scrambling to handle the fallout of their silence concerning the first three murders, and every news outlet was fighting to connect the dots and figure out the case before anybody else did.

There were close to no connections between the victims. Spread far and wide across the city, it was hard to tell where the next body would be found and which area officers should be guarding. Three women and three men had been found so far, four killed methodically and almost surgically while the other two were killed brutally, bones smashed and abdomens torn open. At first there was doubt as to whether they could have been committed by the same person, but the way all six crimes coincided made it hard to believe that they belonged to different perpetrators.

Pathologists determined that the victims had been cut open while they were still alive. The murders were close to being vivisections, perverse and calculated in nature. It was just as horrifying as it was intriguing, perfect for triggering the shameful part of human nature that caused humans to stop and stare at car crashes, greedy for the tragedy missing from their own lives. It was always fun to be a spectator when you suffered no consequences after all.

You were working on a new article on the case, mind racing to piece together every new scrap of information that was being handed out to journalists and the public alike, when there was a knock at your front door. You figured that it would be San, coming to talk about your articles or perhaps even apologise, but when you opened the door it wasn’t just your best friend standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” San exhaled, as though he’d been holding his breath since the last time he saw you. Beside him, Seonghwa smiled at you.

“Hi doll,” he greeted. You ignored the way San seemed to almost bristle at the pet name that Seonghwa used and instead focused on swallowing down the butterflies fluttering in your throat. When neither you nor San spoke, Seonghwa continued. “We brought some food we cooked. Can we come in?”

Only then did you notice the bags Seonghwa was holding and the box of chocolates in San’s hands. San smiled tentatively as he held them out to you, waiting for you to accept his proposal for a truce. While part of you wanted to keep being bitter, you weren’t strong enough to turn San down. You never had been. You took the box of chocolates from him and snorted when he pulled you into a hug, holding onto you with something close to desperation.

“I’m sorry. I should never have grabbed you like that,” he mumbled. He was right, but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further. You kissed his temple and pulled back from the hug.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, stepping aside to let them both into your apartment.

You didn’t mention out loud the look on Seonghwa’s face as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He was tight-lipped, his jaw hard as stone and his brow bones an icy cliff that gave way to frozen eyes. Even so, he must have noticed the way you looked at him, because his features thawed once San was out of earshot and he glanced at you as though he’d never frozen over to begin with.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said.

“It’s good to see you too,” you replied, breathless for a reason you couldn’t name. At this, Seonghwa grinned. You found yourself even more winded than before.

After you’d eaten, San volunteered to stay in the kitchen and do the dishes while you and Seonghwa retreated into the room you used for your work. He looked over the notes and news clippings you had tacked onto the wall, eyes drawn to the images you’d obtained from pathologists and morgues of what the various bodies looked like. His expression was different from those you’d seen so far. He remained quiet while he looked over everything, his perfectly manicured fingers trailing over the images.

“Who do you think did it?” he asked, looking at you. It wasn’t curiosity that was in his features but something else entirely. Something like a high school teacher asking a question that had a painfully obvious answer. You stepped closer to him so that both of you were looking down at the same picture and chewed on your bottom lip.

“A lot of people at work have been saying that it might be a surgeon or an ex-surgeon,” you started, resting your fingertip atop a particularly gruesome picture. “But I thought it might be something different. Like a hunter, maybe. I think that someone who hunts would have more of a capacity for violent murders but they’d know enough to dissect the bodies as well.”

“The word would be vivisect. It was done when they were alive, right?” Seonghwa corrected. Despite his expression just a moment ago his voice was smooth and nowhere near chiding. He placed his fingertip beside yours. His skin was well kept and his cuticles were perfect, but there was something brownish and dark gathered beneath his nail. “I think you’re almost right.”

“Yeah?” you asked, shifting your fingertip only for his to follow. You did it once again, amused by the game of cat and mouse. Not once did you lift your eyes to look at him. You preferred this. The warmth of him standing next to you, his perfect hand and stained fingernail chasing after your finger. You felt him turn his head slightly and shivered when his breath hit your ear.

“It’d have to be both,” he said simply, as though he knew he was right. “An ex-surgeon has no need to murder and a hunter has no need to meticulously take apart. But together?”

His free hand moved to rest on your back, fingers tracing your spine. You finally turned your head to look at him, confused both by him and by the warmth that filled your belly at the sound of his voice. A warmth that was far too close to arousal for your liking. He smiled at you with those glossy lips that always unnerved you and held your gaze with dark, bottomless eyes.

“Think of it like a butcher,” he said.

“Butchers kill animals for people to eat,” you replied, glancing between his face and the image of the body still beneath both your fingertips. “There’s no evidence of cannibalism.”

“Well there have been so many missing organs. Do you think it’s an organ trafficker instead? Someone keeping trophies?” he asked. You chewed on your bottom lip again, teeth playing with the flesh until it became soft enough for you to tear a chunk away and swallow it. You looked back at your spread of information, eyes roaming over it all while Seonghwa’s fingers roamed over your back.

“I don’t know,” you admitted with a sigh. “San’s team hasn’t figured that much out yet.”

“Forget San’s team,” Seonghwa hummed, pressing his hand flat between your shoulder blades. The touch felt safe and loving and, as his blunt fingernails pressed into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, hungry. “You have enough to figure it out. You’ll get there before them.”

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your mind struggling to understand what he could possibly mean. But before you could get far San was calling out that he was done with the dishes and that he was putting water to boil for tea. You barely got another glimpse of Seonghwa’s nail and the substance caked beneath it before he was pulling away from you and gesturing for you to follow.

“Think about it later,” he commanded.

Not for the first time, you followed his instructions in a heartbeat.

The bodies continued to pile up. The police continued to struggle. The journalists continued to milk money out of the story. The public began to scream of incompetence and carelessness and corruption. The skin beneath San’s eyes grew dark and the collage of images and writings on your wall grew to occupy an alarming amount of space, like something out of a tacky cop TV show. Through it all, the only thing that remained the same was Seonghwa.

Seonghwa and his perfectly planned outfits, Seonghwa and his carefully applied makeup, Seonghwa and his guarding touches and teasing smiles and minor key laughter. His presence was just as eerie as it was grounding and soon enough you found yourself unlocking the door to San’s apartment not to see your childhood friend but instead to see his roommate. And while San began to shoot you bitter looks each time his department was mentioned in one of your articles, Seonghwa only seemed to grow prouder and prouder, eager to discuss your thoughts and to provide new context and theories that you never would have thought of by yourself.

This was the case when you let yourself into their apartment early one Saturday morning. You were expecting to find San getting ready to leave for work but it seemed that he wasn’t home. You were toeing off your shoes and hanging up your jacket when Seonghwa emerged from his room, eyelids heavy from sleep but the eyes beneath them just as sharp and alert as they always were.

“He’s still at the station. Didn’t come home last night,” Seonghwa explained.

It was odd to see him bare faced after seeing him in makeup all of this time, but he looked just as pretty and alluring now as he did when his lashes were curled and his lips were painted. You nodded in response to him and walked further into the apartment, making your way to the kitchen to put the kettle to boil.

“This case is really doing him in,” you sighed softly. You thought of San’s worn out face and his irate reactions to the headlines in the newspapers. In all the years you’d known San you’d never seen him so beat down. It was all foreign to you. “Twelve bodies and not a clue as to who’s behind them all. Stuff like that doesn’t even happen nowadays.”

Seonghwa hummed as he followed you, standing beside the counter and watching you. When you’d first met him you’d shrunk beneath his gaze, shying away from his analytical eyes and trying to pull out of his magnetic field. Now, you turned to look at him and found yourself relieved to be close to him. Pulling away wasn’t even a thought in your mind.

“What about you?” he asked. “You’ve been working with it but you don’t seem beat down at all.”

“Well I’ve had you to keep me afloat,” you replied, not thinking twice about the words. The corners of Seonghwa’s lips twitched upwards and you felt your face heat up.

“I’m enough to keep you afloat?” he asked. While he was only teasing you, the words had enough truth to them to make you face away from him, unwilling to let him notice how your heartbeat had suddenly picked up its pace or how your stomach was suddenly tying in knots. But Seonghwa would have none of that. Though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his footsteps as he came closer to you. When he rested a hand on your hip from where he stood behind you, your nerves melted. You shut your eyes and felt lips pressing against your temple for a heartbeat or two. “You’re closer than you think.”

The words were spoken right up against your ear and the grip on your hip grew tighter. Hungrier. You sucked in a sharp breath and turned to look Seonghwa in the eye. Your noses brushed and the roar of the boiling kettle grew louder and louder until you couldn’t hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears. You wanted to ask him something, anything, to try and understand why he had so much faith in you. Why his touch always felt so protective. Why his smiles always made it seem like he was telling a joke that was too complex for anyone but him to understand. Why he was so good to you when he was so indifferent to his own roommate. But then the kettle clicked at the same moment as the front door’s lock clicked and you were startled out of your train of thought. As though he could read your mind, Seonghwa gently took hold of your jaw and looked between your eyes and your lips, looking like he was arguing with himself. Finally, he let go.

“Hold that thought,” he told you, and stepped away from you. The air of the apartment was cold around you as it took Seonghwa’s place and you found yourself speechless. You were left staring at his face, his expression neutral once again, and found yourself wanting something more. Found yourself hungry.

“Good morning,” San greeted from the doorway of the kitchen, breaking off into a yawn as he waved at you. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Yeah, I just,” you paused to steel yourself, using every ounce of concentration in your body to avoid looking at Seonghwa sitting at the kitchen table. “I thought we could go out and get breakfast together. I didn’t know you were working overnight.”

“It was a last minute thing,” San sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“New body?” you asked, trying to be sympathetic. San seemed to appreciate the gentle tone because he smiled at you more genuinely than he had done in weeks.

“New body,” he confirmed. “I don’t know what to do. If we could just get an idea of what this person looks like I’m sure we’d figure it out. Someone like this… I think all it’d take is one look at them and we’d know.”

You didn’t miss the way Seonghwa’s face twitched at this. He was amused. You weren’t sure why. You didn’t ask either.

“I’m sorry Sannie. Go get some rest, it’ll be good to look at it with fresh eyes,” you said, which only drew another sigh from San. He turned and left anyway, leaving only you and Seonghwa in the kitchen. When you both made eye contact, he drummed his fingers against the kitchen table. You noted the filth caked beneath his nails again but this time you didn’t dwell on it. You turned and picked up the kettle, making mugs of tea for all three of you. Seonghwa kept you silent company, and the moment of closeness from earlier went unmentioned.

Seonghwa didn’t leave you hungry for long.

For the first time you invited him over alone, not bothering to invite San as well when you knew that he was unbelievably busy. Seonghwa came over the same as usual, all smiles and mundane chit chat and eagerness to hear about your days and what you’d been doing lately. He even let you show him your growing board of images and clippings, eyes never leaving your lips while you told him about all of the new evidence and what it said about the old evidence. He looked at the new images on your desk and picked one up, rubbing his thumb over the picture of somebody’s empty abdominal cavity.

“I didn’t know journalists investigated this much,” he murmured, setting the picture back down.

“Not all of us do,” you replied with a shrug. “But this is what we all study and work for. A big story. They don’t come often, we should do our best with them.”

Seonghwa grunted in response. You turned to look at him, wondering if you’d said something wrong. But then he turned his head to look at you and you felt your heart practically come to a standstill in your chest. His eyes became strangely focused the same way they did when he looked at the gory pictures you had printed out and stuck up for analysis.

“You’re brave, you know that?” he asked. When you raised an eyebrow in question, he raised one in return. “Don’t you think it’s dangerous to meddle with the affairs of someone who’s so willing to maim and kill? Do you think they aren’t reading all of this? Watching what you’re doing?”

For the first time since the murders had started, you felt a pang of ice cold fear in your chest.

“No, I… I didn’t think of it like that,” you whispered, looking at your wall through a new lens. Maybe Seonghwa was right. Maybe all you were doing was making yourself a target without even coming closer to an answer for the case. Seonghwa grunted once again.

“You have to look closer, and never think that they’re not looking back at you,” he said. Before you could even register what he was doing he pushed aside the papers on your desk so that there was a clear space in the middle. He guided you to sit down with the intoxicating touch that you were starting to become more and more familiar with and you followed. You followed again when he stepped forward to stand between your legs and leaned in so that his nose brushed against yours. You looked at his hands and, after weeks of fleeting glances and trying to figure it out, you understood what was stuck beneath his nails. “Look at me. Are you looking at me?”

You looked away from his hands, the icy fear in your chest melting into the warmth of attraction in your stomach, until you couldn’t tell what was horror and what was desire. In the end, both feelings fostered an aching hunger deep in your belly.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’m looking.”

Seonghwa lifted a hand, allowed you to stare at the blood beneath his nails before he held your jaw and gave it a calculated squeeze.

“I’m looking back at you,” he said, words ghosting over your lips.

When he kissed you it was hungry. You felt as though your stomach had opened up into a black hole. His teeth dug into your bottom lip and you let them, even when the pain of it became sharp enough to make you wince. You let him kiss and bite and lick even when the skin broke and the kiss began to taste of metal and flesh. His nails dug into your skin as he pushed his hands up beneath your shirt, no doubt leaving behind indents in the shape of crescent moons, and his breaths came out heavy and unsteady.

“Keep looking,” he demanded, voice rough and unlike anything you’d heard from his lips before. “I’m looking right back at you.”

The crimes only seemed to escalate after that. In tune with them, the hunger you felt around Seonghwa escalated each time you saw him. You wanted more from him, but he only ever gave you half of that. He pressed you against his kitchen counter and bit into your skin, teeth digging in hard enough that you were sure he’d break past it and make you bleed the same way he did to your lips. But he never did bite that hard. You were starting to learn that Seonghwa was a master of self-control, even though the number of murders in the city only seemed to climb. While you still had no real reason to believe that he had anything to do with them, you couldn’t keep yourself from trying to connect the two dots.

You barely saw San anymore. Instead you sat with your legs over Seonghwa’s lap while you told him about the latest autopsy report and he clued you in on what you weren’t looking at closely enough. He pushed a hand beneath your shirt and traced each of your organs as you described what had happened to those of the victims. Some of them had been removed with the utmost care, while some of them had been torn out with the same aggression a five-year-old would use to tear the limbs off of their Barbie dolls. Seonghwa seemed to enjoy listening to you describe that sort of aggression, and if that was suspicious to you in any way, shape or form, you kept that suspicion to yourself. You never posed any questions, just kept looking closer. Each time you did, you found that Seonghwa was looking right back at you.

It was late one evening when there was a furious knocking on your front door. You were half-asleep already, sitting in front of the TV with a book in hand, and you stumbled when you got up to answer the door. Unlike weeks ago, it was Seonghwa who you were expecting to see at this time, not your childhood friend. But it was San’s face that greeted you, not his roommate’s.

“Hey Sannie,” you mumbled through your drowsiness. When he didn’t immediately reply, you blinked at him, slowly zoning in on the anger and discomfort in his eyes. You stepped out of the doorway but he made no move to come inside, instead shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably.

“You know something,” he said. A statement, not a question.

“What do you mean?”

“Your articles are different. The speculation isn’t speculation anymore,” he said. This managed to wake you up.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, but the words were only half true.

“I know how you write. I’ve read your articles for years,” San continued, his discomfort becoming more and more obvious. “All this stuff about the killer being a surgeon and a hunter? Speculating that they’re a cannibal? That the killings are like the work of a butcher? You’re not guessing. You’re writing things that you know for sure.”

You froze. You hadn’t even noticed the tone in your articles shifting. You realised suddenly that you might have written about something you weren’t supposed to know, something that hadn’t been revealed to the public yet. Your blood ran cold. You couldn’t even remember how much of Seonghwa’s words had weaved their way into your own.

“Are they things that you know for sure?” you asked, unable to keep the shake out of your voice. Something akin to disappointment, maybe even betrayal, passed over San’s face.

“You have to tell us why you know these things. You have to tell us or else they’re going to make you,” he said quietly.

“Don’t you trust me?” you asked.

“It’s not about trust. This is my job,” San said. He paused for a moment, looking as though he might regret what he was going to say. But he said it anyway. “If I have to throw you under the bus I will. If I have to arrest you or take you to court to solve this case, I will. It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t you.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t you. He didn’t even care who he was sacrificing, not if it would get this case off of his back. He didn’t really care about solving it. He cared only about washing his hands of the matter. The two of you did nothing except look at each other for a long while, and that gap that had surfaced when you wrote your first article about the case appeared again, wider and deeper than it had ever been. You wondered for a second if you would turn San in for something he hadn’t done, but it took only a second and not any longer for you to dismiss the idea. Of course you wouldn’t. Who would do something like that?

You shut the door and locked it. You stood there until you finally heard San’s footsteps retreating, finalising the divide in your friendship.

“You can’t tell me anymore than you already have,” you told Seonghwa days later, taking down your scraps of paper and pictures of evidence and packing them all up into a shoebox. Seonghwa watched from the doorway of the room, his expression stiff enough that you couldn’t tell whether he was pleased or displeased.

“You don’t want to look anymore?” he asked. You glanced at him, felt your cheeks turn hot as he looked at you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you mumbled. “San’s going to turn me in if I say anything else.”

“What makes you think he’d be able to?”

This time when you looked at Seonghwa he looked something close to livid.

“What makes you think anyone can hurt you anymore? That they could do anything to you that you don’t want them to do?”

You tried not to think about what the words implied when there was dry blood beneath his nails and a dark look in his eyes. You pushed the last of the pictures into the box and set it down on top of your desk. You sealed it shut with copious amounts of tape, working silently even as Seonghwa came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Finally, you were done, but you stayed still as Seonghwa pulled you closer to him, nosing at the back of your neck.

“Keep looking, okay?” he whispered. “I’ll keep looking back.”

Pulling and pulling, swallowing and swallowing. It was all Seonghwa knew how to do. Not for the first time, you let yourself be pulled in and swallowed down. Only this time, you were finally aware of it.

It didn’t take long for another body to be found. Only that this time, you knew first. You knew before the emergency service operators did, before the police did, before any other journalist did. You knew first, and you kept looking and looking and looking while it looked back all the while.

This was the first time you’d seen somebody die and it was the first time you’d seen somebody kill. It was also the first time you’d seen somebody open-mouthed and bloody-lipped. Breathless, beautiful. Exquisite, intoxicating. Hungry. Hungry, hungry, hungry.

Hungry even when he pulled you close and kissed you with blood in his mouth and all over his face and beneath his nails. He swallowed down flesh and you kept looking. He tore open skin and you kept looking. He got blood on his peachy eyeshadow and you kept looking. The shameful part of your human nature wouldn’t let you pull your eyes away.

“C’mere doll.”

His voice was magnetic and he knew it. You moved closer to him, shuffling alongside the body beginning to turn cold beside you both on the bed. Seonghwa’s hands slid beneath your underwear, squeezing your ass tight enough to make you gasp. He stained your skin with blood and grinned at you. He leaned forward to kiss your neck and this time his teeth broke the skin. He lapped up the blood that surfaced, kissed at the wound like a mother kissing her child’s scraped knee.

“Are you still looking?” he asked, sounding something like tires crunching on gravel.

“Yes,” you replied, kissing at his iron-coated lips. He hummed, satisfied. If he wanted to eat you whole you would have let him in that moment, spellbound by his touch and gaze the same way you had been when you first met him. But for the first time since you’d laid eyes on him he was satisfied, less of a blackhole and more of a bottomless pit. Less of a bottomless pit and more of a man.

“Good. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

Even as the case spiralled, even as dry blood began to accumulate beneath your fingernails, even when your best friend’s name appeared in your headlines, you did exactly as he said. The fear subsided into curiosity, and curiosity subsided into admiration, and admiration inevitably subsided into hunger. Through each and every body and through each and every bump in the case, your eyes never left his. And he kept looking

right

back

at you.

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amazing grace - psh (m)

part of the church boy series.

summary: you’re spending the summer at home after finishing school and you somehow get dragged into handling the baby nursery at church for the next two months. the only thing sweeter than the babies is your co-worker, park seonghwa.

word count: 10k

warnings: smut! i tried my best to keep language gender neutral but afab!reader and smutty smut smut. some language. little slow burn-y? breeding kink a little bit? sorry. oral (f receiving) and uhhh unprotected sex pls don’t do that! and a lil gagging. lmk if i need to tag anything else. mostly unedited also!

“okay, i know i said i needed a transition job, but this is not what i meant,” you tell your mother, who just explained “the best idea” to you.

basically, she wants you to move back home for the summer and babysit all the kids from your church. some of these kids were made by classmates and friends of yours, and this feels like a slight dig by your mom that you haven’t made any grand-babies yet. she said the pay was decent, and the job is yours if you’re willing to live back at home for a month or two while you wait for your connections to finesse a job for you.

“c’mon, y/n, you’d be really good at it,” your mom insists. “i always thought you’d be a great teacher, so this can be a way for you to try it out.”

“i don’t know mom,” you say. “this just doesn’t align with the plan i had for myself.”

“well i know that,” your mom scoffs. “i’m just saying...if nothing better comes along....:

“i’ll consider it,” you assure her, putting her at ease for the time being. she moves on to complaining about some family drama, and you start to zone out, catching yourself thinking about how bad the nursery job really would be.

that following sunday, you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s still early, and it’s the weekend, so you decide to ignore it and try to fall back asleep. the buzzing stops and your room is quiet for a moment before you feel another vibration alerting you of a voicemail. worried that it could be something about a job opportunity, you grab your phone and play the voicemail without checking the number.

“hello? uh, hi, y/n,” a man’s voice begins. “this is seonghwa, from church. i uh, i saw that you might be interested in the open nursery job? so i was calling about that. if you have any questions, you can just call me, and maybe we can meet to discuss the position. i think you’d really like it, so i hope you get in touch soon. ok. um. that’s it. alrighty. bye.”

seonghwa? park seonghwa? like the guy you had a big ass crush on from age ten to eighteen park seonghwa? just the thought of him working with babies is enough to make you swoon. maybe this is a sign that you shouldn’t take the nursery job after all, even though you’d convinced yourself to do it for a few months at least.

then again...it’s been a while since you’ve seen seonghwa, so maybe those childhood feelings won’t resurface and it won’t be as endearing to see him with babies as you’re imagining. you decide to sleep on it a little more, and plug your phone back in before you roll over and go back to sleep with babies and seonghwa on the brain.

“y/n!” your mom yells, obviously using the spare key you gave her very freely. she let herself into your apartment on her way home from church because she had news.

so, yes, maybe she mentioned the whole baby nursery thing to you because she wants to light a fire under your ass about having grandkids, but she knows an easy job around some cute babies will help cheer you up after finishing up your final semester and an internship without any job prospects. but this morning, the most curious thing happened.

she was sitting in her pew after church, chatting with friends, when a handsome young man came up to her asking about you of all people. he said his name was seonghwa and that you were friends back in high school, so he was really excited when he heard you were interested in the nursery job. he said he called you but you didn’t pick up (which is typical) and he wanted to know if your mom could relay the message that he really hopes you take the job. so of course, she had to come tell you immediately. now, she won’t admit that she’s already got your wedding planned with this young man, but she does have venues bookmarked in her phone. just in case.

you woke up a few minutes before she came over uninvited, so you were alive and dressed, thankfully. don’t need to hear a lecture from your mom about sleeping until noon as a grown adult. you grab your laundry basket on the way out to make it look like you’ve had a productive morning and go to greet your mother.

“hey mom, thanks for the heads up,” you reply and she just rolls her eyes as she unpacks the food she brought over.

“nice to see you too, sweetie,” she scoffs. “i have a bone to pick with you.”

“oh do tell.”

“do you remember seonghwa?” she asks, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to not audibly groan.

“yeah, he called me about the position,” you say, skipping the part where your mother coos over how marry-able he is. “i was gonna call him back once church let out.”

“and have you?” she sing-songs back.

“no,” you reply in the same tone. “he’s probably still there with the kids so i was gonna give a few more minutes. and also, you’re here. it’s rude to take phone calls when you have guests.”

“i guess i’ll just have to get out of your hair then,” your mom says as she starts to pack up.

“you’re joking?” you ask incredulously. “you’ve never come over for such a short amount of time.”

“that was the plan the whole time,” she assures you. “i thought you might need some face to face encouragement to call that nice young man, and i didn’t want to feel bad about finishing this family size meal all by myself, so it was a successful trip.”

“thanks mom,” you grumble as you drop the facade of being productive and leave your laundry on the kitchen table in favor of picking at the fried chicken on your kitchen counter.

“call that boy!” your mom shouts as she lets herself out, and you promise that you will so she’ll leave faster.

you let a few days go by before you actually call seonghwa. part of you is hoping that you’ll hear from one of the many jobs you’ve applied for in your field, and the other part of you is trying to suppress the butterflies you get every time you think about seonghwa. you think you’ve finally got those under control, and your rent is looming ahead of you, so you take the dive and call your old friend.

was seonghwa still your friend? as you wait for him to pick up you think back on some of the time you spent together as kids, which was definitely peak friendship for the two of you. then you started drifting apart around middle school and came back around during high school when you both started volunteering with the younger kids. you drifted again when you both went to college, and you realize you haven’t really spoken to him since. it makes sense that seonghwa would still be working with kids, but you wonder what he’s been up to these past few years. your train of thought is cut short by the sound of the familiar voice on the other end of the phone.

“y/n?” seonghwa asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. “didn’t think you’d ever call me back.”

“yep,” you laugh nervously. so much for suppressing the butterflies in your gut. “i am completely skint, so i need a job. and you so kindly offered me one the other day, remember?”

“skint?” seonghwa replies. “you learn a bunch of weird words off at that fancy college of yours?”

so it seems the years apart didn’t take away that comfortable connection you always seemed to have with seonghwa. friends and family would call what you two consider platonic banter just straight up flirting, but there’s no one around to hear the teasing lilt in seonghwa’s voice or to see the blush threatening to rise all over your face.

“i learned a few,” you confirm. “do you know what assiduous means?”

“isn’t that a type of tree?”

“no,” you laugh. “it means to show great care and perseverance.”

“i was way off,” seonghwa laughs back and you nod despite being alone. “maybe that can be your thing if you get this job, you teach the babies new words.”

“yeah, tell me more about this job,” you start. “do we have to actually sit on the babies?”

seonghwa wasn’t expecting that, and laughs fully from his chest. you can’t stop the warmth that spreads through you at the sound, and it takes seonghwa a moment to respond.

“dear god, please don’t sit on them,” he says through a few spare giggles. “your mom didn’t explain the job to you?”

“a little,” you shrug. “but you actually do it, so tell me more. what’s it like getting paid to wipe baby shit all morning?”

seonghwa goes on to explain the job, and you learn that it’s not just a one day gig, which is great news for you. you could potentially work the majority of the day on sunday with a few hours here and there throughout the week for bible studies that need childcare. it’s not an astounding amount of money, but with your savings it’s enough to hold you over while you look for something more permanent.

“and the kids are really cute,” seonghwa concludes, ending his thorough description of everything this job entails.

“thank goodness, i wouldn’t do it if they were uggos,” you joke, and you hear seonghwa sigh, but you also think you hear a smile in his voice as he replies.

“you haven’t changed at all, have you y/n?”

“if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right?” you answer. “so when could i start working in the nursery?”

“seriously?” seonghwa asks, sounding surprised, which is weird considering you just spent 10 minutes on the phone with him discussing the job and its duties.

“uh, yeah? that’s why i called.”

“oh, um, right,” seonghwa hesitates. “well, uh, i guess you could start this sunday? you can come in tomorrow to do the paperwork, i’ll be there to do childcare for a leadership meeting, and i can show you where everything is.”

“seonghwa, i’ve been going to this church since i was a baby,” you tell him. “i already know where everything is.”

“ah yes, but do you know where i keep my secret pack of snacks that i steal from the toddler rooms so i have something to eat that’s not pre-mushed? or where the good lysol spray is kept?”

“you have much knowledge,” you tease. “guess i’ve got a lot to learn.”

“yeah, you’ve just got to be assiduous about it,” seonghwa replies, a smile present in his voice. “so i’ll see you tomorrow? and then again on sunday?”

“tomorrow and again on sunday,” you confirm. “bye seonghwa! and thank you, seriously. i needed this job.”

“it was yours from the start,” he tells you. “see you later, y/n.”

you get to church early the next day, and find seonghwa in the baby nursery organizing diapers into different drawers. you stop for a minute and take him in, noticing that his face shows a little more maturity than the cherub faced kid you grew up with. you’ve seen him around, but you haven’t taken the time to notice just how...grown up seonghwa looks. he looks good, you can’t deny. you’re busy staring at his chiseled jawline when he turns and jumps at your presence.

“jesus, y/n, say something next time,” he gasps out.

“shouldn’t you apologize for saying j dog’s name like that?” you joke.

“ok, don’t call him j dog in front of the kids,” seonghwa laughs, and he takes a moment to blatantly check you out. “you look nice.”

“oh, thanks,” you say simply. “didn’t know if i needed to treat this like a real job or not so i went with one of my more casual interview outfits.”

“you got the job,” seonghwa assures you. “no need to impress me with cute clothes.”

“so,” you say, ignoring his comment and lingering eyes. “you were gonna show me where the snacks are?”

in the next five minutes, you find yourself sprawled out at one of the little tables in a toddler room down the hall, onboarding paperwork surrounding you and a pile of oreos in between you and seonghwa. you catch up as you finish your paperwork, and you learn that seonghwa has been working at the nursery all through college. he’s not sure he wants to be a teacher anymore, or work with kids at all actually, but the church kids have a special place in his heart so that’s kept him here over the years.

“what about you?” he asks. “you just graduated right?”

“right,” you confirm. “kinda don’t wanna talk about it.”

“why not?”

“well, no offense, but i didn’t expect to get my degree and then come back home to work with church babies,” you tell him. “i’m not as nice as you, i don’t have a soft spot for these kids. i just have bills i have to pay.”

“i get that,” seonghwa nods. “not everyone can be as kind and caring as i am.”

“woah, that’s totally not what i meant,” you laugh, and seonghwa smiles back at you.

“no, i really do get it,” he assures you. “i don’t plan on being here much longer myself.”

“oh? and what’s next for the oh so lovely park seonghwa?” you tease, and you feel proud at the blush you find dusting seonghwa’s cheeks.

“i’ll be keeping that to myself for now,” he teases back, popping an oreo in his mouth as he glances down at your paperwork. “you did that page wrong.”

“what?!” you exclaim, looking back to notice that yes, you did fill it out wrong. you wrote in the spots meant for the employer and not the employee, and you groan. “it’s because you’re distracting me.”

“if i’m a distraction to you then i don’t think we should work together y/n,” seonghwa says, holding eye contact with you for a moment. suddenly you find it hard to breathe, and if seonghwa hadn’t moved to get you a new sheet, then you’re not sure where that conversation would’ve gone. there was some kind of intention behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite read, so you decide to ignore it instead as you pop open an oreo and absentmindedly eat the icing. seonghwa catches you licking the icing off and has to remind himself he’s literally at church so his mind won’t wander.

“here,” he says as he gently hands you the new stack of paper. “brought some extras in case you mess up again.”

“don’t make me quit before i even start, park.”

“sorry,” he laughs. “but speaking of that, when can you start?”

“uh, pretty immediately?” you tell him. “i really need money.”

“so like, could you start tonight?”

apparently thursdays are a big day for bible studies at your church, because within an hour, you’ve got about five newborns in the nursery with you and seonghwa. the other nursery workers came in shortly after you finished your paperwork and welcomed you, and you had to laugh at them calling you “seonghwa’s friend” as if you didn’t grow up in this church just like he did. it’s obvious you’re not as involved as seonghwa, so it didn’t matter that much, but when you recognized one of your childhood church friends dropping off her kid, you waved, and she pretended not to see you. that got on your nerves, but someone dropping off another baby cut through your angry inner monologue. you hold eye contact with the baby in your arms before you call for seonghwa’s attention.

“seonghwa you told me these kids were cute,” you start out. “this one looks like a cabbage patch kid gone wrong.”

“don’t say that y/n!” seonghwa scolds you, but you can see the hint of a smile sneaking through his sharp features.. “babies are little angels.”

“you really like kids don’t you?” you ask, after watching him fuss over the baby in his arms. “you’re really good with them.”

“thanks,” he replies with a soft, yet breathtaking, smile. “i’ve always felt like i needed to work with them so i could be the kinda person i always needed when i grew up.”

“why babies though?” you ask. “aren’t they more work?”

“eh, not here,” seonghwa shrugs. “the other kids talk too much. ask a lotta questions i don’t want to answer.”

“smart man.”

“but also the past few years i’ve just had babies on the brain,” seonghwa continues as he bounces the baby in his arms. “i guess it’s my subconscious telling me i need to start a family soon.”

“any prospects for that family, hm?” you pry, smiling as you watch the baby in his arms giggle and clap.

“maybe,” seonghwa replies shyly. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

and you leave it, for that night at least. the crush you have/had on seonghwa is keeping you from being totally neutral, so you know you’ll want to ask again in the future, but for now you let seonghwa be cute with his little baby buddies and you just admire from afar and help out as you can.

before the night is over, one of the little girls has completely clung to you, falling asleep on your chest so securely that her mom jokes about bringing you home with them so they don’t have to wake her. with a little luck, you don’t even disturb her as you place her into her stroller, and seonghwa looks on proudly while you smile and wave goodbye to some of the cute kids walking by.

“so when were you gonna tell me you were a pro at this?” seonghwa asks, and you blush slightly. “the babies, and the parents, love you. impressive.”

“they’re easy to get along with,” you shrug. “and you made it pretty easy too.”

“what about you?” seonghwa asks suddenly. “have you thought about starting a family?”

“not until recently,” you admit. “seeing my friends have kids has really lit a fire under my ass, mostly because my mom sees her friends talking about grandkids on facebook and then she comes to me asking for grandbabies just about every single day.”

“and?”

“and what?”

“do you think you’ll have kids?” seonghwa asks, and you shrug.

“not sure, really. maybe if i meet the right person? but for now, no,” you tell him. “need a real job before i can have a real kid.”

“got it,” seonghwa nods, something unreadable in his expression. he finishes wiping down the counter before turning to face you fully. “want me to walk you to your car?”

“i’m right outside, you don’t need to-”

“i insist.”

you take a few minutes to collect your things, and then seonghwa is leading you out of the church, pointing out which doors need to be locked before you walk out and what lights need to stay on for the cleaning crews. you take it all in intently, and soon enough you’re outside your car, awkwardly waiting for seonghwa to finish his spiel about coming to work early.

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa interrupts himself. “i’m boring you.”

“no, not at all hwa!” you insist. he quirks an eyebrow at the resurfaced nickname, and you stumble on insisting that you’ll be at work early no matter what, and you’re so thankful for this job, and-

seonghwa kisses you. it’s quick, so you almost don’t notice, but he definitely kissed you, the lingering hand on your hip to steady you is enough evidence of that. he pulled away quickly, and it gives you a chance to stare back at him, checking his eyes before flitting your own gaze back down to his lips. he gets the hint and leans back in, this time securely wrapping his hands around your waist as your hands card through his hair. it’s an innocent kiss, but seonghwa’s touch makes you feel like you’re on fire. he alternates between deep kisses that have you searching for air, and then he pulls back slightly to nip your lips and tease as if he’s going to pull away, before diving back in.

but before you know it, he’s pulling away again, whispering something about work on sunday, and then he’s gone, leaving you with puffy lips and your heart beating against your ribcage.

the next few shifts with seonghwa go by without a word about your kiss. he’s still his friendliest self, still a little aloof like always, and still so sickeningly sweet with the babies. it’s doing things to your heart, watching him take care of them so well, and you catch yourself staring a little too often. you hope seonghwa doesn’t see, but he’s caught you a few times. all it does is rustle the budding feelings for you deep in his chest, and he does his best to ignore them for now.

“why do you keep staring at me?” he asks one quiet shift, just the two of you and a baby asleep in each of your arms. you had absolutely been staring at his plump lips as they made kissy sounds at the baby in his lap, but you can’t just say that. you don’t know where you stand with seonghwa, so you don’t wanna push it if there’s not anything that should be pushed, so you make something up.

“oh, i was just looking at how you were holding the baby,” you tell him. he’s somehow made a barrier for the baby to sit comfortably in his elevated lap, which looks so much more comfortable than the way you’re sitting. “i think my arm is about to fall asleep.”

“well we can’t have that,” seonghwa says, finally looking over to you and noting how your arm must be cramped in that small chair. he gets up and carefully places his baby in a bouncer before making his way to you. “let me show you how to do it.”

“what?” you ask, taken aback as seonghwa slides his arms around yours to shift your grip on the bundle of joy you’re holding.

“just go with it,” he says, eyes flicking up to bore into your own. his voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if that’s because of the sleeping baby or not.

he pulls his arms away once he’s satisfied with your hold, and you assume that’s all he’s gonna do. you’re noticeably more comfortable now, but seonghwa’s not done. he places his hand at the back of your knee and pulls your leg up. the touch takes your breath away, and seonghwa is quick to position you so that both of your feet are on the stool in front of you, legs bent to create that same elevated surface for the baby that you watched him do. he tells you to put the baby in your lap now, and he stands above you for a few moments to gauge your comfort level. one hand is still on your knee though, so he gives it a squeeze before pulling away completely.

“see? that’s better.”

“mhm,” you squeak out, still reeling over the feeling of his hands on your legs. the slightest hint of fire lingers on everywhere he touched, and you focus on your baby to clear your head. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he hums, moving around the room with a smug smile on his face.

it isn’t until a week or so later that seonghwa makes another move. it was a busy day, you were swamped with crying kids all morning, and seonghwa could tell you needed some kind of relief.

“y/n?” seonghwa whispers, trying not to disturb the easily excitable babies that are currently asleep. “are you doing anything tonight?”

“uh, no?” you reply. “why? please don’t tell me it involves more babies.”

“no,” he chuckles quietly. “i was planning on meeting some friends at a bar and wanted to know if you’d be down to join us? you remember my friend, hongjoong right?”

“was he the one that you brought as your friend to youth night one year, and the pastors all asked you if they should pray for his soul?” you ask jokingly, somewhat remembering the fiasco it was that seonghwa brought a friend who dared to come to church with blue hair and an actual fashion sense. it catches seonghwa off guard, and his chuckle is a little louder this time. you both freeze, staring into each other’s eyes and hoping you don’t hear a baby wailing in the next three seconds. the room stays silent, so he continues the conversation.

“yeah, that’s him,” he smiles. “he’s dj’ing tonight, so we’re going out to support him, if you wanna come.”

“yeah, i’m down,” you say with a shrug. “could definitely use a drink after dealing with these little ones.”

“don’t talk about impure things around the babies,” he whispers back.

“hwa, none of these kids know what we’re saying,” you say a little louder than you probably should. the baby closest to seonghwa starts to whine, and he’s quick to soothe them, but then the baby next to them wakes up and starts crying, and suddenly the whole room is abuzz with tears. you catch seonghwa’s eye and smile, “bet you could use a drink right about now, huh?”

you agree to meet seonghwa at the bar, just taking a lyft to make things easier on yourself later. you make it through the front and start looking around for your devilishly handsome coworker when you hear someone calling your name. you turn and see what must be hongjoong waving you over.

“y/n!” he shouts as soon as you’re close enough. “it’s so good to see you!”

“you too!” you shout back over the music. “i can’t believe you recognized me after all these years.”

“i’d remember that face,” he replies with a wink, and you can’t help but take the compliment shyly. “thanks for coming to see my set.”

“well thank seonghwa for inviting me,” you tell him. “do you know where he is, by the way?”

“he’s outside trying to find some of our friends,” he explains. “apparently they started pregaming and are too drunk to find the bar. so i’m sorry about any of that in advance.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fine,” you laugh. “speaking of drinks though, i think i’m gonna head to the bar, you need anything?”

“nah,” hongjoong shakes his head. “i’m good, don’t like to be affected when i get on stage.”

“very professional of you,” you reply. “i’ll be right back then.”

you squeeze your way through the crowd, fighting for a spot against the bar as you wait to get the bartender’s attention. while you wait, a hand lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn around to see seonghwa. he smiles at you sweetly, waving from a couple people behind you. you wave back, but grab his hand before he puts it down and you just yank him to the front with you.

“thanks for that,” he laughs. “glad you could make it.”

“happy to be here,” you smile. “you need a drink?”

“hell yes,” he replies, and you gasp in pretend shock.

“perfect angel park seonghwa just said a curse word?” you continue, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“i could say a lot worse than that,” he assures you, and you don’t know why that makes your heart skip a beat.

“i’d like to see that,” you tease.

“i’m sure you would,” he fights back, and you fall quiet. the bartender looks your way and seonghwa waves her over before whispering to you, “if it’s quicker, we can just put this all on one tab.”

“okay,” you agree, reaching for your wallet, but seonghwa puts his hand on top of yours and shakes his head.

“don’t even think about it,” he says. “i invited you out, i’ll get this round.”

“thank you,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder so you can shout it in his ear over the music. you both order, and continue to wait as the music booms around you. the drinks come quickly, and there’s suddenly a large group trying to push their way to the bar, so seonghwa, thinking fast, grabs you by the hip to lead you back to the table where hongjoong sits, now with a few new faces.

the friends introduce themselves as yeosang, yunho and mingi, and they seem like nice guys. despite what hongjoong said earlier, they don’t seem too drunk, and they’re easy to talk to, which you appreciate. it’ll be a fun night, and you all hype hongjoong up as he gets ready to perform.

“so how often does he do this?” you ask seonghwa, who’s motioning for you to slide into the booth next to yeosang.

“not that often actually,” seonghwa explains. “he usually just produces or writes for his side projects, but every once in a while the owner here convinces him to dj if she needs some extra cash. hongjoong always pulls a big crowd.”

“i didn’t realize i’ve been invited to such an exclusive event,” you joke, and seonghwa smiles lightly.

“well you are a vip,” he lamely replies, and you laugh, mostly at his red cheeks and the face of regret after he realizes how corny that was. “shut up. try your drink.”

“what’d you two order?” mingi asks, finally cutting into the banter between you and hwa.

“i got a mule and y/n got a fancy martini,” seonghwa explains. “y/n’s all grown up on me now.”

“i saw a tiktok about a bartender that said people who know their exact martini order are sexy, so i’ve been trying a few things,” you admit.

“that is kinda sexy,” yeosang says, giving you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that gets you laughing. you don’t notice seonghwa stiffening beside you as yunho butts in.

“so what’s your order?” he asks politely. “martinis always seem boring, but that looks good.”

“you can try a sip if you want,” you offer him. “it’s a wet martini with a twist, so it’s a little sweeter, but still strong.”

“wet?” mingi laughs, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“grow up, that’s how you know how much vermouth is in it, you twelve year old,” seonghwa scolds him. he says this as he watches you pass your drink to yunho, who sticks his straw in and takes a tentative taste. why didn’t you ask seonghwa if he wanted to try?

“that’s actually not bad,” yunho says with a nod.

“i like it,” you agree. “having a go to martini order feels so adult. figured it was time to move on from the cheapest thing on the menu and go for a big kid drink.”

“hey, hongjoong’s starting!” yeosang chimes, noticing how the lights have changed and the music is getting lower before transitioning to hongjoong’s set. you all turn your focus to the stage to watch him hard at work, heads bopping along as he builds momentum. your table stays quiet for a moment, enjoying the music and sipping your drinks, and then you feel a slight pressure on your leg. you look down to see seonghwa gripping your thigh, and you glance up at him but he’s still focused on his friend. you stare for a moment, hoping to catch his eye to no avail. you look back at hongjoong, and seonghwa squeezes your knee before letting go completely. you ignore it, but scoot closer to him ever so slightly.

you’re about to turn around to say something to him when hongjoong suddenly changes the song to one of your favorites, and instead of the subtle move you were going for you whip your head around to face seonghwa and insist that “we need to go dance. like now.”

“now?” he asks, slightly caught off guard as you put all your weight on him to force him out of the booth.

“yes, now!” you shriek. “i love this song, let’s go!”

seonghwa finally stands and you down the rest of your martini before grabbing his hand and leading him toward the crowd. you nestle yourselves off to the side, but in hongjoong’s line of sight, so he smiles and waves when he notices you having a good time. you lightly drape your arms across seonghwa’s shoulders and start to dance, and it takes him no time to place his hands on your hips and follow suit. maybe downing your drink wasn’t the best choice, but hey, you’re dancing with seonghwa and he seems to have no problem with it. he really must not mind, because now you’re singing along to the chorus right in his face and he just laughs and pulls you tighter. you notice a tension in his hold, but you’re too enveloped by the song to really care. your song slowly starts to build into another, and you slow your movements and lean slightly into seonghwa’s chest to catch your breath.

“that was cute,” he says, looking down at you through a gaze that you can’t quite read. “note to self, y/n really likes bad bunny.”

“it’s a good song,” you laugh nervously, trying not to think about the last time you were this close to seonghwa. his lips are slightly chapped tonight, but plump and kissable nonetheless. maybe if you just-

“i’ll have to remember what else you like,” he says lowly, and you have to lean closer to hear him fully.

“like what?” you ask, unsure of where this is going.

“well, i know what kind of music you like,” he begins. “and now i know what kind of drinks you like, too. you like your martinis wet, right?”

“you seem to be paying a lot of attention to me, park,” you just barely whisper, your lips so close to his ear he can feel your breath.

“answer the question, y/n,” he warns. “you like your cocktails wet, right?” you give a meek ‘mhm’ in response. “then i wonder what else you like wet, huh?”

you pull back from him slightly, mostly to read the look he’s giving you, but seonghwa has tightened his grip on you so hard that you can’t quite move. now you notice the tension you felt earlier came from the bulge in his pants that’s currently pressed up against your thigh, and your next look at seonghwa tells you all that you need to know.

“why don’t we get out of here and you can find out?”

“get out of here” didn’t really work that well. you made it back near the bar with every intent of closing out the tab, but seonghwa decided kissing along the nape of your neck was a better idea. then he pushed you over toward the wall and occupied your lips for some time, and after that you couldn’t take it anymore. you’re currently pressed up against the door of the nearest bathroom, seonghwa’s lips on yours and his desperate moans sending warmth from your chest all the way to your core. you whimper as he pulls away, and he has the audacity to smirk at you while he brushes the hair out of your face.

“couldn’t wait till we got to my place, darling? had to have me right now?” he teases, tracing his fingers across the marks along your neck before dipping them to the top of your shirt. “can i take this off love?” you nod quickly and lift your arms, helping seonghwa pull it off you. your bra leaves little to the imagination, and seonghwa can’t help but stare for a moment. while he’s distracted, you try to catch him off guard.

“who knew precious church boy seonghwa was the kind of guy to fuck in a bar bathroom?” you tease, and seonghwa responds by dipping his fingers down to pinch your nipple. you try to save face with your response, “pinching, really? grow up.”

“stop talking,” seonghwa says lowly before meeting your lips again. “not sure...what you’re into..or i would’ve just slapped your tits to shut you up.”

“i thought you said you wanted to learn what i like,” you say as you pull apart. “so ask me what i like. and don’t say anything about being wet.”

“are you?” seonghwa quips, and you quirk an eyebrow in reply. “you want me to find out myself?”

“ah, after you take your shirt off,” you interject. “i like an even playing field, i take something off, you take something off.”

“fine,” he gruffs, pulling his shirt over his head with ease and revealing the most surprisingly toned chest you’ve ever seen.

“damn, lifting babies made you buff,” you joke, and seonghwa decides he’s getting tired of your jokes. he finds the waistband of your panties poking out above your hips and gives it a tug, releasing the elastic on your skin to give you a little jolt. he looks back up to your eyes and you tell him it’s okay before he dips his fingers into your underwear to immediately find your clit. he gives it a few tentative rubs that have you rutting your hips embarrassingly quickly, and then he’s dipping two digits down to your entrance.

“you think you can take two fingers already?” he asks. “you’re wet enough i think they would slide right in.”

he’s right, he pushes his fingers into you with ease and you hear how wet you are with each movement. he gets in a few quick strokes and then he pulls his fingers from you too soon, silencing you quickly by tapping his fingers on your lips.

“suck,” he instructs you. “don’t wanna hear your funny little jokes right now.”

“but-”

“ah ah, i can stop and we can go back to the table,” he begins, and you violently shake your head, his wet fingers rubbing obscenely over your lips. you tentatively lick away the slick and seonghwa rolls his hips into yours with a moan. “cmon, fingers in your mouth or we’re not doing anything else. can’t get too loud or we’ll ruin hongjoong’s set.”

you finally comply, welcoming seonghwa’s digits as they push past your lips and rest on your tongue. you do as he said and give a little suck, swiping your tongue around to collect the arousal that’s still currently dripping through your panties.

“hmmm,” seonghwa continues. “should i eat you out for good measure? or would that take too long?” you try to respond with his fingers in your mouth, but he sighs and pulls his hand away so he can hear you.

“not sure how long i would last,” you pant slightly. “and i wanna cum on your cock too badly to risk it.”

“oh baby, who said you wouldn’t?” he asks, sending a shiver down your spine. “help me get undressed sweetheart, and i’ll show you something i like.”

you reach for seonghwa’s pants as he does the same to you, roughly undoing his belt and zipper so you can push his pants off him quicker. you’re both left in your underwear, and seonghwa pulls your bra off your shoulders as you dip your hand into his boxers. you give him a quick squeeze, which has him bucking into your touch, and you feel a little victorious, but just for a moment. he’s removed your bra and pulls your panties down next, but you watch as he balls them up and mimics opening his mouth as he brings the balled up fabric back up to your lips.

“i told you we can’t be too loud,” he explains, and you nod in understanding as you let him fill your mouth with your soiled panties. he grips your chin before stroking your clit with his free hand, and you watch as he kneels down to make good on his teasing from earlier. the first touch of his tongue against your pussy has you stifling a moan that’s more like a scream, and you’re suddenly thankful for the gag in your mouth. seonghwa gives your clit a few kitten licks before he moves down and practically starts making out with your cunt, drinking in each drop you let out and holding you down by the hip so you won’t go anywhere. you watch from above as his tongue works through your folds, and you toss your head back in a moan when he sucks on your clit and prods your entrance with his fingers. he dips in slowly at first, giving equal attention to your clit, but slowly he builds until he’s fucking you on his fingers. you can’t help but grind down into him, and the way he’s stroking you has you seeing stars. he starts to apply more pressure to your clit and you lose it, moaning loudly despite your mouth being full and you notice a single tear dripping down your cheek. seonghwa works you through your high, kissing your clit until your moans turn to whimpers, and he stands to greet you with lust filled eyes.

“you taste fucking delicious,” he says before popping his fingers into his own mouth this time. “so sweet and wet, just for me, yeah?”

you nod and mumble something through your gag, which seonghwa doesn’t understand. he pulls just enough of your panties out to hear you speak, and you take a few quick breaths before repeating yourself.

“two questions,” you start, still out of breath from your high. “are you gonna fuck me? and do you have a condom?”

at the second question, seonghwa’s face falls.

“shit,” he mumbles, reaching for his pants. “shit shit shit. i don’t think i do.”

“isn’t there a dispenser in here?” you ask, glancing around your close quarters. seonghwa follows your gaze as you notice, yes, there is a dispenser in here, but the smallest little sticky note on it displays the worst news: out of order.

“fuck,” he groans. “ok, let’s just go, we can go to my apartment and-”

“seonghwa,” you try to stop him, but he keeps going. “seonghwa!”

“what?” he asks, turning back to you with almost puppy dog pouting eyes.

“are you clean?” you ask him, and he looks confused. “i’m on the pill, so if you’re clean, i mean, i trust you, so. we could still. fuck. if you want.”

“are you sure?” he asks. “i’m clean, i promise. honestly it’s been an embarrassing amount of time since i’ve done this so you’re pretty safe, i’d say.”

“well you’re doing great for somebody out of practice,” you assure him, and he laughs.

“ok. so we’re doing this? you’re ok with it?” he confirms once more.

“yes, i’m sure. now come fuck me.”

that’s all seonghwa needs to hear before he’s crashing his lips to yours with newfound energy, and you moan at the way you can still taste yourself on his tongue.

“aren’t you gonna...gag me..again?” you mumble through the sloppy kisses. as much as you love having your tongue in seonghwa’s mouth, you don’t know how much longer you can take.

“depends, are you gonna say more stupid shit?” he asks teasingly and you have to smile.

“no promises,” you tell him and he kisses you quickly one time for good measure.

“i want you in a different position for this, love,” he says. “wanna hear you this time too, no gag. plus i think your panties fell onto the floor.”

“oh good, so those are getting burned,” you groan. “what am i gonna wear out of here?”

“nothing?” seonghwa replies with a devilish smirk. “that sounds nice to me.”

“ok now i want you to stop talking,” you say, placing your hand playfully over his mouth. he bites the palm of your hand and you stifle a moan.

“you liked that?” seonghwa asks with a glint in his eyes. “guess i’ll add biting to the list then.”

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, ready to cut the banter and get back to seonghwa acting out some of your deepest desires.

“up against the mirror,” he says, his voice an octave lower and dripping with lust. “wanna see you watch yourself while i ruin you on my cock.”

your whole body shivers at his words and you can’t even hide it, which fuels seonghwa’s ego more than you’d like. but if it’ll get him to fuck you faster, you don’t mind. you let his hands run down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he stops at your hips and turns you toward the mirror and the sink. his hands glide up your back, over your shoulders, and back down your arms to guide you so that you’re gripping onto the sink, all the while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. you feel yourself dripping, and you wish seonghwa would just split you open on his cock already.

“getting impatient, are we?” he asks, reading your mind. “stop rubbing your thighs together. it’s not gonna make me move any faster.”

“seonghwa,” you whine, pouting just the slightest bit for full effect. “i want you to fuck me, please.”

“such good manners, baby,” he says, finally breaking eye contact with you to look down at your ass. he gives it a little squeeze before slapping each cheek consecutively, and you let out a yelp with each harsh touch. “if it’s too much, tell me, ok?”

“i’lll be fine, hwa,” you assure him.

“yeah, but still,” he says seriously. “just say the word. we go at your pace.”

“if we’re going at my pace then you need to speed it up a little bit,” you bite back, and seonghwa has you immediately eating your words as he buries himself in your cunt.

“you were saying?” he asks, eyebrow quirked with the cockiest smile on his face. you risk a look at yourself and he’s barely done anything and you already look fucked out. “that’s it, baby. keep your eyes right there.”

“seonghwa,” you moan again as he thrusts quickly, not moving much but successfully shoving himself deeper into your warmth.

“feels good?” he asks quietly, thrusting again a little quicker. you can only nod and let out a shaky breath in response, so he pulls out all the way and buries himself again, ripping a small scream from the back of your throat.

“hwa, fuck me, please,” you beg. “fuck me like you mean it.”

“as you wish,” he obeys, collecting the hair on your back and creating a grip for himself. he pulls you up slightly to create some leverage, and then he’s pounding into you so hard and so deep you feel the edge of the link leaving marks on your thighs. seonghwa’s eyes are glued to your reflection and the way your jaw seems to drop more and more with each thrust, and he moans when he feels you clench around him. “so good for me, baby, you’re taking it so well. taking good care of my cock, hm?”

“seonghwa,” you cry. “more, need something else.”

“so needy,” he scoffs. “hips up.”

you do as he says, and he places a hand at your waist and moves it so that he’s pressing a finger to your clit with each thrust. it’s a subtle touch but it’s driving you insane, and you clench around him again, grinding down when he makes contact with your clit.

“look at you,” he coos. “going crazy for my cock, my hand on your clit...fucking in the bathroom where anyone could hear us...you like it dirty and wet, don’t you my good girl?”

you come unexpectedly at the new nickname, and seonghwa groans so loud you’re sure everyone outside could hear. you can feel the mess you’ve made between your legs grow, but seonghwa keeps going well after you’ve finished.

“is it too much?” he asks quietly and you shake your head no.

“wanna help you get off,” you say breathlessly. “wanna make you come.”

“i’m almost there love,” he says. “just keep bein’ good for me.”

you try to time your movements with his thrusts, squeezing him as he retreats and meeting him when he thrusts back in. he never moved his hand, so this is putting more friction on your clit again, and you’re surprised the overstimulation hasn’t gotten to you yet. seonghwa thrusts deeply and starts losing his breath, so he takes a minute to still inside you.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last much longer,” he says. “where do you want me to come?”

“anywhere.”

“no, y/n, tell me where-”

“i don’t care, hwa,” you whine. “just want you to come. i might come with you.”

you feel his cock twitch at that, and he smiles that devil’s smile again.

“fucked you that good, huh?” he asks, and you reach behind you to pinch his side.

“just hurry up and come,” you say.

“wherever i want?” he asks for confirmation.

“wherever you want,” you agree, and he meets your eyes in the mirror.

“then i’m gonna fill you up so i can watch your pussy leak,” he says. “how’s that sound?”

“ideal actually,” the words barely leaving your lips before he thrusts so hard your arms give out, and the grip he’s kept on your hair is the only thing keeping you upright. you moan at the pull, and moan again at the perfect way he’s sliding through your cunt, and you’re squeezing around him just right, and-

“fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he curses, hips sputtering as you feel his come coating your walls. he plugs you up with his cock and stops moving, focusing more on your clit again as he rubs until you’re bucking up into his hand and chanting his name as you come one final time. you feel his release start to drip out around his cock, and he groans as he scoops some of it up and brings it to your lips. you don’t need a command this time, your mouth open and ready as he watches you take them in through the mirror. you feel his dick twitch at the sight, and you start pulling away so he doesn’t get hard again and try to make you come a fourth time in less than an hour. your legs are shaky as he pulls out, and seonghwa audibly groans as he watches his come leak from your pussy.

“that’s beautiful,” he tells you, pushing some of it back in as you look around for your clothes. “you did so good for me.” you can’t help the way you clench at his words, and seonghwa smiles to himself. “glad you came out tonight?”

“mhm,” you squeak, unsure that you can speak properly just yet.

“what are you looking for?” seonghwa asks, picking up on your frantic eyes.

“my panties?”

“they fell, remember?”

“oh shit,” you groan, peeking the fabric that’s mocking you from the floor near the first stall. “shit then i need to get cleaned up.”

“you’re not gonna leave it in?” seonghwa asks with a pout. “but i worked really hard.”

“you’re disgusting,” you laugh as you try to distract yourself from thinking about how hot it is that seonghwa’s come is actively dripping down your legs.

“just pull your pants up and keep your legs closed,” he tells you. “we probably won’t be here much longer anyway.”

“how do you know that?”

“hongjoong’s set most likely ended in between your second and third orgasms? so i bet we’re the only ones of our group left.”

“i’m sorry we missed his set,” you begin, and seonghwa silences you with a kiss.

“are you kidding me? this show was a hell of a lot better.”

after you fucked seonghwa in the bathroom, you casually went back out to your table only to find that, yep, hongjoong’s set was over, and all of their friends had left. seonghwa insisted on driving you home and you laughed together when he plugged his phone into his car and there was a slurry of texts from hongjoong cussing hwa out for choosing a quick fuck over his best friend.

seonghwa was a complete gentleman the whole way home, quieting any question in your mind that he might spend the rest of the night with you. he politely kissed you goodnight, and waited for you to get inside safely before he left, but that was it. for days, actually. he didn’t work the next time you were scheduled, which was odd, and then the next sunday he was mysteriously placed with the toddler class instead of in the infant room with you. you thought you could try to get there early to (jokingly) ask what the fuck was going on, but what you find upon entering the church stops you cold.

the service must have just let out, based on how many people there are in the lobby, so it would be hard for anyone else to spot seonghwa, nestled over in the corner. but seeing as you’ve been semi-obsessed with the man since you started working here, you spot him immediately. you’re so hyperfocused on him it almost takes you a minute to realize there’s a girl hanging onto his arm, and you feel sick.

who knew the sweet boy from church could break your heart so easily?

you don’t even know who she is, so you shouldn’t freak out over it too much, but the thoughts inside your head can’t be tamed. did seonghwa just want to get into your pants, and now he’s moved onto his next victim? or, maybe worse, he was in a relationship the whole time and you just fucked a man who has an entire girlfriend. that makes you feel like the bad person, so you decide to pick the first option, painting seonghwa as the villain. sweet, starry eyed seonghwa, who started bringing you coffee each week and saving your favorite snacks for the two of you to share while the babies slept. kind seonghwa who spoke to the babies like they were gifts from god himself. lovely seonghwa who you caught staring at you at least twice every day since you’ve started working together. maybe you had just read him wrong, and the baby-whisperer thing is just a front so he can be a dick on the side and no one will bat an eye. whatever it is, you’re upset, and you can’t help but think that if you never took this job in the first place you wouldn’t be about to cry in the nursery at the thought of seonghwa with someone else.

while you’re having an internal crisis, one of the other sunday school teachers pops her head in to say hi and make a comment about seonghwa not being with the babies today.

“that’s weird, isn’t it?” she asks, and you simply nod. “he sure loves these babies. and you, but you didn’t hear that from me.” you fake a little giggle as she mimics locking her lips, and you turn to the changing table to look busy. she gets the hint and makes another comment that goes unheard by you, and you’re left alone until you hear the other nursery worker unlocking the baby gate and stepping inside. a little part of you hopes it’s seonghwa and he just has an evil twin hanging around, but a quick look over your shoulder proves you wrong. you’d let your mind linger on the frustration inside you, but the first set of babies are arriving, so you let the mindless tasks of your job take over for the time being.

you’re able to keep your mind off seonghwa until it’s time to leave and you see him coming down the hall from the toddler room. he starts to wave, but you turn around so quickly he gets the feeling that something is wrong. it’s not that he’s avoiding you, well, not on purpose. he is trying to sort through some feelings he doesn’t quite understand, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna be around you since you slept together. but obviously that’s not the way you feel. he lets you turn around in a huff and leave before he can call for your attention, and he settles on trying to talk again another day.

“ms pat, caleb is dirty again,” you semi-complain, telling the other adult in the infant room that the baby you’re holding basically just shat on you. it’s a tuesday night, you’ve got too many babies that came from the same bible study, and seonghwa is yet again nowhere to be seen. you heard something about a shift in the childcare schedule, so maybe he’s in another room...again. regardless, you’ve got a pooping baby in your arms, and your new room buddy jumps into action so you make the pass quickly, quick enough that the innocent baby doesn’t even know what’s going on. with your hands free, you start cleaning up the toys littering the floor when you hear a voice by the door clearing their throat.

“hi y/n,” seonghwa says quietly, trying not to disturb the babies’ peace. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

“kinda busy, seonghwa,” you say in an irritated voice. “shouldn’t you be in your new room anyway?”

“i’m taking a kid to the potty,” he explains, and you roll your eyes.

“you’re an adult, please say anything else.”

“y/n,” he says again. “please. come talk to me, just one minute.”

“i can’t seonghwa, i’m working.”

“she can leave,” ms pat says from the corner of the room. “i’ve got it.”

you look up from the toys you’re trying to line up perfectly, and you catch seonghwa’s cocky smirk as he nods his head toward the hall. you groan and stand, assuring the baby room that you’ll be right back and then seonghwa is opening the baby gate for you. you get a couple steps away from any of the open nursery rooms, and then you turn to face seonghwa.

“what do you want.”

“your new friend seemed pretty eager to get rid of you,” he jokes. “you being mean to the babies again?”

“not any meaner than normal,” you say. “i’m a ray of sunshine in there.”

“like you are right now?” he starts, and you scoff.

“oh please. i have the right to act this way,” you say. “why haven’t i heard from you since we had sex?”

“shh!” seonghwa semi-shouts, reaching to cover your mouth but you step away. “jesus y/n, we’re still at church.”

‘and you just said jesus’ name in vain,” you point out with a cock of your head. “so i guess we’re both sinners today.”

“i’m sorry,” he says quickly. “i didn’t mean to go radio silent on you.”

‘that’s fine,” you say, starting back toward your classroom. “thanks for the apology.”

“wait-” he says, grabbing your arm. “let me finish.”

“i let you finish once, that’s enough i think.”

“y/n c’mon,” he sighs. “what’s gotten into you?”

“i saw you with a girl the other sunday,” you begin. “she was hanging onto you like she was pretty comfortable with it. not sure who she is but i’m also not sure i wanna be in the middle of that.”

“who?” seonghwa asks, eyes wide and sparkling, and you groan.

“ugh, nothing. please, let me go back to work.”

“no, no, you thought i was with someone else?” he starts again, cornering you against the wall so you can’t try to leave anymore. you watch as he flashes back through the past few days, and it’s like you see the lightbulb of recognition go off when it connects. then, suddenly, he makes a face of disgust. “are you talking about her?”

“gee seonghwa, i don’t know,” you say. “why don’t you tell me who she is first and we’ll see if that’s who i’m thinking of.”

“do you know san?” he asks out of no where. “the dick-ish dude that’s our age? he sings in the choir.”

“was he the girl?”

“no,” seonghwa laughs. “that’s his girlfriend.”

“you’re digging yourself a deep, dark hole, park.”

“stop talking,” he snaps. “that was san’s girlfriend. or ex, i should say. she was trying to make him jealous, for some reason i choose not to learn the details of, and i was the victim. apparently she’s as much of a dick as he is, so she’d been involving a lot of innocent bystanders in their fights lately.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” he nods. “so you saw her hanging off of me? did you see me push her away and knock her right into the assistant pastor?”

“ha, no i did not,” you chuckle. “wish i had though.”

“i can try to recreate it for you,” he teases, and you roll your eyes. “i can’t believe you were this upset over that.”

“it wasn’t just that,” you whine. “yes, i was upset that you might’ve been with someone so soon after we fucked, but i still have not heard from you since and that’s why i’m still so mad at you. you’re not even working in the baby room anymore, so it feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa nods. “i shouldn’t have ignored you. and didn’t you read the childcare emails last week? the toddler teachers got covid through their bible study, so i’m filling in until they’re better.”

“oh great, so i’m jealous and illiterate,” you nod. “good. love that for me.”

“you were jealous?” seonghwa asks with a smile and you groan again.

“seonghwa, yes, yes i was jealous. i’m jealous of the babies that you hug and kiss because i wish you’d do that to me, of course i was jealous of a girl throwing herself at you.”

you stop for a second and realize the confession you just made, and you feel your face flush. seonghwa shifts too, moving from just casually keeping you against the wall to pushing you into it with his hips. his hands rest at your waist, giving it reassuring squeezes as he speaks.

“as precious as that confession was,” he starts. “i did need some time away from you.” you start to pull away, and he shakes his head. “no, wait. i needed to cool down after we fucked because i was afraid the next time i saw you i would admit how hopelessly in love with you i am. and that’s a lot, right after sex, so i’m sorry that i took a few days and handled it poorly. i was trying to figure out my feelings, and also planning a whole confession, which was a waste of time apparently.”

“you’re hopelessly in love with me?” you ask, a smile creeping onto your lips. “why don’t you act like it then?”

then he’s kissing you, hands tracing your hips and traveling up your sides to cup your cheeks. he deepens the kiss as your hands wrap around his neck, and he mumbles into your lips “i’ve liked you since high school, and fell in love with you when i saw you with the babies for the first time, i think. still processing it though.”

“well,” kiss, “i think,” kiss, “it was the same,” kiss, “for me,” kiss.

“wait, really?” seonghwa asks, pulling away from you with a smile that lights up his eyes. another kiss. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“still processing,” you tease, and with the next kiss seonghwa bites down on your lip in retaliation. “hey, at least we were idiots in love together.”

“i would prefer to just be in love with you,” he says seriously, finally looking up at you with something quiet and meaningful in his gaze. “i think i love you, y/n.”

“i think i love you too, seonghwa.”

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Seonghwa and #69, pretty please.

Seonghwa + Suggestive

(You're not as quiet as you think you are.)

The warm water beats down your back as you rest your forehead against the shower wall. You steady your racing heart and try to even out your breathing while the water cascades down your body. Do you feel ashamed? Partly, because you physically couldn't stop yourself and it irritated you. Mostly, you felt awkward about the entire situation.

Yes, you just masturbated while thinking about your friend, but that isn't the embarrassing part. No, the embarrassing part is that he's literally just outside of the bathroom you did it in, and now you have to go out there and face him. Talk about a reality check.

With a sigh, you turn off the water and step out of the shower. You grab one of the hotel towels and begin drying yourself off. All you can think about is having to open the door and see Seonghwa on the bed adjacent to yours. A small flicker of hope lights in your chest when you consider that he and the rest of the group could've gone downstairs to the restaurant, but it's quickly extinguished when you hear Seonghwa's soft voice talking to someone.

Quickly getting dressed, you pick up after yourself and exit the bathroom. You find Seonghwa leaning against the headboard of his bed with his phone cradled against his ear.

"Yeah, we're just going to call it a night and go to bed early," his dark eyes are locked on yours as he speaks.

You furrow your brows once his words process in your brain and you glance at the clock on the nightstand. It's barely seven pm. Why would you be going to sleep? Not to mention, neither of you has had dinner yet.

"All of that traveling today must've worn us out." His words cause you to look back at him in surprise. It took you three hours tops to get here today. What is he saying?

He hangs up the phone and his eyes languidly trail up and down your body. You continue to stand your ground and wonder why on earth he's acting so strange, and why is he staring at you like that.

"Why did you tell them we were staying in for the night?"

"Because we are."

You open and close your mouth as you try to figure out when Seonghwa decided he could speak for you. "We haven't even eaten yet?"

"Oh, I plan on changing that. Don't worry."

Confused, you ask, "So, are we going somewhere else then?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Seonghwa, what the hell is going on?" You finally ask in frustration.

He swings his legs off the side of the bed and stands up. "You know something funny? Earlier, I heard Wooyoung and Yeosang talking in their room about something."

"Okay?" You try to follow his logic but fail. "And?"

"And you would be amazed at how thin these walls are."

Your entire body stills and you meet Seonghwa's gaze head-on. He's not… he's not implying what you think he's implying, right?

When he takes a step toward you, you inadvertently take a step back. The process repeats itself until you're backed against the dresser and Seonghwa has somehow stalked his way over to you.

"You're not as quiet as you think you are," Seonghwa's low voice reaches your ears. "Do you know how agonizing it was to sit on that bed and listen to you attempt to stifle your moans in the shower? It took everything I had to not march in there and finish you off myself."

"Why didn't you?" You boldly whisper.

His gaze darkens. "I didn't know who you were thinking about until you came out and looked at me. Your eyes told me everything I needed to know."

"Then, do something about it."

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sugarnspice630 · 2 months

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Blemished - Seonghwa

"Think you’d get away with wearing something like this? Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top."

•pairing: dom!simp!seonghwa x sub!fem!reader

•word count: 1.6k

•tags: mdni, nonidol, praise kink, Hwa is a MASSIVE boob guy, reader has a big chest, sucking/marking/biting of the chest, clit stimulation orgasm, Simp Hwa Simp Hwa, motor-boating?...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Distracting Seonghwa during your dinner date was not your intention, however that's exactly what happened and Seonghwa made sure you knew how much he appreciated it by treating you to a special evening.

A/N: Inspired by my Thighs, Tits, or Ass guy Ateez edition post! Fun fact, I personally dislike boob play of any kind, but this was quite fun to write. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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You always wanted to look pretty for Seonghwa. He asked you out on a date at a nice restaurant to treat you to something special. Carefully choosing your outfit because you wanted to look sophisticated yet be comfortable. You chose a cute button-up blouse and an appropriate-length skirt. Shortly after, Seonghwa came to pick you up, kissing you softly on the cheek.

“You look beautiful, my star.” You can feel his smile against your skin and your face blushes. He opened the door for you and you carefully got in the car, waiting for the delicious dinner and amazing date you were about to have.

–

Throughout the dinner, you noticed Seonghwa’s attention was not 100% on you. There was something else on his mind that kept him from listening to your stories.

“Baby, are you alright? You’re not really paying attention to anything I’m saying.”

“Mm, n-no I'm listening! I just…have a lot going on in my brain.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked with a hint of concern.

“N-not right now. Let’s just finish our meal.” You nodded softly and finished the rest of your dinner. You didn’t talk much to each other, but you shared occasional glances. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes were never fully focused on you and were looking elsewhere. Finishing the meal in silence, Seonghwa asked for the bill, paid quickly, and before you knew it, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and was dragging you out the door. The car ride back to your place was even more awkward than the dinner. Every time you tried to speak to him, he silenced you and told you to save it. His grip on the steering wheel was tight. His knuckles were white and you could see the veins slightly popping up. Your brain was all over the place, wondering what happened between when he picked you up to about halfway through the dinner date. You finally got to your home and before you could get out of the car, Seonghwa’s voice stopped you.

“Set your things down and go to your bed.” His voice was stern and demanding. Oh fuck, you were in trouble, but what did you do?

When you got inside your apartment, you set your coat and purse down, took your shoes off, and waited for Seonghwa in your bedroom. His figure soon loomed in the doorway, and his eyes were fixated on one thing only: your breasts. You leaned back against your pillows as he came in and crawled on top of you, coming close to your neck.

“Think you’d get away with wearing something like this?” Seonghwa is carefully kissing and nipping at your neck, tracing his supple lips across your skin.

“L-like what Seonghwa? My outfit is perfectly modest!” He scoffs at your response.

“Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top.” You felt your face warm up. You weren’t a small-chested girl by any means, but you thought the outfit was alright. “God… I could see just the slightest peak in between each of the buttons. Driving me crazy the entire time.”

“So that’s why you couldn't focus~?"

“Yes…but now that I have you alone, I can look and play with them all I want.” He says lowly before he’s reaching for your shirt and slowly unbuttoning the buttons. His fingers dancing to remove the fabric covering your chest. You lean back further, pushing your boobs towards him more, but trying to be discreet about it. He gets three of the buttons undone before he pushes the fabric to the sides and stares hard at the sight before him.

“Wearing a bra I got for you~? It looks so pretty on you. I just knew it would. Compliments you so well.” His praise was making you blush even more. Excitement started to take over Seonghwa, and he quickly undid the rest of the buttons and helped guide the blouse off of you. Tossing the piece of clothing to the side, his attention was directed back towards your boobs. The bra you were wearing had white lace across the top and around the band. The cup area had tiny silver and gold stars. The bra had an accent line that perfectly covered your nipples and the line led up to the straps. Seonghwa licked his lips while staring at how beautiful you looked in it. Your breasts are perfectly pushed together and filling the cup nicely.

“So beautiful…but what’s underneath is even more beautiful.” He reaches a hand around your back and snaps the clasps, carefully pulling the bra off of you and tossing it to the side. His actions were quick, but sensual. Truly taking his time but also in a hurry to see you in your pure form. You could only watch as his pupils were extremely dilated, just staring at you. He only took a few more seconds of staring at your boobs before he leans down and latches his mouth on your right breast. You gasped and arched your back slightly.

“S-Seonghwa.” You breathed out. His tongue was licking around your nipple in ways you’ve never felt before. You always knew Hwa was a boobs guy, but damn, he knew how to play with them. While sucking on your right tit, his left hand came up and started to grope and play with your left tit.

“Nngh, fuck!” You felt him growl against you.

“That’s my girl. Letting me play nicely with her.” He went back to kissing and licking over your breast. His tongue was warm, but the stimulation he was providing was making your nipples rock hard. Of course, he couldn’t forget his other favorite boob. He carefully pinched his fingers together around your nipple, causing you to cry out softly.

“Seonghwa!” You tilted your head back further into the pillows and closed your eyes. Seonghwa was having a field day just feeling and licking all over your beautiful chest.

“Mm, baby~. Wanna make you feel so good. Can I do that for you?”

“Y-yes please!” Ever since he was slowly stripping you, your pussy was aching and crying for attention.

“Good girl~. Fuck, you are so beautiful~.” Seonghwa whispers against your skin as he reaches his right hand down your skirt and begins to rub you through your panties. “You are soaked darling~. All of this from just kissing your beautiful tits?”

“Y-yes! Your tongue feels so good!” You couldn’t help but crave it all the time. He always knew exactly how to use it.

“Good good~ but what about this~?” Suddenly, you feel Seonghwa nip and pull at the skin covering your breasts. You cry out in pleasure. His fingers continue to rub you through your underwear, and the way he bites and marks up your skin makes you feel high. Seonghwa takes the tip of his tongue and licks into the teeth marks he’s leaving on your breasts. Continuous moans escaping your mouth. You grip onto his sides to steady yourself. Seonghwa eventually wraps a finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, completely exposing your pussy to him. He latches his mouth back onto your boobs, leaving trails of saliva every time he picks his head up from your chest. You tilt your head down and open your eyes to look at the unholy sight in front of you. His face is flushed and you can only watch as his lips are pursed together to kiss your chest.

“Seonghwa~.” You are unable to say anything else. The pleasure he is providing you makes you feel like you are floating in heaven. The pure euphoria in this situation is enough to make your brain feel high. Seonghwa collects more of your wetness on his fingers and continues to rub your clit.

“Gonna make you cum so hard baby.” He growls. He really does not let up with sucking and kissing your chest. There are so many red and purple marks all over you; it’s truly a beautiful sight. You are marked up exactly how Seonghwa likes.

“P-please!” Your grip on his sides tightens, and you get a fistful of his shirt. Your nails slightly dig into the skin underneath, and you hear him moan softly. Seonghwa pushes his face directly into your chest, and you can hear him panting heavily.

“Fuck baby I just wanna suffocate between your chest.” His voice vibrates through you, causing you to shudder.

“S-shit!” His fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit, you can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

“So fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck, your chest is so perfect.” He rubs his cheeks over your boobs as he says this. His eyes flutter open to take in the sight of the other boob in front of him. You feel his hips rut into your leg, and he whimpers. His erection is very noticeable against your thigh, and it drives you insane.

“I think I’m gonna- oh fuck-” Your breathing increases as you feel the knot in you getting tighter and tighter. Seonghwa worshiping your boobs makes you feel like a goddess.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Wanna hear your pretty sounds.”

Not too long after his command, you are crying out his name and cursing out loud and you feel the knot loosen. Seonghwa bites down on your breast as you cum, causing you to let out a shrill chirp from being overstimulated. His fingers are covered in you, and he loves the feeling. He rubs you through your high before leaving a couple more gentle kisses on your tits and then leaning back from your chest. Your eyes flutter open and closed, and you’re breathing heavily. Seonghwa’s chuckle rings through your ears, and you open your eyes to look at him. A soft, questioning, hum comes from your throat. There is a couple seconds of silence as you sit there, staring at Seonghwa smirking at your chest.

“Now your chest is even more beautiful with all my markings all over it~.”

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Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 4.2k

Includes- Waking up to oral, pussy eating, missionary, dirty talk, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Pleasure in between my legs makes me moan, waking me up

What the hell?

I open my eyes, my body shivering on its own

I lift my head, my mind exploding when I see my roommate, Seonghwa in between my legs, his tongue sliding all over my pussy as he eats me out

Hard

Oh god finally

I've wanted him since he moved in two years ago

At first it was just lust based on his looks

But then I got to know him

How sweet he is

How helpful

He cooks, he cleans, he does a lot to help me

And I fell for him, hard

I also know he's an animal in bed

Not from experience but from hearing him with girls he brings home

Laying in my bed, so jealous, wishing it was me he was railing into his bed

Wishing he saw me like I see him

But I'm firmly in the friend zone

Since you know, he calls me his good friend almost daily

It sucks but I can't do anything about it

When I saw him come out of the bathroom after a shower, with his wet hair and fucking muscular chest and abs, making his way to his room, I almost passed out

I went to my room, stripped naked and played with myself to thoughts of him until I came

Then fell asleep

And now waking up to this

"Hwa?", I ask

His eyes move to mine, a smirk on his face, his tongue licking up my cunt slowly

"Finally awake"

Finally?

How long has he been doing this?

"Is my tongue making you feel good?", he smirks, "I remember you telling me you like being woken up to a tongue or dick in your cunt"

I did say that

It was during one of our many weird conversations that I didn't think he'd remember

It was kind of like a hint I dropped to him but I didn't think he got it

I wanted this to happen but expect it I did not

Ever

"I came to ask you if you wanted to go out to eat and I find you asleep, naked with you're legs wide open"

He did?

I'm not such a heavy sleeper

I should of heard my door open

"I uh...I....", I trail off, not knowing what to say

"What, did you expect me to come in here and see your bare cunt all out on display and not eat it?", he asks between licks, making me shudder

I mean I had no expectations

I didn't even think he saw me as like....a girl

He doesn't treat me any different from his guys friends

I didn't know that seeing me naked would affect him at all

"How could I resist, when you were so wet and smelled so fucking good? When I've wanted my face buried in your cunt from the first time I saw you"

Wait what?

It's like my mind is not computing what he's saying because I can't make sense of it

He wanted me?

No, he couldn't have said that

My pleasure rattled brain has to be making that up

"Were you having a naughty dream? Is that why you were soaking?"

I bite my lip nodding

I was having a sex dream

With him in it

"Oh yeah? What was it about?", he asks, sucking my clit into his mouth

My god his mouth and tongue are fucking amazing

I've never been eaten out this good before

"Yyy...you"

"Me?", he asks, stopping everything and making me whine, "What about me?"

"Hwa", I whine again and he sucks on my clit once

"Tell me about your dream or I won't eat your pretty cunt"

Fuck, fine

Whatever

"I....I was riding you", I whimper

"And?", he asks, rewarding me with a lick

"You're cock was huge. And I don't know...I was just fucking you. And you wanted it. You were fucking into me too. Kissing me. Then we came"

"Together?", he asks

"Yes", I groan, remembering the dream, "You we're still hard after you came and you moved us so I was under you and you fucked me dumb"

"Hmm, such a graphic dream about me", he says, his tongue sliding in my hole

I clench his tongue involuntarily, both of us moaning at the same time

"Do you dream about me like that often?"

I nod, "Yes"

I know I'm gonna regret saying all this but I'm desperate for the pleasure to keep going

He fucks his tongue into my cunt a few times and I soak his face more from the pleasure

"I like that", he says, wrapping his mouth around my clit, sucking desperately

"Oh my god", I yell, plunging my hand in his hair and pulling

His hands keep my legs open and on the bed as his mouth works me up so well

I can't, the pleasure is immense

This is the best oral I've ever had, hands down

His sucks are bringing me so close, his name falling from my mouth

"Cum for me", he says and that's all it takes

"Fuck Seonghwa!", I scream, pleasure hitting me hard, my body arching off the bed

His tongue slips inside me, fucking into me as I cum

"God fuck, tastes so good"

Oh Jesus Christ

He knows what to say to make a girl turned on

His tongue doesn't stop, keeping me in pleasure

"Please cum on my tongue. You're cream is the best I've ever tasted. I want more"

My brain implodes from his words and I can't even think

Just feel

As soon as his tongue is back inside me, I clench on it, feeling it move into me over and over

His tongue brings me closer and closer until I can't handle it anymore

"Seonghwa!", I scream

He shoves his tongue in, letting me cum on it and ride my orgasm out

I pull his hair so hard, his name still falling from my mouth

When I finish, he pulls away, standing up as I lay in a daze

I'm vaguely away that he's moving, probably leaving now that it's over

I close my eyes, disappointed but what did I expect?

That a little oral would make him want me?

I feel the bed dip, my eyes flying open to see Seonghwa hovering over me

"Uh what?", I start, confused

"Gonna fuck you stupid"

Uh what?

He is?

"If you want that"

"I do", I answer immediately, wincing at how desperate I sound

He smiles, running his hand in my hair, then getting my legs around him

"Good. I'm gonna do everything in your dream and more. By the time I'm done, I'm gonna make sure that you don't want anyone's cock but mine"

I'm sorry what?

Is he really saying this or am I imagining it?

Before I can say anything, he buries his cock inside me, bottoming out in one thrust

"Oh my fucking god", I cry, feeling his thick cock force me open around him

"Jesus Christ", he says, "Fuck. Not only is your pussy the best I've ever eaten, it's the best I've ever been in. The tightest"

He has to be joking

He has so many girls fucking him, I can't be the best

"Hey", he says, my eyes moving to his, his fingers touching my cheek, "You are jagi"

Jagi?

Did he really call me jagi?

Oh god, I fucking love it

He leans down, his lips against mine in a kiss

And my world flips

He licks my lip and I open his mouth for his tongue, his immediately against mine

Oh god, he's an amazing kisser

But of course he is

The guy I can't have is always the best at everything

I'm not delusional to think this is anything but a one time fuck

I know it is and I'm not going to get my hopes up

I'm taking what I can get

He kisses me deeply, his hips starting to move

And god does it feel fucking amazing when he does

His pace quickens until he's slamming into me hard

All I can do is hold onto him and take his massive cock over and over, all the while kissing me wildly

At least my dream was right about that

His cock fucks me open so well, making me soaking wet

"Fuck you feel so good", he moans, his lips moving to my neck, "So wet for me"

"Yes Hwa", I moan

His hand moves down to my ass, squeezing, then holds me against him by my ass as he fucks into me

"Such a good cunt, taking all of my cock so well. Throbbing so good" he praises, his lips kissing my collarbone, "Gonna split this cunt open and make your cum over and over"

Christ, he's the king of dirty talk too, turning me on so much

No wonder girls fuck him easily

He hikes my legs up higher, his cock hitting my spot and sending me into intense pleasure, my brain turning off as I scream

"Oh yeah there huh baby? Got so wet when I hit here", he says, his cock going right into my spot again

I whimper, the pleasure spiking so high that I lose it

"Seonghwa!", I cry, coming on his big, cock, shaking under him, my hands digging into his back

"Yes holy fuck. So fucking good", he yells, his face in pleasure, staying buried inside me as I orgasm

"Seonghwa!", I shout, my orgasm lasting longer than normal

"Yes jagi. Scream my fucking name. I want my name to be the only thing you yell, the only thing you can think of. I want to be the only thing this pretty head thinks about"

It's so ironic because he already is what I think about

A lot

He starts moving again when I finish, cock against my spot again and again

"It's only fair jagi. After all you're the only thing in my head all the time and it drives me crazy"

I'm what?

I'm in his head?

How?

How when he fucks other girls all the time?

"But...but you...fuck...girls", I get out, not able to form sentences

"You think that matters?", he says, his eyes staring at me intensely, "It doesn't. I fuck them because I can't have you. And even then, all I think about is you when I'm fucking another girl. All I want is you."

I honestly can't believe he's saying this

Between the pleasure and his words, I don't know what to focus on

"I jerk off to fantasies of you so much it's fucking ridiculous"

Yeah well I play with myself to thoughts of him just as much

"I wanted you the second I saw you. I dropped so many hints but it's like you don't even notice me"

He's has got to be kidding

He's the only one I've noticed in two years

No other guy does it for me

His cock continues to fuck me into my bed and I hold onto him tighter, taking the pounding he's giving me and wanting more

"Today was the last straw. You didn't even blink when I came out of the bathroom with no shirt on. You just walked right past me like I wasn't there"

Wait he did that on purpose?

"You had no shirt on-"

"On purpose", he says, "To try to get you to want me. But you didn't even look at me. I didn't come in here to ask you to go eat. I came in here to tell you I want you. But when I saw you naked, fuck, looking so beautiful, I wanted you even more. I remembered you saying you like waking up to oral and I couldn't resist"

Jesus Christ

He...he wants me?

I would of never guessed

I had no idea

"So if this is the only time I get to be with you, I'm fucking you so damn good that you'll always remember me"

He's insane

All he had to do was talk to me and he would have had me

"I accept that you're never going to love me like I love you, so I'm going to make sure this one time is everything you want"

He loves me?

Oh my god, it's like my dream come true

I need to speak, say something

Tell him how I feel

"You...lll ..love me?", I stammer

"Yes. So in love with you for the last fucking year. And I'm so dumb to want a girl who will never want me"

"Yyy...you...you're a ....fucking idiot", I tell him, coming around his cock again, pleasure temporarily shutting my brain off, "Seonghwa fuck"

He fucks me through my orgasm, moaning and telling me that I feel amazing

He feels amazing

After I finish, he still doesn't stop and god how can I want more of him?

I already came so many times but I'm not overstimulated or tired at all

"Www...why am I an idiot?", he asks

"Because I fucking love you. I'm just as in love with you as you are with me"

His hips still, shock all over his face

"Are you joking?"

I shake my head, looking into his beautiful brown eyes, "Seonghwa I fell for you almost immediately. Yeah when I first saw you I just wanted to fuck you but since then I've gotten to know you and I love you. You're everything I want in a guy"

His mouth drops, looking so cute

"I dropped so many hints too and I thought you didn't catch on so I gave up. You call me your friend all the time so I thought that's all you saw me as"

"That's never what I saw you as. I always saw you as more. As the girlfriend I've always been looking for"

"Yeah?", I smile

He nods, "I think I was worried about you not getting any of my hints and I missed yours. I called you my friend hoping you'd say something, anything to dispute that. But it didn't work"

No it didn't

I just went with what he said

"Jo, I love you. Please me mine. I want you so much. I promise I'll be the best boyfriend you every had. I just want to make you happy"

I nod immediately

He has to be dumb if he thinks I'll ever say no

"Yes Hwa. I love you. I want to make you happy. I want you so bad"

He nods, "You're mine"

"You're mine"

"Always", he says, then crashes his lips to mine, kissing me wildly

I kiss him back, his hips start moving again, rolling into mine, cock plunging in so deep

"Seonghwa", I moan, "You feel so good. So big"

"Yeah jagi, you're dream was right about that. I do have a huge cock and I'm going to use it to make you cum"

"Yes Hwa. Fuck"

He moves to his knees, holding my legs open wide, fucking me hard

"God this cunt is so tight on me. Don't let go baby"

"I won't", I promise, clenching his cock

"Cream around my dick jagi. I want more of your pretty cum on me. I want to feel your orgasm. Give it to me now", he says, moving his fingers on my clit, rubbing in circles as his head hits my spot

A few more thrust and I lose it, screaming his name as I get thrown headfirst into a pleasurable orgasm

"Yes good fucking girl", he growls

When I finish, he pulls out and I whine so loudly

God, I still want more

"Shh jagi. You're gonna ride me"

He easily switches out positions, lifting me up and onto his cock

I slide all the way down easily both of us yelling in pleasure

"Bounce for me baby. Fuck my cock like you did in your dream", he urges me, slapping my ass, "You have my real cock now, show me how you can fuck me"

Oh I fucking will

I move up his cock, then roll my hips forward, taking him back inside the grinding on him

"Holy shit", he moans

I move faster, bouncing on his thick cock, watching his eyes that are glued to my cunt taking him inside me

"Like watching Hwa? Like seeing my cunt swallow your cock?"

He nods, eyes not moving, "Yes jagi. Fuck those lips are so pretty wrapped around me. This little hole straining around my thick cock leaving me soaking wet. This pretty swollen clit throbbing so fast. God I love it"

I keep moving, his hands on my hips and I use his arms for balance as I bounce faster

Shifting my hips, I hit my spot on his head, stars blasting in my eyes

"Found your spot huh?", he smirks and I nod

"Good"

He grips my hips hard, sliding me up his cock half way and holding me in place.

He thrusts up into me, pulling me down on him at the same time, his cock plunging so deep inside me

"Oh my god Hwa", I scream

He smirks, continuing to move me and fuck me at the same time

Oh god its fucking amazing, my brain turning off

"Oh yeah baby, this fucking cunt is spasming so well on me. Am I fucking you good baby girl?"

I nod, closing my eyes, "So good Hwa"

I can't think and I don't want to

I clear my head, just feeling him fuck the life out me

His hands grab my ass, holding on hard, bouncing me on his perfect thick cock

God the pleasure is overwhelming in the best way possible

"What's in your head baby?", he asks

"Nnnn...nothing", I answer truthfully

"Nothing?"

"Just you. Just feeling you"

"Aww am I fucking my baby dumb? Nothing in your pretty head?"

I shake my head, "Nothing Hwa. Just you. Wanna cum"

"Again baby? I gave you so much already"

"Please Hwa. Wanna cum on your perfect cock. Please"

"Hmm well you can only cum if you make me cum at the same time"

Like in my dream

And I want that so much

To cum with him

"Well? Gonna use that pretty cunt to make me cum?"

"Yes! Yes!", I cry, starting to bounce again, taking him in deeply, his cock snapping into me at the same time

God I'm right there but I will make damn sure he is too

"Hwa"

"Almost baby. Wait for me", he gasps

I nod, clenching as hard as I can on him, forcing him to spilt me open over and over

"Joanne oh fuck! Gonna cum", he yells

I let go, ecstacy hitting me, both of us coming together

His hands squeeze my ass just as hard as I'm squeezing his forearms

"Seonghwa!", I cry, listening to him scream my name, feeling his cock throb and fill me with warm cum

"Joanne fuck!", he yells

God he's gorgeous when he cums

When we finish, he loosens his hand, letting me climb off him

Laying next to him, I hover over him, looking at his gorgeous face, his eyes closed, his sweaty blond hair plastered to his forehead

Gently, I brush his hair off his forehead, his eyes opening and on me

I have to stifle a gasp from the love for me I see in them

I lean down, kissing his lips softly

His arm comes up, burying in my hair, tongue against mine, kissing me back slowly

I fall into him, not wanting to stop kissing him

We kiss for awhile, moving, with him on top of me, holding each other tightly

"I love you so much", I tell him

He kisses me again, then answers, "I love you. More than anything"

His lips come back to mine in another kiss, when his phone rings

He pulls away, rolling his eyes

"I have to get it jagi. Or they won't stop calling me"

I know, "Ok"

He gets out of the bed, picking up his pants and taking his phone out if the pocket

He comes back to my bed, sitting next to me, answering the phone on speaker

"Hello", he answers, tossing the phone on the bed, then pulling me back to him, lips against each other's again

"Where the hell are you? We said we'd meet an hour ago? We're all waiting for you!", Hongjoong snaps

"Sorry. I'm busy", he answers, then kissing me again

"Doing what?"

"My girlfriend", he says, smirking, while I lightly slap his shoulder

"Bad boy", I whisper

He laughs, kissing my cheek

"What girlfriend? It better be Joanne you're talking about. You whine enough as it is about her not noticing you"

I raise my eyebrow, looking at him

His friends know how he feels about me?

"If it's not her I'm gonna riot", Wooyoung yells in the background

"Yeah", Hongjoong agrees, "After all that whining and schemes to get her, it better be her"

"Schemes?", I ask quietly

"It's nothing", he mumbles, "Fucking idiots"

"Why schemes. Why not just tell me?"

I mean I'm one to talk, hiding by feelings for him but I didn't tell anyone about them either

None of my friends know about how I feel for him

"Because I was scared. I love you and I would be devastated if you didn't want me back"

I just smile softly, "Then your lucky I love you so much"

He takes my hand nodding, "I am lucky"

Yeah right

I'm the lucky one

"I'm lucky too Hwa, to have you"

He blushes and it's so adorable

"SEONGHWA!", Hongjoong yells, "Is you're girlfriend Joanne or not!"

"Yes!", I tell, picking up the phone, "Hwa's busy right now. He'll call you later"

"Wait!", Hongjoong yells, "Bring her with you Hwa! We can all hang out!"

"You mean you want to make fun of me", Seonghwa answers

"That too. But it'd be fun"

Seonghwa looks at me, "You wanna?"

"What are they doing?"

"Food and movie. Maybe bar after movie"

Sounds fun

"Ok yeah. But only because my boyfriend's going"

He smiles, "Well I wouldn't go if my girlfriend isn't. I kinda wanna be wherever you are"

God he's such a good boyfriend already

"That's funny because I wanna be wherever you are"

"Oh god stop with the sappy shit and answer me!", Hongjoong shouts

"Yes we're coming!", I yell, "Goodbye!"

I hang up the phone with Seonghwa laughing next to me

I just smile, kissing his cheek then get up

"C'mon Hwa we need to get dressed"

"Aww", he whines

"Don't worry baby. We'll be in bed all night together"

"And tomorrow night and the next night and the next night", he laughs

"Definitely", I answer, smiling widely

He gets up and fuck me, I get so wet seeing him naked

He's so fucking hot and he's mine

He comes over to me, hugging me, his lips on mine in a gentle kiss

"Close your mouth jagi. You're staring", he teases, my cheeks turning pink, "Aww don't be embarrassed baby. I'm all yours. Plus honestly I feel the same way when I see you naked"

"You do?"

I don't think I'm anything special, especially to gawk at

"Are you insane? I almost passed out when I walked in here seeing you naked in a bed", he exclaims, "Do you have any idea how much I fantasized that? Like a million times"

I blush again, but I'm really happy my boyfriend feels like that about me

"God you're so cute when you blush", he says, kissing my cheek

"Thanks Hwannie"

He nods, then picks up his clothes and I walk to my closet to find something to wear

"Uh jagi?"

"Yeah?", I ask turning to him

He shyly asks me, "Can uh you wear that cute uh light brown dress with the white dots on it?"

Looking in my closet, I pull it out

"This?"

He nods, "I uh...last time you wore it...fuck I uh...you looked so hot in it and I wanted to rip it off you. And you know now that you're mine...I uh can"

"Say no more", I nod, turned on already to images of him ripping the dress off me

"Great", he smiles

"With heels like last time?"

He nods rapidly, "Yeah"

"Sure baby. Whatever you want"

He nods, smiling softly, "I'll be back"

"Ok"

I quickly get dressed, then take ten minutes to do my makeup

"Jagi?", he calls just as I finish

I turn to, see him standing in my door way, in a black Tshirt, black pants, boots and his black hair back off his forehead

"Holy shit", we both say at the same time, then we both blush too

"Jagi, you're so beautiful", he sees

"Me? Not as beautiful as you. God your so sexy"

He snorts, "Please Jo, you're so hot. Everyone's gonna stare at you"

I giggle, walking to him, taking his hand, "Doesn't matter Hwa. All I care about is you looking"

"Oh I am baby", he assures me

"Good. And I'm gonna be looking at you"

A huge smile bursts in his face, as he nods, "Ready to make everyone jealous?"

"So ready", I laugh

He kisses me deeply, stars bursting in my eyes

When it's over, he leads me out of the apartment for our first outing as a couple

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mingtinys · 1 year

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Eyes on Me

pairing : park seonghwa x gn!reader

fluff , slice of life

warnings : none

word count : 3.3 k

requested ? no

a/n : park seonghwa is an absolute sweetheart but also a complete tease and i stand by that — also believe it or not, but this was supposed to be short,,, uhhhhhhh

The weather channel, per usual, had grossly underestimated just how volatile the storm would turn. What was originally just supposed to be a light flurry with the slight chance of icy roads quickly spiraled into nearly a foot of snow knocking down power lines and trees at subzero temperatures. Your small, one-bedroom apartment became a pitch-black icebox within the hour. No amount of scented candles and fluffy blankets made it even remotely bearable.

Maybe, had the forecast been even a little more accurate, you would've taken the day to prepare better. Charge your phone, have a portable charger at the ready, gather non-perishable food and drinks. If you'd known the storm would be this brutal you might have even splurged on a generator. But no sense dwelling over it now.

The frigid air burns your lungs as you take in a deep breath, releasing it in a white puff. Your phone rests next to you, untouched and on airplane mode for the past hour in hopes to spare what little battery you had left. But boredom is starting to gnaw at your insides and making your fingers itch for something to do. It couldn't hurt to at least check the weather app for an update, you justify.

You let your impulses win, clicking off airplane mode and swiping over to your weather app. Your phone buzzes continuously, flooding with dozens of missed notifications, though one name, in particular, catches your attention.

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:23 pm

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:34 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:36 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:51 pm

Missed facetime from "hwa <3" — 10:02 pm

You can't even finish scrolling through the sheer amount of missed alerts when Seonghwa's name pops up with yet another call illuminating your screen. You debate it for a moment, but ultimately decide you can spare a few bars to answer him instead of texting.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God," he sighs, voice raspy and deep. "I've been trying to call you for the past forty minutes."

"Sorry," you switch the call to speaker and tuck your arm back into your cocoon of blankets, already starting to shiver from the cold hair hitting it. "I had my phone on airplane mode to save battery and just now got your notifs. Is everything all right?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you. Do you have power?"

"Mm-mm, I don't think anyone in Seoul does right now. Do you guys?"

"No, we lost ours a while ago." He thinks for a beat. "Are you warm enough?"

"I'm managing. Got a few candles burning and some blankets."

"And your phone? What's it on?"

"Like thirty percent, should last me till tomorrow as long as I don't use it too much." You know what he's doing. And as endearing as it is, you wish he wouldn't worry over you so much and get himself some much-needed rest instead. A city-wide snowstorm seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally take a break from his responsibilities and busy schedule. But here he was instead, fussing over your well-being. You try to give vague yet satisfactory answers so he won't stress as much, yet he keeps going.

"And your door is locked, right?"

"Yep."

"What about food? The pipes might freeze, do you have water?"

"Went grocery shopping a few days ago, should be enough to last me until the streets clear up."

"Do you—"

"Seonghwa, my love." You cut his rambling short. "I'm fine, please don't worry about me so much."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of you alone with the power out, not to mention the temperature is supposed to drop even more." You can clearly envision Seonghwa chewing at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he could never seem to shake.

"I'll try to check in every few hours or so, but I really do need to save my battery."

"You know what? Why don't you just come to the dorms and wait out the storm with us?"

With the cold air seeping past your blanket fortress and into your bones mixed with the eerie silence of your apartment, his offer sounds tempting. But the anxiety of feeling like a burden stops you from immediately jumping at it. "Are you sure that'd be okay? I thought you guys weren't allowed to have anyone over."

"Eh, I'll just tell them it was an emergency. Besides, the guys would love to see you—"

Just then, a voice cuts in causing Seonghwa to chuckle. "Is that Y/N!?"

"Yeah, it is— I think they miss you more than I do. Hongjoong even said he might try and start up a fire in the fireplace."

"I didn't think that thing was even functional."

"I guess we'll find out," Seonghwa's gentle laugh warms your heart in such a way you forget for a split second about your icy surroundings. It would be nice to see him.

You consider the offer again and mull over the consequences, but still feel a bit apprehensive about invading their space. "I don't know, I'd hate to cause trouble."

"Darling, your safety is way more important than some stupid rule. I'll take the blame if it comes to it."

The raspy undertone of his voice has faded throughout the duration of your call, leaving behind a much silkier, honey-like tone in its place. It's something you've never been able to resist. You're ninety percent sure Seonghwa figured this out long and uses it from time to time to get his way.

"If you come over, I'll let you pick any sweater you want to keep warm. And after everyone goes to sleep maybe we can finally have some alone time~" He drawls in a sing-song.

You cave. "You drive a tough bargain, Park Seonghwa. Fine, give me a bit to gather my things and then I'll head over. Are you guys hungry at all? I have a bunch of stuff that'll go bad if it isn't eaten soon."

"Very."

"Okay." Unraveling yourself from the warm cocoon of blankets you'd cultivated is pure agony. The cold pricks your skin and causes your joints to stiffen up and ache. You stretch, a warm sensation flowing through your muscles as they flex. You grab a backpack and begin to gather containers of food and other necessities, "I'll try to be over in thirty, but it may take longer with the snow."

"Wait— You're not walking here are you?"

You shrug on the first winter coat you can find, it's not the best, but it'll do for the time being. You’re determined to leave before the snow picks back up again. "Well, I doubt there are any taxis running or Ubers available with the roads how they are."

"You're not walking all the way here in the cold, alone. Just wait there and I'll come get you."

"Seonghwa, I'm grown enough to walk thirty minutes by myself, there's no sense in both of us freezing our asses off. I'm heading out now, I'll be there shortly." You hang up before he has the chance to protest any further.

With one last round around your apartment to make sure you don't leave anything behind you sling the bag over your shoulder, slip your phone into your coat pocket, and step out onto the snow-covered streets.

You instantly regret not appreciating just how cozy your apartment really was. It could be considered a sauna when compared to the outside. Maybe you should have spent more time looking for a heavier coat or layered on some extra socks; because it only takes a few seconds for the wintery weather to infiltrate your wardrobe and sink into your skin. It probably wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind being so aggressive.

It's fine, you just have to make it thirty minutes, maybe a little less, you tell yourself. Though with the way you're shivering, even ten minutes might be a bit too ambitious. Regardless, it's too late to turn back now. So you trudge on, starting your treacherous journey with careful steps through the deep snow and ice. A good bit of it has already been packed down by others, unfortunate souls who likely got stuck outside on their way home from work when it first hit.

However, apart from the various boot marks in the snow, the street is desolate. Your only company being the occasional solar-powered streetlamp lighting your way. You're thankful they'd retained enough of their charge from the day so as to not leave you in complete darkness. True to your earlier predictions, the better part of Seoul seems to be out of power as well. The monstrous skyscrapers which would usually stand tall and illuminate the city with their LED advertisements are pitch black. They blend into the endless night sky, disappearing into the abyss.

White specks of celestial lights you normally wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing peak through the darkness and watch over your journey. You could really get used to this type of view. The sound of crunching snow beneath your boots turns rhythmic, and you find yourself at peace with the icy atmosphere. You decide to make a game out of sorting the bright stars from their slow-drifting snowflake counterparts dancing amongst their light.

It works like a charm. Because by the time you finally notice the tall figure swiftly approaching, you have no sense of how much time has passed. Their jet black hair is sprinkled with delicate white flakes and you internally groan at the familiar overcoat.

"I thought I told you to wait," you deadpan, arms crossed over your chest at the man before you.

"And I thought you knew me better than that," he leans down so that his face is level with your own and taps your nose with his finger.

"You're so annoying." You swat at his hand. "It's not even that bad out."

He quirks an eyebrow at your obvious bluff. "Not even that bad out— look at you, you're shaking! You know, I knew you wouldn't dress warm enough. Come here." Seonghwa motions with his hand for you to step forward, and begrudgingly you do. He unfolds the spare coat he has draped over his arm and wraps it around your shivering form. It's large and puffy, providing instant protection from the elements. Next, he pulls off his scarf and wraps it a few times around your neck, fluffing it up so the fabric covers your nose. It smells like him, and you tuck your chin down into it to relish in more of the sweet scent.

"Here, let me take your bag." You shrug off your bag and hand it to him without question. There's really no sense voicing any sort of protest when he gets like this, might as well just cooperate and enjoy the extra attention.

"How are your hands?"

You hold them up and wriggle out your fingers, a dull and numb ache setting in from the cold. "Mm, they'll be fine—" Seonghwa tsks disapprovingly.

Wordlessly, he takes your hands into his own and cups them up to his lips. He exhales out long, warm breaths that bring feeling back to your fingers almost instantly. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch Seonghwa tend to your hands with the utmost care. "You're so cute when you're all fussy about my well-being."

Seonghwa shoots you a look, but it melts away with your subsequent giggles. "I think you worry me on purpose."

"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow," you shrug with a wink, to which Seonghwa rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance. After a few more puffs, Seonghwa guides one of your hands to the pocket of your, really his, puffy jacket. He then laces his fingers with your own of your free hand and gently tugs you along. "Come on, let's get you out of the cold."

You gladly step in stride with him, walking side by side for the rest of the journey. Neither of you speak much, if at all for the remaining fifteen-minute walk. So you tune back into the crunching of snow below your boots and busy yourself with your surroundings.

Though this time, you find yourself stealing glances at the man beside you in leu of the night sky. He's somehow even more memorizing. From the point of his nose to the curve of his lips, Park Seonghwa is truly a sight to behold. You can't tell if the slight rosy tint on his cheeks is due to him noticing your lingering gaze or the cold. You'd like to think it's the former. You smile to yourself, content with the cold so long as Seonghwa is there.

The two of you round a corner and the KQ dorms finally come into view, grand in its size. You've seen the outside of the building plenty of times, yet only had the pleasure of seeing the inside once. And as Seonghwa leads you up a flight of stairs and to the front door, you feel more and more relieved to finally escape the elements. It grows as he takes out a set of keys and slips his hand from yours to unlock the door. Though, midway he pauses.

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing at the set of keys left in the deadbolt mechanism and Seonghwa's hand ghosting the handle. "Hwa~" you whine, tucking your hands back into your coat pockets. "Why'd you stop? C'mon it's cold."

His shoulders shake with a deep chuckle at your complaints and he turns on his heels to face you, a certain glint in his eyes. You blink back at the tall man, slightly annoyed. Before you’re able to voice your displeasure with his actions once again, Seonghwa steps in closer, pressing you back against the metal railing of the porch-like structure.

Using two fingers, he tugs at the scarf he lent you, peeling it away from the lower half of your face. Your nose crinkles at the sharp contact the chilled air makes with your skin, though it doesn't stay for long. Seonghwa's palms, somehow still warm, find their place cupping your jawline.

You pull in a slow breath and hold it in your lungs as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. His gaze stays locked with your own, only to stray downwards moments later. They flick back and forth a few times, only ever settling on your lips for no more than half a second before trailing back up. The tip of his tongue pokes out ever so slightly between his lips, a ghost of a smile pulling at his cheeks. Pretty, you think.

Your fingers twitch restlessly in your pockets as you wait for him to do something. However, his gaze grows heavier the longer the two of you stand there. A few more seconds pass and you finally duck your head and break eye contact, his stare too intense for your heart to handle much longer. But your attempt proves unsuccessful.

Seonghwa catches the underside of your chin with his pointer finger and tilts your head back. "Eyes on me, Darling."

Your mind goes fuzzy with his honey-like voice, and it's very possible Park Seonghwa will be the death of you long before the frostbite ever could. He leans down, cupping your face once more to guide your lips to his. The sly smile gracing his features only grows as you lift yourself onto your toes to meet him halfway.

There's a rush of warmth and adrenaline the moment your lips finally meet, he tastes of pure ecstasy. His lips mold to yours perfectly, moving delicately and without haste. Seonghwa kisses you just as he always does; like time as stopped and there's all the time in the world. It makes your brain feel like mush and your legs turn to jelly. So much so that you pull your hands from your pockets and grip the freezing railing behind to brace yourself. The action places the slightest of gaps between your bodies, one that Seonghwa remedies by slipping his arm down around your waist and drawing you back in.

Your hands leave the railing with the sudden action and you lose your balance once more. With a soft gasp, you break the kiss to steady yourself with Seonghwa's shoulders.

"It's okay, I've got you." He whispers, not even giving you half a second to recover before he dips back down to capture your lips once more. All the while his hold on your waist stays unwaveringly strong, pressing your bodies as close as your puffy coats will allow. You let your hands glide from the top of his shoulders to link behind his neck. Your fingers thread into and toy with the longer stands of his hair that lay in wisps at his nape.

It's a moment you wish to last forever and Seonghwa tries his absolute hardest to do just that. Wrapped up in each other, basking in the scenery and slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen — in a good way. But unfortunately, even with his trained lungs that could hold the longest of notes on stage you'd ever heard, Seonghwa pulls away breathlessly. His eyes have a slight haze to them as he smiles down at you, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek.

"What was that about?" You ask, voice breathy.

He hums. "Just wanted a moment to have you to myself before we go in." Seonghwa leans in one last time and places a chaste kiss in the space just between your eyes. "I'm sorry for keeping you out here for so long."

"S'okay," you beam at him, the corners of your mouth pulling up into a subtle smirk. "I didn't really mind the cold. However, I was promised one of your sweaters, so~"

He narrows his eyes at you, "Is that really what you've been thinking about this whole time?"

You look up and to the side, feigning deep thought, then shrug. "Eh, more or less."

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes go wide. "More or less— wah! You're unbelievable!" He takes his hand from your cheek to poke the center of your forehead, sending you into a fit of giggles.

"Walk thirty minutes in the harsh Winter to make sure you're safe and this is what I get. The world really is cruel." He's all pouty and monologuing the way a betrayed Shakesperian character would as he moves to finish unlocking the door. Though the playfully dramatic tone in his voice and the minute curve of his lips dampen the impact of his whines.

"In all fairness, you did that of your own accord."

He stops struggling with the lock for a moment to shoot you a side-eye. You suppress another laugh in favor of not damaging his pride too much. Then you slip in front of Seonghwa and take over working the key inside the lock.

"And for the record—" A click resonates from the deadbolt as you successfully twist the silver key. You crane your neck and lift yourself up onto your toes so that your lips ghost the shell of Seonghwa's ear and purposely drop your voice to a purring whisper. "—I'll be taking your black and white striped sweater."

"Hey—!"

Seonghwa is cut clean off when you push the door open and a chorus of loud, excited voices shout your name. And sure enough, in the corner, is a small and flickering fire. Pitiful yet welcoming in all its glory.

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bobateaatiny · 2 years

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literal legend - p.sh

park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

part of the 1-800-HOTTER-THAN-U series

nsfw - do not read or interact if you are under 18

cw - non-idol!au, porn without plot, pegging, strapless strap on, feminization, dirty talk(?), crossdressing, nipple play, spit, 'tits' + 'pussy' + 'cunt' used to refer to seonghwa's body, 'cock' used to refer to a dildo, they have sex in hongjoong's bed

word count: 2.8k

There was something about Seonghwa that made people stop and stare. Aside from his pouty lips and bright laugh and slightly indecent habit of running his tongue over his bottom lip whenever someone caught his eye, he always carried himself as though he knew just how much everybody wanted to reach out and touch him.

He always bent over just a little too far in his too-short short skirts when he noticed someone looking at his ass and always made a point to wear the most expensive bras he could find beneath almost transparent crop tops (and always made a point to show them off whenever he got the chance). He was the kind of guy that made parents cover their children’s eyes while making them gawk unabashedly, and he’d grin at them all the while. He was it girl material from head to toe. And it just so happened that this it girl was all but infatuated with you.

It started slow, with his hand lingering on your wrist when he was beside you and his smiles becoming just a little brighter around you, tongue always peeking out between his teeth whenever you complimented him or allowed him to indulge in more than just casual skinship by tucking his fingertips below the waistband of your jeans. After that it happened all at once, with his panties on Hongjoong’s bathroom floor and your cum on his face while the rest of Hongjoong’s party guests knocked on the bathroom door with slowly increasing desperation.

It had become more or less a habit since then - Seonghwa would wear his pretty clothes and fluster strangers, lips coated in shiny lipgloss and his legs pretty as he clacked along in fluffy heels, and then he’d let you rail him until his brain checked out. So when you spotted Seonghwa’s powder pink acrylic nails and rhinestone top weaving through the rest of the party guests from your spot on Hongjoong’s sofa, it was no surprise that you could already feel your fingers tingling with anticipation.

“There you are!” Seonghwa called out when he reached you, lips forming a proud smile as he sat himself down in your lap as though he belonged there. “Couldn’t find you for a second.”

He smelled of strawberries and rum when he leaned in and rearranged himself so that he was straddling you, your hands easily finding his waist to pull him closer to you.

“You look pretty today angel,” you complimented. You watched with a smile as his cheeks turned visibly pink even in the low light of Hongjoong’s living room.

“I know. I wore something pretty for you too,” he hummed, his smile growing into a grin.

“Yeah?” you asked, enjoying the barely audible ‘mhm’ Seonghwa let up in response. “Why don’t you show me princess?”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip quickly as he lifted the bottom of his top just enough for you to see a sliver of sheer pink satin before he laughed and dropped the top.

“Hongjoong’s bedroom is free,” he said, arching his back slightly in that showy way you recognised from whenever he was trying to get someone’s attention. Sure enough, one glance past him revealed a number of people looking him up and down, and the dark grin on Seonghwa’s lips suggested that he knew he was the centre of attention all too well as he grinded down into your lap. “Unless you want me to show you right here in front of-”

His words were cut short when you landed a quick slap on his ass, his jaw dropping open in surprise. He let out a whimper when you moved your hand back up to his waist.

“Why don’t we go upstairs before you get too impatient and drop your panties right here in front of everyone?” you asked, earning yourself an eager nod from Seonghwa who was already lifting himself off of your lap. His tight skirt shifted up his thighs as you got up and let him lead the way from the sofa up to Hongjoong’s room, this time paying no attention to the eyes on him in his rush to get there.

It was endearing the way he almost stumbled over his feet as he pushed Hongjoong’s bedroom door open, hand closing around your wrist to tug you in after him. That illusion was broken when he locked the door behind him with practised ease, however, reminding you of the dozens of times he’d used this room to get himself off with you or whoever else he fancied, an amused smile playing on your lips at the thought of just how greedy he always was.

“Come on,” he practically hissed at you, pulling you towards the bed only to push you down the second you were close to it, your back up against the headboard as he straddled your lap. You watched his tongue run over his bottom lip as he lazily moved his hips against you, grinning when you pushed your hands up beneath his top, running your fingertips over the fabric beneath that he was so eager to show off. “Take it off, don’t you want to see what I got for you?”

“Desperate,” you scolded, playing with the fabric without lifting his top any further. The word only seemed to spur him on, his lips sticky with lipgloss when he pressed a borderline chaste kiss to your lips.

“You’re gonna love it,” he whispered, lifting the hem of his top slowly until you ran out of patience, pulling it off of him yourself to reveal a sheer pink bra. You groaned quietly at the sight of the pink straps stretched over Seonghwa’s shoulders and collarbones and his nipples showing through the fabric. Without warning you pinched his nipples, grinning at the sharp gasp he let out before he laughed and pushed his chest forward into your touch. “I told you you’d love it.”

“Fuck yeah I do. God, your tits are so pretty,” you mumbled, twisting his nipples through the bra. He squirmed on your lap, blinking at you with teary eyes and a pout on his lips that quickly disappeared when you twisted his nipples through the fabric. His eyes squeezed shut as his jaw dropped open, his breath hot on your lips when he leaned in to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, all tongue and spit and whiny moans. When you landed a slap on the right side of his chest he rolled his hips harder against you, grinding his hard on onto your crotch. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Such a pretty girl.”

“Mhm,” he whined, littering open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. You gripped his ass and dragged his hips forward, making him grind down even harder. The action made Seonghwa choke on his own breath, shuddering in your hold. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“Watch your mouth,” you warned, slapping his ass with enough force to bruise. “Don’t think I won’t leave you here just because your cunt’s dripping for me.”

“Sorry,” he groaned, teeth digging into your skin as he sucked and flicked his tongue against the spot on your neck where he could feel a vein pulsing beneath your skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please just do something.”

You were tempted to make him beg more, but when he pulled back to look at you with that pouty face, squeezing his chest through his bra and humping your thighs like his life depended on it, your resolve went out the window.

“Face down,” you instructed, slapping his ass once more. “With your cute ass up in the air for me, okay?”

You’d have laughed at how quickly Seonghwa rearranged himself on the bed if it wasn’t for the desperate whine that he let out, back forming a pretty arch as he reached behind himself to pull his skirt up and his lacy panties down. You swore under your breath, pressing two fingers against his hole and watching in awe how easily he opened up for you.

“D’you fuck yourself open before coming here?” you asked amusedly, grinning when he only let out a quiet moan in response. His voice increased in volume as you pushed your middle finger into him, the lack of lube making the movement tedious but even then Seonghwa only continued to moan, reaching back to hold onto your wrist. His nails dug into your skin when he squeezed your wrist, making you clench your jaw. “What is it baby?”

Seonghwa whimpered. When you shifted your position to look at his face you couldn’t help but coo at his flushed cheeks and wet lashes, mascara already beginning to run and paint his lower lashline with smudgy black. He squirmed impatiently when you placed a kiss on his cheek and pulled your finger out of him.

“Okay dollface,” you reassured him. “I’ll give you what you need.”

The sigh of relief he let out when you stripped off your jeans was endearing enough to make you giggle, discarding them to the side before focusing your attention on him again. You hollowed your cheeks as you gathered saliva in your mouth, feeling heat pool in your stomach at the way Seonghwa cried out when you spat on his hole. Even now, on the verge of crying from the unhurried and brief foreplay, he was pretty enough to make you want to stop and stare, clenching around nothing as precum dripped slowly from the tip of his cock onto the sheets below him.

You picked up the lube on Hongjoong’s bedside table (strawberry flavoured, as expected of Seonghwa’s best friend), coating your fingers in it before once again pushing them into Seonghwa. This time the slide was easy enough for you to push your fingers in without any resistance, scissoring them inside of him until he started moving his hips in time with your movements, shamelessly fucking himself back onto your fingers.

“You like how my fingers feel in your pussy?” you asked, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice. Seonghwa let out a breathless ‘uh-huh’, voice rising in pitch when you pushed another finger into him.

“Feels so fucking good,” he whined, words muffled from how he was pushing his face into the mattress. “Want you to fuck me until I can’t stand - want you to fuck my tits and cum all over my face. Fuck-”

The moan he let out when you curled your fingers inside of him was loud enough for anyone walking by the door to hear - and most likely anybody in the house to hear - but Seonghwa didn’t seem bothered at all, a string of loud moans filling the room as you continued to fuck three fingers into him. His thighs trembled as he tightened around you, spilling more precum onto the bed.

“You’re so fucking wet,” you muttered, still unused to just how easy Seonghwa was to please. With one more thrust of your fingers Seonghwa seemed to snap, outright sobbing into the mattress below him.

“I’m going to cum, please,” he gasped, grabbing your wrist once again. You had to bite your tongue not to tease him for how quickly he got worked up. “Please let me cum on your cock, please.”

One more twist of your fingers inside of him was enough to make him squeal, pressing his thighs together. He was so gorgeous when he fell apart like this.

“Of course,” you whispered, trying to soothe him as you pulled your fingers out of him. His hole clenched around nothing as he dropped flat onto the bed, letting you lift him and throw him onto his back with no complaint whatsoever. You flicked one of his nipples, amused by how his jaw dropped open to breathe a soft moan when you did so. “Anything for you. Pretty whore.”

Seonghwa blushed at the words, hands idly playing with his chest as he watched you rummage around Hongjoong’s drawers to find the strapless strap on you’d been keeping here since you started sleeping with Seonghwa. A smile played on his lips when you coated the strapless toy in lube before sliding it inside of you. You sighed at the feeling of the dildo inside of you, pushing up against your g-spot and making you shudder before you even pushed into him.

“You’re pretty,” Seonghwa whispered as you lined up with his entrance, eyes half-lidded as you leaned in to kiss him before the compliment could fluster you. Both your moans were muffled against each other’s lips as you pushed into him, Seonghwa’s tongue warm as he clumsily licked into your mouth. The feeling of him bucking his hips impatiently beneath you while your end of the strap fucked into you with each thrust had you practically dripping, filling the room with the wet and lewd sound of lube and slick and skin on skin with each of your rough thrusts into Seonghwa.

“You’re prettier,” you murmured against his kiss-swollen lips, lifting a hand to wipe away the smudges of mascara tears on his cheeks. The compliment made Seonghwa moan, eyes squeezing shut as he arched his back. You smiled, slowing your thrusts and lifting his legs to hook them over your shoulders. The new position had the strap on pressing against your clit, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to maintain your pace.

“You gonna cum inside me?” Seonghwa asked as soon as he noticed the change in your movements, toes curling as a particularly rough thrust pressed right up against his prostate. “You gonna knock me up? Cum in my pussy and make me squirt?”

You groaned, slapping his ass hard enough to make him flinch.

“You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth, you know that?” you muttered, rubbing your thumbs over his nipples until his lips formed that desperate pout of his again, tears welling in his eyes and threatening to spill over. You clenched harder around the strap inside of you, swearing under your breath. The noise Seonghwa made when you wrapped a hand around his leaking dick was borderline obscene, his back arching as he came all but instantly all over your fist and his skirt while he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to make himself wince.

The longer you fucked him through his orgasm the shakier he became, your name falling from his lips over and over alongside a landslide of slurred curse words until he was incomprehensible. Even as you felt your own orgasm building you couldn’t help but laugh at the mess of a man beneath you, rubbing the tip of your finger against the head of his cock and grinning at the vulgar sound he made when you did so.

“Good girl,” you mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you continued to chase your orgasm, rutting into him until he was trembling from the overstimulation. Just as he began to cry, one last thrust pushed you over the edge, your legs shaking as you stilled and came around the toy inside of you. Seonghwa let out a whine as you stopped moving, pulling you down for a kiss that wasn’t much more than him biting at your bottom lip and panting into your mouth while you rode out your orgasm, hips lazily rolling forwards into his.

You stayed like that for a little while, catching your breath and kissing the dishevelled man beneath you until the stickiness between your legs became uncomfortable enough to make you pull out of him. Both of you sighed as the toy slipped out of Seonghwa first and then out of you, your hands gently taking hold of Seonghwa’s legs to lift them from your shoulders and let them rest on the bed. He let out a pleased sound at the action and grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you in for another, softer, kiss.

“I fucking love you,” he murmured, a dopey smile on his face when you broke the kiss to stroke his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“I know angelface,” you hummed in reply, pressing a few short kisses to his lips before sitting up and stretching. Seonghwa’s eyes never left your face even as you got up and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table to clean yourself up, his cheeks flushing pinker the longer he watched you.

“You want to have drinks at my place?” he asked, still smiling when you gave him a confused look. “I can’t stay here looking like- whatever slutty mess I look like right now.”

You snorted. He wasn’t wrong about that, with his mascara having run down his cheeks and temples and cum staining his skirt. You threw him the box of tissues and smiled back at him.

“Sounds good.”

╰(￣ω￣ｏ)꒰thank you for reading!꒱

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catkyunie · 8 months

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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟' 𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 | ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 // 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏’ 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

☾ PAIRING: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

☾ GENRE: Angst, Romance, Fluff, Ateez Lore (mentioned)

☾ CONTENT WARNING(S): None.

☾ WORD COUNT: 1.1K

☾ SYNOPSIS: Threads that became tangled in a web of dreams, overlapping lives and spilling over into reality. A woman whose feet never remain on the ground and a man who is smothered by the ambitions and expectations of himself and others. What will become of the pair as they navigate the worlds of their dreams, untangling the strings of fate that brought them together but, ultimately, threatens to tear them apart? When they wake again, will it be with the memories they archived or will they be plagued by the feeling of nostalgia? Knowing that someone is there, just beyond the reach of their consciousness, but physically untouchable. Only time will tell when they finally meet within their dreams.

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“5,893 won.” said the cashier dully, their attention more occupied with the comic that sat open on the counter before them than the few items you had selected for purchase. Their attitude didn’t bother you too badly, though. To be fair, you were just as preoccupied with the bassline that bumped through your skull from the earpiece in your left ear, your chin bobbing in time with the rhythm as you peeled open your wallet to retrieve a few crisp bills. Placing them face down on the counter and retrieving your bag and drink, you took a quick sip through the straw before motioning to the bills and heading for the door.

“Keep the change.”

With a dismissive wave from the store clerk, you assumed that was all you’d get in the way of a farewell. Shrugging, you shouldered your way out of the little convenience store and out into the brisk night air. Your neighborhood was a relatively quiet one, despite its proximity to the inner city limits. That was why you felt no qualms of unease as you sat on the curb beside your parked bike, taking another deep sip from your cup of cola and digging in the bag for the sangak-gimbap you had purchased. Pulling the plastic away from the triangular rice ball, you bit into the crisp nori and nodded in appreciation at the chosen flavors. Tuna mayo had been tonight’s selected delicacy. One of your favorites. You felt your body respond to the continued tune that played from your headphones as you ate, your bouncing knee and tilted shoulders joining your chin in its continued bobs. There was rarely a time when you didn’t have your music in and cycling through one of your many playlists. You had one for each day of the week, for each feeling you were hoping to either elevate or induce. Tonight’s happened to be filled with synth-heavy city pop, perfect for getting you up and moving and just adding a pep to your step. And that’s exactly what it did.

Taking one last, long pull from the soda, you hopped up to your feet and danced your way over to the nearby garbage can, disposing of your trash with a flurry and spinning into another set of twirls. You laughed out loud as you felt your ponytail whip around your head and tickle your cheeks, your feet seeming to have a mind of their own as they took you around and around. Your eyes closed then as you let yourself fall into the beat of the song, the neon of the convenience store and the dim light of the lamp post acting as spotlights, the parking lot your stage. At that moment, alone on that street corner with just the synths and the bass pumping in your veins, you felt like you could do anything. Music and dance were some of the few things that helped you stay grounded, even though for on-lookers you were as carefree as a bird in flight. And to him, that’s exactly what you were.

Down a way, at the crosswalk that separated a quiet little intersection, was where he had first set eyes on you. Initially, he hadn’t paid you much mind. You were just another body in the endless sea of people that existed in the same space as him, going about your life as he went about his. It wasn’t until you had begun to dance that he found himself pausing, distracted by your languid movements, captivated by your joyous abandon. The smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, brighter than the lights that cast your shadow over the pavement, was what kept him locked in place. Yes, you were just another person in the mass amalgamation of hopes, wants, dreams, and ambitions, but the way you moved, the unbridled jubilation you unleashed in that lonely corner store parking lot, left him wishing for more.

Just as he had steeled his spine and had taken a step forward, your dance had come to its conclusion. Head tilted back, arm reaching to the stars, your lungs pulling in deep gulps of the evening air. Your brain was buzzing with electricity that shot through your veins, leaving your entire body charged and tingling. It was then that your eyes latched to the wristwatch of your outstretched arm, reading the time and cursing softly under your breath. Reaching into the front pocket of your shorts, you clicked off of your playlist and over a name that had been previously displayed before hitting dial.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m on the way!” you gasped into the open air, the microphone on your earbuds relaying the conversation back and forth. Jogging over to your parked bicycle, you swiftly uprooted the kickstand with the heel of your foot before straddling it, angling it in the opposite direction, and pushing off.

“I had stopped for a bite at the corner store, I’m literally ten minutes away,” you continued. As you tilted yourself onto the sidewalk, in what felt like a still frame from a film, your eyes fell over him and time seemed to freeze. Two strangers in the night, not a word shared between the pair of you, yet your threads had already begun to tangle. And, with the blink of an eye, the moment had passed, and you were cruising down the sidewalk. Though your friend continued to chirp in your ear and chastise you for being ‘late’, your mind was elsewhere. He had been just standing there, facing you, and…had he had his arm raised? Like he was about to speak?

He was the one that now stood beneath the neons of the corner store, eyes fixated on the veil of pin-pricked darkness that you had vanished into. He had to physically shake his head to rid himself of the feelings of deja vu that clung to him as he turned to head back in the direction he had come. It was then that he first noticed it. A small circle of silver, cold and abandoned on the pavement. Tilting his head in question, he bent forward then, retrieving the small object and turning it over in his hands as he inspected it. Upon further observation, it became clear to him that it was a bangle of some kind and that, if he had to guess, it had belonged to you. And there, etched into it's face, read the words ‘Be Free’.

“Be free…” he said under his breath, smiling softly to himself as he tilted his chin to, once again, watch the direction you had gone. Slipping the bracelet over his own wrist, he tilted it beneath the lights of the store and watched as the colors skewed this way and that. Tucking his hands into his pockets then, with one last glance in your direction, the stranger stated with finality as he turned to head back down the path he originally deferred from.

“Until next time.”

☾ AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this idea has been brewing for literal weeks LOL Inception has a special place in my heart and ever since I first saw the MV for it I knew I wanted to write a series based around it, particularly for Seonghwa. It's gonna be hella angsty and it's very much gonna be a hurt comfort sort of fic so, brace yourselves for that. There will also be mentions of ATEEZ lore but it'll only be if you really squint and go looking for it. I had intended for this to be a stand-alone series with no smut planned but, who's to say. I may write a bonus chapter with schmut and this very well may bleed over into things I have planned based on the Halazia MV but, again, who's to say. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it! I may add a tag-list later on, we shall see.

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obligatoryidolblog · 10 months

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Breakfast (Seonghwa - Ateez)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, strangers fucking, interrupted?, reader is a desperate slut and we love her for that, exhibitionism?, oral

Summary: Seonghwa is bored while visiting his parents, and goes out for a drink. What he finds at the club certainly sates his thirst.

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He was watching you. You knew it. Working your hips harder, you slowly dragged your hair over one shoulder, baring your neck and shooting a look back at the man seated at the bar whose eyes had been glued to your ass all night. To be fair, you’d worn this tiny dress for just that reason. You were young, single, and above all else, frustrated. After your last ex, you’d been nearly two years without sex and you were ready to combust. There was only so much your fingers could do for you.

But when you’d tugged on your tightest dress with the shortest hemline and left the panties at home that evening before setting out, never had you expected to catch the eye of a specimen like the one who was currently blushing as you ran your hands up your torso, writhing to the music. His messy hair and baggy clothes indicated that this angel-faced man had come to just relax, not to try to hook up. And yet. Here you were, horny and doing your best to get him to pull his cute ass off that bar stool and bring his body to you.

Sadly, he seemed content to sit there in his stupidly cute hoodie and those goddamn gray sweatpants, shifting to hide the very clear imprint of his dick as he just… watched. You were fine with putting on a show, so long as he was willing to actually participate in the fucking encore. You watched him lift the cup in his hand to his lips as he leaned back and the impressive bulge in his sweatpants broke your rhythm.

Fuck it.

You were going to have to make the move on this damned man before he had you dripping down your own thighs in the middle of the dance floor.

***

Seonghwa nearly choked on his drink as the woman he’d been watching all night stopped dancing mid-song, her eyes glued to his, and began to approach. Setting the glass down on the bar behind him, he straightened up, wincing slightly as his half-hard cock chafed against his thigh at the motion. His eyes followed her all the way to his side, where she leaned against the bar and dragged her eyes from the toe of his shoes up to his eyes. Never had he felt so eye-fucked and holy shit did he love it.

“Hi,” she said with a cheeky smile, and Seonghwa swallowed hard as she leaned in, propping her elbow on the bar and laying her chin in her palm with a teasing smile, adding, “Do you not dance?”

He tried his damnedest not to look down at the cleavage she had just placed so perfectly on display for him, and cleared his throat and choked out, “I dance. Just not tonight.”

Her eyebrow lifted and Seonghwa gathered his wits. Clearly, she was flirting. And holy fuck did he want to reciprocate without sounding like a moron.

So he hitched on his best teasing smile and went on, “I mean, I couldn’t compete with you out there. What’s the point when I could just watch you?”

Her smile curled into a satisfied smirk, and Seonghwa felt that unspoken click in that moment. He was going to fuck this woman and he thanked whatever good karma had led him to venture out that night. If he’d stayed at his family home alone as he had for so long, he would’ve missed out on… this. And lord help him did he need to get his dick wet after spending a month with his parents.

She leaned closer, flicking the strands of his hair hanging over his brow with the tip of her finger, giving him a look of open invitation as she asked playfully, “Oh, but why watch when you could touch?”

Yep. Seonghwa had been blessed.

***

Your back hit the sticky wall of the hallway to the club’s bathroom, your hands tangled in Seonghwa’s hair as your lips devoured his. His tongue tangled with yours as his body flattened against yours. Wrapping a leg around his hips, you strained to pull his hips tighter to your core, his tall frame overwhelming you. One of his hands slammed to the wall by your head, the other gripping the thigh around his hips, sliding up slowly. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers discovered your bare ass.

Pulling back, he looked down at you, panting as you gave him a teasing grin and then slid your skirt up, showing him that you wore nothing under it. His eyes fell shut and he let out a groan that turned into a growl as he pulled you into a much more rough kiss, the fingers on your ass slipping closer to your core, finding the wet proof of your want for him making your inner thighs sticky. He trailed his fingers over your folds, and you shuddered against him, more of your juices sliding from you at the mere brush of his fingers.

Breathing hard, he pulled his lips away, taking his now damp fingers to his lips and tasting them. You shivered at the sight and at the sensation of a bead of your wetness sliding down your thigh in response.

“Come back to my place?”

You answered him by grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the door, moaning at the slip of your wet thighs against each other as you hoped he lived close.

***

Seonghwa had so many things to be thankful for. First, his family home was just up the block from this particular bar, which is why he had ended up there. Second, that he had been bored and lonely enough to go to that bar tonight. And third, that his father had a work function out of town, and his parents weren’t due home for another day. He thanked every known deity for these blessings as he tugged the hottest woman he had laid eyes on in a long ass time behind him, his hard cock leading him home to his childhood bed like the needle of a compass.

He quickly unlocked the door as the woman slid a hand down the front of his sweatpants, gripping his shaft, nearly making him drop the keys. Swinging the door open quickly, he swung her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hands circled his neck and their lips found each other again. He kicked the door shut, kissing her feverishly as he made his way to his bedroom.

Shoving that door shut as well, he pressed her back against it, pressing his hips up against the crux of her thighs, devouring her sounds of pleasure as he rutted against her. Feral, he growled into the kiss as she took a fistful of his hair, tugging. Turning, his dick throbbing with the need to sink into her wet heat, he dropped her to the bed, his eyes roving over her form as the tiny skirt of her dress rode up, baring her to him as she let her legs fall open, tracing a finger over herself as he ripped off his hoodie and shirt.

She giggled teasingly as he froze, watching her slide her fingers through her wet folds, circling her clit, arching her back and biting her lip as she put on yet another show for him. His cock throbbed as he simply stared, then he broke free of her spell and dove in, his hands falling to her inner thighs, pressing them open as his mouth hungrily met her opening, tongue and lips immediately going to work. Feeling her fingers grip his hair once more, he fucked his tongue into her, growling at the taste and the sensation of her tugging at his locks, something he never before knew he liked, but goddamn did he like it.

Sliding his tongue deep into her, he licked out as much of her juices as he could, like the proverbial man dying of thirst, then moved to draw her clit between his lips, working his mouth across her folds feverishly. Her thighs were trembling under his palms, and he felt her tensing, and pulled his face away.

She huffed out a frustrated groan at the loss of her impending orgasm, but he made it up to her, tugging her up and encircling her in his arms, kissing her, giving her a taste of herself as he unzipped her dress and nearly shredded the skintight material in his fervor to drag it off of her. Shoving down his sweatpants and underwear, he kicked them away and pressed her back to his bed, positioning himself over her. Meeting her eyes for a moment, he took in her beauty. How the fuck had he scored someone like this?

Groaning, he felt her cant her hips up, chasing after the tip of his weeping cock, which had been brushing at her wet opening. Diving his head in, he laved a tongue over one of her nipples, sucking the peak between his lips and worrying it with his teeth as he gripped the base of his dick and aimed it for her core. Sliding in, they both moaned heatedly. The grip of her engulfing him, the slip of her wetness, the way she squeezed tight around his pulsating cock… all of it had his head swimming.

As he bottomed out, he raised his head, finding her head thrown back beneath him, flushed face already fucked out. He trailed kisses up her neck, pressing as deep as he could, digging his hips into hers and found her ear, tracing the shell with his tongue.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he whispered in a growl into her ear before drawing his hips back and snapping them violently into her.

***

You cried out at his words and the proof his punishing thrusts gave them, the sensation of his thick, veiny cock slamming into you turning you into a writhing mess, sobbing out pleas for more, of what you weren’t even sure. More of his cock, more of the filthy words in his smooth voice, more of his lips burning a path over your skin. More of all of him doing just what he said he was going to do: ruining you.

Just as you felt yourself tightening down around him, orgasm drawing near, you caught the sound of a door shutting through your scattered senses. A voice called out Seonghwa’s name, and you both froze.

His cock still deep inside you, he looked down at you with panic. Heart speeding, you had a moment of pure terror. Was this a girlfriend, wife, whatever? Were you about to have to run for your life from a cheating scumbag and his scorned lover?

“Mom? What are you doing home?” his wavering voice called out, the fear in his eyes telling you to remain quiet as the realization and relief washed over you.

His mom. He lived with his mom. And she was about to walk in on him fucking the brains out of you. A giggle tried to bubble up at the absurdity of the situation, when you felt your earlier teasing side emerge again. As she called back that she had felt sick and thus had come home early, you clenched around him, shifting your hips to slide him in and out of you again.

Choking, he looked down at you in shock, calling back in a distracted tone that he would see her in the morning and that he hoped she felt better. You licked your lips playfully, moving your hands to card your fingers through his hair, giving it a hard pull, causing his eyes to drop closed again.

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured against your neck as he dropped his head, nuzzling a muffled moan into your hair, drawing his hips back and sliding slowly back into you.

In answer, you dragged him by the hair into a harsh kiss, then pulled away to look up into his eyes, meeting his slower but no less deep thrusts as you replied, “I’m letting you ruin me. Just quietly this time.”

***

Seonghwa bit his lip to hold back a curse as she tightened around him at her whispered words. Throwing his head back, he held his breath, thrusting as hard as he could without making the bed frame hit the wall. The knowledge that his mother was down the hall kept him silent, but didn’t deter him from reaching for the orgasm that he had been on the precipice of only a few minutes ago.

Working himself deep into the woman below him again, he rolled his hips, rutting deep into her, trying to find her spot, needing to get her back on the edge too. A gasp sounded from her as the head of his leaking cock found that specific spot within her, and he clamped a hand over her mouth as he drew his hips back and set a hard pace into that same spot. She writhed under him, her slick body sliding against his as he hit into her just right, and cries were barely muffled by his hand. He bit into the flesh of her shoulder as his own moans tried to grow louder at the tightening of her around him.

Her body gave a great shudder and she clamped down, making it almost impossible for him to draw back as she arched below him, the bed shuddering and her cries not nearly as quieted by his hand as he would like but he couldn’t focus on shutting her up when the rush of her juices and the clenching of her orgasm threw him over the edge into his own. He slammed hard into her, the bed creaking with his jerky thrusts as he moaned into her shoulder, his cock jerking within her fluttering sheath, filling her with hot floods of cum as her fingernails dragged down his back.

When his head cleared, he found himself draped across her heaving chest, his softening cock still inside her. He turned bleary eyes up to find her cheeks flushed, eyes shut as she struggled to regain her breath. A satisfied grin slowly spread across her face, and he felt a giggle bubble up.

“Oops,” she murmured, lifting a tired eyelid to smile at him, “Sorry, I couldn’t be quiet.”

Chuckling and nuzzling into the skin of her neck, he replied softly, “Me either.”

Pulling out of her with a groan, he rolled to his back, pulling her close and feeling extreme relief when she snuggled against him instead of wanting to leave, he added with a sleepy giggle, “Breakfast should be nice and awkward.”

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