Lightning | Wooyoung

Lightning | Wooyoung

Vampire!Wooyoung x Investigator!Reader, Seonghwa and Hongjoong appears too. Word count: 9305 Genre: angst, horror Author: maari Warnings: I'm rating this one +18 so minors DNI please! Contains strong violence, like very graphic, blood, sensitive themes, death. It's a vampire au, what else can I say. I have to say that yes, this is fiction so whatever I say about the 19th century has absolutely nothing to do with reality, okay? And I know almost nothing about Romania except what I've already researched so don't read if you want something else accurate. Note: AYO there's someone surprised? Because I'm not lol This story is from 2015, I had already posted the Portuguese version on other platforms but I felt I needed to adapt it for tumblr. Thank you Wooyoung for giving me the vampire vision I needed. Summary: There are many mysteries in the 19th century, but the biggest one is your old first love that it's back in town.

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19th Century. Romania. “Apparently there is a witness who lives downtown, so I..” “Apparently? Miss Y/L/N, we thought you had something concrete to prove your case to us." the sheriff interrupted her, making her take a deep breath, completely ignoring the lack of ethics. "I went to the village and only found dust, something has definitely happened." She concludes, with the last vestige of hope. Why did he look so bored listening to that? It was as if he didn't give the slightest credit to her words. In fact, it was difficult to maintain her poise when the sheriff's somber black eyes rested on her, a shiver going up her spine every time that happened. "And some people are scared of you, they said you're following them, miss." He rolled his eyes, pissing her off even more. "The murders didn't happen by coincidence!" she tried to argue and felt a hand on her shoulder. "Mr. Park, please contain your client." the sheriff spoke to the young man beside her, as if the woman were not even there. "Unfortunately it is not something that is of interest to you. Leave. We have a case to solve before the killer causes more panic." having said that, he and the other two men who were silent in the same room completely ignored both of them, as if their presence didn't make the slightest difference. As if her thesis wasn't convincing enough. What could she do without the evidence? Besides making others think she was crazy. "Please, Y/N, come with me." Seonghwa said, lightly pulling her shoulder.

She decided to leave with a sigh before starting screaming, it would be a lack of courtesy on her part and would ruin her reputation. It would be pointless to argue further about something the sheriff clearly wasn't interested in.

"I'm glad you didn't keep arguing." Seonghwa spoke when they were already leaving the place.

"It would be in vain, isn't truth?" she questioned, upset but not defeated.

"Y/N, I know how important your profession is to you." Seonghwa stopped outside, causing Y/N to do the same. She looked at him, he looked sincere. "But you need to be careful, as your attorney, disrupting a sheriff's investigation can get you into a lot of trouble. A mess that I might not be able to get you out of."

Y/N took a deep breath and looked straight ahead, far beyond the standing man, that's when her eyes focused on a familiar figure.

Her entire body shivered as his dark eyes met hers. Unlike before, the boy's eyes were filled with a dark haze. The serious face and emotionless expression was the opposite of the easy and wide smile boy who lit up the whole city.

"Y/N?"

"Is that…" she stopped for a second, to make sure what she saw was real and not a hallucination. As it had happened before.

That made Seonghwa turn to where she was looking.

"Jung." he spoke in a low tone and took two steps back, standing next to Y/N who looked like was going to collapse.

And indeed, maybe she would collapse, because now that Seonghwa wasn't in front of her, she could watch the boy who was now walking towards her.

He wore black leather clothes, a red blouse underneath and necklaces, very different from the elegant and light clothes he wore in the past.

God, he was wearing leather gloves!

He hated gloves.

"Y/N." she felt her whole body shiver when heard the boy's voice. Not just because of the fact that it had been a long time since she last spoke to him, but because his voice was now more mature. More obscure.

"Wooyoung." her answer was nothing more than a whisper and she couldn't take her eyes off him.

He looked like the same boy she knew but at the same time, was different.

"Well, I'm on my way. Let me know if you need my help again, Y/N." Seonghwa spoke and before she could say thank you, he left, glaring at Wooyoung steadily as he walked past him.

"I didn't know you were friends with pirates." Even serious, with a raised eyebrow, Y/N could hear the slight teasing and even surprise in his voice.

"I didn't know you were back in town." She replied, crossing her arms.

Wooyoung laughed, without humor.

"I can see you're on the defensive."

"Do you blame me?"

"No, of course not." he shook his head. "I understand, like no one else."

Y/N felt her legs wobble, it took a lot of self control not to let him notice. 

That phrase was theirs. He always said that to her when she was feeling lonely.

"Seonghwa was a pirate but is a great attorney." she replied, changing the subject suddenly.

"A what?" he looked shocked and Y/N wanted to laugh if it was any other circumstance. "Why would you need an attorney?"

"Because I almost got arrested." she replied, huffing and started walking towards her destination.

It was better to talk about the sheriff and his strange behavior than the past and how Wooyoung had suddenly appeared as if he had never left.

"It must have been something very worrying for you to need the help of a pirate attorney."

Y/N knew that tactic and that's why didn't answer, she just twisted her lip.

It wasn't quite true, but it wasn't a lie either. The fact that Seonghwa had been a pirate wasn't important, but she needed an attorney when the sheriff wanted to arrest her..

However, she wouldn't tell Wooyoung what had happened that easily. It wasn't just showing up after so much time that he would get everything he wanted.

"Oh, I see, you're mad at me." he laughed again without humor and Y/N got irritated with the whole situation.

"Well, don't tell me, Mr. I know everything!" she stopped walking and turned abruptly to face him. "You come back after years, without sending a letter, without even knowing where you went and you want me to be happy to see you?" Wooyoung was silent, analyzing Y/N's face so thoroughly that she found it strange.

"What happened?"

"What?"

"Your eyes are blinking constantly and I can see the worry in them." Y/N widened her eyes and Wooyoung twisted his mouth, almost as if he wanted to smile but couldn't. He still knew her better than anyone else, so that was why Y/N sighed. Defeated to expect an explanation from him.

Okay, she was still shocked that he had suddenly returned but she trusted him more than herself. And it wasn't like she could lie to him. "You always knew about my dream of becoming a private investigator." she said, seeing him nod. "I got a case. A murder on a farm in the city, the owner's daughter was murdered for no apparent reason."

"And?"

"And it coincided with 2 other murders. I was finally talking to some possible witnesses when the town sheriff came up to me, saying I had to go with him because they had reported me for disturbance. Apparently someone is afraid I'm going to find out something."

"Is this how Seonghwa appeared?" She nodded.

"We've been friends for a long time, you know." Wooyoung reluctantly agreed. "We became closer with your departure." he looked at her seriously and confused.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"I needed a friend, Wooyoung. He was there for me." she snapped back and he was silent.

They stared at each other for a while, as if to make up for lost time or find the answers they needed.

Anyway, Y/N knew he wouldn't say what was going on to make him come back without warning.

Even more so with such a difference between the Wooyoung she used to know.

"I felt the need to go back, something told me to." He spoke in a soft tone that caught Y/N off guard.

She couldn't contain her jaw which dropped in sheer shock.

It even looked like he had read her mind, which shouldn't be surprising because they used to do that in the old days.

Talk through the eyes.

"You know what happened." She raised an eyebrow. "About the murder, I mean."

"I have some theories."

"Then?" Wooyoung asked. "The police think I'm hallucinating." she said, angry. "There's something wrong, the sheriff was so… bizarre." She felt a shiver run down her spine at the memory of the man. He almost looked happy to be taking her away from people, and by the time she explained what was going on, he already seemed to have reached his own conclusions. At first, Y/N thought it was just jealousy of her work. She was paid very well to be a professional investigator and she didn't have to deal with the mayor like the sheriff did, she didn't have to wait for authorization from higher ups because she didn't have any. But then she realized that it wasn't that, in fact it was far from it. "Y/N, why don't you let It be?" she looked at him in disbelief. "Can't you see you could be in danger?"

"Excuse me?" he had no sign of reluctance on his face. He was indeed serious. "You have no right to tell me what to do."

She walked again but was stopped, held in the arm by Wooyoung, who didn't take long to bring his body closer to hers.

Ah yes, that was worrying, Wooyoung was not one to maintain physical contact on the street, with an entire city looking on and could compromise the two. That was always the excuse he gave to Y/N. But she couldn't deny that she liked it, even though she was a little mad at him, because she missed him so much that was still greater than any other feeling and having him there, holding her arm although firmly but gentle was probably the closest they would get to each other for now. "Leave this case before something happens." he asked gently but his eyes were different.

It was almost as if he was begging her to stop because somehow he knew it would hurt her. 

However, he had no way of knowing.

Or had?

Y/N looked into his eyes, they were still dark but something said that the Wooyoung she knew was still there. He only knew what she had told him, not her theories, so how could he know it was dangerous if he had just come back to town? Why did he suddenly look so worried? "Would you like to tell me something, Wooyoung?" asked, still not understanding the sudden concern. 

Her questioning took him by surprise, who looked away anywhere but her eyes. But that didn't make her give in, she continued to stare at him anyway.

He fell silent for a moment until he held her other arm and stared into her eyes in the way that made Y/N legs shake and her head stop thinking. "Listen, I care about your life and I know this story will not end well. Give it up before you get hurt, Y/N."

She had so many questions, and didn't even know where to start.

She wanted to say that those words hadn't affected her but that would be a lie, just as it would be a lie to promise that she would give up when she wouldn't. "I'm a professional, Wooyoung. I was hired to find out who the monster is and that's exactly what I'm going to do." She retorted.

Y/N was always stubborn and he knew it very well. "I can't stay by your side." murmured. "I can't watch you kill yourself."

She felt her eyes fill with tears, for being stupid to have believed that he was back for good and for losing him again, unable to do anything to stop it.

"Did you come back after so long for this?"

She let go of his grip so that could completely move away from his extremely comforting touch. She didn't know if she would control herself if he continued to hold her so close to him, so close that she could feel his body heat.

And he just let his hands fall to his sides, he didn't even struggle to maintain contact.

"I won't say I'm surprised." lifted her chin as spoke. "I think you got used to leaving me anyway but don't worry, I can take care of myself and the case at the same time. Goodbye, Jung." 

She turned her back on him and got out of there as fast as her heels would allow.

She would get concrete evidence of what believed. It was a promise.

And she didn't care if the person she trusted most in life had abandoned her before he even finally came back.

At least that would be what she would repeat until convinced herself. [...] Three victims in a single day, always in the cold dawn and none of them had even a drop of blood in their body. 

Things in common: marks on the wrist or neck. It was so obvious it was terrifying. 

She didn't believe in horror stories or about mythical creatures, it's true, but she couldn't ignore all the facts that came to the same explanation.

A vampire was loose in the city. Y/N's father didn't tell her about this kind of thing but he was smart enough to leave his diaries within her reach, in which said that he knew that one day this would happen and that humans would have to demand courage from themselves if they wanted to survive this kind of thing. 

The apocalypse.

Her parents were born in Serbia, they knew the rumors of creatures of the night feeding on human blood, it was one of the reasons they fled to Romania, while her mother carried Y/N in her womb.

Both died in a mysterious and still uncertain way just over eight years ago.

She became an orphan, rich and completely cold that same dark day she received the news, still a naive girl. She would have given herself over to the darkness if not for Wooyoung, her best friend and her only family left. After discovering her father's diaries, she was sure that he and her mother had been killed by some creature from the shadows. She just couldn't prove it.

With a thirst for revenge to find the culprits, Y/N became a true warrior in secret, at the same time knowing everything she could about vampires. Everything her father had left in his diaries had helped her, it had been the beginning of her era as an investigator.

She didn't do it for the money, did it because felt like she was closer to finding her parents' killers. 

A private investigator who was actually a vampire slayer, taking care of weird, unsolved murders was pretty satisfying and it brought her closer to the truth, that's what she felt. Although she was still frustrated since the creature was so smart, it was so hard to find something to back up her words. She needed more than her father's stories. "Miss Y/L/N, would you like anything else before you go to bed?" Addy subtly entered the room she was in.

She had barely noticed her arrival, with so much going on her mind. "No, I'm fine, thank you very much. Notify everyone to end their services for today."

She put the diary that was reading in the drawer of the furniture next to her bed. "Yes, ma'am. Have a good night." “Equally for you.”

Addy left and Y/N took off her robe, after blowing out the candles, leaving only one lit.

Y/N lay down on her bed and her mind felt like it would explode from so many things that came and went.

She couldn't understand why Wooyoung had even left, let alone why he had suddenly returned. She believed his words, though he wasn't specific about what had drawn him back, but she needed more. She wanted to know how he was doing, what he'd been up to, where he'd been. She didn't imagine how many minutes or hours had passed, but when was almost asleep, she heard some noises and a muffled scream outside the house.

Dread settled through her body at the exact moment she faced the dark room, feeling her heart beat faster. 

She would be exaggerating if she thought that maybe her house was being broken into at this time of night.

But the servants had already gone to sleep as she had ordered, the house was dark and her legs were shaking even though was lying in bed. A while ago she would just kneel beside the bed and pray it was just her imagination, only today it wasn't like that anymore.

That's why she dared to get out of bed, quickly put on her shoes, pick up the holder in which the only candle was lit, and left her room after taking a deep breath. Y/N tried not to get carried away by the darkness that her house was or by the terrifying silence. Walked through the house in large but cautious steps and she hadn't found anything unusual inside.

So she had to work up the courage to go through the main door and go to the gardens behind the house. With each step Y/N took, felt her heart beat even faster and her blood started to freeze. Everything was dark, her eyes couldn't stop staring at every square meter of the extensive garden. Sudden fear gripped her as saw a body thrown over the high gate's spear and the bloodstains on the ground. The white skin was full of red marks and one in particular caught her attention, on the victim's neck hovering the same mark as other murders.

She was in shock for long minutes and when regained consciousness again, she dropped the candle near her feet and started walking backwards, unable to scream or look away from that horrendous image.

The blood was still warm and gushing onto the floor, the lifeless body was different from the victims she had seen. Because that blood was a message for her.

She didn't need any other messages to understand.

Her instincts seemed frozen and slowly came back to tell her what to do, because the killer was probably nearby. 

Run away. Find a wooden stake and bury it in the chest of the first person that appears.

She ended up stumbling over her own feet and the terror came stronger than the thud when she fell to the ground. Y/N got up already trying to get away from there and ask for help however she ended up being held tightly by the arms. She prepared to scream for Addy or anyone else to hear but as soon as she took a deep breath, stared into the face of the person holding her.

Wooyoung. Her heart was still beating fast, seeing him there made it start to regain the air she had lost. "Y/N, why are you here alone?" Asked low and she just shook her head without being able to say anything. All she could feel was her heart beating too fast, it hurt. "What happened? You're pale." The only explanation Y/N could come up with was pointing her finger backwards, he looked at the spot of her terror and his face grew serious, she could see he had locked his jaw holding his breath.

"You need to get out of here, I think you've seen too much for one night." he seemed to contain his anger, his tone was far from calm, and she nodded in agreement.

Y/N let herself be carried away by him, even forgetting that they were actually apart, she didn't dare to look back. Something told her that tomorrow would be a very long day.

[...] "The police are already at the scene taking the body, the employees are terrified and I took something to put it in your hand." Wooyoung sat next to her on the bed and Y/N continued with her head down. "I said I didn't need it, it's okay." Her voice was choked, no wonder since she couldn't do anything but cry when walked in the main door after the adrenaline had worn off.. 

She was used to seeing victims in much worse situations but that scene wouldn't get out of her head for an obvious reason: it had been on purpose.

The killer knew who she was, it was clear.

She was lucky that Wooyoung was there, he didn't seem desperate and that helped her to at least calm down a little. As always was. "Be still for a moment." He took her hand and started to pass the wet cloth all over the place that had hurt because of the fall, only when he forced her skin that she knew it was hurting. 

Wooyoung was cleaning the wound carefully but his forehead was furrowed and his nose seemed to be being forced not to breathe that air. "I didn't know you were sensitive to the scent of blood." She commented and he looked up at her at the same time. "It's not something very important to know." He shrugged and finished cleaning her wound, placed the bowl of water on top of the furniture next to her bed and returned to face Y/N.

"Everything about you is important to me." declared, holding the gaze. When Wooyoung looked at her in that intense way it reminded her of the feelings for him she should have buried  a long time ago but would always be there, lying dormant waiting for him.

Wooyoung understood Y/N since forever, they knew each other even before she became an orphan.

One day, he was sleeping under the snow in the same gardens of her parents' house and the other day, Y/N's parents gave shelter to the boy who did various tasks in the house in exchange for food and clothes.

Because they were the same age, they became inseparable. Y/N didn't care if he was a servant, he was the only friend she could play with when she wasn't studying.

She and Wooyoung liked to play that they were warriors, they played with wooden swords. 

Little did she know that one day she would use that sword in real life.

He was her first friend and first crush, and also her first kiss. In fact, couldn't remember anyone other than him being her first at anything.

It was weird being close to him but at the same time being so far away, at least in the way she really wanted to be. She hated to admit it but deep down knew she had never forgotten what they left in the past. An impossible and secret love. "I'm sorry I fought with you." he said lowly, making her shiver from head to toe. "I'm sorry too." she sighed. "You could have come here earlier, this house is as much yours as it is mine. Maybe nothing would have happened tonight if you were here."

"Y/N." He leaned closer and touched her cheek gently.

"Why did you come back? Truly." she just needed an answer or else it would consume her alive.

He didn't take his eyes off her and Y/N was mesmerized to have him so close after so long, just one touch and it would literally throw her into his arms.

She knew it was what both needed. A simple touch. Wooyoung touched his lips to hers at the same moment a lightning cut the sky, illuminating his face and making her sigh as quickly noticed his dark eyes look hungry, before closing her eyes completely and giving herself away.

It wasn't many times that she was in his arms but each time he was very gentle, almost as if he was afraid of breaking her. But now, the way his lips sought hers in such an ungentlemanly way, it was almost animalistic.

It was surprising when he held her waist tightly and deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting for the first time. She grabbed his hair afraid that his momentary boldness wouldn’t last and he would be cautious again. She kissed him with all the desire she felt, without fear of regretting it later.

His lips were warm and soft, driving her crazy. That wasn't the kind of kiss they gave, it didn't have the childlike innocence of before.

Wooyoung knew how to move his lips and tongue sensually and slowly. Another lightning in the sky and Y/N heard a grunt, Wooyoung held her tighter and leaned over her. She had to break the kiss to catch her breath and he didn't stop there, he kissed down her chin and neck, making her skin shiver.

Y/N had to bite her already swollen lip to hold back her moan as she felt wet kisses trail across her skin.

She thought he was going to go down a little more, because she didn’t want to stop, in her wildest dreams she had been in his arms without any barriers, that was where she became his. Only in her dreams. But he held his breath and moved away so fast that she could barely keep up. Y/N was going to ask what had happened but a knock on the door undid all that moment, she didn't know whether to look at Wooyoung who now kept his face turned to the side or to tell the person to come in. She sat on the bed and straightened up so no one wouldn't notice that something had happened, Y/N asked them to come in and Addy came to her quickly. "The sheriff wishes to speak with you." She warned and Y/N took a deep breath before nodding.

The last person she wanted to see was him. "Thank you, Addy." she got up from the bed, legs a little bit weak, avoiding looking at Wooyoung who seemed to be embarrassed. 

Well, it was his fault that she was weak and horny.

She put on her robe and Wooyoung stood beside her, now maintaining a serious posture. 

Was he doing this to confuse her? Wooyoung noticed that Y/N hadn't understood his gesture and decided to quickly explain. "I wouldn't leave you alone with that man." Wooyoung never liked the sheriff and the feeling seemed to be mutual. That old man had been in town longer than she and Wooyoung could count, and what on the surface seemed like just a rowdy children's tantrum became more when they both grew up.

No matter how much time passed, Wooyoung still didn't like the sheriff.

But that night, Y/N was thankful for it. She felt protected when was around him and this was how she needed to feel when she was in front of the sheriff. She smiled knowingly at him, as the memories washed over her, he tried to reciprocate but it was sad and he looked away too quickly. She sighed and retraced her path, which was now lit differently from earlier. She arrived at the garden still a little apprehensive, the police chief had the man by his side and they were speaking in low voices. 

It seemed she wasn't the only one with secrets. "Miss Y/L/N, can you give me your statement about what really happened here?" the sheriff asked with a certain arrogance and she had to control herself not to be rude, he deserved it anyway. "I don't know what happened, I was getting ready to sleep at the time." "And how did you end up out here exactly?" she noticed that he looked Wooyoung up and down with his petulance standing out in his ego. "I heard a scream and decided to see what it was, after all it could have been one of my employees." Y/N crossed her arms, hating having to explain to him that he wouldn't even look at her. "Did you find no trace of the killer?" "No." "That’s what I need." he left quickly, being followed by the man, without even thanking her or questioning in a more intense way.

What was that?

Y/N glanced at Wooyoung as soon as saw the sheriff's silhouette walk away from her garden. "That was very strange, he didn't even insist." commented and stared at Wooyoung, it looked like he was holding back from saying what he was really thinking. "What's it?" she asked, curious.

He was never this quiet. "We need to talk about what happened." His serious expression took her by surprise.

She had just been interrogated, what else did he want to know? "How about later?"

When she catches her breath from seeing a body hanging in her garden, to be precise. "One day we'll have to talk about this, Y/N." He touched her chin and made her lift her head to look into his eyes. She frowned, still not understanding. "It wasn't a good idea to kiss you after the panic you went through, I apologize for invading your space."

What was he talking about? "What?"

Oh, that was the conversation they would have. "It was a terrible mistake on my part, I'm so sorry." He moved away and Y/N felt her jaw drop. "It won't happen again." Wooyoung passed in front of her and she hurried to stop in front of him. "Are you testing me, Wooyoung?" she questioned, completely confused. "Pardon?" "You come back, then fight with me, leave again, come back here, kiss me after so long and now you say it was a mistake. What do you want after all?" She was tired of it. "Do not blame my vulnerability, I wanted as much as you."

Truth be told, dear Wooyoung. "Do not say that." asked low, closing his eyes for a moment. "I will no longer hide my feelings, I will no longer lie to you. Not anymore." she held his face, making him open his eyes and stare at her steadily."I wish I hadn't loved you again but I did and I don't regret it."

He was silent and she couldn't contain herself, daringly she touched her lips to his once more, in a soft and simple touch.

Y/N didn't prolong the kiss for a long time, she knew it could make things worse, pulled away from him but not before saying one last thing. "I hope you can handle this, Wooyoung, or else you know where it will lead us."

She got out of there as quickly as possible and had to stop herself from looking back or else she would kiss him again. And again. And again until she wouldn't be able to stop. [...] "Are you sure you'll be okay?” Addy asked as soon as she put her feet out of the house. “Of course. You need to visit your family, Addy, the weekend will do you all good.” Y/N smiled at her.

A break for the employees was a good idea, to make them forget the trauma of the murder in the garden while Y/N drank herself to sleep. “But I can ask Joseph to stay here if you need anything.” she would really insist on that option. "I just need you to get into the carriage and let him take you home. It's two days, what could happen?” she asked and Addy stayed quiet. “Remember that I can take care of myself, that will calm you down.” she agreed and hugged Y/N. She more than anyone didn't mind showing the affection she had for the employees, after all, she had practically been raised by them after her parents' death.

“Take care of yourself.” Addy said goodbye and walked to the carriage, Y/N waited at the door until lost sight of her. After what happened at her house, Y/N decided to give all employees the weekend off. She was hoping to spend the two days with Wooyoung, they hadn't arranged anything but she figured if he saw the movement then maybe he could show up. Well, actually spending time with him wasn't the only thing that motivated her. Now lucid, she could retrace the killer's trail, they always leave traces. She had some acquaintances in London she could ask for help, or even Seonghwa who knew a lot of people from his pirate days. Giving up, as Wooyoung had asked her to do, was not an option. She just couldn't keep doing her job in this town, for now. Not when the sheriff seemed determined to derail her investigation. She might even go back to training, she had some favors to call in on some friends.

The night had already fallen and it had brought heavy rain, she loved the rain but on that day in particular it was a bit scary. She was still a little vulnerable with everything that had happened over the past few days, the empty, dark house had never felt so big for her to be alone. Y/N looked at the tray that held the wine and two glasses she had set aside. Hopeful? Deluded? She didn't know why but she laughed as she got up to help herself. Of course he wasn't going to show up. 

She had barely taken a sip and her head was spinning just thinking about Wooyoung. In the time he was away, she tried to distract herself with other men. After all, she couldn't wait for him forever. But it was always in vain because it was her eyes that she saw around the corners.

Sometimes she even seemed to have seen his figure on the street or elsewhere, but it was nothing more than an illusion because the moment she blinked he was no longer there.

Leaving a tightness in the heart and a desire to cry that was always supplied by alcohol.

Just like now, she tried to drown her feelings in the wine while trying not to think too much about him, how much she missed him and how much that kiss had affected her. She had known a less angelic side of Wooyoung, and it would be a lie to say that she was no longer interested in the boy. Because she was.

She liked how sweet and happy he was, but knowing that he too was shrouded in mysterious darkness drew her even closer. Well, after all, she hunted monsters.

It seemed hypocritical but she was attracted precisely by the unknown in Wooyoung.

She wanted to dig deeper, find out more why and how he had become so secretive. He had a reason, didn't he? She was already on her second glass of wine when heard a noise coming from the stairs. She even thought about ignoring it, but footsteps could be heard on the top floor of the house, so she set the goblet aside and stopped where she was.

She had ordered all the servants out of the house so no one was there with her. Was her head then starting to create illusions?

She got up from the couch, feeling her heart beat so fast that the corset she was wearing was hurting her ribs. Slowly and very carefully, she went to the front of the stairs and stopped there, straining her eyes to see better since everything was nothing but pitch black. Lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the place and showing that there was nothing, the noise was loud enough for her to jump with her hands on her chest that rose uncontrollably. She let out the breath she'd been holding, feeling weak for being overwhelmed by the darkness.

That was the alcohol making her relive that night all over again. That was why the trip seemed like the best option for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to go back to her whine, that was her night of drinking herself out. However, she couldn't make the journey back because her body paralyzed when saw a person a few meters away looking at her as if she were prey.

It could be another illusion, must have been, but when she realized that it was the creature she was looking for so long a shiver ran through her entire body, suddenly all the cold weather took over the house and she could hear the wind blowing in her ears.

“Good night, Miss.” he asked and Y/N could see his sharp teeth however she didn't dare to give him any answer, in her head, was already looking for a weapon to protect herself. “Sorry to come unannounced but I think we have some things to work out.” She took a few steps back when he threatened to walk towards her.

She held her breath, trying through her peripheral vision to find something sharp to shove down the throat of the person in front of her.

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, you don't need to be afraid of me, you know very well who I am.” He took off the hood he wore and her jaw dropped, surprised. “Or do you need to?” He smirked and remained silent.

It all started to make sense so quickly that Y/N's head started to spin and it wasn't just from the alcohol. Wooyoung asked her to leave the case because knew that it would hurt her. The body in her gates, the unexplained confusion when she tried to talk to alleged witnesses, the fact that the police were always one step ahead of her in their investigations. “It was you all along.” she said aloud, connecting all the evidence.

How foolish she was.

“Exactly.” He shrugged and took a step in her direction.

“Was the death near the police station on purpose or did you simply forget to hide the body?” she asked, trying to buy time. She had a dagger in the next room, she was near the door, and could run to get it.

“I confess it was an accident, unlike the body I placed at the gates of your home.” he confessed and snorted. “You don't think I'd leave a body next to my station on purpose, do you?” she was silent and he laughed. “Don't be stupid, it made me have to move forward with this case and it didn't help me at all.”

“But you managed to hide it very well, Sheriff West.” she said ironically.

“And I will continue to hide, do not think that I came to confess and then leave, letting you live.” he threatened and took a step forward, making her on alert. “It's a shame to have to kill a woman as beautiful as you, Y/L/N, but I have no choice.” she took it as an opportunity to get closer to the room and if she stretched out her hands she could open the door. “Don't worry, I took care of everything.”  as he said that, Y/N stared at him in confusion and heard a loud noise of glass breaking and she looked up instantly.

The entire ceiling of her house, which was beautifully crafted with the most beautiful glass in the city, had shattered into thousands of pieces and few vampires had touched the ground within seconds.

She only had time to stare at the wet creatures as they snarled at her.

The first one who attacked came running with his mouth open and hands with huge nails out in front of him, she took the opportunity to throw herself against the door of the room, which opened with a loud thud and she fell to the floor. Y/N reached out to grab the dagger from the table and at the same moment the creature appeared, throwing itself at her, which plunged the dagger into the vampire's chest without any hesitation before he sank his sharp teeth into her skin. The animalistic growls stopped when she turned the dagger inside the vampire's chest and in a short time the body fell.

On top of it he pushed it to the side, seeing the pale gray vampire's body. She wasted no time looking for another weapon, her eyes found a wooden cross, her father's relic, on the wall and she didn't think twice before pulling it out. She had been training her whole life for this moment and she wasn't going to die without even a fight.

She left the room and saw that they were waiting for her, the heavy rain falling through the broken window wetted Y/N and she had to hold the cross tighter.

This time, two vampires came towards her and stopped as soon as she raised the weapon, they looked at each other and when they looked back at her, their fangs were already out. Well, the myth wasn't true then, it would be otherwise.

Y/N stuck the cross in the stomach of one of them and the other pulled her back with force, making her practically fly to the ground, she ended up hitting her head but still dizzy, she managed to pull herself back with her elbows.

Y/N's now soaked hair obscured her vision and when she pulled away from her face, she saw the vampire pull the cross from his stomach and the blood spilled onto her floor.

“Eww.” she said involuntarily and the two attacked her at the same time. She tried to protect her body, putting her arms in front of her body and felt sharp nails scratch her arms, cutting the fabric of her dress, before she could even fight for real, strong hands held her by the neck, lifting her off the ground and squeezing her until it became difficult to breathe. She watched as the other vampire, the one she'd hit with the cross, approached with sharp teeth and she was sure this was how her life would end. Everything happened faster than the blink of an eye, suddenly the hand that was suffocating her was no longer holding her and Y/N fell to the ground at the same moment that the body of one of the vampires fell beside her, already lifeless and with a broken neck.

On the other side, before she could understand what had happened, the other vampire fell with a hole in his chest, heartless.

Y/N followed her gaze to the figure that was standing in front of her, holding the dead vampire's heart, and she felt her whole body shiver at the sight of her savior.

Wooyoung.

No, that could only be another illusion. Wooyoung couldn't be there. He was breathing heavily as Y/N's jaw dropped and looked confused, he threw the heart he held as if it was nothing and extended a blood stained hand towards Y/N.

She wasn't undecided whether to accept it or not but she was so surprised that it took her a while to hold Wooyoung's hand, she felt the warm palm and she didn't know if it was because of the fresh blood on his hands or if it was his own heat. “That's so typical.” Sheriff West spoke loudly and she looked into Wooyoung' eyes, they seemed way darker than before. “Pathetic.” against her will, she looked at the sheriff who had removed the overcoat he wore, his look devilish and angry. “I'll kill you both” he shouted and came to attack them.

Y/N couldn't follow what happened next, in one moment Wooyoung was in front of her and in the next the sheriff was blocked by him and the next second, the two collided against the wall on the other side and a hole was made there. Wooyoung was holding the sheriff's neck who had his eyes completely black and his fangs out, he grunted trying to get out of there and get some advantage against Wooyoung. She didn't know how he was managing to get the sheriff pinned against the wall.

“Come on, show her who you really are.” Sheriff spoke and Y/N remained paralyzed. What was he talking about? “Don't you know, Y/L/N? Have you ever seen your love the way he is?” he asked her, though he didn't take his black eyes off Wooyoung. “After I kill you, I will suck the blood and kill her slowly, exactly the way I did with her father.” Wooyoung grabbed him by his clothes and threw him to the ground with such force that she felt the house shake, he growled like an animal and when Y/N looked at his face saw two fangs. No, it couldn't be...

Wooyoung somehow seemed to be stronger than the sheriff and Y/N took the advantage to run to the stairs, opening a trapdoor that held more weapons. She didn't know what was making her think so fast, maybe it was the adrenaline, and she started to load the gun with ammo. Special ammunition, silver bullets. Y/N turned to face them as her fingers moved as quickly as she could, and she saw when Wooyoung now had his neck grabbed by the sheriff, who somehow managed to turn around and kneel on top of Wooyoung. That made her activate the gun and shoot at the sheriff, ended up hitting his arm and he got up, getting off Wooyoung, before he could say anything he closed his eyes and grunted loudly. So this myth was true...

“You know, sheriff, I went after myths about your species and I would like to try it with the murderer of the city.” Y/N shot him again, this time in his leg and he fell to the ground away from Wooyoung, he looked at her with pure hate. “I didn't believe that silver was your weakness.”another shot, on his stomach. He was still, squirming as if the bullets were burning him inside, and maybe they were. “No justice would be enough to punish you properly, so think about your sins…” She approached him, placing the gun on his chest and felt Wooyoung approach her and the sheriff showed his fangs. “...in hell.” she said before shooting him in the heart. The sheriff widened his eyes and fell to his knees, tried to raise his hand to hold Y/N but she just slammed the gun into his arm, making him fall to the ground while grunting in pain and losing his color. It was a matter of seconds before he lost his life right there on the ground while Y/N looked at him in disgust. Wooyoung didn't say anything, he just approached the sheriff's body and put both hands on his neck, she kept looking and watched as he snapped the sheriff's neck and took his head off. Y/N looked away, feeling her stomach lurch, and the gun dropped from under her feet as she tried not to think about what had just happened. Blood, pieces of glass, bodies, pieces of vampires were scattered around her house while the heavy rain was still falling on her and Wooyoung. The only survivors of the attack.

She felt his hand on her arm in a touch so soft it felt out of place. she shivered again when his fingers traced the cut she had on her arm and, unable to resist, turned her face to look into his eyes. The eyes were still dark but filled with guilt.

“Y/N.” he whispered

“When were you planning to tell me?” she asked directly, tired of secrets between them.

“Actually, I didn't plan to.” he was sincere and she crossed my arms, looking away from him. “I love you.” confessed and Y/N paralyzed again. “So much that it hurts my heart.” He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes. For her to find the truth in them. “You're in constant danger if we stay close and I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” she knew very well what he meant but she didn't want to accept it.

"I can't afford this" He pointed to the bodies. “happens again, I won't always be in time to save you.” She wanted to scream that she didn't want to be saved but that would be a lie because she wanted to live, enough to be by his side.

“You will leave again.” she guessed and he nodded. “At least now you know why I'm leaving this time.” he caressed her face, staring at every inch as if he wanted to memorize every detail. “I won't be able to say anything to change your mind.” it was not a question. “I'm thinking what's best for you. You deserve to be happy and I'm rooting for that.” He tried to smile but ended up failing.

“I love you.” she whispered, already with tears in her eyes. “I always did!” “I know.” He got even closer to her face and his lip gently touched hers, to then start their last kiss. Y/N could still feel his fangs against her lips and Wooyoung tasted like blood but none of that mattered because the way he was kissing her was clearly making her forget about what happened a few minutes ago. It was intense, full of feelings they both now knew were mutual, and also fraught with pain. For leaving, for not being able to live what they wanted. He held her face firmly one last time and broke the kiss, touching their foreheads while YN refused to open her eyes but she felt that he was staring at her intensely. She didn't want to say goodbye. “Don’t go, please.” She heard Wooyoung sigh but the contact had been lost and desperate, she opened her eyes to find him already climbing through the broken ceiling. He even stopped one last time to look at her from above and she pleaded with her eyes but he just left at the same time that lightning appeared in the sky.

After the sudden light, there she was back to darkness. But with her duty done.

[...]

“Tell me, Y/L/N, are the rumors true?” she straightened her spine on the chair was sitting on, the clothes she was wearing weren't so comfortable but it was effective.

“That I became a hunter? You weren't supposed to know about this.” she complained. “I know more than anyone realizes.” She went silent for a while, if the rumors were already getting to him then probably whoever she wanted to know about her current situation was also aware.

“That's exactly why I'm here. I need you to track someone down.”

“Wooyoung.” said simply. No one was surprised, not even the underworld creatures.

“Exactly.” Honjoong folded his hands on top of the large desk in his office. He was a vampire, his scent was better than any of the creatures, he was trustworthy. It could help her find Wooyoung. It was amazing how she now found herself surrounded by creatures of the night.

“I think you should know who you're dealing with.” he said, making her raise an eyebrow. “Y/L/N, never wondered where he came from?”

She shrugged. Nobody knew where Wooyoung came from, not even her parents.

“Do you know his last name?”

“He didn't have any so my parents named him Jung.” “Well, do you know the meaning of this name?” She denied with her head. Should she know? “Means, it is the connection between two people that cannot be severed.” “I believe you are telling me this because it is important.” “After a lot of research, I found out that he actually has a strong connection with the Tepes family.” Honjoong smiled, a little murky for her. “ You know who else was called that? Vlad III.”

“The Impaler?” she asked and he agreed. ”The famous prince of Wallachia who is the hero of this nation?” “Did you know that Vlad had a son?” Honjoong got up from his chair and walked around the office. “Mihnea, the Bad.” she followed him with her eyes. “He did not have a very happy reign, nor was he as loved as Vlad, so much so that he abdicated the throne to his son.” “Vlad had a grandson, who was hidden from the world for fear of retaliation. With Mihnea's fame, it was only natural that they would. The child grew up with a curse.” She paid attention, although she didn't really believe in curses, knew that supposedly magical things happen around the world. “At 18 he would become as cold, perverse and scary as his grandfather. His lust for blood and atrocities would be far greater than any other Tepes.” Memories of the night Wooyoung saved her and killed all those vampires returned.

“Are you saying that Wooyoung is the lost grandson of Count Vlad?” her heart believed in that fantasy but reason still brought her back to reality.

Honjoong nodded, putting his arms behind him. “The only living descendant. Vlad's family is very well known and even admired by us.”

“So the rumors were true. Vlad was a vampire.” 

“The first of the first.” Honjoong took a step towards her and Y/N glared at him. “So I must warn you, Y/L/N, you are not dealing with any vampire. It's a Tepes.” “I'm not afraid of him.” she admitted. Quite the contrary, actually, she loved him and was willing to find him. “That's not what worries me.”He took a deep breath before continuing. "Y/N," he knelt down in front of her, making her worried. He rarely called her by name. “Wooyoung has many doubts, he grew up without his family, being the monster he was in the times that he was away from you. I strongly believe that you were the only light the poor boy found in his entire existence. So I warn you, if you enter this world of darkness... you won't be able to get out.” “You know where he is.” “I told you the family is known.” “Be more clear, Honjoong.” she asked, tired of it. “Your beloved Wooyoung is coming for Vlad.” She was paralyzed. Impossible. “Vlad was beheaded in combat with the Turks, his head was displayed in Constantinople.” she said in disbelief. It was simply impossible. “That’s what they say, you know there are three versions of Vlad's death. I assure you, they killed the wrong man.” “What are you trying to tell me, that Vlad is alive?” he nodded and Y/N was petrified. She considered getting up from the chair but didn't have the strength in her legs after listening to all that. “Where is he?” she questioned. Honjoong rose silently, turning his back to her. He didn't say a word. “Honjoong…” she gathered strength and started to get up from the chair, approaching the young man who insisted on ignoring her question. “Where is he?” she said more firmly this time. “Paris, with the help of a witch to find his grandfather.” replied low. She stopped to think for a moment, was more confused than before. “Why would you go to Paris?” she asked herself. Honjoong turned back to her and took her left arm with unusual gentleness. “If they find Dracula, they will try to fulfill the prophecy.” she raised an eyebrow. What prophecy? “Vlad will take what is rightfully his, spilling the blood of his enemies and turn everything to ashes, making the world safe for creatures of the night..” She looked into Honjoong's eyes. My God… “Then it is to Paris that we will go.”

breakfast in bed

masterlist

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader x choi san

w.c.: 3.7k

tags: smut, fluff, established poly!relationship

you wanted seonghwa to feel all your love for his birthday

A/N: happy seonghwa day! I figured this was the perfect opportunity to write my first poly fic, I really hope I did them justice :"" happy reading!! ^^

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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warnings: dom!san, switch!seonghwa, sub!reader, mxm interactions, praise, fingering (f&m receiving), finger sucking, spit as lube, handjob, unprotected sex (👎🏻), breeding kink, a hint of choking, overstimulation, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (f), cunnilingus, squirting, cum eating, teasing, begging, nicknames (sannie, hwa, love, jagiya, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl, sweet girl, treasure)

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Seonghwa woke up to soft kisses sprinkled across his back – over his shoulder blades and nape – your nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck and inhaling the soft scent of his body wash, the events of the previous night coming back to him as he blinked the remnants of his dream away. What he planned to be a quick shower before bed turned into his exercise for the week and a headache over the water bill when you and San decided to slip in after him.

Delicate fingers squeezed the flesh of his waist, moving away when he turned to face you, eyes bleary with sleep. Your arm circled Seonghwa’s waist again, tugging him closer to you and flattening your palm over the small of his back, greeting him with an easy smile. You leaned in to press a feathery kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling it tug upwards before you pulled away.

“’Morning,” he whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping man sprawled out on the other side of the bed.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you smiled, eyes soft while you ran your fingers over the side of his face.

A soft shade of red tinted Seonghwa’s cheeks, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, sighing contently as your warmth seeped into his skin. He slid his tongue over your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth and running it over the roof while his fingers scratched at your nape. A hummed pleasantly, the sound vibrating against his lips, the hand on his back slipping down to grab a handful of his ass. Seonghwa groaned softly, low in his throat, and pushed back into your palm, arms moving from your neck to wrap around your shoulders and gather you against his body, bringing you impossibly closer. You alternated between hard and soft, moulding your lips together lazily while inhaling the other’s warm breath until Seonghwa got impatient and began nipping at your bottom lip, sucking your tongue into his mouth, kissing you so hard you forgot that anything other than him existed.

That was until pouty lips pressed against your shoulder, and you didn’t have to look back to see the sulkiness tainting your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you two doing?”

The hoarseness of San’s voice made you crane your neck to look back at him, taking in his heavy eyelids and the disheveled hair pointing in different directions. He blinked at you and Seonghwa, eying your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his bottom lip jutting out. You turned to lie down on your back before reaching a hand out to cup San’s cheek, running your thumb over his lips. The simple gesture seemed to cheer him up, his dimples sinking into his skin before he moved his attention to Seonghwa where he laid on his side, head propped up on his palm while he watched your interaction with an easy smile.

“Happy birthday, my love,” San muttered before he closed the gap between them, leaning over your body to reach Seonghwa’s lips.

It was your turn to watch, rubbing circles over San’s bare back while you followed how his lips moved against Seonghwa’s – slow at first, savouring the taste of him, but within a few seconds, you could hear the wet sound of their spit moving between them as San’s tongue pushed past Seonghwa’s lips. They left delicate touches over each other’s skin, gentle squeezes here and there as if they hadn’t taken turns fucking each other in the shower the night before, having you watch them while you waited your turn. You felt a wave of arousal pass through you, the warmth pooling at your core as San’s morning wood pressed against your hip, paired with Seonghwa’s soft moans while the younger man’s fingers flicked over his nipples.

Seonghwa tapped San’s shoulder, taking a deep breath when he pulled away from him. He turned his head towards you, smiling at your red cheeks. “I think our (Y/n) would like a kiss too, Sannie.”

San mirrored the older man’s expression when he shifted to look at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he moved to hover his face over yours, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “Aww, did my baby feel left out?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply before pressing his lips against yours, so hard you felt the world around you turn into mush, Seonghwa’s soft hand squeezing at your hip to keep you grounded. He watched you kiss for a few minutes, his arousal growing the more he took in your small, breathy moans, muffled against San’s lips. He moved closer to you, resting his head down on your shoulder before speaking.

“Can I…” he cleared his throat, cheeks turning bright red when you pulled away at the sound, two sets of eyes fixed on him and urging him to speak.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” you asked, pressing you lips to the crown of his head.

“I- I want… you,” he raised his head to look at you with those big eyes, glimmering with want, before turning to the other man. “…and Sannie. P-please, I want you both.”

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Seonghwa’s lips were gentle over yours – rendered useless and inert, parted as soft gasps escaped you – pressing light kisses at over your cupid’s bow down to the corner of your mouth while his fingers pounded into you and curled against your sweet spot, the anticipation of your second orgasm sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head to look at San, sprawled on his side beside you and rubbing soothing circles over your stomach, a few inches away from where you needed him most, his other hand wrapped loosely around his cock and squeezing around his base every time you let out a breathy moan.

“Why are you looking at me, baby? I’m not the one making you feel good, am I?” San spoke, the rasp in his voice affecting you more than you cared to admit.

San knew what you wanted, knew that you were about to come on Seonghwa’s fingers, knew that you wanted more. And you knew he wasn’t going to give it to you. That’s just how San was, getting off on watching you writhe under him, begging him to stuff you full of his cock and breed you until you were crying from overstimulation. So you turned to the person who would give it to you, taking a few seconds to absorb the way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, face so close you could feel his warm breath blowing against your heated skin.

You reached between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, hard and heavy in your hand. A fresh wave of arousal dripped down Seonghwa’s fingers as you took in the pleasure coating his face when you gave his length a firm stroke. “Hwa… ‘want you inside..."

“Now, now, darling. What happened to your manners?” San clicked his tongue.

You looked up at Seonghwa through your lashes, wetting your lips before speaking. “Please, please, please, Hwa. Give it to me, I’ll be good, I swear-” you recited in one breath.

“Fuck, yeah- okay,” he nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the soft glide of your palm over his length, aided by the obscene amount of precum leaking from his tip. “Can I- I want to fuck her, please. Sannie, can I?”

You nodded furiously, looking between the two men, guiding Seonghwa’s tip towards your cunt as soon as his fingers slipped out of you, running it through your dripping folds before stopping at your entrance. You rolled your hips against him, trying to push him inside, but Seonghwa pulled his hips back, ignoring your whine while his eyes flitted to the man laying silently beside you.

“Sannie, c-can I fuck her? Please, I- I need her so bad,” Seonghwa panted, his cock twitching between your legs and you could see the tremble in his arms as he tried to hold himself up. Your eyes moved between them, desperation eating at your insides as your hole clenched around nothing.

San’s smile was soft, but the glint in his eyes made you shiver – he knew he was in control; he could say no, leave you to cry and beg while your high dwindled away. He could fuck Seonghwa in front of you, or have Seonghwa fuck him, making you watch them with your hands tied behind your back and your cunt leaking all over the bed, aching to be touched.

But San wouldn’t do that today, not when Seonghwa was asking so nicely.

He cupped Seonghwa’s cheek, his smile soft while he spoke. “It’s your birthday, my angel, you can do whatever you want. You’re in control today.”

Seonghwa breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning down to cover you with his body, heat permeating off his skin and into yours and creating a bubble of warmth around you. He peppered open-mouthed kisses over the side of your face while he lined himself up with your entrance once again, this time pushing past the tight ring and into your heat. Seonghwa let out a throaty moan into your neck, taking the skin between his teeth and leaving blossoming bruises as he bottomed out, rolling his hips to make sure you were taking every last inch of him. You were so full of him, your mind hazy as Seonghwa took over your every sense – the floral body wash that he often stole from you mixed with the tanginess of his sweat as you breathed in his scent, the warmth of his body almost suffocating but you didn’t dare complain, wanting to be engulfed in his very being.

Seonghwa ground his hips against yours, his cockhead pressing against your sweet spot and eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. He drew his cock out until only the tip remained entrapped within your pulsing walls before sliding back in, his balls slapping against your skin as he began to fuck into you. The mixture of grunts and moans echoed between the walls of your shared room, masking the movement of the other man who quietly slotted himself behind Seonghwa and hooked his chin over his shoulder, the older man straightening up slightly.

“ahh- fuck, darling you feel so good,” he sighed, pistoning his cock into your cunt and revelling in the feeling of San thumbing over his nipple, palms roaming over the expanse of his soft, sun-kissed skin.

San’s fingers pushed into your mouth without warning, pressing against your tongue before sliding further down your throat and making you gag at the sudden intrusion. “Be a good girl and get my fingers wet for me,” he ordered with a smirk decorating his lips.

You felt Seonghwa shudder with anticipation, his cock twitching inside you while he carried out his ruthless rhythm, biting his lip to suppress the noises threatening to escape him every time your pussy clenched around him.

San took Seonghwa’s chin between his index and thumb, twisting his head to face him. He leaned in to press their lips together, biting on his bottom lip and dragging it with him when he moved away. “Don’t hold back, jagiya. Let me hear your pretty voice,” he nuzzled his nose against Seonghwa’s cheek before letting him go.

A chocked moan left your lips when San pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pulling off Seonghwa’s body just enough to slide his dripping fingers over his puckered hole, still soft and pliable from last night’s events.

“Hwa, baby, shit- hnnngh-” your thighs trembled around Seonghwa as he angled his cockhead to pound against your g-spot with every thrust, a dribble of saliva trickling down the side of your face as he fucked you dumb.

San smiled lopsidedly at your expression, your moans mixing with Seonghwa’s, the auditory stimulation alone nearly making San come all over the other man’s back. His free hand reached for yours – fisting the sheets at your side – and guided it to his throbbing cock, standing hard and angry against his lower belly. “Is our angel making you feel good, hm? Tell me, sweetheart, do you think he deserves my fingers?”

Seonghwa looked into your eyes pleadingly, red staining his cheeks and neck, his cock spasming wildly inside you. “Yeah,” you breathed out, heat spreading through your skin as shots of pleasure seared through you. “He’s doing s-so well- nghh! F-fucking me so good,” you held his face in your palm and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone, looking up at him through lidded eyes. Your other hand pumped San’s cock, dragging up his length to squeeze around his head before sliding back down to the base.

San hummed contentedly – low and hoarse – while he thrusted his hips into your fist. “Such a good boy,” San purred. “Making our sweet girl feel so good,” he peppered kisses over Seonghwa’s shoulders, circling his finger around his rim before pushing in.

Seonghwa exhaled a sigh of relief as San’s finger dragged along his walls, his hips jolting when he slipped in another and curled them against Seonghwa’s favourite spot. “Fuck, S-san!”

“Shh, just relax for me. I’ll make it feel good, darling.” He thrusted his fingers against Seonghwa’s prostate, barely pulling out before stuffing them back inside him and pressing the pads of his fingers against the gland.

“There- ahhh, right there, fuck!” Seonghwa snapped his hips against yours vigorously, leaning down to press his mouth to yours and swallow the cries of pleasure slipping out of you as he continued his ruthless pace. "Hah... (Y/n), my love, shit- I-I'm-"

Seonghwa bucked his hips into you once, twice before sheathing himself deep inside you and flooding your walls with his load, tremors shaking his body as San continued working his prostate. A soft whine slipped out of Seonghwa's lips when the overstimulation became too much, reaching back to paw at San’s hand until the other man slipped his fingers out of him. San gave his ass a soft pat before grabbing onto his hips and guiding him out of your fluttering hole. A fresh wave of arousal rushed through you at the whimper that you drew out of him when you clenched down on his cockhead, trying to keep him inside you.

San groaned behind him at the sight of Seonghwa’s cum leaking out of you, your pussy clenching around air, desperate to be stuffed. “So good for me, my darling, look at how much you came.” San reached forward to spread your folds with his thumb, watching as more of Seonghwa’s release flooded out of you. “Made our pretty girl nice and wet for me, didn’t you?”

Seonghwa was drained, his chest flushed and coated with sweat as it rose and fell while he recovered from his orgasm. He gave a weak nod, the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of red. San pressed a tender kiss to his jaw before maneuvering him to lay beside you and taking his place on top of you.

You grabbed onto his biceps, rolling your hips against him desperately. “Sannie, please…”

“Aww, does my baby want to come?” San gazed down on you – his smile sickeningly sweet – before he leaned down to press feathery kisses over your cheeks. “Do you want me to fuck another load into you? Make you nice and full of our babies, hm?” You nodded deliriously, San’s smirk only growing, his dimple sinking into his cheek as he took in your crazed state. “Beg for it.”

Seonghwa gave your waist a squeeze, sliding closer to paste himself to your side and whisper in your ear. “Go on, treasure, beg Sannie for his cock. I know you want to,” Seonghwa’s fingers slipped between your legs, gathering some of the cum dribbling out of you on his fingers and pushing it back inside, sheathing his fingers inside you and revelling in the squelch of your pussy around him. "Tell him how bad you want to be a mommy."

“Please, please, Sannie, baby. I’ll be g-good, just want your cock inside,” you begged, exhaling soft breaths as Seonghwa’s fingers curled against your walls and teased around your g-spot. "W-want your cum, pleaaase-"

That seemed to satisfy San, too turned on himself to continue tormenting you. He batted Seonghwa’s hand away, not giving you a chance to breathe before he buried himself inside your heat.

“Oh fuck, oh- haahh-” Heat pooled in your lower belly as San fucked into your abused cunt with abandon, groaning into your neck when your pussy squeezed around him.

Seonghwa hooked his arm around your knee and spread you open for San, pressing his mouth to your jaw and nipping at the skin. “Is Sannie making you feel good, sweetheart? Are you going to be good and come on his cock?”

“Uh-huhh,” you cried, your eyes rolling back when San slowed down his thrusts to a languid grind, his cock sliding deliciously between your fluttering walls.

The fingers wrapping around your throat brought your attention to the man above you – his eyes lidded with lust, hips going back to their frenzied pace, the sound of skin-on-skin reverberating between the four walls. “Keep your eyes on me when I fuck you,” he growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his high.

You did as you were told, your eyes never leaving his even when your vision blurred and darkened around the edges, your gut tightening and muscles clenching when your climax finally washed over you. You felt fingers working your clit roughly, stretching out your orgasm and sending San into his as your walls spasmed and contracted around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed out of him. San rolled his hips into yours, moaning and grunting into your skin while Seonghwa peppered loving kisses over the side of your face, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit and sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“So perfect, the both of you,” San praised, lifting his head to place a kiss on your temple before pressing his lips to Seonghwa’s cheekbone.

Seonghwa smiled sweetly, kneading at the flesh San’s hip. “San-ah, I want to see…” he muttered, gently pushing San’s softening length out of you to watch the combination of their cum ooze out of your ravished cunt.

You heard San curse under his breath when the other man kneeled between your open legs and licked a stripe up your pussy, watching your hips jerk when Seonghwa sucked at your clit.

“H-hwa- too much!” you reached down to push him away, but San grabbed your wrist before you could and pinned it against the bed.

“Uh uh,” he warned. “It’s his birthday, let him do as he pleases.”

You whined when San reached for your other wrist, holding them above your head while Seonghwa lapped at your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you to slurp at the cum painting your walls. You felt a pressure building in your lower belly when Seonghwa pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against your g-spot, the slide easy with the mixture of fluids leaking out of you. He swallowed the last bit of cum emptied inside of you and pressed delicate kisses to your swollen clit, his fingers unrelenting as they ripped moan after moan out of you.

“Give me one more,” Seonghwa muttered against your mound.

“I-I can’t, I-”

“Yes you can,” San interrupted, grabbing your jaw in his palm and squishing your cheeks together. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tears streaming down the sides of your face as pleasure mixed with pain seared through your abdomen.

“Come on, Jagiya, give it to me,” Seonghwa urged, bringing his other hand down to thumb at your clit, pressing his cheek to your quivering thigh. “Please, please, I want to watch you come on my fingers one more time.”

You writhed under the two men as you tumbled over the edge once again, clear liquid gushing out of you and spraying all over Seonghwa’s belly and thighs. He pressed his fingers against your sweet spot and watched as you squirted again, leaning back down to swallow it all down. He worked you through your high, only pulling away when your thighs closed around his shoulders and your hips jerked away from his touch.

“Holy fuck,” San muttered and brushed the matted hair off your forehead, taking in your fucked-out state – the violent tremble of your thighs, sweat covering every last patch of skin and reflecting the morning rays peeking through the blinds, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling while you regained your breath.

They gave you a few minutes to recover, cleaning you up with a warm towel while keeping you grounded with delicate touches here and there – Seonghwa's gentle palms rubbed soothing circles over your belly while San scattered tender pecks and kisses over the expanse of your skin, over your face and neck then down to your chest.

You felt content, warm, safe. In their arms, in their company. Simply by existing within the same space. You no longer had any recollection of your life before them – how did you go to the store and not think about them whenever you spotted their favourite snack? How did you react when a new Lego set released, and how did you not rush to buy it for your beloved? Perhaps you were grateful for not knowing. You wanted to believe that every experience you had sustained before them served as preparation for what’s to come, simply a filler readying you for a life of constant bliss and contentment. A life where you never doubted the love you were given.

You spent the rest of your day in bed upon Seonghwa’s request, watching a rerun of all the Star Wars movies and pretending to be awake when he caught you snoozing. San would giggle and poke your side, playfully scolding you for falling asleep – as if he hadn’t startled the two of you with a sudden snore an hour ago.

Tucked in under the blankets, limbs a tangled mess as you and San fought over who got to be the little spoon, Seonghwa watched you bicker with a fond smile gracing his lips.

How lucky I am, he thought, to be loved twice as much as much as everyone else.

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STARWARS - P.SH

Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 4,103

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie

Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!

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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.

The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.

You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.

"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.

You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.

He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.

"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.

Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N"

"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.

"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.

He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.

"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.

You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.

"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.

He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.

"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.

You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.

"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.

"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.

"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.

"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.

You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.

At least, not again.

"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.

"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.

He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.

He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.

"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.

His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.

"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.

You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.

He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.

Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.

Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.

He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.

"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.

"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.

"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.

Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.

"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.

"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.

You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.

"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.

He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.

"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.

He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.

His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.

"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.

You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 

Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.

You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.

As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.

"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.

"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.

"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.

"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.

His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.

You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.

You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.

"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.

"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.

Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.

"Hwaseong-"

"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.

"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.

"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.

"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.

Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.

The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.

The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?

It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.

the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.

Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.

Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"

His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.

Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.

You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.

You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together

"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.

"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.

His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.

"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.

He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.

His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.

Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.

"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.

He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.

He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.

"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.

He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.

"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.

His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.

His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.

"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"

"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"

That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.

Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.

Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.

You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.

You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.

"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.

Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.

Or so you thought.

"I love you"

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The Trouble With Roommates

Word Count- 2000+

Genre-Smut

Pairing- Roommate!Seonghwa x F!reader

Summary-Cleaning dynamic takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings-MDNI 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (very bad, don't do it), etc. NSFW below line.

Not edited cause I wanted to put it out before I lost my nerve, hope you enjoy! (I'll edit once I come back from running away from my computer in embarassment.)

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"Y/n!!" You hear your name being called and you sigh, pulling off your headset. Should have gotten noise cancelling, you think and lean back in your chair.

"Y/n!" You hear again and the voice is coming closer. Damnit, you think, I'll have to finish this later. You'd been having writers block lately and you'd FINALLY been able to get some inspiration from a really heavy music listening session and some brainstorming.

"Whhhhaaaat?!" you yell back, then your door is being opened and you spin around to look at your roommate. Seonghwa's face is cloudy and he's frowning. Great, what did I do this time? you wonder.

He looks as irritated as you feel as he sighs and holds up some random Lego. "Did you knock this off the set I was building?" You glance and it and try to remember. "Oh yeah, sorry, I was dusting and fell over, I tried to fix it but you know better about that stuff so I left it on your desk." You say, going to turn back around in your chair.

You feel it being turned back around and he's glaring down at you. "Why were you in my room?" He asks, fuming. What the actual hell, you think. "Dude, you're the one who's all like, make sure you dust blah blah. I clean a lot and I was just doing you a favor. Why are you so mad?" You frown back at him, and wonder why he's so moody.

Seonghwa was normally a very quiet, clean, polite roommate. He only got upset at random, strange things and you could never predict it. Always something with going in his room, even though he had no issues coming into yours to clean.

Frustrated over the double standard, you huff at him. "Just...I worked hard on building this, so ...." he say. You pull your headset off and grab it from his hand, walking out of your room, making your way to his. "Fine, I'll fix it. Jeez, it's not like you can actually BREAK Legos. I've built plenty in my life. Also, I definitely didn't lose any pieces."

As you make your way into his room, he's running to catch up behind you. "Wait! No, don't, it's fine!" He says, coming in behind you. You walk over and find the setup the part belonged to and look it over.

"STOP!" He yells from right behind you, and tries to grab the Lego out of your hand. You turn around and he's right in front of you. "What is the issue? I don't know why you're so upset...you're mad at me for ruining it, so I'll fix it!" He reaches for it but ...for some reason, you're so frustrated at him, you hide it behind your back.

"What...what the fuck, Y/n, give it to me." He frowns down at you and you smirk up at him, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him. "No." You state and he's trying to reach behind you now. His arms are going around you and you're both struggling, then you turn around so you can use your body as a shield. He wraps both arms around you and is trying to get it out of your hands now and suddenly you're breathing heavier.

Was his body always this long and lean?? As he's struggling with you, you're all of a sudden aware of a very hard object pressing against your lower back. Gasping, you wiggle a bit more and it jerks. Woah....is he getting hard from this? You think, feeling even more emboldened to tease him more.

"Oh my god, stop moving. Just..." he gasps and you can't help but giggle. "Hwa....are you...?" "NO!" he yells and pushes you away. Turning to see him, you take in his panting, his red face, and the obvious bulge in his lounge pants. You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk.

"Is it me or the Legos that have you...erect?" You can't help but say and burst out laughing. His face clouds over and you think, maybe you've pushed too much. "That's it, I'm going to rip down your stupid Kpop idol wall, see how you like it!" He yells at you and he's gone in a second, moving towards your room.

No longer in the teasing mood, cause how DARE he mess with your idols, you yell "YAH!" and you're running after him. Now he's the one smirking as you run into your room and he's holding your Baekhyun pillow, reaching for one of your sacred shelves with all your albums and lightsticks.

"Noooo!!!" You scream and launch yourself at him, grabbing the pillow and there's a brief spat where you're trying to grab the pillow but it's tough as he's so much taller than you. The struggling ends with you being on top of him on your bed. "Don't you touch them!" You're panting down at him and he's smiling up at you. "Doesn't feel very good, does it?!" He laughs in your face and you just barely resist the urge to headbutt him. You grab the pillow from his hands, then despite your better judgement, you adjust both of your legs so you're straddling him and you're rewarded by the look on his face going from triumph to shock.

"Y/n...!" He gasps and you grab both of his arms, pinning them above his head. "No, that didn't feel very good....but this does." You say, leaning closer to his face and grind your hips slowly against his, rubbing yourself against his now rock hard cock. "Oh...god...Y/n....what...are you d-d-doing...?" He manages and his eyes roll back. "I have... no idea....Hwa....but...." You gasp out, suddenly feeling a wave of heat go over your body and it really does feel good.

Shit...you think...I definitely went too far. But your body and your brain are competing as you lean down to press your whole body on top of his. His eyes flash open and he's raising his head to meet your lips. In shock, you release his hands and they immediately drop down to cup your ass, rolling your hips against him as he lifts himself against you. Opening your mouth to him, his tongue is rolling against yours in a dance, leaving you breathless.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss, you think and then all thoughts are escaping you as your body is flipped and he's the one pinning you down. "So, you like teasing me, huh?" He growls down at you, his dark eyes clouded with lust and his dark hair falling forward. Oh my god...was he always this fucking hot? you think momentarily and then he's dropping down to bring his mouth to yours again, then trailing his lips down your neck. "I don't like this shirt" He whispers against your skin and before you can answer, he's yanking it off of you. His hand slides under the cup of your bra and he's squeezing your nipple, his mouth still on your neck, his hips moving slowly against you.

"Hwa....Hwa...what..." You murmur and he's nipping your neck as you bring one hand up into his hair to tug lightly. The other is pulling at his shirt and he leans up briefly so you can pull it off. You both pause momentarily, you looking at his half naked form, him looking at yours before you both reach for each other again for a deep kiss. His hand slides underneath you to cup your ass and lift you a little into him, while yours are in his hair and running your nails lightly down his back.

"I need you, Y/n.." he moans against your neck, kissing down your body and you're just nodding like a moron, writhing around under his mouth and tongue as he flicks and kisses and nips his way ever downwards. Then his hands are pulling down your pajama shorts and underwear all in one motion. You lift your legs to let him pull them off all the way and before his head can continue kissing downwards, you stop him. "You too...." you manage, wanting to see him more than anything right now. He nods, his mouth open, panting as he stands up briefly to remove the rest of his clothing. You have a moment to take in his long, lean masculine body, his cock prominent and dripping from just touching you and your hips jerk upwards involuntarily.

"Y/n...you're so fucking sexy, I want....." Seonghwa groans and then he is grasping both of your legs, pulling you forward a little bit and he's kissing your stomach, down to your hips. "...taste you.." he mutters against your skin then your hips are lifting once more as he drags his tongue down between the sensitive area between your legs, stopping briefly then flicking his tongue out against your clit, once then twice. You muffle a scream with your hand as you look down at him. His hands are grasping your inner thighs and he's looking up at you. Smiling, his eyes locked on yours, he flicks his tongue once more and you cover another moan. "Mmmm...so wet...Y/n, don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you." He says softly, his breath against you and then he's moving his hand to slide a finger against your folds and drawing his tongue along your clit, back and forth.

Letting go, you grab the sheets around you and let out an animalistic howl. His finger slides inside of you as you moan his name over and over, and he sucks gently on you, making your insides spasm.

"Hwa Hwa Hwa HWAAA.......fuck me......" You're gasping, not being able to handle all the sensory overload. You feel his breath as he laughs softly against you and he looks up at you. "Hmm? Tell me...tell me what you want..." "FUCK ME!" you yell and throw your head back as he slides his finger out of you and crawls up your body.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard, Y/n......." he growls and his face is in your neck, his one hand in your hair and his other guiding his rigid cock against your opening. Your legs wrap around him as he slowly sinks his length into your tightness, almost pulling him in.

"Yes...oh my god, yes....Hwa..." You manage and he's moaning against your neck now, finally buried all the way inside you. "So tight..." He's gasping and then pulls back briefly before he's pistoning his hips forward again, slamming back into you. "Oh god!" He moans and then he's panting and groaning loudly as his hips pick up a rhythm, fucking you slowly at first, then picking up the pace gradually.

"Say my name, Y/n. Say it..." He's whispering in your ear now and you're moaning it out at his command. "Seonghwa! Seonghwa...you feel so good, oh my god!" His mouth meets yours again and you grab his hair, his hand in yours as the pace quickens even more, moaning into each others mouths, your screams breathed in by him.

Finally, you can feel the growing tension in the pit of your stomach climbing up, feeling like something inside of you is going to break as your back starts arching off the bed.

"HWA!! HWA.....I'm so close I'm going to......fuck please make me come...." You're screaming and he's looking down at you, sweat dripping, his eyes frantic with need. "Come for me, come around my cock, baby." He's panting and you run your nails down his back. "Cum inside of me, Seonghwa! CUM CUM WITH ME!" You're screaming and he lets out his own scream as everything explodes inside of your head and body.

He's moaning your name as his body comes down on top of you, holding you, his body jerking and spasming as you feel him fill you up, deep inside. Your legs are locked around his waist as he rides his orgasm out. Then....breathing out your legs collapse to either side and you both slowly relax.

"Fuck." He says against your neck. "mmm...yeah. Fuck." You murmur back and then you're both laughing softly.

He brings his head back to look down at you and you lean up to give him a quick kiss.

"I'm totally fucking with your Legos from now on."

@veronicasawyerschainsaw @shinestarhwaa

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘Ｆｌｏｗｅｒ𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

18+ Minors DNI! Warnings below the break

Summary: It's your birthday and your only wish is to spend time with your boyfriend. All eight of them, that is.

Genre: ⚘ smut ⚘

Pairings: ot8!boyfriend!ateez! x female!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), poly ateez x reader, anal sex, being handled a tad rough at times, bratty reader, & fingering

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Your silk robe was all that separated your bare ass from the mahogany dining table you were seated on. Aside from this robe, decorated with what you guessed were orchids, nothing hid your naked body from the rest of the world. Most importantly it revealed just enough to water the mouths of the 7 men gathered around the table. An 8th was positioned on his knees at the edge of the table. His face buried between your thighs, he kissed dangerously close to your warmth. Hongjoong wanted to taste you. Feeling you squirm beneath his tongue was his favorite thing to do on a day like this. He couldn’t though. Not until you let him. Today was your birthday. You were the queen. He was simply there to serve, they all were.

The other 7 were restless in their seats. Desperately attempting to ease the discomfort of their arousal pressing against their pants. They were desperate to slip their hands into their pants. Just 2 seconds of skin against skin would relieve the pressure. Fingers tangled in Hongjoong’s choppy blonde hair, you pulled him up to look at you. “You hungry?” He nodded, eyes scanning your naked form. “Yes”. You leaned back, propping yourself up with your arms, and opened your legs wider for him. “You can eat”. The sight of Hongjoong’s mouth latching onto your clit was the permission the others had been waiting for.

Breathing a sigh of relief, they unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Wooyoung’s pace was slow, eyes closed and ears locked into the sound of you moaning. Yunho moved quicker, obsessed with the way your breasts looked as your chest rose and fell. Each flick of Hongjoong’s tongue sent electric shooting through your system. Laying down flat on your back, you locked eyes with the pink-haired man at the other end of the table. Hongjoong dipped two fingers into your slit, pressing in so deep your juices leaked around his fingers. You gasped, reveling in the fullness you felt.

Your body was twitching in ways that you couldn’t control. “Mingi, hold my hand” you pouted, an arm outstretched towards him. Mingi took your hand in his, continuing to stroke his precum-coated cock. The tighter you squeezed his hand, the louder you whimpered, and the harder it got for him not to cum. Your robe had fallen off to the sides now, all of you within arms reach of your lovers. Noticing San shivering, probably on the edge, you set out to redirect his attention elsewhere. Your smile was sweet when you questioned, “Kiss?” San’s face lit up as he leaned over the table and enveloped you in a sloppy kiss.

Every noise that came out of your mouth went into his. He groaned, sending them right back to you. You were playing ping pong with declarations of pleasure. Hongjoong replaced his fingers with his tongue now. Two kisses at once. Yeosang could watch you like this all day, edging himself until it was his turn with you. He never came, not once, unless he got to feel your walls tighten around him as he did it.

Pulling your head away from San, you eyed his still-exposed cock. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. San didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you what you wanted, letting you suck him into your mouth. He’d already felt himself teetering on the edge of cumming. This wasn’t helping. The way you handled his shaft, your free hand massaging his balls, had him gripping the table. He held on so tight he thought he might break it. He caught a glimpse of Joong pulling away from your clit…teasing the tip…diving into you again. The way your back arched, your nipples hardening.

Rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, he felt all of the remaining blood in his body rush to his tip. The inevitable eruption threw off his balance causing him to slip out of your mouth. You held him in place by his base, cum sprinkling in thick drops on your lips. You ran your tongue along your lips, making him want you even more. San kissed you ravenously this time. He could taste himself on you. How sweet. The second San pulled away for air, a strong hand gripped your jaw, turning you in the other direction. Face to face with an obviously agitated Jongho, you remained unphased.

Your entire body was on fire in the best way. His obvious jealousy only fueled it. “Can I help you?” you teased. Jongho loosened his grip on your jaw, only a little. “I can jerk off at home. I want you” he growled. The giggle that you let out in response wasn’t meant to mock him. He was just so cute when he got like this. Sitting back up, you guided Hongjoong’s head away from your cunt. He wiped you off of his chin, sucking you off of his fingers. You turned to Seonghwa who’d been sitting patiently, simply enjoying the experience of seeing you this way. “Hwa, I want you to fuck me”. That was a request you didn’t have to make twice. Swapping places with Hongjoong, Seonghwa smeared his tip in the wetness gathered between your folds.

Eyes rolling back as Seonghwa sunk into you, you turned back to Jongho. His ears were turning red. He looked like he could tear you apart. Good. “Come, lay down”. When you brought this table it hadn’t been for the express purpose of fucking on it. It simply turned out that it served that purpose perfectly. Pulling Seonghwa in for a kiss, you left Jongho to his task. Hwa was always so soft-spoken but when he fucked you? Well, he fucked you like he wanted to split you in two. Fingertips digging into your thighs, he craved the way you gripped him. “So good. So, so good” you moaned. Your praise made the waves of pleasure hit him even harder. Movement behind you reminded you of the request you’d made to Jongho.

Releasing Seonghwa from your grip, you crawled on top of Jongho who was spread out on the table now. Locking your lips onto his, you carefully lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock. He felt different than Hwa but not bad, just a little thicker. The stretch was satisfying. Your hips pressed into Jongho’s lap, and you poked our ass out a bit. A signal that Hwa knew well enough now. He climbed up onto the table, positioning himself behind you. The still-slick mixture of his precum and your juices made it easy for him to enter your ass. Your eyes shot open, overstimulated by taking two cocks at once. Both of your holes being stretched at once made your mind go blank.

No thoughts. Just the feeling of Seonghwa and Jongho taking turns dipping into you. Yunho held you by your hair, helping to keep you balanced while his friends fucked you stupid. Hongjoong had taken Hwa’s seat now. Hand on his cock, thumb stroking the head, his stomach was in knots. In your haze, you heard a chair stutter backward. Woo was cumming, thick white ropes coating his fingers. You knew it was him from the way he whimpered. You wished you could see him. Woo was pretty but so much prettier when he came. The mental picture flicked a switch in you. Your walls pulsated, the room spun, and you hit your high. With Hwa and Jongho still alternating in and out of you, in and out, it felt like you stayed at your peak for a second. When you came crashing down, you pressed into them.

Eyes watering, screaming your throat raw, you were perfection. So perfect that Jongho couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucking his hips, he indulged in the spasms you were having along his length. There was a comforting warmth to the way he painted your walls. You collapsed onto his chest, Hwa still working your other hole. Reaching his hand down, he splashed around in your cum soaked opening. “Fuck” he whispered, biting down on his bottom lip as he emptied himself into you. Pressing his chest against your back, he thrust into you until every drop of him was gone.

The three of you lay there, bodies intertwined, for what felt like forever. By the time they dragged themselves back to their seats, you had enough strength to sit up again. With Yunho’s help of course. Rolling over on your side, you drew him in closer to you. Yunho and Mingi exchanged a quick glance. A silent hope that the best friends might have you at once. Your puppy dog eyes stared up at Yunho, confirming that it was alright. You leaned forward, taking as much of Yunho into your throat as you could.

His body nearly folded. The way your mouth wrapped around him, lipstick smeared across your lips, it was everything he dreamt of. Legs still trembling from your orgasm, you felt Mingi plunge into your core from behind. Laying next to you, he kept an arm around your waist. Not to keep you in place, just to hold you. To feel you breathing…shaking…milking his cock. Mingi was the longest and thickest you had so far. Still dripping with the cum of two other men, being this full was maddening.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, Yunho fucked deeper into your throat. Drooling and gagging on his cock, you drank down the salty liquid that coated your throat when he finished. Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away, your head now resting on Mingi’s arm. Mingi leaned over, concerned at how exhausted you seemed. “Do you want me to stop?” “No” you whined, “Please, no”. Reaching his hand around to play with your clit, he did as you said. He kept feeding his cock into your core, grinding hard against your g-spot. The pressure inside of you was building back up again. You were sure if you came again you’d black out. It’d be worth it. “Harder” you whispered. His thrusts became harsh, unforgiving. Anything for you.

Your needy cries set him off without warning, a fresh load of cum flooding your body. Mingi pulled away, his cock still pumping out what couldn’t fit inside of you. You'd been full for so long now that your body hated the emptiness. Your walls clenched at air, needy for the presence of something. Yeosang came to your side, a bottle of water in hand. He helped you lift your head up enough to take a few sips. Lips pouty and arms outstretched, he spun you around so that your legs were dangling off the side of the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he positioned his arms under your thighs. Yeosang lifted you up, settling down in an empty chair. His shaft rested by your clit, the faint twitching of his cock tickling between your lips.

Your head nestled into Yeosang’s neck, you caught Hongjoong’s gaze. “Joongie”. Stopping himself even though he was close to release, he rushed to be next to you. “Where’s my Youngie?” you questioned, eyes scanning the only side of the room you could see. “Here” Woo answered, stroking your hair from the other side. You turned to him, running your fingers along the stiffness that had returned to him. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your tongue around the head of Woo’s cock. And then Joong’s. You leaned your head in further, slobbering on a few inches of Joong. And then did the same to Woo. You alternated back and forth, making sure both men got equal attention. When your mouth was sucking on one, your hand was working the other.

Underneath you, Yeosang was doing the work for you. He lifted you onto his cock, rolling you around in a circular motion. After everything you were still so tight and wet for him. He threw his head back, enjoying the way that you were drenching him. Your breaths were getting shallow again. Your muscles tightened like a tightly pulled rubber band. Joong came in your hand, splashing all over your sleeve as you kept pumping. You quickly switched back to him, sucking him clean until he went soft. When you went back to Woo, your cheeks were filled again. You choked a little, it was too much to take. Woo stumbled backward while Yeosang kissed your sticky lips.

oh my ***

Pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

Summary: Everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. But you don’t just have one, you have…eight?!

w.c. 10.2k

Warnings: fluff, angst, near death experiences, threatening someone wooyoung with a bat, cursing, comfort, reincarnation, i think that’s it?

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