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restraint • seonghwa

you embarrass seonghwa in front of his colleagues.

tags: hard dom!seonghwa, sub!reader. professor seonghwa. this is quite intense. specific warnings below.

word count: 8.3k

warnings: punishment, pet play, humiliation, impact play, mean angry dom!seonghwa, scolding, praise, heavy degradation, mild piss play (reader pisses on the floor), deep throating, gagging, fingering, choking, safeword mention, begging, fucking, sir kink, mild cum play, bdsm dynamics. this is a little gross sorry. the sections with piss are marked so they can be avoided without taking away from the fic.

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You should be at home right now. On a Friday night at 7PM, you should be falling asleep on the couch while waiting for your boyfriend to serve dinner. Or curled up next to him, one hand in his hair while you watch TV. Or kissing him. Or touching him. Or…anything. Anything but this.

But here you are, in a strapless dress and painful black heels, silently observing the laughing gaggle of your boyfriend’s colleagues, dressed to impress for another very important, cannot-be-missed-under-any-circumstances work event.

Your boyfriend, Seonghwa, is on the other side of the room, talking to some girl from his work with a little too much enthusiasm for your liking. Not that you're worried that he’d cheat on you, no, Seonghwa is the single most loyal person you’ve met, and he reminds you of how much he loves you every single day. It’s just that you're not ignorant to how goddamn attractive he is. You're not ignorant to the undeniable fact that wherever they go, there'll be about 15 girls and a couple of guys who would take your place by his side in an instant. You see it in their eyes. See it in the eyes of the girl he’s talking to now.

You don't blame her. He’s easy to fall for, with his soft hands and loud laugh and impossibly brown eyes. And that, of course, is just at first sight. The layered, complex man underneath that perfect exterior is more than enough to rival his more superficial appeals.

The pristine Professor Park, the picture of class, intellect, and pretty much every positive adjective you could possibly think of. Always impeccably dressed, never without a quote from a novel or paper or film, always knowing what to say and how to say it. Just completely and utterly perfect.

And, rumour has it, nothing less than an animal in the bedroom. You both know the tales that are told of him across campus - tales of hickeys hidden beneath turtlenecks, strange noises and suspicious silences from behind the locked door of his office, and of course his insistence that if a certain someone calls his office, no one, under any circumstances, is to ask if they can take a message. That rule, and the incident that had spawned it (and spawned a whole lot more in the privacy of your bedroom), is more than enough to paint a picture of what you definitely heard a student refer to as a ‘love-making beast’.

You swallow a laugh at the thought. If only they knew. If only they fucking knew.

The girl he’s talking to certainly seems keen on finding out. You watch her closely, following her eyes as she looks the man up and down.

Seonghwa says something and the girl giggles, twirling a strand of brown hair round your finger with nothing but heart eyes for the man before her. If Seonghwa is aware of what she’s doing, he doesn’t show it. He just listens to her as she speaks, her soft, admittedly almost velvety voice only just heard above the clash of music and chatter. But he looks slightly bored, which brings you some comfort at least. You catch his eye when he turns away briefly and he frowns at your expression. He excuses himself from his companion and strolling over to you, looking concerned.

“Baby,” he murmurs into your hair, snaking an arm around your waist. “You’re annoyed.”

You relax into his touch, closing your eyes for a second before turning to meet his gaze. You swallow. Even now, as his eyes stare into yours, full of love and concern, his stare is somehow intimidating. Everything about him is, even in his softest moments; the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he touches you is all power and control and dominance, a constant reminder of exactly who’s in charge, exactly who owns you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks softly.

“Nothing,” you say all too quickly.

He raises an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Well. You.”

“Me,” he says with a hum. “What about me?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You flinch at the coldness in your voice, a coldness that clearly doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who stares at you in confusion. You soften slightly, words quiet and as gentle as you can get them right now. “I’m going to get a drink. I just… sorry.”

Seonghwa nods, and, clearly trying to figure out what’s got you so irritated, grabs your arm as you turn to leave, immobilising you.

“Baby,” he says, voice low. “Watch it.”

Then he releases you, shoves you into the crowd and you gulp, ignoring the fire his words had started in your stomach as you weave through the guests crowding the living room. The smell of alcohol is all around you as you approach the kitchen, but right now you're intoxicated on something else entirely. His words echo in your head, emboldened by the dangerous tone with which they’d been spoken and you can’t make yourself think of anything else.

Just three words. Three little words, and you're dizzy. He knows the effect he has on you. Practically feeds off of it.

When you return to the living room, clutching the two bottles of beer you’d retrieved for your and your perfect boyfriend, the girl from before is back next to him. This time, her hand is around his waist.

Your resolve snaps, vision clouded as you, barely aware of yourself, drop the beers to the floor and stride towards the two.

“What the fuck is this?” You seethe, trying and failing to keep your voice at a whisper — by now, the party has all but stopped to watch the much more interesting show unfolding.

Seonghwa mutters your name, tone warning. “Don’t,” he says but you barely hear him, your focus on the woman who has quickly distanced herself from him, face pink.

“I’m sorry,” she starts. “I didn’t know he—”

“Yeah?” You laugh. “Well you do now. Go whore yourself out to another one of your seniors.”

You hear gasps echo around the room, but no one looks more surprised — or angry — than Seonghwa.

You mumble an apology and retreat to the kitchen, more embarrassed than you’ve ever been in your life. You can’t believe you stood and berated someone over a man like you’re a fucking teenager.

You hear the kitchen door open then close and you don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

“What the fuck was that?” Seonghwa hisses.

“Baby, I—”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he snaps. You flinch, caught off guard by his tone and he seems to soften slightly at your surprise, but the anger on his face remains.

“You—” you start, but he cuts you off as if he hasn’t even heard you.

“Explain,” he says. “Now.”

“Seonghwa, please-”

“Now,” he repeats, nearing a yell. “I mean it. You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”

“She was touching you, Seonghwa,” you whine. you reach for his face but he gently slaps your hand away.

“I know she was,” Seonghwa says. “And I was going to deal with that. Until you decided that it was your responsibility, your right, to try and discipline my colleagues.”

“I—”

“No,” he says. “Go and get your coat, we’re going home.”

You nod, mumbling another apology before walking to the cloak room. You sit in there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, and give Seonghwa the chance to do the same, before you walk back to where he is. But when you see him he’s barely moved, and his expression is, dangerously, still the same.

“Are you really angry at me?” You ask softly. You know you’ve fucked up but you’d thought he’d have calmed down enough to not be overly angry. But apparently not.

“Yes,” he says, apparently electing not to sugarcoat the severity of the situation. Not that you were expecting him to; Seonghwa has always been upfront like that, seeing no point in lying to soften the blow. You’ve fucked up and he’s not going to waste time pretending that you haven’t.

He helps you put your coat on, still gentlemanly (for now) but briefly grabs the back of your neck as you fasten it. He stares at you for a second, expression blank before he releases his grip with a scoff.

“I don’t want to fight when we get home,” you say softly.

“We’re not going to fight,” Seonghwa responds.

You blink, caught off guard by his statement. Based on his reaction, you were certain this was going to end in a screaming match. Hopefully one that ends with the best sex you’ve had in weeks, but you don't want to risk the off chance that the night will instead end at a friend’s house if things get messy.

“We’re not?”

“No.” Frowning, Seonghwa turns back to face you. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

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The drive home is silent, Seonghwa clearly too irritated to do anything but focus on the road and you too afraid to speak lest you make it worse for yourself, but the tension between the two, and the lingering threat of whatever the hell Seonghwa has planned for you when you get home, is louder than anything either of you could say. It’s everywhere; in his body language, written on his face and in the intensity of the gaze that he never moves from the road. It’s in the way his hand grips your thigh, normally gentle touches suddenly rough, hard, a vessel through which he channels the anger that cannot wait until you get home to be released.

What’s he going to do today? At the party he’d promised punishment, but that could mean any number of things. you try to recall the previous punishments you’ve faced at his hands, browsing through memories to try and figure out which one he might choose today. That’s if you're lucky (or unlucky) enough to receive only one.

He’s fucked your mouth a few times, but once he caught onto how much you enjoyed it it became a less frequent punishment. Humiliation is common - you shudder at the memory of his smug smile as you’d walked around the rooftop garden of your shared apartment, completely naked save for the collar you wore only when he felt you needed reminding of who you belonged to. Or when he’d suddenly revoked furniture privileges, demanding you kneel on the floor as he ate, watched TV, slept. A shudder runs down your spine at the thought, but as you consider it more you realise that Seonghwa is most likely too angry to choose something like that today. That’s for when you've been teasing him, toying with him, for when the punishment is as much a form of fun as it is discipline. But today, you can tell you’ve pushed him beyond that. He’s properly, dangerously angry, and he needs release. He needs to show you who’s in charge, and exactly what happens when you disobey him.

What the fuck is he going to do to you?

Looking back out the window, you realise you’re pulling into your street, and as the car starts to slow you feel your heart begin to race in anticipation, the sound of it echoing in your skull with a similar intensity to the fear that fills your body when the car stops and Seonghwa turns off the engine.

“Get out,” he says, leaving no room for conversation or argument.

You huff but comply, dragging yourself towards your building and up the steps. Your steps are small and slow, an attempt to delay the punishment that surely awaits, but your plan doesn’t escape Seonghwa and he shoves you towards the door with a low chuckle.

“Not gonna work, baby. Faster.”

You curse every God that could possibly exist when you see the elevator is already waiting for you, as if Seonghwa had somehow called ahead to ensure that every effort would be made to speed up your punishment. Seonghwa says nothing as you step in and press the button of your floor, and though you dread the thought of what’s going through his head, you almost wish he would say something. Just so you could get an idea of how angry he is.

As if he’d read your mind, he speaks. “Just so you know,” he says, and the tone alone tells you more than enough, “If I were less opposed to the idea of being arrested, I’d belt your ass black and blue right here in this elevator.”

Your jaw drops. “Oh.” Belting is rare. He’s done it a few times, of course, but it’s generally reserved for your very worst behaviour. Surely you haven't been that bad tonight. Have you?

“But I’m not going to belt you tonight,” he says, placing a hand on your lower back as you exit the elevator. “Unless you decide to be even more of a brat. It’s just that what I have planned would be… well, as disgusting as I am, doing that in an elevator is a line I still won’t cross.”

Okay, he definitely has some sick shit planned for you. Probably something illegal.

Your heart quickens as you turn the corner, bringing your apartment into view. You feel Seonghwa tense next to you as you walk and turn your head, quickly sneaking a look at his face. Fuck. You know that look. Eyes dark and scheming. Lips curled into a small smile. Eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. This is not Seonghwa, your sweet, caring boyfriend who makes you breakfast in bed and looks at you like you have the world in your eyes. This is Seonghwa, your dominant, whose every move oozes power and control, who uses and abuses you however, whenever he wants.

Who can do anything he wants to you and knows it.

You are so fucked.

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“Look at this.”

His words are soft, arousal filled as he takes in the sight before him. And what a sight it must be.

You stand in the middle of the living room, sleek black collar the only thing covering your otherwise naked body. The word carved into the inside is an ever-present and all too familiar feeling on your neck. The burn of humiliation as you’d watched Seonghwa put it on you, pausing to point out the engraving, still lingers within you as it presses into your tender skin. Slut.

You’re cold and uncomfortable and you feel completely humiliated. Seonghwa, on the other hand, appears entirely at bliss, lounging comfortably on the couch and sipping a glass of red wine as his eyes roam your naked body. Despite you being too nervous, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, you feel his eyes on you, examining you as though you were a priceless work of art rather than the girl he’d stripped and abandoned in the middle of his living room.

Your hands are raised above your head, at his orders of course, making it impossible for you to cover your breasts, to cover the nipples that have hardened as a result of the air conditioning, which you have no doubt he had turned up to full on purpose.

Seonghwa takes another sip of his wine, a small smile on his face, then speaks. “Enjoying yourself?”

You huffs. “You know I’m not, Seonghwa.”

Forgetting yourself, you almost slap your hand across your mouth. What the fuck did you just say? That’s not his fucking name.

“What was that?” He asks coolly.

“I’m sorry, sir, I meant sir, I promise.” You start to trip over your words in your panic, but Seonghwa gets the message.

“Much better. I’m really not in the mood to put you over my knee tonight, my dear, as much as I think you expected me to.”

You almost miss the smile that flickers across his face at your reaction. You’re so transparent.

The smile disappears, replaced with the straight, unreadable expression from before. “You do know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” He asks.

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“Tell me,” he says, leaning forwards in his seat. “Tell me what you did.”

“I insulted that girl,” you say. “And I embarrassed you in front of everyone.”

He shakes his head, unsatisfied. “Not just a girl. A colleague. A new colleague. Are you trying to tarnish my reputation?”

“What?” You say before you can stop yourself. Seonghwa raises an eyebrow. You correct yourself. “No, sir, of course not.”

“Yet there you were,” he says. “Humiliating me in front of my colleagues, disobeying my orders in public while they look on. Where are your manners, pet?”

You bite your lip, almost whining at the mention of that nickname. Dirty move.

“I’m sorry, sir. I was annoyed.”

“You made a fool out of me,” Seonghwa says. “As your boyfriend, and as your dominant.”

You hang your head, ashamed. Now that your head is clearer you feel his words even deeper. He’s right. Seonghwa has never cared for others' opinions on your relationship. It’s only his professional reputation — the thing that puts food on the table and keeps the cupboard stuffed with toys — that he cares about. And you should have known better than to risk it like that.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“I know you are,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have to punish you. You know I do, sweetheart. It’s how you learn.”

There's no anger in his voice now. Just disappointment. And you fucking hate it. Hate it when you let him down, hate the sadness in his eyes when he watches your misbehave, watches you ignore his rules and lessons and guidance, everything he’d created for your benefit, your protection, you. Everything you so easily disregarded for the sake of a jealous rant. Fuck. You’ve fucked up.

A twinge of guilt pulls at you and you nod demurely. If you’ve ever deserved to be punished, you deserve it now.

“I understand, sir.”

“There we are,” he smiles. “It’s so much easier when you behave, isn't it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He nods, satisfied. “Good,” he says. “Keep this obedience up and it’ll be a lot better for you.”

He leans back, keeping his eyes on you as you stand there. After a few minutes confusion overtakes you and you shyly speak.

“Sir, are we— are you going to make me do anything else?” You ask, still baffled by the mildness of the punishment.

“That depends on your behaviour,” Seonghwa responds. “If you decide to be good, there'll be no more punishment. If not…” he pauses, leans back in his seat without shifting his gaze from you. He reaches for his belt, finger tracing the black leather. His hand twitches as it crosses the buckle and the slight smile on his face suggests that the memories of the belt impacting your ass are just as present in his mind as they are in yours. “This is still on the table.”

“Oh,” you say.

He stares for a moment then smiles, tilting his head almost cutely. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Huh?” You frown, confused. You’re not sure what exactly you’re supposed to be getting, so you guess he’s right. Whatever ‘it’ is, you don’t get it.

He laughs slightly, shaking his head like you’re missing something obvious. “No matter, then,” he says, “just stay like this. No moving.”

You nod and do as he says, wanting to be good now. Seconds stretch into minutes which pass by like hours, but still nothing happens. You stand in position and Seonghwa watches you, slowly making his way through a glass of wine that you too could really use right now. His gaze is sharp but not particularly interested, more like he’s monitoring you than watching you. Which you guess is accurate; in a way that’s what he’s doing, monitoring you and your punishment, looking for any signs of you faltering or disobeying, or more importantly, for any signs that you’re reaching your limit. But you’re not reaching your limit. You’re not doing anything.

Eventually Seonghwa gets bored and, apparently, is satisfied that you’re being obedient enough for him to pick up a book next to him. You recognise it as one he’s mentioned wanting to start; something Greek, you think. You watch as he reads; his brows are furrowed slightly as the small amount of alcohol he’s consumed has made it slightly harder to focus. After a while you feel the familiar feeling of discomfort and shyly speak up. “Sir?”

Seonghwa hums, not lifting his gaze from his book.

“I— I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Then go,” he says, still not looking up.

Brevity is the soul of wit, they say. You linger for a second, unsure of yourself, then start to walk. You barely make it two steps before Seonghwa’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Who told you to move?”

‘What?’ you think. Of course you’re going to move. How else are you supposed to— oh. Oh. The realisation of what he’s suggesting, commanding, almost knocks you off your feet. Holy shit. “Sir, I don’t— are you kidding?” you splutter.

Seonghwa says nothing, the words does it look like I’m fucking kidding? written across his blank face. Bastard.

“You’ve lost the privilege of using the facilities of this house.” He says it so seriously, so formally that he seems like a businessman closing a deal rather than a man directing his girlfriend to piss on the living room floor.

You have no idea what to say, what to think, how to react to his request— no, not request. Seonghwa doesn’t make requests. This is nothing less than an order. “Sir, I—”

“That privilege,” he continues, “is for good girls. And you have not been good. So you can piss on the floor like a dog.”

You baulk. Holy shit. He’s actually serious. That… is beyond anything you’ve ever done. Or discussed. Is he actually going to make you do this? Do you even want this? Sure, you love when he treats you like an animal, when he humiliates and degrades you until the only thing on your mind is being fucked, but this is something else. You can’t do this. Can you?

“If you’re not comfortable,” Seonghwa says, “You can safeword. I won’t be angry. But I don’t think you want to, do you?”

Fuck. The safeword hadn’t even crossed your mind. You’re unsure about this, of course you are — it’s new and unclear and beyond anything you’ve ever even considered — but the idea of using your safeword, of ending all this, never seeing where it would go, what would happen, had never even occurred to you. Maybe you do want this. To piss on the floor while Seonghwa watches, to feel the burn of humiliation that he’s made sure is painfully familiar. To feel like the animal you become only for him. Because of him.

You speak quietly, voice barely a whisper, and the words send a rush of humiliation down your spine.

“I don’t, sir.”

Seonghwa smiles. “Good girl.” He leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving your reddening face. The book is closed on his lap now, and he takes a small sip of his wine as he waits for you to begin.

You have no idea what to do. Well, you know what you have to do, you have to piss on the floor while your boyfriend watches, but how do you… do you just start? Do you just stand there and piss?

He watches you silently, blank face a contrast to impatient eyes and you shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. You wouldn’t dare ask him to turn away while you does it — it would kind of defeat the point, anyway, and you don’t want to know how he’d react to you resisting punishment — but the knowledge that Seonghwa — tall, strong, domineering Seonghwa who’d been the apple of so many eyes at the party — is about to watch your piss on the floor, ass naked, like some sort of animal, does nothing for your pride. Not that Seonghwa allows you much of it, anyway.

“I’m not a patient man, you know,” he says. “So I’d advise you to hurry up.”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, it’s just— how can we— how will we even clean it up?” You splutter, unable to select just one of the millions of questions burning in your mind.

“That is none of your concern,” Seonghwa answers with a smile. “All you have to do is be a good little girl and piss on the floor like you’ve been told to.”

You nod but don’t move, still not quite able to force yourself to do it.

“Don’t act like this is beneath you,” Seonghwa says. “I know you. I know you’re just a dog built for the sole purpose of taking my dick, and it’s about time I treated you like one. So piss on the fucking floor before I think of another way to punish you.”

Shit. Okay. You can do this. you just have to— fuck...

“Whatever’s making you hesitate, let go of it,” Seonghwa says, leaning forward. “You don’t seem to know your place. I do. So let go.”

“Sir,” you whisper.

“Let go,” Seonghwa repeats. “I won’t say it again.”

—

[STARTS HERE]

—

Eventually you manage. You close your eyes, trying to shut out your surroundings and it works. You feel it start, trickling down your legs and you flush crimson. You want to die.

“Look at you,” Seonghwa spits. “You’re filthy.”

“Fuck, Seonghwa, I—”

It keeps going, trickling down your legs and pooling around your feet and it’s disgusting. You feel disgusting. Not to mention how humiliating it is to be ass naked while your boyfriend still has his fucking shoes on.

But that same humiliation twists in your gut, colliding with your arousal and the emotions crash into each other like waves against a rock, eating away at you, wearing you down so slowly you doesn’t realise it until it’s too late and you’re drowning in it and the only thing you want to do is fall to your knees in pure worship.

You cry out, overcome by the millions of sensations that explode in your body and mind like fireworks. Who knew pissing could be so… this?

“Dirty bitch, aren’t you?” Seonghwa says. “Pissing on the floor like a fucking animal.”

“I- fuck, sir- I am.”

“What are you, baby?” Seonghwa asks. “Say it. Tell me what you are.”

“An animal, sir,” you say between gasps. “I’m your animal.”

“That you are. And such a good one, darling. Are we done?”

Unable to form any sound resembling a word, you nod. Seonghwa gives a proud smile and rises from the couch, discarding the glass of wine on the side table. He doesn’t approach you. Just stands there.

“I would come closer,” he says, “but I don’t want to step in your mess.”

You say nothing, just turn your gaze towards the mess he speaks of with such disgust. It’s disgusting, you're aware of that. You both are. It’s disgusting to stare at your own piss on the living room floor while your boyfriend degrades you, and you’ve never felt so humiliated, so embarrassed, so ashamed. But you’s also never been this fucking horny.

“Well? Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Seonghwa asks, slowly inching towards you. He scoffs. “Stupid dog. Can’t think of anything but getting fucked, can you?”

“Sir,” you almost scream, “Sir, please, fucking hell, please.”

“Please what, darling?” He asks, cocking his head. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t— fuck sir.”

Seonghwa chuckles, amused eyes looking you up and down. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already a fucking mess. Come here.”

You blank for a second while your clouded mind processes his words then move to walk towards him, but you’re stopped in your tracks by Seonghwa’s noise of disapproval. “That won’t do,” he says.

“What?”

“I don’t think you’ve earned the right to walk. Crawl.”

You pussy throbs at the command and you swallow, cheeks flushed as you get down on all fours. In a pool of your own piss. Holy shit.

You go slowly, one hand after the other and you feel absolutely fucking vile. You can’t believe you're doing this and some part of you doesn’t want to believe it, but you can’t bring yourself to give a shit. You’ve never needed your boyfriend, his dick, more in your entire life than you do right now. And based on the dent in Seonghwa’s dress pants as he sits back down on the couch, and the sweat that’s already building on his face, the feeling is mutual.

You crawl to his feet, stilling when he places a firm hand in your hair and pulls your face towards his crotch. “Good girl,” he hums, then lifts your face and pulls it towards him, forcing eye contact. “What a good dog I have.”

“Fuck. Sir,” you whisper.

“I’m here, pup. But you aren’t quite forgiven yet.”

He hands you wet cloth you didn’t know he had, instructing you to dry your hands and you do. “Stand,” he orders.

With shaking legs to stand up and he takes the cloth, using it to run up and down your legs until you’re clean. He scrubs you harshly, until your shins are red and irritated, before he drops the cloth and orders he back down to your knees.

—

[ENDS HERE]

—

“I think you need some reminding of who you belong to,” he says. “Open your mouth.”

Hesitantly you obey him, watching as he pulls his dick out of his pants. Even now, you’re always a little surprised by the size. He doesn’t give you any time to speak, shoving his dick into your mouth without warning. You choke at first, surprised by the intrusion but you quickly get used to it His dick is thick and wet and you devour it; lick it, suck it, gag on it, let Seonghwa force it down your throat over and over until it’s the only thing you feel, the only thing you want, the only thing you can think about. Seonghwa grunts and moans, gives rough praises that you can’t comprehend. He grabs the back of your head, pushing you further down onto his dick and he smiles.

“You don’t really need to breathe, do you?”

He doesn’t give you time to react before he forces himself even further into your throat and it burns, burns in the most delicious fucking way and you love it, love the way he thrusts into your throat with no mercy, no concern for you or your comfort. This is about his pleasure and his only. Right now, you exist solely to serve him, to serve his dick and you fucking love it.

“That’s it,” he groans.

He thrusts into your again and it fucking hurts but the scream you let out is muffled by his dick, drowned out by his loud, pleasured groans.

You rise off your knees, trying to get closer to him, to take more of him in your mouth, but he pushes you back down.

“No fucking moving, dog. Remember your place,” he says. “Remember who’s in charge here.”

You say nothing, paying no attention to his words as you lean forward again and force him down your throat. you don’t care who’s in charge. Don’t care about following his orders or respecting his authority. You need him. All of him.

But instead of giving you what you want, he pushes you off his dick and slaps you across the face.

You gasp at the impact, lifting a hand to your stinging cheek with a moan of pain. Seonghwa gives you a second to recover before he slaps you again, just as hard on the other cheek and you scream.

“Greedy bitch,” he spits. “Are you that fucking desperate?”

“Sir,” you whine, still clutching your stinging cheeks. “Ow, sir, please.”

“Quiet,” he says. “I don’t want another word out of you. All I want you to do is be a good little mutt and suck my dick exactly how I tell you to. Am I clear?”

“But sir, I want—”

He grabs a fistful of hair, pulling your face towards his. “I don’t care,” he says lowly, “what you want. You are nothing to me. Now tell me. Am I clear?”

You say nothing, just give a small whine and Seonghwa’s grip in your hair tightens, a small sneer on his lips.

“Cat got your tongue?” He asks mockingly.

You turn away, biting your lip. Seonghwa chuckles, hand still in your hair, and pulls you back to face him. Your tear filled eyes stare into his and he gives a small smile.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. “But so worthless.”

“Sir,” you breathe.

“And so polite,” he praises. “Too little too late, though, unfortunately.”

“I know, sir.”

“I’m sure you do. But it’s too late,” he says, shaking his head. “So here's what’s going to happen.”

You perk up, ready to listen. Seonghwa smiles for a moment, almost fond.

“You’re going to do everything I say,” he says. “When I say it. Starting with this.”

He grabs you again, pulls you towards him with a groan and shoves his dick back into your mouth without warning. You choke, caught off guard and you almost fall back but Seonghwa’s grip in your hair is strong; it forces you to sit upright, forces his dick further and further into your mouth — further than what you’d tried and failed to take minutes earlier and it’s almost too much. You whine and moan and scream around his dick but he ignores you, presses on as if you were nothing to him and you fucking love it. This is what you needed.

Seonghwa sighs contentedly. “You’re so much prettier with your mouth full,” he says.

As usual, his words go right to your stomach and he seems to notice, for he chuckles slightly before giving a quick thrust into your mouth. You take it all, letting him thrust in again and again with no regard for your or your pleasure. Just using you, carelessly like a toy.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, baby. Take it.”

You whine but nod, letting him thrust in and out as he pleases.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he says matter-of-factly. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop. Aren’t you?”

Too preoccupied with the dick in your mouth, you just groan. Seonghwa, of course, gets the message. “Good. Because if you don’t,” he says, “I will make you wish you’d never met me.”

His voice is sweet but the words send a shiver down your spine. You have no doubt that he would follow through on his promise should he deem it necessary. And as much as you love pushing him, seeing how he reacts; love being on the other end of him at his very worst, you're not in the mood for that now. Right now, you just want to be fucked. And you're going to do everything you can to make it happen.

He thrusts again, a soft groan escaping his lips and you lean into it, taking everything he gives you until he comes with a groan, unloading into your mouth. You swallow it all, careful not to miss a drop as he watches you with dark eyes. When he’s done he pulls out, grabbing the back of your hair and pulling your face towards his cock.

“Lick it clean,” he says.

You obey, licking every inch of his cock until it’s as good as new.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your groan, rubbing your head against Seonghwa’s legs and he runs a gentle hand through your hair. “Took that so well, baby. Gonna fuck you soon.”

Oh thank God. “Please,” you cry and Seonghwa chuckles.

The hand in your hair suddenly turns rough and then it’s pulling you from where you kneel and up towards Seonghwa, until you stand on unsure feet, staring right into his dark, blazing eyes.

“Be a good girl for me, will you?”

Before you can react, he’s dragged you to the edge of the couch and shoved you forward. You blush — as if you have any shame left in you — and settle into the familiar position. Bent over the couch. Exactly where he wants you. Exactly where you belong.

You feel his presence behind you, feel his stare on your back as you adjust to the new position, and it feels exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time safe and secure. He’s silent, but his heavy breathing shows he wants you just as much as you want, need, crave him. But he doesn’t move. You know what he’s doing. He’s waiting. Waiting for you to be ready. Waiting for the right moment to take what he wants.

When the moment comes, he doesn’t hesitate. He pounces, like a predator ready to devour its prey. And right now, that’s exactly what he is.

A firm hand presses into your back, immobilising you. His other hand traces your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to your pussy and you clench around his hand, already dripping.

“What to do with you?” He mumbles.

“You know what I want,” you mutter.

Seonghwa laughs and presses a finger to your pussy. He makes a noise of surprise when he finds you already wet and pulls away slightly. You whine at the loss and his hand returns, but this time, he doesn’t waste a second before slipping a finger in. You gasp, kneeling further forward and he chuckles.

“Do I?”

“Fuck me, Seonghwa,” you says. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Seonghwa stills behind you and you can see the smile forming on his face. You know him well enough to know that what he does next is going to be nothing less than torture.

“Anything, huh?” He asks, voice playful and almost dangerous.

You squirm, almost wanting to take it back. It’s true, you nothing but to be fucked. But something about the tone of his voice, the way he says those dangerous words, has you curious. He’s already taken you further than you’ve ever gone tonight and you’re unsure how much you can handle. But he’s also never been hotter than this and you want him, need him inside you. Filling you to the brim.

“Anything, sir.”

“Oh, dear,” he says. “Surely by now you’d know better than to say things like that.”

“I should,” you whisper. “But you know I don’t.”

“Yes I do,” Seonghwa says. “I also know that as soon as I get my dick out you lose the ability to think. Isn’t that right?”

You nod, so desperate to get fucked that you eagerly agrees with his degredations. He laughs softly, amused by your unravelled state.

“Mhm. All you can think about is my dick. How it would feel inside you.” He presses a second finger to your pussy, lets it linger for a second before slipping it inside and you gasp at the feeling. “How it would fuck you. That’s all sluts like you think about, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, sir,” you moan.

Seonghwa chuckles, pulling your head back and planting a soft kiss to the top. “Oh, I know, baby,” he whispers. “Gonna put another one in now. And you’re gonna take it like a good little slut should be trained to do.”

The third finger slides in before you can respond and you choke, lurching forward. He tuts, pressing down on your hip to keep you in place.

“Nice and still for me, baby,” he says. “Just like I’ve taught you.”

You do your best, lying limp in place as he pumps in and out of you. A million sensations fill you at once and you eventually start to squirm, unable to keep them inside. Seonghwa notices, pausing to lean over you to whisper in your ear.

“When do you come, baby?” He asks.

“When you— fuck, sir.” You throw your head back when he hits your spot with particular precision and Seonghwa grabs your hair, tugging your head back to meet his gaze.

“I’ll ask you again,” he says darkly. “When do you come?”

You moan, writhing slightly in place. “When you say so.”

“When I say so,” he says, satisfied. “And not a moment before. Clench it.”

You squeak, doing your best to tighten yourself around his thick fingers while they continue to pump in and out of you at a punishing pace. You feel his eyes on your pussy and he lets out an affected-sounding noise as you clench around him. “I have no fucking idea,” he grunts, “how you’re still so fucking tight after all this time.”

You groan, voice strangled now as you feel yourself hurtling towards a climax. You’re in no position to respond to him now, not verbally at least, and he recognises that, laughing softly. “God, baby,” he groans. He keeps up his pace, unwavering as he opens you up — in, out, in, out without a break. “I could stretch you out all day and I’d still need to do it again ever. Damn. Time.” He emphasises each word with his fingers and it’s almost too much.

He notices, pressing his other hand down on your back, holding you still against the arm of the couch. “No coming,” he grunts. “Not yet.”

You nod through tears, the only word you can form is his name; over and over again like a prayer. He slows down slightly, letting you breathe and softly asking you for your colour — green, of course, without hesitation — before he starts up again. He eases you back into it but wastes little time, and soon you’re back where you were, hurtling uncontrollably towards your orgasm.

He recognises the signs, observant as ever but lets you suffer for a few more minutes, pushing you to the brink before abruptly pulling his fingers out, leaving you empty and dripping beneath him. You must look pathetic, but you know he loves it. You love it too.

With the strength you have left you turn your head to see your boyfriend standing tall behind you, eyes fixed on you. He keeps eye contact as he inserts each of his soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking the juice off of them one by one. Seonghwa’s always loved the way you taste and as time goes on he’s only gotten more addicted. It's his favourite place to be; kneeling between your legs, each of his hands forcing your thighs apart with his mouth latched onto your pussy, tasting every part of it. He can — and does — stay there for hours. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that tonight he has no such plans.

“It’s so good, baby,” he grins. “Know what you taste like?”

You shake your head and he laughs. He walks closer to you, leaning down to reach your level where you’re still awkwardly bent over the couch. There’s a cocky yet admiring lilt in his voice when he speaks. “Like a slut.”

You make a guttural noise, embarrassed, aroused and proud and he laughs. “Do you want a taste?” He asks.

You nod fervently and he runs his other hand through your hair and down to lightly grip the back of your neck. “Easy, baby,” he says, “you can have it.”

He slips a finger back into you, more carefully this time and it slides in easily with a humiliating squelch. He moves it around inside you, collecting your juices on his finger before pulling it out and feeding it into your mouth. He’s right, you taste good, and you suck on his finger until it’s clean. “Mmm,” he says, “that’s a good slut.”

He pulls his finger out of your mouth with a pop, wiping it down on his black dress pants. He pats your ass, tinged pink from the slaps he’d leisurely rained down on it throughout the evening. “Up,” he says.

You stand on shaking legs, faltering at first but Seonghwa quickly grabs your arms, steadying you and not letting go until he’s certain you can stand independently. He sees the dazed look in your eyes, like you’re in a haze, and smiles. “You’ve been good today,” he says softly. “Well, some of today.”

You smile shyly, avoiding his eyes. “Thank you sir.”

“Look at me,” he says and you look up, meeting his now almost fiery gaze. “You want my dick?”

You exhale, nodding excitedly and he smiles. “And where do you want it, exactly?”

“Sir,” you whine. You know he knows; he’s just furthering your torture as he always does. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Where, pet?” He repeats.

You whine quietly, hanging your head. “My pussy, sir,” you mumble.

He reaches his hand down to cup your pussy and you push into it. His fingers start to move, gently stroking it back and forth and feeling your slick on his fingers, until he pulls away. “Still wet,” he mutters.

You flush, casting your eyes down as you shrug. He smiles, brushing his wet fingers across your lips. He eases them in to let you lick them clean before pulling away. “Get on the couch,” he says, “stick your ass.”

You perk up, squeaking out a ‘yes sir’ before scrambling into position. Seonghwa watches you with an amused expression before taking his place behind you. He pulls his dick out, slapping it against your ass cheeks before he pulls them apart and settles so his dick is pressed against your pussy, soaking up the juices but not quite going in. You whine, wriggling desperately to try and get some friction but he slaps you ass, stilling you. “Don’t be desperate,” he says.

You nod, resting your head on the back of the couch and trying to seem patient. He takes his sweet time, teasing your pussy with his fingers and cock before he finally plunges it in.

Your wetness makes it easier but his size means getting used to him is always a challenge. You feel the stretch as he goes in deeper, just slight enough to be pleasant. It doesn’t take him long to ease all the way in and his dick presses against your spot deliciously. You moan loudly, a guttural sound, and he grabs your hair. He doesn’t speak as he starts to move, focusing on his thrusts as they gradually increase in speed and power until he’s pounding you. Each time he slams into you it makes your whole body shake, moving uncontrollably in tandem with him. You groan, scream and cry as it gets more and more intense and he grunts, only spurred to go faster. After an evening of teasing you know you won’t be able to take this for long and he seems to feel the same. He grunts, shouts and splutters with each movement, losing control of himself the longer he’s in you, the more of a mess you become.

“S-Seonghwa!” You shout, gripping the back of the couch so hard your knuckles turn white.

“F-fuck, I got you,” Seonghwa says. “I got you, my girl.”

You cry out, throwing your head back with lips parted in pleasure. There’s nothing now except you and Seonghwa, the expert blend of pain and pleasure only he can provide you and it’s pure bliss. You could stay like this forever; used and abused and adored by him in whichever way he pleases. And so could he.

He’s relentless as he slams into your cervix again and again and soon it starts to get too much. You feel the tears start to prickle at your eyes and you sniffle, crying louder. He notices, pressing a wet, desperate kiss to your lips as he speeds up. “Take it,” he grunts. “Take it for me, puppy. Make me proud.”

You nod through tears, gritting your teeth as he keeps going. You do your best to stay still, only moving when he makes you, and he presses kisses to the back of your head and neck as he goes.

Eventually you feel him at his edge, on the verge of orgasm and you gather your strength to push back, fucking back into him. As you do so you clench your walls around him, squeezing his cock and he shouts. He lasts a few more thrusts, making them as brutal and pleasurable as possible, before he comes with a yell, unloading inside you. You take it all, though it feels more than usually, and he fucks you through it with grunted praises that you can’t quite decipher. He stays still inside you for a minute or so, pressing kisses down your back before he starts to pull out.

“Keep it in,” he says. When his dick finally pulls out completely

You feel his come start to spill out of you, trickling down your thighs and you whine. Seonghwa tuts. He uses two fingers to gather the cum that’s trickling out of you and pushes it back in. The feeling of his fingers in your pussy again makes you gasp as he kisses your back.

“Come on,” he mutters. He wraps his arms around your body, still kneeling in the position he’d left you, and pulls you into his arms. He takes a seat on the couch and settles you in his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he starts to rock you back and forth.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “That was incredible, baby.”

“Seonghwa,” you mutter, still fucked out and exhausted.

He chuckles, kissing your head. “Seonghwa’s right here, honey. I’m not leaving.”

He speaks low and gently to you as he rocks you and it’s peaceful and perfect. Soon he notices your eyes drooping, lulled to sleep by his voice and he smiles. “Goodnight, baby.”

He thinks you’ve learned your lesson.

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off the trigger • seonghwa

the risk doesn’t need to be real.

warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, gun play, mild fear play, deepthroating, mouth fucking, degradation

word count: 1k

“Open.”

You shudder, from the cold air on your naked skin and the coolness of his voice. From your knees you stare up at your boyfriend, gazing you down with narrowed eyes. Your eyes are fixed on his hands where they hang casually at his side; in one of them, he twirls a small pistol around in his grip.

“Open,” he repeats.

You bite your lip, staring at him nervously before you start to obey, parting your lips slowly. He steps towards you so he’s fully towering over you, completely dwarfing you. He shoves two fingers in your mouth unceremoniously, using his grip to pull your mouth open further. He explores your open mouth with his fingers, inspecting it closely with dark eyes. You whine, drooling slightly and squirm in position. With his other hand he slaps you lightly across the face; a warning rather than a punishment.

“Don’t squirm,” he mutters. “I’m trying to do something here.”

You nod as much as you can in your position and he smiles, pulling his fingers out. He wipes them down before gently cupping your face with the other hand. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

You nod. “Yes, Hwa.”

He smiles, pinching your cheek before he lifts the gun. He briefly points it at your face before slipping it between your lips and into your mouth. You choke, surprised by the action but you quickly get used to its presence. You let it sit on your tongue, lips wrapped around it, unsure of what to do. He smiles.

“Good baby,” he says. “You’re gonna suck on this gun like it’s my dick, okay?”

His words hit you in the stomach; you feel them twist in your gut and you moan. He cocks an eyebrow, waiting for you to obey him and you slowly and uncertainly start to suck.

True to his orders, you try to treat it like his dick; suckling and swirling your tongue over the barrel just how he likes it. He watches you with hooded eyes, affected by your efforts, and the image of you, naked on your knees, sucking and choking on a gun just because he told you to.

He starts to move it in and out, not as hard as he would his dick but it still makes you gag. You moan, closing your eyes in concentration as he fucks your mouth with the pistol.

It’s an insane display, but after a while your jaw starts to hurt; you’ve scraped your teeth a few times on the hard steel and the barrel is a thick, unmoldable intrusion. Though you keep up your efforts, desperate to please, he notices.

“Enough,” he says.

He pulls the gun out of your mouth and a string of saliva follows, the barrel coated in your drool. He scoffs, wiping it down against his pants. “Disgusting,” he mutters, but he’s smiling slightly.

You flush deeper, whining in embarrassment but he ignores you. He puts the gun on the table, turning back to you.

“Clearly you can throat a pistol like a bitch,” he says. “Let’s see if you can do the same to me.”

He pulls his dick out, not wasting a moment before forcing it into your mouth. You choke, having no time to adjust before he starts to move; slow but deep thrusts which quickly speed up until he’s fucking your mouth mercilessly. You do your best to take it, letting your jaw hang as wide as possible and using your tongue to increase his pleasure but it’s certainly a challenge. You’re a good girl, though, his good girl, so you take it all.

He moans and grunts, your favourite sounds, as you continue. He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding it tight in his hand and using it to guide your head up and down. You gag and choke happily, like you were born for it and he stares down at you in awe.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You love this, don’t you? You love getting your mouth used like this.”

You nod, crying out a ‘yes’ that’s muffled by the thick cock in your mouth. He chuckles, tugging on your hair a bit with a smile.

“You’re the most pathetic little slut I’ve ever met,” he laughs. “You’ll do anything I tell you to, won’t you? You’ll like anything I tell you you like.”

You moan, nodding and he laughs. He speeds up again, hitting the back of your throat with faster, deeper thrusts. He throws his head back, crying out as you do your best to keep up with him. As you feel his orgasm approaching, you feel the coolness of metal against your temple. You don’t need to look to gather what he’s doing; the feeling of his gun held against your head is a familiar but terrifying one. It’s another way for him to play with you, to see the fear in your eyes and remind the both of you of just how much he could do to you.

His hand is nowhere near the trigger; it doesn’t need to be. Just the lingering presence of the metal barrel against your head keeps you still and submissive and eager to please. He fucks in and out of you without regard or care for your pleasure and you accept it eagerly. You chase those sounds of pleasure like it’s your own orgasm; desperate and hungry for it as you do your best to service him the way he likes.

His grunts by now have turned into almost whimpers, soft desperate sounds as you throat him with expert precision. “Oh— fuck,” he cries. His grip on your hair tights, pulling your head back and forth to push his cock further into your throat.

He slows his pace slightly, letting you breathe and giving him a brief rest to stare down at you, still sucking dutifully at his cock as it slips in and out of your mouth.

He shakes his head and starts to speed up again. “You know normal people don’t like this, right?” He asks. “If you held a gun to their head they’d get scared and turned off. But you just get wet and suck harder, don’t you?”

You whine and he laughs, speeding up again. This time his orgasm comes quickly and without warning; before you can anticipate it he’s unloading in your mouth. He keeps thrusting through his organs, grunting and yelling as you fill up.

He pulls it out, dropping the gun on the floor next to you, and pats your head as you swallow.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he laughs. “Good girl.”

treatment plan • seonghwa

seonghwa’s not your average therapist. neither are his methods.

warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, psychologist au, doctor x patient, unethical psychologist park seonghwa, like i can’t stress how fired he’d be if this happened irl, pretty iffy abuse of power but verbal consent (though irl that doesn’t make it ok ofc), fingering, talks of reward and punishment, part 2 may come eventually. don’t like, don’t read. i’m not responsible for your triggers and hate will be blocked.

word count: 3.1k

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When your old therapist had told you she would be moving to another hospital, it seemed like the end of the world, especially given that one of your main reasons for being there was your fear of abandonment. But laying eyes on her replacement for the first time has part of you wishing she’d abandoned you even sooner.

There’s no denying, the man is gorgeous — tall with dark eyes and perfect, flawless skin that you ache to feel on yours — and he seems to know it, too, by the way he sits in his chair like a throne, legs spread comfortably, back slouched. But as attractive as he is, he’s your therapist, and a good one at that; though you as the client would have less at stake than him when it comes to unprofessional relationships, your first session reveals to you that he’s actually very good, maybe even better than the woman you had before, and you get the sense he could actually help you. He’s attentive and calm and right from the start seems genuinely interested in your well-being. You feel at ease with him, and though focused and professional, he seems at ease with you too. Maybe that’s how he is with all his patients, but it hurts no one to do a bit of wishful thinking about the way he looked at you when you introduced yourself for the first time.

Even now, as he rattles on about your issues and problems and all the other reasons you’re here, he has you hanging on his every word. Maybe it’s his voice, deep but with a lightness that makes him sound perpetually amused, or the way he holds eye contact with you when he speaks. But whatever it is, you know you’re going to work very well together indeed.

“With Dr. Campbell, you mainly focused on your fear of abandonment, childhood trauma and…” he pauses, staring blankly at the thick file and you stifle a laugh because you know exactly what he’s looking at. “Well, she called it Daddy issues,” he says. “Can I assume that was your… phraseology?”

“You can,” you grin and you think you almost catch him smiling too. “I like to use simpler terms for things. Make it less clinical.”

He frowns slightly, staring up at you through his glasses before scribbling something down in his notebook. “You don’t like things clinical?”

“I don’t,” you say. “I just can’t open up properly if I feel like a patient, like I’m sick. That’s why I chose this place.” You gesture vaguely at your surroundings — wall-to-wall bookcases, dark oak tables and leather armchairs set against dark green walls. “And it’s why Dr. Campbell had me call her Mabel. If she felt more like a friend I could speak freely with her.”

He nods, writes something else then turns his gaze back to her. “In that case, maybe you should call me Seonghwa,” he says.

“Seonghwa,” you repeat. “Dr. S Park,” you say, referring to the bronze sign hammered into the door of his office.

He laughs a little and it makes you laugh, too. He looks nice when he laughs. “You can forget about that now. Just call me by my name, and I’ll call you by yours if you like.”

“Yes please,” you nod. “I hate being called Miss.”

“Yes, it’s quite sobering, isn’t it?” He says, laughing again. “Too formal. Makes you feel like a real adult.”

You shrug. “Kind of.”

“Well, not to worry, we’ll use first names in here.” He pauses, turning his head and your eyes follow his to the clock, which delivers the news that your time with him is up about as delicately as a blow to the head. You wonder how the hour you’d paid for had possibly gone by so quickly; you allow yourself to think he looks a bit disappointed, too.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he says, standing up and stretching out his hand to shake. “I believe I’ve got you booked in at the same time next week, if you’re interested in continuing this.”

“I am,” you confirm.

He smiles. “Good. Get in touch if you need anything until then and try to think about what you’d like to talk about next time.”

You whisper a thank you and he nods, smiling. “I think we’re going to make a very good team,” he says.

Oh Seonghwa, you think. We most certainly will.

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Surprisingly, the next week goes by in a flash; you’d expected it to drag out as you sat in waiting for the next time you’d see Seonghwa, but work has, perhaps mercifully, kept you too busy to even think about him until the day arrives. When it does, in your excitement you even endeavour to put on some light makeup and your ‘good’ pair of jeans. Trying to keep it professional, you have to whisper ‘he’s your therapist’ to yourself a few times on the drive over there, but while you’ve no intention of jeopardising your professional arrangement, you still hope he sees and notices the effort you’ve made. Maybe even likes it.

As soon as he calls your name he seems to notice your getup, pausing in his greeting to look you up and down. His eyes meet yours; questioning, curious. “Big night?” He asks, amused.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I just felt like it. I wanted to look nice.”

“Well, you do,” he smiles. You blush. “To my office, then.”

You follow him down the by-now familiar hall, watching as he unlocks the door and gestures for you to go in first. You take a seat in your respective chairs and he wastes little time on small talk before diving into your issues. The first fifteen-odd minutes pass by uneventfully before you slowly, subtly feel the conversation shift. Seonghwa almost clams up listening to your descriptions of your coping mechanisms (sex, mostly), face focused and pupils dilated as you relay all the gory details of how you like to be treated. When you’re done and blushing furiously, he stares at you for a second for leaning back.

“Well,” he says. “I have a few thoughts on that.”

“What are they?”

He shifts in his seat but doesn’t look uncomfortable. “You do these things because lack self-discipline,” he says. “Your ‘daddy issues’—” he pauses, clearing his throat and you see the ends of his ears are pinkish “— and the coping mechanisms you employ for them, have made it hard for you to keep yourself in line, so you rely on outside sources to do it for you. But you have none.”

You stare silently at him, mouth slightly agape. It’s his job, of course, and he’s been highly trained for it, but you’re still shocked at how easily he can read and understand you, can identify a problem you thought unexplainable. Maybe he sees a lot of girls like you. He’s probably told them the exact same thing, looked at them with the same dark eyes and knowing smile. You don’t know why the thought makes you so annoyed — and if you do, you’re choosing to ignore it.

“You’re right,” you say quietly, finally, and he nods. “What do I do about it?”

“It’s hard to alter thought processes and needs we’ve developed in childhood, but it can be done over time.”

“How?”

He leans forward, face stoic and there’s a tangible shift in the air. You swallow. “If your need is met during your therapy,” he starts, “it could give you the mental space to begin to reduce its presence.” He leans back against the chair, eyes on you as he gauges your reaction.

“Which need is this?” You ask quietly, both afraid of and excited for the answer.

“Discipline,” he answers shortly. “Being kept in line. Everyone needs it to function properly but by adulthood most can do this for themselves. You cannot.”

You frown, a bit embarrassed and he sees it, smiling softly before speaking again. “It’s not a bad thing, and nothing to be ashamed of, but it does need to be addressed. I would like to help you with that.”

“How?”

He says nothing, just stares at you, face blank. He wants you to realise the answer alone, and he wants you to say it.

“You?” You whisper and he smiles.

“Me,” he says. You shift uncomfortably in your chair and he watches you, unmoving.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

“You don’t need to say anything else. I just wanted you to say it and acknowledge it aloud.”

You nod, still unsure of what exactly he’s talking about but you think you have a good, dizzying idea of it.

“It’s an unconventional practice,” he continues, “but you would really benefit.”

“By you… keeping me in line? Disciplining me?”

He nods, humming softly. “Exactly. At least until you’re able to do it yourself.”

“Is this ethical?” You mutter. You don’t know if you want him to hear you or not, but he does.

“It’s therapeutic,” he says quickly. He frowns and you feel the need to apologise, take back everything you’d said and all the questions you’d raised so that he’ll stop. But he’s quickly smiling again and you relax, slumping back against the chair. He regards you with amusement, almost like he’s toying at you, but at the same time he’s deadly, intimidatingly serious.

“I…” you trail off and he smiles, talking again.

“I understand it’s a lot to take in, but nothing would be beyond the boundaries we’d set together and anything we did would be strictly professional and for your benefit. This is to help you, and it will help you,” he stresses.

You feel his suggestion begin to take shape in your mind — him guiding and disciplining you, you following his lead in the exact way you’re starting to think you’ve always craved. But there’s gaps, important gaps in the image in your head and you frown.

“So you’d set rules?” You ask, blushing.

“I would call them goals,” he says. “But yes, they’re essentially rules, and I’m happy to call them that.”

You nod. “Right. And if I broke them…”

“There’d be consequences.”

You bite your lip, daring to look up at his intense gaze. “What kind of consequences?”

He smiles. “Guess.”

It hits you immediately. Fuck, you think. “Dr. Park…”

“Seonghwa, I believe,” he corrects, smiling almost smugly.

You nod, flushing slightly. “Seonghwa,” you say. “I don’t know if I, uh. I don’t know how I’d feel about being… punished, by you.”

He nods understandingly. “I know it’s frightening,” he says softly, “but you’ll be surprised by how much it helps, and how quickly. In the emails prior to our first session you stressed the urgency of your situation, did you not?”

“I did.”

“Then I strongly believe this is your best option. And nothing will happen without your consent, and understanding of why it is happening. Plus,” he pauses, staring you down again with a slight smile. You’re starting to think he likes to see you squirm. “Where there are punishments, there are also rewards.”

Your breath hitches. You’re sure your eyes are comically wide, mouth agape like an idiot but the thoughts that fill your head are making you go dumb. His expression is pleased as he leans forward, slowly closing the distance between you. “Would you like one?”

“A reward?” You ask, confused. He nods. “Have I earned one?”

“If you agree to this arrangement, you will have. It’s a big step. What do you think?”

You know you should take some time to think about it, and you’re sure he’d allow you to if you ask, but almost as soon as you start to consider it you reach your conclusion. It doesn’t take as long as you’d like it to; you have about 30 seconds of doubt before your thoughts shift to the images of Seonghwa you’d been seeing since you met; to images of him rewarding and punishing you and you know you want this. You want him to reward you — to touch and feel and pleasure you in ways you’d never dreamed of; to praise you and tell you what a good girl you are, what a good patient you are for him. You realise also that you want him to punish you just as much — maybe even more. You want to be draped over his lap, or bent over his chair or desk while those strong looking hands come down on you. You bite your lip, flustered at the image; would he make you strip to receive the punishment, so he can see and feel the blooming reds on your skin? Or would he strip you himself, slowly exposing you one centimetre at a time to prolong the tension and expectation? You feel yourself squirming at the thought and look up to him. The expression on his face tells you he knows exactly the image that’s racing through your mind.

“Okay,” you say quietly. “I’ll do it.”

He smiles widely, looking proud and, dare you say it, excited. Wordlessly he curls a finger at you and, understanding him, your legs hurry over to him almost of their own accord. You stop in front of him and he quickly pulls you down to his lap, hands on you instantly. His hands are rough but soft on your skin, and you feel the held back strength in his touches. He could easily overpower you, take you and treat you as he pleases and yet he handles you like you’re precious, something delicate. Something to be protected — and punished.

“You’re such a good girl already,” he breathes. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. It comes naturally to you.”

You smile and he taps your cheek before his gaze falls lower. Gently he starts to run his hand up your thigh until it’s almost touching your heat. He frowns, pinching the denim that separates it. “Stand up and take these off,” he says.

You nod and obey, heart already racing as you step out of your jeans. Before you can ask where to put them he grabs you again, pulling you back into his hold. “Much better,” he says.

His hand quickly finds your heat again, this time only separated from it by your thin cotton panties. “Cute,” he mutters as he runs a finger across them. You gasp at the sensation and he chuckles. “I’m going to put my finger inside you,” he says. “But not until you ask me to.”

You groan and he lands a light slap on your ass. It doesn’t hurt, certainly no more than a slight sting, but you feel and sense the restraint in the hit; the strength behind it. Strength that may soon be inflicted on you in full force. “You won’t complain about what I give you,” he says sternly. “And if you want more, you’ll ask me explicitly. So ask me.”

“Seonghwa, please,” you whisper.

“Hm?” He whispers, cocking an eyebrow. “Please what?”

You want to cry, embarrassed and pent up and desperate for him but you want to be good and make him proud the first time you do this. And you will make him proud. “Put your finger in me,” you whimper. “Please, Seonghwa.”

He shushes you, stroking your head with an awestruck look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he says. “God, you adapt quickly, don’t you?”

“I guess,” you whisper.

“Good,” he says. “That will come very handy. Are you ready for my finger?”

You nod, pushing your hips out towards him silently and he chuckles, slapping your thigh a little harder than last time. “Patience,” he says.

With the hand wrapped around your waist grabs your panties, pulling them to the side so the other hand can press a long, thick finger inside. You gasp, rutting against his hand slightly and he hums. “This is tight,” he notes. “Very tight. And pretty.”

You blush, squirming and he lifts his gaze from where it was focused on your pussy to look at you sternly, brows furrowed. “I didn’t tell you to move, did I?”

You shake your head and he sighs. “No discipline at all,” he says, tutting you slightly. “I’ll keep going because this is your first reward. But from now on, if you fail to control yourself when I’m rewarding you, you’ll be punished instead, alright?”

You nod apologetically. You bow your head, eyes on the ground in shame and he presses his finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. The sternness is almost gone now, replaced with a pent-up kind of tenderness. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers. “Never be embarrassed around me, okay? It’s natural to slip up when you’re still learning. If you didn’t I’d have nothing to teach you, would I?”

You nod, guessing he’s right. He smiles, cupping your cheek with one hand before the finger you’d almost forgotten was inside you starts to move. You try to stay still, biting your lip to not make any noise that makes him think you’re losing control. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut but he doesn’t like that either. “Open,” he says and you do. He doesn’t meet your gaze; his eyes are back on your pussy, on the sopping wet hole that’s practically leaking from just one finger. But if he finds it weird or embarrassing, he says nothing.

“Are you ready for the second one?” He asks.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He smiles and slowly pushes in his middle finger. The tightness of your pussy clamps both fingers against each other but he quickly works you open with expert efficiency until he can fit in a third. “I’m going to rub your clit now,” he tells you and you nod meekly.

The sensations come together like fireworks exploding in your stomach and your whines and whimpers quickly turn to louder and more desperate moans. With his other hand he pulls you to lay your head on his chest and you feel his heart racing as you get closer and closer to the limit.

“Are you able to cum?” He asks.

You nod, whining against his shirt and surely covering in drool but he doesn’t care. He keeps going, faster and harder until with one command — “cum for me.” — he has you letting go completely. You sob, shaking and crying in his hold as you finish. He strokes your head, whispering to you while it happens until you’re done. He lets you stay in his hold for a while, whispering words you don’t understand until you finally start to come back to earth. You look up at his face, worried and awe-struck. He smiles, relieved to see you back and fully present again.

“How was that?” He asks.

“So good,” you whisper. “I think— this is going to be really helpful for me.”

He chuckles, rocking you back and forth and running his hand up and down your back.

“I’m certain it will.”

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um yeah sorry about this… this is obviously not professional and an irl therapist would lose every license they ever had if this happened. but in fiction, it’s pretty cool lol. reblog and comment if you enjoyed or if you’d like to see more of this arrangement (i.e. if you’re horny enough that you wanna see urself get punished…) all requests are being worked on rn but they are still OPEN!! love🖤🖤🖤

a lesson learned • seonghwa

you just can’t seem to stay away from trouble. your husband sets you straight.

request for @89petals

word count: 5.9k

western au, dom husband!seonghwa x innocent sub!reader ft. outlaws!mingi, san & wooyoung.

warnings: angry sex, punishment, impact, degredation, glove kink, mask kink. mentioned whipping & public humiliation. not proofread.

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Seonghwa knows you’re naive. It’s not hard to tell; the way you carry yourself, the way you talk, the way you stare so sweetly at him, everything about you exudes innocence, screams vulnerability. And not just to him — he sees it in the eyes of all the men you encounter. It’s obvious, visceral, primal; the desire to touch you, to dirty your pure, unsullied skin with their calloused hands and sweet talking. The longing to be the one to corrupt you. To ruin you. And he knows it’s only him, his protection, standing in their way. Stopping you from falling into one of their traps. Keeping you safe.

He’s tried so hard to make you see it like that; to make you understand. Understand that you need his protection, why you need it; what would happen without it.

But you just don’t get it. No matter how hard he tries, you just don’t understand. He knows it’s partially his fault; he spoils you incessantly, rotten, some would say — though how any man could resist doing so is a mystery he could never untangle. But he’s tried to be harder on you; tried to put his foot down, draw the line and say “this is how it’s going to be.” And it almost works. Each time, he almost gets through to you — almost.

Because then, just as he dares to think he’s won, you look up at him with those wide, doe eyes, a quivering lip as you ask him in your softest voice “why, Seonghwa? Have I been bad?” And he folds. Like any man would, he folds; takes you into his arms, cooing reassurances that you’re never bad, baby, you’re the best girl in the world until he forgets why he was even trying to be strict in the first place. And it works every time. Sly little minx.

Today is one of those days — one of those days where he wishes he had your reins a little tighter, regrets never having followed through and kept you in line. Because today, like so many times before, he doesn’t know where you are. You’d gone out this morning to see your friends, promising to be back soon, but you weren’t. It’s evening now, close to dusk, and with each passing second he grows more worried about you, more frantic to get you home before dark. He’s searched most of town, all your favourite places and usual hangouts, and come up empty. And no one he’s spoken to — all of them familiar with you as the beautiful, innocent wife of the man who runs the town — has seen you since the morning. Where on earth have you gone?

“I’m sorry,” the barkeep says, looking genuinely remorseful — you are, by his own admission, his ‘sweetest customer’ after all. “I truly haven’t seen her, sir. Nor her friends.”

Seonghwa grunts, shaking his head in frustration; it’s starting to hurt now. A stress headache, maybe. “I just don’t know where she could be, Will,” he groans. “I don’t want her out after dark. She’d get into all kinds of trouble with the sorts that come out then.”

The barkeep nods, grim understanding on his face. “I agree, sir. I’m really sorry I can’t help you, but I’m sure she’ll be back soon. She’s a good girl and she loves ya. She won’t have run off.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he mumbles.

Thoughts of all the wrong sorts in the town, visions of how they could have taken you, what they could be doing to you, plague his thoughts, increasing his heart rate so much he barely manages to collapse into a nearby seat in time. The barkeep watches with a worried expression as Seonghwa leans back, breathing laboured as he removes his hat and slams it down on the bare table.

“Heat getting to ya?” He asks. “Don’t be so troubled, sir. She’s done this before, hasn’t she? Bet ya she’s gone after some frog again.”

If the situation weren’t so dire, Seonghwa would laugh at the memory; when you were still his fiancé and, having not seen you the entire day, he’d sent a search party looking for you, only for you to be found just out of bounds with the explanation that you’d “seen a frog” and had followed it so far you’d lost track of where you were. Seonghwa had almost cried with relief then, holding you in his arms as though you’d risen from the dead, but was so angry with you that he barely managed to hold it together until you got back to the house — and when you did, he’d doled out enough consequences to ensure you never made that mistake again. Or so he thought.

“Maybe,” he mumbles. He’s seconds away from calling another search party when a commotion outside draws his attention, as do the familiar voices of the two men in this town he can always trust to cause trouble.

Groaning, he rushes out of the bar, ready to admonish them for causing such a stir — but before he can, his eyes find a familiar face on the back of a familiar white horse. His heart warms at the welcome sight of his missing wife; as his blood pressure rises at the unwelcome sight of who you’d been with.

You stare at him with love and unease — happy to see him but no doubt aware of the trouble you’re in. You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as you dismount. Too nervous to approach him, you hesitate, lingering behind the men you’d ridden with.

“So this is who you meant by ‘friends’,” Seonghwa says as coolly as he can manage. “Mingi, San and…” He squints, not recognising the man next to them. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Wooyoung, sir,” the man grins, waving cheerfully. The man next to him, Mingi, snorts amusedly. Seonghwa almost lunges.

“Wooyoung,” he repeats. He knows he’s sneering as he says his name; sounding it out like it’s something shameful, but if Wooyoung is offended, he doesn’t say anything. The others have clearly told him who Seonghwa is, and the control he has of everything in this world town. Especially the girl they’d taken out, apparently without his permission.

“Did you have fun with my wife, Wooyoung?” He asks. “And you two? Did you have fun too?”

“Nothing improper happened, Seonghwa,” Mingi says coolly. “She wanted to go for a ride and we took her.”

“I’m sure,” Seonghwa replies darkly. Mingi at least has the decency to look a little uneasy, knowing Seonghwa could get him in a lot more trouble than he’d like. Not wanting to bother with the outlaws anymore, he turns his gaze back to you, eyes narrowing. “Come here.”

He watches you silently as you approach him, feeling your nerves with each step. He’s sure you’re half expecting him to strike you in front of everyone — even strip you down and punish you right here. But he’d never do that — instead, when you finally reach him, he pulls you into a tight, crushing hug. Tears prickle at his eyes as he inhales your scent, that sweet, perfect scent he was starting to wonder if he’d smell again. “I was so fucking worried about you,” he whispers into your hair. “My sweet little girl.”

You sigh contentedly into his chest for a moment until he abruptly pulls back, eyes narrowing as he regards the crowd that’s formed around you. “Everyone go home,” he orders. “Mingi, San, get out of here and take the boy with you. We’re leaving.”

He doesn’t wait for people to obey — just grabs your hand and drags you over to where he’d tied his horse. You try to speak but he ignores you; he lifts you up and onto the horse without a word, ignoring your protests as he steadies you before jumping up himself. “Hold my waist,” he says. Finally having some sense, you obey, saying nothing as you ride to his home on the hill — looming above the town and reminding you just who you’re dealing with.

When you arrive he lifts you off the horse, his grip on your waist harsher than usual as he plants you on the ground. He hands the reins to a waiting servant, who leads the horse away, leaving you alone with your husband. He doesn’t look at you, just orders you into the house with a stern tone. As you turn to walk towards the door he lands a harsh slap against your ass; with your layers of skirts and undergarments you should barely feel it, but Seonghwa is so strong and so angry that it’s as painful as if he had lifted up your skirts and smacked your bare skin. You squeak, losing your balance slightly before regaining it and rushing towards the door. It’s open, you assume unlocked by the servant as he’d seen your horse approaching, allowing you to slip inside and out of the desert sun.

You’re crouched down and unlacing your boots when you hear the door open and close again, and you hardly have time to register the presence behind you when it grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to your feet.

“Seonghwa!” You protest, flailing in his painful grip. A low noise emanates from his throat, almost a growl, and before you know what’s happened he’s landed a harsh, stinging slip on your cheek. Your jaw drops and you gape at him, staggering back when he loosens his grip. You can scarcely believe what’s just happened, what he’s just done — he’s struck you before, certainly, but never out of anger and never on the face.

“You need a fucking attitude adjustment,” he growls. His voice is deeper than you knew it could even get and he sounds downright dangerous. “I’ve been too lenient for too long.”

You whine, staring at him with your trademark eyes but this time he doesn’t react — doesn’t falter, doesn’t soften, doesn’t give in or give way to you. Your heart skips a beat at the realisation — he’s not falling for it this time. “Seonghwa, I’m sorr—”

“No, little girl,” he interjects. You swallow, bile in your threat. He really has no patience for you now. “You listen to me,” he says. “I’ve tried so hard to help you understand the dangers of this town but you just won’t listen.” He grabs you again, this time by the neck but doesn’t apply much pressure. Not that he needs to; you’ve always been putty in his hands. Now with no choice but to look at him, you see the fire in his eyes, the blazing spark — you’ve provoked him. Set him ablaze. You’re going to get burned. “Clearly,” he says, “I need to make you understand.”

You’re silent for a moment, letting his words hang in the air as you digest them. Your mouth opens and closes a couple times until you can finally force out a single syllable. “How?”

He chuckles; a dry, humourless chuckle that scratches at your throat. His eyes flicker up and down as he takes you in, admiring the body he owns and imagining what he could do to it. He bites his lip, not quite drawing blood but still hard and affected. “By showing you the dangers,” he says.

He releases you, sending you stumbling backwards again. He eyes you carefully, chuckling when he sees that one of your shoes is still on your feet. “Take that off,” he says, pointing to it. “Quickly.”

Nodding, you scramble to obey; you’re so nervous that your hands are shaking, making it hard to undo the tight laces of your boots, but you manage — perhaps due to the sharp, watching eyes you feel on you the entire time. You stand back up, feeling exposed now even though you’re fully clothed. Unsure what to say, you wait for him to speak; it seems to please him. “Go to our room,” he says. “Wait for me on the bed while I fetch a few things. You’re going to learn a good lesson tonight, sweetheart.”

Ignoring the terrifying undertones of his words, you turn on your heel, scrambling up the rickety wooden staircase; the steps creak under the pressure but you don’t doubt they can support your weight — Seonghwa built this house with his own two hands, and he knows what he’s doing; above all, he’d never do anything to put you in danger, through negligence or otherwise.

Reaching the top floor you scurry quietly down the hallway, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom and closing it softly behind you. Unsure what to do with Seonghwa’s vague instructions, you elect to keep your clothes on — he’d never told you to remove them, after all — and chance your luck that he may see fit to inflict whatever punishment he has in mind over your garments. After all, if he’s gone to fetch the riding crop, which is usually what he means when he ‘fetches something’ before a punishment, it’s not like your clothes would hinder the effectiveness of his discipline — as a renowned horseman, Seonghwa is more than capable with a riding crop, and would certainly be able to bruise, perhaps even cut you through your clothes. Not that he would cut you — but he could. Even his hands can inflict a world of damage.

Minutes later you hear the telling sounds of creaking on the staircase; as the footsteps get closer you recognise them as Seonghwa and you swallow, shifting uneasily on the bed. You wonder what he’s going to do to you — what he meant by “showing you the danger”. You trust him with your life but the fact remains that you live far from the rest of the town, so if something did happen, your screams would almost certainly go unheard — in fact, you know they would. It’s something you’ve both enjoyed and certainly made the most of before, but if he decided to use it for some other purpose, you’d be in trouble.

Minutes later the door opens to reveal him standing in the doorway, still in his brimmed hat and long leather coat and you shudder — even after five years of marriage, the mere silhouette of Seonghwa still intimidates you. When he steps out of the shadow you blink for a moment, confused. Seonghwa hasn’t fetched the riding crop, instead gathering an armful of ropes— but that’s not what catches your attention. What catches your attention is the thick cloth pulled over Seonghwa’s mouth and nose, fashioned into a mask. Paired with his hat it conceals his face almost entirely and makes him an utterly menacing figure.

He takes a step inside, spurs clinking against his boots as he walks. It’s not a sound you often hear inside, and it feels more threatening than familiar. You gulp, shifting back slightly but not enough to be out of his reach — you’re smarter than that.

He stares down at you for a moment, taking you in and scrutinising you, before that familiar voice sounds out, deeper and more menacing than ever.

“Since you think it’s so funny to run off with strange men,” he says, a little muffled through the mask but still painfully clear. “Men I’ve specifically warned you about, and you’ve refused to listen…” You hang your head, ashamed, but through hooded eyes still stare curiously at the sight in front of you. “I’m going to show you exactly why I told you to stay away from them in the first place.”

You drop your gaze, staring down at the wooden floorboards with a racing heartbeat. He clicks his tongue. “Look at me.”

You find obeying isn’t as easy as it should be — the sight of him now is overwhelming, and something about the way he towers over you, face hidden, intentions concealed… it flusters you. You want to blush and giggle and run far, far away.

He comes closer again, reaching to grip your chin and the moment his hand meets your face an electrifying feeling races through you. His voice is gruff when he speaks, eyes boring into yours. “I’m going to show you what bad men can do,” he says. “What they’d do to you if they could.”

His grip tightens, holding you still; the pressure of his fingers is bruising, painful against your skin and he knows it. His eyes flicker across your chest, peeking out of the top of your dress. They narrow slightly, stern and scrutinising but the pupils are dilated. “Was that like this when you left this morning?”

You look down for a moment, holding back a smile when you see what he’s asking. “You mean were my breasts so visible?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You giggle slightly and he tightens his grip again, forcing the smile off your face. You whine. “They weren’t,” you insist. “My dress slipped a little as I came up the stairs.”

He stares at you a moment, probably trying to decide if he believes you. He clicks his tongue. “I hope you’re right. And I certainly hope Mingi would agree with that assessment, should I happen across him tomorrow.”

“He would,” you reply. “I swear, Hwa.” You feel tears prickle at your eyes as you stare desperately at him, trying to convince him — among other things. You see the conflict on his face as he watches your display.

Usually, now would be the time where he’d give in — when you give him those eyes and promise so sweetly that to be a good girl for him. ‘Hwa’ doesn’t help either; you know that name is his kryptonite. But this time he doesn’t fold; doesn’t give in like he always does. He can’t. He doesn’t want to. Because while before, your sweet disposition and cute, childish antics, made him want to squish your cheeks and give you everything you could possibly want, now it makes him want to ruin you. To watch you fall apart beneath him; to tarnish your pure, clean soul the way he’s been trying to tell you the other men in the town are so desperate to. No, you’re not getting out of this today. He’s going to break you down and ruin you and then maybe you’ll learn.

He releases your chin, noticing with a smile the deep red marks left by the imprints of his fingers. “Strip,” he orders. “And do it quickly. ‘Cause I have to take that pretty little dress off myself, there won’t be much left of it when I’m done.”

You know he’s not bluffing this time — a number of your dresses have been ruined in this way; torn off in the heat of passion by your hungry, or angry, husband. Standing, you hurry to obey, removing your corset and skirts until you’re down to your underwear. Your gaze flickers to him, unsure. He nods, a silent order and you gulp as you remove your underwear; the last, thin pieces of fabrics protecting your modesty. Now fully nude, next to your husband who hasn’t even removed his shoes, you feel vulnerable and exposed in a way you’re not sure if you like. He stares at you for a moment and the mask prevents you from gauging his reaction. You stand nervously, resisting the urge to try to cover yourself; it wouldn’t work, first of all, and would only anger him further. He clicks his tongue. “Turn around.”

Nodding, you turn slowly to face the bed. His presence behind you is a looming, inescapable feeling even before he touches you; he runs a finger across your ass, inspecting the tender flesh. He makes a noise somewhere between pity and arousal and you realise you’re probably still sporting the marks from when he’d corrected you last; a painful, bruising correction that had left you crying and begging his forgiveness — and for something much lesser than this, you recall. You gulp as you realise he probably has much worse planned for you today.

“Gosh,” he says, almost whispering. He applies a gentle pressure to one of the marks; a bruise, by the feel of it — not enough pressure to truly hurt, but just enough to remind you that the bruise is there and why. “You just can’t behave, can you, my girl?”

A whine escapes, face pink with embarrassment at his patronising, humiliating tone but you don’t dare move — you know better. “I’m sorry, Hwa,” you whisper. When you say that name this time, he can tell it’s not a tactic or charm — you truly are sorry, and you truly want to be good. He smiles proudly at the thought. His sweet girl.

“I’ve really been too lenient, have I?” He says. Knowing you can’t see it, he doesn’t bother hiding the affectionate smile on his face. “Don’t worry, baby. That ends today.”

You gulp, nodding your assent and for a moment it seems nothing’s happening — until a strong hand on your back pushing you forwards, forcing you to bend over the bed. You make a noise of surprise, not having expected the movement, but you stay still. He stands and takes you in for a moment before his hands are on you, running down your sides with more tenderness than you expected. But that doesn’t last for long; when he reaches your ass he winds his hand back, and you hear the smack he inflicts on the bruised skin coming even before it lands. When it does, it takes a second for the pain to register; it blooms across your sensitive skin, white-hot and agonising. You cry out but have the good sense to do it into the blankets, muffling the noise. He lands another slap on the same spot, then another, ignoring your cries and apologies. After ten or so smacks he seems to get bored, backing away from you, and you realise with as much relief as fear that he doesn’t intend on beating you tonight — at least, not as your main punishment. Which means your main punishment is something else, and you have a feeling it won’t be a whole lot more lenient.

He returns quickly, grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand while the other holds you down by your waist. “Did you like that?” He asks, voice rasped.

You shake your head, still sobbing slightly. “No, Seonghwa.”

“Good.” His hand moves from your waist to your ass, tightly gripping the spot he’d victimised — no doubt red and swollen thanks to his efforts. You cry out, dizzy with pain. “You shouldn’t like it,” he says, emphasising his point with a squeeze that almost makes you black out. “That way you’ll finally fucking learn.”

You nod, groaning at the lingering pain that persists even after he loosens his grip. He makes a noise almost like a snarl.

“Tell me, baby,” he says softly. “Do you think Mingi would make love to you?” He pulls at your hair slightly, just enough pressure to sting. You gulp. “You think San would stop if it got too much?” His hand moves down, gripping the supple skin of your upper thigh.

You bite your lip, unsure of how to answer — the outlaws Seonghwa hates so much have actually been nice to you so far, though he of course claims it’s only to piss him off. But you know what he wants to hear and you want to be good — you want him to be merciful. “No, Seonghwa,” you gasp, though it comes out as more of a whine. You’re painfully aware of his hand on the back of your thigh, squeezing at the skin and refusing to relieve or indulge you beyond that. “They wouldn’t.”

“That’s right,” he growls. “So neither will I.”

You hear shuffling behind you before something touches your arm — but it’s not Seonghwa’s soft yet rough hands. It’s harder, thicker, a little scratchy… it’s the rope. You gasp, breath hitching as he wraps the rope carefully around your arms, tying them together against your back. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Your safeword is ‘pickles’. Remember it.”

You giggle at the choice of safeword — pickles is your horse, white and grey and beautiful and certainly an unforgettable safeword. “Okay,” you whisper.

He chuckles, moving away behind you. Craning your neck, you see him removing the hat, coat and boots — undoubtedly bothersome particularly when he’s trying to educate you. But the mask stays, and you watch as he pulls on a pair of thick, leather gloves. You swallow — he never wears those gloves with you; they’re the gloves he wears when, as the de-facto leader of the town, he deals with outlaws and criminals and anyone who causes problems — anyone he’d rather not touch. Just by putting them on in front of you he’s shown you his anger; your place. You’re dirt to him now.

When he returns to you he wastes no time; he places a leg on each side of you, holding you in place and putting him closer to where he wants to be. The feeling of his leather gloves on your skin sends shivers down your spine for a multitude of reasons but you do your best to stay still and pliant. They run across your skin, coming to hold onto your waist, squeezing it softly before suddenly they’re on your ass, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them apart — exposing you fully to him.

Without realising you shrink into yourself slightly, trying to make yourself smaller — avoid the embarrassment and humiliation of having everything on slow. He chuckles, gripping you tighter as he spits down. The saliva lands between your two holes and with one large finger he rubs up and down, spreading the spit between them. You shiver as his finger ghosts across your sensitive pussy and even more sensitive asshole, coating them with spit. But you can't do much more than shiver; the grip of his other hand on your is iron and immobilising, and you know from experience that if you make things difficult for him, Seonghwa has no qualms with striking your pussy almost as hard as he does your ass, and you don’t want to find out if he’d have any qualms about doing that to your other hole. You can’t even imagine how that would feel.

“How do you feel?” He asks, not sounding incredibly concerned with the answer. “Are you embarrassed, baby? Your holes spat on like you’re some cheap saloon girl?”

You whine and, forgetting your situation, try to reach for him — for comfort or reprieve, you don’t know. It’s only when the rope bites into your arms as you strain against them that you remember what he’d done — how he’d tied you up like a mare. “I’m embarrassed, Hwa.”

“Good,” he says, and you hear the smile in his voice. “Be embarrassed. But tell me this, honey. If those outlaws you like so much finally got their hands on you — do you think they’d use spit? Do you think they’d use anything to make it easier for you?”

“I don’t know,” you gasp.

He laughs dryly. “No, they wouldn’t,” he says. “They’d tear you open, baby. And it’d be even worse than this.”

He doesn’t give your time to react before he plunges not one but two fingers into your sensitive hole, making you choke — the thick leather coating his fingers makes them even bigger and harder to take and you feel like you’re on fire; not the mention the disbelief that your temperate, if a little severe husband, is treating you like this. You thrash in his hold but it’s no use; he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts pumping in and out of you, stretching you even further. It feels good but it’s so, so much. You don’t know what to do or how to take it and the stupid rope around your arms means you can’t even hold onto him. He hums. “Must be hard, huh? Taking my fingers like that?”

“It is.”

“It should be. This is how you wanted to be treated, right? That must be why you love those outlaws so much. Because this is what you really wanted. To be treated as the cheap slut they see you as, yeah?”

You’re rutting desperately against the bed now, trying to get any kind of friction Seonghwa’s immobilising grip allows and maybe it’s because he knows he’s pushing you so hard — or perhaps he likes seeing you so desperate and pathetic — that he doesn’t stop you. The moment you’re sufficiently stretched a third gloved finger invades you and didn’t even know you could be this stretched without his dick. You’re sobbing now; tears smearing against the thin blankets as you shake beneath his hold. He chuckles; “tell me it feels good,” he says.

“It fee— God, it feels so good Hwa,” you cry, so loud it hurts your throat and rings in your ears. He laughs, hooking a hand under your waist to lift you up slightly, angling you so your holes are even more exposed and he can go even deeper. Your screams fall on deaf ears — as they probably will for the rest of the night.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praises, and it eases your pain for a moment before it’s back in full force as he increases his pace. “I reckon you’re learning your lesson, aren’t you?”

You sob into the blankets, nodding fervently — you certainly are learning, though you’re not sure if it’s the pain or the pleasure that’s reaching you. But your sweet husband is gone tonight, replaced with an animal — and it’s not one you want to provoke again. “Yes, Hwa.”

“Good. ‘Cause if I have to teach it again, I’m not waiting to get you somewhere private. Understood?”

“Yes, Hwa,” you groan.

“Good.” He pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty and gaping. You feel your wetness begin to trickle down your leg and he traces it with his finger, gathering the juices. He grabs your hair again, yanking it backwards to pull your head towards him. “Open up.”

You let your mouth fall open uncertainly and he shoves his fingers inside, making you gag. “Suck,” he orders and you do; swirling your tongue across his juice-coated fingers as you suckle desperately at them. “Taste good?” He asks and you nod — you do taste good. Sweet, even. You’re quite proud of it — but that doesn’t make this any less humiliating.

“Good,” he says, pulling his fingers out and moving to grip your waist. “I’m gonna fuck you now. Think you can take it?”

You bite your lip, pondering your answer. “It doesn— it doesn’t matter,” you say softly, knowing what he wants to hear.

“Good answer, baby,” he chuckles. “Fuck, you’re not so dumb after all, are you?”

You shake your head, flushing a little at the condescending undertones of his words and you hear him exhale a stuttered breath. You know he’s as pent up as you are now — you don’t know what he’s going to do with it. “Hwa…”

“I’m here, baby,” he says. “Hwa’s gonna fuck you now. Not gonna be gentle, either. What’s your safeword?”

You sniffle. “Pickles.”

“Good girl,” he says, smoothing a hand across your flushed skin. You notice he’s pulled the gloves off now and you’ve never been so grateful to feel his bare skin on yours; but knowing what he’s taken them off for, what he plans to do to you, doesn’t allow you much comfort from it. “Remember that. There’s a good chance you’ll need it.”

He pulls back and for a long, unending moment, he’s gone from your sight and touch. Anticipation hangs in the air as you await his return; tension and arousal combined and lingering as the seconds pass slowly and fearfully. You squirm slightly, desperate for sensation and hoping he’ll notice, until he returns. Two large hands grip your ass, spreading the cheeks apart again. You hear him spit again, feel the saliva as it lands and smears across your pussy before you feel that familiar stretch as his thick, hard cock begins to penetrate you. He takes his sweet time inserting himself, dragging it out and it’s as much a mercy as it is a torture. When he’s finally in, your still-tight pussy only just withstanding it, he starts to move — slowly at first, then faster and faster until he’s at his full speed and power. He’s never gotten there so fast or so ruthlessly and as good as it feels, you know you’re at the edge of what you can take.

So does he — his grip on you is iron and unyielding, surely bruising you further as he uses your fragile frame to allow and force himself deeper into you. You know you’re crying; sobbing and calling his name with each movement and you think he’s saying something to you, but among all the feelings and sensations and the ever-present stretch that pulls and forces you open, the exact words he says don’t quite reach you. He’s never fucked you like this — fast and hard and without consideration for your pleasure and you feel like a toy, an object; existing only to service him. You know that’s his point — that to others, you are an object, and they’d never take as good care of you as he does. And for the first time you’re really starting to understand the truth of his warnings; as fast and intense as this is, there's still love and care hidden deep, deep beneath it. If you let those outlaws get anywhere near you, it’ll be a lot, lot worse.

As he approaches his orgasm you’re certain you’ve bitten through your lip; the taste of iron fills your mouth, your shown body strained and breaking under the enormous pressure of Seonghwa’s exertions of it. When he finally comes it’s louder, harder, deeper than he’s ever been and you quickly find yourself coming too; orgasm forced out of you by the sheer force of his own. You know you’re sobbing as you come down, heart still pounding against your skull, permeating every inch of you and Seonghwa stays still for a moment, dick softening but still deep inside you before he finally pulls out with a groan. You feel liquid pour from your hole as he does so; his cum and your juices rushing down your thigh and you hear him chuckle.

“Dirty girl,” he muses. He gathers it on his fingers again, this time placing them into his mouth, tasting the mixture of your juices and his and he makes a noise of appreciation. “Delicious, baby.”

When you start to whine again he’s quick to gather you up, skillfully untying your arms before pulling you into his hold. He situates himself in bed, back against the pillow as he holds you against his chest, rocking you back and forth. He’s patient as he waits for you to come down and back to earth, greeting you with a fond smile when you finally open your eyes, staring up at him as lovingly as you always do. He pinches your cheek, cooing at you as he speaks. “That was incredible, baby,” he says. “How do you feel?”

Your breathing is still staggered, voice soft and raspy as you answer. “Feel fine, Seonghwa.”

“Good,” he smiles. “You gonna run around with outlaws again, baby?”

You sniff, shaking your head and nuzzling further into his touch. “No.”

“I’m glad,” he says. “Because I’d so hate to have to fuck you like that again.”

You hold back a chuckle, sighing in his hold. You know he’s lying — and when you whisper back, “So would I, Hwa,” you both know you’re lying too.

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Lollipop

↣ Summary: Seonghwa and his sweet tooth usually come out to play when you do. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

↣ Genre: Mature

↣ AU/Trope info: dom!seonghwa, bimbo!reader, 

↣ Word Count: 1.7k+

↣ Warnings: Shirabi, food play, nipple play, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, 

↣ A/N: Seonghwa fucked me up this comeback bro. This isn't beta read. I literally wrote this 2 minutes ago lol.

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You tried your best to breathe in through your nose, allowing your body to relax its stiff muscles. It had been about 10 minutes since your arms and chest had been bound together, kneeled on the floor. However in those ten minutes you weren’t allowed to move from the spot the man had put you in. You were forced to stay on your knees, naked save for the pastel colored thigh highs you had arrived at the building in. 

Seonghwa, who sat on the couch on the other side of the room, was enjoying a lollipop as his legs spread open. He allowed himself to be as naked as you, getting off to someone just watching him in his nude form. One of his arms was stretched across the back of the couch as he barely paid you any mind. As he cleared his throat you looked up and watched as he shifted his hips to get more comfortable and his cock had moved across his stomach. 

Your eyes flew up to his mouth as he sucked on the lollipop one last time before taking it out, his lips forming a pop around the sweet candy. You licked your lips, looking down to the ground when his dark eyes found yours. He got up from his seat, his footsteps making their way towards you with small clicks of his boots. 

“Look at me, sweet girl.” Seonghwa breathily spoke, crouching in front of you. 

He took a hold of your chin, raising your head to meet his eyes. He began to grin wickedly when he saw how blown out your  pupils had gotten, your breathing shallow and your lids trying to hold off from falling close. He felt a swell in his chest watching you look so fucked out without even so much as a touch on your skin. You were easy to get high off his sexual power. 

“Want a taste?” He asked against your lips, waving the lollipop around. 

You glanced at the candy before turning to his lips. You could see the red of the cherry flavoring staining his lips. And when he went to lick his lips you saw how the color stuck to his tongue.  

He smiled proudly when he noticed where your head was going. “Such a pretty girl.” Seonghwa groaned deeply before dipping his head to give you a kiss full of tongue. 

You nearly fell over from his body practically shoving you back, but you were quick to gather your thoughts again, shoving back as your body straightened up. Seonghwa began to get up from his position, draggin you with him. With pressure off your knees, you felt relief. However it was short lived when the air blew onto your core. 

Seonghwa felt you shiver against him, your thighs clenching together as you squirmed from sensitivity. He cooed, pulling back from you. His eyes were wide, looking cartoonish almost as he looked at you like you were a precious ring he didn’t want to share with anyone else. He had his boyish grin, fingers digging into your cheeks as he rubbed at them. 

“This is what I want you to do.” He spoke up, leaning down to rub at your sore knees for a moment. 

“I’m not going to make you stay on your knees longer. I don’t like it when my baby has bruises.” He pouted, stretching back up. 

As he put the lollipop back into his mouth, he began to lead you towards the couch, pulling you to stand between his legs as he fell down onto the cushions. His hands skimmed over the back of your thighs lightly, fingers dipping between the crease where your thighs met your ass. You whimpered, causing Seonghwa to grin, as the tips of his fingers were met with the wetness that was dripping down the inside of your legs. 

He pulled the sweet from his lips. “I want you to keep this in your mouth and not make a single sound.” he tapped the lollipop against your lips, his saliva still coating the cherry treat. 

Your tongue poked out, ready to take it into your mouth and do as he asked but he quickly pulled it back. 

“Not yet.” He smiled. “Impatient baby.”

He stuck it back into his mouth to coat it once more, making sure it was covered with enough spit to not dry out the moment he pulled it out. When he did, you squeaked quietly as he quickly swirled the ball around your nipples, bottom lip pulled in between his lips as he watched with hungry eyes the red stain your body. 

As he finished with his ministrations he turned to look up at you with hooded eyes. “Now you have to be quiet.”

It didn’t take him a second between shoving the lollipop into your mouth to him placing his entire mouth around one of your breasts. Seonghwa was a careful lover but he was still rough when it came to how he ravished you. He didn’t like leaving bruises, but that didn’t stop him from leaving the ones he knew would fade in a day. 

Your teeth clench around the lollipop as you felt his teeth scrape against your hard nipples and how he seemed to suck as if he was trying to milk you. Your hands flew to behind his head, playing with his hair to distract you from the twitching of your limbs. Your knees began to wobble, swaying back and forth.

Seonghwa was quick to notice as he looked up at your scrunched up face and your need to grab onto something. So he moved his hands behind your thighs, holding you upright against him as he moved onto your other nipple. 

He pulled away with a pop, chin resting between your chest as he waited for you to look at him. When you did he smiled cutely. Without so much as noticing, you gasped around the lollipop almost choking on it when his hand softly cupped your core. His rubbed his middle finger back and forth on your lips, not touching your core fully just yet. 

“My baby is pretty. All for me.” He told you, eyes shining brightly. 

“I love you so much. You’re so good to me.” He pouted, looking down at his hand playing with your pussy. “All the messes you make when I touch you. I love it so much.”

He pulled his hand back, watching as a string of slick came off you, groaning when he quickly moved to place his finger in his mouth. His eyes closed shut, head falling back as he tasted you. “My sweet girl, so good.” He whispered to himself. 

“Seonghwa.” You whimpered around the lollipop, tears pooling in your eyes. 

Your knees knocked together, bouncing up and down to get stimulation in your core. Seonghwa tsked, placing his hands on your hips as he moved you to lay on the couch on your back. 

“My baby just wants to cum.” Seonghwa spoke out loud. 

He moved to his knees, coming eye level to your core. He watched as the tears began to well up and one fell down the side of your cheek. He began to grin wickedly, scooting down further to breathe gently along your slit. 

“Keep the lollipop in your mouth, jagiya.” 

His words blew across your core, making you want to close your knees together. But Seonghwa’s body was blocking you. 

“If it falls out,” He grinned. “I’m gonna have to punish you.”

His tongue laid flat onto your core after that. Since he didn’t tell you to be quiet this time, you let out a loud moan, almost choking on your saliva from the lollipop. He licked a large stripe from your hole up to your clit. You began to squirm, almost twisting away from him but he placed a hand along your hips to keep you from moving. 

Your lips closed around the candy, moaning in a hum with eyes squeezed tightly shut. From his position he could see the tears falling into your hair. Each tear only made him give your clit a suck as his tongued at your hole. When he noticed saliva spill from your mouth he started to suck you harder, focused completely on making you cum on his face. 

He moved his arms to hold your thighs up, fingers spreading you open as he mouthed harshly. As he began to suck on your clit once more, your eyes snapped open and you let out a cry that allowed the lollipop to fall from your lips. 

Your orgasm came as you full force and you began to whimper and cry from the waves that began to crash down onto you. Soenghwa didn’t stop, instead softly lapping at your clenching hole that pulled his tongue in. His eyes rolled to the back of his as he shut them to fall into the bliss that was your pussy wanting to clench on something. 

He groaned into your core, making your flinch from the overstimulation and whimper again. Seonghwa leaned up from his spot, grinning to himself when he noticed you trying to put the candy back into your mouth but your whimpers and tears were preventing you from making any kind of movement. 

“Awe, baby couldn’t hold it in her mouth.” Seonghwa cooed again, taking the lollipop from your chin. 

You sniffled, eyes opening to look at him. He leaned forward to lick at the sweet saliva that had dripped down the side of your mouth. He hummed at the cherry taste, licking his lips when his eyes moved up to watch you cry. 

“I don’t like when you cry over sad things. But your tears of pleasure make me dizzy.” He whispered against your mouth, slotting his hips between your legs. 

You whimpered again when you felt his hot cock between your pussy lips, wiggling to get him to where you wanted. 

“Can you give me more?” He asked you, forehead placed on yours.

He smoothed down the hair in your face, slowly rocking back and forth. The lollipop dangled from his fingers close to slipping. But when you sniffled again and gave him quick nods, he leaned back up and placed the treat back in his mouth. 

“My pretty girl gives so much.”

And so he slowly pushed himself in.

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you're kinda perfect | seonghwa x reader

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut with plot

wc: 7.2k + 1.1k completely self serving epilogue 

synopsis: your best friend seonghwa is the one who finds you mid fight with your boyfriend after you found him cheating. the only place you can think to go after is his house.

warnings/content: adult dialogue, drinking, intoxicated then sober reader, violence (grabbing the reader, hitting not directed at the reader), best friends to lovers, sexual content: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), use of baby girl and baby as pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), creampie, very very soft dom Seonghwa let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: repost from my old blog I deleted <3 that one is gone so feel free to interact with this post too!

“You absolute piece of shit.” The words coming out of your mouth were a hate filled whisper as you beheld the scene in front of you. Standing in the too brightly lit for your intoxicated eyes room was your boyfriend- soon to be ex- with his cock halfway down some girl’s throat.

“Babe- fuck- shit, it’s not what it looks like!” Your boyfriend yelled after you as he shoved the confused girl off him and frantically tried to zip up while you stormed away.

Tears burned your eyes that you’d normally try to hold in, but due to your current level of intoxication they flowed freely down your cheeks. You wiped them away roughly while continuing down the hall to the stairs that led to the main level of the house.

You’d been planning this party for weeks after you and your friends realized the schedules finally matched up perfectly and you all had the night off. Still, you had to practically beg Hongjoong to abandon his studio for one evening, but he agreed with the persuasion from you and the other members. You had no idea who invited the random people that were now flowing through your boyfriend’s house, one currently on the floor of his bathroom very confused, but you thought it was a fun turn of events until exactly now.

Now you were hesitating at the top of the stairs as you couldn’t get the tears to stop rolling down your face for long enough to walk through the party, and all of your friends, that waited below.  

“Y/n can you just let me explain, please.” A hand was on your arm in an instant and you were being yanked to face your boyfriend, face still flushed, and belt undone from what you walked in on.

“There’s nothing to explain.” You said harshly while trying your best to hide your very visible tears. This wasn’t exactly the first time he had made you cry, not even the first time this week. However, the usual tears of sadness or frustration were now mixed with anger that was on a steady incline.

All your friends hated your boyfriend, but you constantly told them that they never saw the real him. He could be loving and sincere and passionate, but he also had a horrible temper, always had to be right, and was so secretive despite the entire year you had been together. Well, you supposed now you knew why, and it was the I told you so’s waiting at the bottom of those stairs that had you hesitating in the first place.

“Would you just listen to me- “His voice began to raise as you continued to stare at the ground, “Fucking look at me y/n!” Suddenly, his free hand grabbed your jaw forcing your face up to make eye contact with him.

You immediately flinched away at the painful touch, but his grip on your arm and face was enough that you couldn’t immediately break free. He was definitely drunk.

“Now, you’re going to fucking listen to me.” He said through clenched teeth, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath this close to your face. “You don’t understand she- “

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You jumped slightly at the sudden voice from behind you, having not heard who it was come up the stairs at all. Each word was enunciated clearly and although you’d never heard such pure hatred from him, you immediately recognized who it was and felt your face turn deep red.

The sudden interruption startled your boyfriend enough for him to drop your face from his grasp, and your guess was confirmed when you made eye contact with your close friend Seonghwa standing at the top of the stairs. At least you thought it was him, his face was nearly unrecognizable with the pure unfiltered rage painted across it.

“Seonghwa- “You started about to tell him you were okay and could handle it. For some reason you were more concerned with him seeing you like this than the situation at hand. He was your friend, and he’d seen you more than once after a bad fight with your ex, but he’d never witnessed one. Never knew that the fights you described as ‘not that big of a deal’ were parallels to this. You could still feel your cheeks burning as you tried to form some kind of sentence that would get him to let you deal with this alone.

“Or what?” Your boyfriend interrupted before you could get your words out, “Why don’t you mind your own fucking- “

You weren’t entirely sure how he moved so close without you realizing, but suddenly the pressure on your arm was gone and you heard a thud as your boyfriend’s head hit the wall and then another as his body hit the floor. Seonghwa’s touch was feather light as he placed an arm on your shoulder and ushered you down the stairs quickly while your boyfriend continued to shout after you.

“Fuck!” He screamed, “I think you broke my fucking nose!” You could hardly hear his final words as you were whisked away, Seonghwa still just barely touching you enough to keep you grounded as he guided you straight through the bodies on the main level and out the front door.

“Wait, was that Seonghwa and y/n?” You heard from a familiar voice as you two rushed by, but you were already on front steps of the house when you tried too glace over at who it was. Seonghwa stopped then and gently pushed a piece of solid plastic into your hand.

“My car is right across the street; give me a minute and I’ll be back to take you wherever you need to go- or you can just take it if you don’t feel comfortable with that.” Your mind was still trying to catch up to your feet as you blinked up at Seonghwa trying to register his words. “Sorry I couldn’t warm it up for you.” You felt a heaviness across your shoulders as he took off his jacket and placed it across them before turning and going back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Your body began to move on autopilot as you registered the sharp chill in the winter air, and you walked yourself to his car. On instinct you got in the passenger’s side and only once you put the key in the ignition and the heat kicked on did you finally registered everything that just happened.

Your boyfriend cheated on you, you had walked in on it, and now you were sitting in the car of the man- your friend- who just broke his nose and offered you to take his car if you needed to without a second thought.

Surprisingly, the tears had already dried up and been replaced with anger and some sort of humiliation. You let out a loud breath and buried your head in your hands trying to gather your thoughts.  

If you were being honest with yourself, you always suspected your boyfriend was not entirely faithful. When you confronted him in the past it had ended with you somehow being the one to apologize in tears. Back then he had yelled at you, asking how you could say you loved him but not trust him. It was the blind trust you gave him after that which landed you in this exact situation. Yeah, you were angry, so fucking angry, but also you were embarrassed that you never saw through that manipulation.

You were about two seconds from going back through that door to break another bone in his body, but when you looked out the window you saw Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yunho having a conversation outside and gesturing to the car you currently waited in. You ducked down on instinct before realizing it was 1. completely dark outside, and 2. the tint on these windows wouldn’t let them see in anyways.

Fuuuck. Everyone must know what happened now. This was just perfect. You buried your head in your hands for the second time and sighed deeply, still trying to fight the dizziness from the drinks on top of all this.

A light knock on the car window peaked your attention and you looked up to see Seonghwa standing there before rolling it down a bit for him.

“Okay if I join you in there?” He asked cautiously, his breath visible in the winter air. It was funny that he was asking permission to be let into his own car, but you just nodded in response, rolling up the window and unlocking the doors as he jogged around to the driver’s side and got in.

The cold air blew in just for a moment before Seonghwa closed the door and rubbed his hands together to warm them. It was just then that you remembered the jacket draped across your shoulders, the faint smell of vanilla and bourbon surrounding you. The air hung heavy as you weren’t sure what to say, what the hell is a person supposed to say in a situation like this? Thank you?

“So,” Seonghwa spoke softly breaking the silence before you attempted to, “Where to?”

Well, wasn’t that the million-dollar question. Your first instinct was home, but it only took a second for you to veto that decision thinking about your boyfriend’s stuff thrown about everywhere from the previous night he stayed over. That really only left one option this late into the night.

“Um, can you just take me to your place?” You asked meeting his gaze for the first time. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and his hair swept every which way probably from the wind, the party, and whatever else happened for the five minutes he left you alone.

His gaze softened the minute you met his eyes and finished your question before he replied, “Of course.”

The car was nearly silent aside from the faint music playing on the radio as he drove you through the city streets the short distance to his house. All of their house. You’d been their countless times before, and maybe it should’ve been the first red flag that your boyfriend never really cared how much time you spent at the household of eight other men, but everything was making more sense in hindsight.

You silently hoped the other members took their time before coming back home as you stared out the window. There’s no doubt they would all do their best to raise your spirits, but you might actually hurt Wooyoung if he said anything that even sounded like the words, “I told you so.”

Besides, out of the eight of them it was close, but Seonghwa was definitely who you were the best friends with. You spoke to him almost daily, and it was usually him who was the first to invite you over or along with the other guys on a night out. The few times you had stayed the night it was also Seonghwa’s bed who you opted to sleep in, not only because it was the cleanest and because he always offered to sleep on the couch, but because you were just simply the most comfortable with him.

The short drive came to an end in front of the house and Seonghwa quickly turned the car off to go around and open your door for you. It almost made you laugh as you glanced at his already bruising knuckles that he still made sure you didn’t open your own door.

You followed him up the familiar steps to the door and were greeted with darkness and silence when you stepped into the entry way. The faintest smile place on your lips as you acknowledged he must’ve been the last one out of the house for all the lights and electronics to be turned off.

The space by the front door was tight as he shut the door behind the two of you quickly to not let too much of the cold in. Silence hung in the air for a second as neither of you moved or spoke, not too sure what the most appropriate response to the past half hour would be.

The sadness had gone while you were still in the car, and now being removed from the situation in the gentle calm of their dark house, the anger was fading with it. The lingering feeling of hurt was what made you take the half step forward and close the distance between the two of you.

After just a moment’s hesitation, Seonghwa’s arms followed what your own did and wrapped around you tightly, pulling you in to his chest. A soft hum escaped your lips at the warmth and the smell of him. He was the definition of comfort, even after the violence you witnessed, there wasn’t anywhere you’d feel safer at this level of vulnerability.

“What do you think you need right now y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, “Anything at all and I’ll do it.”

Anything. He was willing to do anything for you right now.

“Honestly?” You started, breaking the hug slightly and looking up at him, “I think I just really want a shower.” And you did. You needed to remove any physical trace of this night from you and be done with it.

“Of course,” He smiled softly at you, “Just a sec.” With that he fully let go and walked down the hall to the door you knew was his. It was just moments before you heard the water running presumably heating up for you.

You followed the sound and light down the hall and stood in the doorway as Seonghwa laid down a small pile of clothes and towels for you on his bed. He looked up, seeming slightly flustered and said, “Sorry, I grabbed some clothes you might want to change in to… If you want, I can take any of the members clothes too, if those would be more comfortable?”

You offered him a slightly sleepy smile as the exhaustion from the evening wore down on you coupled with the humidity from the heating shower. “Yours are great Hwa, thank you.”

He smiled slightly and looked down before responding, “I’ll let you get to it then, just call for me if you need anything.”

A warm kind of sleepiness waved over you as you climbed into the hot shower, stinging slightly before your skin adjusted. You let the water wash over you for you don’t know how long before you explored the fancy soaps Seonghwa seemed to have a lot of and washed the evening off your body.

You frowned, noticing the slight bruise forming on your arm. Aggression wasn’t exactly a surprise from your ex-partner, but he’d never left a mark before. Your heart clenched slightly, a mix of emotions you didn’t fully understand flooding through you before you let out a long breath and physically shook the thoughts out of your head. It was definitely a bad idea to table these feelings for a later date, but you were allowed a few bad ideas after everything tonight.

You felt the water slowly beginning to go cold, bringing you out of your thoughts as you moved to turn the water off and step on to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

Oh fuck, you realized. You had left the towel and clothes Seonghwa laid out for you in his room. It wasn’t exactly a long distance between his bed and the door to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if he had left the room after you had.

“Hey, Seonghwa?” You asked raising your voice slightly.

“Yeah?” He answered back voice also slightly raised, but definitely still in the room. Thank God I didn’t just try to get it myself.

“Could you, uh, hand me the towel and clothes? I forgot to bring them in with me.” You responded.

There was silence for a moment before he said back, “Of course. Um do you just want me to set them outside the door and leave?”

“That’s okay,” you said opening the door just a bit to be able to grab them from him without him seeing your whole body. Puddles were beginning to form on the floor as he slowly complied and took a step toward the door, avoiding eye contact as he handed you the clothes.

“Thanks Hwa.” You said as you grabbed them from him and gently closed the door. He seemed to have given you oversized clothes on purpose for comfort, and as you put the shirt on you realized it could practically be a nightgown and opted just for that in the warmth of the house.

Steam escaped from the bathroom as you opened the door to find Seonghwa’s room now empty. The door was still open to the hall however, and you dried your hair as you walked down it. In the kitchen you found Seonghwa making tea in the dim light, him looking up as soon as you entered the threshold.

You followed his eyes as they made their way up your body, noting the choice in outfit before settling upon your own. “Oh, uh, I figured you’d be pretty tired, so I was just making some tea.” He said realizing the moment of silence and gesturing to the cup in his hand. The was a heartbeat more of silence before he started again, “This is definitely a stupid question, but are you okay?” His eyes met yours, brows slightly knit together in concern.

“Honestly?” You spoke softly, “Right now I feel more embarrassed than anything.”

His mouth moved as he searched for the words to tell you there was no reason to feel that way, but you cut him off before he could form a full sentence, “I know. I know I shouldn’t be. Just- the more I think about it, the more stupid I feel for never fully realizing it. Yeah, it still hurt, and if I keep thinking about it I get stupidly angry, but I’m not upset- not sad. Just embarrassed.”

Seonghwa just stared at you for a moment as you fought the urge to look away from him. The concern still showed across his face along with a slight sadness. He set down the tea he’d been unconsciously holding this whole time and took the few steps to cross the kitchen to you. Although you had initiated the hug before, his arms were still slightly hesitant as they wrapped around you, pulling you in tight. You immediately leaned into the embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“If you feel embarrassed then I should too” He spoke softly stroking a hand down your drying hair. You went to look up at him in confusion, but he pulled you in tighter as he continued, “You’re my best friend and it’s my job to protect you. No one thought he was capable of this, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize he was before he hurt you.” The last of his words were nearly a whisper, but they hit you hard.

If you had any tears left to cry you were sure they’d be pricking at your eyes right now. You didn’t know if you’d ever felt this kind of love from a person before in your entire life.

“Ya know,” You spoke quietly into his chest, “You’re kinda perfect Hwa.”

It wasn’t a lie. Sure, all of your other friends would be there for you if you asked right now, and they could probably cheer you up within the night, but no one could be there like Seonghwa was.

You gave him a final squeeze before pulling away from the hug, your arms still on his but now able to see his whole face. His cheeks had turned a slight shade of pink as he looked down at you, eyes shifting between your own and somewhere lower on your face.

“You should lay down,” He said suddenly taking in a breath and pulling away from you to the abandoned tea on the counter, “I’ll clean up real quick and come say goodnight.”

You nodded slowly, already feeling chilly from the absence of his heat, before turning to walk down the hall again to his room. You were sure the alcohol was all but out of your system at this point, but the interaction still somehow left you feeling light headed. Laying down was definitely the best idea, even if you were now the most awake you had been all night.

Once you reached the room you immediately climbed into bed, the room lit only by the lamp on his bedside. You sunk into the soft warm mattress and your heartrate immediately slowed as the tension in your body eased. Cuddling in to the blankets, you took in a deep breath and were welcomed by that familiar scent. Vanilla and bourbon. Seonghwa.

As if your thoughts summoned him, the sound of your friend setting the cup of tea on the bedside table made you open your eyes.

“Try to drink it before you fall asleep,” He smiled softly down at you, “Don’t want a hangover on top of all this."

You breathed out a small laugh and you nodded, taking a sip of the warm sweet liquid before setting it back down and laying back again. The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he watched you. His eyes were on your face, but you could tell he was zoning out slightly from the glaze over them you often saw when he was deep in thought.

“Would you…” You spoke up softly, “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

You felt a sudden flutter in your chest as you waited for his reply. The words had left your mouth before you had thought them entirely through, and you were growing anxious of his answer with every heartbeat of silence.

Before you could laugh and play it off like you were just joking, he made soft eye contact with you and simply nodded. You watched him reach for the lamp before turning the light off and going around the bed to lay gently beside you. As you felt the mattress sink down you turned to face him in the darkness. For some reason, the flutter had turned in to a now pounding in your chest.

Despite agreeing to your request, you could still sense his hesitation as he was barely brushing against you. Slowly, you moved closer to him, giving him the opportunity to speak up if this wasn’t comfortable. But no such protests came as you laid your head on his chest and slid your arm around his waist, not being able to completely ignore the warm hardness you felt underneath.

He let out a soft hum while wrapping his arms around you as well, his hand finding its way to your hair before he began stroking it softly.

How could a single person be so soothing? You couldn’t help it when a sigh of pure comfort escaped your lips against him. The scent of him was so pleasant it was making you dizzy. Had he always smelled this good? Had he always felt this good? You moved slightly to cuddle into him deeper and could suddenly feel his heart raging in his chest under your touch.

You took in a sharp breath as a chill went through your body. It was just a heartbeat later that you realized what else you could feel in this new position. Your leg had wrapped around his lower half, and amongst the softness of his sweatpants and blankets you could feel something hard pressing against your thigh.

Maybe it was to distract yourself from this horrible day, or maybe it was to give in to something you were slowly realizing you’d been ignoring for a while, but you held your breath as you let your hips roll slightly against his, the throbbing in your core becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Seonghwa let out a hardly even audible moan that he had clearly tried to hold in. The result was something that came out almost as a whimper. You let out the breath you had been holding at that sound and couldn’t help but roll of your hips slowly against him again.

This was definitely a horrible idea. You had experienced so many emotions in the past few hours that you weren’t thinking straight, that had to be it. This was your best friend, and you could ruin yet another relationship tonight if you go through with this.

It was the slight breathy moan and jerk of his hips he let out in response to your actions that changed your mind in an instant. This was Seonghwa. Yes, he was your best friend. He was there for you through your entire shitty relationship, always taking your side, always cheering you up, always happy for you and never overstepping his boundaries. Did it make you so horrible, after everything that had happened tonight, to wish that he would’ve overstepped by now? That he would’ve given in to stares you had caught him in without him noticing time and time again? That he would’ve stayed those nights before when he left you to sleep in his bed alone?

Before you could fully decide an answer to that question, you let your hand toy with the hem of his shirt, shaking slightly as you slid it underneath and up his toned abdomen. Your touch was feather light and he shuddered just slightly at the movement. His shirt had ridden up around his waist as you made your way to his chest and felt that intense pounding under his soft flesh.

The room was silent aside from his deep breathing as you moved your head to look up at him. Only the slightest bit of light pouring in from the night streets lit the room and it took your eyes a moment to adjust before seeing the full picture of Seonghwa before you. His round eyes stared intensely at you, lips slightly parted with heavy breaths escaping them, and a flush across his cheeks as you thought you’d never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life.

That was the last thought to cross your mind before you let your body take over and finally moved to meet the lips you always found yourself unconsciously staring at during any odd conversation.

There was a half second of hesitation on your end as your eyes shifted between his and his mouth. It was him that closed the final distance between you two, a hand now on your face as he pulled you in to a deep and soft kiss. The dizziness from before immediately returned as you allowed yourself to melt completely into him. His lips were just as soft as they looked.

He moved carefully, his body now pressed against yours, legs intertwined. It was his hips this time that he rolled slowly against your own. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the movement, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

You tried to continue desperately, but he backed away just slightly enough to make you open your eyes in confusion. Looking up at him anxiously, his eyes filled with intensity and desire scanned your whole face before he spoke “Are you sure y/n? We don’t have to do this.”

You heart clenched at his words. You’d done too good of a job at suppressing the feelings you now allowed to rise to the surface. “I’m sure, Hwa.” You leaned in to give him another soft kiss, “I think I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

His eyebrows knit together slightly at your words as he bit his lip. It was a look of pure want. Pure desperation and desire. In a second his lips were crashing back on yours with a new intensity you matched quickly.

His tongue was swiping across your bottom lip asking for entry as he moved his hands down your body and rolled you on to his lap, you now straddling him on the bed. Your lips parted slightly as a moan escaped them, now fully feeling his hard length pressed against your already aching core. He took this as permission and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as you did the same, now steadily grinding your hips down on his.

He groaned into the kiss as you feverishly began moving away, kissing his cheek, down his jaw line and to throat. His hands immediately shot to your hips as he was now grinding up into you while letting out restrained breathy moans.

“Oh my god y/n…” He breathed out closing his eyes tightly as you sucked on him just slightly, “You have no idea how long…ah!” he sucked in a sharp breath as you bit down where you’d been sucking, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at his words and suddenly the friction from this was not enough. You were going to go absolutely crazy if you didn’t feel him inside you.

“Yeah?” You purred slightly against his neck and raised your lip to his ear, “How long Hwa?” You whispered almost begging the answer out of him and looking over to make eye contact.

Your hair hung down between the two of you, and his hands moved from their position on your hips to brush it back so he could look you in the eyes as he responded, “Since the first day I saw you.” His tone had turned soft, “Before I knew about him, before I really knew you, I saw you and thought that is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It was an unfortunate development that you were just as beautiful on the inside.” He smiled finishing his sentence.

A rush of pure bliss ran through you as the words left his lips and sunk in. You knew he wanted you, could see the pleading in his eyes and tension in his touch, but those words were the final nail in the coffin. You leaned in and let your lips lay on his, hoping he could feel the passion and love behind them before whimpering against them, “Please, please make love to me Seonghwa.”

Something broke in him at the words he’d only dreamt of pouring from your lips as a deep sound escaped his throat. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not flip you over and take you right then. Instead, he gently guided you off him and climbed on top before brushing your hair from your face, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and replying, “I will baby girl. After this.”

With that, he moved himself down your body slowly, dragging his hands along every contour and curve before he settled with his head between your thighs, those big round eyes shifting slightly darker, hungry. You moved your hand down and let it rest on the side of his face, him moving to meet your touch and kissing your palm softly.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Hwa.” You let out in a breath, the desperation in your voice extremely evident. He moved his arms under the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and squeezed softly, exploring your soft and warm flesh. His face moved from your touch on to one of your bare thighs, just inches away from the core you now felt was absolutely soaked.

“I’m never letting you take this shirt off ever again.” He breathed out in between open mouth kisses up your thighs, keeping his eyes on you. His hands kneaded softly into your hips as he found the hem of your underwear and slipped them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His face was now at eye level with your needy cunt, and it took everything in you not to buck your hips as his hot breath.

“Plea-“ Before you could even finish the word Seonghwa was licking a fat stripe up your folds, then settling his tongue on your clit and sucking gently. A gasp escaped you at the sudden stimulation and your hand shot to his hair, pulling him in deeper into you.

A groan from him vibrated your aching clit, and the room was soon filled with your nonstop noises of pleasure. His tongue moved in just the right ways as he sucked and flicked it against your bud. You and the other members always teased him for the way he used his tongue on stage, but as it turns out it wasn’t all just for show.

“Fuck- Hwa.” You groaned out receiving a hum of pleasure from his against your core from hearing the sound of his name on your lips.

Suddenly, one of the arms he had wrapped around your thighs released its grip before you felt one of his long fingers curling inside you in rhythm with the way you were now grinding against his face. You cried out, whimpers mixing with panting breaths.

It was barely a minute before he was adding a second inside you, curling them up with every thrust to hit your most sensitive spot every single time. Your head had been thrown back in pleasure this whole time, but you now looked down to see he hadn’t taken his eyes off you for a moment. Studying your face through narrowed eyes making sure these were all cries of pleasure and not pain.

Your cheeks burned slightly at the vulnerability of the moment, but more than anything his lust filled gaze caused that familiar tightness to build up in your core.

“Hwa-“ You breathed out continuing to grind down on his fingers, “I’m gonna-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as a gasp escaped your lips with the entering of a third finger now inside you.

Despite your grip on his hair, Seonghwa raised his head, lips swollen and red, his face glistening in your wetness, “I know baby,” He panted slightly as he caught his breath, “Cum on my fingers, cum on my face, just like that.” His lips returned to your sensitive nub just as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, clenching hard on his still pumping fingers, hips rising off the bed as you rode out your orgasm against him.

Seonghwa mirrored your pace, and it wasn’t until you were still and panting that he removed his fingers and used his tongue to gently taste your orgasm, careful not to overstimulate you.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.” He said, head rising from legs to give you a gentle kiss on the lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

You were still panting slightly as your hand tangled in his hair again, pulling him deeply in to a kiss he only meant to be sweet. You’d never felt this type of insatiability with anyone before. It’s like you were intoxicated all over again just by him. Even though you were still throbbing from your first orgasm, you were already reaching down to feel him through his sweatpants, him moaning into the kiss sharply at the sensation.

Your hand moved roughly against him, his hips meeting your touch to create more pressure as he let out soft moans still into your mouth. “Y/n-“ he panted out, “It’s okay, I don’t need-“ His words were cut short by his own moaning as your hand moved up and then down again to slide past the waistband of his pants and boxers, fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.

You immediately began stroking up and down quickly, the sounds he made motivating you even more as his head fell against your chest and he gave in to your touch completely. Normally, you’d be taking your time right now, teasing and stroking and kissing him. But it was almost as if having one orgasm made your need for him worse, the need to feel what this thing could do when his hands had already accomplished better than you’d ever had.

You pulled his cock fully out of his pants, and he helped you slide them down while you tugged his shirt off, the blanket falling off you two as well. Seonghwa’s shirt still remained on your body, but he was now hovering over you completely naked, your hand still pumping his cock as you looked down to see the length you’d been stroking.

Holy fuck. You nearly let out a moan as you took in the sheer size of him. Seonghwa’s dick was absolutely huge. Huge to the point that you were now wondering how it was going to fit inside of you, and you were audibly whimpering at the thought.

“What is it baby girl? What do you want?” He asked softly caressing your face as you stroked him desperately, eyebrows knit together in a silent plea. It was insane that he was the one being touched, not you, and yet your composure was worse than his. Still, he was letting out soft moans and curses each time you tightened your grip on him.

“Please Hwa-“ You panted, “I need you inside of me.” The words came out as a whimper again and you saw Seonghwa’s eyes half roll back at your words. He took in a deep breath trying to stay calm as he moved your hand from his cock and moved maybe a little too eagerly to position himself in line with your orgasm soaked core.

Slowly, you felt him against your wetness, rubbing up and down twice before pushing inside you inch by inch. The moans you both let out were practically pornographic as his cock bottomed out inside you and you tried to adjust to his huge member. You could see the slight pain in his face as he held himself back from moving before you were ready.

There was a slight darkness behind his eyes from the moment he had kissed you for the first time, and you fully realized it was a conscious effort for him to be gentle with you right now. The thought, along with the adjustment time you’d already taken, led to you moving your hips slightly in to his, letting him know you were ready.

His eyes were watching every inch of your face as he pulled out slowly before rolling his hips back in at the same pace, falling in to a slow and steady rhythm. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure racking through your body as he continued to fill every inch of you, and your hands squeezed his strong arms as he steadily quickened his pace.

“Good baby,” He purred to you, “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well baby girl.”

You wanted to say words, wanted to let him know that you could stay right here in this moment for the rest of your life if given the choice, but his words and gaze mixed with his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust had you letting out a slew of curse words before repeating his name over and over again not able to form a full thought.

“Shhh, I know baby, I know.” He said caressing the side of your face while speeding up his pace again, now thrusting into you deep and hard causing your moans to go almost silent. You’d always heard of people being fucked out, but this is the first time you’d ever experienced something close to it yourself. All you knew right now was Seonghwa’s cock pounding deep inside of you, shaping your cunt to him, you weren’t sure if you could even recall your own name if he asked.

Wetness pricked at your eyes from sheer pleasure now and you couldn’t hold back as you moaned out, “Fuuuuck.” That tightness was beginning to build in your core again as words continued to pour from your mouth, “Please- cum inside me Hwa, please.” Your words were broken up by breaths and whimpers and moans, but you needed him right now. You needed him to make you his.

A near growl escaped his lips and almost sent you tumbling over the edge as he was now pounding into you fast and hard. He was panting, face flushed, and eyebrows knit together as he reached his hand down and rubbed fast circles in your clit, causing you to arch your back and cry out in response. “Cum with me baby girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!“ You cried out his name as you gave in and let your orgasm began to shatter through you. You grip on him tightened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you and you let yourself breath out “I love you.”

That was the final thing to take him right over the edge with you. His lips crashed against yours as you both let out stifled moans, riding out your orgasms fully against each other. The hot ropes of cum that painted your walls were slowly leaking out of you as your thrusts against each other began to slow. It was only when you both fully stopped, exhaustion finally coming back over you, that he broke the kiss and panted, head resting on your chest with your hand in his hair.

There was a minute without words as you both caught your breath, but when the room began to fall silent, he spoke up first. His head rose from its spot and his dark eyes shined at you as he smiled lazily and said, “I’ve loved you for a very long-time y/n.”

You felt your cheeks heat despite everything that had just happened this was the think to make you the most shy. The smile that spread across your lips was wide as you stroked the side of his face gently and responded, “Thanks for waiting for me Hwa.”

“Sorry I didn’t make you fall for me sooner.” He responded, smiling at the words and slight amusement shining in his eyes. You let out a laugh and gently shoved him for the cheesy line.

“Shit, fuck- ow! Why is it so goddamn dark in here?”

“Would you shut the fuck up? She’s probably sleeping!”

The familiar voices of Mingi and Wooyoung drifted down the hall from the front room as both you and Seonghwa jumped slightly before letting out a soft laugh.

“We should definitely get you cleaned up before one of them busts down that door to come check on you.” Seonghwa said sitting up and pulling his sweatpants back on, smile still plastered across his face.

“Or you could lock the door and we could go for round two.” You spoke out half teasing, you weren’t sure if your body could even handle that right now.

“Oh, I’m going to have my hands full with you huh?” Seonghwa half whispered leaning down so his face was just inches from yours.

You leaned in and kissed him deeply before moving yourself to get off the bed and make your way to the bathroom, “Oh please,” You smiled, “Don’t act like you already didn’t before.”

 Tiny completely self-serving epilogue because I want to write more of the other members:

 Seonghwa couldn’t keep the stupid smile off his face as he watched you saunter in to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. He had to restrain himself from following you through it and taking you again in the shower, and instead threw his shirt back on and drank the rest of the now cold tea, trying anything to clear his mind before greeting the men he knew were anxiously waiting in the other room.

This was nowhere near how he thought his night would go. In fact, he almost bailed on the party earlier in the night not wanting to see your douchebag of an ex drunk with his hands all over you. Despite everything that just occurred, he still felt a wave of hot rage come over him remembering the earlier events of the evening. It was Jongho, if he remembered correctly, that had to hold him back from breaking more bones in your ex’s body when he reentered that house alone.

Seonghwa stood up and shook the thoughts out of his head, grounding himself back in the current moment as he heard the faucet in the bathroom and you brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you kept over at his place. The smile crept back up on his face at that and he moved to leave the room and walk down the hall to where the member waited.

Just about every light was on in the house now, and he could tell the seven other men were trying, and failing, at their best efforts to keep quiet. He now stood in the doorway, all seven of them sprawled out on the couches, some appearing much more sober than others.

As soon as they noticed Seonghwa they quieted down and San spoke up first, “How is she?” he asked, an already half asleep Wooyoung resting his head in his lap.

“She’s-“ He began to speak but was immediately cut off.

“Holy shit.” Mingi half chuckled out likely noticing Seonghwa’s still flushed face and sweaty hair. He seemed to be one of the more intoxicated members. “Did you guys’ fuck?” He asked in a loud whisper, tone showing absolute disbelief. 

“Would you keep it the fuck down?” Yunho half yelled half whispered to Mingi before realizing what he had said, studying Seonghwa for a moment, and adding, “Wait... did you?”

Pure shock shown on all of the men’s faces and even Wooyoung perked up at the question. Seonghwa couldn’t help it as he felt his ears begin to burn a deep red and forced out with a smile on his lips, “It’s none of your guy’s business.”

His response received a scoff from a few of the members still in disbelief. The last thing they had seen was Seonghwa dragging you through the party before coming back, having to be pulled back from literally murdering your ex, and then explaining the situation to the members before leaving. He’d asked them to stay out for a while so you weren’t overwhelmed with all of them at once and they happily agreed to giving you whatever space you might need. This was the last thing any of them expected to come home to.

“Holy shit Seonghwa.” Hongjoong laughed out, shaking his head in disbelief. Seonghwa’s cheeks were now matching the shade of his ears.

“I mean it was about time.” Wooyoung slightly slurred out earning his a slight slap from San, “What?! We were all thinking it!” He finished looking around the room.

“Y/n and Seonghwaaaaa! How cuuute!” Okay, so it was definitely Yeosang who was the drunkest tonight.

“Keep it down! She definitely doesn’t want us talking about her like this.” Jongho said shoving Yeosang who simply gave in to the push and fell to lay down on the couch, slightly giggling.

The sound of his door opening down the hall stopped any of them from speaking any more as you made your way softly down the hall until you were standing next to Seonghwa.

You’d gotten completely ready for bed now, still wearing his shirt but also throwing on a pair of his boxers before coming to greet the other members. They’d all seen you at varying degrees of clothed before, but it felt different now. You didn’t want them to be allowed to see you the way Seonghwa was allowed to, and as you came in to the room he noted your extra choice of clothing. Something within him went absolutely crazy at that detail realizing your exact thoughts.

You’d decided before you even left the room that you didn’t care if the members knew. You knew Hwa would never betray your trust and outright tell them, but they were family and one look at his post fuck appearance and you knew they’d be calling him out. That was the exact reason you allowed yourself to snake your arms around Seonghwa from behind, pulling him in to a back hug before simply saying, “Hey guys.”

All the members stared back at you two in shock, Seonghwa’s hands instinctually reaching to hold yours on his abdomen despite his slightly shocked reaction as well.

“Heeeeey y/n.” Yeosang said to you in a sing songy voice causing you to chuckle slightly and come to the same realization Hwa did about his level of sobriety. Jongho shoved him down again and again he didn’t fight it.

You let out another laugh which seamed to ease some of the tension in the room as a few members let out one of their own.

“Sorry,” You spoke again, “I’d love to catch up but I’m about sixty seconds from falling asleep.” You explained to the men sitting in front of you, “So I’m just going to take Seonghwa and go to bed.” Before they could fully register your words you were tugging slightly at Seonghwa’s shirt, getting him to follow you back down the hall to the bedroom.

“Goodnight you twooo! Hey- OW!” This time it was Wooyoung’s voice and then yelp that followed you two down the hall.

“I’d apologize for their behavior, but you know them just as well as I do so I’m sure you saw that coming.” Seonghwa smiled down at you as he shut the door, muffling the now arguing voices of the members in the living room.

“Honestly it went smoother than I expected.” You laughed grabbing his hand and dragging him down in to the bed with you.

You immediately intertwined your bodies again, feeling completely at peace in his arms, the earlier events of the evening nearly wiped from your mind at this level of exhaustion and comfort.

Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and the last thing you heard before falling completely unconscious in his arms were the words, “I love you y/n. Goodnight.”