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The Queen-Park Seonghwa

[Demon!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, sexting (mentioned), oral (fem recieving) dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, sex demon!seonghwa, Hwa has a big dick, praise kink, swearing, pet names used: princess, sweetheart, baby, hair pulling, hickeys, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it, reader gets called a good girl

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The Joker-Jung Wooyoung

[Demon!Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!reader, Sex Demon!Wooyoung, Dirty talk, nightclubs, possesive Wooyoung, reader is referred to as 'my love,' by Wooyoung, unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it

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"You're going to summon Wooyoung to ask him to go to a club with you?"

You sighed at Hongjoong's words, nodding as you swiped some sparkly eyeshadow over your eyelids. The demon was sitting in Seonghwa's lap, the two of them on your bed. They'd come to visit you together, now that they could. You'd learned that the two of them liked doing a lot of things together, including you. "Yes, and I'm not appreciating this judgemental voice you've got going on Hongjoong. Seonghwa thinks it's a good idea, right?"

"I mean. I don't know if I'd necessarily call it a good idea sweetheart. But Wooyoung will definitely be a good time," Seonghwa was running his fingers through Hongjoong's hair gently, "besides Wooyoung is a fantastic dancer. He's got those dancer hips."

You laughed and hummed softly to yourself as you finished off your eye makeup, "And, all Eric's friends will be there with their sexy dates, I need a sexy date of my own. Who better than Wooyoung?"

"Um," Hongjoong gestured between him and Seonghwa, hoping you'd be able to see it through the vanity mirror, "us? We're sexy too."

"You're very sexy Joong I agree, but you were the one that told me I should be summoning you guys more often remember? And Hwa told me that Wooyoung doesn't like to wait, so I'm not keeping him waiting."

Hongjoong grumbled "I did say that I guess."

You laughed and shook your head, turning to face the men. "Next time Hongjoong, I promise."

You'd never tell Hongjoong or Seonghwa that there was another reason you were summoning Wooyoung that night. Since you'd first summoned Seonghwa you'd been doing a bit more research of your own as to what exactly your boys were, who this enchantress was and how exactly you were going to stop them from having to start a new contract all over again after you'd summoned San. Everything seemed to be a dead end. You couldn't find much about the enchantress, not even in advertisements for the carnival, nor could you find much information about demons that matched the descriptions of yours. It seemed impossible to get answers.

At least that was until you'd called Wooyoung.

He'd become almost your confidant in all of this. As much as he liked to talk he also was a great listener and he happily sat there listening through the phone as you complained over the fact that you couldn't help them out of this situation.

Until he'd offered a solution. He knew where the enchantress was. At least, he knew where she lived and assumed that she would at least be there once-ish a week. And he'd tell you when you summoned him, too scared one of the others would overhear him.

And that was what you would do tonight. The club was mostly a cover so Hongjoong didn't get suspicious but you really were going there with Eric and his friends. It was just the last thing on your mind.

You finished your hair and makeup and stood up, making you way over to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, gently plucking the card out of Seonghwa's fingers.

"I suppose you'll want us to head off then?"

You nodded, smiling softly and leaning down to peck both Seonghwa and Hongjoong's lips, "Thank you. I promise we'll be safe and behave."

"We know you'll behave princess," Hongjoong smiled, stroking your cheek gently, "it's Wooyoung who we're worried about."

"I'll make sure he behaves."

The men laughed softly and each kissed you once more before they disappeared and you were alone once again. You checked yourself in your mirror once more before flipping the card over three times, beaming when Wooyoung materialised in front of you.

"You called?"

You rolled eyes with a laugh and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug "You came!"

"You were expecting someone else?" He laughed, patting your hair, "Of course it was me."

"Shut up," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Thank you for doing all of this for me."

"Going to a nightclub? It's not exactly out of my comfort zone."

You pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I know," he grinned and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, waving it in front of your face. "I'll give it to you after yeah? So we can have some fun when we're out."

You sighed but nodded. Wooyoung was right. You wouldn't be able to focus on anything but finding the enchantress if he gave you that paper now, and you deserved to have some fun, you both did. "Okay, you ready?"

He nodded and tucked the paper back in his pocket "Always."

~

Eric and his friends were already at the club when you and Wooyoung arrived and he bounded over to you both, throwing his arms around you, "Y/n! You're here," he raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung "with not Hongjoong."

You laughed and patted Eric's back, pulling out of the hug "No, this is Wooyoung. Wooyoung, this is Eric, my best friend."

Wooyoung nodded in recognition "Ah, Eric. Hongjoong's told me about you."

Realisation flashed through Eric's eyes and he mouthed a 'sexy demon?' At you before turning back to Wooyoung. "All good things I hope. Here, come with me so that you can meet everyone else," Eric led you both over to the small group sitting around a table. You slid into a chair next to one of Eric's friends Felix and waved at everyone else, having met them all before. "Guys, this is y/n, my best friend, you should all remember her. If you don't I'll have to cut you off. And this is Wooyoung, y/n's..."

"Boyfriend," Wooyoung finished Eric's sentence, flashing a wink your way "I'm her boyfriend."

Eric looked between the two of you for a bit before nodding, "Yes, her boyfriend. Wooyoung, this is Felix, Jisung, Sunwoo and Juyeon."

Wooyoung gave them all a wave before sitting down next to you "Nice to meet you guys."

Conversation seemed to flow between you all easily after that. Wooyoung was such a social butterfly and he seemed to get along with everyone well. He'd placed his hand on your thigh after he'd sat down and kept it there throughout the whole conversation, thumb rubbing across the skin gently. You didn't mind it, in fact you found it quite comforting, if a little distracting to your conversation with Felix.

Wooyoung tapped gently on your thigh and nodded his head to the dancefloor when you looked at him, "want to go dance?"

You nodded and stood up, letting Wooyoung lead you to the middle of the dancefloor and pull you close, beginning to sway you to the music, "I like them. Eric's friends, him too."

"Good," you had to raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music, "I think they like you to."

"Everyone likes me y/n."

You raised an eyebrow "Is that so?"

"I think you'll find it is yes. I have that natural charisma about me."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung's neck, "You sure that's not just because you're a sex demon?"

Wooyoung moved closer to you until he was pressed right up against you, his lips fanning over yours, "as your boyfriend, I am hurt by the lack of faith you have in my natural charms."

"Who said anything about you being my boyfriend Wooyoung."

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa are your boyfriends aren't they?"

You blushed so deeply at the question that you were sure Wooyoung could see it through the colourful lights of the club, "They aren't."

"Don't tell them that y/n, you'll break their hearts," Wooyoung was so close to you that you could feel every movement of his hips against yours as he danced.

"We've never spoken about it. I guess we should though..." of course you wanted Hongjoong and Seonghwa to be your boyfriends. You wanted them all to be your boyfriends. "Besides, I didn't think you had hearts."

"Oh we do have hearts... and mine?" He chuckled deeply and leaned to whisper in your ear, "mine burns for you."

You gasped at his words and Wooyoung pulled back with a grin to begin peppering kisses down your neck. It suddenly felt like the two of you were the only people on the dancefloor. Like all the other patrons had melted away. Like Eric and his friends weren't cheering for you. Like Felix wasn't cheering a little less than the others. Like there was no one in the world but you and Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung," you whispered, fingers curling into the front of his silky shirt.

"Just say the words my love," he spoke in between kisses, "just tell me that you desire me and I'm all yours."

You arched your body impossibly closer to his and nodded "I desire you Wooyoung."

Wooyoung grinned and pulled away from you, leading you off the dance floor and to and unoccupied area of the club, immediately pressing his lips to yours with a desperate hunger. His kisses were messy and hot and passionate and they made your head spin. It really felt like he couldn't get enough of you and he wanted you to feel the same. He wanted to fill your head with the thought of him so all you could think was Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.

And you kissed him back with just as much passion and want, fingers twisting through his hair and tugging to bring him impossibly closer to you. "Wooyoung please," you whispered in between desperate kisses, grinding your hips up to meet his.

"Please what my love?" He grinned wickedly, slipping his thigh between your legs and prompting you to grind down in it, "want me to touch you? Right here in this hallway where anyone could see us?"

You nodded quickly, dragging your clothed cunt against his thigh and whimpering quietly at how nice the pressure felt "Please Wooyoung...Please touch me."

He smiled again and nodded before pushing up your dress and sliding down your panties, his fingers sliding over your already wet lips and circling your clit "Gonna let me fuck you my love? Let me bury my cock in your sweet pussy and make you cum all over me right here? Would you like that?"

You nodded and Wooyung smiled as his slipped his fingers down to your entrance, only to find out that he could fit two in with absolutely no resistance, you moaning against his lips.

"Oh? Did someone already fuck you my love? Was it Hongjoong? Or Seonghwa? I know they were with you before you summoned me," there was a slight edge to his voice, but it was more playful than anything. He had no problem with sharing you with his lovers, it was sharing you with anyone outside of that which set Wooyoung's teeth on edge.

"Both," you moaned, clenching around Wooyoung's fingers, "they both fucked me."

"Yeah? Did they do a good job? Stretch you out nice and good for me?"

"Yeah, they did. They're so..." you were cut of by a moan as Wooyoung curled his fingers inside of you "big."

"I know, they're so fucking big my love. You know who else is so fucking big? Me."

You nodded, clenching around his fingers, "Please fuck me Woo, please."

"As you wish." Wooyoung removed his fingers from your pussy and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of it's confines, stroking it a few times. Your mouth dropped open as you watched him, he was certainly not lying about being big. "You ready y/n?"

"Please, please. I'm ready. Fuck we Wooyoung please."

He grinned and slid his hard cock along your wet lips before slipping inside of you with a groan. "So wet my love, gripping me so well...fuck! You feel so so good."

"Please move Woo, please."

And Wooyoung obliged, beginning to fuck into you with passion. His thrusts were precise and in that moment you realised Seonghwa was right, Wooyoung did have dancer's hips. He fucked into you hard and fast, drawing every moan, gasp and cry of his name from your lips. His fingers were relentless on your clit, drawing quick circles.

"That's it my love, keep moaning like that for me, let them all know who's fucking you so well." The edge to his voice was back, but it was much less playful then last time and his thrusts increased in speed, if that was even possible. "Like Felix, couldn't fucking keep his eyes off of you."

You didn't have time to process Wooyoung's words when he was fucking you so so well and you were so so close to tipping over the edge.

"You want to let him know who's fucking you so well my love? Come on, scream my name while you cum around me."

You came with a cry of Wooyoung's name, arching up into him as your pussy clenched sporadically around him. The feeling of it made Wooyoung reach his orgasm, groaning deeply as he spilled into you, forehead pressed against your own. "Fuck so good lovely, so so fucking good."

You sighed softly, patting Wooyoung's hair, "You too Wooyoung. Filled me up so well." You could feel Wooyoung grin into your neck and he kissed it gently.

"Thank you my love." Wooyoung slipped himself out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and then sliding your panties up your legs, kissing your thigh softly. "Want me to take you home now?"

You nodded, "Yes please Woo."

He smiled softly and kissed your lips "Alright. Let's get you home."

~

You woke up the next morning without Wooyoung in your bed despite the fact that you'd gone to sleep with him the night prior. You understood though, you hadn't woken up with Hongjoong or Seonghwa when you'd first summoned them so you expected it was something they just did.

It didn't make waking up alone hurt any less though.

You rolled into the space Wooyoung had been occupying the night before with a soft sigh, pressing your face into the pillow to try and breathe in some of Wooyoung's scent, only to come face to face with a piece of paper. You frowned and sat up, looking at the small note which was sitting on your pillow, the neat scrawl on the front reading: My Love

You smiled and opened it, a small piece of paper slipping out. You ignored for now it in favour of reading the letter.

My dearest y/n,

Please don't be sad that I'm not there when you wake up, I would give nothing more but Hongjoong says we can't stay the night until after we've had our first turn. It sucks and I don't know why that's the rule, but it is.

Anyway, just wanted to say that while I really appreciate what you're doing for us, please be careful. I am the last person to be lecturing you on safety, but the enchantress is dangerous even for us and we're literally demons. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.

Her address is on a separate piece of paper. According to some of my sources she leaves at nine every morning and gets back at about two pm.

Please be careful my love.

I adore you,

Your Wooyoung

You grinned as you picked up the separate piece of paper, squealing "Yes yes yes!! Thank you Wooyoung you gorgeous man you!"

You were going to find the enchantress. You were going to find out why the boys were under this contract with her. You were going to find out how to get them out of it.

You were going to make sure you didn't lose them.

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The Ace-Jeong Yunho

[Demon!Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, slight angst, dirty talk, the smut scene in this is super self indulgent please forgive me, crying, oral (Fem recieving), edging mentions of losing one's memories, petnames: little dove, baby, sweet thing, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap, big dick!yunho, kind of a size kink? If you squint, also kind of a hand kink? If you squint again

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You'd been visiting the Enchantress' house every day since Wooyoung had given you her address. You hadn't gone in just yet, too nervous about what would happen if you did. Wooyoung had seemed very nervous in his letter to you and as much as you wanted to know more, if Wooyoung of all people was concerned then that was enough to make you more than wary.

But not today. No today you were throwing all inhibitions out of the window and finally going to knock on the Enchantress' door in the hope of finally getting the answers you were hoping for.

So here you were, ringing the doorbell of the lavender town house where the woman resided. The soft purple was a stark contrast to the stark white of the houses other side of it and you briefly wondered how you'd never noticed any of these houses before. They were very pretty, almost picturesque and you weren't the type of person to miss things, especially not an entire row of town houses. Eric would miss them though...perhaps he was rubbing off on you.

Before you could really delve too deep into how exactly you'd missed a street full of houses for years the soft purple door swung open and you were face to face with the women from the carnival, the enchantress. She hummed softly, looking you over before nodding.

"I was wondering when you would finally pluck up the courage to ring the doorbell little dove."

Your eyes widened "You were?"

"Oh yes. I've been expecting you for weeks little dove. It did take you longer than I expected to summon Wooyoung, but no matter, you're still here." She stepped into the house and motioned for you to enter. You did, looking at her warily.

"You knew about Wooyoung?"

"Of course I did. How do you think Wooyoung got my address? His source works for me little dove, this was all part of the plan."

"And what exactly is the plan?" The Enchantress laughed and led you to her living room. The room was filled with plush lavender couches and deep purple rugs. She motioned for you to sit and you did, folding your hands in your lap. She sat across from you, picking up a tea cup in front of her and taking a sip.

"To get you to come here of course. What is it you wish to know little dove?"

"Why are the boys contracted to you? Why are they contracted to me? How do I get them out of your contract?"

"where to begin? Where to begin?" She hummed softly, delicate fingers tapping the teacup, "I suppose we'll start from your first questions."

You nodded "please."

She tapped the teacup again, nails clicking melodically against the china, before speaking. "You know they're involved with each other yes?"

"Yes, Hongjoong told me when I summoned him."

"Mm. Well did he tell you that they were dating someone else as well?"

You shook your head "he didn't mention that. No."

She laughed. A short, almost pained noise which came from her throat. "Of course he didn't. Not like he ever cared about her."

"...her?"

"My sister. I warned her countless times that she shouldn't get involved with them, they're sex demons for heaven's sake! But that only made her want to be with them more. So she started sneaking out. I knew where she was going, of course. It wasn't difficult to figure out, but she wouldn't listen to me not matter what I told her. And then they broke her heart and I had to fix it."

You frowned, that didn't sound at all like your boys. They weren't trouble at all. Well...yes they were, but not break someone's heart trouble. "Fix it? How? They're demons."

"Yes, fix it. I'm a very powerful woman little dove." She continued speaking, "so I contracted them to me. They were to stay with me until they could find someone who they truly loved because they couldn't seem to love my sister the way she deserved," she laughed "That's why they're contracted to you. The card is used to pick their next...attempt."

"And if they don't fall in love at the end of the contract?"

"Then we start all over again with a new person."

"So..." you began to speak slowly "if they do fall in love?"

"Then I let them go. But it's not that simple, they'll never fall in love."

"But what if they do?" She began to laugh and it made a sinking feeling form in your stomach. "I'm serious. What if they fall in love?"

"Oh I know you're serious little dove which is why I'm laughing. They won't, especially not with you."

You felt your throat tighten up and a lump formed. You weren't going to cry, not in front of her. You knew it was a possibility that they weren't actually in love with you, but all those things they said, they were real...right?

"But what if they do?" Your voice was as level as you could make it even as you felt tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Then they have to prove it to me. And I'll let them go to be with whoever they're in love with. But you, my little dove, if they're in love with you that is, will forget everything about them. They'll have a clean slate to start over with you."

You felt the tears begin to fall and you wiped them away quickly, standing up. You didn't want to forget them, you couldn't forget them. That was...if they were even in love with you. "Thank you for speaking with me, I need to go now."

The Enchantress smiled and nodded "Of course you do. I will see you again one day little dove."

You nodded and all but sprinted out of her house and back onto the street, into the pouring rain, the droplets mixing with the tears now falling freely down your face.

Because of course it was raining.

~

You'd practically been crying since you got home, now curled up on your bed in your fluffiest pair of pyjamas and the playing card in your hand. You didn't want to talk to Hongjoong or Seonghwa, not wanting to get a lecture and you didn't want to talk to Wooyoung, not being able to face him. But there were other people you could talk to and all you had to do was flip over the card. Yunho would be there for you. He would do anything for you.

"Even fuck away the pain," you whispered. You weren't crying anymore but your emotions were still flying a million miles a minute and you were still sniffling. You closed your eyes and whispered another "Yunho can fuck the pain away," before flipping over the card.

"I was wondering when you were...baby? Are you okay?"

You opened your eyes to see Yunho standing in front of you, eyes filled with concern. You took a deep breath and willed the tears to not start again. "I went and saw her."

Yunho tilted his head and moved closer, cupping your face, "Who baby?"

"The Enchantress. Wooyoung gave me her address, I just wanted to help you guys but she said that you'd broken her sister's heart? And that you didn't know how to love and that's why you were in this contract and that if you could prove that you were in love with someone," you shook your head, "with me then she'd let you go, but I'd forget you guys and you'd have to start again but I don't want to forget you guys..." you grabbed Yunho's hands "that's if you end up falling in love with me."

Yunho smiled softly even with the sadness in his eyes and he thumbed over your cheek. "We're all a little bit in love with you y/n. You should see the way Hongjoong lights up when he talks about you. The way that him and Seonghwa and Yeosang will sit for hours trying to work out how we can be with you for good. How we can get out of the contract. Even if we aren't all the way in love with you, just like you're not all the way in love with us," he kissed the top of your head "we can grow to be."

You nodded "but my memories..."

"You think Wooyoung will ever let you properly forget about him? Absolutely no way baby. He'll do anything to be with you, past memories of him or not. We all will."

"You really care about me that much?"

Yunho smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly, sweetly, like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands slipped down your fluffy pyjama shirt and pulled you closer to him. When the kiss broke he pressed several small kisses to your face, making you giggle. "We really do care about you that much."

"Yunho," you sighed softly, moving a bit so that his hands slipped onto your bare skin.

"What do you want y/n?"

"Please show me," you whispered softly, "show me how much you care about me."

"Are you sure?" He began to lie you onto your bed, big hands moving further under your pyjama shirt to slip it off, your arms lifting up to let him. "I don't want you to be doing this, just because you think you have to."

"Yunho, I want to," you pressed your lips against his, "Please."

He grinned and kissed you again, fingers trailing over the curve of your breasts and thumbing your nipples gently to make you moan. "As you wish y/n." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, his big hands making a trail down your body to the waistband of your pyjama pants. You felt goosebumps raise on your skin and you giggled softly against his mouth.

"Tickles Yunho."

"Yeah? That's cute."

You laughed again "I'm supposed to be sexy Yunho."

"You're incredibly sexy y/n," he smiled trailing kisses down your neck, between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach, "gonna be even sexier with my head between your thighs." He snapped his fingers softly to remove both your pyjama pants and his own clothes before moving his head down between your thighs. "You're okay with this?"

"Yes please Yunho, yes!"

He chuckled and blew gently on your pussy lips before diving in. He began with soft kitten licks at your clit before pulling away to spit directly on your pussy. "Yunho!" You gasped and it made him laugh as he slurped up his spit with your juices beginning to lick you again, with even more fever than before. Whatever you were going to scold him for died on your tongue as you dissolved into a mess of gasps and moans, fingers threading through Yunho's hair in a weak attempt to ground yourself. He groaned into your pussy, fingers coming to probe at your entrance.

"Can I open you up for me sweet thing?"

You nodded, gasping out a soft 'yes,' and he immediately slipped two fingers inside of you, scissoring them gently.

"Taste delicious my sweet baby. Gonna feel so good on my cock."

"You think?" You whimpered, arching into Yunho when his fingers curled into you.

"I know," he grinned before going back to his work.

If you didn't know that Yunho was a demon you would definitely have called him one when he pulled away from your pussy right as you were on the edge. You whined in frustration, pouting at Yunho as he hovered over you with a grin on his face. "What was that for? I was right there."

"I know baby," he tapped his cock over your entrance "Want you coming on my cock."

He pushed inside of you and you gasped, eyes rolling back at the feeling. "Fuck Yunho, so big."

"Yeah? You like my big cock filling you up?"

"Yes...yes. Please move. Please please fuck me."

He grinned before beginning to fuck you. Deep and passionate and hard, long, pretty fingers circling over your clit from the get go. Yunho was drinking up the melody of moans and whines you were producing as he fucked you, answering with his own harmony of deep groans and grunts.

"Fuck! Needy pussy just sucking me in. You're going to make me cum soon."

You were already so close from Yunho's edging from before and you hold was clenching sporadically around him. You pulled Yunho into a kiss as you fell over the edge, moaning into his mouth. He fucked you through your orgasm, burying himself deep inside you when he reached his own.

The two of you stayed connected for a while, panting against each other's lips. You smiled softly at Yunho and pecked him. "Thank you Yunho."

"You don't need to thank me y/n. It's my pleasure to be with you, really."

You giggled softly and kissed him again, the both of you gasping once more as Yunho pulled out, his eyes moving to watch the cum drip out of you slowly. "Oh wow," you whispered softly.

"Yeah that's hot," Yunho looked so serious and it made you both dissolve into laughter. "It is! Don't laugh at me y/n!"

"I'm not laughing Yunho, I promise."

"Good, want me to clean you up?"

You nodded "Yes please."

"And then..." he began slowly, kissing your head "We can talk to the others about your outing today."

You winced "Do we have to?"

"You know the answer to that y/n."

Yunho was right. You did know the answer to that.

You needed to talk to them.

A/n: Aaahhh I'm so sorry this is late but here is the next chapter of pick a card!!! Thank you so much for being so patient with me and my crazy schedule and I hope this meets your expectations, even if it is a little more plot heavy than some of the other chapters. Let me know what you think through asks and replies and if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

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Warnings: Suggestive content, talk of drugs/being drugged even though it never actually happened, memory loss, pet names: princess, angel, sex demon!Ateez

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It had been just over two years since what you and Eric dubbed "the incident."

The incident in this case had been that you and Eric had stumbled into a strange woman's tent at the carnival, got drugged and now had absolutely no memory of the few months which followed. In the time that you now could remember, Eric had begun dating one of his friends, Felix, who had fit very nicely into your little group of friends and had become one of the most important people in your life. You'd also gone on a couple of dates with people, the most recent and most successful being one of Felix's friends, Changbin. He was extremely sweet and gentlemanly and knew how to treat you well, both outside and inside his bedroom. You were just friends with benefits but honestly you were okay with that. Both you and Changbin were happy with your arrangement as it was and you neither of you wanted that to change.

"Come on y/n! Hurry up," Eric called, making you poke your tongue out at him behind his back.

"I didn't even want to come here Eric," you whined, grabbing Changbin's hand so the two of you could catch up to Eric and Felix. "Remeber what happened last time we went to this carnival?"

"We got drugged, yes, but we won't go into any creepy tents this time, we'll be fine."

"Will we?" You sounded exasperated and it make Changbin lean down to kiss your head in comfort.

"Course we will. We've got big, strong boyfriends now don't we?"

You and Changbin shared a look as you caught up to Eric and Felix. "One. Changbin's not my boyfriend. Two, I wouldn't exactly count Felix as big and strong." Felix spluttered and it made both you and Changbin giggle.

Eric scoffed, rolling his eyes, "fine, you've got a big, strong, friend with benefits to keep us safe."

"Exactly," Changbin nodded. "I'll keep all three of you safe."

You smiled and squeezed his hand, your other one coming up to play with the gold heart shaped locket hanging around your neck. You didn't remember buying it, assuming it happened in the stretch of time you couldn't remember, but something about it had compelled you to wear it every single day.

Having it around your neck made you feel safe, like there was a guardian angel watching over you every time you put it on.

~

"She has a boyfriend," Wooyoung grumbled, placing the tray of food harshly onto the stainless steel table the eight demons had claimed as their own for that day at the carnival. He looked at Hongjoong and sank into the empty chair in between Yunho and Seonghwa, "She's wearing your fucking locket and she has a boyfriend."

"It's been two years Woo," Hongjoong sighed, looking over to the table where you were sitting with Eric and two other men Hongjoong didn't recognise. He knew the blonde one kissing Eric's cheek had to be Felix, but he'd never seen the other man before. "Besides, she doesn't remember us, we can't expect her to not get in a relationship." It didn't mean it didn't hurt any less though.

"He's not her boyfriend," Yeosang hummed, beginning to munch on some of the fries Wooyoung brought over. Seven heads snapped towards him and he froze, eyes wide. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Yunho asked the question they were all wondering and Yesoang shrugged.

"I heard her say to Eric that he was just her friend with benefits."

"That's not exactly better," Wooyoung grumbled.

"I mean," Seonghwa hummed "It means she's still available. We can go flirt with her, get this love story rolling."

Wooyoung perked up at that and it made Seonghwa laugh. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, "Wish me luck then."

"You're going over there now?' Jonhgo raised an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah, if things go well I might even share her number with you all."

"Wooyoung," Hongjoong warned, hand coming up to rest right above Wooyoung's ass. He squeaked, feeling his pants tighten.

"Sorry. If things go well I will share her number with you all, given her permission, of course."

"Good boy," Seonghwa purred, "off you go then."

Wooyoung now had to adjust his pants before he walked over to see you, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you.

~

"Don't look now, but eight really fucking hot guys are looking at you y/n," Changbin hummed, motioning his head in the direction of some tables behind you. Felix and Eric both looked where Changbin was motioning too, their mouths falling open.

"Holy shit," Eric began to fan himself, "Felix, babe, don't be offended but I'd drop to my knees for any of them."

"I'm absolutely not offended because I would do the same. Fucking hell."

"What? How hot are they? I can't turn around now, they'll think I'm weird."

"All I'm saying is if you told me you didn't want to fuck me anymore because you were fucking one of them I'd absolutely let you and then ask you to ask if any of the others were into gym bros," Changbin was deathly serious when he spoke and you almost had to laugh.

Eric hit Felix's arm, "Oh my god one of them is coming over here, act normal guys."

The four of you scrambled to look like you hadn't just been talking about how sexy these men were before whoever it was that was coming over, was coming over.

"Hi," a raspy voice sounded behind you and you turned in your chair to come face to face with quite possibly one of the sexiest men you'd ever seen.

You cleared your throat, "Hi...um hi."

He chuckled and stuck out his hand "I'm Wooyoung."

You shook his hand, trying not to think about how nice his hand felt in yours, "y/n."

"Y/n," he practically purred your name and holy shit you were sure you were going to faint, "pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you, this is uh Eric, Felix and Changbin."

"Nice to meet you guys," Wooyoung grinned, pushing his hair back with one hand. Eric swore behind you and your breath hitched. "You uh," he chuckled "you guys wouldn't happen to want to join my boyfriends and I would you?" He nodded over to the other seven men who waved, "we just uh...think you're really pretty."

Felix let out a small, shocked "boyfriends??" And Changbin grinned, nodding, "she'd love to."

Wooyoung's grin widened "Yeah?"

You nodded, "Yeah. I'd like that." There was something extremely familiar about Wooyoung and his boyfriends, but you just couldn't place what it was.

Changbin nudged you, whispering in your ear, "We'll be close by if you need anything. Go get some dick."

You felt your cheeks grow hot and took Wooyoung's outstretched hand, letting him lead you over to where the other seven men were sitting.

"Everyone, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi and Jongho," each man waved to you as their name was said, you waving back in turn.

"Nice to meet you guys."

"Nice to meet you too angel," San purred, stretching out his hand to lead you to sit on his lap. You looked over to see Changbin, Felix and Eric giving you very enthusiastic thumbs up and you giggled before settling into San's lap.

"That's a beautiful necklace princess," Hongjoong purred, voice deep and raspy. These men seemed to constantly have their sex voices on and it was affecting you much more than you cared to admit.

"Thank you, I don't remember where I got it."

"Yeah? That's a shame, wasn't an ex or anything was it?"

Now thay you were thinking about it, it definitely could have been an ex, you just couldn't remember who. "I mean, maybe?"

"We can get you a new one then," Mingi hummed, big hand coming to caress your thigh.

You tilted your head adorably and you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung move to adjust his pants "Oh?"

"We'll take you on a date first," Seonghwa hummed. "If you'd like to go on one of course."

You nodded almost too quickly and it made the men chuckle, "I'd like that."

"Good," Hongjoong smiled and you felt something warm and familiar bloom in your chest, prompting you to melt in San's arms.

"Good," you repeated back and you meant it. There was something so familiar and safe about these men. Something you'd never felt around anyone who wasn't Changbin, Felix or Eric before. But there was more to the feeling blooming in your chest at the thought of going on a date with these men, getting to know them.

And maybe even falling in love with them.

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aemulus. (noun) latin for rival or competitor. thought to be the origin of the name emily.

park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.

pairing: academic rival!seonghwa x fem!reader

details: grad school/nursing school au, fake dating

word count: 8.1k

warnings: swearing, food allergy, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, discussion of birth control methods

a/n: for @sluttywoozi's birthday <3 (just a month and a half late)

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“I need a favor.”

“From me?”

Seonghwa tongues his cheek and looks around. “Is there anyone else in the room?”

You scoff. You aren’t friends with Park Seonghwa. You don’t even particularly like Park Seonghwa. You know the feeling’s mutual so why was he asking you for a favor?

“If you want something from me you should try being a little nicer,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the textbook on the desk in front of you. 

You hear Seonghwa sigh beside you before he tries again. “Sorry, yes, I need a favor from you. I need a date to this event Dr. Harvey is hosting for all of his graduate mentees next weekend.”

Date? You? Your face must be scrunched up into an expression of confusion and concern because Seonghwa puts his hand out to stop you before you interject. 

“Yes, it has to be you. I-I’m trying to secure a position on his research team next semester and I need an extra edge.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And I’m the extra edge?”

“Exactly! Dr. Harvey loves you. If I show up with you on my arm, the spot is mine for sure.”

“You really think it’ll be that easy? I haven’t taken one of Dr. Harvey’s classes since undergrad.”

You’re not even a student in Seonghwa’s program, the one Dr. Harvey was the head of. There just happened to be some overlap between your field of study and his that required you to take some of the same courses. 

“But you were his TA last semester, and you’re the top student in the department, after me-” you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, “he brings you up in almost every meeting we have,” he continues, sounding more than a little annoyed, “when we’re supposed to be talking about my dissertation.”

Despite the non-case Seonghwa was making on his behalf, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. “He does? What does he say?’

“Usually, it’s little comments about how you would do something differently, which is not-so-subtle code for better. If you ever decide to write a dissertation on microbiology, let him know. I’m sure he’d love to be your mentor-” Seonghwa stops himself there, taking a deep breath as if to physically shake the bitterness from his demeanor. “Sorry. The point is that he thinks very highly of you and it would really help me out if you were my plus-one to this thing.”

“And what exactly does ‘this thing’ entail?”

“It’s a little appreciation banquet for all of the students he’s mentoring. He said it’s at this hotel, I think it’s downtown, and it’s a dinner and drinks in the evening and a brunch the next morning-”

“Wait, it’s overnight?” You hadn’t meant or intended to interrupt him but the prospect of spending the night in the same room with Park Seonghwa was enough to make you panic and forget your manners. 

Seonghwa looks annoyed that you cut him off but holds himself back from responding with something snippy. Instead, he lets it go. Unheard of for him.

“Yes, but it’s just one night.”

“One night?” He nods. “And I just have to show up with you?”

“Well, you’d pretend to be my girlfriend. ”

Right. That had sort of been implied when he asked but you were hoping that wasn’t the case. It honestly sounded like a nightmare, but the idea of having something to hold over Seonghwa’s head was tempting. 

Doing him the favor was one thing. The execution of said favor was another. Were you going to be able to put on a believable act as Seonghwa’s girlfriend? It certainly wasn’t going to come naturally to you... but you were friends with a bunch of theatre kids. You could pull it off. Probably. 

“Okay, well, what’s in it for me?” you ask.

He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question like he hadn’t expected to get this far. 

“What do you want?”

Oh fuck. You scramble to think of something worthwhile that he could be of use for, coming up short in pretty much all aspects.

“My dad’s getting married in a couple of months. Our little duet can have an encore then.”

Seonghwa grins and offers his hand for you to shake. “Send me the details. Pleasure doing business.”

-

It isn’t until Seonghwa’s already left the classroom that he realizes he doesn’t even have your number. He’s known you for years now but has never had to contact you outside of the context of school. Never had reason to. He could turn around right now and go back and ask for your phone number. You’re still in there. 

He lets his pride get the better of him, and with a quiet groan, he shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking. He’ll just email you later to ask for it. 

-

You iron out the details over text, once Seonghwa finally gets your number. You had made fun of him in your reply email for forgetting to get it back when he begged you to come with him in the first place, which only reassured Seonghwa that he had made the right choice that day. It would’ve been way more embarrassing to have you say that to his face. 

He asks you to meet him at a cafe the day before the event so you can iron out your story together. You look nervous, he notes, so he tries to break the ice. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet here. I would’ve had you over to my place, but my roommates are kind of obnoxious.”

“That’s okay. Thanks for the coffee.” You gesture with your cup, shaking the ice around before taking a tentative sip. 

“Least I could do, considering.”

You shrug. “You’re already repaying me by going to my dad’s wedding with me, but I’m not one to turn down free coffee.”

“Fair enough.” He clears his throat. “So, how’d we fall in love?”

-

Seonghwa picks you up at five pm on Saturday. He makes some comment about you looking nice that you don’t really believe he means, but you return the compliment anyway. He does look good. Annoyingly so. He had told you it was a formal event but you hadn’t expected him to show up in a fucking three-piece suit. 

His hair is slicked back on the side to show off his undercut, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of traffic lights and street lamps shining in the lenses. It’s a little intimidating to be on his arm for the night when he looks like that, not that you didn’t also dress for the occasion, he just... looks so sharp. 

“Do you have everything you need?” he asks as you climb into the passenger seat. “Pajamas? Toothbrush?”

“I think so.”

“If you forget something we can probably grab it at the kiosk they have in the lobby,” he assures you.

You groan. “Yeah, but we’ll have to pay a small fortune for it.”

“That’s the price of convenience.” He puts the car in drive and navigates out of your apartment complex’s parking lot onto the main road. “You can pick the music,” he offers after a moment of silence. 

“But you’re the one driving.”

“Is that a rule?”

“Yeah, the driver picks the music. Have you never heard of that before?”

He shakes his head but hums thoughtfully. “No, but I don’t mind. I’m not picky.”

“Shocking,” you mutter under your breath. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You plug the aux into the lightning port on your phone and scroll through your playlist until you land on something you deem to be neutral enough to play in the background. You can feel Seonghwa watching you out of the corner of his eye but you willfully ignore it. 

“Do you remember the story?”

You nod. “We only got together officially a couple of months ago. You asked me out by waiting outside the door of one of my classes last semester-”

“Which class?”

“Um...” you frowned, trying to remember. 

“It was pharmacology.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Just be sure to remember that.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to be interrogating us about our relationship,” you scoff. 

Seonghwa takes a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just important to me and it needs to be believable. If anyone were to find out that I tried to pull this shit off just to get on Harvey’s good side... I don’t even know what would happen to me. Like, would I get expelled? I definitely wouldn’t get the position, I-”

“Woah,” you cut him off before he can spiral any further, “we... don’t have to do this. You can drop me off back at my apartment and pretend like it never happened. I won’t make you go to the wedding...”

“No, no I need you,” Seonghwa insists, panicked. “It just... didn’t occur to me how stupid this idea was until now.”

“If you think it’s a bad idea we shouldn’t do it,” you reason.

“It is a bad idea,” he agrees, “but I don’t know what else to do. Jung Wooyoung is vying for the same spot and he’s way more likable than me.”

“That’s not true, he’s just more of a kiss-ass.”

“Same thing. Either way, I already told them I was bringing a plus-one so I can’t show up without you.”

You nod, holding back from suggesting other alternatives. Seonghwa seemed resolute on going through with it and it wouldn’t do any good to try and convince him otherwise. He was like you in that way. Stubborn to a fault. Trying to “fix” the problem would only start an argument and that was the last thing you needed right now. So you let it go, and it only killed you on the inside a little bit. 

-

Seonghwa checks into your room as soon as you get to the hotel. Since it’s late in the afternoon, it’s already ready, and you go up to drop off your things before navigating to the ballroom together. 

You try to ignore the single king-size bed in the middle of the room but it’s like it’s glaring right at you, taunting you in the reflection of the vanity mirror as you reapply your lipgloss. If Seonghwa notices your apprehension about it he doesn’t say anything. 

“We don’t have to go over the top,” Seonghwa reminds you in the elevator. “You don’t have to kiss me or be super touchy if you don’t want to. Some hand holding and familiarity should do it.”

“Are you sure?” 

He smirks at you. “I mean, if you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome to. But it wasn’t part of our agreement.”

You stare at him. He had never said anything like that to you before. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. The smirk falls when he sees your reaction and he side steps away from you, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was kidding. It was, I wasn’t-”

The elevator dings to signal its arrival on the first floor before Seonghwa can finish whatever excuse he was stuttering through. He motions for you to exit first, putting his arm in front of the door to keep it from closing. When you turn back to look at him, he’s all calm and collected again like nothing even happened. The only evidence of ruffled feathers was the pressed set of his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks. 

“Ready?” he asks, straightening his tie. 

“As I’ll ever be.”

He offers his hand to you and you take it, entwining your fingers with his. His thumb finds the back of your hand and draws absentminded circles. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be comforting but it is. 

There are already a few people mingling when you and Seonghwa make it to the ballroom. You don’t recognize any of them but that was to be expected. Seonghwa had said that it was an intimate event, just Dr. Harvey, his mentees, and their potential plus-ones. Not everyone is here yet from what you can tell. You can’t hear Jung Wooyoung’s loud voice echoing throughout the hall so you figure he must be one of the late ones. 

The way the room is decorated reminds you a bit of Christmas with the opulent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ivy garlands laid across the tables. All that's missing are the trees wrapped in lights and potted poinsettias in every corner.

Dr. Harvey is in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other students when he spots the two of you. He excuses himself and approaches you with a smile. 

“I’m glad that you both could make it!” he says, greeting you with a hug. 

He hugs your fake boyfriend next and claps him firmly on the back. Seonghwa coughs at the unexpected hit but plays it off easily with a chuckle. 

“When Park told me he was bringing you, I thought he was kidding. I couldn’t believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.”

Seonghwa stiffens next to you but keeps the smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, can’t mask your surprise. 

“What do you mean?” you press. 

“Oh, just that I sort of wondered if you kids would get together,” he explains. “You used to argue in my class all the time as undergraduates, but whenever we had group activities you would pair up anyway.”

“That’s because we didn’t trust anyone else with the work,” Seonghwa points out. 

You squeeze his hand urgently, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before he ruins his chances with his big mouth. Thankfully, he seems to get the message and relaxes a little but you can tell he still wants to protest.   

“You didn’t even trust each other with the work,” the professor corrects. “You would bicker about every little thing under your breath when you thought I couldn’t hear even though you always sat in the front of the classroom.”

“I guess we are a little competitive,” you admit with a grin, looking up at Seonghwa with what you hope comes across as affection. 

“That’s an understatement, my love,” he agrees.

“Well, it’s nice to see that you’ve been able to turn that energy into something positive,” Dr. Harvey says. “What changed?”

“Well, we’d been seeing each other for a while and finally decided to make it official,” Seonghwa muses. 

And by ‘seeing each other’ he meant fucking. When you decided on your story that day in the cafe, Seonghwa had said it would make the most sense if your fake relationship budded from a friends-with-benefits thing- or acquaintances with benefits, whatever the two of you were. But of course, you couldn’t tell your professor that so you had to more so imply it by talking around the subject.

“Well, I hope that you being together means I’ll get to see more of your face. Park, you need to bring your girlfriend around the department some time. I’m sure the other faculty miss you too.”

Seonghwa nods. “I’ll be sure to do that, sir.”

“Great! I think some more people are starting to trickle in so I should go say hello, but please help yourselves to drinks while we wait for dinner.”

You both thank him and wait before saying anything else to each other. 

“I think that went okay,” Seonghwa sighs.

“Could’ve been worse,” you agree. 

He takes a quick look around before turning back to you. “Do you want something to drink, baby?”

“God, yes.”

At the bar, Seonghwa orders you both a glass of wine. It’s an open bar but there’s a little fish bowl for tips balanced on the edge of the counter so he deposits a couple of bills in it as he thanks the bartender.

He holds one of the glasses out to you with a half-smile. “Cheers.”

“To getting through the night,” you propose. 

“To getting through the night.”

-

Dinner is a choice between a chicken pasta dish, a beef and potatoes dish, and ratatouille that could be made vegan upon request. 

“Does the pesto have pine nuts in it?” Seonghwa asks the server when he reaches your end of the table.

“No, all of our options tonight are nut-free,” he replies. 

“Perfect, thank you. Did you want the pasta, then, baby?” 

“I- yes please.”

“And I’ll get the beef and we can share.”

“Sounds good,” the server says as he jots down your orders on his little notepad. 

You wait until he moves on to the next guest before leaning over to your date and whispering “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Hm?”

“You remembered... I’m allergic to tree nuts.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal and murmurs, “you almost dying in the middle of chem lab our freshman year is pretty hard to forget.”

He had a point. Still, you were surprised he remembered the girl that collapsed to the floor and had to be stabbed in the thigh with an EpiPen all those years ago as you. You’re not sure if you’d remember the details so clearly if it were the other way around. 

All of the dishes were pre-prepared by the hotel’s event catering staff so they were served almost immediately after the orders were taken. 

Dr. Harvey led the conversation, engaging each of his students about their studies and personal lives. He was even sure to include the plus ones at the table, making an effort to get to know them as well. That was why Dr. Harvey had been one of your favorite professors, why you’d agreed to TA for him when he asked. He genuinely cared about his students, wanted them to succeed and was willing to go the extra mile to help them do so. You still remember crying in his office over a failed lab report, remember how he had patiently walked you through what you’d done wrong until it finally clicked for you, how he ended up giving you half of the credit you missed back just for following up and showing how dedicated you were to learning the material.

Even now as he listens to his mentees talk about everything under the sun, he doesn’t want anyone to feel left out. 

A hand on your thigh startles you out of your zoning out. You had been trying your best to pay attention but it’s just so hard to stay attentive when Wooyoung opens his mouth. He’s been talking about algae for what you estimate to be the past twelve minutes- so in your defense, you never stood a chance anyway.

“Do you want another glass of wine?” Seonghwa asks, low enough for only you to hear.

You hadn’t even realized you’d finished your first one. It had probably happened sometime in the middle of Wooyung’s rambling. 

“Yes please.”

“Okay, be right back.”

He stands from the table and takes both yours and his empty glasses in one hand, using the other to push his chair back in. Thankfully, he’s back before you can be cornered by the others at the table. You can feel it, the curiosity your presence invokes from your peers. You only recognize a few of them but all of the sideways glances make you wonder how many of them suspect why you’re really here. Maybe you’re being paranoid. Maybe they’re just surprised Seonghwa managed to pull anyone at all... no, that couldn’t be it. He’s too hot, his personality alone wouldn’t be enough to deter anyone from going out with him. 

“What’s wrong?”

You take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine and try to play it off. “Hm? What do you mean?”

“You’re making a face.”

“What face? This is just my face.”

“No, you’ve got that wrinkle in between your eyebrows. You’re worrying about something. What is it?”

You sigh and lean over to whisper in his ear. “I feel like your... friends think it’s weird that I’m here.”

“These people aren’t my friends.”

“I know. I didn’t know what else to call them- is that really the part of what I said that you think is important?”

“Why do you think they think it’s weird?”

“I don’t know, I just keep noticing everyone looking at me.”

“It’s probably because you’re pretty,” he suggests, which makes you want to change the subject entirely. 

He thinks you’re pretty? Does he think you’re pretty or does he think other people think you’re pretty? What would possess him to say something like that?

“That- no, it’s not that.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know what a dirty look is and I’ve been getting a lot of them. Do you think they’re onto us?”

Seonghwa makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe I underestimated the number of people applying for the same position as me.”

“Maybe, and maybe they know we haven’t always gotten along and are suspicious of why this is the first they’re hearing of us dating.”

“I guess we need to turn it up, then,” Seonghwa muses under his breath. 

“Wha- that’s not what I-”

-

After dinner, there’s a bit of mingling. You get the opportunity to formally introduce yourself to the guests you’ve never met before and answer the burning question on everyone’s mind as to why you’re there in the first place. 

Seonghwa’s hand is warm on the small of your back, making you wish you had decided against wearing a backless dress. Although, you suspect you still would have been able to feel the heat of his palm through the silk had it offered more coverage. 

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Park,” Hongjoong, you thought his name was, says as he wraps an arm around his own date. In her heels, she’s taller than him by an inch or so, and somehow it only makes the man more intimidating. “Thought you were too busy for dating, or was that just an excuse?”

“I am busy. But when you meet the right person, you make time. You of all people should know that.”

Hongjoong narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly and grins. “You’re right, we’re all fools for love, aren’t we?”

“It certainly seems that way.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong continue exchanging semi-polite small talk until the latter’s date tugs him away, mumbling something about needing another drink. 

“I didn’t realize you were so popular,” you say under your breath once the two are out of earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who hates me,” he mutters. 

“And here I thought we had something special.”

Seonghwa gives you a half-smile. “Sorry to break it to you like this.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you,” you clarify, voice lowered. 

He can’t hide his surprise as his eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You nod. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

He straightens up a bit, stiffening, and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “Good to know.”

You each have another drink before the night ends. Champagne is served with dessert and Dr. Harvey proposes a toast to all of his students once everyone’s gathered around the table again. 

You clink your glass to Seonghwa’s and take a sip. The bubbles soothe your throat, making the lies you’ve been telling all night easier to swallow. 

You’re not drunk, you haven’t had that much to drink, but the alcohol is definitely making you feel lighter. People have started filtering out of the ballroom to go to their rooms but a few linger a little longer, taking advantage of the free booze and relaxed atmosphere. Your professor flits between the remaining students, continuing conversations that had been cut short during or before dinner. 

Soft music is playing over the speakers and a few couples are dancing to it. Seonghwa hadn’t said anything about dancing, it probably wasn’t on the actual itinerary, but he draws you out to the floor without warning. You want to protest but his hands are already on your hips and your chest is already pressed to his. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him, save bumping into each other in labs and accidentally spilling samples down your coats. Based on the number of times that had happened, you don’t expect Seonghwa to be particularly graceful. But he seems intent on proving you wrong as he leads you to the rhythm. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you murmur. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he quips back. 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Yeah? Like what?” 

He seems to think about it for a moment before answering. “I love Star Wars.”

“I already knew that.”

“What?”

“You used to bring a Darth Vader thermos to class. The lid was his helmet.”

“Legos?”

“Lego guy keychain.”

“Animal Crossing?”

“You’d literally play it in class.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Wow.”

“What?”

“I just didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.”

“Wha- I’m not obsessed with you!” you sputter. “I’m just very observant! And you make your interests too obvious.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he teases, making you roll your eyes. 

He spins you before you get the chance to argue again, extending his arm all the way and then whipping it back so that you’re stumbling into his embrace. 

“My turn, then?” he asks. 

You feel your face scrunch up in confusion before you can stop it. “What do you mean?”

“Your favorite color is pink,” he whispers, as if it’s some kind of secret. “You love The Lord of the Rings. You quote it all the time. You like to cook. You always brought your leftovers for lunch and everyone would ask how you made whatever it was because it smelled so good.”

You’re staring at him now, lips slightly parted in surprise. His gaze flickers down to them and then back up. He smiles. 

“You’re not the only observant one.”

A song is still playing but you’ve stopped dancing. It’s like you’re standing in the eye of a storm, surrounded by music and conversation that blurs and distorts around you. It all sounds muffled, but that might just be the ringing in your ears. You realize what’s about to happen a moment before it does but you’re still unprepared when Seonghwa kisses you. 

His lips are softer than you expected, not that you’ve imagined kissing him before... not that you ever wondered. His arms are still around your waist and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. 

You’re stiff at first, unsure of what to do with your arms or your own lips, but you relax when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. He makes a contented sort of sound in the back of his throat when you open your mouth for him. It’s just slightly, just enough for him to get a taste, but he seems pleased nonetheless. 

Distant cheering in the background startles the both of you out of your daze, pops the little bubble you’d somehow found yourselves in. It’s then that you remember that you’re in public, and that you probably shouldn’t be sucking each other's faces off in the middle of this very nice ballroom in front of your peers. 

You part, both a little breathless. 

“I hope that was okay,” Seonghwa whispers against your cheek. 

“It was, yeah. It was okay. More than okay.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He grins, the upturn of his cheeks pushing his specs higher on his nose, making glimmers of light from the chandelier dance in the reflection of the glass like stars falling from the sky. One of his hands strays from your waist to take your own.  “Wanna get out of here?”

You’re nodding before your brain can fully process the question. “Yes please.” 

-

The journey back up to your room is a blur. You vaguely register bidding Hongjoong, Dr. Harvey, and a couple of other people whose names had long since slipped your mind goodnight. You’re not sure what you said, Seonghwa probably took the lead. 

Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as you make your way out of the hall hand in hand. You feel like everyone knows what you’re about to do. And with a kiss like that in a crowded room, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.

But did it really matter if they knew you were about to get your back blown out? It would only help sell the story to them even more. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, still not ready to admit that you’re not playing pretend anymore. 

The clicking of your heels on the marble sounds entirely too loud as you walk through the lobby to the elevator bay. The lights have been dimmed for the night, emulating the darkness outside. Only a few employees remain behind the desks, stationed for any late check-ins. The rest had surely clocked out hours ago when the rush ended.

“Do you have a key?” Seonghwa asks you, eyeing the purse you’d somehow remembered to grab on your way out. 

You did, but, “there’s one in your pocket.”

His hand comes to the front of his pants, feeling for the plastic card. “Right. Sorry.”

He uses the key to activate the elevator and then he uses it again to open the door to your room. The ride up had been silent, and a little awkward, both of you standing on opposite sides of the tiny room, avoiding eye contact.  

You wonder if the energy has shifted, if the moment has passed. Had he suddenly come to his senses? Was he already regretting kissing you? 

You don’t get the chance to ask either of these things, however, because he’s kissing you again as soon as you stumble into the room. It’s dark, so everything is a little uncoordinated, but it almost seems fitting for you and Seonghwa. 

He presses you up against the door, fingers fumbling with the ties on the back of your dress. It’s hard for him to undo them when he can’t see what he’s doing, too occupied with kissing his way down your neck. 

“Fuck this,” he gasps, breaking away. “Lift up your arms.”

You do, gasping as Seonghwa tugs the silk up and over your head. It’s the kind of dress you can’t wear a bra with so you’re left completely bare from the waist up. 

“Fuck me,” he breathes, running his hands over your body. 

“I’m trying.”

A beat lapses before Seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle. You’re the one to pull him back this time, tugging at his suit jacket as you kiss him in an attempt to get it off his shoulders. 

“Let me, um,” he mumbles against your lips, feeling along the wall of the little hallway you’re standing in for something. “Let me turn on a lamp or something. I want to see you.”

The comment makes you feel shy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too so you let him go and only laugh a little bit when he trips over his suitcase on the way over to the desk.

“Oh, would you rather have it off?” he asks, noticing the way you’re holding your arms over your chest. 

“No, no, I want to see you too,” you assure him. “I just feel kind of weird being the only one naked.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.”

He makes his way back over to you, loosening his tie as he does. He leaves it hanging around his neck so that you can take it off for him. The satin feels heavy in your hands and you wonder briefly how it would feel tied around your wrists- another time, maybe. 

Seonghwa focuses on unbuttoning his shirt while you lift the tie over his head, hands brushing together as you work in tandem. 

You reach for his belt but he ducks out of your grasp with a grin, shrugging off the button up as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. You barely register the feeling of his hands on your thighs. You’re too caught up with the way he’s looking up at you. He’s taken his glasses off, though you don’t know when- or where he’s put them for that matter, and is gazing up at you like painted the cosmos themselves. Like he fully intends on worshiping you. 

Park Seonghwa on his knees. What a sight. 

“Can I?” he asks, fingers gently wedging themselves in between your legs to part them. “Please?”

You nod. 

“I need you to say it.”

“You can,” you whisper. 

“I can... what?” Seonghwa presses. “I haven’t even said what it is I want to do to you.”

He’s taunting you now. It’s obvious what he meant when he asked you but he just loves pushing your buttons too much to stop, even when he’s on the verge of begging to taste your pussy. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you breathe. 

“Fuck.”

You nearly lose your balance as Seonghwa lifts one of your legs over his shoulder but he plants both of his hands on your ass and pulls you onto his face before that can happen. He groans at the first taste of you, even though it’s over your panties. You’re not sure whether he meant to leave them on to be even more of a tease or if he had just simply forgotten to take them off in the rush to get you on his tongue. 

They’re the seamless kind, the kind that aren’t supposed to show through thin material. You’d chosen to wear them with your dress instead of suffering through the discomfort of a thong all night. The comfort was a benefit. The sheerness was a drawback. You might as well not be wearing anything with how form fitting they were, especially considering how wet you already are.

Your hands are in Seonghwa’s hair and you’re trying not to pull too hard but you have to anchor yourself to something or you’re afraid your knees will buckle. 

“That’s it,” he praises, nose nudging your clit as he licks into you. It’s muffled but you can still make it out, if just barely. “Harder, baby.”

“Are you s-sure?”

He nods and the motion makes you want to cry out. “I won’t break. Promise.”

You decide to trust his word and tug a little harder. He moans and rewards you by pushing his tongue inside of you. He can only go so far with the fabric of your underwear restricting him but it’s enough to get you to whimper his name. 

-

God, you sound so pretty, it’s almost too much for Seonghwa to handle. You taste just as good as he’d always imagined, better even, and he’s losing all sense of control because of it. He can tell he’s making you feel good but this won’t be enough to get you to cum, at least, not as hard as he wants you to before he fucks you... if that’s where the night ends up going. He would be more than happy to have you cum on his tongue, kiss you goodnight, and then fall asleep beside you if that’s what you wanted.   

He manages to get your panties out of the way and to the side with his teeth before diving back in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You make a little surprised sound and melt into him even more. 

He wants to get his fingers inside of you too, but it would be difficult with the way the two of you are positioned so he pulls back and jerks his head in the direction of the bed. You help him to his feet and pull him in for a kiss, moaning at the way you taste on his lips. 

Seonghwa didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already is but you’re always going and proving him wrong. 

You release him after another moment and fall back onto the mattress, calling to him like a siren. You don’t actually say anything, but you don’t have to. The sight of you on the bed you’ll share with your legs spread and your thighs still glistening with your arousal and his saliva is all it’d take for Seonghwa to throw himself into the sea and drown in you. 

He takes off his slacks finally, just to give himself a bit of relief, and joins you on the bed as fast as humanly possible.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his fingers over the soaked patch of your underwear. 

“Please,” you laugh. 

You lift your hips so that he can pull them off of you and then he’s back in between your legs with your thighs clamped around his head so tightly he can’t hear anything aside from your desperate pleas for him not to stop. 

He doesn’t even realize he’s been grinding into the mattress until you’re cumming on his tongue and it takes everything in him to hold back from falling over the edge with you. 

“Hwa...” 

Your voice is so distant he doesn’t hear it until you repeat it. The nickname makes his heart do a little somersault. You’ve never called him that before. It makes him want to smile like an idiot and not fight so hard to suppress those pesky feelings he’s been harboring for you for God knows how long. He wants to kiss you all over and make love to you and give you a little house on his Animal Crossing island even though he’d have to rearrange the entire layout. He actually brought his switch with him, it’s in his bag and he could go get it right now and-

“Hwa!”

Fuck. Right. He pushes the aforementioned feelings down again, clears his throat, and plays it cool. “Hm? What’s up?” His voice cracks on the ‘up’ because of course it does. So much for playing it cool. 

“Can you fuck me, please?” 

He feels like he could fall through the floor. How the fuck could you sound so polite asking to get your back blown out like that? His dick twitches against his thigh and Seonghwa has to take a deep breath to steel himself before answering. 

“You sure you want to keep going? You want this?”

“God, yes,” you whine, leaning forward to try and pull him on top of you. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”

Tempting, but, “no, it’s just... I have to tell you something.”

Jesus, was he really doing this now? It felt like the worst possible moment to bring it up but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he slept with you without coming clean. He’d already gone further than he probably should have, judgment clouded by lust and alcohol and the lingering scent of your perfume on your neck. 

You face falls, making Seonghwa realize he definitely should have worded it differently. 

“It’s not anything bad! I don’t think...”

“Just tell me,” you say flatly. 

“Um, remember in the car earlier today when we were going through our story, and you couldn’t remember what class I asked you out after?”

“And you yelled at me about it?”

“I didn’t yell at you-” he pauses, and squeezes his eyes shut. This was why he kept going back and forth over what he was about to say, why he was hesitating even now. “I reacted the way I did because... I actually was going to ask you out that night after your pharmacology class got out.”

“What?”

“I was there, waiting outside and I-I chickened out.”

You blink in disbelief. “You don’t... hate me?”

“Hate you? I never hated you!” You give him a look. “There was a bit of... animosity between us, but it was never hate! At least, not for me! Did you hate me?”

It’s your turn to feel exposed. That’s what Seonghwa thinks you feel anyway, from the look on your face. 

“No... I already told you I didn't! It was... what you described.”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, like you said, it wasn’t hate. I just didn’t particularly like you. And I thought that was a mutual thing.”

“It was!” he agrees quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. “It was. For a while. And then it wasn’t. But I never said anything about it because I kept thinking it was just a phase I was going through. I thought I’d get over it and you’d never have to know.”

“But that never happened?” He shakes his head. “But you built up the courage to show up and ask me out that day. You had to have accepted it then.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “I guess I did, but like I said, I was a coward. When I peeked through the window on the door, I saw you laughing and joking around with your friends and I just thought about how it’s never been like that with us. And I thought it’d never work out because we’re... us. We bicker all of the time. We’re always competing. That didn’t magically go away when I realized I had feelings for you. So I thought you deserved someone who you’d actually get along with.” 

“Well, that should have been up to me to decide,” you say. 

“I know,” Seonghwa admits with a groan. Then, he bolts upright. “Wait, would you have said yes?”

“Probably.”

“What do you mean probably?”

“I mean, I would’ve liked to see where it went. I’ve always thought you were attractive.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s one of the things about you that annoyed me.” Seonghwa scoffs. “Just being honest.”

“Well, if I’m being honest,” he counters, propping himself up on his elbow. “I kind of like it when we bicker.”

“Don’t tell me it turns you on.”

“Only sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re sick.”

He shrugs. “It’s only because you’re so hot when you’re mad at me.”

“You must be really horny right now, then,” you mutter. 

“You’re mad at me?” 

“Yes, I’m mad at you! You’ve been keeping your little crush on me a secret all this time! And you chose now to tell me?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I have the worst timing.”

“Understatement of the year.”

Seonghwa figures he deserves that one so he lets it slide even though it chips at his pride. “Wait, so... what does that make us? If we feel the same way, shouldn’t we give it a real shot?”

You groan, putting your hands over your face. “Can we talk about it after you fuck me stupid? I’m still so wet I can’t think about anything else.”

“Oh yeah, right.” He sits up and rolls back on top of you, caging you in. He presses his thigh between your legs so that you can grind on it as he kisses you again. “Are you sure arguing with me doesn’t make you horny?” he teases. “Can feel you throbbing against me, baby.”

“I’m horny because you’re hot and your dick is hard.” 

And because you like him, Seonghwa thinks giddily. 

“We can talk about it later, then,” he surrenders, reaching down to pump himself a few times. “As long as you’ll say you’re mine.”

You tilt your head to the side as you process his request. “Yours?”

“Mine.”

“You want me to be yours?”

“If that’s something you want.”

“It is something I want.”

“Then say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa hisses, grinding against you. He’s not even inside of you yet and he feels like he could explode.

“Please, Hwa,” you whisper and reach down to line him up yourself.

“Wait fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD. It’s okay,” you assure him.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you’re clean.”

“I am, I haven’t been with anyone since last year, and I’ve been tested.”

“Me too.”

“Then we’re good?” he asks. 

“We’re good.”

“Perfect. Deep breath, baby.”

Seonghwa’s arms threaten to give out the instant he begins to push himself inside of you. He should have been the one to take a deep breath. He already knows how you taste so he really should have been more prepared for how good you would feel but then again Seonghwa had always been a bit Icarian in nature so his overly ambitious attitude is pretty par for the course in light of everything. 

“Hold on, just... just give me a second,” he stutters.

He swears you clench around him purposefully, playing it off with a meek “sorry, it was an accident” when he glares at you. He wouldn’t put it past you to turn this into a competition too, but he wants to remember your first time together as something special. He wants to be in the moment with you, wants to make you cum over and over and over on his cock until you can’t say anything but his name. He wants to make tonight all about you. He wants to make every night about you, but he’ll have to start with tonight. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him, voice so sweet he almost has to pull out so he doesn’t end what’s barely started. 

“You feel too good,” he admits, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“If you cum now, we can just go again, right?”

Right. He forgot about that. He needs to stop thinking with his dick. 

“Yeah, right. Right.”

“Fucked out already?” you tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s you,” he pants weakly. “How can I not be?”

You open your mouth, probably about to say something smart in reply but he rolls his hips just as you do, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The words seem to dissolve on your tongue, your mouth falling open in a moan instead.

“What was that, baby?” he asks, moving even faster now.

You answer in mumbled nonsense. Seonghwa smirks down at you and leans forward to kiss the point where your neck meets your collarbone. He thinks about what a hickey would look like there, what kind of attention it would draw from everyone tomorrow morning. 

He can’t dwell on it for too long, though, because you’re yanking him back up by his hair, warning him that you’re about to cum.

“Already?”

“It’s you,” you repeat his own words back to him, and he feels his own stomach tense up in anticipation. “You and your perfect dick.”

Okay, so, less romantic than his sentiment but the structure was still there. It made him feel warm inside nonetheless. 

“Can I cum, please? Please?”

“Do you think you can be quiet? We don’t want a noise complaint, remember?” 

“I c-can be quiet.”

You’re lying through your teeth and Seonghwa can tell, he’s known you for so long now that he;’s memorized all of your tells. But he’s right there on the edge too and he wants nothing more than to cum with you.

“I’m close too, baby. Shit, can I cum inside you? Please?”

“God, yes- please, give it to me...”

He kisses you as he cums, managing to swallow some of your moans and cries of his name as you cum even harder than you did the first time. He’s sensitive by the time you finally come down from it but he doesn’t pull out. 

“Can we lay like this for a second?”

You nod easily, letting out a soft laugh when Seonghwa drops his weight on top of you. “I don’t think I can move anyway.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”

“Oh my god, get off of me.”

“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

“You’re the worst!”

“The worst at what?”

“Everything!”

“You didn’t seem to think that a few minutes ago,” he points out. 

“I’m having post-nut clarity,” you mumble, pushing weakly at his shoulders. 

“I didn’t know that happened to girls,” he muses. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about women,” you snap, still struggling underneath him. “Maybe if you talked to one once and a while you’d be more knowledgeable on the subject.” 

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“That’s because I- are you getting hard again?” you ask in disbelief. 

“I told you that bickering with you turns me on!”

“You are unbelievable!”

Seonghwa kisses you and rolls his hips experimentally. You moan, relaxing under him immediately. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” you sigh against his lips. 

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to be late to brunch tomorrow.”

happy birthday emily!! i'm so lucky to call you my bestie and i hope you enjoyed your very late present :)

breakfast in bed

masterlist

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader x choi san

w.c.: 3.7k

tags: smut, fluff, established poly!relationship

you wanted seonghwa to feel all your love for his birthday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you two doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I can’t, I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sex and Embers and Frost

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Series

ღAuthor's Note: this is an idea that was cooked up between @flowerboykun and me. I was very excited to breath life into the opening of this world with these alt/emo/goth/punk hybrid dragon boyos. Hopefully you love them just as much as mia and i do😭

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Hwa x Bunny Hybrid! reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! San ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu: hybrid au, strangers to lovers ღWord Count: 3,921 ღWarnings: oral (f receiving), temperature play, hair pulling, biting, hints to predator/prey play, breast play, squirting, cum eating, size kink, penetrative sex without barrier, double penetration, anal sex (f receiving), dacryphilia, hints towards mxm, degradation kink, creampie, overstimulation, mfm orgasm(s) ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: when your bunny friends drag you to an Gothic club and didn't tell you, so you dressed up in your typical preppy fit, not expecting to catch the eyes of two hybrid dragons ღMasterlist ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, @flurrys-creativity​ &@songmingisthighs thank you for all beta-ing.

When they first meet~

Your blue eyes scanned the beauty that was the club that your friends had dragged you to. The Gothic arches were gorgeous  and the cross-eyed gargoyles added to the aesthetic but… you picked at your skirt and winced. You were dressed in your typical pink and white, that offset your white ears and red eyes, being a bunny hybrid, but it was making you stick out like a sore thumb in this goth club.

Unfortunately, because you had taken the time to observe your surroundings, you had wound up separated from your friends. This gave the perfect opportunity, however, for two very interested dragon hybrids to, for lack of a better term, to pounce on you.

A hand descended on your shoulder and you jumped in the air in surprise. You had been so hyper focused on the architecture that your sense of your surroundings had been dulled and you had been caught unaware. 

A low, male chuckle sounded from behind you. “You look a little lost there, Hops. This isn’t your typical crowd is it?”

Your eyes widened at the man who had turned you around. His jelly-pink lips had a ring piercing, and it was safe to say, that wasn’t the only thing that stood out about the man. There were scales along his hairline, near his temple and scattered along his cheekbones, that were a shiny, deep purple. And his eyes were silver and slit like a lizard--your brain screamed to you that he was a dragon hybrid and most certainly a predator animal.

You shook your head and attempted to stand a little straighter. "I'm actually here with my fluffle--"

"Fluffle," he echoed you, "Cute."

You teetered on your heels uncertainly. "I think I'll--"

"Oh, you're not leaving us, are you, Hops?" Another man came to lean over the first dragon hybrid’s shoulder, hand hooked on the other’s broad shoulder. His long hair was tied up halfway, with strands framing his face and the lower half still left hanging. His scaling was black but iridescent and his slitted eyes were an electric blue. “I just got here.”

The purple hybrid’s chin set stubbornly at the black hybrid joining. “I got this, Seonghwa,” He said flatly.

Seonghwa put the hand that was on the purple hybrid’s shoulder on his head and ruffled his hair. “What’s wrong, San? Don’t feel like sharing tonight?”

Your eyes darted from one man to the other, trying to keep an eye on the predators in front of you. Your heart was beating out of your chest. But when your tongue came out to nervously lick your lips, both dragon hybrids narrowed their eyes on the motion. Your tongue froze at the corner of your mouth, an instinct to remain still when such a moment occurred.

San went back to frowning, “Hwa!”

Seonghwa smirked confidently. “Why don’t we leave it up to her, hmm?” Seonghwa circumvented San and was now standing in front of you. His size was underlined by the fact that he had to tip your chin to get you to make eye contact with him. You could feel your ears going flat. “How about it, Hops? Let’s go back to our lair and you can decide who you prefer the most.”

You were trembling and your stomach was curling and before your better judgment could kick in--you slowly nodded your head. “Please,” You whimpered.

Both dragon hybrids smirked and you shuddered in Seonghwa’s grasp. “Perfect,” He said happily, “Let’s go.”

Your mind was a whirl and the traveling between the club to their apartment was inconsequential compared to the position you were in right now.  Your tiny body was sat between San’s legs. He was currently peppering kisses from the slope of your shoulder up your neck and back again. He had discovered it was an erogenous area for you and wouldn’t leave it alone once he did. His ringed hands were holding your thighs apart, firmly so, because Seonghwa was kneeling between both your legs. 

“Stop squirming, Hops,” San growled, “Or I’m going to fuck you before Seonghwa can prep you fully.”

Seonghwa made eye contact with San from below, “That’s hot.”

“Shut up, Hwa,” San snapped with no real heat behind it.

“Be a good bunny for me, hmm?” Seonghwa said while his eyes were on your core where your panties still covered it, “I want all your cute noises. Don’t deny me them, okay?”

You were nodding. You had no idea what Seonghwa had in store for you but you did know that you loved the way San’s hands felt holding your thighs apart and those plush lips on your skin. 

Seonghwa’s hands almost held your leg reverently as his eyes rolled up to meet yours and his lips touched your skin. One minute he was leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there and the next you watched a curl of mist leave his mouth. You frowned, because you could have sworn it was similar to a breath you would exhale in the dead of winter and then you were distracted by a flash of silver--was that a ball from a tongue piercing? You squealed as cold metal touched your skin.

San's fingers dug into your thighs, holding you even wider. "Something wrong, little bunny?" The next time his lips touched your neck, his lip ring felt abnormally warm, almost hot and you yelped.

"Wh-what's going on?" You couldn't help but stutter.

"We're dragons," San said simply, "You're okay with a little magic in your foreplay, right?"

"Yes," You said in a tiny voice that was completely full of anticipation for what this night would give you.

Seonghwa's tongue is out in full force, as he uses one long lick to go from the inside of your knee to your hip bone. The cold gives you goosebumps, but much to your embarrassment, it also made your tail begin to twitch, waiting for that coldness to meet your throbbing, hot mess of a cunt.

San chuckled lowly in your ear. "Hops, your tail is twitching. Is he making you feel that good?" You whimpered in response, your tail only moving more frequently. San moaned into your ear, gripping your earlobe between his teeth before letting go. "He hasn't even kissed your tiny pussy yet. You're such an easy bun, huh Hops?"

Seonghwa's shoulders quake in silent laughter but still he moved his head to hover over your mound. Those slitted eyes narrowed to near slivers, the electric blue iris being more prominent and terrifying you. That was the same look a predator gives its prey before striking the final blow. Your heart beat out of your chest again but you also felt some wetness leak further onto your underwear. Your body didn't know what it wanted: flight or fuck.

The cold ball of Seonghwa's tongue piercing played with your clit through your underwear and your back bowed in response. Your hands descended onto Seonghwa's head and one of your hands became a fist to grab Seonghwa's ponytail. You yanked on it hard, almost as if you wanted to pull his tongue away from you. In contrast, your body rolled into his licks. You could feel the cold breath of Seonghwa's coming to life between your thighs and you shivered at the threat. 

San bit into your shoulder and you could feel his sharp canines making indents into the soft skin there. "You're driving me wild, Hops. You smell so fucking good, like a damn sugar cookie."

"D-don't eat me," You pleaded from the animal side of your brain, only aware that a dragon hybrid had put his meat-ripping teeth into you.

Seonghwa's dry chuckles could be heard from in between your legs, no longer silent this time. "The irony," he said with a crooked smile on his face before he pushed aside your panties so he could have full access to your dripping cunt. "Wonder if she tastes like a sugar cookie too?"

You yelped and gasped at the same time because simultaneously as Seonghwa thrusted his long tongue inside of your hole, San let his lip ring turn momentarily burning hot. "Careful, Hops, or I might find that more appealing than our current activities."

"S-san," You mumbled his name, even though your eyes were on Seonghwa with his eyes closed, tongue fucking your cunt.

"This is what I'm talking about," San growled. "You stutter my name like that and I'm going to want to play Chase the Bunny."

His tongue swiped at your skin and finally let go of your legs. Seonghwa's leather jacket fell to the crook of his elbows as he braced your legs open instead. He took on your weight like it was nothing. San's previous occupied hands began to massage your breasts through your tight shirt. "Been wanting to play with these nipples all night."

Seonghwa's tongue had begun to curl inside of you, reaching a spot that was dangerous. Your eyebrows furrowed. "No wait, don't--I'll--"

Your body began to shake and you cried out as you squirted all over Seonghwa's face. It was pure good luck that Seonghwa already had his eyes closed but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth, accepting your wetness.

San's hand became slack against your breasts as his mouth dropped and he laughed in disbelief. "Did you just make her squirt?"

Your body was like a ragdoll against San's body when Seonghwa finally opened his eyes. He wiped his face with his hand, looking quite pleased with himself. "Fuck, Hops, that was hot."

You are whining in embarrassment but you still can't move. "I'm sorry."

San's light laughter peppered the air. "She's sorry, Hwa."

Seonghwa stood up, tweaking the end of your ear. "Don't be embarrassed, little bun, you just gave me the highest honor."

San unceremoniously shoved your body off him and you collapsed into Seonghwa's arms. San quickly began to unbutton his pants, the chains that connected from belt loop to back pocket twinkling merrily. "I'm so fucking hard, I thought I was going to come in my pants with her fucking tail playing with me."

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at San. "New kink unlocked?"

San mockingly sneered at Seonghwa, showing another peek of his sharp canines. "Shut up."

Your skirt was already high up on your hips and your panties pulled out of the way but that wasn't enough for San. He easily ripped your underwear from your body with an impatient snarl. "This tiny puss is mine."

The air is filled with the smell of sex and faintly of embers and frost.  "Right, Hops?" San asked.

You looked up to Seonghwa, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. Unless you're saying your cunt belongs to me already. Then I won before San even got to prove himself. Kinda sad, don't you think?"

You gulped and swallowed but there was no moisture there. Your voice sounded tiny even to yourself but you somehow managed to say, "My tiny puss is yours… Sannie."

"Well, that's it, I'm fucked," San announced. 

With that, San pushed into your pussy, firmly and without pause until he was fully seated inside you. He was panting behind you. "Bet I'm so fucking huge inside of you, the way your cunt is clenching me, Jesus, you're tight." San slithered a hand from your hip to your stomach and pressed down, causing you to moan. "Fuck, I can feel my dick imprint, jesus, Hops."

Seonghwa petted your hair and ears. "You are a tiny thing. We could spit roast you right now and you would have no issues, would you?"

"B-both of you?" You squeaked. "At the same time?"

Seonghwa tipped his head to the side. "You can do it, right? You're a sweet little bunny that would give her all to us, right? A sweet little slutty bun who would take everything she got given, even if it drove her to tears. You'd cry big fat tears to be stuffed by both of us, wouldn't you, Hops?"

"You're not talking about my mouth anymore, are you?" You whimpered in realization.

Seonghwa smiled so sweetly even though he was thinking the filthiest thoughts. "Such a smart girl, Hops."

He tipped your head and rewarded you with a deep kiss, his lips still wet from when you had squirted all over his face. His lips and tongue took over your senses until it was all you could focus on. You didn't realize you were whimpering into his mouth until he started to chuckle and released you. "Forgot San was inside of you, didn't you."

You gasped. "S-san, I--"

San simply chuckled evilly behind you. You did not get to see the dirty look San sent Seonghwa. San had not, not truely, realized what he was getting into, letting Seonghwa challenge him. "I'm going to fuck you so good, that's the only name that's going to be falling from your lips."

"Unless," Seonghwa stared down San, "Hops agrees to being double stuffed."

"You can get her cute little mouth, I get this!" San snarled as he pulled back and then thrusted harshly into you. Your breath caught in the back of your throat at the pressure. 

Seonghwa's gentle hands pulled at your sensitive ear, pinching the bottom and making you yelp. His other hand quickly chucked your chin and his thumb slipped against your bottom lip. "And as lovely as that would be," Seonghwa agreed, on the surface at least, "I think that Hops would be better equipped to take us both at the same time. Then she can truly decide who she will choose at the end of the night."

San mercilessly pounded into you, making you grab fistfuls of Seonghwa’s sleeveless shirt, your tongue swirling around Seonghwa’s thumb that was still in your mouth. "This tiny bunny pussy is mine," San snarled.

Your head bobbed, humming in agreement. Seonghwa, however, was unsatisfied with the current predicament. "San," he growled.

San let out a loud, frustrated noise but halted the slapping of skin on skin. You breathed heavily and whined at the loss of the pleasure between your legs. San patted your hip, in an attempt to reassure you. "Don't worry, Hops, I'll fill you up, we just have to do a quick position change."

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. "Let me slip inside of her. I bet she's so fucking wet, her slickness alone could prep her for me to fuck her puckered hole."

"Am I your fucking fluffer?" San snarled, "Should I put my mouth around you instead and make sure you're ready for her?"

A shiver traveled from the soles of your feet, throughout your body, making your tail flutter and your ears flip-flop. A slow, sure smile pulled at Seonghwa's lips. "Oh, does our bunny like the idea of my cock slipping between San’s plush lips?"

You could feel your face heating up. "You're both really hot."

"Oh, Hops," San sighed, "Fine. Slip inside of her. You won't have a hard time, she's probably loose now from taking my thick cock. Just hurry up!"

San pulled out of you and Seonghwa turned you to face San. He smoothed an appreciative hand down your spine and then pushed inside of you. "Oh fuck this bunny pussy!" Seonghwa exclaimed.

San chucked your chin and guided your head to his pelvis. You licked your lips at the sight of more scaling along San's hips and what amounted to a true treasure trail from his belly button to his cock. "Pretty," You couldn't help but coo, reaching out to trace the purple scales.

"Am I pretty to you, Hops?" San said in a low, soft voice. "Wanna touch? Wanna lick? Go on. I'll give you a tip. The skin along our scales is very sensitive."

You held San’s twitching cock out of the way so that your rough tongue could glide along the soft scales and skin. San watched with hooded eyes and his muscles jerked as it made its way along the treasure trail, to meet at the base of his cock. Just as you were about to lick your way up San’s shaft when Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your tail, making you yelp and cry out. "Okay, I take back my teasing from before. Her tail twitching against your cock is hot."

"Are you done yet?" San growled, once again no longer being the center of your world.

"My dick is drenching, Hops," Seonghwa observed as he pulled out of you. "Gonna fuck you full of dragon cock, huh? You ready to be double stuffed? You better give us those big fat tears you promised."

"I'm ready," you said in a shaky voice.

San held you in a reverse of the position you three had started in. His hands were under your knees as he sunk into you, face to face, and feet off the ground. He bit into his lower lip, tongue playing with his lip ring as he bottomed out again. Then Seonghwa approached from behind, nails digging into your hip bones as he pushed into your other hole. You were whimpering and moaning the entire time, taking both of their thick, long cocks. Once they were both bottomed out inside of you, you tossed your head back to rest against Seonghwa's shoulder.

"How do you feel, Hops?" Seonghwa asked.

"I'm so full," You whined.

"You like it though," San teased, a smirk playing with his lips, "I can feel you clenching down on me so hard. I'm surprised you didn't come from both of us entering you. You're such an easy lay."

"M-move?" You managed to ask, one ear flicking backward to listen to Seonghwa, while the other focused on San.

They did so without further ado, and you could only let out pitiful cries as they fucked you in both holes. You swore you were going to burst but also the pleasure was immeasurable, coursing along every damn nerve you possessed. When one pulled out, the other one pushed in, and it was a never-ending roller-coaster of rapture between your legs. The only thing your animal brain could focus on was the smell of strawberry jam coming from behind you and a sea breeze from behind you. Were those Seonghwa and San’s personal scents? They smelled heavenly.

"Poor Hops," San laughed, "You look so fucked out right now? Is your tiny little brain full of white noise right now? Getting fucked so good by a couple a dragon dicks, huh? I can barely understand how a tiny puss and ass like yours is taking us but I guess that just speaks volumes on how greedy you are for us. Taking us so fucking well, aren’t you Hops?”

That’s when the tears began. They welled up in your eyes and then started to slowly run down your cheek and dripped from your jaw to your bosom, only to make a trail down the valley of your breasts. You just felt a lot of things. You felt safe, you felt adored, you felt full and you felt sexy. It was just a lot and so the tears came easily. Your bottom lip trembled and you pouted as you said, “I’m taking you so well.”

“Aw, Hops, you look so fucking cute, crying for us,” San cooed mockingly.

“I can’t believe how well she’s taking my cock in her ass,” Seonghwa said in reverence again, “Damn, Hops, you really were built to be a little toy for a couple of dragon hybrids, huh?”

You can barely reply between the alternate thrusting, unsure if you’re getting better pleasure from the thick cock in your pussy or the long cock in your ass. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come,” San cried out, his thrusts starting to become erratic but somehow hitting deeper inside of you. 

“M-me t-t-too,” You whimpered, feeling the curl in your stomach ready to snap.

“Gonna take all of me, Hops? Gonne let me fill you up with dragon cum, right? I bet you get a little bump from all the fucking cum I’m going to unload on you, oh fuck--!” San thrusted deep inside of you, holding himself there and grunted as his cock shot his load into you. He throbbed and twitched and continued to unload and even when he pulled his heavy cock out of you, there was still more shooting out. 

You would have been fascinated yourself if not for the fact that you were twitching and whining and convulsing from your own orgasm. Your pussy wouldn’t stop fluttering around him and it was like echoes of your pleasure continued to radiate from your lower half. It was both pleasing and exhausting and you were pretty sure you had never come harder in your entire life than in that moment. However, you still had another hole and dick to worry about.

“Now for the real show to start,” Seonghaa said, tucking his tongue between his lips.

“Are you kidding me?” San said with disbelief. “Like you could out do that performance.” He promptly dropped his head to your shoulder to relax.

You started to whimper, feeling a bit overstimulated. You shook your head desperately, your ears softly hitting your cheeks. “No. It’s too much. Too much!”

“Oh, come on, Hops,” Seonghwa grunted, “You can come for us again, can’t you? Gonna fill this ass with my cum. You want to be filled with both of us right? Come for me again, sweet bun.”

“Hhhhnnnnn,” You started to cry out as you felt another climax burst over you, this from Seonghwa fucking you up the ass.

You started to cry again, the pleasure being above and beyond everything you had experienced. With San out of you now, you had no choice but to focus on how your ass was taking every thrust of Seonghwa’s, pushing into it like you couldn't get enough of his cock. 

“See, I knew you could do it, Hops. You’re such a sweet little slutty bunny, just for us, right?”

“Just for you,” You repeated tiredly.

Seonghwa let out a desperate cry himself, fucking your ass as his climax tore through him. He unloaded into you too, and you whimpered at how fucking dirty this entire endeavor was. But it felt so fucking good, you didn’t have any regrets.

But the original question still floated in your mind: who would you choose after this?

"I chose you both," You said with a hoarse voice, sounding barely alive.

"Sorry, Hops, I can't hear you with my cum leaking out of your tiny hole, you wanna repeat that?" San muttered, his head still against your shoulder, words muffled but still just as mean.

"I choose you both!" You shout with a rough voice. "I can't pick. I want you both."

You bounce against Seonghwa's chest as he laughed behind you. "Bet you didn't see that coming, huh, San?"

"I hate you, Seonghwa," San grumbled. He raised his head and kissed your quaking nose. "Fine, Hops. You get to have the both of us."

"Just like that?" You wondered.

"Well, hardly," Seonghwa corrected you. "Your body is ours now. Don't you know how dragons are with treasure? We're greedy sonsabitches. Once you're a part of our hoard, you never leave."

"What he means is, your sweet little body is ours now, Hops. To do with what we want, when we want. And you know the best part?" San leaned forward to push aside your hair so he could directly speak into your flickering ear. "There's more of us."

This time it's Seonghwa's turn to finally narrow his eyes at San. "Really, you're going to bring the rest of them into this?"

San shrugged. "You started it."

"I'll end it, you hatchling," Seonghwa threatened.

San stuck his tongue out childishly at Seonghwa and you giggled when the purple hybrid called the black dragon Grandpa.

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Dragon Oracle

🐉Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event! 🐉Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho 🐉Genre: enemies to lovers au, poly!ot8, fantasy au 🐉Word Count: 15,916 (yeah this bitch is wordy but it's an entire saga in one sitting, so sit back and enjoy the show) 🐉Warnings:  fighting with swords, blood, death, penetrative sex with no barrier, overstim, mentions of mxm, dom!reader x sub!jongho, scratching/marking, dom!yunho x sub!reader, big cock! yunho, hair pulling, finger sucking, clit stimulation, degradation kink, choking, future fucks with San and seonghwa {separately dear God why did I write it like that no} and mingi (cunninlingus) , mentions of mate bond-testing sex with yeosang? 🐉Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst, romance

🐉Summary: Dragon from the window au~ What if yn was born as a dragon oracle instead? (please read smalls headcanons and fics before you read mine, you will not regret it! especially mean hongjoong a la ugly dragon!)

🐉Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta’s. And to smalls: this is my love letter to the wonderful world you have created. Know that I will always be a fan of your work, your writing and this world 🥰

🐉🐉🐉

"Fraud."

"You're not even a true dragon!"

"Filthy oracle."

Your kind had fallen out of favor centuries ago. When the clans fought the witches, using their dark magic and assassins, they practically wiped the oracle's out. For you, the oracle's were now used for the desperate, for the weak, but never truly taken seriously by any of the high ranking dragons, including the prince. Especially considering that any oracle could not turn into a dragon. It was said that it was a curse on the oracles for failing the dragon clans all those eons ago…

You were from a long line of dragon oracles who could trace themselves back to the wars. The problem with that lie in that everyone was living a lie. Most of the way that the current oracles conjured their ‘visions’ was with a lot of smoke and mirrors, cheap tricks that fascinated the hatchlings and elderly but the sharp-eyed dragons of the clan never fell for it. You knew you were about to be hauled off to the council to vote if you were to remain in the clan if you attempted to fool one of the dragons who could see right through the cheap tricks. Finding one of them at your door was hardly a good omen.

Lucky for you, you kept out of their way, no matter how handsome some of the higher ranking dragons were. The prince certainly was haughty, noble and beautiful but some of his mates were also akin to sparkly jewels. That was until the day you learned that one of them was your mate as well.

You were residing in a hammock, swinging around in the incense-filled room that you shared with your hatchling brood, your ‘sacred sisters’, when your eyes clouded over. You began to scream in fear and fell from your hammock. One of your sister’s ran for the eldest oracle, guessing that she would be the best to help you in your current state. 

While you were left in the arms of one of your other sisters, you saw something that didn’t quite make sense to you at first. You saw a man who was dressed like a dragon hunter and he brandished a weapon that made you feel like you just had received a punch to the gut. There was no doubt that that sword was made from your mother’s great silver talon. 

You received a quick flash of your mother’s final moments, tragic and harsh, being lashed down to the earth by strong nets and to never fly again. Your mother had mated with your father, from that long line of oracles, much to the chagrin of her family. She had a true form which you always envied. That’s why it hurt you even more when you had lost her to dragon hunters. She always seemed to be the one true dragon who accepted you. 

But that was not all you were privy to. You watched as the dragon hunter approached one of the prince’s mates. You saw the brown hair and knew it was Jongho. He struggled in his human form, a delicate but strong family of chains wrapping around him, prominently around his shoulders. 

“Release me!” Jongho demanded with a bellow, never ceasing to fight his confines.

The dragon hunter chuckled. “Why would I do that when I have the clear advantage here? I’ll simply drag you back to our camp and we will harvest your dragon parts when we force you back into your more appealing form.”

Your heart dropped. Was this a vision of the future or was this happening in real time? You decided you didn’t care once the vision adjusted one more time.

You were shown a domestic scene full of love and adoration. You were holding Jongho and he was allowing you to card your hands through his hair. “You’re mine,” Jongho growled below you.

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share the other’s fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You couldn't put your finger on it, but something had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well for now, at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

Your eyes slowly became unclouded and you were able to see the wrinkled face of the eldest dragon oracle within the clan. Awe was clearly written all over her face. “A true oracle. Finally!” she shouted.

Your sisters had all gathered around you and gasped as the elder spoke. “Surely you kid.”

The granny cupped your face with her withered hands and smiled happily, tears brimming in her eyes. “My grandmother was a true oracle. They killed her in fear that she would ruin the rest of our lives. But I saw her eyes turn cloudy only an hour before she predicted her death. They say that our eyes go cloudy because we gave up our dragon form for the ability to see. The clouds are our spirit selves flying the skies of the future.”

Your sisters murmured amongst themselves but you gently pushed yourself up from the ground, remembering your vision. “I must find Jongho!”

One of your sister’s screwed up her nose. “Why? That warrior will only spit on you if you talk to him.”

“He’s in danger!” You shouted, feeling sick to your stomach with fear.

The elder oracle pointed to the door. “If anyone would know of his whereabouts, it would be his other mates. You cannot approach Hongjoong or Seonghwa easily, but the other warriors will know where he patrols. Go, child, follow your vision!”

Based on your vision, you knew you would be fighting if you were going to help Jongho, so you quickly grabbed your sword that sat uselessly in its sheath by your bed. If you were good for anything, it was your sword fighting abilities. Your father trained you, first to protect your mother and later to protect yourself. You didn't have a dragon form to rely on, so you had to hone your human one.

You ran to the training grounds where most of the warriors honed their skills. There you found Yeosang with chain sickle. He was currently wrapping the chain around his arm and hand gripping the sickle part hard enough to make his muscles bulge. "Is Jongho out on patrol?" You demanded.

Yeosang stared you, looking you up and down, clearly unimpressed you were talking to him. "Aren't you from the oracle family? Why would you need to know where Jongho is?"

"Yeosang, please. I am a part of this clan. Set aside our differences and tell me where Jongho is. I might not have enough time to get to him!"

Yeosang gives you a look full of judgment. "He's gone to the forest east of here, patrolling all the way to the mountains. He could be anywhere."

You placed a hand on Yeosang's arm. "Thank you."

And that's when you saw clouds again, obscuring your vision and showing you a glimpse into the future.

"Do you…do you think you could forgive me?" Yeosang's eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at your bandaged arm.

"You just saw a human, you weren't thinking. Being in that much pain must have made your instincts as a dragon flare. I'm sure if--" your breath caught in your throat. There it was again. That guilt branded into your skull: you would never understand truly being a dragon.

"I'll take you out," Yeosang rushed out his words. "When you're better. I'll take you for a flight. Everyone from our clan should know how the wind feels on their face when they fly."

You couldn't help but feel emotional. "You don't have to do that," You declined softly.

Yeosang pushed your chin up so that you would meet his eyes. "You're my mate. I want to share that with you."

Your eyes unclouded and Yeosang looked at you with round eyes. "What was that?"

You smiled awkwardly. "Oracle stuff."

"Wha-?" Before Yeosang could make you explain yourself, you were gone. 

You ran to the stables. The horses were there for farming and tilling the fields that helped feed the livestock that the clan ate. But this wouldn't have been the first time you hopped onto the back of one of the docile geldings. You were desperate to feel something of your dragon origins, so horses had been your bridge to that.

So you galloped through the eastern forest, weaving amongst the animal trails, eyes peeled for Jongho’s dragon form. You cursed under your breath, sure that you were going to arrive too little too late.

You bursted into a clearing and saw two small bodies in the distance. Could that be them? You urged your horse forward, whispering to him of the sweet sugar you would feed him later if he rode like the wind to get you to Jongho’s side. The horse tore through the tall grass and you confirmed it was Jongho struggling in his bonds before the dragon hunter who had killed your mother when you were young.

You let out a yell full of rage and fury and halted the horse, jumping to the ground. Your sword came free of its sheath and soon it was clanging against the hunters. 

"Oh, dragon, is this human a friend of yours?" The hunter said through gritted teeth.

You bared yours at him in retaliation. "I'm your worst nightmare. A dragon who fights like a human."

You could tell the hunter had truly only used his strength against his opponents; he had no finesse. He barely was able to block any of your strikes and half of his were easy to dodge. He wasn't a fighter, he was a hunter. Bullying was in his nature, winning a sword fight was not.

With one final guttural yell, you pulled back your sword and plunged it into the gap of his neck and shoulder of his boiled leather armor. The man died with a quiet, bloody gurgle and then it was done.

You wiped the blade on his corpse and turned to check on Jongho. But first, you went to a knee. That last thing you wanted was to insult Jongho. "How can I help you?"

"Did you…did you just save my life? How?" Jongho said in disbelief.

"I saw you being captured in a premonition." 

Jongho blinked at you. "And so you came to save me?"

"I…" You eyed the ground. "I had to. That hunter killed my mother. He was going to kill you."

"But I've never even acknowledged your existence. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've called your family a pale shadow of a dragon."

You grimaced in mental pain. "You are a part of my clan. You are the prince's mate. You are--" my mate.

"Quickly, help me get out of these chains. They're binding me to human form!" Jongho urged you.

You moved to stand behind him and found the clasp and it fell to the ground. Jongho rolled his neck and shoulders in relief. "Can you…should you transform?" You wondered, unsure if he would take insult.

Jongho turned and shook his head. "I don't think I should." He changed the subject immediately, "You fight like a feral creature!"

"The hunter was a--oh the sword!" You remembered how you identified the hunter in the first place.

You pulled the sword from underneath the dragon hunter and brandished it. The silver hue of an immortal creature turned rainbow tinged in the light. You could feel the connection to the sword; you could say with everything that made you you, that this sword had been carved from your mother’s talon. 

"You should name it Rosa's Bane," Jongho suggested.

"You knew of my mother?" You frowned heavily.

"Of course I do. They tell us all her story so that we know what happens to bad little dragons." Jongho’s gaze dropped in shame.

"It's okay," You say softly, "I'm aware of what they say."

"But!" Jongho’s booted feet touched yours as he halted in front of you, teeth snapping shut. "You're a real oracle! And you saved my life."

"All I ask in return is for you to be kinder to the oracle family," You asked in a hushed tone. "I'll leave you be then."

Before you could turn and head back to the gelding, Jongho's hand went to your bicep. "Wait. I owe you an apology. You clearly aren't only about yourself and your tricks. There's more to you than meets the eye."

You let a small smile of hope pull the corner of your lips. "Apology accepted."

After saving Jongho, the elders of the clan held a council. You recounted your experience honestly. Hongjoong sat at his place--on a throne made from melted stone that could only be heated by dragon's fire--looking bored, head in hand. Your elder collaborated with your state, your urgency to save Jongho. Even Yeosang came before the council, his deep voice echoing against the old lava tunnels of the mountain. He confirmed your clouded vision state. And when Jongho took the center of the natural auditorium, passionately speaking of how you saved him and avenged your mother, and therefore were a hero of the clan, well, no one could deny that things were about to change.

Suddenly, you had your own rooms. They were filled with silk pillows and luscious smelling incense. You were given lost treasures of the clan that were put away in an old horde cave, for dragon's never disregarded their treasures, simply rotated through their favorites. An old copper bowl filled with embers for scrying. A large book and stand to record your visions. Even old toe bones of the first oracle dragon, said to speak the truth of your soul. 

You were declared oracle of the dragon clan and had an official standing. You were on equal terms as Seonghwa, the right hand of Hongjoong himself. Hongjoong would have nothing to do with you, or so it seemed as if you never saw the prince. But Seonghwa, on the other hand, you saw a lot of. 

Part of your official duties, especially as oracle, was to be privy to the decision making of the clan. Where the next patrol should be, when they should celebrate a new brood of hatchlings being brought into this world, the list went on. Seonghwa begrudgingly worked with you. You could tell he was unsure of you. He didn’t trust you, but clearly you had saved Jongho, so you got points for that.

“Seonghwa?” You dared to grab his attention as he was working on the details of the next feast.

“Yes?” He said in his clipped but coldly polite tone that he always took on when addressing you.

“What’s this map over here?” The edges of your vision were getting blurry and you were starting to learn that you were closer to a clue of a true seeing.

Seonghwa’s eyes flitted to what you were pointing to on the table. “That? Just Hongjoong planning on visiting a settlement. It’s nothing to worry about. The plans are all set.”

Your hand trembled as you moved to reach for it. Seonghwa was back to focusing on his writing, quill feather moving diligently. “Something about this map feels weird.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “Are you going to pretend you know something about it, Oracle?”

“Seonghwa, I’m serious!” You raised your voice at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped up to watch you as you finally snatched up the map but no vision occurred. He let out a mocking laugh. “Looks like you can only see visions when it’s convenient for you, hmm?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and that’s when he gave up his writing and stood up. “You may be a bit of a warrior in your own right, but you forget your place. I am a dragon. I will put you down if need be.”

You threw up your hands in frustration. “Because God forbid I actually help someone. Do you know how close Jongho was to--”

Seonghwa’s long legs took him close to you but you side stepped him before he could touch you. You didn’t want what happened with Yeosang to happen right now. Even if it would prove to Seonghwa that you were a true oracle first hand, you didn’t want the knowledge that Seonghwa was also your mate. Not right now, at least. Seonghwa regarded you with suspicion but did not attempt again to grab you. “You're dismissed, Oracle. Sleep well.”

“Gladly,” You replied to him curtly and left the room posthaste.

You sped walk to your quarters and slammed the door for good measure. You also took your meal within your room as well. You were tired of having to fight for your spot. All you wanted to do was help the clan, but you couldn’t if both Seonghwa and Hongjoong were against you. You felt like your seeing abilities were a curse at this point.

Sometime in the evening, when the sun had been laid to rest and the moon watched over the world, there was a knock on your door. “Go away, Seonghwa!” You shouted, throwing a shoe at your door, “I don’t want to hear about how useless I am.”

“Oracle?” A different voice came through the wood of the door. “It’s Jongho.”

You rushed to your door, feeling chagrined. “Jongho, I’m so sorry!’

Jongho was sporting a slight frown. “Is Seonghwa causing you trouble? I could talk to him for you.”

You shook your head. “No. That’s my battle to fight. Don’t worry about it.” Your eyes took in the mysterious robe that Jongho had on. “How are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you since I rescued you.”

Jongho’s turned his head left then right, eyes searching the hallway before saying “Do you think I could come in?”

“Sure, sure,” You opened your door and let Jongho come into your room.

He took a few steps, head swinging to take in the different objects you had. “Have you had any visions…since that day?”

You shook your head and closed the door. “Either there is nothing important enough to see or it was a fluke,” You laughed bitterly.

Jongho spun around. “Don’t say that!”

You cocked your head in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

Jongho grasped his robe near his collarbones with two hands. “You can’t say that your visions have been a fluke.”

You took a step closer to Jongho. “Because?”

“Because…” Jongho took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes honestly. “Because you saw we were mates, didn’t you?”

You gasped. “How did you…?” 

“Oracle, I feel things for you that I have only felt for my other mates,” Jongho said in a hushed tone, his eyes dilating. “I burn for you.” 

“I--Jongho--” You started to step backwards. You knew in theory Jongho was yours but nothing could have prepared you for this.

For every step you took backwards, Jongho took a step forwards. “I took the device that attempted to seal me to human form from that fateful day. I took it and made it into something as a memento; the day I met my mate.”

You shook your head, unable to find the words to tell him to stop. “You shouldn’t--does anyone else--?”

“Do you want to see it?” Jongho looked at you through his eyelashes flirtatiously. 

You swallowed but couldn't find any moisture in your mouth. “Do I want to see it?”

Without another word, Jongho dropped his robe. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it, but he did have something adorning his body. The same chains that bound him to human form were now made to frame his chest, falling along his shoulders and encircling his neck. You felt like your heartbeat was caught in your throat, like you had swallowed a hummingbird and it was looking to escape. 

“Oh, Jongho…” You said in awe of the picture he cut in the warmth of your candlelight.

“I have been trying to find the right moment to tell the others but I cannot hold back any longer. You saved my body and now I want to pay you back with that body. I must mate with you. I need to be inside of you,” Jongho begged, his eyes looking desperate.

“They will only hate me more!” You protested, “Don’t put me in that position, Jongho.”

Jongho shook his head. “I will not let them.” He placed a hand on the door that stood at your back, trapping you against it. “You protected me once, let me protect you now.”

Your last shred of protesting was cast aside then. So used to the cold attitude the majority of dragonkind treated you with, you caved under the need to be loved. You pressed your body and your lips to Jongho and he moaned into your mouth. "I'll take this offering of your body," You said in between eating up those plush lips of his.

"Please take me," Jongho whined again.

It was your turn to push while Jongho receded. Soon, the back of his legs hit the lounge you had in case your visions came on while looking into the embers or tossed the toe bones. He sat down heavily and you pulled up your diaphanous skirts to straddle Jongho’s leg.

Your forefinger traced Jongho’s collarbones and then both your hands raked your nails down his chest, pulling at his tight and sensitive nipples. Jongho let out a guttural grunt and you licked your lips in anticipation. 

"What's this, Jongho?" You reached in between your body and his and found his cock standing to attention. It twitched in your hands and Jongho whimpered.

"It's yours, it's all yours," Jongho babbled.

"Mine?" You asked, interest coating your voice, "Don't you share this with others? Perhaps they might protest, hmmm?"

Jongho shook his head, his cheeks jiggling at his alacrity. "Yours, yours, yours, for tonight, my body is yours."

You started to pump his cock in your hand. Jongho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and the back of his head hit the back of the lounge. "Please, your touch is so good. Feels so good." Jongho takes a moment to swallow and breathe out and he sounded like he was drowning in lust. "D-don't make me come in your hand. Mercy, please."

You languidly pumped his cock. "Are you truly asking for mercy?"

"No," Jongho admitted quickly and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "I want you to ruin me for everyone else."

You leaned down to whisper into Jongho’s ear. "I could have you bent over on my bed, tongue in your ass and hand wrapped around your dick, making you fall apart for me but that is not mating, is it, my pet?"

When you pulled back, Jongho looked up at you with shiny, bright brown eyes. "No."

"Then," You brought his cock to your entrance and rubbed it against your leaking hole, "Let's join and become one, hmmm?"

Your own skin was feverishly hot, feeling the need for Jongho as much as he had for you. It wasn't until you pushed down on him that you felt some sort of relief. 

Jongho’s hands flew to your hips, holding you there. "Wait, wait, I've wanted this for too long, let me--let me drink it in."

You lasted all of two seconds staying still before you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. "Please?"

"You forget your place," You said in a guttural tone as you began to weave your hips in a figure eight shape. "You said you were mine for the taking, remember?"

You turned Jongho’s face harshly and began to suck and lick up his neck. After each successful mark, you whispered "Mine" eliciting a shiver each time from Jongho.

When you finally get to his jawline you decided it was time to reward Jongho with a kiss to his lips. "Such a good pet, letting me take what I want from you, hmm?" You tugged at his bottom lip briefly with your teeth and he groaned for you again.

"I'm yours," Jongho whispered.

"Not until I take wholly what is mine," You growled.

You began a relentless pace, bouncing on Jongho’s cock. His whines were back, desperate and needy. "We will only be mated once you have come inside of me, Jongho. Need you to release your seed and then the deed is done."

You watched almost predatorily as the Adam's apple in Jongho’s throat bobbed up and down. "You--you first!" He said with a warbled shout.

You hooked a finger through Jongho's chained necklace and pulled him closer to you. "Was that an order?"

Jongho flinched at the sound of your dangerous purr. "No…"

“Then you will come. Now,” You commanded.

Jongho held you down on his cock and spurted inside of you, his noises of satisfaction and neediness filling the air. You slowed down your pace to simply winding your hips as Jongho came down from his high but you didn’t stop. His fingernails dug into your ass soon, however. 

“Too much,” He said through gritted teeth.

“Too much?” You smiled, “Didn’t you say you needed to be inside of me? Didn’t you want me to come too?”

Jongho nodded but whimpered at the overstimulation of his cock. The urge to pull yourself off of him and kiss and lick his cock surged through you; to have another dragon in your thrall touched a side of you that you didn’t know had the potential to develop but you suppressed it. You needed to seal the deal. You knew it in your bones that this was a joint mission.

So you pushed Jongho’s hair out of his face and kissed his nose, his cheeks, even his eyelids until his whines of overstimulation became groans of a second climax. “You can do it for me, pet, you can endure it so that I can come for you, right? You’re doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this, hmm? You trust me right?”

Jongho’s eyes were vulnerable and it was as if he was removing all of his layers to you and only you. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then let’s go again, shall we?” You nuzzled your nose against his and he nodded. 

You began to build your pleasure back up, brick by brick, thrust by thrust, until you were tingling again. Jongho was practically dripping out of you, and with your own slick adding to his cum, your room was filled with wet, lewd noises. 

Jongho was pussy-drunk again, however. His arms were lax at his side, his mouth open and drooling a bit, the only part of him truly moving was his pelvis muscles tensing for your bounce. “You’re so warm and wet,” He whimpered.

“You enjoy being inside of me that much, my pet?” You asked.

“I love your pussy,” Jongho moaned, his tongue coming out to lick at the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Then make this pussy come, Jongho,” You whispered sensually.

Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed cutely as he attempted to focus enough to aid you in coming. He pressed his lips together and fucked up into your pussy as you brought your hips downwards. When he started to hit that spongy part inside of you that was making you see stars, you knew you were getting close.

“Oh Jongho, just like that, hnnnnnn,” You started to whine as your climax got closer and closer and finally it bursted through you like a wave hitting a cliff. You dug your teeth into the meat of Jongho’s neck and dug your nails into his sides as you came hard.

Jongho was like a puddle below you, completely relaxed and satisfied in finally making you come. "My mate," he pouted.

You plopped down on the side of the lounge that was empty and Jongho laid with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your chest, the rest of his body in-between your legs. You carded you hands through his hair tenderly and Jongho's voice rumbled into your chest, "You're mine."

Tears came unbidden to your eyes. This was the scene, this was how you knew Jongho was your mate!

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share with the other’s just fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You had to assume that saving him had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be just my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well, for now at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

"Do you know for sure about the others?" Jongho wondered.

"I'll be honest, only Yeosang. I had a vision with him before I saved you."

Jongho rubbed his face further against your cheek and it brought out a low moan from you. Jongho smiled mischievously. "If I sucked your breasts through this dress would you be mad at me?"

"We need to sleep, greedy guts," You admonished him.

"Can I…can I sleep here? With you?" Jongho asked.

"Do you really want to be caught sneaking out of my rooms at dawn?" You chuckled.

"I want to sleep with my mate," Jongho admitted. 

"Alright, you can sleep here, but you cannot hide behind my skirts if someone catches you."

"Can I sneak under your skirts and show them how to take care of you before they get to have you themselves?"

"Jongho!" 

After the successful mating with Jongho, things seemed to get somewhat easier. With the possibility of you being a mate to the prince, the hushed conversations about you stopped, at least in public. Jongho must have spoken to the others on your behalf because Seonghwa was begrudgingly a little less cold to you. Yeosang began to take walks with you through the training yards to the stables. You thought perhaps he would be the next to succumb to the mating pull but it was someone else you did not expect.

You were frustrated with your abilities. The bad position you were in now with Seonghwa on top of things only pushed you to try the tools of the old oracles.

San accompanied you while you went on an outing to retrieve morning glories, the flower that your elder had said your predecessor had used. San carried the wicker basket as you two meandered the trails. You were pretty sure Jongho strong-armed San, perhaps literally, into joining you. 

"So Jongho sounds like he's hopelessly in love with you," San said in a voice that sounded both mocking and mean.

So you threw the same attitude back at him. "Sounds to me like you're a tad bit jealous."

That stopped San in his tracks and he lagged behind for a bit and then caught up with you. "I'm not jealous. I'm just saying, you've fooled him well," San insisted.

"If you think I've fooled Jongho, then I'm not sure you know your own mate, San," You scoffed.

San was silent for a time, seemingly chewing on your words. You found a group of morning glories and began to cut them from the vines they were growing on. Then he deigned to speak. "I'm only here as a witness, so when you speak of how you didn't get the right flower and that's why you didn't have your vision, I can confirm to the rest of my mates that you are indeed a fake."

You swept up your basket without another word and made the long trek back to the castle. San accompanied you every bit of the way, albeit more silent and focused on your reaction. It wasn't until you arrived back in front of your rooms that he spewed his final toxic words. 

"I hope for Jongho’s sake that your talents are true. Or do you need for me to fuck you too to prove it?" San threw a verbal dagger your way.

So you drew a real one. You let the flat of the blade play along the side of his neck. "You may have found me complacent and quiet when I had no standing in this clan but I am second only to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You may be their mate but I am the left hand of the prince. You would do well to remember that." You pushed San towards the opposing wall and rushed into your rooms. 

You carefully prepared the embers in the bronze bowl and consumed the morning glories by quickly folding them on top of your tongue. The green bitterness danced across your taste buds so you quickly looked down into the embers.

The body behind you was surely larger than your own. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this? He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

You moved over to the book and stand you were gifted to document your visions. You read over your words and quickly begin to rip out the pages. But what else were you to believe? You could feel the pain and love you had been feeling in that moment. You knew, without a doubt, that Yunho was one of your mates. And that was not good.

San may be distrustful but at least he'd look at you and speak to you. Yunho… you had barely exchanged a word with. Hongjoong had no choice but to take on your council but you had yet to speak to him one on one. But Yunho would not spare you a glance. You thought he was simply ignoring you completely until you came across him and Seonghwa speaking to each other before your morning meeting with the prince the next day.

"They simply adapted," Yunho insisted to Seonghwa. "They've learned better tricks and deceived us like they always have."

"I don't know, Yunho," Seonghwa said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "The air felt like it was full of energy. Even though she didn't have a vision, I had Yeosang take another fly around the area of the settlement and they found hunters. Whatever she's doing… it's saving lives. I don't think she's the sniveling worm you call her to be!"

"I know what she did with Jongho," Yunho said with a disparaging tone, "He was bespelled by her cunt. I doubt it's that good."

"Perhaps we can speak of this in a place that doesn't have ears on the walls?" Seonghwa suggested, tight-lipped and hesitant. 

Yunho nodded curtly and then put his hand against the wall, trapping Seonghwa between his body and the wall. "Don't let the thoughts of what we shared last night drive you too insane during your meeting," Yunho smirked and tilted his head.

Seonghwa smiled back, accepting a chaste kiss against the lips as an apology. "Nor you while doing your patrols."

They parted and you realized you better start moving or Yunho was about to witness you eavesdropping on him and Seonghwa. When Yunho passed you around the corner, his face was a mask of disacknowledgement; you might as well have been a ghost to him. 

"Ah, Oracle, good morning," Seonghwa greeted you, a nervous shake to his eyes apparent.

You walked past him and entered the room in which Hongjoong heard your opinions and news about his kingdom. Seonghwa coughed at the awkwardness of you ignoring his greeting. “I was wondering if you might look over this list of names of hatchlings, perhaps?”

“And why would a sniveling worm do that?” You bite with your words.

Seonghwa’s shoulders fell forward in defeat. “So you did overhear us. You have to excuse Yunho, he’s simply--”

“--an ass,” you finished Seonghwa’s sentence, “He’s being an ass, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa recovered his haughty expression. “That’s my mate that you’re calling an ass.”

You made eye contact with Seonghwa, who was full of all his dragon pride right now. “Yes, mine too.”

Seonghwa blinked profusely for a moment until your words sunk in. “Did the flowers work? Did you have a vision?”

“Would you even believe me if I said yes?” You couldn't help but let a bitter tone coat your tongue.

“That’s three of us now,” Seonghwa sounded contemplative. “Please, Oracle, look over this list. If you could tell us if we need to help any of these hatchlings before one of them gets sick…”

The hatchlings had done nothing wrong, they were innocent in simply being born of this world. They might grow up to become full adults and dragons, and look down upon you, but for now, they were innocent. You couldn't condemn them for their future, certainly. “I’ll look, Seonghwa. But not because you asked.”

A small smile twitched across Seonghwa’s face but then it was smoothed out and he was all business and pomp. “Here,” He offered the piece of scroll to you.

You took the paper and nothing set you off immediately. Your fingertip followed the line of names, the theme of flora being apparent with this brood. It wasn’t until your finger landed on the final name. Eunjoo. You felt a jolt of electricity run up your arm upon touching her name. 

“Seonghwa,” You called over to him softly.

Seonghwa came to your side, accidentally bumping your hip in the process and pushed you into a full vision. Your eyes went cloudy and then you collapsed against Seonghwa unexpectedly.

Seonghwa’s hand was over your mouth. His eyes were wide with fear of being caught. But that didn’t stop his dick from moving in and out of you. Your leg curled around his waist, urging him forward, meanwhile…“Where did those two go?” Hongjoong cursed out loud in the meeting room.

The two of you were in a random room adjacent from the meeting room, unable to keep your hands off each other now that the bond thrummed between you two. Seonghwa’s hips worked desperately between your legs, the horror of Hongjoong catching you two turning him on. You made worried noises against his palm but he shook his head at you, strands of hair falling into his face.

It was like you two were teenagers, hormone-driven and unable to stop yourselves. Your hands dug into the nape of his neck, needing something to tug as your climax threatened to spill over. 

“I will rake them over hot coals when I find them,” Hongjoong promised and then his heeled boots announced that he was gone.

“Seonghwa!” You whispered in urgency when he removed his hand from your mouth.

Seonghwa began to babble back. “Come, just come, love, please, I don’t think I can hold off any--”

You let out a sweet cry and clenched down on Seonghwa and then he was gone too, coming deep inside of you. The both of you were panting, exchanging air and kissing as you both came down from your highs.

“We can’t do that again,” You said with a sneaky smile.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” Seonghwa confirmed, a conspiratory smirk on his face as well.

Hongjoong was peering down at you when you woke up. Seonghwa had laid you on the floor while you passed out from the vision.

“Does she always faint?” Hongjoong cocked his head at you, a cold curiosity more than anything, like you were a bug he didn’t understand.

“I believe it was because she induced a vision last night. This one came from touching me. Hongjoong,” Seonghwa looked unsure, “I saw her eyes cloud over. It’s just like the scrolls--”

“Get her up,” Hongjoong snapped his fingers, interrupting Seonghwa’s thoughts. “We have work to do.”

Seonghwa knelt beside you but you held up your hands. “Please, one vision of you was enough.”

“I--” He looked pained at not being able to help you up.

You sighed heavily. “You know, don’t you.”

Seonghwa wouldn’t meet your gaze now. “I can…feel the bond…amongst other things…”

You groaned. “Great. Just do me a favor. Don’t tell Hongjoong. I don’t need to give him another reason to be against me.”

The meeting was…interesting. Seonghwa kept sending you sneaky little looks and Hongjoong was picking up that something was going on but he clearly didn’t know what, nor would his pride allow him to ask. 

Your feelings about Eunjoo had been correct. She had been somewhat of a runt of the group, and had hidden in the hatchling room under a mountain of blankets. She had consumed something she should not have and Mingi was beyond worried for the small dragon. You came to visit the little one, curious as to if your ‘feelings’ had been any help.

Mingi cradled the toddler dragon in his arms, feeding her a solution of herbs to aid her in her recovery. Your heart clenched at the paleness of the small child’s face but Mingi beamed up at you when you came to visit. 

“Thank you,” He said softly, “Because you caught onto her malady early, the healers say she will make a full recovery.”

Tears built up at the corner of your eyes. “I’m glad,” You said with a strained tone.

“I will whisper to her of the oracle that helped save her life,” Mingi promised, “She will know who to thank when she’s older.”

Then the tears began to pour. To have a new generation of dragons not look down upon you or your family meant more to you than you than perhaps Mingi understood. Or perhaps he understood perfectly well because his eyes were kind as he said it.

“Mingi…”

“Do you want to hold her? Skin against skin is the best for her right now, so she knows that someone is here supporting her while she is fighting the sickness.” Mingi’s eyes were solidly on yours, hanging off your next decision. 

You nodded wordlessly and Mingi deposited the infant in your arms. You cradled her and she frowned in her sleep. Mingi continued to dip his finger in the solution and let the baby suck it from his finger. The domestic scene was doing something to you, waking up a side of you that you had put to bed a long time ago. You had convinced yourself that you weren’t going to bring another child into this world that had to endure the cruelty of being dirt amongst the clan, but perhaps, if the tide was changing…

“You’re good with her,” Mingi interrupted your thoughts, smiling at you again, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons. “It bodes well for--”

“What are you doing?”

Yunho’s quiet but angry voice cut through the air, making both you and Mingi jump. “Yunho, she saved Eunjoo!” Mingi protested.

“She probably poisoned her in order for it to seem like she saved her,” Yunho accused you.

You wordlessly gave Eunjoo back to Mingi and stood up. “I may be a lot of things, Yunho, but to accuse me of harming the hatchlings is going too far.” Your heart was both hurting and beating erratically. 

Yunho used every inch of his height difference against you. “I am going to expose you for the fraud you truly are,” Yunho vowed, dark eyes looking down his nose at you.

You couldn't help but grin maniacally back up at him. “And when you’re wrong? What will you do then?”

Yunho’s eyes burned with a pure hatred for you. Clearly coming across you with Mingi and the hatchlings had triggered something inside of him. “That day will never come,” Yunho spat.

“Oh, what’s this, are you an oracle too?” You smirked.

Yunho narrowed his eyes, spun on his heel and was out just as quickly as he was in. 

You had been regularly sleeping with Jongho, relieving the tension you both felt through your bond. The two of you were worried about the others. Mingi, Yeosang and Seonghwa were won over but San, Hongjoong and Yunho were still staunch in their separation that they would not be included. From what Jongho told you, it was affecting their bonds with each other as well. So when San showed up at your door, almost a deja vu of when he helped you get flowers, you were both surprised and not. It had Jongho written all over it again.

San was leaning against the door frame when you opened your door, looking up at you, head lowered and an inquiring eyebrow lifted up. "Good morning, Oracle."

"And to what do I owe this favor, oh esteemed mate of my mate?" You said dryly.

"Jongho still doesn't shut up about you saving him in human form. He also said that you only go to the training grounds when the other warriors aren't practicing. He thought that perhaps if you went along with me that the clan might accept you training among them," San said, cheek perched to the side in unsureness. 

Your throat was tight with emotion. Jongho was going above and beyond as a mate, or so you felt, and it was really making your heart burst with love for the dragon. "Jongho is very kind," You opted with.

"Well, I have better things to do, but apparently, if I don't do this, I'm not getting any from him so here we are," San threw his hands up in the air and began to walk down the hall.

The other dragon warriors were wary when you entered the training grounds with San. They eyed him cautiously but spat on the ground as you passed. The muttering and grumbling that trash was now on the grounds were low but still audible. Some warriors put their weapons away and actually left. You tried really hard to not let it hurt your newly healed heart. San, with his ever watchful eye always looking for your reactions, remained silent, as was his way.

It became easier as the days passed. Soon, the other warriors either avoided coming to the grounds when you were there or grew used to your presence. San was the only one who truly became more and more sour as time passed. He attacked with a fervor that most would leave for an actual enemy and you were really starting to think that he might think you are one.

Still, you benefitted from practicing with San. Your father was well into his silver years, so he couldn't practice with you and so you had been limited to the dummies on the grounds. Being able to pit muscle against muscle, technique with experience really stretched your abilities to the max. And even though San's attitude was worse with each day, your spirits rose. Perhaps if San would acknowledge your skills, the other warriors might change their mind, maybe even Yunho--

San interrupted your thoughts by giving you quite a nasty cut on your arm as you were distracted. You saw his mouth move, probably giving some kind of mocking excuse for his bad manners. It was the training grounds, not a battlefield where there was no holding back. Your vision became red. 

With a wild yell, you charged at San with your sword raised. San's eyes widened in surprise but still muscle memory kicked in and he blocked, but his muscles strained a bit to do so. You tried a large undercut sweep but San managed to jump backwards, curving his body to avoid the sword.

"Oracle," San chuckled nervously, "I'd almost swear you--" He yelped as he raised his broader blade to halt another swing of your sword.

When the overhanded strike was stopped with San's high block, sweat started to bead his hairline. You tried for more technique, faking a strike and instead thrusting forward. San had to avoid your blade, barely redirecting your blade with his. "Seriously, you're going to--" He grunted with effort to parry another thrust, the shing of the sword as the tip pinged echoing in both your ears.

That's when you decided you needed to disarm San. You prepared another swing in which both of your blades had to dance in a circle together, and then with a sharp twist of your wrist, San's blade was sliding across the straw-strewn stones.

San held his hands up in defeat. "I almost might be impressed with th--" He made a loud oof as you kicked him square in the chest.

You were on top of San as soon as he hit the ground, your body straddling his body as you brought your personal dagger to his throat. This time you didn't use the flat of the blade but the edge that you always kept razor-sharp. It pricked his skin and a small line of blood trailed down his glowing skin. 

"Do you yield?" You growled.

"Does any dragon ever yield? Yielding is death!" San denied, sounding quite strained.

You brought the tip of the dagger under San's chin. "I've had enough of your shit attitude, San. Either you yield to me or I stop coming to these practices and Jongho starts withholding himself from you again."

San looked bewildered. "You would do that?" he said in a higher pitched voice.

You laughed mirthlessly. "That's the least I would do, warrior."

San hooked both of his legs around yours and threw his weight so that he could flip the situation. Now he was on top of you, your dagger knocked out of your hands. He may have the upper hand in the fight but he had revealed something that he should have kept hidden. 

You smiled slowly in cockiness. "Did you get turned on by my prowess?"

"That's nothing," San denied immediately. You noticed a small pout that had never graced his lips before when he spoke to you. He was all sharp looks and this held such a curve to his mouth it almost looked kissable. "Adrenaline can make a man hard, that's all." 

"Hard for a woman that you hate?" You said lowly, "That must hurt your warrior pride."

"I'm not--" 

You took the moment to flip again, legs clamped on either of San's slim waist. 

With an indignant shout, San flipped you again just as fast. "If you don't stop interrupting me, I am going to wrap my hands around that pretty neck of yours and test your ability to hold your breath."

You cocked your head in question. "No, I don't think that's how that would work."

"Don't think--" San began to get flustered and stumble over his words, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

You pushed San's shoulder gently and he allowed you to lead him to his back. "There's no one here, San, didn’t you notice?"

San didn't look around but instead kept his eyes solidly on you. "I noticed."

"You know, instead of me keeping Jongho away from you, you could have him, but I could have you too."

San scoffed, but his eyes kept leaving and meeting yours. "Ludacris. Why would I do that?"

You sat fully back on San's pelvis, allowing your plush ass to really sit down on San's still rock hard cock. San whimpered, biting down hard on his lip but let the flesh go slowly. When you took a moment to grind, winding your hips. San's hands find your hips, swallowing down his low moans at the stimulation. 

"Perhaps that's why, San," You provoked him.

"Why are you so hot when you're this angry? I know you don't have a dragon form but your rage is red-hot like one," San said in pure confusion.

"I could take you on the training grounds right now and you wouldn't say no, would you?" You hummed, finger following a path along his breastplate.

San's adam's apple was moving up and down as he clearly attempted to find moisture in his mouth. "You…you would do that?"

"Only if…” You considered for a moment, if it was worth having a vision while San, who hated you, was watching over you. It had convinced all the others. And if you were being honest with yourself, it didn’t feel right to sleep with San without confirming first that he was indeed your mate.

“Only if…?” San prompted you for you to continue your sentence. 

“Do you know what happens if I touch you?” You asked softly.

“You fuck me?” San answered, head empty except for thoughts of sex, clearly.

You snorted. “There’s no going back with my visions, San.”

San’s face grew hard and sharp, similar to the San that was desperate for you to be a fake oracle. “I don’t believe in your stupid visions.”

You let out a sigh. “Here goes nothing then.” 

You cupped his face and then your eyes went cloudy and you collapsed against San’s chest.

"Are you sure you really want to be there?" You said in a condescending tone.

San whined between your legs, tongue out flat, and head worrying back and forth in response. 

"You sure, little flame? I'm not feeling the enthusiasm from you." You squeezed his head with your thighs. 

With a growl, San gripped both of your thighs tightly, went on his knees, and drove your back into the headrest of your bed. His arms strained as he held you aloft, tongue deep into your cunt. You could feel your walls parting for his eager tongue.

"Gonna make me come? Gonna show me how a good little flame makes his Mistress come?" You crooned.

San tongue-fucked you to completion, making your toes curl and screamed his name. When he was done, your back scraped against the headboard as he let you go but remained kneeling in front of you. 

"I hate you so much," he cursed, using the back of his hand to wipe your wetness from his face.

You chuckled lowly. "Hate me so much you'd eat me up like I'm your last dinner, huh?"

San's eyes were dark but he rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands and made out with you. "I love you so fucking much, I can hate you a little bit," San whined.

You felt the love through your bond, so you knew San was being playful. "Well then, I hate you so much, I'm going to give you the suck of your life."

San's eyes became hooded. "I hate your mouth on me."

"I hate you too, little flame."

"Oracle?"

When you came to, San's hand was on your head, supporting it against his chest. "Did you…" he almost choked on his words.

"I'm--" You swallowed down a moan, your sex feeling swollen from your vision. "San."

"Fuck me?" San said in a whiney voice.

You lifted your head. "Are you admitting that you believe in my visions?"

San grinned, part bashful, part cocky. "Will that get my cock inside of you?"

You rolled your eyes and sat back up. "I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you."

"I get that a lot."

One night, when you dared to have a secret rendezvous with Seonghwa after a meeting gone late and Hongjoong dismissed you both, you woke up with a feeling of dread in your stomach. You left Seonghwa lying like a starfish on the table and moved to the nearest balcony. You thought perhaps you needed fresh air. Even still, you could not shake the heavy feeling that something was wrong. And then the vision hit you.

“Ah!” A man with red hair who you had never seen before yelled as a whip with a cruel metal cap tore a strip from his back.

“Just give it up already! We know you’re a dragon. Transform!” 

“I don’t…know what…you’re talking about!” Insisted the redhead through clenched teeth.

Another man, one without the whip, slapped the redhead being tortured. “We’ve been watching you for days! Where is your clan?”

The dragon being tortured spat on the floor. “On their way to turn you into bones they’ll have to pick out their teeth.”

The whip hit once, twice, three times and the dragon’s back tightened in pain. “I like it! Hit me more!”

The man with the whip hesitated. “Is he crazy?”

The other man slapped the accused dragon several times more, until blood fell from the dragon’s mouth. “No, he’s just trying to throw us off. Leave him here to mull in his thoughts.”

The two torturer's left the basement and you saw a sign that said “the red belly of the beast”. 

You came back too, hanging a little too precariously from the balcony. Lucky for you, because you threw up any food you had in your stomach. Fighting you could endure, but that level of torture was inhumane! It had to be hunters again but you didn’t recognize the dragon who was being tortured. Then why would you be shown this image? Unless…

“Father, this is Wooyoung.” You tugged forward Wooyoung to finally meet your father. He was actually the first dragon you were introducing to your family. You were growing to love and adore Jongho and Yeosang and Seonghwa, but Wooyoung was different. He didn’t have any relation to the clan so you knew it would be less scarring to introduce him to your father first.

“Wooyoung, huh?” Your father peered up at Wooyoung, rocking in his chair by the fire.

Wooyoung looked a bit embarrassed but smiled nonetheless. “Your daughter, she saved me.”

Your father grinned fiercely, pride clearly written across his face. “I taught her all I knew. She fights for her mother’s honor.”

“Father, I fight for our family,” You insisted, feeling emotional.

“You fight for your life,” Your father said gruffly, breaking eye contact with you and bringing a finger to his eyes to wipe away the happy tears.

Wooyoung, in his typical fashion, began to animatedly retell the story of when you saved him. Your father hung on every word, laughing and gasping in all the right places. And when Wooyoung finished his story, your father grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and then yours and brought them together.

“Your mother… she would have loved him like a son, Spitfire.”

You began to cry and hug your father while Wooyoung started to joke about the nickname Spitfire, doing his best to make you feel better. Wooyoung was your comfort when you needed it the most. He loved you unconditionally and he was yours, solely. 

“Oh my god,” You attempted to collect yourself. You didn’t have time to cry or worry. Wooyoung was your mate and you needed to go save him.

You ran to your rooms for Rosa’s Bane, then to the stables, whispered an apology to the sleepy horses and you were racing out of the compound. When you had saved Jongho, you had only gotten there in the nick of time. You weren’t sure how much time you had with Wooyoung but you had a bad feeling that it was too late to stop those scars on his back. 

The moon was high and left your path clear. You had no idea where this tavern was but you had spent enough time with your mates to know how to follow your bond. You and Yeosang often played a game together, where you took turns fleeing and hiding and finding each other through the bond--involved some quiet masturbation and passionate sex upon finding each other--however, it had taught you how to find your mates no matter what.

It was difficult on the back of a horse, however, and more so with someone you had not truly bonded with. It was becoming hard to separate your pull from Jongho, Yeosang, Seonghwa and San from Wooyoung. You doubled back several times and grew frustrated at your progress. The only thing that drove you was that the longer you took to find Wooyoung, the more scars he would have on his back.

Just when you thought that perhaps this was impossible and maybe you should have grabbed one of your dragon mates, your bond pulled hard and it made you gasp with how much fear and pain was coursing through you. You knew without a doubt where Wooyoung was so you raced in the direction that was filled with hopelessness.

The swing of the sign of the tavern almost mocked you as you approached it. The noises spilling from the door were merry and bright and it only made your rage burn brighter that these hunters were taking delight in their evening when your mate was suffering below in the basement.

You carefully pulled back the cellar door and crept down the stairs, silent but angry. Upon a quick glance, they had left Wooyoung to further stew in his wounds. A fire cast light on Wooyoung’s back and it took all of your self control not to gasp in pure horror. His back was practically shredded. His head was cast downwards and when you tipped his head back to look Wooyoung in the eyes, his face was beaten to almost beyond recognition.

"Wha did you com'er fur?" Wooyoung slurred his words because of his fat lip and more than likely the blood lose, "Come t'see how ter properly beat a dragon?" And through all his pain, Wooyoung smiled with such fierceness that you knew without a doubt: his body may be broken but his spirit was not.

"I've come to save you, brave boy," You cooed.

Wooyoung perked up immediately upon hearing your words. "Save me?"

The dumb hunters, comfortable in their surroundings, left the keys to Wooyoung’s manacles on a table where their torture tools were. You resisted the urge to destroy those tools; your sole mission was to save Wooyoung. Wooyoung collapsed upon you when you released him, and even then, each step for him was beyond painful.

And still Wooyoung asked, "What's a beautiful girl doing in a dump like this?"

You laughed in pain, out of breath to even get him to the stairs. "I see the future. You're my mate. I came to save you."

"That sounds pretty plausible. I knew my face was too pretty to be wasted on death." Wooyoung groaned when he lifted his foot for the first stair.

"Save your breath and help me get your pretty face up the damn stairs," You grunted. 

The cuts on his back made it near impossible for him to walk. It took everything in you to get up those stairs with Wooyoung. And still the hunters continued to make merry in the tavern. You swore on your sword that you would come back with Jongho and he would burn the place to the ground with his dragonflame. 

Wooyoung was in no state to go back to the clan with you. You pushed him up on your horse, his belly along the back of the gelding and you walked away from that tavern, putting one step in front of the other. 

With all the time you spent with Seonghwa and Hongjoong in the meeting room, you had learned quite a few clan secret locations that any dragon could retreat to if the situation arose. There was a cottage built in a mountain. The legends told of how the mountain used to be filled with moving rock, hotter than even dragonflame. The mountain had long lain dormant and the cottage was a refuge for any dragons who required it.

The only healing you knew of was the bare minimum a warrior learns to stay alive until a healer can be summoned. Lucky for you, Wooyoung was a bit of a healer himself. So under his instructions, you fashion a poultice to sit on his wounds. Wooyoung faded in and out of consciousness and you could not afford to abandon him. 

Luckily, you didn't have to leave, your clan found you.

A broad shouldered dragon entered the cottage where you had been humming to Wooyoung, who was in a blessed healing sleep. "San!" You shouted in elation and threw yourself at him.

You started to cry, pulling him as close to you as you could. "Please help me. I can't bring Wooyoung back myself, he'll tear open his wounds. Please help him!"

San pulled back, looking beyond confused. "Who is he?"

During the few painful hours when Wooyoung was conscious, in order for him to focus away from the pain, he told you who he was. Wooyoung, a clanless dragon, brought up amongst witches. It was how he had his knowledge of healing but also of who he was. Wooyoung may be clanless but he was not lesser. 

"You saved someone you didn't even know?" San looked stunned, "You saved another dragon?"

That stunned look never left San's face. He transformed and transported Wooyoung back to the clan. You followed below on the trusty gelding and before you knew it, you were back home with your new mate. But there was much more to answer for.

"Where did you find her?" Hongjoong demanded soullessly. His cheek was smooshed against his palm as if he had better things to do than to listen to why you left.

"No doubt tricking another poor dragon into giving up his cock to her," Yunho said with all offense, lips pursed and refusing to look at you.

"Yunho!" Yeosang scolded his mate.

"Well?" Hongjoong demanded a second time, this time unfolding his legs and stamping his foot impatiently.

"She saved a clanless dragon," San declared. His chin was raised, almost challenging anyone to argue his facts. His fists were clenched at his side.

Jongho came up beside you and his palm slid against yours to hold your hand. "Don't you ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, Jongho," You said, looking at his side profile.

"I think you owe an apology to more than just Jongho," Hongjoong interrupted.

You cleared your throat. "I'm sorry, Your High--"

Hongjoong cut you off. "Not to me, you witless fool, to your other mates!"

Yeosang had his arms crossed over his chest, clearly fighting with trying to not look upset or worried. You met eyes with Seonghwa, who let you see exactly how betrayed he felt. San still stood to your other side, arms quivering with how hard he was shaking. 

"I am sorry for leaving without telling anyone. All I could think about was saving Wooyoung. I won't ever do it again," You said with a rough voice laced with emotion.

"That's right, you won't ever do it again," Hongjoong declared, "Because you will spend every night with one of us, at least."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "But, we don't know--"

"What?" Yunho's quiet rage cut through everything. "Don't tell me you're starting to believe her lies?"

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at Yunho. "Do you not believe she is mated with Jongho? I witnessed him barely restrained by Mingi and Yeosang when you stated that she fled because she couldn't keep up with the lies anymore. He would have punched you for such an insult, Yunho. I myself held Seonghwa as he wept, worried that perhaps his inability to tell me of her was what finally drove her from our clan. San abandoned his duty to find her. We are all mates, Yunho. Do not tell me you didn't feel what I felt through their bonds."

Yunho's lips tightened further in anger. "I will not be a part of this."

Hongjoong laughed, a dangerous noise that made everyone in the throne room shudder. "No?"

"Yunho," Yeosang went to the only naysayer in the room. "Stop."

"When you say at least," You said nervously. 

Hongjoong's dark eyes swung back to you. "Why, you have to take care of Wooyoung, do you not? He is your mate after all, didn't you say?"

The next few weeks were a bit of an adjustment. You had spent most of your life living amongst your hatchling sisters, never having a moment to yourself, but they were your family. You had grown spoiled to your singular rooms, your sanctuary away from anyone. Now, not a moment where you were left alone. It wasn't necessarily that you weren't trusted, but to make sure that if you did have another premonition and you did have to rush into action, there would always be a dragon mate with you.

The only one truly upset with this situation was Yunho. 

The first night he found himself in your rooms, he dragged a chair into your room, put the back against the door, and stayed there the entire night. The second instance he watched with emotionless eyes as you tended to Wooyoung, who was healing progressively well.

"Some day I'm getting off my stomach and getting you on your back," Wooyoung said as you straddled his butt and applied more poultice to his back.

"Wooyoung," You scolded him, laughing at both his audacity and the nervousness of setting off Yunho. 

"You've mated with everyone else you've had a premonition with, it's not fair," Wooyoung groaned.

You cleared your throat, well aware that was entirely untrue. 

"No, she hasn't," Yunho's voice rumbled from his spot near the fire.

"I'll excuse your ignorance but she hasn't had a premonition with Mingi, even though it's clear he adores her regardless," Wooyoung replied flatly.

"I'm not talking about Mingi," Yunho corrected the clanless dragon.

Wooyoung turned his head to the side, the back of his hand lying against his cheek. "Sweetheart?"

"How do you know?" You demanded towards Yunho in a gruff voice.

Yunho laughed mirthlessly, tossing his head back like you had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You don't think I feel the bond? Or is it you that cannot feel it because you aren't even a dragon?"

Wooyoung growled underneath you and you caressed the small of his back to calm him. "Wooyoung, don't."

"Even if you can't transform, that doesn't make you less of a dragon than him!" Wooyoung protested.

"I know, my brave boy, but it's not worth fighting Yunho on it. He can't be swayed."

"Maybe it is."

"Wooyoung, what are you saying?" You moved to get off your mate and off the bed.

"Hey Grumpy Scales, you ever think of fucking your anger out on the Oracle?" Wooyoung posed the question like he was asking Yunho if he ever considered eating blueberries for breakfast.

"I wouldn't touch her even if Seonghwa refused me his body. I am not San."

"No, you're certainly not. San has better shoulders and he isn't an idiot. Even he was convinced that being my sweetheart's mate isn't the worst fate. In fact, he's quite enjoying his nights now."

"Wooyoung," You attempted to hush your mate for a second time. 

Yunho stood up, the fire giving him a red aura that was actually less intimidating than the actual face Yunho bore. "San is caught up in the trap. You all are."

" ‘Cept me, or weren't you listening? I believe in her and her powers. I love her. I haven't slipped my cock into her tight, wet heat yet, however. Nor has Mingi. So how do you continue to feed yourself on a lie that's unfounded, Grumpy Scales?"

"Tricked," Yunho shook his head but his face was already less tight than it was before Wooyoung spoke. 

"Mmm, I do love a good trick," Wooyoung chuckled, "You know, if you sat on my hand in the right way, I might be able to--"

"You will not be doing anything in front of me," Yunho snarled. 

"Wooyoung, I would like to not die tonight," You said in a hushed tone.

"Oh, but if you slept with the oracle, wouldn't you be showing everyone that you can fuck her without getting caught in her web? Won't that be interesting to find out that you're the strongest of them all, hmmm?" Wooyoung hummed. "All that wonderful wet pussy just for you, right Grumpy Scales? I bet she quivers for you."

"If you weren't injured, I'd be slapping you right now, Wooyoung, I beg of you, stop!"

"You will not be trapping me," Yunho announced. He was… suddenly very close to the bed.

You carefully turned around. You could not give Yunho your back. It went against your instincts. "Yunho, I trap no one."

"You've trapped Seonghwa," Yunho stared right into your soul with his dark eyes, "You don't think I've felt what Yeosang's felt when he's sliding his cock down your throat? You don't think Seonghwa's told me of being between your thighs, and sighing like he's talking about slipping into Mingi or being fucked by Hongjoong? You don't think I've heard you with Jongho, calling him your pet? How dare you lord over a dragon as if you were more than what you truly are? How dare San submit to you when he knew of your tricks."

Yunho was so close to you that you could feel the puffs of his breath hit the top of your head. "Is he right?"

"Wooyoung is wrong," You stated immediately.

"You're quivering for me right now." Yunho looked down his nose at you, his eyes hooded.

Your entire body was covered in goosebumps. You felt the pull in your bond, the lust spreading through your nerves. Your mate was calling for you to mate with him. Whether it was subconscious or not, Yunho now wanted to fuck you. Or was it Wooyoung? A quick glance showed that Wooyoung had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips.

"I do not want to mate with a dragon who thinks I am worthless," You hissed, holding back your need for Yunho by only a spider thread.

"Perhaps," Yunho licked his lips in what you could only describe as a predatory way, "There's something of you that isn't worthless."

The shame and lust that filled your veins was undeniable. You could slowly feel your resolve crumble beneath Yunho's stare. "That will bond us, Yunho. I know you don't want that."

Yunho chucked his fingers under your chin and you swallowed in response. "I am already bound to you through my mates. I cannot get rid of you, you've proven that with your little fleeing scene. So you will submit to me because you want it and it's the only thing I'll allow between us."

"Yu--" 

Your words were cut off as Yunho moved his fingers to wrap around your throat. "I don't want to hear my name from your mouth one more time. You simply need to nod or shake your head. You are simply a hole for me, oracle."

This was it. This was your chance to decline, to scoff at him and tell him your worth, just like you had done with every single other dragon since you became oracle. The only one you should submit to was Hongjoong. But there was a look in Yunho's eyes that spoke of how much he wanted this. Wooyoung had been right. Yunho wanted to take his frustration out on you and he wanted to benefit from it. He wanted the high ground over you and you were about to concede to him. 

You nodded and Yunho slowly smirked. "That's what I thought."

Yunho stripped you of your clothing until you were stark naked. His clothing remained on. He guided you to your lounge and made you go on your hands and knees there. His nimble fingers found your folds and he chuckled darkly at the discovery that you were drenched. "Surely that's not for me, whore?"

You pressed your lips together, trying to keep within the rules that Yunho laid out. You were certain that if you broke them, he would stop, or worse, leave. You urged your ass back onto Yunho's fingers as your only response. 

"Ridiculous," his disbelief came as a rumble from behind you, "Wet for what? Because I put you in your place? Because you get a new cock inside of you? Or are you just an eager whore all the time?" You whined as his fingers brushed your clit. "Listen to the noises you make, you are an eager whore. I could have you coming over my fingers embarrassingly quickly, I imagine. How anyone else finds you alluring enough to fuck you will be beyond me. Are you wet enough to take me?"

You nodded and Yunho was busy undoing his pants. He rubbed his cockhead against your folds. You hissed as he sank into you. It was a stretch for you, you had to admit, but it was a damn good stretch. Yunho's fingers sank into the flesh of your ass until he bottomed out. 

"Just a fucking hole," He growled and then started to nudge himself inside of you.

The loudest moan imaginable escaped your lips as he moved inside of you. The feeling of being stuffed, the feeling of that large cock moving against your walls, was truly like nothing you had felt. You weren't sure if you should be worried on how clouded your mind was, narrowed down to simply getting fucked by the man that utterly hated you.

Yunho's large body practically loomed behind you. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this?" He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

Your vision dimmed, fuzzy black waves clinging to the edges as Yunho denied you any air. You could feel your climax building and you knew you were about to come undone for Yunho and he had not even shown any signs of being ready to come. Was he going to use you more than once, was he--

"Yunho, I've brought you some food--"

Mingi's eyes grew wide and dropped the tray he had brought. The hatchling caretaker ran into the room and pulled Yunho back, before either of you could finish. Your air came rushing back and you gasped it in.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mingi accused Yunho. Mingi’s large hand came to your back to rub you through your shaking breaths. 

A true vision overtook you, eyes growing cloudy and you slumped forward on the lounge.

Mingi's hands rubbed your overextended stomach. A smile of pure happiness was there before he bent over to kiss your stomach. "It's a male. I just know it."

You laughed quietly. "Mingi, even I don't know if it's a male or female, and I'm the oracle."

"The elders say when a female is craving spicy foods that it is a male," Mingi insisted sincerely.

"Well, they also say when you crave sweets, it's a girl and I…what exactly do you think you're doing?" You demanded.

Mingi had begun to kiss down your belly, moving beyond your line of sight. "Are other parts of you swollen?" His deep low voice rumbled through your skin.

"Ming-mingi!" You stuttered, "I'm--"

"You're big with the hatchling. You can barely get off this bed without help. I can simply take advantage of that, can't I?" Mingi had arrived at his destination, tongue swirling along his lips before he kissed your lower lips.

"Oh fuck, Mingi, that's---hnnnn, that's lovely," You couldn't help but moan.

"You deserve to be rewarded for carrying our hatchling so well, don't you think?"

Your back arched as Mingi's lips sucked down on your clit. "Want--want you Mingi," You admitted softly.

Mingi's head popped back up above your head, a satisfied smile tugging his lips. "The elders say fucking a pregnant female helps with the hatchling arriving later."

You groaned and laughed at the same time. "Was that your intention with your visit today?"

"My intention was to ensure that you are well," Mingi replied, suddenly more solemn. "I want what's best for the mother of our children."

"Oracle?" Mingi sucked in his bottom lip in worry, cradling you in his arms as you presumably collapsed on your lounge.

"I'm here, Mingi," You assured him.

Your eyes sought Yunho's immediately but his back was to you two, near the door. "You take over, Mingi, I'm leaving."

Mingi's serious eyes followed Yunho until he left without a word. Then Mingi's disposition changed. "Did you have a vision of us? I am your mate? What did you see? Is that rude to ask? Should I not know my own fate?"

Your heart clenched with each step that Yunho took away from your rooms but you couldn't help but laugh at Mingi's questions. "A hatchling, Mingi. You kept saying that I was the mother of 'our' children."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "A hatchling? But you cannot carry the eggs, you cannot become a dragon, how--?" Mingi wiped a hand over his face in disbelief, "Truly? A hatchling?"

"I don't know when that occurred, Mingi, that could be years from now--MINGI!"

Mingi lifted you high above him in celebration. You should have realized that the dragon that took care of the hatchlings would be beyond excited to hear that you would be the mother of his children--your mates children? Who…?

"First thing in the morning, I will demand an audience with the elders. They've been bugging Hongjoong about an heir for years, they'll be happy to hear that you will carry our children!"

Mingi put you on your feet but your head was still in the clouds. Hongjoong mating with you? How could you manage such a thing? "Mingi, wait!"

Mingi's large hands encompassed your head in a gentle squeeze. "I will help you. With your vision and my magic tongue, we'll make it happen."

You frowned, not understanding. "Your tongue?" Then it hit you. He wasn't talking about convincing the elders, he was talking about-- "Mingi!"

Mingi's tongue caught between his teeth, looking quite pleased with himself. "Do you doubt me?"

You thought back to your vision and found that you couldn't disagree.

Whether it was your vision, or Mingi's magic tongue, it was declared that a formal event would be held before the court. Hongjoong was going to acknowledge that you were his mate, and mated with the others, before the entire clan. The preparations were made and it was decided that you would perform a Seeing with all that was present. There was no doubt in your mind that Hongjoong was your final mate, so it wasn't the ceremony you were worried about…

"Hey," Jongho met your eyes as you stood across from him before the large doors that would open soon and what seemed like the third beginning of your life was about to start. "I love you," he told you.

You leaned upwards to peck at his pink lips. "I wouldn't have any of this without you, you know that, right?"

Jongho's gummy smile, one of your favorite things about him, stretched across his face. "I can't take credit for your visions. I like how that sounds, though."

"Jongho, please," You whined.

Jongho wrapped his arms around you and squeezed until you squealed. He then peppered your face with kisses, scolding you between breaths. "You didn't say you loved me back!"

"I love you, Jongho," You said quietly.

A horn was sounded and that signified the commencement of the event. 

Jongho escorted you down the hard stone floor and helped you up the stairs but left you to join the rest of your mates. Hongjoong stood from his throne, beautiful and glorious in his power. He threw his arms open wide and began his speech.

"Today we celebrate our beloved oracle. Our clan has been gifted with one who can soar the skies of the future, having given up her second form in order to keep our clan safe. She has proven her abilities beyond reproach; she has saved my mates and her own from death. She has saved outlying clans, hatchlings, and she has even kept my body from danger. She has seen visions of each of her mates and our bonds have only grown stronger with her connection to us."

Hongjoong turned towards you and you locked eyes with him. "Today, we give the final proof for all to acknowledge. Today, our oracle will have a vision of my future, of my heir."

"Hongjoong," You whispered his name, finding your mouth void of any moisture.

A rare, special, and most importantly, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Hongjoong's mouth. "We've a bet, between us, Oracle. I hope you have a gentle vision of me because I wasn't planning on making the heir on this eve."

Were your mates betting on whether you had a vision full of sex with Hongjoong? It took everything in you to not send a glare over your shoulder. Men!

Hongjoong gentle grasped your hand and flipped it over to impart a kiss to your palm. Your eyes went cloudy and you fell into a vision. Hongjoong captured you in his arms, eyes on your face for when you woke up. 

"Youngho, you are a prince, not a demon!" You shouted at the small boy who was cackling ahead of you.

"Come catch me, Mama!" 

Your breath caught in your throat for the love of your son. His blue hair declared him his father's son, if his sassiness didn't prove it to you every day. You tried to love Youngho as fiercely and as strongly as your father had once gifted you with. You were certain that Youngho would not grow up to be the heart-scarred man that Hongjoong was. Your son would be happy upon his throne with his mates, you were determined to ensure he did not have a fate such as yours. 

"Let him be devious," Hongjoong declared beside you, "He has a mind for being tricky and he loves scaring you."

You pursed your lips together. "I carried him for nine months within me, Hongjoong. I will decide on whether he is allowed to get away with everything or not."

Hongjoong smiled, the same one your son sent you after he had burst from a bush and scared your wits from you. "Well, I put him in you. Isn't that enough reason to have a say on his upbringing?" You scoffed and Hongjoong's smile only grew bigger. A low chuckle came deep from his throat. "Perhaps you need a second hatchling to prove to you that it was me?"

"Prince Youngho, if you don't get off that balcony right now, I will tell Dadda that you are not allowed to visit the hatchlings for a week!" You said in a firm voice, still looking towards Hongjoong. "You have your heir, Your Majesty. Besides, didn't we agree that it was Seonghwa's turn to father a child?"

Hongjoong's grin was at full brightness, mischievousness achieved. And then his face blanked to the cold, haughty leader face you had once only known from him. "We'll have nine months before they know it."

This time you laughed, something that lured Youngho back to your side. "Mama, what are you laughing at?"

"Youngho, did you know," You told him, pushing your hands through his hair lovingly, "Your father tells the funniest jokes? He thinks he can hide things from your other fathers."

Youngho frowned heavily, peering up at his father. "Father, Papa says he can smell when you lie. Don't be silly."

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed, a belly laugh that seemed to be reserved for only his son. "Seonghwa does say that, doesn't he? I'm sorry for being silly, Spitfire."

Your emotions caught in your throat and you excused yourself, allowing Hongjoong a moment with his son.

"Oracle." Yunho approached you as you moved back to your rooms.

"Prince," You nodded curtly, your heart aching to reach out and touch your mate.

"It is my night with you," Yunho said primly.

"It is," You confirmed.

Yunho stepped closer to you, leaning in to speak to your ears only. "Don't get too wet for me, whore."

Your body was covered in goosebumps of shame and lust. Only one thing had changed in the years in which it took to conceive of Youngho, to nurture the young dragon to be capable of a loving prince, and that was that you had loved Yunho. But he still kept you at a heart's distance.

"Welcome back," Hongjoong greeted you as you rose from your vision.

You felt wetness on your cheeks and realized you had been crying. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I need a moment to collect myself."

Hongjoong's eyes traveled over every plane of your face. "What did you see?"

"A son," You choked out, "Youngho. He had your hair."

"A son," Hongjoong echoed back, looking both fierce and soft at the same time, somehow. His head snapped to your mates. "She says we will have a son!"

The crowd erupted into cheers. Hongjoong helped you up and raised your joined hands. "The oracle has declared there will be an heir and she will carry him!"

San and Wooyoung hugged in celebration. Yeosang slung an arm around Jongho's waist, both quiet in their happiness. Seonghwa and Mingi pressed their foreheads together, clearly excited for a hatchling. Yunho was not celebrating, however. His eyes were on yours, with a rage that only made lust curl within your stomach. You found that you could not meet his eyes any longer and broke contact. 

"So," Hongjoong said under his breath, "Was it gentle like Yeosang's or rough like Seonghwa's?" He began to lead you back through the hall. It had been agreed on that the nine of you would celebrate privately after the event.

"Gentle, Your Majesty," You admitted. 

Hongjoong smiled in triumph and it almost echoed the smile he had carried from your visions. "I knew it."

"And are you sharing your winnings with me, Your Majesty?" You said mirthlessly.

"Of course," Hongjoong bent his neck, acknowledging certain key members of the clan graciously.

"Of course?" You questioned his easy answer.

"My winnings is time with you and another of my choosing," Hongjoong revealed.

"You betted a damn--" The word threesome, it seemed, couldn't be spit out, "--the first time with me and another?"

"Seemed appropriate, at the time," Hongjoong shrugged.

"Who…" You cleared your throat, "Who did you pick?"

The large doors closed behind you and Hongjoong, a formality more than anything. The others would leave from the door behind the throne and join you in a room prepared for you all. 

Hongjoong let go of your hand and walked with both of his hands held  behind his back as he answered you. "Why, you are mine now, Oracle. And what's yours is mine as well now, it seems."

You made a noise of surprise. "You want Wooyoung? Why?"

"I want to be there, I want to be there to witness your first time with him. I want to be his first as well. I'm a greedy lover, you'll learn soon enough."

You felt like you had just been hit by a book. "Your--"

"--Hongjoong," The leader of your clan corrected you.

"Hongjoong!"

"There, much better." Hongjoong turned suddenly. "It's not going to be very fun if you continue to call me Your Majesty when I'll soon be filling you with my seed."

"Sweetheart!" Wooyoung screeched from the door where everyone was waiting. HIs grin said it all. "Hurry up! We have a bet to settle."

You swore you were going to pull every one of your mates ears in anger at having a damn bet about what kind of vision you were going to have with Hongjoong but the anger melted the minute you entered the room. You felt the overwhelming love and adoration through all your bonds and realized in this moment, you were the most loved you had ever been in your entire life. Perhaps it was worth a little silly moment of frustration.

Still, you couldn't help but scold them a bit. "If I see anyone betting about my visions in the future, I swear I'll make you all rue the day I became your mate!"

okay but imagine after pussydrunk woosanhwa passed you around for sloppy seconds and thirds, you’re filled up to the brim with their cum so ofc woosan slurp it out of you and share it with you and hwa hehe <333

I'm gonna fight you. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM- I barely survived this one your honour.

this kinda counts as a part one

nsfw under cut—minors dni

wooyoung went first, then san, before passing you over to seonghwa—all heavy limbs and sweat-covered skin. ever the gentleman, he kissed away your tears and held you close until the spasms shaking your body spaced out.

but then he was pushing his cock inside you, his lips parted in concentration as he watched spurts of cum leak out of your used cunt every time he sheathed himself inside you. your senses turned to mush, and you were left a drooling mess under the three men, unable to discern whose lips latched onto your nipple and whose fingers tweaked your clit. all you could feel was seonghwa's hard length pounding you with vigour, moving your body up on the bed with every rough thrust.

"our baby's not gonna walk tomorrow, is she?" wooyoung whispered against your jaw, his fingers tapping over your clit before going back to rubbing it back and forth.

san pulled off your nipple with a pop, kissing up you chest to nibble on your collarbone. "how does it feel, sweet girl? is seonghwa fucking you good?" he mumbled over your skin, pressing his palm down on your lower belly, groaning at the slight bulge.

"s-so good—hnngh!" Your back arched off the bed, hands flailing around to grab hold of Seonghwa's forearms. "please, hwa-"

"our dirty girl," seonghwa panted, his cock twitching between your clenching walls as he neared his release. "getting two loads fucked into her and still asking for more." seonghwa came without warning, his whole body shuddering while he emptied inside you and added to the mess painting your insides. "have some more, cumslut," he pulled out, lowering his head to watch a stream of cum leak out of your clenching hole, pursing his lips and spitting over your clit.

just as you were about to complain about not finishing, san was pushing seonghwa away and flipping you over, lifting your hips and sliding his hard length through your soiled folds. "can I have you once more, jagi?"

your hips jerked when his cockhead brushed over your swollen clit, a broken moan leaving your lips. "s-san-"

"you can take it, right? my good girl," he planted a delicate kiss between your shoulder blades, his cockhead prodding at your entrance. "what do you say? I'll breed you full of cum, have you leaking for days."

you nodded frantically at his words, pushing your hips back until his cock slipped inside you. he straightened up, groaning deeply as pleasure soared through his body. he peeked at your face, smiling lopsidedly at your fucked-out expression, drool pooling on the sheets under your head. San knew he wasn't going to last, and that the two men were going to tease him for it later, but the feeling of your cunt pulsing violently around him was all-consuming, and any thought not about you faded into nothing. he dug his knees into the mattress and held onto your hips, fucking into you with a desperate need and reveling in the squelch of the cum being pumped into you. with san's cockhead pressing into your g-spot, you quickly came undone, your thighs vibrating forcefully and your walls clamping down on his cock. the familiar warmth of his seed seeped through your abdomen, his heavy breaths blowing over your back where he leaned over you. he rolled his hips into your used cunt, milking himself of every last drop before pulling out.

falling sideways, you managed three deep breaths before you were being rolled onto your back, your legs spread wide open and a tongue licking up your slit. you jerked when it brushed over you clit, a whispered apology over your skin. wooyoung buried his head between your legs, slurping at your swollen enterance as it clenched and unclenched uselessly. he pulled away, grabbing san by the back of the neck and towering over him, angling his head upwards and using his other hand to pry his lips open with two fingers. rolling his tongue out, you watched as a blend of cum and his spit dribbled into san's open mouth.

"don't swallow," wooyoung instructed, licking the residue off his lips and signaling towards seonghwa—slumped against the bedhead, watching the two men silently interact.

wooyoung’s mouth was back on your pussy, panting like a dog over your leaking hole as he sucked out the last of their cum from inside you. your hips spasmed at the overstimulation, but your eyes were fixed on the two men beside you—san, with his legs thrown over seonghwa's thighs and his tongue down his throat, a line of cum streaming down seonghwa's chin while their teeth crashed against each other. seongwha's hand kneaded the younger man's ass, drawing him closer by the back of the neck to lick over the roof of his mouth, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed down the bitter liquid.

wooyoung's mouth pressed against yours, drawing your attention back to him. you tasted a blend of yourself and everyone else on his tongue, and he spat the wad of cum in his mouth down your throat. with a final peck to your lips, he pulled away and swiped his thumb over your bottom, wiping off the leftover translucent mixture and feeding it to you.

the two men beside you had already separated by the time you looked over at them again, now holding damp towels and water bottles, ready to pamper you for the rest of the night. cleaned up and trapped between the three of them, they showered you with kisses and praise until you drifted off into pleasant dream.

Hard thoughts hm?

Woosanhwa fighting for dominance over u👀👀

it took me a moment to figure out what to write for this but oh my god. I could kiss you. you really came at me with my bias line huh???

I kind of interpreted it as them fighting over who would have you first and.... it just kept getting filthier and filthier.... teehee ( ´∀`)

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

seonghwa’s fingers glided over your heated skin, tracing the curve of your breast down to the dip of your belly button. "who do you want first, darling?"

your thighs pressed together, the slick from your previous orgasms smeared all over your inner thighs. looking between the three men, your mind went blank. you knew seonghwa usually preferred to go last, but the glimmer in his eyes was unfamiliar, pure lust glazing them over. wooyoung's palm flattened over your lower belly, pulling you out of your thoughts, but just as you were about to look over at him, gentle fingers twisted your head the other way and feline eyes met yours. san's gaze was soft, his signature pout present on his lips as he leaned into your personal space.

"you'll let me have you first, won't you, jagi?" he mumbled, the pout muffling some of his words. "I'll make you feel so good, I promise," his fingers sneaked their way between your legs, sliding through your slit to collect some of your arousal before moving back up to rub slow circles around your clit.

you breathed out a quiet moan, san's slow movements sending pleasant tingles buzzing through your body. another set of fingers joined san's, tapping firmly on your entrance before sinking into your dripping heat.

"san-ah, stop playing dirty," wooyoung grumbled, pressing himself to your side and nibbling on your collarbone, working his fingers inside you at a languid pace. "still so fucking tight, even after taking our cocks so many times."

the rate at which they played with your pussy was driving you insane, your hips bucking to meet wooyoung's fingers, but seonghwa brushed san's hand away to land a harsh slap on your clit.

"behave," he warned. the deep baritone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, nodding quickly with a whispered sorry on your lips. "good girl," he praised, brushing your hair off your face. "how about you let whoever makes you feel the best fuck you first, hm?"

you nodded again, a soft moan leaving your lips in response as wooyoung’s fingers found your g-spot. you hadn't expected seonghwa to participate, assuming he'd sit back and watch the two younger men compete against each other, but he quickly disappeared from your vision, laying flat on his stomach with his face between your legs, his tongue rolling out to lick around your stretched hole.

the pressure in your lower belly was building rapidly, and the subtle squeezes your walls gave wooyoung’s fingers alerted him to your impending orgasm. slow thrusts turned to rapid pumping of his fingers inside you, curling them directly into your swollen gland to watch your features contort with pleasure.

san knew he wouldn't be the one to make you cum, his fingers rubbing over your clit desperately despite the cramp in his wrist. so he opted for playing dirty —pressing his lips to your pulse point, biting down on your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to mask the lewd squelching of your cunt. "please, baby, 'want you so bad. can you feel how much I need you?" he whispered —low and sultry— while rutting his cock over your hip, the hard length heavy on your skin.

but then seonghwa's tongue was slipping inside you, curling around wooyoung's fingers to prod at your g-spot as well. wooyoung's mouth pressed against yours, drinking up your broken moans before leaning back to spit onto your tongue. "look at you, already fucked dumb and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet," the corners of his lips tugged upwards, the desperate whine you let out going straight to his dick. he trailed his lips over your face, kissing over the tears streaming down your temples.

seonghwa moved off you, slipping his tongue out to slide in a finger alongside wooyoung's, tugging against your enterance to watch it gape. he pursed his lips and spat inside your tight cunt, taking in how it mixed with your arousal and seeped out of your wet hole as wooyoung pumped his fingers inside it. "be a good girl and cum for us, sweetheart," he groaned, leaning in to slither his tongue back inside you.

your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, the three men adjusting their pace to guide you through it—san shifted back to lazy circles around your swollen clit, wooyoung reveled in the tight squeeze around his fingers as they curled leisurely inside you, seonghwa's tongue moving in shallow thrusts while his hands held your hips down on the mattress. when the waves of pleasure blurring your vision shifted into pain from overstimulation, the three men moved off you, and you relished their delicate touch all over your body—seonghwa’s lips leaving a trail of kisses up your torso, wooyoung burying his face in your chest, his hands kneading your spasming thighs, san busying himself with peppering tender pecks over your face, his hand locked tightly with yours.

but then seonghwa's lips reached your neck, and you suddenly became aware of the three men's hard arousal pressing into your heated skin. the oldest hovered over you and watched as realization seeped into your expression, your eyes shyly meeting his through your lashes, his own glazed over with burning lust as they stared back at you.

"so, who's gonna fuck you first, angel?"

part 2

The MinSanHwa Dorm (pt 1)

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader, mentions of san and mingi

word count: 4.2k

tags: fluff, smut, established friendship with san, horror movie night, mentions of ot8

minors DNI !! nsfw & warnings under the cut

warnings: virgin!seonghwa, switch!seonghwa, switch!reader, minor handjob (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), begging, unprotected sex (❌), sex with some clothes still on, overstimulation, aftercare

"Just through here," San said, opening the door to the dorm he shared with Mingi and Seonghwa, the former you hadn't met yet and the latter you had interacted with once or twice when visiting your childhood best friend with his newly dyed blonde hair.

An agreement had been made between yourself and Ateez's management about your visiting conditions, considering your father was recently appointed CEO of a neighbouring entertainment agency with whom KQ had close connections with. Ever since San's debut, seeing him was as rare as seeing family who lived overseas during the holiday season, but now that things had changed you would have the opportunity to see him more frequently.

Being invited over to his dorm, though, was under wraps. Their manager was away on a quick family trip for two days while the boys had a free schedule, so San decided it was the best time to sneak you in to show off where he lived.

The two of you kicked your shoes off at the front as he lead you inside, the hallway light coming on automatically as you entered. "Y/N's here!" San announced, hanging his set of keys on a hook on the wall.

Seonghwa's head popped around the corner as you moved into the shared living and kitchen space. "Hi, nice to see you again," he said with a smile. As it was already almost 11pm, Seonghwa had already finished washing up and looked comfortable in his matching silver pyjama set.

"Nice to see you too," you greeted him warmly.

"Mingi-ah!" San called out, seemingly summoning the taller boy, the tips of his blue black hair damp as he walked out of the bathroom in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweat shorts. "Are you watching the movie with us?" San asked him.

Mingi gave you a smile and small wave before making a disgusted noise at San. "No, I'm not gonna watch a horror movie with you just so you can make fun of me."

San chuckled and patted him on his broad shoulders in passing. "Fine... Pussy."

Mingi grabbed San by the back of his shirt and pulled him into a headlock, the two laughing as you stood in the middle of the dorm a little awkwardly. Seonghwa quickly picked up on it and offered you the bowl of popcorn he was already snacking from.

"Sorry about them." He smiled again.

You thanked him and took a handful, the two of you moving over to the lounge. "It's okay. Trust me, I'm very used to San starting trouble."

San joined the two of you on the lounge after turning off all the lights for the extra effect, opening up Netflix and starting the movie you had decided on earlier that day.

"Why are we even watching this?" Seonghwa asked two minutes in when the eerie atmosphere of the film had already been set. "You get scared easily too."

"Exposure therapy." He shrugged. "I don't get scared that easily-"

The sound of glass breaking in the movie made San jump, cutting off his own sentence. You laughed as Seonghwa chuckled quietly, the blonde-haired idol now going silent as he stole the bowl of popcorn from your lap as you were seated in between them, Seonghwa on your left and San on your right.

You were no stranger to scary movies, likely having more free time to become desensitised to them than San would, so each jump scare in the film hardly had an affect on you. However, being able to watch the movie a lot more calmly than the boys either side of you made you very aware of their movements. San had curled up on the lounge and was just slightly leaning into you, which didn't bother you at all considering you had known him almost your whole life. Seonghwa on the other hand had unconsciously shifted closer, and it wasn't until the end of the film when one of the characters was suddenly taken by the antagonist that Seonghwa's hand flew to your knee in surprise.

He withdrew his hand just as quickly as it happened, his face going red even in the dim light. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled quietly so San wouldn't hear.

"Oh, it's okay!" You whispered back to him, a little surprised yourself.

The movie soon ended and Seonghwa was the one to get up to turn the lights back on, San frozen in his spot. Everyone took a minute to adjust to the light flooding back into the space, you and San standing from the lounge.

"I don't know how I'm gonna sleep tonight." San shivered.

"Aww I can stay with you, if you want?" You teased him. But the look in his eyes was one of genuine fear. "Whatever you want, otherwise I'll just crash here." You patted the top of the lounge.

San mulled over the thought of having you in his bed before he shook it away. "No, I'll be fine. Are you sure you don't want me to order you a cab?"

You shook your head. "You'd rather me travel all the way home at," you searched for the time and found it on a clock hanging on the wall, "1am than have me sleep on your lounge for one night?"

San smiled, realising you had him there. "I'll grab the spare blankets for you," he said before disappearing around the corner to the linen closet.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Seonghwa spoke up, reminding you that he was still there. "I'll be up for a bit but I'll leave you to get some rest."

"Okay, goodnight Seonghwa." You gave him a sweet smile before he retreated into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind him.

"Here you go." San returned with a large blanket and a spare pillow. "Sorry we don't have a spare room for you to stay in."

You chuckled and took the things from him, getting the lounge ready. "No that's okay. I'm just glad to be able to see you more often now."

"Me too." He sighed contentedly. "Though our manager can't know that you stayed the night. I don't know what he'd do to us."

You pressed a finger to your lips. "What are you talking about? I was never here."

He laughed before turning around to head towards his bedroom. "Goodnight!"

"Night, San."

The living space was quiet as you finishing fluffing up your pillow and got yourself comfortable. Though it was no bed, the lounge was nice enough to be able to rest well on. But for some reason your mind remained awake, swimming with thoughts of your day. You felt unusually restless but it wasn't entirely the fact that you were secretly staying the night at your best friend's dorm who happened to be an idol apart of an increasingly popular group. Maybe it was the small movements on the lounge earlier as Seonghwa fidgeted beside you during the movie. Or his tall frame that you felt a little too comfortable beside. Or when he had accidentally reached for your knee, leaving not only him blushing hard from the gesture.

You didn't even know Seonghwa that well yet. The only other members you could consider proper friends besides San was Hongjoong and Wooyoung who were in a completely different dorm shared with Jongho. You had also spoken with Yunho and Yeosang only a few times when visiting San at dance practice when they were around, and Mingi you hadn't encountered at all until tonight. But you'd known Seonghwa to be the most welcoming member so far, despite not having shared a lot of time with him yet.

The very faint sounds of a video game reached you from across the room, seeming to emanate from the bedroom of the very member you were thinking about. He did say he'd be awake for a little longer and San had definitely already passed out by now.

You tip-toed to the door of Seonghwa's bedroom, seeing a faint light leak through at the bottom. You knocked gently and the sounds of the video game quietened before you heard shuffling inside, the door opening a moment later.

Seonghwa blinked at you through his glasses. "Oh Y/N, everything okay?" There was a trace of concern in his voice.

"Oh, yeah! I'm okay. Just can't sleep. What are you playing?" You smiled.

"Animal Crossing," he said before opening the door wider. "Would you like to watch?"

"Sure." You slid past him into the room. "Thank you."

His room was small but was filled to the brim with decorations, mainly Star Wars, on a row of shelves that hugged the left wall, his desk to the right and his bed on the opposite wall. You moved to sit at his desk since his game was set-up on the TV that was at the end of his bed, but as Seonghwa slipped under the covers to sit up in bed, he patted the spot beside him. "You can sit here if you want."

A light flutter brushed past your chest as you took him up on his offer. "Don't blame me if I fall asleep," you joked, opting to sit on top of the covers instead with your back to the head of the bedframe too. Seonghwa chuckled along before continuing his game, excitedly showing off his character and what he had built on his island so far.

You didn't know how much time had passed with the two of you sitting there, quietly chatting and enjoying the game, but at some point you had decided to make yourself a little more comfortable, laying down on top of the covers with your eyes still on the screen.

It wasn't your intention to, but the soft bed beneath you and the comforting sounds from the video game were enough to make you drift off to sleep. You were woken slightly when you felt the bed shift as Seonghwa must've climbed properly under the covers to go to sleep, but your body was so heavy that you didn't have the strength to get yourself up yet.

The second time you were woken up was by Seonghwa turning in his sleep. This time, you fought the urge to close your eyes again, slowly gaining consciousness to the fact that you really did fall asleep on top of Seonghwa's bed.

You slowly blinked awake, adjusting to the dark room before looking to your left to find the idol asleep. And even though the bed covers separated the two of you, Seonghwa had turned towards you in his sleep, your faces so close that you could faintly feel his steady breath on your cheeks.

You couldn't quite put a finger on what it was yet, but there were no warning signals going off in your head that you should take the opportunity to get up and return to the lounge. Your curiosity did, however, make you turn to look at the clock on Seonghwa's desk. You could faintly read the time on it: 4:18AM.

The taller boy stirred again in his sleep and you turned back to look at him, surprised to find his eyes barely open looking right back at you.

"Hey," he said groggily, not minding that you were still around.

"Hi," you said. A comfortable silence fell between you as he blinked himself awake as well. "I should go," you whispered, feeling the pressure in your chest only deepen.

Even in the darkness of his room, you watched as Seonghwa's eyes trailed from your own down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze.

"Stay," he whispered back.

You suddenly became very aware of how close you truly were to him. Your heart picked up its pace, the place in between your legs also growing warm as your mind began to wander. Nothing like that would happen though, not that you didn't want it to. Even though you were best friends with one of the members and would be seeing them more frequently, that didn't guarantee that any of them would actually find you attractive and act on it. That was ridiculous...

Wasn't it?

Seonghwa sat up slowly and pulled back the bed covers. "Here."

What would San think? It's not like you intended to sleep beside, or with, any of his members anyway. The gentleness in Seonghwa's voice also indicated that he wasn't interested in making you uncomfortable, so the decision was completely up to you.

You let a second or two pass before tempting your heart further, climbing under the covers to lay beside Seonghwa. It was much warmer and you hadn't realised how tense you had become from sleeping in the cold air.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa whispered in the dark.

You nodded, though it was unlikely he could see it. "Just a little cold, that's all."

"Can I...?" He trailed off, letting the air between you hang for a moment. You realised what he was silently asking and you nodded again, making you realise he could in fact see you before he softly wrapped an arm around you, shuffling just a tiny bit closer.

What had led you to be gently held by the friend of your childhood best friend was entirely unknown to you. Your head was racing as you started to warm up immediately from the contact, finding it both nerve-wracking and electrifying all at once.

"Do you think San would mind?" You squeaked out.

Seonghwa gave you a comforting smile. "I don't think San would mind at all."

In the midst of your drowsiness, you found your eyes gently trailing across Seonghwa's features, drinking in the beautiful details of his face before landing on his plump lips. He must've caught you staring as the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them before you locked eyes again.

"Y/N... Can I..."

You swallowed, finding yourself understanding his trailed off sentences more and more. You nodded, your heart now in your throat, before the hand on your back gently squeezed and Seonghwa gently closed the gap of evident tension between the two of you.

You melted immediately into the kiss, his warm hand on your back shooting sparks up your spine. The kiss was soft and so painfully slow, but it answered all of the question marks that had been swimming around in your head that night. His lips were like honey as you drew yourself towards him, your free hand slowly snaking up to rest on his hip. The soft gesture only made Seonghwa pull you closer, tilting his head to allow deeper access to him.

Your mind had seemingly emptied itself of everything else other than this moment as you kissed him gently, blindly finding that tongue of his and stroking your own against it. Seonghwa pulled back, his face red and eyes half-lidded as he asked, "Is this okay?"

Your heart warmed at the continuous questioning for your consent as you gave him a verbal yes, your hands finding the sides of his neck instead as your lips met in the middle again.

Seonghwa's hand on your back physically brought you closer and you found yourself absentmindedly threading your leg in between his, both of your bodies warming up at the contact. Your tongue met his again and a small sigh slipped out of you. Even though the noise was only small, Seonghwa could feel a tent forming in his pants already.

You hardly broke the kiss, breathing heavily through your nose instead as you kept one hand on his neck, the other sliding down to trace against the side of his thigh. A breathy moan left Seonghwa and he pulled away to pause for a moment.

"Sorry," he said, shuddering at the gentle touch.

"Don't be sorry," you whispered. "Let me know if you want me to stop." You said and he nodded.

You kept your eyes on Seonghwa and watched his face contort at the slightest movements. All you were doing was tracing your fingers lightly across the side of his thigh but it made him throb an embarrassing amount. Sliding your hand more to the inner part of his thigh, you brushed your fingers gently across his crotch and he gasped, hiding his face into the pillow.

"Ughhh," he moaned softly, breath heavy as you traced your fingers up and down his length still clothed in two layers. Your fingers found the hem of his pants and you tugged them down, Seonghwa helping you remove them as he also removed his silk shirt, leaving him only in his boxers that were tighter than they were five minutes ago.

"Have you ever been touched before?" You asked, your voice low and quiet as you resumed your position on your side with Seonghwa now lying on his back.

"Only myself sometimes," he admitted, eyes watching the top of the bed covers shift as you found his length again beneath his boxers this time. A longer moan left his lips and he bit them closed to stifle it, eyes shut tight as he lost himself to the pleasure. You dryly stroked him gently and that was enough to make Seonghwa's breathing quicken.

"Y/N... Hmph... It feels so good," he breathed out before your lips found his again, kissing him in tandem with your fingers tracing along his cock. You were only touching him gently, giving him a small taste, before his hands found your hips to stop your movements.

"C-Can I touch you now?" He asked, eyes sparkling as he swallowed back his own pleasure momentarily.

Your cheeks flushed and you nodded, laying yourself down as he shuffled to lay on his side instead. He helped you remove your shorts, leaving you in a plain shirt, sans a bra that you had ditched after the movie, and your pastel flower-patterned underwear.

Seonghwa's tall frame above you made you squeeze your legs together, but he gently pushed them apart, his eyes staying locked on yours as he dipped his hand beneath your underwear to meet the wetness gathered there.

"Fuuuck," you breathed out as he groaned at the contact. His slender fingers simply stroked up and down, hitting your clit every now and then which made you inhale sharply.

"Sorry," he whispered and stopped his movements, scared he might have hurt you.

But you shook your head, your eyes closed at the pleasure that shot through you with each movement. "No, it feels good."

"Okay," he said quietly before continuing, eventually finding your hole and testing the waters by slipping one finger inside all too easily. He pushed it in all the way and your entire body tensed at how incredible it felt with how deep he could go. Seonghwa took the opportunity to meet your open mouth and wrap your lips with his own, fingering you so slowly it only made you ache even more.

Small moans left you as he pleasured you, finding the courage to slip a second inside without needing to be prompted, only making you more crazy for how he was making you feel. You had to take a moment to separate your kiss to catch your breath, feeling your high approaching already. But he pulled his fingers out before he could get you there, absentmindedly wiping them on his bed.

"I-I've never had sex with anyone before," he admitted. "But I really want to."

You blinked at him, eyes slightly wide, not at the confession but at the fact he wanted his first time to be with you. "Are you sure?"

Seonghwa nodded confidently. "Yes. But I don't have any condoms."

You cursed in your head. "Me neither. But I'm on birth control. I can take a pill in the morning too. We'll just be more prepared next time."

A smirk found Seonghwa's lips and you immediately felt flustered from the look he was giving you. "Next time?"

Your face beat red from realising what you had just said, but Seonghwa lent down to cover you with another deep kiss before you could correct yourself. "I like the sound of that," he whispered lowly into your ear before removing your underwear then his own, peppering you with kisses in between.

You rolled Seonghwa onto his back, pushing back the bed covers, and pressed your chest to his, your shirt still on but too busy to do anything about it. One hand found his hair again as your kisses became more desperate and sloppy, the other hand finding his cock between the two of you and lining it up with your entrance. Seonghwa breathed out as his head brushed up against you, and you had to clench your jaw and bury your face into his neck once you actually slid down onto him, his entire length filling you up as you did your best to bottom out.

The air was heavy in his room as you stayed like that for a minute, allowing the both of you to adjust before you moved. Seonghwa's mouth was open with heavy breaths and his eyes were closed, and he looked beautiful in such a state. Feeling your eyes on him, he met yours and gave you a nod to signal he was okay for you to move.

You slid yourself up and down in a smooth, slow motion, causing Seonghwa to inhale sharply and a little more loudly than intended. Your hand rushed to cover his mouth and he did the same, his large hand enveloping yours as you both froze, hoping San next door didn't hear anything. After noting the silence as a good sign, you removed your hand from Seonghwa with a soft giggle, a cheeky smile painting his own features before you slid up and down once more, quickly contorting the features on his face back into pleasure.

"Fuuuck, Y/N... Please..." Seonghwa breathed out, his hands resting on his hips to guide you along.

You groaned into his neck, slowly picking up your pace, hardly able to hold yourself up. "You feel so good, Hwa."

One of Seonghwa's hands moved from your hip to cradle the back of your head, prompting you to look back at him before he connected your lips again. Finding his own pace, Seonghwa met your thrusts from beneath you, doubling the pleasure both of you felt.

Your thighs began to tremble around him as both of your breathing picked up. "Nghh- Keep going, I'm almost..." he pressed his head deeper into the pillow underneath him, his eyes squeezing shut as the words left him entirely. Then Seonghwa tensed, the hand on your head gripping your hair gently as he squeezed your hip with the other, filling you up with his hot load entirely. The look of ecstasy on Seonghwa's face was enough for the fire in your belly to build quickly, the tension within you snapping as your orgasm washed over you in waves. You rode it out, Seonghwa biting his lip to keep himself from crying out at the overstimulation that felt so good at the same time.

You felt slightly dizzy after cumming and so did Seonghwa, leaving the both of you to catch your breath with him still inside of you, the sweat on his chest making your shirt slightly damp. After a minute or so, you finally lifted yourself off of him, forgetting there wasn't a condom and causing his load to spill out of you onto his stomach.

"Fuck," he swore softly, the sight only turning him on again as you were careful to make sure it didn't spill onto his bed. You reached for his bedside table and grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning the both of you up speedily.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, pulling your damp underwear and shorts back on as you bundled up the used tissues.

"Hm? Yeah," Seonghwa breathed out, drowsiness overcoming him. "Sorry, that was... Wow."

You giggled, moving back over to him as he sat up slightly, handing him his underwear back as you planted a soft kiss to his lips. "I really enjoyed that."

Seonghwa searched your eyes and found no trace of a lie. The comfort in that made him smile. "I did too. Can you still sleep here, though?"

"Of course," you said before heading towards his bedroom door anyway. "I'll be right back."

You quietly exited the room and tip-toed to the bathroom, tossing the tissues in the toilet before you used it yourself. After flushing and washing your hands, and splashing some cold water on your hot cheeks, you left the bathroom, almost getting a fright from seeing Mingi standing right in front of you.

You jumped slightly, catching yourself. "Hey, you scared me," you said with a quiet chuckle.

"Sorry." Mingi smiled, passing by you to use the bathroom next.

You decided to stuff some pillows under the blanket on the lounge to make it seem like you were sleeping there, the thought of Mingi hearing the two of you and waking him up dancing past your mind as you re-entered Seonghwa's bedroom. He'd neatly folded his pyjama's on his desk and was back under the covers in his underwear.

"Come here." Seonghwa opened up the covers for you again and you slipped in happily, immediately falling into his warmth as he cuddled you from behind. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Hwa," you whispered, your eyelids feeling heavy as you let your body sink into the bed beneath you, Seonghwa's tall frame enveloping you as you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Part 2.

The MinSanHwa Dorm (pt 4)

pairings: choi san x park seonghwa x song mingi x fem!reader

word count: 5.4k

tags: fluff, smut, established friendship with san

minors DNI !! nsfw & warnings under the cut

warnings: dom!mingi, switch!san, switch!seonghwa, switch!reader, foursome, multiple orgasms, mxm, fxm, oral (f!receiving, m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving, m!receiving), handjob, blowjob, nipple play, light choking, protected sex, voyeurism, spanking, hickeys, begging, degradation, praise, gendered terms used, pet names (pretty, jagiya, baby, good girl, princess) Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.

A/N: before we get into part 4 of this fic, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love on this storyline! it’s my first time publishing smut & any kpop fic whatsoever, and I’ve really enjoyed writing it (I hope you’ve enjoyed reading 😌). I’m currently taking a few requests for some drabbles/scenarios so pls leave me an ask if you like. THANK YOU ✨

You and San stood beside each other, him fully dressed again and you feeling bare with just an oversized shirt on, holding the sweatpants as you stared at Mingi, eyes flicking to Seonghwa every few moments.

"San..." You trailed off, looking to your best friend for guidance because you truly didn't know what the hell to do. But San was looking at the boy only a few inches taller than him, exchanging unsaid words that made you nervous.

Mingi took slow steps towards you into the kitchen, leaving Seonghwa standing just outside, breaking his stare-off with San as he looked down at you.

"I wasn't enough for you this morning?" Mingi pouted at you childishly, resting his hand on the countertop behind you as he leaned forward. "If you wanted to be fucked again, you should've just asked."

"Mingi..."

The tallest of the group looked at San to respond to him. "It's up to her."

"What's up to me?" You squeaked out, feeling overpowered by the dominance in the room.

San squared his jaw as he and Mingi exchanged thoughts again, though he didn't look mad. Just serious. "Y/N..." San's features softened as he turned back to you. "Would you be open to... Fucking all of us?"

The weight of realisation slammed down on you as you finally caught on. Seonghwa remained a few metres behind and you didn't dare meet his eyes. You assumed he must’ve spoken with Mingi at some point, or Mingi admitted what he’d heard between the two of you, if he wasn’t objecting.

"If you don't want to, you can say no and just pretend like we never asked," Mingi said. "Simple as that."

You looked from San up to Mingi who raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response. Tonight he wore a fitted white top with wide-leg black pants that reached the floor, highlighting his thin waist and what lay beneath.

Your answer was in the kiss as you leant on your tip-toes, hungrily tasting Mingi's lips in front of the other two. To your surprise, Mingi gently grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away. "Uh uh uh, I need a yes, pretty."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Yes."

A devilish smirk played on Mingi's lips before he picked you up, one arm under your legs and the other under your back, making you squeal in surprise, before turning and taking the two of you to his bedroom. You didn’t exactly remember when you dropped the pair of sweatpants to the floor on the way over.

"Well?" He called behind him. "Are you coming?"

Your eyes were focused on Mingi, feeling the strength in his arms as he carried you, hearing two pairs of footsteps following closely behind.

Mingi tossed you onto his bed, proving himself impatient as he climbed on top, devouring your mouth with his own immediately. His tongue fought yours and won in an instant as you peeked open to find San and Seonghwa entering the room, San having already removed his shirt, showing off his broad build.

"Off," Mingi ordered before removing your shirt himself, leaving you completely naked. He moaned out against your tits once his lips attached to one nipple, playing and twisting the other. Your back arched from the sensation as needy whimpers left you.

"Mingi..." you breathed out as he trailed his kisses down the length of your torso, swirling his tongue around the curves of your hipbones as he continued to lower himself down the bed.

"Hi," Seonghwa's soft voice sounded to your right as he climbed onto the bed beside you, lowering himself down as he cradled your face with one hand. "Can I kiss you?"

Half-lidded from Mingi's tongue now on your inner thighs, you nodded in agreement before Seonghwa leant down and kissed you delicately. A second later, you felt another pair of lips on the same nipple Mingi had given plenty of attention to, feeling San's big hands on either side of your torso.

You moaned into Seonghwa's mouth as he lowered himself further to lay beside you. Mingi then took each of your legs and put them over his shoulders before diving into your core that was still sensitive from fucking San not even five minutes ago. You pulled away from Seonghwa to let out a loud moan at the contact between your legs, Seonghwa taking the opportunity to brush your hair out of your face and caress your cheeks softly.

"There you go," Seonghwa said lowly. "This is all for you, jagiya."

San hummed as he moved to your other nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting very softly but enough to elicit a sweet groan from you.

The pleasure that tingled your entire body was almost too much. Mingi eating you out like his favourite dessert leaving no drop of your wetness wasted, San massaging your tits and treating them so well, and Seonghwa peppering your face with soft open-mouthed kisses and admiring how your features.

“Mingi… Mingi-ah, stop,” you rested a hand on his head, causing him to look up straight away, not wanting to cross any boundaries. San also stopped his ministrations and Seonghwa pulled away slightly too.

“Are you okay?” San propped himself up on one arm, coming closer to you to search for any discomfort in your expression.

You nodded. “It’s just all…” You motioned a hand in the air. “A bit too much at the same time.”

Mingi removed your legs from his shoulders, putting his hands on either side of your thighs and leaning forward slightly. “Okay, how about we slow it down a bit then?”

San tsk’d at him. “You’re the one who pounced first.”

“What would you like, Y/N?” Seonghwa’s sweet voice brought you back down to reality for a moment.

“C-Can I touch you first?” You felt slightly odd asking him in front of an audience, but it also really turned you on the idea of Mingi and San having to watch.

Seonghwa exchanged glances with the other members before nodding, a blush forming on his cheeks. San shifted to the end of the bed near Mingi to allow you some space as you turned on your right side to face Seonghwa.

He trailed a hand up the length of your arm, watching his own fingertips as they reached your shoulder, drawing a circle there before resting on your neck, his slender fingers wrapping around it softly. You hummed into his touch, savouring how gentle he was with you. Brushing your own fingers through his hair, you brought Seonghwa close and reconnected your kiss.

Sliding your tongue against his bottom lip, he tilted his head to allow you inside, licking his teeth before finding his tongue and sucking on it. Seonghwa let out a light moan, drawing him closer to you.

Your felt guilty as your mind wandered to what San and Mingi were doing just as you and Seonghwa broke apart to catch your breath.

“Can I take these off?” You tugged at Seonghwa’s pants and he swallowed nervously, eyes darting to his members but he removed them anyway. You also lifted the shirt off his head, leaving him in his plain boxers half hard.

You shifted around so that you sat beside Seonghwa who now laid on his back. Just as he liked it in the early hours of that same day, you lightly traced around his thighs, making him shiver from the sensitivity before you brushed against his cock, causing Seonghwa to gasp and close his eyes.

Needing to satisfy your curiosity, at the same time that you dipped a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to grip onto his length, you stole a look over your shoulder at the others. And the sight you saw made your core pulse in time with your own heartbeat.

San was sitting back on his calves with Mingi slotted behind him, his large bare thighs hugging San’s as Mingi palmed the blonde boy’s cock from outside his underwear, his pants now missing. San’s half-lidded eyes were on you, mouth open and breathless. Once Mingi saw you were looking their way, he gave San’s cock a gentle squeeze, making his head fall back against Mingi’s chest.

Turning your attention back to Seonghwa and squeezing your own legs together, you decided to remove his boxers, letting his length spring free. His head was already leaking and you wanted a taste.

Leaning down, you licked a stripe up Seonghwa’s cock and lapped up his pre-cum at the tip, making him whimper and let his head fall into the pillow behind him. You gripped his length with one hand as you took half of him in your mouth, being slow and gentle just like he was with you.

“Fuck, nghh-“ the prettiest noises left Seonghwa’s mouth as you bobbed up and down, sucking and licking just so you could hear the moans that fell off his lips. You heard a whimper come from another member, making you return to just pumping Seonghwa’s cock as you turned to look at the other two.

San’s eyes were now closed, his body mostly limp as he leaned back into Mingi’s chest. Noticing you had turned your attention to them, Mingi kept eye contact with you as he snaked a hand around to lightly hold the front of San’s neck, leaning down to his ear. “Our girl’s watching, make sure you put on a show for her, hm?”

A breathy moan left San as Mingi sped up, his hand reaching up and around to hold Mingi’s hair as he fell into the pleasure. You matched Mingi’s speed with your hand on Seonghwa, the dark-haired boy finding your thigh to squeeze as his whimpers grew louder, his legs unable to remain still. Mingi bit his lip as he gently rocked against San, fisting his cock faster until he had your best friend in a blubbering, orgasmic mess. San grunted as he came in his underwear and all over Mingi’s hand, Seonghwa not far behind as his breath picked up in speed and pitch before he shot out over his stomach, nails digging into your leg as he finished.

Finding it hard to rip your eyes away from Mingi and San, you eventually turned back to Seonghwa, letting go of his sensitive cock and running your clean hand through the damp hair that stick to his forehead. “Did that feel good?”

Catching his breath, Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered open. “Y-yeah. That felt amazing.”

“Here,” Mingi said before handing Seonghwa a box of tissues which you went to reach for but Mingi swatted your hand away, pinning you down on the bed by your wrists instead. “San-ah,” Mingi said, not breaking focus from you. “Go clean yourself and Hwa up.”

“Okay,” San breathed out, helping Seonghwa to his feet as the two retreated to the bathroom to tidy themselves. Once they’d left the bedroom, Mingi lowered his body onto yours, making you realise he’d also stripped bare at some point.

Leaning down to your ear he licked around it before groaning, “Is it okay if I have you all to myself for a little while?”

You whined out in response before Mingi grinded himself against you, sliding in and out of your folds that made your entire body ache for him. You twisted his face towards yours, desperate to taste his lips just as much as he was to taste yours. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, teasing your entrance but never going inside, making you the impatient one this time.

Mingi found that amusing as he let out a low chuckle. “Come on, baby. I thought you wanted to go slow?”

It was absolute torture. “Mmm but I need you… Please, ah-“

Lifting himself up, Mingi opened up the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed one of the condoms he had stashed there, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it onto himself.

Mingi leaned his weight onto his right arm as he pushed just the tip in. You groaned out, trying to hook your legs around him to pull him deeper, but he withdrew his cock from you instead, making you whine.

“So needy.” He whipped your chin up to look at him. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You bit on your lip and whimpered, completely losing yourself to him. You were more desperate than you had ever felt before, knowing Mingi’s cock was just within reach but the grip he had on you said he wouldn’t fuck you if you didn’t play nice.

So you calmed yourself and nodded, your eyes sparkling up at him. He smiled at the obedience and lowered himself back to you, pushing in only halfway and staying there. Your eyes never left each other’s as he moaned, dragging himself out once before finally pushing in all the way until he bottomed out.

“Nghh ugh!” Your mouth fell open with how big he felt inside you, definitely the biggest of the group. Even Mingi had taken a few seconds to gather himself as he let go of your chin, resting on both arms beside your head as he rocked into you. He was much gentler than the shower earlier, not feeling the need to rush this moment since you didn’t have to hide anymore.

“Mmmm,” Mingi hummed, his eyes threatening to close from the pleasure before his lips attached to your shoulder, sucking not-so gently this time. Your hands found his biceps and squeezed hard as you cried out.

San soon returned to the room, having rid of his messed underwear as he climbed onto the bed to lay beside you, tracing a finger around your chest, not quite touching your nipples.

“Is he making you feel good, Y/N?” San asked, wetting his fingertips before finally giving attention to your tits again. “Better than I made you feel?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, your head swimming with the pleasure the two were giving you.

Seonghwa soon returned to the room and you could tell there was something different in the way he walked over, no shame in his vulnerable state as he also joined the three of you on the bed, pushing San’s shoulder down to force him to lay flat on the bed.

“Hwa-“ San begun but was cut off by Seonghwa’s lips on his own as he climbed on top, his already half hard dick lowering down onto San’s. San gasped through the kiss, his mind spinning as he registered what was happening. The sight alone could’ve made you cum if it wasn’t for Mingi slowing down.

“God…” Mingi grunted, exhaling a heavy breath. You could tell the sight brought him close too but he wasn’t done with you just yet, wanting to ride it out for longer.

“S-Seonghwa,” San breathed out, eyes close, as the dark-haired boy trailed kisses down San’s body, making sure to lick around his abdomen excruciatingly slow before settling himself down between San’s legs.

Mingi took the opportunity to pick you up, still inside you, and shuffle you closer to San so that your faces were right beside each other. You extended your tongue to lick San’s lips that had fallen open in ecstasy as Seonghwa took his length into his mouth.

“F-fuck!” San moaned out as he tangled one hand in Seonghwa’s hair, guiding him up and down his cock that he took surprisingly well.

Mingi tore his eyes from his members, focusing back on you as he sped up again, making you gasp out in shock at the sudden wave of pleasure that shot through you.

“San…” you whined, your breath hot on his neck before he turned to you again, lips smacking together as you tasted each other ferociously.

The sounds that filled the room were ungodly, Mingi grunting above you as he picked up the pace, proving his stamina as he thrusted into you harder and faster. Seonghwa had one hand on the base of San’s cock, sucking the rest of his length up and down speedily.

“Hmmm, nghh, I-I’m close,” San pulled back from your lips, pressing the back of his head into the pillow as he chased his high.

“You like seeing your best friend’s cock being sucked?” Mingi brought himself down to your ear again, nibbling on it. “I bet you wish it was you sucking him instead.”

The sound of San crying out loudly as his body stiffened, one hand tightly squeezing the bedframe behind him was enough for the coil in your stomach to finally unravel too. You pants became heavy as you lifted Mingi’s face to yours, wanting him to see you fall apart.

“Min… Ah!” You squealed as your orgasm rippled through you, the waves crashing down on you as it coursed through your entire body.

“Ughhh, huh!” Mingi kept hitting it even deeper, his high approaching in an instant just after yours. He finally stilled inside of you, his breath shaky as grunts fell from his open mouth, sweat beading together on his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Seonghwa popped off of San’s cock, seeming to have swallowed every last drop. The three of you that just came took several moments to catch your breath before Mingi eventually pulled out, discarding the condom and heading into the bathroom.

“Hey," San's soft voice came from beside you as your body tingled, unsure if you could handle anything more.

You rolled onto your side to San, cupping his cheeks and admiring the glow on his face. He was truly beautiful, and to share these new experiences with him felt so special to you.

San reached up to cup one of your hands, leaning into the innocent touch. "How are you doing?" He checked in.

You let out a breathy laugh. "I think I'm almost spent. This has been amazing."

Something flickered across San's eyes as he sat up, switching positions so he was leaning over you instead. His eyes never left yours as he drew lazy circles on your stomach.

"Do you think I could take you again?"

Despite how many orgasms you had already endured that day, the way San asked you made you squeeze your legs together, your core still sensitive from Mingi but already needy for San again.

Seonghwa came up behind San, a hand on his back as he kneeled to your right as well. San decided to make more room, quickly crossing over your body to position himself on your left.

"Isn't she pretty like this?" Seonghwa said, trailing the back of his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, eliciting a tiny whine from you. The confidence he exuded since that morning excited you to see this side of him.

"She's beautiful," San said, avoiding your eyes as he palmed your tits. After knowing him for so many years, you could recognise the sincerity in his voice. It wasn't just a during-sex compliment, it had deeper roots. Like he had been waiting for the right moment to say it to you, and now that the words had left his mouth he couldn't meet your eyes to see what you thought about it.

You turned your attention from Seonghwa for a moment, reaching a hand to stop San's ministrations. He finally met your eyes, and the look in your own gave him his answer.

Mingi returned from the bathroom, looking as if he hadn't sweat a single drop that day before climbing onto the bed, tall above the others.

"Is our princess ready for another round?" He commented, looking you up and down.

San looked at Mingi, his expression a little more serious. "With me, she is."

Mingi nodded, understanding as they exchanged yet another silent conversation before he gently grabbed Seonghwa's shoulders and made room for you and San.

"Y/N," San started, lowering himself down so his limp cock rested on your thigh. You could feel him starting to grow already from the contact. "I've wanted to tell you that for so long."

Your thoughts returned back to his compliment and your cheeks flushed, your heart racing. "I've wanted to hear it for even longer."

San swallowed, searching your eyes for any deceit. After finding none, he brushed your hair out of your face again which made your heart do a little leap before kissing you softly. You loved the feeling of Seonghwa and Mingi's lips on yours, but there was an undeniable spark between you and San.

You found the back of San’s neck, wrapping a hand around it to gently bring him closer. He parted your legs carefully with his knee, feeling your wet core on his thigh. He moaned into your mouth, licking around your lips before his tongue found yours.

You felt a shift in the bed beside you and you took a peek once San pulled away for a breath. Mingi had pinned Seonghwa to the covers, placing open-mouthed kisses along the boys’ neck and collarbones, making Seonghwa bite down hard on his lip to suppress himself.

“Don’t be quiet, baby,” you said to him, trailing a hand over his cheek as he looked to you, the sight of San attached to your neck making him moan.

San found a sensitive spot behind your ear, returning your attention to him as you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his back and lightly tracing his spine. Though you were gentle, San groaned at the touch and you felt it in his hard cock pressed against your stomach.

"Mhmm, can you..." San trailed off, losing himself as he grinded against you. "Turn around baby?"

You nodded, eyes closed from the pleasure before he helped you roll over onto your stomach. Mingi and San had a silent exchange above you before San reached into the same side drawer to pull out a new condom.

You folded your arms under your head as San prepped himself, looking at Seonghwa instead as Mingi also turned him onto his stomach.

"Can we do what I asked earlier?" Mingi said lowly into Seonghwa's ear, his hands on the boy's waist as he licked around the sensitive area.

Seonghwa let out a whimper, nodding as he stuck his ass in the air. You weren't sure at all what to expect before San handed Mingi a bottle of lube, Mingi pouring it over Seonghwa's behind and letting it drip down a little. The boy on his stomach shivered from the sensation before Mingi sat back on his calves. You were still focused on the two beside you as San lined himself up, watching as Mingi held Seonghwa's hip with one hand, the other circling his hole.

Returning your focus to the boy about to enter you, San lifted you onto your hands and knees instead as folded himself in half to press his chest to your back. His hand brushed your hair to the side before he kissed the back of your neck. "Are you ready for me, Y/N?"

Seonghwa's hands gripped the covers in front of him, pressing his front into the bed, his face written with pleasure as Mingi finally entered him with one finger.

"Y-Yeah," you breathed out, feeling like you were already bursting at the seams again before San even pushed himself into you. Your eyes fluttered shut when he finally did, his hand around your waist to keep you steady with the other planted on the bed beside you to stabilise himself.

"Ohhh," San moaned as he found a good pace for the both of you.

Although pretty much spent from being taken throughout the whole day, you knew your orgasm would approach quickly with how intimately San was fucking you. He leant down to pepper kisses along your shoulders and the back of your head, holding your waist and caressing his thumb over your hip as he thrusted into you.

Seonghwa beside you dug his face into the bed, pushing back to meet Mingi's finger as he rode on it. Mingi delivered a slap to Seonghwa's ass, making the boy on his stomach cry out.

Mingi sat himself up, removing his free hand from Seonghwa's hip and finding the whimpering boy's cock instead. "Can't believe you love it this much, huh?"

"Uh huh," Seonghwa managed in between his loud whines, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted back harder.

"You like watching, don't you baby?" San said from behind, grunting as he pounded into you deeper.

"Uh, fuck! Yes!" You cried out, tearing your eyes from Seonghwa as you gripped the covers instead, your front half lowering onto the bed as your strength started to leave you. You felt a hand cover yours and recognised it as Seonghwa's as the two of you interlaced fingers, squeezing tight from the pleasure you were both receiving.

The sound of Mingi jerking off Seonghwa combined with San slamming into your dripping hole was music to your ears.

“Sannie, I…” you whimpered, hardly able to make a sound anymore as he fucked into you hard, his hands holding your hips to pull you back into him.

His voice raised in pitch as his breathing became staggered. “Come with me baby, ngh-!”

Your fifth orgasm that day broke you apart and you let out an almost-scream at the fire running through you. San’s movements became sloppier as he folded himself in half again, holding you close with his hot breath by your ear as he came, nothing but his moans taking residence in your head.

“Ahhh, mmph, please… Ah!” Seonghwa brought himself to your attention again as his legs shook, Mingi removing his fingers from his hole to hold his waist steady as he jerked him off through his orgasm, spilling all over the bed covers.

Mingi slapped his ass again, letting go of Seonghwa’s cock and rubbing his waist up and down instead. “Mmm, there we go.”

Your vision was slightly blurry as San removed himself from you and discarded the condom, your lower half dropping to the bed. You tingled from your face all the way down your arms, torso and legs, having to stretch out your fingers to gain feeling in them again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you heard Mingi say as he helped Seonghwa before he could fall into his own cum on the bed. “Come on, Hwa. You can sit up.”

“F-fuck, I’m so tired,” he managed a small chuckle in between catching his breath.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Mingi patted his shoulders before standing from the bed. “San, can you…”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” You heard the blonde boy say before you felt soft hands on your back, coaxing you to roll over. “Y/N, can you stand up?”

You blinked up at San’s face, eyes adjusting as the main bedroom light was switched on. “I think I might need you to help me.”

His dimples poked out within his sweet smile as he helped you sit up and eventually stand, a hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the bedroom so that the bed covers could be stripped and washed.

“Do you mind if I shower again?” You asked San, facing him.

He brought his hands up to your shoulders and rubbed them. “Do you mind if I join you?”

A few minutes later, San had the shower running at a warm temperature, taking your hand to lead you inside. You both breathed out in relief as the water hit you, San wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you into a hug.

You breathed him in, his scent mixed with his signature cologne and sex as you let the water wash away the sweat of the evening.

San hummed as he swayed the two of you back and forth softly. The intimate gesture caught your heart in your throat, your mind finally returning to earth as you processed everything that had just happened.

“You okay?” San noticed you were quiet.

“Hm?” You lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

Should you tell him?

Your heart raced as your stared into the eyes of your best friend whom you had just had a foursome with.

No, it didn’t feel like the right time.

“I really enjoyed that, all of it,” you let out a heavy breath through a smile.

He searched your eyes to try and figure out what was really behind them, giving up as he squeezed you gently before letting go to pick up the soap bottle. “I’m surprised I don’t actually feel weird about it, with them.”

You hadn’t thought about the aftermath of how it would affect the three as roommates and members. “Really?”

Lathering the soap in his hands, San rubbed it over his broad chest first before soaping up your shoulders, massaging the area. “I think there’s been a lot of tension in the dorm, to be honest. It’s kind of crazy to believe we were all on board with this.”

You giggled at the thought, finding it a little unbelievable that they could move forward without it being incredibly awkward. “Would you tell the others?”

A small frown knitted San’s features. “Not at all if you’re not comfortable with that. Personally, I don’t think I would want to either.” He sighed out, replacing his concern with a smile as he massaged down your back. “What happens in the dorm, stays in the dorm.”

A few knocks on the bathroom door interrupted the peace before Mingi came walking in, heading straight to the toilet and opening up the lid. “Sorry, needed to pee.”

“Mingi-ah!” San scowled, covering you with his broad build from having to witness Mingi’s indecency. “Couldn’t you wait a few minutes?”

“We all just fucked and you can’t watch me take a piss? Geez.” He flushed the toilet and left in no time, closing the door behind him before San uncovered himself from you.

“Maybe it’s a bad idea that we’re too comfortable with each other.” He rubbed at his face as you laughed, switching positions with San so that the water fell on him directly.

You stood up on your tip-toes, planting a small kiss on his lips, your heart jumping at the action before you left the shower, taking one of the towels from the rack.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” You asked as you waited at the bathroom door.

“Of course, Y/N.” He closed his eyes, letting himself unwind under the water. “I’ll join you soon.”

After drying yourself off quickly, you wrapped the towel around your body and left the bathroom, finding Seonghwa now dressed and leaving the kitchen with a bag of chips in his hand.

“Hey,” he said with a smile. “How do you feel?”

You breathed out a sigh as the tall boy neared you, leaving all but one small step in between. “Like I could sleep for a week.”

He laughed. “Me too. Mingi’s already passed out I think.”

You turned to look at his closed bedroom door, wondering if you should wake him up to say goodnight. You decided against it before turning back to Seonghwa. “I’m staying in San’s room tonight, by the way.”

You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of disappointment flash across his eyes before he covered it with another smile. “Okay. You’re welcome in mine anytime, for future, by the way.”

You giggled at his sudden awkwardness. “Thank you.” You leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Hwa.”

He waved to you before disappearing into his bedroom as you lead yourself to San’s. You draped the towel over his desk chair before finding a plain shirt from his drawer, slipping it on and sliding into his bed. Your body sunk in immediately, the warmth of the covers coaxing you to close your eyes though you tried to fight it.

San joined you several minutes later, quiet as he entered the room, slipping on some boxers before climbing in beside you.

“Are you awake?” He asked, leaving some space in the bed between the two of you.

“Just barely,” you hummed out, reaching behind to find his hand, guiding it to wrap around your waist. He took the invitation to move closer, spooning you as he rested his head atop yours so that you were close to his chest, hearing his loud heartbeat.

The two of you didn’t even get a chance to say goodnight before you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, leaving many words unsaid as you each fell into a sweet dream about the other, though neither of you would admit it the next morning.

…Part 5?

Prove It

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader x choi san

word count: 1k

tags: pure filth, non!idol au, the sanhwa brainrot is bad today, this is unrelated to my minsanhwa dorm series, established poly relationship

minors DNI !! nsfw & warnings under the cut

warnings: meandom!seonghwa, softdom!san, sub!reader, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP!), degradation, spitroast, spit play

It always escaped you how quickly you would end up in a situation like this.

You had come home from work later than expected to find your boyfriends sitting on the couch, lazily making out while a movie was playing in the background. On the drive home you'd thought about having an early night, ordering in, doing a face mask, and falling asleep between San and Seonghwa. But the quiet moans that filled the apartment as you hung your car keys up by the door told you your plans would have to be postponed for another time.

"What are you watching?" You said nonchalantly as you kicked your shoes off and put them away in the linen closet.

Seonghwa broke the kiss, a small trail of saliva stretching from his lips to San's as he finally acknowledged you. "Hi honey, come here." He outstretched a hand and gently lowered you onto his thigh, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. You leaned into his touch immediately, the exhaustion of the day weighing on you.

"How was work, baby?" San asked as he lifted a hand to caress your cheek.

"So busy. I wanted an early night but... Seems like you two have other plans." You lean back a little to look at Seonghwa, finding his eyes on your lips as his tongue darts out to wet his own.

"Would you like to join us?" He asked lowly, his eyes dark.

And that's how you ended up on your hands and knees with Seonghwa's cock slapping your cheek softly as San lined himself up behind you.

"Be a good girl and take it, yeah?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you as you felt San stretch you out, his hands gripping your ass as a long moan left his lips.

"Fuuuck, you're so tight." He breathed out, letting the both of you adjust for a moment.

"San-ah." You dropped your head as you clenched the bed sheets in your fists, pleasure shooting through you at how full you felt.

"Uh, uh." Seonghwa grabbed your chin lifted it. "Up here. Open up."

You did as you were told and widened your mouth, tongue falling open as Seonghwa guided his cock to your lips. You licked around his tip and he let out a groan, eyebrows furrowing as his own mouth fell open.

"Come on baby, I need you deep." He pushed himself further into your mouth, one hand on his base to guide himself in and out at a staggered pace to how San was moving behind you.

A slap came down against your ass and you squealed, the vibrations pulsing along Seonghwa's cock.

"Fuck, San," Seonghwa breathed out. "You see how deep she takes me?"

"She's taking us so well, Hwa." San rolled his hips behind you, a movement that never ceased to make you feel so good.

Seonghwa's free hand threaded through your hair gently, brushing it out of your face. "How does it feel, baby? Does it feel good for you?"

You nodded as much as you could despite the slightly restricting position you were in.

Seonghwa wasn't pleased with your answer and shoved himself deeper, making you gag around his length. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

"Ngh~ uh huh," you barely managed to say as Seonghwa pulled himself out to let you take a few breaths.

"Good girl." He let your cheek rest in his palm as San sped up behind.

"Hwa... I'm not gonna last." San groaned, his pants become heavy as he drilled into you.

"Fill her up, baby." Seonghwa got on his knees and lifted your chin to meet his eyes, wanting to watch the pleasure take over your expression.

"Fuck!" You breathed out as you felt your high approaching quickly, but it was taken away from you at the last second as San pulled out and shot all over your back.

"Uhhh, uh baby." San caught his breath as he slid his cock against your folds, letting himself come down slowly from his orgasm.

Seonghwa tsk'd and let go of your chin, standing up from the bed to grab a towel from the nightstand. "Look at the mess you've made."

"I'm sorry." San apologised, letting himself collapse on the bed beside you as Seonghwa wiped your back clean.

"You're on washing duty tomorrow," he said before throwing the towel to the side of the room, quickly grabbing your hips and flipping you over onto your back.

A small squeal left you at the sudden movement before Seonghwa climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee as he rested on his forearms beside your arm. "My turn, hm?"

"Please, Hwa." A small whine left you as his hungry lips met yours, ravenous to taste and devour you. He explored the inside of your mouth with his long tongue, swiping along your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

Your hands found Seonghwa's waist to hold him gently but he quickly pulled back and took both your wrists in one hand, holding your arms above your head.

"Did I say you could touch me?" He narrowed his eyes at you, leaning close to your face to spit into your mouth. "Swallow."

You did as you were told and opened your mouth to show him you had. He raised an eyebrow in satisfaction before lining himself up and pushing inside in one motion, bottoming out. San's cock was thicker but Seonghwa's was longer, reaching deeper inside you.

You cried out as Seonghwa began to thrust relentlessly, picking a fast pace that had your mind spinning and high approaching within minutes.

"You like it better when I fuck you, huh?" Seonghwa licked from your collarbone, up your neck, over your jawline and up the side of your face as he tightened his grip on your wrists still held tightly above you. "Or is San a better fuck than me?"

"You... You're both so good," you moaned out, your chest rising and falling fast.

A heavy sigh left Seonghwa before he pulled out and sat back on his calves, shaking his head. "That's not the answer I wanted."

"Maybe she likes it when I fuck her more but doesn't want to admit it," San said, a smirk playing on his lips as he lazily stroked himself, already half hard again.

Seonghwa looked from San to you, his eyes narrowing again as he crossed his arms. "Maybe we just have to prove to her who's better then, hm?"

cw: i needed to share my thoughts on pervy stepdad seonghwa who has an unhealthy obsession with his stepdaughter 😵‍💫. panty sniffing and a implied noncon thought at the end. 17+ interact only.

stepdad!seonghwa who only married your mother so he could always be close to you.

stepdad!seonghwa who worries about you so much that he installed trackers on your car and phone so he can know your location at all times.

stepdad!seonghwa who peeks through the crack of your bedroom door whenever you leave it open. he loves seeing the way those itty bitty shorts of yours ride up anytime you move around on the bed. oh how he badly just wants to stick his face in between your legs and eat your sweet pussy until you’re cumming on his tongue.

stepdad!seonghwa who sneaks inside the bathroom while you’re in the shower and watches you through the foggy glass of the shower doors. he constantly has to stop himself from stripping down and joining you in the shower; pressing your body up against the glass as he takes you from behind.

stepdad!seonghwa who goes through your clothes hamper when no one’s home and sniffs your dirty panties. the intoxicating smell of you still lingering on the fabric makes the blood rush to his dick. sometimes he’ll hold them to his nose, inhaling your scent as he lays on your bed and thrusts into the tight fist wrapped around his cock.

stepdad!seonghwa who imagines that it’s you underneath him as he fucks your mother. he imagines you quietly sobbing, telling him it won’t fit as he pushes his dick past your folds and into your tight, virgin cunt. he imagines you creaming around his cock as he fucks you silly, turning you into his cock slut and letting him do anything he wants.

he knows it’s wrong but it never fails to make him cum hard.

stepdad!seonghwa whose dreams will no longer be fantasy one day, they’ll become reality. and he’ll make sure of that. by any means necessary.

Cookies & Cream

pairing: nerd!seonghwa x gn!reader

wordcount: 2,7k

content: your tutor helps himself to the cookies in your bag despite you telling him countless times no, without knowing what they really are.

warnings: nsfw, aphrodisiacs, afab reader (use of words cunt, clit, pussy - no mentions of chest) dom!reader, sub!seonghwa, use of pet names (baby, love), unprotected sex (wrap it ☝️) mentions of food, mentions of sex toys, blow job, cunnilingus (pussy ATE 🗣), edging, some body worship, lmk if there's anything else

You had told Seonghwa that on the way to his dorm for a study session, you'd be picking up snacks to get you through the next few dreaded hours. Not that you dreaded spending time with seonghwa, the boy was a pleasure to look at, big brown eyes smiling at you every time you grasped a concept thanks to his help; the warmth of his body engulfing yours when he leant over you to help with a question.

Okay, that wasn't so much helpful as it was distracting, but you liked it nonetheless. You wondered if Seonghwa had any relationship experience, because of the way he was oblivious to almost every move anyone made on him, and would turn fire engine-red when he heard you talk about anything slightly sexual. From your observations, you had concluded that this man has probably never felt the touch of a lover. Still he was a lovely boy, sweet and innocent,,, it kind of did something for you.

“Did you get me turtle chips?” Seonghwa questioned through the front door.

“No 'hello y/n! You made it! Nice to see you'? What did you do with my sweet seonghwa?” you sighed at him, knowing you bought him both the originals, and the churro version. Pretending to not notice the blush on his cheeks, likely caused by the 'my sweet seonghwa' comment, you strolled passed him till you reached your regular spot on the sofa. You pulled the snacks out one by one, watching the joy on Seonghwa's face as you brought all of his favourites to last him until the next session.

“What's in the tub?” seonghwa eyed the plastic tub you had put bag into your bag after pulling the rest of the drinks out.

“Cookies I made, and before you ask, no you can't have any.” you warn.

Seonghwa pouts like his life depends on it, devastated as he adores home baked goods, especially the ones you make for him. Why? Who“ are they for?? Are you seeing someone after me?” he blurts out a little too desperately.

“Why? You jealous, Hwa?” you smirk at him, watching him turn red once again at your words.

“I'm not jealous! I was… just worried because it'll be late by the time you leave, I don't want you wandering around at night…” he gets quieter with each word.

Ah shit, you feel kind of guilty now. You stood up to walk over to the table where always study together, ruffling his hair as you go. “Oh, Hwa, I'm going straight back home after this, don't worry your sweet little head,” you reassure his worrying.

You hadn't realised your tutor had cared so much about you, before this you didn't even know if he considered you friends. Your stomach fluttered at the idea, knowing that seonghwa didn't have many people he considered friends, you could count them all in one hand.

He huffed and pulled out his chair, handing you the test papers you had filled last session, with red pen markings on it showing you where to improve.

“You did really well, if you keep this up you'll be passing with flying colours. I added a couple suggestions on where you can expand on points, but otherwise, you did an amazing job y/n.” He smiles softly at you, proud that your hard work has been paying off.

After an hour of going over some new material from your classes with him, you decide to take a break to stretch and eat the food you brought. Although, you both had already cleared a bag of turtle chips and a bowl of M&Ms in that time, as well as a bottle of your favourite drink.

“Hwa I'm going to the bathroom, ill be back in a minute” you announced to your friend as you walked down the hallway to his spotless bathroom; you always admired how clean seonghwa was, sometimes he'd even help you with yours when you held study sessions there.

Honestly, seonghwa was still hung up on why you didn't let him eat the cookies in your bag, the clear container told him there was way more than you could eat on your own,,,

Surely… you wouldn't notice if one was missing…right?

The boy looked over to the hallway, listening to the sound of you…. Fighting the shower curtain? He couldn't tell, but you sounded busy. He turned his head back to your bag and reached in, opening the tub and taking one…must've okay three cookies, stuffing them in his mouth and chewing them as fast as he could. They tasted like heaven, he could tell they were a little different from your regular ones, you must've tried a new recipe? Maybe that's why you were so adamant about him not having any? Whatever it was, it was hardly noticeable, the crispy marshmallows taking over his taste buds. He quite literally moaned at the taste, almost annoyed that he nearly missed out on this.

He washed them down with the strawberry milk he kept stocked and put everything back where it was, just as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Alright, what have we got left?” you looked at the boy standing by his chair.

“Uh, we”, Seonghwa went to answer your question but his brain completely blanked. “We were…” he looked at the table to remember where you had left off, but you had already his noticed is off demeanour.

“Hwa, you good?” you tilted your head at the boy, watching him push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“I'm great y/n! Lets, uh, get back to the work?” he avoided looking in your direction, his body feeling funny - fuck, what did you put in those cookies? He thought.

“Hwa. What did you just say? Did you—Did you eat the cookies I told you not to!?” You started raising your voice at him, more worried about him than anything.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd notice if a few were gone…” he says under his breath, feeling overwhelmingly heavy. His emotions feeling all too strong to the point where he feels a tear rolling down his cheek before he could stop it. His core felt like hot coals, and his skin more painfully tender than he had ever experienced in his life.

"Sit down, I'm gonna get you some water… I know this is a weird question, but are you seeing anybody currently that I can call?" you already knew the answer, but you didn't want to risk it.

"Wh-what? No, I'm not seeing anybody y/n, why would you need to-" He huffed out a groan as his sweatpants grew tighter and rubbed against his swelling hard on.

"Okay, those cookies you just ate? They're aphrodisiac cookies, I hadn't even had a chance to test them out, I was going to when I got home…" you reluctantly looked at Seonghwa's horrified expression, mixed with sweat forming on his brow. You watched as he fidgeted and pulled at his irritating clothing, his hips rutting and bucking subtly against nothing.

"Hwa you wouldn't happen to have any… sex toys, would you? I can go to the pharmacy and pick some up, It's not far." you already start grabbing his spare set of keys and your jacket to leave, if you went now it would only take 8 minutes-

"In the bottom drawer of my desk, can you help me get to my room?" Oh. So he wasn't as innocent as you thought. He reached out for you, barely able to stand by himself now, his legs feeling like they would crumble under his weight. As you wrapped Seonghwa's arm over your shoulder, pulling him up, he pressed his body against yours, resting his head on your shoulder. God, the scent of you was making him harder, barely restraining himself from biting your neck while you walked him to his bedroom.

He slumped into his bed, not waiting any longer to take his shirt off. He wanted to burn the damn thing now, the material felt torturous on his sensitive nipples. You looked at him in awe, his blushing body making your mouth dry and your hands ache to feel him under them.

"Well, I'm gonna go-"

"No."

You looked at him in confusion, seeing his darkened eyes filled with desire, "What do you mean, no?"

"The least you could do is help me...please?"

That's all you needed to jump into his lap and connect your lips. The kiss was filled with desperation, teeth bumping and tongues swirling together, fighting for dominance in your mouths. You grind against his aching cock, dragging a whine from his sweet voice.

"Sweatpants off, now Hwa" need dripping from each word, you didn't have to tell seonghwa twice. He lifted his hips up on the bed, and he pulled them off with your help. You took a moment to take in his figure. He was gorgeous, I mean, you already knew that, but lying here looking so desperate for your touch gave you goosebumps. You wanted to devour him; and you would do just that. You leant down between his legs to his stiff cock, kitten licking his soaked tip.

"Oh fuck," He squirmed under your tongue, hips trying to buck into your mouth for more. You held his hips down as you took him fully to the back of your throat. He cried out sweet whimpers at the feeling of your mouth around his cock, taken away all too quickly as you came back up for air. He didn't have to suffer for too long, though, as you formed a steady rhythm with your hand.

"I'm gonna cum y/n it feels too good," tears rolled down his reddened cheeks.

You took his cock out of your mouth with a pop, "love, we just started, I can't have you cumming that quickly now, can I?" untying the string of your own sweats, pulling them down with your underwear, exposing your bottom half to seonghwa. His member twitching and leaking at just the sight of you.

God, he did not disappoint. He swiped his tongue across your soaking cunt, swirling around your swollen clit. You cried out at the sensations of him ravaging you as you stimulated your clit on the tip of his nose, while he fucked your starving hole with his long tongue. It didn't take long for the pressure in the pit of your stomach to build, you barely had time to warn seonghwa before you came on his tongue. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and rocked your hips against his face as you rode out your high.

"You're my tutor, shouldn't you be helping me, hm? Why don't you let me sit on your face, and you can show me how to make someone cum, baby?"

Hwa had a habit of swiping his tongue against his lip when he was thinking, or doing anything and fuck, he was so sexy about it. It fuelled so many wet dreams and solo sessions, you couldn't wait to feel it in action.

You admired his fucked out face, your arousal still across his mouth and nose, and leaned over to kiss him again. “Okay, it's only fair you have your turn Hwa, ready baby?”

He could only whine out your name and beg for you to fuck him, he was so ethereal in this state. You couldn't wait to see him cum. As you sank down on his cock, he sat up and gripped your hips so hard it would leave marks he wanted to worship after. Once you bottomed out, you stayed there, letting seonghwa adjust to the feeling. He pulled your shirt over your head and kissed your skin, scattering hickeys across your chest.

"Fuck you're so tight y/n, please move," he keeps his hands on you trying to roll your hips against him.

"And you're such a needy boy, should've listened to me when I told you not to eat those cookies, hm?" you cooed at the boy looking into glossy eyes, before lifting yourself up and slamming back down, ripping the loudest moan yet out of seonghwa. You kept a slow, steady pace, teasing and punishing seonghwa for this very avoidable situation, more so because you worried that this would be the last time on his cock. Fuck he was perfect, he filled you so much better than your exes', hitting all the spots you never knew you needed.

But, He couldn't take much more of the pace and took it into his own hands, flipping you on your back and lifting your legs over his shoulders to put you in a mating press. Once he had you like that you knew you were done for. His hips slammed into your cunt, making your jaw drop, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he pounded you deliciously had you seeing stars, Your groans just short of screams; not so much because you didn't need to but for his neighbours' sake, although you were already expecting to hear about a complaint in the morning anyway.

"fuck, fuck y/n you feel so good," He huffed out a series of thank-yous and sweet nothings into your skin, worshipping your pussy like he was willing to die for it.

He picked up his pace, thrusting just as deep, and you knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer, by the looks on his face he was right there with you. You cried out again when he moved his hand to your clit, circling with his thumb at the same pace as he was dipping into your cunt, your orgasm just on the edge.

"Y/n I'm gonna cum I can't-" was all he could get out before you clenched tightly around his cock, your own orgasm beating his. He pressed his hips down into your cunt, his cum filling you, leaking out from your hole. He rocked in and out once more before finally, and reluctantly, pulling out, watching his cum leak out of you.

Once he had helped you clean up and changed the bedsheets, you started looking for your scattered clothes to go home, you didn't know how to face seonghwa, guilt rushing back through your veins.

"Where you going?" seonghwa looked at you from the bed with sad eyes.

"well you know, I thought- I thought I should…." you mumbled.

"Come back, I'm not done yet…and I'm cold…" seonghwa smiled sweetly, pulling the blanket back for you to get in with him. With a sigh of relief, you picked up one of his hoodies he had left on the back of his desk chair and pulled it over your head before climbing into bed with seonghwa. As soon as you were under the covers his arms wrapped tightly around you, slipping his hands under the hoodie.

"Are you okay with this? I mean, is it okay that I like you as more than a tutee? Seonghwa softly admitted into your neck as he held you closer, rubbing circles into the small of your back. His breathing against your neck gave you goosebumps, you wouldn't ever want to leave his arms if it was an option.

"You like me? Wow Hwa, you're trying to take advantage of your student" you teased, but not for long when he looked at you pouting. Instead of answering with your words, you pressed your lips to his once again, taking your time to enjoy feeling his soft lips and the way that you fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. You fiddled with the hair that reached his nape pulling a satisfied hum from seonghwa.

You pulled away to look into his pretty eyes, "So, tell me more about the toys in the draw?"

AHHH this took ages ,,,,, I deleted like 1000 words and started over bc I wasn't happy with it but now! It is done!!!!!!!! Who next......

also not proof read so sorry for any mistakes !

Cookies & Cream

pairing: nerd!seonghwa x gn!reader

wordcount: 2,7k

content: your tutor helps himself to the cookies in your bag despite you telling him countless times no, without knowing what they really are.

warnings: nsfw, aphrodisiacs, afab reader (use of words cunt, clit, pussy - no mentions of chest) dom!reader, sub!seonghwa, use of pet names (baby, love), unprotected sex (wrap it ☝️) mentions of food, mentions of sex toys, blow job, cunnilingus (pussy ATE 🗣), edging, some body worship, lmk if there's anything else

Masterlist!˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You had told Seonghwa that on the way to his dorm for a study session, you'd be picking up snacks to get you through the next few dreaded hours. Not that you dreaded spending time with seonghwa, the boy was a pleasure to look at, big brown eyes smiling at you every time you grasped a concept thanks to his help; the warmth of his body engulfing yours when he leant over you to help with a question.

Okay, that wasn't so much helpful as it was distracting, but you liked it nonetheless. You wondered if Seonghwa had any relationship experience, because of the way he was oblivious to almost every move anyone made on him, and would turn fire engine-red when he heard you talk about anything slightly sexual. From your observations, you had concluded that this man has probably never felt the touch of a lover. Still he was a lovely boy, sweet and innocent,,, it kind of did something for you.

“Did you get me turtle chips?” Seonghwa questioned through the front door.

“No 'hello y/n! You made it! Nice to see you'? What did you do with my sweet seonghwa?” you sighed at him, knowing you bought him both the originals, and the churro version. Pretending to not notice the blush on his cheeks, likely caused by the 'my sweet seonghwa' comment, you strolled passed him till you reached your regular spot on the sofa. You pulled the snacks out one by one, watching the joy on Seonghwa's face as you brought all of his favourites to last him until the next session.

“What's in the tub?” seonghwa eyed the plastic tub you had put bag into your bag after pulling the rest of the drinks out.

“Cookies I made, and before you ask, no you can't have any.” you warn.

Seonghwa pouts like his life depends on it, devastated as he adores home baked goods, especially the ones you make for him. Why? Who“ are they for?? Are you seeing someone after me?” he blurts out a little too desperately.

“Why? You jealous, Hwa?” you smirk at him, watching him turn red once again at your words.

“I'm not jealous! I was… just worried because it'll be late by the time you leave, I don't want you wandering around at night…” he gets quieter with each word.

Ah shit, you feel kind of guilty now. You stood up to walk over to the table where always study together, ruffling his hair as you go. “Oh, Hwa, I'm going straight back home after this, don't worry your sweet little head,” you reassure his worrying.

You hadn't realised your tutor had cared so much about you, before this you didn't even know if he considered you friends. Your stomach fluttered at the idea, knowing that seonghwa didn't have many people he considered friends, you could count them all in one hand.

He huffed and pulled out his chair, handing you the test papers you had filled last session, with red pen markings on it showing you where to improve.

“You did really well, if you keep this up you'll be passing with flying colours. I added a couple suggestions on where you can expand on points, but otherwise, you did an amazing job y/n.” He smiles softly at you, proud that your hard work has been paying off.

After an hour of going over some new material from your classes with him, you decide to take a break to stretch and eat the food you brought. Although, you both had already cleared a bag of turtle chips and a bowl of M&Ms in that time, as well as a bottle of your favourite drink.

“Hwa I'm going to the bathroom, ill be back in a minute” you announced to your friend as you walked down the hallway to his spotless bathroom; you always admired how clean seonghwa was, sometimes he'd even help you with yours when you held study sessions there.

Honestly, seonghwa was still hung up on why you didn't let him eat the cookies in your bag, the clear container told him there was way more than you could eat on your own,,,

Surely—you wouldn't notice if one was missing…right?

The boy looked over to the hallway, listening to the sound of you—fighting the shower curtain? He couldn't tell, but you sounded busy. He turned his head back to your bag and reached in, opening the tub and taking one…must've okay three cookies, stuffing them in his mouth and chewing them as fast as he could. They tasted like heaven, he could tell they were a little different from your regular ones, you must've tried a new recipe? Maybe that's why you were so adamant about him not having any? Whatever it was, it was hardly noticeable, the crispy marshmallows taking over his taste buds. He quite literally moaned at the taste, almost annoyed that he nearly missed out on this.

He washed them down with the strawberry milk he kept stocked and put everything back where it was, just as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Alright, what have we got left?” you looked at the boy standing by his chair.

“Uh, we”, Seonghwa went to answer your question but his brain completely blanked. “We were…” he looked at the table to remember where you had left off, but you had already his noticed is off demeanour.

“Hwa, you good?” you tilted your head at the boy, watching him push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“I'm great y/n! Lets, uh, get back to the work?” he avoided looking in your direction, his body feeling funny - fuck, what did you put in those cookies? He thought.

“Hwa. What did you just say? Did you—Did you eat the cookies I told you not to!?” You started raising your voice at him, more worried about him than anything.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd notice if a few were gone…” he says under his breath, feeling overwhelmingly heavy. His emotions feeling all too strong to the point where he feels a tear rolling down his cheek before he could stop it. His core felt like hot coals, and his skin more painfully tender than he had ever experienced in his life.

"Sit down, I'm gonna get you some water… I know this is a weird question, but are you seeing anybody currently that I can call?" you already knew the answer, but you didn't want to risk it.

"Wh-what? No, I'm not seeing anybody y/n, why would you need to-" He huffed out a groan as his sweatpants grew tighter and rubbed against his swelling hard on.

"Okay, those cookies you just ate? They're aphrodisiac cookies, I hadn't even had a chance to test them out, I was going to when I got home…" you reluctantly looked at Seonghwa's horrified expression, mixed with sweat forming on his brow. You watched as he fidgeted and pulled at his irritating clothing, his hips rutting and bucking subtly against nothing.

"Hwa you wouldn't happen to have any… sex toys, would you? I can go to the pharmacy and pick some up, It's not far." you already start grabbing his spare set of keys and your jacket to leave, if you went now it would only take 8 minutes-

"In the bottom drawer of my desk, can you help me get to my room?" Oh. So he wasn't as innocent as you thought. He reached out for you, barely able to stand by himself now, his legs feeling like they would crumble under his weight. As you wrapped Seonghwa's arm over your shoulder, pulling him up, he pressed his body against yours, resting his head on your shoulder. God, the scent of you was making him harder, barely restraining himself from biting your neck while you walked him to his bedroom.

He slumped into his bed, not waiting any longer to take his shirt off. He wanted to burn the damn thing now, the material felt torturous on his sensitive nipples. You looked at him in awe, his blushing body making your mouth dry and your hands ache to feel him under them.

"Well, I'm gonna go-"

"No."

You looked at him in confusion, seeing his darkened eyes filled with desire, "What do you mean, no?"

"The least you could do is help me...please?"

That's all you needed to jump into his lap and connect your lips. The kiss was filled with desperation, teeth bumping and tongues swirling together, fighting for dominance in your mouths. You grind against his aching cock, dragging a whine from his sweet voice.

"Sweatpants off, now Hwa" need dripping from each word, you didn't have to tell seonghwa twice. He lifted his hips up on the bed, and he pulled them off with your help. You took a moment to take in his figure. He was gorgeous, I mean, you already knew that, but lying here looking so desperate for your touch gave you goosebumps. You wanted to devour him; and you would do just that. You leant down between his legs to his stiff cock, kitten licking his soaked tip.

"Oh fuck," He squirmed under your tongue, hips trying to buck into your mouth for more. You held his hips down as you took him fully to the back of your throat. He cried out sweet whimpers at the feeling of your mouth around his cock, taken away all too quickly as you came back up for air. He didn't have to suffer for too long, though, as you formed a steady rhythm with your hand.

"I'm gonna cum y/n it feels too good," tears rolled down his reddened cheeks.

You took his cock out of your mouth with a pop, "love, we just started, I can't have you cumming that quickly now, can I?" untying the string of your own sweats, pulling them down with your underwear, exposing your bottom half to seonghwa. His member twitching and leaking at just the sight of you.

"You're my tutor, shouldn't you be helping me, hm? Why don't you let me sit on your face, and you can show me how to make someone cum, baby?"

Hwa had a habit of swiping his tongue against his lip when he was thinking, or doing anything and fuck, he was so sexy about it. It fuelled so many wet dreams and solo sessions, you couldn't wait to feel it in action.

God, he did not disappoint. He swiped his tongue across your soaking cunt, swirling around your swollen clit. You cried out at the sensations of him ravaging you as you stimulated your clit on the tip of his nose, while he fucked your starving hole with his long tongue. It didn't take long for the pressure in the pit of your stomach to build, you barely had time to warn seonghwa before you came on his tongue. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and rocked your hips against his face as you rode out your high.

You admired his fucked out face, your arousal still across his mouth and nose, and leaned over to kiss him again. “Okay, it's only fair you have your turn Hwa, ready baby?”

He could only whine out your name and beg for you to fuck him, he was so ethereal in this state. You couldn't wait to see him cum. As you sank down on his cock, he sat up and gripped your hips so hard it would leave marks he wanted to worship after. Once you bottomed out, you stayed there, letting seonghwa adjust to the feeling. He pulled your shirt over your head and kissed your skin, scattering hickeys across your chest.

"Fuck you're so tight y/n, please move," he keeps his hands on you trying to roll your hips against him.

"And you're such a needy boy, should've listened to me when I told you not to eat those cookies, hm?" you cooed at the boy looking into glossy eyes, before lifting yourself up and slamming back down, ripping the loudest moan yet out of seonghwa. You kept a slow, steady pace, teasing and punishing seonghwa for this very avoidable situation, more so because you worried that this would be the last time on his cock. Fuck he was perfect, he filled you so much better than your exes', hitting all the spots you never knew you needed.

But, He couldn't take much more of the pace and took it into his own hands, flipping you on your back and lifting your legs over his shoulders to put you in a mating press. Once he had you like that you knew you were done for. His hips slammed into your cunt, making your jaw drop, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he pounded you deliciously had you seeing stars, Your groans just short of screams; not so much because you didn't need to but for his neighbours' sake, although you were already expecting to hear about a complaint in the morning anyway.

"fuck, fuck y/n you feel so good," He huffed out a series of thank-yous and sweet nothings into your skin, worshipping your pussy like he was willing to die for it.

He picked up his pace, thrusting just as deep, and you knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer, by the looks on his face he was right there with you. You cried out again when he moved his hand to your clit, circling with his thumb at the same pace as he was dipping into your cunt, your orgasm just on the edge.

"Y/n I'm gonna cum I can't-" was all he could get out before you clenched tightly around his cock, your own orgasm beating his. He pressed his hips down into your cunt, his cum filling you, leaking out from your hole. He rocked in and out once more before finally, and reluctantly, pulling out, watching his cum leak out of you.

Once he had helped you clean up and changed the bedsheets, you started looking for your scattered clothes to go home, you didn't know how to face seonghwa, guilt rushing back through your veins.

"Where you going?" seonghwa looked at you from the bed with sad eyes.

"well you know, I thought- I thought I should…." you mumbled.

"Come back, I'm not done yet…and I'm cold…" seonghwa smiled sweetly, pulling the blanket back for you to get in with him. With a sigh of relief, you picked up one of his hoodies he had left on the back of his desk chair and pulled it over your head before climbing into bed with seonghwa. As soon as you were under the covers his arms wrapped tightly around you, slipping his hands under the hoodie.

"Are you okay with this? I mean, is it okay that I like you as more than a tutee? Seonghwa softly admitted into your neck as he held you closer, rubbing circles into the small of your back. His breathing against your neck gave you goosebumps, you wouldn't ever want to leave his arms if it was an option.

"You like me? Wow Hwa, you're trying to take advantage of your student" you teased, but not for long when he looked at you pouting. Instead of answering with your words, you pressed your lips to his once again, taking your time to enjoy feeling his soft lips and the way that you fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. You fiddled with the hair that reached his nape pulling a satisfied hum from seonghwa.

You pulled away to look into his pretty eyes, "So, tell me more about the toys in the draw?"

AHHH this took ages ,,,,, I deleted like 1000 words and started over bc I wasn't happy with it but now! It is done!!!!!!!! Who next......

also not proof read so sorry for any mistakes !

aemulus. (noun) latin for rival or competitor. thought to be the origin of the name emily.

park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.

pairing: academic rival!seonghwa x fem!reader

details: grad school/nursing school au, fake dating

word count: 8.1k

warnings: swearing, food allergy, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, discussion of birth control methods

a/n: for @sluttywoozi's birthday <3 (just a month and a half late)

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“I need a favor.”

“From me?”

Seonghwa tongues his cheek and looks around. “Is there anyone else in the room?”

You scoff. You aren’t friends with Park Seonghwa. You don’t even particularly like Park Seonghwa. You know the feeling’s mutual so why was he asking you for a favor?

“If you want something from me you should try being a little nicer,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the textbook on the desk in front of you. 

You hear Seonghwa sigh beside you before he tries again. “Sorry, yes, I need a favor from you. I need a date to this event Dr. Harvey is hosting for all of his graduate mentees next weekend.”

Date? You? Your face must be scrunched up into an expression of confusion and concern because Seonghwa puts his hand out to stop you before you interject. 

“Yes, it has to be you. I-I’m trying to secure a position on his research team next semester and I need an extra edge.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And I’m the extra edge?”

“Exactly! Dr. Harvey loves you. If I show up with you on my arm, the spot is mine for sure.”

“You really think it’ll be that easy? I haven’t taken one of Dr. Harvey’s classes since undergrad.”

You’re not even a student in Seonghwa’s program, the one Dr. Harvey was the head of. There just happened to be some overlap between your field of study and his that required you to take some of the same courses. 

“But you were his TA last semester, and you’re the top student in the department, after me-” you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, “he brings you up in almost every meeting we have,” he continues, sounding more than a little annoyed, “when we’re supposed to be talking about my dissertation.”

Despite the non-case Seonghwa was making on his behalf, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. “He does? What does he say?’

“Usually, it’s little comments about how you would do something differently, which is not-so-subtle code for better. If you ever decide to write a dissertation on microbiology, let him know. I’m sure he’d love to be your mentor-” Seonghwa stops himself there, taking a deep breath as if to physically shake the bitterness from his demeanor. “Sorry. The point is that he thinks very highly of you and it would really help me out if you were my plus-one to this thing.”

“And what exactly does ‘this thing’ entail?”

“It’s a little appreciation banquet for all of the students he’s mentoring. He said it’s at this hotel, I think it’s downtown, and it’s a dinner and drinks in the evening and a brunch the next morning-”

“Wait, it’s overnight?” You hadn’t meant or intended to interrupt him but the prospect of spending the night in the same room with Park Seonghwa was enough to make you panic and forget your manners. 

Seonghwa looks annoyed that you cut him off but holds himself back from responding with something snippy. Instead, he lets it go. Unheard of for him.

“Yes, but it’s just one night.”

“One night?” He nods. “And I just have to show up with you?”

“Well, you’d pretend to be my girlfriend. ”

Right. That had sort of been implied when he asked but you were hoping that wasn’t the case. It honestly sounded like a nightmare, but the idea of having something to hold over Seonghwa’s head was tempting. 

Doing him the favor was one thing. The execution of said favor was another. Were you going to be able to put on a believable act as Seonghwa’s girlfriend? It certainly wasn’t going to come naturally to you... but you were friends with a bunch of theatre kids. You could pull it off. Probably. 

“Okay, well, what’s in it for me?” you ask.

He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question like he hadn’t expected to get this far. 

“What do you want?”

Oh fuck. You scramble to think of something worthwhile that he could be of use for, coming up short in pretty much all aspects.

“My dad’s getting married in a couple of months. Our little duet can have an encore then.”

Seonghwa grins and offers his hand for you to shake. “Send me the details. Pleasure doing business.”

-

It isn’t until Seonghwa’s already left the classroom that he realizes he doesn’t even have your number. He’s known you for years now but has never had to contact you outside of the context of school. Never had reason to. He could turn around right now and go back and ask for your phone number. You’re still in there. 

He lets his pride get the better of him, and with a quiet groan, he shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking. He’ll just email you later to ask for it. 

-

You iron out the details over text, once Seonghwa finally gets your number. You had made fun of him in your reply email for forgetting to get it back when he begged you to come with him in the first place, which only reassured Seonghwa that he had made the right choice that day. It would’ve been way more embarrassing to have you say that to his face. 

He asks you to meet him at a cafe the day before the event so you can iron out your story together. You look nervous, he notes, so he tries to break the ice. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet here. I would’ve had you over to my place, but my roommates are kind of obnoxious.”

“That’s okay. Thanks for the coffee.” You gesture with your cup, shaking the ice around before taking a tentative sip. 

“Least I could do, considering.”

You shrug. “You’re already repaying me by going to my dad’s wedding with me, but I’m not one to turn down free coffee.”

“Fair enough.” He clears his throat. “So, how’d we fall in love?”

-

Seonghwa picks you up at five pm on Saturday. He makes some comment about you looking nice that you don’t really believe he means, but you return the compliment anyway. He does look good. Annoyingly so. He had told you it was a formal event but you hadn’t expected him to show up in a fucking three-piece suit. 

His hair is slicked back on the side to show off his undercut, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of traffic lights and street lamps shining in the lenses. It’s a little intimidating to be on his arm for the night when he looks like that, not that you didn’t also dress for the occasion, he just... looks so sharp. 

“Do you have everything you need?” he asks as you climb into the passenger seat. “Pajamas? Toothbrush?”

“I think so.”

“If you forget something we can probably grab it at the kiosk they have in the lobby,” he assures you.

You groan. “Yeah, but we’ll have to pay a small fortune for it.”

“That’s the price of convenience.” He puts the car in drive and navigates out of your apartment complex’s parking lot onto the main road. “You can pick the music,” he offers after a moment of silence. 

“But you’re the one driving.”

“Is that a rule?”

“Yeah, the driver picks the music. Have you never heard of that before?”

He shakes his head but hums thoughtfully. “No, but I don’t mind. I’m not picky.”

“Shocking,” you mutter under your breath. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You plug the aux into the lightning port on your phone and scroll through your playlist until you land on something you deem to be neutral enough to play in the background. You can feel Seonghwa watching you out of the corner of his eye but you willfully ignore it. 

“Do you remember the story?”

You nod. “We only got together officially a couple of months ago. You asked me out by waiting outside the door of one of my classes last semester-”

“Which class?”

“Um...” you frowned, trying to remember. 

“It was pharmacology.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Just be sure to remember that.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to be interrogating us about our relationship,” you scoff. 

Seonghwa takes a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just important to me and it needs to be believable. If anyone were to find out that I tried to pull this shit off just to get on Harvey’s good side... I don’t even know what would happen to me. Like, would I get expelled? I definitely wouldn’t get the position, I-”

“Woah,” you cut him off before he can spiral any further, “we... don’t have to do this. You can drop me off back at my apartment and pretend like it never happened. I won’t make you go to the wedding...”

“No, no I need you,” Seonghwa insists, panicked. “It just... didn’t occur to me how stupid this idea was until now.”

“If you think it’s a bad idea we shouldn’t do it,” you reason.

“It is a bad idea,” he agrees, “but I don’t know what else to do. Jung Wooyoung is vying for the same spot and he’s way more likable than me.”

“That’s not true, he’s just more of a kiss-ass.”

“Same thing. Either way, I already told them I was bringing a plus-one so I can’t show up without you.”

You nod, holding back from suggesting other alternatives. Seonghwa seemed resolute on going through with it and it wouldn’t do any good to try and convince him otherwise. He was like you in that way. Stubborn to a fault. Trying to “fix” the problem would only start an argument and that was the last thing you needed right now. So you let it go, and it only killed you on the inside a little bit. 

-

Seonghwa checks into your room as soon as you get to the hotel. Since it’s late in the afternoon, it’s already ready, and you go up to drop off your things before navigating to the ballroom together. 

You try to ignore the single king-size bed in the middle of the room but it’s like it’s glaring right at you, taunting you in the reflection of the vanity mirror as you reapply your lipgloss. If Seonghwa notices your apprehension about it he doesn’t say anything. 

“We don’t have to go over the top,” Seonghwa reminds you in the elevator. “You don’t have to kiss me or be super touchy if you don’t want to. Some hand holding and familiarity should do it.”

“Are you sure?” 

He smirks at you. “I mean, if you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome to. But it wasn’t part of our agreement.”

You stare at him. He had never said anything like that to you before. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. The smirk falls when he sees your reaction and he side steps away from you, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was kidding. It was, I wasn’t-”

The elevator dings to signal its arrival on the first floor before Seonghwa can finish whatever excuse he was stuttering through. He motions for you to exit first, putting his arm in front of the door to keep it from closing. When you turn back to look at him, he’s all calm and collected again like nothing even happened. The only evidence of ruffled feathers was the pressed set of his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks. 

“Ready?” he asks, straightening his tie. 

“As I’ll ever be.”

He offers his hand to you and you take it, entwining your fingers with his. His thumb finds the back of your hand and draws absentminded circles. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be comforting but it is. 

There are already a few people mingling when you and Seonghwa make it to the ballroom. You don’t recognize any of them but that was to be expected. Seonghwa had said that it was an intimate event, just Dr. Harvey, his mentees, and their potential plus-ones. Not everyone is here yet from what you can tell. You can’t hear Jung Wooyoung’s loud voice echoing throughout the hall so you figure he must be one of the late ones. 

The way the room is decorated reminds you a bit of Christmas with the opulent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ivy garlands laid across the tables. All that's missing are the trees wrapped in lights and potted poinsettias in every corner.

Dr. Harvey is in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other students when he spots the two of you. He excuses himself and approaches you with a smile. 

“I’m glad that you both could make it!” he says, greeting you with a hug. 

He hugs your fake boyfriend next and claps him firmly on the back. Seonghwa coughs at the unexpected hit but plays it off easily with a chuckle. 

“When Park told me he was bringing you, I thought he was kidding. I couldn’t believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.”

Seonghwa stiffens next to you but keeps the smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, can’t mask your surprise. 

“What do you mean?” you press. 

“Oh, just that I sort of wondered if you kids would get together,” he explains. “You used to argue in my class all the time as undergraduates, but whenever we had group activities you would pair up anyway.”

“That’s because we didn’t trust anyone else with the work,” Seonghwa points out. 

You squeeze his hand urgently, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before he ruins his chances with his big mouth. Thankfully, he seems to get the message and relaxes a little but you can tell he still wants to protest.   

“You didn’t even trust each other with the work,” the professor corrects. “You would bicker about every little thing under your breath when you thought I couldn’t hear even though you always sat in the front of the classroom.”

“I guess we are a little competitive,” you admit with a grin, looking up at Seonghwa with what you hope comes across as affection. 

“That’s an understatement, my love,” he agrees.

“Well, it’s nice to see that you’ve been able to turn that energy into something positive,” Dr. Harvey says. “What changed?”

“Well, we’d been seeing each other for a while and finally decided to make it official,” Seonghwa muses. 

And by ‘seeing each other’ he meant fucking. When you decided on your story that day in the cafe, Seonghwa had said it would make the most sense if your fake relationship budded from a friends-with-benefits thing- or acquaintances with benefits, whatever the two of you were. But of course, you couldn’t tell your professor that so you had to more so imply it by talking around the subject.

“Well, I hope that you being together means I’ll get to see more of your face. Park, you need to bring your girlfriend around the department some time. I’m sure the other faculty miss you too.”

Seonghwa nods. “I’ll be sure to do that, sir.”

“Great! I think some more people are starting to trickle in so I should go say hello, but please help yourselves to drinks while we wait for dinner.”

You both thank him and wait before saying anything else to each other. 

“I think that went okay,” Seonghwa sighs.

“Could’ve been worse,” you agree. 

He takes a quick look around before turning back to you. “Do you want something to drink, baby?”

“God, yes.”

At the bar, Seonghwa orders you both a glass of wine. It’s an open bar but there’s a little fish bowl for tips balanced on the edge of the counter so he deposits a couple of bills in it as he thanks the bartender.

He holds one of the glasses out to you with a half-smile. “Cheers.”

“To getting through the night,” you propose. 

“To getting through the night.”

-

Dinner is a choice between a chicken pasta dish, a beef and potatoes dish, and ratatouille that could be made vegan upon request. 

“Does the pesto have pine nuts in it?” Seonghwa asks the server when he reaches your end of the table.

“No, all of our options tonight are nut-free,” he replies. 

“Perfect, thank you. Did you want the pasta, then, baby?” 

“I- yes please.”

“And I’ll get the beef and we can share.”

“Sounds good,” the server says as he jots down your orders on his little notepad. 

You wait until he moves on to the next guest before leaning over to your date and whispering “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Hm?”

“You remembered... I’m allergic to tree nuts.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal and murmurs, “you almost dying in the middle of chem lab our freshman year is pretty hard to forget.”

He had a point. Still, you were surprised he remembered the girl that collapsed to the floor and had to be stabbed in the thigh with an EpiPen all those years ago as you. You’re not sure if you’d remember the details so clearly if it were the other way around. 

All of the dishes were pre-prepared by the hotel’s event catering staff so they were served almost immediately after the orders were taken. 

Dr. Harvey led the conversation, engaging each of his students about their studies and personal lives. He was even sure to include the plus ones at the table, making an effort to get to know them as well. That was why Dr. Harvey had been one of your favorite professors, why you’d agreed to TA for him when he asked. He genuinely cared about his students, wanted them to succeed and was willing to go the extra mile to help them do so. You still remember crying in his office over a failed lab report, remember how he had patiently walked you through what you’d done wrong until it finally clicked for you, how he ended up giving you half of the credit you missed back just for following up and showing how dedicated you were to learning the material.

Even now as he listens to his mentees talk about everything under the sun, he doesn’t want anyone to feel left out. 

A hand on your thigh startles you out of your zoning out. You had been trying your best to pay attention but it’s just so hard to stay attentive when Wooyoung opens his mouth. He’s been talking about algae for what you estimate to be the past twelve minutes- so in your defense, you never stood a chance anyway.

“Do you want another glass of wine?” Seonghwa asks, low enough for only you to hear.

You hadn’t even realized you’d finished your first one. It had probably happened sometime in the middle of Wooyung’s rambling. 

“Yes please.”

“Okay, be right back.”

He stands from the table and takes both yours and his empty glasses in one hand, using the other to push his chair back in. Thankfully, he’s back before you can be cornered by the others at the table. You can feel it, the curiosity your presence invokes from your peers. You only recognize a few of them but all of the sideways glances make you wonder how many of them suspect why you’re really here. Maybe you’re being paranoid. Maybe they’re just surprised Seonghwa managed to pull anyone at all... no, that couldn’t be it. He’s too hot, his personality alone wouldn’t be enough to deter anyone from going out with him. 

“What’s wrong?”

You take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine and try to play it off. “Hm? What do you mean?”

“You’re making a face.”

“What face? This is just my face.”

“No, you’ve got that wrinkle in between your eyebrows. You’re worrying about something. What is it?”

You sigh and lean over to whisper in his ear. “I feel like your... friends think it’s weird that I’m here.”

“These people aren’t my friends.”

“I know. I didn’t know what else to call them- is that really the part of what I said that you think is important?”

“Why do you think they think it’s weird?”

“I don’t know, I just keep noticing everyone looking at me.”

“It’s probably because you’re pretty,” he suggests, which makes you want to change the subject entirely. 

He thinks you’re pretty? Does he think you’re pretty or does he think other people think you’re pretty? What would possess him to say something like that?

“That- no, it’s not that.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know what a dirty look is and I’ve been getting a lot of them. Do you think they’re onto us?”

Seonghwa makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe I underestimated the number of people applying for the same position as me.”

“Maybe, and maybe they know we haven’t always gotten along and are suspicious of why this is the first they’re hearing of us dating.”

“I guess we need to turn it up, then,” Seonghwa muses under his breath. 

“Wha- that’s not what I-”

-

After dinner, there’s a bit of mingling. You get the opportunity to formally introduce yourself to the guests you’ve never met before and answer the burning question on everyone’s mind as to why you’re there in the first place. 

Seonghwa’s hand is warm on the small of your back, making you wish you had decided against wearing a backless dress. Although, you suspect you still would have been able to feel the heat of his palm through the silk had it offered more coverage. 

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Park,” Hongjoong, you thought his name was, says as he wraps an arm around his own date. In her heels, she’s taller than him by an inch or so, and somehow it only makes the man more intimidating. “Thought you were too busy for dating, or was that just an excuse?”

“I am busy. But when you meet the right person, you make time. You of all people should know that.”

Hongjoong narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly and grins. “You’re right, we’re all fools for love, aren’t we?”

“It certainly seems that way.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong continue exchanging semi-polite small talk until the latter’s date tugs him away, mumbling something about needing another drink. 

“I didn’t realize you were so popular,” you say under your breath once the two are out of earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who hates me,” he mutters. 

“And here I thought we had something special.”

Seonghwa gives you a half-smile. “Sorry to break it to you like this.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you,” you clarify, voice lowered. 

He can’t hide his surprise as his eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You nod. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

He straightens up a bit, stiffening, and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “Good to know.”

You each have another drink before the night ends. Champagne is served with dessert and Dr. Harvey proposes a toast to all of his students once everyone’s gathered around the table again. 

You clink your glass to Seonghwa’s and take a sip. The bubbles soothe your throat, making the lies you’ve been telling all night easier to swallow. 

You’re not drunk, you haven’t had that much to drink, but the alcohol is definitely making you feel lighter. People have started filtering out of the ballroom to go to their rooms but a few linger a little longer, taking advantage of the free booze and relaxed atmosphere. Your professor flits between the remaining students, continuing conversations that had been cut short during or before dinner. 

Soft music is playing over the speakers and a few couples are dancing to it. Seonghwa hadn’t said anything about dancing, it probably wasn’t on the actual itinerary, but he draws you out to the floor without warning. You want to protest but his hands are already on your hips and your chest is already pressed to his. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him, save bumping into each other in labs and accidentally spilling samples down your coats. Based on the number of times that had happened, you don’t expect Seonghwa to be particularly graceful. But he seems intent on proving you wrong as he leads you to the rhythm. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you murmur. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he quips back. 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Yeah? Like what?” 

He seems to think about it for a moment before answering. “I love Star Wars.”

“I already knew that.”

“What?”

“You used to bring a Darth Vader thermos to class. The lid was his helmet.”

“Legos?”

“Lego guy keychain.”

“Animal Crossing?”

“You’d literally play it in class.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Wow.”

“What?”

“I just didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.”

“Wha- I’m not obsessed with you!” you sputter. “I’m just very observant! And you make your interests too obvious.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he teases, making you roll your eyes. 

He spins you before you get the chance to argue again, extending his arm all the way and then whipping it back so that you’re stumbling into his embrace. 

“My turn, then?” he asks. 

You feel your face scrunch up in confusion before you can stop it. “What do you mean?”

“Your favorite color is pink,” he whispers, as if it’s some kind of secret. “You love The Lord of the Rings. You quote it all the time. You like to cook. You always brought your leftovers for lunch and everyone would ask how you made whatever it was because it smelled so good.”

You’re staring at him now, lips slightly parted in surprise. His gaze flickers down to them and then back up. He smiles. 

“You’re not the only observant one.”

A song is still playing but you’ve stopped dancing. It’s like you’re standing in the eye of a storm, surrounded by music and conversation that blurs and distorts around you. It all sounds muffled, but that might just be the ringing in your ears. You realize what’s about to happen a moment before it does but you’re still unprepared when Seonghwa kisses you. 

His lips are softer than you expected, not that you’ve imagined kissing him before... not that you ever wondered. His arms are still around your waist and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. 

You’re stiff at first, unsure of what to do with your arms or your own lips, but you relax when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. He makes a contented sort of sound in the back of his throat when you open your mouth for him. It’s just slightly, just enough for him to get a taste, but he seems pleased nonetheless. 

Distant cheering in the background startles the both of you out of your daze, pops the little bubble you’d somehow found yourselves in. It’s then that you remember that you’re in public, and that you probably shouldn’t be sucking each other's faces off in the middle of this very nice ballroom in front of your peers. 

You part, both a little breathless. 

“I hope that was okay,” Seonghwa whispers against your cheek. 

“It was, yeah. It was okay. More than okay.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He grins, the upturn of his cheeks pushing his specs higher on his nose, making glimmers of light from the chandelier dance in the reflection of the glass like stars falling from the sky. One of his hands strays from your waist to take your own.  “Wanna get out of here?”

You’re nodding before your brain can fully process the question. “Yes please.” 

-

The journey back up to your room is a blur. You vaguely register bidding Hongjoong, Dr. Harvey, and a couple of other people whose names had long since slipped your mind goodnight. You’re not sure what you said, Seonghwa probably took the lead. 

Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as you make your way out of the hall hand in hand. You feel like everyone knows what you’re about to do. And with a kiss like that in a crowded room, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.

But did it really matter if they knew you were about to get your back blown out? It would only help sell the story to them even more. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, still not ready to admit that you’re not playing pretend anymore. 

The clicking of your heels on the marble sounds entirely too loud as you walk through the lobby to the elevator bay. The lights have been dimmed for the night, emulating the darkness outside. Only a few employees remain behind the desks, stationed for any late check-ins. The rest had surely clocked out hours ago when the rush ended.

“Do you have a key?” Seonghwa asks you, eyeing the purse you’d somehow remembered to grab on your way out. 

You did, but, “there’s one in your pocket.”

His hand comes to the front of his pants, feeling for the plastic card. “Right. Sorry.”

He uses the key to activate the elevator and then he uses it again to open the door to your room. The ride up had been silent, and a little awkward, both of you standing on opposite sides of the tiny room, avoiding eye contact.  

You wonder if the energy has shifted, if the moment has passed. Had he suddenly come to his senses? Was he already regretting kissing you? 

You don’t get the chance to ask either of these things, however, because he’s kissing you again as soon as you stumble into the room. It’s dark, so everything is a little uncoordinated, but it almost seems fitting for you and Seonghwa. 

He presses you up against the door, fingers fumbling with the ties on the back of your dress. It’s hard for him to undo them when he can’t see what he’s doing, too occupied with kissing his way down your neck. 

“Fuck this,” he gasps, breaking away. “Lift up your arms.”

You do, gasping as Seonghwa tugs the silk up and over your head. It’s the kind of dress you can’t wear a bra with so you’re left completely bare from the waist up. 

“Fuck me,” he breathes, running his hands over your body. 

“I’m trying.”

A beat lapses before Seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle. You’re the one to pull him back this time, tugging at his suit jacket as you kiss him in an attempt to get it off his shoulders. 

“Let me, um,” he mumbles against your lips, feeling along the wall of the little hallway you’re standing in for something. “Let me turn on a lamp or something. I want to see you.”

The comment makes you feel shy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too so you let him go and only laugh a little bit when he trips over his suitcase on the way over to the desk.

“Oh, would you rather have it off?” he asks, noticing the way you’re holding your arms over your chest. 

“No, no, I want to see you too,” you assure him. “I just feel kind of weird being the only one naked.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.”

He makes his way back over to you, loosening his tie as he does. He leaves it hanging around his neck so that you can take it off for him. The satin feels heavy in your hands and you wonder briefly how it would feel tied around your wrists- another time, maybe. 

Seonghwa focuses on unbuttoning his shirt while you lift the tie over his head, hands brushing together as you work in tandem. 

You reach for his belt but he ducks out of your grasp with a grin, shrugging off the button up as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. You barely register the feeling of his hands on your thighs. You’re too caught up with the way he’s looking up at you. He’s taken his glasses off, though you don’t know when- or where he’s put them for that matter, and is gazing up at you like painted the cosmos themselves. Like he fully intends on worshiping you. 

Park Seonghwa on his knees. What a sight. 

“Can I?” he asks, fingers gently wedging themselves in between your legs to part them. “Please?”

You nod. 

“I need you to say it.”

“You can,” you whisper. 

“I can... what?” Seonghwa presses. “I haven’t even said what it is I want to do to you.”

He’s taunting you now. It’s obvious what he meant when he asked you but he just loves pushing your buttons too much to stop, even when he’s on the verge of begging to taste your pussy. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you breathe. 

“Fuck.”

You nearly lose your balance as Seonghwa lifts one of your legs over his shoulder but he plants both of his hands on your ass and pulls you onto his face before that can happen. He groans at the first taste of you, even though it’s over your panties. You’re not sure whether he meant to leave them on to be even more of a tease or if he had just simply forgotten to take them off in the rush to get you on his tongue. 

They’re the seamless kind, the kind that aren’t supposed to show through thin material. You’d chosen to wear them with your dress instead of suffering through the discomfort of a thong all night. The comfort was a benefit. The sheerness was a drawback. You might as well not be wearing anything with how form fitting they were, especially considering how wet you already are.

Your hands are in Seonghwa’s hair and you’re trying not to pull too hard but you have to anchor yourself to something or you’re afraid your knees will buckle. 

“That’s it,” he praises, nose nudging your clit as he licks into you. It’s muffled but you can still make it out, if just barely. “Harder, baby.”

“Are you s-sure?”

He nods and the motion makes you want to cry out. “I won’t break. Promise.”

You decide to trust his word and tug a little harder. He moans and rewards you by pushing his tongue inside of you. He can only go so far with the fabric of your underwear restricting him but it’s enough to get you to whimper his name. 

-

God, you sound so pretty, it’s almost too much for Seonghwa to handle. You taste just as good as he’d always imagined, better even, and he’s losing all sense of control because of it. He can tell he’s making you feel good but this won’t be enough to get you to cum, at least, not as hard as he wants you to before he fucks you... if that’s where the night ends up going. He would be more than happy to have you cum on his tongue, kiss you goodnight, and then fall asleep beside you if that’s what you wanted.   

He manages to get your panties out of the way and to the side with his teeth before diving back in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You make a little surprised sound and melt into him even more. 

He wants to get his fingers inside of you too, but it would be difficult with the way the two of you are positioned so he pulls back and jerks his head in the direction of the bed. You help him to his feet and pull him in for a kiss, moaning at the way you taste on his lips. 

Seonghwa didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already is but you’re always going and proving him wrong. 

You release him after another moment and fall back onto the mattress, calling to him like a siren. You don’t actually say anything, but you don’t have to. The sight of you on the bed you’ll share with your legs spread and your thighs still glistening with your arousal and his saliva is all it’d take for Seonghwa to throw himself into the sea and drown in you. 

He takes off his slacks finally, just to give himself a bit of relief, and joins you on the bed as fast as humanly possible.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his fingers over the soaked patch of your underwear. 

“Please,” you laugh. 

You lift your hips so that he can pull them off of you and then he’s back in between your legs with your thighs clamped around his head so tightly he can’t hear anything aside from your desperate pleas for him not to stop. 

He doesn’t even realize he’s been grinding into the mattress until you’re cumming on his tongue and it takes everything in him to hold back from falling over the edge with you. 

“Hwa...” 

Your voice is so distant he doesn’t hear it until you repeat it. The nickname makes his heart do a little somersault. You’ve never called him that before. It makes him want to smile like an idiot and not fight so hard to suppress those pesky feelings he’s been harboring for you for God knows how long. He wants to kiss you all over and make love to you and give you a little house on his Animal Crossing island even though he’d have to rearrange the entire layout. He actually brought his switch with him, it’s in his bag and he could go get it right now and-

“Hwa!”

Fuck. Right. He pushes the aforementioned feelings down again, clears his throat, and plays it cool. “Hm? What’s up?” His voice cracks on the ‘up’ because of course it does. So much for playing it cool. 

“Can you fuck me, please?” 

He feels like he could fall through the floor. How the fuck could you sound so polite asking to get your back blown out like that? His dick twitches against his thigh and Seonghwa has to take a deep breath to steel himself before answering. 

“You sure you want to keep going? You want this?”

“God, yes,” you whine, leaning forward to try and pull him on top of you. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”

Tempting, but, “no, it’s just... I have to tell you something.”

Jesus, was he really doing this now? It felt like the worst possible moment to bring it up but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he slept with you without coming clean. He’d already gone further than he probably should have, judgment clouded by lust and alcohol and the lingering scent of your perfume on your neck. 

You face falls, making Seonghwa realize he definitely should have worded it differently. 

“It’s not anything bad! I don’t think...”

“Just tell me,” you say flatly. 

“Um, remember in the car earlier today when we were going through our story, and you couldn’t remember what class I asked you out after?”

“And you yelled at me about it?”

“I didn’t yell at you-” he pauses, and squeezes his eyes shut. This was why he kept going back and forth over what he was about to say, why he was hesitating even now. “I reacted the way I did because... I actually was going to ask you out that night after your pharmacology class got out.”

“What?”

“I was there, waiting outside and I-I chickened out.”

You blink in disbelief. “You don’t... hate me?”

“Hate you? I never hated you!” You give him a look. “There was a bit of... animosity between us, but it was never hate! At least, not for me! Did you hate me?”

It’s your turn to feel exposed. That’s what Seonghwa thinks you feel anyway, from the look on your face. 

“No... I already told you I didn't! It was... what you described.”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, like you said, it wasn’t hate. I just didn’t particularly like you. And I thought that was a mutual thing.”

“It was!” he agrees quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. “It was. For a while. And then it wasn’t. But I never said anything about it because I kept thinking it was just a phase I was going through. I thought I’d get over it and you’d never have to know.”

“But that never happened?” He shakes his head. “But you built up the courage to show up and ask me out that day. You had to have accepted it then.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “I guess I did, but like I said, I was a coward. When I peeked through the window on the door, I saw you laughing and joking around with your friends and I just thought about how it’s never been like that with us. And I thought it’d never work out because we’re... us. We bicker all of the time. We’re always competing. That didn’t magically go away when I realized I had feelings for you. So I thought you deserved someone who you’d actually get along with.” 

“Well, that should have been up to me to decide,” you say. 

“I know,” Seonghwa admits with a groan. Then, he bolts upright. “Wait, would you have said yes?”

“Probably.”

“What do you mean probably?”

“I mean, I would’ve liked to see where it went. I’ve always thought you were attractive.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s one of the things about you that annoyed me.” Seonghwa scoffs. “Just being honest.”

“Well, if I’m being honest,” he counters, propping himself up on his elbow. “I kind of like it when we bicker.”

“Don’t tell me it turns you on.”

“Only sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re sick.”

He shrugs. “It’s only because you’re so hot when you’re mad at me.”

“You must be really horny right now, then,” you mutter. 

“You’re mad at me?” 

“Yes, I’m mad at you! You’ve been keeping your little crush on me a secret all this time! And you chose now to tell me?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I have the worst timing.”

“Understatement of the year.”

Seonghwa figures he deserves that one so he lets it slide even though it chips at his pride. “Wait, so... what does that make us? If we feel the same way, shouldn’t we give it a real shot?”

You groan, putting your hands over your face. “Can we talk about it after you fuck me stupid? I’m still so wet I can’t think about anything else.”

“Oh yeah, right.” He sits up and rolls back on top of you, caging you in. He presses his thigh between your legs so that you can grind on it as he kisses you again. “Are you sure arguing with me doesn’t make you horny?” he teases. “Can feel you throbbing against me, baby.”

“I’m horny because you’re hot and your dick is hard.” 

And because you like him, Seonghwa thinks giddily. 

“We can talk about it later, then,” he surrenders, reaching down to pump himself a few times. “As long as you’ll say you’re mine.”

You tilt your head to the side as you process his request. “Yours?”

“Mine.”

“You want me to be yours?”

“If that’s something you want.”

“It is something I want.”

“Then say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa hisses, grinding against you. He’s not even inside of you yet and he feels like he could explode.

“Please, Hwa,” you whisper and reach down to line him up yourself.

“Wait fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD. It’s okay,” you assure him.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you’re clean.”

“I am, I haven’t been with anyone since last year, and I’ve been tested.”

“Me too.”

“Then we’re good?” he asks. 

“We’re good.”

“Perfect. Deep breath, baby.”

Seonghwa’s arms threaten to give out the instant he begins to push himself inside of you. He should have been the one to take a deep breath. He already knows how you taste so he really should have been more prepared for how good you would feel but then again Seonghwa had always been a bit Icarian in nature so his overly ambitious attitude is pretty par for the course in light of everything. 

“Hold on, just... just give me a second,” he stutters.

He swears you clench around him purposefully, playing it off with a meek “sorry, it was an accident” when he glares at you. He wouldn’t put it past you to turn this into a competition too, but he wants to remember your first time together as something special. He wants to be in the moment with you, wants to make you cum over and over and over on his cock until you can’t say anything but his name. He wants to make tonight all about you. He wants to make every night about you, but he’ll have to start with tonight. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him, voice so sweet he almost has to pull out so he doesn’t end what’s barely started. 

“You feel too good,” he admits, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“If you cum now, we can just go again, right?”

Right. He forgot about that. He needs to stop thinking with his dick. 

“Yeah, right. Right.”

“Fucked out already?” you tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s you,” he pants weakly. “How can I not be?”

You open your mouth, probably about to say something smart in reply but he rolls his hips just as you do, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The words seem to dissolve on your tongue, your mouth falling open in a moan instead.

“What was that, baby?” he asks, moving even faster now.

You answer in mumbled nonsense. Seonghwa smirks down at you and leans forward to kiss the point where your neck meets your collarbone. He thinks about what a hickey would look like there, what kind of attention it would draw from everyone tomorrow morning. 

He can’t dwell on it for too long, though, because you’re yanking him back up by his hair, warning him that you’re about to cum.

“Already?”

“It’s you,” you repeat his own words back to him, and he feels his own stomach tense up in anticipation. “You and your perfect dick.”

Okay, so, less romantic than his sentiment but the structure was still there. It made him feel warm inside nonetheless. 

“Can I cum, please? Please?”

“Do you think you can be quiet? We don’t want a noise complaint, remember?” 

“I c-can be quiet.”

You’re lying through your teeth and Seonghwa can tell, he’s known you for so long now that he;’s memorized all of your tells. But he’s right there on the edge too and he wants nothing more than to cum with you.

“I’m close too, baby. Shit, can I cum inside you? Please?”

“God, yes- please, give it to me...”

He kisses you as he cums, managing to swallow some of your moans and cries of his name as you cum even harder than you did the first time. He’s sensitive by the time you finally come down from it but he doesn’t pull out. 

“Can we lay like this for a second?”

You nod easily, letting out a soft laugh when Seonghwa drops his weight on top of you. “I don’t think I can move anyway.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”

“Oh my god, get off of me.”

“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

“You’re the worst!”

“The worst at what?”

“Everything!”

“You didn’t seem to think that a few minutes ago,” he points out. 

“I’m having post-nut clarity,” you mumble, pushing weakly at his shoulders. 

“I didn’t know that happened to girls,” he muses. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about women,” you snap, still struggling underneath him. “Maybe if you talked to one once and a while you’d be more knowledgeable on the subject.” 

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“That’s because I- are you getting hard again?” you ask in disbelief. 

“I told you that bickering with you turns me on!”

“You are unbelievable!”

Seonghwa kisses you and rolls his hips experimentally. You moan, relaxing under him immediately. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” you sigh against his lips. 

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to be late to brunch tomorrow.”

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The King-Kim Hongjoong

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"You're going to summon Wooyoung to ask him to go to a club with you?"

You sighed at Hongjoong's words, nodding as you swiped some sparkly eyeshadow over your eyelids. The demon was sitting in Seonghwa's lap, the two of them on your bed. They'd come to visit you together, now that they could. You'd learned that the two of them liked doing a lot of things together, including you. "Yes, and I'm not appreciating this judgemental voice you've got going on Hongjoong. Seonghwa thinks it's a good idea, right?"

"I mean. I don't know if I'd necessarily call it a good idea sweetheart. But Wooyoung will definitely be a good time," Seonghwa was running his fingers through Hongjoong's hair gently, "besides Wooyoung is a fantastic dancer. He's got those dancer hips."

You laughed and hummed softly to yourself as you finished off your eye makeup, "And, all Eric's friends will be there with their sexy dates, I need a sexy date of my own. Who better than Wooyoung?"

"Um," Hongjoong gestured between him and Seonghwa, hoping you'd be able to see it through the vanity mirror, "us? We're sexy too."

"You're very sexy Joong I agree, but you were the one that told me I should be summoning you guys more often remember? And Hwa told me that Wooyoung doesn't like to wait, so I'm not keeping him waiting."

Hongjoong grumbled "I did say that I guess."

You laughed and shook your head, turning to face the men. "Next time Hongjoong, I promise."

You'd never tell Hongjoong or Seonghwa that there was another reason you were summoning Wooyoung that night. Since you'd first summoned Seonghwa you'd been doing a bit more research of your own as to what exactly your boys were, who this enchantress was and how exactly you were going to stop them from having to start a new contract all over again after you'd summoned San. Everything seemed to be a dead end. You couldn't find much about the enchantress, not even in advertisements for the carnival, nor could you find much information about demons that matched the descriptions of yours. It seemed impossible to get answers.

At least that was until you'd called Wooyoung.

He'd become almost your confidant in all of this. As much as he liked to talk he also was a great listener and he happily sat there listening through the phone as you complained over the fact that you couldn't help them out of this situation.

Until he'd offered a solution. He knew where the enchantress was. At least, he knew where she lived and assumed that she would at least be there once-ish a week. And he'd tell you when you summoned him, too scared one of the others would overhear him.

And that was what you would do tonight. The club was mostly a cover so Hongjoong didn't get suspicious but you really were going there with Eric and his friends. It was just the last thing on your mind.

You finished your hair and makeup and stood up, making you way over to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, gently plucking the card out of Seonghwa's fingers.

"I suppose you'll want us to head off then?"

You nodded, smiling softly and leaning down to peck both Seonghwa and Hongjoong's lips, "Thank you. I promise we'll be safe and behave."

"We know you'll behave princess," Hongjoong smiled, stroking your cheek gently, "it's Wooyoung who we're worried about."

"I'll make sure he behaves."

The men laughed softly and each kissed you once more before they disappeared and you were alone once again. You checked yourself in your mirror once more before flipping the card over three times, beaming when Wooyoung materialised in front of you.

"You called?"

You rolled eyes with a laugh and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug "You came!"

"You were expecting someone else?" He laughed, patting your hair, "Of course it was me."

"Shut up," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Thank you for doing all of this for me."

"Going to a nightclub? It's not exactly out of my comfort zone."

You pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I know," he grinned and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, waving it in front of your face. "I'll give it to you after yeah? So we can have some fun when we're out."

You sighed but nodded. Wooyoung was right. You wouldn't be able to focus on anything but finding the enchantress if he gave you that paper now, and you deserved to have some fun, you both did. "Okay, you ready?"

He nodded and tucked the paper back in his pocket "Always."

~

Eric and his friends were already at the club when you and Wooyoung arrived and he bounded over to you both, throwing his arms around you, "Y/n! You're here," he raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung "with not Hongjoong."

You laughed and patted Eric's back, pulling out of the hug "No, this is Wooyoung. Wooyoung, this is Eric, my best friend."

Wooyoung nodded in recognition "Ah, Eric. Hongjoong's told me about you."

Realisation flashed through Eric's eyes and he mouthed a 'sexy demon?' At you before turning back to Wooyoung. "All good things I hope. Here, come with me so that you can meet everyone else," Eric led you both over to the small group sitting around a table. You slid into a chair next to one of Eric's friends Felix and waved at everyone else, having met them all before. "Guys, this is y/n, my best friend, you should all remember her. If you don't I'll have to cut you off. And this is Wooyoung, y/n's..."

"Boyfriend," Wooyoung finished Eric's sentence, flashing a wink your way "I'm her boyfriend."

Eric looked between the two of you for a bit before nodding, "Yes, her boyfriend. Wooyoung, this is Felix, Jisung, Sunwoo and Juyeon."

Wooyoung gave them all a wave before sitting down next to you "Nice to meet you guys."

Conversation seemed to flow between you all easily after that. Wooyoung was such a social butterfly and he seemed to get along with everyone well. He'd placed his hand on your thigh after he'd sat down and kept it there throughout the whole conversation, thumb rubbing across the skin gently. You didn't mind it, in fact you found it quite comforting, if a little distracting to your conversation with Felix.

Wooyoung tapped gently on your thigh and nodded his head to the dancefloor when you looked at him, "want to go dance?"

You nodded and stood up, letting Wooyoung lead you to the middle of the dancefloor and pull you close, beginning to sway you to the music, "I like them. Eric's friends, him too."

"Good," you had to raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music, "I think they like you to."

"Everyone likes me y/n."

You raised an eyebrow "Is that so?"

"I think you'll find it is yes. I have that natural charisma about me."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung's neck, "You sure that's not just because you're a sex demon?"

Wooyoung moved closer to you until he was pressed right up against you, his lips fanning over yours, "as your boyfriend, I am hurt by the lack of faith you have in my natural charms."

"Who said anything about you being my boyfriend Wooyoung."

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa are your boyfriends aren't they?"

You blushed so deeply at the question that you were sure Wooyoung could see it through the colourful lights of the club, "They aren't."

"Don't tell them that y/n, you'll break their hearts," Wooyoung was so close to you that you could feel every movement of his hips against yours as he danced.

"We've never spoken about it. I guess we should though..." of course you wanted Hongjoong and Seonghwa to be your boyfriends. You wanted them all to be your boyfriends. "Besides, I didn't think you had hearts."

"Oh we do have hearts... and mine?" He chuckled deeply and leaned to whisper in your ear, "mine burns for you."

You gasped at his words and Wooyoung pulled back with a grin to begin peppering kisses down your neck. It suddenly felt like the two of you were the only people on the dancefloor. Like all the other patrons had melted away. Like Eric and his friends weren't cheering for you. Like Felix wasn't cheering a little less than the others. Like there was no one in the world but you and Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung," you whispered, fingers curling into the front of his silky shirt.

"Just say the words my love," he spoke in between kisses, "just tell me that you desire me and I'm all yours."

You arched your body impossibly closer to his and nodded "I desire you Wooyoung."

Wooyoung grinned and pulled away from you, leading you off the dance floor and to and unoccupied area of the club, immediately pressing his lips to yours with a desperate hunger. His kisses were messy and hot and passionate and they made your head spin. It really felt like he couldn't get enough of you and he wanted you to feel the same. He wanted to fill your head with the thought of him so all you could think was Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.

And you kissed him back with just as much passion and want, fingers twisting through his hair and tugging to bring him impossibly closer to you. "Wooyoung please," you whispered in between desperate kisses, grinding your hips up to meet his.

"Please what my love?" He grinned wickedly, slipping his thigh between your legs and prompting you to grind down in it, "want me to touch you? Right here in this hallway where anyone could see us?"

You nodded quickly, dragging your clothed cunt against his thigh and whimpering quietly at how nice the pressure felt "Please Wooyoung...Please touch me."

He smiled again and nodded before pushing up your dress and sliding down your panties, his fingers sliding over your already wet lips and circling your clit "Gonna let me fuck you my love? Let me bury my cock in your sweet pussy and make you cum all over me right here? Would you like that?"

You nodded and Wooyung smiled as his slipped his fingers down to your entrance, only to find out that he could fit two in with absolutely no resistance, you moaning against his lips.

"Oh? Did someone already fuck you my love? Was it Hongjoong? Or Seonghwa? I know they were with you before you summoned me," there was a slight edge to his voice, but it was more playful than anything. He had no problem with sharing you with his lovers, it was sharing you with anyone outside of that which set Wooyoung's teeth on edge.

"Both," you moaned, clenching around Wooyoung's fingers, "they both fucked me."

"Yeah? Did they do a good job? Stretch you out nice and good for me?"

"Yeah, they did. They're so..." you were cut of by a moan as Wooyoung curled his fingers inside of you "big."

"I know, they're so fucking big my love. You know who else is so fucking big? Me."

You nodded, clenching around his fingers, "Please fuck me Woo, please."

"As you wish." Wooyoung removed his fingers from your pussy and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of it's confines, stroking it a few times. Your mouth dropped open as you watched him, he was certainly not lying about being big. "You ready y/n?"

"Please, please. I'm ready. Fuck we Wooyoung please."

He grinned and slid his hard cock along your wet lips before slipping inside of you with a groan. "So wet my love, gripping me so well...fuck! You feel so so good."

"Please move Woo, please."

And Wooyoung obliged, beginning to fuck into you with passion. His thrusts were precise and in that moment you realised Seonghwa was right, Wooyoung did have dancer's hips. He fucked into you hard and fast, drawing every moan, gasp and cry of his name from your lips. His fingers were relentless on your clit, drawing quick circles.

"That's it my love, keep moaning like that for me, let them all know who's fucking you so well." The edge to his voice was back, but it was much less playful then last time and his thrusts increased in speed, if that was even possible. "Like Felix, couldn't fucking keep his eyes off of you."

You didn't have time to process Wooyoung's words when he was fucking you so so well and you were so so close to tipping over the edge.

"You want to let him know who's fucking you so well my love? Come on, scream my name while you cum around me."

You came with a cry of Wooyoung's name, arching up into him as your pussy clenched sporadically around him. The feeling of it made Wooyoung reach his orgasm, groaning deeply as he spilled into you, forehead pressed against your own. "Fuck so good lovely, so so fucking good."

You sighed softly, patting Wooyoung's hair, "You too Wooyoung. Filled me up so well." You could feel Wooyoung grin into your neck and he kissed it gently.

"Thank you my love." Wooyoung slipped himself out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and then sliding your panties up your legs, kissing your thigh softly. "Want me to take you home now?"

You nodded, "Yes please Woo."

He smiled softly and kissed your lips "Alright. Let's get you home."

~

You woke up the next morning without Wooyoung in your bed despite the fact that you'd gone to sleep with him the night prior. You understood though, you hadn't woken up with Hongjoong or Seonghwa when you'd first summoned them so you expected it was something they just did.

It didn't make waking up alone hurt any less though.

You rolled into the space Wooyoung had been occupying the night before with a soft sigh, pressing your face into the pillow to try and breathe in some of Wooyoung's scent, only to come face to face with a piece of paper. You frowned and sat up, looking at the small note which was sitting on your pillow, the neat scrawl on the front reading: My Love

You smiled and opened it, a small piece of paper slipping out. You ignored for now it in favour of reading the letter.

My dearest y/n,

Please don't be sad that I'm not there when you wake up, I would give nothing more but Hongjoong says we can't stay the night until after we've had our first turn. It sucks and I don't know why that's the rule, but it is.

Anyway, just wanted to say that while I really appreciate what you're doing for us, please be careful. I am the last person to be lecturing you on safety, but the enchantress is dangerous even for us and we're literally demons. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.

Her address is on a separate piece of paper. According to some of my sources she leaves at nine every morning and gets back at about two pm.

Please be careful my love.

I adore you,

Your Wooyoung

You grinned as you picked up the separate piece of paper, squealing "Yes yes yes!! Thank you Wooyoung you gorgeous man you!"

You were going to find the enchantress. You were going to find out why the boys were under this contract with her. You were going to find out how to get them out of it.

You were going to make sure you didn't lose them.

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