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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

Taglist: @treasure-hwa @vitrealislux @breezy-simp @bucky-thorin-winchester @scuzmunkie @hoohoohope @knucklesdeepmingi @fairygirl18 @giulianacelestino @craxy-person @sweetsojudreams

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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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The Diamond-Kang Yeosang

[Demon!Kang Yeosang x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, angst, crying, yelling, arguments, the reader gives Ateez the silent treatment for a while, Yeosang is the sweetest person ever, sub!Yeosang, dom!reader, riding, making out, face sitting, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap, praise kink, yeosang gets called baby, please forgive me I'm being self indulgent again.

Taglist: @treasure-hwa @vitrealislux @breezy-simp @bucky-thorin-winchester @scuzmunkie @hoohoohope @knucklesdeepmingi @fairygirl18 @giulianacelestino @craxy-person @sweetsojudreams @mork-ly @woahitsguin @wtfjongseong

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"I can't believe you y/n."

You sighed, playing gently with Yunho's fingers as you sat in his lap, not looking at Honjoong. After Yunho had cleaned you up he'd called Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Hongjoong to come over and you'd facetimed Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho and San, ready to talk to them about what had happened with the enchantress earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry Joong."

"Are you? I told you that we were handling it and you went behind our backs and saw the Enchantress anyway," he turned to Wooyoung who was situated in Seonghwa's lap, mirroring you and Yunho "and you. Wooyoung you went behind our backs and gave y/n the Enchantress' address, even when we told you not to."

"It's not his fault Hongjoong," you met the man's eyes for the first time since he'd arrived in your bedroom, "I practically begged him to give me the address. I couldn't sit by and not help you and I found something! We can get you out of this."

"But you'll lose your memory of us," Seonghwa, who hadn't spoken up until this point, hummed as he rubbed Wooyoung's shoulders gently.

"We don't want that to happen y/n," San's voice sounded through the phone, "you mean a lot to us."

"I don't want that to happen either," you sighed, rubbing your eyes "but if it's the only way to get you guys out of the contract then I'm okay with it. Like Yunho said, I can learn to love you again." Yunho kissed the side of your head softly and you smiled. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was still pacing, fingers twisting through his hair. "Hongjoong..." you reached you hand towards him, "I'm okay."

He stopped his pacing to look at you, eyes wild and full of concern mixed in with his anger, "But you might not have been! Y/n don't you understand how dangerous that woman is? She's a danger to us and we're much more powerful than a human like you."

Your mouth dropped open and you blinked at him, did he think that you weren't able to take care of yourself? "what's that supposed to mean?"

Hongjoong paled and shook his head, "No, y/n that isn't what I meant."

"Then what did you mean? What exactly is a human like me Hongjoong? You think I can't take care of myself? Because I was fine today, more than fine actually and I found out more information in one afternoon than any of you have been able to find out in years."

"And that solution may just happen to cause you to lose every, single memory you have of us y/n! And that's if we can prove to her that we love you...if we even love you in the first place."

A gasp sounded through the phone and you knew it came from Mingi, coupled with Seonghwa's warning "Hongjoong," but the man kept talking.

Hongjoong was shaking now, face red. "I mean why would we love you? Do you even love us? It seems like you only call us when you want sex, is that all we are to you? Just something you can use to get off." Yunho squeezed your waist in an attempt to tell you that he knew the weren't like that for you and you avoided looking at Seonghwa and Wooyoung, who were wide eyed in shock and the phone screen where you knew the other men would look the same. You felt hot, angry tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but you were determined not to cry, not now. Not in front of Hongjoong.

"Get out." Your voice was much stronger than you had thought it would be. "If you don't love me? Fine. I don't care. Just get out."

"You don't mean...?" Wooyoung's voice was quiet.

"I mean it. All of you, get out. I want you to leave." The angry tears were beginning to fall and you stood up out of Yunho's lap, wiping your eyes. "Go."

Wooyoung went to rush to you but Seonghwa pulled him back, shaking his head, "No, Woo. If she wants us to go, we need to go."

"No...Hwa," Wooyoung looked up at him, tears collecting in his eyes "no..."

"She'll call us when she's ready. But for now, she needs us to go."

Wooyoung shook his head again but stayed close to Seonghwa, Yunho hanging up the phone before going to stand with them. Seonghwa snapped his fingers and the three of them disappeared, leaving you with Hongjoong. He had stopped shaking and there were tears streaming down his cheeks, "Y/n I- I didn't mean it. I'm just-" you shook your head.

"Go, Hongjoong. Please. I need to be alone." You looked away from him and properly let yourself cry after he had left.

~

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since you'd visited the Enchantress. Three weeks since you'd summoned Yunho. Three weeks since you and Hongjoong had fought.

Three weeks since you'd spoken to any of them.

It hurt, of course. It hurt more than anything. But you were filled with self doubt after what Hongjoong had said. Was that really how they felt about you? Like you were just using them to get off? That you were only interested because they were sex demons?

You hadn't blocked any of their numbers so your phone was blowing up with texts and calls from all of them. Apologies upon apologies from Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Reassurances from Wooyoung and San and Yunho that they did care about you and they knew that you didn't think of them the way Hongjoong had said. Sweet messages from Mingi and Jongho and Yeosang trying to make you feel somewhat normal, to cheer you up and fill the eight demon sized hole in your heart.

You never answered the calls or messages, but every night you would sit on the floor in your living room and listen to the voicemails they had sent you that day, tears streaming down your face. You wanted to talk to them again, you really did, but you also needed space. This felt like a compromise almost. You put the phone up to your ear as the first message started.

"Princess," it was Hongjoong "I know you don't want to talk to me and that's okay, I said some awful, completely untrue things about you. We don't think that you want us just because we're sex demons, that you're using us to get off. You're smart and you're beautiful and you're funny and you're so so brave. Much braver than I am and much braver than I will ever be. You've taken all of this in stride so well even if it's not exactly a normal arrangement," he sighed. "If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But please, don't keep doing this to the others. Wooyoung is losing his mind. He's loved you since the moment he saw you y/n, and the rest of us aren't far behind him. Just please, talk to them. For me."

You sighed, feeling your throat already becoming tight with sadness. You clicked to the next voice message and felt some tears slip from your eyes as Wooyoung's desperate voice rung through your speakers.

"Y/n, my love please call me back, please please. Hongjoong was wrong, we do love you. I love you. I just want to hear your voice again, please," he was crying and you could hear both Yeosang and San on the other end trying to soothe him, "please just call me, y/n. I love you."

You jumped back from your phone as it began to ring, wiping your tears. You looked down to see Yeosang's name across your screen. You sighed and pressed the answer button, bringing your phone back to your ear. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Yeosang's voice was slightly panicked "I'm so sorry, I told him not to go to you."

"What?" You jumped as you heard a bang on your door, "Yeosang what's happening?"

"Wooyoung, he," another bang at your door. You got up and began to walk over to the door, "Seonghwa took away our ability to directly go to your house until you were ready to speak to us again and Wooyoung. He took a taxi."

"Y/n, my love," Wooyoung's voice sounded through the door. "Please let me in. Please."

"Oh my god he didn't," you said to Yeosang and he sighed.

"He did. I'm so sorry, I'll send Seonghwa to get him. You don't have to let him in."

"Please don't listen to anything Yeosang says my love," you almost laughed at Wooyoung's timing, "just please, I need to hear your voice."

"It's okay Yeosang, I'll let him in."

"I'll still get Seonghwa to come get him."

You laughed softly and Yeosang smiled so much he was sure you were able to see it through the phone line. "Okay. It was nice hearing your voice again Yeosang."

"You too y/n. Thank you for letting Wooyoung in."

"Thank you for calling me in warning."

Yeosang laughed and you hung up before making your way to the door "Wooyoung?"

You were able to hear the shaky sigh Wooyoung let out and it broke your heart. "Y/n?"

"I'm going to let you in okay? Just until Seonghwa comes to get you."

"Okay, please...please."

You closed your eyes briefly before opening the door to a sobbing Wooyoung.

"Oh Wooyoung," you took his hand to bring him inside your apartment and into your arms. The two of you sank to the floor as you began to cry into each other's arms, overwhelmed by the feeling of being in each other's presence again.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Seonghwa said you needed space but I just missed you so much. I needed you."

"It's okay Woo," you stroked his hair gently, "I needed you too."

"You did?"

"Of course I did Wooyoung."

"And...and you're not mad at Hongjoong? He didn't mean any of that y/n, he's just worried about you and he's scared. He hasn't...he doesn't...he's not great at feelings."

You huffed a soft laugh, "I could tell. And no, I'm not mad. I know he didn't mean it, but it still hurt me Woo. I don't know if I'm ready to talk to him just yet."

"But me?"

"I'm definitely ready to talk to you Wooyoung."

And that's what you did. You and Wooyoung talked on the floor in the entrance of your apartment until he fell asleep in your lap, your hands carding through his hair.

"I'm not surprised he's asleep," you jumped at the sound of Seonghwa's voice and turned your head to see the man standing in your doorway a small smile on his face. "He hasn't been sleeping much since...well you know."

You nodded, motioning for Seonghwa to join you and Wooyoung on the floor. He sat next to you and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's forehead. "I'm so sorry Hwa, I never meant to hurt him...to hurt any of you. I just...Joong really hurt me."

"I know," Seonghwa sighed "I should have stopped him. He was just worried and scared though, you know that right?"

You nodded "I've listened to all his voicemails. I'm not mad anymore, I just...I think I need to talk to him about it. Just us. Not yet," Seonghwa nodded.

"But soon?"

You smiled softly down at Wooyoung's sleeping figure.

"But soon."

~

Over the next week you slowly began to add each of the boys back into your life. It was easy for you to do it with Jongho, Mingi, San and Yeosang and of course Wooyoung, after that night. You and Yunho had spent the whole next day together and you and Seonghwa the day after.

You had needed a day in between to prepare for your day with Hongjoong.

There had been tears, plenty of them. And lots of hugs...and love making. But between all the crying and hugging and love making, you and Hongjoong had been able to do a lot of talking and were now on the same page. And you were now sporting a pretty heart locket around your neck and Hongjoong as your official boyfriend. Wooyoung had been annoyed that Hongjoong had asked you out before he got a chance to and promptly asked you out right after, to which you obviously replied with a yes. It was nice, having them all back in your life. You felt normal, even if there had been a shift in the way the nine of you were interacting.

"You know," Hongjoong hummed as the two of you sat on your balcony, his head in your lap, fingers twisting through the soft strands, "while I wish it never happened, I think we're all stronger because of our fight."

"Me too. I mean, I hated it, but I don't know if I hate the change it brought upon us. I mean, I have two boyfriends now right?"

Hongjoong laughed softly "You know the others are dying to be added to that list right? I'm pretty sure I overheard Seonghwa practising how to ask you out with his Star Wars Lego."

"Aww, that's so cute," you scratched Hongjoong's scalp gently, making him sigh. "And you're okay with that? You don't mind them asking me out? You don't mind me finishing the contract with them?"

"Why would I? They're my boyfriends too y/n."

"Yeah, but still."

Hongjoong kissed your thigh gently, "you could summon Yeosang right now and I wouldn't care. I'd ask to stay and watch if I were allowed to." He rolled himself out of your lap and then on top of you, pressing his hips into yours gently.

You giggled and rolled your eyes and looking your arms around his neck "I was thinking about it, summoning Yeosang. Tonight."

"Then you should. I think he might surprise you." Hongjoong grinned, grinding into you again to make you gasp.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

~

You spent more time than you cared to admit getting ready to summon Yeosang, making sure that everything was perfect. Your bed, your room, your apartment, you hair. Anything you could think of. And when you thought that everything was exactly the way it should be, you sat on your bed and flipped the card, smiling when a very confused Yeosang materialised in front of you.

"Y/n? You called me?"

You blinked in confusion, smile fading "Of course I called you, why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're with Wooyoung and Hongjoong? And probably Seonghwa and Yunho too, I don't really know. So why..." he looked at the ground "why would you want me?"

"You're kidding right?" You stood up and went over to Yeosang, "Yeosang why wouldn't I want you? You're smart, like so so smart. And you're kind and beautiful," you tilted his chin up so that he was looking at you "you're gorgeous Yeosang. You're everything I want. I want all of you, equally."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do."

Yeosang smiled softly and nodded "Okay."

You giggled softly "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

You laughed again and it made Yeosang laugh too, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him. Pecking you lips gently

"You're too sweet for your own good Yeosang."

He raised an eyebrow "Isn't that a good thing? We can't all be the dom all the time y/n, I think we'd die."

You hummed in surprise "Wait. You're a sub? You don't exactly seem the type."

"I can be both y/n," he grinned, kissing you deeply. You sighed softly into his mouth and drsped your arms over his shoulders. Yeosang grinned as he pulled away, lips ghosting over yours. "Which Yeosang would you like? Would you like me to bend you over, fuck you so hard you see stars and can only remember my name?" You shivered and it made Yeosang grin again and his voice came out whiny when he spoke next "Or do you want me to beg for you? I can beg so nicely, Seonghwa tells me all the time. I can please you sweetheart, I'll be so good."

You gasped softly and Yeosang began to leave butterfly kisses against your neck, humming as you twisted his hair around your fingers. "What Yeosang would you like to give me baby?"

He whined into your neck, bucking his hips into yours, already beginning to grow hard "I think you know."

You giggled and tilted your head back to give Yeosang more access, moaning quietly when he started to kiss your neck with fever, sucking small purple marks into the skin. "Then you can my baby, you can give me whatever Yeosang you want."

"Your baby," he mumbled into your neck, fingers twitching on your hips. You grinned and tugged his hair gently, grin widening when you heard him moan and felt his hips buck into yours again. You weren't exactly used to taking a dominant role, especially with your demons, so you weren't exactly sure if you were doing it right, but Yeosang seemed to be responding well. And it felt good, even with your total lack of experience.

"Exactly baby. Now," you began to lead him towards your bed and sat him down on the edge of it, climbing on top of him. He was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and it was making your heart flutter. "How would you like to fuck me tonight Yeosang?"

"Can I..." he gulped "I mean, can you...? Can we?"

You smiled "It's okay, take your time."

"Ride me? Please?"

"I can do that," your voice was soft and Yeosang was certain that you were some sort of sex demon, not him. You began to grind your hips on top of him slowly and he gasped, eyelids fluttering. "You won't need to prep me."

"N-no?"

You shook your head, beginning to unbutton Yeosang's shirt slowly, before lifting your own shirt off and exposing your pretty purple lingerie to him. His eyes widened and he gulped. If he wasn't rock hard before then he definitely was now. You'd worn that for him...only for him.

"Why?"

"Because Joong fucked me earlier. He stretched me out nice and good for you."

Yeah. Yeosang was convinced that you were a sex demon too. How were you so good at this? You were wondering the same thing. But it felt so nice being like this with Yeosang. You could get used to it.

"He did?"

"Mhm. Got me ready to sit on your dick."

"Please do it, please y/n. Please I've waited so long to have you like this. Please please please." You giggled softly and moved back so you could take off your shorts and panties, before doing the same with Yeosang's jeans and boxers. You slid your soaking pussy against Yeosang's cock and he moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows. "Please y/n, please please please!"

"As you wish," You smiled and leaned down to peck his lips before sitting back up and easing Yeosang's cock into your entrance, the two of you groaning as he filled you to the brim. "Mmm fuck Yeosang...that's good."

"Yeah? Am I good for you?"

"So good for me baby."

Yeosang was about half a second away from blowing his load inside of you and he was utterly embarrassed about it. He was a sex demon! And he was seriously about to cum from your wet, wet... walls and their vice grip on his cock. He knew he was done for when you began bouncing on top of him, little moans being pulled out of you everytime you sat fully on him. It was so good. You were so good. You were everything Yeosang dreamed of.

"Y/n...fuck~" his voice was whiny, but no less deep than before "fuck I'm going to cum. I'm so so sorry. You're just so good!"

"It's okay Yeosang. You can cum for me, cum for me my baby."

Yeosang screwed his eyes shut and moaned deeply as he came, filling you with ropes upon ropes of his cum. You continued to fuck yourself on top of him, slowing down when he began to whine in overstimulation.

"How was that my baby?"

"So good," he was panting quietly "but you didn't cum."

"That's okay," Yeosang shook his head and ran his finger over his lips.

"No, it's not. Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry?"

Yeosang's eyes widened and he blushed, "I mean, you don't have to, I just...you should cum too. And Hongjoong and Seonghwa always go on about how good you taste, I want to taste you too. But we don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, Yeosang. I want to sit on your face. Just...are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yes, please. Come up here, let me taste you."

You smiled and slipped Yeosang out of you, the two of you moaning at the feeling, before you moved to hover over his face, gasping when he licked his cum off your thigh. "You ready baby?"

He nodded "Please please, sit on my face."

You lowered yourself onto Yeosang's face gently, gasping again when he pulled you flush against his mouth and began to eat you out like a man starved. He was moaning and groaning into your hole, tongue pushing against the entrance as he slurped at your hole and clit, determined to make you cum with his tongue, all over his face. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you rode his face, feeling so close to the edge from the combination of everything Yeosang had done and was currently doing.

His dirty talk was what pushed you over the edge, he pulled away from you pussy to whisper a small "Please cum on my face lovely, all over me y/n. I want it so bad." And you were cumming all over his face, grinding on his mouth as you rode out your orgasm. You pulled off his face and moved next to him, Yeosang immediately pulling you into a cuddle pile, face pressed into your shoulder.

"Can I be your boyfriend too?" He mumbled, making you laugh.

"You really want to be?" You smiled, scratching his scalp gently and laughing again when he nodded.

"Yeah, I do. I almost broke the rules and went with Wooyoung to you that night."

"I wouldn't have been upset if you did."

"You wouldn't?"

"No."

He moved to look at you "So boyfriend?"

You laughed softly and nodded, pecking his lips. "Boyfriend. But maybe take me on a date?"

Yeosang nodded and pressed his face back into your neck, "Yeah I can do that."

You smiled and felt yourself begin to drift off. Yeosang not to far behind you. You knew he'd be gone in the morning, but you weren't going to let it bother you too much. You were determined to stay here in the moment, with Yeosang.

Letting yourself stop worrying about what might happen if the boys couldn't prove to the enchantress that they truly loved you.

And what might happen even if they did.

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Ateez 'n free use (+ somno)

Everything has been consentually talked about beforehand, in passing and seriously !! Mwuah. Lots of smut under the cut. barking. foaming at the mouth.

"Hi love bug 💗 I wanted your thoughts and opinions on ateez with somno / free use heheh" —ask @hhoneylix (my lovely pookie bear) 7.2K WC OF FILTH.

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In a free-use fantasy, partners can have sex with each other whenever they want, no holds barred. Somnophilia refers to the interest in having sex with a sleeping person.

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Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.

When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.

He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.

Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)

When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.

Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.

You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.

He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.

“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.

Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.

San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.

He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”

n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.

And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.

He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.

Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.

Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.

He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.

He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.

It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.

Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.

I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.

“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.

“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.

Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.

Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.

It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.

Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.

His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.

He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.

Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.

Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.

He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.

He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.

“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.

Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.

His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.

He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.

So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.

Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.

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UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu

"yes baby.. that's it."

the thought of sweet dom bf!seonghwa is just so hot like, him praising and calling you names while fucking you so hard but still being careful so that you won't get hurt.. i want him so bad

just imagine seonghwa fucking you so good he made you cry, wetting the pillow with sweats and tears. your shaking legs placed over his shoulder just so he can thrust deeper. his veiny hands holding the both of yours. burying his face to the crook of your neck, you could feel his hot breath. "oh baby.. does it feel good? is this deep enough or do you want me to go deeper..?"

his whisperings were mixed with his grunts. you nodded weakly, half lidded eyes are watery as you look at seonghwa getting up. "is my baby close? don't hold it in, doll. cum for me." he praises you so much its driving you crazy. "'m cummin.. ah, hwa.. please.." the way you moaned out his favourite nickname by you makes him quicken his pace more. "fuck, yes baby.. that's it." seonghwa threw his head back. squelching sounds of the both of your hips hitting until they're both are red is so loud. as loud as your moans filling the room. you both reached your high, as seonghwa falling down back to you. his cum filling the inside of your pussy so well with yours, wetting the bedsheets as it goes out.

"baby, did you feel good? i didn't hurt you anywhere right?" you shook your head as you smile at him wiping away your tears.

It's my hard/unholy hours

We have the super sexy and feisty wolf Hwa and now I want to write about the needy cute bunny Seonghwa.

At the adoption centre, Seonghwa was not a popular hybrid. Indeed, he kept a bit of a distance from the others. No one wanted him, and there were many reasons for this - his appearance, his size, his age, but most of all, his extremely frequent heat.

No one wanted to mess with such a sensitive, attention-seeking bunny with a rather gentle and meek disposition. He didn't look like the sexy and charming vixens like San and Wooyoung. He wasn't the sophisticated and sensual leopard with a sultry, dewy look like Hongjoong, and he certainly didn't have as much positive and radiant energy as the loud wolf pups Yunho and Mingi.

He was just himself—quiet, unassuming, shy, and super sensitive. Say the wrong thing, and he'll start to cry.

All Seonghwa ever dreamed of was to be loved and to belong to his owner. But all he could do was watch as the hybrids left the adoption centre one by one, leaving him to be alone with his loneliness.

All he had ever wanted was love.

And then you showed up, self-assured, sumptuous, glorious. At that very second, as the thick scent of your perfume filled the space of their centre, all the hybrids were aroused for you.

Seonghwa knew you were not for him. You would have been better off with Hongjoong, who purred like a kitten attracted to you and fluttered his incredibly long eyelashes at you. Or Wooyoung and San, who hugged each other in front of the glass case of their enclosure, showing off their half-naked, flexible bodies and waving their fluffy, thick tails.

He resigned himself to it. It was true. So when your long nails tapped on the glass of his enclosure, it turned his whole world upside down for him. And then you took him home with you, and you put the most beautiful satin collar on him. You owned him.

It didn't go well at first; Hwa was shy but wanted to get to know you desperately. He rubbed against you awkwardly, bit your shoulders and fingertips a little, and pressed closer, but he didn't know at all how to become bolder and show you how much he loved you. And his heat was getting closer. Seonghwa could already feel the growing warmth under his skin and a tugging feeling in his lower abdomen. This would be his first time in heat with his owner and God; he was so in love with it.

You couldn't help but notice how Seonghwa seemed to change lately. He had become more moody and pushy. He was always sucking your fingers like candy, rubbing his face against your thighs, and biting. He was biting you all the time.

But what excited you even more was when he started to make his way into your bed. And God, he was so fucking pushy, all over you, burying his face between your breasts or giving you a weak bite on the skin of your neck as he squealed in the most adorable way. One day, you even woke up with the feeling of his palm on your pussy. Seonghwa just grabbed it possessively and held on to it the whole time that he was sleeping next to you.

All of this made you want to investigate and find out. The information hit you like a freight train - he was in heat and according to Seonghwa's information from the adoption centre, he had it almost every month. Seonghwa was a huge bomb of untapped sexual desire, and as the owner of him, you were the one responsible for it.

It all happened so fast. You didn't even understand it. It was just another one of those evenings where you were snuggling up on the couch and watching some TV show or other. Hwa had been very affectionate with you the whole evening and now he was just crushing you with his weight, he was literally lying on top of you. He whimpered weakly into your tits and rubbed his face against them, but you had gotten used to it over the last week, until you felt his drooling. And all hell was breaking loose.

And that's how you ended up where you ended up— your bed with your ass held high in the air while Seonghwa played with you like a toy. He was literally beating you with his dick, with such a force that you couldn't even say anything. You were panting and whimpering under his flexible, slender body. Hwa grabbed your hips with his hands and drove his thick cock all the way into you, his balls slapping loudly against your buttocks with every powerful thrust he gave you. And at the same time, he had the courage to do so with a sweet and charming squeal.

What a darn cute bunny!

you right [p.seonghwa]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

[mention: age gap and cheating]

₊˚.༄ I got a man, but I want you And it's just nerves, it's just dick making me think 'bout someone new ₊˚.༄

park seonghwa. the man that your mom kept mentioning about, the "young and handsome" man that everyone fawns— the company crush. He was every woman asked for and God must have heard those prayers and gave only one, you shake your head in disbelief telling her about, "we come from different generations mom, so we have different ideals." she just looks you in the eyes with, “i’ll get the last laugh.”

but that's where you're wrong. so wrong

one sunny afternoon when your mom called you to deliver her some packed lunch since she does not feel like eating at the cafeteria; you were just cleaning the house so you being the nicest daughter— cooked and delivered to her. 

   “F-fuck josh!” your eyes rolled at the back of your head, biting your lip as your boyfriend ram his hips on your pussy. His hands held on your shoulders, slamming you back on his dick— hitting that spot until your eyes fade white as you cum on his softening dick as he spurt his cum inside your walls. He grinds his hips chasing the ecstasy as he humps like a rabbit, clinging on your torso groaning and moaning.

   “Your pussy so good.” he mumbles before pulling out, slapping your ass. You rolled your eyes, pulling up your panty and shorts, knowing him; after a quick fuck, he’ll be on his way out. 

   “I’ll pick you up later?” you feel an irritation bubble on your throat. You nodded, “yeah …” being oblivious to your reaction, he leaned in and kissed your lips before going out of your apartment. You sigh, shivering when you feel his cum flowing out of your hole, “I told him to pull out …”

After cleaning up, you dress up in a thin cloth sundress (not too thin to have your garments see through it) you arrive at your mom’s workplace with the neat and fresh cooked lunch pack. You were slightly regretting wearing the old sundress  but now, oh you praised and wish that this sundress can go any see through.

park seonghwa.

now you understand why your mom keeps on gushing about him. He is INDEED young and handsome for a 36 year old. he was in a conversation with two of his friends, who happened to be one of them, your senior and closest friend at your old school, jung wooyoung. 

  Noticing your presence by the door, seonghwa raised his hand with a small smile on his lips, “come in!” your throat constricts from breathing as you slowly approach the man, his aura radiates heaven; innocence and kindness. The way his clothes clinging to his body, showcasing his built lean body.

  “ohh~ isn’t my favourite junior?” wooyoung jokes, opening his arms. You scoff nonetheless hugging him; wooyoung was a great senior towards you when finishing your years in highschool whilst him being an intern at a company he is now currently working at.

  “Hello wooyoung-ssi .” you smile at him, having your hand running down his back in a comfortable manner. If wooyoung gonna be honest, he had never expected you to have such a (more) glow up that had him smirking then side-eyeing his older friend— who in the moment of ogling you right now. Hand holding the one cup of coffee he was finishing then the other inside his trouser pockets; which wooyung noticed that it moved closer to his crotch, gripping something– hard. 

  Wooyoung knows and he’ll do it (even though knowing you had a dickhead boyfriend and such huge age gap but who rejects the drill if you know) so he clears his throat, “hey peach–”

  As if the nickname knock out some senses to seonghwa who caught himself spacing out when he observe the way you walk, your hips swaying and highlighting the flesh underneath the dress— that thin dress that you were wearing right now had him, gripping his hard erected dick in his pocket (which he knew wooyoung had now notice with the playful smirk on his lips).

  “Peach?” seonghwa mumbles. Your cheeks were suddenly powdered in red hue as you remember why wooyoung calls you that, you waved off the question trying your best to lure out from the question but wooyoung grabs your shoulder, placing you beside him as he diligently explains to seonghwa.

  “Oh curious eh? Well here, my dear hyung, she hit puberty in such young age that had everyone drooling as she turn around—”

 “Oh dear, there you are!” when God has mercy, he has and lots of them when he saw you slowly melting under seonghwa’s eyes, you were wishing above to save you as the thought of back in 9th grade had every boys in school glancing not only your swelled uniform because of your bulging boobs and your skirt that was clinging tightly on your widen hips.

 You ranted on wooyoung about the issue yet his answer, “well it’s true and your hips do resemble that fruit emoji— Hey! I should call you that from now on!” 

 Your mom walks towards you, handing over her packed lunch. Your mom smiles, pinching your cheeks before turning to seonghwa, her eyes sparkling, “oh seonghwa-ssi, this is my daughter.” you nodded your head in acknowledgement still feeling that awkwardness on your cheeks.

   Seonghwa licks his lips, smiling at your mom then back to you, hand from his pocket reaching out to take your hand. The softness and the size difference had him gripping the cup of coffee on his other hand, wooyoung noticing.

     “Nice to meet you, doll.” his lips brush gently on the back of your hand, not once did his eye contact falter and had your knees weak for an entire second.Wooyoung had thousands of lightbulbs popping up in his head; the moment he saw your stiff body and seonghwa hardened gaze.

   As the days passed by, Wooyoung had finalised his plan. 

Hey hyung! Doors pass is 1028… still in the showers, make yourself at home.

 Seonghwa sighs, one arm full of snacks and a chicken bucket on the other as per wooyung requested. Wooyoung had suggested that they (the other boys) have a movie night with the other boys in Woo's apartment. As he reaches the door of wooyoung’s apartment, he inputs the pass before he hears the soft ring of the doors opening, he slips out of his shoes and towards the quiet living room.

His light footstep met the countertop and placed the items before taking a good look of the apartment.

  Seonghwa felt sketchy as he took in the clean and organised living room hence the soft smell of the humidifier at the corner; which did not make sense until he saw a light reflecting from the small hallway, his eyebrow hunching together, “woo?”

  He called yet no one answered, his feet decided on their own as they took him to the last door on the left, the door ajar; small glimpse of the purple hue room with—. His eyes widened, jolted in surprise when he saw you. You were on your bed, on your stomach, hoodie on yet no pants; you were in front of your full length mirror, taking pictures. Your ass–those asses were a wish to dive into along with the flesh of your thighs.

  Now he understands why wooyoung calls you peach. Those thighs were enough to choke and he will thank you for that or even watch how your ass jiggles when you walk out after delivering the packed lunch for your mom and how that dress hug your shape so much that it emphasises your figure, your mounty chest, another thing to dive into. Or how every night he wishes to have his dick in between them—

 “Seonghwa-ssi?” he was pulled out of your thoughts when he saw your figure in front of him, his heart soaring to the roof when you tilt your head to the side, confused. He cleared his throat, “H-Hi.”

  you push the door slightly open, “what are you doing here? How did you get in my apartment?”

 His mouth opened to explain until he realised at the last minute. The “passcode”, clean apartment, the humidifier and the quietness. Seonghwa groans, “wooyoung …”  This whole thing could eat him alive until he dies but that moment dissipates when he hears you chuckle, “so wooyoung was behind this? As expected.”

  Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, “Expected?” you shrug, looking at him, “When he sees something, he’ll do it.” That made him even more confused. “What did he do?”

  He was oblivious of your smirk on your lips, “this.” you slowly sunk down on the floor, aligning with his pressing prominent dick inside his jeans. Your hands run down his thighs, brushing on his dick which made him hiss, a groan leaving his lips.

 “So you were part of this?” again, you shrug, looking up at him, “maybe … maybe not.” you leaned towards his dick, leaving kiss on them before looking back up, a sudden boost of confidence surge on your brain down to your lips, “before you go might as well fuck me now.”

  That it all took for seonghwa to have back up on your feet, carrying you towards your bed then tossing you on top of your sheets. A squeal left your lips; excitement running inside your veins as you watch seonghwa’s eyes dart on your half exposed body, legs vaguely open for him to see your arousal seeping through your panty. You spread your legs for him, fingers circling your clothed pussy, biting your lip seductively “seonghwa~”

  Seonghwa is a composed man yet when he sees you, they don’t matter and loses control. Just like how he had himself in between your legs, panty ripped from your body and lapping his hot tongue flat on your wet pussy. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, devouring you like his favorite meal.

  He had you moaning loudly, thrashing on your bed as his tongue cat-lick your bud several times hitting those nerves of pleasure, “f-fuck seonghwa!” your hand grip his hair moving your hips to fuck your pussy on his tongue, grinding them. Your whimper-cries echoed your room, manicured hands were gripping tightly on the sheets, arch back as seonghwa had plunged his tongue on your hole, running those long tongue for a good use then pulling away gathering his saliva then spitting them on your trembling wet pussy.

   The action had your head swirling in thoughts, biting your bottom lip suppressing a smile on your lips, “that’s so good hwa~”

 Seonghwa notice you were nearing your climax when he pulled away, the coil faded leaving you pouting but he chuckles darkly, gripping the back of his shirt before throwing them off across your room as he diligently remove his pants, teasing you as you bit your lip observing his lean body, slim waist yet those hard cock says otherwise. It was bigger than you imagine, quite veiny and enough to send you to heaven to hell then back to earth. Your mouth watered at the size, your pussy aching to be dick down.

   Seonghwa leaned down to smash his lips on you, moving them messily on your lips, pulling you by the waist as he humps his clothed dick on your exposed cunt. Your hand found its way again on his hair, as you moved your hips also.

  “Do you want this dick so bad?” you nodded like a bobblehead, thoughts of being dicked down by seonghwa as you rushed to remove your hoodie to show him your bare chest. You squish your arms to stress out the flesh, giving them a little shake. Seonghwa licks his lips, scoffing, “stay like that for me doll.” you listen and watch him undo his pants, jerking his cosmic dick.

  You know what he wants; hands each on your boobs pushing them in the middle as he fucks himself in between your chest. Seonghwa was beyond the clouds as the flesh of your chest touched his sensitive tip then his whole shaft, it was long. Long enough to have your mouth meeting his tip each time it comes back up, moistening them.

  “Fuck doll this tits are made for me aren’t they?” you look up at him, eyes gleaming in overwhelming with emotions and pleasure, “yes yes fuck your dick on it, hwa~” seonghwa’s lips curled up, pulling off his dick between your breast before gripping your ja in his hand.

  He tilt them to the side, observing your soon-to-be fucked up face, your heart were racing in anticipation. This is a whole new other level, new experience of being fuck by someone older and probably had much exploration in sex, “open for me, doll.” you obeyed, your pussy clenching on nothing yet another set of arousal leak out when seonghwa spit at your mouth. 

  You swallow them, the trail going down your throat then sending another arousal out of your pussy, he was so experienced on this one and you're down to get your pussy wreck. 

  Seonghwa laid you down on your back, hands running down your body, giving your tits a nice squeeze, a tweak on each of your hardened nipples then pulling them. You were squirming on time he circled his thumb on the. He moved between your legs, releasing his aching cock out of his boxers. 

  Seonghwa gathered a mouthful then spitting on his dick, giving a couple strokes before slapping his dick on your pussy. He eye your twitching body, body on fire as the tension gets thicker and thicker yet deep down he knows your loyalty was being tested.

   He had heard about a week ago about wooyung and his despise on your significant other who just comes for a quick fuck and out he goes. Been 3 months doing it while you never did anything to stop the whole thing so seonghwa tried his best not to involve himself in the drama. Sooner or later those words came back to him when he kept seeing you in the office to pick your mom up after a long day of work.

   Seonghwa fathoms the amount of weight of euphoria whenever his eyes travels.

 “Spread those legs for me, doll.” you grip the back of your thighs as Seonghwa sheathed himself on your cunt. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, a squeal like smile left your lips as your walls were being stretch out on the girth of his cock.

  “Fu-fuck doll you’re so tight …” When he fully bottom down, he adjust his knees and place his hands on each side of your waist, lips near your ears,”i’ll fuck you better than your boyfriend.”

  His hips pull out an inch before hammering himself back down, immediately pounding your cervix. Your mouth gape, no sounds immits as the overwhelming pleasure had you speechless, the sounds of the nasty skin slapping had you unfolding your legs further.

  “The moment I gave this pussy a nice full of my load, you belong to me now.” You nodded like crazy, tears running down your cheeks; seonghwa coo mockingly, “does your boyfriend fuck you like this? Make you cry being fuck so good?”

  You were so out of your mind, hands gripping his biceps tightly creating a crescent shape on them. Small sounds of curse freed out those sinful lips, “h-harder hwa~” but seonghwa wasn’t having it, he halted his actions then gripping your jaw rather harshly making you look at him.

  His face dark in pleasure and dominance, “i ask you and you answer?” you nodded, your eyes going dopey habitually biting your lip as, “yes yes, your dick so good i want you to cum inside and have your babies.”

  Seonghwa’s dick twitch inside as the mention of impregnating you, creampie you with loads after loads of his cum seeing that bulge on your stomach just sent his head circling with lots of euphoric sensation.

  “Is that so? Then take it.” The grip on your jaw moved down to your neck, squeezing them as his hips repeatedly pounding back to your pussy. You were on cloud 9 that you did not hear your phone ringing; your boyfriend calling you.

  Seonghwa saw it and smirk, removing his grip on your neck towards your phone. He press the green button.

“Hey babe—”

 His voice a little deep and rough, “sorry she’s busy …”

 There was silence before your boyfriend spoke.

“busy?! W-who are you and what are you doing with my girlfriend?! Yah!”

  “Yeah she’s busy .. busy getting fuck up by me. I’m rearranging her guts right now that’s what I’m doing. She looks so pretty under me, you know?” Seonghwa runs his hand on your chest then slapping your tits making you moan loudly, hearing those made your boyfriend panic and ranging.

 “W-what?! Stop this right—”

 “Shut up. I’m busy fucking her, so don’t contact her again. She’s mine now.” Seonghwa ended the call, tossing your phone to side before diving his head on your neck, his tip hammering your cervix deliciously before he felt the familiar coil on his stomach, his broken groans sent shiver down your spine, “i’m gonna cum doll and i don’t want to see any of it going to waste, got it?”

 You moan, gripping your tits, “yes yes yes pelase I’m gonna cum too.” he pulled out only the tip left inside before slamming back inside, his cum spurting on your velvet walls. Your eyes rolling back once again, long string of  fuck creaming his cock, “that’s my doll. Good girl.”

  When he had loaded himself and you were milking him dry, he pulled out not long plunging his fingers, “I hope you’re up for another round .. I’m gonna make you squirt so bad.” even with the ring of your arousal and cum on his dick, it had not yet softened and wanted to go for another said round.

   You smirk, laying down on your stomach, propped up on your elbows; looking over your shoulders as you joggle your ass, “then fuck me more, show to my boyfriend how you’re fucking me good hwa~”

   Seonghwa smirks, loving your confidence, “of course doll.” And there goes round two.

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Today's unholy thoughts, bunnies, and it's all about plump, sensual, kissable lips.

Have you been thinking about what it will feel like to have their wet, plump lips touch the most sensitive parts of your body? Imagine what it's like when the three of them simultaneously kiss your neck and then leave hickeys on your tits, going lower and lower until their hot breath touches your pussy.

Oh, they'll be totally intoxicated by you, especially when they taste your cunt on their tongues. There is no rivalry between them; why is that necessary when they can just eat you up together at the same time? And believe me, they will do it in the dirtiest and most disgusting way possible.

The feeling of Wooyoung's soft, plush mouth hungrily kissing your clit while Seonghwa and Mingi take it in turns to fuck you with their tongues will practically drive you crazy, and that's exactly what they want. Squirming, moaning, and begging for them will only make them more aroused and want to eat you harder and rougher. 

They will eat you for hours and hours, completely drunk on your pussy, changing position after position, but never taking their lips away from your body. And the sight of how wet and shiny their lips are from your juices will send you over the edge, and you will just want to lick their mouths with your tongue. And the boys will be more than happy to let you do it.

It is all going to be so damn dirty and disgusting, but who said they were tidy boys? Each of them will have their own way of dealing with you. From riding Mingi and Woo's pretty faces to the crazy feeling of Seonghwa's long tongue licking the silky walls of your pussy like it's the sweetest thing in the world.

God, they will be such a moaning, needy mess. Literally rubbing their beautiful, sexy faces against your cunt like cats in heat.

But as well as licking, slobbering, and fucking your pussy with their tongues, they will also want to kiss you. Baby, it's a wild ride. Mingi's kiss will be suffocating. He won't let you go until it's getting dark before your eyes and there's not a drop of air left in your lungs. Hwa, on the other hand, will be so soft and sensual that he will make you want to beg for more. And Wooyoung, well, Wooyoung is going to be possessive, taking complete and total control of your mouth with rough and hungry movements.

They will do this over and over again until you are completely out of consciousness from the pleasure. And maybe the next day you will wake up to find someone else's hot, wet mouth sweetly warming up your pretty pussy.

This will only confirm your thoughts: All boys with plump lips eat pussy like champions.

Hello! Since I can't save the writings in my tasks and your request is currently stuck in my drafts, I have to post it this way. I hope you can see your request T_T By the way, I wrote this 4 times, and the universe prevented me from writing it. Normally it was over 2k words, but most of it was deleted and I forgot what I wrote. Anyway, Love u!♡

Look Like a Freak

tw: nerd!Seonghwa x fem!reader, oral(giving mentioned, receiving), squirting, slapping, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, bondage, overstimulation

wc: 1.5k

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“Seonghwa, are we really going to do it here?” It was too late to ask now. He made an approving noise as he abused your pussy between. To your surprise, he could hear you and respond. Normally, after tasting you, Seonghwa would be pussy drunk and wouldn't hear or see anything.

Seonghwa's room was the most virginal room you've ever seen. There were more Star Wars figures and Legos than you could count. And what is it? On the top shelf of the display case, on top of the Star Wars legos, there were colorful house legos and animals next to them, which you might think were related to animal crossing which might attract the attention of 5-year-old children.

You and Seonghwa went to the same university and met at the dance club. When you first met him, he was very quiet, buried in his book with a book by an unknown author in his hand and he was wearing the metal-framed glasses he was currently wearing, not communicating with anyone. Even though most people avoided communicating with him, you felt his potential in his eyes under those big glasses. You had initiated the first communication and asked him something about the star wars lego keychain hanging on his bag, and before you knew how the things had developed, he had pulled you into the back storage and made out with you. After a while, you started fucking after every dance lesson and became addicted to each other. You were nothing but a fuck buddy, but you'd still meet up at his house every once in a while to build Legos together like cute couple, and as you can imagine, your night would end up in his bed, trying to recover, with his cum dripping down between your legs.

Same thing today, you met at his house to play his favorite game, the two of you lying in bed while Seonghwa was playing Animal Crossing on his Nintendo. But you had made him horny without knowing why, and Seonghwa stopped his game, which was an unexpected move from him, and started eating you. Animal Crossing, where you played with Seonghwa, was still on on the TV and calm music was playing.

"Can you at least turn off that game? It's ruining the whole mood-" You were cut off by Seonghwa shoving your panties into your mouth. "Don't tire that beautiful mouth of yours by talking, you will be tired enough when I put my dick down your throat."

Who would believe that someone as nerdy as him could make you this wet? If you told your friends who knew him, they would all think you went crazy. But right now, you were in his bed with your legs wide open and you were dripping, Animal Crossing in front of you, Star Wars figures next to you, and a nerd Seonghwa losing himself between your legs.

When Seonghwa started using his fingers as well, you realized you wouldn't last long. He was eating you out and fingering you so professionally that you were seeing stars every time, your legs shaking uncontrollably and squirting on him. And so it was, the moment you felt his fingers inside you, curls them up and abusing your sweet spot while his tongue stimulates your clitoris, you couldn't hold back that ball that was growing in your belly any longer and you came into his mouth. Your voice came out as a muffled moan through your underwear in your mouth. "Oh but I couldn't hear you clearly, looks like we're going to do it again." He pulled the fabric from your mouth and kissed you hungryly. Since he still didn't remove his fingers from you, you continued to spasm uncontrollably around his fingers and began to squirm from the overstimulation.

"What is that? You got tired a little early for a slut like you. Open your legs." As you tried to close your legs, Seonghwa forced them open. When you closed them again, you were startled by the sound of him slapping your thigh hard. "You want to be a brat? Okay then." He let go of your legs and headed towards his desk. He opened his drawer, took the rope next to a lot of Animal crossing cards, closed the drawer hard and turned towards you. You held back your laughter when you saw the colored cards. He adjusted the thin metal-framed glasses that fell on the tip of his nose, found the end of the rope and started wrapping it around your wrists.

"Hwa, I'm getting rope burns, haven't you found that furry handcuff yet?" He tied the rope tightly around your wrists, he bent your leg towards you and brought your ankle closer to your hands and tied the rest of it to your ankles. "No I couldn't. And if you stop squirming, you won't get a burn." After tying your other side in the same way, he checked its strength and made sure that it was not loose. He looked at you, his masterpiece, from head to toe, then he spanked your pussy that you had forced open and exposed for him, and he moved towards your upper body. You let out a small scream at the sudden feeling of pain. He tied your upper body by looping the rope around your chest and tying it over your arm; so it stabilized your arms and prevented you from closing your legs.

"Now, what should we do with you?" You felt even wetter with the feeling of being restricted and having all your control in his hands. The feeling of emptiness inside you was becoming unbearable and if he didn't fuck you soon, you would start crying and whining from frustration. "Just fuck me already."

The left side of his mouth lifted up and laughed slyly. A deep chuckle escaped his throat. "No no, I won't give you what you want that easily." This time, he opened the drawer where he kept your toys under the previous drawer and took out the pink vibrator with remote control. When you think about what he did to you with it, your heart starts to lose its rhythm and the adrenaline in your body begins to tickle your pussy waiting to be filled. The vibrator that he play with you for hours and eventually makes you squirm from overstimulation and cry and beg him to stop...

"How about this? No coming until I finish my new lego set. If you come, I won't fuck you tonight. Understood?" "Wait, at least let me suck you." He moved the toy in his hand over your folds before inserting it inside you, collecting your wetness on the toy. "Are you that much of a cock slave? Is there a day you don't spend without sucking me? Can't that little belly of yours do without taking my cum?" Your face turned red because of his dirty words. Yes, there wasn't a day without sucking him, but there wasn't a day without him eating you either. You were considered equal in every way. After all, you were a fuck buddy and that was your purpose. "Please just let me take you in my mouth" He balled up the panties he had just taken out of your mouth and put it back into your mouth. "Just deal with it for now. You can do it, right? It shouldn't be too hard."

After laughing sarcastically, he moved the vibrator over your folds for the last time and put it inside you. You gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled. The fact that you didn't know when Seonghwa would start the toy and when he would stop it made you nervous and excited. After licking his fingers, which got wet because he inserted the vibrator inside you, and tasting you again, got up from you and took the lego bag next to his wardrobe and placed it on his desk. "Which one do you think I should do?" He took out the Lego sets one by one from the paper bag and showed them all to you. The hilarity of your current situation and the Animal Crossing music playing in the background almost made you laugh. You were thankful for the fabric over your mouth that prevented you from laughing.

"Oh that's it!" He took out the 1394-piece Ghost & Phantom II set from the bag and placed it on the table. When he took the remote control of the vibrator and started to turn it on at medium level, you first lost your breath and started to squirm in your place. But he tied the ropes so tightly that you couldn't move much.

"Remember, no coming until I finish this set." He opened the box and placed the contents on the table, looking at you who began to tremble slightly. “You look like a slut.” And you look like a freak you thought.

not just a distraction — park seonghwa

in which it’s too easy for the new literature professor to pick a favourite.

literature professor!park seonghwa x fem!reader. genre. fluff, angst. warnings. LEGAL teacher-student relationship, implies age-gap, an argument, suggestive, nickname (baby, angel, doll, princess). wc. 10.4k. rating. pg-13.

lilo’s notes. this is my comeback yessss~ anyways, this is part 1 of 2 because the next part will have some… fun activities >:) i hope you guys enjoy this, i’m sorry for being so inactive for the past month but i have lots for you guys to look forward to! excuse any errors i did not proofread this.

listening to. training wheels, melanie martinez / angel, kali uchis.

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the first class of the new literature course at your campus garnered the attention of quite a few of the students from the arts department.

there was, of course, a literature class that existed before that one, though a few students had been unhappy with it since the introduction of more contemporary works. the classic masterpieces, they thought (including you), should not be bunched together with colleen hoover.

with enough pressure, the faculty were able to introduce a new course; classic literature. the few students unhappy with the initial course switched into this course instead, delighted by the fact they were allowed to keep their previous credits. a completely new teacher had been hired too, stirring anticipation. all you knew of him was his name, given in the description of the course when you signed up.

so you found yourself in one of the many lecture halls, around fifty others surrounding you. when you walked in, the new professor was at the long chalk board at the front, looking down at a book in his hand while the other wrote something down. you tried catching a glimpse of him, but his positioning faced him away.

but from what you could see, he was quite slender. his grey slacks, neatly ironed, were secured around his hips by a thin black leather belt. his white button up seemed a little large, though it complimented him well, tucked into his trousers with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms elegantly—his blazer, a grey matching his slacks, shucked off and placed around the back of the chair at his desk. you could also see his hair was dark, a slight waviness to it, a little longer in the back.

finding the most convenient seat, you chose to sit in the left-most seat on the second row, next to a girl you recognised but couldn’t remember the name of even if you tried.

you catch a glimpse of professor park glancing down at his watch, prompting you to do the same. nine in the morning, on the dot.

“literature,” he starts, underlining the bold word on the chalkboard before turning around. and you nearly choke at the sight of his face.

he’s handsome, almost impossibly so, and a lot younger than all your other professores. dainty glasses sit atop the bridge of his nose, carefully placed strands of his hair framining his face as he begins pacing in front of the seats, making sure to look at each students individually.

“it’s many things, but at its core, it’s all about the manipulation of language. language, simply put, is food, nourishing literature. and so, with the intricacies of the art, literature becomes one of the sweetest passions known to man. because what is it if not love and hatred and disgust and every indescribable feeling thrown into a melting pot of prose.”

his voice is captivating, making you feel just a little lightheaded as you listen to his passion intently, all precise words and confidence as he paces, his hands clasped behind his back. you’re hanging off his every word, watching as he stops by his desk to place down the chalk.

it isn’t after a few moments that you realise you were admiring his hand, how it moves to elegantly. the way his fingers gently curl around the little white stick is almost artistic in itself.

he turns around, resting his hips against the edge of the mahogany desk behind him, legs crossed at his ankles and arms crossed over his chest. his eyes scan the room as he continues speaking, occasionally locking with yours. “is it not poetic? how morphemes, for example, or adjectives or conjunctions are the morsels of literature, small parts that are put together to create meaning? of course, something may be described in one word, but there’s something quite magical about being more metaphorical, more intimate.”

he catches you leaning forward in your chair slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips at how captivated you look before he schools his expression. but his focus is quickly redirected when another student raises his hand.

“yes?” professor park pushes himself off the desk, clasping his hands behind his back.

“professor,” he begins—you recognise him as a jock that calls himself dylan, but you know it’s not his real name and he’s probably here to fulfil a requirement to keep him on the volleyball team—his tone incredulous, “don’t you think all this romanticisation of literature is a bit dramatic? we don’t need fancy words to describe everything.”

professor park arches his eyebrow, a soft huff escaping his nose as he took steps in the direction of dyland’s seat. “dramatic? perhaps,” he nodded, eyes fixed on him, “however, as a literature professor, i enjoy the romanticisation of it. my job is to introduce others to the passion that is literature, and therefore i will romanticise it all i wish… what is your name?”

“it’s, uh, dylan?”

his eyebrow quirked once more as he gave the jock a once over, evaluating him. “i see… well, dylan, have you ever felt the rush of emotion when reading something truly spectacular? have you ever read a sentence and felt it like a punch in your chest or a sudden breath of fresh air?”

dylan’s opens his mouth to respond before he is interrupted with a raise if professor park’s palm. “think before you answer, please.”

you nearly laughed at his baffled look, never having seen him so silent, pondering the question for a moment before answering. “well, yes i have.” he answers honestly, earning a nod of approval.

“describe that feeling for me. can you find the correct words to explain the way you felt in that moment?”

dylan tries to explain it the best he can, but your teacher only shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “close, but no. see, it’s difficult putting into words such strong emotions no matter how many synonyms of ‘joyful’ you use.”

he turns away from him to address the rest of the class. “and that is the beauty of literature—it can be used to describe the most indescribable feeling, stringing together individually meaningless words to create something so much more.”

you smile at that, enjoying the link he made. your eyes meet for another moment, a split second that made heat rise to your cheeks under his perceptive gaze. but you blink and his pretty brown eyes are gone.

he takes a moment’s pause, glancing over at the clock in the room before finally addressing the rest of the class again. “i want an assignment from each of you by next class that demonstrates the true beauty of the language we know. it can be anything you feel like writing. a short story, a narrative, an essay, a poem,” his eyes flick over to land on you once again, “i want to see the feeling you want to convey in this written form. and i don’t just mean the happy feelings—get raw and descriptive. write something from the heart.”

the class is dismissed and you pack up your things, heading out but not before trying to catch another glimpse of him in the moving horde of students.

though you hadn’t noticed it, throughout the lecture his eyes lingered on you as well. of course, there were so many students for him to focus on, but none of them seemed quite as captivated as you. judging by the evident fascination on your face as he spoke, he knew you understood every word he said. unlike dylan, apparently.

the next class is on friday, four days away. you take that time or write the assignment. instead of writing a story or a poem, you decide on writing an essay. something where you can really write without the constraints of sticking to a plot. when you’re not in any of your other classes, you’re at your shared house, writing. and if your roommate is being too loud, you take the short bike ride to campus, sitting in your usual corner in the library, also writing.

by the time friday comes around, it’s ready and you’re happy with it, confident in your works as you walk into the lecture hall between some other students. you follow them as they stop at his desk, placing their papers on a stack of other turned in assignments, following suit before sitting at the same seat as last time; far left, second row. this time there’s more people sat at the front, whispering and giggling as they gaze at the professor.

he’s sat at his desk, a similar suit to last like on except a beige colour. his glasses are off and placed on the wooden desk, a book partially obscuring his face as he reads and waits for it to be nine on the dot.

he can vaguely hear the students talking amongst themselves as he reads, but he doesn’t pay it too much mind. it was normal. a lot of his students found him attractive, and that was clear just by the way they talked while he was around. after a while, he glances up at the time, noting it was almost time for class to begin.

he closes his book, setting it off to the side before standing up behind the desk. his hands clasp behind his back.

he glances around the room as more students trickle in and take their seats. he notices you at the second row almost immediately, and he can’t help the small smile that crosses his face. he lets his eyes roam over you for a second before he looks away, noticing the other students chattering in their seats. he clears his throat, loud enough to make them stop and look at him.

“good morning, class.” he says loudly, glancing around once more before resuming, “i’ll be looking over your assignments after class, but for today i’d alike to talk about some literary devices. i know this is classic literature and you’re all expecting to be reading classics, but some groundwork should be set before we jump into analyses. for example, can anyone tell me what a hyperbole is? any guesses?”

he scans the room, as if challenging one of the students to answer. the students in the class are quiet, no one wanting to take the challenge. he hums after a couple minutes and walks around to the front of the desk to lean against the edge of it.

“no one? how about you,” he suddenly says, nodding to you.

you blink, taken aback by the fact he chose you in the sea of fifty-something students. after clearing your throat, you simply say, “an exaggeration, sir.”

he gives a small nod of approval, a smile accompanying it. he expected you to know it, one of the most basic terms in the subject, but could he really be blamed if he just wanted to hear your lovely voice?

“that’s correct. a hyperbole is an exaggeration. it’s also a useful tool in literature to convey specific emotions. i’m sure you’ve come across sentences such as... ‘i could kill him’ or ‘i can’t believe it. this assignment was a literal death sentence.’” he adds the last part in a joking manner, and the few students in the room who were paying attention let out a quiet bout of snickers. he gives you one last small smile before moving on.

he spends the rest of the lesson talking about all sorts of techniques used to enhance literature and the effects they have on the readers. sibilance creates a smooth flow and double entendres are often used to amuse the reader.

nearing the end of the class, he instructs everyone to start on their reading of “the picture of dorian gray” by oscar wilde while he starts going through the turned in assignments. you pull out the book, having borrowed it from the library the other day. you’ve read it before, but it was entertaining enough for you to be willing to read it again, leaning back in your seat comfortably as you flip to the first page.

professor park gets through the first couple of assignments, grading them and adding comments here and there. he finds your essay on the third assignment, and glances up to look at you sitting at your seat, reading so serenely. he takes the time to look you over for a moment before his focus turns to your paper in his hand. he can’t help the slight curiosity as to what you have written, so he begins reading.

he can tell from the quality of the writing alone what kind of writer you were. not like the others, you weren’t rushing with each sentence. no, each word was well thought out, each word placed delicately in the paragraph. it was obvious you had taken the time to write it, and it was obvious that you enjoyed writing even before he finishes reading the introduction. there is passion in the way you laid out your paragraphs. the way it seems so effortless for such words to spill onto your pages.

he finds himself rereading some of the sentences and paragraphs, just to see the way you had worded things. the way you describe how literature can make a person feel could be compared to a piece of art itself. a smile tugs at his lips as he finished reading, having become completely entranced in what you had written. he wanted more, he wanted to read even more of your writing, see more of your passion, more of you. he had expected to have to read through mindless writing but instead he had been surprised by something actually worthwhile.

at the end, he writes a decently-sized comment, a perfect grade circled in his black ink right below.

as he dismisses the class, it takes you a moment to register his words and the people filing out of the hall around you. but once you do, you fold over the corner of the page you’re on and start packing away your items.

as the class is now empty, the only person left in the room besides himself is you. he watches from behind the desk as you pack up your things, noticing the slight hesitation in your movements when you glance towards him. he takes a moment to just watch you before speaking up, his voice firm and clear.

“stay a moment, if you don’t mind.”

you glance up at him before looking around, making sure he was speaking to you before you nod, taking the steps down from the second row to the first, standing at the end of the seats expectantly.

he picks up something from his desk before making his way over to you, his long legs carrying him effortlessly.

he studies your face for a moment, holding up the stapled stack of papers that were your essay. he takes in your features as he speaks, his tone softer now that you’re alone, “you enjoy literature, i take it?”

you glance at the papers before meeting his eyes again, heat rising to your face at the realisation that his full attention was on you. that he was standing so close, just a step away, looking down at you ever so slightly. you give him a nod.

he hums softly in acknowledgement, his eyes looking at your face curiously. he can see the flush of your cheeks clearly, the way you’re keeping your gaze averted from his for the most part.

he glances down at the paper in his hand, tapping it against his fingers gently before looking back at you.

“your assignment. i read it,” he starts, flipping through the pages absentmindedly to keep him from staring at you too long, “it’s quite well written, and i can see the care you put into the language of it. i enjoyed reading it.”

he watches as your eyes queen ever so slightly, a certain sparkle that does not go unnoticed by him; can see the gears turning in your head as you take in his words, your face growing to an endearing mix of shy and embarrassed. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what he was feeling, couldn’t describe it in any way other than a bloom of warmth in his chest, akin to familiarity.

“oh, thank you, sir.” you smile at him lightly, having been worried you were in trouble and about to be in the receiving end of his scolding.

he hums again, still looking at your face. he can’t help the slight grin that forms on his face as he hears you call him ‘sir.’ he liked the sound of it coming from you. he glances down at the paper again before speaking again, holding the stack out to you.

“i should be thanking you, really. you seem to be the only one to have put some effort into it,” he gave you a soft smile before nodding towards the door, “you may go now, i’ll see you next class.”

you smile and nod, giving him a slight bow before straightening up again. “have a nice day, sir.” and with that you leave, making a beeline to leave campus since you didn’t have anything else to do for the day.

the next time you see him is on monday, in class. he teaches as usual, introducing some context for the book you’re all supposed to be reading. he doesn’t talk to you during the class, though occasionally his eyes find yours and you can’t help but think they soften ever so slightly.

soon enough, you pick up on the fact that you have a similar routine on wednesday evenings. usually, you stay in the campus library for a little longer on those days, whether it’s to read or to work. you like it then because there’s usually barely anyone there, the library big enough for the students that are there to disperse out of each other’s views.

you notice him on your way in, talking to the librarian with a stack of three or four books on the counter. but sometimes you’d see him at a table or couch, or browsing through the shelves. and each time you smile at the sight of him before making your way straight to the second floor, ducking between some bookshelves on the far end to sit in your usual seat.

this may be your favourite spot on campus, maybe the whole city. a little sofa tucked against a big window, two bookshelves—historical fiction—on either side hiding you from the prying eyes of your peers. at this time, the sunlight is just right, a copper glow feeding the two little plants on the windowsill and providing a warmth that felt like a blanket on a cold winter day. it wasn’t too bright, able to look outside without squinting your eyes, enough light to read comfortably. there’s also a little round table that you use to place your laptop on if you need to work, though often you push it aside, favouring to relax on the plush sofa against the soft pillow and get lost in the pages of whatever book you got your hands on.

he’s noticed you there before, on his way to pick up a book from the bibliography section, right next to the historical fiction section where you resided. he soon comes to notice your form among the bookshelves that he passes by, doing a double take before he forces himself to continue along his way. when he finishes the bibliography exactly a week later, he offers to bring it back to its previous spot; in reality, he just wanted to see whether or not you’d be there again.

and sure enough, you were. and he slows down in his movements, looking at the way you’re curled up comfortably in the sofa.

he finds himself watching you silently from a distance for a while, just watching you flip to the next page in your book as you lay comfortably against the pillow, to absorbed in the story to notice him. you look completely at ease there, he finds himself thinking. the sunlight from the window seems to caress your features softly, and a part of him wondered what it would be like to be the sunlight for once, to touch your skin so softly and admire the details of it.

he watches you for a while, taking in your expressions as you turn the pages, before deciding to make his presence known. he takes a step, his leather shoes clunking against the polished wooden floors, “mind if i join you?”

your eyes dart up at the sound of his voice, flinching as you were caught off guard. once his words process, you offer him a smile, nodding as you retract your feet from the sofa to make some space for him. “yeah, of course, professor.”

he smiles warmly at your reply, settling into the newly available space on the sofa. now sitting, he realizes just how small the space is. it’s a two seater, so he ends up sitting very close to you, his side pressed right up to the armrest to prevent from being pressed against you. he glances at your face, noting the small reaction you had when you weren’t expecting him to approach. cute.

he leans back a little to get comfortable on the sofa. it’s quiet between them for a moment, both of them looking outside or at their books. the silence isn’t awkward, he finds. in fact, he quite enjoyed it in such proximity to you. he turns his gaze to watch your face, studying you; the curve of your nose, your lips that are pulled into a frown ever so slightly as you concentrate. his gaze then flicks down, to your sweatpants-clad legs tucked under you on the sofa, and lower to the hand holding the book.

you sit together in silence for a while, reading your respective books. you can’t stop yourself from glancing up at him occasionally, however, just wanting to catch a glimpse of his soft hair or perfect plump lips or the slope of his neck.

but when the sun go too low and the lights too dim and you could barely keep your eyes open, you let out a soft yawn, stretching. he glances up, opening his mouth to say something before his throat suddenly feel to dry to produce any words, distracted by the arch of your back and the curves of your hips. you look so inviting.

“tired?” he manages to force out with a slight chuckle, watching you slump back into your seat. he has the urge to brush away the stray hairs that fall over your cheeks.

you glance at him, nodding as you pull yourself off the couch for one last stretch before gathering your stuff and facing him. “i should probably head home,” you mutter.

“alright,” he pushes himself off the couch, closing his book, “i’ll walk you out.”

too tired to argue and insist he didn’t have to, you just nod, turning on your heels to walk out of the shelves, waiting at the end for him. the walk is silent, holding your breath and heart thumping in your chest each time his fingers brush against the back of your hand as you walk side by side.

this became a new routine. every wednesday, you’d find him or he’d find you, sitting in the little brown leather couch. and you’d stay there together for a while, talking or laughing or working or reading. there was no longer an awkward space separating the two of you, happily resting against each other, far from worried that anyone would see.

neither of you mentioned it, but it was the elephant in the room. you didn’t know what to call it, whatever was happening between you. but it felt good, it made you want to cling to his shirt and bury your face into the warm curve of his neck and never let go. but you couldn’t, no matter how much either of you wanted to.

and as the lines between professor and student blurred, you found yourself looking forward to your wednesdays with him.

and so did he. still, he often thought about how he behaved around you, like it was a secret meant for him and you and you and him.

the way he would find himself sitting closer and closer to you. the way he’d find his gaze lingering on you for too long. the way his mind would wander on how it would feel to run his fingers through your hair, trails them along your thighs. oh, how badly he wants to feel your skin against his own. the idea of what he was doing was dangerous, foolish for someone of his position.

but it’s hard to care when you’re right there next to him, in the soft light that makes your skin glow, your face relaxed and content as you read beside him.

one particular friday evening, it’s pouring, and you’re standing outside under where the roof of the humanities building entrance protruded, protecting me from the rain. this morning you had decided to walk to school instead taking the bike, though you suppose it wouldn’t have been much better with a bike.

your shoes are already wet from the puddle you had accidentally stepped into on your way out, your clothes soaked from having walked into the rain for a minutes as you hug your messenger bag close to your chest.

he’s on his way to his car when he spots you standing by the doorway, and he frowns as he notices you, soaked from the rain that pours mercilessly. he glances around, noticing the lack of anyone nearby thanks to the weather, before making his way towards you.

he stops a few steps in front of you, opening his umbrella to block the rain above both of you. "what are you doing standing out in the rain?"

“i walked to school this morning,” you look from him to the pouring rain, just a step away, “didn’t check the weather.”

he takes you in for a moment, taking in the way your clothes are sticking to you, your hair slightly damp. a small part of him found it quite adorable to see you like this.

"you’re soaked," he says, his voice firm and concerned, "you’re going to get sick like this." as if on cue, a shiver racks through your body. he notices, his expression softening as he takes a step closer, offering his free hand. “come on, i’ll drive you home.”

“oh, you really don’t have to,” you smile at him, grateful at his offer, worried about getting his car wet with your clothes, “i can just wait here until the rain stops.”

his eyes narrow slightly, taking your wrist lightly. "don’t be ridiculous," he scolds, "you’ll freeze to death if i leave you here."

you blink at him, not used to being on the receiving end of his firm tone. his concern making the corners of your lips tug up, you sighed softly, nodding, “alright, lead the way.”

a small smirk pulls at his lips as he watches you relent, giving in to his words. he steps to your side, releasing your wrist and putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the parking lot.

he pulls a tissue from his pocket, unfolding it and using it to gently pat your face. you giggle softly at his attempts to dry your face, reaching one of your hands up to take the handkerchief, your fingers brushing against each other before you dry your face yourself, your other hand helping him hold the umbrella in the strong wind, hand a little lower than his on the handle.

he looks at you with a small smile as his hand rests on the umbrella’s handle, moving to cover yours. his hand is a little bigger and warmer than yours. but as he guides you further towards the parking lot, he notices you shivering again, the cold air starting to get to you.

"if you get a cold, it’s your fault." he teases slightly, pulling you closer to his side, making you stumble a little before you regain your footing.

“oh no, i won’t be able to attend your 9 am lecture on monday, whatever will i do?” you gasp dramatically, holding back a laugh as you joke around, instinctively glancing around in case anyone saw. but everyone was gone, rushing home in the midst of the downpour.

he lets out a low laugh at your dramatic response, rolling his eyes playfully at you.

"stop that," he chastises, his hand on your waist keeping you from falling. it was hard to miss the nervous looks your threw around, and he knew exactly why.

“hm?” you glance up at him as he stops in front of what you assume is his car. it’s a black mercedes, sleek and modern. you clasp your hands behind your back, tilting your head, “no idea what you’re talking about.”

he pushes open the passenger door of his car, gesturing for you to get in. he shakes his head slightly with a scoff, his gaze raking down your figure for just a moment.

“sure you don’t,” he says in a slightly teasing tone, “just get in the car, angel.”

you blush lightly at the nickname but shake your thoughts away, looking down at the leather passengers seat before looking up at him again “but i’ll get your seat wet and mess it up.”

it takes him a moment to process your words, distracted by how the flush of your cheeks makes you look even lovelier. the thought that he was able to make you blush like that because of a simple nickname makes him bite back a giddy smile.

he shakes his head. “i’ll take my chances. just get in, you’re shivering.”

you don’t move for a moment, weighing your options; get his seat a little wet, or walk in the rain. deciding the former is obviously the better choice, you thank him silently as you slip into the passenger seat, securing your seatbelt after resting your bag in your lap

he shuts the door behind you and circles the car, walking to the driver’s side. his steps are a little rushed, eager to get out of the rain and into the warmth of the car.

he gets in the car, pulling the door shut behind him before he looks over at you. you sit quietly, your head down and hands in your lap.

it’s silent for a brief moment before he speaks up. “i’m gonna need your address, you know.”

“oh, right.” you hum, leaning forward to the screen on the dashboard to type in your address. it takes some effort, your muscles mostly focused on your legs as you try not to seat my full weight in an attempt to not ruin his seat despite what he said earlier.

he says absolutely nothing, his gaze glued to the arch of your back. he swallows hard, clenching his jaw as he keeps his eyes trained on you, fighting the urge to reach a hand and touch you.

he clears his throat, “just lean back into the seat.”

before you can protest, he’s pushing down on your thigh until you’re fully seated. you give him a playful glare as you finish typing the address. it’s just over a five-minute drive, while walking in this weather would’ve taken you nearly twenty.

he looks at you with a chuckle, his hand still on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

“now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he jokes, giving your thigh a tap before pulling his hand away, turning the ignition on and pulling out of the parking space.

the drive to your place is quiet except for the sound of the rain outside. he has the heat on full blast to keep you warm. every now and then he glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

the heat makes you shudder, holding your fingers up to the air to warm them up a bit.

he can’t help as his mind thinks of how cute you look, all bundled up with your bag in your lap. and the urge to touch you, god, the urge to run his fingers through your hair.

“we’re almost there, don’t worry,” he mutters as he tears his gaze away from you.

“hey, um,” you start after a few moments of silence, glancing at him, “if you want, you can come up and we could have some coffee or tea or something together. if my roommate doesn’t mind, which she probably won’t, she’s really nice so i wouldn’t worry. but you don’t have to if you don’t want to! i just, uh, wanna thank you properly… for this.”

he watches with a fond smile as you ramble, stopping at a red light. he’s about to accept the offer, tell you that he’d love to, but the realisation of your roommate being there changes things, his expression turning solemn.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea…” he mumbles, avoiding your piercing eyes.

your brows furrow ever so slightly, a frown threatening to override your features. “why not?”

he swallows, pulling over in front of the address you had typed into the gps.

“i’m your professor,” he starts, his tone firm, “it would be unprofessional if we’re caught.”

he hopes you can’t notice the way he’s gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary.

“that hasn’t stopped you so far, though,” you muse, chuckling lightly despite your confusion of his suddenly change in sentiments, trying to ease the tension.

“but don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that we’ve been sitting together in the library every week, completely hidden away?” he mutters, “if someone saw us, someone who didn’t know, it would look bad. this could be worse.”

“i thought you liked being there with me…” his words get to you this time, actually frowning as you turn to look out the window instead of at him, noticing you were in front of your house.

shit.

he mentally berates himself upon noticing the slight change in your expression, realizing with a pang of guilt that his words bothered you, having come out the wrong way.

“oh, angel,” he starts, letting go of the steering wheel. his hand reaches for you, and before he can stop himself, it’s cradling your face.

“i do. i like being with you there,” he sighs, gently pulling your face to make you look at him, his thumb caressing your cheek. “you have no idea how much i enjoy it.”

his touch on your face feels warm, and his words even warmer as his directs you to look at him. you don’t say anything.

he’s not used to this, to you being quiet and still. he’s too used to your carefree self being full of jokes and laughter. he doesn’t like you like this, looking at him with disappointment written on your face.

“what i meant is,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb moving across your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his, “i’m just worried about your roommate.”

“i like spending time with you, princess,” he continues, his tone firmer this time, “i like it a lot, alright?”

your frown eases at his words, nodding as you answer in a whisper, “okay.”

he lets out a small sigh of relief, his fingers tracing down from your chin to the side of your neck, and then your collarbone. he gently caresses your skin with the lightest of touch, letting the pad of his fingertip graze your skin.

he tries to ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him to tug you across the console and kiss you. he shouldn’t.

he shakes himself out of his thoughts, pulling his hand away reluctantly. glancing out the window, he sees your place right in front of him.

“we’re here,” he murmurs, looking back at you. his gaze softens when he sees the remnants of the frown still on your face, and his hand gently reaches out to give your thigh a light squeeze.

“come on,” he says quietly, “let’s go.”

you look out the window before nodding, unbuckling and stepping out, walking to your front door as he accompanies you with an umbrella. you rummage around in your bag, trying to find the keys. groaning as you realise you were in such a rush this morning you must’ve forgotten them in the bowl where you and your roommate place your keys so you don’t lose them. with a sigh, you ring the doorbell, waiting for her to answer.

but she never comes. and that’s when you realise she had the late shift at work today. you groan, frustrated as you thump your forehead against the wooden door.

great, he thinks to himself as he watches you struggle trying to get inside. and then you turn around, with a frustrated sigh, and a thump of the door.

he can’t help but feel like the world is against him. the universe wants to punish him, to test his limits.

he bites the inside of his cheek, watching you and listening to you as you mutter about your locked door.

“i don’t have my keys, my roommate isn’t home,” you explain, kicking the door light before burying your face in your hands, your voice a little muffled, “oh, i’m so sorry, hwa.”

he stands there, watching you explain your situation, and he fights back a smile at your last sentence.

hwa*.*

he likes it when you call him that. spending three months growing closer, you’ve evidently given each other little nicknames.

he glances over at the parked car behind him, before back at you. “do you need a place to stay?” he asks, trying to keep his tone neutral again.

“i don’t wanna bother you too much,” you shake your head, running your hands over your face “please, i can just wait here for her to get back.”

he doesn’t like how you’re trying to push him away. frowning, watching you as you shake your head and run your hands over your face in defeat. he closes the distance between you, taking hold of your wrists and pulling your hand away from your face gently.

“it’s pouring,” he reminds you, “your clothes are soaking wet. and you think you can just sit here on the front porch until your roommate comes back?”

“i don’t want to inconvenience you any more,” you murmur, your hands relaxing as he pulls your wrists away from your face.

his chest tightens at your words, at how stubborn you’re being. he sighs.

“you’re not inconveniencing me,” he insists, “i’d feel better knowing you’re inside with dry clothes and a warm drink than out here soaked to the bone.”

you contemplate his offer for a moment before sighing, nodding, “okay, if you insist.”

his heart nearly skips a beat at your agreement, and it takes all his willpower not to visibly show the relief that washes over him.

he tightens his hold on your wrist for a moment, before gently guiding you back to his car. he opens the passenger door for you, waiting until you get in before he shuts the door and circles around to the driver’s side.

he starts the ignition again, the warm air blasting through the vents yet again. you hold your hands in front of the hot air again, glancing over as you hear his door open and close as he slips. “in is it a long drive?”

he lets out a scoff, looking over to you with a teasing smile. “it’s a whole two minute drive. i’ll try not to bore you too much.”

he turns back to the window, pulling out of the parking spot. the rain starts again, and the sound of it pounds against window before he turns on the wipers.

“oh dear me, i can already feel myself falling asleep,” you slump your head back and pretend to snore, back to being playful.

he turns to look at you, watching your dramatics with a fond grin. “shut up, you,” he says, reaching out to pinch your side gently.

you giggle as he pinches your side, opening your eyes again to look out the window, watching buildings and cars glide past as he drives smoothly. true to his word, just a few minutes later he’s pulling into the underground parking lot of an apartment building.

he parks in front of a spot numbered ‘407’, cutting the ignition as soon as he does.

he glances at you briefly before nodding almost to himself.

“come on,” he says with a jerk of his chin, gesturing for you to follow as he gets out of the car.

his longer strides have him walking faster than usual, and it takes him a conscious effort to slow down for you to keep up.

he presses the ‘up’ button and the elevator doors part within seconds. he steps into the elevator, holding the door open for you to enter.

it’s a silent ride up. his mind is racing, though he doesn’t show it outwardly. his hands are in his pocket, and he keeps his eyes trained on the blinking numbers signifying each floor.

the elevator dings and the doors open and he steps out without looking back to see if you’re following, striding down the hallway, making a turn to a door marked ‘407’.

he fishes for his keys in his pocket, pulling them out before unlocking and opening the door as you look around the empty hallway, your gaze lingering on the mass-produced paintings hanging on the wall that he knows can be seen on every other floor of this building.

the apartment is spacious, with plenty of open floor space for the front room. the color scheme is simple and neat, with a large armchair and a small couch that sits in front of a flat screen tv, as well as a wooden coffee table.

he steps in, taking a moment to kick his shoes off and set his stuff down. he looks over his shoulder, watching you step into the apartment as he places his umbrella in the umbrella rack and hangs up his coat.

you grimace as your shoes squelch when you step in, muttering apologies as you take them off and leave them outside of the door in the hallway instead, not wanting to mess up his flooring.

he raises an eyebrow, watching you as you leave your wet shoes in the hall. he’s about to say something when he’s interrupted by the sound of a small meow.

a ball of black fur appears at his feet, nuzzling against his ankle, and he smiles, scooping the cat into his arms without a word.

he scratches behind the cat's ears as it purrs in his arms, the sound of its soft mews filling the room. he can see a hint of confusion on your face, watching the cat with interest as he holds it, its front paws resting on his chest.

"his name is kuma," he explains, bringing the cat up to his face and letting it rub against his cheek.

you nearly melt at the sight, stepping into the house with wet socks as you coo at the cat, the front door falling shut behind you automatically. “i didn’t know you have a cat.”

he has to physically stop himself from grinning as you nearly swoon at the sight of his cat, covering up his smile with a cough. he shakes his head, lowering the cat gently to the floor. it runs over in your direction, nuzzling against your ankles much like it did to him moments ago, before disappearing down the hallway into the heart of the apartment.

"i got him a couple months back," he says, taking in the sight of your soaked clothes once more. he lets out a sigh, tilting his head toward the hall.

he glances down at your feet, eyeing your soaked socks, before looking back up to your face.

"you can shower if you'd like. I can lend you some clothes to change into," he says, pointing down the hall toward the bedroom.

“oh, yes please,” you nod, relieved that he offered instead of you having to ask.

he nods and starts down the hallway, motioning for you to follow him. as you follow, you look around. just like his car, the design of his apartment is sleek and modern, glowing in warmth as he uses a variety of floor lamps and shelf lamps to light up the interior instead of headache-inducing overhead lights. the furniture and walls are light in colour, a variety of whites and beiges.

it’s an open floor plan, the kitchen and living grouped together, separated by a counter island and some stools. the countertops of the kitchen have a glossy white finish, everything clean. a narrow hallway leads to some three doors, which you assume are his bedroom, a bathroom, and guest bedroom or office.

he stops first in front of a door, where the cat lies on the floor, tail flicking back and forth. he bends down to pet the cat briefly.

"that's the bathroom. the towels are in there. I'm just going to grab some clothes for you," he says, giving you a quick glance before striding away toward the bedroom.

your eyes follow him as he walks away, before letting out a soft yelp at the feeling of something furry wrapping around your ankle. looking down, you realise it’s kuma, giggling as you crouch down to pet him.

he returns a few moments later, taking a moment to watch as you play with his cat so nicely before clearing his throat, making you stand back up as he hands you the stack of clothes.

“feel free to use whatever you need in there,” he nods towards the bathroom door, “you can leave your clothes in the basket, i’ll put them in the laundry later.”

“thank you, hwa.” you grin at him, accepting the clothing before disappearing into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

you shower with warm water, relaxing every muscle in your body as you wash off the rain. without any other choices, you’re left to use his shampoo. it smells of him, a deep vanilla. when you finish, you dry off and change into the clothes he brought, using your own previous undergarments as he obviously didn’t have those on hand.

the clothes are quite large on you, hanging off your body as you tighten the string of the sweatpants. you pat your hair partially dry with the towel before tossing everything in the laundry basket, stepping out to go to the living room.

only to see he wasn’t there. shrugging, you figure he’ll return soon as you flop onto the couch, kuma coming to sit with you after a moment. you sprawl out a bit as you realise just how spacious the couch is, the cat padding all over your body, playing with the drawstrings of the hoodie he gave you before curling up on your stomach.

meanwhile, he’s in the shower of his bedroom’s en-suite bathroom attempting to get himself together, both physically and mentally. the water feels amazing on his skin as it beats down on him, and he tries to relax his muscles as he lathers shampoo in his hair.

but his mind keeps going back to you, and how you’re probably already in his living room.

wearing his clothes.

he sighs, leaning his head against the shower wall as he tries to push those thoughts out of his mind. he stands there for what feels like hours, letting the hot water hit his skin before shutting off the shower and stepping out. he dries himself off, quickly drying his hair enough so that it’s not dripping all over his floor before he getting in record time, pulling on an old pair of sweats and a loose black shirt.

he takes another deep breath, opening the bathroom door as he ruffles his damp hair. he starts to make his way toward the living room, hoping that you’re just as nervous as he is.

he turns the corner and enters the living room, nearly freezing in his place at the sight of you sitting on the couch with kuma. you look good. comfortable.

by the time he makes it back, you’d be kuma are no longer sitting calmly, practically rolling around on the couch as you try to get away from the playful punches of his paws. he feels his heart flutter at the sight and the sound of your laughter.

there’s just something about seeing you getting along with his cat that makes his heart nearly skip a beat. he silently watches from the hall for a moment, just gazing at the two of you playing together before clearing his throat to make his presence known.

you look up at the sound, grinning at him stupidly. you glance at his clothes, noting that he’s wearing comfortable clothes now rather than his usual suits. “oh, hey,” you say between giggles as kuma continues to jump all over you.

his heart stutters at the sight of your grins and the sound of your giggles, at the joyful look on your face. he swallows, forcing his arms to cross over his chest to keep himself from reaching out and pulling you against him.

trying to appear nonchalant even though he’s having a hard time doing so, he walks over to the couch, standing at the end of the coffee table and looking down at you.

“seems like you’re having fun together,” he remarks with a slight nod towards kuma.

“uh huh,” you nod before squealing, covering your face as kuma’s paws swat against your cheek, attacking you, your stomach hurting from laughing.

he lets out a scoff, watching kuma pawing at you and your failed attempts to shield your face from the attacks. he can’t help but let a small smile settle on his face, his heart fluttering again at the sight of you two.

“he’s playing rough,” he comments with a smile, walking to the couch and plopping down beside you.

you crawl over to his other side, hiding your face under his arms as kuma chases, “help me, hwa.”

his heart skips a beat as you hide under his arm, ducking away from the harmless kitten. he can’t help but laugh, finding the situation both endearing and adorable.

“I think you can handle kuma, doll,” he teases, grinning down at you as you continue to use him as a human shield.

“he’s a beast,” you try to sound serious, your voice muffled against his sleeve as kuma starts attacking him instead.

“he’s not that bad,” he teases, grabbing the cat by his little body and lifting him up in front of his face, “see? look at this face. he’s not even one bit menacing.”

“that’s the face of evil!” you exclaim, sitting up and placing the back of your hand on your forehead to fall into his lap dramatically, feigning death, my body draped over his thighs faced down.

he looks down at you as you go limp against him, and he can’t help but laugh at your antics.

“don’t be so dramatic,” he grins. he lets kuma go, watching as he climbs down your combined bodies to muzzle against your cheek before moving away to curl up in his usual spot in the corner of the couch. “i think he’s gonna end up liking you more than me.”

“good,” you hum, closing your eyes and relaxing in his lap, forearm under your chin so it doesn’t dig into his legs.

he rolls his eyes jokingly, resting his hand on your back and tracing down your spine, “very funny.”

you chuckle at his response, sighing softly, content where you are. in the privacy of his home, you’re not scared of being affectionate, especially not as his hand traces down to rest against the small of your back, eliciting a faint shudder.

his heart hammers in his chest as his hand trails further down to the back of your thigh, the feeling of your plump flesh beneath the fabric, under his touch igniting something in him. he has to remind himself to breathe, trying to control the rush of blood that is steadily flowing downward.

enjoying the feeling of his hand kneading the back of your thigh, you go a little silent before turning to look up at him, a question that’s been balancing on the top of my tongue for three months finally spilling out.

“hwa… what exactly are we? what is this?” you point between the two of you as you mutter the question.

his hand freezes the second he hears it. he’s been avoiding that question since the two of your really started seeing each other every wednesday months ago, but he knows he can’t anymore. not when it’s thrown straight at his face.

he takes a deep breath, avoiding your gaze for a moment. he lets the silence sit for a few more seconds as he considers his answer, then looks down at you.

“i don’t know,” he mutters, his hand moving to rest on your waist, “i’ve been asking myself the same thing.”

“well, what is this to you then?” you ask softly, sitting up to be eye level with him, kneeling beside him.

the question sounds more demanding coming from you face to face, eye to eye, and his heart is beating fast enough that he fears you can hear it. he swallows, looking into your eyes.

“a distraction,” he mutters, his gaze flitting to your lips for a moment before going back to your eyes, preparing his next words.

but before he can continue, you visibly deflate at his answer, sitting back as i nod. a distraction. “i see,” you tear your gaze away from him, getting up, making his hand drop from you, “i’m gonna go to bed, wheres the guest room?”

he feels his heart twist at the sight of you leaving his touch, a dejected look on your face.

he’s never seen you back off so quickly before. not like this. he watches you get up and stand over him, a step too far for him to reach for you agajn, his heart tightening in his chest.

“wait, doll-“ he starts, reaching out to take your hand.

“what? you said what you said.”

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters, his tone firmer. he stands up from the couch, towering over you. he holds a hand out to you. “come here, please.”

“then how else could you possibly mean it,” you scoff lightly, eying his hand but not taking it.

“listen, doll,” he mutters, holding back a huff of frustration. “you can’t seriously think that I would call this a distraction,” he gestures between the two of you. “a distraction. you really think that you are just a distraction to me?”

“well is that not what you said?” you mutter, trying to prevent your lips from trembling as a lump latches itself onto your throat.

he lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. he reaches out and grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him. he can feel the tension in your body, and he hates it. he hates himself for causing it.

“you didn’t let me finish. i didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters, looking directly into your eyes, resting your hands in his chest. “you’re not just some random, meaningless distraction to me.”

your fingers flex slightly as he holds them up to his chest, right over his heart, “then tell me how you really feel about me if i’m not a distraction”

he looks into your eyes, holding onto your wrists firmly but gently, his thumbs rubbing against your skin, the inside of your wrists.

he’s never seen you like this before. this vulnerable and open in front of him. he can feel the tension in your body, the stiffness in your shoulders and the tightness in your jaw.

he wants to smooth out those frowning lines on your face, erase that look of uncertainty in your eyes.

“you’re more than just a distraction to me,” he mutters. “you’re an obsession. you’re all i think about, doll. i think about you constantly. i don’t know how else to describe it other than an obsession,” he continues, his voice getting softer as he speaks. “i can’t shake you. you’ve gotten in my head and you’ve been living in there rent free for months and you refuse to get out. even when i try to ignore you,” he lets out a scoff, looking into your eyes, “even when i pretend to ignore you, you’re still there. you don’t leave my mind.”

his heart races as the words spill out of his mouth, like there’s a dam bursting inside of him. the feelings that he’s been bottling up for months finally coming out, and he doesn’t want to stop, letting those words tumble out and onto you. he can see that you’re listening intently, that you’re listening intently as his grip on your wrists tightens, almost as if he’s scared that you’re going to run away from him.

“you’ve got me so distracted i can barely focus on anything that doesn’t involve you,” he admits in a low voice, glancing down at your wrists. “i can’t even teach my own goddamn class without thinking about you.”

you’re speechless, even as he finishes, staring up at him with wide dumbfounded eyes, feeling his hammering heart beneath your fingertips just as how he feels yours under his as his thumbs continue to rub the inside of your wrists.

you suppose you can always rely on a literature professor for an extravagant, dramatic confession.

he continues to hold onto you. he’s never seen you this speechless and dumbfounded before, and he’s torn between how good it feels to see you like this and how bad it things could go now that his feelings were out.

he swallows, looking down at your wrists. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb. “say something, angel,” he murmurs, a pleading tone in his voice.

instead, you pull your hands out of his grip to wrap them around his neck, pulling him down, placing your lips against his urgently, your eyes falling shut.

his heart hammers in his chest as he kisses you back, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you against him, his fingers curling into your hoodie. he wants to kiss you forever, wants to make up for all those months of holding back, but his lungs are burning from the lack of air and he’s forced to pull away to breathe.

he lets out a sigh, his forehead falling to the crown of your head. his hands stay on you, still holding you against him. he can still feel your heart racing against his chest.

“that was your idea of saying something?”

“uh huh,” you hum, chuckling softly as you thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, mind full of him. seonghwa, seonghwa, seonghwa.

he closes his eyes as he feels your fingers, enjoying the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp. he still has his arms around you, unwilling to let go yet. he leans down just enough to press a kiss to your temple, his lips brushing softly against your skin.

“but seriously,” you snicker, pulling away from him a little “i am kinda tired, wheres the guest bed?”

he almost lets out a whine when you pull away from him, opening his eyes reluctantly. he looks down at you, a frown on his face.

“you’re really gonna go sleep by yourself?” he mutters, an almost petulant tone in his voice as he quirks his brow.

“is that not what i’m supposed to do?“

“you really think i’m going to let you sleep alone after… that? come on now, you’re not that dense.”

“i know, i just wanted you to say it,” you giggle after a moment, grinning up at him as you lean down to scoop up kuma from the couch.

he lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes, but he’s unable to hide the small smile of his own. he reaches out and ruffles your hair, letting out a scoff. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you just said you’re obsessed with me,” you shrug, kissing his cheek as his hand find the small of your back, leading you don’t the hallway, “where does the kitty sleep?”

he looks down at kuma, still curled up in your arms, practically purring himself to death. “baby, he’s a cat. he’ll sleep wherever he wants.”

you snort, setting him down on a little armchair in the corner of his room, next to some bookshelves stacked with books upon books, and more books. you lean down to pet him a few more times as seonghwa watches you with a fond smile.

he watches you as he sits on the bed, his heart clenching at how good you look in his bedroom. it feels almost surreal, having you here in his home. he pats the spot next to him.

“get over here, baby.”

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Hello! Since I can't save the writings in my drafts and your request is currently stuck in my drafts, I have to post it this way. I hope you can see your request T_T By the way, I wrote this 4 times, and the universe prevented me from writing it. Normally it was over 2k words, but most of it was deleted and I forgot what I wrote. Anyway, Love u!♡

Look Like a Freak

tw: nerd!Seonghwa x fem!reader, oral(giving mentioned, receiving), squirting, slapping, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, bondage, overstimulation

wc: 1.5k

taglist: @aim-blossom @matzrionette

“Seonghwa, are we really going to do it here?” It was too late to ask now. He made an approving noise as he abused your pussy between. To your surprise, he could hear you and respond. Normally, after tasting you, Seonghwa would be pussy drunk and wouldn't hear or see anything.

Seonghwa's room was the most virginity room you've ever seen. There were more Star Wars figures and Legos than you could count. And what is it? On the top shelf of the display case, on top of the Star Wars legos, there were colorful house legos and animals next to them, which you might think were related to animal crossing which might attract the attention of 5-year-old children.

You and Seonghwa went to the same university and met at the dance club. When you first met him, he was very quiet, buried in his book with a book by an unknown author in his hand and he was wearing the metal-framed glasses he was currently wearing, not communicating with anyone. Even though most people avoided communicating with him, you felt his potential in his eyes under those big glasses. You had initiated the first communication and asked him something about the star wars lego keychain hanging on his bag, and before you knew how the things had developed, he had pulled you into the back storage and made out with you. After a while, you started fucking after every dance lesson and became addicted to each other. You were nothing but a fuck buddy, but you'd still meet up at his house every once in a while to build Legos together like cute couple, and as you can imagine, your night would end up in his bed, trying to recover, with his cum dripping down between your legs.

Same thing today, you met at his house to play his favorite game, the two of you lying in bed while Seonghwa was playing Animal Crossing on his Nintendo. But you had made him horny without knowing why, and Seonghwa stopped his game, which was an unexpected move from him, and started eating you. Animal Crossing, where you played with Seonghwa, was still on on the TV and calm music was playing.

"Can you at least turn off that game? It's ruining the whole mood-" You were cut off by Seonghwa shoving your panties into your mouth. "Don't tire that beautiful mouth of yours by talking, you will be tired enough when I put my dick down your throat."

Who would believe that someone as nerdy as him could make you this wet? If you told your friends who knew him, they would all think you went crazy. But right now, you were in his bed with your legs wide open and you were dripping, Animal Crossing in front of you, Star Wars figures next to you, and a nerd Seonghwa losing himself between your legs.

When Seonghwa started using his fingers as well, you realized you wouldn't last long. He was eating you out and fingering you so professionally that you were seeing stars every time, your legs shaking uncontrollably and squirting on him. And so it was, the moment you felt his fingers inside you, curls them up and abusing your sweet spot while his tongue stimulates your clitoris, you couldn't hold back that ball that was growing in your belly any longer and you came into his mouth. Your voice came out as a muffled moan through your underwear in your mouth. "Oh but I couldn't hear you clearly, looks like we're going to do it again." He pulled the fabric from your mouth and kissed you hungryly. Since he still didn't remove his fingers from you, you continued to spasm uncontrollably around his fingers and began to squirm from the overstimulation.

"What is that? You got tired a little early for a slut like you. Open your legs." As you tried to close your legs, Seonghwa forced them open. When you closed them again, you were startled by the sound of him slapping your thigh hard. "You want to be a brat? Okay then." He let go of your legs and headed towards his desk. He opened his drawer, took the rope next to a lot of Animal crossing cards, closed the drawer hard and turned towards you. You held back your laughter when you saw the colored cards. He adjusted the thin metal-framed glasses that fell on the tip of his nose, found the end of the rope and started wrapping it around your wrists.

"Hwa, I'm getting rope burns, haven't you found that furry handcuff yet?" He tied the rope tightly around your wrists, he bent your leg towards you and brought your ankle closer to your hands and tied the rest of it to your ankles. "No I couldn't. And if you stop squirming, you won't get a burn." After tying your other side in the same way, he checked its strength and made sure that it was not loose. He looked at you, his masterpiece, from head to toe, then he spanked your pussy that you had forced open and exposed for him, and he moved towards your upper body. You let out a small scream at the sudden feeling of pain. He tied your upper body by looping the rope around your chest and tying it over your arm; so it stabilized your arms and prevented you from closing your legs.

"Now, what should we do with you?" You felt even wetter with the feeling of being restricted and having all your control in his hands. The feeling of emptiness inside you was becoming unbearable and if he didn't fuck you soon, you would start crying and whining from frustration. "Just fuck me already."

The left side of his mouth lifted up and laughed slyly. A deep chuckle escaped his throat. "No no, I won't give you what you want that easily." This time, he opened the drawer where he kept your toys under the previous drawer and took out the pink vibrator with remote control. When you think about what he did to you with it, your heart starts to lose its rhythm and the adrenaline in your body begins to tickle your pussy waiting to be filled. The vibrator that he play with you for hours and eventually makes you squirm from overstimulation and cry and beg him to stop...

"How about this? No coming until I finish my new lego set. If you come, I won't fuck you tonight. Understood?" "Wait, at least let me suck you." He moved the toy in his hand over your folds before inserting it inside you, collecting your wetness on the toy. "Are you that much of a cock slave? Is there a day you don't spend without sucking me? Can't that little belly of yours do without taking my cum?" Your face turned red because of his dirty words. Yes, there wasn't a day without sucking him, but there wasn't a day without him eating you either. You were considered equal in every way. After all, you were a fuck buddy and that was your purpose. "Please just let me take you in my mouth" He balled up the panties he had just taken out of your mouth and put it back into your mouth. "Just deal with it for now. You can do it, right? It shouldn't be too hard."

After laughing sarcastically, he moved the vibrator over your folds for the last time and put it inside you. You gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled. The fact that you didn't know when Seonghwa would start the toy and when he would stop it made you nervous and excited. After licking his fingers, which got wet because he inserted the vibrator inside you, and tasting you again, got up from you and took the lego bag next to his wardrobe and placed it on his desk. "Which one do you think I should do?" He took out the Lego sets one by one from the paper bag and showed them all to you. The hilarity of your current situation and the Animal Crossing music playing in the background almost made you laugh. You were thankful for the fabric over your mouth that prevented you from laughing.

"Oh that's it!" He took out the 1394-piece Ghost & Phantom II set from the bag and placed it on the table. When he took the remote control of the vibrator and started to turn it on at medium level, you first lost your breath and started to squirm in your place. But he tied the ropes so tightly that you couldn't move much.

"Remember, no coming until I finish this set." He opened the box and placed the contents on the table, looking at you who began to tremble slightly. “You look like a slut.” And you look like a freak you thought.

ok but like imagine tho

seonghwa sinking onto the strap-on you're wearing, letting out a moan when he reaches the end of the dildo. the moan is all you have to go by, tho, because hes wearing that goddamn skirt and it's long enough to cover him from the waist down. he lifts up the skirt and catches it in his mouth, biting so the hem is caught between his teeth. he arches a brow at the flustered look on your face, then starts to bounce, humming around the fabric of the skirt as he gets closer. and then he fucking cums on the skirt, smirking because he knows it's hot and he knows you think it's hot, especially with his fucking undercut-

or, he has you ride him while he's still biting on the skirt, smirking when you moan at how fucking sexy he looks. it gets to the point where he lets the skirt drop a little bit and a little bit of your cum gets onto it. he doesn't let go of the skirt then, nor when he cums again, and it's just so fucking hot that you might cum a second time from looking at him.

park seonghwa you are going to kill me one day.

Summary: Seonghwa doesn’t understand the term “stomach butterflies.” It’s not because he doesn’t experience it. It’s quite the contrary, really: he experiences them so much that they’re more like stomach fireworks. Maybe it’s because you’re his best friend and he sees you all the time. Honestly, he could make a lot of money selling tickets to the fireworks show.  Pairing: Seonghwa x female reader, San x Wooyoung is mentioned a lot Genre: smut, fluff Word count: 14.9k Chapters: TBD Warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m+f receiving), piv, mentions of Woosan anal, Hongjoong and Woosan are evil, the Bee Movie, people smack each other a few times but never with the intent to harm (they just simply cant stop saying embarrassing stuff), Woosan Antics™, implied Hongjoong x Yeosang, mentions of past spicy Seonghwa x yn events, a pillow fight a/n: i got carried away with this

“Dude, he gives me butterflies. I never get butterflies! It’s a terrible feeling!” 

“San. You’ve known him for like a week,” Seonghwa sighs, refilling his and San’s coffee mugs. 

“I feel like I’ve known him forever… maybe we’re soulmates?” San is too hopeful for his own good. He met someone as chaotic as himself (Seonghwa had no idea this was possible) and hasn’t shut up about it since. Seonghwa misses his quiet mornings.

“Do you even know what his last name is?” Seonghwa asks his roommate, taking a sip from his coffee. It needed some more sugar. 

“Yeah! It’s… uh… I think it’s Jug. Yeah. Jug Wooyoung.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence. San blinks up at him quizzically, and Seonghwa just sighs. 

“…Jug.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad. Maybe it was Jung. I should ask him.”

“Oh no,” Seonghwa starts, reaching toward his roommate’s arm. 

“Heyyyyyy, wait a minute. That means I can hang out with him again!” San immediately brightens up, getting up to head to the door. 

“This is what I was afraid of you saying, San. You’ve hung out with him twice so far. What if he’s a murderer?”

“I can’t find out if I don’t see him again! Thanks, Seonghwa!”

“Google exists! You don’t have to go meet up with the potential murderer! San, I swear to God, get back here… aaaaaaand he’s gone. Typical. Probably off to get murdered. Why am I talking to myself?” 

With his roommate out of the house, Seonghwa decides to clean again. Partly because he has to (San, despite being a whole 22 years old, sometimes still lives like a teenager who doesn’t want any responsibilities), and partly because he’s panicking right now. For all of San’s talk about butterflies, he didn’t seem to realize that Seonghwa just doesn’t understand the concept of having stomach butterflies. It’s not that he doesn’t experience it… quite the contrary, in fact: he has them so often and so severely that he’s considering selling tickets to see the daily fireworks show in his stomach. 

Now, who is the source of Seonghwa’s pyrotechnics problem? None other than his best friend: yn. He’s known you since high school, and other than Hongjoong, you’ve been his friend the longest. In that entire time, he’s had feelings for you. 

Are you oblivious? Yes. Does he know that? Yes. Do you go out of your way to tease and flirt with him sometimes? Yes, you’ve even admitted it, and Seonghwa doesn’t really know why. Maybe you’re not as oblivious as he thinks. Who knows?

To say you’ve been through thick and thin together would be an understatement. 

You comforted him through every one of his breakups, even when he refused to tell you why things kept ending (hint: his girlfriends were jealous of you for some strange, unknowable reason). He did the same for you, every time feeling relieved yet guilty that he didn’t have to pretend that your exes were suitable matches for you. 

When your then-boyfriend plotted to humiliate you at senior year prom by going with someone else, neither of you let him have the satisfaction and went together as friends with matching outfits that blew everyone out of the water. 

When that bitchy teacher’s assistant in his second-year Nutritional Science class tried to fail him because he wouldn’t go out with her, you helped him plead his case and ultimately pass the course. 

He helped you lose your virginity after you moved out of the dorms when you just wanted to get it over with and not be too scared the next time someone asked you out. And then he sent you links to what he believed were reasonably priced and high-quality toys (to your great embarrassment). 

…You two don’t talk about that very often and agreed not to tell anyone, except San, because he heard you. 

You two have gone through a lot, and neither of you has had any reason to doubt your friendship. It’s just when some of the lines blur that Seonghwa panics the most, the times when he isn’t sure if his romantic feelings are guiding him or if it’s his unwavering dedication to your friendship. After all, he would do just about anything for you. 

“Hey, Hwa! I just wanted to call and let you know I’ll be a few minutes late—traffic is a bitch today. Please don’t stress yourself out cleaning. I don’t care if your apartment is a mess. I ordered some food; it should arrive before I get there. See you soon!”

Your voice is really sweet. Seonghwa wishes he knew how to relisten to voicemails; there are a few you’ve sent that he could listen to all day. Maybe he’ll get you to teach him. 

Obviously, he’s still going to stress himself out cleaning. You know that San is a total slob sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see the full extent of said messiness. It’s one thing on a Saturday after a party when he’s still hungover, and it’s another thing on a Tuesday afternoon when he’s as sober as a rock. 

He doesn’t hear the doorbell ring the first time because he’s vacuuming. He opens the door at the second one and is immediately met with Hongjoong holding a DVD for the Bee Movie and a box of pizza. 

“Did you know I was coming over or did San order the pizza? I caught the delivery guy as he drove up,” Hongjoong asks, walking in and setting both things down on the coffee table. He looks around at the spotless living room, then turns to Seonghwa with an eyebrow raised.

“So… definitely not San. Is yn already here, or are you still cleaning?”

Seonghwa chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s on her way, just stuck in traffic. I can let her know that you’re here if you want-”

“Nah, I’m not going to interrupt your night. Who knows, maybe today will be the night,” Hongjoong says, wiggling his eyebrows. Seonghwa reaches over and tries to swat at his arm, missing as Hongjoong dances away, laughing. “I’ll leave the movie here for future viewing. Have funnn!”

“Joong, she doesn’t like me. Nothing’s going to happen-” he’s cut off by his phone ringing. He picks it up and notices that it’s you, so, of course, he answers.

“Hi! Did the food get there yet? I’m about two minutes away,” you say, some song on the radio playing in the background.

“Yeah, just got here. It’s on the table,” Seonghwa says, looking over just in time to see Hongjoong mouth the words “use protection!” before he slips out the door. He’s going to have to scold him later for that.

“Great! I’ll see you soon then!”

“Okay, see you,” Seonghwa says, smiling when you giggle and then hang up. He’s so fucking whipped. 

By the time you arrive, San is blowing up his phone, asking if he should stay over at Wooyoung’s tonight. Seonghwa has a feeling he was going to anyway, but he says no, it’s fine; seriously, nothing’s going to happen. Hongjoong clearly can’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Hey dumbass, how’s it going?” you ask as soon as you step through the door. You make a beeline for the kitchen to grab some plates before he can answer. “Do you have napkins, or did San forget to buy any again?”

“Uh, life’s going well, we do have napkins, I reminded San about 20 times before he left for the store yesterday, and shouldn’t you wash your hands?”

“Oh yes, you’re right. Be right back,” you say, turning away from the kitchen and heading down the hall. 

The one habit of yours that is a little less than charming is that you leave cabinets open when you’re in the middle of doing things. It means Seonghwa will bump into them if he isn’t careful. These are not the kinds of bruises he wants from you.

He has plates and napkins at the coffee table when you return, and you plop down on the couch. You pick up the remote while he serves a few slices to the two of you, and then you notice the DVD case Hongjoong left.

“Did you get this? I thought it was available on Netflix,” you ask before shoving a slice in your mouth. Seonghwa finds it weirdly cute… Maybe because you look a little bit like a chipmunk. 

“Ah, no, Hongjoong dropped it off the last time he was here. I forgot to put it away somewhere. I don’t think he realizes how extensive Netflix’s library is.” This is only partly true. Hongjoong does realize that the Bee Movie is on Netflix, but he wants to support his local library. However, it is true that he does not realize how extensive Netflix’s collection is. 

“That sounds like him. Maybe we could watch it?”

“…You want to watch the Bee Movie?” Seonghwa asks, a little bit surprised. Seriously. It’s the Bee Movie.

“Yeah, it sounds like fun! Why, are there crazy animated bee sex scenes I would find disturbing? I’ve never watched it before,” you say, shoving even more of the pizza into your mouth. You must be really hungry. 

“You know what? Sure. Let’s watch it. Maybe it’s not as bad as I remember it being,” Seonghwa says, putting the DVD in the player. 

He was right. It wasn’t as bad as he remembered it being. It was worse! Way worse! You seemed to like it, though.

“Hold on. Did she just break up with her boyfriend for a BEE? That’s fucking ridiculous. I think I love this movie,” you say, laughing so hard that you’re nearly crying. Maybe there’s an upside to this whole thing. As much as Seonghwa hates the Bee Movie, he loves hearing you laugh. Even when you’re practically honking because of how hard you’re laughing, he still finds it endearing. 

Yeah… he’s pretty fucking whipped. 

You cuddle up close to him as the movie continues, and he’s just so happy. He just loves holding you; he would do it all the time if he could. When you raise your fist in a little cheer when the airplane lands, all he wants to do is pepper your face with kisses and hug you. Instead, he just rests his head against your shoulder and pulls you closer, laughing along with you as the movie ends. 

“So, how did you like it?” he asks, looking up at you. 

“CAN WE WATCH IT AGAIN?” you squeal, eyes full of excitement. Seonghwa presses play on the remote, and the movie starts again. 

By the time San comes home, a somewhat drunk Wooyoung trailing behind him, you and Seonghwa are watching the Bee Movie for the fifth time. You two are pretty much on the floor in a fit of laughter, and San is actually kind of concerned.

“Are you two… okay?” San asks, standing in the hallway entrance. 

You two laugh even louder at the sight of him, with Wooyoung pretty much hanging onto his shoulder. 

“Sannie-” Wooyoung whines, leaning up to lick San’s ear, “want you.”

San turns as red as a tomato and picks up Wooyoung, starting to go to his room. He turns back to you two and says, “whatever’s going on here… Uh. Don’t die, okay? Drink some water or something.”

And with that, he walks into his room, leaving you and Seonghwa to continue dying of laughter over the movie… and the very obvious tent in San’s pants. 

Seonghwa wakes up on the couch in the morning, a bit disoriented and his phone on his forehead. He checks the time and starts to panic, thinking he has class, but then remembers that his Friday classes begin at 4 PM. He’s got a few hours. The smell of strawberry waffles wafts towards him, and he rolls off the couch to find you in the kitchen. All of the cabinets are open, of course.

“Good morning, Sleephwa,” you say, taking the whipped cream out of the fridge. 

“Sleephwa, that’s a new one. When did you wake up?” he replies, closing the cabinets. 

“Around 7 AM, I had a class at 8:30. Came back here, and you were still knocked out. When did you end up going to sleep?”

4 AM, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He may have watched the Bee Movie a few more times after he carried you to his room at midnight. 

“Late. I wanted to make sure you didn’t wake up and try to kill me for sleeping on the couch.”

“It’s okay; I’ll kill you next time. I think San and… um. Whoever he is… they must have fallen asleep mid-fuck, I accidentally went into San’s room this morning thinking it was the bathroom, and they were asleep sitting up. Fully nude. Not something I ever needed nor wanted to see,” you say, shaking your head and walking to the table with the waffles. 

“His name’s Wooyoung. I’m a bit skeptical about him; I’m afraid he’s going to kill San in his sleep or something. This is the third time they’ve met,” Seonghwa explains, drenching his waffles in syrup.

“Third time? And they’re already fucking? While drunk?”

“Why are you surprised? San usually does that on the first date.”

“Sarcasm, Hwa. It was sarcasm,” you say, taking the whipped cream and making a giant mountain on your waffle. Seonghwa’s pretty sure your plate is more whipped cream than waffle at this point. 

San chooses this moment to walk out of his room, whistling and shirtless. He sees the waffles first, then notices the two of you. He pauses for a moment, then turns and walks back into his room, still whistling. He returns with a shirt on and goes to the coffee maker.

“You saw nothing.”

“Are you talking about just now, last night when Wooyoung was all over you, or when yn walked in on you two this morning?” Seonghwa asks, putting more syrup on his waffles (he’s going to lose all of his teeth at this rate). He looks up at you, and you both try to stifle a giggle.

San nearly drops his mug, turning wide-eyed to the two of you.

“This… morning?” he squeaks as you burst into laughter.

“I hope Wooyoung isn’t sore,” you say, shoving some strawberries into your mouth while Seonghwa nearly chokes on his coffee from how hard he’s laughing.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” says a voice from the hallway, and the three of you jump. Wooyoung walks out, wearing one of San’s hoodies and a pair of blue shorts that look suspiciously like the pair Seonghwa lost a few weeks ago. 

“I made waffles. Want some?” you ask, offering a plate. 

“Don’t mind if I do. Oh, also, sorry if San and I were a bit loud last night. I hope we didn’t ruin your movie,” Wooyoung says, piling some waffles onto the plate. San looks like he’s about to die of embarrassment and busies himself by grabbing another mug for Wooyoung. 

“It was the fifth time we were watching it, don’t worry,” Seonghwa says.

“Must be a good movie then,” San speculates.

“It was the Bee Movie,” you say. “Hwa, could you pass me the syrup?”

San knows he shouldn’t judge you two, especially considering the whole he-and-Wooyoung-fell-asleep-fucking thing, but he is seriously questioning your life decisions right now. 

“Huh. Didn’t realize the Bee Movie was so entertaining. Well, thanks for the waffles, uh… I don’t think I know your name,” Wooyoung trails off.

“It’s yn. And you’re welcome. I hope you like them!”

“Nice to meet you, yn. Don’t mean to pry, but are you and Seonghwa dating?” Wooyoung asks, ignoring San wildly gesturing at him to shut up.

“Ah, no, we’re best friends,” you say, barely looking up from your waffles. Seonghwa kind of deflates a little bit. Yes, you two are best friends, but he wishes you were dating. Obviously. Even last night, he wanted to kiss and sing to you while he tucked you into his bed. He can barely keep it together. 

“Oh, my bad-”

“Don’t worry about it. We get it a lot,” you chuckle. Seonghwa smiles over his coffee cup, but it’s an awkward smile. Fortunately, you don’t notice. 

“Thanks for the pancakes, yn, they were delicious. I have to head out and grab some stuff before class; I’ll see you all later. Nice to finally meet you, Wooyoung. Don’t break San’s back, please,” Seonghwa says, going to his room to make himself look decent and head out.

And once again, San wanted to die of embarrassment. 

While in class, Seonghwa can’t stop thinking about the morning's events. How you waltzed around the kitchen, the waffles, the way you casually brushed off Wooyoung’s comment… it all looped endlessly in his brain. The fireworks show was starting again, especially when he got a text from you, wishing him luck in his classes and saying that the leftover waffles were in the fridge. He’s distracted even as he sits at his favorite spot in the nearest cafe, pulling out a notebook and blankly staring at its contents. He’s so distracted that he barely notices Hongjoong walk up to him and poke his shoulder. 

“Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Hwa. Hwa. Seonghot. Sexyhwa. Seonghwa the dumbass. Seonghwa. Hyung. Seonghwa hyung. Mars. Park Seonghwa. SEONG-”

“What in the world could you possibly want, Hongjoong?” Seonghwa asks, looking up from his notebook.

“Did you fuck yn last n-”

“No.”

“Seriously? What in the world were you doing that you couldn’t reply to my texts then?” Hongjoong asks, eyes wide. 

“We were… uh. We were watching the Bee Movie.”

“…Seonghwa. My dude. You are my best friend. You know I love you beyond reason-”

“Get to the point.”

“WHY were you watching the goddamn BEE MOVIE with her?”

“She thought it was funny. It was her first time watching it. Well, first five times,” Seonghwa said, returning to his notes. Hongjoong slides the notebook across the table, pulling it out of reach as Seonghwa grabs at it. 

“You seriously watched it five times? This! This is why you two haven’t fucked yet! Because you’re too busy watching dumb movies with her! And other reasons, but you get the idea!”

“Joong, the goal isn’t to fuck her; it’s to date her. Even then, that’s an unreachable goal.”

“If you two fuck, then you can admit your feelings much more easily,” Hongjoong hisses, holding the notebook even higher. Seonghwa could easily just stand up and take it, but he’s lazy, and his legs are sore from curling up on the couch last night. 

“We’ve already fucked once, and I didn’t confess. I’m not pushing my luck and trying again.”

Hongjoong drops the notebook and stares, open-mouthed, at Seonghwa. 

“WHEN???”

Seonghwa has never regretted anything more in his life.

“It was two years ago. She wanted to lose her virginity and get over her fear of getting serious with people, and I was insanely horny, so we just. Did it one day,” he says, picking up his notebook from the floor.

“How did I never hear about this? From either of you?” Hongjoong asks, still gaping at the older man. 

He shakes his head, looking at his watch and realizing it’s nearly time for his other class to start. 

“Shit, I’m going to be late.”

“You can ditch class; we aren’t done talking about-”

“I can’t ditch class, Joong. I have a lab tomorrow.”

“Okay, fine, but we’re going to talk about this again later!”

Seonghwa waves him off as he runs out of the cafe, almost knocking over several people and a vase. His phone buzzes with a text from Hongjoong, saying Don’t forget! Do not forget! We are going to talk about this!

He’s never going to hear the end of this. 

He gets a call from Yeosang as soon as his class ends. Confused, he picks up, not expecting to be met with three yelling people on the other end.

“Hello?”

“DUDE, WHEN DID YOU FUCK YN?” Yunho yells from somewhere behind Yeosang, who is laughing so hard that he sounds like a dying seal.

“That’s not import-”

“You had sex with the love of your life — who doesn’t know she’s the love of your life — and you don’t think it’s important?” Yeosang croaks, still laughing. 

“You know, there’s a reason I never mentioned it,” Seonghwa says, getting into his car. Damn you, Hongjoong, for memorizing my schedule, he thinks.

“Hey guys, lay off him; I’m sure he beats himself up about it every day,” says a vaguely Jongho-sounding voice in the background, followed by a scream and Yeosang yelling at Yunho to leave his couch cushions alone. 

“I really don’t. Are you okay? It sounds like someone is dying over there….”

“Yeah, we’re fine, but Yunho won’t be for long if he doesn’t LEAVE MY COUCH ALONE,” Yeosang replies, nearly deafening Seonghwa. 

“Is this what Hongjoong meant by ‘we’ll discuss this later?’ Because if not, I’m hanging up,” Seonghwa says, about to press the red button when another voice chimes in.

“It’s not, but we can talk about it anyways. Oh, also, get together at me and Yeosang’s on Monday, if you want to come. Tell San and yn, too,” Hongjoong says, seemingly taking the phone from Yeosang as more pillow-throwing happens in the background.

“Okay, sure. What is there even to talk about, though?”

“How exactly you did that and then got away with not telling any of us, for example. Ooh, can you also tell San to bring his new boy toy? I want to meet him.”

“I think San’s serious about this one, and his name is Wooyoung. And I got away with not telling any of you because you never thought to ask.”

“Well, why would we? You seem too scared to even make dirty jokes around her half the time, even though she hangs out with us, and I know you’ve watched porn together. I was there for that. It was gross. Please don’t do it again. What’s this Wooyoung’s last name? Need to know if they’re going to be serious,” Hongjoong says, the sound of Yeosang and Yunho attacking each other with cushions echoing in the background. Jongho is screeching now, presumably also hitting them with cushions.

“San said Jug the last time we talked. I would double-check about that, though. And we haven’t… watched porn together… since that one time. It was weird, so we agreed not to do it again. Anyways, I’m going to head home, so I’m going to hang up now,” Seonghwa says, wincing as another one of Jongho’s screeches pierces through the phone. 

“I have gotten zero answers from you. You owe me some. I’ll see you later,” Hongjoong says before turning the phone to the three screech demons in the background to say bye. Seonghwa hangs up before he can get more ear damage. 

The rest of the weekend flies by, and Monday comes quickly. By the time Seonghwa arrives at Yeosang and Hongjoong’s apartment, the couch has been put back together (no Yunhos or Jonghos harmed in the process… he hopes), and drinks are being served. Yeosang welcomes him in with a smile and hands him a mug filled with something Seonghwa can’t identify. 

“Hongjoong forgot to buy disposable cups and thought using our mugs would be a good idea. If he breaks any of them, then I’m going to move out,” Yeosang says with a pained smile. 

“What happens if one of us breaks them?” Seonghwa asks, warily eyeing Yeosang’s arms.

“If it’s Mingi, I’ll forgive him because it’s Mingi. As for the rest of you… You better hope I don’t find out if it's any of you. Oh, before I forget, do you and San have a spare bedroom? I’d rather not have to find a stranger to room with if Hongjoong fucks up our mugs.”

Seonghwa laughs, shaking his head and putting away his jacket. He spots you on the couch, laughing at something Yunho said. You brighten a little bit when you see him, and he can’t help but smile. 

“Seonghwa! I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it or not,” you say, patting the spot next to you. “Come sit! Yunho was just telling me about this lab he did the other day.”

He tried to focus on Yunho’s stories. He really did. It wasn’t his fault that he liked listening to you laugh more than anything else. He liked seeing the twinkle in your eye, the way your nose crinkled when you giggled. He could sit here and watch you laugh all night.

“I’m going to go grab another drink; you want anything?” you ask, getting up off the couch. Seonghwa shakes his head, settling back when you leave.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” Yunho asks, smirking. 

“Uh. I. Well, okay, no, but-”

“It’s fine, Hwa. It was fun watching you. You’re so whipped, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Seonghwa sighs, taking a sip of his drink. He was running a bit low. “I think I’m going to go get a refill. You want anything?”

As soon as Yunho says no, he walks to the kitchen, nearly bumping into a cabinet door on his way in. 

“You know Yeosang’s almost as tall as me, right? And that Hongjoong is still taller than you?” Seonghwa chuckles, closing the cabinet door. 

You roll your eyes, smiling, and hand him the pitcher. “Yeah, but they’re not in here, are they?”

“True, but what if they walked in? I nearly ran into that door!”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll stop leaving the cabinets open,” you laugh, walking back into the living room. Seonghwa follows shortly after and plops onto the floor next to you as Hongjoong gathers everyone around.

“Okay, truth or dare time!”

Everyone groans as he claps his hands together, a huge grin on his face. It’s not that any of you had anything against the game. Hongjoong just had a habit of making it… intense.

“Alright, folks, what’ll it be today? Are we betting on how long it takes Hongjoong to ask a dirty question, or are we betting on how long it takes Jongho to start chugging whatever’s in that mug?” Mingi asks, plopping down on the couch next to Yunho. 

“Water. Water is in this cup. I’m your designated driver, you idiot,” Jongho says, glaring at Mingi, who sheepishly tries to hide behind Yunho.

“Neither! I don’t have money with me today, and I am NOT letting you charge interest again,” San adds, shuffling in his spot on the floor before Wooyoung slides over and makes himself home in his lap. 

“You guys bet on how long it takes me to ask dirty questions? I’m flattered,” Hongjoong says, dragging a few cushions over and throwing them at anyone unlucky enough to be on the floor near him. 

“Yeah, and we always lose to whoever suggests it because you have zero self-control and someone cough cough Yeosang cough imposed a rule that it couldn’t be your first question,” you grumble, Seonghwa reaching over to pat your knee. 

“Can we just start the damn game?” Jongho whines. 

“I’ll go first. San. Truth or dare?” Yunho says.

“Ughhhh, I just got comfortable! Truth, you’re not making me get up that easily.”

“How did you and Wooyoung meet?”

“Oh please, Yunho, that’s the most boring question. We all know already,” Hongjoong says. “I’m taking over. Mingi, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you went to all of your morning classes? I’m going easy on you because some people don’t like having fun, and I want to make them all antsy.”

“Uh. I’ll drink instead.”

There’s a chorus of the eight of you chanting “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” until Mingi picks up his cup and drinks the tiniest sip you’ve ever seen. 

“Did you even get anything?” Yeosang asks, and he just shrugs and puts his cup down.

“Wooyoung, we don’t know you very well yet. Truth or dare?” Mingi asks, turning towards the younger man.

“I feel like you’re going to give me something ridiculous if I say dare so… truth,” Wooyoung says, settling in against San’s chest.

“Did you and San really fall asleep fucking?”

“YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL!” San yells, turning to glare at you and Seonghwa. You burst out laughing, nearly knocking over Yeosang’s cup, as Wooyoung turns bright red and stammers out a yes. 

The room is filled with laughter and more outbursts (mainly from San) as the game continues. Seonghwa, fortunately, has not had to do anything too extreme yet, but he wasn’t going to be so lucky for long. 

“Seonghwa, truth or dare!” San says, already tipsy an hour into the party. 

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you got laid?” San asks, a coy smile playing on his lips. 

Silence.

“Um. A while ago…” Seonghwa responds, eyes glancing at the floor and avoiding you at all costs. 

“When was a while ago?”

“Several months.”

“Really? Because the last time I remember hearing it was over a year ago,” San asks, as Hongjoong turns to him and mouths, “he heard you?”

“It may have been that long… perhaps….” Silence again, but for a different reason.

“Dude… are you okay? Do you need help finding someone?” Mingi asks, leaning forward with concern. Everyone looks a little bit worried, even you, which Seonghwa thinks is the most embarrassing thing ever. 

“No, no, it’s okay! I can just download Tinder or something. Really, it’s fine,” he says, face turning red. He takes a sip of his drink, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him just a little overwhelming. 

“Jesus Christ, leave the man alone, you guys. He says he’s fine, that means he’s fine. Can we continue with the game?” Jongho says, basically bouncing in his seat. San reaches over and pushes down on his knee to keep him from breaking the chair. 

“Uh, Jongho, truth or dare?” Seonghwa asks, glad to get the attention off of him. 

“Dare!”

And the game continues. Eventually, it lands back on San, who has officially passed Hongjoong on Seonghwa’s list of the evilest people he’s ever met. 

“Yn, truth or dare,” San says, trying to keep a very tipsy Wooyoung from falling onto the floor. 

“Dare,” you say, also trying not to fall on the floor, but because of Yunho’s stupid “stand on one leg for the next half hour” dare. 

“I dare you to give Seonghwa a blowjob in that closet over there.”

“Really, San? In my closet? Are you kidding me?” Hongjoong whines, swatting at San’s knee. 

“Well, would you rather they do it in your bedroom?” Yeosang says, laughing when Hongjoong tries to swat him as well. 

“No, but they could do it in yours! I would be very fine with that,” Hongjoong says, yelping when Yeosang kicks him. 

Seonghwa’s brain is going to explode. He picks up his drink and is about to start chugging when you say, “alright. Hwa, get over here.”

Clearly, nobody expected you to actually agree since the room is once again silent as you basically drag Seonghwa to the closet. He looks over his shoulder, a panicked look on his face, and sees Hongjoong (who is eviler than San again) wiggle his eyebrows and wink. 

You close the door to the closet once he’s inside and turn on your phone flashlight. 

“Hey. Hwa. Look at me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you whisper, stepping closer. He wants to, he really does, but he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea.

“I-it’s fine, I just. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything if I say yes-”

“Hwa. It’s truth or dare, San’s drunk, and you haven’t been properly fucked in over a year. Don’t worry,” you say, chuckling. Seonghwa gulps, nodding, then moves to undo his belt. You put your phone down, the light shining straight up as you help him push down his jeans and boxers. You get on your knees and take him in your hand, looking up to see if he’s truly okay with this. 

Even in the dark, and in this situation, Seonghwa is still absolutely whipped for you. You could be trying to bite off his cock and he’d still be head over heels (though he wouldn’t let you near it ever again). 

“Relax, Hwa. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

And then your mouth was on him. He tipped his head back, a soft whimper leaving his throat at the feeling. You set an even pace, not too fast but not slow enough to edge him. You stroked the length of his cock when you came up for air, rubbing your thumb over his tip a few times. You dug the tip of your finger into his slit, a moan ripping from his throat as his knees buckled. Taking him back into your mouth, you moved your hand to gently squeeze his balls, looking up to see him clutching at one of Yeosang’s jackets. His eyes were closed in bliss, mouth slightly agape as he moaned. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied, you would have leaned up to mark up his neck, which was exposed from how his head was tilted back. His Adam's apple bobbed with each groan, and he reached out to card his fingers through your hair. You moaned around his length at the action, his knees buckling again as he almost collapsed. 

“Yn… yn I’m close. Oh fuck I’m close,” he moans quietly, trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You pull off of his cock, hand replacing your mouth. You rub the tip of your thumb against the spot right below the tip of his cock, and he shivers at the contact, eyes rolling back. 

“You can fuck my mouth if you want — I don’t mind. I’ll pinch you if I need you to stop.”

Seonghwa barely holds back a moan at that. Hongjoong was going to complain about having a dead body in the closet when you two were done because you were seriously going to be the death of him. 

“Fuck, okay. God dammit, that’s so fucking hot, yn,” he pants, breathless as he secures his hand against the back of your head. You let him guide you back onto his cock, hollowing your cheeks once you found a somewhat comfortable breathing position. He moans softly, then starts to thrust gently into your mouth, picking up speed as he approaches his climax. You hum around him, tongue sticking out as he fucks your mouth. He looks down and claps his free hand over his mouth to stifle an almost embarrassingly loud moan at the sight. Your mouth is stuffed with his cock, cheeks a little puffed out, spit on your lips and starting to run down your chin. Even though you look simultaneously sexy and very ridiculous, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. 

Barely a minute later, his hips begin to stutter, and his back arches. His moans get louder, and he lets go of you to brace himself against the wall.

“Yn, I’m going to fuck I’m going to c-cum oh shit,” he whimpers. You suck on his tip a little bit and wink, and he spills into your mouth with a loud, desperate groan. He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the spit off your chin, grimacing at the amount. 

“Ugh, I always hate the clean-up,” you say, standing up. “That’s why I usually swallow.”

“That’s. Okay, this feels really wrong to say right now, but that’s kind of hot,” he says, and you grin. He tucks himself back into his boxers and fixes his clothes, then looks around, not knowing what to do. 

“You good?” you ask, picking your phone up from the floor. He nods. “Okay. Let’s go then.”

You two step out to find Jongho directing the other six into a human pyramid. He’s getting increasingly annoyed, especially when Hongjoong (at the top) notices the two of you and laughs so hard he topples the entire thing.

“Did you have funnnn?” Hongjoong asks, still laughing. 

Seonghwa blushes, turning even redder when you sit down and nod in the affirmative. You pat the spot next to you, and he sits down, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes as San begins to laugh too.

“Okay, which one of you is going to be my victim?” you ask, and the game begins again.

Seonghwa wakes up the following day with a headache and a very hazy recollection of how he got home. He can smell coffee brewing and assumes San is already up… before he hears a snore from the room next to him. Seonghwa may be loud when he’s fucking, but San is even louder when he’s sleeping. 

Confused, Seonghwa emerges from his room, hearing voices echo down the hallway as he walks. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he’s surprised to find both you and Wooyoung gliding through the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, the cabinets are all open. 

“About time you got up!” Wooyoung says when he spots the older man. “We’re making omelets. Yn burned the first seven, so we’re hoping it’ll work this time.”

“Hey! I didn’t burn all seven of them! Three of them were you! For someone who claims to be such a masterful chef, you sure do suck at egg-related things,” you say, flipping the half-cooked omelet in the pan. 

“See, that’s why I’m gay. I don’t have to worry about eggs.”

You nearly choke on your coffee, and Seonghwa is thankful you’d already put down the pan. 

“Wooyoung, do you even get hangovers?” Seonghwa asks, grabbing a glass of water and downing two Advils to get rid of his headache. The younger man shrugs, pulling three plates from a cabinet (and thankfully closing the doors). 

“Ugh, lucky. Kinda glad I didn’t drink anything last night, I would’ve been completely fucked up today if I had,” you say, putting the omelet onto a plate. You cheer when you see that it isn’t burnt. 

“Oh, speaking of drinking. I don’t remember much from the second half of the game. Why were you two in a closet at one point?” Wooyoung asks, taking a sip from his coffee. Seonghwa freezes, a blush creeping up his face. You chuckle, turning back to the omelets, and Wooyoung just looks at the both of you. 

“Uh, that’s not really important-”

“Wait, were you two fucking?” Wooyoung gasps, realization dawning on his face. 

“N-no, we. Well. Not exactly. I mean, we weren’t. I guess we. No, we weren’t fucking; we were. Uh,” Seonghwa stammers. 

“I was sucking him off.”

The two men stare at you for a second before Wooyoung bursts out laughing. 

“Was that a dare? Oh my god, did San dare you to do that? He said he was going to do something crazy, but I thought he meant sucking me off while doing a handstand or something even stupider,” he laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. 

Seonghwa breathes a sigh of relief, thankful for once that Wooyoung and San thought chaos first, literally anything else second. It would have been a disaster had Wooyoung exposed his feelings for you as the reason behind San’s dare (what else could it have been?). 

“Nah, he dared me to blow Hwa in the closet. Honestly, not the craziest dare I’ve ever done. Plus, it broke Hwa’s dry spell,” you say, turning towards him. “Right?”

He gulps, avoiding eye contact with either of you (especially when Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows) and mutters a “yes.”

The room falls silent for a minute before Wooyoung clears his throat and asks, “well, how was it?”

Seonghwa stares blankly at him and starts to stutter, unsure what to say. On the one hand, it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, third only to the one other time he fucked you and this other time with a really weird position and a lot of edging with a former partner. But on the other hand, how is he supposed to say that in front of you?

“Okay, so what I’m getting from this is that it was either terrible or mind-blowingly amazing. Right?” Wooyoung says. 

“Well, I hope it wasn’t too bad,” you say, placing the finished omelets onto plates. “Plus, I’m sure you heard how loud he was when you were making your pyramid. I don’t think he’d have been that loud if he didn’t enjoy it.”

“It wasn’t bad at all! It was… I don’t think I even have the words to describe how good it was; it was just so-”

“Aw, look at him, yn, he’s getting sappy,” Wooyoung says, clasping his hands next to his face as you laugh. Seonghwa thinks Wooyoung should be added to the evil people list now. 

“Alright, this has been fun, but I have some plans in a few hours, and I gotta head out. Hwa, are we still on for movie night on Thursday?” you ask, putting your plate in the sink. He nods, sipping on his coffee. You leave, nearly forgetting your jacket, and he slumps back in his chair when the door closes. 

“You sure you two aren’t dating?” Wooyoung asks. 

“Yeah, we’re not.”

“Hmm. That’s a shame. You’re cute together. Plus, even I can see that you’re completely in love with her. Like, I even knew before San told me. It’s that obvious.”

“…Thanks, Wooyoung.”

“No problem!” the younger man says, a wide smile on his face. “Also, I think you should confess to her.”

Seonghwa nearly chokes on his coffee again. 

“May I ask why?” he asks once he recovers.

“I don’t know. I just feel like it’d be a good idea. Who knows what could happen? Plus, if you don’t do it now, when will you? Never?”

“You sound like San and Hongjoong. And Yunho. Actually, all of them, I guess…”

“No wonder I get along with all y’all so well. Anyways, tell us all how it goes!” Wooyoung says, going to wake up San. Seonghwa just sighs, putting his plate in the sink and going to his room. He’d worry about the dishes later.

You invited San and Wooyoung to join your movie night, and Seonghwa was grateful. He wasn’t sure how he would spend multiple hours alone with you after the Closet Incident of Friday night. The only problem was that San and Wooyoung had a date planned for an hour after your movie night was scheduled. Which meant they were going to leave part way through. Seonghwa may or may not be screwed. 

“Alright. Bee Movie, or Lorax?” you ask, navigating to the search section of Netflix.

“Bee Movie, I want to see just what was so appealing to you two last time,” San says, Wooyoung nodding in agreement. You perk up, looking at Seonghwa with hopeful eyes. 

“I’m clearly outnumbered here, so I guess I should go with Bee Movie,” he says, heart fluttering when you smile wide and turn to select the movie. San and Wooyoung both mouth “confess” as soon as your back is turned to them, and Seonghwa waves them off, blushing. 

Twenty minutes into the movie, you’ve all fallen off the couch a few times because of how hard you’re laughing. Wooyoung and San excuse themselves to get ready for their date, saying not to wait for them and just enjoy the movie, but you and Seonghwa have to pause it anyways because you can’t stop laughing. 

You two see the pair off before returning to the couch, refilled glasses of water in hand and a pizza in the oven. The movie continues with you two in comfortable silence, the only breaks in the quiet being for fits of laughter and to bake another pizza when you finish eating the first. Seonghwa has nearly pushed the events of Friday to the back of his mind, but then you hit your leg on the table and swear under your breath. It almost sounds like you’ve moaned, and Seonghwa’s brain freezes as it tries to comprehend it. The anxiety returns to him, and the comfortable silence turns into a tense one. 

About halfway through the movie, Seonghwa finally sits up and turns to face you. His hands are shaking, and he’s still anxious, but honestly? He’s been meaning to tell you this for years. It was like Wooyoung said. It was now or never. 

“Hwa? Everything okay?” you ask, head tilting to the side. 

“Yeah, I just. I just wanted to say something.”

“You can say anything, you know that. This seems important, though,” you chuckle, reaching for his hands. Which were still shaking. Shit.

“I’m not really. Shit. I don’t really know how to say it. Um.”

“Hwa, baby, you’re overthinking it. Breathe. You can do this.” Even at the most pivotal point in your relationship, you’re the only thing able to calm him down. He looks up and smiles meekly, and you smile back and squeeze his hands. “So. What is it you wanted to say?”

“I love you, yn.”

Silence. Oh no oh no I fucked up oh my god she’s never going to want to talk to me again I fucked up so badly-

“Sure. Love you too, Hwa. You’re drunk, aren’t you? You never get this nervous around me when you’re sober,” you laugh, clearly not believing him. 

“I’ve only been drinking water.”

More silence.

“Oh.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck I fucked up so badly oh shit she’s really not going to talk to me now oh no oh my god oh no fuckkkkk I shouldn’t have told her that I’ve really done it now haven’t I fuck fuck FUCK this is bad this is really really bad oh no oh no oh my god fucking hell I shouldn’t have done that oh no is she looking at me because she’s disgusted with me or is because she doesn’t believe me still oh my god no this is REALLY bad oh fuck-

“Hwa.”

God dammit she’s not going to want to stay friends this is going to make this so awkward it was a really bad idea to do this-

“Dude, stop overthinking,” you interrupt his thoughts again, leveling him with a stare that made him blush from fear.

“No,” he shoots back, returning to his panicked thoughts. 

“What do you mean no? I love you too, you idiot.”

See she doesn’t feel the same way she just said she loves you too. Wait. She just said she…

He looks up, startled.

“You do?” he asks, incredulous. You love him back?

“Yeah, dumbass. I sucked your dick last week, didn’t I? Do you not listen to me when I say how much I hate sucking dick? I love you so much that I’ll try new things for you. And put up with San’s dumb dares. I’m only half kidding about this; I really do love you that much.”

“I was… really hoping you’d forgotten about that.” 

You reach over and take his hands in yours again. You smile at him, pulling him closer. He lets out a soft sigh as you wrap your arms around him, pushing your face into his neck to nuzzle him. 

It was calm this way. Gentle. There had been moments before during your friendship that were like this, but none so intimate as this one. Maybe it was because you two had finally confessed to each other. The moment was perfect… and then you straddled his hips and put your hands on his waist, the mood shifting.

“You know, I kind of want to try new things again,” you smirk, cocking your head to the left. 

“New… things…?” Seonghwa had a feeling he knew what you meant, but he couldn’t be too sure. Less than 10 minutes ago, you two had been watching the Bee Movie (again) and were preparing to move on to Lorax, a decidedly unromantic and unsexy set of movies. Now you were practically grinding on him, your face dangerously close to the sweet spot on his neck. His mind was everywhere, and he could barely form a coherent thought from the suddenness of it all… but he wasn’t complaining. 

“Yeah. Let me interest you in some” a slow grind of your hips. 

“New” hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Things, Hwa.” lips barely ghosting over his neck.

Seonghwa was going to fucking explode. 

“Yn…” he gasps as you begin to slowly, very fucking slowly kiss his neck. You hum, moving up to his jaw. 

“Do you want to move this to the fuck the bedroom,” he asks, eyes closing when you begin to suck on his sweet spot. He puts his hands on your hips and slowly guides you as you grind on him. Your hands trail down his , then to his waist, before you pull away and murmur a yes. He pants a little bit, hands beginning to slide up to your waist. 

You press your forehead to his, eyes closed and lips brushing against his. He hesitates for a second, then tentatively presses his mouth to yours. It’s gentle. Slow. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him and pressing harder against his body. He reaches one hand to rest against the back of your head, tangling in your hair a little bit, while the other stays on your waist. You deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the left to get a better angle. He gently pushes his tongue against your lips, opening you up. You nearly moan from how he licks into your mouth, pulling you closer against his body and tilting his head to deepen the kiss even more. His tongue brushes against yours, and it makes his head spin. You move your hands up his body to tug on his hair, earning a low moan in response, and that’s the last straw. 

He stands up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, and slowly makes his way down the hall. He puts you down for a second to push you against a wall, where you break away from him to gasp for air as he moves down to your neck. He pulls the fabric of your hoodie aside so he can suck on your collarbone, and you nearly see stars. You push him to the other side of the hall, hands on his chest as you kiss him again. Seonghwa moans softly against your mouth, and you press your hips against his and start to grind on him again. He pushes off the wall, and you two stumble towards his room, nearly crashing into the door when he reaches out to find the handle. 

You break apart again for air, and so he can turn on the light, then he pushes you against the door and kisses you again. He’s basically caged you, hands pressed to the door on either side of your face, so you wrap your arms around his neck and your leg around his waist.

“Hwa,” you whimper when he starts pressing kisses to your neck again. “Want to fuck want to suck you off.”

He can’t help the groan that falls from his lips. He presses closer and asks, “are you sure? I thought you didn’t like blowjobs.”

“Want to make you feel good. Meant it when I said goddammit Hwa when I said I wanted to try new things again,” you cut yourself off with a moan when he nips at your sweet spot. 

“Shit… fuck fuck fuck okay. Okay, let’s do this,” he exhales, pushing off the door and letting you drag him to the bed. You push him down, so he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and straddle him, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands land on your waist and start to roam, sliding under your hoodie to explore your skin. You break the kiss and drop to your knees, mouth beginning to water at just the sight of the prominent bulge in his gray sweatpants. 

You look up and make eye contact with him, noticing the flush on his face and how he’s panting. You rub him over his clothes for a few seconds, and his head tips back, eyes closing. He lifts his hips so you can take off his sweatpants and boxers, whimpering when the cool air of his room hits his cock. 

“Hwa.”

“Yeah?”

“How the fuck did you hide this from me last time?”

He blushes and throws an arm over his face as you stare, open-mouthed, at his cock. Which is a full seven or eight inches. That you somehow did not see in the closet last time, which is honestly beyond you.

“Yn-”

“Seriously, how???”

“Is that really so important? I swear, if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to-”

“Going to what?”

Seonghwa opened his mouth to answer, putting his arm at his side, but he was interrupted by you dragging a finger along the length of his cock. 

“F-fuck…”

“You didn’t answer me, Hwa. What were you going to do?”

“Nothing… it’s not important…”

“Oh? Then maybe I shouldn’t do this then,” you say as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His head tilts back, and he whimpers softly, snapping back up when you let go. 

“What was that for-”

“You said you wouldn’t do anything, so I figured I shouldn’t touch you. You know. So we’d be even.”

“No, yn, please. I need you to touch me, please; it feels like my cock is going to fucking explode… Please, just do something,” he began to beg, a slight panic in his voice. You smirked, then leaned over and licked his tip. 

His begging was cut off by the most sinful moan you have ever heard in your entire life. You spread his legs wider to get comfortable, settling between his thighs and then looking up at him. His pupils were blown out, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other holding the hem of his shirt. You licked him from base to tip, and he whimpered, biting his lip to try to stifle any sounds. And then you stopped.

“Yn-”

“Tell me what you were going to do,” you say, blowing on the head of his cock. Teasing him was very fun.

“Fucking hell, I don’t know? I was probably going to scream or something; I didn’t even think about it. Now can you please just fucking touch me-”

You cut him off again by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, earning a beautiful, drawn-out moan in response. You focus on his balls, taking one in your mouth and sucking a little bit. You hear Seonghwa’s breathing get heavier, soft whimpers leaving his lips despite his efforts. You switch to the other side, starting to stroke him with the hand still wrapped around his shaft. 

“Yn,” he sighs, the hand on his shirt reaching to tangle in your hair. You hum in response, making him shiver from the vibrations. His grip tightens in your hair, and you move off of him, still stroking him. He gasps and looks down at you just before you lean in and place a kiss on his tip. 

“Ready?” you ask, squeezing his shaft for a second and winking.

“Yn if you don’t fucking start already-” 

And once again, you interrupt him by licking him. You take him into your mouth, slowly going deeper until your mouth is half full of his cock. He moans at the sight, the sound going straight between your legs and making you want to pull off and just ride him into the sunset. 

Instead, you take him as deep as you can and stay there for a few seconds, pulling off before you start choking. 

The fact that Seonghwa has not combusted by now is shocking. 

“Fucking hell yn, that was so hot,” he says, the last word trailing into a soft moan when you lean forward to do it again. You repeat the action a few more times, Seonghwa’s moans increasing in frequency and volume each time, then swallow around him once before moving off. His face is scrunched up in pleasure, the hand fisted in the sheets almost white from exertion. 

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”

“Okay, but why would I need to FUCK. Oh my God-” he nearly collapses onto the bed when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and just start sucking like it’s a popsicle. You bob your head along his length a few times before returning to his tip, looking up to see his eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a long, loud moan. His back arches when you hollow your cheeks, your hand moving down to massage his balls. 

Your free hand snakes down between your legs, rubbing your clit in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure from how aroused you are. Watching him completely lose himself in pleasure was way hotter than it should’ve been.

After a few more minutes of your actions, Seonghwa found it extremely difficult not to buck into your mouth. Not that it had been easy before, but he was so close he could nearly taste his orgasm, and all he wanted to do was fuck your mouth again and cum. 

“Yn, fucking h-hell, I’m so close, I’m o-oh just like that, goddammit I’m g-going to cum,” he whined, eyes closed and head still tilted back. You hummed around him, nearly sending him over the edge, and then stopped. He looked at you and whimpered in protest when you moved off of him, one hand releasing his cock and the other moving out from between your legs. He hadn’t realized you’d been touching yourself, and his cock twitched at the thought. 

“Move over so I can ride you,” you say, climbing onto the bed. Seriously, how had Seonghwa not died yet?

“Not yet,” he says, shifting as you sit next to him.

“What? Why not?”

“I also want to try doing something new.”

“And that is?” you ask warily. He just smirks, pushing you to lay on the bed and then moving to kneel between your legs.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to guess. Take off your shorts.”

You comply, sliding them most of the way down your legs, Seonghwa helping you when you get to your knees. He chuckles when you kick your left leg fruitlessly, trying to shake off the garment, and he slides your shorts off completely. You look back at him, and he’s gazing at you with stars in his eyes. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, sliding to lay between your legs. You blush, touched by the compliment. You could get used to this kind of intimacy with him.

He stares at the wet spot on the cotton of your panties, and you try to close your legs from embarrassment. He puts his hands on your thighs and pushes them back apart, lowering his face until his nose nearly touches the spot. He tentatively darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking you over your panties, and you whimper at the touch. The way he closes his eyes and sighs softly only heightens your arousal. He takes two fingers and rubs you over the cotton, almost purring at the way your back arches slightly and your eyes flutter closed. You open your eyes again when he moves his hand away, about to protest when he looks back up at you. 

“Okay, now these,” he says, hooking a finger under the band of your panties. He lets go, the elastic snapping back onto your waist. It stung a little bit, but the dark, lustful look in his eyes made it more arousing than painful. You hurry to push them down, letting him help you slide them off like he did your shorts. 

His face nearly level with your pussy again, he blows on your clit a few times, the cool air making you writhe a bit under him. He gets up, leaning over to press a soft kiss against your lips. He moans at the taste of himself on you, running a hand down your body and stopping just short of your hips. 

You gasp as his mouth releases yours, “Hwa, please-”

“Please, what?”

“Please just touch me,” you whine.

“Oh, look who’s begging now? And why should I? You made me wait, after all.”

You just whine and reach for his hand, which he lets you hold. He cocks an eyebrow, lowering his face, so he’s all the way down on the bed and mere centimeters away from your pussy.

“Please, please, I just need you to do something.”

He pretends to think for a second before looking back up and smirking.

“Yeah, okay, I guess I should. I want to return the favor, after all,” he obliges, pushing his face further between your legs. 

He licks slowly up your folds, making eye contact with you as you shiver. Releasing your hand and shifting a bit, he pushes your thighs out a bit wider, then proceeds to completely bury his face between your legs. 

“H-hwa fuck,” you moan as he begins to suck on your clit. He chuckles, the vibrations making you shudder again, then replaces his lips with two fingers. Rubbing slow circles on your clit, he quickly moves down to fuck you with his tongue. He doesn’t rush, making sure you can take it as he pushes his tongue into you, but when you’re settled, he doesn’t hold back. 

The feeling of his tongue and his fingers was almost too much. You put one hand on the back of his head to ground yourself, tangling your fingers in his hair like he did with you. He groans into you when you tug on the strands, burying his face even further into you. 

If you hadn’t been so distracted by how good he was making you feel, you would have noticed how he was rutting against the bed. With every one of your moans, he thrusts a little bit faster, the feeling of his sheets dragging against his cock making it twitch from need. It didn’t nearly compare to your mouth, but he was too desperate to care. He tongue-fucks you even faster, pushing your thighs down with his free hand when you writhe. Once he’s sure you’ll stay still, he braces himself against the bed and thrusts harder. The tip of his cock is leaking precum, and he knows it will stain the sheets, but he can’t bring himself to care about the mess right now.  

“Oh my god… Fuck fuck fuck Hwa, oh my God, I’m close,” you say, your voice shifting to a whine when he pulls his tongue out of you. He continues to trace circles against your clit, but it’s not enough to get you over the edge. Just as you’re about to protest, however, he pulls his fingers away and sticks them in his mouth. Making eye contact with you, he twirls his tongue around them a few times, slowly pulling them out and making a show of the whole thing. He then presses his fingers to your entrance, then pushes them in one at a time.

You moan softly once his fingers are fully inside, and with a grin, he returns his lips to your clit and starts to suck. He alternates between sucking and licking as he thrusts his fingers, and the pressure begins to build again as you try not to grind on his face. 

“Gonna cum for me? Do you want to? Want to cum all over my face and make a mess of it, is that it? Fuck, baby, you taste so damn good,” he growls, to which you moan in response, words failing as he pleasures you. Just as you’re about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of you and lets go of your clit with one last suck. He sticks his fingers back in his mouth and lets out a hum of approval, winking at you as he twirls his tongue around them again. 

“Seonghwa-”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“You didn’t let me finish either.”

“Yeah, because I wanted to ride you! I was so close! Why would you stop-”

“Because I would rather you cum on my cock than my fingers, baby.”

Sexier words have never been spoken, you think, as Seonghwa stands up. He reaches to the bedside table to grab a condom and lube, stroking his cock a few times before he slides the condom on. You pull him in for another kiss, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. It’s such a sexy sound that he thinks he’ll cum from just listening to you. 

“Hwa,” you whine when he pulls away.

“Yes, yn?”

“Need you to fuck me, like right now.”

“Fuck. Okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Park Seonghwa, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go find San and Wooyoung and beg them to fuck me instead.”

“Okay, okay, just making sure, no need to do anything drastic!”

He grabs the lube and squirts some into his hand, warming it before putting it on his cock, rubbing a little bit on your pussy before placing the tube back on the nightstand. He slowly starts to push into you, eyes closing at the feeling. You whimper as he stretches you, pulling him back down for another kiss. By the time he bottoms out, you’re both moaning into the kiss. Him, because you’re so tight and warm, and you, because you feel so full, and it’s so good to finally feel him again. 

A comfortable silence, the only sound being the two of you breathing, falls over the room as you adjust. It doesn’t take long, your arousal speeding up the process, and you nudge his hips with your own to get him to move. 

He slowly grinds into you, letting you wrap your legs around his waist before he starts to thrust. He’s gentle at first, taking your lower lip between his so he can suck on it. You whimper when he lets go, cutting off when you feel him bury his face against your chest. He sucks a hickey near your collarbone, placing kisses against your skin as he tries not to fuck you too hard. You tell him to go faster, and he obliges with a soft moan, hips beginning to snap against yours. He moves to kiss your neck, pretty much making out with it considering how much he’s biting you.

“Yn, fuck, you feel so good,” he groans against your neck, the words making you clench around him. He fucks into you a little harder, begging you to do it again, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. His hands travel back to your hips, holding you down while he begins to pound you into the bed. You moan loudly when he thrusts against your g-spot, nearly arching as his cock continues to brush against it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Hwa, oh my God-”

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you? Having my cock so deep in your pussy… Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he moans, lifting his head to look at you as you clench around him again. He growls when you make eye contact, adjusting himself so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle. Your eyes roll back, and you clutch at his arms, begging him not to stop. You reach up and tangle your hands in his hair again, pulling on it whenever he delivers an especially good thrust. He chokes on air when you tug particularly hard, fucking you even faster just to get you to do it again.

He lowers to press kisses against your skin, starting just below your ear. His lips trail along your jaw, then down a little further, peppering the column of your neck with kisses and love bites. You wrap your arms around him and practically claw at his back, both of your moans getting even louder. 

“H-hwa, shit, you feel so good. Ah — Ah fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you plead, your back fully arching off the bed when he lets out a deep growl and fucks you harder. 

“Yn, dammit-”

“That’s it, oh G-God right there, Hwa,” you moan, whimpering when he throws his head back with a loud, desperate groan. You lean up and attach your mouth to his neck, littering the smooth expanse of skin with bite marks and hickeys. He whines when you nip at his Adam’s apple, gripping your hips even harder. He thrusts into you as deep as he can and then swivels his hips, his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls. He alternates between pounding into you and grinding against you, abs flexing with each movement. 

Your gaze travels down his body, breath hitching as you take him in. You’ve definitely paid attention to how much he worked out, but until now, you’ve never had a chance to see just how toned he is. It’s not like he walked around naked or even shirtless when you came over. You trail a hand down his torso, from his (very defined) chest down to his abs, shivering as you trace the hard lines of his body. He then pushes his face against your chest, whining after your touches. 

“I’m close… fuck, I-I’m so close yn,” he whimpers, going back to his hard, fast thrusts, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You whine, the sound making you dizzy with arousal. You pull him in for another kiss, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips so he can suck on yours. You two make out for another few minutes, his thrusts never ceasing, before you start to feel the knot in your stomach.

“Seonghwa-”

“I know, yn, I know, m-me too. Just fu-uck just a f-few more, okay? A few more minutes, and we can cum together. Is that okay?” he pants, gasping when you press your fingertips against his shoulder blades. 

You nod, eyes closing and a moan falling from your mouth after a particularly amazing snap of his hips. He shifts, hitting even deeper inside of you, and you nearly see stars from the pleasure. He brings his hand between your legs and presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing light circles against the spot.

“H-hwa, I’m gonna oh FUCK me I-I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, burying your face against his shoulder. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, barely able to move at times but still thrusting as hard and fast as he can. 

“Fuck, baby… cum with me, shit, you feel so good, squeezing me so damn well,” he moans, hips beginning to stutter. You want to kiss him, want to tell him how good he looks, and how much you want to watch him finish, but all that you can muster right now are choked, desperate moans. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, one hand on your ankle and the other hooking around your leg so he can continue rubbing your clit, and hits so deep inside you that you can nearly feel him hitting your cervix. Your eyes roll back, and you let out a long, broken moan of his name as you cum. Your nails dig into his back again, and your legs almost slide off his shoulders. 

Seonghwa looks down and moans when he sees you soaking his dick. He gives a few more deep, shaky thrusts before he sinks in all the way and stills. You whine at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, holding onto his arms to try to ground yourself. His eyes close, and he throws his head back, a nearly delirious cry of your name tumbling from his mouth as he cums. He grinds against you, riding out his orgasm a bit haphazardly before he shudders and collapses against you. 

The room is quiet as you two come down from your highs, his head resting against your shoulder, and you wrapped around him like a koala. He leans up a little bit to kiss you, so gentle in contrast to how hard he’d been fucking you into the bed just a few minutes before. He flips you two so he’s holding you, still kissing you. He pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it toward the trash. He’s not sure if it made it in or not, but that’s a problem for later. You whine at the loss, but you’re immediately comforted by him placing soft kisses against your forehead. 

When you fully come to your senses, he’s gazing at you with stars in his eyes. He smiles softly, reaching over to stroke your hair. 

“Hey,” you say, smiling back.

“Hey yourself,” he says. “That was… that was really something.”

You snort, sitting up, back against the headboard. “Yeah, it really was.”

“It was amazing. You were amazing. I mean, you always are, but something about that, about right now… I don’t know. You’re so beautiful,” he says, still in a daze. You blush, pulling him closer. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he runs a hand through your hair. You reach up to fix his, which had become very messy when you were pulling on it. 

“I want to stay here forever,” you say, cuddling closer to him.

“Who says you can’t?”

“The pizza we put in the oven. I don’t smell anything burning, but we should still check on it anyways.”

If it weren’t for fear of his apartment burning down, he would just ignore the pizza. He sighs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before saying, “I’ll go deal with it, but then it’s back to cuddling. Don’t you dare move.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. You’ve officially fucked the ability to move out of my legs,” you say, giggling. 

When he returns, you’re half asleep and holding onto his pillow. He smiles softly, crawling back into bed with you. He takes the pillow out of your arms and pulls you into his hold, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Hwa,” you murmur, looking up at him. He hums, and you turn to nuzzle against his chest. “Can we do that again?”

“Was one round not enough?”

“No. Need at least one more. That one was fucking. I need to make love to you this time instead,” you say, now tracing circles on his bicep. He hums, pulling you into his lap.

“Okay, but we’re taking a bath afterward. You look like you’re falling asleep,” he says, starting to remove the minimal clothing he’d thrown on to deal with the pizza. You lean in to kiss him after he takes off his shirt, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling closer. He blindly reaches to the nightstand to get another condom, fumbling with the wrapper as he returns your kiss. He palms himself, his cock already almost fully hard, before taking off his boxers and sliding the condom on. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds a few times before slowly pushing back into you. You whimper from overstimulation, and he’s about to stop when you sink down all the way. 

“I’m in charge this time,” you say, breaking the kiss to pin his shoulders to the headboard. He blinks up at you, then nods, placing his hands on your waist, helping you steady yourself and get your legs to stop shaking. 

You start gently grinding against him, and he moans quietly. He helps guide you back and forth as you pick up speed, which you’re tempted to stop, but you don’t because it’s comforting to have him there. 

“Yn-” he nearly whispers, a breathy moan falling from his lips when you start to slowly bounce on him. He drops his head into your shoulder, whimpers escaping his lips with each bounce. Wrapping his arms around you, he starts to kiss your neck again, throwing in a few small bites and some licks here and there. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to your jawline, and you pull him closer with a sigh. 

It’s not long before you both feel an orgasm approaching. You speed up a little bit, head tilting back to give him more access to your neck. He starts to suck on your sweet spot, partly to help you reach your high and partly to stifle the moans threatening to escape his throat. 

“Hwa, baby, I’m gonna cum again,” you whimper, pushing his face further into your neck. He groans in agreement, lifting his hips to grind against you. The angle has him grinding directly against your clit, and the sensation makes you see stars. You’re thrown off the edge again, pleasure rolling through you in waves as you cum around him. You let out a silent scream, back arching as he pulls you down hard on his cock. He bites down on your neck, moaning loudly against your skin as he starts cumming, too. 

You two grind against each other for another minute or so to ride out your highs. He pulls you in to cuddle again once you’re done, pulling out and throwing away the condom. You stay like that for another minute or two before he lays the two of you down and cuddles you that way. 

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper, eyes starting to close as you drift off. Seonghwa smiles, but then something crosses his mind, and he sits up again.

“Yn… are we dating now?”

You look up and nearly swat him. “Yes, you dumbass. Why wouldn’t we be?”

He shrugs, settling in against the pillows and pulling you close. 

“I love you, yn.”

“I love you too, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s fireworks show has finally ended; he is happy to have you in his arms. His only regret is not scamming San into buying tickets for it before he confessed, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep. 

When Seonghwa wakes up, he’s glad to see you’re still there, face down and snoring into the pillow. He props himself up on one arm and rests his chin on his hand, content to just admire you. It’s a calm morning, the sun gentle through the curtains covering his window, bathing you in soft light. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, smiling when you roll over. 

“Just pretty?” you say, facing away from him. He blinks, not realizing you’d woken up. You roll over again, facing him this time and cocking an eyebrow. “Last night, you were calling me beautiful and amazing.”

He blushes and reaches to stroke your hair, then murmurs, “My brain hasn’t caught up with me yet. Beautiful is too long of a word for me to think about right now.”

You snort, sitting up with the covers still around you. You pull him closer, letting him rest against your shoulder. 

“I love you. You’re perfect. The best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know what I would do without you-”

“Don’t overdo it so early in the day, baby. We still have many hours for you to shower me in compliments,” you say, giggling as you run your fingers through his hair. He blushes and buries his face in your shoulder, mumbling something about how narcissistic you must be. 

You two stay like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s presence and the calm of the morning. Seonghwa lifts his head from your shoulder and is about to tell you, again, just how perfect you are, when a crashing sound drifts down the hallway. 

“Shit, I think San’s up,” you say, looking at the door. Voices echo down the hall, one clearly San’s and the other utterly unintelligible because it comes in the form of a screech.

“Sounds like Wooyoung is, too,” Seonghwa sighs. He starts to get up, thwarted when you pull him back down onto the bed. He giggles when you straddle him, resting your forehead against his, noses brushing. 

“You’re not allowed to leave yet.”

“What if they burn down the apartment?”

“There’s a fire extinguisher in the closet, right? They can deal with it themselves. You’re going to stay here and let me make love to you again,” you say, peppering kisses across his face. He sighs in mock defeat before reaching up to pull you down onto his chest as you squeal. 

“Mmm, no, I think I’m going to be the one making love to you this time,” he murmurs, flipping you two and pressing his hips against yours. He starts to grind against you, pressing kisses against your neck and humming when you wrap your limbs around him. 

“Hwa-”

You’re cut off by another crash and more screeches, the two men in the kitchen sounding a little more alarmed now. Seonghwa sighs and gets up, barely resisting when you try to pull him back. 

“I would really rather not be interrupted by a fire alarm later,” he sighs, dragging himself out of bed. 

“Really? Interesting, I’d actually prefer to hear the fire alarm. They’re great for sex playlists,” you mutter, rolling your eyes and propping yourself up against the pillows. 

“Yeah, and carbon monoxide alarms. Really get me going, you know?” he replies, grinning over his shoulder at you. You smile back, then let your gaze drift down his body, admiring him in the sunlight. 

“Did you ever notice how often I looked at you?” you ask when he turns around. He blinks in surprise, eyes widening when you laugh. 

“Y-you did?” 

“I think you need to get your eyes checked. Yeosang used to give me his sunglasses whenever we went to the pool at Yunho’s because I was ‘blatantly eye-fucking’ you every time.”

“I always wondered why you seemed to be stealing his sunglasses,” he says. He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Stealing? More like being forced to wear them against my will,” you snort. “I’m pretty sure he thought you’d drag me into the shed and fuck me if you caught me staring. Though, that would have been much more preferable.”

“If it weren’t for fear of stepping on a nail or something in the shed, I would have done that if you asked. Though, honestly, with all that staring, it’s a wonder you never noticed me staring at you,” he says, slipping a hoodie on. He ties the drawstring of his sweatpants before looking back up and saying, “I guess we both need our eyes checked.”

There’s another crash, and you both look towards the door. 

“That’s my cue, I guess,” he sighs. 

“Have fun,” you say. He grimaces, opening the door. He’s about to walk out when you stop him, exclaiming, “Oh! Does this mean I can wear your clothes now?”

“You already steal my clothes!”

“Yeah, but now we can share clothes. I don’t have to commit theft anymore.”

“…Fine. Please wait before wearing the new hoodies, though. I want to hold onto those a bit longer-”

“Those ones are safe; they don’t smell like you yet,” you say, scrambling out of bed to get to the closet.

“They don’t what-”

Seonghwa is cut off by another crash from the kitchen. He rushes out the door, and you shake your head, chuckling. 

Seonghwa walks into the kitchen, fully intending to grab the fire extinguisher and start spraying everything, but is surprised to see that everything looks… normal? 

“Fun night?” Wooyoung asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“What do you m-”

“We came back and heard you two,” San sighs. Seonghwa turns bright red and clears his throat. 

“Oh. Uh. Sorry about that. Did anything hap-”

“I mean, it was more entertaining than anything else. San was right, you’re really fucking loud,” Wooyoung says, sitting at the table. Seonghwa nearly chokes, turning to glare at San, who shrugs. 

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell who was louder. The headboard seemed to be a pretty good contender, too. Oh, by the way, we finished the pizza. Did you two get any before you started trying to break your bedframe?” Wooyoung ponders. 

“That was the second pizza. We ate the first while waiting for you to come back. And we weren’t trying to break the bedf-”

“Right, right, you were christening your new relationship. Got it,” San replies, Wooyoung chuckling as Seonghwa swats at the former.

“You two seem to be okay,” Seonghwa says, grabbing a mug to get coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” San inquires, cocking his head to the side.

“Heard some crashes and screeching, figured I should check if either of you burned down the kitchen. Everything seems to be okay, though,” Seonghwa says, then notices the four pots in the sink. He eyes the other two suspiciously, and they both avoid his gaze.

“Do I want to know?” he asks, and Wooyoung quickly shakes his head before handing him a pair of tongs and directing him to the stove to help. 

You emerge from Seonghwa’s room as the three men work on breakfast, noting that the smell of bacon woke you up. 

“Did you sleep well?” Seonghwa asks, walking over with a plate for you. 

“Yeah, that was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” you reply, smiling and taking the plate. He notices that you’re wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his shorts, and his heart flutters. Maybe he spoke too soon about the fireworks show coming to an end. 

 “That’s good,” San says, ignoring how Wooyoung’s shooting death glares at him for using the wrong pans for the bacon. “You must have been pretty tired.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Who knew the Bee Movie could be so exhausting?” you say, winking at Seonghwa. 

“Uh huh. Sure, the Bee Movie, we can say that,” San says. “It totally wasn’t, oh, I don’t know, Seonghwa’s big….”

Seonghwa tenses, looking over at San. You look at him, too, puzzled.

“…wine glasses,” San finishes, smirking as he sits beside you. “Seriously, those things? Damn. I could probably pass out after drinking from one of them. They really… fill you up, don’t they, Hwa?” 

Curse San and his horrible dirty jokes. Seonghwa shoots him a glare as you continue to look puzzled. 

“Am I missing something?” you ask, looking between the two men. 

“Nah, it’s not impor-”

“We came home and heard you two fucking. Also, San, those jokes were a reach, and you know it,” Wooyoung says nonchalantly, sliding in next to San and cutting him off. 

“Oh. Well, uh, sorry you had to hear that,” you say, looking down at your plate. Seonghwa takes a sip of his coffee and avoids looking at anyone else. 

“That’s okay! It was more funny than anything else. We should probably invest in soundproof walls, though,” San says. He leans against Wooyoung and nuzzles against his neck, opening his mouth so the younger man can feed him bacon. You and Seonghwa exchange a look, eyes widening. 

“So… when did you two become official?” Seonghwa asks.

“Last night. We stayed out until we thought you would be asleep and then came back to… celebrate, you could say, but it seemed like you two were also partaking in festivities,” Wooyoung says, pushing another piece of bacon into San’s mouth. San nods, then closes his eyes as he chews, humming contently. 

“Ah, well, if you two want to celebrate properly today, Hwa and I will be out later,” you say, getting up to get more coffee. 

“We are?” Seonghwa asks, completely confused. Did he forget something?

“Yep! I’m taking you out on a date at 7 PM. I made reservations at that pasta place we like. I hope you didn’t have any plans,” you say, looking back and grinning. Seonghwa is very lucky that school is on break and that he basically has no life outside of the friend group. 

“Nope, no plans,” he says, joining you in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a chaste kiss to your neck.

“At least, not ones that required us to be out of bed,” he whispers. You shiver, then turn to face him, circling your arms around his neck. 

“We can do that when we get home,” you say, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer and cupping your face with his left hand.

“Ooh~ Seonghwa and yn, sittin’ in a tree,” San sings, nudging Wooyoung to join. You two break apart, but not quickly enough to stop the pair from finishing.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” they yell, cackling when you pick up a butter knife and shake it at them. 

Seonghwa smiles, shaking his head. He looks over at you and sees you laughing, his heart melting at how cute it is. You meet his gaze and smile, eyes twinkling. You hold up a finger heart, blowing a kiss at him as you go back to the table. He’s happy. You look happy, too. I could get used to this, he thinks. 

This time, he welcomed the fireworks. 

Motivation (P.SH)

Word Count : 1.6k

Synopsis : He was her tutor but she would rather party than study. That is until she has the proper motivation.

Warnings : drinking, partying, swearing, smut

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Smut Warnings : unprotected sex, marking, praise, breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, fingering, i think that's everything

            The music drowned any thoughts she had while the alcohol burned her throat. She lost her friends a while ago despite their promise of not leaving her alone if she came out with them tonight. But she didn’t mind the distraction from the homework that seemed to suffocate her. Seonghwa was going to have a few choice words for her on Monday during their tutoring session, but she didn’t mind.

            It didn’t bother her when he was angry at her. He looked hot when he was angry and it usually had her clenching her thighs together. Though Seonghwa looked hot no matter what, but there was something about him when he was angry that just pushed her over the edge a little bit more.

            She took another shot as she felt her phone buzz with a text. Shouldn’t you be studying and not partying? She looked around unable to spot Seonghwa hiding just around the corner from where she was, and unable to help the playful smile that spread across her face. With a couple drinks running through her veins, her confidence was sky high.

            Why don’t you give me some motivation to do my homework? Seonghwa knew she was interested in him. Whether it was purely sexual or if there was some romantic feelings involved as well he wasn’t too sure. But when he became a tutor he vowed to himself never to be that tutor.

            But she would show up to their sessions in tiny little sundresses. With her hair pulled back, showing off the deep v of the dress, her chest and neck on display, begging to be marked with deep purple. God she would look amazing covered in his marks.

            He didn’t want to be that tutor but he couldn’t help himself when she was practically begging for him. Like she was meant for him and only for him. I’ll fuck you if you do all your homework. He replied before he could second guess the reply, watching as she almost dropped her phone.

            Seonghwa made his move then, making his way over to her, and wrapping his arms around her from behind. Leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?” She was wearing yet another sundress, looking so innocent, and he couldn’t wait to rip it off her and see what’s waiting for him underneath.

            She leaned into his touch, her body already on fire. “Yeah.” She breathed out. “Let’s go.” He didn’t waste another second, grabbing her hand, and dragging her out of the party he didn’t want to go to in the first place. He already wasted so much time denying what he really wanted. He wanted her and he was going to take all over her, make her his.

~

            As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on hers, and she kissed him back with the same amount of urgency, as if they didn’t have all night. “I need to know you’re sober and that you actually want this.” Seonghwa paused, holding her face in his gently.

            “Seonghwa, I have wanted you for months. Just fuck me already.” She initiated this kiss this time, wrapping her arms around his neck, lightly gripping his hair as he deepened the kiss. He started kissing down her neck as he pushed her towards the bed. His lips left her skin for a few seconds as he lifted her and threw her onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of her and attaching his lips to her neck once again, as if he was a vampire in desperate need of blood.

            “Gonna mark you up all pretty, kitten.” He grumbled, sucking on her skin, his hands exploring the parts of her body he’s only fantasized about touching. “Mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.” He started sucking on a different part of her neck, causing a soft moan to leave her lips, and he knew he found the sweet spot, so he took extra time on that spot.

            His fingers ghosted over her hardened nipples a few times, and when he finally gently squeezed them between his fingers, she bucked her hips upwards, her pussy meeting his dick.

            “So sensitive.” He teased with a smile. He so badly wanted to take his time, tease her more, but it was killing him seeing her laying in his bed, looking up at him with those eyes. Those eyes that were begging him to fuck her, to absolutely ruin her. And he couldn’t wait. “Take this off.” He practically growled and she listened, quickly removing her dress as he removed his shirt and jeans. “Such a good girl.”

            “Stop teasing.” She whined.

            “Be patient kitten.” He hovered over her again, his lips lightly ghosting over her skin, peppering soft kisses down her body, slowly making his way down to her pussy, his fingers looping through the lacy waistband, pulling them down her legs as he pressed a kiss to her clit, causing her to shiver. “So pretty.” He said before he began eating her out like he had been starving for days. She could feel herself so close to coming undone, but then he stopped, causing her to whine. “Gotta earn your orgasm.” He teased, cocking his head to the side. And she wished she could hate him, but god did he look so fucking hot with her juices glistening on his face and his head cocked to the side.

            “Anything. Please just let me cum.” She whined. He started asking her questions from the homework he had given her as he buried his fingers inside her. Every time she would get an answer right he would curl his fingers and go a little faster but would stop if she got one wrong.

            “Good girl.” He said after five right answers, curling his fingers inside her again, and licking her clit at the same time. “Cum for me kitten. Don’t hold back. Let it all out.” Her legs began to shake as she got closer to cumming and he began licking her clit again, his fingers still pumping inside of her.

            “Fuck don’t stop Hwa. I’m so close.” She threw her head back in pleasure as she came undone, Seonghwa wasting no time in licking it all up and then kissing her so she could have a taste. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he hovered over her, grinding his still clothed dick into her pussy, making her moan into his mouth.

            “Taste so good kitten. I could eat you for days.”

            “I’m not stopping you.”

            “You sure you don’t want my dick?” He joked, grinding down again, and she moaned again. “Needy little thing aren’t you.”

            “Only for you.”

            “Yeah?” He teased. “Should I fill you with my cum then? Really claim you as mine?” She moaned at the thought. “You like that?” He continued grinding down on her clit. “Want me to breed you hmm?” She nodded, lightly scratching at his chest. “Use your words kitten.”

            “Breed me, Hwa. Please fill me with your cum.” He quickly removed his boxers, throwing them who knows where, he really didn’t care. All he cared about in this moment was feeling her pussy wrapped around his dick.

            He lined it up before slowly entering, not wanting to hurt her. The stretch burned a little, but it felt so good. She was begging for more and he was a giver. He started slow, beginning with questions again, going a little faster with each correct answer. He could feel her clenching, getting close to her second orgasm, and she stopped answering his questions, so he stopped moving, wrapping his hand around her throat.

            Her eyes went wide at the soft pressure around her throat. “Answer my questions if you want to cum kitten.” She stuttered out that she didn’t know so he added a bit more pressure and moved onto the next question.

            As he began moving again, she was quickly reaching her high again causing her to stutter and forget her answers which made him stop. “Please let me cum.” She whined.

            “Gotta answers my questions if you want to cum.” It was torture to him too but it also felt so good. Watching her get desperate for a release, tears welling up in her eyes, his hand wrapped around her throat, some of his marks still showing. She looked so pretty, so ethereal. So perfect for him. She answered the next question correctly and he decided that she deserved another orgasm.

            “Fuck.” She moaned as his thrusts began to get sloppy, both of them getting close to their highs. As she began to clench around him, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck Hwa I’m going to cum.”

            “Cum for me kitten.” He growled and she let go. A few more thrusts and he came, but he didn’t stop. “Gonna fuck this cum into you, make sure none of it gets out.” He said as he removed his hand from her throat and pressed his lips to hers. “Mine.” He said softly as he pulled out, laying beside her, brushing her hair out of her face.

            “Yours.” She replied with a soft smile.

            “Let me run a bath for you and get you some water.” She nodded and he quickly pressed his lips to hers again, quickly growing addicted to the way her kisses felt, and left for the bathroom. When he returned, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, gently placing her into the warm water, and then handed her a glass of cold water.

            “Join me.” She softly spoke, looking up at him with eyes he just couldn’t refuse. She was going to be his weakness and he honestly couldn’t wait.

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‼️🎧SEONGHWA NSFW AUDIO🎧‼️

Length:: 2:05

Prompt:: seonghwa eating you out like you're his last meal 💋

A/N:: the next few audios I will be posted are targeted toward female audience buttt most of the interactions I seem to get are female anyways so...

Reminder that this is for pure imagination and is not intended for any other purposes

Taglist:: @joongiebites @yoongles2025

Atz audio masterlist:: ❣️

blacklist }} p.sh (m)

>>summary: you're usually a good girl. you stay out of trouble, do your own shit, and mind your own goddamn business. but when you're suddenly blacklisted by Park Seonghwa, all of that is quickly forgotten

>>pairing: park seonghwa x reader

>>genre: enemies2lovers hints idek. fluff kind of, badboy seonghwa, use of social media, etc

>>word count: 5.3k

>>warning: oc's potty mouth, lots of cursing, half of ateez are assholes, invasion of privacy, blackmailing but not really blackmailing, suggestive remarks, let me know if there's more. also not really smutty. just some mature topics. Y'all, I'm sorry for the scrolling!! accidentally removed the "keep reading" shit and didn't even realize it--whoops.

Park Seonghwa; he's nothing but some guy who happens to be blessed in the looks department, with an access to daddy's credit cards. Boooring. But everyone around here seems to listen to his words--his opinions, like it's the gospel.

For fucking why? You don't know, you're still trying to figure it out yourself, but believe it when you say it's ridiculous.

You've been staring at the computer screen for legit 20 minutes now, still unable to process everything--just as baffled as you were when you first opened up the page: Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. And there you are, your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You can't believe it... you're officially blacklisted.

You'd be lying if you were to say you weren't warned. No, you just didn't think it'd actually happen--that he'd actually do it. Over something so petty, too!

It was maybe a little over a week ago, when you and your friend were lining up for the annual career fair. You know, an opportunity--a chance, to talk one-on-one with an actual representative from a company or any sort of working field so you can get somewhat of a jumpstart, just so you didn't feel like you're wasting your college experience away. Anyways! Everything was going good, until Seonghwa and his group of dipshits, you mean his friends, showed up and literally sucked the life out of everything and everyone there.

The line was so fucking long, you would've thought people were getting paid to be there, but no. Apparently, many other students felt the same exact way you did, and so the event ended up being a clusterfuck. You and Sumi stood in line for almost two hours already, so close to finally securing a booth, until Seonghwa and the shitheads suddenly cut in front of you guys.

Of course, had it been any other times, you would had let it slide. You're usually not one to pick a fight, and the last thing you want to do, is mess with Park Seonghwa: the campus's heartthrob and apparently everyone's favorite--a mystery that will go unsolved. But you had a long day. You just managed to cram two exams in one night, you were walking on an hour of sleep, and you just waited in line for what felt like years, and now daddy's boy over here thinks he could just waddle his way into the front of the line and you'd say nothing? No, fuck that.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder--he also happened to be the closest one to you. But he barely even swiped you a look. No... like literally. He checked behind for like a second and continued on the chatter with his boys like you're a fly; an inconvenience. You cleared your throat as he obviously did not get the message, but second time's a charm, right?

You repeated your previous action, but this time your tap holding more power, yet it didn't even faze him. Even worse, he didn't even deliver at least a glance. And just as you were about to lose your patience--as if you had any left, Sumi tugged at your arm and gave you that look. That look as in, "I know you're about to pop off, but please reconsider".

Like you said, you think you're a pretty good student and daughter overall. You try to stay out of trouble, you do shit as they're supposed to be done, and mind your own business for the most part. And frankly, you were not even looking for a fight. They cut in front of you and your friend disrespectfully, and you just wanted to tell them it's not okay. Sumi understood this, but she also knew that you can be overly self-righteous, morally determined, and always feeling like you have to do the right thing; save the day. And especially when someone pushes your buttons, all these sides of you starts coming out from hiding.

"Excuse me, but me and my friend were here first. We've been waiting for quite a while, so we'd appreciate it if you guys didn't--" You liked to act tough, but now that all four of the boys have officially turned their attention to you, it felt like you have been backed into a corner. Their stares lingering and piercing with animosity.

"Aww, Hwa... what should we do?" Wooyoung playfully nudged the older boy, delivering his remark with a tone that made you want to lounge forward and slap the smirk off his annoying face. Jung Wooyoung. The name anyone with a vagina on campus would probably know, because he is a walking red flag in itself. His dick has a need of its own that has to be fulfilled every couple hours. You're not sure how it hasn't fallen off by now, but you have better things to worry about than his limp sausage.

Wooyoung's comment caused an even bigger, punch-inducing grin plastered so clearly on Seonghwa's face. Like he's thinking: finally, some good shit.

"We got a tough one, ay?" He raised an eyebrow at you, quite literally trying to work up your nerves, and it's working. Better yet, it's multiplied when you see the same stupid grin on all the boys like it's contagious.

"I don't want to argue, I just don't think it's nice, cutting in front of all these people who have been here before you guys." The accent in your voice is genuine and innocent enough, yet the audacity you had to even cause such a scene in the first place, sparked a little interest in Park Seonghwa; the fascination to see how far he can really push your buttons.

Wooyoung was about to say something again like he always does, but is stopped in place when the older boy placed a hand in front of him, signaling him not to. "It's fine, Woo. We can go to the back of the line. Kitty and her friend here probably needs the experience more than we do."

His snide remark caused slight chuckles to erupt from the group of friends; two in the back: San and Jongho, high-fiving each other. These bitches have the mental capacities of a ten year old, TOPS!

You knew you should be offended at Seonghwa's allusion to you and Sumi being some kind of charity case, and you are! But the nickname in reference to you, is just as insulting. Kitty? That's jail! No, actually, you think it'd sound cute, if it was coming from anybody else but Seonghwa and his friends. Like if it came from Hongjoong, the really cute and nice guy who's in the same major as you. You guys would occasionally share greetings, and bid goodbyes like you won't see each other ever again, only to run into him in your 8 a.m. class the next day. But you and your crush on Kim Hongjoong, is another topic for another day.

Sumi was just cowering behind you the whole time, watching the shitshow unfold in front of her, yet too terrified to say anything to back her own best friend up. Not that you'd ever fault her, or be upset, because you understood your own friend's timid-ness. You found it endearing, and that's what you're here for; to coddle and protect her when she's too afraid to do it herself.

"Excuse me?" Was all you could get out. Because how in the fuck do you even reply to that.

Seonghwa scoffed, and his friends followed with more giggles. What is this? Middle school?

"Let me guess..." He suddenly took a step forward, trying to close the space between the both of you. Retreat, retreat! "Broke college student surviving on ramen each day with no luck in landing a job yet? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Hate to break it to you, Kitty, but life doesn't work like that."

As if he knows how life works! Because that's exactly how things usually play out at events like this. But then again, it's Park Seonghwa. He's probably never even been to a career fair before, let alone even heard of the word. Well... this is your first time too, but you sure as hell knew what the fuck it means at least. You're willing to bet he barely grasped the definition of the word as soon as he stepped foot into the area.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. He's dumber than you thought, and your expectations were very low to begin with. "And why are you here?" You taunted, closing up whatever amount of space was still left. You saw the way Seonghwa cocked his head, gaze biting deep into your own, and anticipating whatever you were going to say next.

"Let me guess..." Your wordplay and delivery mirroring exactly the way his did before. "Daddy cancelled your credit cards and told you to get a real job? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Because your parents pulled the plug, and now poor little Seonghwa have to look after himself?"

An inaudible gasp escaped one of the boys' mouth. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you knew for sure it happened. Seonghwa's brows pinched in, his expression unreadable and you hated how it made you felt uneasy--even though you still said what you said. But the several increments of silence after your response is broken by the devil himself.

"Uhhh... interesting." That was the only thing he said, but you could've swore you saw a more menacing reaction like a smirk, maybe even a smile. The feeling in your stomach turning inside out, hard to not feel intimidated or regretful of your decisions--fearful of the consequences, as unapologetic as you were.

Seonghwa had never thought you'd have as much bites as you do. He's ran into you on campus a couple times--even shared some classes with you in the past, but you were always so quiet, always so reserved, always so boring. Didn't think you'd have a mouth like that. Could've fooled him. But now, he wants to know more about what other things your mouth could do. And he makes it his mission to find out.

He saw the potential in your eyes, the way you didn't even spare it a second thought getting all up in his face just to prove a point. It activated something in him, and his body acknowledged the attraction, the core of his manhood throbbing a little. There's many things--a lot actually, that gets Park Seonghwa harder than a piece of steel, but he never thought a girl with some edge spewing insults in his face, would give him the same amount of gratification. And he thought he just might have to dig a little deeper into this newfound interest.

"I smell?!" You yell out, talking to the thin air in your room that's starting to become heated, probably from how much red you're seeing right now as you're scrolling through Seonghwa's post.

He's so full of shit, you think to yourself.

All of these things he's outed about you are borderline ridiculous. Not to mention, very untrue! Like he pulled all these facts out his ass and ran with it. No, actually, you're pretty sure he sat there and made all these crap up in a span of a few minutes from how low effort everything is. From his attempts to slander you, to even the extra explanations at the bottom that just quotes in a tiny font: "She just looks like she smells."

If he's going to drag you, you at least want to see him try. Not blacklist you for reasons like how you look like you smell, or how you're probably the type to put the milk in before the cereal. What in the fuck? And even if it's true, whatever you do with your food is your own goddamn choice.

But in all seriousness, you know Seonghwa can say some heavy shit if he wants to. You've seen it first-hand, and you've seen it with others who ended up exactly where you are now. You can't even really be angry, you're more just... amazed at how dumb it is. How petty, actually.

Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. The name and title is ominous, because well, to be blacklisted is to be ostracized. But really, it's just a list of a bunch of people on campus he's had a less than pleasant experience with. The whole concept is just an excuse for him to talk mad shit about anyone who poses as a threat to his already bruised ego.

Sounds harmless enough, except, you know some people who listens and clutch onto this man's words like he's the head of a cult. You knew one girl from your Information Systems class last semester; Jin Jooyeon who accidentally spilled water on one of Seonghwa's minion, Jongho, and got blacklisted just for that. Gossips and news spread like wildfire and the girl left the classroom the next day in tears. You felt so bad, you almost went to the head of the University and filed a freaking complaint. But that was until Sumi enlightened you that it wasn't going to do shit.

Seonghwa's dad is the chief executive and would probably do anything to cover his ass, so your letter in caps and a big red font will just end up being another email directed to the spam folder.

You're not much of an expert about what even goes around campus. You'd much rather spare your energy for what happens outside school hours. Like what game should you play this weekend, what TV show is on your next to-binge list after you're finished with assignments, or what should your latest blog post be about. So your knowledge of such thing is very much only a couple months old. But ever since, it's like you've stepped into a pattern of bad omens. It's absolutely unreal just how much you know about Seonghwa and his side characters now.

The next few minutes is spent browsing the remaining of his post, rolling your eyes every couple words here and there because you can't believe some people really eat this shit up. Nothing even remotely worthy of your time; most of it sounding like some middle schooler in their rebellious phase could've wrote this. Until you get to the last bullet point that really takes everything in your body and will to not get up from your chair and march all the way to your University's office just to ask for Seonghwa's address so you can go find him and shove a ten foot pole down his throat.

It's a bunch of pictures of you completely off guard and completely unsuspecting, just going on about your day. You know Seonghwa plays dirty, but you didn't think he'd play this low. He never took shots of any other students before. Did he fucking sent people to follow you around? Shit, someone could probably even be lurking inside your room right now. It makes you feel uneasy, your head twitching and turning, scanning the room as if somebody in disguise would finally magically reveal itself after you catching sight of nothing or no one--in your one room open space dorm; bed, kitchen and everything in the same area.

Okay, he's fucking with you at this point. But you're pretty sure taking pictures of somebody unauthorized is invasion of privacy. Is it illegal? That's debatable. But it definitely should be, as evidenced by how the patience you've been trying to hold in, is starting to break down and you're about to go into batshit mode. So you scroll back to the top of the post, not even bothering to read the comments (you don't need any further reasons to justify homicide) and hovering over the menus displayed; Home, Photos, About Me--ahhhh, there it is: Contact Me.

You've never clicked on anything so fast, nor have you ever read over a paragraph at the speed that you did, but the next thing you know, you're clicking on the "Chat with Me" button like you're going to win a prize for it. Something about a text along the line of "Chances are, I'm probably not going to reply but you can still try your luck ;)" flashed before your eyes, but not like you give a fuck. He's going to reply whether he wants to, or not.

y/n0898: hey daddy's boy, you there?

You wait in silence for about 20 seconds before a notification on the bottom of the screen pops up.

park_seonghwa: you called? y/n0898: that's an awfully fast response park_seonghwa: I was expecting a certain visitor y/n0898: don't flatter yourself park_seonghwa: I'm not. I just knew a certain kitty around here has claws y/n0898: don't call me that >.< park_seonghwa: you don't like it? I think it's cute y/n0898: it is. just not when you say it park_seonghwa: ouch... okay

He's throwing you off. You came here for one thing, not to have a conversation with Park Seonghwa.

y/n0898: why'd you made that post about me? And why would you send someone to stalk me and take those pictures? I demand it to be taken down park_seonghwa: you reap what you sow y/n0898: ??? okay?? that doesn't mean you go take pictures of someone unaware and post it on the internet, tf??! park_seonghwa: tell you what. I'll take the pictures down y/n0898: fucking please park_seonghwa: if y/n0898: if? park_seonghwa: you meet me tomorrow, inside the business building 7:30am y/n0898: that's it? park_seonghwa: that's it

That wasn't it, and you hate how you would even let yourself believe his words in the first place. Because before you could even process anything, he's already hauling you all the way to some dark janitor closet. His movements so smooth; like he knows exactly where to go and all the right things to do, almost like it's second nature to him--leading you to believe you're probably not the first girl he's dragged up in here, and probably won't be the last.

Taking the situation into account, as well as Seonghwa's reputation, you blurt out the first thing to pop in your head as soon as he's finished locking the door.

"I'm not going to suck your dick, Park."

Your comment catches him off guard, and he couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't my intention, but you know unless you--"

"--my god, shut up. Shut up. Just tell me what you want and let's get it over with," You state, not wanting anything more but to get the fuck out of this small, dusty closet that's caving in on you, and sending all sorts of uneasy signals throughout your whole body. Probably because you think Seonghwa railed someone right in this very spot you're standing on, but you don't allow yourself to think about it.

It makes you feel dirty that you're even in here right now, alone with him. What would your best friend think when you were just talking mad shit about the man who's now only a few inches away from you, not too long ago.

Seonghwa begins making steps toward you, not that he has to make much efforts, considering how tiny the room already is. If he takes any more, your face would fall right onto his chest. You don't say anything, but he can sense how nervous you are; you swallowing down the pit in your stomach every now and then.

"Geez, Kitty. I haven't even done anything yet and you already look like you're going to cry." He smirks, just seeing how vulnerable your state is right now. Nothing alike to the smart-mouthed and spiky persona he encountered a week ago.

You don't know what provoked you; that stupid nickname that you wish came out of anyone but him, or the even stupider comment.

"Probably because some fucked out daddy's boy dragged me into a janitor's closet against my will after blackmailing me," You retort, your tone and language now much more closer to the girl that got herself into this mess in the first place.

And Seonghwa doesn't know either. If it's the way that even when it looks and feels as if he's finally gotten you under his hold, you never seem to crack. Or if it's that triggering nickname that has escaped your mouth one too many time past appropriate to not get his blood boiling.

You see the shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes similar to the tales those close to you would always warn you about; menacing, cold, and serious--a lump in your throat comes into manifestation upon the realization that you should probably tone down the snarky remarks, knowing he has the advantage as of right now.

"And what's wrong with being a daddy's boy?" One of his eyebrows arches to tease, and you can sense the lump growing more aggressive.

"I-It's--" You're trying not to break in front of him, but your performance goes disrupted when there's a sudden buzz in the back of your pocket; your phone.

Seonghwa notices it too, and the tension lingering grows thick. He watches as you try to straighten yourself, detaching from his gaze and attention onto the source of the noise. But not before he beats you to it, reaching his arm around your figure and snatching your device in an animalistic way.

"Hey!" All potential anxiety that was once present within you, now all gone due to another invasion of privacy from the boy standing before you.

You lift your feet off the ground for a few seconds, even jumping slightly in an attempt to retrieve back what's rightfully yours, but the efforts goes unrewarded because Seonghwa is much, both stronger and taller than you.

You can only watch in defeat as he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whatever prompted that buzzing sound of notification.

"Your boyfriend?" He says casually, holding the screen up in front of you as you try to make out the message displayed on the lock screen.

It was a text, from Hongjoong. The name itself already sets off an awful shade of pink that manages to sneak upon the softness of your cheeks, and Seonghwa too, notices the chain reaction. He doesn't know whoever the hell this person is, but judging by how tomato red you are right now, this person must mean something at least.

Kim Hongjoong: Hey Y/n, you okay?

"None of your business." You take the opportunity to overpower him, hand quicker than you can even remember controlling, before your phone's already back in the palm of your hold.

Ignoring the fact that Seonghwa's still ogling with a watchful gaze, you go on to reply as if a certain evil and wicked presence isn't here right in the very same room. He can't really see what you're typing from where he's standing, but he sure can spot the little curve that seems to tug at the corner of your lips while you're talking to this Hongjoong guy. He doesn't even know why it's pissing him off. He barely even knows you, and you're both merely acquaintances--strangers even. But just seeing how you've been nothing but resentful to him, like as if you've written down every possible comebacks to counter anything he will say, but now so soft and merry for someone else, it kicks something in that male-driven ego of his. His words eventually slipping before he can really assess it. But then, when has he ever really cared about what leaves his mouth.

"Does your boyfriend know you're alone with someone else in the confinement of a janitor's closet? Doesn't sound like the best thing to fess up to at the moment," He throws, stuffing his hands into the warmth of his pockets. Something about the way he conveyed it, tells you he gets off of it. His tone is suggestive, as well as the annoying smirk that you hate to say, you're becoming more familiar with because he does it ever so often.

It causes you roll your eyes, sighing and shoving your phone back to the comfort of your back pockets. "He doesn't need to know. Not like we're doing anything wrong. Besides, you asked for me to come, and I did. Not sure for what fucking reasons, but can we get this over with? I have class soon, and better shit to do." You're not denying nor confirming what Hongjoong is to you, but also because Seonghwa doesn't deserve to know the current status of your guys pending relationship.

"What kind of shit?" He asks, and a scoff of disbelief departs from your mouth. You really said all of that, but it's like Seonghwa only chooses to listen to what he wants, blocking everything else out that isn't worth an acknowledgement.

"Shit's that better than being in a foul smelling closet with a boy that's even worse than the stench."

Seonghwa laughs, embracing the fact that although you do something that grates his nerves, he's more amused at the sheer audacity you have, to have said some of the most absurd shit he's ever heard come out from a goody-two-shoes. He still can't help but to wonder if that something has to do with this guy, Kim Hongjoong.

"Fine, you can go." He takes a step back, creating a large empty space between the both of you.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden yielding. "I can?" Not going to lie, you were expecting for him to put up a much stronger fight.

He nods. "Or, unless you want to do something else--"

"--no please, god no. I'm getting the fuck out. But wait... you really asked to meet, for this...?" You call it "this" because you're not even sure what the correct matching term is.

"Just wanted to get to know you more, Kitty. That's it." He smiles, but you don't let it get to you, because for all you know, there's probably a sinister intention behind that stupid handsome smile.

"Okay, well... bye." You try to head out, only to be pulled into Seonghwa's embrace as you're faced against his chest.

"Wait." He signs, his index finger up in front of his mouth, telling you to hush, before peaking his head out the small crack of the door to check if you guys are in the clear.

"Go first, I'll come out after." And before you can even agree, Seonghwa had already pushed you out into the empty and echoing hallway. You look back at the door just one more time out of curiosity, before shaking your head and trailing to the first class of the day.

Maybe it's because you're still thinking about what the hell just happened back there; how you were alone with Park Seonghwa in some tight space for a humble few minutes, or because you're also theorizing whether or not he'll actually take down the post and pictures, but either way, you're very much consumed by the stream of thoughts.

You haven't even fully taken in the surroundings, until you bump face first into another body; that sweet, but manly scent of vanilla traveling up the brink of your nose, your heart reacting to the familiar aroma by doing a flip. And when you look up, of course it's no other than--

"Hey Y/n!" The boy in his bright red hair and black glasses--that's more for cosmetic purpose than for the enhancement of his eyesight, greets.

"Hey Hongjoong!" You welcome back the excitement of his with your own, maybe even more.

"I was looking for you," He blurts out a little too loosely, not sure how it came out, or if it gave away too much.

"I-I mean, because you know, we share the same morning class, of course." He tries to salvage whatever he still can, but unsure if it made any difference.

"Yeah." You laugh because you think he's adorable. Your mind going back to the conversation with Sumi and how she thinks, knows, that Hongjoong totally has a crush on you as well.

"Sorry, I had to sort some things out this morning," You speak, not lying, but also not wanting to disclose to him about what exactly happened. He doesn't need to know that the campus fuckboy dragged you into a dirty janitor closet to have a conversation about fucking nothing. You remember his text and you did replied, but with only a short "I'm okay" because just being near Seonghwa drained all the flirtatious energy in you.

"No problem. I was just... kind of worried, because I saw the post. Did he... do anything to you?" His word choices are careful and so is his tone. You can tell he definitely is worried, but still trying to come off not too prying. That's what you've always liked about Hongjoong. So sweet, so kind, and so respectful. God definitely took his time with him.

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Someone like him, he's all talk and no bites." You giggle, and Hongjoong follows shortly after.

"If you say so. But you know, if you ever need help, or anyone by your side, I'm always here for you. I can always call up Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang for extra hands as well. I know assholes like him doesn't play clean," Hongjoong states. And you admit, you were taken aback a little. Not by the offer, but because you've never even heard Hongjoong talk ill of anyone before, and it's also the first you've seen him so serious.

You nod. "Thank you, Hongjoong. I appreciate it. But no more talk of him. I can feel the kimbap from earlier coming back up. We should head to class before we're late, again."

Hongjoong chuckles from the small snark you just threw, before agreeing.

But both of you unaware and unsuspecting the whole time, to a dark figure looming in the corner just behind the wall, who overheard everything just now.

On a peaceful studious night, after having finished all assignments due for the next two weeks, you find yourself creeping to Seonghwa's blog out of sheer concern just to see if he really followed through with what he said. Although to be honest, you weren't expecting much.

When you hover over to his Blacklist, only to find no more trace of you or any gut-wrenching accusations that's probably false, your chest drops in relief. Park Seonghwa actually doing what he promised he would? Well shit, guess even pigs can fly at this point.

You're just glad. Glad you'll be receiving no more death stares as you walk past the canteen just trying to feed your system like any normal person. Glad there won't be anymore whispers that aren't really whispers in the first place, because you can clearly hear them talking shit about if you really smell, or how you probably planned everything from the beginning just to catch Seonghwa's attention. Like, gross? You'll rather step on legos.

But more than anything; glad you won't have to deal with the stupid, tall, black hair, with a punch-inducing smirk, daddy's boy.

Just as you're about to exit out the tab, to do anything else but linger on Seonghwa's territory, you hear that awful, stomach churning sound go off.

Not the kind that comes from Hongjoong's texts where it brings butterflies and makes you want to jump up and down in all sorts of girlish ways. But one where you know you'll come to hate and loathe within the next couple of weeks, or even months.

Whenever Park Seonghwa says "That's it." you need to take that as a major warning to run and never look back, because that's never it.

At the bottom of your screen with a notification visible, is a message from Satan himself.

park_seonghwa: hey kitty, wyd ;)