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Can I please request:

Dom!Seonghwa+ Sub!fem reader

Fluff+ smut

Reader is burnt out & stressed about life & Seonghwa proceeds to 'take care of her & make her feel better'.

If you would like to make it extra kinky, reader calls Seonghwa 'Mommy'.

Thank you :)

Finals Came Around

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Business Major!Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Established Relationship, Non-Idol AU, Collage/University AU

Warnings: Fluff, smut, mature language/cursing, not 100% proofread, reader is burned out, Seonghwa is bossy, but he just cares saur much

Smut Warnings: Dom! Seonghwa, Sub!Reader, reader calls Seonghwa mommy, praise, degrading, pet names, bondage, overstimulation, he cums in her, unprotected sex (be safe irl), aftercare, slight sub drop (it could also just be seen as the stress being released by tears ig)

a/n- hi!! tysm for requesting and i hope you like the drabble!

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The to do list on your computer screamed at your eyes that just wanted to close. But of course, procrastination at its finest led you to this point, a cram session, one that turned into two, and two that turned into several. In your defense, you’ve procrastinated much worse in the past, this was just finals season, and the classes in which you didn’t have finals, were still shoving assignments down your throat.

You’ve made it the middle of the to do list and you weakly smiled and dryly chuckled to yourself as you crossed out the sixth item. You were delirious at this point; you haven’t eaten since yesterday at lunch and you haven’t slept since the morning before. Excusing your behavior and bad self-care with a “It’s finals week!” you kept trucking along since you were in the zone.

-Study for Accounting Final

-Study for Ethnics Business Final

-Creative Writing Final

-Study Statistics and Economics Final

-Study for General Business Administration Final

Out of the five things that remained on that list, the creative writing final was the only thing you were looking forward to, and it didn’t have anything to do with your goal of finishing college with a business degree, but it was something that brought you joy. You needed a class that brought you joy in this hellish path.

“Are you still working? I thought you said you’d be done by now.” Seonghwa was coming back to your apartment from his shift at the bar, although he had been nothing but supportive of you with you pursuing your business degree, he hated the way you treated yourself during the process. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the zone.” You physically shooed him away and he did not like that.

Seonghwa’s voice came out sterner this time and he turned around the seat your desk chair around so he could look at you in your eyes, your bloodshot eyes, that had bags underneath them and were begging to close. The drained look on your face caused him to soften a bit but he then remembered how you blatantly disobeyed his wishes and then shooed him away. “When was the last time you ate, or slept for that matter?” His unwavering stare caused you to look away. “Last time I ate was with you and then I slept with you last.” It was obvious you were ashamed by you fiddling with your fingers.

“You mean, the last time you ate was yesterday at lunch. It’s 11 at night right now.” You just nodded and tried to turn back around but the man in front of you wasn’t having that. “Go eat, right now.”

Shaking your head this time, you whispered, “I can’t, I want to get as much done as possible.” Seonghwa screwed his eyes shut, trying not to snap at you with how drained you were at the moment. “You’re done working and studying for tonight. You’re going to eat and go to bed, end of.”

He didn’t like bossing you normally but when you refused to take care of yourself, he had to step up and take that responsibility.

When you showed no signs of motion, he came back over to you and rubbed the top of your head. “If you don’t save everything you were working on right now, when I close your computer, you might lose it. Save it because I will close that computer no matter what.” Finally listening to him, you clicked the save button on every word doc you were working on and bookmarked every page you had currently been on in the online textbooks.

Seonghwa sighed and did what he said he was going to do, he was glad that you listened to him though and saved everything before he closed it. Grabbing your hands that had rested themselves on top of your closed computer, Seonghwa drug you to the kitchen table and sat you down.

“I could be studying while you make that.” You said as you watched him grab a packet of instant ramen from the cabinet. “If I were you, I would just shut up, you keep pissing me off so just stop talking.”

All you could do was huff loud enough for him to hear and lay your head down on your folded arms. You wished instant ramen wasn’t so instant because soon enough Seonghwa placed the bowl in front of you and the proceeded to sit across from you with the intention of watching you eat all of it.

“So, how was your creative writing class today?” The one class he told you to never skip for your own sake, you had missed, you were so wrapped up in your own little bubble today. It was so bad that you only got up when you had to use the bathroom and you just couldn’t hold it any longer.

He knew something was up, normally you couldn’t stop talking about that class. Writing was your passion, but you forced yourself to be realistic, you needed money to survive in this world and the writing field was a hard one to succeed in, let alone even get into.

“I didn’t go.” Now, that’s when you knew Seonghwa was going to snap, so it try and ease the blow, you kept eating, knowing that was something he really wanted you to do. “Why didn’t you go?” His voice was calm and that scared you more than if he were screaming. “That class isn’t important, and I was too busy studying for the finals I had in the classes that are important.”

Seonghwa just rubbed his temples, refusing to respond to you right away. He just sighed and got up, “You finished your ramen, we’re going to bed.” When he lightly grabbed your arm to pull your bed, you resisted, still having your studies on your mind. “What did I just say?”

“I know what you said but I have to study! It’s the only thing in in my mind right now and my head hurts so please Seonghwa, I’m not in the mood to argue, just let me study.” You thought he was going to let you walk back to your desk but as soon was your back was turned to him, he grabbed you and pressed his front to you back, with a grip around your hips that was tight enough to make sure you couldn’t walk away from him.

He rubbed around your stomach, his warm hands soothing the cold skin. “You’re normally such a good girl for me, but lately you haven’t been listening to me, even though I’m just trying to help. Now, I understand that the brain in that pretty little head of yours is having a hard time of shutting down to give you a break but that doesn’t give you a reason to disobey me and shut me out.”

The tone of his voice let you know where this was going, and you weren’t going to oppose. “Seonghwa, please.” “Please what? And you and I both know that that isn’t what you call me during this.”

“Please touch me, Mommy.” You whispered his title and waited for him to do something. “I’m going to do more than just touch you, I’m going to help you forget everything that’s bothering you. You’re my pretty baby and you shouldn’t be stressing yourself out so much.” His quiet voice rang through your head as a shiver ran through you from his lips tracing the shell of your ear. “Strip and lay on the bed, on your back, and have your arms up by your head and your legs spread.”

You didn’t want to make him more upset so as soon as he let you go to walk to the closet; you followed his instructions quick enough to be in his desired position before he returned to your side.

The chuckle that Seonghwa let out made you feel the need to press your thighs together and the words that followed didn’t help that face. “Of course, you listen when you get my cock, my pretty little whore only thinks about my dick right? Nothing else?” “Only think about you Mommy, just you.”

“Such a good girl, but only when she gets something out of it.” Seonghwa ignored the whines that left your lips and moved down to the foot of the bed, where your feet were spread apart. “What are you going to do Mommy?” You hated the stutter that left you, but Seonghwa loved it. “I’m going to make sure that all you have to worry about is feeling good.” He took your right ankle in his hand and coiled the rope around it a few times with the other, once it was tight enough for his liking while still being comfortable for you, he tied it to the bed post before repeating the same thing on the other ankle.

When Seonghwa came near your head, you puckered your lips, silently begging for a kiss but he just ignored you and proceeded to give your wrists the same treatment as he did your ankles.

The first time he did touch you was a slight slap to one of your tits to regain your attention. “Isn’t that nice baby, all you have to do is take my cock like a good girl.” “Yes Mommy.” He smiled at the name and started to remove his clothes.

Seeing his naked body for the first time in longer than you would prefer made your mouth start to water. “Now baby, just take all of me and don’t think about anything. You know what to do if you want to stop, correct?” Nodding you went ahead and spoke up, knowing he would make your verbally say it, “Snap my fingers three times for STOP, twice for slow down, and once for keep going. Please Mommy, please fuck me.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” And with that Seonghwa pushed past the lips of your pussy that was soaking more than you’d like to admit. Him degrading you and being stern, did something to you. “So, fucking wet, and I barely even did anything. Such a dumb girl, my dumb girl.”

He kept up a rough and fast from the beginning and didn’t slow when you started getting close, embarrassingly quick. Seonghwa would pull out all the way, barley leaving in the tip, before slamming all the back in, kissing the spot in you that made you melt.

“I’m close, Mommy, can I come? Please, I need it.” Seonghwa laughed at your pleas, he laughed at how pathetic you were being. “Already? I wasn’t planning on even letting you cum tonight with how you’ve been treating me but the idea of not letting you stop cumming seems much more appealing to me, don’t you think?”

If you weren’t already so fucked out of your mind, Seonghwa would make you respond, but seeing your eyes rolled back, and your mouth gaped open, he decided to let it slide. “Alright, you can cum baby, but I’m not stopping.”

And he didn’t. The pain of overstimulation lasted for a few minutes until it morphed into the signs of another orgasm approaching. You had come quickly the first time, it being painless, but the mixture of pleasure and pain this time caused you to drip even more.

“You’re so wet, and tight too. Ah fuck, you’re squeezing me, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” The thought of him cumming in you made you cleaned even harder, which lead him to groan above you. “Please cum in me, Mommy, I want it so bad.” Whining as you spoke so much that it probably didn’t even sound coherent. But Seonghwa still knew what you were asking.

“Yeah? You want my cum?” You just wanted him to do it already, your mind was becoming hazier and foggier as he kept thrusting into you, and it didn’t help when he brought one of his thumbs to your clit, circling, flicking it, and pinching it, you were nearing the edge for the third time tonight.

“Cum with me baby, I know you need to.” His pace on your clit sped up with the motions of his hips, the stimulation caused you to throw your head back and pull on the restraints. “Please, please let me cum Mommy.”

He had been somewhat rough with you tonight and decided that your begging was enough, “Alright, cum with me.”

The rope within you snapped and your vision blurred, you yelled out as the feeling of release washed over you. You vision didn’t return clear like normal, instead it turned black, and it took Seonghwa kissing the side of your face and caressing you to bring you back.

“Thought I lost you there for a minute.” When you reached for him, your realized that your restraints had been taken off, giving you the ability to freely wrap around him.  “M’sorry.” He shushed you and whispered against the side of your head, “Don’t apologize, you couldn’t help it.”

Seonghwa grew confused when you rapidly shook your head and started shaking, “No, not just for that. I’ve been mean to you lately and I haven’t been paying attention to you like I should be. I’m a bad girlfriend.” The tears fell down the left side of your face, and the shaking only got worse. “No, no, no, you’re not a bad girlfriend, and you are not mean. You’re the best girlfriend I could ever hope for, I just hope you would be as nice to yourself as you are to me. It’s okay about not paying attention to me as much right now, you’ve been stressed and trying to move forward with your future. And I’m really proud of you for that.”

“So I’m not mean?” Seonghwa lightly laughed, “No, of course you aren’t, I love you, so much and again, I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing.” The watery smile that you gave Seonghwa made him melt, and he couldn’t help himself but kiss your smile with his own.

“I love you, let’s go get you cleaned up and get you to sleep. You don’t have any classes tomorrow so you can sleep in, and I’m letting you study again until you eat once more tomorrow.” The stern voice returned but there was a playful undertone to it that helped lighten the mood.

“Yes Mommy.” You said as you followed him into the bathroom, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped once you heard the groan of embarrassment leave his lips.

hi!

requesting a seonghwa x reader enemies to lovers trope of fanfic with some bit of smut. thank u! <3

The Lights of Downtown Seoul 

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Non-Idol AU, Enemies to Lovers, Work/Coworkers AU

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, mature language/cursing, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: it’s pretty tame tbh, they have sex in her office but no one else in in the building, slight begging, unprotected sex, i didn’t write foreplay bc i think it’s kinda boring, i think that’s it

a/n- hi!! tysm for requesting and I hope you enjoy it. Ik it's bad but I was literally abt to fall asleep while writing it lmao. I might revise it when I have time.

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Why was it that you always had to be paired up with him. The only person in the entire office building that you despised. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and disgustingly attractive, so much to the point where whenever you saw him, you wanted to smack the pretty off his face.

While your boss was going on and on about the project you two had to work on, you were looking at his side profile. Of course he was listening, you had just read the email she sent out prior to this waste of time meeting.

“Oh and I need it by tomorrow morning, you may be dismissed.” What? That was not in the email. The email said you two had a week to finish the project. The man next to you seemed to be taken back from the time limit on the task as well, but he hid it well. Especially, with the smirk that replaced his shock expression when he caught you staring at him.

The left side of your lip pulled up in disgust at the wink he sent you way, you turned your attention back onto your boss, who was looking at you with raised eyebrows. “I told you two you were dismissed; I don’t think you want to waste any time.”

Giving a curt nod, you turned away to leave her office. “So…my office or yours?” Seonghwa’s voice was heard right beside you as you headed to the elevator. “Mine. Mine has chairs that won’t give you back problems at an early age.” You could just imagine him rolling his eyes, Seonghwa hated to admit that your office was much better than his. Everything from the space and size of the room itself, to the furniture, to the view.

The elevator ride was short but awkward, your office was only one floor below your boss’ office and the few seconds that felt like years came to an end.

“So, I don’t want to be here any later than I have to be, especially with you. Let’s just start.” You said without looking at Seonghwa as you cleared off your desk. Which didn’t take long, you kept work and your personal life very sperate, all you had were a few knickknacks that kept you from wanting to die at work, and a picture of your dog.

You didn’t miss how Seonghwa looked at the photo and little trinkets, but you decided to let him be while you spread out the papers from the file.

Although you two hated each other, you both were very work orientated so you kept the bickering to a minimum, especially the later it got, and focused on getting the given task done.

Your desk and office as a whole got messier the later it got, you two getting so emersed in the work you were doing, you started to use every surface you could find. Some things that also littered your office, including a few articles of clothing.

Seonghwa and you had both taken off something, his suit jacket and tie, and you had taken off your heels. Both of you had bags under your eyes and hadn’t said something remotely rude to each other in over five hours. You normally left at 5:00, as did Seonghwa but it was now just past 10:00 and neither of you were planning on leaving until you finished the project.

That was until Seonghwa saw the state you were in.

 The yawns just kept forcing their way out of your mouth even with how hard you were trying to keep them in. The stress was starting to get to you, and you didn’t need Seonghwa to make a comment about you being tired and slacking off.

“Hey Y/n, let’s just pick it up in the morning. She didn’t say when specifically and you look miserable.” Along with a yawn, a dry chuckle was heard from you. “Thanks Seonghwa, what a way to make a woman feel better.” He huffed and made his way to your side of the desk, “That’s not what I meant, and you know that.”

The heavy yet gentle hand that was placed on your shoulder was unexpected but not uncomfortable. And you hated yourself for leaning into his side when he pressed his side to yours and started rubbing your shoulder and neck.

The view of the city below you two was a sight. The bright colors of downtown Seoul was something you’d never get tired of, you didn’t get to experience it often since you weren’t normally at work at this time, but when you were, it was a refreshing sight.

While you were staring out the glass windows, Seonghwa was busy staring at you, when you made a comment about the city all you got was a distracted sound of agreement. Turning your head and looking up, your breath hitched, not used to this much of a height difference. The heels you wore everyday at work put you only two inches shorter than him but now, there was enough of a distance where you had to crane your neck up to look at him.

Seonghwa didn’t look into your eyes until he had traced the rest of your face, taking in all your features, your eyebrows, nose, lips, cheekbones, even your ears, Seonghwa was studying you. Studying you like you were the most difficult test he had ever taken.

The next words that he whispered made you forget that you hated him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” The short pause made you question whether you should say something or wait for him to continue. “I hate that you don’t see that. You drive me fucking crazy. In the best and worst ways possible.”

You whined, a bit embarrassed but you decided to go ahead and talk. “You never even look at me.” It sounded as petty and high school-ey out loud as it did in your head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you heard him laugh. “I just don’t get caught. But you, you make it so obvious what you’re thinking sometimes.”

The warmth on your face was illuminated by the lights coming in the from the window. And the heat only intensified when you felt Seonghwa’s lips on yours.

You gasped and pulled back slightly, not knowing what to do. “Seonghwa-” your drug his name out like a question, but you ended up cutting yourself off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back down to yours.

He wasn’t sure where to touch first, finally being given the chance to have you. Sure, he hated you, you were a bitch, but a beautiful one.

The pressure of his hands running up and down your sides, almost trying to make your blouse disappear made your knees weak. The only reason you weren’t on the ground was because of the tight grip he had on you.

“Seonghwa, please” You moaned out as you felt his lips brush along the column of your neck, landing on your sweet spot. When he heard the moan, he knew he found that spot. He chuckled before he started to suck a deep bruise in your skin.

“What happened to that tone from earlier? All it took was some attention and you’re already so willing. So willing to let me do whatever I want.”

You wanted to disagree but with the way Seonghwa was frantically touching you, all that came out was a disapproving gurgle of a noise. The laugh he let out didn’t help at all. Normally when he made fun of you, it made you want to kick him, but now, it made you wet.

He was laughing at you, and you were wet. You couldn’t decide whether you were dreading him finding out or if you just want him to put his dick inside of you.

“Are you wanting to do it on your desk? I wouldn’t be surprised if you just want me to take you on the floor.” Rolling your eyes, either out of annoyance or pleasure, possibly both, you side-eyed the couch in your office. “Seonghwa, you know I have a pullout couch right there, right?”

Now it was his turn to blush, he didn’t notice the couch at all during his time in your office, he was too busy working on the project- he was too busy staring at you.

“That would work.” Seonghwa swallowed in slight embarrassment. “Yeah? That would work?” He looked down at you and shook his head, “Yeah, that’ll work.”

Seonghwa picked you up like you weighed nothing, the way his suits fit gave you an idea that he was strong but when you were in his arms, with your hands wrapped around his biceps, you gave an experimental squeeze.

You’re glad Seonghwa ignored you ogling over the feeling of him, but you’ll be expecting him to make a comment about it as soon as you two are done. Once he made it to the couch, instead of sitting you down on it, he put you down, still standing. “I need your clothes off.”

He didn’t let anytime go to waste; his nimble fingers got to work on unbuttoning your white blouse. “Fuck. You always wear pretty bras like this?” Quickly nodding, you just wanting him to continue taking your clothes off, because when you tried to reach behind you to unzip your skirt, he swatted your hands way, mumbling about how he wanted to do it.

“Well get on with it, Park.” You snapped, as he shoved the open blouse off your shoulders. “There’s that attitude I’m used to.”

His eyes one your partially exposed body caused you to cross your harms loosely in front of your chest. “Don’t hide from me, we both know how long we’ve been waiting for this.”

“You’ve been waiting for this.” The scoff he let out let you know that he knew you were lying. “Just a few minutes ago you were about to cum before I had even touched you and now you want to argue with me.” He let go of his hold on your pencil skirt, letting it pool at your feet.

“Well you’re taking too long; I might as well go home and take care of myself.” “Even if you did do that, you know that the thought of me is what’ll make you cum.” You chose to just be quiet because you knew he was right.

Seonghwa smirked at your silence and let out a low whistle while he looked at your body. “Let alone the pretty bra, but a matching set? I’d think you planned this out. Even asked old boss to put us together.”

Before you could say something Seonghwa was pushing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you.

The smooth texture of his dress skirt was nice on your burning skin, it had kept cool even in the warm atmosphere. Even if it felt nice, it still annoyed you that he was still fully clothed.

“Seonghwa, take off your clothes please. I need to feel you.” He gave you a bruising kiss before he stood back up. He removed his clothes much faster than he did yours. With you, he wanted to savor seeing your skin appear from under your clothes, but when it came to his own, all he wanted to do was be pressed up against you again.

While his fingers stumbled over each other while trying to unbutton his shirt as fast as possible, you sat up to remove the lingerie that still covered you. Seonghwa didn’t notice that you were baring yourself to him until he looked back up after he made it to the last button.

He felt a lump form in his throat that caused him to lose his breath. He’s imagined you like this more times than he'd like to admit, but here you were, just for him. Just for him to touch and feel. Dare him even say love. All you two did was argue but no one could deny the tension, it was just about time for you and Seonghwa to give in.

Seonghwa was distracted by the sight of you and when you took of his dress pants, he tripped out of them, but embarrassment didn’t come. The giggle you let out made him feel a way he hadn’t felt in a while and the look you gave him made it obvious that the same had just happened to you.

“I’m sure we have a lot to talk about because of this, but please, I need you now.”

Seonghwa gave into your quiet pleas and loved the way that as soon as he was in reach, you started touching him. It started at his shoulders, then to his back, and back up to his hair, which you pulled as he ran the head of his cock along your wet folds. He teased your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. You locked your ankles around his back and moved your hand in between the two of you.

Dragging your nails down his toned abdomen until you reach his hard cock. You could feel a vein running up the side of it and you really wanted to run your tongue along it, but you would have to save it for next time.

You lined up his dick with your entrance and looked at him, just to make sure he still wanted this, because you knew you did. Without responding to you, he went ahead and pushed in.

Your head met the throw pillow you had on your couch and pulled him even closer, causing him to thrust all the way in you. His tip immediately kissed your cervix.

“You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this sooner?” His pace didn’t falter once as he spoke. “Probably because we didn’t necessarily like each other.” At that, his thrusting somehow got even faster. But he didn’t say anything, almost like he was trying to prove to you that he didn’t actually hate you.

Seonghwa’s eyes were glued to the way your breasts bounced each time his hips slammed into yours. “Seonghwa, please.”

“Please what? Come on, use your words.” He laughed at the way your hips rolled up in time to meet his, but yours were getting faster, trying to reach the edge.

“Are you close? Are you gonna cum for me? Come on, I wanna feel how tight you can really get.” All you could do was nod your head, too close to really think.

Your body jolted when you felt one of Seonghwa’s fingers play with your clit. The man above you groaned as you clenched around him once the bubble within you burst.

The only thing is, Seonghwa hadn’t finished yet, which meant he kept going, driving you into overstimulation. Whines spilled out of your mouth as he kept drilling into you.

“Seonghwa, it’s too much. I’m gonna cum again!” All you could really do was say his name and a handful of other words. He gave you a hazy smile and nodded, seemingly even more lust-drunk than you were, which seemed impossible.

He started nodding before he spoke, “I’m gonna cum Y/n, do you want me to pull out?” Frantically shaking you head no; you tightened the lock your ankles made behind his back to make sure he didn’t pull out.

His pace stuttered as warm white ropes painted your walls. Seonghwa stilled inside you, not wanting to leave your warmth, ever.

“Oh, fuck.” He panted above you before his arms gave out, resting his entire weight on you. When he tried to get up, you whined, not wanting him to move.

Seonghwa did end up getting off of the couch and went to grab his shirt. In a moment of panic you shot up, ignoring the shakiness in your legs and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs, you reached out and grabbed Seonghwa.

“Please don’t go.” He turned around with his shirt in hand, only to put it on you, he buttoned the first several buttons, but still left a few, enough to see the tops of breasts. “Are you alright?” The earnest look on his face made your face warm for the umpteenth time tonight.

You shook your head, “No, because when you leave the room, you’ll go back to hating me.” The dim lighting in your office mixed with the lights of Seoul felt sacred. Like the aura belong to you and Seonghwa.

The scent of your air freshener was a clean lavender scent, and you could just barely smell it with the aroma of sex that was thick in the air. The space was warm as well, and it put you in a fuzzy head space. You were dizzy, caught up in Seonghwa.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you now. After tonight, whatever it is between us, it's different now, and I don’t want to go back to the way we were. I don’t think I would even be able to. I know how weird that sounds because we just had sex and all but, I liked seeing you in that tired vulnerable state. It was nice. You were sweet.”

He blushed as he made his confession and before he could go on, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. The kiss had a promise laced in it, that even though you wouldn’t be able to stay in this foggy state and dim room forever, you wouldn’t go back to how you were.

“Seonghwa, let’s not leave just yet. I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll pull the couch out and get some blankets.” When you went to the bathroom that was attached to your office, you changed into the comfortable clothes you left there, and returned to Seonghwa as quick as possible.

You saw that Seonghwa had already made the couch up and was waiting for you.

“How about tomorrow night, I take you out on a real date?” He whispered into your hair as you two laid down. “I’d like that.”

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240204 : dance break

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Seonghwa ☆ GIANNA BOYFRIEND

boys at school never look at me

but seongwha did

LIME SORBET — ch 02 [g-wagon]

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader, platonic!beta!maddox x reader (joong + san + woo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader has to share a ride w teez, stuck between san and woo, she tries not 2 suffocate

WRD COUNT; 2.2k

NOTES; joong is a dramaqueen, woo is touchy nd sani is a bby

TAGLIST; @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie ; lmk if you want 2 b added 2!

The trio of alpha companions stood in close proximity to the yawning trunk of the vehicle, their gaze fixated upon the back of the omega's head. Serene and patient, she awaited her place in the backseat, engrossed in conversation with Maddox as he ignited the engine. A somber twinkle danced in the depths of their eyes, signifying their solemnity as they prepared for what lay ahead.

"All right, rock-paper-scissors!" Hongjoong proclaimed, his hand forming a resolute fist. This was the sole manner in which they could determine who would have the privilege of sitting beside her. Convincing any one of them to surrender their place in favor of occupying the front seat was an insurmountable task.

Wooyoung and San mirrored his determined stance, poised to partake in the timeless game.

"On the count of three," Hongjoong intoned, his voice thick with anticipation. "One, two, three!"

The air crackled with the swift clash of hands, each alpha unveiling their chosen gesture. With scissors deftly slicing through Hongjoong's paper, San and Wooyoung reveled in their victory, their smiles radiating triumph. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's heart fragmented upon witnessing their exuberant high-five, leaving him defeated and crestfallen.

"Siuuu!" both Wooyoung and San exclaimed in unison, punctuating their triumph with raised fists, brimming with animated delight.

With the verdict reached, the inseparable pair eagerly claimed their positions on either side of the omega, nestling themselves comfortably in her midst. Wooyoung bestowed upon her a captivating smile, his eyes aglow with gentle warmth. "Looks like it's you and me, Omega. Buckle up for the ride."

Barely a moment passed before San playfully swatted Wooyoung's head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What do you mean 'you and me'?" he chided from the opposite side of the vehicle, leaning towards the omega to snatch Wooyoung's attention. "I'm right here too!~" Their teasing exchange filled the air, infusing the scene with an air of playful mirth.

The omega's cheeks flushed at the proximity, a swirling concoction of excitement and bashfulness enveloping her. Swiftly securing her seatbelt, she stole fleeting glances at both alphas, captivated by their presence.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung and San engaged in playful shoves and nudges, oblivious to the omega's heightened blush and the way she nestled herself inward, seeking solace within her own shell. Their lively interactions caused a lighthearted dance of pheromones within the confines of the car, a playful struggle for dominance.

Hongjoong, attuned to the surge of her anxiety, twisted in his seat to face the mischievous pair. His voice took on a commanding growl as he declared, "Settle down." The forceful tone left no room for doubt, conveying his seriousness to the alpha companions.

Upon hearing Hongjoong's authoritative growl, both Wooyoung and San immediately halted their playful antics, their expressions shifting to a mix of contrition and concern as they took in the hints of restlessness in her scent. They exchanged sheepish glances, realizing the unintended effect of their boisterous behavior.

"Shit sorry," Wooyoung stammered, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Are you okay?"

San nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with earnest apology. "Yeah, we got carried away. We didn't mean to invade your personal space like that."

"No, oh my God!" She swiftly waved her hands in front of her, her eyes gleaming with sincerity. "You guys didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I'm quite the fan of your group, and being in such close proximity to all of you is making me feel a bit overwhelmed. I don't want to do anything embarrassing. I don't really know where to put myself." With a soft awkward giggle, she delicately pressed her hands against her rosy cheeks, as if hoping to gently suppress the ever-present blush that adorned her face since the moment she laid eyes on the idols she'd been hoping to meet for the past two years.

The boys almost combust, she was way too cute. And to top it off, she was a fan of theirs? It was simply unbelievable. Ain't no way bruh.

San found himself fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her cheeks, desperate to be as close to her as possible. His face adorning now a blush of its own matching the pretty omega sitting next to him. His gaze sharpens softly, his eyes almost closing, making his gaze too attractive (reader's words not mine!) she had to look somewhere else. Her words had an intoxicating effect on Woo, rendering him speechless. Wooyoung, known for his quick wit and sharp tongue, could only stare at her with his mouth agape. It was a rare occurrence for him to be left without words. Yet, the other alphas in the car could hear his thoughts racing with adoration for just how adorable she was.

Hongjoong, who was seating away from her, silently thanked his divine providence. He knew that sitting next to her would be a test of his self-control. The desire to hold her in his lap and bury his face in the crook of her neck, where her scent glands resided, would be too strong to resist. He would content himself with clutching his thighs so firmly that the fabric of his jeans might strain and fray, unintentionally giving birth to a new trend.

"'Quite the fan,' huh? I'd say you're obsessed," Maddox's words sliced through the air, shattering the tension that had settled in the car like shards of glass. "You literally told me the only reason you auditioned to KQent was because of the KQfellaz show." Maddox, comfortably positioned in the driver's seat, cast a sly glance at her through the rearview mirror, unable to resist the temptation of disclosing her secret, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"Moon, what the fuck!" the omega exclaimed, her voice hushed, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.

Maddox chuckled, his mischievous grin refusing to be contained. "Oh come on, guys," he teased, diverting his attention to the alphas."You won't believe it. Our rookie here is an atiny. Like the whole package photocards, posters and shit"

San and Wooyoung turned their heads simultaneously, their eyes widening with a delightful blend of surprise and delight. While they had been taken aback by her being a fan, the revelation of her deep-rooted and longstanding dedication added an unexpected layer of connection, surpassing the boundaries of their mere mate link.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, the omega's shyness reached its peak, causing her to instinctively kick Kyungmoon's seatback, a momentary release of pent-up emotions. However, before she could register her action, Wooyoung's reflexes kicked in, his hand swiftly gripping her shin in a protective gesture. With a soft tsk, he uttered the endearing nickname, "Be careful, baby," as if it were a natural extension of their dynamic. His thumb tenderly caressed the top of her leg, leaving her bewildered by the intensity of his gentle touch. Puzzled, she wondered why he was focused on a part of her leg she hadn't even used to strike the car. What the fuck was he on, like— The enigma of his actions swirled in her mind, amplifying the impact of his tender gestures, making it a challenge to resist the melting sensations that threatened to engulf her.

I mean, Wooyoung was caressing her leg! What the fuck! The realization hit her like a sudden rush of adrenaline. As a fellow member of the same entertainment company, she had anticipated some level of interaction with the boys, but nothing could have prepared her for the intimacy she was experiencing now. The way Wooyoung's fingers delicately grazed her leg sent shivers down her spine, a sensation she couldn't quite explain. It wasn't just a friendly gesture between colleagues; it held a subtle, electrifying energy that made her heart race.

Caught between a mix of excitement and uncertainty, her mind raced with questions. Was this their usual behavior with fans, or was there something more behind Wooyoung's gentle touch? Did he even realize the effect he had on her? The conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind, creating a storm of emotions she struggled to contain.

"He's gonna be the death of me," she whispered inwardly, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and trepidation. Wooyoung's carefree personality was renowned within the group, always exuding an infectious energy and playful nature. But this newfound closeness, the tenderness of his touch, was driving her to the brink of insanity.

With every caress, it became increasingly difficult for her to ignore the growing attraction to him. The way he moved with such ease, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, sent a surge of warmth through her veins. It was as if he held the power to awaken a dormant part of her being, a part she had never dared to acknowledge before.

Lost in her thoughts, she allowed herself a stolen glance at Wooyoung, whose eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of something more. Was he aware of the effect he had on her? Did he feel the same inexplicable connection that had ignited within her soul? The uncertainty gnawed at her, simultaneously thrilling and terrifying her.

Not being able to hold eye contact any longer, her eyes shifted to his hands again. Only know noticing the intricate network of veins that traced their way across Wooyoung's hands and forearms. (i had 2 mention woo's veins at least once grr)

San, witnessing the tender exchange unfolding before his eyes, couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to her. With a surge of longing coursing through his veins, he reached out and gently captured her hand, their fingers intertwining seamlessly in a harmonious union. His touch, roughened by the challenges they faced as idols, delicately intertwined with her dainty, perfectly manicured fingers, creating an electric current that danced along his skin. The sensation ignited a wildfire of desire within him, a deep-seated longing to explore the depths of their connection.

A soft smile graced San's lips as he leaned in closer, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "Tell me more," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and mischievousness. "Who's your favourite one among us?", his dimples adding a touch of playfulness to his words.

"Oh it's—" Before Maddox could interject, his words were met with a low, but soft growl that rippled through the air. Her firm frown, paired with the intensity of her gaze directed at the driver, sent a clear message. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fierce protector of her own secrets, omega or not.

"Don't you fucking dare," she uttered, her eyes drilling into the back of Maddox's head.

Yet, even in her assertiveness, her inherent charm couldn't be concealed. Hongjoong, feeling his heart ache with a bittersweet longing, let himself succumb to the weight of his emotions. He closed his eyes, allowing his head to rest gently against the cool windowpane, seeking solace in the fragments of her presence that lingered within his thoughts (he's such a dramaqueen omg). The memory of her subtle growl, the way her eyebrows knitted together and her nose adorably scrunched up, etched itself into his mind, fueling his yearning to embrace her in a tender, everlasting bond.

She possessed an ethereal beauty, a delicate presence that captivated his attention. However, he understood the fragility of her position as a newcomer in the cutthroat entertainment industry. The challenges faced by solo artists to establish themselves in the realm of Korean Pop were immense, and he didn't want to add to her burden with his own alpha bullshit.

"Oh, come on, tell us~," Wooyoung playfully whined, his hand still firmly planted on her leg, inching up to rest on her knee. His eyes held a mischievous glimmer, conveying his genuine curiosity. "I promise I won't be mad if it's not me."

Her laughter bubbled up, a delightful melody that filled the car, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest. Her fingers delicately covered her mouth, inadvertently highlighting the curve of her lips and the way her eyes crinkled with mirth. The alphas found themselves enraptured by the sight, their gazes softening in response to her radiant joy.

With a soft smile, Wooyoung leaned in closer, his voice a mere whisper. "Just one hint," he urged, his anticipation palpable. He held his breath, waiting with bated longing for the words that would reveal her favourite among them.

She hummed playfully, her eyes flickering upwards as if considering his request. Her long lashes almost grazed her arched eyebrows, casting delicate shadows on the light blue eyeshadow adorning her eyelids. The air crackled with suspense as she granted him a single hint, her teasing nature adding an extra layer of intrigue.

Wooyoung nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on her. He awaited her words like a devoted pet, his loyalty and curiosity intertwined.

"He's pathetic" Hongjoong shared through his mind with a big smile on his face, his thoughts transmitting directly to San's mind.

San couldn't resist the urge to chime in, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "She's got him hooked," he added, recognizing the power she held over their hapless companion.

"It's not you." she smirked, the playful mischief dancing in her eyes.

Silence engulfed the car, the other occupants momentarily frozen, before a wave of laughter erupted from everyone except Wooyoung. The sound filled the space, a chorus of amusement and camaraderie, as they relished in the light-hearted banter and the unexpected twist she had delivered.

[next]

COMMON MASTERLIST — ateez blurbs

collection of my blurbs under the cut ٩(๑ `︿´๑)۶

multiple members

- longing for your owners!ot8!ateez, who had left hybrid!you alone at home, you reach for the phone seeking comfort. - hyungline!ateez headcanons about the first time u meet them - atz headcanons about reader being unusually silent when drunk - atz headcanons about reader hugging a pillow 2 sleep - atz headcanons about making out with them on a chase atlantic beat - atz headcanons on them using "tiny" during sex [nsfw]

ddeonghwa

- biker!seonghwa vs bimbo!reader [suggestive] - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help)

joongi

- a long-awaited reunion in hongjoong's creative studio leads to soft moment - hurt 2 comfort with hongjoong [light angst] - hongjoong and your first subdrop [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - primal play with predator!joong [nsfw] - soft sex w joong [nsfw]

yunni

- during a late-night math session, you're visited by spiderman!yunho - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help) - yunho fucks your nightmare away [nsfw] - choking kink w yunho [nsfw] - some boxer!yunho timestamps

hehetmon

- you admit something to vampire!yeosang [suggestive] - prince!yeosang rubs oil in your hair (cuz he loves brown girls) - yeosang and his oral fixation aka he loves boobies [nsfw]

sanni

- babying and doing san's eyebrows - ceo!san leaves u alone in ur bed 4 a meeting - sangi taking care of sick you - phone sex with daddy!san [nsfw] - pregnant reader faints [slight angst] - emperor!san x empress!reader

mangi

- mingi taking care of drunk you - sangi taking care of sick you (i have a thing 4 mingi taking care of me and i think it shows) - roommate!mingi is a big pervert [nsfw]

wooyo

- wooyoung playfully interrupts your asmr session, expressing his jealousy in a dramatic yet affectionate manner. - hybrid!wooyo plays a little game with you in your bathtub [nsfw] - overstimulation w meandom!woo [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - zombie au - zombie au pt 2

jjong

- exbf!jongho misses u but u... miss him too? - jongho teases u

other groups

- spoonfuls of ice cream [brother's best friend!eunseok] - yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

other works can be found here

Blanket (Seonghwa x Reader) (SFW)

Summary: You give your blanket to your bias in Ateez

Word Count: 1,944

a/n: I had this cute idea and it could potentially be turned into a full fic, if you want it to be. I just had this cute little blurb to share to see if anyone would actually be interested! Thank you for reading!

A cold breeze blew through the streets, causing everyone around you to shiver, and you swore you could hear teeth chattering from your friend group. 

“Why did you bring that god forsaken blanket?” Your best friend looked at you in embarrassment. Her arms crossed in front of herself to help the cold that was seeping in. 

You had the blanket wrapped around you, shielding you from the chilly air. You clutched it closer to you and pouted. 

“I’m sorry, but it seems to me as though I’m nice and warm while you’re over there shivering.” Your friend stood there in her skimpy Deja Vu inspired outfit.

“Hey man. Tits out for San.” 

You snorted. “It’s not my fault you want San to look at your tits.”

“Okay but you’re in Hala Hala. You have pants and a jacket!”

You raised your eyebrow at her. “Your point being?”

“Give me your jacket.”

“No.”

She pouted at you. “Please? You have your cursed Seonghwa blanket already!”

You rolled your eyes as cheering came from the line in front of you. They had started the scanning of bags and metal detectors to finally let you into the venue. 

“Look. We’re about to be inside. Stop complaining. I’ll leave the blanket with Jisu since she has seats since it’s that embarrassing.”

“Oh.” Jisu turned to look at you. “Yeah. I don’t have seated tickets today. That’s tomorrow.” She gave you a small smile. 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me and it then Brynn.”

You turned around and moved in the line, Brynn sticking her tongue out at your back.

The beginning of the concert was hype, and you found yourself holding the blanket out while screaming for Seonghwa, hoping he would see it and you could make him smile. 

Towards the end of the show, when Ateez was about to do their last few songs, he finally saw you. He gestured to your hands and you held up the blanket to show the man on stage. He leaned down to get a better look. It was a photo of him, wearing glasses and peeking around a beige door, just his face and neck visible. He laughed, the smile making his eyes sparkle. You gestured towards him, holding out the blanket to him, telling him to take it. 

His eyes widened as he moved, his eyebrows going into his hairline as if to say “are you sure?” 

You nodded again and bunched it up, and then threw it at him. He caught it, and immediately wrapped it around his neck, acting like a superhero. He ran around the stage and catwalk, one arm outstretched like Superman. It was his favorite thing in the world now. The smile on his face was one of pure, genuine happiness, and his eyes were filled with excitement. 

The other members watched him in confusion at first during the interaction, and when they realized what had happened and what picture was on the blanket, they interrupted their ments to comment on it. Wooyoung was laughing so hard, San had to hold him up.

“Hyung” San said through his fits of giggles. “What is that?” 

The cameras panned over to Seonghwa, who held his mic up. “Atiny gave it to me!” He was so giddy. Almost like a child on Christmas morning. 

“I want one!” Wooyoung screamed from his spot on the floor, where San had dropped him. “Which Atiny?”

Seonghwa shook his head and wiggled his finger with a smirk towards Wooyoung. “Not telling. They’re my Atiny now.”

This caused a riot as Wooyoung stood up to rush at Seonghwa, but a staff member ran onto the stage to stop the chaos and get the concert back on track. You couldn’t hear it, but you could tell by the body movements that Seonghwa was getting scolded. You saw him pout and reach to his neck to untie the blanket. Before handing it to the staff member, he held it up, showing off the slightly terrifying photo of himself. The crowd cheered as the cameras panNed to it.

He held it proudly for a moment before handing it to the staff member and bowing as they ran off.

“Alright Atiny! Let’s get back to it!” Hongjoong said into his mic, distracting the crowd once again and he started the concert back up. 

You looked over at your friend. Her mouth was open in shock and you sent her a smirk. Knowing full well that only a few hours ago she was making fun of you for it. 

“Did that actually happen?” She yelled into your ear as Guerilla started to play and Hongjoong started his rap. 

You smiled at her, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Yeah” you smiled, giddy at what just happened. “Yeah I guess it did.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. You were pretty sure you blacked out during most of it. The thought of Seonghwa taking your blanket from you still on your mind as you made your way back to your hotel with your friends. 

A notification popped up on your phone as you entered the modest hotel lobby. Ateez had gone live in their hotel room, all eight of them crowded on a bed and tiny couch. Wooyoung sitting almost on Sans lap showed in the video preview as you sleepily walked to your room. 

Your friends followed you into the room, and one pulled out their laptop. “I saw Ateez was live. Do we wanna watch?”

A chorus of sleepy yeses sounded through the room as people started to get out of their clothes and makeup, listening to the chaos of eight men in the background. 

“Hey, Y/N” your friend with the laptop said. “Hwa still has your blanket.” They turned the screen towards you, and your sleepy eyes shot open and you rushed to get a closer look. 

There he was. The beautiful blonde man who took your blanket of him today, sitting with it securely wrapped around him.

“I figured that he or the staff would’ve throw it away.” Your eyes wide as Seonghwa faced the camera. You felt like he was looking into your soul. 

“To the Atiny who gave me this blanket, thank you. It will always be with me.” He smiled softly and stroked the soft fabric. A blush crept up your neck at his admission.

Wooyoung decided then to be a menace and he yanked the blanket away from Seonghwa and yelled something in Korean. Based on his tone, he was teasing his elder, and by the look Seonghwa had, he was annoyed. 

Seonghwa reached for the blanket and Wooyoung threw it to the other side of the room. San, never one to say no to teasing his hyungs, caught it and tied it around his neck. 

The live turned into chaos.

Seonghwa stood, directly in the middle between Wooyoung and San. He turned his head and leveled both men with a glare as he held his hand out, gesturing to give him back the blanket.

Seonghwa took a few step towards San, who then threw the blanket back to Wooyoung. Playing keep-away was their favorite things to do.

“Wooyoung. Give. Me. The. Blanket.” 

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue. “No.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and stood there, just staring at Wooyoung, annoyance in his eyes. “Please can I have my blanket back?”

“Aww hyung, you even asked nicely!” Wooyoung mocked him. “Fine.” He pouted, and held his arm out with the bundled up blanket. 

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said sarcastically, and started walking towards his younger. Once he got a few steps away, Wooyoung threw the blanket back to San, who hopped and caught it. Giggling the whole time. 

“I’m going to kill you,” Seonghwa playfully said, lunging towards Wooyoung. He tackled Woo onto the couch, San now pouting that he wasn’t being given attention. 

“Damn,” Brynn said, watching it all unfold. “He’s really serious about that blanket.” She sounded slightly envious.

“Looks like it,” you giggle. Inside you were giddy that your bias was so protective over something you gave him.

San had successfully evaded his elder and tied the blanket around his neck, like Seonghwa had done when you gave it to him. Seonghwa just watched him, looking slightly defeated. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at Hongjoong.

Words were exchanged and you saw Hongjoong stand up and try to stop Woosan from teasing Seonghwa any more. Voices who seemed like it belonged to the staff could be heard from behind the camera as well.

You saw a hand come out from behind the camera and point to Yeosang, who had curled up more on the couch to stay away from the chaos that is WooSanHwa.

Yeosang sighed and stood up next to Hongjoong. One went for San and the other went for Wooyoung, trying to get them to calm down. San and Wooyoung exchanged looks, and ran out of the room. Screaming could be heard from down the hall. A loud crash had you wincing.

Everything went quiet. Yunho and Mingi looked at each other, then the staff, and the live suddenly cut off. You and your friend looked at each other in disbelief, before erupting into giggles. 

“What did I just do?” You struggled to get out before being overcome with laughter once again.

“Cause Seonghwa to deal with the menace that is WooSan.” Jisu said, peeking over your shoulder at the screen.

“I guess you’re right,” you giggled again, and ran your makeup wipe over your face. “I wonder if he’ll remember me tomorrow. We do have soundcheck.”

“If he does, I’ll eat my San collection.”

You gasped, “Noooo Brynn, not your precious San collection!” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up. You look like a raccoon.” She shoved her pillow in your face and you just laughed. 

“Be prepared to eat your collection tomorrow. I hear photocards go well with milk.” 

She laughed again. “Go get ready for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” 

“Yes, your highness.” You bowed to her, and she threw another pillow at you. You laughed again as you easily dodged it and went to lock yourself in the bathroom. 

Running your makeup wipe over your face, you started to daydream about Seonghwa and what will happen at soundcheck. If he’ll remember you. Maybe you can even find out what happened after the live ended. You hoped WooSan won’t know that it was you who gave Seonghwa the blanket. You know you’d get harassed with teasing looks and movements in your direction. 

You sighed and turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face to wash away your delusional thoughts for the night. Drying your face, you unlocked the door and walked into a pitch black room. Jisu and Brynn both already passed out, one of them snoring loudly.

You giggled and crawled into bed between the two girls. Your phone buzzing on the nightstand, showing a Universe notification. Seonghwa had messaged, and you waited a second for the translation. 

Seonghwa: the blanket is okay. 

You giggled, watching as more messages popped into chat. 

Seonghwa: thank you atiny for coming out tonight. 

Seonghwa: I love you. Let’s have a good show tomorrow.

Seonghwa: have a good night ❤️

Seonghwa: I’ll see you tomorrow

You giggled and sighed in happiness. Typing out a quick reply before turning your phone on sleep mode. You smiled, cuddling into the warmth of Brynn and closed your eyes. Your message still on your mind. You hope he saw it and knew it was you. 

I’ll see you tomorrow Hwa. Hopefully the blanket is safe.

🏴‍☠️Ateez’s Preferred PDA🏴‍☠️

Since I did Seventeen, it’s only fair I do Ateez too 😉

Hongjoong: If there’s any chance Hongjoong won’t hear you, he’ll lean in super duper close. Maybe even cupping your cheek to pull you in or bringing you forward by your chin, grinning if you get flustered. If he needs to whisper something in your ear, he’ll cup your cheek to pull you in, too. He’s not one to kiss in public, but he will take your hands sometimes, too.

Seonghwa: Seonghwa’s absolute favorite thing ever is to lay his head gently on top of yours or, even better, on your shoulder. It just feels like home, and he can sneak in the occasional cheek or neck kiss if he’s feeling bold!

Yunho: When you’re walking he likes to grab your hand, suddenly breaking into a little jog, especially if he’s taking you somewhere he’s excited to go with you. Even as your pace slows he keeps your hand in his, raising the back of it to his lips every now and again.

Yeosang: Sometimes when you’re talking Yeosang will appear spaced out, then all of a sudden lean forward and ever-so-gently bonk your foreheads together. You aren’t sure why he does it, frankly, but it’s cute and he gets so giggly every time.

San: Back hugs!!! When you’re standing in line, he’ll go behind you and wrap an arm around you or both around your middle. If you guys need to move out of someone’s way, he’ll just pull you into a back hug and step back or to the side. Back hugs are a good cheek kiss position too, so even more ammo towards it being San’s favorite.

Mingi: Playing with your hands! He practically never lets those things go. A lot of times when Mingi is bored he’ll just sort of grab your hands and start swinging them around or making them clap. He likes to intertwine your fingers over and over again and just keep both of your hands in his as he looks at you. Makes you do expressions with them, like putting them on your cheeks and going ‘ah!’ in a tiny voice like you’ve been surprised.

Wooyoung: He absolutely looovvvveeessss sitting as close to you as humanly possible. If you’re in chairs, his hand will be on your knee or thigh. If you sit with Wooyoung on a couch, congratulations, you have forfeited use of your legs. They will become a tangled mess with his. Wooyoung has no shame, he will kiss you in public unless you really really hate it. And if you really really like it, he’ll smirk afterwards, too.

Jongho: We all know he’s not a big PDA guy by now, but!!! That’s different with friends versus in a relationship. Jongho still doesn’t go crazy, like no kissing in public for sure, but he does like to link his arm with yours sometimes when you walk or have his arm resting on the back of the couch/your chair when you sit together. Plus, you know, those couple times he carried you on his shoulder when you got hurt but that’s a special privilege you can’t just cash in anytime ok? 😎

misfits XI

⇥ pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

⇥ warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of therapy, self deprication, mature scene but it's not crazy

⇥ word count: 9.5k

⇥ a/n: okay i know you have all been looking foward to this chapter, it is an intense one and i hope yall finally enjoy some much needed romantic tension ;-;

⇥ this chapter is for my wife @l0vetiny, ilysm!!!

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--- THIS IS AN 18+ FANFICTION MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ---

Resting in your room, you stand at the crossroads of your emotions, torn between the familiarity of cherished friendships and the allure of a potential romantic relationship. The idea of taking that leap excites and terrifies you, as it means venturing into uncharted territory with people you've known and admired for years.

Whenever you look at your group of friends, you can't help but feel a tinge of envy towards their popularity. They seem to effortlessly navigate social situations and grab attention wherever they go. Would you be able to handle the spotlight that inevitably comes with being associated with them in a romantic capacity? You know about their jealous fans, and the attention you would most definitely receive upon starting a relationship. Not to mention the rumours and bad words that would be spread once someone finds out you aren’t just in a relationship with one of them, yet all of them.

Trust is the foundation of any relationship, and you know that building it anew on different grounds will be a crucial step. In the depths of your heart, you yearn for something more with them, to explore a connection that goes beyond friendship. Their laughter, the inside jokes you share, and the way they understand you have always made your heart skip a beat. Yet, the fear of jeopardising your bond keeps you hesitating, wondering if you can afford to risk what you already have.

You battle with your own insecurities, questioning whether you're ready for the rollercoaster of emotions that a romantic relationship might bring. Are you enough? Can you handle the weight of their expectations? The prospect of letting them down frightens you, and you're afraid of losing not only a romantic partner but also your close friends.

The truth is, you think you want this relationship, yet you acknowledge that timing is everything. The decision weighs heavily on you, and you need to be certain in your heart before taking the plunge. You owe it to yourself and to them to be genuine, vulnerable, and ready to embrace the changes this choice will bring.

You decide to step away from your bed for a moment, feeling the weight of your emotions overwhelming you. Making your way to the bathroom, you start your nighttime routine, pausing for a few seconds to look at the bottle of moisturiser, bringing a flood of thoughts of Yunho to your head. 

Yunho has changed so much since the day you first saw him in the kitchen. His transformation has been quite remarkable. You can't help but reflect on how he's evolved since your trip to the store for your moisturiser. Initially, he appeared rude, his demeanour shrouded in a kind of icy reserve. It was almost as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

However, as time passed, you noticed the shift in his demeanour. When you went to the furniture store together, it was like the walls he'd built around himself were slowly coming down. Yunho's newfound warmth towards you is reminiscent of the time from your high school days, when you sought refuge from the troubles at home and found peace in the warehouse, where he discovered you alone.

Back then, you were both navigating the challenges of adolescence, and life had already presented you with your fair share of hardships. It was in those moments of solitude, away from the chaos of your respective lives, that you forged a unique connection. Yunho, with his quiet strength and understanding, had become a source of comfort and support during those difficult times.

The memories of those moments still linger, etched in the corners of your mind. Now, as you both find yourselves facing the complexities of adulthood, it's heartening to see that the genuine care and compassion that existed between you during those formative years has resurfaced.

Since the heart-to-heart conversation in the kitchen, where the weight of secrets were finally lifted, Yunho has transformed before your eyes. He's become someone almost unfamiliar to you, but in the most delightful way.

It's as if the depths of your conversation unleashed a new side of him, a side that perhaps he had kept hidden or hadn't fully embraced until now. The Yunho you're getting to know is a true gentleman, a man who takes the time to say sweet things to you, even if his cheeks and ears turn a delightful shade of crimson in the process.

Shaking off the thoughts you look into the mirror, peering at your reflection with a mix of uncertainty and self-doubt. As you gaze at yourself, a flood of insecurities surfaces. You scrutinise every detail, the lines on your face, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. Negative thoughts swirl in your mind like a tempest, questioning whether you're worthy of love from such amazing individuals.

You wonder if they see the same flaws you do, if they'll be disappointed when they look at you more closely, or if they'll realise you're not as perfect as they might have thought. It's a daunting prospect to believe that someone could genuinely care for you, especially when surrounded by a circle of friends who seem to radiate charm and confidence.

The fear of rejection and judgement gnaws at you, threatening to sabotage the happiness you yearn for. You can't help but compare yourself to them, feeling like you're an outsider in their world of popularity and allure. It's as if a little voice inside your head tells you that you'll never truly belong, that you're not good enough to deserve their love and affection.

Tears blur your vision as you try to silence the self-criticism, the lingering doubts that seem to echo through your mind. You question whether you'll ever be ready for a relationship with them, wondering if your insecurities will push them away, destroying the friendship you hold so dear.

Moving yourself from the bathroom, you attempt to find a moment of peace to collect your thoughts. Finding refuge in the comfort of your bedroom, you close the bathroom door behind you and sit down on the floor in the centre of the room, feeling the weight of hesitation settling upon your shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, you're confronted by a flood of thoughts about your mental health issues, trauma, and the complex needs you carry within you. The struggle with anxiety, the lingering effects of past experiences, and the emotional scars that sometimes feel too heavy to bear; they all come rushing back, demanding your attention.

In the midst of this emotional whirlwind, a surge of doubt grips you. You begin to question if the boys you have grown to love, who seem to have it all together, would truly be capable of handling the intricacies of your mental health journey. Would they understand when anxiety creeps in, leaving you paralyzed with fear? Could they be patient and supportive when the shadows of your past cast their long shadows over your present?

It's an agitated storm of self-doubt, wondering if your needs might be too much for them to bear. The fear of burdening them with your struggles gnaws at your heart, and you find yourself grappling with the thought that you might not be deserving of their love and care. You so desperately wish to be happy, and the happiness you feel when you are around the boys is stronger than you have ever felt before. You definitely need to talk to Jisung about this, his advice always seeming to relieve the pressure off your heavy heart.

Today you only expected to confront the eight men about the past, finding out answers and you seem to have got more than you bargained for. One part of you is glad you know their affections towards you, yet one half is torn from having to make the decision.

With your room being shrouded in darkness, the only source of light being the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, you try to relax on the floor, your knees pulled close to your chest, surrounded by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within. You know you should be getting to bed, sleeping for the next day which holds lectures withholding important information. Time seems to stand still as you replay the heartfelt words spoken by the eight men. 

Amidst the turmoil of your mind, there is a sudden knock on your door. Startled, you glance at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest. Hesitating to answer, the door slowly creaks open for you, revealing the silhouette of Seonghwa standing there, his expression mirroring the same restlessness that is keeping you awake.

“Can I come in?” Seonghwa quietly asks, scared to be turned down, yet as he sees the gentle smile and nod cover your features, accepting the invitation, the man makes his way in. Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, his presence brings both comfort and a further storm to your heart, as the confession resurfaces in your mind.

"Mingi and I just got back from managing the bar, but I can't sleep," Seonghwa says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

His honesty only deepens the emotional turbulence inside. You are grappling with the same uncertainty, the same fear of what the future may hold.

“Come sit with me,” you say, hoping he will relax next to you.

As he settles down beside you on the floor, there is a moment of silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts. The room is filled with a mixture of emotions – the lines of friendship blurring before your eyes.

“You don't find it weird do you?” Seonghwa says breaking the heavy tension that suddenly coated the room.

“Find what weird?” You question, not sure as to what Seonghwa is asking.

“Us being together, as nine.”

You realise Seonghwa is inquiring about the group's dynamic and relationship. 

“Not really…” you start, not knowing if you should disclose your worries with Seonghwa, yet when you see the pleading look on his features, you feel your walls breaking, “honestly I'm just worrying whether I'll fit in, you guys are so close. I don't know if I will be able to be good enough for you guys.” You admit, feeling slightly embarrassed to be admitting such information.

“___,” Seonghwa says your name softly, feeling awfully upset you would even think you weren't good enough to be with them. “You are perfect for us, you don't need to worry about anything. There is nothing you could ever do that would make us think you don't belong with us. If anything, we don't deserve you. The kindness you have shown us, despite the rumours, despite everything has shown us enough. Whether it is with us or not, we just want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy.”

Gently, you cast a grateful glance towards Seonghwa, feeling a rush of emotions as his words wash over you. They bring both comfort and solace, embracing you in a tender embrace of understanding and support. It stays silent for a while as you let his words touch your heart. 

“I’m doing better…” Seonghwa says, once again breaking the silence and you wonder as to why he suddenly uttered those specific words.

When you shoot him a perplexed glance, Seonghwa responds with a soft chuckle, sensing your confusion. He then proceeds to clarify his statement with a reassuring tone.

“Back when you found me on the rooftop…” Seonghwa trails off as he sees the way you hold your breath reminiscing the night, he relaxes slightly as you nod at him to continue, ignoring the sudden surge of negative emotions clouding your vision. 

“The boys encouraged me to seek help. I was feeling so lost and overwhelmed, like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. But I took that first step, and it changed everything. My therapist helped me understand myself on a level I never thought possible,” Seonghwa pauses, trying to gauge your reaction.

“I’m so happy for you Seonghwa, truly. That is amazing.” Seonghwa helping himself, becoming better and finally feeling alive truly brings happiness to your soul. 

“When I heard you were in this school, I was really nervous at first, I was scared you were going to see me as the guy from high school who was constantly bothering you.”

Seonghwa huckles along with you, the shared laughter carries the weight of old memories and newfound understanding. You can't help but reminisce about the times when Seonghwa would follow you around school like a loyal companion, a testament to his friendship, even if it did sometimes border on being a little bothersome.

“I was worried you were going to be a different person completely, but when I saw you again for the first time in years, even though you have changed physically, you were definitely still the same.”

“What do you mean?” You question, not sure what his words mean.

“Your laugh, your voice, your humour, your kindness, your eyes. They are all the same as back then. But your eyes, they are brighter now, happier. You are just as, if not, even more, beautiful.” Seonghwa admits, “I don’t think I can lose you again.”

Silence falls upon the two of you as you let the tender words of the man in front of you sink in. The words of love play with your heartstrings, making your end decision even more daunting.

"I don't know what to do," you finally whisper, your voice breaking and Seonghwa immediately realises you are speaking of the confession and proposition, “I like you, all of you, yet it just seems so fast, so new.”

Seonghwa listens to your confession and when he senses the depth of your reciprocated feelings, a whirlwind of emotions engulfs him. He feels like he's floating on cloud nine, as if he's on the brink of something incredibly special and profound. Your words have touched him in a way that nothing else ever has. It's a feeling of euphoria, knowing that the person he cares about so deeply shares those same sentiments.

However, beneath this elation, he also senses the subtle undercurrent of fear and hesitation in you. It's completely understandable after so many years of being apart. The prospect of starting a new chapter, especially one as significant as a romantic relationship, can indeed be daunting. Seonghwa empathises with your feelings entirely.

Yet, despite the uncertainty and the challenges that lie ahead, he can't help but yearn for your affection and the chance to call you his own. The connection you share, one that has spanned years and endured the test of time, is something he cherishes deeply.

In Seonghwa's chest, his heart beats with a mixture of excitement and patience. He knows that these things take time, and he's willing to take it one step at a time with you, ensuring that you both feel comfortable and secure in whatever path you choose to explore. For now, he's content with the knowledge that the feelings are mutual, and he's looking forward to seeing where this newfound chapter of your connection will lead.

Seonghwa instinctively reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, yet as you remember the confession once more, the action of affection makes your reaction extreme, your cheeks heating up, your heart racing faster than usual. 

"We don't have to figure it all out right now," he says gently. "Let's take our time. We'll figure it out together."

“It’s just… I’m still trying to process that you guys are still alive, now I have something else to think about, it all seems too much.”

Seonghwa continues to listen to you and he can almost feel the waves of unease radiating from your very being. It's a raw and vulnerable moment, and he wishes deeply that he could find a way to ease the emotional storm surging behind your eyes.

Unconsciously, his fingers begin to play with yours tenderly. It's a small, comforting gesture, a silent reassurance that he's here, he's present, and he's ready to support you in whatever way you need.

At this moment, Seonghwa isn't focused on any hurry or pressure to define your relationship. Instead, he's fully attuned to your emotions, your concerns, and your hesitations. He knows that sometimes, the most valuable thing he can offer is his patient understanding and unwavering support.

“I’m sorry for not finding you sooner.” He finally speaks, his voice starting to break as he feels his throat tighten up, “I was so lost without you.”

The moment Seonghwa utters those words, you can hear the raw emotion in his voice, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. His admission that he was lost without you hits you deeply, and it's impossible not to feel the depth of his emotions. The warmth of your touch is a silent reassurance, letting him know that you understand that you've also carried your own share of longing and uncertainty.

"I'm here now," you say softly, your voice filled with understanding and compassion. "Sometimes life takes us on different paths, but we find our way back to the people who matter most."

Seonghwa's eyes glisten with unshed tears, and he nods, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. In this moment of shared vulnerability, you both find comfort in each other's presence, knowing that the past is behind you and the future is filled with possibility.

“Seonghwa,” You begin to call the man’s name, recognising the way he is starting to succumb to his emotions.

“There is not a single day that went by without us regretting leaving you. We just had to make sure it was safe for you before we came back.”

His heartfelt words pierce your heart, leaving your mind a mess.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. I won’t leave you, any of you.”

In the hushed stillness of the room, you raise the hand that was resting underneath his, to delicately caress Seonghwa's cheek, cupping it tenderly. Your touch is gentle, like a soothing relief to his heartache. With a soft stroke of your thumb, you wipe away the tears cascading down his beautiful face, a gesture of comfort that speaks volumes.

When you reach your other hand to cup his entire face, the sensation sends shivers down his spine. The tenderness of your touch makes his heart race with a mixture of emotions. It feels like it has been an eternity since he felt the warmth of your hands on his skin, and in this moment, it feels like an unsaid accomplishment, a connection he had yearned for, an action he has only seen in his dreams, finally being a reality brings warmth to his entire soul.

Tears continue to fall from his eyes, but your presence, your touch, makes him feel seen and understood in a way he has never imagined, yet he no longer knows if the tears are from sorrow or pure happiness. It's as if the weight of his emotions can finally be shared, knowing that you are there to offer solace and support. In the quiet intimacy of this moment, he finds himself silently thanking fate for bringing him to your room tonight.

The world seems to fade away as Seonghwa places his hands gently on top of yours, his touch sending a rush of warmth through your entire being. In this tender moment, you become highly aware of the intimate proximity between the two of you. Your faces mere inches apart, and as you lock eyes with him, time seems to stand still.

Despite the urge to move away, your body seems to have a will of its own, keeping you locked in this position. It's as if the universe conspired to bring you together in this moment, and you find yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing you closer to him.

The softness of his gaze, the way his eyes seem to hold a world of unspoken emotions, leaves you captivated. In this delicate embrace, you feel a sense of vulnerability, as if a barrier that once separated you has been lifted, allowing your hearts to commune in a profound and intimate way.

The air around you is charged with unspoken desires and untamed emotions. Your heart races, torn between the familiarity of friendship and the allure of something more. There is a soft tension in the air, like a dance between two souls on the precipice of a love that has been silently blooming.

Continuing to gaze into each other's eyes, the depth of your connection becomes undeniable. It's a moment of reckoning, where you know you must confront the feelings that have been swirling within you both. Yet, in this suspended moment, the fear of the unknown fades, replaced by serene acceptance of the present.

In this captivating scene, you allow yourself to be immersed in the depth of your emotions, knowing that there is also beauty in the uncertainty, in the uncharted territories of the heart. As you share this intimate space with Seonghwa, you feel a sense of wonder, a willingness to explore the unspoken desires that have led you to this enchanting moment.

As the air crackles with unspoken desires, a gentle breeze seems to sweep through the room, carrying an air of anticipation. Neither of you can deny the magnetic pull drawing you closer, and in this intimate moment, you both surrender to the unspoken feelings that have been lingering between you.

“____,” Seonghwa calls your name softly, gazing deeply into your eyes, “I don’t know if I can live without you.”

Staying silent, you aren’t too sure how to respond, the heaviness of the confession making you too flustered to respond.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just needed you to know.”

Seonghwa's hands remain atop yours, his touch a comforting anchor as you lean in ever so slightly.

“Hwa.” You catch the man’s attention with the old nickname, making his heart race even quicker in his chest. Feeling confident, you slowly start to close the gap between your lips, until they are just a breath away from each other. 

“Can I…” Seonghwa begins before taking a deep, nervous breath in, “kiss you?” Seonghwa whispers, centimetres away from your lips. It takes you less than a few seconds to reply, even though your heart is beating out of your chest, you gently accept. 

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you close your eyes, savouring the tingling anticipation that courses through your veins.In this suspended moment, time ceases to exist as your lips finally meet in a tender kiss. It's a soft and hesitant exploration, as if both of you are testing the waters of this new intimacy. The touch of his lips against yours sends a quake of delight down your spine, igniting a warmth in your heart that you can't quite put into words. His lips are soft as they move slowly against yours, testing the waters, seeing what you are comfortable with.

Instinctively your bodies draw closer, seeking relief in each other's embrace. The world outside fades away as you lose yourselves in the intoxicating taste of his plump lips. Finding yourself getting drunk off of the way his lips feel against yours, you hesitantly pull away, scared that you will fall in too deep, or make Seonghwa uncomfortable with the sudden rush of love and lust that you begin to feel.

Pulling away, your eyes meet once again with Seonghwa’s brown ones, and you are shocked by the sight. His usual round, soft eyes, now blown out and hooded, an indescribable emotion coursing through his veins.

Before you can utter a single word, you find yourself enveloped in Seonghwa's embrace, his strong arms securely wrapping around your waist as he effortlessly lifts you onto his lap. Your legs settle on either side of his body, the soft carpet cushioning your knees as your chest presses flat against his. The closeness of your bodies sends a surge of electricity through you, and yet, there is an overwhelming sense of comfort in this intimate position.

Gazing into Seonghwa's eyes, you see a mix of desire, lust and tenderness reflected in his gaze. He's careful to gauge your reaction, making sure you are comfortable with this new closeness. Without hesitation, you offer him a reassuring smile, your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

When his lips find yours once more, and this time the kiss is less gentle, Seonghwa’s tongue poking at the entrance of your mouth, and you feel an unspoken longing and passion. It's a connection that feels natural and familiar, as if your souls have been searching for this closeness all along. The way his warm lips caress yours is powerful, and you find yourself melting into the embrace, savouring the sensation of being so close to him. The kiss becomes messy as you allow his tongue to enter your mouth, dancing together as you press your body closely against his. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s neck, tilting your head to further deepen the intense kiss.

Seonghwa's arms encircle you, holding you close as if he never wants to let go. The world around you seems to fade away, and all that matters is the intimacy of this moment and the way his lips fit so perfectly against yours, the way his touch makes you feel cherished, adored, and hot, so hot.

As the kiss deepens, the boundaries between friendship and something more blur, and you realise that this is a connection that goes beyond labels and definitions. It's a love that defies explanation, a bond that has been quietly growing between you for years.

Seonghwa's touch ignites a fire within you, and you find yourself craving more of his affection, his warmth, his love. It's a feeling that is both thrilling and comforting, like coming home to the one person who understands you in a way no one else can.

His arms begin to rub up and down your back, gently passing underneath your night shirt and landing on your bare hips, gently caressing the bare skin. The warmth of his hands causes a small gasp to emit from your throat, jolting you slightly, making your hips rub gently against Seonghwa’s crotch.

“Fuck, angel.” Seonghwa's low groan reverberates through both of you, the sudden nickname sending shivers down your spine, straight to your core. The way he pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms, still underneath your shirt, tightly around your waist, creates an intoxicating sensation that leaves you breathless. Your skin pressed against his feels like a perfect fit, as if you were always meant to be in this embrace. The raw intimacy of the moment leaves both of you feeling lost in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

Seonghwa pulls away from your lips, and you are about to protest, yet the complaints die in your throat as his lips trail to the curve of your neck causing your heart to race, your senses heightened by every touch. He peppers small kisses down the curve of your neck, gently nibbling on the flesh.

The world around you fades into the background, and all that exists is you and Seonghwa. His hands explore the contours of your body with a gentleness that contrasts with the intensity of his desires. Every caress and every whisper of his breath against your skin ignites a fire within you, and you find yourself surrendering to the passion that courses through your veins.

“Seonghwa,” you whisper, your voice almost getting caught in your throat.

“Yes, angel?” Seonghwa mutters against the skin of your neck.

Unconsciously, the nickname causes you to move your hips against the males, desperately wanting a reaction from him. The deep groan that reverberates from his throat leaves you both satisfied and craving for more simultaneously.

“___,” Seonghwa stutters out, the sudden boldness of your movements leaving his head spinning, “we should stop,” 

Pulling away slowly, you give him a worried look, hoping dreadfully you haven't crossed a boundary. Seonghwa gently chuckles at the cute look on your face.

Pinching your cheek softly, he speaks again, “we just started, I want to take my time with you.”

Seonghwa's statement washes over you like a gentle wave, stirring up a delightful mix of excitement and nervousness that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Without hesitation, he draws you close once more, enveloping you in a comforting embrace that radiates warmth and affection. As you rest your head in the crook of his neck, you find yourself basking in the tender intimacy of the moment, cherishing the precious connection you share.

“You should get to sleep, we are going shopping early tomorrow.” Seonghwa’s deep voice reverberates in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Are we going shopping?” You question, feeling a sudden rush of sleepiness overcoming your senses. 

Nuzzling your head even closer into the crook of Seonghwa's neck, you sense the gentle thump of his heart escalating, mirroring the accelerated rhythm of your own. Although you can’t see it, Seonghwa’s cheeks are a blazing hot shade of red as he tries to calm himself from going further. He realises that pushing you to do something when you're already confused is not the right option. As much as Seonghwa wishes to take you, claim you right here, like he has been dreaming for years, he waits patiently, not wanting to overwhelm you. The lingering effect of the shared kiss intensifies the moment, making it all the more electrifying and unforgettable.

"Let's get you to bed, angel," Seonghwa whispers tenderly, his hold around your waist tightening as he firmly presses your body against his own, lifting you both effortlessly from the floor. Your legs instinctively coil around his waist, and as he carries you towards the bed, the red blush intensifies on Seonghwa's cheeks, his heart racing with every step. The intimate closeness and the warmth of the moment leave him adorably flustered, but his focus remains on ensuring your comfort and care.

Tucking you in the blankets, he sits by the side of your bed, watching your weary form with a violent blush  and a wide smile covering his entire face. 

"Goodnight, Seonghwa," you mumble softly, settling into the cosy embrace of your pillow. Witnessing your endearing gesture, Seonghwa feels his heart swell with affection, amazed at how he could fall even deeper for you, a feeling he once thought was impossible. As he watches over you, he can't help but feel grateful for the precious moments shared and the special connection that continues to grow between the two of you. With a gentle smile, he lingers for a moment, savouring the sight of you before finally whispering his own goodnight, his heart full of fondness and admiration. Departing from your bedroom with a satisfied smile on his face, Seonghwa heads straight for his bathroom, desperately needing a cold shower to calm his thoughts of you situated in his lap, looking so pretty. He definitely needs to clear those thoughts before he finds himself running back to your bedroom.

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The soft morning light gently filters through the curtains, causing you stir from your slumber, a warm and blissful feeling spreading through your entire being. You can't help but smile as the memory of the tender kiss you shared with Seonghwa last night floods your mind, filling you with a sense of giddiness and butterflies in your stomach. The way his lips touched yours lingers in your thoughts, leaving you feeling loved and cherished.

With a contented sigh, you stretch your limbs beneath the soft sheets and sit up, the room enveloped in a soft glow that seems to match the radiance in your heart. You can't wait to see your roommates, to share the joy of this morning with them and bask in the warmth of their presence.

Getting up from your bed, the floor feels cool against your feet, contrasting with the warmth in your heart. You take your time getting ready, savouring each moment as you brush your hair and wash your face. There's an air of excitement and anticipation building within you, eager to embrace the day ahead and the company of your dear roommates.

Making your way to the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast fills the air, and your senses are treated to a delightful feast. To your delight, all eight of your friends are gathered at the counter, and you can't help but notice that they all look particularly handsome today, their smiles radiant and welcoming. You aren't sure if it is because of their confession yesterday, or if they always look this good, but something has changed. The sight of them all waiting for you warms your heart, and you feel a mix of gratitude and affection for each member of the group. It's a feeling of belonging and togetherness that washes over you, reinforcing the deep bond you share with them.

Unconsciously, you gravitate towards Seonghwa, the events of last night still at the front of your mind, who beams at your approach with that charming smile that has a way of melting your heart. His eyes light up when he sees you, and the affection in his gaze makes you feel like the most cherished person in the world. 

When you get close to him, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, causing a small yelp of surprise to leave your mouth, the action catching you off guard making you feel awfully warm in the face.

What surprises you is that neither of the seven men around you even flinch, though they send a questioning look to Seonghwa who just gently shrugs, an amused, smug expression gracing his features as he holds you close to him, addicted to the way your body feels against him. 

Unbeknownst to you, yesterday night was very difficult for Seonghwa. In the quiet hours after your time together, his thoughts were consumed by an intense longing. The memory of your closeness lingered, and his yearning for the touch of your body against his became almost overwhelming. Throughout the night, a compelling desire took hold of him, urging him to find any possible way to feel your presence once more. 

He found himself on the brink of leaving his own room multiple times, his heart urging him to seek the physical connection he so deeply carved from you. Each time, he would pull back, reminding himself of the boundaries and the need to respect your space. It was a struggle that played out repeatedly throughout the night, a battle between his longing and his determination to be patient and considerate. Yet now you are here, with your consent, he doesn't feel the need to hold back, wanting to touch you in any way possible.

When you take your seat at the counter, you can't help but notice a bowl of your favourite breakfast waiting for you, a thoughtful gesture from Wooyoung that fills you with warmth. The gesture speaks volumes of the care and consideration your friends have for you, and you feel incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by such loving and attentive individuals.

“I hope it tastes nice.” Wooyoung says, a shy tone to his voice that has you surprised, wondering where his usual flirty, playful self is.

"I'm sure it's lovely, Woo," you reply with a playful tone, using the endearing nickname that sends delightful shivers cascading down Wooyoung's spine. The affectionate term fills his chest with pride and joy, revelling in the fact that you chose a cute name to address him. The sweet exchange between the two of you leaves Wooyoung with a heartwarming sense of happiness and admiration for you.

Munching away on the food, you allow yourself to completely relax as the flavours of the food warm and caress your tongue.

"Are you coming to the mall with us today?" Yeosang is situated on the other side of you and asks in a hushed tone, his eyes filled with hope as he awaits your response. Meanwhile, the other seven members are deeply engrossed in a somewhat serious yet lighthearted debate about whether butts are considered as two or one. Despite their lively discussion, Yeosang remains focused on your answer, eager for you to join them on the outing.

"Yes, I think so. I desperately need some new clothes," you reply with a smile, feeling the warmth of Yeosang’s undivided attention as he turns his entire body towards you, clearly focused on your words. The genuine interest he shows in your plans for the day brings a sense of connection, making you even more eager to spend time with the group. Excitement builds as you look forward to the fun outing with your friends, hoping it will be a memorable day spent together.

Yet something suddenly nags at your mind, causing you to feel a little vulnerable. “Aren't you worried about being seen with me in public? I don't think people would be happy with me being around you.”

“We don't care what people think, you are one of us.” he says, his tone soft as he peers at your flustered reaction, a smile graces his face.

You feel a rush of flustered emotions as you notice Yeosang's gaze lingering on your lips before returning to your eyes. The memory of the kiss shared with Seonghwa last night briefly crosses your mind, sparking curiosity about what it might be like to kiss the others. However, you quickly push those thoughts away, not wanting to get carried away and get your hopes up too high.

Yeosang, seemingly pleased with your reaction, gently smirks before turning back to the group. Little does he know, his actions have left you feeling even more flustered. As you watch him, you can't help but wonder how he might flirt with you and what that could lead to. The possibility of such interactions excites you, but you also remind yourself to be cautious and not read too much into it.

In his own silent moment, Yeosang decides to take some pointers from Wooyoung on flirting, hoping to make you smile and blush like this forever. The prospect of seeing your cute flustered face becomes a delightful goal, one he can't wait to achieve.

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The late morning sun casts a golden glow on the bustling streets as you and your roommates step out of the white house. Due to the large shopping mall being a short walk away, the nine of you decide to walk there to enjoy the warm sun, the excitement in the air is palpable. You had mentioned that you needed some new clothes, and the eight men were more than eager to join you on this shopping adventure.

Walking to the mall turned out to be quite the amusing experience. As the group strolled along, you found yourself at the back, flanked by Wooyoung and San, who adamantly refused to let anyone else take their spot next to you. Their sweet insistence brought a warm blush to your cheeks, and you couldn't help but feel flattered by their attention.

Seonghwa and Mingi, not ones to back down easily, bickered with Wooyoung and San, each vying for the chance to be by your side during the walk there. The friendly competition for your company added a playful dynamic to the group, and even Hongjoong couldn't resist getting involved, trying to mediate the situation.

In the end, Hongjoong managed to calm the playful dispute, promising Seonghwa, Mingi, and the others that they could take turns to walk with you on the way back home. Although the rest of the group may have been sulking slightly at not being able to be next to you now, they all understood the importance of sharing the time with you and were happy to have their chance later.

Arriving at the grand entrance of the shopping mall, your eyes widen in awe. The place is massive, with countless stores, boutiques, and displays that promise a shopping experience like no other. You are not able to contain your excitement and feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.

Strolling through the mall, the group seems to split into smaller clusters, each one of your roommates offering to accompany you to different sections based on your fashion preferences. 

“Are you guys sure you don't need anything?” You question for the third time as they refuse to look in any shop that you walk past.

Upon hearing a chorus of playful "no's" filling the air, you can't help but roll your eyes with a mixture of amusement and affection. Their stubbornness to stay by your side, despite knowing it makes your heart race, only serves to make you appreciate their care and attention even more. It's endearing to see how much they value being with you, and while their determination might fluster you, it also warms your heart to know how cherished you are within the group.

When you reach a particular clothing store, which you usually shop at, you are happy to see they have sales on a lot of clothes. Making your way in, you giggle at the way the eight aimlessly follow you in. They disperse slightly, looking at many different clothing racks, searching for something that would suit you, or something they would like to see you wearing.

Wandering through the racks of clothes, you notice Wooyoung seems particularly focused. He keeps scanning the dresses with a determined expression, occasionally pulling one off the rack to examine it closely. It's clear that he's on a mission, and you can't help but wonder what he's up to.

"Hey, Wooyoung, find anything interesting?" you question, curious about his intent.

Wooyoung turns to you with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, just looking for something special," he replies cryptically.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his mysterious response. The boys exchange knowing glances, clearly in on whatever plan Wooyoung has hatched. It seems as if they have a small mission in their minds.

A little while later, Wooyoung finally emerges from the racks of dresses, triumphantly holding one up for you to see. "Look! This would look stunning on you," Wooyoung, exclaims, holding up a beautiful black dress that caught his eye. It definitely isn't your style, so you wonder as to why he would ask you to try it on.

You examine the short, form-fitting dress that Wooyoung kindly offered, you realise it's not your usual style, and you feel hesitant about trying it on, especially since it's on the sexier side and not something you'd typically wear. Before you can politely decline, San appears at your side, expressing his agreement with Wooyoung's suggestion. He wraps an arm around your shoulder in a tender gesture, encouraging you to give it a try while also assuring you that it's entirely your choice.

Touched by their compliments and support, you gently accept the dress, feeling grateful for their thoughtfulness. With a slightly doubtful smile, you make your way to the changing room, and to your surprise, you notice that all of them follow you eagerly, clearly invested in how you'll look in the dress. 

“Guys you don't all need to come.” You exclaim, chuckling at their eagerness, “it’s just a dress.”

“We have never seen you in a dress before,” Mingi replies, an adorable pout on his face, the others agreeing with him. Chuckling again, you turn around to walk into the changing room. Inside the changing room, you slip into the dress, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You realise this must've been their plan and you chuckle to yourself at the thought of them conspiring for this very moment. It gives you a boost of confidence knowing they are eager to see you dressed up nicely.

Standing in the changing room, you find yourself struggling to reach the zipper on the back of the dress, you let out a small groan of frustration. You contemplate taking the dress off and giving up on the idea of trying it on. However, in that moment, a mischievous idea crosses your mind, and a playful smirk appears on your face.

Deciding to have a little fun with the situation, you poke your head out of the changing room, leaving the zipper undone deliberately and you see eight faces waiting patiently. 

You gently call out to the men outside, "Hey, I might need a little help here."

San, Wooyoung, and the others glance your way, and their eyes widen when they notice your insinuations. Instantly, they catch on to your playful game, and a mischievous glint appears in their eyes as well.

Wooyoung quickly volunteers, stepping forward with a grin, "I'll help!"

The others slightly grumble, falling back into their seats as you allow Wooyoung to make his way into the changing room, where you hold up the dress with your arms. Noticing the way Wooyoung's eyes are chasing your form up and down, you feel a surge of confidence rush through your body. Maybe trying on this dress wasn't such a bad idea after all. 

With a teasing smile, you turn around, allowing Wooyoung to reach for the zipper. As his fingers brush against your bare back while he gently pulls up the zipper, a shiver runs down your spine, and you can't help but exchange a knowing look with him through the mirror. When his eyes meet yours, you notice the dark look coating his eyes, making your knees feel weak. 

“How does it look?” You whisper, suddenly feeling a little insecure at how tight the dress is. 

Wooyoung's fingers glide slowly from the zipper of the dress to your hips, where he gently pulls you closer against his body, his chest now pressed against your back. The proximity between you two sends a shiver through your body, and your heart races with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

His hands gently massage your hips, and Wooyoung can't help but revel in the sensation of your touch against his skin. The way your bodies fit together creates a warm and intimate connection that has him feeling drunk off of your touch. He suddenly feels immensely grateful that you trusted him to come into the dressing room, along with letting him see you in the dress first. 

“It looks amazing,” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe, he continues, “You’d look better without it.” His words cause another shiver to ripple through your body, the insinuations of his words has your head spinning.

“Wooyoung, behave.” Hongjoong’s authoritative voice sounds from behind the curtain of the dressing room and you realise that the seven on the other side must have heard what Wooyoung uttered.

Playfully rolling his eyes, Wooyoung reluctantly moves away from your body, grumbling under his breath. Once the curtain opens, you turn around to face the group, playfully twirling in the dress, feeling a newfound confidence and excitement. 

Emerging from the fitting room, you're greeted by a symphony of reactions from your roommates. Mingi and Seonghwa’s expressions border on awe, their mouths hanging slightly agape as they drink in the way the dress contours your figure. Yeosang and Jongho, aware of their own reactions, quickly avert their gaze, trying to avoid any obvious signs of their appreciation for the dress on you.

Yunho and San's widened eyes trace your silhouette, an unspoken admiration evident in their glances. They want you to feel comfortable but can't help conveying how striking you look, their stare piercing you. Hongjoong, known for his unreadable demeanour, studies you intently, his features carefully neutral. When your curious gaze meets his, he raises an eyebrow in a challenge, his lips curling into a smirk as he openly checks you out.

In a playful move, you send a teasing wink his way, a side of you he rarely witnesses. The effect is immediate, causing a noticeable flush to creep up Hongjoong's cheeks. His eyes widen slightly in surprise at your flirtatious gesture, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his mind. Your unexpected action has triggered a shift in his usually composed demeanour, stirring a rush of thoughts and feelings that he's unaccustomed to.

The contrast between your usual innocence and this unexpected flirtation leaves Hongjoong's heart racing and his mind aflutter with indecent notions. Your playfulness has caught him off guard, and it's evident in the way his cheeks continue to heat up. The dynamic between you two has shifted momentarily, and the lingering effects of your flirtatious exchange are bound to make the day even more interesting. 

"You look stunning!" Mingi exclaims, his eyes bright with admiration.

"You were right. This dress is perfect for her," San chimed in, his eyes not leaving the dress hugging your body.

“I’ll go pay for it,” Hongjoong says, getting off the chair he was comfortably resting in. 

“What? No, I'll pay.” You insist, trying to chase after Hongjoong, who just sends you a sweet smile before heading towards the exit of the fitting rooms. 

“Bring it to me when it's off, love.” he says before turning away to walk off, yet he stops and quickly turns around to meet your eyes again, swiftly he looks you up and down, before smiling again, “you look beautiful.” 

Once again, Hongjoong moves to the exit, some of the others following him, not before glancing at you one more time, to make sure the image of you in the dress stays in their minds. You attempt to follow him, not wanting him to pay for something like this. Yet, Wooyoung, who is still in the changing room, swiftly grabs your hand,  gently pulling you back into the cubicle.

“He likes to pay for things, it’s how he shows his affection, amongst other ways…” Woooyoung trails off and you can’t help but wonder what he is implying, “now, do you need help taking it off too?” 

“Wooyoung.” It is San whose voice sounds this time, causing Wooyoung to playfully roll his eyes.

It's just this dress, you tell yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes diligently observes your every gesture from across the expanse of the clothing store. A faint scowl adorns their features as they take in the scene playing out before them. Arched eyebrows frame their intent gaze, as they persist in their scrutiny, trying to think of where they've encountered you in the past. Curiously, the sight of your seemingly contented presence among the group of eight men evokes an unease within them. Finally they have found Ateez, yet they are extremely unaware as to who you are.

As the day wears on, you notice that your friends seem to be going out of their way to impress you. They help you find the perfect clothes, hold doors open for you, and even sneak in small gestures of affection, like stealing glances or offering gentle touches on your arm. Seonghwa skillfully manoeuvres his arm around your waist as the two of you walk side by side, gently tugging you closer to his side. His touch creates a sense of intimacy. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he conveys a silent closeness, a shared moment of connection that transcends words. The warmth of his body against yours and the weight of his chin on your shoulder create a comforting sensation.

"Wait, this sweater looks so cosy. You have to try it on!" Jongho insisted, handing you a soft, knitted sweater that looked like it would be perfect for chilly evenings.

"And these shoes! They would go perfectly with that dress you tried earlier," Yunho adds, bringing over a pair of elegant black shoes.

Continuing the shopping spree at the large mall, you can’t help but be flattered by their attention and affection. Every time you pause to admire an item for a little too long, one of the eight men would quickly grab it off the rack, insisting on buying it for you. It was both endearing and overwhelming to see their determination to spoil you  with gifts, no matter how hard you try to protest.

Trying on each item, you can't help but marvel at how well your roommates know your style and preferences. Their attention to detail and the effort they put into finding clothes that suit your taste makes your heart swell with gratitude.

The more the shopping bags pile up, the more you protest, telling them that they do not need to buy everything you like. Alas, your roommates are insistent, assuring you that they want to spoil you and show their appreciation for your presence in their lives.

During a quick break at a coffee shop, you find yourself sitting next to Yunho, who has been rather quiet this entire trip, it seems as if there is something on his mind, bothering him. When you look over to him, you notice he is peering at you with a fond expression. He takes a deep breath, as if he is gathering the courage to say something important, the tips of his ears turning a dark shade of red.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that... I really care about you," he begins, his voice hushed, soft and earnest , the traces of nervousness evident in his tone. The abrupt confession momentarily leaves you in a state of astonishment, as the unexpected display of affection from him causes your heart to quicken its pace. 

Throughout the day, you've been consistently taken aback by the sudden surge of affection from every man. Normally, the casual slight flirting is something you’ve become accustomed to, but now it has escalated to an intense level, and the realisation that there are deeper emotions beneath their words leaves you feeling light-headed and in a perpetual state of fluster.

"Later, can we talk, one on one, just us two? You deserve an apology and an explanation for my behaviour." Yunho continues.

“I’d love that Yunho.” You smile at the man, who looks exactly like a puppy as his eyes light up with happiness.

His confession leaves your heart pounding in your chest, and before Yunho can respond, Jongho approaches the two of you with a smile on his face. "Don't forget about me," he says playfully, though there is a hint of sincerity in his eyes. "I feel the same way. You're truly special to all of us."

Their sincere words have a profound effect on you, causing a rush of warmth to spread throughout your being. The honesty in their expressions and the depth of their feelings touch you deeply, leaving you unable to hide the telltale signs of your emotions. Your cheeks flush with a gentle heat, the emotions swirling within you.

When the day draws to a close, you leave the mall with bags filled with new clothes and hearts full of cherished memories. Realising that you are indeed fortunate to have such incredible people in your life who love you so deeply.

Making your way home, arms laden with shopping bags, you feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and belonging. The affectionate gestures of your roommates have touched you deeply, and you know that you are truly surrounded by people who care for you. In the end, it wasn't just about the clothes or the gifts; it was about the love and warmth that flowed between you. Settling back into the house, you can’t help but smile as you look around at your roommates, each one beaming with happiness. 

“I am going to put all this stuff away,” you exclaim, announcing your short departure.

"Hey, just so you know, dinner will be ready in about an hour or two," Yunho calls out to you as you busily move the numerous bags into your room. With a quick thumbs-up in his direction, you respond in a light-hearted manner, before disappearing behind your closed bedroom door. Your actions prompt a soft chuckle from him, finding your response quite endearing and cute.

Alone in the quiet of your room, you take a deep breath, attempting to steady the rising tide of anxiety that threatens to engulf you. Today had been a day unlike any other, filled with warmth that had, for a fleeting moment, lifted your spirits. The kindness and affection of the boys had been a balm to your soul, enveloping you in a sense of belonging that you hadn't felt in a while.

Reflecting on the day's events, you're struck by a poignant realisation – it was indeed one of the best days you've had in a long time. Laughter, shared moments, and the genuine care of your roommates were woven together to create memories that you'll treasure. And yet, despite the joy that had enveloped you, a shadow of apprehension had loomed over the day, casting a veil of unease over your experience.

The sensation of being watched, the lingering feeling that someone was trailing your every move, had been a constant presence in the back of your mind. It had woven its way into the fabric of your day, colouring even the happiest moments with a sense of discomfort. The weight of someone's presence, real or imagined, clung to you like a second skin, refusing to be shaken off.

Her face was everywhere and the worst thing is, you feel like you’ve seen it before.

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11. One night stand with Yeosang or Morning sex with Seonghwa?

My ass be giggling and kicking my feet at this piece when I know dAMN WELL that I’m the world’s grumpiest bitch in the morning <3 enjoy!

Warnings: smut, (consensual) somnophillia, morning sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, seonghwa is rough and whiny 🤤, (slight) overstimulation

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Seonghwa stirs in his sleep slightly, a quiet moan leaving his lips, feeling the rays of sunlight kiss his eyelids through the curtains. He slowly opens his eyes, and he squeezes his thighs instinctively, waking up from his fragmented dream of something inherently sexual. He doesn’t remember much of it but what he does know that he woke up with morning wood and his mind is just buzzing with clouded lust.

When his vision finally focuses, he realises two things:

One; your back is facing him. He hears your soft breathing as his eyes trace the outline of your back covered by his shirt.

Two; his erection is just pressing against your bare ass, and that his arm is wrapped around your waist.

Seonghwa considers his choices, no clarity given when he’s starting to think with his dick the more he’s instinctively pressing against you. He lets out a shaky breath as his hand snakes under your shirt, and you jolt in your sleep from his cold hands resting on your breast. He holds still for a moment, not wanting to rise you from your slumber. It’s an excuse he gives himself—to cuddle and be physically close to you when it’s evidently more than that.

The soft squeezes he gives your tits become light pinching and tugging on your nipples, soft moans leaving from his gorgeous sleeping partner, and that only weakens his resolve to do anything less than that. Seonghwa presses his lips onto the nape of your neck. At this point, he’s still careful not wake you, the prospect of it all only sending jolts of adrenaline from time to time every time he feels you shift.

His hands smooth over your thighs, slowly trailing closer and closer to the patch of fabric that’s cockblocking him. His sneaks his fingers between your thick thighs, and the moment his fingers come into contact with the wet patch of fabric, his heartbeat quickens. Fuck. You’re this wet already. So he pulls his fingers back, while his strings of rationale slowly snapping one by one.

Seonghwa then decides remove him hands from your tits to tug against the waistband of your panties downwards, stopping every time he feels you shift or groan. Nonetheless, his determination overrides his impatience—and he’s rewarded when he manages to roll your panties low enough just past your knees without disturbing you. He wonders if you are feigning your deep slumber or are you just that deep into your dreamland that you don’t notice, but that this point, his rationale is thinning. He leaves you alone, just to peel his boxers off him, sighing softly as his cock springs out of the stained undergarment, and he tosses it somewhere on the bed.

His fingers find your wet folds again, and he slips a finger in a little too easily. He pauses, taking note of any movements from you, but you remain still.

Then he adds another, the second on slipping in as easily as the first. This time, a grunt slips from you, as you sleepily clench around his fingers. Seonghwa softly curses, just wanting to stuff you full already. His fingers start fucking your wet cunt—slow and smooth movements in and out—and he hears you slowly unravel below him, your soft pants and whimpers only egging him on. Seonghwa wonders what are you dreaming of, now that you’re being fucked with his fingers, your cunt only getting wetter and wetter as he continues.

He pulls his soaked fingers out, wiping it over his nightshirt before he has his fingers back at your folds to pull them open as he lines his cockhead right at your entrance and pushes in.

He throws his head back slightly and bites his lip from making any sound, at how your pussy warms his cock up instantly, and how you’re already squeezing him. Again, he holds still for only but a quick few seconds as his reasoning falters almost immediately when he sinks into you.

He thrusts his hips into you again, but the more he does it, the more he spirals from the way your pussy is just pulling him in. Soon enough he’s practically slamming into you, albeit at his best ability not to wake you up.

Obviously that never works. The pleasure from his cock is bleeding into your consciousness as whatever fragmented erotic dream you had dissolves in your brain. You’re rather disoriented, but your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as Seonghwa has his cock fucking into you, his thrusts growing more rough now that his strings of rationale have completely snapped.

“H-Hwa”, you call out groggily, albeit in between broken moans.

Instead of answering you, his arm wraps around your chest, hand cupping your throat as he pulls you back towards him, and he nips at the nape of your neck.

“So tight, so warm. Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Angel. I love it so much”, he moans into your ear, your mind dizzy and hazed from his husky voice echoing in every nook of your mind.

Seonghwa’s free hand trails down your thighs, and your legs unhook your panties off your ankles. He lugs your free leg over his, your legs spread open as Seonghwa grunts at the new angle that’s gradually turning him more feral—your heat more sopping and inviting, and he’s fucking into you so desperately, that the sound of wet skin slapping overpowers your weak moans.

He doesn’t relent, periodically biting his lip from how much the pleasure is engulfing him, reflected by his thrusts.

“Hwa, fuck, you’re so big- I’m gonna cum-“ you cry, your fingers clawing onto his arm on your waist, the knot taut in your abdomen before completely snapping, white spots splattering beneath your eyelids as you become completely undone, creaming in loads onto Seonghwa’s cock while you cry his name, letting him fuck you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Keep it coming”, he groans, feeling his high ready to wash over him when your cunt convulses around him. “Shit, I’m gonna cum too. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He ruts into you, then stilling as ropes of warm cum stain your walls, a dragged out sigh of pleasure invading your ears as Seonghwa releases into you.

The both of you lay still for a moment, catching your breaths before Seonghwa gently turns you over to face him. You have a small pout on your lips while Seonghwa wears a sheepish yet unapologetic smile before he pecks your forehead.

“Good morning, angel.”

mr & mrs park.

synopsis : in which the task of killing your enemy is abruptly put on a pause when you discover their cute little secret.

pairing : mafia seonghwa x reader.

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst, action & smut.

word count : 50K ( i- )

there are three things you need to know before you read this.

one, you screwed up.

two, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

three, you’re holding onto a revolver.

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