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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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his sweet girl (p.sh)

summary: you and park seonghwa have an arranged relationship. he doms, you sub, and he pays for your taxi home. it's always the same until the night you both plan to indulge in each other's more intense fantasies.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this fic is much more intense than my other work. please mind the tags here. seonghwa isn't mean / harming the reader, but we are dealing with more intense bdsm topics and touches of consensual non-consent, so review the tags before proceeding.

warnings: hard dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fem!reader, role play, use of sir, impact play, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), rough oral, slapping, spitting, mocking/teasing, use of good girl/sweet girl, reader is called pet once but it isn't pet play, color system + safe words, some praise, some degradation, restraints, blindfolds, edging, light somnophilia/wake up sex, subtle breeding kink, v sweet aftercare. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: seonghwa x reader

genre: non idol seonghwa, aged up, dom!hwa + sub!reader, smut

word count: 7.9K

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On some level, you know tonight is about letting go, about relinquishing control and trusting him, but you can’t really imagine what it will be like. It’s about trust, trusting the other person to stay within your preset boundaries and take what they want while satisfying you as well. The knowledge that the scene is set, the guardrails are in place, and both parties know when to say stop. This is what leaves you trembling on Seonghwa’s doorstep afraid to ring the bell. Discussing everything in detail is one thing, but doing it is another. He made you feel safe, always, as a friend and as a sometimes-casual lover, but opening yourselves up further was new.

You smooth your hands down the front of your skirt, shifting in your unfamiliar high heels and gripping the leather strap of your bag firmly. He had asked you to look a particular way, and of course you obliged. This is the easy part of the evening, something that still feels within your control and like the play acting you had done with him before. Taking a deep breath, you steady your nerves and ring the doorbell.

It takes a moment, and you bounce a little in your heels anxiously, before you see his shadow in the frosted glass of the window. He swings open the door and gives you a warm smile, “Hello, love,”

Your body melts, anxiety easing away instantly once you’re actually in front of him. “Hey,” you reply.

His eyes flick over you, taking in your attire, “You look perfect,”

“It’s what you wanted?” You ask, smoothing back your hair a bit where it rests in a high sleek ponytail.

He waves you in over the threshold and reaches to take your coat and bag, ready to hang them up on their designated hook by the door, “Exactly what I pictured.”

His low pleased voice sends a chill across your spine. He closes the door behind you, and you take a moment to relax into his space, tidy and organized as always, a pleasant smell of fresh laundry and lavender. When you turn to look at him again you take in his attire, he’s wearing a crisp black suit, perfectly tailored to his long lean lines. A black tie is expertly tied, secured with a silver tie pin to his clean white shirt. His hair, dark black and pushed back lets you really see his face today and admire his slightly sun kissed tan.

He gives you a warm, close-lipped smile and cocks his head to the side, “You seem a bit nervous today,” he observes.

“A little,” you confess, always keeping things honest with him, especially before a scene.

He reaches a handout to you, “Let’s relax for a while, then. Maybe some wine?”

You take his hand and let him lead you into the large, sleek kitchen at the far side of the house. “How has your week been?” he asks, pulling a bottle of red wine off the rack that hangs suspended under the cabinets.

“Busy,” you sigh, leaning against the granite countertop of the island and watching him as he moves through the kitchen to secure some glasses.

“Ah,” he nods, “so a stressful week?”

You nod, his eyes flicking up to see your response while he pours the first glass of wine, turning the bottle with a smooth motion of his wrist to stop the pour at just the right moment.

�� He sets two evenly poured glasses on the counter and slides one a little closer to you. “Let it breathe a moment,” he notes and then continues, “well, hopefully this weekend will help relieve some of your tension.”

You smile, a little blush heating your cheeks, “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

“Have you?” He’s pleased, leaning against the counter with his hip, his eyes studying you.

“I always enjoy seeing you,”

“Mm,” he nods.

“How about you, how was your week?” You shift the conversation away from the innuendo.

“Productive,” he says, “but I’ve been looking forward to this too.”

He takes his wine glass up off the counter and nods towards yours, indicating that you can drink should you want to. You lift the glass eagerly, taking a long sip and letting the sharp warm flavor of the cabernet wash through you. Seonghwa takes the smallest sip, preferring to keep a clear head for any of your interactions, but keeping you comfortable and pretending to drink with you.

“Are there any alterations to what we discussed?” He asks, “Anything you want to take back off the table?”

You shake your head immediately, “No,” your mind flicks back to your week long text message exchange discussing the logistics of this weekend. Which of his fantasies you were going to newly engage with, which of yours. A detailed discussion of positions, props, and a confirmation of your safe words and the rules.

“Good,” he smiles, “that’s good,”

You take another sip of wine, “Seonghwa,”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind me staying the night?” It’s something you had never done before. Typically, the evenings would end, he would spend at least an hour making sure you were comfortable and decompressed from the scene, and then he would clean you up and put you in a paid for taxi. This would be the first time you’re staying.

“It’s fairly essential to our plans for tomorrow,” he laughs.

“I know,” you brush his comment off, “but I know you value your space. I just wanted to ask you before we started if you’re sure about it, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”

He moves to your side, taking your free hand in his and giving you a little squeeze, “I appreciate that, love, but I’m not uncomfortable. I’m going to enjoy having you here all night,”

“Oh,” you can’t help the blush that creeps up again, the effect this man has on you with just a sharp look of his eyes or the touch of his skin.

“It’s better to keep things contained to the scene,” he says, and his voice shifts a little lower into a familiar tone, “but tomorrow is part of that, and I think after months of you being a such a good girl for me, I’d be more than pleased to give you what you want too.”

You swallow tightly, crossing your legs in the seat which does not go unnoticed by him, “Thank you,”

He nods, slow, reaching forward and brushing his delicate fingers along the side of your jaw, your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across the plush skin of your closed lips. You sigh, pleasantly and he leans over you to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

When he pulls back and gives you a few feet of space, you reach for your wine again and watch as he politely takes another minute sip of his.

“When you’re ready,” he lets you know, “we’ll start with something familiar.”

His words from a moment ago have you tense, ready to see where the night goes. Your brain involuntarily flicks through the catalogue of things you’ve agreed on for the weekend and you swallow tightly before nodding, “I am,”

He gives you a final smile, reaching for your now empty wine glass. He pours his out before rinsing out both glasses and leaving them to the side. You know he’ll come down later and scrub them clean, but for now he seems anxious to get started and to not ruin the cuffs of his suit.

“Darling,” he says, his voice dropped into the register he favors for his harder scenes. He dries off his hands on a hand towel and turns fully towards you, “have you broken any rules this week?”

Your stomach drops, an immediate hot flush running through you. You know exactly where he plans to start things now, and you’re suddenly vibrating with anticipation. He makes it easy to lose yourself in these scenarios, and you move out of your chair to stand at the island across from him and meet his eyes, “I have, sir.”

The corner of his lip quirks into a small smile. He sets the hand towel aside neatly and rounds the island, stepping close into your space so that your back is pressed against the lip of the counter. “How many rules?”

“Just one, sir.” It was the important one though, and you know when he hears which one you’ll be in for it.

He reaches out a hand, pressing flush against your lower stomach and pressing down, “Which rule?”

“Self-pleasure, sir.” His hand against the fabric of your tight skirt has you hot already, the feeling possessive, claiming.

He shakes his head, disappointed, “How many times?”

“Just once,”

“What day?” He questions.

“Thursday,”

He clicks his tongue, irritated, “You couldn’t make it one more day? Were you that desperate?”

You nod, your hands gripping the countertop behind you.

“Tell me what you’ve earned, love.” He shifts his hand to cup your hip.

“Ten, sir.” You respond instantly, this dance a familiar one.

“Fifteen,” he shakes his head and when he sees your eyes widen, he smiles, “I’m in a giving mood.”

“Yes, sir.”

He steps away from you, taking you by the wrist and heading towards the stairs. You trail behind him, and he never once looks back to you, simply holds you tight and expecting you to keep pace with him. When you cross the threshold of his familiar bedroom, you blanch. He had prepared.

The bed, which is normally made up and fresh, looking like a hotel, is stripped bare, only the fitted sheet remaining. The rest of the blankets and bedding are folded neatly and stacked in a chair to the side, so you know he intends to make the bed before the night is over. Laid across his side are his plans for the evening, neatly presented and ready for you. Your eyes run across each of them and your body tenses at the unexpected.

Seonghwa doesn’t pause though, he simply takes his seat at the tufted bench at the foot of the bed and looks up at you. He opens his legs wider and taps his knee. This is a favorite of both of yours, something you know well, and you step forwards with every intention of dropping yourself over his knee.

“Wait,” he stops you suddenly and you freeze. He glances over you and reaches out, sliding his fingers under the hem of your skirt and dragging your tight powder blue pencil skirt up and over your hips. It rests up and over them like a cumbersome belt, but it leaves you exposed to him in just the way he likes. He taps his knee again, and you move over him.

You position yourself with your lower stomach and hips across his thigh, resting your chest on the plush mattress facing the head of the bed.

His hand drops, resting warmly on the smooth skin of your ass, palming you firmly and watching your skin redden under his touch. “Count,” he says simply, and before you can manage to say anything, his hand lifts and descends, delivering a harsh slap to your backside.

You jolt, the first hit always a surprise and you stutter out, “One,”

His fingers massage your skin again before he cracks his palm against you again.

“Two,”

By the fifth spank you can feel yourself growing slick and needy. He rests his other hand on the small of your back, stroking you softly, before delivering another blow.

“Six!” The sting rings through your tender skin, goosebumps erupting across you and you’re sure that both of your ass cheeks are red and starting to look a little swollen.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums, “always so attentive.”

Another sharp spank, “Seven,” and another, “eight, eight!”

His hand coasts down the backs of your thighs, squeezing you here too and feeling the way you jerk under his ministrations. After two more you’re panting, used to this being your stopping point, or at least a pause.

“Can you take a little more for me?” He murmurs low.

“Yes, sir,” you answer immediately, coming up on your forearms and bracing yourself.

“So eager,” he hums, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He hooks a finger under the back of your thong and pulls it up, maneuvering the fabric to the side of your wet slit, but he doesn’t touch you yet.

You bite back a plea for him to touch you, knowing it would only make him tease you longer. You dip your head down into the mattress and wait, trembling. He delivers a harsh slap, but instead of massaging the area of his hit, he sinks a finger deep into your wet heat.

You choke out a moan into the bedding, your fingers tightening, finding nothing to really grip onto. He pumps his finger, “Did you forget your words?”

“Eleven!” you cry, straining your hips back to meet the thrusts of his finger even though you know you shouldn’t.

He locks an arm down across your lower back to steady you, removing his finger and delivering two harsh, punishing spanks that elicit a startled yelp, “Settle down,” he directs.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you manage, “twelve, thirteen.”

He gently squeezes you, a little praise in this moment of tenderness before he dips two fingers inside you. Holding you locked against his knee he works his fingers inside you, pressing against the front wall of your channel and fractionally picking up the pace. You groan into the mattress and your fingers flex tighter, but you don’t dare move your hips.

“Two more,” he soothes you, “you can take two more.”

His fingers slide out, his hand comes down, harder than before and springing tears to your eyes.

“Four-fourteen,” you pant.

“And this?” He strikes you again and you shake against him.

“Fifteen, sir,”

“Very good,” his voice softens, and his hand massages your backside gently, sweeping his hand over your reddened skin softly and soothingly. “Come here,” he hooks his hands under you and starts to help you stand up off his knee.

Standing again, your legs tremble, your footing unsure, and he keeps a hand locked on your bare hip. Cool air crosses over your raw skin and you let out a shaky breath.

“You did very well,” he murmurs, reaching around you to locate the zipper of your skirt and open it up fully so he can shift the skirt down and off you now. When the rough fabric passes over your sensitive skin you let out a soft whimper, and he pauses, looking up to your eyes. He reaches up and cups your face softly, silently checking in, and you give him a small nod that he can continue, you’re just fine.

He’s a little more careful removing your skirt, but he finishes sliding it over your legs and helps you step out of it with a hand securing your forearm as he maneuvers you. He draws your hand up his arm to rest on his shoulder, pressing your hand a little so you respond to grip him more firmly to steady yourself. His fingers hook under the edges of your underwear, and he drags them down, lifting the fabric cleanly away from the raw skin of your backside to not irritate you again.

“Now,” he says, “be a good pet and get on your knees.”

You kneel immediately, using your hand on his shoulder to stay steady, but once on your knees with your feet neatly tucked under you, you move your hands to your lap and wait for his instructions. He looks you over for a moment before he repositions himself, sitting now to face you directly and planting a foot on either side of you. You know better than to assume what he wants, so you wait.

Seonghwa reaches out and touches the looped tie at the front of your sheer white blouse, he runs the fabric through his fingers and gives you a soft smile, “Should I unwrap my present?”

Your muscles clench around nothing at his words, “Please,”

“Please what?” his hand stills.

“Please, sir,” you correct yourself.

He tugs downwards and the tie comes free under his hands, parting to reveal the smooth skin of your throat and collarbones. He sighs, nodding to himself. “Hands, please,” he asks and you raise both to him. With nimble fingers he quickly unbuttons the three covered buttons on each wrist and lifts the shirt over your head carefully to toss it aside by your skirt. You’re left in nothing but a powder blue bra, intentionally selected to match the skirt and he hums pleasantly, “Pretty baby,”

You shiver at his words, staring up at him expectantly.

He reaches back and grabs something from the bed before turning to you. In his hands he holds a black blindfold. It looks more like a sleep mask, made to intentionally cover your eyes and obscure your vision from top to bottom to periphery. “Alright,” he says, “put your hands away.”

You tuck your hands under your thighs and sit back down, in this position your fingers are sandwiched between your calves and your thighs, intentionally keeping them unavailable and secured. Seonghwa reaches around you, threading your ponytail through the blindfold before settling it over you, leaving it for now on your forehead so he can continue looking into your eyes. “Tell me your colors, darling. Red,” he prompts you.

“Stop,” you reply.

“Yellow?”

“Slow down.”

“Green?”

“Go, everything’s good,” you nod.

“And if you need me to stop immediately?” He cups your jaw.

“Treasure,” you reply with your agreed upon but never used safe word.

“And if your mouth is full?”

A shiver runs over you, “Tap your thigh,”

“Very good,” he nods, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s all he needs, and the last thing you see is his sharp sparkling eyes, and a smile on his lips, before your world goes completely dark. It’s jarring, being positioned like this and unable to move or anticipate his next steps, but when you hear his belt unhooking, you’re ready.

He shifts forwards, his trousers open now and his cock standing stiff and aching. He places a hand on your face and guides you downwards, prompting you when to open your mouth. His warm soft length slides over your bottom lip, and you eagerly catch it with your tongue to slide him as far back in your mouth as you can. This position on your knees was how you had throat trained, learning to take him inch by inch and suppress your gag reflex, and now he bumps the back of your throat with ease.

With a soft tug against your ponytail, he tells you silently to begin. With slow and deliberate motion, you drag your head back and forth to take him in your mouth. Your tongue is pressed along the bottom of his shaft as you do, applying pressure where you know he wants it and hollowing out your cheeks, sucking him softly. At his first soft groan, you drop your head down and accept him fully, your nose pressed against his pubic bone.

Breathing like this is difficult, and you have to keep yourself even and regulated through your nose. His cock twitches in your mouth and you sputter, moaning softly against him.

He’s not the largest partner you’ve ever had, but he’s certainly the best lover you’ve had and the only one you’ve been able to pace yourself with and take from tip to hilt inside your mouth. You pull up and back again, sinking him in deep and when you go to move again, his hand finds the back of your head and holds you there.

You make a soft noise of surprise around him, and he holds you tighter. Instinct tells your body to push away, pull your hands free and get loose, but you center yourself calmly and breathe slowly through your nose again.

He strokes your hair then, thrusting up into your mouth just a little and you cough slightly, spluttering and struggling with the way he keeps hitting the soft spongy back of your throat and brushing against your epiglottis. He strokes the length of your ponytail, and then wraps your long hair around his fist, tugging you firmly to test the grip on your scalp. You moan around him, pressing your eyes shut despite the blindfold, your body starting to tremble.

“You can do better than this,” he says, his tone dismissive. A challenge.

With practiced motion, you take him, letting his hand in your hair guide your speed but not the intensity of your ministrations. You roll your tongue over him, tease the tip of him, use your lips to apply pressure, suck on him greedily. You speed up, ignoring the way you choke around him, ignoring the sloppy wanton sounds and focus solely on what he wants.

A tight yank on your hair pulls you up and off his cock and you gasp in a deep gulp of air. He slaps you across the cheek and shakes you by the hair, “Not good enough,” he says, his tone sounding firm and final, and he delivers another slap to your cheek.

You’re almost ashamed at the sudden rush of wetness between your thighs and the way your body is shaking with need, and he knows every button of yours to push to make it more intense. “Open,” he commands and you open your mouth wide, your held tilted up for him.

It’s quick, he spits directly into your mouth and delivers another slap to your cheek before maneuvering your head downwards. A desperate whine leaves you, and the mixture of Seonghwa’s spit and your own drips out of your mouth and onto his waiting cock before you can recover. He moves to fuck your throat with abandon now, shifting to stand and pressing you tightly against him, ignoring the soft sounds of you sputtering and choking against him.

You center yourself again, easing your throat open and relaxed, widening your jaw, your nails softly dig into the backs of your thighs, and with one hand in your hair and the other along the side of your face, he loses himself. He’s panting above you, and you know immediately that he’s close. With your eyes tightly locked shut, you focus on the pin pricks of pain where your nails dig in and the throbbing of your desperate clit. He comes suddenly, hot and salty down the back of your throat and he clutches you close to him, your jaw straining painfully and your nose pressed tightly against him.

With a sigh he pulls you free, immediately dropping the grip he had in your hair and letting you settle. You’re gasping, a little cough in your throat, but you relax and let him continue.

You come back to sensation when his fingers gently tip your head upwards, and a cool glass touches your bottom lip. “Here we are,” he murmurs softly, “drink this.”

Cool water washes down your throat, and you take several deep sips before he brings the cup away and says, “That’s my very good girl,”

In a less intense scene you might have responded, you might have begged for him to touch you, or hold you, or fuck you into the floor, but today you know you can’t. You hold your tongue, and you wait. You hear the sound of a zipper again, and belt, and realize he must be redressed now and ready to focus on you.

“Alright,” his voice is now soft closer to your ear, “let’s get you up, hmm?”

His hands slip under you and he lifts you with ease, moving around the edge of the bed to settle you directly in the center. He’s careful with you here, soft and easy, fingertips brushing along your jaw where he slapped you and massaging your scalp where he pulled your hair. He reaches under you to unclasp your bra and draw it down over your arms, casting it aside, and leaving you finally fully bare for him.

“Color?” He says softly, his hand stroking across your stomach.

“Green,” You assure him.

His hand shifts lower, and he cups your cunt in his palm, one finger dipping between your folds and teasing your entrance. “Oh, you are ready for me,” he chuckles and you shudder, willing your body not to jerk and respond too strongly to his ministrations.

He removes his hand, and you feel his weight shift off the bed before he says, “Stay still for me.”

He takes one wrist and extends your arm up, and secures something around you it. You hear him move around the bed and you slowly roll your wrist to test the feeing of it out. It’s more comfortable than you thought it would be, not the stiff leather style cuffs you’ve seen in pornography or the silky fabric you see in softer core, aesthetic scenes. It feels more like layers of thick athletic fabric and you’re grateful it doesn’t pull or pinch at your skin.

He secures the other wrist, leaving your arms up above your head and spread wide. You don’t exactly expect him to secure your legs in the way that he does. You expect a similar loop of fabric around each ankle, but instead he secures you by each thigh just above the knee, a larger and thicker loop of restraint here, holding you fully open and exposed. Nerves bubble up inside you as he checks each of the restraints again and slips a finger gently under the edge of each to ensure they aren’t too tight.

Then things go quiet. You expect him to tease you, to be verbal like he normally is or to shift more dominant and even degrade you, but instead you’re met with quiet. It stretches on and you can’t help but turn your head to the left and right, straining to see if you can hear anything at all.

It’s taking too long, minutes pass, and you’re not even confident at this point that he’s even still in the room with you. You don’t want to break the scene, but you’re nervous now. The absolute lack of visibility and your tight restrained position has you so vulnerable you can barely breathe. “Seonghwa?” You know you shouldn’t address him by name, but the nerves get the better of you.

He doesn’t respond, but suddenly you feel a brush along your inner thigh and you jerk, startled at the sensation of what feels like a fine brush coasting gently up your skin. His voice murmurs, honeyed and soft, “Shh, shh, you’re safe.”

The brush runs up each thigh, across your pubic bone, over your stomach, and repeats. The sensation has you straining, your hips making subtle jerks instinctively, aching to be touched more now that you know he hasn’t left you.

He repeats his pattern again and again, until he shifts, the brush ever so slightly running over your exposed clit. You whine, rolling your head back and gripping the straps of your wrist restraints. He teases you like this for what feels like forever, but he eventually lifts the brush away. “You’re so wet,” he hums pleasantly, “is this all for me?”

You swallow, your throat dry, “Yes, sir.”

“Very good.”

You swallow tightly again but choke out a gasp at the next touch against your inner thighs has you shaking. It takes you a few moments to work it out, with the way that he’s teasing, but you realize quickly he’s traded the brush for a feather and the new sensations have you trembling again.

You want his hands on you, his fingers, his mouth, but you know that once you start begging he’ll make this longer and harder for you. He’s already come, and he’ll stay perfectly in control for as long as he wants to. He takes his time again with the feather, passing it over every inch of your body, focusing special attention to your pebbled nipples and trembling core.

You know he’s done playing when he moves the feather away and you feel his weight descend on the bed between your wrenched open legs. You know he’s going to touch you, but how you can’t predict. Something firm lands directly on your clit and you arch back instinctively, but he keeps in pressed down. You rock your hips slightly, testing the feeling, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval and you stop immediately. At the sudden wave of vibration from the object pressed against you, you can’t help but cry out and jerk up against your restraints.

Seonghwa pushes the vibrator more tightly against your clit and lays a firm hand on one of your open thighs. “Don’t you dare come.”

The sound that leaves you is broken, keening, and you try to back your hips up and away from the vibrator, but he holds you steady and presses it more firmly against your swollen nub. “Please, please,” you manage, panting.

“You’ll come when I tell you and not a second before.” His voice is stern, curt, and runs a shock of pleasure up your spine.

You focus hard, gritting your teeth and laying your head back against the mattress. Your nails dig into your palms, your body trembles, and you do your best to keep things at bay. He circles the vibrator hard against you and you moan out, a breathy wet sob of desperation.

He brings you up, placing you high on the pedestal of your orgasm, and works you there until he’s sure you can’t take another single second. With a pleased tone he commands you, “Come.”

Your body tightens, and you let the feeling crash over you, crying out when you feel two of his fingers push up deep inside you to help push you over the edge. No doubt your words are incoherent, your body shaking uncontrollably.

The vibrator lifts as you start to come down, but his fingers pick up speed. “Again,” he says.

You shake your head, desperate and confused, the heady feeling of your orgasm holding you still, but he’s relentless the way he pushes inside you. His hand stays locked tight to you, sharp thrusts cresting you upwards again, “There we go,” he says as you cry, “again, again.”

You’ve never felt anything like this, a sharp snap inside you that leaves you writhing, your wrists tugging at your restraints and your thighs attempting to snap closed but completely unable. He has you open and ready, and he has no intention of stopping. He’s talking to you, but you can’t hear him through the haze, his fingers slow, and when he’s sure you’ve come twice he slides them out and brushes his hands along your thighs soft and slow.

When you hear the sound of his belt again and the rustle of fabric, your body locks up. You’re still shaking from his hour of slow burn pleasure, and you can barely breathe, nerves igniting at what is coming next.

“Color?” Seonghwa confirms, one hand coming back to rest on your thigh.

You want to keep up, you want to give him exactly what he wants, but the breath is tight in your chest, “Yellow,”

“Alright,” he murmurs, his hands leaving you and you sigh, focused instead of recovering your breath slowly and breathing through the sudden wave of nerves.

He settles down next to you, stretched long by your side, and rests his hand warmly on your stomach, “Deep breaths,” he murmurs.

You follow his lead and as he softly strokes you with his thumb and gives you the time, you start to settle back into yourself. You want so badly to see him, loving the way he takes his time with you and the way he looks at you and your body, but he wanted you like this so badly that you just hope you’re giving him what he needs.

“Color?” he checks again.

“Green,” you nod, “I’m okay,”

He shifts away immediately, settling back between your open legs. “Are you?” He asks again, but his voice has taken back on a hardened edge.

“Yes, sir,”

“Then I have more work to do,” he says, and his hand connects with your clit, rubbing quick circles into your oversensitive nub.

Tears spring to your eyes instantly, and your muscles clench around nothing, your hips rocking up and against his hand, body panting and desperate in an instant. Heat rushes over you and you spasm, pulling again against the taut restraints. As you come up again, he pulls back suddenly and you whine, craning your head up even though you know you won’t be able to see him. His body descends over you, and you feel now that he’s naked and hard against you. His stiff cock connects with your clit and he rolls his hips over you to drag it back and forth, your body shuddering in response.

“Oh God,” you shake your head, “Please, please,”

His hand connects with your jaw, holding you firmly, “Please, who?”

“Sir!” You recover yourself, “Please sir, please I can’t,”

“You can’t?” He mocks, dropping his hips lower.

You’re torn in two, desperate for him inside you and overstimulated enough that you can barely think of him touching you again. His breath fans across your cheek, his teeth nip at your ear and when his voice comes low and harsh, “Is my sweet girl too tired?”

The sound that leaves you is nothing but a stuttering mess and your hips jerk up desperately, pressing the head of his cock against your fluttering hole. He makes a pleased sound in your ear and sinks home, locking your hips tight together and groaning against you now that he’s finally inside you. Your legs try to force themselves shut again, but it does nothing and he responds with a pointed and firm thrust.

“What a mess,” he says, thrusting into you faster, “all laid out for me like this.”

You can’t form thoughts, nothing coherent anyways, the sensation of him dragging perfectly inside you and his pubic bone connecting with your clit on every downwards strike making you arch against him. You’re nothing but a moaning mess, holding onto the wrist restraints in your hands for dear life, and letting him take his fill.

“Did I fuck you dumb, sweet girl?” His hand sinks into your hair and he pulls down again, baring your throat and twisting your position tighter.

Tense sore pleasure knots inside you, tears hot in your eyes, and nothing in the world has ever felt quite like this. His pace above you starts to quicken and you know he can’t be far, but you haven’t found the words to answer him.

He catches one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, just hard enough to shock your brain and have you twisting away from him despite the weight of his body over yours. “I asked you a question,” he growls in your ear, his thrusts turning more forceful.

There’s no chance you’ll be able to answer, and you shake your head, “I can’t,”

He doesn’t respond, just grips your hair and your side tightly in his hands and fucks you faster, his shaky soft groans telling you he’s close. “Where do you want it?” He asks suddenly, his hand against your face again.

“Wh-what?” He’s never asked you before, only told you.

“Where should I come? Tell me,”

You clench around him, the knot tightening and blood rushing to your head, the only thing that connects in your brain is this final need, “Inside, inside, please, please,”

“You didn’t say sir,” He says, firm, and you tumble into another orgasm, the strike of pleasure catching you by surprise. He pulls out of you suddenly and you’re spasming around nothing, and you cry at the sudden change of sensation. “Fuck,” he pants above you and he grips your thigh tightly in his hand before releasing hot across your belly.

In the aftershocks, you’re shaking more than you ever have before, your fingertips slightly numb from their raised position and your legs surely unusable. He’s quiet, and you’re not sure if it’s really over until you feel the damp warm towel against your skin as he cleans you up.

He releases the tie on one of your thighs, then the other, and your legs fall slack against the bed, a deep ache in your hips as you let them straighten out. He releases one wrist, then the other, and your hands drop down above your head. Softly, he slips the blindfold off and comes to sit by your side, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and cups your cheek. When your eyes finally flutter open he smiles, “There you are, darling.”

“Hi,” you manage, weakly.

“You did so beautifully,” he caresses your cheek.

“It was,” you shift your arms and wince, the pins and needles springing up them instantly at the slight shift. His eyes flick upwards to assess and he deftly takes one arm in his hands, massaging soft circles into your flesh to wake it back up and give you some sensation. As he takes the other arm you finish your thought, “was it what you wanted?”

He nods, “it was better than I could have ever imagined,”

His warm words fill you with comfort and you stretch your tired limbs, shifting slightly to rest one hand on his bare thigh and look up at him, “Yeah?”

“You’re perfect,” he leans over you, pressing a warm kiss against your lips, “I wish you could have seen yourself, you looked…”

You blush and he brushes his hands across you, warmly up your back, massaging your thighs, planting kisses along your skin as he does. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

In truth, you’re sore, stiff, and exhausted, but you also feel boneless, sated, and perfectly dazed. “Good,” you settle on.

He smiles again, “Stay here for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

You nod, and watch him go. He pulls a pair of boxers on disappears into the bathroom. You hear the sound of the bathtub filling, and the sound of the shower, and you rest in the center of the bed while he’s gone. You close your eyes, content to rest and stay exactly as you are, but he returns.

When he does, he eases you up into his arms and you open your eyes. He’s freshly showered, his hair wet and pushed back, and he smells clean, his skin soft against yours. He carries you cradled against his chest into the large bathroom and eases you down into the warm water of the tub.

You hiss at the contact of the water against your backside, still sore from earlier, the heat from the water only making it sting, but you know once you’re submerged it will fade. He settles you against one side of the large tub and comes to rest behind you, outside the water, but with his arms looping around you and holding you beneath the warmth.

“Feel better?” He murmurs against your hair.

“Perfect,” you reply, letting your eyes slip closed.

He kisses your temple and rests here with you for a few moments before slowly unwinding his arms, “Take your time, and when you’re ready we’ll get you to bed.”

He’s perfect like this, you think. Kind and gentle, attuned to your needs like the best of lovers should be. He leaves you to your space, knowing that you need time to come out of the headspace of the scene and back to yourself. Easing yourself back, you take stock of how your body feels and slowly wash up. You ease yourself out of the bath once you’re ready, wrapping a fluffy white towel around yourself. You need to take it slow, you realize immediately, your hips are sore and your legs are still a bit shaky, but you can manage.

When you cross the threshold of the bedroom out of the master bathroom suite, Seonghwa jumps up from his position reclining on the now made bed. “You should have called me,” he crosses the room for you.

“I’m okay,” you squeeze his hand, “I promise, just a little tired.”

He still doesn’t listen, and moves with you to your side of the bed, pulling back the covers and then tucking you in once you’re laying down. “There’s water here,” he hands you a glass, “are you hungry at all?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” You take a deep gulp of water and sigh, sleep pulling at you already.

“Alright,” he seems anxious all of a sudden, fussy, and he clicks the lights off except for the opposite bed side table before slipping into bed beside you.

“You’re staying here?” The words leave you before you can stop yourself, surprised. Despite how often you’ve slept together, you’ve never actually spent the night together.

“Would you be comfortable with that?” He asks.

“Of course,” you roll towards him, “you just caught me off guard, but I’d love it if you’d stay.”

He visibly relaxes, sinking back into the pillows and resting a hand on yours, “If you’re here, I’d like to keep you close.”

After the intensity of the night, his words fill you with warmth and you shift closer, “Then come here,” you tug on his arm slightly.

He slides over, wrapping around you, cupping you agains this chest. He runs his fingers through your damp hair and down your back, a repeated comforting pattern, “Can I get you anything else?”

You shake your head against him, “Just hold me awhile,”

“I’m not going anywhere,” his voice, low and soft eases you.

It doesn’t take long for your body to melt into the covers, feeling more spent than you’ve ever felt before, Seonghwa’s steady arms around you and solid heartbeat against your cheek.

When you wake it happens slowly, and it takes you a while for your mind to catch up and understand the sensations you’re feeling. When your brain does connect, it’s to the realization that Seonghwa’s fingers are inside you, pumping slowly and massaging your clit softly to spark your wet arousal.

Pleasure ripples up your spine and you softly moan, stretching your hips down slightly and curling into the pillow under your cheek. You don’t open your eyes quite yet, intoxicated by the sensation of him touching you.

His fingers slide out, and he softly raises one of your legs, opening you up and gently letting you stretch onto your back. His hands drift across your skin gently, running slowly from your breasts down your stomach, across your thighs and dipping back to slowly tease you, ease you open and pliant with practiced circles with the pads of his fingers against your nub.

You keep your eyes closed despite the soft pants that leave you, the needy shifts of your hips. You wanted him to take you like this, you always had.

You feel as he descends over you, gently opening your legs wider, lifting one of your legs up to your side to fold you into a press position. His cock sinks into you smoothly, your body slick and ready for him, but the sudden sensation of being filled has you moaning in earnest, and your eyes snap open. “Hwa,” you groan, but he claps a hand over your mouth and holds your face to the pillow below you.

You let out a startled squeak, but he keeps his hand locked in place over your mouth as he starts to thrust into you. He shushes you, “Go back to sleep baby,”

Pleasure knots deep in your belly at his words, but you play along, shaking your head against his palm and blinking up at him.

“Sleep,” he directs softly again, his voice almost a whisper in the dark room, “I just need you for a minute,”

Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a muffled moan against his palm. He keeps up his pace, and you feel your body clenching around him already. When you groan, your eyes flying open again, he presses his hand harder against your lips.

“Shh,” he hushes you, “just rest and let me fill you up, sweet girl.”

Your hands fist themselves in the sheets below you and you moan again. He drops down a little lower, pressing kisses to your temple as he fucks you, and he keeps murmuring against your skin, “I’ll give you what you need,”

The feeling of him is warm and hard, rhythmically stroking you in the perfect spot at a deliciously slow and steady pace. He whispers more, promises in the hollow of your ear, but you crash over the edge into your orgasm when he says, “I’ll fill you up every night sweet girl, every night until it sticks.”

You grip onto him suddenly, holding him tight to you as your body spasms and jerks against him, pleasure washing over you and sending sparks of heat down your limbs. He follows you quickly, thrusting into your fluttering muscles and spilling himself deep inside you, locking your hips together when he starts to come and just rocking his hips tightly against yours.

“That’s a good girl,” his hand slips away from your mouth, and he peppers kisses across your face.

You feel utterly boneless and pliant, and you groan when he pulls out of you and shifts to spoon you again, holding your slick body against his. He dips his fingers between your legs though, and presses inside you with two fingers, kissing your shoulder. With his opposite hand he wraps around you starts to gently massage your clit again, heat spreading fast across you.

“There we go,” he nuzzles you softly, “we’ll keep this right where it belongs,”

Your head drops back against him, and you let him work you quickly up over into another soft and shuddering orgasm, your body weightless now against him. He keeps his fingers inside you for just a few moments longer, and then slips out of you, kissing your shoulder repeatedly and stroking you gently. He murmurs soft to you, “How’s my girl?”

“So good,” you sigh, cuddling back against him.

“Is that what you wanted, love?” He asks, massaging your hip gently.

You nod, sated and ready again for more sleep.

“Good,” he holds you close, “I don’t know about you, but I think we could try that again.”

“Mm,” you nod and sigh, “anytime.”

He chuckles, “And last night?”

“Definitely,” you assure him, squeezing one of his forearms that wraps around you, “I think I liked it,”

“Did you?” He pulls the covers up over you higher.

“A lot,” you admit, and he all but purrs in satisfaction behind you. “Did you like this?”

“Very much,” he sweeps a hand low over your belly and spreads his fingers wide to cup you gently, “possibly too much.”

Seonghwa sighs behind you, and you can feel him relaxing against your back, spent from the evening before and this early morning, and you softly hiss the available patch of skin on the arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Let’s sleep then,”

“Mm,” he agrees, then says, “can I wake you up again?”

“Anytime,” you smile, “you can have me anytime.”

“Then sleep,” his deep warm voice murmurs, “you’ll need your rest for next time.”

#seonghwa #this is absolutely the hottest thing I’ve ever read in my entire life #all my kinks wrapped into one fic #truly a present #oh lord this is def gonna be one I read again

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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blacklist }} p.sh (masterlist)

❥ summary: because when you fuck with park seonghwa, you get blacklist

❥ pairing: park seonghwa x reader

❥ status: ongoing

❥ genre: badboy!seonghwa, fuckboy!seonghwa, enemies2lovers, social media, romance, fluff i guess?, smut eventually, etc.

❥ current word count: 11k

❥ a/n: guess who finally decided to show lol. I know I neglected her but by popularish demand, she's finally coming. fr this time. I have another ongoing series so this one isn't going to be as long. I'm talking like maybe five parts top!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter One

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter Two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter Three

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter Four

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter Five

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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Stop!!! Not you ending this on a cliff hanger I’m sick!!!!!! Also FUCK Seonghwa!! He’s a whole asshole and for what?? He needs to hear a bit of harsh truth bc no one’s ever put him in his place but I just wanna know wtf he could put on the blacklist that would be so bad ooooo I’m excited for the next chapter

blacklist (2) }} p.sh (m)

chapter two ♡ previous chapter ♡ series masterlist

❥ summary: you just never learn your lessons, do you?

❥ pairing: park seonghwa x reader

❥ word count: 6.4k

❥ warning: cursing, lots of sexual implications, smoking, drinking, misogynistic undertones, non consensual kiss (like once), girlie throwing hands, don't be like seonghwa and the dipshits ty, cringey dialogues im sorry that just comes with my stories <3

❥ a/n: tbh, rereading part one, i really don't like the way I wrote it lmao. but it issss what it issss. also, can y'all guess the drama that initially inspired the concept of a blacklist? :P answer at the bottom lmao. deep apology if i forgot to tag anyone! lmk!

So, it probably isn't very smart to ignore Park Seonghwa; son of the Chief Executive Officer, campus heartthrob, and the same person who blacklisted you a couple weeks ago.

But surprisingly, it worked.

He stopped trying to message you, and your days on campus are usually spent with Sumi in peace while the both of you tackle assignments together and carry on normal tasks.

All as if you had never even pissed Park Seonghwa off. Like you didn't just get blacklisted, dragged into a dirty closet and engaged in some dull conversation with the irritating and bothersome, daddy's boy.

But, that should've been the first sign. The first warning like a creeping gut feeling that it isn't over just yet.

That all those long, uncanny, and suspiciously quiet period in between, was just that Park Seonghwa could map out his next scheme to get under your skin and drive you to insanity, because of course, you ignored him.

Why did you think he'd let you get away with it?

Although a part of you is a little taken aback, maybe even a tad shock, you can't say it isn't warranted when surprise surprise, you go to find Sumi in the Library--at the usual spot, and catches the horrendeous sight of Seonghwa's arm thrown around her shoulders when you get closer, chatting away like he's known her since birth.

You think you rolled your eyes all the way to the back of your head.

When he takes notice of you, the biggest, most punch-inducing smirk crosses his lips, having to hold back from showing the amount of gratification he derives from the repulsive expression on you.

"Well hey there, Y/n." He even waves, but you can't help but to think he's mocking you.

Sumi looks up wide-eyed, swallowing the lump in her throat as a wave of anxiety takes over when you can see Seonghwa's grip on her tightening.

"I was just keeping your friend company," He says, so smugly.

Having to reframe from kicking him in the shin right then, only sighing as you go to pry Seonghwa's hold off her.

"My friend," You pull Sumi up, immediately shielding her behind, "doesn't need company. Especially from someone like you." Your tone is so unfriendly, it's almost entertaining to Seonghwa, but still, you've only just been here for not more than a couple minutes and already so hostile toward him.

He chuckles, standing up, hovering and making you feel so small.

"Someone like me?" He quirks an eyebrow, anticipating exactly what kind of absurd things you're going to say this time.

"Yes," You answer bluntly. "Someone like you. Why the fuck are you here?" Crossing your arms as you stare at him. Even though you're so much smaller, the attitude coupled with how unmoved you are, makes up for it.

Again, he smirks, gaze sneaking behind you to land on Sumi's timid eyes before it travels back to your cold ones.

"Fun. But unfortunately, Princess, I'm not here for you."

You laugh, unconvinced. "In the study area of the Library? Don't tell me you're actually here to pick up a book or that you care enough to salvage your grades. Just go tell your daddy, isn't that what you've been doing?"

Seonghwa has to keep from showing he's just a little ticked off from your comment, although he was expecting such thing, you still always somehow manage to one-up it and piss him off even more. But he can't show that. So he only smiles.

"Actually, I'm here for your friend." He gestures his head in Sumi's direction, earning the most puzzled reaction from you, much to his satisfaction.

"I was just about to ask her out on a date." He smiles again, but you know it's all but genuine.

"You're shitting me," You mutter, turning back to glance at your friend who looks like she wants nothing but out of whatever this is between you and Seonghwa... for rightful reasons.

"She said no," You deadpan.

Seonghwa chuckles. "You didn't even let her answer."

"She's my best friend, I know what she's going to say," You bite back immediately, leaving no room for hesitation.

He has to reframe from smirking again upon the bold response, taking just a light step forward.

"Do you usually make all decisions for your friend?" He cocks his head, now crossing his arms as well, "Do you also happen to pick what she eats when you guys go out? Tell her what she can or can't wear? I thought that was only something her mom does."

You roll your eyes at the blatant mockery--just Park Seonghwa starting to show his true color.

"What about you?" You challenge, not frightened in the slightest although you know you should be, "Do you usually mess with anyone who doesn't put up with your shit? Go out of your way to seek them and make their life hell just because you can't handle a little criticism? That sounds awfully a lot like something my ten year old brother would do."

And if there's something consistent about you, is that you never learn your lessons.

There's a ray in his eyes you can't quite pinpoint what is, but only that it darkens as he stiffens in his position, disregarding your words and attention moving back to your friend.

"So?" He asks, avoiding the way you're peering at him right now.

Only tapping your foot onto the ground as you await impatiently, so sure that there's no way your friend is going to agree. But when a quiet "Mhmm." flies past your ear, along with the tiniest nod from her, you have to defer from losing your shit.

"Sumi..." You whisper through your fuming breath, still trying to keep the volume down as if you guys haven't been receiving stares through this whole debacle.

When switching over to Seonghwa and that stupid smirk surfaces again, it takes everything in you to keep calm and hold back from going off on a tangent.

"Awesome," He replies, the confident stance ridiculing you, "I'll see you then, Sumi."

He smiles, but before he can really make his exit of the day, he turns to you one more time, "And maybe I'll see you around too, Kitty." He winks and you've never felt so violent before in your life.

"No way, she really said that?" Wooyoung repeats in amusement, taking another inhale of his cigarette.

"Yeah." Seonghwa snickers, reminiscing the conversation, using the wall the four boys are currently leaning against to extinguish his own cig and throwing it to a nearby trashcan.

"Shit, I think I got a hard-on just from hearing about it," San adds, tongue poking inside his cheek.

The boys laugh, Jongho slapping San's shoulder.

"Someone has a little degradation kink doesn't he," The younger boy comments, shaking his head and lightly chuckling.

"No, I mean, San has a point," Seonghwa jumps in, hands shoved into his leather jacket. "Only if she put that mouth to use in another way though."

The group of boys erupts in another round of laughter again.

"Damn right," Wooyoung says, "I'd hit it, only if she wasn't such a bitch for no reason."

"That's the best part, although I still don't really get it," San chimed, smoking his cig one last time before putting it out and tossing it in the same direction of the bin.

"Like, it was just some stupid career fair, and then later, she ignored you as well, even after everything. Must really be asking for that dick," He continues, earning chuckles.

"Girls like that act hard-to-get, but once they get a taste of the D, they're goners," Wooyoung speaks again; a buzz in the pocket of his pant going off.

"Speaking of goners." He licks his lips at the new text message he just received, "I have to go." He smirks, thrusting the device back in as he lays off the wall. The rest of the boys fully aware of where their friend is heading to.

"Wrap it before you tap it!" Jongho yells, about somewhat the only responsible one in the group despite being the youngest.

"Yeah yeah!" Wooyoung waves in the air, disappearing off into the distance.

This time, you're in the Library, but with Hongjoong. Since today is Sumi's 'date' with Seonghwa.

Usually, your study sessions with Hongjoong are filled with quiet laughter, teasing one another whenever you'd get a problem wrong, and subtle, shy flirting that triggers butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

But currently, you can't even focus on him or the soft spoken words he's been spewing for the past hour, and that's a very very rare occasion.

Because you're way too anxious right now, wondering what the hell is going down between Seonghwa and your friend. What exactly kind of shit Park Seonghwa is going to try to pull, and thinking about him laying even one dirty fuckboy finger on her gets you seeing red. A red that doesn't go unnoticed by the boy next to you who's been studying your every moves.

"Sumi, this is ridiculous. You don't have to do it," You tell your friend, voice on the brink of cracking because you're legit about to lose your mind.

"I know... but, I want to," She answers, shifting to you after carefully adjusting today's outfit in the mirror.

There's a couple seconds of silence paired with the clock ticking inside your brain on what to say next, because there's no way your Sumi just said she wants to go on this stupid date with the even stupider Park Seonghwa.

"I won't let you," You state, stern and serious.

Her chest deflates as she puffs out a defeated sigh. "I'll be fine, Y/n. Don't worry about it."

"But you know he's just doing all of this because of what happened." Not because he's interested in her, you don't want to say that although it holds some truth. Your friend is way too good for him anyways.

"I know, but... maybe I might be able to talk him out of leaving you alone," She mutters. And you can almost feel your heart breaking in your chest at such genuine motive from your friend who's too pure for this world. A world that's packed with evils.

Evils like Park Seonghwa who doesn't deserve a drop of your friend's kindness or pure intentions.

"Hey..." Hongjoong reaches out, placing his hand over yours, "You okay?"

The sudden warmth knocks you back to reality, turning to him with a scowl.

"I'm... worried about Sumi," You mumble.

Hongjoong's lips tug into a comforting smile, tapping your hand slightly with the hold he has.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. She'd want you to trust her," He assures.

You sigh, following with a frown. "I trust her, it's just... I don't trust Seonghwa. This is all just an obvious scheme to get back at me because I completely ghosted him and didn't play into his dumb game."

Hongjoong raises an eyebrow. You've spilled some about this Sumi and Seonghwa date, but it's a first he's hearing about this exchange between you and Seonghwa.

You don't even catch it yourself, head occupied by the unknown, but Hongjoong just quickly dismisses it, shaking the thoughts off. It's really not his business to know everything that goes on in your life, he has to remind himself.

"Maybe you can call or send a text to check up, if you're worried," He suggests.

You shake your head. "I promised her I wouldn't be too suffocating this time."

Hongjoong chuckles, removing his palm from yours and back to the table, both of his hands intertwining on the wooden piece.

"The asshole plays dirty, but how much can he do to a sweet and kind girl? Sumi got this," He attempts to cheer you up.

And although you want to believe in what Hongjoong just said--wishing that's the case, you also know your best friend all too well. You also unfortunately happen to know Seonghwa, and that he's very much capable of ruining sweet, kind, and innocent girls--all of which, your friend is one.

The next day, a series of weird events begins occurring.

One, there are seemingly more whispers around you, along with more snooping eyes. The last time this was a thing was when you ended up on Seonghwa's Blacklist.

Two, you're currently in the Library on a Friday afternoon with Hongjoong.

Three, it's weird because you're usually always with Sumi on this day.

And Four, Sumi hasn't been answering any of your texts or calls, and didn't show for classes today at all.

"I'm going to go look for her in the dorm," You finally announce, after pledging to not be too suffocating, and that you'll wait if she'll eventually show, but to no luck.

Plus, the additional attention that you're receiving is making your skin crawls--only more reasons for you to get the fuck out.

"I'll come with," Hongjoong chips in.

You only nod before getting out of your seat with him following behind, about to make your exit when Yunho suddenly comes around the corner.

His body language when his gaze falls upon you and Hongjoong, tells you you aren't going to like what is to come.

"Hey," Yunho greets, tone lower than usual, "Did you guys see the video?" He asks with a worrisome expression. One that gives you palpitation and makes your stomach sink.

Both of you only throws him a perplexed look, although there's a more distraught touch to yours.

You watch him pull his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, screen lighting up his features to open up something, before turning the display to you guys.

"I follow a few students' blogs and like to check every now and then. When I went to the website, I saw this was trending," He enlightens while the video buffers.

And when it finally plays, you can feel the blood in your veins rushing throughout your whole body as it fills you with rage. Hands balling into a fist, knuckles cracking, and biting at your lower bottom because if you don't, you won't be responsible for what atrocious things can leave your mouth at the moment.

Like a light bulb going off in your head, all pieces of the puzzle coming together to form the big picture you've been trying to figure out all day--finally getting an answer.

All former whispers and passing comments now ringing a sound more clearly than ever. The sound that typically goes off when someone comes to a realization, almost satirical at this point given all the clues.

"Did she really think he'd show?" You heard fits of giggles behind you.

"I know right? That's so fucking embarrassing," The other girl comments, covering her mouth with her hand as she delivers another chuckle.

"If I were her, I wouldn't even have the face to show up to school after. Seriously, I can't even imagine."

"Hey uh... Y/n, I know you're mad, but--" Hongjoong tries, seeing how you looked like you were going to combust in the midst of the clip, but is interrupted.

"--I'm going to cut his fucking dick off," You mumble through the harsh breathing.

Hongjoong's and Yunho's head soars up to lock glance with each other, a small smile threatening to crack on the both of them, despite the dead serious situation.

"What about your friend?" Yunho asks.

"I'm going to go comfort her and make sure she's okay," You declare, already brushing past Yunho as you head to your friend's dorm, "And then, I'll cut his fucking dick off."

"I should've just listened to you, I'm sorry," Sumi manages to get out in between the crying on your shoulder. "I mean, why did I think I was going to be able to talk some sense into him, or even get him to listen."

She sits up again to wipe at the dried tears. "Although, my biggest mistake was thinking he'd even show up at all."

You grimace at your friend's dejected state, shaking your head and going to place a hand on her shoulder.

"It's not your fault," You console, knowing that telling her "I told you so" is the worst possible thing for her to be hearing right now. "He's just a little bitch that needs to be taught a lesson. Never apologize for trying to see the best in someone and for trying to do what's right."

Hongjoong awkwardly clears his throat, adding, "I guess it was also wrong of me then, to say you shouldn't have been so worried. Seems like assholes that plays dirty doesn't make an exception to anyone."

You shift to look at him. "No really, they don't."

"Fucking hate people like that. Doing shit they know they can get away with just because they won't be punished for it," Hongjoong continues, starting to sound as pissed off as you are.

You nod. "Exactly. Because everyone's been sucking his dick and holding his hand for the entirety of his life. But once someone object, he gets butthurt because he's not the one in power anymore. That stupid Blacklist is just retaliation for the punch to his fragile ego."

Before Hongjoong can respond, Sumi cuts in, "It's fine."

All three of you--the third still being Yunho who has been silently taking in the conversations, turning to stare at her.

"I really don't want to make it bigger than it already is. There's probably nothing we can do about it anyways. In a couple weeks, it won't matter anymore, and I'll just be one of the few people who got on his bad radar, until he finds a new victim again."

The loss of courage in her voice squeezes at your heart, hands warmly wrapping around hers as you proclaim with sympathy, "That's exactly why it matters, Sumi. If we don't do something, or at least say something, he'll continue doing this. Because he thinks he's fucking bad and shit."

"Oop, looks like he and his homeboys are going to be throwing a house party tomorrow," Yunho discloses the new discovery, continuing to scroll through his phone for more details upon the finding.

Your head perks to Hongjoong, blinking as your lips draw into an enticing smile. "Any volunteers?"

When the five of you arrived at the party, in contrary to the nice exterior and expensive property, the inside smells of sweats, body odors, and cheap drinks--your feet already tempting to make a u-turn and dip the fuck out.

Parties in general are already lame, but a frat party with horny college students held by Park Seonghwa and the dipshits? Somebody knock you out of your misery.

But you have to remind yourself, that you're doing it for your best friend, plus, Hongjoong and his friends were nice enough to accompany you.

"12 'o clock," Wooyoung mutters, nudging San as he takes another shot of his red cup.

San looks up and his gaze lands on the newly arrived group standing in the middle, looking absolutely out of scene in comparison to the herds of drunken bodies.

"Are these all the guys you managed to hired? I'm afraid you didn't do a very good job of picking, Princess." Wooyoung's voice appears out of thin air as he and San stands tall in front of you guys, both with a smug look on their faces.

You scoff in annoyance. "And you guys are the ones Seonghwa kept in charge?"

Wooyoung laughs. "That's us."

"Tragic," You mumble, "But, I'm here to to see your friend."

San chuckles. "Of course you are. Hate to break it to you though, Princess. But there's a long line ahead, so go wait your turn like a good girl." He smirks.

The suggestive tone has you rolling your eyes, countering, "Unfortunately for your friend, I'm not feeling like acquiring STD tonight. Just here to talk."

You grab Hongjoong's hand, who also happens to be standing next to you. "Let's go, Joong."

"Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang, if you guys don't mind keeping Tweedledum and Tweedledee company, we'll be right back," Hongjoong request before you drag him off, pushing past Wooyoung and San, much to their displeasure.

"So..." Mingi hums, tapping his foot.

Wooyoung quirks an eyebrow. "Bet I can take on all three of you. Blindfolded and all, too."

San shoots to his friend, waves of concerns washing over before he nervously chucks out a laugh. "He's kidding. He's drunk as shit right now. He'll get his ass beat."

Because as much as San likes to talk shit, he'll admit that the three men standing in front of him right now--two who are much taller than he is, and another, who's very bulky in build, are intimidating him just a little.

Wooyoung's face distorts, pushing at San's chest. "No, I can take it! Let's fucking go!"

San shakes his head, having to grab his friend to calm him down, because if there's one thing he knows about Wooyoung, is that he can never fucking take it, and is definitely going to get jumped.

"Asshole, you're really asking for it, huh?" He hauls Wooyoung by the wrist, pulling him elsewhere, in an attempt to save his friend from possibly getting a black eye and broken bones, again.

The remaining three just watching the situation in amusement, laughing it off.

You don't know how it happened; if it was the speed you were going at, or the tight crowd that caused you to lose Hongjoong along the way.

But you've been navigating around the obnoxious house for the last five minutes by yourself, trying to locate the very person you're looking for, to no avail.

That is, until you find yourself in some poorly lit hallway, brimming with sexual tensions of pairs, who may or may not be couples, shoving tongues down each other's throats and hands roaming all over the other's body.

Someone's even butt naked, and another girl has her tits out.

When your eyes travels and it recognizes a familiar black-styled hair with a stature that sends you into a sickly state, you knew you have found your person; the fucked out daddy's boy who's of no difference to anyone in this room. One hand at his victim's waist and the other groping her breast as he devours her mouth like some fucking starved animal.

Of course, any other area he could've been at, and why are you not surprise he's here?

You stand there for some modest seconds, watching the duo suck each other off like they're human vacuums, until you clear your throat--loud enough for the two to pull away.

When the blur from the kiss absolves and he's able to make out it's you, the same 'ole signature smirk creeps upon the corner of his lips.

Leaning into the ear of the poor girl he was mouth fucking not too long ago, and whispering something, she quickly delivers you a glance after, although a pouty and hostile one, before she puffs out an irritated scoff and walks away.

"I figured you'd show." He places one arm to the wall as he leans against it, eyes piercing into yours.

You do a fake chuckle, following with an even faker smile. "Well, I never disappoint, do I?"

He shifts in his position to face forward, but head tuning to still look at you, ushering, "No, you really don't." Once again, closing it out with that smirk that's starting to morph into the natural shape of his lips because he's done it so often.

"Look, I need to talk to you." You don't waste any time in trying to make your point; also not wanting to spare him any minutes to be so pompous about you showing.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but we are talking," He states the obvious.

"Somewhere private." You sound almost demanding, a blank but serious expression on you as it coats your entire face.

"Well, why didn't you say so?"

Amongst the lessons that you never seem to learn; one of them letting Park Seonghwa haul you into some closed space, only this time, it's not some stinky janitor closet, but a bedroom with awfully suspicious lightings that makes the goosebumps on your skin rise.

The stench of cleaning equipment mixed with dirty chemicals of the previous setting you two were last alone in, now replaced with a faint, but bothersome enough, smell of body fluid and sex.

"It smells like ass up in here," You comment, having barely entered but the unpleasant scent already sparing you no mercy.

Seonghwa rumbles out a deep chuckle. "Of course. Somebody just got their ass ate right before we came in."

You gawk at him wide-eyed, but shaking the thought off immediately. You didn't actually mean that literally, but honestly, good for that person.

He's standing tall in front of you, and it's probably the way the light reflects on his features from this angle, that you allow yourself to take in how terribly attractive the man standing in front of you is--how terribly attractive he's always been.

How, it's not exactly a mystery how he's able to string along so many hearts and conjured up one too many tears, built like he jumped straight out of some manhwa.

Handsome, not in the way that it brings about a soft, tender feeling whenever you look at him because he's too pretty as he delivers warm smiles. And although pretty he definitely is---warm, soft, or tender, all of which he is not.

But, handsome nevertheless; in an alarming, siren blaring kind of way. The type that one glance is all that is needed, to know why you should stay the fuck away, yet somehow find yourself crawling back. A smile that isn't heart fluttering, but one that will hit you with a wave of arousal; cunning, charming, and tragically alluring.

And if it wasn't for the knowledge you happen to hold about him, knowing the same man takes pleasure in the misery of others and has no basic distinction between right and wrong, there's a chance he would've had you fooled, too--with such curving, straight brows, and a gaze that seems to peer into your soul when he stares at you, much like he's doing right now as the thick tension eats up the air.

A thick tension that only intensifies when you blurt out the following trail of words, "Why did you have to humiliate my friend and made it a show for the whole campus?" You cross your arms, tone and posture completely shifting, no longer playing to whatever pretense playful gestures there was before.

But honestly, how come you keep asking him why, as if you don't already know the answer. Why? Because he's an asshole, and he because he can.

Seonghwa's amused at the sudden switch-up, but going on to reply with a shrug of his shoulders, "Because why not?"

You did a lot of self prep before coming here, already knowing it in your gut that whatever happens tonight, he's going to say something that will piss you the fuck off and that's a guarantee. And of course, he does exactly that. And although you should've been prepared, you didn't think it'd piss you off this bad, but your cold, squinting eyes boring into his is the result.

You also had promised yourself that you'll try to take it in a slow, calming fashion--usually the best kind when you're trying to speak any sense into someone, but all is seemingly forgotten the second his body language is just so unbothered like this is some kind of inconvenience, although it probably is to him.

And having to remind yourself this is Seonghwa you're talking to, that any attempt to speak sense into him, will go in one ear and out the other. So, stripping all filters and addressing the elephant in the room, you finally mutter through the quiet breeze, "You're fucking pathetic, Park Seonghwa."

If there's one thing that at least you and him are on board with, is that you both knew the other is going to hit a nerve regardless. In Seonghwa's case, he expected, but didn't think it'd come this soon.

When his tongue pokes slightly inside his cheek and he's scoffing out an irritated sigh, you know there's no going back.

"Me?" His voice in disbelief. "No. You know who's fucking pathetic? You and your little group of friends who thinks you guys are tough shit. Low hanging fruits who doesn't know their places. So you should be glad this is all I did to your friend as retaliation. Take it as a reminder so the next time around, you'll know where the fuck you stand."

You laugh in his face, much to his confusion. He's unbelievable.

"More pathetic than you and your group of friends?" You raise an eyebrow, taunting his blooming anger. "Tell me, pretty boy. What do you and the rest of the dipshits do in passing time? Besides wetting your dicks all day, letting your parents pick up after your mess, and acting like complete fucking fools, Hmm?"

You continue, "You know, at least me and my group of friends has a purpose in our daily lives. We don't have the luxury of fucking up whenever we want because we actually have to take responsibilities for our own actions. And it's no one's fault that they happen to come from a well off family, we don't get to pick and choose, I understand. It's your fault though, when you choose to abuse that fact and use it to look down on others; that's when I have a problem."

He doesn't say anything. He either doesn't know what to say, or there's too many responses to choose from, but the veins busting out of his forehead is evident. Because it's not true. It's not fucking true what you are saying. All of it--false. And who the fuck are you to say all of that? You don't know jackshit about him or his life.

Before he can strike back, you take the chance again to throw it all in his face since that's already what you've been doing--might as well beat the injured horse in one go.

"Me and my friends may be losers, but you want to know why someone like Sumi or Hongjoong will always be better than you and your dumb group of friends?" You tilt your head to the side lightly as you look into his rage-fueled eyes from below. "Because they have morality, a foreign concept to someone like you. They don't fuck over people for fun and they don't shit on everyone else just because they can."

Of all things you said so far--all of which indeed hit a nerve within him in different places, although he would never admit to it, something about that phrase is the cherry on top like a final blow.

Someone like him? What the fuck do you mean. Ever since the first time you said it, he's been trying to decipher it at the back of his mind. He's convinced himself it doesn't bother him, but upon hearing it leave your mouth again, it hits something in his ego that he just can't pinpoint what is.

"Someone like me?" He repeats, a sinister character overtaking as he inches in on you to close the distance. You feel a lump in your throat, taking steps to counter the movement, until your back hits something hard, flinching when he traps you in between with one of his arm planted to the slick, white wall--the oh so familiar smirk making its way onto his face and cocking his head.

"Tell me, Kitty. What about someone like me? Hmm?" A smug look writing his expression, thumb going to caress the side of your lips, but you eventually slapping his hand away and pushing at his chest, a low chuckle leaving him when you do.

"Yes. Someone like you," You utter with the mock confidence, all you have to show for, because if you didn't, all those speeches would've been for nothing.

And this time, you're the one closing in on the space, such act that takes you by surprise as well. "Someone who thinks the world revolves around him. Selfish, narcissistic, and doesn't have an ounce of empathy for anyone. Acts all bad and shit, but is just a fucking daddy's boy--"

You're cut short when Seonghwa swiftly goes to cup your face and pulls you in firmly for a sloppy kiss, your body going into shock and squirming under his touch.

When he attempts to intrude your inside with his tongue, you harshly tug at his wrists to break from the forced contact, gawking at him like you've just seen a ghost--a tear almost threatening to show.

His lips move to say something, but you don't hear it; only the sound of your palm against his cheek as you deliver a vile slap.

"Fuck you," You say with your hitched breathing, tone so nasty, even more than before.

He only scoffs out a smirk, gaze shifting back to you as he tenders the wounded area. "That's what you wanted all along right? All this tough girl act just so you can make an impression on me? Because you so badly want to stand out from the others, isn't that right? I fucking gave it to you--"

"--Shut the fuck up," You cut, on the brink of going crazy. "I didn't do all of this so I can get laid by some limp dick. I did it because I fucking hate you. Don't you get it? I hate you. And I hate your equally stupid group of friends. Get this through your thick head, Park Seonghwa: I will never, ever, fucking like you. Even if you were the last guy on earth, I'd throw myself off a cliff."

The slight ache on Seonghwa's face is nothing compared to the anger boiling inside him; all sorts of emotions running wild because of such cold, stabbing words. Words that aren't exactly foreign to his ears, but foreign in the way you said it--he's never heard someone spew such thing in such a hateful manner before.

There's an uncomfortable silence, before you're cracking out an insincere chuckle and shaking your head. "When I first heard of the list, I never understood how someone could derive pleasure from such thing, or even need it in the first place." You pause. "But, the more I got to know about you, and the more I talk to you, I think I'm starting to get a better understanding."

His eyes lasering at yours, gaze icy and anticipating what you're going to say. Because what? What is it that you figured out about this time?

"You can't stand it when you're not the one in power. And most of all, you can't handle it when someone who you believe is lower than you, fights back. Because that's what it is, huh? You think of everyone as below you and that they should just succumb to your orders. You made the list to keep people in check, right? All those who dare opposes you and your ways of running things. Sometimes you do it just because you can--to insert dominance. Because they should learn their places, just like what you said before."

The smirk that used to make it home on Seonghwa's features, now transferring over to yours; this time, he's the one just standing in shock while your harsh revelation hits a spot he didn't even know was there.

"But guess what, Park Seonghwa? The world doesn't revolve about you, and not everyone is going to want to be your little dummies. So fuck you, fuck your friends, and fuck that stupid blacklist. All three of you can go suck a big, fat cock for all I care."

You don't allow him time to reply because you don't want to hear it. Avoiding how he's peering in on you with the hot temperature leaving his body, and just pushing past him to head for the door.

Part of you wanting to leave because you've already done your duty--said what you wanted to say. Another, being that you're afraid of how he's going to retaliate.

When you're midway to your exit, the door suddenly burst open, and comes a sight that puts your heart to rest; a sight complete opposite to the one standing behind you that brings out the urge to fight.

This one gives you a feeling of safety and security, like you're home.

"You okay, Y/n?" Hongjoong asks, eyes filled with concerns, one hand still on the handle as his gaze skips over to the boy behind you.

You nod, feet quickly moving to him. "I'm fine. Let's go." You immediately pry his hand off the piece, dragging him away from whatever mess you just created--or rather more accurately, whatever mess you've made worse.

Because you just knew. Knew in the core of your gut, that you've really done it this time.

There really shouldn't be any reasons for you to be this tense. You broke the hard truth to him; spilt all that needed to be said and you don't regret a single thing.

But, there's a queasy, sickening feeling that's been sitting in the pit of your stomach ever since. Like that gut feeling you've had before all coming back because you just knew.

When you received an abundance of texts from Sumi, and another from Hongjoong, it's like all that you've ever predicted falling right in front of your eyes as they come to life.

Because there it is, like you're having deja vu; Your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You're officially blacklisted... once again.

And as you scroll through the block of texts within the post, you can hear your heart beating alarmingly inside your chest.

No more mentions of you smelling, or the nasty food combos you probably like--all traces of silly slanders now gone, and it's like you regret ever saying you want to see him try if he's going to blacklist you.

Third, and final lesson amongst the ones that you never seem to learn: don't fuck with Park Seonghwa.

Because this time, he has some real shit to say.

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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Stop. I really did just tear up over this oh my goodness. It’s just so freaking sweet and adorable and honestly I love it

he knows he loves you (j.yh)

anon asks: the first 'i love you' imagine with yunho

a/n: absolutely! please enjoy this absolute fluff

genre: pure cotton candy fluff

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none, just fluff. first time 'i love you’, fem!reader, sweet boy!yunho, protective!mingi

The first time he realizes he loves you it’s not a surprise.

He had a feeling all along that you were going to be it for him, and you just kept proving him right. When it hits him, you’re standing in the dorm kitchen helping Wooyoung make ramen and slapping Mingi’s hand away from getting an early taste. He just knows. He leans against the kitchen island and watches with amusement when Mingi sulks away, not even a single noodle for his charms. You turn to Yunho, and see his eyes are sparkling – a laugh bubbling up in him.

“What?” You ask, narrowing your eyes, “you don’t get any early either just because we’re dating.”

It only makes him laugh harder and there’s nothing but the word love to describe how wholly he feels about you, but he doesn’t say it then, only throws his hands up in mock surrender, “All right, all right, I’ll be patient.”

He watches as you grin and turn your attention back to adding spring onions to the pot of boiling water. He waits to tell you, but he knows.

He waits, but now it’s been weeks since he first realized. He’s been planning for the right time and place, but with his grueling schedule it’s hard to find the time with you that is consistent and planned. Very often you’re connecting over text or with video calls, squeezing in in person visits where possible when the members are home for a night instead of touring or late-night shooting for their upcoming comeback. In his mind he’s planned date days – buying you an overflow of flowers, taking you to a fancy dinner, planning a weekend getaway just the two of you. In the end, he blurts it out at you over dinner in front of everyone.

All eight of them were home late after a day of shooting, physically exhausted and starting to wear thin after the grind of sixteen-hour days. While they had been working late, Yunho only having a few spare moments to shoot you one or two texts the entire day, you had let yourself into the dorm with a spare key and gotten to work. The boys kept the place exceptionally tidy, but a little extra love and care would go far on a day like today. You knew this was their ninth day in a row without much of a break, and they had to be reaching their point of physical and mental exhaustion. Yunho had told you comebacks would be like this, with their endless promotion cycles, but this was the first time you’d experienced it firsthand.

By the time you hear the cars pulling into the back garage, you had just about finished setting the table. The timing was perfect, the last of the meat coming off the grill and the side dishes still hot. The front door opened, and they filed in. It was a rare sight to see all eight of them so quiet, their fatigue palpable.

“Come eat!” You announce, surprising them.

“Ah y/n!” San cheers, “you are a star,”

“Is that beef?” You hear Mingi exclaim.

“Kimchi fried rice!” Wooyoung collapses into a chair and reaches immediately for a plate.

Yunho finds you and pulls the two serving dishes out of your hands, trying his best to help despite his obvious exhaustion. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he sighs, but you can see the relief on his face.

“I know, I wanted to,” you gesture for him and everyone to sit, “you’ve been working yourselves ragged, and not getting any home cooked meals or help around here. You all deserve a night off.”

Hongjoong smiles warmly, “Thank you y/n,”

“Of course,”

Everyone tucks into their meals, and you watch as the stress starts to melt off them. Feeding all eight of them was always a challenge, they were ravenous and energetic, and you always ended up cooking double and triple portions just to have enough. As the meal draws to a close, you drop your next surprise. “Okay, everyone, quick announcement.”

A chorus of shushing circles the table and everyone focuses on you.

“What’s up?” San asks, a dumpling still tucked in his cheek.

“I have a few more surprises,” you say, and they look on in anticipation, “there’s a surprise dessert in the fridge, and you all have freshly cleaned bedding so you can get some sound sleep tonight.” Everyone exclaims, and you catch Yunho smiling warmly at you. “Better yet, I intercepted a call from one of your managers earlier. Sounds like your early wake up call has been cancelled; your day start got pushed back to 2pm so enjoy sleeping in!”

There are genuine cheers, and as Jongho starts to ask what’s for dessert, the just words slip out of him, no stopping in sight. “God, I love you,” Yunho grins at you from across the table.

The table quiets and the boys swivel their heads to him. He realizes what he’s just said, and a blush creeps up his neck.

“I,” you can barely form a coherent thought. He loves you.

Mingi rescues you, clapping a hand down on his best friend’s shoulder and leaning in close to you from across the table. There’s mirth in his eyes, but he says, “I think this would be a good time to ask you what your intentions are with my best friend.”

The nerves dissipate in an instant, the table laughs, and it finally sinks in that in front of everyone, Yunho just told you that he loves you. Yunho looks about as nervous as you’ve ever seen him, and you tear your eyes from his to fix on Mingi. “You and I both know I love him,” you respond simply to Mingi’s question.

San makes a low noise of excitement and shakes Yunho by the shoulder.

You turn to Yunho and his eyes are alight, he looks about ready to burst at the seams, and he says, “Finally, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for ages,”

The table bursts into delighted hoots, Wooyoung the first of several to pull you in for a hug and playfully threaten you if you so much as harm a hair on the resident gold retriever’s head. When you finally manage to make it to Yunho himself, he pulls you aside and laces a hand softly in your hair. Stooping low he kisses your cheek and murmurs in your ear, “I love you,”

You squeeze his hand and murmur that you love him too, before he lifts you into a hug, burying his face into your neck with a contented sigh. He kisses your temple, still holding you suspended in his arms, “Thank you for taking care of me, of us,” he whispers against your hair.

“You were right about comebacks,” you tell him, and he sets you gently back down on your feet, “it’s hard and I miss you all the time,”

“I know,” he squeezes your hands in his.

“I just want to be here however I can,” you tell him, “I love you so much,”

His eyes are soft, shining in the dim light of the dining room. He reaches out, pulling you against him softly and capturing your lips with his. He cups your face, his warmth radiating into you, his lips soft and firm against yours.

The moment breaks when you hear Mingi exclaim, “She got cake!”

“Hey!” you pull back from Yunho and crane around him, “that’s to share, Mingi!”

Yunho laughs, kissing your forehead and humming contentedly, “You fit with us so well,”

“Then you’ll have to keep me around,” you prod him gently in the ribs.

“I’ll have to,” he smiles down at you, playfully brushing a knuckle against your chin, before taking your hand and pulling you forwards into the kitchen, back in the middle of it all.

a/n: this is one that i had posted on my old blog, but wanted to make sure it got posted here too. <3

#yunho #my heart is so soft for this

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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[8:25]

pairing: dom!yunho x dom!jongho x sub!fem reader

content: fingering, size training, dom/sub themes, slight impact play…yunho is a mean hard dom and jongho is very sweet to you in contrast :(

warnings: smut! (minors dni)

taglist: @jin-neck-shaft

a/n: reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

Keep reading

#absolutely make a part two #and please tag me in it #i absolutely love the yunho and Jongho x reader fics #they’re fucking amazing #and this #this is also #fucking amazing

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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don’t fuck me like that, fuck me like this!

— how skz reacts when you attempt to take control

— cw! female reader, gross sappy pet names bc the boys are saps duh, pissed off minho, pussy eating!! (han), edging & handjob (seungminnie), spit kink & jealously (I.N)

— I didn’t proofread, ignore typos? ^^

CHAN

Gosh, he just thinks you’re the cutest in the entire world. The way you can barely straddle him to the bed, the slight tremble in your legs at experimenting. You’re too easy for him to read

“What’s your next move?” He ponders aloud, eyebrows furrowed with a giant smirk on his face, twirling the side bow of your panties with his index finger. “What’re you going to do to me?”

Rendering you speechless, the boldness you had a few moments ago has vanished, shying away from his gaze and keeping your palms planted on his chest. Your bottom lip trembled in embarrassment, you ran your mouth only to fail at backing it up

“It’s okay,” Chan’s big arms wrap around your waist, sitting up to meet you halfway and shower your heated cheeks with his kisses. A thumb slipped your panties to the side and soon you were full, so full, so incredibly full of him. “Leave it to me, beautiful. You just sit there and behave.”

Chan fucked the butterflies out of your stomach, all of your muscles soothed with his cock, the hellacious rhythm of being fucked with raw strength leaving you dizzy. He was so so good at taking care of you

rest of the members under cut <3

LEE KNOW

Just as you had expected, he was dead silent. Maybe trying something new while he was irritated wasn’t the best idea, but what was he gonna do? Deny the opportunity to pound out his worries?

The buttons of his dress shirt came off one by one, your eyes never leaving his, pussy throbbing against the rough fabric of his jeans as you sat on his thigh. “What do you think you’re doing?” He mused, eyebrow raised and gaze darker than the atmosphere his bad mood has created

“Are you stupid?” You bit back with a playful smile, sliding slowly off of his knee to feel the friction against your clit, only to drop down to your knees in front of him. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued, and he’d also be lying if he said that this wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever done to him

Jeans unzipped and boxers pulled to the middle of his thighs, his cock rested in your hand, warm to the touch and flushed to the naked eye. A scoff startled you, causing you to jump and realize that you had been staring, fierce eyes glaring up at your boyfriend

Scoff turned to groan once he was sucked into your mouth, your cheeks hollowed to accommodate his girth. He always tasted so good, you could feel your panties getting soiled just at the taste and weight of his dick in your mouth. This was going to be a long night

CHANGBIN

Princess gets what she wants in Changbin’s book. Who is he to say no? He wasn’t evil, he couldn’t refuse especially when you used your puppy eyes on him. That’s why he was so quick to answer when you had asked him if you could try something new this time around

Here he was, hands bound behind his back, arms flexed just right due to the unusual angle. His plump bottom lip was tucked behind his teeth as he watched you strip yourself of your clothes, purposely leaving your thigh high socks on just because he loves them so so much. “You’re gorgeous, you know?”

Always such a sweet talker, you could only thank him for the compliment, sliding until you were sat on his lap. “You think so, Binnie?” Your smile was so sweet, eyes sparkling up at him as you massaged his exposed tip with your dripping pussy lips

“Mm… ‘course I do,” he wishes he could massage your sides with his large hands, worship your body with the fragile touches he loves to offer. But for now, he can work with this, he can let you have your fun until you finally realize no one can do it like he can. Not even you

It didn’t take long, he had spoiled you so much that you weren’t physically prepared for how tiring riding his cock could be. He noticed the way you slowed down, chest heaving, your cunt teasing him by staying still and tightening around him. “Let me take over, princess,” he murmurs in your ear, knowing that you needed it just as much as he did

HYUNJIN

You are so sexy in his eyes. This is so sexy, the way you started backing yourself up on his dick as soon as he slowed his hips to catch his breath. Your ass slapped against his pelvis, his eyes twinkling with love and lust at the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock, using him like a toy

“I’m gonna cum!” You groaned loudly into the sheets, your hands reaching behind you, frantically searching for Hyunjin’s as you did all of the work. He allowed you, quickly capturing your hands in his to help guide you through your high. “Harder, go harder!”

He could cum to your desperate begging alone, you were just driving him crazy tonight. His hand planted itself on the curve of your back, forcing you down into an arch so he could angle his pounds just right, fucking you through your orgasm and making you sob into the bedsheets

“Like that? Huh?” His balls clapped against your clit at the rate he was going, pumping in and out of you mercilessly, his eyes rolling back as he watched your cum slowly coat its way down his cock

You nodded frantically, your grip on Hyunjin’s hands tightening, tongue lolling out of your mouth in time with his thrusts. Although you put up a good fight, nothing could compare to the way he fucked you. The effort was both welcomed and appreciated, but ultimately, you’re bound to be left as a braindead baby by the end of the night

HAN

Jisung could see your true intentions from miles away, catching on quickly when you initiated a rather intense kiss. Usually, he was the kisser, guiding your lips with his own and sucking your tongue into his mouth when he wanted to let you know that he was ready to fuck. But no, this time you were biting his lips, sliding your tongue against his teeth

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked breathlessly as soon as you broke away, chest rising and falling, gathering the air that you hungrily sucked out of him. You played dumb, shaking your head as an answer, dancing your fingertips underneath his shirt. “I know what you want, I’ll even play along if you want, baby.”

Your sweet Jisung, words couldn’t explain the amount of love you had for him. He made it so easy to fall for him, so easy to get riled up over him, so easy to crave him at all hours of the day

Taking him up on his offer, you ask him to drop to his knees, allowing yourself to fall back onto the comforter and get to work at peeling your panties off. He did as he was told, eyeing up the juices spilling out of your cunt. “Cmon…” you tug him closer by his hair, threading your fingers through the soft locks once he finally kisses your clit

He got to work with a pleasant smile on his face, slurping up your ecstasy and finding amusement in the way your dominant exterior crumbled to pieces at the feeling of his tongue. You were his needy baby and he’d take care of you under whatever terms you desired

FELIX

He knew it was over for him once you pinned him to the wall as soon as you got through the door, his heel kicking it closed, hands too preoccupied with attaching themselves to your waist. “Hey,” he murmurs with bruised lips, shiny with your saliva, shivering at the feeling of your eager pecks hitting his sensitive neck. “Slow down, yeah?”

No, you were not going to slow down. He had looked too good all evening, his extroverted personality leaving him to create conversations with every single person at the gathering you two attended. He couldn’t tell how frustrated you were? Even after you dropped hints, stroking his thigh and feeling up his arms the entire time?

“I wanted you so bad,” your fingers worked overtime, unbuckling his belt at record speed, leaving his pants to work on getting your own clothes off. “So bad, Lix, you didn’t even notice.”

His heart swelled watching you take what you wanted, lips sealed shut and heart practically beating out of his chest. “Sorry angel, had no idea,” he moaned out once you finally slipped him past your walls, welcoming him with your dripping pussy, showing him just how bad you were talking. “Fuck… it won’t happen again, ‘kay? It won’t, just move, please.”

As much as you wanted to punish him for his ignorant behavior, you wanted to selfishly cum all over his dick even more. He saw white as you finally started moving your hips, thanking you endlessly for showing him mercy

SEUNGMIN

“Why are you being like this?” Seungmin panted, cheeks all rosy because of the hot atmosphere. You had been holding off on letting him cum, hands slowing on his spit-covered cock everytime his jaw clenched and his hips stuttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

This was the first time you had tried to edge him, and maybe it was a little mean to not let him in on the plan despite agreeing to try it out weeks ago. He genuinely thought you were mad at him and you found it so adorable, how could you stop here? No, you needed to hear more of his bitchy groans, more of his hisses, more of his desperate cries

“Not at all,” you smiled up at him, the slick sounds of your wrist starting up again making his stomach turn, eyelids fluttering shut as he was overwhelmed with the desire to cum. “Just think you look so pretty like this.”

God, he just wanted to ruin you in this moment. He was there, you were building him up so high just to knock him back down and kill the moment repeatedly. He was so sensitive, so close to crying, he could taste his orgasm yet you weren’t allowing another bite

“Please? Fuck, I’ll do anything for you, please just let me cum,” he whimpered, pleaded even. This had been fun but now that the tension was heavy, you wanted to see how hot he sounded once you finally gave him the satisfaction he was searching for. “Yes, yes, yes!” He shuddered violently as your hand kept pumping, his cream dripping down your fist

JEONGIN

That foxy smile never left, even when you had pushed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him and pushing his hoodie past his head. He was enjoying this, sucking the skin of his cheek in and biting it at the view of you grinding your pretty pussy down on his bulge

“You’re so scary like this,” he teases, leaning up to kiss your chin and giggling when you push him back down, faint anger burning in your eyes. You were too hot, he was excited to see what was next. “You gonna slap me around now? That’s so fucking hot, baby.”

Ignoring his comments, you swipe his bottom lip with your thumb, signaling that you wanted it open. “I’m so mad at you, Innie…” you trailed off, resisting the urge to follow through with his thoughts and slap him across the face. “Open the fuck up.”

Doing as he was told, he stuck his tongue out, shaking at the lewd sound of your spit landing on his tongue. You watched your saliva mix with his, you watched your territory become marked. “Why do you let her flirt with you shamelessly in front of me?” You spat again, not giving him a chance to answer, jealousy consuming you whole

“If you don’t like her, she’ll be gone before you know it,” he insinuates having the staff fire her, because he knew deep down you were right. The new makeup artist was a little too friendly with not only him but the rest of the boys as well, but he also has to admit that he’s thankful to her for bringing out this side of you. “I promise.”

#skz #ayyye #this was hot as fuck

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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coin flip。(m)

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader genre: established relationship, smut/pwp word count: 4.2k summary: in which you and your bestie play a game of ‘fuck around and find out.’

alternatively; ‘heads’ you sub, ‘tails’ Seonghwa subs — but either way, everyone wins.

→ smut warnings under the cut

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#seonghwa #excuse me #this was hot as fuck #I didn’t know that I needed a sub hwa so bad #but like damn #this really ticked all the boxes #and the thought off the aftermath???#please #jehskabfoand

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stop this was so good. It was captivating and interesting and written so well it makes me wonder what could possibly happen next. It feels like he’s been infected by some sort of evil that’ll ultimately make him more powerful than her but idk hdjsnfkajd this is so good!!

toxin | psh

pairing: historian!seonghwa x (fem) goddess!reader.

wc: 9.4k

genre: meet-ugly. angst. suggestive. magic au. god/goddess au.

summary: having fallen victim to a rather bizzare betrayal by a colleague, seonghwa finds himself in an even more bizarre situation. that being the unexpected success of their summoning ritual that leaves him subject to the will of a fertility goddess, as well as his own intemperate desire.

warnings: cults and cult activities, character death, religious tones (although any relation to a real religion is strictly coincidental, this is entirely made up), guns and violence, blood, mild gore, elements of mind control, heavy making out, aphrodisiac of sorts (?), generally dominant and submissive tones.

a/n: that’s.. a lot more warnings than i originally intended there to be. lmao oops. maybe i’m a tad insane for this, but if you’re also insane and prepared for a wild ride, strap in and enjoy. twas inspired by the ponzonya mv by purple kiss.

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), fingering, oral (f. receiving), exhibitism, porn with somewhat of a plot, dirty talk, strip teasing, mentions of stripping, slight orgasm control, dom!Minho, slight!brat reader, friends to lovers, read is oblivious to how Minho feels

Synopsis: After a night of truth or dare, Minho decides to let his feelings be known to you, despite keeping a cool exterior and having little time to spend with you after.

A/N: It’s been a long time since I wrote for Minho and I thought this was the perfect time too. Again I am too lazy to proofread but please enough :)

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#some good fucking food!!!!#I was on the prowl for some GOOD minho smut and you literally never disappoint El #this was so hot #oof!#lee know #Minho

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dandyboyseungminnie · 3 years ago

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Excuse me it is 4 am in the morning and I am SOBBING over this beautiful piece of work like holy fuck!!! I was absolutely enthralled all the way through even when I got sleepy (and trust me I am sleepy) I still kept reading because I just had to finish it tonight and I’m so fucking glad I did like holy shit. The way you describe the setting, the characters, the emotion it’s unbelievable, it’s like reading a book!!! A full on published book!!! And also!!! The whole premise of the story was just amazing and it felt so fulfilling to have the mc achieve her dreams in the end while Hyunjin was supportive the entire time. Oh and I’ve gotta talk about the pacing, it was fucking PERFECT like so fucking good, from start to end it didn’t drag on unnecessarily, everything had its place and fit where it needed to and the payoff pin the end was so rewarding I mean damn. You are so talented. I am begging you to PLEASE never stop writing, you are truly such a talent.

the duke and i | m ; f

“The Duke of Hastings can show you much more than what you write of.”

oneshot | bridgerton! au | f2l! au | 32.3k words

s u m m a r y >> wishing to be a successful writer in the regency period seemed next to impossible for the sole daughter of a dead earl. with arising pressures from your mother to tie the knot, you turn to your dearest friend, hwang hyunjin, duke of hastings and the most eligible, scandalous bachelor of the season, for assistance. when he suggests the insane of idea of marrying each other to help each other, you agree to the proposal, unaware of how much the duke can teach you of the wonders of matrimony.

w a r n i n g s >> noble! reader, duke! hyunjin, hyunjin is a fucking rake, reader is a fucking nerd, also really really innocent, hyunjin is sosososo hot, a lot of teasing, foul language too, endearments, sexual tension, kissing, making out, corruption kink!!!!! corruption! fucking! kink! oral (f. receiving) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe hoemies!!) orgasming on multiple occasions, there is fluff i promise, yes there is angst, also seungmin cameo of him being a drunk fool, and slight references to regency poets and writers here and there

p l a y l i s t >> here!

t a g l i s t >> @fivefootfuryanon @h0eforhyunjin16 @seoulicitae @linoscult @aliceu @hwangi @shipsaremything98 @babyyynatty @kabira @danyxthirstae01 @sunseokkies @lunefilm @severetimetravelnerd @minaamhh @starry–koo @ninjaleeknow @hyunjeonnies @inlovewithasa @titleisyettobemade @maedesculpaeusoubi @fleeingreality @healinghyunjin

a u t h o r ’ s n o t e >> help i am back from the dead to finally give you bridgerton! hyunjin!! big apologies for taking so long, and i hope you enjoy this whopper :’) thank you for the constant support, and hope you won’t miss me too much while i’m gone ;)

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YOU TURNED THE PAGE OF YOUR BOOK AS YOUR MOTHER REPEATED THE RULES FOR THE TWENTIETH TIME THAT EVENING.

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#hyunjin #lmao yup I’m still CRYING #i fucking love long fics!!!!?#so great omg

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The way that I cried while reading this. I’m in tears, absolutely sobbing, crushed beyond belief but in the best way because it ended so perfectly but also I’m so sad it ended at all. Damn you’re a great writer, the way that you set up all the scenes and how easily it was to visualize what was going on like what the fuck you’re so good!!! I’m still crying oh god

feel like losing control

jeong yunho x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, childhood best friends x lovers

warnings: alcohol, partying, brief verbal fight, miscommunication, dirty talk, suggestive situations, slight body worship, fingering, sex, cumming inside, good old missionary vanilla sex, reader is kinda melodramatic as always <3, no protection, gender neutral reader

word count: 11,3k

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“I’ve never seen you try this hard, you know.” you break the silence in the room, dropping your pen down onto the cluttered notebook resting on Yunhos bed.

From where you lay on his bed, atop his unmade sheets, and surrounded by your heap of books, you can only see the profile of his back. Yunhos head rests in his hand, hunched over the desk to fit uncomfortably, even though you’ve bugged him a thousand times to raise the legs of his desk to protect his back (“No need,” he’d said, “It builds character.”). He’ll flop down on the bed later and ask you to massage him, predictably, and you’ll spew yet another reminder to get off his ass and get the toolbox out, but it’s a weak argument when you’ll yet again happily take place on the back of his thighs and relieve him of the pain. It’s just a fact of life, just like anything else.

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Stop the personality in this is so funny I actually laughed out loud a couple of times, also love triangles??? Love it. Enemies to lovers trope? LOVE IT, idk if you’re making this a series but please add me to the tag list if you are I wanna see more of their relationship dynamic bc it’s super entertaining

blacklist }} p.sh (m)

>>summary: you're usually a good girl. you stay out of trouble, do your own shit, and mind your own goddamn business. but when you're suddenly blacklisted by Park Seonghwa, all of that is quickly forgotten

>>pairing: park seonghwa x reader

>>genre: enemies2lovers hints idek. fluff kind of, badboy seonghwa, use of social media, etc

>>word count: 5.3k

>>warning: oc's potty mouth, lots of cursing, half of ateez are assholes, invasion of privacy, blackmailing but not really blackmailing, suggestive remarks, let me know if there's more. also not really smutty. just some mature topics.

Park Seonghwa; he's nothing but some guy who happens to be blessed in the looks department, with an access to daddy's credit cards. Boooring. But everyone around here seems to listen to his words--his opinions, like it's the gospel.

For fucking why? You don't know, you're still trying to figure it out yourself, but believe it when you say it's ridiculous.

You've been staring at the computer screen for legit 20 minutes now, still unable to process everything--just as baffled as you were when you first opened up the page: Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. And there you are, your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You can't believe it... you're officially blacklisted.

You'd be lying if you were to say you weren't warned. No, you just didn't think it'd actually happen--that he'd actually do it. Over something so petty, too!

It was maybe a little over a week ago, when you and your friend were lining up for the annual career fair. You know, an opportunity--a chance, to talk one-on-one with an actual representative from a company or any sort of working field so you can get somewhat of a jumpstart, just so you didn't feel like you're wasting your college experience away. Anyways! Everything was going good, until Seonghwa and his group of dipshits, you mean his friends, showed up and literally sucked the life out of everything and everyone there.

The line was so fucking long, you would've thought people were getting paid to be here, but no. Apparently, many other students felt the same exact way you do, and so the event ended up being a clusterfuck. You and Sumi stood in line for almost two hours already, so close to finally securing a booth, until Seonghwa and the shitheads suddenly cut in front of you guys.

Of course, had it been any other times, you would've let it slide. You're usually not one to pick a fight, and the last thing you want to do, is mess with Park Seonghwa: the campus's heartthrob and apparently everyone's favorite--a mystery that will go unsolved. But you've had a long day. You just managed to cram two exams in one night, you were walking on an hour of sleep, and you just waited in line for what felt like years, and now daddy's boy over here thinks he could just waddle his way into the front of the line and you'd say nothing? No, fuck that.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder--he also happened to be the closest one to you. But he barely even swiped you a look. No... like literally. He checked behind for like a second and continued on the chatter with his boys like you're a fly; an inconvenience. You cleared your throat as he obviously did not get the message, but second chance's a charm, right?

You repeated your previous action, but this time your tap holding more power, yet it didn't even faze him. Even worse, he didn't even deliver at least a glance. And just as you were about to lose your patience--as if you had any left, Sumi tugged at your arm and gave you that look. That look as in, "I know you're about to pop off, but please reconsider".

Like you said, you think you're a pretty good student and daughter overall. You try to stay out of trouble, you do shit as they're supposed to be done, and mind your own business for the most part. And frankly, you were not even looking for a fight. They cut in front of you and your friend disrespectfully, and you just wanted to tell them it's not okay. Sumi understood this, but she also knew that you can be overly self-righteous, morally determined, and always feeling like you have to do the right thing; save the day. And especially when someone pushes your buttons, all these sides of you starts coming out from hiding.

"Excuse me, but me and my friend were here first. We've been waiting for quite a while, so we'd appreciate it if you guys didn't--" You liked to act tough, but now that all four of the boys have officially turned their attention to you, it felt like you have been backed into a corner. Their stares lingering and piercing with animosity.

"Aww, Hwa... what should we do?" Wooyoung playfully nudged the older boy, delivering his remark with a tone that made you want to lounge forward and slap the smirk off his annoying face. Jung Wooyoung. The name anyone with a vagina on campus would probably know, because he is a walking red flag in itself. His dick has a need of its own that has to be fulfilled every couple hours. You're not sure how it hasn't fallen off by now, but you have better things to worry about than his limp sausage.

Wooyoung's comment caused an even bigger, punch-inducing grin plastered so clearly on Seonghwa's face. Like he's thinking: finally, some good shit.

"We got a tough one, ay?" He raised an eyebrow at you, quite literally trying to work up your nerves, and it's working. Better yet, it's multiplied when you see the same stupid grin on all the boys like it's contagious.

"I don't want to argue, I just don't think it's nice, cutting in front of all these people who have been here before you guys." The accent in your voice is genuine and innocent enough, yet the audacity you had to even cause such a scene in the first place, sparked a little interest in Park Seonghwa; the fascination to see how far he can really push your buttons.

Wooyoung was about to say something again like he always does, but is stopped in place when the older boy placed a hand in front of him, signaling him not to. "It's fine, Woo. We can go to the back of the line. Kitty and her friend here probably needs the experience more than we do."

His snide remark caused slight chuckles to erupt from the group of friends; two in the back: San and Jongho, high-fiving each other. These bitches have the mental capacities of a ten year old, TOPS!

You knew you should be offended at Seonghwa's allusion to you and Sumi being some kind of charity case, and you are! But the nickname in reference to you, is just as insulting. Kitty? That's jail! No, actually, you think it'd sound cute, if it was coming from anybody else but Seonghwa and his friends. Like if it came from Hongjoong, the really cute and nice guy who's in the same major as you. You guys would occasionally share greetings, and bid goodbyes like you won't see each other ever again, only to run into him in your 8 a.m. class the next day. But you and your crush on Kim Hongjoong, is another topic for another day.

Sumi was just cowering behind you the whole time, watching the shitshow unfold in front of her, yet too terrified to say anything to back her own best friend up. Not that you'd ever fault her, or be upset, because you understood your own friend's timid-ness. You found it endearing, and that's what you're here for; to coddle and protect her when she's too afraid to do it herself.

"Excuse me?" Was all you could get out. Because how in the fuck do you even reply to that.

Seonghwa scoffed, and his friends followed with more giggles. What is this? Middle school?

"Let me guess..." He suddenly took a step forward, trying to close the space between the both of you. Retreat, retreat! "Broke college student surviving on ramen each day with no luck in landing a job yet? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Hate to break it to you, Kitty, but life doesn't work like that."

As if he knows how life works! Because that's exactly how things usually play out at events like this. But then again, it's Park Seonghwa. He's probably never even been to a career fair before, let alone even heard of the word. Well... this is your first time too, but you sure as hell knew what the fuck it means at least. You're willing to bet he barely grasped the definition of the word as soon as he stepped foot into the area.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. He's dumber than you thought, and your expectations were very low to begin with. "And why are you here?" You taunted, closing up whatever amount of space was still left. You saw the way Seonghwa cocked his head, gaze biting deep into your own, and anticipating whatever you were going to say next.

"Let me guess..." Your wordplay and delivery mirroring exactly the way his did before. "Daddy cancelled your credit cards and told you to get a real job? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Because your parents pulled the plug, and now poor little Seonghwa have to look after himself?"

An inaudible gasp escaped one of the boys' mouth. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you knew for sure it happened. Seonghwa's brows pinched in, his expression unreadable and you hated how it made you felt uneasy--even though you still said what you said. But the several increments of silence after your response is broken by the devil himself.

"Uhhh... interesting." That was the only thing he said, but you could've swore you saw a more menacing reaction like a smirk, maybe even a smile. The feeling in your stomach turning inside out, hard to not feel intimidated or regretful of your decisions--fearful of the consequences, as unapologetic as you were.

Seonghwa had never thought you'd have as much bites as you do. He's ran into you on campus a couple times--even shared some classes with you in the past, but you were always so quiet, always so reserved, always so boring. Didn't think you'd have a mouth like that. Could've fooled him. But now, he wants to know more about what other things your mouth could do. And he makes it his mission to find out.

He saw the potential in your eyes, the way you didn't even spare it a second thought getting all up in his face just to prove a point. It activated something in him, and his body acknowledged the attraction, the core of his manhood throbbing a little. There's many things--a lot actually, that gets Park Seonghwa harder than a piece of steel, but he never thought a girl with some edge spewing insults in his face, would give him the same amount of gratification. And he thought he just might have to dig a little deeper into this newfound interest.

"I smell?!" You yell out, talking to the thin air in your room that's starting to become heated, probably from how much red you're seeing right now as you're scrolling through Seonghwa's post.

He's so full of shit, you think to yourself.

All of these things he's outed about you are borderline ridiculous. Not to mention, very untrue! Like he pulled all these facts out his ass and ran with it. No, actually, you're pretty sure he sat there and made all these crap up in a span of a few minutes from how low effort everything is. From his attempts to slander you, to even the extra explanations at the bottom that just quotes in a tiny font: "She just looks like she smells."

If he's going to drag you, you at least want to see him try. Not blacklist you for reasons like how you look like you smell, or how you're probably the type to put the milk in before the cereal. What in the fuck? And even if it's true, whatever you do with your food is your own goddamn choice.

But in all seriousness, you know Seonghwa can say some heavy shit if he wants to. You've seen it first-hand, and you've seen it with others who ended up exactly where you are now. You can't even really be angry, you're more just... amazed at how dumb it is. How petty, actually.

Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. The name and title is ominous, because well, to be blacklisted is to be ostracized. But really, it's just a list of a bunch of people on campus he's had a less than pleasant experience with. The whole concept is just an excuse for him to talk mad shit about anyone who poses as a threat to his already bruised ego.

Sounds harmless enough, except, you know some people who listens and clutch onto this man's words like he's the head of a cult. You knew one girl from your Information Systems class last semester; Jin Jooyeon who accidentally spilled water on one of Seonghwa's minion, Jongho, and got blacklisted just for that. Gossips and news spread like wildfire and the girl left the classroom the next day in tears. You felt so bad, you almost went to the head of the University and filed a freaking complaint. But that was until Sumi enlightened you that it wasn't going to do shit.

Seonghwa's dad is the chief executive and would probably do anything to cover his ass, so your letter in caps and a big red font will just end up being another email directed to the spam folder.

You're not much of an expert about what even goes around campus. You'd much rather spare your energy for what happens outside school hours. Like what game should you play this weekend, what TV show is on your next to-binge list after you're finished with assignments, or what should your latest blog post be about. So your knowledge of such thing is very much only a couple months old. But ever since, it's like you've stepped into a pattern of bad omens. It's absolutely unreal just how much you know about Seonghwa and his side characters now.

The next few minutes is spent browsing the remaining of his post, rolling your eyes every couple words here and there because you can't believe some people really eat this shit up. Nothing even remotely worthy of your time; most of it sounding like some middle schooler in their rebellious phase could've wrote this. Until you get to the last bullet point that really takes everything in your body and will to not get up from your chair and march all the way to your University's office just to ask for Seonghwa's address so you can go find him and shove a ten foot pole down his throat.

It's a bunch of pictures of you completely off guard and completely unsuspecting, just going on about your day. You know Seonghwa plays dirty, but you didn't think he'd play this low. He never took shots of any other students before. Did he fucking sent people to follow you around? Shit, someone could probably even be lurking inside your room right now. It makes you feel uneasy, your head twitching and turning, scanning the room as if somebody in disguise would finally magically reveal itself after you catching sight of nothing or no one--in your one room open space dorm; bed, kitchen and everything in the same area.

Okay, he's fucking with you at this point. But you're pretty sure taking pictures of somebody unauthorized is invasion of privacy. Is it illegal? That's debatable. But it definitely should be, as evidenced by how the patience you've been trying to hold in, is starting to break down and you're about to go into batshit mode. So you scroll back to the top of the post, not even bothering to read the comments (you don't need any further reasons to justify homicide) and hovering over the menus displayed; Home, Photos, About Me--ahhhh, there it is: Contact Me.

You've never clicked on anything so fast, nor have you ever read over a paragraph at the speed that you did, but the next thing you know, you're clicking on the "Chat with Me" button like you're going to win a prize for it. Something about a text along the line of "Chances are, I'm probably not going to reply but you can still try your luck ;)" flashed before your eyes, but not like you give a fuck. He's going to reply whether he wants to, or not.

y/n0898: hey daddy's boy, you there?

You wait in silence for about 20 seconds before a notification on the bottom of the screen pops up.

park_seonghwa: you called? y/n0898: that's an awfully fast response park_seonghwa: I was expecting a certain visitor y/n0898: don't flatter yourself park_seonghwa: I'm not. I just knew a certain kitty around here has claws y/n0898: don't call me that >.< park_seonghwa: you don't like it? I think it's cute y/n0898: it is. just not when you say it park_seonghwa: ouch... okay

He's throwing you off. You came here for one thing, not to have a conversation with Park Seonghwa.

y/n0898: why'd you made that post about me? And why would you send someone to stalk me and take those pictures? I demand it to be taken down park_seonghwa: you reap what you sow y/n0898: ??? okay?? that doesn't mean you go take pictures of someone unaware and post it on the internet, tf??! park_seonghwa: tell you what. I'll take the pictures down y/n0898: fucking please park_seonghwa: if y/n0898: if? park_seonghwa: you meet me tomorrow, inside the business building 7:30am y/n0898: that's it? park_seonghwa: that's it

That wasn't it, and you hate how you would even let yourself believe his words in the first place. Because before you could even process anything, he's already hauling you all the way to some dark janitor closet. His movements so smooth; like he knows exactly where to go and all the right things to do, almost like it's second nature to him--leading you to believe you're probably not the first girl he's dragged up in here, and probably won't be the last.

Taking the situation into account, as well as Seonghwa's reputation, you blurt out the first thing to pop in your head as soon as he's finished locking the door.

"I'm not going to suck your dick, Park."

Your comment catches him off guard, and he couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't my intention, but you know unless you--"

"--my god, shut up. Shut up. Just tell me what you want and let's get it over with," You state, not wanting anything more but to get the fuck out of this small, dusty closet that's caving in on you, and sending all sorts of uneasy signals throughout your whole body. Probably because you think Seonghwa railed someone right in this very spot you're standing on, but you don't allow yourself to think about it.

It makes you feel dirty that you're even in here right now, alone with him. What would your best friend think when you were just talking mad shit about the man who's now only a few inches away from you, not too long ago.

Seonghwa begins making steps toward you, not that he has to make much efforts, considering how tiny the room already is. If he takes any more, your face would fall right onto his chest. You don't say anything, but he can sense how nervous you are; you swallowing down the pit in your stomach every now and then.

"Geez, Kitty. I haven't even done anything yet and you already look like you're going to cry." He smirks, just seeing how vulnerable your state is right now. Nothing alike to the smart-mouthed and spiky persona he encountered a week ago.

You don't know what provoked you; that stupid nickname that you wish came out of anyone but him, or the even stupider comment.

"Probably because some fucked out daddy's boy dragged me into a janitor's closet against my will after blackmailing me," You retort, your tone and language now much more closer to the girl that got herself into this mess in the first place.

And Seonghwa doesn't know either. If it's the way that even when it looks and feels as if he's finally gotten you under his hold, you never seem to crack. Or if it's that triggering nickname that has escaped your mouth one too many time past appropriate to not get his blood boiling.

You see the shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes similar to the tales those close to you would always warn you about; menacing, cold, and serious--a lump in your throat comes into manifestation upon the realization that you should probably tone down the snarky remarks, knowing he has the advantage as of right now.

"And what's wrong with being a daddy's boy?" One of his eyebrows arches to tease, and you can sense the lump growing more aggressive.

"I-It's--" You're trying not to break in front of him, but your performance goes disrupted when there's a sudden buzz in the back of your pocket; your phone.

Seonghwa notices it too, and the tension lingering grows thick. He watches as you try to straighten yourself, detaching from his gaze and attention onto the source of the noise. But not before he beats you to it, reaching his arm around your figure and snatching your device in an animalistic way.

"Hey!" All potential anxiety that was once present within you, now all gone due to another invasion of privacy from the boy standing before you.

You lift your feet off the ground for a few seconds, even jumping slightly in an attempt to retrieve back what's rightfully yours, but the efforts goes unrewarded because Seonghwa is much, both stronger and taller than you.

You can only watch in defeat as he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whatever prompted that buzzing sound of notification.

"Your boyfriend?" He says casually, holding the screen up in front of you as you try to make out the message displayed on the lock screen.

It was a text, from Hongjoong. The name itself already sets off an awful shade of pink that manages to sneak upon the softness of your cheeks, and Seonghwa too, notices the chain reaction. He doesn't know whoever the hell this person is, but judging by how tomato red you are right now, this person must mean something at least.

Kim Hongjoong: Hey Y/n, you okay?

"None of your business." You take the opportunity to overpower him, hand quicker than you can even remember controlling, before your phone's already back in the palm of hold.

Ignoring the fact that Seonghwa's still ogling with a watchful gaze, you go on to reply as if a certain evil and wicked presence isn't here right in the very same room. He can't really see what you're typing from where he's standing, but he sure can spot the little curve that seems to tug at the corner of your lips while you're talking to this Hongjoong guy. He doesn't even know why it's pissing him off. He barely even knows you, and you're both merely acquaintances--strangers even. But just seeing how you've been nothing but resentful to him, like as if you've written down every possible comebacks to counter anything he will say, but now so soft and merry for someone else, it kicks something in that male-driven ego of his. His words eventually slipping before he can really assess it. But then, when has he ever really cared about what leaves his mouth.

"Does your boyfriend know you're alone with someone else in the confinement of a janitor's closet? Doesn't sound like the best thing to fess up to at the moment," He throws, stuffing his hands into the warmth of his pockets. Something about the way he conveyed it, tells you he gets off of it. His tone is suggestive, as well as the annoying smirk that you hate to say, you're becoming more familiar with because he does it ever so often.

It causes you roll your eyes, sighing and shoving your phone back to the comfort of your back pockets. "He doesn't need to know. Not like we're doing anything wrong. Besides, you asked for me to come, and I did. Not sure for what fucking reasons, but can we get this over with? I have class soon, and better shit to do." You're not denying nor confirming what Hongjoong is to you, but also because Seonghwa doesn't deserve to know the current status of your guys pending relationship.

"What kind of shit?" He asks, and a scoff of disbelief departs from your mouth. You really said all of that, but it's like Seonghwa only chooses to listen to what he wants, blocking everything else out that isn't worth an acknowledgement.

"Shit's that better than being in a foul smelling closet with a boy that's even worse than the stench."

Seonghwa laughs, embracing the fact that although you do something that grates his nerves, he's more amused at the sheer audacity you have, to have said some of the most absurd shit he's ever heard come out from a goody-two-shoes. He still can't help but to wonder if that something has to do with this guy, Kim Hongjoong.

"Fine, you can go." He takes a step back, creating a large empty space between the both of you.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden yielding. "I can?" Not going to lie, you were expecting for him to put up a much stronger fight.

He nods. "Or, unless you want to do something else--"

"--no please, god no. I'm getting the fuck out. But wait... you really asked to meet, for this...?" You call it "this" because you're not even sure what the correct matching term is.

"Just wanted to get to know you more, Kitty. That's it." He smiles, but you don't let it get to you, because for all you know, there's probably a sinister intention behind that stupid handsome smile.

"Okay, well... bye." You try to head out, only to be pulled into Seonghwa's embrace as you're faced against his chest.

"Wait." He signs, his index finger up in front of his mouth, telling you to hush, before peaking his head out the small crack of the door to check if you guys are in the clear.

"Go first, I'll come out after." And before you can even agree, Seonghwa had already pushed you out into the empty and echoing hallway. You look back at the door just one more time out of curiosity, before shaking your head and trailing to the first class of the day.

Maybe it's because you're still thinking about what the hell just happened back there; how you were alone with Park Seonghwa in some tight space for a humble few minutes, or because you're also theorizing whether or not he'll actually take down the post and pictures, but either way, you're very much consumed by the stream of thoughts.

You haven't even fully taken in the surroundings, until you bump face first into another body; that sweet, but manly scent of vanilla traveling up the brink of your nose, your heart reacting to the familiar aroma by doing a flip. And when you look up, of course it's no other than--

"Hey Y/n!" The boy in his bright red hair and black glasses--that's more for cosmetic purpose than for the enhancement of his eyesight, greets.

"Hey Hongjoong!" You welcome back the excitement of his with your own, maybe even more.

"I was looking for you," He blurts out a little too loosely, not sure how it came out, or if it gave away too much.

"I-I mean, because you know, we share the same morning class, of course." He tries to salvage whatever he still can, but unsure if it made any difference.

"Yeah." You laugh because you think he's adorable. Your mind going back to the conversation with Sumi and how she thinks, knows, that Hongjoong totally has a crush on you as well.

"Sorry, I had to sort out some things out this morning," You speak, not lying, but also not wanting to disclose to him about what exactly happened. He doesn't need to know that the campus fuckboy dragged you into a dirty janitor closet to have a conversation about fucking nothing. You remember his text and you did replied, but with only a short "I'm okay" because just being near Seonghwa drained all the flirtatious energy in you.

"No problem. I was just... kind of worried, because I saw the post. Did he... do anything to you?" His word choices are careful and so is his tone. You can tell he definitely is worried, but still trying to come off not too prying. That's what you've always liked about Hongjoong. So sweet, so kind, and so respectful. God definitely took his time with him.

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Someone like him, he's all talk and no bites." You giggle, and Hongjoong follows shortly after.

"If you say so. But you know, if you ever need help, or anyone by your side, I'm always here for you. I can always call up Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang for extra hands as well. I know assholes like him doesn't play clean," Hongjoong states. And you admit, you were taken aback a little. Not by the offer, but because you've never even heard Hongjoong talk ill of anyone before, and it's also the first you've seen him so serious.

You nod. "Thank you, Hongjoong. I appreciate it. But no more talk of him. I can feel the kimbap from earlier coming back up. We should head to class before we're late, again."

Hongjoong chuckles from the small snark you just threw, before agreeing.

But both of you unaware and unsuspecting the whole time, to a dark figure looming in the corner just behind the wall, who overhead everything just now.

On a peaceful studious night, after having finished all assignments due for the next two weeks, you find yourself creeping to Seonghwa's blog out of sheer concern just to see if he really followed through with what he said. Although to be honest, you weren't expecting much.

When you hover over to his Blacklist, only to find no more trace of you or any gut-wrenching accusations that's probably false, your chest drops in relief. Park Seonghwa actually doing what he promised he would? Well shit, guess even pigs can fly at this point.

You're just glad. Glad you'll be receiving no more death stares as you walk past the canteen just trying to feed your system like any normal person. Glad there won't be anymore whispers that aren't really whispers in the first place, because you can clearly hear them talking shit about if you really smell, or how you probably planned everything from the beginning just to catch Seonghwa's attention. Like, gross? You'll rather step on legos.

But more than anything; glad you won't have to deal with the stupid, tall, black hair, with a punch-inducing smirk, daddy's boy.

Just as you're about to exit out the tab, to do anything else but linger on Seonghwa's territory, you hear that awful, stomach churning sound go off.

Not the kind that comes from Hongjoong's texts where it brings butterflies and makes you want to jump up and down in all sorts of girlish ways. But one where you know you'll come to hate and loathe within the next couple of weeks, or even months.

Whenever Park Seonghwa says "That's it." you need to take that as a major warning to run and never look back, because that's never it.

At the bottom of your screen with a notification visible, is a message from Satan himself.

park_seonghwa: hey kitty, wyd ;)

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