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cuntresshwa · 2 months

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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: Taking care of Hwa after a long day of...everything

WC: 1k

Content: Fluffffffff (all fluff, so much fluff, it's like cotton candy, pure sugar, oml)

AN: My first fic! Something short and sweet to ease into this. :> Enjoy my selfish indulgent fantasies about caring for mother Hwa.

Also MASSIVE thank you to the loml @malldreamprincess for making the moodboard, I love her so much, omg she's amazing

Also also listen to Hwa's cover of "Angel Baby" while reading this. If ykyk

It's been a long day for everyone. Especially long, since it felt like everything had been booked at once. Photoshoots (yes, multiple), an interview, a performance, and ending the night with brief recording.

It was already 11:30 when Seonghwa went into the booth. His body was screaming at him to sit down, but he knew if he did, he might not get back up.

So despite his eyes threatening to close, he continued with the recording.

You watched him from outside, a few feet away from an equally tired, if not more so, Hongjoong. You'd followed Seonghwa through most of the activities, and just going everywhere had you tired. You couldn't fathom the tiredness the guys were feeling.

And how often they had to endure it. This kind of day wasn't a rarity, but it wasn't common either. Their full album was going to be out in a few months, so obviously they needed to work on it. But they had other things to do, and that so happened to all be in one day.

Your heart ached as you watched your boyfriend tiredly try to record his lines, and kept fumbling on words because his mouth just couldn't make the correct shapes.

Hongjoong sighs, looking up at Seonghwa through the glass. “We have time tomorrow. You should just get to sleep.”

“But if I get done tonight, I don't have to do it tomorrow,” Seonghwa protests, in the strongest voice he can manage, which isn't much.

Hongjoong hangs his head, drumming his fingers on the desk. He looks up at you after a few seconds, and it hurts to see the light in his eyes all gone. He was about to pass out right there in his chair.

“Please go convince him to sleep, he's gonna pass out before he gets it right.”

You nodded and looked at Seonghwa again, his eyes beginning to flutter, his body swaying.

You get up from your chair and walk around the booth, going to the door and stepping inside. Seonghwa saw you coming, but he didn't move. He didn't even take the headphones off. You decided to do it for him, and to your surprise, he didn't protest. He may have already been asleep standing up, from how still and quiet he was.

“Tokki,” you call softly. Seonghwa finally shows signs of life, looking at you through his dark, silky hair. You brush his hair back and hold his cheek, to which he immediately leans into, his eyes snapping shut. “Please come back with me. You look like a zombie.”

“I need to-” He tries to speak, but you put your thumb over his lips.

“Hongjoong said you could do it tomorrow. It's okay, we can go back.” Seonghwa opens his eyes to look at you again, and just like Hongjoong, there’s no light in them. Dark pools of nothing. It almost scares you.

Seonghwa thinks about it for a few seconds, but he knows what his answer will be. He truly had no reason to stay awake when they have time tomorrow. You know it’s some unfortunate insecurity, and the demand from this industry he's joined, making people believe he’s more than he is.

To you, he's already everything he needs to be.

Seonghwa eventually nods, and you smile, pulling him into your arms. He hugs you back, leaning on you, nearly passing out right there. You keep him awake a little while longer, and help him out of the studio, and back to his dorm room.

When you make it back to his room, you're nearly carrying him. You make Seonghwa sit in his desk chair, and he instantly falls back into it, his head rolling back.

“Tokki, can you hold on just a little longer?” You ask, pulling his head up. He just hums, and you tap his cheek, making his eyes open. “I wanna take your makeup off, okay?” He nods, small short nods.

You sit on his lap as you carefully take off his makeup, carefully going over his skin with the cleanser. His arms are draped around your waist. A comforting little motion that means nothing to him, but so much to you.

Seonghwa, again, is falling asleep in the chair from your gentle touches. “Just a little longer,” you remind him, running a cotton pad across his eye. He hums in response, melting into the soft touch. You're holding his cheek with your other hand, making sure he stays in place, but it's just lulling him to sleep faster.

You finish removing his makeup and he whines when you pull away. “I'll be right back, nae sarang, I just wanna change your clothes, okay? You deserve to be comfy.” Seonghwa whines again, not caring about any of that. He just wanted to fall asleep in your arms. He could've been wearing combat gear, he'd still pass out just as comfortably.

But he stays awake a few minutes more as you strip him of his clothes and change him into his blue satin sleep set. As he feels it against his skin, he realizes that this is much more comfortable than his day clothes, and he's grateful for your effort.

Honestly, he's always grateful to be taken care of. Being the oldest of ATEEZ, he's obviously seen as the parent figure (mother, typically), and it gets exhausting.

So when Seonghwa found someone who was willing to spoil and care for him as much as he cared for his members, he swore to never let you go.

You quickly changed into one of his hoodies to sleep in, and finally helped him into his bed. He instantly cuddles up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your chest.

“I got you, jagiya,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

“Saranghae,” Seonghwa mumbles back, squeezing you tighter.

You smile down at him as he passes out on your chest seconds later. You still watch over him, until your eyes snap shut, and you both are sleeping through the night.

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cuntresshwa · 2 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕

Vampire!Park Seonghwa X Pet!afab!gn!reader

Summary: Your sensual, mysterious vampire master calls you, his lovely pet, into his study to introduce you to a new, pleasure filled world you were originally unfamiliar with.

WC: 3.6k

CW: Smut, fluffy aftercare at the end, Seonghwa and reader have an owner x pet relationship, reader calls Seonghwa "Master," blood consumption (obviously, he's a vampire)

Names used for reader: Jagiya, darling, doll, (pretty) pet, slut

Smut warnings: Reader is a virgin (no bleeding, not really corruption either), kisses, teasing, dirty talk, handjob (idol receiving), unprotected PIV sex, rough sex, choking (reader receiving), biting (reader receiving), orgasms for both

AN: I dragged this up from the dregs of my drafts due to a conversation with @mxnsxngie, so here it is, lovely. 💜

I felt much better after some sleep and some time to myself, so that's why I'm posting today. Originally, I wrote this purely for myself a year or so ago, so it wasn't too difficult for me in terms of writing. 🥰

This is also inspired by this fic, which is what made me finally fall in love with vampires. Please go read it, it's wonderful. 💜💜💜

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

"Jagiya~"

You shivered as Seonghwa's voice hit your ears.

"Come here, please."

He didn't need to give a reason, you were already up and on your way. You assumed he meant his bedroom, but as you turned down the small hallway, light spilled onto the floor from the left door, not the right. You'd never been inside the study, the door had always been closed. Not locked, closed.

Even though this house was your home as much as it was his, there were rules that you didn't question. One of them being, "If the door is closed, don't open it." He needed no reason, there were no exceptions. If the door was closed, you didn't open it.

You’d only paused for a second before you walked through the open door.

It was roughly the same size as his bedroom, but it was so vastly different. High walls, lined with dark bookshelves, filled with so many books of different sizes. You’d wondered if there was an end to how many books he had. It seemed like there wasn't, but he still had secrets that you had yet to uncover.

At the end of the room in front of a large circular window, Seonghwa leaned against a large desk, his hands braced on the edge, watching you as you looked around. Your eyes met and you felt chills race down your body. You stumbled over nothing, trying to pretend you hadn’t, and continued your walk. A small smirk appeared on his plump, red lips. Lips your eyes couldn't help but linger on for a moment.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he raised his hand and flicked his wrist. Behind you, the door swung shut, blowing a gust of air against your back. Almost like Seonghwa was saying "Come on, we haven't got all day, doll."

You quickened your pace and stopped a few feet away from him. He pushed off the desk and shortened the distance in only a few steps, towering over you. You held your hands behind your back and swallowed hard as you tilted your head back to look at him. His smirk only grew bigger, and you felt your thighs quiver in answer.

He reached forward and tucked your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "What do you think?" He asked, glancing around the room. "You've never been here before."

"I haven't," you breathed, cursing your body for how it reacted to him. You could barely focus on his question, but you fished an answer out of your brain that'd been turned to mush. "It's intimidating." Seonghwa's eyes flashed and his eyebrows went up.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's big." That's the only reason you had. You opened your mouth to say more, but closed it the next second when you realized you had nothing to add. Seonghwa waited another second before softly laughing.

"You get used to it." He pulled his hand away from your face and turned back to his desk. He walked around the great wooden piece and sat in the chair behind it. "This is my one place of solitude. Unfortunately, my bedroom isn't as private as I'd like it to be."

That comment almost felt like it was directed at you. You looked down at the floor as guilt washed over your body. You were about to mutter an apology when he suddenly clicked his tongue.

Your head shot back up and met his eyes again. He didn't say anything at first, and in that silence, his eyes flashed again. A soft pink glow ringed the brown, and chills raced over you again. You tried to hide it, but you know he saw your throat bob slightly when you swallowed.

"I don't mean you, doll," he began softly. "It started long before you. Don't worry your pretty head over it." It wasn't a compliment, but it still made your cheeks flush red. Seonghwa smirked again, and raised his hand.

Your eyes shot to his fingers as he beckoned you to come forward. You stepped up to the edge of the desk, but he clicked his tongue again.

"No, doll." He snapped his fingers and pointed beside him. You let out a shaky breath and walked around the desk, now standing beside him. He moved his chair backwards, and you stayed in place, thinking he was going to stand up. Seonghwa snapped his fingers again and pointed at the desk this time.

You stared confused for only a few seconds before it clicked. When it did, Seonghwa could hear the pounding of your heart grow faster. You walked over to the edge and faced him before pushing yourself up and onto it. Seonghwa smiled deviously and nodded slowly.

"That's it," he said lowly, barely above a whisper. He finally stood up from the chair and walked forward, just barely a breath away. You gripped the edge of the desk as you kept my eyes on his. There was another steady glow of pink that ringed the brown. He smirked as he heard your breath catch.

You hadn't realized that your short dress had ridden up your thighs until Seonghwa laid his hands on them. You gasped and looked down when you felt his fingers slide up under the hem.

You watched his hands slip under the thin material, eventually wrapping his fingers around your hips and gripping onto them. You were powerless to stop the whimper that bubbled up inside you.

"I've thought about this quite a lot." Seonghwa's voice rumbled in his chest, very quietly, just enough so you could hear him, but not any louder than that. "My pretty pet sitting on my desk just like this." His words made you shiver just slightly, but he felt it.

He released his grip on your hips and used his thumbs to rub the inside. Chills ran up your spin and you tightly snapped your legs together. Seonghwa chuckled softly and gripped onto your thighs, forcing your legs open again and putting himself between them so you couldn't close them anymore.

Another whimper left your lips when you felt his clothed cock brush up against the growing heat between your legs. "Don't do that, darling."

"I'm sorry, Master," you blurted, barely getting the words out. They were barely even words, the sounds just tumbled out of your mouth, sounding vaguely like what you wanted to say. Seonghwa's hands gripping onto your thighs and feeling him pressed up against you made your head feel light, critical thinking was no more.

That's how he wanted you.

His hands slid back up to your hips and his thumbs gently rubbed the inside again. You gripped onto the desk tighter and your thighs pressed against Seonghwa's hips. His eyes glowed in sadistic delight hearing your blood races through your veins.

Seonghwa gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head forward so you could look into his eyes again. He made you feel so utterly small, even when you were only a few inches apart, sitting on his desk.

"I want you like this, pet," he breathed, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. You put your hands on his chest, and when you did, he moved his hips against you and let out a soft groan. You whimpered at the contact and gripped onto his shirt. "I want you, pet." He rocked his hips up again, slowly moving himself against your soaked underwear, the liquid no doubt already leaking onto his desk.

Seonghwa took his hand off your hip and slid his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, hooking onto them and pulling them down your thighs, off your legs and tossing them somewhere. The cold air hit your now bare entrance, making you shiver.

Seonghwa laughed as his fingers slid back and up against your sensitive cunt. "Oh, you're soaked already, pet," he cooed softly. His fingers reached back and teased your entrance, making your tighten around nothing and forcing another whimper out. He smirked and pushed his fingertips against it, gently rubbing. "How cute is that?"

His fingers slid back down your thigh, leaving a trail of slick in his wake, and started undoing his pants. You were still holding onto his shirt with a death grip, leaning your head on his chest, panting heavily.

The desire you felt inside you, the desperate, sex crazed animal that was clawing at you, was something you’d never encountered before. You craved the unknown feeling of Seonghwa inside you more than you craved air.

You were pulled from your daze when you felt his cock gently push up against you, and you yelped in surprise. Seonghwa laughed and gently pet your head. "It's okay, darling, it's alright."

He surprised you again when he asked, "Don't you want to take a look?" You snapped your head back up and stared at him in confusion. He smirked and put his hand on the back of your head. "Wrong way, pet." He pushed down and leaned back to give you the view.

Your heart stopped when you took in the sight of his cock pressed up against you. The head was aligned with your navel, and from it, a white liquid leaked out and down the shaft. His fluids mixing with yours made this whole situation so much more erotic than it already was.

You don't know what possessed you to do it, but you reached out with a trembling hand and touched the head. Seonghwa sucked in a sharp breath and flinched, and you reeled back, thinking you’d hurt him.

But he shot out and grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle. "That's sensitive, doll," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Be careful with that." He guided your hand back to his dick, and with his permission, your nervousness disappeared.

You gently laid your fingertips on the head, slowly rubbing and smearing the creamy liquid. It made your movements smoother, and you let your hand slide down his cock. Seonghwa groaned softly and gripped onto your waist tighter, and used his other hand to brace himself on the desk. It made you want to keep going.

You wrapped your hand around his cock and slowly stroked him properly. More cream came out, leaking all over himself and your fingers. Seonghwa groaned in satisfaction, his eyes fluttering. He laughed and looked down at your hand on his cock.

"Oh doll, you make me melt so bad," he breathed, letting out another groan as your hand came back to the tip. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing against your clit, pulling a soft whine from your lips. His cock twitched at the noise.

Seonghwa laughed again and moved his hips forward once more. Again. And again. And slipped into a steady rhythm of rubbing up against your clit. It was small, but it felt so good, so you kept your hand on his cock to make sure it didn't go anywhere.

His fluids mixing with yours making him glide against you, giving him the ability to rock his hips faster, it made your hands begin to shake. It didn’t take long for a knot to twist in your stomach. It hurt, and you couldn’t help but whimper in pain.

"Master," you gasped as you gripped onto his shirt. "My stomach hurts." You looked up at him with pleading eyes and met his devious ones. He cooed and held your face as he slowed his hips.

"It hurts, pet?" You nodded with a pained whimper, and his smile only grew. "I'll take the pain away, don't worry."

He grabbed the hand you had on his chest and laced his fingers with yours. You gratefully held on tightly.

"If the pain gets worse, tell me, alright?" You nodded again. "If you don't want this, tell me no."

"I want this, Master,” you said confidently.

Seonghwa smiled and pressed his lips against yours in a very gentle kiss. The kiss was a sweet distraction, and you were too busy drowning in his soft, plush, pretty lips to notice until the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance.

Just as you pulled away from his lips, the tip slid inside like it was meant to be there. And it was a feeling you could never have imagined.

He slowly pushed himself deeper, deeper than you thought he could, all the way until his hips were flush against yours. It was such a bizarre and new feeling, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

After he'd got himself completely inside, his eyes met yours again. And they were gentle. The gentle pink glow was soothing

"You're so tense, darling." His words were tight and clipped as he said them. He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. "Try to relax, alright? Take a deep breath."

You nodded and did as he asked, taking a deep, shaky breath, trying to relax your body. You needed more than one, but you eventually managed to relax.

"That's it, good pet." You shivered at the praise. "I'm gonna move my hips now." Seonghwa made sure he was looking into your eyes as he said it, making sure he could see how you felt about it. You gave him a little nod, and he nodded back before he slowly started moving his hips.

It took a little bit of adjusting, and it did hurt, for only a little bit, but after that, he moved in and out of you with such ease, you couldn't help but stare down in amazement. Watching all of him somehow fit inside you, filling you up every time. You head grew light and your body began to tremble.

Seonghwa laughed and tilted your head up to look at him. "You like to watch, pet?" He breathed. "You like watching my cock disappear inside you?" You could only whimper and nod in answer. He laughed softly and ran his tongue over his lips. "That's my doll."

You rolled your head back and let the pleasure wash over you completely, moans coming from deep in your chest as he moved inside you, sounds you never thought you could make, filled the room. All because of him.

"Does my pet feel good?" Seonghwa asked, gripping onto your waist again. You lifted your head and looked back at him to nod. He smirked again and removed his arm from around your waist and let go of your hand.

The sudden loss of his support made you fall back on the desk. You were going to push yourself back up on your arms, but your efforts were useless.

Seonghwa gripped onto your hips and snapped his own into them, making you fall down onto your back. A cry left your lips as he hit a spot inside you that you didn't know existed until then.

"Again," you gasped out. He pulled back and slammed into you again. And again. And again, until that was the new rhythm. His hands gripped your hips so tight that they ached, but you didn't care. You’d never felt this good, and never wanted it to stop.

Seonghwa grabbed your trembling thighs and wrapped them around his waist, releasing your hips to lean over you and grip onto the desk beside your head, fucking you harder and faster than before.

You couldn't see his face, as your head was hanging off the desk and your eyes were tightly shut, but you heard him. You heard the animalistic groans and grunts that left his pretty lips, the growl that rumbled in his throat when you cried out particularly loudly. It made you want to keep making those noises so he'd continue.

In doing so, you’d unlocked some primal part of him that you weren't prepared for.

"Such a good, pretty pet." Seonghwa wrapped his hand around your neck, tightly gripping on and pulling you up to look at him. The ring of pink around his eyes turned to a vivid red that shocked you. Literally, you felt a bolt of electricity run through you.

"Never had this before, but such a fucking slut. You love this, don't you?" He ground out. He squeezed your throat tighter, making your head go light and your eyes roll back. "Say it."

"YES!" You cried out weakly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Seonghwa’s tongue peeked out from between his teeth when he smirked, savoring the way you melted on his cock.

Seonghwa pinned you back down on the desk and slammed his hips into yours like his life depended on it. You were at his mercy and it felt amazing.

Looking up at him through tears as he gripped onto the desk and stared down at where his cock pounded into you, transfixed like he was stuck there, it made your head go light again.

The blood was rushing through your body, your heart pounding so hard, so loud. Seonghwa could hear it all, and it was making him delirious. Your blood smelled divine, he wanted nothing more but to sink his fangs into you and taste you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you gave him permission in a soft, weak sob, because you too desired the feeling he craved.

"Bite me, Master."

You’d hardly gotten the words out before Seonghwa's fangs dove into your neck, and your blood was his.

He groaned into your neck and rolled his eyes back, the warm, sweet blood pouring into his mouth. He pulled his fangs back out and desperately licked and sucked at the bite marks.

His hips fell out of rhythm as he let out a soft whimper, and his next words made you snap.

"You taste so fucking good, darling.”

A completely new feeling you never knew was possible exploded through your entire body and made you scream out so loud, the whole town could’ve heard it. Your arms shot out and locked them around Seonghwa, gripping onto his shirt that was now cold, soaked through with sweat.

He continued for a few more seconds before he too let out a loud scream and buried his face in your neck, weakly lapping at the bite marks while his hips slowed until they stopped, panting out soft whimpers of your name between licks.

And as it came to an end and you reached the end of this euphoria, the tears in your eyes turned from ones of pleasure to that of pain. Your hips ached, blood still leaked from your neck, and the place that once radiated with pleasure now radiated heat and pain.

A tiny sob erupted from your lips as your head fell back away from Seonghwa. You were weakly laid out before him, ruined and spent.

You couldn't describe it, but you wanted him to lift you up and hold you. You wanted him to stay close. When he pulled away and removed his cock from you, another sob bubbled up out of you.

"Why are you crying, pet?" Seonghwa asked softly as he redressed himself.

"I don't know," you whispered, suddenly overcome with shame, trying to stop sobbing. You rubbed your eyes and swallowed back the sobs. You didn't understand anything. You didn't know why you wanted him to hold you, you didn't know why you were upset, you didn't know why you were in pain.

The confusion upset you more than anything, and it just made it harder to stop crying.

Seonghwa gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up to a sitting position before he lifted you up and held you like a child.

You latched onto him and gripped him tightly, tears still pouring from your eyes.

"It's alright, pet." He whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head. "I've got you. You're okay."

Seonghwa then carried you to the bathroom, where he set you in the tub and removed the short dress before he turned on the water. Being as weak as you were, you gladly let him run his gentle, soft hands over your body, which was still slightly trembling. You leaned into all the sweet touches, even when his skin was ice cold.

He also cleaned the wound on your neck and wrapped a bandage around it. The blood loss was beginning to set in, and your head dropped back against the tub as Seonghwa pulled his hands away.

He pulled the plug to drain the tub, and as the water left, he got up and left the bathroom. The sound that came out of you was a desperate, unintelligible cry as you weakly tried to grab him as he left, but he was already gone.

You felt stranded. Helpless. You could hardly lift your head. Even though he was hardly gone more than a minute, being alone and defenseless like that was enough to make you sob in fear.

Seonghwa heard your cries, and it broke his heart. He came back quickly with towels and a new dress for you, setting them beside the tub before he sat on the edge.

“Shh, darling,” he said softly, reaching out and wiping your tears, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m here, I wouldn’t ever leave you like this.”

He pulled back to drape a towel over his lap before he pulled you up to sit sideways on it. He shushed all your soft, pained whines as he used another towel to pat your trembling, weak body dry.

"Shh, shh, you're okay," he said softly against your hair. "I've got you, darling. I'm right here." His voice soothed the writhing demon inside you. The one that told you there was pain and anguish. There wasn't.

There was only him. Your master as he dressed you and carried you to his bedroom, where he laid with you and held you tight against his chest until you fell asleep.

Seonghwa wiped the rest of the tears from your cheeks until there were none left. He pet your head until your eyes fell closed. Like a kitten.

Before you slipped under, he pressed a kiss to your head and whispered,

"Sleep well, my darling."

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

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