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Nicely and Politely

Seonghwa x reader x Hongjoong

Requested sequel to this

18+

Cw: Hybrid au. Smut. Overstimulation, penetrative sex, threesome, heat cycles, mxm smut as well as the mfm.

You’ve settled into life with the cat-hybrid, Seonghwa. You get along with him just fine, and have ‘supervised playtime’ as Hongjoong calls it.

One of Seonghwa’s favourite things is to wait for Hongjoong to come home. He’ll stare at the door in the thirty minutes up to Hongjoong’s arrival, glaring at you every time you tease him for it.

Hongjoong laughs and ruffles Seonghwa’s hair affectionately. “I love seeing you when I come home. I appreciate you waiting up for me.”

You look up from your book with a small sigh. “He’s so desperate. He always thinks he’s better than me, too.”

Hongjoong arches an eyebrow at you. “At least he’s a good kitty. Now you aren’t even happy to see me.”

“I am!” you protest, crossing your arms to pout. “He’s just-“ You cut yourself off before he can hear the rest of that.

“He’s just what?” Hongjoong sharply asks, expression smoothing out. But you know he’s not pleased. This is the calm before the storm. “Well-behaved? Respectful?”

“He’s a suck-up,” you mutter, ducking your head. You hear Seonghwa’s laugh as he glides out of the room, knowing that Hongjoong is absolutely furious.

Hongjoong doesn’t speak for a moment. He stays silent, letting the tension grow. Then he lowly says, “I think you need to learn some manners, bunny.”

You huff and roll your eyes, although your stomach twists nervously. You’ve been punished by him once, and once for a reason.

Hongjoong’s punishments aren’t fun. They’re punishments for a reason.

Hongjoong tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, grinning from ear to ear. “Little bunny, you can run along now. I’ll call you for dinner.”

You frown a bit in bewilderment before padding away, just as he said. Usually his punishments come immediately. You’re never left on edge like this, and neither has Seonghwa.

But maybe that’s the point.

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You find Seonghwa in his room, reading a manga. You vaguely recognize it as some romance he had been trying to get you to read.

“Hey,” you softly say, sitting next to him on his bed. He shifts, uncrossing his legs so you can sit on his lap. You settle on him comfortably, leaning back. “You’re reading this again?”

Seonghwa hums, nuzzling against your cheek. His chest rumbles against you, a sign of his contentment. “Yeah. I think you would like it.”

You glance at the pages curiously, snorting in amusement. “That’s just nasty. What are they even doing?”

Seonghwa laughs, closing the book gently before rolling over, pinning you beneath him. He leans down to nip at your throat, no doubt leaving hickeys.

You squirm and try to push him off without putting any actual effort into it. He ignores your half-hearted attempts and sucks a mark beneath your jaw.

A knock at the door interrupts the moment. Hongjoong stands in the doorway, a smirk playing at his lips as he watches. “Oh,” he says, cocking a brow. “You two want to play?”

“Yeah.” Seonghwa grinds against you, making a soft sound of pleasure. His eyes flutter a bit before he’s dragged away from you with a confused whimper.

“Nuh-uh.” Hongjoong clicks his tongue. “Kitty, our bunny here has been acting up. She doesn’t appreciate us, does she?”

Seonghwa licks his lips, tongue darting out quickly. He glances at you before returning his attention to Hongjoong and shaking his head. “No. She doesn’t.”

Hongjoong releases Seonghwa, who falls into place beside him. He strokes his face fondly. “But you’ve been good. You deserve a little something.”

Seonghwa swallows, his throat flexing. You see his Adam’s apple bob. “Uh-huh. I do.”

You glare at them both. You’re not too overly fond of being denied anything, especially not attention.

Hongjoong sits on the bed and shoos you away as he bends Seonghwa over his thighs. You can only stare as Seonghwa’s pants are dragged down and a bottle of lube is uncapped. The cat-hybrid moans as a lubed finger presses into his ass.

“More,” Seonghwa mewls, lifting his head up to see Hongjoong’s face. “Hongjoong- Sir- More, please!”

Hongjoong smiles fondly, patting Seonghwa’s cheek with his clean hand. You can only look on with envy. “Just give it a second, okay? We need to stretch you a bit.”

Seonghwa nods, wetting his lips. He lets Hongjoong take his time until the next finger pushes in, causing him to shudder.

“Relax,” Hongjoong murmurs, running his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair. He thrusts his fingers in and out, no doubt finding Seonghwa’s prostrate when he trembles and moans. “You need to let me make you feel good, alright?”

You trudge closer, settling down to your knees next to them. “Hongjoong…” you softly plead, grasping at his forearm as he pumps his fingers in and out of Seonghwa. “Hongjoong, please.”

“Yes, bunny?” Hongjoong doesn’t look at you, focusing his attention on Seonghwa. He pulls his digits out for a moment, examining the slight gape before plunging them back in. “Do you need something?”

You dig your fingers into his flesh, whining softly. “You know what I want…”

Hongjoong makes Seonghwa cum, white smearing across his pants. He helps the hybrid up, kissing his forehead softly. “Did she ask politely?”

Seonghwa glances at you with glassy eyes, nuzzling into Hongjoong. “N- No. she didn’t.”

“So does she deserve attention?” Hongjoong prompts as he strokes Seonghwa’s hair away from his forehead. His touch is soft and affectionate.

“No,” Seonghwa whispers, avoiding eye contact with you. He knows that you will absolutely beat his ass for this later. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re right.” Hongjoong plays with Seonghwa’s hair, helping him come down from his orgasm. “She doesn’t.”

You let out an irritated huff and clench your hands. “This isn’t fair! Fine! I don’t need you! I don’t need either of you!”

Hongjoong shrugs. “Fine. It’s your choice. But when you realize that you do need us, I expect perfect manners.”

“Well I don’t need you,” you spit out before turning on your heel and marching out of the room. You refuse to give in.

Hongjoong smiles widely, and Seonghwa tilts his head in confusion. “Hongjoong?” Seonghwa gently says. “What’s that look for?”

Hongjoong pats Seonghwa’s thigh. “Bunny doesn’t realize her heat is coming up. She’ll come scrambling back to us in no time.”

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You stay strong for two whole days as Seonghwa laps up Hongjoong’s attention. Seonghwa curls up on Hongjoong’s lap when you watch television, you’re often woken to banging of headboards, and the cat-hybrid even tries to eat you out when he misses you.

That gets him a stern spanking as he’s scolded for going against Hongjoong’s orders. You watch with a smug expression, glad that he gave in before you did.

But on the third day, your thighs are sticky and your stomach feels tight. You wander downstairs in the morning, rubbing your eyes and searching for them. Either will do. You just want to be full.

“Good morning, bunny.” Hongjoong kisses your forehead before gliding into the kitchen to make breakfast. He ignores the needy whine that you let out.

Seonghwa’s pupils dilate as soon as he sees you, and he rushes to you. He pushes you over and lays his body over yours, touching every part of your skin that he can. His hands slip beneath your sleeping shirt as he licks your throat.

“Kitty,” Hongjoong warns from the kitchen, cracking eggs into a pan.

You gasp and shiver as Seonghwa’s teeth sink into your neck. You writhe beneath him and let out a moan as he slots his knee between your thighs, grasping your shirt with his fists.

Seonghwa lets you grind down on his knee, leaving as many marks as he can on your flesh. He’s sucking a hickey onto your shoulder when Hongjoong finally has enough.

Hongjoong throws Seonghwa over his shoulder, leaving you flushed and leaking on the floor. He lifts an eyebrow at you. “So? Have you finally had enough? Gonna admit that you need us?”

You shake your head, squeezing your thighs shut. The movement gives away your desperation and Hongjoong laughs.

Seonghwa reaches for you, but doesn’t fight Hongjoong too much. He doesn’t want to be punished like you are. “Have to- I have to help her. She’s in heat!”

Hongjoong shushes him, placing him off to the side so he can deal with you. Seonghwa grumbles but stays still.

Hongjoong crouches next to you, watching you for a moment before his lips curl into a smile. “Still have nothing to say to me? I have all the time in the world. But you…” He reaches down to collect some of your slick onto his fingertips. “You won’t have as much fun waiting as I will.”

You whine and rub your thighs together to create some friction. But you’re too wet for it to work and your head falls to the side. “Hongjoong! Please!”

“Ah, there it is.” Hongjoong shoves Seonghwa away as he tries to crawl to you. Seonghwa gets a sharp smack to the thigh and yelps in pain before giving you both space again. “Seonghwa! Enough!”

“But she needs me,” Seonghwa murmurs, eyes locked on you. “She needs me, she needs me, she needs me.”

“And she’ll get you when she asks nicely!” Hongjoong snaps, hooking his fingers into Seonghwa’s hair and holding him away from you. “I’m punishing her. Do you need one too?”

“No,” Seonghwa mutters. “I’ll be good.”

Hongjoong releases him before facing you again, sighing heavily. “Bunny, just use your manners and ask nicely. Admit that you need us.”

Your lower lip trembles, but you still shake your head. You’re suddenly grabbed under the armpits and lifted up to your feet.

Hongjoong herds you to his room, placing a hand between your shoulder blades. “Bend,” he orders, stern voice leaving no room for argument.

You bend at the waist, laying your front over his bed. You clench around nothing as you glance over your shoulder at him, gaze hooded. You won. He’s giving in, and you won.

Hongjoong keeps you like that for a moment, staring at you with an unimpressed look. Then he slaps your ass, humming lowly when you let out a cry. You try to squirm away, but he places a hand on the back of your neck, using steady pressure to keep you in place.

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong calls, easing your pants off your legs. “Come here, kitty.”

Seonghwa enters the bedroom, forehead creased and lips slightly pursed. His gaze immediately falls onto you. “Yeah?”

“Are you still loose enough from this morning?” Hongjoong asks, tightening his grip on you as you try to get up again. When Seonghwa nods, Hongjoong sighs fondly. “I remember when you thought you were dominant… Wow, it feels like it was so long ago.”

Seonghwa shifts his weight between his legs. “Uh-huh…”

“Anyways,” Hongjoong says, breaking himself out of his thoughts. “Come here. You can hump the bunny.”

Seonghwa’s eyes light up and he scrambles closer. “I can help her? I can make her feel good?”

“No penetration though,” Hongjoong tells him as Seonghwa lays himself over you. Hongjoong lifts his hand from your neck to help Seonghwa undress his lower half. “Have fun, okay? And don’t worry if she gets all needy. That’s just part of the fun.”

Seonghwa’s hands latch onto your shoulders, and he rocks his hips. You can feel his cock drag between your legs, gliding through the slick.

“Oh, she’s so wet,” Seonghwa moans, digging his fingers into you. His hips thrust faster and he buries his face against you, gaspy little breaths hitting your skin.

You whine, scrunching your hands up in the sheets. “Seonghwa! Want it- I- I need it, please!”

It feels like you’re burning, sweat and slick dripping onto the bed. Seonghwa whimpers and glances at Hongjoong. “Can’t I help her?”

Hongjoong clicks his tongue. “In a second, kitty. But she needs to ask a bit nicer. She’s so close.”

“Please,” you beg, looking up at Hongjoong with watering eyes. “Please, sir, I need it. I need you. I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, but I need you.”

“There we go,” Hongjoong murmurs in satisfaction, removing his belt. He tosses it to the side, along with the rest of his clothes. “Seonghwa, you can fuck her now.”

Seonghwa lets out a sound you’ve never heard from him before, somewhere between the lines of hunger and frustration. He shoves his dick into you, forcing you to take the stretch.

You moan loudly, legs trembling. Seonghwa pushes you further up the bed and starts rolling his hips into you. His fingernails dig into your back before Hongjoong presses him down, the cat-hybrid’s body flush against yours.

Seonghwa doesn’t even seem to notice, lost in helping you achieve an orgasm. He wants to- needs to- help you. You’re his, after all.

“More,” you moan, hiccuping with each desperate thrust into you. You’re consumed by the need for more, more, more.

Seonghwa suddenly freezes, moaning softly into your ear. You feel more weight pressing on you before you hear Hongjoong breathlessly say, “You were right, kitty. Still stretched out nicely for me.”

Seonghwa’s body jolts, and he whimpers pathetically. “No! N- No! I- I can fuck her! I can do it, I promise! Don’t need- hnghh- don’t need the help!”

“Sh, sh, sh,” Hongjoong soothes, stroking Seonghwa’s hair. “Just be quiet, okay? I’ve got you.”

Seonghwa rocks his hips into you, but is only able to get so far with Hongjoong inside him. He huffs in irritation and bites your shoulder as Hongjoong thrusts into him, effectively thrusting into you as well.

“No!” Seonghwa protests, lifting his mouth from your skin. “Hongjoong! I don’t need help!”

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong warns, bracing his elbows near your head. “I thought you were the well-behaved one? Good pets take what they’re given.”

Seonghwa lays his head in the crook of your neck, grunting as he’s fucked. You can still feel it, and the building heat in your abdomen is a welcome delight after so long of nothing.

“Close,” you find yourself gasping out. You twist your neck to see Seonghwa’s expression, wide eyes and parted lips as he takes Hongjoong.

“Don’t- s’too much,” Seonghwa splutters, overwhelmed by your warmth clenching around him, and the utter fullness in his ass. He scrunches his face up as he cums, cock twitching inside you. “Hongjoong- Hongjoong, sir!”

“Let the bunny finish, huh?” Hongjoong rubs circles into Seonghwa’s back, grinning down at you. “I thought you wanted to help her? Take it and help her.”

Seonghwa moans and drools onto you as he endures more, eyes rolling back until you can only see the whites of his eyes. You finally hit your climax, entire body trembling. The thrusts slow and Hongjoong steps away, grabbing a nearby cloth.

“Not done yet,” you weakly say, spreading your legs again. Seonghwa’s spent drips out of you and his eyes narrow.

“Uh-uh,” Hongjoong chides, grabbing Seonghwa’s wrist before he can sink into you again. “First we need water. Let the bunny rest for a moment.”

Seonghwa only protests a little as you’re given time to rest. He sips at his water and makes you drink, much to Hongjoong’s amusement.

Then he descends upon you again.

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i-dared-myself · 3 days ago

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Quizzes that I made

Did I ever tell you guys that my best friend and I made quizzes for each other?

We like going on small side quests like this

I was looking back at them and thought they were kinda funny, and that since I haven’t posted in a while (whoops) I might share these!

Heads up they’re kinda NSFW and designed to insult you.

Who in ATEEZ could you beat up?

Which member of Stray Kids could you take in a fight?

What your make K-pop bias always is

And in other news, I’ll be posting tomorrow! Maybe twice if I work hard enough

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i-dared-myself · 3 days ago

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HEYYY I LOVE UR STORIES AND IM SURE U HAVE READ SOME GOOD ONES TOO! IM WONDEREING IF U HAVE ANY GOOD SICK FICS U RECCOMEND CUZZ IM CRAVINGGG TO READD ONE!! SO IF U HAVE ANY PLZZZ TELL MEEE 🙏

Ahh, it’s my first time being asked for recommendations! Thank you so much!

My personal sickfic faves are:

1 Skz x reader where reader is sick

2 ATEEZ x reader with Yunho being sick

I don’t personally have a lot of sickfic recs, mostly because I end up writing a lot of them lol. It’s just what people make requests for a lot, and I’m okay with that

But wow, thank you for asking!

And as a bonus, here’s my fav fic at the moment:

3 Jeongin x reader

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read it 😭

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i-dared-myself · 4 days ago

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Binged all your ateez works and I'm soooooooo satisfied with every single one!! Your writing is delicious 👁🫦👁

Aww, thank you! It means a lot to hear that! ❤️

It really does, because I feel like my ATEEZ works don’t get as much attention as my Stray Kids ones, and that kinda messes with me a bit.

So thank you! I’m really glad you enjoy my writing!

I’m planning on writing an ATEEZ fic where they accidentally go to a Japanese love motel, so keep an eye out for that!

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i-dared-myself · 9 days ago

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Id say just give the warning. We wont know what exactly happens anyway just by the warning. For example, if someone passes away, you could just say "major/minor character death" and wed still have no clue of what exactly happens until we read it

Oh, true. I always forget that the warning doesn’t give it away completely lol

Thanks a lot! I know what I’m doing now!

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i-dared-myself · 11 days ago

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Sooooo…

I’m writing a sequel of sorts right now (with a different member, but this same genre) and I’m debating something right now.

I like giving trigger warnings, so readers can be prepared. It’s a horrible feeling when one of your triggers appears in something, and maybe causes a reaction.

So I like giving a warning.

But in the one I’m writing right now, a trigger warning would give away the ending. And in stories like this, the ending is pretty important.

Do I spoil the ending by giving a trigger warning? Do I not give a trigger warning for the specific ending, and give just a vague warning?

Some thoughts that I have while I write, and would appreciate getting any feedback or ideas on ❤️

Risen From The Pond

Seonghwa x reader

In which the creature from the pond turns out to not be a monster, or at least not the kind you thought.

18+

Cw: A fun fact about me is that I used to write horrors! A bit of that side peeked out today lol. This includes sex (including breeding as a heads up but no actual pregnancy since reader is on birth control), violence, death, blood.

Creatures linger in the shadows. They hide in the hearts of the weak-willed. They’re often mistaken for monsters, but they are not. Many of them serve purposes after all.

However, some disregard the tedious task of masking themselves. Some creatures choose to live in the light of day, walking right down the street.

So you force yourself to take care of those ones. The ones who don’t follow the unspoken rules.

Although some of them don’t mean any harm, they cause it. Havoc follows them and chaos falls upon those who cross paths with them.

You hate hurting those ones. The clueless, good-natured creatures.

Which is why you dread each one you’re called in to take care of. What if it didn’t want to kill that old man? What if it feels guilt for breaking that little girl’s leg?

But you’re here to protect everyone else from the creatures.

Even though they mean well. They believe themselves to be doing the right thing.

“Hello,” you say gently. You thumb at the blade hanging from your waist, using the familiar motion to calm your nerves. “I heard there was an issue around here?”

Issue meaning reckless creature.

“I’m River.” They tip their head, hair sheared to their scalp. They have kind eyes with wrinkles in the corners from smiling so much. “Yes. By the pond from the back entrance. I’ve made sure no one has gone there since it appeared.”

“It didn’t kill anyone,” a man chimes in. His shoulders are set in a way that suggests he’s confident. But you know he doesn’t have much experience to support it.

“Ah.” You look around at the small neighbourhood. It’s one of the rich ones with wide streets and gleaming buildings. “And why is that?”

“I got everyone out,” he impatiently replies. “Are you going to deal with it or not?”

“So it hasn’t harmed anyone?” You finally glance back at the pair of them.

River clears their throat. “We figured an expert might be the best one to survey it. We don’t want to get too close, just in case it’s hostile.”

You nod your understanding. “Right. Of course.”

The man’s eyes seem to flick over the scar across your forearm, long since healed. It’s still bold enough that it gathers attention, and you can’t help but be proud of yourself for surviving.

“Please,” he says flatly, “come in.”

You enter their house and don’t bother to make small talk. You let them lead you to the back door, and they stay inside while you go out.

You survey their backyard, not surprised at all to see how massive it is. There’s a glittering pond and a garden of blooming flowers to the side of it.

“Hello?” you call out, running your thumb along the sheathed knife dangling from your belt. You keep a wary eye out for any signs of movement or anything of the sort. “I know you’re here.”

It rises from the pond, water dripping from its skin. Its long, white hair falls into its face and covers its eyes as it stands knee-deep.

“Oh.” You blink at it, quickly averting your eyes. “You’re naked.”

“Yes,” the creature responds simply, a low voice tumbling out.

“That’s- Okay.” You continue to gaze elsewhere as you converse with this ethereal-looking being. “Do you have any blood-thirsty tendencies? Any desires to kill or maim?”

“Hm.” The creature rakes a hand through his hair, revealing his eyes. They’re locked on you as his lips curl up in interest. “None to maim. None to kill.”

“That’s good,” you carefully say. Something is off. Why is he speaking that way? “But what are you feeling?”

His mouth opens to answer, but before he can, his body is slung to the side. Your head whips around and you catch a glance of the man from before. He has a set of throwing knives in his grasp, glaring at the white-haired one you had been speaking with.

“He’s evil! There’s something wrong with him!” the man snaps. “Don’t you see it?”

The creature stares at you with wide-eyes, blood oozing from his shoulder as he removes the knife from it. He looks scared. Innocent from any of the accusations that were thrown his way.

“What?” you demand, using your body to shield him. “How could you think that? He hasn’t done anything yet!”

You kneel down at his side, pressing your hands to the wound. You pull at the very small amount of magic that you have, stitching the injury together. Your healing magic is weak, but it will have to do.

Then agony rips through your being as something is plunged into your side. You watch as the knife is yanked away and blood spills out. You collapse as the man stands over you, spitting at your feet.

“You were supposed to help us! To kill it!”

Your healing magic desperately tries to repair the hole in your stomach. But it’s not enough. You just wasted most of it on the creature, who- who-

He stands, wiping your blood off his fingers. Droplets land in the grass. “You insolent human. I will rip you to shreds and scatter your organs across the continents.”

The man takes a fearful step back, gripping one of his weapons tightly. “I- You’re a monster!”

You close your eyes and attempt to tune out the wet sounds of the man’s death. You feel a splatter as something lands on your cheek and you’re fairly certain a whimper escapes you.

But… This is self-defence, right? The man had attacked first with no reason, so the creature is merely defending himself.

“Seonghwa,” he says softly once the noises die out. You peek between your lashes at him, swallowing thickly when you feel his hands cup your face.

As if you’re delicate. As if you’re precious.

You notice his shoulder is still bleeding. You raise your fingers and direct your own healing to his.

You’re dying, so you might as well.

“Seonghwa what?” you ask as your head lolls to the side. Your chin rests against your chest.

His gaze lingers on the place where you touch him. Where your magic is channeling into him to fix and repair. “My name. What I want to be called.”

You hum as the darkness overcomes your vision. At least you think you hum. You’re unconscious before you can ask him.

Then you make a small sound as you wake, shifting slightly. You let out a heavy exhale, lifting your head drowsily.

Seonghwa smiles at you, pointed teeth on full display. “How do you feel?”

You flex your fingers as you let his question sink into you. How do you feel? You’re not dead, which is great.

But there’s not even an ache where you were stabbed.

“What happened?” you ask instead of answering. You take in your surroundings, noting that you’re still in the backyard. And that he is still missing clothes.

“I healed you.” He strokes your hair and stands. He cocks his head at you as he studies you. “Did you know that you’re mine?”

You choke for a moment on absolutely nothing. “Excuse me?”

“You protected me, so I’ll protect you.” Seonghwa turns his head back to the house. “Where do you live? We- I mean now that I’m here.”

“I-“ You stand wobbly, appreciating that he doesn’t try to steady you. He leaves you to regain your balance on your own. “In an apartment. But I’m fine, Seonghwa. You can live your life, and I’ll live mine. I wish you good luck.”

His gaze seems to sharpen as it lands back on you. “No. I’m going with you.”

River coughs from where they’re standing in the porch. “I… I assume everything has been taken care of?”

Seonghwa’s hand twitches before you nod pleasantly to River. He relaxes and glances to the man whose body he had torn apart. “My apologies for that.”

“Do you happen to have a spare set of clothes for him?” You gesture to your new companion. For life now, probably. And you have a feeling he’ll be adept at defending you.

“Uh, yes.” River scratches at their head, motioning for you to enter their home. “I think I can find something.”

That’s how Seonghwa ended up dressed in a set of black pants and an oversized sweater. You thank River again for everything, and apologize for murdering the man. Then you’re on your way, walking down the sidewalk.

“This is weird,” you eventually say to Seonghwa. You’re now just realizing how freakishly tall he is. He’s human-looking enough, but also just a bit too perfect that hints at him being a creature.

“I don’t think so.” Seonghwa’s hand slithers down until his fingers are laced with yours. “I feel comfortable around you.”

You retract your hand and tuck it into your pockets. “Well… I’m still not sure about this whole thing. I have to leave in two days for the mountains. What will I do about you?”

“I’ll go with you.” Seonghwa glowers down at your hand as if it offended him somehow. “Now take me home.”

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You flick your lights on, stepping aside so Seonghwa can walk inside. Your apartment isn’t the biggest, since you lived on your own until now. There’s one bedroom, one bathroom, and what your landlord considered a kitchen.

“You can sleep on the couch.” You point at it, staring up at Seonghwa. “I’ll grab you a pillow and some-“

“Why not the bed?” He tilts his head curiously at you.

“Because that’s mine.” You stand in the doorway to the bedroom possessively. It’s a fairly comfortable mattress, and you will protect it with your dying breath. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

Seonghwa’s eyes narrow as his head dips down. “I wasn’t telling you to sleep on the couch.”

You frown, now understanding what he’s getting at. “Seonghwa, we don’t do that. I know you don’t know a lot about humans, but it’s generally not accepted for people with different kinds of genitalia to sleep together. Or at least if they’re not dating.”

Seonghwa takes a step closer to you. “And why not? Why is it deemed inappropriate?”

Oh. Does he not know what sex is?

“Because…” you warily say, “society disapproves of it. Babies and all that.”

Seonghwa’s lips part. “Right. But I like those. Why can’t we have one?”

You gape at him before slamming your bedroom door shut in his face. Living with him will definitely be an adjustment.

About an hour later, there’s a knock on your door. You put the book down that you had been reading and go over to open it.

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow at Seonghwa. “What do you want?”

“I’m hungry.” He holds his hand out.

You blink at his hand. “Okay? Go find something to eat in the kitchen.”

Seonghwa wiggles his fingers insistently. “No. I want to go to the market.”

“Do you mean the grocery store?” You squint at him, unsure of what he wants you to do with his hand. You gasp as he clasps your hands together and tugs you out of your apartment.

He drags you down the stairs and to the main floor, squeezing you gently. “Which way do we go?”

“Uh, that way.” You use your free arm to gesture down the sidewalk. Then he begins to pull you down in the direction you had instructed. His strides are so long that you have to speed-walk to keep up.

Going through the store with him is quite the experience. Seonghwa tries to touch absolutely everything and you have to steer him away from the free samples. When you reach the pastry section, Seonghwa presses his face up against the glass.

“What’s that?” he asks you, eyes shining with excitement. He pokes your side again and again until you answer.

“That?” You look at the dessert. “Chocolate cake.”

“Can I get it?” Seonghwa bats his eyelashes at you. “Please?”

You sigh and smile at the worker. Once it’s been packaged up for you, Seonghwa snatches it from your grasp and grins at it.

“I think you like it more than you like me,” you tease as you turn to go to the fruit section. You hear the pattering of footsteps as Seonghwa rushes to keep up.

“I’ll throw this out right now,” he very seriously says. “It means nothing to me.”

“Okay, well don’t. It was expensive.” You select an apple and flip it over, frowning at a dent in it. You put it back and startle when you see how intently Seonghwa is watching you. “What?”

“It was expensive, and you bought it for me?” he slowly inquires. His tone is awed. “And- And this is food?”

“Yeah?” You shrug it off. “And yes, you eat chocolate cake. It’s delicious and I require at least half of it as payment for buying it for you.”

Seonghwa clutches it to his chest, biting his bottom lip. He seems deeply torn over something, and you feel a twinge of guilt.

“No, that was a joke,” you assure him. “You can keep it to yourself.”

You purchase the rest of your groceries and carry the bag out of the store. Seonghwa presses a hand to your front to stop you, and you frown up at him in confusion.

“What is it now?” you tiredly ask. “I’ve had a long day, Seonghwa. I nearly died.”

Seonghwa takes the bag from you and gives you his cake, handling it as if it’s a newborn. Then, before you can ask why he loves the dessert so much, he scoops you up.

You instinctively wrap his arms around his neck with a squeak of alarm. He pays it no mind and carries you with his hands under your thighs. The bag hangs from his wrist as he walks, carrying you effortlessly.

“What- What are you doing?” You bury your face against him in embarrassment. “Seonghwa! People don’t do this!”

“But I like your body against me,” he quietly murmurs. He turns his head to grin at you, sharp teeth reminding you of what he is.

And why you shouldn’t be feeling butterflies right now.

You feel so tired all of a sudden. An exhaustion that has seeped into your bones and left you with no choice but to sink into his warmth.

“So when are you most likely to become pregnant?” he randomly questions, dragging you out of your fog of drowsiness.

“What?” you exclaim. “That’s- You can’t just ask that!”

“No, I meant…” Seonghwa struggles to find the right words for a minute. “I meant humans. Biologically. I’m confused about how your bodies work.”

“Oh.” You relax back into him. Into his big hands splayed across your thighs and-

Nope. Those thoughts are bad.

“Humans get pregnant like most animals I guess. Eggs get fertilized and then the one with the uterus carries the baby most of the time.” You let your eyes flutter shut. Why are you so sleepy? It’s not even dinner time yet.

“And-” Seonghwa’s voice sounds strained. “That could happen at any moment?”

You hum, already drifting off to sleep. Seonghwa grumbles in dissatisfaction, not accepting that as an answer.

So he approaches an old lady on the side of the road as she sorts through her purse for loose change.

“Excuse me,” Seonghwa says politely.

She smiles at him, her face wrinkling even further. “Why hello. Aren’t you nice for carrying your girlfriend home.”

“Not my girlfriend,” Seonghwa corrects. “Just the human that I moved in with. Not that I will be sleeping on the couch.”

The old lady appears confused, but motions for him to continue with whatever it was he wanted to ask.

“Do humans go into heat?” Seonghwa cocks his head. He adjusts his hold on you so you’re less at risk of falling and mortally injuring yourself.

The old lady pauses. “Pardon me, dearie?”

“Heat,” Seonghwa clarifies. “Like, wanting to be bred?”

The old woman purses her lips. “I should get going now. Have a good night.”

She shuffles away, leaving Seonghwa’s question still unanswered.

This is why humans are irritating.

But as your soft sighs of sleep meet his ears, he can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you aren’t too bad.

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You rub your eyes, sitting up on the couch. “Why- How did we get home?”

“I brought us here.” Seonghwa lays his cake out on the table, carefully unpacking it. “I’m eating it now, and you may join me if you want.”

“Wow,” you remark as you take your plates out from a cabinet. You set them down and put out utensils. “I didn’t expect you to share.”

Seonghwa cuts the cake in half and splits them between the two plates. He hands you yours and gets comfortable on the couch. “Come sit.”

You perch on the other end, bringing your fork to your dessert. You frown when Seonghwa nudges you. “What?”

“Not there.” Seonghwa wraps his free hand around your arm and drags you onto his lap. He curls his arm around your abdomen and takes his first bite of the cake. “I love this.”

You smile and mimic him, savouring the taste of it. It melts on your tongue, and why are you on Seonghwa’s lap? Why does it feel like the most natural thing in the world?

Seonghwa brings his fork to your mouth. “I like the thing on the top.”

You accept the offered bite and hum. “It’s ganache. It’s delicious.”

Seonghwa puts his empty plate down on the end table and nuzzles his nose into the column of your throat. “I’m ready for bed. Are you?”

“I-“ You shiver at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck. “Yeah. Let me get ready.”

You brush your teeth and change into pyjamas, finding Seonghwa sprawled across your bed when you’re finished. He’s in a hoodie from one of your old boyfriends, and that’s it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You cock your hip out, hiding your amusement.

Seonghwa pats the sheets next to him. “Lay down.”

You sigh and shake your head, but climb onto the bed. Your bed isn’t the biggest, and your legs entangle together as Seonghwa shifts.

You shouldn’t be doing this. But your foggy mind can’t think of a reason why.

“Sleep,” Seonghwa murmurs, white strands falling across his face. “You’ll need it.”

You blink sleepily at him. “Why?”

“Your mountain trip, remember?” He chuckles and scoots even closer to you. Your bodies are aligned in a way that feels right. Not even sexual. Just intimate and perfect.

You fist at his hoodie. “I almost threw this out. Do you like it?”

Seonghwa traces your cheekbones with his thumb. His lips have parted into an expression of contentment. “I really like it.”

“Good, because Adam isn’t coming back for it.” You close your eyes and snuggle closer. And damn, you’re snuggling with him. Why is this going so fast?

“Who the fuck is Adam?” Seonghwa demands incredulously, dragging you away from the brink of sleep. He even sits up, and you nearly whine at the sudden absence of his body warmth.

“My boyfriend.” You turn your back to him, yanking the sheets up to your shoulders. You close for eyes for about two seconds before you’re being flipped to your back.

Seonghwa straddles you, eyebrows pulled together. His lips are twisted into a furious scowl. “Your what?” His voice drips with venom and his fingers flex at the pillow your head is resting on.

“Seonghwa!” you snap and wiggle in an escape attempt.

He shifts so his pelvis is flush with yours, and he rolls his hips into yours. His eyelids flutter and a breathy sigh leaves his mouth.

“Did he ever do this?” Seonghwa demands, bending down to nuzzle at your cheek. “Did he- I’m better, right?”

You feel heat rise in your face, lifting your hands to shove him away. Seonghwa’s jaw ticks but he slides off of you and off the bed entirely. He pads toward the bedroom door before you stop him.

“Where are you going?” You prop yourself up on your elbows to stare at him.

“Do you… Do you not want me gone?” Seonghwa rubs a strand of his hair between his index finger and thumb. His cheeks are a light pink.

“What? No. I want to talk about what’s going on.” You shake your head at him and wait for Seonghwa to settle on the bed before speaking again. “Why did you- You got upset when I mentioned my ex. And then you, like, grinded on me.”

“Ex?” Seonghwa perks up, sliding beneath the sheets again.

“Yeah. Why? Did you somehow know Adam?” You let Seonghwa pull you so your back is to his chest. He’s warm and comfortable and you’re quickly being lulled back to sleep.

“No.” Seonghwa throws his legs over yours and drags you impossibly closer to him. “Go to sleep.”

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Seonghwa is gone. You don’t know where he went off to, but he wasn’t in the bed when you woke. Nor was he in the rest of the apartment.

You assume that he realized that living with you was a terrible idea and ran off somewhere. Maybe you snores and he couldn’t handle it.

So you take a shower and try to ignore the urge to weep. Why do you miss him? Did you get attached in the rough eight hours that you knew him for?

You muse about that while you rinse your shampoo out. You put your conditioner in and then hear a crash from outside the bathroom.

You shut the water off and wrap your body in the towel, stepping out. You grab your knife from the counter, because you always keep it with you. Most of the time, anyway.

You step out of the bathroom, soaking wet with conditioner still in your hair. You grip the handle tightly as you whirl around the corner and plunge the weapon into the abdomen of the intruder.

“Well, good morning to you too.” Seonghwa gently peels your fingers away from the hilt. He pulls the knife out from where it’s buried in him and examines the red-slicked blade.

“You- I-“ Your brain goes blank as the wound smoothes over with skin. “You can heal yourself?”

“Of course,” he smoothly replies. Seonghwa shoos you away, tossing the knife into the kitchen sink with a clatter. “Now go finish your shower.”

You continue to gape at him. “Where were you? I was worried!”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Seonghwa tilts his head and smiles softly at you. “Go shower.”

You hesitantly go back to the bathroom and finish washing out your hair. You dress and go to the kitchen to eat breakfast when your stomach rumbles. Maybe eating cake for dinner last night wasn’t the greatest idea.

Seonghwa’s there first. His back is to you from where he’s standing in your kitchen, hands busy with something.

You peek around him and cover your mouth in horror. “Seonghwa! What are you doing?”

Seonghwa blinks at you, squeezing the flailing fish harder. “Making you breakfast.” He holds up the wriggling animal for you to see, chest puffed out in pride. “I caught it myself.”

“That’s- Seonghwa!” you exclaim. “Put that back from wherever you got it!”

Seonghwa’s shoulders slump. The fish gasping for air in his hand goes limp. “But… Does that mean you don’t like it?”

“Why do I need a fish?” You rub at your temples. “Get rid of it.”

When the door slams shut behind him, you can’t help but wonder if you said something wrong. Do creatures like him love marine life? Did you offend him by rejecting his fish?

You scramble some eggs and shovel them down before taking your backpack out of your closet. You stuff clothes in it, along with a full water bottle. You’re just bringing your granola out of a cabinet when Seonghwa returns.

“What are you doing?” He looks alarmed. “Are you leaving me?”

“I’m going to the mountains, remember?” you remind him. “I’m just going to be leaving early for it.”

Seonghwa relaxes. “Fine then. It’s a good thing I found these spare clothes in your closet.”

You hum, flicking your eyes over him. He’s dressed well enough for the bit of a hike that the day will be. “Yeah. So you’re ready to go?”

“Where will we be sleeping?” Seonghwa asks as you lock your apartment. He takes the backpack from you and slings it over his shoulders, leaving you with nothing to carry.

“There’s a cabin up in the mountains. It has a bed bigger than mine.” You lead the way down the stairs and out of the building, taking a breath of the fresh air.

“Bigger?” Seonghwa glances down at you with mild concern. “But we’ll still cuddle, yes?”

You shrug and look both ways before dashing across the busy street. Seonghwa chases after you and threads your fingers together.

His touch is almost… possessive. But you don’t pull away, because it feels right for some reason.

His pretty pink lips curl up at the corners, his gaze locked ahead. The wind is a gentle breeze that seems to caress his hair in a way that it never would for you.

“Have you been resting well lately?” Seonghwa casually asks you, but his voice is tinged with something. He squeezes your hand once and looks down at you for a response.

“I’ve been feeling really tired lately,” you say with a small frown. “I’m not sure why.”

Seonghwa smiles at you. “I’ve been making you tired. You need rest for the mountains, so I’ve been making sure you’re getting it. My magic is strong, isn’t it?”

You blink at him and tear your hands apart. “Seonghwa! That’s- That’s fucked up!”

Seonghwa whines and tries to bring your hands back together. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

You speed up to avoid him. Although, his legs are so long he easily bridges the gap, striding at your side.

“I just-” Seonghwa brings his hand up to your shoulder, but before it makes contact it falls back to his side. “Please? I’m sorry.”

You purse your lips and remain silent. Seonghwa lets out another sound of regret, slowing to trudge behind you. You turn your head to glare at him before directing your gaze elsewhere.

Maybe two hours later, after reaching the base of the mountain and beginning the hike, Seonghwa sighs and whispers your name. You two haven’t exchanged any other words since argument you had, and the tension is thick. You had demanded your bag from him, and he had reluctantly given it up.

You keep sending him filthy looks, to which he returns with a pleading one of his own. He appears desperate to win your favour back, and you’re not planning to give it to him. Not after he has apparently been-

Then he blinks at you and you realize you’ve been staring. His eyelashes flutter before he smiles softly, voice gentle as he asks, “Do you need something?”

You swallow and shake your head, turning back to the trail. The woods are thick around here, and you set your backpack down. You rummage through it until you locate your thicker jacket and you slip it on.

“Are you cold?” Seonghwa worriedly asks. His eyebrows draw together in concern and he reaches out for your forearm before stopping himself.

You hum noncommittally and continue with the trek. Seonghwa makes a frustrated noise but doesn’t push the matter further.

Minutes later, you roll your ankle on an uneven part of the path and yelp. You pitch to the side but regain your balance before you tumble off the mountain.

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa is tense, eyes narrowed on you.

“Yeah.” Your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat to try again. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Seonghwa’s throat flexes. “I don’t believe you.”

You straighten and put your weight on your ankle. “I’m fine.” You wince before smoothing out your expression.

Seonghwa pokes his tongue in the inside of his cheek. “Try again.”

“I’m fine!” you yell, balling your hands into fists. You want to punch him and kick him, and cry, because he’s so nice. He’s so caring.

Seonghwa presses you against a tree, slotting one of thighs between yours. His hands come under your biceps to lift you slightly, so you’re not longer on your injured ankle.

“How much further until the cabin?” Seonghwa inquires. He leans in to ghost his lips against your neck, taking a shuddering breath. “I missed you.”

You squirm as he bounces his knee into you. “It’s been two hours. You’re so needy.”

“Yes,” Seonghwa agrees simply. He presses a gentle kiss to your underjaw, a hint of tongue flicking out. “I need you. I need you so bad that I just- fuck- Where’s that cabin?”

You point over his shoulder to a fork in the road. “Left. Then only five more minutes.”

Seonghwa places you back down on your feet while you assure him that you’re really okay after all. But he still keeps an eye on you as you guide him to the cabin.

As soon as you open the door, he’s all over you. Stripping you of your jacket, shirt, pants. Everything. He follows quickly to match you, putting his hands over every inch of your body that he can.

He drags you to the floor and stares at you fondly. Seonghwa’s hair falls into his face and he leans into your touch as you brush it away.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as he layers kisses over your thighs, wrenching them apart. He lets out a small moan as soon as he sees your pussy. “Oh, I knew I chose well.”

“What- What do you mean?” You try to squeeze your thighs together, but he tightens his grip to prevent it.

Seonghwa smiles blankly. “What? Did I say something?”

You open your mouth to respond. To tell him that he did in fact say something.

But then his first digit presses into you, and your thoughts fizzle away. All that’s there is the feeling of his finger as he watches you intently.

“More,” you beg, trying to grind down on him. You lick your lips and bite your lip as he gives you what you asked for.

The second one definitely adds a bit more of a stretch. You’ve taken more in the past, so it’s not that much though. You keen as his thumb circles your clit and his long fingers scissor you out.

It’s good. It gets even better when he finds the spongey spot. Your back arches and your legs shake with the pleasure as you tip over the edge.

You reach to wrap your hand around his cock when you recover, smiling when he hisses out a breath. He swats you away and uses your wetness to cover his dick.

“There,” he tells you, eyes hooded. “Make me feel good. As good as you feel as you look at me, isn’t that right?”

There’s… something to his words.

How does he know how you react when your eyes land on him? How is he aware of how your walls seem to flutter by just the sight of him?

But he strokes your face lovingly, forcing your attention back to him. His face fills your vision and everything is right again.

You resume jerking him off and the glide is smoother now, as you work your hand up and down his length. It’s hot and heavy in your grasp and the thought of it inside you makes your stomach clench.

“Want me to fill you up?” Seonghwa bucks up into your hand, pants tumbling out of his mouth. “Hng, I’ll fill you up so good.”

“Ah- Yes, please.” You flick your thumb over his slit and slant your lips over his as he cums. You’re both covered in his spend but you continue to kiss him regardless.

Your fingers weave through his hair and you fist some to force his head away from you. “We can always try this again later.”

Seonghwa frowns, forehead wrinkling in bewilderment. “But I want to fuck you now.”

“But-“ You let him carry you to the bedroom, laying you across the bed. “But you just-“

“Not a human,” he reminds you, sharp teeth flashing as he grins. Seonghwa thrusts into you suddenly as you cry out. “Too much?”

“No,” you breathlessly say. “More.”

“Aw, more?” Seonghwa rolls his hips into you harshly. He grips your chin between two fingers, tilting your head up. “You’ll let me breed you, right?”

Your eyes widen and you nod with a miniature whine. You’re on birth control, so nothing will actually come from this. But damn, is it hot coming from him.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa toys with your clit. “Pump you full of my babies? You’ll let me use you like a good little mate?”

You pause. “I- Like a what?”

Seonghwa licks a stripe up your throat before sinking his teeth into you. He moans against your skin and you see stars when his cock hits your spot again. His motions are relentless and he fists at the sheets.

“I told you,” Seonghwa whispers, “that you were mine. All mine.”

Your orgasm hits you and you let out a strangled sound. Then it fades and you go limp as Seonghwa experiences his. He pants heavily against your chest, resting his cheek on the sweat-slicked skin.

Seonghwa pushes everything back in when it leaks out. You stare at him with glassy eyes as he props your hips up with a pillow, preventing any from spilling out.

“Seonghwa,” you softly say. “I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant.”

“But you’re mine.” Seonghwa kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips. “My mate. I waited to meet you. I waited until the perfect moment.”

You frown sleepily. “What?”

“I watched you until the time was right, then I formed in the pond.” Seonghwa presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist. His teeth nick the skin and you cringe at the small pain. “And now you’re all mine.”

As repetitive as his words are, it takes until now for them to sink into you.

“Perfect just for me.” Seonghwa fluffs your pillows and brings the sheets up to your chest. “I’ll be back with dinner, my love. Stay here so my seed can take.”

“But-“ You struggle to sit up before his hand pushes you back down. “I’m on birth control. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Nonsense.” Seonghwa smiles, but there’s an edge to it. An unsettling side that makes you remember that he’s very much so not human.

“We’ll stay here as long as it takes.” He cocks his head and gazes at you fondly. “We’ll try over and over again and I’ll protect you forever and ever.”

Then Seonghwa pats your head exits the bedroom, leaving you with your thoughts. Maybe the man had been right.

Maybe you should’ve killed him when you had the chance.

The knife is in your bag, sitting only five feet away. You could grab it and use it to defend yourself. You’ve dealt with many creatures before and know how to vanquish them.

But the moment the idea enters your head it vanishes. Your mind is wiped clean and all that’s left is the memory of Seonghwa’s loving smile.

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Chaos in Shadows

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“This stupid hairdryer never works,” Seonghwa complains to you as he fiddles with the machine in his hand. He groans and shakes it, as if that will help at all.

“Want to borrow mine?” you offer. “It works pretty well.”

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.” Seonghwa flashes you a soft smile. He waits in the bathroom for you to return with your hairdryer, taking it from you gently.

“I like this one because it has this one setting-“ you begin, cutting yourself off as everything goes dark.

“Oh,” Seonghwa says in surprise. “Well… I guess we blew a fuse.”

Wooyoung comes stumbling in, smacking his face into the wall. “Guys! I’ve gone blind! Get help! Call an ambulance!”

“The power went out,” you tiredly tell him. “You’re fine. Just use your phone flashlight or something.”

“That’ll kill my battery so quick,” Wooyoung groans. “And I won’t be able to charge it if there’s no power!”

“I told you those flashlights I bought would come in handy!” Yeosang bursts into the bathroom, shoving a flashlight into everyone’s hands. He cackles manically as he flicks his on.

“It’s still an impulse buy,” Seonghwa points out. “Just because it came in handy this once, doesn’t mean you should justify it.”

Yeosang pouts. “Okay, but we could tell ghost stories now.”

“How about we find the others first and make sure nobody fell down the stairs?” you suggest, turning your flashlight on. The group all mutters agreement and begins the hunt.

San is easy to find. He’s doing push-ups in the dark bedroom just outside the bathroom, crying to himself. When the flashlight’s beam of light illuminates his form, he sits up.

“You guys came!” he exclaims, wiping the tears off his face. “I heard whispering in the bathroom and lights in the doorway crack and- and-“

“And you thought it was demons,” Wooyoung finishes.

San’s cheeks flush a bright pink and he reaches for one of Yeosang’s spare flashlights. “Shut up.”

“Aw, was big tough San scared?” you tease gently, knowing that he’s actually such a softie.

San glares at you before exiting the bedroom and into the hall. “Let’s find the others.”

The group wanders through the darkness together, clinging tightly. You have both San and Seonghwa hiding behind you, while Wooyoung fearlessly leads the way.

“My hair is still wet,” Seonghwa grumbles. “I’m going to get sick and die.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Yunho scoffs and pads down the stairs. Yeosang leans on you to avoid falling.

A head peeks up from behind the couch, and a shine of the flashlight reveals it to be Jongho. He climbs over the couch, rolling across the floor to join your little squad. He stumbles to his feet, straightening his jacket to look cool.

“I did that on purpose,” Jongho mutters, dusting himself off. “The floor roll was on purpose.”

“Uh-huh,” San says, sounding not convinced at all. “Sure. And I finished watching Star Wars.”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes, catching the sarcasm. “You promised me! You said you liked it, too!”

“Calm down,” Yunho interjects before Seonghwa can start ranting about the cinematic masterpiece that is Star Wars. “We still need to locate the others.”

Jongho is given a flashlight as well, and the group moves on. You have collected five out of eight of the boys, with only three left to go.

You suddenly hear a crash from the kitchen, and your heart skips a beat. Kitchen + crash in the dark = someone getting stabbed. You all exchange glances before sprinting in the direction of the sound.

The flashlights show that no one was murdered, but Hongjoong is lying on the floor with Wooyoung strewn atop him. They both look dazed, with a puddle of milk beneath them.

“What happened?” Seonghwa worriedly asks, kneeling next to the two fallen members. He shines his light into their eyes.

“Wow, you know how to check for concussions?” You ask in amazement, watching him in awe.

Seonghwa blinks up at you. “No. I’m not a doctor.”

“Then what are you doing?” Hongjoong pushes Seonghwa’s hand away, rubbing his face. He pinches the bridge of his nose with a pained groan.

“Being helpful,” Seonghwa says with a shrug as he stands up. “And I think it worked, because you’re fine now.”

Wooyoung gets to his feet, staring down at the milk puddle. “Huh. I guess that’s what happens when you try to cook in the dark.”

San scoffs. “The power’s out! You can’t even cook!“

Wooyoung cocks his hip out to the side, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, that’s what the microwave is for. Obviously.”

“You were planning on microwaving milk?” Yeosang asks in a mix of surprise and horror. He pauses before frowning. “Like… Just milk, or…”

“With chocolate,” Hongjoong chimes in. “But the microwave uses electricity too so I guess it wouldn’t have worked anyway.”

“Let’s just find Mingi,” Yunho says with a heavy sigh. He glances down at the milk, scowling faintly. “Let’s clean this first.”

After dealing with the mess, using paper towels to not ruin any cloths, you shuffle off to the next room of the house. It’s empty, so you move on to the downstairs bathroom.

You warily push the door open, met with the sight of Mingi in the tub, bubbles up to his chest. He looks at you curiously, illuminated by scented candles.

“What’s up?” he asks, noticing the others behind you. “Are we going out? Because I can finish my stuff and get dressed.”

“The power’s out,” Jongho tells him. He squints at Mingi for a moment before adding, “You knew that, right?”

Mingi clears his throat. “Yeah, totally. That’s um, that’s why I have the scented candles.”

“And not because they smell good?” Seonghwa arches an eyebrow. “Because I remember you telling me that these ones smelled bad. You lied to me! You said you didn’t like them!”

Mingi purses his lips and toys with the bubbles. “Maybe they aren’t that bad…”

“Smells like an old lady,” Hongjoong murmurs, sniffing the air.

“You smell like an old lady!” Mingi snaps before taking a deep breath. He composes himself before looking back at Hongjoong. “I mean, they’re actually pretty nice.”

“I’m bored,” you announce. “Let’s play flashlight tag. It’s hide and seek, except you can run if you’re found. But if the light hits you, you’re out.”

Mingi jumps up, forgetting that he’s completely naked. “I want to play!”

Yeosang shrieks and covers his eyes, falling to the floor. “I saw his penis! I saw his penis! Someone bleach my eyes!”

Mingi grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. “Whoops.”

“You don’t sound that sorry,” San dryly remarks, lifting Yeosang up off the ground. He whispers comforts to the traumatized man, escorting him out of the bathroom.

“Get dressed and then join us,” Hongjoong orders, shaking his head. “Don’t dick around- I mean, penis. No- not penis. I-“

You press your fingers to Hongjoong’s jaw, gently closing his mouth before he can say anything else. “Shh, just forget what you saw.”

Once Mingi has thrown his clothes on, everyone gathers in the living room. There is a very competitive game of rock paper scissors to choose who’s it, before Seonghwa has to stand in the corner while he counts. It’s a scramble to hide, and you manage to beat Yunho to the best hiding spot: the closet.

You can see through the crack as Seonghwa searches, immediately finding Wooyoung, who was just standing behind Seonghwa. You have no idea what the plan was there.

Hongjoong is an easy find as well, since his feet peek out from under the curtains. San is next, standing in a dark corner. You almost laugh as Seonghwa trips over Yeosang, who was just lying on the floor.

“You could’ve killed me!” Seonghwa chides Yeosang, but still checks to make sure he’s uninjured.

Seonghwa moves upstairs, coming back down with Jongho and Mingi trailing behind him. They have been defeated, but not you. You are the glorious champion, the one who shall beat all.

Seonghwa wrenches the closet door open, a smug look on his face. He shines the flashlight on you, grinning widely. “Caught you.”

You trudge over to the other losers, hanging your head. You don’t even care about the game anymore, ignoring Seonghwa as he locates Yunho. You’re still pouting as the flashlights are turned off, and everything goes dark.

“What are you guys doing?” you ask, snapping back to attention. “Guys?”

Then you’re pinned down, shouting in alarm as your hoodie is slightly lifted so cold hands can be pressed your abdomen. You kick and flail, but are ultimately unsuccessful in your attempts to get rid of them.

You hear San giggling before Jongho hisses at him to be quiet. You crawl away, only to be dragged back to the cold hands.

It’s a wrestling match from there, which goes on for several minutes. You’re out of breath by the end and panting on the ground.

The lights flicker back on, and everyone shields their eyes. You pick yourself up before sinking on the couch, quickly followed by the others. Everyone falls asleep together, just like that, exhausted from the shenanigans.

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic @mbioooo0000 @ourtimeisrunningouttt @life-is-a-game-of-thrones @lezleeferguson-120

#ateez x reader #ateez #fluff #ateez fluff #ateez x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #jongho x reader #san x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader

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i-dared-myself · 13 days ago

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Hi! I just want to say that I love your writing! It's really nice and I'm always looking forward to it!!

Hello!

Aw, thank you so much! I’m glad that my silly little drabbles make you happy!

I feel bad for not updating daily (such a silly goal for myself) so I appreciate you taking the time to send a message like this! Thank you ❤️

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i-dared-myself · 16 days ago

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They find out you like another band

ATEEZ x reader

Reader is ATEEZ’s established partner.

Cw: Just dramatic ATEEZ. Blood?

•It had started with just a casual reference. A ‘sorry, but I can’t get dinner with you tonight. I have a concert.’

•But it quickly spiralled out of control. ATEEZ had exploded into chaos, distraught over you, precious you, going to a different group’s concert. Maybe they were dramatic, but who’s to say.

•“Who?” Wooyoung demands, slamming his fists onto the table. “Who are you cheating on us with?”

•Your eyebrows shoot up. “Okay, first of all, I’m not having an affair. I have eight boyfriends. Why would I possibly need more. Secondly, it’s ENHYPEN.”

•San gasps. “Excuse you?”

•Hongjoong slowly shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. They’re too sexy.”

•“You don’t control me!” you exclaim. “I can do whatever I want!”

•“Absolutely,” Seonghwa soothes. “But it’s not a great idea. You’re too pretty and there’s no way they wouldn’t immediately fall in love with you.”

•“They’re too sexy,” Hongjoong reiterates. “I mean, did you see them at Coachella?”

•”You’re going without me?” Yeosang whines, making a big pouty face.

•“How long has this been going on?” Yunho snaps, gripping a pillow with white knuckles. “Have you bought cards, huh? Merch?”

•“Just a hoodie,” you say, trying to placate him.

•Yunho turns away, expression darkening. “Just a hoodie? Wow.”

•“Who’s your bias?” Jongho glowers fiercely at you. “Well?”

•You lower your head, murmuring something softly. Mingi catches the name that falls out of your lips and his eyebrows shoot up.

•Mingi stares you straight on, eyes dark and wet with tears. “Have you watched any edits?”

•Yunho’s breath hitches. “Sweetheart, how bad is it?”

•You roll your eyes. “Oh my God, you guys are so dramatic. It’s literally just a concert.”

•“Have you watched any edits?” Hongjoong lowly questions, gaze serious.

•You swallow thickly. “Guys-“

•Seonghwa’s knees buckle, and San scoops him up, cradling his head to his chest. “No,” Seonghwa quietly whispers. “It can’t be.”

•“Shh,” San soothes, stroking Seonghwa’s hair. “It’s okay.”

•“What kind of edits were they?” Yeosang asks, curling his fingers into his pants. He squeezes his eyes shut, tears bubbling out and rolling down his face.

•“Thirst traps,” you admit before throwing your arms out. “But it meant nothing! It just showed up on my feed!”

•“I’ve seen those edits,” Wooyoung confesses. He stares into the distance, his gaze unfocused. “The hip rolls… The hands in the hair… Once you’re in, you can never come out.”

•Yeosang nods grimly. “I have a whole folder dedicated to them.”

•Seonghwa hiccups desperately, fisting at San’s shirt. “Do- Do you have a Pinterest board dedicated to them?”

•Your eyes slide shut as regret flashes across your features. “One for each member.”

•Jongho buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. “No… No, it can’t be!”

•Mingi pats his back supportively. “I’m afraid it is. Stay strong, my brother. Stay strong.”

•“Anyways, do you need a ride to the venue?” Yunho asks, tearing. A bag of chips open. He offers it to Wooyoung, who grabs a handful.

•“I was thinking of just taking an Uber,” you respond, checking the time on your phone. “But like, I think there’s that cute cafe around there that San and Seonghwa wanted to go to.”

•“Okay, let’s go,” Hongjoong says, reaching for his keys. Everyone loads into the van together.

•After the concert, they come to get you and run into ENHYPEN. San gasps and hides his bag of strawberry shortcake while Yunho blocks you with his body.

•“Oh my- Oh my goodness.” Yeosang fans himself. “They’re here. In front of me.”

•“Haven’t you literally met them before?” you ask in amusement.

•“Jake!” Yeosang shrieks, waving his arms desperately. “I love you!”

•Jongho sighs and drags Yeosang away before he can try to get an autograph or a photo. They really don’t need to cause a scandal.

•“I can take them in a fight,” San murmurs.

•Wooyoung rolls up his sleeves. “They think they can sleep with my partner and get away with it, huh? I’ll teach them a thing or two.”

•You narrow your eyes at him. “What? That never happened. What are you talking about?”

•Wooyoung scoffs. “Not you. Obviously.”

•You don’t even have the time to ask him what he meant before Hongjoong and Jungwon make eye contact. The two leaders have a staring contest for a split second before San loses control of Yeosang.

•“I love you!” he screams at the top of his lungs. “DM me!”

•“I think that’s enough,” you declare. “Let’s go home.”

•Yunho walks up to you. “Some dude just gave me his number? I think he was one of the members, but honestly I couldn’t tell. Some girl stepped on my foot with like six inch heels.”

•Jongho glances down at Yunho’s foot. “Damn, that’s a lot of blood.”

•After taking Yunho to the hospital, you make a promise to yourself to never go with them to another group’s concert.

Taglist:

@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic @ourtimeisrunningouttt @lezleeferguson-120 @mbioooo0000 @life-is-a-game-of-thrones

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateez x reader fluff #ateez x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #enhypen #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #hongjoong x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader

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i-dared-myself · 18 days ago

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here are some fluffy recs i could find:

https://www.tumblr.com/honeyvocalhwang/664991330231042048/

https://www.tumblr.com/stayinlimbo/745017730022948864/

https://www.tumblr.com/agi-ppangx/744037952026443776/

sorry i dont have a lot, im a newborn stay 'u'

Oh, they were all so fluffy! So cute and adorable!

And don’t worry about not having a lot, you probably have more than me! I’m at fault of always worrying about my own writing, I never take the time to enjoy everyone else’s.

But ugh, these were so cute, thank you!

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i-dared-myself · 20 days ago

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Anyone got any fic recs?

I’m looking for something fluffy. Fluffy beyond imagination. And hopefully longer than just a drabble, but ultimately not a big deal.

Plzzzz send them to me 😭 feel free to do it anonymously

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i-dared-myself · 21 days ago

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With Me, You Sleep

Jisung x reader

In which concert nerves lead to interesting sleep methods.

18+

Cw: Smut. No penis in vagina sex, but blowjob, oral sex (f receiving) slightly jealously, one kinda sexist dude?

You’ve been Jisung’s manager for a year now. It took you a while to adjust to him and him to you, but you work together well. He can be… particular.

But you’ve gotten used to him, and know you understand his needs and wants. As his manager, you handle his schedule, keep him in line, and encourage his career. There’s a lot to the job, and you love it.

Mostly.

See, there is one problem with Jisung. One dilemma that comes with Han, a widely recognized and beloved idol.

He’s a bit of a freak.

That’s no big deal. Everyone is entitled to their own ways of life, but sometimes, it gets in the way of your professional relationship with him.

One day, he skips into your office with a laptop and headphones. His smile is bright and excited, a clear sign that he has something for you.

You sigh and put your pen down, pushing all the forms away. You return his smile, albeit a bit softer and less eager. “Hey, Jisung. Do you need something?”

“I finished a new song,” Jisung proudly says, setting his laptop down on your desk. He presses a couple of keys before offering you the headphones. “I want you to listen to it and give me your opinion.”

You hesitate. “Jisung… I’m your manager, not producer. I don’t really know a lot about music production.”

“No, just listen,” he insists, shaking the headphones. “I want to know if you like it, not if the rhythms fit.”

You place the headphones over your ears, watching as he presses play. There’s silence for a moment before a shaky voice comes through. It’s a breathy whimper that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Ah- Ah-“ Jisung moans in the recording. You don’t know a lot about music, but this is… unique.

It goes on, with him panting and begging. You want to hide your face, because this is very sexual. You don’t view this as music even with how gorgeous his voice is. This is porn, and you’re listening to it at work.

You yank the headphones off, shutting the laptop quickly. “Jisung, don’t release this. As your manager, I’m putting my foot down.”

Jisung’s eyes widen. “But I worked hard on this.”

“I know that stuff was… hard,” you wave hands in his direction, “but no. Absolutely not.”

Jisung frowns and opens the laptop. He spins it to have a view of it, peering at the screen. He gasps in horror, face turning a bright red. “That was- That was the wrong audio file! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

You bury your face in your hands. “Jisung… It’s fine. Just- Just check next time before you show anyone anything, alright?”

“Yes,” Jisung agrees, bobbing his head. “Absolutely.”

You shoo him out of your office, shaking your head with a heavy sigh. Honestly it’s lucky that he made that mistake with you, and not anyone else. Rumours might have been spread if anyone else had been shown that video.

The next day, things are busy. He has a tour coming up, and people are asking you a bunch of stupid questions. Yes you’re his manager, but some things should be common sense.

“A water bottle on stage?” someone asks in confusion. “But it’ll look out of place.”

“How else is he supposed to stay hydrated?” you demand, pinching to bridge of your nose. “Think before you open your mouth next time!”

You walk at a fast pace to the elevator, being chased by a swarm of people. You have to head up to the executives to hand in Jisung’s concert schedule, and really don’t want to be late.

They approve it without even looking it over. They trust that you’ll do well, since you rarely make mistakes.

And before you know it, you’re on tour with Jisung. You have your suitcase beside you, gripping the handle tightly as you walk through the airport. The crowds are pushy, many photographers and reporters trying to get closer to him.

You continue to follow after Jisung. He makes it to security, and you’re in line behind him. You scroll through your phone absently as you stand in line until it’s finally his turn. You load your luggage onto the security check together.

Jisung walks through the scanner, then you. You watch as the security guards murmur together, looking at the screen.

“Ma’am,” one of them calls to you. “Step to the side please.”

Your face heats up in embarrassment and fear. Jisung eyes you as you go to the side as ordered.

“Go ahead to the gate,” you tell him. “I’ll be fine.”

Security pulls one of the bags aside, holding it up. “Is this yours, ma’am?”

It’s not. It’s his. But if anything happens to him at security, his name could get dragged through so the mud.

So you lie.

“Yes it is,” you answer, cringing as they rip it open. To your horror, they pull out a vibrator.

“Oh,” the guard says, paling. He tucks it back in and zips the suitcase shut. “Never mind… Um, have a good trip.”

You tug your shoes back on, hanging your head in embarrassment. You gather the luggage and follow Jisung, wishing that you weren’t in public.

In public you could’ve hit him over the badk of the head. But here, you can only whisper-scold him.

“That’s your fault!” you hiss out. “They found your- your- your vibrator! And I had to take responsibility!”

“Whoops,” Jisung says. He doesn’t seem too worried about it. Or ashamed.

“Why did you even bring it?” You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

Jisung shrugs. “I don’t think you want the answer to that.”

“Just-“ You blow out a heavy breath. “Don’t cause a scandal. I don’t want to have to lose my job. Don’t bring any girls back to the hotel.”

“Bring girls back to the hotel?” Jisung frowns, turning his head to you.

“Sorry, guys.” You shake your head. “The point is to just not create any problems. This tour should be smooth.”

He hums his agreement, although he still appears conflicted about something.

“So once we land, we’ll check in at the hotel. We can get some sleep before recording a bit of a travelling log for YouTube.” You check that you have your passport and glance at the time. “Then we’ll get to the arena for your concert.”

Jisung settles back in a chair at the gate, mask pulled over his mouth. “You seem kinda stressed out.”

“No, I’m fine,” you distractedly say as you look through your emails. You groan and sit on your suitcase when you see a change. “Shit, Jisung, I’m so sorry.”

“What? What is it?” Jisung’s eyebrows pull together in concern. It’s not often that he sees you panicked.

“I fucking told them to book the room sooner!” you spit out, ready to scold your assistants. “Jisung, they couldn’t book a second room in time. But don’t worry, I’ll find a hotel nearby for the night.”

Jisung rolls his eyes and stands as the airline attendant calls for boarding. “Nonsense. You’ll just sleep with me.”

You splutter, grabbing your luggage. You chase after him indignantly. “What? Jisung-“

He steps onto the ramp, tugging his hat down to shield his eyes. You race to catch up with him, only managing to do so once he finds his seat.

Jisung helps you store your luggage in the overhead bin before claiming the window seat. Youre in first class, which means when you take the aisle seat, it’s just him and you.

“We’re not sleeping in the same bed,” you firmly say, buckling yourself in. You reach over to do his seatbelt as well, since he always struggles with it. “It would be very unprofessional, and the rumours would be horrendous.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Jisung arches an eyebrow at you. “So it wouldn’t be that weird to have a sleepover. And what rumours? No one’s gonna know, unless you tell them.”

You huff and turn your phone to airplane mode. “Jisung, I’ll just find somewhere else nearby.”

“But isn’t it your job to stay close to me? To make sure I don’t screw up by showing people my dildo?” Jisung says, and you hope he’s joking.

“Jisung…” You bury your face in your hands. “Please tell me you didn’t bring a dildo.”

He shifts in his seat to stare out the window. “Fine. I won’t tell you that I brought a dildo.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose tiredly. “Fine. We can share a bed. But I swear to god, if you pull any weird stuff, I’m having your stylists shave your head.”

Jisung pales, clutching at his hair dramatically. “No, anything but that!”

You pop in your earbuds and turn your playlist in, watching out the window as the plane takes off. It doesn’t take long for a baby to start crying.

Jisung lets out a whine. “I’m not gonna get enough sleep for the concert. I’m gonna fall asleep on stage.”

“Just put in earplugs,” you tell him, glancing over in concern. A lack in performance due to sleep would be bad…

Jisung hums, rummaging through his bag until he finds them. He twists the lid off the container and presses them into his ears, leaning back into his seat. You watch him, not entirely enjoyed with how not-asleep he looks.

If he doesn’t get any sleep, he’s not going to have energy on stage. And then videos will be made, and he’ll be so stressed about it, thay he won’t sleep that night. Then the next concert will be ruined, and the cycle just continues like that.

And then you get fired.

Which is why, when you get to the hotel and are checked in, you turn to him. “What makes you sleep? ASMR? Melatonin? A punch to the head?”

Jisung blinks, surprise flitting across his face. “What?”

You scroll on your phone, putting the airplane’s wifi to use. You find a boyfriend ASMR channel and hand him your phone, offering him your ear buds. “Here. Go to sleep.”

Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up, but he takes your phone. “This is definitely interesting. Can’t say that boyfriend ASMR is my thing, though.“

“Oh, would, like, hentai stuff help?” You hesitate before reaching for your phone.“I- I’ll find something.”

Jisung snorts and shakes his head, climbing up onto the bed. The shared bed. His sweats that he changed into for sleeping are soft and baggy. “Go to sleep. You won’t be able to think clearly tomorrow if you’re exhausted.”

“Same to you,” you reply as you slip beneath the covers, turning your back to him. “Goodnight, Jisung.”

Jisung shifts before going still, his breaths coming out in short puffs. The slow rise and fall of his chest is enough to lull you to the brink of sleep.

“I can’t sleep,” Jisung softly says, breaking through your hazy thoughts. He flips over so you can feel his breath of the back of your neck.

You turn onto your side so you can face him, blinking sleepily. “Want me to go get some warm milk? What helps you sleep?”

His gaze is hooded. “An orgasm.”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “That’s… special. Thanks a lot for sharing with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Either Jisung didn’t catch your sarcasm, or he doesn’t care. “So if you’ll just step out into the hallway for a minute…”

“But the bed’s so warm,” you complain, snuggling further into the sheets. You consider the situation for a moment before glancing at him. “Can I help?”

Jisung chokes, splitting before saying, “You- You want to help?”

You hum, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Wouldn’t that be faster, too? That way you can sleep sooner and not be trying to get to sleep. It’s more efficient.”

And it’s totally not because you want to hear more of the audio he accidentally shared with you. It’s not motivated by your desire to have him writhe and moan beneath you.

Jisung nods, sitting up. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it, why not.”

You also sit up, pausing before asking, “So what do you want me to do?”

Jisung runs a hand through his hair, messing it up nervously. He waves a hand downwards. “I- Just a blowjob? Shit, this feels weird. I mean I’ve always dreamt of you jerking me off but wow, it’s different now that it’s happening. Not that-“

“Jisung,” you gently say. “You��re rambling.”

“Right.” Jisung nods. “Go ahead.”

You peel the blankets back, sitting next to him. You pulls his half-hard cock out of his pants, stroking it once as you shift to get closer. “Mm, you’re pretty.”

“Yeah?” Jisung sounds broken. He’s staring at your hand on his dick, eyes fluttering as you give him another stroke. “M’pretty?”

“Yeah.” You hold your hand out for him, palm up. “Spit.”

He obeys, drooling onto your open palm. You use it as lube, slowly working your hand up and down his length. Jisung keeps letting out breathy ‘ah- ah- ah’s as his head falls back.

“S’good,” Jisung gasps out as you bring him closer to an orgasm. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, clenching and unclenching them. Eventually he spills into your hand, eyes scrunching shut as he lets out a breathy moan.

You clean everything up quickly. “Goodnight, Jisung.”

“G’night,” he slurs, burrowing into the pillows. He’s snoring in minutes.

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Your alarm goes off, breaking you from your dreams. You groan and blindly reach out to turn it off, grabbing it and swiping the alarm away. You rub at your face before slowly sitting up.

“Jisung,” you softly say, giving him a gentle nudge. “Jisung, wake up.”

He lets out a little sigh, eyes fluttering open to look at you. His throat bobs before he says, “Mornin’.”

“Good morning,” you say with zero enthusiasm, getting out of bed. You both change separately before loading into a car with a couple of staff members.

“So what are we doing today?” Jisung asks, munching on a breakfast wrap.

“Today we’re doing some filming for a travel log, and then heading to the venue right away. It’s the first concert of the tour so we want to be extra prepared today,” you answer, uncapping your water bottle. You take a swig before adding, “You’ll mostly be standing in front of old buildings and saying they’re impressive.”

He nods and takes another bite, cheeks puffing out as he chews. Jisung swallows before speaking again. “I slept well last night.”

You hum distractedly, responding to an email. You realize a little too late what he meant by his remark, clearing your throat. “Yeah, well… Sleep is important.”

He doesn’t respond to that. He just finishes his breakfast and scrolls on his phone. You don’t mind the silence, you just feel like something has changed between the two of you.

Filming goes smoothly. You’re not really needed for a lot of the work, mostly standing off to the side and giving him a thumbs up every now and then. It gives you a chance to take in the scenery.

You wander away from the group a bit, taking photos of some of the older architecture. It would be perfect to send to-

“Hey,” someone says, interrupting your thoughts. You turn to see a man with a hint of stubble and dark eyes.

“Hey,” you say, lowering your phone. You check to see that Jisung is still doing fine and hasn’t scandalized any old ladies before returning your gaze back to the man in front of you. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could get your number?” He tilts his head, dimples forming on his cheeks. He’s cute, actually. “My name is Eli.”

You introduce yourself, considering it before hesitating. “I… I’m not sure.”

“How about I give you my number, and you text me if you feel like it?” Eli suggests, giving you a calm smile. “Or not. No biggie. I just thought you were beautiful.”

You duck your head at the unexpected praise. You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Eli tells you his number which you type into your contacts. He flashes you a charming grin before starting to turn around.

“Who are you?” Jisung bluntly asks, appearing out of nowhere. You startle and nearly punch him in the face.

“I’m Eli,” he replies, eyes flicking over Jisung. He smiles politely as he cocks his head. “Why are you wearing so much makeup?”

Jisung narrows his eyes. “Something wrong with men in makeup?”

Eli chuckles and waved his hands. “No, not at all. It’s just… unusual.”

Jisung scoffs and places his hands on his hips. “Would it be unusual if I wore a skirt too, huh? If I wore a nice dress?”

“Jisung,” you murmur, gently tugging at his shirt in warning. You don’t want to start an incident.

Jisung ignores you, scoffing at Eli. “Would it bother you if I let a woman peg me? If I took a fake dick up my ass?”

You bury your face in your hands, letting out a strangled cry. This is totally how you get fired. You’re going to have to explain at your next job interview that you were fired from this job because your assigned idol liked being pegged.

“I’m just gonna…” Eli glances at you unsurely before walking away. You have his number, but you don’t think you’ll be texting him.

“What a jerk,” Jisung murmurs, glaring at the retreating form of Eli. He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyways, we’re all wrapped up. You ready to go to the venue?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” you reply, turning back to the crew. They all pretend like they weren’t listening, busting themselves with their cameras or shoelaces.

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You trudge into the hotel room, tossing your bag into the corner. You groan and throw yourself onto the bed, onto to be shooed away by Jisung.

“Change out of your outside clothes,” he chides, kicking his shoes off by the door. “You’re going to get the bed all dirty.”

You nod, tiredly slipping into the bathroom to change. You wear your sleeping shorts and shirt, returning back to the bed as quickly as you can.

“Early flight tomorrow,” you murmur, yanking the covers over yourself. “Get some sleep.”

“You seem stressed,” Jisung notes, tugging his shirt off. Your eyes linger on his torso before you force your gaze back up to his face. “You wanna do some breathing exercises?”

You lift your head to glare at him. “I don’t need breathing exercises. I need sleep.”

Jisung hums, crawling across the bed. He lays himself down right next to you, so that his body brushes against yours. “Go to sleep then.”

“It’s not that easy,” you say quietly, checking the time on your phone. It’s already later than you had hoped. “I can’t just fall asleep on command.”

Jisung makes a small sound of acknowledgement before rolling to lay atop you. You give a little shove of protest, since he’s heavy, but he’s warm. It’s nice, in a way.

“I could help you sleep,” Jisung whispers, nuzzling his head against your neck. “Since you helped me. Not that I feel pressured- I want to. Not just for sleep. I’ll do it anytime you want.”

You blink at him, barely understanding his words. “You have melatonin?”

Jisung laughs softly, his shoulder shaking. “No. I’ll can eat you out, though.”

You swallow thickly, letting your head rest against the pillows. “O- Oh.”

“You want it?” Jisung presses a gentle kiss to your throat. He sighs, his breath fanning across your neck. “No pressure. I can go and just-“

“I want it,” you blurt out before you can change your mind. “But not if it’s just- Not if you feel like you have to return the favour. It wasn’t even a favour.”

“I want to help,” Jisung insists, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you to sit up. “I’ve wanted it for sooo long you have no idea. Like wow, I’ve had a lot of wet dreams about this. Unless that’s over sharing. If it’s too much, umm… The dreams were about Hyunjin.”

You almost laugh. He’s just so Jisung that it makes your heart ache. But you push the thoughts away and instead kick your shorts away.

Jisung pulls your panties aside with an eager groan, nosing at your folds. You resist the urge to bury your fingers in his hair, just relishing in the feeling of everything.

Jisung licks a long stripe before giving up all semblance of control. He forces your legs as wide apart as they go, hands on the inside of your thighs. He sucks at your clit and digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs.

“Oh, I could die here,” he murmurs against you. His nose nudges against your clit as you grind down on his face. Jisung’s tongue pushes inside and you fist at the sheets.

Jisung retracts his tongue, replacing it with his index finger. He still sucks at your clit, humming to himself. You writhe and try to get away from the pleasure.

“No, you have to cum,” he reminds you, pinning your legs down in place. “Hands in my hair if you have to, but you’re cumming.”

“S’too much,” you tell him. You’ve always been sensitive. “Jisung, please.”

He sighs and lifts his head, his chin wet. He pats your thighs softly before making small circles with his thumb. “You really want to stop?”

You bite your bottom lip before shaking your head. “No…”

“Then shut up and take it,” Jisung hisses out, grabbing your hands. He then places them in his hair, going back down to your pussy.

You moan loudly as he continues anew, tugging at his strands, hooking your fingers into it. Your actions make him moan in return, shuddering. He pushes two fingers into you, ignoring your trembling legs.

“You only do this with me, okay?” Jisung’s fingers find your G-spot, eyes glinting. “I don’t care if you have to wake me in the middle of the night.”

“And- and you only do this with me,” you gasp out as he continuously bullies his fingers against the sensitive spot. Your eyes roll back as you reach your climax, letting out a strangled sound.

“I’ll only do this with you,” Jisung promises, kissing the inside of your thigh. He cleans you up as you drift closer to sleep. “And I’ll take you out to fancy dinners, and buy you nice jewelry.”

“Sounds nice.” You hum as he pulls the blankets up to your shoulders. He curls his body around yours, almost protectively.

“And one day,” he says, right as you fall asleep, “I’m going to marry you.”

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i-dared-myself · 22 days ago

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This was so cute! I love how Minho watches over them while they're just being cute and silly 🤭

Aww, thank you! I thought it was pretty cute too. I was grinning the whole time I wrote it.

I’m really happy you liked it, and thank you for taking the time to tell me! It always means a lot ❤️

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i-dared-myself · 23 days ago

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My Only Sunshine(s)

Minho x reader x Felix

Requested by anonymous: I was wondering if you would write a minlix x reader story. Maybe the reader is also like sunshiney like Felix and its basically the trope of like two sunshines and their sunshine protector^^'

Cw: One creep that makes a sexual comment.

You giggle, leaning on Felix. You look up to see his freckles scrunch up in delight, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You trip over your own feet as you laugh, causing Minho to reach a hand out to steady you. Once you’re standing properly again, he lets go to once again fall into position behind you and Felix.

“Watch where you’re going,” Minho mutters. You both are too caught up in your giggles to fully pay attention. “Did you hear what I just said?”

You whip around, eyes wide. You calculate the correct response for a moment before answering, “You’re buying us ice cream?”

Minho narrow his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “Wanna try that again?”

“Please buy us ice cream?” Felix tries, batting his eyes. He does aegyo, puffing out his cheeks. “Please, Minho?”

Minho recoils in disgust. “Absolutely not. And quit that.”

“Please?” you beg, clasping your hands together. “Pretty please?”

“Buy your own damn ice cream!” Minho exclaims, turning away from you both. You and Felix shuffle back into his line of sight with pleading expressions. “Fine. But you better make it worth it.”

“Deal,” you announce, grabbing Felix’s hand and running ahead. You hear Minho sigh heavily, but he doesn’t protest further. You lead Felix into the ice cream shop, looking up at the menu together.

“Lots of options,” Felix comments, still holding onto your hand. “I need a minute to decide.”

“Hey, you want my cream instead?” a complete creep of a man asks, leering down at you.

“Excuse you?” Felix shoves you behind him, scoffing loudly. “Leave her alone! Treat women with respect!”

“I wasn’t talking to her,” the weirdo replies, licking his chapped lips.

Felix pales and ducks behind you. “Save me, woman!”

Minho steps into the shop, taking in the way Felix is hiding behind you. In a fraction of a second, his expression hardens and he marches up to the man. “Get lost!”

“Minho!” You reach out and wrap yourself around him like a koala. “Help us!”

“Minho!” Felix cries, curling himself around the other man. “Save me!”

“Hey, what about me?” you snap, glaring at Felix.

Felix rolls his eyes, burying his face against Minho. “He said he didn’t want you!”

“Be quiet!” Minho hisses as you both. He lifts his gaze back to the man. “Get out of here before I feed you to my cats!”

The man must know how serious Minho is, just from the look on his face, because he scrambles out of the store. Felix lets out a pathetic whimper and clutches at Minho’s shirt.

“You’re still buying ice cream, right?” Felix mumbles against Minho.

Minho sighs, stroking Felix’s hair. “Get off me. You’re clingy.”

Felix takes a step back, surveying the menu. He studies it for a lengthy moment before nodding to himself. “Strawberry sorbet, please.”

Minho glances at you, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“Cookie dough,” you answer, watching as Minho orders for both you and Felix. He pays, and then hands you each what you ordered, issuing a warning about paying him back later.

“Thanks.” Felix kisses Minho’s cheek before darting away. You follow him eagerly, careful not to drop your treat.

You make it back to your shared apartment, turning on a show that you’ve all been binging. Minho leans over and chomps on your ice cream, taking a huge chunk out of it.

“Hey!” you protest. “That’s mine!”

“I bought it,” Minho argues, licking his lips. He makes a happy noise to himself. “That’s pretty good. Let me have another bite.”

You purse your lips but hold out your cone, letting him eat more. He settles back on the couch before tapping Felix’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, let me try it.”

Felix pouts but scoops some up and offers the spoon to Minho. Minho leans down and takes it into his mouth, humming. “Yeah, that’s good.”

You sit on Minho’s lap, smiling softly as he wraps his arms around you. He places his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

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You walk down the path, fingers laced with Minho’s as Felix balances on the stones. Minho’s eyebrows are pinched together in concern as Felix wobbles.

“Careful!” Minho calls ahead, tightening his grip on your hand. Felix whips around, waving a hand dismissively before falling directly into the stream.

Minho releases your hand as you both rush to his side to check if he’s injured. Felix laughs and pushes your hand away as you feel his head for bumps. Minho scowls, flicking his forehead.

“I told you to be careful!” Minho scolds, helping Felix stand up. He drags Felix back onto the path, forcibly pinning him to his side as they walk. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you?”

“Hey, this rock is kinda slippery,” you remark, standing on the same stone that caused Felix to fall. You sway, testing your balance curiously.

Minho’s eyes widen. “Don’t-“

You fall into the stream with a splash, sitting there for a moment before saying, “Ow.”

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, blowing out a heavy sigh. He grabs you from beneath your armpits and hoists you to your feet. “Let’s get home before-“

Felix sneezes.

“-before you get sick,” Minho finishes with a grumble. He rolls his eyes and guides you both back to the car.

“We should listen to that new album,” you say, attaching your phone to the car’s Bluetooth. It loads for a moment before the music starts playing.

Minho presses the pause button. “No. Driver picks the music, and this driver says no music.”

“Please?” Felix whines from the backseat. “Please, Minho?”

Minho groans and nods to you. “Fine. But low volume.”

“Yay, thanks, Minho!” You press the button to continue the music, bobbing your head along with it. You catch Minho drumming his fingers along to the beat, but don’t comment on it.

When you get home, you eat dinner, finish the show you’ve been watching (Minho said he hated it but you saw him Google if there was another season), and go to bed. You sleep soundly through the night, waking to the sound of something being dragged across the floor.

You sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “Minho? Did you kill someone?”

Felix groans from the floor. “No,” he croaks. “S’just me.”

You cough, sniffling a bit. “Are you sick?”

Felix lets out a little sneeze, sounding adorably close to a kitten. “No.”

You cough, hacking for a minute straight before speaking. “Me neither.”

Minho enters the bedroom, a towel draped over his shoulder. He places his hands on his hips, glaring down at Felix. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?”

Felix smiles sheepishly. “I… I needed to pee?”

Minho scoops him up, carrying him away to the bathroom. You hear shuffling, a bang, and then silence. You only wait a little longer before they return, Felix being dumped onto the bed.

Minho presses the towel to your forehead, taking a thermometer out of his pocket. “Open.”

You part your lips for him, letting him stick the device under your tongue. He shoves Felix beneath the blankets, tucking him in firmly before checking in on your temperature.

“Fever,” Minho says, removing the thermometer. He sticks it into Felix’s mouth next, waiting for the beep before checking. “Fever.”

“Ew!” Felix gags. “You just had it in her mouth!”

“You’re both sick.” Minho rolls his eyes and places the thermometer on the bedside table. “You’re fine.”

You squirm out of the blankets, feeling too hot. “Minhoooooo.”

He glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“I don’t feel good,” you complain, groaning as you throw an arm over your face. You sniffle. “Can I have some ice cream?”

Minho’s expression softens. He looks at Felix before nodding. “After some medicine.”

“Yay, thanks, Minho,” Felix says, kicking his feet a bit. He snuggles into you, only to be shoved away since you’re too hot.

Minho pours you both a proper dosage, watches to make sure you actually drink it all, and then leaves to get the ice cream. He brings back three bowls, sitting between you both as he eats.

He collects the bowls, setting them off to the side as you fall asleep, quickly followed by Felix. He tucks you both in, kissing each of you on the forehead before lying back down.

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i-dared-myself · 23 days ago

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Finally Greed

Seonghwa x reader

In which he finally gives in.

18+

Cw: Smut. Penetrative sex, a bit of plot but mostly just porn, bit of brat!reader, mentions of Hongjoong for the next part…

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It had been a month now, since Seonghwa first promised to fuck you. And yet he hasn’t.

He had brought someone over and watched as he fucked you. But Seonghwa himself hasn’t blessed you with his cock yet. He has yet to splay his tongue over your pussy, and to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you with his fingers.

You had become friends with him, often going out to bars or shopping malls. But no sex yet.

You were oddly hurt about it. Were you not good enough for him? Were you not sexy enough?

So you decided to tempt him. To make him break and finally give you what you crave.

It just so happened that Seonghwa had decided to bring you to a bar that night. You put on your best dress that goes up to your thighs, and do your makeup.

“Hello,” Seonghwa says once you open your door. He insists on always driving you, even though you’ve told him that you can drive and meet him at wherever you’re going.

“Hi,” you reply, grabbing your purse from next to the door. “Ready to go?”

Seonghwa blinks, glittery eyeshadow shining in the moonlight. “You look…”

“Sexy?” you supply.

“Tired,” he finishes. “Have you been eating enough? Drinking enough water.”

You slump and walk over to his car. He holds an umbrella over your head to shield you from the pattering rain. “Shut up, Seonghwa.”

He laughs and follows you, opening the car door for you. “Oh, I was joking, pretty.”

You perk up at the nickname. It’s not often that you hear anything other than your name come off his tongue.

“I guess I’ll forgive you, then,” you tease. You consider it before adding, “Maybe if you kiss it better.”

Seonghwa climbs into the driver’s seat, glancing over at you. His long eyelashes flutter as he gazes at you. “Kiss it better? Where should I kiss?”

“Anywhere you want.”

Seonghwa grins, shaking his head. “Anyways, I’ll be staying sober tonight.”

You think you have whiplash. Why didn’t it work? He still hasn’t ravaged you, somehow.

When you get to the bar, Seonghwa settles into a booth. He’s elegant and divine-looking, and you want him so bad. Why won’t he just fuck you already?

A bartender looks over, brightening when he sees the two of you. He says something to his coworker before fighting through the crowd to get to you.

“Yunho!” Seonghwa grins and brushes his hand over your arm. “This is-“

You introduce yourself instead, shaking the man’s hand. Apparently he took his break to hang out with you both, and he sits in the small booth across from you. There’s not enough room for the three of you, so you perch yourself on Seonghwa’s lap.

“Pretty girl,” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear. He grips your hips firmly as you squirm around, getting comfortable. “Stop moving.”

“What?” You look over your shoulder at him, tilting your head. The movement causes you to grind down on him and he bites his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning. “Did you say something?”

Yunho narrows his eyes slightly, gaze flicking to Seonghwa and then back to you. “Are you two…”

“No,” you answer, at the same time that Seonghwa says, “Yes.”

Yunho raises his eyebrows and whistles. “Damn. That’s not what you want to hear, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa clutches your tighter, smiling at Yunho. It’s calm and level, but his grip on you is anything but. “Technicalities, Yunho. We haven’t talked about labels yet.”

“Labels for what?” you demand. “You haven’t fucked me, or kissed me! What am I to you?”

“Pretty girl,” Seonghwa lowly says, shifting your weight onto his leg and not his lap. “Careful. We can talk when we get home, but right now-“

“Fine.” You huff and lean back onto his chest.

Seonghwa hums, seemingly happy with your response. He continues to converse with Yunho, as you try to think of how to make him snap.

You push your ass back at him, pretending to lean over to look at a photo on Yunho’s phone. You don’t know what he’s talking about. All you’re focused on is the way Seonghwa’s breath hitches and the miniature buck of his hips upwards. It catches on your thigh, and not your clothed pussy, which makes you sad.

“What are you doing?” Seonghwa sharply asks, dipping his head to speak directly into your ear. Yunho is distracted by a loud group that walks by, not noticing as Seonghwa bounces his leg into your cunt.

You let out a breathless gasp, fisting at his shirt at the sudden stimulation. Before you can even make a sound, Seonghwa is turning you around to press your face to his chest. He hooks his fingers into your mouth, three at once.

“Shh,” he murmurs to you. “I’m going to finish up here, and then I’ll take you home and fuck the brat out of you. I don’t tolerate misbehaviour.”

Yunho clears his throat. “Sorry about that. Anyways…”

You tune him out, occupying yourself with Seonghwa’s fingers. You suck experimentally before he tightens his grip on your hip. It only encourages you further, not acting as the warning he intended it to be. You swirl your tongue around his digits, trying to piss him off.

“Whats with her?” you catch Yunho curiously ask.

“She’s a fucking brat, that’s what,” Seonghwa replies evenly, forcing his fingers further into your mouth. Then he removes them, using a napkin to clean the saliva off. “We have to go now. One day you can have a turn. But today, I need to deal with her.”

“Oh, she’s the one that…” Yunho trails off, surprise flitting across his face momentarily. He studies you for a moment. “Yeosang and San spoke highly of you.”

Before you can even protest what he means by that, Seonghwa is tugging you off his lap and getting to his feet. He kisses your cheek before addressing Yunho. “It was great catching up.”

Yunho hums noncommittally, sliding out the booth to allow you both to leave. “Yeah, it was. I look forward to our next… meeting.”

Seonghwa pauses his movements of reaching for his umbrella as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards. “I’m sure you do.”

Then his fingers are encircling your wrist as he pulls you out of the bar. His pace is quick, with long strides that leave you with no choice but to jog to keep up.

“Seonghwa!” You jerk yourself free, taking a step back. “What the fuck are we doing?”

Seonghwa stares at you, gaze heavy. “We’re going to my home. I’m taking you home.”

You shake your head, stepping further away. You’re out from under the umbrella, feeling droplets of water land on your face. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why?” He looks worried. “Did I push too far? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Because this is bullshit!” you exclaim, catching him off guard. “All this time, and nothing! Nothing from you! I’ve just been fucking your friends, and you’re watching like- like some kind of pussy!”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes, knuckles turning white on the umbrella handle. “Because I was waiting for the right moment!”

“For what? To have sex?” You roll your eyes. “I know you know how. You’re not a scared virgin.”

Seonghwa drops the umbrella to his side before letting go. He claps your face with his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Because I wanted to date you, not just…” Seonghwa sighs heavily, his eyes fluttering shut. “And yeah, maybe having my friends fuck you wasn’t the best way to go about it-“

“Understatement,” you murmur.

“-but I like you,” he finishes. His throat flexes as he swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “I really like you, and I was pushing off us having sex, because I didn’t want it to just be about that.”

You place your hands over his, shivering slightly in the rain. “You- You really wanted to date me?”

A laugh bubbles out of Seonghwa before he presses a kiss between your eyes. “Yeah. I still do.”

You wet your lips with your tongue, an action more meant to soothe yourself with how drenched you are. “I’d like that. But I would really like us to finally have sex. I believe you promised to deal with me?”

Seonghwa smiles softly, picking up the umbrella and folding it up. He guides you to the passenger’s seat of his car before dumping the wet umbrella in the backseat. He starts up the engine to begins to drive.

“Colour system is still in place for tonight,” he says, eyes on the road. He drums his fingers in the wheel, humming. “If we’re dating now… Are you still open to guests?”

You glance at him. “I mean… Yeah. As long as it doesn’t ruin things.”

Seonghwa nods, watching as the windshield wipers swish. “It won’t. I know someone who’s perfect for the job.”

It’s a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride. Nothing needs to be said.

When Seonghwa leads you into his home, you’re surprised by how well-decorated it is. But maybe you shouldn’t have been so shocked, knowing the man that he is.

Everything is neat and orderly, with plenty of throw pillows, paintings hung up on the walls, and even small potted plants on the windowsill. Seonghwa takes your coat and hooks it onto the coatrack along with his own. He lets you take in it in, standing quietly off to the side.

“It’s very nice,” you eventually tell him, turning back to face him. “I don’t know what I expected but… it wasn’t this.”

Seonghwa arches an eyebrow. “You expected that since I’m a sex worker, I’d just have sex toys out?”

You shake your head with a scoff. “No. Obviously not, since I’m one too. My apartment is normal, so yours would be too.”

Seonghwa laughs, brushing some of his hair away from his face. “I keep all my playthings in the closet. Maybe I’ll show you them one day.”

You hum absently, watching as he unbuttons his shirt. “Where are we doing this?”

He points his chin to a door. “Bedroom. I want our first time to be intimate, even though I’ll be punishing you.”

“Oh.” You follow his lead and begin to undress. He finishes first, waiting for you to be naked before gently pulling you into him room.

He kisses you, tongue sweeping into your mouth as he pushes you down onto his bed. Seonghwa forces your legs apart so his lower body can lay between as he kisses you. You wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him flush against you.

“Greedy brat,” Seonghwa murmurs against your lips as you grind against him. He reaches down, pinching a nipple between two fingers and flicking the other.

“Ah!” you cry out, pussy fluttering around nothing. Your heels dig into him and Seonghwa does a slow roll of his hips so his cock glides between your folds.

“Legs apart,” Seonghwa orders, pulling back from your lips. You obediently spread your legs, leaning back on the bed.

Seonghwa hums, gently pressing a finger into you. He uses his free hand to play with your breasts, flicking at your nipples occasionally.

“More,” you whine pathetically. You watch as he smiles, ignoring your pleads and not adding another finger. “Seonghwa!”

Seonghwa doesn’t move, his digit still inside you. He strokes your hair out of your face with a calculating expression. “You really want more?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you breathlessly say, licking your lips. You clench around his finger, reaching for him. “Please. Please, Seonghwa.”

“Of course, my pretty girl,” Seonghwa coos, pushing a second finger in. The stretch is better now, actually feeling like something. “I like good manners. Oh, and you’re going to be trained so well for me.”

“W- What?” You look up at his face, barely listening to his ramblings, too focused on how he’s actually touching you after so long.

“Hmm?” Seonghwa tilts his head, strands of his hair falling into his face before he blows them away. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, thumbing at your clit. “Oh, right. Hongjoong loves breaking in new pets. And you said you wanted to play, didn’t you?”

You swallow thickly. “He likes doing what?”

Seonghwa leans down, something dark in his eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re meeting him next week. Oh, I can’t wait to see it.”

He removes his fingers, causing you to glare at him. Seonghwa chuckles and pats your cheek before pushing three into you. Your eyes roll back and you grasp at the sheets.

“Such a needy brat,” Seonghwa remarks, gaze soft and fond. He curls his digits inside you, pressing firmly against your clit as your legs twitch. “I’m going to give you everything you want, and more.”

“Please,” you beg, tightening your grip on the sheets. You moan and shudder as he thrusts his fingers. “Please! I thought you liked manners!”

“I do,” he answers, cupping your face with one hand. His thumb strokes your skin affectionately. “You remember your colours?”

“Green,” you instantly respond, squeezing your eyes shut. “Please.”

He pulls away, leaving you empty for a moment. But then his cock is replacing his fingers.

Seonghwa’s head tips back as he slowly bottoms out. He opens his eyes to stare at you, mouth parting as he gives himself a moment to adjust. “You’re so warm,” he moans, flexing his fingers against your hips. “So- ngh-“

“Come on,” you goad, clenching down on him. “Fuck me!”

“I will.” Seonghwa rocks his hips before deciding he doesn’t like this position. He lifts your legs, resting them over your shoulders. This new angle allows him to drill deeper into you, reaching new sources of pleasure.

“Oh, oh!” You tremble as he hits the spot that makes you go goey. You’re so close… So close.

Then he stops. Seonghwa retracts until just the tip is inside you, and you raise your head to glower at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you demand, only to be gagged on his fingers. You try to swallow back your gag reflex, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“I’m going to give the greedy brat what she’s been begging for,” Seonghwa replies, eyes glinting. “You know your colours for stopping.”

His index finger is added alongside his cock, the both of them slowly pushing into you. It’s more of a stretch than anything you’ve ever felt, and you moan loudly around the fingers in your mouth.

Your orgasm hits you pretty much immediately, and you spasm. Seonghwa’s thrusts don’t halt, a continuous stimulation during your climax.

“Too much!” you try to say around his fingers. The stretch is mind-shattering. You try to writhe away, but he grabs your ankles and keeps them in place on his shoulders.

“So- So tight,” he grunts out before his mouth falls open silently. His hips stutter as he finishes, panting heavily. “Oh, pretty girl, I’m never letting you go.”

You blink at him, limp against the bed. “Hope not.”

Seonghwa separates himself from you, throwing the condom out before cleaning you up. He insists that you drink water before he cuddles you.

You lay your head on his chest, running your fingers through his hair. “So… Hongjoong next week.”

“Yeah.” Seonghwa kisses the top of your head. “You’ll love it, don’t worry.”

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