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𝑽𝑰𝑷 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

Part Two: Premium Access

Park Seonghwa X afab!gn!reader

Summary: You finally get railed backstage by your boyfriend while he's still in his stage persona.

WC: 2.3k

CW: Smut, filthy ass smut, fluffy aftercare, no gendered names are used on the reader

Smut warnings: Kissing, dirty talk, mild degradation, backstage sex, spit play, oral sex, (idol receiving) face fucking. (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex, breast play (reader receiving) orgasms for both

Hwa uses names on reader (Slut, baby, jagi, fucktoy, gorgeous)

AN: Ever since I saw the pictures and videos from Towards the Light D-1, I wanted SO BAD to write a one shot about it (I'm so weak for this man, oh my fucking God-)

@shinestarhwaa made a fic about this already (this one) so please go read it, it's amazing 💜

Since you'd started dating Seonghwa, you'd wanted him to rail you while he was still in his stage persona.

And honestly, who wouldn't?

He turned into a creature of intensity, a force of nature.

A demon.

And yet, in all your time together, you'd never gotten the chance. Usually, Seonghwa and his members were wiped out after a show, so most times, it wouldn't happen regardless.

Aside from that, you nor the members could convince the staff to let you or anyone else backstage. It was an understandable obstacle, but still annoying.

Until tonight.

Somehow, the stars aligned, and you were finally given VIP access to see your boyfriend and his members backstage.

You were backstage for the entire performance, and fuck, you were floored.

The boys had kept everything secret from you, you didn't know anything about their performance. So seeing Seonghwa's dance was an unbelievable surprise.

And a pleasant one at that. One that had you soaked through to your pants.

The whole concert, you were of course, proud of your boyfriend and the other members, seeing them clearly enjoy being performers, and do it really fucking well.

But you were also incredibly fucking horny for your boyfriend.

The concert felt like it was years instead of hours. Years until your boyfriend came backstage, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, with that goddamn top, whatever it’s called.

Seonghwa had never looked hotter.

He pulled out his ear monitors, looking around the backstage area, until he finally found you by the dressing rooms. His eyes zeroed in on you, and shivers ran all over your body as he stalked up to you like a predator cornering his prey.

Seonghwa took you in his arms and kissed you, hard, pushing you against a door. You squeaked in surprise as you reached up to grab onto his arms, but by then, the door was opening, and you two were stumbling inside.

As soon as the door was slammed and locked shut, you were pressed back against it, Seonghwa's hands all over your body. Your hands went up to run all over his chest and stomach. This damn shirt they put him in left little to the imagination.

(Just how I like it)

You ran your hands up to push the short jacket off his shoulders, which he quickly tossed somewhere in the room, and then he pinned your hands against the door above your head.

“Quit moving,” he commanded against your lips, pressing his body up against yours. A whimper leaves your lips before he kisses you again, forcing his tongue in and down your throat.

You squirmed in his grip as you pressed your thighs together. Seonghwa noticed it and groaned as he pulled back. “You don't wanna listen tonight?”

“Hwa, I'm soaked, I-” You tried to protest, but he forced your mouth open, pushing his thumb past your lips and holding your tongue down, spitting down your throat, and forcing your mouth closed after.

“That's not what I asked,” he said lowly, his lips hovering over yours. “Now swallow.”

You were almost embarrassed at how your heart fluttered as you swallowed.

Seonghwa pulled you away from the door and forced you onto your knees as he sat down on the couch. You watched as he wiggled his pants down to his thighs to free his painfully hard cock from the tight confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you moved closer between his spread legs.

“So eager to have my cock, baby?” Seonghwa asked, slowly pumping himself a few times. “Is that what you thought about while watching me? That you wanted me inside you?”

You nodded enthusiastically with a whimper, shifting around again, trying to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs. Seonghwa couldn't help but smirk as he took his other hand and pulled you close.

“Get to work then.”

You didn't need to be told twice.

You leaned forward and took the first half of him into your mouth, reaching up to pump the half that wasn't. You watched as Seonghwa rolled his eyes back and groaned at the contact, gripping onto your hair. He guided you up and down, having no patience (or time) to go slow today.

“You can take it,” he muttered. “Good sluts can take this. You wanna be good, don't you?”

You nodded and hummed around him, moving your head faster and sucking harder. You pressed your tongue against him and he shivered under you, biting his lip, stifling the groans that were growing more whiny.

What you didn't know is that Seonghwa was thinking about this during the entire performance.

Especially during his solo dance with the chair. Thinking about fucking up into your mouth, imagining how you’d gag when he did, seeing the spit and cum dribble down your chin, the tears on your cheeks.

You choked as he did just as Seonghwa imagined, and your hands flew up to cling onto his thighs. He looked down and smirked, seeing exactly what he wanted to see.

“That’s it, there we go,” he groaned, gripping onto your hair with both hands, shallowly fucking your throat. You kept your head still as he did, making yourself breathe through your nose instead.

Seonghwa slowly worked up to moving his hips faster, pushing deeper, fucking into your throat with reckless abandon. Tears freely fell from your eyes with every choke and gag, your whole neck covered in the mess that spilled down. Seonghwa kept his eyes trained on you, trying to keep quiet.

You were too, and not just because you were choking on his cock.

You were thoroughly soaked, all the way through, and it was beginning to grow painful. You slipped your hand inside your pants to rub your clit, moaning at the relief. But Seonghwa heard it.

He yanked you off his cock and sat up to look at you, and you froze with your hand still down your pants. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smirk.

“Getting yourself off while you choke on my cock? You’re filthy today, jagi.”

He pulled you off the floor and onto his lap, smashing his lips onto yours while his hands fumbled to get your pants and underwear off. You helped him get them off, and he flung them both somewhere in the room, joining his discarded jacket on the floor.

Before they even hit the floor. Seonghwa was running his fingers along your cunt, teasing your entrance. “Oh, look at you,” he murmured against your lips. “You’re fucking soaked. I really did that to you?” He couldn’t help but smirk, his tongue poking out from between his teeth,

“Yes, Hwa, you do. You always do.”

“No, this is more than usual.” He pushed two fingers inside and your body lit up in fire. “I bet you fuck yourself at home when you watch me perform if you’re this wet for me when I’m on stage. Do you, little slut?”

He pumped his fingers inside you with a brutal speed, which was easy with how much slick was pouring out of you. “Do you? Or did you not hear me because you’re already fucked out?”

“I do!” You cried out as he curled his fingers into your spot. “I do, Hwa, you’re so fucking hot!”

“I know I am, jagi.”

Seonghwa pulled his hand away and leaned back, holding his cock up for you. You didn’t need him to tell you what to do.

“Come o-” He cut off with a choke, throwing his head back as you slowly sunk down onto him. He didn’t pick his head back up until you were flush against his lap, making some of his hair fall over his half closed eyes.

“So eager,” he breathed, gripping onto your hips. “Go on then, fuck me like you want to so badly.”

And that’s exactly what you ended up doing.

You gripped onto his shoulders and fucked him like you never had before. The fire in your bones burned hotter than it ever had, dropping down on him hard enough that people outside undoubtedly could hear the sinful noises you made.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes back again, then smiled as he closed his eyes, melting back into the couch. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep it up, jagi.” His fingers dug into your hips, seemingly trying to pull you down even harder. You whimpered as you struggled to fuck him harder despite the burning feeling creeping into your thighs.

The effort you were putting in was already making you tremble. But hearing Seonghwa let out all those groans, watching him smile and bite his lip, his tongue peeking out every now and again, it motivated you to keep going.

It also made you clench down on him.

Seonghwa gasped when he felt it. “God, what are you thinking about, clenching like that?” He looked up at you and you whimpered again, all words leaving you. He knew what he did to you, and he loved it. “Come on, tell me.”

He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight against him while he leaned back on the couch and spread his legs to fuck into you instead.

“Tell me what’s in your filthy little brain,” he whispered, his lips pressed up against your ear.

But you couldn’t form words with how he was pounding into you. Hell, you could hardly form a thought. All that came out was whiny babbles and cries as you clung onto him, your nails digging into his skin. You felt Seonghwa shiver as you did.

“Such a good baby,” he muttered. “So good taking my cock, all in your pretty hole, being my good little fucktoy.”

His words made you clench tighter and cry out louder, tears forming in your eyes. Seonghwa choked and whined. His resolve was crumbling, you were breaking him down.

Seonghwa suddenly flipped you and put you down on your back, spreading your legs wide, pushing them back up to your chest before he went back to fucking you. He was as deep as he possibly could be, hitting the sweet spot inside you every time he went back in.

“That’s it, jagi, take it all,” he muttered, starting to ramble, his words slurring together. He was panting now, his pupils blown out, all composure he had thrown out the damn window. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, and the sight alone nearly made you come right then.

Seonghwa slipped his hands under your shirt and ripped it off, stripping you down until you were bare, then dove down to your chest and ran his tongue over your skin. You cried out again as his mouth wrapped around one nipple and his hand came up to play with the other.

You clenched down tighter, nearly sobbing at this point. When you dared to look down, you squeaked. He looked up at you as he ravished your chest, his eyes half closed, his tongue sliding all over before his mouth closed around the nub again. All the whines and breathy moans he let out were only bringing you closer and closer.

Your climax was right there, so close, you just needed a little bit of a push. Seonghwa knew what it was, he was right there with you.

He reached down with his free hand and rubbed your clit. It was only seconds from there that you came all over him, screaming his name, sobbing, clinging onto his hair like you’d fall out of existence if you did.

Seonghwa came right after you did, pulling back from your chest to let out the prettiest, whiniest moans as he rolled his eyes back, pumping you full of his release, riding it out as he chanted your name.

You both sat panting for a while before Seonghwa finally pulled out of you. He reached out and held your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all,” you mumbled, your brain still mush. Seonghwa smiled, sharing the same sentiment. His brain was fried after today.

He helped you sit up, and you both cleaned up as best you could before you got redressed.

After you did, Seonghwa pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight. You laid your head on his chest, and his heart was still pounding loudly against his ribs. You smiled as you nuzzled into his skin, squeezing him tight.

“I wish we could do that more often,” you said softly. Seonghwa laughed and shook his head.

“This took everything out of me, I feel like I’m gonna pass out right here.”

“Then let me take care of it next time.” You looked up at him, and he looked down at you, his eyes still doubtful. “I don’t mind. I like it when you’re the bottom anyway.” His cheeks turned red as he looked away, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I mean, maybe, I don’t-”

Hongjoong threw the door open at that point, glaring at both of you. Your heart stopped dead in your chest as you clung onto Seonghwa.

“Seriously?! This is why we can’t have people backstage!” Hongjoong threw up his hands and tilted his head back, his tone exasperated. “Seonghwa, get to your dressing room, we’ve been waiting for you!”

“Okay okay, fine, breathe, Hongjoong.” Seonghwa pulled away from you, but leaned back to hold your cheek and press a sweet kiss to your lips. It was over far too soon, but he smiled at you as he pulled away. “I’ll see you later, gorgeous.”

As much as you hated watching him walk away with Hongjoong, you knew you’d be back in his arms tonight. And you could have your sexy, talented, adorable, sweet demon boyfriend all to yourself.

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

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

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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ateez x random text conversations i had in like 2015

just wanted to see if the app works well and if tumblr makes picture quality worse

also!! i propose new mingi nickname

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ miniki ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

because it’s like ‘finicky’ which in my language means dates (the fruit) and sounds cute it’s what i’ve been calling him in my head anyways

feel free to ignore this post tho

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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ateez hyung line when u go on a sleepover but you ignore them!

hyung line x reader

warnings : cuss words, mean/weird reader, mention of break up

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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I need to fuck or get fucked before I die of horniness

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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???

(adds to library)

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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imo anyone AT LEAST ONCE thought about how hwa's long tongue makes u see the stars...BE HONEST W ME I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE😫

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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i love u for making this bc i have dyslexia!

Would it be too much if I asked for another one? Could you please write something for ateez with a dyslexic partner struggling to learn Korean? Love you 🥰

Omg yes absolutely! I'm also dyslexic myself so some of it might be speaking from experience haha😂 this one may be a bit on thr longer side.

As before, this is SFW. Fluff, slight angst, lots of words of affirmation here.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong knew how you were feeling, well, at least for the most part. He'd remembered how long it took him to learn English, and even still, he knew he still had more to learn. Seeing you sitting at your desk, shoulders deflated, writing, and erasing again and again. He came up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He pulled up a chair next to you, and for the next hour, he tried finding ways that would help you learn how to write without struggling. After that hour was up, he made you take a break, turning on a k-drama. You smiled, cuddling into him, knowing that even when taking a break, he was still helping you learn.

Seonghwa:

He's been sitting next to you for hours while you studied. He refused to leave your side, even after you insisted he didn't need to stay with you. He took it upon himself to provide you some sort of comfort and company while he kept himself busy building his newest Lego addition. After a while of him watching you become more and more frustrated, not understanding why, when you spelled a word, it wouldn't translate correctly. He decided to step in. Pulling you onto his lap, he laid out some of his loose Legos and helped you spell out different words with the small pieces. You were beyond grateful for him.

Yunho:

When you told him you planned on learning Korean, he immediately knew that he'd be spending all his free time helping you. He'd seen how easily learning a new language could frustrate his band members and even cause them to self-doubt. He wasn't going to let you think bad of yourself, especially knowing you'd struggled with dyslexia your whole life. He made fun games, movie nights, and even dates all around you, learning in the most stress free way possible.

Yeosang:

Yeosang didn't really understand why you didn't ask him for help in the first place. You knew he loved learning and even teaching, especially if it meant more one on one time with you, away from everyone else. When you finally came to him to admit your defeat, he hugged you gently. He took every single chance to reassure you that you weren't less than. In fact, you were extremely smart for how much you've already learned in a short amount of time. Just because you were struggling to write didn't mean you weren't learning how to converse. And he was in awe of how well you spoke, looking at you with love in his eyes every time you asked him a question in his language.

San:

He'd spent every single night he was available laying on your bed, quizzing you, giving you head pats and sweet pecks on the cheeks after you got an answer right. He'd also struggled with dyslexia believe it or not, and he brought out all the techniques he used to use to help him when he was learning English. You felt so much better knowing how he had overcome it and spoke so fluently now that you would have never known he struggled if he hadn't told you himself.

Mingi:

He had walked in on you one night while you were sobbing over your laptop. You'd felt like you would never be able to fully learn Korean no matter how hard you tried. Speaking it was one thing, but reading or writing it? You were far too stupid for that. Why wouldn't your brain just work correctly? It shouldn't be this hard to just write what your prompt were asking you to. God, you're so stupid. He knew that look all too well, and it broke his soul seeing you feel that way. He shut your laptop and lifted your chin to face him. With the most sympathetic look in his eyes, he pulled you into the biggest, warmest hug and rubbed your back in small circles. Telling you with the softest voice, "Don't let that voice in your head win. You are so so smart. We just have to find what works for you. I'll be here every step of the way."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung decided to open up to you about his struggles learning English when you'd mentioned how hard it's been for you to learn Korean. From that night on, you both decided to study together, helping each other out when you didn't understand something. You came to realize a few study dates in that he was also dyslexic and didn't even know until you brought it up to him. Continuing your study dates, you both would find new ways to help each other learn, eventually leading to the two of you learning faster than either of you thought you could.

Jongho:

He'd been waiting for this moment, probably for a little too long. He'd done research on dyslexia and some of the best ways to help things click for you. While he was a bit more stern in his approach to teaching you, (a set schedule he absolutely would not let up on) he didn't fail to consistently remind you how proud of you he is and how well you were doing. During your breaks, he would bring you coffee or tea and ask you about things that made you happy to ease some of the mental load. To him, you were not only full of kindness and love but you were also full of so much knowledge you weren't even aware of. He was in awe and oh so proud.

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This is purely fictional and does not represent the mentioned idols in any way.

Thank you for reading ✨️🖤⛓️

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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Womp..heller I was wondering if you could like make a reaction (ateez having a black so/) where where they are spending time at the beach and there putting sunscreen on eachother (😏) and just having a good time at the beach. Thanks so much if you do make this

XOXO

-🌥

ill do a beach related one but not exactly like that because i dont think like doing irl stuff is rlly good for me, and its kinda awkward but i'll definitely do something beach related with black so/ if thats okay with you!!!!

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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THIS IS ADORABLEE

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕

you had just gotten home when the house was unusually quiet. usually when you get home, 𝐡𝐰𝐚 is making something to eat or on the console in the living room, but to no avail, not today.

you put your bag down and slowly walked towards the bedroom, the house dimly lit. your eyes are full of concern, dropping your bag slowly and starting to already take off your shoes & clothes for bed. you know how these days go, you need to be comfortable as fast as possible so you can jump into bed with 𝐡𝐰𝐚.

when you walked into the room, his whole body was sprawled out on the bed. he still had everything on, all except his shoes. his face was buried into the pillow, a peak of his side profile showing from your side of the bed. you walk around to his side, only to see his cheeks puffy.

his eyes were red, sticky tear stains adorning his face. his hair was fluffy and he was breathing heavy, obviously had crying himself to sleep. you walk to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, hoping to not wake him. peeking your head out, you looked at him again, his head slowly starting to stir.

you grabbed a cotton pad and put micellar water on it, walking over to him slowly with a brush in your other hand. he hears your foot steps this time, only his puppy eyes looking up at you as that was the only thing able to be seen.

“hi, beautiful boy.” you whisper to him, softly running your hand through his hair. an instant smile is brought to his face as he flips around to lean back on his elbows. his face is extremely coy, his eyes filled with worry and embarrassment that you’d question his emotional state.

“i love when you call me that…” he looks down with a smile, and awaits his favorite part of his sorrowful nights. you begin to brush his hair, looking at him with curious eyes and a head tilt. he eventually catches your eyes, looking up at you with a small smile; to which you send a big smile back.

he reaches for your hips, as a signal to slowly sit down. he sits up and positions himself towards the edge of the bed, to where his legs were hanging off. setting you in his lap, he made sure his arms wrapped themselves around you and your waist tightly. he puts his head into your neck as you brush his hair, the bristles of the brush sending tingles to his scalp with every swipe.

he hums into your neck, breathing out a sigh of relief that he had seemed to be holding all evening. he pulls back, his eyes looking up into yours as he blinks slowly. you couldn’t help but reach in for a kiss, his slightly smoky eyes that once adorned perfectly crafted makeup staring into your own.

you gave him a small peck to which he bit his lip, looking up at you with a smile. this turned into an even longer kiss, swapping spit & touching tongues. pulling on his bottom lip as you pull away, he looks up with a passionate look in his eyes. you smile, beginning to wipe his makeup off of his whole face. he looks at you delicately the whole time, just as you do the same.

“care to tell me how your day went?” you spoke with a whisper, 𝐡𝐰𝐚 pursing his lips in thought.

“i don’t feel like i’m good enough.” he spoke into the room with confidence, as if he was sure he wasn’t good enough.

“why do you think that, baby?” you try to give him space to explain all of his feelings before you prove to him that that is absolutely wrong.

“i dont know. i just need to be better.” with that you kissed his lips, pushing him down onto the bed. running your hands through his hair, down his chest, everywhere you know would make him sensitive. distracting him while you can, because you know not only you could prove his extreme worth.

the night ended passionately, giggles can be heard throughout the apartment after you accidentally tickled 𝐡𝐰𝐚 while running your hands down his chest. to which this led to him chasing you for revenge, him turning a corner to be slapped by a fluffy plushie. the night continued on with running around until you could no longer breathe, relief filling you as all of the members would be at the house tomorrow.

you woke up to heavy but slow footsteps leading into your home, the first person appearing to be hongjoong.

“hey..” you whispered with a smile, joong sending you one back. he held a large lego set, popping around the corner with it with his mouth opened. you smiled brightly, seeing the heads of other boys pop up behind him.

in comes mingi, wearing a silly pair of glasses as he quietly tries to dance. he has coffee, the ice sloshing around which makes 𝐡𝐰𝐚 twitch, him and 𝐡𝐰𝐚’s favorite drinks coming into your very home.

san comes around the corner, a star wars saber adoring his back. he pretended to hit mingi with it as yunho came up behind them trying to get them to be quiet. this was all so sudden? all you did was text hongjoong about how was 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚 feeling.

yunho had three of him and 𝐡𝐰𝐚’𝐬 favorite games to play at the dorm in his hand, setting them down on the night stand, and yeosang had brought… keys? when the keys shook, jongho popped out the corner, but 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚’𝐬 head also popped up from your chest. he looked at them confusingly and then at you, sitting up right away with a smile.

“what’s… what’s happening?” his eyes immediately shoot to the lego set that hongjoong was holding, everyone walking over to him to give him his gifts.

“you know there’s a lot happening… and i’m sure this is a lot, right…” everyone looks at wooyoung with a dirty look for the sudden burst of energy and attention grabbing, “but i planned on being the entertainer today, so i had to gather… a person..” wooyoung rambles randomly with his hands out in the air, jongho walking away for a second to pull the other person into the room.

in comes 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚’𝐬 mom, a mask adorning her face most likely from the cold weather conditions. you could immediately hear him sob, his whole body crumbling to run to her embrace. you held your hands to your mouth, trying to stop the tears as hongjoong looked at you.

“thankyou.” you mouthwe to him, everyone looking at you with an appreciating smile.

“you express what he has issues expressing to us, we can all work together to make him feel okay. even if it’s just for a little while.” you sit up to hug joong, as he send a small side kiss to the cheek for your efforts.

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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Geto training with his favorite girl🤧

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seonghwalord · 9 months ago

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Mommy Issues (Seonghwea Smut MDNI)

Summary: What happens when you're cuddling your boyfriend and without thinking, you make a comment about another member of Ateez?

There is just filth under the cut, so MDNI brb I'm gonna go dunk myself in Holy Water

In hindsight, you never should’ve challenged your boyfriend like this. But god damn it was it fun.

All because of a damn TikTok. That cursed app got you in trouble so much, but what’s life without a little risk?

Nothing at the start of the evening was out of the norm after Seonghwa got off tour, cuddles while he played Animal Crossing and you doom scrolled TikTok.

Not remembering that you weren’t alone after months of that being the case, you spoke without thinking.

“Damn, those poor San stans, fuck!” You couldn’t help the blush that crawled up your cheeks at seeing your boyfriend’s friend get chained up before Wake Up.

“Come again?” Said boyfriend asked, a brow risen above his glasses.

“Nothing baby,” You patted his head, hoping it would help him forget the words that left your lips moments ago.

Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

“No, what did you just say kitten?” You gulped at the tone Seonghwa used. It was the one that he used when he meant business. And if that didn’t give it away, the use of the word kitten definitely made it crystal clear.

You shook your head, not wanting to awaken the possessive side of your boyfriend.

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you two so he was on top of you, your hands pinned above your head by one of his large hands.

“I think my kitten is being naughty. What do we do when she’s being naughty?”

“Punish her,” You mumbled, not wanting him to hear you.

“I’m sorry, speak up, I couldn’t hear you,” You shook your head. He grasped your chin in his other large hand.

“I said speak up,” His voice deepened as he slipped into his more dominant persona. The one that made you shake and cry for him either to stop or keep going.

“I don’t wanna,” You whimpered.

“Why not?” He demanded.

“Bcause,”

“Because why?”

“I don’t wanna get punished,” You finally gave him what he wanted. So he had heard you right. And from the look in his hard almost black eyes, he had your punishment picked out.

“Pick a number over 5,”

“Eight,” He smiled a little, knowing why you picked that number. He sat you on his lap. His eyes tracking you like a panther waiting for his prey to enter the trap.

“Bend over Kitten,” You obeyed, resting your belly on your boyfriend’s lap with your ass in the air.

“Good girl,” He purred before ripping your lounge pants down your legs, knowing full well that you weren’t wearing panties since you two were originally winding down for bed after your shower together.

“Count for me,” You nodded.

Smack

“1,” Your voice was clear in his ears, despite the handprint that was starting to become visible.

Smack

“2,”

Smack

“3,” Your voice started to waver a bit as you felt his large hand start to sting.

Smack

“4,” It started to burn now, making a tear leave your eyes.

“You’re halfway there baby girl,” He switched hands as his first hand started to now sting from spanking you as hard as he could.

Smack

“5,”

Smack

“6,” Your voice wavered as the smacks started to reverberate and spread to the place you now needed him the most.

Smack

“7,”

“You can take one more. This is your punishment, not mine. And you picked the number, not me,”

Smack

“8,”

“Good girl,” He slowly started to massage your now cherry red ass.

“You might as well ride me, Kitten. Since you can’t lay back,” He leaned back, patting his lap, where his cock was strained against his gray sweats.

You swung your legs to straddle him, determined to mess with his head and drive him insane.

“Gotta get rid of these,”

“Who’s the boss here, you or me? Huh? Who was the one being a little slut on TikTok. Looking at someone other than me,” He punctuated every sentence with a roll of his hips, the friction on your bare core making your head swim.

“You, and I was the bad one,” You whimpered.

“Yes, you were being a bad girl kitten. Now for your punishment,”

“You spanked me! Wasn’t that punishment?”

“That was only part of it. Now’s when the punishment really begins.You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,”

“Okay but no using your tongue. That’s not punishment, that’s torture,” he grasped your chin in one of his large hands again, forcing you to lok him in the eyes.

“First off, who made you think you were in charge of your own punishment? And secondly, who said anything about eating that pretty pussy? But now that you mention it,” he got a devious smirk over his plump lips.

Oh shit!

“If it keeps your eyes from wandering, what’s pleasure without a little suffering? Plus I’m starving,” he growled as he threw you onto the bed, crawling up your body, lapping at your legs. As he got to your thighs, he started to suck harder, even biting a bit. At least enough to give you that sweet mix of pain and pleasure that you oh so craved while he was on tour. You moaned as he inched closer and closer to your heat.

Nothing compared to how your boyfriend ate you out, knowing exactly what areas to put more pressure on than others in order to send you to the heavens. Your hands flew to his hair, wrapping it tightly in your face, making a moan leave Seonghwa’s puffy pink lips.

The moans from him caused a vibration to rub on your pearl, making your own moan rip through the air, and your back to arch.

You were only stopped from him putting one of his large hands on your stomach to keep you still. When he introduced his long dexterous fingers to the mix, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Without warning, he stood up, stripping off his own lounge pants.

“I want to feel you cum on me,” He explained before entrapping your lips in a heated kiss. One where he dominated, and you let him. Seeing as you trying to avoid it was what got you partially in this predicament in the first place.

In record timing, he had his pants down, his cock springing free: red and angry from being hard for so long without release. As quick as he was off you, he was back on you, slipping into your damp heat.

With how long he was on tour, you had to take a second to reacquaint yourself with how big he was.

“Fuck Kitten! You’re so tight. I’m almost afraid to move. Almost,” he smirked before pulling your lips into another kiss and rocking his hips. You had to grasp his hair in your hands. You needed to pull on something, and your boyfriend’s silky jet black locks worked perfectly.

“I can tell you’re close Kitten. Cum for me,” He ordered and it was like you were pulled down in the tidal wave of pleasure at his words, not realizing how much you both needed this.

“Atta girl, Just keep listening to me Kitten,” He acted as your lifeboat in the tidal wave, keeping you grounded to your body.

“F-Fuck!” He hissed before you could finally make out his contorted features as he let his own pleasure fill him before filling you to the brim.

Once you both were back on Earth, the first thing Hwa saw was you running your fingers through his silky locks.

“I love you,” You whispered as his eyes fluttered and he could slowly piece together all of your features. The sex hair leading to the look of bliss in your eyes, and finally, all of the hickeys he left on your skin.

You attempted to stand to get water for both of you and some baby wipes to clean up. Except your legs weren’t cooperating.

“Damn Hwa, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for a bit,” You giggled and he chuckled, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’ve got you Kitten,” He told you before throwing a robe on and getting the recoup items.

“It’ll make you think twice about looking at San, right?” He chuckled, handing you the water bottle.

“I don’t know, seeing you get all possessive was kinda fucking hot,”

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