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hwaightme · 9 months

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Cat named Mars (catboy!hwa hcs)

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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bro-atz · 4 months

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Are you sure there's not gonna be part 2 for Dancing With The Devil??😭 Because that's the best thing I've ever read I'm not kidding 😭

succumbing to the angel

in which: seonghwa's newest client saved your life because the client has a new target for him.

pair: assassin!seonghwa/afab!reader

word count: 7k

content: angst(?), smut, bedroom sex, suspense, murder, sub!hwa yummy, slightly sadistic (but not really), (light) bdsm, plot twists?, completely consensual (sex)!

author's note: the way my brain exploded coming up w the concept for a pt. 2 like not toot my own horn but i'm a fucking genius— anon you are so so so lucky that my singular brain cell was working the day you sent this HAHA so this part is... this is... well... you'll see. enjoy :-) also do listen to arriba while you read this one

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! network: @cromernet part one | part two

“Mr. Kim?”

“Yes. Come with me.”

The two walked to Mr. Kim’s office, the door immediately closing behind them. The two sat on couches opposite each other, eyes locked on one another.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Kim Hongjoong?”

“I need you to kill Mr. Song Mingi.”

Seonghwa exhaled deeply as he leaned back into the couch. He narrowed his eyes and crossed one leg over the other, staring the lawyer in front of him down.

“You want me to kill Mr. Song.”

“That’s right.”

“Is that why you asked me to keep Y/N alive?”

“Correct.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Gripping the gun, Seonghwa was milliseconds away from pulling the trigger when his phone rang. His tense grip immediately loosened. He looked at your crying face, the phone continuing to ring. Fuck it, he decided he would answer the call then kill you, so he picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Park Seonghwa?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Kim Hongjoong. You have Attorney Y/N with you right now, don’t you?”

Seonghwa looked at you with a dark glint, making you flinch. You couldn’t tell if he was glaring at you or what, but the look on his face definitely scared the shit out of you.

“…Why are you calling, Mr. Kim?”

“Don’t kill her.”

“What?”

His eyes widened, and the grimace on his face turned into confusion. You, unable to hear the phone call, stared at his changing expression in fear.

“Don’t kill Y/N.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to explain over the phone like this. Meet me at my office tomorrow, and I’ll explain. Just don’t kill her. Please.”

The expression on Seonghwa’s face softened. He looked at you again, but he had returned to the man that had made love to you, not the man that was hired to kill you. Still, you kept your guard up as you watched him set his gun aside and take a step away from you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Kim.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“What?”

“Report to Mr. Song Mingi that you killed her. I know that he’s the one who hired you to kill her.”

“…Alright.”

“Good. See you tomorrow, Mr. Park.”

Seonghwa hung up and let out a little sigh. He set his phone side before looking at you. Your tears had stopped by that point, but you were still shocked as hell. You remained looking at him with a gaping jaw as he disappeared into the other room. He returned with your clothes and other clothes of his for you to be able to change into. After setting everything on the bed, Seonghwa made his way out of the room, only to stop right as he got to the door frame.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, barely turning his head to attempt to look at you. “But consider yourself lucky, angel.”

Then, he fully left, leaving you alone in his bedroom for the rest of the night.

“So, here’s the deal, Mr. Park. You keep her alive, keep the money from Mingi, kill Mingi, then get more money from me. It’s a much better deal, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed. His face remained stoic as he pondered the offer that the lawyer was making him, uncertainty swirling around in his head.

“Okay, how much did Mingi give you?” Hongjoong asked.

Holding out his hand for a pen and paper, Seonghwa leaned forward, and Hongjoong provided those things for him. He quickly scribbled down the same number he had for Mingi, folded it, and then slid it to Hongjoong. Immediately upon opening the slip, Hongjoong scoffed lightly.

“This much? Really? Okay, well, I’ll double it. Consider it fees for keeping Y/N alive and killing Mingi. Sound good?”

Seonghwa wanted to immediately jump at the offer— three times the money for one small amount of drama? Fuck yes, he’ll fucking take that deal. But, he had to remain professional. Suppressing his delight, he cleared his throat and said, “Alright,” as monotonously as he possibly could.

The two men held their hands out and shook on the deal. They remained seated as Seonghwa had a couple more questions for the lawyer.

“When do you need this done by?”

“About two weeks from today?” Hongjoong thought aloud.

“Why so late?”

“There are preparations I need to make, Mr. Park. He is, after all, the other managing partner of this firm.”

“I see,” Seonghwa acknowledged, not really giving a shit about the world of corporate law. “You just give me the green light. I’ll keep an eye on his activity for now.”

Seonghwa stood up, then Hongjoong. The shook hands one more time before Seonghwa started for the office door.

“Oh, by the way,” Hongjoong’s voice stopped him. “Where is Y/N right now?”

Seonghwa got back from the law firm around noon, and his place was seemingly empty. He immediately walked towards his bedroom to see you sleeping in his bed— the events of the night prior completely wiped you out, and he didn’t blame you because he would’ve probably reacted the same way had he been in your shoes.

He approached the bed and sat next to you, his curious eyes observing every little thing about you. He saw that your eyes were swollen (thanks to him making you cry out of pleasure and fear all night long), that your cheeks were rosy, and that even while sleeping deeply, you still looked like a fucking angel to him. With the straightest face— not that you could see his expression even if he made one— he brushed your hair lightly away from your face and left a light kiss on your temple, the same temple that he pressed the barrel of his gun against. With that, he got up and left his room to go make dinner.

You, meanwhile, pretended to be asleep the second you heard the front door open and shut. Your face immediately went ablaze as soon as Seonghwa left the room. On one had, you wanted to fear the man because, well, fuck. He tried to fucking kill you. He was going to had Hongjoong not called and saved your ass. On the other hand, you were insanely attracted to him and his delicate touch. You wanted him to take you in his arms and make sweet passionate love that left you completely annihilated over and over again. Then again, they do say that scared is the best way to be horny. Maybe the thought of you dying in the hands of this man made you even more attracted to him— what the fuck were you thinking about? God, what was this man doing to your sanity?

You quickly shook your head and tried to get rid of all the weird thoughts before mustering up whatever strength you had in your wrecked body to get out of his bed. With the duvet wrapped around you, you shuffled into the kitchen, the smell of good food immediately hitting your nose.

Seonghwa, who heard the rustling of the duvet when you stepped, turned and said to you, “Oh, good, you’re awake.”

You offered him half a nod, to which he responded, “Sit. I’ll get you a plate when it’s done.”

Doing as he said, you sat at the dining table and waited in your duvet cocoon. You watched Seonghwa skillfully work his way around the kitchen for a solid minute or so before asking the question that had been burning in your mind ever since the previous night, “If Hongjoong didn’t call, were you really going to kill me?”

Immediately, the man froze. He turned the stove off and stopped cooking entirely to face you and answer you honestly.

“Yes.”

“Did you want to kill me?”

“No! Not at all,” Seonghwa replied without missing a beat.

“So it really was about the job for you,” you said softly.

“That’s right. Honestly, Y/N, you have to believe me when I say this, but if I didn’t have any feelings for you, then I wouldn’t have even slept with you in the first place.”

You nodded and let the information sink in. The realization that you were seconds from death had your lawyer friend not called in time still sent you spiraling. A tear slipped out of your eye as your brain went wild overanalyzing everything, scaring Seonghwa in the process. He rushed to your side and knelt by you while saying sincerely, “W-why are you crying? Oh my God, I’m sorry! I mean it when I say I didn’t want to kill you! I—”

“No, it’s not that,” you explained. “I’m just relieved that… That Hongjoong called in time. He told me he knew that Mingi hired someone to kill me, but I didn’t realize that it was going to be you.”

Guilt crossed Seonghwa’s face briefly before you continued, “Joong and I were working together to expose Mingi for his crimes because we wanted to take him down without hurting Joong’s firm. I was doing a lot of the heavy work because if Joong was seen doing it, then it would’ve made everything go to shit because Mingi would’ve just called a meeting with… That’s not the point. The point is that Mingi hired you to kill me, and we never thought he would stoop so low.”

“So…” Seonghwa asked slowly, “You’re not upset?”

“What the fuck? Of course I’m upset! I’m just not upset with you… You were doing your job, so how could I be mad about that?”

That’s right, he was just doing his job. Seonghwa pressed his lips together and nodded briefly before going back to finish making dinner. You continued to ask him questions as he continued cooking.

“So, what are you going to do with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to stay in hiding until he’s dead, so will you help me sneak out of your place and back into mine—”

“No,” he interrupted. “You’re staying right here. It’s too dangerous to go out. Don’t even think about it.”

“So I’m your hostage,” you said with confidence.

“What?! No—”

“Relax!” you laughed at the poor man when you saw the frightened look on his face. “I’m just messing with you. I’ll stay here as long as you promise not to hurt or kill me. But, I need a couple of things if I’m going to live here for a bit.”

After you told him exactly what you wanted and needed from him, Seonghwa made all the arrangements. He brought you your clothes, your toiletries, and whatever else you asked him to grab for you from your apartment. So, you slept comfortably in his bed that night in a fresh pair of panties and a thin shirt since it was so goddamn hot outside and in his place.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, decided to sleep on the couch. He wanted to give you space because you were definitely still sore about the fact that he, well, nearly killed you.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. He kept seeing the look of completely and utter fear as he held the gun at your head, and the guilt just piled on. You weren’t dead, and he didn’t kill you, but the fact that he was going to still haunted him. At some point, with the way his brain was processing all of the information, he wondered if he felt guilty that he didn’t finish the job because he always finished the job. He didn’t know what it was that was making him feel so guilty.

With a sigh, Seonghwa rolled off the couch and made his way quietly into his room. He saw you lying in bed with the duvet barely covering any part of your body, and you were completely knocked out. He couldn’t help but eye you up and down as you slept— you were so beautiful, so sexy on a normal basis, but you were still so incredibly attractive while asleep? He couldn’t believe it.

Stretching in your sleep, you turned in the bed, the duvet completely slipping off you to reveal your barely clothed figure. Your thin shirt was riding up, and your nipples were poking through the white fabric, and Seonghwa got the most perfect shot of you, the sleeping beauty. It was such a perfect shot, in fact, that all the blood rushed right down to his cock.

Quickly, Seonghwa rushed to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, pulled his dick out and held the end of his shirt in mouth as he began to lightly stroke himself. He was so embarrassed in that moment, that seeing you sleeping like that was enough to drive him crazy. The way you looked the night he fucked you kept flashing in his mind, and his strokes rapidly sped up. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, the look of fear in your eyes flashing in his mind, and that was it. With a muffled groan, Seonghwa came into his hand, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his entire body shaking as his orgasm completely overtook him.

It took a minute or so for him to cool down, and the second the tiniest bit of his sanity returned, he saw that he creamed all over his hand, and it was a lot. Seonghwa sighed deeply at the sight, his entire body slumping in disappointment.

“Fuck.”

Seonghwa, true to his word, spent the day observing Mingi to figure out his daily routine— things that Seonghwa had to do in order to quietly and successfully kill his target. So, by the time he got home that day, it was almost ten at night. And, he returned to see you sitting in the kitchen with your legs crossed and your arms crossed over your chest.

Upon seeing you, Seonghwa got completely confused. You were wearing one of your work pantsuits, leaving him to wonder if he even brought one of those back for you when he went to pick up your belongings. That, and your eyebrows knitted together with the intensity in your body language sent shivers down his spine. For a brief moment, Seonghwa actually wondered if you were going to kill him.

“Is… Is everything okay?” Seonghwa asked slowly.

“I take it back. I am mad at you,” you bit out.

“Huh? For what? Why?”

“Seonghwa,” you said coldly, sending shivers down the man’s spine. “You were planning on killing me, so you used sex as the lure to get me alone. That’s fucked up.”

“No, wait, hold on,” Seonghwa spluttered. “I said I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t have feelings for you—”

“That doesn’t matter. You were going to kill me, so why did you think it was right of you to fuck me? What, was it like some sort of final meal or something? One last good fuck before it was bye-bye?”

“Y/N, that’s not it at all.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

Seonghwa was rendered mute. He didn’t know how to respond— his feelings for you were too complicated to explain, and he was scared of setting you off by saying the wrong thing, so he thought silence was the best option.

“Are you interested in me, Seonghwa?” you tilted your head and asked him, your legs still crossed and your arms still crossed over your chest.

“I am attracted to you… And there are feelings there…” was the best way he could explain himself.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you are attracted to me and that you have feelings for me. Because right now, I’m having a hard time believing that you didn’t intend to use sex as a weapon.”

With a soft sigh, Seonghwa locked eyes with you and asked, “How do I prove something like that?”

You smirked. You were hoping he’d ask that. You bit your lower lip and scanned him head to toe before responding, “Let me have my way with you. I think an even exchange of fear is only fair. If you let me treat you the same way you treated me, then I’ll believe you.”

Seonghwa barely agreed before you immediately whisked him away, and next thing he knew, he was tied down to his own bed with rope— where the hell did you get rope from?— wearing absolutely nothing. Not going to lie, he’s very confused, but he’s also a little embarrassed because he is completely naked and splayed out like a starfish.

“Alright, let me lay down a couple of ground rules,” you told the man after finishing up with the knot on the last rope and dusting your hands. “One: I will not physically hurt you in any way, like I won’t make you bleed, and the only bruises you’ll get are hickeys, so you better endure everything. Two: you need to take everything like a good boy— no complaining. Three: keep your eyes on me at all times. Four: you better beg and plead and cry and scream my name. Got it?”

The ground rules alone were enough for Seonghwa to regret many, many things in life. But, he had to listen to you in order to keep his money, job, and life; and if he didn’t, then you, Hongjoong, and Mingi would ruin him. Biting his lip, he looked at you and nodded in response.

“Good boy.”

That praise should not have been enough to fully erect his penis, but within seconds, it was firm and standing tall.

“Wow,” you commented as you watched his cock throb and twitch. “You like being called “good boy,” huh?”

Seonghwa’s face was completely red— not only was he turned on to the max, but he was also embarrassed as hell. He looked away from you, unable to maintain any sort of eye contact with you at that moment.

“Hey,” you grabbed Seonghwa’s face by his cheeks with one hand and turned his head to face you. “What did I say? Keep your eyes on me at all times, got it?”

Seonghwa nodded and kept his eyes on you as you stepped away from the bed.

What you wanted, what you really wanted more than scaring him and denying his orgasm, was to milk him dry. You wanted him to just keep cumming and let the pleasure drive him insane. Rather than make him fear, you wanted to drive him insane the same way overthinking him fucking you then nearly killing you drove you insane.

Making sure you were within his line of sight, you began to strip. You, still in your pantsuit, took the jacket off first and tossed it aside. Your pants were the next to go, leaving your button-up now untucked and covering a good portion of your waist and ass, hiding your panties.

You could see Seonghwa gulp— he was salivating like a fucking dog at the sight of you stripping, and you loved it. So, excruciatingly slowly, you unbuttoned the shirt one by one, revealing the prettiest grey, lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. You watched with an amused smile as he gulped again when you tossed your shirt aside.

“Do you have something you would like to say, Seonghwa?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seonghwa groaned out. “You look so fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy, so fucking hot— fuck, Y/N! You’re driving me insane.”

You smiled. Good.

The second you climbed onto the bed, you straddled him, your ass facing his face. When you bent down, Seonghwa got a lovely view of your ass, and he wanted so badly to hook his finger in your G-string and snap it back onto your skin, but alas, he was still tied up. A soft little whine escaped his lips.

You, on the other hand, had your hands full with his cock leaking precum like anything. You ran your finger along the length in attempt to clean up all the precum that had trickled down, sending the man below you into a trembling fit.

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you heard Seonghwa hiss the longer you teased him.

It definitely did not help him when you decided to move backwards, your ass wiggling as you moved. He was losing his goddamn mind by that point and pushed the back of his head as far as he could into the pillow when your nail scratched teasingly at his head, a long sigh leaving his chest.

“Alright, Seonghwa,” you instructed softly. “I want you to eat me out, okay?”

With one hand, you slipped the panties off, your hand still clenching Seonghwa’s dick firmly. And slowly, you lowered your ass, your pussy nearing his face. The second your wet cunt got low enough, you felt his eager tongue ready to wreck havoc. You completely shivered when you felt him suck intensely on your clit, the sound of his slurps echoing in the room.

As Seonghwa went to town on your cunt, you began pumping his cock. Lowering yourself, you took the tip in and out of your mouth, teasing the shit out of him. You could hear him let out little grunts in between his slurps, and when you squeezed his cock with the tiniest bit of force, a noise of surprise accompanied his entire body jolting. His moans continued to sound in the room, and based off the way his dick was reacting, you knew he was close. You moved away from his face and pumped him a couple more times before Seonghwa let out the loudest groan and came.

But that was only his first orgasm of the night.

Just as his dick was about to go limp again, you cooed and pet his thigh while saying, “Good boy.”

Seonghwa shivered, and immediately, his cock became rock hard once again. You held back a laugh as you watched his reaction to your tiniest bit of praise— here was the man making you scream and cry and fear for his life getting completely hard all because you called him a good fucking boy. With a smirk, you shifted on the bed towards his face and said jokingly, “I feel like you’re gonna cum if I just keep calling you a good boy.”

Eyes fluttering, Seonghwa bit his lower lip, sending blood rushing through your body. He was so fucking hot when he smirked or bit his lower lip— heck, his lips themselves were so beautiful and plump that anything his lips did would turn you on.

You straddled him once again, this time facing him. You wiped your slick off his mouth and asked him gently, “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Good boy.”

Fuck. Seonghwa’s body trembled yet again, and this time, it looked like his cock was just ready to burst. He had to break one of your rules and squeeze his eyes shut to keep it together, so he didn’t realize that you were going to kiss him until he felt your lips overtake his. God, he forgot what an amazing kisser you were and got drawn into you completely. Your kisses were very intense, but they were nonintrusive, which made the man really want to use his hands so he could hold you close and push his tongue forcefully into your mouth and nearly down your throat, but he couldn’t do that. At least you were doing what he liked most and sucked hard on his lower lip until stars filled his vision, and the stars only accumulated when he felt you rub your cunt against his erect dick.

“Ngh, angel, I’m cumming!” he moaned against your lips.

And within seconds of saying that, you felt his cock shudder and twitch as hot, white cum decorated your back and ass. Seonghwa panted heavily and his face was flushed when you leaned back. His hair was wet and matted to his forehead, and he looked so out of sorts that it really turned you on— that, and the fact that he called you angel again.

“Hwa?” you hummed.

“Yes?” Seonghwa responded, his eyes shut tightly still as he recovered from his high.

“Keep calling me angel.”

Seonghwa opened his eyes then to see that your face was right in front of his. After kissing your nose and giving you a light smile, he responded, “As you wish, angel.”

You couldn’t help but shiver as the sound of his voice calling you angel sent tingles through your body. “Good boy,” you intentionally said in response knowing that it would just turn him on all over again.

Now Seonghwa shivered. He so badly wanted to move his hands so he could hold you, but you still had him tied to the bed. With a little whine, Seonghwa begged, “Angel, please, I wanna touch you. Please untie me. Please.”

“No,” you answered curtly. “What did I tell you? Endure everything and no complaining. You need to repent for how you treated me.”

Immediately, Seonghwa lowered his gaze, guilt washing over him once more. He only felt that guilt for about half a second until you ran your hands down his chest, your fingers going over his nipples lightly. Seonghwa’s entire body jerked as he cried, “No, wait, Y/N, I— Oh! My— Fuck!”

He absolutely lost his mind when you sucked on one of his nipples and played with the other, your fingers flicking and lightly pressing it. All sorts of whines and cries left he depths of his soul the more you teased and sucked his nipples.

“Angh— Ang-el,” Seonghwa hiccuped. “I’m so close… Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please help… Help me cum please, please, please!”

“Mmm, what would you like me to do?” you mumbled, your lips still planted to his chest.

“R-rub—” he cut himself and inhaled sharply, the stars starting to fill his vision again. “Rub against me…”

And you did as he requested. You pushed your ass towards his cock and moved your ass up and down, completely rubbing your cunt against him again. It was déjà vu, honestly. You rubbed, he threw his head back, he groaned loudly, and his hot cum landed on your ass and back again. He was breathless again, and he looked horny and dazed again.

“Y/N…Angel…” Seonghwa panted.

“Yes?”

“Let me fuck you.”

“Hmm?”

“I wanna fill you up with my cock, please. I can’t wait any longer. Please, angel, please. I want you so fucking bad,” he begged, his mouth slightly salivating at the thought of fucking you.

“Aw, my good boy is begging like I told him to. Okay, I’ll let you put it in,” you finally conceded.

You grinned at the sight of Seonghwa getting hard again because you called him a good boy again. Climbing off the bed, you looked around his bedroom before asking, “Where are the condoms?”

“They should be in the first drawer in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” you nodded and went hunting for the condoms.

While you were gone, Seonghwa did his best to attempt to get out of the restraints, but you tied them up way too well. Nevertheless, he persisted right up until you emerged from the bathroom carrying the whole box. You peered inside and counted the number of condoms left.

“There aren’t that many left in here…” You approached him and leaned your face into his, your breath ticking his skin as you whispered, “So let’s finish all of them, okay?”

Seonghwa gulped nervously. He knew that there were only seven condoms left in the box— don’t ask him how he knows— but seven condoms meant that he was going to be milked dry, just as you secretly wanted.

Rolling the first one on him, you got on the bed and trapped him between your knees, your ass facing the man. His eyes nearly burned a hole through your ass as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. It only got more beautiful when you rubbed the tip of his penis against your folds before sitting down slowly. He got excited thinking he was going to get a glorious sight of your pussy swallowing his hard, thick cock, but instead, you only lowered yourself so much. You only allowed the tip to move in and out, teasing the shit out of him. Your ass jiggled with every move, and Seonghwa found it so hot to the point where he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Angel! Oh, God! I’m—”

The next thing both of you knew, the condom filled up. You turned and check, and sure enough, Seonghwa had cum, and it was a lot.

“Already?”

“Y-yeah,” Seonghwa whimpered.

“Aw, we just put that one on… But, that’s okay. Let’s replace it.”

By the second condom, you were done teasing him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You faced away from him again and sat down on his cock completely, a long, blissful exhale leaving Seonghwa’s soul. He only derived more pleasure when you clenched— you were not expecting his cock to go so deep into you that your pussy was bracing itself.

“Fucking— Y/N, you got so tight, fuck!”

You didn’t even bother responding; you were too busy trying to keep it together because goddamn, Seonghwa felt so good to the point where you were trembling. You were having such a hard time getting yourself to move, but you somehow mustered the strength to move. Seonghwa, seeing you struggle, decided to help you by thrusting upwards sharply, harshly.

“Oh! Oh Fuck!” you cried.

Seonghwa kept thrusting his hips up, barely giving you time to recover. You ended up clenching so hard that his vision went white and he unintentionally came. You felt him fill up the condom inside you, earning him a giggle from you.

“Did my good boy cum again?” you cooed knowing that your words would turn him on.

Within seconds, he got hard inside you again, and his face turned red in embarrassment. You climbed off him and turned to face him, your knees still on either side of him. You leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, a smile blossoming on your face as you saw him all hot and bothered.

“You seriously love being called a good boy, huh?”

“I… I dunno,” Seonghwa slurred while panting.

“Maybe it’s because you spend so much of your time being a bad boy acting all cocky with that devilish smirk of yours.”

You patted Seonghwa’s cheek before moving to replace his full condom. While doing so, you looked at him and said with a soft voice, “You’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you?”

“Very bad. Very, very bad,” Seonghwa was quick to agree.

“We need to punish bad boys, right?”

Tears in his eyes, the tied up man nodded and whined, “Punish me, angel. Punish this bad boy.”

An angelic smile appeared on your face as if you weren’t enough of an angel already, sending Seonghwa spiraling. You sent his heart racing, and he needed you to stop because, oh God, he was fucking obsessed. The obsession only intensified when you straddled him and faced him this time. You brushed your hair away from your face, and just seeing the curve of your body while your hair swayed made him want to cum again.

“You want to be a good boy, right?”

Seonghwa nodded fervidly, his hips twitching, his cock throbbing. You moved so that your breasts were right above him and lowered yourself enough for one of your nipples to reach his mouth.

“Suck my tits.”

Salivating, Seonghwa responded with a tiny nod before licking your breast then taking your nipple into his mouth. You bit your lower lip and tilted your head back as Seonghwa sucked like a baby, like the good boy he wants to be, like the good boy he is. He switched breasts after what felt like eons but was probably only a matter of mere seconds, and it was when he nibbled on your nipple that you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your breast left his mouth with a tiny pop. You reached behind you for his cock and positioned him. His cock slid into you, and you rode him, your hands pressing gently on his chest as you did so.

Seonghwa’s wrists were incredibly strained. He wanted so badly to hold your waist and move you and slam into you roughly, but you still did not want to untie the rope. You moved at a steady pace, and you rose and lowered your body, searching for the right position. You felt his cock push past your g-spot, your arms faltering and nearly dropping you onto Seonghwa’s torso. Muffled moans and cries echoed in the room as you fucked him in that position a couple more times before you came. You pushed down, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as you same, the sensations of you clenching and unclenching at random paces sending Seonghwa over the edge.

“Hnng, Fuck! Oh, angel! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His head flailed left and right and his hips bucked upwards as he tried his damn best to hold out on this orgasm— cumming so many times back to back made him a little light-headed, and there was no way he was going to pass out before fucking you the way he wanted to.

And yet, when you pushed his hair away from his forehead and eyes, kissed him, then slipped your tongue into his mouth, he folded. He came so fast and so hard, his loud groan shaking you to the very core.

“Y/N! Oh, God, please!” Seonghwa whined after collecting his sanity. “I can’t take it anymore— Please just let me fuck you already!”

Luckily for him, you were losing it. You desperately wanted him to fuck you senseless. So, wordlessly, you untied his legs then his arms. Seonghwa immediately sat up and held you in a tight embrace, his lips pressing so fucking hard against yours, making you feel like he was eating you alive. His fingers ran through your hair, and his hands gripped your flesh the more he kissed you.

“Oh my fucking God,” he hissed in between kisses. “Angel, I—”

Seonghwa’s breathing hitched when he felt you slip the filled condom off and stroke his slowly hardening cock.

“There are three more condoms left, Seonghwa,” you whispered sensually. “Come on. Fuck me hard. Fuck me to hell, you devil.”

Seonghwa shivered. His brain immediately flashed to the way you looked when he was literally about to kill you, and he so badly wanted to make you look like that again but want and desire in your eyes instead of fear.

“Okay, angel. I will.”

Before you could blink, Seonghwa had you kneeling on the bed, and with a fresh condom on, he entered, his waist immediately hitting your ass. He fucked you so hard that your entire body shifted on the bed with every thrust, and if that wasn’t enough, he slapped your ass sporadically, each slap making your ass redder. Tears streamed down your face as you cried in pleasure, the pain feeling more like pure bliss.

“You like that, angel, don’t you? You like the pain, don’t you?” Seonghwa growled.

“Ye-es! More!” you cried. “Abuse me like the devil you are!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll fuck you to the gates of hell, angel.”

Clenching your ass tightly, Seonghwa moved quickly. He rammed into you so hard that you felt his cock hit your cervix again, and pleasure completely washed over your body. Your thighs trembled and your moans got higher in pitch— you wanted to squirt so badly, but Seonghwa’s cock was blocking your release. He pressed his waist into your ass for a hot second before pulling out quickly, allowing you to squirt all over the bed. You trembled and cried loudly as you came, and your cries died into whimpers once your pussy stopped convulsing.

Watching you cum so hard made Seonghwa desperately want to cum, too. He re-entered and fucked you quickly and silly. He clenched your waist and pulled you as close to him as possible as he let out a loud groan and came, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and another orgasm overcoming you in the process.

After fully finished inside you in the condom, he pulled out, and you squirted yet again. Your upper body collapsed onto the bed trying desperately to give you more support during this second high. You whimpered and sighed when you felt yourself finish before rolling onto your back and panting, your teary eyes trying to focus on the ceiling as you did your best to calm down.

Seeing you all fucked out turned Seonghwa on more than you calling him a good boy— this was the look he wanted, and he fucking got it, but now, he wanted to keep that look on your face as he fucked you from above. He wanted to feel you scratch his back and arms and watch you writhe beneath him with tears continuing to run down your face. Grabbing you by your neck, he guided you until you were sitting up, then kissed you roughly. You held onto his shoulders and let yourself get swept away by his plush lips overtaking you.

“Don’t forget, angel,” Seonghwa said against your lips with a slight smirk. “We still have two condoms left.”

Seonghwa woke up first the next morning, and he woke up to a couple of things: one, he woke up to see that he had laid out new bedsheets; two, he woke up to see you in front of him. He was hugging you from behind, your bare back pressing against his bare chest. With a giddy smile on his face, he buried his face in the nook of your neck.

You, meanwhile, woke up when he started leaving light kisses on your neck, his fingers running along your stomach lightly and tickling you. “Mmm, tickles baby,” you mumbled, your voice still a little scratchy from screaming his name all night.

The man froze. Did… Did you just call him baby?

“Y/N…”

You turned in his arms and blinked the sleep out of your eyes to see his perfectly sculpted face in front of yours. You caressed his face as you whispered, “Good morning, handsome.”

“No, don’t call me handsome.”

“W-what?”

Taken aback, you fully woke up. You were confused— here the man was hugging and squeezing you to him, but he didn’t want you to call him handsome?

“You called me baby just now,” he said.

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. Do it again.”

“What?” you were extremely confused— what was he going on about?

“Call me baby.”

Stifling a laugh, you brushed his hair away from his face and held the back of his neck before saying, “Good morning, baby.”

“Mmm, that’s the stuff!”

Happily, he rubbed his nose into your neck, his hair and nose tickling you. You laughed out loud and pet the back of his head the more he buried his face into you, making Seonghwa’s heart flutter like crazy. He was obsessed with your laugh, your fucking angelic laugh. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he could admit to himself that yes, he was falling for you, and he was falling hard.

Holding you close, he peppered kisses along your jaw, neck, collarbones, and he was about to bury his face in your bosom when his phone rang.

“Dammit,” Seonghwa grumbled with a heavy sigh.

Ignoring the call, he pushed his face into your breasts anyway.

“Baby,” you said softly. “You should answer that…”

“Ugh, fine, only because you called me baby,” Seonghwa reluctantly let go of you.

You got a nice view of Seonghwa’s naked body when he climbed out of bed and answered his phone. You chewed on your lower lip as you observed his ass— his beautiful, round ass. You wanted to bite it, and you were going to get out of bed and do so until you heard Seonghwa answer the call.

“Mr. Kim?”

You could hear the Hongjoong on the other end. You could hear him, but barely.

“Today. Do it today.”

“Where should I go?”

“He’s going to go deep into the archives to bury evidence today, so go there. There are no cameras there, and a secret door to let you out of the building. You won’t get caught, I promise.”

“Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to shoot him…”

“I want you to fucking blow his brains up.”

“…Alright, but if I get caught, you better be my lawyer.”

“Okay, deal.”

With a light sigh, Seonghwa hung up and placed his phone screen down. To be completely honest, all he wanted to do that day was stay in and fuck you even more. But, he had a job to do.

“Was that Hongjoong?”

“Yeah. I have to do the job today.”

“Can I come with?” you asked eagerly as you sat up, the duvet tucked neatly under your arms.

“I don’t know—”

“No, let me tag along, please. I want him to know I’m still alive before you kill him. I wanna scare the shit outta him.”

Seonghwa worked it out in his head— Mingi was the person who originally hired him to kill you, and since he was about to kill Mingi, he didn’t see why not. He responded to you with a tiny nod, a grin spreading across your face.

“Also,” you stopped him before he could walk away and get ready. “Do we have time for a quickie before we go, baby?”

You were pushing all of the right buttons for the man and making him fall for you even more. God, you were seriously perfect for him.

“Oh my fucking God, I wish we did. You have no fucking idea how bad I wish we had time, angel, but we gotta go.”

Seonghwa had to bit his tongue and hold himself back when he saw the slight look of disappointment appear on your face. With an understanding nod, you got out of bed completely naked. You searched for your clothes, Seonghwa checking out your ass this time as you bent over. God fucking dammit, he wanted you oh so fucking badly. But, no. Work first, pleasure later.

You looked at the man with disgust as you watched him physically burying evidence. You didn’t know how on Earth Mingi could do such a thing with a clear conscious, especially after knowing he was working on a merger acquisition case that saved a small business from falling apart. You always knew that lawyers were two-faced pricks, but Mingi was the worst one of them.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and up to the man, who was hunched over a couple of boxes. He took a look at your shoes and looked up, all of the color draining from his face.

“W-w-what? Y/N… You…”

“Hello, Mingi.”

“You— You’re not dead?!”

“No.”

Mingi stood up suddenly, the color returning to his face, that color being red. “So that fucking asshole lied to me?!”

He lunged for you and nearly grabbed you, but you took a large step backwards, and Seonghwa kicked his knee in from behind, causing him to fall on and crush the boxes he was fiddling with. Seonghwa stepped on Mingi and put a lot of his weight on the flailing man, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe normally.

“I lied, yes,” Seonghwa admitted. “And it’s not like you’re going to be able to do anything about it because you’re my next target, Mr. Song Mingi.”

Seonghwa cocked his gun and pointed it right in between Mingi’s eyebrows.

“Wait, stop! Wait! Don’t—”

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Yay! The three friends together forever!

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THE GU SIBLINGS ARE FIGHTING I REPEAT THE GU SIBLINGS ARE FIGHTING

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hwalilac · 1 year

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Little Thing

⇴ pairing: park seonghwa x virgin!f!reader

⇴ genre: smut, fluff

⇴ words: 1.3k

⇴ warnings: reader is insecure, mentions of stretch marks, oral (f!receiving), unprotected, loss of virginity

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“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

You met each other at the local bar, moving it to your bedroom fairly quickly. It was a split second decision, not one you’ve ever made before, never bringing anyone home before. He was so pretty, like the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. His eyes were incredibly hypnotizing. You soon came to find out how his voice was too.

He led you in your apartment by your back, the prospect of what’s about to happen lingering in your mind. You’ve never had sex before. And honestly it’s scaring you how quickly you’re willing to give it up to him. Your body, your first time.

His hands were all over you the second you got to your bedroom, hands gripping your waist tightly, not wanting to let go. You bet he’s possessive. He pushes you into your room, you backing up towards the bed, sitting down. Now that you’re almost getting to the point, you’re starting to get a bit nervous. You didn’t wanna ruin the mood, but you also didn’t wanna withhold stuff.

“Seonghwa?” you ask quietly, your voice sounding so sweet to him. “Yes angel?” he smiles. You blush at the nickname.

“I’m a virgin.”

He looks at you with shock on his face, stunned that a virgin would want a one night stand. He’s never been the type to take advantage of someone, so he can’t help but ask if you’re okay with this. A part of him secretly wishes you say yes, as he’s dying to take you and make your sweet little face twist into one of pleasure and ecstasy.

You of course say yes, you wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity to spend a night with him. “Lay down angel,” he quietly demands. You shakily lay down, letting out a quick breath you were holding in. He thinks it’s so cute how nervous you are. He won’t tell you that though, for fear your face would get even redder than it is now.

He stalks towards you, touching your thigh as soon as it’s in range of his cold hands. You shiver, the feeling startling you. You look up at the ceiling, waiting for him to touch you further. His other hand comes up to your shirt, sliding it under and squeezing your bare waist. He slowly pulls down your skirt, fingers dragging down your legs. You quickly pull off your shirt to help him out.

“Good girl.”

You look down at him to see his eyes looking to your thighs, then to your breasts, admiring your body. “Can I take these off?” he asks, putting his fingers into the band of your underwear. You blush but nod, looking anywhere but him.

His eyes immediately go to your core, fingers twitching to feel the obvious wetness twinkling from the moonlight. You look delectable, laying there all innocently, waiting for his next move. He leans down and just stares straight at your pussy. You can’t help but blush even harder, feeling quite exposed to him. “Seong-” you’re about to ask him what’s wrong when you feel him dive into your cunt.

The feeling is incredible. His warm tongue laps at your clit, sucking and making you moan so loud. You’ve never felt this before, and he’s so fucking good. You grip the sheets, pulling them into your fists. “Hwa,” you whimper. The nickname makes him groan into your cunt.

“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

Seonghwa pumps his fingers in and out, slowly pushing out your wetness and dripping onto the sheets. “Gotta open you up for my fat fuckin’ cock baby. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He leans back and sees how fucked out you are. He can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s doing this to you, not anyone else.

He crawls onto the bed, hovering over your already sweaty body. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. All innocent for me. So good.” He looks down at your breasts, and he can’t help but rip them off. You gasp, him ripping your bra in half shocking you.

“Seonghwa that was brand new!” you yell, mouth agape. He laughs in his cute way before leaning down and sucking a bud into his mouth. Your mouth drops back open even wider this time. The feeling wasn’t as good as him on your cunt, but your body is so sensitive that even this feels so good.

You can’t help but reach up and grab his hair, holding him there. You would be too shy to do this if it weren’t for the good amount of alcohol in your blood. He travels his kisses up to your neck, licking and sucking, placing marks along with every kiss. He then travels his kisses back down your stomach, along your stretch marks.

“So pretty, so so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. You fight the urge to tear up. You never thought a man would admire your marks like he is right now. He traces every mark, admiring and kissing each one of them.

He gets back up off the bed, and starts taking his pants off. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel, angel.” The way you’re looking at him with your doe eyes is making him weak, but also making him want to destroy you. Make you cum so hard that the neighbors will hear your screams and moans.

He lines up his hard, dripping with pre-cum cock to your tight hole, and checks to see if you’re ready. You nod, so eager to feel him. He pushes in, and your immediately groan at the shear size of him. It’s a little painful, but he soothes you by rubbing your arms up and down, kissing you neck as well.

He thrusts deeply, hitting a spot that makes you lunge forward, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t help but reach for him. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you. You need something to ground you, because you think you might lose it.

He goes harder and harder, making the bed shake. The feeling is so hard to describe, as it’s nothing you’ve ever felt before. Pure pleasure. All you can think about is how good this feels. You try to voice to him that it feels amazing but all that can come out of your mouth is mumbles. “Aw, is my angel being fucked dumb by my big cock? You too dumb to speak?”

You’re so overwhelmed with everything happening, his cock slamming into you, his dirty works, his fingers on your nipples. You feel something warm in your stomach, something hurtling towards you at such a quick pace. “Hwa s-something feels w- ah- weird !!” you warn. But he doesn’t listen, he just keeps fucking you, moaning and groaning at every thrust.

You finally feel it, the sensation hitting you like a truck. You mouth drops open in a silent moan, your eyes leaking tears at how good it feels, overwhelming you. He quickly pulls out when you clench down on him, cumming on the sheets in between your legs.

“So good for me baby, what a good girl you are,” he praises again. He leans forward and kisses you, his lips so soft and sweet tasting. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to start cleaning you up. As soon as your clean, he starts putting his boxers on.

You’re thinking he’s gonna leave you here, alone, which makes your heart drop. But you’re surprised when he turns around and jumps on the bed next you and helps get your bra and panties back on. He grabs your body and pulls you half onto him, making your your nice and cozy in his arms.

“You didn’t think I was gonna leave after taking your virginity and spending an amazing night with you? Did you?” he looks at you with the softest eyes. You nod, but smile, glad he’s staying.

“So… when’s our first date?”

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[player 1117] ── 0002 friendship blossoms

💌 parings: obessive!gamecharacters!ateez x villainess!oc (ft. txt) 💌 genre: royal fantasy au, obessive & dark romance, eventual smut. 💌 contains: none 💌 word count: 1.7k words

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

To say that Kim Hongjoong is a menace is an understatement.

That person is a whole package of nightmare.

"Does the Star of Eternity not welcome me like this?" Hongjoong said in mock disappointment as you resisted the urge to smack the teacup into his face. In the game, Hongjoong is dangerous; he's fatal. But the Hongjoong in front of you is childish and plain annoying.

"Of course not, your Highness." You said through gritted teeth. You were sitting in the greenhouse, enjoying your afternoon tea, when Hongjoong strolled in casually with Seonghwa like he owned the place. You had prayed that the flowers and plants would hide you, but the Crown Prince of Mist had already spotted you. "Take a seat, please.

Hongjoong sat down opposite you as a maid quickly served him tea. You glance at Seonghwa, who bowed. "Greetings to the Star of Eternity."

"Greetings, Attendant Park." You replied, inclining your head. You looked back at Hongjoong, who took a sip of his tea. "How did the Prince of Mist discover my greenhouse?" You asked as Hongjoong smirked.

Today, he dressed in a casual black suit, a ruby brooch on his chest. Rubied accessories dangled on his ears, and his hair was red and messy. Seonghwa, however, had his long hair tied up with a red ribbon. He wore a black choker with a red ruby and a black-and-red attendant outfit.

"Well, the Sun of Eternity did mention that I can visit this place... Unless the Star has anything to say herself?"

You're going to find Yeonjun and and destroy his swords. "Then enjoy your time here, Prince Hongjoong. Do excuse me." You stood up, curtsied and turned to leave.

"Wait, your Highness." You stopped in your tracks, turning back to look at Hongjoong. He stood up, Seonghwa pulling the chair behind him. "Would you like to walk with me in the gardens?"

Seonghwa walked, carefully maintaining the distance between him and the two of you. He watched as Hongjoong glanced at you as you focused on the road ahead.

"I changed my mind, Hwa. She is interesting." Hongjoong's words rang in Seonghwa's mind as he thought about their conversation yesterday. "I wonder who has been spreading those rumours about her, don't you, Hwa?"

"But if we don't attack Eternity and gain their land, how would we gain more for Mist?" Seonghwa had asked. He had been playing chess with the younger, and Hongjoong fiddled with the black pawn in his hand. No one would think that an twelve -year-old prince of Mist, on a friendly visit to Eternity, is thinking of how to defeat the kingdom.

"You know, Hwa." Hongjoong leaned forward, holding up the pawn in his hand. "War isn't the only way."

Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong's pawn landed on the chest board. He picked up his white pawn, knocking one of Hongjoong's rooks. "What does your Highness have in mind?"

Seonghwa's pawn is dangerously close to Hongjoong's king, but the young prince calmly picks up his queen. He looked up at Seonghwa, smirking.

"Marriage."

Seonghwa was shocked at first. Marriage? That was the last thing Seonghwa expected, coming from Hongjoong. But then, looking at you now, Seonghwa understood.

You're different from him and Hongjoong. You have grown up in a family of love, unlike them. You were innocent and carefree, spoilt dearly by your brothers. Whereas Hongjoong grew up in a hell where your kin is always planning to take your life, and Seonghwa grew up treated like dirt before Hongjoong had so graciously saved him.

You're like a bunny that had accidentally crossed the roads with a snake.

Two snakes.

He almost felt bad for you.

"I would like to reconcile with you, Princess." You hear Hongjoong say, and you pause, looking at him. "Reconcile?"

Hongjoong put his hand on his chest. "For my actions yesterday. I want to apologise to you again." He bowed his head. "That was very wrong of me to tease you. I hope we will be great friends with each other." He held out a hand, and you blinked.

What the heck? You eyed his offered hand, then back to his face. Is Hongjoong really this friendly? In the Otome game, Seonghwa had told Jiwon that Hongjoong had been cruel and cunning since he was young. Even as a child, he had executed many lives, including those who betrayed him.

Gingerly, you shook his hand. "Okay."

Hongjoong smiled at you. It wasn't a smirk like the one he wore when facing others. It was one that you see when you play Jiwon in Utopia. Sincere. Sweet. "I'm glad, Princess Y/n. Thank you." He said as you quickly let go of him, feeling the heat rush up your cheeks. Hongjoong reached into his suit, pulling out a box. "My mother told me to give you this as an apology."

He said, opening the box. You gasped. In it lies a silver bracelet with mini rubies adorning it. It is beautiful, and you can see the carvings of a snake on it, the crest of Mist. You took a step back, shaking your hands. "No, I can't take it..." You said, but Hongjoong pushed the box into your hand. "I insist."

In both of your lives, you have never been someone who takes gifts without returning something. Even if you are a princess in this current life, your parents and brothers encourage you to be a 'giver' rather than a 'taker'.

You looked at yourself. Today, you were wearing a dark green blouse paired with black pants. You have nothing to gift back to Hongjoong. "Give me a minute..." You told him, patting your pockets and prepared to run off, but he grabbed your arms, stopping you in time. "Wait!"

You turned back to him, confused. Hongjoong pointed at the ribbon in your hair. "How about you give me this in exchange?" He asked. You reached for the purple ribbon in your hair, removing it and putting it on Hongjoong's outstretched palm. "Here!"

Hongjoong stared at the ribbon for a while before turning around and passing it to Seonghwa. Next, he removed the bracelet from the box and slipped it onto your left wrist. You stared at it, your fingers lightly tracing the carvings. "This is so pretty..."

"Your Highness." One of your maids spoke. "It's time for your daily classes with Prince Beomgyu." She reminded, and you clapped your hands together. "You're right!" You looked at the watch on your other hand. "I'm going to be late if I don't go now... If you'll excuse me, Prince Hongjoong."

"I'll see you again?" Hongjoong's voice was hopeful. You gave him a bright smile and a firm nod before taking off.

Hongjoong watched you run off, the maids hurrying after you. He held on to the empty box, his smile disappearing. "Hwa," he called as Seonghwa stepped closer. "What d'you think will happen if she knows what this bracelet is?"

Seonghwa glanced at the empty box before casting his eyes down again. The gift Hongjoong had given was a secret treasure of the Mist. There are two bracelets: the master bracelet and the secondary bracelet. The secondary bracelet, the one that Hongjoong gave you, is a tracker filled with magic. Other than showing their location, it allows the wearer of the master bracelet to feel the wearer of the secondary bracelet's emotions. If the bond is strong enough, it can let them hear the wearer of the secondary bracelet's thoughts. "I'm not sure, your Highness."

Hongjoong touched his sleeve absentmindedly. Hidden under his right sleeve is an identical bracelet. "I'm just taking a precaution. Nothing would go wrong if I planned correctly." Seonghwa heard him mutter, and he remained silent.

"Give me the ribbon," Hongjoong commanded. Seonghwa held out the purple ribbon, and Hongjoong took it gently. He rubbed the silk material between his fingers possessively before tucking it into the front of his shirt. "Let's go."

In the next few weeks, as you spent more time with Hongjoong, you slowly changed your views about him. Sure, he may be the same person who killed the villainess Y/n every single time, but now, you're the Y/n here. You are not obsessed with him. You are not in love with him. And lastly, the both of you were still children.

And soon, it was time for Hongjoong and his mother to return to their kingdom. You stood behind Beomgyu, watching as your mother shook the Queen of Mist's hand and Hongjoong standing right behind his mother. You met his eyes and gave him a small wave, which he smiled and waved back.

The carriage was already waiting for the royalties of Mist, and you saw Seonghwa already inside one of them. To your surprise, Seonghwa was staring at you, and when you looked at him, he gave you a firm nod before looking away.

During the two weeks that Hongjoong was here, you have never talked to Seonghwa. In the Otome game, Seonghwa is the person Hongjoong trusts the most, even more than Wooyoung, his half-brother. Seonghwa is also gentle yet strict with Jiwon, teaching her the basic rules and etiquette a noble should have.

You quickly got rid of those thoughts in your mind. It's not like you will make Seonghwa fall in love with you or something. Because in the end, all the male love interests will love Jiwon, not you.

Something pokes your sides. You looked towards your left to see Beomgyu nudging you, pointing his chin towards the carriage. They are now leaving, it seems, as Hongjoong held your gaze through the window. As the driver hopped onto the front, you could only wave as the horses start to run, leaving dust in their wake.

"Aww, is our little Star missing her new friend already?" You hear Beomgyu tease, and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "Brother!"

"Don't tease y/n, you meanace!" Yeonjun hit the top of Beomgyu's head with his fist as Beomgyu yelped in pain. You see your parents sigh at their actions and Soobin shaking his head. You giggled as Beomgyu rubbed the spot. "Hyung! I'll bite you!"

"Here, Y/n, let's go in and leave these two here." Soobin extended a hand towards you, and you took it, following your parents back into the castle. You hear Yeonjun and Beomgyu squabbling behind you, and all thoughts about Hongjoong are gone.

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