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yeosangism · 1 year ago

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IM OBSSESSED (and a crying mess😔)

FLASH || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings/tags: Hospital patients Wooyoung and reader, inexperienced reader, mentions of sex, mentions of death, illness (cancer), major character death, Yunho is Y/N's favourite nurse, kinda friends to lovers, tell me if I forgot anything

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

ENJOY!

It all had gone by in a flash, your life. You wished you had appreciated it more. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't feel so desperate to get out of his hospital bed to make memories.

You sighed deeply. 'Did I deserve this?' you frequently asked yourself. You weren't a bad person, you were sure of that. But how could you accept that your breasts were the cause of all this mess.

"Good morning, Y/N, I see you're up already!"

The cheerful nurse Yunho never failed to make you smile, at least a little. "Yeah, I am, stupid birds won't stop chirping."

"Oh come on, it's spring, it's a good thing, a happy thing, right?" Yunho said, petting your head as he examined your stats.

"You have an appointment with dr. Nakamura at 3 to talk about your treatment right?" Yunho asked as he said next to your bed.

You had been here for a while, trying to treat the cancer with chemo, but nothing worked. Now, there was a big chance your breasts had to be amputated. It killed you. You don't know why you cared so much, but they were your breasts.

Heck, no one had even touched them yet, and they were taken away from you. Who would touch you now? Ever? Kiss you? You sighed.

"Yep, gonna have a man tell me my boobies will have to fly out the window," you said as you played with the bracelet on your wrist. Never give up, it said.

A bracelet your friend had made for you, before she passed away during her brain surgery. You missed her.

"Fly out the window? That'll be a bizarre and kind of nasty thing to see. Imagine you're walking out in the garden and suddenly there's a breast."

You couldn't help but laugh. Yunho always made you laugh.

Back in your room, you laid in your bed again, while your mother hung up some pictures of you and your friends on the board behind you, after you complained about the white hospital walls.

"Look, this is better isn't it?" your mother said as she was finished with the decorations. You gave her a weak smile, appreciating the help. But you didn't have the energy to give her a real one.

She kissed the top of your head and took her bag. "I'll have to go now, pick up your brother from his training, and cook...," she sighed. You knew she hated leaving you alone.

"I'm a grown up mom, I'll be fine, go home," you said as you kissed her cheek. You said your goodbyes and sighed deeply when the door closed, only for it to open again in a matter of seconds.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a little rest and quiet in here?" you sighed.

"Well, aren't you a sunshine."

An unfamiliar voice and it's laughter filled the emptyness of the room. You looked up, and your eyes were met by a lively boy, probably around your age.

His dark hair was parted in the middle, he had warm brown eyes that twinkled as he laughed and the fullest pink lips you'd ever seen on a guy.

He was pretty.

"Y/N, meet your new roommate, Jung Wooyoung," his nurse said.

"A roommate?" You were a bit confused.

"We figured you could use one," Yunho said as he appeared leaning against the doorframe, "now you won't have to feel lonely."

"So what's up with you?" Wooyoung asked one morning. It was the end of April, a time you used to love, but now all you could do was lay in your bed and stare out of the window.

You moved your head to look at Wooyoung, who was on the right side of the room, checking the photo's he made today on his camera. He loved taking pictures of everyone, he even took a few of you. He even joked that you were his muse.

"What's up with me?" you asked, unsure if he meant your mood or your illness.

"Why are you in here? I've been here for three days and I hadn't asked yet," Wooyoung answered, placing his Nintendo on the foot of his bed, paying his attention to you.

"Breast cancer," you admitted, "I have had a few chemo's but they did zero so they're removing both tomorrow."

Wooyoung's expression saddened. "I'm sorry, you must feel horrible right now."

You nodded, saying nothing more. You'd fall apart if you talked more about yourself. It was already hard to share it with your therapist.

"Why are you here?" you finally asked.

"Bladder cancer, and it has probably spread by now," he said, quite bluntly. "Spread? Where to?" you asked curiously. "They're not sure, but they're gonna run tests and examine me to see where it is now. I was declared clean a few months back but... you know, suddenly it's back and it's growing everywhere."

The two of you were silent for a while. "I'm sorry, Wooyoung, I hope you can get better," you said, truly meaning it.

"I don't think I will... thanks, though," he smiled.

A roommate sounded fun and you appreciated the company. But you didn't know Wooyoung would be this extremely loud kid.

You started to care about him, really, he was endearing and you had fun together, running through the halls, playing pranks on nurses (mostly Yunho) and sharing lifestories.

Tonight was a rather hot night. While it was only May it felt like a hot August night, but you refused to wear anything other than the big old sweater that was actually your brothers'.

Wooyoung and you were sat on your bed, just finished playing the card game Wooyoung taught you. You won from him already four times and he was over it.

"Aren't you hot?" Wooyoung asked as he ran his hands through his hair. Not as hot as that was. This is the first time you noticed your libido rising again in months. You didn't want to admit it was because of Wooyoung though.

"Of course I am."

"Then why do you have that sweater on?"

You rolled your eyes. You figured it was obvious why. "Because I have no boobs, Wooyoung," you sighed.

Wooyoung said nothing for a little while, understanding your struggle now. "That wouldn't bother me though, I'm an ass man." You couldn't help but laugh at that. "Good to know."

"You have a pretty nice ass."

You gasped. "You've looked?" Wooyoung laughed loudly, getting a glare from the cleaner in the hall. "Of course I looked, I'm a man, I have needs. I nearly wanted to photograph it."

"You have needs?" you laughed. "Hey I have a penis, I jerk off, I've had sex!"

"What's that like?" you asked, wondering. "Sex? You haven't...?"

You shook your head. "No I haven't had sex yet. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. No one wants to kiss the freak with cancer you know."

"Tell me about it," he sighed, "I haven't gotten laid in two years. Look, I had sex three times but I'm not bad! It's not like I'll give you cancer if I fuck you, that's not how it works," Wooyoung complained.

You grabbed the playing cards and put them back in their case, throwing them on the table on the other side of the room.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks."

A few hours later the two of you laid in bed, both unable to sleep. You shifted in your bed, being uncomfortable in the way too hot green sweater. Finally you gave in and took it off, leaving you in the striped tanktop you wore under it.

"Y/N?" you heard Wooyoung's voice call out. You felt caught. "Yeah?"

"I can give you your first kiss if you want? It doesn't have to mean anything. But who's a better match for a cancer kid than another cancer kid?" Wooyoung grinned.

You thought for a moment. "It's not a bad idea," you decided. Wooyoung wanted to get up, but you saw him struggling. He must be in pain, you thought.

You quickly got up and sat on his bed. You swallowed thickly, feeling nervous and exposed. He smiled softly as he saw your sweater off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before," he admitted.

His fingers brushed against your cheek and the arm around his waist pulled you closer. Softly, he placed his lips on yours. You felt electricity in your entire body, butterflies mixing with anxiety.

Your shaky lips moved against Wooyoung's plumper, certain ones. He took the lead, holding you, calming you down.

You kissed until you practically couldn't anymore, falling asleep in his arms.

Almost every night, over the past weeks, Wooyoung and you hung out together in bed, becoming best friends. Who kiss, apparently.

But tonight you noticed Wooyoung felt different, but you thought it may just be because of his conversation with his doctor earlier today, as he found out his cancer definitely was spreading, mostly to his lymph nodes.

The two of you went to bed earlier, falling asleep soon enough. But in the middle of the night you were awakened by Wooyoung's cries and whines, and you shot up immediately.

You saw Wooyoung's screaming face, wet from his tears. Your eyes widened when you saw blood and something that definitely smelled like urine. The nurses and his father were trying to calm him down, but Wooyoung seemed to be losing it completely.

Before you could get out of bed, they took him away, to God knows where. You stared at the spots of blood and urine on the floor. He must've lost control of his bladder by now. A cleaner soon came to clean the room, and you pretended to be asleep, while you couldn't even close your eyes for a few seconds.

Wooyoung returned the next day, he had been in surgery because the doctors had found internal bleeding, and they had to bring in a catheter.

He wasn't much like the usual bright Wooyoung, he was brooding, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Woo," you said as you got up from your bed and sat on his, nearly sitting on the line of his catheter.

"Hi," he said, looking away, he could barely look at you.

"I know you feel embarrassed..., but it's okay, there's no need to."

"I peed myself because I couldn't hold it in and... well, I'm gonna die."

You caressed his hair. "Wooyoung..."

You wanted to console him and hold him and tell him it was nonsense. But it's not nonsense and you both knew it. His cancer spread easily, as the doctors said it and there wasn't much they could do.

"You can't," you said, tearing up, "there's so much we still need to do. I need more, I need you to teach me more... and then do it a lot of times."

"You might wanna search for another cancer kid to give you dick," he tried to joke, but he couldn't laugh.

You just laid in bed together, knowing you had fallen in love but it could never happen. He wasn't gonna make it. And you had no idea what was gonna happen to you.

"But I want you."

The two of you looked at each other with tears in your eyes, not even noticing how both your parents stood in the doorway, watching the two of you fall deeply in love with each other.

The next night your mother sat down next to your bed when Wooyoung was getting washed up. "Sweetheart, I know you and Wooyoung have feelings-"

"Mom, they're not just feelings, I'm so... in love with him, it's unfair ma!" you yelled.

You didn't mean to yell. But what could you do? She kindly stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. ''You know you'll get hurt in the end, dear.''

''I don't care if I'll get hurt, I'd rather spend all my days with him until he's gone instead of never seeing him again while I know he's still here.''

''Okay, dear, it's okay, I'm not forbidding you anything, just... try not to romanticize it, it's hard taking care of a sick perso-''

You stared at her. ''It's hard taking care of a sick person? Like me? You know what's hard? Being sick,'' you protested. ''I know, I know, honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.''

You nodded, but you couldn't let it go. You hated feeling like a burden, but that's what you are, right?

''Hey, Y/N, shall we go outside and take pictures together?'' Wooyoung asked, already having his camera in his hand. You weren't totally in the mood, but seeing him getting up from his bed and sitting in his wheelchair. It broke your heart that you couldn't see him running around anymore. His legs got too weak, his body too tired.

You spend the entire afternoon in the July sun, taking pictures together and Wooyoung taking solo pictures of you, once again using you as his 'beautiful muse'.

At the end of the afternoon he was spent, although he didn't wanna admit it. His warm toned skin looked pale when he was helped back into his bed. He barely reacted to you any more, only giving you a slight smile.

In the days after that, you saw Wooyoung getting sicker, and sicker, while you were getting better, allowed to go home. Still, you came to see him every single day, spending time with him for as long as you could.

Some nights you snuck in to kiss him, feel his tongue in your neck and his hands on your ass, but at the end of the week he was out of breath too much, which made you realize his illness must be affecting his lungs by now.

''I love you,'' he breathed out weakly, his eyes filled with tears. ''I love you, Wooyoung, I'll be back tomorrow.'' You kissed him one last time, before going home.

The next morning you sat on the couch drinking a cold glass of milk. You finished your glass and put it right next to the plate with some leftover pancakes that you couldn't finish.

The livingroom door opened, making you look up. It was mrs. Jung together with your own mother. By the look on her face you already knew.

''Dear,'' she started as she sat down, ''I'm so sorry to tell you...''

''Don't... Don't tell me... Don't say it...'' you whispered.

''Wooyoung passed away in his sleep last night... He's gone, my dear,'' she spoke, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But you? You couldn't cry, you only felt empty.

Your mother and mrs. Jung held you tight, trying to console you. You looked at the time, 10:49, at the calendar, July 20th, and at the sky, blue, but with the brightest sun lighting up the world. Wooyoung.

Mrs. Jung placed Wooyoung's camera on the table. ''It's filled with photos of you, thought you'd like to keep this,'' she whispered, ''He wrote a letter a few days ago.'' Mrs. Jung handed you a pink envelope.

Your name was written in a glittery pen on the front, which made your hands shake. You opened it, pulling the letter out.

Y/N, my muse,

You have given me what no one else could

I feel unconditional love when I see your face

I always will, even from the beyond

Your lips were my heaven on earth

But from now on I'll be in heaven, far from you

I'll still watch over you always

So don't be afraid to love someone else

Don't forget to never give up

And don't forget about me

Yours,

Wooyoung

This time tears fell from your eyes, and they didn't stop.

They never truly stopped. You didn't want to accept it. The lively boy you knew, the boy you loved, he couldn't possibly be gone.

It had all gone by in a flash

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FALLEN ANGEL || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut, mild angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/Warnings: Fallen angel!Seonghwa, SexDemon!Reader, virgin!Seonghwa, unprotected sex, dirty language, oral sex, praise kink, degrading, sub!seonghwa, dom!reader

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno @therealcuppicake @unholywriters @enbymingi @jjoongstar

ENJOY!

‘’W-Who are you?,’’ the frightened little fallen angel breathed out. His eyes were big and full of tears as he looked up at you. His white feathers were scattered around the two of you on the floor as his wings were taken from him only hours ago. You had been watching him for a while from afar, silently crying alone on the floor, grasping onto the feathers that belonged to him. His cheeks were still tear-stained and in the flickering candle light it looked shiny. It looked pretty. He looked pretty.

‘’Well aren’t you a sad little fallen angel, why the tears darling? What did you do to be cast down to hell?’’ ‘’N-Nothing, I did nothing, I…’’ he stammered. ‘’Good boys don’t get their angel wings taken from them, little one.’’ Your voice was stern and it made a tear fall down his cheek. ‘’I know what you are,’’ you said as you kneeled in front of him, ‘’you are a bad boy, aren’t you?’’

He cried softly. ‘’No, n-no I’ve been so good, I’ve always been good, it was just one moment of weakness,'' he explained. ‘’Oh poor you… And the one moment of weakness was inexcusable to that dickhead in heaven? Were you misunderstood?’’ You lifted his chin, caressing it with your thumb. His eyes filled with hope and he nodded eagerly. ‘’Hm,’’ you sighed, ‘’sucks for you,’’ you spat, turning his face away. The fallen angel swallowed thickly, not being used to being treated this way.

‘’What’s your name?’’ you asked him as you walked around him, eyeing him up and down. He whispered something, inaudibly. ‘’Speak up when you talk to me.’’ ‘’S-Seonghwa, I’m Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa,’’ he said with a trembling voice.

‘’Seonghwa, little fallen angel Seonghwa, will you tell me what it is that you did?’’ Seonghwa sighed deeply before he looked into your eyes. ‘’I did not mean to stay… I did not mean to see what I saw but… I could not look away and…’’ ‘’Speak.’’ ‘’I watched a couple have… intercourse. For a while. And I liked it.’’ You let out a pretend-gasp. ‘’You watched some people have sex, little one? How scandalous of you… I bet you got aroused didn’t you?’’ Seonghwa nodded, his cheeks reddening.

‘’Did it make you fantasize? What it would be like if you were there with those people? How they’d kiss you… How they’d touch your body… Tell me what they were doing.’’ Seonghwa felt himself die inside as the amount of shame felt like too much. ‘’They… They were… She was… touching him, and he… was… releasing a lot.’’ You smirked, hearing these vulgar words fall from the fallen angel’s lips.

‘’Were you hoping to experience this too, darling?’’ He nodded carefully, looking down. ‘’Well you’re in luck… Now that you’re here… Nothing’s gonna hold you back from sinning, you know… And lucky for you I’m the perfect person.’’ ‘’What…? Why? Who are you?’’ ‘’My name’s Y/N, and I am more than happy to corrupt you,’’ you smirk at him. Seonghwa looked at you in shock. ‘’What are you afraid of? Being cast down to the pits of hell? Because you’re already here anyway. Might get something good out of it while you’re here. It’s not like you’ve got something better to do. You’re coming with me.’’

Within a few minutes you arrived at your residence together. You pushed Seonghwa onto the bed and got on top of him, tearing off his angel clothes and revealing his naked body. His immediate reaction was to hide himself from you, but you were stronger and you pinned his arms above his body. ‘’Be a good obedient boy, will you?’’ He nodded and swallowed thickly, looking at your obvious cleavage right in front of his face. After all you wore a black latex top and skirt that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

‘’You’re so pretty, baby, you must’ve been the most gorgeous angel… I’m so excited to ruin you for good.’’ Seonghwa trembled beneath you, his breath shaking as well. ‘’Please don’t hurt me,’’ he pleaded. You ignored his words and kissed him on the lips. Nearly immediately he whimpered as your lips brushed against his own. It aroused you how easy he was. Virgins always are. Corrupting an innocent fallen angel was the best thing about being a demon in hell.

The kiss turned sloppier as you felt his cock harden underneath you. You lifted yourself off him slightly for it to spring free against his abdomen. You broke off the kiss and let your hands wander over his body before undressing yourself. His eyes were fixated on your bare breasts, his mind foggy with lust he’s never felt before. ‘’You like the view of that, don’t you baby?’’ Seonghwa nodded enthusiastically. It was clear the lust and arousal took over, all his blood rushed down to his cock.

Seonghwa squirmed when your hand brushed over his flushed erection. His hips bucked up against your hand, trying to get some friction again. ‘’You’re such a cute, dumb little slut,’’ you grinned, ‘’you don’t even know what you’re doing.’’ You took his hard cock into your hand and Seonghwa whines. At this point you think he could come from just feeling anything on his cock at all. ‘’Such a slutty little angel,’’ you smirked as you pumped his cock up and down slowly. A moan escaped his lips as he shook his head. ‘’D-Don’t call me that,’’ he said, eyes tearing up, although he wasn’t sure if it was from the pain of his wings being taken or the pleasure he’s feeling for the first time.

You picked up the pace and twisted your wrists a few time as you kept moving your hand up and down, earning high-pitched whines from the boy in front of you. ‘’How does that feel, baby? Is that what you were watching? Was she giving him a handjob like this? Or was she using her mouth too, like this?’’ you asked before licking at his tip. ‘’Oh, Y/N, o-oh my, w-what’s happening?’’ he moaned, bucking his hips up uncontrollably. You laid your tongue flat against his cock as he kept moving and rolling his hips, knowing he’d climax soon.

Seonghwa’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned loudly as he came all over your tongue. He shuddered and panted as he watched his white cum drip down your tongue. ‘’Oh…,’’ he gasped. You smirked and forced his mouth open and spitting his cum into his own mouth. ‘’Swallow,’’ you ordered him. Seonghwa whimpered but swallowed while your hand found it’s way back to his dick. ‘’You’ve got such a pretty cock, darling, it’s a shame you haven’t played with it before. You’ve been missing out, hm?’’ ‘’Y-Yes, Y/N, b-been missing out. Thank you, thank you,’’ he panted as you jerked him off quickly.

You fondled his balls as you peppered kisses and left little bites along his neck and chest before settling at his nipples. ‘’God, yes,’’ he moaned, to which you stopped immediately. ‘’Don’t you say that name again, little one. It makes me sick.’’ He nodded with pleading eyes, ‘’Yes, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’’ but you weren’t going to let him off that quickly.

‘’Have you ever seen a pussy up close, Seonghwa?’’ you asked him. Seonghwa shook his head, his dark brown eyes widening and eyeing your body up and down. You laid down and rested against the pillows and ordered him to lay between your spread legs. Seonghwa was practically gawking at the sight of your wet pussy waiting to be touched. ‘’Do you think you can use your tongue on it baby? Do you think you could make me come like I just did to you?’’ ‘’Y-Yes, I… I want to, let me try, Y/N.’’ ‘’That’s a good obedient little boy,’’ you smirked.

Seonghwa slid his tongue through your slick folds, getting familiar with your body. He soon enough grew eager, getting addicted to your arousal. Being a demon, and a sex demon specifically, meant that you could lure men in with the smell and taste of your arousal and even though Seonghwa was technically an angel, he’s no better than a man when it comes to pussy. In the end they’re all the same, you thought.

The taste of you on his tongue drove him crazy, cock leaking with pre-cum. He felt himself getting so needy, as if he was on aphrodisiacs. You were his aphrodisiac. All these countless years of purity were a waste of time, he thought to himself, because how could he resist a delicious pussy like this?

A mixture of saliva and arousal was leaking down his chin as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes. ''That's it, baby boy, that's it, you like licking pussy don't you?'' ''Yes, miss,'' he moaned as he flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. ''Tell me how much you love my pussy,'' you ordered him.

His cheeks were burning red but he kept going nonetheless. ''Miss, I love your pussy so much, I feel myself getting so hot... So needy for you, I want this pussy, I wanna lick this pussy forever,'' he panted against your clit before biting it lightly.

Your hands reached his head and you harshly pushed his face deeper into your cunt, forcing him to taste you, use his tongue on you, breathe you in. His tongue was getting sloppier as you started to grind yourself on his face, his strong nose poking at your clit. You felt the orgasm coming closer and you screamed his name as he helped you finish.

When you came down from your high you pushed him off you and positioned yourself above him. You aligned his thick erection with your awaiting cunt before lowering yourself down on him.

Seonghwa's eyes rolled back as his cock was swallowed by your wet warm hole, moaning out your name repeatedly as you started bouncing up and down. You love the way he stretched you out, his long cock reaching places deep inside you that you didn't even knew existed.

The feeling of being stuffed by a pretty virgin only riled you up more and you went faster, watching Seonghwa's eyes roll back. You noticed how his white, silver-like hair was slowly growing some dark streaks. He looked like he was getting possessed, possessed by your fucking pussy and you loved it.

It didn't take long before he announced how close he was and you pressed yourself down harder. ''Yeah baby that's it, cum for me, my darling, cum for me, breed my delicious pussy for me, breed it with your cum baby,'' you chanted as you felt yourself tense up as well.

With a few more thrusts the both of you came undone, loud pants filling up the room as he filled your cunt. You rolled your hips a few more times before getting off his lap and letting him bathe in his afterglow.

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In the following days Seonghwa was so caught up in your sexual act he was horny 24/7. You got him to stay with you and you could barely count how many times you walked in on him having his cock in his hand.

You held an immense kind of power over him, since even the scent of your cunt got him hard again. It was cute, honestly, how much he was begging for you every night. And every night you used his body as your personal little fucktoy. So much that the other demons were getting curious of this little fallen angel as well...

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