ใใใใit's a pleasure to meet you dear travelers, the name's evening or even for short, i write occasionally but mostly enjoy reading, this is a reader/self-insert blog (not my main). and very self-indulgent! lowercase intended occasionally and please, enjoy your stay..
summary : You didn't notice how much San has out-grown you since your trainee to early debut era, the reality check hit you like a train when you finally realized how much San has grown.
cw : sfw, male! reader, hyung and y/n is used for reader, fluff, pouty san, teasing, insecurity (?) if you squint hard enough, can be read as platonic tbh.
an : i haven't posted in a while, but seeing my san and 9th member reader got so many attention currently, it kinda motivated me into writing this one. hope you guys enjoy, i whipped this one real quick lmao.
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You were just scrolling on a social media platform while laying on your bed, and San was right beside you on his stomach, watching funny cat videos on his own phone.
While your hand is busy scrolling around, your other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on San's back.
until your eyes landed on one thread that said :
"It's crazy that San had uno reversed Y/N in term of size"
You raised an eyebrow at that, you're about to ignore it, brushing it off as another thirst post until you saw one of the quoted tweets with thread.
"Y/N and San size difference throughout the era, a thread"
and it's just a bunch of photos of you and San side by side throughout the years and era. you snortedโ 'oh so it was that kind of size' you thought to yourself.
The first few pictures were just you and San during KQ fellaz, San was such a cutie back then (not saying he's not right now, but there's just a certain boyish charm in him that you won't admit or San will whine at you for that).
You're older by a year and were San's senior so it was only natural that San saw you like you hung the moon itself and always seems to following you around like a duckling.
He was a lot smaller than you too.
You smiled at the fond memories, you loved San back then and you still do, you continued to scroll, chuckling when the difference got a bit too hilarious, like there's more than one or two pics where you stand beside San on a stage interview, he's a lot shorter and leaner than you it was almost comical.
But then your smile wavering the more you scrolled before it dropped completely when you got to the last pic.
'holy shit when did he get so big?'
You know that San has been working out ever since... forever? but this... you didn't expect it to be that bad. (or good?)
Your internal crisis stopped all of your movement all together, that also including your other hand that has been rubbing circles on San's back. San noticed the lack of movement on his skin whined at you to continue, only when you ignore him he finally turns his head to check on you.
".. hyung? what's wrong?" he called out your name softly, but that's enough to pull you back to the world.
"Huh? nothing" you said almost too quickly before quickly turning your phone off and throwing it carelessly on the bed. San raised an eyebrow at that but before he could question any further your hands were already on his side, pulling him into your chest.
Sanโ having physical touch as his love language, gladly accepting your invitation almost immediately, he practically jumped into your arms, your back flat on the bed as he curls his limbs around you, nuzzling his face into your chest.
"i should've asked you what's wrong, but I'm not complaining if you want to cuddles"
You snorted, one of your hands running through his hair as the other rubbing circles on his broad back. broad back. Why did you just notice these details?
His long legs wrapped around you, his feet dangling from the bed. His thick thighs cushioned yours, and his weight is familiar but now that you're hyper awareโ he does feel heavy.
You clicked your tongue under your breath making San shift slightly on top of you, nose still buried in your chest, but he wasn't oblivious to the change in your mood.
"โฆa penny for your thoughts?" he mumbled, voice slightly muffled. "Nothing," you muttered curtly and that's enough to make San pulled back just enough to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. His brows furrowed, eyes scanning your face intensely.
"You're lying." "I'm not."
"You are," he insisted, squinting at you. "You do that thing with your mouth when you lie." "What thing?"
"That thing," he gestured vaguely, poking your cheek. "Like you just bit into a lemon." You scoffed, turning your head away. "Go back to your cat videos."
But San didn't move as the Silence stretched for a few secondsโ unusual, because he was rarely this quiet when something caught his attention. and then you realized what it meansโ he was plotting something.
Your suspicion was proved correct as his eyes flickered to your discarded phone.
"โฆwhat were you looking at?" he asked slowly, looking between you and your phone. "Nothing important."
"Hyung."
San narrowed his eyes when you stayed quiet, then suddenly reached over to grab your phone and You barely reacted in time.
"Yahโ"
He unlocked it easily, of course he knew your passwordโit was his birthday you haven't changed it ever since he put in his birthday as a joke (which is years ago during KQ Fellaz), and scrolled for approximately three seconds while holding your flailing hands down beforeโ
"Ohโ" "Yah!" you shoved at his shoulder, annoyed as he let out a full belly laugh, "Stop laughing!"
"Thisโthis is why you're sulking?" San wheezed, clutching his stomach as he laughed, rolling slightly to the side but still half on top of you. "Because I got bigger than you?"
"I am not sulking."
"You are sulking," he shot back immediately, grinning like he just won something. "Oh my god, hyung, you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous!"
"You are," he Sang, poking your side. "You used to be bigger, and nowโ" "Shut up."
"โnow I can literally carry you around if I wantโ" "Choi San."
"โshould I try?" he wiggled his brows, clearly enjoying this way too much. "I think I can. Wanna test it?" You pushed his face away with your palm, groaning "You're annoying."
"And you're sulky." "I said I'm not."
San leaned closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You liked it when I was smaller, huh? When I followed you around like a little puppy?" You froze for a second at that, but that was enough to confirm his suspicion.
"Aha," San grinned wider. "You did."
"I liked it because you were less annoying."
"Liar."
You clicked your tongue again, this time not answering. You closed your eyes instead, face turning away from him as your lips dropped into a line. "โฆhyung?" he called out your name, only to meet with silence.
He shifted this time, leaning his face closer to you, you can feel his breath brushing against your cheek. "Hyung?"
San's smile slowly faltered when you were still not responding, he eyed your furrowed brows and straight lips warily.
"โฆhey." He pushed himself up slightly, hovering over you now, trying to catch your face. "Waitโare you actually mad?"
A flicker of panic crossed his face when he was answered by silence, as his hands quickly rubbed soothing patterns on your shoulder.
"Hyung, I was joking," he said quickly, voice softer with guilt now. "I didn't mean it like that." you almost faltered when he whined, almostโ because you like to tease him a little bit too much.
"โฆI'll stop." that made you open your eyes quickly.
"I'll stop working out," he rushed out, grabbing your arm as if he was afraid you'd disappear. "If you don't like it, I'll stop. I don't need toโ I justโ"
You finally turned to face him, his brows are drawn together, lips slightly pouted, eyes wide and searching. Truly a devastating look that made you feel slightly bad.
"โฆyou'll stop working out?" you repeated sceptically. You know that San loves to work out, did he seriously would stop just because you're upset? oh bless his heart. San nodded immediately. "Yeah. I meanโif it makes you uncomfortable thenโ"
A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it making San froze. Oh he was truly serious about this, now you do feel bad. "โฆwhy are you laughing?" You covered your face with one hand, shoulders shaking slightly. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm serious!" he insisted, pursing his lips while grabbing your wrist to pull your hand away. "Don't laughโhyung, I'll actually stopโ"
"San." You sighed, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against the smooth skin and he almost immediately leaned at your touch.
"I was teasing."
"โฆwhat?"
"I said," you repeated, softer this time, "I was only teasing."
"โฆyou weren't mad?"
"No."
"You were ignoring me."
"Because you were being annoying."
"Hyung!"
You laughed again, this time gentler, pulling him down so he collapsed against you once more.
"I don't mind," you murmured, hand returning to his hair, threading through the soft strands. "You getting bigger, strongerโฆ taller than me."
San toyed with the stray thread on your shirt, you can't see his face but you can definitely feel his pouting from miles away.
"I'm proud of you," you added quietly but San definitely heard it as you felt the way he melted into you, all tension leaving his body at once.
"โฆReally?" he mumbled.
"Really."
"โฆBut you still liked me when I was smaller more, right?"
You snorted, pinching his nose. "Don't push it, dork" San laughed softly, nuzzling closer again, arms tightening around you.
"โฆI'll still carry you one day."
"Try it and I'll kick you."
"We'll see," he grinned against your skin as you pulled him tighter.
summary : in which, you are jason's childhood sweetheart, stuck in a timeloop trying to prevent his death.
cw : angst with hopeful ending, fem reader with 2nd person pov, major characters death, suicide, time looping.
an : another fic that are heavily inspired by hsr, bcs it has been my major fixation since the game released lol.
banner art by my friend. @graveyardattic
rain always sounded louder in crime alley. maybe because everything else was quiet, too quiet for a place that had taught two children how to steal bread, how to run fast, how to pretend hunger didnโt claw at their ribs like a living thing.
you and jason todd grew up there, in the cracks gotham forgot to seal. he was all sharp edges and reckless grins, a boy with bruised knuckles and a laugh too loud for the broken world he inhabited. you were softer, but no less stubborn, a girl who learned early that kindness was a currency gotham rarely accepted.
you only had jason and your grandmother to trust in this city. your grandmother- she was small, fragile, always wrapped in blankets even during gothamโs suffocating summers. her cough rattled through the apartment like a warning the universe kept repeating.
still, you worked at such young age because education is not an option for the kids in crime alley. deliveries, cleaning, carrying crates twice your weight. gotham chewed you up daily, but you always came home with cheap medicine and a tired smile.
jason hated it. he understood survival, but you're yoinger than him, smaller than him, he hate the way your hands shook when you thought no one noticed.
he was a boy built from scraped knuckles and defiance, from laughter that rang too loud for the alleyways that raised him. he stole tires and ran from cops, but he also waited outside the diner where you washed dishes, leaning against a lamppost like he had nowhere else in the world to be.
so then if he had money, you got food. if he found something shiny, it was yours. if he stole anything worth keeping, it somehow ended up in your pocket.
โdonโt look at me like that,โ heโd grumble, shoving a slightly dented necklace into your palm. โit suits you.โ
โyou need new shoes, jayโ youโd argue.
โi need you to shut up and take it.โ he never had much. but everything he had, he tried to give you.
you became inseparable, two kids orbiting the same gravity. gothamโs dangers felt smaller when faced together. hunger felt lighter when divided. even exhaustion softened when jason slumped beside you on the rooftop of your apartment building, both of you dangling your legs over the edge like gravity was a suggestion rather than a rule.
then came bruce wayne, gotham's billionaire philanthropist playboy, jason was taken from the alley, from poverty, and from you.
you remembered the night he told you as the two of you sat on the rooftop of your apartment building, feet dangling over the edge like you were daring gotham to blink first. the city lights flickered below like dying stars.
jason couldnโt meet your eyes. โheโs giving me a chance,โ he said quietly, he expect you to lash out, or even begging for him to took you in (not that he mind, he will try anything for you) but instead, you smiled because loving jason meant never being the reason he stayed small.
โi know.โ
โyouโre not mad?โ
โiโd be mad if you said no.โ he finally looked at you then, blue eyes wide with something raw and terrified.
โyouโre stuck with me, you know.โ you nudged his shoulder. โunfortunately.โ
and then he became robin, gothamโs new bright, furious heartbeat beside batman. and you became the only person outside the cave who knew.
he still visited between patrols and after patrols. sneaking away from batman's side after a successful missions. sometimes bleeding, sometimes exhausted, but always smiling when he saw you.
your rooftop became sacred ground for the young girl and her boy wonder, rain or cold or suffocating heat, youโd sit side by side, legs swinging dangerously over the edge of the rooftop. but you were never afraid because you know jason would always catch you.
your grandmotherโs death was slow and cruel, you held her hand as the machines screamed and her breathing faltered. gotham didnโt pause for anyone. blaring sirens and the sound of gun shot seems to ring louder in your ears.
with a bated breath, jason found you curled in the hospital hallway, grief tearing through your chest like the sharp edge of shattered glass.
you barely remembered how you ended up in his arms, only that you clung to him like he was the last solid thing in existence.
โjayโฆโ your voice broke into something unrecognizable. so weak and fragile opposite to the mischievous lift on your pitched voice that jason always loved, โpleaseโฆ donโt go tonight.โ
his grip tightened.
โi have patrolโโ
โplease.โ you whispered a plea. a shattered child speaking through a barely adult's mouth.
โyouโre all i have now.โ jason froze, chest squeezing tightly, he pressed his face into your hair. โiโm not going anywhere.โ
for the first time as a robin, jason skipped patrol that night.
months later, gotham repaid that loyalty with brutality. the news played on a flickering television in your darkened apartment, the anchorโs voice distant, unreal, detached.
โjason todd, ward of philanthropist- bruce wayne, was pronounced deadโโ
the air vanished from your lungs as your mind refused to understand the words even as your body reacted violently. the remote slipped from your numb fingers and something between a scream and a gasp tore from your throat.
days blurred and weeks dissolved. you had locked yourself inside your apartment, curtains drawn, dishes rotting and your own body following. grief had hollowed you out until you were nothing but a shell waiting for death to finish the job.
you welcomed it, hell- you begged for it. begged for the death to gently embrace you like it did to your grandmother or cruely like it did to jason.
you waited, but again you woke up the next day with the smell of frying onions, the clatter of pans and a familiar cough.
you jolted awake as your heart nearly burst from your chest, quickly getting up, not noticing the pyjamas you wore are alot smaller, a piece of clothing that you were not supposed to fit anymore.
heartstopping as your eyes widen at the sight, your grandmother stood in the kitchen. alive and whole. humming softly between sickly coughs like it's just another tuesday.
you stumbled toward her, hands shaking violently.
โโฆgrandma?โ you didn't even noticed the way your voice trembling with the high pitch of a child not older than 10 years old.
she turned around, smiling. โthere you are, sleepyhead.โ and then your reflection in the microwave door stole your breath. you were younger, smaller, a child again.
and jasonโ jason was alive.
at first, you thought it was a dream. a hallucination caused by your brain slowly rotting away, then a miracle, but later madness.
you thought that you can make a chance, to prevent everything from happening, until your grandmother died again. no matter what you did she still die all the same- medicine, doctors, desperation- fate snapped back into place like a cruel rubber band.
you learned the first rule of your hell: you could not save her.
but jason, jason was different. somehow you just know jason could be changed. or so you believed.
loop 17 โ you begged him not to steal the batmobileโs tires. few weeks later, jason died from a drunk driver.
loop 43 โ you hid jason for weeks. he desperately escape and feeling betrayed, later died after jumping from your apartment window.
loop 112 โ you locked him in your apartment, bolting the windows, he died from suicide.
loop 389 โ you confessed everything. the timeline didn't change, he still a robin and promised to be careful. he still died in the hands of the joker.
loop 742 โ you tried to kill the joker first. failed, he killed you first.
loop 1103 โ you tried to kill joker again, it's a success but jason found out, betrayed, he later died on a mission, died with the idea of you betraying him.
loop 2019 โ you tried to kill yourself. but the cycle reset again as soon as your heart stop beating.
every path and every choice you took. every sacrifice it always ended the same way, you have witnessed your grandmother die from her sickness and jason died in many different ways thousands of times.
you're getting insane, at one point you had tried avoiding jason, pretending that you don't know him, yet he still died, and the cycle reset again.
by loop 3000, gotham no longer looked real to you, people became patterns you awfully recognized, dialogue became echoes that you can memorize in your sleep. your own reflection felt like a stranger wearing your face.
you stopped crying when jason died at your 30th loop, had stopped feeling anything on your 100th, and had given up at your 3000th. you had accepted this as your personal hell.
โyou look like hell.โ
the voice shattered the silence on the rooftop you once shared with jason. you sharply turned around.
jason stood there, but not your jason as he currently playing house as bruce wayne's ward by now.
the jason in front of you are older. broader. scarred by experiences your jason had never lived long enough to acquire.
his presence felt both achingly familiar and profoundly wrong, like a memory wearing a strangerโs face. your breath hitched painfully.
โโฆjay?โ
he studied you with eyes far too tired for someone so young. the once blue eyes now had green tint glinting under the dim sunlight of gotham usual muddy weather.
popular kid! choi san x geeky! band leader! reader
summary : thinking about college au san falling in love with a geeky drummer reader.
cw : college au, implied bisexual san, reader is a gender-neutral soft masc (i wrote this in male reader in mind), alt reader, inspired by tgswiiwagaa, reader is a drummer.
i see there's not alot of alt reader (esp punk/emo reader) in this economy, so I'll just do it myself.
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San had his fair share of being in relationships with different type of people, the sweet girl-next-door who baked cookies and blushed when he held her hand. The popular jock who laughed too loudly at his jokes and kissed him like it was a competition.
Until it comes to you.
You are one of the quieter group of people in his class, that kind of people that you didn't even realize existed until your graduation, even though you share the whole school year in the same class as them.
You had a small circle of friends it's your band, really. A geeky little group youโd been inseparable from since middle school. You played gigs wherever anyone would have you: nameless bars that smelled like old beer, half-empty music festivals, your parentsโs humble garage with the door rolled halfway open and extension cords snaking across the floor. The kind of band that plays when half of the crowd already went home.
The first time he started to noticed you when he was shopping for a gift for Mingiโs birthday, wandering into a music shop that felt like foreign territory. Despite being in choir back in middle school, San had never really learned how to shop for music. The racks were overwhelming, the genres confusing, the staff intimidatingly cool.
He didn't even realize you were there, watching him the whole time from the behind the counter, hoodie pulled over your head, earphones in. Drowning Pool thrummed faintly through the buds. A black surgical mask covered half your face, not because you were sick, but because smiling at strangers felt like too much effort.
You recognize him, Choi San, he's one of the popular kid at school, you debated ignoring him. You didnโt want to bother him, didnโt want to draw attention to yourself. But the way he stood there, pretending he knew exactly what he was doing while very obviously looking like a lost puppy made something tug at you.
Pity, maybe. Or kindness.
So you walked over carefully, your boots stomping a bit harder to make a loud enough sounds so you wouldn't startle him.
โLooking for something specific?โ you asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask.
San didnโt know what's in you that immediately draw him in. Maybe it was the mess you called hair, a little wild, like youโd run your hands through it one too many times while thinking. Maybe it was your eyeliner, the way it clung stubbornly to your waterline no matter how hard you tried to wash it off, smudged and lived-in, making you look effortlessly undone. He find it endearing, hot even.
โOhโuh. yeah. i mean. kind of?โ he said as he nervously turn to face you and rub the back of his neck awkwardly, your eyes crinkled above the mask, making the black line of your eyeliner curved into a half moon shape behind your thick glasses, San unknowingly wonders how beautiful your smile is before he brushed it off.
"It's for my friend... he's a little bit emo, he mentioned he like this band called um.. fall out boy?"
โFor someone who looks confident,โ you said gently, โYouโre standing in the wrong section.โ you said as your head tilted to your side pointing on the displays of Sabrina Carpenter albums on rows.
He laughed, sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. โIs it that obvious?โ
โA little.โ but you helped him anyway. You recommended albums, explained genres, asked questions that made him realize you werenโt just selling music, you lived it.
He found himself listening, really listening, the way he usually didnโt. You spoke with quiet passion, hands gesturing unconsciously as you talked, his gaze seems to linger alot on the dark of your eyeliner against tired eyes.
And that shouldโve been it. But after that, San started noticing you everywhere.
You didn't wear a mask at school, but one day he caught your little group huddled over your desk during recess, he catch the glimpse of your eyeliner recedue curved into a very familiar half moon shaped behind your glasses as you laughed at one of your friend's joke.
He stilled for a moment, receiving a nudge to his shoulder from Wooyoung who just look at him with a small knowing smirk, San brushed him off.
He became more aware of you. In class, tapping rhythms against your desk. After school, hauling equipment with your bandmates. (he hates the way you can carry those heavy equipment effortlessly attractive).
For the first time, San found himself wanting to be quieter. Wanting to learn instead of impress. Wanting to sit in the background of someone elseโs world and see if theyโd notice him there.
popular kid! choi san x geeky! band leader! reader
summary : thinking about college au san falling in love with a geeky drummer reader.
cw : college au, implied bisexual san, reader is a gender-neutral soft masc (i wrote this in male reader in mind), alt reader, inspired by tgswiiwagaa, reader is a drummer.
i see there's not alot of alt reader (esp punk/emo reader) in this economy, so I'll just do it myself.
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San had his fair share of being in relationships with different type of people, the sweet girl-next-door who baked cookies and blushed when he held her hand. The popular jock who laughed too loudly at his jokes and kissed him like it was a competition.
Until it comes to you.
You are one of the quieter group of people in his class, that kind of people that you didn't even realize existed until your graduation, even though you share the whole school year in the same class as them.
You had a small circle of friends it's your band, really. A geeky little group youโd been inseparable from since middle school. You played gigs wherever anyone would have you: nameless bars that smelled like old beer, half-empty music festivals, your parentsโs humble garage with the door rolled halfway open and extension cords snaking across the floor. The kind of band that plays when half of the crowd already went home.
The first time he started to noticed you when he was shopping for a gift for Mingiโs birthday, wandering into a music shop that felt like foreign territory. Despite being in choir back in middle school, San had never really learned how to shop for music. The racks were overwhelming, the genres confusing, the staff intimidatingly cool.
He didn't even realize you were there, watching him the whole time from the behind the counter, hoodie pulled over your head, earphones in. Drowning Pool thrummed faintly through the buds. A black surgical mask covered half your face, not because you were sick, but because smiling at strangers felt like too much effort.
You recognize him, Choi San, he's one of the popular kid at school, you debated ignoring him. You didnโt want to bother him, didnโt want to draw attention to yourself. But the way he stood there, pretending he knew exactly what he was doing while very obviously looking like a lost puppy made something tug at you.
Pity, maybe. Or kindness.
So you walked over carefully, your boots stomping a bit harder to make a loud enough sounds so you wouldn't startle him.
โLooking for something specific?โ you asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask.
San didnโt know what's in you that immediately draw him in. Maybe it was the mess you called hair, a little wild, like youโd run your hands through it one too many times while thinking. Maybe it was your eyeliner, the way it clung stubbornly to your waterline no matter how hard you tried to wash it off, smudged and lived-in, making you look effortlessly undone. He find it endearing, hot even.
โOhโuh. yeah. i mean. kind of?โ he said as he nervously turn to face you and rub the back of his neck awkwardly, your eyes crinkled above the mask, making the black line of your eyeliner curved into a half moon shape behind your thick glasses, San unknowingly wonders how beautiful your smile is before he brushed it off.
"It's for my friend... he's a little bit emo, he mentioned he like this band called um.. fall out boy?"
โFor someone who looks confident,โ you said gently, โYouโre standing in the wrong section.โ you said as your head tilted to your side pointing on the displays of Sabrina Carpenter albums on rows.
He laughed, sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. โIs it that obvious?โ
โA little.โ but you helped him anyway. You recommended albums, explained genres, asked questions that made him realize you werenโt just selling music, you lived it.
He found himself listening, really listening, the way he usually didnโt. You spoke with quiet passion, hands gesturing unconsciously as you talked, his gaze seems to linger alot on the dark of your eyeliner against tired eyes.
And that shouldโve been it. But after that, San started noticing you everywhere.
You didn't wear a mask at school, but one day he caught your little group huddled over your desk during recess, he catch the glimpse of your eyeliner residue curved into a very familiar half moon shaped behind your glasses as you laughed at one of your friend's joke.
He stilled for a moment, receiving a nudge to his shoulder from Wooyoung who look at him with a small knowing smirk, San brushed him off.
He became more aware of you. In class, tapping rhythms against your desk. After school, hauling equipment with your bandmates. (he hates the he found the way you can carry those heavy equipment effortlessly attractive).
For the first time, San found himself wanting to be quieter. Wanting to learn instead of impress. Wanting to sit in the background of someone elseโs world and see if theyโd notice him there.
itโs finally hereโฆ i spent so long on this and im finally happy enough with it to give it to you guys!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <333
words - 7.2k
genre - smut/fluff
warnings - sugar mommy!seonghwa, mommy kink, sugar daddy!hongjoong, daddy kink, cute!reader, sub!reader, dom!seonghwa, switch!hongjoong, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (2 in 1), clit play, cum eating, collaring, partially clothed sex, seonghwa in a tulle robe, mentions of seonghwa in a dress, iโm so horny for seonghwa guys, mentions of drinking but everyone is sober, pet names (mommy, daddy, mi amor, cara mia, dove, love, lamb), i think thatโs it?
The fire crackles to your left as you lay before it for warmth. The grizzly bear rug - which youโd affectionately nicknamed Jongho, once youโd finally gotten used to the morbid thing - is soft beneath you, and you have to stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful slumber atop it.
Although you assume your desire to sleep has more to do with the book in your hand than it does the rug. It had been carefully placed atop the side table next to the chez and since you had nothing better to do, you decided to read it. Only it seems it was written when Shakespeareโs great-great-great grandfather was still a twinkle in his father's eye, so comprehending a single word of it is proving to be more difficult than you originally anticipated. For all you know, you could be reading a recipe book and youโd be none-the-wiser.
For that exact reason, it doesn't take long for you to slam the book closed in frustration, tossing it to the side. It boinks the back of Jonghoโs head, bouncing off and landing somewhere on the parquet floor. You canโt be particularly bothered to check where itโs landed, knowing that if you do, youโll be liable to clean up after your mini-tantrum. The longer the location of the book remains a mystery, the longer you can stay swaddled in the blanket of warmth that Jongho and the fire are providing you with.
โLittle dove?โ A voice calls from the doorway to the sitting room. Your head perks up and you glance over to where Hongjoong is leaning against the stone archway with a glass of whisky in hand. You smile at him, which he returns, โI didnโt even notice you were here. When did you arrive?โ
He takes a few steps into the room before coming to a halt upon spotting your body that had previously been hidden by the chez lounge. Youโre lying on your tummy, head in hands and feet kicked up in the air. Itโs quite obvious youโre not trying to seduce him with the way you're staring up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, once he spots the book tossed a couple of feet away, he can tell that your behaviour is more on par with a petulant child than a seductress. If it werenโt for your outfit, heโd perhaps find you adorable, but thatโs the last word heโd use to describe that tiny little tennis skirt youโre wearing.
The hem had flicked up at some point, revealing just a little more thigh than you realise. If Hongjoong looks carefully heโs almost sure he can see the crease of where your ass cheek meets your thigh. He averts his gaze, if only to stop himself from pouncing on you and instead, he lets it travel down your soft legs. His eyes donโt get far, however, as seconds later his pupils come to rest on the thigh-highs you wear. The way they dig into your thighs so prettily, your soft flesh spilling over the top, draws him in.
He gulps down the rest of his whisky to calm himself.
โAbout fifteen minutes ago,โ you shrug before laying yourself completely flat against the bear you seem to adore so much. Your fingers curl into its fur and you stretch your legs out behind you. Hongjoong almost finds you cute, but the way you move only brings more attention to your thighs. He notices the purple marks that had been left between them only days prior have faded, for the most part, although the memory alone makes his cock throb, and he quickly manoeuvres himself so heโs sitting on the chez with one leg firmly over the other to hide the growing tent in his black, pinstripe slacks.
โWhy didnโt you call for us, my dove?โ He places his empty glass down on the side table, the cubes of ice clinking musically against the sides, โyou know we wouldโve come running to you.โ
You flip onto your back, rolling just a touch closer to Hongjoongโs feet. A shiver runs through you as the cold patch of Jonghoโs fur rubs against your skin, and you almost want to shuffle back to the patch youโd already spent the last quarter of an hour warming up with your body. You refrain. Itโs nice to be close to Hongjoong, and besides, you can get a better look at him from this angle. Always so handsome, every single pore in his body oozing eloquence and grace. If you ever get to meet the demon who created such a tempting individual, youโd have to thank them personally.
Hongjoong feels the same way, desire and temptation filling him from top to bottom as you reveal the front of your outfit. The corseted top you wear hugs your breasts oh so perfectly, accentuating them in a way that would have a Victorian harlot gasping with jealousy. If you were, in fact, a harlot, Hongjoong would be willing to pay whatever it took for just a peek at your body.
โSeonghwa doesnโt like it when I donโt use my indoor voice,โ you mumble through pouted lips. The way they pucker reminds him of all the pretty little sounds you let slip through them when he and Seonghwa are taking you apart. They play a symphony in his head, dizzying him as he further succumbs to your temptations.
โYou shouldโve come to seek us out then,โ his voice is a little gravellier than it had been just a moment or two ago, his desire to ruin you only growing stronger by the second, โYou know, rather than just lying here and waiting for us to stumble upon your little tantrum.โ he gestures over to where the book still lays discarded on the ground.
You roll your eyes and let out a grunt of dismay.
โItโs not a tantrum,โ you whine childishly, โIโm just bored, and that book was dumb.โ
He hums as he watches you sulk with your face pressed up to the rug. Youโre incredibly charming, actually, and all he wants to do is reach down and pull you into his lap. Perhaps whisper comfort to you as he toys with you a little. Turn you into a gooey mess, both mind and body. He pushes those thoughts away, yet the way you look at him draws them back. Youโre the picture of innocence with glistening eyes, body spread out on his rug as if youโre too dumb to care about the amount of skin showing. Perhaps you are; it doesnโt seem like youโve even noticed that your skirt has now lifted enough for him to see the front of your white cotton panties.
He wants to tear you to shreds.
โBored, hm?โ he grunts out through gritted teeth. His hard cock is aching at this point. Itโs a white-hot ache that sits deep in his balls. He can feel that they desire nothing more than to be emptied into you.
โBored and restless,โ you sigh as you let your fingers intertwine with Jonghoโs fur.
Hongjoong hums in understanding, a grin rising to his face as you so graciously drop all the answers to his problems in his lap. He almost gets down onto the floor himself to kiss you, but somehow manages to hold himself back.
โI have an idea, little dove,โ he says. โHow about you go upstairs and see Mommy?โ
And just like that, time seems to stop. The suggestion brings all of your attention to Hongjoong who is staring you down like a lion on the prowl. Thereโs a dangerous smirk on his lips, the man baring his teeth as if heโs about to go in for the kill. You gulp as you push yourself into a sitting position, feeling every part โpreyโ as he seems predator.
โYou think itโll help?โ you take in a sharp breath, โi-if I go and seeโฆ Mommy?โ
โOf course, I do, little doveโ he leans in close and grabs hold of your chin between his fingers. His fingers are a little cold to the touch, which sends a shudder through your body. The reaction you have makes him chuckle, โNow be a good girl and run along, wonโt you? Daddy wonโt be far behind.โ
The second his grip loosens on your face, youโre scrambling to your feet and rushing out of the room. Your socks almost make you slip on the lacquered parquet. Hongjoong chuckles as you balance yourself before disappearing into the stairwell. You take the stairs two at a time, footsteps thundering through the house. There's no doubt in your mind that Seonghwa will give you a lecture about your volume the moment he spots you, but thatโs at the back of your mind right now. All you can think about is whatโs to come.
You step foot on the landing, practically skipping down the hallway until you reach the open doorway to an all-too-familiar room. You knock desperately, not bothering to wait for a response before pushing it open and stumbling inside of the master bedroom.
Immediately your eyes hone in on Seonghwa, lying on the bed in all his glory, nothing but a black tulle robe to cover his lithe body. His wet hair hangs over his forehead in elegant waves, dripping droplets of water down his nose as he relaxes. Despite your desire to have him take you in any way he deems fit, you canโt help but stop for a second to admire the view.
โI thought I heard you coming,โ his silken voice beckons you in like a siren. You follow it, stepping closer to your doom with every step, โalthough it wasnโt difficult. Iโd be surprised if the people living four towns over couldnโt hear you.โ
He locks eyes with you, dark pupils drawing you even further in. You shuffle toward him until youโre standing by his nightstand. A pretty hand reaches out to rest upon your waist, fingers dancing across the pastel material of your corset. Seonghwa reaches around the back to where the ribbon holds it in place and gives it a playful tug.
โI was just excited to see you,โ you defend as he continues to play with the bow at the base of your spine, โDaddy sent me.โ
The fingers pause for a millisecond before going back to what they were doing. They pull at the ribbon, tempting it looser and looser the longer they play. You have no doubt the bow will slip open any time now.
You canโt find it in you to care.
โAnd why did Daddy send you to me?โ His lips are pretty as he talks, plush and pouty with a natural red tint to them. He looks vampiric; black eyes, glassy skin, crimson lips. You move closer still until the mattress presses firmly against your thighs, โwere you misbehaving?โ
You shake your head at the suggestion. Bar the book, which Hongjoong wasnโt even there to witness you throw, youโd been nothing but a good girl. Perhaps a little disrespectful at times, but nothing Hongjoong couldnโt have handled quickly and efficiently by himself.
โNo?โ Seonghwa tugs you onto the bed as he speaks. The hand that rests on your body works hard to rearrange you until youโre straddling him prettily. He admires the way your tiny little skirt bunches up at the top of your thighs, revealing the wet patch at the front of your panties. His eyes can hardly tear themselves away, and his dick begins to stir beneath the translucent fabric of his robe, โperhaps he just thinks a good fucking is what you need, my lamb. Is that it? Do you need your Mommy to help look after you, hm?โ
This time you nod. Youโd love nothing more than for Seonghwa to take care of you - he always does it so well. So slow that you canโt help but become dizzy with desperation; so soft that you canโt help but feel like a precious artefact being studied under Seonghwaโs watchful gaze; so loving that you feel nothing but safe in his grasp, able to turn off your mind and just enjoy him.
Seonghwa.
And upon that revelation, the man finally lets the bow slip open. Your corset loosens, gaping a little at the top. Your tits help to hold it up, but as Seonghwa begins to work on loosening the ribbon, you feel it start to slip away.
โArms up,โ he says as he grabs the material. You do as he asks, and he wastes no time in setting your top half free. You know better than to try and hide yourself from him, so when you lower your arms once more they remain glued to your sides - just as Seonghwaโs eyes remain glued to your chest. โPretty little lamb,โ he whispers, his face remaining stoic but his words soft. You can tell he means them.
โDo you want to take your skirt off too?โ You nod, โGo ahead then, lamb; mommy can't do everything for you.โ And whilst youโre under the impression that Seonghwa can - and mostly does - do everything for you, you obey. Slipping off of his lap, your hands work on the zipper, easing it down until the skirt can no longer stay up. Without so much of a touch from you, it slips down your thighs, exposing your white panties completely. You remove the skirt the rest of the way, throwing it on top of your corset to create a messy little pile of clothes upon Hongjoongโs pillow.
You look to Seonghwa for further guidance, your restless mind seems to enjoy being told what to do. It craves the softness that you so often get from him. The gentle touch and the gentle words that soothe you. The strict instructions that stop you from having to think for yourself, Seonghwa and Hongjoong - Mommy and Daddy - taking care of you entirely. Itโs exactly what you need right now.
โMy darling lamb,โ Seonghwa whispers as he holds his arms out for you. You shuffle forward slightly, allowing him to tug you into a horizontal embrace, โWhilst I do love you in the family colours,โ you know he means black - he and Hongjoong so often dress you up in expensive black lingerie before a night of intimacy. they love making you โtheirsโ in any way possible, and wearing the โfamily colourโ is just another way to do that, โI must admit that the way your pretty pussy slicks up these dainty white panties is a lovely sight.โ
His hands work together, arranging your body in his grasp until youโre lying just perfect for him. Your head sits in the crook of one elbow, leaving his hand free to play with your hair. The other arm lays on the soft flesh of your tummy. You relax into his touch, despite the fact that his hand is already beginning to move south. Still, he makes every movement so intentional that when his fingers do eventually reach the wet patch on your panties, it only makes you relax even further into him.
โSo wet, lamb,โ he murmurs into your ear, โwho caused this?โ
Obviously, he knows the answer, but he canโt help but take the opportunity to tease you. To see you squirm under his gaze as he waits for your answer is so entertaining to him. He knows itโs even more entertaining when you begin to stutter as pleasure wracks through your body; he begins to draw lazy circles against your clothed clit.
โY-you and daddy,โ you reply, voice breathy as Seonghwa increases the pressure on your sensitive bud, โyou a-always make me so wet, Mommyโฆโ
He chuckles as he feels your hips twitch against his fingers. You want more, and whilst normally Seonghwa would have you wait for it, teasing you until heโs decided you're ready for it, he canโt help but want to indulge you in your desires now. You're so good for him, he thinks to himself as he changes the pace a little. As your face screws up in pleasure, a smile rises to his own.
He continues at that pace, gauging how you're feeling by your facial expressions and the pretty sounds you make. When you bite your lip or furrow your brow, he knows you want more and so he adds more pressure until your mouth gapes wide and little high-pitched moans come from the back of your throat. That's how he knows you're happy. That is what he always aims to achieve because his pleasure, and Hongjoongโs for that matter, often comes from yours. Making the sweet little creature that theyโd so lovingly taken under their wing happy is all they truly desire.
And you are, happy that is; falling apart under Seonghwaโs gentle touch will always be where youโre happiest. It's even better when he finally slips your panties to the side and puts his warm, delicate fingers directly onto your clit. You let out a heavy sigh as he spreads your lips with his index and ring finger, giving his middle finger an open pathway to the little button that is practically throbbing with the need to be played with again. And when he touches it, this time directly, it's even more electric than it was before. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you struggle to pin yourself to the bed. Your spine arches as you let out a loud whine. Fuck, it feels so good, and heโs barely even touched you yet.
Seonghwa begins to rub circles again, only this time without any barrier to dull the sensation. Magical, is the only word that you can use to describe the way it feels, each tender touch sending shocks of lightning through your body. It's like you don't have control over it as your hips buck against his hand, socked feet desperately rubbing against one another as it will do anything to help you ground yourself. Nothing can help now, not when Seonghwa has you feeling so high with just a few simple touches.
It doesn't take long until you feel it building up inside of you, racing to the top of that peak quicker than you can comprehend. You can feel your hole clenching around thin air, desperately trying to grip onto nothing. Perhaps Weonghwa would finger your next, preparing you for whatever is yet to come. You think youโd like nothing more than to be spread open with his lithe fingers, and it's that thought that finally pushes you over the ledge.
Your orgasm hits as the door swings even further open and Hongjoong walks in just in time to see you squirming under Seonghwaโs touch. He smirks at the sight of his darling husband taking such wonderful care of their little love, caressing your hair as he guides you through the intense feeling that is flowing through your body so rampantly. His fingers slow to a stop at just the right second, leaving you a panting mess in his arms.
โWhat a time to arrive,โ Hongjoong says, voice clear as a bell as he makes his presence known. Seonghwa, of course, noticed him the second he walked in; the pair always did seem to have this weird, almost telepathic thing going on. They told you it was just true love at work, which was something you wholeheartedly believed, โIt always is such a beautiful sight to see you cum, my dove. I could watch it forever and never get bored.โ
Seonghwa hums out a chuckle at that, โNow isn't that a novel idea, lamb!โ He presses a kiss to your temple, โPerhaps weโll have to do that one day; a full day of making you cum over and over and over againโ
โMaybe, Mommy,โ is all you can spit out in response to their teasing, nodding along as if you're not dreading the idea of a whole day of overstimulation. The two men smile at your eagerness to please despite your obvious displeasure. Perhaps theyโd suggest it again when you arenโt as lust-drunk as you seem to be now. Their only goal at this moment is to satiate you, not fulfil their own fantasies. They could wait a little while to put those into play.
Hongjoong shrugs off his jacket before clambering onto the bed, effectively trapping you between the two of them. Just like Seonghwa, he takes a moment to play with the hair that frames your face. He twists a strand between two fingers before tucking it behind your ear. Upon closer inspection, he can't help but notice the H pendant that dangles from your lobe. He wonders if Seonghwa has noticed the matching S sitting in your other ear, yet. It always does make the tall man so happy to see you wearing one of the many gifts they shower you in.
โI have something for you,โ Hongjoong says, the earrings acting as a reminder of the box heโs had stored in the drawer of his nightstand for what seems like forever, now. They had been waiting for the right moment to present it to you, but right now seems as โrightโ as any, โwould you like to see it?โ
You watch as he leans over to pull open his drawer, fetching a black oblong box from its confines. The box itself is nothing of note, but he passes it to you with such care, and you just know that whatever is inside of it is special. Your eyes meet with his, asking for permission to open it. He gives you a single nod in return.
You slip the lid off of the box.
โOh,โ you whisper as you lay eyes on what appears to be a collar of some sort. A thin velvet band that locks with a clasp at the back and finishes with a delicate bow at the front. Intricate lace frills surround the velvet, giving the collar more volume, yet keeping its soft appearance. A pastel pink pearl drips from a tiny metal ring that sits at the centre of the bow. Behind it is a petite chrome plate embossed with the letters โH&Sโ in a fanciful font. It's beautiful, and you can't help but tell them that.
โYou like it?โ Seonghwa asked, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eyes. With the most genuine smile you can muster, you nod, โIโm glad.โ
You feel Hongjoong close in beside you. He reaches an arm over your body to pick the collar up with a gentle hand. The velvet shifts in the dim light that shines from the chandelier above, and it changes colour right before your eyes, from black to a beautiful shade of magenta. You seem to recall Seonghwa wearing a similar dress once upon a time. It was black, just like your collar, but whenever he moved, the fabric rippled and in doing so, caused it to shift into a deep crimson. He and Hongjoong had waltzed together that night. It's nothing out of the ordinary for them, but that night sticks out to you specifically because of the sheer beauty of Seonghwa's dress.
โWe wanted to give you something to remind you that you are ours,โ Hongjoong tells you, voice as soft as the velvet on the collar, โbecause you are. From the moment we saw you, we knew you were ours. From now until forever, dove.โ
And with that, he presses the fabric to your throat, dragging his fingers along it until they reach the clasp at the back. He fastens it, fingers lingering for a moment before pulling away empty-handed. You struggle to hide your smile as your mind fumbles over itself, repeating โtheirs, theirs, theirs,โ over and over as if the fabric pressing into your jugular wasn't enough of a reminder of that fact.
With your newfound sense of belonging that you hadn't even realised you were missing, you find it easy to lean forward and take what is rightfully yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you steal a kiss from Seonghwa. Upon feeling your lips bump against his, lacking the grace or elegance he was used to when initiating kisses himself, he can't help but let out a surprised squeak. He soon finds his feet, though, taking control back in a matter of seconds and pushing you back against Hongjoongโs solid body. The clothed chest acts as a support for Seonghwa as he wraps a hand around your throat, softly stroking the jewellery as he deepens the kiss.
A tongue slips between your lips as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. You struggle to focus on the way Seonghwa licks into your mouth when Hongjoong tugs the white fabric down your thighs, fully exposing you while the two men remain at least somewhat covered. You shift your legs slightly to aid him in his mission of removing them fully, never once pulling away from Seonghwa. You mightโve mentally praised yourself for multitasking if it weren't for Seonghwa shifting his body slightly, hard dick now pressing against your lower stomach through the tulle of his robe. Just one flick of the wrist and it would be fully exposed, ready to slip inside of you.
You moan into Seonghwaโs mouth.
He pulls away, panting desperately as he regains breath.
โHell above, lamb,โ Seonghwa utters, adams apple bobbing as he exclaims, โYou really are a most devilish creature under that innocent exterior, aren't you? Pouncing on me like a little bear cub, hm?โ
You go to answer, a touch of snarkiness on the tip of your tongue. Barely a sound leaves your lips, though, as a finger presses into your core and your words turn into a long, drawn-out whine. The finger bottoms out pretty soon, and that's how you can tell itโs Hongjoongโs; shorter than Seonghwaโs by a mile, yet ever so slightly thicker. As he adds a second almost immediately, you can't help but moan at the stretch.
โFuck, Daddy,โ you keen. Your head tips forward, landing with a heavy thud against the exposed part of Seonghwaโs chest, โyour fingers feel so good.โ He curls them inside of you, tempting a tiny squark from your lips. Then he does it again, routinely twisting them as he pumps them in and out. The sound they make as they swim amongst your gooey wetness is quite frankly obscene, but you find it hard to feel humiliated when so much pleasure flows through you.
Then you feel a second pair of fingers line up against your core, bullying their way in alongside Hongjoongโs. The stretch makes you choke on your spit, gurgling slightly as the longer pair brush against the squishy membrane of your g-spot. Like Hongjoong had moments before, Seonghwa begins to curve them slightly, petting your walls as his husband continues thrusting in and out.
The stretch is immense, almost reaching the familiar girth of Seonghwaโs cock. Like his fingers, it was long and whilst not necessarily thin, it didn't quite match up to the girth of Hongjoongโs. For that reason, you usually take Seonghwa first, but as you feel yet another finger press into your core, you can't help but wonder whether theyโre prepping you to take Hongjoong first instead.
The fingers work together to open you up, spreading you wider than usual. You don't complain, letting them do whatever they choose with your body while you lay there limp and ready for them to take in whatever way they deem fit. They know your body well enough for you to give them full control. You trust them with yourself fully.
Hongjoong slips his three fingers out, and before long you can hear slurping above your head. Seonghwaโs fingers stutter within you, and you canโt help but feel a little curious. You flick your gaze to Seonghwaโs face, jaw dropping upon seeing his lips wrapped around Hongjoongโs digits, licking them clean of your juices. His eyelashes flutter gracefully against his porcelain-smooth cheeks, and even with his husband's fingers down his throat you canโt help but think heโs beautiful.
Hongjoong pulls them loose with a pop and dries the mixture of your juices and Seonghwaโs spit against his suit pants before he unzips them, his cock springing free almost immediately. Itโs angry and red with precum flowing freely from the tip as if itโs about to explode if it doesnโt get something soon. You reach an arm out to touch it, but Hongjoong darts a hand out to catch it.
He tuts.
โPatience, little dove,โ he whispers with a smirk, โMommy may have let you take what you want, but I still expect you to do as I say.โ
He wastes no time in shifting down the bed, gracefully moving until the head of his cock is lined up with your core. You half expect Seonghwa to pull his fingers free, but he doesn't. Hongjoongโs blunt head presses into your still-stuffed hole, only just breaching the pink rim. It's a painful stretch with Seonghwaโs fingers still inside of you, but Hongjoong goes slow, allowing your cunt to accommodate him at its own pace. With Seonghwa still petting that one spot, you find it fairly easy to let pleasure take over, the pain becoming more and more bearable until it fades into nothing.
It feels like it takes an age for Hongjoong to bottom out. Despite his cock not being tremendously long - perhaps even a little shorter than average - it seems to go on forever as he pushes it into you. The delicious stretch combined with the constant assault on your g-spot sends you hurtling towards another orgasm. All it takes is for Hongjoongโs pelvis to finally come to a standstill against yours, his thick cock fully sheathed within your warm, wet cavern, and you're coming undone. Your walls tighten around him, pressing Seonghwaโs fingers up against the shaft of Hongjoongโs cock. The latter bows his head and lets his jaw go slack. A guttural moan falls from his throat as he tries his hardest not to cum on the spot.
โMy darling lamb,โ Seonghwa chuckles into your ear as he slows his fingers to a stop. You're grateful for the break in stimulation, although you know it isn't bound to last, โyouโre so sensitive tonight. It makes me wonder how you might react when Iโm inside of you too. I bet youโd like that, yes? Mommy and daddy inside of you at the same time?โ
You nod, although you don't quite let the true meaning of his words sink in. All you know is that you want them both, so incredibly bad. Your passionate, commanding Hongjoong hand in hand with your caring yet fiercely protective Seonghwa; theyโd keep you with them forever if you let them. Youโd live in their macabre bubble, surrounded by their morbid warmth and ghastly traditions. Your days would be filled with them; Hongjoong could teach you to fence or play chess, and Seonghwa would no doubt teach you about all the deadly plants he keeps in his greenhouse. Youโd spend your evenings watching them Waltz in front of the fireplace, a funeral march playing from their old megaphone. Perhaps youโd join them from time to time, pressed to Hongjoongโs front as Seonghwa directs your movements from the chez.
And once the evening activities have drawn to a close, theyโd drag you upstairs to bed to take you apart piece by piece. Each night they would push you to the edge of sanity before slowly bringing you back down to earth. Theyโd treat you like the most precious thing on the planet; a ruby to be polished and protected.
You want it more than anything. Seonghwa and Hongjoong - mommy and daddy - forever and always.
โWant you, Mommy,โ you whisper, choking on your own words as Hongjoong begins to pull out slowly until only the tip is left sitting within your velvety walls. You cry out as his hips snap forward, propelling his entire length into you once more. It feels so good, and Seonghwa takes the hint to begin moving his fingers once more. It drives you insane. Chants of โplease, please,โ fill the air, although you aren't quite sure what youโre begging for.
Seonghwa looks to Hongjoong, who lifts his head to see the silent question on his lover's face.
โOne more, Cara Mia,โ he grunts out as he pistons his hips into you, โsheโs so tight.โ
โOf course, Mi Amor,โ Seonghwa hums and a mere few seconds pass by before you feel a third finger press against your entrance. You squirm as he pushes it inside of you, wriggling its way inside beside Hongjoongโs cock and his other two fingers. It's a snug fit, but you find it much easier to get used to than the initially painful stretch of Hongjoongโs member.
And even with the third finger added, they do much of the same, Seonghwa gently massaging your walls as Hongjoong pounds into you. The force of his hips increases with each thrust, making your mind go hazy. It's only made worse when Seonghwa begins to spread his fingers within you, making you squeal. His hand that still rests behind your head quickly comes to sit upon your fluffed-up barnet, petting it soothingly as he stretches you out even further.
You're babbling nonsense at this point, but neither man pays it any mind as they work you open past what you thought to be your limit. They're encouraged by the tiny pleas, keeping up their pace as youโre faced with a third orgasm. Perhaps that was what Seonghwa was waiting for because as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, he begins to slip them out. You whine at the loss, even though Hongjoong is still working hard to fuck you through your orgasm, whilst somehow still staving his own off. Seonghwa just hushes you with a small peck to the lips.
He puts a hand on your shoulder, shifting you and Hongjoong ever so slightly. Just enough so he can slip behind you, his warm chest pressing up against your spine. For a moment, you wonder what he's doing, but then the chiffon of his robe moves to expose his cock and youโre struck by a sudden realisation of what both at the same time actually means.
That would explain why they were so determined to stretch you outโฆ
Hongjoongโs hips slow to a stop with his member still deep inside of you as you feel the head of Seonghwaโs brush against your entrance. You moan as he forces the tip in with only a small amount of resistance from your stretched-out pussy. The unpleasant burn of being opened up is there again, but you bite your lip and let Seonghwa push himself into you alongside Hongjoong. You know the pain will dissipate soon, having already experienced it once with Hongjoong just a short while prior, but holy fuck does it hurt right now.
A helpful finger - although, in your dizzy state you can't quite work out whoโs it is - finds its way to your clit, rubbing firm yet somehow also delicate circles on the little bundle of nerves. As you focus on the pleasure you get from that, itโs fairly easy to forget about the unpleasant ache between your thighs, and within minutes youโre once more able to relax into the ministrations of the men.
You whimper as the taller man bottoms out much quicker than Hongjoong did; perhaps he was just desperate from having to watch his husband fuck you for a while first. His tip gently brushes against your cervix, pulling a gasp from your lips as you feel him grazing against the sensitive muscle. He shushes you in your ear as he slowly begins to move. His thrusts are lazier than Hongjoongโs, slower and gentler just as they always are. It suits him; he always had been more restrained and patient than his shorter counterpart who is also beginning to thrust into you once more.
The contrast between the way the two men treat your body, as well as the determined finger upon your button, is enough to drive you crazy. Youโre left as nothing but a moaning mess between them, squirming as they fuck into you at different paces; Seonghwa slow and gentle and Hongjoong quick and animalistic. Youโre putty in their hands at this point, purely there for them to use and pump full of cum.
It doesn't take long for Hongjoong to do just that.
โIโm close, my dove,โ he groans into your ear, โyour precious cunt is squeezing me so tight; I can't hold on any longer.โ
Mere moments later, his hips stutter to a stop, his dick still deep inside of you. You know exactly whatโs coming, but it still doesnโt stop you from moaning as you feel the thick, warm liquid fill you to the brim. Seonghwa only fucks it deeper, forcing the feeling of fullness upon you. You expect it to vanish any minute; Hongjoong will pull out and the cum will flow out with him.
He doesnโt, though; more accurately, Seonghwa doesnโt let him.
Just as you feel Hongjoong begin to retract his softening cock, the hand that lies against your pubis, fingers dancing upon your clit, shoots out to catch his hip. He whines, more pathetic than youโve ever heard him before; itโs a beautiful sound, and you canโt help but clench around them when you hear it.
โCara mia, please,โ he whimpers, jaw opening wide in a silent moan as Seonghwa continues to thrust into you, cock rubbing repeatedly against Hongjoongโs own oversensitive member, โitโs too much.โ
Youโve never seen him so submissive before, and you have to admit you find it hotter than you feel you should. The two of you moan out in unison, the combination of Seonghwaโs languid movements combined with the control he has over the both of you is enough to send you spiralling to the end. You can feel it coming, but with the lack of stimulation on your clit, you canโt quite get there. You open your mouth to protest, but then Seonghwaโs tip pushes through the milky cum to brush against your cervix, and your mind is once again empty.
โBut you can take it, Mi Amor,'' Seonghwa taunts from behind you, voice low and velvety in your ear. In a last-ditch attempt to keep any semblance of your sanity, you let your hands shoot out to grab at Hongjoongโs black shirt. Itโs damp with sweat beneath your hands, but as you squeeze the soft material between your fingers, you canโt find it in you to care. โYou can take it so our little lamb can feel good; keep her stuffed full until her Mommy can cum inside of her too.โ
Hongjoong nods wordlessly, too focused on panting his way through the overstimulation to form any words. Through hooded eyes you watch his face contort with pained pleasure, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as your fluttering walls and Seonghwaโs twitching cock torture his sensitive shaft. He looks so beautiful, and while you know youโll probably never have the chance to overpower him in such a manner, you're happy you can at least bear witness to it now.
And with the knowledge that Hongjoong will behave, Seonghwa moves his fingers back to your clit. They dive straight in, tweaking the throbbing bud in a way that draws a loud cry of pleasure from your lips. Your walls tighten around both menโs members; an action which has them simultaneously moaning in your ears. Knowing just how much of an effect you have on the two men encourages you to constrict them within your walls again.
It must feel good since that's all it takes to have Seonghwa come to a standstill inside of you, ropes of his cum emptying into your womb and mixing with Hongjoongโs. It's beautifully warm as it shoots up against your cervix. That alone is enough to have you clenching down on them once more.
Seonghwa grunts as you milk him dry, and the moment he's finished spilling his load inside of you, he taps Hongjoongโs hip to get him to pull out of you. Perhaps it's that - the final drag of their dicks against your walls - that pushes you careening off the edge into your final orgasm of the night. Your entire body tightens as your vision turns white for just a moment. You can feel your back arch and your hips buck as Seonghwa continues to toy with your clit, but it's like your mind is separate from your body, unable to control anything that it does in response to the mind-blowing climax.
He takes his fingers away at just the right moment, not wanting to push you any further than you already have been tonight.
Still, it takes a moment or two for you to come back down to earth, the remnants of the orgasm sending endorphins racing through your body as you try to catch your breath. It seems the men on either side of you are in the same boat, heavy breathing the only sound you can hear. It's pleasant to feel their chests rising and falling against you, but the comfort you gain from it doesn't take away from just how empty you feel now.
And perhaps it's that or the sudden crash of adrenaline that makes your throat tighten and tears begin to build up upon your lash line. The first one falls, pretty quickly, but it doesn't get very far as Hongjoong kisses it away. His lips linger against your face, relishing the way your hot skin feels against them.
โWhy are you crying, my lamb?โ Seonghwa whispers against your ear. His fingers lift up to brush against your face, swiping away another stray tear, โare you that happy?โ
โEmpty,โ you correct, voice stuffy as you allow yourself to cry, โbut, I guess happy too. How could I not be when Iโm with you two?โ
They both hum in amusement as they crowd you with their bodies. Youโre stuffed between them; the weird pastel meat in an equally weird gothic sandwich, and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not when you know now that youโre theirs, and theyโre yours - the tag of the collar that dangles against your throat reminds you of that fact. You pick it up between your fingers, toying with the cold metal.
โI canโt do anything about you feeling empty, Iโm afraid,โ Seonghwa says, โbut Iโm certainly pleased youโre happy, my little lamb.โ
โYou could stuff me back up?โ You say, only half in jest. Hongjoong scoffs and shakes his head in a desperate refusal; clearly, heโs still too sensitive.
Part of you wants to take advantage of that and tease him a little. It would be so easy to shuffle and โaccidentallyโ brush your thigh against his cock. If youโre careful, youโll definitely be able to avoid suspicion, and if you get caught you doubt youโll get much more than a warning. Still, as you look upon his face and see nothing but adoration, the thoughts seem to vanish into thin air.
You let go of your collar, pressing the hand against his cheek instead and use it to hold him in place as you peck the tip of his nose. The metal of the collar clinks as he scrunches his nose up in mock dismay and gently pushes you back into Seonghwaโs chest. You giggle, and its music to their ears; so soft and bright that if it belonged to anyone else, they wouldโve found themselves put off by it.
Since it belongs to you, though, it's become their favourite sound.
"come on baby, just get on the bike, i won't go fast, pretty, i promise you," you gaze at your elder brother's closest friend, biker!seonghwa, who sits confidently on his motorbike, extending a gloved hand toward you.
"where's yeosang? i called him," you put emphasis on the last word. you shudder at a sudden rush of cold wind, and your bare thighs press together to supress the shivers. you miss how seonghwa's eyes rake over your body, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of worry and need. "what a tease," he thinks as his jaw clenches tight.
"yeosang's drunk," he states plainly, running a hand through his hair. "pretty, do you really wanna argue with me right now, you're on the verge of freezing, and i doubt you'll have the chance to utter the final word."
with your arms crossed before you, your glossy bottom lip protrudes slightly and you roll your eyes. it frustrates you to no end when things don't go according to your desires. you specifically dialed yeosang's number because you wanted him here. why does it always have to be seonghwa instead?
it's not that you feel uncomfortable around the man; it's just that he's the only one who refuses to indulge your every whim. he has a knack for hiding his true intentions beneath charming words, leaving your somewhat slow thought process in a state of bewilderment.
"it's okay 'm not cold," you lie, even though the chilly autumn breeze penetrates through your delicate baby pink dress, offering little protection. your petite white fur coat could offer more warmth if you were to fasten it, but that would obscure the view of your alluring cleavage and the exquisite necklace adorning your neck.
"c'me here," he commands, and you find yourself compelled to approach him with a slow stride. he removes one of his leather gloves and places it gently at the nape of your neck, just beneath your blonde extensions. drawing you closer, you can actually sense his gaze upon your face, despite the dark glasses he wears to shield himself from the wind while riding his bike., "what did i tell you about lies, huh? pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie, do they now?" as his fingers exert a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, accentuating the heavy blush on them, and you nod in response.
"words, pretty, i wanna hear your voice," he finally releases his grip, his hands shifting to secure your petite white vest, zipping it all the way to the top. his thumbs and index fingers rest on the zipper, while your attention remains captivated by the slight caress of his other fingers as they glide along your body while raising the zipper. the warmth of his touch sends tingles through your skin as his fingers delicately reach your breasts.
as you part your lips to respond, the words become lodged in your throat, leaving you feeling momentarily trapped beneath his penetrating gaze. a smirk graces his lips, as if he possesses the ability to decipher every notion swirling within your mind, amplifying the sensation of vulnerability in your thoughts.
"what's wrong, can't find your voice, my dumb girl?" as you feel a stirring sensation between your thighs, it becomes evident that this time it has nothing to do with the chilly weather when you squeeze your thighs together.
overwhelmed by the situation, you instinctively push him aside to reach for the helmet resting on his lap. determined to join him on the bike, you attempt to mount it from behind. however, you quickly realize it's not as simple as you anticipated. the heels you're wearing make it increasingly difficult, and the seat of the bike sits too high above the ground for you to easily get on.
"pretty girl needs a hand?" his voice carries a smug undertone that you can't help but notice. biting the inside of your cheek, you silently yearn for yeosang's presence, wishing he were there instead.
he gracefully dismounts the bike, showcasing his expertise, and even you can't deny the allure he exudes. as he approaches you, he firmly grasps your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you on the bike. in response, a high-pitched squeal escapes your lips, causing you to instinctively hold your dress to prevent it from riding up too much. seonghwa chuckles at the sight, finding amusement in your reaction. climbing up behind you, he assists in securely fastening the helmet onto your head. the large, black helmet creates a somewhat comical contrast against your feminine attire.
he guides your hands, placing them on the bike's handles, while his touch smoothes over your cold thighs, eliciting goosebumps along your skin. he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. his hands venture a little higher, playfully squeezing your buttocks, causing you to jolt in your seat, which only widens his smile. finally, he repositions his hands to firmly grasp the handles beside yours, taking a moment to observe the disparity between your wrists. his own wrists are enveloped by his leather jacket, while yours adorn a multitude of shiny bracelets.
"be a good girl for me and hold on tightly, pretty."
summary : In the quiet moments before his performance, Seonghwa finds comfort in your touch as you run your hands gently over his skin, nestled in his lap. Despite the countdown to showtime, he indulges in the softness of your affection, pulling you closer, kissing you all over, and holding you like you're his grounding peace before the storm of the stage.
cw : gender neutral reader, sfw but slightly suggestive, established relationship, alot of kisses, non-sexual touching, really self-indulgent because i really wanted to dozed off while rubbing hwaโs tummy ๐
sorry for being inactive, i've been in a deep writer block lately so all of my series will be on hold for a while, but seonghwa's too delicious for me to not write anything about him in that white shirt.
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The low hum of distant stage crew and the muffled thump of bass from rehearsal of other groups filled the air, but inside Seonghwaโs private dressing room, it was still. Calm. The kind of calm that only existed in moments like this, right before the world roared to life outside the doors.
Seonghwa was seated on the plush couch, outfit already fitted to perfection for the upcoming performance. The white tee he wore clung in all the right places, the slightly cropped material hugging his frame delicately, revealing the skin just enough to tempt your wandering hands as you curled up beside him, were in your usual spot, practically draped over him like you always ended up.
Your hands was tracing slow, idle shapes along his exposed skin, up from his arm, down to his wrist, back up again to the curve of his neck. He didnโt flinch. He never did. Seonghwa had long grown used to your touchy ways. In fact, he found them endearing, addicting even.
He glanced down at you, eyes heavy-lidded with affection, mouth curling into a soft smirk. "Youโre doing that thing again."
"What thing?" you asked, voice muffled as your nose nuzzled under his chin, hiding the grin on your face as you inhaled his fresh and clean scent.
"The thing like you were trying to memorize my skin," he teased, arm wrapping around your frame.
You scoffed lightheartedly as your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, spreading warmth across his stomach as you giggled softly. "Maybe I am," you hummed, "but youโre not stopping me."
"And why would I?" Seonghwa tilted his head, letting your hands roam. Then, almost suddenly, he gripped your waist and pulling you fully into his lap, your legs straddling him with practiced ease. "If it makes you this all giggly and adorableโฆ you can touch me all day."
His fingers found your jaw gently, tilting your face up so your eyes met his dark ones. His gaze burned with a quiet sort of devotion, the kind that made your chest ache in the sweetest way possible.
Then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then both of your cheeks, then another to your nose, your jaw, your neck. soft, slow, unhurried as he savored the feeling of your warm skin under his lips. Between each kiss, heโd whisper things, barely audible, like a lullaby meant only for you.
"I like when youโre like thisโฆ" a kiss was placed behind your ear.
"Youโre too cute when you laugh like thatโฆ" another one on your neck making you let out soft sounds.
"Mine. All mine." he said as he trailed his lips up to your jawline before sighing contently.
Your hands, ever curious- running higher under his shirt, feeling his ribs, the slight hitch in his breath when your fingertips brushed over a ticklish spot. You giggled again, resting your forehead against his. "Youโre letting me get away with everything."
"I always do," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. then properly, fully, he finally kissed you on the lips like he was carving the moment into time, as if he'd forget the feeling, and the taste of your lips if he even dare to stop for a second.
You smiled into the kiss, hands still caressing the warmth of his skin. "Thatโs dangerous. I might've taken advantage of you, Hwa" He chuckled, deep and fond, holding you tighter. "Then I guess I'll be in danger."
There was no rush. No urgency. Just soft touches, endless kisses, and skin against skin. The world could fall apart around you and it wouldnโt matter. Because in that room, you were exactly where you belonged.
In his lap.
In his arms.
Touching every inch of the man you adored.
And being adored just as much in return.
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summary : Life was already unbearable to youโuntil a strange man with horns and wings appeared at your door, claiming he was sent to make it worse. spoiler : he failed, rather miserably i might add.
cw : gender neutral! reader, 2nd person POV, fluff, sfw, romcom, reader is a corporate slave, shitty boss, schizophrenia and depression mentioned. shota might be ooc.
inspired by this soul on fanmeeting. again this one is like one of those romcom manga that have ridiculously long tittles (lmao).
masterlist.
You dragged your feet up the cracked stairway of your apartment complex, every step felt heavier than the last. The flickering fluorescent light above buzzed like it might just give up, kind of like you.
Bills overdue. Boss breathing down your neck. Bank account clinging desperately to two sad little digits. Love life? Yeah, never met her.
You exhaled a deep sigh and unlocked your apartment door, longing to collapse into bed and drift into the sweet void of dreamless sleep.
But before you could even step away from the doorway, a sharp knock echoed through the door.
You frowned, glancing back. Who the hell could it be at this hour? Another poor soul doomed like you to stay awake past human limits?
Groaning, you swung the door open.
And there he was.
A manโno, something else, stood on the threshold.
Strawberry-blonde hair tousled messily over his forehead, short curved black horns peeking out. A pair of black, leathery wings fluttered behind him, like a restless catโs tail. His big brown eyes sparkled with something mischievous but weirdly, it wasn't malicious. Just... lively.
He grinned wide enough to flash sharp canines. "Hello, mortal! Iโm Soul, a devil sent to make your already pitiful life even worse."
You blinked once.
Twice.
Then, without a word, you slammed the door shut in his face. "Probably just some crazy cosplayer," you muttered under your breath. "Or a weird cult recruiter. Yeah, no thanks."
You locked the deadbolt and dragged yourself toward the kitchen. You grabbed a glass for water, turned aroundโand screamed.
There he was, again. Inside. Perched on top of the kitchen counter while looking at you dead in the eyes, the wings behind him fluttering lightly.
"What the fuckโ?!" You stumbled back, heart punching against your ribs. Soul pouted, looking genuinely offended. "Rude. I introduced myself and everything."
You stared at him. Then at the door, it still locked tight. Then back at him.
Yeah.
This was it. Corporate burnout had finally eaten the last of your brain cells.
At first, Soul did his best to fulfill his "mission" or at least, he tried. He scattered marbles across the floor to trip you up on your way to work, but you stepped right over them while you were too busy fixing your crooked tie.
He whispered "scary things" by your ear at night, but instead of nightmares, his soft voice lulled you into the deepest sleep youโd had in months.
Once, when you groaned in bed with hunger pangs after skipping dinner again, he panicked so hard he broke a lamp trying to fry you an egg. The fire alarm went off, the egg was an unspeakable horror.
"Youโre terrible at this," you told him one morning as he triedโand failed, to hide all your left shoes. He pouted harder, his arms swinging defeatedly as his wings drooping like a sad puppyโs ears. "I'm trying my best."
You should have been furious. You should have kicked him out, assuming you even could.
Instead, despite it all, despite how completely absurd it was, you found yourself... growing attached to him.
Soul was special.
Not because he was terrifying, far from it.
He was curious. Oddly gentle, even when he was trying to be a menace. Sometimes, he reminded you more of a lonely kid than a creature of hell.
One day, trudging home with Soul floating lazily behind you (somehow only you could see him, another tick in the "Iโm going insane" column), he suddenly stopped mid-step, wide-eyed.
You turned around, frowning.
He was staring into a pop-up store window, at a small collection of overpriced collectibles.
You walked closer, puzzled. His gaze was locked onto a single itemโa round, furry baby monkey doll with round eyes and freckles decorating its chubby cheeks.
A Monchhichi.
And Soul looked... starstruck.
His brown eyes were sparkling. You almost laughed at how awestruck he was.
Without thinking muchโbecause honestly, if you were crazy already, what was one more impulsive decisionโyou bought it.
When you handed the Monchhichi to him, his entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. His wings even gave a little flutter, unable to contain the joy. You hadn't seen anyone (human or otherwise) look that happy in a long time.
And just like that, something between you shifted.
Sure, Soul still tried to make your life "miserable" by hiding socks, setting your alarm earlier by accident, but there's nothing that you couldn't handle in your miserable life before.
And somedays when Soul isn't trying to do "evil" he made a great companion.
He sat beside you during your shows, tossing out loud commentary that made you roll your eyes. He tried to bake cookies once during a rainy weekend, burning half of them, then proudly shoving one charred disaster into your mouth anyway. โDelicious, right? I made it with evil.โ
He even tried to spook you while you were in the showerโonly to trip, yanking the shower curtain (and rod) down in a tangle.
Chaos.
Exhausting.
And somehow... strangely comforting.
One time you caught him humming softly while fixing the wobbly photo frames you never bothered with. Despite being a devil, he has a voice of an angel you thought.
Other times, you'd come home to find him quietly venting his frustrations to his Monchhichi doll when you were too tired to even say hello.
You still weren't sure if he was real.
Maybe he was a hallucination. Maybe you've finally snapped, and Soul was your brain's weird way of coping with your mess of a life.
But whether he was real or not, one thing was undeniable. For the first time in years, your world wasnโt that empty anymore. You weren't alone atleast, even if he's just a fragment of your overworked and depressed mind.
And somehow, that was enough.
Even if your new roommate was technically a devil... who couldn't devil properly.
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summary : Life was already unbearable to youโuntil a strange man with horns and wings appeared at your door, claiming he was sent to make it worse. spoiler : he failed, rather miserably i might add.
cw : gender neutral! reader, 2nd person POV, fluff, sfw, romcom, reader is a corporate slave, shitty boss, schizophrenia and depression mentioned. shota might be ooc.
inspired by this soul on fanmeeting. again this one is like one of those romcom manga that have ridiculously long tittles (lmao).
masterlist.
You dragged your feet up the cracked stairway of your apartment complex, every step felt heavier than the last. The flickering fluorescent light above buzzed like it might just give up, kind of like you.
Bills overdue. Boss breathing down your neck. Bank account clinging desperately to two sad little digits. Love life? Yeah, never met her.
You exhaled a deep sigh and unlocked your apartment door, longing to collapse into bed and drift into the sweet void of dreamless sleep.
But before you could even step away from the doorway, a sharp knock echoed through the door.
You frowned, glancing back. Who the hell could it be at this hour? Another poor soul doomed like you to stay awake past human limits?
Groaning, you swung the door open.
And there he was.
A manโno, something else, stood on the threshold.
Strawberry-blonde hair tousled messily over his forehead, short curved black horns peeking out. A pair of black, leathery wings fluttered behind him, like a restless catโs tail. His big brown eyes sparkled with something mischievous but weirdly, it wasn't malicious. Just... lively.
He grinned wide enough to flash sharp canines. "Hello, mortal! Iโm Soul, a devil sent to make your already pitiful life even worse."
You blinked once.
Twice.
Then, without a word, you slammed the door shut in his face. "Probably just some crazy cosplayer," you muttered under your breath. "Or a weird cult recruiter. Yeah, no thanks."
You locked the deadbolt and dragged yourself toward the kitchen. You grabbed a glass for water, turned around... and screamed.
There he was, again. Inside. Perched on top of the kitchen counter while looking at you dead in the eyes, the wings behind him fluttering lightly.
"What the fuckโ?!" You stumbled back, heart punching against your ribs. Soul pouted, looking genuinely offended. "Rude. I introduced myself and everything."
You stared at him. Then at the door, it still locked tight. Then back at him.
Yeah.
This was it. Corporate burnout had finally eaten the last of your brain cells.
At first, Soul did his best to fulfill his "mission" or at least, he tried. He scattered marbles across the floor to trip you up on your way to work, but you stepped right over them while you were too busy fixing your crooked tie.
He whispered "scary things" by your ear at night, but instead of nightmares, his soft voice lulled you into the deepest sleep youโd had in months.
Once, when you groaned in bed with hunger pangs after skipping dinner again, he panicked so hard he broke a lamp trying to fry you an egg. The fire alarm went off, the egg was an unspeakable horror.
"Youโre terrible at this," you told him one morning as he tried, and failed to hide all your left shoes. He pouted harder, his arms swinging defeatedly as his wings drooping like a sad puppyโs ears. "I'm trying my best."
You should have been furious. You should have kicked him out, assuming you even could.
Instead, despite it all, despite how completely absurd it was, you found yourself... growing attached to him.
Soul was special.
Not because he was terrifying, far from it.
He was curious. Oddly gentle, even when he was trying to be a menace. Sometimes, he reminded you more of a lonely kid than a creature of hell.
One day, trudging home with Soul floating lazily behind you (somehow only you could see him, another tick in the "Iโm going insane" column), he suddenly stopped mid-step, wide-eyed.
You turned around, frowning.
He was staring into a pop-up store window, at a small collection of overpriced collectibles.
You walked closer, puzzled. His gaze was locked onto a single itemโa round, furry baby monkey doll with round eyes and freckles decorating its chubby cheeks.
A Monchhichi.
And Soul looked... starstruck.
His brown eyes were sparkling. You almost laughed at how awestruck he was.
Without thinking much because honestly, if you were crazy already, what was one more impulsive decision... so you bought it.
When you handed the Monchhichi to him, his entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. His wings even gave a little flutter, unable to contain the joy. You hadn't seen anyone (human or otherwise) look that happy in a long time.
And just like that, something between you shifted.
Sure, Soul still tried to make your life "miserable" by hiding socks, setting your alarm earlier by accident, but there's nothing that you couldn't handle in your miserable life before.
And somedays when Soul isn't trying to do "evil" he made a great companion.
He sat beside you during your shows, tossing out loud commentary that made you roll your eyes. He tried to bake cookies once during a rainy weekend, burning half of them, then proudly shoving one charred disaster into your mouth anyway. โDelicious, right? I made it with evil.โ
He even tried to spook you while you were in the showerโonly to trip, yanking the shower curtain (and rod) down in a tangle.
It's chaotic and exhausting, but somehow... strangely comforting.
One time you caught him humming softly while fixing the wobbly photo frames you never bothered with. Despite being a devil, he has a voice of an angel you thought.
Other times, you'd come home to find him quietly venting his frustrations to his Monchhichi doll when you were too tired to even say hello.
You still weren't sure if he was real. Maybe he was a hallucination. Maybe you've finally snapped, and Soul was your brain's weird way of coping with your mess of a life.
But whether he was real or not, one thing was undeniable. For the first time in years, your world wasnโt that empty anymore. You weren't alone atleast, even if he's just a fragment of your overworked and depressed mind.
And somehow, that was enough.
Even if your new roommate was technically a devil... who couldn't devil properly.
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โ Seonghwa's pet cat had gone missing while he's out of town, unknowingly the fur baby has found its way to a sleep deprived art major student who goes into the same college.
Park Seonghwa x Gender Neutral! Reader SMAU Ft. P1Harmony & ATEEZ.
chapter cw : a written chapter!! brief mention of ginger slanders /lh since jiung have his iconic ginger hair in here, friendly banter, slight oyaho, mention of reader's past relationship, hwa is only mentioned, just a soft and (alot) of teasing moments with the boys.
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You were lying comfortably on your bed, half-asleep, when a loud knock on your dorm's door shattered the peace. A familiar voice followed, shouting your name with zero consideration for your neighbors. Groaning, you forced yourself up and trudged toward the door.
"Okay, okay! Stop yelling! I don't want another noise complaint because of your loud asses," you muttered as you swung the door open.
There stood Jiung, beaming at you with that signature gummy smile. On his leftโKeeho stood with his arms crossed, exuding sass without even saying a word, and intak beaming a small smirk before holding a peace sign on jiung's right.
Behind them, Soul waved enthusiastically with both hands in the air while Jongseob stood next to him, eyes glued to his phoneโno doubt bullying some poor kid on Roblox.
"Didnโt I tell you guys I only invited Soul?" you asked, though your smirk gave away your amusement.
Keeho rolled his eyes dramatically and brushed past you like he owned the place. "We donโt need your invitation."
"Oh, rude," you said in mock offense, stepping aside to let the rest in. "Shoes offโor Theoโs gonna kick your asses."
Before anyone could respond, Jiung lets out a squeal, eyes locked onto Hwaseong who was perched on the couch grooming herself like a queen. She paused for a brief second as the boys approached, then went back to licking her paws, unbothered.
"Seonghwa said sheโs not that fond of strangers," you commented, watching the scene unfold, "but sheโs been super clingy to meโฆ and Theo, especially," you added, the last part laced with playful bitterness.
As if to prove your point, Hwaseong hissed and swatted her claws at Jiung and Intak as they neared her, making both boys yelp and step back, visibly disappointed.
Keeho just sighed and made a beeline for your kitchen with Jongseob in tow, opening your fridge like he lived there.
You chuckled mischievously as you watch Jiung and Intak pout while trying and failing to coax the cat, who remained steadfast in her distaste.
"She probably doesnโt like Intak because heโs a puppy," you teased as Intak flopped dramatically onto the couch like a kicked dog, further proving your point. You turned to Jiung with a smirk.
"And she probably hates you because youโre ginger."
Jiung frowned. "Thatโs racism."
"You know I meant that affectionately."
"Affectionate my ass!"
Laughter erupted from the kitchen, and you turned to see Keeho and Jongseob emerging with arms full of snacks.
"So, Theoโs not home?" Jongseob asked, already crunching on your hot Cheetos.
You glanced at Keeho knowingly.
"Heโs out doing some group project," Keeho answered for you.
"Of course youโd know," you teased, squinting at him.
"Weโre literally in the same class, you punk," he muttered, though his voice held no real edge as he popped a chip into his mouth.
"Yeah, sure."
The room slowly filled with casual chatter, light teasing, and bursts of laughter. It felt warm and familiar, the kind of comfort you didnโt always get to appreciate, but always held close.
Your gaze shifted when you saw Soul walking out of the kitchen, and your eyes widened. In his arms, Hwaseong was curled up, looking entirely content. She blinked lazily, even nuzzling closer to Soulโs chest.
"Well, would you look at that," you murmured.
Jiung gasped. "How the hell can he touch her??"
You snorted. "Of course sheโd love Shota."
"You have to speak in alien language," Soul said rather seriously, still rocking the cat like a baby. Jiung triedโpoorlyโmaking high-pitched noises, but only earned another hiss and a half-hearted swipe.
"Okay, I think she just hates you, Jiung" you said with a grin.
"She's just like you, Yn. And i thought she was Seonghwa's?"
You perked up slightly at the mention of Seonghwaโs name. The boys noticed immediately and collectively groaned, except for Soul, who remained happily distracted by Hwaseong.
"I regret ever mentioning his name," Jiung muttered.
"Hey! You take that back. No one talks shit about my future wife in front of me!" you protested, pointing at him with a piece of chip between your fingers.
Keeho rolled his eyes for the nth time that evening. "And here you said Iโm the one whoโs down bad for Theo. You literally collapse whenever Seonghwa is mentioned."
"Not my fault heโs so damn fine."
"Canโt blame Y/N, honestly," Intak chimed in, eyes still on the TV. "Heโs pretty and handsome at the same time. Thatโs why heโs so popular on campus. Iโm pretty sure heโs been modeling since middle school."
You raised a brow. "How do you know that?"
"Saw him in a fashion catalogue. Plus, everybody knows him at this point." He shrugged as he reach to steal a chip from (your) Jongseob's bag.
"Everybody except Y/N," Keeho snorted. "Even Jongseob knows his name atleast, and the kid's only know skibidi toilet" a single cheeto flew at Keeho's direction as the young man who threw it glares at him. "You act like i was just born yesterday"
You ignore Jongseob as you shot a glare at Keeho. "Okay, wellโฆ maybe I regret not noticing him sooner, but likeโheโs totally into me."
You said it jokingly, but there was a subtle twitch in your smile, like you were trying too hard to keep it light. The boys caught it. They exchanged a look, then Keeho sighed and set his snack down.
"Hey," he said, a little more serious now. "Whatever happensโwhether this Seonghwa thing works out or notโweโve got your back, alright?"
You blinked, a little caught off guard.
"Youโve been through enough. That last relationship really took a toll on you. We all know it. So if Seonghwa makes you smile again, weโll support it. If he breaks your heartโฆ well it's not that hard to hide a body right?," he finished with a smirk. The others laughs but still nod and murmuring in agreement.
"Yeah, Iโll fight him," Jiung said, flexing his biceps dramatically.
"Youโll lose," Intak pointed out with a smirk.
"I didnโt say Iโd win."
You let out a laugh, genuine and warm, and looked around at your chaotic, loving circle of friends. "Thanks, guys," you said softly, smiling fondly.
The moment lasted a beat longer before Jongseob ruined it.
"Soโฆ can I still eat your ice cream or is that crossing the line?"
You groaned, chucking a pillow at him. "You already crossed the line the moment you opened my Cheetos!"
Laughter erupted again, and just like that, everything felt right.
honey... i'm home... i swear I'm still alive (hardly), anyways sorry for the wait, I'm going to start writing again uh.. tomorrow maybe? yeah so please look forward to it, sorry again for being inactive ๐ซ
hi guys! just wanted to say that i'm so sorry to keep you guys waiting!!
but i have to take a break for like a week or so, bcs i have interviews to do, moving out bcs of my internship, etc etc.
so i haven't really got the time to finish anything yet ๐ but hopefully i will have some spare time to update soon, i promise i will update as soon as i can๐งโโ๏ธ
