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MASTERLIST
SEVENTEEN
ATEEZ
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
CHOI SAN X JUNG WOOYOUNG X FEM!READER
As you get up and walk away he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his. Hello, you.
WARNINGS: Sex work(male strippers), unprotected sex, threesome, lots of mxm action, oral sex, double penetration, restraints, handjobs, mentions of violence.
As the red lights lining the hallway flash and the sirens blare, San hears the safety bolts on the door turn shut – the facility is going on lockdown. The chaos from whatever was going on stopped the staff from doing their nightly roundups, where they sent patients back to their rooms. The sound of the guard's boots hitting the linoleum floor as they run down the hallway snaps him from his trance. He quickly slips into a supply closet, pushing himself into the corner, waiting for the right moment to leave. The guards run past the room he’s i,n and he slips out, casually walking down the hallway. As the screaming and commotion continue, he walks faster down the hallway towards the door leading to the yard, hoping the disturbance masks what he's about to do. He slips through the door, jogging towards the gap in the fence he discovered a few weeks back. Yes, this was his plan all along, but does he really want to go through with it? Hesitating, he weighed his options; was he really going to leave this place knowing he had no money, nowhere to go, and nothing to eat? Or does he stay in this shit hole and die? He isn’t able to weigh his options as bullets begin flying toward him. He ducks down and slips through the hole, beginning to sprint through the woods.
As he maneuvers through the trees he hears a loud thump, followed by a whiny “fuck”. He swiftly turns around to see a head full of black hair writhing on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, taken aback, ready to take off.
“Are you not going to offer to help me off the floor?” the man pants out.
When he realizes San isn’t going to help him, he gets off the floor, dusting his pants off. “You run really fucking fast dude, holy shit-,”
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, pushing the man up against a tree.
“I’m Wooyoung, we literally sit at the same table at lunch,” the man sputters out, voice laced with panic.
“Why are you following me?” he asks his guard up.
“Who says I’m following you? Maybe you’re just-”
“Shut the fuck up” San seethes out, pushing Wooyoung into the tree harder.
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck just go your own way. I’m not getting caught because of you.”
He lets him go and begins to walk away. He hears footsteps approach him, making him groan.
“To be fair, I know you don’t know where you’re going. I’m just saying it would be beneficial to have someone by your side.”
“I don’t fucking know you. Get lost.” San says getting frustrated.
He keeps walking, but Wooyoung runs up to him, beginning to walk next to him.
“You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be out of that shit hole. I’ve been in there for so long. Ugh, they wouldn't even let me go into the courtyard. I mean, just look at the grass, the trees, the birds, how lovely.” Wooyoung rambles on.
San continues to walk, trying to tune out this annoying freak’s rambling. San’s feet are beginning to burn, they've been walking aimlessly for hours, hoping to find a sign of life. The pair finally makes it to a dusty road. The facility was isolated from the rest of society, the only things in the area being a small gas station and a pub.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Wooyoung jokes.
San ignores him, walking into the gas station and hearing the bell jingle when Wooyoung enters behind him. San grabs a bag of chips and a beer from the fridge, cracking it open and sipping. He grabs two T-shirts from a shelf, figuring Wooyoung is not leaving his side anytime soon. He looks over his shoulder at Wooyoung eating donuts out of the case. The gas station worker is giving them weird looks, but San looks around for something to threaten the worker with. He finds a metal pipe at the back of the store, and picks it up, ready to rob this place, only to see Wooyoung with one hand in the register and the other pointing towards the wall of cigarettes, seemingly distracting the employee.
“The fuck is this guy doing?” San whispers under his breath, slowly approaching Wooyoung.
“Ah, actually, I don’t think you guys have it, sorry for the trouble, sweetheart,” Wooyoung says with a charming smirk, shoving the money into his pockets before turning and running off. San drops the pipe and follows, grabbing a sandwich before he jogs through the door.
“Dude, were you seriously going to bash that poor kid's head in? You fucking psycho.”
San gives him a blank look. Is he serious? “Just shut the fuck up. How much money did you get?”
Wooyoung pulls out the money and counts it up. A lousy $237.
“This won’t even last us two weeks.” San sighs.
“C’mon, Debby Downer, have some hope, I have a great idea to make us some money.”
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Wooyoung drags San across the city to his “Bestest of friends” house. After banging on the door for at least five minutes, it finally opens.
“What the fuck? Wooyoung?” the man says, clearly appalled by what he’s seeing.
“Yeosang! Long time no see.” Wooyoung says with a wide smile, pushing past Yeosang and walking into the apartment.
“What are you- how the fuck- WOOYOUNG?”
San just laughs, nodding at Yeosang and walking into the apartment.
“I like what you did with the place. Jongho didn’t decorate very nicely since I was last here.” Wooyoung says, immediately foraging in the fridge.
“I didn't do what now?” presumably Jongho asks as he emerges from the hallway.
“Jongho! Hey!” Wooyoung says, going in for a hug.
“Woo what the fuck? How are you here?”
“So many questions, why don’t we just bring the love back?” Wooyoung sighs.
“Wooyoung, you’ve been in a psychiatric ward for two years,” Jongho says slowly, backing away.
“Yeah, but Sannie here made a run for it and I joined him,” Wooyoung says with a wide smile.
“You were also there?” Yeosang asks with wide eyes, inching closer to the door, likely ready to make a run for it. “Wooyoung you gotta get the fuck out.”
“Why?”
“You’re a fucking psycho. You’ve killed people!”
“Yeosang chill, I’m fine.”
“You’re obviously not fine! You- you- what the fuck?” Jongho blubbers out, stumbling over his words in shock.
“If I knew you guys would react like this, I wouldn’t have come here,” Wooyoung says with a pout, taking a seat on the couch.
“I’m not housing two criminals!”
“Hey, I’m not a criminal,” San speaks up, taking offense to such a bold statement.
“Whatever you are, you need to leave. I’m fucking serious this is nuts.”
“Listen, we just need a place to crash until we get our shit sorted, then we’ll be out of your hair,” Wooyoung says to Jongho, slowly approaching him.
“Now, I must say I wouldn't want to force your hands. You can’t find some kindness in your heart to house your poor old Woo?” Wooyoung says with a chipper voice, but his body language communicates anything but.
Jongho glups, his eyes dart to Yeosang. “Y-yea sure, you can take the couch.”
“Great! I’m gonna go take a shower, San, make yourself at home.”
San hesitantly takes a seat on the couch, across from where Yeosang and Jongho now sit. The room is eerily silent.
“So… the weather’s been great.” San chuckles awkwardly.
“Yea-” Yeosang and Jongho say at the same time, stiff as boards.
San gets up, upset that he actually misses Wooyoung’s presence in this moment. He leans forward toward the two men as if he has something to say. “BOO” he yells and the men fall backwards, the couch tumbling with them.
San chuckles, walking towards where he saw Wooyoung go and entering the bathroom. “It’s hard to make yourself a home when there are two grown men staring at you on the verge of tears,” San whispers to Wooyoung through the shower curtain as he picks up a toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth.
“Dude, they’ll be fine, they know I’d ever hurt them. You kill one guy and suddenly the whole world thinks you’re a psychopath.” Wooyoung sighs, pulling back the shower curtain and grabbing a towel.
“Wait why are you even in that shit hole?” San asks hesitantly.
“That's a story for another time. Come on, I know you're probably hungry. I'm a great cook.” Wooyoung says, leaving the bathroom and heading toward the kitchen with the towel hung low on his hips.
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Standing outside Wooyoung’s “great idea to make money,” San begins to wish he had just stayed locked up.
“A strip club?” San asked, looking at Wooyoung like he was crazy.
“Dude, C’mon! You’re hot, I’m hot, why waste our potential?”
“Wait, WE’RE the strippers? Fuck no man.” San says, turning to walk away.
Wooyoung grabs him by his collar, attempting to drag him towards the entrance. “I know the owner, I’m sure she’ll let us work, she’s got a thing for criminals, something about 'more sex appeal, blah blah blah.” Do you know how much we can make in one night? This isn’t some dingy strip club, there's a spending minimum! Only rich ass people go here there’s no way we’re making less than 10 thousand a night.”
“For the love of god I’m not a fucking Criminal.” San exlaims, beginning to get tired of Wooyoung’s shit.
“Ok, Ok. Let’s just go scope out the scenery. We should keep our options open.” Wooyoung pleads.
San reluctantly walks into the club with Wooyoung, the bouncers oddly paying the pair no mind. Loud house music pumps through the speakers along with loads of giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There are servers dressed in suits passing out drinks to patrons who look too well-dressed for this part of town.
“This is too nice to be a strip club?” San says, bewildered by the environment.
“I was a high class bitch before all this, I wouldn’t bring us to a dingy fucking strip club,” Wooyoung says with an eye roll, grabbing a drink off a tray and heading towards a glass staircase towards the back of the building.
“High Class? So you’re rich or something?”
“Again, that's a story for another time,” Wooyoung replies, opening a velvet red door and heading down the dimly lit hallway.
Stopping infornt a set of double doors, Wooyoung turns to San. “Ok, dude, this lady is no joke. Just because she likes me doesn’t mean she’ll like you too, ok? Don’t say anything stupid.” With that, Wooyoung pushes the doors open and walks into a dimly lit office.
“Y/N?” he says in a sing-song voice, looking around the office.
“She's not here,” says a woman, emerging from what San assumes is the bathroom.
“Wooyoung?” the woman asks with a scoff. “You and your fucking tricks, how are you here.”
“You know I’m getting real sick of everyone being upset to see me. The greatest, sexiest, not to mention funniest person you know is locked away in a dungeon for two years, and you can’t even offer him a hug when he gets out?”
“Whose the hottie?” San asks Wooyoung, staring at nothing but her tits.
“My names Yuqi and my eyes are up here asshole.”
“But my eyes would much rather stay down here,” San says with a smirk.
“Not cool, dude,” Wooyoung says with a frown, giving San a shove.
“You might as well get rid of him now Woo, Y/N won’t tolerate this bullshit,” Yuqi says, taking a seat at the desk in the center of the room.
“He’s not normally like this.”
“Yes, I am-” “Anyway, where is Y/N?” Wooyoung says, cutting off San.
“She’s out running a few errands.”
“Isn’t that your job?”
“Wooyoung, why are you here?” Yuqi says, getting tired of the back and forth.
“We need jobs.”
She gives him a blank look. Glancing at San, then at Wooyoung.
“No. We don’t need the police investigating us,” she says with a sigh
“The police aren't after us.”
“They aren’t?” San asks.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” Wooyoung yells at San, turning back to face Yuqi.
“I’m handling all of that, don’t worry.”
“You’re gonna have to ask Y/N. I’m not in charge here anyway.”
“When is she coming back?”
“Beats me,” Yuqi says with a shrug, rummaging through some papers on the desk.
“Plus, why do you need a job? Can’t you just-” “No. I can’,t” Wooyoung say,s cutting her off. “Not yet, at least. We’ll wait downstairs for Y/N.”
Wooyoung turns to leave, San following behind.
“Wait,” Yuqi says, getting up and opening a closet full of at least 10 of the same outfit. She throws Wooyoung two sets of Calvin Klein briefs, followed by blue jeans and a white wife-beater.
“Make some cash before boss lady comes back,” she says with a wink, turning back to sit at the desk.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Wooyoung says with a smile, exiting the room.
“I’m not fucking stripping,” San grumbles.
“Yes the fuck you are. You’ve had a stick up your ass since we left that place. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be in jail already! Listen, if you wanna go off on your own go the fuck ahead.” Wooyoung says, walking away from San in a rage.
“I know I haven't been the best company, but how could I? We broke out of a fucking mental institution of course my gaurd would be up! You’re acting like this is just another fucking tuesday!”
Wooyoung ignores his, continuing to walk away. San groans, following him. He knows it’s true. If it wasn’t for Wooyoung, he’d probably be right back where he came from.
“We'd better make some crazy money doing this,” San says with an eye roll.
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Maybe the stripping isn’t so bad. San ditched the wife-beater moments after coming on stage, tearing it in half in hopes of putting on a show. The sweat from the heat of the lights gives his body a sheen, defining his abs and muscles. The cheers from the crowds and the money being thrown made him grateful to his past self for spending so much time working out. He looks over to Wooyoung, noting how built he also is. The man is at the edge of the stage on his knees, with a stack of money in between his teeth, and a woman from the audience fiddling with the button on his jeans. He’s way too into this.
San leans down and grabs a cup of liquor from someone sitting in front of him, bringing it to his lips and letting it spill down his chest. The crowd grows louder at that, catching Wooyoung's attention. San runs his hands down his chest, dipping them into the waist of his jeans and slightly tugging them down, teasing his admirers. He jumps when he feels a warm tongue lick the dark liquid off his abs. San looks down at Wooyoung, shocked.
“Tate's good,” Wooyoung murmurs, continuing to clean up the spill and traveling up to San’s neck. The crowd is eating it up, the money on the floor and stage having hit the tens of thousands. Wooyoung begins to suck on San’s neck, leaving behind dark hickeys. San throws his head back and savors it, lolling his head to the side, and he examines the crowd. He scans the faces of the club’s patrons, thoroughly unimpressed, that is, until he sees you. Sitting in a plush leather armchair, adorned with a fur coat and jewels, San’s breath catches in his throat. The noise of the club drowns out, his head full of his own heartbeat. At that moment, he sees it, feels it, tastes it, he's finally found the sweetest form of ecstasy. He realizes this is what every moment in his life has prepared him for. Hello, you.
He grabs Wooyoung’s hair, pulling him off of him, and brings his lips to Wooyoung's ears. “Whose the chick in the white fur coat?” he whispers, trailing his hand down Wooyoung's chest in an attempt to keep the show going. Wooyoung turns his head and smirks.
“That’s boss lady,” he whispers into San’s ear.
As you get up and walk away, he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his.
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“Yuqi, why is Wooyoung here?” You ask as you enter your office, setting down your black mini Kelly bag.
“I’m wondering the same thing.” She responds, handing you a glass of water.
“Let me rephrase: why did you let them get on stage at my club and dance? Are you trying to destroy my business?”
“I-I didn’t think it would be a problem. Wooyoung used to be one of our top spenders, so I figured you wouldn’t mind. I apologize.” Yuqi stutters out, eyes fixed on the ground.
“For future reference, don’t make decisions on my behalf,” you say with a condescending smile.
You know you’re a cunt and you also know Yuqi doesnt desrever to be spoken to like that, but you have facades to maintain and a business to run. Your club “Django” brings in millions of dollars a month, your clientele comes for the best performers the world has to offer, so having Wooyoung frolicking around on stage can not happen again.
“Whose the other one?”
“I didn’t catch his name. I assume he’s one of Woo’s friends.”
“Well, I told security to escort them here once they were finished, so we shall find out shortly .”
As if on cue, security brings in the pair, dumping them on the loveseat in the corner of the office and leaving.
Wooyoung immediately gets up, approaching you.
“Y/N, oh, how I’ve missed that pretty face. You know it was really thrilling to be on the other side of the stage-”
“Sit down.”
Wooyoung shuts up and sits down.
You look over to the unknown man, and you must say he is a walking wet dream. Just your type, and with the way he’s looking at you, you’re just his, too.
“What's your name?”
“Whatever you want it to be, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk, looking up at you innocently.
You walk up to him, gently grabbing his chin. “I’m not the one to fuck with pretty boy. What’s your name?”
“San.”
San? You’ve heard that name before. “Do you happen to know a Park Seonghwa?”
He shoots up, eyes wide. “You know that fucker?”
You giggle, knowing exactly why he’s reacting like this. “You healed up well, I would've never imagined you got your face pummeled just a few months ago.”
“How do you know that?” he asks, getting irritated.
“He’s a good friend of mine. I just met with him, actually, I’m sure you can imagine why.”
“Are you hiding him?”
“Hiding him? Now, who do you think I am?”
“You’re clearly powerful if you're frolicking around with him.”
You shrug, pouring yourself a drink. “Let’s move on, shall we? Why were you dancing on my stage, Wooyoung? I’m not used to you being the one on stage.”
“We needed some cash, and I knew we’d get it here.”
“So you took it upon yourself to go behind my back and take my money?”
“What do you mean by your money? That’s ours.”
You laugh. “No, it’s mine. You two aren’t my employees, you can’t use my facilities for your own gain, so that's my money.”
“Yuqi, how much did they make?” You turn to her, watching her walk over to the computer on your desk to check.
“Uhhhh, about 20K.”
“Wow, what a decent start. I guess the crowd loved you two. Too bad you won’t see any of it,” you say to them, leaning against your desk.
“You can’t just take our money. That's not cool, Y/N, you know we need it.”
“Wooyoung, we both know you don’t need it.” You roll your eyes.
“What can we do to earn the money, pretty girl?” San says, walking up to you. “Need us to go put on a show again? Scrub the floors? Massage your feet? Eat you out? Though I’d do the last one free of charge,” he cages you in against the desk.
“You sure do have a mouth on you, Sannie.” You chuckle, finding this amusing.
“I really do try my hardest to impress pretty girls.”
“But if you want to leave this club alive, you should back away from me, ” you say, moving your coat aside to show the gun in your waistband. His eyes widen, and he slightly backs up.
Wooyoung appears next to San, a pleading look on his face. “Please, Y/N. We’ll do whatever you want, we really need the money.”
You smile at that. “Ok, I’ll humor you. Take the money, and feel free to come back to work here. But I’ll be taking 40% of your earnings, and I’ll cash in that “We’ll do whatever you want” promise at another time. Sounds good.”
Both men nod, but San can’t leave it at that. “Here I am thinking I might’ve been able to get a taste of that pretty pussy.” he says with a frown.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, pretty boy. But for now get the fuck out. And stay low, I don’t need police in here” you say with a smile.
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San’s doing the opposite of staying low. He’s at the mall trying to enjoy his few days of freedom before the police inevitably catch him. Before he left your office two nights ago, he pocketed some money, enough for some new shows and a pretzel. After an odd encounter with a man on the pretzel line whose wallet was “too deep in his bag” to pay, he strolled around the mall only to see you leisurely walking into Dolce and Gabbana. Seemingly having an appointment as the store clerks begin to close the doors behind you. San rushes forward, but the doors shut in his face.
You turn around and laugh at him, standing outside with a pout. “Let him in,” you say to the clerk. San steps inside, and the doors lock behind him. He watches you walk around, observing the clothes and bags silently. Unsure if to speak, San just stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
“You know, if I were you, I wouldn’t even leave my house. You’re quite bold for someone in your predicament,” you say calmly, finally looking up at him.
“I have nothing to lose.”
“Fair point. What do you want with me?”
“Your attention.”
You walk up to him. “Sweetheart, my time costs money, and I’m quite sure you can’t afford that.”
Well, you have a point. “Is there any way I can earn it?”
“In your dreams, sweet boy,” you say with a smirk. “What's up with you and Wooyoung?”
Hearing his name makes San frown, he doesn't want to hear you talking about any other man.
“I'm about one Harry Potter reference away from ditching him.”
“Sounds about right.” You hover a wall of heels. “San, why don’t you help me decide which ones to get?”
He walks over to you, contemplating. He picks up black strapped heels with a red rose down the back. “These.”
“Cute.” You nod to the associate who adds the heels to the list of items. “Is there anything here you’d like for yourself, San?”
He walks over to a black lace-trimmed bralette and holds it up with a smirk.”Would love to see you in this.”
You roll your eyes, walking to the counter to check out.
You hand your bags to San, since he’s here, he might as well be of use. You stop by a few more stores before heading to your car. You decided to be nice and drive San back, it's the least you can do for your newest employee. Stopping outside the address he gave you, you look at him. “I expect to see you at work today.”
“I’ll be there at your service,” he says with a smirk.
“Get out.”
“Wait, can I ask you something?”
You side-eye him but nod.
“What did you and Seonghwa talk about?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“I just- I want to know how he hasn’t been caught. I don't wanna go back to that place, they left me there to die, I don't want to be there again.”
You hear his voice shake, surprised by the vulnerability. You softly grab his chin and turn his face to look at you.
“Don’t worry about that, I’m handling it. Just focus on making me money.”
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10 pm sharp, San and Wooyoung are standing in your office, adorned in white button-ups and slacks.
“San, undo a few more buttons, we aren't here to be modest.” You say after briefly examining them. Wooyoung unbuttons the shirt for him, leaving only the bottom two buttons done up.
“We have a high-profile client here tonight, It’s her bachelorette party. Theres a 10k minimum to book the front of the stage, but the goal is for her to spend more, make sure to get slutty.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” wooyoung says.
You hand them two in-ear pieces. “Every employee wears these; you can communicate by pressing this little button.” They slip in the devices, ready to make some money.
“I’ll be watching, don't disappoint.”
The pair heads downstairs to the stage. The club is packed, men and women dancing on stage and filling the seats.
San turns to Wooyoung. “I know how to get money out of this lady, just follow my lead, ok?”
“I don’t know if I trust you.”
“That’s too bad. When I get her attention, bring a chair on stage.”
Wooyoung climbs onto the stage, San staying on the floor with the crowd. The music starts, and Wooyoung begins seductively dancing. San walks up to the couch, dead center. A black haired woman wearing a bachelorette sash lays her eyes on him.
He kneels in front of her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. “Last night of freedom?”
She just nods with wide eyes as her friends squeal.
“Great choice to spend it with me,” he says with a wide smile, his dimples showing. The money starts flowing, her friends throwing cash as he slides his hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips.
“Come up on stage with me and my friend,” he pulls to stand and guides her onto the stage where Wooyoung brought the chair. He gently shoves her on to sit onto it and grabs Wooyoung by the collar, bringing them to eye level with her. “It's this pretty lady's last day of Freedom, why don't we make it sweet?” San pulls WooYoung to his knees and falls to his knees himself. They both look up at the woman with wide eyes. “Your wish is our command, sweet thing.”
Wooyoung starts kissing up the woman's legs, and San follows suit, maintaining eye contact with her. The crowd loves it. Money was raining down on them. As they inch closer up Wooyoung's lips brush sans. “Oops,” he says with a smirk, looking at her throw her head back with a groan. “Oh, you like that?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung by the neck and pulling him closer. “How much are you willing to pay to see us kiss?”
“Name a price,” she says breathlessly.
“What do you say, Wooyoungie?” San says, placing a kiss on his jaw.
“I’ve been wanting to go shopping, how does 20k sound?” he says, tangling his fingers in sans hair.
“Done,” the woman says.
“Perfect.”
San pulls Wooyoung's lips to his, hand still on his neck. The crowd somehow gets louder as their lips connect, the kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth clashing. San pulls back, out of breath, his eyes glancing up to the balcony and connecting with yours.
He looks back at Wooyoung and whispers in his ear. “Lets do the same shit from last time”
Wooyoung hops off stage, grabbing some liquor from the woman's friends, and San straddles her and unbuttons his shirt. Wooyoung begins to pour the cool liquid down sans chest, rubbing his hand up and down sans hard abs..
“Go on, lick it up, sweet girl,” Wooyoung says. The woman hesitantly licks, looking up at the pair with wide eyes. “Just like that, baby,” San says, pulling her head closer as Wooyoung licks up the liquor he poured on San's neck. The woman becomes bold, placing her hands on the back of San’s thighs. She becomes more comfortable, her hands sliding around to the front of his thighs, trailing up to his crotch. San pulls back slightly, but the woman doesn't stop, hands becoming a little too close to comfort. The discomfort visible on San’s face.
“Security, get this bitch out of my club,” you say into the ear peice, security quickly interrupting, guiding the woman and her friends out of the building. San looks up to the balcony and sees you with a scowl, turning and walking back to your office.
Wooyoung lets out a cackle. “She’s jealous, seems like your flirting worked.”
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Wooyoung skips into your office, San following suit.
“So, boss lady, how much did we make?”
You sigh, bending down to pick up a garbage bag stuffed full of money.
“After the club’s cut, about $45”
San’s eyes widened. “We made 45 thousand dollars?”
“Well, you were putting on quite the show, weren’t you?” you say with a tone.
“You can’t be mad I’m a hard worker, baby,” San says with a smirk.
“Whatever,” you say with an eye roll. “I’m having a little get-together at my place, you guys can come if you want.”
“Wow, just like old times,” Wooyoung says with a smile, looking at you with knowing eyes.
“Oh, shut it. Get out.”
“What was that about?” San asks Wooyoung as they're changing into regular clothes.
“Every time I’ve been to one of her little get togethers the night ended with my balls drained.”
San freezes, anger flowing through his veins. “You’ve fucked her?”
Wooyoung senses the shift in the air, getting nervous. “Define fuck.”
San just stares at him with a blank face.
“She likes to well- she likes to play with me. Tie me up, slap me, you know.”
“Of course she did,” San says, still upset. “Wooyoung,how do you know her? Seriously?”
“I used to come here all the time.”
“So you're rich.”
“I’m comfortable. Or should I say once was. It was my parents' money, but once they died it became mine. Until it wasn’t”
“How did your parents die?”
“I killed them,” Wooyoung says, pursing his lips.
“Oh-”
“Well, what happened to the money?”
“I got busted and it all went to my little brother, But hes fucking nine so I won’t see it again until hes 18.”
“Damn.”
“Well, now that I told you my secrets, you tell me yours.”
San sighs. “I allegedly killed my ex-girlfriend. I didn’t, though. She was involved in some shady shit and it caught up to her. I had nothing to do with it, but I got framed, made me out to be some abusive ashole.”
“That sucks. Well, at least we're out of there, let's leave those days behind us.”
“Yeah, until we get caught and end up right back there.”
“Y/N took care of it already, don’t worry,” Yuqi says as she walks into the dressing room, handing Wooyoung a duffel bag to put the cash in.
“What do you mean she took care of it?”
“As far as the police are concerned, you two are dead. Your bodies were found in a lake about a week ago.”
“What?” San says, jaw slack.
“No one's looking for you two anymore, you should be happy. Don’t ask any more questions.”
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Your apartment is just like San expected; large windows plethora of hallways, and a massive kitchen. San sits on the couch while Wooyoung chats up some rando. Sans eyes scan the apartment looking for you, he gets up, wandering down the hallway, hoping to run into you. He passes by door after door until he finds a set of white double doors. He hopes you don't get too mad that he's walking around like he owns the place, but you're the only other person he knows here. He knocks and walks in, spotting you taking off your jewelry at the vanity. You look up at him through the mirror. “You’re quite bold walking into my bedroom uninvited.”
“I wanted to see you.”
“There are loads of people out there to see.”
“Yeah, but they aren't as beautiful as you.”
You roll your eyes dramatically. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel great, glad I made some money.” He says and takes a seat on the edge of your bed.
“I mean with that bitch touching you. I saw your face, I could tell you were uncomfortable.”
“Oh, that. It’s nothing, I guess I was just a little taken aback.”
You get up and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”
He nods with a smile, dimple poking out. You wish he wasnt so damn cute, it would be so much easier to shut down his advances.
“You’re staring,” he says, smile forming into a smirk.
“I know.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“How handsome you are.”
His ears turn red. “You should have heard the things people were saying about you. I know I have no right to get mad, but I did. I want to keep you all to myself,” you say, running your hands from his shoulders onto his jaw.
“How about I take you up on your offer?” you say.
“What offer?”
“You said to earn your money, you’d do a couple of things, and if I remember correctly, eating me out was one of them.
He throws his head back with a groan, pulling you closer to him by your waist and pulling your lips to his. He pulls back, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. From the moment I saw you I needed you to sit that sweet cunt on my face.”
“Well, let's get to it.”
You shove him to lie down on the bed, he pulls off his shirt,a nd you remove your top and pants and straddle him. You bend down to kiss him again, grinding yourself on him, feeling how hard he's gotten.
“I want you to put on a show for me, San. Like you did for them.” You say, feeling his hands run across your ass, squeezing. “Sweet girl, I’d do anything for you.” He drags you up to hover over his mouth, pulling you down by the hips. He makes out with your cunt over your panties, sucking at the fabric, savoring the taste. You throw your head back and moan, the fabric teasing you just the right amount. You begin to grind your hips over his lips, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. He puts both hands to the front of your panties and pulls, ripping them clean in half. “San, those were expensive,” you gasp. He slaps your ass hard in reply, making you topple over, grabbing the head board to steady yourself. He pulls you down harder, running his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste. He rolls your clit around with his tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan out his name. “Fuck, just like that baby.” You say, riding his face harder.
“I had a feeling this would happen.” You hear Wooyoung say from behind you, making you jump. You try to pull away from San, but he only holds you down, moaning into your cunt.
“Have room for another?” Wooyoung says, entering the room fully and walking up to you.
“Woo, fuck- you didnt tell me your friend was so good.” you moan.
“Shit, I didnt even know. But hey- at least you found a way to shut him up.” Wooyoung says with a laugh, pinching your waist. He runs his hands up your sides, stopping at your bra. “Why don't we take this off?” he says, and you nod, feeling the bra come loose and slip off your shoulders. He pulls off his shirt and pulls your lips to his, pinching your nipples, making you moan. He kisses down your neck, leaving marks, stopping to suck and nip at your breast.
“God Baby, you don’t know how much I beat my dick to the thought of our last time together. Do you remember?”
You cleanch at just the thought, san notices and nips your clit out jealosuy making you jump.
“God, you were so sexy,y I don't think I ever came that much in my life. You rode me for so long, fucking hell I couldnt even feel my toes.”
He pulls back, nudging San, who only ignores him. “Dude, make some room,” he says, shoving San harder. San pulls back for a second to send him a nasty look, but moves over. The two men lay underneath you with wide eyes, and you throw your head back, the thought of the scenario overwhelming you.
“Gosh, what a sight” you whispered. You spread your legs wide enough for both of them and sit, instantly moaning at the two tongues exploring you. You feel their tongues working together and fighting to eat you. Both men groan and moan as you clench around their tongues. You feel yourself about to come, you grind your hips harder on their faces, they eat you with more urgency, taking everything you have. You cum with a whimper, feeling your wetness drip down your thighs.
You pull back from the overstimulation and press their heads together, watching them share your juices on each other's tongues. You climb off their laps, rummaging through your bedside table. You pull out two pairs of handcuffs, one red and one black. San flips over to hover over Wooyoung, deepening the kiss and pulling Wooyoung's hands above his head, unintentionally helping you out. You quickly grab his wrists and lock them in place, making San pull back in surprise.
“You too sweet boy, hand them over.”
He places his hands in front of you with a skeptical face. You lock his wrist in place and push him to lie back down next to Wooyoung.
“God, I really needed this.” You say, running your hands across their sculpted chest. You drag your hands down and rub them through their jeans, feeling how hard they've gotten. You start with Wooyoung, knowing it will make San jealous. You pull his sweats down enough to pull his dick out, spitting on his tip and storking the head. He throws his head back with a whiny moan, hands grabbing at nothing as you kiss his tip, looking him in the eye. You stroke him slowly, teasing him. He's leaking so much you can't help but have a taste, wrapping your lips around him. San lets out a heavy sigh, eyes trained on your every movement. You pull off of Wooyoung, looking at San with a laugh. “Need something?”
“Stop playing with me Y/N I deserve it more.”
“You have been good to me, Sannie.”
You stroke Wooyoung with one hand, and pull San out with the other, spitting in your hand. You stroke them slowly, watching them writhe and whimper, hands stuck in front of them. San gets more and more agitated at your pace, trying to buck his hips up into your hands. “Fuck this” he growls out and sits up. You made the mistake of cuffing his hands in the front and not back. He grabs you and shoves your face into Wooyoung's chest. “I dont need my hands to put a bitch in her place.” He presses his cuffed hands into your back, making you arch your back, and slides in raw. You groan at the stretch, feeling him mold your cunt for him. “God, its better than I imagined. He sets a rough pace, pushing your forward into Wooyoung who kisses you, silencing your moans.
“Touch me please” he whimpers as he pulls back.
“If you want something, you have to take it Wooyoung.” San growls from behind you.
Wooyoung huffs, reaching his cuffed hands up to where San is inside you, he looks you in the eye as he slides a finger in, stretching you out more. San slows his pace, watching Wooyoung add another finger. You're breathing heavily, whimpering into the crook of Wooyoung's neck. “You can take me too, right? I want to feel you so bad.” You whine out a yes, bracing yourself for the stretch,
pulls himself from beneath you, making you fall flat on the bed. With his limited mobility he pulls your chest up and taps your lips with his dick, signaling you to open. He pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock, coating himself with your juices before lining himself up next to San. He slowly pushes in, and you groan, your body giving out and falling into Wooyoung. He keeps pushing until he's sat snuggly next to San in you. San slowly begins to move, giving you some time to adjust, “You feel so fucking good Y/N. I feel like I'm in heaven.” Wooyoung moans. “So full” you whisper into his ear. Jealous of the attention San pulls you up by your neck, making you sit on completely on their dicks. You yelp, shocked at the sudden movement. “I don't want your attention on him, I want it on m,e” he growls, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in harshly. “I want you all to myself, sweet girl. I’d do anything you want me to, I’d lie for you, I’d go to jail for you, I’d kill for you,” he growls into your ear. Each thrust rocks you into Wooyoung more, the stretch overstimulating you. You can barely breathe yet you don't want this feeling to end.
“Sannie, please,” You moan out, unsure what you're even asking for. He looks at Wooyoung, who looks like he’s on another planet, eyes rolled back and drool coming out of his mouth. “Wooyoung,” he barks, making the man snap back into consciousness. “Rub her clit i wanna feel her cum for us.” Wooyoung obliges, the contact with your clit making you let out a silent scream. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the pleasure barreling through you. “Oh god san I’m gonna cum.”
“That's all I want you to do, sweet girl,” he says and kisses your cheek.
You feel the pleasure wash over you, clenching around both of their cocks. You feel Wooyoung pull out of you and get up on his knees. He grabs your face and brushes the hair out of your eyes. “I need your mouth, baby, I’m sorry.” He thrusts into your mouth, fucking your throat. Sans thrust knocks you right into Wooyoungs dick, unable to escape either man. You feel tears run down your face from the overstimulation, another orgasm creeping up on you. Wooyoung buries his length down your throat, your nose brushing his pelvis. He throws his head back with a moan, releasing into your mouth. He pulls back, and you cough, trying to catch your breath. San pulls out, too, flipping you on your back and sliding in. He kisses you, tasting Wooyoung on your tongue, it only spurs him on, his thrust getting sloppy. “You’ll never get rid of me now Y/N, I’m yours forever.” You can only nod in response, too cockdrunk to think. He kisses you again as he cums, stuffing you full of his seed, silently hoping it takes. He pulls back and looks at you with a smile, slowly pulling out and flopping on his back. You look over to Wooyoung, whose passed out, soft snores leaving his lips. You look over at San, who's already looking at you, smirking.
“My dick was bigger right?”
“You're such an idiot.”
almost a year later:
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
CHOI SAN X JUNG WOOYOUNG X FEM!READER
As you get up and walk away he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his. Hello, you.
WARNINGS: Sex work(male strippers), unprotected sex, threesome, lots of mxm action, oral sex, double penetration, restraints, handjobs, mentions of violence.
A/N: Takes place directly after "Like Crazy" but can be read as a stand alone. Sorry it took so long :(
As the red lights lining the hallway flash and the sirens blare, San hears the safety bolts on the door turn shut – the facility is going on lockdown. The chaos from whatever was going on stopped the staff from doing their nightly roundups, where they sent patients back to their rooms. The sound of the guard's boots hitting the linoleum floor as they run down the hallway snaps him from his trance. He quickly slips into a supply closet, pushing himself into the corner, waiting for the right moment to leave. The guards run past the room he’s i,n and he slips out, casually walking down the hallway. As the screaming and commotion continue, he walks faster down the hallway towards the door leading to the yard, hoping the disturbance masks what he's about to do. He slips through the door, jogging towards the gap in the fence he discovered a few weeks back. Yes, this was his plan all along, but does he really want to go through with it? Hesitating, he weighed his options; was he really going to leave this place knowing he had no money, nowhere to go, and nothing to eat? Or does he stay in this shit hole and die? He isn’t able to weigh his options as bullets begin flying toward him. He ducks down and slips through the hole, beginning to sprint through the woods.
As he maneuvers through the trees he hears a loud thump, followed by a whiny “fuck”. He swiftly turns around to see a head full of black hair writhing on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, taken aback, ready to take off.
“Are you not going to offer to help me off the floor?” the man pants out.
When he realizes San isn’t going to help him, he gets off the floor, dusting his pants off. “You run really fucking fast dude, holy shit-,”
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, pushing the man up against a tree.
“I’m Wooyoung, we literally sit at the same table at lunch,” the man sputters out, voice laced with panic.
“Why are you following me?” he asks his guard up.
“Who says I’m following you? Maybe you’re just-”
“Shut the fuck up” San seethes out, pushing Wooyoung into the tree harder.
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck just go your own way. I’m not getting caught because of you.”
He lets him go and begins to walk away. He hears footsteps approach him, making him groan.
“To be fair, I know you don’t know where you’re going. I’m just saying it would be beneficial to have someone by your side.”
“I don’t fucking know you. Get lost.” San says getting frustrated.
He keeps walking, but Wooyoung runs up to him, beginning to walk next to him.
“You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be out of that shit hole. I’ve been in there for so long. Ugh, they wouldn't even let me go into the courtyard. I mean, just look at the grass, the trees, the birds, how lovely.” Wooyoung rambles on.
San continues to walk, trying to tune out this annoying freak’s rambling. San’s feet are beginning to burn, they've been walking aimlessly for hours, hoping to find a sign of life. The pair finally makes it to a dusty road. The facility was isolated from the rest of society, the only things in the area being a small gas station and a pub.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Wooyoung jokes.
San ignores him, walking into the gas station and hearing the bell jingle when Wooyoung enters behind him. San grabs a bag of chips and a beer from the fridge, cracking it open and sipping. He grabs two T-shirts from a shelf, figuring Wooyoung is not leaving his side anytime soon. He looks over his shoulder at Wooyoung eating donuts out of the case. The gas station worker is giving them weird looks, but San looks around for something to threaten the worker with. He finds a metal pipe at the back of the store, and picks it up, ready to rob this place, only to see Wooyoung with one hand in the register and the other pointing towards the wall of cigarettes, seemingly distracting the employee.
“The fuck is this guy doing?” San whispers under his breath, slowly approaching Wooyoung.
“Ah, actually, I don’t think you guys have it, sorry for the trouble, sweetheart,” Wooyoung says with a charming smirk, shoving the money into his pockets before turning and running off. San drops the pipe and follows, grabbing a sandwich before he jogs through the door.
“Dude, were you seriously going to bash that poor kid's head in? You fucking psycho.”
San gives him a blank look. Is he serious? “Just shut the fuck up. How much money did you get?”
Wooyoung pulls out the money and counts it up. A lousy $237.
“This won’t even last us two weeks.” San sighs.
“C’mon, Debby Downer, have some hope, I have a great idea to make us some money.”
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Wooyoung drags San across the city to his “Bestest of friends” house. After banging on the door for at least five minutes, it finally opens.
“What the fuck? Wooyoung?” the man says, clearly appalled by what he’s seeing.
“Yeosang! Long time no see.” Wooyoung says with a wide smile, pushing past Yeosang and walking into the apartment.
“What are you- how the fuck- WOOYOUNG?”
San just laughs, nodding at Yeosang and walking into the apartment.
“I like what you did with the place. Jongho didn’t decorate very nicely since I was last here.” Wooyoung says, immediately foraging in the fridge.
“I didn't do what now?” presumably Jongho asks as he emerges from the hallway.
“Jongho! Hey!” Wooyoung says, going in for a hug.
“Woo what the fuck? How are you here?”
“So many questions, why don’t we just bring the love back?” Wooyoung sighs.
“Wooyoung, you’ve been in a psychiatric ward for two years,” Jongho says slowly, backing away.
“Yeah, but Sannie here made a run for it and I joined him,” Wooyoung says with a wide smile.
“You were also there?” Yeosang asks with wide eyes, inching closer to the door, likely ready to make a run for it. “Wooyoung you gotta get the fuck out.”
“Why?”
“You’re a fucking psycho. You’ve killed people!”
“Yeosang chill, I’m fine.”
“You’re obviously not fine! You- you- what the fuck?” Jongho blubbers out, stumbling over his words in shock.
“If I knew you guys would react like this, I wouldn’t have come here,” Wooyoung says with a pout, taking a seat on the couch.
“I’m not housing two criminals!”
“Hey, I’m not a criminal,” San speaks up, taking offense to such a bold statement.
“Whatever you are, you need to leave. I’m fucking serious this is nuts.”
“Listen, we just need a place to crash until we get our shit sorted, then we’ll be out of your hair,” Wooyoung says to Jongho, slowly approaching him.
“Now, I must say I wouldn't want to force your hands. You can’t find some kindness in your heart to house your poor old Woo?” Wooyoung says with a chipper voice, but his body language communicates anything but.
Jongho glups, his eyes dart to Yeosang. “Y-yea sure, you can take the couch.”
“Great! I’m gonna go take a shower, San, make yourself at home.”
San hesitantly takes a seat on the couch, across from where Yeosang and Jongho now sit. The room is eerily silent.
“So… the weather’s been great.” San chuckles awkwardly.
“Yea-” Yeosang and Jongho say at the same time, stiff as boards.
San gets up, upset that he actually misses Wooyoung’s presence in this moment. He leans forward toward the two men as if he has something to say. “BOO” he yells and the men fall backwards, the couch tumbling with them.
San chuckles, walking towards where he saw Wooyoung go and entering the bathroom. “It’s hard to make yourself a home when there are two grown men staring at you on the verge of tears,” San whispers to Wooyoung through the shower curtain as he picks up a toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth.
“Dude, they’ll be fine, they know I’d ever hurt them. You kill one guy and suddenly the whole world thinks you’re a psychopath.” Wooyoung sighs, pulling back the shower curtain and grabbing a towel.
“Wait why are you even in that shit hole?” San asks hesitantly.
“That's a story for another time. Come on, I know you're probably hungry. I'm a great cook.” Wooyoung says, leaving the bathroom and heading toward the kitchen with the towel hung low on his hips.
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Standing outside Wooyoung’s “great idea to make money,” San begins to wish he had just stayed locked up.
“A strip club?” San asked, looking at Wooyoung like he was crazy.
“Dude, C’mon! You’re hot, I’m hot, why waste our potential?”
“Wait, WE’RE the strippers? Fuck no man.” San says, turning to walk away.
Wooyoung grabs him by his collar, attempting to drag him towards the entrance. “I know the owner, I’m sure she’ll let us work, she’s got a thing for criminals, something about 'more sex appeal, blah blah blah.” Do you know how much we can make in one night? This isn’t some dingy strip club, there's a spending minimum! Only rich ass people go here there’s no way we’re making less than 10 thousand a night.”
“For the love of god I’m not a fucking Criminal.” San exlaims, beginning to get tired of Wooyoung’s shit.
“Ok, Ok. Let’s just go scope out the scenery. We should keep our options open.” Wooyoung pleads.
San reluctantly walks into the club with Wooyoung, the bouncers oddly paying the pair no mind. Loud house music pumps through the speakers along with loads of giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There are servers dressed in suits passing out drinks to patrons who look too well-dressed for this part of town.
“This is too nice to be a strip club?” San says, bewildered by the environment.
“I was a high class bitch before all this, I wouldn’t bring us to a dingy fucking strip club,” Wooyoung says with an eye roll, grabbing a drink off a tray and heading towards a glass staircase towards the back of the building.
“High Class? So you’re rich or something?”
“Again, that's a story for another time,” Wooyoung replies, opening a velvet red door and heading down the dimly lit hallway.
Stopping infornt a set of double doors, Wooyoung turns to San. “Ok, dude, this lady is no joke. Just because she likes me doesn’t mean she’ll like you too, ok? Don’t say anything stupid.” With that, Wooyoung pushes the doors open and walks into a dimly lit office.
“Y/N?” he says in a sing-song voice, looking around the office.
“She's not here,” says a woman, emerging from what San assumes is the bathroom.
“Wooyoung?” the woman asks with a scoff. “You and your fucking tricks, how are you here.”
“You know I’m getting real sick of everyone being upset to see me. The greatest, sexiest, not to mention funniest person you know is locked away in a dungeon for two years, and you can’t even offer him a hug when he gets out?”
“Whose the hottie?” San asks Wooyoung, staring at nothing but her tits.
“My names Yuqi and my eyes are up here asshole.”
“But my eyes would much rather stay down here,” San says with a smirk.
“Not cool, dude,” Wooyoung says with a frown, giving San a shove.
“You might as well get rid of him now Woo, Y/N won’t tolerate this bullshit,” Yuqi says, taking a seat at the desk in the center of the room.
“He’s not normally like this.”
“Yes, I am-” “Anyway, where is Y/N?” Wooyoung says, cutting off San.
“She’s out running a few errands.”
“Isn’t that your job?”
“Wooyoung, why are you here?” Yuqi says, getting tired of the back and forth.
“We need jobs.”
She gives him a blank look. Glancing at San, then at Wooyoung.
“No. We don’t need the police investigating us,” she says with a sigh
“The police aren't after us.”
“They aren’t?” San asks.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” Wooyoung yells at San, turning back to face Yuqi.
“I’m handling all of that, don’t worry.”
“You’re gonna have to ask Y/N. I’m not in charge here anyway.”
“When is she coming back?”
“Beats me,” Yuqi says with a shrug, rummaging through some papers on the desk.
“Plus, why do you need a job? Can’t you just-” “No. I can’,t” Wooyoung say,s cutting her off. “Not yet, at least. We’ll wait downstairs for Y/N.”
Wooyoung turns to leave, San following behind.
“Wait,” Yuqi says, getting up and opening a closet full of at least 10 of the same outfit. She throws Wooyoung two sets of Calvin Klein briefs, followed by blue jeans and a white wife-beater.
“Make some cash before boss lady comes back,” she says with a wink, turning back to sit at the desk.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Wooyoung says with a smile, exiting the room.
“I’m not fucking stripping,” San grumbles.
“Yes the fuck you are. You’ve had a stick up your ass since we left that place. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be in jail already! Listen, if you wanna go off on your own go the fuck ahead.” Wooyoung says, walking away from San in a rage.
“I know I haven't been the best company, but how could I? We broke out of a fucking mental institution of course my gaurd would be up! You’re acting like this is just another fucking tuesday!”
Wooyoung ignores his, continuing to walk away. San groans, following him. He knows it’s true. If it wasn’t for Wooyoung, he’d probably be right back where he came from.
“We'd better make some crazy money doing this,” San says with an eye roll.
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Maybe the stripping isn’t so bad. San ditched the wife-beater moments after coming on stage, tearing it in half in hopes of putting on a show. The sweat from the heat of the lights gives his body a sheen, defining his abs and muscles. The cheers from the crowds and the money being thrown made him grateful to his past self for spending so much time working out. He looks over to Wooyoung, noting how built he also is. The man is at the edge of the stage on his knees, with a stack of money in between his teeth, and a woman from the audience fiddling with the button on his jeans. He’s way too into this.
San leans down and grabs a cup of liquor from someone sitting in front of him, bringing it to his lips and letting it spill down his chest. The crowd grows louder at that, catching Wooyoung's attention. San runs his hands down his chest, dipping them into the waist of his jeans and slightly tugging them down, teasing his admirers. He jumps when he feels a warm tongue lick the dark liquid off his abs. San looks down at Wooyoung, shocked.
“Tate's good,” Wooyoung murmurs, continuing to clean up the spill and traveling up to San’s neck. The crowd is eating it up, the money on the floor and stage having hit the tens of thousands. Wooyoung begins to suck on San’s neck, leaving behind dark hickeys. San throws his head back and savors it, lolling his head to the side, and he examines the crowd. He scans the faces of the club’s patrons, thoroughly unimpressed, that is, until he sees you. Sitting in a plush leather armchair, adorned with a fur coat and jewels, San’s breath catches in his throat. The noise of the club drowns out, his head full of his own heartbeat. At that moment, he sees it, feels it, tastes it, he's finally found the sweetest form of ecstasy. He realizes this is what every moment in his life has prepared him for. Hello, you.
He grabs Wooyoung’s hair, pulling him off of him, and brings his lips to Wooyoung's ears. “Whose the chick in the white fur coat?” he whispers, trailing his hand down Wooyoung's chest in an attempt to keep the show going. Wooyoung turns his head and smirks.
“That’s boss lady,” he whispers into San’s ear.
As you get up and walk away, he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his.
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“Yuqi, why is Wooyoung here?” You ask as you enter your office, setting down your black mini Kelly bag.
“I’m wondering the same thing.” She responds, handing you a glass of water.
“Let me rephrase: why did you let them get on stage at my club and dance? Are you trying to destroy my business?”
“I-I didn’t think it would be a problem. Wooyoung used to be one of our top spenders, so I figured you wouldn’t mind. I apologize.” Yuqi stutters out, eyes fixed on the ground.
“For future reference, don’t make decisions on my behalf,” you say with a condescending smile.
You know you’re a cunt and you also know Yuqi doesnt desrever to be spoken to like that, but you have facades to maintain and a business to run. Your club “Django” brings in millions of dollars a month, your clientele comes for the best performers the world has to offer, so having Wooyoung frolicking around on stage can not happen again.
“Whose the other one?”
“I didn’t catch his name. I assume he’s one of Woo’s friends.”
“Well, I told security to escort them here once they were finished, so we shall find out shortly .”
As if on cue, security brings in the pair, dumping them on the loveseat in the corner of the office and leaving.
Wooyoung immediately gets up, approaching you.
“Y/N, oh, how I’ve missed that pretty face. You know it was really thrilling to be on the other side of the stage-”
“Sit down.”
Wooyoung shuts up and sits down.
You look over to the unknown man, and you must say he is a walking wet dream. Just your type, and with the way he’s looking at you, you’re just his, too.
“What's your name?”
“Whatever you want it to be, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk, looking up at you innocently.
You walk up to him, gently grabbing his chin. “I’m not the one to fuck with pretty boy. What’s your name?”
“San.”
San? You’ve heard that name before. “Do you happen to know a Park Seonghwa?”
He shoots up, eyes wide. “You know that fucker?”
You giggle, knowing exactly why he’s reacting like this. “You healed up well, I would've never imagined you got your face pummeled just a few months ago.”
“How do you know that?” he asks, getting irritated.
“He’s a good friend of mine. I just met with him, actually, I’m sure you can imagine why.”
“Are you hiding him?”
“Hiding him? Now, who do you think I am?”
“You’re clearly powerful if you're frolicking around with him.”
You shrug, pouring yourself a drink. “Let’s move on, shall we? Why were you dancing on my stage, Wooyoung? I’m not used to you being the one on stage.”
“We needed some cash, and I knew we’d get it here.”
“So you took it upon yourself to go behind my back and take my money?”
“What do you mean by your money? That’s ours.”
You laugh. “No, it’s mine. You two aren’t my employees, you can’t use my facilities for your own gain, so that's my money.”
“Yuqi, how much did they make?” You turn to her, watching her walk over to the computer on your desk to check.
“Uhhhh, about 20K.”
“Wow, what a decent start. I guess the crowd loved you two. Too bad you won’t see any of it,” you say to them, leaning against your desk.
“You can’t just take our money. That's not cool, Y/N, you know we need it.”
“Wooyoung, we both know you don’t need it.” You roll your eyes.
“What can we do to earn the money, pretty girl?” San says, walking up to you. “Need us to go put on a show again? Scrub the floors? Massage your feet? Eat you out? Though I’d do the last one free of charge,” he cages you in against the desk.
“You sure do have a mouth on you, Sannie.” You chuckle, finding this amusing.
“I really do try my hardest to impress pretty girls.”
“But if you want to leave this club alive, you should back away from me, ” you say, moving your coat aside to show the gun in your waistband. His eyes widen, and he slightly backs up.
Wooyoung appears next to San, a pleading look on his face. “Please, Y/N. We’ll do whatever you want, we really need the money.”
You smile at that. “Ok, I’ll humor you. Take the money, and feel free to come back to work here. But I’ll be taking 40% of your earnings, and I’ll cash in that “We’ll do whatever you want” promise at another time. Sounds good.”
Both men nod, but San can’t leave it at that. “Here I am thinking I might’ve been able to get a taste of that pretty pussy.” he says with a frown.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, pretty boy. But for now get the fuck out. And stay low, I don’t need police in here” you say with a smile.
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San’s doing the opposite of staying low. He’s at the mall trying to enjoy his few days of freedom before the police inevitably catch him. Before he left your office two nights ago, he pocketed some money, enough for some new shows and a pretzel. After an odd encounter with a man on the pretzel line whose wallet was “too deep in his bag” to pay, he strolled around the mall only to see you leisurely walking into Dolce and Gabbana. Seemingly having an appointment as the store clerks begin to close the doors behind you. San rushes forward, but the doors shut in his face.
You turn around and laugh at him, standing outside with a pout. “Let him in,” you say to the clerk. San steps inside, and the doors lock behind him. He watches you walk around, observing the clothes and bags silently. Unsure if to speak, San just stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
“You know, if I were you, I wouldn’t even leave my house. You’re quite bold for someone in your predicament,” you say calmly, finally looking up at him.
“I have nothing to lose.”
“Fair point. What do you want with me?”
“Your attention.”
You walk up to him. “Sweetheart, my time costs money, and I’m quite sure you can’t afford that.”
Well, you have a point. “Is there any way I can earn it?”
“In your dreams, sweet boy,” you say with a smirk. “What's up with you and Wooyoung?”
Hearing his name makes San frown, he doesn't want to hear you talking about any other man.
“I'm about one Harry Potter reference away from ditching him.”
“Sounds about right.” You hover a wall of heels. “San, why don’t you help me decide which ones to get?”
He walks over to you, contemplating. He picks up black strapped heels with a red rose down the back. “These.”
“Cute.” You nod to the associate who adds the heels to the list of items. “Is there anything here you’d like for yourself, San?”
He walks over to a black lace-trimmed bralette and holds it up with a smirk.”Would love to see you in this.”
You roll your eyes, walking to the counter to check out.
You hand your bags to San, since he’s here, he might as well be of use. You stop by a few more stores before heading to your car. You decided to be nice and drive San back, it's the least you can do for your newest employee. Stopping outside the address he gave you, you look at him. “I expect to see you at work today.”
“I’ll be there at your service,” he says with a smirk.
“Get out.”
“Wait, can I ask you something?”
You side-eye him but nod.
“What did you and Seonghwa talk about?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“I just- I want to know how he hasn’t been caught. I don't wanna go back to that place, they left me there to die, I don't want to be there again.”
You hear his voice shake, surprised by the vulnerability. You softly grab his chin and turn his face to look at you.
“Don’t worry about that, I’m handling it. Just focus on making me money.”
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10 pm sharp, San and Wooyoung are standing in your office, adorned in white button-ups and slacks.
“San, undo a few more buttons, we aren't here to be modest.” You say after briefly examining them. Wooyoung unbuttons the shirt for him, leaving only the bottom two buttons done up.
“We have a high-profile client here tonight, It’s her bachelorette party. Theres a 10k minimum to book the front of the stage, but the goal is for her to spend more, make sure to get slutty.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” wooyoung says.
You hand them two in-ear pieces. “Every employee wears these; you can communicate by pressing this little button.” They slip in the devices, ready to make some money.
“I’ll be watching, don't disappoint.”
The pair heads downstairs to the stage. The club is packed, men and women dancing on stage and filling the seats.
San turns to Wooyoung. “I know how to get money out of this lady, just follow my lead, ok?”
“I don’t know if I trust you.”
“That’s too bad. When I get her attention, bring a chair on stage.”
Wooyoung climbs onto the stage, San staying on the floor with the crowd. The music starts, and Wooyoung begins seductively dancing. San walks up to the couch, dead center. A black haired woman wearing a bachelorette sash lays her eyes on him.
He kneels in front of her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. “Last night of freedom?”
She just nods with wide eyes as her friends squeal.
“Great choice to spend it with me,” he says with a wide smile, his dimples showing. The money starts flowing, her friends throwing cash as he slides his hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips.
“Come up on stage with me and my friend,” he pulls to stand and guides her onto the stage where Wooyoung brought the chair. He gently shoves her on to sit onto it and grabs Wooyoung by the collar, bringing them to eye level with her. “It's this pretty lady's last day of Freedom, why don't we make it sweet?” San pulls WooYoung to his knees and falls to his knees himself. They both look up at the woman with wide eyes. “Your wish is our command, sweet thing.”
Wooyoung starts kissing up the woman's legs, and San follows suit, maintaining eye contact with her. The crowd loves it. Money was raining down on them. As they inch closer up Wooyoung's lips brush sans. “Oops,” he says with a smirk, looking at her throw her head back with a groan. “Oh, you like that?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung by the neck and pulling him closer. “How much are you willing to pay to see us kiss?”
“Name a price,” she says breathlessly.
“What do you say, Wooyoungie?” San says, placing a kiss on his jaw.
“I’ve been wanting to go shopping, how does 20k sound?” he says, tangling his fingers in sans hair.
“Done,” the woman says.
“Perfect.”
San pulls Wooyoung's lips to his, hand still on his neck. The crowd somehow gets louder as their lips connect, the kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth clashing. San pulls back, out of breath, his eyes glancing up to the balcony and connecting with yours.
He looks back at Wooyoung and whispers in his ear. “Lets do the same shit from last time”
Wooyoung hops off stage, grabbing some liquor from the woman's friends, and San straddles her and unbuttons his shirt. Wooyoung begins to pour the cool liquid down sans chest, rubbing his hand up and down sans hard abs..
“Go on, lick it up, sweet girl,” Wooyoung says. The woman hesitantly licks, looking up at the pair with wide eyes. “Just like that, baby,” San says, pulling her head closer as Wooyoung licks up the liquor he poured on San's neck. The woman becomes bold, placing her hands on the back of San’s thighs. She becomes more comfortable, her hands sliding around to the front of his thighs, trailing up to his crotch. San pulls back slightly, but the woman doesn't stop, hands becoming a little too close to comfort. The discomfort visible on San’s face.
“Security, get this bitch out of my club,” you say into the ear peice, security quickly interrupting, guiding the woman and her friends out of the building. San looks up to the balcony and sees you with a scowl, turning and walking back to your office.
Wooyoung lets out a cackle. “She’s jealous, seems like your flirting worked.”
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Wooyoung skips into your office, San following suit.
“So, boss lady, how much did we make?”
You sigh, bending down to pick up a garbage bag stuffed full of money.
“After the club’s cut, about $45”
San’s eyes widened. “We made 45 thousand dollars?”
“Well, you were putting on quite the show, weren’t you?” you say with a tone.
“You can’t be mad I’m a hard worker, baby,” San says with a smirk.
“Whatever,” you say with an eye roll. “I’m having a little get-together at my place, you guys can come if you want.”
“Wow, just like old times,” Wooyoung says with a smile, looking at you with knowing eyes.
“Oh, shut it. Get out.”
“What was that about?” San asks Wooyoung as they're changing into regular clothes.
“Every time I’ve been to one of her little get togethers the night ended with my balls drained.”
San freezes, anger flowing through his veins. “You’ve fucked her?”
Wooyoung senses the shift in the air, getting nervous. “Define fuck.”
San just stares at him with a blank face.
“She likes to well- she likes to play with me. Tie me up, slap me, you know.”
“Of course she did,” San says, still upset. “Wooyoung,how do you know her? Seriously?”
“I used to come here all the time.”
“So you're rich.”
“I’m comfortable. Or should I say once was. It was my parents' money, but once they died it became mine. Until it wasn’t”
“How did your parents die?”
“I killed them,” Wooyoung says, pursing his lips.
“Oh-”
“Well, what happened to the money?”
“I got busted and it all went to my little brother, But hes fucking nine so I won’t see it again until hes 18.”
“Damn.”
“Well, now that I told you my secrets, you tell me yours.”
San sighs. “I allegedly killed my ex-girlfriend. I didn’t, though. She was involved in some shady shit and it caught up to her. I had nothing to do with it, but I got framed, made me out to be some abusive ashole.”
“That sucks. Well, at least we're out of there, let's leave those days behind us.”
“Yeah, until we get caught and end up right back there.”
“Y/N took care of it already, don’t worry,” Yuqi says as she walks into the dressing room, handing Wooyoung a duffel bag to put the cash in.
“What do you mean she took care of it?”
“As far as the police are concerned, you two are dead. Your bodies were found in a lake about a week ago.”
“What?” San says, jaw slack.
“No one's looking for you two anymore, you should be happy. Don’t ask any more questions.”
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Your apartment is just like San expected; large windows plethora of hallways, and a massive kitchen. San sits on the couch while Wooyoung chats up some rando. Sans eyes scan the apartment looking for you, he gets up, wandering down the hallway, hoping to run into you. He passes by door after door until he finds a set of white double doors. He hopes you don't get too mad that he's walking around like he owns the place, but you're the only other person he knows here. He knocks and walks in, spotting you taking off your jewelry at the vanity. You look up at him through the mirror. “You’re quite bold walking into my bedroom uninvited.”
“I wanted to see you.”
“There are loads of people out there to see.”
“Yeah, but they aren't as beautiful as you.”
You roll your eyes dramatically. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel great, glad I made some money.” He says and takes a seat on the edge of your bed.
“I mean with that bitch touching you. I saw your face, I could tell you were uncomfortable.”
“Oh, that. It’s nothing, I guess I was just a little taken aback.”
You get up and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”
He nods with a smile, dimple poking out. You wish he wasnt so damn cute, it would be so much easier to shut down his advances.
“You’re staring,” he says, smile forming into a smirk.
“I know.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“How handsome you are.”
His ears turn red. “You should have heard the things people were saying about you. I know I have no right to get mad, but I did. I want to keep you all to myself,” you say, running your hands from his shoulders onto his jaw.
“How about I take you up on your offer?” you say.
“What offer?”
“You said to earn your money, you’d do a couple of things, and if I remember correctly, eating me out was one of them.
He throws his head back with a groan, pulling you closer to him by your waist and pulling your lips to his. He pulls back, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. From the moment I saw you I needed you to sit that sweet cunt on my face.”
“Well, let's get to it.”
You shove him to lie down on the bed, he pulls off his shirt,a nd you remove your top and pants and straddle him. You bend down to kiss him again, grinding yourself on him, feeling how hard he's gotten.
“I want you to put on a show for me, San. Like you did for them.” You say, feeling his hands run across your ass, squeezing. “Sweet girl, I’d do anything for you.” He drags you up to hover over his mouth, pulling you down by the hips. He makes out with your cunt over your panties, sucking at the fabric, savoring the taste. You throw your head back and moan, the fabric teasing you just the right amount. You begin to grind your hips over his lips, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. He puts both hands to the front of your panties and pulls, ripping them clean in half. “San, those were expensive,” you gasp. He slaps your ass hard in reply, making you topple over, grabbing the head board to steady yourself. He pulls you down harder, running his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste. He rolls your clit around with his tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan out his name. “Fuck, just like that baby.” You say, riding his face harder.
“I had a feeling this would happen.” You hear Wooyoung say from behind you, making you jump. You try to pull away from San, but he only holds you down, moaning into your cunt.
“Have room for another?” Wooyoung says, entering the room fully and walking up to you.
“Woo, fuck- you didnt tell me your friend was so good.” you moan.
“Shit, I didnt even know. But hey- at least you found a way to shut him up.” Wooyoung says with a laugh, pinching your waist. He runs his hands up your sides, stopping at your bra. “Why don't we take this off?” he says, and you nod, feeling the bra come loose and slip off your shoulders. He pulls off his shirt and pulls your lips to his, pinching your nipples, making you moan. He kisses down your neck, leaving marks, stopping to suck and nip at your breast.
“God Baby, you don’t know how much I beat my dick to the thought of our last time together. Do you remember?”
You cleanch at just the thought, san notices and nips your clit out jealosuy making you jump.
“God, you were so sexy,y I don't think I ever came that much in my life. You rode me for so long, fucking hell I couldnt even feel my toes.”
He pulls back, nudging San, who only ignores him. “Dude, make some room,” he says, shoving San harder. San pulls back for a second to send him a nasty look, but moves over. The two men lay underneath you with wide eyes, and you throw your head back, the thought of the scenario overwhelming you.
“Gosh, what a sight” you whispered. You spread your legs wide enough for both of them and sit, instantly moaning at the two tongues exploring you. You feel their tongues working together and fighting to eat you. Both men groan and moan as you clench around their tongues. You feel yourself about to come, you grind your hips harder on their faces, they eat you with more urgency, taking everything you have. You cum with a whimper, feeling your wetness drip down your thighs.
You pull back from the overstimulation and press their heads together, watching them share your juices on each other's tongues. You climb off their laps, rummaging through your bedside table. You pull out two pairs of handcuffs, one red and one black. San flips over to hover over Wooyoung, deepening the kiss and pulling Wooyoung's hands above his head, unintentionally helping you out. You quickly grab his wrists and lock them in place, making San pull back in surprise.
“You too sweet boy, hand them over.”
He places his hands in front of you with a skeptical face. You lock his wrist in place and push him to lie back down next to Wooyoung.
“God, I really needed this.” You say, running your hands across their sculpted chest. You drag your hands down and rub them through their jeans, feeling how hard they've gotten. You start with Wooyoung, knowing it will make San jealous. You pull his sweats down enough to pull his dick out, spitting on his tip and storking the head. He throws his head back with a whiny moan, hands grabbing at nothing as you kiss his tip, looking him in the eye. You stroke him slowly, teasing him. He's leaking so much you can't help but have a taste, wrapping your lips around him. San lets out a heavy sigh, eyes trained on your every movement. You pull off of Wooyoung, looking at San with a laugh. “Need something?”
“Stop playing with me Y/N I deserve it more.”
“You have been good to me, Sannie.”
You stroke Wooyoung with one hand, and pull San out with the other, spitting in your hand. You stroke them slowly, watching them writhe and whimper, hands stuck in front of them. San gets more and more agitated at your pace, trying to buck his hips up into your hands. “Fuck this” he growls out and sits up. You made the mistake of cuffing his hands in the front and not back. He grabs you and shoves your face into Wooyoung's chest. “I dont need my hands to put a bitch in her place.” He presses his cuffed hands into your back, making you arch your back, and slides in raw. You groan at the stretch, feeling him mold your cunt for him. “God, its better than I imagined. He sets a rough pace, pushing your forward into Wooyoung who kisses you, silencing your moans.
“Touch me please” he whimpers as he pulls back.
“If you want something, you have to take it Wooyoung.” San growls from behind you.
Wooyoung huffs, reaching his cuffed hands up to where San is inside you, he looks you in the eye as he slides a finger in, stretching you out more. San slows his pace, watching Wooyoung add another finger. You're breathing heavily, whimpering into the crook of Wooyoung's neck. “You can take me too, right? I want to feel you so bad.” You whine out a yes, bracing yourself for the stretch,
pulls himself from beneath you, making you fall flat on the bed. With his limited mobility he pulls your chest up and taps your lips with his dick, signaling you to open. He pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock, coating himself with your juices before lining himself up next to San. He slowly pushes in, and you groan, your body giving out and falling into Wooyoung. He keeps pushing until he's sat snuggly next to San in you. San slowly begins to move, giving you some time to adjust, “You feel so fucking good Y/N. I feel like I'm in heaven.” Wooyoung moans. “So full” you whisper into his ear. Jealous of the attention San pulls you up by your neck, making you sit on completely on their dicks. You yelp, shocked at the sudden movement. “I don't want your attention on him, I want it on m,e” he growls, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in harshly. “I want you all to myself, sweet girl. I’d do anything you want me to, I’d lie for you, I’d go to jail for you, I’d kill for you,” he growls into your ear. Each thrust rocks you into Wooyoung more, the stretch overstimulating you. You can barely breathe yet you don't want this feeling to end.
“Sannie, please,” You moan out, unsure what you're even asking for. He looks at Wooyoung, who looks like he’s on another planet, eyes rolled back and drool coming out of his mouth. “Wooyoung,” he barks, making the man snap back into consciousness. “Rub her clit i wanna feel her cum for us.” Wooyoung obliges, the contact with your clit making you let out a silent scream. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the pleasure barreling through you. “Oh god san I’m gonna cum.”
“That's all I want you to do, sweet girl,” he says and kisses your cheek.
You feel the pleasure wash over you, clenching around both of their cocks. You feel Wooyoung pull out of you and get up on his knees. He grabs your face and brushes the hair out of your eyes. “I need your mouth, baby, I’m sorry.” He thrusts into your mouth, fucking your throat. Sans thrust knocks you right into Wooyoungs dick, unable to escape either man. You feel tears run down your face from the overstimulation, another orgasm creeping up on you. Wooyoung buries his length down your throat, your nose brushing his pelvis. He throws his head back with a moan, releasing into your mouth. He pulls back, and you cough, trying to catch your breath. San pulls out, too, flipping you on your back and sliding in. He kisses you, tasting Wooyoung on your tongue, it only spurs him on, his thrust getting sloppy. “You’ll never get rid of me now Y/N, I’m yours forever.” You can only nod in response, too cockdrunk to think. He kisses you again as he cums, stuffing you full of his seed, silently hoping it takes. He pulls back and looks at you with a smile, slowly pulling out and flopping on his back. You look over to Wooyoung, whose passed out, soft snores leaving his lips. You look over at San, who's already looking at you, smirking.
“My dick was bigger right?”
“You're such an idiot.”
I am alive. San and Wooyoung fic coming by the end of the week. I am so locked in rn
i’ve returned from the dead… sans fic is coming soon🙏🙏
BIRDS OF A FEATHER- TEASER
CHOI SAN X JUNG WOOYOUNG X FEM!READER
As you get up and walk away he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his. Hello, you.
WARNINGS: Sex work(male strippers), unprotected sex, threesome, lots of mxm action, oral sex, sex tapes, mentions of murder and more.
A/N: This is set in the same universe and picks up immediately after Like Crazy, but Y/N is different. It can be read as a stand-alone.
As the red lights lining the hallway flash and the sirens blare, San hears the safety bolts on the door lock – the facility is going on lockdown. The chaos from whatever was going on stopped the staff from doing their nightly roundups where they sent patients back to their rooms. The sound of the guard's boots hitting the linoleum floor as they run down the hallway snaps him from his trance. He quickly slips into a supply closet, pushing himself into the corner, waiting for the right moment to leave. The guards run past the room he’s in and he slips out, casually walking down the hallway. As the screaming and commotion continue he walks faster down the hallway towards the yard, hoping the disturbance masks what he's about to do. He slips through the door, jogging towards the gap in the fence he discovered a few weeks back. Yes, this was his plan all along, but does he really want to go through with it? Hesitating, he weighed his options; was he really going to leave this place knowing he had no money, nowhere to go, and nothing to eat? Or does he stay in this here and die? He isn’t able to weigh his options as he hears bullets begin flying. He ducks down and slips through the hole, beginning to sprint through the woods.
As he maneuvers through the trees he hears a loud thump, followed by a whiny “fuck”. He swiftly turns around to see a head full of black hair writhing on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks taken aback, ready to take off.
“Are you not going to offer to help me off the floor” the man pants out.
When he realizes San isn’t going to help him he gets off the floor, dusting his pants off. “You run really fucking fast dude, holy shit-,”
“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, pushing the man up against a tree.
“I’m Wooyoung, we literally sit at the same table at lunch.” the man sputters out, voice laced with panic.
“Why are you following me?” he asks his guard up.
“Who says I’m following you? Maybe you’re just-”
“Shut the fuck up” San seethes out, pushing Wooyoung into the tree harder.
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck just go your own way. I’m not getting caught because of you.”
He lets him go and begins to walk away. He hears footsteps approach him making him groan.
“To be fair, I know you don’t know where you’re going. I’m just saying it would be beneficial to have someone by your side.”
Thank you guys so much for all the love for like crazy🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 this san fic is driving me a little insane but its gonna be worth the wait!!! in the meantime keep an eye out for jail bird mingi😝🤞🏼
LIKE CRAZY
PARK SEONGHWA X READER
WC: 7.4K
WARNINGS: MURDER, YANDERE, VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC ABUSE, GORE, KIDNAPPING, DRUGGING, SMUT, power imbalance, questionable morals, unprotected sex, rough sex, heavy talks of breeding, creampie, oral, guided masturbation, possessiveness, very inaccurate medical terms idk what i'm talking about, lots of dirty talk, seonghwa is actually crazy...
Synopsis: Park Seonghwa, 25, charged with 10 Counts of second degree murder, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. You find his story hard to believe, seeing through his lies. As a new psychiatrist you're not sure you're ready for the anomaly you're tasked to treat
A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the support!!! I love this fic <3
You love your job, you really do but moments like this make you question why you’re here. As you stand in the bathroom of your office cleaning the mashed potatoes your patient threw at you in a manic rage off your face, you question why you do this. As a psychiatrist you pride yourself in your patience, but you can't help but stomp your foot in a mini tantrum. You spent so long doing your makeup this morning and it’s all going to waste. You throw the final wipe in the trash and stare at your reflection. The bags under your eyes are much more prominent than a few days ago. You’ve been up all night trying to prepare yourself for your new patient coming today. Park Seonghwa, 25, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. He claims a “demon” took over his body, subsequently leading him to murdering 15 people across a 1 month killing spree. You don’t buy it. Something about this guy is off and the state made it your job to find out why. Your phone ringing snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Doctor L/N, the patient has arrived, we are transporting him to his room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
You take a deep breath and walk across the hospital to his room. You expect to hear shuffling and yelling but the room is eerily quiet. The guards in front of the door step aside and let you into the room, keeping a close eye on Seonghwa.
“Hello Mr.Park, I’m Dr. Y/N L/N, and I will be treating you for your stay here.” you smile at him., surprised by his appearance.
“Hello, Y/N.” he says, staring up at you from his place on his bed.
His curly black hair and plump lips suit him so well.
“I hope you adjust well, we’ve been anticipating your arrival. Breakfast begins at 8, so you are expected to be up and ready before then. Lunch is at 2 and dinner is at 7. Your therapy time with me is at 4 Mondays, Wednesday’s, and Fridays. Sounds good?”
“Sounds great” he says with a smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth.
“I look forward to working with you. My job is to take care of you and I promise to do that.” you smile.
You take a second to look at him, watching the dead look in his eyes. His smile says one thing but his eyes say another. With one last smile you leave the room, almost certain he’ll be causing problems before the night is over.
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You come in the next morning and check in with the nurses. Surprisingly there were no issues from Seonghwa, he even took his medication with no complaints. Maybe you had the wrong idea about him. You meet with several of your other patients, thankfully avoiding potatoes in your face again. It's 3pm when you take a break, looking outside your office window. You see him sitting at the edge of the courtyard, eyes fixed up at the sky. Four guards surround him out of precaution, but he seems completely unphased, eyes staring at the clear blue sky. For someone capable of such evil things he’s beautiful. His curly hair has grown quite long during his time in prison awaiting his trial. His eyes are wide and bright holding so many secrets. As if he can feel your eyes on him he looks up, directly into your office window somehow making eye contact with you. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away, pretending you weren't staring at him. It’s not uncommon for new patients to stick to themselves, often untrusting of the new environment. You can only hope Seonghwa will begin to trust you so you can treat him, if not you’re not sure what his future might hold.
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He is brought to your office at 4 on the dot, accompanied by the four guards assigned to him. He looks rather scared, the new environment keeping him on his toes. You welcome him with a wide smile that he doesn't return, instead staring straight at your shoes.
“Hello, Seonghwa.”
“Hi.” he responds quietly, reminding you of a scared child. You find it in your heart to feel sorry for him.
“How are you adjusting?”
He shrugs in response, eyes still on the floor.
“Can you look at me?”
He shakes his head no.
“Ok, that's fine. I know it’s scary here, I’d also hate to be constantly monitored, but we just want to make sure you’re safe.”
He keeps quiet so you continue.
“Tell me, do you like the food here?”
No response.
“I’ve only tried some of the patient food, well besides when it gets thrown at me. Last week Sandy with the weird haircut threw her potatoes right in my face, I looked like Ms.Doubtfire in that one scene.” you say with a laugh, gauging his reaction. He smirks but remains silent, you decide it might be best if you keep talking in hopes of making him comfortable.
“I’ve only been working here for about 5 months. I can’t say I’m settled completely. Some patients don’t seem to like me very much, hence the mashed potatoes. But I don’t let that discourage me, I mean if I was in their shoes I wouldn’t want some random lady talking my ear off. Well, I guess that’s what I’m doing now, I’ll shut up.”
He looks up at you with a wide smile, showcasing his perfect teeth. “Don’t stop," he says gently.
“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into here, I can talk for hours.” you say with a light laugh.
His eyes widen a bit, he looks at you as if he’s psychoanalyzing you, the roles seemingly reversed. You squirm under his intense stare, deciding to just start talking.
“How about this? If I tell you one thing about me, you tell me one thing about you?”
“Deal.” he says much quicker than you anticipate making you laugh. You hear his breath hitch, concerned you did something wrong.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Start talking.”
“Ok, Ok. Hmmmm, Oh how about this, I haven’t finished paying off my student debt.”
“I could pay it off,” he says seriously.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure that violates many rules.”
“I’m not one to worry about rules.” he says with a smile, making your own fall. He quickly reacts, trying to soothe the situation. “That was a joke, I’m joking.”
“Noted.” you say hesitantly. “Your turn.”
“I miss my cat.” he says, sadly.
“You have a cat?” you ask in surprise. “I love cats, I have two.”
“Can I see?” he asks, scooching to the front of his seat, making the guards jump hold him back.
“You guys can relax.” you say and they let go of him.
You grab your phone from your desk, missing the way his eyes drop to your ass.
“They're named Brad and Chad. And yes I know those are weird names for cats.” you show him the pictures of your cats, seeing his body visibly relax.
“What’s your cat's name?”
“Matz.”
“Boy or girl?”
“Girl. I think my friend Hongjoong has her but I’m not sure.”
“If you give me his last name I can try to find out for you.” you say with a smile.
He leans forward again in excitement. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I know It’ll give you peace of mind.”
“Kim, his last name is Kim.”
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“Kim Hongjoong has Matz and says you raised a very disrespectful cat.” you say and slide into the chair across from him in the cafeteria.
He looks a bit shocked at your presence but he gives you a wide smile when he registers what you said.
“She was born like that, I had no part in her sassiness.” he laughs.
“Did he say anything else?”
“He said, “Don't forget to look at the sky.” and stopped responding after that so do with it as you will.”
“I really appreciate it.” he says and grabs your hand, making the security guards restrain him.
“It’s ok, let him go.” you sigh, understanding the guard’s worry, but also feeling sympathetic for Seonghwa.
“I’ll see you around, Seonghwa.”
“Call me Hwa.” he smiles.
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Seonghwa has made great progress, now only being followed around by two guards as opposed to four. He’s been much more responsive with you and willing to let you into his mind, but he refuses to talk about the murders. Whenever you attempt to touch on the subject he locks up and asks to leave. You think he needs more time to accept and confront his past. You know prying too much will only erase his progress. You’ve learned so much about him and he’s learned so much about you. He’s so attentive to every word you speak, constantly bringing up small details you forgot you said. You’d be lying if you said it wasn't sweet. Today you decided to try group therapy with him, maybe if he sees someone else sharing he’d be inclined to share as well. You’re also hoping he’s able to make a friend here, since he expressed to you how lonely he’s been feeling. You can see the shock on his face when he walks into your office and see’s San sitting on the couch. He freezes in the threshold of your office, his face morphing into something you’ve never seen before.
“Who is this?” he asks with venom.
“Hwa, this is San, he’ll be joining us today.”
“Why?”
“I think it’ll be a good change of pace. Now come on in and sit down.”
He slowly walks in, eyes never leaving San.
“So, I was thinking of doing a joint session today. I think you two can be great friends and what better place to facilitate this friendship than here?”
“I’d rather be your friend, or more than friends if you’re interested.” San says with a smirk.
“San, don’t start.”
“If you show me your tits I’ll stop.”
“I will write you up.” you deadpan.
He holds his hands up in defeat as you look over to Seonghwa. He’s sitting in his chair with a hard face and tense body. You want him to feel comfortable, understanding why he’s nervous.
“Hwa, San also loves cats. Why don’t you tell him about Matz?”
“I have a cat named Matz” he whispers, eyes never leaving you.
“I used to have a cat but it died. I was thinking of getting a new one.” San says with a wide smile.
“What kind of cat is your favorite?” Seonghwa asks, seemingly interested.
“I like cats that are nice and wet, even better if they're tight.” he says with a wide smile, showing off his dimples. “Can I take a look at your cat, Doctor?”
Before you can respond San’s on the floor, face being beaten in by Seonghwa.
“HOW ABOUT YOU TREAT HER WITH SOME FUCKING RESPECT.” he yells as his fist fly into San’s jaw. As the guards peel him off San and sedate him he’s staring straight at you, tears in his eyes.
“I can’t sit here and let him talk to you like that.” he slurs as the sedative takes over his body.
“Thank you, Hwa.” is the last thing he hears before everything fades to black.
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“You did a real number on San.” you say with an awkward laugh at your next session, trying to make him comfortable. He’s back with four guards after he broke San’s jaw two weeks ago. He was placed in a higher security ward inorder to avoid more altercations.
“He deserved it.” he whispers with an eye roll.
“Maybe, but we don’t have to solve our problems with violence.”
“I do.”
“Well, If I upset you would you beat the shit out of me?” you ask, trying to prove your point but hoping he will say no.
He leans forward and looks directly into your eyes. “Y/N I will never hurt you. I swear on my life.”
“That's good to hear” you say with a laugh.
“Ok, let's begin. I want you to write three things you like here and three things you dislike. I want you to start seeing the good in the bad.”
“Not much to love in this shit hole.” he grumbles.
“Hey, At least the chicken tenders they serve on wednesdays are good.” you joke.
You hand him a piece of paper and a pen, your fingers brushing making you clear your throat.
“Ok, go ahead.”
“You do it too.” he says with a smirk.
“How about I just write things I do like? ”
“Deal”
You write three things you like:
Chicken tenders
The sunlight
Seonghwa
“Ok, you share first.”
He clears his throat.
“I like my doctor, I like the girl I meet on Monday’s, Wednesday, and Fridays, and I like Y/N.”
Your eyes widen and you can’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks tingle. “Well that's definitely something.” you say with a laugh watching his eyes light up.
You read out your list and watch his smile widen when he hears his name.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” you say with an eye roll.
“Oh baby, it already did.”
Your heart stops at the pet name, willing yourself to remain professional. He’s a goddamn serial killer you internally yell.
“Ok, now read the things you don’t like.”
“I don’t like Tuesdays and Thursdays, I don’t like San, and I don’t like your boyfriend.”
You choke on the sip of water you were taking.
“How do you know I have a boyfriend?”
“Your reaction just told me.” he says and you can see him becoming upset.
“I don’t have a boyfriend, and frankly it’s none of your business.” you say, slightly annoyed.
He gives you a look you’re never seen before. You hate to think it but he genuinely looks insane. You’re suddenly thankful for the guards in the room.
“I think that’s enough for today.” you say. the guards picking him up and dragging him out of the room, his eyes never leaving yours.
You weren’t lying, you don’t have a boyfriend. Well, that’s because he doesn’t want you. All Chris wants from you is sex, claiming he’s “too young for a relationship”
You wish you were strong enough to stick up for yourself but that’s exactly how he likes you, weak.
As you sit at your desk you're puzzled by Seonghwa’s reaction. Sure, you've had patients crush on you in the past but they've never reacted like that when they found out about your partner. He looked almost… murderous? You write this in his file, concerned for both your safety and his. Maybe someone else should get assigned to him? No, that’ll only aggravate him more. You sigh, at a loss about this situation.
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When you enter your office you see an envelope on the floor, presumably slid under your door. You pick it up and see it’s addressed to you.
You open it and pull out a letter.
“My dear Y/N,
I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday. I guess I got jealous, knowing I can’t have you in the ways he has you. I can tell you guys aren’t in love. You deserve to be loved, in every sense of the word. I wish we met in different circumstances, I’d do anything to have you, to hold you, to love you. I’m sorry if I scared you. You’ve been nothing but perfect for me and I’ve done nothing but give you headaches. I’ll be better for you, I promise.
-Hwa”
Your heart softens. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. You choose to ignore the parts where he confesses his love for you. That just complicates things. You decide to pay him a visit in his room.
You walk to the other side of the hospital, rehearsing what you're going to say to him. You stop in your tracks outside his door, hearing moans and groans coming from the other side. Is he ok? You press your ear to his door, only hearing more moans and whimpers. As you’re about to open it you hear him moan out your name. Oh. It doesn't take a genius to guess what he’s doing. It would be a lie if you said you weren't imagining his face right now. He’s already so pretty, he must look even better right before he comes. You bite the bullet and knock on his door.
“Hwa, can I come in?”
You hear shuffling and a meek “Come in.”
You open the door and pause. You expected him to stop but he’s sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall, cock in his hand. Your eyes stray from his face to his dick, hard and long.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No.”
“I’ll come back later.”
“No.” he yells, making you stop in your tracks.
“Turn around.”
As if you were in a trance you turn around, eyes trained on his large hands wrapped around himself.
“Can you come help me? It hurts so bad.” he whispers. “You’re my doctor aren’t you?” he smirks.
“No, this is wrong.”
“Then why are you still here? Why are your eyes on my cock rather than my face?”
“I-”
“Y/N, all I can think of when I close my eyes is you.” he says as he strokes his cock, looking into your eyes. “Your pretty eyes, your lips, your perfect fucking smile. You make it so hard to focus. I gotta come back here after every session to stroke my cock to you, I can’t help myself.”
You’re frozen in place, unsure if you’re even breathing. “Come wrap your hand around my cock, baby. Please?”
Your legs move before you can think this through, hesitantly wrapping your hand around him. He’s so big in your hands, you can only imagine how perfect he’d feel inside you.
“I shouldn't be doing this.” you whisper to him.
He wraps his hand around yours and guides you to begin stroking him, moaning at the sensation. “You aren’t doing anything wrong, just helping your patient.”
His breathing picks up as precum leaks from his tip onto your hand. “Baby, can I tell y-you something?”
“Yea.”
“I really wish it was your pretty little pussy wrapped around me right now.” he groans. “I’d treat you better than you could imagine, I’d have you addicted to this dick.”
“Hwa”
“Shh, keep going. You're making me feel so good, beautiful.” he breathes out, throbbing in your hand.
“Do you do this to your other patients? Or am I special.”
“You’re special, Hwa. You know that.”
“Do you do this for that ungrateful bastard you call a boyfriend?”
You freeze, but he continues.
“I know you don’t. If he treated you how you deserved you wouldn’t be here with me. I’d make you a queen Y/N, you don’t even have to love me back.”
You look at him in the eye, he looks fucking insane but you can’t find it in you to care. You crash your lips into his, feeling him suck in a deep breath before returning the same ferocity. The kiss is deep and nasty, nothing but tongue and teeth. You grip him harder and begin pumping him faster, desperate to see his face when you come.
“I want you to come for me ok? I wanna see how pretty you look when you feel good.”
“Yes, yes, ok. I’m gonna come for you.”
You hear him let out one last whimper before he comes, his seed dripping down your hand. When he’s done you bring your hand up to his mouth, watching him lick his cum off your fingers. You feel yourself clench around nothing, but you know you’d have to handle your little issue at a later time.
“So good for me, Hwa.” you smile, giving him one last peck before getting up.
He’s laying on the bed, looking completely blissed out, a wide smile on his face.
“I got the letter by the way. I guess flattery has gotten you pretty far.”
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You arrive home later than expected, getting caught up in some paperwork and losing track of time. When you arrive at your apartment you see none other than Chris waiting outside.
“Where have you been?” he immediately spits, slurring his words, making you roll your eyes.
“Why are you here?” you sigh, unlocking your door.
“What? I can’t come see you now?” he says, going to hug you, but you push him away, smelling the alcohol on his breath.
“Thought you’d be more interested in seeing Irene.”
“Y/N, don’t be like that. You and I aren’t together.” he says, getting aggravated.
“Thank God.” you say under your breath, unsure where this confidence came from.
“Come again?”
“Nothing.”
“No. Fucking say it.” he says, getting in your face.
“Chris, just leave.”
“Youre fucking impossible, Y/N. I don’t know what you fucking want from me. You get mad when I fuck other bitches but you talk to me like this? You don’t deserve me.”
You can’t help but laugh, turning to walk into your bathroom, which makes him even more upset.
“Whats so fucking funny?” he yells, grabbing your wrist a little too tight.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” you spit, trying to pull your hand away, but unable to due to his tight grip.
“You’re hurting me.” you cry as he tightens his grip and pulls you towards him.
“Imagine how much you hurt me when you act like this? You’re a fucking bitch Y/N. Why are you acting like this? Are you fucking someone else is that it?” he’s getting angrier by the second, beginning to scare you.
“GET OFF OF ME.”
“ADMIT IT. YOU'RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT AREN’T YOU? “
You yank your hand from his grip, only to be greeted with a sharp slap across your face.
You look at him with wide eyes, shocked at his actions. He seems equally as shocked as he stares at his hand then you.
“Sweetheart, I’m-”
“Get out before I call the cops.”
He rushes out, spewing bullshit apologies in his drunken state, but you’re having none of it. As soon as he leaves you begin to cry, the reality of what happened hitting you. You look down at your wrist, seeing his hand imprinted on your skin. You cry more, wondering how you got to this point.
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You tried your best to cover the small mark on your face, but the bruise on your hand was a no go. You just hoped the sleeves of your lab coat would cover the mark. You see multiple patients today, trying to keep up your usual happy persona but most likely failing. San is the only one who asked if you were ok, saying he “knows ways to make
You feel better.” Maybe Seonghwa needs to beat him up one more time so he can learn his lesson. Speaking og Seonghwa, you are nervous to face him after your encounter yesterday. You violated so many rules, if he were to snitch on you not only would you lose your job, but your license. You take a deep breath as the guards bring him into your office, two instead of four now due to good behavior.
He takes a seat but you’re not sure what to say. He frowns at the unusual silence, immediately asking what's wrong.
“I’m fine, Hwa. Just having a shitty day.” you say while subconsciously rubbing your wrist, bringing attention to it. He shoots forward in his seat and grabs your arm, pulling back your sleeve and looking at your wrist. The guards immediately grab him, but you signal at them to stand down.
“Did he do that?” Seonghwa asked, venom dripping from his voice.
“He was drunk.”
“That's not an excuse.”
“I know.” you sigh.
“That bastard doesn't deserve you. I hope he fucking dies.” Seonghwa spits.
“Hwa, don’t say that.”
“I want to leave.”
You nod your head and the guards lead him back to his room. You decide to head home, hoping a night out with your friends will clear your mind.
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Seonghwa’s tells himself he’s doing this for you. Everything he does is for you. No one can lay a hand on his sweet girl and think they won't experience any consequences. He’ll be damned if this fucker lives another day. He watches Chris dance and kiss other women like nothings wrong, like he didn’t put his hands on you. Seonghwa can feel the rage flowing through his body, this is the feeling he gets right before he kills. He can’t wait to see the light leave Chris’ eyes tonight. He’s eternally grateful for Hongjoong finding this fucker for him, he knows he’ll avenge you tonight.
He waits for him near his car, watching him fumble with his keys.
“Excuse me.”
Chris turns around and sees Seonghwa standing next to the car parked behind his own.
“Yes?”
“I know this sounds weird, but I’m trying to dump my couch, but I can’t get it out of my apartment by myself. Can you help me?”
“Yea sure.”
Seonghwa couldn't help but smile, knowing what was about to happen. As soon as the pair enter Hongjoong’s old apartment, Seonghwa wastes no time and stabs Chris in the chest, watching him crumble to the floor.
“You think you can touch my dear, Y/N and get away with it? No one is going to hurt my girl.” he spits, rage consuming him.
Chris doesn’t get a chance to respond as Seonghwa plunges the knife into his chest, repeatedly, aiming for his heart.
“This is how my heart felt when I saw those bruises on her.” he spits, mutilating Chris’s body.
When his body is nothing more than a pile of flesh and blood, Seonghwa stands, changing out of his soiled clothes and exiting the apartment, leaving Chris’s body to rot.
He pushes through the crowds of the rowdy club, searching for you. He spots you dancing with your friends, looking carefree and happy, exactly as you should be. He smiles at the sight, falling more in love with you as the seconds pass. He wants to experience everything with you, he wants to marry you, have kids with you, die with you, and he will. He’ll make you his, he’ll fill you up with his seed and watch your body grow. He’ll keep you where no one can find you, make sure you’re his forever.
He watches you search for one of your other friends from your spot at the bar, hoping you’d make eye contact with him. When your eyes meet his heart stops. He watches your eyes widen, and confusion grow on your face. You rub your eyes to make sure you’re seeing correctly and when you open them again he’s gone.
He walks back to the asylum elated, happy he served you justice. He passes by the security who knows better to question him and the nurses who keep their heads down and mouths shut. There's nothing money can’t buy, and the hospital staff’s silence is definitely not one of them. He changes back into his patient attire and gets into bed as if nothing happened.
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You’re 100% losing your mind. Either that or Seonghwa was in the same club as you last night which is impossible. You've run through every scenario you could think of and you’ve concluded whatever you feel for him is becoming too strong. You’re considering transferring him to another doctor, the guilt you have from what happened two days ago is sitting on you. That was completely unprofessional and foolish, your risked so much because you’re too fucking horny. Not only that but you took advantage of him, you're in a position of power, you should've said no. You know you wouldn't be able to treat and diagnose him properly. But you also know he’d throw a fit if he gets assigned to a new doctor. This is all too much for you to handle.
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone barging into your office. You look up and see Seonghwa, eyes widening.
“Hwa? Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you.”
“Where are the guards?”
“Don’t worry about that.” he says and locks your office door, worrying you a bit.
“Seonghwa, you’ll get in trouble if they find out you’re here.”
“They won’t find out if you don’t tell.” he says with a smile, walking to your desk.
“Why did you need to see me?”
“I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. It wasn’t my place to react like that, and I know you were probably already stressed, I shouldn’t have added to that.”
“It's ok, don’t worry.”
“No, it’s not Ok. I keep saying I'll treat you right but I haven't. Let me make it up to you.”
You smile at how much he cares when it should be the other way around.
“And how are you going to make it up?” you say with a light laugh.
“Let me eat you out.”
Your eyes widen.
“Hwa. What happened was a one time thing. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why?
“You know why.”
“I won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know, Baby. I love you, why would I jeopardize you?” he says, getting on his knees next to your desk chair.
“What if someone sees?”
“I’ll take care of them. With the way I’m about to have you, no one but me gets to see you.”
Your breath quickens. No way you're actually contemplating this. You watch as he turns your chair towards him and places his hands on your thighs.
“What do you say, Sweet girl?”
You nod hesitantly. He smiles up at you spreading your legs and running his hands up your skirt. He flips it up and looks at your pink panties, sucking in a deep breath.
“Just like I imagined.”
He puts his legs on your shoulder and pulls your hips to his face, running his nose along your inner thigh. He’s breathing heavily, his grip on you tightening. He licks a long stipe up your slit over your panties, teasing you. Your hands fly to his soft curls, pulling him closer.
“Please don’t tease” you whisper.
He begins to kiss your cunt, practically making out with it. He’s so sloppy with it, soaking your already soaked panties more. He pulls off your panties with his teeth, shoving them in his pocket before pulling you flush to his lips. He goes straight for your clit, sucking harshly. He's moaning into your cunt, lapping at your pussy like it's the last he’lll ever eat.
“So good, Baby. You taste so fucking goof. The best I’ve ever had.”
He runs two fingers through you, wetting them before easing them inside.
“Fucking hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
You can only moan in response, trying to control your volume.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s so good, Hwa. Feels so good.”
“Is it better than that fucker Chris?”
“Yes, so much better.” you moan out, not having enough brain power to question how he knows chris. All you can focus on is his soft tongue running through you and his fingers hitting all the spots you need.
Your back arches as you feel your orgasm coming. “Give it to me baby. I deserve it,I’ve been so good to you.” he speaks into your cunt, his fingers never stopping.
You look down into his wide eyes and see so much emotion in them. He’s so fucking pretty, just the thought that this is the man eating you out makes you let go. Grabbing his hair harshly and somehow pulling him closer as you soak his face. He keeps sucking and licking your clit, slowing the pace of his fingers. When it gets too much you yank his head back, out of breath.
“Fuck, Hwa. That definitely made it up to me.” you laugh, blissed out.
“I’m glad.” he laughs, licking his fingers clean before standing up and kissing you.
“I can make you feel even better.” he smiles, testing his luck.
“Nice try. Can I have my panties back?”
“No can do.” he smiles, kissing you one more time before backing up, helping you put your clothes back in place.
“I’ll see you four, Love.” he says with a wide smile.
“Actually, I need to cancel our session, something came up.” you say solemnly watching his smile drop. All the guilt from before it you once again. You can’t keep doing this. He’s you patient for fucks sake, you can’t fuck him. This is wrong on so many levels.
“So when am I going to see you instead?”
“I’ll let you know.” you say with a frown.
“Oh, Ok. Have a nice night, Y/N.”
“You too, Hwa.”
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Seonghwa can feel something's off. He thought after he ate you out you’d realize you feel the same way about him. But he could tell it had the opposite effect. He tries to sleep but all that's on his mind is you. He looks at the clock on the wall, it's well past 4am, you should definitely be gone. He gets up and opens his door, seeing the guard on night duty fast asleep. He walks to your office and uses the master key he stole from the janitor to unlock the door. He walks over to your desk and scans the papers littering it. He sees a printed out email from your supervisor, listing reports made about you from other patients. Other patients claim you show him favoritism? He knows San was behind this. They claim patient reports you write for him are much more detailed and that's somehow proof of favoritism? You eating lunch with him is somehow inappropriate? He laughs at this, they really have no idea how inappropriate your relationship has gotten. He continues reading, Your supervisor claims he’s showing no improvement and has requested a new doctor for him. He can feel the anger coursing through his veins but he wills himself. He’ll be damned if they try to take you away from him. His months of planning will not go to waste. He’ll live out all his dreams with you, there's no way he won’t.
He walks out of your office, filled with rage. He can’t believe this. He can only imagine how crushed you are. He knows you love him, even if you don’t know it. He knows you’re probably at home distraught. He owes it to you to make sure you two remain together forever.
He goes back to his room, but he still can’t sleep. He stares at the ceiling, imagining your pretty face in an attempt to calm his spirit. He’s rudely interrupted by his door opening. He looks at the clock and sees it's somehow 8am. Time flies so fast when you're on his mind. In walks another doctor he’s seen around the hospital. There's no way this happened so quickly. He can’t believe this. He sees the man speaking to him but he’s not hearing anything besides the ringing in his ears.
“I want Y/N to be my doctor.”
“Unfortunately, she can’t. She hasn’t been making much progress with you. We're hoping a more experienced doctor like myself can help you more than she can.”
He looks at him blankly. He feels himself slipping away. His hands clench and reach under his pillow, grasping his knife as the doctor reads from his clipboard. He won’t let someone speak about you like this. He won’t let them take you away from him. He grabs the doctor's hair and slits his throat, sawing through the man's blood vessels until he falls limp. A guard runs in and attempts to wrestle the knife out of his hands but he overpowers him, plunging the knife into his chest repeatedly. Seonghwa’s fuled by blind rage, no one will stop him from avenging your honor. How dare they speak of you like this as he kills the fourth and final guard to come in. He hears alarms blaring in the distance and looks at the clock. It's 9:05 am, he can feel you on your way to him.
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The blaring of the alarms push you to run faster, entering the high security section of the hospital. The commotion from down the hall gets louder as you approach his room. You come to a halt as you see a stream of blood running down the hall, coming from beyond his door. A loud thud from inside his room breaks you from your trance, you push open the door, seeing the bodies of guards surrounding his bed.
“Hwa” you gasp, eyes trained on the battered bodies. “What did you do?” you breathe out, finally looking up at him.
He looks up at you from across the room, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“What did I do?” He laughs maniacally. “Y/N, This is your fault. I did this because of you.” he says as he begins to approach you.
“THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM YOU!” He yells. “You were supposed to take care of me. YOU PROMISED!” He traps you against the wall next to the door. “Isn’t that your job? Nurse me back to my right state of mind? Figure out what's wrong with me? But you didn’t do that. No,no, no you just made me fall in love with you, you made me want you! So don’t act like this is my fault.” he says as he lightly drags the knife across your throat.
“No ones going to keep me away from you, my love.” he whispers into your ear. He leans over and locks the door before looking back at you.
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.” you answer with full confidence.
He smiles at you, but it's not the same smile your Seonghwa gives you. You don’t know who this is.
"I want my Hwa back, I don;t like you like this.”
“I am your Hwa, Baby. I did this for you Y/N. Don’t you see how much I love you?” he says, dropping the knife and kissing down your neck.
“I know, Hwa.” you sigh heavily, feeling his cock hardening against your stomach.
“Say you love me too. I know you do.”
Do you love him? Can you love someone who’d do this? The longer you stay quiet the more upset he gets. “It's ok baby. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” he sighs. “One day you’ll realize how much you love me.”
He runs his hands down your body, squeezing your ass. He flips you around, pressing your chest to the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Y/N. I’ll be all you think about for the rest of your life.”
He shoves your pants down and rips your panties off you, rubbing his fingers through you. “Fucking hell, you’re a filthy fucking liar. You do like me like this, look how wet you are.” he says bringing his soaking fingers in front of your face. Your breath quickens, seeing evidence of how wet you are.
“Just fuck me, Hwa.” you groan.
He pulls out his hard cock and rubs his tip through you. “I’ll make you mine, Y/N. You’ll let me cum in you right? Own this pussy”
“Yes, Hwa. Please.”
He lines himself up and slides in slowly, gripping your hips tightly at the sensation.
“F-fuck, Baby. You feel so good, the best I’ve ever had.” he moans out. He fills you up completely, stretching you so painfully but not nicely. You savor the pain, it reminds you of how taboo this is, how much you deserve to feel pain. Youre letting this psychopath fuck you in a room full of bodies, your colleagues blood on your body doing nothing but turning you on. You deserve to feel pain, but he turns that pain into pleasure with the first thrust. It’s like your pussy was made for him, you fit together perfectly. You can feel him in your stomach, so deep inside you, you can feel yourselves becoming one. He picks up his pace, thrusting into you harshly.
“I’ve dreamt of this for so long. I’ve fucked my fist imagining it was this pussy. You couldn't even imagine all the nasty things I’d do to you, Bbay. I’d hurt you so bad but you’d love it, you’d beg me for more. B-beg me to make you mine.”
He pulls out quickly and flips you around, hiking you up the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he slides back in, fucking into you while staring into your eyes.
“I need to see that pretty face when I breed you. I have everything planned out for us, Y/N. There's a beautiful house waiting for you, so many rooms to fill up with our beautiful babies. I know you’d be a great mother, my perfect little housewife.”
He picks up his pace, feeling you clenching around him, but desperate to come together.
“I’d keep you full of my seed all the time, my love. You’d always feel me dripping out of you, I’d keep you nice and round with my babies for as long as I can. You want that don’t you? You wanna be my slutty little cum dump?”
You can barely answer him, let alone breathe. He’s hitting it so deep, you feel like your on another planet. You look down into his eyes and nod, mesmerized by his beautiful brown eyes. You’d let him do anything he wanted if it meant you felt like this forever.
“Cum for me, my love. I’m going to fill you up so nicely, ok?”
You let go, clamping down on his cock and hearing his deep groan. His warm cum fills you up to the brim, leaking out of you, despite the vice-like grip your cunt has on him.
“So fucking tight and warm, baby” he blabbers, shallowly thrusting his seed back into you. He pulls you in for a kiss by your neck, claiming your mouth as his own. You pull back for air, giving him a blissed out smile. The words he so badly wants to hear hang on your tongue but you can’t give it to him yet.
“I know, baby. You don’t have to say it, I already know.” he whispers against your lips and sets you down.
He helps you fix your clothes and begins to pull you out of the hospital. As you see the chaos ensuing, the reality of the situation hits you.
“Hwa, where are you taking me?”
“Hongjoong is outside we gotta go before the cops come.”
“Wait, what?” you pull back from him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Y/N, now's not the time.” he growls.
“Tell me what's going on.”
“You really think I was going to stay in this shit hole forever? Y/N, I’m not fucking crazy, I killed those people on purpose. The only reason I’m not rotting in jail is because I paid off the judge. I was planning my escape from the moment I got here but I only stayed this long because of you. So let's go.”
His words break you from your trance. This man is actually insane. You begin backing away from him but he gets visibly upset. “Y/N, don’t try this shit with me. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”
The dim lighting of the hallway and red lights from the alarms make him look sinister. For the first time you feel afraid of him.
“I don’t want to go with you, Seonghwa.”
He looks at you blankly before grabbing you harshly. “
“I didn’t want to do it this way, Y/N. I wanted us to be happy, but if I have to force you to want me, so be it. He pulls out the sedative he took from one of the guards and pulls off the cap with his teeth. “You’ll be mine forever Y/N. That baby growing in your belly is proof enough.”
He sticks the syringe into your neck, releasing the chemicals into your body. You feel the drugs immediately kick in, falling limp in his hold.
“Hwa, please don’t.” you whimper.
He caresses your face with a pout. “Don’t worry, Baby. You’ll love me eventually, I’ll make sure of it.”
He flashes you a wide, beautiful smile before everything fades to black.
san redemption arc on the way🙃
LIKE CRAZY
PARK SEONGHWA X READER
WC: 7.4K
WARNINGS: MURDER, YANDERE, VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC ABUSE, GORE, KIDNAPPING, DRUGGING, SMUT, power imbalance, questionable morals, unprotected sex, rough sex, heavy talks of breeding, creampie, oral, guided masturbation, possessiveness, very inaccurate medical terms idk what i'm talking about, lots of dirty talk, seonghwa is actually crazy...
Synopsis: Park Seonghwa, 25, charged with 10 Counts of second degree murder, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. You find his story hard to believe, seeing through his lies. As a new psychiatrist you're not sure you're ready for the anomaly you're tasked to treat
A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the support!!! I love this fic <3
You love your job, you really do but moments like this make you question why you’re here. As you stand in the bathroom of your office cleaning the mashed potatoes your patient threw at you in a manic rage off your face, you question why you do this. As a psychiatrist you pride yourself in your patience, but you can't help but stomp your foot in a mini tantrum. You spent so long doing your makeup this morning and it’s all going to waste. You throw the final wipe in the trash and stare at your reflection. The bags under your eyes are much more prominent than a few days ago. You’ve been up all night trying to prepare yourself for your new patient coming today. Park Seonghwa, 25, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. He claims a “demon” took over his body, subsequently leading him to murdering 15 people across a 1 month killing spree. You don’t buy it. Something about this guy is off and the state made it your job to find out why. Your phone ringing snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Doctor L/N, the patient has arrived, we are transporting him to his room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
You take a deep breath and walk across the hospital to his room. You expect to hear shuffling and yelling but the room is eerily quiet. The guards in front of the door step aside and let you into the room, keeping a close eye on Seonghwa.
“Hello Mr.Park, I’m Dr. Y/N L/N, and I will be treating you for your stay here.” you smile at him., surprised by his appearance.
“Hello, Y/N.” he says, staring up at you from his place on his bed.
His curly black hair and plump lips suit him so well.
“I hope you adjust well, we’ve been anticipating your arrival. Breakfast begins at 8, so you are expected to be up and ready before then. Lunch is at 2 and dinner is at 7. Your therapy time with me is at 4 Mondays, Wednesday’s, and Fridays. Sounds good?”
“Sounds great” he says with a smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth.
“I look forward to working with you. My job is to take care of you and I promise to do that.” you smile.
You take a second to look at him, watching the dead look in his eyes. His smile says one thing but his eyes say another. With one last smile you leave the room, almost certain he’ll be causing problems before the night is over.
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You come in the next morning and check in with the nurses. Surprisingly there were no issues from Seonghwa, he even took his medication with no complaints. Maybe you had the wrong idea about him. You meet with several of your other patients, thankfully avoiding potatoes in your face again. It's 3pm when you take a break, looking outside your office window. You see him sitting at the edge of the courtyard, eyes fixed up at the sky. Four guards surround him out of precaution, but he seems completely unphased, eyes staring at the clear blue sky. For someone capable of such evil things he’s beautiful. His curly hair has grown quite long during his time in prison awaiting his trial. His eyes are wide and bright holding so many secrets. As if he can feel your eyes on him he looks up, directly into your office window somehow making eye contact with you. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away, pretending you weren't staring at him. It’s not uncommon for new patients to stick to themselves, often untrusting of the new environment. You can only hope Seonghwa will begin to trust you so you can treat him, if not you’re not sure what his future might hold.
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He is brought to your office at 4 on the dot, accompanied by the four guards assigned to him. He looks rather scared, the new environment keeping him on his toes. You welcome him with a wide smile that he doesn't return, instead staring straight at your shoes.
“Hello, Seonghwa.”
“Hi.” he responds quietly, reminding you of a scared child. You find it in your heart to feel sorry for him.
“How are you adjusting?”
He shrugs in response, eyes still on the floor.
“Can you look at me?”
He shakes his head no.
“Ok, that's fine. I know it’s scary here, I’d also hate to be constantly monitored, but we just want to make sure you’re safe.”
He keeps quiet so you continue.
“Tell me, do you like the food here?”
No response.
“I’ve only tried some of the patient food, well besides when it gets thrown at me. Last week Sandy with the weird haircut threw her potatoes right in my face, I looked like Ms.Doubtfire in that one scene.” you say with a laugh, gauging his reaction. He smirks but remains silent, you decide it might be best if you keep talking in hopes of making him comfortable.
“I’ve only been working here for about 5 months. I can’t say I’m settled completely. Some patients don’t seem to like me very much, hence the mashed potatoes. But I don’t let that discourage me, I mean if I was in their shoes I wouldn’t want some random lady talking my ear off. Well, I guess that’s what I’m doing now, I’ll shut up.”
He looks up at you with a wide smile, showcasing his perfect teeth. “Don’t stop," he says gently.
“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into here, I can talk for hours.” you say with a light laugh.
His eyes widen a bit, he looks at you as if he’s psychoanalyzing you, the roles seemingly reversed. You squirm under his intense stare, deciding to just start talking.
“How about this? If I tell you one thing about me, you tell me one thing about you?”
“Deal.” he says much quicker than you anticipate making you laugh. You hear his breath hitch, concerned you did something wrong.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Start talking.”
“Ok, Ok. Hmmmm, Oh how about this, I haven’t finished paying off my student debt.”
“I could pay it off,” he says seriously.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure that violates many rules.”
“I’m not one to worry about rules.” he says with a smile, making your own fall. He quickly reacts, trying to soothe the situation. “That was a joke, I’m joking.”
“Noted.” you say hesitantly. “Your turn.”
“I miss my cat.” he says, sadly.
“You have a cat?” you ask in surprise. “I love cats, I have two.”
“Can I see?” he asks, scooching to the front of his seat, making the guards jump hold him back.
“You guys can relax.” you say and they let go of him.
You grab your phone from your desk, missing the way his eyes drop to your ass.
“They're named Brad and Chad. And yes I know those are weird names for cats.” you show him the pictures of your cats, seeing his body visibly relax.
“What’s your cat's name?”
“Matz.”
“Boy or girl?”
“Girl. I think my friend Hongjoong has her but I’m not sure.”
“If you give me his last name I can try to find out for you.” you say with a smile.
He leans forward again in excitement. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I know It’ll give you peace of mind.”
“Kim, his last name is Kim.”
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“Kim Hongjoong has Matz and says you raised a very disrespectful cat.” you say and slide into the chair across from him in the cafeteria.
He looks a bit shocked at your presence but he gives you a wide smile when he registers what you said.
“She was born like that, I had no part in her sassiness.” he laughs.
“Did he say anything else?”
“He said, “Don't forget to look at the sky.” and stopped responding after that so do with it as you will.”
“I really appreciate it.” he says and grabs your hand, making the security guards restrain him.
“It’s ok, let him go.” you sigh, understanding the guard’s worry, but also feeling sympathetic for Seonghwa.
“I’ll see you around, Seonghwa.”
“Call me Hwa.” he smiles.
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Seonghwa has made great progress, now only being followed around by two guards as opposed to four. He’s been much more responsive with you and willing to let you into his mind, but he refuses to talk about the murders. Whenever you attempt to touch on the subject he locks up and asks to leave. You think he needs more time to accept and confront his past. You know prying too much will only erase his progress. You’ve learned so much about him and he’s learned so much about you. He’s so attentive to every word you speak, constantly bringing up small details you forgot you said. You’d be lying if you said it wasn't sweet. Today you decided to try group therapy with him, maybe if he sees someone else sharing he’d be inclined to share as well. You’re also hoping he’s able to make a friend here, since he expressed to you how lonely he’s been feeling. You can see the shock on his face when he walks into your office and see’s San sitting on the couch. He freezes in the threshold of your office, his face morphing into something you’ve never seen before.
“Who is this?” he asks with venom.
“Hwa, this is San, he’ll be joining us today.”
“Why?”
“I think it’ll be a good change of pace. Now come on in and sit down.”
He slowly walks in, eyes never leaving San.
“So, I was thinking of doing a joint session today. I think you two can be great friends and what better place to facilitate this friendship than here?”
“I’d rather be your friend, or more than friends if you’re interested.” San says with a smirk.
“San, don’t start.”
“If you show me your tits I’ll stop.”
“I will write you up.” you deadpan.
He holds his hands up in defeat as you look over to Seonghwa. He’s sitting in his chair with a hard face and tense body. You want him to feel comfortable, understanding why he’s nervous.
“Hwa, San also loves cats. Why don’t you tell him about Matz?”
“I have a cat named Matz” he whispers, eyes never leaving you.
“I used to have a cat but it died. I was thinking of getting a new one.” San says with a wide smile.
“What kind of cat is your favorite?” Seonghwa asks, seemingly interested.
“I like cats that are nice and wet, even better if they're tight.” he says with a wide smile, showing off his dimples. “Can I take a look at your cat, Doctor?”
Before you can respond San’s on the floor, face being beaten in by Seonghwa.
“HOW ABOUT YOU TREAT HER WITH SOME FUCKING RESPECT.” he yells as his fist fly into San’s jaw. As the guards peel him off San and sedate him he’s staring straight at you, tears in his eyes.
“I can’t sit here and let him talk to you like that.” he slurs as the sedative takes over his body.
“Thank you, Hwa.” is the last thing he hears before everything fades to black.
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“You did a real number on San.” you say with an awkward laugh at your next session, trying to make him comfortable. He’s back with four guards after he broke San’s jaw two weeks ago. He was placed in a higher security ward inorder to avoid more altercations.
“He deserved it.” he whispers with an eye roll.
“Maybe, but we don’t have to solve our problems with violence.”
“I do.”
“Well, If I upset you would you beat the shit out of me?” you ask, trying to prove your point but hoping he will say no.
He leans forward and looks directly into your eyes. “Y/N I will never hurt you. I swear on my life.”
“That's good to hear” you say with a laugh.
“Ok, let's begin. I want you to write three things you like here and three things you dislike. I want you to start seeing the good in the bad.”
“Not much to love in this shit hole.” he grumbles.
“Hey, At least the chicken tenders they serve on wednesdays are good.” you joke.
You hand him a piece of paper and a pen, your fingers brushing making you clear your throat.
“Ok, go ahead.”
“You do it too.” he says with a smirk.
“How about I just write things I do like? ”
“Deal”
You write three things you like:
Chicken tenders
The sunlight
Seonghwa
“Ok, you share first.”
He clears his throat.
“I like my doctor, I like the girl I meet on Monday’s, Wednesday, and Fridays, and I like Y/N.”
Your eyes widen and you can’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks tingle. “Well that's definitely something.” you say with a laugh watching his eyes light up.
You read out your list and watch his smile widen when he hears his name.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” you say with an eye roll.
“Oh baby, it already did.”
Your heart stops at the pet name, willing yourself to remain professional. He’s a goddamn serial killer you internally yell.
“Ok, now read the things you don’t like.”
“I don’t like Tuesdays and Thursdays, I don’t like San, and I don’t like your boyfriend.”
You choke on the sip of water you were taking.
“How do you know I have a boyfriend?”
“Your reaction just told me.” he says and you can see him becoming upset.
“I don’t have a boyfriend, and frankly it’s none of your business.” you say, slightly annoyed.
He gives you a look you’re never seen before. You hate to think it but he genuinely looks insane. You’re suddenly thankful for the guards in the room.
“I think that’s enough for today.” you say. the guards picking him up and dragging him out of the room, his eyes never leaving yours.
You weren’t lying, you don’t have a boyfriend. Well, that’s because he doesn’t want you. All Chris wants from you is sex, claiming he’s “too young for a relationship”
You wish you were strong enough to stick up for yourself but that’s exactly how he likes you, weak.
As you sit at your desk you're puzzled by Seonghwa’s reaction. Sure, you've had patients crush on you in the past but they've never reacted like that when they found out about your partner. He looked almost… murderous? You write this in his file, concerned for both your safety and his. Maybe someone else should get assigned to him? No, that’ll only aggravate him more. You sigh, at a loss about this situation.
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When you enter your office you see an envelope on the floor, presumably slid under your door. You pick it up and see it’s addressed to you.
You open it and pull out a letter.
“My dear Y/N,
I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday. I guess I got jealous, knowing I can’t have you in the ways he has you. I can tell you guys aren’t in love. You deserve to be loved, in every sense of the word. I wish we met in different circumstances, I’d do anything to have you, to hold you, to love you. I’m sorry if I scared you. You’ve been nothing but perfect for me and I’ve done nothing but give you headaches. I’ll be better for you, I promise.
-Hwa”
Your heart softens. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. You choose to ignore the parts where he confesses his love for you. That just complicates things. You decide to pay him a visit in his room.
You walk to the other side of the hospital, rehearsing what you're going to say to him. You stop in your tracks outside his door, hearing moans and groans coming from the other side. Is he ok? You press your ear to his door, only hearing more moans and whimpers. As you’re about to open it you hear him moan out your name. Oh. It doesn't take a genius to guess what he’s doing. It would be a lie if you said you weren't imagining his face right now. He’s already so pretty, he must look even better right before he comes. You bite the bullet and knock on his door.
“Hwa, can I come in?”
You hear shuffling and a meek “Come in.”
You open the door and pause. You expected him to stop but he’s sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall, cock in his hand. Your eyes stray from his face to his dick, hard and long.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No.”
“I’ll come back later.”
“No.” he yells, making you stop in your tracks.
“Turn around.”
As if you were in a trance you turn around, eyes trained on his large hands wrapped around himself.
“Can you come help me? It hurts so bad.” he whispers. “You’re my doctor aren’t you?” he smirks.
“No, this is wrong.”
“Then why are you still here? Why are your eyes on my cock rather than my face?”
“I-”
“Y/N, all I can think of when I close my eyes is you.” he says as he strokes his cock, looking into your eyes. “Your pretty eyes, your lips, your perfect fucking smile. You make it so hard to focus. I gotta come back here after every session to stroke my cock to you, I can’t help myself.”
You’re frozen in place, unsure if you’re even breathing. “Come wrap your hand around my cock, baby. Please?”
Your legs move before you can think this through, hesitantly wrapping your hand around him. He’s so big in your hands, you can only imagine how perfect he’d feel inside you.
“I shouldn't be doing this.” you whisper to him.
He wraps his hand around yours and guides you to begin stroking him, moaning at the sensation. “You aren’t doing anything wrong, just helping your patient.”
His breathing picks up as precum leaks from his tip onto your hand. “Baby, can I tell y-you something?”
“Yea.”
“I really wish it was your pretty little pussy wrapped around me right now.” he groans. “I’d treat you better than you could imagine, I’d have you addicted to this dick.”
“Hwa”
“Shh, keep going. You're making me feel so good, beautiful.” he breathes out, throbbing in your hand.
“Do you do this to your other patients? Or am I special.”
“You’re special, Hwa. You know that.”
“Do you do this for that ungrateful bastard you call a boyfriend?”
You freeze, but he continues.
“I know you don’t. If he treated you how you deserved you wouldn’t be here with me. I’d make you a queen Y/N, you don’t even have to love me back.”
You look at him in the eye, he looks fucking insane but you can’t find it in you to care. You crash your lips into his, feeling him suck in a deep breath before returning the same ferocity. The kiss is deep and nasty, nothing but tongue and teeth. You grip him harder and begin pumping him faster, desperate to see his face when you come.
“I want you to come for me ok? I wanna see how pretty you look when you feel good.”
“Yes, yes, ok. I’m gonna come for you.”
You hear him let out one last whimper before he comes, his seed dripping down your hand. When he’s done you bring your hand up to his mouth, watching him lick his cum off your fingers. You feel yourself clench around nothing, but you know you’d have to handle your little issue at a later time.
“So good for me, Hwa.” you smile, giving him one last peck before getting up.
He’s laying on the bed, looking completely blissed out, a wide smile on his face.
“I got the letter by the way. I guess flattery has gotten you pretty far.”
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You arrive home later than expected, getting caught up in some paperwork and losing track of time. When you arrive at your apartment you see none other than Chris waiting outside.
“Where have you been?” he immediately spits, slurring his words, making you roll your eyes.
“Why are you here?” you sigh, unlocking your door.
“What? I can’t come see you now?” he says, going to hug you, but you push him away, smelling the alcohol on his breath.
“Thought you’d be more interested in seeing Irene.”
“Y/N, don’t be like that. You and I aren’t together.” he says, getting aggravated.
“Thank God.” you say under your breath, unsure where this confidence came from.
“Come again?”
“Nothing.”
“No. Fucking say it.” he says, getting in your face.
“Chris, just leave.”
“Youre fucking impossible, Y/N. I don’t know what you fucking want from me. You get mad when I fuck other bitches but you talk to me like this? You don’t deserve me.”
You can’t help but laugh, turning to walk into your bathroom, which makes him even more upset.
“Whats so fucking funny?” he yells, grabbing your wrist a little too tight.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” you spit, trying to pull your hand away, but unable to due to his tight grip.
“You’re hurting me.” you cry as he tightens his grip and pulls you towards him.
“Imagine how much you hurt me when you act like this? You’re a fucking bitch Y/N. Why are you acting like this? Are you fucking someone else is that it?” he’s getting angrier by the second, beginning to scare you.
“GET OFF OF ME.”
“ADMIT IT. YOU'RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT AREN’T YOU? “
You yank your hand from his grip, only to be greeted with a sharp slap across your face.
You look at him with wide eyes, shocked at his actions. He seems equally as shocked as he stares at his hand then you.
“Sweetheart, I’m-”
“Get out before I call the cops.”
He rushes out, spewing bullshit apologies in his drunken state, but you’re having none of it. As soon as he leaves you begin to cry, the reality of what happened hitting you. You look down at your wrist, seeing his hand imprinted on your skin. You cry more, wondering how you got to this point.
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You tried your best to cover the small mark on your face, but the bruise on your hand was a no go. You just hoped the sleeves of your lab coat would cover the mark. You see multiple patients today, trying to keep up your usual happy persona but most likely failing. San is the only one who asked if you were ok, saying he “knows ways to make
You feel better.” Maybe Seonghwa needs to beat him up one more time so he can learn his lesson. Speaking og Seonghwa, you are nervous to face him after your encounter yesterday. You violated so many rules, if he were to snitch on you not only would you lose your job, but your license. You take a deep breath as the guards bring him into your office, two instead of four now due to good behavior.
He takes a seat but you’re not sure what to say. He frowns at the unusual silence, immediately asking what's wrong.
“I’m fine, Hwa. Just having a shitty day.” you say while subconsciously rubbing your wrist, bringing attention to it. He shoots forward in his seat and grabs your arm, pulling back your sleeve and looking at your wrist. The guards immediately grab him, but you signal at them to stand down.
“Did he do that?” Seonghwa asked, venom dripping from his voice.
“He was drunk.”
“That's not an excuse.”
“I know.” you sigh.
“That bastard doesn't deserve you. I hope he fucking dies.” Seonghwa spits.
“Hwa, don’t say that.”
“I want to leave.”
You nod your head and the guards lead him back to his room. You decide to head home, hoping a night out with your friends will clear your mind.
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Seonghwa’s tells himself he’s doing this for you. Everything he does is for you. No one can lay a hand on his sweet girl and think they won't experience any consequences. He’ll be damned if this fucker lives another day. He watches Chris dance and kiss other women like nothings wrong, like he didn’t put his hands on you. Seonghwa can feel the rage flowing through his body, this is the feeling he gets right before he kills. He can’t wait to see the light leave Chris’ eyes tonight. He’s eternally grateful for Hongjoong finding this fucker for him, he knows he’ll avenge you tonight.
He waits for him near his car, watching him fumble with his keys.
“Excuse me.”
Chris turns around and sees Seonghwa standing next to the car parked behind his own.
“Yes?”
“I know this sounds weird, but I’m trying to dump my couch, but I can’t get it out of my apartment by myself. Can you help me?”
“Yea sure.”
Seonghwa couldn't help but smile, knowing what was about to happen. As soon as the pair enter Hongjoong’s old apartment, Seonghwa wastes no time and stabs Chris in the chest, watching him crumble to the floor.
“You think you can touch my dear, Y/N and get away with it? No one is going to hurt my girl.” he spits, rage consuming him.
Chris doesn’t get a chance to respond as Seonghwa plunges the knife into his chest, repeatedly, aiming for his heart.
“This is how my heart felt when I saw those bruises on her.” he spits, mutilating Chris’s body.
When his body is nothing more than a pile of flesh and blood, Seonghwa stands, changing out of his soiled clothes and exiting the apartment, leaving Chris’s body to rot.
He pushes through the crowds of the rowdy club, searching for you. He spots you dancing with your friends, looking carefree and happy, exactly as you should be. He smiles at the sight, falling more in love with you as the seconds pass. He wants to experience everything with you, he wants to marry you, have kids with you, die with you, and he will. He’ll make you his, he’ll fill you up with his seed and watch your body grow. He’ll keep you where no one can find you, make sure you’re his forever.
He watches you search for one of your other friends from your spot at the bar, hoping you’d make eye contact with him. When your eyes meet his heart stops. He watches your eyes widen, and confusion grow on your face. You rub your eyes to make sure you’re seeing correctly and when you open them again he’s gone.
He walks back to the asylum elated, happy he served you justice. He passes by the security who knows better to question him and the nurses who keep their heads down and mouths shut. There's nothing money can’t buy, and the hospital staff’s silence is definitely not one of them. He changes back into his patient attire and gets into bed as if nothing happened.
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You’re 100% losing your mind. Either that or Seonghwa was in the same club as you last night which is impossible. You've run through every scenario you could think of and you’ve concluded whatever you feel for him is becoming too strong. You’re considering transferring him to another doctor, the guilt you have from what happened two days ago is sitting on you. That was completely unprofessional and foolish, your risked so much because you’re too fucking horny. Not only that but you took advantage of him, you're in a position of power, you should've said no. You know you wouldn't be able to treat and diagnose him properly. But you also know he’d throw a fit if he gets assigned to a new doctor. This is all too much for you to handle.
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone barging into your office. You look up and see Seonghwa, eyes widening.
“Hwa? Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you.”
“Where are the guards?”
“Don’t worry about that.” he says and locks your office door, worrying you a bit.
“Seonghwa, you’ll get in trouble if they find out you’re here.”
“They won’t find out if you don’t tell.” he says with a smile, walking to your desk.
“Why did you need to see me?”
“I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. It wasn’t my place to react like that, and I know you were probably already stressed, I shouldn’t have added to that.”
“It's ok, don’t worry.”
“No, it’s not Ok. I keep saying I'll treat you right but I haven't. Let me make it up to you.”
You smile at how much he cares when it should be the other way around.
“And how are you going to make it up?” you say with a light laugh.
“Let me eat you out.”
Your eyes widen.
“Hwa. What happened was a one time thing. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why?
“You know why.”
“I won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know, Baby. I love you, why would I jeopardize you?” he says, getting on his knees next to your desk chair.
“What if someone sees?”
“I’ll take care of them. With the way I’m about to have you, no one but me gets to see you.”
Your breath quickens. No way you're actually contemplating this. You watch as he turns your chair towards him and places his hands on your thighs.
“What do you say, Sweet girl?”
You nod hesitantly. He smiles up at you spreading your legs and running his hands up your skirt. He flips it up and looks at your pink panties, sucking in a deep breath.
“Just like I imagined.”
He puts his legs on your shoulder and pulls your hips to his face, running his nose along your inner thigh. He’s breathing heavily, his grip on you tightening. He licks a long stipe up your slit over your panties, teasing you. Your hands fly to his soft curls, pulling him closer.
“Please don’t tease” you whisper.
He begins to kiss your cunt, practically making out with it. He’s so sloppy with it, soaking your already soaked panties more. He pulls off your panties with his teeth, shoving them in his pocket before pulling you flush to his lips. He goes straight for your clit, sucking harshly. He's moaning into your cunt, lapping at your pussy like it's the last he’lll ever eat.
“So good, Baby. You taste so fucking goof. The best I’ve ever had.”
He runs two fingers through you, wetting them before easing them inside.
“Fucking hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
You can only moan in response, trying to control your volume.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s so good, Hwa. Feels so good.”
“Is it better than that fucker Chris?”
“Yes, so much better.” you moan out, not having enough brain power to question how he knows chris. All you can focus on is his soft tongue running through you and his fingers hitting all the spots you need.
Your back arches as you feel your orgasm coming. “Give it to me baby. I deserve it,I’ve been so good to you.” he speaks into your cunt, his fingers never stopping.
You look down into his wide eyes and see so much emotion in them. He’s so fucking pretty, just the thought that this is the man eating you out makes you let go. Grabbing his hair harshly and somehow pulling him closer as you soak his face. He keeps sucking and licking your clit, slowing the pace of his fingers. When it gets too much you yank his head back, out of breath.
“Fuck, Hwa. That definitely made it up to me.” you laugh, blissed out.
“I’m glad.” he laughs, licking his fingers clean before standing up and kissing you.
“I can make you feel even better.” he smiles, testing his luck.
“Nice try. Can I have my panties back?”
“No can do.” he smiles, kissing you one more time before backing up, helping you put your clothes back in place.
“I’ll see you four, Love.” he says with a wide smile.
“Actually, I need to cancel our session, something came up.” you say solemnly watching his smile drop. All the guilt from before it you once again. You can’t keep doing this. He’s you patient for fucks sake, you can’t fuck him. This is wrong on so many levels.
“So when am I going to see you instead?”
“I’ll let you know.” you say with a frown.
“Oh, Ok. Have a nice night, Y/N.”
“You too, Hwa.”
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Seonghwa can feel something's off. He thought after he ate you out you’d realize you feel the same way about him. But he could tell it had the opposite effect. He tries to sleep but all that's on his mind is you. He looks at the clock on the wall, it's well past 4am, you should definitely be gone. He gets up and opens his door, seeing the guard on night duty fast asleep. He walks to your office and uses the master key he stole from the janitor to unlock the door. He walks over to your desk and scans the papers littering it. He sees a printed out email from your supervisor, listing reports made about you from other patients. Other patients claim you show him favoritism? He knows San was behind this. They claim patient reports you write for him are much more detailed and that's somehow proof of favoritism? You eating lunch with him is somehow inappropriate? He laughs at this, they really have no idea how inappropriate your relationship has gotten. He continues reading, Your supervisor claims he’s showing no improvement and has requested a new doctor for him. He can feel the anger coursing through his veins but he wills himself. He’ll be damned if they try to take you away from him. His months of planning will not go to waste. He’ll live out all his dreams with you, there's no way he won’t.
He walks out of your office, filled with rage. He can’t believe this. He can only imagine how crushed you are. He knows you love him, even if you don’t know it. He knows you’re probably at home distraught. He owes it to you to make sure you two remain together forever.
He goes back to his room, but he still can’t sleep. He stares at the ceiling, imagining your pretty face in an attempt to calm his spirit. He’s rudely interrupted by his door opening. He looks at the clock and sees it's somehow 8am. Time flies so fast when you're on his mind. In walks another doctor he’s seen around the hospital. There's no way this happened so quickly. He can’t believe this. He sees the man speaking to him but he’s not hearing anything besides the ringing in his ears.
“I want Y/N to be my doctor.”
“Unfortunately, she can’t. She hasn’t been making much progress with you. We're hoping a more experienced doctor like myself can help you more than she can.”
He looks at him blankly. He feels himself slipping away. His hands clench and reach under his pillow, grasping his knife as the doctor reads from his clipboard. He won’t let someone speak about you like this. He won’t let them take you away from him. He grabs the doctor's hair and slits his throat, sawing through the man's blood vessels until he falls limp. A guard runs in and attempts to wrestle the knife out of his hands but he overpowers him, plunging the knife into his chest repeatedly. Seonghwa’s fuled by blind rage, no one will stop him from avenging your honor. How dare they speak of you like this as he kills the fourth and final guard to come in. He hears alarms blaring in the distance and looks at the clock. It's 9:05 am, he can feel you on your way to him.
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The blaring of the alarms push you to run faster, entering the high security section of the hospital. The commotion from down the hall gets louder as you approach his room. You come to a halt as you see a stream of blood running down the hall, coming from beyond his door. A loud thud from inside his room breaks you from your trance, you push open the door, seeing the bodies of guards surrounding his bed.
“Hwa” you gasp, eyes trained on the battered bodies. “What did you do?” you breathe out, finally looking up at him.
He looks up at you from across the room, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“What did I do?” He laughs maniacally. “Y/N, This is your fault. I did this because of you.” he says as he begins to approach you.
“THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM YOU!” He yells. “You were supposed to take care of me. YOU PROMISED!” He traps you against the wall next to the door. “Isn’t that your job? Nurse me back to my right state of mind? Figure out what's wrong with me? But you didn’t do that. No,no, no you just made me fall in love with you, you made me want you! So don’t act like this is my fault.” he says as he lightly drags the knife across your throat.
“No ones going to keep me away from you, my love.” he whispers into your ear. He leans over and locks the door before looking back at you.
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.” you answer with full confidence.
He smiles at you, but it's not the same smile your Seonghwa gives you. You don’t know who this is.
"I want my Hwa back, I don;t like you like this.”
“I am your Hwa, Baby. I did this for you Y/N. Don’t you see how much I love you?” he says, dropping the knife and kissing down your neck.
“I know, Hwa.” you sigh heavily, feeling his cock hardening against your stomach.
“Say you love me too. I know you do.”
Do you love him? Can you love someone who’d do this? The longer you stay quiet the more upset he gets. “It's ok baby. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” he sighs. “One day you’ll realize how much you love me.”
He runs his hands down your body, squeezing your ass. He flips you around, pressing your chest to the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Y/N. I’ll be all you think about for the rest of your life.”
He shoves your pants down and rips your panties off you, rubbing his fingers through you. “Fucking hell, you’re a filthy fucking liar. You do like me like this, look how wet you are.” he says bringing his soaking fingers in front of your face. Your breath quickens, seeing evidence of how wet you are.
“Just fuck me, Hwa.” you groan.
He pulls out his hard cock and rubs his tip through you. “I’ll make you mine, Y/N. You’ll let me cum in you right? Own this pussy”
“Yes, Hwa. Please.”
He lines himself up and slides in slowly, gripping your hips tightly at the sensation.
“F-fuck, Baby. You feel so good, the best I’ve ever had.” he moans out. He fills you up completely, stretching you so painfully but not nicely. You savor the pain, it reminds you of how taboo this is, how much you deserve to feel pain. Youre letting this psychopath fuck you in a room full of bodies, your colleagues blood on your body doing nothing but turning you on. You deserve to feel pain, but he turns that pain into pleasure with the first thrust. It’s like your pussy was made for him, you fit together perfectly. You can feel him in your stomach, so deep inside you, you can feel yourselves becoming one. He picks up his pace, thrusting into you harshly.
“I’ve dreamt of this for so long. I’ve fucked my fist imagining it was this pussy. You couldn't even imagine all the nasty things I’d do to you, Bbay. I’d hurt you so bad but you’d love it, you’d beg me for more. B-beg me to make you mine.”
He pulls out quickly and flips you around, hiking you up the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he slides back in, fucking into you while staring into your eyes.
“I need to see that pretty face when I breed you. I have everything planned out for us, Y/N. There's a beautiful house waiting for you, so many rooms to fill up with our beautiful babies. I know you’d be a great mother, my perfect little housewife.”
He picks up his pace, feeling you clenching around him, but desperate to come together.
“I’d keep you full of my seed all the time, my love. You’d always feel me dripping out of you, I’d keep you nice and round with my babies for as long as I can. You want that don’t you? You wanna be my slutty little cum dump?”
You can barely answer him, let alone breathe. He’s hitting it so deep, you feel like your on another planet. You look down into his eyes and nod, mesmerized by his beautiful brown eyes. You’d let him do anything he wanted if it meant you felt like this forever.
“Cum for me, my love. I’m going to fill you up so nicely, ok?”
You let go, clamping down on his cock and hearing his deep groan. His warm cum fills you up to the brim, leaking out of you, despite the vice-like grip your cunt has on him.
“So fucking tight and warm, baby” he blabbers, shallowly thrusting his seed back into you. He pulls you in for a kiss by your neck, claiming your mouth as his own. You pull back for air, giving him a blissed out smile. The words he so badly wants to hear hang on your tongue but you can’t give it to him yet.
“I know, baby. You don’t have to say it, I already know.” he whispers against your lips and sets you down.
He helps you fix your clothes and begins to pull you out of the hospital. As you see the chaos ensuing, the reality of the situation hits you.
“Hwa, where are you taking me?”
“Hongjoong is outside we gotta go before the cops come.”
“Wait, what?” you pull back from him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Y/N, now's not the time.” he growls.
“Tell me what's going on.”
“You really think I was going to stay in this shit hole forever? Y/N, I’m not fucking crazy, I killed those people on purpose. The only reason I’m not rotting in jail is because I paid off the judge. I was planning my escape from the moment I got here but I only stayed this long because of you. So let's go.”
His words break you from your trance. This man is actually insane. You begin backing away from him but he gets visibly upset. “Y/N, don’t try this shit with me. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”
The dim lighting of the hallway and red lights from the alarms make him look sinister. For the first time you feel afraid of him.
“I don’t want to go with you, Seonghwa.”
He looks at you blankly before grabbing you harshly. “
“I didn’t want to do it this way, Y/N. I wanted us to be happy, but if I have to force you to want me, so be it. He pulls out the sedative he took from one of the guards and pulls off the cap with his teeth. “You’ll be mine forever Y/N. That baby growing in your belly is proof enough.”
He sticks the syringe into your neck, releasing the chemicals into your body. You feel the drugs immediately kick in, falling limp in his hold.
“Hwa, please don’t.” you whimper.
He caresses your face with a pout. “Don’t worry, Baby. You’ll love me eventually, I’ll make sure of it.”
He flashes you a wide, beautiful smile before everything fades to black.
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PARK SEONGHWA X READER
WC: 7.4K
WARNINGS: MURDER, YANDERE, VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC ABUSE, GORE, KIDNAPPING, DRUGGING, SMUT, power imbalance, questionable morals, unprotected sex, rough sex, heavy talks of breeding, creampie, oral, guided masturbation, possessiveness, very inaccurate medical terms idk what i'm talking about, lots of dirty talk, seonghwa is actually crazy...
Synopsis: Park Seonghwa, 25, charged with 10 Counts of second degree murder, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. You find his story hard to believe, seeing through his lies. As a new psychiatrist you're not sure you're ready for the anomaly you're tasked to treat
A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the support!!! I love this fic <3
You love your job, you really do but moments like this make you question why you’re here. As you stand in the bathroom of your office cleaning the mashed potatoes your patient threw at you in a manic rage off your face, you question why you do this. As a psychiatrist you pride yourself in your patience, but you can't help but stomp your foot in a mini tantrum. You spent so long doing your makeup this morning and it’s all going to waste. You throw the final wipe in the trash and stare at your reflection. The bags under your eyes are much more prominent than a few days ago. You’ve been up all night trying to prepare yourself for your new patient coming today. Park Seonghwa, 25, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. He claims a “demon” took over his body, subsequently leading him to murdering 15 people across a 1 month killing spree. You don’t buy it. Something about this guy is off and the state made it your job to find out why. Your phone ringing snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Doctor L/N, the patient has arrived, we are transporting him to his room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
You take a deep breath and walk across the hospital to his room. You expect to hear shuffling and yelling but the room is eerily quiet. The guards in front of the door step aside and let you into the room, keeping a close eye on Seonghwa.
“Hello Mr.Park, I’m Dr. Y/N L/N, and I will be treating you for your stay here.” you smile at him., surprised by his appearance.
“Hello, Y/N.” he says, staring up at you from his place on his bed.
His curly black hair and plump lips suit him so well.
“I hope you adjust well, we’ve been anticipating your arrival. Breakfast begins at 8, so you are expected to be up and ready before then. Lunch is at 2 and dinner is at 7. Your therapy time with me is at 4 Mondays, Wednesday’s, and Fridays. Sounds good?”
“Sounds great” he says with a smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth.
“I look forward to working with you. My job is to take care of you and I promise to do that.” you smile.
You take a second to look at him, watching the dead look in his eyes. His smile says one thing but his eyes say another. With one last smile you leave the room, almost certain he’ll be causing problems before the night is over.
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You come in the next morning and check in with the nurses. Surprisingly there were no issues from Seonghwa, he even took his medication with no complaints. Maybe you had the wrong idea about him. You meet with several of your other patients, thankfully avoiding potatoes in your face again. It's 3pm when you take a break, looking outside your office window. You see him sitting at the edge of the courtyard, eyes fixed up at the sky. Four guards surround him out of precaution, but he seems completely unphased, eyes staring at the clear blue sky. For someone capable of such evil things he’s beautiful. His curly hair has grown quite long during his time in prison awaiting his trial. His eyes are wide and bright holding so many secrets. As if he can feel your eyes on him he looks up, directly into your office window somehow making eye contact with you. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away, pretending you weren't staring at him. It’s not uncommon for new patients to stick to themselves, often untrusting of the new environment. You can only hope Seonghwa will begin to trust you so you can treat him, if not you’re not sure what his future might hold.
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He is brought to your office at 4 on the dot, accompanied by the four guards assigned to him. He looks rather scared, the new environment keeping him on his toes. You welcome him with a wide smile that he doesn't return, instead staring straight at your shoes.
“Hello, Seonghwa.”
“Hi.” he responds quietly, reminding you of a scared child. You find it in your heart to feel sorry for him.
“How are you adjusting?”
He shrugs in response, eyes still on the floor.
“Can you look at me?”
He shakes his head no.
“Ok, that's fine. I know it’s scary here, I’d also hate to be constantly monitored, but we just want to make sure you’re safe.”
He keeps quiet so you continue.
“Tell me, do you like the food here?”
No response.
“I’ve only tried some of the patient food, well besides when it gets thrown at me. Last week Sandy with the weird haircut threw her potatoes right in my face, I looked like Ms.Doubtfire in that one scene.” you say with a laugh, gauging his reaction. He smirks but remains silent, you decide it might be best if you keep talking in hopes of making him comfortable.
“I’ve only been working here for about 5 months. I can’t say I’m settled completely. Some patients don’t seem to like me very much, hence the mashed potatoes. But I don’t let that discourage me, I mean if I was in their shoes I wouldn’t want some random lady talking my ear off. Well, I guess that’s what I’m doing now, I’ll shut up.”
He looks up at you with a wide smile, showcasing his perfect teeth. “Don’t stop," he says gently.
“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into here, I can talk for hours.” you say with a light laugh.
His eyes widen a bit, he looks at you as if he’s psychoanalyzing you, the roles seemingly reversed. You squirm under his intense stare, deciding to just start talking.
“How about this? If I tell you one thing about me, you tell me one thing about you?”
“Deal.” he says much quicker than you anticipate making you laugh. You hear his breath hitch, concerned you did something wrong.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Start talking.”
“Ok, Ok. Hmmmm, Oh how about this, I haven’t finished paying off my student debt.”
“I could pay it off,” he says seriously.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure that violates many rules.”
“I’m not one to worry about rules.” he says with a smile, making your own fall. He quickly reacts, trying to soothe the situation. “That was a joke, I’m joking.”
“Noted.” you say hesitantly. “Your turn.”
“I miss my cat.” he says, sadly.
“You have a cat?” you ask in surprise. “I love cats, I have two.”
“Can I see?” he asks, scooching to the front of his seat, making the guards jump hold him back.
“You guys can relax.” you say and they let go of him.
You grab your phone from your desk, missing the way his eyes drop to your ass.
“They're named Brad and Chad. And yes I know those are weird names for cats.” you show him the pictures of your cats, seeing his body visibly relax.
“What’s your cat's name?”
“Matz.”
“Boy or girl?”
“Girl. I think my friend Hongjoong has her but I’m not sure.”
“If you give me his last name I can try to find out for you.” you say with a smile.
He leans forward again in excitement. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I know It’ll give you peace of mind.”
“Kim, his last name is Kim.”
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“Kim Hongjoong has Matz and says you raised a very disrespectful cat.” you say and slide into the chair across from him in the cafeteria.
He looks a bit shocked at your presence but he gives you a wide smile when he registers what you said.
“She was born like that, I had no part in her sassiness.” he laughs.
“Did he say anything else?”
“He said, “Don't forget to look at the sky.” and stopped responding after that so do with it as you will.”
“I really appreciate it.” he says and grabs your hand, making the security guards restrain him.
“It’s ok, let him go.” you sigh, understanding the guard’s worry, but also feeling sympathetic for Seonghwa.
“I’ll see you around, Seonghwa.”
“Call me Hwa.” he smiles.
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Seonghwa has made great progress, now only being followed around by two guards as opposed to four. He’s been much more responsive with you and willing to let you into his mind, but he refuses to talk about the murders. Whenever you attempt to touch on the subject he locks up and asks to leave. You think he needs more time to accept and confront his past. You know prying too much will only erase his progress. You’ve learned so much about him and he’s learned so much about you. He’s so attentive to every word you speak, constantly bringing up small details you forgot you said. You’d be lying if you said it wasn't sweet. Today you decided to try group therapy with him, maybe if he sees someone else sharing he’d be inclined to share as well. You’re also hoping he’s able to make a friend here, since he expressed to you how lonely he’s been feeling. You can see the shock on his face when he walks into your office and see’s San sitting on the couch. He freezes in the threshold of your office, his face morphing into something you’ve never seen before.
“Who is this?” he asks with venom.
“Hwa, this is San, he’ll be joining us today.”
“Why?”
“I think it’ll be a good change of pace. Now come on in and sit down.”
He slowly walks in, eyes never leaving San.
“So, I was thinking of doing a joint session today. I think you two can be great friends and what better place to facilitate this friendship than here?”
“I’d rather be your friend, or more than friends if you’re interested.” San says with a smirk.
“San, don’t start.”
“If you show me your tits I’ll stop.”
“I will write you up.” you deadpan.
He holds his hands up in defeat as you look over to Seonghwa. He’s sitting in his chair with a hard face and tense body. You want him to feel comfortable, understanding why he’s nervous.
“Hwa, San also loves cats. Why don’t you tell him about Matz?”
“I have a cat named Matz” he whispers, eyes never leaving you.
“I used to have a cat but it died. I was thinking of getting a new one.” San says with a wide smile.
“What kind of cat is your favorite?” Seonghwa asks, seemingly interested.
“I like cats that are nice and wet, even better if they're tight.” he says with a wide smile, showing off his dimples. “Can I take a look at your cat, Doctor?”
Before you can respond San’s on the floor, face being beaten in by Seonghwa.
“HOW ABOUT YOU TREAT HER WITH SOME FUCKING RESPECT.” he yells as his fist fly into San’s jaw. As the guards peel him off San and sedate him he’s staring straight at you, tears in his eyes.
“I can’t sit here and let him talk to you like that.” he slurs as the sedative takes over his body.
“Thank you, Hwa.” is the last thing he hears before everything fades to black.
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“You did a real number on San.” you say with an awkward laugh at your next session, trying to make him comfortable. He’s back with four guards after he broke San’s jaw two weeks ago. He was placed in a higher security ward inorder to avoid more altercations.
“He deserved it.” he whispers with an eye roll.
“Maybe, but we don’t have to solve our problems with violence.”
“I do.”
“Well, If I upset you would you beat the shit out of me?” you ask, trying to prove your point but hoping he will say no.
He leans forward and looks directly into your eyes. “Y/N I will never hurt you. I swear on my life.”
“That's good to hear” you say with a laugh.
“Ok, let's begin. I want you to write three things you like here and three things you dislike. I want you to start seeing the good in the bad.”
“Not much to love in this shit hole.” he grumbles.
“Hey, At least the chicken tenders they serve on wednesdays are good.” you joke.
You hand him a piece of paper and a pen, your fingers brushing making you clear your throat.
“Ok, go ahead.”
“You do it too.” he says with a smirk.
“How about I just write things I do like? ”
“Deal”
You write three things you like:
Chicken tenders
The sunlight
Seonghwa
“Ok, you share first.”
He clears his throat.
“I like my doctor, I like the girl I meet on Monday’s, Wednesday, and Fridays, and I like Y/N.”
Your eyes widen and you can’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks tingle. “Well that's definitely something.” you say with a laugh watching his eyes light up.
You read out your list and watch his smile widen when he hears his name.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” you say with an eye roll.
“Oh baby, it already did.”
Your heart stops at the pet name, willing yourself to remain professional. He’s a goddamn serial killer you internally yell.
“Ok, now read the things you don’t like.”
“I don’t like Tuesdays and Thursdays, I don’t like San, and I don’t like your boyfriend.”
You choke on the sip of water you were taking.
“How do you know I have a boyfriend?”
“Your reaction just told me.” he says and you can see him becoming upset.
“I don’t have a boyfriend, and frankly it’s none of your business.” you say, slightly annoyed.
He gives you a look you’re never seen before. You hate to think it but he genuinely looks insane. You’re suddenly thankful for the guards in the room.
“I think that’s enough for today.” you say. the guards picking him up and dragging him out of the room, his eyes never leaving yours.
You weren’t lying, you don’t have a boyfriend. Well, that’s because he doesn’t want you. All Chris wants from you is sex, claiming he’s “too young for a relationship”
You wish you were strong enough to stick up for yourself but that’s exactly how he likes you, weak.
As you sit at your desk you're puzzled by Seonghwa’s reaction. Sure, you've had patients crush on you in the past but they've never reacted like that when they found out about your partner. He looked almost… murderous? You write this in his file, concerned for both your safety and his. Maybe someone else should get assigned to him? No, that’ll only aggravate him more. You sigh, at a loss about this situation.
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When you enter your office you see an envelope on the floor, presumably slid under your door. You pick it up and see it’s addressed to you.
You open it and pull out a letter.
“My dear Y/N,
I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday. I guess I got jealous, knowing I can’t have you in the ways he has you. I can tell you guys aren’t in love. You deserve to be loved, in every sense of the word. I wish we met in different circumstances, I’d do anything to have you, to hold you, to love you. I’m sorry if I scared you. You’ve been nothing but perfect for me and I’ve done nothing but give you headaches. I’ll be better for you, I promise.
-Hwa”
Your heart softens. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. You choose to ignore the parts where he confesses his love for you. That just complicates things. You decide to pay him a visit in his room.
You walk to the other side of the hospital, rehearsing what you're going to say to him. You stop in your tracks outside his door, hearing moans and groans coming from the other side. Is he ok? You press your ear to his door, only hearing more moans and whimpers. As you’re about to open it you hear him moan out your name. Oh. It doesn't take a genius to guess what he’s doing. It would be a lie if you said you weren't imagining his face right now. He’s already so pretty, he must look even better right before he comes. You bite the bullet and knock on his door.
“Hwa, can I come in?”
You hear shuffling and a meek “Come in.”
You open the door and pause. You expected him to stop but he’s sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall, cock in his hand. Your eyes stray from his face to his dick, hard and long.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No.”
“I’ll come back later.”
“No.” he yells, making you stop in your tracks.
“Turn around.”
As if you were in a trance you turn around, eyes trained on his large hands wrapped around himself.
“Can you come help me? It hurts so bad.” he whispers. “You’re my doctor aren’t you?” he smirks.
“No, this is wrong.”
“Then why are you still here? Why are your eyes on my cock rather than my face?”
“I-”
“Y/N, all I can think of when I close my eyes is you.” he says as he strokes his cock, looking into your eyes. “Your pretty eyes, your lips, your perfect fucking smile. You make it so hard to focus. I gotta come back here after every session to stroke my cock to you, I can’t help myself.”
You’re frozen in place, unsure if you’re even breathing. “Come wrap your hand around my cock, baby. Please?”
Your legs move before you can think this through, hesitantly wrapping your hand around him. He’s so big in your hands, you can only imagine how perfect he’d feel inside you.
“I shouldn't be doing this.” you whisper to him.
He wraps his hand around yours and guides you to begin stroking him, moaning at the sensation. “You aren’t doing anything wrong, just helping your patient.”
His breathing picks up as precum leaks from his tip onto your hand. “Baby, can I tell y-you something?”
“Yea.”
“I really wish it was your pretty little pussy wrapped around me right now.” he groans. “I’d treat you better than you could imagine, I’d have you addicted to this dick.”
“Hwa”
“Shh, keep going. You're making me feel so good, beautiful.” he breathes out, throbbing in your hand.
“Do you do this to your other patients? Or am I special.”
“You’re special, Hwa. You know that.”
“Do you do this for that ungrateful bastard you call a boyfriend?”
You freeze, but he continues.
“I know you don’t. If he treated you how you deserved you wouldn’t be here with me. I’d make you a queen Y/N, you don’t even have to love me back.”
You look at him in the eye, he looks fucking insane but you can’t find it in you to care. You crash your lips into his, feeling him suck in a deep breath before returning the same ferocity. The kiss is deep and nasty, nothing but tongue and teeth. You grip him harder and begin pumping him faster, desperate to see his face when you come.
“I want you to come for me ok? I wanna see how pretty you look when you feel good.”
“Yes, yes, ok. I’m gonna come for you.”
You hear him let out one last whimper before he comes, his seed dripping down your hand. When he’s done you bring your hand up to his mouth, watching him lick his cum off your fingers. You feel yourself clench around nothing, but you know you’d have to handle your little issue at a later time.
“So good for me, Hwa.” you smile, giving him one last peck before getting up.
He’s laying on the bed, looking completely blissed out, a wide smile on his face.
“I got the letter by the way. I guess flattery has gotten you pretty far.”
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You arrive home later than expected, getting caught up in some paperwork and losing track of time. When you arrive at your apartment you see none other than Chris waiting outside.
“Where have you been?” he immediately spits, slurring his words, making you roll your eyes.
“Why are you here?” you sigh, unlocking your door.
“What? I can’t come see you now?” he says, going to hug you, but you push him away, smelling the alcohol on his breath.
“Thought you’d be more interested in seeing Irene.”
“Y/N, don’t be like that. You and I aren’t together.” he says, getting aggravated.
“Thank God.” you say under your breath, unsure where this confidence came from.
“Come again?”
“Nothing.”
“No. Fucking say it.” he says, getting in your face.
“Chris, just leave.”
“Youre fucking impossible, Y/N. I don’t know what you fucking want from me. You get mad when I fuck other bitches but you talk to me like this? You don’t deserve me.”
You can’t help but laugh, turning to walk into your bathroom, which makes him even more upset.
“Whats so fucking funny?” he yells, grabbing your wrist a little too tight.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” you spit, trying to pull your hand away, but unable to due to his tight grip.
“You’re hurting me.” you cry as he tightens his grip and pulls you towards him.
“Imagine how much you hurt me when you act like this? You’re a fucking bitch Y/N. Why are you acting like this? Are you fucking someone else is that it?” he’s getting angrier by the second, beginning to scare you.
“GET OFF OF ME.”
“ADMIT IT. YOU'RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT AREN’T YOU? “
You yank your hand from his grip, only to be greeted with a sharp slap across your face.
You look at him with wide eyes, shocked at his actions. He seems equally as shocked as he stares at his hand then you.
“Sweetheart, I’m-”
“Get out before I call the cops.”
He rushes out, spewing bullshit apologies in his drunken state, but you’re having none of it. As soon as he leaves you begin to cry, the reality of what happened hitting you. You look down at your wrist, seeing his hand imprinted on your skin. You cry more, wondering how you got to this point.
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You tried your best to cover the small mark on your face, but the bruise on your hand was a no go. You just hoped the sleeves of your lab coat would cover the mark. You see multiple patients today, trying to keep up your usual happy persona but most likely failing. San is the only one who asked if you were ok, saying he “knows ways to make
You feel better.” Maybe Seonghwa needs to beat him up one more time so he can learn his lesson. Speaking og Seonghwa, you are nervous to face him after your encounter yesterday. You violated so many rules, if he were to snitch on you not only would you lose your job, but your license. You take a deep breath as the guards bring him into your office, two instead of four now due to good behavior.
He takes a seat but you’re not sure what to say. He frowns at the unusual silence, immediately asking what's wrong.
“I’m fine, Hwa. Just having a shitty day.” you say while subconsciously rubbing your wrist, bringing attention to it. He shoots forward in his seat and grabs your arm, pulling back your sleeve and looking at your wrist. The guards immediately grab him, but you signal at them to stand down.
“Did he do that?” Seonghwa asked, venom dripping from his voice.
“He was drunk.”
“That's not an excuse.”
“I know.” you sigh.
“That bastard doesn't deserve you. I hope he fucking dies.” Seonghwa spits.
“Hwa, don’t say that.”
“I want to leave.”
You nod your head and the guards lead him back to his room. You decide to head home, hoping a night out with your friends will clear your mind.
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Seonghwa’s tells himself he’s doing this for you. Everything he does is for you. No one can lay a hand on his sweet girl and think they won't experience any consequences. He’ll be damned if this fucker lives another day. He watches Chris dance and kiss other women like nothings wrong, like he didn’t put his hands on you. Seonghwa can feel the rage flowing through his body, this is the feeling he gets right before he kills. He can’t wait to see the light leave Chris’ eyes tonight. He’s eternally grateful for Hongjoong finding this fucker for him, he knows he’ll avenge you tonight.
He waits for him near his car, watching him fumble with his keys.
“Excuse me.”
Chris turns around and sees Seonghwa standing next to the car parked behind his own.
“Yes?”
“I know this sounds weird, but I’m trying to dump my couch, but I can’t get it out of my apartment by myself. Can you help me?”
“Yea sure.”
Seonghwa couldn't help but smile, knowing what was about to happen. As soon as the pair enter Hongjoong’s old apartment, Seonghwa wastes no time and stabs Chris in the chest, watching him crumble to the floor.
“You think you can touch my dear, Y/N and get away with it? No one is going to hurt my girl.” he spits, rage consuming him.
Chris doesn’t get a chance to respond as Seonghwa plunges the knife into his chest, repeatedly, aiming for his heart.
“This is how my heart felt when I saw those bruises on her.” he spits, mutilating Chris’s body.
When his body is nothing more than a pile of flesh and blood, Seonghwa stands, changing out of his soiled clothes and exiting the apartment, leaving Chris’s body to rot.
He pushes through the crowds of the rowdy club, searching for you. He spots you dancing with your friends, looking carefree and happy, exactly as you should be. He smiles at the sight, falling more in love with you as the seconds pass. He wants to experience everything with you, he wants to marry you, have kids with you, die with you, and he will. He’ll make you his, he’ll fill you up with his seed and watch your body grow. He’ll keep you where no one can find you, make sure you’re his forever.
He watches you search for one of your other friends from your spot at the bar, hoping you’d make eye contact with him. When your eyes meet his heart stops. He watches your eyes widen, and confusion grow on your face. You rub your eyes to make sure you’re seeing correctly and when you open them again he’s gone.
He walks back to the asylum elated, happy he served you justice. He passes by the security who knows better to question him and the nurses who keep their heads down and mouths shut. There's nothing money can’t buy, and the hospital staff’s silence is definitely not one of them. He changes back into his patient attire and gets into bed as if nothing happened.
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You’re 100% losing your mind. Either that or Seonghwa was in the same club as you last night which is impossible. You've run through every scenario you could think of and you’ve concluded whatever you feel for him is becoming too strong. You’re considering transferring him to another doctor, the guilt you have from what happened two days ago is sitting on you. That was completely unprofessional and foolish, your risked so much because you’re too fucking horny. Not only that but you took advantage of him, you're in a position of power, you should've said no. You know you wouldn't be able to treat and diagnose him properly. But you also know he’d throw a fit if he gets assigned to a new doctor. This is all too much for you to handle.
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone barging into your office. You look up and see Seonghwa, eyes widening.
“Hwa? Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you.”
“Where are the guards?”
“Don’t worry about that.” he says and locks your office door, worrying you a bit.
“Seonghwa, you’ll get in trouble if they find out you’re here.”
“They won’t find out if you don’t tell.” he says with a smile, walking to your desk.
“Why did you need to see me?”
“I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. It wasn’t my place to react like that, and I know you were probably already stressed, I shouldn’t have added to that.”
“It's ok, don’t worry.”
“No, it’s not Ok. I keep saying I'll treat you right but I haven't. Let me make it up to you.”
You smile at how much he cares when it should be the other way around.
“And how are you going to make it up?” you say with a light laugh.
“Let me eat you out.”
Your eyes widen.
“Hwa. What happened was a one time thing. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why?
“You know why.”
“I won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know, Baby. I love you, why would I jeopardize you?” he says, getting on his knees next to your desk chair.
“What if someone sees?”
“I’ll take care of them. With the way I’m about to have you, no one but me gets to see you.”
Your breath quickens. No way you're actually contemplating this. You watch as he turns your chair towards him and places his hands on your thighs.
“What do you say, Sweet girl?”
You nod hesitantly. He smiles up at you spreading your legs and running his hands up your skirt. He flips it up and looks at your pink panties, sucking in a deep breath.
“Just like I imagined.”
He puts his legs on your shoulder and pulls your hips to his face, running his nose along your inner thigh. He’s breathing heavily, his grip on you tightening. He licks a long stipe up your slit over your panties, teasing you. Your hands fly to his soft curls, pulling him closer.
“Please don’t tease” you whisper.
He begins to kiss your cunt, practically making out with it. He’s so sloppy with it, soaking your already soaked panties more. He pulls off your panties with his teeth, shoving them in his pocket before pulling you flush to his lips. He goes straight for your clit, sucking harshly. He's moaning into your cunt, lapping at your pussy like it's the last he’lll ever eat.
“So good, Baby. You taste so fucking goof. The best I’ve ever had.”
He runs two fingers through you, wetting them before easing them inside.
“Fucking hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
You can only moan in response, trying to control your volume.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s so good, Hwa. Feels so good.”
“Is it better than that fucker Chris?”
“Yes, so much better.” you moan out, not having enough brain power to question how he knows chris. All you can focus on is his soft tongue running through you and his fingers hitting all the spots you need.
Your back arches as you feel your orgasm coming. “Give it to me baby. I deserve it,I’ve been so good to you.” he speaks into your cunt, his fingers never stopping.
You look down into his wide eyes and see so much emotion in them. He’s so fucking pretty, just the thought that this is the man eating you out makes you let go. Grabbing his hair harshly and somehow pulling him closer as you soak his face. He keeps sucking and licking your clit, slowing the pace of his fingers. When it gets too much you yank his head back, out of breath.
“Fuck, Hwa. That definitely made it up to me.” you laugh, blissed out.
“I’m glad.” he laughs, licking his fingers clean before standing up and kissing you.
“I can make you feel even better.” he smiles, testing his luck.
“Nice try. Can I have my panties back?”
“No can do.” he smiles, kissing you one more time before backing up, helping you put your clothes back in place.
“I’ll see you four, Love.” he says with a wide smile.
“Actually, I need to cancel our session, something came up.” you say solemnly watching his smile drop. All the guilt from before it you once again. You can’t keep doing this. He’s you patient for fucks sake, you can’t fuck him. This is wrong on so many levels.
“So when am I going to see you instead?”
“I’ll let you know.” you say with a frown.
“Oh, Ok. Have a nice night, Y/N.”
“You too, Hwa.”
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Seonghwa can feel something's off. He thought after he ate you out you’d realize you feel the same way about him. But he could tell it had the opposite effect. He tries to sleep but all that's on his mind is you. He looks at the clock on the wall, it's well past 4am, you should definitely be gone. He gets up and opens his door, seeing the guard on night duty fast asleep. He walks to your office and uses the master key he stole from the janitor to unlock the door. He walks over to your desk and scans the papers littering it. He sees a printed out email from your supervisor, listing reports made about you from other patients. Other patients claim you show him favoritism? He knows San was behind this. They claim patient reports you write for him are much more detailed and that's somehow proof of favoritism? You eating lunch with him is somehow inappropriate? He laughs at this, they really have no idea how inappropriate your relationship has gotten. He continues reading, Your supervisor claims he’s showing no improvement and has requested a new doctor for him. He can feel the anger coursing through his veins but he wills himself. He’ll be damned if they try to take you away from him. His months of planning will not go to waste. He’ll live out all his dreams with you, there's no way he won’t.
He walks out of your office, filled with rage. He can’t believe this. He can only imagine how crushed you are. He knows you love him, even if you don’t know it. He knows you’re probably at home distraught. He owes it to you to make sure you two remain together forever.
He goes back to his room, but he still can’t sleep. He stares at the ceiling, imagining your pretty face in an attempt to calm his spirit. He’s rudely interrupted by his door opening. He looks at the clock and sees it's somehow 8am. Time flies so fast when you're on his mind. In walks another doctor he’s seen around the hospital. There's no way this happened so quickly. He can’t believe this. He sees the man speaking to him but he’s not hearing anything besides the ringing in his ears.
“I want Y/N to be my doctor.”
“Unfortunately, she can’t. She hasn’t been making much progress with you. We're hoping a more experienced doctor like myself can help you more than she can.”
He looks at him blankly. He feels himself slipping away. His hands clench and reach under his pillow, grasping his knife as the doctor reads from his clipboard. He won’t let someone speak about you like this. He won’t let them take you away from him. He grabs the doctor's hair and slits his throat, sawing through the man's blood vessels until he falls limp. A guard runs in and attempts to wrestle the knife out of his hands but he overpowers him, plunging the knife into his chest repeatedly. Seonghwa’s fuled by blind rage, no one will stop him from avenging your honor. How dare they speak of you like this as he kills the fourth and final guard to come in. He hears alarms blaring in the distance and looks at the clock. It's 9:05 am, he can feel you on your way to him.
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The blaring of the alarms push you to run faster, entering the high security section of the hospital. The commotion from down the hall gets louder as you approach his room. You come to a halt as you see a stream of blood running down the hall, coming from beyond his door. A loud thud from inside his room breaks you from your trance, you push open the door, seeing the bodies of guards surrounding his bed.
“Hwa” you gasp, eyes trained on the battered bodies. “What did you do?” you breathe out, finally looking up at him.
He looks up at you from across the room, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“What did I do?” He laughs maniacally. “Y/N, This is your fault. I did this because of you.” he says as he begins to approach you.
“THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM YOU!” He yells. “You were supposed to take care of me. YOU PROMISED!” He traps you against the wall next to the door. “Isn’t that your job? Nurse me back to my right state of mind? Figure out what's wrong with me? But you didn’t do that. No,no, no you just made me fall in love with you, you made me want you! So don’t act like this is my fault.” he says as he lightly drags the knife across your throat.
“No ones going to keep me away from you, my love.” he whispers into your ear. He leans over and locks the door before looking back at you.
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.” you answer with full confidence.
He smiles at you, but it's not the same smile your Seonghwa gives you. You don’t know who this is.
"I want my Hwa back, I don;t like you like this.”
“I am your Hwa, Baby. I did this for you Y/N. Don’t you see how much I love you?” he says, dropping the knife and kissing down your neck.
“I know, Hwa.” you sigh heavily, feeling his cock hardening against your stomach.
“Say you love me too. I know you do.”
Do you love him? Can you love someone who’d do this? The longer you stay quiet the more upset he gets. “It's ok baby. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” he sighs. “One day you’ll realize how much you love me.”
He runs his hands down your body, squeezing your ass. He flips you around, pressing your chest to the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Y/N. I’ll be all you think about for the rest of your life.”
He shoves your pants down and rips your panties off you, rubbing his fingers through you. “Fucking hell, you’re a filthy fucking liar. You do like me like this, look how wet you are.” he says bringing his soaking fingers in front of your face. Your breath quickens, seeing evidence of how wet you are.
“Just fuck me, Hwa.” you groan.
He pulls out his hard cock and rubs his tip through you. “I’ll make you mine, Y/N. You’ll let me cum in you right? Own this pussy”
“Yes, Hwa. Please.”
He lines himself up and slides in slowly, gripping your hips tightly at the sensation.
“F-fuck, Baby. You feel so good, the best I’ve ever had.” he moans out. He fills you up completely, stretching you so painfully but not nicely. You savor the pain, it reminds you of how taboo this is, how much you deserve to feel pain. Youre letting this psychopath fuck you in a room full of bodies, your colleagues blood on your body doing nothing but turning you on. You deserve to feel pain, but he turns that pain into pleasure with the first thrust. It’s like your pussy was made for him, you fit together perfectly. You can feel him in your stomach, so deep inside you, you can feel yourselves becoming one. He picks up his pace, thrusting into you harshly.
“I’ve dreamt of this for so long. I’ve fucked my fist imagining it was this pussy. You couldn't even imagine all the nasty things I’d do to you, Bbay. I’d hurt you so bad but you’d love it, you’d beg me for more. B-beg me to make you mine.”
He pulls out quickly and flips you around, hiking you up the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he slides back in, fucking into you while staring into your eyes.
“I need to see that pretty face when I breed you. I have everything planned out for us, Y/N. There's a beautiful house waiting for you, so many rooms to fill up with our beautiful babies. I know you’d be a great mother, my perfect little housewife.”
He picks up his pace, feeling you clenching around him, but desperate to come together.
“I’d keep you full of my seed all the time, my love. You’d always feel me dripping out of you, I’d keep you nice and round with my babies for as long as I can. You want that don’t you? You wanna be my slutty little cum dump?”
You can barely answer him, let alone breathe. He’s hitting it so deep, you feel like your on another planet. You look down into his eyes and nod, mesmerized by his beautiful brown eyes. You’d let him do anything he wanted if it meant you felt like this forever.
“Cum for me, my love. I’m going to fill you up so nicely, ok?”
You let go, clamping down on his cock and hearing his deep groan. His warm cum fills you up to the brim, leaking out of you, despite the vice-like grip your cunt has on him.
“So fucking tight and warm, baby” he blabbers, shallowly thrusting his seed back into you. He pulls you in for a kiss by your neck, claiming your mouth as his own. You pull back for air, giving him a blissed out smile. The words he so badly wants to hear hang on your tongue but you can’t give it to him yet.
“I know, baby. You don’t have to say it, I already know.” he whispers against your lips and sets you down.
He helps you fix your clothes and begins to pull you out of the hospital. As you see the chaos ensuing, the reality of the situation hits you.
“Hwa, where are you taking me?”
“Hongjoong is outside we gotta go before the cops come.”
“Wait, what?” you pull back from him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Y/N, now's not the time.” he growls.
“Tell me what's going on.”
“You really think I was going to stay in this shit hole forever? Y/N, I’m not fucking crazy, I killed those people on purpose. The only reason I’m not rotting in jail is because I paid off the judge. I was planning my escape from the moment I got here but I only stayed this long because of you. So let's go.”
His words break you from your trance. This man is actually insane. You begin backing away from him but he gets visibly upset. “Y/N, don’t try this shit with me. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”
The dim lighting of the hallway and red lights from the alarms make him look sinister. For the first time you feel afraid of him.
“I don’t want to go with you, Seonghwa.”
He looks at you blankly before grabbing you harshly. “
“I didn’t want to do it this way, Y/N. I wanted us to be happy, but if I have to force you to want me, so be it. He pulls out the sedative he took from one of the guards and pulls off the cap with his teeth. “You’ll be mine forever Y/N. That baby growing in your belly is proof enough.”
He sticks the syringe into your neck, releasing the chemicals into your body. You feel the drugs immediately kick in, falling limp in his hold.
“Hwa, please don’t.” you whimper.
He caresses your face with a pout. “Don’t worry, Baby. You’ll love me eventually, I’ll make sure of it.”
He flashes you a wide, beautiful smile before everything fades to black.
Like crazy is coming soon I swear!! I'm just super busy with finals and the fic is becoming a lot longer than anticipated but it will be worth the wait I promise.
LIKE CRAZY- TEASER
PARK SEONGHWA X FEM!READER
teaser wc: 239
Synopsis: Park Seonghwa, 25, charged with 10 Counts of second degree murder, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. You find his story hard to believe, seeing through his lies. As a new psychiatrist you're not sure you're ready for the anomaly you're tasked to treat.
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, yandere, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, degradation, creampie, choking, overstimulation, possessiveness, very inaccurate medical terms idk what i'm talking about.
A/N: a little too obsessed with harley quinn and the joker.
The blaring of the alarms push you to run faster, entering the high security section of the hospital. The commotion from down the hall gets louder as you approach his room. You come to a halt as you see a stream of blood running down the hall, coming from beyond his door. A loud thud from inside his room breaks you from your trance, you push open the door, seeing the bodies of guards surrounding his bed.
“Hwa” you gasp, eyes trained on the battered bodies. “What did you do?” you breathe out, finally looking up at him.
He stares at you from across the room, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“What did I do?” He laughs maniacally. “Y/N, This is your fault. I did this because of you.” he says as he begins to approach you, blood dripping off the knife clutched in his hand.
“THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM YOU!” He yells. “You were supposed to take care of me. YOU PROMISED!” He traps you against the wall. “Isn’t that your job? Nurse me back to my right state of mind? Figure out what's wrong with me? But you didn’t do that. No,no, no you just made me fall in love with you, you made me want you! So don’t act like this is my fault.” he says as he lightly drags the knife across your throat.
“No ones going to keep me away from you, my love.” he whispers into your ear.
posting the teaser so I actually finish writing this...
LIKE CRAZY- TEASER
PARK SEONGHWA X FEM!READER
teaser wc: 239
Synopsis: Park Seonghwa, 25, charged with 10 Counts of second degree murder, acquitted of all charges by reason of insanity. You find his story hard to believe, seeing through his lies. As a new psychiatrist you're not sure you're ready for the anomaly you're tasked to treat.
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, yandere, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, degradation, creampie, choking, overstimulation, possessiveness, very inaccurate medical terms idk what i'm talking about.
A/N: a little too obsessed with harley quinn and the joker.
The blaring of the alarms push you to run faster, entering the high security section of the hospital. The commotion from down the hall gets louder as you approach his room. You come to a halt as you see a stream of blood running down the hall, coming from beyond his door. A loud thud from inside his room breaks you from your trance, you push open the door, seeing the bodies of guards surrounding his bed.
“Hwa” you gasp, eyes trained on the battered bodies. “What did you do?” you breathe out, finally looking up at him.
He stares at you from across the room, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“What did I do?” He laughs maniacally. “Y/N, This is your fault. I did this because of you.” he says as he begins to approach you, blood dripping off the knife clutched in his hand.
“THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM YOU!” He yells. “You were supposed to take care of me. YOU PROMISED!” He traps you against the wall. “Isn’t that your job? Nurse me back to my right state of mind? Figure out what's wrong with me? But you didn’t do that. No,no, no you just made me fall in love with you, you made me want you! So don’t act like this is my fault.” he says as he lightly drags the knife across your throat.
“No ones going to keep me away from you, my love.” he whispers into your ear.
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BOSS YOU AROUND
Mingyu x afab reader
WC: 3.7K
WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷♀️
Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work. He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour.
“Who is it?” your voice rings out.
“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.
On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…
You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.
“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.
You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.
What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat.
“Don’t be like that, bunny.”
You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight.
“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.
“Are you flirting with me right now?”
“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.
He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.
“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.
“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.
You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.
~~~~~~~~
“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.
“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.
“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”
“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”
“That's not true, we need something from you.”
“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”
“What?”
“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”
He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”
“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.
“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”
“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”
He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist.
He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.
“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.
“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door.
Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended.
One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.
“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”
That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.
You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now.
“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.
Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.
“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath.
“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”
You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.
A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”
“Who are you?”
“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair.
“You haven’t asked a question.”
His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back.
“Where the fuck is San?”
Your eyes widen. San?
“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”
“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”
“London? What business does he have in London?”
“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer.
He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry.
“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.”
Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse.
The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.”
“Mingyu please don’t.”
“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”
“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper.
“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.”
“Well I am scared.”
“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers.
He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.
He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after.
What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?
He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside.
“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”
“That's a bad place to keep your keys.”
He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”
He has a point.
“Ok, bye.”
“No thank you kiss?” he pouts.
“I’ll kick you in the balls again.”
He puts his hands up in surrender.
You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror.
~~~~~
2 months later
You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”
Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole.
Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction.
“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh.
You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.”
He walks around the corner with a pout.
“Why are you here?”
“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.
“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.
“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”
“Ok fine.”
He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking.
“Why are you here?” you sigh.
“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”
Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch.
“Lovely set up you have here.”
“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking.
“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”
You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal.
“I don’t believe you”
He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers.
You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”
“That's not true.” he whines.
“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”
He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with.
“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”
“Holy shit, Shut up.”
He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down.
“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”
He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”
You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?”
He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”
His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”
“Please.”
“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”
“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”
You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.
You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes.
“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle.
“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”
You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length.
“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.
“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you”
He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.
Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head.
“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”
“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.
“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”
“As if.”
He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it.
“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”
He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length.
“Open up.”
You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”
He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.
“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly.
“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”
He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it.
“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”
You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”
He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath.
“Bend over the couch.”
You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass.
“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts.
You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight.
“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds.
“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.”
He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words.
“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”
You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way.
“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs.
“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock.
He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you.
“Beg”
“No.”
He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”
You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
The fuck?
“What.”
“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”
“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze.
“On second thought, I don't want to hear you.”
He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”
Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him.
“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch.
You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.
He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police.
“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.
“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”
He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on.
“Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”
You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy.
“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”
He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door.
“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape.
“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off.
You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman.
“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.
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BOSS YOU AROUND
Mingyu x afab reader
WC: 3.7K
WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷♀️
Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work. He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour.
“Who is it?” your voice rings out.
“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.
On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…
You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.
“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.
You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.
What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat.
“Don’t be like that, bunny.”
You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight.
“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.
“Are you flirting with me right now?”
“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.
He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.
“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.
“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.
You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.
~~~~~~~~
“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.
“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.
“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”
“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”
“That's not true, we need something from you.”
“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”
“What?”
“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”
He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”
“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.
“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”
“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”
He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist.
He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.
“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.
“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door.
Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended.
One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.
“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”
That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.
You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now.
“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.
Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.
“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath.
“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”
You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.
A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”
“Who are you?”
“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair.
“You haven’t asked a question.”
His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back.
“Where the fuck is San?”
Your eyes widen. San?
“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”
“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”
“London? What business does he have in London?”
“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer.
He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry.
“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.”
Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse.
The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.”
“Mingyu please don’t.”
“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”
“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper.
“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.”
“Well I am scared.”
“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers.
He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.
He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after.
What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?
He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside.
“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”
“That's a bad place to keep your keys.”
He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”
He has a point.
“Ok, bye.”
“No thank you kiss?” he pouts.
“I’ll kick you in the balls again.”
He puts his hands up in surrender.
You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror.
~~~~~
2 months later
You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”
Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole.
Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction.
“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh.
You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.”
He walks around the corner with a pout.
“Why are you here?”
“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.
“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.
“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”
“Ok fine.”
He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking.
“Why are you here?” you sigh.
“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”
Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch.
“Lovely set up you have here.”
“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking.
“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”
You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal.
“I don’t believe you”
He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers.
You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”
“That's not true.” he whines.
“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”
He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with.
“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”
“Holy shit, Shut up.”
He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down.
“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”
He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”
You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?”
He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”
His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”
“Please.”
“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”
“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”
You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.
You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes.
“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle.
“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”
You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length.
“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.
“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you”
He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.
Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head.
“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”
“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.
“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”
“As if.”
He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it.
“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”
He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length.
“Open up.”
You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”
He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.
“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly.
“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”
He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it.
“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”
You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”
He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath.
“Bend over the couch.”
You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass.
“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts.
You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight.
“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds.
“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.”
He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words.
“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”
You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way.
“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs.
“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock.
He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you.
“Beg”
“No.”
He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”
You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
The fuck?
“What.”
“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”
“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze.
“On second thought, I don't want to hear you.”
He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”
Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him.
“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch.
You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.
He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police.
“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.
“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”
He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on.
“Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”
You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy.
“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”
He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door.
“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape.
“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off.
You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman.
“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.
#2
Idol Dino x afab reader
You finally meet your favorite idols and can't pass up the opportunity of a lifetime.
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, degradation, throat fucking, creampie, lots of dirty talk.
A/N: this came to me in a dream...
You’re staring at Seventeen. Seventeen is staring at you. You look over to your dear friend Somi who dragged you into their dressing room after finding out they were your favorite idols. You nervously chuckle, too afraid to breathe or move.
“Guys, this is my good friend Y/N.”
You snap out of your trance and send them a wide smile with a wave.
“I’m sorry, I know I seem crazy, I'm just so starstruck.”
They laugh and begin making small talk with you. You’re calm on the outside but on the inside your freaking the fuck out because you’re literally being perceived by seventeen! You make the most conversation with Chan, he constantly tries to make you laugh and tell stories about their past. His wide, blinding smile and contagious laugh have your cheeks tingling and a smile permanently on your lips.
“Calm down” you whisper to yourself when you think no one is looking, missing the smile Chan sends your way.
You're sitting on top of a counter when the guys start to leave one by one, hugging you goodbye. Somi leaves with Jihoon and Mingyu, leaving you and Chan in the room alone. You smile at him unsure of what to say.
“Y/N, who's your bias?” he suddenly says, getting up and walking towards you.
Your eyes widen. He walks up to where you're sitting and stands between your legs, placing his hands on your knees. Your breath catches in your throat making him smirk.
“Don’t say it's not me” he says with a frown.
“Well it's really impossible to choose, but my top 3 are Mingyu, you, and Seungkwan. But if Mingyu wasn't there you’d be number 1 but you’re lowkey number one but I just don’t want to admit it to myself.” you nervously rant trying not to embarrass yourself but doing exactly that.
“Number 2? I’ll take it.” he smiles. “Tell me what you like about me.” he says as he starts rubbing circles on your knees with his thumbs.
“I think you’re a great dancer.”
“What else?” he slides his hands up a little higher.
“Um, I think you're really good at singing and rapping and you’re really funny.”
He squeezes your thighs as a thanks, looking at you with heavy eyes.
“What else?” he says sliding you closer to him, pressing his bulge against your crotch.
You gasp, feeling him throb through his pants.
“You’re so fucking hot, Chan.”
“Now that's what I wanted to hear.” he chuckles, grinding his hips into yours making you groan.
“Are you gonna let me fuck you? Or is number 2 not good enough?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
“You’re sounding like a groupie, Y/N.”
“I don’t care, I’ll sign a NDA if you want.”
“We don't need that if you keep these perfect lips shut. Or I can find a way to shut them for you.”
“And how’s that?”
“You can’t speak if my dick is shoved down your throat.” he whispers, making you clench around nothing.
“Fucking hell.” you moan, throwing your head back as he pulls your hips to his tighter.
“Youre gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy just because I’m me? Or do you give it up to everyone this easily?”
“No! only for you.”
“Only for me huh?”
He slides his hands up your thighs and grazes your clit over your leggings.
“Fuck” you moan out, trying to wrap your head around whats happening.
He pulls you off the counter and brings you to the couch, bending you over the armrest. He pulls down your leggings and your panties in one go, stopping to admire your leaking cunt.
“Fuck, you really do like me.” he laughs cockily.
He licks a long stripe up your folds, moaning at your taste. “So fucking good, Somi really blessed me tonight.”
He pulls your hips into his face and eats you out with vigor. He sucks harshly on your clit making you let out a loud moan. He slaps your ass when you try to pull away, gripping your hips harshly to keep you on his tongue.
“Isn’t this what you dreamed of? Your bias fucking you? Why would you run from what I'm giving you?”
“I’m sorry, please don’t stop, Channie.”
He doesn’t answer, instead diving back in and sliding one finger in.
“Fucking hell, youre so tight, princess.”
You groan as he struggles to slide another finger in. “Jesus Christ, are you a virgin?”
You tense up, giving him your answer. He groans and stands up. “You’re telling me I’m gonna be the first one in this pussy?”
You look at him with wide eyes and nod.
“You flatter me, Princess.” he smiles at you. “Don’t worry I’ll make it real special.”
He presses a gentle kiss to your lips while stripping you of the rest of your clothing.
“On your knees for me, Princess.”
You drop to your knees and wait for further instructions. “Such a good girl for me.” he smiles, stroking your cheek.
He unbuckles his belt, wrapping it around your throat and pulling himself out his pants.
“Open wide.”
You open your mouth and he slides in slowly, afraid to hurt you. You pull off him with a pop and look up into his eyes.
“I want you to use me however you want, Chan. Don’t worry about me.”
He groans, throwing his head back.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
He slides back in, using the belt to guide you up and down his length, using you as he pleases. You try not to gag as you feel him at the back of your throat, focusing on pleasing him.
“You feel so fucking good, princess. If your throat is this tight I can only imagine how tight that pussy is.”
He pulls you off his length and lays you down on the couch, moving to hover over you.
“Get these nice and wet for me.” he says as he slides two fingers in your mouth. He fucks your throat with his fingers, watching you gag and gasp around his fingers.
“You're doing so good for me, Baby. I want you to be good like this when I slide my cock in you, Ok?”
“Yes, sir.”
He kisses your forehead and pushes your legs up, sliding his fingers into your cunt.
You moan, trying to keep your head. He works you open, making sure you’re ready to take him.
He hovers over you, rubbing his tip through your folds. “Tell me if it hurts, ok?”
You nod, but he grabs your chin. “I need words, Baby.”
“Yes, Chan.”
He kisses your lips as he slowly slides in, groaning at your tightness. “So fucking good.” he mumbles against your lips.
“Fuck, I feel you in my guts, Chan.”
He chuckles as he sits up straight grabbing your hips. “That's the goal, love.”
He pulls back and gives you an experimental thrust, watching your reaction. When he sees your face scrunch up in pleasure he picks up his pace, thrusting deep and hard into you. Your toes curl at his pace, feeling nothing but pleasure.
“Fuck, Chan it feels so good, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Baby. But I need you to promise me something, Ok?”
“I want this pussy everytime I’m in town. I need you to come see me everytime, ok?”
“Yes Channie, anything you want. I promise”
“You’d do anything I ask, wouldn't you? You’d let me degrade you, fuck you like a slut, just because I’m me? You’re too fucking easy, Baby.”
His mean words don’t even phase you, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.
“I can feel you clenching around me, cum for me right fucking now.”
You let go, milking him for all he’s worth.”
“Fucking hell, take all my cum, Baby. Don’t waste a drop.”
He thrust deeper into you, making sure his cum floods your womb. He groans into your neck, trying to catch his breath. He pulls back and flashes you a smile.
“Same time next year?”
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