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Palestine Children’s Relief Fund (PCRF)
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Care for Gaza
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Islamic Relief
UNRWA
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cws: smut, unprotected sex, semi public sex, making out, riding, fingering, choking, oral sex (f!receiving), Seonghwa is a little freak
word count: 2276
a/n: no, I did not forget about this series lol, also first time writing Hwa, I hope you liked it hehe
You sighed, head falling back as you let the hot water engulf you completely. You closed your eyes in pure bliss, another soft gasp falling out of your mouth - lips curled up in a smile.
“Thank you for this, baby”, you said, opening your eyes to look at your boyfriend.
“No need to thank me, my love. You truly deserve this treatment”, he smiled while talking, tilting his head, “You had worked so hard for your promotion, let’s celebrate it”.
Seonghwa had booked a room in a local bathhouse you wanted to visit since half an eternity, but it never happened that the both of you had time for it. Or for each other.
He has been busy with the newest comeback while you had worked your ass off to get promoted at your job - you had barely seen each other in the last few weeks, maybe even months.
So of course, you had been very happy when Seonghwa picked you up to come here. The hot water really helped to soothe your aching muscles and soul. And the bathhouse really was as pretty as you had seen it on the internet. You had some privacy, an own tub to sit in, probably big enough for five people - but it was just the two of you now. Well, the walls were very thin, you could hear other people in the room next door - except there wasn’t even a door, just a curtain.
“I’m very proud of you, my love”, Seonghwa added, making you furiously blush at the praise.
“You are?”.
Your heart was pounding and it was almost embarrassing, you wanted to blame it on the heat surrounding you, but it was futile. He knew you too well, he was already smirking.
“Oh, of course. You’re the lead director now, right? Let me be proud of my girl for that accomplishment”, he cooed.
After all these years of knowing him, being together with him, you probably would never get used to him complementing you or even calling you ‘his girl’. So of course you were red, your chest flaring with a mixture of pride and affection.
“Come here”, he said, holding an arm open for you.
You moved towards him, sitting down on the edge beside him and letting him sling his arm around you underwater and pull you against him. Your head rested on his shoulder and you closed your eyes, inhaling his vanilla like scent. You hummed lightly as he rubbed gentle circles into your waist, holding you close.
His other hand was on your thigh, massaging the muscles in his reach and making you gasp. It was completely involuntary, just coming out of you in a moment of bliss. But he grinned, you could see it in the corner of your eye.
“What are you doing?”, you asked.
“Nothing?”, he laughed, “Just taking care of my girl”.
His hand scooted higher, cupping your core. You had to press your own hand onto your mouth to keep quiet and shut down the mewl coming up. He manhandled you, moved you to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest.
“We- Hwa, please, we’re in public”, you whispered, looking at the curtain.
“Hmm, guess you’ll have to stay quiet then”, he muttered, his plush lips kissing the spot behind your ear.
“Can’t we wait until we’re back in the hotel? We can- do it there”.
His fingers were parting your folds, one hand holding your legs open with a harsh grip on your thigh. Your nails dug into his arm, still trying hard to not make any suspicious sounds.
“Don’t worry, we’ll do it there”, his voice was just a whisper, but still sent shivers down your spine, “And here”.
He touched your clit gently, asserting only so much pressure onto it that you could feel it. He was teasing you with it, like he always enjoyed to do. Seonghwa liked seeing you fall apart under his mercy, making you beg, but he always was very eager to give you what you asked for afterwards.
“Hwa- I-”, you were afraid to talk, afraid you would moan as soon as your mouth was open.
“Just let me make you feel good, okay? Part of my gift for you”.
And with that, he pushed two fingers in, making your spine arch involuntarily. Seonghwa chuckled, he enjoyed this almost as much as you did, you felt his erection growing underneath you. But he had no problem staying quiet at all, he just let little gasps come through whenever you jolted or writhed at his palm pressing down on your clit.
“Need my help, jagiya? They’re gonna know otherwise”, his free hand came up to cover your mouth, “I’m the only one who’s supposed to hear that”.
With his hand holding your mouth shut, you weren’t so afraid anymore, letting your sounds be muffled by him. You reached behind you, getting your fingers tangled in his hair as he mouthed at your neck.
Seonghwa could play you like a fucking instrument, he didn’t even have to look at what he was doing to you to know you were melting in his skilled hands. He hit your g-spot with the right amount of pressure, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“Thaaat’s it, my love”, he muttered, grinding his cock against your ass.
And here you had thought that going into this bath both completely naked wouldn’t lead to anything. To be honest, if you hadn’t been in public, you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands to yourself in his bare presence as well.
You turned around in his arms, cupping his face as he let go of yours, pressing your lips to his in a fiery kiss. He groaned into your mouth, the shared breath so addicting for both of you. He cradled your head with a hand on your neck, the other one on the small of your back to shove you closer against his body.
His dick twitched against your swollen clit like this and you couldn’t stop yourself from properly climbing onto him and straddling his lap. He grinned, you could feel him smirking into the kiss, getting exactly what he wanted when you positioned yourself on top of him to let his cock slide into your waiting pussy.
You didn’t separate, swallowing each others moans to muffle them. A hand on your ass was shoving you down impatiently, literally impaling you on his cock - when he bottomed out, you couldn’t hold back his moaned out name.
“My love-“, Seonghwa gasped, a grin still lingering on his lips, “You gotta stay quiet. They will throw us out”.
“I can’t”, you sobbed, your hips automatically rocking back and forth to chase the friction, “Please- Hwa-“.
“Okay”, his hand slipped from your neck to the front, it wrapped around your throat, not squeezing but holding you close, “But if any sound comes out of that pretty mouth, I’ll stop”.
You didn’t know where to put your hands, gripping his shoulders for leverage.
“You can’t do that to me-“, you pouted, “Please, Hwa- I-“.
“You can handle it, I know you can”.
Seonghwa encouraged you to move, to lift your hips and slam them back down. God, this was torture, every time your hips met his own, he hit your sweet spot without even trying to.
You bit your tongue, then your bottom lip and looked at him with pleading eyes. Seonghwa looked equally wrecked by now, the grip on your throat got tighter with every movement of your body.
“God- ride me like this, my love- you feel so good”, he mused, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your chewed on lips, “My sweet girl, look at you”.
He accentuated his words, thrusting up into you with every single one of them. You groaned, which turned into a sob when he indeed stopped immediately.
“That’s not fair”, you whispered.
“You gotta work for it”, he chuckled, his grip on you unrelenting.
He waited a moment before he let you move again. His free hand came up to comb his hair back before he let his arm rest on the edge of the tub, watching you with a tilted head.
Your hands scrambled, your own fingers now wrapping around his throat as well, right at the base, and squeezed down on the sides.
Seonghwa gasped, a beautiful broken sound, combined with his eyelids fluttering - it had some kind of effect on you. You gyrated your hips, holding onto his throat for leverage as hard as you could with him still being able to breathe.
“Ohh- my love”, he moaned, wasn’t quiet with it either.
But you weren’t stopping, only getting spurred on by it. The water splashed around you, out of the tub and for a moment, Seonghwa seemed to lose himself. His jaw was slack, eyes closed and face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers flexed on your windpipe.
Your body was sore, it had been before, and with you holding yourself up on your knees and trying to guide both of you to your climax - it had your heart rate peak in an embarrassing short amount of time. He hit your g-spot so good in this position, he reached in so deep and your clit was so deliciously rubbing against his pelvis like this.
But then, he snapped, picking you up and turning you around, pushing your back against the edge of the tub harshly. Seonghwa gripped your hips with both hands, holding you in place as he set a breathtaking pace to plunge his cock into your pussy over and over again.
“Wait- Hwa”, you cried out, but he decided to silence you with his mouth, growling into the sudden kiss like he was obsessed.
He came hard, with your name on his tongue, grunts and moans just barely muffled by your lips as he desperately pushed his hips further into you. The rhythm stuttered, but he couldn’t stop, filling you up with breathy groans and trembling muscles. You felt him twitch inside of you while he fucked his cum in deeper and still couldn’t separate himself from you even when he had finished.
“Sorry- hnngghh- couldn’t hold it back”, his voice was broken, hoarse as he tried to stay quiet after releasing so many guttural moans - everyone around you probably knew what was going on, “I’ll make up for it, promise”.
Seonghwa pulled out with a needy whine, as if he actually didn’t want to. He lifted you out of the tub to sit on the edge of the stones, pushing your legs apart.
“Seonghwa”, it was a warning and a plea at the same time, already gripping his hair to prepare yourself.
“Gonna make you scream my name”, he muttered, gripping your leg to rest it on his shoulder.
“Thought you want me to stay quiet?”.
He kissed your folds, his mouth immediately attached to your pulsating clit as if he needed it to survive.
“Don’t care-“, he groaned, hot tongue pushing into your entrance once before he gave you a flat lick over the bundle of nerves.
You humped his face, guiding his head to the right spot with your hand in his hair and he let you do everything you wanted. He let you fuck his face, his tongue, his nose, all while he stared up to you in awe.
But you were generous enough to let him breathe in between, to separate him from you for your own good - you probably would indeed scream otherwise.
His dark eyes were fixated on your pulsing hole, to his cum dripping out of you. He let the tips of two fingers slide through the mess, gathering it to push it right back in.
“You gotta hold it in, okay? Fuck-“, he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his voice slurred as if he was already drunk on your pussy, “‘S so good”.
His fingers slid into you so easily, fucking into you with quick little thrusts that had your eyes roll back and your exhales come out in perfect sync with them. You were so embarrassingly close, the heat in your stomach already flaring up as you tried to hold onto your last string of control.
Your hand slid into his neck, trying to urge him impossibly closer. That tongue of Seonghwa could be magical, you thought, it definitely felt like it.
So long and wet and skilled, he would always have your legs trembling in no time. Just like now.
“Hwa- gonna cum”, you sobbed, your free hand gripping the tub for dear life.
“Cum on my tongue, my love. ‘T’s okay, drench my face”.
He held his promise when he said he would make you scream his name, because you did. It was one very prolonged moan, every letter pulled into an incoherent length, you could barely make out what you were even saying.
Seonghwa was humming, happily swallowing every drop of your mixed arousal you would give him as your legs threatened to close around him out of sheer pleasure. He held them open, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the spasming muscles.
“God- so good”, he echoed, licking off every remnant of your orgasm, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Someone next door was clearing his throat, reminding you what you just did and where.
“Oh my god”, you whispered, covering your face out of shame while it turned beet red.
“Don’t be embarrassed”, Seonghwa kissed your inner thigh, lingering there for a second, “I love when you sing for me like that. Bet they enjoyed that too”.
Tags: Fluff, cuteness aggression, petting, kiss attacks, face squeezing
In which, fluffy drabble with seonghwa :3
Seonghwa was trying very hard to be serious, which was precisely the problem.
He was sitting on the living room rug, a pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he carefully organized a stack of photobooks. His dark hair was unstyled, fluffy, and falling slightly into his eyes. He looked so incredibly soft, so completely endearing, that a sudden, violent wave of cuteness aggression slammed into your chest.
Your jaw clenched. Your fingers twitched. He was simply too cute to be left alone.
"Seonghwa," you commanded, stepping over the back of the couch.
He looked up, blinking innocently behind his lenses. "Yes, Y/—"
Before he could finish, you dropped to your knees right in front of him, reached out, and aggressively cupped his face. Your palms squished his cheeks together, forcing his lips into a dramatic, adorable pout.
"You are a menace," you groaned through gritted teeth, squeezing his face just tight enough to make his eyes widen in surprise. "Why do you look like that? Why are you allowed to be this tiny? It’s genuinely infuriating."
"Y/N-ah," he tried to say, but it came out as a muffled, slurred "W/N-ah" because of how tightly you were holding his cheeks. A beautiful, pink flush immediately blossomed across his ears.
Instead of letting him go, you launched a relentless kiss attack.
You peppered his face with rapid, noisy kisses. One on his forehead. One on the tip of his nose. Three on his squished, left cheek. Two on his right. Seonghwa’s shoulders shook with quiet, breathless laughter as he tried to tilt his head away, but you held fast, burying your face into his neck to leave a final, dramatic kiss right against his collarbone.
"Stop, stop!" he laughed, his voice pitching higher as his arms wrapped around your waist to steady you both. "I'm trying to clean! You're attacking me!"
"I have to," you muttered against his skin, finally relaxing your grip on his face only to immediately slide your fingers into his hair. You began petting him thoroughly, running your fingers through the soft strands, scratching gently behind his ears like he was a pampered kitten. "You brought this on yourself by existing!"
Seonghwa let out a long, defeated sigh, but his body completely melted against yours. The reading glasses were crooked on his face, his cheeks were still slightly pink from your hands, and his hair was now a wild, messy bird's nest from your enthusiastic petting.
He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his large hands rubbing comforting circles into your back.
"If you keep doing that, I'm never going to finish this," he murmured, his voice dipping into a sweet, lazy register. He tilted his head up, his dark eyes sparkling with affection as he playfully nipped at your chin. "But I suppose the photobooks can wait."
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a/n: this is for my insta moot aria :3 i finished it for you, angel!
「 ✶ 」 warnings/tags ; fwb! seonghwa headcanons : dom-sub dynamic, dom! seonghwa, bondage, overstimulation, lingerie, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise, possessiveness, oral (f and m rec), deep throating, choking, asphyxiation kink, fwb to lovers.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ note ; headcanons are fun to write and a nice filler between my bigger works I’m having so much fun writing these. Also it’s lowkey super long for headcanons but I think I am allergic to making small fics.
“COME HERE AND GIVE ME A KISS JAGIYA”
best friend! seonghwa who has been eye fucking you ever since he met you.
best friend! seonghwa who is overly clingy with you because he always wants to touch you.
best friend! seonghwa who suggests to sleep at his house every night, longing to have your smell around him.
best friend! seonghwa who puts on movies back to back on purpose while snuggling with you on the couch knowing well that you’re going to get sleepy and fall asleep in his arms.
best friend! seonghwa who is so damn attractive you can’t help yourself when you’re tipsy, laying in his bed and you two cross the line.
best friend! seonghwa who asks you the next morning while cuddling together if you want this to be a reality between you and you agreed without hesitating.
Now you know your friends were right about the tension in the air between you that you so passionately denied. The sex is a dream of passion, sweat, tears, marks, overwhelming pleasure. Sometimes it feels like you just can’t take it anymore, it’s too much, it’s too good, it’s way too heated.
fwb! seonghwa who can’t help himself, every time he sees you he practically attacks you with kisses and touches. Especially seeing you in pretty lace that leaves little to the imagination makes him painfully hard.
fwb! seonghwa who ties you up, restrains you and has his way with you. Ropes around your body, handcuffs on your wrists cuffing you to the bed, hands around your neck, your favourite necklace making you asphyxiate and feel dizzy from the pressure.
fwb! seonghwa who knows just how you like it, how to angle his hips to hit the spot that makes you whine, how to make you cry.
fwb! seonghwa who fucks you into oblivion every single time, you never want him to stop.
fwb! seonghwa who is an eater through and through, his tongue working on you so skilfully, making out with your pussy and you always return the favour…
fwb! seonghwa who loves seeing you on your knees, stroking your hair and face, his fingers in your mouth sucking on them. When his dick slides inside your mouth he melts and can’t control his hips, face fucking you causing you to gag and tear up.
fwb! seonghwa who adores when you scratch his back and bite him, he loves it intense and animalistic.
His presence became your holy grail. The feeling of his cock inside you, every vein, every thrust hitting your cervix, every time you feel his cum shoot up inside you, warming your womb. His lips on yours moving in perfect sync, on your neck raising goosebumps all over your body and chills down your spine. And besides the overwhelming pleasure he gives you, he is the best person you’ve ever met. His embrace, his sensitivity, his voice and laugh became your temple of adoration.
fwb! seonghwa who loves your smell and hides his face in your neck and hair, smelling the pillow you slept on just to have you in his nose, it makes him so horny.
fwb! seonghwa who loves sleeping while cuddling you so he can touch you, groping you and kissing you everywhere, resting his head on the plush of your boobs and his hands on your ass.
fwb! seonghwa who can’t resist you and starts eating you out hungrily in your sleep, loving it when you wake up with soft moans and your hands moving to his hair, pulling.
fwb! seonghwa who never stops kissing you, addicted to your lips. Making out with you on his lap is his favorite part of the day, his dick twitching in his pants and nudging your clit.
fwb! seonghwa who loves cumming inside you, he’s just in love with the idea of you full of him to the brim and leaking, he could cum again at the sight of it.
fwb! seonghwa who gets off at your pleasure, seeing your face scrunch up, mouth falling open, brows furrowing and pretty sounds of his name spilling out of you.
you became his obsession, his addiction, his greatest love. The time he spent between your legs turning into quality time that reminded more of a couple than two friends that casually fuck. But he never promised anything about his feelings and neither did you so what could he blame? He just needed you and he would get you.
fwb! seonghwa who started being obvious about you two, not able to contain his need for you anymore.
fwb! seonghwa who hugs you in front of everyone, getting possessive over you.
fwb! seonghwa who gets jealous everytime a guy even dares to think he can have you and becomes tense, clinging to your side.
fwb! seonghwa who fucks it into you : “you’re only mine baby, only I can be inside this pussy.”
fwb! seonghwa who blurts out between moans while having you folded in a matting press, legs resting on his broad shoulders : “I love you so much baby”.
fwb! seonghwa who cums inside you hard once you say it back in a breathy, whimpery tone : “fuck… I love you too hwa”.
that night you both couldn’t sleep, the desire you had for each other overpowering the overstimulation and exhaustion your bodies felt. The morning after, you woke up cuddled up onto him and just by looking at each other you both knew there was no need for talking, you were meant to be.
The sound of the headboard banging against the wall rattled off like a muffled bass drum. If the neighbors were home, they surely hated you by now. It was well past midnight. You lay on your back with your head dangling over the end of the bed, gurgling against the violent thrusts. He held tight to each breast using them as makeshift handles to keep himself sturdy as he rammed his pelvis into your face. So much spit had begun to bubble from the corners of your mouth that it had begun to run down into your nose. You swallowed to try to avoid drowning.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Do that again baby. Swallow me deeper. Take all of me.” You opened your mouth as wide as it could go and he shoved himself in all the way to the hilt. You made the attempt to swallow again and felt your throat constrict around his rigid, pulsing dick. His grip on your breasts tightened as he fucked your mouth. You lapped at his dick with your tongue, feeling the thick veins that you were sure your throat would have memorized before the night was over.
You moved your hands that had been gripping on to the mattress to his hips, around to his ass, and squeezed. He smirked in response; you could never keep your hands to yourself. He stuck two of his fingers in his mouth, and pulled them back out slowly, a line of drool following, and leaned over you. You could feel him circling your swollen clit with his fingers and squirmed at his touch. You were throbbing, aching for him to touch you more. His thrusts grew gentler as he tended to you. He slid his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean. You moaned with pleasure and he shuddered, feeling the vibrations from your throat on his dick, and stood back up straight, placing one of his hands on your throat.
“You’re such a good little bitch.” He cooed as he watched you take him in. He liked to see the way your eyes watered and your face reddened as he constricted your airway. “I’m almost there. Stay with me.” You could see the little black dots forming in your vision when he finally released his load deep into the back of your throat and slid himself out of your mouth, letting go of the grip he had on your neck. You hadn’t been prepared for it to be so much and had to sit up quickly mid swallow to keep from choking. That didn’t stop it from leaking out of your nose. He looked down at you with a smile on his face and leaned down to grab the corner of the sheet. He used it to gingerly wipe your face. “You good?”
“I’m good,” you sputtered, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks. He threw a hand into your hair, grabbing a handful of it and yanked your head back. A soft gasp escaped your lips.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded. His husky voice always sent chills down your spine and you squeezed your legs together, moaning as the slick began to gather at your core. You eyed him defiantly.
“No,” you said, a smirk tugging at your lips.
“I said open,” he said again, tugging on your hair again.
“Fuck you.” You provoked him with your half-lidded eyes, licking at your lips. He chuckled at your defiance and reached down for your legs, pulling them apart easily and exposing your pulsating center. He used one hand to slide his long fingers in and out of you slowly, his thumb rubbing across your pearl again. You whined, your face slack with ecstasy. He wrapped his other hand around your throat again and squeezed.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he growled. You obliged, opening your mouth, your tongue sticking out. “Good girl,” he hummed, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. You could feel yourself getting close to orgasm and tried to pull away, but he pulled you back in. “No.” He parted his lips and let a line of drool out to splay across your tongue and slid his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his own mouth crasheto lick them clean. “You want a taste?” You nodded and he was on you immediately. He shoved you down onto the bed roughly and climbed atop you, mouth crashing into yours. He kissed you greedily, sloppily; sucking and biting at your bottom lip. “I want you so bad, baby.”
You could feel his hard length slapping at your wet entrance and you moaned every time it brushed against you. He kissed down your neck, your collarbone, until he found your pert nipple. He popped it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. You moaned, the heat at your throbbing core was becoming unbearable. You reached down, grabbing a hold of his dick, and began stroking it. He gripped the hand that held his dick and pulled it away, slamming it down over your head, and lined himself up with your hole.
Nose to nose, his eyes boring directly into yours, his warm breath on your face, he pushed himself into you. Your greedy cunt welcomed him, wrapping around him and drawing him in deeper and deeper. He moaned, his brows crinkling, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. There was nothing but the sound of wet skin slapping, the headboard creating a dent in the wall, and your synced breathing. He lifted his head to plant wet kisses on your lips; sweat dripped from his forehead onto your face to meld with the tears of pure bliss that rolled down your cheeks as he plunged into you, burying himself as deep as he could with each thrust. He was slamming so hard into you that you knew you’d be swollen later, but it hurt so good and each time he bottomed out you cried out how much you loved him.
You’d cum several times and were completely spent by the time you felt the warmth of his load filling you up. You lay there with your hair plastered to your face, your cheeks rosy and your lips swollen from him chewing on them. He uttered a few expletives, pumping slowly until he was sure he’d emptied everything he had into you, and pulled out slowly. He spread your legs to watch his release seep out of your puffy cunt and used his thumb to spread it around, focusing on your engorged clit. You whined that it was sensitive, but he wanted to pull another orgasm out of you. He shoved his cum covered fingers back inside of you, fucking you until you cried out, your release splashing out to coat his hand. He leaned down, flicking your clit with his tongue once before kissing it gently. “That’s my girl.”
He crawled up the bed to lay beside you, gathering you into his arms. You nestled into his chest, breathing in the sweet smell of his sweat, and closed your eyes. He was snoring before long, and you followed right behind.
tags: mommy kink, praise kink, edging?, d/s dynamic, restrainig, creampie, aftercare, not proofread, this is old!
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the room smells like fresh laundry and a hint of his cologne. seonghwa stands there, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the line of his collarbone, the smooth dip where it meets his shoulder. his dark and focused eyes stay steady on you as he gestures to the bed with a slight tilt of his head.
"sit," he says, voice firm with no room for argument. you do, the cool cotton of the sheets brushing you bare skin as you settle back.
the air feels thicker already, your pulse picking up in your chest enough to echo in your ears. seonghwa moves closer, the floor creaking under his slow and deliberate steps.
his hand finds your shoulder first, a warm palm pressing down gently until you're propped up against the headboard. "knees apart," he murmurs, fingers trailing down your arms to your legs, spreading your thighs wider.
you feel exposed like this, the cool air hitting the warmth between your legs, your underwear sticking slightly from the anticipation. he watches you with clinical eyes: the way your chest rises and falls, the way your fingers curl into the sheets.
"you're fidgeting too much," he says, voice soft but edged with authority. his thumb brushes your inner thigh, enough to send a shiver up your spine. "good girls wait patiently. you know that."
you nod, swallowing hard as heat builds in your core. he hums, leaning in until his breath is warm on your ear. "tell me you're going to be good." his hand hasn't stopped moving, fingers now tracing the edge of your underwear, the fabric damp under his touch.
"i'm going to be good," you whisper back, and he nods once before finally letting his hand slide fully between your legs. two fingers press against you through the thin material, rubbing in small circles that make your hips twitch.
the pressure is just enough to tease, your body clenching around nothing. he watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded.
"that's it, pretty," he says, voice dropping lower. "mommy's here. just relax." he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly. the air feels cooler now, hitting your bare skin, his hands coming to your knees to spread you wider.
his fingers return between your legs, two of them pressing against your entrance, slick from the teasing. he pushes in slow, the stretch making you gasp, walls fluttering around his fingers as they curl just right.
your back arches off the pillows, hands gripping the sheets tighter. the room is quiet except for the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you.
"look at you," he murmurs, free hand pressing flat on your stomach, holding you down when your hips try to buck. "so needy already, but you're taking it so well. no rushing. you'll take what i give you."
this thumb presses to your clit, moving in steady circles, the dual sensation making your thighs tremble.
the pressure coils tight in your belly, your skin flushing hot from your chest up to your face. you can feel every ridge of his fingers, the way his fingers thrust and stretch you open.
"please," you whimper, voice breaking. he pauses for a second, fingers stilling inside you.
"please what?" he asks, tone calm and expectant. "please, need more," you manage, hips shifting under his hand.
he smiles faintly and resumes, going faster and deeper, thumb rubbing harder against that bundle of nerves. "you're doing so well for me," he says, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin lightly. "look at how wet you are, dripping all over my hand. but you're waiting like i asked, aren't you?"
you nod frantically, the praise sending another wave of heat through you. "ask for it," he says finally, voice rougher now.
"please mommy," you gasp desperately, voice shaking as your body tenses. "please let me cum."
he hums in approval, fingers curling harder until your orgasm crashes over you, waves of it pulsing through your core. your vision blurs at the edges, thighs shaking as he works you through it.
he pulls his fingers out slowly, the emptiness making you clench again, and brings them to his lips, tasting you with a low groan.
"good girl," he says, wiping his hand on the sheets before undoing his belt. he shoves his pants just enough to free himself before positioning between your legs, hard length pressing against you. he rubs the tip through your wetness, teasing you as he coats himself. "you ready for me?" he asks, hand gripping your hip to hold you steady.
"yes, mommy," you breathe, and he pushes in slowly, inch by inch. the stretch is fuller than his fingers, making you gasp again, digging your nails into his shoulders.
seonghwa bottoms out with a sigh, letting you adjust before moving slowly. one hand pins your wrist above your head, fingers interlacing with yours, while the other grips your hip, pulling you into each thrust.
"fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs, picking up his pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, "taking me so well, pretty. i'm so proud of you."
your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back, pulling a groan from his throat as he buries his face in your neck. you cry out his name as you cum again, clenching around him hard enough to pull him over the edge with you.
he follows with a few more thrusts of his hips, spilling inside you with a muffled groan against your shoulder, warmth flooding you as his hips still.
seonghwa stays inside you, hand stroking your hair as you both come down from the high. "you were perfect," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he grabs a tissue from the nightstand, wiping you clean before pulling you back into his chest
Summary: You college best friend has taken a special interest in your body during your sleepovers. You think it’s just a dream.
Note: this is a work of fiction. Actions in this story are not acceptable in any real life scenarios and should only be part of fantasy due to questionable consensual circumstances. This is in no way shape or form an accurate description of these characters in real life and is purely for entertainment purposes. Please read at your own risk.
Content Warning: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa has female body parts and uses she/they pronouns. They’re perverted. Somnophilia without consent. Dubious consent. Use of sleeping tea. Wet dreams. Nipple play. Nipple orgasm. Nipple sucking. Masturbation. Orgasms in sleep. Fingering. Clit play. Oral sex. Face riding. Finger riding. Multiple orgasms. Squirting.
Your new friend Seonghwa was beautiful and a huge nerd. Both of you bonded over your love of movies and Animal Crossing. You had a lot of fun times spent together and eventually started having sleepovers. Most were completely normal but, lately, things seemed a bit.. odd.
Two months ago you woke up to a very strange feeling. Your body was very warm and it appeared you had uncovered yourself in the middle of the night. Your nipples were sore and the panties you were wearing were completely soaked. Maybe you were ovulating? You chose to ignore it but, it started to occur almost every time you spent the night.
One morning, your eyes opened in shocking quickness from a sensual dream. Everything had felt so real. So intense. Between your legs, you felt yourself throbbing with an overwhelming strength that had seemed to have already reached its peak. It was then you realized that you had orgasmed while you were sleeping. You felt embarrassed having had this happen while sharing a bed with your sleeping friend. But, a small part of you also enjoyed it.
After the first time, it continued to happen every time you slept over. You don’t know what caused it nor did you talk to Seonghwa to see if they had also experienced this. You just kept it to yourself. However, you started to crave this feeling, letting yourself fall asleep in their bed multiple times a week knowing you would wake up to a pulsing release.
“Are you sleepy?” Seonghwa giggled, looking down at you dozing off on her extra pillow.
“Mhmm.” You mumbled with a weak smile, struggling to stay awake.
“Did you drink all your tea?” She asked, referring to your a special cup of tea she made you and on your last visit. It was a sleepy-time tea, meant to help you fall asleep.
“Yeah.” You mumbled. Seonghwa tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face softly while you finally fell into a deep slumber. She watched you until she heard the familiar sound of your slowed, steady, breathing. Knowing that meant you were sleeping like the dead, and ready for her to play with you.
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Flashback.
The first time it happened it was nearly innocent. As innocent as the circumstances allow you to consider. Really, it was curiosity that started this. Seonghwa was always curious about other girls bodies. So, when you fell asleep and she could see your nipples outlined through your thin tank top, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch them over the fabric. Her fingers grazing over your puffy nipples until they slowly turned into hard peaks. Each pad of her fingers rubbing light circles around your stiff nipples.
She continued this for many minutes, mesmerized at how they seemed to grow firmer and firmer under her touch. Your legs seem to move ever so slightly here and there, squeezing together.
‘Can she feel this?’ Seonghwa thought to herself, curious. Switching from teasing your nipples to flicking rapidly at them with her fingertips, making your pussy start to tighten below. She continued, causing you to shift ever so slightly in your sleep, your thighs falling open to reveal the panties you slept in, feeling comfortable enough with her to not wear shorts over them. When Seonghwa looked down, she noticed a very distinct wet spot on the cotton fabric. One that made her make her own in the panties she wore.
She started to get turned on, scaring her. In the shock of it all she stopped and laid back down beside you and tried to sleep, vowing to never touch you again. However, this was a promise never meant to be kept. Only telling herself she would keep her hands to herself to convince her she was not the pervert she knew she was deep down.
The second time it happened, Seonghwa put the blame on you. How could you come over and fall asleep in such a low-cut top? Didn’t you know your breast would fall out of your neckline when you shifted in your sleep? They couldn’t help it but reach out to touch you once again, this time on your bare skin. When your peak stiffened under the soft fingertip and you didn’t stir, she felt bold and stuck her tongue out to flick it across the sensitive tip. They loved how the hardened tip felt against their tongue and continued to flick it against you. You could feel it in your dreams while completely unaware it was actually real. Your pussy started to get increasingly wet with every stroke of their tongue. You let out a whimper in your sleep that startled Seonghwa. They froze on the bed, sure they were caught, but found relief when your slow breathing had not changed and your eyes stayed closed.
They checked you between your thighs and found a similar wet spot from the last time which made them smirk. Were they really doing something wrong if you seemed to enjoy it? Even subconsciously? They didn’t think so. With your breast still peeking out of your top, Seonghwa brought their face up to you again but this time, wrapping her delicate lips around it. They suckled gently, swiping their tongue across it now and again, enjoying the whimpers that slipped out while you slept. Between your thighs, your muscles started to tighten. You could feel it in your dreams, deliciously running towards a high you didn’t know the cause of.
Seonghwa used their hand to reach out to touch your other covered breast. Their slender fingers finding your unattended nipple to tease it over your shirt. The added stimulation very quickly was enough to push you over. Your cunt started to pulsate as you came completely untouched between your thighs. The orgasm was not the most intense one you had ever had, but it was enough to wake you slowly. You stirred and Seonghwa quickly pulled away from you, managing to somehow situate herself to look asleep when your groggy eyes finally managed to open.
You were confused, panties coated in your orgasm and sticky against your skin. Without thinking you reached your hand down between your thighs and checked yourself, still pulsing from the aftershocks of your climax. Your panties soaked. You bit your lip, still feeling a bit aroused, but remembered you were not at home and a friend was near. You sat up in Seonghwas bed and quickly re-adjusted your breast, hoping they did not see you bare, and quietly snuck off to their bathroom. You dropped your panties and saw how ruined they were, feeling a bit embarrassed. There was no way you could go around the rest of the day with those.
You changed out of them and put a pair of sleeping shorts on instead, wearing no panties at all. You shoved the panties in your bag to take care of when you got home. Then, laid back down to sleep for the rest of the night.
While you slept, Seonghwa went to investigate. Peeking in your overnight backpack to find what you had hidden. She grabbed the crumpled fabric and saw the sticky clear remnants of your orgasm, a small gasp leaving her lips when she realized what she had made you do. She suddenly couldn’t help herself, stealing your underwear and laying back down on the bed with them.
Seonghwa spread their legs and pushed their own panties down her thighs, her cunt already throbbing. She turned her face towards yours to make sure you did not start to wake up again and then, slowly used her hand to rub circles in her clit with your ruined panties. The soaked cotton slid across her swollen clit, feeling almost like a tongue. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she continued to rub the fabric on herself, rolling her hips slowly for more friction. She imagined your tongue lapping across her cunt, licking her up until she broke. When Seonghwa finally came, it was the best orgasm she had ever had. She convulsed beside you on the bed, eyes rolled back, and hand clamped around her mouth to prevent any noise. When her orgasm subsided, she hid the panties under her pillow, wanting to keep them to remember this night.
Every night you slept over, Seonghwa played with you until you came. Always focusing mainly on your nipples, only once finding the courage to rub her fingers over your clothed pussy. Usually only opting to rest her hand against you while she sucked on your nipples to enjoy the feeling of your clit pulsing under her.
One night, she decided to test out a new tea she had found for you. It was made to work like a sleep-aid, to make you sleep and keep you asleep. You drank the whole cup easily down to the last drop.
“So this is supposed to help us sleep?” You asked her.
“Yeah.” She shrugged, sipping on a decoy tea next to you. “I’m just having a really hard time sleeping but want you to try it to make sure I’m not getting ripped off.”
It didn’t take any convincing, you didn’t care. You liked being asleep with Seonghwa next to you, knowing what always went with it. You soon felt the affects of the tea and fell soundly asleep.
“Hey.” They whispered to you. “Are you awake?”
You didn’t stir.
“Is it working?” She said at a normal volume but, you didn’t wake up. She continued with her test, reaching down and pulling your panties to the side to expose you to her. Your pussy on full display with no parts hidden. Every part of her body felt on fire and she took in the sight in front of her. She thought you were beautiful. Delicate.
To see you in your full glory, she performed her usual teasing of your nipples and watched as your arousal slowly coated your exposed folds until you glistened in the low-lights of her room. She couldn’t take your eyes off of your pretty cunt while you started to pulse, your clit twitching before her eyes as she played with you. She pushed her hand into her panties and rubbed herself while she watched your pussy start to clench around nothing, her free hand still stimulating your nipple. Her hand working furiously against her, small whimpers slipping out of her throat, until she finally saw you cum softly. Your cunt started to pulsate, muscles contacting, while your cum ran out of your cunt and onto her mattress. Seonghwa came hard, folding into herself as her body shuttered in pleasure.
She carefully covered you up again after she was done climaxing and head out of the clouds. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t get her mind off of how your cunt looked while you came. It finally broke her free from everything holding her back from going all the way. She needed more of you and she was going to take it, in any way she could.
End Flashback.
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After making sure you drifted off to sleep, Seonghwa pulled down your panties until they were off of you completely. The tea was working wonders, keeping you unconscious while she successfully undressed you. She propped herself between your thighs and spread them slowly, surprised you find you already soaking wet. She wouldn’t know yet but, you had been aroused just thinking about your next in-dream orgasm.
“Fuck.” She mumbled to herself, out of desire and some nerves, then mustered up the courage to reach out and push her finger between your folds. She dragged her digit from the bottom to top, collecting your arousal and bringing it up to your already swollen clit. She bit her lip as she rubbed her finger in a circle at the very tip of it, watching your pussy clench from the direct contact. The more she rubbed the wetter you got. The fire building between your legs that you could feel in your dreams. However, this time, the intensity from her real touch started to slowly wake you up. Your eyes were heavy and unable to open yet, still not fully coherent. You thought you were still in a dream, conjuring up the explanation that a dream-like entity was pleasuring you. You moaned softly, embracing the pleasure, your legs widening a bit more.
Seonghwa was going out of their mind at your reaction, not realizing you were slowly waking up. At this point, there’s no way of telling if she would even care. Seeing you open up for her made her feel bold, dragging her finger back down and pushing the very tip of her finger inside of you. Your hips twitched from the teasing penetration, your arousal coating her finger. She pushed herself in further, watching as your cunt swallowed her finger down to her knuckle. They didn’t move for a moment, taking in the erotic feeling of you pulsing around her skin, then dragged herself out to push a second finger inside. This time, curling them upwards to rub against your g-spot.
You started to become overwhelmed with pleasure, the feeling of somebody fucking their fingers inside of you becoming all too real. Way too real. You moaned again, legs opening completely. The feeling was intoxicating and you had no desire to stop it. Your mind becoming more clear with every pump inside until you realized this was no dream. You were about to cum, for real, on somebody fingers.
You felt scared for only a second before realizing it could only be one person. Seonghwa. Everything hitting you all at once: the wet dreams, orgasms, sore nipples, and the sleeping tea. She had been touching you in your sleep. Violating you.
And, fuck, you loved it.
You orgasmed hard from her fingers and the taboo of it all, clenching down hard around her while her wrist failed to stop moving. Your hips lifted off the bed and back arched as it shafted to become more intense, Seonghwa not letting up. Your eyes finally opened, hand reaching down to grab onto her slender wrist, making her stop and freeze.
When you looked down, your eyes met. Seonghwas eyes were wide in horror, her pulse visibly racing in her neck. She slipped her fingers out of your aching cunt and was about to retreat when you stopped her.
“Wait!” You croaked, throat dry from the deep sleep.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“ she began to panic.
“Eat my pussy.” You told her, taking her by surprise. “Please. Please make me cum again.”
She didn’t hesitate, dipping her face down between your thighs and pushing her long and pointed tongue into your swollen cunt. You moaned loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Your fingers tangling into her dark locks to push her face deeper into you. Seonghwa groaned as she took in your desperation, her pointed nose pushing up into your clit as you rocked your hips. You were shamelessly grinding against her tongue, using her face to bring yourself to your next orgasm.
Seonghwa was beyond turned on, ready to cum at any small touch. Reaching down between her own legs, she pushed her hand underneath her panties and laid on her hand. Pushing her hips, she humped herself against her fingers, clit grinding onto the pads while you rode her tongue. You watched as she did this, the sight making you cum again. This time, all over her tongue and face. Her orgasm followed soon after, cumming while she kept her tongue out to lap up your gushing release.
You laid still once you both finished, the only sound came from your ragged breathing. Both of your highs mellowing out. Seonghwa sat up cautiously and looked at you warily. You stared back, taking in her expression and knowing exactly what she was thinking. She was scared. And, she was not wrong to feel this way. You should be upset. You shouldn’t be okay with what has been happening. But you were. Completely enticed by the idea of her wanting you so bad, she couldn’t help but take advantage of you when you were so vulnerable.
“So, you were the person of my dreams?” You finally said, a smile spreading on your face. Seonghwa visibly relaxed in relief, letting out a shy giggle
“Guilty.” They admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s a bit strange but, I kinda don’t mind.” You shrugged. “I’ve known for a while something was happening with me. Well, to me.”
“Really?”
“Why do you think I sleep over all the time?” Both of you giggled together, completely relaxed and giddy.
“Well, maybe next time you don’t have to be asleep.”
“I think I’d like that.” You told her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “But, can I still sleep over again tomorrow?”
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Wow this was so hottttt to write yall! I hope you enjoyed :)
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 explicit smut, established relationship, romantic, domestic fluff, pregnancy scare/marriage talk, emotional intimacy, vaginal sex (unprotected), cum eating, squirting, food play, kissing, breast play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ even though I’m wifey, you can hit it like a side chick <3 ── word count: ².²ᵏ 🥞 “clearly, making food would have to wait.”
A/N: surprise surprise yes I am writing seonghwa again. don’t judge me, blame him /jk he has completely brainrotted me. but I just wanted to give y’all some dirty domestic action. I think I plan on opening my requests soon and start working on a longer series with hwa featuring a special guest but that’s all I say for now; so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“What’s this?”
You’re in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter with chocolate chips, and you looked up to see Seonghwa holding a pregnancy test—the one you discarded this morning.
You cursed at yourself, annoyed you didn’t hide it better.
“Oh…yeah. I took it this morning.” You continued making breakfast, turning to the fridge to take out a carton of eggs.
“Well? Babe, I don’t know what the one line means.”
“Hwa, I’m not pregnant, relax.”
There was a beat of silence as you glanced his way, trying to read his expression. His eyes stayed fixed on the little plastic stick in his hand, his face frustratingly unreadable.
Not that it mattered. You were taking birth control.
These past few weeks, you’d simply felt…off. Taking the test seemed easier than letting your mind spiral.
A pregnancy was not in the plans, but you couldn’t act like it didn’t have your head spinning. Would Seonghwa want a kid with you? Are you even ready to be a mom? The whole thing fucked with your head.
Seonghwa turned the test over in his hand before setting it on the counter. He padded around the island on bare feet, slipping his arms around your waist. His body pressed to your backside as he nuzzled his chin onto your shoulder, gently kissing your neck.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, brushing your hair back.
“Of course. We have no plans for a baby, right?”
“I mean…no, but you look upset.” He admitted, his voice low and comforting.
You sighed, setting the whisk down.
“I was scared…and happy. I kept thinking, I don’t want to be pregnant. Then I’d think about having a little piece of us to love, and I’d get excited. Then it came back negative, and I was relieved…and then I got anxious that you— ”
Your voice caught, blinking away the tears fighting behind your eyes.
“That I what?” Seonghwa hugged you tighter. “Hey…talk to me.”
“That you wouldn’t want kids with me anyway.”
“Why would you think that?”
Turning to face him, you took his hands in yours.
“We’ve been together for seven years. Neither of us wants to get married or have kids right now. Sometimes I wonder if…maybe that’s just how it’ll always be.”
“Life isn’t a race. We have plenty of time to make those decisions together…when we’re ready.” Seonghwa delicately placed a kiss on your temple, then your cheek.
“How do you even know you’ll want me to have your babies?”
“Cause I already do, sweetheart.”
The words stole the air from your lungs.
Your lips parted, searching his face for even the smallest hint of hesitation.
There wasn’t any.
Your hands swept around his neck and you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, pushing your back against the edge of the countertop. The taste of him sent electricity through your body as your tongues rolled together, a familiar ache returning to your gut.
His hands lowered, gripping your ass in his palms.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He mumbled against your mouth.
You leaned your head back and broke the kiss, leaving Seonghwa pouting cutely as you giggled.
“Let me at least finish breakfast first.” You protested weakly.
“Hm, guess you’ll be my breakfast instead.”
Seonghwa hooked his long fingers in the waistband of your shorts, snatching them down your legs quickly. You lifted your feet one by one, letting him take them off before tossing them to the side. He, in turn, stripped free of his boxer briefs without a second thought.
It was adorable how eager he was for you. He swiped away the bowls and food behind you before grabbing hold of your hips. Hwa hoisted you up, planting your bare bottom onto the counter in one swift motion.
Clearly, making food would have to wait.
Even though your families begged to see you and Seonghwa wed and have kids, you were enjoying the simplicity of just being in love. You purred his name under your breath before his lips crashed against yours with a needy appetite.
Your hands caressed the back of his head, lacing your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He scooted farther between your legs, his hands drawing you closer to the edge of the counter. His thick erection twitched between you as your lips moved lithely along each other’s.
“Hwa, I need you…please,” you whimpered, his lips ghosting down your jaw and latching onto your throat.
“Mmm…say that again, baby.”
His cool breath blowing along your ear, his tongue licking and tugging at the lobe.
The sensation curled down to your toes, forcing your grasp on him to tighten. Raspy moans fell from you, his mouth turning your head into a fuzzy mess.
“Seonghwa…I need you,” your hushed voice cooed as you rut your hips up and slip his cock along your slit, “I want you inside me.”
His body shuddered against you. Hwa suddenly met your eyes, his gaze lustful and hungry. A broken gasp caught in your chest as he made swift work parting your legs more, a hand guiding one of your legs onto his shoulder as he rested the other on the stool nearby.
“This is the only pussy I want to be inside of.”
Every word he whispered made you pathetically wet, blood buzzing in your ears and pounding the ruthless ache in your cunt. Seonghwa was the only one who ever made you feel this way without even being touched.
He tilted his head down and drooled lazily on his dick, lining it up to your entrance. Gliding himself up and down your folds, you shuddered and pinched his skin between your fingers. You inhaled a sharp bite of air between your teeth, arching your back as he tapped his length against your throbbing clit.
“Now you’re just teasing…” you muttered, earning a coy smile from him.
Fisting his shaft, he carefully stuffed himself inside your hot core, filling you completely.
“F-fuck!” You cried out loudly, his cock stretching your walls as he pushed deeper.
Your hand slapped against his naked chest as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were sharp, rough, and raw.
Each stroke twisting the knot in your belly as he bottomed out inside you.
“Hwa…” your whimpers of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as your dripping pussy fluttered around him.
From the sheer drive of his hips (and angle you were positioned), you were forced back, leaning on your arms with your hands gripping the island bar ledge. Hwa took advantage of your shift and gripped your hips, pounding into your cervix.
The ragged, incoherent noises tumbling from your lips were music to his ears. The air sweltered as the heat built from your bodies, arousal seeping around your skin as your hips shoved together.
“I love the sounds you make for me, princess.” He breathed heavily.
His velvety voice mingled with the searing squelching that filled the room, the harmony dancing through your dazed mind. The slick friction of his cock intoxicated you as his tip found that sweet spot almost instantly.
It was heaven—pure bliss.
Hwa softly kissed the inside of your knee. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at his brow. He gently wiped them across your skin as he rested his face against your leg.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you panted, laying your hand on his groin as his rhythm sped up.
It was too much.
The pressure in your belly grew more intense by the second.
Hiking your crop top above your breasts, Seonghwa latched his mouth to your nipple, lapping his warm tongue over the sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out of you, the taut muscles in your stomach straining unbearably.
His cheeks hollowed as his puffy lips sucked lightly at your tender flesh. The carnal desire in his eyes stole your breath when he glanced up at your heated face, burying himself inside your cunt relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he huffed, seizing your throat in his palm, “—s’need you to cum all over me.”
Seonghwa kissed you passionately, teeth clicking with frantic need. A strangled noise released from you into his mouth, hips grinding together as the fire pooling in your abdomen burst and sent shockwaves through you.
“Hwa…” you mewled, vision painted with white sparks.
You tried to come down gradually from your orgasm, leaning forward as your pussy spasmed around him. You dug your nails into his muscly bicep—but Seonghwa refused. He grabbed the back of your hair, forcing your foreheads together.
“God, you feel s’good, s’fucking go—”
His voice caught, hips stuttering as a thunderous growl ripped from his chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum spilled inside your sopping core as Hwa rocked his hips back and forth, your folds milking every last drop from his cock. His grip in your hair tightened, his fingers digging into your scalp.
You lusciously squeezed around him. Feeling his orgasm, his length twitching against your juicy center, made time slow as if you were watching fireworks go off.
A combination of sweat and cum glistened brightly on your inner thighs. You could see droplets of sweat collecting on his upper lip and jaw. You loved it—the sweatier he was, the more you were turned on.
“Holy shit, baby. That pussy s’good.”
He kissed you again, more fiercely this time, but took his time tasting your mouth. The salty taste of his lips had you salivating for more.
You could never get enough of him.
“So you’re only going to put your babies in me?”
You rubbed your noses together sweetly.
“‘Til death do us part.”
Hwa stayed engulfed in your leaking heat, leaning back and caressing your cheek in his hand. Then, he suddenly slammed his cock to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
A mixture of screams and whines tore from your lungs, hands finding the marble ledge to ground yourself as Seonghwa continued to fuck you mercilessly. His hips moved with reckless abandon, ramming himself into your g-spot repeatedly.
There was little to no time for your orgasm to rapidly stir in your gut, but it felt different—like a burning rocket coming to shatter inside you. Seonghwa snapped your hips down harder against him, cursing your name under his breath.
This was the true definition of having your guts rearranged.
Your skin prickled as you exhaled unevenly, melting into the heady ecstasy.
“Hmm…that’s crazy it’s s’deep,” he hummed, his first load seeping out of you around his shaft, “f-fuck…your pussy feels s’wet.”
“Oh-oh my g-god…Seonghwa…don’t s-stop.”
The delicious wet noises wrecked you beyond comprehension. The piercing touch from his sopping erection set you aflame. Your walls clenched around him, head fried and dizzy.
You were royally fucked.
The crackling spring uncoiled and shot through you, body shaking as you came again, crying out silently. Juices trickled out of your pussy like a fountain, coating Seonghwa and the tile.
As your insides pulsed, they blindsided Seonghwa and pushed him out of you.
It was absolutely euphoric.
A full body orgasm that you never expected.
“Did you just…squirt?” he asked, eagerly looking from between your legs to the puddle on the floor.
“I-I think so?” you answered hesitantly, the blinding haze fading slowly from your eyes.
You weren’t entirely sure what just happened, it was brand new, but damn if you didn’t want to experience it again.
“Fucking hell…that’s hot.”
Wasting no time, Seonghwa glided his cock back into your cunt, hips resuming the same harsh pace as before. His hand wandered over your shirt and kneaded at your breast. His gaze met yours and you kissed him, lips moving lithely with sensual embrace.
If this is what being in love felt like, you never wanted it to end.
A series of groans and hoarse murmurs fell from Seonghwa’s lips into your mouth, vibrating through to your cunt as his hips tensed. He was close.
“Goddamn…baby, you’re gonna make me cum again.”
He held you possessively, shooting his load inside you for a second time, stuffing you full of his seed.
A beat of silence lingered between you until you both started laughing giddily, still breathless.
“What a pre-breakfast workout.” Seonghwa’s cock gingerly slipped out from your folds, letting his cum ooze out. A stream cascaded down your ass and onto the floor.
He looked insanely sexy and proud at that moment.
“Can I actually make us breakfast now?”
Seonghwa turned his head to the array of food and cookware beside you, and locked onto the open bag of chocolate chips by your thigh.
He picked two of them out and scooped them along the viscous fluids resting on your pussy then held them up to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice, just opened your lips and slurped the candy and cum from his fingers.
You had them for less than a second before Seonghwa kissed you, swirling his tongue to taste the rich tangy flavor. The kiss lingered even after it had all dissolved in your mouth. Your tongues rolled as your lips massaged together, moaning lovingly.
Nothing but you and him.
“I think my batter is better, but if you must.” He snorted cockily.
Chuckling, you rolled your eyes playfully, admiring his features. In your head, you plotted on ravaging him again after you got some energy from the scrumptious food you were making…
pairing : fashion stylist!seonghwa x model fem reader
warnings : a cupcake of pure fluff, seonghwa is devoted in a not-so-subtle way, idolisation, infantilisation, nicknames, seonghwa is obsessed, lowk more wholesome than kinky. also this isn't proofread, i skimmed through it as i have a meeting in a bit...
word count : 1.8k
author's note : first post was shit. i can't write smut at all. i'll try again in future.. pls ignore how the theme in this post is just reheated nachos.
the scent of hairspray, expensive colognes, and fresh lavender filled the quiet dressing room. seonghwa stood right in your space, his slender, elegant fingers gently adjusting the collar of your outfit, making sure the fabric sat perfectly against your skin.
zero distance existed between you. he had spent the last hour meticulously styling your look for the upcoming event, his touch so light and reverent it felt less like a job and more like an act of worship.
unlike the chaotic world outside the dressing room, there was absolutely no malice, no hidden agenda, and no power play in the way seonghwa handled you. he looked at you through his dark, soft eyes as if you were made of the finest, most fragile porcelain like you were someone to be shielded, protected, and deeply cared for.
"don't move, precious," seonghwa murmured, his voice a velvety, comforting whisper that immediately made your chest tighten with affection. he leaned down, his face inches from yours as he carefully adjusted a delicate silver chain around your neck, checking how it caught the light. "i know exactly how this piece moves when you walk. i made sure it won't scratch or be uncomfortable for you."
it was true. as your stylist, seonghwa knew your body, your posture, and your hidden insecurities better than you knew them yourself. every single outfit he put together for you was a physical manifestation of his love, styled so flawlessly to your exact dimensions that it felt like a second skin.
as he leaned in even closer to fix a stray strand of your hair, his warm breath brushed against your collarbone. subconsciously, your hands moved on their own. you reached out, your fingers curling tightly into the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling yourself closer to his chest. you didn't want to back away. actually, you wanted to melt right into his gentle frame, your innate clinginess taking over the moment he showed you comfort.
seonghwa paused, his large, beautiful hands resting gently against your waist to steady you. he didn't push you away or mocked you. instead, a soft, incredibly tender smile graced his lips, his eyes crinkling with pure, unadulterated admiration.
"so clingy today," he whispered softly, his thumb tracing a comforting circle against your hip through your clothing. he leaned his forehead gently against yours, entirely wrapped up in your warmth. "you don't have to hold on so tight, my love. i’ll always be right here to take care of you."
seonghwa didn't make you let go. he wrapped one arm securely around your waist, holding you flush against his chest while using his free hand to reach for his styling brush.
he moved around the dressing room with absolute grace, easily navigating the space while you remained completely attached to his shirt. other models had teams of rushing staff, but you had refused everyone else. you only ever wanted him. you trusted his hands, his vision, and his quiet warmth over anyone else in the industry. And seonghwa took immense pride in that.
"let's finish up your hair, hm?" he murmured, his deep, soothing voice vibrating against your forehead as he gently began to brush out your locks.
his movements were incredibly fluid and tender. he knew exactly how sensitive your scalp was, running the brush with a feather-light touch that made you want to purr. he didn't even need to look in the mirror to know how to frame your face perfectly. he knew every angle, every curve, and exactly how to highlight your natural beauty better than you could yourself.
once your hair was flawlessly set, he set the brush down and picked up a small velvet box from the vanity.
"i have something for you," seonghwa whispered, his eyes melting with pure admiration.
he took your hand, his long, elegant fingers sliding into yours. He slid a delicate, custom silver ring onto your finger. at the center of the band was a beautifully carved star, catching the studio lights perfectly.
"a star?" you breathed, looking up at him.
seonghwa’s eyes crinkled into a soft, breathtaking smile. He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss right against the silver star on your finger.
"because i want to be your star, precious," he murmured, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "the one who guides you, protects you, and keeps you safe. now, you carry a little piece of me out there."
you melted completely, burying your face into his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. seonghwa just held you tight, perfectly content to let you be as clingy as you needed to be. he found it so adorable.
honestly, looking at you being so dependent on him made him snap a little. he couldn't help himself.
seonghwa’s soft hum vibrated against your chest as you clung to him. he loved how completely dependent you were on him in these moments. to him, you were his precious, fragile little thing that needed to be shielded from the world entirely.
"look at my good girl," seonghwa cooed softly, his voice dropping into a sweet, coddling tone that made you feel incredibly small and entirely safe. he used his large, gentle hands to cup your face, tilting your head up. "so perfect. so beautifully behaved for me."
he gazed down at you with pure idolisation. in his eyes, you were an absolute masterpiece, a flawless creature that he had the supreme privilege of decorating and protecting. he swiped a thumb gently across your cheek, treating your skin like rare silk.
"you don't need to worry about a single thing out there," he whispered, his eyes scanning your face with absolute devotion. "my perfect little angel doesn't have to think. i've already taken care of everything for you. your hair, your outfit.. i made sure it’s all safe and perfect for how delicate you are,"
he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, right at your hairline, treating you like a treasured doll. you melted completely into the infantilising warmth, letting him absorb all your agency because you trusted him implicitly.
"you belong right here in my hands," seonghwa murmured against your skin, his arms wrapping tightly around your smaller frame, completely enveloping you. "no one else knows how to take care of you like i do. no one else deserves to."
seonghwa then gently guided you back toward the plush vanity chair, refusing to break physical contact even for a second. you sank into the cushion, your fingers reluctantly untangling from his vest.
he noticed your immediate pout and let out a soft, adoring coo. he reached for his makeup brushes, leaning over you so his face was only inches from yours. while other stylists handled the rest of the models, seonghwa had banned everyone else from touching your skin.
"don't look so sad, precious," seonghwa murmured, his voice a velvety whisper as he began sweeping a soft, rosy blush across the apples of your cheeks. "you know i always prefer doing your makeup myself. no one else understands how to treat your face with the care it deserves."
he was giving you a gorgeous, soft look. he used a damp beauty sponge to press a sheer, radiant foundation into your skin, creating a delicate, glass-like base. with absolute precision, he swept a shimmering, ethereal highlight across your nose and inner corners, making your eyes look wide, innocent, and perpetually tearful. He finished by patting a blurry, gradient pink tint onto the center of your lips, giving you a soft, doll-like pout that perfectly matched your fragile aura.
"look at you," seonghwa whispered, gazing at his work with pure, breathless idolisation. to him, you were a sacred masterpiece. "so incredibly beautiful. you look just like a little angel."
he set his brushes down and knelt on the floor right between your knees. the sudden shift in height made you look down at him, but his devotion only made you feel more small and protected.
he reached out, his large, warm hands gently grasping your ankle. he lifted your foot with immense reverence, slipping a pair of custom, soft-soled designer heels onto your feet one by one. he took his time fastening the delicate ankle straps, his thumbs lightly massaging your skin to ensure they wouldn't pinch or hurt you.
"there," seonghwa cooed, looking up at you from his knees. he rested his hands flat on your thighs, anchoring you. "i customized these just for your little feet. you won't trip, and you won't get hurt. my perfect girl is completely safe because i took care of everything."
seonghwa slowly stood up from the floor, his tall frame looming over your seated one like a protective shield. he didn't step back. instead, he leaned down, his large, warm hands gently sliding up from your thighs to cup your face, his long fingers framing your jaw with absolute reverence.
he stared down at you, his dark eyes brimming with pure, breathless infatuation. his gaze dropped to your freshly painted lips, admiring the soft gradient tint he had just meticulously blended for you.
"my perfect angel," seonghwa whispered, his velvety voice thick with adoration and a lace of obsession.
he leaned in the final fraction of an inch, his lips meeting yours in a soft, incredibly tender kiss. it wasn't rushed or demanding. it was slow and completely consuming, tasting faintly of the sweet berry lip tint he had used. he kissed you with a gentle warmth that made your head spin, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks to keep you anchored to him. it all just reminded you that you were his, and he would always be there to protect you from the harsh world.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a brief second. a soft, adoring smile graced his lips as he looked at your dazed, flush expression.
your arms instantly locked around his neck, your fingers tangling into the soft hairs at the base of his head. you buried your face into the warm crook of his neck, letting out a soft, contented sigh. the heavy scent of his expensive cologne enveloped you completely, shutting out the rest of the world.
seonghwa’s large hands wrapped securely around your back, pulling you so tight against his frame that there wasn't a single inch of space left between you. he rested his chin on top of your head, a deep, incredibly satisfied hum vibrating through his chest and directly into your body. he rocked you gently from side to side in the quiet dressing room, completely content to stay trapped in your clingy hold for as long as you wanted.
"i love you so much, precious." seonghwa murmured into your hair, his voice dropping into that sweet, comforting coo that always made you feel so safe. "you belong here with me."
author's note : hello again.. this fic is all over the place and it's horribly written.. i wanted to get it done before i have work.. i hope it makes sense and i hope it was fun to read !! i'll work on making my fics better 🤍
i also cannot stop thinking about the man thats making everyone gay
bf!san x f!reader
content: morning intimacy, clingy!san, munch!san, san loves talking to his girl(not you 1% of the time), oral, fingering, strong armsmsm...
wc: 1.5k
thinking about san...
you hated to be one of those girls, but your boyfriend was heaven.
he feels like his bones were made to accommodate the slope of your hands along his neck and along his mountainous shoulders. you liked stirring swirls with the tips of your acrylics into his messy black hair in the morning.
the sun streams through the half-broken blinds of your apartment, blanketing san in a patterned ray of light. his gentle eyes closed sleepily, practically purring at the feel of your hands and your body warmth beneath him. you lie with your back against the headrest, pillows stuffed beneath your lower back, whilst san lounges comfortably with his head in your lap.
his big, soft hands hold your thighs together like a pillow he fears will iceberg beneath his ear. the comforter is thrown haphazardly over your bed, the fitted sheet lifting off the corners of the mattress. proof of a… busy night.
every time you all but shift beneath him, he grumbles and holds your thighs together. “move again, and i’ll lock your legs together.”
tempting, but you did not need to rile him up this early in the morning. san was much like a cat. cute, fickle. particular.
you wont sit still? he'll do something to help you to relax.
the fingers on your thighs splay wider as if to grab more of your flesh, and he turns his head and begins dusting the tops of your thighs with kisses.
“my sweet, pretty girl.” san murmurs against your skin, a teasing, pouty tone to it. this is how it starts. with buttering you up.
he moves the blanket so his broad shoulders are exposed to the gold morning light, the grey tanktop doing little to hide the proof of his hard work. he can almost feel the way your eyes laser in on his back, and he can't help but smile as his wandering hands move to slip your panties down your legs smoothly. his warm kisses never cease, sensual and promising.
your hands slip away from his hair in surprise, and he nearly throws a fit as he grumbles and grabs your wrists and brings them back to the top of his head. his hands are back on your body in no time, holding both sides of your waist as you might melt through his fingers and massaging your hips with that perfect amount of pressure.
the feeling evokes a content sight out of you, and you find your upper body stretching subconsciously.
“there we go, big stretch, babydoll. good morning to you too,” san teases you with that stomach-flipping grin, and you narrow your eyes to tease him back. he, however, drags his worked, big hands down your waist, along the curve of your hips, back down to your thighs, where he wastes no time in spreading your legs in a way that can only be described as greedily.
“i wanna say good morning to her too…” he growls very quietly under his breath, hastily pushing your thighs back and up against your stomach. “she's always so happy to see me.”
the evidence of “her excitement” is clear: strings of arousal that cling to your lips, spread nice and pretty from the way san holds your legs open. his hands travel along your outer thighs, up your sides, all the while his head lowers between your thighs, eager.
“you were excited first,” you attempt to retort, to resume some semblance of control. you knew you had none; you were so weak for him. and when his heated tongue lay flat against your cunt, and his thumbs pressed into your lower stomach, you had only been proven right.
he squeezed your body like a stress toy, the muscles in his back twitching with every register of your taste. he moaned, so prettily. his mouth moved slowly and deliberately. leisurely, open-mouth kisses. deep, wide licks and hungry swallows. anyone he could tell he was doing it 100% for you would know he was lying if they saw and heard the way san was making out with your pussy.
your head falls back against the headboard, the bones in your legs liquefying as your boyfriend eats breakfast.
“hello, beautiful,” he purrs into a suckling kiss against your clit, and you feel an overwhelming mix of emotions come over you. you grip his hair harder, and he bites his bottom lip with a grin and a laugh as he spits between your pussy lips.
shame, embarrassment, arousal that burned too bright, it ached low in your stomach. you hated it when he talked to your cunt. but the way your stomach tightened in response spoke volumes every time.
when he starts kneading your lower stomach, deep and slow like he was working knots out of you, and gently kitten licking right under your clit, you pull his hair so hard he hisses in pain.
“aww, baby, you’re making this so hard for me.” san pouts and one of his hands lightly smacks your stomach. “i'm tryna keep you clean, but you won't stop dripping all over the sheets, always so messy!”
you sniffle and moan, one of his hands falling away from your waist and slithering between your legs, gathering the stickiness he's pulled out of you all over his middle fingers.
your body twitches at the new touch, and san moans long and low around your clit as he slides his fingers knuckle deep inside you, quick to scrape against that spot, and stars were bursting at the back of your skull.
“d-oh fuck… s-san, mmm…” your words dissolved into mindless, blissful pleasure. a horny smile spreads across your lips as san pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt.
“my gorgeous, sloppy girl.” san slurs against your pussy, his eyebrows furrowing as he eats you like he was imagining it was your lips. his eyes close and his hand squeezes tighter, his thumb presses deeper. his fingers curl harder inside of you, his tongue turns merciless against your clit, and his moans drag feelings out of you that should be illegal.
for some reason, you just could not take it this morning; it all felt so intense for some unknown reason. your hips bucked against his mouth, his fingers repeatedly caught on the ridge inside of you, and your legs began to shake.
san pouts and clicks his tongue out of pity, moving his fingers in deep, wavelike strokes that made your throat feel like somebody was trying to pull it out of you through your stomach. “aww, babydoll, you’re shuddering. it feels so wrong when you cum without me kissing you.”
this is true. he loves to drink your noises when you cum, feel the warmth of your teeth as you shatter on his dick, fingers, abs… etc. he would normally abandon the meal and just finger you until you snap, but, god. he couldn't stay away from your pussy.
warm and sweet and wet. your plush thighs hugging his ears like muffs. your nails against his scalp like a reminder of how he makes you feel. he frowns, like some innocent, wronged cat whose tail you’ve stepped on. but the way his fingers curl and the way he kisses your clit tell different stories.
the hand still holding your waist, and effortlessly your body against the bed, lands another slap against your stomach, and your limbs jerk.
“c’mon, let go, sweet girl. cum. it'll feel so good if you do, and it’ll make me sooo happy,” and he really couldn’t help himself at this point. his lips suction to your clit one last time, pulling away with a wet pop, wasting no time and lifting himself and swallowing your parted lips in a heavy kiss.
his fingers fucked you faster, his thumb moving up to circle your slick clit in place of his unfair mouth. he nibbles your bottom lip with a grin and kisses you so deep with a desire to take you can’t find your breath.
“don't you wanna make me happy, babydoll?” he practically begs into your mouth, and everything inside of you screams to make your heaven of a boyfriend happy. you cum so hard you would’ve thought he was fucking you.
then again, that's how it is with san every single time, and you still haven't gotten tired of it. he just knows what to do, so assertive, so caring, such a man.
coming down from your high, your grip onto his tanktop and bury your face into his neck, huffing and puffing, whining softly as his fingers slowly circle inside of you, working it out as he whispers praises in your ear.
you breathe in the smell of his cologne from the day before, and it makes your stomach tingle. vanilla, whiskey, patchouli, something so intoxicating it's hypnotic. the sun paints his tanned skin a radiant gold, and suddenly you get overwhelmed with the urge to bite him.
you do. he complains with a return bite to your shoulder, and you moan in response. he pauses and licks the bite and smiles, squeezing your waist with anticipation.
you’ve riled him up again.
btw the fragrance im refrencing is nightclubbing by celine. he mentioned he wore it in an interview one time and im a huge fragrance nerd and the notes are so sexy
ᢉ𐭩 texting ateez members “he’s gone you can come over now” .
☕️ ot8 x 𝑓 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . ̫ . smau ❤︎ ⓘ 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅 , 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , non idol au
iza ❤︎ editing this at 2am after the busiest day in the world so don’t say i don’t love u. i’m tired asf and this is lowk bad so sorry. idk hi iza in the morning i had to edit this like three times bc i missed like 3 screenshots. idk how i did that
Summary
"I am looking at you," he choked out, a ragged exhale brushing over your lips, tasting faintly of winter and desperation. "That’s the goddamn problem. It’s all I ever do."
The confession hung in the air, thick and uncertain, like a match held over a trail of gasoline. His eyes dropped down to your mouth, tracking the slight parting of your lips with a raw hunger that made your knees turn to liquid.
"Seonghwa," you whispered his name, a soft, deliberate plea that shattered the last of his iron restraint. You didn't wait for him to cross the line.
You dragged him over it.
A/N
At last, I finally mustered the energy to finish this one lmao. I've never written anything this long, so I hope I didn't bore you too much in the first 9k words xd
service top!park seonghwa, whiny!park seonghwa, dom/sub undertones, seonghwa is whipped for the reader, yearning, angst?, forced proximity, minor woosan, possessive!park seonghwa
The tires of the SUV had been spinning uselessly in the deep snow for about twenty minutes before the engine let out one final, desperate, and exhausted grunt—completely dying and leaving you, your manager, your brooding bodyguard, and your driver stranded at the edge of a long forgotten logging road.
This entire trip had been your childhood friend-turned-manager's brilliant idea; a remote cabin rented specifically for your upcoming movie shoot under the insistence that isolating you a whole week early would perfectly immerse you in the script’s atmospheric mindset.
At the time, Wooyoung had treated it like the greatest breakthrough of his career.
Knowing Wooyoung, it clearly wasn’t.
So when the car had come to a halt, a mixture of sighs and groans filling the tense air, it had become glaringly obvious that your dear manager had forgotten to check the weather forecast for today.
A low groan in your throat had turned Wooyoung around from where he was sitting in the passenger seat, giving you a weak, apologetic smile while insisting that you should look on the bright side of this predicament. The bright side—or the silver lining, as he had called it—being that the cabin was only a mere 15-minute walk from where they had stopped.
Wooyoung had even insisted that trudging through the blinding, wet terrain would put you right into the headspace of your character. The first five minutes he had stood by that statement, rambling on about how he had given you an advantage in the bad luck you were having.
He went quiet the second you had to practically fight through the freezing wind during the remaining ten minutes, and you couldn’t help but internally curse at your friend. ‘Silver lining my ass,’ you thought.
Turns out, stepping inside the cabin hadn’t been of much help either.
The air was painfully cold and brittle, a bit better than the winds outside, but the lack of heat was still there. Every breath filled your lungs like shattered glass, harsh and unpleasant, and by the looks of the other three, they felt the same.
You pulled your arms tight against your chest, shivering violently as you watched your breath flower into a thick white mist, mixing with the other men’s as Wooyoung stepped forward, grabbing a small clipboard containing a note that sat idly on top of a dusty wooden table.
Wooyoung sighed as he read the note. ”Great." He rolled his eyes in annoyance, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "The main generator is completely shot."
The heavy wooden table groaned slightly as he tossed the clipboard back onto the dusty surface. "We're stuck here until the blizzard clears. At least until tomorrow morning," he continued, the raw exhaustion of the storm openly bleeding through his voice as he looked away from the three of you, like he was embarrassed for being the cause of this.
The room fell silent except for the faint sounds of the storm shaking the structure of the cabin, turning even louder, almost like it was provoking the four of you—waiting for either of you to break.
But San, your driver, stepped up directly besides Wooyoung, knuckles lightly brushing against the shorter man's tense shoulder in a subtle, practiced movement like it was meant to ground him.
"We have dry wood for the fireplace, and the roof is solid," San said softly, his voice cutting through the chill as he offered Wooyoung a small, comforting smile, making his eyes crinkle and those familiar dimples appear on his cheeks. "We'll be fine, Woo."
A silent look passed between the two men, a quiet, almost intimate understanding that didn’t require spoken words. It made a genuine smile tug at your frozen lips, like a necessary pocket of warmth contrasting the freezing chaos of the cabin as it wrapped around a familiar ache spreading across your chest.
It was a warmth you so desperately craved but was so far out of reach. A heavy stab of shame suddenly tightened your chest, recollecting the nights you had spent with Wooyoung without the limitations of him being your manager. How achingly much he had needed that comfort too. It cut you deep to remember how hard you had worked him over the last few years, inadvertently denying him the very tenderness he needed and deserved.
So when San had been hired as your driver, it hadn’t been difficult to notice the lingering stares or the unnecessary, yet careful and deliberate, touches exchanged between them. You had seen the way Wooyoung’s posture, rigid from the sheer exhaustion after a grueling day of press junkets and relentless award shows, entirely dissolve the moment San stepped within arm’s reach.
Back during your first major career breakthrough, when the paparazzi were at their absolute worst and the media felt suffocating, watching them had filled you with an almost bittersweet fondness. Though they never spoke about the relationship they so desperately tried to hide, their quiet bond had always managed to keep you grounded. A silent anchor that allowed you to dare dream of one day sharing that same fierce, protective closeness with someone of your own.
But—like every fragile comfort on this trip—the brief moment of warmth and hope quickly evaporated the second a heavy, familiar shadow fell over your shoulders.
Seonghwa stepped fully into the main room, marching towards the heavy wooden door protecting you from the outside winds to lock it with a deliberate click of the deadbolt. He finally turned around on his heels, facing the three of you huddled together from the cold. He pulled off his thick tactical gloves, the dark leather creaking loudly in the quiet hum of the cabin as his dark, unyielding eyes immediately locked onto yours.
Not Wooyoung.
Not San.
His entire universe instantly narrowed down the second his gaze found yours, routinely scanning your face for any signs of distress, measuring the distance between your body and the door with his usual terrifying calculated precision. You couldn’t help but freeze under the intense gaze, instantly trapped by the same suffocating tension that has stretched between you for two long years. A heavy, unspoken weight that always made the air feel a bit too thick to swallow, seeping through the cold air.
You weren’t unfamiliar with that look. Seonghwa had always looked at you like that. Like he wanted to scold you for being too careless. Like he wanted to lock you away where the rest of the world wouldn’t dare to touch you, to hurt you—where the sheer, suffocating intensity of his gaze never stopped the terrifying, irrational thought that all he saw, and all he ever cared to see, was you.
“The perimeter is secure,” Seonghwa murmured, his voice a low, firm tone that vibrated right through the old floorboards before settling deep in your chest. “But the temperature is dropping. Fast”
A choked breath escaped you when he finally diverted his gaze from yours. “Maybe someone so careless shouldn’t have been in charge of our stay,” Seonghwa continued, his cold and expressionless facade never faltering—save for the silent daggers he threw at Wooyoung through his eyes.
Wooyoung scoffed, glaring right back. “There is a fireplace, Mr. I-Love-Complaining," Wooyoung snapped, gesturing aggressively toward the large fireplace across the room. "We just have to keep warm,” he sighed. “And I don't think the owners can get here anyway, given the state of things out there."
Outside, the snow was beating furiously against the structure, the faint, haunting howls of the wind echoing down the chimney.
“Fuck, it’s cold," you shivered through chattering teeth, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself, shoulders hunching instinctively as another violent shudder rattled your frame.
San frowned with immediate, protective concern. "Here," he said softly, his hand already moving to the zipper of his own heavy winter jacket. "Take mine. I have a thick thermal underneath anyway, I'll be fine—"
"No."
The word cut through the room like a blade hitting ice. Sharp. Flat.
Seonghwa stepped forward before San could even pull his arms out of his sleeves, his taller frame effectively blocking the dim, flickering light of the lantern on top of the table. It cast a long, intimidating shadow right over your body as he physically inserted himself into the space between you and San, a dominant, territorial movement that instantly made the air in the room turn stagnant and suffocatingly heavy. Your breath hitched.
“She wears mine,” Seonghwa asserted, his fingers already unbuttoning his coat with efficient, practiced movements.
Your brows knitted together in a slight furrow, a sharp flash of irritation shooting through your spine. “I think San’s jacket will work just fine, too.”
Seonghwa clenched his jaw. “Just do as I say.”
“San has been my driver longer than you’ve been my bodyguard, Seonghwa,” you scoffed. “I don’t need your permission to take his jacket—”
“It isn’t about permission,” he snapped before stepping closer. The radiating heat of his body hit your face like a physical wall in the freezing room, holding out his massive, dark coat while his eyes kept locked onto yours with an uncomfortable and exposing intensity. “It’s about safety. Protocol.”
"Protocol?" You let out a sharp, mocking breath, chest heaving under your layers. "He’s my friend. You're being ridiculous. You've been doing this for two years—treating every single person who breathes near me like an enemy aching to strike. It's exhausting."
Seonghwa didn’t blink. His jaw tightened, clenching as he stared down at you, gaze pinning you to the floorboards. He lowered his head slightly, his voice dropping into a fierce, private murmur meant strictly for your ears.
"Sometimes the people closest to you can hurt you the most. And my job is to eliminate all risks.” He shoved the coat against your chest. “Wear the coat."
There was a lingering weight behind his words. Like an unspoken history or a deep-seated paranoia that you couldn’t quite decipher, leaving a ringing silence in its wake where a now uncomfortable, awkward friction settled over the room.
You could see Wooyoung shift his weight from one foot to the other through the corner of your eyes, his own eyes darting between you and your bodyguard with a mixture of confusion and growing annoyance. San stood quietly beside him, slowly zipping his own jacket back up in defeat, his expression carefully guarded.
You knew this was a losing battle—it always was—and even though you loathed how much your body was craving warmth ever since the car had decided to give up, you aggressively snatched the coat from his hands. But from the aggressiveness of it, your fingers accidentally brushed against Seonghwa’s bare wrist where his dress shirt had ridden up from taking off his coat. The sudden warmth sent an electric jolt straight up your arm, breath hitching in your throat as the two of you stilled.
Not wanting to address the funny feeling pooling low in your stomach, you threw the heavy material over your shoulders, instantly engulfing you. It smelled entirely, intoxicatingly of him. A heavy blend of the raging storm outside—crisp pine and a grounding musk mixed with a hint of vanilla and coffee—making your head spin with every shuddering inhale.
Wooyoung cleared his throat loudly, the sound forced and awkward. "Right." His eyes lingered on the two of you before continuing, "We need a concrete plan to stay warm. The temperature is going to keep dropping, and I'd prefer we don't freeze to death before the first day of shooting."
“There should be spare blankets,” Seonghwa replied, his voice returning to that same detached, professional cadence as he turned towards Wooyoung.
Yet, his head remained subtly angled in your direction, his eyes never truly releasing you. "It is an Airbnb in the middle of winter, after all. The owners wouldn't leave a property completely unequipped for a freeze."
The manager sighed. "Great. I'll check the upstairs closets with San." He ran a hand through his hair before gesturing for the driver to follow him toward the creaking wooden staircase. "Let's pray there's something better than dusty sheets up there. Come on, Sannie.”
Wooyoung’s gaze lingered softly on you for a moment before his lips smoothed into a straight line, offering you a comforting nod. It was the same unspoken gesture he always gave you in the midst of chaos. A silent promise to let you know he was only ever a heartbeat away.
As their heavy footsteps faded up the stairs, the sound of their quiet murmuring was swallowed by the cabin and the storm raging outside, leaving the main room in a tense, ringing silence.
You stayed glued to your spot by the fireplace, fingers buried deep in the oversized pockets of Seonghwa's coat. A soft hum escaped your lips as you pulled the high, stiff collar tighter around your neck—partially to block out the biting draft, but mostly to hide the deep shade of red that had so suddenly flushed your cheeks.
Seonghwa stood perfectly still across the room, eyes lingering momentarily on you before going back to whatever it was he was doing. It didn’t keep his focus for long, though. His attention kept flicking back to you, his gaze tracing the subtle yet rapid rise and fall of your chest through the dim, amber glow of the lantern. A lump formed deep in your throat, warmth spreading across every part of your body the coat surrounded.
His expression was one you had seen a thousand times over the last two years. A dark, unreadable mask that you had never quite been able to figure out. It was a look that usually kept you on your toes. It made you defensive. Guarded. And a bit annoyed, if you were completely honest.
But tonight, with the evidence of the day's regrettable events lingering in the air like a thick fog, that familiar weight felt tenfold more intense. Like there was a dangerous, volatile sharpness to the way he was watching you.
You felt your breath hitch, noises of the storm slowly fading out as the thud of your hammering heart was the only thing you could hear the second his eyes slowly dropped to your lips. Something in his eyes shifted, his tongue darting out to lick the seam of his bottom lip before his gaze locked back onto your own.
He held an expression thick with words left unsaid, so heavy and demanding it knocked the air straight out of your lungs. You felt exposed. Naked. Like he could see right through you.
You tried to brush it off, unconvincingly claiming it to be a mere security assessment and definitely not what felt like an interrogation. But you couldn't help the heart beating violently against your ribs, desperately trying to understand why...
Why a man who claimed to just be doing his job was looking at you like you were the only thing left in the world. Like a cherished treasure.
The thudding footsteps of Wooyoung and San returning from upstairs broke the suffocating silence, each carrying a meager stack of stiff, faded wool blankets. A slow, heavy exhale left your lips at the sight of your friend, your previous rigid and clenched posture melting away.
“This is the best we could find,” Wooyoung grumbled, dropping a couple of the rough blankets onto the sofa placed in front of the unlit fireplace. He frowned, like he had expected you to at least prepare a fire while the two of them were upstairs.
A rattle caught his attention, the frown melting into a sigh as he headed straight for the far corner of the room, where a draft was visibly rattling the frosted windowpane. “The glass is a bit loose here. We should block the gap before starting the fire.”
San was already moving with him, pulling a roll of heavy-duty duct tape from his backpack. Ignoring the confusion as to why he kept a roll of duct tape in his backpack, you took it as your cue to move, desperate to shake off the paralyzing awareness of Seonghwa's eyes.
“I'll prepare the fire, then. Until you're done,” you offered, your voice sounding slightly tighter than usual as you stepped towards a small pile of split logs near the fireplace.
You bent down, but before your fingers could even wrap around the rough bark, a large, dark shadow eclipsed you.
Seonghwa was already there, sweeping in so silently it caught the breath deep in your throat. His large hand clamped onto the piece of wood you were reaching for, knuckles brushing firmly against yours.
A familiar heat coiled in your abdomen before you pulled your hand back from the accidental scrape of his skin against yours, as if you had been burned, your pulse spiking.
“I got it,” Seonghwa murmured. Tone flat and professional, contrasting the flare of his eyes from the sharp intensity as he looked down at you. He used his body to subtly nudge you away from the hearth. “The wood is splintered. You'll cut your hands. Stand back.”
You huffed at that. “I am perfectly capable of carrying a log,” you snapped under your breath, a prickly wave of irritation rising to mask the sudden, erratic fluttering in your chest.
You stepped around him, determined to prove a point, and reached for a smaller piece of kindling. Again, he moved. His chest subtly blocking your path, his shoulder passing so close to yours that the fabric of his shirt brushed against your clothed arm.
He reached past you, his larger arm completely separating you from the woodpile. “You'll get hurt. I'll handle it. Your job is to stay warm.”
You let out a sharp, frustrated breath, retreating a few steps. It was infuriating.
For two years it had been like this. Two years of this constant, suffocating hovering. This maddening insistence on treating you like something precious. Something fragile. You told yourself you hated it. You told yourself his overprotectiveness was a nuisance, a textbook display of a stubborn bodyguard taking his contract way too seriously.
But as you stood there, wrapped in the heavy warmth of his coat, a traitorous and confusing ache settled deep in your stomach. You didn't want to admit how much his total, unwavering focus made your heart hum.
You dragged your attention across the room, desperate to find any leverage to anchor yourself from the flutter in your chest as your gaze settled on the two men working on the window. Wooyoung was shivering, his shoulders hunched as he held a piece of cardboard against the draft while San tore off a strip of tape to secure it.
Blissfully unaware of the lingering eyes, San took Wooyoung's reddened hands into his own, lifting them to his lips. He breathed a low, steady stream of warm air over Wooyoung's knuckles, his eyes fixed on the smaller man with an unhurried, profound tenderness.
Wooyoung's entire posture melted. A soft, private smile spread across his face as he leaned his forehead briefly against San's shoulder, puffs of white mist escaping his lips from what you could only assume were giggles.
A bittersweet ache twisted in your chest as you watched them. A sudden, hollow yearning that caught you completely off guard. It was a beautiful, quiet kind of intimacy. A safe harbor where two people simply trusted each other.
You found yourself staring, completely captivated by the effortless softness of it, wondering—just for a fleeting second—what it would feel like to have someone look at you with that kind of raw devotion.
You glanced away, blinking rapidly like it could hide emotions bubbling behind your eyes. You swallowed past a dry throat before you stopped dead in your tracks. Seonghwa.
He hadn't been looking at the woodpile.
He had been watching you.
He had caught the exact moment your chest hitched. Caught the lingering, envious look you cast at the two men by the window, his dark eyes tracking the heavy rise and fall of your chest.
The silence between you stretched, charged with an unsaid understanding. He knew exactly what you were looking at, and the rigid set of his jaw told you he was burning with a dark, unreadable frustration of his own.
Desperate to break the suffocating spell, you turned on your heel, looking for any excuse to escape his vicinity.
“I'll look for a better lantern,” you announced, your voice trembling slightly.
You spotted a tall, heavy wooden shelving unit tucked into the shadows at the back of the cabin. On the very top shelf, three thick, vintage brass lanterns sat coated in dust, alongside a folded tartan blanket.
You strode over to it, ignoring the way Seonghwa's boots immediately shifted on the creaking floorboards behind you.
The shelf was tall, towering over your head, and the old wood let out a brittle, ominous creak as you stepped up on your tiptoes. You stretched your arms up, tongue darting out in concentration as your fingers just barely brushed the cold brass of one of the lanterns.
“Don't,” Seonghwa's voice barked from across the room, sharp and sudden. “It's unstable.”
Your brows furrowed. “I can reach it,” you persisted, fueled by a reckless need to defy him. To prove that you didn't need his protection or that stupid protocol. You leaned more of your weight forward, straining your fingers just an inch further.
You miscalculated.
The moment your hand gripped the heavy brass, the rotten wooden supports of the shelf violently splintered. A sickening crack echoed through the cabin as the massive, heavy unit gave way under the shifting weight, the top shelf tilting forward. The heavy brass lanterns and a cascade of solid wooden beams came hurtling straight down towards your face.
Your breath hitched. You couldn't scream. Couldn't move. All you could do was stare up at the falling mass in pure, paralyzed terror.
A massive force hit you from the side. A solid, unstoppable wall of heat and muscle slammed into your torso as Seonghwa had lunged across the space with terrifying speed.
His large arms instantly wrapped around your waist, crushing you against his chest as he threw his entire body over yours, twisting midair to shield you.
The impact was brutal. You were slammed hard into the wooden floorboards, your breath violently knocked out of your lungs in a sharp gasp. But you couldn't feel the hard wood. Or the pain.
You could only feel him.
Seonghwa took the entire force of the crash, his large frame acting as a human shield against the wooden shelf and brass lanterns coming crashing down, splintering violently against his shoulders and down on the floor around you.
A deafening silence followed the crash, save for the howling wind outside and the frantic shouting of Wooyoung and San scrambling across the room. But you couldn't hear them.
Your mind flooded with thoughts as you were pinned flat against the floor, completely trapped beneath the crushing, heavy weight of Seonghwa's chest.
He didn't let go.
His grip was bruising, his large hands clutching at your waist and burying into the fabric of the coat with a white-knuckled, frantic desperation—like he was still trying to pull you deeper into his safety.
You looked up, your vision spinning, and found his face a mere inch from yours. He was trembling, his chest heaving frantically against yours as he gasped for air, breath hot and ragged against your face. The usual stone-cold facade had shattered into dust, eyes completely blown out with terror.
“Are you hurt?” he choked out, his voice a wrecked, breathless whisper, completely stripped of its usual composure.
“I-I'm fine,” you stammered, voice barely audible.
He let out a shuddering, broken exhale as his forehead dropped down to press briefly against your shoulder, right against the collar of his own coat. His jaw brushed innocently against the sensitive skin of your ear, sending a fierce and almost dizzying shiver straight down your spine.
He was breathing you in like a drowning man, his heart hammering so violently against your chest that you couldn't tell where his pulse ended and yours began.
As you laid there, pinned by his heat, the pieces you had fiercely been ignoring for two long years suddenly began to misalign and click into a terrifying new shape. This wasn't just a bodyguard doing his job. A man doesn't look this broken, this terrified, this utterly undone by a routine safety hazard.
And as your fingers instinctively tightened against the fabric of his shirt, a suffocating realization began to bleed between the lines of your panic.
You didn't hate his hovering. You never did. You've been yearning for this exact, crushing weight, completely starved for the overwhelming intensity of his touch.
For one more antagonizing fraction of a second, Seonghwa remained entirely frozen on top of you before a sudden, sharp clarity seemed to hit—as if he had just realized exactly how much he let slip. How entirely unhinged his panic must have looked to the room.
Almost instantly, the vulnerability vanished, masked by a sudden, terrifying flash of fury.
He pulled away like your skin had burned him, his jaw locked into a rigid, defensive line as he pushed himself up off the floor. The usual facade slammed back down, twisted into something far harsher, an unreasonable biting anger meant to bury what he had just exposed.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice dropping into a harsh, venomous hiss as he glared down at you from his full height. “I told you it was unstable. Are you completely incapable of following a simple order? Your recklessness could have gotten you crushed!”
You blinked up at him from the floor, completely stunned by the whiplash of his sudden fury, your heart still hammering against your ribs. “I‐I was just trying to get the lanterns—”
“I don't care what you were trying to do,” he cut you off. His tone was icy. Unreasonable. Defensive. “You don't touch anything in a structurally compromised environment. You stay where I can see you, and you let me do my job. Is that concept too difficult for you to grasp?”
“Hey! Back off, dude!” Wooyoung's voice broke through as he kicked a splintered wood aside, stepping forcefully between you and Seonghwa to help you get on your feet, his eyes wide with defensive anger. “Chill the fuck out. She just wanted to help.”
San stepped up right behind Wooyoung, his hand resting firmly on your manager's arm to keep him from escalating. His eyes remained fixed on Seonghwa with a quiet, observant intensity. “She's fine, Seonghwa. We're all fine. The shelf was old, it was just an accident.”
Seonghwa's eyes stayed rigidly fixed on the floorboards next to you, his expression cold and unreadable. Yet, despite the familiar wall he was trying so hard to build back up, there was something so glaringly obvious unraveling the man.
The subtle, uncontrollable tremor in his fingers. The rigid, unnatural stiffness of his shoulders. The way he refused to look you in the eye—it all betrayed him. The mask was cracked, and no matter how much he barked about safety or protocol, you could see the desperate, chaotic energy humming right underneath his skin.
Without another word, Seonghwa turned on his heel and marched towards the dark kitchen, his heavy boots echoing like a rhythmic countdown in the quiet room.
— ☆
As the storm raged on outside, the cabin shifted back into its usual silent awkwardness. The hours bled together in a slow, suffocating crawl, with each of you retreating to your own corners to do your respective tasks. San had managed to scavenge a pair of small, battery-driven lanterns from one of the upstairs closets, placing them on the mantle and surfaces scattered across the main room.
The space was much better lit now, casting a steady, white glow over the room that felt almost too exposing, illuminating every tense line of the cabin.
Wooyoung and San had quietly finished securing the draft window, their whispered conversations acting as a low hum against the howling wind. You remained curled on the sofa, still engulfed in the dizzying smell of Seonghwa's coat.
You tried to read the script pages in your lap, but the words blurred into meaningless shapes. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt the crushing weight of Seonghwa's chest against yours. The desperate pressure of his fingers through your clothes and the terrifying, furious wall he had rebuilt the second he realized his control had unwillingly slipped.
Across the room, Seonghwa stood like a statue near the kitchen threshold, his arms crossed, silently tracking the perimeter—tracking you—leaving a trail of heavy silence hanging between you that grew more suffocating with every passing hour.
Before the midnight silence completely took over, there was a brief, fragile pocket of normalcy.
The old kitchen stove was a traditional gas model, requiring no electricity to function. And Wooyoung—desperate to soothe his frayed nerves after the shelf incident—managed to heat up a pot of milk, turning it into a rich, steaming hot chocolate that the three of you drank while huddled on the couch and on the floorboards directly in front of the fireplace.
With the heavy storm howling outside, you finally had a moment to truly take in the layout of the cabin without the immediate panic of the crash clouding your mind. The space was fairly big, built from heavy, exposed pine logs that had blackened with age. A steep, creaking wooden staircase cut straight up the center of the main room, leading up to a narrow loft landing where two small bedrooms sat side by side.
Across the room, entirely excluded from your small circle of warmth, Seonghwa sat in a rigid wooden chair near the dark kitchen entryway, next to the stairs. He hadn't touched the mug. He hadn't moved an inch to rest. His large frame completely still as he did his duty.
Wooyoung set his empty mug down, yawning heavily as he glanced from you to the dark figure in the corner.
"San and I will take the two bedrooms on the top floor," Wooyoung said, his voice dripping with a lazy, sarcastic edge as he deliberately poked fun at your bodyguard’s rigid posture. "That way, our resident shadow can stay down here and be in perfect reach if a rogue snowflake tries to attack the front door. You should probably head up to bed soon, too."
You snorted at the comment and offered a tired, faint smile, swirling the last of the dark liquid in your mug. "I need some time to collect my thoughts. Besides, it would be incredibly rude of me not to finish your delicious hot chocolate."
Wooyoung huffed a laugh, fond but exhausted, before standing up. He and San made their way up the creaking stairs, their shadows stretching long against the timber walls under the stark white glow of the battery-driven lanterns. You stayed glued on the couch, listening to the heavy wood groan under their weight.
There were two separate bedrooms up there. Yet, in the quiet structure of the house, you only heard a single wooden door click open, followed by the faint, muffled sound of quiet giggles before the latch snapped shut.
A genuine, soft smile tugged at your lips. It was so painfully obvious. A sweet secret that made your chest ache with a sudden, hollow envy.
"They are incredibly obvious," a low, gravelly baritone cut through the silence, making you jump. "It almost makes me sick."
You turned your head sharply. Seonghwa had stepped out of the shadows and was crossing the small hallway leading to the two rooms, hovering just a few feet next to the fireplace in front of you.
There was a rare, faint chuckle catching in the back of his throat—a rough, unpracticed sound that completely caught you off guard. He was actually making fun of them, a tiny, human glimpse of amusement cracking through his armor.
The sudden vulnerability frustrated you, the lingering adrenaline from the afternoon twisting into a sharp, defensive knot in your throat.
You turned your entire body to face him, your eyes narrowing. "Just because you are entirely incapable of feeling human emotions or expressing them does not mean their affection is disgusting, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa froze.
The small, rare trace of amusement instantly vanished from his face, his dark eyes widening slightly as he stared down at you, completely appalled and caught off guard by the sudden bitterness of your snap.
The silence between you stretched, the air turning thick enough to swallow.
"Incapable?" he repeated, the word leaving his lips like a low, dangerous warning. He stepped forward, jaw tightening so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek. "You think I don't feel anything?"
"Yes," you challenged, carefully putting down the mug before crossing your arms and getting up to take a deliberate step towards him. "Because you don't. You just stand there like a statue, watching me, judging me, and then you shut down. If you actually have a single human emotion inside you, say it. Because I am tired of guessing."
He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and for the first time in two years, his unyielding gaze faltered. He looked away from you, staring at the dark wooden floorboards, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.
You could see the exact moment the internal battle took hold of him—his shoulders were rigid, his chest heaving under the tight dress shirt as he took a long, ragged breath. He wanted to snap back. Wanted to retreat into the shadows, but he was trapped.
"I can't," he choked out, strangled rasp you barely recognized.
"What do you mean you can't?" you demanded, taking another step closer, daringly shrinking the space between you. "It's a simple question, Seonghwa. Why do you treat me like this?"
"Because it isn't fair!" he suddenly snapped, his head whipping back up. His eyes were blown out, swimming with a desperation that made your breath catch.
He took a half-step backward, trying to create distance between your bodies, but the wall pinned you both in the narrow circle of light.
"It isn’t fair to you, and it damn sure isn't fair to me.” He took a deep breath. “If I say it—if I let myself even think it—everything falls apart. Do you understand me? Our lives, my job, everything we’ve built for two years. It ruins all of it."
You blinked, completely stunned, mind scrambling to make sense of the gnawing panic in his voice. "What are you talking about? What ruins it?"
"Don't push me," he whispered, a dark, desperate edge bleeding into his tone as his fingers trembled against his thighs. "Please. Just—go. Go to bed."
"No," you said, your voice remarkably steady despite the chaotic hammering of your heart. You refused to back down now.
You closed the remaining distance, stepping directly into his personal space until your chest was practically brushing his.
You looked up into his striking face, eyes boring into his. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain what the fuck you mean, Seonghwa. Look at me. Why are you so terrified of me?"
"I'm not terrified of you," he breathed, his breath hot and ragged against you. The sheer proximity was intoxicating.
He looked completely undone, his rigid professional armor cracking and splintering right before your eyes under the pressure of your stubbornness. "I'm terrified of what I’ll do if I stop fighting."
"Then stop fighting," you whispered.
A harsh, broken sound—halfway between a scoff and a groan—caught in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes tightly for a single second, his head shaking as if he were trying to clear madness out of his brain.
"My entire life, I’ve been trained to lock it away," he whispered, his voice dropping into a raw, wrecked confession, the words practically dragged out of him against his will. "I was told that I felt too much. That my emotions made me a liability, a danger. I spent years forcing myself to become cold, to become a machine so I wouldn't ruin everything. I thought I was good at it."
He opened his eyes, and the sheer intensity in his dark gaze left you utterly breathless. He didn't move away this time. He leaned down slightly, his face a mere inch from yours, his unyielding focus pinning you to the floor.
"But with you, I can't," he admitted, a faint curse slipping past his lips as the final walls of his restraint violently crumbled. "No matter how many protocols I follow, no matter how hard I try to focus on the goddamn perimeter, you are always there. Just existing. Pulling me out of the dark and giving me a taste of what it actually feels like to feel again. It’s driving me completely crazy. I look at you, and I forget everything I need to be."
He reached out, his large, trembling hand hovering just shy of your jaw—like he was desperate to cup your cheek but paralyzed by the final, terrifying realization of what he was doing.
"I am your bodyguard, for fuck's sake," he gasped. "I am supposed to protect you. I am not supposed to look at you and want to take advantage of the fact that you are entirely mine to guard. I am not supposed to look at your lips and want to devour you until there's nothing left."
You looked up into the dark depths of his eyes, and the final piece of the puzzle violently locked into place inside your chest. It wasn’t just him. It had never been just him.
"Then stop looking at me like a contract," your voice cut through the quiet hum of the room, your hear a thudding pulse against your ribs. You lifted your chin, refusing to let him retreat into the shadows of his mind. "Stop hiding behind the protocol, Seonghwa. Look at me. Just ...look at me."
"I am looking at you," he choked out, a ragged exhale brushing over your lips, tasting faintly of winter and desperation. "That’s the goddamn problem. It’s all I ever do."
The confession hung in the air, thick and uncertain, like a match held over a trail of gasoline. His eyes dropped down to your mouth, tracking the slight parting of your lips with a raw hunger that made your knees turn to liquid.
"Seonghwa," you whispered his name, a soft, deliberate plea that shattered the last of his iron restraint. You didn't wait for him to cross the line.
You dragged him over it.
You reached up, your small hand closing firmly over his bare, burning wrist, pulling his hand that last agonizing distance until his palm finally met your cheek.
A jagged spike of heat shot straight up your arm, and a needy groan was violently ripped from the back of Seonghwa's throat at the sensation of your skin against his. His fingers instantly flexed, his grip firm yet careful as his large hand framed your soft skin, his thumb pressing hard into your cheekbone.
And then he lurched forward. Soft lips crashed onto yours, hungry, frantic, and completely starved. His lips were hot and demanding, bruising yours as he devoured the heat of your mouth with a breathless urgency
You let out a muffled, dizzy gasp against his mouth, your hands instantly clawing upward to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to bury yourself in his solid weight. He answered the movement by wrapping his other arm around your waist, lifting you nearly off your feet as he turned the two of you around, slamming your back against the very wall you had him cornered against.
The impact was sharp, and a gasp tore from your lips. Seonghwa’s tongue traced along the seam of your bottom lip, a faint moan escaping as you gave him access. He explored every crevice, every corner of your mouth, like he was memorizing it, tongue tangling with yours in a desperate, slippery rhythm that left you both gasping, your head spinning into absolute chaos.
The wet warmth of his mouth and the intoxicating scent of his musk completely flooded your senses until you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t remember anything but the burning desire of his unwavering attention.
He groaned again, a deep, vibrating sound that rumbled straight from his chest into yours, his large hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck, fingers burying deep into your hair to tilt your head back, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat to his absolute mercy.
He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second as a trail of spit connected at your lips, both of you panting, completely consumed by each other's taste.
"You're going to ruin me," he whispered against your skin, his voice broken in defeat. "You know that, don't you? I'm completely ruined."
"Good," you breathed out, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him back down to your lips. "Ruin me too."
He found your mouth again, and the kiss instantly grew hungrier. Needier. Hotter. The sheer friction of his lips against yours made your brain short-circuit, and all your skin was screaming for was the intolerable barrier of your clothes.
You needed him bare. You needed to feel the solid, burning expanse of his skin against yours.
Your hands left his hair, your fingers scrambling frantically for the buttons of his shirt, your movements uncoordinated and desperate. You managed to undo the first two, knuckles brushing the scalding, smooth skin of his collarbone.
Suddenly, his large, warm hands snapped around your wrists, pulling them away from his chest and instead pinning them against the wall on either side of your head.
He looked at you, panting, a look of fear clouding his features. Even now, he was fighting his own suffocating lust, terrified that tomorrow morning you'd wake up and look at him with regret.
"Are you completely sure?" he asked. His eyes frantically searched yours with a vulnerable intensity. "Look at me. Tell me to stop right now and I will step away. I swear to god I will walk out that door if this isn't what you want. We don't have to do this—don't do something you'll regret tomorrow. I can't take that from you. Please."
You stared up at him, your vision swimming with frustration and a yearning so deep it felt like a physical ache in your gut. You looked at his tightened jaw and the dark, desperate pools of his eyes, and you decided you were entirely done with his hesitation.
"I need you, Seonghwa," you stated, your voice cutting through his panic, steady and laced with a fierce, demanding heat. You twisted your wrists in his grip, refusing to back down an inch. "So if you don't shut up and fuck me within the next five minutes, I will personally throw you outside into the blizzard."
Seonghwa froze. For a fraction of a second, he just stared at you, completely taken aback, his lips parted in utter disbelief at the sheer audacity of your threat.
Then, the rigid tension in his shoulders suddenly cracked. A low, rough chuckle broke from his chest—a sound so rich, surprised, and deeply fond it made your heart leap. The hesitation in his eyes quickly faltered, replaced instantly by a heavy wave of pure, unbridled lust.
"Five minutes?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly purr that sent a shiver straight to your core. His grip on your wrists tightened, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of your pulse points as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear. "You're getting impatient."
He released your wrists only to scoop his arms under your thighs, lifting you completely off the floorboards in one powerful, effortless motion. You let out a soft gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his thin waist as your hands flew to his shoulders for balance.
He carried you past the central staircase, stepping into the dark hallway where your two separate bedrooms sat. The ambient heat from the stones radiated through the shadows, warming the narrow corridor as he guided you straight into his room.
When he lowered you onto the bed, the mattress groaned softly beneath your combined weight, and for a dizzying second, you expected him to climb over you, to pin you down with that same dominant, territorial force he had used out in the main room.
Your heart beat loudly against your ribs in fierce anticipation, every nerve in your body screaming for the heavy, crushing weight of him. But the moment the heavy coat slid off your shoulders, pooling onto the sheets beneath you, the dynamic shifted entirely.
Seonghwa didn't lean over you. Instead, he slowly sank directly to his knees between your legs, stepping down from his invisible throne to look up at you from below. The faint, bleeding light from the doorway caught the sharp angles of his face, casting his blown-out, glassy eyes in the subtle glow.
He was panting, his wide shoulders rising beneath his dress shirt, his large hands resting flat against the bed, trembling oh-so slightly. The big, dangerous bodyguard who had spent two years commanding your movements, guarding your perimeters, and treating the world like a threat had completely unraveled at your feet.
He looked up at you with an expression of pure reverence—a look so entirely stripped of pride and so broken by his own hunger that it laid his entire soul bare. He looked like a man who had finally crawled out of a desert and reached a holy shrine, completely touch-starved, desperate to be used, and entirely subservient to your pleasure.
"Please," he whispered, the syllable a broken, needy whimper that caught in his throat. He didn't move to touch you yet, his hands staying glued to the mattress as he begged with his eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how to touch you. I'm yours. I'm completely yours."
You pulled him up.
There was no more room for distance, no more patience for the space between his knees and the mattress. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt, and with a fierce, breathless tug, you pulled him up over you.
He didn’t resist, lunging forward with a desperate, guttural gasp as his lips crashed into yours.
The kiss was a messy, bruising collision of teeth and tongues, both of you fighting for air, fighting to get closer, clawing at each other's shoulders as if trying to tear through skin. Seonghwa made a high, strained, whimpering moan in the back of his throat, a helpless, whiny noise that betrayed just how undone his restraint finally was.
He broke the kiss, his hot breath shattering against your wet lips as his hands moved down to the hem of your shirt. He could barely grip the fabric from the shakiness of his own fingers, a frustrating tremor that made him let out a weak, desperate groan.
"Let me," he gasped out, completely wrecked. "Please—fuck—l-let me see you. I need to see you."
You nodded, and with a slow, reverent care that completely contrasted the chaotic hunger in his eyes, he began to slide the heavy layers of clothing off your body.
As the fabric parted, exposing your bare skin to the dim shadows of the room, Seonghwa completely stilled. He hovered over you, his palms resting on either side of your head, and he just stared.
His eyes traced the curve of your collarbone, the slope of your waist, and the gentle rise and fall of your chest with an unhinged need. His gaze was heavy and consuming, treating the sight of your bare skin like a holy relic he had spent a lifetime searching for.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered, a ragged, breathless sob catching in his throat as a single tear welled in his eye. "God, you're so beautiful."
He sank down, completely losing his posture, his face burying straight into the crook of your neck, letting out a long, broken whine, inhaling so deeply against your skin that his chest expanded painfully against yours.
He was completely lost in your scent, the clean, intoxicating warmth of your skin mixed with the faint trace of the winter storm. He nuzzled frantically into your pulse point as his mouth left a trail of wet, desperate kisses down your throat.
"Every single day," he whimpered against your skin, his hands finally sliding down to cup your bare waist, his large palms scalding against your flesh. His fingers flexed, digging into your hips with a bruising, desperate pressure. "Two years of standing behind you, smelling your hair, watching you smile at everyone else while I had to stand back. It took every single fiber of my goddamn being not to drag you into a dark room and crawl to your feet. I was dying. I’ve been dying for two years."
Another whimper escaped the man, his head moving lower, lips tracing the center of your chest, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin. He pressed his face against your stomach and let out a choked, needy sound, completely surrendered his control to you, letting you feel the terrifying velocity of his heartbeat.
You tightened your fingers in his dark hair, the silky strands catching between your knuckles, and you pulled his face up from your stomach. Seonghwa followed the movement instantly, his neck tilting back with a gasp, his eyes glassy, unfocused, and dark with a heavy wave of lust.
"Look at me," you breathed out, your voice laced with a fierce, commanding heat that made a visible tremor ripple through his shoulders.
You pulled his head up just enough to guide him, shifting your weight as you spread your knees, exposing the deepest, most vulnerable parts of your body to the dim shadows of the mattress. "Need you, baby. Right here."
Seonghwa groaned at the thought; a wrecked whine tore from the back of his throat, a helpless sound of pure need and submission.
He slid down the bed instantly, hands fumbling with the hem of your pants before removing everything in a smooth motion, hands now clamping onto your inner thighs with a bruising, desperate pressure that anchored you flat against the sheets.
His face dipped between your thighs in a content hum while his long, slender fingers separated your folds. A deep sigh escaped the man as his tongue finally tasted you. It was wide and heavy as it flattened against your clit—long, deep, devouring licks that instantly made your hips jerk off the mattress with a sharp, dizzy gasp, turning your brain into complete mush.
"Ah—Seonghwa, please," you cried out, your fingers burying into the bedsheets, toes curling as a familiar heat built in your lower belly.
A deep, vibrating groan rumbled straight out of him as he continued sucking at your clit, his lips creating a tight, suffocating vacuum that stole the breath right from your lungs, his tongue darting out in sharp, rapid flicks that had you a complete mess beneath him.
You could hear the slick, desperate sounds of his mouth, the heavy slurring of his tongue. The wet, messy slaps of his lips against your skin and the constant, needy whimpers vibrating in his chest.
You looked down through the dark, your vision swimming, and your heart nearly stopped at the sight. Seonghwa was still fully clothed from the waist down, and his cock was visibly raging against the tight fabric of his slacks—creating a massive, hard ridge that stretched the material to its absolute limit.
As he worked between your thighs, his lower body was instinctively, frantically humping into the mattress, hips rolling in a desperate, friction-seeking rhythm that sent deep, heavy vibrations pulsing right through the bed and into your own body.
"God, Seonghwa," you panted, your hands reaching down to tightly grip his hair again, keeping him pinned against your clit. "You—you're getting off just from eating me out? Fuck—look at your pants, so fucking desperate."
The words hit him like a physical wave as he let out a low moan, hips rolling harder against the mattress.
"Such a good boy," you purred, fingers gently tugging at his hair. "Look at you, doing so good for me. Eating me out so well."
Another broken whimper escaped the man, his entire body shaking, tongue moving with an even more desperate and sloppy urgency from the praise.
He was begging with every lap of his tongue, his nose burying deeper into your wetness, completely lost in your taste, your scent, and your rules. He was whimpering into your skin, high on your pleasure, devouring you as if your climax were the only thing keeping his heart beating in the dark.
The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter, a dizzying pressure that left you trembling from head to toe. You were right on the edge, your core pulsing around his wet tongue, but the unbearable friction of his clothed body rubbing against the mattress became too much to handle.
You needed him inside you.
"Seonghwa," you gasped, a commanding note cutting through your own haze as you tightened your grip on his dark hair once more, pulling his face away from your pussy.
He let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of contact, his lips glistening and wet with your arousal as he looked up at you through long eyelashes. His eyes were completely blown out, unfocused, and dripping with a raw, needy desperation.
"Take them off," you panted, your eyes dropping to the leaking ridge straining against his uniform slacks.
You gave a slight tug to his hair, your voice dropping into that low, authoritative purr. "Get rid of your clothes. Right now, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa whimpered as he scrambled backwards instantly, a desperate, clumsy rush to obey your every word. His fingers slipped repeatedly against the heavy buckle of his belt as he let out a frustrated, whiny groan, a curse slipping past his lips while he frantically yanked at the leather, finally unbuckling it with a loud, metallic clatter that echoed in the dark room.
He didn't even care about being neat, practically tearing at the heavy fabric of his slacks, his breath coming in short hitches as he kicked them off his long legs, sending them flying onto the floorboards.
He turned back to you, kneeling at the edge of the mattress. His cock raged proudly against his stomach, long and thick as it flushed red with beads of precum pooling in his slit.
He hovered over you, hands coming to rest flat against your thighs to steady himself from his own trembling desire. "Please," he rasped, his voice a broken whisper.
His glassy eyes pleaded with yours, stripped entirely of his usual facade. "P-please let me fill you. Tell me I can have you. I-I'm clean, I swear to god. I haven’t been with anyone. I haven't touched a soul since the day I became your shadow. There's nobody else. Only you."
The raw honesty in his confession made your heart flutter. "I'm clean too, Seonghwa," you reassured him softly, your fingers tracing the hard line of his wrist as you pulled him closer. "And I'm on the pill. You don't have to worry about anything tonight. I'm safe."
A sudden wave of relief washed over his expression, a shuddering breath escaping his parted lips as your words removed the very last barrier holding him back.
Before he could lean down, you shifted your weight, your voice dropping back into that low, teasing command that made his shoulders instantly tense. "Guide your cock against me first, Seonghwa. Slide it along my folds. Spread it."
A sharp whine broke from the back of his throat. Scrambling to follow your exact words, his trembling fingers reached down between your bodies, gripping the thick, raging length of his dick.
With an agonizing slowness, he pressed the broad head of his cock against your entrance, following your command to the letter as he dragged the slick tip of his cock up and down along your glistening folds, smoothly painting your pussy with the mixed wetness of his own arousal and saliva as well as your overflowing arousal.
The movement was absolute torture for both of you. Seonghwa let out a wrecked groan with every slow stroke, his hips subtly twitching as his body practically screamed for the tight heat of your core. Tears of desperation and need welled in his long lashes, his face entirely flushed.
"Please," he begged, his voice whiny and desperate as his eyelids threatened to flutter shut. "Please—nnngh—I can't... it's too much. Let me push inside—I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll take such good care of you, just please—fuck—please."
Your clit throbbed from the desperation of his words. "Do it," you breathed out, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Take me, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa lunged forward, crashing his mouth down onto yours in a devouring kiss with a loud moan—hands clamping onto your hips with a bruising, desperate grip as he finally drove his hips forward, filling you to the brim with his cock.
Two long years of suffocating tension and suppressed glances violently crashed together the moment your bodies fused. The sheer, overwhelming sensation of his cock stretching you open, filling you up knocked a high, strangled cry from your throat—a sound that was instantly swallowed by his hungry mouth.
Seonghwa groaned directly into your lips, a deep, primitive, vibrating sound that rumbled straight from his chest into yours as his body completely froze inside you. He stayed buried deep, his muscles trembling violently under the tight intensity of your walls gripping him.
His forehead rested heavily against the crook of your shoulder as he stayed buried inside you, his body shaking with the monumental strain of holding himself back. You could feel every desperate twitch of his cock, the way it pulsed needingly inside you from the tight heat of your pussy.
"Slow," you choked out, your hands sliding up his broad, sweaty back, your palms skidding against the slick expanse of his skin as you tried to anchor him. "Move slowly, Seonghwa. Let me adjust."
A choked, strangled groan escaped the deepest part of his chest, but he obeyed instantly. He pulled back with a torturously slow, deliberate drag, the slick friction making you whimper as your walls clung to his length. He drove back in with an unhurried, heavy depth.
You could feel the faint, desperate flutter in his thighs—the violent, involuntary trembling of a man actively suppressing the urge to absolutely pound into you. But the instinct to claim, to take what was his, was buried in an instant. The desperation to please, to be good, completely overtook his senses.
The quiet hum of the room shattered the second Seonghwa moved, incoherent, desperate ramblings muttered frantically against your neck, his voice completely wrecked as he found a slow rhythm.
"Nnngh—you feel so good," he babbled, his breath hot and damp against your skin. "So tight—god—you're so warm. I can't ...I can't think..."
Though his pace remained slow, his hips twitched hard with every thrust, cock reaching so deep it left you gasping. He hitched, a sharp breath from his throat as his large hands tightened on your hips.
"C-can I go faster?" he begged, desperately whining as he looked down at you with tear-soaked eyes. "P-please... fuck, please let me. I need this so bad. I'm losing it."
You looked up at his flushed face, a dark, thrilling surge of power coiling in your chest despite the heavy, sweet ache building in your own hips.
"Not yet, princess," you whispered, a low, teasing authority dripping from your tongue. You looked at the desperation twisting his beautiful features and let out a breathless, mocking exhale. "You're going to suffer the exact way I did for two long years."
Seonghwa cried out at the words, a loud, broken sob slipping past his lips from the denial but also from how fucking good you felt. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the small room, competing only with the fierce howling of the blizzard beating against the cabin walls outside.
You reached up, hand gripping forcefully around his jaw. Your fingers dug into his skin, tilting his head down and forcing his eyes to lock directly onto yours.
"Look at me," you commanded sternly.
He obeyed instantly. Completely pliant, his jaw rested heavily in your hand, his gaze wide and unfiltered. The sheer need to be good, to be trapped entirely by your rules, waiting on your every breath so beautifully spread across his face.
You pulled his face down the last remaining inch, crashing your mouth against his in a hungry, wet kiss. Seonghwa was soft against your lips, following your lead with a desperate, slippery rhythm that mirrored his surrender.
You pressed your lips firmly against his, your hearts synced with a beat that vibrated right through your chests, and you finally decided to unleash the beast at your feet.
"Fuck me, baby," you whispered against his mouth, your voice a dark, demanding promise. "Fuck me like you mean it."
The final thread of his self-control violently snapped. A loud groan erupted from the man, finally replacing the cautious rhythm with hard and brutally fast thrusts.
He drove into you with a dizzying speed, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, heavy slap that echoed loudly in the dark room. The sounds became chaotic and loud—the wet, squelching friction of his slick shaft sliding in and out of your overflowing wetness, the heavy, rhythmic thud of his pelvis bruising against yours, and the wrecked groans tearing from his throat with every single thrust.
He was pounding into you like a man possessed, his cock bottoming out with every single thrust, filling you up in a way you never thought your body could physically handle. You moaned against his mouth, your back arching off the mattress as your vision threatened to turn white.
Your fingers clawed desperately into the thick muscles of his shoulders, drawing faint red lines across his skin as he consumed you, driving you both higher and higher into a blinding, suffocating heat that completely obliterated the winter freezing outside.
The friction between your bodies reached a feverish pitch. The room felt entirely too small, too hot, the air heavy and thick with the scent of sex, wood, and the salt of your mingled sweat. Seonghwa’s movements had completely lost all semblance of calculated precision; he was running on pure instinct, his chest heaving as he repeatedly buried his thick length deep inside you.
"Ah—Seonghwa, Seonghwa, wait—" Your voice broke, a breathless, desperate cry, as the electric coil in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter, turning into a sharp, intolerable ache.
He stuttered against you in a sharp, ragged hitch as his whole body went rigid. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and glassy.
"I'm close—god, I'm so close," he babbled incoherently, his voice a broken sound as his hips trembled violently against yours. "I can't hold it, I'm going to—"
"You can't come," you cut him off in a commanding tone. Your fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, holding his weight in place. "You don't get to come until I do, Seonghwa."
His head shook back and forth, dark strands of wet hair clinging to his flushed forehead as he choked out a ruined sob. "P-please... it hurts, it feels too good, I'm right there—"
"Then hurry up," you panted, your eyes burning into his.
He scrambled to obey, his body shifting slightly as his right hand slid down between your fused bodies. You gasped when his thumb found your clit, circling it with a desperate wet friction that made your hips stutter from the touch.
His other hand flew up to tightly grip the swell of your breast, his large palm molding over your soft skin with a possessive intensity. He leaned down, his mouth hot as he took your nipple between his lips, tongue swirling and flattening against the sensitive peak in a tight, heavy rhythm while his teeth desperately grazed the edge.
Every deep pull of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to your core, perfectly synchronized with the rapid, wet friction of his thumb circling your clit and the heavy, stuttering depth of his cock thrusting you open.
You completely lost your mind. Your head thrashed against the pillows, your vision splintering into blinding streaks of white heat as the intense, throbbing pressure in your lower belly expanded.
"Seonghwa—Seonghwa, now, I'm—"
Your hips gave one final, shuddering spasm against his hand as your climax violently hit, locking your muscles tight while your walls pulsed aggressively around his length in hot, crushing waves.
Seonghwa broke out in a quiet sob, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth were grinding, tears of restraint spilling down his flushed cheeks as he waited for your spoken cue.
You looked at the man, fingers tangling weakly in his sweat-soaked hair. "Cum, baby," you purred. "You deserve it. So good for me."
A low groan erupted from him as his body violently slammed forward, chasing the same peak you had achieved mere seconds before.
His climax hit him hard, driving his hips forward in one last, deep thrust, pinning you flat against the mattress as his thick length pulsed inside your squeezing hole. You could feel the pool of his release painted deep inside you, a thick, pulsing heat that felt like an electric current radiating straight through your pelvis.
He shot into you over and over, his muscles locking into painful, rigid lines along his back and shoulders as he fucked every single drop of cum out of his spent cock, his breath leaving him in short, pathetic whimpers.
Slowly, the frantic beating of his heart began to steady, his sweaty chest collapsing fully against yours as the room fell into a deep, suffocating quiet. Seonghwa didn't pull out. He stayed buried deep within your warmth, his face nuzzled straight into the crook of your neck as his trembling arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you to his skin like a man who had finally found his home in the middle of the dark.
The adrenaline slowly drained from the room, leaving behind a thick, humid silence that felt completely detached from the raging blizzard outside. You laid there beneath his solid weight, your mind a hazy, comfortable blur of exhaustion and pure bliss.
Seonghwa’s face remained buried in your neck, his breath coming in slow, shuddering puffs against your damp skin. You slid your hands up his sweaty shoulders, fingers gently running through the dark, damp strands of his hair, massaging his scalp in slow, soothing circles.
"You did so well, Seonghwa," you murmured, your voice dropping into a soft, comforting whisper against his ear. "Look how sweet you are. You took such good care of me, baby. I felt so safe, so incredibly good."
An involuntary whine escaped the back of his throat—a helpless, tiny sound that broke your heart with how sweet it was. He buried his face deeper into your skin, completely pliant, soaking in the soothing rhythm of your voice like a child being comforted after a long storm.
The cooling air of the room finally began to bite at your bare skin, and you gently tried to shift your weight to clean up. "I'll be right back, okay? I need to grab a towel from the bathroom."
The moment you tried to pull away, a sharp wave of panic rippled through his dazed state. Seonghwa let out a louder, more frantic whine, and his large hand blindly scrambled across the sheets until his fingers locked around your wrist. His grip wasn't bruising or forceful like before; it was heavy, trembling, and deeply desperate, silently begging you not to break the physical connection. He shook his head weakly against your shoulder, his eyes unfocused as he clung to your wrist like a lifeline.
"Shh, it's okay, I'm not leaving you," you soothed him, using your free hand to gently stroke his flushed cheek, kissing his forehead. "You're okay, princess. I'm just getting a towel to clean us up. I promise I’ll be right back to hold you."
He let out one more fragile, thready sigh, his fingers slowly, reluctantly loosening their grip on your wrist as he sank back into the heavy haze of the mattress.
Gathering the top sheet of the bed, you wrapped it securely around your body, dragging the heavy fabric over your shoulders. Holding the sheet tight against your chest, you slid your bare feet onto the freezing floorboards, your knees bucking slightly from the lingering tremors of your climax.
The narrow hallway was somewhat dark, only illuminated by the faint gleam of the lanterns. You navigated the shadows with a hand against the timber wall, stepping toward the small bathroom near the main room.
You reached for the doorknob, but before your fingers could even wrap around it, the door suddenly shot open.
You gasped, pulling the sheet tightly to your chin as you stumbled backward.
Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was San. He froze instantly, completely caught off guard. He was bare-chested, a white cotton sheet wrapped around his waist, and a fluffy white towel clutched tightly in his large hand. His hair was a wild, messy halo, his lips swollen, and his chest still heavily flushed with a telltale heat.
For what felt like an eternity, the two of you just stared at each other in shock. The silence in the hallway stretched, loud and incredibly awkward.
Then, your eyes dropped to the towel in his hand, and the muffled memory of the quiet giggles and the single upstairs bedroom door clicking shut from earlier flashed through your mind.
The realization hit you as an amused huff escaped your lips, and San's shoulders instantly dropped as a wide, boyish grin broke across his face.
You shared a quiet, deeply knowing nod—an unspoken pact of absolute solidarity between two people caught red-handed in the exact same state of breathless ruin.
"Towel's on the rack," San whispered, a quiet, amused chuckle catching in his throat as he stepped past you, carefully keeping his sheet secure. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, San," you breathed out, a soft laugh shaking your shoulders.
You watched his shadow vanish up the creaking wooden staircase, his heavy footsteps careful as he returned to Wooyoung upstairs. Smiling to yourself, you stepped into the small bathroom, quickly grabbing a clean, damp towel to wipe away the sticky, sweet evidence of your night along with the semen slowly trailing down your thighs.
The room was freezing when you returned, but the second you dropped the sheet and slid back onto the mattress, you were instantly engulfed in a wall of comforting heat. Seonghwa tossed and mindlessly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flat against his damp chest. He sighed in content the moment he felt your warmth return.
He tucked the heavy wool blankets securely around your shoulders, burying his nose back into your hair as his leg hooked tightly over yours, anchoring you completely beneath him.
You couldn't help but giggle. “Seonghwa, I need to clean you.”
But his grip remained firm, pinning you against the safety of his embrace. You huffed in defeat but decided it wasn't worth the hassle.
As the blizzard continued to howl uselessly against the cabin walls, you closed your eyes and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, wrapped in the comforting certainty that your shadow was never going to let you go.
𝓰enre; seonghwa x outcastfem!reader, high school au, semi dark themes, bittersweet, angst, ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; unrealistic-ish, school hierarchy, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, conversation about bullying theme, reader is hated, swearing, cuts & bruises, injury, mentions of fighting(reader gets into a lot of physical fights), slight abandonment issues, rumors, a little spicy tension, seonghwa's kinda a caretaker, lemme know if i missed any! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:04
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💫ᝰ.ᐟ i don't think real life works like this but whatever, it's fiction and i can do whatever i want :) debussy mentioned (my fav composer!!)
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★ synopsis —
When there was no one else, it was always him in your darkest moments...
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You wince as he dabs the ointment on your split eyebrow, he does it so gently that it shouldn't hurt—however the sting of the fresh cut getting sanitize doesn't care in the slightest. The silence in the small room is almost deafening. It's also familiar. This wasn't the first time Park Seonghwa tended to your wounds...
You look everywhere but him as you swing your feet slightly over the bench. You want desperately to ignore the weird sensation in your heart that only comes when he's close.
“You don't have to do this.” You mutter, still not looking at him.
“I want to.” He replies back, his voice as gentle as ever. It was the same answer all the time, he wanted to... Why? You weren't sure if you really wanted to know, maybe that's why in the past you never continued the conversation. But today was different.
“You always say that. It doesn't make sense.” He pauses his movements. You didn't dare look at him as you continue. “I don't see why you want to. We're not even friends.”
He doesn't say anything for a moment. He just reaches over to get a new cotton pad and pours some disinfectant on it. He brings it to the cut above your lip. It stings but you force yourself not to react. He dabs it until it's clean. He retracts his hand.
“I want to be you friend.”
You laugh, not because you found it funny but because it was a little insane, because he says it like it's obvious.
“Be my friend?” You finally look at him. The look in his eyes tells you he wasn't joking. “That's rich coming from someone in your position. You do know becoming my friend will ruin your reputation at this school? Whatever popularity you have will be gone the second you claim me as a friend.”
It was the reality of this place. Everyone hated you, they didn't like how you were different, in the way you dress, think and act. They didn't like how you didn't bend to the wills of the students higher on this stupid hierarchy. Even the lowest of the lows stayed away from you. Everyone was afraid of those who ruled this school, they didn't want to get pushed down lower than they already were.
You brought up his popularity for a reason, you wanted to scare him off. Didn't want to ruin this precious soul's life just for hanging out with you. You didn't want rumors to cling to him like they did with you, didn't want anyone to talk down on him. You couldn't bare the thought. Even now as you both are completely alone, you're afraid of anyone catching you together.
“And what if I don't care?” You freeze, that was not the reaction you were expecting. He had said it so firmly, your lips part slightly.
“...Why? Why do you want to be my friend even after knowing full well what will happen?” You question. There wasn't anything about you that was so special that he should risk everything just to be your friend.
“Because, I admire you.” You look away cause there he goes again with those damn heart eyes, you wonder if he thinks he's being subtle about it.
“There's nothing to admire! I'm a lonely bitch who's always getting into fights!” You snap, lip quivering. He doesn't even flinch as his gaze remains steady on you.
“That's where you're wrong, Y/N.” He counters, “You are a strong person. You help students from those fucking assholes even if they show no gratitude afterwards. You get into all these fights just to protect people who won't even do the same for you.”
His voice breaks a bit, your heart tightens. You never looked at it like that. You only helped because you couldn't stand to see someone who couldn't fight back get thrown around like they were worthless pieces of shits. Even if they didn't say thank you, even if they ignored you in the halls afterwards, you'd do it again. Because that was who you were.
“You never complain, you don't even demand a thank you. You let them leave quietly, and you deal with everything else alone.” Seonghwa grabs your hand. Your knuckles are a little sore from the fight earlier. “I want to be your friend so I can stay by your side and protect you too. I know you're strong, but I want to be there so you don't have to carry this burden by yourself. You're not who those rumors say you are, you're so much more.”
The warm tears genuinely catch you by surprise, they fell before you could even stop them. No one's ever stood up for you, no one's ever wanted to see you for you and not from the rumors they've heard, no one even wanted to talk to you. And yet here this man was, saying he wants to stay by your side.
“I—” You can't speak. And even if you could, you wouldn't know what to say.
The silence overtakes the room after you draw a breath. His gaze doesn't waver, if anything it intensifies. He wipes your tears with the back of his finger, you let him. You should have stopped him. Yet you didn't. Perhaps the need for another human to care about you became too much. You swallow lightly.
“You can't just say things like that, what if someone heard and thought you liked me...” You mutter, now wiping your own tears. He doesn't miss a beat,
“Well they wouldn't exactly be wrong.” He says, voice low and serious. You flinch.
“Y—You really can't take a hint, can you?”
You've been trying to push him away, avoiding him in the halls as much as you can to avoid the topic of him being seen with you too much. When he wordlessly ushered you to the empty nurse's office after school hours and tends to the cuts and bruises on you, you tried being bitchy enough to have him fed up with you but he ended taking everything in silence and continued to clean you up everytime. It got to the point where you just let him do whatever because he didn't seem to have any notion of stopping anytime soon, he didn't care what you said.
...You couldn't lie, the new warmth you tried oh so hard to ignore was nice.
“No. Not when it comes to you. You're hurting inside, I want to be there for you whether if it's as a friend ...or something more.”
“Seonghwa...” You say his name because it's the only thing you can right now. The only thing that was a steady warmth in your dreary school life.
“I want to fight with you if you let me.” You look down when his warm hand rests on top of yours, there is something new. A feeling you never felt before, it's tingles at your skin touching his. You look back to his dark brown eyes, you feel your throat tightening.
“You don't know what you're getting yourself into.” You say quietly, there's an edge in your voice.
“I have an idea. And I'm willing—”
“And what if you don't stay? I wouldn't blame you, it's going to be terrible— before you had transferred there was someone before you. She... She left me because of how hard it was, she went through relentless bullying. Fuck they almost talked her into suicide. She had to leave, I don't blame her and never will.” You ramble on. “I can't bar—”
“I'm sorry about your friend but do you think it's alright for you to go through it alone?” He interrupts with urgency. Your breath hitches. Seonghwa was stubborn, you'd give him that. “You think it's okay for them to treat you like this?”
You shake your head, of course it wasn't okay what they did. You didn't get a say though. You could get into many fights with both girls and guys alike but the rumors kept circulating, the bullying keeps happening. The results stay the same. They said you had caused the death of your deceased mother. That one came out of nowhere, you never found out who came up with that it. Of course it wasn't true, yet it still hurt like a bitch.
“Then why won't you let me help? Why do you keep pushing me away?”
“I don't want you to get hurt as well.” You mutter. Seonghwa slides off the small chair he had been sitting on. He kneels in front of you. Your heart picks up.
“It wounds me how weak you think I am, Y/N.” His tone almost sounds like a scoff even as he tries to keep it light.
“S-Sorry...”
He holds your hand and doesn't say anything. Silence fills the space again, a type of silence that's tense. You study the boy as he studies you. Would it be so bad to let him in? Yes—of course, no doubt about it. If anything, you actually liked Seonghwa so there's no way you'd want to bring him along in this hell you called your life.
You freeze when he brings your hand to his face. The silence fills deeper with hot tension, increasing with each breath.
“Be selfish for once.” He whispers, pleading with you. “I don't want to see you loose yourself.”
Your lip twitches. You never knew how to be selfish, everything you did was for the best interest for others. Selfish... Your eyes look down to his lips and back up to his eyes. Were you capable? His words echo in your mind once, then twice. Louder by the third time that it makes your pulse quicken.
You lean down and kiss him. This time Seonghwa is taken aback. You slide down to the ground with him without breaking the kiss, you find yourself on his lap. You ignore the sting in you knuckles as you fist his hair to kiss him deeper. He tastes sweet and warm like vanilla which was very befitting. Seonghwa is responsive, kissing you back with equal passion. His hands rest at your waist like they belong. You feel something break in your chest, the tight lock that you kept on your heart at all times shatters. The walls you built come crumbling down and it's all Park Seonghwa's fault.
Seonghwa can feel it all in the kiss, the strain of holding back everything for all these years, the longing for someone who cares, the confusion and the fear, he feels all of it. This is impulsive of you, a spur of the moment. He's the one to break the kiss gently, he rests his forehead against yours as you both regain your breath.
“I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.” He pants softly
“If it gets too much, promise me you'll leave.” You say barely above a whisper. Seonghwa's face twists in shock. He pulls back slightly, looking at you incredulously.
“You can't be serious—”
“I am. Promise me.”
“I can't do that Y/N. Why would I leave you if things get hard?” He sounds hurt.
“They might—”
“Fuck them, Y/N. Honestly,” he snaps. “I'm tired of how everything revolves around Do, Sung and the rest. They won't be able to do anything to me or you anymore, I won't let them. I just wished you trusted me.”
“I do. More than anyone in this school.” Your voice cracks.
“Then trust me that I won't leave you if it gets hard.”
“I-I just don't want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Baby,” the petname catches you off guard. Something flutters deep in your stomach, it's annoying but a little pleasant. He lifts your chin. “Stop worrying about others for once.”
He kisses your lips, it's softer than the first kiss you shared—more controlled.
“Forget everything for a moment. Think about yourself. You have me to help you.” He presses his lips against yours again, more genuine than the last. It was certain, full of emotions. You let yourself go, finally letting your heart to open.
It is strange. You never saw yourself having any interest in anyone, thinking you'd be alone for the rest of highschool and perhaps even college. You didn't let yourself feel sadness from the thought at the time. Now, you're letting someone in for real because he chose you. There is still anxiety about this whole thing deep inside but Seonghwa had proven that he wasn't going to give up easily...
The soft kiss leaves you feeling tingly when you finally pulled away. His hand lingers on your chin just as the soft feeling does. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip.
“I think we need to get you home so you can rest. You had a long day...” He observes, his finger lightly touching the soon to be scar above your lip.
His hands go to your hips and he pats them slightly. You quickly get off him, feeling embarrassment in your chest. He puts away the supplies he used on you. Then he turns to you and holds his hand out causally like it was a normal thing. You hesitate half a second before just taking his hand.
To your dismay when you exited the nurse's office the halls weren't completely empty... Your heart picks up in fear when people notice who he was walking with. You wanted to let go, to separate yourself for his sake. He just holds your hand tighter and basically pulls you along, ignoring all the shocked stares. You couldn't tell what anyone was thinking, were they angry? curious? full of hatred? You didn't know.
When you near the exit, the whispers begin. Seonghwa gives your hand a squeeze, a reminder that he was here. This was definitely going to be circulating around the whole school by tomorrow, you were already dreading waking up tomorrow.
When you guys finally exit the building, you feel like you can breath again. The tenseness of your muscles relax, but only slightly. Maybe it was nice having someone by your side...
“I'm driving you home.” His hand holding yours does none of the sorts to let go, already finalizing the decision with no chance of arguing. He just pulls you over to his car.
He opens the door for you and ushers you in. You get comfortable as he makes it round to the driver's side. He gives you a look before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. You look to your lap, entangled with your inner thoughts.
Something falls onto your lap, slightly startling you. You turn to look at him wondering why he gave you his phone. He tells you the passcode to your surprise.
“My phone's connected. Play anything you like. Maybe something you listen to when you need comfort.” His voice is quiet as if speaking any louder would turn you into ash. You just nod.
The soft sound of Debussy's arabesque fills the car. Your mother used to play the piano whenever she could while you were growing up. This was one of the melodies that stick from her fading memories. Whenever you listen to it, it makes you feel... closer. Somehow. You grit your teeth to keep your eyes from wetting themselves.
Seonghwa doesn't say a word, as the sound of the piano fills the car. He just listens. He could tell from the expression on your face that this piece held some worth to you. Something dear, something special.
The whole ride is silent—besides the occasional directions from you—as the music soothes the journey into something soft. By the time he parks into your driveway and kills the engine, he notices that you weren't tense anymore.
The sound of your seatbelt clicking as you remove it is loud in the still silence. You look at him.
“Thank you.” Your voice is quieter than you wished. “For everything. Really”
“Don't worry about it,” he tells you. Then a thought. “I'm serious. I don't want you to stay up worrying about tomorrow. We'll take baby steps. First we'll inform the principal and move on from there.”
“Baby steps,” you repeat.
“Yes baby steps. We'll dethrone those assholes and hopefully get the school to be... Normal.”
You didn't hear his next words, too stuck up on the way he said "we." It wasn't just you anymore. You let your chest ease on that.
“Yeah,” you breath out, interrupting him without meaning too. Seonghwa pauses. Then he breaks into a soft smile with those damn heart eyes again.
── ۶ৎ ever since you started dating Mingi, Yunho has been there too. He's supportive, he listens, he makes you laugh, and he knows you love his best friend... and yet. There is something bothering Yunho, and he won't shy away from getting in his best friends head about it, not until he selfishly gets what he wants
wc: 8k
content: + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; manipulative behaviour, dub non con (not really, but still), corrupting kink, vouyerism, rough sex, not quite cheating, fingering, p in v, sweet!Mingi, toxic!Yunho
warning: this is the toxic yunho you all wanted, this is all your fault. do not ask me what the dynamic is here, I honest to god don't know what I did
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Mingi lets out a dry chuckle. Yunho’s question still hangs in the air of his messy dorm room, now a bit charged. He can hear San and Seonghwa fighting in the living room, feeling so far away despite being right on the other side of the wall.
“No way, she’d never do that”
That’s what he says, but the ways his brows sunk ever so slightly over his confused eyes lets Yunho know he’s got him right where he wants him. He had known it’d be easy. He knows Mingi. Probably more than anyone has or ever will. But truth to be told, he’s shocked it’s being this easy. He worries him sometimes.
“I mean... that’s what they all think”
“Who?” asks Mingi “San?”
Yunho stifles a laugh just as he’s about to take a sip from his glass. His mouth opens in a genuine, silent chuckle.
“Just men in general, Mingi" he explains, then pretends to think about it “Well, maybe San too. You are right”
“But, she--” Mingi stops himself. Even he can tell that he might not be entirely sure, given how defensive he’s gotten. He wants to be, but the idea also unsettles him. The idea that he could not only be failing you in any way, but also oblivious to it makes his mouth run dry “How can you know?”
Yunho hides the satisfied smirk on his lips behind the rim of his glass.
“Little things” he says nonchalantly. Mingi wonders how many times he’s had this conversation with someone else. It makes him sound like an expert, and thankfully to him, or so he thinks, helpful “Volume, muscles... hands”
“Hands?” Mingi is embarrassed to admit that he has no idea what that means. Maybe he really knows nothing.
Yunho can tell right away that Mingi’s ego is bruised, and the way his eyes fall to his own hands resting on his lap is his cue.
“It’s okay” he says with fake reassurance before he throws the finishing blow “You know what an actual orgasm feels like, right?”
The questions sounds like banter, a joke to lighten up the conversation and stop Mingi from spiraling. In reality Yunho’s eyes are hard, slightly cold and too eager in the way he sees his friend's face drain from any color left. The poison in his question goes unnoticed by Mingi, who’d never in a million years would think is best friend is doing anything else than having a casual conversation with him.
“Yeah...”
He does know. But does he? Does he know what Yunho means? What if he doesn’t? The image of you on the bed, unsatisfied while he rests on top of you catching his breath and waiting for him to leave flashes through his mind.
“You can’t fake that right?” he asks abruptly, raspy voice a bit shaky.
“Fake what?”
“The, uhm...” a blush creeps up Mingi’s face. He opens and closes his hand twice, and for a moment the coyness of his friend makes Yunho feel bad.
He chuckles.
“They can, actually” Mingi’s face drops “Is just muscle contraction”
Mingi’s eyes get lost somewhere for a second.
“How can I know?”
“I usually can tell by the sound. I can tell you our neighbour isn’t as gifted as his girlfriend is making him believe”
He’s joking, but Mingi is dead serious when he asks:
“So, could you tell?”
Bingo.
The exciting rush of victory flows through him and he has to hold himself back from grinning.
“Could I... tell?” Yunho feigns innocence. It looks so natural on his soft, boyish features.
Mingi bites his lip, unsure
“No?”
The conversation that follows is one that Mingi swears to take to his grave, the things said between these four walls some that should never be repeated.
The next time you are over at Mingi’s dorm he greets you at the door with his usual wide, bright smile before it stiffens in a way you can’t quite understand. Nevertheless, his arms reach forward and pull you into a tight hug. He feels your muscles loosen up once your head rests against his chest with a happy sigh. You can’t say the same about him, though. His body is uncharacteristically stiff but you say nothing, aware of the stress he’s been under for the last couple weeks. After placing a kiss on the top of your head he lets you inside.
You are still unfamiliar with the apartment, to be honest. You haven’t been here more than once before, when Seonghwa and San happened to be out. You assumed this was the reason why Mingi asked you to come over. That is until you see Yunho standing in the living room. There’s a small, strange pause before you both smile at each other and bow politely as his face cracks into a beaming smile. You are used to it by now, yet the it hits you like the very first time. Every time.
You met Yunho maybe a few weeks into dating Mingi, and you could tell right away why it had taken so little time. He needed him to like you. For Mingi, the most important thing is that Yunho approves. You had come to find out that appearances can be deceiving. While Mingi’s cold looks hide a very soft and naive heart, Yunho’s boyish and cheerful demeanor serves as a mask for his very sharp and perceptive nature. You could see it in his eyes right away the moment they settled on you for the first time, and you can feel it now standing in the entrance of your boyfriend’s dorm. He has accepted you, that much you know. So why? Why does he keep staring at you like--
“Ah” Mingi pops up behind you “Yunho came over for a second but he’s leaving now”
“Yeah, just wanted to talk about some work things”
“Why don’t you wait in my room?”
There is a strange tension in the air that while aware of, you can’t quite place. You look between the two of them and with a small smile you simply walk towards Mingi’s room, closing the door behind you. You take a look around Mingi’s room. There’s not much that you remember from the last time you were here, but the messiness of it seems about the same. You allow yourself to sit down on the bed and look around. Your hands grab a hoodie that rests in a pile on the bed and bring it to your nose, the faint, oxidized smell of Mingi’s cologne still holding onto it. You hear the front door open and close, and a few seconds later Mingi comes through the door.
“Sorry about the mess” he apologizes sheepishly.
He hadn't had time to clean, his mind preoccupied with more... pressing matters. He takes notice of the hoodie in your hands and his heart softens. You pat the space next to him and he obeys like a puppy. The bed sinks under his weight when he sits next to you, making you fall into his arms. You look up at him: his beady eyes, a little shaky while dragging along your face. It worries you a bit, the way he’s holding his breath.
“What’s wrong baby?” you ask, placing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He exhales deeply when he feels your thumb tracing small circles over his cheek.
“Nothing” he stutters “Just tired”
You coo at him, and it makes him lean into your touch.
“How dare they make you so tired?”
You place a chaste kiss on his lips and they curve into a smile.
“How dare they” he repeats, his shoulders easing slightly when both your hands cup his face.
You bring his face closer and he lets you, a deep exhale fans at your face when your lips meet in a long, close-lipped kiss. Mingi feels himself melt into you, his fingertips dragging over the fabric of your jeans. You can feel the heat of his big hand resting against your thigh, daring enough to settle there but too shy to move without a little nudge. Mingi’s sweet, so sweet. You smile against his lips and he parts from you.
“What’s funny?” he asks.
“You are cute”
“I am?”
You nod, and he bares his teeth in a wide smile before you are sealing his lips again. You lie on the bed, hands dragging him along with you. You can feel the hesitation in the way he gets on top of you. He cages you below his wide shoulders, the bed protests under the full weight of him above you. His hair dangles above you, its touch tickles where it caresses at the skin of your cheeks.
“Do you love me?”
Your heart comes to a halt, your expression frozen. You can see the realization of what he has just asked hit him while the words are still hanging in the air.
“I do”
His face lits up and for a moment he looks like the Mingi you are used to, whatever worry he had completely gone for a split second.
“Do you only fuck missionary?”
The bluntness of the question startles Mingi just enough for Yunho to regret not sugarcoating it. He doesn’t know if it’s the frustration of watching from the sidelines, or the way his hands shake with an aching need to do something, but the crude words escape him before he can stop himself. And now Mingi looks embarrassed, timid in a way he hasn’t been in front of Yunho since they were younger.
“We like it” he answers, insecure in his answer.
Yunho hurries to ease his friend's worries. But not too much. He needs the edge. That sad glint in Mingi’s eyes.
“It didn’t sound fake, but...”
“What”
“Don’t get mad, okay? Listen to me” Yunho props himself on the edge of the couch and places his open palms towards Mingi, trying to soothe the blow “She didn’t fake it, but” he enjoys the way Mingi holds his breath “I think she was a bit bored”
Relief washes over Mingi’s features before they twist in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think she was getting it all out of her. She sounds very... contained”
“She’s loud sometimes” Mingi says, a bit defensive “But she does moan a lot, you heard it. And you said they are not fake”
Yunho’s sweet smile stiffens at the memory of him standing by Mingi’s bedroom door, listening to the way you sounded while getting fucked by his best friend.
“They are not” his lips press into a thin line, Mingi waits “But I think she could be louder”
“What do I do?”
Yunho rubs the palms of his hands. They are sweaty, a giveaway of how close he is getting to the turning point of the slow burn of his plan. He needs Mingi to make the choice.
He needs to pretend he doesn’t want him to.
“Maybe be a bit rougher?”
“I don’t think she’d like that” Yunho expects that answer, because you are sweet. Because you always grab onto Mingi's hand when he’s anxious without him asking. He thinks about the size difference between Mingi’s hand and yours. He thinks about how his are the same size, and he tries to imagine how it must feel to feel yours, so small around them. How he could easily grab your wrists with one single hand and-- “And I don’t do that”
Yunho blinks rapidly, actually surprised.
“Never?”
“It doesn’t feel like...” Mingi’s hands open and close at his sides where he stands in the middle of the living room “I don’t want to hurt her”
Of course. No matter how sweet you are, Mingi’s sweeter. He’ll always be.
“What if she likes that?”
“No” Mingi shuts down the idea, and Yunho’s jaw muscle pops for a second. Mingi doesn’t notice it “I don’t think so”
Yunho doesn’t bring the topic up again, letting Mingi room to breathe and spiral on his own. He knows he’ll be thinking about it when he’s alone in his room. When he’s with you. Every time you take longer than usual to answer his texts he’ll think that maybe you are bored of him. Every time you laugh a beat slower to his silly comments he’ll wonder if you are faking it just to not hurt his ego. Every time you moan in his ear and scratch his back he wonders if you are putting on a performance. It only takes a week for him to knock on Yunho’s room door.
“How close are we?” he asks, hands tugging at the hem of his oversized t-shirt.
Yunho bites back a smile “As close as we can get” he gives a small shrug as he turns back his attention to his computer screen, the soft glow of it masking the darkness in his expression “As close as you need”
Mingi asks right away, almost like he’s worried he might back down if he takes a second longer.
“Would you do something for me?”
“Where’s this coming from?”
The soft fabric rests over your hands, it folds pleasantly between your fingers while you think about what Mingi is proposing. You can feel the heaviness of his stare, sitting right in front of you on the bed, eyes full of worry but also hope. It’s hard to deny him when he looks at you like this, like he’d get on his knees and beg. But you are owed an explanation.
“I thought we could try something new” he swallows, hard “If you want”
No one can blame you for thinking his nervousness is due to the nature of his proposal, after all, how could you assume Yunho has been hiding in the other room? He’s been listening, his body tense from the moment Mingi opened the door and he heard your soft footsteps on their dorm floor. He wondered what clothes you’d been wearing. A skirt, a dress? The one you wore for Mingi’s birthday on a particularly windy day?
You had been so flustered, hands quickly grabbing at the hem of it to stop it from raising too high. But you’d been too slow. You had known that when your eyes met Yunho’s, who had been walking slightly behind you. The way embarrassment seemed to gleam in your eyes and the slight blush spreading fast across your face made his cock throb, and it took him a second longer than usual to give you a casual smile. An expression that had said “What is it~?” that had let you feel touched at how he was pretending to not have seen anything. You had felt silently grateful when he started walking behind you, shielding you from the merciless wind while Mingi and the others played around, unaware. However, Yunho’s intentions hadn’t been as kind as you would have thought. You had actually been suspicious, and you had felt awful about it. Yunho was always kind, charming and gentle. Not only with you, but everyone, especially Mingi. And yet, there was that pressing, suffocating feeling towering over you: close, strong, closing in.
“That’s okay with me” you tell Mingi “Am I putting it on?” Mingi is pretty shocked at your willingness, but it just furthers the idea that Yunho was right. There are things you are okay with. Things you want but won’t ask for. Things he couldn’t see. Things he’s incapable to bring himself to do for you. That’s why-- “Is it for you?”
“No, it’s for you”
Mingi’s large hands grab at the blindfold, and he thinks it feels strange between his fingers. The way his shoulders are hunched over with little to no confidence melts your heart, and you lean forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. You expect the tension on his body to ease the way it usually does, but it doesn’t happen. Instead he just blurts out:
“I love you”
The confession surprises you, but it is Mingi after all.
“I love you too”
Yunho has gotten bold enough to stop by the door, not yet peeking in. Not until Mingi gives him the sign. He can sense the heaviness of Mingi’s body over yours, the way he lays you down on the bed by the way the bed creaks. He can hear the rustling of clothing, your soft hums and the sweet sound of your lips parting and reconciling again. That had been something he hadn’t thought about. He had expected Mingi to be so upset and humiliated about the idea of not being able to fulfill your desires that he wouldn’t bring himself to speak about it in detail. But he had, if only to establish one rule: no kissing.
Yunho’s eyebrow had twitched when Mingi had brought it up, a sharp look of discontent flashing across his face that he quickly had to hide with a casual, calculated shrug. Maybe that’s why the sound of it is working on him so quickly, the restraint of his slacks painfully growing more unbearable with every kiss. He knows the way Mingi kisses you: sweet and slow, almost chaste.
He sees Mingi’s t-shirt drop to the floor from where he’s standing, followed by an item of clothing he’s familiar with. A pretty dress, floral, discarded right next to the bed. He wonders if he can catch it without getting caught, before stopping himself. Any other day he’d have done it in a heartbeat, brought it to his face and take in as much of you as he could. He has always had an idea of what you’d smell like when he had you close: the fading lower notes of your perfume and the faintest scent of sweat.
But he doesn’t have to imagine now.
“I’m tying it now, okay?”
You nod, unaware that he's not really saying that to you. Mingi carefully puts the blindfold around your eyes, shaky fingers tying the knot with care and a shame you can never find out about. He takes in the sight of you. Eyes hidden from him, your parted pink lips, the bridge of your nose. You look so pretty like this, and it reminds him of why he’s doing this. He could never be anything but gentle with you. The idea of leaving a single bruise on your skin horrifies him. And that’s why.
He carefully takes your panties off, dragging them along your legs until they get discarded next to the pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. Yunho can’t help himself and peeks through the door, the floorboards cracking and making Mingi’s broad shoulders stiffen. He adjusts his stance, blocking Yunho’s view of your exposed body. You are still his, until he says so. Maybe t’is the sudden spark of possessiveness, but he leans forward and wastes no time getting his tongue all over your core. He can’t help but to hum when his tongue drags down and sinks inside your pussy, wet and warm and always so inviting. His.
Yunho brings his hand down to the bulge of his sweats, embarrassingly strained against his boxers and begging to be touched. His jaw tightens at the airy moans escaping your lips. He wonders-- no, he knows you could be much louder than this. He can tell by how loud your pussy is already, barely eaten and already so disgustingly wet. He sees the muscles of Mingi’s arm work, your legs come into view, extending in pure bliss with the sweetest of moans. He squeezes himself through the fabric of his sweats, and if you were paying close attention you’d been able to hear his strained, low moan in the dead silence of the apartment. He’s losing patience. He needs to touch you, needs you louder. You are too quiet, he can hear how your moans get stuck in your throat, escaping only in the cutest, mildest of whimpers. You can do so much better.
He can do you so much better.
You feel Mingi’s head part from your pussy. There is a strange stillness in the air, you are about to raise your voice in a question when you feel Mingi’s fingers slide inside of you in one swift, brutal motion. You let out a surprised moan. Mingi can feel the way you clench around his fingers, his big eyes going from your mouth to where Yunho is holding onto his wrist, using his hand to finger your pussy. He looks up at his friend with big, confused eyes, like a student who can’t figure out the last question to his pop quiz. Yunho nods at him, then drags Mingi’s hand out before pushing it back, setting a torturous quick pace. God, he wants to bury his whole fist inside you, but he can’t get more than this. He needs Mingi to believe his intentions are selfless. He needs Mingi to think that he doesn’t want to fuck the shit out of his girlfriend in front of him.
Mingi wrist hurts with the strength Yunho is holding it with. He watches his best friend use his fingers to finger you, your pussy squeezing around them and coating them in a thick later of arousal. His fingers slide out of you and there’s a pause followed by the slick sounds of tongue over skin. It's hard for you to imagine Mingi sucking at his fingers to taste you, but it's even harder to think that Mingi is letting his best friend suck on his fingers to do just that.
It’s normal, Mingi thinks, given the circumstances. For a single second that strange, loud silence comes back before all of a sudden, you feel him flush himself against your pussy, tongue flat against your labia and nose poking at your clit. Underneath your own scream, you can feel the way Mingi also seems to let out a muffled, surprised moan. It reverberates deliciously on your core, knees coming together to push him even harder against you.
Yunho’s hand is tangled around Mingi’s unbleached roots, forcefully rubbing his best friend’s face against your pussy with burning impatience. Mingi lets him push his face flat against your cunt, his skin wet with your slick and his saliva every time Yunho forces his tongue to press against your gaping pussy. Yunho’s aching to touch you, yet this is the closest he gets. He lifts Mingi’s head, his big eyes looking up at him only to see the mask practically slipping from his face at this point. Yunho's chest is heaving up and down at the sight of your pussy, puffy and pink and abused. It’s begging for him to fuck you. He nudges Mingi’s head in a silent yet commanding motion, and Mingi simply obeys. Mingi starts eating you out a bit roughly, teeth bare and grazing at your clit from time to time, causing your hips to buckle. It feels strange, hesitant, but you can’t help the delicious way the familiar warmth settles in your lower abdomen with every sharp drag of his nose against your clit.
“Baby, can I ask you a question?” he asks. Yunho watches how a thin thread of your slick stretches between his lips when he speaks. He almost has to hold back the thought of licking it from Mingi’s lips himself “Do you want me to be rough?”
Yunho sees the way Mingi’s hand sweetly caresses your leg absentmindedly as he speaks to you. It makes him sick. He hates the way your voice is just as sweet and sincere when you answer.
“Yeah, a bit” It does fuel his ego, though, the fact the he has been right all along ”I like it that it feels like you are mad at me”
“Why?”
“I-I don’t know” you mutter, suddenly feeling ever more exposed than you already are.
There’s another silence, but you can hear it. Faint, truly almost imperceptible. Then Mingi asks:
“Is there anything I should be mad about?”
You think about the stares. The ones Yunho gives you sometimes. Even when his smile tugs at his lips, it doesn’t reach his eyes. His dark, cold and invasive eyes that seem to burn through you. They send a shiver down your spine, further down, every single time.
“No” you lie.
“Then why?” he bites his lip before hesitantly adding “Is what we do not okay?”
“No!” you blindly throw your hands towards where his voice is coming from. Mingi and Yunho have the same thought. Your hands, they give it away. They search for his, grabbing at the one resting over your thigh. It’s big and warm and always so gentle on you “I love it. I was just worried about what’d you think of me. That you might think I don’t like it when you make love to me. I love it when you make love to me”
You part your legs, silently begging him to fill you up and be the good boy he always is. Gentle, sweet, good. Mingi obliges, he could never deny anything you asked of him. You hear the sound of the condom unwrapping. Mingi can’t make eye contact with Yunho through the whole process, body turned away from him when he frees his hard cock from the restraint of his boxers. He can’t help the heat that spreads through his whole face all the way to the tip of his ears when he thinks about the way he could feel you clenching around his tongue when Yunho was holding his face against your pussy. His scalp still burns where his nails have scratched at it. He rolls the condom down his long dick, and without looking at Yunho he kisses you in the lips before pushing against your entrance.
The way he stretches you is as familiar as it’s agonizing. It always is. Size had been a problem in the beginning, the first few times Mingi had been too timid, too worried about hurting you. Every whimper, every muscle stiffening under his touch seemed to freeze him in place like a scared fawn at the sound of a broken branch. It had taken so long for both of you to work it out. You couldn’t tell him you sort of loved the way it hurt. You know that’d freak him out.
Mingi looks above his shoulder to where Yunho is standing. His blown eyes are fixed on you, they turn stern when they settle on Mingi. He gives him a nod, and Mingi bites down on his plush bottom lip before he obeys. He enters you with one thrust, nothing like the slow pace he’d take any other day to stretch you inch by inch. It feels good, you think: the burn, the painful stretch of his full hard cock inside you, claiming you in such a way. You don’t know what’s gotten into him, even if you have your suspicions.
But Mingi is frozen. The moment the pained moan escapes your lips his body stops. He can’t do it. His body just won’t let him. He hates it, hates himself, even if he can feel the way your cunt spasms around him. He wants to give you what you want, but the sole idea of hurting you shuts down his system, hands freezing and rhythm interrupted. You must know, you must be confused. Maybe annoyed? Bored. That’s what Yunho had said.
Yunho.
Mingi’s eyes go to his friend's. He’s not surprised to see he’s hard. Of course he is, has been for a while. Mingi just hadn’t wanted to look at it. Yunho’s a good friend, but a man nonetheless. He can’t blame him, he thinks, not when he’s got you naked, blindfolded on the bed in his dark, messy room. They lock eyes, Mingi’s fall to Yunho’s hard cock begging to be freed, then back up. There is a question in his eyes, one that he doesn’t need to ask.
Yunho understands when Mingi gets out of you with a lie.
“The condom feels weird. I’m going to change it, okay? Sorry”
Checkmate.
“It’s okay. Thank you, baby” you say.
Mingi gets down from the bed. There’s the familiar rustling of the condom wrapper, and the unfamiliar weight of something else. It’s been here for a while. The bed sinks under his weight. The next time you feel his hands place themselves on your knees they feel cold, reverent. The first thing you notice is that he doesn’t kiss you before he aligns himself at your entrance again. Mingi always kisses you, almost as if asking for permission, or thanking you beforehand. Your suspicions are confirmed when you feel it go in. The loud yelp that comes out of you isn’t just because of the torturous way in which he bottoms out in one thrust. It’s the way it stretches you. Mingi has never felt this way: big, yes, but never this thick.
Never this angry.
He stills when he’s all the way in, and you can feel it throbbing inside you. His hands dig into the flesh of your legs, fingernails leaving crescents as he lifts them together and props them against his broad shoulders. He grabs onto your thighs, legs up in the air as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. The position catches you of guard, and your hands try to grab onto something to stop the embarrassing way your body keeps violently bouncing whenever his cock shoves itself back deep inside your pussy. Your moans resonate in the room, hot and loud and incoherent. But he’s dead silent. If it weren’t for the way his hips fuck into you, you might have thought he wasn’t even interested. But you can tell, his cock so hard it hurts inside, fingertips digging into your flesh like he might crumble if he lets go. It hurts where his hips slap against your ass, too. It all makes you clench pathetically around him.
Yunho can’t help himself. It’s the way your pretty tits bounce with the rhythm of the way he fucks you, the same way he’s imagined a hundred times. The way your hands try to hold onto the sheets, the wall, anywhere. He hates that blindfold. He wants to see your cute, almost scared eyes when he starts breaking you. But he can’t have that. He should just be grateful, thankful to his best friend for trusting him like this. It had been painful to swallow the guttural moan that had risen from deep within his chest the moment he got a taste of how your cunt actually felt around him: tight, wet and inviting. His tongue drags along the side of your foot, and he doesn’t miss the sound you make, the slight flutter of your walls around him. He has to stop himself from not moaning loudly as he drags his tongue around it again, mouth sucking at your toes and cock deep inside your pussy.
Still keeping your legs straight, he lowers them until he has them against your chest. He presses them down, and you protest at the way your hamstrings hurt. Yunho doesn’t care, the crying making his cock twitch inside you. He pounds into you at a slower pace, but the way his cock slides inside of you at this new angle, impossibly deeper, doesn’t really let you rest. You can’t believe how easily it goes in now, and neither does Yunho. He has fantasized about touching you underneath tables with Mingi next to you, only to find out you were already wet and waiting for him to slide his fingers through your pretty lips, puffy and needy. But he could have never thought his cock could slide easily after just a few thrusts with how wet your were, the obscene sound of your abused pussy the only thing that could be heard in the quiet dorm. Oh god, how he wishes Seonghwa or San would come through the door. First they’d hear your babbling cries, followed by the wet sounds of your soaked pussy the closer they got. Then they’d get to Mingi’s room, its owner standing in a corner while he pounds his pretty girlfriend into the mattress in front of him.
Mingi’s voice comes back. It’s close, but somehow feels far away.
“Does it feel good?”
His voice is shy, dry. It also doesn’t match the relentless way he’s fucking you. But you know that.
“Y-yeah”
Yunho presses his mouth to Mingi’s ear, breath jaded and hot with what he wants to ask.
“Do you like it rough?” Mingi repeats, bashful.
“I like it” you babble “Your cock feels so good”
Something inside Yunho snaps.
Maybe is the heat getting to his head but he’s sure that you know. Sure that you’ve figured it out and you are loving the way his cock brutally pounds into you. Sure that you are speaking directly to him.
He pulls out of you and brings your legs down, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you cold. Your legs are sore and it takes you a moment to check if you can still feel them, a tingling sensation running through them when Yunho settles them back on the bed. His big hands grab at your hips, the easiness with which he’s twisting your body and turning you around makes your arousal spread further down your thighs. The moment your ass comes into view he slaps it, hard. The sound makes Mingi wince where he stands next to the bed, and his hand rises to stop Yunho from doing it again, but then he hears it. A lewd, shaky moan coming from your pretty mouth. The mouth that says such sweet things to him. The one you use to tell him how much you love him.
Yunho gives him a look, and Mingi steps back.
Yunho’s hands grab at your hips and you let a whimper at the way he drags you across the bed and towards him. He props your ass up, his other hand coming to the back of your head to push your face flush against the mattress. He slaps your ass again, the way it jiggles making him swallow a low grunt in the back of his throat. He kneads at your ass, grabbing the flesh with so much strength it hurts. You can’t wait to see the bruises it leaves behind, even if you feel guilty. But yet again, you are not to blame, are you?
His fingers drag lower and push inside your pussy without warning, not that he could give you one. He starts fingering you at a frantic speed that has you squirming underneath him, delighted words of protest muffled by the sheets by now stained with your spit, they feel damp against your skin. You try to push yourself up, your hands uselessly pressing against the bed. The resistance makes Yunho’s grip on your nape stronger, and any attempt to break from his grip is futile. The way your feet sway in the air accompanied by the muffled sound of your desperate moans is making a cold heat spread through Yunho’s chest, he can feel a strange shiver travel from his spine all the way to the tip of his cock, red and leaking and aching to be inside you again. He leans forward slightly and spits into your swollen pussy, the drool making the disgusting sounds coming out of it louder.
There are so many things he wants to say to you. So many disgusting, borderline cruel things he wants to ask and say to you. One above them all, though. He hates it the moment it pops into his head. Every single time.
His fingers get out of you with a wet sound that makes his cock jerk in protest, desperate to stretch you out like that’s what its meant to do. He carelessly collects your hair in a ponytail, strands of hair left out and falling around your face when he forces you to lift it from where it’s been drooling on the bed. The arch of your back it’s a sight he wants to commit to memory, and so is the feeling of his cock bottoming out once again, fitting perfectly like it’s meant to be. You and him.
And Mingi.
He pulls at your hair, forcing your back to arch uncomfortably while he mercilessly fucks into you. He thinks about taking his time, dragging his dick in and out, savoring the feeling of your pussy sucking him in over and over again. But he can’t help himself. He wants to fuck you. You deserve to be fucked like this.
The sound of skin against skin echoes through the four walls of Mingi’s room while he watches Yunho bury his cock deep inside you, your mouth hanging open in a string of silent moans. Yunho tugs at your hair until your hands rise from where your nails have been desperately digging onto the sheets. He lifts your upper body by the hair, back arching against his chest and hands aimlessly trying to settle anywhere. They find their place at your thighs, nails scratching at your own skin completely lost in the way Yunho ruts into you, his breathing fanning over your neck. You can hear them now, the faintest, repressed groans rumbling against his ribcage. You clench around him, and that earns you to be pushed against the bed once again, one hand pressing at the back of your neck while Yunho brutally fucks into you in a way that makes Mingi want to look away. He doesn’t, though.
Usually this is Yunho’s favorite position. But there’s that thought in the back of his head. Haunting, disgusting.
He thinks back to his mocking question to Mingi.
“Do you only fuck missionary?”
He had been so smug about it at the time. He hates how foolish he feels now. Loathes it.
He flips you with ease until you are on your back again, and he almost feels bad by how dizzy you must be. He wishes he could see your lost eyes, glassy and pleading and fucked-out. He pushes your legs open and when he starts to thrust inside, the thought comes back, so loud he can’t help himself. It’s the way your lips part, bruised and pink with the threads of saliva trailing down your chin and glimmering on the faint light of Mingi’s desk lamp. Your hair sprawled across the sheets, messy and ruined. Your body beneath his, so small in comparison, so fragile and willing for him. You feel so hot underneath his touch.
The thought slips out.
“So pretty” he moans, breathless.
Mingi doesn’t hear it, and neither do you. It’s almost inaudible under the constant tearing of your moans. He doesn’t care, really.
He buries his head on the crook of your neck, his full body pressing against yours as his cock thrusts impossibly deep. The feeling of his full body weight flush against yours is as overwhelming as it’s intoxicating. His hot, hectic breathing fans at your neck, and you can taste the saltiness of his skin where your lips brush against his shoulder. The rhythm is erratic and yet the way his hips rut against your cunt is so controlled, practiced. It’s desperate and careless, yet precise. Yunho doesn’t want to think about Mingi, probably panicking next to the bed. At least one part of him. He saw Mingi’s hard cock when he was mercilessly fucking you, and he can always convince him. That’s the great thing about Mingi: he forgives. Especially him, he’d forgive him a thousand times.
He savors the feeling of your bodies pressed together, it feels hot to an agonizing point, sweat making your skin stick together. He understand Mingi for a moment, the fear of breaking you. It doesn’t scare him though, instead it makes a blinding heat rush to his head.
“I love the way you fuck me” you whisper with your lips pressed against his earlobe, the words pushing through your lips in a broken, desperate cry.
The thin thread holding Yunho's sanity together snaps when he hears the subtlest hint of shame in your words. You are speaking to him. He knows it. These words are for him to hear, not Mingi, standing by the door. No, you don’t want him to hear you. Don’t want to break his huge, gentle heart. God you are so sweet, so twisted, maybe even more than he is. You feel his cock twitching inside you, and Yunho has to stop himself from cumming inside of you. Oh how he wishes he could take off the condom and bury his cock impossibly deep, bulge poking at your abdomen when he cums inside. But he can’t.
He pulls himself out and rips the condom off him, discarding it somewhere in the room. Had this been any other way he’d go right back into fucking you.
Maybe if he had met you sooner. Went to talk to you himself instead of encouraging Mingi to do it himself.
Mingi.
With a gesture of the hand he prompts Mingi to step closer, hurrying him and eyeing his hard cock with an impatient look. Mingi understands quickly, his dazed mind surprisingly sharp under the harshness of Yunho’s gaze. If he cums and you take the blindfold off to a Mingi still hard, the gig would be up. It never was on, really, but he can’t let Mingi know that. It’s supposed to be your little secret, is it not? Yunho strokes himself, doing his best to control his jaded breathing as he brings himself to his climax. Mingi doesn’t need to restrain himself, he whimpers and cries the way you are used to him doing when he starts jerking off alongside his best friend. He sees Yunho’s chest rise up and down, nostrils flaring right before long threads of cum spill from the red tip of his cock and into your stomach. God, what has he done to you? How did all this happen?
But you are happy, aren’t you?
Even when it’s his best friend jerking off and cumming into your skin. His best friend leaving your pussy satisfied and fucked properly. His best friend fucking his lovely girlfriend--
You feel the second thread of cum hit your skin as Ming lets a loud, almost surprised moan. You can feel it slightly to your left towards the foot of the bed, and you have to bite down a smile. Isn’t that so sweet of them?
You can hear their breathing, both of them, heavy and charged despite how quiet Yunho is trying to be. You remain sprawled on the bed, your chest rising and falling between whimpers. Yunho stares down at you with something akin to annoyance, eyes roaming your body with an expression of displeasure. His jaw clenches until the muscle pops up under the skin. He’s not used to this. Not used to leaving someone unsatisfied. He’s disgusted by the fact he came so quickly, when he had had in mind fucking you for so much longer, in so many other ways. Instead he came like a virgin schoolboy, leaving you unsatisfied when this was supposed to be his moment. What exactly did he prove, if he couldn’t make you cum before he even did? How could you do that to him?
God, he hates you.
“Mingi?” you innocently call, your slightly trembling hand reaching in the air for your boyfriend.
Mingi reaches for it immediately, getting on his knees next to the bed and placing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“I’m here”
Yunho observes the scene, mouth twisted in disgust. This is his cue to leave. He picks up his clothes from the floor, not really worried about making noise anymore and leaves the room. He has to stop himself from slamming the door on his way out.
He might be done, but this is not over.
If there’s anything Yunho hates the most in this world, that is to losing.
