Red Lights | Seonghwa, Hongjoong, San
pairings â seonghwa x reader, san x reader, hongjoong x reader
genre/s â smut, incubus AU, supernatural AU, multiple creampies, slight spanking, foursome, degradation, praising, overstimulation, edging, public sex
description â every Saturday, you visit a strange, empty bar just to see the handsome bartender that works there. It isn't empty, however - not this time.
warning/s â nsfw, dom/sub themes, crying
a/n â I have to quickly upload this unedited bc I have to go to work đȘ but I hope it's okay lol. I saw someone refer to these three as the "demon line" and I couldn't get it out of my head đ„Ž
On a late Saturday night, wearing a dress, thick stockings and a jacket, you pulled into a park in a mostly empty parking lot. The dim neon lights of a bar flickered nearby, shining red light across your dashboard.
You were still mildly drowsy from napping earlier that afternoon, in preparation for staying up late tonight. A drink would swiftly fix that. Even though hardly anyone came to this particular bar, you visited every weekend - drawn there by habit now, and a desire that made your ears burn.
As you entered, you immediately looked towards the bar table.Â
Park Seonghwa was leaning against the counter set against the back wall, his cat-like eyes immediately meeting yours and setting your skin alight with excitement. His expression barely changed, glimmering only briefly with amusement. His tan skin was warm with the crimson lighting.
You knew what Seonghwa was, and it wasn't human. That was as far as you had gotten - you rarely shared much conversation.
"You're late," he teased. You blushed, "I overslept. Can I have a drink?"
He gave you a playful half-smile and turned away from you. He poured you a glass of whisky and ice, and slid it towards you.
You could see him closely now as you sat down. His dark hair was soft, shaven on the sides. His shoulders were broad in the white dress shirt he wore. His fingers were slender, his nails painted black. His scent was thick in the air, a hazy and sweet scent that made it hard to think clearly.
Seonghwa watched you stare at him for a few moments before speaking.
"Have you noticed anything different today?" He hummed curiously, his eyes twinkling. You blinked, realising you had looked only at him since entering.Â
You glanced around, now noticing the unusual fact that the bar was not empty.
Two men sat at the other side of the bar table, quietly observing you. The first had blond hair, a square jaw and an eyebrow piercing. His bare arms were exposed. He remained expressionless.
The second had a mess of black hair over his forehead, his almond shaped eyes filled with an emotion that rather resembled the curiosity of a cat. He met your gaze and grinned broadly.
They looked strangely familiar, but you could not place why.Â
All of a sudden the two were standing, making their way towards you. You felt a blush spread from your ears to your chest.Â
You could hardly stand just Seonghwa's attention. And their interest felt similar to his - it burned, it was intoxicating, it made you dizzy with heat.Â
The two dropped into the stools either side of you.
"San," Seonghwa gestured to the blonde, and then to the remaining stranger, "and Hongjoong."
You nodded to each of them, unable to keep their gazes for long.
"They're familiar, huh," Seonghwa began, licking his lips, leaning across the bar table so that you could feel his hot breath on your face, "why is that?"Â
You paused, briefly glancing at San and Hongjoong, and then it clicked.
San, with a thigh rough between your legs and his teeth on your neck.Â
Hongjoong with his fist tight around your hair, his cock down your throat.Â
You had been with both of them on separate occasions. It had been a few years since, and Seonghwa had stained your mind recently, but now you could remember.
Seonghwa was only entertained by your revelation. He could sense your thoughts, your dirty thoughts that were accompanied by a growing arousal.Â
"You remember now, do you?" It was Hongjoong that spoke next, "I could tell you were a slut that night, but I didn't expect you wouldn't even remember me."
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and you shivered, and then he purred, "what should I do this time to make you never forget?"Â
"What should we do, you mean?"Â
San's eyes were dark like honey and swirling with lust. You could not help but notice the veins popping out of his biceps. He was tense with eagerness.
At that moment, you felt like prey. A wild hunger was electric in the air, and you felt as if you were wearing nothing - because they were all picturing that. You were vaguely aware of the fact that you were in a public bar, but that thought passed by shortly. That no longer mattered.Â
There was what felt like an incredibly long space of buzzing silence, and then it was impulsive San that moved first.
He was not entirely rough initially. He stood and interlaced his fingers with yours, and you held your breath as he kissed you. His lips were hot and plump, and you could taste him - he tasted like the sharp savoury of the whiskey you had just been drinking.
San's tongue flicked past your bottom lip, and you trembled when he dove deeper, his tongue against yours, his hands remaining in your hair. The sting of Hongjoong and Seonghwa's eyes was drowned out by the rushing of blood against your ears.
And then he pulled away, taking with him a strand of saliva. He seemed unaffected - you, on the other hand, were swaying in your chair.Â
"You're already fucked out, and we haven't even touched you," commented Hongjoong with a broad grin, and then he grabbed your hair and made you look at him, uttering lowly, "you can't take three of us, can you?"
You responded in defiance by dipping forward and kissing him deeply, catching him off-guard and finding his tongue before he pulled back. Hongjoong was only laughing, bright with entertainment.
"Okay, then. Let's see how much you can handle."
With that fistful of hair, Hongjoong dragged you to your feet - though you did not object and obediently rose. He pushed you across the bar table on your belly, and your interest rose to Seonghwa who was now inches from your face.
He crouched so that he was eye level with you, and you felt a thrill of excitement and arousal. Your vision was swallowed up by his irises, which were currently a deep shade of brown.
"I'm going to watch as they fill you up," he murmured, his voice velvety, "until you're drunk with their cocks. And then, I'll remind you why you keep coming back for me only."
You were still dizzied by Seonghwa's words when the sensation of jagged ripping came from between your legs. You quickly realised someone had torn a hole in your stockings.
Hongjoong was standing behind you, a wicked smile baring his teeth. He pulled aside your underpants before sliding two fingers between your slick pussy folds.
Your toes curled and you mewled, the first contact spreading coarse waves of pleasure over your skin. Hongjoong was skilled with his fingers, just as Seonghwa was - he seemed to already know you intimately.
He pinched your clit sharply and you cried out, burying your face in your arms. Seonghwa's hand found itself in your hair, tugging and forcing your head up.
"Look at me," he growled, and now his irises were a colour like blood, a dark ruby that seemed impossibly deep, "look at me as he makes you cum."
Your eyes were burning as Hongjoong worked you with his fingers, teasing your entrance, running his fingertips over your swollen clit.
Hongjoong pinched again, this time more harshly, and it tore an orgasm from you before you could anticipate it.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your legs trembling against the wooden surface beneath them. Your whole body felt light, buzzing with pleasure.
By the time your speckled vision cleared, Seonghwa was still looking down at you.
"She's a good girl," laughed Hongjoong, his voice cutting through your ringing ears, "she cums so easy."
"She's greedy, though," Seonghwa replied, "you can tell she already wants more."
Seonghwa knew you best, in the end. He could tell you were throbbing in anticipation for more.Â
There was silence for a moment, as the three seemed to exchange wordless conversation, and then Seonghwa gave you that sweet smile that warned you he was plotting something.
"Kitten," he purred lowly, "I want you to look at me and me only. Don't look behind you. Got it?"
You nodded, locking eyes with him at once. There was another moment of silence, of quiet movement behind you, and then abruptly someone slid entirely inside of you.Â
It was all you could do not to look back, or close your eyes, or drop your head.Â
Seonghwa's expression warmed with amusement. He cupped your face, "who is that, (F/n)? Whose cock is it?"
You were quivering with pleasure as you stammered, unsure, "H-Hongjoong?"
A palm collided with your ass cheek and you gasped. Wrong answer, you supposed.
San's cock was thick, stretching you out deliciously. He growled, bucking his hips and fiercely hitting a spot that made you see stars.Â
"Fucking burn my cock into your memory," he cursed through gritted teeth
Already you felt drunk, your head spinning as San fucked you hard, with ferocity you had never experienced before. He resembled am animal, his fingers clawing at your back and grasping your ass, his hips moving strong and fast.Â
You could not help but cum again, this time harder than the first, and San was still relentless, practically throwing you across the table with each thrust. Your vision blurred with tears, your own cries distant beneath the ringing of your ears.
Finally, with partial relief and disappointment on your part, he came with a loud, animalistic grunt. You could feel his hot cum dripping down the insides of your thighs - there must have been a lot.
Seonghwa was almost affectionate as he stroked your sweat thick hair, humming, "good girl. You took it well."
It was Hongjoong's turn, and he emitted a low whistle as he positioned himself behind you.
"You should see this, Hwa, she's overflowing."
He teased your clit and you thrashed, over-sensitive. Hongjoong laughed, and his voice was close to your ear when he spoke.
"What happens if you're finished after me? Can you take Seonghwa as well?"
You could tell now that Hongjoong had a propensity for making fun.Â
"Do your worst," you responded casually, though you could not mask the tremble in your voice.
Hongjoong laughed again, and then filled you up once more.
Your whole body was alight with pleasure and fatigue, and your pussy was throbbing with overstimulation, but Hongjoong's thrusts were easier than San's.
He was, however, more calculating. He would pull out, leaving you aching and empty, and then push his cock fully inside of you when you least expected it. He slid the head of his cock between your folds, teasing your clit. His thumb would rub harsh circles.
It was like being on a roller-coaster. Just when an orgasm surged towards you, Hongjoong would withdraw and you'd be cruelly left till the heat bled away. Soon you were desperate and teary eyed, and without restraint you sobbed and pleaded.
"Please, please let me cum, please."
Hongjoong would only chuckle, "should I? Really?"
Just when you thought about reaching back and finishing yourself off, because it was driving you crazy, Hongjoong slid his cock inside of you, pumped a few times, pulled out, and came over your back.
His voice cut through the blood rushing against your ears.Â
"I'll let someone else have the good part~. He can hardly stand still anymore, see?"
And to confirm Hongjoong's observation, you lifted your heavy head to look at Seonghwa. His whole body was tense with an emotion you could not decipher. He had been watching too long.Â
Your muscles were hollow with weariness as you pushed yourself up onto the bar table. You shuffled towards him, hanging your legs off the edge. Seonghwa found his place between them out of habit. His face was close, his breath steady and slow. He did not speak for a moment, keeping his gaze trained on yours.
His eyes were impossibly intoxicating. Soon you forgot that Hongjoong and San were observing in the background.Â
"You had fun, didn't you?" Seonghwa hummed, softening for a moment. He could not help his fondness for you.Â
You nodded, but then you hesitated, "I'm not finished having fun yet."
A low growl emerged from deep in Seonghwa's chest.
"Such a dirty girl," he mumbled, "will you still say that after I'm done with you?"
You felt his cock sliding through your folds, but you did not dare break eye contact.
A wide, bright grin stretched across Seonghwa's porcelain face. He wasted no more time, pushing inside of you till you were full of him.
His eyes rolled upwards and your thighs squeezed his waist simultaneously. Why did he feel so good?Â
Seonghwa's thrusts were sharp and his cock was perfect, but it was his wild expression that really sparked your arousal.Â
You could see the whites of his eyes. His perfect raven hair was a mess now, shining with sweat. Hot puffs of breath pooled on your cheeks. Your head lulled back and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by a fog of pleasure. His hips were consistently pounding against you.
"Take it," he said through gritted teeth, an iron grip forcing your thighs further apart, "cum for me."Â
Seonghwa's fingers rubbed circles on your clit and tears rolled down your face, and you managed to sob out a desperate "thank you," before you burst into orgasm.
Your third orgasm made your vision blur - you could not tell if it was the tears from earlier or the impact. If not for Seonghwa's grasp on your legs, you would have thrashed about, the pent up energy expanding at once.
As you recovered, your half lidded eyes peering dazedly at Seonghwa, the expression on your face seemed to target his soft spot. He growled, fucked you hard for a few more moments, and then plunged entirely inside of you and came.
"Fucking hell," he spoke between breaths, "you've never looked so ruined, (F/n)."
But you were too exhausted to reply, and you were focussed on the sensation of hot cum pooling between your legs.
Seonghwa's attention flickered past you. You realised San and Hongjoong were still there, their eyes bright with amusement.Â
"Shall we do that again another time?" It was Seonghwa that spoke, lifting your chin with his forefinger to make you look at him.Â
Your cheeks flushed as you responded quickly, "why not now?"
