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[ao3feed-ladynoir]

After Ladybug's absolute defeat, a series of events trigger a permanent state of shock in Marinette who decides that it is time to change her strategy. ● Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Needs a Hug ● Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Nino Lahiffe, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain

[pxe2k]

[oldlustatz]

crème de la crème | seonghwa

type: smut, royalty au, park seonghwa

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: determined to marry you, lust was one of the factors to want to marry you.

the ball. the grand ball so grandeur it would be filled with specifically selected guests. they all turn out to be of royalty as well, which meant classical talk, what’s been a trend - boring stuff. the only good thing at the ball was being able to dance with multiple people and not have to worry about seeing them again for a year.

“you’re wearing this dress,” honey, a stylist and your personal maid, announced, splaying the big and fluffy dress on your king sized bed. you nodded your head in acknowledgement. “come here, let’s put you in it fast.”

the dress was.. both uncomfortable and comfortable. it didn’t suffocate you at all, but it was so huge it was uncomfortable to move in. you huffed at honey, who motioned you to stand on the platform and began unraveling the laces behind your back.

“what are you doing?”

“we’re finding you another dress. i don’t think you’d enjoy dancing in this horrendous attire.”

and you agree. honey settled with a flowy satin dress, smooth against your skin and easy to walk around in. she did your hair and your makeup fully accustomed to how you wanted to look for the night, and upon looking at yourself in the mirror; you truly looked different.

the ball had started while you were getting ready, and walking down the red carpet colored grand staircase caught the guests attentions, smiles beaming up at you and eyes glistening from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. as soon as you landed, you shook hands with those who greeted you. exchanging a few hellos and how are yous had already worn you out, it reminded you of how grand balls were sometimes not your thing.

the ball room contained fewer people than you had expected, which only made it easier for you to glide through the marble floors to your parents. you recognized a few faces, some of them you don’t recognize at all. one of them belonged to a handsome prince, speaking to a girl about his age. he was handsome, like he came out from one of the books you read at the library in your castle.

“good evening,” you said, bowing your head to the people your parents were speaking with. they bowed theirs in return, the smile you saw them with never left their faces. “i apologize as i was a tad bit late to the party.”

“not at all!” the king, your father, gushed. he proceeded to introduce you to the pair in front of them, boasting about the achievements you’ve gained recently. it became embarrassing, so you excused yourself from the circle and left the room.

you found yourself wandering the well-lit hallways, admiring the paintings that decorated the walls, adorned with bust statues sitting on pedestals. rococo paintings protected by the gold frames matched the statues well, and the red drapes across from it that hung just at the top of the top-to-bottom windows. you thought maybe the castle was designed a bit much.

“why are you here all by yourself?” a voice not too far behind you said, their voice echoing continuously down the hallway. “a princess like you shouldn’t be alone in the hallways.”

you turned on your heel, only to be greeted by the boy who you thought was handsome. and he was. he had blonde hair styled so precisely that it made him look intimidating, lips so lucious you were tempted to kiss them and eyes that bore into the windows of your soul made you quiver. he had power and he wasn’t afraid to use it.

“i got tired,” you told him, inching yourself closer to him as he strided towards you. “may i.. ask your name?”

“in love with me already?” he asked ever so cockily, making you roll your eyes and staring up at the moonlight shining through the tall windows. the stars were beginning to come out, and you began to picture the constellations on them. “my name is seonghwa. and i’m assuming you’re the princess.”

“isn’t it obvious?” you retorted to get back at his remark a little while ago. he smiled, standing next to you to stare at the stars. “you followed me, didn’t you?”

“yep,” he responded. “i just thought i’d show you something. is there a place here where no one ever goes to?”

of course. there’re about a million rooms in the castle that you probably don’t know about. nodding, seonghwa asked you to guide him as he apparently has never been in your castle. you led him to the room next to yours. you banned anyone from going in there as it was your space to cool down and relax, something that you always do when you’re not outside in the garden.

“and you’re sure people won’t come in here?” seonghwa asked, eyes exploring every trinket in the private room as you locked the door, making sure that no one will be able to get in.

“yes, what is it that you wanted to show me?” you said, looking at him and finding him holding a cherub figurine. he looked at you, putting the small figurine down and gesturing you to come to him, his finger curling towards him. you obeyed. “what?”

his hand snaked to your waist, pulling you so close to him you could feel the chains at the front of his suit. seonghwa’s face was dangerously close yours, his eyes dilated when staring into your eyes. his free hand made its way to your jaw, pulling your face to his and kissing you. oh, the kiss.

it felt like getting electrocuted. your spine sent electricity up and down, your mind.. a mess. the way he kissed you was something you won’t ever forget, and you don’t think seonghwa wants you to forget the time he made himself known to your heart. but the second he inched his lips away, you wanted more.

“what are you doing to me..?” you whispered, lingering for his kiss. he only chuckled, planting a soft peck on your cheek.

“let’s have some fun, darling,” he told you.

and who knew that having fun involved the lewdest of all activities?

seonghwa had you on your knees by command, looking directly up at him and awaited him. he fumbled with his white pants, pushing down to his feet and kicking them off to allow him more movement. “open your mouth, princess.”

he pumped his member painfully slow, making sure your eyes take in the visual and made you wait, mouth open with your tongue sticking out, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want seonghwa to stuff his hot, stiff and leaking member in your mouth.

your imagination had run wild, lewd images of yourself and seonghwa began flashing in your mind. you hadn’t realized seonghwa had stuffed your mouth with his cock, hard, hot and heavy. you could feel his leaking fluid pooling in your mouth, the veins of his shaft throbbing inside. your core now wetter than ever, you just wanted him inside of you.

“fuck..” he muttered, eyes shutting and lips parting as he tilted his head up. his hips thrusted, oh so heavenly and god-like. seonghwa let out the most erotic groans, unbelievable to the fact that such groans left his luscious lips so gorgeously. “you feel so fucking good around me..”

you could feel yourself throbbing, hungry. you wanted seonghwa inside of you at this moment, whining and moaning at the thought as he thrusted his hips in and out of your oral cavity. your imagination ran wild yet again, this time the images in your head much lewder than before. seonghwa had pulled you up from the floor.

the side of his face was illuminated by the moonlight, chest heaving and his blonde hair now tousled and a mess. his eyes.. they screamed lust, desire and hunger. he had the nastiest smirk on his face, a smirk that will now be engraved in your memory every time you blink later in the night, before you sleep, when you take another bath - a smirk that will be every where you look. what has seonghwa done to you?

“you’re in it tonight, princess.. be good to me.”

[oldlustatz]

[ 12:23 PM ] “y-yeosang- i-i-i don’t think i can cum anymore..!” you whimpered that was soon drowned by your strained moans as yeosang pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly. you were about to have your third orgasm for the day, already worn out by the previous two. “ye-yeosang...! i can’t!”

“you can do it, princess,” he told you, eyes filled with lust dawning on your face as his fingers sinfully thrusted in and out of your sensitive yet wet core. “you made it through two. you can make it through this one.”

you shook your head, grasping his arm so tightly you were sure it’d leave marks. you were supposed to go out with your friends in an hour, but yeosang didn’t want you to leave just yet. now you knew why he didn’t want you to leave. your orgasm reached its peak and washed over your body like the beach waves engulfing your entire being. your throat felt so strained from moaning so much, his name leaving your lips beautifully.

“p-please.. i have to get ready..” you begged him, eyes watering. thinking that he had his final moment for the day with you, your heart fluttered upon seeing him push down his sweatpants, revealing his pink leaking member. “fuck..”

“last one princess.”

[oldlustatz]

[ 6:25 AM ] “hongjoong, if you do anything dumb during the wedding, i’ll murder you when we get home,” you threatened to your boyfriend, who was spraying cologne all over his body. he turned to you, your eyes catching his through the reflection of the mirror. “please! i’m begging you-“

“hah, beg,” hongjoong joked, pushing the cap on his cologne and placing it on the dresser. he grabbed the silver necklace he purchased as a promise gift, he thought it would be nice to get you a promise gift after witnessing your female cousin get engaged. “i’m sorry, what was that you were saying?”

he was being incredibly ridiculous, as you were allowed to invite him to the wedding. you glared at him, “i swear to god, if you do not keep your hands off of me.”

“what are you going to do about it, princess?” he teased, walking over to you with the necklace unclasped so he could put it on you. he stood behind you, a teasing and mischievous smile on his face that is now burned in your mind. “i do what i want with you. you won’t expect it anyway.”

“hongjoong-“

“okay, fine,” he gave in, wrapping the shiny jewelry around the base of your neck and clasping it together. hongjoong pressed a kiss on your nape, making your spine shiver from the sudden affection. he nipped lightly on the spot where you’re most sensitive, earning a sigh of pleasure from you. “but that’s only because you said ‘i’m begging you.’”

upon rolling your eyes, hongjoong snickered and pressed a kiss on your cheek before grabbing his blazer from the bed and draping it over his forearm. he turned to you with a smile on his face, “shall we head to your cousin’s house, my dear?”

[ 6:38 PM ] and how foolish of you to believe that hongjoong will keep his hands off of you. after the wedding, hongjoong approached you as you were one of the bridesmaids, lip caught between his incisors and you knew what he was up to. “i missed you.”

“hongjoong, i was literally up at the altar, you could see me clearly,” you told him, watching him take off his blazer to drape it on your shoulders. you stared at how his white button up shirt and gray slacks perfectly outlined his muscular body, and it only made it worse when hongjoong began to unbutton his sleeve cuffs and roll his sleeves up his forearm, revealing his veiny arms. hongjoong wasn’t stupid, he saw the way you stared at him, and this only made him smirk with pride.

“are you liking what you’re seeing?” he asked, nodding towards a group of girls whispering amongst each other while staring at your extremely attractive boyfriend. you followed his gaze before looking directly back at him. “clearly they’re enjoying looking at me.”

you stayed quiet this time, slight jealousy beginning to burn up in your stomach. hongjoong leaned to your ear, a hand resting on your waist as his thumb rubbed softly against your dress. “don’t you want them to know i’m yours, babygirl?”

you looked at him, “hongjoong.. we’re literally at a wedding. you know you’re my boyfriend, they can look at you all night if they wanted to.”

he smiled at this, “alright, your word.”

“what does that even mean?”

he shrugged, grabbing your hand to walk to his car to drive to the wedding venue. it was unusual that he led you to his side of the car, only for him to lean you against the car with his arms trapping you. you hugged his blazer, staring at his dark, lustful eyes. “fuck, i can’t keep my thoughts pure in that church - you just.. looked so fuckin’ hot..”

he grinded against you, feeling his bulge press against you as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips that contradicted his sinful hips grinding against yours. “hongjoong.. not now, please.. there are people right over there..”

he cocked his head lightly, noticing how not one person left to go to their car as they were too busy congratulating the newly wedded couple. “they’re not even looking, princess.”

you gasped softly, placing your hands on his waist to prevent him from doing more. you wanted to beg him to stop, and once your lips parted to tell him to stop, he pulled away. he looked into your eyes, orbs dark with lust and hunger and you just knew you won’t be able to return your dress as he would rip it off of your body by the time you get home.

you walked around to the passenger’s seat, seeing how the guests have started walking away from the church and to their cars. glaring at hongjoong across the roof of the car, he returned it with a smirk that you knew too well.

at the venue, hongjoong stuck next to you as best as he could. constantly whispering dirty things into your ear that only made your core tremble in excitement and nervousness, and it didn’t help the fact that hongjoong looked extra spicy and hot when he’s had champagne in his system.

his hands never left your thigh, your waist and your ass. he’d invite you to dance on the dance floor to the soft melody by the band as he whispered the familiar words he had been telling you all night. “i can’t wait to fuck you senseless when we get home, princess. all night.. long.”

you blushed, leaning close to his shoulder and embracing him closely. “joong..”

“do you want me?” he whispered, pressing a kiss on your temple as he faced you eye to eye. oh how dark his eyes had gotten. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him. you nodded your head, enough for him to get the signal. but he smirked, “but you kept turning me away. did you not?”

“joong, please,” you whispered back, eyes beginning to water from desperation. hongjoong was never ever able to refuse your eyes that begged for him, so he grabbed your hand and led you to your table to gather your belongings from your table. “are we going home?”

“what do you think?” he asked, draping his blazer over your shoulders again before proceeding to drag out of the venue. you waved at your cousin, who waved back as you disappeared out of the place. “unless you want me to fuck you in the backseat.”

“god, please.”

he looked behind him, a mischievous grin on his face. “you’re such a dirty girl.”

[oldlustatz]

[ 7:18 AM ] “your highness, the princess has arrived.” prince seonghwa leapt out of his maroon quilted bed and walked through the gold decorated door. he had been expecting a princess as he was promised by the king, his father, that he would like her. though, seonghwa would love to his father try and set him up with a princess.

outside the castle parked a white carriage carried by a pair of large groomed white horses. the driver leapt out of his seat and opened the door with his hand extended upwards, soon taken by a hand that belonged to a girl. and she was gorgeous. but seonghwa couldn’t show that he thinks she’s pretty, keeping a stoic face as he waited for her to get to where he’s standing.

“good morning, princess y/n,” greeted seonghwa’s butler. you bowed your head to him, diverting your eyes towards the prince who was more gorgeous than your parents’ pick for you. you nodded your head. “your highness, the princess is here.”

“good morning,” he greeted, a smirk on his face that now burned into your memory. he was familiar, too familiar and he knew you remembered him. “i’d like to show you something. elrich, would you mind?”

“no, sir.”

clothes off, hair clips and gold-adorned suits were on the floor as seonghwa made himself known to you once again. he was the prince you found yourself infatuated with in one of the balls that was hosted at your castle. how do you remember? the way he filled you up and his words in your ears were one of the things you remembered. the other one? you fell in love with him.

“you’re just as good as i remember you,” seonghwa whispered, hand snaking down to your clit and beginning to rub you to hurry your orgasm up. and it worked. “fuck.. fuck, fuck, i missed you..”

“s-seonghwa..!” you moaned so desperately, signaling him that your orgasm was coming closer and closer. his hand left your core and began slamming his way inside of you, desperate for his high as well. screams bounced from wall to wall, letting everyone down the hallway that prince seonghwa was making you feel this food.

he groaned loudly, leaving your insides and warmth began to pool on your back. your body plopped against the quilted blanket, chests heaving. seonghwa plopped down next to you, leaning to press a kiss on your forehead before intertwining your hands together.

“i’m going to marry you, i don’t care what your parents say.”

[oldlustatz]

[ 11:39 AM ] who would’ve thought that meeting your boyfriend’s member mate meant something completely different?

now you were splayed on the bed, chest heaving for the nth time of having your orgasm denied. your eyes threatened to spill as both san - your boyfriend - and wooyoung - his friend - took their time talking about what they wanted to do to you next.

“i wanna fuck her,” wooyoung suddenly said, which took san aback but he had another idea. “you can - i don’t know - fuck her throat, i guess?”

“i don’t think she can handle two dicks at the same time,” san said, which brought them into brainstorming again. “eat her out! then i’ll fuck her throat.”

how could they sound so delightful talking about these things? you groaned softly, core hungry for something to take care of it. wooyoung glanced at you, a mischievous smile on his face and nodded at what san said. they crawled back to bed, positioning themselves by your face and by your core. wooyoung’s hot breath fanned over your sensitive clit, making you jolt softly from his mouth. he hooked his hands under your thighs to keep you down, he doesn’t like it when you move much.

“princess, can you be good to me today?” san asked, hand caressing your cheek as he lovingly stared at you. fooled by his sweetness, you nodded, opening your mouth for him to lodge his leaking member into your oral cavity. wooyoung’s lips latched on your sensitive and needy core, tongue flicking against the hardened bud. it made you jump, humming against san’s shaft.

wooyoung devoured you like there was no tomorrow, fingers digging into your flesh as you squirmed out of his grasp, but you couldn’t as san had you to himself as well. you groaned, sending vibrations on his shaft that only made him moan your name.

“fuck,” wooyoung muttered against you, his low voice sent vibrations that would be enough to send you into the abyss. “your girlfriend tastes so good..”

“right?” san agreed, snorting in response as he began to thrust himself in your mouth. your eyes began to water, not sure how to handle such things being done to you.

and you thought that it’d only last when the both of them cum, but they have the sex drive of a sex god.

[oldlustatz]

[ 4:12 PM ] you stayed in the study hall to do your homework so that you wouldn’t have to do them in the girls’ dormitory, wanting to get over it in an instant. the sound of aged pages flipping back forth and the scribbling of sharp quills against the crisp aged parchment were the noises you became very much used to, and the more you wrote against the parchment the less you get cringes from it.

a tap on your shoulder distracted you from your work, and it was park seonghwa. he had a smile on his face, sitting himself down next to you with his legs on either side of the seat. your face began to heat up, wanting to ignore him and you now have a reason to do so. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you for a kiss on the cheek.

“what time are you finishing up?” he asked, pulling away to pull out his homework from his bookbag. you gave him a side glance before letting out a sigh of annoyance.

“later,” you told him.

“what time is later?” he asked, dipping his quill into his ink jar and began to scribble away, the noise so close to you making you cringe slightly. “i wanna do something before heading to the common room.”

“what is it that you want from me?” you asked him, staring at your book to write what you had just read. seonghwa’s hand snaked under your chin, tilting it to face him and he had the most stoic face. you bit your lip lightly, eyebrows furrowing upon knowing what it’s like to snap for merely a second with seonghwa.

“what time is later?” he asked a little more sternly, making your heart beat so fast that your answers became more and more immediate. this made him smirk, satisfied with the effect he had on you. he became soft yet again, leaning to peck your lips softly. “meet me at the usual. no later than five.”

“i will,” you told him, watching his smug figure leave the hall and disappear from your sight as soon as he turned to the left of the grand doors. shaking your head, you busied yourself with schoolwork, only to find yourself hurriedly scribbling on the parchment to get over it quicker.

you wanted to meet seonghwa already, so you put your homework away and hoisted your bookbag on your shoulder, feet clambering underneath to meet him before five o’clock. the hallways were beginning to darken due the moon rising, the darkness soon to engulf you before reaching the lavatory. thankfully, it wasn’t the one moaning myrtle was in, but it was a moaning mess whenever you and seonghwa got it on in the lavator.

“i’m here,” you announced, casting a locking charm on the door to prevent anyone from coming in. seonghwa’s arms immediately wrapped themselves around you, wasting no time and latching his luscious peach-pink lips on your neck, licking the patch of skin that only made you desperate for more and a moaning mess.

seonghwa’s hands grasped you and turned you around, your back against the door and his lips now attached to yours. he kissed you, hungrily and passionately and lovingly. your hands rested on his neck, lips inching away for air and closing together for another heated session.

“we need to make this fast,” seonghwa muttered. “i don’t want you to get caught sneaking back in the common room again.”

seonghwa mounted you on the sink, moving your skirt out of the way and fumbling with his zipper. he didn’t want to waste any time taking off your clothes, so he opted for pushing your panties aside and fucking you that way. he’s never done it like that before.

everything was happening in the dark, the moonlight barely illuminating the both of you. seonghwa bit your covered shoulder, muffling his breathy groans as he listened to your melodical moans and his name that became the only word that leaves your mouth. his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could get deeper. and he reached the spot where he had never been before, and seonghwa kept abusing it. abusing it, and abusing it.

the overflowing pleasure was too much to handle that they stored themselves in your tears, flowing down your face as you reached your deserved high. while you cried, seonghwa stared at you like you were the most magnificent gem in the world, like you had just casted the most perfect patronus during class. like you were the girl he wanted to marry.

“i love you.”

seonghwa thrusted himself to reach his high, which only let you ride your high to its extent. he pulled out, staining your thigh-high socks with his fluids. he let out the most satisfied sigh, leaning to give you a kiss that lasted two seconds but felt like two hours.

“i love you,” he repeated. “i know that now.”

“slytherins fall in love?” you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in. he pulled a gorgeous smile. “about time, mr. park seonghwa.”