Title: 7 Minutes in Heaven
Rated: 18+
Contains: Hot make out sessions, teasing, dry humping, maybe some blue balling, maybe some tiny but of smut (idk we'll see)
Characters: Fem!Reader, ATEEZ
College/Roommate AU
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Special thanks to these cuties for inspiring me and giving me ideas: @minjoongsgirlie @landsharkfandomtrash
It was the last Saturday of the month.
And that only meant one thing for you and your friends.
Party night.
Every month, without fail, you all hosted a large party inviting friends, mutuals, and basically anyone you were cool with. It had become a tradition in your boarding house about a year ago.
You moved into the house two years earlier, after some messy drama in the dorms. Your dad’s friend, Seonghwa, happened to be running his home as a boarding house, and your dad thought it would be a better option for you.
Seonghwa had decided to open his place after his kids moved out. Being single, the house had started to feel too empty, too lonely.
And honestly, you couldn’t blame him.
Not when the house was this big.
Besides you, there were seven others living there. All of you got along surprisingly well, and the last two years have been great. No drama, no real fights, no boundaries being crossed. Everyone respected each other, and honestly, that was part of what made living there so easy.
You also liked that Seonghwa lived there too.
He’d quickly become a father figure to all of you, always making sure everyone was taken care of, always checking in, always somehow knowing when the fridge needed to be restocked. You almost never had to worry about what to eat.
And, not to mention… he was kind of a party animal himself.
Tonight, the house was full. Music blasted through the built-in speaker system, bass vibrating through the walls. Drinks were being shot back in the kitchen, a few people were in the pool, others crowded around the billiards table.
You, your roommates, and a couple of friends sat in a loose circle on the floor, an empty beer bottle resting in the center.
Truth or dare, spin the bottle edition.
You were probably the happiest person there, considering you’d spent most of the night making the boys kiss each other.
Easily the best part.
But when the bottle finally landed on you and you asked for a dare, the energy shifted.
You were dared to play seven minutes in heaven with whoever the bottle landed on when you spun it.
Suddenly, you weren’t laughing.
Everyone in the circle was painfully attractive, and you’d never say it out loud, but you’d definitely fantasized about almost all of them at some point.
…Including Seonghwa.
So, with a deep breath you reached forward and spun the bottle and bit down on your lip as you anxiously watched the bottle spin.
And when it finally came to a stop, the bottle had landed on…
Who does the bottle land on?
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I luv ur fics smm.so I wanna make a request.can you write a psh fic where he is a dilf , father of her best friend,ik it's kinda taboo but I will be glad if you consider it.
Our Secret – PSH
MINOR DO NOT INTERACT.
Pairing: dilf!Park Seonghwa x afab!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Genre: Age Gap Romance (Older Man/Younger Woman), Forbidden Dynamics, Sexual Awakening, Established Proximity/Slow Burn, Hidden Relationship/Secret, Dom/Sub undertones.
Please note: This content is for mature audiences due to the intense focus on the taboo element of the relationship (Father Figure/Best Friend) and the explicit sexual scenario. The story concludes with the establishment of a secret relationship. Reader discretion is advised. Dom/Experienced Male Partner, Sub/Inexperienced Female Partner, Age Gap (Adult/Legal), Feral/Hungry Kissing, Brief Wall Pinning/Roughness, Focus on Possessive Claiming/Urgent Need. SH need that cookie badly, isn’t he?
A/N: Let me give you a kiss, sender. What a pretty mind you have there. I wanted to make it longer but I don’t want to keep you waiting. It’s 1.4k only ;( I am sorry, sweetheart.
The Park household felt more like a second home than Minji’s. From elementary school scraped knees to late-night study sessions fueled by instant ramen, Y/N had practically lived in their suburban haven. Minji’s dad, Park Seonghwa, was the steady anchor of that life—a single father whose sharp features and gentle patience made him universally adored, even by Minji, who just wished him happiness regardless of who he dated.
For years, Seonghwa had been nothing more than the handsome, kind background noise of Y/N’s teenage life, a figure she’d exchange polite, distant greetings with before rushing upstairs. But time had a way of recalibrating perspectives. When Y/N turned twenty, trading baggy hoodies for more form-fitting clothes and developing a subtle confidence that softened her movements, Seonghwa started to notice the way the light caught the strands of her hair differently.
He began to pause in the hallway, his typical, warm “Hello, Y/N,” becoming just a shade slower, his dark eyes lingering a moment longer.
The easy comfort of seeing his daughter’s best friend transformed into a complicated, slow-burning recognition of Y/N as a young woman. That quiet realization struck him with the force of a sudden temperature drop, leaving him feeling distinctly chilled and excited all at once.
The night it finally shifted, Minji was away visiting her non-custodial mother for the weekend, leaving the large, quiet house almost empty. Y/N had come over to “borrow a book” but stayed to work on a large university project, claiming the sprawling dining table as her temporary desk. Hours passed. The house lights were dimmed, and rain began tapping against the windowpanes. Seonghwa walked in from the kitchen with two mugs of chamomile tea, his white cotton shirt clinging slightly in the humid air. He placed one in front of her, his fingers brushing the back of her hand as he pulled him away. The contact was brief and accidental, yet it sent a sharp, involuntary jolt through Y/N, making her look up, her heart suddenly loud.
“Thanks, Mr. Park,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly tight.
“Just Seonghwa, please,” he corrected softly, sinking into the chair opposite her.
“We’ve known each other long enough. Besides, I feel like I’m giving a lecture when you call me that.”
Y/N laughed, a nervous, breathless sound.
“Okay. Seonghwa.”
The next moment hung heavy, charged with the rain’s drumming and the sudden awareness of their shared space. She was beautiful, he thought, the soft lighting outlining the delicate slope of her neck. He was captivating, she realized, watching the tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he gave a small, warm smile.
“You should head up to bed soon,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her mouth.
“You’ve been working all day.”
“I think I’m almost done.” Y/N replied, but she made no move to look back at her laptop screen.
Instead, she mirrored his intensity, a bold curiosity rising to meet the heat in his eyes. The comfortable lines of their relationship were blurring, dissolving into something intoxicating and dangerous. Seonghwa leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.
“You know, Minji was telling me you got accepted to the study abroad program. That’s fantastic, Y/N.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, finding it hard to focus on the words when his eyes were doing a slow, sensual sweep over her face. “But it means I won’t be around much next semester.”
“No,” he agreed, the word a low rumble in his chest. He pushed his mug away, the ceramic scraping the wood. “No, you won’t.”
The space between them was suddenly suffocating. He didn’t move, but the air around him thrummed with unspoken need. It was Y/N who finally broke the tension, her own curiosity overriding every sensible caution. She reached out, her fingertips light as a butterfly’s wing, and traced the line of his jaw. Seonghwa closed his eyes, his breath hitching. The touch was the permission he hadn’t known he was begging for. He stood up slowly, deliberately, his chair scraping back harshly, and walked around the table until he was standing over her.
“Y/N,” he said, the sound of her name a plea and a warning. “You need to understand what you’re doing right now.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide but unwavering. “I think I do, Seonghwa.”
He knelt down, bringing his face level with hers, the scent of woodsmoke and a clean, masculine cologne enveloping her. He didn’t kiss her immediately. Instead, he simply looked, letting the weight of years of polite distance crash down until she gave a small, involuntary whimper of anticipation. When his mouth finally found hers, it was demanding, a hungry reversal of his usual composed demeanor. His kiss was slow, deep, tasting faintly of chamomile and urgent desire. It wasn’t the tentative exploration of a teenager; it was the kiss of a man who knew what he wanted and who had waited far too long. He pulled her up, her chair tumbling backwards with a muted thump, and captured her body against his.
“Upstairs,” he rasped against her lips, his hands already gripping the curve of her waist. “may I?”
The upstairs hallway was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the landing light. He didn’t bother with his bedroom. He pushed her against the nearest wall, his mouth reclaiming hers with fierce possession. Y/N’s hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pulling the soft fabric free until she could feel the hard, warm muscle beneath. Seonghwa broke the kiss, dragging his lips down her neck, tasting the soft skin there.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, thick with a need that felt decades old.
“Show me,” she whispered, the boldness shocking even herself, but she was consumed by the fire he had lit.
His hands were experienced and deliberate. He found the hem of her shirt, tugged it over her head, and let it fall to the carpet. Then came her bra, carelessly tossed aside. The feel of his calloused palms covering her breasts sent a wave of electric sensation through her. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with predatory focus, before leaning down to take her into his mouth, drawing a sharp, stunned cry from her. He worked quickly and efficiently, pushing her skirt up and stripping off her lace underwear in one smooth movement. She was already slick and aching, her body singing a desperate song of urgency.
“Look at me, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice deep, his hand already stroking her, finding the core of her heat with practiced ease. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” she gasped, her legs shaking, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
He moved to the fly of his jeans, the zipper a loud, metallic sound in the quiet house. When he finally pressed himself against her, hard and ready, against the slick heat of her opening, he felt like he was coming home. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, and in a single, powerful thrust, he drove deep inside her. Y/N cried out, a muffled sound against his shoulder as she adjusted to the sudden, overwhelming fullness. The initial shock gave way to a relentless, raw rhythm. He wasn’t gentle; he was driven by months of suppressed desire, pushing into her with a primal intensity that left her breathless. He was everything she had imagined—dominant, experienced, and completely consuming.
“My good girl,” he grunted, holding her tight, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he drove them both toward the edge, the rain outside mirroring the frantic, fast pace of their shared climax.
When it was over, he lowered her slowly back to the ground, her knees weak, her body vibrating with the aftershocks. He leaned his forehead against hers, both of them breathing raggedly.
“I need you to promise me something,” he whispered, his voice still thick with emotion, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.
“Anything,” she mumbled, still lost in the moment.
“This is our secret,” Seonghwa said, meeting her eyes. “Minji’s dad and Minji’s best friend. No one knows.”
Y/N nodded, tracing the sharp, beautiful line of his mouth. She knew the danger, but looking up at him, the man she’d known her whole life suddenly unveiled as her lover, the risk felt like a necessary price.
in which y/n falls in love with her older brothers friend dad who happens to be 20 years older than her
warnings: dilf!hwa, college student!reader, strictly fluff, no smut. a little angst, anxiety attacks are mentioned, cheating, HUGE age gap, idk what else to mention.
genre: fluff, angst, NO smut
wc: 133 words
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"How can you be attracted to men half your age? I just don't understand." She shuddered as the words fell out of her mouth, looking at you in pure disgust.
"I-" You began to form your defense but you were cut off.
"I don't think that's any of your business, am I right?" his eyebrow quirked up, waiting for the response of the other, lips pulled to the side, meanwhile her face was pure white, her eyes blank as her expression froze. She wondered how much he heard. He was right, it wasn't any of her business.
"If I were you I would be supporting your friend in any decision she makes, hm?"
