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TIME TO WORK

Park Seonghwa x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, Name calling, Slut shaming, Sex in exchange of money, Kind of Hate Sex?, Spit, Anal play, Choking, Dom/sub undertones, Humiliation, Degradation, Slapping, Spanking, Creampie!!, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Rough Oral Sex…,

Word Count: 9.268

“You’re in a desperate need for a job, and you go and ask for help to Park Seonghwa, one of the richest men in the country. Thing his, you broke his heart years ago: now he wants payback.”

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Waiting has never been a problem for you.

Not once, expect for now.

See, you’re pretty prideful of your patience and of the way you can handle situations when experiencing stress.

Now? You look like a damn fool.

You’re not even sure you can actually recognize yourself, if you were to be completely honest.

Standing in front of that door, desperate and pathetic.

Your arms are shaking, your hands feel cold and weak.

If you were to grab a butterfly, the little thing would probably laugh at you and bite you. 
And we all know butterflies don’t actually bite.

Do they?

You have no idea.

Right now, your only thought is: will I be able to make it?

Will I look like an idiot in front of him?

Will he laugh at me?

Will I like it?

“Miss? Miss…?”

What? What?

You turn you head and you see the girl: confused eyes, hair tied up neatly and arms busy carrying so many papers.

“Oh- Hi… I booked an appointment a while ago? I think one of your colleagues let me in, I’m Y/N…”, you stutter, clearing your throat as you try to get out of your own head and focus on the situation that you inevitably have to deal with.

“Right! Yes, of course”, says the girl. She smiles, but it’s fake. A smile made out of obligation, out of compassion. It’s her job, nothing more. She doesn’t care about you: just like you don’t care about her.

She’s just a mean to an end, and she knows it.

“Please, follow me, dear. Mr Park is ready to meet you”, she adds, waving her hands towards the door, suggesting you to use those useless limbs of yours and start to move.

You like this girl: she looks perfect in her role.

She doesn’t give a fuck about anything, and she makes you feel at ease, somehow.

She has no idea why you’re here, but in her eyes, her bored eyes, you sense that she feels pity for the dumb girl standing in front of the door of one of the most powerful men in South Korea.

The door is closer.

You’re walking and you don’t even notice it until it’s too late not to.

The door handle is shiny, glistening under the lights.

You want to scream at it.

To rip it off the door and run away: that thing probably would cover your rent cost for the whole month if you sold it.

“Mr Park, your appointment is here”, you hear.

You’re gonna faint.

You so are gonna faint.

You don’t.

You don’t how you manage not to, but the only thing that matters is that you didn’t.

There’s really no need for any other reasons for you to feel like an idiot right now.

The ones you have are already more than enough.

“Let them in, thank you.”

Ok, now you’ll faint.

No way.

It’s been a while since you last heard his voice, but it changed so much whilst remaining so… warm. So him.

You take a deep breath, because now the door isn’t just closer: it’s open.

Fist thing you notice?

The smell.

Or, well, the richness of it.

With all your senses you only are able to perceive one thing: power.

Power and money.

The door closes behind you.

The girl not by your side anymore.

You’re alone now.

But not really, because when you finally raise your head you’re finally able to see him.

Park Seonghwa.

The man everyone either wants, or wants to be.

The man you’ve had, if only for a few months, back when you both were stupid teens.

The same man that is now looking at you, staring you down with that piercing gaze of his.

It’s hard for you to open your mouth and speak up, but you know that you have to, and quickly.

It’s hard, when you have Korea’s wet dream right in front of you.

“H-Hi”, you say.

Which is actually pretty pathetic, especially considering the way your voice shakes and the fact that you should be at least attempting some sort of professionalism given the circumstances.

Well, at least it makes him laugh.

Which means that yes, he recognized you. 


And yes, you actually don’t mind being laughed at.

You don’t know if it’s a thing for you or just the fact that you don’t mind it if he’s the one laughing, which in your opinion would be fair.

“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?”

Well, fuck.

First thing first, he said your name: and he made it sound like the nastiest thing in the world.

Or maybe you’re just a slut, you can’t really decide.

Whatever.

And the sarcasm.

He’s still mad at you, just like you expected.

You did disappear from his life with no explanation and flew to another country whilst in a relationship with him, after all.

In your defence, you were a dumb kid: you were younger than he was and desperately in love with him. Saying goodbye would have killed you, so you made the most childish and selfish decision ever: you just went away.

One day you guys were holding hands and making plans, and the day after you were just… gone.

You had to leave everything behind cause your mom and dad divorced, and you mother couldn’t bare to keep on living in the same country as the man that ruined her life.

So you followed her, and you two moved on together.


You forgot all about perfect Park Seonghwa, or that’s what you like to tell yourself.

Because if you really had forgotten all about the man, you wouldn’t be standing in his office ready to humiliate yourself.

“W-well… you see, I’m… I thought that maybe…”, words keep on falling from your lips, now all bitten from the nervousness you had to endure waiting for this moment.

Seonghwa isn’t impressed.

He takes his hands out of the pockets of his slacks, only to bring them to his chest. He crosses his arms and slightly tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised and a judgment mixed with a not so well hidden amusement written all over his face.

“Y-You t-thought what, exactly?”

Ok, you didn’t expect that.

Mocking you already?

A sign, that’s what this is. A sign that you should turn your heels and fucking run as far as possible from this man.

He looks possessed.

He looks so mean, despite his ethereal beauty.

Obviously, you don’t run.

You wouldn’t be here in the first place if you had any self preservation or respect.

“M’sorry, Hwa, I really am. I know I’ve been”, you try to say, but he cuts you off.

He doesn’t let you finish.

“Who’s Hwa? It’s Mr Park to you”, he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Like you’re a stupid fucking idiot just cause you thought you could refer to him like you used to.

“Sir, if I’m feeling kind and if you’ve earned it”, he adds, dropping himself on his pompous chair.

His legs are slightly spread: not enough to be vulgar, but just right. To show dominance, and to make you see that he really owns this place.

Not like you had any doubts, but whatever.

It’s not like you mind it anyways.

You wish you had any smart come-back for his tone, but you don’t.

And, well, you’re in no position to be a jerk: you came here to beg, after all.

“M-Mr Park…” you start, and he chuckles.

“That’s more like it”, he comments, and you don’t miss the way his tongue goes to wet those sinful lips of his.

You follow every single one of his movements, as if you’re trying to study them, as if staring at him could help you achieve your goals.

Only thing is helping you achieve is getting wet in front of your ex-boyfriend, but that’s not the point.

“I know I have no right to come here and ask you for help, but-“, you take a deep breath, “I- I lost my job and I’m alone and I have rent and bills and I’m behind with my payments… if I don’t hand the money to my landlord tonight they’re gonna kick me out and…”

He looks surprised, amused, confused and much more.

You, well… you look humiliated, that’s for sure.

But you knew it was bound to happen, and you’d rather beg for mercy than sleep under a bridge or who knows where else.

“And you’re telling me this because…” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer to that.

He’s enjoying this just like you expected.

“C-cause I thought t-that maybe you could help, l-like what’s some money to you, anyways? And you and I, we have a past, you’d be helping an old friend?”

You’re so shameless, it’s disgusting.

But, desperate times call for desperate way, or something like that.

You just know that you need the money, and you need them now.

He laughs, out loud. Shaking his head and muttering about how absurd this whole situation is, as if you don’t know it already. But whatever:

“I’ll pay you back, of course. Just… give me some time and I promise, Hw- Mr Park, I promise I’ll pay you back.”

He gets up.

He looks mean, and his face hides something.

He looks huge, and you stand in place, frozen.

You’re breathing heavily, and you notice that your hands are shaking.

Your legs, too.

Cold sweat is running down your spine, and you feel lost.

He gets closer.

He’s so beautiful, and he gets more handsome with every step he takes towards your trembling figure.

“Money is nothing to me, you’re right. But you really think that, after everything you did to me, I’m just gonna pay your debts? After humiliating me like that, breaking my heart? Are you really that much of a shameless bitch, Y/N?”

His voice is sharp, and his words hit you like daggers.

But, to be honest, you were waiting for them to come. You knew they were.

That doesn’t make them less hurtful.

Seonghwa is right in front of you, and to look at him in the eyes you have to slightly tilt your head, cause he’s so much taller than you now.

He smells rich, and warm. Different than he used to, more mature.

He’s a man now, that much is very clear to you.

His proximity makes you even more nervous, but at the same time the familiarity of it gives you some confidence.

“I-I’m sorry, I swear I am”, you murmur, and you notice that tears are starting to fill your eyes.

He looks pleased at the sight of it, and your belly tightens at the implications of him being engaged in your suffering.

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” he repeats after you, chuckling as tears spill from your eyes, crossing your reddening cheeks.

“You want my money, Y/N? You want a bed and a roof on your head?”, he asks, and one of his hands unexpectedly comes up to your face, gently caressing it.

His touch is light and delicate, but you still feel shivers run through your body.

You nod desperately, murmuring a “yes, please” that he barely hears.

“Then you‘ll have to earn it”, he says.

His face is unreadable, but you can’t believe that, despite everything, he’d be willing to help. You feel so happy you could die, and you’re ready to do anything in order to save yourself from the streets.

“I will! I have my degree and I’ll be more than happy to-“, he stops you, and you frown.

From his expression it seems like he’s ready to make fun of you.

“A degree?”, he asks, and you nod, ready to explain yourself, but he doesn’t allow you to.

“You don’t need a degree to suck my dick, Y/N.”

The world is silent.

Your blood is too loud. You feel your heartbeat and his, you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

You’re confused, but not a single word comes out your mouth.

After that, he doesn’t say a word. He just goes a few steps back and leans against his desk.

His legs are open, and you see the bulge of his cock that’s clearly starting to get hard.

You don’t move, you just try to get your brain to function.

What does this mean? Is he serious?

He must be joking, right?

But he isn’t, and you know it: this is payback.

It was going too well, to smoothly.

And now, after all these years, he’s finally granted the chance to humiliate you and destroy you the way you did to him.

The thing is: you need the money. You really do, and you did say that you’d do anything to get it.

But this? This means whoring yourself out.

This means becoming a slut, and nothing more.

With this thought in mind, you move your first steps: not towards the door, to run as fast as possible away from him, but towards his imposing figure.

He laughs, almost as if he doesn’t actually believe what’s happening in front of him.

“You have no shame, do you? Are you really this pathetic?”

As you fall on your knees in front of him, you can’t do anything but agree with his words

He mutters a few curses, and you take the deepest breath ever known to man.

Then, you look up, and are met with the bulge of his cock, tight inside his expensive slacks.

“What a fucking slut”, he says, before moving his arms and grabbing you by the hair.

He forces your face against his crotch, and you almost fall: you find yourself grabbing his thighs in order not to.

He’s rough, and nothing like the gentle Seonghwa you knew and loved as a teenager: the one that would touch you as if you’d break, like you were a delicate flower.

You don’t really miss him.

“Wish I could call everyone from school to let them know that you’re sucking my dick for money, that you’re a worthless slut that would take dick for a few bucks”, he says, pushing his hips against your face, rubbing his clothed cock over it.

The smell of it is intense, and the weight of it scares you: it’s huge, you can tell. So fucking big that it’s not fair.

Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face as you realize the depth of your desperation. But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. You’re ready to do whatever it takes to get the money you need.

As you lean forward, ready to fulfill his demands, a voice in your head screams at you to stop.

This isn't right. This isn't who you are.

But the fear of being homeless, of losing everything, pushes you forward.

That fear, and that humiliation, they also make you wetter than you’ve ever been before.

Shame burns into your chest, flames running through your veins.

“Bet you’d suck their cocks, too, wouldn’t you?”

His words sting in the most delicious way, and you find yourself purring against the big cock in front of your face.

“Wouldn’t you?” he asks again, grabbing your hair and forcing your face slightly upwards, enough to have your gazes meet.

It’s exhilarating to say the least, this feeling of shame and submission that is swimming through your shaking body.

“Y-yours, want- want your cock, not- only yours,” you mumble, your brain barely functioning at this point as you’re way too inebriated by the arousal building inside you.

He seems pleased, very much so. His tongue rapidly escapes his mouth and you watch, enchanted, as it wets his juicy lips.

I find yourself staring and wishing that tongue could be inside your pussy, forcing it open as more fluid escapes from it, leaving your panties wet and humid.

“Then take it out and get to work. Time is money, isn’t it? Don’t you wanna earn more?” he chuckles, moving around his seat.

You see him bend over a little and soon after that he takes his wallet, pulling out a shiny banknote.

You watch cautiously as he waves it in front of your face, and the image that appears before your eyes is one of the most humiliating and exciting you have ever seen.

You startle when, unexpectedly, he drops it against your helpless body.

The banknote brushes against your face before falling on your thighs, and this only motivates you to do better, to show him how much you are worth.

“Thank you, sir,” you whisper, finally getting to work and working his pants. You unfasten his belt, the sound loud and steady as your breathing increases and gets heavier.

It takes some effort, but you actually manage to take his pants down his thighs and have them reach the floor along with his boxer briefs.

They pool obscenely at his ankles, and he makes himself comfortable on his expensive chair, spreading his legs wider and wider.

You find the courage to look up at his cock, and the sight of it is enough to pull a moan from you, one that leaves you even more ashamed of yourself.

“So big,” you mutter out, pressing your own legs together from when your kneeling to find some release, to soothe the burning need to be filled up that’s been rushing through your body.

Your pussy clenches around nothing and it’s pathetic, because he hasn’t even touched you once.

Guess you’re just that much of a slut, after all.

“Yeah? You like it, slut? You like this big cock?” he asks, pushing his hips upwards and making said cock move in front of your face.

It’s thick, long, and so, so hard.

The tip of it is the prettiest shade of red and pink, and it’s glistening with his arousal.

Veins run through the length of it and you can see it pulse with the need to be shoved inside something.

That something is you.

Cause, after all, that’s your purpose here.

To be a hole for him to fuck into.

To be a thing, a nothing else. Nothing more than that.

“I love it, love your cock,” you whisper, reaching out to grab it at the base with your hands.

Seonghwa stops you, grabbing harshly at your wrists and forcing your body closer to his as you stumble forwards.

“No hands,” he orders, smiling maliciously.

“Lick it, start with my balls,” he orders, biting at his plump lower lip, his eyes shining with an intense darkness.

His words are, unsurprisingly, harsh and mean.

And, well, just as unsurprisingly, you find yourself loving them and enjoying the rush that they provide to you.

The air around you starts to get heavy and dense, and it’s almost like you can feel the weight of it as it presses down against your flushed skin.

Your blood is loud as it swims through your veins, and you hear beats fast, the sound of it reaching your ears.

His tone leaves out any possible refusal, so you just… obey.

It’s empowering, exhilarating.

It’s everything you’ve always craved without even knowing it.

Slowly, you lean over and breathe in, the powerful scent of his arousal hitting you and invading your senses, dominating your whole being.

The only thing that’s in your mind right now is the irresistible need of pleasing him and showing him that you’re worth his money, nothing else.

With that thought in mind, you finally get into work.

Your mouth salivating and wetting itself, you stick your tongue out and fulfill his wishes, lapping at his balls and nuzzling against the sensitive skin.

The groan he lets out vibrates through the room and sends shivers all the way down your spine.

“That’s it,” he grunts, as he pushes his hips forwards and works at his tie, untying it and proceeding then to open his nice dress shirt, button after button, showing inches of defined skin, muscles tensed with the way pleasure is circling around his body.

He’s rather magnificent, sitting in front of you and holding so much power, so much energy that it feels like the room is going to implode with it.

“Good girl,” he moans, forcing his hips upwards as you take them inside your mouth, the weight of his sack filling you up as you lick at it, feeling the skin and its texture against your tongue, moaning as your nose presses against the base of his dick, making it harder to breathe normally.

His words force a moan out of your mouth, too, and he notices it, chuckling softly through his low moans.

You feel something at your neck and notice soon enough that what’s now circling your throat isn’t is hand, no.

It’s his tie, forcing you closer to his balls and basically working as a fucking leash.

“Look at you, such an obedient little bitch, aren’t you?”

The way your hips stutter and wave doesn’t help, and you feel like a puppy wiggling their tail when presented with a treat.

“Bark,” he orders, allowing you to breathe and leaving your mouth empty, a trail of spit connection his balls, now shining and wet, with your parted, and roughed up lips.

You blush profoundly, your cheeks turning a crimson red as you consider his order.

Barking feels completely dehumanizing, and your hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed, not in the slightest.

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, one of his eyebrows lifting up as he eyes you curiously, as if posing a challenge to you, daring you to try and refuse to follow one of his orders.

“It’s embarrassing…” you whisper, breathing heavily and trying to avoid looking at him in the eyes, failing at it when he tugs at the tie resting against your neck, making you get closer to the cock standing proudly in front of your face.

“Do I look like I fucking care?”

And soon enough, a bark is escaping your mouth, faint and barely audible.

It’s not enough, he says.

You bark again, loudly this time, shaking from where you’re kneeling and feeling the wetness between your legs get more difficult to ignore.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’d say you’re a natural,” he snarls, laughing at you as he looks down at your body.

Tears of utter humiliation fill your pleading eyes, and the sight of it makes Seonghwa groan deeply.

He grabs his own dick at the base, giving it a few pumps, before hitting you in the face with the tip, smearing his precum all over your flushed face.

One of the tears you were fighting back betray you, escaping your lashed and running down your cheek.

Seonghwa licks his lips and rubs the tip of his dick against it, wetting his cock with your tears only to start rubbing it against your lips, making you taste your humiliation along with his arousal.

It’s salty and sour and sweet altogether, and you already find yourself getting addicted to it, needing more and more and more.

So you get your tongue out, lapping at the shiny tip of his cock. You circle around the head, moaning at the feeling of warmth that spreads through your tongue.

“Tastes good,” you mutter out, licking fervently at his cock as he keeps on stroking himself, grunting from where he’s sitting.

You go even further than just staying there, licking at it, and you take his wrist into your hand and pull it off his own dick, surprising him with your determination.

Seonghwa lets you have some fun with it, allowing you to reach out to grab the length of his cock.

You have it in your hands, finally.

You stroke it once, twice, before bending over a little bit to push the head inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently at it to try and taste as much as possible of his delicious juice.

“Fuck,” he groans, using one of his hands to keep your hair out of your face, giving him space to look at your eyes as you get your mouth stuffed full of his thick cock.

You take your time, eager to savor every drop of his pleasure, to give yourself to him and make him satisfied like never before.

His cock slides between your parted lips with extreme ease, filling your mouth completely, giving you a sensation of fullness never felt before and leaving you inevitably curious to know how it would feel if he filled you up elsewhere too.

The reddened tip of his cock meets the back of your throat and choking sounds escape from your mouth, and when he hears them he just moans even more, louder than before.

He enjoys watching you struggle to take more in your mouth and it pushes you to relax your throat and let his big cock fill you completely, taking your breath away for a few seconds, and making spit fall from your lips and down your chin.

It’s so fucking messy and dirty and it makes your head spin with shame and arousal.

Your whole face is wet with a mixture of spit and tears and precum and you find yourself wanting and needing more of it.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, this is exactly what you were born for,” he groans, pushing his trembling hips upwards and forcing another choking sound out of you, at which he utters out a few curses.

“I’ll double the money I was gonna give you if you bend over the desk and let me fuck you raw in the pussy, what do you say? Want a new dress? Some fucking new shoes?” he asks, still rutting his hips against your face and forcing you to swallow his whole cock down your aching throat.

You should probably refuse. Sucking Seonghwa's cock is one thing, but this? This would mean going way beyond, and the thought sends your mind into complete turmoil.

He seems to have little patience, and that's why he roughly grabs you by the hair and pulls his hard cock out of your mouth, leaving you empty and gasping.

"So? I don't have all day, Y/n," he asks, running his own hand along his cock, wet and slick thanks to your saliva that’s now coating it and slapping you in the face with the red tip, making you hiss at the impact.

“I want- I want three times the money for that,” you say, challenging him to deny your request, to say no and refuse.

He doesn’t.

“Let’s do four, since I also want to play with your asshole,” he smiles, bending over towards you and patting at your cheek like one would do with a puppy.

You gasp and try to find something to snarl back at him, but nothing comes out of your mouth, nothing but a little whimper that only serves to make him feel even more powerful.

Seonghwa stands up, and you notice how he is more or less dressed: his pants fallen to his ankles along with his boxers, the jacket resting on the back of the chair, the expensive white shirt completely open, showing off his sculpted chest and the magnificence of his body, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Now that he is standing, Seonghwa looms even more over you, making your breath catch and your poor heart beat even faster.

Seonghwa grabs you by the hair, and the sudden movement forces you to stand up and follow his will.

"You're too dressed, what kind of slut are you?" he asks, grabbing the fabric of your blouse and pulling it slightly. In response, you bite your lip and decide to make amends, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and letting it fall softly to the ground.

You're not wearing a bra, you never do.

The air hitting your nipples only makes them more turgid, and your skin is crossed by countless shivers.

He gasps at the sight of your exposed skin, and it makes you feel so good, to be looked at with such want, with pure and utter hunger and desire.

Seeing Seonghwa burning with the desire to possess you gives you a courage that you probably wouldn't have otherwise, so you push yourself further, unbuttoning your skirt and letting it fall forgotten at your feet.

Black lace panties adorn your body, and you feel the wet and soaked fabric rubbing against your most sensitive spot.

You are left only with the soft white knee-high socks and your shiny black loafers, standing in front of one of the richest and most powerful men in Korea.

“That’s more like it,” he chuckles, licking his lips and looking at you from head to toe, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“You’re so hot, Y/n. You made the right choice, coming here. This little body of yours was made to be fucked, and what better way to earn money than spread your legs and let me do just that, huh?” he murmurs, as one of his hands goes down to his cock. He strokes himself as he watches you, and it makes your skin burn, to be looked at in such a dirty, naughty manner.

His tie is still around your neck, the only garment covering you along with your panties and knee-high socks.

The black fabric is in perfect contrast with your skin, and even though the tie is very light, it feels immensely heavy where it rests.

"Fuck me," you whisper to Seonghwa, because you too are starting to feel extremely horny and in need of attention.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, and his hand collides with your cheek, making you turn your face to the side.

The blow wasn't overly strong, but still impactful. Enough to make you catch your breath for a second and to remind you who is in control here.

"Rude. Where are your manners?" Seonghwa asks, dangerously approaching you and grabbing your chin, squeezing the skin and forcing you to look at him.

"Please, I beg you, sir, fuck me," you whimper, now completely abandoned to him and totally under his control.

"Now, that's better," Seonghwa whispers, and shortly after he makes your lips collide in a quick and fierce kiss. He bites your lip, making you moan against his mouth, before pulling away from you.

"Good girl. You act all tough, but you just want someone to put you in your place, don't you? Want me to show you who’s in charge?"

His words are exactly what you were hoping for, and the wetness between your legs increasing only confirms thqt.

You nod. What would be the point in denying anything? Right. There’s no point, and you know it. He know is too, it’s pretty obvious. He’s always been able to read you, and this is the same. Years passed by, but deep down you guys still know each other.

Seonghwa, at your admission and your being so yielding, can only swell with pride and satisfaction.

He approaches you, and the world spins wildly: he grabs you by the hair, pulls you towards the desk, and forces you to bend over it, pushing your head against the polished and intensely scented mahogany of his desk.

You have your ass up, covered only by your panties.

You hear Seonghwa swear and soon one of his hands clashes with the sensitive skin of your butt, and he gives you a strong spank.

You flinch, gasp, and squirm, and he takes it as encouragement to hit you again: two, three, four times.

Now the mark of his hand lies on your skin, and you feel completely possessed and owned by Seonghwa.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about you over the years. How many times I've thought about hurting you, having you all to myself even just once," Seonghwa confesses, running his hands over your ass, caressing you heavily.

His words are intoxicating.

"I've thought about you too, I swear, Seonghwa. Sir. I shouldn't have, but I did. I-I never forgot about you," you whisper, instinctively moving your hips upwards, trying to keep his hands on you for as long as possible.

You're not lying, you really mean what you said. Seonghwa has always been a constant in your life, it's undeniable. Your biggest regret and remorse. Your biggest and burning desire.

"Shut up, Y/n," Seonghwa commands, and you feel him grab the expensive fabric of your panties. A few seconds later, a loud noise fills the room.

He's torn them off, reduced them to shreds.

Pieces of fabric fall to your feet and your wet pussy is now completely exposed to him.

You feel drops of pleasure escaping from your trembling pussy and wetting your thighs, and you try to relieve the looming pressure by rubbing your legs together, but Seonghwa stops you.

He first grabs your hips, then your ass.

Seonghwa spreads your cheeks open, and you hear the air move as he bends down and spits on you.

He fucking spits on you.

His saliva runs down from your ass and to your pussy, adding wetness and naughtiness to the mixture.

He’s not satisfied, so he spits again, this time closer to your asshole.

You feel his breath against your sensitive skin and you find yourself holding your breath.

“This little hole, fuck, I wish I could just fuck it,” he groans, knowing damn well that he can’t just do that.

“N-Next time…” you utter out, wiggling your hips to try and meet his touch.

“You plan on coming here to get fucked more? Are you that greedy, you little whore?” he asks, laughing a little as he leans over you to just go and bite the skin of your ass, still covered by his handprint.

“S-so greedy, sir. I’ll come back whenever you want, do whatever you want,” you confess with a shaking voice, making Seonghwa laugh at you for how pathetic you are.

“You really have no shame. What a fucking slut,” he adds, before actually going silent.

What you feel next makes your eyes roll back and your hands reach out to the end of the desk to grab the wood and gain some support out of it.

His wet tongue is sliding against your little hole, wetting it more and more and making it pulse with the need to be filled up.

It’s a foreign feeling, to have someone eat your ass out like this, but Seonghwa seems like a starved man as he holds your cheeks open and dives in, licking and kissing and spitting and making your whole world turn upside down.

“Tastes good,” he groans, breath heavy and voice full of lust.

He pushes the tip of his tongue inside of your ass, and it makes you see stars.

Seonghwa fucks you with it, again and again, making slurping sounds.

One of his hands slides down and you feel one of his long, slender fingers rub against your wet hole.

“Just a finger, what do you say?” he murmurs, asking you for permission.

A permission you can’t help but grant him, nodding and murmuring a “please” that you’re not even sure was audible enough.

Seonghwa wastes no time, and soon his thumb makes its way into your tight and warm hole.

The sensation is unparalleled: you feel completely filled.

It doesn't matter that it's just a finger, you feel like you could explode at any moment.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably, and loud moans escape from your lips.

Seonghwa also moans, as he fucks your asshole with his finger.

You are already lost in pleasure, and he has not even touched your pussy yet.

It makes you feel really dirty, really perverse.

You feel like an actual whore begging to be filled.

“So tight,” he comments, and you feel this cock being shoved against the back of your thighs, as he smears precum over your skin and rubs against your legs to get some relief to his aching dick.

“Please, I want your cock, sir. Fuck my pussy, please, please, H-Hwa…” you beg, trying to get him to finally push his dick inside of you, and you feel already close to the verge of tears with how desperate you are.

“Here it comes,” he murmurs, finally giving the both of you what you crave the most.

With your thumb still inside you, you feel Seonghwa moving behind you.

He grabs his cock at the base and brings the tip closer to you, rubbing it against the sensitive and wet skin of your pussy, against your lips, right between your juicy folds, and pushing against your swollen and red clitoris.

A moan escapes your lips, and you find yourself spreading your legs even wider and begging him to put his cock inside you once and for all.

Finally, Seonghwa rubs the swollen tip of his cock against your wet hole, teasing you for just a few seconds before pushing it inside your pussy.

In one hard thrust, Seonghwa buries his thick cock inside you, making you scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

You feel so full, with both of your holes filled by him, his cock pressing inside you and stretching you completely.

You don't even notice a drop of saliva escaping from your lips and running down your chin, and if you could see yourself, you too would think of yourself as a whore.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good,” groans Seonghwa, and you make the effort of turning your head to try and look at him as he fills you up.

His head is thrown back, his neck exposed and lucid with sweat, and he seems completely lost in pleasure as he starts to rut inside of your pussy, fucking you and making you his.

For the first moments, Seonghwa's thrusts are not calculated, but dictated by his need to feel something warm enveloping his cock.

He enjoys the moment and ignores your helpless body, seeking only his pleasure.

Seonghwa's cock slides easily into your body, your wet pussy emitting dirty and exciting sounds as it is filled by his cock.

You tremble under his thrusts, and soon Seonghwa accelerates the movements of his hips, sinking into you with more force and precision.

He fucks you like he would fuck a whore, pushing all the way into your pussy and moving his finger into your ass.

He is not completely satisfied, though.

That's why you see him bend over you, pushing his cock even deeper into your pussy. Seonghwa brings two fingers of the hand that is free to your lips, and pushes them into your mouth, filling you even there.

"Christ," he gasps, starting to move the fingers he pushed into your mouth.

"Look at yourself, Y/n. You have all your holes filled by me, you're getting fucked in each of these tight little holes for money," Seonghwa grunts, and as you feel the saliva escaping from your lips, you see his eyes getting darker, more intense.

He moans and gasps, fucking you with all the strength and passion he has in his body, moving his fingers inside you and fucking you without the slightest mercy.

“Make it worth it, clench this pussy on me, huh?” he moans, despite the fact that your pussy already is clenching and hugging his cock as tightly as humanly possible.

You feel every movement of his inside you. Your skin and his rubbing together, his cock caressing the most intimate and deepest parts of you, sending electric shocks to run through every inch of your body and his as well.

Seonghwa's legs tremble as he sinks into you, fucking your mouth with his fingers and forcing you to choke on them, making you cough and then making your holes contract around him consequently. The rough and forceful way in which he is fucking you forces your body to move against the desk, and your wet and needy clitoris rubs against the cold and shiny wood of the desk.

Your nipples in contact with the mahogany stimulate you in the most delicious way possible, and you are completely intoxicated by the pleasure that grows rapidly inside you.

Your orgasm is getting closer and closer, and the feeling of being completely at the mercy of his desires only increases the strength of your pleasure.

Seonghwa towers over you, filling you everywhere, and could do anything to you: you wouldn't object, you wouldn't refuse anything. You would do anything for him. Anything he asked for and more.

Everything.

Not for the money, for him.

You don't tell him, that's for sure. But you think it.

Seonghwa is the only thing on your mind, not your rent to pay or your empty pockets.

Only: Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Seonghwa.

“Yeah, say my name. Fucking scream it,” he groans after he notices how you’re chanting his name in pleasure.

He takes his fingers off your mouth, giving you all the freedom to moan his name.

He forces you to scream, fucking you more harshly, a hand grabbing your hair and pulling at it enough for you to arise from the desk and for you spine to bend and for him to reach you and kiss your neck.

The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, but it sure as hell is exiting.

Seonghwa kisses your neck and bites at it, sucking the sensitive skin long enough to leave a plethora of marks behind.

Tomorrow you’ll be covered in his marks, you’ll look debouched and devastated and his.

His thumb leaves your ass empty and gaping, and now he’s completely focused on fucking your pretty aching pussy.

“Mine, Y/n. From now on you’re mine. You’ll get everything you want, but you have to be mine. My slut, my little cum dump,” he groans, licking all over your neck and sucking your ear lob in his mouth as he moans into your ear.

“Yes! Yes! M’yours, I-I’ll let you do anything, a-anything,” you moan, feeling floaty and lost, shaking and pushing your hips backwards to meet his trusts.

“I’m close, so close,” you confess, hiccuping between your helpless moans.

Seonghwa growls, and he fucks into you one last time before taking his cock out of your pussy and taking a step back.

You whine and complain, begging him to put it back in, to just do something.

“I want to see your face when you cum. I want to look into your eyes as I cream that pussy,” he explains, grabbing you by the hips and manhandling you in the position he prefers.

You’re sitting on the desk, you legs spread open and you pussy glistening with a mixture of your juices and his, all puffy and needy as your hole clenches around nothing.

“Ask me for it. Beg for my cock,” he says, voice mean as he touches his cock and teases his balls.

You have no dignity left at this point, so you don’t hesitate and do just as he asked you to.

“Please, sir, I need it. My pussy needs it, please, please,” you cry out, tears actually falling from your pretty eyes as you decide to tease him and tempt him a little bit.

One of your hands slides down your body, and you rub at one of your nipples, pinching it and feeling the most delicious pain ever.

With the other hand you go down to rub fervently at your needy little clit, circling around it and playing with the most sensitive part yourself.

“Please? Pretty please? Give it to me, Hwa, I beg you, sir, fuck me,” you continue, hand trailing down your pussy as you spread your own folds for him, exposing yourself like never before.

Wet juices fall from your pussy and are close to pool on his desk, and the sight of it is completely nasty.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch what’s mine,” he growls, getting closer to you and slapping your own hands away from your own body.

He directs his cock to your pleading pussy and pushes back in, spreading you open once again.

The new angle touches the right spots, reaches exactly where you were craving his cock to hit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

One of his hands reaches your throat, and he just keeps it there. An heavy weight against your neck, the promise of the most beautiful threat.

Seonghwa looks at you with something hidden in his eyes, and a wicked smile shows on your face.

“Choke me,” you dare him, biting at your lower lip as moans force themselves out of your mouth.

“You fucking brat,” moans Seonghwa, and the hand around your throat tightens, and tightens, and tightens.

The sensation of air and oxygen being denied to you is exhilarating, it's wonderful. Seonghwa even controls this: he decides whether to let you breathe or not. The thought makes your head spin and only increases the pleasure that floods your body.

Seonghwa's hand tightens again and again around your neck, choking you while looking into your eyes, dominating your body and soul.

“C-Close,” you whisper with the little air you have left, legs shaking around his waist as you sense pleasure building up inside your belly.

“Cum. Cum on my cock, you pathetic little thing,” orders Seonghwa and finally, he decides to grant you some mercy: his thumb comes down between your spread legs, and he starts to rub at you clit with precise movements, making you cry out loud and sound.

“Fuck! More, more, harder!” You shout, and Seonghwa lets go of his hold around your neck to grab your hip and use it as leverage to fuck more harshly inside your cunt.

His cock slides inside you with extreme ease, and his movements are precise and determined, and the tip of his cock rubs against all the right spots, making you breathless from how much it makes you enjoy.

Your hands reach his shoulders, and you cling to him tightly, scratching them from under his shirt and pushing it away, uncovering his back and scratching his skin.

Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary as your nails dig into his skin he only moans more, only rubs his fingers more decisively against your clitoris.

Seeing him so lost in pleasure and so deeply aroused is exactly the push you needed to finally succumb to your own orgasm.

The force with which you come is devastating: your legs tremble with strength, your breath breaks in your throat and the gasps and moans that escape from your lips are filled with desperation and pure pleasure. Your pussy contracts and tightens around Seonghwa's hard cock, as if wanting to keep it inside forever. Your clitoris pulses and sends electricity throughout your body.

Your turgid nipples brush against Seonghwa's chest as you hold him close and tight to you.

But what surprises both of you even more is another thing: the explosive way in which your orgasm overwhelmed you, making you squirt hot and juicy liquid around his cock, along both of your thighs. It seems to never end, and you surrender to pleasure as you squirt again and again against him, squeezing his cock and massaging it with your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re a slut, you’re a fucking slut, you just squirted all over my cock,” he groans, fucking into you as he forces you to give him even more of your precious juices.

His hand, the one that was rubbing at your clit, is covered in it, all moist and shiny and wet.

He brings it to his lips, sucks his own fingers and tastes you, your eyes spread open as you watch him savor your squirt.

“So fucking good,” he moans, before reaching down to get more of it, rubbing his hand against your folds and making you cry in overstimulation.

“Taste yourself,” he orders, before smearing your own juices against your lips, making you lick them clean as he watches.

“Want your cum. My pussy- it’s so empty, please, please, fill me up, cum in me,” you beg, tears falling from you eyes as your body begs for some mercy, begs to be filled, begs to be owned.

You lose control of it, and just slump on the desk, back hitting the wood and legs spreading even further.

“Take it, fuck! Take my cum, take it all in you pussy, here it fucking comes, ‘s all yours,” he moans, starting to slur his words as he shoves his dick inside of your abused cunt without a care in the world, the slide made even easier thanks to your powerful orgasm.

You feel it clearly: Seonghwa's hands run up your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them tightly.

The thrusts into your pussy become more erratic, stronger, more unrestrained.

Seonghwa's eyes become burning, shining with pleasure.

His moans become lower, deeper, strong enough to make your heart race, and you feel him bury himself one last time in your wet pussy, all the way in.

You feel him fill you with hot cum, squirting his thick and warm liquid inside you, flooding your wet and trembling pussy, abused to exhaustion.

You feel full to the brim, completely filled with his cum.

Seonghwa trembles, leans forward and kisses your breasts, while his hips make small instinctive movements, and he tries to push even deeper inside you, trying to bury his own cum deep in your pussy as far as humanly possible.

You gently pet his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

He just lays there for a while, keeping his cock inside of you to plug his cum inside your cunt.

“So full,” you whisper, clenching your pussy around him and enjoying the feeling of being so utterly used.

You both enjoy these moments of quietness, both still shaken and exhausted, taken by waves of pleasure and with labored breath.

You never would have imagined that this day would have gone this way, but honestly you wouldn't change a thing, and you don't care if this truly makes you a whore.

The only thing you care about is having had Seonghwa in such a way, being possessed by him like this and getting exactly what you needed, what you wanted.

After a few endless minutes, Seonghwa leaves a gentle bite on your breast: this time it doesn't hurt at all. It's somehow delicate.

You still flinch when he does it, and you hold back a smile. He pulls away from you, sits up.

You don't dare to imagine what condition you're in, but the way he looks at you makes you understand that it must be quite a sight.

Seonghwa pulls his cock out of your pussy, and you groan in dissent, feeling suddenly empty and sad, not wanting his cum to come out of your pussy. You want to keep it inside you as long as possible.

Seonghwa doesn't speak as he gets dressed.

He puts on his boxers and pants, buttons up his shirt. Adjusts his cuffs, his collar.

He does all this without ever taking his eyes off your body.

When you regain some strength, you decide to get off the desk, and you have to hold onto it to avoid falling.

Your panties are torn, so you can't put them back on.

You just slip on your skirt and blouse, and feel a drop of Seonghwa's cum escape from your pussy and run down your flushed thighs.

When you glance at him, you see him fumble with his wallet.

Realization of what’s going to happen sinks in, and you feel your cheeks turn a crimson red, and shame overtakes your body and overwhelms you completely.

“This should be enough for today,” Seonghwa says, his eyes looking dark and somewhat empty.

He hands you over a bunch of bills, and you spread your eyes as you take in the actual amount of money he just handed you.

That’s more than a month of your usual income.

You just made it in a couple of hours.

“I- T-thank you,” you mutter out, at a loss of words.

Seonghwa snickers, and watches cautiously as you take the money from him with shaking hands, face full of disbelief.

“Give your number to my secretary, Y/n. I’ll call you when your service will be needed. Be ready to come to work at any time, got it? Whenever I need a bucket to cum into, whenever I need to empty my balls, you drop everything and come to me to take my dick, no objections, no buts. We have a deal, right?”

Seonghwa's words are cruel, raw. But you didn't expect anything different, you knew well what you were getting into.

And you accepted to offer yourself to him with that awareness.

So, even though you feel humiliated, mocked, used, you nod. Grabbing your purse from the floor and carefully putting the banknotes inside, you notice that Seonghwa doesn't fail to observe your legs in the meantime.

"I'll be the best whore you've ever had," you confirm, forcing yourself to abandon lucidity and pride, clutching your purse as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Seonghwa sits at the desk, arranging the papers that you moved with your body and bends slightly to smell the scent of your fluids that have soaked into the wood.

"You can go. Oh, and don't clean your thighs. You have to go home with my cum dripping from your pussy, because if you still have a place to sleep at it's thanks to that cum, and I want anyone who looks at you enough to see it: do you understand?"

You swallow loudly, but you dare not argue.

You blink and try to maintain at least a hint of control, moving your legs slightly as you feel liquid coming out of your body.

"Yes, sir," you reply, bowing slightly in farewell.

Seonghwa seems to have returned to what he was when you first entered the room, but that doesn't surprise you at all.

However, you notice him grabbing the torn edges of your panties from the floor and tucking them into the pocket of his expensive pants.

He dismisses you immediately with a wave of his hand, and you gather your strength and leave the room: destroyed, exposed, without panties and with the purse full of money.

When you leave the room, there is only his secretary, the girl who escorted you to the door.

You have no doubt that she heard everything, but she smiles just as she did when you entered a few hours earlier.

You leave her your phone number, she writes it down in her agenda with precise professionalism.

You don't miss the quick glance she gives to your legs.

You don't cover yourself, you do as Seonghwa ordered you to.

You obey.

You smile, say goodbye to the secretary.

You enter the elevator, the doors close, and for the first time you look at yourself in the mirror.

You are not the same person as you were this morning.

You fix your makeup as quickly as possible and smile.

You leave.

It takes no more than two days for your phone to ring, and for it to be an unknown number.

Time to work.

[bellonim]

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 - their favourite thing about you

synopsis: my head take on what they like the most about you

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀: I think Seonghwa likes your eyes the most. He could get lost in them forever, and even when looking into them for the hundredth time, he never gets tired of them. Sometimes he claims he can see the whole universe through your eyes, and though you know he is only joking, to him it's heartfelt. You are, after all, his universe.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆: Hongjoong likes your personality the most. It's not a secret that his job as an artist is very demanding, having to stay up late to either practice or compose or anything which takes up too much energy. Oftentimes, he finds himself astray due to the fact that he has hardly time for himself. But then you come around the corner, and always manage to lift up his spirits with your beautiful personality. He sees you as the light at the end of the tunnel when things get hard.

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎: Yunho definitely likes your height the most. That goes for people who are shorter or taller than him. He obviously cherishes his height a lot, considering he is the tallest member in ATEEZ. He is proud of it and becomes even more so when you stand next to him. When being shorter, his pride exceeds. You look small and fragile next to him and he loves that feeling. And when you're taller than him, he feels so proud that he can look up to the love of his life, literally.

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆: Yeosang loves your hair. He loves combing his fingers through it or styling it in different ways. Whether it's braiding your hair or sectioning strands of hair and putting them in cute ponytails, it doesn't matter. It makes him calm and collected and lets him forget everything that's around him. He loves smelling your hair, especially when you have just washed your hair. It smells like home.

𝐒𝐀𝐍: your confidence. I feel like, because San himself is very confident, he looks for confidence in a partner. And the way you handle yourself, even on bad days, just makes him fall in love again every time. Even when you feel like you're not confident in yourself, he'll point out all the good things he sees in you. Because if you can see all his perfections, why shouldn't you be able to see it in yourself?

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈: your cheeks. Something about them always makes him smile. The way your cheeks go into mochi-mode when you smile has him smitten all over you. There never goes a day by when he doesn't try to make you smile or blush, just to see your cheeks all red and cute. He definitely does the grandma cheek-grabbing because he cannot help it. If it's cute then he must squeeze them. Must.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆: Listen, this boy. He is the most hyper member in ATEEZ, that's established. He smiles a lot, and then I mean, a lot. And he loves smiling. But you know what he loves even more? Seeing you smile, especially when it's because of him. He loves the way you laugh whenever he does something silly. Even in serious situations, he cannot contain himself. Seeing you smile is equal to people in Ancient Greece seeing Zeus himself coming down from Olympus. He is addicted to your smile.

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎: It's a known fact that Mariah Carey bows down to Jongho. I mean, come on. When you enter Heaven, the first thing you'll hear is Jongho's voice. And he cherishes his voice very much. It's a given, he is an angel in disguise who has a choir as vocal cords. And though he loves his voice very much, he loves you talking even more. Especially when you sing too, even if it's a little song while you're cleaning or just doing your thing. Even if you cannot really sing well, it doesn't matter. Your voice reigns supreme. You are his Mariah Carey.

A/N: My first ever headcanon, and of course about my favourite boys. I hope you enjoyed these headcanons! See you hopefully next time <3

ALSO, if you want to request something (which can be headcanons, one-shots, etc.) please do!!

[ericshoney]

Birthday Boy ~ Park Seonghwa

It was your boyfriend Seonghwa’s birthday. You and the other Ateez members had a plan for a surprise party, but you had to get Seonghwa out the house. You had a plan though. You and the groups producer had a talk, he had called Seonghwa in to record some parts for a new song and you would all act oblivious that its his birthday. Easy right?

Well here you was waiting for the first part of the plan to be put into action. You was in the kitchen with Yunho who was making some coffee, you two just chatting quietly, when Seonghwa walks in, a smile on his face. He greets Yunho with a fist bump and you with a kiss.

“You look happy, Hyung.” Yunho mentions.

“I am, anyone remember what today is?” Seonghwa replies. You and Yunho don’t answer with the correct answers.

“Monday?” 

“Rest day?”

Seonghwa’s face falls a little at your basic answers. He doesn’t get a chance to respond when his phone rings.

“Hello?” He calls.

You and Yunho share a look, knowing its their producer, calling Seonghwa in. You listen to Seonghwa reply and soon he hangs up the phone.

“I have to go record some lines.” He said, pecking your cheek before leaving. Yunho rushing after to make sure he does leave.

“Okay he’s gone. Commence party time!” He exclaims after seeing the eldest leave.

You shout for the others, who all run into the living room from various directions, and you all start decorating the place. Hongjoong is on the phone, calling various idols who Seonghwa is close with, many of them being 98 liners, but also inviting the other members of the groups too.

After an hour you had the whole living room fully decorated, snacks and drinks laid out and the cake ready to be lit. The guests had arrived and Hongjoong just got a text from their producer to say Seonghwa was heading home.

Another ten minutes go by and Jongho shouts from his look out spot.

“He’s here, everyone hide!” The maknae shouts.

You all run to hide and turn the lights off. Just as you all fall quiet, Seonghwa walks in, his footsteps soft on the dorms flooring.

“Guys? Y/n?” He calls out.

Seonghwa’s footsteps get louder and closer as he enters the living room, turning the lights on, giving you and the others your cue.

“Happy birthday!” 

Seonghwa’s face lights up at everything, a party hat placed on his head as everyone greets him.

“I thought you all forgot.” He said.

“Never, just had to pretend.” Yeosang said.

You walk over kissing his cheek as he smiles wide.

“Happy birthday Hwa. Make a wish.” You said as the cake is placed in front of him.

“What can I wish for when its already in front of me.” He said, looking you in the eyes.

“Wish for a dragon or something!” Wooyoung exclaims.

Seonghwa laughs and closes his eyes before blowing out the candles. You all cheer for him and music starts to play. Seonghwa then looks at you with much love.

“So, I know you shouldn’t tell, but what did you wish for?” You ask.

“A kiss from my girlfriend.” He answers.

You giggle and kiss his lips softly, he smiles into the kiss, his birthday wish coming true.

[hongjoongscafe]

I surely believe that Seonghwa is a boob man, so any fic where he's completely obsessed with his s/o's big breasts would be highly appreciated

him sucking, biting, licking her soft flesh (especially the nipples), I'm down for that at any given time😵‍💫

and oh my, I know he'd love to get a good, sloppy titjob(sign me up🙂)

just imagine this Seonghwa

looking down at the reader while she does her job😩😩😩 lord have mercy

Not the pictures, babe🤤🤤. I hope you enjoy this🫣

Girls

Bitch hour

Pairing: seonghwaxreader

Warning: boob obsessed, lactation kink, spitting, cum eating, use of the word “daddy” just once.

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“You are the prettiest, you know that, right?”

Seonghwa made you sit on the kitchen island, with him standing between your legs. Your top was somewhere on the floor, leaving him with his favourite sight to see every day and night.

He let his emotions handle him, and his hands cupped your voluptuous breasts and kneaded them in his large hands. Pinching your nipples, pulling at them.

He let his emotions handle him, and his hands cupped your voluptuous breasts and kneaded them in his large hands. Pinching your nipples, pulling at them.

Your chest heaved for air, arching it more into his hands. His name bulge was poking your thigh but he wanted to devour your juicy tits and give them his whole attention. They were teasing him.

“How dare you have these? Do you have any idea how they fucking turn me on? The fucking audacity,” he dipped his head and caught your nipple between his teeth. He bit it and lapped his like around it, sucking it as if he was trying to get you to leak milk out of them.

His raspy voice said, “imagine these girls filled with milk… Fuck,” he moaned and sniffed your skin, “I can tell it would taste the best.” he slapped your tit, making it jiggle. His cock twitched in his pants, seeing your tit. His cock and he himself were obsessed with your tits. He could suffocate himself between them forever.

He captured the other nipple while teasing the spit-covered nipple. He knew your nipples were the most sensitive spot on your body or, well, not forget your pearly clit which was now throbbing between your legs, begging for attention.

“Daddy,” you moaned when he nibbled on your nipple. His free hand was tracing your spine and pulled you impossibly closer, taking more of your soft meat in his mouth.

He left big red and purple bruises wherever his mouth was. His cock was begging for attention. It was leaking globes of precum, soiling his boxers.

Seonghwa groaned at the pain his cock was giving. He picked you up swiftly and took you to your bedroom. He made you kneel on the bed, just perfect for your boobs to be levelled with his cock.

The belt clung when he removed it and unfastened his pants and boxers.

His big and fat throbbing cock slapped against his stomach, hitting the spot just below his belly button. The slick attached with his to the spot where it got. You were quick to pull him close and lick it off for him.

He chuckled, “so eager, baby?” he grabbed your boobs, “but it's time to use these girls,” then he spat just between your boobs, using his cock, he lubed your sternum and the inner sides of your boobs with his spit. “Hold them together for me.”

Your hands grabbed your boobs and squeezed them around his heavy cock. His slick dripping on your boobs. Your breath hitched feeling him move and slowly fucking your boobs.

Seonghwa brought his hands behind his head, relaxing his bulky muscles. He looked down at you with hooded eyes and scrunched his face in pleasure. “Baby, your boobies are so ducking warm,” he bit his lower lip and started thrusting faster. Your bruised boobs were slippery enough for him to pump his throbbing dick easily.

His eyes fell on your perky nipples, “if your boobs were full of milk, they would leak while I fuck them. Your nipples would be like your cunt, no? Leaking even at a little touch,” he closed his eyes and made a mental image of your boobs leaking milk, your skin shiny with it. He would rub his cock over it and make it all wet. He moaned at his filthy thoughts. The image of him licking it off your boobs and sucking your tits and filling his mouth with your sweet juices, “hold them tighter,” he squeaked, thrusting his hips harder. His head kept rolling the picture of the droplets running down your swollen boobs. Your already big boobs will look much heavier and so full of milk. “Fuck,” his cock twitched between your boobs, “can't wait to see your tits full of milk.”

His words went straight to your pussy. It was throbbing and begging to be touched. But the way he was talking and fucking your tits, you didn't need anything to make your cunt happy.

His pubic hair was tickling your boobs and his balls were hitting the underside of your boobs. You took out your tongue and started licking his head whenever it popped up. His slit had his precum pooled over him, you happily slurped it up.

“I'm gonna cum,” he warned. To bring him to his climax soon, you squeezed his cock tighter and licked harder. His cock head was the most sensitive after the underside of his cock.

“Fuuuckk,” he groaned and thick and long ropes of cum shot out of his slit. It painted your boobs and your chin and cheeks, some of it landing on your lashes.

Seonghwa looked at you and chuckled. His thumb cleaned your lash and then he sucked his thumb, making you moan. He pushed you back and got on top.

His face came closer to your boobs and his long tongue licked off all of his cum and cleaned you. His lips then found your lips and enveloped them. You could taste him on his tongue. This made you moan in his mouth. Your tongues were battling together and then he pulled back.

His fingers hooked around your panty and pulled it down. A long string of your cum and slick was there on your panty and cunt.

“Look at your cunt coming without any touch,” he caressed your wet cunt.

“Hwa,” you whined.

“No worries, baby. Next time, will make this cunt milk my cock.”

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[princessniquane]

Fics coming up:

Ateez

Golden Hour (series)- a pirate au Seongjoong fic

Precious- Seongjoong one shot

Birthday Boy- Hongjoong/reader/San fic (Hongjoong bday present)

Wonderland- Incubus!Seonghwa/human!Hongjoong one shot

Don’t Stop- San one shot

Him (mini series)- stalker!SeonghwaXreader fic

Princess- Yungi one shot

BTS

Home Video (mini series)

Jungkook/reader/jimin camping one shot

Patience- Jhope/San/reader one shot

Jungkook oneshot

WWE

Choices (series)

[droopycoquette]

Ateez Masterlist

>Kpop Masterlist<

* = Mature

Headcanons/Reactions:

Ateez Reactions || PDA

Ateez Reactions || S/O is taller than them

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OT8:

Bad Bitch, Puerto Rican || Ateez x reader

Summary: Your boys had been worked to the bone it's time for you to hype them up a bit.

Warnings: tired!ateez, ot8, fluff, caring!reader

Word count: 1873 words

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Seonghwa

Say It Again || Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: Seonghwa comes home and then it's all giggles and squeals.

Warning: Fluff, college au

Word count: 524 words

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Hongjoong

Let Me || Hongjoong x reader

Summary: You’re insecurities are seeping in and you don’t want Hongjoong to know. However, he finds out anyway.

Warnings: fluff, insecure!reader, caring!Hongjoong,

Word count: 1075 words

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Yunho

N/a

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Yeosang

Ab Therapy || Yeosang x reader

Summary: You come up with an effective way to de-stress.

Warnings: Language, fluff, college au, suggestive content

Word count: 894 words

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San

Horny Jail || San x Reader

Summary: San wants to fuck but you need to be productive.

Warnings: Sexual themes, fluff, funny

Word count: 698 words

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Mingi

Taking Care of Song || Mingi x Reader

Summary: After Mingi injures his ankle you help take care of him.

Warnings: Fluff, injured!Mingi, caring!reader

Word count: 473 words

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Wooyoung

Perfect || Wooyoung x reader

Summary: Wooyoung does something. Now you’re mad at him.

Warnings: fluff, Wooyoung being a little shit, feelings of hangriness

Word count: 1343 words

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Jongho

N/a

[hobisstar]

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘋𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘦 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘎𝘶𝘺?

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ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗ

Memeber:Park SeongHwa

Group:ATEEZ

Warning: Yandere! Seonghwa and graphic language

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

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“Why, Why do you always make it seem like im the crazy one?” He said chuckling then took his knife out of my boyfriends neck. “ you know everything thing i do is for you. For US. You think you can casually go out with someone else instead of me? What makes you treat me like this?” He spoke fast as I back up into the wall.

“Im the one in my zone, All the other just peep.” He whispered as he slowly walked forward stabbing the wall eachtime he walked closer. “ why cant you just be in my zone, why cant you BE MY ZONE. Where im calm and happy no needing to kill these usually people.” He shouted put had a calm face.

You may be asking why aren’t you moving YOU DUMB BITCH HES WALKING SLOW. Hes faster and quicker than he may seem. So this wall is all i can be up against. “S-Seonghwa please just listen.... he- well we didn’t do anything- me and you dont date nor did we ever- i mean-“ i stammered so hard when i saw him throw the knife it going above my head.

“No, No baby, I own you. I dont care if we didn’t date yet ive known you for too long to not feel atleast something for you. Youll be mine- fuck you are mine” he said grabbing me before i could move he hugged me tightly and smiled weirdly. “ i love you y/n i love you more than this dead world. We will be happy when there is no one to look at you anymore” he paused “ we will be happy in a peaceful world. Forever.”

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[like-a-holy]

Hickey Prank - SeongHwa Ft. YunHo

 Pairing : SeongHwa x Reader (Ft. YunHo)

Summary : You set a prank with his friend.

Type : Fluff, (little little) Angst

PS : Remember that a hickey can be dangerous be cautious !

I was in the kitchen preparing dinner while SeongHwa was doing the laundry. Suddenly I hear my phone ringing 2-3times. I washed my hand and go see who was sending me text. 

YunHo : Please Mingi, SeongHwa is pissing me off.

YunHo : He is always talking about of much my cousin is hot damn calm him before I tell his girlfriend.

Y/N : What ? Yunho It’s Y/N right now.

YunHo : Fuck. I’m sorry, wait let me explain. 

Y/N : You must have a great explanation before I go cut his tongue and something else. 

“Y/N ? Where are you ?”

“In the kitchen.”

I go back doing our dinner and he came behind me doing back hug. 

“Is it ready ? Im so hungry !”

“Yes. Go sit down with the plate please.” 

He kissed my cheek and go doing as I said. But I couldn't really enjoy his action because of what Yunho tell me. He find his cousin hot and isn't ashamed to tell him ? I mean you can find someone else gorgeous or else but hot is something else. 

I put the dinner on the table and we talk a little about our day. He was really happy today and not really tired so I tried to put my insecurity aside and enjoy our dinner together. 

After dinner, Seonghwa was doing the dishes and I took my phone to see what Yunho tell me.

YunHo : I don’t think he is really serious he only saw 3 pics of her. I think he is just trying to pissed me of like I did before you were dating.

Y/N : What do you mean ? 

Yunho : I always tell him you were beautiful, gorgeous, and many thing to make him jealous��cause we found it funny. And now he is doing the same to me.

So now I understand. SeongHwa always tell he isn't the jealous one and that the other member find me cute but it doesn't mind. I knew that he liked doing the man with no emotion, badass and all but he wasn’t really like that. He is sensitive and very caring. And jealous. 

Maybe I should remind him to not say something like that.

Y/N : What about you came home tomorrow ?

Yunho : For what ?

Y/N : Just a little payback for SeongHwa. Just come at 3pm tomorrow.

Yunho : I’ll be there.

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DING DONG 

I came open the door know who it was. 

“Hi”

“Hi come. Do you want tome tea ?”

Then, I explain him what my plan was. 

I was thinking about doing a fake hickeys with my makeup on my neck. After that, going to the room with Yunho and waiting for him to come home. He usually come home at 4pm this day. 

I set the camera on and put it on the shelf to show the entire process and proving SeongHwa all of this is fake. While I was doing the hickey, Yunho and me were taking about actualities or everything that cross our mind. He was sitting on the bed watching me doing my stuff.

I put on a tank top with skirt and a small vest. (changing in the bathroom of course). We were talking and we heard the key jiggling. We close the bedroom door and sit on the bed waiting for him to call for me. I let on shoulder showing and we had hard time to keep our laugh in. 

“Y/N ? Where are you ?” 

We heard him coming to the bedroom and we stood up fast. Yunho lay down behind the bed. I grab the door handle at the same time as him. 

“You th- What is this?”

“Oh you’re home.”

“Yeah like always. Why do you seem out of breath, your shoulder showing and you keep pushing you skirt down ? Let me in.”

“Let’s go eat something” 

“No. Let me in.”

He push me aside gently and come in. He saw the shoes of Yunho we put here. 

“What the fuck. Who is here ?”

When he face me he finally saw the fake hickey on my neck. He push my hair aside and was about to touch it.

“Come on Y/N who did this to you ???”

Yunho make a noise and SeongHwa go the bed faster than ever.

“So that’s you ? You’re fucking bastard. And you Y/N, how could you ? I trusted you with all my life and you just play with me ? I’m done. I’m single now.” 

He goes out of the bedroom and I saw he was crying. I run after him and grab his arm.

“Please. Don’t go. It was-”

“It was a mistake yes you’re right. Now please let me go.”

“No that's not what I mean.”

“Please let her explain.”

“Dont’ fucking talk to me Yunho.”

I grab his sleeve and make him face me.

“Please baby. It’s fake. Look, the hickeys is just makeup. We didn't do anything ! Even a camera is on in the bedroom.”

He seem really shook and touch my neck to see if I was saying right. He let out a loud sigh and put his hand on his face. We heard him mumbling “Thanks Jesus” and he grab my face to kiss me. 

“Why would you do that ?”

“Hmm..Cause you were teasing me with my “””hot””” cousin and it really pissed me off so I text Mingi to complain but I send it to Y/N.”

“And it make me really jealous. So I planned to tease you with Yunho. I don't think you would act like that a just go out of the house.”

“I’m really sorry man it was a stupid prank.”

“Damn. I’m sorry I just wanted to tease you like you did with her. I didn't know you were mad about it.” SeongHwa hug briefly Yunho and tap his back. 

After this, Yunho go back to his house and let us alone. I really be clingy this night to SeongHwa and show him the video.

“Um..Y/N, what about making a real hickey there ?”

I just smile and let him kiss my neck to show me I was his.

[khadijatries]

The End And Beginning- Ateez Fanfic

(Seonghwa x Y/N (Bibi)) 

(SONG REC: I’M SORRY- THE ROSE)

Bibi was hoping it would feel different when she saw his face. She’d hoped she flushed him out of her system by now.

 The Earth continued to spin. The stars they had watched together still glowed impossibly through the universe, just as they did then. She wanted to tell them to shut up. To beg them to disappear already because they were dead anyway. Why couldn’t they go quietly.

 Or maybe it was her feelings she was talking to. Because as she stood in the middle of the carpark, with her hands trembling from cold or emotion, tucked into her pockets, she felt like he was the answer. As though if she didn’t run to him right then, she would die.

 She tilted her head, hoping that maybe the different angle would provide new perspective on how she felt. That perhaps she was overreacting, and this situation was not all she felt like it was.

 Nope. Still handsome. Still painful.

 She wondered whether seeing him sitting alone on the speaker box, without the guitar he fine tuned before every performance, looking like more of a wreck than her, should have made her felt better.

Huffing out an ironic laugh, she concluded that she would have felt the same if he’d been sitting with all of his fangirls and laughing raucously, completely happy and satisfied.

 Sniffing away her tears, she reached out to him with glassy eyes and pretended to grab his tiny figure and put him in her pocket. She’ll keep this feeling, to remember the ache.

 A deep breath, a slow eyelid shutter, a pivot on her heels.

 She wouldn’t stay. Neither of them deserved that.

 But when the car door closed in a sort of finality she didn’t expect, her flood gates didn’t hold, and Bibi found herself sobbing into the image of her love, isolated from the world because of what they had done.

 And yet, all they had done, was fall in love and hope.

Seonghwa knew she was there.

He stayed impossibly still, his heart violently hammering inside his chest, sweat dripping down his brow from the effort it took not to get up and just go to her. Even if she didn’t accept it, he wanted to get on his knees and say, ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘Don’t go’.

 None of it would’ve made a difference since she’d made up her mind. They both did. He’d been part of that decision. It was never okay though.

 Not when the idea occurred to him. Not when he voiced his opinion to his best friend. Not when he told Bibi. Not when she’d agreed. Not when he walked away. Not when she didn’t answer his calls after his regret.

 At every turn his mind, body and soul screamed NO. WRONG. STOP.

 He looked down at his phone, at the picture of her eating ramyeon in the middle of the night outside her apartment. He called her that day to tell her that he would never let her go, even if she wanted to leave she couldn’t. She laughed and said she’d never want to. That was months ago.

 His grip tightened as the 2 minutes he expected her to stand in the crowd to attain her closure extended into 10 minutes. 15…

Once the clock his 8 30, he would go to her.

 But at 8 27, she turned on her heel and Seonghwa couldn’t help but leap after her, frantically searching for her car as the crowd grew thicker, and the concert began.

It didn’t take long to spot it, and her, with dark hair all that was in view as she shook and banged her head against the hooter.

 Seonghwa’s heart crumbled, and he did fall to his knees, clutching his chest, muttering apologies, telling her not to go, and desperately swallowing back all his despair.

 This distance and separation, besides being unusual for them, was too cruel. But Seonghwa promised that his desire to never let her go would never fade, and that ultimately he would be by her side again.

(SONG RED: ABYSS- JIN BTS)

The birds were talking again. Their incessant chirping was infuriating today, especially since they were talking about her.

  “Ah, the poor thing. She hasn’t moved an inch since yesterday.” Bird 1 said, watching her pitifully from its daily perch in front of her window. “I hope she finished the research she was busy with.”

 “As if.” Bird 2 scoffed, studying her dishevelled clothes, and unwashed hair. “Is she even still breathing? She hasn’t blinked since we got here.”

 Bibi blinked to reassure the birds and slumped deeper onto her desk.

 “Poor thing. This must be her first time.”

 “What do you mean ‘must be’? It shows that it is.”

 “Be nice! She’s going through a lot right now.”

 “YEAH BE NICE!” Bibi suddenly got up from her chair, the exhaustion finally getting to her, influencing her degree of delusion.

 Just then, the bedroom door shut, and she swivelled around in shock to see her mother standing quietly at the door like she was the one being caught in an insane rage.

 “Good morning.” She said sheepishly, approaching Bibi slowly, so as not to startle her already shaken child.

 Bibi slumped back into her chair. “What’s good about it?”

 Her mother sat at the edge of her bed and studied her quietly. She was worried, of course. Bibi had deep bags beneath her usually clear eyes, and her decisiveness was missing.

 “Its Monday.” Her mother said. “And I wanted to remind you that you have work today.”

 “I’ll call in sick.”

Her mother nodded, trusting that Bibi had a handle on whatever it is that was happening. “I also wanted to tell you that, although I love having you at home, and your dad is over the moon that you’re staying, we’re both a lot better now, so if you wanted to go back to your apartment, we’d be okay with it.”

 “I won’t go till dad is in the clear.” It wasn’t a lie, per say. It was the half truth that Bibi was using to convince herself that it was okay to hide here for a bit longer.

 “Okay. But if you need to talk about anything I’m here.” She got up to leave hesitantly, hoping Bibi would open up today, after 3 days of staying couped up in her room, not even eating.

 “Go to work, Mom, I’ll be fine.” She weakly convinced her mother. It was hard to believe it herself. Usually, she would at least put in an effort to make sure they wouldn’t worry about her, but that seemed like too much for her right then.

 After a firm hug and kiss on the cheek her mom left. She waited to hear her car start and then flopped back into bed.

 How did things that felt natural and easy just about a month ago feel like they could kill her to do them now. Smiling for her parents’ sake, even if she was completely exhausted or angry was never any effort. It killed her to think she couldn’t muster the will to care. Or even to bath, eat or sleep, let alone working.

Working….

She had a job. One she’d really wanted.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at her ceiling, Bibi gathered all the strength she had to get up, take a shower and get dressed into something remotely appropriate for work.

 With a heavy sigh, and wondering just what the hell she thought she was doing, she packed her unfinished research and case files into her bag that felt unnecessarily weighted. She descended the steps in a daze, grabbing a muffin and sitting at the kitchen counter, still deciding whether or not she should be a menace to society by living.

 It was easier said than done to focus her thoughts, when everything she saw, heard and smelled reminded her of him. He was everywhere, even without ever having been there. Even though he never sat at the kitchen counter at her parents’ house, he was somehow sitting across from her now with a very suggestive smile. The smile that got him anything he wanted.

 “Go away.” she said aloud, wishing he were actually there.

 She wasn’t sure if she would swipe everything off the counter and demand he kiss her, or have him in a headlock to choke the living breath out of him so that he would be really gone. Maybe he would haunt her then, and they could-

 “Rude.” He said, tilting his head.

 Bibi jumped back, off the stool, tripping on her way, but when she looked back up, he was gone. She frantically looked around the empty kitchen, and… on the other end of the counter was Kj.

 She was busy picking at her own muffin, unphased that Bibi was having a heart attack.

 “… When did you get here?”

 “Do you want me to pretend you weren’t talking to yourself about ways to murder someone?” She lifted her brows in question.

 Bibi was about to protest when she realised that was probably what she was doing. “Did… you hear anything else I was talking to myself about?”

 “What? Making out?” Kj teased. “Not if you didn’t want me to.”

 Bibi huffed out a half laugh, completely surprised herself. Kj paused, eyes wide and pointed at her in shock.

 “Did you just… laugh?” Kj grabbed her shoulders and studied her face. “Ohmygod, thank goodness. I thought I would have to make friends in the real world and I wouldn’t because I’m completely incapable of human interaction!”

 “And what am I?” Bibi protested, kind of feeling a sudden spike in her energy levels.

 “Oh you think you’re considered human? After starving yourself for 3 days? After ignoring my calls? After making me wait outside your door all night? You’re a stone cold bitch, my friend.” Kj spoke frankly, not allowing any of the intense concern she felt for her friend to show.

 “You were here? In the house?” Bibi didn’t think she was that far gone so as not to notice her presence.

 Kj only nodded and stared. Bibi could tell there were many things beneath this façade she was attempting to put up, that Kj wanted to ask. That her mother avoided asking her.

 “OKAY I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Kj burst after 2 whole seconds. “I might cry if you continue to give me this blank look.” She waved a hand in Bibi’s face. Let’s fix you.”

 Bibi swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, because she too, couldn’t stand her own blank stare, the endless tears and the painful fatigue. “I don’t want to stay this way either.” She admitted.

 “GOOD! But first you have to drive me to campus and get to work.” She declared, grabbing Bibi’s keys and heading to the car.

 Instead of plugging in their usual playlist, Kj waited for Bibi to start the car and pull out onto the road, then asked, hoping she would let her in after all this time. “Want to tell me what happened now?”

 “No.” Bibi replied instantly.

 “And why not, Bibi?” Kj was sure to lose her patience today. She didn’t like to push, but she was already angry at the world for putting her best friend in this position to begin with.

 “Because you would get unnecessarily angry and hurt for me, and one of us feeling shitty is quite enough.” Bibi justified, attempting to switch on the radio.

 Kj switched it off immediately. “Are you dumb?” She  looked at her blankly. “Do you just not want me to get mad and Seonghwa and beat his ass?”

 Bibi would’ve thought it was joke, and it would have been in any other circumstance, but Kj’s tone wasn’t a joking one. Frankly, she was growing redder by the second, and if she didn’t calm down she would combust. And most probably Seonghwa would get the brunt of it since they were on the same campus, and Bibi couldn’t be there to prevent it.

 “The only reason you wouldn’t tell me what was going on is if you thought I would try to do something about it.” Kj was right about that, to be fair. Why else would she not confide in the embodiment of confidante for her. “And that would mean that if you told me, and I did get angry, he did do something to get angry about.”

The longer she spoke about him, the more unstable and displaced Bibi felt.

“I didn’t even tell you anything and you’re on a warpath, trying to defend my honour.” She didn’t realise that she was going to shout, but she did, and soon, tears welled in her eyes. “He didn’t do anything wrong, Kj.”

 “Then why won’t you tell me what happened?!” Kj shouted back, her throat also growing thick with held back grief.

 “Because that’s my opinion! And yours might be different! Just leave him alone!”

 “If you think my opinion would be different, maybe your opinion is wrong!”

 Bibi pulled over at the entrance of the campus. “It’s over! That’s all you need to know.”

For the first time since they’d begun to shout at each other, the girls looked at each other. They were both dangerously on the brink of crying, brows crunched together and breathing heavily.

Bibi thought that if she continued to think about him, and remember him, she wouldn’t get through this day.

“I’m not angry that you don’t want to tell me what happened.” Kj confessed, still entirely too high strung to talk at a normal volume. “That’s fine. But I am angry that you’re not okay. I miss my friend and roommate. I miss you! I don’t give a shit about Seonghwa. I want you back!”

“Well I’m so sorry to disappoint you, Kj. I’m fucked up and broken, so teach yourself how to make new friends.”

 Kj was taken aback and sprang back like she’d been burned. That hurt, but it brought her anger back to a simmering state as she clenched her teeth and nodded. “You’re hurting.” She said quietly. “But you need to let me help you get through it.”

 “Go to campus and focus on your own life.” Bibi said, all too tired to continue listening. She didn’t even really know what words were being exchanged. Her head flopped against the steering wheel and when she looked up again, Kj was gone.

 She hoped against hope that Kj didn’t make anyone bleed today.

(SONG REC: BANG CHAN- I DONT WANT TO ADMIT)

 Seonghwa was standing by the tree for almost an hour now. At first he felt like he was incognito, ducking everytime he saw a silver car pull up, but now he just seemed like a creep, especially with more and more people arriving closer to class time.

 He had to be early since he had a few details of a performance to iron out with his band mates, or at least that's what he told himself.

 "Seonghwa, the level of stalker is increasing by the second." Wooyoung reminded him, for the 6th time that morning.

 Seonghwa's face heated up in embarrassment taking in his position once again. He was only comforted by Hongjoong giving their younger friend a smack on the head with a textbook.

 "Focus Wooyoung!" Hongjoong scolded Wooyoung, and continued to tutor him on the bench nearby. He, Seonghwa and Yeosang were the only members of their band who actually cared about their academics, but they always tried to 'encourage' and 'inspire' all of them.

 By that it means it most probably involved a textbook beating, or cutting them off from practicing.

 "How much longer are we waiting?" San asked from beside him, in plain view, casually leaning against the trunk.

 "San! Get back! She'll obviously see you!" Seonghwa chided, and shoved San back to the bench.

 "THERE SHE IS THERE SHE IS!" San pointed. Seonghwa whipped around, only to be disappointed at the youngers joke, accompanied by Wooyoungs laughter. 

 He cried out in frustration and was ready to beat them both up when he caught sight of her car himself.

 At that point, he forgot everything. There was only her.

 He didn't want to do anything but take 1 single look. That's all he could afford to take. He deserved nothing else. 

  He was taken out of his reverie when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

 He didn't want to take his attention away form her but they were very persistent.

 He turned around to find San worriedly pointing at a figure on the pathway, glaring right at him.

 Ah. He should have expected this. He was busy thinking about what a big asshole he was. 

 Kj only stared, however, and continued her run toward campus.

 "She does not look happy." Wooyoung quipped. "I would be careful of that one and her resources." 

  Yeosang wasn't the type to meddle in other people's relationships. But this band became more than 'other people' to him. He would help fix any of their shit in a heart beat. And that kind of scared him. But as he stood, and watched his hyung agonize over, frankly, a very precious gem of a human, a plan began to form in his mind. 

[ateezandskzloves]

[9:56 AM]

"Shh sweetie be quiet we don't want to wake up your Mommy before breakfast is ready." You heard your husband's hushed voice from the kitchen followed by your daughter's giggling. Getting out of bed you walked to the kitchen smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter cooking together.

"And how are my two chefs doing this morning?" You asked causing Seonghwa to jump he turned around just as your daughter ran and practically tackled you in a hug her head nuzzling your stomach.

"Mommy! Happy Mommy's day! Daddy and I made you breakfast!" She exclaimed excitedly tugging your shirt so you would follow her to where Seonghwa continued making your favorite breakfast.

"Good morning honey." You grinned kissing his cheek.

"Good morning my love. You were supposed to stay asleep until we brought you breakfast in bed." He pouted. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

"You're both sweet my loves but I think having breakfast down here is just perfect."

[iwaswritingmywayout]

BTMH: Chapter 2: Hasetsu Welcomes You

-one year later-

‘Hi! Y/N Katsuki here! It’s been one year since the epic fail at the Grand Prix Final. I spent the last year practicing with Celestino. I even finished college. Now, after five years, I am back in Hasetsu, Japan.’

It had been five years since Y/N had been in Japan. She originally moved to Detroit to train as a figure skater, but after last year’s brutal lost, she decided to return home. She stepped off the escalator and gasped. There were several posters of herself plastered all over the walls of the train station. Seeing herself grin back at her from several different angles was more than just a little bit unsettling. They all read: “We’re rooting for you!!! Hasetsu native figure skater Katsuki Y/N!”

“Th-this is…when did they have the time to do all this? Whose idea was that?!” She said.

“Y/N!” Minako shouted.

“Minako-sensei?” She said, slowly turning around to face the woman who had always helped her with ballet whenever she was training in Hasetsu. Ballet was very useful with figure skating. It can make your movements look much more flowy, in a way.

“Y/N!” Yuuri shouted.

Y/N smiled widely when she saw her brother step out from behind Minako. She hadn’t seen him since they were both 18, and she was ecstatic to get to see him again. “Yuuri!” She shouted, hugging him tightly. “It’s been so long!”

‘Y/N here, again. My twin brother, Yuuri, and I both trained as figure skaters from the age of five until he ended up stopping at 18 after he suffered a devastating leg injury during a practice. I almost stopped skating as well because I didn’t want to skate alone, but he convinced me to continue skating.’

After talking to Yuuri, she heard a few strangers nearby her start to talk about her now that she had arrived. The things that really stood out are the ‘remember she lost a big competition last year?’ and ‘was it the Nationals?’. She turned around, mortified, emotion clear on her face.

‘Everyone cheered me on just because I’m from Hasetsu. Now, I can’t explain this to everyone, but I’ll just go ahead and explain it in my head. The figure skating competition generally starts in the fall, but I lost big in the comprehensive Grand Prix Finals early on. I couldn’t shake the failure and lost again in the nationals. I didn’t make it to the Four Continents or the World Championships, and now the season’s over! I managed to graduate from college, but I ended things with my coach, and my future is unclear. I decided to come home in the meantime, that’s about it.’

“Can I shake your hand?” A fan told her.

Y/N awkwardly ducked her head, waving her hand trying to scare the fan away. “I’m sorry, but I am in a hurry,” she said, trying to be polite but get the point across.

Minako glared at her. It was obvious that Minako wanted her to shake the young girls hand. Y/N nods and awkwardly smiles before grabbing the young girls hand and shaking it.

“Thank you so much for your support,” Y/N said with a smile, still surprised by the whole situation.

“Never thought I would see the day Minako-sensei had to force you to shake someone’s hand. You used to love doing that, you never had to be asked to do it,” Yuuri said. “How badly did the loss effect you, y/n.”

“Lot worse than people thought it did,” she muttered.

The words Hasetsu Hot Springs Yu-topia Katsuki appeared in the distance and Y/N smiled. It had been so long since she had seen the familiar words of the sign and was so happy to get to see them again. She really missed her family, and if she ever decided to skate again, she knew she would be staying in Hasetsu to skate.

Y/N and Yuuri both smiled as they walked into the building. Y/N looked to the right and saw the World Figure Skating Championships in Yoyogi, Tokyo was playing on the TV.

“After the co-ed’s short program of the World Figure Skating Championships, Russia’s Seonghwa Nikiforov is in first place. After the Grand Prix Finals, he won the Nationals in Russia, as well as the European Championships. He’s still on a roll. The co-ed’s free program will start later today, at seven o’clock.”

“Wasn’t Y/N in the World Championships?” One of the hot spring guests asked.

“She didn’t make the cut, but thanks to that she can finally come home!” Her mother, Hiroko, said excitedly.

When her mother heard the door opening, she turned around. She had a big smile clear on her face. She was obviously very excited to see her daughter; it had been five years since she last saw her in person.

“I’m back,” Y/N said.

“Hiroko! I brought Y/N home! Yuuri came with me, too!” Minako said.

Her mother smiled as she walked to her daughter and son, hugging them tightly. “It’s been too long, Y/N, I wish you would’ve returned home sooner,” she said.

“I know,” Y/N mumbled.

Hiroko walked away from her kids before returning to what she had been doing previously. However, Minako was looking at Y/N closely. She could tell something was different about her, but she just couldn’t quite figure out what it was, until it hit her.

“What’s with that gut?” Minako asked, pulling off her coat that hid her figure. After removing the coat, you could see a bit of pudge on the front of her belly, even though it wasn’t much, Minako made a big deal about it because that isn’t the shape a figure skater should be in. They have to be fit and to her that was not.

Her dad let out a loud laugh. “You look just like your mom,” he said.

“Toshiya-san! This is no laughing matter! This is not the weight a figure skater should have!” Minako said angrily.

“You always did gain weight easily and considering how stressed you must have been because of the competition and Seonghwa, I’m not surprised that you did gain weight. But what can you do? Eat lots of pork cutlet bowls tonight!” Her father said.

“Uh, before that…” she said, not finishing her sentence.

“Oh, right, go say hi to Seonghwa,” her mother said.

Y/N nodded, trudging out of the room and heading to where Seonghwa’s memorial was. She knelt on the pillow placed in front of a picture of herself, yuuri, and the dog when they were young.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t see you one last time, Seonghwa,” she said. While Y/N was in Detroit, her dog, Seonghwa, had died. She hadn’t gotten the chance to see her before she passed, and it had bothered her ever since. It was something she had truly regretted.

Y/N heard a door slide open and she turned around.

“Y/N, welcome back,” Mari, her older sister, said.

“Mari, it’s been a while. Sorry to visit when things are busy,” she said.

Mari just shrugged; it didn’t really bother her that she came when they were busy. It was better than her not coming at all. “Hey, how long are you staying? You gonna help out with the hot spring?” She asked, taking a cigarette out of her pocket.

“Huh? Where’s this coming from?” Y/N asked, curious as to what caused her to wonder about what she would do.

“You went to college, even though you had to study an extra year. What will you do now?” Mari asked, lighting the cigarette and putting it in her mouth. “If you are going to keep skating, I’ll support you, but…”

“I think… I need more time to think it over. I’m still not sure what I am going to do,” She said.

“Hmm, okay. Well, go soak in the hot spring and relax,” Mari said.

‘I was born and raised in Hasetsu, Kyushu, a castle town by the sea. The “castle” has no historical basis and is a façade with a ninja house inside. The town’s sole source of income was its hot spring inns, but most went under. My family’s Yu-topia Katsuki is the last one standing. My mother, father, sister, and brother all work there.’

On the TV the World Figure Skating Championships were playing.

“Group 2 has now finished skating, and Youngjae Nekola from the Czech Republic is in first. His free skate performance, befitting the season finale, was free of mistakes, earning him a personal best.”

“Man, I really wanted to go. If only you’d been in it, Y/N. You could have told me the skater’s hotel room numbers,” Minako said wistfully.

“The last group has just entered the arena. All eyes are on Seonghwa Nikiforov who’s going for his fifth consecutive World Championship gold.”

“I wouldn’t tell you! You expect me to be your one-woman ticket agency to score you tickets, don’t you?” Y/N grumbled, crossing her arms.

“That’s not true! I’ve been supporting you!” Minako said, well, shouted.

On the television, Seonghwa skated onto the ice to perform his free skate. Y/N looked up at the television, debating between watching her idol compete or doing something else to not remind herself of the crushing loss she went through.

“He will be skating last. Well, Honda, this is certainly unexplored territory! It’ll be really interesting to see how far he’ll go.”

“What about soccer? Sagan Tosu’s having a match right now,” One of the younger guests, a regular, said.

“When you watch Seonghwa…”

The guest got up, attempting to change the channel with the remote control. Minako did not like this at all. She slammed her drink down onto the table, wildly reaching for the remote that the guest held just out of her reach. Y/N laughed at the interaction, enjoying watching Minako freak out as if she had just found out someone won the lottery and wouldn’t give her any money.

“Hey! I was watching skating first!” Minako said.

“Sagan Tosu?” Toshiya, Y/N’s dad said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” One of the older guests asked.

Toshiya just shrugged before returning to the room he had just came out of.

Y/N had returned to her room soon after Seonghwa stepped onto the ice. Seeing them skating reminded her that she did miss skating, even after everything that happened last season. She knew that she wanted to skate again, but she still hadn’t decided if she’d return to competition or just do it as a hobby. She was turning 24 soon, and she knew after that she wouldn’t have that much longer to skate. The average female competitive skater would retire around 30, and she had only 7 years until she reached that point. However, at the rate her body was deteriorating, she doubted she’d make it that long.

‘When I was 15, I was practicing and suffered a torn ACL, which required me to have surgery. I was out for nine months and had a lot of practicing to do. Every now and then, my knee flares up and bothers me. I had to end my season early when I was 19 and 21 because of the knee pain. My doctors say I am still fine to skate, but I doubt I’ll be able to much longer.’

She placed on a jacket and some long pants before grabbing her skating bag and heading out of her room. She left the building and saw her mother lifting a crate out of a white van, she assumed it was some sort of alcohol, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Oh! Where are you going, Y/N?” Her mother asked.

“Sorry, I’m going to practice for a bit,” Y/N replied.

“Take care!” Her mother called cheerfully before returning to lifting the crates out of the van.

Y/N nodded before waving goodbye and jogging away.

[tenebrisirae]

Ateez X Yuri On Ice Fanfic

Hey guys, I've started writing again, and my latest project is a ateez x yuri on ice fanfic called born to make history! Essentially, its yuri on ice but with ateez as the characters. It'll be pretty close to the show, but not exact because i changed some things.

Would anyone be interested in reading it if i posted it on here?

(posting on @iwaswritingmywayout as well)

[hongjoongscafe]

okay, so for the bitch hours... "pussy drunk" Seonghwa overestimulating the hell out of a chubby(I just had to) reader but with a twist.. he's eating her out right after they fucked so not only the overestimulation is more intense but he also gets to eat out his own cum out of her(which let's say is a newfound kink of his)👀 and if you could add face sitting and squirting to that - I love you girl🫶

anything else is up to you!

oh and if you could add a little segment where he reassures her that she's not too heavy or some sort of that shi, I'd love it even more👉👈 (I just need that comfort, ok?? 😭)

I want you to not be this insecure, love. You were, are, and always will be gorgeous and beautiful and sexy 😘���. I love you too🫂💓 and No matter what, you all are slaying, okay?💓

One more time

Bitch hours

Pairing: seonghwaxreader

Warning: face sitting, cum eating, cumming inside, unprotected sex, insecure reader, chubby reader.

...

“I’m cumming,” Seonghwa groaned, his pace getting sloppy and harder. In a few seconds, he was cumming inside you. Releasing thick and long ropes of cum in your throbbing pussy, painting it all pretty.

The moment his hot cum started filling you up, your pussy clenched and came one his cock without any warning the second time after he made you cream his cock the first time not so long ago.

He was panting over you, his hands caging you under him. His sweaty face was glowing and was flushed. You looked so beautiful under him.

Your cute chubby cheeks were rosy red from the heat of the moment, your eyes were shining. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

Seonghwa chuckled and lowered his head and joined your forehead with his. “Damn, girl. You make my cock dance everytime I lay my eyes on you… do you feel it twitch in need? Sweetheart,” his hand travelled south, between your sweaty bodied, touched your clit and tapped it, “this, this fucking belongs to me. Only I can cum in it, oky?”

“Mmmm,” your eyes rolled back when his fingers moved in tight circles on your clit. “Yeahhh,” you whispered.

He smiled and pecked your lips gently, multiple times. There was no need to tell anyone, just a glance was enough to know how much he was in love with you. They knew he worshiped and loved you the most.

Your hands caressed his back, slightly scratching it, making him humm in satisfaction.

Seonghwa towered over you again and pulled his cock out of you. He sat there, holding your legs apart and seeing his cum oozing out of your hole. A wicked smirk made its way on his pretty face.

Your legs were in the air, on his shoulders in a snap of fingers. He parted your pussy lips and looked deeply at your cunt leaking his cum. He moved his head further, his nose was touching your clit and then he licked a long stripe, licked his cum off of your cunt.

You gasped and eyes rolled back into your head. Something about him licking his cum out of your pussy was so exotic and made you throb for him again. “Fuuuuck,” you moaned and raised your hips for more of his tongue.

He devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue lapped your pussy good. His tongue entered your hole and started licking sucking out all of his cum out of you in his mouth. He found his cum mixed with your cum and slick too delicious to leave it behind.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it. Your moans intensified and his humming got louder the more he sucked and licked. He left your clit with a pop sound.

You looked down at him, his chin wet with cum and slick. His eyes looked lust driven and needy. Needy for your cunt and cum. You felt his fingers poking your hole.

He entered his middle and ring fingers into your hot and waiting cunt, filling it up. His long fingers scooped out all the cum and smeared it over your pussy. He then tongued it all up. Tongue flat on your pussy lips, devouring the last drop.

He got back to work on your clit with his tongue and lips and filled your empty cunt with fingers again. He moved his head left and right, adding too much pleasure for your sensitive pussy, his fingers working furiously inside you, brushing all the right spots.

Your breath heaved and pussy clenched around his long digits. When Seonghwa sucked your clit while nibbling at it, you came on his fingers and captured his head between your legs.

Your pussy was feeling too sensitive but Seonghwa wasn’t looking done just yet because immediately after, he laid down and asked–

“Get on my face, quick.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at him as if he asked you to fuck an alien.

“What?” he asked, oblivious to your thoughts, “get on my face, babe. Wanna fucking eat that mouthwatering cunt of yours,” he almost moaned thinking about your pretty pussy sitting on his face. He loved how nice and chubby you looked with him and on him. Although, he was aware of your fears. It made sense to you, but him? He thought that you were just insecure because of the bullshit standards people had set up. For him, you were his angel, lover, and possibly his future. He wanted you in his future.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened and looked into your worried ones. He smiled and sat up in front of you, cupping your face with both of his hands, he said, “baby, look at me… Empty your head and don't worry about anything for a moment. Give it a shot!”

“You don’t understand, Hwa. I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, eyes looking watery.

“Listen to me and get on me. You won’t hurt me,” he pecked your lips. “I’m a man, not a boy… Now come on, I know you can come once more,” he said while tracing your stretch marks with his fingers with love shining in his eyes. “These are the things that make you YOU. Don't hide them,” he whispered the last line and kissed your forehead.

He the laid down and gestured to you to get on him.

Listening to him, you quickly hovered over his face. Your pussy right above his face. He could feel the heat of your cunt. It was all beaten up and swollen from previous orgasms.

Seonghwa guided you to sit on his face slowly and then you felt his lips on your cunt, leaving sloppy kisses and you shuddered because of overstimulation. You whined but followed his lead.

By now, his face was stuffed with you. He guided your hips to rub against his tongue and lips. His nose was perfectly giving all the attention to your clit and mouth on your hole, sucking all of your juices.

You moaned over him and clutched his hair and rode his face. His humming was making your pussy clenched around his tongue. “More,” you whined.

He squeezed your thick ass and gave it a nice spank on it. Your back arched and your toes curled. His long tongue was working so well on your cunt.

He brought his thumb over your clit and rubbed harsh patterns on it, making you jump at sensitivity. Your hips moved around but soon his hand tightly held you down while another worked on your clit.

Then you felt something pouring out of your cunt with a force. Squirting. You were squirting on his face.

Instead of stopping, Seonghwa flipped you and now he was on the top.

His fingers thrust inside your cunt and his lips were sucking your clit. Your squirt wasn't stopping. It was like a broken faucet. Seonghwa didn't let it go to waste, he drank it all up. He pulled his face back and rubbed his palm on your pussy making it squirt harder and all around you. Your thighs were shaking from the fourth climax. His body was drenched with your squirt.

He smirked, “fuck, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “you have no clue what have gotten yourself into,” he hovered over you. “You are going to squirt for me one more time like the good girl you are.”

His intimidating looks made you nod your head as a yes.

“That's my good girl.”

.....

[kpopcrabs]

Series?

I’m thinking of making a series for the members of Ateez, but I’m not sure how long they will be.

In my WIP���s, I have a SeonghwaxReader going on called “Demon for Hire”, and I’m not sure whether to turn that into a one-post sort of idea or not because it doesn’t seem right to be a one-post thing. However, I do want to write that sort of topic for all the members so it’s a tough decision.

Also, I’ve had the thought on my mind for around a week or two now, but I do want to write another series that would involve you following your dreams. For those who see this, could you give me what your dream is that you can’t follow because it won’t make you enough money and what you chose to pursue instead? If you want to throw in the idol of your choosing too from Ateez, that’s fine. I won’t be writing them all right now, but it’s good to have the idea first.

Thank you!

[woossexyponytail]

ATEEZ Masterlist...

Text.

Valentine’s day (Bf ateez fake text)

Christmas date (Bf ateez insta fake)

New teaser video (fake group chat)

Series.

Forever Alone (Mlist)

Splintered Heart Coming soon.

The Long Journey To Utopia (Mlist)

Shadow Born (Mlist)

Confront series Coming soon 

Breaking Instinct (Seonghwaxreader)

Confront series Coming soon

Triwizard Champion (Yunhoxreader)

Confront series Coming soon

Best friend Yeosang (Part1, Part2, Part3) coming soon

Confront series Coming soon

Friends to lovers (Sanxreader)

You belong to us (WooSanxreader)

The Best Quiddich player (Sanxreader)

Baby girl request (Sanxreader)

Confront series Coming soon

Forbidden Forest (Mingixreader)

Confront series Coming soon

Confront series (Wooyoung)

The Art of Duelling (Wooyoungxreader)

You belong to us (WooSanxreader)

Ain’t my fault (Wooyoungxreader)

Birthday smut (Wooyoungxreader)

Confront series Coming soon

[hongjoongscafe]

I noticed bitch hours were open and thought I'd ask if you could do one for hwa 🤭🤭 recently my brain has been just absolutely melting for soft dom hwa with a size kink (both reader + hwa) and praise kink (giving+ maybe receiving? idk go nuts author wldjpdhdlsj) in an established relationship (say what you want but established relationship best trope ever 😍😍😍😍) I absolutely love your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ tysmmmmmmmmm

Hello! Thank you for sending in your request! I appreciate it so much. I agree! Established relationships are so cute and promising 🥹 Also, thank you for such sweet words🥰🥰. They mean a lot to me. Love you too!💓💓 I'm sorry if this is not that good. I tried.🥺

3 AM

Bitch hours

Pairing: Seonghwaxreader

Warning: established relationship, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, cream pie. (Did I write soft dom Hwa or did I not? I am kinda confused with my own writing.)

...

You spent the whole night at your boyfriend's place after coming back from the weekly dates. You weren't planning on staying but his clinginess and cuteness made you stay.

Although you had some of your clothes in his closet, he always made you wear his t-shirt. You were not complaining. The scent on his t-shirt calmed your nerves and you fell asleep easily.

You had your toothbrush in his bathroom, pair of slippers, and basically everything you need from underwear to make-up. If someone sees his house, they might think that you two are living together.

It was three in the morning and you woke up. Seonghwa was a big spoon and you almost disappeared in his embrace. Being the short person that you were, it was only a perk. You enjoyed getting disappeared in his embrace.

Your mind was fresh and active when you felt something poking your thigh. Knowing fully well what it was, you moved a little lower and aimed your ass at his hard cock. Grinding back and forth against his cock made Seonghwa moan in a sleepy, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine and your pussy.

Getting worked up, you slipped your hand in your panties and inched towards your clit all while grinding your ass on his cock.

But before you could even start, the hand that was draped on your waist held your wrist and pulled out. “Being a bad girl? Hm?” his morning voice made you clench around nothing, thighs rubbed against each other. “We are supposed to have a good girl, no?”

“Mm,” you whined. “Hwa…” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he made you lay on your back and got on top. “Wanna be my good girl, baby?”

“Yes,” you said without any hesitation.

“Good girl,” his nose was tracing on your cheek as his hands slid under your t-shirt and grabbed your boobs. He rolled your perky nipples between his thumb and finger.

He finally captured your awaiting mouth with his. His lips felt hot against yours. Lips lapping over in a hungry need.

Seonghwa removed your panties and held your thighs apart. “Remove your t-shirt,” he commanded.

While you were removing your t-shirt, Seonghwa licked a long strip on your greedy cunt. “Fuck,” you moaned and looked down after throwing the cloth somewhere. He was looking up at you with a smirk.

He then went straight into stuffing his face with your pussy. His nose stroked your swollen clit as his long tongue slipped its way into your dripping cunt.

“Hwa,” you whined. “Tongue so long!” your thighs trembled.

He giggled on your pussy making it drip more. His unholy looks made you want to get kicked all day long. Your hands stabbed his hair and tried to get him off of your throbbing cunt.

“Need you in me,” your breath was uneven.

“Hmm?” he slipped his fingers into your pussy to prepare it for his massive cock.

“Please, I need your big cock in me,” you panted.

“Such a sweet girl. Always asks nicely, don’t you?” He hummed and hovered over you.

He pulled his fingers out and removed his boxers with the clean hand. He used his slick covered fingers to jerk his cock and spread your wetness all over it.

Your eyes bulged out seeing his long and thick length. He was that big boy that SZA was singing about for sure. But the difference was that he was a fucking man. A big bulky man.

“Look at your tiny little pussy,” he pouted. “Will she be able to take my cock?”

You whined as his cock head touched your clit. He rubbed his cock up and down your cunt to get more of your essence on his cock.

“I’m so surprised that this little pussy can leak so much,” he pushed his cock in your tiny hole. “Fuck,” he groaned. “No matter what I do, your cunt is always so tiny and tight,” he grabbed your breast and squeezed it.

Your head rolled back, his body hovered over yours. He panted and groaned seeing your tiny figure already fucked under him. “More,” you moaned.

“Whatever my girl wants,” his hips thrusted forward hard, making you moan loudly.

“So big,” Seonghwa’s cock twitched inside you. He held your hips and picked his pace with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, moans and heavy breathing was all so lewd.

“Yeah? Your tiny pussy likes to get filled up, huh? Look at you all tiny under me,” your cunt clenched around his cock and your moans grew hoars.

“Hwa,” your hands grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his skin. With each and every thrust, his cock brushed the sensitive spongy spot just perfectly hard to make you tremble and arch your back.

His big veiny hands were holding your hips down. You could feel him in your guts. Seonghwa knew you were closer to your climax as your pussy kept throbbing and clenching hard.

To help you with your high, he moved his hand lower and furiously rubbed your clit. “Fuck! I’m cumming nngh–”

His pace got even faster and harder, “be a good girl and cum on my cock. Fucking cream it good,” he groaned.

Within a few, your eyes rolled back, toes curled and back arched when you violently clenched around his cock and came undone on his long fat cock.

Seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppy. His cock throbbed inside your hot walls as you came all over him. He felt your hot cum over his cock.

With the final thrust, he came inside you and filled your cunt to the brim. He panted and lowered himself on your body and hugged you.

“So good for me,” he pecked your lips, “takes me so well.”

You pussy clenched around his half soft cock at the praise. He giggled and slowly pulled out of your cunt. His cum started dripping but he was fast to take the tissues from the bedside table and gently clean your swollen pussy.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes heavy with tiredness.

He chuckled and laid down next to you, holding you in his arms protectively, “I hope I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t wait much for you to adjust. But I’m not gonna lie, I have no remorse. Your tiny pussy was sucking me in so fucking well, it almost made me cry.”

It was your time to giggle and face him, “yeah? And you didn’t hurt me. You gave me what I wanted.”

“I did. You deserve everything you wish for, baby. But now I want something from you,” he cupped your cheek.

“What?”

“Stay for longer, oky? Don’t want to be away from you.”

You smiled at his puppy face, “oky.”

.....