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Kinktober Day 30 - Yandere!Fallen Angel!Seonghwa + Somnophilia & Body Worship

Anonymous Said: Seonghwa from ateez. Consensual Somnophilia & Body worship. Yandere & fallen angel or guardian angel. A/n: I am SO sorry that this is late, life has just been a bit hectic lately. Again, it's Hwa, so I couldn't help myself. It's not as long as I was originally going to make it, but I like where it ends honestly. He's intense in the best ways imo, and I do really love how this turned out. I also have a yandere angel ateez series planned at some point where Hwa is an archangel, so I'm also really excited about that. It's heavily inspired by his Will To Power solo stage, so I hope you all can look forward to that at some point! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Yandere, Blood mentioned in brief (not in a kinky way), Lots of religious metaphors, Overstimulation, Oral (fem. rec), Fingering (fem. rec), Squirting, Minor Dacryphilia (if you squint), There's a lot :) Word Count: 4,821 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Park Seonghwa is a man of many emotions.

Well… technically he’s not a man, but there is no one in this universe that makes him feel more human than you. 

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You are his one saving grace in this hellish landscape called earth, and he will do anything to protect that fact. No one is off limits. Nothing is too much. For when it comes to you, you deserve nothing but the best this world has to offer. 

His best. 

Seonghwa will always make sure of that.

The water feels cool against his skin despite the steam rising through the air. One of his hands is braced against the stone tiles of the shower wall, letting the flow of water cascade down his back and pool around the drain. Red streaks against his skin, little rivulets creating vein-like patterns across his figure as he washes away the horrific events of the evening.

You can never know. You will never know. 

Seonghwa has spent his whole life guarding those most precious to him. Now, you’re the only thing left that matters.

You. Who still sleeps soundly beneath the thick covers of his duvet as he steps out of the bathroom a short while later. Your features rest in a soft expression of pure bliss, chest rising and falling steadily. The light of the moon only serves to make your skin glow, illuminating every inch of you that he has always loved more than anything else in this godforsaken world.

A pleased smile tugs at his lips, eyes shining with nothing but adoration as he observes you through the dark. Lightly, he fluffs his damp hair with the towel held in his hand, the one wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. Small droplets of water cascade down his chest which he is quick to wipe away.

After all, you’re expecting him to join you, and he hates to keep you waiting.

With his lips curling upwards into that all too familiar loving smile, he takes a step towards the bed. Large, fluffy wings emerge from his back, deep red in colour. As he fluffs the feathers lightly, he lets the towel fall from his waist. The other is quick to join the growing heap on the floor, knowing you’ll more than likely scold him in the morning for tossing the damp material in the middle of the room.

Sometimes, Seonghwa swears he does these types of things on purpose just to hear you scold him. The way you shake your head in exasperation, muttering about whatever it is he’s done this time makes him all giddy inside. It means you’re paying attention to him. It means you care.

Or maybe he just enjoys making things up to you in any and every way he can.

A massage here. Breakfast in bed there. Perhaps even you allowing him to get lost in that glorious heat that rests between your legs, making you shake in uncontrollable bliss.

After all, it is one of his absolute favourite pastimes.

Seonghwa thought he knew what it meant to worship something, or someone, wholeheartedly. That is, until he met you.

All of the time in the world is still too short of an eternity to be spent with you by his side.

The stars pale in comparison to you, for you hold entire galaxies in your eyes. Your smile warms his very soul each and every time he sees that glorious expression stretch across your face. All music sounds dull whenever the melodic symphony of your laughter filters through the air. Not to mention how strong and intelligent you are. 

Kind, witty, caring… The list of your perfections continues to grow everyday, and everyday he knows you is a blessing beyond his wildest dreams. Seonghwa could spend hours lost within the confines of your mind, learning everything there is to know about you, and so much more. Each new discovery is a revelation of the highest regard, and he strives to satisfy in every way.

Every word you speak is gospel, and he is your most devout follower.

Lifting the covers gently, Seonghwa slides into bed beside you. He’s extra careful to not disturb you, not wanting to accidentally wake you at this time. Still, he cannot help but shift closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. The way you subconsciously turn into him, snuggling deeper into his embrace only serves to make him smile.

Even in your dreams, you always know how to find your way home. To him.

Subtly, his arms tighten around you, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. His wings wrap around you, encasing you in a soft red cocoon and ensuring your safety. Your comfort and wellbeing are his number one priorities, and once he knows you’re settled in his embrace, he fully allows himself to relax. 

Soon, his own eyes are fluttering shut, drifting off to meet you inside of your dreams.

A few hours later, Seonghwa is blinking awake. His head now rests on top of your chest, your arms cradling him to you in your sleep. 

Despite such a short bout of rest, he feels refreshed, having slept deeper with you safely wrapped in his arms. Gladly, he melts into your embrace, breathing in your scent and letting everything you completely surround him.

The moon still rests high in the sky, a gentle breeze drifting through the slight crack in the open window. The room is quiet, nothing but the soft sounds of your mingling breaths filling the space.

Seonghwa holds you tighter. Turning his head, his lips press tenderly against your chest, just above your heart. His hair tickles your skin, and you shiver lightly from his touch.

Peeking his dark gaze upwards, Seonghwa studies your features. Your brow seems to be furrowed slightly in discomfort, and a moment later, you squirm lightly beneath him. Your nails suddenly dig into the skin of his shoulders, a soft, muffled whimper escaping your lips.

Worry tugs at his features as he reaches a hand up to soothe your brow. He’s quick to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently over your skin as he lifts himself slightly above you. Intently, he studies your face, searching for any signs of what may be the problem.

That’s when it hits him. You must be having a nightmare.

Just as he shifts his hand to your shoulder in attempts to wake you up, you let out a sound that has him freezing above you.

His name. You moan his name.

A smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he realizes what’s really going on here. Pride swells in his chest at the fact that he could make you dream of him like this, knowing how often he dreams of you. What serves to make this moment ever better is when you let out another small whimper, tightening your hands on his shoulders as your hips jerk upwards against his own.

“Pretty Girl,” His low voice purrs out. “What could you possibly be dreaming of, hmm?”

Cocking his head to the side, he stares down at you. His chest is pressed flush against your own, forearms supporting him on either side of you as he settles more comfortably between your legs.

Leaning into you, he begins to place soft kisses against your cheek. Slowly, he trails his lips down your jawline, tracing over your pulse, then back up again. All the while, that same smirk tugs at his features.

His nose nudges tenderly against your jaw.

“Why live in a fantasy when I can make all of your dreams a reality?”

More kisses are placed upon the skin of your neck as he slowly begins to make his way down your body. His touch is feather light, wings twitching excitedly in the air behind him as he tugs your shirt down gently. The straps of your tank top easily slide down your arms, and with a quick movement, he’s snapping them as if they were nothing but brittle string.

The sound of tearing fabric echoes around the room as he shreds through your shirt, pausing lightly to check on you. He forgot how loud that could be, his mind having been focussed on exposing you to the most pleasure that he can give you. Of course, that meant exposing you, but he doesn’t want to wake you from your blissful slumber quite yet.

Not even his chest rises or falls with breath as he hovers above you, watching you closely for any signs of movement. After a little while passes with your eyes still shut, steady breathing and soft whimpers still falling from you, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Slowly, carefully, he discards your shirt, hands beginning to trace over your sides. His touch is gentle, eyes taking in every bare inch of skin presented to him. Nothing but admiration shines in his gaze, a dark, primal sort of lust hiding within. He’s hoping beyond anything to have you smoothly transition from your dream into reality. For when you do, he’ll be ready and waiting with open arms.

There is nothing more rewarding to him than your pleasure. The fact that he alone is the only one able to bring you to such ecstasy makes his heart swell with so much love and pride within his chest. Only he can touch you like this. Only he lives to serve you, to make you see the far reaches of the heavens each time your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Your pleasure is his pleasure, and he could spend eternity worshipping you, all while making you scream his name.

Ever so gently, he presses his face against your chest, right in the valley of your breasts. His hands come up to cup such tender flesh, inhaling deeply as he nuzzles against you. Again, his lips press a tender kiss directly over your heart, wings fluttering in content as his thumbs tease over your nipples.

Fingers trace languidly against your skin, needing to feel every inch of you beneath his touch. Slowly, Seonghwa begins trailing feather light kisses down your body, heart fluttering in anticipation. Every second that passes, your scent becomes stronger, your thighs subconsciously squeezing around his sides. He knows you need him just as desperately as he needs you, and he does not want to waste any more time than he already has.

Reaching the hemline of your sleep shorts, Seonghwa dips the tips of his fingers beneath the band. A tender kiss is placed onto the skin of your stomach, nose nudging against you affectionately. The corner of his lips quirks upwards as he slowly begins tugging your shorts down your thighs, being extra cautious not to wake you.

Of course, Seonghwa cannot help himself. How can he when he has the most perfect being laid out before him? Temptation wins out as he presses loving kisses against your thighs with each inch revealed to him. Once he fully removes your shorts, he nearly lets out a low moan when the sight of your bare pussy, needy and already shimmering with your arousal, is presented to him.

Tossing your shorts somewhere in the room, Seonghwa is quick to run his hands up the length of your legs. His fingers ghost against your skin, breathing deepening as your scent completely immerses him in everything you. Once he reaches the tops of your thighs, his thumbs begin to softly brush against the sensitive flesh. The way you shiver beneath his touch, even while still asleep, makes him smile.

Again, he leans into you, pressing delicate kisses against the skin of your thighs. His teeth graze your flesh, teasing at you as he continues to brush his thumbs over you.

Every little sound you make, every twitch and shudder of your body, has his cock absolutely throbbing against the mattress. A carnal ache resides within him. A desperation only you can satiate. Yet, when it comes to you, he always wants more.

Finally, unable to wait even a moment longer, Seonghwa presses his face against your cunt. He noses along your slit, inhaling deeply as his whole body shudders from your scent. Teasingly, his tongue flicks out to taste you, and even the briefest touch of your arousal on his lips has him moaning shamelessly against your core.

Something within himself snaps. 

With his whole body shaking in need, Seonghwa buries himself deep in your cunt. Desperate, guttural moans escape him as he drags his tongue through your folds, eagerly suckling at the sweet nectar that flows from between your legs. His lips place a few chaste kisses against your clit before he’s wrapping them around such a sensitive little bud, suckling at you eagerly.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, tongue flattening against your clit before rolling in circles. His hot breath hits your cunt with every exhale, wings fluttering above him as he groans lowly. Desperately, his hands tighten over your waist, pulling you even closer into his touch.

A pleased rumble shakes his chest once he feels your fingers tangle in his hair. The way you hold him to your cunt, tugging him in closer has him redoubling his efforts over you.

Heavy breathing permeates the room, your hips beginning to grind against his face in time with his movements. Sleep still clings to the corners of your vision, eyes barely cracked open to peer at him through the darkness. Each flick of his tongue over your clit has pleasant jolts of pure ecstasy coursing through your veins, already feeling so close to the edge as that familiar pressure builds within.

His movements are desperate, shaking his head back and forth while sucking your clit between his lips. Sharp, hooded eyes glint up at you through the shadows, his hips beginning to grind against the mattress as his fingers dig into your skin.

Again, he tugs you in impossibly closer, tongue slipping down to dip between your folds. Swirling the muscle around your entrance, he hums, pressing himself firmer into your cunt. His nose grinds against your clit, tongue buried as deep as possible within you as he licks and sucks almost uncontrollably.

The sound of your moans create a beautiful symphony around him, urging him on. He can tell you’re close. The way your thighs begin to shake around his head makes his cock twitch. His hips grind harder against the mattress, silently begging for you to fall apart with him as he brings you to ecstasy.

Wrapping his lips around your clit once more, it’s like you answer his every prayer.

Back arching from the bed, you come with a loud cry of his name. Your thighs squeeze around his head, holding him in place as he flattens his tongue against you, letting you ride out your orgasm as you grind your hips against him. Whimpers and moans echo alongside blissful sighs of his name, your heart racing as pleasure floods your veins.

The moment he feels you flooding his tongue, his eyes roll into the back of his head. With your thighs closing around his head, his pleased cries get muffled against your cunt as he comes with you. Hot spurts of his come soak into the sheets beneath his hips, fingers digging harshly into your skin. His wings flare out behind him, shuddering along with his whole body as he keeps himself buried against you.

Slowly, you begin to catch your breath.

Bringing your one hand up, you rub at your face. Blinking a few times to clear your vision, you spare a glance at the seraphim between your legs.

Dark eyes already stare up at you lovingly, a soft chuckle shaking his chest. His fingers smooth over your skin, leaning in once more to place a tender kiss against your clit.

“Good morning, My Beloved.” At the way you simply groan in response, a knowing smile begins to tug at his lips. “Good dream?”

“Mmmh, the best…” Humming, you rub lightly at your eyes. A moment later, you pause in your movements, brow furrowing slightly as you take in just how dark the room still is. “What time is it?”

Seonghwa, who has begun placing tender kisses along the skin of your thighs once more, smiles up at you from between your legs. “Not yet dawn.”

You stretch lightly, brushing a hand over your forehead as you take a deep breath in. “What time did you get in last night? I didn’t hear you come home.”

That single, simple word makes him smile, heart warming inside of his chest.

“Not that long ago.” He noses along your thigh, drifting closer and closer to your core with each movement. “I’m glad my return didn’t wake you. Though, it was a treat seeing you wearing those Tweety Bird pyjama shorts I got you.”

Your face flares with heat, averting your gaze to the side.

“They’re comfy.” You mumble, the cutest of pouts tugging at your lips.

Seonghwa chuckles, a soft expression resting on his features as he admires every inch of you before him. The way your fingers lightly begin to play with some strands of his hair has him leaning into your touch.

A pleased rumble shakes his chest, hands caressing over the sides of your thighs and up your hips. Lightly, his gaze flicks downwards, shifting between staring into your eyes before glancing hungrily at your dripping cunt.

“Beloved…”

The desperate moan Seonghwa lets out goes straight to your core, causing you to clench around nothing. A movement of which he eagerly catches.

“Yes, Seonghwa?”

A shiver caresses his spine as you coo his name so tenderly.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“More.” His voice trembles in need as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. He pulls your closer, chest beginning to rise and fall dramatically as he stares, transfixed, at your weeping cunt. “Give me more.”

“Greedy little angel…” You chuckle, tracing your fingers over the side of his cheek. “Don’t you know that gluttony is a sin?”

“But I made a mess, Beloved.” Wide eyes peer up at you, a dark lust swirling behind the guise of innocence. “A beautiful, intoxicating mess. It’s only right that I clean you up.”

“You can’t fool me, Angel.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards in amusement, eyes shining as you peer down at him. “I know you only want to clean me up just so you can make a mess out of me again.”

A pout tugs at his features, eyebrows drooping dramatically. “But I love making a mess out of you.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, then.” You smile, gently brushing some hair out of his eyes. “I love it, too.”

Seonghwa does not need to be told twice.

Without wasting another second, his tongue is back on you. This time, his movements are a lot slower. More precise. No drop is to go to waste. He wants to take his time, letting you feel every ounce of his love and passion for you. He wants you to know just how much he desires you, and just how much he enjoys this.

Pleased hums escape him as he drags his tongue through your folds, laving his mouth over your entire pussy. Dark eyes lock onto your own as he suckles and licks at your cunt, wings fluttering lightly in the air. His hands creep up your sides, touch trailing against your skin as he shifts to cup your breasts. He pinches at your nipples, rolling the pert buds between his fingers before tugging at them gently.

A low moan parts your lips, arching into his touch. Almost immediately, your hands come up to cover his own, pressing them firmer against your breasts. The content rumble that shakes his chest goes straight to your core, clenching around his tongue as he buries the muscle into your tight cunt.

Curling his tongue, his nose brushes tenderly against your clit. He pinches at your nipples once more, squeezing the flesh of your breasts appreciatively. As your hips begin to grind against him, he smirks. Humming contently, Seonghwa shifts to wrap his lips back around that sensitive little bundle of nerves, suckling lightly before flicking his tongue against you.

Soft moans and whimpers slip passed your lips, fingers returning to his hair to pull him in closer. Your whole body feels as if it’s floating, completely relaxing beneath his touch as pleasure courses through your veins. 

Everything about him is sinful. From the way his dark eyes shine beneath the light of the moon, captivating you in their loving, lustful pools. To the way his hands trace over your skin, burning multiple paths of desire, comfort, safety, and fulfillment all at the same time. You cannot count the amount of times he’s lost himself in you using just his tongue, and you know that tonight is no exception.

Your heart swells with nothing but love as he reaches out for your free hand. Almost instantly, he’s intertwining your fingers with his, squeezing gently. 

He’s right here, and he always will be.

Using his opposite hand, he parts your folds with two fingers. His tongue licks a long strip up your cunt before flattening over your clit. Now that he’s opened you completely to him, there is nothing in the way for him to be able to give you the most pleasure that he can.

A deep groan reverberates against you, hot breaths hitting your cunt with every exhale.

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to worship.” A tender kiss is placed upon your clit. “Perfect, delectable little cunt… Only one I’ll ever want. Only one I’ll ever need.”

Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head, thighs shaking from his words. Your fingers tighten in his hair, squeezing his hand in your own as you whimper his name.

“That’s it, Beloved,” He coos, bumping his nose against your clit affectionately. “Say my name. Scream my name to the heavens and tell them who your eternal servant is. Tell them who it always will be. In this life, and the next. For all eternity.”

Your whole body begins to tremble as he wraps his lips around your clit, gently suckling on that sensitive little bundle of nerves. He purposely keeps you suspended in bliss, teetering right on the edge as he watches your whole being flood with ecstasy.

Pride fills his chest at how you whimper and whine for him, your hips desperately rolling against his tongue as he teases at your cunt.

“Tell me, Beloved,” A harsh suck is given to your clit, his eyes flashing as he locks gazes with you. “Who does such a delectable pussy belong to?”

All that you can manage is a desperate moan, chest heaving as that building pressure becomes almost unbearable within you. You can feel your clit practically pulsating, beginning to clench rhythmically around nothing.

“Who’s pretty pussy am I allowed to worship? To devour?”

“Seonghwa-“

“Say it.” Dark eyes flash beneath the moonlight, tone sharp as he growls lowly. “Come on, Pretty Girl. I want to hear you say it.”

Your breath hitches, nearing choking on a whine. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure overwhelming your every nerve, you attempt to steady your shaking form. Taking a deep breath in, you go to speak.

However, the moment the words begin to form on your lips, Seonghwa wraps his own back around your clit, sucking harshly.

“Fuck-“ Inhaling sharply, your eyes fly open. Your voice borders on a scream as you just manage to choke out, “My pretty pussy is all yours to devour-“

Your words get caught in your throat as another loud curse escapes you, tossing your head back onto the pillows.

Seonghwa snarls against your cunt, shaking his head back and forth rapidly as he eagerly continues to suck at your clit. His hands tighten over you, pulling you impossibly closer as his wings flare out behind him.

A scream of his name tears from your throat, whole body shaking as your back arches from the bed. Your orgasm crashes into you unforgivingly, feet lifting slightly in the air from the intensity. Desperate whines and moans of his name escape you, clenching around nothing as your release floods out of you.

Only, Seonghwa doesn’t stop there.

Your cries of ecstasy only serve to spur him on as he slides the two fingers he had been using to spread your pussy open for him into your cunt. The feeling of your walls sucking him in, squeezing around his digits so delicately makes him groan. A shudder wracks his whole body, eyes closing briefly in bliss as his cock throbs against the sheets. Already he’s so close to coming again, but first, he needs to see you falling apart for him again. Because of him.

With practiced ease, he curls his fingers right up against that special spot inside of you. His tongue flicks at your clit, placing delicate kisses against that sensitive little bud before sucking harshly at it once more. The lewd, wet slurping sounds of his tongue on your cunt fill the room, only serving to make him even more feral than he already is.

High pitched moans escape you, tears of pleasure beginning to line your eyes as your whole body shakes beneath his hold. Your thighs squeeze around his head, not even deterring him in the slightest as you wither and whine. Every little touch makes your head spin, pleasure overwhelming your every sense.

You both wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!” You gasp out, eyes squeezing shut as you practically curl into his touch. “Don’t stop-“ A catch in your breath as you cling to him for dear life. “Please, don’t fucking stop!”

A snarl of agreement fills the air, adding more pressure to his fingers as he massages over that special spot deep inside of you. His lips never once leave your clit, hooded gaze locked on your figure and practically demanding that you to fall apart for him right now.

With one final flick over your clit, you do.

Like lightning streaking across the sky, your orgasm crackles through your veins like a flash of electricity. Another scream of his name tears from your throat, broken and desperate as you squirt all over his face. Each movement against your cunt has you shuddering beneath his touch, vision blurring at the corners as the first of your tears of pleasure begin to slide down your cheeks.

Your hold on him is like a vice, grounding yourself to him as your chest heaves with every breath. You can feel something warm and wet splatter lightly against your thighs, Seonghwa’s deep moans beginning to harmonize alongside your own.

The way you notice his wings trembling in the air through your blissful haze causes the corners of your lips to twitch upwards. Knowing he’s just as affected as you are right now makes warmth swell inside of your chest, nothing but love flooding your very soul.

Seonghwa rests his forehead tenderly against your thigh while he catches his breath. His head swims with nothing but you, overwhelmed in the best of ways. Every ounce of his desire for you flows beneath the surface of his skin, drowning him in an undeniable ecstasy that only you can bring him. Seeing you like this - your pure and unfiltered form indulging in all that he has to offer - is unlike any other sensation he has ever felt in his entire existence.

He could never tire of this.

He could never tire of you.

Sliding his fingers from your cunt while releasing his hold on your hand, Seonghwa begins trailing kisses back up your body. Each press of his lips against you is soft, taking his time to admire every contour of your body. Every dip and curve of your glorious figure is sacred to him, and he never wants you to forget how beautiful you truly are. 

How beautiful you have always been.

Finally, his lips return to your own, giving you a deep and tender kiss which conveys his undying affections for you. Soft hums are breathed out against you, Seonghwa cupping your cheek gently in one hand while he slides his opposite arm around your waist. Pulling your chest flush against his own, he settles himself comfortably between your legs.

The feeling of his cock sliding through your wet folds, already hard and aching for you once more, makes you smile.

“My insatiable Little Sinner,” You coo, threading your fingers gently through his hair.

“When it comes to you?” His lips quirk upwards against your own, eyes shining with nothing but pure devotion as he openly admires you before him. “Always.”

[atzloverr]

Love beyond our realm

Yandere fallen angel Yeosang x reader

Warnings: not biblically accurate AT ALL, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, yandere themes, rape, bondage, oral (f recieving), purely fiction, body worship, he is fucked in the head, read at your own risk!!! minors dni

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Yeosang hated humans.

He had always thought of them as lesser creatures, even as his brethren thought of them as cute and clueless, Yeosang knew what they were truly capable of.

Being a guardian angel to a monster disguised as a human was hard, and having to watch that monster hurt innocent people, was enough to convince Yeosang to never trust a human again.

“Forgive me father,” Yeosang spoke. The cathedral was empty at this time of day, so he found himself here, begging for forgiveness in such a pathetic human place. He would’ve returned to his own realm, if it weren’t for the sin he had committed.

Surely they’ll never forgive him for killing a human. It’s the one rule Angels can never break, no matter what. They were sent to help the poor humans, so committing such a crime could never be forgiven.

As much as Yeosang wanted to feel bad, he just couldn’t. Seeing the human he was assigned to protect rape innocent women was enough to make Yeosang snap.

“These filthy humans…” he spoke lowly before standing up to leave the cathedral once again. His majestic wings shimmered in the moonlight shining through the windows as he finally decided to make his way back to his realm. If it was one thing he had learned from his brethren, it was to never avoid the inevitable.

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Yeosang’s anguished scream was probably heard by all creatures of the realm, as he was harshly whipped. When yet another whipping sound was heard, it was soon followed by another sound of pure terror.

The blonde angel had to admit that he had it coming. He knew what he did when he decided to personally murder that disgusting man, and even as he felt the harsh whip crack the skin of his chest open once again, he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.

As he felt himself slowly lose consciousness after the hours of torture, he was sure this was the end. Angels were known to be immortal in the human realm, but they could die in the hands of another supernatural being.

As he finally felt the deep and dark slumber wash over him, a wave of relief did so as well. Finally, his suffering was going to end, and he wouldn’t have to endure the miserable life of an angel anymore.

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It was a rainy evening, the dark clouds occasionally being illuminated by the bright lightning. You heard the rumble of thunder as you drove home from work on the empty driveway.

Suddenly, your attention was snatched by something odd laying on the side of the rode. You squinted, trying to see the oddly shaped thing. As you came closer and closer, your eyes only widened further.

Wings.

Big, white and graceful wings were wrapped around the creature. You wondered if it was some kind of bird, but you had never seen such big wings before.

As you came closer to the odd thing, you pulled over and rushed out of the car to examine it.

You started looking at it from different angles, but when you finally saw the full form of the creature, you froze.

It was a human. With wings.

You blinked.

Without even processing those unimaginable thoughts for longer, you stepped closer to him. He looked young, and his chest and stomach was filled with wounds, bleeding out. The only clothes he seemed to wear was a type of cloth around his hips, covering up his private parts. You crouched down, trying to get a better look at him.

He was lying on his side, his right wing wrapped protectively around him like a shield. His body weight was pressed over the other, and even though you still couldn’t comprehend this being, you could tell he needed help.

His eyes were closed, and even after just getting a brief look at his face, you gasped in awe at his beauty.

An angel?

You thought back to your mother, who told you tales about the angels. Those who protect us every single day, without us knowing a thing.

You had always thought of those stories as fairytales, but right now, you had no choice but to believe them.

You grabbed his wounded shoulders, trying your best to avoid any cuts, and tried shaking him awake.

“Hello?” your voice called for him, laced with panic and urgency. Your breath only picked up more when he showed no signs of consciousness, lying there like a lifeless doll on the ground.

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A voice.

Small, but so apparent.

Yeosang contemplated whether he was dead or not. It was unknown to him what would happen if an angel died. Would he be eternally punished for his sins?

That voice.

He heard it again.

It wasn’t the voice of some cruel demon wanting to hurt him, it was one laced with concern and care.

He didn’t want to believe what his suspicions told him.

A human woman.

Yeosang felt his body being shaken. Two hands were wrapped around his forearms, too gently to hurt, but too firm to go unnoticed in the state he found himself in.

Somewhere in between life and death. This voice, these hands, they were desperately trying to pull him towards life.

He found himself growing more and more aware, and suddenly, you were there. You were right in front of him.

Surely, this creature couldn’t be human.

Such a warm gaze, such a gentle tone, even when in distress. Such beauty, what could he had possibly done to deserve such a deity’s tender attention.

Your eyes roamed his wounded body, and occasionally met his half opened eyes, admiring you.

“Here, please let me help you,” he heard your voice sound out. His wings flapped in discomfort, and just then, he realized the position he was in. A groan of pain escaped his lips as his body weight pressed down on his injured wing.

You tried to pull him upwards, and his surprisingly light body came crashing down in your embrace. You still tried your best not to hurt his already wounded body.

Yeosang’s head snapped up, meeting your gaze. He examined your face with caution. She looked human. He knew there were kind humans out there, but a part of him didn’t want to believe it.

“Do you think you could walk with me to my car?” you asked. The intense worry in your voice shocked the angel. Why would you care so much for someone you had never encountered before?

As you helped him stand up, he hissed in pain when you accidentally brushed up against his injured wing. You apologized immediately, slowly leading him to your car.

The quiet rumble of the engine soothed the injured angel in your backseat. In order to fit his large wings in your small car, he had to almost lay down. You weren’t happy with his position, but made sure to try and drive as safely as possible, not wanting to cause an accident.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you focused on driving. He noticed the way you purposely avoided all the road bumps, clearly not wanting him to get further injured.

He had never been this mesmerized with a mere human before. Having seen them every day for years, this was the first time someone managed to catch his attention in this way.

He ended up silently admiring you the entire car ride home, not wanting to tear his eyes away from you for a reason he couldn’t understand. What about you was so special? Why did he feel the need to protect you? Sure, as a guardian angel, it was his job to protect his assigned human, but he had never felt such an obligation to do so until as of right now.

You eyed the curious angel in your backseat through the rear-view window, still not quite believing your own eyes. As you stopped the car, you had to gather all your sanity to talk to him again. Had you gone crazy? Was this some weird hallucination who you spoke to?

It had felt so real, helping him to your car, touching his blemished skin.

When you finally appeared at the small cottage you had learned to call home, you noticed that the rain had stopped. You smiled slightly when you stepped out of the car, only being able to smell the previous downpour.

“Here, let me help you out,” you suggested to the man in your backseat, reaching out your hand for him to grab. His eyes were wide with interest, as he slowly put his hand in yours. He blinked at the sudden touch.

As you gently led him into your house, sitting him down on a chair in the kitchen, Yeosang’s eyes never left your face. You didn’t know what to think of it. You honestly didn’t know what to think of any of this.

“Okay, I’ll go get some things to clean your wounds with, so you just stay put,” you said, sounding unsure of yourself. Yeosang only nodded, knowing that your human medicine might not work on him, but not minding having you try and take care of him.

As you rushed to the bathroom, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. There was a random man, if you could even call him that, in your house. Where did he come from? Why was he lying on the street covered in wounds? What is he?

You gathered tour thoughts, and decided to just focus on what you could do right now, which was just helping him patch up.

As you anxiously stepped into your small kitchen again, you noticed that he had stood up, currently examining a painting on your wall.

“O- Oh no, please sit down,” you begged, slowly walking up to him. “You’re hurt.”

He looked at you, and immediately went back to the position you left him in, sitting obediently on the chair. You sighed as you picked up an antibacterial liquid, coating a cotton swab with it.

“This might sting,” you said apologetically, slowly cleaning one of the wounds on his stomach. You eyed his reaction, but barely found a response, he just kept his eyes plastered on your face in interest.

As you continued treating his wounds, Yeosang felt an odd feeling in his stomach. Even when his wings were aching like never before, the pain of literally falling out of the sky haunting him, he could only focus on one thing right now.

You.

You were such a sweet little human. As much as it was endearing, it was also confusing. Humans were vile creatures, only causing trouble on earth, so why were you an exception? It almost frustrated the angel. It was as if his beliefs got crushed, proving him wrong about the humans.

Oh, but you were so cute. Helping him with his wounds, treating them with such care and weariness.

Yeosang thought that, maybe this was a sign from the gods. Maybe, his sins would only be forgiven if he succeeded at his new task.

Protecting you.

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For the first few days, Yeosang assumed you were just a kind hearted human, who was willing to take care of him when he needed it most. But when he gazed upon your worried expression as you tenderly cleaned his legs, making sure not to brush up against his not yet fully healed injuries, another thought came to him.

You weren’t just a mere human, no. You were something else. Perhaps, some unknown force granted him a new opportunity to prove himself, by giving him a new chance.

A goddess.

A new person for him to devote himself to, only this time, in human form.

Surely it couldn’t have been a coincidence, meeting you that day, when he was in such desperate need for care.

“Yeosang, are you listening to me?” you smiled, looking up at the man’s dazed eyes. He blinked, before looking away in shame. “Sorry, what were you saying?” Yeosang said quietly, his gaze meeting yours.

“Do your wounds still hurt? Do you want me to get some medicine?” you repeated, causing Yeosang to immediately shake his head. “No, no, there’s… No need for that,” he replied, hands finding the towel laying in his lap.

For the past few days, you had been taking care of Yeosang like one would take care of a child, in need of constant care. You made him meals, bathed him and made sure he got enough sleep every night. When he explained to you what his life had been like before you found him, you couldn’t even believe what you were hearing.

If anyone else would’ve told you these obscure stories about angels, you would’ve never believed a single word, but as you woke up every morning with the winged man still in your house, you had no choice but to believe him.

And at this point, you didn’t know what to do with him. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, but honestly, you couldn’t afford taking care of him for however long he needed it.

Yeosang didn’t seem the least bit worried about his future though. He just kept a small smile plastered on his lips as you tended to his needs.

You watched as he politely wiped his lips after finishing the breakfast you had provided him.

“Thank you so much, Y/n,” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I have to get to work now,” you spoke, getting up to put your outerwear on, but a hand around your wrist halted you in your movements. Your head snapped back to Yeosang, who had stood up from his seat, an almost frightened look on his face.

“N-no don’t…” he started, fingers grazing your wrist carefully.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, and there’s lunch for you to heat up when I’m gone,” you comforted, awkwardly trying to shake his grip on you.

He pouted and let out a whine in disagreement, like a child throwing a tantrum. Yeosang knew that if his brethren saw him like this, they wouldn’t be able to stifle their laughter. His utter disgust with the human race was such a contrast to his behavior right now, feeling such sadness at the thought of you leaving.

Just as you were about to wave Yeosang goodbye, he pulled your body towards his in a long hug, his almost fully healed wings wrapping around the two of you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt flustered at his sudden display of affection, but just assumed he felt scared to be alone. He hadn’t spent a single moment alone as a fallen angel, without you by his side, aiding to his needs constantly.

Yeosang watched as your car drove further and further away from your small house, the sound of the engine slowly fading away. He felt so useless, not being able to watch over you in your daily life. Who knew what type of humans would encounter you today? Who knew what they would to do you?

Yeosang took a few deep breaths. He had to keep himself calm, and presentable for you, his goddess. You were never to see him in such a state, lacking self control. He needed to prove himself as your devoted follower.

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“Y/n! You’re home!” Yeosang cheered as he practically flew up from the couch, running up to you as you stepped inside. You felt a comfortable warmth when he took your hands in his, yours being cold from the october weather outside. He rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs, continuing to warm them.

A look of distress covered his features before he wrapped his arms around you. You never expected him to be so touchy, but honestly, couldn’t complain.

You hadn’t received this type of affection from someone in years, and knowing someone was anticipating your return from work felt… good.

You didn’t want to admit it, thinking back to the fact that this man was a complete stranger, and a fallen angel at that.

“You’re freezing,” he pouted, his arms rubbing your shoulders. “You have to dress more appropriately,” he scolded, but you only giggled at his attempt at sounding tough.

“I’m fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes before detangling yourself from his arms. His eyes kept following your figure as you took off your shoes and coat, never once leaving your form, even as you started becoming visibly uncomfortable with his stare.

You were just so, enchanting. Something about you was so graceful and beautiful. The way you swiftly took off your coat, or just the way your hair curved when you tucked it behind your ears. Yeosang couldn’t tell if he wanted you to dote on him for the rest of your life, or if he wanted to be the one to take care of you. He didn’t want to disturb you with his needs and wants, but oh, how wonderful it felt to have someone like you look after him. He could easily make himself seem more helpless than he actually is, just to observe you when you take care of him.

After dinner, it didn’t take long until you were passed out on the couch. The meaningless program on the TV, paired with the exhaustion from your long shift, made your eyelids heavy in a matter of seconds. Yeosang watched closely as your chest rose and fell in your deep slumber.

A small gasp escaped his lips. How could someone be so beautiful, even when fast asleep? You looked so peaceful and calm, contrasting your somewhat stressed demeanor that you always seemed to have during the day.

Yeosang wanted to make every day for you free of stress and anxiety. You deserved to be loved, cherished and taken care of in a way no other human could even dream of.

You didn’t wake up when you were slowly picked up from your position on the couch. The TV turned off, and the sweet humming of Yeosang being the only thing heard in your house.

Yeosang made sure not to move you too quickly when he put you down on the soft bed. When you were at work, he had tried his best to understand everything there was to know about your house, so he had quickly learned where you kept all of your clothes.

Just as he was about to pull out some clothes for you to sleep in, he had a thought.

Did you really need clothes to sleep in?

Angels never wore clothes when sleeping, and after all, you had your blankets to cover your body. He closed your closet and walked up to your sleeping form. Looking down, he could see the way his hands were trembling slightly in excitement. Seeing a goddess like you unclothed would truly be a privilege, but as your devoted follower, he would make sure to make it up to you in any way he possibly could.

When Yeosang slowly pulled your pants down, revealing your bare legs, he felt an odd sensation between his legs. He twitched, and looked down to see his already fully ejected dick, forming a tent in the loose pants you’d provided for him.

Never in his life had he gotten so turned on this quickly. Angels were higher creatures, with more self control, so did becoming a fallen angel mean that he now had the sexual drive of a regular human? Yeosang tried his best to ignore his thoughts, and continued to undress you carefully.

His breath shuddered when he revealed your bare stomach. Unfortunately, you were wearing a bra. Another thing he hated about humans, their need to make the female gender suffer. Why should you need to wear such an uncomfortable thing? He sighed as he unclasped it from the back. He made sure his touch remained featherlight, not wanting to wake you up from your well deserved rest.

Now, the only thing remaining on you were your panties. Yeosang had to admit it felt perverted, to undress you like this when you weren’t conscious. He knew that humans felt ashamed to be seen bare, but he really only did this for your own comfort.

His hands gripped the soft fabric of your panties as he slowly pulled them down. He felt his heartbeat pick up in excitement when you were soon completely naked, small goosebumps showing up on your skin as the cold air chilled you.

You truly were divine.

Yeosang was sure he hadn’t seen you this beautiful before. You were truly unreal, your body curved to perfection, illuminated with such a gentle glow.

Your covers were gently thrown over your body. Yeosang started to undress himself, not being able to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He wasn’t satisfied with the boxers you had given him. They were too tight, and not breathable enough, but if it made you happy, he would wear anything you asked him to.

As his body slowly sunk under the covers, he almost moaned at the feeling of the soft material against his skin. His wings had a mind of their own, instinctively wrapping around your body. Yeosang felt flustered as your body pushed against his. He inhaled your scent deeply, and couldn’t stop his hand from traveling lower on his body.

He had never felt this type of sexual frustration before. It was like he needed a release as quickly as possible. His hips soon started bucking into his soft hands, small moans of pleasure escaping him. He made sure to keep his eyes on you the whole time, making sure you stayed asleep.

His free arm snaked itself around your bare waist, his hand lovingly rubbing your stomach. Yeosang felt his orgasm building inside of him, and had to bite his lips in order to muffle his loud moans as he finally exploded into his hand, trying not to make a mess in your bed.

Even as Yeosang’s eyes started to roll back, he made sure to keep them on you. He couldn’t be distracted from your beauty. This was all because of you. As his breathing slowly calmed down again, he couldn’t stop himself from leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, the small whimpers you let out in your sleep making him think of something.

It felt so wrong.

Pleasuring himself like this, without even giving you an ounce of the same wonderful feelings of bliss. You deserved to be worshipped, not have someone worthless getting the pleasure of the sight of you without paying you for the privilege.

Yeosang’s hands pulled away from your form as he repositioned himself. He was now on top of you, the sheets pulled off of you to reveal the beauty underneath.

He started leaving open mouthed kisses down your body, his tongue occasionally licking your soft skin to get a taste of the divine. When his head came down to the level of your chest, he couldn’t help but attach his mouth to one of your soft breasts.

He started licking your nipples carefully, still making sure not to wake you up. When he noticed that you were still fast asleep, he got so bold as to suck on the hardened nubs, his tongue slowly flicking them. No words could describe the satisfaction he felt when you let out another small whimper. You must like it then, he thought.

He let his mouth keep wandering down, kisses being left all over your stomach, before he finally reached his final destination.

He gently held your thighs in his hands, his fingers softly kneading the flesh. He took a few deep breaths before doing what he couldn’t wait any longer to do. He felt a jolt of pleasure wash over him when he finally felt your warm sex on his tongue.

The erection he had worked to get down, was now bigger than ever.

His tongue started lapping you slowly, just drinking in your taste. Yeosang had to stifle a moan when he felt your divine juices coat his lips. Soon, the long laps evolved into fast licks to your clit, making you stir slightly in your sleep. Lewd sounds continued to escape your barely opened lips, your body succumbing to the pleasure of Yeosang’s tongue working wonders.

At this point, keeping you asleep wasn’t one of Yeosang’s concerns. He honestly wouldn’t mind it if you woke up. You deserved to feel this pleasure, and he could tell your orgasm was starting to build even as you kept sleeping, your hips bucking into his face slightly, in a way that was barely noticeable.

As his mouth started sucking on your clit, your little whimpers became moans instead, and Yeosang noticed the way you slowly regained consciousness.

He kept abusing your clit in a way he knew made you weak in the knees, and now, your eyes were opening. Your moans of pleasure got mixed with confused sounds, your mind not comprehending what was going on.

If Yeosang’s mouth wasn’t occupied, he would’ve told you to just enjoy it, to not worry about anything. But now, his only goal was to make you cum, to let you drown in the pleasure of an orgasm. And that, you did.

You couldn’t even think when you felt your thighs clench around his head in desperation, your orgasm washing over you, filling you with bliss. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your legs starting to shake. Yeosang’s skillful tongue was still pleasuring you between your legs as you whined in overstimulation.

You blinked before grabbing Yeosang’s head. He obeyed when you pulled him upward slightly, his head eventually coming up to eye level with you.

“What are you doing—“ you slurred out, still feeling hazy from just having woken up. “Shh,” he hushed, his hands finding your hair. He laid down next to you, humming softly as his hands soothingly rubbed your head.

“It was just a dream…” you heard before slowly drifting into unconsciousness once again.

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Ever since that night, Yeosang had grown more and more desperate. At this point, one might even call him obsessed.

You had woken up completely clothed, with Yeosang acting completely natural. You felt so disgusted with yourself, having wet dreams of the innocent man who had been nothing but kind to you.

Yeosang smirked when he saw the look on your face that morning, clearly searching his face for any information. You must’ve just thought it was a dream. How cute.

Yeosang knew you felt ashamed, which probably meant you would try to subconsciously ‘make it up to him’ in some way. So one day when you came home from work, Yeosang innocently came up to you with a massage oil he found in your bathroom.

“Let me try…” he said, eyes twinkling with innocence. You couldn’t even deny him, that begging look in his eyes combined with your need for a massage making it impossible.

You were soon splayed out on the bed on your stomach, only a towel covering your private parts as Yeosang’s soft hands kneaded your back in just the right way. Yeosang felt his erection grow as you let out low moans of pleasure, mind wandering back to that night.

That’s when Yeosang first realized, he needed to have you again. He needed to continue worshipping at the altar that was your body.

You felt conflicted about Yeosang’s presence in your home. As much as you found it odd to have this creature in your own home, you had also grown fond of him, finding him more and more endearing for each day that passed.

But for each day that passed, Yeosang felt himself become more and more possessive over you. You were his goddess. No human could ever even begin to understand your importance on this earth, so hearing you talk on the phone with your coworkers, especially those of the male gender, made Yeosang’s skin crawl in disgust.

You were just watching TV one afternoon when Yeosang plopped himself down on his knees in front of you. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but he answered before you could utter the question.

“Please Y/n,” he started, his voice laced with utter desperation. His eyes found yours, before he said words you would never expect to exit his mouth. “Let me taste you again.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your head tilting. You didn’t want to realize what he was actually saying.

“That night… It- It wasn’t a dream, Y/n,” he confessed, his eyes continually staring into your wide ones. “I know you enjoyed it,” he continued, his hands starting to explore the length of your legs.

You immediately scooted away from your spot in the couch, breath quickening in panic as you let his words sink in.

“What wasn’t a dream?” you tested him, still refusing to accept it.

“When I tasted you for the first time… Oh, it was so beautiful—“

“You did that to me in my sleep!?” you yelled, scrambling up from the couch and taking a few steps back. Yeosang followed suit, stepping closer to you with a confused expression.

“But Y/n, you enjoyed—“

“Have you done it multiple times?” you asked, voice cracking slightly in panic.

He paused. “Well, yes, but I just wanted to make you feel good—“

You interrupted him with a sharp gasp, your head shaking in disbelief.

“You freak!” you yelled, backing into the wall behind you, feeling disgusted at the man’s previous actions. Yeosang’s eyes widened at your outburst, his eyes already filling with tears. He never wanted it to be this way, he just wanted you to feel good—

As you were about to run past the man, you were harshly grabbed by your waist, almost causing you to fall. You were turned around to find Yeosang on his knees in front of you, clasping on to your body, his face pushed against your thighs.

“Don’t leave me, please,” he begged, his voice telling you that he was already crying. You didn’t know what to make of any of this. You felt intimidated by his steel grip on you, not allowing you to move a centimeter.

“My goddess please, I’ll do anything,” he sobbed. You looked down at him in confusion. “Goddess?” you echoed.

He only sobbed louder at your response, his arms now working to pull you down to his level. You eventually gave in to his pull, allowing yourself to be sat down in front of him on the floor. His arms wrapped around your form, his wings shielding the two of you.

You were stuck.

Yeosang’s tears blended with your own, as his mouth pressed kisses on your cheeks in some attempt at comforting you.

“Stay with me here, forever,” he whispered, hands roaming your body. “My goddess, I’ll do anything.”

You felt suffocated by the warmth of Yeosang’s body pressed against yours with his wings not letting any air into your little cocoon. The longer you stayed in there, the less conscious you became, your body eventually falling limp into Yeosang’s arms from the lack of air, sending you into a deep sleep that you would never forgive yourself for falling into.

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You woke up to the feeling of something wet and warm spreading its juices across your nipples, a whine escaping your throat as your eyes found the man responsible.

You viewed as his head lifted from your breasts, his tear-stained eyes meeting yours in a smile you could only describe as disgusting. His lips shined with his saliva, his teeth grazing them ever so lightly. He remained eye contact with you as his lips found your left nipple again, his tongue swirling against it before he sucked on it, making a pop sound when disconnecting from it.

“Good morning beautiful,” he spoke before switching to your right boob, his hand instead playing with the other. You immediately tried to get up, but noticed something restraining you from doing so.

You looked up to the horror of your hands tied to the headboard of your bed, the rope not budging when you tried to harshly pull your arms away. When trying to move your legs, you noticed that they were the same, making you whine in frustration, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Now you can stay here forever,” Yeosang giggled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, before lowering his head to your chest once again. ”My goddess.”

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[yourfatherlucifer]

Young God (PSH)

Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader

Summary: "Y'know my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs and if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight."

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem rec.), innocence corruption, overstim, crying, rough sex, dom!seonghwa, becoming a fallen angel, cursing, mentions of going to hell, biblical mentions.

AU: Angel

Genre: Smut

WC: 778

Rating; R

Nets: @wonderlandnet @kflixnet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @pirateeznet

Taglist: @k-hotchoisan @wooyoungqueen @stardragongalaxy

Song: Young God by Halsey

(this is the filthiest thing ive ever written omg)

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

"Oh, my pretty thing. My God created you perfectly, so perfect." His hand trailed down your face as you trembled beneath him, becoming to hot in your own clothes.

"Too bad I must corrupt you, for I have fallen for you." Seonghwa smirked, sitting up, removing himself from straddling your thighs.

"Seonghwa..what are you gonna do?" your own voice betrayed you as it cracked.

He smiled, "Well, if you wanna go to heaven, my pretty, you should fuck me tonight." His wings fluttered behind him, "though, I have a feeling, after I'm done with you, I'm sure neither of us will return to heaven. I am going to corrupt your pure soul."

Seonghwa leaned forward and ripped your shirt in half, staring at your still covered breasts, "tsk. such an annoying thing."

You gasped as he ripping your bra off as well, he wore a smirk the whole time.

How did you not see something as beautiful as Seonghwa, an angel, be so filthy, so corrupting? Something sculpted by God himself, but with the personality of a sex devil. Something whose white wings were huge and blinding.

Seonghwa could see the tears in your eyes building up, "My dear, do you not want this?" He leaned forward to wipe away your tears.

"I do, Seonghwa, I just - I've never done anything like this."

Seonghwa sighed, "I figured as much, darling, that is why I want it to be me who corrupts you. Not a human, not anyone or anything else. Me." His voice became authoritative, it was frightening but oh-so-hot.

He stopped caressing your face and moved down to your waist, pulling down your bottoms with the underwear.

You became nervous, what was was he going to do?

You could feel his hot breath hovering over your wet cunt, 'Y'know, Y/N, my tongue is my weapon after all. I'd say its like the serpent who corrupted Eve."

His two hands placed a strong grip on your thighs to keep them from moving, he was about to feast and didn't want you stopping him with them.

Seonghwa's nose brushed along your clit as his tongue tested the waters of your weeping hole.

You couldn't help but moan and arch your back at this feeling that is foreign, something you've never felt. Pleasure they called it. A new experience for you.

His tongue darted in and out of your hole, dragging itself along the rubbery walls, tears were pouring down your face, "Seonghwa!" You cried out.

He simply ignored you, wanting to stay with his meal. He let your hand fly to his hair, his wings flapping in response.

Seonghwa removed himself before you could ever cum, he wants to feel it around him.

You had whined in response when he moved away, "Why?"

"Patience."

He removed his white robe, letting it fall to ground below your bed.

His hard cock stood proudly, its tip already leaking in excitement, he was definitely well endowed.

Your eyes widened as you sat up, "Seonghwa, I- is that even gonna fit?"

He cackled, "Of course it will."

Seonghwa climbed back onto the bed, a smirk on his face, his black hair dangling in front of his eyes, which were now hooded and filled with pure lust. Something you should never see on a regular angel.

He stroked his cock in front of you, letting low moans fall from his mouth, "Fuck, I cannot wait to be inside of you, my pretty thing."

You waiting eagerly as he poked the tip to your entrance, pain began to spread throughout as his pushed his way in slowly.

The tears became a waterfall, "Seonghwa!"

"It's alright, I promise it'll be okay."

He waited until he could hear moans from you before he began to thrust into you, "Ah fuck!" Seonghwa pushed your legs to your chest as he arched his back to watch his fat cock disappear in and out of your hole.

His pace became faster, his rhythm much harder.

Your moans only encouraged him as he snapped his hips against the back of your thighs, "Fuck, you're squeezing me." He hissed.

"Seonghwa, something weird is happening!"

"That's it, baby, you're cumming, just for me. Cum around my angelic fat cock." He laughed, sticking his tongue out as his concentrated on his rhythm.

"And this, this is where you corrupt me, my dear." Seonghwa felt himself cumming, so he sped up, his cum splashing your walls.

He fell on top of you, but you noticed his once white wings were slowly turning black and disheveled, "Seonghwa, your wings.."

He chuckled in your ears, "You made me fall, looks like we're both going to hell."

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length: 17/? chapters [ongoing] - 160k

it’s finally the day of your trial. you’ve been waiting for this day for years. will you succeed and become a warrior your clan can finally be proud of? or will you fail, and be banished from the village forever? 

the rainbow thief | @bluehwale

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: demigods!ateez, fluff, crack, angst

length: 2/3 chapters [indefinite hiatus] - 5.1k

camp half blood introduces you to a new life — new routines, a goddess as a mom, siblings you've only recently knew about, and of course, the eight friends (or lovers?) you made along the way.

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pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: flight attendant!reader, smut

length: oneshot - 18.3k

yes, you’re suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but “surprised” doesn’t cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips

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pairing: ot8 x reader, some parts ot8-focused

genre: emo rock band!ateez x fangirl!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, trigger warnings

length: 6/? parts [status unknown] - 17.9k

nil author synopsis

[new chapter added] misfits | @tainsan

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, smut

length: 13/? chapters [ongoing] - 113.3k

when your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, ateez. you’ve heard rumours after rumours about the eight males who are as cold as ice, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know. when they offer you a place to live after your housing is destroyed by a fire, you end up finding out dark secrets that have been hidden for years.

without a trace | @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: vigilante!au, action, angst, slight crack, heavy themes

length: 11/11 chapters + 10/10 podcast transcripts [completed] - 98.6k

vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide by the law, a few continue on. then, one day, a greater threat forces these vigilantes to come together once again, regardless of the law.

pirate king | @chaseatinydream 🩶

pairing: hongjoong x reader, wooyoung x reader

genre: pirate!au, fantasy, romance

length: 90/90 chapters [completed] - 251.8k

life as an amnesiac on board a pirate ship ruled by the one and only pirate king doesn’t seem very promising, but hey, anything’s better than becoming shark food.

this night together | @honeyhotteoks 🩶

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genre: a/b/o/omegaverse, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 14/? chapters [ongoing] - 126.5k

you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone.

not all that glitters is gold | @the7thcrow

pairing: seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

genre: action, adventure, fantasy, romance, angst, fluff, suggestive

length: 11/? chapters [ongoing] - 146.4k

as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.

making wishes | @hwaightme

pairing: seonghwa x wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship to poly, smut

length: oneshot - 7.0k

making wishes on shooting stars, on burning candles, you wanted one thing to come true. seonghwa and wooyoung are more than willing to celebrate the birthday girl.

outlaw miniseries | @hongism

pairing: yunho x jongho x reader (part iii), san x wooyoung x reader (part vi - coming soon)

genre: outlaw!ateez, dystopian futurism, lore, angst, fluff, smut

length: 3/6 standalone parts [ongoing] - 14.8k

(part iii) ‘two for the price of one!’ the sign outside the shop had read, and well, you’ve never been one to pass up on a good deal.

(part vi) author synopsis coming soon

we ransacked the city | @tenelkadjowrites

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa x reader

genre: richsnobs!hongjoong and seonghwa, badgirl!reader, angst, smut

length: 5/5 chapters [completed] - 31.4k

five years ago, torn between losing your wealth or remaining friends with hongjoong and seonghwa, you chose money. working on leaving your life of bad behaviour behind you, your days are now spent obeying your parents and playing the good girl in order to keep your inheritance. but when hongjoong and seonghwa suddenly return, everything is thrown upside down…and old habits die hard.

letters to a ruined king | @setsugekka (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, seonghwa x reader, yunho x reader, san x reader

genre: pirate!au, royalty!au, fantasy, romance, action, angst, smut

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 150.8k

if there’s one thing you remember as a mantra from growing up in a street thief guild, it’s ‘trust no one but your own, don’t get wrapped up with the wrong crowd.’ unfortunately, these seven pirates and their irate captain have left you with little choice.

as the world caves in (to eden) | @atzfilm (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, san x reader, wooyoung x reader, ? x reader

genre: apocalypse!au, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 11/? chapters [hiatus] - 55.2k

a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

better than me? | @beahae

pairing: san x reader, ft. seonghwa x yunho x wooyoung x reader

genre: bf!san x reader x bf's best friends!seonghwa yunho wooyoung, smut

length: twoshot - 10.4k

it’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, san’s, good friends. he’s even in on it. but one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before. 

last updated: 01 april 2024

[ohmyamor]

oh my ***

Pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

Summary: Everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. But you don’t just have one, you have...eight?!

w.c. 10.2k

Warnings: fluff, angst, near death experiences, threatening someone wooyoung with a bat, cursing, comfort, reincarnation, i think that’s it?

You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself a lucky person. 

You also wouldn’t really consider yourself an unlucky person either. 

You just kind of exist, with the occasional good and not-so-good things happening to you. 

Like when you somehow managed to score you and your friends front row seats to see your favorite group in concert. Or the time that you somehow managed to break your ankle and your phone all in the same day. 

So, yeah, you wouldn’t say you’re the luckiest person in the world, but you’re also not the unluckiest person, so you’re pretty fine with continuing your life as is. 

Today, however, has been going oddly perfect. 

You woke up for the first time in forever feeling incredibly well-rested, which has not happened since before you hit puberty. The weather was perfect, maybe a little too perfect, but you didn’t care. You could finally open your windows completely to let in the cool breeze from outside, listening as the birds sang outside of your apartment. 

Checking your phone, you also noticed that your paycheck came in a whole day early. Opening your bank account, you stared wide-eyed at the number that was deposited. It was certainly a much larger amount than your last paycheck. 

Feeling absolutely ecstatic over how well the morning was going, you decided to make a trip to your favorite coffee shop and treat yourself to some breakfast. 

Connecting your phone to your speaker, you selected your favorite playlist and allowed the music to flow through the apartment. Picking out some cute clothes, you began to get ready. As you finished washing your face, you also noticed that your skin seemed to be really nice today, with hardly any redness seeping through and the dark circles under you eyes had seemed to disappear over night. 

Smiling brightly at yourself in the mirror, you finished applying your skincare before moving to get dressed and apply some light makeup. Once you finished, you couldn’t help but check yourself out in the mirror. 

I look so cute today.

Giving yourself a wink, you let out a small laugh at your own antics before grabbing your purse from where it hung on the wall and stepping outside. Making sure the door was locked, you began the short walk to your favorite cafe. 

You couldn’t help but admire how nice the sun felt on your skin. For the past few weeks, the weather had been anything but nice, and it almost felt like the weather had been reflecting your mood. With the project you had been assigned at work, you had been feeling so overwhelmed and stressed out that you often contemplated just quitting in order to get rid of the stress. 

But thankfully, the project was finally done, you had received great feedback from your boss, and it finally seemed as though your little slump was beginning to improve.

Making your way inside the cafe, you walked up to the counter and ordered your usual drink as well as a small pastry. 

A little treat for myself.

Sitting down at a table that had the best view of the street, you made yourself comfortable with your drink as you waited for your pastry. Though, you were pleasantly surprised when the man who took your order came out with two pastries instead of one. 

“Um, I think you might’ve given me the wrong pastry,” you frowned slightly. “I only ordered this one,” you pointed at the pastry that you know for sure you had ordered. 

“Oh!” the man smiled brightly. “No, don’t worry, it’s on the house!” 

Before you could even respond, the man gently placed both pastries on your table, sending you a small wink and making his way back behind the counter. 

You could feel your cheeks warm slightly at the man’s actions. 

Damn, today really is a great day you thought, bringing the pastry up to your mouth and taking a bite out of it. 

Holy shit this is so good too you hummed appreciatively. 

After thoroughly enjoying your breakfast, you bid goodbye to the barista before making your way out of the store. 

Hmmmm, what should I do now?

Glancing around, you remembered that one of your favorite bookstores was about a block away, and quickly made up your mind to go there. 

Walking to the nearest stoplight, you pushed the button on the pole and waited patiently for the light to turn green. Fishing out your phone from your bag, you scrolled aimlessly through social media and responding to some texts your friends had sent. Glancing up, you noticed the light was now green. 

Placing your phone in your pocket, you began to cross the street. 

You were almost at the other side of the crosswalk when a loud screeching noise caused you to whip your head to the side. There was a car moving down the street in your direction incredibly fast, and you watched as people on the sidewalks jumped out of the way as the car swerved from side to side and hit things on the street. 

Your heart raced you watched the car come barreling towards you. It felt like your feet were stuck to the ground and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. 

Right as the car came feet away from hitting you, you shut your eyes, bracing for the impact of the car hitting your body. 

You barely registered the feeling of someone grabbing your hand and yanking you forward. 

Landing roughly on your hands and knees on the sidewalk, you stared at the cement in front of you as the sound of the car slowly disappeared in the distance. There were people running up to you from both sides of the street, some yelling while others gently crouched next to you and asked if you were okay. 

The strangers helped turn you around and you sat on the sidewalk unable to calm your racing heart. 

“Th-thank you,” you breathed out, looking at the woman who was closest to you. 

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you concerned. 

“For what?”

You swallowed. 

“For grabbing me and pulling me forward. I couldn’t move and I though for sure the car was going to hit me,” you explained. 

It was your turn to look confused when she opened her mouth. 

“Honey, there was no one around you. I certainly wasn’t going to reach you on time and neither was anyone else.”

-

After the lady explained to you that the other pedestrians on the street had just barely reached you after you were already on the sidewalk, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. 

The strangers who had come up to check on you were incredibly nice, and after convincing them to not call an ambulance and that you could stand on your own, the crowd slowly dispersed. 

The woman who had helped you insisted on calling a cab for you, even though you reassured her that you didn’t live far and you could make it home safely. She was adamant, saying that she wouldn’t let you walk home alone after what just happened and said it would weigh heavy on her conscious if she did. 

Eventually, you relented, and waited with her patiently as she called a taxi. 

When the cab eventually pulled up, she gave you a hug and said that she was happy you were okay and to get home safely. 

Waving goodbye through the window, you watched as her figure slowly grew smaller. 

Leaning back against the leather seats, you finally allowed yourself to process what had just happened. 

Your day had been going so well and that car had quite literally come out of nowhere. Even though the lady who helped you said there was no one near you, you were 100% positive you had felt someone grab your hands and pull you forward onto the sidewalk.

Your mind wandered to your parents and the stories they had told you when you were younger of guardian angels. 

“Guardian angels? What’s that?” seven-year-old you has asked your mom.

She smiled, softly running her hand through your hair from where she sat on the edge of your bed. 

“They’re people who are assigned to watch over you and always protect you. They help you when you’re in trouble and make sure you always make good decisions.”

Younger you wrinkled her nose. 

“They’re always watching me? That sounds creepy.”

Your mom laughed, tossing her head back. 

After what you had experienced today, maybe the stories your mom used to tell you weren’t that crazy. 

As the cab you were in slowly came to a stop in front of your building, you thanked the driver and rummaged through your bag looking for some cash to tip him. 

He waved his hand at you, telling you the lady who had flagged him down already paid and there was no need to tip. 

“I’m just glad I could get you home safely.” 

“Oh,” you blinked, kind of surprised he was saying no to being tipped. “Well, thank you, sir.” You said honestly. “I hope you have a great rest of your day,” you said, stepping out of the car. 

The driver bid you farewell and drove away from your building as soon as you walked through the front gates. 

Sighing heavily, you made your way to the elevator in the building and walked into the old machine, watching as the doors closed and the numbers for the floors slowly climbed up.

Honestly, you couldn’t wait to into your bed and knock out. Way too much has happened today that was out of your comfort zone, to say the least. 

Eventually, you reached your front door and reached into your bag to fish out your keys. 

Searching inside your bag with your hand, your eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t feel the familiar metal of your keys. 

I know I brought them with me, so where are they?

Taking your bag off your shoulder, you opened it up and began pulling out everything you had in there. You could feel the pit in your stomach get heavier with every item that was removed and no keys were found. 

You eventually emptied out your entire bag and still, you were unable to find your keys. Leaning your back against your door, you slowly allowed yourself to sink to the ground. 

They must’ve fallen out when I fell, you though bitterly. You could feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes and you felt a lump in your throat. 

This was the last thing you needed today. 

You’re unsure how long you sat outside your apartment door, wallowing in your own misery. 

The sound of footsteps brought you of your thoughts. 

Glancing up, you noticed a tall man with short pink hair come to a stop in front of you. 

“Is everything okay miss?” 

Holy shit he has a deep voice

You sighed loudly. 

“Not really,” you admit. “I lost my keys at some point when I was out today and my friend who has my spare is out of town for the week.”

You’re not really sure what compelled you to tell all this to the strange man who you’ve never even seen in your apartment, but something about him gives off a very peaceful aura. 

You feel like you could tell him anything. 

The man furrows his eyebrows and a soft pout forms on his face. 

“Aw, I’m really sorry,” he sympathized. 

You shrugged, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help.

He glanced around nervously. Why? You’re not quite sure. 

“I’m, uh, actually one of the maintenance people and we’re here doing some routine check-ups,” he started. 

Check-ups? The building manager didn’t notify me of anything going on this week. 

“If you want,” the man continues. “I can go back down to the leasing office and grab the master key to unlock your door for you?”

You hesitate. 

On one hand, this man is literally offering to go out of his way to help you out and unlock your door for you. 

On the other hand, you have absolutely no way of proving he’s actually who he says he is. He could be a serial killer for all you know and you’ve basically just given him access to unlock your apartment and kill you in your sleep. 

Giving him a once over, you notice the bluish jumpsuit he’s wearing and the work boots he has on. Quite frankly, he does look like he’s been doing some manual labor, so maybe he’s telling the truth. 

“Okay,” you finally reply, albeit hesitantly. 

Honestly, if he does turn out to be a serial killer and comes back to murder you in your sleep, you’ll make sure to haunt him for the rest of his life. 

“Great!” he smiles widely, his eyes turning into the cutest crescent moons you’ve ever seen. 

At least he’ll be a cute serial killer, you think. 

“Oh!” he says, as though he just remembered something. “Also, my name’s Mingi! It’s really nice to meet you!” the man, Mingi, reaches his hand out. 

Pushing yourself off the floor, you quickly dust yourself off before reaching out as well to shake his hand. 

“I’m (Y/n),” you introduce yourself. 

Mingi hums. 

“That’s a really pretty name.”

You can feel your cheeks get warm. 

“O-oh, thank you.” 

It’s quiet for a few moments before Mingi speaks again. 

“Okay, well I’m gonna go downstairs to get the masterkey really quick. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone!” he jokes, beginning to walk back down the hallway. 

“I’ll try,” you laugh nervously, thinking about the day you’ve had. 

If anything else goes wrong today, you don’t think you’ll have the willpower to keep living. 

You’re only waiting for a few minutes before you can spot Mingi coming back down the hall. 

Damn he’s quick.

“Got it!” Mingi says cheerfully, waving a small key in the air. 

You smile back, feeling relieved that you can finally get inside your apartment. 

He stops in front of your door, pushing the key inside the lock and wriggling it around a few times before you can hear the familiar click of the lock. Letting out a small “aha”, Mingi twists the doorknob and sure enough, the door to your apartment opens. 

You might actually cry tears of happiness. 

“Ma’am,” Mingi says in a fake posh accent, gesturing with his hand for you to go inside. 

You let out a small laugh and walk inside. Mingi remains outside of your door. 

“Well, thank you so much Mingi,” you say earnestly. “I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t showed up at the right time. My knight in shining armor,” you joke. 

Mingi blushes furiously, bringing up a hand to rub the back of his head and looking off to the side. 

“It’s nothing,” he says. “I’m just glad everything worked out.” 

You nod, unsure of what to say next. 

Mingi’s head suddenly snaps to the side, looking at something down the hallway, almost as if he heard something. You frown. You didn’t hear anything. 

“Well, it looks like I have to get going,” he begins. 

You nod. 

“Better get back before the big boss gets mad at you for slacking off, huh?”

You say it as a joke, but Mingi only lets out a nervous laugh. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

“Um,” you’re not quite sure what to say. “Okay, well thanks again Mingi, I really do appreciate it.” You slowly begin to shut the door.

“Anytime,” he sends you a small wave and bright smile, turning to walk down the hallway as you finally shut the door. 

You don’t spend too much time thinking about Mingi’s strange behavior at the end, chalking it up to him having a really strict boss. Plus, you honestly can’t wait to change into your pajamas and knock out. 

Dropping your purse on your couch, you make your way to your room and quickly change into your pj’s before flinging yourself onto your bed. 

You hug the stuffed bear on your bed closely, feeling the tension and stress from your body slowly begin to fade away as your body succumbs to sleep. 

-

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up. 

The lack of light coming in from outside lets you know that it’s dark, leaving you to assume it’s either really late or really early. 

You roll back over, fully intending on returning to dreamland when the sound of hushed arguing catches your attention. 

You groan, assuming it’s your neighbors who are always going at it. Seriously, if they argue this much, they should just break up. Arguing that much can’t be healthy for anyone. 

You’ve just grabbed onto your pillow, intending on using it to block out the voices, when you suddenly realize that it’s only male voices you can hear. Sitting up, you strain your ears to try and catch more of what they’re saying. 

You feel yourself freeze when you realize that the voices are coming from your living room. 

You sit frozen on your bed for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. 

Did these people break into your apartment? What are they doing here? What are they going to do to you? 

Reaching out blindly, you attempt to locate your phone, hoping you can at least call the police before the robbers can reach you. Pressing the power button, your heart drops when it doesn’t turn on. In your excitement to knock out, you never put it to charge and now it’s dead. 

Taking a deep breath, you try to think of a course of action. 

Slowly getting out of bed, you reach under the bed to grab the metal bat that you keep in case of emergencies. Maybe, if the robbers don’t have any weapons, you can either scare them off or hurt them enough to grab the home phone sitting on your kitchen counter and call the police. 

You cautiously make your way to the door of your bedroom, letting out a shaky breath before slowly twisting the doorknob. You gently push the door open, thanking whatever gods are out there that it doesn’t make any noise. 

Now that the door is open, you can hear the voices more clearly. 

“Why would you show yourself to her?” 

“What did you want me to do? She was having the worst day, I wasn’t gonna sit back and watch her suffer.” The voice sounds oddly familiar.

Someone else hums. 

“Don’t even say anything,” the original voice whispers angrily. “You should have never interfered earlier.” 

“She was about to get hit by a car, hyung! What did you want me to do, let it happen? Then we would be back to square one all over again.” 

It’s a different voice this time, slightly higher in pitch. 

They’re talking about what happened to you earlier. 

Who the fuck are these people? 

You arrive at the corner of the hallway, gripping your bat impossibly tight and peeking around the corner. 

From what you can see, there’s a few men standing in your living room. One with dark blue hair sits on your couch facing the kitchen, another stands with his back to the hallway where you stand, and there seems to be someone standing in front of him.

You can’t help but let out a small gasp when you realize the man standing with his back facing you has short pink hair. 

Mingi.

All three men whip their heads around. 

They stare at you wide-eyed, including Mingi. 

You come out from behind the corner and point your bat at the men. 

“Who the fuck are you?” you demand. “And why the fuck are you in my apartment?”

Your eyes dart around, trying to keep an eye on every person in the room. Your heart pounds in your chest and your hands are sweaty, but you’ll be damned if you go out without a fight. 

Mingi takes a step forward, his hands raised slightly. 

“(Y/n),” he starts.

He stops when you take a step backward. 

“Mingi, if that’s even your goddam name,” you spit. You miss the way all three men flinch slightly. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” 

“Was helping me earlier just a plot to figure out where I live? Are you gonna kill me?” you question.

A crestfallen look falls on Mingi’s face. A small part of you almost wants to feel bad. Almost. 

“No, not at all,” he defends. “Look, it’s kind of complicated, but I can explain. I just need you to put the bat down.” His eyes dart to the metal bat you have a death grip on.

You let out a harsh laugh. 

“No fucking way. I don’t care who the hell you are, I need you and your friends to get out right now before I call the cops.” You demand. 

“The cops aren’t going to help you sweetheart,” a voice comes from behind you. 

You let out a scream, turning around and blindly swinging your bat. It hits something hard.

“OW!” 

A man with long hair that’s black and silver hunches over in front of you, clutching his stomach. You stare wide-eyed. 

There’s more of them.

And where the fuck are they coming from?

“(Y/n),” someone else says your name. You whip back around, moving backward towards the wall and making sure the men don’t leave your sight. You keep the bat pointed at them. 

The man with dark blue hair siting on the couch is standing now, and he looks at you with wide eyes as well. 

“Please, just put the bat down and we can explain everything to you.”

You shake your head vehemently. 

“You guys broke into my fucking apartment and you want me to calm down?” You laugh incredulously. “Are you guys fucking insane?”

You miss the way the shorter male standing next to Mingi has disappeared. 

Mingi frowns, looking genuinely saddened. 

“I’m really sorry we have to do this.”

You furrow your eyebrows, now genuinely concerned he’s going to murder you. 

“What are you-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when you feel fingers touch your temple and you black out. 

-

“What did you do?” 

“What we had to! She already managed to hit Wooyoung and she was obviously freaking out so we had to calm her down!”

Someone snickers. 

“Shut up Yeosang.”

“C’mon, you’re telling me it’s a bat that took you out?”

“She has a good swing! You should try getting a metal bat swung directly at your stomach and see how you feel.”

You let out a soft groan at the voices that surround you. They’re too loud.

You’re laying on something soft and it feels familiar as well. 

Am I dead?

“You’re not dead.” 

Your eyes shoot open. 

Sitting up, you groan at the light that shines harshly into your room and shut your eyes. Opening them softly, you glance around. You’re definitely in your room, which is a relief. 

But the eight bodies that surround you bring anything but relief. 

You tense up, your hands gripping at the sheets. 

You can feel tears beginning to blur your vision and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper. 

Someone lets out a sad noise. 

“We’re not going to hurt you,” a deep voice comes from your right side. 

You look over to see who said that. Familiar brown eyes stare deeply into your own, and the soft pink hair instantly allows you to recognize who just spoke. 

“How can I trust you Mingi?” 

A heartbroken expression falls over his face and he looks unsure of what to say. 

“He’s right sweetheart,” another voice speaks up. “We’re not going to hurt you.” This time it’s another tall man who speaks. He has peach colored hair. His eyes bore into yours, and you feel slightly unnerved at the raw honesty that comes across. 

You don’t say anything, opting to take a glance at all the men who are spread across your room. 

A shorter man who stands closest to your bed sighs and takes a step forward. 

“This isn’t how we wanted to meet, so please accept our deepest apologies for scaring you,” the man begins. 

“We’re your guardian angels.”

-

The man, Hongjoong, had explained to you that they were in fact your guardian angels. 

Typically, humans only had one guardian angel, he had explained, but you were assigned eight. 

Guardian angels were also never, under any circumstances, to reveal themselves to their humans, but some people, Hongjoong glared at the man sitting at your desk with dark blue hair as well as Mingi, had broken these rules. 

Which is why you were currently able to see all of them. 

“How do I even know you’re telling me the truth?” You questioned. This entire situation was absolutely insane and you could barely wrap your head around any of the information that was just given to you. 

“Well, we’ve been watching over you your whole life,” the blue haired male spoke up. “Ask us anything that no one else knows and we can answer it.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about different things throughout your life that no one knew about you. 

“When I was in middle school and I asked out that boy a year ahead of me, what did he say?”

There’s no way they could know the answer to this. This is literally something I’ve never told anyone and I intend on taking it with me to my grave. 

“He said no because you reminded him of his mom and that grossed him out.” 

You stare wide-eyed at the man with medium length blonde hair that sat in the middle of your floor. 

What the fuck?

“Don’t worry, you honestly dodged a bullet with that one,” another male with cherry red hair shook his head. “You know that guy ended up marrying his first cousin?” The man snorted. 

You had no words. 

You had never told anyone that secret because it embarrassed you so much, but clearly, the men in front of you knew it. 

Maybe they’re telling the truth.

“Of course we’re telling the truth, we’re angels.” 

The man with two-toned hair speaks up. 

You narrow your eyes at him. 

“Did you just read my thoughts?” 

He shrugs. 

“They’re very loud.”

You stare at him. 

“Do you want me to hit you with my bat again?”

The man shudders. 

“Please, don’t.”

Another voice speaks up. 

“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” the man with peach hair pipes in. 

You shrug. 

“I don’t really have any reason to doubt you, I guess.” You hesitate before saying your next words. “Plus, I don’t know what it is, but you guys have this vibe,” you gesture your hand vaguely. 

“It feels...safe?” You shrug, looking down at the spare thread you’ve been messing with since you woke up. “I felt it when I met Mingi earlier, but I didn’t know what to think about it.” 

You miss the way Mingi’s ears turn red. 

An awkward silence falls across the room. 

“Well,” another man, the one who stands next to Hongjoong, begins to speak. “Now that that’s done, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Seonghwa,” he sends you a beautiful smile. 

“I’m Hongjoong, as you already know,” Hongjoong says and you nod. 

“My name’s Yunho,” the man with peach hair speaks up. 

“I’m San,” the man with dark blue hair pipes up, sending you a bright, dimpled smile. You can’t help but send him a small smile back. 

“I’m Yeosang,” the blonde one on your floor gives you a small nod of acknowledgement.

“I’m Wooyoung!” Two-toned hair chirps loudly. You can’t help but side-eye him slightly. “What?” he cries. 

“Please don’t sneak up on me if you don’t want me to hit you again,” you warn. 

A few snickers sound throughout the room. 

“I’m Jongho,” the one with cherry hair tells you. 

Your eyes land on the last man who sits closest to you. 

“I’m Mingi,” he says. “But, you already know that.” 

You nod. He still seems a little bit sad. 

You hesitate, but reach out to softly grab his hand that rests on your bed. 

“Thank you for your help earlier,” you start. “And I’m sorry I didn’t believe you at first.” 

You glance around the room. 

“But, you guys have to understand that this whole situation is kind of crazy.” 

Seonghwa nods. 

“We understand, and we’re sorry for scaring you so much.” He nods his head toward Mingi and San. “But those two broke one of the most important rules that guardian angels must follow.” 

You nod, understanding what Seonghwa’s saying. 

“Wait,” your eyebrows furrow. “I know Mingi broke the rule when he helped me get back inside my apartment, but what did San do?” 

You look at him as he crosses his arms and pouts, reminding you of a scolded child. 

“He’s the one that pulled you out of the street yesterday before the car could hit you,” Wooyoung explains. 

Your eyes widen and you sit up even further. 

“So I was right!” you exclaim. 

Mingi raises a brow.

“I knew I felt someone grab my hands and pull me forward, but the lady who helped me said there was no one there!” You pout slightly. “I thought I was going crazy for a second.” 

You look over at San. 

“Thank you for saving my life,” you tell him sincerely.

San throws his hands up in the air. 

“See? At least she’s grateful for what I did!” 

Yeosang rolls his eyes. 

“Of course she is, you idiot, she would’ve been dead if you hadn’t.” 

This time, you don’t miss the way they all seem to wince at Yeosang’s words.

You frown. 

“Yeah, actually,” you begin. “If you guys are my guardian angels, how come I almost died yesterday?” You look at them expectantly. “Isn’t the whole point of you guys being here to like, keep me alive?”

They avoid your eyes.

“We were a little...preoccupied,” Hongjoong admits. 

You click your tongue. 

“Well, at least San was there for me.” 

You send a grateful smile to him, which he returns with slightly red cheeks. 

“Hey!” Mingi whines. “I helped you too!”

You roll your eyes. 

“Yes you did, you big baby, but San literally saved my life,” you emphasize. 

“And I didn’t?” Mingi asks, offended. “What if I never showed up? You would’ve had to sleep on the streets and who knows what would’ve happened then?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, throwing yourself back on your bed. 

“I didn’t know angels were this dramatic!”

Jongho lets out a laugh. 

“The most,” he admits. 

The sound of your stomach rumbling has a warm flush spreading across your cheeks. 

“You haven’t eaten?” Yunho furrows his eyebrows.

“Mmmm, not since breakfast yesterday, I think,” you admit. 

Wooyoung jumps out of his chair. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make you the best meal you’ve ever had,” he sends you a small wink before heading out of your room towards the kitchen. 

“He’s not going to burn my apartment down right?” You ask worriedly.

Hongjoong shakes his head. 

“No, Wooyoung’s actually a really good cook,” he reassures you. 

“Plus,” San says. “You have seven angels here to protect you if anything!”

You’re not sure if that makes you feel any better. 

- 

As it turns out, Hongjoong was right, and Wooyoung is an excellent cook. In a span of 20 minutes, he’s managed to make you an omelet that looks like it came straight out of a Studio Ghibli movie, along with some oatmeal, fresh fruit, and what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice. 

“Wow,” you gape at the food. 

Wooyoung motions for you to sit at the table. 

“It was meant for you to eat, not just stare at.”

You happily oblige, sitting down at the table and bringing up the fork to your mouth, only to pause when you realize no one else has food. 

“We don’t have to eat,” Seonghwa explains, reading your mind. “We can if we want to, but it’s not necessary for us to survive.”

You nod, feeling a little less guilty about eating in front of them. 

Letting out a satisfied hum at the taste of the food, you send Wooyoung a thumbs-up. He smiles brightly. 

“So,” you start, swallowing your food and taking a quick sip of your juice. “Now that I’ve met you guys and I know you exist, are you going to go back to being invisible to me?” 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa share a look. 

“Not exactly,” Hongjoong says. 

You raise an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. 

“Now that you know we exist, we can’t exactly just disappear,” he elaborates. “It’s one of the reasons guardian angels aren’t meant to reveal themselves to their humans.” 

You nod slowly. 

“So, humans just never find out they have a guardian angel? Like, ever?”

Jongho mutters something under his breath. Yunho kicks his leg under the table.

“Sorry, what was that?” You ask, looking at him. 

He avoids your gaze. 

A tense silence falls over the table. 

You notice how Mingi shakes his leg anxiously. San taps his fingers on the table and Yunho avoids your gaze. 

You narrow your eyes at them. 

“There’s something you guys aren’t telling me.” It’s not a question. 

“I don’t think now is the best time to talk about this-” Hongjoong starts. 

“Humans only find out about their guardian angels when their time is near,” Wooyoung says calmly. 

Hongjoong glares at him. Wooyoung only shrugs. 

“What? She was bound to find out eventually.” 

“Their time?” You look around at the men that sit at your table. “Like, when they’re about to die?”

Yeosang nods. 

You let out a small “oh”, looking down at the unfinished food that stares at you.

It’s silent as you think about the information they’ve just given you. 

“The car,” you swallow. “The car that almost hit me yesterday. Was it,” you almost can’t get the words out. “Was it supposed to hit me?”

Your question comes out in a whisper. 

No one responds, but when you look up, they all fix you with a sad look.

You nod.

“Okay.” 

You push your plate away from you. 

You don’t have an appetite anymore. 

“I’m sorry,” Mingi whispers from your left side. 

His large hand gently encompasses yours. You nod, refusing to look him in the eyes. 

“But we’re not going to let you die.” 

You look up at San’s determined voice, barely able to see him through your misty eyes. 

“What?”

“We’re not letting you die,” he says firmly. “It’s not your time.” 

You shake your head. 

“I’m pretty sure if the universe decides it��s my time, then it’s my time,” you reply. You’re not sure if you’re saying it to convince them, or yourself. 

“I can’t just avoid fate.”

Hongjoong sighs. 

“San’s right.” 

You send him a questioning look. 

“We’re your guardian angels. We’re not going to let you die.” 

“Screw what the universe says,” Yeosang chimes in. 

You stare at them incredulously. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Look,” Yunho starts. “We’ve been thinking about it, and we’re pretty sure the universe is wrong about it being your time. We’ve been around for centuries, usually we have a good sense of when it’s going to be someone’s time and when it’s not.”

“And we don’t get that feeling with you,” Jongho continues for him. “We never have.”

“So, we’re going to do our best to make sure you stay out of harms way,” Yeosang finishes.

Your throat feels constricted and you can barely see through all the tears that have welled up in your eyes. 

“You guys would do all that for me?” You choke out. 

Mingi squeezes your hand. 

“Of course. We’re not your guardian angels for nothing.”

You sniffle, looking down at your lap and bringing up your other hand to wipe at your eyes. 

“Thank you guys,” you tell them sincerely. 

“Anything for you,” Seonghwa smiles softly. 

-

After the conversation at breakfast, the nine of you come up with a vague plan Wooyoung affectionally dubbed “Keeping Our Human Alive”. Despite the look you had given him, you had to admit, it made you laugh.

You all agreed it would be best for at least one of them to accompany you every day, more if any of them felt like tagging along. 

“That way,” Hongjoong explained, “if anything unexpected happens, at least one of us will be able to protect you.” 

You agreed.

“What about when I go to work and stuff?” You had questioned. “Won’t it be weird if there’s a different guy following me around every day?”

Yunho shook his head. 

“Just because you can see us doesn’t mean everyone else can see us too. We can make ourselves visible to other people besides our assigned human if we want,” he explained. 

“Oh, okay. Well, that certainly makes this easier then.” 

“What would you prefer for us to do?” Questioned San. “Do you want us to remain invisible all the time or only at work?”

You think it over for a minute before shrugging.

“Honestly, whatever’s most comfortable for all of you. I would prefer if at work you guys are invisible, but while we’re in public and stuff, whatever you guys feel comfortable with is fine by me.”

At your answer, they all give you fond looks which makes your face feel slightly warm. Clearing your throat, you continue.

“Also, I was thinking about it and if you guys are going to be with me 24/7 now, we need some ground rules.”

Jongho chuckled.

“Technically, we’ve always been here, you’ve just barely found out.”

You realize he’s right, and the memories of every single embarrassing thing that you’ve ever done in the privacy of your own home comes rushing back to you.

“Well, yeah, now that I know you guys are here,” you stumble over your words slightly. “Privacy is really big for me. I don’t have many rules, but I just ask that you guys don’t show up unannounced or else that might really freak me out, and please, if you’re going to come into my room, just knock.”

Everyone nods their heads in agreement.

“And,” you continue, “no more reading my thoughts please.”

Only a few of them nod, which makes you grow slightly concerned.

“Is that a problem?” You ask, a slight edge to your voice.

“Not at all,” Seonghwa reassures.

“It’s just that we do get a little concerned for when you’re alone. Being aware of your thoughts helps us decide if you need our help at that moment or not,” Hongjoong explains.

You nod.

“I get that, but if at least one of you is going to be by my side every single day from now on, I really don’t think there’s any need for you to read my thoughts.”

You continue.

“Plus, it’s really just about privacy for me. I don’t really feel comfortable with you guys having access to every single thought in my head, no matter how big or small.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa both nod.

“We understand. And we’ll do our best to respect your boundaries.”

“Thank you guys,” you send them a small smile.

“Plus, if I need any help or anything, I’ll just yell out ‘bat’ really loud,” you joke, referring to the bruise you might’ve left on Wooyoung’s stomach.

Everyone laughs except for him.

“Not funny,” he pouts.

You let out a small giggle, patting him lightly on the arm. 

“You did kind of deserve it, my friend.”

Clapping your hands together, you let out a deep exhale. 

“Now that that’s all settled, I need to go grocery shopping. All of you are more than welcome to come.” 

A few of them look very excited, which both excites you and makes you slightly nervous. 

“Thank you for the invitation,” Hongjoong starts. “But Seonghwa and I will have to pass this time.”

You pout slightly. 

“Aw man.” 

“Trust me,” Seonghwa starts. “We would love to go on our first official errand run with you, little one, but we have some business to deal with upstairs.” 

He uses his index finger to point up and you look up as well.

Upstairs? 

“Ohhhh, you mean, like, heaven and all that,” you laugh nervously at your lack of understanding. 

The two men nod. 

“But don’t worry, we should be back by the end of the day,” Hongjoong reassures you. 

“Don’t worry guys,” Mingi slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “We’ve got this.” 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa stare at the male by your side, slightly unamused. 

“That’s what we’re scared of.”

-

It’s officially been about a week since your near death experience and finding out about your guardian angels. 

While having all of them around had certainly been awkward at first, you’ve all slowly begun to fall into a routine. Sometimes, you feel as though you’ve known them your whole life. 

Which, to a certain extent, you kind of have. 

Something about having them around just makes you feel incredibly safe and warm inside. Not to mention the slight butterflies you’ve been experiencing around them, but you’re quick to try and cage them as soon as they appear. 

Wooyoung and Seonghwa have taken it upon themselves to cook most of the meals for the nine of you. Every day when you come home from work, you can always count on a warm, freshly cooked meal to be waiting on the table for you. 

“You’re kind of like my house husbands,” you joked to them one time. 

Seonghwa blushed, while Wooyoung had blown you a kiss. 

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Yunho and Mingi are the two that typically accompany you to work, although sometimes Jongho will tag along if he doesn’t have anything else to do. Despite the tall men’s playful personalities, they were both incredibly smart and helped you with your work whenever you felt particularly stressed out. 

San was certainly one of the more playful angels, you had noticed. 

Although all of them were fun to be around, San was always the first to notice when your mood wasn’t the best, and he was the best at comforting you after a long day. A bad day at work usually ended with San waiting for you with open arms as soon as you walked through the door for some cuddles and quiet time. 

When Wooyoung and Mingi had found out about this little routine, they both immediately demanded to be allowed into the “cuddle time” as they called it.

Jongho and Yeosang were the two individuals who you enjoyed spending some quiet time with. The three of you would usually wind down together with some tea and some books or a show. Although they were a little more reserved than the others, you still genuinely enjoyed your time with both of them.

But they certainly had their moments where they could be just as chaotic as the others. 

Exhibit A was the day you walked into your apartment to see Yeosang and Yunho standing in your kitchen covered in flour. 

“What happened?” you had asked, absolutely astounded by the amount of flour that somehow managed to cover every inch of your kitchen. You didn’t even think you had that much flour to begin with. 

The two of them sheepishly admitted that they were trying to bake some cookies, but things had gotten out of hand. 

Clicking your tongue, you walked over to the roll of paper towels to begin cleaning up. 

“What am I going to do with you guys-”

You had just turned around when the feeling of something soft and powdery hit your face. You sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the two angels. Yunho looked at you and then turned to Yeosang, who avoided your eyes. 

What followed next was a flour fight that resulted in a very long clean-up shift.

There was also the time you found out Jongho literally had the voice of an angel. 

The two of you were headed to your local plant store to look for some new plants to decorate your apartment with when one of your favorite songs came on the radio. 

Turning the volume up, you began singing along softly as did Jongho. As the song continued, his voice grew louder, and when the two of you reached a red light, you were unable to do anything except stare at him slack-jawed at the voice that was coming out of him. Only the sound of the car behind you honking was able to shake you out of your stupor.

Now, you guys have little karaoke parties in your car when the two of you are alone.

The only angel you had yet to spend a lot of time with, however, was Hongjoong. 

The man always seemed to be busy, as he was hardly ever in your actual apartment. Most mornings when you woke up, he was gone and he wouldn’t show up until the evenings. 

You would be lying if you said the hushed arguments he would have with some of the others didn’t concern you. They always occurred at night, when they assumed you were fast asleep. And they always revolved around the same thing. 

“She’s not the exact same, and that’s okay, but you guys can’t keep expecting her to be the same as our (Y/n).” You heard Hongjoong say one night.

You had been unable to fall back asleep after that.

Today, though, you really needed to go to the post office, and Hongjoong was the only angel available to accompany you. 

You stood awkwardly at the end of your table where Hongjoong sat using your laptop to do something. 

“Uh,” you clear your throat. “Hongjoong?”

He looks up a little startled. 

“(Y/n),” he acknowledges. “Is everything okay?” He looks at you concerned. 

“Yeah everything’s fine!” You reassure him. 

“I just need to run a quick errand and the others are all busy so I was wondering if you could go with me,” you trail off.

God this is awkward. 

To your surprise, although you really shouldn’t be, he nods his head quickly.

“Yeah of course. We can go now, if you’re ready?”

“Cool, let me just grab my bag and we can get going!” You rush to your room to grab your bag before walking back to the front door where Hongjoong already waits for you. 

The two of you agree to make the short walk to the post office, commenting on how the nice weather is today. 

Exiting through the front gates of your apartment, you two begin walking down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder in silence. 

“So is-”

“I wanted-”

The two of you start talking at the same time. 

You both let out a laugh and you can feel your shoulders relax a bit. 

“Go ahead,” you allow Hongjoong to speak first. 

He takes a deep breath.

“I just wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been acting lately,” he says as he stares into your eyes. 

You have to admit, that’s not what you were expecting him to say.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been really distant and pre-occupied lately,” Hongjoong continues. “And I know you’ve noticed, so I want to sincerely apologize. There’s been a lot of stuff I’ve been dealing with and I don’t want you to think I don’t like this,” he gestures between the two of you, “thing we have going on.”

You shake your head. 

“No, please don’t feel like you have to apologize Hongjoong. To be completely honest, I have no clue what it is you guys have to deal with in the first place, but I’m really grateful you’ve all gone out of your way to help me.” 

You let out a small, sad laugh. 

“If I’m being honest, I don’t really get why you guys are helping me in the first place. I’m sure you’ve all had hundreds of different assigned humans throughout your existence, so I’m nothing special.” 

Hongjoong stops abruptly and turns to face you. 

“That’s not true,” he says firmly. The serious expression on his face has you taken aback. 

“What?”

“You said you’re nothing special. That’s not true.”

Hongjoong sighs and grabs both of your hands. 

“Look, it’s complicated to explain, and I will tell you, but we agreed we all wanted to tell you together. So, if you’re okay with waiting, I can tell you everything that’s been going on as soon as we get back to your apartment.” 

You would be lying if you said his words don’t scare you a little bit. 

“It’s okay Hongjoong, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you reassure him, softly running your fingers over his knuckles. 

He shakes his head. 

“I- We all want to tell you, and you deserve to know the truth.” 

You nod your head. 

“Okay. Back at my apartment it is then,” you send him a small smile, which he returns. 

“Before we head to the post office,” you start. “Do you want to visit my favorite cafe with me?” 

Hongjoong smiles softly at you. 

“I would love to.” 

You guys continue walking down the few blocks and after a few minutes, you both stand at the stoplight that sits across from the cafe. You and Hongjoong laugh at the stories you tell him about the antics Yunho and Mingi get up to when you’re at work. The light turns green, and you begin to cross the street. 

“I’m telling you, I just told them about this lady in my office who’s always getting on my nerves and they made it their mission to inconvenience her in every way possible!” You exclaim. 

Hongjoong lets out a hearty laugh and you smile widely at how relaxed he looks. 

Just as your about to continue your story, you notice the wind blowing your letter out of your purse. 

Cursing, you tell Hongjoong to wait on the sidewalk while you run quickly after the paper. The letter lands in the middle of crosswalk and you’ve just barely managed to pick it up when the sound of someone yelling your name makes you whip around. 

Coming towards you at a terrifying speed is a car. 

You stand frozen in the middle of street, unable to move your feet. 

You barely manage to catch a glimpse of Hongjoong’s terrified face when you feel your body get thrown back, and everything turns black. 

-

You stand in a green field. 

The scenery is absolutely gorgeous and you can feel the warm sun and cool breeze on your skin. 

Looking around, you notice a large, crystal blue lake in the distance. Your legs begin to take you in that direction on their own accord.

You reach the lake and crouch down, slightly dipping your hand in the cool water. Soft ripples make their way across the surface of the water and you can’t help but feel completely at ease in this place.

Whatever this place is.

As you continue staring down into the water, you notice your reflection seems to look different.

The you staring back has much longer hair than you currently have, and the clothes your reflection wears is older, looking like they come from an early Victorian age.

You tilt your head to the side and notice that your reflection’s head doesn’t move.

A voice sounds out through your mind.

“You need to go back.”

“Go back?” You whisper aloud.

Your reflection nods.

“They need you.”

Other you doesn’t specify who you two are talking about, but deep down, you think you already know the answer.

Your reflection sends you a gentle smile before disappearing. You watch as the water returns to its calm state before gently pushing yourself back up to your feet.

You take one last look around the field you’re in, before closing your eyes.

-

The first thing you notice is how dark it is.

You can hear the sounds of people talking and crying around you, and you can feel hands softly grabbing your body, but you’re unable to open your eyes or move.

“Please,” someone whispers over your body.

“Please don’t leave us again.”

You lose consciousness once again.

-

The next time you wake up, your entire body hurts.

You let out a soft groan, slowly opening your eyes and allowing them to adjust to the soft light of your lamp.

Something heavy rests near your right hand, and turning your head slightly, you can see a head of familiar pink hear laying down next to you.

Using what little strength you have in your body, you raise your hand and gently rest it on Mingi’s head. Softly, you run your fingers through the short strands on his head.

He makes an inaudible noise and turns his head over so that you can now see his face. As you continue stroking his head, his eyes flutter open. He looks a little bit confused for a few seconds before his body is shooting up and he stares at you shocked.

“(Y/n),” he whispers softly.

“Hi Mingi,” you reply.

You watch as tears well up in his eyes and he throws himself on top of you, mindful to not rest his entire body weight on you. You can hear footsteps rushing towards your room before your bedroom door is being slammed open.

You can barely see over Mingi’s broad back that covers your frame, but you already know who it is.

As Mingi releases you, you attempt to sit up, only to stop and hiss in pain when jolts of pain shoot up your back.

“Be careful, little one,” Seonghwa says, moving forward to help adjust some pillows behind you.

You thank him and take a moment to look around at each of the men that surrounds your bed. You notice the dark circles under their eyes and the way their skin seems to lack it’s normal glow.

“You guys look worse than I feel,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

Yeosang frowns.

“You’ve been out for 4 days, sunflower.”

You blink harshly.

“Four days?”

Jongho nods.

“The worst four days of our entire existence,” he says.

You look down at the blanket that rests on your lap.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re not quite sure what you’re apologizing for.

“No I’m sorry.”

It’s Hongjoong who speaks.

He comes to your side, falling onto his knees beside your bed and taking your hand into his. He leans down to rest his forehead against your hand.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he cries.

“I should’ve known. I should’ve seen the car coming, I should’ve moved faster, I should’ve gotten you out of the way-” he sobs.

“No, Hongjoong,” you shake your head. “There’s nothing you could’ve done, the car came out of nowhere and it was too fast.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Yunho whispers.

“We swore to never let you pass before your time again.”

You can’t help the confused look you give them, but then, you remember the reflection you saw in the lake.

How the person looked just like you, but from a different era.

The arguments you heard Hongjoong have with the others.

Softly resting your palm on Hongjoong’s tear stained face, you speak.

“I need you guys to explain everything to me.”

-

All nine of you sit in your living room.

The boys helped you get settled on the couch, where you sit with San and Wooyoung flanking both of your sides. Hongjoong and Seonghwa sit across from you three while Mingi sits on the floor next to your legs. Yunho sits to the right of San and Yeosang and Jongho remain standing, but still close.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve met you,” Hongjoong begins.

“We’ve been very lucky to have met you almost every single time you’ve been reborn.”

Yeosang continues.

“The first time we met you was an accident. You happened to stumble upon me when I was helping a wounded human at the time. Soon after, I introduced you to the others.”

“But I thought the only time humans could see a guardian angel was when they were close to death?” You questioned.

Jongho nods sadly.

“You passed away shortly after meeting the rest of us.”

“In almost every single life where you’ve been reborn,” Wooyoung explains.

“We’ve managed to find you, but we’ve never been granted the luxury of time.”

You softly run your fingers through his hair, hearing the tremble of his voice as he speaks.

“The last two times that you’ve been born, we’ve been fortunate enough to be your guardian angels,” Seonghwa smiles.

“But in your last life, you passed away prematurely,” San says.

You turn your head towards him.

“A freak accident that we weren’t able to save you from.”

Mingi turns around to look up at you from where he rests by your legs.

“We failed you,” he whispers sadly.

You shake your head.

“You guys didn’t fail me. Not then, and not now. Just because you guys are angels doesn’t mean you can control everything that happens.”

“Sometimes,” you take a deep breath. “Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can’t always protect the ones you love.”

“But we have to,” Hongjoong says, looking you in the eye. “Not only is that our job, but for selfish reasons too.”

He looks down at his hands.

“We couldn’t take watching you die another time.”

It’s silent for a moment.

“How am I still here then?”

Hongjoong looks back up at you.

“We made a deal.”

You send him a questioning look.

“A deal?”

All the men surrounding you nod.

“What kind of deal?” You prod, noticing how they seem to hesitate to give you more details.

“Our life in exchange for yours.”

You inhale sharply, the sudden movement causing pain to shoot up your back. Wooyoung and San attempt to soothe your pain, but your mind is only focused on the information they just gave you.

“What?”

“We made a deal with God,” Yunho starts. “Our status in heaven as guardian angels, in exchange for the guarantee that you would live a full life.”

“What?” you say breathlessly. “Why, why would you guys do that?”

“Because we’re selfish,” Jongho says, looking at you with such tenderness you’re unsure of what to do with yourself.

“And we don’t care about being angels or having those powers and helping others if it means we have to live in a world without you in it,” Mingi finishes.

Tears begin to well up and spill out of your eyes before you can stop them. San and Wooyoung cuddle impossibly closer to you, hugging you tightly while the others watch on with misty eyes.

“Thank you,” you sob into your hands. “Thank you.”

They all smile.

-

It’s been about a month since you almost (should’ve) died.

In that month, the ex-angels did their best to help you recover from your injuries, although they certainly complained about no longer having healing powers to help stop you from being pain.

“Welcome to the life of being a human,” you rolled your eyes.

“This is lame, maybe we should’ve stayed as angels,” Wooyoung muttered.

You smacked him on the chest, ignoring his yelp and complaints.

“Don’t make me bring out the bat again,” you warned.

After you were fully recovered, you focused on helping the boys adjust to their new lives as humans.

“Why do we have to walk everywhere?” Mingi groaned, dragging his feet behind you.

You rolled your eyes.

He’s just like a little kid.

“Because my car can only fit four of you, but all eight of you decided to accompany me to the store,” you remind him.

He says nothing, but you could still hear his grumbling.

As they’ve slowly adjusted to human life, the nine of you have fallen into a smooth routine that’s oddly domestic.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa continue to cook the meals for you guys, and you all make an effort to eat at least one meal together a day.

Seeing as most of them aren’t morning people, you typically opt to eat dinner together instead.

You’ve also decided to introduce them to your favorite bookstore.

“How ironic,” you muse, walking hand in hand with San and Yunho as you all approach the quaint shop.

“What is, sunflower?” Yeosang questions.

“This bookstore is the whole reason I met you guys in the first place,” you give San’s hand a small squeeze.

He squeezes it back three times.

Later that night, when you’ve all returned home, you guys decide to have a small movie night.

After arguing over what movie to watch, Jongho insisted on watching a horror movie, which Mingi complained about loudly.

Not that it mattered, most everyone ended up falling asleep by the time the film was halfway over, including yourself.

You could hear the sound of someone moving around quietly in the living room and turned your head to the side, burying your face deeper into Mingi’s chest. The feeling of a blanket being laid over the two of you was welcomed.

You felt someone leave a soft kiss on the side of your head.

“Goodnight my love,” Hongjoong whispered softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You hummed in reply, falling back asleep perfectly content and safe in the presence of your lovers.

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a/n: my fic to celebrate hitting 50 followers, you guys are insane, i love you all so much and i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

[mingi-s-dimples]

Velvet Nights - Yeosang

KINKTOBER DAY 15 - REQ. BY anon

~"Virgin Angel Yeosang x Virgin angel reader; Please make it smutty but very lovely. I love when there is aftercare invovled. Also can we emphasize his birthmark?"

pairing: angel!yeosang x angel fem!reader

genre: 18+, cute

summary: your boyfriend gets *a little* jealous and protective when two other angels approach you, and makes you get a taste of his feelings, right in his bed.

wc: 4.2k

warnings: angel au, established relationship, yeosang is really sweet, virgin yeosang & virgin reader, pussy eating, face fucking, one round, aftercare, unprotected (boo wrap up irl!), cowgirl, idk what should I say more oml, unedited, completely consensual, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: Ayy this is a cute one I promise 😁 It's Yeosang after all. I kinda had fun writing this one, haven't written any cowgirl sex scenes in any of my fics so.I truly had fun ^^ Anon, I hope you'll like my work !

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

It was one of those nights when the sky shimmered with a deep velvet hue, star-streaked and glowing with the softest touch of the divine. The heavens stretched out endlessly, and beneath it, the grand ballroom of the Celestial Academy gleamed with opulence. A vast chandelier of pure light hung suspended above, casting a warm, ethereal glow that made everyone below look like they were walking on clouds. Angels of all kinds, from different realms, fluttered about in their formal attire—wings brushed in gold, silver, and sapphire, the intricate patterns reflecting their heritage.

You stood by the large arched window, your fingers lightly tracing the cool, marble sill as you glanced outside. Your heart raced, not from the excitement of prom, but from the quiet thrill of anticipation. Yeosang, your Yeosang, would be there any minute. You scanned the faces of those gathered, spotting angels from various factions, each marked by their unique wing patterns and aura. Your own wings, soft and feathery with a faint glow of lavender and pearl, trembled slightly with nervous energy.

We were from different kinds of angelic orders, and that made things complicated. Your family—being traditionalists—had strict views about your union, the ancient rivalry between your two lineages casting a shadow over your relationship. Yeosang was from a line of guardian angels, protectors of the sacred realms, while you came from the Seraphim, the more revered order, often seen as the higher-ranking ones in the celestial hierarchy. Though your connection felt pure and unwavering, your families viewed it differently. They saw you as mismatched, perhaps even rebellious. But love, as you had learned, didn’t care much for rules or traditions.

And tonight was your little rebellion—a secret date amidst the grandeur of the prom, hidden in plain sight among the others.

A soft rustle caught your attention, and when you turned, there he was. Yeosang walked towards you, his movements graceful, his aura serene but undeniably powerful. His wings, large and imposing with dark, velvety feathers tipped in silver, fluttered ever so slightly as he approached. He wore a sleek, tailored suit, its midnight-black fabric perfectly contrasting the pale glow of his skin. His eyes, dark and deep like the quiet of the universe itself, found yours, and instantly, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he murmured, his voice low and soft as he stood in front of you. His hand reached for yours, his touch sending a gentle warmth through your body. “You look beautiful.”

“You’re not late,” you smiled back, heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze held yours so intently. “And you look… perfect.”

His fingers gently intertwined with yours, and for a moment, the world around you faded. It was just the two of you, surrounded by an unspoken promise, a bond stronger than any familial disapproval or ancient rivalry. In his presence, everything felt right.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye as he tilted his head toward the dance floor.

You nodded, your wings fluttering in agreement as he led you into the center of the room. The music swelled, soft and melodic, and you moved together effortlessly, gliding through the air as though it were second nature. Your feet barely touched the ground as Yeosang spun you around, his strong arms pulling you closer until your foreheads touched, your wings brushing gently against each other’s.

“I wish we didn’t have to keep sneaking around like this,” you whispered as you swayed in time with the music.

“I know,” he replied, his voice tinged with quiet frustration. “But we’ll figure it out. They’ll come around eventually. And if they don’t—” He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. “I’ll always choose you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, you forgot everything else. It was just Yeosang and you, lost in the rhythm of your own world, your own love story, defying the expectations that sought to keep you apart. His lips brushed against yours in a soft, lingering kiss, the taste of it filling you with warmth, with certainty.

But as all perfect moments do, yours was soon interrupted.

Yeosang leaned down to whisper something sweet in your ear before excusing himself to the restroom, his wings brushing lightly against your arm as he stepped away. You watched him go, feeling the sudden absence of his presence like a cold breeze against your skin.

It wasn’t long after that when two figures approached you. They were both from the warrior class, their broad shoulders and sleek, metallic wings a testament to their power and confidence. Their eyes lingered a little too long on your body, and as they drew closer, the air around them seemed to change—less respectful, more predatory.

“Alone, are you?” one of them asked with a sly grin, his voice smooth but laced with an arrogance that made you uncomfortable.

“Just for the moment,” you replied politely, but you could feel the tension growing in your chest.

“Seems like a shame,” the other chimed in, stepping closer. “Someone as stunning as you shouldn’t be left alone. Maybe we could keep you company?”

You stiffened, glancing toward the direction Yeosang had gone. Where was he?

They leaned in closer, one of them reaching out to lightly touch you arm. “You know, we could show you a much better time than—”

“Than what?” Yeosang’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. He stood behind them, his dark eyes narrowed, his wings stretched slightly as if ready to shield you. His presence was commanding, and for a moment, the two angels froze, their arrogance faltering.

The two warriors backed off slightly, clearly not wanting to provoke a fight with a guardian angel of Yeosang’s caliber. Still, they chuckled awkwardly, muttering insincere apologies before slipping back into the crowd.

You could see the restrained anger in Yeosang’s eyes as he turned to you, his jaw clenched tightly. He didn’t speak until they were out of earshot, and when he did, his voice was low, filled with a barely contained intensity.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his hand reaching out to touch your arm gently, his touch a stark contrast to the simmering fury I

you could feel beneath the surface.

You nodded, placing your hand over his to reassure him. “I’m fine. They didn’t do anything.”

Yeosang’s eyes softened as he gazed at you, though you could still feel the storm brewing within him. In front of others, he was always so composed, his jealousy soft and understated. But you knew him well enough to recognize the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the tension in his wings, the way his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I don’t like when people think they can get away with things like that,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

“They didn’t,” you said gently, stepping closer to him. “You’re here, and that’s all that matters.”

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

Yeosang held you close, his warmth wrapping around you like a protective barrier. As he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, there was a flash of something intense in his gaze, a spark that spoke of unspoken feelings. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His eyes dropped to your lips, and for a moment, you felt the air grow thick with anticipation.

Without another word, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive, as if he needed to remind you that you were his. His hands moved to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his emotion into it—the love, the jealousy, the fear of losing you. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, and you found yourself melting into him.

When he finally pulled away, his breathing was uneven, and he let out a low chuckle, almost as if to mask his own vulnerability. "I… don’t like sharing," he murmured, his voice soft but edged with a hint of frustration. "You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone forget that."

His words sent a thrill through you, and you could see that spark of jealousy still lingering in his eyes. Gently, you took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Then show me," you whispered.

---

He smiled—a rare, mischievous smile that you only saw when you two were alone. Without a word, he led you down the hall to the private room he had reserved, his fingers entwined with yours. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, his expression softened as he looked at you, but you could still feel the possessiveness in his gaze.

Yeosang reached out, brushing his thumb across your cheek, his jealousy slipping through in his words. "You don’t know what you do to me," he murmured. "I can’t stand the thought of anyone else trying to steal even a moment of your attention."

You placed a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I only have eyes for you," you said softly, and he let out a relieved sigh.

"You’d better," he said, his lips quirking up into a playful smile. But as he pulled you close, his jealousy faded, replaced by the warmth of his love.

Yeosang's gaze softened as he held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. He leaned in, pressing another tender kiss to your lips, his touch delicate yet brimming with the intensity of his emotions. Every movement was careful, as though he was savoring every second with you, not wanting to rush or break the fragile magic between you.

With his forehead resting against yours, he whispered, “Are you comfortable? If this isn’t what you want, please tell me.” His voice was barely above a murmur, laced with both vulnerability and the faintest trace of that protective jealousy you’d come to know. He was searching your eyes, reading every shift, every flicker, as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You nodded, your heart racing. It was kinda *both of your first times*. His hand moved to cup your face, thumb brushing softly over your cheek as he held your gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet admiration. “I don’t think you even realize what you do to me.” His lips trailed along your jawline, each kiss tender yet filled with restrained passion.

He let his hand fall to the hem of your top, fingers hovering, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. “May I?” he asked, his tone gentle but his eyes intense. You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth as he carefully lifted your top, his hands gliding softly over your skin. He took his time, his touch reverent, like he was memorizing every detail.

He paused, his lips hovering just above your collarbone. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispered, his tone raw. “I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. Only me.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through you, but beneath it was a gentleness, a promise of respect.

Yeosang met your eyes again, his gaze filled with warmth and a hint of that lovely jealousy. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice soft, but there was a tremor in it, a vulnerability that showed just how much he cared. He wanted to be everything you needed—protective, gentle, and loving, but above all, he wanted to make sure you felt safe with him.

Your smile was all the answer he needed. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands holding you close as if you were something precious he would protect with all his heart. And in that moment, you knew—he was yours, just as much as you were his.

With gentle hands, you reached for the hem of Yeosang's shirt, a silent question in your gaze. He gave you a reassuring nod, his eyes filled with warmth and trust. As you carefully lifted his shirt, the fabric slipped over his shoulders, revealing smooth, defined muscles beneath. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight of him, realizing just how strong he was—a strength that he always kept so carefully restrained around you, his touch soft and measured.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your reaction. “Didn’t expect that?” he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of pride.

Blushing, you shook your head, your fingertips hovering just above his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Tentatively, you let your fingers brush over the hard lines of his muscles, marveling at the contrast between his strength and the gentleness he always showed with you. He shivered slightly at your touch, and you felt his hands settle at your waist, grounding you.

Yeosang leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I want you to know… all of this is just for you,” he whispered, his voice hushed but full of meaning. “Every part of me belongs to you.”

With a tenderness that made your heart swell, he took your hand in his, guiding you to the edge of the bed. His gaze was steady, affectionate, as he helped you sit, standing in front of you with an unwavering focus, as if you were the only person in the world.

He brushed a thumb across your cheek, smiling down at you. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” There was still that flicker of jealousy in his gaze, as if he were guarding this moment, wanting it to be just yours and his alone. His hand lingered on yours, reassuring, grounding, as he looked at you with a love so fierce, you felt it in every heartbeat.

---

Yeosang's gaze never wavered as he leaned closer, his fingers brushing through your hair and tracing down the curve of your back. He lowered himself slowly, his body moving with grace, and his lips found yours in a kiss that was as soft as it was intense, filled with a quiet reverence. His hands settled on your shoulders, sliding down in slow, measured movements, feeling every inch of you as if he wanted to memorize this moment.

With gentle insistence, he guided you back onto the bed, his weight pressing down just enough for you to feel his presence, comforting and strong. His kisses trailed along your jaw, down to your collarbone, each one igniting a warmth that spread through you. His hand slipped to your back, fingertips brushing your skin in a way that made your pulse quicken. He was in no rush; every touch, every glance held a quiet patience, as if he wanted to savor every second, every heartbeat.

As his hands moved lower, his gaze softened, and he leaned back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign that you weren’t comfortable. But you met his gaze with equal trust, a silent assurance passing between you.

Yeosang smiled, his eyes full of warmth, and carefully, he took your hand and placed it on his chest, letting you feel the steady beat of his heart. "I want you to know… you're safe with me," he whispered, a promise laced with devotion. He slowly leaned back, gently pulling you atop him, his touch as tender as it was protective, grounding you in his embrace.

Both of your and his wings retracted as soon as you let yourself sit on his lap and him on the bed. His hands resting on your thighs, you could definitely feel how excited he was already. As you were sitting on his crotch, you felt his cock pulse under you, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. His hands travelled then to your bra, of which he got rid in an instant, then to your panties, of which he wandered around a bit before taking them off for you. You then slowly got off his lap so you could undress him. You unbuckled his belt and then got rid of the suit pants he had, his cock straining against his briefs. You took a deep breath and took his briefs off too, to which you slightly gulped, taking in the view. He chuckled, watching you contently.

"Come here sweetie, give me a kiss" Yeosang said and nodded, to which you crawled onto him and leaned in for a kiss. It was a heavy, lustful one, but filled with a drop of love and tenderness. That type of kiss that anticipated what was about to happen, but left room to feel the love radiating from him. He leaned in for a kiss, kis hands on your ass, squeezing it softly. You whined at the touch, feeling his lips curve into a smile against yours. He suddenly, but slowly started guiding you up until your back arched, not necessarily knowing what he wanted to do.

"May I?" he said and let you down on his face. Your face screamed *horrified* as you let your now-dripping cunt on his face, hovering over. "Oh- my god, Yeosang-" you whispered, breath hitching as soon as you felt his tongue finding it's way in. His hands anchored to your thighs, pushing you down forcefully to bring your pussy closer to his face. He then started eating you out, his tongue hitting all your sweet spots. Your hands were holding onto the headboard, back arching with every touch of his. "You taste so good, babe..." he said, completely fucked out and breath heavy, his nails digging in your flesh. You could already feel the knot in your belly thighten and.. as soon as his nose nudged at your clit a couple more times you came. He ate you out thru your high then softly lifted you up and pushed you down to his lower abdomen, where he let you sit for a moment.

"Everything okay?" Yeosang asked, forehead sweaty.

"Y-yes.." you muffled, still not being able to process what the fuck just happened. But you were damn sure you loved every second of it. You took a minute to look at him and take his beauty in. Your hand hovered over his face, resting for a moment near his eye, where his birthmark was. That was the most poignant feature you loved about him.. his cute, birthmark that made him unique. A birthmark you've probably seen on other people too, but on your man it looked like it was carefully painted by God itself, that's how pretty it looked to you.

"I love you, Yeosang.." you smiled at him, then your mimic changed. You lifted yourself off his belly and your hand slowly went to your folds. You fingered yourself for a short moment to lube your fingers up, then you stroke his length for a couple of times. He flinched at your touch, excitement building with every touch of yours.

"Hold up, baby. You wanna do it without... this?" he said, as his hand reached for the nightstand, where he got a condom from.

"Y-yes.." you shyly said. "I want to feel you... completely. It's my first time, after all... I want to feel e-everything-" your confidence slipped off as you slightly got embarrassed at your words, to which your boyfriend chuckled.

"Okay then, as you please, my love..." he said and his hands went to yours, reassuring you.

Your left hand placed his on your waist as your right hand went for his cock, slowly guiding it to your entrance. You let yourself down on his length, slowly but surely. You let out a loud gasp, followed by a soft moan as you felt him bottom down after two or three tries. A groan left his chest as you gradually and slowly jumped on his cock, your hands holding onto his chest. His hands went to your ass, holding tightily onto it, but not hurrying you. Though, after some thrusts, he easily pushed you a bit, wanting to feel you even more.

"I-uh" you muffled.

"W-what, sweetie?" he breathed out.

"It feels s-so, ngh.. good" you were finally able to say, slowing down for a moment.

"If that's so... why don't we.." his hands grounding you and his pelvis softly thrusting upwards, "speed up, just a bit?"

He waited for you to say something. Anything, the smallest reaction that could be read on your face. But you simply couldn't verbally answer. Though, in response, you started to moderately jump faster on his cock, feeling his length all the way up, deep down inside you, your walls clenching onto him. He had a vein on his cock which you felt way too well, rubbing against your aching walls.

"How do you f-feel, my love..?" Yeosang muffled, breath heavy and hands even heavier on your thighs. He moved them to your ass, softly moving you up and down on his length. Your hands went to his waist, holding dearly onto him. You could yet again feel the knot in your belly thighten, but your thoughts were soon softly interrupted by Yeosang's muffles and quiet moans. You sensed that he was close, too. So you did what you had to and started jumping up and down on his cock rapidly, his nails digging in your soft flesh, feeling for more.

"I-I'm, uh, close, love-" Yeosang said and raised his torso, dragged himself back to the headboard while still being inside you. His hands then went for your ass, moving you up and down forcefully, so he could feel you better. Your hands flew to his hair, and lips to his.

The two of you started making out, sloppy and muffled moans escaping your rapidly rising chests. His eyes glistened with lust, and as soon as he thrusted upwards into you a couple more times he came, filling you up. You fucked yourself on his cock and load through his orgasm, the squelching sounds and the feeling of his cock gliding effortlessly inside you sent you over the edge, the belly in your knot getting undone and finishing all over his length. He slowly came down to a stop, then moved his hands to your back. His dick still deep inside you, he leaned in for a thight hug, stroking your hair and back softly with his hands.

"You did so well, sweetie..." he softly whispered, leaving soft kisses behind, on your body, until his eyes met yours.

"I-.. I love you, Yeosang. I never want to be away from you..." you gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"Me neither.." he leaned in for a tender kiss.

He helped you down, sitting you peacefully on the bed, "let's get you washed up, alright? I'll hop in, too" Yeosang said as he lifted you up in his hands and carried you to the bathroom, where he slowly placed you in the tub.

You were so damn lucky to have someone like him in your life.

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ღPairings: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: pwp, smut  ღAu: Fallen Angel au, Piercer au, supernatural au ღTrope: s2l ღWord Count: 2,431 ღRating: 18+, MINORS DNI ღSynopsis: your fallen angel has done some deep dives on the internet and has come up with some fresh kinks to experiment with ღWarnings: temperature play (hot wax and ice cubes), nipple play (m), sub!hwa, dom!reader, corruption kink, pain kink, fingering (f), jerking off, hand grinding?, cum eating, seonghwa is slowly learning the bdsm scene, inexperienced! hwa, power bottom! hwa? ღDedication: @mejuii (BECAUSE YOU WON'T LET THIS AU DIE) & @downtoamagicalland my beta readers extraordinaire @smallfrye honorary suffer with ME tag. happy birthday to the man that always knows how to wreck me and STILL remain my muse Part One: Wonderlust

About to close up for the day, you almost keyboard smash your excel sheet when you saw who walked in. Seonghwa, still freshly fallen, pushed through your door once again. He was less arrogant now, sullied from his pain and pleasure tour, but looking determined.

“I need your help,” He announced.

“Hello to you too, Seonghwa. How are you? Hopefully your piercings are healing nicely. I’m fine, thank you for asking,” You said sarcastically. Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unused to your sarcasm yet. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Nevermind, how can I help you?”

“I was going through your digital scrolls to see what other experiences I need to catch up on and I discovered there is such a thing as temperature play,” He revealed.

You blinked down at your keyboard, sure that you were about to type something but nothing was coming to mind as you absorbed Seonghwa’s words. “And you want me to help you with that? You know that I’m a piercer, right? You know there are others who could help you with that, right?” The real question was… why was he always coming back to you?

Seonghwa shook his head. “You have proven to me that you are to be trusted with this.”

Was Seonghwa… was he, as a virgin, falling for you since you showed him his first pleasure and his first pain? You rubbed your eyebrows, your tick for being stressed. “Seonghwa--”

Seonghwa, quick as lightning, gathered your hands and held them. “Please?

You carefully extracted your hands from Seonghwa’s hold. “I gotta close up.”

Seonghwa watched you avidly as you turned the lock on your door and turned off the open sign. You thanked your past self for deciding to tint your big front windows but you still grabbed Seonghwa’s wrist and pulled him into the back of your shop. 

“I must be insane for this,” You muttered to yourself, “But I’ve got ice cubes in the back.”

Seonghwa perked up. “I brought the wax! The shopkeeper said this color would look nice against my skin!”

You winced. He even came prepared? You spun around and banged into Seonghwa’s chest. “Careful, Human,” He murmured as he steadied you.

You ducked out of his grasp once again and moved towards the mini fridge where you kept your lunch and some ice cubes for the pain in case your customers needed some relief. Seonghwa slid up behind you and cupped your hand holding the tray. “Human,” He purred in your ear.

You turned in his grasp with the tray. “You need to go sit on a chair,” You instructed, refusing to look at Seonghwa.

“You are playing a game but I don’t know the rules,” Seonghwa murmured.

You cleared your throat. “I’m doing no such thing. You asked for this and I’m preparing. What more do you want from me?”

Seonghwa tipped your head back with one of his long, pretty fingers. “You could start by looking at me like you did when you spat on my cock.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Stop that.”

Seonghwa sighed. “I’m a fallen angel and I’m dealing with the sin part better than you.”

You knocked his hands off of you. “Go. Sit. In. The. Chair!”

Seonghwa smiled like he still somehow got what he wanted but did as you bid. Today he was wearing a diaphanous, see-through shirt but a pull over with a hood. He pulled it off by grabbing behind his back and then his entire upper body was available for your eyes. You couldn't help but zero in on his nipples. Instead of the simple barbells you had pierced him with, he now had a pair of matching barbed wire piercings that hung like hoops. They looked heavy and they slightly pulled at his nipples, which you were sure was the point, for Seonghwa at least. 

“Do you like them?” Seonghwa looked up at you as you sat down on the stool beside the piercer chair. 

“They’re lovely, Seonghwa,” You murmured, putting down the ice cube tray where normally your piercing gun would go. 

Seonghwa preened under your praise. “Do you want to play with them?”

You choked and scoffed and made all kinds of noises that were only making Seonghwa’s grin grow wider. “No, I do not want to play with them--are we doing this temperature play or not?” You huffed.

“First, I have read that we must negotiate what happens during the scene,” Seonghwa revealed. He really had been reading stuff on the internet. He pulled the container that would melt the wax and the cubes that he had bought. 

“What would you like to negotiate, Mister Fallen Angel, sir?” You said sarcastically.

It went over Seonghwa’s head again. “Secondly, I would prefer if you received some pleasure along with mine.”

You dropped the container that would melt the wax onto Seonghwa’s stomach and he made a small ‘oof’ noise as the weight hit him. You quickly gathered it off of him and grabbed the lighter he offered next and put those on the table with the ice cubes. “This isn’t about me, Seonghwa. You want the experience and you said you trust me.”

Seonghwa sat up straighter in your chair and aimed a very heavy gaze your way. “I wish to negotiate more.”

“Well, negotiate all you like,” You said flippantly, “I’ve already stated no.”

“Why do you deny yourself pleasure when I offer it freely?” Seonghwa wondered. “Is this not how this works? Did I read the scrolls wrong?”

You rubbed your eyebrow again and sighed. After your first time with Seonghwa--after his piercings--in which you fucked Seonghwa on your piercer chair, you had felt an immense weight of guilt. Everything Seonghwa had done with enthusiasm but it still didn’t feel right to steal away a fallen angel’s innocence. You felt… bad about it since. And you had vowed you would never let it happen again.

“No, you did not read the scrolls wrong, Seonghwa. You’re fine,” You assured him.

“Then? Tell me what I am doing incorrectly? Is it not right and fair to exchange pleasure? Should I not give as much as I take?” Seonghwa rocked backwards like he was physically hit with a thought. “Am I not what you prefer? I cannot help that I am inexperienced but I am trying to learn!”

Oh, this was going downhill quickly and you had to stop it. “Seonghwa,” You said his name softly this time. “Hush.”

The angel snapped his mouth shut but his eyes would not leave your face. “What can I do?”

“Small steps, okay?” You pleaded with him. 

You watched as the wheel’s in his head turned, trying to make a reality of what you wanted. “Could you ride my fingers while you apply the hot and cold? Are those small steps?”

You shuddered at his words. “Jesus,” You muttered under your breath. “Seonghwa--”

The angel had a habit of cutting you off before you could say what you wanted to. He leaned forward and his lips smashed against yours. He cupped the back of your head as he kissed you, passionate and eager. When he was done, he pressed his forehead against yours, already panting. “I wish for more experiences but I wish for more of you.”

You pushed back with your hands on his chest. “Haven’t I sullied you enough?”

"Flower," Seonghwa leaned forward and brushed your lily tattoo on your inner wrist, "You honor me but I am no longer an angel."

"I know," You admitted, "But--!"

"Please. Take pleasure from me while we perform this temperature play. It is what I wish for the most on this day," Seonghwa said solemnly.

You caved. You had no more excuses. You wanted this, in your heart of hearts, and you couldn't say no to him any longer. You cracked an ice cube into your palm and straddled Seonghwa on the piercing chair. “Anything else?” You asked. 

“I…” Seonghwa swallowed, “Don’t be gentle with me. I like when you were rough with me like the first time.”

“Fucking hell, Seonghwa,” You cursed.

Without further ado, you leaned in and braced yourself against his chest, applying the melting ice cube to his nipple. Seonghwa’s breath hitched and he began to nibble on his bottom lip. His eyes followed your hand as it touched his other nipple and he whimpered. 

“Feels good?” You wondered.

“G-good,” He confirmed with a stutter.

You watched as the melted water ran down his chest, his nipples pert and looking good enough to nibble on. You leaned in and captured one nipple in your mouth and continued to rub the other nipple with the ice cube. Seonghwa let out a needy moan and you felt your pussy throb in response. So you carefully captured the hoop behind your teeth and pulled gently and Seonghwa almost threw you off the chair with his reaction, his arms catching you before you fell.

You began to rub the ice cube over his body and followed the trail of water with your tongue. You could feel how hard Seonghwa was under you so you began to unbutton his pants but he stopped you. "The wax. Next. Before you give me release. Please."

“You’re awfully demanding for someone who is supposed to have put me in charge,” You grumbled but did as he asked.

The clerk had been right, the gold against Seonghwa’s skin was simply lovely. But the better part of that deal was the slow satisfied smirk whenever the hot wax dribbled on his skin. Seonghwa let out groaning laughter, making your lower half clench down on nothing. 

“Flower,” Seonghwa whined and you knew it was time for the other other part he had been asking for. “Are we still taking small steps?” He wondered as you stood up from straddling him, putting down all the toys and moving to pop the button of your pants. 

Before you could stop yourself, you removed your pants and underwear and moved back onto the chair. You grabbed Seonghwa’s wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth so you could suck on them. 

Seonghwa really did look like a fallen angel that you had taken advantage of: the golden waxed remained frozen in time, permanently dripping along his pecs and abs. Sweat clung to his hairline, his lips were red from all the biting down on them he had been doing, and his eyes were big and curious, solely on you. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” You murmured, avoiding his gaze now.

“Like what?” Seonghwa wondered. 

“Like I’m the one that hangs the star’s in the sky,” You grumbled. 

You maneuvered Seonghwa’s hand to lie against his thigh and he crooked them so you could sit on them. When the pads ran over your wetness, you shivered. Seonghwa’s eyes wouldn’t stop swinging from looking at your face to looking at his fingers brushing your wet folds. The next step was to pull down his pants and you sent him a look.

“Does it displease you that I do not wear underwear to our appointments?” Seonghwa asked, fingers moving along your folds delicately.

“An appointment would suggest you booked it ahead of time,” You said through gritted teeth. 

You leaned over to grab another ice cube, allowing some embers of your anger to fuel your movements. You pulled back his foreskin and ran the ice cube along the tip of his cock. Seonghwa tensed but let out a long moan. His fingers plunged further inside of you and you moaned along with him. 

Soon, it became a game of torture. You would jerk Seonghwa off, teasing the ice cube over the tip of his cock every once and a while. Seonghwa, in retaliation, finger fucked you as you grinded down on his fingers. You weren’t really paying attention to your own pleasure but Seonghwa sure was. He practically fought the intense pleasure you were giving him, resisting the urge to close his eyes and drink in the moment, studying every jerk of your hips and cries in an attempt to give back to you what you have given to him. 

You made him come first, however. His cum spurted over your hand and added to the wax along his skin on his torso. Seonghwa’s face almost contorted in pain but you had come to learn that was just his come face. His entire body relaxed against the chair but his eyes were on you once again. 

“Flower,” he called out weakly.

With your clean hand, you pushed his hair out of his face, borderline fondly tucking it behind his ear. “It’s okay, Seonghwa.”

“You always take care of me,” Seonghwa said as you scooped up some of his cum with your fingers.

You sucked on them gratuitously and hummed. “It’s not like I’m coming to your place of work and asking you to take care of my newfound needs.”

Seonghwa cocked his head. “Could you?”

You coughed and made to stand up but Seonghwa’s hand gripped your thigh to stop you. “Don’t go.” And to encourage you to stay where you were, his fingers began to move again against you. 

Seonghwa had discovered that he could brush your clit with his thumb and make a come hither motion with his two fingers inside of you and you gently collapsed against him, your forehead on his shoulder, keeping yourself off of his cum and wax stained upper body. You closed your eyes and began to keen into his bronze skin, allowing the pleasure to steal you away.

“Fuck, Seonghwa, just like that, keep going, i’m going to--oh god--yes yes YES!” You climaxed with a high pitched cry that slowly devolved into whimpers as you came down from your high. Now you were the one breathing and panting and trying to recuperate. 

“Flower?” Seonghwa rubbed your thigh to get your attention. 

“I just--need a minut--oh god!” You cursed again as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You moved your head slightly to watch as Seonghwa did as you had, putting his fingers in his mouth and cleaning them of your wetness. His eyes widened in surprise and he made a noise similar to as if he was eating a sweet. 

“Can you stop being so delicious?” You whined, trying to gather some energy to get off of Seonghwa. 

“I read there was pleasure in eating a pussy but I didn’t--” He exclaimed as you hit him. “What did I do?”

“Damn fallen angel,” You opted to grumble instead. He really was going to be the death of you.

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hii! i was wondering if you could do wooyoung, san or seonghwa with brat taming? if you do that ofc. you can pick the member! have a great day! and take your time :)

I’ve only got time for Seonghwa right now. I’m sorry baby. <3

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Brat taming with Seonghwa.

Themes: Smut. Minors & ageless blogs DNI. implied female!reader dom!Seonghwa (Once again shit writing)

Boy do I have thoughts to share with you today my pretties.

Seonghwa:

Definitely a soft dom. Sweet and gentle. But sometimes almost condescending.

If you acted bratty while he was working, he’d probably just ignore you at first. A small smirk on his face as he watches you become more and more frustrated at his lack of attention. Pouting and huffing in a futile attempt to get his attention.

It would get to a point where he’d get sick of your constant pestering and grab your face. Giving you exactly what you wanted while scolding you.

“You wanted this right? To get fucked like a whore? Why else would you act like this?” He’d grunt in your ear while drilling into you from behind.

In public though, you’d be acting bratty while with friends or while walking around. Whispering dirty things in his ear. Only giggling and getting more traffic when he tells you to stop.

As soon as you were sat at a table or in a car behind your other friends, he’d let his fingers slip under your skirt or waistband and push his fingers against your hole. Immediately shutting you up as you cover your mouth to muffle the moans and mewls escaping your throat. Now it was his turn to whisper in your ear.

“Shhh baby… you know you deserve this… don’t you dare cum.~”

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Was it worth it?

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The feeling of cold wind hitting your skin as you fall into what seemed like an endless pit. The pain you get from your wing, the feathers slowly turned into ash and the ones that remained became black and withered. And from above you saw a glimpse of that bright light before your eyes shut and everything slowed down.

Your eyes jolt opened and you sat up, scanning the room, checking if anyone was inside. It felt like you were choking, your hand wrapped around your neck as you let out pants. Once you realised you were okay and that it was a dream sigh of relief left your lips. You started to recall everything that happened, your banishment, the rulers of hell, your wings.. Your wings! You immediately looked over at your bandaged wings and winced. They were still damaged. Nothing could bring their grace and elegance back and the thought of that brought a nagging feeling to your stomach. "Hongjoong did this.." You mumbled as your fingers traced over the bandages.

A gentle curse came from you once you saw how unrepairable they were. It hurt realising the one thing you took pride in, was gone within seconds. Why did it have to be like this? Why did you have to be banished? You desperately wanted to rewind time but you knew that's not how it works. What's happened, happened and there's nothing you can do to change that. All you can do now is adjust to this new environment, after all this will be your new home for centuries.

After some time you finally decided to get out of bed. It wasn't easy to get out of bed, it's warmth was so comforting. It didn't help the fact your body was killing you, it felt like multiple needles were pricing into you. Once your feet touched the cold marble floor you noticed how you weren't wearing your old clothes. Maybe Seonghwa changed you when he and Hongjoong took you in. If you had the energy you would have given more of a reaction but you didn't.

Slowly you went over to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You hadn't taken a shower since you came down here and desperately needed one.

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Hongjoong sat in his office in peace. The silence helped him think properly. It was already morning, despite the fact the sky was always dark and blue, he could tell a new day had started. After all he was born and raised here he knows when it's morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

Last night was when you arrived, an angel came to hell. A broken angel. Why? He didn't understand. It's been hundreds and hundreds of years since he saw a fallen angel, and when he did he was still a prince. All he knows is that you have to have done something so horrific to be sent to hell instead of earth. The first fallen angel he ever met was Yeosang, who now roams hell freely. Yeosang never told anyone why he was sent to hell but no one cared enough to ask.

He hummed in displeasure as he looked at the piles of paperwork he had to finish. Being the ruler of hell wasn't easy, he was lucky enough to have his husband with him to 'help' though. But Seonghwa wasn't a paperwork demon, unfortunately. It was annoying he had all this work and his lover wasn't even going to help. Hongjoong scoffed and got up from his chair to march over to his shared bedroom. "I swear if he's still in bed." He mumbled as he shut his office door.

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You came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your figure as you grabbed the door handle. The cold air hitting your skin once you came out of the bathroom. Your clothes were still on the bed and it seemed no one came inside while you were taking a shower. It was nice, you felt clean and fully awake. But the sound of harsh footsteps confused you, it sounded like a beast was walking. You didn't pay much attention to it thinking it must've been Seonghwa or Hongjoong, or just some random servant. The two were the rulers of hell after all they must have servants.

Setting the towel aside you slowly put on your trousers, your undergarments, and your shirt. You still felt a bit sore but maybe a bit of walking around would help. After that shower you felt relaxed. Not relaxed enough to move on from your banishment but enough to explore and talk to others.

"SEONGHWA GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED?!!?" You almost fell down on the floor but thankfully landed on the bed when you heard Hongjoong's shouting. "What the fuck?" You mumbled as you clenched your chest in shock. What in the hell was going on?

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Hongjoong was furious, his husband was lazing around in bed acting like he didn't have a whole underworld to take care of. "Do you seriously think I'm going to manage everything on my own?!" Hongjoong slammed the bedroom door and made it over to the bed. Seonghwa hummed in amusement as he watched the shorter man climb onto bed. Despite his anger he knew his husband cared for him dearly, Hongjoong just hated the thought of doing all the work alone. "What do you expect? You kept me up all night! My whole body is covered in hickeys because you got jealous." Seonghwa remarked catching Hongjoong off guard, last night Hongjoong got jealous of the way Seonghwa was acting with you. Yes you were indeed a beauty but how dare he trace your lips and act so innocent with you? Hongjoong didn't like that.

"Shut up." Hongjoong groaned, grabbing the duvet as if he was going to pull it off. The lovers were so close to each other, Hongjoong was only inches away from Seonghwa's lips. But Hongjoong's anger didn't allow him to realise that unlike Seonghwa who already did. "Calm down my love, it's alright. I promise I'll help." Seonghwa's voice was so soft and gentle. His slender hands roamed Hongjoong's figure until he grabbed onto his waist and pulled the short man to his lap. "Just relax with me for a bit." He mumbled before his lips met Hongjoong's.

Hongjoong's anger was slowly fleeting away, honestly the paperwork left his mind once Seonghwa kissed him. Even if it didn't look like it and even if Hongjoong didn't act properly with Seonghwa. He loved his husband dearly.

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Hongjoong wasn't shouting anymore so you decided that it was time to leave the room. You found some slippers under the bed and decided to take them, the cold floor wasn't nice. The hallway was huge and at the end you saw a bedroom door, which you assume is the shared bedroom of the two Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

The other end of the hallway had a staircase which led to the ground floor. You quietly walked over and climbed down the staircase. As you did you realised how beautiful this mansion was, could you even call this place a mansion? Heaven had its beauty yes, it was bright and no darkness was allowed but down here even if there was darkness it shined in its own way.

Once you made it downstairs you saw a large table. Both sides have chairs staring straight at each other. In the middle there sat a chair which was probably for you. The table had multiple dishes and they all seemed so delicious. Some you didn't recognise but you were familiar with the rest. You wanted to go and eat but you didn't know if you could without Hongjoong or Seonghwa being there.

"Oh, you're awake and just in time for breakfast." You turned to see a tall man, he had blonde and a sweet smile. His height was a bit intimidating but his smile helped calm you down. "Ah, I didn't introduce myself. I am one of the many butlers here, my name is Yunho. My lords are, uhm, busy. They take their sweet time so I advise you to start eating. Take a seat." He carefully walked you over to your chair and as he did you noticed the way he looked at you. He was analysing you. But you didn't say anything about it. When he sat you down he looked down at you and spoke in a calm tone. "If you need anything just call me. I'll be there to assist you."

He didn't take a second before he walked off to what you assume was the kitchen. Was he really a demon? Could demons be nice? You wondered but didn't try to think much about it. Maybe because you were a guest of Hongjoong and Seonghwa so he was being kind with you. You still remember what Seonghwa told you about how demons would act with a fallen angel.

You looked at the huge amount of food and gulped. This really was all for you. Everything looked so captivating and it made your stomach grumble. This wasn't how you expected your first day at hell to be, but you weren't complaining.

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Hi guys! I'm so sorry I took so long to post chapter 2 I was having some issues with writing the plot since I wanted to mention others as well and it became a whole mess. I kinda got lazy around the end so I apologize for that:') If I made any mistakes please do tell me and I'm always up for constructive criticism.

[hwaightme]

Love was spring

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💮 pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader 💮 genre: comfort, fluff, tid-bits of angst, strangers to lovers 💮 summary: following a serendipitous meeting with you, seonghwa blooms in love after heartbreak, and learns that "if you intend to love a single flower, you must love its generation and extinction, presence and absence." - Do Jonghwan 💮 wordcount: 2.6k 💮 warnings/tags: allusion to idol!hwa, heartbreak, recovering from heartbreak, flora, cherry blossom season, implied ideation of death, time, healing, overcoming hardships, rainy days, discussion of life and its meaning, reassurance, meaning of forever 💮 a/n: the sentimental mood, bittersweet reminiscence have not left me after listening to Seonghwa's cover of Angel Baby, so I hope you enjoy my expression of this <3 Thank you so much to Sky (@/legohwas) for reading and for helping with the name, forever grateful<33 Much love and any reblogs, comments, thoughts and notes welcome!

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Love was pernicious when the soul was a snow-covered, sleeping tree - a notion that Seonghwa had been unfortunate enough to explore, and a terror to experience. In the flickering embers of what used to be a blazing passion, Seonghwa had remained intentionally oblivious to himself, and to the troubles that constructed a suffocating enclosure around him until catastrophe was imminent. When he had been at his lowest and needed precious love and unconditional support the most, he had been left to perish in the lonely silence, accompanied solely by the drumming of a biting cold winter rain. That day, his heart had joined the millions of droplets by shattering into a myriad of miniscule white flowers, only for their pure luminescence to be extinguished in the blink of an eye and blend with the wet concrete as sickly grey sludge.

As he watched the sun leave his life, the back of the one who had all his adoration and had promised him a forever turning into that of a total stranger, he ceased to believe in the feeling. If it was something so easily disposed of, equivalent to the passivity one experienced when discarding a plastic wrapper or an old, useless and broken toy, then he did not want any part in this farce. Evidently, he had been mistaken in his romanticisms, in his dreams and in his vision of soulmates, and thus, in his future.

Nights blended into days, remaining colourless as Seonghwa drifted in a melancholic somnolence. A hollow shell of a human being, he did what he had to do to be deemed functional enough, competent enough, acceptable enough for the rotating cogs of the societal machine. Seonghwa smiled, because his muscles were trained to do so. He refined his movements in a complex dance routine, because he could dissociate from his inner turbulence. But, in the darkness of his room where he had long ceased to turn on the light out of fear that he would see the ghosts of his history, he let himself collapse onto his bed and study the vapid monotony of his ceiling, so intently that he saw a reflection of his own heartache and misery in the off-white paint.

Amidst his endless search for some form of relief, the dark-haired man had taken to visiting the same bridge every rainy evening. The very bridge on which he had parted with the one who he had called the love of his life, physically metamorphosing into nothing but a black dot with every confident step away from him, but still having the ability to transform into a festering wound in his cranium. Seonghwa had nothing left to give, and yet he kept on hoping that one day everything could turn around, and the sun would shine once more. Alas, the rain had only gotten stronger, until the unforgiving element was a loyal spirit hovering above his lowered head.

Pulling the heavy weight of fate behind him, Seonghwa trudged to the bridge once more, turning in the direction of the flowing river and regarding the way in which large droplets collided with the surface, disturbing an otherwise innocent, serene mirror of the sky. Collapsing onto the stone guardrail, he peered at the waters below absent-mindedly and toyed with the idea of becoming a leaf, be it an oak or a maple; exist to gather energy, give, give and give some more only to break away from familiar territories and succumb to eternal rest on the current’s bubbling surface. A long, tranquil holiday. Away from all of this. Away from judgement, misinterpretation, anxiety that gnawed at his insides like a voracious dog. If only Seonghwa had known that it would turn out like this; then he would have never given into the silly risk that was now poisoning his thoughts, his feelings, and was rapidly approaching his actions. 

And it was at that moment, in the desperate solitude, amidst a battle with himself that he met you, and the unforgiving downpour cowered in your radiance.

“Hey, you come here often?” The cheesy phrase pulled him out of his ruminations, and he spun his head around to register the source of sound, finally stumbling upon a figure wrapped up in a raincoat, face partially hidden by an umbrella. Out of politeness, he chose to respond to the mysterious passer-by, flabbergasted when the umbrella moved to reveal a megawatt grin and an adorable face. While you looked to be about his age, you possessed a fascinating contrast of wise eyes that gave the impression of having seen many lives, wonders and displeasures of the world, and the refreshed, youthful face with the faintest natural blush coating your cheeks. In his mind, you were the promise of spring after a detestable, incorrigibly brutal winter.

Love was assuaged grief when the soul was the bare branches of a cherry blossom tree, early buds only just beginning to peek out from their bundled cots, and revealing their youthful colours against the warm grey bark that was decorated with memories of past trials and tribulations; an ode to time itself. This was a notion which you had proposed to Seonghwa amidst your improvised performances - an attempt to elicit at least the ghost of a priceless smile. After the initial meeting, you had come to cross paths more and more often, until serendipitous grew into coincidental, grew into intentional. And for the first time, Seonghwa found his footsteps and his heart getting lighter, and the rain no longer provoked despondent rumination, leaving the cyclical, habitual aches that only time could heal.

The routine was simple. Every evening when the sleepless sky caressed the earth with millions of diamonds that connected to form thousands of threads, embellishing the heavens and tying the mortal and the timeless, you would meet. Same bridge. Same time. Same umbrella, decorated with ornate flowers. You had not asked Seonghwa for much, except to show up, and to bring you a story that brought him warmth. Even if the side effect of the otherwise happy and reassuring memory was a stray tear or two. Raindrops, condensation of the soul, you called them. Trickling reminders that he was able to feel and was capable of knowing when he was on cloud nine prior to entering his period of monsoons and thunderstorms.

Each rainy night, of which there were many, come early signs of the spring season, he recounted what love had meant for him before being subdued by a ruthless frost. How he had traversed each city believing that he finally understood the meaning of utopia and paradise, only for the rose glasses that he had unknowingly been given to be shattered, leaving him experientially blind. Suspended in his retrospections, Seonghwa ambled through his mind’s labyrinth as he divulged the stories of the many shops, cafes and quiet cobbled streets he had visited, with the memories now having transformed into bitter anguish.

The more he shared, the more despicable the prior fondness became. How dare this terror haunt him so? How dare the scenes appear before him in a warm sepia tone, when Seonghwa wanted nothing more but to let them go? He wanted to shed the dead leaves. Anything to submit to an unfeeling winter for a while, for the remnants of the prologue to his solitude to be frozen solid.

“You may wish to forget and say it never happened, it is only natural. But sooner or later, the ice and snow will melt and all that you had buried will be streaming down memory lane and back into your heart.”

“I suppose, but either way I will be thinking about it. So what does it matter if I think about it now, or later?”

“Acceptance, Seonghwa. Acceptance. With steady reflection and time dedicated to yourself rather than your demons comes acceptance. As you’re healing, the sun shines brighter, the days get longer, and the world awakens. It would be a shame to miss the spring, don’t you think?”

He lowered his head in silent musing, letting your words echo in his head before turning to survey the landscape. This was his first venture in the park near the bridge, despite him passing by it countless times. It had been a setting, a backdrop for his chilling thoughts, so deeply entrenched in periphery that he had never even considered stopping and admiring it. And now, with you, he felt that it was right that he did - without you walking by his side, finally having let him take a hold of your umbrella and hold it above your heads, he doubted he would find this collection of bare trees, murky ponds and meandering cement paths as miraculous as he did now. You pointed out the buds, so young they were a pale turquoise, and the fresh grass, thin lines of green among the wilted greys and browns. 

Perhaps this was what you envisioned when you talked of love. The nightfall turning into sunset as the clocks chimed the same hour. The same tree, adorned with the promise of a stunning canopy. The same memories, but with each passing day, growing brighter and lighter, until they turned into white clouds floating across the skies of sweet daydreams, serving as nothing more than a signifier of a past that had paved the way towards a marvellous present. If this was what you envisioned, then, certainly, this was what Seonghwa wanted to learn to feel.

Love was harmonious when the soul was the flurry of cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind, enveloping the beholder in the spring embrace and decorating the world in a snowlike carpet and in baby pink. While the tree did not bloom for long, reaching its most beautiful peak and burning out at times in a matter of days, the fleeting, divine glory that it achieved was what you and Seonghwa would consider an eternity. If anything, the growth, the blossoming, the fall were reflections of every living organism in the expanse of space and time; a slow inhale, and a level, measured out exhale all in the hopes of a next cycle. 

“You know, Seonghwa, I think that every single person is like a cherry blossom tree. Grand, ever-expanding, unique… bare. However, our identity, our interests, our friends and family… fans, they are all blossoms, leaves, the curvature in the bark that decorates the magnificent branches.”

Your musings were Seonghwa’s favourite pastime and focus, the words forming philosophical symphonies as he let himself be guided from one piece to the next. He had found comfort in sharing his troubles with you, and as soon as the weather had gotten warm enough for you to be able to do so, sitting side by side under the awakening flora to ponder their meaning into a fuzzy abstraction. The conversation had stemmed from your observation of the falling flowers, appearing to be shed as soon as they blossomed. Taking note of the lack of regal white robes on some of the branches, Seonghwa had pointed out that they might have been stolen away by the heavy rain last night, thus falling into a moment of melancholy as he recollected the circumstances of your first meeting.

Gently, you placed a hand over his in an expression of reassurance and a reminder that you, indeed, were here with him, and were not striving for impermanence. Turning his own hand so the palm was facing upwards, he intertwined your fingers together, comfortable with the sweet affection, since the throngs of observers hungry for photographs of the blossoms at their most splendid had long whittled down to lazy stragglers. They still retained a sliver of a chance to capture the grandeur of the remaining veterans before they too would join the fallen white raindrop, preferred to amble past, enraptured by their own routines, their own growth, their own blossoms.

“Flora has its life cycles. The same goes for everything in life. Some things and people appear and disappear in a single season, with only pictures or a passing thought to retain them in your psyche, whilst others, either on their own accord or by joining forces with like minded souls become a continuous presence. You see, even those who you had to say goodbye to were precious. Because they are irreversibly a part of you. Anything you do, anyone you meet is an addition to that beautiful blossoming tree, just like you are to theirs.”

Seonghwa shifted his gaze towards you, taking in your serenity as you basked in the April sun. Leaving behind the flowery umbrella and with it the rainy days, he was caught in a silent bliss, eagerly waiting for each tomorrow, all while living vicariously through every today. He found himself reconnecting with passion, with art. No longer was he functioning for the sake of appearances, but was well and truly living. After having assumed he had to love only beauty and solely seek perfection - the exact notion which had resulted in his near demise, it was a breath of fresh, resurrecting air to discover that to truly love, meant to love the silence, the obsoletion and the absence. Now, as one season changed into another, and as gorgeous blossoms fell to turn into colourful water streams he was able to sit back and quietly observe the metamorphosis instead of mourning it. Because he knew that this meant there would be a future, with new colours, new leaves, new blossoms.

“Life does not stand still…” he murmured, squeezing your hand ever so slightly, a warmth spreading in his chest as your eyes met his and your lips curled into a soft, adorable gleam. 

“And what do you think about that?” you held your breath, your heart swelling with pride as you urged Seonghwa to go on.

“I find it to be… like love itself. Even in the quietude of the branches left bare, the fondness and awareness of knowing they had once been home to thousands of petals makes it worth it. And, as such, they never leave, turning into a transformative forever.”

The heavens sighed, a strong breeze washing over the park, your two forms settled on the wooden bench, the shedding canopies of white. Blossoms erupted in a visual catharsis, and scattered across the earth as far as the eye could see. The final flickers of this beautiful season’s embers. And yet, it did not feel like a dismal, all-encompassing finale, but rather the end of the beginning. While Seonghwa did not know what this renaissance would bring, and what florescence shall be his future guide, he was confident that in his newfound tranquillity, you were the reason why loving was easy. Why love was like being brought back to life.

“It is easy to believe in ‘the end’. And takes an infinite, intrinsic love, transcending time and seasons to believe in ‘forever’.” you agreed, and gazed at the scene before you. The glimmering waters of a pond - the sky’s mirror, dotted with brilliant ethereal cotton, soothed by the wind’s caresses. You and Seonghwa watched on as the floral dancers cascaded down in their closing act, elegantly waving their farewells before settling on lapping foam. 

Slowly, he was learning the intricacies, the little things that formed a delicate equilibrium that was adoration, devotion, enamourment. Equanimous, Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to live in this ever-changing present, and, with you, love the beauty and the silence after it had fallen.

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 6 - Angel!San + Body Worship & Possession

@thetypingpup Said: hey jackie! 👋🏾 sending this in for kinktober: angel!san + body worship & possession A/n: Ellie!!!! Coming right up hehehe I had way too much fun with this one. All I have to say is... Sub!San Supremacy 🗣 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Restraints Word Count: 1,578 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

A small stream of light casts a warm glow over the bedroom as the sun begins to set. A full length mirror rests in front of a body, kneeling on the ground with hands tied above their head. Large wings twitch eagerly behind him, brilliant white feathers illuminating his tan skin. His leaking cock rests firm and proud, head rolling to the side to rest against his arm as his thighs twitch.

Exposed. Just how you like him.

Carefully, you lean forward in your chair, dark eyes dancing with mirth. The way his cock twitches as he catches your gaze has a smirk pulling at your features.

“You look so pretty like this, Angel,” you coo, slowly pushing yourself to your feet. “All tied up with nowhere to go.”

San can hear his heart racing in his ears, each beat synonymous with every step you take as you begin to stalk towards him. You look absolutely breathtaking in that lacy red ensemble you said you had picked out just for him. Tearing it off of you crosses his mind, but for now, he can wait. His muscles continue to strain as he tugs at those enchanted silken restraints, a bead of sweat tracing a line down his neck.

“All mine to admire.” A hum as you move to stand behind him, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Mine to cherish forever.”

“All yours,” he moans, tugging once more at the red silk binding his wrists together. “Forever yours, My Salvation.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards.

Teasingly, your trail the tips of your fingers up the sides of his arms, loving how he shivers beneath your touch. Once you reach his wrists, you lean forward, gently pressing your lips to the back of his hands.

“As I will always be yours, My Angel.” The smile you wear can be felt against his skin. “Now, I want you to watch as I worship you.”

A low groan escapes him, his eyes fluttering shut as his head falls forward. His cock twitches, the muscles of his arms straining against those silks once more. Incoherent pleas fall from his lips, but the most you can make out from him is your name. His throat works, hips jerking forwards lightly as you remove your touch from his skin.

“I said,” You grab him harshly by the hair, forcing his gaze back onto the mirror in front of him. “Watch.”

This time, there is no mistaking the way his whole body twitches beneath your hold. In the dying light of the sun, you can just make out a bead of precome that begins to drip down the side of his shaft. 

His breathing deepens, and his thighs tense.

You lick your lips.

Your nails scrape against his scalp as you drag your hand down the back of his head. A shiver caresses his spine as you continue trailing your hand downwards, kneeling behind him as your fingers gently brush between his shoulder blades. The softest of feathers greet your touch, and you watch as his wings shudder.

Shamelessly, a moan escapes him. His lips remain parted, eyes hooding over as he watches you carefully in the mirror. With everywhere you touch, he swears an eternal flame has been ignited over his skin. The feeling is unlike any other he has ever experienced in his entire existence, and it only makes him crave you more.

Adding the slightest bit of pressure to the area between his wings, you begin to massage the skin gently. A tender hum falls from your lips, your opposite hand beginning to trace over the contours of his one wing.

San’s cock throbs between his thighs, wings flaring out on either side of you. His whole body shakes, arms straining against that silk tie. Each reaction is involuntary, too. As if he no longer has control over his body.

That’s just the affect you have on him. The affect you’ve always had on him.

“Look at how perfect you are, My Angel.” Shifting your hands, you use each to caress one of his wings. “Such beautiful wings… I’ve never seen such a pure and magnificent being in my life.”

“They’re yours,” he pants out, stretching them out further for you to admire. “Everything I am belongs to you.”

For a brief moment, you pause in your movements. Removing your hands from his wings, you shift in closer. Your arms snake around his torso, head coming to rest directly beside his own. Nothing but a tender gaze can be seen within your eyes as you meet his own fondly in the mirror.

“I love you, San.” Your voice comes out much softer than before, nuzzling your head gently against his own. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and just as you give yourself to me, I give myself fully to you. I hope you never forget that.”

You can feel the way his heart positively flutters beneath your touch, only causing you to tighten your arms around him.

“My Salvation,” he swallows thickly, eyes shining with nothing but adoration as he meets your gaze. “How I love you so…”

Turning your head, you place a gentle kiss onto his temple before pulling away. Your hands trail over his skin teasingly, nails scraping against his torso as you sit back up on your knees behind him. Your touch slides up his back, coming to rest over his shoulders as you squeeze his flesh appreciatively.

“Now,” you breathe out lowly, thumbs circling the back of his neck gently. “Let me admire you.”

San tilts his head back, wings fluttering on either side of you. You can feel the way his muscles strain beneath his skin as you slowly trail your hands upwards, fingers dancing along his skin.

“I love feeling your arms around me, Angel.” You hum, leaning in to nose along the back of his bicep. “They’re so strong… Perfect to hold me close.”

You trace over his muscles a few times, noting the way his eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments. When you meet his gaze in the mirror once more, your heart flutters at the way you can see his eyes beginning to glow. The iris is slowly disappearing, being replaced by that translucent white you’ve only ever seen a few times before.

You smile.

Dragging your nails down his arms, you lean into him once more. Again, your arms sneak around his torso, hands splaying on his abdomen as you admire him openly. The way the skin of his back feels pressing against your chest has you humming contently, nuzzling your nose against the side of his neck.

You cannot wait to cover him in your marks.

“You’re so handsome, Sannie,” you coo, hands eagerly tracing over his front. “There is not an inch of you unloved by me.”

A desperate whine of your name slips passed his lips, hips jerking upwards. Even more precome leaks from his cock, the tip an angry red. With each brush of your fingers over his skin, he whimpers, desperate to feel more.

Sliding your hands up, you trace your fingers over his nipples. Your eyes are hooded as you glance downward, admiring every contour of his body beneath you. You even go so far as to drag your nails over his chest, shifting to bite the side of his neck as you see faint red lines beginning to appear over his skin.

“Mine.” Your voice is but a low growl, emphasized only by the way you pull him flush against you.

Another shameless moan escapes him. “Yours.”

The way your lips quirk upwards can be felt against his skin as you place tender kisses over his pulse. Eagerly, he leans into your every touch, shivering beneath your hands as they continue to explore his body, admiring every inch of him available to you.

Your lips trail from his neck, towards his arms, then upwards, nipping at his skin all the while. Slowly, you begin to pull away from him, standing back to your feet as he lets out a low whine from the loss of your touch. Only, a moment later, you’ve swung yourself around him, settling down over his thighs.

“Remind me to ride these gorgeous thighs of yours later.” You hum, shifting your hips above him.

His lips part in a moan, and you can feel his cock twitch against you.

Slowly, your hands begin tracing over his upper chest once more.

“Oh?” Your brow quirks, a devious upturn to your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Angel? Letting me see you spread out beneath me, and using you for my own pleasure.”

“Fuck-“ San tosses his head back, eyes fluttering at the mere thought. “Yes!”

You click your tongue, shaking your head. “Such sinful words falling from such angelic lips…”

He whimpers, pleading you with his eyes as his hips attempt to lift against your own.

Teasingly, you scratch your nails down his chest, loving the way he shivers beneath you. You lean in, lips barely brushing over his own.

The way he desperately attempts to press his mouth to yours only causes you to smirk.

Again, you tut at him, eyes dancing in amusement.

“Since you’re so eager to use your mouth, Angel…” you reach up, fingers toying with the knot holding the silk ties together. A blink, and they fall to the floor. “Let’s put it to good use.”

[sweetiessecretz]

intro ♡︎

hello!! my name is sweetie (not my real name but just call me sweetie) and i’m 16 years old! i have a boyfriend so i’m not interested .ᐟ.ᐟ but i am bisexual. i love shoujo animes/mangas, death note, kpop, tommyfeburary6, pink things, sanrio and anything cute!! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

i’d love to make some (age appropriate) friends on here with the same interests as me!! and id love to share all the cutsie things i see and do!! and maybe some couple posts with my wonderful boyfriend ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝- -⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

i hope everyone on here is nice >⸝⸝⸝<

[kpoptimeout]

K-Pop Debuts and Comebacks for the First Week of June 2024 (May 27 - Jun 2 2024)

May 27

aespa - Armageddon

Popular girl group are edgy queens in the post-apocalypse in this MV!

May 28

Chen - Empty

EXO's main vocal CHEN is blue in this emotional ballad.

Jay Park - Taxi Blurr ft. NATTY

K-RnB King Jay Park drops another smooth collaboration, this time with 5th gen IT girl NATTY of KISS OF LIFE!

TREASURE - KING KONG

YG's mega boyband TREASURE is back stronger than ever in this powerful performance!

May 29

Yves - LOOP ft. Lil Cherry

LOONA's Yves debuts solo in one of the strongest garage tracks in K-Pop this year!

May 30

ARTMS - Virtual Angel

LOONA members re-debut as ARTMS in this unique MV and track!

ATEEZ - WORK

Talented boy band ATEEZ returns with a catchy bop!

SUHO - 1 to 3

EXO's leader SUHO is in the retro-future in this groovy solo return!

May 31

A.C.E - Supernatural

All-rounded boy band A.C.E is back as 5 in this sweet English track!

Jun 1

No releases.

Jun 2

Nahee - Ending

Indie artist Nahee's posthumous comeback tugs at fan's heartstrings.

What is your favourite release of the week?

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Karaoke Angel (Dark!San x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Description: She danced and danced, singing her heart and voice away along with her flock, unaware of the dark gunmetal hued eyes that watched her every move, awaiting the perfect moment with uninterrupted patience. 

Word count: 2.6k.

Type: Smut oneshot.

Disclaimer: This doesn't represent Choi San in any way and I obviously don't own him. It is all merely fiction and fantasy, take it as such and scroll away if this isn't your cup of tea.

Note: unedited TT

Warning(s): Dubcon (the reader is basically drunk), dark!San, stalker!San, rough sex, p in v, biting, choking/breath play, mild cum play, dacryphilia, implied captivity, dirty talk, car sex, fear kink or a dash of it, self degradation, name calling, no mention of reader's ethnicity or body type, creampie. 

"Any kind, any kind, any kinda guy you want, you decide, change your…" Her drunk laugh rang in the mostly deserted bar as she went on to continue to sing broken lyrics on the karaoke with her friend group who was just as intoxicated as her. Lightweights. 

A small smile couldn't help but make its way on San's face which stayed masked by a shadow of the wall lights that had been shut off as he sat straight but lazily against the rest of his chair, one hand buried in a pocket as the other toyed with the rim of his glass of scotch. And although he smiled, it wasn't one of adoration or anything tender, rather a ghost one bordering the line of a wicked sneer. 

The music suddenly came to a halt and so did the ear piercing singing, followed by loud groans and boos as one of the bar workers came out and tried to get the intoxicated lot to quieten and get off the stage, which led to one of the boys to stumble forward in the direction of the employee to argue, grasping the edge of the sheet placed atop the table on which their empty drink glasses and bottles stood, accidentally pulling the material off and causing the contents to come smashing down against the wooden floors one after the another. 

The action caused another barworker to exit the backrooms and join his colleague, trying to get them all to climb down the stage without falling into the pool of broken glass. San stood up. 

Placing the owed amount on his table under his glass, he moved silently through the dark and now empty bar, slender body almost unnoticeable amidst the vocal havoc, feet coming to a stop when he reached his destination, one hand leaving the pocket it was previously residing in and extending towards the girl, Y/n, that he had had his eye on for a while now. 

Standing behind all her friends alone, the intoxicated state of her mind caused her to forget the chaos the moment her eyes fell on the devilishly handsome man giving her a half grin, not thinking twice before placing her own smaller one in his and stepping down from the stage. 

"Is it all the alcohol I downed or are you really fucking handsome?" She blurted out drunkenly, her previous company already a distant memory as she walked through the doors side-by-side the taller man, subconsciously intertwining her fingers with his and swinging their hands back and forth. 

A dimple formed on San's fair cheek as he stared ahead. "You're not so bad yourself, doll." Y/n's already flush cheeks darkened as she walked on, giggling out loud at the compliment without a notice of her surroundings which were now the jungle that was in the back of the club. 

"Really, you think so?" The man only nodded. "Thank you!" 

It wasn't intentional. Not in the beginning. San was fairly regular at the bar, although always keeping to himself on a faraway table in a dark corner, quietly watching the hormonal and drunken people around him or tapping away on his phone if not watching whatever game was playing on the tv while enjoying the one or two drinks he'd order, giving a nod to the servers for his bill before placing the money and leaving. The girl, Y/n, however, was fairly new, even though he was familiar with the faces of others that she hung out with. 

He hadn't meant for it to happen. But somehow it did. His eyes started wandering off to the length of her legs when she grooved on the karaoke stage or around the bar, how her impressive hips widened whenever she would bend, making whatever she was wearing cup the crease between her cheeks just enough to get his southern region to feel mild twists. As well as her perfect chest that made her tops look better than they would be otherwise. And then the pretty face which all the perfect imperfections serving as the cherry on top. 

Y/n opened her mouth to slur out some words once more, albeit being able to only gasp loudly when the man pulled her under his bigger body against his car that she didn't care enough in the moment to notice was parked in the heart of the dark woods. He needn't actually be bigger than her to make her feel small. It had always been the man's aura that made him appear bigger than he was. 

San's lips met hers in a heated kiss as his hands roughly hurried over every crease, bump and curve of her body, one of them travelling behind her and closing over one of her ass cheeks before pulling a rough squeeze out, causing Y/n to whimper and moan at the rough treatment yet feel heat sore through her loins. 

"Is it just me or are you like, waaaaay out of my league?" She panted as they broke apart for air, innocently blinking at him as her tiny razor-like nails rested against his chest, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

San pressed the unlock button on the remote of his car, cupping one of her cheeks with one hand as his thumb grazed against her bottom lip before he really finally looked at her. 

"But I am what you need, angel" his grey eyes stared into hers as he said the words, aiming to imprint them in her mind as his other hand opened the door to the backseat before his lips found hers again, fingers leaving her cheek and travelling down south before finding the length of her neck. 

San guided her carefully inside the car on her back, though not letting go of her lips that he could finally feel in all the ways he desired, closing the door of his SUV behind them. Her fingernails scratched at the back of his nape before burying in his hair, hips lifting to rub against his in an attempt to aid the heat pooling between her hips. 

"Fuck…" San whispered with a groan as he moved her skirt out of the way, softly humping one of her legs as his own sex organ was warm and stiff, the precum wet around his tip. "Aw, look at this little pussy" he mused after pushing her underwear to the side, cupping her sex with one hand and pushing her lips apart with his thumb before feeling the folds and smearing the wetness gathered at her opening all over them. 

"Ohhh," Y/n's inexperienced body twitched at the foreign touch as her fingers curled in his hair, pulling at it as her back arched when the man continued to tease her pussy. "Please-" the girl had to cut herself short when his free hand gathered both of her wrists together and away from his hair before placing them firmly above her head. 

"These remain here," he spoke like one would to a child. "Or the fun stops and you learn what being a disobedient brat entails" one of her bottom lips pushed out and he could sense a whine and complaints incoming. 

He had observed her enough to know that she needed to be kept in her place at all times. 

"B- But dude-"

"Shush" one his free hand lightly slapped her lips before he softened the effect with a kiss. "You talk too much." Her eyes widened and a gasp ripped out of her lungs when she went to retort but was forcefully silenced by his thumb pushing up her tight ring of muscles.

San sneered down at her. "Surprising," he condescendingly remarked, slowly starting to move the digit in and out of her leaking entrance as she gasped and trembled, sweat breaking out on her skin as fingers tried to claw the seat now, desperate to find an edge or object to grip and tug at. "Let's see what we have here now" his own heart was in his ears as he finally peeled her top away from her skin, eyes scanning her now bare chest as he moved her bra away as well. 

"Wait-"

"Sir, call me, sir" he commanded before latching his lips on one of her nubs, feeling his eyes roll at the feeling of her soft but erect skin, his thumb exiting her before he pushed it in her mouth and toyed with her tongue, smearing the salty juices against it. San's other hand pinched and smacked her unoccupied breast before squeezing it rather painfully, causing Y/n to groan around his digit before her lips closed over it and she sucked to brace herself against the mild pain. 

The male shifted uneasily as he felt his hardon turn into a raging one, his sack unable to hold on any longer. It was no news by now to him to know that she affected him differently as usually he was much better with self restraint.  

"Come up here" leaving her wet mouth with a loud plop, he found her neck again as he moved back so he was kneeling on top of her, sitting her up and playing with one of her nubs. "Undo my pants and tell me what I am going to do to you once they come off."

The drunk girl hazily looked up at him before she lustfully reached for his button and fly, clumsily undoing them. "I… You…" Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment despite the fact that she was already bare and covered in her own juices by him. 

"What do you call me?" He shot back hurriedly, his breathing heavy as he softly shook her by the neck, pressing his thumb under her chin to make her look at him as he lifted his hips to aid her as she pulled his pants off. "What do you call me?"

Usually Y/n would argue and not entertain being treated this way at all. But there was something about the way he spoke to her like she was brainless and silly, as if they weren't on the same mental level, how he manhandled her and made her insides heat up at the feeling of being treated so small. Like a ragdoll. And then his eyes, how they stared right into her soul, hard yet soft at the same time. 

"Sir, I call y- you sir" she replied obediently, eyes instinctively wandering down at his member and biting her lip. 

"And what is sir going to do to you now, hm angel?" Placing her back flat against the leather of the seat, San positioned himself between her legs and rested her feet against the headrests of the rear and front seats to give himself plenty of space to ruin her however he desired. 

"It's not going to fit" Y/n whispered back in response, obediently putting her hands above her head as her eyes turned glassy. Maybe she was starting to get a little scared. Or maybe it was the alcohol. 

"That's not what I asked, doll" lining himself against her opening, he raised an eyebrow. 

The girl bit her lip in contemplation but something about the darkness in his eyes caused her to speak what she did not actually intend, hazy mind not even trying to put up a fight against the handsome man. Glancing down at his tip prodding at her entrance, Y/n sniffled and looked back up at San.

"Y- You're going to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me, s- sir~" her words melted into a hiccup in response to the man finally lowering himself into her with a low groan, hand squeezing her neck. 

"Why would it not fit when it is was made to fuck your pretty little pussy, hm?" His free hand found her petals, thumb pushing them apart as he flicked her clit, the action causing Y/n's eyes to roll back as a vein appeared against the skin of one of her temples due to the lack of air in her lungs.

"Heavens, baby. You look so pretty right now, all red and breathless like my good little slut" his hips found momentum as he peppered kisses all over her cheeks and lips, rubbing circles into her folds before finally letting go of her air duct. 

Her lungs desperately sucked in air as much as possible, legs twitching and trembling as sweat trickled down them, toes curling when his lips found her nipples once more and this time, he nibbled on them, speeding up his thrusts more and going even deeper. 

Y/n tried to speak but was silenced by his hand as this time it cupped her mouth and nose, restricted her breathing once more only to speed up the rubbing of her clit whilst he assaulted her opening balls deep with each thrust now. 

"Clench around me." San commanded as he felt her chest sink against his in response to the oxygen running out once more, his lips finding her neck as he kissed and sucked at the skin, taking his sweet time decorating her skin with marks of his ownership. "And thank me!" 

Y/n's body twisted and spasmed as her toes curled and eyes released more tears, a scream plunging out of her mouth the moment it was released due to the intensity of it all, back arching as he orgasmed around his cock that was hammering her g-spot with every single movement now.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!" The male sighed against her, biting her tender skin as her warm walls tightened even more in defense to the intrusion he was subjecting her to during her orgasming state, making him start spilling his seed inside her around the same moments. 

"Fuck, angel. You're so good. So pretty all fucked out and sensitive for me" San didn't stop teasing her clit throughout his orgasm, fucking it out as he overstimulated her, overwhelmed himself because this was the best fuck of his life. 

"Please… please…" Y/n exhaustedly trembled as her legs shook for mercy, staring down at him in distress as the male's thrusts finally started to slow down before eventually halting. 

"I could stay here forever" San sighed in pure bliss, kissing the girl's swollen lips before resting his head against her, catching his breath while still enjoying the warmth of her cavern, bringing his fingers to his lips and finally tasting her juices. "Mmm" his eyes fluttered shut at the taste as he sighed in pure euphoria.

"Angel, you taste so…" His words died on his tongue when he opened his eyes and propped himself on one elbow to find her fast asleep, mouth slightly parted. A snort escaped him as he pecked her lips softly and moved back. Biting his lip and moaning when he moved inside her a little while fishing out his phone, the man sighed. 

She just had to be his. There was no other way. 

Switching his phone camera to recording mode, San pointed the device at her pussy before lowly grunting and pulling himself out of her now gaping entrance, cursing under his breath at the sight of her spasming muscles while his seed trickled out of them and dripped down to her crack. 

After he had shut his phone and pocketed it, San dressed both himself and his doll up before he climbed in the driver's seat and turned the keys, reversing the car out of the spot he had parked it in before turning it in the direction of his house that would not be his alone anymore.

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[angel-loves-ian]

bri | she,her | 24

seleneophile: a person who loves the moon

lg(b)tq+, black, female, infj-t

♡: groups i stan, seventeen, txt, riize, ateez, enhypen, p1harmony

♡: baises include, vernon and coups (svt), yeonjun and soobin (txt), shotaro and wonbin (Riize) hongjoong, seonghwa, and jongho (atz), yuta (nct), heeseung and jake (en-), theo and jiung (p1h)

♡: other artists include, dpr ian, dpr live/dabin, dpr artic, dean, bibi, yugeom, jackson wang, kehlani, victoria monet, psyfe (psychic fever), miyavi, alice nine, the gazette, hyde

♡: this blog works as a little journal for me, as well as being a safe space from life in general! so absolutely no discrimination at all, no tolerance for it at all!

♡: i'd love to make friends and talk about groups and such! so feel free to dm!

♡: tag key

#prettyangelspeaks: me just talking, or dumping random ideas/aus that pop in my head

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[altjellyfish]

a firm believer in maximalism 🗣️