#happy birthday park seonghwa

[ba0shanblack]

Joong said Hwa is: “Quieter than anyone else, but when he spreads his wings he is more gorgeous than anyone, like a peacock”

Hwa said “maybe these are the words I needed to hear the most” and that it hit more coming from Hongjoong ❤️‍🩹❤️

[hwashotcheeto]

In honor of my love's birthday, here are some (only SOME, the list is very very long) of my favorite Seonghwa looks. 🥰

Happy birthday to the wonderful Seonghwa. 🥰

[allyallyorange]

Look At Me!

Look At Me!

[tinybeetiny]

Subtle Foreshadowing: OT8

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATEEZ. I’ve been having to stay off TikTok because the edits are making me emotional 🥲

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Cw: explicit language, sore losers, competitiveness

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

“YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH AND I HOPE YOU FALL DOWN THE STAIRS” “MINGI NO”

“Okay (y/n) what is this game you wanted us to play” Seonghwa asked bringing over the bowl of popcorn “it’s a nice game that helps with team bonding and it’ll bring us all closer” you respond with a bright smile

“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. ARE YOU STUPID?” “Yeosang… calm down”

“Overcooked 2? What’s that?” Mingi asked when the loading screen popped up “oh it’s just a nice cooking game where you have to work together to get the dishes out. It’s up to four players so I guess there could be two teams. I’ve already played it so I just want to watch” you beamed, excited to see the boys play “Are you sure? We don’t want you to feel left out.” Yunho pouted next to you “I’m sure!”

“YOU MIDGET BITCH. I SWEAR I’LL END YOU RIGHT NOW” “Oh my gosh Yunho please sit down”

The boys split into two teams. Team 1 consisted of Hongjoong, Yunho, San and Mingi. Team 2 consisted of Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jongho. “Okay so I’ll have you guys do the tutorial first. Hongjoong your team will go first. It’s super easy” you tell them as you pass the controllers out. A small part of you felt a little bad for doing this to them but you think back to their little grocery incident (said incident will be coming soon) and decide that this is the best way to get back at them

“Okay. Seonghwa do you guys need to do the tutorial too?” You ask turning to the boys on the other couch “We probably should” he responded reaching for the controllers “whaaat no we don’t! We got this” Wooyoung interrupted “let’s do round 1 first!” “Wooyoung no” but Seonghwa’s words feel on deaf ears as Wooyoung already started the round.

“YOU DUMB FUCK. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” “GOD DAMMIT WOOYOUNG” “YOU’RE DONE” “I’M SORRY”

The boys were doing good! Until the dirty plates come into play. The tension was palpable and it felt a little suffocating. “Hongjoong… we need more plates” Yunho said a little on edge “I know I know but I’m trying to make sure the rice doesn’t overcook” “OKAY but you’re supposed to be doing the dishes…. San, what are you doing you’re supposed to do the pots. MINGI WHAT THE FUCK” You forgot how competitive Yunho was… how competitive they all were. “MY CONTROLLER ISN’T WORKING” Mingi yelled, confused why his character wasn’t moving how he wanted it to “MINGI YOU STUPID BITCH ITS UPSIDE DOWN” Yunho screamed back “YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH AND I HOPE YOU FALL DOWN THE STAIRS” “MINGI NO”. Well… it’s safe to say that Seonghwa’s team scored a little better that round.

The next round was a bit more difficult and they were all feeling the heat. Everything was going quite smoothly. It seemed like they found a good rhythm with Jongho chopping, Seonghwa cooking, Yeosang serving and Wooyoung doing plates but as more and more orders came in their perfect system started to crumble. Seonghwa had slightly burned one of the dishes and Wooyoung was getting behind on plates “Guys please you’re killing me here.” Yeosang was getting nervous, he wanted to keep the lead his team had but with the way they were performing this round it was very close. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Seonghwa get it now” Jongho noticed a pan was burning… bad. At that point the pressure got to Yeosang and he bursted “YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. ARE YOU STUPID?” “Yeosang… calm down”

Hongjoong’s team didn’t do any better this round either. “Mingi I swear if you don’t move out of the way I’m gonna lose it” Hongjoong voice was quiet, eerily quite and everyone just stared in anticipation “No I’m supposed to be doing the plates this time” Mingi argued back “Guys I need to plate this now” San interjected as he watched the time tick down. Trying to hurry, Hongjoong grabbed the wrong vegetable and put it on the wrong plate “YOU MIDGET BITCH. I SWEAR I’LL END YOU RIGHT NOW” Yunho yelled as he shot up out of his seat “Oh my gosh Yunho please sit down”

“Um. Maybe we should just play one more round and that’s it.” You nervously said watching the boys glare at each other “you’re both tied right now so I think this last will be enough” neither team said anything while Yeosang held his hand out for the controllers. This round was another split kitchen round and you were nervous that the dorm would explode. The anticipation built as Yeosang hit play and the round started. “Oh fuck not another one of these” Jongho groaned. The living room was dead quiet as the round continued, sweat dripping down Seonghwa’s forehead as he tried to focus on his task. Yeosang was staring so intensely that you were afraid he was going to burn holes in the tv. Wooyoung… you had no idea what Wooyoung was doing, you were just happy he wasn’t running in circles. Jongho was keeping up with the plates fabulously. Until… “YOU DUMB FUCK. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” “GOD DAMMIT WOOYOUNG” “YOU’RE DONE” “I’M SORRY”. Wooyoung thought he put the wrong ingredient on the plate, then proceeded to trash it.

You watched as the boy yelled at each other, the other team joining shortly after. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

[sanjoongie]

Breed! Chapter 2

Research

ღPairing: Reader (f) x Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong x Choi San x Jung Wooyoung

ღGenre: smut with no plot (if you squint, there's fluff)

ღAu: alien!teez, s2l, established relationship

ღWord Count: 2,757

ღWarnings: bdsm (tied up San), voyeurism, exhibitionism, jerking off by machine, virgin! seonghwa, corruption kink, reader is always cock hungry okay, penetrative sex with no protection, breeding kink, using cum as lubricant, m licking m cock, colored alien cum!, territorial! hwa, m orgasm x 2, degradation kink

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: it's seonghwa's turn to experience how humans breed. San's restrained for safety reasons but two more aliens are introduced to observe. how better to learn how humans breed if not to feel it for yourself?

ღDedication~ @thelargefrye you can blame smalls for hongjoong and wooyoung being included @mejuii @downtoamagicalland for being my ever-supporting beta readers

ღChapter 1~ Abduction | Mini Masterlist | Chapter 3~ Experiment

Slithering white rope-like strands suddenly came out from the ground and wound themselves around San. San yelped at the sudden attack and started to pull and grunt in an attempt to save himself. "Seonghwa?"

"I will take up your offer of data gathering," Seonghwa replied.

San momentarily stopped struggling and you watched with horror as the ropes slithered along his skin, tightening against his bronze skin. "Wait, really?" His face was both surprised and curious, "You're gonna fuck her?"

You stood up quickly, your skirt falling against your skin with the change of gravity. "What are you doing to San?" You demanded. Suddenly the severity of being kidnapped by aliens was starting to dawn upon you.

"We have observed that human males tend to get territorial with their mates. It's better if we restrain him while I…" Seonghwa licked his lips, "...how did you put it? Fuck her pussy full of my cum?"

You whimpered. You knew Seonghwa didn't know how dirty those words were, but that somehow made their effect more lethal. "San, look what you started!"

San was completely immobile now, only his pecs and shoulders peeking beneath the ropes. "I'm sorry I like watching other men fuck you?" He mockingly apologized, making you scoff.

Seonghwa cocked his head, stepping towards you. "Do you not wish to volunteer? We can find another suitable unmated female--"

"No," You cut him off rather firmly. You cleared your throat when San began to snicker in amusement. "I mean, it would be more efficient to use me, wouldn't it? You won't have to waste the time to explain it to another."

That sharp foreign language punctuated the air again. Seonghwa sneered a bit but quickly smoothed his features. "The others will join us now."

"Others?" You squeaked, twisting your fingers together in anxiety, "More are coming to watch?"

San started to cackle, throwing his head back. "Oh, this is getting better."

A hole opened up above and a disc descended with two individuals on it. They were shorter in stature than Seonghwa but not by much. They also simply appeared as two human males; both had faces that you couldn't read.

"I thought only Hongjoong was coming to replace me?" Seonghwa said in a tone that seemed to you like he was not impressed there were two of them.

"Wooyoung insisted," Hongjoong corrected Seonghwa. "He wants to try after you."

You began to stutter and moved closer to Seonghwa. "Seonghwa?"

Hongjoong laughed dryly. "The female is amusing in thinking that you would save her from such a fate."

Seonghwa’s arm, nonetheless, curled around your waist. He tilted his head at you. "Why do you search for solace in my arms? Is it because I chose you to mate with? Was it my tongue inside of you? Is that the appeal of this animalistic urge you humans endure for offspring?" Seonghwa pulled you closer. "Do you seek protection from other males penetrating you?"

You cleared your throat again. "Actually, I was wondering if you would allow it."

Seonghwa blinked at you profusely and then Wooyoung and Hongjoong broke out into laughter. "She wishes for more cocks. Clearly the more diverse DNA she absorbs, the better her child will become."

San was snickering again and you sent him a scathing look. "San!"

Wooyoung strode over to your restrained boyfriend. "You no longer struggle. Is it because Seonghwa licked your cock? Do you feel a sense of connection with him?" Wooyoung turned back towards Seonghwa. "Was that another part of the breeding process? Perhaps another must respect the cock that penetrated previously."

San coughed and blushed and stared high, high up to the ceiling. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Seonghwa’s fingers tightened on your body. "I am next. I have observed and now I will attempt to replicate."

His robe dropped to his feet and you let out a low moan. His body was more slender and flatter than San's but your fingers smoothed over his chest in appreciation nonetheless. "I should remove my clothes as well."

Seonghwa’s eyes were hooded and his cock bounced angrily against his abdomen. "Is it the proper way to do so?"

"Me and San just fuck with clothes on because it feels more forbidden," You admitted quietly.

Seonghwa kept his voice to the same level yours was. "This is quite forbidden."

"You should speak louder," Hongjoong interrupted. "If you're going to replicate, we need to hear everything for our turns."

You swallowed and found there was no moisture in your mouth. "How…how many are there of you?"

"Six of us,” Hongjoong reported, “It is not known how many of us should learn. In case it is decided that without enough data, we cannot make a concise choice, so the more data we all gather, the better."

"Surely the more data the better," San said in a slight squeal, trying to sound serious like the aliens but beyond excited. Was it going to be a gang bang? San knew you had always secretly wanted that experience, although you were plenty happy just fucking San.

"Precisely, human," Hongjoong smiled dangerously.

"I shall begin!" Seonghwa announced. 

His hands cupped your face and he brought his lips to yours. You held perfectly still as they danced along yours with such feather light touches that you whined and pushed up on your tippy toes. You wrapped your arms around Seonghwa’s neck and slanted your lips over his. His eyes widened in surprise before he closed them and let your tongue take over in dominance. You whimpered when he melted under your touch. You suddenly wanted Seonghwa everywhere at once.

"You don't have to prep me, like San did," You whispered against Seonghwa's lips, your foreheads pressed together, "His cum will work fine."

San moaned in his spot. "Fuck, that's hot," he said as he bit rather harshly on his lower lip.

Seonghwa turned you around easily. "Then shall you bend over for me?" He asked.

You shook your head and turned around back to face him. "We can try a different position."

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed. "You use more than one position?"

That's when San started to struggle in his restraints once again. "Let me out! I won't be bad, I'll just help!"

Wooyoung bounced on the balls of his feet, looking ecstatic that the show was about to begin. "He's not entered her yet. Let's be safe and keep you confined."

"I love having my dick squeezed but this is not the interpretation I prefer," San grumbled in an adorable pout.

Hongjoong snapped his fingers and suddenly San yelped and panted. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Mingi thinks it's a good idea to acquire pure, unmixed cum from the male," Hongjoong supplied to the room.

"Who---hhhnnnnn--okay that--wow!" San was a whimpering mess and you knew that noise. 

"San, are the ropes pleasuring you?" You demanded.

"Your mate will be fine, human," Seonghwa insisted, drawing your attention back to him. "What do we do next?"

"Well, I guess--" You managed to pull your eyes away from your boyfriend whose features were contorted in pleasure. "I'll need to wrap my legs around your waist--!"

Seonghwa placed his hands under your ass and leveled your lower half with his cock. "Like this?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Wait," Hongjoong commanded, stepping closer. "I wish to observe you penetrating the female."

"Female or human is kinda clinical to refer to me as, don't you think?" You whined pathetically.

"The male called you Babe?" Seonghwa tilted his head cutely.

You shook your head. "That's what San addresses me as. I want something different for you. Please?"

Seonghwa looked at a loss for words, face truthfully unsure. "What do I do?"

"Interesting. The female seems to want a further connection with you, Seonghwa," Hongjoong observed out loud.

"Mingi, adjust the bindings," Wooyoung said from his spot beside San still. "Let's see his breeding in action. We can collect more data with him outside of the pussy."

San choked again. The ropes adjusted until they revealed the ropes convulsing around San's very happy cock. "Fuck, I thought you were the only one that was going to have fun after this," San said, clearly directing his words towards you.

Hongjoong abandoned his post near Seonghwa and walked towards Wooyoung and San. "Figure it out, Seonghwa. I will begin the ritual by licking the male's cock and then yours."

"What?!" San and Seonghwa exclaimed at the same time. 

"But I thought I was going next!" Wooyoung protested.

"Is there something you adore in your world?" You asked gently.

"There is a moon that orbits our planet. It is the most beautiful pink color I have ever had the pleasure of viewing," Seonghwa responded solemnly.

You pressed your lips inwards. "Will you call me your moon, then?"

"My moon," Seonghwa tried out the words carefully.

You smiled at the cute moment before giggling as San cursed loudly, which is usually what he did when he got his dick sucked. Hongjoong walked back to your side with a thoughtful expression. "He tastes interesting." Hongjoong locked eyes with Seonghwa, "Will you taste differently?"

Seonghwa let out a garbled gasp as Hongjoong gripped Seonghwa’s cock between the two of you and licked the head daintily. "Different but not in a bad way," Hongjoong observed. When Seonghwa simply stared at him in shock, Hongjoong directed Seonghwa with a jerk of his chin, "Focus, Seonghwa, you have to fuck the female!"

"My Moon," Seognhwa tried out the nickname again, "I'll use San's cum as lubricant and fuck you?"

You nodded eagerly and it all started up again. Seonghwa slid into you, with no restrictions. The look of pure enrapture on Seonghwa’s face made you realize, somewhat belatedly, that this was Seonghwa’s first time. He came at it with such an analytical mind that it made you forget he had never had sex before.

"I have discovered why humans copulate in such a way," Seonghwa said with reverence. "This pussy is so good."

Hongjoong stared up at Seonghwa, eyes studying the taller alien's faces. "Explain."

"The warmth and the wetness give unfathomable pleasure and comfort." Seonghwa's hands tightened on your ass and then began to move you up and down on his dick, like you were his own personal fleshlight. The moan he let out, the way his eyebrows furrowed like he was in pain, Seonghwa was pussy drunk on his first pussy.

"I told you there is no greater pleasure than fucking that pussy," San spoke up.

"Speed it up, Mingi," Wooyoung commanded, "He’s close."

"I don't think--!" San's back bowed as the ropes contracted and released around his dick. He was a babbling mess at that point and Wooyoung was quite interested in the whole display. 

Hongjoong gripped Seonghwa’s jaw and turned his head. "Your mind is unraveling, what is wrong with you?"

Seonghwa shook his head and fucked you enthusiastically. The way he was hitting the end of you was making you feel some type of way as well. "You must experience it! That is the only explanation."

Hongjoong stepped back and was about to remove his robe. Seonghwa snarled almost animalistically towards Hongjoong, like he was snapping his jaws at Hongjoong to stay away from his meat. “You will not interrupt me until I am done.”

Hongjoong smiled pleasantly. “Seems like it is not just the human males that become territorial. Theory confirmed.”

Seonghwa appeared stuck between the pleasure he was experiencing and his role as researcher for data. His head swung towards San’s direction. "How do you STOP fucking this pussy? How do you not procreate all the time?"

San laughed and sighed at the same time. "My point exactly. I tell her all the time that it’s a crime we don’t just stay in bed all day and fuck."

Seonghwa sent you a wounded look. "How dare you deny him this?"

You laughed in amazement. “I guess males are all the same, regardless of the planet they are born on.”

Seonghwa grew serious. “I will complete my research now.”

Hongjoong clucked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “You’re starting to sound human. Be more patient! I would have you observe how you’re feeling more.”

Seonghwa shook his head, looking almost nervous. “I don’t believe I have a choice.”

You couldn't help but smile in pride. “Are you going to come so quickly, Seonghwa? Are you that pussy drunk that you can’t help but come inside of me just like that? I didn’t know it would be so fun to fuck a virgin.”

San’s cries began to crescendo and you watched, along with Wooyoung, as San tossed his head back and spurted across the room. His noises were like music to your ear, only making you even wetter, impaled on Seonghwa’s dick. San panted as he came down from his high but still he was not released. “Can I take these rope things home with me when you release us?”

Hongjoong scolded him, “Wooyoung, you were supposed to collect his cum! This is not a leisurely pursuit!”

You clenched down on Seonghwa and he let out a choked gasp at the feeling. “Please, do not do that! I am already close.”

You decided to play into your devious tendencies. Teasing Seonghwa was almost too much fun. “Come for me, Hwa. Fill me up with your cum. I want to be the first one to receive your cum. I want to be the first one to watch your pleasure written over your face. Come for me, Hwa.”

“Hwa?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed as if he was feeling intense pain, “Th--” He made the most wonderful moan as he came for the first time. His features were etched in bliss and your eyes captured it all. 

You bit down on your lip. You thought that you couldn't get any wetter yourself, but regardless of all the cum that was filling you up right now, you quickly knew you were going to get addicted to seeing these aliens come for the first time within you. 

“And?” Hongjoong prompted, not even giving Seonghwa a moment to breath.

Seonghwa ignored him and instead focused on you. “Is it customary to shorten your partners name when speaking to them during the fucking process?”

You felt your heart flop a bit. Who knew Seonghwa could be so cute? “It just felt natural. Did you like it?”

“It--” Seonghwa cleared the potential whine from his throat, “It urged me to come.”

You smiled happily. “Good.”

“Good?” Seonghwa frowned in confusion. 

Hongjoong began to huff at being ignored. “This was an utter failure. Seonghwa you can remove yourself from the female. Wooyoung, you will send down Mingi to observe, you’ve been useless.”

Seonghwa pulled out of you and it was your turn to be confused. Green, shimmering, viscous liquid pooled out of you, mixed with San’s pure white cum. “Oh,” was all that Seonghwa could say.

Hongjoong’s eyes were on your cunt, watching everything. “Our cum is a different color than the humans. Interesting. Mingi, make sure that’s recorded. We will extract Seonghwa’s sample another day.”

“I will be back,” Seonghwa whispered to you before carefully settling down on your feet. Even as he picked up his robe and put it back on and walked towards the disc that would take him upwards, he still sent lingering looks back to you. Had the alien formed a bond with you since you were his first?

“What about me?” San pouted. He did tend to get clingy after a climax.

Hongjoong’s eyes moved up and down San’s restrained body, San’s soft cock still out of his confines. “Two climaxes should have subdued you.”

Wooyoung snickered and drew Hongjoong’s attention. “I told you to leave,” Hongjoong commanded.

Wooyoung kicked at nothing, sulking immediately. “I’m going after you!” he shouted rebelliously as he walked to the disc to join Seonghwa.

“You’re going to be as useless as Seonghwa, I can already tell,” Hongjoong muttered under his breath.

You held up a hand as Hongjoong made to disrobe. “I need a break. Please. Water and food would be appreciated.”

Hongjoong pulled back up his robe and you were almost sorry you said something. Hongjoong almost had as nice of a chest as San. “Very well. You should gather your energy and then we will come back. I will find out if there is no greater pleasure than fucking your pussy.”

Somehow the sentence coming out of Hongjoong’s mouth felt more like a threat than a promise, but it made you even wetter. New kink unlocked

ღChapter 1~ Abduction | Mini Masterlist | Chapter 3~ Experiment

Tag list: @hijirikaww @flowerboykun @kitten4sannie @starillusion13 @flurrys-creativity @stardragongalaxy @a-soft-hornytiny @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass

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[nebulousbrainsoup]

Always, For You.

SUMMARY: For ages, you have taken care of the Crown Prince, helped him escape his worries and the stresses of soon bearing the throne. Tonight, he wants to take care of you. PAIRING: prince!seonghwa x fem!reader GENRE: smut, lil bit of fluff AU/TROPE: royal au, secret lovers/forbidden love WORD COUNT: 2.5k RATING: 18+ TAGS/WARNINGS: pet names (my love, darling, my prince), idiots in love, it's really emotional (but in a good way), not beta'd, probably questionable editing A/N: for @hwaightme || bai, my love, my soulmate, the seong to my joong and one of the kindest people i have ever had the pleasure of knowing; happiest of birthdays to you. thank you for the joy you bring into the lives of others. thank you for being the sweet soul you are. and thank you, eternally, for indulging and encouraging my chaos and bullshit at every possible turn and for going very rapidly from "admired favorite author" to "chaos mutual" to "dear friend". this blog would not be what it is without you, and i cannot thank you enough. much love, and happy birthday <3 smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

SMUT TAGS/WARNINGS: momentary dom/sub tones, they're both switches, oral (fem recieving), seonghwa's tongue, pet names (good boy, my prince), no protection (don't do it)

The chill of the approaching winter permeated the air around you, piercing through the thin material of your night dress. Your cheeks surely had a rosy, wind-kissed tint to them, and you could feel the skin of your lower lip chapping as you gnawed at it. The minutes were dragging on like hours as you waited, ever patient, for your lover to emerge from the darkness of the palace gardens. He was not infrequently late; being the prince, he had many responsibilities to take care of before seeing you—but rarely had the sky been dark for so long before his arrival. A shiver coursed through you and you brought your numbing fingers to your lips, breathing warmth back into them.

Your time together was precious and so very limited. You would wait. He had never betrayed your trust before, and he would not do so tonight.

After what may have been hours, quick, light footsteps approached your perch on the same bench you perched on every week, unmistakable as anyone other than the man you awaited. He looked flustered already when he turned the corner, cheeks flushed pink from the brisk night, and he sighed in relief when his gaze fell upon you. You smiled, less warmth and more mischief behind yours, as your mind ran wild at the sight of him.

He was in front of you in two long strides, bowing to press his lips to your knuckles as you rose to your feet. His cloak wound its way around your shoulders, an apology in his sweet brown eyes as he took you in.

“Y/N,” he sighed, breathless, “you waited.”

“Seonghwa,” you smiled, reaching up with your free hand to close the cloak around your shoulders, “you came.”

It was a silly ritual, really, one you would deny if another ever discovered it. You had long since stopped scolding the prince for his whispered apologies at his frequent tardiness, settling instead on a compromise. His greeting, an apology, and yours, a soft abatement of his nerves. You would wait until the end of time for your prince charming.

“You’re near-frozen,” he hummed, clasping your hand between both of his to warm it.

“I’m alright,” you replied, smiling warmly as those wide eyes begged once more for the forgiveness you readily offered. “You made it, my love, that is what matters.”

He beamed, the stars dancing in his eyes as he straightened up. “I have somewhere warm for us tonight, if you would allow me the honor of your company.”

Ever the gentleman, Seonghwa released your hand, offering instead his arm. “The honor would be all mine, Your Highness.” You looped your arm through his, giggling to yourself as his ears turned pink. 

You would go anywhere he desired of you.

The one-room cottage you found yourself in was quaint and cozy, a small fire already burning in the hearth when your lover opened the door for you. Grinning once more, you curtsied before you stepped over the threshold, sighing as the warmth in the cottage sank into your bones. Something undefinable tugged at your heart as your eyes roamed the space, noting the small bed pushed into a corner, the lingering scent of dust in the air and—as the centerpiece of Seonghwa’s evening work—-a cozy-looking nest of pillows, cushions and blankets nestled squarely in front of the fire. Huffing out a happy, breathless laugh, you turned back to find him observing you, a coy smile on his face. 

“How did you manage this?”

“I nearly didn’t,” he admitted, stepping properly into the space and admiring his handiwork. “Autumn has been shorter than I anticipated. It was my intention to have this place for us before the first freeze, but I’m afraid I didn’t quite reach that goal.” 

His eyes had drifted to the floor as he turned back to you. Quietly, you closed the space, cupping his jaw to guide his eyes back to your own. “It’s perfect, Hwa. Thank you.” 

The smile that spread across his face warmed you more than the crackling fire. “Anything for you, dearest.”

His eyes darted to your lips as he spoke, and you smiled, once again rolling the bottom one between your teeth. You could feel the way his pulse ticked up under your fingers, and warmth spread through your body. It was a beautiful thing, to be so wanted.

“Anything?” you breathed, barely audible. Still, he nodded. “Then make love to me, my prince.”

He needed no more direction, sealing his lips over your own and pulling you flush against him. A pleased hum passed between your lips at his blatant need, his grip on your waist firm. You sighed into the kiss, arms draping over his shoulders and fingers carding into his hair. With one soft tug, he was melting in your arms, a breathy groan leaving him as you guided him away from you and gestured to the nest he had made.

“Take your boots off and kneel, darling,” you directed, a warm smile still etched onto your features.

Seonghwa was enamored with you, his doe eyes shining as he nodded eagerly and rushed to follow your instructions. Your heart fluttered once again as you watched him obey, slipping your own shoes off and slowly making your way to the fireplace to carefully hang his cloak next to it. When you turned back to him, he was watching you with a steady, half-lidded gaze, hands obediently splayed on his thighs.

You beamed, stepping into the ring of coziness and kneeling in front of him, catching his chin to pull him in for another brief kiss. “There’s my good boy.”

You both heard and felt his breath catch, as he preened at the praise, leaning into your touch. “Always for you, all for you,” he hummed, eyes flickering over your face.

You observed him carefully for a moment, eyes narrowing as his gaze remained sharp, reading you as you were reading him. Many nights, all it took was a single direction and a bit of praise and you had the prince eating out of the palm of your hand. Tonight, though, you could see something different in his gaze—something curious and questioning.

“You’re thinking again,” you murmured, fingers tracing back up his jaw to card into his hair. “This is meant to stop that.”

“It’s not bad, this time,” he hummed, hands leaving his thighs to ghost up your sides. You barely held back a pleasant shiver, raising an eyebrow at both his statement and his bold move. “Let me take care of you tonight,” he muttered, gaze meeting yours once more, “Let me do for you what you do for me.” He shifted from his position, kneeling up to loom over you, and you felt your stomach flip. “Let me worship every inch of your body and treat you tonight like the queen I will one day make you.”

All of your usual bravado was gone, the persona you had so carefully built for your encounters with Seonghwa ripped to shreds with a few pretty words. You heaved a shaky, breathless sigh and nodded. “Yes.”

His lips met yours once more the instant the word left your mouth, hands wrapping firmly around your torso. You pressed yourself against him until every possible inch of your body was flush with his own, grip firm in his hair and on his shoulder. Slowly, gently, he shifted, laying you back into the bed he had made for you as though you would shatter. His hands roamed over you, his touch feather-light as he explored your body. For the first time in your memory with Seonghwa, you were the first to break the kiss. You parted from him with a gasp and a heady whine, grip tightening against his scalp as he took the opportunity to trail kisses down your neck. As his lips worked lower, his hands slipped higher, sneaking under the thin cotton of your night dress to slide up your thighs. You sighed, pleased, and felt him moan against your collar bone as he found your ass bare. His eyes flickered up to your own, pleading with you, and you grinned. Perhaps tonight would not be so different, after all.

You had a special, particular relationship with the Crown Prince. Never in your memory had he taken control of you in any aspect; you were always the one to take care of him. His daily duties weighed upon him heavily; any courtesan or servant with a working set of eyes and a brain could see that. One passing comment about helping His Highness get out of his head and he had begun sending you missives, calling for you to meet him in the gardens after sundown. You could remember the first night you spent with him as though it were yesterday, little more than a conversation and a chaste kiss shared between the two of you. Oh, how beautifully had he blossomed.

Now, there was no rosy coloring to the tips of his ears as he lifted you from the makeshift mattress and tugged your night dress over your head, dropping it carelessly to the side. Now, the eyes that once looked at you with trepidation and abashment burned into you hungrily as his lips reattached to your skin at the earliest opportunity. You whined in protest as you were left bare to him, an unfamiliar sound that had him halting in his tracks for only a moment before his mind registered your shaking hands, tugging frantically at the buttons on his uniform coat. He chuckled quietly, sitting back on his heels to do the work for you.

“I never thought you would let me have you like this,” he admitted, a sheepish smile gracing his delicate features. “Thank you.”

His pause was long enough for you to take a deep breath and gather yourself just enough to smirk at him, the hand still on him tracing lower to press against his arousal. “I know you’ll make it worth my while, won’t you, my prince?”

Your words seemed to douse the flames behind his eyes in kerosene, his jaw tensing as he stripped his upper half with more urgency. “I will make tonight worth every minute you have ever waited for me.” 

Within seconds, his coat had been stripped away and his undershirt quickly followed, each finding their way to the floor. He dropped just as rapidly to settle his face between your thighs, pupils lust-blown as he glanced up at you. For the first time since you had begun this relationship, he asked for no permission before pressing his tongue against your core and lapping a fat stripe up it. The moan that ripped from your throat at the combined sensation and unfamiliar position had him humming happily against you, eyes slipping shut in bliss as he began to work you over. Seonghwa could die happily between your thighs, he thought. There was something intoxicating about your scent, your taste, and each time he found himself in this position, it took every bit of his willpower not to stay there the whole night. 

Tonight, though, he could do just that.

His moans buzzed through you pleasantly and your hands once again anchored themselves in his hair, grounding you against the onslaught of pleasure as that devilishly talented tongue of his fucked into you. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his lips and chin as he lapped and sucked at your clit, interspersing the intense waves of pleasure with the kinder, gentler sensation of dipping into your entrance. You sighed and squirmed under his attention, fingers tugging gently at his scalp in encouragement. He was practically purring as he drank you in eagerly, lust-drunk gaze locked onto your expression while your legs closed tighter around his head. Within mere minutes, you were falling over the peak of your orgasm, grip vice-like in Seonghwa’s hair as you held him still—though, if his moans were any indication, he wouldn’t move if he could.

That sinful, skilled tongue laved at you until you were a whimpering mess, palm pressing against his forehead to nudge him away as overstimulation began to take hold. He gasped for breath as he relented, turning his head to press a soft kiss to the inside of each of your thighs. Your chest heaved as your eyes blinked open, a fresh wave of arousal making you shudder at the dark, hungry gaze fixed on you.

“I could die happily between your legs,” he muttered, voice hoarse and laden with arousal.

“Seonghwa,” you sighed, reaching forward to drag him into a messy kiss. The taste of your arousal lingered on his tongue, now sliding between your lips the same way it had parted your folds. Gripping his hair tighter, you reluctantly dragged him back, taking a shaky breath to steady yourself. “I need you.” 

Your plea came out breathless, saturated in need and, when paired with your nails dragging over the front of his pants, it was impossible for your lover to misunderstand it. It was his turn to breathe a shaky exhale, gentle hands pressing you back into the now disheveled nest until he could rise to his knees. You watched him carefully, an appreciative half-smile stuck on your face as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He was beautiful in every situation, in every light, but tonight, with the dancing firelight bathing him in gold and casting twisting patterns over his skin, he was a work of art that should be immortalized in a gallery. 

The warmth of the fire when combined with his body heat was overwhelming in the best way, just the right side of suffocating to push all other thoughts from your mind. He captured your lips firmly as he once more caged you in, filling you perfectly as your hips met. Pleased sounds left your lips in unison when he began to move; strong, slow rolls of his hips that had you arching up into him. Little time passed before your kiss dissolved into nothing more than panting against each other’s mouths, and you fell back to the ground, content to lock your eyes instead of your lips. His intensity had you short of breath; this ethereal man, the Crown Prince, was looking down at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky. 

With a tight, high whine, your second high of the night crashed into you, fingers tightening in his hair again. Your shared gaze did not break as he quickly followed you over his own peak, his mouth dropping open and brows creasing in pleasure.

When you both came back down to earth, neither of you let the other go, bodies tired and satiated, the warmth of the fire lulling you both into a sleepy state. Your time together would be cut short soon, you knew, but you let yourself bask in peace for now. 

His whisper cut through the quiet like thunder, “One day, I will have you. My promises are not empty. I will move mountains to have you by my side. I will do anything, my love.”

You could hear the tension in his voice, the tears gathering at his water line. Shifting up, you pressed your lips to his to silence him. “Will you stay, then?”

He smiled, the dying flames beside you dancing in his eyes. “Always, for you.”

In the aftermath, wrapped soundly in his arms, you let yourself believe.

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[maximura]

Ateez Month: Wonderland 2019

[yuncheoligans]

Easy as Breathing

P.SH x Reader

W/C:1176

Genre: Fluff, Stay at Home, Date Night.

Summary: You finally can have a date night with your partner, what will you get up to? He is the love of your life after all. Don't forget some shenanigans with a kitten.

a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my best friends on the entire planet! @hwaightme I love you so so so much and I can't believe we've spent almost a year together on this rock! Thank you for always believing in me even when I couldn't and making every day a little brighter with your art and delulu, you mean the absolute world to me and I love our chaos crew! I love you so much! I can't wait for many more! Here's to you!!!! <3 <3 <3 (also thank you my love @pocketjoong for beta-reading <3)

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Dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing, he fell into you like a missing puzzle piece and wamed your heart like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. He was there in the time you were studying for your degree and you were there as he and his group traveled across your home, attending his performances was something you had always promised to do whenever you could. He made sure to be there when you had graduated and you made sure that you were at the show for his birthday.

You had moved in together some time ago as you could never be away from each other long enough to keep your own place. Your home was cozy and minimal, it had lego displays and Star Wars memorabilia, a sofa big enough fo every member and yourself in the living space with a tv made for watching movies. The coffee table adorned with “The Star Wars Archives” “Star Wars Art.” and “Cabinet of Natural Curriosities.” A turntable adorned a corner of the room with speakers. Art hung on the wall, some you created, some you both had purchased from art fairs. The color palette was cooler, soft blacks and whites, a few accents of emerald and a pop of gold. Seonghwa had liked it for the rich vibes it gave him. You both had worked hard to make it into a home, this was your home. You remind each other it could be a cardboard box and it’d feel like home if you were together.

After what felt like Seonghwa being gone forever you both had settled on a date night, and while all your outdoor plans had been rained out or cancelled due to the weather you could still make the most of it. Grabbing umbrellas and ponchos you head to the local department store to pick up a few things, a lego set, snacks, a book or two, a puzzle, and a movie to potentially watch later.

“Okay I’ll start organizing the pieces into categories.” you said sitting at the now cleared off coffee table lego box open.

“Okay I’ll see where we should start.” Seonghwa smiled at you.

Lego building always starts peaceful but about halfway through you both are arguing if that’s the correct piece or if it’s actually the piece you’re holding because it looks more like the picture that way, you decide to make hot chocolate to get away from him and cool off because after all it is a silly argument, Lego building is very serious in this household, just ask your cat…also named Lego. The sweetest little black kitten with the brightest roud boba eyes. Seonghwa as a cat as you describe to your friends.

After your adventures in lego building you decide to do something a little active to wake up so maybe a few rounds of Just Dance, or as Hwa suggested a Youtube tutorial on aerobics. Then of course neither of you could decide on reading or the puzzle so you decide to snuggle up on the sofa and he reads to you while you lean against him, adjusting his glasses when they start sliding off his face since his arms are too full of you to keep them on his nose. You journey back to the lego building but of course you become distracted when Lego begins chasing the light reflected off your phone onto the floor. Your giggles becoming his favorite sound on the planet.

As the date night came to a close you made his favorites for dinner, a proper feast even. He held you close as you cleaned the kitchen and began waltzing with you as if in one of those old time movies with the big poofy dresses and gloves, him in a three piece suit. In reality you’re both in glasses and pajamas laughing as you stumble around the kitchen and listen to him humming. Finally settling in for the night back on the couch watching Kiki’s Delivery Service.

“Maybe we should get Lego, a Jiji.” Seonghwa smiled down at you.

“You sure you can handle two cats and a girlfriend Hwa?” you smiled back slightly.

���Well I’d have you to help out now wouldn’t I.” he pinched you slightly. You yelpped out in surprise.

“Yah! Park Seonghwa!” you hit him with a pillow.

“What’s like without a little spontaneity” he smiled and held your arms above your head before crashing his lip down on yours.

Lego jumped up on the table and let out a mighty roar. A tiny baby meow that stopped you both in your tracks.

“Yes sir Lego?” Seonghwa looked at the kitten who has yelled at his father.

“I think he said ‘Stop attacking mom.’” you chuckled from under the love of your life.

“She did start it Lego.” Hwa chuckled and scooped the kitten into his arms.

“Okay maybe we do need another cat since I now have no cat and no cuddles Hwa.” you pout gently.

“Well then, my little witch needs her Jiji doesn’t she?” he smiled and passed Lego into your arms and held you both close. “See this works much better doesn’t it.”

“It does……..PARK SEONGHWA!” you practically launched the kitten across the sofa and turned to hit the man who once again has found it in his enjoyment to torture his poor significant other while the cuddle on the couch.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved you.” he smiled as he stared into your eyes like they held the stars in the sky. 

“You could stand to mention it more now that you’re here.” you stuc your tongue out at him.

“I love you very much darling. Very. Very. Much.” he emphasized each very with a kiss to your lips. 

“You’ve now distracted me through the whole movie.” you chuckle and push him up gently.

“Alright alright, I give.” he sat back up and let you get comfortable.

It wasn’t long before the warmth of the blanket mixed with you partner in crime, a soft movie, and full stomach from too many snacks and tea began to drift you off to sleep.

“I do love you very very much my darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of your head as you breathed peacefully without a care in the world.  Yes dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing.

Bonus:

You awoke the next morning, it still dark and damp from the non-stop rain of the night, the soft patter on the window, Seonghwa arrived with a coffee just how you like it and his laptop under his arm.

“Good Morning Darling.” he smiled softly as you sat up and took the coffee.

“Mmm Mornin’ ” you mumbled.

“I was browsing for our very own Jiji this morning while I was waiting for your coffee to finish, I think I found the perfect one. Sure she’s not a black cat like the movie but-”

“She’s perfect Hwa.” you looked at the photo of the mostly black cat with a sweet little white star patch over her chest.

[bewithyxn]

happy birthday to ateez's shining star, hwa! i love you so much and i hope you are resting and eating well. thank you for everything you do for ateez and atiny. we love you seonghwa!💖

[leenaur143]

[Hongjoong] Happy Birthday ✨

[stealthatsweater]

ateez at 1am

[nanichi0]

Happy Seonghwa day! 💗

[tinyidle]

happy birthday to my husband #2

it's technically the 3rd where he and i are, so im not late at all lol

[hanakotsugumi]

Happy birthday 😍💖

[sanjoongie]

The past will come back to haunt you

ღPairing: Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: enemies to lovers, Modern Wizardry School au ღWord Count: 4,732 ღWarnings: mentions of war, battles, mental warfare, fingering, oral (male receiving), public sex, nipple play, breeding kink (he never gives up okay) m and f orgasm, dom hwa/sub reader, cum eating ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with hella plot now ღSummary: in an attempt to juggle your new teacher life, your new love life, a jealous cook, and an old flame, you find yourself in serious trouble, up to your neck really, and Mingi still wants to shoot his shot too. If only you could go back to only having to deal with dreams... ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, @flurrys-creativity​ thank you for all beta-ing but also pushing me down this well farther. look what we've done ღPrevious Part| ღMini Masterlist | ღNext Part

You whimpered and Seonghwa chuckled softly into the shell of your ear. “What’s wrong, lover?”

You swallowed loudly. “Nothing is wrong, Seonghwa.”

“Then why the small noises of discontent?” He placed soft kisses down the side of your neck, with the aid of you craning your neck, of course.

“I don’t want to be here!” You said in frustration.

“Don’t want to be here?” He echoed you in a crooning voice. “A little late for that now, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa was right, of course. He was fingerfucking you in the back of your classroom, inside the small office connected to it. You were so goddamn wet that the noise of his fingers moving in and out of you was so loud that it was the reason you were whimpering in the first place. Why he made you feel the way you felt was beyond your capabilities of figuring out but it still frustrated you just as much. 

“I could stop, I suppose,” Seonghwa mused out loud.

“Don't you dare,” You hissed immediately and then internally winced. Needy much?

Seonghwa continued as if you hadn't said a thing. “But then again, I am having too much fun.”

Your sweater was pulled up to your chin, your bra also pulled up so that your breasts were bare to the moonlight. Every now and then Seonghwa tweaked your nipple so that you would cry out for him more. Your leg was propped up by the chair that normally your visiting students sat in. Everything was so debauched right now, how could you not be dripping, soaking wet?

“If only your students could see you now,” He spoke as he added a third finger to stretch your inner walls. “I hear you’re quite firm with them; that you’ll only accept a hundred percent from them. The grades are showing too, despite the added graffiti to the public washrooms. They call you the Taskmistress. But I’m seeing none of that right now.”

“Seonghwa,” You said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled again, male-sounding and amused. “Yes, lover?”

“Do you have to talk so much? Can’t you simply--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Seonghwa cupped your breast and was squeezing it gently and made you moan. “Come now, you and I both know that most of this is our back and forth. What fun would it be if I simply fucked you and I didn’t speak a word?”

“I--” You let out an unseemly cry as Seonghwa now worked his thumb into the mix, rubbing your clit in lazy circles as he continued to fuck you with three fingers that you now realized he had added. “Seonghwa,” You groaned from simply feeling so much pleasure from him.

“Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” Seonghwa teased, knowing full well how fucked out you were. “You were much louder and more vocal when we used my pain spell.”

Your hips began to roll with his thrusts, feeling your impending orgasm building. “Puh-please,” You whined.

“Please what, lover?” Seonghwa purred, a habit you were starting to resent because it usually meant he was about to get exactly what he wanted.

“Please, can I come?” You whined in frustration once again.

“What will you give me in return?” His thrusts into you slowed to bargain with you.

“Whatever you want!” You said, mind simply focused on your orgasm.

“Not sure you want to promise me that," Seonghwa warned you. “What if I said I wanted you to give me little, fat babies that could run around the campus?”

"Not this again!" You panted. "Seonghwa, we talked about this. Do you really want to have to replace another teacher?"

Seonghwa responded with no delay. "The students can have a free period. It'll be fine."

"No. I did not take this job with the intention of seducing the director and becoming his pregnant lover. I want to teach our students about dreams. I want it to be useful to them in ways that I never got to explore." And that was the utter truth.

"Fine." But he genuinely sounded disappointed by your flat refusal.

"So?" You whined again.

"Did you really doubt I'd start this without finishing it?" Seonghwa thrusted his fingers into you with a curl to his fingers that began to massage your g-spot.

"Hnnnnnnn!" You groaned, teeth firmly biting into your bottom lip. "I meant--! What else--fuck fuck fuck--do you want?"

As much as you knew Seonghwa enjoyed playing with your body like it was an instrument, he wasn't getting anything out of this clandestine meeting currently. 

"Hmmmm," Seonghwa contemplated the offer for real this time. "I should take advantage of your clouded brain to ask for something incredibly intimate."

"Seonghwa!" You whined.

"Take me in your mouth, lover. I only think that's fair, hmmm?" Seonghwa placed soft kisses on the back of your neck, sweaty or not. In between being completely lewd with you, he seemed to hint that he could be quite the thoughtful lover… if you let him, that was. And you were not inclined to allow that.

"Fine fine fine FINE! Just," You let out another whimper, rolling your hips desperately. "Wanna come!"

"My pleasure," He assured you.

He focused solely on fucking you with his fingers, hitting the soft spot inside of you again and again, until you had to bite down on your finger as you came. The scream that threatened to come from your mouth was too loud to be coming from your classroom so late at night. If someone came in to check on you, you would be beyond embarrassed. Not to mention, it would probably give Seonghwa just another reason to lift the veil and reveal to any one that was willing to listen, that he had you wrapped around his fingers--literally and figuratively.

You whined over and over as your climax lapped at your nerves, echoing and making you twitch still. Seonghwa always seemed to have this effect on you. Or at least what you had noticed during the past few times you had let this happen again.

You groaned as you let your leg down after Seonghwa pulled his fingers from within you. You turned around, kneeling on the floor, needing the rest but also preparing for what you were willing to give Seonghwa in return. It, unfortunately, gave you a perfect view of him sucking on each one of his fingers to clean your wetness from them. You watched as he seemed to take great relish in the notion, those dark eyes peering down on you as he did so.

"What did you mean by 'ways you never got to explore’?" Seonghwa adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually, as if your previous conversation had just occurred to him.

You rolled your eyes. “It was on my resume, Director,” You said smartly. “I was in the Intelligence Corps during the War.”

Seonghwa cocked his head curiously. “How is it that we never met?”

It wasn’t the first time he had referenced the civil war before. “Well, I was not involved in any of the physical or metaphysical fighting. Because of my penchant for dreaming, I worked covertly. I dove into the other side’s dreams and pulled imperative information for my side to use.”

Seonghwa hummed in acknowledgement. “I heard about you.”

“And would I have heard about you?” You asked, interest piqued. 

Seonghwa grinned and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I was a part of the metaphysical fighting. They sent me in to make a bloody mess of the battlefield. After each successful battle, I went back to collect a Corpse Crow feather. It was my trophy, of sorts."

"The Reaper?" You said in awe. 

You couldn't help it. You had heard of the stories of the man that could summon demons like they were his beloved pets. When the legend spread about how he was secretly Death's reaper, the White Magic Army grew more resolute to subdue the Black Magic Rebellion. It was only more proof that any black magic user was simply there to ruin the world.

Seonghwa’s fingers curled under the corner of your jaw to tip your head back to him. "I only fought for our rights. We deserved to be treated as equals."

"I know you get off me submitting to you," You whispered harshly. "Don't pretend otherwise. You seduced me to reduce me to this. A white magic user on her knees for a dark magic user she despised."

Seonghwa smirked. "Don't hate me so much now, hmmm?"

"I don't." You broke your gaze with him. "You're very gentle when you want to be."

"When you'll let me," Seonghwa corrected you softly.

"You're being ridiculous," You shook your head out of his grip. "Are we doing this or not? I have papers to finish grading, that you so rudely interrupted me from doing."

Today it was leather pants that you reached for. His long body was framed with a rather obnoxious red jacket. Seonghwa was the fanciful dresser, but then again, it seemed he relished it as the director. He said nothing as you impatiently yanked his pants down to his thighs to reveal his cock.

"It's going to get messy," Seonghwa warned you. His hand was on the top of your head now, almost cupping the back.

"Don't you like messy?" You grumbled.

"It's an adorable look on you, certainly," Seonghwa said, smiling crookedly.

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't get cute with me. It will do you no good."

"Right," Seonghwa gave a nod, sharp and quick, "You prefer me to be intimidating and arrogant."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm starting now."

"I'm ready for you, lover," Seonghwa purred.

You struggled, genuinely, to get all of Seonghwa inside of your mouth. He was that long. You should have realized it, all those times he had fucked you and hit the end of you, but it didn’t quite have the same effect as taking him in your mouth. After taking him as far into your mouth as you could, you released him with a lewd pop. “Yeah about that blow job…”

Seonghwa cocked his head, “Chickening out already?”

You sent a glare up at him. “Seonghwa.”

He hummed back at you in affirmation. “I'm listening."

"Just…" You breathed in and then out. "I'm letting you be gentle with me. Please."

Seonghwa became serious, his eyes searching yours. "Don't."

You blinked up at him. "What?" 

Back came his charming smile. "Nothing. I'll treat you good." Next, Seonghwa rubbed the head of his cock against your lips. "Treat me good too."

You opened your mouth and let him push in. You found yourself flattening your tongue and Seonghwa pulled out. The tip of your tongue ran along the underside of his head before he pushed in again. You slowly began to bob your head along his length. 

You focused on the moment, about to close your eyes when Seonghwa’s hand tightened, making your scalp tingle. "Don't you dare close your eyes, lover."

You let out a big breath through your nose and flashed your eyes upwards. "Oh, if looks could kill," Seonghwa chuckled.

You dropped your jaw and changed the angle. You pushed Seonghwa’s sensitive head crudely against the side of your cheek. He swallowed, clenching his jaw in response. 

"I wonder, will you be a good little White Magic User and spit? Or will you be my good little dream witch and swallow?"

You leaned back, circling your tongue around the head of his cock. When he tossed his head back, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the beauty of his neck, you brought your teeth gently down.

Seonghwa sucked in air as a hiss. His lips curled on one side. "Oh, does the little white magic user have teeth?"

You took him swiftly back into your mouth, barely battling down your gag reflex, but managing to get him down your throat. Seonghwa moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, bracing a hand at the base of his shaft, and taking him as deeply and as quickly as you could. Seonghwa’s moans turned into a crescendo of airy cries until he literally shot his seed down your throat.

"Fuck," Seonghwa swore, his plump lips releasing from his teeth. 

You released him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Guess that makes me--" 

You made a face and Seonghwa laughed, albeit tiredly. "Mine? No, I'm not sure that applies to you."

You stood up and pulled all your clothes back in place. "I suppose you should go then."

"Professor," Seonghwa winked at you and left in a cloud of his scent.

You fell more than sat into your chair, combing your hand through your hair. What the hell were you doing?

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"I'm going to teach you how to crush up valerian root properly, so that you may induce yourself into a dreamlike state," You said, smiling brightly.

One of your students raised their hand. "Can't we just spell ourselves asleep?"

"You could. But if you spelled yourself asleep, how are you going to spell yourself out of it… if you're asleep?" You raised an eyebrow at them.

The student looked sheepish and you patted their shoulder. "So we go for a more natural remedy and that way we can estimate how long we'll be under and when we'll be able to wake up."

You pulled out a mortar and pedestal and carefully explained how much root for how many hours. The technique for grinding was tedious but any chunks would mess up the estimate of how many hours you'd be sleeping. 

A small white rabbit with terrifying pink eyes hopped onto your desk, scaring you. "You may inform your students that classes are done for the day."

You frowned at the talking animal until you realized it was a demon Seonghwa had summoned to deliver a message. "I want you to all be prepared to be grinding these roots tomorrow and if I see any chunks then you're going to be sleeping through the weekend, understood?" You announced crisply.

"Yes Mistress Dreams," Your class intoned and then it was like a zoo for them to get out.

The bunny remained, however. "Can I help you?" 

"You're dismissed as well." The bunny twitched its nose and then it was gone.

"Damn arrogant black magic users," You cursed under your breath. You exited your classroom promptly.

"Professor!" Mingi caught up with you quickly, as was his right with his long legs.

"Does he do this a lot?" You wondered.

"Dismiss class all of a sudden?" Mingi thought about it for a moment, "Yeah. But I don't think he does it for the students."

"Oh, certainly not--" You had to bite your tongue. Maybe you shouldn't make scathing comments about the director of the school to another professor. You changed the direction of your sentence, "Why does he do it?"

Mingi rubbed his fingers together, a nervous tick, you had gathered during your first few weeks here. Oddly enough, the soot on his fingers never smeared. "Dunno. He's very hush hush about it. Everything resumes the same the next day. Maybe a dry announcement that love spells are forbidden before All Hallows Eve and it's better if you simply don't get caught doing it."

You let out a noise of disbelief. "Of course. Because the higher evil is getting caught, not doing the love spell itself."

Mingi screwed up his face in concentration, "Not sure I've ever been caught in a love spell. Once, there was this animal whisperer who--"

"Mingi," You stopped his far-fetched story before it got out of hand. "It's a rare day off. I plan on finding a good book to read and enjoying the last of the fall sunshine."

Mingi smiled pleasantly. "That sounds nice. Perhaps--"

"Nope," You cut him off, "Don't even think about it. I do not want to get involved with the faculty." Which was true. You had made that mistake once and you didn't really want to think about what Seonghwa might do if he caught you with another professor.

Mingi shrugged his shoulders, unfazed. "I've got a bottle of Gin that was said to be made by the wee folk if you're ever interested."

You couldn't help but be a little charmed by his confidence never wavering. “Heard, Professor Elements.”

Mingi made a face, “Please, call me Mingi.”

You laughed, waving a hand and taking a separate path to town. You did have a lovely afternoon in the library. The town had a small one albeit stuffed with interesting books that you had never picked up in the big city. You found a café to snack and read until the owner quietly pushed you out, insisting you get some real food from Wooyoung’s pub.

It was an utter surprise for you to come face to face with your old captain. “Hongjoong?”

“Lieutenant,” Hongjoong smiled widely, “To what do I owe this honor of your presence?”

“I work at the school,” You maintained your frown, “The real question is what are you doing here?”

Hongjoong shrugged, “Here? I’m getting dinner.”

“Hongjoong,” You scolded him, “We aren’t in the war anymore, you don’t have to dance around with your words.”

Hongjoong giggled and you followed him into the dining room. “Old habits die hard.”

Hongjoong sat down, a wide stance but he also happened to choose the same table Seonghwa had when you first dined here. Old habits die hard indeed. Two men that were used to guarding their own backs. 

“Will you sit with me?” Hongjoong wondered, his eyes shining up at you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Joong.” You winced at the shortening of his name. You didn’t think that sort of intimacy was called for anymore.

“Please,” Hongjoong motioned for you to take the chair across from him, “You know I don’t beg for much.”

You took the seat, albeit reluctantly. “You don’t need to. What station do you have now within the army? Lieutenant Colonel?”

“General, actually,” Hongjoong corrected you, ducking his head slightly in humbleness.

“Congratulations,” You said cordially.

Wooyoung came up to your table but he wasn’t the flirty, happy man you had known only a few weeks ago. “Mistress Dreams,” Wooyoung said to you bluntly, “What would you like for you and your guest?” Except Wooyoung made ‘guest’ sound like it was a derogatory term.

“Whatever you feel like making this evening, Woo,” You said gently. Looks like he wasn’t too impressed with your stint with Seonghwa.

Hongjoong followed Wooyoung with dark eyes. “Always a heartbreaker, Lieutenant.”

You clucked your tongue at him. “That was a long time ago, Hongjoong.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Hongjoong looked directly in the eyes. 

“Well it was,” You insisted, “Better to leave it in the past.”

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” A cool tone drawled from behind you.

You whipped around in your seat to find Seonghwa with a not-so-pleasant smile on his face. "Ah, Seonghwa, I'd like you to meet Hongjoong, my--"

The tension between the two men could cut like a knife.

"What am I missing here?" You wondered.

"My scar? The one you never asked about? He gave it to me."

You stared at Hongjoong. "You met the Reaper in battle?"

Hongjoong ignored your question. "How did you see his scar?"

You looked down at the table immediately. "That's none of your business."

"What a world we live in," Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "Where Black Magic users and White Magic users fu--"

"Sir, there is a lady present." Seonghwa smacked a hand down on the table rather loudly. "Do not insult her."

Hongjoong cocked his head, tongue caught between his teeth and you knew you were done for. Hongjoong was very petty and vindictive, in his own way. "Did she tell you she was mine before she was yours?"

Seonghwa didn't get jealous, however. "How stupid of you to lose her then."

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed down at the director. "I didn't lose her."

"Hongjoong," You scolded him, "Seonghwa, enough of this. Like two horses, you two, stamping and snorting at each other."

Seonghwa bowed his head. "I'll let you finish your dinner."

You let out a great sigh, rubbing your temples. “Need I remind you that the war is over?” You turned to Hongjoong, “If I can work for him then you can endure a dinner with him.”

Hongjoong nodded curtly and Seonghwa took a seat. “Won’t this be fun,” Seonghwa muttered.

“You’ve settled in well?” Hongjoong queried inquisitively.

You nodded, sipping the fruity drink Wooyoung had made for you. “Everyone has been very welcoming.”

“I bet,” Hongjoong said, eyes sliding back towards Seonghwa.

Seonghwa grinned devilishly. “If I had it my way, she’d be plump with peace babies as we speak.”

You choke on your beverage, spraying the table and yourself. Good thing there wasn’t any food yet. Seonghwa offered you a handkerchief and you snatched it from his hands rather rudely. Damn men and their egos needing to be stroked.

Hongjoong’s eyes were glittering brightly with malice. “Some things never change, I suppose.”

“Alright,” You said in a hoarse voice from choking, “My sex life, past or present, is not a dinner subject. Got it?”

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair. “Understood.”

“You never did tell me why you are here, Joong?” You changed the subject. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at the familiar shortening of your captain’s name.

“Oh, Seonghwa is used to me skulking about. I’m his unofficial supervisor. Everyone in the school board is terrified of him, so they send me to make sure he’s not using the school as a sacrificial lamb for a S-class summoning so he can take over the world,” Hongjoong said with a delighted grin.

“I’m too busy dealing with stupid student antics. I hardly can find the time to summon S-class demons to take over the world,” Seonghwa retorted, rearranging the cutlery in front of him.

“Wooyoung, what’s taking you so long?” You shouted, rethinking your life choices.

“I now have three perfect dinners to prepare!” Wooyoung yelled back from the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of crashing and banging and shouting, Wooyoung brought out three dishes. Seonghwa’s salmon still had its head attached, Hongjoong had a vegetarian dish and yours was burnt chicken souvlaki. 

"Wooyoung!" You frowned hard, "What's this?"

Wooyoung almost sneered. "It's what you're getting."

Seonghwa laughed but it was arrogant and not nice. "He cooks with his emotions. These are his emotions."

Your eyes shot up to Wooyoung. He won't look you in the eye. You feel guilty even though you're not sure you should. "Oh," was all you could manage.

Hongjoong scoffed under his breath when Wooyoung shot back to the kitchen. "I love visiting this town."

You turned towards Seonghwa. "Should we go?"

"Quite," Seonghwa drawled. He stood up, pulling the lapels to straighten his velvet jacket. He offered his arm to you.

Hongjoong rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Maybe I should get some rest. It's been a long day."

"We'll see you at school tomorrow," Seonghwa nodded curtly.

You were about to take Seonghwa’s arm when Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your wrist. "Lieutenant?" 

"Hongjoong…" You really didn't know what to say to him.

He smiled, tightly, "I'm sorry. Old habits truly die hard."

You felt your heart softening. "I'll see you tomorrow, Joong."

“What’s tomorrow?” You wondered after you were walking down the softly lit road back towards the Academy.

“Hongjoong has an announcement to make to the students,” Seonghwa revealed yet revealing nothing.

“Oooookaaayyyy,” You drew out, knowing Seonghwa wasn’t going to say another thing. You fumbled around until you pulled his handkerchief out of your pocket. “I should give this back to you.”

Seonghwa hummed, taking it and putting it in his vest pocket. “Are you going to tell me about him?” He said after a moment of silence. 

You sighed heavily. You knew Seonghwa was going to ask about Hongjoong even though he had no right to do so. Seonghwa side-eyed you from beside you. “I’ll tell you about the scar he gave me if you do.”

“Is this what we’re doing now?” You laughed, “Exchanging war stories?”

Seonghwa remained silent. He certainly wasn’t going to beg for it. It would be an equal opportunity exchange. If you wanted to know about his scars then you had to tell him about you and Hongjoong. It was up to you. He always left it up to you.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about your scars, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa pursed his lips, his only hint to frustration. “Indulge me.”

“When I got conscripted from school to the army, the war was in full swing. I was assigned to the Intelligence Corp immediately. Hongjoong was my captain. I grew feelings for him, for his ambition to move up in the army and his determination to put this war to an end as soon as possible. There was a mission, they asked me to not just simply peek into someone’s dreams, they wanted me to eat it, and in doing so, make them forget the memory completely.”

“Isn’t that against your code? To destroy?” Seonghwa offered.

You nodded. “Still, they said we had to set our code aside, it was a war after all. So I did it. Not soon after, the negotiations started up and when the war ended, I resigned. Hongjoong wasn’t happy with me but I wanted to leave the war far behind me. I took my war spoils and set up my family nicely. I got my teacher license and now I’m here.”

“Do you love him still?” Seonghwa asked.

You shook my head, “I left that behind when I left the army.”

“My turn I suppose,” Seonghwa kicked a rock with his polished loafers.

We just so happened to be in front of the school’s gates. “I’m still hungry,” You said truthfully.

“I could tell you over dinner,” Seonghwa suggested.

“Seonghwa…”

“No one needs to know,” Seonghwa proposed. “It could be me just checking in with my newest professor to see how she is adjusting to her life.”

“Over dinner? While you tell me a personal story? Seonghwa!”

Seonghwa combed a hand through his hair. “You have made it very clear that no one can ever know about this. I am doing my best. But you are wearing my patience, little white magic user.”

“Excuse you?” You demanded.

Seonghwa did not deem it important enough to explain himself further. “Will you or won’t you come to my rooms for dinner so that I may pay you back and tell you the story of my scars?”

“Well, you certainly make it hard to decline with a tasty offer like that,” You said with sarcasm coating your tongue.

You found yourself up against the brick pillars that held the black iron gates to the school. Seonghwa’s face was pulled into a snarl, with his hand precariously around your neck. You weren’t scared of Seonghwa, simply surprised at the moment. He had gone from slightly frustrated to a full on animal rage. Had he been hiding that the entire night?

“Hello, Reaper,” You cooed.

You watched as Seonghwa carefully packed away his dangerous side until his eyes simply burned brightly. He looked slightly bashful at his outburst. “It seems like you have a talent for bringing this out of me.”

“You better be a good cook because it’s going to take a hell of a dinner to apologize, Director Park.”

Seonghwa winced at the use of his formal title. He let go of you and allowed you to straighten your clothes. “Please, I prefer when you call me Seonghwa.”

You sent him a cool look, “Perhaps you’ll earn that title later. For now, you will remain as my boss. I don’t feel like you deserve to be called by that name right now.”

You walked into the school grounds, waving your hand and the gates recognized you as a teacher. They swung open and you sent a look over your shoulder. “Are you coming or am I going to have to cook for myself?”

Seonghwa looked towards the sky, whether for guidance or to send a prayer, you weren’t sure. “Coming, Lover.”

“Seonghwa!” You hissed.

He smiled, looking back like his charming self. “Thought you said you weren’t going to--oof!” You smacked his chest.

“Don’t push your luck.”

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