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sanjoongie · 1 year ago

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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

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hwaightme · 2 years ago

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Making wishes

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI (nsfw tags under cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)

HAPPY (slightly belated) BIRTHDAY @cheollipop !!!!!! Nora I love you so so much, and when you asked me to do a lil birthday request for you I could not be more honoured. Thank you so much for existing, being the beautiful kind person that you are, thank you for sharing your art and your wonderful mind with all of us; I am wishing you happiness, love, health, luck, all the best and more <33 Smooches and huge hugs

🎂 pairing: bf!wooyoung x f!reader x best friend!seonghwa 🎂 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship into a poly relationship 🎂 summary: 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. 🎂 wordcount: 7.0k 🎂 warnings/tags: poly relationship formation, language, an interesting kind of birthday party, slight(?) woohwa - relationship is a product of FICTION and does not imply ANYTHING in reality, food/eating, birthday wishes, woo being a menace, stalling hwa, a lot of love and acceptance, questionably edited (in true bai fashion), first poly fic so... yes; lmk if anything else 🎂 a/n: wishing everyone love and kindness. happy birthday nora, ilysm and i hope you enjoy!

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🎂 nsfw tags: soft dom!hwa, switch!woo, sub leaning!reader, blowjobs (yes, in plural), the lightest bit of degradation (not towards reader), praise, petnames (love, sweet, pretty...), throatfucking, cum in mouth + swallow, eating out + fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), cum inside, threesome (why yes, two at the same time), soft aftercare, a lot of affection

“Hwa, do you know where-”

“Top cupboard on the far right. Behind the glass noodles packet. And no, not the blue packet. The one on the right. I told you it would be better to put it in a different cupboard.”

“... hey that’s… uh… okay… thanks.” you gave up quickly enough, fully aware that, no matter what retort you would make, Seonghwa was right. But he would never force you to change your habits and preferences even if he desperately wished so, because then who would ask him where the ingredients were in their own kitchen?

He knew you. Knew you better than you did. Seonghwa knew where you put things, knew what you truly meant when you spoke, knew how you felt depending on how you walked. Down to the tiniest tilt of your head or a raise of the eyebrow, he tried his best to read every nuance and learn every interpretation, and even after years of friendship, you were still his favourite story. If he could, he would never take his gaze off you, simply because in you he had found the tale that he always wanted to be part of.

As Seonghwa watched you reach for the bag of icing sugar - the product of you having forced your way into the preparations for your birthday after convincing him with your very best attempt at puppy eyes that you wanted to ‘share the burden’, he could not help but follow every movement. Biting his lower lip, Seonghwa desperately wished to lull his mind before it began to yell, though judging by the way his breath had gotten shallower as you lithely stretched towards the shelf, it was a bit too late for that, and instead he had to continue kicking himself. Over, and over, and over again. That he was stuck in the cliche scenario of being a lovesick best friend with no chance of ever even admitting his feelings.

It was easy to fall in love with you. So easy, in fact, that he had not noticed until it was far too late, and there was no room for you to hear his confessions. Frankly, had he been quicker on his internal uptake, Seonghwa had at least a year in his favour before the ‘official roadblock’ showed up. But no. Instead he had to be all blushes and smiles, trips to the Lego store and Star Wars movie marathons without any steps forward. Why? Because the last thing he wanted was to ever let you go. And to attempt to change things, even if Seonghwa desperately sought it, implied that the risk of you banishing him from your life would grow exponentially higher.

He could never see you as a stranger. As a daydream? Sure. As a fantasy? Undoubtedly. But as a passing face, a figure that would simply disappear from his heart and mind? After all that you had been through, the ups and downs, the trials and terrific successes, you were a permanent presence in his life. Perhaps even the epicentre of his musings, especially in the last few months. Because over this time, suddenly, he was not quite confident in his reasoning for your bashful smiles, the glimmer in your dazzling eyes, the lightness in your every step. Or at least, was not quite confident that it was ever him that caused you to act that way anymore. Seonghwa had grown too comfortable being around you but not with you, assuming that these two were the same thing. He had grown accustomed to kissing you on the cheek in greeting and in parting because that was ‘what friends did’, even though it was so far from the truth. Many times he had been questioned about your relationship, and he would simply brush it off. Apparently he did that too well. So well that you had been brushed away too and right into the arms of his own friend. Seonghwa, being the overly confident fool that he was, introduced you to Wooyoung, and watched as your acquaintanceship bloomed into friendship and soon enough into you calling that man your boyfriend. Your significant other. Any affectionate name or title that you would choose for him simply reminded Seonghwa that he had lost in the race to your heart. Nevertheless, his passions did not subside. He tried to extinguish them, tried to speak casually and behave cooly, but that only backfired when both you and Wooyoung only amplified your kindness, insisting that he needed to ‘be taken care of too’, and doting on him until all there was left for him to do was to admit to himself that he was deeply, unchangeably in love with you, and even the presence of a boyfriend could not deter him anymore. In fact, perhaps due to his close relationship with Wooyoung, he only felt that he would simply be a nice addition. Fit into your life like a puzzle piece, complementing both you and your boyfriend perfectly. He was perfectly aware that Wooyoung could satisfy you in ways that he couldn’t, but at the same time, Seonghwa knew you and Wooyoung, and thus could guess exactly how he could create the ideal harmony.

This was why he had jumped at the opportunity when you had messaged him with discussions for your birthday plans. You were never one to organise large gatherings, but even then the event turned into a family celebration to which Seonghwa was automatically invited. As such, when he heard that you wanted a more ‘intimate’ setting with just a couple of people and only your favourite things, his brain went into overdrive. A couple of people. As you had explicitly stated as soon as you invited him - you, him and Wooyoung: the most important people in your life, your past, present and future. The words had made his heart ache as he rapidly accepted the invitation and now found himself in the same kitchen as you and your boyfriend, feeling anything but like the odd one out, the third wheel.

It was in the lingering touches as you passed by him, the welcoming glances from Wooyoung as he would gingerly sidestep to get an item from another part of the kitchen, and some piece of information, a secret, strung tightly in the air right above his head and shooting between the two of you that resulted in what Seonghwa wanted to label as something reminiscent of smugness. Occasionally, you would look at Wooyoung and raise an eyebrow, as if you were waiting for some kind of instruction from him. This had led the latter to behave more freely, every bit a sly fox as he spoke in euphemisms, symbols and symphonies of comedic artistry that left Seonghwa baffled. Wooyoung’s attentiveness to the older man’s every reaction was astounding. From a light touch on the shoulder when they slumped as he was uneasy from a new mess made during cooking, or to a wink thrown in his direction as Wooyoung noticed him stiffen as you ambled past his form, hands on his waist to balance yourself as you squeezed between Seonghwa and the island counter.

A couple of hours later, in his peripherals unfolded the beginning of what he could only mark as a pivotal moment in his life. You called Wooyoung over casually, not giving a sign that there was anything particular that you wanted to ask, and how he embraced you, his chest pressed against your back only made Seonghwa want to sigh, wondering how it would be if he were to be able to do that limitlessly, instead of always worrying where his hands were, how long he should hold you, whether the action was making you uncomfortable. All he wanted was to be able to drift into a paradise with you in his arms, and feel your heart beating in unison with his. Voices dropped into a whisper, and inadvertently, Seonghwa caught himself half-closing the tap to reduce the cacophony it produced for even a little slip of a conversation to fly in his direction. To no avail - with barely any exchange between you, you and your boyfriend appeared to speak in codes, aside from one unexpectedly sultry gaze from you that sent Seonghwa’s mind reeling.

There was not much left for you to consider. It had been clear to you since a couple of years ago that you were not platonically indifferent towards Seonghwa. He was the subject of your desires, had appeared multiple times in your wildest dreams, and was both a source of comfort and agitation because, despite him always ‘being there’ for you, you wanted more. You needed more. He was like an unreachable star who you were inexplicably drawn to, and even though you had ample opportunity to be with him, and were close, it was not enough. The lightyears that separated you left you unsatiated with the relationship, because you wanted to give Seonghwa love. And more of it. With every moment that had past, you had found yourself flying deeper and deeper into outer space in the hopes of reaching this lonely star and share with it your own shine, so that together, you could be brighter than ever before. You prayed for shooting stars in the sky, so that you could make wish after wish, asking the same thing every time: that he would take the step and reveal the meaning behind his glimmer when you were around, that he would utter the words that you wanted to hear, that he would feel the same. But no such thing. You had been left in suspense - a grey zone from which neither of you dared to venture.

That was, until Wooyoung had entered your life, and set the ashes on fire. He was perceptive, a dreamer and a doer, not stopping at a set routine, always ready to find the optimum if it meant sharing happiness. To him, the situation was easy. As soon as he discovered that you were in love with Seonghwa, he took it upon himself to observe his friend, only to burst into a fit of laughter at just how oblivious both of you were, and how lucky he was to have both of you in his life along with the ability to let it all fall into place. The plan was easy enough. Without giving too much detail, Wooyoung proposed that Seonghwa needed to be shocked into a confession, and you agreed. After all, what harm could an attempt do when your feelings had reached a point of no return? You had naively believed that Wooyoung was going to approach this carefully, cautiously, likely because you had dared to believe that a flame could not be scalding, but no such luck. What you wished for, was a sacred plea to him, and he was not going to make the birthday girl wait for longer than she had already done. As soon as he moved away from you and pretended to return to his duties as chef, he lit the match and dropped it into the sea of sensual gasoline.

“You know that Y/N loves you, right?” Wooyoung shot through the silence, words sharper than a knife. Seonghwa turned his head to face the man beside him, only to see someone so nonchalant, almost bored, that he could not help but question the words. You were still, aside from the fingers that flittered across the counter, drumming as erratic as the one in your chest.

“Ha, very funny, yeah.” he responded with forced joviality, trying to refocus on washing the dishes even though he knew this was futile. The rhythmic chopping stopped and out of the corner of his eye Seonghwa could see your boyfriend put the knife down onto the cutting board.

Rapidly placing the dish he had been scrubbing onto the drying rack, he cleared the space for Wooyoung to wash his hands. This new quiet wave, accompanied only by the running tap was more deafening, oppressive, all-consuming as the phrase echoed around Seonghwa’s mind. ‘She loves you’. This had to be some kind of test; Wooyoung was known for his tricks and banter, so it was not beyond him to spit out the wild notion just to see how his friend would react. For that extra bit of knowledge. But he gave away nothing, so he looked at you, and was pierced by your gaze. The dazzling eyes, galaxies enveloping him, drawing him in as if to command him to accept the question as the truth.

Wooyoung took his time, fully aware of the attention that was on him, and the growing distress in which Seonghwa found himself. But that only fuelled his desire to say nothing. To keep the suspicions and hope floating in the air and in his control, and have Seonghwa right where he wanted him, or more specifically, where you wished Seonghwa would be. Wooyoung watched as the water trickled over his skin, and let his mind wander. You were stood behind him, frozen in one spot as you ogled Seonghwa, waiting for any more words from him or from your boyfriend. Clutching onto a towel, you were attempting to curb and ignore the butterflies that flew to your stomach as you witnessed the change in your best friend’s eyes which could only be described as a deepset, long-concealed affection that had finally been given the opportunity to breathe. Perhaps there was a chance for change, just as Wooyoung had told you before Seonghwa’s arrival into your home. You had been explicit in your feelings when Wooyoung had asked you out, and truth be told, he had expected it; it had been surprising enough to discover that you were, in fact, single, and not on the verge of celebrating a honeymoon, so to hear that you harboured less than platonic feelings for your friend felt only natural.

Even if you had not told this to Wooyoung specifically, it was obvious: you changed when you were with Seonghwa. The very image of serenity, you carried yourself with unparalleled grace when he was by your side. Though you did let your playful and carefree self through, it was always less for companionship but for comfort that Seonghwa readily provided. He was an anchor for you. Your beacon of light that you trusted with your life and more. He was more than important - he was essential. Your clarity. Maybe if Wooyoung was foolish enough, and you had not revealed the longing you had for the taller man, he could have passed it off to be simply an example of platonic soulmates, two people who had gone through so much together that it was not possible for either of them to exist without the other. Not because they were dependent, but because they were one another’s ‘home’. It was clear that platonic boundaries had been long forgotten between you and Seonghwa, only a large question mark remaining, and neither of you daring to turn it into a full-stop and call things what they were. Wooyoung could see the yearning burning within you, how you hoped for your friend to take that next step any time you called or spent time together. Even in Wooyoung’s presence, you were unabashedly drawn to the other man, and that, interestingly enough, made him fall even deeper for you. Your unparalleled ability to give love astounded him to no end, and ignited within him the desire to provide, the desire to show you that you were more than worthy of not only his love, but the love of the first man who had become a part of your universe. Seonghwa simply needed a gentle nudge in the right direction, Wooyoung had decided, and he was the one who was going to give it - a birthday present from him to you, and a belated one for his friend.

"Listen. She. Loves. You. Isn't that right, hm?" You could only nod, attached to the scene unfolding before you with predator-like focus. Your boyfriend’s words: so simple, and yet so hard-hitting that you almost laughed at the shocked expression on Seonghwa’s face, only just barely being able to contain yourself as it transformed into one that oozed trepidation.

Wooyoung promptly shook the majority of the water droplets clinging onto his hands as he closed the tap, and methodically dried them with the towel hanging from a hook attached to the sink cupboard. He discreetly observed Seonghwa’s rising nerves, barely able to stifle the smirk, threatening to break out across his lips due to the satisfaction brought on by the suspense that he had conjured. Anxious, confused, but above all, timidly delighted in the sly off-handed comment. Without a doubt Seonghwa was trying to guess what Wooyoung had planned, and the latter could hardly contain his excitement. Perhaps in some ways, he was being selfish by being the instigator of something he too had been wishing for since you had started dating, but the older male’s burning stares and lingering gazes that had commenced as soon as he walked through the door into the apartment served as enough motivation - all that remained was the final spark.

He walked up to Seonghwa until he was in a dizzying proximity, scrutinising him through half-lidded eyes. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he beckoned the man to turn his head and face him, and asked you to come near with a quick flick of the other hand. Scoffing at the unceremonious expression of power, you bit your inner cheek to suppress a snarky remark, aware that Wooyoung was only working in your favour. Never before had you seen your best friend this on edge, simultaneously disoriented and yearning for more, glances darting from Wooyoung to you and back. Bored from the lack of a progression, your boyfriend decided to cease stalling.

"Right. How is it that you, and you, two pretty best friends, spend years together, and not once get with one another?" you could see the bobbing of Seonghwa’s larynx as he swallowed some spit. His eyebrows furrowed, and he tilted his head as though to check if you agreed with what was being said. Upon seeing no easily readable reaction, he muttered:

"What?"

"I can hear the gears moving in your head Seonghwa, what's your answer?" Wooyoung was not letting up, the tension getting to him, leaving the world a climbing haze. Every single one of his senses appeared to be elevated, accentuating every sound, every smell, every twitch of his muscles against his clothes. It was impossible to contain his contentment as he took not of his friend readjusting how he was standing, as if there was a certain physical discomfort beginning to give way. Wooyoung knew well enough as to what it could be, and as such, cut off every single one of Seonghwa’s attempts to steer the conversation in a different, lighter direction.

"To-"

"Do you love her too?"

"But-"

"Seonghwa, do you trust me?" seeing as the taller man was not letting himself reveal his desire to simply lock you in his arms, the need contained in his burning orbs only, Wooyoung decided to slightly switch tactics bringing in their closeness as friends, as two people ready to blur the lines in search of that sensual perfection.

"Of course."

And you know that I trust you too, right?"

"Mhm…"

"So?"

"I…" Seonghwa picked at the sleeve of his light blue sweater, unable to face you. He felt he was too close to ruining the years of friendship that had been so carefully built up, all because of Wooyoung. The man was surely joking, he had to be. In no way were you-

Your hand grazed his upper arm, forcing him to look back up and meet you. Ever so tender, ever so caring, it was as though you were admiring the starry night sky when you revered him - it was not too far from the truth, considering that this wondrous man was indeed, who you saw as your universe. As a keeper of stars, someone who you desperately wished would envelop you and adore you and let you and Wooyoung adore him just like you had wished, year in, year out.

"Did you short-circuit?" Wooyoung asked, voice dropping into a whisper.

"A bit."

"Time for extreme measures."

Eyes impossibly wide and cheeks going red, Seonghwa could only stop and stare as Wooyoung pulled him towards himself and plant a fervent kiss on his lips. Before he could push away the man had already pulled back with a satisfied smirk, only to turn to you and wink before leaning into another kiss. You swore you could taste Seonghwa on his lips, sweeter than you could ever imagine. Melting into the sensuality, you could feel excitement rising in your chest. The intensity heightened, and you felt your boyfriend's hands snake around your waist all the while, upon peeking, you saw Seonghwa's blazing, darkened orbs studying you. His expression was unreadable, first clenched, lips slightly parted, and only one question on his mind: 'how dare he?'

"So, how does he taste? Sweet, right?" Wooyoung asked you, voice laden with mischief and anticipation for what would be a dizzying paradise.

"Better than I could have ever imagined."

"So this was your plan?" Seonghwa broke the momentary silence, a newfound hostility with notes of unbelievably strong craving. His tone dropped lower, until it was all that you could focus on. One hand travelled to his lips, fingers cautiously touching them, in disbelief at what had just unfolded. With a smirk the man reached for you, forcing your arms to fall from your boyfriend’s shoulders, where they had found themselves when you kissed, pulling you close until his hips were pressed against you, revealing the true effect of Wooyoung’s teases.

"Ye-"

"Because it fucking worked, alright. To answer the question, yes, I do love you. Longer than he did. And yet here he is, pulling rank, huh?" giving Wooyoung a side-eye, he muttered.

"Oh yes, of course Hwa."

"Well aren't you getting overly friendly..."

"Depending on what you are gonna do we're about to get even friendlier than that." Seonghwa took a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. Barely audible, you backtracked, feverishly trying to explain the thought process, the story behind this little ploy, a wave of fear inching closer to you as you felt your friend’s fingers dig into your side, breathing becoming more ragged, shallower.

"Wooyoung and I had talked about this for the first time when we started dating. I need you Hwa. He needs you too. And… well… yeah. That is… our side of the story, so… I'm sorry we should have just sat you down and talked or something-"

"Seems you didn't get a good enough taste since you are still talking."

"Oh?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, the switch in his friend's attitude catching him pleasantly off-guard.

"Tell me what's my limit." Seonghwa addressed you, his face barely an inch away from yours, hot breath against your skin, leaving you aching for more, for him to take the final step and let your history burn.

"None."

"Neither of you?" he looked at Wooyoung, who was observing with a wolfish grin, hand running through his hair.

“I think we have all waited long enough.”

In a matter of a single moment, a spark, Seonghwa’s lips were on yours, leading you into the paradise which you had been isolating exclusively to your musings. It was intoxicating, all-consuming, making you feel as though nothing else existed, and that you had been given the power to embrace the universe itself, the explosive pleasure of being in rhythmic bliss with the man you had longed for proving to be almost too much. And yet, you needed more, of him, of his touch, of his presence right against you. A soft moan escaped you as he deepened the kiss, which only led to him pressing himself into you, barely stopping you from stumbling back.

Wooyooung, satisfied with himself, and with the scene unfolding before him, reached out to push back a stray lock of black hair from Seonghwa’s face, suggesting that they take this to somewhere more comfortable. Breaking away, both of you looked at the shorter man, eyes clouded, lustful, and you took his hand, squeezing it in gratitude and let yourself be guided to your wildest dream that had previously been deemed unobtainable.

"Oh no no, tonight this pretty cunt is mine. You're going to prep her for me, Woo, while I see what she can do here..."

Seonghwa ran a finger over your jawline, his other hand at the base of his cock, pumping it a couple of times. Obediently, Wooyoung followed the instruction and moved so that he was right next to your pussy, admiring just how slick it already was by running two fingers between your lips, stopping at your clit to rub a few circles, highlighting its erectness. You whined at the feeling, trying to grind into his hand in the hopes of more contact, but Seonghwa prevented you from asking for any more by grasping your jaw and guiding you onto his dick, sighing as you took his length. Stopping midway as he felt your throat constrict, he asked you:

“You okay? Need a break? So gone already?” counting your breaths, you leaned back to whisper that you were more than fine, moaning when Wooyoung licked a stripe up your pussy and stopped to suck on your clit, to be silenced as Seonghwa’s member pressed against your lips, and slid into the warmth.

With every moan all but muted, you were a whimpering mess to which Seonghwa was already addicted. He was enthralled by how you responded to Wooyoung’s every touch, how you relaxed your throat to let him rock into you bit by bit. When his friend’s tongue curled into your heat, lapping at you to the point when a light tremble started in your legs, Seonghwa reached for your hand, squeezing it in reassurance and earning a loving glance from you. The contrast between the adorable shimmer in your eyes and the lewd act was more than enough to twist his world on its axis. As an orgasm ripped through you, with Wooyoung relentlessly pumping into you with his digits and flicking your aroused bud with his tongue, you moaned over Seonghwa’s member. He bit his lip, forcing himself to ease out, and let you regain some composure. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb in an attempt to remove a bit of the dribble, a smile dancing on his lips.

"You are so beautiful, my sweet. Thank you. Can you still take care of him?" voice ever so soft, he inquired, every decision still being left to you. You mumbled in approval of the action, and watched as Wooyoung rose to meet you.

Barely having recovered, you were eager to pay your boyfriend back, giving one last glance to Seonghwa’s member, coated in a layer of your spit mixed with pre-cum as he crawled on his knees away from you, to position himself at your entrance. While he teased your pulsing cunt, running his digits between your folds and letting his tip flick your sensitive bud, Wooyoung was in front of you, demonstratively licking his lips to show how he devoured every bit of your nectar, his cock stiff in his hands, begging for attention which you were more than ready to provide.

“Hwa-a… ah!” you mewled, nearly collapsing on your back as Seonghwa slowly entered you, his hips pressed against yours, giving you some time to adjust to his length. The feeling of another cock, aside from your boyfriend’s, filling you up so well and building you up regardless of having just come over Wooyoung’s mouth was stupefying, and it seemed that all you could recall in that moment was your best friend’s name.

Having had enough, Wooyoung guided your focus back to him, tapping you below your chin. A series of apologies fell from your lips, making the man chuckle as he reminded you that there was only one way to apologise in this case. Without needing any more elaboration, you ran your tongue over his leaking hole, lapping up the pre-release, and took him in, sighing at the feeling of being full of both Wooyoung and Seonghwa.

“What a good girl, devouring my cock like this- ah…” Wooyoung praised, brushing strands away, lazily observing you as you bobbed your head back and forth, interrupted only by Seonghwa hitting your g-spot, eliciting salacious moans.

“She really is perfect… Y/N, you’re just so perfect for my dick.”

“Oh look at her falling apart, Hwa. You are fucking her so well.”

“So well she can’t even help you out?” he taunted you, knowing full well that the comment could only lead to one thing and one thing only. Wooyoung smirked, taking a fistful of your hair, causing you to look up at him with watery orbs as he warmed his cock in your mouth. The sight nearly tipped him over the edge, a twitch threatening an oncoming wave of pleasure. But he could not come, at least not before he could show his friend just how much of him you could take.

“Let’s show him just how well this throat can take me, yeah?” and upon seeing a small nod, pushed his length deeper, tensing as your tongue and teeth lightly grazed every vein and his tip hit your uvula and the back of your throat.

It was challenging to restrain himself from thrusting into you when you looked so marvellous, nose pressed against him, relaxing yourself to take him whole, despite Seonghwa repeatedly sheathing inside you, bringing you closer and closer to your own ruin. It was the fact that you were still so attentive, so caring towards him, equally as loving and being so unbelievably good that made Wooyoung fall even more in love with you. How you let him guide you over his cock, trusting his movements and his sensations completely, caring for his pleasure. How the introduction of Seonghwa, your first and ongoing love, did nothing to stop your adoration for Wooyoung. You truly were one of a kind, his galaxy, the keeper of the flame. It was not long until his climax reached him, pleasure searing through as his hand kept you frozen so that you would not choke as his cum painted your mouth.

Swallowing the last of Wooyoung’s hot orgasm, you yelped over the softening member as Seonghwa picked up his pace, demanding your full attention. The vibration caused Wooyoung to let out a low groan and tightened his grip on your hair momentarily, another string of release shooting into the back of your throat, nearly making you sputter. Cooing at your state, he tugged you back ever so carefully, hissing as your tongue gave his cock a final swipe, and murmured:

“Hwa, let me support her, yeah? She likes it when you go deep into her pussy, don’t you?” giving you a light pat, almost mockingly, Wooyoung sat on the bed behind you, holding you in place so that Seonghwa did not need to worry about you slipping, and instead focus on the relentless rhythm. You could not respond as the knot in your core grew tighter and tighter with every thrust. Every one of Seonghwa’s low moans that reached you was a lascivious melody, so erotic that all you could hope for was for him to never even consider stopping.

Positioned between the two men, you were in a soothing mindlessness, having the ability and the trust to give yourself up to them, let them love you. Every touch on your skin was an intimate, sensual flame, unwinding you, prompting you to gift them your very soul. You felt Wooyoung’s member brushing against your ass as you were jolted back by Seonghwa’s movements, the sensation proving to be impossible to handle as your climax approached at a startling speed. Gripping Wooyoung’s arms which had positioned themselves on your waist, his veins etching a design into your palms and leaving you breathless, you felt the wave crashing over you, sinking you into an unprecedented euphoria. Your body shook violently as your orgasm drowned out any sound, and you swore you could count the stars in your eyes as Seonghwa continued his motions, mercilessly in love with how your soaked, clenching pussy felt around his throbbing length.

“Ah… fuck, love, I-”

“Hwa- please-”

Seonghwa continued pounding into you with reckless abandon, each thrust leaving you practically senseless as your orgasm had been long-surpassed, the overwhelming trembling of your every nerve, every muscle as your core was caught ablaze with the overstimulation completely wiping your ability to form a single coherent thought. Wooyoung groaned from the sight of Seonghwa’s downcast eyes, looking at nothing or looking within, ecstatic, and the wanton sounds of his cock pistoning into your wet pussy, hands moving to knead your breasts and pinch your erect nipples. You cried out from the added sensation, head falling back and over Wooyoung’s shoulder as Seonghwa slowed to a stuttered, faltering grind, his own climax imminent.

“Y/N, my lo- I’m-” you heard him over your own whines, and in a matter of seconds he bucked into you one final time, almost falling towards you as your still-pulsating walls milked his release. He let out a shaky breath as his cum filled your sex, the warmth and fullness driving you to the brink of consciousness. Tentatively moving his hips, he fucked the load into you, groaning as he felt it leak out, completing the lewd scene.

“So… so gorgeous, Y/N…” He mumbled, kissing you once, twice as the ripples of pleasure overtook him entirely… “Woo… thank- mfph- thank you…”

“It’s us three now, hm?” Wooyoung responded, amazed at just how much Seonghwa had been holding back, and how brilliant it was to uncover the tandem that was now you and your two loves.

Trailing kisses on your neck as Wooyoung continued to hold you, his chest flush against your back as you rode out your high, dazed and in an ethereal bliss. Slow circles on your hips as Seonghwa pressed his forehead against yours, soothing your light tremble as he pulled out of you, the last rivulets of cum dripping onto your pubic bone. Unable to sustain the position any longer, legs having grown weak as the adrenaline subsided he gave into Wooyoung’s guidance as the man slinked away from you, laying you down onto the bed, and motioned for Seonghwa to do the same. In the quietude, you three remained in one another’s arms, only the steadying breathing and bare skin covered in a glistening sheen of sweat reminding you that this was all a stunning reality.

As you detangled from one another, Wooyoung and Seonghwa gave you one last, gentle peck on the cheek each before whispering amongst themselves. As you lay on the bed sheets, surrounded by the aura of lovemaking, unfocused gaze peering at the dark ceiling, you felt a clean towel going over your body, only to see Seonghwa gingerly caressing each limb, planting one kiss, another. When he noticed that you were watching him, he threw you a big dopey grin, only to mumble out words of adoration. He kept you grounded with his presence, his feathery touches, while Wooyoung rushed through re-dressing and picking out something comfortable for you to wear. Once done, the two men changed places, with the latter now tending to you and helping you get dressed, barely suppressing a smile as he let a large hoodie fall over your body. When you gave him an endearing thumbs up, hands barely peeking from the sleeves, he playfully lunged to hug you and make you fall back onto the bed, giggling airily into your ear and trying to wrap you up even tighter. Seonghwa joined you not long after, and you were caught in between two heavens, safe, adored, the intricacies of the world around you finally making sense as both Wooyoung and Seonghwa illuminated them. The stars in the sky, the flames on the earth, they completed you just as you completed them, and this was something that you would never wish to give up. They were here for you. You were here for them. This was your wish, a wish that had finally come true. For you, for Wooyoung, for Seonghwa.

“So… shall we have that cake then… at least?” you whispered into the darkness, immediately hearing rustling to either side of you, and a soft sigh from Wooyoung, breath tickling your ear as he inched a little closer, only to tease:

“But didn’t we just have dessert-”

“Wooyoung!” the yelp only seemed to amuse your two loves as they chuckled, with Seonghwa moving to push a few strands of your hair back, and reveal his glimmering orbs that managed to catch the light from the window, curtains undrawn and letting the city lights inside, giving the impression that the universe truly was in his those two windows to the soul. Your breath hitched as you gazed at him, head resting on his palm, as he wondered whether he was dreaming, the mumble slipping out automatically:

“He’s right. You’re sweet, Y/N.”

“Oh my goodness-”

You turned your head, only to feel soft fingers cupping your chin and pulling you into a slow, gentle kiss. Eyes fluttering shut, you sank into Seonghwa once again, the idea of him loving you back and wanting to be with you, accepting your other love who had his hand lazily thrown around your waist and face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, it was all so surreal that you were afraid to even take a peek.

“But we do have a kitchen to clean though...” you groaned, shaking your head at the choice of comment. Wooyoung was quicker to react, snuggling more closely and muttering:

“Now that can wait-”

“...and a wish to make.” Seonghwa elaborated, cutting Wooyoung’s complaints short, and lying down to hug you, arm lying atop the other man’s, drawing circled on your skin where the top into which you had changed had ridden up, “Let’s celebrate our birthday girl.”

Our. The word rang in your ears and wriggled its way into your mind, a new star shining in your sky, enveloping you, revering you through the creation of a paradise to which you thought there were no gates nor glimpses. The simple word - a spark of a lighter, eradicating shadows of doubt and setting the soul ablaze with newfound passion and excitement, turning your birthday into a renaissance celebrating love.

Even if you had not even made your wish yet, it was obvious. You were yourself when you were with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, and you wanted nothing more but for this bond to grow into a loving intuition. You looked up from the cake, in the middle of which was a glowing candle, and admired the two men, illuminated by the warm flickering light. How they had huddled closer to one another, with Seonghwa attempting to discreetly point out to Wooyoung that he should adjust the angle at which he held his phone to capture the precious moment. How blissful, relaxed they appeared to be as they ceased their quiet arrangement, only to return your gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you read nothing but adoration in their eyes, and you clenched the material of the hoodie into which the two had insisted you change, trying to steady your breathing.

Reading your actions, your best friend, turned lover, nodded in reassurance, leaning closer towards you by resting his head on a propped up hand, while Wooyoung gave you a bright smile and threw an arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders, nearly making him lose balance. The action did not seem to phase the older man in the slightest, as he simply pressed his tongue against the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes in mock vexation, only to break out into an equally heart-melting grin. Neither rushed you, appreciating your need to take in the change, entranced by your loving peace. This new dynamic had indeed been something of a dream, and you thought that it was going to remain that way until you would be forced to forget, or live in an illusion of loving less. But now you found yourself, for the first time in some years, thinking of new wishes, musing the steps ahead.

As you blew out the fire, and motioned for the two to not turn the lights on quite yet, you were at peace. Nothing felt more right than observing Seonghwa standing up to gingerly remove the candle and slice the cake, and receiving a peck on the cheek from Wooyoung, who was now hovering over your left shoulder, fingers playing with your hair. The puzzle pieces had fallen into place, and you, like three beautiful stars, had formed a stunning constellation. In a world so fast-paced and lonely, you were surrounded by a miraculous, unconditional love - two people who not only adored you, but adored your ability to love them both equally, and in turn, love the universe. With you, they felt as though they had found their home, and were more than willing to maintain the intricate balance.

With the pair moving their chairs around the table to sit on either side of you, the action, albeit carried out serenely, quietly, expressed a boyish excitement for the development, and the way in which they seeked even more closeness with you, be it by purposefully leaning to reach for a meaningless item across the table, or by resting an arm on the back of the chair, only confirmed their shared adoration. Under the full moon that greeted you from the outside with a silvery blue sheen, you found a comfortable stillness, and as the two men raised their heads to follow your gaze to the view outside, hoped that your new wish, one for three, for years to come, would come true too.

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AGORA HILLS.

SYNOPSIS : as the best detective of your city, you take your job very seriously. but how seriously will you take your job when the man of your dreams' husband dies suddenly?

PAIRING : malewife! psh x detective! male! reader

GENRE : 90s, elle singapore black sequin dress seonghwa, thriller, sexy, angst to fluff, murder mystery, possessive/ obsessive love, wine<3

WARNINGS : seonghwa referred to as 'wife' and 'ms' and 'mrs', a lot of manhandling, ass grabbing, idk, slut, sexy, anal, suggestive, huge dick, tattoos, praising, romantic talk, teeth-rotting smut, you will kill yourself, you will cry, blood n shit n deaths obviously, lmao i hope u die after this

WORD COUNT : 8.6k

INSPO : agora hills & this tweet

LORRY'S NOTE : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @asherthehimbo!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH BBG HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

you've only met seonghwa twice. once at a party held by your coworker's friend, kim theodore. and the second time when theodore died tragically.

theodore was, a... special man. he had been indebt to you since he had been tangled in some drug allegations. of course, being the best detective in the city, you helped him out.

and now, you were on the way to his mansion on agora hills, which is one of the most expensive places one can afford.

you let out a loud yawn as you rang the doorbell. the door opens after a second and you see theodore.

"oh my friend!" he tries to go in for a hug, but you backed away from him awkwardly. theodore lets out a light-hearted laugh before standing aside so you could walk in.

upon entering the beautiful mansion of a millionaire, you take in the sight in front of you; a large chandelier just above your head, beautiful marble staircase to the second floor,

which you assumed is where the master's bedroom is.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

suddenly the women at the party surrounds you, making you yelp in surprise.

"oh my, detective!"

"you look so handsome today!"

"when will i become your wife?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa watched in the distance as you tried pushing them away, very much annoyed. he chuckles.

"m/n!" one of the ladies called for you, and suddenly you frown, "please ladies, only refer to me as detective. i don't think we're close enough to be on first name basis." you adjusted your collar.

you turn your head when you heard your name being said from across the hall, "m/n, come meet my wife!" you nod before jogging to where he, and another male, dressed in a beautiful black sequin dress was.

the man looked absolutely divine, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Hold my hand You can hit while they watch, boy

theodore noticed and chuckled, "i see you like my wife, eh?" he nudges you, "have fun chattin'!" he waves goodbye before going back to his large groups of friends.

you stood awkwardly next to the slightly shorter male as you found your arm tattoo of a snake way more interesting than the mansion you were currently in.

the head of the snake starts at the back of your middle finger as the tail runs spirals around it, going upwards and disappearing underneath your dress shirt,

which seonghwa had been staring at the whole time.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

seonghwa swirls the wine in his glass, "kim seonghwa isn't a really catchy name, is it?"

you perked up, "it's not?" he smiles gently,

"my real name is park seonghwa, i think that sounds way better."

you thought about it for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, "yeah, i think so too."

he reaches out his hand out as you shook his, "nice to meet you, detective-"

"m/n." you cut him off.

"huh?"

"call me m/n."

seonghwa smirks, "but i don't think we're close enough for first name basis, isn't that right?" he taunted.

you leaned in, towering over the man as he gulped in anticipation, "oh, i think we're way past that."

seonghwa bit his lip when he felt your hot breath on his face, he doesn't let go of your hand and brushes his thumb against your tattoo, sending shivers down your spine.

"now that i think about it, l/n seonghwa is even better than park seonghwa, don't you think so?"

your breath hitched as you choked on the wine you were currently taking a sip of, you coughed loudly as some wine spilled from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor.

seonghwa covers his mouth with his hand, "oh detective, look at the mess you made! are you a child?" he joked.

you blushed a bit in embarrassment as you place the glass down,

"oh would you look at that," seonghwa's finger brushes at the corner of your lips, wiping off the spilled wine.

"you've made a big mess, detective." you watch as seonghwa stares at you seductively, all while sucking the wine off his finger, licking it clean.

you felt your blood starting to run downwards to your little guy as you looked away and coughed.

you pulled out a handkerchief from your breast pocket and took his hand in yours before wiping his finger, all without a word.

seonghwa bit his lip at the gentle gesture, never had a man made me feel like this before, not even theodore.

not letting go of his hand, you glance backwards to see theodore drowned in the many noblewomen that surrounded him, disgusting pig.

turning back to the male, you smirked and intertwined your fingers with his.

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

suddenly, you pull seonghwa towards you and he yelps quietly before bumping into your chest. you hold his waist as your hot breath fanned against his ear, making his knees buckle.

"mrs. kim, please don't forget you are a married woman." seonghwa hasn't felt like this since he first met theodore, and that was decades ago. you whistled as you looked the male up and down, "that dress looks exquisite on you, by the way."

seonghwa smiled shyly, "ah, thank you detective. i must say you don't look that bad yourself." you smirk, "i would want my future wife to have that pretty dress." seonghwa runs a hand through his slicked-back hair and tutted, "oh that's unfortunate," your eyebrow lifted as he continued, "because this dress is a custom made by a friend." theodore could be heard from the living area announcing for a group picture.

the two stare for a few seconds as you added, "my point still stands." seonghwa bit his lip at your words, god, i might cum right now... you slowly detangled your fingers from his and walked towards the large group, smiling gently at the women that waved to you.

seonghwa naturally went into the middle as theodore stood at his left and you on seonghwa's right. you became increasingly annoyed at the fact theodore made no move to hold his wife, even swatting seonghwa's hand away when he had tried to hold the other's hand.

you sighed before quietly placing your hand on seonghwa's hip, as to comfort him of the lost attention of his husband. however, seonghwa smirks as he moves your hand lower, all the way to his plush ass.

Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps?" Baby, that's you

you physically stiffen as you didn't know what to do or how to react. seonghwa only leaned closer to your ear, "you can squeeze if you want, detective. i worked hard for this body."

god, it's getting hot- why's it so hot? was it always this hot in here? god, why am i burning up?

suddenly, seonghwa lets out a quiet moan when he felt your large hand mold at his ass, squeezing his thighs together. "oh goodness, detective..." you leaned down to his ear, "didn't i tell you to call me by my name?" seonghwa yelps when you shove him onto the wooden coffee table. the other guests gasp and back away when you pull up the dress, revealing a pretty lacy thong.

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you smirk when you see the tips of seonghwa's ears turn bright red, "look at you, pretty." you pull the thong as it snaps back into seonghwa's ass, making him moan wantonly. soon, you pull out your hard cock from your pants and push it inside him one go.

seonghwa came on the spot, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth when he felt your cock drag against his walls, the feeling of it piercing through his tummy becoming his newest desire. you paused for a few seconds to let the man adjust before you held onto his waist and slammed your hips forward.

seonghwa's legs trembled as he tried to bite back his moans. you lean forward and held onto his jaw before fucking him roughly, "ah! oh my- eugh! detective...!" you groan into seonghwa's ear, "why the fuck are you hiding your moans? isn't this what you wanted? for me to fuck you in this room full of your friends,"

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

you turn seonghwa's head as you two stare directly into theodore's eyes, "and your lovely husband that will never be able to satisfy you after i do." seonghwa grips onto the corners of the table as precum dripped from his hard cock, which had been rubbing uncomfortably against the table. "yes- ah! f-fuck me in front of all my f- fuck... friends- mm!"

"oh- oh yeah..! r-right there, detective!" seonghwa turned his head and held onto your cheek, "w-who knew you were s...so ugh- big!" seonghwa pulls you in for a kiss as your tongues danced and teeth clashed, not a care in the world. seonghwa felt his orgasm coming up when your hands began pinching at his perking nipples over the dress, tears were coming out of seonghwa's eyes as his eyes rolled back.

he had never felt more pleasured and embarrassed...

is exactly what seonghwa wanted to happen.

I love you, I wanna big chill

you awkwardly pulled your hand away from his ass when the photos were done, quickly excusing yourself as you walked towards a very busy theodore with lots of women surrounding him,

"yes, i have to go back to the office pretty soon. i apologise for leaving so early on..." theodore laughs and pats your back, "ahaha! don't you worry about it, m/n! i know a great detective needs to always be on duty!" you nod and was about to leave until theodore speaks again, "seonghwa! please escort m/n out, i'm busy!"

you watched seonghwa jogs towards the door where you were and opened it for you, "thank you for coming, detective- ah no, m/n." you smile and nod your head towards him as you walked down the steps, "ah, right! your handkerchief!" you turn your heel, "you can keep it. i don't think it will mean much to a noblewoman of your class, though."

Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand

seonghwa holds the handkerchief tightly against his chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage and his cheeks heat up. "you have no idea how much it means to me..." you go back up the steps upon hearing his words and take his hand before kissing the back of it, "until next time, mrs. kim, or should i say mrs. l/n..."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

that day you left seonghwa with a raging boner. you had stole his heart and he promised himself he would see you again, he just had to figure out how. you also grew infatuated with him just after this one meeting and you couldn't stop thinking about seonghwa, he was like a virus invading your mind.

Baby, can you call me back?

you thought you had long forgotten about those feelings of infatuation towards the man. but as you stand in front of the mansion just a year after, you're surprised to feel your heartbeat quicken and cheeks heat up a bit.

I miss you

you take a deep breath as you hold your hand against the door, what will i do when i see you again? what do you look like now? do you still like me too? your eyes widen as you slap yourself across the face suddenly. no, you shouldn't be thinking these types of things. his husband just died and you are on duty now.

you bit your lip, but doesn't that mean you had a chance to make him yours?

It's so lonely in my mansion

shaking your head to rid of those thoughts, you finally knocked on the door and in that moment the door opened, you thought you would've collapsed if not for your hand on the side or the doorframe.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

"mrs. kim." seonghwa rubbed his eyes and sniffled softly,

"ah, detective you are right on time." seonghwa walked in as you followed, closing the door behind you.

you took a seat on the dining table as seonghwa poured you a cup of tea, "and also, it's ms. park now, oh theodore..."

Whether they like or not (Not)

you fiddled with the handle of the cup as seonghwa sat opposite of you, "let's begin, shall we?" seonghwa nodded sadly.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"where were you at 3:30pm when theodore was murdered?" seonghwa sniffled, "i was at the market since i left at 3pm."

you bit your lip, "what about the maid and butler?" seonghwa brushed his hair back, and you almost didn't catch what he said next as you watched him, like a hungry predator ready to feast on its prey.

"the butler had a day off yesterday and the maid- um, i don't think i remember..." you nodded and jotted down the things he said,

"i'm sorry detective, i've just been crying the whole night so my memory's a bit foggy..."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you paused your writing on your notepad and glanced at his eyes for a second, "is something on my face, detective?"

you smile gently, "no," yes, lies.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i'm very sorry for your loss." you watch seonghwa frown, "excuse me for a moment." he disappears into the kitchen.

you sat idly as you take out your walkie-talkie, "wooyoung."

you could hear some crackling sounds from the other line before a muffled voice responded, "m/n! yes, i'm here! is there something you need?" you nodded, "i need you to go over the alibis for mrs. kim's maid and butler. i want it done by the end of the week."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you heard wooyoung tut, "yeesh, dude."

"wooyoung." you said in a warning tone.

you heard wooyoung groan before answering, "fine, i'll have it done by then. wooyoung, out!"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you put the walkie-talkie away and jotted a few more things in your notepad, you look up to the clock.

it's been a few minutes now, what's taking him so long?

"mrs- ms. park?" you got up and went into the kitchen where he had disappeared and you were shocked to see him gulping down an entire bottle of wine.

Hold my hand

to say you were shocked was an understatement as walked quickly towards him, seonghwa doesn't notice your presence until you snatch the bottle away from him.

You can hit while they watch, boy

"eugh- give it...!" seonghwa made grabby-hands as you held the bottle above his head,

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

"no." seonghwa didn't know if it was the alcohol or you but he felt his face grow hotter by the second.

'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (Yeah)

his forehead creases, "why the hell not!?"

you frown and hold onto both of his wrists with one hand and pushed him backwards. seonghwa's back hit the wall as tears started forming in his eyes,

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

"let. go." you pause for a moment, "i won't." you said slowly.

"god, get off me!" is what seonghwa said, but he prayed that you never let him go.

"no, you can't drink your sorrow away, i won't let you."

Boy, you're the one, you're the only man

seonghwa glares, "your job is to find the killer of my dead husband, isn't that right?" you loosened your grip on his wrist for a second,

"stop drinking." he smirks, "make me."

With you, I ain't holding shit back

suddenly, your walkie-talkie beeped, "uh, m/n? we have a problem here..."

you let go of seonghwa's arm, "yes, i'll be there in twenty minutes."

turning back to seonghwa, he gripped onto the sink as his head was dipped downwards so that you couldn't see him face. "i'll be back next week, okay?"

When I need my space, you give that

"okay..." you could hear your heart break with each step you took towards the door. no, go back to him!

but all you did was continue walking.

upon hearing the front door shut, seonghwa swiped the wine bottle away as it hit the ground, smashing into pieces. he watched the red liquid flow out, forming a big puddle. he collapses to the ground and screams out in pain.

They all wanna know how you get to me

how could i let you go again?

why didn't i stop you?

seonghwa smashes his fist against the broken glass shards as tears flowed from his glossy eyes, "why, why, why, why!"

Cause this type of love's the epitome

he watches with blurry eyes as his own blood mixes with the wine, both reds close to each other in colour. "why do you always slip away from my fingers..." he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, "oh my love, i hope this will all be worth it..."

"it's obviously the maid!"

you wince as your partner, wooyoung, screams into your left ear.

"no it's not!" san, your other partner, screams in your right ear. you only covered your ears as you watched the security footage again.

"you guys need to stop bothering m/n all the time..." yeosang sweatdrops as he watches san and wooyoung fight while you sat between them.

"are you stupid, san?"

san gasped, "what, me?"

"yes, you!"

you rolled your eyes as wooyoung continued, "it's clearly the maid! she said she left at 3pm but never mentioned about coming back to the mansion. like, whatttt?"

that's true, it's kinda suspicious but it can't based off my superstition. witnessing murder can cause changes in memory, behaviour, sleep, and body function, affecting the immune system as well as the heart.

it can also lead to cognitive effects, such as brain fog. so it's no secret that seonghwa and the maid could've forgotten some things as they are the first to find theodore's body.

jongho giggles from the reception, "i still wonder why yunho sandwiched m/n's desk between wooyoung and san."

yeosang nods, "they literally resemble cat and dog."

wooyoung huffs and folds his arms across his chest, "the maid was so damn nervous and she didn't even know what she was telling me when i asked where she was that day. it's as if she's admitting to being the killer!"

san rolls his eyes, "what about the stupid butler? are you gonna believe him about being off-duty just cause he said so?"

wooyoung stomps his feet, "i'm gonna believe him if his alibi is sustainable unlike the maid's!"

san's forehead creases, "why are you so determined to prove that it's the maid?"

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "cause she's acting weird! unless she was like, i don't know, bribed or something i won't believe she's innocent!"

wooyoung continues, "and besides, why would she keep her mouth shut if she was actually being bribed? we can help her and shit, stupid."

san stands up abruptly, "don't call me stupid, stupid!"

"no you're stupid!"

"you look stupid!"

"what did you say!?"

"did you not hear me?"

your brows furrow as you mindlessly replayed the video again, deep in thought.

"why do you keep replaying that part?" mingi, who was walking by, presses his cheek against yours as wooyoung and san immediately shuts up and joins in.

mingi makes an 'o' with his lips, "that's mrs. kim, right?"

san shakes his head, "it's ms. park now apparently."

mingi gasps, "he's the one that died?"

wooyoung hit his head, "it's been circulating all around the precinct, are you dumb?"

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

you roll your eyes and shush the guys as the video played once again. in the video was a person dressed in full black outfit from head to toe, and they had just walked out of the gate. the person clearly resembles seonghwa, but for some reason you got the thought that that wasn't the case.

as if he read your mind, wooyoung spoke, "it's clearly ms. park! why would it be anyone else?"

his brows creased, "literally look at his clothes! do you think the maid or butler could wear expensive shit like that?"

san nods, "even we can't afford those."

you flick his forehead, "it's not about money, jesus you guys..."

you had to pause for a moment to ask yourself; why do i know it isn't seonghwa? he clearly stated that he left the mansion at 3pm.

Like why are you capping me?

your eyes trail to the bottom of the screen where the time of the video is,

see? 3pm exactly.

you skip the video to a part where part of the face is revealed; the nose.

your eyes widen, "that's not seonghwa." you stated simply.

mingi scratched his head, "what... how can you tell?"

wooyoung snorted, "how are you a lieutenant?"

san giggled in agreement, "i think he cheated in the exam..."

"yah!" the two ran away as mingi chased them.

you whisper to yourself as you point at the nose with your pen, "see? seonghwa's nose is long and slender... but this one, it's... how should i put it?"

you bit the pen, "it's just not him."

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

"the ink is gonna spill in your mouth if you bite any harder."

you blink back and look up to yeosang who was filling a small paper cup with coffee, "you want one?"

you sighed and nodded, "yes, thank you yeo."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

he places the cup on your desk and smiles, "anytime."

you sip the hot coffee,

why would seonghwa lie to me? did he...

your eyes widen, "no!" you slam the cup onto the desk, scaring half of the people in the precinct as the hot coffee splashed onto your hand,

Whether they like or not (Not)

"ah!" you yelped in pain as you fell backwards.

jongho jumped out of his seat and rushed to your side, "jesus m/n! what's up with you today?"

you hold your burning hand as you whine in pain, "i also wanna know..."

jongho is clearly confused but he brushes if off and sighs, "don't work too hard. you know what happens when you do like most of the time, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeah, i need to chill out.

as the next day rolled by, you sat idly at your desk the entire time. pen in your mouth as you bit at the rear, forehead creasing as you mentally pieced the evidences and alibis together. you sighed and leaned back into your chair,

god, this is too complicated.

"biting your pen again, i see?" you throw your head backwards to see yeosang carrying a stack of documents.

you whistled, "where you going with all that stuff?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeosang sighed, "yunho said he needed me to get these all sent to hq." you hummed as he looked past you to the many pieces of notes and files scattered on your desk, "still working on kim?"

you look back and sighed, "yeah, i don't know why it gets more complicated as i dig further."

"give me a second." yeosang retreats to his own desk and places down the documents before returning and picking up the files of seonghwa and the maid, "i see why it's hard for you m/n."

you perk up, "what, why is that?"

you move to the side as yeosang drags his own chair over and sits down after placing the files down. he points at the pictures,

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i mean, look at their faces."

you follow his finger, "they look practically like twins to me. if you looked at them from any other angle than the front, you'll surely never tell them apart." your eyes widen, "wait, that's right!"

you quickly click on the security footage of gates again, "i've only ever been able to tell the two apart is because seonghwa always wears nice and luxurious clothes, whereas the maid is the complete opposite."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you turn to see yeosang's smug grin and bounced off your seat, "i have to go." quickly grabbing your coat before jogging to the lift hearing yeosang's diminishing 'you're welcome's. you cursed silently as the lift never came, deciding to run down a few flights of stairs.

of course, why haven't i noticed?

I wanna show you off (Off)

huffing, a few beads of sweat forms at your forehead as you reach the ground floor and quickly run into your car. starting it, you drove off. with one hand, you took out your phone and dialled a number.

seonghwa hummed a soft tune as he was doing some knitting in the living room. suddenly, the phone rang and he placed his tools onto the soft couch and jogged to pick up the phone at the desk,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"this is ms. park seonghwa of-" "seonghwa!"

he felt a blush creep towards his face upon hearing the tired and breathless voice of the detective.

I wanna show you

"ah, detective! is something the matter? why are you calling me at," he glanced at the clock on the wall, "almost seven thirty in the evening?" he leaned onto the desk as he twirled the wire between his finger,

Hold my hand

the all too familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach upon hearing your soothing voice call his name. "apologies, seonghwa. i'm actually on my way to your residence as of now-"

"what, now!?" seonghwa coughed,

You can hit while they watch, boy

"s-sorry, i was just surprised. may i ask why?"

"i just need to confirm a few things regarding the murder case since i'm near to completing it." seonghwa bit his lip, "how far are you?"

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

"ten minutes away, i'll be there shortly." seonghwa looked down at his current attire,

you couldn't see him like this. no way.

No, you hang up, you hang up

"i see. take your time detective, i'll be waiting..." placing the phone down softly, seonghwa rushed upstairs into his bedroom and almost demolished his closet finding the perfect outfit for the occasion.

"is something the matter, ma'am?" seonghwa popped his head out of the closet to see his maid, standing at the doorway.

Somethin' different about you

"ah! right, i totally forgot." the maid watched in confusion as seonghwa dug through his drawers and pulled out an envelope.

"here, this is for the extra work you did for me. thank you, by the way." the maid smiles and takes the envelope with both hands, bowing slightly. "no, i should thank you for providing me such a nice residence."

seonghwa smiles, "the detective will be here shortly, you should leave before anything happens." the maid nods, "take care of yourself, ma'am." "you know i will."

the maid bows once more before jogging to her room and begins packing her things.

Love it when he hit and smack too

finally, seonghwa picks the perfect dress and smirks at the thought of his own image in the dress, but his confident smile drops upon seeing his figure in the mirror.

seonghwa noticed his tummy poking from the skin-tight dress. he gulped and turned to his side, the lump being fairly noticeable. he swore he could still hear theodore's nagging at the back of his heda.

look at yourself, do you think you look good?

nobody would want to have sex with somebody of your shape.

what happened to you? you used to look good.

i suppose you've gotten too comfortable since i had money, huh?

seonghwa blinked back tears as the doorbell rang through the mansion. he sniffled as he reassured himself,

there's no theodore anymore.

he's not here to belittle you.

it's your world now, whatever you want.

i shouldn't be nervous.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

he looked at his reflection in the mirror again, this time his eyes dark and lidded, my dear detective is the one that should be nervous.

upon hearing the bell ring again, he rushed downstairs. waving goodbye to the maid who was leaving through the backdoor, seonghwa brushed his dress and took a deep breath before opening the door. the sight of your crumpled dress shirt and messy hair made his knees weak.

"please, come in detective." you nodded before walking inside. "should we have a drink before we start?"

you perked up, "a drink? is it a special occasion?"

seonghwa giggled, "yes, we are about to crack the case! it most definitely is a special occasion." you smiled gently as you sat at the couch, "how about we go upstairs?"

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

you felt your throat go dry as you swallowed, "up...stairs?" seonghwa leaned down as he toyed with the collar of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours.

"yes, it's more comfortable," you shivered upon feeling his cold fingers brush against your neck, "and i can feel all the tiredness emitting from you. i must say you work diligently, detective."

you could feel seonghwa's hot breath fanning your face, "y-yeah, that's why they call me the best." seonghwa smirked as he pulled away and slowly walked towards the stairs with you following.

Suck a little dick in the bathroom

upon reaching the bedroom, you're surprised when you saw a filled wine glass with another empty one at its side. "ah! please don't mind that detective, i've been drinking recently."

you slowly nod, "right." seonghwa sits at the side of his bed before patting the spot next to him, "let's sit here."

Front-seat chillin' with the window down

you were surprised to say the least. you'd always fantasize about this, but now that it were actuall happening to you, you felt yourself almost shy away at the offer.

wait, no. stay focused, m/n. this is not the time for all those dirty thought.

you nodded before taking a seat next to seonghwa, bed dipping at the weight of both of you.

I be ten toеs down on the dash, gettin' fast food

seonghwa turned to the bedside table where a bottle of wine and an empty glass stood, "let me pour you a drink, detective. it's been so lonely in this mansion since the tragic untimely passing of my dear theodore."

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you hummed as you watched the dark red liquid fall into the glass smoothly.

seonghwa passed you the glass as he stood up to get his own, "so, how is the investigation going?" you shrug, "we all think it's the maid."

seonghwa blinks in surprise, "the maid?"

put your name in the streets

"yeah, i mean she's the only one whose alibi is incomplete and she was acting so weird during the interrogation." you take a large gulp as he sighed.

your brows furrowed at the bitter taste on your tongue, isn't sauternes supposed to be sweet?

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

seonghwa smiles apologetically, "oh detective, i thought you were smarter than that."

"wha-" suddenly your head began to spin as your grip on the glass loosened. "detective?" you look over to seonghwa as your vision blurred, "uh-"

Fuck what they heard,

then, you fell backwards onto the mattress, red wine spilling all over your white blouse. "goodness!"

you groan as you tried to move, however proving to be futile as your limbs stayed dead still on the bed.

I don't fuck with them birds

"what's... what's hap-" your eyes widen as you look towards seonghwa, who you could see is smirking slightly.

"the wine,"

you breathed, "you drugged it." he giggled and turned towards you,

I'm a mean kitty,

"i knew you were clever detective." you eyes darted around his face in confusion, "but how? you had wine too-"

seonghwa smiles upon your realisation, "you... had your drink prepared." you groaned and stared up at the ceiling,

don't get stabbed with the rat tooth

"damn it! how did i miss that?" seonghwa stroked your arm as you shivered,

"it's absolutely alright, detective. not everyone can catch every single detail, not even you." you look into his eyes, expression unchanging.

Boys be mad that I don't fuck incels

"you think i don't know it's you, right?"

seonghwa perked up, "you know?"

Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail

you smirked, "of course i know. only the best detective in the city can figure that out." seonghwa bit his lip as he straddles you,

"you got some wine on you detective." ignoring you, he plucks a tissue from the box on the bedside table, "here, let me get it for you..."

I love you, I wanna big chill

you were surprised when he leaned down and licked a swipe from your collar to your jawline, making you groaned suddenly.

"god, you taste divine..." he went down once again and sucked at your adam's apple, licking and sucking as if it were his last meal.

Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill

you bit back moans as you gripped the sheets beneath you. he leaned higher into your ear and whispered,

Take you 'round the world,

"so what if i killed him? even for a smart man such as yourself, you won't be able to get physical evidence anyways."

they don't have to understand

pulling away, seonghwa's grin didn't falter even under your lustful gaze. "you knew theodore's lazy and never bothered to fix the old security cameras, that's why it only captures one-fourth of the full picture."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

seonghwa bit his lip excitedly as your smirk grew, "you used that as an advantage and dressed the maid in your clothes knowing people would mistake her for you as you two are similar in appearances."

seonghwa hummed as he began unbuttoning your blouse slowly, eyes never leaving yours. "you stayed back while she left at 3pm and killed theodore.

Baby, can you call me back?

afterwards, you left through the back and the person that came back at 4pm was indeed you. you purposely left out bits in her alibi so we'd blame her and forget about how you could've been a suspect too."

seonghwa clapped as you finished your speech, "100%, brilliant!" he clasped his hands together as he stares lovingly, "oh detective, do you even know why i killed theodore?"

I miss you

you shrugged, "probably cause he's a bad husband and doesn't give you love?" he hummed, "partly, but not exactly."

as he finishes unbuttoning the last button of your blouse, you shivered at the cold air hitting your chest as he admired your abdomen. it looks exactly like how i had imagined it.

It's so lonely in my mansion

"i did it because of you."

you blinked in surprise, "...me?"

seonghwa brushed a few strands of loose hair back, "yes, you! because i love you. ever since that day we met, i've never been able to stop thinking abut you."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa smiled apologetically, "i missed you so dearly that i found out it was the only way to see you again. plus i'd have gotten rid of the obstacle that separated us."

you tilt your head slightly, "but how are you sure i feel the same way?"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa chuckled, "i can tell since the drug had worn off a few minutes ago, yet you didn't move." your eyes widen as he teased,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i wonder why?" you gulp as you feel seonghwa place his hands on top of yours before guiding them to his hips.

seonghwa slowly grinds into you as you let out a shaky breath. "what do you think your doing?" he bites his lip upon feeling your erection pressing against his own.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i'm doing what we've both wanted for so, so long." he leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that is slow and sensual; what the both had longed for.

I wanna show you

you prodded yourself up with your elbows as your blouse slid off your shoulders, seonghwa felt heat rise to his cheeks when your grip on his hips tightened possessively. he pulled away breathing heavily,

"oh love, you have no idea how much i needed that."

Hold my hand

you stare into his eyes, taking everything in and not even blinking once. seonghwa squirms in his position on your lap as you let your hands slid up his dress, lifting the fabric higher.

you broke eye contact to look him up and down, breath getting heavier by the second. you saw in the corner of your eyes when seonghwa swallowed dryly.

you cooed and softly rubbed his thighs, "what's wrong, sweets?"

seonghwa avoided your worried gaze as he looks down at his hands, "i know the dress doesn't fit me like it used to..."

he tried sucking his stomach in, but the rolls only became more prominent, seonghwa bit his lip in embarrassment.

You can hit while they watch, boy

seonghwa had forgotten about himself as he was so focused on you, that's one of the reasons he liked you so much. you made him forget all about his flaws and imperfections.

your eyes widen at this newfound behaviour in seonghwa. never in your life had you imagined seonghwa to be so, so... insecure. in your eyes, he was this confident man with a rich husband and everything he ever wanted. however, it made you fall deeper in love with him. you adored that he was willing to show this new side to you.

you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head upwards to look at you, "hey... i think you look absolutely stunning today,"

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

you whispered before pressing your foreheads together as you sighed deeply, "you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you in that dress again..."

"really...?" seonghwa said, in uncertainty from his tone.

'Cause love is pain,

you didn't reply, only pulling him impossibly closer to you as you captured his lips again. seonghwa whined in response,

softly yanking at the hairs on your nape as your other hand went higher and higher into his dress.

but I need this shit (Yeah)

you could tell he was getting flustered from how hot his skin was getting. you let your tongues wander and fuse as you felt a string wrap around his hip, you smirked into the kiss and pulled away suddenly, leaving seonghwa panting and wanting for more.

We fuck too good when the bean kicks in

"wearing a thong? gosh, ms. park. and here i thought you were a woman of great dignity." seonghwa moaned quietly as you snapped the string of the thong, hitting against his skin.

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

seonghwa grinds further, "how can i keep my legs closed when the man of my dreams is right here? of course i need to impress."

you felt your breath caught in your throat when seonghwa lifted his dress, revealing the white lacy thong that covered right over the mound of his erection,

Don't give a fuck where the penis been (Uh)

a wet splotch in the middle as his cock twitched. seonghwa watched as your eyes became more lidded, trailing up his body as if he were your feast.

you bit your lip upon seeing the small pudge of fat that spilled over the thong, "wow," you muttered breathlessly.

Boy, you're the one,

your mind went blank as you dipped your head down and nuzzled against the warm fat, squishing the meat at his hips.

seonghwa shrieks in horror as he tangled his fingers in your hair, a futile attempt to pull a man twice his size off of him.

you're the only man

"s-stop! get off me," seonghwa cried as his face flushed red, never had theodore done such things to him. it made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach.

Me and you on my OnlyFans

you pressed a few wet kisses against the plush flesh of his belly as seonghwa softly laid onto the bed. you pulled away and grinned at the man below you,

Holy cow,

"so pretty..." you kissed his inner thigh as seonghwa whined.

you're the Holy Trin'

"i want you now... please," seonghwa laid his arms next to his head, silently begging you to take his clothes off.

Hold me down when a hole need dick

you smirked, "yes, your highness."

seonghwa inhaled sharply as your slender fingers softly slid against his skin, moving upwards painfully slow as the fabric followed.

Be my security, it's your therapy

seonghwa whined, "come on, hurry!"

you only halted your movements and cooed at the male, "i don't want this pretty dress to tear, though." you teased. seonghwa thrashed in your hold as tears formed in the corners of his eyes,

With you, I ain't holding shit back

"please! we can get a new one-" you cut him off with a wet kiss as he tangled his hands in your hair once again. you groan into the kiss when his fingers yank at your scalp a little.

When I need my space, you give that

"but you said it's a custom made, remember?" you whispered against his lips. the littlest details you remembered about seonghwa made his stomach churn, unlike that damned theodore.

When he broke my heart, you fixed that

seonghwa stares at the string of saliva connected at yours and his bottom lip before looking back up at you, blushing as he realised you'd been staring at him the entire time.

With a long walk on the beach

"you still remembered?" he whispered softly.

you smirk as you brush his hair back, leaving butterfly kisses on the shell of his earlobes, making him shiver. "of course i remember,"

you gently knead his waist, "how can i forget?"

Love it when they honk-honk on the street (Beep)

you let your lips hover against his, but made no move to connect them together. you could hear seonghwa's uneven breath, making you chuckle softly.

"i remember everything," you kiss up his neck, "and i mean everything, about you."

When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (Yeah)

seonghwa whines before pulling your neck towards him suddenly. he pouts, "if you don't take off this damn dress now, i won't let you fuck me." you smirk and card your fingers through his slick-back hair,

We a whole damn joint, we a energy

"don't be so impatient, princess." seonghwa glares warningly as you chuckle softly, "alright, alright. i hope you're ready for what's next."

seonghwa couldn't even process anything as the dress was slipped off his body in one fast move, he shivered as the cold air hit his body.

Baby, we could just ride on our enemies

pushing him back onto the bed, you let your finger hover over his hole as seonghwa's cock twitched in his thong, calling for you. you leaned into his ear, "are you ready?"

They all wanna know how you get to me

seonghwa whined and pouted, "can't you just put it in now? i can't wait any longer for you, my love..." you couldn't resist his glossy puppy eyes and gave in, sighing.

however, seonghwa regretted his decision immediately upon seeing your huge cock spring out of your pants, hard with precum leaking at the tip. he shivered, "uh- i think i want to prepare first..."

Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines

you hold his chin with your thumb and index finger and tilt his head up, "backing down now? hm, i don't think so." letting go of your chin, you lined yourself up before gripping his hips roughly.

"ah- no! it-it'll rip...!" tears formed at the corner of seonghwa's eyes as you pushed in quickly, stretching him out in one go. seonghwa moaned whorishly when your tip hit his prostate with the first thrust, proving how big you really are.

'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said

seonghwa gripped the sheets beneath him as he arched his back, "ah! oh-oh my god... it- nghh- it's too much, m/n..."

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

there was an animalistic glint in your eyes upon hearing your name roll out of his mouth, "say it again," you said simply.

"h-huh?" it was hard for seonghwa to focus on your words when your huge cock was damn near to poking through his stomach, the full feeling in his stomach made him dizzy.

Like why are you capping me?

"say my name again." you growled into his ear, seonghwa felt himself physically and mentally melt. you groaned lowly upon the warm feeling of seonghwa clenching onto you.

"m-m/n, fuck me!" he cried.

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

you moaned when you heard your name again. your grip on his hips was so hard, seonghwa swore it'd bruise. suddenly, you pulled out and thrust back in quickly.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa screamed as he yanked at your hair, making you groan. his toes curled and thighs trembled, "oh! ngh, yeah- right there!"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa shivered when you buried your face into his neck, hot breath tickling his neck.

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa loved this. he smirked at the knowledge that none of his friends that fantasised about you would ever have you like he did, they would pay millions and even consider leaving their own husbands to be beneath you.

I wanna show you off (Off)

but here seonghwa was, making love to the very same man most of his female friends hoped to have. the thought alone made him feel all giddy, how you chose him over any of those women.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

seonghwa was suddenly brought back to reality when you sucked at him neck, making him squirm. "mm,,, n-not there, ah!" seonghwa felt you smirk into his neck as he continued his harsh thrusts.

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

tears rolled down seonghwa's cheek as he came untouched with you following soon after. you panted heavily as you looked down to admire your artwork, "i wish i could frame this exact moment, love."

seonghwa smirked, "that's not possible, but i hope you engrave this into your mind." you stroke his cheek, "you know i will."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you pulled out and watched your hot cum drip from his hole and onto the sheets, dampening it. you bit your lip as your cock became hard again just at the thought of breeding your beloved.

seonghwa gasped as you rubbed your erection against his entrance again, "w-what! again?" you nodded shamelessly and only nuzzled into his stomach, "but we just did it-"

seonghwa was cut off when you pushed yourself in again. he whimpered, still not getting used to your size. this time, seonghwa clung onto your back as you thrusted upwards. even though your thrusts were slow, each thrust hit against his prostate, making seonghwa's eyes roll back.

I wanna show you off (Off)

he cried as you sucked more hickies on his neck, his nails leaving angry red lines down your back as you only shivered. "ah... i'm gonna fill you up,"

seonghwa's eyes widen as he stares into your lust-filled ones, "i'm gonna make you carry my babies..." seonghwa moaned at the thought, overstimulated cock leaking obscene amounts of precum.

"that way, you'll be mine forever." seonghwa's vision began blurring as he muttered your name over and over, not even comprehending his or your words.

I wanna show you (Off)

"forever, forever, forever..." you mumbled again and again with each harsh thrust you sent. seonghwa whimpered as he closed his eyes, sounds of skin clapping and bed creaking filled the room.

anyone who passed by the room would know what was going on inside instantly, that's how loud and unholy the sounds were. but it turned seonghwa on to no end.

you smirked, "pretty baby..."

Yeah, yeah

leaning down, you suckle on seonghwa's nipple suddenly, making his body jolt. "h-hey! ah- not there, d- ngh! don't..." seonghwa's back arched as you bit down onto his chest, the pleasure of your thrusts and the pain of your teeth clashing together.

I wanna show you off (Off)

pulling away, you smile at your teeth mark you left around his nipple. you tutted, "i can't leave the other one unattended, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa gulped as you attached yourself to his other nipple, pulling it with your teeth. seonghwa cried and whimpered as he sunk his head back onto the soft pillow below his head, hands gripping your arms as he twitched and trembled.

I wanna show you (Yeah)

seonghwa felt your cock twitch and thrusts grow sloppy as you slowly reached your orgasm, him following.

a few more thrusts was all it took before you released your second load into seonghwa. he responded by moaning and arching his back, mesmerised by the warm feeling invading his stomach as he came in long, white ropes.

Yeah, yeah

you thrust a few more times as you came down from your high before pulling out. seonghwa whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, feeling your cum slowly flow out of his hole.

I wanna show you off (Off)

you collapse next to seonghwa, wrapping him in the thick blanket before spooning the male. "do you wanna clean up?" you ask.

seonghwa shook his head and nuzzled into your neck, "stay for the night, please." you grinned and kissed the top of his head, "what kind of person would i be if i left?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you two laid in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up, "marry me." seonghwa's eyes widen as he sat up immediately, hair a mess as his cheeks flush red.

"a-are you serious?" you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, "yes, i am." seonghwa bit his lip worriedly, "b-but what about theodore, what do i do? what do you do? what-"

I wanna show you

you cut off his rambling by kissing him lovingly. the kiss filled with nothing but pure love and yearning for the other, "i'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

you intertwine your hands with seonghwa's when he sniffled, pressing your foreheads together.

Hold my hand

"i love you, park seonghwa." he nodded as his bottom lip trembled,

"or should i say, l/n seonghwa?"

You can hit while they watch, boy

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felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna · 9 months ago

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😭😭😭😭

#happy birthday seonghwa #seonghwa #wooyoung #park seonghwa #jung wooyoung #ateez

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nebulousbrainsoup · 1 year ago

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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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