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last-words-ofashootingstar · 28 days

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Reminder; Don't Forget

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❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: i want park seonghwa to be mean to me while wearing a tank top, that is all ➯a/n: i'm going to start posting drafts that haven't been touched in over a month so they don't just collect dust, enjoy ya filthy animals

✃ "You need a reminder of who's good girl you are."

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(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: YANDERE SMUT (hinted mafia/crime au)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: THIS IS A DARK FICTION. EMPHASIS ON DARK FICTION. i do no condone pretty much anything seonghwa does in this fanfic. this is very dark, the darkest i've gone so if you are uncomfortable with that check out something else. we have here: dark/yandere/savior complex hwa, degrading, unsafe physical restraint, choking, destruction of personal property, shaming, dubcon, extremely possessive behavior, some ddlg themes, slapping, praise, yelling, captivity, crying, knifes thrown at reader as a punishment(none hit!!), threats of violence, manipulation, mind break, hair pulling, mention of edging, face humping, throat fucking, messy bj, not proof read

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"Did you forget your place, hm? It certainly seems like it, acting like a slut when you're mine!" His grip on your neck tightens, a chuckle leaving his furled lips as you grab at his tank top desperately trying to force out apologies through the pressure he puts on your wind pipes. "What, you can't even say that you're sorry? Another's man's number in your phone and you can't tell me you're sorry?"

Oh he's evil, he loves to see you squirm. And squirm you do: pushing against his heavy weight on your hips and clawing at his arm as your lungs beg for air.

He lets go, arms crossing his chest as he leans back nonchalantly, every bit of his weight in your lap as you heave. "Hwa-seong...Hwa, I'm s-sorry! I thought, thought, it'd be okay hes just a f-friend-"

"You thought," he laughs cruelly, "are you even capable of that? Dumb little girl," he slaps your jaw, lightly, but it still makes you face the wall with a look of defeat.

"I think for you, is that clear?" You nod, tear stained cheeks gleaming in the light.

"Hey, am I clear?" he shouts this time, making you jump.

"Yes! Yes, Hwa, clear..."

"There's my good girl—" He brushes back your hair, cooing as you lean away, "you're the prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on, and you think men don't see that? You think they're blind? Or are you really just that naiive, pretty baby?" His cool finger tips trail down to the blooming bruise on your neck, pressing softly to make you whine. "Give me your phone."

He's up and off your body in a second flat, letting you catch your breath as you slowly manage to pull yourself to your knees. He doesn't press you to hurry or yell, he doesn't do anything but sit back in the bean bag chair he gifted you for previously good behavior and watch you like a hawk. His legs spread and hands on his knees, resisting the urge to snatch you up. When you turn and see him on the other side of the room, you simply outstretch your arm with the old prepaid phone he provided you with a few weeks ago. "Bring it here," he commands lowly, eyes tracking your every move as you slowly move towards him on your knees- having no energy to stand.

He spreads his legs further, a silent instruction. You slot yourself between them and hold the phone to him tentative, shoulders relaxing as he takes it. "Thank you, beautiful. See, isn't it easy when you listen to me?" He unlocked the phone quickly, eyes flicking to you darkly when you go to take it back. "Got something to hide?" You shake your head, looking down as he takes your hands and places them on each of his thighs. "Don't move."

So you don't, simply breathing deeply to replenish your abused lungs while he combs through your phone with a fine toothed comb. You know you haven't done anything truly wrong, but it seems like he has different definitions to you.

"Good girl..." He whispers to himself as he sees the message of you shooting down the idea your friend tried to corrupt you with, to go out without him. "Stupid, but good..." He continues as he reads through every message with the phone number of the man. He monitors everything you do, it was only a matter of time before he got around to checking all of the numbers in your phone and their owners.

"Aw, you really are just naiive, huh? My poor little angel. Cant even tell when someone's trying to take you away from me-" He tuts his tongue, setting the phone down on the floor. When you go to pick it up, he kicks your hand away. "Sorry, Baby, you can't be trusted with big girl stuff yet. Gotta learn first." He smashes the device beneath his booted heel, a squeal passing through your lips at the loud metallic crunch.

"Hwa!" A pouty whine comes before you can stop it, tears welling up in your eyes all over again. When he cocks his eyebrow up, you cower between his legs, stuttering quietly. "Sorry, m'sorry..." He swipes the destroyed phone to the side with his boot before tapping your hip with it. You shuffle quickly, untying his shoes with a shaky breath.

"I know you get bored baby, but I can't have others corrupting your mind. I'll get you some new books, maybe even a TV for in here if you're extra good." You whisper a soft thank you, and a promise you will be as you set his shoes off to the side neatly.

"Look up at me, Doll. C'mon don't be angry," you look up at him as softly as you can, a groan of affection bubbling past his throat, "there's my pretty little thing." You rub your fingers on his jean-clad legs in an attempt to ground yourself as he looks down at you like a predator that's spotted it's next meal.

"Aren't you so happy you have me to take care of you? Who knows what others would do to that pretty face of yours— not to mention that pretty cunt."

A heat immediately finds it way to your face, and he laughs deeply. "Oh, please, don't be coy. You know as well as I do that if I didn't take you out of there that that little hole would be ruined in an hour. I saved you."

You hide your face in his lap, mind racing. It's true that he's more gently than other people you've had the dis-pleasure of encountering in his line of work. But that doesn't make him any less over bearing and obsessive. His possessiveness bordering on ownership. Sometimes you're truly thankful he scooped you up before anyone else could touch you- other times you curse him for it.

He rubs the back of your head gently, leaning up in the slouching chair, like he can sense your thoughts. "You aren't going anywhere, Baby. You're mine- until the day you die and even after that. Even God himself couldn't pry you away from me. You are mine. Do you understand that?" You nod into his lap, a quiet 'yes,hwa' muffled by his jeans. "Such a sweet thing," he whispers before gripping your hair and pulling you up, earning a gasp.

That glint in his eyes- "Hwa, wait, wait—" he did no such thing, standing up with his clothed crotch in your face, pulling your hands up to his belt.

"You need a reminder of who's good girl you are-"

"No-"

"No?!" He laughed in disbelief, nails digging into your scalp as he makes you look up at him, the stretch of your neck uncomfortable as he cranes it up. There's a sharp hunger in his eyes, "you're so cute -so, so, so, cute when you're defiant... but I'm not in the fucking mood. Get your ass up," he tugs you up by your hair, ignoring the sharp yelps that tremble past your lips.

"Ple-ase don't take me downstairs! I'll be good, I'll be good!"

"It's okay baby, we aren't going downstairs," he positions you back to the wall and backs up, pushing you back when you try to follow and apologize. "I'm too tired." The glimmer of hope is stomped out as he unlocked his side of the nightstand. "You can take your punishment here."

"Hwa... I'm real sor-" A skinny throwing knife that thuds into the wall next to your head shuts you up quick, a squeal replacing your pleas.

"Been looking after you so much, I'm rusty-" He throws another with a groan, hiding his smirk as you jump, "stay still baby, I'm out of practice." You can't help but duck as it thunks into the wall just above your head.

"Stand up straight!" His booming voice shakes you to your core, and you stand as straight as you can manage with the knot forming in your gut. You grip the wall with your finger tips, looking down at your feet so you don't see the sharp objects coming. You've found that it's less fearful that way.

Knife after knife is thrown, each dull thump making you twitch as they're buried into the drywall in the outline of your body.

When they finally stall, his sock clad feet come into view, his curved knuckle lifting your chin. The flame in his eyes has faded to a simmer, an almost fond one. "Are you done being a brat? Or should I let my hand slip next time I need target practice?"

"I'm done..." you speak with a gulp, body still frozen against the wall lest you move and graze against the blades.

He seems to sense your thoughts once again, cooing softly as he notices your tense shoulders. "C'mon, sweet girl," he carefully pulls you straight out from the wall and twirls you around.

He wraps his arms around under yours and grips your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and resting his chin on your head. "Your life in my hands... Such a delicate thing you are." You eyes trail over the outline of your body, traced with throwing daggers. "If you just behaved, I wouldn't have to scare you. It's the best way for you to learn, my love. That fear you feel when we go downstairs, when I have you pinned up- that's the fear you would feel every waking moment without me. Just be a good girl, and let me protect you..."

"...Okay, I'm sorry, Hwa... I don't know why I act out," You don't know if you're telling the truth anymore. It is even acting out? You sometimes think you have a right to.

Maybe— "Maybe you like it when I'm mean to you."

You don't know what you would have thought, but that wasn't it. You think he likes being mean to you. He always finds a reason to punish you: whether it be with bone chilling fear or being pushed to your sexual edge and then repeatedly denied.

Some days, he's softer with the sexual aspect of his obsession with you.

He turns you back around and shoves you to his knees, right back into his clothed bulge where you started. "I want to claim you, I'm going to claim you. Every part. Take it off now before I decide to skull fuck you." Your breath hitches in your throat, lip trembling at his threat, knowing full well he will follow through.

Today is not one of those days, you realize.

You hands quickly find their way to his belt, unbuckling the golden buckle and letting it dangle, the button undone next and the zipper followed. He didn't bother to kick his jeans off, or even pull them down. Only his cock out, twitching to life infront of you inpatiently. "You belong to me, I'm gonna get that through your thick skull" -he flicks your head- "even if I have to use my cock."

He rubs against your cheek, sighing out in pleasure at the feeling of your hot embarrassed face. "Say my name," he whispers deeply, eyes swirling with an unreadable mix of emotions.

"Seonghwa," you pant out shyly, eyes closed as you feel him rutting against your face, his pre cum smearing on your cheek bone. His grip is continually becoming softer, loving as he lewdly humps your head. Your hands find purchase on his sock clad feet, helping you lift up your body into him. "Seonghwa," it comes out as a moan, and a thick groan comes from him in response.

He steps back just an inch, looking down at your tear stained face, his fresh pre-cum glimmering on the side of your face.

His full lips curve into a smile, his previously angry facade fading as quick as it came when he busted in the door earlier, while he lifts you to the bed and lets your head hang.

He's even beautiful when viewed upside down-

"You make it hard to ever leave your side, pretty girl. I could spend the rest of my life buried in any of your gorgeous holes, I love you so much."

"I love you, Hwa. I-" Your breath catches in your throat as the words tear through your throat. "I do want you to claim me, I want to know I'm yours." One of your hands seems to sprout a mind of its own, wrapping around the base of his thick and smooth girth. "Let me take care of you, and you take care of me."

A groan dies on his lips, shuddering as you slowly stroke him, the words you speak shooting through his heart and down to his balls. "Let me be your good girl. Please, I know I can!"

The fear he instilled in you just moments ago festered into a need to please, to solidify your place by his side so he would never leave. He never would dream of it- leaving you. You are his heart and soul personified. You hold his entire being in your hands, and you have no idea.

"Yeah? Gonna be my good girl again? Make it up to me?" His heart flutters as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth opening wide for him and tongue lolling out."Fuck, that's a good girl," he spreads his legs around your dangling head, slim fingers gathering yours to your chest and holding them ever so softly as he slips right down your throat.

The hot, velvety skin encasing him makes him moan loudly, squeezing your hands to ground himself and keep himself from fucking your skull like his life depends on it. But, oh, how he wants to—

"Good fucking girl, that's it, just like I taught you," you gulp around his overwhelming length, eyes closing as you focus on breathing through your nose, the smell of his body wash somehow soothing to your fried nervous system.

He holds himself back as long as he can, thrusting in your throat slowly and basking in the warmth of it. But as your saliva builds, nowhere to go, and the wet and lewd squelch of your throat grows louder, he can no longer do that. He intertwines his fingers with yours and lets you squeeze tightly, a soft growl letting you know his arousal is at a peak before he loses all control-

His hips draw back and slam into you, the head of his cock poking at the very depth of your throat and making you gag, and the noise just stirs him on, going again and again and again to hear that sweet sound of you choking around him. Sticky saliva tainted with the white of his pre-cum drips from the corners of your stretched mouth, dripping up your face. It seems like the onslaught will never end, but he has bigger plans for his building release.

The moment your throat is free of his cock, you draw in a large gasp, all of the wetness in your mouth dripping like a waterfall, letting you heave as he watches with dark eyes. Not that you can see the lust driven look on his face, if you were to open your eyes you'd be blinded by spit and cum.

He discards his pants and top as he lets you catch your breath, cooing all the while about how good you just did for him. He uses the softness of his tank top to wipe away most of the filth on your face, and you finally peek your eyes open as you feel him lift you.

You swear there's hearts swirling in the darkness of his eyes as he scans your messy face, a permanent smirk plastered on his features. "Pretty girl, you're such a mess for me," you can only pant in response, leaning into the palm he places on your cheek as he lays you down right-side-up, letting your head collide with the soft pillows.

The moment he put a pillow under your back, you knew you were in for a long ride.

And by the end of it, you wouldn't forget who you belong to.

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hwalilac · 1 year

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Little Thing

⇴ pairing: park seonghwa x virgin!f!reader

⇴ genre: smut, fluff

⇴ words: 1.3k

⇴ warnings: reader is insecure, mentions of stretch marks, oral (f!receiving), unprotected, loss of virginity

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“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

You met each other at the local bar, moving it to your bedroom fairly quickly. It was a split second decision, not one you’ve ever made before, never bringing anyone home before. He was so pretty, like the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. His eyes were incredibly hypnotizing. You soon came to find out how his voice was too.

He led you in your apartment by your back, the prospect of what’s about to happen lingering in your mind. You’ve never had sex before. And honestly it’s scaring you how quickly you’re willing to give it up to him. Your body, your first time.

His hands were all over you the second you got to your bedroom, hands gripping your waist tightly, not wanting to let go. You bet he’s possessive. He pushes you into your room, you backing up towards the bed, sitting down. Now that you’re almost getting to the point, you’re starting to get a bit nervous. You didn’t wanna ruin the mood, but you also didn’t wanna withhold stuff.

“Seonghwa?” you ask quietly, your voice sounding so sweet to him. “Yes angel?” he smiles. You blush at the nickname.

“I’m a virgin.”

He looks at you with shock on his face, stunned that a virgin would want a one night stand. He’s never been the type to take advantage of someone, so he can’t help but ask if you’re okay with this. A part of him secretly wishes you say yes, as he’s dying to take you and make your sweet little face twist into one of pleasure and ecstasy.

You of course say yes, you wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity to spend a night with him. “Lay down angel,” he quietly demands. You shakily lay down, letting out a quick breath you were holding in. He thinks it’s so cute how nervous you are. He won’t tell you that though, for fear your face would get even redder than it is now.

He stalks towards you, touching your thigh as soon as it’s in range of his cold hands. You shiver, the feeling startling you. You look up at the ceiling, waiting for him to touch you further. His other hand comes up to your shirt, sliding it under and squeezing your bare waist. He slowly pulls down your skirt, fingers dragging down your legs. You quickly pull off your shirt to help him out.

“Good girl.”

You look down at him to see his eyes looking to your thighs, then to your breasts, admiring your body. “Can I take these off?” he asks, putting his fingers into the band of your underwear. You blush but nod, looking anywhere but him.

His eyes immediately go to your core, fingers twitching to feel the obvious wetness twinkling from the moonlight. You look delectable, laying there all innocently, waiting for his next move. He leans down and just stares straight at your pussy. You can’t help but blush even harder, feeling quite exposed to him. “Seong-” you’re about to ask him what’s wrong when you feel him dive into your cunt.

The feeling is incredible. His warm tongue laps at your clit, sucking and making you moan so loud. You’ve never felt this before, and he’s so fucking good. You grip the sheets, pulling them into your fists. “Hwa,” you whimper. The nickname makes him groan into your cunt.

“You’re just a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispers in your ear.

Seonghwa pumps his fingers in and out, slowly pushing out your wetness and dripping onto the sheets. “Gotta open you up for my fat fuckin’ cock baby. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He leans back and sees how fucked out you are. He can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s doing this to you, not anyone else.

He crawls onto the bed, hovering over your already sweaty body. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. All innocent for me. So good.” He looks down at your breasts, and he can’t help but rip them off. You gasp, him ripping your bra in half shocking you.

“Seonghwa that was brand new!” you yell, mouth agape. He laughs in his cute way before leaning down and sucking a bud into his mouth. Your mouth drops back open even wider this time. The feeling wasn’t as good as him on your cunt, but your body is so sensitive that even this feels so good.

You can’t help but reach up and grab his hair, holding him there. You would be too shy to do this if it weren’t for the good amount of alcohol in your blood. He travels his kisses up to your neck, licking and sucking, placing marks along with every kiss. He then travels his kisses back down your stomach, along your stretch marks.

“So pretty, so so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. You fight the urge to tear up. You never thought a man would admire your marks like he is right now. He traces every mark, admiring and kissing each one of them.

He gets back up off the bed, and starts taking his pants off. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel, angel.” The way you’re looking at him with your doe eyes is making him weak, but also making him want to destroy you. Make you cum so hard that the neighbors will hear your screams and moans.

He lines up his hard, dripping with pre-cum cock to your tight hole, and checks to see if you’re ready. You nod, so eager to feel him. He pushes in, and your immediately groan at the shear size of him. It’s a little painful, but he soothes you by rubbing your arms up and down, kissing you neck as well.

He thrusts deeply, hitting a spot that makes you lunge forward, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t help but reach for him. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you. You need something to ground you, because you think you might lose it.

He goes harder and harder, making the bed shake. The feeling is so hard to describe, as it’s nothing you’ve ever felt before. Pure pleasure. All you can think about is how good this feels. You try to voice to him that it feels amazing but all that can come out of your mouth is mumbles. “Aw, is my angel being fucked dumb by my big cock? You too dumb to speak?”

You’re so overwhelmed with everything happening, his cock slamming into you, his dirty works, his fingers on your nipples. You feel something warm in your stomach, something hurtling towards you at such a quick pace. “Hwa s-something feels w- ah- weird !!” you warn. But he doesn’t listen, he just keeps fucking you, moaning and groaning at every thrust.

You finally feel it, the sensation hitting you like a truck. You mouth drops open in a silent moan, your eyes leaking tears at how good it feels, overwhelming you. He quickly pulls out when you clench down on him, cumming on the sheets in between your legs.

“So good for me baby, what a good girl you are,” he praises again. He leans forward and kisses you, his lips so soft and sweet tasting. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to start cleaning you up. As soon as your clean, he starts putting his boxers on.

You’re thinking he’s gonna leave you here, alone, which makes your heart drop. But you’re surprised when he turns around and jumps on the bed next you and helps get your bra and panties back on. He grabs your body and pulls you half onto him, making your your nice and cozy in his arms.

“You didn’t think I was gonna leave after taking your virginity and spending an amazing night with you? Did you?” he looks at you with the softest eyes. You nod, but smile, glad he’s staying.

“So… when’s our first date?”

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