#bruising

Hmmm.. Reece after being tied up to a chair

(some of this information comes from martial arts experience.)

Content: kidnapping, beating, bone injuries, bruising

The impact that doesn't hurt right away, and then it starts burning like it's boring a hole into your flesh. Victim holding their ribs, and then wincing and doubling over as the pain starts to hit

Pain makes you breathless, your whole body amps up

Did you know you can bruise a bone? It works similar to a fracture and hurts in a different way too, like a shocking, hissing ache. It might never go back to its original shape and be permanently dented and fragile. Same idea as the "glass jaw" phenomenon (but I think that refers to repeated breaks)

Bruises over bony areas have more obvious swelling. Swelling causes an aching pulse as blood is pumped through the area. If it's bad, whumpee might groan over and over.

Getting hit in the same place twice is going to bruise a LOT more. Inexperienced whumpee shielding the area, leading to another, more vulnerable area opening up for a hit.

high pressure

seonghwa x reader (storm chasing au)

cw; MDNI, rivals to lovers, angsty tension, bruising, blood mention, fucking from behind, fingering, fluff, dirty talk, storm chasing.

word count; 4k

AN; so, i am not versed in any weather workings or know ANY of the correct terminology. I'm just a gal who wanted to be a storm chaser as a kid and watches documentaries, forgive me if some things are not correct. as always, nothing is real, all fiction, not affiliated with any members of ateez irl.

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Rain lashed against the windows of your truck, creating a comforting pitter-patter as you continued observing the screen in front of you. Thunderstorms had formed 8.3 miles west-southwest of El Reno, ferocity increasing with each passing minute. Not once had you moved from your spot, blanket wrapped around you as you watched the data rapidly updating in front of you.

"Any changes?"

Fleeting moment, you raised your eyes from the screen, meeting Wooyoung's gaze. Handing you a bottle of water, his eyes drifted to the radar map that was taking over your screen. Taking the bottle from him, unscrewing the cap, you let out a small breath.

"Storms are increasing. Something is definitely forming, Woo. I have a feeling it's going to be big."

Tapping the screen, you show him the readings on the radar. Wooyoung leaned closer, raising his eyebrows as he took in the scans that were flashing red and yellow.

"You gonna tell our hotshot tagalong?"

Groan of irritation rolled out of you, closing your eyes for a brief moment. Of course, how could you forget about him? How could you forget about his entire crew of uptight colleagues with their array of PhD's and fancy technology. Opening your eyes, you threw an annoyed glance at Wooyoung, nodding woodenly.

"We have no choice, do we? We're stuck with him."

Three days, you and Wooyoung had been chosen by the National Weather Service to team up with the top meteorologist in the state; in the country. Him and his team joining you and your crew.

Park Seonghwa.

Multiple award winner. Breakthrough research. Famous storm analyst.

Someone who had never been out in the field, chasing a twister with their life hanging in the balance. Never witnessed the destruction up close and personal. Well versed in radar maps, accepting awards and documenting research was only going to get you so far. He was completely out of his depth in the practicality of it all.

Long before being able to read radar maps, you always knew when a storm was coming. No matter what, you could always feel the shift in the air, electricity pumping through the atmosphere, feeling the calm before the chaos ensued.

Despite being urged by your parents to complete a PhD, you rejected that idea. You didn't want to be a meteorologist, stuck in a stuffy office, tapping away on a computer. No. Thrill of being out in the rain wrapped wind, observing the raw magnitude of a tornado forming before your very eyes.

Thankfully, Wooyoung had shared the same passion. Stumbling across each other at university one evening, staring up at the dark sky whilst engrossed as you were both enthralled by the wisps of green that tainted the clouds.

Shaking your head, bringing yourself back into the present, taking another sip of the bottled water. Swirls of red on the screen before you started to increase, wind speeds escalating. A sharp rap on the window beside you, almost causing the laptop to fall from your grasp.

Rolling down the window, getting a much better glimpse of him. Umbrella propped over his head, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. Keeping your emotions under wraps was a lot harder than you were ever given credit for. Since the moment you and Seonghwa had been introduced to each other, tension and hostility had shrouded you both.

Every conversation since that first meeting had been unbearable. Clipped and harsh tone always used when he was addressing you. His distaste for "amaeatur" storm chasing evident in every perfect plane of his face.

"Do you grasp the concept at all of how reckless and irresponsible it is to chase a tornado the way you do it?"

One sentence that still boiled your blood everytime it stumbled around in your brain. Judgement rippled off him in hot waves, nothing but condescension. Since then any time you had to speak to him you kept every conversation short and to the point. You didn't want to spend a minute longer in his presence.

Bringing yourself back into the moment, you narrowed your eyes instinctively at Seonghwa, waiting for whatever patronising comment he was about to make.

"The radars are picking up storms that are west-southwest of El Reno."

It was so matter of fact, as if you hadn't been checking the radars yourself. Forcing a tight smile onto your lips, you nodded towards the laptop screen.

"Well aware, sir."

Huff of air snorted from next to you, Wooyoung stifling the laugh that wanted to slip past his lips. Seonghwa's jaw visibly clenched, his grip on the umbrella tightening.

"Are you planning on chasing the storm or just watching it from here?"

Counting to ten in your head was the only thing that was keeping you from replying with nothing but sarcasm.

"Those storms are intensifying but at the moment there is no implication of any rotation to even suggest there will be any tornadic activity."

"Your methodology seems to be based off vibes."

"Well my vibes say that the storm brewing in the east has a better chance of a tornado."

And with that, you roll the window up, cutting the conversation dead.

"I've never seen anyone rile you up that way-"

"Don't get it mixed up, Woo. He doesn't rile me up, he angers me with the way he belittles our way of working. We aren't stupid-"

Handing him the laptop, you put the truck into gear, leaving Seonghwa behind as you leaving the lot of the motel. Skidding onto the road and heading east.

--

Unbelievable destruction carved its way through fields and roads, debris swirling in the air, landing miles and miles away from where it was first picked up. Roaring screamed in your ears, equivalent to multiple freight trains. Wooyoung was sat atop of the truck, camera pointed at the retreating twister, rain soaking you both as you continued observing the chaos.

"Looks like my vibes were right."

Adrenaline buzzed through your veins, wind still whipping at you as you arched an eyebrow, casting a glance towards Seonghwa. Following rapidly with his team after you'd left him in the dust at the motel.

"Incredible, huh?"

Wrong question to ask.

"Incredible? You drove us within a half mile of a violent tornado-"

"Fourteen hundreds yard, actually."

The automatic correction did nothing but expand his crystal clear anger. Shaking his head in disbelief, taking his glasses off, wiping the rain streaked lenses with the bottom of his shirt.

"Most meteorologists would be beyond thrilled to have seen a tornado that close."

"I didn't volunteer to become debris."

Rolling your eyes at his dramatic account of what happened, you turned to face him completely. Poking him in the chest hard, making a point of him still being all in one piece.

"You are not debris, don't be such a hypochondriac. We were perfectly safe."

"Your definition of safe is very warped."

"Is having the last word a insufferable habit of yours?"

Pausing for a brief second, he pushed his glasses back up his nose, before directing his, now, bitter glare back to you.

"Being reckless, irresponsible and having no regard for anyone else's safety must be your insufferable habit."

This time it was him leaving you behind.

Standing in the stripped bare field, the tornado now barrelling towards a small town, all you could do was let Seonghwa's insults bleed into your bones. Wordlessly hiking yourself back into the truck, barely taking in Wooyoung's excited yapping as you drove towards the town that was about to be decimated.

--

Nothing opened your eyes more than seeing the obliteration of a town in the wake of a tornado. The aftermath was always heartbreaking in every form of the word. Whenever you could, you and Wooyoung would help out. Taking survivors to hospitals, getting people out from being trapped, providing support the best possible way you could. Checking the news reports, due to the damage it had been labelled a EF3.

Eventually, as dusk started to fall, you made your way back to the motel. Wooyoung checking in with your other crew that were based in Springfield, Missouri. Sitting in the truck, your forehead resting against the steering wheel. Seonghwa's words were still vibrating around your brain, unable to shake off the detestation that dominated his tone as he spoke.

Enough damage from his words and judgemental behaviour had tipped you over the edge. Slamming the door behind you as you exited the truck, you trudged up the steel steps and made your way to his motel room. Banging on his door with all the harboured loathing from the last few days, body shaking with frustration. Seconds pass and then the door opens, revealing a very different looking Seonghwa.

No pristine clothes. No glasses. No air of assholery. Just a man who was indulging in a book, enjoying some peace. Until you barged your way into his room. Brushing past him, placing yourself in the centre of the room, you no longer held back your emotions.

"Reckless is one thing you do not get to call me- you don't get to imply that I'm a liability-"

"Come on in."

Seonghwa let the door go, closing it with a soft thud as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Do you know how many tornadoes I've been that close to? Do you? You're good with statistics, so tell me."

Raising your eyebrows at him as you momentarily paused your pacing. Throwing your hands up, you continued to pace again.

"You can't because you did zero research on me. Since 2010 I've seen at least 50 tornadoes, half of them I got as close as I did today. The others? I kept my distance because they were violent and beyond evil. You remember the Joplin, Missouri tornado in 2011? We observed it from a safety point, afterwards we went and helped with the clean up for weeks. Moore, Kansas? Again, I made sure none of us were in harm's way. After, we helped transport people to hospitals-"

By this point you were so heated, running a hand through your hair as you were unstoppable with your tirade.

"We don't just chase tornados, collect data and call it a day. I don't put people in danger, so you can take your opinions and shove them up your-"

Ceasing your rant, halting yourself to the spot as you noticed Seonghwa's expression had changed; touch of amusement, mixed with sincerity. Raising his palms, he moved towards you.

"You're right. I should have done more research on you prior to us meeting. For that, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed without checking the facts, that's on me."

Oh.

Silence settled around you both, flicker of emotions running through you as you tried to process what he had said. He'd apologsied. Taken accountability for his behaviour.

"But, you need to take accountability for making assumptions about me too."

Snapping you out of your thought process, eyebrows knitting together as you stared at him incredulously. A scoff slipped past your lips as you mirrored his earlier actions, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You judged me far too quickly. Meteorologist, yes. I did my fair share of storm chasing before college. I stopped because I lost a friend during a chase."

Weights landed in the pit of your stomach, yanking every breath out of you as the words hung heavily in the air. Blinking at Seonghwa, your body tensed as the scenario unfolded in your mind. It would make perfect sense as to why he'd been so hostile towards you. To him you were a reminder of a dark time in his life.

"After that, I enrolled into college, wanted to be a meteorologist, to track and document the storms. Help with the tornado warnings."

Voice low, soft. Perching on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, you finally noticed that he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. A shirt that was stupidly fitting-

"I'm sorry."

Two words that held an immeasurable amount of truth behind them. Small smile graced his lips as he met your gaze. First time since you'd both met the air was light, no venom flowing between you.

"I should probably go- I'm sure Woo is wondering where I am."

Leaving his motel room with your head spinning was enough to put you off the change in air pressure that had fallen over the countryside. Heading back to your own room, you traipsed along the parking lot-

That's when it hit. Wind had picked up a considerable amount, air was thick, real thick. Thunder ricocheted around you, rain battering against the structures around you without any warning. Hail smashed against the gravel, darkness engulfing the entirety of the vicinity you were in. Staring across from the motel, over the east side of the road, you saw it.

Savagely tearing up everything in its wake. No warnings. No sirens. It had manifested out of nowhere. No one had preparation time. Running across the parking lot, wind howling as you started hammering the doors of every motel room. Yelling at the top of your lungs for everyone to seek shelter, find a basement- somewhere to protect themselves.

"Woo- get these people to safety!"

Banging the door of your shared room, yanking it open and getting Wooyoung's full attention. Without question he did as he was told, herding all the panicked and fear stricken civilians to the motels storm shelter.

"Seonghwa-"

His name left your mouth in a sharp gasp, your eyes honing in on the room that he hadn't left. Fighting against the gusts of wind that were throwing pieces of trees and metal your way, clambering up the steps and shoving his door open.

"We have to go-"

Shrieking ripped through the lot, causing Seonghwa's eyes to widen, colour draining from his face at the severity of the situation.

"Do you trust me?"

Extending your hand, posing a question that needed more time than a few seconds to answer. Seonghwa caught your eye, taking your hand with no hesitation as you both ran from the room. Deafening howling filled your ears, rain lashing against you both with an incredible force. Screeching of cars being dragged across the gravel and tossed around like toys. Rounding the back of the motel, too late to attempt to reach the storm shelter, you continued running, never once letting go of Seonghwa's rain slicked hand.

In the distance was a single solitary barnhouse, clearly unused for a while. Inching towards it, legs burning with how much pressure you were putting on your body. Yanking Seonghwa with you, flinging open the wooden door and scurrying inside.

"Seonghwa!"

Nudging your foot across the handle, finding the opening of an underground storm shelter based in the middle of the barn. Both of you pulling the door open, throwing yourself into a pit of darkness as you hurled the weighted door down and locked it. Throat dry and coarse, lungs squeezing with pain and adrenaline. Grabbing his hand once again, guiding him from the door and further into the shelter, feeling along the wall until you reached the far end.

Darkness swallowed you, unable to see your own hands in front of your face. Victim to the eerie silence seconds before the raging and monstrous tornado swept over top of you. Rattling of the door set your nerves on edge, frying all the confidence and boldness you once held.

Subconsciously, you pressed your face into Seonghwa's chest, burying your it in his scent. Wanting nothing more than to drown out the the chilling sound that was swirling above you. Never had you been this close, this in danger-

Touch of Seonghwa's arms wrapping around you, cradling you against him as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. Melting into him, pouring all your focus into the way his fingers caressed your back in a comforting way. His chin resting atop of your head, eyes closed as he started to sing under his breath. Soft, quiet. Loud enough for you to hear, for your nerves to settle.

Eventually, the silence began to descend on you both again, air stilling around you. It took a few minutes before you were able to untangle yourself from Seonghwa's grasp. Still submerged in darkness, making your way to the door that had miraculously held against the wind. Unlatching the bolt, you both pushed up the door, greeted with nothing but calm, warm air.

The barn that had been standing moments prior was now completely shredded. Standing amongst debarked trees, uprooting fields and mangled debris all around. Sun beat down on you both, sky clear of clouds. If it wasn't for the mess that was spread out for miles, you would never have guessed a tornado had swept through here.

Just as you were about to ask Seonghwa if he was okay, fingers skimmed your chin tilting your head up. Vision filled by the dark tousle of his hair, eyes that were unreadable as he pulled you close. Lips capturing yours as he stole your breath away. Locked in a kiss full of emotion, heavy with tension that had been circulating around you for the last few days. Tasting the rain that had salted his lips, his hand sliding up your neck, tangling in your hair. Lost in a kiss that took away all the fear that had been recently filtering through your veins.

One last brush of his tongue against yours before he pulled away, fingers gently threading through your hair as he smiled faintly.

--

Alone.

Just the two of you.

Hours lately, confines of a new motel room. Miles away from any approaching storms. Few words had been exchanged after the ordeal you had both faced together. If anything, you'd barely had time to process everything, because as soon Seonghwa had pulled away from the kiss, Wooyoung had come barrelling to find you. Since then you'd be lost in helping victims.

Now? It was just the two of you. Freshly showered. Nothing but the heated tension stifling the room. But this tension wasn't simmering with hostility, it was bubbling with pure hunger.

Inches away from you, damp strands of hair falling across his eyes. One hand resting on your hip, thumb tracing circles on your hipbone as he watched you with intense need. Nothing to be said, because truth was you both wanted this. Space between you became nonexistent as Seonghwa shifted closer to you.

Amber glow from the bedside lamp fell across him in a warm light, accuentating his beauty. Honey skin, toned chest, every plane of his body was annoyingly perfect. Sliding your hands across his skin, feeling the warmth across your fingertips, you hooked your arms around his neck. Pushing up on your tiptoes, inviting him to kiss you once again. Tongues stroking against each other, bodies flushed and moulding with each other.

Free hand of his cupping your chin, giving him leverage as he deepened the kiss, pressing his obvious arousal into your lower stomach. Tiniest gasp breathed against his lips as you allowed the heat to race through your body. Guiding you backwards, legs hitting the bed as he lay you down, not once breaking the kiss.

"Every time you opened your smart mouth, all I wanted to do was shut you up."

Hushed murmur against your lips as Seonghwa broke the kiss, tilting his head, a playful smirk etched onto his face.

"Would you like me to be a brat for you? Just so you can shut me up?"

Pressing your lips together, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you challenged him.

"Baby, regardless of you being a brat or not. Running that pretty mouth of yours or not. I'm still going to fuck you senseless."

That floored you. Completely knocked any snarky remark out of your vocabulary. Taking advantage of your momentary silence, he hovered above you, fingers snaking along your bare thighs, pad of his thumb finding your already soaked entrance.

"Mm, why do I get the feeling you've always been wet in my presence. Hated me that much it made you wet."

Heat was overflowing inside of you, seeping into every muscle, vein and bone. It was an overwhelming 360 hearing him talk like this. Raspy voice, willingly talking with such filth and conviction.

Licking his bottom lip, noticing how your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, brushing your clit with controlled teasing. Pleasure jolted through you, rocking every sense off its course. Free hand working its way up your thighs, along your ribs before grasping one of your tits. Squeezing roughly, enough to elicit a yelp from you. Fingers curling inside of you, feeling how you drenched him, clenching as you did so. Seonghwa didn't let up, increasing the pace of his fingers, satisfied when you started to buck your hips against them. His other hand massaging your nipple, tweaking it as you allowed aching sighs to tumble from your lips.

Control was chipping away rom him, seeing you squirming under his touch. All it did was cause his cock to twitch, wanting nothing more to have you trembling underneath him as he fucked every thought of your pretty little head. Withdrawing his fingers from you, holding your gaze as he licked them both clean.

"Better than I could have imagined, baby."

Tugging down his underwear, hand curling around his cock as he drank in the sight of spread out before him. Stroking himself, eyes dark with nothing but insatiable hunger. Leaning forward, tip of his cock tracing your entrance, causing you to grasp his shoulders. Fingernails digging into his skin as you glare at him.

"Stop-teasing-"

Breathless and needy, almost at the brink of begging.

"And take away that look on your face? Never. Watching you crumble before me is more thrilling than any weather phenomenon."

Seonghwa murmured, ghosting his lips over the pulse point on your neck. As he kissed your throat, sucking at the skin, he pushed himself inside of you. Fingernails dug into him more, your legs automatically linking around his waist as you arched your back.

"Fuck- baby-"

Seonghwa whimpered against the base of your throat, adjusting to your clenching walls as he buried himself deeper. Powerful strokes, in and out, deep and hard. Feeling every inch of him as he clumsily decorated your neck and jawline in sloppy kisses, capturing your mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle the moans ripping through him.

Sounds of moans blending together, sweat slicked bodies, kiss swollen lips. Seonghwa's fingerprints bruising your skin, your nails leaving bloody marks as you clung onto him. Switching positions so he could feel you even more. Hands clasping the cheap motel headboard, as he caressed your ass, hard enough spank to cause you to whine. Fucking you from behind was a whole new experience.

"So- mm- fucking perfect--"

Muffled and incoherent sentences strained from him. Both of your bodies working overtime in pure pleasure and bliss as you enjoyed the ride of your life.

"Fuck-"

In a matter of seconds, you both hit the delicious peak, bodies trembling and tensing. Mumbles of curses entangling in the air. Holding onto you as he let go, filling you. Just as you let go, coating his twitching cock and letting your body relish in the undeniable pleasure it was suffocated in.

Aftershocks reverberated around your body, flushed skin cooling down as you both unwound from each other. Laying there in an exhausted heap, ragged breathing lining the air. Seonghwa didn't hesitate to pull you into his side, gently. Arm wrapped around your shoulders, guiding you to lay your head on his chest.

"You make me feel alive for the first time in years."

A notion that made your heart soar.

"But you're also going to be the death of me."

Smile in his voice caused your own lips to twist into a smile.

i just need a quiet place to scream how i love you.

this isnt really about anyone specific, just my own feelings and like, wants. and its something thats been on my mind for awhile. i cant stress enough that its not about anyone but me, and i very much dont mean to hurt or like, attack anyone.

since leaving my ex, i have never felt so free to be me. to do what i enjoy. and to explore ideas and thoughts about my own sexuality.

yeah, i have weird kinks. yeah, i like being beat up. and since dumping my ex, ive been able to find a number of people who i've involved myself with in some form for another, and i very much love them all very dearly.

but i cant help but notice a recurring issue of me either being too much for people or not enough for people. maybe im being overly critical of myself. maybe not.

and while i love having weird sex and flirting. the one thing that ive been feeling for a LONG time is that i am fuckable, but not lovable. i dont mean like. that im an irredeemable unlovable cretin. but the way i was treated for. months. and my own observations about how overwhelming i can be, or how unsatisfying i can be... i was made to feel like an object, essentially told that outright, and me feeling like i fumbled on the more sentimental heartfelt side more often than not...

i just want to be someone's someone. i want to feel wanted, and wantable, in a romantic way. i want to be held and called theirs. nothing would make me happier.