#also soft launching a royal dragon!au i've had in the works lol

[thetypingpup]

I feel like aftercare with dragon hwa would be so sweet 🥹 but like you taking care of him after blowing his mind 😵‍💫

seonghwa's mind is a complete haze as he comes down from his high. his body is alight with the gleam of the afterglow, the corners of his plush lips lifted in a lazy smile. his eyes remind closed, simply taking in the coolness of the evening air as it blows over his heated skin until he feels the silk cover of a sheet drape over him. thankfully, the smooth sheet is cool to the touch, letting him relax more into the bed. he lets his eyes peek open at the sound of movement in the room, and the distinct absence of you by his side.

his eyes first lock onto a glass of water on the bedside table, and a goblet filled with a sweet smelling liquid. curiously, he follows the sweet scent, peeking over to see what's inside. his tongue peeks from between his lips when he sees that the goblet is filled with peach nectar, his favorite. he's so stunned his breath almost stills in his lungs. surely a servant must've brought them here.

and that's when he sees you, discarding a torn bedsheet to be forgotten in the corner. it must've been you that retrieved the fresh sheet that covers him, as well as brought his favorite drink to his bedside. any words that make their way to his tongue are stunned to stone silence, and he lays there, simply watching you mill about. you cater to his every need, needs he wasn't aware that he had, pulling the curtains back to let more of the cool evening air flow into the room. he takes in the way you look in the golden light of sunset, how the rays of the dying sun highlight the iridescent rainbow sheen atop your golden scales, and give your entire countenance a regal gleam that has him spellbound. he still can't believe that he was lucky enough to have you in his bed, to be the one who's love was strong enough to break the curse that kept you from your draconic nature. though he's silent the entire time, his thick brows do more than enough of the talking, and you notice.

"what ails you, my prince? are you alright?" your voice is gentle as you come to his side, and your presence beside him already makes him want to sing to the heavens with delight. but still, he remains in bed, simply shuffling closer to you.

"did you bring these?" he inquires, moving even closer, until his head is almost in your lap.

"that i did." you nod, reaching out to slowly thread your fingers through his long dark hair. you gently gather his hair in your hand, tying the sweaty tresses up and away from his face, allowing the sight of you to be completely unobscured. he wasn't even aware that his bangs sticking to his forehead were bothersome until a cool breeze sweeps over his brow.

he frowns slightly still taken aback, "i should be the one caring for you, my queen. i should be the one serving you."

"oh, my sweet prince," you pause and settle on the bed beside him, cradling his face, "if we are to be mates, then we are to be equals, are we not?"

"that we are." he nods, though admittedly he's slightly distracted by the warmth of your hand, and he leans into your touch with a hum.

"that means that the same way you feel the urge to care for me, i too feel the same urge for you, and there's nothing wrong with accepting care."

and with this, he can free his mind from the association of your rank with your golden scales, and see them for the beautiful aurelian shade that they are. you lean down and slowly kiss along his chest, your lips moving up his body before your gentle hands follow suit. he leans back with a hum, for your every touch effortlessly grounds him, and anchors him in this present moment with you. you press your lips to the marks that have already begun to heal. all except for one, the scar of the claim mark that you left some time ago, right where his neck meets his collarbone, where he has since had a tattoo of a sun inked onto his skin to signify your claim on him. you trace the shape of the tattoo with gentle kisses, telling him that you've got him, and as his mate, you'll be here to take care of him.

"my beautiful prince." you muse aloud, and no matter how many times you call him that, he still feels heat rise to his face and a smile lift his lips. him being your prince is not a delineation of status, but a term of endearment that affirms how fond of him you are. he lifts his hand, absently letting his fingers dance across the tattoo on your own neck that outlines the mark he left on you. he feels that urge to take care of you, to serve you as he's never had to serve anyone in his life. he has to remind himself to relax, to sink into your touch, to let himself receive such attentive affection. and if it's you bestowing such gentle care to him, then this is something he is certainly capable of getting used to.

he pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him take the lead, pouring all of his appreciation for you into each press of his lips. you accept his humble thanks wholeheartedly, taking the lead and melding your lips to his, telling him with subtle sweeps of your tongue that you've got him, and you'll always be here to take care of your mate. the sun disappears over the horizon and the moon takes its place in the sky, and yet you two remain entangled.

#dragon!au #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa fluff #since no real smut happens lmao #also soft launching a royal dragon!au i've had in the works lol #ateez x reader #ateez x you