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2hopatz · 1 year

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ONLY - Park Seonghwa

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Heartbreak, Making out, Crying, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol and Alchohol Consumption, Sickeningly Sweet Fluff Word Count: 4.9K+ Pairing: p. sh x gender non-specified reader (a/n): It is 6:54am, and I have finally found the time to finish this fic. There is a discrepancy in my final grade for one class (heavy pissed sighing being heard from me insert here) but other than that my classes are done. I kinda fucked up last semester (freshman year semester one after a gap year is hard) but I made all As this semester!! I'm very proud of myself :)). Anyway!! I hope you guys enjoy this barely proofread Seonghwa fic. I am... not fond of this one. I feel I could do better, but it won't ever get uploaded if I keep backtracking. It is based on ONLY - LeeHi and is part of my playlist series. Enjoy~ Mwah!

For all the reasons you tried to come up with, you didn’t know why you went to the top of the building that night. The pressure mounting from your new internship, the drive to make it in a society that didn’t want you to. There were reasons upon reasons why you could have gone to the top of the building that night, but none of those were it. Something just pulled you in.

…

You swear that within the last ten minutes, the music within the party had become unbearably loud. Colors swim across your vision, all too bright, the bodies dancing around you all too warm. The brush of their skin, the touch of their clothing. It is all too much. You had tried calling to your friend Michael, yelling over the all-too-loud thumping that you needed to leave, but he was too preoccupied with the girl he was chatting up to even hear. All you know is that you need to get out, your thoughts getting all too fast and all too dark.

‘I’m going to rip my fucking ear drums out. I can’t breathe, it’s too hot. I can’t breathe. My skin itches.’

Your breath gets heavier as you push through the crowd, tears pricking in your eyes. You don’t want to be like this, not tonight. Fun was the only thing you are supposed to be filled with, not fear. Despite all that, a refuge is the only thing you seek.

‘I can’t get anywhere like this. I want to cry, I want to scream. I need somewhere quiet now.’

Then, like some form of magic or karma, a staircase appears. Your hands tremble as you step forward, gripping the railing for dear life. You are about to be free.

‘I’ll text Michael when I calm down, I don’t want him to worry. Hell, it would be good for both of us if he finally got a goddamn date.’

In the midst of chaos, you clamber up the stairs and through a doorway, the night enveloping you in its cool embrace. You feel your panic waning almost immediately, the night around you calming your senses slowly but surely. Here you are safe, if only for a while.

“Excuse me, I didn’t think there was anyone else up here.”

A voice cooed behind you, sultry and smooth compared to the crisp chillness in the air. Panic pulses through you again as you jump with a gasp.

“Fucking hell dude. Holy shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry! I should have announced myself a bit better,” The stranger is sitting his glass down on the small table outside, before bowing his head politely in embarrassment. He was cute, with mid-length black hair framing his doe eyes.

‘He’s really cute…’ you think to yourself, slowly eyeing his face, tilting your head in curiosity, before snapping out of it.

“It’s ok! Really! I just came up here to get away. It’s so noisy down there, I wanted to give myself a break.”

“This really isn’t the place for someone who likes the quiet.” The stranger smiles softly as he speaks, an airy laugh following after as he leans against the railing of the roof. Your laughter follows before your eyes are drawn toward the skyline of the city laid bare before you. You were so caught up in the panic that you hadn’t noticed how pretty it was right before you. Despite that, the goosebumps on your skin wouldn’t leave unless the panic in your heart did.

‘Maybe if I ignore it long enough it will leave.’

“Damn…” you breathed out, smiling, “ what a roof!” The pretty man laughed behind you.

“Quite the sight, I must say,” he is sauntering up beside you, and you realize just how tall he is.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks tilting his head down with furrowed brows.

“You’re pretty. That’s all. Super pretty, model pretty. I love your makeup.” You respond with a smile before turning back to view the city. You hear him cough beside you, catching a glimpse of his ears slowly turning red. His hand reaches up, covering the pink of his lips as he clears his throat. Your smile widens a bit, and your heart slows slightly as you calm down.

‘Quite easily flusterable,’ you think as you ponder what would happen if you compliment him more. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, and you wonder when he got so close to you. He is warm and smells like vanilla and caramel; you considered whether it would be creepy to ask him what cologne he wears.

“You’re pretty too. Beautiful. Honestly.” He stands straighter, still looking out over the city. A compliment from him felt like skipping through a field of tulips, and heat rushes to your cheeks.

“Thank you… sir?” You ask awkwardly, looking up at him with expectant eyes. His head snaps toward you, shock morphing to amusement as he lets out a series of high-pitched giggles, silent ones following. As if instinctual, your own lips curl into a smile.

“Sir?”

“Sir.” You respond grinning mischievously up at the man.

“Ok, your majesty.” He responds with a bow, before doubling over again with laughter, “Wooyoung always jokes that I look too old.”

“Not old. Professional,” Your eyes squint up at him as you nod with a coy smile, “ Your majesty is a bit over the top, don’t you think? The only thing I rule over is a beat-up Honda Civic.” His eyes glow as he laughs, and it is almost as if the reflections in the earthy browns of his iris were coming from within him.

‘Maybe there’s a whole universe in there.’ you joked silently. A soft gasp broke you out of your trance as he looks down at nothing at all, his neck was a bit pink now. The silence now was awkward, the previous moment having nothing to replace its absence. Restless, your feet shifted, the sound of a stuttering two-step filling the silence. He looks at you through his lashes, fighting a smile.

“If you wanted to dance, downstairs would have been the perfect dance floor.”

“Too loud. I would have jumped off this balcony before the beat even dropped,” You relish in his high-pitched laugh again, you let it steep like tea and honey, “why’d you come up here?”

“The club is fun… but not after 4 consecutive hours of it.”

“4 is fucking mental.” His eyes crease with laughter at your comment.

“Fucking insane, right? My friends are fond of a good party. A little too fond.” The conversation continues naturally for the next few minutes as you chronicle your journey to the club thus far. He laughs at your exasperation as you outline how Michael had dragged you here to get a date, or at least to get laid. He responds with the story of his own night, saying his friends San and Mingi brought him here, but he stayed so long against his will. You notice his gaze soften when you laugh, and he sighs. The city thrums with life as you both stare back out at it, mesmerized by lights, relaxing in each other’s presence.

“It’s like a little galaxy, isn’t it? Impossibly many people, meeting in impossibly many places,” you whisper, enjoying the breeze that blows by, despite it carrying the smell of smog.

“I suppose. There’s a chance of meeting so many people, taking advantage of so many opportunities.”

“A city wrapped up in fate.”

“Or chance.” his voice carries softly on the wind, and you could tell he has turned to look at you. He scoots to stand closer, and your arms brush softly, barely noticeable. Still, excitement overtakes you, and it takes hold of your heart before leaping into your throat. His eyes shine as you meet his gaze, his lips looking even softer than his voice sounds.

“What are the chances that we’ll meet again after this?”

“Little to none.” he glanced at your lips as he said it, licking his lips unconsciously.

“Well then, we’d better make it last.” You sighed and smiled softly at him, walking to the table and pulling out your phone.

“I don’t have my phone with me. It broke yesterday. I don’t even have anything to write with.” Regret laced his voice as he pouted lightly. He may kill you with that smile and that voice, and you’ve just met the man.

“Then let’s just dance. The night is young, and so are we!” you smile with a flourish of your hand, beckoning him closer, music spilling from your phone speaker. He pauses slightly, and his eyes widen. Despite that, the next thing you feel was his arms around you. A warmth seeps into you, filling your soul with pure light. He feels like a lazy Sunday morning, like coffee on the stove, like the light spilling onto the floor. Every rigid muscle, every stressful thought melted till nothing was left, not even the puddle. For a moment, a flash in time, everything feels perfect.

Then, he starts to sway, leading you into a soft lull of hips, feet, and hands. Every piece of common sense flies out of the window, and you revel in the way his heart pounds in response to yours. You delight in the way he shudders every time your breath hits his neck. You hope he basks in you the same way, hopes he feels the way your thumbs stroke his arm and back, the way you can’t seem to do anything but smile.

You are one song in when his hands move from your waist to your hips, two when they lock behind your lower back. Three songs in when the space between you has been reduced to atoms, and four when the world starts to disappear. Everything is moving so fast, so why are you confident that this is where you belong? Right here in his arms, his lips ghosting over your forehead, hands pulling you further into his charm. You stumble as he starts to spin, and he catches you, needy hands pulling you back with no hesitation. You feel wobbly.

“Just like that. You’re doing so well.” He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, a lush pink highlighting his high cheekbones, and a dam breaks within you as you look back up at him, into the universe behind his eyes.

“Kiss me at least once before you leave.” It comes out as almost a plea.

“I’ll need more than that.”

“Then be greedy with me. Take as many as you want, give me all your affection. I want to be greedy with you too.”

“You don’t even know my name.” he was whispering against your lips now, “am I crazy to want you?”

“If you’re crazy, I should be locked up in a straight jacket.” Your smile is breathtaking to him, and he willingly gives you his heart at that moment, followed by his lips. Over and over again, his lips meet yours every kiss birthing a new star in the galaxies behind his eyes. Every map has led to you, every star guided him here. The deepest depths of the ocean, the inside of a black hole, everything marvelous in this world he finds in the repetition of your lips finding his. This wasn’t smart, hell he doesn’t even know you. As your lips meld to his once more, your breath fanning over his lips, he decides that not everything has a logical explanation. Maybe, the best things were miracles, or like you said, fate. Maybe if he whispers his name onto your lips, he can claim them as his forever, because you’ve already claimed his.

His breath is starting to leave him in huffs as you toy with his hair, and he kisses you so hard that you lean back feeling his hands keep you balanced. If the music was playing you could no longer hear it, his sighs being a symphony in itself. Still, as much as you wanted to breathe him in, you needed oxygen. So, you pulled back to catch the breath that he has stolen from you. His eyes are still closed, and he chases your lips with an airy, frustrated whine. He is making your head spin, but the only place you can ground yourself is in his arms. What a predicament he had placed you in. One night and he already had you imagining a future being his partner. You go in for another kiss, the alcohol still evident on your breaths swirling together, when the door bursts open to reveal two men, one obviously drunker than the other, calling out a name.

“SEONGHWAAA~” the shorter one sings, before falling on the shoulder of the other man. The man in your arms jumped in surprise, before groaning softly.

“Is that your name? Seonghwa. I love it. Just as pretty as you, sir.” You said softly, and you think that if someone told you that his name meant Heaven, you would believe it. He smiles softly, before turning to the man who shouted, seemingly annoyed.

“San. I’m busy. Mingi can’t you-”

“Nope, Hongjoong just called and he is pissed. Something about a case you should be working on with him.” The taller man states, slightly struggling with the affectionate man trying to hug him and Seonghwa at the same time.

“Holy shit! I forgot about that completely!”

“You better haul ass!” The taller man, Mingi you gather, walks up and starts to pull him down the stairs, “Watching San alone has been hard enough I don’t need Hongjoong on my ass too!”

“Wait I-” Seonghwa looks toward you desperately, searching for something, anything to tell you where to find him, or contact him at least. He sees you reach toward him, something like sadness and panic in your eyes before the door closes. He feels something inside him break, as he is pulled into the crowd and away from your sight.

…

You’re there again the next night, and the next, leaving Michael every night despite his complaints and heading straight for the roof of the building where the same beautiful cityscape lays itself bare in front of you. Despite that, tonight you can’t rest, your eyes darting from your phone, back to the door, and then to the sky above. Tonight is the third night in a row you’ve come back since you met him.

“It would be so much prettier if I was with you… Seonghwa…” You feel like a fool, letting his name fall off your lips like morning dew off of a leaf. He probably isn’t even thinking of you anymore, but there is something that denies that burning within you. Sure, you two had made out, but it was more than the heat of the moment. It wasn’t just lust. You had never been so consumed entirely by anyone, especially in just one night. You could only think of his name, his smile.

“I’m being so irrational, always following my heart places I know I shouldn’t go,” you gripped the edge of the wall you lean against, tears brimming in your eyes, “fuck. Fuck I hate this. I don’t want to feel this anymore. I wish I’d never-”

You trail off feeling that you’ve said enough, not wanting to let the next thought finish. You knew you were being impulsive, saying things that you didn’t mean. But you thought, you swore that he would come back for you.

‘It’s the third night. That tall guy… Mingi was it? Said he had a case to work on. Maybe he is just busy…’ you were trying to reason with yourself, to justify your behavior. You’d never been this needy with any of your partners. It had been days though, and with every day your faith waned and waned. You sighed, wiping your eyes carefully so as not to let Michael know you had been crying over a man you danced with once. You checked your phone, reading that it was 12:03am, and you groaned loudly at the thought of leaving in order to be awake for work the very same morning. Another night was coming to a close without him seeking you out, another night of you feeling like a fool.

You open the door, weaving through the crowd to find Michael at the bar chatting up a couple that looked mildly enamored with him; you pull him by his scruff and drag his tipsy self out of the club. Ignoring his complaints as you escorted him to the car, you get into the driver’s seat with a little more attitude than you had intended.

“Me being drunk just cannooot be making you this angry babe.” He whines, leaning over to try and hug you, a drunken smile on his face.

“Sit your ass back, we’re going home.” you sound more upset than playful, and he pouts like a hurt puppy, groaning about how mean you were being to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly.”

“It’s cool… he didn’t come again?” Silence freezes the air, the car becoming too stifling and making you shift uncomfortably, “That asshole.” You sigh softly at his statement before starting the car, pausing to look around just one more time, before pulling off.

“Let’s come again tomorrow.”

“...”

“Maybe you’ll see that cute couple again, hm?” He turns away from you, upset at your persistence to get your heart broken, and all you can do is ache, knowing just how right he might be.

…

His friend was late.

He is going to search for, possibly, probably, the love of his entire life. And his friend had the audacity to be late.

“Yo, I apologized already, you know my boss likes to hold me up after work,” Hongjoong whines, poking a very angry Seonghwa on his arm.

“Your boss is my boss Joong, we work together.”

“Seonghwa~”

“...”

“Seonghwa~”

“Christ, Hongjoong what is it?” the older male snaps, pulling into the parking space that miraculously appears outside of the club.

‘Didn’t even have to search. Maybe luck… or whatever is on my side tonight,’ he thinks. some relief flooding over him.

“Are we really clubbing tonight because of that person you met on the roof literal days ago? Have you always been this soft Park Seonghwa?”

“Shut up,” Seonghwa sneers from the driver’s seat, and Hongjoong responds with a wounded swoon, “So damn dramatic.”

“But seriously Hwa, be so deadass with me right now. Was I right?” Hongjoong turned to look at his closest friend. Sure Seonghwa had a tendency to fall for people and fall hard at that, but he had never seen the man so desperate about it. Seonghwa had pestered him for 2 days about coming to this club with him to search for ‘the soulmate he met on the roof’. Tonight, on the third night Seonghwa decided to beg for Hongjoong’s company, they finally had a break from reading case files; so here he was, dragged to the club on his only night off in weeks. All for a person Seonghwa had met here four days ago.

“Just this once. Deal?” Hongjoong groaned in response slumping out of the car and slamming the door. Seonghwa waited inside the car for a response, and smiled giddily when Hongjoong told him to, ‘’move his lovesick ass.”

By the time Seonghwa made it to the stairs, Hongjoong had already gotten caught up by the promise of free shots at the bar. Hauling ass up the stairs, he basically bursts onto the roof, breaths leaving him and short huffs. He ignored the city lights as he turned frantically, looking only for you.

His breath hitched when he found you weren’t there, and he tried his best not to let himself cry yet. Of course you weren’t, it was one night days ago. He slumped against the wall, head in his hands as he uttered a chorus of “no”s. He feels as if his heart is spilling onto the pavement, the image of you, the sound of your voice, invading his senses. He just had to wait, after all the night was young for clubbers. He walked to the balcony, turning away from the city and facing the door. All he had to do was wait for you here, and he begged the universe, god, or anyone listening to meet you again tonight. Every second passing had him losing even more hope, the minutes he had been up there for seeming like hours. He stops to check the time, and his watch reads 12:15am.

…

“Weeks, friend. It’s been weeks since you met him on the roof.” Michael sat on the edge of your desk trying to talk some sense into you as you scoured the internet for a trace of the man you met.

“You just don’t get it, Michael. I don’t even get it, I-” you sighed, negative emotions flooding you as you remember what he said.

‘Little to none.’

“C’mon, it was one night. You’ve never been this romantic with anyone before. Is he really important enough for this?” He gestures to your room, shiny clothing scattered on the ground from going to the club every night and waiting on the roof, watching with each passing day how the starry city lights stretch farther and farther away. You sigh, a sob wracking through your frame, and Michael wraps his arm around you squeezing you tightly. He has never seen you like this, not even with the people you’ve dated. To be frank, it pisses him off that this ‘Seonghwa’ person didn’t seem to be searching for you, evident by your recent roof escapades.

“I know, it’s stupid. It’s insane, and maybe he doesn’t even remember me. Maybe I should be going to work instead of sitting in a beautiful outfit all by myself. But that wasn’t a regular makeout session and dip,” you bury yourself in Michael’s shoulder as the night replays over and over in your head, infinitely many times, “I’m telling you, if I don’t find him, I’ll never have anything like that again.”

Michael sighs before sitting up with a groan, “One more fucking night. That’s it. After tonight you pick up at work regularly again, you get your ass together, and you can cry with me and the gang after work every day, ‘cause life sucks and so does love. Just one more chance, and you move on. Deal?”

You sniff, the thought of giving up killing you, despite you knowing he was right.

“Deal.”

…

Seonghwa hasn’t been doing any better. As much as Hongjoong likes to work, this was too much. Seonghwa has been reading casefiles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When he wasn’t slaving over files, he was frantically cleaning the apartment they shared. Hongjoong had seen Seonghwa at his worst, mere child’s play compared to… this.

“If you don’t eat you’ll literally keel over and fucking die. I’m not cleaning piss and blood out of the carpet because you refuse to replenish your calories Hwa.”

“Later, gotta finish this file. Then clean the office.” Seonghwa’s eyes carried heavy bags under them as his leg bounced under the table. Even Hongjoong noticed the light in his eyes seemed to be diminished. As much as he cared for his friend, this behavior was frustrating him to no end.

“How about, you get your ass up, eat, sleep, and do normal human being things, huh?”

“Disrespectful.”

“Pathetic, depressing, sleep-deprived, and overworked.” Despite the annoyance Seonghwa felt towards Hongjoong, he knows he is right. Seonghwa had thrown himself into busy work since that night two weeks back, and everyone in the office had noticed. He had waited till the bar workers had told him they were closing and would have waited even longer if he could. It tore him up inside, keeping him awake on the nights when he hadn’t worked himself to exhaustion. He had given into the hopelessness, after all, what were the chances of him meeting you again anyway?

“If I stop, I think about them Hongjoong. I’ve never hurt like this before, it’s debilitating. I’m terrified.”

“Of what?”

“That they were the love of my life. That I should have gotten there sooner or waited for them longer. I’m terrified of how emotional I am over a person I probably would have never met otherwise.”

“Then look for them, instead of killing yourself with work,” Hongjoong’s hand was soft on Seonghwa’s back, “Go back, just one more night. You’ve only tried once, who knows what could happen?”

“It’s useless, what are the chances? What if they don’t even feel the same? What if it was all a fling, and I am the idiot who fell in love with a stranger? I couldn’t take that.”

“You can’t take this either, you can’t keep living with what-ifs. They could be looking for you right now, you could be sitting here working your life away and losing them little by little. There’s no harm in trying.” Hongjoong had his hand wrapped around Seonghwa’s waist in a side hug as Seonghwa finally broke down and cried since the last time he came home from the club.

“Just one more try,” Hongjoong cooed, leading Seonghwa to his room and telling him to get dressed up, helping to style him appropriately, “you’ve got a soulmate to find after all.”

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The club pulls you in for the nth time in the past few weeks, yet nothing could work to fill the hole inside your stomach. Knotting your hands together, you think of what will probably come to pass tonight, just like all the others. Another night with no one but the city to keep you company, ascending the stairs with hope, and descending them with nothing but heartbreak. You were a fool, a fool to have come up those stairs, a fool to have fallen in love with a ghost. A percentage. You fell in love with chance, and now you were dealing with the consequences of you losing. Infinitely many people, in infinitely many places, and none of them containing you and him together. You sighed, tears manifesting again with no regard for your makeup, and you head up the stairs for the last time before you try to move on. The night air is a chill rush when you open the door, and you angle your head down to protect your eyes from the wind.

“Damn… what a roof,” The voice is familiar, strained, and shaky, but warm nonetheless. You jolt out of your stance, immediately looking up to see him. You are met with the face of the man you learned to love in one night. One glance and it feels as if your heart has learned to beat again. You breathe him in, and you are alive. His face is alight with joy and shock. He rushes to you first, holding you to him without hesitation, his heart roaring out loudly against your ear. Your lips meet and there you are again, cuddled up in the sheets of his being, relishing in the bliss of his galaxies. He is insatiable, and his lips find their way to yours over and over and over again, his heart exploding with love for only you. You are a book he wants to read from cover to cover, over and over again until the world ends. He is the tinder and you are the spark, both needing each other to create light.

His lips trail past yours and slide down your jaw as you sigh out, before quietly whispering your name in his ear. It drips from his mouth, and every utter of it is a big bang, universes being created and recreated over and over again between you. What use were the stars when saying your name created life in him, what use were elements when your being contained the answer to the unknown? Your name became his mantra as he pulled you closer, lips burning a course from your neck to your jaw and back. Everything he could never explain lay in that name, it was a prayer, a show of gratitude, proof of his guilt and sorrow.

“Seonghwa.” When he hears his name fall from your lips, broken and needy; he weeps. His head falls to your shoulder, arms refusing to let you go. The universe and the divine reunite when he kisses your lips again.

“I want to drown in you for the rest of time.” he sighs as his lips ghost just under your ear.

“I wouldn’t let you drown, love.” His knees buckle at the term of endearment; nothing can prepare him for the things you say and do, but he had all the time in the world to figure out a way to respond.

“I love you, I love you,” it falls from his mouth with ease, and he repeats it with every caress of his lips against your skin. “Say that I’m yours.” he pleads with you, his hands grabbing at your waist in desperation, his thrumb roving over your outfit eager to feel the skin underneath.

“Your mine, from now to the end of time.”

This time when he kisses you, he whispers his name on your lips and claims them as his, making sure no one else can ever have them, and he relishes in the way you do the same. He bathes in the feeling of being the one who gets to say he loves you. Still, he asks one more question, wanting to make the impermanent permanent.

“Be my only one?”

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jeongsoo-jin · 1 year

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Kinktober/Kinkember Day 4 - Mommy Kink

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x reader

Warnings: Mommy kink (seonghwa receiving), Oral (fem receiving), petnames for reader angel, baby, sweetheart; Unprotective sex, creampie

‘It’s been a really bad day’ you think, as you unlock the front door to your and Seonghwa’s shared apartment, taking your shoes off as soon as you pass the threshold. Walking into the kitchen, smelling one of your favourite meals, you sit your bag down on a barstool, and wander around the island counter to see Seonghwa standing by the stove, plating the food from the pots over the burner. He’s wearing the pink apron you bought him not too long ago when he admitted that he loved cooking, but didn’t like that he almost always found a way to get his clothing dirty. Once he sets the now full plates down on the counter, he turns around to face you, taking his apron off as he begins talking.

“How are you, angel?” he asks, his sweet voice immediately calming you down, and making the tension leave your shoulders “did you have a bad day, baby? you seem tense.” You don’t respond, instead, walk over to your boyfriend, putting your arms around his waist as you bury your head in his chest.

“Do you want to tell mommy about it, sweetheart? Or do you just want to eat the food I made? It’s your favourite” he says, rubbing soft circles into your back.

“Mommy…” you whisper into his chest, hugging him tighter.

“Do you want me to make you feel better? We can eat after if you want” he says, kissing the crown of your head. You slowly nod your head, your cheek still pressed against him; his heartbeat soothing you more. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, pulling you away from his chest, holding your hand, and bringing you to your shared bedroom. He tells you to sit on the bed, and he wanders off into the adjoining bathroom. A few moments later, he comes back to you, grabbing your hand again, and leading you into the bathroom where you find that he had drawn a bath, and lit a few candles placed on the counter.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he says “Arms up” you comply, lifting your arms above your head as he takes the hem of your shirt into his hands, slowly pulling it above your head, careful not to hurt you. He reaches his hands around your back to unclasp your bra, and it falls to the floor with a quiet thud. He then reaches to the button of your pants, and carefully removes both them and your underwear at once. He lets you grab onto his shoulders for support as he helps you step out of them. He guides you to sit in the tub, before stripping himself - quite haphazardly compared to the gentleness he treated you with a few moments prior. He then climbs in behind you at the back of the tub, his hands automatically finding your shoulders so he can try to ease some of the tension that had been stored there from the day. After he decides that you’ve become less tense, he decides to break the comfortable silence that hung in the air.

“What do you want from mommy, baby?” He asks, whispering in your ear, before kissing the shell of it, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin, despite the warmth of the water surrounding you and Seonghwa’s body heat pressed against you. “Want you” you reply meekly.

“How baby? do you want cuddles? or more massaging? or do you want something more?”

“More, mommy, I want to feel you” you reply, turning your head slightly, so you can make eye contact with him.

“Okay baby” he replies, smiling softly before his hands become fixated on your chest. “Just relax sweetheart,” he says when your body tenses. You lay your head back on his shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to suckle on your neck, leaving marks in his wake. He continues his ministrations for a long time until you start whimpering and squirming in his hold.

“Please, mommy, I need more,” you say, your hands covering his own, dragging one down to your clit.

“Aww, my baby’s really needy, aren't you? that’s okay, princess, mommy’ll take care of you” he says, dragging his fingers over your slit slowly, softly pressing against it, not enough to fully penetrate you, but just enough to slip through your lips. But as quick as it started, it stopped; he withdrew his hands from you and grabbed a towel off of the rack before pulling you out of the water. He took notice of your confused face and began to explain his thought process.

“It’s okay, mommy’s just taking you to the bed. Water isn’t the best lube, and I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?” he explains, drying you off just enough so you weren’t dripping before leading you back to the bedroom for the second time that evening. He has you lay against the pillows before climbing to loom over you, finally kissing you properly for the first time that night, his hand cupping your cheek as his other hand is used to prop himself up, careful not to lean too much of his body weight onto you. He trails teasingly slow kisses down your body, making sure not to leave any part of your body untouched and unloved. He trails kisses to your hip bone before he stops to prop your legs up over his shoulders and pepper your thighs with kisses before turning his attention to one of his favourite parts of your body. He traced his finger through your folds as he had earlier before attaching his mouth to your clit, softly suckling as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, soothingly.

“That feels so good, mommy,” you say, and you can feel him hum against your clit, and it makes you grab a fistful of his hair. He gradually speeds up his tongue on your clit, and two of his fingers find your entrance again, this time though, he pushes his fingers into you all the way and begins to rub circles on the spongey spot inside of you.

“Mommy, hand please?” you beg, holding your hand out, and he laces his fingers with yours as he continues his movements. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your thighs shaking as the blissful feeling of release surrounds you. He slowly pulls his fingers out from inside of you, the feeling of emptiness making you hiss.

He brings his lips to his fingers, sucking your release off of them before he shifts his weight to be on top of you, looking down as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself in, resting his forehead against yours as he bottoms out, taking a second to let your muscles relax around him before moving. His hand finding yours again as his other moves the hair from your face. He softly smiles at you before picking up his pace and kissing you softly. You moan into the kiss, feeling both the stinging feeling of overstimulation, and your second orgasm creep up on you.

“Mommy, that feels so good” you say, your legs wrapping around his waist, attempting to feel more of him, although that isn’t physically possible.

“Are you close baby?” He asks “I want you to come with mommy, do you think you can do that for me?” You nod and you feel Seonghwa’s pace quicken more, and his thrusts turning more into ruts against you, trying to hit your g spot harder than he was before. He starts rubbing your clit with his free hand, and he can feel you begin to pulse around him.

“You gonna cum baby? On the count of three, okay? One, Two, Three” he says as both of you reach your climax, you feel him release inside of you, making you moan loudly at the warm feeling. He lays on top of you for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he sits back on his knees, pulling out of you, and grabbing the forgotten towel to clean up his cum that has spilled out of you. He throws the towel near the hamper in the corner of your room, before lying next to you, your head resting on his chest, as he draws patterns on your shoulder with his finger.

“I love you mommy, thank you for making me feel better” you say, looking up at him

“I love you too, sweetheart” he says, and your eyes grow heavier, and before you know it, you fall asleep.

“I guess the food I made can wait until later when you wake up” Seonghwa whispers, more to himself, really, before kissing your forehead once more and falling asleep himself.

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