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Heart | // Cho Seungyoun [M]

→ Words: 2.4k

→ Genre: angst, smut

→ Summary: You are walking down the wrong path, at the wrong time, in the wrong direction, but with the right person.

-> Pairing: Seungyoun x reader, Wooseok x reader

-> Warnings: explicit sexual themes, includes topics like infidelity/adultery.

Please do not read if smut makes you uncomfortable! Please proceed at your on risk!

18+ content beyond the cut!

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[txt] Y/n. Please…I’m sorry. Just come back.

You stared at the short text for a long time. In the darkness of the room, it stood out, beaming with a blinding light. You should ignore it. You knew you should. It was, after all, just another text you had received so many times before as well. The frequency of the words made them hollow, tedious, even to read them again and again.

But then again, the words belonged to Wooseok; the boyfriend you left back at home, with the sour taste of the argument you both had fresh in his mouth. The argument had not been about anything crucial, just the casual bickering between you two about stupid things. But when you smashed his favorite mug on the floor, the argument escalated.

Wooseok no longer was his usual calm self when he began shouting.

And you were no longer your usual exultant self when you followed suit.

It was what had dragged you out here, in this warm, dimly lit room, into the arms of another man.

Another man. You scoffed at the thought. Cho Seungyoun was hardly another man. Though your feelings towards him were often conflicted and clouded by the awareness of the fact that what went on between you two was wrong, they were still substantial, full of potential to keep growing. He might as well have been the man, if only you had met him sooner. But you didn’t. You met him at the wrong time. At a time when everything with Wooseok started toppling down, shattering you and your barely breathing conscience.

Just because you couldn’t give up on Wooseok, you had to treat Seungyoun as a sin. What you two had had to become an abomination, just because of your persistence. But Seungyoun didn’t care. Unlike Wooseok, he only wanted you, only needed you and nothing else. He was a glimpse at how differently you could be spending your life. Full of laughter and ecstasy and love, with no sound of screams or shattering objects.

“You okay?”

You snapped back to reality, eyes darting towards the doorway leading to the bathroom. Seungyoun stood at its threshold, drying his hands with a towel. He leaned against the doorframe, wearing nothing but his black boxers, leaving his lean, toned body on display for your eyes.

You tossed your phone onto the side table before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Seungyoun walked over to where you sat on the bed in nothing but your lingerie, a big fat reminder of all that had happened between you two just an hour ago. His eyes lingered on you for a moment. The lust in them was evident, but so was concern.

“You really don’t know how to lie, do you?”

Lying. It was an art you had mastered by now. For what could be a bigger lie than what you had with Wooseok. You both pretended to be perfect in front of others, tried not to bring any infamy to the image you both had built of each other. All at the sake of your sanity. But Seungyoun had always been one to catch a lie as soon as it was spoken. Especially if it came from you.

Smiling wryly, you caressed his hand, tugging at it for a short second. Seungyoun lowered himself onto the bed, with knees dipping into the soft mattress and hands clutching your thighs. He dragged you down by pulling at your thighs, until you lied directly underneath him. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, eyes closing for a brief moment.

“It was him again, wasn’t it?”

Wooseok. It was always him. Driving you away, pushing you down a path you wished you had learned to walk down a lot earlier.

You gave yourself a moment to think, which Seungyoun utilised to place a kiss on your lips. The kiss was fleeting, but it was filled with the same insatiability as before. You knew where it led to. The same place you had been to so many times before, and yet the longing for it never faded. It bloomed warmth in your stomach, sent shivers down your spine.

You felt ashamed to admit you never felt the same way with Wooseok. His kisses were always brisk, barely lingering for more than a second. And any form of intimacy with him was long forgotten when you started your secret rendezvous with Seungyoun. On the few occasions Wooseok tried to initiate something, you claimed you were too tired, or that you were on your period, successfully dodging him each time. It only felt right to bequeath your body to Seungyoun since you couldn’t give him your heart. Your body was his temple, and the kisses he now trailed across your stomach, while simultaneously gazing up at your eyes, were his form of worship. The urgency with which he pushed your thighs apart was his one and only prayer, and you granted it by spreading them out wide for him, your clothed core now beneath his sinful mouth.

“I’m going to make everything better…”

His voice was a melody against the pouring rain outside.

You licked your lips in response.

With his teeth, he dragged down your panties, letting them pool by your feet at the edge of the bed. He returned his mouth to the inner side of your thighs, kissing his way to where you needed him the most. Your sensitive core was exposed to the cold air for bare seconds before you felt Seungyoun run his tongue up your folds.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

He repeated his actions, focusing more on your swollen clit this time. His licks were slow but short, gone before you could fully indulge in the effect they left. You tried rolling your hips to urge him to go faster, but his grip on your thighs held you down.

Without a warning, he sucked harshly at your clit, drawing a series of lewd moans from your mouth. Seungyoun’s tongue traded between lapping at the juices pooling in your folds and flicking your sensitive clit. He stroked and toyed with it before enveloping it with his mouth, loving the sharp intake of breath it provoked from you.

You brought your hands down to his hair, tugging at them. Your back arched against the mattress when you felt him nibble at your clit. Your moans were now louder than before, and Seungyoun’s name slipped in between them like a chant.

“Seungyoun…Please.”

Seungyoun detached his lips from your core for a moment to ask you,

“Please what?”

His voice hinted mischief, all while his slowing movements around your sensitivity were a proof of the teasing you had to endure.

You tried to form words, but he stole them away each time he left a long, wet lick across your folds.

“I want…”

Seungyoun’s hands were now reaching over to the underside of your tights, dragging you closer until you were positioned right where you wanted to be.

“Tell me y/n, tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitched. Something flashed before your eyes. It was a face. But not of Wooseok’s as you had expected, instead, the face was Seungyoun’s. It filled you with nostalgia and amplified the burning desire inside you.

“I want you. All of you.”

Seungyoun gave you a lopsided smile before shimmying out of his boxers, his hardened member twitching against your entrance. He stroked your moist clit with his fingers one last time.

You waited.

And then, he pushed himself into you, giving you all of himself.

“Fuck.“

A string of curses left your mouth. Seungyoun gave you a moment to adjust yourself to the sensation of him being fully inside you. But a moment could never be enough to revel in the pleasure he gave you. No amount of time could ever satisfy your longing for him.

You felt him thrust in and out of you, slow at first but speeding up once he finally found his rhythm. The night absorbed your moans of pleasure, drowning them in the sound of the earnest rain. You forgot everything. Your name, your fake life and even the responsibilities you had to bear.

"Look at me.”

You remembered nothing but the feeling of Seungyoun filling you up. You heard nothing but his voice. You dragged your drooping eyes to meet his, feeling a pressure build inside your stomach.

Seungyoun’s thrusts never faltered. In his eyes for the longest time, you saw nothing but a void. But with each push, the void began to fade. Every time he made your legs shake under the pleasure he filled you with, you saw only yourself in his eyes. As if nothing else mattered. As if only you two were real.

His lips latched onto your nipples, biting onto them. You clutched tighter onto his shoulders, probably leaving bruises judging from the tightness of your grip. The pressure in your abdomen was almost unbearable now, threatening to spill away.

In between your persistent moans, you mustered enough strength to choke out,

“I-I’m about to come.”

With a stroke to your cheeks, Seungyoun detached his lips from your nipples. His thrusts only quickened, and his breath was ragged when he said,

“Come for me, baby.”

This was it. You screamed Seungyoun’s name at the top of your lungs when you came, coating him with your juices. You threw your head back on the pillow as his lips captured yours. Seungyoun kept thrusting, overstimulating you until he too came not long after. He pulled out of you, painting his warmth on your stomach.

With a kiss, he dropped down beside you. The room was filled with the sound of your loud breaths, both of you trying your best to dull your racing heartbeats. You stayed like that for the longest time, until Seungyoun turned to face you. His face glistened in the dark, his swollen lips trembling when he said,

“Your heart is mine.”

My heart…

You waited for something to stop you from saying it back, for the guilt to snatch your voice away, for the darkness to fill your chest with fear. But here in the endless night, wrapped in Seungyoun’s arms, nothing would dare stop you.

With him, you were free as the flowing river, choosing your own path at each turn.

You chose him.

“My heart is yours.”

You chose him over and over again all through the night. All as he drove you deeper into the heart of the sea.

******

The walk back home was excruciating. Your shoes were drenched by the time you got back, courtesy of the large rain puddles you had failed to dodge on the sidewalk. Your house was drenched in silence and shadows when you stepped in. There was no evidence that showed someone lived in it, just the shuffle of your feet on the carpet.

With your hands outstretched, you wedged deeper into the void, letting the dim light by the end of the hallway lead you to your bedroom.

The bedroom door creaked open when you gave it a slight push. It was illuminated by a single nightlight, situated on your side-table. Wooseok slept on the farthest corner of his side of the bed, his phone on the verge of slipping away from his outstretched hand. Out of habit, you carefully took away the phone from his hand before gently tucking it into the blanket.

You were about to toss the phone onto the dressing table but its screen flashed with a notification before you could. At first you hesitated, debating with your conscience whether to take a look or not. But then you decided you had buried your conscience in the deepest of pits a long time ago, and proceeded to swipe the lock screen to reveal a text message.

[TXT] Don’t worry, Wooseok. You know you’ll always have me, regardless of what that bitch y/n does to you.

Something hitched in your breath.

You scrolled up from the message, revealing the conversation your boyfriend had with this unknown person. It was from fifteen minutes ago as shown by the time stamps. You skimmed through it, your heart lurching in your chest when you stopped at one particular message.

[TXT] I hate her. I do. I think.

In reply the unknown person had texted,

[TXT] Who wouldn’t?

But Wooseok did not reply to that. He changed the subject with his next text,

[TXT] I’ll come over sometime next week when she’s not around. I’ve told her I’ve got some important business outside town.

Your mind whirled.

With a long, defeated sigh, you closed the conversation. Wooseok’s phone slipped from your grip, landing with a thud on the hard wooden dressing table. The sound did nothing to stir awake Wooseok. You walked over to your side of the bed and lied down, before placing a pillow between you two, as part of an old habit.

Your hands caressed your lips, where you felt Seungyoun just moments ago. They slipped down to your stomach, where he had trailed down all his sweet kisses. You brought them back up, towards your forehead, when he had placed a farewell kiss before wrapping you in a scarf and pleading you to make sure to let him know when you reached home safely.

Your mind drifted for a moment. Scraping across the text messages you had seen just now. You thought of what it meant for you, for what was going on between you and Seungyoun. You thought and thought and thought. Nothing came to your mind but two firm beliefs you had cemented in your mind today.

First, the texts only made everything easier. They were a reminder that you didn’t need to feel guilty anymore and that you didn’t need to keep treating Seungyoun as a sin.

The second belief was one you were more sure of.

Your heart belonged to Seungyoun. And you would never give it to someone else. Never again.

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