Synopsis: Sunghoon has never been good with words, but he wants to be for the girl that works at the flower shop. So he communicates in a way she'll understand, with flowers.
Warnings: Fluffy, a little bit of angst?, A man who yearns is a man who earns!!!, Soft Smut, Soft Dom!Sunghoon, Praise Kink, Slight body worship, Talkative Hoon, Pet Names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, good girl, love), Aftercare,
A/N: Of course my first post had to be the revamped version of my first ever enhypen fic.
Sunghoon was the quiet type, and he was okay with it. He prefered to listen rather than speak, and actions over words. Words were easy to say and often held lies, but actions were hard to fake. And not just the forced smile, but the actions that were basically second nature and muscle memory. Like looking both ways before crossing a street or the urge to embrace someone who meant everything to you.
Some people needed words to express their truths, yet Sunghoon chose to let his body express what needed to be told.
He's never had any faults when it came to his means of communication. Not until you.
You made him want to talk, a horrifying concept really. Suddenly his heart wanted to escape the safety of smiles and body language. His heart urged for words and love felt expressions that sounded like they were from a hopeless romantic and not someone of few words. His heart was ready to jump off a bridge while his mind teetered on the edge of confusion.
Of course he knew what it was. Attraction. Lots of people were attracted to many. Yet why did he feel like he was both dying and breathing air for the first time when he saw you? Why did his lips never want to rest but quirk up whenever you talked? Why did his hands feel sweaty when you laughed? He barely knew you.
He worked with you technically. It was a joint store owned by a elderly married couple. One side sold gardening supplies and the other flowers. Most considered them to be the same store, but to Sunghoon the short walk from the garden side to the flower side felt as vast as an ocean.
You weren't strangers, you'd been working together for over a year. And as hard as some try, you can't just ignore your coworkers. However Sunghoon felt the time he spent with you, whether it was talking about crappy customers or simply working in silence, was nothing. That it didn't even make a dent in his years. He could blink and you would be gone, slipped right between his fingers all due to him not doing anything. That idea scared him.
The reality of this fear really set in one sunny morning when a customer came in and bought flowers from your side and flirted with you while you rang him up. In his panicked state he easily mistook harmless friendly conversation with flirting. But could you really blame him? He was horrified. The image of losing you while just standing there on the side lines with the words on his tongue but never being able to slip past the prison that was his lips, it destroyed him. Watching you be happy with someone else was he faded away heartbroken.
He couldn't let that happen. Much to his frustration the words still seemed to mock him. Lingering in his mind but never gracing the world. However he was determined, more stubborn, to put an effort in. He was tired of silent yearning and instead wanted to act.
But how? Words were his weakness. Was there a way to convey his heart without speaking his mind?
He leaned against the counter, resting his arms on it. The view from his work space was perfect. The checkout counter for the gardening side was tucked in the back corner with a perfect view of the store. That included where your check out counter was. You were sitting on a stool behind it lazily flipping through a flower catalog simply passing time. The store was rather empty at the moment.
You looked up and caught Sunghoon looking at you. You often caught him looking at you. At first you were worried it was for a negative reason. As time passed you just got used to it and Sunghoon wasn't a rude person, he wouldn't stare at you if he had a problem with you. He'd simply ignore you. You smiled at him and waved.
Sunghoon's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your smile and he hoped it didn't show, or maybe he did, as he waved back with one of his small smiles that seemed to say more than words ever could.
The previously mentioned heart stopped as you glanced at the door before slipping off your stool and walking over to his side.
"Hey you got a minute? I mean since you know the store is just so busy." You joked so easily with him. Stopping In front of the counter you rested your elbow on it.
"What's up?" Sunghoon gave you his full attention.
"So I really like working here. Flowers are just beautiful and have always meant so much to me, so I figured I'd start a garden but have no idea where to start." You shrugged sheepishly.
The look in Sunghoon's eyes couldn't have been described as anything but fond. Yet neither of you seemed to notice it.
"Well, do you have a place for it? Kind of pointless planning a garden without having a place to put it."
You smiled. "The person that lived in my apartment before me left an old flower box in front of my house. All I have to do is clean it out."
Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good start. When picking flowers for personal reasons you should choose ones that mean something to you or you like the best."
A sigh left your lips. "Ah that's the problem. I like all flowers. That's why I thought it would be better to ask someone else."
Sunghoon had to stop himself from smiling. You could have chosen to talk to anyone about your garden, but you chose him. You sought his advice and opinions over others. The thought warmed him.
"Flowers have meanings. Picking favourites is hard if you're not going based on just looks." Sunghoon sympathized.
Meanings. Flowers had meanings. His mind raced. This could be his chance. So when he looks back on you years from now while you are happy with someone else, he can convince himself not to blame himself and say he tried.
"I have recommendations if you want them?" He suggested softly.
Your eyes brightened as you nodded excitedly. He allowed a small smile to play on his lips as he ripped a post-it from the pile he kept on the counter to keep notes on inventory. He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and clicked it.
"Okay here's a few I think will look fantastic in your garden…"
You sat at your kitchen counter with a sigh. You opened your laptop and signed in. The bag of gardening supplies sat next to your laptop. Sunghoon, bless his heart, had been such a help to your clueless mind. Yes you may work with flowers but that didn't mean you weren't indecisive.
You silently cursed yourself for not asking him how to start your garden. Might have been more useful than asking for what kind of flowers you should plant. You sighed again as you googled how to start a garden. As you read the search results, too lazy to bother clicking on an actual article, one of the recommended searches catches your eye.
What flower is associated with love?
That's easy, you thought. Roses were associated with romance, everyone knew that. From wedding bouquets to Valentine's day gifts, roses were a go to for lovers.
Still you were curious about Google's take so you clicked on it. You tapped your fingers against the counter as it loaded. Of course the first thing that popped up was roses. But it wasn't the only result. Tulips, Orchids, Lilies, Peruvian Lilies, and Carnations also came up as romantic flowers.
Those results scratched your brain. Slowly turning your gaze from your computer screen to the bag of gardening supplies, your brain ticked. You reached into the bag and pulled out the packets of seeds, you laid them out on your counter so the types were visible. The flowers Sunghoon had picked out for you matched the search results.
Sucking in a deep breath you opened a new tab and searched up flower meanings. You clicked on the first one that popped up and scrolled and read until you found what you were looking for.
Tulips were used to express endearing love.
Orchids expressed affection and love that withstood challenges.
Lilies represent eternal love, symbolizing pure and deep affection.
Peruvian Lilies meant a strong bond with straits such as loyalty and devotion.
Carnations symbolize love and appreciation.
You felt dizzy. Did Sunghoon know what the flowers he picked for you meant? Was it a coincidence? A few you could excuse, but all?
Placing your head in your hands you tried to keep your breath steady. Truth be told you had a not so small crush on your quiet coworker. Ever since your first day at the shop. His looks had drawn you in but it wasn't what pulled you in deep. You had made your first bouquet for the store and were so excited to sell it. But no one appeared to want it.
Sunghoon had noticed your dismay and slipped over to your side when the store was sold. He had bought your bouquet with nothing more than a nod. You didn't know but he put it on his nightstand and would stare at it wistfully as he laid in bed at night. He was amazed by the beauty you had created that no one had appreciated. He kept it long past its death. Throwing it away brokenhearted, only as the long since petals decided to mold.
And now staring at the seeds he'd picked for you you felt a shiver of hope. Maybe he liked you back? But how would you find out? You supposed you could always ask him.
The next day at work you couldn't sit still. You fidgeted with nervous excitement. You kept stealing glances over at Sunghoon as he helped customers, often meeting his eyes as he was looking at you too.
Sunghoon was losing his mind with nerves. Did you figure it out? It wasn't too obvious but if you cared you surely would have noticed. And why did you keep looking at him? Did you indeed figure it out but were disgusted instead of enamored?
He was dying to put it simply.
Gathering up courage he went over to your side and pretended to be interested in the flower magazines on the stand. He was dying to ask you, but he was terrified.
"Hey Sunghoon?" Your soft voice reached his ears.
He hummed in response, not looking at you, too afraid to see what emotion was swimming in your eyes.
"Why did you recommend those flowers to me? Was there a reason or...?"
His knees almost gave out. He yearned to say the truth. But his mouth was his enemy. "They are just my favourites."
"Oh." He finally looked up to see disappointment in your face. It nearly broke him.
"I love you!" He blurted before his mouth could seal shut, trapping them inside of him forever.
Your mouth dropped open in shock.
Feeling a strange surge of confidence he rushed on. The words seemed to spill from his lips.
"I have for a long time really, I just never knew how to tell you. I know how much you love flowers so I thought that by giving you flowers with romantic symbolism it would take the place of a worded confession. I just got really nervous and afraid you'd reject me." His voice grew quiet giving you time to respond.
You were stunned for a moment before regaining your voice. "That's the sweetest way someone's ever confessed to me." You smiled at him. "Who knew you'd be such a romantic?"
His ears were burning. "I'm not really.... I just wanted to be for you."
"You can be."
His eyes widened in surprise. Hope flared inside his chest. "Really?"
"Yeah unless you changed your mind."
"No." He said it so firmly it took you aback. "Never. I'm not changing my mind. Not now, not in a million years, not ever." His voice held such truth and longing it made your insides mush.
"I won't change my mind either." You assured him, reaching across the counter to grab his hand.
He hesitated before bringing the back of your hand up to his lips and placing a soft lingering kiss to it that said more than words ever could.
A gloved hand brushed yours. "Let me." Sunghoon said gently.
You removed your hand from the gardening box, letting Sunghoon pull the last weed and throw it on the pile. He wore gloves, and sensing you wouldn't wear any, he brought an extra pair with him. Still he didn't want you to hurt yourself on a thorn. What if the thorn was so sharp it broke through the fabric of the glove and pricked the delicate skin beneath?
"You could have let me pull a single weed you know? I know you're my boyfriend but I'm not helpless."
He felt warm inside at the title. Boyfriend. That's right, he was your boyfriend. Him confessing to you hadn't been a dream, and you returning his feelings hadn't been a hallucination.
"I like doing things for you." He said simply, pulling off his gloves.
You rolled your eyes affectionately. "I love you."
"I love you too." The words rolled easily off his tongue. He felt happy and content saying them, it was no longer a struggle to get words past his lips for you.
You grabbed a seed packet, Lilies, and smiled mischievously.
"Don't worry when these grow, I'll make you all the flower arrangements you want so you don't have to hoard dead flowers." You teased him.
Oh how he regretted telling you about the first bouquet he bought from you.
"Throwing them away feels like I'm throwing away a part of your love." He admitted softly.
God how you adored him.
"You can't throw me away that easily."
He smiled. "I'll never throw you away."
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon planting your garden. Sunghoon being patient when teaching you the steps and techniques.
The time he had with you was the happiest time in his entire life. He had no regrets about blurting those three words to you.
As you stood in the setting sun looking proudly at your now planted garden, he couldn't resist intertwining his hands with yours and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before pressing his lips against you. Sunghoon always kissed you like he was returning from a 30 year long war. His kisses were filled with yearning. He wanted you to know how much he was devoted to you. And he would do it through any means.
Yes Sunghoon was a quiet person but he would give you all his words if it meant making you happy.
Sunghoon loved praise you quickly figured out the longer you were in your relationship with him.
And while of course he enjoyed being praised, his happiness in life came from praising you.
Were you spoiled?
Perhaps.
But its not your fault Sunghoon loved whispering random praise in your ear.
"Good job eating all your food."
"You're doing so well."
"I'm so proud of you."
He was still so shocked he had mustered up the courage to ask to be yours. He was not going to waste the opportunity he believed he didn't deserve.
And then there was the praise he cooed at you while under him.
Diabolical.
"That's it... let me make you feel good baby." He said oh so softly as he pushed two of his fingers into you. "So tight for me hmm? And I haven't even really started."
There was warmth on your left thigh where Sunghoon was holding you open. He was watching his two fingers slowly drag in and out of you with a small smile. As the pad of his finger brushed that special spot inside you, you gasped.
"Right there? Does that feel good?" Sunghoon aimed for that spot, curling his fingers at just the right angle.
"Yes Hoonie feels so good...!" You whimpered. He used to be so shy and quiet what happened? While he was still quiet in public it seemed he loved talking your ear off during intimate moments.
"Glad I can make you feel good pretty girl. You take it so well." He smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Just a little longer and you can take my cock pretty.
After a few more minutes of Sunghoon sending tingles of pleasure up your spine with his fingers, he withdrew them. Much to your dismay. A huge part of you loved the personality switch that happened in bed.
"Hey hey don't pout I'll fix the ache okay? I'll always take care of my good girl." He assured you the second he saw a frown. How could he ever give you less than the moon?
He unbuckled his belt and pulled of his pants and boxers in one go. His cock was hard and pretty, the pink tip leaking just for you.
"You've been so good you deserve this." He said as he lined himself up to you. "So wet and so perfect."
He pressed his tip to your clit rubbing slightly to tease you, then he moved and pushed it inside.
"Always so tight." He groaned and pushed deeper. Oh how he had to hold himself back from finishing right then and there. He just loved you way too much.
You clung to him, despite having done this before it was always overwhelming when he fucked you. He was so gentle, so precise, with his words of endearment and praise.
Sunghoon literally made you melt.
Moving deeper he let out as satisfied sigh as he bottomed out inside you.
"I'm home" Home, of course, being your aching cunt.
You were practically on fire with how needy Sunghoon had made you, squeezing around him like you never wanted to let him go.
"Move please." You begged.
"Shh I'll take care of you. Just lay there and take it for me." Sunghoon slowly pulled out.
The feeling of his cock dragging against your gummy walls was almost too much. Before you could miss the feeling he shoved home again, hitting your spot perfectly.
He kept doing that, slowly pulling out and suddenly thrusting forward. It felt like he was worshipping you with his dick. Which of course he was.
"Pretty. So fucking pretty." He said referring to the way your body reacted to him.
He captured your lips with his. There was nothing rough in the way he kissed you. His lips were as gentle as his hands as they rubbed up and down your side's.
He kissed you like you were fragile and would break under the slightest pressure. If you did break your boyfriend would piece you back together with his love and care.
"Squeezing me for what? I'm not leaving love." Sunghoon assured you keeping his gentle thrusts.
You couldn't respond too blessed out. A few moans left you as he thrusted into you again and again. Never fast or rough. He had all the time in the world to make you feel good and satisfy you.
He brought you closer and closer to your climax with each movement.
"Gonna-" You tried to warn him but he smiled and muttered "I know baby I know."
It only took one more thrust for you to break. Trembling you gasped him name as your fingers clawed at the bedsheets.
Sunghoon groaned atop you as he felt you spasm and clench around him.
"Good job baby. You're breaking so pretty for me."
Suddenly Sunghoon kissed you again moaning into your mouth as he released inside you.
Pulling back he breathed heavily. "There we go. Fell better? Is the ache gone?"
"Mhm all gone Hoonie." You whispered still dazed.
He rubbed your thigh as he smiled brightly. "See I always take care of you."
Your breathing slowly returned to normal under the soft praise and affection Sunghoon showered you in.
"Let's get you cleaned up yeah? I'll run you a bath."
Sunghoon left the room to prepare the bath. You knew he didn't want you getting up but you really didn't want to be alone. You blamed it on post sex emotions.
Wobbling to the bathroom you found your gentle boyfriend kneeling at the side of the tub. He was testing the water with a hand while the other adjusted it until he was satisfied.
Upon seeing you a smile lit up his face. "Pretty girl you didn't have to get up yet." He stood up and took your hand. "Test the water for me?"
Reaching down with your free hand you dipped it into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Eagerly stepping inside the tub you let out a kissed sigh as the warmth of the water killed the chill on your naked skin.
Wordlessly Sunghoon washed your body with gentle hands and even did your hair, not letting you lift a single finger. He liked taking care of you.
After your bath he wrapped you in a towel before disappearing to grab your pajamas. Helping you into them and leading you into your bedroom once again.
"Lets get you to sleep. You've got work tomorrow." He said softly, pulling back the covers so you could climb in.
He covered you up ensuring you were warm before he joined you. Wrapping his arms around you all Sunghoon felt was contentment.
"I love you." He whispered sleepily into your hair.
Half asleep already you mumbled it back before the dark consumed you.
Synopsis: Sunghoon has never been good with words, but he wants to be for the girl that works at the flower shop. So he communicates in a way she'll understand, with flowers.
Warnings: Fluffy, a little bit of angst?, A man who yearns is a man who earns!!!, Soft Smut, Soft Dom!Sunghoon, Praise Kink, Slight body worship, Talkative Hoon, Pet Names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, good girl, love), Aftercare,
A/N: Of course my first post had to be the revamped version of my first ever enhypen fic.
Sunghoon was the quiet type, and he was okay with it. He prefered to listen rather than speak, and actions over words. Words were easy to say and often held lies, but actions were hard to fake. And not just the forced smile, but the actions that were basically second nature and muscle memory. Like looking both ways before crossing a street or the urge to embrace someone who meant everything to you.
Some people needed words to express their truths, yet Sunghoon chose to let his body express what needed to be told.
He's never had any faults when it came to his means of communication. Not until you.
You made him want to talk, a horrifying concept really. Suddenly his heart wanted to escape the safety of smiles and body language. His heart urged for words and love felt expressions that sounded like they were from a hopeless romantic and not someone of few words. His heart was ready to jump off a bridge while his mind teetered on the edge of confusion.
Of course he knew what it was. Attraction. Lots of people were attracted to many. Yet why did he feel like he was both dying and breathing air for the first time when he saw you? Why did his lips never want to rest but quirk up whenever you talked? Why did his hands feel sweaty when you laughed? He barely knew you.
He worked with you technically. It was a joint store owned by a elderly married couple. One side sold gardening supplies and the other flowers. Most considered them to be the same store, but to Sunghoon the short walk from the garden side to the flower side felt as vast as an ocean.
You weren't strangers, you'd been working together for over a year. And as hard as some try, you can't just ignore your coworkers. However Sunghoon felt the time he spent with you, whether it was talking about crappy customers or simply working in silence, was nothing. That it didn't even make a dent in his years. He could blink and you would be gone, slipped right between his fingers all due to him not doing anything. That idea scared him.
The reality of this fear really set in one sunny morning when a customer came in and bought flowers from your side and flirted with you while you rang him up. In his panicked state he easily mistook harmless friendly conversation with flirting. But could you really blame him? He was horrified. The image of losing you while just standing there on the side lines with the words on his tongue but never being able to slip past the prison that was his lips, it destroyed him. Watching you be happy with someone else was he faded away heartbroken.
He couldn't let that happen. Much to his frustration the words still seemed to mock him. Lingering in his mind but never gracing the world. However he was determined, more stubborn, to put an effort in. He was tired of silent yearning and instead wanted to act.
But how? Words were his weakness. Was there a way to convey his heart without speaking his mind?
He leaned against the counter, resting his arms on it. The view from his work space was perfect. The checkout counter for the gardening side was tucked in the back corner with a perfect view of the store. That included where your check out counter was. You were sitting on a stool behind it lazily flipping through a flower catalog simply passing time. The store was rather empty at the moment.
You looked up and caught Sunghoon looking at you. You often caught him looking at you. At first you were worried it was for a negative reason. As time passed you just got used to it and Sunghoon wasn't a rude person, he wouldn't stare at you if he had a problem with you. He'd simply ignore you. You smiled at him and waved.
Sunghoon's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your smile and he hoped it didn't show, or maybe he did, as he waved back with one of his small smiles that seemed to say more than words ever could.
The previously mentioned heart stopped as you glanced at the door before slipping off your stool and walking over to his side.
"Hey you got a minute? I mean since you know the store is just so busy." You joked so easily with him. Stopping In front of the counter you rested your elbow on it.
"What's up?" Sunghoon gave you his full attention.
"So I really like working here. Flowers are just beautiful and have always meant so much to me, so I figured I'd start a garden but have no idea where to start." You shrugged sheepishly.
The look in Sunghoon's eyes couldn't have been described as anything but fond. Yet neither of you seemed to notice it.
"Well, do you have a place for it? Kind of pointless planning a garden without having a place to put it."
You smiled. "The person that lived in my apartment before me left an old flower box in front of my house. All I have to do is clean it out."
Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good start. When picking flowers for personal reasons you should choose ones that mean something to you or you like the best."
A sigh left your lips. "Ah that's the problem. I like all flowers. That's why I thought it would be better to ask someone else."
Sunghoon had to stop himself from smiling. You could have chosen to talk to anyone about your garden, but you chose him. You sought his advice and opinions over others. The thought warmed him.
"Flowers have meanings. Picking favourites is hard if you're not going based on just looks." Sunghoon sympathized.
Meanings. Flowers had meanings. His mind raced. This could be his chance. So when he looks back on you years from now while you are happy with someone else, he can convince himself not to blame himself and say he tried.
"I have recommendations if you want them?" He suggested softly.
Your eyes brightened as you nodded excitedly. He allowed a small smile to play on his lips as he ripped a post-it from the pile he kept on the counter to keep notes on inventory. He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and clicked it.
"Okay here's a few I think will look fantastic in your garden…"
You sat at your kitchen counter with a sigh. You opened your laptop and signed in. The bag of gardening supplies sat next to your laptop. Sunghoon, bless his heart, had been such a help to your clueless mind. Yes you may work with flowers but that didn't mean you weren't indecisive.
You silently cursed yourself for not asking him how to start your garden. Might have been more useful than asking for what kind of flowers you should plant. You sighed again as you googled how to start a garden. As you read the search results, too lazy to bother clicking on an actual article, one of the recommended searches catches your eye.
What flower is associated with love?
That's easy, you thought. Roses were associated with romance, everyone knew that. From wedding bouquets to Valentine's day gifts, roses were a go to for lovers.
Still you were curious about Google's take so you clicked on it. You tapped your fingers against the counter as it loaded. Of course the first thing that popped up was roses. But it wasn't the only result. Tulips, Orchids, Lilies, Peruvian Lilies, and Carnations also came up as romantic flowers.
Those results scratched your brain. Slowly turning your gaze from your computer screen to the bag of gardening supplies, your brain ticked. You reached into the bag and pulled out the packets of seeds, you laid them out on your counter so the types were visible. The flowers Sunghoon had picked out for you matched the search results.
Sucking in a deep breath you opened a new tab and searched up flower meanings. You clicked on the first one that popped up and scrolled and read until you found what you were looking for.
Tulips were used to express endearing love.
Orchids expressed affection and love that withstood challenges.
Lilies represent eternal love, symbolizing pure and deep affection.
Peruvian Lilies meant a strong bond with straits such as loyalty and devotion.
Carnations symbolize love and appreciation.
You felt dizzy. Did Sunghoon know what the flowers he picked for you meant? Was it a coincidence? A few you could excuse, but all?
Placing your head in your hands you tried to keep your breath steady. Truth be told you had a not so small crush on your quiet coworker. Ever since your first day at the shop. His looks had drawn you in but it wasn't what pulled you in deep. You had made your first bouquet for the store and were so excited to sell it. But no one appeared to want it.
Sunghoon had noticed your dismay and slipped over to your side when the store was sold. He had bought your bouquet with nothing more than a nod. You didn't know but he put it on his nightstand and would stare at it wistfully as he laid in bed at night. He was amazed by the beauty you had created that no one had appreciated. He kept it long past its death. Throwing it away brokenhearted, only as the long since petals decided to mold.
And now staring at the seeds he'd picked for you you felt a shiver of hope. Maybe he liked you back? But how would you find out? You supposed you could always ask him.
The next day at work you couldn't sit still. You fidgeted with nervous excitement. You kept stealing glances over at Sunghoon as he helped customers, often meeting his eyes as he was looking at you too.
Sunghoon was losing his mind with nerves. Did you figure it out? It wasn't too obvious but if you cared you surely would have noticed. And why did you keep looking at him? Did you indeed figure it out but were disgusted instead of enamored?
He was dying to put it simply.
Gathering up courage he went over to your side and pretended to be interested in the flower magazines on the stand. He was dying to ask you, but he was terrified.
"Hey Sunghoon?" Your soft voice reached his ears.
He hummed in response, not looking at you, too afraid to see what emotion was swimming in your eyes.
"Why did you recommend those flowers to me? Was there a reason or...?"
His knees almost gave out. He yearned to say the truth. But his mouth was his enemy. "They are just my favourites."
"Oh." He finally looked up to see disappointment in your face. It nearly broke him.
"I love you!" He blurted before his mouth could seal shut, trapping them inside of him forever.
Your mouth dropped open in shock.
Feeling a strange surge of confidence he rushed on. The words seemed to spill from his lips.
"I have for a long time really, I just never knew how to tell you. I know how much you love flowers so I thought that by giving you flowers with romantic symbolism it would take the place of a worded confession. I just got really nervous and afraid you'd reject me." His voice grew quiet giving you time to respond.
You were stunned for a moment before regaining your voice. "That's the sweetest way someone's ever confessed to me." You smiled at him. "Who knew you'd be such a romantic?"
His ears were burning. "I'm not really.... I just wanted to be for you."
"You can be."
His eyes widened in surprise. Hope flared inside his chest. "Really?"
"Yeah unless you changed your mind."
"No." He said it so firmly it took you aback. "Never. I'm not changing my mind. Not now, not in a million years, not ever." His voice held such truth and longing it made your insides mush.
"I won't change my mind either." You assured him, reaching across the counter to grab his hand.
He hesitated before bringing the back of your hand up to his lips and placing a soft lingering kiss to it that said more than words ever could.
A gloved hand brushed yours. "Let me." Sunghoon said gently.
You removed your hand from the gardening box, letting Sunghoon pull the last weed and throw it on the pile. He wore gloves, and sensing you wouldn't wear any, he brought an extra pair with him. Still he didn't want you to hurt yourself on a thorn. What if the thorn was so sharp it broke through the fabric of the glove and pricked the delicate skin beneath?
"You could have let me pull a single weed you know? I know you're my boyfriend but I'm not helpless."
He felt warm inside at the title. Boyfriend. That's right, he was your boyfriend. Him confessing to you hadn't been a dream, and you returning his feelings hadn't been a hallucination.
"I like doing things for you." He said simply, pulling off his gloves.
You rolled your eyes affectionately. "I love you."
"I love you too." The words rolled easily off his tongue. He felt happy and content saying them, it was no longer a struggle to get words past his lips for you.
You grabbed a seed packet, Lilies, and smiled mischievously.
"Don't worry when these grow, I'll make you all the flower arrangements you want so you don't have to hoard dead flowers." You teased him.
Oh how he regretted telling you about the first bouquet he bought from you.
"Throwing them away feels like I'm throwing away a part of your love." He admitted softly.
God how you adored him.
"You can't throw me away that easily."
He smiled. "I'll never throw you away."
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon planting your garden. Sunghoon being patient when teaching you the steps and techniques.
The time he had with you was the happiest time in his entire life. He had no regrets about blurting those three words to you.
As you stood in the setting sun looking proudly at your now planted garden, he couldn't resist intertwining his hands with yours and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before pressing his lips against you. Sunghoon always kissed you like he was returning from a 30 year long war. His kisses were filled with yearning. He wanted you to know how much he was devoted to you. And he would do it through any means.
Yes Sunghoon was a quiet person but he would give you all his words if it meant making you happy.
Sunghoon loved praise you quickly figured out the longer you were in your relationship with him.
And while of course he enjoyed being praised, his happiness in life came from praising you.
Were you spoiled?
Perhaps.
But its not your fault Sunghoon loved whispering random praise in your ear.
"Good job eating all your food."
"You're doing so well."
"I'm so proud of you."
He was still so shocked he had mustered up the courage to ask to be yours. He was not going to waste the opportunity he believed he didn't deserve.
And then there was the praise he cooed at you while under him.
Diabolical.
"That's it... let me make you feel good baby." He said oh so softly as he pushed two of his fingers into you. "So tight for me hmm? And I haven't even really started."
There was warmth on your left thigh where Sunghoon was holding you open. He was watching his two fingers slowly drag in and out of you with a small smile. As the pad of his finger brushed that special spot inside you, you gasped.
"Right there? Does that feel good?" Sunghoon aimed for that spot, curling his fingers at just the right angle.
"Yes Hoonie feels so good...!" You whimpered. He used to be so shy and quiet what happened? While he was still quiet in public it seemed he loved talking your ear off during intimate moments.
"Glad I can make you feel good pretty girl. You take it so well." He smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Just a little longer and you can take my cock pretty.
After a few more minutes of Sunghoon sending tingles of pleasure up your spine with his fingers, he withdrew them. Much to your dismay. A huge part of you loved the personality switch that happened in bed.
"Hey hey don't pout I'll fix the ache okay? I'll always take care of my good girl." He assured you the second he saw a frown. How could he ever give you less than the moon?
He unbuckled his belt and pulled of his pants and boxers in one go. His cock was hard and pretty, the pink tip leaking just for you.
"You've been so good you deserve this." He said as he lined himself up to you. "So wet and so perfect."
He pressed his tip to your clit rubbing slightly to tease you, then he moved and pushed it inside.
"Always so tight." He groaned and pushed deeper. Oh how he had to hold himself back from finishing right then and there. He just loved you way too much.
You clung to him, despite having done this before it was always overwhelming when he fucked you. He was so gentle, so precise, with his words of endearment and praise.
Sunghoon literally made you melt.
Moving deeper he let out as satisfied sigh as he bottomed out inside you.
"I'm home" Home, of course, being your aching cunt.
You were practically on fire with how needy Sunghoon had made you, squeezing around him like you never wanted to let him go.
"Move please." You begged.
"Shh I'll take care of you. Just lay there and take it for me." Sunghoon slowly pulled out.
The feeling of his cock dragging against your gummy walls was almost too much. Before you could miss the feeling he shoved home again, hitting your spot perfectly.
He kept doing that, slowly pulling out and suddenly thrusting forward. It felt like he was worshipping you with his dick. Which of course he was.
"Pretty. So fucking pretty." He said referring to the way your body reacted to him.
He captured your lips with his. There was nothing rough in the way he kissed you. His lips were as gentle as his hands as they rubbed up and down your side's.
He kissed you like you were fragile and would break under the slightest pressure. If you did break your boyfriend would piece you back together with his love and care.
"Squeezing me for what? I'm not leaving love." Sunghoon assured you keeping his gentle thrusts.
You couldn't respond too blessed out. A few moans left you as he thrusted into you again and again. Never fast or rough. He had all the time in the world to make you feel good and satisfy you.
He brought you closer and closer to your climax with each movement.
"Gonna-" You tried to warn him but he smiled and muttered "I know baby I know."
It only took one more thrust for you to break. Trembling you gasped him name as your fingers clawed at the bedsheets.
Sunghoon groaned atop you as he felt you spasm and clench around him.
"Good job baby. You're breaking so pretty for me."
Suddenly Sunghoon kissed you again moaning into your mouth as he released inside you.
Pulling back he breathed heavily. "There we go. Fell better? Is the ache gone?"
"Mhm all gone Hoonie." You whispered still dazed.
He rubbed your thigh as he smiled brightly. "See I always take care of you."
Your breathing slowly returned to normal under the soft praise and affection Sunghoon showered you in.
"Let's get you cleaned up yeah? I'll run you a bath."
Sunghoon left the room to prepare the bath. You knew he didn't want you getting up but you really didn't want to be alone. You blamed it on post sex emotions.
Wobbling to the bathroom you found your gentle boyfriend kneeling at the side of the tub. He was testing the water with a hand while the other adjusted it until he was satisfied.
Upon seeing you a smile lit up his face. "Pretty girl you didn't have to get up yet." He stood up and took your hand. "Test the water for me?"
Reaching down with your free hand you dipped it into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Eagerly stepping inside the tub you let out a kissed sigh as the warmth of the water killed the chill on your naked skin.
Wordlessly Sunghoon washed your body with gentle hands and even did your hair, not letting you lift a single finger. He liked taking care of you.
After your bath he wrapped you in a towel before disappearing to grab your pajamas. Helping you into them and leading you into your bedroom once again.
"Lets get you to sleep. You've got work tomorrow." He said softly, pulling back the covers so you could climb in.
He covered you up ensuring you were warm before he joined you. Wrapping his arms around you all Sunghoon felt was contentment.
"I love you." He whispered sleepily into your hair.
Half asleep already you mumbled it back before the dark consumed you.
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