Hello! Can I request a dom seonghwa with possessive smut?
warning: light choking because... I wrote this so of course there’s choking
“Sorry I’m late, my boss wanted to talk to me,” you called out into your quiet apartment. Too quiet.
You peered into the kitchen expecting to see Seonghwa there making dinner but to your surprise he was absent. The kitchen was cleaner than it was when you left that morning, but void of life-- and food.
“Hwa?” You called out again, receiving no response just like before. While on your way to check the bathroom a small light from the otherwise dark livingroom distracted you.
“You’ll strain your eyes reading by that little candle,” your voice was soft and quiet. Seonghwa was sitting in a chair in the far corner of your living room, an end table pulled up next to him upon which sat a single white candle and a cup of something steaming. You made your way over to him, careful not to accidentally run into any of the furniture that you could barely see. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, which left a mild worry in your mind.
“You should’ve called and told me you’d be late.” He moved to lift his cup to his lips but still didn’t really look at you. You sighed and sat down on the floor in front of him, noting the way he paused for just a second.
“I know and I’m sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you, sir?” There was a lilt in your voice that made a little smirk play on Seonghwa’s lips, but he quickly regained his composure. He set down his cup and book on the table and uncrossed his legs in the most casual yet indescribably hot way.
“Well I was quite worried so you’re gonna have to work to make it up to me,” he didn’t wait for your response before continuing. “Unbutton your shirt but don’t take it off.” You followed his order with no hesitation, undoing the buttons of your dress shirt quickly and as a little bonus for him, you moved the white fabric back just a little so he could have full view of your torso. The way the candlelight softly bounced off the curves and edges of your soft skin and collar bones looked like art and left him a little breathless, almost putting a crack in his dominant persona.
“You look so stunning in those tight dress shirts you wear for work, I bet your boss kept you late so he could admire you in private,” he unbuckled his belt as he spoke, making your mouth water.
“Oh please, my boss is just a tiny old man, practically dead already,” you muttered. Seonghwa chuckled as he slowly slid his belt off his waist but didn’t discard it.
“Those are the kinds of bosses you need to be careful of; old perverts that like to fantasize about all the hot young people working for them. Come here.” You scooted right up against the chair between his legs allowing him to loop his belt around your neck just enough so it sat comfortably around your throat, not too snug. He held fast to the other end of the belt as he expertly undid the zipper on his pants.
“Such a shame for him that he can only imagine what you look like under that pretty white shirt but I,” he tugged on the belt bringing you centimeters away from his length. “I get to see it- see you. I get to feel you and use you in ways other people c-can only imagine.” His breath got caught in his throat as you took him into your mouth eager to prove his point that he was the only person who you’d act like a good little pet for.
“I’m still pissed that he kept you late and made me worry. Maybe I should fuck your throat so he can’t keep you at work ‘talking,’ hm?” He tightened the belt just enough that you choked a little on the way it squeezed your throat around his cock, drool spilling past your lips as you gagged. Seonghwa’s jaw went slack and he finally stopped talking as you did your best to suck him off while barely being able to breathe.
Fortunately, you didn’t have to put in much effort for long. With his free hand grabbed a fist full of your hair to still you before he began thrusting roughly into your mouth. The otherwise silent room was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of you gurgling and gagging on his cock. You tried hard to blink away the tears that were spilling from your eyes so you could look up at his face. You wanted to see his euphoric expression as he got closer to his high; the way his eyes scrunched shut in concentration, his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, his pretty lips parted as he tried to contain his moans.
Suddenly he halted, his grip in your hair so tight that you winced knowing that he had pulled out a few hairs from the root. He came deep into your throat and you tried your hardest not to let a single bit spill past your lips and onto his pants- not wanting to waste any and also irritate him all at once. When he finished he let go of your hair and the belt, his hands going up to push his hair out of his face. Wheezing, you clumsily pulled the belt off your neck and tossed it to the ground. Both of you sat there for a few moments trying to catch your breath- literally on your part. When your lungs stopped burning you spoke up.
“So, did I make it up to you?” Your voice was raspy as you spoke. No thanks to him.
“Yeah, I think you did. Your boss on the other hand-” you cut him off by kicking his shin playfully.
“Let’s get cleaned up and order dinner. I know you prefer my cooking but I’m too tired to cook now; blame your boss for that.” He helped you up and wiped the tears and drool off your face with his sleeve before giving you a sweet, loving kiss.
