𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 smut, established relationship, romance, angst, tension, hurt/comfort, fuckboy!hwa, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, teasing/edging, vaginal sex (unprotected), doggystyle, overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ first, we fight, then we fuck and make up <3 ── word count: ³.¹ᵏ 👠 “Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you—holy airball.”
A/N: wrote this cause I’ve been thirsting over seonghwa (ik big shocker there) but also been having a tougher time these days but doing my best to not be defeated or lose my passion and this just came to mind. sorry if it sucks, I just needed an outlet, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“Ugh! Fuck you, Hwa!”
“I thought we were fighting. Now you wanna fuck?”
The smug grin spreading across his lips filled you with equal parts disgust and dread because you knew it was as easy as breathing for you to fall for his charms.
Not today.
“Keep it up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away, “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”
Before you could make it two steps, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist.
“Okay, okay.” His teasing melted away. “Don’t go. I don’t want to leave things like this.”
His expression softened, those big, warm brown eyes searching yours. Fuck! No! You glanced away before they could pull you in, looking anywhere else but at his face, blinking hard against the sting building behind your eyes.
“I’m tired of you embarrassing me and making me look like—”
Your voice caught.
“Like what?”
“Look like…some crazy bitch who’s desperate, obsessed, and head over heels for you.”
“..so you’re not head over heels for me?” There it was—that stupid grin again. You yanked your wrist from his hand.
“You think this is funny and it’s not.”
His smile faltered.
“Forget it.”
“No, wait.” He stepped forward. “What do you want me to say?”
His jaw tightened.
“She came on to me.”
“You allowed it! You went along with the whole thing—buying her drinks, dancing with her.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed from exhaustion.
“Your friends continue to treat me as a joke because you do.”
“My friends are assholes, I can’t control how they act.”
His brows furrowed, his hand reaching out to touch you again but you stepped back to avoid it.
“Why is that my fault?”
“Because you never shut them down.”
You could barely look at him but you met his eyes, trying to calm down but the situation made you more upset than you’ve ever been before. This wasn’t the first fight, but it was the worst.
“You pick your friends and that says everything about you.”
Seonghwa flinched, the words paining him just as much as they pained you to say, but only half as much as his actions from the other night made you feel.
“I’m an asshole and I’m sorry. What can I do to make this right?”
It took everything out of you not to slap him, but you’d never lay a hand on Seonghwa. You couldn’t—wouldn’t. It wouldn’t solve anything regardless. It would only drive a final nail in the coffin of your relationship.
You were done with the argument.
You said everything there was to say.
“You can sleep on the couch. Goodnight.”
With that, you stormed off toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you before he could say another word, sobbing into your hand.
Half expecting him to knock on the door, you’re pleased when he doesn’t. You fall face first into your pillow and cry to your broken heart’s content.
At some point, you must’ve cried yourself asleep. Your pillowcase, stained with tears and smudged mascara, was proof enough. You rolled over and your hand instinctively reached over to Seonghwa’s side of the bed, fisting the sheets. Why’d he have to be such a jerk?
Why’d you have to miss him? His touch? His warmth?
Even his snores soothed something inside you, and the empty space beside you left you restless. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself back to sleep, but it never came.
Eventually, with sleep refusing to come, you pushed yourself out of bed. The first thing your hand grabbed was one of Seonghwa’s oversized t-shirts. You pulled it over your head, leaving your panties untouched, then quietly slipped out of the room.
The hum of commercials coming from the TV grew louder as you entered the living room, crossing over to the couch on the balls of your feet.
That’s when you saw him—
Hwa lay sprawled across the love seat, breathing softly as he slept on his back. The glow from the television washed over his face, softening every sharp angle. You bit your lower lip. His sweatpants had slipped low on his hips, the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt.
Damn him.
You stood over him and leaned down, tapping on his shoulder. He didn’t stir an inch. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off.
Tapping Seonghwa again, harder this time, he finally shifted. His eyes scanned the room as they opened, then he sat up, disgruntled.
“Babe?” He groaned. “Is something wrong? You okay?”
His concern pierced straight through the walls you’d spent the last few hours building around yourself.
Damn him…again.
How did he make staying angry so difficult?
“Define okay.”
Seonghwa nodded, flitting his gaze and stared at the floor. It was obvious he felt guilty.
Good.
If he wanted your forgiveness, he’d have to earn it—and you had a few ideas where to start. You took a deep breath and held out your hand to him. It took him a moment to understand, glancing at your hand then back up to your face, confusion settling in his expression. Then cautiously, he took your hand in his.
You helped him stand to his feet before dragging him to the bedroom. Even half-asleep, he moved with effortless grace—agile bunny. Closing the door behind, you leaned your back against it. Anger and desire churned together inside you until you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
“Baby, I really am sorry. Can we talk more in the—”
Suddenly, cutting off his words, you closed the distance between you and lunged at him, pressing your lips to his with hunger and greed. Seonghwa’s hands slipped around your waist, tasting you with similar tension and need. Your hands trailed up the sides of his neck, fisting the hair at the nape of his head.
His tongue brushed against yours before he leaned back, leaving you pouting like a toddler who got their toy taken away.
“Wait, y/n, I want you to hear me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to weasel out of—”
“Stop talking.” You muttered, returning your lips to his.
Your wet lips trailed lower, kissing and licking the corner of his mouth before moving to his jaw and then his throat. Seonghwa let out a hushed moan, gripping the hem of your shirt tightly.
“I just want you to know…I know I was wrong and—”
“I have something better for that mouth to do other than yap.”
Hwa raised an eyebrow, curiosity briefly eclipsing the guilt in his eyes.
“I want you to do that thing…” You both stood in silence for a beat, “…with your tongue. Now.”
That cheeky smile of his made a quick comeback. He made short work of guiding you backward toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the bed frame and your butt plopped down on the mattress. He sank to his knees and hoisted your legs above his shoulders, drawing you back on your forearms.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed.
His fingers tightened around your thigh as Seonghwa pushed your legs apart and placed slow, tantalizing kisses up your inner thigh until he got to the crease of your hip. His nose grazed along your panty line, lightly kissing the wet splotch of fabric. It drove you crazy.
You caressed his bicep roughly, crescent shapes indenting his skin from your nails.
“Stop teasing, Hwa,” you let out breathlessly.
He lifted his head and sweetly nipped the inside of your thigh.
“But, baby, teasing is the best part…” He rubbed two of his long fingers in circles over the damp cotton, playing delicately with your covered clit.
Your thighs shook slightly in his strong hands. Seonghwa ignored the way you squirmed, heat rushing from your core to your face. Switching his fingers with his lips, he licked a hot stripe up the cloth and sucked at the sensitive bud.
Goddamnit. Your head grew fuzzy, blood pounding in your ears. Seonghwa let out a low laugh as you whimpered, desperate for him to latch his tongue directly to your aching flesh. Your fingernails left angry red marks as they scratched along his arm.
“So wet for me already, I see.” He boasted, nuzzling his face deeper into your soaked panties like a man starved.
“F-fuck you…Hwa…”
“All in good time, y/n.” He tangled his fingers in the strings of your underwear. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
You did as he instructed before he slipped them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. He studied the juicy center between your hips, practically drooling at the sight. His gaze lifted to meet yours before he lowered his head once more, gliding his tongue up and down your pussy once. Your head tipped back, your entire body igniting like a flame.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He asked coyly. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please…eat me...” you whispered, clawing at his hand.
He buried his head, tongue parting through your folds and circling the bundle of nerves that begged for his attention. Seonghwa continued edging you, his tongue traveling everywhere but where you craved.
He knew exactly how to rile you up.
His mouth resumed the task at hand with renewed eagerness, and your choked gasps filled the room.
“H-hwa..” you moaned, but it was a broken, whiny sound from the back of your throat as your fingers twisted in his golden locks.
Your hips rutted up as his tongue worked you, a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping heavily down his chin. Each tug at his hair only spurred him on. He growled against you, sending vibrations through your core. Your toes curled at the overwhelming tension.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped drunkenly.
Words abandoned you. All that came out was incoherent, meaningless babbling. His mouth moved to suck at your throbbing clit with endearing focus, the scorching pleasure blinding you.
Then he did it—that thing you loved most. His tongue slid into you, far as it could into your hot, wet core. His hand resting on your gut to hold you in place as you trembled.
“Hwa—” you cried out, gripping his hand frantically, grinding down as his nose hit your clit with each motion, his name tumbling from your lips. “P-please don’t stop.”
He sucked gingerly at your aching bud, swiveling his tongue flat like a brush in a painter's hand along your insides. The coil in your stomach knotted fast, the relentless attention to your clit sending unbearable sensations rippling through your body.
As the fire in your abdomen spread, an uncontrolled instinct to run away from him coursed through you, your hand shoving his forehead in weak effort.
He kept you exactly where you were.
His shoulders pressed your thighs further back as he moaned into you, keeping his mouth latched to you and his view unobstructed. Seonghwa liked to watch you fall apart. His gaze stayed fixed on your face as it lit up with delight.
The orgasm ripped through you as your eyes shut, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. You rode his tongue in a frenzy with the intense waves rushing through you. Silvery strings of spit and arousal broke as he pulled away. As the white haze faded from your vision, you caught the shine of it on his swollen lips.
Seonghwa stood over you, breathing heavily, taking in the aftermath of you coming undone.
“Fuck…” you panted, flicking your foot softly and pressing your toes to his crotch, teasing the bulge.
Seonghwa was rock hard, his cock pulsing to be freed.
“Flip over and get on your stomach,” his voice was delicate yet commanding as he pulled his sweats down by the waist, "I'm not done with you yet.”
You obeyed immediately, folding yourself over the side of the bed until your feet touched the cold wooden floor.
You barely heard him come up behind you.
Not until his cock pushed inside you, thick and unyielding, and stretched you open inch by inch. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets as the pressure built in your stomach with every snap of hips.
“Oh, y/n, you feel so fucking perfect…” his hands squeezed your waist to steady you as he bottomed out inside you.
The slick, heated squelching and your muffled cries as you stuffed your face in the mattress was all you could hear. Your legs threatened to give out under the weight of his thrusts. The burning friction was sharp, delicious, and intoxicating.
Your soaked cunt fluttered helplessly around him as he rolled his hips gradually, setting an intense but frustrating pace. Your breath hitched when you turned your head to the side, purring raggedly as Seonghwa stuffed you to an all too familiar fullness.
“You like that baby? Hmm, does this feel good?”
He knows you can’t answer.
Bastard.
Everything blurred into white as your body was entranced with fiery bliss, the next orgasm knocking on your belly with searing passion, but that’s when you saw it…
The mirror.
The reflection of the two of you staring back.
Your eyes widened at the sight.
(A few weeks ago, Seonghwa came home with the largest and gaudiest mirror you’d ever seen. A chrome silver frame adorned with red roses and thorny vines surrounded the glass, and he propped it against the wall across from the bed.
You hated it.
He loved it.
So, it stayed—but you didn’t understand why…until now.)
Seonghwa stared into the mirror, lustfully pumping in and out of you, a slow smirk creeping across his face as his eyes locked with yours in the reflection. His dark demeanor was animalistic and carnal and…painfully sexy.
Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you.
Holy airball.
“You’re taking me so good, princess...”
Seonghwa raised your leg, guiding your knee onto the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed deeper into you. One hand gripped the back of your thigh. The other seized the back of your neck, forcing your face into the bedding.
“Fuck…Seonghwa…oh my go—” you whined, feeling your ass bounce against his groin, “I’m c-close…don’t…s-stop…”
Low, wild groans tore from his chest as he quickened his rhythm.
Each thrust felt like an imprint in your pussy—like he was reclaiming you completely as his.
“That’s it, y/n. Cum for me, cum all over my cock,” he grunted.
Those words shoved you right over the edge.
For a second time, a choked sob bursted out of you as your walls clenched around Seonghwa’s length, causing his hips to stutter.
Stars sparkled behind your eyes, and it hit you that this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.
(The memory flickered—Seonghwa had you pinned against a fence in the backyard of his family home—mind-blowing, but this surpassed it.)
“S-shit, holy s-shit…” his deep voice broke, your name dribbling wrecked and raw through his lips as you cum around him.
His head tilted back and hips stilled, spilling his seed inside you, slowly pushing back and forth as you milked every last drop from him.
The only sound was the both of you breathing as he stopped and rested against you.
Seonghwa stayed inside you for a second longer before pulling himself out sluggishly. He fell to his knees, gaze dropping on his cum leaking out of your cunt.
Your body, heavy and flooded, collapsed before you carefully crawled along the bed, attempting to shift away and put some distance between you and your sex demon boyfriend.
It was too late.
Hwa was ravenous.
He followed instantly.
“Nu-uh, come back here.” Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you back.
He greeted you with a sizzling, sticky lick up your drenched core and you yelped at the sudden contact.
He didn’t slow down. Standing over you, he closed the distance again and shoved his finger inside you without warning.
“I have to see you cum one more time.”
“Seonghwa…” you mewled, thighs shaking from the overstimulation.
He added a second ring-clad finger for good measure, the cool metal roughly pressing into your flesh. Hwa drove his fingers further inside you, flexing them and hitting your sweet spot.
Your screams of ecstasy fueled him.
His fingers split you with reckless abandon. Your thoughts dissolved as juices trickled from your cunt, coating his hand and puddling onto the floor.
A piercing slap stung your ass cheek before Seonghwa rubbed the sore skin.
“Good girl. You’re doing very well,” he praised, his thumb playing with your clit in tandem with his strokes.
“Oh my god…”
It was too much.
A strangled noise tumbled from your mouth as the knot in your stomach shattered and released your third orgasm fiercely, your pussy spasming around his digits until he pulled them out.
You quivered tensely, swallowing hard before going limp.
Thick spurts of cum, his and yours, seeped between your legs.
The rest of the night, you and Seonghwa lay together in bed, cuddling with his second erection engulfed by your wet heat. Arms wrapped around each other as he moaned lovingly into your ear.
You were kissing and sucking sloppily all over his neck and throat, leaving these reddish purple splotches on his skin.
Marking your territory.
“Baby…fuck…” Every time he moaned, his cock twitched against your spongy walls.
It made you giggle.
“I want to apologize…please…”
Your head lifted as you met his eyes, ready to finally hear him.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like shit. I promise it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa whispered, appearing extremely sincere.
“I know, Hwa…and I forgive you.”
His face lights up, giving you a short kiss on your lips with the utmost satisfaction. You continued biting at his bruised throat, giving kitten licks in between to soothe the stings.
He meant too much to you to let go of.
He just needed to respect you more.
“But you’ll have to prove that it’s earned with your actions.”
“Didn’t I do that like half an hour ago? You came three times?”
“Shut up,” you tried to stifle your laugh but it came out anyway as you punched him playfully in the chest.
“I will, baby. I swear. I love you too much to—”
Seonghwa’s words cut off as his eyes grew wide.
“I mean…fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uhm...”
You took his face with both hands and kissed him tenderly. It was filled with passion, tongues massaging together as your mouths rolled over each other.
It felt like he was your last breath of air.
“I love you too, Hwa.”
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