Is This Okay?
Summary: You and Seonghwa are best friends. One night the both of you are cuddling while watching a movie. He knows you’ve been stressed the past week and wants to help you relax.
reader is afab
Warnings: 18+, Smut , Fingering, Nipple Play?
PURE WORK OF FICTION
It was a Saturday night, your shared apartment trashed with dirty clothes and takeout boxes.
You were lying in Seonghwa’s lap. Positioned enough to see how the light from the tv outlined his attractive features. You always knew Hwa was attractive, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to have feeling for him. Or maybe you did.
Whenever you’d see girls staring at him as he stood with you in line for lunch, you’d get jealous. Or how girls would snicker and giggle when you sat next to him in lectures. Or maybe you were just protective.
“Did you hear me?” his voice cutting you out your train of thoughts.
“No, sorry,” you respond.
“I said you’re tense,” he places a hand on your stomach. “relax.”
You sigh, slightly relaxing when you feel his hand begin to rub your stomach.
All you could think about this past week was school and your damn family. It was that Thursday morning that Hwa suggested to hang out at your place, to put your mind at rest.
You sigh, shifting your view back towards the tv instead of his jawline.
You snuggle your head deeper into his thighs.
“Cute.” The fuck?
You jokingly slap his jaw. “What did I tell you about stuff like that?” you feel your face burning with heat.
“I’m always honest, y/n.” he shifts his gaze from the tv to you on his lap.
“Relax, okay?” he said it almost like it was a command.
He slowly lifts his hand, gently running his fingers through your hair. You don't pull away, instead you lean into his touch slightly.
Encouraged, he starts to slowly massage your scalp with his fingertips. He can feel you getting even more relaxed against him, your breathing evening out into a soft rhythm.
You hum softly from the way his fingers were dancing on your scalp.
He smiles softly, his fingers working their way down your neck and shoulders. You let out a small hum when he finds a tense spot.
“You know…” he starts. “I don’t like when you’re stressed, it kinda throws my mood off,”
“Why, me being stressed has nothing to do with you,” you add.
“Fair point,” He chuckles softly, his fingers still working on your soft stomach.
His eyes flash with something, he tests his boundaries
He slowly pulls his hand back slightly, then lets it rest again this time his thumb is near your hip bone.
You watch as he moves his hand from your stomach to your hip bone. You begin to feel yourself getting wet with arousal.
You hitch your breath when he reaches his hand down higher, closer to your front.
"Too much?" He asks softly, his thumb moving back and forth slightly, pressing gently against your hip.
He reached again but this time, you don’t pull away, you let him.
Your eyes are locked onto his touch, lingering even lower now.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks softly, looking down at your face.
“N-no, it’s fine keep going,” you answer eagerly.
He nods slightly, shifting his attention back to his hand, that is now continuing its slow ascent. His thumb presses gently against your lower abdomen, right below your belly button.
He can feel your muscles clench slightly at the touch. He moves his hand up a little more, his fingers splayed out across your stomach now.
He watches your body carefully. Your breathing is slower now, your stomach muscles relaxing.
He slowly moves his hand up higher, his fingers now spread out between your breasts.
You whimper from his touch. Now that you’re thinking about it, your breasts have been feeling more sore lately.
He smiles to himself as you softly whimper against him.
He can feel your heart racing against his palm. Without warning, he slowly moves his thumb, brushing it against the underside of one breast. "Shh..." He murmurs softly.
You tuck your face into his lower chest, your breath rapidly increasing.
He can feel your breasts pressing against his hand as you move slightly. Gently, but desperately, he begins to squeeze one breast with his thumb and index finger while keeping the rest of his hand pressed against your chest. He leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Is this okay?” he whispers softly. His other hand spreads out possessively on your stomach. He watches your body carefully. If you like his touches, your body tends to arch slightly and your breath hitches.
His loving gaze watches your body carefully. Your arch slightly off of him and bite your bottom lip.
“Your hand feels so good,” you manage to say.
He smiles softly, his eyes never leaving you. “Does it?”
He can see your nipples hardening under his touch.
He slowly slides his hand inside your shirt, his rough fingers making contact with your bare skin.
He hears you gasp softly as he palms your breast directly now, his calloused thumb rubbing over your hardened nipple.
His other hand moves to grip your hip firmly. "Can I… touch you more.. here?” He asks gently while slowly moving his hand down from your hip towards your inner thigh.
His other hand continues squeezing and rubbing your breast softly while kissing down your neck.
He quickly moves his hand up your inner thigh to cup your warmth through your underwear.
He kisses the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder as he starts to press and massage your pussy through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through.
You shift yourself slightly, now resting your head against his lower chest and furrowing your eyebrows as he massages your dripping cunt.
"Mmn?" He hums softly, seeing you furrow your eyebrows like you're deep in thought.
His thumb rubs slow circles on your lower belly while his other hand continues to cup your pussy softly.
He watches your expressions carefully, eager to know how to pleasure you.
“You doing okay?” He asks, concerningly.
“Just” you wince. “please keep going,”
His thumb hooks inside the waistband of your black panties.
Watching your expression again, he pushes your underwear down slowly, his large slender hand sliding between your thighs to grasp your bare pussy directly.
His fingers spread you open gently as he starts to rub your clit in slow circles with his thumb.
“Is this okay?” he asks, again.
“Keep going and shut the fuck up,” you say sharply.
You hear him chuckle deeply as he slips one finger inside of you.
Without letting you get used to one finger, he slips another one inside.
You moan but he silences you when his lips meet yours in a tender loving kiss.
He’s shoving his tongue in your mouth as his thumb continues to rub circles on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you painfully slow.
“My pretty girl is always so stressed,” he praises against your lips. “I want to make her better,”
He breaks the kiss only to trail soft kisses down your jawline as he finger fucks you gently, but firmly.
“Hwa. Faster, please,” you beg.
He groans deeply, quickening his pace, his thumb now applying more pressure to your clit.
You feel your wetness coating his fingers with every thrust.
“Like that, faster?”
He shifts his focus back to the soft spots on your neck, kissing and sucking hoping to bring you closer to release.
The knot in your lower abdomen is begging to be broken, you just needed more.
The living room was filled with the sounds of his fingers squelching inside of you and your loud whimpers.
You were close. You gripped his arm with your hand as you felt your high coming.
“That’s it, cum for me baby let go.” he praises, continuing to kiss and suck at your neck.
Not long after your riding out your high that washes over you harshly.
Catching your breath, you notice he’s staring at you.
“What?” you say, mind still fuzzy from being finger fucked.
“You know I meant what I said earlier, right? You’re cute.” he replied softly. A flirtatious grin spreading across his face.
(this was my first non drabble smut i hope it was enjoyable!)
