Stalking over to the bed like a cat approaching its prey. You move carefully, trying not to give the game away. Your footsteps are muffled by the soft carpet underfoot.
You hesitate for a second, standing next to the bed watching him, how peaceful he looks, relaxing into the bed, his eyes closed and his mind elsewhere.
You almost don’t want to disturb him.
Almost.
As quick as a flash, you lean down and press your lips against Seonghwa’s soft supple skin, just over his belly button. His muscles tense under your touch but he is not quick enough to stop you from blowing the biggest raspberry you can possibly muster.
Your lips vibrate against his warm skin, shattering the silence in the room in one very loud, very chaotic move.
(Something soft and not 18+ for a change in pace.)
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“Come here” His tone is quiet, lazy almost, as he eyes you from where he’s reclining on the sofa. His plain white tee bagging around the shoulders and his grey joggers pulled low, revealing his midriff as he leans over and places his phone on the coffee table.
You look up from where you’re sprawled on the big hotel bed, sheets mussed up around you, book in hand, wearing just his oversized hoodie but you make no attempt to move.
“Come here” He repeats, this time there is no mistaking his tone. You have no choice in the matter. He pats his lap gently as if he’s letting you make a decision but you both know he isn’t.
“Seonghwa…” you groan as if he’s asked you to climb Everest. Rolling your eyes playfully, you pull yourself off the bed, leaving the sheets a mess and your book discarded as you pad softly across the room towards him. “What?” you ask petulantly as you stand in front of him, scrunching your toes in the thick rug laid out on the floor.
His eyes drift slowly up your body, taking in your bare legs, the way his oversized hoodie hangs low around your thighs, your hands tucked inside the sleeves and your face peaking out from the hood, pretending to be annoyed. When your eyes finally meet, his eyebrow is raised and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“You know what…” he trails off as he pats his lap just once more.
“Fine!” you sigh as if he’s just asked you to commit a great hardship but he knows this is all part of the act, the push and pull between you both which he will always ultimately win no matter how much of a fight you put up.
You climb carefully onto the sofa, slowly wriggling one knee down next to his thigh, digging into the plump cushions, and then the other so you’re straddling him.
You pause, hesitant to settle your full weight on him in case you hurt him but Seonghwa can read you like a book. The hesitation is written all over your face.
His hands have already slipped up under the hoodie and have snaked around your bare waist, his long delicate fingers holding you tightly, digging into your flesh as he pulls you down so you’re sitting firmly on his thighs.
“Babe…” you start to whisper in disagreement but you’re quickly cut off.
“Stop” His voice is low, a warning as he gives your waist a gentle squeeze. He doesn’t need to say any more.
You groan under your breath, knowing it’s not a battle worth fighting. Instead, you lean forwards and press a gentle chaste kiss to his lips before nuzzling your face into his neck.
Bringing your left arm up slowly, you slide your hand almost underneath his head, cradling him, your fingers tangling gently with the strands of his hair as you both start to relax completely against the other, your breathing already evening out as your chests come together.
You fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle, each bringing comfort to the other in a way that is hard to define.
His hands start to relax around your waist, not holding you so tightly. Instead his fingers start to draw lazy little patterns on your bare skin as he lets out a soft contented hum. Occasionally the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against you, causing a little shiver to run through your body.
It’s like a ritual. Meditation. Comfort.
The room is silent apart from the quiet even breaths you both share. He’s turned his head slightly so you feel his warm breath fanning over your neck. You don’t even need to look to know he has his eyes closed, his mind lost elsewhere.
His body is strong yet delicate, defined in the way only the muscles of a dancer can be but sometimes he needs to let go, to shake himself free of that strength.
His hips shift slightly underneath you, his body reacting instinctively to your warmth, the closeness, to your naked body hidden under the hoodie. Neither of you acknowledge it, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.
But for now, while Seonghwa is normally your safe space, this is a way in which you can be his.
Seonghwa’s lithe fingers snake through your hair, suddenly pulling tightly and eliciting a deep groan from your chest as he pulls your face back from his lap.
You’re kneeled in front of him. His long legs spread as he reclines back on the sofa of the hotel room. He’s still fully clothed; a tight white tee, a grey hoodie and jeans.
It’s because of the jeans you’re on your knees in the first place. They drive you half mad the way the hug him so perfectly. His ass, his thighs, even his damn calves.
You couldn’t resist when he walked through the door, you had to get your hands on him even though he’d not yet washed his day away.
“Let me…” you pant softly as you stare up at him from where he holds your head in place. Your hands are fidgeting, sliding over his thighs, feeling the rough fabric under your fingertips, the way it’s pulled taut in places it wasn’t moments ago. You can practically feel his arousal thrumming against the fabric.
“Only if you play nicely…” he looks down at you, peering over the sunglasses he hasn’t yet had chance to remove, you were on him so quickly. His eyebrow is raised, almost daring you to misbehave.
He brushes the thumb of his free hand roughly over your lips before moving his hand to pull his jeans undone, making quick work of the fastenings.
You yelp as he starts to shift his hips against the sofa so he can pull the jeans off “Leave them on!” you whine, your hands quickly moving to cover his “Please?”
“Oh?” he chuckles as he relaxes his grip on your hair and pulls his free hand back, giving you full control. He shifts slightly where he’s sat, hands falling to his sides.
That is the only invitation you need. You’re on him in an instant, hands fumbling with the waistband of his jeans, your eyes fixed on his groin as you hurriedly slide your hands under the fabric.
You both groan audibly as your fingers brush against his boxers, pressing softly but eagerly against his length as it strains against the fabric. His hips twitch underneath you but you don’t let it stop you from doing this at your pace.
The temptation to keep him trapped in his boxers and ruin him fully covered crosses your mind for a fleeting second but it doesn’t last long and you know what sort of reaction that would get you afterwards.
Instead you know exactly what you want and you’re going to take it. Curling your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you tug them down, not particularly carefully, just enough to free his cock from its constraints.
The sudden grunt he makes as the cool air hits his throbbing length, the way it twitches in front of your face is enough to make you squirm where you’re knelt, seeking some friction of your own.
You’ve still not looked up. Past his cock, you can see the way his stomach is moving, deep breaths of anticipation as he waits for your next move but that’s it. One of his hands has slid back into your hair, cupping the back of your head gently. Not to push you on but to stay connected.
Not able to wait any longer, you slide one of your hands along his thigh, over the rough denim until you’re level with the base of his length and without pause, curl your fingers around him.
He grunts as his head falls back against the sofa and then again when you lean in and take the head into your mouth.
He’s warm. And thick. Precome already bubbling from the tip as your tongue slides over it, lapping lightly,
Your other hand slides over his jeans and this time moves up towards his hips. Pressing down gently, trying to stop him from moving as his hips buck, eager to push more into your mouth.
“You’re not playing nicely…” he groans a hint of a warning to his tone. His hand tightens in your hair, pulling on the strands but it’s too late, you have all the control here. You’ll suffer the consequences later, and probably enjoy every second of them.
You push him deeper into your mouth, moaning softly, your lips vibrating against his warm skin until they meet your fist, still holding him tightly at the base.
And that’s where you keep him. Held snuggly as your tongue gets to work. Rolling, lapping, sliding against him as he fills your mouth.
Head bobbing. Mimicking the thrusts you can feel tightly coiled in his groin. His hips almost trembling as he struggles to hold back.
Your hot breath shudders over his lap as your nostrils flare and you keep working him into a frenzy. Small whimpers and groans tumble out of you as he moans into the air above you.
His hips keep twitching, trying to buck his length into your mouth despite the pressure on his hip. His fingers tighten in your hair, almost painfully this time causing you to groan around him which sets his hips off again.
A delicious chain reaction.
You keep working him, your cheeks hollowing, your lips vibrating around him. You’ve let go of him with your hand now so you can push him deeper, gagging occasionally as he bumps the back of your throat.
Your fingers have now curled themselves into the rough denim at his thigh, rubbing your palm back and forth, sending a shudder of pleasure through every single one of your nerves as you focus entirely on his.
His breathing hitches, catching in his throat, eliciting a near whine from him. You know he’s getting close and you contemplate pulling back, leaving him wanting but you need this too much.
As if he can hear your thoughts, suddenly Seonghwa’s hand presses firmly against the back of your head, stopping you from moving even if you wanted to.
He hisses loudly, there’s no mistaking that whine now as you bob your head almost frantically, eager, hungry, desperate. So desperate.
And then it hits. He cries out, a grunt and a curse as his hips jump upward despite your best efforts. Once, twice and then a final time. His fingers gripping your hair like a toy he’s unwilling to let go of as his release hits the back of your tongue.
You swallow what you’re given like you’re half starved until he suddenly starts pushing you back, dragging your mouth off him now he’s spent & sensitive. You whine quietly as you pull back and it is met with a gruff noise from above.
You sit for a moment, your head resting against his thigh, the denim brushing your cheek. Neither of you are moving. The room is silent apart from the sounds of you breathing in unison, chests rising & falling desperately as you both try and regain your composure.
He shifts slightly where he’s sat, moving his legs a fraction and then murmurs again, it sounds suspiciously like he calls you “Greedy” but you don’t care. You got exactly what you wanted.
And when his fingers curl tightly in your hair again, you know he’s about to take his.
The room is bright. It’s definitely daytime but you’re not really sure what time it is any more as the light streams through the windows.
The sun is warm. Casting shadows across the walls and caressing your naked body as you kneel carefully amongst the mussed up sheets on the plush hotel bed. Hands gripping the headboard tightly as you look almost shyly into the giant mirror behind the bed.
Your skin is flushed. Still damp with sweat as your chest rises and falls quickly. Your eyes are glassy and unfocused. You notice the way your nostrils flare as you try and calm your breathing like he hasn’t just made you cry his name like a prayer.
He is knelt behind you.
Fully clothed.
You marvel for just a fraction of a second about the way you’re entirely naked and he hasn’t even removed his shirt yet. This isn’t the first time and it probably won’t be the last.
His brow is just as damp as yours, strands of dark brown hair clinging to it. Your eyes follow a drop of sweat as it runs down his neck and under the collar of his denim shirt.
His chest is pressed against your back, the fabric of his shirt feels rough against your skin as he practically holds you upright.
His hips are jammed up against your ass. Even through his shorts, there’s no mistaking how he feels about the view reflected back in the mirror at him.
“Look at you…” his voice is low, deep, quiet but commanding. He slides his hand over your shoulder so he can grip your chin and lift your head so you see what he sees.
Your eyes meet his in the mirror and it takes your breath away all over again.
He looks just as wrecked as you feel.
“Seongh-“ you start to speak but his fingers squeeze your jaw softly, telling you not to interrupt and to certainly not disagree.
“…so fucking pretty.” His breath is warm as it fans over your ear, barely contained desire seems to hang heavy on his words, a slight hoarseness to his tone.
His lips brushing lightly over your ear as he speaks. “I want you to see what I see” he murmurs again, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
His lips are warm. Soft. Plump. Delicious.
His eyes roam over your body and his free hand follows their path slowly, lingering for just a moment on each part of your figure.
His touch is gentle, caring, reverent. Feather light touches designed to worship not arouse.
Taking in the way your thighs touch, the gentle curve of your hips, your soft tummy that jiggles when you laugh, all the way up to the swell of your round, heavy breasts.
“Don’t you see it?” He whispers as he slides his hand lower again, below the headboard, below what you can see in the mirror. His fingers splaying out almost protectively as it comes to rest over your pussy.
His hips involuntarily twitch behind you. They push you forwards slightly, pressing you against his hand.
A soft gasp leaves your throat in surprise. His self control is usually iron clad. Frustratingly so sometimes, so to feel his body betray him is a surprise.
But he stays almost silent. He doesn’t even acknowledge it, apart from the deep breaths he is taking to stay in control.
“Don’t you see just how much I worship you?” Another whisper that seems to weave its way directly to your core and unlocks a small whimper that bubbles straight from your throat.
His eyes flash at the noise. They’re fiery, brimming over with want. No trace of those big, soft boba eyes you adore as he eyes you hungrily.
He’s practically staring into your soul, willing you to come undone again just with his eyes. You’ve seen him like this a thousand times but each time the ache feels even more intense.
He turns your head suddenly, pulling your gaze away from the mirror and then his lips are on yours.
Scorching. Tongues. Lips. Teeth. Clashing.
Soft whimpers. Loud groans. Hunger.
So much fucking hunger.
And then just as quickly, he’s gone.
His mouth, his hands, his body. All gone.
He slides off the bed and starts striding towards the bathroom leaving you to crumple against the headboard, face pressed against the cool glass, panting and whimpering softly.
“Well?” He asks as he turns around in front of the bathroom door. His tone hasn’t changed, he hasn’t raised his voice but you hear him none the less.
Your ears prick and you lift your head catching sight of him in the mirror. Now shirtless, his skin practically glistening with sweat in the sunlight
A mischievous smirk flashes across his face as his eyes meet yours again “Aren’t you coming?”
“Shh!” you giggle quietly as you peer up at him from the floor where you’re knelt on the plush hotel carpet.
You’re both a little tipsy, the wine was good and you don’t normally indulge but it felt like a special occasion. Seonghwa might be used to staying in such luxury but it was new to you, and exciting.
Your cheeks are flushed pink from the wine, his too as he looks down at you. His floppy brown hair covering his eyes a little as his head falls forwards.
“Get uppp” he groans, idly reaching down to tug at your arm, trying to pull you back to your feet “We can’t! You cant!” He’s unsteady on his feet, tripping over them a little as he bends down to try and look into your eyes. The hotel robe he’s been wearing slips off his shoulder revealing a peak of his deliciously toned chest and his collar bone? You’d kill to run your tongue over it right now.
These are all sights you’re used to but something seems exciting about being here. Especially with that giant window behind Seonghwa, looking out over the water where anyone could just happen to look in.
“I can’t? Just watch me!” You giggle again and press your hands against his thighs pushing him backwards until his back is pressed up against the cool glass, slightly fogged from the cold air outside.
Curling your fingers into the robe, you tug it open, revealing his entirely naked torso. “Shit!” You hiss in surprise as if you’d forgotten he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
As if it wasn’t your fault he ended up with a glass of wine in his lap and needed to get changed in the first place.
Grinning like the cat whose got the cream, your eyes roam over his body, from top to toe, pausing over his semi hard cock as it twitches lightly under your gaze.
“Stop…” he groans as his head falls back against the glass, mussing his hair up. He doesn’t mean it though, not really “I’m an idol! I can’t…oh fuck!” Seonghwa’s sentence is cut short as your warm mouth envelopes him. He clearly wasn’t paying enough attention to your movements.
“Mhmm..” you groan, as if to say “Gotcha!” your lips vibrating around his rapidly hardening length while your tongue gets to work. Flicking and licking along the warm skin.
Your hands keep the fabric of the bathrobe held tight as they stay resting on his thighs, letting your mouth and tongue do all the work.
Seonghwa has given up arguing about being seen through the window now. Stopped worrying about someone seeing you with his cock stuffed in your mouth. The only noises that are coming from him now are soft curses and groans.
You work over his length, quickly and with the familiarity of someone who has done this before. He once told you, in a post orgasm haze, that you “knew how to suck his soul from his body”.
Seonghwa’s hands have threaded themselves into your hair, tugging gently on the strands as his pleasure builds rapidly. His curses and moans get louder as you bob your head, sliding him further into your mouth with ease.
The way his hips jerk tells you what you need to know. He’s getting close and you can’t help but whimper as he nudges at the back of your throat. Your nostrils flare as you focus entirely on his pleasure, determined to drag him over the edge.
“Shit…” he gasps suddenly. His eyes flick open and he lifts his head from the window “I’m…fuck…” just as quickly his hands are pushing on your forehead, scrabbling as he pulls away from your mouth “I’m going to…fuck…” he grunts as he pulls free completely.
The extra friction on his length seems to cause him to come undone completely. With a choked groan, cock in hand he comes hard, his release splattering across your lips and chin. His hips jerk once or twice more as he instinctively strokes himself through each wave of pleasure.
“Seonghwaaaa…” you whine “…what the fuck?” as he sags back against the window. You slap his thighs playfully, before lifting the hem of the robe to wipe your face clean.
“I’m sorry…” he gives you a bashful shrug, you can no longer tell if it’s the wine, his orgasm or the fact he’s feeling sheepish about how quickly he came.
“You fucking will be! Especially if you got any in my hair…” You rock back on your heels, grinning up at him playfully to show him there are no hard feelings.
“Now come here…” you tug on the hem of the robe, trying to pull him back down to your level again “I need to taste that wine on your lips again…”
You’re kneeled in front of him. His legs spread as he reclines back on the sofa of the hotel room. He’s still fully clothed; a tight white tee, a grey hoodie and jeans.
It’s because of the jeans you’re on your knees in the first place. They drive you half mad the way the hug him so perfectly. His ass, his thighs, even his damn calves.
“Let me…” you pant softly as you stare up at him from where he holds your head in place. Your hands are fidgeting, sliding over his thighs, feeling the rough fabric under your fingertips, the way it’s pulled taut in places it wasn’t moments ago. You can practically feel his arousal thrumming against the fabric.
“Only if you play nicely…” he looks down at you, peering over the sunglasses he hasn’t yet had chance to remove, you were on him so quickly. His eyebrow is raised, almost daring you to misbehave.
The clatter of the plate as it falls off the side of the bed with the remaining cake makes you jump but it doesn’t pull your focus for long.
A loud groan pulls your attention back to the dark hair on the head buried between your thighs. The noise causes his lips to vibrate against you, sending a twist of electricity through your whole body.
“Fuck! Seonghwa!” you yelp as your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, already threaded through the dark strands.
He answers by tightening his grip on your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh almost painfully, pinching at your skin so hard it’ll probably bruise in the morning but he’s here to feast and he doesn’t care.
He shifts, his hips grinding against the bed, seeking friction against his aching cock, trapped in his black boxers as he continues lavishing you with attention.
His tongue works quickly, hungrily sliding through your folds, teasing your entrance before it slides up and flattens against your against your clit.
You dig your feet into the bed as your hips jump, trying to press your slick lips against his mouth but he holds you in place. “Greedy…” he murmurs, barely pulling away “…this is my treat.”
You’re so focused on his mouth, you don’t realise he’s moved a hand away from your thigh until he starts gently pressing two fingers into you, causing you to cry out and almost slide down the bed to push him deeper. His fingers slide in easily, curling upwards and stroking as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking firmly, his tongue rolling against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Almost immediately you feel that familiar pressure in your groin start to build, layer upon layer as he works quickly but carefully.
Your breathing hitches, catching in your throat and quickly becomes panting as your back arches against the bed. He groans deeply, almost a growl deep in his chest, causing his lips to vibrate against you.
“So close Seonghwa…ah…” you pant desperately, sucking for air as your thighs tremble either side of his broad shoulders and then suddenly, your whole body tenses for a fraction of a second and it hits you like a freight train.
With a singular cry, his name on your lips and a grunt from deep inside, you come undone on his tongue.
Your walls clench tightly around his fingers, as you cling to the bed sheets and his hair with your fingers. Your thighs shudder and try to close around his shoulders and your hips buck hard, almost on instinct, desperately trying to prolong the feeling.
He never stops moving his fingers. He never stops flicking his tongue over your clit despite the way your body is writhing against the bed. Not until you cry out again and squirm against the bed trying to pull away from him, suddenly over sensitive.
“Baby…” you moan, this time it’s low, between panted breaths, your fingers push against his dark hair, trying to push him away instead of pull him close.
He chuckles softly against your folds, the vibrations causing you to squirm again as he pulls his fingers free of you.
He grins, kissing your inner thigh softly, watching the goosebumps rise and fall on the skin under his touch before looking up at you, with a raised eyebrow. His hair has fallen over his deep brown eyes but you don’t need to see them to know what he is thinking.
His tongue flicks out over his lips, like a snake eyeing its pray as he licks off the remnants of your arousal.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart…” he coos as he begins the slow crawl up your body, clearly not looking for the left over cake.
The day had quickly turned to night, and while you enjoyed sitting watching the city lights outside twinkle like it was Christmas, your body started to feel heavy with tiredness, ready for sleep.
You didn’t mind too much. You were looking forward to the feeling of climbing into the crisp hotel sheets, and you knew that’s exactly what he’d tell you to do if you asked. He wouldn’t want you making yourself tired waiting up for him.
Once you’ve finished your evening routine, you slide quickly into the sheets and it’s just as delightful as you imagined. It doesn’t take you long to fall into a peaceful sleep when your head hits the plump pillows.
The next thing you’re aware of is the mattress shifting slightly as he climbs into the bed behind you.
“San?” you call out softly into the dark, only moving your head slightly, refusing to open your eyes in case it drags you out of your slumber completely.
“It’s just me, my love. We finished late, stay where you are,” he responds, his voice no more than a hushed whisper.
You feel the sheets move as he tugs them over himself and presses his chest up against your back. His face follows, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into you.
As he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, the air is slowly filled with the scent of his day. His perfume, the shampoo he used after their performance to wash away the sweat, and even a slight hint of make-up where he didn’t manage to get rid of it all.
“Hey baby…” you murmur under your breath as his other hand slides under the pillows underneath your head. “…your toes are cold!” You giggle quietly as you lay your hand over his where it rests on your hip, fingers tangling together.
“Sleep, silly girl…” he murmurs again, pressing a flurry of warm kisses against your neck whilst his fingers softly knead your hip.
“I would if someone stopped kissing me…” Though your playfully whispered words say one thing, your body is asking for another, and your head falls forwards across the pillows, giving him more skin to kiss.
He murmurs half-disbelievingly of your words and half appreciative of having your attention, even though it’s late. “I’ve missed you,” his lips vibrate against your neck, causing the smallest shiver to roll through your body. “I couldn’t wait to get back to you tonight…”
His kisses seem to be lingering a little longer, moving across your neck to your jaw, his nose nudging your earlobe as his tongue tickles that sensitive spot he knows will make you shudder.
“Sannie…” you groan quietly, but it’s only a half-hearted attempt to resist him. You’re already pulling his hand up to your chest. You close your hand around his, encouraging him to cup your breast over your sleep shirt, but he doesn’t need telling twice; his thumb immediately finds your nipple and brushes lightly over it, causing you to hiss into the pillows.
You’re suddenly all too aware of the proximity of his body to yours, the way his chest is rising and falling harder than before. The way his hips are pressed up against your ass, his boxers doing nothing to conceal just how much he missed you. The way his teeth are now nipping at your earlobe.
Shifting against him, you wriggle onto your back and turn your face to his. Though the room is dark, you can make out his features, his sharp jawline, the pouty lips you adore, slightly parted as he looks down at you like he’s ready to devour you, his hair falling over his eyes, not styled since his earlier shower.
As soon as you settle on your back, his lips are on yours. Even in desire, his touch is reverent, gentlemanly almost, soft but eager kisses as his tongue slides between your lips. Though you’ve done this hundreds of times, it’s almost like each time is the first time with him.
You kiss him back just as eagerly, all traces of sleep have now slipped from your body. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair. You’re not as restrained, never one for hiding just how you feel, and that’s one of the things he loves about you. The way you’re confident in yourself in a way he doesn’t always find easy.
A soft whimper bubbles up from your throat, almost choking you as it bounces into his mouth. He takes it as a cue and, without breaking the kiss, manages to move so he’s hovering over you, arms pressing into the pillows either side of your head.
“My sweet girl likes that does she?” His voice is low and quiet as he breaks the kiss, leaving you panting. There’s something almost dirty about the way he speaks, the way he is gazing at you, his pupils wide.
“Yes…” you murmur quietly “…so much, San…” One of your hands has already made its way onto his back, moving across his broad, muscular shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles that shift just under the skin as he moves.
Your other hand starts to sneak between your bodies. You can feel his persistent bulge pressing against you; you want to free it, make him feel more comfortable at least. Just as you find the waistband, his hand is suddenly there with yours, fingers circling your wrist and pulling you away sharply. “Stop,” he groans, “Not yet…”
He moves your hand back to his shoulder and presses his face into the crook of your neck again. His lips are gentle, though his kisses are getting wet and messy as he starts to work his way down your body. One of his hands finds the hem of your sleep shirt and starts pushing it upwards so he can continue kissing his way lower.
Wet kisses land just underneath your breasts, across your ribs, and then your stomach. A gentle kiss next to your belly button causes you to giggle, but it is quickly silenced by another kiss on your hip bone and then the top of your thigh.
His big hands are so gentle when they slide down your thighs and start moving them apart so he can settle between them.
“Babe…” you whine, reaching down your body, wanting to touch him, to pull him back to where you can kiss him and feel him, where you can lavish him with just as much attention.
“Shh, my love,” he whispers, grasping one of your hands in his, holding you tightly, intertwining your fingers together, “Let me look after you for a change…”
i wanted the title to be mirror image reverse (iykwim) and idk how i feel about it lol
Minors DNI 🔞
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You looked in the mirror. Your dress was too tight in the wrong places, your face was rounder than you'd like. In contrast, Seonghwa was slender and lean...his jaw chiseled. You had no idea what he saw in you.
"You're quiet," he said gently, fingers pausing on the zipper of your dress as he came up behind you, his lips finding your shoulder. "You okay?"
You nodded and lied, "Yeah."
He studied you for a moment, then stepped closer, his hands running lovingly up and down your arms while gazing at you through your reflection. "You're doing it again."
"I don't know what you're talking about." You shrugged nonchalantly.
"You think I don't notice the way you hide your body from me?" he asked, his brow cocked as if daring you disagree.
Your throat tightened.
"I've noticed every time, love," he murmured. "Every time you tug your sleeves down. Every time you shift away when I touch your waist. Every time you look in this very mirror like it's lying to you."
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You wanted to argue, but he was right. You just hated that he had noticed...
"I'm not here by accident," he muttered softly with another kiss to your shoulder. "I don't want some girl who only looks good in a filtered photo. I want you," he sighed with a kiss to your neck as a hand wrapped around to hold your stomach. "I want the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. I want your laugh. I want your thighs around me. I want your pretty moans when I fuck you senseless."
He leaned in, his soft lips brushing your jaw. "I've never wanted anyone more."
And then, he turned you around so he could kiss you like he meant it. Like he needed you to believe it. Like it physically hurt him to hold back. Like your body was the one he'd been dreaming about holding you all tour long. No hesitation. No pity. Just heat.
"You're so fucking hot," he groaned, dragging your dress down your hips. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
You shook your head, too breathless to answer.
He grabbed your hand which was limp at your side, and pressed it against his cock. Your face went red from the shock of it. "Feel that, love? That's for you," he groaned through a kiss. "All for you."
You blinked up at him, lips parted, breath shaky. Then your hand began to move without thinking, stroking him slowly, building him up. His hips twitched, and he moaned against your mouth, the sound so messy and unrestrained that you gasped in surprise.
"God, you really don't know what you do to me, do you?" he muttered, breath hot against your lips. "How the fuck do you not know?"
You didn't get a chance to answer. His hands were already at your back, tugging at the zipper. The dress fell in one fluid motion, pooling at your feet like it had never been there at all. You didn't even think to step out of it. Your hand stayed wrapped around him, tighter now, like it was the only anchor you had.
He let you have it...for a moment. Let you sink into him rather than face yourself. But then he grabbed your wrist, pulled it away, and spun you around until you were facing the mirror. His chest was flush against your back, his cock pressed to your bum, his breath heavy in your ear.
"Look at you."
You turned your face, trying to look down, away, anywhere but there. "I don't want to," you whispered, shame curling under your skin.
His fingers caught your jaw and forced you with a tight grip. "Look," he demanded sternly. "I said, look."
You did...and caught sight of all the parts you hated...the parts his other hand was moving to. It went up your body possessively. He palmed your breast, squeezing until you whined, and then slid back down. His lips brushed your shoulder as his fingers found the edge of your underwear and slipped inside, teasing where you were already wet and clenching.
You whimpered, forehead dropping to the mirror.
"That's it, love," he murmured, "You're doing so well. So fucking pretty like this."
"Why?" you winced. "Why do you even think I'm hot? Just... look. I'm not young anymore. I'm not thin. I've got stretch marks and rolls, and you could have anyone!"
He turned you so fast you nearly tripped, backing you into the mirror with a gasp. The cool glass made you arch, made you bite your lip, made him lean in.
"Don't ever say shit like that again." His voice was low, hard, shaking with something deeper than anger. "If you're saying you're unattractive, you're saying I've got bad taste? You think I'd fuck someone I didn't worship?"
You blinked up at him, stunned. Then, he dropped to his knees like it wasn't even a decision.
"My taste happens to be impeccable, love," he smirked before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Then he looked up at you with a wicked little smile, "And yours is too."
He buried his face between your thighs before you could respond, his hands tight around your hips, pulling you open. His tongue dragged through your slick, slow at first, then deeper. He circled and sucked your clit, devoured you. You gasped, hands slapping against the mirror behind you as your knees nearly buckled.
He didn't stop. Didn't slow. He stuck two fingers in and groaned against your cunt like it was killing him not to have more.
"Hwa," you whined, the pleasure building rapidly.
"Fuck say my name again," he pleaded.
"Hwa, I'm close," you stuttered.
"Mhm," he hummed and curled his fingers inside you as his mouth latched onto your clit.
Before long, your thighs started to shake, the pressure building, breath becoming labored. He noticed and just worked harder until you finally came with his name on your tongue and his head crushed between your legs.
Your hips jerked from how overwhelmed you were, and he held you tighter, tongue fucking you through it, chasing every aftershock until you were nearly sobbing, one hand clawing at the glass and the other in his hair.
"Hwa...please..." you gasped, voice cracking with how hard it hit. Your legs almost gave out, but he didn't let you fall.
"I'm not done yet," he groaned and stayed against you, lapping at everything you gave him like he couldn't get enough, until you were so sensitive you whimpered and tried to pull away and melt into the wall.
Finally, he looked up at you, lips wet, pupils blown. "You okay?" he asked as he stood, rubbing your thigh with one hand, the other lazily groping your ass like he couldn't help it.
You nodded, a little dazed, still reeling and shaking.
"Y-your turn," you muttered and reached for his cock, about to work him up. When you found him completely soft, your insecurities rose back up.
"Did I do something wrong?" you asked, tears welling. "You're not hard. Is that...is that my fault?"
He frowned, but only for a second. Then he guided your hand into his pants, pressing it against his boxers.
It was wet.
"Yes, love," he whispered, his voice thick. "It's all your fault because I came the second I tasted you."
"You did?" you asked in shock.
"Love," Hwa sighed, a little disappointed that you still couldn't see it. "You really need to listen to me..." He cupped your cheeks, forcing you to listen. "You do things to me that nobody else can. I cum in my pants just from tasting you...I get hard at the grocery store just thinking about holding you...You're fucking beautiful. Understand?"
“Put your phone down and come back to bed” you call out lazily from behind him.
He can see your reflection in the mirror, the way you’re sprawled out naked in the sheets behind him, waiting.
You don’t ask him again, shifting to all fours, and move across the bed effortlessly. You snatch his phone from his hand so suddenly he doesn’t see it coming.
You toss it carefully to the floor and turn to face him, a mischievous grin stretching across your face “I said, come back to bed!”
You turn your head as you catch sight of your reflection in the full length mirror propped up against the wall across from the bed.
Even in the half light, shadows cast across your naked bodies in the hotel room, you’re hypnotised and can’t tear your eyes away from the sight reflected back at you.
The way you seem to fit together perfectly. Your knees straddling his thighs like two puzzle pieces interconnected.
“Fuck...Seonghwa…” you groan, not far from his ear. It’s involuntary but the reflection catches you off guard. The groan grabs his attention and he turns his head to look over yours and see what you’re looking at.
The way his muscular arms are wrapped around your waist. The beautiful contrast of his honeyed skin against yours.
His dark brown eyes immediately lock with yours in the mirror and it’s like all the air has suddenly left your lungs. The moan that leaves his throat is low, so low, it’s almost a growl, deep in his chest. You can feel it vibrate against you, sending a shiver through your spine.
The way his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your backside.
He tightens his grip around your waist. Neither of you can pull your eyes away from the mirror now. Addicted to the sight of Seonghwa lifting you effortlessly as he drags you up and back down his thick length like a play thing. Like his play thing.
The way the little beads of sweat roll down his neck in tiny rivulets.
Both of you are panting and gasping for air in unison. You push yourself to upright, your hands griping the headboard behind him, never once taking your eyes away from the mirror.
The way his dark, messy hair falls in front of his face when his head falls forwards with the effort.
Your whimpers seem to echo off the walls in the quiet of the night. Mixing with the rhythmic sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin and his grunts of unashamed pleasure.
The way you can see your tits bounce against his chest as he slams you back down on his cock
You can feel his body stutter underneath you, you know he’s close. You whisper small encouragements to him, to his reflection. Tell him how good he’s making you feel. How good he always makes you feel.
The way his mouth falls open as he comes undone with a soft cry underneath you.
Neither of you can take your eyes off the mirror, even as you sit there in exhausted, satisfied silence, still breathing hard. You try and commit every last detail to memory, holding onto his gaze like you can make this moment last.
Seonghwa sinks down onto his knees into the plush hotel carpet with a groan. He’s tired, you can see he’s exhausted but there’s something else there. A flicker of something hungry in the way those dark brown eyes roam over your body as you lay stretched out in front of him.
Like a playful cat, he’d once remarked.
A completely naked, playful cat.
“Hmm?” You grin mischievously as you roll over onto your stomach, knowing the jiggle of your plush ass will have caught his attention. His breathing catches in his throat as you push yourself to your knees and start crawling slowly across the room towards him.
Your breasts hang heavy, swinging slightly from side to side as you exaggerate every movement, hips swinging, fingers digging into the same plush carpet.
“My poor tired baby…” your voice is barely above a whisper, as you come to a stop in front of him. You rock back onto your heels slightly, sitting up so you can slide your hands from the carpet up onto his knees, the rough denim of his jeans jarring in contrast.
Glancing up at him, your eyes meet. His face is blank but his eyes are glued to your every movement. A smirk tickles the edges of your mouth as your gaze moves lower and you lean in. You’re not particularly careful, the heel of your hands digging into his thighs causing him to bite back a soft moan but you hear it nonetheless and it twists through you like a small jolt of electricity.
Your greed almost betrays you as you press your nose and then your lips against the straining denim of his jeans, taut from the way he’s knelt in front of you. The exhale of breath followed by another soft moan above you tells you everything you need to know as you inhale deeply. His scent mingles with the remnants of the YSL Black Orchid you watched him put on this morning, you can almost taste his day on your tongue.
Tentatively at first, you press your tongue between your lips and push it against the denim, almost testing, tasting, teasing. He doesn’t react, not to begin with, not until you become bolder, your tongue wet and flat as it presses against the fabric, your nose jammed against his groin. His hips twitch, bucking slightly when your tongue presses against his length, straining against the inside of his jeans, almost begging to be freed.
You worship him, even when he’s trapped behind the thick fabric. You can feel the way his cock twitches, his hips jerking just encourages you to continue. A dark, wet patch starts to appear on the outside of his jeans in the wake of your tongue.
Despite the ever present desire you can feel between your thighs you’ve managed to be good so far and quiet, barely a sound has escaped you as you have lavished attention on his fabric covered cock.
Suddenly his hips jump harder and a ragged moan surprises you, escaping your throat and causing your lips to vibrate against the damp denim.
Before you can blink, or even think about apologising, his hand is tangled in your hair and he’s pulling you up to look at him. A strand of saliva hangs from your lip as you gaze at him, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Have you quite finished making such a mess my love?” His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.
