#itallstartedwithart

Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P) X Reader

Word Count: 2307

Genre: Fluff x Smuuuuuut

You were walking around the Museum of Art in Seoul, taking in the beautiful sculptures and paintings around you. You lost yourself in the view as you strolled through the museum, taking your time at each individual piece to imagine the artist’s thoughts and intentions. It wasn’t until you almost walked into someone that you remembered that you weren’t actually alone.

You walked right into a tall figure, losing your balance from the collision and falling on your butt. You landed with a small “umph” and rubbed at your lower back, trying to ease the sting.

“I’m so sorry,” you start, as does the person you had walked into. You look up to see a large hand in your face, offering to help you up. You take their hand in yours, your eyes widening slightly as you see how their large hand engulfed your own small one. You let your eyes trail up their arm, over their broad shoulders, and up to their face. You took in the sharp angles of his face, his deep brown eyes even sharper as they took you in while you stood up. You quickly brushed yourself off and tried to fix yourself, your face heated as he let out a low chuckle.

You stopped for a brief second hearing the low timbre of his voice, the sound washing over your senses. You’d never quite had a reaction like that to a male. It was…curious to say the least. You looked up at him, smiling embarrassed as you bowed your head in apology.

“Thank you for the help. I’m so sorry again for bumping into you,” you said, looking anywhere but him. He smiled gently and tilted his head a bit, looking at you. You cleared your throat and looked around, trying to think of anything to say, but coming up with nothing.

“Uhm, well. I guess I’ll be on my way. I’m sorry again,” you said and started to walk away, but was stopped by the sound of his deep voice once again.

“You know,” he said, the bass in his voice setting your nerves aflame. “I’m actually here by myself, and I wouldn’t really mind the company. If you wanted to look around together that is.”

You turned to look at him, and saw him rubbing the back of his neck, looking just as nervous as you were. You were amazed. How good a man who looked like a god be nervous talking to you? You didn’t understand, but you also didn’t want to argue with it. You let out a shy smile and nodded.

“I’d love to,” you say, your voice soft. He looked at you, his eyes widening a bit as if he’s surprised you said yes. You giggle softly and smile at him a bit braver. “My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled in return. “I’m Choi Seung-hyun,” he said, heading towards you. You bit your lip nervously as you turned to walk down the hall. He followed next to you, his arms behind his back as the two of you walked along the artwork. He would stop at each one and ask your opinion, always looking at you as you talked and really listening to what it was you were saying. It was refreshing having someone to talk to about the art. Your friends didn’t have as avid an interest as you did. The two of you walked around and talked and laughed, telling the other stories as you went.

You learned that he himself was an artist, but he rarely showed his work. He had 4 best friends that he lived with, and they were practically family. You laughed as he told you about how the oldest and the youngest were always fighting with one another. His eyes lit up as he talked, and it was all you could do to not kiss him.

You told him about yourself, how you were an amateur writer, and how you had one sister but she had moved to the United States right after college. You talked about living in Seoul and found out that the two of you lived relatively close to one another. You were so enraptured with talking with him that the next thing you knew, the museum was closing.

He suggested the two of you go get dinner, and of course you agreed. You walked with him through the streets of Seoul as he brought you to one of his favorite restaurants. It was a bit fancier than what you were used to, but he assured you the food was excellent. When he walked in you were immediately seated and brought menus. You were surprised but he just smiled, slightly embarrassed, and suggested different things. You decided on what you wanted and the two of you talked all throughout dinner. There was even a point where you almost choked from laughing so much, and you scared the crap out of him.

At the end of the night Seung-hyun insisted on walking you home. You smiled and nodded, not wanting the night to end. As you started walking towards your apartment, he walked next to you, and wrapped your hand in his. The instant you felt his warm hand wrap around your own you felt your face heat up. You looked down quickly, seeing your small hand engulfed by his own, and your mind started racing.  You were thinking about where else those large hands could go, and how other parts would look compared to them.

You felt yourself blushing from head to toe. “Is something wrong?” he asked, looking at you worriedly.

You laughed it off, quickly thinking of other things to try and calm yourself. “Y…yeah of course,” you smiled and squeezed his hand lightly as you walked. You saw him smile at the squeeze and you talked some more on the walk.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, he walked you up to your door. You stopped on the stoop and looked up at him. You weren’t ready to leave him yet. You had never felt a connection like this, at least not this fast. It felt like you had known one another forever, like he was your best friend that you were seeing for the first time in years. You felt a comfortable camaraderie with him.

“Uhm…can I have your number?” he asks you, and you smile, taking his phone and putting your number in it, texting yourself so you would have his.

“Would you…would you like to come up for a drink?” you offered, feeling brave for a brief moment, and were delightfully surprised by his nod. You unlocked the door and walked into your place. Giving him a quick tour, you left him in the living room while you went and dropped your things off in your room. When you walked back out you saw him sitting on the couch, looking at the pictures on your side table. You went to the kitchen to get the two of you some wine.

You were reaching up for the glasses when suddenly you felt a warm body behind you. You lowered your arm when you saw his stretching over you for the glasses. You turned in his arms, your breath catching in your throat as you saw him looking down at you. Your tongue darting out to lick your suddenly dry lips. He set the glasses down and gently reached up, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of place behind your ear. His hand rubbed your cheek gently, and you wished he would lean in and kiss you. Which was exactly what happened.

You saw his head lower towards yours, and your chin tilted up while your eyes closed, just in time for his lips to lightly brush against yours. It was barely a touch at first, just a tentative question almost, but when you let out a sigh of pleasure, he dove in. His lips seemed to devour yours, his fingers running up and locking themselves in your hair as your own hands draped around his shoulders. His hands traveled down your back, placing themselves on your hips and pulling you close into him. You sank into his embrace and felt yourself melting into the kiss. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth you knew you were lost.

You let out a small moan against his lips, your hands running through his soft hair, and he pulled away slowly. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, searching for answers to unspoken questions. You decided to take a chance, and reached down to grab his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. He hesitated for a moment, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he looked at you. He followed you to your room and he closed the door gently behind the both of you. You stood at the end of your bed, unsure of what to do next, just watching him stare at you.

He walked over to you slowly, taking in every inch of you with each step he took. You could almost hear the thoughts in his head as he looked you up and down. When he reached you he slipped his hands around your waist, letting his hands slip under your shirt to touch your hot skin, causing you to let out a soft sigh. At the sound he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up and off of you. You instinctually tried to cover yourself, but he grabbed your hands and held them at your sides. He said nothing, just took in the sight of you, and you could see in his eyes what he thought of you.

You took the opportunity to be brave, and reached behind yourself, undoing your bra and letting it fall off and onto the floor. You looked down, still shy, but your eyes shot up when you heard his sharp intake of breath.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes aflame with lust as he took in the sight of you bare before him. You bit your lip as you smiled up at him softly. He pulled his own shirt off and his hands immediately went up to your face, caressing you as he pulled you in for another deep kiss. You melted into his embrace, letting your hands run up and down his chiseled chest, your fingertips grazing over the bumps of his muscles. You wrapped your arms around him and let your fingers rub and massage against his back and shoulders, unable to stop touching him as he seemed to swallow your very soul with his searing his kiss.

The two of you let your hands travel to the others pants, undoing them and pushing them off. He pushed you lightly onto the bed, climbing up your body, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your abdomen and chest, working his way up to your neck. You let your body squirm beneath him as each kiss lit your skin on fire, your breath picking up into a heavy pant as you let yourself just feel. His lips reached your ear and he bit gently at your earlobe, causing you to let out a soft moan that made him stiffen for a moment.

He quickly kissed back down your body and pulled off your panties, sliding back up your body as he took your mouth with his once again. You wrapped your entire self around him, wanting him as close as possible while you kissed him. He pulled back slowly, his hips pressing against yours.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait,” he looked down at you, askingly. You nodded and he pulled his own boxers off. You reached into your bedside table and pulled out a condom, handing it to him and he quickly slid it on. He placed himself at your entrance, looking at you one last time for permission. You simply raised your hips in answer, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders. That was all he needed. He slowly slid himself into your core. You grimaced slightly as you felt yourself stretch to fit him. He wasn’t your first, but he was definitely the biggest. He held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you adjusted to his side before moving again.

He pulled out slowly before sliding back in, and at the sound of your moans he knew it was alright. He started moving inside you, thrusting slow and gentle, making you writhe and squirm beneath him. The two of you clutching to one another, your hands exploring one another’s bodies the entire time. Your hands, mouths, breath, never leaving the other as you moved together. You felt your body grow hot as you neared your climax. You whimpered his name softly, and he could feel you tightening around him. Knowing how close you were he sped up, moving inside you faster and harder, pushing you over the edge.

You exploded beneath him, your arms like steel around him as your body went aflame, the pleasure scorching your body as it flowed through you. After a few more pumps his own body stiffened, and you could feel him twitch inside of you. His arms wrapped around you as he let his own climax flow, and you had never felt so satisfied in your life.

When you were done he laid next to you, and you turned and curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing you softly all over your face and whispering sweet nothings as you drifted off. As you fell asleep in his arms, his own breath slowing to that of sleep, you knew this was going to be the start of a beautiful thing.

~Librarian Joon