when in rome
cw; MDNI, coworkers to lovers, praise, hotel room sex, oral, collar mentions, light choking, light hair pulling, mentions of voyeurism, praise, fluff.
word count; 1-2k
AN; was inspired after seeing Hwa's RIR look! As always none of this is real, all fiction.
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Rome.
Another city, another performance, another night of meaningless sex. Something Seonghwa was used to now. It had become a part of his every day routine; at least for the tour that was. It was never ending, as soon as he touched down in a different city he was bombarded by men, women, anyone who wanted a taste of the rockstar life. Especially when it involved the world's hottest and most unhinged bad boy; Park Seonghwa. Adored by everyone, ego fed every single time a story was posted about him, money swamping him. It wasn't the life he was supposed to have, but it was one he for sure fucking basked in.
"Seonghwa, the winners of the competition are here."
Airy voice disrupted the thoughts that Seonghwa was lost in, drawing his attention away from his phone. Lila, his manager nodded her head towards the door, indicating that he had visitors. Locking his phone, Seonghwa stood up, smoothing his hands over his jeans as he perfected his professional demeanour. Moments later Lila guided three girls into the dressing room, all giddy and flushed. Tripping over themselves as they spoke, gushing about how amazing Seonghwa was. Once again the door creaked open and you walked in. Camera strap neatly resting on your shoulder as you clasped the heavy equipment in your hands. Not once did your expression alter as you laid eyes on Seonghwa.
"Are you girls ready for your photos?"
Tearing your eyes away from the beloved rockstar, allowing your gaze to fall upon the enthusiastic trio. Snapping away a few photos, ensuring you got the perfect snapshots for the winners, before watching them say bye to Seonghwa; giggling and running out the room as they did so. Lila left soon after, informing both of you that the show would be starting in less than an hour. Without a second glance at Seonghwa, you also chose to exit the room.
Hand splayed across the frame of the door, booted foot wedged itself against the bottom of the door. Closing your eyes, fingers grasping onto your camera with more force than necessary, feeling him fill the air around you. Taking a subtle deep breath, waiting for whatever unfunny and annoying quip that was about to leave his mouth.
"Just once you couldn't be happy to see me, princess?"
Immediately your jaw clenched at the pet name. It wasn't used as a term of endearment, it was used in a way to piss you off. Differences between yourself and Seonghwa were the size of the universe. He deemed you a princess who was straight laced and was allergic to fun. You labelled him as an unruly, wild child who never heard the word no.
"Just once couldn't you not try and annoy me?"
Chuckle resonated deep within Seonghwa's chest as he withdrew his hand from the door, but didn't remove himself from your personal space. Instead he curled his fingers around the crook of your elbow, turning you around with a swift motion. Face to face with him, your hands falling from your camera as it swayed on the strap. Seonghwa's cologne overpowered your senses for a hot minute, causing you to forget your barrage of insults you were about to throw at him.
Strands of deep purple hair fell across his eyes, corners of his lips twitching into a smirk as he continued his grasp on your elbow. Seonghwa didn't respond to your question, instead lowered his free hand, curving it around to your back, without touching you once. Precision and a steady hand had him plucking the hotel key card out of your back pocket and producing it in front of your face. Unfurling his fingers from your elbow, he finally took a step back, but the smirk remained comfortably on his lips.
"As much as Lila attempts to keep me under lock and key, gifting you my spare hotel key card is not a wise move. One, because I know how clumsy you are and you will lose it by the end of my performance. Secondly, I don't think you want to be walking in while I'm mid-"
"Do not finish that sentence."
Throwing your hand up, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. Shaken from your minor frozen blip, you tilt your chin upwards. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. There was no way you wanted to walk in when he was doing things that would make a whore blush. Also, you still weren't 100% sure why Lila had swiped the extra key card and asked you to keep it safe. She was his manager, not you.
"I didn't choose to be your babysitter, so by all means, keep your extra key card and hand it out to whoever wants to be your next fix."
Pinching the key card between his forefinger and thumb, he arched an eyebrow, amusement etched into his expression.
"Did you think I was going to come to Rome and just start fucking my way through the city? Wow, I am hurt, princess."
Refusing to play along with his games, you adjusted the camera around your neck and opened the door.
"Break a leg, Seonghwa. Figuratively or literally."
Soft click echoed behind you as the door closed, leaving Seonghwa alone with nothing but a smirk stretched across his lips.
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Italian summer air breezed around you, drifting across the nape of your neck as you angled your camera upwards. Strobe lights blinked and flashed across the stage, dancing over the crowd and then cascading over Seonghwa. One hand wrapped around the microphone, the other hand pointing towards the sea of untamed masses that were hanging on his every word. Clicking away, you took photo after photo, never missing a beat. For a moment you were sucked into the idol chatter of the fans behind you.
"You wouldn't need to pay me to lick the sweat off him-"
"He is the hottest fucking man alive-"
Closing your eyes, shaking your head for a brief moment as you tore yourself back into reality, snapping photos again. The amount of things you'd heard since becoming Seonghwa's photographer was enough to make you want therapy. Lifting the camera up once more, studying all of Seonghwa's movements, ensuring that every photo was one to be proud of.
Time flew by, the encore in full swing as the fans jeered for him to stay on. Some people were pushing their way through the bodies, trying to reach the backstage area to get an even closer glimpse of him- or to try and seduce him. Sighing, you flicked the camera off and snatched a bottle of water from the stage steps and headed back towards the dressing room.
Avoiding Seonghwa after a show was always your main focus. Grabbing all of your belongings, stashing your equipment into one of the production vans and heading to your hotel without anyone realising. But this time Lila was hot on your heels and had followed you to the van.
"I don't know what the issue is with you two, but I need you to keep an eye on him."
Straight to the point, you thought as you shoved the bag into the back of the van, closing the doors as you did so.
"Lila, I am a photographer, not a grown man's babysitter."
Running a hand through your hair, you let out a breath, shrugging at her.
"I'll pay you triple what you're getting now."
Silence fell between you both, the tempting offer dangling in front of you. The extra cash would help you get where you needed to go. Clenching your jaw, taking a deep breath, you nodded. A wooden, stiff nod. Relief rolled over Lila in one wave, light in her eyes again.
"I just need him to behave the rest of the time here and until we return home."
Sure. How hard could it be to keep the unhinged rockstar on a leash.
Not hard at all, it was one of his kinks.
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12:30AM
Alcohol had flowed freely between the dancers, the crew and Seonghwa. Filling the streets of Rome with nothing but laughter and loudness. It felt as if you were the only person who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol; you needed to keep your inhibitions focused and not lowered. Seonghwa was pleasantly surprised you'd decided to join everyone for drinks, made a few annoying jokes about it but then turned his attention to one of the dancers that had an on and off fling with.
Catching a quiet moment to yourself, perched on a stone wall, overlooking the coliseum in the distance. Glancing down, opening your instagram app and sliding your finger along the screen. Pain tightened in your chest as you saw him, your ex, living it up with his new girlfriend. Locking the phone, fighting the hot tears that were threatening to fall. Being cheated on was one thing, finding them screwing in your bed on the day you got engaged was another thing.
"Men suck."
Huffing out the words, wiping away the traitorous tears as you did so.
"Depends on the context."
Whole body jolted out of fear at the voice that murmured from behind you. Swiveling your head, eyes resting on Seonghwa who stood mere inches from you, moonlight spilling over him in a way that would have artists hyperventilating. Turning back away from him, your eyes wide with shame as you did your best to wipe away any remnants of the tears.
"Rockstars who fucked their way through a tour, theres your context."
Too much venom laced your words as you honed in on the sleeping city before you. A statement that should have hurt Seonghwa, but didn't.
"Got to relieve the stress of being the world's most attractive, sought after, talented and charming wild child."
Shooting him a look, your eyebrows arched at his ridiculous, partly true response.
"Who upset you, princess."
Not a question, a demand. One that wanted answering. Sat under the stars, vulnerability weaving in the space that was between you both, you almost told him.
"No-one. We need to go back to the hotel, I told Lila I would make sure you behaved tonight while we were out."
Not waiting for him to reply, you stood up from the wall, taking one glance back at the view you were leaving behind before heading back to the rest of the rowdy group.
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"Goodnight Seonghwa."
Wishing him a goodnight was something you had never done. Seeing him before or after a show was incredibly rare. Mostly because you had done your best to avoid him. Saying goodnight to him wasn't going to be easy, of course it wasn't. For the second time tonight, his fingers curled around your elbow and he tugged you closer. Other hand swiped the key card, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he pulled you inside with him.
"What are you-"
"Lila said you had to ensure I was on my best behaviour while out exploring Rome, huh? She said nothing about when we were back in the hotel."
Unexpected flush bloomed across your cheeks, his fingers creeping from the crook of your elbow up to the base of your throat. Speechless. That's what you were. Unable to form a thought, let alone a sentence. Fingers skimming your collar bone before he pulled back, leaving a scorching trail across your skin.
"Tell me who upset you and I'll give you more."
"Excuse me?"
And your ability to talk again was immediately restored as soon as Seonghwa opened his mouth.
"Don't look at me with such disgust, we both know how you feel about me."
"What-"
"Don't protest, princess. I've seen the way you clench those thighs when you notice I'm wearing a collar."
White noise buzzed in your ears, your stomach fell through to your feet and the searing heat that was traveling up your body at double speed was enough to instantly tell Seonghwa he was correct. Taking an involuntary step back further into the room, your bravado fading quick.
"Was it an ex? I know you were on your phone."
Seonghwa untied the flannel that had been tied around his waist, tossing it onto the bed. Sudden bubble of anxiety started to claw up your throat. No-one knew your situation prior, not Lila, not any other employer. You had never divulged any information on your cheating fiance. Was Seonghwa really going to be the first person you tell?
"Were you too high maintenance?"
Strike of molten anger slashed through you at his accusation.
"Fuck you. You know nothing about me."
Never had you lost your cool, you temper or your head around him. Always tried to have the upper hand, but it was too much this time. Seonghwa's eyebrows raised, not in shock, no. He was impressed you'd bit back with more fire than ever before.
"It was an ex. We were engaged and he cheated. Screwed some other girl in our bed on the same day he asked me to marry him."
Word vomit. You couldn't stop. Pent up emotions flooding out of you, feelings that had never been discussed-
"Only wanted to marry me because of my family heritage, because of the money. I ended it, changed my last name and any money I had, I gave away so I could start over and- and- and find someone who loved me for me."
All the air had been sucked out of the room, replaced with a stifling silence. Horror hit you like a freight train as you realised everything that spilled out of your mouth. Feet moving as you tried to push past Seonghwa, wanting to leave, change your name again and move countries. Hand circled your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. Time had come to a complete stand still. Just the two of you staring at each other, Seonghwa's gaze pinned to you.
"Is that why you hate me so much? Because I fuck around? Do you think I'm like your ex?"
Something in the way he phrased it, in his tone... he sounded hurt. Eyes softening at his question, your body relaxing as you shook your head without hesitation.
"I don't hate you, Seonghwa. Not really. I envy you. I wish I could be more like you. But, I'm too hurt, too damaged now to act the way you do."
Being truthful to both him and yourself was making your heart and brain pulsate with a weird pain. Seonghwa's fingers dropped from your wrist, instead both hands now cupping your face with a touch so tender it made your heart skip multiple beats.
"Damaged is the wrong word to describe you."
Space between you both was almost squashed, Seonghwa's forehead mere inches away from yours, eyes boring into you.
"What's the right word?"
"Mine."
Lips crashed against yours, fingers circling the base of your throat, latching on, feeling your pulse point throbbing under his touch. Caught in a rush of emotions, your rational thinking catapulted into the next realm. Hands shaking with exhilaration as they found Seonghwa's chest. Tongue brushing against yours, other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back and allowing his lips to pepper kisses down your throat and to your collar bone.
"One word and I'll stop."
Raspy words danced across your neck, hesitation quivering from him as he waited for you to back off, to freeze up and tell him this was wrong. On the contrary, this was everything you had wanted and more. Guilt had ate you alive at the fact you wanted to be fucked by him. Jealously had coloured your emotions, watching him touch and kiss other people. All you had wanted was just a taste of him and to feed off the way he didn't care what others thought. Something you'd been searching for since your break up.
"I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me forget."
It was as if he had been waiting months for those words to come out of your mouth. Trailing his lips back up to yours, engulfing you in a kiss that was nothing but passionate and intense.
Tangle of limbs, urgent kisses and moans that entwined with each other. Seonghwa wasted no time stripping himself out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor and allowing you to smooth your hands over his chest. Pad of your thumb grazed the padlock that was attached to the collar sitting around his neck. Hooking your finger into the chain, you tugged him even closer, skimming your lips against his before pulling the collar harder. Low moan rumbled in his chest, causing you to smirk lightly.
"Doesn't surprise me you get off on that."
Resting his forehead against yours, pressure applied gently around your throat as he murmured.
"There's a whole arsenal of things that get my cock hard, but getting the chance to do them with you? That's what really gets me horny."
Escaped laugh of disbelief slipped out of you, causing Seonghwa to grin as he backed you towards the glass windows. In a swift movement you were bare chest to bare chest, skin against skin. Touch trailing down your arms, enjoying the way you trembled before Seonghwa spun your around. Tits pressed against the cool glass of the windows, eyes widening at the view that stared back at you. Rome was sleeping under the night sky, barely anyone meandering through the streets. But, if they were- if they so happened to glance up-
"Shh, princess. Get out of your head, no-one is going to look up here, and if they do? So what. I can pay people to keep quiet."
Something fluttered inside of you at the nonchalant threat Seonghwa made about keeping people hush hush. Makes sense why none of his bigger scandals ever made it out to the public eye. And yet, it was enough to soak your thighs.
Tracing your curves, mapping out all the places he wanted to delve into, nimbly hiking your jeans down, revealing just what he wanted to see.
"A few dirty words and shared kisses and you're already this drenched? Fuck, if I had of known this I'd ruined you so much more at work."
Closing your eyes at his amused demeanour, hands pressed against the glass as his lips littered kisses along your inner thighs, looping a finger into the side of your underwear and pulling them down. Beat of silence passed and then with a nudge of his hand, your legs were spread and he was devouring your wet cunt like his life depended on it.
"Hwafuck-"
String of curses immediately left your mouth, hands bunching up against the glass as his tongue caressed your sweet spots, dripping your heat for him to taste. Thumb circling your clit as he did so, adding to the pleasure that was already sky rocketing through your body. Arching your back, Seonghwa's hands clung to your thighs, tongue and fingers working together to push you to your peak. Crying out his name, losing control and soaking his mouth your arousal, catching your breath with everything you had.
WIthdrawing from you, face flushed and lips wet, he wasted no time in palming his cock, turning you back around. Didn't bother to ask what he had planned next for, instead you sank to your knees, sliding your hands up his toned thighs before batting his own hand away. Grasping his cock, pumping it with a speed that made his eyes roll back, you leaned upwards and enveloped his cock in your mouth.
"Shit- fuck, I knew that mouth was good for more than-"
Strangled moan cut him off as you worked both your tongue and hand along his twitching cock, never letting him catch his breath, returning the favour of making him feel nothing but bliss. Fluttering your eyelashes, looking up at him with an expression that did nothing but drive him wild.
Seonghwa couldn't take it any longer, yanking you up from the floor, mouth empty as his cock slid from it. Pressing you against the glass again, head resting against your warm skin as he buried his cock inside your welcoming pussy. Whimper rang out from you, both of his hands overlapping yours against the window, thrusting into you.
Neither one of you had the energy to say anything, the only noise that could be heard was the slapping of wet skin, fervent moans and strained breathing. Steamed windows and stifled air, clammy skin and ecstasy laced pleasure. Terror of someone looking up and seeing you both had evaporated from your mind, no longer caring. Let them look. Let them watch.
Hot, untamed, meaningful.
Incoherent praise was whispered into your ear, causing you to shudder against him. Both of you reaching the brink, everything starting to blur as Seonghwa's cock pounded into you deeper and deeper. Seeing stars at this point, bodies sandwiched together as Seonghwa filled you, in vice versa you soaking him with your arousal.
--
Sunrise filtered through the hotel room, hues of gold and blue glazed over the walls and floor. Blinking a few times, eyes adjusting to the almost angelic light that had seeped into the room. Wincing at the soreness that swaddled your body, exhaustion still evident in your bones. Then it all came rushing back. Windows were smeared with handprints, bottle of champagne was empty on the small table- heaviness rested on your chest, fingers flying to the weight-
Seonghwa's padlock collar was sitting pretty around your throat.
"Suits you better, princess."
Groggy mumble emerged from next to you, whipping your head to see Seonghwa laying there, one eye open, sleepy smile sprawled across his lips. Hair disheveled, body on show and marks littering his neck. Blush bloomed across your cheeks as you realised you'd left hickeys all along his throat, vibrant and extremely visible. Seonghwa's fingers tugged at your wrist, pulling you down next to him again.
"This means you're mine now, no-one has worn it before, just me."
Murmured honesty flowed from Seonghwa as he closed his eye.
"Wait Seonghwa-"
"Yes, I want you. No, I won't cheat. Now get some more rest, we have breakfast in two hours and then we are going sightseeing."
Staring at his peaceful state, unbelieving at the situation you found yourself in. And yet, relief filled your entire being as you snuggled closer to him, drifting back into a restless sleep.
