#sub seonghwa

"It's forbidden…this love between us. My mother won't allow me to come know knowing I let a vampire bed me-"

"I will be there for you, my Queen. I would walk through fire than allow anyone to tear you from my cold dead hands."

"Oh, my love…"

"…This is such shit." you curse as you flip through the pages of your book. The fireplace crackles and spits as it dances in the stone hearth, casting shadows around the vast chamber that you call your own. "I mean, really, who writes this stuff?"

"Probably those poverty ridden authors," your friend, Giselle, chuckles as she sat across from you. "Always dreaming of castles and kings." She winks, knowing your secret love for such tales.

"Yeah, well, it's not all it's worked up to be." You sigh, setting your book down. "Especially when the only company I've got is you and the castle ghosts."

"And the servants? The maids and butlers? They're too busy pretending not to listen to every word we say," you add with a roll of your eyes, leaning back into the velvet chair. Giselle laughs, a sound that echoes gently in the high-ceilinged room.

"And what about that one?" Giselle asks, nodding to the young man standing by the sideboard, refilling your goblets with deep red wine. "Seonghwa, isn't it?"

You glance over, not really caring much. "What about him?"

Seonghwa freezes mid-pour, his hand trembling slightly. He's heard you speak of your loneliness before, but this time it's different. There's a sadness in your voice that wasn't there before, a crack in the armor you so fiercely wear. He's only a servant, but he's seen the way you look at the sunsets, the way you touch the cold stone of your ring finger where a ring should be. He's heard the soft sighs that escape your lips in the dead of night when you think no one can hear.

"He seems to be the only cute one." Giselle whispered, her eyes glinting mischievously.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Giselle, you're terrible."

Seonghwa finishes pouring the wine and approaches, placing the goblet before you. His eyes are cast down, avoiding yours, as he bows slightly. "Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?"

You look him up and down, taking in his form. He's not bad on the eyes, sure, but he's a servant, and you're the queen. It's not like you can just… "Giselle, that's absurd," you say with a light chuckle, pushing the thought away.

"Nothing more," Giselle waves her hand at Seonghwa, "Thank you, darling."

"As you wish," Seonghwa says, retreating back to his post by the sideboard. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, a hint of sadness lingering. You've always had a soft spot for the young man, his quiet efficiency and the way he never complains about the endless tasks. But that's all it is, right? A soft spot. Not love. Not like in the books.

But as the evening wears on and your friend heads back to her own chambers, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and the flickering firelight, you find yourself drawn back to Seonghwa. He's always so attentive, so… present. You stand, the fabric of your royal gown whispering against the cold stone floor as you move towards him. "Seonghwa," you call out, your voice echoing softly in the quiet room.

He jumps slightly, then turns to face you, his eyes wary. "Your Highness?"

"…Come to my bedroom. I need help removing my dress." You say casually, as if asking for a cup of tea. It's not the first time you've called for his assistance in such matters, but there's something different in your tone tonight. A warmth that wasn't there before.

"Of course, Your Highness." He says, his voice steady, but you can see his pulse quicken at the base of his neck. He follows you through the shadowy corridors, the torchlight casting flickering patterns on the ancient tapestries that line the walls.

Once inside your chamber, you sit before the vanity, watching him in the reflection of the mirror as he unbuttons your dress with deft fingers. You've noticed his gaze lingering before, but tonight, it feels more… intense. You clear your throat, trying to break the tension. "How was your day, Seonghwa?"

"It was… it was fine, Your Highness." He murmurs, his eyes on the fabric rather than your reflection. "Just the usual chores."

"Hm." you murmur, watching him in the mirror. "Well, I've had better days myself." You lean back, allowing him to carefully slip the gown off your shoulders. The fabric pools at your waist, revealing the soft curves of your back. "But I've had worse."

"Your day is never truly bad when you're the Queen," he says, his voice a little hoarser than usual.

"You only think that because you're not in my position." you reach back to the tie keeping your corset together, but your fingers fumble with the knot. "Could you help me with this, Seonghwa?"

"Of course, Your Highness." He steps closer, his warm breath ghosting against your neck as he works the knot. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest, so close to yours, and it sends a thrill through you that you try to ignore. You've never been this… aware of him before.

"So, Seonghwa," you start casually, "Do you ever get tired of serving me?"

"…W-What?" Seonghwa stammers, his hands pausing for a moment before continuing to untie your corset. "I mean, it's an honor to serve you, my Queen."

"Wouldn't you want to serve a Queen who doesn't treat you like some sort of… object?" You ask, turning to look at him in the mirror, your eyes meeting his.

Seonghwa swallows hard, his throat dry as dust. "You never treat me poorly, Your Highness."

You couldn't think of anything else to say. The silence between you was thick, like the velvet drapes that shrouded the windows. "Good," you murmur, breaking the tension. "I wouldn't want to think I've been unkind to my most loyal servant."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes never leaving the corset as he loosens the laces. His cheeks are flushed, but you can't tell if it's from the fireplace or something else. You stand, the dress falling to the floor with a heavy sigh. "You can go now."

"But Your Highness, the dress…"

"It's fine, I'll manage the rest," you wave your hand dismissively. "Just… leave me."

"…Is everything alright, Your Highness?" Seonghwa asks, his eyes darting up to meet yours briefly before dropping back to the floor.

"…Do you find Giselle attractive?" You blurt out before he can leave, watching his reaction in the mirror.

Seonghwa's hands stilled on the fabric. "Your Highness, I-I don't think it's proper for me to have such thoughts about a lady of the court."

"So you do?" you turn to face him. "But what about someone like me?"

"Your Highness," Seonghwa says, his eyes searching yours. "You're different."

"In what way Seonghwa," you stroll over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. Your heart thuds like a blacksmith's hammer in your chest. The castle walls felt like they were closing in on you, and for once, you craved the simplicity of a conversation with someone who knew your true thoughts.

"You're…my Queen," he stammers, his eyes wide. "You're not like anyone else here."

"I'm…your queen? Not the Kingdom's?" You tease gently, a smirk playing on your lips as you watch his discomfort grow. "You're not supposed to say that, Seonghwa. It's scandalous."

He shakes his head, his cheeks now a deep shade of red. "Your Highness, I-I didn't mean…"

"Come here, Seonghwa." You pantomime a 'shh' with your finger to your lips as you pat the spot next to you on the bed. "Let's just talk for a bit."

Seonghwa hesitates, his eyes flicking to the closed door and back to you. "Your Highness, is this…proper?"

"Stand if you must," you say with a shrug, "but I'm quite comfortable." You lean back into the pillows, watching as Seonghwa reluctantly sits on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, and the warmth of his body is surprisingly comforting.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" you ask suddenly, the question hanging in the air like the faint scent of jasmine from the candles flickering on the nightstand.

Seonghwa's eyes widen, and he looks down at his hands, twisting the fabric of the bedspread. "Your Highness, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon."

You nod slightly, glancing toward your closet. "Get my nightgown for me."

Seonghwa jumps to his feet, eager to follow your command. He returns with the garment, holding it out to you with trembling hands. You stand and let him slip it over your head, the silk brushing against your skin like a lover's caress. You feel his eyes on you, but you don't look at him. Instead, you stare straight ahead, contemplating the flickering shadows on the far wall.

"Do you remember the day of my husband's funeral," you begin, your voice a soft whisper that seemed to get lost in the vastness of the room. "When the whole court was weeping, and I had to stand there, stoic, because queens aren't allowed to show weakness?"

Seonghwa nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, Your Highness. It was a sad day for us all."

You step closer to him, your hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "Do you know what I felt that day?"

Seonghwa swallows hard, his eyes searching yours. "Pain. Loss," he murmurs.

"No." you correct him, your voice dropping to a whisper. "I felt nothing. Not pain, not loss, nothing. Just… cold." You step closer, your hand trailing down his cheek. "But when I look at you, Seonghwa…I feel something."

"Your Highness," he says, his voice strained, "I'm just a servant. I shouldn't be the one to…"

"You look at me as if you…as if you see me," you whisper, your thumb lingering on his cheek. "Do you, Seonghwa?"

He swallows again, his eyes flicking down to your hand. "Your Highness," he starts, but you lean in, your lips pressing against his, cutting off his protests. He freezes for a moment, shocked, but then his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His kiss is warm, hungry, and it feels like the first time you've been truly alive in years. You melt into him, your body responding to the touch you've been starved of for so long.

"Seonghwa," you murmur against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair. "Call me…call me by my name."

"Y/N," he murmurs back, his voice thick with emotion as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide down to your waist, holding you firmly against him as if he's afraid you might vanish like the mist at dawn. You can feel his heart racing, matching the erratic rhythm of your own. The formality of titles and station seem to crumble away in the face of this raw connection.

You pull away slightly, panting, and look up at him with desire-filled eyes. "Take me, Seonghwa," you whisper, your voice filled with a need that you never knew existed until this very moment. "Make me feel alive again."

"Your highness, I don't-"

"I'll tell you what to do. Just be with me," you whisper, your hand sliding to the back of his neck. "Please, Seonghwa."

He nods, his eyes dark with need. This isn't something you should be asking, not from a servant, but here in the candlelit privacy of your chamber, the rules seem to bend. He kisses you again, his hands finding the laces of your nightgown, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who's so obviously out of his depth. You help him, eager to feel his skin against yours. The garment pools at your feet, leaving you bare before him.

"I want you to use your mouth on me." You say it without blinking, the words coming out with surprising ease.

"Your…Your Highness?" Seonghwa stammers, his eyes wide with shock.

You smile gently, placing a finger to his lips. "Just Y/N," you whisper, "and I'm not asking for anything unpleasant. I trust you."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but you're steady. He drops to his knees, his breath warm against your bare skin as he kisses down your chest, his touch feather-light. You can feel the heat building between your thighs, a warmth that has nothing to do with the fireplace across the room.

"Y/N," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasp, your hands threading through his hair, guiding him. It's strange, giving orders to a man who's always taken them from you, but there's something incredibly intimate about it.

"Just like that," you whisper, your voice hoarse with need. "But slower, Seonghwa."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he kisses you again, his touch now softer, more deliberate. The room seems to spin around you, the heavy fabric of your curtains swirling in your peripheral vision. This isn't how you thought a night in the castle would go, but you're not about to complain.

"Your Highness," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and sweet. "I-"

"Shh, love," you run your fingers through his hair. "What is it? You don't know how?"

"N-no, Your High…I mean, Y/N," he stammers, his cheeks a fiery red. "It's just… I've never done this before."

You lean back on the bed, your heart racing. "Well, Seonghwa," you say with a small smile, "Listen to me carefully,"

You guide him gently, your hand on the back of his neck, urging him closer. "Kiss me here," you whisper, your finger tracing your inner thigh. "And here," you continue, moving slightly higher. His eyes widen, but he follows your instructions, his kisses leaving a trail of heat that makes your toes curl. "That's it," you encourage him, your voice breathless.

As his kisses reach the apex of your thighs, you spread your legs wider, giving him better access. "Now, lick me," you instruct, your voice a soft command. He hesitates for a moment, but the trust in your gaze is unmistakable. His tongue darts out, tentative at first, but as you moan softly in pleasure, he grows bolder.

You guide his movements, your hands tangled in his hair. "Circles," you whisper, your breath hitching as he obeys, his tongue swirling around your clit. "Flick your tongue, just like this," you demonstrate with your own, his eyes watching yours in the mirror above the bed. He mimics the motion, and you feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. "Yes, like that," you encourage, your voice a little more urgent now.

"Oh christ," you murmur, your eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwa's tongue tentatively flicks against your clit. His movements are clumsy, but earnest, and it's oddly endearing. You bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. "Like this," you instruct, demonstrating with your own hand. "But don't be afraid to use more pressure."

He nods, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror once again before he leans back in. You feel his tongue swipe firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and it sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You're surprised by how good he is, despite his inexperience. "There," you whisper, your voice a little shaky. "Just like that, Seonghwa."

Your hips rock slightly against his face as he follows your instructions, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the anticipation building in your core. "Good boy," you praise, your hands tightening in his hair. The words come naturally, a mix of dominance and care that feels surprisingly right.

"D-Don't stop," you breathe, your body arching slightly off the bed. Seonghwa's eyes are fixed on yours, his pupils wide with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He's a quick learner, you realize with a thrill, as his tongue starts to mimic the rhythm of your own hand, his movements growing more confident.

"Good," you murmur, your voice a soft purr of approval. "Just like that." His eyes flick up to yours in the mirror, searching for any sign of dissatisfaction, but all he finds is the raw need reflected in your gaze. You can't remember the last time you felt this alive, this… wanted.

"Seonghwa-" you gasp sharply, your thighs tightening around his face. His tongue is still tentative, but the earnestness in his eyes as he looks up at you in the mirror is unmistakable. You're not used to being the one in control, but there's something incredibly freeing about guiding him, about watching him learn your body like it's a sacred text. "Faster," you command, your voice a soft moan.

He speeds up, his tongue swirling and flicking against you, and you feel your orgasm start to build. "That's it," you encourage, your hips beginning to move in time with his movements. The bed creaks softly beneath you, the only sound in the otherwise still room. "Now, suck," you whisper, your hand pressing down lightly on the back of his head. He complies, his mouth closing around your clit, the gentle pressure sending a shockwave through you.

"Y-Yes," you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel the pressure building. "Oh my god,"

Seonghwa's eyes are glued to yours in the mirror, watching for every reaction, every twitch of pleasure. His mouth works you with an intensity that's surprising for someone so inexperienced. You're so close, your body taut like a bowstring ready to snap. "I'm close," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the reflection. You can see the determination in them, the desperate need to please you. His mouth moves faster, his tongue flicking and sucking, his cheeks hollowing as he breathes through his nose. Your hips are moving now, riding his face as you chase the orgasm that's just out of reach. "Yes," you murmur, "just like that."

Seonghwa seems to understand, his movements growing more confident, his tongue delving deeper. You can feel your muscles clenching around nothing, desperate for the fullness he could give you. You've never been with a man who was so eager to learn, so eager to please. It's intoxicating.

You reach down, your hand guiding his head as you show him the rhythm you crave. His mouth is hot, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh. You let out a low moan, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of your chamber. "There," you murmur, "Right there."

"F-Fuck-" you moaned, your voice unsteady. The feeling was almost too much, his tongue hitting all the right spots with surprising precision for a novice. "Harder," you instructed, your legs trembling.

Seonghwa obeyed, his tongue pressing more firmly against your clit. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself closer to the warmth of his mouth. You watched his eyes in the mirror, the hunger in them making you feel powerful, like you were the one in control. It was a heady feeling, one you hadn't experienced in a very long time.

"I-I'm-" you gasp. "I-I'm coming!" The words barely leave your mouth before the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body shaking with pleasure. Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly in the mirror, but he doesn't stop, his tongue still working its magic until you're boneless, your legs falling open with a soft sigh.

He pulls away, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. You can see the pride in his eyes, the knowledge that he's brought you pleasure. "Was that…good, Your Highness?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile lazily, your eyes half-closed with satisfaction. "Very good, Seonghwa," you murmur, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "But I'm not done with you yet."

You sit up and back away, flipping yourself over and laying on your stomach. "Now," you murmur, pushing your ass up in the air. Seonghwa stares for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, but you give him a gentle push. "Take me. Just like I asked."

He swallows hard, his eyes dark with desire as he moves behind you. You feel his hands on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in. "Like this?" he asks, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Mm," you murmur, pushing back slightly to feel his hardness against you. "But be gentle, I'm not used to this."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He kisses your inner thigh, his breath warm against your skin. You feel his tongue dart out, touching you gently, and you can't help the soft whine that escapes your throat. "Just like that," you whisper, your voice a little shaky. "Softly."

He kisses you again, his movements growing more confident as he starts to understand what you like. You spread your legs wider, giving him better access, and he takes the hint. His tongue traces patterns around your clit, and you moan, your body responding to his touch. "Good," you murmur, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Seems you must like this, hm?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You can see the hunger in them, the desperate need to make you feel good. "Seonghwa…"

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and longing. "Your Highness?"

"Your pants are still on." You say with a smirk, glancing back at him. "How do you expect to serve me properly like that?"

Seonghwa nods, his eyes flicking to the floor. "Of course, Your Highness." He stands, his movements a little unsteady as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall. His cock springs free, hard and eager. You can't help but stare for a moment, surprised by his size.

"You've been hiding that from me all this time?" You say, a playful smirk on your lips. "A treasure indeed." You spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your slick folds. "Come, Seonghwa. Give it to me."

He approaches you with a mix of eagerness and trepidation, his cock bobbing with each step. You can feel the warmth of his body against your thighs as he settles back into his position between them. "Just like before," you remind him, your voice low and sultry. "But this time, don't stop until I tell you to."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes dark with desire as he presses his tip against your entrance. You feel a thrill of anticipation as he starts to push inside you, the sensation of his thickness stretching you. "Your Highness," he whispers, his voice a little shaky.

You nod, your breath hitching as he fills you up. "Just like that," you murmur, your eyes never leaving the mirror. You watch as his hips start to rock, his movements tentative at first. "Mm," you encourage, pushing back to meet him.

"Faster," you command, your voice a little more urgent now. He picks up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet sound that fills the room. It feels incredible, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. "Harder," you say, your voice a little louder now.

"Y-Your highness," he moans, his eyes locked shut as he tries to follow your guidance. His movements become more confident, his strokes deeper and faster. You feel yourself building again, the pressure starting to coil in your belly.

"Just like that," you whisper, your voice a sweet promise. "Jesus christ," your fingers grip the pillow in front of you, your eyes never leaving his. The expression of concentration and hunger etched on his features is almost as mesmerizing as the feeling of him moving inside you. "Fuck me like you mean it, Seonghwa."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes flying open, and you can see the determination in them. His hips start to move faster, his cock hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. You've never been with someone who takes your words so seriously, so eagerly. It's as if every order you give him is a gift, one that he unwraps with trembling hands and a desperate need to please.

"Oh my god," you moan, your hand reaching back to grab at his hip, pulling him deeper into you. He follows your guidance, his movements becoming more forceful, his breaths harsh and uneven. "Y-Yes, yes, yes,"

You arch your back, pushing your ass into him as he thrusts harder and faster. Your body is a live wire, sparking with pleasure at every touch. You're so lost in sensation that for a moment, you forget that you're in charge. "Oh, S-Seonghwa," you moan, your voice breathless. "You're so… so good at this."

His eyes fly open at your words, meeting yours in the mirror. You can see the surprise and elation in his gaze as he realizes you're praising him. It's clear he's never received such praise, not in this way, not from someone like you. The knowledge that he's bringing you pleasure, that he's the one making you feel this way, fuels his movements.

"I-It feels good?" Seonghwa's voice is a mix of hope and disbelief, his hips stuttering slightly as he continues his rhythm.

You nod, your eyes glazing over as you slip deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Your body feels boneless, your mind hazy, and the only thing that seems to anchor you is the feel of him inside you. "Yes," you murmur, your voice distant. "S-So good."

Seonghwa's grip tightens on your hips as he fucks you harder, his own need building. You can feel it in every thrust, in the way his breath hitches and his body tenses. But you're floating now, lost in the sensation of his cock filling you up. It's too much, and yet not enough.

"I-I need-" you stutter, a moan tearing itself out of your throat as Seonghwa hits that perfect spot again. Your eyes glaze over, your body trembling with pleasure. You can feel yourself falling, slipping into that delicious void where thought ceases to exist and only sensation remains. "I-I think I'm going to-"

Seonghwa wraps his hand around you, his fingers connecting with your clit, the pressure just right as he continues to thrust into you from behind. The combination of sensations sends you spiraling, your focus slipping away until all you can feel is the pleasure coursing through you.

"D-Don't stop, fuck, please!" you beg, your voice barely above a whisper as Seonghwa's touch sends you hurtling towards the edge of oblivion. The room around you fades into a haze of candlelight and shadow, the only anchor being the feeling of him inside you, the sound of your skin slapping against his, and the sweet pressure of his fingers on your clit.

And then it happens. Your orgasm hits you like a bolt of lightning, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your entire body convulse. You scream his name, your voice echoing off the walls of your chamber. It's the strongest orgasm you've ever had, and it's all for him, all because of him.

Seonghwa's eyes widen in the mirror, his own orgasm catching him by surprise. He stammers your name as he empties himself inside you, his hips jerking with the force of his release. He's never felt anything like this before, never experienced this kind of intimacy or pleasure. His body feels like it's on fire, a delicious burn that makes him want to collapse on top of you and never move again.

But he holds back, his arms shaking as he supports his weight, his eyes still locked on yours in the reflection. You're still trembling, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. The sight of your pleasure is almost too much for him to handle, and he can't help but feel a little lost in the intensity of it all.

Seonghwa's movements slow, his cock still twitching inside you. He's never felt anything like this before, never been the one to give someone so powerful, so revered, such an intense moment of release. It's intoxicating, and he's not sure if he's ready for the world to come crashing back down around him.

"Seonghwa…" you pant, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He slowly pulls out, his cock glistening with your arousal, and you feel a strange sense of loss. You roll over, reaching for him, needing to feel his warmth against you.

He's still kneeling on the bed, his chest heaving with his own ragged breaths. His eyes are wide, filled with a mix of shock and awe. He's never seen you like this before, never knew he could make you feel this way. You look at him, struggling to sit yourself up, your body still humming with pleasure. "Come here," you say, your voice a gentle command.

Seonghwa crawls over to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles onto the bed. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer until his body is pressed against yours. You can feel his heart racing against your chest, the heat of his skin searing into yours. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

You try to nuzzle yourself into him. His arms hesitantly wrap around you, unsure of the right way to hold you, but you guide him, showing him how you like it. His embrace feels safe, like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. It's a stark contrast to the passion that just consumed you, but it's just as satisfying in its own way. "You don't have to be scared," you murmur into his neck. "I won't tell anyone."

"I don't want to let you go." Seonghwa whispers, his arms tightening around you as his head rests on your shoulder. His heart beats a staccato rhythm against your chest, echoing the thud of your own heart. The candles flicker, casting shadows that dance across the stone walls, painting the scene in a warm, intimate glow.

"You don't have to, love." you run your fingers through his head, gently scratching his scalp, the gesture one of comfort. "You're mine. I won't let anyone hurt you," you whisper, the words sending a thrill through his body. The idea of belonging to someone so powerful, so beautiful, was almost too much for him to comprehend.

"Y-Yours?" Seonghwa repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his head against your shoulder feels heavier than it did just moments ago, like the gravity of your words is sinking in.

A/N: this was very random but I saw this [x] outfit on tik tok and immediately pictured hwa wearing it, and had a visceral reaction to the thought. then I wrote this cause yeah I’m a pervert and was too freaked out lmao so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!

You rested against the edge of the bed, arms crossed loosely, the dim flicker of the amber lamplight casting a glow across the room. The bathroom door had been shut for nearly five minutes, and you could hear the faint rustle of clothing and the occasional nervous mumble behind it.

“Hwa,” you called, playful but calm. “You don’t have to be anxious, you’re going to look so good.”

There was a pause.

“Are you sure?” His voice came muffled through the door. “It’s kind of…tight.”

You smiled to yourself, getting excited just picturing it. “That’s the point, baby. Trust me — you’re going to ruin me.”

Another beat of silence. A soft exhale.

The doorknob turned and then he stepped out.

Hood up. Bunny ears flopped gently over silver hair. The black ribbed knit sculpted to him like sin — snug over his chest and arms, zipper half-drawn down the middle with a tiny heart-shaped pull glinting in the light. The fabric molded to his waist, cinching him in, and the cut at the hips left little to the imagination. His thighs were toned and lean, calves flexing as he shifted from one bare foot to the other, clearly uncertain.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

He looked away, biting his lip, blushing high on his cheeks. “Too much…or not enough?”

“What?” You laughed tenderly, stepping closer as if you were being pulled by gravity. “No. You don’t get it. You look…insane.”

Your eyes trailed down — past his crimson cheeked face, the curve of his shoulders, his collarbones a little hidden under the soft edge of the hood. The suit hugged his abdomen so fiercely you could see the lines of his abs flex every time he adjusted his stance. And his waist — dear god, his waist. The way the fabric dipped in, the way it framed him like it had been sewn to worship his body.

“I would give anything to see you in this every single day,” you declared, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

He peered at you through his lashes, a quiet, nearly bashful smile spreading across his face.

“Turn around,” you gently commanded. “Let me see the back.”

He hesitated — just for a second — then turned.

You groaned.

The bunny tail — soft and pink and bushy — sat right above the curve of his ass, perfectly perched between his hips, which were strained by the frame. The back was nearly bare — just thin ties knotted low at the waist holding the knit in place, leaving his spine exposed and his shoulder blades on full display.

His back was lithe and strong, blades shifting as he moved, muscles flexing in small, rippling waves beneath tan, flushed skin.

“You’re not real,” you whispered. “You can’t be.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “You really like it?”

“Like it?” You licked your lips, devouring him with your eyes. “Baby, you’re the kind of creature I’d sell my soul for. You are the most rare, succulent toy. You are the bunny of my dreams.”

His breath caught. The blush darkened.

“Fuck– I’m obsessed with you,” you moved another inch directly behind him now, “you’re unbelievable.”

You circled him wantonly, dragging your eyes over every inch like you were committing it to memory — or maybe preparing to ruin it beyond recognition.

“Hwa, this suit should be illegal on you.”

He flinched slightly at your tone — not from fear, but anticipation. The deep, simmering hunger behind your words made the hairs on his neck stand up.

“Do you even understand how delicious you look right now?” You moved closer, letting your fingers graze the dip in his lower back.

He swallowed hard.

And then your gaze dropped — and locked.

The material pulled taut over his crotch — clung against the thick, heavy outline of his cock, so defined it made you drool. You could see how the outfit struggled to contain him, daring to be freed, straining at the seams like he was already half hard from your praise alone.

“Oh my god,” words stuck in your throat, almost in awe, “you’re huge in this.”

His pelvis tensed — instinctual, embarrassed, turned on.

“Look at you,” you crooned, eyes still glued on the mouthwatering shape beneath the fabric. “It’s obscene. I can see everything — every vein, every inch, the way you’re hanging like you want to be sucked through it.”

He let out an uneven exhale, unable to keep eye contact.

“You’re lucky I’m not on my knees already.” You took another step in, barely ghosting his hip just above the strings dangling there. “This outfit might cover you, but it doesn’t hide you. If anything…it’s putting you on display. All slutty and desperate. I bet you’re already leaking, aren’t you?”

“Don’t—” he gasped, voice caught in his gullet.

“Don’t what?” Your words were laced with wicked affection. “Don’t talk about how badly I want you in my mouth right now? Don’t talk about how you’d appear even prettier with your thighs shaking while I fuck you with my tongue through the cloth?”

His head dropped back with a soft whine, he couldn’t take it — like you were dragging the desire out of him with every filthy word.

“And the best part?” You pressed in, lips brushing the edge of his hood near his ear, “This was made for you. Beautiful bunny with that cock, that body, that face…this isn’t even cosplay anymore. It’s your skin.”

He shivered, hands curling into fists.

“Spin for me again, baby,” you said, tone velvety and stern, “show me what that tail’s hiding. I’m not done admiring you.”

You prowled around him again, slower this time, feasting on every inch of him — but kept your hands to yourself. You didn’t want your slender tail-slut to get hard yet.

He stood there in the center of the room, breathing shallow under your burning gaze. The bunny hood flopped over one eye, his cheeks rosy with heat, chest heaving.

You came up behind him and closed in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, “Still limp, right, baby?”

He nodded wordlessly, pupils dilating.

“Good.” You kissed him again, just behind the ear. “You need to stay like that for this next part.”

You walked away just long enough to retrieve it — the gift of hard pink plastic. A cock ring, cool and shining under the lamp light, shaped to engulf him snug and tight. You held it up where he could see, watching the realization ripple down his spine.

“Bought this for you the moment I saw this outfit,” your voice low and sweet. “Hot pink, like that cute little tail because you belong to me.”

He looked entranced, gagging for it pathetically and speechless.

“You do belong to me, right?” A cocky grin splayed along your mouth as you crossed the room again.

He nodded again, faster now. “Yes.”

“Mmm. Now hold still.”

Your hands moved to the front of the suit, slowly dragging the material to the side just enough to reveal him. His flaccid cock rested dense against his thigh, flexible and warm pink, not yet reacting but ready to be touched. His hips stuttered a little as the air hit him, and your fingers—tender, reverent—cupped his balls.

“God,” you hummed, eyes dark. “You look so fuckable like this and I haven’t even started yet.”

You worked carefully, pulling his balls through the ring first, letting them settle against the cool plastic. Then your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding it through, easing the ring up until it sat firm — pretty and vulgar and absolutely perfect.

The moment it was in place, your mouth brushed the shell of his ear again.

“There,” your lips curled into a lustful grin, “a different kind of collared, and much hotter. Pretty little cock tied up all for me — in pink, no less.”

You let the fabric snap back into place, now stretched tighter over the new shape. You could already see the beginnings of a heartier bulge — not from arousal, but just from the way the pink grip lifted and curved him forward. Pressed, exposed, unmistakably owned.

He whimpered — full-bodied, carnal and needy.

“You don’t get to touch it,” you added, fingers teasingly close to his growing erection. “But you’re going to feel it… every little shift, every breath. That ring’s gonna remind you who you belong to.”

You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues massaging together, your hands clawing up his body, over the cinch of the suit, one hand cradling the back of his neck while the other pressed against the stretch over his cock.

“You’re the filthiest thing I’ve ever dressed up,” you moaned into his mouth. “And I’m going to make sure you feel like it.”

He was still wide-eyed with burning cheeks when you took his hand and laced your fingers through his.

“C’mere,” you said, affectionate and dangerous.

He followed instantly — no hesitation now, just obedient little bunny steps, hood still up and ears bouncing kindly with each movement. You led him into the kitchen, the warm glow of the overhead lights casting shadows on his thighs, his waist, the way the suit embraced him, strung so rough now that the cock ring had started to do its job.

You opened the freezer with one hand and pulled out a cherry-red popsicle, opening it while looking at him deliberately. Leaning against the counter, you took a long, smutty drag of the frozen treat across your tongue. The cold made you shudder. The taste was sugary and sticky.

Then you turned to him, holding the popsicle out.

“Open.”

He did. Full pink lips parted, eyes glassy.

You fed him a lick — let him wrap his mouth around it, moan obsessively at the temperature. The red staining his wet plump lips. You watched some slide down his chin but didn’t wipe it off.

“Good boy,” you bit off the top of the popsicle and sucked it until it melted into your taste buds, “you’re doing so well for me.”

Hwa blinked drunkenly like he was barely holding on, cock visibly spasming beneath the cloth now — the ring straining, the shaft glossy with precum that had already started to soak through.

You dropped the rest of the popsicle into the sink and wiped your hand on a towel, then sank to your knees.

“Hands at your sides,” you barked sharply. “Keep them there. No matter what.”

He nodded, breath trembling.

You tugged at the front of the costume, peeled it just low enough to free his cock — flushed, swollen, thick and heavy, bound at the base by that cruel pink collar. He throbbed in the air, easily dripping for you, twitching helplessly above the waistband.

“Look at you,” you hummed, breath slipping over the tip. “So hard. So full. Just waiting for me.”

Your tongue swirled across the head, devastatingly steady and cold — still coated with cherry.

He bit back a moan, thighs flexing, hands shaking as he fought to keep them off you.

“You taste that tart sugar? That’s what your cock’s gonna be soaked in by the time I’m done with you. You remember that every time you put this outfit on.”

And then you enveloped your lips around him.

Chilled mouth. Wet heat. Tongue rolling along the underside while the cock ring kept him achingly hard, trapped at full pressure. He moaned, loud and wrecked, hips rutting forward before he froze — remembering your rule.

You glanced up at him, drinking in the sight, hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder and guiding him down your throat before pulling back and smiling devilishly. Lips stretched around the thick, pulsing head of his cock as you listened to the strangled noises he made.

He was so close.

You could feel it — the way his thighs quivered under your hands, the way his cock convulsed violently against your tongue, more intense than before, weighing with need and trapped by the unforgiving grip of that pink cock ring. His hands were still at his sides, balled into fists, his jaw slack and eyes unfocused.

You sucked him deeper, letting your throat flex around him, your lips compressed around the base. He sobbed above you, breath catching like it hurt.

“I’m gonna— I-I’m gonna cum,” he rasped, barely able to get the words out.

You moaned around him — and then pulled off.

The second your mouth left, he choked on a noise that was somewhere between a scream and a sob. His cock pulsed uncontrollably in the air, precum oozing freely now, and you watched — eyes wide and pleased — as his hips jerked once, twice—

And then he came.

Not with pleasure. Not with release. But with need.

Thick spurts of cum painted the tile below, pouring in messy lines, and he made a broken, wrecked sound — clearly overwhelmed by the ruin. Like his whole body was being ripped apart and there was no way to stop it.

Tears welled in his eyes. His knees buckled. He didn’t touch you. Didn’t move. Just stood there, vibrating, bare and breathless, cock still bound at the base, swollen and glistening, the ring keeping him too stiff to breathe.

You stood gingerly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and stepped into his space. His lips pouted, damp eyes filled with defeat and surrender.

“Aww,” you cooed sweetly, tilting his chin up. “Are those tears?”

He blinked, one falling slowly down his cheek.

You giggled — mocking and delighted.

And then you leaned in and kissed him there. Right on the tear.

“You’re such a bad bunny,” toying with him, you let your mouth wander and nip at his earlobe with your teeth. “You came so quickly. Didn’t even let me play with you properly.”

Clicking your tongue as a finger slid down his slick length. He sniffled, ashamed, eager to cum again, and throbbing painfully in the aftermath of his ruined orgasm.

“Guess we’ll have to try again.” Your fingers curled around his cock once again, giving it one quick pump in your fist, then another.

He cried out — whole body jolting, legs going weak.

“I didn’t say we were done,” you said, voice silky and hungry like the richest sin. “You’ll stay hard while the ring’s on, which means I still get to play.”

You started stroking him lazily — not to build him up too fast, but to drag it out. Every nerve overstimulated. Every inch raw and wet and too sensitive to handle.

Dizzy and melting, Hwa huffed, tears sliding freely now.

You snuggled and smirked along his sharp jaw, so loving—so brutal.

“My pretty little bunny,” you purred. “We’re just getting started.”

© written by teezslvt— do not steal or claim as your own 𓆩♡𓆪

It’s the middle of January, and ATEEZ is on tour—currently in Milan.

Seonghwa’s mind drifted as they sat in a half-empty restaurant, hearts still calming down from the concert’s high. Wooyoung said something that made the others cackle, but Seonghwa just lifted his glass of cheap wine to his lips.

He wasn’t thinking about the concert. He was thinking about him… his husband. His husband’s hands, the way those rough fingers wrapped around his throat, tangled in his hair, or draped 1.5 carat diamond necklaces across his neck.

His lips twitched into a small smile. He knew you were there. Knew you’d wait for him. Even if it meant waiting for hours.

After a long night of pretending to enjoy himself, he slipped away. Scurrying back to his hotel room. Stripping off his casual clothes and letting the lace skim up his delicate, honey-toned skin. He clipped the garters into the sheer fabric of his stockings, slipping into the almost-brand-new pair of Louboutins he’d gotten last month—when you came home three hours late. A soft moan escaped his lips, his feet arching just right, forcing him upright, spine straight. That delicious thread between pain and pleasure.

He didn’t bother with jewelry. He knew you’d have something new for him. Something better. He wrapped himself in his fur coat, his driver already waiting outside. Discreet. Paid well enough not to ask questions.

Scandalous, how reckless he was willing to be for his husband, huh?

The taxi slid through Milan’s tight streets, down alleys that reeked of luxury—the kind of place where cash shut mouths. His thighs pressed together under the heavy fur. His freshly manicured nails dug into the soft lining to stop himself from moaning.

The taxi stopped, and he paid quickly. The lights radiating from the hotel bathed him in gold as he stepped out. He didn’t rush. He savored the click of his sharp heels against the pavement and polished marble as he entered. Hips swaying. Controlled.

The receptionist looked up—paused, then slid a keycard across the desk. Somehow, she knew exactly who he was here for.

“Room 2704… The suite,” she said quietly, smiling nervously.

Seonghwa nodded, the tap of his nail against the plastic card sharp as he took it and walked toward the elevator. His heart pounded in his throat as it dinged at the 27th floor.

He pressed the card to the keypad—green light—and opened the door slowly.

Cigarettes. Whiskey. The smell hit him instantly. His lips curled into a smirk.

The sharp clack of his heels echoed against the marble floor with each step, louder and louder, until he stood a few meters behind the velvet chair you lounged in.

“You’re late.”

Seonghwa shuddered at your voice. You turned slowly in the chair, swirling a €600 glass of whiskey as you stubbed out the cigarette in the half-full ashtray. You crossed one leg over the other, eyes dragging over him like you owned him—because you did.

He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering to the black designer boxes littered across the coffee table.

“Well?”

Your gaze lazily dragged down his body, then back up. He didn't need more to know what you wanted form him.

He stepped forward, slowly, before sinking to his knees. The heels made it harder—but he managed. His slender hands braced on your crossed legs for balance.

You patted his soft hair before gripping his chin, leaning forward to kiss him, then pointed to a smaller box.

He let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Trembling fingers picked up the box, handing it to you. You took your time, undoing the ribbon, opening the lid. Inside: a white gold necklace, dotted with a few delicate diamonds.

Seonghwa instinctively leaned in.

His silvery-white hair fell like silk around his face. He lifted it, just a little, allowing you to lean forward awkwardly and clasp the necklace around his sensitive neck. The cool metal sent shivers through him.

You leaned back to admire it.

“Sucks… Should’ve gone with the ruby,” you muttered, voice rough and dry as you sipped your whiskey again. Lip pouted out.

Seonghwa shuddered, chills running down his spine. He searched for words, but you always took the air from his lungs. He hated it but at the same time.. god.. how he loved it.

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8 girls. 8 guys. One tiny slip of paper.

As the youngest, you had to wait as each girl removed one of the men from the pool of potential people you'd get to fuck. You didn't mind who you ended up with. Most looked like they'd have a cock big enough to satisfy and all of them looked malleable...like they'd bend to your will if you just whispered the right word in their ear.

The girl beside you snatched up Wooyoung's name, and your eyes settled on Seonghwa, the very last member. Muscular...but not the most muscular. Tall...but not the tallest. Popular...but not the most popular. It was almost too easy.

You blindly dipped your hand into the hat, collecting the slip of paper with his name on it as you walked by. You flicked it towards him and let him read it, and like a good, obedient boy he did.

"It's me," he confirmed with Hongjoong.

"Of course it is," you sang as you stepped closer. Then in a low voice, you added, "But I'm so glad you can read, bunny."

Seonghwa's eyes were wide as he tried to estimate how much he should make your comment known to the others. Would they find him weak for letting you speak to him like that? Would they think he had his work cut out for him? He rested his hand on your stomach as was expected and weighed the options.

Meanwhile, you pressed your ass against his cock, simply wanting to get him worked up just enough to see what you'd be dealing with. Anything was usable really...but some toys were more fun.

By the time Hongjoong finished speaking, he was whimpering quietly against your neck as his erection probed your ass. It wasn't all the way hard but enough for you to tell he was quite large...though probably not the largest.

He took your hand to guide you to his room...or to get away from Mingi who was already stripping down. You peeked behind you as you rounded the corner and nodded approvingly at him...the biggest.

Seonghwa didn't notice the impressed look on your face when he reached for his doorknob and sweetly announced, "Welcome home."

It was as dorky as you had expected. Bright saturated colors everywhere, shelves with lego sets he'd built, including his favorite which sat right on the nightstand...a baby Yoda.

His shoe rack by the door had everything from classic chelsea boots to Gucci slides to slippers shaped like a hamburger. He was adorably and completely himself.

"A-Anyways," Seonghwa said, his voice shaking as you sat down on the bed running your hand over the dark comforter...perhaps the only muted thing in the whole room. It was also incredibly soft...definitely material worth fucking on.

"Haven't you ever had a girl in your room, bunny?" you teased him.

"Of course I have," he assured you. "Just not one that called me that. That nickname is for you. It's one of the rules."

Oh, he's a rule follower. Breaking him would be fun.

"A rule?" you played along, making a stupidly surprised face of innocence. "Golly! What other rules are there?"

"Well," he began, buying your naive act. "First is the nickname. That's what I'm supposed to call you."

"Okay," you acknowledged...not agreed...there's a difference. "What else?"

"I'm in charge. It says so in the contract. You do what I say to please me...both sexually and in other ways. You're sort of an assistant I can have sex with if I want..." he trailed off before speedily adding "...and if you want!"

"Only two rules?" you frowned as you stood, holding up two fingers. "Two little rules?"

You were disappointed. You expected more from Seonghwa.

"And no touching my legos."

"Aren't you a little old for that?" you asked while holding up two fingers, refusing to count the third rule as official. You could see it driving him crazy.

"Half of these sets are 18 and up. So no... I'm not too old," he argued and raised a third finger on your hand.

You smirked at his rebellion, excited to see that he could be a challenge instead of just rolling over like a little bitch boy.

"Three rules," you agreed and held up the number right in front of his face...the number of rules he'd give up on by the end of the night. "Three," you repeated and brought your fingers to his lips, silently instructing him to suck them.

Seonghwa's eyes squinted as he judged your intentions, but he was curious. He opened his mouth, allowing your fingers to fill them before taking them all the way down to the knuckle.

"Good bunny," you praised as you ran your fingers through his lengthy hair. "So pretty."

He pulled off with a surprised look, completely taken aback. "I call you that," he reminded you, though he wasn't convincing you that he didn't like it. His dick had gotten harder.

"Okay," you acknowledged again and headed off to find the closest. Hongjoong had mentioned something about a uniform...

"Is this mine?" you called to him while pointing at an outfit hung up in the closet.

It was a y2k style elastic dress with feather trim. It reminded you of a nightgown in some ways, and it was short enough to draw the eyes.

"It's yours," he confirmed while wrapping his arms around you, trying to maintain some morsel of control. "Maybe the uniform will help remind you of your place," he suggested with a kiss on your shoulder. Had you been a brat, that would've made you wet.

"Where is the tail?" you asked, noticing the dress had a headband with ears but no fluffy ball on your ass.

"Here," he dug his hand into his pocket and retrieved it. It was perfectly sized and fluffy. It would be very cute on the right person.

"Thanks, bunny," you leaned in and kissed his cheek while he worked to pin it to the dress.

He ignored you but pulled away once it was secured. "Get dressed. And don't call me that."

As he left, you couldn't help but imagine how cute he'd look with a little tail on the back of his pants. You put on the dress, deciding to use some fashion tape to hold the tail instead. You had plans for it that a safety pin would make difficult.

"Oh bunny!" you called once the headband was fixed on your head and your hair curled. "Where are my shoes?"

"What did I..." he trailed off as he rounded the corner, finally seeing you for the first time in the full uniform. "You look beautiful," he stopped dead in his tracks as you spun for him, letting the dress fly up and expose the sparkly pink panties he'd left on the hanger.

"Thanks. So do you," you returned the compliment, wishing you could praise him more than that...but compliments would only come with good behavior, and he was still challenging you. His laid-back, oversized white suit with a vest underneath and no shirt did look so fucking good, though.

"Your shoes are by the door already. I don't like people wearing them in the apartment."

You smirked and pressed your hand to his chest while adjusting his jacket collar. "Is that a fourth rule?" you asked while holding up your pinky finger and fluttering your lashes.

Seonghwa, though unwilling to bend the knee fully, was a fast learner. He sucked on your pinky, his red lips contrasting so beautifully with your skin tone. "Good bunny," you praised, ready to reward him with an even better compliment. "I can't wait to take that suit off of you later."

Seonghwa's lips parted in surprise as he pulled off of your finger to stare in shock at your boldness. You said the quiet things out loud...the things he didn't expect and shouldn't have wanted. It was so hot.

Before he could act on it, Hongjoong announced lineup, and he pulled you to the door, not wanting to be late.

The shoes were lackluster. Simple white booties, nothing too spectacular, but they'd do. "Why don't you help me put them on," you suggested while pushing down on his shoulder, urging him to the ground.

It felt good to make a man fall beneath you. To watch him slip on your shoes ever so carefully while grazing your calf and thigh, trying his best to work you up. Unfortunately, what you needed was Hwa surrendering to get wet...not Hwa playing offense.

"Stand up, bunny. We don't want to be late," you urged once you were able to walk in the shoes.

Hwa gaped after you and hurried to the line where others were already waiting. He went to scold you for calling him bunny again, but you hushed him. "It's rude to fight in public," you said with a taunting twinkle in your eye. "It's almost like it's a rule."

Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief but listened. He didn't want to make Hongjoong upset or cause the party any delays. That was Mingi's job.

You smiled straight ahead, knowing you had him where you wanted him now...right by the fluffy bunny tail that would end up on his ass soon. The least you could do was walk in wearing it, though. There was a fine line between degrading/dominating him and being straight-up disrespectful. These were his elders, and you planned to treat them as such and represent yourself well in front of them.

You held your head high and held Seonghwa's bicep as you walked. You wanted to appear classy and innocent...after all, you were the only one here without a collar or mouthful of cum. Not to mention you could walk in your shoes...and had shoes. He obviously wished to show you off differently than the others.

Men in suits and women in gowns applauded as you entered. They had no idea the show they were in for...the performance of your lifetime that would catch Seonghwa off guard more than usual.

Hongjoong spoke again, and you stood tall and proud beside Hwa. You would glance adoringly at him and walked forward when he did...his perfect shadow.

"Say hello bunny," he stepped aside with a nervous glance. Maybe he expected you to demean him like you'd done all day, but instead, you kissed his cheek, making him blush a rosy pink.

"Oh gosh!" you squealed shyly. "I'm just so excited to be here for Seonghwa. He's such an incredible person, and I'm so lucky to be his aide. Maybe if I'm good he'll even let me help build a Lego set. Anyways, everybody enjoy your evening, you all look almost as amazing as Hwa," you giggled sweetly at him before reaching for his arm to walk back to the line. You'd done exactly what you wanted to...baited him.

Seonghwa pulled you close and kissed your cheek in return. You could feel the smile on his face. "Good job, bunny," he whispered.

You said nothing in response and let his hands explore your stomach and hips while the rest of the guys and their aids were introduced. He'd kiss your neck and squeeze where he could as if he were possessed. Eventually, he got so turned on that he was grinding against you, incapable of keeping his erection at bay.

While Hongjoong was wrapping things up, things got even worse for him. So much so that you turned around the second his speech was over to kiss him...and conceal him.

He felt surprised, but kissed you back, his lips parting to let out a shaky breath when he felt your waist bump his. He squeezed you closer with a feral groan. You would've never expected him to act this way in public.

He was so lost in you that he didn't even notice you'd put the tail on him.

"Hate that we have to stay here," he confessed. "Want to take you back home."

"And do what to me, bunny?" you taunted. "Fuck me? Maybe I want to fuck you."

"What are you..." he breathed, dropping his head to your shoulder as he tried to control himself. But you could feel all of him now. He was in the middle of the room, on a stage, and hard as a fucking rock. Big but not the biggest.

"Want me to tie you up, bunny? Fuck you until you're crying and begging me to stop?" you offered in a honey-smooth voice while fingering his hair.

Seonghwa didn't answer...maybe he couldn't admit it to himself. But he moaned and kissed your shoulder.

"We need to get you off this stage first though, don't we, bunny?"

"Y-yes," he stammered, opening his eyes to stare down at his dick that was poking straight into you.

You didn't want him to be embarrassed by letting everyone see him like this and tried to think of a way to cover it...

Maybe walking super close to the front of him...or whispering things to calm him down. But ultimately, you decided to test him.

"Catch me," you instructed and jumped to wrap your legs around his waist before he had even a second to think.

He did, though, so you praised him with another kiss and murmured, "Good job bunny. You're so strong," while petting his cheek.

"I need to talk to the execs before we leave," he informed you with pink cheeks as he began to walk, starting with carefully making his way down the stairs.

"Tell them I'm too tired. Tell them we had an exhausting first day...the details of which you won't share because it would be disrespectful to me," you guided him before resting your eyes to pretend to be asleep. You'd make him out to be a masculine fucking machine in public but keep the real Hwa to yourself. His image was important, but so were your needs...and his.

"Seonghwa!" one of the men cheered as he patted his back. "Ready for another amazing year?"

"Yes sir," he replied while brushing his fingers up your spine which felt surprisingly nice. "I'm sure she'll make it interesting."

"I see she's already knocked out. Big day?" he asked, the innuendo obvious.

"I don't kiss and tell," Seonghwa joked with a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Atta boy," he complimented before leaning in—his hand pressing into your back as he did so. "You don't have to tell when we saw you on stage."

Seonghwa playfully laughed along. If only they knew he was still hard this very second. "Well...I better get her home."

"They can be fun when tired," the man advised.

"Good to know," Seonghwa replied awkwardly before walking away from him.

"Bunny," you mumbled with a smirk and yawn as he carried you through the crowd. You expected him to put you down when you got to the hall, but he carried you all the way into the dorm before he gasped loudly and let you go.

You turned to see what his surprise was from and found all of the pieces to his baby yoda lego set strewn about. Seonghwa looked heartbroken and you hugged him to console him, even removing the tail in the process. This wasn't the time.

"I'm so sorry," you held him.

He was crying and had obviously been pretty attached to the little guy. "Who would do this to me?" he asked with tears on his cheeks.

You eyed the Polaroids on his dresser...and you'd recognize that dick anywhere.

"Mingi," you answered and handed them over.

Seonghwa's sadness turned to anger, and he snatched up the pictures and stormed out of the room. Meanwhile, you took off your shoes and began collecting the pieces for him. One part of being a dom was knowing when to push and bend someone and when to be soft. He needed you to be sweet to him right now. Besides, baby Yoda breaking into a million pieces meant the game was off for right now. He needed you.

"1,070...1,071...1,072," you counted out loud when you knew he'd overhear you.

Seonghwa scrambled and searched under the bed and in his shoes. "There's a piece missing," he panicked as he ravaged the place.

"No...I know where the final piece is," you soothed him, watching relief mark his features as he sat beside you and the bucket of Legos on the floor. "If you want it, you'll just have to break a few of your rules," you smirked.

"W...what do you mean?" he asked as you straddled him with an eager glint in your eyes. He palmed your ass when you did so, his cock growing hard at the smallest touch. The game was back on.

"Well...you just walked around in your shoes so you broke one rule for me. Didn't you bunny?" you teased him. He's been so worried he forgot to take them off. He kicked them now, though, sending them towards the door.

"What else?" he asked, seeming much more willing to go along now that he knew what was at stake.

You cupped his cheeks and moved your headband to his head, giving him a cute set of ears. "You'll be my bunny," you told him, rolling your hips up the length of his cock before he could reply.

"Fuck," he groaned, already caving so easily.

"Now...as I was asking earlier," you began as you kissed his neck and worked to undo his vest. "Do you want me to tie you up?"

"Mhm," he nodded into a needy kiss, one that had you doubting he was ever a rule follower who fucked his aids. He was too much of a natural at being a sub, and he was thoroughly enjoying this...you could feel it.

You tugged off his vest and jacket and ran your hands over his chest freely while you kissed. Seonghwa was growing needier and palmed your tits and ass and anywhere else he could touch.

"Why don't you get naked for me, bunny?" you asked in a low voice with kisses to his neck and ear. "Then I'll take care of you."

You stood to give him space to obey, and he wasted no time doing just that. Your adorable bunny boy even put on a little show for you, wiggling out of the pants with slow rolls of his hips from side to side. You leaned against the archway to the closest and laughed at him. He was definitely a professional sub.

"Where are your ties, bunny? The nightstand?" you asked, but when you opened it, there was nothing in it.

"I-I've never done this before," he confessed as he sat shamefully on the bed, his hands covering his cock and head facing the ground.

Maybe he wasn't as kinky of a sub as you thought...

"Do you want to?" you asked with a finger raising his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Or are you just doing it to get the Lego piece? Because you can earn that a lot of diff..."

"I want to," he interrupted. "Maybe you can use my belts or something..." he suggested before hurrying off in retrieval of them.

"Stop!" you called out.

Seonghwa froze in place, and you snatched the bunny tail off the dresser to pat his bum. "Go get the belts, bunny. Hop to it," you teased him and watched as he hurried to his room.

He dug through his dressers, bringing back nearly a dozen belts to use with a pleased look on his face.

"Good job," you kissed his cheek. "Now go lay down for me."

You untangled the mess of belts while Seonghwa got into position. He really was so eager, and watched impatiently as you took slow, tantalizing steps towards the bed.

"You've been turned on for hours, bunny," you groaned as you slid a cool buckle down the center of his chest all the way to his cock. Seonghwa shivered and even let out a whimper that became more high-pitched with the chilly metal touched his tip. "I haven't even tied you up yet and you're being so good. Maybe you don't need the belts," you cocked a brow to see his reaction to that.

Truthfully, you didn't like to bind newbies. It could be overwhelming. You preferred to let them hold something like their bed frame to practice being confined first.

"I can be good," he rasped as you ran the metal up and down his thigh.

"I know you can, bunny. I believe in you," you hummed before leaning in to kiss him.

Seonghwa moaned and slid his tongue between your lips, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth as if it were his own. He tangled his hands in your hair and became louder...such a needy bunny.

You pulled away and cupped his cheek, and he waited for what would happen next, not daring to make a first move. "I thought you said you could be good," you scolded him. "Why did I feel your hands."

Seonghwa's eyes went wide, and he held them back out again before apologizing. To punish him, you took a Lego piece out of the bucket and put it in your bra. "Now you have to earn two pieces."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," he repeated while squeezing the sheets tight.

"Let's try again. And this time...don't move," you instructed before reaching a hand into your panties, collecting some of your slick to use as lube. His lips were parted in desire that became desperation when you wrapped the same hand around his cock.

He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut as you rode your hand up his length. You slowly teased his slit with your thumb and smirked when his breaths became shaky.

"How's that feel, bunny?" you asked with a soft squeeze.

"So-so good," he stammered before pinching his lips shut as he fought to control himself.

You leaned in and sucked his nipples, surprising Seonghwa whose eyes snapped open to watch. You let your tongue circle it before flicking it back and forth between your lips. Each little nibble had him growing closer and closer.

"You're being so good, bunny," you praised as you picked up speed. He hadn't touched you at all. His hands were still fixed exactly where he said he'd keep them.

"M-more," he whined, dropping his head back down.

"You want me to fuck you? Have you been a good enough bunny to experience that today?" you taunted, knowing that there was no way you weren't riding him in the next thirty seconds.

"Y-yes. I've been so good," he cried, his cock twitching as he spoke. He was too close. You released him to remove the underwear and to let him calm down.

His chest rose and fell with every labored breath until he finally fluttered his eyes open and watched you expose yourself to him.

"So beautiful," he groaned.

You were a dripping mess at this point and had denied yourself far too long. "You have two pieces to earn back, bunny," you reminded him while hopping onto the bed again. "To earn the first, you need to keep your hands right where they are, understood?"

Seonghwa nodded, still staring at your entrance while the shiny fabric of the dress floated around it.

"And to earn the second," you began while aligning his cock with your cunt. "You mustn't cum until I give you permission. Got it?"

Seonghwa nodded again, still in a trance. You snapped in his face though and pinched his cheeks. He needed to be good...

"Words, bunny."

"Okay, okay," he cried in a panic. Your poor bunny didn't like being in trouble. He liked to be praised and called a good boy. It was very cute of him actually.

"No," squeezed him harsher. "Yes or no. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said hurriedly, a promise in his eyes.

"Good," you smirked and sat back, teasing his tip with your folds.

Seonghwa was already whining and fisting the sheets before you even sank onto him, and once you did, his whimpers came quickly, sounding more like a puppy than a bunny.

"Your dick feels so good, bunny," you moaned. He filled you so well that you decided right then you wanted to mold his cock with your cunt...to show every indentation of your walls so that he could feel you even when he wasn't in you.

"S-so g-good," he stuttered, his knuckles growing white from how hard he had to hold the sheets to follow your rules.

You set a pace as you watched him writhe, one that was neither fast nor slow but instead focused on how strong you could drop onto him. Seonghwa was gasping in seconds, lips parted in a plea.

"Don't even think about asking that," you warned him.

Seonghwa bit his lip which looked so fucking adorable with the headband on that you actually moaned his name.

His eyes grew wide and determined as if he realized that even without hands he could help you finish faster so that he could finish faster. "Am I a good bunny?" he asked in that same innocent tone you'd used on him earlier.

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing...though he didn't realize where it would lead. "The best bunny," you replied in a whine as you sank down again. "Being so good for me," you praised.

"So good," he nodded in agreement before a gasp fell from his lips as you pinched his nipples.

"And good bunnies won't cum until I say they can, right?" you taunted, watching his eyes roll back. He was so close.

"I'm a good bunny. I'm a good bunny," he repeated to himself like a mantra, so lost in subspace.

"Mhm," you hummed before kissing along his chest up to his jaw.

It was time...

You pressed your lips to his and scratched down his torso, savoring the shaky vibrations of his breaths until you reached your clit. You gasped into his kisses while you worked yourself, feeling the knot unravel with every second.

"Please...need to," he began but you cut him off with a moan, finally spilling onto him, your cunt throbbing around his cock.

"P-please," he cried, actual tears falling down his cheeks as you struggled to find the words from how euphoric you felt. He looked pained, though and you really tried.

"Cum for me, bunny," you finally permitted breathlessly.

Seonghwa's tightened abs released and he let go of what he'd been holding back, filling your cunt with his warm seed and your lips with his pretty moans.

"Touch me," you allowed, craving an embrace after all of that work. As if spellbound, Seonghwa broke the curse and hugged you to his chest before running his fingers through your hair while kissing you even more.

"I was good," he repeated again, still in a daze.

"Yes you were," you agreed and pulled the Lego two pieces out of your bra before tossing them into the bucket. "Such a good bunny."

6 months later

It was a big day for you and Seonghwa. It was exactly 6 months since you walked into the room that day and selected his name. 6 months since he stopped thinking for himself and letting you be in control.

A lot had changed.

"Hey Bunny," you hummed as you ran a featherlight finger down his bare spine.

Seonghwa had advanced in play so quickly. He was tied face-down on the bed and was doing everything not to try to fuck the mattress right now.

"Hi mistress," he replied in a raspy voice, laced with so much desperation after the hour he'd gone untouched. You loved leaving him to simmer in his need...it always made him so clingy and good for you.

"How's my sweet bunny doing?" you cooed with a slap to his ass so sharp that it left a handprint behind.

"N-need you," he stuttered with a whine.

"I can see that," you teased when his hips began to roll into the mattress. Seonghwa was probably hard for the entirety of the last hour. Anything could set him off. "And since you've been so good for me today, I'll even let you cum first."

You knew he needed it more than you right now. He had to be downstairs to head out to the concert in half an hour. Did he know that? No. You managed his life now. You decided when he fucked, when he ate, and even when he showered.

You sat on your knees between his spread-out legs and pushed his ass cheeks apart, smiling at the bunny tail he had inserted into his ass.

"Did you like this tail, bunny?" you asked. It was a new one...a bigger one.

"Mhm," he squirmed, trying to wiggle the tail for you. You couldn't help but smile at his attempt. He could barely move from how tight the binds were, but he did his best.

"I need to pull it out now, bunny," you warned him just before pulling on the cottontail. The plug was huge. Seonghwa groaned as it left him and whined when you fucked him with it, stretching him even more.

"Feels so good Mistress," he cried into the mattress. Poor Seonghwa was probably going to cum the second you got started on him.

"There we go," you muttered as you pulled it out and set it on the towel. Seonghwa's ass was gaping in front of you; it was so stretched and needy as if it couldn't fathom being there without tightening around something.

You picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto your gloved hand. "You look so good today Hwa," you praised as you slid 4 fingers into him. It would've been a tight fit with the old toy, but today he took them like a pro.

"More, Mistress," he begged as his hands gripped the sheets in front of him.

"You want my whole hand, bunny?" you asked as you gave him exactly that. You pumped your hand in and out of his ass, fingers long and stretched to reach that spot inside of him that made him so mailable.

Seonghwa's moans were uncontrollable and breathy. The more fucked out he was, the deeper they got.

"You going to cum for me, bunny?" you taunted. The sound of the glove removing and inserting itself was turning you on too. You wanted him to cum now, wanted time for him to go down on you too.

"Yes, yes," he sighed, and you watched his thighs clench as his pleasure built.

You spanked him again and fucked his ass faster, but not too rough. Hwa was still a little sensitive from being pegged yesterday.

"C-close," he cried out, so you slapped his ass again and watched as he came undone. His entire body always tensed when he finished, so you kept the gloved hand inside him, feeling his ass pulsate around your fingers. You curled them to rub his g-spot until he used the safe word. Seonghwa loved being overstimulated though and would sometimes let you play with him for several minutes afterward.

At the beginning of his orgasm, he always whimpered expletives and your name, and near the end, his breaths became high-pitched and shrill. While overstimulated he'd always bite down on something, today that was the little bundle of pillow beside his head.

"Good bunny," you cooed while continuing to make him shake until finally he croaked out, "Rabbit!" and you stopped.

You pulled your hand out immediately and removed the glove before soothingly running your hand up and down his back until his breathing returned to normal. Once it did, you undid his binds, freeing his limbs one by one.

Seonghwa never moved right away once he was allowed to. He'd lay there in his starfish position until you crawled beside him. Only then would he kiss you and love on you.

Today, he crawled over you a little quicker than normal. His lips attacked yours in quick pecks and his hands felt over your body that he'd been unable to grab for hours.

"So you liked the new toy?" you laughed at his response.

"Mhm," he hummed as he kissed down your body to remove your panties.

"I don't think we have time bunny," you sighed as you glanced at the clock. He had to be downstairs in 8 minutes.

"Let me try," he pleaded with crazed eyes. He'd already caught sight of your leaking cunt and felt unfulfilled unless he'd done his part.

You spread your legs with a smirk and nodded. "Go ahead bunny."

Eagerly, Seonghwa licked his lips and watched your expression as he inserted two fingers, curling upwards. He usually worked up to this point, but it was obvious he was skipping ahead to account for the lack of time.

"You might need to use the vibrator bunny," you suggested, but he shook his head and disagreed right away.

"I can do it, Mistress," he assured you before latching onto your clit and sucking it through his teeth.

It felt good...really good. Your hips bucked against his mouth as he began to flick your clit with his tongue while he sucked.

That first month you had trained Seonghwa in what you liked with endless rewards for good behavior. He executed your needs perfectly now, and you couldn't help but begin to sing his praises as you tried to empty your mind and focus on finishing.

His schedule kept creeping into your mind, though, and it wasn't until he added two more fingers did your brain went blank and feel the pleasure fully.

"Bunny!" you gasped. He never used so many so quickly...but it felt good.

"Can you take a whole hand?" he parroted your words from earlier as he pushed his thumb past your walls and tried to make a fist.

"Hwa," you writhed and squirmed in pleasure, seconds away from spilling. He used his fist to fuck you past his wrist to the beginning of his forearm, not being careful or gentle and simply seeking out your end as much as you were.

"2 minutes!" you heard from outside, but it only spurred Hwa on more. He fucked faster and rougher, letting the squelching sounds fill the room along with his effortful grunts.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore and you fisted his hair just as you came with hips arched off the bed in overwhelming and intense pleasure.

Hwa had learned from you and kept his hand inside with your cunt throbbing around him until you finally spoke the safe word. You would've let him overstimulate you longer but you didn't have the time.

You pulled him up for one quick kiss, feeling more exhausted than you had in a while. "I'll see you at the concert Bunny," you sighed happily. "Go get dressed and get downstairs."

He nodded but kissed you softly again before listening because even if you were a dom you had needs after sex that he wanted to satisfy. "Love you," he smiled boyishly when he pulled away.

when seonghwa was invited to this party tonight, he would have never have bet that he would end up like this, let alone with his best friend's sister. you two barely knew each other, only catching glimpses of the other when seonghwa was over to hang out with your brother. but one thing you noticed, every moment you saw seonghwa, he always looked too good to be real.

and when you caught sight of him downstairs in that low cut black crop top and silver body chains catching the strobe lights, you couldnt allow yourself to miss the opportunity. you had quickly shot the rest of your drink back before abandoning your red solo cup and approached him through the crowded living room.

and somehow between your mutual fumbled flirting (and slight intoxication) you managed to drag him upstairs to the nearest empty bedroom, pushing him down on the bed as you crawled between his legs. wandering hands exploring every surface they could reach while you made yourself at home nestled beneath his sharp jaw, tongue laving over his hot honey skin. the sounds that those actions withdrew from him only served to turn you on, spurring you on to hear more and more, pushing him to the limits of pleasure.

now the bass was booming downstairs but it was nothing but a muffled afterthought as you had seonghwa below you, panting hard as you grind over his stomach. your slit caught the glinting silver of his body chains as you moved your hips in their slow, smooth rhythm, a trail of slick marking his stomach down to his lower abdomen.

the sight of seonghwa was like witnessing art being created in real time, his head laying back against the pillow, cotton candy pink hair splayed around him and his bangs sticking to his forehead in sweaty clumps. his pretty glossy lips were caught between his teeth to keep his voice down and he was fighting to keep his eyes trained on you as you moved above him. his fingers were dug into your hips, not guiding you but simply holding on, for reassurance you were really his in this moment.

"y-y/n~" seonghwa whined, resisting with what little willpower he had left not to buck his hips, "please, stop teasing."

you smiled wickedly from above him, purposefully pressing down harder as you slid down his abdomen. you moan without restraint as the chains disappearing below his v-line into his pants caught your clit, pleasure shooting through your veins. you slide a bit lower than usual, your ass meeting his neglected erection still restrained in his pants, and the moan that falls from his lips is the most sinful music you've ever heard.

"pretty baby, can't take it?" you ask with faux sweetness, your movements unrelenting. seonghwa tried to focus on you, bless his heart, but his fucked out gaze was barely following yours.

"can't, y/n, really can't," he said desperately, pulling your hips down further to rest your bare cunt over his erection, uncaring for how your juices were ruining his pants. with how hard he was right now, he was sure his pants would've been ruined by his precum already with how he was surely leaking through his boxers.

you chuckled, entertaining his shortlived control. you both knew he wasn't leading in this situation but you won't punish him for this just yet. "you can't take this but you think you can handle being inside me?"

seonghwa seemed to struggle for an answer, his hips twitching with need below you. "well... i just... can't y/n, please no more. i need it." and you believed him, with how well he had been holding back, listening to you when you first told him not to explore, only hold, his shining round eyes dilated with lust, the way his nails were digging into the skin of your hips. you wouldn't be surprised to find little crescents there tomorrow morning.

"tell you what," you suggest playfully, pressing down on his bulge to taunt him as you speak, "you can be inside on the condition that i tell you when to cum."

seonghwa's entire face lit up as if you had just gifted him the moon and the stars. he nodded frantically, holding your hips down to maintain the pressure over his cock he'd been craving. "anything, i swear," he agreed breathlessly, his body shaking with anticipation of finally feeling your heat, "i'll do it."

you smirk, leaning down to ghost kisses down the unmarked column of his neck, his back arching up as your hands worked on pulling his pants down. you weren't even bothered to properly undo his belt, loosening it enough to allow you to free his desperate cock. you lift your hips up, staving off any contact in favour of teasing him even more.

"such a good toy, agreeing so quickly." your hand found the zipper of his crop top, pulling it down the rest of the way to the reveal the expanse of his chest to you. it was only fair you got to see as much of him as he did of you, the only difference was you got to touch, to savour it.

as the black fabric fell apart from his body, you subconsciously licked your lips, admiring his slim yet broad figure. your hands made their new home on his searing skin, sliding up his ribs before planting on his shoulders. you adjusted yourself, his fat tip intentionally catching your folds making him groan.

receiving the reaction you were looking for, you finally go down on him, sinking down on his cock smoothly until you were comfortably sitting on him. if someone didnt know any better, they couldve mistaken it for you sitting in his lap. your tight walls fluttered around his aching cock, making him bite his lip to resist moving inside you.

"please can i move? let me move," seonghwa pleaded, practically trembling from how he was holding back. you leaned forward, kissing the corner of his lips, your tone full of condescension as you shushed him.

"i said you could be inside, not move. just relax and take it." you experimentally rolled your hips, getting the feeling for him inside you and his cock twitched, a breathy "fuck" falling from his lips.

seonghwa was sensitive, that much you knew, but it still didn't prepare you for the purely pathetic moan that echoed as you start to bounce on him. its raw and needy and his hands tightened around your hips as he desperately held onto the remains of his conscious thought lest he started bucking into you against your command.

your teeth bite down momentarily on his earlobe before leaving just as quickly for you to place wet kisses along his sharp jaw. the delicious drag of your walls around seonghwa's thick cock further pushed any rationality from his mind, surrendering his body for your use. if anyone had seen the two of you downstairs, they would've assumed that you would be the one gasping for air and begging to cum, not the other way around.

"more, more," he whined, already sounding thoroughly wrecked. you lick over the most recent kiss you planted on him, making him shiver beneath you.

"relax, baby. you're getting impatient." you ducked back down to his neck and found purchase in the unmarked honey skin. you take him slow and deep, rolling your hips against his so he could feel every inch of himself against every inch of you. when you suck a hickey onto his neck, seonghwa throbbed, the sweetness of release a fog behind his eyes he couldn't quite dispel. it was something in your mean tone, coupled with the neverending teasing, you dangling his pleasure just above his head, out of reach, that turned him on so much.

you recognised the thick cloud of lust in his eyes as he attempted to stay still, to continue letting you use him as you desired. he wanted to be good for you, and by god was he trying his best to please you. and you believe begging and obedience should never be left unrewarded.

"i'll let you cum inside... you can fill me up, can't you, baby?" you say sweetly, the former sharpness melting away as you wantd to push seonghwa over the edge. if he was so pretty downstairs getting riled up by your teasing, and so gorgeous while you played with him now, surely he must look stunning, angelic even, if you were to made him cum. you wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world.

seonghwa's eyes fell closed as he could just almost taste the sensation he was chasing as you started bouncing on him faster. oh, what he wouldn't give to feel your walls milk him dry as he painted your insides white, his load dripping between your thighs. he wanted to see you full of him, the mixture of your cum and his stuffing you to the brim and no doubt would make your lower belly bulge. the fantasy was driving him insane as he was almost there, his newly awakened dream seconds from becoming reality, if only you would just let him.

this denial, this control you had over him, it thrilled seonghwa knowing you decided whether he could cum, or leave with the most painful boner he's ever had. if you so wished, maybe he'd truly discover the pain of blue balls and have the coldest shower of his life while jerking himself off.

even the thought of getting himself off after you denied him felt wrong, a betrayal even if you weren't present. if you hadn't let him cum, then what right did he have to go against your word even after the encounter was over?

"i-i can, i will! just please let me, i'll show you, i need to," seonghwa begged, teetering so close to the edge he couldn't restrain himself anymore from bucking into you. still, there was that one thread that held him together, one he craved to destroy so that he may lose himself in you completely. that one thread that only you could snap as you had him wrapped around your finger while you were wrapped around his dick.

your lips curled up into a smirk as you completely drank in his desperation, drunk on this feeling of being so consumed in one another and the pleasure you were sharing. your hands slide up from his shoulders and into his bubblegum pink locks, his soft hair and your fingers intertwined as you spoke against his lips, caught between his heavy breaths. the movements slow as you become almost gentle in how you swirl your hips and clench around him.

"go ahead, baby, i know you want it. cum inside me." as if an animal in heat, seonghwa's grip turns to iron as he bucks into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep. it has you seeing stars as you both let go together, basking in your combined pleasure as you press your chest to his, eliminating any and all other space between you.

your shared moans are exchanged in your interlocked lips, stuttered swears and groans of each other's name barely caught as you both cum, the thread inside seonghwa snapping finally with your permission. youre filled with his sticky warmth as you soak his cock, soiling not just his lap below you but the sheets of the bed as the last of the wet clapping of your bodies finally halts.

you pull back from seonghwa slightly, only enough to take in his pure blissful expression. surely no one has ever looked so devastatingly beautiful. you actively feel your own heart softening and you lean in and kiss his lips sweetly, the earlier intensity simmering, cooling.

"did so well for me, my perfect toy." your thumb ran down his v-line, collecting your fluids from his skin and smearing it on his lips. at the sensation, seonghwa's eyes open, heavy lidded and still shadowed with lust as his tongue cleans the mess on his mouth. the sweetness of you blooms on seonghwa's tongue, makes his mouth water for more. he's gotten a taste of you, a tease of everything he could have, and he isn't afraid to be greedy.

as his mind clears, he vaguely thinks he's never come so hard so fast before. you've shown him the tantalising euphoria of being under your control, he's already addicted and he cant stand to go without it now that he's hooked.