Who: Lee Seonghwa x Reader
After learning of his own mistress' betrayal, Mintaek's emotions had changed. I partly felt bad for him because I could tell he truly loved her; however, it made me cautious of bringing Seonghwa around the penthouse as often. The press had noticed that Hyun Jung was missing and police were conducting investigations on her disappearance. Meanwhile, I had to spend time cleaning up the mess she made. Whether it was because Hyun Jung had betrayed his love or the fact that he could no longer believe the child she was carrying was his, I don't know the exact reason why, but he decided to get rid of her himself.
It might've been the first time I ever truly treated him like my husband. I offered to comfort him, I was only able to give him a small hug from behind but after a while he left in silence. The yacht was taken out far enough into the water and her body was dropped so that no one could find her. The fish would enjoy eating her flesh. I kept Seonghwa away for his own safety. Me and Mintaek had to work on protecting his company, everything that woman had compromised needed to be fixed. Mintaek's demeanor had changed though, he became ruthless and the way he ruled began to match my own. If we worked well together before, we were unstoppable now.
This all happened months ago and the space between me and Seonghwa had become so great I was sure he was concerned that I had stopped loving him. That wasn't the case, I loved him too much in fact. Seonghwa could be my greatest weakness and that was something my husband could exploit. I know what you're thinking, if we're such a power couple why would I think he'd go after Seonghwa? Simple, he thinks like me now. I'm no fool, I know Mintaek is already trying to devise a plan of action to get rid of Seonghwa should he betray me like Hyun Jung did him. Mintaek doesn't want him close to me any more. He barely trusts anyone any more. We're a power couple but only in the terms of ultimate power. We can work together, take the proper plan of actions together, we're a unit in business now more than we've ever been but our trust... it's slim. Our trust of outsiders, our trust of the other's lovers, there's such a lack of it that it's dangerous.
Mintaek was out for business, giving me the penthouse to myself. I called Seonghwa over and he seemed liked an excited puppy when he heard we could be together. Still, our meetings had to be very careful not just for the sake of Mintaek but the police investigating Hyun Jung's disappearance. I stood out on the balcony feeling the warm night breeze brush against my skin. I was still in my work clothes, a pantsuit with a cream blouse. My hair was down at my shoulders, I recently had it cut and got sandy brown highlights. There was a knock at the door and I walked over to let Seonghwa in. I hadn't intended to show how much I had missed him but when I saw his face at my door I couldn't hold back.
I fell into his embrace without hesitation, our lips met with furious hunger as we kissed deeper than any other kiss we ever shared. All of my longing for this prince of mine was delivered through this kiss so much so there would be no hiding it from him later on. His arms wrapped around me so he could pull me in closer to his body, so close our souls could've molded into one. He lifted me up and walked me deeper into the penthouse, kicking the door shut behind him. Our lips locked again in a deep make out session where we forgot about the importance of air. We were molded together, melting into each other. The anticipation of being ravished by him only intensified the desire within me. His embrace was so warm and familiar; the yearning deep in my core began to over power me. Tingling pleasure shot down to my womanhood but it was not this sensation alone that held power. It was the swelling in my heart, there was a desperation inside my chest that wanted him to never let me go. I had known I loved Seonghwa but I had no idea just how deep this love went.
"If this really is a dream, I will kill the man that tries to wake me." I whispered to him.
I didn't allow him to respond, instead I crashed my lips into his again. We dove into the pool of temptation from the feverish kiss, he sat down with me straddling his lap, my hips doing a slow grind against his clothed organ while his hands explored the skin beneath my blouse. His touch was hot, it sparked a flame in me, egnited a fire of passion in my sex that I couldn't quite ignore. He ran his fingers through my hair and a rapture sensations overcame me. I shivered at his touch. My hands quickly made their way down to the hem of his shirt and I pulled it up over his head. He freed his arms first but when I saw how the shirt covered his eyes I decided to take advantage.
"Stay just like that." I told him.
His voice was faint, almost breathless yet it was sweetly aroused. I moved a little to get a better view of his chest and then I dipped my head down, and sucked at his nipple, teasing the bud with my teeth. His soft moans perked up my own nipples. I licked a line down to his belly button and heard him suck in a sharp breath, startled by the sudden sensation greeting him there. I looked up to see his lips parted, releasing soft pants while the tip of my tongue drew wet circles around his belly button. He looked so helpless just by the way his mouth hung open. While my tongue teased his torso, my hands slithered up his body to his chest. I twisted his nipples and his back rose slightly off the couch. I giggled and stood before him and undid my pants. I knew that he'd want to take my panties off himself. I'd save that for him. I stripped off my blouse and tossed it onto the table behind me.
I yanked on his pants and he helped me out by moving so that I could pull them down by his thighs. I could see his erection stand up to greet me, a small droplet of moisture at the tip pooled up like it was teasing me that there was more to come. I straddled his lap and brought his hand to my sex, without needing a command his fingers searched for my entrance and started to push into me. I let my hips grind on his slender digits, feeling them prod deep into my most intimate spots. I dipped my head down to kiss his lips and his other hand found my hip, his thumb pressed into the bone ever so slightly. He held onto me while he became restless below. There was an unsteadiness to his breathing, it was clear he wanted more, craved it beyond anything else he could handle.
My fingers traced the sides of his neck, I sucked on his bottom lip gently only to hear him release a moan. I chuckled at his surrender, it was thrilling for me to know he was mine and mine alone. I finally moved his hand from my core and aligned him with myself. He licked his fingers clean in front of my face and somehow that action was two times more erotic with him blindfolded. With my panties pushed to the side, I slid down on him and pulled the shirt off of him completely. He blinked for a moment so his eyes could adjust and when he saw me his other hand snatched me. He moved his hips up into me as if to tell me he couldn't wait any longer. I rocked my hips on him harder, cupping his face gently with my hands. We kissed, the whole world felt as if we were moving in slow motion. Seonghwa pulled me in tighter to him; we moved together in one motion like waves continously crashing into the shore.
Seonghwa reached for my hands and laced his fingers with my own. His hands were soft, so gentle. His organ was engorged and throbbing inside me probing deeper each time I sank down and he thrusted upwards. We hadn't even made it to the bedroom, I wasn't sure I wanted to part from him long enough to make it there.
"Y/N." He moaned through a broken kiss.
I lowered to kiss his neck, my tongue drawing circles below his ear. He moaned softly, I nibbled the bottom of his ear and felt him twitch inside me. His hands gipped onto my thighs as he let out a deep groan.
"You're killing me." He moaned.
"Torture is often hard to handle."
He grabbed my ass and yanked me forward with all of his strength.
"I'll tell you what you want to know." He whispered against mt lips.
I chuckled; he really went along with anything I did. A man in his own right, that followed his own rules and here he was submitting to me always. I kissed him hard with my tongue forcing past his lips once again and my hand sliding through his hair. I gripped onto the bit of hair and pulled his head back, I looked him straight in the eyes and I saw everything in him. His soul was so open to me it almost made me weak. I could indulge in Seonghwa as much as possible simply because he opened himself up to me. Something scared me about his devotion to me. I let him go and stood up.
He sounded sad and unsure. It was as if he were worried he'd done something to make me upset. How long had I let this go on? How much did this man give me and I was unable to give him anything else back? I turned from him biting my own lip, Seonghwa was such a simple sweet soul filled with so much potential but because of me, because of his devotion to me, he would never have a true love life. We would always be hidden in the shadows and even I wondered how long would it be before he was sick of living like this.
I could hear him get up from the couch and he placed a hand on my shoulder ever so gently. His touch was careful but it was comforting. I found myself leaning my body back into him,
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"You said you'd tell me anything I wanted to know," I turned to look at him, "will you tell me when you want to end this? Before you fall in love with someone else?"
"There's no one else I could love other than you."
"Never." He declared.
He stated it as if it were a fact etched in stone, like no man nor God himself could break his convictions. I sighed,
"Seonghwa- I'm pregnant and I'm sure you already know by who." I said.
"I know you've been trying. You said it was just a business deal though right. Why would that change my love for you?"
"You're telling me that you'll stay by my side, watch as me and Mintaek raise a child, flaunt our growing family in the media. Your love for me means sacrificing being able to marry me, sacrificing a child with me or anyone else for that matter. Why? Our love, our affair only takes from you."
He approached me and brushed a little bit of hair behind my ear. His hand caressed my cheek sweetly and he said,
"You have sacrificed your own happiness for the sake of your business marriage. If I were to leave, I have no doubt your heart would harden and you would become very much like your own father, something I know you don't want to be. I've been with you all this time, I can't imagine my life without you."
"Such a faithful dog."
"You are my empress, my world. Being with you is all I need, I can be satisfied with that alone."
He kissed my cheek then peppered his kisses down until he was at the base of my neck.
"My prince." I whispered.
Love hurt so much, I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to feel it and yet here I am drowning in it. His tongue glided along my skin, his hands wrapped around my body to unsnap my bra, he drew the straps down my arms slowly. He kissed down until he had captured my nipple and the feeling of his tongue playing with the bud shot straight to my sex. I felt my heat pulse, yearning to be entered by him again. I wanted to melt around him. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down just as slowly. He took my hand and led me to the couch and sat me down. He pushed my legs open and, while staring into my eyes, he slid two fingers in me and started to lick at my folds.
I could feel the digits hook up and then a third joined the others. They massaged my walls, each stroke just testing my womanhood's ability to stretch. His tongue was even more agonizing. He licked my clit with the tip of his wet muscle, it flicked back and forth pushing past my folds as if they were insignificant barriers. My hips rolled, they had a mind of their own, they were driven by their own desires. My moans were audiable, uncontrolled but soft and vulnerable.
"You love me don't you?" He asked between his licks.
I moaned my response, he was touching the right spots, licking the most sensitive part of my clit. Pleasure blossomed throughout my sex and vibrated in my thighs. I felt weak, like I couldn't breathe. My eyes rolled back to enjoy the warmth of his licks, more and more tension built up in my body making me restless. I kept moving wanting more of him, whining helplessly at the strokes of his tongue.
"Then don't ask me to leave your side. Let me stay by you." He said.
I pet his head as he continued to lick me. It felt as if my heart was ready to jump right out of my chest. I pushed his face into me, my toes curled up and I tried desperately not to cum, all the while I was being over thrown by my own pleasures.
"Fuck me." I moaned.
He pulled away from my sex and crashed his lips into me like a ravenous beast. His tongue attacked mine without mercy and his fingers left me. I couldn't taste the sweetness of my juices on his lips.
"A pleasure." He said.
He yanked me down a little and spread my legs open wide. He found my core again and collided into me. He moved with a purpose, his hips pounding away in a fury; he held onto my legs tight, pecking my calves as he pumped himself into me. He was taking me over and I wanted him to. I wanted him to make me forget everything of this life. I wanted to astral project with him out of our bodies while we made love, becoming one in the sky and roam the world in this connection. I wanted to abandon all sound reason, all ambition to be the head of my companies, to become better than my father. I wanted to lose myself under Seonghwa, I wanted to forget the person I was and shed the personality like it was a second skin.
"Free me." I moaned.
Whether he heard me or not I didn't know. I almost believed he had lost himself in the heightend degrees of passion. He was moving hard, the couch rocked, I thought for a moment it popped off the floor. He gripped on to the back of the couch hard, his groans were animalistic. He gave me a feverish kiss as if to envelope my body in the overwhelming ecstasy. I clawed at as his back as his grinding continued. Surrender was so sweet, being in his arms was so ethereal. My loyal dog. My sweet Prince. My only love, fuck, I wanted him to ravish me. He pulled out of me only to pull me up then push me over the edge of the couch and slammed into me from behind. I moaned loud and the sound of pain mixed with the pleasure. It hurt when he went deep into me, I had tightened up but as I relaxed I felt my heart leap. The front door was turning and opened. I had the perfect view of it. Seonghwa was not ready to stop.
Mintaek stepped in to see us in the middle of our furious connection. I couldn't believe it but that only made the ordeal hotter. Mintaek stared at us with wide eyes and the shock must've sank in deeper as he realised that Seonghwa wasn't going to stop. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around me and his hands grabbed onto my breast. I could feel his breath on my ear and a helpless moan left me.
"Show him I'm better for you, let him know." He whispered.
His voice was dangerous but it was so hot, I had no idea that he held such carnal passion inside of him. My eyes locked onto Mintaek who looked annoyed by our display. I had no idea how hot it was to be watched by such a cold gaze. I could only imagine the glare Seonghwa was giving him. Seonghwa's hand came to my neck, a soft caress but it was as if he was trying to make sure that I looked at Mintaek. My hand came to Seonghwa's cheek and our cheeks pressed together. I could feel the claminess of his skin and my eyes stayed on Mintaek as I told Seonghwa,
"I love you." In a quivering moan.
He kissed my cheek as he moved in me, he kissed my ear and licked down to my shoulder. He nibbled lightly on my shoulder while my fingernails dug into the couch. His grip became tighter and my moans got louder and more shameless. I felt him turn me around and lean me up against the chair. He was really going to show Mintaek exactly who I loved. That we belonged to each other no matter what. He kissed me again, a possessive kiss like he was trying to dissolve my worries by showing me he'd never leave me.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." I whispered to him.
I dug my nails into his arms, the coil in my stomach tightened. Mintaek would watch as my prince delivered me as into ecstasy.
"Come for me Y/N." He whispered back against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he drove into my faster, he ignited my core until it exploded and the rush of sweet euphoria furiously bloomed throughout my body. I cried out my passions and clung to him as he continued to writhe against me. Another bloom of heat spread through me and I realized this heat had come from his twitching organ inside of me. Seonghwa had come inside me for the first time in front of Mintaek and there was some twisted side of me that found that action amazing. It was like a beautiful fuck you to Mintaek. We kissed, I could taste the salt from his sweat through the kiss. He pulled back and looked in my eyes.
"I'll never leave you." He said.
His declaration was low and only for our ears despite present company. We pulled apart so I could get dressed and Seonghwa collected his shirt.
"Are you two done with your frivolous display?" Mintaek said.
"You say that but you're the one that stayed to watch the show." I grinned.
Seonghwa kissed me one last time before he left but he gave Mintaek sort of a look as if to tell him he was sticking around. The tension between them needed to be cut with a butcher knife. Once Seonghwa left Mintaek looked at me,
"You're carrying my child, he knows this right?"
I smiled triumphantly,
"He doesn't care."
Mintaek nearly spat,
"Loyal dog." He said under his breath.
"I'm making something very clear to you right now husband," I walked over to him dawned in only my underwear, "where ever we go, Seonghwa will always follow and no one, not even you, will try and hurt him or I will rain hell fire down on this entire city."
"All because of love?"
"You stopped believing in love because of what Hyun Jung did to you and I don't blame you, but don't look down on us mortals that choose to love. Seonghwa was never after my money; Hyun Jung was after yours and I could see that from the start. Don't be upset with me because you refused to listen."
"Which is why you never liked her."
I nodded. Mintaek stared at me and then decided to touch my stomach. He stared at his hand and said,
"Just make sure your dog knows his place. This child of ours is our furture."
Mintaek walked away to go upstairs and as he did I thought to myself, what an unfortunate child to be born in the middle of an open affair. Even though I could flaunt pyr love in front of Mintaek's face, there would always be that lingering concern: just when will our affair break Seonghwa's convictions and he decides to leave me.....
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