Seonghwa x Reader
Mentioned of masturbate|Seonghwa wants reader so badly|No plot
He can no longer bear the obsession and infatuation with you. Right now, he just wants to have you, wants you to be his one and only.
The black dress contrasts with your fair skin, complemented by rose-like red lips, making you look like a perfect doll. Anyone would fall under your spell, including the man sitting across from you. Despite appearing calm and composed on the surface, a burning desire rages within him.
Your every smile and frown leaves a deep mark in his mind, unforgettable and indelible. To maintain his composure, he averts his gaze and crosses his legs, sighing softly as if trying to conceal something, with a hint of embarrassment.
You pretend not to notice, but your playful nature has awakened. You intentionally flick your hair with your delicate fingertips, exposing a subtle hint of cleavage. This seemingly innocent gesture accelerates his heartbeat.
As your hands lightly pass over your shoulder, his gaze follows your every move, eventually reaching your chest. He quickly turns his head away, constantly reminding himself to stay calm, but his thoughts become more chaotic.
He becomes increasingly aroused, his palms sweating, and his fingertips turning pale from gripping his glass tightly. He takes a sip of red wine, attempting to extinguish the desire burning within, but it is futile.
Since your arrival, he has been unable to suppress his primal instincts. He wants, he craves...to possess you madly.
The words of others have become inaudible to him, with only you in his sight and only your voice in his ears. Restlessness creeps into his mind as he fantasizes about unleashing his wild side and hearing your shy moans.
He knows these thoughts are improper, even immoral, but his long-hidden admiration can no longer be concealed.
"Long time no see" your words instantly bring him back to reality.
When you sees his reaction, you can't help but smile. You know how much he desires you.
He nods, raising his glass, "Yah."
He forces a smile, desperately trying to conceal his nervousness. The curious onlookers, sensing your familiarity, leave the table.
You lean forward, closer to the edge of the table, resting your head in your hands, smiling as you say, "Cheers." He swallows hard, finishing the wine in his glass, and quickly turns away.
"I...need to go to the restroom, excuse me" he says, and leaves the table.
He rushes into the restroom, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on his face, attempting once again to detach himself from desire. But no matter how hard he tries, his physical response remains unchanged.
Unable to resist any longer, he locks himself in a stall. With one hand holding his phone, he opens your photo and with the other hand, he frees himself from his trousers.
As he strokes his own manhood, his mind fills with erotic fantasies. He lifts his head, trying to inhale more oxygen, while the perspiration on his forehead turns into tiny droplets that slide down his face and neck.
He fantasizes about penetrating you, feeling your warmth and wetness. It drives him insane. After a while, his overwhelming desires are momentarily quelled.
Afterwards, looking at the crumpled balls of tissue in the trash can, he sighs. He washes his face again and leaves the restroom. But what he sees in front of him once again prevents him from remaining calm.
You are standing outside the men's restroom, your head against the wall, your voluptuous figure perfectly showcased in the tight dress. Your fair and slender legs have a seductive charm that arouses him.
"Are you done yet? I thought you..." you say as you approach and teasing. Your gaze intentionally drifts downwards, meeting his nervous eyes.
With one hand on his chest, the other supporting yourself against the wall, your face comes close enough for your breaths to intertwine.
You softly say, "Are you afraid to have me?" Your innocent eyes full of playfulness, your chests pressed tightly together, feeling each other's breath.
His body burns with desire, and his physical response intensifies. Unable to withstand it anymore, he decides to release everything once again.
His left hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him, while his right hand cradles your face, leaning in to kiss your lips.
He uses his tongue to pry open your lips, teasing your tongue, creating an intimate sound. The suddenness of his action startles you, but you quickly become captivated by the passionate embrace.
His hands begin to wander over your back, buttocks, thighs, and even reach your most sensitive area.
You loosen your grip on his lips, whispering in his ear, "Right here?" He understands your intention and lifts you up, carrying you directly to an unoccupied room.