Summary: You never expected an art show to bring such mystery to your night
Word count: 1,095
A/N: I wrote this in the car, so it’s nothing special. Just something I wanted to get down~
When
your childhood friend said she wanted to make it big as an artist at only
fourteen, you were the one person that stood beside her and supported her
through the entire process. Whether it was lending her the money she needed for
supplies or simply just offering her an encouraging word every now and then,
she was always so grateful that you stuck with her all those years. That’s why
you weren’t at all surprised when she chose to invite you to the grand art show
where her favorite piece was being displayed for the first time.
You
weren’t exactly sure what to expect. All you knew was that it would be “quite
formal,” a description that proved very accurate. The venue was filled with
artists and art lovers dressed head to toe in beautiful clothing. Everyone
looked like royalty to you, and though fancier events weren’t really something
you were used to, you were admittedly pretty excited to bust out a new dress of
your own. A gentle blue with just the right amount of sparkles to make you
stand out to all the wandering eyes in the room.
You’d
lost your friend somewhere near the front door where she broke away to mingle
with a group of similar minded people. You took the chance to explore the
event, making your way to the main gallery. The art that covered the walls was
just as gorgeous as the people who filled the room. This was definitely a place
of sophistication, yet you didn’t really feel out of place. You met the eyes of
strangers as you slipped through the crowds, each of them offering you a kind
smile and a few head nods. You smiled back, though a bit more shyly than you’d
have liked. It seemed like the best idea to avoid conversation, that way no one
would know that your art knowledge was in fact extremely limited.
You
broke out of a cluster of people observing some rather interesting pieces and
brought yourself to a stop not far from the bar. You scanned the room, hoping
to find your friend. Instead you met the dark, brooding eyes of another
stranger. The man was sat with a drink in hand, and unlike the others in the
room his face remained without a smile. The sight of his serious expression
shook your core for a second, and though he wasn’t as outwardly welcoming as
everyone else, you found yourself drawn to him. For some odd reason you
couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with him. It wasn’t like you to
stare back at strange men, but you felt an unexpected sense of peace from him.
Before you could decide
what to do with yourself, the man turned his head away from you and brought his
drink to his lips. You took a deep breath, shaking off the frozen sensation
from your body. You were surprised when you found yourself walking up to the
bar, slowing down when you reached the empty seat beside him.
“You look beautiful,” the
man said before turning his head. When he eventually looked to you, he motioned
his hand towards the seat. You took his offer without hesitation.
“Thank you,” you managed
in a quiet voice. “You look nice, too.” For the first time you actually noticed
what he was wearing. The suit was likely valued much higher than your entire
house, and he wore it perfectly. Your eyes scanned down his body, allowing you
to take in his impressive form. You were certain that he must tower over you
when standing, and that fact alone caused your heart to beat a bit faster.
“Do you have a piece
here?” He asked, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Me? No,” you laughed.
“I’m the least artistic person I know.” The man smiled at your remark, lighting
up his previously silent expression. “How about you?”
“No,” he responded with a
small shake of his head. “My stuff is more…personal.”
You let a smile of your
own form on your lips. You adored how mysterious this man was. Yet as much
mystery as he exuded, he somehow seemed so familiar to you. So comfortable. You
knew he was someone you could easily spend hours with. Everything about him
captivated you.
“That’s a shame,” you
answered after a moment. “Something tells me your work would make this place
shine.”
The man chuckled to
himself. “Maybe. No more than you, though.” His words brought a quick rush of
blood into your cheeks, so you dipped your head down to shield it from him.
“Well, I don’t know about
that.”
“I do,” he countered,
taking another sip of his drink which you now identified as a deep red wine.
You searched your brain for any kind of coherent response, but before you
discovered one a familiar laugh from across the room caught your attention. You
lifted your eyes to find your friend standing near her display. She waved you
over as soon as her eyes met you.
“That’s my cue,” you said
with a hint of disappointment. “It was nice meeting you.”
The man nodded with that
same disappointment. He stood just as you did, offering you his hand in
farewell. You accepted the handshake, his firm grip tempting you to stay next
to him for the remainder of the evening. “If you ever find yourself wanting to
learn more about art, don’t be afraid to come back here.”
“Do you go to all the
events?”
The man laughed, his
cheeks filling with light. You were sure you’d never seen anything more
beautiful. “No, no. I work here.”
“Right,” you answered,
looking to the floor to hide the embarrassment you were feeling.
“Just ask for Seunghyun.
Maybe I can show you some of my pieces sometime.”
You lifted your head to
meet his eyes once more, your chest swirling with emotion. It was then that you
realized your hands were still connected. You pulled away shyly, your fingers moving
to your dress to fidget anxiously. Your feet lingered for a moment, not wanting
to part with him. “Okay, perhaps I will.”
“Enjoy the evening,” he
said as you moved back towards the crowd.
“You too, Seunghyun.”
When you finally ripped your eyes off of him, it felt as though every fiber of
your being was begging you to turn around. All of your energy went into walking
the opposite way, and the only thing that made your task the slightest bit
easier was the knowledge that you’d see him again some day soon.
Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x reader Word count: 1.8k Warnings: daddy kink, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, begging A/N: I have no excuse for this other than the fact that Seunghyun is hot and I’m such a sinner rip (also titles are hard skdwfdknfwe I’m so uncreative)
“Such a silly little girl, thinking you can tease me like that.”
You feel your pulse hammer through your veins, a curious mix of excitement and fear keeping you rooted to the spot. He’s glaring, and instead of cowering, you have to keep yourself from smiling in anticipation. Did you have to walk around the house in the skimpiest underwear you owned? No. Did it give you a sense of smugness knowing it made his temper and arousal flare? Hell yes.
Seunghyun’s eyes rake over you, taking in the sheer fabric of the panties barely concealing the most intimate parts of your body. There is only one word to describe his expression and it is possessive. Not that it bothers you, you had been hoping for this reaction. He must know it too, though that doesn’t stop him from giving into what you want. After all, he is your daddy.
Before you can think of a reply, he stands up from his chair and grabs you by the hair. He doesn’t check to see if you’re following before striding to the bedroom, he simply starts moving and you have to walk fast in order to keep his hold from truly hurting you. The gravity of the situation is only now starting to sink in.
He lets you go only when he has the back of your legs against the edge of the bed.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“I-”
There is no chance to finish your sentence. Seunghyun’s strong hands have you on the sheets and at his mercy within seconds. Instinct has you squirming, though it doesn’t do you much good against his muscular frame. You are, for all intents and purposes, trapped.
“Go ahead, try resisting, give me a reason to spank you raw” he breathes, trailing his nose down your neck. “Do you think I don’t own every inch of your body? I can do whatever I want, sweetheart.”
A whimper builds in your throat and comes to life when he sinks his teeth into sensitive skin. His mood is difficult to gauge, he dances a line of playful and angry, a combination which should have you running for the hills but instead has you eager for him to use your body. You are one action away from succumbing to his every whim. The problem is, he knows it. The bratty act is all it is, an act. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you would smile and thank him.
But that’s the way you both love it.
Seunghyun drags you down the bed, pressing you flush against his length. A roll of his hips steals your breath. Then you say it, the word that will admit he has all the power. “Daddy!”
He stiffens, then growls a rough, “Fuck,” before tugging the rest of your clothes off and onto the floor. Large hands grip your waist, pressing until you feel the beginning of bruises form. As much as it hurts, you want to feel everything he has to offer at once. Teeth, tongue, hands, cock. You crave everything that can produce even the smallest whimper from you because they’re all him.
Always the tease, he pins your arms above your head so you can’t touch him while he rubs the tip of his cock against you. A series of moans crescendos in your throat, making him smirk.
“If you want daddy, you’re going to have to do better than that, princess.”
You bite back a curse. He couldn’t make this easy for you for once? Any ounce of pride you have, however, dissolves when he reminds you how impressive he is with a harder grind of his hips. The longer you wait, the worse things will get, so stalling won’t help you one bit.
“Daddy,” you beg, “please, I need you in me, I wanna feel you stretch me and hold me down so I can’t do anything but moan. I’ll do anything, I’ll suck you, I’ll be your good girl, just please use me.”
The gleam in his eyes is pure sin and has you itching to press your thighs together to ease the tension growing there. This, of course, doesn’t escape his notice. Your pleas seem to have fallen on sympathetic ears because he shifts so that one hand is between your legs and the other collects your hands in a steel grip.
He has no issue keeping your wrists in pinned above your head as he eases a finger into you. Even with how wet you are, his finger is thick enough to encounter some resistance and you simultaneously want to sigh in relief and sob in desperation.
You open your eyes just enough to see the expression on his face. A crease between his eyebrows appears as he concentrates on how you respond to his touches. Not a single breath or twitch escapes his notice and each detail seems to go straight to his cock. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his chest and down to where he’s fully hard. It takes every ounce of self-control not to whine for him to fuck you into a puddle of tears and cum lest he start teasing you for being so needy.
The addition of a second finger has your hips pressing forward, ready to take whatever he decides to give you. They crook and twist and rub you steadily towards orgasm.
“Are you going to cum for daddy?” he questions, though his tone leaves no room for argument. “Make a mess all over my hand, go ahead, baby girl.” His thumb presses against your clit for some much needed friction, finding a quick, intense pace that soon has you wailing to completion. When your lips part in a silent moan, he dips his head down to capture you into a searing kiss.
When he pulls back to let you breathe, you slump into the mattress, no longer able to draw the strength to resist him -not that you wanted to at this point. Though his fingers don’t relinquish your hands, Seunghyun removes his fingers from between your legs. The loss causes you to pout, but you know that he is far from done with you.
He brings his fingers up to your face, making sure you look when he pulls them apart. You gasp then whine when a fine string of cum connects the two digits. Seunghyun pops them into his mouth and sucks on them so deeply, you would think he’s sampling the most divine wine in the world. It shouldn’t be possible for you to get more turned on in that moment, but he has a habit of pushing your limits beyond what you believe you can endure.
“Thank you, daddy,” you murmur, ever diligent to his expectations of you. He responds with another kiss, consuming and causing the sparks in the pit of your stomach to return. Despite not commanding it of you, you find yourself wrapping your legs around his waist, tilting your hips in an inviting way.
His free hand travels down your side before resting on your hip in a possessive hold. You adore the way his thumb presses into the soft skin, knowing that more likely than not there will be a bruise.
Seunghyun growls, deep and long in your ear, as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. “How are you still so tight?” he pants, his jaw clenching with the effort to control himself. You wonder the same thing, though you don’t have long to do so before he slowly inches his cock into you. He wants this to last, after all, to wring out every bit of pleasure he can from your welcoming body.
No matter how many times he gets you off with his mouth, fingers, or thighs, nothing ever compares to the full feeling his cock gives you. Your body begins to shift and arch in a wordless request which he complies to, thrusting his hips heavily.
A squeal makes it past your swollen lips despite biting down on them. He seems to be trying to hold back sounds of his own, though he has a much easier time doing so since he has the option to suck and nip at your neck. You throw your head back, giving him better access to the skin he tortures.
He finds a steady pace, his cock seeming to drive deeper into you with each roll of his hips. Part of you wishes he would free your hands so you could score your nails down his back while he fucks you into the mattress, but the rest of you is more than content letting him keep you helpless to the ruthless slam of his body against yours.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you cry in time with his thrusts. Seunghyun groans into your neck, twitching inside you without slowing down a bit.
“You take daddy’s cock so well,” he coos. “My perfect little girl, so wet and willing to please. Do you want to cum, baby girl?”
Words fail you, so all you can produce is a pathetic mewl and hope that he doesn’t expect a more descriptive answer. Thankfully, he enjoys the fact he has you so needy you can’t talk more than he enjoys making you
“Cum,” Seunghyun demands, his hips moving in such a perfect, precise manner that you obey without hesitation. His breathing turns ragged as you tighten around him rhythmically, unable to control the noises spilling from your lips. He quickens his pace, seeking his own release, and cums with a low groan.
Satisfaction seeps throughout your body and soothes the ache between your legs, allowing you to relax for the first time since he started touching you. After a couple of minutes, he realizes he still has quite a grip on your hip and wrists, removing his hands to give you more tender touches.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he rumbles, pressing light kisses where his mouth had previously been attacking. You stretch a bit, checking for any soreness, and upon finding none, shake your head. He smiles, indulgent and affectionate, before taking you into his arms and pressing you against his chest. Though the both of you had a sheen of sweat coating you, you never minded the heat of his body.
As comfortable as you are, eventually the tackiness of your skin gets to you. “Daddy, can we go shower?” you mumble, unable to help pouting at the thought of getting up. He has no problem helping you to the bathroom, even if he has a slight ulterior motive to get you there. After all, how could he resist the opportunity to touch his baby girl even more?
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