Dreamcatcher One Shots / Imagines

Sua ☆ Relief

Pairing: Sua x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Some Fluff

Word Count: 4,287

Summary: When a rough day at work leaves you in need of some TLC, Sua knows just what to do to make things better.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's some Sua smut :) Next up is Yoohyeon, so stay tuned!

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Friday, 11:37 PM - Y/N's Apartment, Seoul, SK

Your bleary eyes raised to meet Sua's warm ones the moment you arrived at the door to your apartment. She didn't even give you the chance to put your key in the lock before she had it opened and was welcoming you in, the ghost of a frown on her lips, pitying you.

She greeted you softly, so as to not worsen the pounding headache that you'd mentioned over the phone.

In one smooth motion, your bag was surrendered to her waiting hands, and you were melting into her strong frame as she drew you in close.

"Come here, my love," she sighed, happy to finally have you back in her arms.

She shut the door and locked it before setting your bag on the entry table, never once pulling away. You slipped your shoes off and blindly nudged them in the direction of the door, resolving to tidy them up later. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, reveling in the comforting smell of her perfume as it greeted your chilly nose.

The sensation brought goosebumps to her skin and reminded her of the surprise she had waiting in the other room.

She rubbed your back gingerly, asking, "How does a bath sound? I have everything ready; we just have to put the water in."

You nodded softly, your pouty lips brushing her pulsepoint in the process.

"That's my girl," she smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning around to lead you to the bathroom. One of her arms remained wrapped around you, helping you amble your way there.

The soft scent of roses was the first to greet you upon arrival, and you blinked your eyes open as she turned to shut the door behind the two of you.

Around the room, candles were placed in various spots, flickering gently and providing enough light that she didn't need to turn on the overhead one. Some were on the floor, while others sat on the end of the tub or along the sink.

In addition, rose petals were scattered across the tile. Vibrant, rich hues of red caught both the shadows and golden light of the room, looking like something out of a movie.

A plethora of essential oils was placed near the tub, waiting and ready for you to choose from as you pleased.

"I know today was rough, so I wanted to try and make it a little better," she explained from just behind you, peering around at the room as if she hadn't spent the last hour making sure everything was perfect.

She could almost give you the precise coordinates of each individual petal, if you asked. That's how serious she took it.

Your sock-clad feet wiggled, reveling in the softness of the swath of petals beneath you. Sometimes the depth of her love was too much for you to wrap your head around; the notion that she took so much time and effort out of her own day to make yours even a fraction better meant the world to you and then some.