My Ugly [SeongJoong]

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Hongjoong 

I could obviously see that stress was eating at Seonghwa. He became incredibly busy at work and he didn't really even have time to tell me why. 

Whenever I came over and he was there, he'd be on the phone arguing with someone or on the verge of tears. Seonghwa wasn't exactly made for arguing. He had a lot of patience but it was easy for him to start crying. 

Because of all of this, I did whatever I could to support him. I made sure he ate properly and he was taking care of himself, and I provided as many hugs and cuddles as I possibly could. 

After one of many nights of him crying, he finally let me in. 

"One of my kids is on the verge of being kicked out. Trying to fight with them to make sure that doesn't happen feels almost impossible. They think he's too much trouble than he's worth and there isn't anyone who's willing to fight for him." 

I tightened my grip around his waist, pulling him closer to my chest. "You're doing great, Hwa." 

"But what if that's not enough? I promised I wouldn't let him get kicked out. It's not even that the principal doesn't agree, he just has those fucking parents on his ass who won't leave him alone. I don't understand it. As teachers, our job is supposed to support the kid. Not kiss the parent's asses. I'm not letting him get kicked out. I refuse. If those parents want to be a pain in the ass, I'll be worse." 

"You're amazing, Hwa. I mean it. What you're doing is incredible. Those kids are lucky to have you." I said. 

He didn't seem too pleased with the compliments but he also didn't seem to care about anything other than his task at hand. 

I admired him because of it. 

Another day Seonghwa came home frustrated. I had tried making him dinner or setting up a bath for him, but it just seemed to upset him more. He had no interest in calming down and I was becoming incredibly worried. 

I snaked my arm around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. "What can I do? How can I relieve your stress?" 

He shook his head. "I don't have time for this Hongjoong-" 

"Yes, you do. You're off of work, there is nothing you can do until tomorrow. There's no point in letting your stress eat you alive just because you feel guilty. Let me soothe your worries just for the night." I murmured, pressing my lips against his throat. 

"Hongjoong..." He whined, "I have too much on my mind." 

"Then let me clear it." I said. "Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to clear your mind?" 

Mature

A groan slipped out of his mouth. "I don't want to think Hongjoong. Just turn me into a doll for your pleasure." 

That's all I needed before I was turning him around and picking him up. I was quick at work, sitting him down on the counter and pulling his pants down to his ankles. 

I didn't hesitate. 

I got on my knees and shoved my tongue deep inside his hole, his body convulsed in front of me and it made me smile. He was so fucking cute. 

I ate him out harshly, sucking at his hole and he was just a cute little mess. His fingers fisted in my hair, desperately holding onto me for some stability. 

I used one of my hands to pump his cock. The overstimulation almost being too much for him. It was only going to get worse from here on out. 

"Hongjoong!" He keened, his thighs shaking. 

As much as I loved the taste of him, it was a little disappointing that I couldn't watch him twist and squirm as I fucked into him with my tongue. 

Far too quickly, his legs clamped over my head and started to suffocate me with him as he came. 

I forced his legs open so I could stand, seeing the cum all over his abdomen. He was always beautiful like this. 

I undid my jeans, having stretched him out enough and his hole was slick enough that I could slide in, thrusting into him and hitting his prostate. 

He screamed, his eyes widening once he realized I wasn't done with him. "Be patient, baby. I haven't even finished yet." 

His moans were so loud and brutal as tears welled up in his eyes from the sensation. 

"Does if feel good?" I asked, soothingly rubbing his thigh as I fucked into him. 

He chewed on his lip, only nodding because he wasn't able to form words. His eyes rolled back as his body sagged, not able to hold on. 

His hands desperately clutched the edge of the counter so he didn't fall off but I had a firm enough grip on his hips that it kept him in place. He wrapped his legs around my waist. 

"Tell me when it's not good anymore." I said. "Is it still good?" 

He was so far gone, more so than usual. He was barely even making noises anymore, the only sounds was his shallow breathing. He lazily nodded. 

His second orgasm him him even harder and his body was trembling because of it. "Just a little more, okay?" 

I lifted his leg, holding it over my shoulder as it let me go deeper inside of him. I thrusted into him quickly and rough, trying to hurry my own orgasm up so I could check on him. 

My released slammed into my gut, making me heave forward as I came inside of him. We were both breathing so heavily as I pulled out of him and I gently sat him up. I kissed his wet cheeks. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. 

He pointed to the water bottle he had sitting on the counter and I handed it to him, he used me to lean on while he took his time to drink and gain his composure. 

"I didn't know you had that in you." He managed. His eyes met mine, he looked tired. "Thank you. For doing what I need." 

"It was good then?" I asked, creating circles on his hip bones. 

"That was...exactly what I needed. It was amazing." He breathed. 

I offered him a small smile, pushing away his plastered down hair from the sweat. "You were so good." 

He matched my smile, his face seeming warm. "I love you." 

I kissed him passionately. "I love you too, Hwa." 

He hummed.