WOES OF THE HEART [SEONGJOONG]

♡ HALF PAST FIVE

A/N: Plot idea by bnha_stories4u inspired from the song The Hills by The Weeknd featuring Eminem. Hope it turned out good. Happy reading<3

[Dearest Rixy, I hope this writing met your expectations. I'm sure it'll never meet the standards that you had imagined or perhaps the one you would create yourself. But I did try my best T-T. Praying that you like it. Loads of love<3]

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The final touch of the crimson hue now painted the firmament, bright amber rays from the western horizon splashing against the window of the apartment. The room within bathed in that light, mild yet mesmerizing, white walls now orange with the glow. It was evening, half past five, quite close to six. Dusk would fall anytime soon and the darkness of the night would then take over of the empire.

Sweet words of praises, along with low moans of pleasure and slight screams. Lewd slaps of skin against skin, loud sloppy smooches and wild forceful thrusts. The bed shook under the performance of their sinful tango, and yet they payed no heed. They were way too deep into the whirlpool of emotions, drowned in the lustful confusion of pain and pleasure.

Seonghwa moaned, his hands latched to the bare back of the one above him, nails digging and dragging down the soft texture. Each thrust that was launched into him sent him to the seventh heaven, swirls of ecstacy whirling within his stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears trickling down them and his plush lips were parted, strings of saliva rolling down his mouth. His body shook under the force, strongly grasped by two arms snaked around his petite form. The thrusts became stronger and brutal every moment in succession, dragging against his walls, hitting his spot again and again.

No specific restriction was provided to him, and hence, Seonghwa could feel himself edging towards the climax of his orgasm. A few more thrusts and strings of white fluid littered his stomach, parts of which landed on the body of the one above him. Seonghwa breathed heavily, closing his eyes and licking his lips, relishing the sweet aftertaste of the heavy intercourse. The sudden emptiness around his entrance made him sad, and yet the rough hands still rummaging around his form and a warm slippery tongue licking off the mess he had made all across his own stomach immediately brought back the smile upon his face.

Seonghwa turned around, lying on his left, his hand tucked underneath his head. He could feel the other shifting and lying down behind him, hands quickly encircling around his waist and pulling him closer, spooning him. For a moment, there was silence. Seonghwa could feel his heavy breath, warm and erratic, upon his neck and the little smooches and soft bites that he received all over his neck and shoulder blades right after made him giggle.