abeautifulseoul

Seungho: SMUT

               You were backstage watching MBLAQ perform on their first Inkigayo stage since their comeback, when you began to notice that something was wrong with Seungho.  He was shaking and blinking more than usual, you even saw him miss a step.  Of course the audience didn’t notice because they hadn’t seen the choreography yet, but you had seen them rehearse many times before and could actually point out fifteen miniature errors made by the leader.  As the song finished and the fake pyrotechnics exploded, you could see him run quickly off the stage, bowing.
                Almost the very second he disappeared off the monitor screen you heard the door to the room you were sitting in slam.  “UGH!” You heard footsteps before you and saw Seungho plop down in the chair across from yours.  “Did you see me out there?” he asked, opening his legs and dropping his head between them.  “I was horrible, I ruined the entire show,” he pouted with a cracking voice.  You were taken back when you heard glass shatter and saw Seungho now standing guiltily with his head in his hands.  “I can’t do this anymore!”
                “Oppa…” you began.  “What’s the matter?”  You crossed the room and took his face in your hands, rubbing gentle circles along his cheeks with your thumbs.  
                “I can’t do this anymore, babe…” he almost whispers.  “I couldn’t concentrate because I was so afraid I would mess up, and what did I do?  Mess up anyways.  Maybe I should just stop trying.  Maybe I should give up and leave MBLAQ.”
                “You are obviously drunk,” you said, pulling his face to yours, causing your foreheads to touch.  “You’re just under a lot of pressure, we all are.  But if you quit now, after everything you’ve gone through to get here, you will regret it later.  I will always be here for you; I will be whatever you need to help you pull through.  I know it won’t be easy, but together we can get through anything.”
            “Maybe you’re right; maybe I am just going through a really rough time right now.  Thank you,” he says, leaning in to kiss you.  “But you know,” he says, “I do have a press conference later, so my managers have given me from now until then for personal time,” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows.
            With as much innocence as you could muster, you asked him what he meant, slowly licking your lips, which in all honesty were quite dry.
            Before you knew it he was pushing you against a wall, his hands on their side of your head, and he was breathing words into your ear. “Oh,” he whispered with that sweet, seductive voice of his.  “Oh, I think you know.”  He presses his lips to yours, gently, so not to disturb you, but rough enough to let you know where he was headed.  
            Leaning into the kiss, you tangled your hands in his hair, gently pulling him closer to you and licking his bottom lip, asking politely for entrance.  He opened his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue in.  You took to exploring his mouth slowly, tasting the sweetness of his saliva.  Before you knew it the two of you were panting, having not stopped your kiss for over two minutes.     Seungho rubbed his manhood against your pelvis, creating enough friction for him to let out a moan.  He wasn’t hard yet, but he would be before too long.  And at the rate you were going, it would seem like forever.
            Slipping down from under his grasp, you lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing his firm abdomen, and planted several kisses around his navel.  Pulling it up even farther, you began to lick over each muscle.  Having enough of this, Seungho helped you remove his shirt completely.  Feeling risqué, you decided to run your fingertips over his nipples, kissing each one, causing him to arch his back a bit.  He was unsure as to what you were doing, but it felt damn good.  After trailing sweet kisses along his Pecs and neck, being extra generous there, you captured his lips with yours once more.
            Taking you by surprise, he broke the kiss first.  “This one’s for you,” he breathed, sitting you on the small table occupying the middle of the room.  “Help me,” he suggested slowly, “Take off your bra.”  You let out a small giggle, knowing that after almost five years, he still couldn’t remove that one article of clothing.  You had just begun to lift your shirt when his hand stopped you.  “No, just your bra.”  You did what you were told and slipped it out from under your shirt, throwing it across the room—where it landed you didn’t care.
            Leaning in once more, he gave you a deep, but quick kiss.  His hands began to roam and explore your familiar body.  Throughout all these years, each time still felt like your first.  You let out a throaty groan as he began to pinch your perks through the thin fabric of your shirt, causing your hips to thrust causing you to almost fall off the table.
            “Careful,” he cautions, replacing you on the table, “it won’t be any fun if you get hurt before the finale,” he says, pulling off your skirt and panties. He winks at you before spreading your legs and pulling you to the end of the table.  Without warning, you could feel a warm tongue pressing against your southern regions. You let out a moan, causing him to pause.  Such a tease.
            He planted several butterfly kisses from your navel down to the split of your legs before making his way to your thighs, spending time with each one, gently massaging, kissing, licking, and sucking.  “S-S-Seungho,” you manage to stammer, “s-s-stop t-t-t-easin-ng me.”
            He tilted his head to the right for a moment, as if seeming to consider your request.  “Nope.”  And down he went, planting a kiss directly at your entrance.  With a flick of his tongue, you were in absolute ecstasy.  Within moments you were arching your back, fingers entwined in his hair, almost ramming him into you.  Seconds before you were at your release, he stopped touching you all together, preventing you.
            You were about to protest when you felt your insides being stretched.  Another thing that never changed: you always had to adapt to his size—every time.  Your lips were drawn into a thin line and you pulled your brows together, squeezing your eyes shut.  After a moment of concentration, you were adjusted and ready for the pace to quicken.  “Faster.”
            As if under your spell he began to speed up.  You could feel your walls clenching around his member as a bead of sweat dripped from your forehead.  Before long you knew your end was coming, and so was his.  As if on cue, the two of you came together.  It was short and sweet, but wonderful.
            You were wiggling to try and get up to put your clothes back on when you were pinned back down.  “Do you want to go back home and have Round2?” he breathed into your ear, smirking.
            “Of course.”