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Seonghwa’s house is always pristine. It’s no secret that she is tidy, but only few around her understand the true extent of the cleanliness she tries to uphold in her everyday life. Her living room is always dust-free, the kitchen counters don’t have a speck or a crumb on them unless she’s baking, and her bed is always made, pillows fluffed and positioned.
Well.
Except for when Hongjoong comes over.
Then Seonghwa doesn’t care how messy her bed is.
Right now, she’s laughing at Hongjoong as he squirms beneath her, his hips jackrabbiting into hers, his face buried in her pillowy chest. Seonghwa’s breath hitches. “Are you about to cum again , Hongjoong-ah?”
“Noona - ”
“Ah, ah,” she tuts, threading her fingers in Hongjoong’s hair and forcing his head back to look her in the eyes. He cries out. “You know what to call me.”
Seonghwa didn’t think Hongjoong’s cheeks could become even redder, but they do. His face is hot as he mutters, “‘M sorry, mommy.”
“There’s my baby,” Seonghwa coos, moaning when one of Hongjoong’s hands reach up to grab at her ass. At the same time, Hongjoong starts mouthing fretfully at her breasts until he gets a nipple in his mouth, sucking around it messily. Seonghwa’s eyes roll back in her head. “Oh fuck , angel. You’re so good for me. My good boy.”
Hongjoong whines noisily around the nipple in his mouth. “Mommy, I’m gonna cum, I need to cum, p-please let me. ”
“You’ve already come once and you already need to again?” she asks in faux disappointment. Hongjoong has much better stamina than her husband, Minjun, does - even though he doesn’t ever have sex with her anymore, when he used to, he could barely get through one round. Hongjoong, however, will exhaust her with how much he fucks her. Even when Seonghwa milks him dry past the point of giving her any more, he still finds ways to please her with his tongue and his fingers, even letting her ride his thigh if that’s what she wants. She loves him. “Fine, if you must.”
“Thank you thank you thank you-” Hongjoong pants, his hips picking up speed as his mouth lands back on Seonghwa’s tit. He removes his hand from her ass and moves it to her pussy, rubbing her clit in circles in a way that has Seonghwa gasping to the ceiling. She shudders when Hongjoong cums in her for the second time that hour, prompting her own orgasm to follow.
Hongjoong barely gives any time for Seonghwa to catch her breath before he’s pulling out and flipping Seonghwa onto her stomach, beginning to eat the cum out of her pussy, licking and sucking and cleaning her out. Seonghwa comes the second time gasping into her sheets, and neither of them mind the mess when she squirts.
Seonghwa manages to wrangle Hongjoong into the shower - where he pins her against the shower wall and fingerfucks her, and where she gets on her knees to blow him - and then she pulls him into the kitchen to make him a spaghetti dinner. Hongjoong is sitting at the bar and has his laptop in front of him, claiming he needed to get work done, but he can’t stop staring at Seonghwa with glittering eyes.
Seonghwa catches his gaze a few times and has to hide her face from him. She can’t get the big, stupid smile off of her face when she looks at him. She once used to feel that way about her husband, before he began travelling for work all of the time.
And Seonghwa knows, just knows Minjun has cheated on her with multiple different women while he’s been away. Once Seonghwa had gotten that first DM from the girl who found out that he had a wife, she decided she was going to get revenge on him and find her own fucktoy. She decided on Hongjoong, a barista at the cafe she frequented who always drew smiley faces on her cups and complimented her outfits. He was cute, and Seonghwa knew he was infatuated with her. It was so simple.
Then a one-off attempt at revenge towards her husband ended in whatever they have now. If Seonghwa didn’t enjoy her lavish lifestyle that was supported by her high-profile-CEO husband’s paychecks so much, she would leave Minjun for Hongjoong in a heartbeat. And Hongjoong knows that. He even laughed when Seonghwa admitted to him their first romp was to get back at Seonghwa’s husband, because at that point Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa would do anything to be with him. And he still knows it.
Hongjoong treasures each and every moment he gets to spend with Seonghwa. He’s always had problems making friends and even more problems with dating, and then out of nowhere, this hot older woman starts hitting on him. It was like every wet dream he’d ever had was coming true, between Seonghwa’s heavy tits and her slim waist and her always wet pussy. The way she would boss him around, pull his hair and make him call her mommy. But further than that, Hongjoong loved her personality, her nerdiness and her caring nature and everything in between. He just wishes he could support Seonghwa the way he wants to. But, for now, he accepts Seonghwa’s hugs and food and tries not to think too hard on the fact that when he sleeps holding her close at night, he’s sleeping where her husband would normally be.
“Was it good?” Seonghwa asks after she’s made Hongjoong eat two plates of spaghetti. Hongjoong feels like he’s bursting at the seams, both with fullness from dinner and from Seonghwa’s affection.
Hongjoong nods. “Yes, noona, thank you. Let me do the dishes?”
Seonghwa shakes her head and smirks. “Absolutely not. Sit back and relax, work on your stuff, baby doll. Do you want dessert?”
Hongjoong flushes at the pet name. He grins. “You?” He laughs as Seonghwa bats at him lightly before standing up and kissing his forehead. He’s not ashamed to admit that he stares at her ass as she picks up the dishes and walks over to the sink. God, he wants her again.
He waits until it looks like she’s almost done with the dishes before he stands from his seat and comes up behind her silently, wrapping his arms around her tiny little waist and resting his cheek on her shoulder blade. Hongjoong likes that Seonghwa is a little taller than him and he can’t explain why.
“Almost done, mommy?” Hongjoong asks with a tilt to his voice. He smirks when Seonghwa shivers in his arms.
“Yes, darling, just a few more minutes,” Seonghwa answers, audibly shaken. As much as Seonghwa may like to tease and poke and prod at Hongjoong to get him as submissive as possible, he knows that Seonghwa loves when he calls her mommy.
Hongjoong decides to double his efforts and sneaks a hand past the waistband of the silk pajama pants Seonghwa put on after their shower. Seonghwa has stopped focusing on the dishes and is already panting when Hongjoong’s hand slips past her panties and runs his fingers through her soaked folds. Oh, Hongjoong thinks, how much he adores the fact that Seonghwa is always wet for him. And for him only.
“Do you want another load, mommy?” Hongjoong asks as he plays with her pussy. She whines and leans heavily against the counter. He leans up to nip at the lobe of her ear as he plunges his fingers into her tight, warm hole. “You know, maybe I’ll finally knock you up, show everyone that you’re mine, hm?”
Seonghwa gasps loudly and Hongjoong feels how she clenches and spasms around him, her underwear now drenched. He lazily fucks her through the aftershocks of her orgasm and kisses in between her shoulders lightly. Once he can tell she’s finished, Hongjoong pulls his hand out and sticks his fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste of his beautiful girl.
“You,” Seonghwa begins, heaving for air. “Had better make good on that promise, Kim Hongjong.”
“Mm?” Hongjoong asks, too deep in thought about how he wants to bury his face in Seonghwa’s tits right now. He remembers. “Oh. You want me to knock you up, noona?”
Seonghwa turns around in his arms so her back is facing the counter. When she looks down at him, her dark eyes stare into his soul, filled with hunger and lust. Seonghwa grabs his chin and pulls his face closer to hers. “What did I tell you about calling me that, Hongjoong-ah? What is my name? ”
Hongjoong can’t look away. Seonghwa is a siren and he’s been lured into her trap. He gulps. “Mommy. M-my mommy.”
Seonghwa smirks. “Good boy. Let’s go back to the bedroom, hm?”
And when they reach the bedroom and Hongjoong gatches a glimpse of Seonghwa’s wedding ring lying on the dresser, he can’t feel bad. He won’t feel bad. Especially when Seonghwa proceeds to suck his soul out through his dick.