Summary: a night in with your boyfriend turns into a photoshoot
Warnings: MDNI, smut, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, lots of photos are taken, pet names like twice
Rating / Genre: M, established relationship au, some fluff, smut
WC: 3.6K
Artist Note: this is a little part 2 to this fic: just go fuck him ♥︎ thank you for love on story, i'm sorry the title is so misleading alvjbhvxzgfn. i figured i'd revisit these two!
It’s a wonder how much a person can change in a year or two.
These days your chest doesn't feel as tight. Your thoughts aren’t as intrusive and insecurity visits you infrequently. The smiles that grace your lips are genuine– often prompted by the joy that's found its way into the tight confines of your heart.
With each passing day, came a further understanding of what it meant to live. To experience the world with an abundance of love intertwined with your being.
Hyunjae wouldn’t agree, but he made all the difference. You are far more vibrant now; confident, social, witty. Being deeply in love brought out a version of yourself that was content and yet utterly fearless.
There’s peace, both in knowing someone has seen the harshest parts of you and that they still love you just the same.
Hyunjae gave you the space to be yourself– to show up however you were able to on any given day. With you, he was gentle and understanding in a way that’s reserved for people who care.
Dating him meant never having doubt– not when he made every day feel like a gift. It was easy to smile with him around. He was funny without trying and hilarious in times when laughter was needed most. His spontaneity took some getting used to, but only because you were a homebody. Now, you look forward to the days you spend with him, enamored by Hyunjae’s innate ability to make every moment memorable. He saw the world in a way that left you inspired. Through his photography, he taught you that beauty was found in the most unlikely places. Like at a run-down flea market during sunset, or while walking past a vacant flower stand on a late night– the florist long gone after an honest day’s work. Overexposed shots of your hair dancing in the wind as you slump in front of a fan, trying to survive in the summer heat.
He was always taking pictures of you. Initially– you hated it. You’d go shy or tense up when you saw him bring out a camera, on high alert when he brought out his phone. But over time, you appreciated it. Being his muse– being able to see yourself the way he saw you– helped you in areas that you hadn't realized needed assistance. Through your days in front of the lens, you've learned that you have a brilliant smile. That your hair harbored a different tone in the wake of a setting sun. Sometimes you’d catch yourself anticipating the camera on days when you knew you looked your best, growing confident as more time passed with him by your side.
Now, more than anything else– you both are beyond comfortable and obsessed with one another. Your ears perk up when you hear the bedroom door creak open and the way you immediately step out of the bathroom to greet Hyunjae with a face covered in skin care products proves the aforementioned sentiment.
Coming over to kiss him sweetly, you briefly melt into his firm arms and as you lean back you swipe your thumb over the gray dot of mud mask that sticks to his nose with a chuckle.
“Aww…” Hyunjae coos, taking in your spa headband and the little strip across your nose.
“No…” you groan, shielding your face away from him and his predictable nature.
“But you look so cute, right now.” He whines, peeking from behind the camera while his fingers hover over the button.
“No, I don’t. I look like the moon emoji” you mumble back.
“What do you mean? Hyunjae asks, looking at you with a clueless squint.
“You know, the one that’s like…” you give a side glance to look more like the little gray icon.
There’s a small flash of light as the shutter clicks and Hyunjae chuckles as he looks at the tiny screen while you stand stunned that he tricked you so easily. You playfully push him in response, causing him to laugh harder and you can’t help but join him, finding his antics funny.
You kiss him on the cheek before heading towards the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back.” You announce with your back turned. “Don’t miss me too much,” Hyujnae calls out absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the camera in his hands and you smile at the remark as you walk onto the cool tile floor.
You come back to him with a washed face and a silly smile embossed into your pretty features. Bounding onto the bed, you allow Hyunjae to tug you into his arms. He peppers you with kisses, lips smacking against yours a couple of times until he’s pulled a wide smile and a few giggles out of you.
“Wait– stay right there,” he says and you groan but your smile only grows wider.
“Don’t you get tired of taking pictures of me?” You ask, looking him over in amusement as you honor his instructions, holding your current angle. “Nope,” he replies, twisting in his spot to grab his polaroid camera. “Maybe when you have a hot girlfriend, you’ll understand.” He jokes, sending you a flirtatious look over the top of the camera while his finger turns the camera on with muscle memory.
Your laugh is accompanied by the roll of your eyes. Hyunjae presses the shutter and you ready yourself for the flash, relaxing thereafter as the camera goes to work. The wiring of the film getting developed halts your joking, Hyunjae carefully plucks the film out and shakes it in his hand gently once it pops out of the top of the camera.
Falling further into the comfort of his pillows, you smile up at Hyunjae, observing the way he looks at the picture. His eyes were soft as he swept over the image, the arches of his cheeks raising slowly as a smile blossomed on his lips. For whatever reason the sight struck a chord within you.
“You really think I’m beautiful, don't you?” You voice the thought without realizing it, not until Hyunjae’s gaze shifts to you and you're taking in the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks.
“Of course.”
He doesn’t say anything else and you didn't need him to. Not when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists in the world. The only thing worth gazing upon. His hand trails its way into your hair and you look into the lens again, relaxing under Hyunjae’s touch as the shutter clicks again. You shift slightly on the bed as Hyunjae inspects the second polaroid the same way as did the first. He puts the two pictures on the nightstand for safekeeping before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.
With your arms looped around Hyunjae’s neck, you steal more kisses off his lips until he drops the camera onto the bed and climbs on top of you. The kiss deepens as one of his hands roams down to grab at your waist and pulls your body closer to his while he props himself up to keep from crushing you with the other. He lingers on your lips, pressure changing from soft and teasing to hard and wanting once you wrap your leg around his hip.
You stay like that long enough for your heart to mimic the rapid thud of Hyunjae’s heart rate. When Hyunjae pulls away from the kiss you’re left wanting more, grabbing at his shirt in an attempt to bring him back but you stop when you notice what he’s doing.
He hovers above you with a polaroid camera in hand. “Just one more. Your lips look perfect,’ he murmurs as he lines up the shot and you lick your kiss bruised lips before giving bedroom eyes to Hyunjae through the lens. You hear the sound of the camera going off and the flash follows before the wiring sound begins. You watch patiently as Hyunjae studies the picture with a smirk on his lips. His hand moves smoothly up and down your bare thigh as his gaze flits across the film.
It was hot seeing him like this, so obviously turned by what he’s doing– by you.
His hand comes up to caress your neck before falling lower, squeezing your chest over the thin fabric of your tank top and you pick up on how he bites his lip before finally tearing his eyes away and placing the picture to the side with the others.
“Wanna take more?” You ask, gingerly tiptoeing into uncharted territory. “I mean… I’d be down?” You suggest lightly while looking up at Hyunjae’s face. His expressions bounce between confusion and surprise before settling on mirth and something else indescribable.
“Yeah?” He asks for confirmation, his voice suddenly low and velvety.
As you nod your head yes, you wrap your fingers around Hyunjae’s wrist and guide his hand down to rest at the hem of your top.
His hand scrunches up the fabric, exposing most of your stomach as he dips down low to meld his mouth with yours hotly. He kisses you slowly, taking his time with you in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before. His hand slides up further, delicately cupping your chest as he sighs against your lips. The sharp sting of Hyunjae’s fingers digging into your skin sends a shock to your center and your lips part in a soft moan in response. His tongue brushes against the tip of yours tenderly as your skin pebbles under his touch.
The kiss remains slow as he savors every last second of having you like this, nibbling on your lower lip before sucking the tender spot and kissing you hungrily. You lay slack underneath him, body and mind being led by the pleasure he pours into you with his sinful lips.
Your back arches as he lifts your tank top up further, pulling the garment over your shoulders. Hyunjae’s hands fall onto either side of your cheeks, holding your face in place as he presses his lips onto yours firmly and warmth floods your chest. His hands travel down your neck and sweep across your shoulders as he drags his lips along your jawline. He continues his descent until he reaches a particular spot on your neck that makes you bite back a loud whimper. He sucks the sensitive area while you squirm underneath him with your eyes half closed. You shake out a soft moan, bliss surging up your spine as he moves to another spot on your neck.
He sucks mark after mark into your skin until you're nearly trembling and soaking wet with need. Your shoulders and neck are covered in splotches of deep reddish and purple hues that you can’t fully see but the look on Hyunjae’s face as he leans back tells you that look to die for. He drinks you in with a lust-clouded gaze, looking you up and down a few times before reaching out for his camera.
“Fuck– you look perfect like this…” he praises, voice imbued in admiration and want. He lines up the shot, standing on his knees above you and you can see just how much he’s into this.
You reply with a moan and glance up, giving the camera a heated look before the camera flashes. His hand comes into the next shot as he wraps his fingers around your slender neck. You catch his dick twitching in his sweats as he takes a second picture with you posed like this. Hyunjae doesn't wait for the film to come out before casting the camera to the side. He yanks at your shorts and underwear, pulling them off of you quickly with your help. You spread your legs wide for him while he works his way out of his clothes. He’s back on you hot and heavy the minute his cock is free, settling between your legs as he devours you with an intense gaze, tracing your form lustfully.
“Eyes on me, okay?” He orders softly, smoothing a hand over your bent knee lovingly as the other snakes its way up your thigh, leaving behind a sweltering tingle that lingers on your skin.
His fingers sink into your wet heat and a sultry moan rings through his bedroom. Hyunjae rocks his palm back and forth, two fingers curled upwards against the soft walls of your pussy. You coat the digits, eliciting the sloppiest noises that you’ve ever heard from your wet cunt but you couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed about that in the wake of what he’d just put your neck and shoulders through.
He picks up the pace and your legs fall open further as a long sigh leaves your chest. You obediently keep your eyes open, trained on Hyunjae while he works you over. The look you share is a charged one as he fucks you with his fingers, his determined gaze contrasting your unbridled blissed-out state. Your swollen lips part as you pant his name, pleading for him not to stop.
Hyunjae blindly grabs ahold of his camera, never stopping the steady rhythm of his deft fingers urging you dangerously close to an orgasm. Your toes curl and your legs tremble as he readies the camera. He lifts it until he’s got the right angle. His biceps strain and sweat trickles down his arms as he pumps his digits in and out of you while rubbing your bud rhythmically. His arm is getting tired but he waits… and waits, finger resting just above the shutter as he waits for the right moment. The one where your face scrunches up and your pussy tries to choke his fingers. He fingers you with just the right amount of pressure to grow the feeling inside you until it bursts–
The shutter goes off and a flash brightens the room.
You toss and turn as you cum all over Hyunjae’s fingers, moaning loudly as he fucks you through it. Gradually his pace slows just enough to gently bring you down from your peak. His fingers slip out of your sloppy folds and he licks them clean without a second thought before retrieving the polaroid from its slot.
You shiver through the aftershocks of your high while you come down further. “How’d it turn out?” You ask, still breathless. Hyunjae looks over to you with dark eyes and you swallow under the passion in his gaze.
“Unreal,” he replies through a husky tone before setting that picture down beside the others. He climbs back on top of you, kissing you repeatedly as he lays his warm body flush with yours. Your legs tangle with his while you make out and your dainty hands mess up his hair as you roll on top of him in bed. You straddle his hips in haste, desperate to ride him but he clamps his strong hands around your waist freezing you in place.
“There's a shot that I want to get,” he hesitantly admits.
You look down at him with an endeared smile. You knew him well enough to know what he wanted. He always said you looked so pretty sucking him off. “Okay, baby,” you say, shuffling down the bed until your lips are inches away from his cock.
Hyunjae groans, tilting his head back into the pillows as you take him past your lips. You don’t tease, dipping your head forward to ease more of his cock into your mouth while your tongue glides down his length. Your lips tighten around him, sucking in on your way up and swallowing around the head before gliding down again.
“Fuck–
You grind your nose into his pelvis when he reaches the back of your throat and you feel him squirm in bed. You let up again, going slow as you cover his entire cock in your spit. Hyunjae fists the bedsheets and hisses at the sight of you– his cock, dripping with the attention that you’ve lavished it with, tucked between your plush dewy lips. You sink his cock into your mouth again, moaning as you sense him preparing to snap another picture of you.
Your eyes begin to water as you take him to the back of your throat a few more times, looking up at Hyunjae just in time to hear the shutter go off again. You close your eyes and hum, sending another shiver of vibrations down his cock as he tries to check out the picture.
All you hear is shallow gasps for a while as Hyunjae holds the polaroid up to his face, coaxing you up and down his length with his other hand.
“This one is golden,” he rasps, voice ragged and thick with pleasure as he bobs you up and down his cock for a bit longer, entranced by how sexy your eyes look in the picture. You suck harder, swirling your tongue around before Hyunjae gently pulls you off of him by your hair.
“Let me see?” You ask, sitting up and straddling his lap as he places that picture to join the rest.
He just shakes his head. “We have to round out the set first,” Hyunjae teases, hands going to rest at your hips as he lines you up with his stiff cock. Placing your hands behind you on his toned thighs as you lift your hips, angling them to catch his cock between your wet folds before you lower yourself onto him. You sit on his cock in one fluid motion and sigh. He feels so good– the sweet slide against your walls as you’re filled making your head spin. You rock forward, leaning back against your arms for leverage while you rock back, savoring his thick cock pressed against you. You raise your hips and drop back down, moaning at the feel of his cock teasing your needy cunt.
You circle your hips while you bounce in his lap, slamming your hips down harder with every motion. Your head tilts back as you ride him, so satisfied yet so greedy for more, hips beginning to roll faster. Hyunjae tightens his hold on you before matching your thrusts, sending his cock as deep as possible causing you to cry out in abandon. You bounce faster, breathing ragged as you start to work up a sweat, a sheen covering your stomach and thighs. Your skin slaps against Hyunjae’s as you move in sync, connected as one as your bodies heat up.
His fingertips press into your skin, as he takes control, lifting you up and down with only the strength in his arms. Hyunjae fucks you nice and slow, dropping you down on his cock and sliding you off so you feel every inch of him leave your insides.
“Fuck Jae,” you moan, core aching for release just when he’s decided to slow things down.
“Sorry, sweetheart. You look so good like this. I don’t wanna rush,” he whispers, licking his bottom lip as he looks up at you– still dragging you up and down his cock like you weighed practically nothing.
He doesn’t forget the camera, reaching for it with one hand while you take over once more. You slide down nice and slow before raising your hips, pausing at the top when he tells you to.
“You look fucking incredible, baby.” He says as he takes the last shot.
The shutter clicks and you carefully push the camera out of Hyunjae’s hands, feverishly crashing your lips into his a second later. He immediately falls in line, kissing you and giving you exactly what you’ve been waiting for. His arms circle your back as he holds you close and pounds into you.
You gasp and writhe, taking all that Hyunjae gives you as your thighs give out.
Pleasure and fatigue build, and build within you, threatening to overflow as he continues his onslaught on your pussy. He snaps his hips into you with unprecedented strength, and thrusts rough and careless, eliciting nothing but filthy sounds out of you.
His pace picks up, strokes falling out of rhythm as he chases his climax.
The steady push and pull of his cock filling you up crowds your senses. Your mind goes hazy as you focus on how good Hyunjae makes you feel every time. Pushing your body to places that you didn’t think it could go. You clench around him as another huge orgasm shuts down your body.
When you finally come to your senses, you notice that you're sore and covered in sweat. You feel kind of gross, but there's nothing that could make you abandon your place on Hyunjae’s chest right now.
You’re so tired that when you try to speak, your words come out as syllables abstractly strung together. The last thing you’re aware of is Hyunjae’s cool lips pressed against your forehead as you drift off to sleep.
-
In the morning, you wake up sore. The marks that litter your neck and shoulders are a little tender and you feel like you did 200 sit-ups and 300 squats right before bed.
Hyunjae wasn't around, but you weren’t surprised by that– he never missed catching the sunrise at dawn.
As you sit up in bed, the stack of polaroids from last night catches your eye and you leap out of bed to sift through them all. The first photo is so innocent that you chuckle, knowing where the night led you. You glance through the rest, cheeks heating up at how bold you are in front of the camera.
You flip to the last picture in the stack and can’t help but swoon. You set the stack down, covering the unfiltered pictures with the one of Hyunjae kissing you on your forehead while you were fast asleep.
My name is Nada, and I am reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency.
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The days pass very slowly, and the situation deteriorates further each day. The need for food, medicine, water, shelter, and safety has become nearly impossible.
I have launched a fundraising campaign to facilitate our evacuation to Egypt and to start our lives anew. The ticket price to enter Egypt is $5,000 for each adult and $2,500 for children.
Your contribution, no matter how big or small, will make a significant difference in our lives and give us a chance for a brighter future. With your donation, you can be the light that illuminates our lives.
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My name is Nada, and I am reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency.
Here in Gaza, there is a small tent standing alone in the corner of a refugee camp. Inside it, I sit with my young children, trying to protect them in every way possible and provide them with comfort and safety despite the hardships.
My children and I are now in great danger and need your help to evacuate from Gaza to safety. The situation worsens every day with limited access to drinking water, food, and medicine, along with facing the horrors of war.
The war has swept away our homes and dreams, and now we live in a tent, surrounded by hunger, fear, and diseases. My youngest son suffers from hepatitis due to pollution and lack of healthcare.
The days pass very slowly, and the situation deteriorates further each day. The need for food, medicine, water, shelter, and safety has become nearly impossible.
I have launched a fundraising campaign to facilitate our evacuation to Egypt and to start our lives anew. The ticket price to enter Egypt is $5,000 for each adult and $2,500 for children.
Your contribution, no matter how big or small, will make a significant difference in our lives and give us a chance for a brighter future. With your donation, you can be the light that illuminates our lives.
Please save my children; I do not want them to die in Gaza. If I cannot survive, please do not forget them. Protect them after I am gone.🙏🏼❤️
Hello Nada, rest assured I will spread the gofundme with my platform and share amongst friends immediately.
No platform is too small to share and if you can please donate as much as you're able to as fast as you can !
Thank you for reaching out and I hope people can find their humanity quickly to help you and your children Nada.
Scene: Whilst at Chanhee's house, you both begin to quiz each other about pick up lines, but it turns into Chanhee doing something you would've never guessed.
“No, I haven't seen it ‘hee,” you hum out, scrolling the browser for a movie or show you could watch together. So far, nothing has jumped out at you. Your mind was wandering around, jumping through loopholes and wondering if your heart was playing tricks again. It wouldn’t be the first time…
“Have you seen my hoodie?” Chanhee’s voice calls from his wardrobe as you lay on his bed with your laptop nestled on an old sketchbook to stop it overheating as you wait. The perks of being neighbours means movie nights just got interesting for you and your best friend. Chanhee is a character; you had met on the beach 2 summers ago where you fell head first into a lousy sand hole his cheap friend Changmin was making. Chanhee had been the only one to apologise and even offered to buy you a new swimsuit after he finished laughing. He’s never had the lick of excitement for the beach, he even told you that he’d rather be at home watching some crappy drama or making dinner. His friends on the other hand absolutely adore the beach. Eric, the youngest in Chanhee’s little clique, is a surfer and you yourself have had a few moments of peeking at him when he was near. You’d be a fool not to, Eric was everybody's dream surfer boyfriend. Shame you had already fallen for someone else.
Truthfully, Chanhee is a man that met all your standards in a partner. He’s kind, sassy in ways and in some ways, a traditionalist when it comes to talking about being romantic with someone. You’ve had those talks; laid out on the hood of your car looking out over the city lights that hide the stars from your view. He had said he’s looking for someone, someone he can call his own. He told you he’d ask them formally to a dinner, walk them home and kiss them under a lamp post where the scene is coated in a yellowish white haze. A true damn romantic that made your heart skip a beat.
You on the other hand, having got your heart broken the same summer you met Chanhee, didn’t find it appealing at all. At least, not till he came into your life and had rewritten the word ‘love’ in such a silky way it made you question if you had experienced the wrong thing.
“Are you wearing - ooh you are!” Chanhee peeks his head from his wardrobe and smirks at you as you tug the blanket up higher with hot cheeks.
He had caught you.
“N-no I’m not, this isn’t yours I-I found a similar one at the beach hut,” you counter and are met with Chanhee’s glinting gaze as he sauntered over to the bed. He makes your heart pound as he makes his way up to you on his hands and knees before twisting over and sitting on his side of the bed, careful not to jostle the laptop.
“Did you find anything?” He asks, tilting his head at you before peering down at the laptop where the screen grows dim for a moment. “No. What’cha fancy tonight?” you quib back, wanting to get the heat off your cheeks quickly. Chanhee shrugs before pursing his lips together.
“Ooh, something on the - “
“Romantic side?” You finish his sentence making him chuckle and bring his knees to his chest.
“How did you know?” He says through his chuckle.
This time, you shrug and tilt your head at him. “Because I know you, silly.” You answer matter of factly and Chanhee holds a glimmer of … something in his eye that you can't understand.
“Cute. What else do you know about me, Ynie?” Chanhee pushes, leaning forwards more into your personal space before he backs up and holds your gaze. Chanhee’s eyes are locked onto yours, gleaming brown staring into your soul and unwinding you slowly.
“You’d prefer to stay at home because being around people too much drains your energy, especially if it's Eric. You don't like tomatoes in your sandwiches so I always offer to take them. You like it when I style your hair because you’re touch starved -”
“Ahh, okay okay I get it.” Chanhee smirks, waving your little speech off with his hand before lowering his gaze to the snacks.
“Out of all these snacks, you’re the one I’d pick,” he hums, as if stating a fact and making your entire body light up in heat.
You must’ve taken a while to respond because Chanhee frowns.
“Sorry - are you … trying to -”
“Flirt? Yes … and I suck at it,” He mutters making you begin to giggle a little now. Chanhee , the man who is ever romantic, cannot flirt to save his life.
“Try again, on me,” you suggest, pushing the laptop away and turning to face him better, trying to get over the patter of your heart beating in your ears now. Chanhee moves to face you as well, legs crossed and his hands in your lap.
“Known each other for 3 years and you’ve never seemed to need help with pick up lines, ‘hee,” you tease and watch Chanhee’s face bloom a handful of red shades starting at his ears and curling around the apples of his cheeks before his nose follows suit. You hold down the will to squeal.
“Ahh, it’s embarrassing!”
“Come on, it’s just us. Chill.” you giggle, despite beginning to feel nerves eat away at your body.
“Okay, okay … u-um … you’d be a cute-cumber if you were a vegetable -”
You immediately burst out laughing at Chanhee’s delivery of his line, his voice not only shaky but full of nerves just like you. “Aww, that’s the oldest one in the book, you’re so cute,” you blurt out and Chanhee swats your knee gently.
“It’s hard!” he whines out and you stifle a giggle.
“Something is hard -” Chanhee squeaks and reaches to clasp his hand over your mouth.
“We’re doing pick up lines, not sexy pick up lines,” he gasps as if you had offended him badly and all you can do is stare into his eyes again in both a mixture of awe and shock. You’re both so close to each other, you can smell the scent of Chanhee’s cologne along his collarbone making your eyes dip there for a second. Your eyes snap back to Chanhee’s when he clears his throat and takes his hand away.
“If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one,” you mumble, the words falling from your lips and making Chanhee’s face light up.
“See, you’re bad at them too. A win is a win,” he chuckles, leaning back on his bed to watch you as you also lean back with a dusting of a blush on your cheeks and you watch him for a split second before you smirk. If Chanhee wants a pick up line battle, then battle you will. But before you can, Chanhee leans forwards again.
“I’m the stealer, here to steal your heart.” And your reaction is to stare with a slight upwards curving smile on your lips.
“Are you my lip gloss? Because all I want is your lips on my lips.”
Chanhee smirks playfully, wetting his lips as he thinks to himself for a second.
“Do you like raisins?” he suddenly asks, making your eyebrows crease for a moment.
“If so, let's go on a date.” Chanhee finishes his line with a soft look in his eyes making your heart leap.
“I do, I do like raisins. Are you being -”
“Deadly serious, Yn.” he finishes your sentence and your cheeks heat all the way to your ears and the tip of your nose.
“Yes. “ you answer with a breathless smile feeling as if the world had both collapsed and rebuilt itself in seconds. The whole room seemed brighter as Chanhee reached over to you and pulled the drawstrings of your hoodie till they were level.
“That is my hoodie, isn’t it?” he asks with a smug grin making you bite your lip and nod with a smile gracing your features after.
“Yeah, but do you know what it’s made of?” you quiz him, meeting his eyes again as he smirks.
“It's made of boyfriend material.” he finishes your line with a chuckle as you smile back at him.
“You’re getting smoother, see. It’s practice,” you tease Chanhee as he leans forwards again to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it as he holds your eye contact.
“All jokes aside … would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow, yn?” he asks softly, making your heart leap into your throat as you nod your head.
"Come on, it'll be funnn," Wooyoung whines beside you, shaking your shoulders fondly.
"Plus it's Sannie's birthday, you have to come." He says, pouting as you sigh. "I have a deadline, Woo, these things don't write themselves -"
" - you deserve a night out. It's a party, I'll be a sad puppy dog on my own if you don't come," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as you both make your way up the path to your apartment. There's a few notes of someone's boom box playing nearby as you jam the door open and head up the two flights of stairs.
"You'll have San and Yeosang and Yunho. Isn't Felix and Jisung going too?" You say, fighting with your keys from your purse.
"Won't be the same. I need my bestie there, who else am I gonna party with? And I know Changbinnie is bringing games, I know you love a good game~" Wooyoung coos, practically draping himself over your back as you giggle to his teasing coo.
"Still not gonna work - " You're cut off by the click of your door and you both nearly tumble inside your entrance hall as Wooyoung leans against you.
"Oh, c'mon ynnn!" He whines as you catch yourself and kick off your shoes into the rack.
"We have like, 4 hours till it kicks off, please Yn. It's -
"San's birthday - fineee I'll come but only for a few hours and then I have to come home." You sigh, not feeling like whining over it. Beside, you could do with a few drinks you think.
"Yes!" Wooyoung punches the air comically before doing a little dance and you cover your mouth with a laugh at how he spins in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
He pulls out his phone as he kicks his shoes off too making you arch a brow. "You staying?" You ask and he smirks, his phone screen lighting his face in your darkened hallway.
"Obviously~" he teases, making his way though your apartment to lay on your couch, seeming typing a message to San. He probably got money from the other man for getting you to say yes.
You watch his black tee lift slightly as he moves, giving you a peak at his skin before you look away with a sigh.
You roll your eyes and drop your keys into the dolphin catch all dish before heading to the bathroom.
4 hours.
Means you can chill first before getting ready you think as you finish up. As you exit, you see Wooyoung had moved from the lounge.
You wander and find him in the kitchen, two mugs being filled with tea as you watch the lean muscles in Wooyoung's back flex as he lifts the kettle up to pour. It's not much, but the domestic view of your best friend doing something so mundane makes you itch, in a pleasurable way too.
You won't say he's not attractive. This is Jung Wooyoung of course, but as his best friend ... you're not sure if you're able to have these feelings for him.
So you bottle them up and let them spill on nights you're alone and wound up with your stupid vibratior, soaking the sheets with a gasp of his name on your lips.
"Here."
Wooyoung's voice cuts though your thoughts, eyes glued to his body as you cough and thank him quietly as you take the mug.
Wooyoung sees right though you as usual though, his eyes creasing as he smirks.
"You're thinking hard about something, can I ask what it is?" He says, being coy as he walks with you to the lounge to throw the TV on to pass the time.
"Nope." You say as you fold your leg under you and sit on your heel as you sip the tea after blowing the top of it.
"Now I'm curious, come on ... it's just me~" he teases, giggling next to you as you shake your head.
"A raccoon losing their candyfloss." You say simply, before bursting into a small banter of laughter.
~
The hours begin to tick and before you know it you're sat at your vanity.
Wooyoung is using your shower and he had stolen your hair dryer again to make his hair all "cool looking," he says as you wonder what to do with your hair and you end up just tossing it up.
You find a simple jacket to go over your shirt once you straighten out your necklace and during that time Wooyoung appears in the doorway with wet hair. You watch a few droplets run down the column of his neck and down under his black tee.
"See something you like?" Wooyoung's voice cuts though the air like a butter knife and you snort.
"As if."
"You were totally checking me out! And honestly I can see why," he says, reaching and swatting your ass playfully despite the shiver that runs up your spine.
"Have you zero manners, god no wonder you can't get a girl." You snicker to hide the way your heart is racing.
"Other girls can't handle me like you do." Is all Wooyoung teases back before disappearing out into the hall to find his shoes and you follow. You hope he can't see your blush.
When you finally get to San's house you can see Yunho and Yeosang has decked the place out for San birthday. There's a few banners littered around in metallic blue bubble font that reads "Happy birthday Choi San!" With a bunch of glittering balloons tied to the fence posts and even taped to the doors.
You can hear the light thump of music as you enter and see the birthday boy with a bottle of peach soju in hand.
"Wooyoungie! You made it! Ah, yn too! Best birthday gift ever~" San giggles as he comes over happily. There's always a blush around his nose and cheeks.
"Happy birthday Sannie!" Wooyoung coos over the sudden blast of Baby Shark in the background. "Here, this is from me, and Yn got you something too," Wooyoung hums as he gives San a baby green bag of a few gifts, they were of course barely wrapped.
You stood with a soft smile, a paper bag in hand from the squish plush San has saw ages ago and wanted it. You made sure he got it for his birthday.
"From me~" you giggle, letting San take it with another happy smile.
"Sweet! You got here in time too Changbin wants to play spin the bottle - oh my gosh... is this ... Yn!?" He exclaims as he pulls out the stuffed polar bear from its wrappings and nearly bounces on his feet.
Wooyoung clicks his tongue a little before smirking as San then turns to lead them to the little circle in his bedroom where Jisung and Felix are currently being dared to fit 15 marshmallows into eachothers mouths.
"Ah, wooyoungie! Thank you~" Sans voice chirps behind you and you don't have to turn to know they're both hugging it out affectionately.
Jisung gives a wave as Changbin and Yunho pass another marshmallow to him. "Hey boys ~" you hum before plopping yourself down between Yeosang and Wooyoung who joins you on the floor.
Wooyoung shakes his head as Felix yells about winning the game, his voice so muffled from the 15 marshmallow in his mouth that he promptly begins to spit them out making you fake gag at him.
"Spin it!" Yeosang calls out,
Wooyoung chuckles as San eagerly plops himself down on a cushion beside him before reaching out to spin the crappy plastic bottle in the center of the circle.
"Ooooooh...." You immediately giggle a little from the noise from both Wooyoung and Yunho who watch the bottle like it's some mystified object, making a noise you'd made at seeing something wonderful.
The bottle stops, finally pointing between you and Wooyoung and your cheeks inflame.
"Er, spin it ag-" you go to say before Jisung practically shoots up like he was shot by lightening.
"Oh I have one!" He giggles, grin wide and you heart thuds in your chest as he holds a very specific look in his eyes.
"Hit me." Wooyoung says, flexing his arms and leaning back on them letting his shirt rise a little showing off the white band of his underwear.
"You, Yn in the closet. 10 minutes and if you loose you owe me 40 ₩." Jisung smirks, tapping the ground.
"Each." Jisung adds, and you raise your brow.
"10 minutes doing what? Staring at each other and picking up mothballs?" You kid. "For 40 ₩?" You ask and Jisung shrugs.
"Prove me wrong." He challenges and you huff.
"Sweet, 10 minutes in the love closet!" Yunho whistles and you jab your elbow into his side as Wooyoung chuckles and raises to his feet.
"C'mon let's prove Jisungie wrong eh?" He asks as he reaches for your hand. But as you rise, you see his cheeks are as red as yours.
"You mean prove him right, right?" You whisper when you're both squashed into San's closet in the next few moments.
"10 minutes - starting now!" You hear San's voice call and Wooyoung has to catch himself to not lean over you.
"Prove him right?" He whispers back, and in the darkness of the closet you can barely see the way his eyes flicker across your face.
"Oh." He says finally, feeling stupid as he shifts before smirking.
"So I was right all along?" He teases, his fingers finding your chin to make you look at him when you try to focus on the amount of light that floods between the tiny crack in the door and your heart pounds.
"All that tough stuff, denial, pushing me away some nights... you've got a secret have you, Yn?"
"I don't have secrets with you, Woo..." you whisper back, eyes flickering to his own trying to stand your ground. Who knows what's happen if you acted on your feelings of the betterment of a year.
You could lose him.
"Oh, but I think you do. And I've got a few of my own, sweet thing." Wooyoung coos as he cups your jaw and his thumb wipes across your cheek so gently it makes you lean into the touch.
"Say it."
"I want to hear you say it, Yn. Please." He murmurs, leaning closer and closer, his breath fanning over your lips.
Your heart beats in your ears as you flush 50 shades of red in an instant as the words flash though your mind.
Can you even say it?
It turns out you don't have to.
You lean and close your eyes, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung's neck to draw him closer to close the gap between you. The kiss is soft at first before Wooyoung smirks against you.
"Knew it." He whispers before crashing his mouth harder against your own, a little gasp leaves you as your back hits the wall and Wooyoung's hands roam around your hips. His lips are chapped, rough and yet additive as you chase after him, tongues lashing at the seems of your lips till you allow him entry.
By now, the little groans and grunts between the both of you must've been heard by the others and yet it's a fleeting thought.
You grab a fistful of Wooyoung's hair and he moans into your mouth, his hands beginning to grasp your hips and push you to the wall to pin you there.
You can feel his cock, hard and thick pressing against your thigh as he pulls away to kiss and suckle his lips against your neck.
His lips leave dainty but bruising marks along your neck and he's so close to you that you feel drunk off of his cologne and the way he holds you so firmly against the wall. You card your hand though his hair again and tug him off your neck, staring into his eyes for a beat before he smirks.
Wordlessly, his hands begin to slink up your shirt, pausing for sweet second.
"Can I touch you, Yn? Can I - "
"Fuck me. Please, ju-just - I need you." Your words escape before your mind can properly string them together and Wooyoung is soft as his hands contuine up to cup your breasts in his warm hands.
"Let me see you," he whispers in your ear, kissing from the apple of your cheek down your face towards your cleavage where he pulls opens your blouse to contuine his kisses down.
"Mmm, you gonna fuck me in San's closet?" You asks, tilting your head down at him.
"No. I'm gonna ruin you before you've even had a taste of me." He mutters, lips ghosting over your belly button now.
Confused, you reach for his hair again only for Wooyoung to grip your pants and tug.
You gasp as the coolness of the closet hits your legs, peering down before mewling as Wooyoung kisses your inner thighs and practically nuzzles you.
"We h-havent got time -" you eat your words as Wooyoung gently teases your clothed pussy, nose bumping your covered clit making you grab his shoulders.
"About 5 minutes. I can make you come in less than that, princess." Wooyoung coos as he hooks your underwear to the side and you make the effort to spread your legs enough for him to bury his face between your thighs.
"Don't believe you - " you whisper and you keen as he chuckles and flattens his tongue against your pussy.
"Fuck... you're dripping." He mutters, leaning forwards and latching his mouth onto your sex with fever. His tongue darting out to lick along your folds and tasting you, collecting your wetness on his tongue and humming making your body thrum like a voltage just shocked you.
"Fuck..." you whispers, one for your hands going to his black hair and tugging him closer to yourself, beginning to rub agaisnt his tongue as he kisses and suckles around your clit. He doesn't take long to latch around it, teeth grazing the sensitive nerves making you jolt from the wall.
Wooyoung smirks, you can feel it against your pussy. "Let me taste you," he mutters, slipping his tongue inside you making you moan. You slap a hand around your mouth, eyes shutting as Wooyoung buries his wet tongue deep, licking and pulling your wetness onto his tongue greedily.
Your hips begin to chase after him, grinding and rutting against his tongue as he thrusts the wet muscle as deep as he can go. His mouth open, drooling slightly, your inner thighs getting damp with his spit now. The more you grind on him the more his hands snake around your ass to pull you better onto him.
He pulls his tongue away, licking up to your clit and looking up at you with gentle but lust craved eyes.
Wooyoung catches your clit as he sinks his middle finger inside you, thrusting it slowly as he kisses and sucks your bundle of nerves like his like depended on it. Desperate, almost.
You cave. Rutting against his hand as he fucks his finger deeper, a second digit coming to play and he eagerly smiles as he pulls off your clit.
"Feeling good baby?" He asks, biting his lip as he gazes up at the mess that is you. You don't answer, shaking around his hand as he fucks his fingers deeper, stretching you gently by widening them open and creating a soft scissor motion.
"Fu-fuck 'm clo-close..."
"I know."
Wooyoung suckles your clit just right and his fingers angle in the perfect way has you coming undone over his hand. Your head smacks back agaisnt the wall with a drawn out moan, chest heaving and your hands tangled in his hair still as he dips down to lick a trail of your cum leaking from your hole.
"Good girl." He praises, muffled by your hot pussy as he pulls his fingers out of you and places your underwear like normal.
As if he didn't he just fingerfuck the soul out of you in San's closet.
He fixes your pants, standing and running his dry hand though your hair to kiss you again, licking the seem of your lip and you allow him inside, thighs clenched and pussy leaking as you kiss back desperately. Your hands reach for his stupid belt, tugging but he pulls away.
"I told you. Wait," he murmurs before pulling away completely and nudging the door.
"10 minutes!" You hear Jisung's voice ring and you blush all the colours of red in a second knowing you have to go and look San in the eye.
You step out after fixing yourself, untangling your hair a little before taking a deep breath.
"I'm gonna take Yn home, she told me she wasn't feeling the best." You hear Wooyoung say and San pouts as he looks over to you.
"Oh gosh yeah, you look a little warm Yn!go take care please?" San says, reaching to pass you your jacket and you fake cough.
"Er...Will do sannie, thank you though." You say as Wooyoung wraps an arm around your waist sending tingles up your spine.
"Lying to San?" You whisper.
"Do you want me to fuck you in San's closet?" He asks, squeezing your side .
"Mm, wouldn't mind it~" you tease back effortless as Wooyoung smirks. "Maybe next time."
The drive home was nothing short but awkward and intense, the time you both stumble into your apartment has you giggling as Wooyoung tugs at any part of your shirt that he can reach.
His hands slide under your shirt again as you kiss, mouths refusing to part as you stumble towards your bedroom with a shy giggle escaping you as you pull off Wooyoung's jacket. The black fitted tee makes him so edgy and yet hot it makes your head fuzzy.
"You want this?" He asks, backing you up to your bed till the backs of your knee hit the frame.
"I want you." You whisper, letting go of any further worries as your hands snake into his hair just as he pushes you down on the bed.
"I've just been waiting for you to admit it." Wooyoung murmurs, voice husky as he kisses you, hands pulling at your pants again as your own tug at his belt.
"Mm, come and get it then, big boy," you muse in-between the kiss, smirking playfully at him before unbuckling his belt at last.
"Needy much?"
"Only for you." You whisper back as Wooyoung chuckles and pulls your shirt high over your head, tugging at your bra a few times before his hot hands glide around your bad and unclasp it . It's pulled away and you gasp as Wooyoung latches onto your breasts, suckling around your nipple with a throaty moan.
His mouth is hot as he suckles, your head leaning back on the pillow now as your hands grab at his hair to tug at him closer. His teeth graze along your nipple making your back arch as you gasp.
"Woo..." you gasp and Wooyoung pulls off with a wet pop and a stupid smirk on his face.
"Yes, doll?" He asks and you blush crimson.
"Get on with it."
He arches a brow down at you before his hands press your hips down to the bed hard enough to elicit a squeak out of you.
"Don't tell me what to do." He growls as he lowers himself onto your body, eyes narrowing and he looks like he's about to eat you alive as he grabs the hem of your pants and yanks them down to your ankles and off your legs swiftly.
"Who's the needy one now?" You tease as Wooyoung slides his hot hands up between your thighs to spread them apart before he tugs at your underwear. He gives a sly smirk.
"You'll be begging me in a few moments dear. So will you shut up and let me fuck you?" He asks, voice dripping in lust and it makes your pussy clentch around nothing. And soon, cold air pulses against your sex as Wooyoung grabs a fistful of your underwear and rips them away from your hip making you gasp.
"I'll buy you another pair - do you have any condoms?" He suddenly asks, and you hold down the need to giggle as you trail you hand down the valley of your breasts...down to your stomach pass your navel and you see how Wooyoung's eyes follow as you land on your dewy folds.
"Give it to me raw, Woo." The words melt off your tongue and Wooyoung's full lips spread into a gleaming smile.
"Thought you'd never ask." He mutters as he sheds himself of his pants and briefs, stroking his hard cock in front of you at last and for a moment you worry if he'll fit.
"Don't worry your pretty head," he mumbles, tugging you closer to hismelf and you mewl as he rubs his naked, leaking tip across your pussy. "God...you're so fucking wet, relax for me baby," he murmurs as he holds onto your waist and gently pushes against your entrance.
"Easy for you to say - ah!" You moan loudly when the tip of his cock press inside and you go lax as he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt, until his balls are snug against you and you can feel the thickness spreading across your lower pelvis beautifully.
"Fuck." Wooyoung grunts, flexing his hands around your hips as he stays still for a brief moment before drawing his hips back and thrusting forwards.
"You're so fucking tight, oh fuck,"
"No-no you're just big," You stutter and Wooyoung groans, the image of him above you and his cock buried inside your pussy like this makes your heart pound in your throat. His dark hair framing his face and there's already beads of sweat building on his forehead as you wrap your arms around his neck to draw him in closer.
"Admiting I'm not of average size now huh?" Wooyoung coos down at you just as he thrusts back inside you making you moan and squeeze your eyes shut.
"Shut up an-and fuck me," you whine, pussy clenching tight around his dick each time he pulls back and this time he chuckles as he grabs one of your legs to gently pull up as he thrusts harder against you.
Soon, Wooyoung finds the perfect rhythm but it also means he's hitting your sweet spot, making you dig your nails into his back making the man on top of you groan aloud.
"Just like that fuck yes... gimme more,"
"Say please." Wooyoung suddenly mutters against your ear and your cheeks grow hot at the thought of begging but the way Wooyoung is knocking on your sweet spot again and again with hard and heavy thrusts makes your mind scrmable for that one word.
"Please." You whisper with a choked moan as Wooyoung leans in and kisses you passionately as his hips begin to slam into yours, picking up his pace with a tinge of roughness that makes stars explode behind your eyes and his name falling from your kiss bitten lips.
The kiss is hot, lips melding together wetly as Wooyoung grasps your hip firmly in one hand as he drags his cock out of your sopping pussy only to thrusts so smoothly back inside it makes you jolt. The kiss is forgotten as you arch your back and cry his name loudly, breath coming out fast as you're coaxed to a high by the rough drag of his cock.
"Gonna cum on my cock, like a good girl?" Wooyoung asks, lips ghosting over your cheek as he talks so low it makes tremors arise over your skin, gasping and moaning out .
"J-just k-keep -" your voice is meek as Wooyoung moved enough to bring his free hand down in-between your bodies to find and rub your clit making you jolt.
"That's it. Fuck you're so pretty like this,"
Wooyoung's thumb on your clit, cock rubbing against your sweetest spot and the way he looks at you has your entire body shaking as you come undone. Legs shaking slightly as you cum, creaming his cock with low moan as you go slack on the bed. Wooyoung chuckles a little, chasing his own release now as he hikes your pelvis up enough for him to contuines thrusting till he slams deep. Balls snug against you as he moans your name, hot cum flooding your pussy making you groan at the sheer warmth that pulses from his cock.
"Fuck ... Fuck Wooyoung!"
"Yn~" he groans above you, letting your pussy milk him dry as he lowers his face to your neck, breathing in your scent as he calms slowly.
"You told me, raw." Wooyoung murmurs and after a moment of clarity you chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"I did yeah, so you can listen to me," you tease back, finally getting feeling back in your legs as Wooyoung pulls out of you. His cock dripping wet as he moves to lay on his side with you. His arm never leaving your side.
"Only to you, I'll listen to you." He murmurs, brushing back a few strands of hair from your face as he smiles. "Mmm, what - what does this mean, Wooyoung?"
"It can mean anything- "
"No. I mean it. I think we both need to fess up. So - "
Wooyoung smirks immediately. "I want to hear you say it. Please?" He asks, thumb brushing your cheekbone.
"I like you. A lot. And it's haunted me for the betterment of what - a year? So - "
You suck in a breath and sigh, dropping the eye contact.
"I love you." You whisper, and Wooyoung smiles as he dips his head down to press his lips to your in a gentle dance of love.
Warnings ⚠️: smut 🔞 against the wall, lots of kissing, dick in pussy,wrap before you tap, crude language, breast teasing. Pet names - baby doll, princess, baby girl, doll,
Word count: 3k
Scene: It's your third year on the cruise where you met Juyeon, only now you think you've caught feelings. The issue is that the cruise ends in 4 days...
The boat never changes, you think, as you lean against the railing of the ship and peer at the water below. It lashes against the white pristine paint, and foam gathers in small pockets and trails behind in the currents. You're in open water, but you can just make out the mass of land you had left over 5 hours ago.
And you were bored.
You have been on this cruise once a year, for three years in a row and you pride yourself on knowing more about the ship than your parents who lounge on sunbeds and drink their martinis. Sure, you wouldn't mind doing the same but your parents have a way of ruining any type of fun you could have alone. And then equally tell you you're so lonely and you should go meet people.
The thing is, you have met someone. Someone else who's family also chooses to vacation on the same boat.
Lee Juyeon.
A smart man who is utterly desperate for your attention and you're more than happy to give it. And with no strings tying you back home, you think of it as some cute summer romance.
Surely things can't go south too quickly, right?
Oh boy, how wrong you were.
Leaving the railing, you turn down the walkway back around into the section of where people dine. There's a mass spread of tables in red fancy tablecloths and silverware dotting around with vases of cutlery and flowers on each table. To the far end, opposite the effort of the ship, is the bar and kitchens.
And there, you see him.
Juyeon is sitting on the barstool with a glass of something - whisky perhaps - and he's alone. You could always pick him out from the crowd because of his broad shoulders, that and he's tall.
You approach with a soft beating heart and before you can speak, Juyeon beats you to it.
“Hey gorgeous, for a moment I thought you weren't coming this year. Broke my heart,” he smirks as you sit down next to him.
“Three times the charm,” you sing-song to him as you flag down a bartender.
You give your choice of poison before Juyeon finishes his glass and asks for a refill. The bartender slides another glass of whisky into Juyeon's hand and you smirk at how damn effortless he is.
“No, that's just you, baby doll.” Juyeon smiles and turns to face you properly and can tell he's been here for a long time.
“Been waiting for me? How charming,” you tease, thanking the bartender and sipping your drink as Juyeon reaches down and pulls your barstool closer to his own. You reach and grab his shoulder in surprise, the stool making an aching screech across the floor.
“That's better, I can see your beauty up close,” Juyeon says, voice just low enough for you to hear and heat fills your face.
“Cute. Once you're done I was thinking we could take a dip,” he says, lips brushing against yours before he downs the last of his drink.
“I just got here Juyo,” you whine, pouting at him hard usually does the trick but this time he isn't fazed. “And the pool is crowded…” you sigh, doing anything to get him to change his mind.
“What about we go get food, have a little walk around the deck,” Juyeon hums, finally giving into you and you clap your hands quietly at the mention of food.
“They've got a sushi bar downstairs, and some pastries too. Heard the raspberry cream pies are delicious,” you tease and Juyeon sends you a smirk.
“Cream pies eh? Oh you'll be getting one of those for sure - “ you kick his shin, face burning.
“Keep the dirty talk for later,” you snicker, shaking your head. As if there's going to be a later, you do hope so.
“That's a promise, doll?” He asks you, leaning and stealing the slice of lemon on the rim of your glass before plopping it into his mouth.
“It's going to be sour - “
“So sour!” He exclaims, making a face as his lip curls one way and his eyes squeeze shut.
“You're such an idiot, ew!” You watch as Juyeon uses his napkin to spit the lemon slice out, rolling your eyes at him further before downing your drink.
“Lemons aren't good, remind me next time,” he pleads and you chuckle. “Perhaps, you were cute making those faces,” and you get a little glare before he stands and takes your hand.
“Sushi?” He asks.
“Sushi.”
-
After eating, Juyeon makes sure to take you around the deck like he promised. Your hands swing between you before Juyeon stops and pulls you close to let a stewardess pass with a trolley of supplies. She ducks inside one of the cabin doors and you sheepishly look at the man holding you to his chest.
From here, you can see the mole under his eye in more detail. The way his skin shimmers under the midday sun and the lashing of water beneath the boat, the thick smell of his cologne making the sea salt taste bitter. But you liked it, it gave Juyeon a sense of familiarity around you every time you got a whiff of the smell.
Rich sweetness with hints of some sort of fruit or was it woodsmoke and the sickly smell of blooming cherries? You couldn't tell.
“Ju?” You ask, breathing just a whisper as you realise you've been staring at the man in front of you with eyes of longing. A smirk carves into Juyeon's cheeks as he catches you.
“Done ogling me, baby?” He teases, his grip firm around your hips.
You scoff, breaking free from his spell.
“You wish,” you tease and reach to squish his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger making the man scowl at how you baby him.
“Now that's adorable,” you say, giggling as he swatts your hand away and tugs you along the cabins.
Soon, he pulls you aside into one of the rooms on the front deck overlooking the pool and you question where you are for a moment before it dawns on you.
Juyeon's room.
“You've upgraded!” You exclaim, walking further inside to look down at the pool. You spot your mother still tanning with a fan in one hand as another family member leaps off the pool side. You watch as they get scolded and pulled up by your aunt. You shake your head at the mess of the pool area, feeling sorry for the clean up crew later on.
Turning your back to the window, you gaze over Juyeon's room. His bed is like yours, a wreck of pillows and blankets. On the drawer beside it holds a mini fan and a framed photo of when you first met three years ago, your hair in braids with a wet Juyeon fresh from the pool stands beside you in the photo booth. It was a moment of just ‘did you wanna get a picture with me’ that spiralled into this.
You're not sure what this is but you hold onto it, firmly.
Juyeon sits on his bed and spreads his legs a little, not quite manspreading but enough to catch your eye. You walk the short length towards him and you slot yourself between his thighs, hands resting on his wide shoulders.
“The cruise ends in four days.” He mutters quietly and you hum.
“Unfortunately.”
You peer into his golden brown eyes and sweep his hair away as Juyeon’s arms wrap around your waist to draw you in closer. His eyes flirt from your neck, trailing up to your lips and you flush red again as he gazes at you with such desire and longing you almost deep like you're the only person on earth.
You felt desired. Wanted. Needed.
“What are you thinking, baby doll?” He whispers, making your heart pound and your palms sweat.
You're quiet, thinking about how this would end. It's not the first time you've been intimate with Juyeon but it's never gone further than teasing and little touches.
Your mind casts back to the disco down below, the way you and Juyeon had danced together in the neon lights last year. Your dress that night was neon pink and Juyeon's shirt was open to the stuffy air of the dance floor.
It's so vivid you can smell the sweat beading on Juyeon's forehead and chest as you danced that night, hot bodies pressed together, enjoying the nightlife.
Now, you're in his room. Between his thighs and tangling your hands in his hair.
The words fall from your lips so easily that you worry you're moving too fast.
“I want to kiss you.” You murmur so deadly quiet you barely hear yourself.
“Maybe I wanna kiss you too~” He whispers back, his grip moving to your thighs to pull you onto his lap. You straddle him easily, arms wounding around his neck and your thumbs brush his jaw as his hand cups your cheek.
“I've waited for you to say that, for nearly three years.” He murmurs, your lips brushing against each other.
You smile briefly as Juyeon pulls you down towards him further before a loud knocking sounds on Juyeon's door. It startles you, the tension is snapped away as a voice shouts from the other side.
“Juyeon, have you seen Yn?” You hear your mother's voice and you groan into your hands a little as Juyeon smirks.
“No, unfortunately I haven't, we met at the bar, maybe she's still there,” he calls back, a wicked grin spreading across his face as you move away from him. You're ready to hide if you need to.
“Mm, okay, thank you Juyeon, have a lovely night,”
Heels click down the deck hall before they fade and you sigh, watching the door as if somebody is about to pound it down.
“That was close -'' you squeak in surprise as you're suddenly spinned around, Juyeon's sexy face meeting yours. He cups your jaw and pulls you up to crash his lips onto your own, your lip gloss smearing against his.
You would've gasped but Juyeon steals the breath in your lungs as he kisses you with intention. His lips are hot and warm as you melt into his arms, kissing back so heavy and needy you almost forgot everything else.
It's a down right desire.
Your hands reach and tangle into his hair, tugging a little as you open your mouth at a few flicks of his tongue lashing against your lips. Juyeon's tongue invades your mouth, tasting every part of you as you moan breathlessly. You grab the hem of his shirt and tug before you're pressed against the wall making you break the kiss.
“Fuck.” Juyeon is a sight.
Dishevelled hair and kiss bruised lips as he pants hot air against your lips, a thin line of spit connects your lips but breaks as Juyeon curses.
You pull him back for more, unbuttoning his shirt hastily as you kiss him again, one of your hands rubbing his tense muscles along his abdomen. You feel each and every ridge of his abs, tracing them as you open your mouth and moan. A moan that is swallowed by Juyeon's kiss.
So transfixed by feeling up his body, you fail to feel Juyeon's hands wandering around your own. Till you feel your shirt being lifted up and your bra is tugged on. “I can't be the only one half naked, baby doll,” he whispers against your lips.
You smirk, lifting your arms and letting Juyeon toss your shirt elsewhere in the room. Next, his hands … god, his hands, trail up and squeeze your breasts hidden in their bra.
He smirks back at you, gently kneading you before you mewl at the thought of finally letting him have you.
“Something on your mind, beautiful?” He asks, leaning to kiss and lick a mark onto your neck, attacking a spot that makes you shiver.
“Mmm, I want you. Want you so bad.”
“You want me, baby? Where do you want me?” Juyeon teases, fingers slipping inside your bra before pulling your breasts free. You gasp, Juyeon's thumbs rolling your nipples in circles as you push your chest out for him.
He tsks, sucking his tongue before pulling his hands free. You immediately whine.
“Where do you want me?” He asks again, unclipping your bra and letting it fall as the cool air makes your nipples peak.
“I want you inside me. Please, I want you to fuck me, like this. Just like this - “
“Against the wall? How naughty.” He chuckles, resuming to squeeze your breasts gently.
“Y-yes, l-like this oh fuck…” you moan, eyes flickering shut for a second before Juyeon pulls his hands off of you.
You crack your eyes open, watching Juyeon's hot gaze roam over you before his hands settle on your hips and slowly he inches your pants down your thighs.
You step free of them, your own hands reaching to pull at his belt before he makes a disapproving noise in the back of his throat.
“Slowly.”
And heat curls inside your body like never before. Your panties are wet, pussy dripping from the very thought of having him inside you. You make a meek noise of complaint before slowly taking off his belt and pushing his jeans away. Your hand smooth over his fat bulge in his briefs, the front of them stained with pre cum making your mouth water.
“Like what you see?” He asks with a cocky undertone making you smirk and gently cup his bulge and squeeze gently.
“Why don't you put it to good use instead of acting cocky?” You tease back with a smirk and you catch a glimpse of want in his eyes.
And you immediately eat your words as Juyeon pins you against the wall better, holding your wrists above your head with one of his large hands as the other ghosts down your stomach towards the hem of your panties. He cups your dripping heat and smirks.
“You're one to talk baby, you're dripping~” he teases, thumb brushing over your clothed clit once, twice to make you squirm.
You whine, beginning to try to hump his hand but Juyeon catches on quickly and pulls your soaked panties down your legs. You gasp, nude in front of him for the first time and Juyeon looks at you with a dreamy smirk.
“Cute.”
“You did not just say that.” You scowl and Juyeon shrugs before he kisses you. Your lips burning against his as you mouth heavily against each other, your hands desperately trying to be free but Juyeon doesn't let you go yet.
His hand leaves your wet pussy in favour to pull himself free from his briefs at last, cock slapping his toned stomach before he rubs his tip along your soaked folds. The reaction you give him makes him chuckle.
You keen, opening your legs for him more the second you feel his stiff cock rubbing against you.
He breaks the kiss, letting go of your hands to hike your legs up. Your feet no longer touch the floor as Juyeon holds you by the backs of your thighs. The position makes your pussy open up for him a little, his cockhead sliding between your folds slowly making you whine and watch as Juyeon teases you.
“God you're so beautiful, look at you~” he groans, humping your pussy a little now making you moan loudly. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight but Juyeon makes you as he jostled you slightly. You're pressed hard against the wall and with one slow movement, Juyeon presses inside your pussy with a groan.
Juyeon is a vocal lover, you find as he slides in slow and deep, filling you up so deep and full it makes your eyes roll slightly.
“Fuck, oh fuck princess ~” he breathes, his cock pulsing inside your pussy making him grip your thighs harder.
“Can't handle it?” you tease, breathless though as his cock fills you to brim and more. He smirks, shifting you a little before he's got you trapped between the wall and his hot body. Your feet dangle by his hips as he draws back and thrusts inside you, leaving you with a fucked out glaze across your eyes.
“What was that baby? Can you handle it?” He asks, voice dipping low as he leans to kiss along your neck whilst your hands begin to scratch up his back in glee.
“Just fuck me, please, please,” you whine though gritted teeth as Juyeon is barely moving.
“I love it when you beg, it's so adorable.” He whispers as he pulls his cock half free of your dripping pussy and slams back in making you arch against the wooden wall with a moan.
Juyeon picks up a steady pace, his fat cock rubbing against your sweet spots again and again. The whole world stops and you let yourself melt into the unrelenting pleasure that spikes up your spine and makes your toes curl.
The wet sound of skin on skin echoes around Juyeon's cabin, your pussy dripping wet down your thighs and each time Juyeon thrusts in his cock comes back shiny and wet. “You're so fucking wet for me.” He growls into your ear, barely able to concentrate on anything but the sensation of having your pussy destroyed.
“Nnng mo-more -” you barely finish your sentence before Juyeon crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans and pleas as he kisses you so hard and feverishly it makes your head spin.
Finally the knot in your stomach begins to unwind fast, Juyeon's hips smacking into yours as he chases after his own orgasm. The kiss gets messy, unable to do much aside from moan and clench your tight pussy around him you lose control of the kiss.
“Come on baby doll, are you gonna cum for me?” He asks, hiking you up further on the wall before you squeak thinking he's going to drop you. You catch the rippling sight of his abs tensing as he thrusts inside you. His chest and neck damp with sweat as he continues to rail you against the wall till you nearly scream.
“Juyeon!” you cry, thighs shaking and trying to snap shut as you cum from his cock. Your eyes roll slightly, nails digging into his skin of his back as you're fucked through it.
“Just like that, fuck you're so pretty when you cum,” he groans, holding you close as he pumps his cock faster inside your gushy walls, moaning into your neck and tasting your sweat as he kisses and suckles another mark of his own under your jaw.
“Inside, want you - cum inside~” you beg, pussy spasming around his dick before he slams as deep as he can go and cums.
Your pussy seems to milk him dry, the noise leaving your throat as he fills you up is one of the hottest things Juyeon's ever heard as he pants against your skin. His cock softens and after a moment he pulls free making you wince.
Your mind is reeling, foggy and high as Juyeon you away from the wall and to his bed where he cuddles you up.
“Are you okay, doll?” He whispers and you nod.
“Never came so hard before, from just dick.” You giggle.
“I told you you'd be getting a cream pie later,” he muses and you slap his arm as he chuckles.
After a brief moment of silence, you sigh. Things would go back to normal now, like this never happened.
“What's on your mind, baby?” He asks, his eyes gazing into yours as he cups your face.
“You look like you're going to cry…did I hurt you?” He frets, immediately trying to find what hurts when you shake your head and sniffle.
“We're… the cruise ends in four days.”
Juyeon's eyes flick to yours and he embraces you to his chest as you sniffle and nuzzle further into him, regardless of the messes between your thighs.
“We'll figure it out …”
And figure it out Juyeon does.
After spending four days together like a proper newly formed couple; you took advantage of the cruise's offerings and made it the best four days of your life. You swam in the pool after hours and watched the moon dip behind the clouds. You found yourselves at the dance area where you nearly got sent out for making out in the corner only for Juyeon to pull you onto the deck and resume his love for you. Juyeon found a spot for you both to cuddle and listen to the odd audiobook you've kept for the flight home, where Juyeon got playful and tickled you till your face felt red as a cherry.
But now you're standing at the end of the line for your flight. Your bags and suitcase being put onto the plane as you watch out for any signs of Juyeon.
He finds you, his own bags behind him as he comes over, losing his place in his line.
“Baby…” he whispers, pulling you into his chest as you cry. “I love you.” He whispers, kissing your head gently all over as you sniffle.
“Flight 209, boarding now.”
“That's my plane. Hey hey; it's going to be okay, doll. I promise -”
“Am I ever going to see you again?” You ask, voice wet with tears flooding your cheeks. Juyeon's thumbs brush them away with a soft smile.
“Sooner than you think,” he murmurs, kissing you ever so softly but before you can even say it back, he's gone.
Sooner than you think .
You didn't realise what he meant till you landed home. As you wait to get through security with teary eyes and puffy cheeks you gaze around the airport quietly. Gathering your bags you follow your family through the busy area, just wanting to go home and sob into your bed till you pass out.
“Ah, Miss Yn?” you hear an officer call you and you stop in your tracks. You wave your family on, not wanting to let them wait. You walk over with a soft but upset smile.
“Hello, is something wrong? My passport and things are in my bag.” You say, your voice cracked a bit still. The office shakes his head.
“We got a message regarding your flight, it seems like someone is picking you up at the end of entrance 2, that's all.” You tilt your head in confusion but you thank him and walk towards where he points you to.
Sitting at the waiting area is a man with two boba drinks in his hands and as you get closer you smile.
Lee Juyeon was certainly a man worthy of more than just a summer romance.
⚠️! Warnings: drinking alcohol / bar setting in the beginning. Younghoon is shy and sweet makes him easy for vampire targets. Blood drinking / biting. Sex - riding, breast play, cock stroking, teasing and pet names "baby boy" "sweetie" "baby doll".
Word count: 3k
Scene: Younghoon tags along to a bar where he feels out of place. Good thing a vampire takes interest in him and shows him a good time. All consensual!!
📝 - thank you to @tbzhub who helped me with this one, you're a star and if I could I'd kiss you 😘 thank you for not letting me give up on this one lol
“Is this seat taken?" A voice calls from beside Younghoon who has been idly watching the dance floor from afar with an empty expression.
The club wasn't his scene. In fact, Younghoon had hoped to get out just as quickly as they got in but his friend Hyunjae was having the time of his life getting his dick wet on the dance floor. The man had no shame, grinding on a piece of eye candy that Younghoon couldn't care less about.
His gaze snaps to his right to see a beautiful woman beside him with two glasses of, he guess, vodka.
"Ah, no it's not taken." He voices loudly over the booming music.
"Can I sit? Are you going back to someone later?" The woman asks, her low hanging black dress hugging her body nicely but Younghoon's eyes can't stop gazing at her face.
Adorable freckles dot her cheekbones and along her nose, his eyes roam around more and the other thing that is striking is the bold red lipstick she's sporting. Red lips and a black dress, Younghoon worries he might be in for a night.
"Ah, no really. Just making sure my friend doesn't go off the rails," he answers finally, eyes settling on the way she smiles. And in a brief second, Younghoon catches a glimpse of … fangs?
“You can sit, yeah.” He says with a soft smile of his own.
Dazzling, almost.
"I've been there~ your friend no chance the guy that's trying to get it on on the dance floor?" She sticks her thumb back behind her and Younghoon follows it to see Hyunjae exotically dancing with a woman of his choice. If he didn't have his leather pants on, it generally looked like he was fucking her.
"Yeah, that's Jae alright. I'm Younghoon, the sober one," he tries to make a crass joke, forcing a little smile to the woman who sips her own drink and sits down next to him of all people.
"Yn. It's nice to meet you, Younghoon. So, do you come here often to watch your friend get laid?" The woman, Yn, asks with a cocky eyebrow.
"You like watching, then?" And if Younghoon still had his drink, he would've spat it all out on the tiled floor.
"No no it's not like that! I just, damn. You are something else miss Yn," he admits, leaning back on the couch a little more.
"No shame, I like being watched too, if you know what I mean," Yn's voice is sultry, like silk washing over his brain for a moment. For another moment, the tips of her fangs flash in his field of view.
In his flannel hoodie shirt, Younghoon felt hot under her gaze.
But then again it could just be the hot atmosphere of the club.
He does know what she means but still, he was sure something like this would be awkward. Especially since they don't know each other.
"We could change that, you know? Get to know each other more. Are you sure you don't want a drink with me, Younghoon?" Yn asks crossing her leg over the other giving Younghoon ample time to see her cute legs under the dress and he quickly reprimanded himself.
But then Younghoon finds himself nodding a little.
"Y-yeah. Just one, though."
"Just one coming right up baby doll!" Yn chirps, getting up and heading over to the bar again and this time Younghoon can't take his eyes off her. The gentle sway of her hips as she walked was adorable, and if he listened hard enough he could hear the clack of her heels which made him jolt slightly. But 'baby doll' had something swimming in his gut. Something he can't place.
It was like the world faded around him for a moment. Enthralled by this woman that Younghoon couldn't tell was bad news or someone to hold on to.
But then, why should Hyunjae have all the fun? He's a man, a gentleman, he can get laid if he wants to.
"Here, a martini okay?" Yn's voice echoes inside his ears as he snaps back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah that's good, I like their martinis here," he replies hoping he didn't sound too dry.
"Fruity right? Here - "
Yn takes her slice of lime and prettily adds it to his drink once he had gotten hold of it. He cracks a smile, shyness taking over his body.
He takes a sip with a soft hum, sweetness overloading his taste buds.
"Thank you, I don't think anyones bought me a drink before," he murmurs, hoping she didn't hear him in a way. How much of a loser would he look like saying that?
"I'd buy you all the drinks if I could," she remarks back and Younghoon arches a brow.
"I think it's cute, buying a drink for a man. Weirdly empowering too. For me anyway," Yn adds on and Younghoon can't help but wonder what she means. For him, buying a woman a drink was challenging - should he get gins and tonics or wines? Something more fruity like the martini in his hand or heavy like a beer or cider?
"You're thinking too much, doll, something on your mind?"
"Ah um sorry, it's not usually me getting to talk to girls, usually it's Jae,"
"Well, Jae isn't here. Is this a way of you asking me to take you home?" Yn is slick, Younghoon can see it from a mile away and it makes his stomach flip. His mouth goes dry for a second before he finishes his drink.
"I don't see why not, it could be fun," he muses, trying to act all confident when really he's shaking in his boots with a mixture of anxiety and hope. "Might have to get me another drink then, liquid courage and all that," he adds and Yn smirks.
You had taken a chance on the man, Younghoon seemed perfect for what you wanted. A drink and some fun as he puts it.
His face gives him a look of confidence and charms but he acts like he's never gotten a girl before. You hope to change that.
"Come on baby doll, my place isn't far if you really want it," you tease, standing in front of him before Younghoon leans forwards.
"If? I don't think I want to lose this invite, lead the way miss,"
And oh so polite it makes your head thrum with possibilities. You wonder what he'll be like behind closed doors - better yet for you to sink your teeth into him.
You reach your hand out for him to take and this is the first real test.
His hot hand slides into your and he squeezes you gently. "Are you always this cold?" He asks, as you pull him towards the exit door.
"Mm? Oh yeah, stupid circulation issues that's all," you lie, swinging your hands together as if you're not about to drain the man dry in more ways than one.
From his outfit, straight cut jeans and the hoodie flannel makes you wonder if he's really a bad boy under all that. But cute.
"Maybe I can help warm you up," Younghoon says with a soft smile that you find is just enough of a smirk that doesn't feel out of his character. A character you'll know for a night.
"Maybe, that's if you're going all the way," you tease, walking ahead of him a little and pulling him along as you twirl on the sidewalk letting Younghoon hold your hand and guide you through it.
"You're gorgeous," he whispers, and you're pretty sure you were supposed to hear but what can you say? A vampire always looks gorgeous.
As you continue walking you hear his heart pulse jump, as if the realisation of what's happening is actually happening and you find it utterly adorable.
"Mmm, make yourself at home," you say, unlocking your front door and walking to your kitchen to pour out some wine. He did say he wanted liquid courage. Who are you but a fantastic host?
"Nice place, it's cosy," you hear Younghoon from your living room, no doubt snooping around but as you enter you see him sitting on your leather couch with his hands neatly in his lap.
Obedient, you think with a sly smirk.
You give Younghoon a glass of red wine, watching the man sip with a soft hum before you slowly move onto his lap making Younghoon's hand fly to your hips as your dress rides up.
"I don't think you're here to compliment my interior design but thank you," you whisper, trailing a black acrylic nail along his jaw as his eyes widen and a blush creeps up his cheeks. You coo, stroking the side of his face. You lean back and down the glass of wine with him before setting the glasses on the table.
"This okay, baby doll?" You ask, feeling warmth bloom into your crotch as his jeans struggle to hide his tent.
Younghoon is at a loss for words as you plop yourself in his lap. His eyes meet yours in a moment of silence he swallows any self doubt. You took him home. That's enough for him to think you chose him.
"Yes. It's okay, it's more than okay actually," he answers, settling his hands on her hips trying to keep his eyes on yours.
Yn is so cold it made Younghoon panic when they had linked hands earlier. A circulation issue? Now that he was looking at your face more intimately he realised you're almost ghostly. Your eyes shine but he isn't sure if those were real or contacts.
Your hand cups his jaw, tilting him up to look at you again and you smile. "You can touch me." You say, and Younghoon is awfully sweet about where he places his hands next.
"So, a circulation issue?" He asks suddenly, and it's like a switch goes off in your brain. He either knows or he's just walking too close to the answer.
"Hmm, do you really want to know?" You ask, trailing an acrylic nail down the side of his chin and Younghoon's eyes fall to your lips.
There again, two gleaming fangs sit in place of your K9s. They're so sharp Younghoon bets he'd cut his tongue.
“I think I know.” He whispers, despite his brain telling him there's no way.
You shift, cupping his sweet face again and he leans into your cold touch.
You lock eyes for a brief moment before you dip down and test the waters. Your lips ghosting on his, a swipe of your tongue there, a little lick here on the corner of his mouth before Younghoon lifts up and kisses you square on the mouth.
You hum, eyes shutting and Younghoon presses up further to kiss you harder, lips locking and the slight noise of lips smacking sound in your ears. You smile a little, opening your mouth and his tongue delves inside. He can taste the many shots of vodka on your tongue, not disgusted by it but rather keen to kiss you again. Do he does, and as he does his hands roam your waist and squeeze your hips gently as your own hands disappear into his lock of hair and tug gently.
“Someone's getting needy,” you whisper before your voice is devoured by another kiss, laid with spit and teeth. Younghoon’s tongue finds its way in, brushing against your fangs and he's confused for a split second before he pulls back and smirks softly.
“I guess liquid courage does something,” he murmurs back to your tease before his hands roam around your hips and ghost over your clothed breasts.
The way your dress rides up more and more with the movement makes him feel fuzzy, he dips his hands down to smooth over the cool skin of your thighs before your hand stops him. You pull at his hands to come around you to find the zip at the back of your dress and Younghoon is slow as he drags it down. The front of your dress falls away, the black lace bra underneath making his cock throb in his pants.
You let out a breath as he slowly moves to push the straps off your shoulders wordlessly. The flimsy fabric pools between you and you tease your bottom lip with your fangs as you raise your hips to let him slide the dress off your hips and legs.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous ~” he whispers, black lace panties matching your bra and you shiver at how hot Younghoon's hands are.
“You're a little overdressed baby,” you smirk, straddling him and undoing the buttons on his shirt slowly, your cold hands ghosting over his pecs making the man sigh.
You take your time, letting Younghoon oogle you all his wishes as you push his shirt open and off his shoulders. Your hands dip down his chest, feeling his pulse throb under your palm as he bites his lip. Still shy, you think as your hand goes lower to finally cup his aching bulge.
“Poor baby ~ so hard for me, hm?” You coo, stroking his bulge affectionately before pulling at his zip and hiking his pants down. You stand briefly, panties sticky with your wetness, pulling his pants away and Younghoon goes beat red as you peel away his briefs.
“So pretty~” you tease, straddling him once more now that he's bare, hand around his cock stroking him to full hardness making Younghoon moan.
He looks so pretty like this. His cock red at the tip and pulsing under your touch as you tease his head with your thumb, earning you a jolt.
“Fuck…” he moans, loving the cool touch before he reached and unclasps your bra with nimble fingers. You arch a brow at how easily he pulls it free and his hands begin to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples making you mewl.
“Can I ride you baby~? Would you like that?” You whisper, leaning forwards to kiss along his jaw, your free hand still on his naked chest.
“Y-yes, yes I'd love that Yn, please. Want to make you feel good too,” he whines under you and you squeeze his cock gently to hear him moan.
“Take my panties off baby boy. Slowly.” You order, spreading your thighs on his lap and his hands immediately shoot down to the hem of your lace. He whimpers, trailing a figure along your damp covered slit before hooking his fingers under the hem and pulling it away. A thin line of wetness connects your pussy to your panties and Younghoon has never felt so pussy hungry in his life.
Pulling them down your legs, you smirk at the fucked out look in his eye as you stroke his cock once more before lining him to your entrance.
Sinking down on his cock you gasp at the stretch, pussy so slick and ready you moan loudly.
“Oh fuck~ you're so tight baby, you're so tight.” He pants, grabbing your hip and trying hard not to buck his hips forwards and drive his aching cock inside you.
“Oh fuck, shhh baby boy,” you quiet him with a hot kiss as you sink lower till he bottoms out. The kiss is passionate and hot, messy at best as his hands find your breasts once more and squeezes them gently. Your own hands tangle in his hair finally, pulling him up to kiss him harder. Panting into his mouth and rocking your hips to test the water makes Younghoon keen loudly. His lips kiss bitten and swollen from your attack, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you rock on him slowly.
“Oh fuck you're so good, so wet,” he moans as you pull free.
“Doing so good for me, your cock is so big~” you tease, grinding down with a giggle as Younghoon's eyes nearly roll back to his skull.
“Feeling good baby? How's this?” You whisper, kissing down his neck as you raise your ass and slam yourself down on his cock at a faster pace. Younghoon is captured and he doesn't want to be let go, cock surrounded by tight heat and the delicious friction makes him so loud he would've been embarrassed.
His hands fall from your breasts to hold your waist to help you lift up and drop down, moaning as you suckle a bruise on his neck before your mouth at the rushing pulse of blood under his skin. You can't help yourself, you want him so bad.
You cradle his head in your hands, fucking yourself on his heavenly cock as you bite your mark on his pulse point. The rush of blood makes your pussy contract around the cock that's slowly beginning to chase after you. Younghoon gasps at the overall pinch before his hips get a mind of their own and begin to buck upwards, drilling his cock deep inside your pussy with a wet squelch.
“Fuck fuck oh just like that ~” you moan as you detach your fangs and lick the wound, pussy spasming and you're so close it hurts.
Younghoon grabs your ass and babbles a little, a slur of words skin to ‘oh fuck’ and ‘yes give it to me,’ pass by your ears as you lean back a little and ride his dick like it's the last thing you'll do.
Younghoon sees white behind his eyes as he slams up as deep as he can do and shivers, cumming inside your pussy with a drawn out moan. Just in time for you to shake and moan though your orgasm yourself, pussy spasming and milking Younghoon for all he's worth. Your cum leaks down your thighs and against Younghoon, the man twitching and gasping for air from the sex that just stole his breath away.
He feels dizzy, a little loopy too as he reaches to touch the side of his neck only for you to catch his hand and kiss the mark.
You whisper sweet praise, letting Younghoon come down from the high as you lick the droplet of blood there and coo.
“Did such a good job, baby,” you whisper, holding him close to yourself and glaring at the offending rays of light beginning to show through your window.
“Mmm…yn? Did you…bite me?” He asks, voice confused and wrecked from how loud he was moaning his head off.
You smile, touching his bottom lip and kissing him briefly. And for whatever reason, Younghoon just smiles back. He leans and kisses you again gently, holding onto your cold body as the daytime sinks through the curtains and his mind goes fuzzy.
When he wakes, he's in bed alone. His sheets are cold and he's even more confused when he remembers he was taken to your place. How did -
“Afternoon sleepy head,” your voice rings out from the doorway, dressed in his shirt from the club and your hair loose. He sits and the wave of an emotion floods over him as he smiles and welcomes you inside.
“Didn't realise vampires know how to fuck so good,” he murmurs as you plot yourself in his lap again.
“Maybe you need to open your horizons,there's a lot more I can do baby boy ~” Yn smirks, and Younghoon gazes into your empty eyes before smiling.
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