Would you consider, if future Yixing fics not having him use the term Jagi or Jagi-ah? You know, since he’s not a Korean and would more likely use the term “baobei” since he’s Chinese (unless I suppose the reader in the story is meant to be a Korean.). Just a thought.
Hey hun. Thank you for the feedback! We’ll make sure to fix that and make sure we don’t do that anymore. Honestly, it’s cringey to us too when we see that so we’ll fix it right away. ~M
Would you consider, if future Yixing fics not having him use the term Jagi or Jagi-ah? You know, since he's not a Korean and would more likely use the term "baobei" since he's Chinese (unless I suppose the reader in the story is meant to be a Korean.). Just a thought.
Hey hun. Thank you for the feedback! We’ll make sure to fix that and make sure we don’t do that anymore. Honestly, it’s cringey to us too when we see that so we’ll fix it right away. ~M
Members: Kyungil x Male reader
Type: Fluff, Smut
Length: 917
~Admin RatedM
You walk into the restaurant with him, hand in hand. You have been on so many dates with him, but still you manage get slightly nervous. Your boyfriend Kyungil looks at you and smiles. He squeezes your hand as the waiter leads you both to your reserved table. Once you both sit and have ordered your food, he takes your hand again and looks into your eyes. He kisses your hand softly, still holding his gaze with your eyes. And you can’t help but blush shyly, looking away, unable to handle what he’s doing to you. He chuckles at your cuteness, and leans over to kiss your lips sweetly.
The people around you can be overheard commenting about how cute the two of you are, causing you to blush even more. Dinner arrives, the two of you dive in, enjoying your meals and sharing sweet and light conversations until the end of dinner.
The two of you are heading back home, your hand back in his. His thumb is tracing small shapes on your hand, leaving you in a state of sweet bliss. You get to your shared home, and he runs around the car to open the door for you. You both laugh at his cheesiness. Once you’re inside, he quickly locks the door and takes your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing, when he turns around and holds your face in his hands, kissing you passionately.
Breath caught in your throat, you melt into the kiss, grabbing onto his shirt to keep him close. He presses against you, and you can feel him hardening against you. You moan into the kiss, and he moans back. Kyungil slowly takes off your jacket and shirt, taking his time as he feels on your body. You take the opportunity to do the same to him, running your hands over his beautiful, toned torso. He traps your lips in between his teeth, making you whine loudly. He inserts his tongue in your mouth, tasting every inch of you.
He starts working on your pants, loving how much his touches affect you. He can feel how hard you’re getting for him, and he smiles into the kiss. He palms your cock softly, and you gasp at the sudden feeling. Rubbing you through your boxers, you’re moaning into the kiss, trying to control yourself.
“Let it go baby,” he whispers in your ear before biting on your earlobe.
He pushes you softly, leading you to the bed. Laying you down, he starts kissing down your body. He leaves marks all over for you to admire tomorrow. Still palming you, you’re growing restless, whining for him. He kisses your nipples, and plays with them softly. Kyungil reaches your pelvis, and leaves a mark on each of your hip bones.
Slowly pulling down your boxers with his teeth, he looks at you with what could only be described as love mixed with hunger in his eyes. He throws your boxers onto the floor and takes his time admiring your body. He kisses up your thighs, and slowly takes your shaft in his hand.
A long and beautiful moan leaves your lips, music to his ears. He kisses your tip and licks a long stripe from the base to the tip of your cock. Slowly, he takes your entire cock in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. You’re now a moaning mess, hands grabbing handfuls of his hair. The feeling of you pulling on his hair makes him moan against your cock, sending vibrations through you. You let out a choked moan, and you come in his mouth. He swallows all of your cum, rubbing your thighs slowly.
Kyungil looks at you with fire in his eyes as he wipes his mouth clean.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he says, his voice raw as he caresses your face.
You lean into his hand, and he leans down to kiss you. He grabs the bottle of lube you two keep in the drawer, and he coats his hard on slowly, hissing at the feeling. He pours some on your hole, making you gasp. Slowly, he guides himself, tip teasing you. You’re whining for him, begging him to fuck you. He kisses you lovingly as he enters you slowly. Steadily. Your whines get louder as you adjust to his cock.
He soothes you with little kisses all over your neck. “It’s okay, baby. I got you, baby. God, you’re so fucking tight.”
Once you’re adjusted, he moves slowly, letting you get used to the pain and pleasure. He holds your hands in his, kissing your neck and collar bones as he makes sweet love to you. He hits your spot over and over, making you moan out his name. He moans back, loving the feeling of your tight hole taking him so well. His pace is steady, slow but hard, making you go crazy.
You’re so close to coming, and he knows it. He pumps your cock slowly, making you practically scream his name. His moans get louder, pace becoming unsteady. He smashes his lips onto yours as you both come. He rides out your highs, before pulling out slowly. He gets up and gets a warm wash cloth, cleaning you up.
After tossing it away, he lays next to you. He pulls you against him, and massages your body lovingly. He kisses your neck, and whispers in your ear.
You’re lying on your bed as your boyfriend Taekwoon enters your shared apartment. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen your boyfriend, him being on tour with his band. You practically throw the book you were reading across the room and leap out of bed towards the living room. You turn the corner and see him, your beautiful Taekwoon, also known as Leo by his fans. “My beautiful Leo,” you chime as you hug him tight.
“Ah, Jagi…I told you not to call me that,” he whines as he covers his face.
“Hey! Don’t cover that beautiful face! I already had to live without it for two weeks! You’re not going to keep me from seeing it again!” you playfully tease as you pull his hands away. He holds you tight, laughing into the crook of your neck.
“I’ve missed you Jagi.”
You hug him tight.“And I’ve missed you.”
“Really? How much?” he questions teasingly. You pull away from his embrace and look him in the eyes.
“Let me show you.”
You take him to your shared room and begin to kiss him passionately. His hands are all over you, moving up and down your sides as you run your hands through his hair. You push him slightly until his legs hit the bed. He sits down as he watches you slowly undress, shaking his head as you tease him with your hips. You walk up to him and kiss him sweetly, hands in his hair as you straddle him. You move your hands down to his front and pull off his shirt swiftly, reattaching your lips with his once it’s off. Moving down to his neck, he gasps as your lips start to leave marks. Taekwoon has his hands on your waist, rubbing your sides as you continue to mark him up. You take your time, wanting to show him just how beautiful you know he is. He lays back and shuts his eyes, unable to handle the feeling of your lips all over him. You reach his chest, and run your nails softly over his torso. You smirk as you see the muscles contract, and you lean down to give each of his collarbones a lovebite. He groans softly, and you use all your strength not to moan at the beautiful sounds leaving his mouth. You leave marks all over his chest, your hands rubbing where your lips aren’t touching.
You want to feel all of him; you want to take in all of his beauty like you feel he deserves. You tease his nipples, and his hands instantly go to your sides, hands grabbing onto your waist tightly. You take one in between your teeth and gently pull, a soft moan leaving his mouth in response. Your hips buck against his without warning, and you both let out a long, strained moan. You move further down, and once your reach the v of his stomach, you freeze. You look at him as you lower your head down, eyes still on his face as you leave a small mark on his hip bone. He whines and a hand moves to your hair, petting you softly. You make sure to leave a mark on his other one, knowing how sensitive he is there. He’s getting impatient, but he knows not to say anything when you get like this. You rarely take control, but when you do, you take your time. You make sure he feels everything you feel for him. You make sure he knows how much you love him and his beautiful body. You slowly pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. He hisses at the cold air rushing to his cock, and you can’t help but stare as it bounces off his stomach. You kiss up his thighs, making sure to leave plenty of love bites on each of them. He’s getting needier by the minute, but you can’t help it. You love his body too much. You want to feel him all the time, and knowing you can’t, you try to make the most of the time you do have with him.
Finally, you take his cock in your hand, closing your eyes as you hear him let out a long and whiny moan. His voice is music to your ears, even when he’s not singing, you can’t get enough of it. His singing voice is almost as arousing and as beautiful as his moans. You kiss the tip of his cock, and he lets out another whine. You look Taekwoon in the eyes as you let him into your mouth. He props himself on his elbows, moving your hair to one side so he can see what you’re doing. You sink lower and lower until he hits the back of your throat, and you can’t help but let a moan slip. The vibrations are too much for him; he grabs a hold of your hair tightly as he moans loudly. You move, bobbing your head up and down on him, letting your tongue run against the underside of his dick. Curses and moans are spilling from his plump lips over and over, your name coming out every now and then. You moan again on his cock as he hits the back of your throat again, loving the feeling of him in your mouth.
“Jagi..Jagi please..stop,” he whines. You let him out of your mouth with a pop, and he doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath before he pulls you by your hair to crash his lips onto yours. You moan against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to lay you down on your back. He runs a hand down your body, landing in between your legs. He makes sure you’re wet enough before teasing your entrance with his cock. You whine against his lips, and wrap your arms around his back to brace yourself. He slowly enters you, the both of you moaning so deliciously. Taekwoon’s head falls back, his mouth open and his eyes shut tight. He opens his eyes to look right into yours. You’re in such a trance that you can’t even let out a moan. His stare is so intense, so full of love and lust, you can’t look away. He unwraps your arms around him, and takes your hands in his as he starts to move. You wrap your legs around his waist, making him go deeper. Moans are spilling from your lips as he makes love to you so right. He leans down and kisses your neck, making sure to get the spot right behind your ear. He moves down to your collarbones, giving you the same love bites that you gave him. He can’t help but chuckle as you gasp at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.
He leaves marks and bites everywhere he can reach, but before you both know it, you reach your highs together. You both moan loudly, your names leaving each other’s lips. He rests his forehead against yours as he rides out your highs. “I love you so much.”
You take his head in your hands, making him look into your eyes. “I love you too.” Taekwoon smashes his lips on yours, wrapping his arms around you tight. He pulls out slowly, hissing as you whine at the loss. He gets up and grabs the towel that’s conveniently waiting for him on the night stand, cleaning up the both of you soon after. He lays down next to you, pulling you to his chest, your wrap an arm around his waist as he does the same to you, unable to be away from you for one more second. He kisses you sweetly as you fall asleep against his chest, thinking of how lucky you are to be with someone as beautiful as him.
“Is everything okay?” You hear Jiyong’s velvet deep voice ask you as he lightly squeezes your hand, gently bringing you back to reality.
You two decided to take a break from your busy lives and drive out to the coast.
Now walking along the shoreline, you breathe in the salt air and find some sort of bliss.
Your hand in his, fingers perfectly intertwined while his thumb traces light lines back and forth on your skin.
His touch has formed such a familiar groove in you, making you feel at home while also making you feel a cold feeling of loss when he’s not around.
All the sounds of passersby, of the ocean’s waves streaming in, and of toddlers and their light shrieks when their feet kiss the cool edge of the ocean water had subsided as you began to lose yourself in your own thoughts and worries.
Jiyong always knew when something was slightly off.
You were his favorite book to read.
Every page of you was something new and different.
Never predictable.
But even then, he always knew the little cues and ticks that, to any other person, would seem normal but to you and him were different.
He stops the both of you in your path, the cool ocean water grazing at both your feet.
Jiyong looks at you with his warm and gentle eyes, and you try looking at him but instead find yourself fixated on a boat out in the horizon, wondering where they were headed.
While also wishing you could be on that boat sailing off into oblivion.
Jiyong never broke his gaze from you.
He watched you in sweet admiration.
Knowing something was wrong, he wanted you to invite him into your headspace.
See, Jiyong was the silent type.
Always keeping to himself.
Humbled,
open,
calm,
Topped off with a sprinkle of fearlessness, a willingness to push the barriers and sweet sense of adventure.
When he spoke, he always managed to say the right things to you.
He was simply that perfect person you needed in your life.
Sometimes too perfect.
“Nothing, really,” you finally manage to say with the tone of your voice sounding anything but convincing.
He brings his hand up to the strands of hair flying cross your face and brushes them out of your eyesight.
Tucking the loose strands behind your ear, his eyes pierce straight into you.
You’re warm, but it’s not from the heat of the sun’s rays.
His stare is all too comforting, but all too intimidating.
Knowing how powerful his stares are, Jiyong has no intention of breaking his tender gaze from you.
You roll your eyes, breaking the stare and put your freehand against his chest, playfully pushing him backwards.
In response, Jiyong leans back, bringing you along with him.
You’re now wrapped up, warmly in his arms as his fingers squeeze you and twirls little circles into your body.
His chin rests on top of your head, and you swear the only thing you can hear now is the rhythm of his increasing heartbeat.
Nothing else but Jiyong’s beautiful melody.
He kisses your head before swaying softly with the motions of the wind.
“Jiyong,” you finally manage. Your voice half strained from trying to hold back a sea of emotions that could drown out the ocean next to you and Jiyong.
He gives you one big squeeze before lifting you up and spinning you in a swift circle sending you into a fit of screams and smiles, yelling for him to put you down.
He spins you around a few more times before he drops the both of you onto the sandy beach floor.
You both erupt in soft laughs and giggles, you look over at your boyfriend and kiss his soft cheek.
He cups the side of your face, and places his lips on yours.
You grow weak of pure bliss at the taste of Jiyong on your lips.
The taste of Love,
Of the salty flavor of the beach,
Of Passion.
“I found it.” You whisper onto his lips.
“What?”
“I found my happiness.” You say before kissing his nose.
He blushes at the innocently sweet gesture and pulls you into his arms.
“It’s about time.” He jokingly responds, causing you to playfully shove him away from you.
You begin to run for the shoreline, and he soon follows you.
And just like that, Jiyong was able to make you feel whole again.
members: Jae (Day6) x Reader
genre: fluff, maybe, hopefully
summary: you and Jae take a break from college to find yourselves on a road trip. this is just a simply, soft story. hopefully you find it sweet and endearing. critiques + thoughts are always welcomed.
count: 2,283
~R
The cool December air nips at your nose, a dark red beanie hugs your head in warmth as you hide the rest of your face behind the over-sized scarf wrapped around you. The winter always leaves you shivering in its bitter and frozen air, but despite that, you had the greatest love and admiration for this season.
A light blanket of snow sticks to the ground in front of you, painting your college campus a beautifully soft winter wonderland. Standing outside your college’s fine arts building, you take in the beauty of the snow-covered courtyard, getting lost in the the scenery.
“Y/N!” A voice calls out, breaking you away from your admiration.
You see your boyfriend standing across the courtyard, calling out to you, with a smile spread across his face. You wave out to him, face still hiding behind your scarf as you watch him make carefully reckless strides in the snow.
His right hand holds his camera while he films his footsteps, the snowy courtyard, then panning the lens over to you, zooming in and focusing on you.
You giggle to yourself as you watch your boyfriend, Jae-hyung, make his way towards you. He likes to do the utmost at times. While some may figure it extra and unnecessary, you give credit to his moxy. As he comes closer, you notice the smile on his face widening.
“You know that’s what these shoveled sidewalks are here for, right?” You tease him as he comes to stand before you, shivering and making some joke about his battle with the snow.
He leans down to kiss your frozen nose while you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him in close to you for a moment.
Jae was your outspoken, kind-hearted boyfriend of two years. He was an aspiring film major, always having a camera in his hands, filming and photographing many places and people.
Your favorite part about him, thought, was his hugs.
His hugs always engulfed you into a sea of warmth, eliciting a soft side about him that he rarely lets show.
Still in his warm embrace you hear him tell you something.
“Let’s drive.” He whispers to you under the whistles of the harsh wind.
Excitement fills your bones, and you eagerly jump up and down in his embrace.
Spontaneous road trips were not uncommon in your day to day lives together. Jae often loved to drive around and find new places to film or photograph. He loved to take you along with him.
It has been a while since both your last adventure together that your excitement fills you to the brim. And as the final week of classes come to an end and the gruesome stress of finals nears, now is a perfect time as any for a road trip with Jae.
You both pack up Jae’s car with a bag of clothes, snacks, and essentials. In the passenger side, you smile ear to ear at your boyfriend as he starts up the car, kissing your cheek before driving off.
The radio plays a series of top 40 songs to which you and Jae sing along to, all completely off key. It’s your typical road trip scene, windows down, loud singing, and the cold, winter air soaring through your hair.
It’s perfect.
The scenery is blanketed in white snow, and the crisp air tingles your nose, it’s borderline unbearable but you don’t want it to end.
Two hours and many road signs later, you and Jae are on a highway, outside of the city limits. The warmth from the car heater keeps you content as you admire your boyfriend and his focus on the road.
As you watch him from the passenger side, your mind travels back to the first time you ever met Jae.
You were in the student lounge area of the fine arts building, waiting for your art history class to start. Being the only one in the lounge you took pleasure in its peacefulness.
As you sat on one of the couches, with your earbuds in, you let the notes from your previous art history lecture cram inside your head as much as possible. This is what happens when you put things off for the last minute.
It was all peaceful, until you looked up to notice a boy focusing his camera on you. His eyes, decorated with his gold, circle glasses and light brown fringe, focused on your image through his lens. He had a soft smile on his face as his eyes flickered with admiration.
Quickly, you returned your focus to your notes, maybe if i ignore him, he’ll get the hint, you thought. Unfortunately, he apparently didn’t take hints very well.
You focused your gaze, looking past his camera and straight at him. “Hey. Can I help you with something?” You asked, slightly annoyed.
“Yeah. I’m trying to focus on you but your constant shifting is just not doing the shot justice. So if you don’t mind, just, stay still, yeah?” He says through a cheeky smirk.
You rolled your eyes, finding no harm in playing along, “how’s this?” You ask, as you place your notes in front of your face and begin to slowly slouch deep into the couch, eventually disappearing from his shot.
“Ha- Ha,” he responds. “Very original, you know,” he says in a monotonous tone, dropping his camera to look at you.
“As original as trying to sneakily film some girl without her knowing. Which, by the way, you failed at the ‘sneaky’ part.”
“Hm, or maybe I just wanted you to finally notice me. And seeing as we are both here it was a perfect time.” He bluntly responds.
“Do we have a class together, or something?” You asked, feeling bad for probably ignoring him and not even noticing him beforehand in one of your classes.
“No class. I’ve just seen you around campus a few times but never knew your name. I had never seen someone as captivating as you around here.”
You blush at the compliment, and from there you two go on to get to know one another. Sarcasm, wit, jokes, and blushing cheeks were all a part of this getting to know you fest between you and Jae. Something had just clicked between you two and you loved how genuine and passionate Jae is about life. He made you feel invincible, and comfortable.
You snap out of your memory and back to the present, in Jae’s car when he steers the car into a last minute turn down a single road off the highway.
“How do you feel about christmas villages, Y/N?” Jae asks.
“Christmas villages?” You ask, turning your head towards the window as Jae drives through the beginnings of a small town.
The two of you end up finding yourself in a small town, decorated in snow, Christmas lights, Christmas trees and pretty much all things Christmas.
The town was coated in colorful decorations, flowing to Christmas music played throughout the streets and filled with the kindest of people. You and Jae were in awe, feeling like you two just stepped into a Christmas movie.
The two of you spent the evening exploring the town, meeting new people, and Jae managed to fulfill his task with a Christmas plethora of footage and photographs.
It was an actual wonderland for the two of you and you couldn’t be happier.
It’s 11pm when you and Jae finally find a sweet little hotel in town to stay the night.
Jae’s excited to look at the shots he’s taken of the day as he goes through his camera. You come up next to him on the bed, snuggling tightly, wrapping the two of you in your blanket, resting your right arm around his shoulder.
“These look so beautiful, babe.” You tell him, nuzzling your head in his neck.
“You want to see my favorite shot of today?”
“Duh!” You exclaim.
Jae pulls up the photo on the camera, and it is a shot of you looking off into the distance at something out of frame. Your eyes are beaming, paired with the softest smile. Jae captured the lighting so perfectly as it lays naturally on your face, illuminating your features.
“You just look so breathtaking,” he tells you, “just like the first day I saw you and everyday since then.” Your eyes fall on Jae as he is admiring the photo of you.
You feel your slow heart beats, pumping ecstasy in your veins. Jae looks so taken aback by you, lost in your beauty and you just can’t believe a boy like him looks at you like you’re a painting that belongs in The Louvre.
But that’s exactly how Jae feels.
According to him, you are a masterpiece, a magnificent work of art and if he could, he would plaster numerous photographs of you in The Louvre and every museum for that matter.
Jae is snapped out of it when he feels your lips on his neck. He leans his head on yours, “Y/N,” he whispers, voice shuttering with chills.
You wrap your hand around his face as you place your lips on his, giving him a kiss so sensual it makes both your heads spin in shared ecstasy.
Jae sets the camera to the side and moves to place you on your back as he hovers over you, lips still attached to yours.
The warmth of your bodies heat up the room, moans and gasps fill the room as the two of you shed each other of your clothes, tossing them to clothed the floor. You and Jae leave each other in heated bliss as your bodies mesh together, flowing and moving to the beat of your hearts.
His hands roam your body, his fingers feel every twitch and pleasure from you as you return the feeling to him. His lips painted parts of your skin in hues of blue and purple. Jae’s hair intertwined with your fingers, as his fingers lost themselves in your hair.
The night was as sensual as it was blissful.
The next morning, you awoke to the sound of kids’ cheerful screams and laughs outside your hotel window.
The bliss of last night still not wearing off just yet. Looking over to the side you look at your sweet boyfriend sleeping naturally. This was the most captivating person in your life.
Feeling like it was his turn to see his beauty you head over to grab Jae’s camera, turning it on and pressing record.
Camera rolling, you look at your boyfriend through the lens. Vulnerable in all his beauty, you let scan his soft body, half-covered and dimly lit by the winter sun. He looks peaceful, his body swaying with rhythms of his breath.
Jae is never in the shots, always behind the camera, but you think he is worth the same attention he gives in his pieces. “Y/N?” you hear his groggy voice call out to you.
“Hmm?”
“I really love you.” He says with soft eyes as they flutter open.
You let the camera continue to roll as Jae turns to you. Your focus has left the camera and is now on your boyfriend as your stomach spins in sweet bliss at his words.
He really makes you feel invincible.
“Okay. Yeah, see now you’re not even focusing this thing right anymore, babe.” He chuckles, breaking the silence as he gets up from bed, taking the camera from your hands.
He kisses your forehead and you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him in tighter.
The morning continues on, as you and Jae pack up his car, preparing to leave the small town and venture back home.
You take Jae’s camera once again to snap a photo of the two of you. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair, kissing your head after you snap the shot.
You both head to his car after Jae has his final shots of the little town. Racing back to the car to beat the dreadful wind, you two stumble in with laughs and random dialogue about the town.
Once settled, Jae starts the car and you two are off. You let the minutes pass while the radio fills the comforting silence between you two.
Moments of the trip replay in your head, and images of Jae begin fill your mind. You always noticed the little things he did, smiling at strangers, picking up random trash off the ground, the way his eyes lit up at any sort of inspiration.
Jae was filled with such a warm heart that could make strangers feel like long time friends, and make a whole room of silent individuals burst into fits of genuine laughter. Then your mind remembers last night and the way he makes you feel like you are the most perfect person for him.
“Hey, Jae,” you call to him. He only hums in response as his focus is on his driving. You pick up his hand that is intertwined with yours, placing a soft kiss on his, “I really love you, too.”
His eyes stayed focused on the road, but all of his concentration is on you and how much happiness you give him. He smiles widely, letting out a soft chuckle before he begins to sing off key with the radio, raising the volume.
You smile, rolling down your window and turning your head towards the open, cool December air.
It’s bitterly cold, but still you let the frosty wind kiss your nose. As unbearable as it may be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Besides, nothing is better than the warmth that Jae gives you.
A/N: this is pretty much all fluff and i think this is a cute concept. i also did not intend for it to be this long… i hope you all like it. xx
~R
The arts had never sparked any pleasurable interest to Yoon Dowoon. He was a year three science major and loved everything about the sciences. He was a fan of it all, from microbiology to organic chemistry. Art history was not in Dowoon’s interest.
Dowoon found art history to be a slight drag and he struggled to get himself even remotely interested in the subject. This was why he absolutely dreaded his Study of Global Arts class this semester. It was a required class for graduation from his Liberal Arts University, meaning Dowoon had no way of getting out of it. He had considered dropping the class but that would just mean he would have to take the class the next semester.
The first day of classes rolled around and he’s already started to talk himself out of attending class. But who knows, maybe it wouldn’t actually be as bad as he made it out to be. Endless talks about paintings and buildings, papers filled with repetitive descriptions of different paintings that look all the same to him… fascinating, right?
He sat at a desk towards the back, waiting for the professor to finish his seemingly endless introduction to the class while his mind returned to the debate on whether this class was really worth taking.
“This class is definitely going to be worth your while, you will not regret art history.” Professor Han said as if he was inside Dowoon’s own mind. Dowoon rolls his eyes at the cheesy line of introduction, I’m betting it won’t be worth my while, he thought to himself.
By the next class day, he found himself closer to the idea of just dropping the class. Maybe he’d be more interested by the next semester anyways. But those thoughts changed the moment the classroom door opened swiftly, interrupting the professor and his unexciting lecture.
All eyes landed on you, the latecomer, and when he saw you, his heart skipped a beat. The debate about the importance of this art history class ended and Dowoon stayed.
“Ah, we have a latecomer here.” Professor Han addresses you with a seemingly deeming tone.
“Right. Sorry, I just registered for this class yesterday.” You shyly admit, finding a seat in the middle of the classroom towards the back.
The professor releases an unimpressed grunt before continuing on with his lecture.
Between the talks of Jackson Pollock and Salvador Dalí, Dowoon’s eyes constantly found themselves glancing your way. He watched the way you gazed at the slides, displaying different art pieces. Your eyes would light up every once in while and he found himself smiling softly at how captivated you were.
Dowoon wanted to be as captivated by the arts as you were. He wanted to talk to you, to be with you and listen to you talk about all the things you love and don’t love. He felt slightly childish for having these thoughts about you after only seeing you for two minutes, but you made him feel different and he liked that.
Several weeks later and Dowoon had tried numerous times at speaking to you. Most times he usually failed, opting for the genuine admiration from afar tactic. He’d talk himself into giving you a simple ‘hi’, but shyness overcame him every time.
You were strikingly beautiful and he wasn’t even sure you’d ever noticed him. After all, the very few times that he’s mustered up the courage to greet you, your gaze always seemed to look past him, interested and focused on something else. So with that, he stayed silent about his feelings, resorting to being the nice guy in your art history class.
Admittedly Dowoon was never really on your radar, he was cute and quiet, often on the timid side but that was all you knew about him. You two never held a proper conversation, but even the simplest of words that were exchanged between you and Dowoon sent his heart into an abyss of happiness. And he was fine with that.
The following week, Professor Han began discussing one of his all-time favorite paintings which sent the entire class into a long-winded lecture from details of the artist to the reasoning behind the use of reds over blues or greens. He lost himself in the narrative of the piece, explaining to you all that this was the actual epitome of art.
Personally, you weren’t really fond of it, yourself. You found it to be one of the lesser exquisite pieces of the renaissance era, and there just wasn’t anything striking about the piece which made this lecture more dreadful than the others. Soon, Professor Han opens up the lecture for a discussion on this unpleasant piece.
A few students ended up repeating Han’s own words, not really sounding like they knew what they were saying but still trying to get on his good side. You kept your eyes on this piece, desperately trying to see what was so profound about the fact that a woman and a man standing in a room holding hands is the epitome of Renaissance art.
“Y/N, what about you? Do you have any input? An interpretation?” Han asks, breaking your concentration, you were screwed.
You tried to follow suit of your other classmates, “Um, the balance of the lines and form of the painting is lovely,” you say with a monotonous and unsure voice. Getting on Han’s good side was the ultimate goal but he wasn’t buying it.
He asks you to try again, to which you simply replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“And why not?” He asks. “This is an art lecture and I’m grading you on participation, Y/N. Go on and please tell me your interpretation of this piece.”
You let the room fill with an uncomfortable silence, hoping he’d just skip right past you but he was not budging. Reluctantly, you comply with his request, sitting up at your desk and preparing yourself as you began.
“Well, to be honest, I don’t really think that this is the ‘epitome of renaissance’, sir. It’s sort of lacking.” You bravely responded.
“And why not?” He asks, slightly offended. Before letting you continue, Professor Han started going on a tangent, talking about art and how it should be appreciated, not disrespected with such a negative insight.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad piece,” you finally manage to say, defending yourself, “I’m just saying that compared to the other works we looked at in this era, this specific one doesn’t seem like it should be the face of the Renaissance. There are other paintings to better define the era.”
You could feel the awkward rage boiling in Professor Han. At this point, he was too one-sided and peeved. He starts to drill you on art, testing your own factual knowledge. None of which were you given a fair chance at answering, he simply wanted to make you feel bad.
At this point, you know he was being an ass, trying to make you look bad and make himself feel better. You normally don’t care for professors disagreeing with you, but Han was relentless and he started to make you feel on edge.
Meanwhile, Dowoon is sitting just a few rows over, feeling completely horrified and sorry for you. Seeing your cheeks turn red and your eyes screaming truce he wanted to say something but would he, was the question.
“Isn’t that the point of an interpretation?” A voice from a few rows over interrupts.
The room quickly falls silent as all eyes are now on Yoon Dowoon.
He swallows the lump in his throat as he notices everyone looking at him in shock. Oh shit, what’d I get myself into? he thought to himself.
Breaking the silence, Dowoon continued, “I mean, isn’t that the point of art in general? That art is subjective and up for different opinions and interpretations. Right?”
“W-well, yes. That’s-that is true.” Slightly shocked to hear Dowoon speaking in class, Professor Han stumbles over his words.
“Or are we all supposed to conform to one line of belief just to please someone?” Dowoon’s mind was begging himself to just stop talking, but his lips kept moving. “Y/N at least offered her opinion, a great one in fact. I agree with her, this painting is pretty mundane and doesn’t seem worthy of being anything but a simple piece found in this era.” Dowoon is about ready to drop into the pits of hell, feeling like that is where he belonged now.
He’s never spoken up against a teacher in a manner like this before and he has certainly never stood up for a girl that he has developed a crush on like this.
Professor Han tries to turn the topic back to the painting, finally agreeing with Dowoon’s words on subjectivity.
The air is thick as the class returns their attention to the lecture, but your attention falls back on Dowoon as you turn to look at him. You feel so relieved and happy that someone had stood up for you, instead of letting you burn at the stake. He looks back at you, smiling at him you mouth a simple ‘thank you’ his way before returning your attention to the lecture.
He had the softest of smiles on his face as he appears so calm and poised, but his heart was on fire on the inside.
A week later, you’re cramming for your midterms in the library when your study session is quickly cut short as you notice Dowoon taking a chair at the other end of your table.
You awkwardly smile at him before returning to your notes, wondering why he chose to sit here and not at any of the other five empty tables around the two of you.
“Hi,” he whispers to you, “I know all these tables look the same, and those five are empty but this one’s actually my favorite spot.” He’s dorky and it’s cute. “So, I hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he chuckles nervously.
You don’t answer him, just sitting there staring back at him, suddenly becoming shy. Dowoon begins to talk to you about God knows what. You don’t really hear a word he’s said to you because you were still too focused on figuring out why you suddenly felt so shy around him.
Quickly you stood up, scrambling to gather your books and dropping a few in the process. He stands up, picking them up and handing them to you with a soft smile. The space between you two suddenly closes, your eyes slowly move up and lock onto his gaze, noticing how soft his features are.
“Thank,” was all you could get out of your mouth before your legs were pulling you away and out of the library. What the hell was that? you thought to yourself. You’d never imagine running away from a boy in a heat of shyness, this was new to you.
Despite the day’s earlier events, you now found yourself being dragged out to some party by your roommate. Arriving at the house party, you noticed your roommate quickly disappeared into the crowd of drunken college students, leaving you standing against a wall. Not in a socializing mood, you decide to keep to yourself on one of the sofas in the living area.
As you sat there watching people drink their weight in alcohol, singing and flirting like no tomorrow, you feel the couch sink in. You’re soon joined by Seungjin, the flirty boy that always likes to hang in your art department.
He has some unpleasantly preconceived notion that he could woo any girl he came across because he was a musician. However, you were one of the few that never really had an interest in him, finding him to be more arrogant than charming which only made him want to pursue you more.
“Y/N! I have missed you, my dear,” a drunken Seungjin tells you, leaning over onto your shoulder.
“That’s very sweet of you, Seungjin.” You tell him, trying to push him off of you but his drunken weight is too much to bear.
“Did you miss me?” He asks, leaning so close to you the smell of vodka burns your nose.
“You know what, not really, Seungjin.” Your voice becomes stern as you pull yourself away and off the couch. You start walking around the house, trying to find a bathroom, a sanctuary to seclude yourself from your drunken classmates.
“Ah, don’t run away so quickly, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” Seungjin drapes his arm over your shoulders, stopping you in the middle of the hallway.
You don’t respond, not even sure of what you could even say to get him to leave you alone so you just gave in and let Seungjin build his drunken ego.
After a few seconds, you feel someone bump into you from behind, “Oh, I’m sorry!” The familiar voice apologizes and your eyes light up when you recognize Dowoon standing in front of you, practically like a knight in shining armor.
“Oh! Y/N!” His smile spreads across his face and he’s hoping you can’t see how fast his heart is beating through his shirt at this moment.
“Hey, dude. Watch it next time, yeah? You almost knocked my girl out my hands.” Seungjin says as his drunken body leans closer to yours. You’re still trying to push him off of you but to no avail, he keeps his grip tight.
“Oh really? Looks to me like she’d rather be in a pile of dirt right now than in your arms.” Dowoon states, eyeing you. Seungjin, clearly offended, rolls his eyes at Dowoon and attempts to walk away with you in his arm.
“Can’t you see she’s clearly not okay with this?” Dowoon asks, looking at you, making sure you’re okay.
“And what would you know? Who even are you anyways?” Seungjin asks, leaning towards Dowoon but his arm becomes heavier around you, pulling you into him.
Another wave of confidence filled Dowoon as he was now determined to get this buzzed jerk away from you.
“Alright, man. Just lay off,” Dowoon tells Seungjin, pulling him away from you as Seungjin starts to resist. Lucky for him, Seungjin wasn’t really as heavy to Dowoon as he was to you.
Seungjin stumbles back a few steps from you huffing and puffing with frustrated anger. Before Seungjin could even react, two girls call out his name taking his attention away from you two.
Dowoon takes this moment to steal you away, leading you out to the front porch of the house.
“So, are you okay, Y/N?” Dowoon asks you, chuckling at the incident that just happened. “You know, I never thought of Seungjin as such a lightweight.”
“Y-yeah, he was what, three beers in and already a basket case.” Your voice was low and he moved closer to hear your voice. The smell of his sweet cologne softly stinging your nose.
You two share a few laughs with each other and it was beautiful to hear his laugh ring in your ears. “Okay, well, be careful, Y/N. I gotta go.” Dowoon squeezes your arm, leaving you with a warm smile.
You find yourself frozen, yet again, and at a loss for words around him. Before you can manage a ‘thank you’, he was already gone.
The next few days were pretty calm, leaving you plenty of time to let your mind wander. And the funny thing is, your mind always seemed to linger around Dowoon. You just didn’t know much about him, yet he practically saved you twice, and that slight mystery made you more intrigued by him.
He was a sweet guy with kind eyes and his soft curled dark hair complemented his face beautifully. His smile, the most beautiful part of him, radiates in your mind so perfectly. And there goes your heart, beating hastily at the thought of him.
Little did you know, Dowoon’s mind was occupied by the thoughts of you and whether you think about him the way he thinks about you. Do you get the same little butterflies when he crosses your mind? Does your heart skip a beat every time you think about his smile? Because that’s the way he feels every moment you appear in his mind.
His brain tells him to let you go, that he never had you and he doesn’t think you are interested in him. But his heart pushes him to keep going because when you’re with him, it all feels right and he hopes that you feel it too.
Do you feel it?
It’s Wednesday morning, you’re walking through campus, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the thought of seeing him. You wanted to talk to him, to be with him and see what this feeling really is.
Just as you’re thinking about what you’d say, you find him sitting in the campus courtyard, his dark hair moving with the rustles of the winds. He looks radiant, and you do feel it.
He’s sitting there at a small picnic table, eyes peeled to his book in front of him. You begin to walk towards him, and take a seat at the opposite end of him on his table, fingers tapping the tabletop until you get his attention. He looks up at you, eyes widening in sweet surprise, he didn’t expect you to be sitting at his table.
“I know all these tables look the same but this one happens to be my favorite.” You joke, repeating the same line that he told you in the library a few weeks ago.
You watch as his smile reveals his cute white teeth and his eyes sparkle different hues of brown under the sun’s light.
Bashful and with rosy cheeks, Dowoon gestures his hand towards the seat in which you’ve already taken, “this is a really great table, you chose a perfect one.”
Smiling back at him, you let the silence build, watching the way he shifts nervously in his seat. “You know, I never got a chance to thank you for the night at the party. Seungjin just doesn’t understand that some people may not favor his ego.”
Your hand reaches forward to touch his hand resting on the table and all of his focus directs towards the warm feeling of your hand on his.
“Y-yeah, you’re welcome. It’s really no problem. It was pretty much the highlight of that night.” He chuckles nervously. His laugh intoxicates your ears in all the best ways. Dowoon looks away all too quickly and you’re smiling at the way he looks so incredibly shy.
“Would you like to get some coffee together? There’s a shop around the corner that most people don’t really know about, but it is the best place. Hands down.” You ask him.
Dowoon quickly agrees and the butterflies flutter in your stomach as Dowoon’s heart beats through his chest.
It’s such a sweet and cute rest of the day for you and Dowoon as you both find yourselves at this rustic coffee shop. No matter how cliche this moment felt, your heart couldn’t stop beating. He was too cute, too soft, and quiet. His silence makes you wonder what the thoughts are that fill his mind. What gets his heart fluttering, what are his deepest desires, what does he admire most, and does he ever think about you?
“So, what’s your major?” You asked. You still didn’t know much about him, other than his name and that he’s basically been your knight in shining armor, standing up for you twice already.
“I’m a biology major,” he responds after taking a sip of his coffee.
“Whoa, a science guy. Intriguing,” you exclaim, “I know absolutely nothing related to science. That all went out the door after my first year here. Art is more my thing.”
“You know,” he chuckles, “I almost dropped out of that art class.”
“Oh, how come? Not your style?” You’re not surprised as most people you’ve met couldn’t find pleasure with art.
“I don’t know, I just can’t get interested.” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you with soft eyes.
“Well, good thing you didn’t drop the class, or I would have been burned alive by our professor.”
“Hmm, fate,” Dowoon teases, but your heart skips a gentle beat. “He was a total ass for grinding you like that.”
“Eh, he doesn’t like me,” you confess, “I wrote a research paper on an art piece last semester that he did not particularly favor.”
“Wow, you really know how to piss him off.” He starts to laugh at the thought of you purposefully pushing Professor Han’s buttons.
“It’s fun watching him get worked up when someone doesn’t kiss his ass,” You tease. “Anyways, enough of him. Tell me, are you free tonight? There’s an art opening at this museum downtown. Would you like to come with me?”
“Trying to change my mind about art?”
“Trust me, you have no idea what you’re missing out on,” you send a wink his way.
“Wow me.” Dowoon challenges.
You meet him downtown and he absolutely takes your breath away in his simple black t-shirt topped with a brown leather jacket and ripped, black jeans.
“You ready to convert my science brain to art?” Dowoon asks, approaching you at the entrance of the museum.
“Ha! Get ready to say goodbye to dna and mitochondria.” You joke, leading him through the glass doors and down the spacious gallery.
You lead him throughout the different exhibits, pointing out some of your favorite pieces, explaining their significance and what you loved about them. He’s watching you with interest, smiling every time you light up around your favorite piece.
Dowoon still doesn’t understand much of the art that he is looking at, but he’s so interested because you are interested. He asks about different pieces and you’re smiling at his efforts in trying to understand some of these artworks.
It hits him in waves at the realization that he’s finally with you. All these bottled up feelings about you are filling to the brim of Dowoon’s heart tonight.
You look so radiant while in your element and he wants nothing more than to stay here with you forever.
Is he crazy for thinking this? Do you see him the way he sees you?
You lead him down one of the stairwells until you both come up to a neon-lit tunnel that leads to another part of the museum.
The lit tunnel takes Dowoon by surprise with the single pathway leading from one door to the other. The simple black pathway is contrasted with the neon lights shining on the sides, giving the illusion of the absence of walls.
It looks like an abyss of neon blue and if you walk off the black pathway, then you just might fall into a sea of neon blue air.
Dowoon is in awe at this lit tunnel and the atmosphere around him, he’s never seen anything like it, causing him to utter a simple “wow.”
On the other side of the tunnel, you bring him into your favorite room of the museum.
“And this,” you start, “is my little heaven!” You tell him as you continue to lead the way into the room. A sea of lights greet the two of you as you enter.
Numerous clusters of crystallized lights hang on strings, filling the entirety of the room. The black walls contrast beautifully with the lights that are illuminating the room with pinks and purples, softly painting you and Dowoon in these soft colors.
Dowoon notices your smile and follows your gaze to the hanging lights, all the way from up above and down to the ones right next to the two of you.
You and Dowoon stand in this forest-like area of pink and purple lights floating around the two of you. His hand aches desperately to stay next to his body, but he wants nothing more than to hold onto yours.
He continues to watch you, completely entranced by your soft beauty. His heart beats fast, thumping to a different rhythm and before he knows it, his brain subconsciously lets the words slip past his lips.
“I like you,” Dowoon’s voice whispers towards you.
Your heart flutters at his words.
Those words brought about a new wave of happiness and hearing them made this moment seem all the more magical. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
He lets out a sigh of relief and softly holds your hand as you watch him look around the room, mouth agape. You let out a soft giggle at his adorableness, this was everything you had been wanting, and to know he feels the way you do is riveting.
“It’s like we’re in a room filled with stars,” you hear him whisper in amazement.
Dowoon turns to look back at you, noticing the way your skin glows next to the lights. You’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
To see you next to the stars makes him realize that you’re his favorite artwork.
He feels himself closing the space between you two, while his gaze wraps you up in a sweet embrace. Dowoon slowly leans in until his lips are an inch away from yours.
And he’s waiting for any sign of disapproval, like maybe this is all a mistake and maybe you don’t like him as much as he likes you. But all those worries wash away the moment he felt your lips touch his and your hands cup his face.
You don’t know where the confidence came from, but kissing him next to the stars felt so right. His soft lips gave you butterflies that you’d never want to end.
“I like you too,” you tell him kissing his lips one more time before burying your head in the crook of his neck.
Dowoon’s smile radiates next to the stars with you in his arms.
Members: Yugyeom x Reader
Type: Smut
Length: 1335
Warning(s): Nice try.. I’m not giving anything away ;)
~Admin RatedM
“Babe, I’m home!” you shout as you lock the door and put away your coat.
You hear light banging coming from your room.
“Is everything okay?” You turn towards your room, and Yugyeom, your sweet husband, comes from around the corner with a pout.
“What’s wrong, love?” you ask, concern washing over you.
“I was going to surprise you for our anniversary, but you came home early.” His big brown eyes look at you with sadness.
“What do you mean? I’m only half an hour earlier than usual,” you chuckle.
Then, you notice something around his neck. “What is that?” you point at him questioningly.
“It was your surprise,” and he leans his head back to show you the expensive looking black, leather collar wrapped beautifully around his neck. You loved Yugyeom’s neck, and seeing this black collar wrapped around it made it look all the more beautiful. You felt yourself growing weak.
“I know how much you’ve been wanting to try this out, so I went to that special store downtown and got this,” he brings out a pair of doggy ears and a leash from behind his back.
Your eyes practically pop out of your head, and a tasteful shiver runs down your spine.
Excited and not wanting to spoil the mood, you respond, “I’m sorry baby. Why don’t you finish getting ready and I’ll order us some pizza, hm? How does that sound?”
He smiles at you and kisses you sweetly.
“Now hurry up, you know how much I hate punishing you,” you add with a wink.
Yugyeom returns to the bedroom and slams the door. You stand there for a good few minutes, trying to contemplate what the hell was going on. When it finally hits you, you smile from ear to ear and quickly call for pizza.
The pizza arrives and as soon as you pay, closing the door, you hear movement behind you. You turn around to see your husband, on his hands and knees, in nothing but his boxers, and his collar attached to a leash. The black floppy doggy ears sitting atop his head, it was all a sight to remember.
You practically let out a soft gasp at the sight, but try your best to compose yourself. “It’s time to eat, Yugy. Come be a good boy and eat.”
His face lights up and he crawls his way over to you. He sits down and looks up at you with his tongue hanging out his mouth, panting. He’s driving you absolutely crazy. You give him a slice of pizza and turn on the tv.
After finishing the pizza, you feel his hand land on your thigh. You look down at him and see that he has the leash in his mouth.
“Does my Yugy wanna go for a walk?” He nods his read quickly and pushes the leash onto you more. “Someone’s eager,” you tease and you can see his soft cheeks reddening.
You get up and take the leash in your hand. You slowly walk towards the bedroom, and you look back to see him following. “You’re such a good boy,” you say when you finally reach the bed.
You sit down on the edge and look at him as he sits on the ground. You start to slowly undress yourself, standing up to take off your pants and underwear. You sway your hips to an invisible beat, knowing how much it affects him. You hear whines escaping his mouth.
“Now, now, Yugyeom. Be a good boy and I’ll let you have dessert.” Once you throw off the last of your clothing, you sit at the edge of the bed again and grab his leash. You pull him closer to you. “Now Yugy. I need you to be a good boy and eat your dessert. If I’m not satisfied, you won’t get your reward.”
You spread your legs nice and wide for him, and his face lights up all over again. He immediately grabs a hold of your thighs, spreading your legs out more. He kisses all the way up your left thigh, kissing right above your core, and then kisses up your right thigh. You think about scolding him for teasing you, but you know you secretly love it his teasing. And so, you let him continue.
Yugyeom feels you squirming at his touches, smiling to himself, he stops wasting time. He flattens his tongue and licks up your slit nice and slow. You feel him growl against your pussy, and you let out a long moan. Yugyeom sucks and plays with your clit, soon slowly inserting on of his long fingers inside of you. Pumping you slowly, he adds another, then another, and looks at your fucked out face as he does so. He’s moaning against your clit, and you grab handfuls of his hair, tugging slightly. His fingers pump faster, desperate to please you. He sucks hard against your clit and nibbles on it softly, making you arch your hips up and cuming in his mouth. You moan his name nice and loud, and you do something you never thought you could do. You squirt all over his face. Yugyeom cleans it all up as if it really was his sweet, sweet dessert, loving every second. He moans at the taste of you, and pulls his fingers out slowly, rubbing your swollen clit slowly, letting you finish out your high.
You’re trying to catch your breath as Yugyeom crawls up to you and nuzzles into your neck. “Did I do good my queen?”
“You did very good,” you say through bated breath. You pet him softly and turn your body to kiss him passionately. “You were such a good boy, Gyeomie. Now it’s time for your reward.”
You start to push him back and when he gets the hint, he sits up and back against the headboard. You straddle his lap, hissing because you’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You start kissing him lovingly, tugging on his hair to bring him closer. You move down his body, marking up everywhere you can. Little pants leave his lips, his eyes closed from how good you’re making him feel. He’s excited, and loves your touch on his skin. You reach his pelvic bone and you suck on each of his hips. You peel off his boxers, smirking at his hardened length as it is set free.
Taking him in your hand, you jerk him off slowly, working him up. He moans deliciously, and you shiver at the beautiful sounds leaving his mouth. You lift yourself up, rubbing his erection on your slit, getting him nice and wet. You sink down on him, and you both moan out in pleasure. You instantly start riding your husband fast, immediately taking his breath away. Moan after moan, he gets louder the closer he gets to coming. His moans are music to your ears. You could hear him moan for you all day if you could.
Yugyeom grabs your face and presses your lips onto his.
“Are you gonna come baby?” you ask. All he can do is nod and whine.
“Come for me, Yugy. Come for me,” and with that you bounce hard on his dick, ecstasy washing over the both of you. You grab onto each other for support, and his face is buried in between your breasts. As you slowly ride out your highs, he kisses and marks up your breasts lovingly. You take off his collar and roll off of him. He takes off his doggy ears and tosses them off the bed.
You snuggle into him and kiss him sweetly. “Thank you baby. This was the best anniversary gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“The night’s not over yet kitten,” he says before pointing across the room to the closet. Hanging on the door is a set of white lingerie and white kitty ears, “I think it’s time for my present now,” he suggests with a wink.
Anxious and excited fans wait in line for countless hours to see their favorite artists.
The sheer excitement that emits from them being in the same venue as these artists will never cease to amaze you as they erupt in loud chants and joyous screams.
You sat in the waiting room watching your boyfriend, Kim Yugyeom, and his hyungs get ready for their fan meet. Stylists and makeup artists all surrounding them, hard at work. You sit next to two assistants, scrolling through your phone, engaging in light conversations with them. Occasionally, you’d look up to see Yugyeom sending devious glances your way, followed by a wink or a smile. He’s too cute… too beautiful… and sometimes, too much, but that’s what you love about him.
As the minutes pass you find yourself looking back more and more towards your boyfriend.
Damn, he looks good. A little too good. From head to toe, Yugyeom emits an aura that sends your thighs subconsciously squeezing together.
After a while, everyone is finally ready and your boyfriend walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you close. He places a kiss on your forehead, while his thumbs work small circles into you as he continues to pull you closer into him. “What do you think, Y/N?”
“Hm,” pretending to ponder over his look, he’s waiting in anticipation for your answer, “I think that I just might have to steal you away so I can have you all to myself.”
A rose-color forms over Yugyeom’s cheeks as he blushes at your comment.
Several minutes pass before they all finally head for the stage, the make-up artists, stylists and managers gather on the side stage to watch their boys in support. However, you decided to linger back in the waiting room for a while.
That’s when you see Yugyeom’s phone on the table in front of the couch where you’re sitting. Twiddling your thumbs a bit, your mind comes up with an idea. You reach for his phone and swipe to the left, activating the camera. You take a series of photos of yourself, each slightly more risque. After you finished with your mini photoshoot, you go to his photos and set one of your more revealing snaps as his wallpaper.
A small smirk appears on your face as you imagine the look on his face once he sees this.
Yugyeom and BamBam burst into the room during a quick break and loud laughs can be heard from the two. You watch your boyfriend walk over and plop down onto the couch next to you. He reaches for his phone, unlocking it and quickly goes from nonchalant to jaw drop before his eyes shot up at you.
“Y/N-ah. What is this!?” Yugyeom asks pointing to his phone. Bambam turns around and looks at Yugyeom’s phone before your boyfriend pushes his friend away.
“Ohhh! Y/N is getting frisky!” BamBam teases as he grabs his water bottle and heads for the door. “You have fifteen minutes before everyone starts to notice,” he states, taking a sip of his water, “just saying.” Bambam finishes before shutting the door behind him.
You look at Yugyeom whose eyes are glued to his phone screen. Giggling to yourself at how cute he looks, you lean over and kiss his neck, grabbing his phone from his hands. “Yugy,” you whisper in his ear. “You heard Bambam, only fifteen minutes.”
With that Yugyeom pushes you back onto the couch.
“Babe. Be good for me, okay?”
He starts to unbutton your jeans, the quick pace that he is moving in has your head already spinning. He breathes his hot breath down your neck as you feel his tender fingers slide under your panties, coating them in your juices. You can barely keep up, but you’re falling in bliss already. His fingers touch you where you need him most and his lips are hard at work, sucking on your neck.
He stops for a moment to look at you, “Will you stop biting your pretty lips and moan for me, babe?” The question burns deep into you, like hot liquid and you find yourself complying to his simple request. He hums in response to the sweet sound of your voice softly moaning his name.
Your hand finds purchase in running through his hair, tangling your fingers in his styled mane. Soon enough, your boyfriend works his lips on your neck again, moving to your ear while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit. The pace of his fingers quicken and your hips begin to roll in rhythm with each pump of his long fingers.
Maybe it was the rush of excitement from knowing you two could be caught at any moment but the next thing you know the coil in the pit of your stomach was already coming undone. You came faster than you would have thought and Yugyeom is smiling while he admires you in all your ecstasy.
Wasting no time, you push him up onto the couch, “stand up, babe,” you tell him.
He follows your orders, your fingers are pulling down his jeans and underwear to stroke his hardened member.
The small dressing room is all too silent. However, Yugyeom quickly fills it with his breaths as they get heavier with each stroke of your soft hand wrapped around him.
As you continue to stroke him, your lips peck a soft kiss on his hips, before they begin to suck at the skin on his pelvic bone. Yugyeom is erupting in soft moans, the beautiful string of moans that happen to be your absolute favorite sound in the whole world.
You can’t help but smile into his skin as you hear him flow to a light chanting of your name. A sweet melodic praise.
After you leave your mark, your lips then move to kiss the tip of his member. Pausing for a moment, running your fingers up his thigh to his stomach as you wrap your lips around him. Taking all of him in your mouth, results in Yugyeom’s hand to immediately reach for your head. He brushes your hair away from your face, before holding you still as he gently moves to thrust into your mouth.
He’s panting so hard, desperately trying not to be loud, but all you hear are his whispers of how good you are being for him. His grip in your hair tightens, “Y/N, I’m-” he can’t finish a sentence, but you know he is on the edge. You’re bobbing your head, dragging your nails up his thigh to his ass. You’re working your best on your boyfriend.
A few more bobs and Yugyeom stills in your mouth.
He loses his breath as his moans are caught in the middle of his throat. You feel his warm liquid fill your mouth, and his legs begin to buckle.
Yugyeom collapses back onto the couch, panting and staring up at the ceiling. You wipe the remainder of his cum off your lips as you move to sit next to him, your finger rubbing lightly over his new love mark that you’ve given him.
You gift him with kisses on his neck moving all the way up to peck one final kiss on his cheek.
“You have two minutes, babe. Better hurry up and go.” you whisper in his ear, pulling his earlobe in between your teeth. You run your fingers through his hair, straightening out the mess you’ve made of his pre-styled hair. Maybe the stylists won’t notice, you think to yourself.
Yugyeom takes a few more breaths before he collects himself, pulling up his jeans while you watch him from the couch. His skin is flushed and a soft smile that he can’t even contain is visible as he looks at you and you can’t help but to smile back.
Yugyeom leans down, hovering over you, hands resting both your left and right side of the couch.
“You’re so good to me, Y/N. I’ll make you feel just as good tonight. Okay, baby girl?”
You kiss his lips and push him up and away, “I’ll hold you to it, Kim Yugyeom. Now go do your job.” You tell him with a wink.
Beads of sweat began to appear on your forehead, 1,2,3,4, your breathing started to get heavy, 5,6,7,8, shit! You’ve been at this routine for hours already and you still couldn’t get the last move down. You walked over to your phone, the time read 8:30pm, damn, 3 hours already?
One more time. You walked back to the center, the room began to seem less empty as the music filled every corner of the studio. You attempted your difficult routine once more, fuck, you landed flat on your ass and ended up laying there for a while. Clap, Clap, Clap. Your eyes shot open and you sat up faster than you moved in that last routine. Turning towards the uninvited clap you see him standing near the door with a smirk on his face, eyes on you. He’s been practicing here at the studio often, always passing glances at you, you could never tell if he was intentionally trying to annoy you or not.
“Can I help you? This is a private practice.” You say with a hint of annoyance in your voice.
“I came to work on my own routine but someone is apparently in my space attempting to dance.” he responds with sarcasm lingering in his voice. Attempting? You continue to stare at him, stare turning to an annoyed glare. He laughs at your silence, the sound of his voice travels through every corner of the room and reaches your ears with pleasure. Beautifully annoying. “I’m sorry, maybe I should properly introduce myself, first, before I help you. I’m Yugyeom.” He says walking towards you, offering his hand to help you up. There’s a sweet sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you, you disregard his hand and stand up on your own. “Who says I want your help? How do I know you’re any better?” you retaliate back at him. He steps closer to you, inches away from your face with the same smirk still lingering on his face, “Give me your hand.” You wanted to resist him with every nerve in your body, but his eyes, his smell, and his smile all had you engulfed in a fuzzy haze of ecstasy.
You gave him your hand and he begins to swirl you into an unfamiliar sequence. You let his body guide you and you follow, 1, 2, 3, 4, his smirk slowly forms into a sweet smile while never taking his eyes off of you. 5, 6, 7, 8, shit!, You trip over his foot causing you to nearly fall as Yugyeom reaches to grab you, you’re locked tight in his arms. “Your name?”
“_____” you say breathless. His smile widens, “We’ve got work to do,” he says as he lets you go. The two of you spend another hour going over your routine, your bodies touching, fingers grazing over each other, the room began to fill with the music and your bated breaths increased, electrifying.
Throughout practicing all you could think about was how his skin felt under your fingertips, without the barrier of clothes, and how his pink lips would feel against yours. And you wondered if he thought about the same things. “Okay now try it one more time” Yugyeom commands, “If you get it right I’ll give you one free pass to make me do whatever you want.” He smirks, you knew what he was hinting at but could he really mean it? 1, 2, 3, 4, finally!
“Kiss me,” you finally say turning towards him, eliminating any space that was there between the two of you. You were both now inches away from each other, both your body heat swirling together. “What?” He asks nervously, “Are you serious?”
Before you had time to respond, his lips met yours. You responded to his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You felt his tongue lick the bottom of your lip, asking for permission. You open your mouth allowing him entrance, he leans his hips into you and you feel him hardening at your touch. His lips leave yours and begin to travel across your cheek, to your jaw and down your neck. You run your hands through his hair, grinding your hips against his letting him know you want more. He responds by guiding you slowly to the floor, hovering over you he kiss your lips once more before returning to your neck. You let out a soft moan and he smirks against your skin. The touch of his lips on you sends fire to your core. You run your hands down to the bottom of his shirt, reaching under. He understands and takes his shirt off; you trace the lines of his body, feeling his skin under your fingertips. Electrifying. He takes your shirt off and unclasps your bra, kissing your breasts and leaving love marks all over you. You feel his tongue swirling around your nipple, and a moan escapes your mouth echoing under the music. His hand guides down to your pants, pulling them down leaving you in your underwear he looks at you from top to bottom and then back to your eyes. He smiles, “You’re beautiful,” he says with a raspy hunger in his voice, that sound was enough to get you wet. He slides his hand under your underwear as he kisses your neck, fingers gliding lightly over your desperate core. “Mmm, so wet…” you buck your hips towards his hand, and he responds by sliding a finger into your sensitive core. Moaning, you tighten your grip on his hair and he slides another finger in you, pumping in and out. Your breaths become shorter as his thumb rubs over your clit and he traces his lips down to your breast and begins sucking, and biting on you. Ecstasy. He pumps harder and you begin moving your hips against his hand. “Yugyeom…i’m close…” you moan out breathlessly, he then pulls your underwear off and places his head between your thighs, kissing your inner thigh. “Come for me,” he says looking in your eyes, you moan his name again as he licks your sensitive core before sliding his tongue in you. You buck your hips against him and he lays an arm over your waist to hold you down. He begins sucking at your clit and slides a finger in, pumping in and out of you. You’re now a moaning mess, echoes filling every corner of the room. Bliss. You let out one final moan as you come to your high, Yugyeom leaves trails of kisses on your core, moving to your thigh and up your body, finding his way to your lips, and you taste yourself on his lips.
After he helps you get dressed, he leans in for another kiss, this time more passionate than before. Electrifying.
“So, do you think you can suck at another routine tomorrow?” He says, that smirk emerging on his face.
Sub!BamBam with bdsm, mommy kink, spanking, scratching, hot wax, pegging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, and dirty talk
A/N: AHHH!!! This is probably the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written! I’m so proud XD. Honestly, I had to pause every now and then cuz just imagining this happening…XD I hope y’all enjoy!
You watch him pull against the silk ties as he feels the hot wax dripping on his skin. The muscles of his torso clench and contrast at the heat, a shaky breath leaving his full, swollen lips. You watch as his breath slowly goes back to normal, a devilish smirk resting on your face. He looks at you with pleading eyes, knowing that you’ve only just begun. You quickly take off the dried wax from his smooth skin, careful not to hurt him. You crawl and hover over him, nipping at his bottom lip before fully kissing him. You both melt, but you quickly back away before you lose focus. You could kiss him all day, but that wasn’t the objective tonight. Tonight, you’re getting back at him for all the teasing he did at dinner.
You were out at your monthly dinner with BamBam and your parents. Everything was going well as usual, until you felt a hand on your thigh. You moved it away, squeezing it softly in warning. Your father made a joke, and you all cracked up laughing, you especially when you felt your boyfriend’s fingers press right against your clit under your skirt. Luckily, your parents thought nothing of your volume, seemingly used to you getting loud when you’re happy and in the moment. Rubbing circles on your clit, your boyfriend relentlessly pleasured you under the table. It wasn’t until your parents decided it was getting late that he stopped, wiping his hands before getting up from the table. You were soaking wet, awkwardly sliding out of the booth and hugging your parents goodbye. BamBam hugged your mother and shook your father’s hand, using the same hand he used to make you become such a wreck. Once they were out of earshot, you turned to your love, hugging him tightly. “You’re in for a long night, Honey,” you whispered, your tone somewhere between sweet and sinister.
You saw him shiver, a small gasp leaving his lips as he turned to look at you with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
He lets out a loud groan as you take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly. You stop yourself from chuckling at him, seeing how badly he’s suffering shouldn’t be funny to you. Unfortunately for him, you are a bit of a sexual sadist, loving every ides of torturing your lover until he’s in tears. That’s exactly what you plan to do. You hold down his hips with your other arm, getting him still as you spit on his dick. He watches your saliva fall on his tip, moaning as he sees and feels your hand gently roll over his slit and spread the liquid all over his cock. His head falls back against the pillows, beautiful moans and groans spilling from his lips as you bring him closer and closer to his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch in your hand, a dark look falling on your face as you stop your ministrations. His hips buck up into the air, a long whine escaping from the back of his throat. You shut your eyes and listen, the sound of him in desperate need to come making you tremble. You walk to your closet and grab your special box while you wait for him to calm down. You put it on the nightstand, looking through it and grabbing what you plan on using for the big finale. You keep it out of your boyfriend’s line of sight, keeping it a surprise. You still have a little time so you strip naked, sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes are shut tight, labored breathing gradually relaxing. You take him in your hand once more, this time bringing your lips to his tip. You kitten lick his slit and work your way down to the base of his cock when he moans out your name. Disappointed, you sit up and turn his hips to the side, spanking him hard. “Count,” is all you say as you spank him again, hard enough that redness forms on his left cheek. He does as he’s told, whining up to ten before you stop, rubbing his cheeks gently in between each spanking.
“I’m sorry Mommy,” he lets out, his voice soft in submission. You run your hands up and down his thighs, making sure to not touch where he wants you most.
“You keep misbehaving, Honey. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like getting punished.” Your eyes meet his, the knowing gleam in his eyes confirming your suspicions. Not that it was an actual suspicion. He never shied away from telling you all his dirtiest thoughts and kinks. That’s how you’ve been able to last together so long: you’re perfect for each other. He’s the perfect, albeit bratty sub to your very dominating personality. You’re always in sync, whether it’s in the bedroom or not. No one has ever been able to make you feel as powerful, nor as loved, as BamBam. There are nights when you just want to be held and cuddled, and your boyfriend plays the part well. He loves you like no other, and him getting off on your pleasure just sweetens the cake.
You run your nails down his thighs this time, hard enough for him to feel it and surely see the marks the next day. The whines start up again, this time a moan slipping from your own lips. You see his cock twitch at the sound, and you can’t help but smile softly at the fact that he gets off on your sounds. You drag your nails up further, making sure to run over his sensitive nipples. He exhales with a soft moan, tugging at the restraints once more. You straddle him and lean over him, your chest on top of his. You smash your lips on his, one hand tugging his hair while the other is ghosting over his throat. Your boyfriend growls in pleasure when he feels your hand squeeze his throat softly, eyes looking at yours with a hunger you haven’t seen before. You were just testing the waters, never trying to choke him before. He leans his head back, letting you take more of his neck in your hand. Instead, you kiss down his jaw to his throat, marking it up. You continue down his body, getting up from your position to grab the special surprise. You’ve waited long enough, and you’re ready to hear his screams of pleasure. You quickly but effectively put on the strap-on, feeling up the dildo attached. BamBam curiously looks over at you to see what you’re doing and audibly gasps, and you can hear him squirm and tug against the ties. You kiss up his legs as you inch closer, leaving a mark and love-bite here and there. “Shh, baby. I know how much you love this,” you giggle, kissing his dick before spreading his legs enough to let you get in between them.
“Mommy, let me touch you. Please, Mommy? You know how much I love to touch you while you fuck me,” he begs, pulling at the restraints once again. You almost say yes, but then you remember that he’s being punished. You pour some lube on your fingertips, letting it warm up on your skin a little before putting it on his hole. He gasps again, the cold lube making him shiver. You giggle again, putting more on for good measure. “I love your laugh, Mommy,” BamBam lets out, head laying back and staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t realize that he was thinking out loud but you do, a small blush forming on your cheeks. You slowly insert your finger, and you hear him moan out a curse. You watch your lover come undone as you move in and out slowly, getting him warmed up. His moans are soft but consistent, letting you know he’s ready. You take out your finger and lube up the dildo. You press the tip against his hole and he quietly whines, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His hips push against it, silently begging you to fuck him already. You enter him slowly, and a long, strained moan leaves his bruised lips. You’re fully in him, giving him a minute to adjust to you. BamBam rotates his hips on you, whining for you to move. “Please, Mommy. Please fuck me,” he begs. You grant him his wish, pulling out slowly and pushing in again. You keep yourself at a slow pace, knowing he can’t take anything more just yet. He’s enjoying every second of it, eyes rolled back and his voice straining as he moans over and over. You pick up your pace, leaning over his chest to get in deeper. He gets louder, nearly screaming. You close your eyes and enjoy the beautiful sounds leaving him, simply getting off on how sexy he sounds. You open your eyes just in time to see his cock twitch. You take him in your hand, jerking him off as you fuck him into oblivion. He moans your name, as he cums, his hot seed spilling on his stomach and chest. You don’t quit though, his punishment not yet over. “Mommy? Mommy, please. Fuck, I can’t take it, Mommy.”
“Of course you can, baby. Now be a good boy,” you whisper against his lips. You bring your pace back up, leaning back just enough to get your hand on his throat. He curses in pleasure, coming for a second time. Choked out screams escape his throat as you pound into him. You’re moaning at the sight of your boyfriend, small tears trailing down his cheeks as he comes one last time. You slow down, winding down before stopping completely, pulling out slowly.
You throw off the strap on and straighten out his legs on the bed. You admire BamBam’s fucked out face as you clean up his torso. You kiss up his body and land on his lips, giving him the sweetest kiss of the night as you untie him. He sighs against your lips, his arms plopping on the bed. After a minute of kissing, he brings his arms around you, hands running up and down your back. “God, I love you,” your boyfriend exhales. You turn to lay on your side, laying your head on his chest.
“I love you too, Bammie.” You pull the covers over the both of you as you snuggle closer, basking in the heat of his skin.
“But you didn’t come yet. Don’t you want to come, my love?”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to take care of me in the morning, but for now I just want to sleep.” He laughs out as he brings you closer, not like it’s even possible at this point. He kisses the top of your head as you fall asleep on his chest, a big smile on your face as you drift off to sleep.
You woke up this morning with the biggest smile on your face. It was your birthday. Your boyfriend, Jaebum, always made this day special for you. He either took you out to your favorite restaurant or planned a surprise party with all of your closest friends. You were excited for what he had planned for this year. You turned towards him and saw that he was still sleeping. You looked at him lovingly, taking in his striking features. It always amazed you how he was so good looking even with his hair messed up from sleep, if anything, that made him even more attractive. You kissed his cheek and he woke up instantly. “Y/N, I’m trying to sleep,” he mumbled.
You giggled, and hopped off the bed. You grabbed some clothes and jumped in the shower. When you got out, you noticed Jaebum wasn’t in bed. You thought maybe he was in the kitchen making you breakfast, so you finished getting ready for the day. You headed towards the kitchen once you were dressed, and noticed Jaebum in the dining room on his laptop eating cereal. You paused for a moment, and looked inside the kitchen. There was no food. Disappointed, you went ahead and poured yourself a bowl of cereal. You kissed his head as you sat down, and began eating. You looked at Jaebum. His expression was quite vague. You couldn’t tell if he was pretending not to remember or if he actually forgot your birthday. When he finished his cereal, he kissed you and put his dishes away. He then went to your shared room to get ready. You quickly finished your cereal and headed towards your room.
“Where are you going?” you asked.
“I’ve got practice today, remember?”
“I thought you would’ve taken today off.”
“Why would I? Today’s no different from everyday I go to practice.”
That was when it hit you. He actually forgot your birthday. You had taken off from work just to spend the entire day with him, and he completely forgot.
“Why aren’t you dressed for work?” Jaebum questioned.
“Oh. I took the day off.”
“Why? Are you sick?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.
“No. I..uh…just thought i could use this day to myself. Like a relax day or something.”
“Oh okay. Well, have fun,”he said as he kissed you and headed outside, “have a great day. I love you.”
“Love you too,” you muttered.
You were shocked and angry. You could not believe that he actually forgot your birthday. You never used to be excited about it until you started dating Jaebum. He always tried to make this day special for you. You almost threw something, but decided to just throw yourself on the bed. You quickly grabbed your phone and called Jackson. Jackson was your best friend and fellow band member of Jaebum. He had actually introduced you to Jaebum and encouraged your relationship.
“Y/N-ah! How are you! Happy birthday!”
“At least you remembered,” you sighed.
“He forgot your birthday!!!” he gasped.
“Yes! At first I thought he was just pretending, but he just left for dance practice! Can you spend the day with me?”
“Of course Y/N! I’ll take you to that cheap diner you like! Then we can go to the zoo! Would that make you feel better, Y/N?”
“A little,” you said with a smirk. He always knew how to cheer you up.
Jackson arrived at your apartment no more than 10 minutes later. You opened the door and was greeted with a bear hug. You laughed and hugged him back. “Let’s go, Y/N. I need to make your day better.” He took your hand and you both headed towards his car when you noticed something. In the backseat, there was a huge stuffed giraffe. You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the cutest stuffed animal you’ve ever seen. Jackson knew that you had a huge collection of stuffed animals and that the only one you needed was a giraffe. You instantly hugged him tight.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you screamed while jumping up and down.
“You’re…choking..me!”
“Oops! Sorry, Jackson,” you said as you let go of him. You both laughed and got inside the car. You arrived at your favorite little diner and was greeted by the waitress and chef. Since you went there practically every week, they already knew you by name. As you both sat down, the waitress quickly came to your table.
“Happy birthday, Sweetie! Don’t worry about paying today! Your meal is on us! Reggie is working on your meal as we speak!” she squealed as she hugged you tight. You almost burst into tears at how sweet they were being.
“Thank you so much,” you replied. The waitress took Jackson’s order and headed towards the kitchen window.
You and Jackson caught up on everything you didn’t get to say when y’all usually talked. The waitress brought your favorite dish out and you dug right into your food. After a while, the chef walked up to your table and brought you a small cake. It was poorly decorated, but you knew that Reggie did it himself, which made it the best cake you could’ve ever gotten. He hugged you and made a little speech about how you were like a daughter to him. This time you did cry.
You took a picture with everyone and your cake to add it to your scrapbook. After everyone sang “happy birthday” to you, you blew out your candle and everyone went back to what they were doing. You cut your cake in half and split it with jackson, who looked more excited about the cake than you were.
Once you two left the diner, fuller than ever before, you headed for the zoo. You absolutely loved going the zoo. You were a full-hearted animal lover, and Jackson knew it. You two spent hours there, taking pictures of anything and everything. Jackson made sure to keep any receipt or tag because he knew how sentimental you were. After the zoo, Jackson drove you to your apartment and helped take all your stuff inside. Jackson had ended up buying you a few more stuffed animals from the gift shop, despite your protests. He dropped the stuffed animals on the bed and hugged you goodbye.
It was only half an hour later when Jaebum arrived. You were in your room uploading the pictures from today onto your computer. He quietly knocked on the door and stepped inside.
“Y/N?”
You turned around and saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway. You were about to turn back around and ignore him, but you noticed something. He had brought a bunch of flowers. He knew you didn’t like roses, so he had the florist pick out the wildest, brightest, most unique flowers that they had. He knew that you loved looking at the colors and patterns of each flower and loved to draw and take pictures of them.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, “I can’t believe that I forgot.” He walked towards you slowly. “Please let me make it up to you.”
“Okay,” was all you could say.
You were on the verge of crying. You knew how guilty Jaebum felt for forgetting. You knew he would never do it on purpose. He put the flowers on the bed and walked up to you. He slowly kissed you, caressing you face with one of his hands. You pulled him closer, and he got on his knees to be at your level. He got in between your legs and held you face with both hands as he kissed you passionately. You grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled him closer, if that was even possible. He moaned into the kiss, which made you moan in return. He broke away to catch his breath. He picked you up and put you on the bed.
He pushed the stuffed animals and flowers further up the bed to keep you from squishing them. You sat at the edge of the bed and brought him in for another kiss. As he was kissing you, he slowly brought his hands to the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down slowly along with your underwear and threw them out of his way. He spread your legs with his hands and you gasped when you felt the cold air on your core. He kissed down on your face and on your jaw to your neck. He softly bit down into your skin and then flung off your shirt. Jaebum kissed down your chest and your stomach, chuckling when he felt your muscles contract to his touch. His hands softly rubbed your thighs. You were squirming by the time his lips reached your needy core.
He kissed your core sweetly and licked a long strip up, making you shudder. He then dipped his tongue into your core. You let out a long moan and instantly brought your hands to his hair. He licked your core slowly, trying to get you to beg for more. Once you did, he inserted a finger into you. You moaned loudly, which encouraged him more. He dipped another finger inside you and began pumping slowly. After a minute, he inserted a third finger and started going faster and faster. You were a moaning mess and was moaning his name by the time he brought his tongue to your clit. He switched between licking, sucking, and biting down on your clit, which made you go absolutely crazy. Without warning, your orgasm hit you and you screamed his name. You collapsed on the bed and Jaebum moved the stuffed animals off the bed and put the flowers in a vase. He then picked you up and placed you on your side of the bed and put the covers over you. He changed into his sleep clothes and got into bed with you, turning you around and holding you tightly.
As you were drifting off to sleep, Jaebum whispered in your ear, “Happy birthday my love. I promise I won’t forget next year. I’ll never do it again.”
Members: Jaebum x Reader
Type: Smut
Count: 1,640
~Admins M & R
You and your boyfriend Jaebum had been together for a few months now. Things were going great, he always brought you over to the dorm, most times it was just you and him. Other nights the other members were there. But because you two rarely get to spend a lot of time together, your nights together were mostly spent alone. Except for this night, Jaebum called you and asked you to come hang out with him and the others at the dorm. You arrived at the dorm, knocking at the door, hearing their voices from the other side of the closed door. You roll your eyes and giggle at the loudness that these boys are creating. You were in for a long night, you thought to yourself. Jaebum opens the door for you and kisses you on your lips, snaking his arm around your waist pulling you inside.
“Hey, Y/N.” He says, breaking away from the kiss.
As you walk further into the dorm you notice Jackson and Mark were talking in the kitchen, scrounging up all the snacks they could gather with their hands. Jinyoung was sitting on the couch watching BamBam and Yugyeom do an improv dance in the middle of the main room as music blares from the speakers. They all said their hellos to you, coming up to hug you and greet you. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with the guys all together in one room, you didn’t realize how much you actually missed them.
Jackson and Mark return to the main room with their snacks and drinks. Leave it to Mark and Jackson to never forget the alcohol. Gathering around on the floor, y’all begin to take your drinks and start talking. On your third or fourth shot, y’all are starting to get bored.
“Hey guys! Now that Y/N is here, how about we play a game!” Yugyeom shouts. They all agree to Yugyeom’s idea, downing one more shot.
“Spin the bottle?” Jackson suggests with a cheeky smile.
“Ah, Jackson! That game’s so overplayed!” says Jinyoung.
“Well, I don’t see you coming up with anything!” Jackson snaps.
“Never have I ever! But with sexual questions!” BamBam yells.
You all agree and sit in a circle, knees touching one another. “Okay! Everyone put a hand up. Whoever has done something has to put a finger down, and whoever has all their fingers down loses. Got it?” BamBam explains and you all nod. “Okay good. Now, who wants to ask the first question?”
“Oh me!” Jackson yells, “Okay, okay! Never have I ever given oral?” Everyone in the circle puts a finger down.
“Dang…okay my turn! Haha! Never have I ever made out with someone of the same gender!” Only you and Jackson put a finger down. BamBam looks at you with suggestive eyes.
“Don’t start Bam,” you laugh, “I was drunk and she was gorgeous. What else was I supposed to do?” You all laugh. You look to your boyfriend who is giving you a deep stare followed by a smirk. You roll your eyes at Jaebum and stick your tongue out at him.
“Oh, me now,” Youngjae screams, “Never have I ever tried the daddy kink!” Jackson, Jinyoung, and Jaebum put a finger down. Hesitant, you finally put your finger down. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you. They all erupt into a series of “whoas!!” and “ooohhhss!” You feel your cheeks reddening. You jump a little hearing Jackson’s signature scream, looking at your boyfriend, Jaebum’s mouth is hung open in shock. You all laugh it off and continue with the game. Many more series of questions were asked, fingers were hesitantly going down. The alcohol in everyone’s veins definitely soothed the tension and nerves making the game a bit more fun.
After a while, Jaebum sneaks away and heads to his room. None of you pay any attention since he tends to do that all the time. A few minutes later, you get up to go check your makeup in the bathroom. You’re sure that all that laughing made you tear up and smear your eyeliner. You pass by Jaebum’s room, and just after you walk by, you’re pulled from behind. You squeal, and a hand flies to your mouth. You stare at Jaebum with wide eyes as you meet his dark and lustful ones.
“Jagi, I never knew you were that kind of girl. You’ve been holding out on me,” he says revealing a smirk. You blush at his words and he can feel your cheeks warming up. “Ah Jagi, have I made you flustered? You know how much I love to see you this way.” He leans down and gives a sweet kiss to both your cheeks, making you blush even more. “What do you say we try something right now?”
“But what about the guys? What if they hear?” you question in shock.
“Let them, Jagi. Let them hear you scream your Daddy’s name.” With those words, a shiver runs through your body and straight to your core. You know at this point you would do whatever he says.
“Strip.” Immediately, you throw off your shirt. He chuckles at how fast you listen, and starts thinking that he should try this more often. Once you’re naked, you turn towards Jaebum. “Lay down, Princess.”
“Okay.”
“What was that?” Jaebum asks sternly.
“Yes, Daddy,” you let out. You can feel your wetness growing as you walk towards the bed.
“Face down, ass up Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” You are soaking wet at this point, and you can’t wait for what is in store. You feel his hands rubbing your ass softly. Suddenly, you feel a harsh smack on your right cheek. You gasp at the forcefulness, but otherwise stay quiet. You feel another slap, except on your left cheek. This time, you moan.
“Oh. Does my princess like getting spanked?” You don’t answer, so he spanks your right cheek again. “Answer me, Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you moan out.
“I can’t hear you,” Jaebum says as he spanks you harder.
“Yes, Daddy!” you moan loudly. You’re sure the guys can hear you, but at this point you’re mind is too hazy and your core is too needy to care.
“Look at you. You’re so wet and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckles darkly. You feel his fingers run along your slit, and you moan out in pleasure. He’s teasing, slowly running his fingers on your slit still, and you start whining. “God, Princess, you’re so sexy when you whine for me.”
“Please Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you inside me, Daddy,” you whine.
Jaebum groans at your words, he’s loving this side of you. He’s loving the way he makes you feel under his touch. His voice grows raspy and deep with the lust and pleasure that is boiling in his blood for you. He likes the way you make him feel, he’s falling head over heels for his little princess.
“Anything for you, Princess,” he replies. Jaebum disposes of his clothes and runs his already hard dick along your pussy. “Fuck… you’re so fucking wet Princess.” He slams his cock all the way in your core, and you moan out. Jaebum moans at the feeling and sounds escaping your mouth. You can’t tell if the boys have stopped talking and are listening in on you two or if you simply have blocked out everything but the feeling that your boyfriend is giving you right there on his bed.
“Daddy!” you scream over and over as he pounds into you at such a fast pace.
“Fuck, Princess! You feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking tight. You always make Daddy feel so good. I love the way you take my cock like a good Princess.” Jaebum’s voice is dark and smooth, making you melt under his touch. All you can do is moan in response. All senses failing, your vision is hazy and you feel bliss coming up behind you. “Are you close, Princess? Do you want to come for Daddy?”
“Please Daddy! Yes, please let me come!” you beg. He brings a hand around to your front and starts quickly rubbing your clit. You scream out at the sensation, breath is shortening and you come right on his cock. The feeling of your juices and your pussy clenching around him makes him come right after you. You’re both in total bliss at this point, panting and sweating. He holds you tight as you come down from your high. Once you’ve both relaxed enough, he pulls out of you and lays next to you, catching his breath.
“You did such a good job, Princess. I love you,” Jaebum whispers between kisses.
“I love you too… Daddy,” you say and wink at him. He laughs out loud, holding onto his stomach and draping an arm over his eyes from slight embarrassment. You both work up enough energy to get dressed and head back out to the living room where the guys were still sitting, downing a few more shots. You both face all the guys who are sitting silently, smirks and winks plastered all over their faces. Yugyeom and BamBam are giggling and “ooo-ing” at you two.
“Geez. Could you get any louder?” Jackson teases.
“At least I’m getting some,” you tease back. The rest of the boys laugh as Jackson pouts. You laugh and hug Jackson tight as an apology before walking around and joining the rest of them on the floor. You all spend the rest of the night drinking and laughing together. You loved when it was just you and Jaebum alone in the dorm, but some nights are more fun when it wasn’t just you two. You all eventually pass out on the floor, exhausted from the night, and you fall asleep perfectly in Jaebum’s arms.
“Bullshit. I can see it in your face. But if you don’t wanna tell me then fine, we’ll just watch the movie.” Jaebum says cooly as he grabs the pizza and sodas, leaving you in the kitchen. You feel guilty for lying to your best friend, but you also don’t want to worry him.
With college exams coming up and your boss being a complete ass, your stress has been increasing lately. But you know that stress is something everyone goes through; you should be able to handle it on your own. At least that was the way you always thought about this.
You take another breath and grab the bags of candy before joining Jaebum on the couch. He’s sitting on the end of the couch when you walk up next to him. When he sees you he pulls you down next to him, his way of apologizing for the fight.
You two are cuddled up on the couch, about halfway into the movie, when you feel Jaebum’s fingers slowly combing through your hair. You melt into his touch, and lean closer to him. He moves so he’s right behind you, your back against his chest. He’s full on massaging your scalp now, not even paying attention to the movie. His hands go from your scalp to your shoulders, and you do everything to not cry out in pain.
“You’re so tense Y/N. You can’t tell me you haven’t been stressed. I can feel it,” your best friend comments.
His movements continue, and you suddenly feel his lips on you shoulder. Just one peck, short and sweet. You know it’s out of love, but not the kind of love most people think. You and Jaebum have tried dating, many times, it simply never worked out. You two were meant to be best friends. You two could never see each other as more than that. Little do you know that you suddenly fall asleep, and Jaebum chuckles lightly as he picks you up and takes you to his bed.
When you wake up, you see that he’s gone, probably already at work. You walk to the kitchen to fix you something to eat, when you see a plate of breakfast already waiting for you. Before you can eat it, you hear your phone ring. You look at the screen and see that you’re 20 minutes late for work. You quickly grab your things and dash toward the door, answering your phone on the way.
Before you can even step outside, you hear your boss yelling at you on the other line telling you you’re fired. You immediately stop in your tracks.
This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. You’ve only been late one other time, and that was because of a car accident. Your boss hangs up before you can even explain what happened. You drop all your things and fall to your knees before laying on the ground.
After what seems like hours, you finally get enough strength to crawl back to Jaebum’s bed. You sit back against the headboard and grab his pillow, hugging it tightly as you finally let out all the frustration you’ve been keeping in for the past few weeks.
You cry and cry until suddenly you feel hands on your arms, turning you around. Arms wrap around you, and the familiar scent instantly calms you. You cry even harder, but all he does is hold you tighter. His hands start running up and down your back, soothing you as you let it all out. Hours pass, and you are finally done crying. You open your eyes to see Jaebum laying in front of you, concerned eyes boring into yours. He moves a strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a small smile. You put your hand on his and return the smile, this time genuine. He slowly kisses your forehead, and tell you everything’s gonna be okay.
“Live with me,” he whispers into your neck, as he holds you close.
“W-what?” you are completely taken aback by his request.
“Live with me. Stay here with me. You’re practically here every day anyway. Besides, you need someone who will take care of you when you refuse to.”
You think about it for a moment, and you realize that he’s right. You’re always here, and you’re always with him. No matter if y’all are happy or if y’all fight, you’re always together. You’ve never let anything come in between your friendship.
“Okay,” you whisper back, burying your face in his chest.
“Good. Now go to sleep. We’ll get your stuff in the morning.”
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