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Good Boy - San

genre: sugestive/sexy

CW: Touching, kissing, makeout, cursing.

Being a good student, straight A's, teacher's pet and help others is tiring. So tiring that when he's in the library later that day he just wishes he could take a *fucking break*.

Then you walk in the library, looking like an angel all the way from the skies, and everything in San just melts. How could it not when you're everything he ever wanted? Oh, and I forgot to mention, you're his partner, because he's lucky like that.

Your hand find his and he kisses your knuckles, sighing against your skin.

"I'm sorry, I know I study too much" he whisper against your hand, voice low so the librarian doesn't kick him out.

"You need a break. Actually, I know what you need" you whisper back, pulling him with you library in, walking through corridors like you know them better than yourself – because you do.

"Where are you taking me, honey?" he asks low, laughing. It's getting older and darker here, and it's clear no one is around.

You turn to face San, his kind eyes so soft looking at you, all trusting and loving. And you push him against the bookshelf.

"Here" you smile before you smash your lips together. Your tongue slide on his bottom lip, then slide in his mouth.

He all, but growls as his tongue met yours. And suddenly he's taking control, spinning around to push you against the bookshelf, his hand finding the back of your thigh, squeezing and pushing your hips to his. His tongue wraps on yours, his hand twists and fists your hair and your world is spinning too.

"You're so... God" he groans, sexy and hoarse. He's a goner when it comes to you, and nothing will stop him.

"I would pay good money for your favorite teacher to come see how bad of a boy you are with me" you tease him, and it ears you a light slap on your backside. You moans low.

"I want your mind on me and no one else, love. Now do that sweet sound again" he breath the words in your ear.

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Should I do a Wooyoung or a San one next?

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Boy Next Door - Seonghwa

genre: sexy, smut like

CW: Mention of body parts, voyerism, self-pleasure, swearing.

You moved to a new house, back with your mother after a long year at uni, staying for summer break and, of course, because you miss her a lot.

You start setup your room when you see your window is turned to another window and get annoyed. Nothing like having no privacy, am I right?

Seonghwa walks into view wearing a sweaty tank top and grey sweatpants and, oh my-my, maybe the view isn't so bad after all.

He takes off the tank top, exposing his ripped body. He's lean and muscular, a perfect models body, and you can't stop staring. He moves to take off the sweatpants and you gasp, making him notice you.

He tilts his head, curious, and waves. You close your curtains, feeling shy. Fuck, he caught you looking.

You go through your day, unpacking boxes and moving furniture. Day becomes night, and a few days go by. You catch glimpses of his shirtless self here and there. Really, does this boy even own any shirts by now?

By the end of the week the heat becomes too much, and you keep the widow and curtain open even at night. You hear a noise, and look at the sexy boy window, catching him touching his body, eyes closed. There's a clear volume in his sweatpants, they're black today, and you start to feel warmer.

He opens his eyes, catching yours. For a moment you think he'll call you out, say you're a pervert and close his curtains, but he does the opposite.

He smirks and undress slowly, giving you a show as he takes off his pants and boxers, exposing his... God, what a feature.

Tantalizingly slow, his hand circles his member, his eyes fixed on yours, and he moves it lazily up and down. A small grunt leaves his lips, a sexy sound that goes straight south in your body, making it burn up.

His eyes never for a second falter as his hand moves faster and faster, and your mouth is gaped, you don't even know if you're blinking watching what he's doing.

His orgasm hits him hard, the sound that comes off his lips is sinful in every way and will haunt your dreams for weeks to come. And the motherfucker wink at you, panting heavy, and close his curtains.

You're left boiling in desire, haunted by that man and what he showed you.

But this isn't the end, you think to yourself, he'll have his payback.

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Perfect - Jongho

genre: afterglow; cute

inspiration: She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds Of Summer

CW: brief mention of sexual intercourse and related things.

There was many sacrificies that came with being an idol and being away from his lover was one of the biggest and hardest ones.

That's what he was thinking while he came out of the bathroom where he went to throw away the used condom and wash up fast. Well, at least he think it was that 'cause as soon as he saw you standing by the window wearing nothing, but his underwear any rational thought flew off his head.

You're the prettiest thing he ever seen, and all his. That made him smile as he comes to hug you from behind.

"I think I'm done with singing. I want to live a life where I can see you like this all day all the time," he jokes against the nape of your neck. You laugh.

"You get so romantic in the afterglow, love." You tease him, and he gives you a nip.

"Maybe it's because of you," he murmurs, his nose running up and down the column of your neck. "Maybe it's all because of you, jagiya."

You hums, leaning on his strong body. You can see some marks you left on his arms, which means no short sleeve for a while. Smiling, you run a finger on one of the hickeys.

"Oh, dear, who did this to you?" you pretend to be worried. He laughs, making your skin tickles.

"A very naughty girl," he jokes back, backing away from your body. You shake your head, looking back at the sun setting in the horizon.

Jongho walks to his bag, shuffling the contents, looking at all of it. He stops, look at you with a soft smile, then back at the bag, where there's a small ring box with a very fancy diamond ring tucked between his clothes.

Soon. he thinks to himself. Very, very soon.

"Hey, love," he calls out, hiding something behind his back as he gets up. You turn to him, puzzled.

"Yes?"

"How about a trip to Bahamas?" he shows two plane tickets, grinning like crazy.

Indeed very soon.

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BICEPS, I mean training - Yeosang

genre: flirting

Your mom annoyed you until you finally agreed to start doing some workouts, so you start a gym membership. So boring.

The first day, you get there with your water bottle, hopes, dreams and despair. You walk to the first equipment and do what you understand from the instructions.

But, God, isn't it hard?

"You're doing it wrong" a soft deep voice sounds behind you. You startle and look up.

Yeosang.

You two have some classes together. He's usually quiet with others, but a funny guy to his group of friends which is surprisely big.

"Am I?" you frown, looking at the instructions again. He moves his hand to meet yours and do the movement. "Oh, it does feel easier like this."

He smiles. And he's so goddamn pretty.

But then you notice he's in a tank top, when he's usually wearing just hoodies and your brain stops working.

"Is it even legal to have an arm this big? Should be considered a weapon" you say without thinking, then you blink and he laughs.

"They could be, I guess" he blushes lightly, but smiles anyway. "I do spend a lot of time working them out. Is it what you're working towards?"

"No, just trying to stay fit and healthy" you say. "Maybe get my ass bigger."

"Bigger than that? Wow, *that* should be illegal" he smiles. Was that... was that flirting?

You blush and finish your exercise, looking at him for guidance.

"Maybe we can workout together?" you ask, hopeful. Your eyes fall to his biceps again, which he, without any shame, flex.

"And grab a drink after?" he lays to do weight lifting.

"Sounds... sounds like a good idea" you smile. Guess you have a date now.

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Schedule - Hongjoong

genre: angst

It was raining, because of course if was. You were under a store awning, listening to the rain drops hitting on it, making that soothing noise.

Except it was all, but soothing now.

His car headlights appeared and he came out of it, running to you, his hair damping against his skin, his face pure agony.

"Baby" he murmurs, hand coming to meet yours, but stopping mid-way. "I'm so sorry, I–" he hesitates, and continue low. "I'm sorry."

You say nothing, shivering and pulling your coat closer to your body. Is there even anything to say now?

"We were rehearsing, then we started to brainstorm ideas for the album, and I just... I lost track of time" he keeps trying to justify it. "When I realized how late it was, I ran here, and–"

"It's fine" you whisper, more to yourself. "Work comes first."

"That's not– love, that's unfair. You know it's not it" he frowns, upset, holding your hand, brushing his thumb in your knuckles.

You watch his hand, so soft and gentle, but your heart is in too much pieces to hold it dear as it always does.

"Talk to me" he pleads, moving closer. "Let's get to the car, we can warm up, and I'll cook us something or order anything, just, please, don't shut me out."

You look into his eyes. There's a mix of desperation and hopelessness in those gorgeous eyes.

"I... do want sushi" you say, and he let's a deep breath out he was clearly holding.

"Sushi it is. We can eat it everyday if you want." He helps you to the car, opening the door for you. He closes the door and walks to the driver's seat.

He turn on the car and the heater, before watching you for a long moment. He's hesitating, wanting to say something, but not quite sure what.

"You're not less important than work, you know? I do mean it" He grabs your hand and starts to drive. "I was just so caught up on it, which isn't an excuse, but I was writing a song about you, and I was so happy, I just–"

He sighs, and bring your hand to his lips.

"I'll make it up to you" he promises, and your heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, it's not as broken as before.

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Princess - Mingi

genre: teasing love

You know the drill. He gets on stage, topless, making thousands of girls – and boys! – sigh in love, and then he gets down, sweaty, panting, and smiling. For you.

Ah, how your heart flutter for that cute smile and dimple.

"How was it?" he asks, cutely, hugging you so hard he takes you off the ground. Oof.

"It was incredible." you smile to him. "As always."

He can't stop smiling. He loves it everytime you have time to come watch one of his concerts. He makes it extra spicy for you.

"But honestly, were you trying to get the microphone pregnant? I mean you did rub yourself into it a lot." You tease him, and he gets a little red in the cheeks. Only you could make Song Mingi blush.

"I wasn't! I– Oh stop laughing! You're mocking me" he pouts. How can someone so big and broad be so damn cute?

"I'm just teasing, my love" you caress his cheek. "It was sexy, and amazing, and I want it all over again."

He melts into your touch and words. Nothing like being praised by his love to make him all happy.

"Maybe next time you could do it with a crown like a proper princess?" you can't resist the teasing, and he groans.

"Who said anything about proper princess? Was it Yunho? I'm gonna kill him" he says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You laugh, caressing the hair in the nape of his neck.

"I did. You're my princess." you kiss his temple.

"That I am" he says against your skin, giving a soft kiss there. "I love you."

He pulls you closer, his face deep in your neck, his favorite place to be, where he doesn't intend to leave for a long while.

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Primeiro Encontro - Jongho

gênero - romance

Isso é idiota.

É o que Jongho pensa enquanto caminha até ela. Ele mal consegue respirar ou formar um pensamento coerente, o que é completamente absurdo já que sabe exatamente o que quer dizer e fazer. E mesmo assim, naquele momento, tudo parece tão confuso.

Você se vira e sorri para ele, acenando, exatamente no lugar combinado, e ele jura que se esquece como se respira. É engraçado, ele sabe todas as técnicas de respiração, pode recitar todas e como devem ser feitas sem nem mesmo piscar, e mesmo assim parece que não existe ar o suficiente naquele parque ou no mundo.

"Oi" ele diz quando chega próximo o suficiente. Oi. Ele passou horas imaginando como seria te reencontrar e nem mesmo consegue fazer um cumprimento decente. Começamos bem.

"Oi" você cumprimenta de volta. "Cheguei adiantada, peço desculpas, mas olha que legal, temos uma bela vista do parque aqui."

Ele concorda com a cabeça, seus olhos fixos no seu rosto. Essa é mesmo a melhor vista, ele pensa enquanto vocês se sentam. O sol está se pondo e ele coloca a cesta que preparou o piquenique entre vocês.

Vocês conversam, sobre tudo e nada. Ele sorri, contando sobre os ensaios e a preparação para o debut. Você sorri e conta para ele como foi o trabalho, os estudos, tudo o mais que você tanto sonha em alcançar. Ele não fala muito, mas escuta absolutamente todas as palavras que você diz, absorvendo tudo como se fosse a coisa mais preciosa.

O sol começa a desaparecer e você se vira para olhar, admirando o dia se acabando. Jongho não consegue desviar os olhos do seu perfil, cada pequeno detalhe. O jeito que seus cílios descansam na curva da sua bochecha, a curva perfeita do seu nariz, o contorno dos seus lábios.

Qual será o sabor deles?

"Do que?" você pergunta, e ele pisca, percebendo que falou em voz alta.

"Nada!" ele tosse em seu punho, tentando disfarçar. Você o olha, e assim se encaram por um momento. Lentamente, a mão dele descansa sobre a sua e você congela. Ele é bem fechado quanto a toque físico, apesar de deixar claro que gosta, ele não gosta com qualquer um. E, naquele momento, você entra para a lista de pessoas que ele quer.

Seu dedão se move lentamente, acariciando as costas da mão dele, e Jongho solta o menor dos suspiros.

Sim, parece que esse é um primeiro encontro muito bem sucedido.

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Photoshoot - Yunho

genre - jealousy

It was photocard day, and they were lacking ideas. Wooyoung is scrolling his phone, looking on his hidden Twitter account for any memes they could replicate, but not even that was helping.

“This is stupid, let's just do a cute one biting at anything we have here. Give me that biscuit.” Jongho says, stealing Yeosang's cookies.

You’re laughing while leaning against your boyfriend's, Yunho, chest. He pulls you closer, caressing lightly your waist. You turn your face upwards and kiss his face, leaving a lipstick kiss mark, and then Hongjoong points at it.

“That's it! Let's do a full kiss face. The fans will eat it up” he says. “She can do it.”

He points at you, and Yunho gets up.

“Absolutely not! She won't go around kissing all of you!” He's outraged. You hold back a laugh, because there's nothing as sexy as this man jealous.

“She won't be kissing our lips, Mister Toxic” Mingi smiles at his friend, who's not finding it any funny.

“I am not–” he's interrupted by you, poking his side.

“I don't mind. It's just a couple marks, it'll be fast.” you caress his hand. He looks conflited, but, as the others start to tease him, he sighs, irritated.

“Fine” he agrees against his will. They cheer up like it's New Years, and it only serves to sour Yunho's mood even more.

You apply a whole lot of lipstick, kissing all over all the seven other members face. As they start to take their photos for the cards, you walk to Yunho, who looks like he ate a full bag of the most bitter lemon.

“Hey, look at me” you call for him, his expression softening as he looks at you.

“Sorry.” he sighs. “I don't mean to be so possessive.”

You look at each other and start to laugh loudly.

“Okay, that's a lie, but I don't mean to make it this bad.” he says, pecking your lips. “Forgive me?”

You nod, kissing him back, making a mess of lipstick all over his lips and chin. You do a few marks all over his face and move to clean up his lips.

“Leave it.” He says, winking. “Let them know I have a leash on.”