Summary: Soobin thinks you could be the most dangerous thing to ever happen to him, if he let you (or: not even the ambience of a city rooftop can distract Soobin from you).
Word Count: 5.7k
Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot), public sex, established relationship, man is a simp
Author’s Note: the lovely @chanis-banani has allowed me to post the birthday gift I made for her 🥰 I played myself by writing it for her because now I’m kinda nuts about him too. Whoops.
Soobin has never been a particularly possessive or territorial person before, so he’s unprepared for how it feels to see you in his shirt.
He watches you in the reflection of the hotel elevator, mesmerized. The shirt is a button-down, oversized even on Soobin. He’d helped you roll up each sleeve four times just to give your wrists some breathing room, and from how it fits on you, it gives the appearance that it’s the only thing you’re wearing at all. He’s trying very hard not to stare at your bare legs, focusing in on your little painted toenails to try and stay respectful. He’s not sure if it’s working. Nothing feels respectful about the way he looks at you these days.
The two of you are on a weekend trip to the city together, seizing the opportunity for quality time alone during a rare time when neither of you have anything in your schedules. You’d suggested pretending it was a fancy weekend, and Soobin had taken you at your word and sprung for a nicer hotel than usual, particularly because of how your face had lit up at the idea of a rooftop pool.
The two of you are on the way to this pool now, and instead of wearing normal clothes over your swimsuit, you’d insisted on borrowing one of his shirts. He’d agreed without really thinking about it, and once the sleeves were rolled up you’d declared it was perfect.
Soobin can’t disagree, either, because he can’t stop looking at you in it. Something about it being your idea makes it even better. He likes the way you look in it, but in a way he didn’t expect. Some sort of base instinct in his gut is glowing, seeing you in something of his.
Then again, you’ve always fascinated him, even before the two of you began seeing each other. You’ve always lit up every room he sees you in, something about how you carry yourself drawing the klutzy moth of him to you like flame. He’s never wanted to know so much about another person before. He loves learning every little thing that makes you laugh, that makes you chatty, that incites reactions in you.
He can’t believe he convinced you to say yes when he asked you out, amazed you allowed him to keep coming back for more. He feels like a naturalist who got outrageously lucky enough to get close to their favorite beloved wildlife, like he has to drink in and take note of everything he can get of you in case you spook and flee. Like he can puzzle out the mystery of you if he studies you closely enough.
You catch him staring in the reflection and make a silly face. He grins and makes one back, shifting closer to you and watching his reflection drape an arm over your shoulders. He’s realizing recently how often you draw him in, how he’s always looking for reasons to be as close to you as he can. If he really was a moth, he’d be scorched to a crisp by now.
He can feel you practically vibrating with excitement as the two of you step out onto the roof. There’s a huge grin on your face as you gaze around with eyes so big that Soobin knows you wish you had more of them to take it all in.
“Not too shabby, then?” He asks, charmed at the way you flit from place to place, exploring.
“What do you mean, not too shabby? It’s perfect,” you gush, gesturing from thing to thing and bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Look at the view, ugh, it’s so—and the pool? It’s perfect, the water is so pretty, it’s all so pretty here at night, look at all the other buildings lit up, I’m just—!”
You take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, face still aglow. “Okay. Calming down.”
He grins, making his way to a chaise lounge near the pool and sitting. “That’s the spirit.”
“Why is it so empty up here on a night like this?” You wonder, staring up and around at the nearby buildings and night sky.
A private smile twitches at the corner of Soobin’s mouth. “Yeah, seems way too nice out not to be up here.”
“Definitely nice enough to swim,” you muse, turning to him and batting your eyes once. “You’ll swim with me, right?”
It was never a question that he would, but Soobin feigns uncertainty. “Hmm...”
“Just for a little bit,” you insist, shoulders slumping, and he can’t help laughing.
“’Course, that’s why we came up here.”
You pout at him, making your way over to his chair. “Rude.”
He watches you approach, endeared at the little frown line between your brows when you pout, how it makes your lips even more distracting. “You’re just easy to bother.”
You make a face at him. “Just for that, you can have your shirt back.”
His mouth goes a little dry when your hands go to the top button, fiddling.
“Oh no, please, anything but that,” he tries to deadpan, but his voice rasps.
You roll your eyes, amused, as you pop the first button. “Perv.”
He can’t even refute you. It’s like erotic torture, watching you unbutton the shirt—his shirt; god, that really is doing things to him. The buttons are on the opposite placket than you’re used to, which means you move slower, and Soobin watches in an agony of lust as inch after inch of your skin is revealed.
You shrug the shirt off when it’s finally unbuttoned, tossing it into his lap and wandering to the edge of the pool. He tries to get himself back under control, but your swimsuit leaves so much less to the imagination than anything else he usually sees you wear that it’s impossible.
You look back over your shoulder at him, pausing on the steps descending into the water. “You coming?”
He nods, dazed.
You raise an eyebrow, smirk teasing the corners of your mouth. “You good?”
That depends heavily on what “good” means. He considers saying this, knows you’ll enjoy the philosophical banter, but when he opens his mouth his throat is too dry to speak. He shuts his mouth and clears his throat, giving up. “I...yeah. Great.”
His face feels hot when you wink at him, tip of your tongue between your teeth. Jesus.
He watches you wade down into the pool and tries to think of boring things, like taxes and bylaws and coding instructions, anything but how breathtaking every inch of you is. It doesn’t work, especially when you dip beneath the surface briefly, then come back up, swiping your hair back from your face more flawlessly than any model.
“Water’s fine,” you murmur, and something in your expression makes him think you’re fully aware that he’s wrapped around your little finger.
Maybe the water will clear his head. He grabs the scruff of his shirt and yanks it over his head. “Coming.”
He doesn’t bother with the steps, heads straight for the deep end and hops in. The cool water is a welcome shock to his system, as well as the muted quiet of underwater. He lingers near the bottom, waiting until his lungs ache for air to push back towards the shallow end.
When he resurfaces, you’re floating on your back, gazing up at the night sky. He swipes his hair out of his face and rises to his full height, angling to see you better. You have your mouth pursed in a specific way to keep from inhaling water, and your hair splays out around your head in the water in gentle, undulating waves, Medusa-style. There are little twinkling reflections in your eyes of the world you’re drinking in above you. Bliss in your face.
Oh no, a voice in the back of Soobin’s mind says, and looking at you feels like he’s made of glass and is being shoved off a high ledge. But Soobin can’t bring himself to be frightened, can only concentrate on the pleasant swoop in his stomach as he plummets. He thinks he might enjoy being shattered by you.
You jerk in surprise when you catch him watching you, a thrash of water. “Jesus.”
He feels a grin tugging at his lips. “Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all.
“Why are you just standing there staring, you weirdo?” You move upright again, and your mad scientist hair flattens into a streaming curtain down your back. Pale blue pool light reflects in little waves over your skin, and Soobin would believe someone in this moment if they told him you were a water goddess.
He can’t tear his gaze away from you, still grinning like a fool. “You’re interesting.”
You raise an eyebrow, teasing smile back on your face.
“Interesting, huh.”
“Mhm.” He starts wading your way at that dreamlike pace water always demands. Moth, meet flame.
“Me, or my tits?”
“I—that wasn’t what—” Soobin stammers. “What—I hadn’t even looked at—”
And he hadn’t, truly. Except of course they’re now at the forefront of his mind, now that you’ve mentioned them, and invisible magnetism keeps tempting his gaze down, a losing fight with the thought of them right at the top of his brain, and now he’s noticing your chest, half-submerged, the gleam of soaked skin and droplets in tantalizing places, noticing the wet cling of swimsuit fabric to curving soft skin. He wonders how it might feel to glide his hands over and under and around, whether you would feel cool or warm under his mouth, and his mind hadn’t been on this track two seconds ago, it really hadn’t...
He hears you snort, tears his gaze back to your face, schoolboy guilt bunched in his stomach.
“Mmhmm,” you say, unbelieving. Your pleased little grin eases the shame, a balm on his heart.
“Yah, I really wasn’t,” he protests. “...but now that you mention it...”
Your snicker is cute, everything about you is so cute, and when did this happen, how did this happen, how did you become the most irresistible thing in Soobin’s world without him catching whiff of it before?
You surprise him when you lunge for him when he’s close enough, your arms flinging around his neck, soft mouth covering his. Like kissing him is a relief, like to you he’s something special, something to look forward to. He’s not going to question why, even if his own appeal to you puzzles him, just pulls you closer with his hands on your hips and kisses you back.
You pull back far too quickly, and he frowns, missing you already. He’s immediately distracted, though, at the delicate feeling of your fingertips ruffling in the soggy strands of his hair.
“Thanks for springing for this place,” you murmur, grateful little smile on your face. “I love it.”
“’Course, baby,” he hums, trying not to feel too smug for nailing it. All of it was worth it just for this.
Your gaze follows a droplet of water traveling down his neck and over his chest. One of your hands leaves his hair, tracing the wing of his collarbone gently.
“You’re really hot when you’re all wet,” you admit, floating off your feet and hooking your legs around his waist.
Your positioning immediately stokes his carnal interest. He blinks, dazed grin spreading slowly over his face.
“Only when I’m all wet?” He teases, hands on a slow glide from your hips to cup beneath your thighs, holding you in place.
You tsk at him, fingers still playing in slow, hypnotic patterns through his hair and over his chest. “Fishing for compliments? Don’t tell me you don’t hear them all the time. We know what you look like.”
He loves watching your mouth when you talk. The shape of your lips is something he’s constantly cataloguing for long-term memory, both from looking at and feeling them with his own.
“I only ever want your compliments,” he says absently, thumbs drawing little circles on your thighs, completely mesmerized. “They’re the only ones that count.”
He can see the reflection of the flickering surface of the pool in your eyes. Something thrills in his chest when the edges of your smile turn a little shy.
“Flirt,” you murmur, leaning in closer.
He blinks, drawing the tip of his nose along yours slowly. He can’t remember what he said. He should try to remember, should take it down to use later, but you’re quite literally hanging all over him and you’re all wet in a swimsuit and your mouth is only inches away and he is not God’s strongest soldier, after all.
He leans down and fastens his mouth over yours, kissing you like he has all the time in the world. It’s quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do, finding all the ways your mouths can fit together. He teases the tip of his tongue along your lower lip, heart racing when you sigh into his mouth and open for him. God. The taste of you, mingled with pool water and the lip balm you’d borrowed from him earlier, is enough to turn off all the thoughts in his brain.
Mouth still playing over yours, he wades slowly backward, inching towards the pool steps, crouching as the water gets shallow to keep you both weightless in the water. His heel knocks against the bottom step and he stumbles back, kiss breaking as he sits down hard.
Your little giggle goes straight to his crotch for reasons he can’t decipher. He grins, sheepish, lifts himself up to sit on the next-highest step, reaching for your hips and reeling you back in. You straddle his lap without him even having to ask, more proof to his mind that you’re perfect, and when he tilts his chin up you meet him halfway.
Everything about you in his arms feels right, and Soobin feels something unidentifiable deep within him settling into place. All his senses are honed in on you, on your mouth moving with his, on the gentle chaos of your breath, on the soft suppleness of you relaxing into him as he kisses you with slow, consuming ardor. His hands slide in restless patterns over you, and eventually his mouth parts from yours and drags along the line of your jaw.
“For the record,” he murmurs, pausing to nip softly at your earlobe, “you’re really hot when you’re all wet, too.”
Your laugh is breathless, a bolt of heat to his gut. “Only when I’m all wet?”
“Especially when you’re all wet,” he whispers, nuzzling against the hollow beneath your ear, savoring how you shiver.
Your skin is cool beneath his mouth, and he makes it a personal mission to warm it again, openmouthed kisses gliding smooth and wet and hot along the expanse of your neck, the curve of your shoulder, the wing of your collarbone. He feels you hum and relax further into his lap, tension in your muscles melting you closer against him, candle wax near open flame. He marvels innocently at how incredibly silky you are, even over firmer places, how there’s a hint of you behind the chlorine on your skin, and he needs more of it, feels an itch in his brain for more you in his senses.
“Hey,” you protest halfheartedly as he fumbles with the ties of your swimsuit top. “This is a public pool, someone could come up.”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, hearing the words purely at a sound level, feeling the ties come loose in his hands with a slithery tickle. He nuzzles into the inside curve of your breast, nudging fabric away from wet skin, mouth slipping along the plush undercurve. Pure fascination wins out as he opens his mouth wider, bites, sucks.
He feels you twitch in surprise at the feeling, soothes his hands along your back in half-apology, laser-focused on the feel, the taste of you in his mouth. You’re sensitive here, not as excruciatingly sensitive as your nipples, but that just means he doesn’t have to be as careful, can let his curiosity at the feeling of you win unrestricted.
He continues nibbling and sucking in that spot, slides a hand around to your front and tugs the now-loose top away, tossing it behind him blindly. He feels your hands tighten on his shoulders when he settles his hand back on you, cupping your other breast. He eases the pad of his thumb in gentle circles over your areola, mesmerized at the way the skin puckers and tightens to a point under the lazy caress. He hears you swallow back a moan, feels one of your hands slide up and weave fingers through his hair, and that base instinct deep in his gut puffs its chest knowing that he affects you like this.
He lifts his mouth from your skin with a crude pop, other hand sliding from your back to brush a thumb over the hickey. He knows you love when he leaves them on your neck, but it still makes him shy to know other people will see them and make assumptions about what your love lives are like. This one, however, on this pillowy curve of skin that only the two of you get to see, is right up his alley. Satisfied with how dark it is already, he nuzzles your breast and settles his mouth over your nipple.
The little noise you make is adorable, and Soobin finds himself smiling against your skin. He traces his tongue over the budding peak, unhurried, takes your other nipple between his fingers and pinches until you gasp. He can’t resist rolling it slowly between his fingers, twisting one way and then the other as he circles the other in lazy circles with his tongue.
He hears a frayed whimper in your throat, the helpless wriggle of your hips against his inflaming him further. He’s never been addicted to a person before, but he’s hooked on you for sure, wants to take inventory of every inch of you, every reaction he can incite, every texture and scent and movement. He drags his mouth to your other breast and kisses your poor abused nipple gently, massages it better with his tongue as his hand takes over the one he left behind.
All of you drowns his senses—the cool slipperiness of your skin, the little whines you sigh out, the way you keep cinching yourself closer to him, burying your face against his hair, agonizing friction in your laps. He can’t stop himself from groping your ass and tucking your hips in tighter against his, fascinated by the feeling of your muscles twitching and contracting with desire.
He makes a noise of surprise when your hand in his hair tightens and yanks, angling his face up to yours. You crush your mouth over his, and his hands are immediately all over you, roaming restless paths over every inch of you he can reach, urging you closer. He wants to drown in you, be consumed by you, devour you with all five senses at once and then more.
It’s not enough. He wrenches his mouth from yours, panting, tapping your hip.
“Up,” he pants.
You hesitate only a second before moving off of his lap. He stands quickly and takes your hand, sloshing his way up the remaining steps and out of the pool with you in tow.
You seem to be on the same wavelength, to an extent, matching his pace as he makes his way over to the chairs with your things on them. He guides you in front of him, a twinge of fondness in his chest at the sight of your arm attempting to cover your chest, as if that doesn’t just make them look especially sumptuous, and he wants his hands back on you, wants to test how squishable—
“Down,” he pants, hand nudging your shoulder until you sit on the chaise, then nudging again until you lie back. His other hand is already untying your swim bottoms, one side and then the other, gaze laser-focused as he leans in and presses a kiss low on your abdomen, parting your legs.
“I—wait, ‘Binnie,” you protest, hand coming to his head. “Stop—we are outside, someone could look out a window and see—”
“Don’t care,” he mumbles against your skin, mouth already gliding along the inside of your thigh. The looming buildings nearby, the vague hum of city life stories below, the night sky, the pool, everything is in a foggy haze in Soobin’s mind. His only focus is you, on how downy soft you are, how you shiver as his tongue darts out to catch at water droplets on your skin.
“Easy for you to say, you’re still wearing someth—ah,” you squeak as Soobin yanks your now-completely untied bottoms away, balling them up absently in one hand and hurling them to oblivion. “Wait, I’m serious, Soobinnnnnnngh.”
He groans into the apex of your thighs, mouth open wide and tongue flattened along as much of you as possible. God, yes, this is exactly what he’s after, concentration and essence of you overwhelming his senses. Slowly, he curls the tip of his tongue, dragging his mouth up, the motion gently parting wet layers of inner softness. You slap a hand over your mouth, moaning as the tip of his tongue laves over the sensitive crest at the very peak, and he lingers there for a moment, leaving an openmouthed kiss.
Blindly, he fumbles above him, finding your arm and pulling your hand away from your mouth, anchoring your wrist to the chaise. He feels your other hand tighten hard in his hair as he continues leaving wet, sucking kisses all over the sensitive tucks and pleats of flesh, working you up with ruthless patience.
He daydreams about this more often than he cares to admit, even more so when the two of you are apart, and he’s determined to learn and implement the way you like it best, the way that makes you lose all sense of shame. Admittedly, he gets a little carried away in part because you’ve told him your former partners were merely passable at eating you out. His competitive streak, combined with this growing obsession with you, make him determined to be extra attentive whenever you grant him this opportunity.
It’s difficult to stay focused, though, the hot and wet feel of you on his mouth, the taste of you on his tongue, enough to make him delirious. He easily gets lost in the savoring, mapping every inch of you under his tongue, lingering in places just because it makes you tremble and whine like you’re desperate for him, and he wants you just as desperate for him as he feels about you.
He hums into you, delighted, when your legs close in around his head as he closes his mouth over your clit and sucks. Everything goes muffled, even the little moans of his name you’re trying to bite back, but it hardly matters when he can feel your limbs shaking, feel you hot and throbbing against his mouth. You start trying to buck your hips into his face, and he slides his free arm over your abdomen and pins you down, steadying you both. He tongues over you in wet, languid strokes, feels the clenching flutter of the entrance into your body. Pure fascination drives him again, and he strokes you there again, stiffening his tongue and driving it into you.
Oh, god. The tight, blistering heat of you, the taste, nearly unmans him. He moans into you, guttural, and nearly loses his mind at the way he can feel your inner muscles fluttering and clenching rhythmically on his tongue like a heartbeat.
The overwhelming need to make you come slams into him like a tidal wave. He’s determined now, anchoring you in place and delving his tongue into you in delicately aggressive thrusts, nuzzling into you deeper and deeper. He can hear you whining even with your thighs muffling his ears, the sound increasingly desperate, and he wants to give you anything in the whole world that you want, would roll over and bark if you asked, so he doubles his efforts and slides his mouth back up to suck and tongue at that most sensitive bud, wringing sensation like raw honey from the comb.
He wonders for a brief moment if he could come just like this, completely untouched with his face buried between your legs, moaning into you like your pleasure is his own, and if that makes him a munch then so be it. And then you tense and tighten against him for a full moment and the pleasure uncoils, your whole body arching and shuddering in euphoria. He shoves his tongue back into you and moans, lightheaded at each of the siphoning ripples of fulfillment pulling him in deeper, drunk on the little sobs of pleasure you make.
God. He’s never wanted anything as much as he wants to be wrapped up in you right the fuck now. He eases you through the quaking pulses of ecstasy and starts fumbling with the drawstring of his swimsuit, taking care not to touch himself for fear of blowing his load in his pants like a teenager. Raw need claws at his insides like a rabid animal, desire to make sure everything is perfect for you warring against his impatience, his craving to skip over things like a condom and gentleness and—
Condom. Oh. He remembers reminding himself to grab one, remembers seeing the box of them tucked into his bag and knowing one would be needed, and yet here he is, empty-handed. Fuck.
“We have to go back to the room,” he groans, leaning back and mopping his chin with the back of his hand. “Now. I need to be in you more than I need to live another day.”
Through your pleasured exhaustion, a lazy smile forms on your lips. You shake your head, glancing over and gesturing at his dress shirt you’d borrowed.
“Don’t need to go back downstairs,” you breathe, and fuck, your post-orgasm voice is devastatingly sexy. “Get the shirt, I brought a condom.”
He blinks at you, once, twice, not comprehending. “You...”
Color flushes over your skin prettily. “I...I thought it never hurts to be prepared. For anything.”
Soobin is trying to process that you’ve had a plan for being up here that involves a condom. Dazed, he glances over at the neighboring chaise, reaches for the shirt.
“Is there a condom...in the shirt...?”
Your breathless giggle ties his insides into little knots.
“You didn’t notice the weird shape in the breast pocket earlier?” You ask, eyes crinkled in mirth.
Through the haze of oh my god she wants us to fuck, Soobin finds it in him to be indignant again. “I wasn’t looking at—I was trying not to look, you know, at...”
He huffs a sigh as he extracts the condom from the shirt pocket, unable to stay annoyed even as you keep giggling at him.
“Here I was trying to be respectful,” he tsks, smiling even as his ears grow hot.
You snort. “Ah yes, the respectful boyfriend that strips his girlfriend at a public pool and commits sex acts on her where anyone could stumble in on them.”
“No one’s going to stumble in,” Soobin breathes, trying to make his hands dry enough to tear the condom packet open.
“What do you mean?”
“Pool’s closed,” he says, giving up and tearing at the packet with his teeth.
“The pool is closed? Are we going to get in trouble for—”
“It’s not really closed,” he says. “I just paid the front desk to tell the rest of the hotel guests that it’s closed.”
You stare at him for so long in stunned silence that he starts feeling a little antsy. “You bribed the hotel...so you could have sex with me?”
“I would bribe anyone with anything to spend even five platonic minutes alone with you,” he protests, fumbling the condom out of the wrapper.
He stills when you grab his wrist, arresting him with your stare. There’s something at work behind your eyes, something he doesn’t know the name for.
“What?” He whispers.
After a long moment, you swallow. “Nothing. I just...no, nothing. Here, let me.”
You keep eye contact as you slip the condom out of his hand, and he shivers when your other hand brushes down his abdomen. His breath stutters when you take hold of him, and he feels himself twitch in your hand after going so long neglecting himself.
If he doesn’t redirect his attention he may still finish before he can even get inside you. “People might—might still be able to see from windows,” he stammers as you roll the condom on, spreading your legs.
You shrug a shoulder, abashed smile still on your face. “If they see, they see,” you breathe.
Sometimes you make him breathless.
“Remind me not to believe you,” he murmurs, settling himself between your legs, “when you say you’re too shy to do this out in the open.”
You laugh as he drags his tip over you, catching on your entrance. “Don’t push it, this is a special ca—ohh.”
Ohh, indeed. Soobin moans and drops his forehead against your temple, feeling what little remains of his sanity obliterating the further inside he eases into you. You’ve been intimate like this before, but no matter how prepared Soobin thinks he is, every time feels like the first time all over again. Nothing ever truly prepares him for the scalding hot, wet glide into unimaginable tightness, for how even when you’re relaxed, he has to bully himself into you inch by inch. He’s shaking with the effort to be gentle, nudges his hips slowly until bit by bit, all of him is enveloped snugly inside.
“How can you feel this perfect,” he groans, most of the willpower left at his disposal exerted on lasting, good god he needs to last even just to feel you around him like this for longer—
You laugh again, breathless, and the way that feels when you’re connected like this is sinfully good. “I try.”
“No you don’t,” he gasps, rocking his hips gingerly into yours. “You just are.”
You whimper as the angle of his hips drives him into a sensitive place inside of you. He grinds into the spot again, careful, his restraint threadbare but hanging on.
“Please,” you pant, hitching your knees further up, and the adjustment of angle forcing him even deeper.
Soobin nearly chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He thrusts like he’s afraid of himself, mantra of don’t come don’t come don’t come flooding the forefront of his mind, sheer force of will.
“I won’t break,” you plead, voice so breathy and fucked-out it belongs in high-end porn. Sweet merciful god, he can’t do this.
He feels your mouth drag along his shoulder, and then a flash of sharpness. His body reacts to the bite before his mind can catch up, hips surging hard against yours, strangled noise punching out of his throat. Your legs tighten around him, intimate muscles clenching in that way that means hell yes, and the groan from deep in his chest is inevitable as he snaps his hips again. Fuck.
Yeah, okay, he can do this for you. That base instinct in his gut purrs like a feral dragon at the way you can no longer hide your moans, being fucked like this. His new goal now is to build stamina, he’s determined, needs to be able to do you exactly how you want it for hours without stopping. He thinks he might be moaning too but he can’t hear, so preoccupied with drinking in every clench of your muscles around him, every little pleasured expression on your face, addiction to every part of you wrapped around him like this so intense he feels lightheaded.
He can’t tell if you’re shaking or he is, only knows you’re pulling him in like you aren’t already as close as it is humanly possible to be, like that somehow isn’t enough, like you can meld yourselves into a singular being if you try hard enough. Your fingernails dig hard into his shoulders, your breath stuttering in that way that tells him just what’s coming next, and then you shatter around him.
You become impossibly tighter around him, bearing down with rhythmic spasms luring him deeper inside, as if that’s even possible, like he hasn’t been working himself as deep into you as he can go, purely for selfish reasons. He never wants to leave, would live inside you if he could, and he loves that you get like this with him, loves the way you go soft and pliant when the release begins ebbing, god, he loves—
His release hits him with no warning, no buildup, hard as a bullet train. Fuck. It feels like nothing that’s ever happened to him before, and a stab of panic electrocutes him through the feeling. His ears are ringing, alarm bells tolling danger in his bones, and he feels out of control, completely gone, glass making impact at last and shattering into far-flung pieces, impossible to gather again. It’s all he can do to gasp for breath, clutching at you like handfuls of sand that keep slipping away, hips rocking into you, slow, rhythmic, with a mind of their own.
Your arms slide around his back, warm pressure like an anchor point, and just with that, with your tight embrace and each deep breath you take, you’ve found each piece of him, binding him back together. Only now the essence of you fills in the cracks, the healing balm, each sinew of him now limned with your glow. A moth made of flame.
Soobin tries to take as even breaths as possible, tries to sound calm, rests his face against the chaise next to your face and feels a hot stinging drip from his eyelashes.
He knows what that look in your eyes was earlier, he realizes. The unidentifiable emotion. He knows because it’s clicking for him right now, the knowledge that he feels that way, too.
Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.
Word Count: ~3k
Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor
Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3
You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.
He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.
Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.
You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.
Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.
You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.
You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.
He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.
Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?
He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.
Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.
“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.
You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”
“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.
You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”
“Could get caught.”
You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”
“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.
You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.
He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.
He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.
You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”
“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.
You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.
“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.
“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”
He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.
He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.
“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.
You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.
You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.
“Not fair,” you protest.
“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.
You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.
You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.
You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”
He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.
“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.
He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.
He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.
He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.
You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.
His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.
You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.
His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.
“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”
Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?
You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.
The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.
Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.
“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”
Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.
You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.
Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”
You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.
He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.
“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”
Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.
He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.
“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.
“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”
You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.
Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.
He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.
“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”
And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.
Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.
You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.
The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—
You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.
You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.
The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.
Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.
“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”
You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.
“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”
The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.
“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”
And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.
In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.
As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.
I'm working on a little something, but I can't figure out who I want to write it about. So I'll just let you guys vote :) All I'll say is it will be 18+
Body shot from Jooeyon, from his collarbone and he giggles sooooo much and his hair is kinda in the way and it tickles🤭 -🎃
body shots with him will be a mess, but in the best way possible. he will giggle no matter if you take the shot from his collarbone or bellybutton, but oh god it will be so nice to do it from his collarbone as he has his hands on your waist. he will give you light pats as a sign to drink up, but then burst in the most addicting giggles making the alcohol spill down his body which will tempt you to lick it off… this will happen multiple times, because he just cannot stay still, and the fact he’s a bit tipsy from the shots he took from you before that isn’t helping either. at the end you will just pour the booze in his mouth and drink from there 🤤
Note: gosh it's been a while since I've written anything and I missed working on all of my projects so much. I thought a lot about which idea I should continue writing on, and then I figured: what better way to come back to tumblr than by adding a new group to my list? Expect a lot more of The Boyz from me ;)
Synopsis: Juyeon had looked your way. And he was blushing. There had always been amazing chemistry between you, but tonight, both of you are ready to drive that cemistry to a whole new level. After escaping Eric's late New Year's Eve party, Juyeon can't wait to explore every part of you.
Genre: mostly fluff, followed by a tiny bit of sensual smut
Pairing: juyeon x afab reader
Word count: 3.2k
Warnings: parties (ew), alcohol, a bit of oral (f receiving)
"Nobody needs to come along."
That's how it all escalated.
Barely thirty minutes ago, you had still been at the party, having a good time, dancing to mediocre music. Overall the party was a little boring, and there weren’t many people you knew, but it was fun enough.
One of the few familiar faces was Lee Juyeon, though to say that you were friends would be putting it strongly. You'd spoken to him before, about the weather, about music, about some people you both knew, your favorite food, his favorite color, and just once about the meaning of life. But all of these conversations had been short-lived and usually got interrupted by either one of you being called by a friend.
And yet, even though you merely knew him on this superficial level, something just felt right whenever you were able to talk with him. The way he would look at you every time you spoke, listening intently, like he truly enjoyed hearing you tell your life stories… Perhaps it was just delusion, but you could have sworn you’d seen that gaze of his dart towards your lips a few times.
It was probably delusion.
Today should have been like any other day. The party was hosted by Eric, to celebrate New Year’s Eve, even though it was about two weeks late for that. You stood in the kitchen with a friend and you were in the middle of laughing at one of their genius jokes when you noticed Juyeon’s figure from the corner of your eye. Immediately, you felt a heavy feeling in your stomach. He caught you laughing, how cliché! What if he was going to think you were just putting up a show to catch his attention?
With your smile now removed entirely from your heated face, you poured yourself a glass of champagne, and quickly reengaged in the conversation with your friend, who hadn’t noticed your brief moment of panic. Every now and then, you couldn’t help but take a quick look in Juyeon’s direction, just to see that he remained caught up in his conversation as well.
By the sixth time you peeked at him, you came to the shocking realization that he was looking right back at you. The moment couldn’t have lasted more than a millisecond, but it was enough. Too much even. Juyeon had looked your way. He had seemed thrilled at the eye contact, and even though he had turned his head away from you immediately, you hadn’t missed the deep red color that had appeared on his ears and cheeks.
Juyeon had looked your way. And he was blushing.
After this moment, you caught him taking little glances at you several more times. At first, it appeared to be almost accidental, but as time went on, you got a growing feeling that he was doing it on purpose. You decided that you’d had enough of this when he even threw you a little smirk. Not wanting him to see how worked up you got over him, you stopped looking in his direction and focused on your friend instead. Mostly.
A couple of minutes later, you found yourself all alone in the kitchen, after your friend had left to go to the bathroom. Trying not to act as mortified as you were, you focused on the bottle of champagne, as you were about to pour yourself a second glass. Right when you were about to tilt the bottle, you caught a familiar figure approaching you from the corner of your eye. Before you could even act at all, Juyeon’s large warm hand brushed against yours as he gently took the bottle from your hands.
“Allow me.”
The warmth, along with the playfulness in his voice made your cheeks burning hot all over again. With your eyes fully fixed on the way he poured the champagne into your glass, you tried to ignore the violent tornado that seemed to be ripping your stomach apart. You didn’t know what kind of “butterflies” other people felt in their bellies, but you were damn sure they had never laid eyes on Lee Juyeon.
“Did you know Hyunjae’s running an afterparty?” he asked while pouring himself a glass of champagne too. His eyes were creased in his usual, delightful smile, which was enough to completely distract you from any conversation points whatsoever. You took a subtle deep breath in order to snap out of it, but the sight of his lips…
“Here you go.” Juyeon handed your own glass back to you with that same dazzling smile and he carefully clinked his glass against yours as a matter of saying cheers. “Happy new year,” you joked, while returning the gesture to him. As you looked up at Juyeon - as one does when saying cheers - you caught a glimpse of your friend, who was making her way back from the bathroom. God, please not now. You finally had this boy all to yourself.
Your friend waved enthusiastically, and you gave them an awkward little wave in return. Juyeon turned his head to see what was going on, and when he looked your way again, his demeanor had changed a little. His body had tensed and the relaxed expression he wore on his face just before, now made way for a more nervous appearance.
“Y/n…,” he uttered while putting his glass back on the counter, “Do you maybe want to get out of here?”
He was so close to you now. You hadn’t even noticed how close he had gotten. The way he stood in front of you completely blocked your view from your friend, and part of you felt inexplicably grateful for this. His voice had sounded exhilarated, which made you all the more nervous. But at the same time… incredibly excited.
“Sure!” you said, while nodding perhaps a tad too enthusiastically, “is the afterparty just at Hyunjae’s place?” His eyebrow perked up at your question, which sent a slight tremble through your hand when you tried to take another sip from your champagne.
“Nobody needs to come along.”
The way he spoke was hushed, almost secretive. It had barely been more than a whisper, yet he had pronounced every word with so much clarity that there was no way to misunderstand what he had said.
“Every time I get to talk to you, we find ourselves caught in such crowded places. It’s hard to get to know you like this.”
You tried to avoid his gaze when you involuntarily felt how your lips curled into an awkward grin, and you nervously played around with the glass in your hands. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and whether it was because of Juyeon or the champagne, a dizzy feeling began to rise. Or maybe it was because he stood close enough for you to have the smell of his cologne drowning out any other sensation for a second.
Juyeon broke the tension by taking a sip from his own glass, which made it a little easier for you to wrap your head around the situation. Maybe he just wanted to take you to the movies? … at 1 am? Please. Despite your immense nervousness to even be near him like this, there wasn’t a single cell in your body that made you doubt how much you wanted exactly the same thing he wanted - whatever that might be.
“Y/n!”
Shit. Your friend had almost made their way through the other partygoers and startled you and Juyeon out of this moment of anticipation. In coincidental unison, the two of you set your champagne glasses back on the counter, and Juyeon straightened his back. This was it. This was when each of you would say their goodbyes for the night, like any other time you’d ever managed to speak to each other for more than five minutes.
But Juyeon didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t say anything.
Instead, you felt how his fingers brushed softly against yours, as he reached out his hand to you. His palm pointed up, his fingers were in a relaxed, welcoming position. Inviting.
“Are we ready to risk it all?”
His voice sounded equally as inviting, and with that, like in some kind of trance, you felt your own hand holding on to Juyeon’s.
•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•
The excited sound of your voices filled the apartment even before you entered, as Juyeon chuckled while you were fumbling around to find the right key. He was so close to you again. The little space that was left between the two of you only grew smaller and smaller and smaller. Now small enough to feel his breath on your cheek. His hand rested very lightly on your waist. The scent of his cologne intoxicated you even more. It took a lot of effort to keep your breathing at a regular pace, until you finally got the key and opened the door.
Unable to suppress your excitement, the two of you giggled as you entered the apartment and within seconds, Juyeon finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him. He buried his face into your neck, his lips curled up from the excitement and satisfaction of finally having you all to himself, and he deeply inhaled your scent. Even through all the layers of clothes, you could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, forming a drumming sensation against your own.
Both completely breathless, you took a moment to simply exist there. With your head snuggled against his shoulder, you relished in his company. Silently drinking in the experience of how he held you so tightly, how his muscles felt as they were wrapped around you like this, and how his hair tickled the side of your cheek. The room was now perfectly tranquil, the silence not even broken by your breathing, as both of you seemed too afraid to be woken from this everlasting dream. All there was, was the sound of your heartbeat, and muted traffic noise in the far distance.
And then another deep inhale from Juyeon. “You hug nicely,” he let out softly under his breath, before pulling away slightly to look at you. “You’re one to talk,” you muttered in response, delighted by the way his smile washed over his face again.
Acting completely on impulse at first, you pressed a kiss on his neck, right beside his jaw. You hadn’t thought much of it, but when you noticed the slight shudder that pulled through his body in response, you wanted to kiss his neck even more. So you did.
With every touch, the goosebumps on his skin got just a little more intense, and his fingers clenched themselves more tightly around your arm.
Both of you were slightly pulled out of your trance when he suddenly let out a little moan, which he had tried to suppress, and you pulled away from his neck to look at him, only to be kissed almost immediately. Though the kiss may have been sudden, he was so gentle; only kissing your lips lightly, like he was waiting for some kind of response before venturing any further. And once you opened your mouth to let in his tongue, he didn’t waste a second to explore you more.
Somewhat impatiently, he moved on from your mouth to your neck again. A lovely chill went through your body as he kissed his way from your jaw to your neck, treating every spot exactly like he had treated your mouth, and he moved further and further down. First to your shoulder, then to your chest and so on. He proceeded to kiss your body, only being separated from you by the clothes you were still wearing and he moved down and down to your upper belly, then your lower belly, and eventually he kneeled to kiss your hips.
With his fingers hooked on the rim of your trousers, he looked up at you with pleading eyes. “Is it okay if I…” he started, and before he could even finish his question, you were already desperately nodding yes at him.
A soft sigh of excitement escaped him and his fingers rushed to unbutton and unzip your jeans. In the blink of an eye, your trousers were hanging around your ankles and Juyeon’s fingers were running all over your bare skin, earning a little gasp from both of you. It felt like your head was spinning from the way his hands grabbed at you, the way his lips felt warm and lush on your inner thighs, and the way his teeth scraped at your skin ever so softly, yet hastily. He almost appeared like a fish out of water, the way he craved your body, and it seemed like he would surely choke if he didn’t get to touch you quickly.
With hasty movements, he tugged at your panties until they hung around your ankles, along with your jeans, and he brought one of his hands between your legs to reach his fingers between your folds.
The way he went about it was exhilarating and you fully wanted him to continue, yet maybe not at this pace. You took his hastiness as a compliment, knowing it meant nothing more than that he was excited to finally be doing this with you, but you wanted to slow things down a little just to catch this high.
Right when he was about to dive into you with his mouth, you brushed your fingers through his hair and softly said his name to him. This made him look up at you, the corners of his mouth still vaguely curled into a smile, and his eyes hopeful. “We can take our time,” you whispered to him softly.
His body relaxed at these words and the way you stroked your fingers through his hair, like he got so worked up in his own excitement, he had driven himself crazy, and your permission to take it slowly was enough to make him come to his senses again. His smile grew a little bigger on one side of his mouth, his eyes smiling along at you.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
As soon as he got rid of his jacket, his hands were already back on you again and he shifted you to the middle of the bed. He hooked his fingers under your shirt and you lifted your arms in the air so he could pull it over your head. Then he proceeded to take off his own shirt as well, while you unhooked your bra and tossed it away into the room.
He reached his face back between your legs, more slowly and more intentionally this time, and pressed a long, careful kiss on your clit. His big, strong hands held you tightly by one of your thighs to help you keep your balance, which was much needed. He reached forward with his eyes almost fully closed and an electrical sensation shot up your spine when you felt his upper lip on your clit, while his tongue slid up between your folds.
Before he would lick you any more, he pulled away again, rose to his feet, and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. Right when you were about to start complaining, you were suddenly lifted up and he placed you on the edge of your own bed. When he took a step back to crouch down and untie his shoelaces, you got the memo and you quickly began to take off your shoes as well and got rid of the jeans and panties that still hung around your ankles.
Finally serenity returned now that you were completely nude, no longer protected by the comfort of any piece of clothing whatsoever. The air felt cold against your bare skin, and this sensation was all too welcome after how heated you had gotten from Juyeon. Despite the darkness of the night, some light made its way into your room from the street lanterns outside and this was enough to admire Juyeon’s body. He was still in his pants, but that didn’t seem to concern him in the slightest. All of his attention was on you.
“Beautiful…” he muttered under his breath. The way he said it made it seem like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, and even in this dimly lit room you could see his ears getting red right after he said it.
Slowly and very gently now, he eased you on your back while getting on top of you, and he pressed a kiss on your collarbone. “Are you absolutely sure you feel comfortable with this?” he hummed softly while working his kisses up to your neck, creating goosebumps all over your skin. “Yes… Please…” you whine softly. You hadn’t even noticed how tightly you had been holding on to his arm until now.
He raised his head and brought his face close to yours, hovering directly above you with that same damn smile again. “And you’re really sure you won’t regret it later if we continue now?” His voice was so wonderful he made your head spin just by asking these questions.
“Absolutely sure,” you replied with even more determination now, and he pressed a satisfied little kiss on your lips, only to continue on down to your breast. You tensed when you felt how his lips cupped your nipple, and the feeling of his breath on your bare, sensitive skin sent a delightful shiver down your spine.
“And you’re not just saying this because you don’t dare to back out anymore?”
You immediately shook your head and squirmed a little when he dragged his tongue along your nipple. “Juyeon, I’ve been ready since before we left,” you say firmly while placing one hand on his head to stroke your fingers through his hair, “so please… Take me now.”
Finally satisfied, he pressed one final kiss on your breast before moving downward. You arched your back when he passed right past your sensitive area, and then his lips met your skin again on your inner thigh, all the way down by your knee. From there, he began to trail his kisses up, very slowly, taking his time with every single one, taking his time to drink in all of your little reactions, your scent, and the realization that this long-awaited moment was finally here. His kisses continued to trail upwards again until you could feel his breath on your vulva.
A strong shudder went through you as he took his time to tease you, continuing to press kisses on your thighs while being ever so close to the area you needed him the most. Your heart was racing and your entire body was covered in goosebumps from the sensation of his soft lips against your sensitive skin and the tickling of his hair.
Finally, he pressed one last kiss on your thigh and you felt how he held his face right before your opening now, hearing him whisper softly:
“Take me to your Avalon…”
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End note: I'm a tease, I know. Maybe if you guys beg me enough, I might consider writing the rest of the smut scene, from start to finish if you know what I mean ;)
Kinktober Day 1 (yes I'm aware I'm already late): Toys
Warnings: sex toys (vibrator), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, face fucking
Word Count: 1714
They say hindsight is always 20-20. But looking back at the events that led you here, you never could have predicted this.
The sweet bartender at your favorite bar never once gave off the vibes that he had a whole other side to his personality. Sure, you could’ve deduced as much from the tattoo sleeves decorating his arms. But still, he was always so cordial and hard-working. How were you supposed to know what he was really like?
It started with flirting. To your credit, you noticed fairly quickly how Hongjoong paid special attention to you. It was only your second time at the bar, but among all your friends, he seemed to sway towards you every few minutes.
Something about Hongjoong was magnetic. His dark eyes held depths within them, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to dive deeper. His features were sharp, and his hands… Oh, his hands were beautiful. You thoroughly enjoyed watching him shake drinks, his laugh lighting up the room around him. And when his elegant fingers wrapped themselves around the glass as he poured in his creation, you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat.
“What can I get for ya, doll?” Hongjoong’s voice startled you out of your daze.
Flustered that the very man you were just about drooling over was now in front of you, you quickly ordered your usual cocktail, a mojito. With a wink and a, “Comin’ right up!” Hongjoong sauntered away to mix your drink and take other orders.
You wondered why the air felt so warm all of a sudden, and used the flimsy paper menu to fan yourself as discreetly as you could. Your friend noticed and asked, “You okay?” she asked.
You nodded emphatically. “Yep! Just got a little warm for a second!” you insisted.
She eyed you for a moment, then grinned. “Alright, thanks for recommending this place! It’s great,” she said, sipping her drink.
You smiled back. “Yeah, I like it here.”
“One mojito for the pretty lady in blue,” Hongjoong said, placing your drink down in front of you.
You flushed. He thought you were pretty? You could say the same about him!
“Thank you,” you said, quietly sipping the drink. It was the best mojito you’d ever had. You glanced up at Hongjoong, who was waiting patiently with a small smirk on his face.
“So?” he asked.
“It’s so good! You’re really good at this,” you complimented.
The smirk widened. “Thank you,” he said, winking again. “Only the best for my favorite customer.” And with that, he bounced away, his attention already on someone else.
Thoroughly flustered, you took another sip of your drink to chase the thoughts away. Only, your next discovery didn’t help.
Stuck to the bottom of the glass was a small piece of paper. On it, Hongjoong had written “I get off at 11”.
Your head darted up, meeting Hongjoong’s eye. He grinned at you as he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the tattoos decorating his arms. You swallowed as discreetly as you could when he shook the mixer, making eye contact with you the entire time.
Yeah, you were screwed.
How Hongjoong played it so cool the rest of the night, you’ll never know. All you know is every glance you way, every light brush of his fingers against yours when he had you a drink, felt like an electric shock through your body.
You could feel the desperate need for any sort of pressure between your thighs when he handed you a glass of beer, his favorite, he claimed with a dazzling smile. His hand brush yours, his eyes never leaving your face.
Squirming a little in your seat, you took a deep breath and downed a good third of your glass. Hongjoong laughed his twinkling laugh. “Careful, pretty. You’re going to get me excited before my shift’s up.”
You nearly choked on your beer.
Hongjoong laughed again. “Actually, I have one more break before I finish the night. Come here.” His voice dropped lower, a stern look in his eye letting you know this was a command, not a suggestion.
Instantly, your body reacted, sliding off the barstool and trotting after him to the back of the restaurant. Hongjoong strutted past everyone, none of the other staff having time to pay attention to him and his unusual guest.
He led you to the breakroom, which was miraculously empty.
Confused, you crossed the threshold, only to find the door slamming shut behind you, and Hongjoong’s lips crashing onto yours. A surprised gasp left your mouth, and Hongjoong took full advantage. His tongue explored your mouth, learning every last bit of its new territory.
A moan left your mouth when Hongjoong’s hands drifted underneath your shirt, lifting it just a little to finger the band of your pants. But instead of exploring further, Hongjoong drew back.
“Take them off,” he ordered, nodding at your pants. He pulled something from the bag to his left. You didn’t question him, eager to know what he was planning.
Your eagerness turned to horror when you realized he was holding a small device you recognized as a remote control vibrator.
“Put it in,” he commanded again, handing you the little pink device.
“But-“ you started.
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Now.”
His voice grew deeper, and you found yourself fumbling with the zipper on your jeans. Thoroughly red in the face, you slowly slid your pants down and stuck your hand into your underwear. You were to slick, the vibrator slipped right in, resting right over your clit.
“Fucking tease,” Hongjoong muttered when you didn’t take your underwear off and hurriedly pulled your pants back up.
Blushing, you fumbled with the button on your pants. Hongjoong’s tone was teasing, and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on so incredibly much.
You nearly cried out when the vibrator suddenly buzzed to life. Your head jerked up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, a smirk on his face and the controller in his hands.
“This game we’re about to play has rules, sweetheart,” he said. “I get off work in two hours. The bar closes then too, so I have to clean up. If you can make it without cumming during that time, I’ll reward you.”
“Reward?” you managed to gasp out, the buzzer increasing in strength.
“Do what I say, and you’ll get to have it, babe,” Hongjoong stroked your cheek with his hand, grinning when he felt you already trembling beneath him.
He left the break room, and the buzzing stopped. You nearly collapsed to the floor. This wasn’t gonna be easy…
—
And easy it was not.
Hongjoong was cruel. He brought you to brink of orgasm, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and your hand holding your glass shook, only to then stop the vibrator altogether.
Every time it stopped, you involuntarily twitched in your seat, causing several well-meaning customers seated next to you to ask if you were okay. Nodding and doing your best to smile cheerfully, you lied, “Yep! Just a weird shiver, you know how it is.”
And they would laugh along with you, unknowing of the torture you were undergoing.
—
To your shock, you made it to closing. Barely.
And to your dismay, your little challenge got a whole lot harder after Hongjoong volunteered to finish closing up for everyone. A couple of the employees winked at you on their way out, but you chose to ignore them.
When the door closed, the vibrator sprang to life, immediately jumping up three settings. You gasped, finally allowed to make a little more noise with the restaurant empty. Hongjoong went about his business, putting things away and wiping down the bar.
Every time you made a little noise, he’d silently crank the vibrator up a notch until you were shaking under the highest setting. Your clit was throbbing, you legs were shaking, and without warning you came. Hard.
With a little shriek, you came onto the barstool, and the vibrator abruptly stopped. Head swimming, you startled when Hongjoong’s beautiful hand lifted up your head.
“And you were so close to winning too,” he chastised.
Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden. “I- no, I mean, I’m sorry-“ you tried to speak, still reeling from your sudden orgasm.
“Take your clothes off,” Hongjoong ordered, his eyes dark.
You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt over your head with a blush. When you took your pants off, Hongjoong grew impatient, lifting you up over his shoulder and bringing you behind the bar. He set you down on the bar counter, ripping your panties off you.
He knelt down in between your thighs, slowly pulling the vibrator out of you. He licked your juices off the little silicone toy. You watched, mouth hanging open a little as he swirled his tongue over the toy, wishing with every fiber of your being that he was doing that to you.
Hongjoong undid his pants, slowly freeing his hardened cock. You licked your lips. Hongjoong laughed. “Careful, sweetie, your lips will get chapped,” he said with mock worry.
You flushed. Hongjoong grinned and positioned himself up against you and thrusting in without much fanfare. You gasped, the stretch of him filling you up startling but delicious.
And Hongjoong began to pump, faster and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot just right every time. Your little whines and moans began to increase in volume, Hongjoong’s pace never slowing down.
And just as you were teetering over the edge, so blissfully close to the knot in your stomach coming undone, Hongjoong pulled out.
Your head jerked up, a whine tearing from your throat.
But Hongjoong had no time for your complaints. “On your knees,” he ordered.
You hurriedly clambered off the counter and onto your knees, giving Hongjoong the sweetest look you could muster as you took his dick into your mouth. Hongjoong just laughed.
You gagged as he thrust forward, fucking into your throat mercilessly. Tears trailed down your cheeks, but you held firm, letting him facefuck you until he was cumming down your throat.
You swallowed his cum, wiping your tears. You looked up only to see Hongjoong zipping his pants back up. He winked at you.
I just wanted to let y’all know I haven’t abandoned this blog. It’s extremely difficult to combine writing with uni, so I don’t expect to upload anything anytime soon BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not working on any projects right now. It might take a long time, but more fics are coming.
Note: hey @funkywinkyboy do you remember that Lullaby concept I was gonna use for you-know-what-week? Well, I kind of wrote it for your birthday instead… oopsie 😇
Synopsis: It was the first time you and Seungyoun had gotten into an argument and all you want to do is remind him how much you love him
Warnings: mentions of an argument, crying, I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything
♡ fluff under the cut ♡
This morning you and Seungyoun had fought. You don't even remember what it was about, not that it really mattered anyway. You’d had a fight and you never fought.
Seungyoun had gone off to work that day feeling frustrated. In the late afternoon you got a text to have dinner and go to bed without him. He would be home late. But you couldn't do that. After your fight this morning, there was no way you could possibly sleep without seeing him first. You stayed up and waited for him, terrified he might be angry with you, or worse: he might be hurt.
When he finally came home deep in the night, he was trembling. Why, you weren't sure. He clearly wasn't pleased to see that you were still up. Whether he was unhappy to see you at all, or just worried because you stayed up late for him, you weren't sure. You got the sense that he was angry. Or maybe you were just imagining it. You weren’t sure.
His hands trembled as he hung up his coat and when he turned back to you, his facial expression was stone cold. “You’re still up,” he said with a voice even colder. Behind his solid expression, you could see a glimpse of something else. He tried his best not to show it, to hide behind an emotionless, stone cold mask. But he couldn’t hide it from you, who loved him so dearly. Behind his cold facade, you could sense sadness, but not a trace of genuine resentment. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but he didn’t seem to be angry with you.
Little cracks appeared in his mask and a very slight, almost invisible wrinkle at the eyebrow began to give his feelings away more clearly. He was aware of this and immediately broke eye contact by going into the kitchen for a glass of water.
“Seungyoun…” you uttered softly while following him into the kitchen. He stood at the sink, with his back turned towards you. It was hard seeing him like this. You were exhausted from staying up past your usual bedtime, not to mention the toll it had taken on you to be so worried for him all day, or rather, for the two of you. You never fought. That thought had been going through your mind all day. You never fought. Until this morning.
You weren't even sure what the argument had been about. The memories had gotten hazy from the shock you felt upon realizing that you were having an argument at all. The only thing you distinctively remembered was how helpless you had felt and how clearly Seungyoun reflected that same sense of helplessness. Neither of you had known what to do. No matter how hard each of you had tried to de-escalate the situation, it only seemed to make things worse.
You would never forget how Seungyoun had looked before he had left to go to work. His entire body had been unbelievably tense and his usual little smile was nowhere to be found. That had without a doubt been the most unsettling part. To see Seungyoun without that little smile of his broke your heart into a million pieces. All you wanted was to take him in your arms and tell him how much you loved him. But you weren’t sure if he was in a place to hear that right now.
“Seungyoun,” you said again, with a slight crack in your voice as it got louder this time. You didn’t know what to tell him, but you had to say something. The silence was unbearable, the tension heavy on your shoulders. Both of you were clearly thinking and feeling a lot, but neither of you communicated any of it. Even if you didn't know what to say, you could call his name in hopes of starting a conversation.
He turned to you with tears in his eyes. Because he was still holding the glass of water, you could tell how badly his hands were trembling by the way the water shook and created tiny waves inside the glass.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said with a shaky voice. He blinked several times in an attempt to blink the tears away, but this only caused a drop to run down his cheek and fall into the glass in his hand. He quickly put the glass away and you noticed he looked just as exhausted as you.
You hesitate to reply, not knowing how to adequately transfer your emotions into words. Maybe words wouldn't get you anywhere right now. You took a few steps in his direction, trying to ignore how his body tensed up as you got closer, and you took his right hand in yours. Gently, you turned his hand in such a way that the smiley tattoos on his wrist were clearly exposed for you and you softly stroked them with your thumb, letting it wander over the happy icon just a little longer.
Then you heard his voice again: "I love you." The way he said it was so full of shame, guilt and hopelessness, you couldn't bear to do anything other than wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. "Oh baby, I didn’t forget that," you cooed softly, "I love you too. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. It's okay Seungyoun, don't worry."
Even when he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, his body remained stiff. "You shouldn't be so nice to me," he said weakly, "I fucked up. I was an asshole and I hurt you. You shouldn't be comforting me…"
You shook your head and pulled away from the hug to look him in the eyes. "Don't say that. We were both at fault. But it's okay now. We're okay."
He still avoided eye contact, looking down at the floor instead. "Seungyoun, look at me," you said with a tone that was compassionate rather than stern. You curled your finger under his chin and gently lifted his face a little bit, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the floor. When you called his name again, he finally looked you in the eyes and you showed him a warm smile. "We're okay. I love you too." You stroked both his cheeks while you said this and one corner of his mouth curled up into a very weak suggestion of a smile. A gesture so faint, it almost made you wonder whether you really were okay.
Now that you had Seungyoun in your arms, he felt exactly the same as he had that morning. On the surface he looked angry, but you didn't have to look far to know that all he felt was worry and regret. And this time you wouldn't let him go. He was frozen in his own panic and you wouldn’t rest until you had completely thawed him out of it.
"Seungyoun it's okay. Arguments can happen."
Very little reaction, no conversation.
You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes and you could tell that he was pretty much spaced out, entangled in his inner monologue of worry and probably self-hatred. The trembling from his hands had spread through the rest of his body. You couldn't bear to see him like this.
"Come, let's sit down," you spoke softly while pulling him along to the couch. Seungyoun sat at a great distance from you, as far from you as the limited space on the couch allowed. Was he so disgusted with you he couldn't even sit next to you? Or was he just afraid he didn't have the right to sit close to you after what happened? Unsure again.
"I really need you to talk to me." You tried to sound as gentle and firm as possible at the same time. He looked up at you and made eye contact, but the thoughts behind his gaze were clearly somewhere completely different.
"I don't know what to say…" The trembling from his hands had even spread to his voice.
You gave him a second, but he remained silent.
"Are you mad at me?" Even your voice was shaking now.
His eyes grew bigger when you said this. His gaze had been aimed back at the floor, but this question made him look at you again. This time, when your eyes met, there was real contact. Now all his attention was focused on you, instead of his inner worries. Finally.
"No, not at all!" He sounded almost panicked.
"I'm not mad at you either," you said softly, your voice being more steady than before. "Can I sit closer to you?"
He nodded.
His gaze was aimed at the floor again, but not as absent-mindedly. It was more like he was nervous now? It was like he tried to make himself smaller, as if he wanted to curl into a ball and sink through the crust of the Earth to disappear.
You scooted over to him and sat right next to him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. This seemed to make him relax a little bit.
“Seungyoun, it’s okay, I promise. I’m not mad at you. We’re okay.”
"Y/n-" with every attempt to speak to you, he just ended up choking on his words. It didn't look like he was going to form a coherent sentence anytime soon. But you could see the tiniest bit of relaxation when you touched him. Carefully, you rested your hand on his cheek and gave him a small, warm smile. "I know. It’s alright, you can relax. Is it okay if I stroke your hair?”
He nodded again. You stroked his cheek once, then brought your hand to the top of his head. You focused on stroking his hair, feeling it run through your fingers, noticing how he slowly relaxed a little bit more. It soothed you as well. Both of you began to feel more at ease, when you suddenly heard his voice again.
"I missed you…"
This made the tears well up in your eyes too, already running down your cheeks before you even realized you were crying.
"Come here," you said. It came out as a cry and you pulled him against your chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and head. "I missed you too."
This time his body didn't relax under your touch. For a very brief moment, it became more tense than before, making him feel almost like a statue in your embrace.
And then he let go.
His body shocked and trembled as he cried, his tears quickly creating a wet spot on your t-shirt. It was impossible for you to hold back all of your tears, but you managed to keep yourself together by focusing on him instead. Rather than throwing it all out and crying hopelessly with him, you used all your energy and focus to care for him, holding him in your arms, stroking his hair and kissing his head.
“All day I could only think of you,” he said, shattering your heart into a million pieces. “I hurt you. I made you cry. The thought of ever looking you in the eyes again terrified me so much I didn’t dare to come home. I wanted to wait until you were asleep...”
Now you were the one who was left speechless.
This man who meant so much to you, who had always been there for you, who had helped you through the darkest of times, comforted you when you needed it, had given you wings to fly into the world and develop yourself into a human being almost worthy of him, this man was crying in your arms. To return the favor, to comfort the person who had always been the one to give you strength, was gut wrenching, yet beautiful in a way.
Even though you had argued just that morning, you didn't care about apologies. In this moment, words didn't matter. They weren't needed. No words in the world could form as heartfelt of an apology as the tears that stained your shirt.
Carefully, you lifted his face so he looked up at you. Both of you had eyes red from crying, but you smiled at each other through the tears. He finally understood that things were okay.
You reached down a little and tenderly pressed your lips on his. The kiss was salty from the tears, which weren't just tears of sadness anymore. They had become tears of relief and gratefulness. Both of you were grateful to be in each other's arms again. As you kissed him, the tension began to fade from his shoulders, but it wasn't enough.
While leaning back with your back against the arm rest, you pulled him on top of you so that he could rest his head on your chest. He seemed glad to be guided like this. You had one of your arms wrapped around him in such a way that you could stroke his hair again and you wanted to wrap your other arm around him too, but he pulled it towards him instead, so he could take your hand in his own. There was still a slight trembling in his fingers, but it was starting to fade.
He nestled his head further into your chest, cuddling up against you until he was as cozy as he could, considering the amount of stress that was still in his body. You swore you could hear a relieved little sigh when he finally found a position that was comfortable. His fingers slowly traced along yours as he played with your hand. He stroked your knuckles and your palm, letting his fingers run along the lines in your hand. Eventually he settled by wrapping his hand around your pointer finger and holding it there, only moving to press a kiss on the back of your hand. He seemed content.
Quietly you lay there. Quietly, Quietly. It would be alright.
You wanted to sing a lullaby.
While softly stroking your fingers through Seungyoun’s hair with your free hand, you began to sing. Very softly, you hummed the first song that came to mind, his song. Lullaby.
He looked up at you for a moment, his eyes still watery from crying. Or maybe new tears had sprung to his eyes, you weren’t sure. But the smile he showed you was warm and filled with love. It encouraged you to continue.
Softly, you hummed along, too nervous to outright sing to him, and he nestled his head back into your chest, closing his eyes in satisfaction. After you hummed the first verse, you fell silent. Had Seungyoun’s breathing gotten deeper? He couldn’t have fallen asleep, because he was playing with your hand again. But he did seem calmer.
“I want to hear your voice again,” he uttered softly. Instead of playing with your hand, he was now holding it and giving it an encouraging little squeeze. “Will you sing a little more? For me?”
Your cheeks flushed instantly and you felt incredibly shy all of a sudden. But at the same time, you wanted nothing more than for him to finally loosen up entirely and let go of all the stress he had built up throughout the day.
You felt so conflicted, you didn’t know what to do. Until he began to sing to you. He continued where you left off, softly singing the pre chorus of his own song. Even though the song itself was sad, the way he sang it to you was warm and soothing. Carefully, you began to sing along.
As you sang together, you felt harmonized with him again, and not just your voices. The fight from that morning didn’t matter and even the memories of it began to fade. You got so caught up in the song that you were barely aware of how his voice became quieter and quieter until he fell silent completely, allowing him to fully listen to you, bathing in it.
Now that he got you to sing to him, he finally relaxed fully in your arms. His shoulders lost their tension, his eyebrows became unfurrowed and his breathing grew slow and steady. You looked at him with all the love and admiration in the world, feeling delighted to see that familiar little smile on his lips again.
You sang to him for God knows how long, not stopping until you realized his breathing had gotten so slow, he must have been asleep. He has listened to you while he was dozing off and even when he was on the verge of falling asleep completely, he had tried to listen as best he could. Now that he was out like a light, his fingers remained entangled with yours, and that smile never disappeared from his lips.
In a way, you were grateful for the fight you had that morning.
For a while, you continued to admire the smile on Seungyoun’s lips. It warmed your heart to see him finally at ease again, and even more so to realize how much he trusted you. You continued to look at his smile, even when your own eyelids grew unbearably heavy. Very lightly, you stroked his hair a few more times, before succumbing to the slumber.
Hi guys, I've been thinking about this for a while now and I've decided to close my requests. This is for one simple reason: I already have too many ideas of my own.
Right now, I have a list of about 40 specific concepts, including 2 pretty big projects that I am so incredibly excited to work on.
I hope you guys understand and thank you for sticking around. Expect many more fics from me in the future~
Note: listen, I don’t know what came over me with this one (obviously I am on my period rn)
Synopsis: You wake up to find that your period has started and Theo makes sure to spoil you
Genre: domestic, kinda sensual?, mostly fluff but like suggestive-ish
Pairing: Theo x afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: menstruation, mentions of blood, Theo touches the reader’s belly, ear-nibbling?
♡☆ suggestive fluff under the cut ☆♡
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining through the windows, the birds were singing, the weather outside was perfect. But for you, the morning was already off to a bad start. You woke up before your alarm even went off. As soon as you woke up, you could feel the cramps, those very specific ones that could only mean one thing. Once you went to the toilet and discovered that your underwear was drenched in blood, your fears were confirmed. Luckily, by some kind of miracle, no blood had spilled onto the sheets. At least there was that.
After using the restroom and cleaning yourself up, you made your way back to the bed, where Theo was still sleeping. You tried to get back under the sheets as carefully as you could, but still you immediately felt how his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were pulled with your back against his chest and he let out a satisfied little sigh while he snuggled his face into the back of your neck.
"Good morning" he mumbled, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. His lips pressed softly against the back of your neck, dragging slow, wet kisses along your skin. The sensation made you feel warm and loved, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, since being on your period was… well, intrinsically uncomfortable.
You felt the tips of his fingers stroke your upper leg, around your knee, slowly moving up and more inward. In some kind of reflex, you placed your hand on his to put his caresses to a stop. “Hm?” his voice sounded from behind you, his lips still lightly touching your neck.
“I just got my period,” you said weakly, feeling almost a little humiliated. “Oh baby…” he muttered, pressing another kiss on your neck. His voice was filled with warmth and empathy. He pulled his hand away from your thigh and brought it to your lower belly instead, cupping it ever so lightly. The gentle warmth of his hand spread throughout your belly, bringing with it a relaxing feeling. It didn’t make your cramps disappear, but it helped to shift the attention to his warmth instead.
“How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot today?” You shrugged a little in response and nestled yourself more into his embrace. “It’s the same as always.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
For a second, you thought about his offer. You were relieved that his hand had shifted from your thigh to your belly and in all honesty, things were perfect this way. Just laying in his arms without having to do anything was exactly what you needed, and his caresses made it even better. “I think I’d like it if we just cuddle like this for a while. We both have to get up soon. I just want to savor the moment…”
He hummed softly in response, with a tone of agreement and he placed another kiss on the back of your neck. This drowsy way of cuddling caused your eyelids to slowly become heavier again. You could feel the sleepiness kicking back in, even though you tried your best to fight it. And right when you were almost about to give in, Theo’s voice jolted you awake again. He spoke in a hushed voice, almost a whisper.
“Can I rub your belly?”
Suddenly becoming very aware of his hand on your lower abdomen again, you imagined how relaxing it could be if his hand wasn’t just cupping it and you nodded a little shyly.” I would like that…”
With very delicate motions, he began to stroke your belly. He was clearly aware of the possibility of worsening your cramps if he did it too roughly. His touch was so light you almost struggled to feel it. The way he rubbed your belly over the fabric of your pajamas was not only relaxing, but also made you feel treasured and protected. He was so careful with you, just aching to comfort and soothe you.
Carefully, he slipped his hand under your pajamas so he could touch you skin to skin. His fingers wandered tenderly over your bare tummy, leaving traces of warmth all over.
“How does it feel?” he asked softly, his lips a little closer to your ear than you remembered. “Good-” you reply. It came out as a little sigh. Good was an understatement. If anything, it felt incredible, a little breathtaking even.
Goosebumps appeared all over your neck when you felt his lips on your earlobe. He hummed approvingly while he nipped at the velvety skin, clearly happy to please you in this way. With your eyes closed in pleasure, you stretched your neck a little so his lips could reach your ear better.
Just when you snuggled up more comfortably against him, you were both jolted back to your senses by the sound of your alarm. It was time to get up. With a loud, irritated groan, you hit the top of your alarm clock to get it to shut up and you disentangled yourself from Theo’s arms. As you went into the bathroom to get some painkillers to take with you to get you through the day, you wondered who was more disappointed about your schedule.
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While you went about your day, you were tired and experienced cramps despite the painkillers, making you ache for those cuddles and belly rubs again. All you could think about was the way Theo had cared for you that morning and frankly, it was the only thing that even got you through those long hours.
When you came home after your schedule that day, you found Theo on the couch with the TV on. The screen didn’t display any series like you expected, but the menu screen of your favorite movie. He was wearing a large, cozy hoodie and there was a blanket spread out next to him on the couch, ready for you to snuggle up under. When he saw the astounded look on your face, he laughed a little and spread his arms at you. “Come here! I wasn’t done cuddling with you!”
[Stargazing] - idk it's 5 am and I thought of this
Intak looks at you with big, happy eyes. He didn't get the joke you just told him, but that doesn't stop him from feeling delighted to be around you. You're laying next to each other in the grass, the idea being to look at the stars together. In reality however, you just can't stop yourself from gazing at each other. Tonight, the sky is clearer than it's ever been before, allowing tons of shooting stars to be clearly visible. But neither of you have spotted any of them yet. All you've been spotting is each other's beauty. Such clear skies don't just allow for shooting stars to be visible, but also the contours of Intak's beautiful features. Even though you were the one who wanted to go stargazing, you are now completely mesmerized by the boy next to you. It's impossible not to be distracted by the way his wonderful round eyes reflect the stars in the sky. Your gaze wanders down to his lips, noticing the corners of his mouth, which are curled up into a tiny smile, as always. While you're distracted by his pretty features, Intak reaches down to take your hand in his and he intertwines his fingers with yours. "You look so pretty," he murmurs softly while bringing the back of your hand to his lips to press a kiss on it. A soft breeze sends a brief shiver down your spine and you smile warmly at Intak. "Look who's talking." Your comment puts a proud little smirk on Intak's lips and he kisses your hand again. "If I see a shooting star," he says softly, with his lips still lightly touching your hand, "I'll wish that I get to see your beauty every single day for the rest of my life."
Hellooo, could I request making out with SF9 when you get a sec? Thanks
Note: I wasn't sure which format to go with for this request and I've been sitting on it for a while. Eventually I decided to go with headcanons for different kisses for each member. I hope you like it! :)
Note 2: Thank you @lost-inthedream for helping me brainstorm
There's something about his kisses, a certain kind of despair, as if he needs your touch to survive
This man is such a hungry kisser. He just wants to eat you up. He will lay his hand in the back of your neck and wrap his remaining arm tightly around you, almost like a snake
Once you start making out, you can never give him enough. He's always so hungry for more. It's almost like you're his oxygen and when you pull away he nearly struggles to breathe
Sometimes he'll lay down on his back and pull you on top of him so he can hold you tightly against his chest while you make out
This position also allows him to stroke his fingers through your hair and rub circles on your back
The way he kisses you is almost like he's giving you a taste of something more... Like he's hinting to other things he could do with his mouth
Inseong - spontaneous kisses
He likes to leave little pecks on your lips and cheeks out of nowhere
Very gentle with you. Most of the time his kisses will be rather soft and cute
Will tenderly cup your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs when he kisses you
When you're doing simple stuff together, like putting the groceries away, he will often distract you with a short, sweet kiss on the lips or forehead
Also leaves a lot of kisses on the back of your neck and top of your head every time he walks by
And when you stay over for the night, be prepared to be woken up with more of his cute kisses
He usually gives you quick little pecks, so sometimes after he kisses you, you have to pull him back to get more
But he also shows a bit of a cocky attitude at times, making cheesy remarks in between kisses
Jaeyoon - playful kisses
Such a tease in everything he does
He will hold you tightly against him, kissing you with an almost overwhelming passion
And then, just when you're getting completely into it, he pulls away with a big smirk on his lips, knowing how needy you can get when he interrupts you like this
He likes to see how your lips become red and swollen when he kisses them
He loves nothing more than to see your reaction to the things he does to you
Will definitely place his leg between yours and use it to apply some pressure to your sensitive area
Wants to make you squirm and ask for more and he won't be satisfied until you're nearly trembling in his arms
If for whatever reason, you'd want to rile him up even more, you have to say little praises against his lips
Dawon - sloppy kisses
A very horny kisser. Even the slightest peck on the lips can sometimes be enough to make him hard. Let alone having a full-on makeout session with tongue.
Even if the kiss starts out nice and gentle, he gets carried away so easily
He'll place his hands on your cheeks or neck to pull you close while he makes out with you, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss
Doesn't mind at all if things get a little sloppy. In fact, he likes it that way and might just make a mess on purpose
Like when you pull away from each other and he looks at your lips to see that they are glistening from his saliva
Even if it's a little filthy, it just makes him so so hungry for more...
And to make things even worse, he has the terrible tendency to grind against you every time you make out
Needless to say, almost every time you kiss him, it quickly escalates
Zuho - dangerous kisses
Making out with Zuho can be a dangerous game. He doesn't need much provocation to push you against a wall.
Don't even think about biting his lip unless you enjoy having a hand on your throat
Seriously, it's very dangerous to mess with him. Every time you try anything to rile him up, no matter how small, he takes it as an opportunity to mess with you
After all, there's nothing he loves more than to tease you right back
He might refrain from kissing you completely, only to let his tongue travel along your neck instead while you entertain him with your squirming and whimpering
While Dawon tends to escalate into more than just making out, Zuho is an expert at making you want more, without giving it to you
Once he has you where he wants you, he's very patient
His kisses can be both a reward and a punishment
Rowoon - possessive kisses
When Rowoon kisses you, it's a bit like he's marking his territory
Because will quite literally mark your neck, for example
Definitely cups your face with his hands and pulls you tightly against him
Will engage in PDA with you, to show everyone how you're his. He won't go far with it, since he knows how to keep things classy, but little things like holding you by your waist and giving you little kisses on your cheeks
Also he finds it very cute when you have to stand on your toes to reach him for a kiss
Another thing he will do a lot is hold your chin to make you look at him. He won't do it roughly like Zuho, but rather tenderly, like he just wants to make eye contact with his special person~
One of his favorite things is to have brief makeout sessions in the car and watch you get out completely flustered
Taeyang - demanding kisses
Taeyang likes to toy with you
When he kisses you, he always makes you hungry for more, but you never know whether he might really give it to you
His kisses are demanding but not in a needy way. Rather in a way that makes you needy
He will bite your lip because he is Taeyang and he can do what he wants, and he follows it up by pulling away to see your reaction with a big grin on his lips
Runs his fingers along your waist to tease you and pull you closer to him
Basically Taeyang's kisses are almost always a way of challenging you, riling you up. He wants to activate you to do more with him without giving you any guarantee there will be more
Sometimes he'll stop mid-kiss to look at you and observe you for a bit. If your expression is desperate enough, he'll be satisfied and leave it at that, leaving you hungry for more
Hwiyoung - attempted careful kisses
He is kind of conflicted when he makes out with you. On one hand he wants to be careful and gentle, yet at the same time, he struggles to do that because he gets needy
Usually things will start slow and gentle
But he doesn't need much to lose himself in the pleasure. Small things like wrapping your arms around his waist can be enough
Or even worse: when you stroke your fingers through his hair
This will drive him crazy in an instant, leading him to lift you up and place you on some surface like a table or kitchen counter
He loves to let his fingers wander along your body, gently stroking your neck, shoulders, chest and sides
And if you whimper enough, he won't stop there (if you catch my drift)
It's interesting to see him switch from sweet and tender to needy and a little rough so quickly
And it's especially adorable when he switches back to his gentle self suddenly, placing the softest cutest kisses on your forehead
Chani - sleepy kisses
Chani feels so comfortable around you, he tends to get sleepy sometimes. He can let his guard down with you. But since he likes to spend time together, he tries his best not to fall asleep and that's how the makeout sessions often start
He presses his lips against yours to stay awake and soon you can feel his tongue
It doesn't take long for a full, lazy makeout session to unfold
You'll often be cuddled up in bed or on the couch together when suddenly you feel Chani's hand reaching out to your thigh. While he struggles to keep his eyes open, he reaches out to kiss you
Such a needy boy. He's very bad at hiding it when he's aroused. Not that he really tries to hide it anyway
He will interrupt the kisses to bring his mouth to your neck and lick from your collarbone up all the way behind your jaw
Feeling his nose agaisnt your skin when he kisses your neck
Note: Happy birthday ranotinin- I mean- @seunghyubtual !!! Here's a little fluff I wrote for you ~~
Synopsis: Rano invites you to the dorm to surprise you with pancakes. The only problem is he doesn't have a clue what he's doing...
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Rano x gn reader (ft. Baekgyeul, Wonhyuk & Choi In)
Word Count: 1.3k
♡ fluff under the cut ♡
You take another look at Rano’s message while you wait for someone to open the door for you. “Come over. I have a surprise,” it said. Nothing else. When you asked him at what time you should come over and what in God’s name he was planning, there was no response. Not really in the mood to wait for him to reply, you decided to just go and see what was waiting for you.
The door to the dorm opens and you are greeted with Baekgyeul’s happy smile. “Y/n! It’s so good to see you again! Come in!” He opens the door fully and lets you inside, where Wonhyuk is stretched out on one of the couches, watching tv. “Hi y/n!” he says, but aside from that, he doesn’t pay too much attention to you. His eyes are completely stuck to the screen, which depicts ATEEZ performances.
“So where is Yongseop?” you ask Baekgyeul. A strange kind of smirk appears on Baekgyeul’s lips and he points his finger towards the kitchen. “I think he’s trying to cook…”
“Oh God,” you say and you slowly turn towards the kitchen to have a look at the damage. Rano stands at the counter, wearing an apron which is completely covered in flour. Not just his apron is covered with it, but also the counter, the dining table, the chairs and even in his long, blonde hair. “Y/n!” he says, while quickly turning his head to you, causing a little cloud of flour to fly into the air, “You’re early!”
You give him a confused look. “We never agreed on a specific time. How am I early?” “Oh… I replied to your messages in my head… Maybe I was too busy…” He gives you an apologetic look and you can’t help but laugh a little. He just looks too ridiculous for you to hold it in.
“What are you making anyway?” you ask while peeking into the big bowl on the counter, unable to make out what exactly is in it. Rano blushes a little and nervously scratches behind his ear, causing more flour to fall out of his hair. “I was trying to make pancakes for you, because you always make them for me, but I can’t seem to get the batter right…” You stir into the bowl a bit, closely inspecting the consistency. “Well, did you put any eggs in it?” He raises an eyebrow at you and shakes his head. “Are there… supposed to be eggs in there…?” “Yes baby, you need eggs if you want to make pancakes like mine.”
You stroke his flour-covered hair behind his ear and press a kiss on his forehead, when you are interrupted by Wonhyuk’s voice coming from the living area: “We’re out of eggs. Yejun ate the last ones this morning WITHOUT ASKING ME IF I WANTED ANY.” “Damn,” Rano murmurs, “I’ll text Choi In. He should be out for groceries now.”
Once the text is sent, he looks around the kitchen and sighs, making you laugh a little. “You really made a mess honey. But we have to wait for Choi In to get the eggs anyway, so I can help you clean in the meantime?” He looks at you with that apologetic expression again, but doesn’t protest. He can honestly use your help. You reach out and dust the remaining flour from his hair, onto the ground. The little particles cause you both to sneeze.
While you start cleaning the counter, Rano grabs the vacuum cleaner to get the flour from the floor and the table. As you clean, you try to convince him to let you help make the pancakes, since it will just become another disaster if he tries to do it all by himself again. It takes a lot of convincing and you are met with a lot of protest: “But I wanted to do something thoughtful for you!” Eventually, you manage to convince him, thanks to the argument that it’s a fun way to spend quality time together.
Once the kitchen is somewhat clean and usable again, you open the fridge to see if there are any toppings for the pancakes and find a bunch of strawberries. “Ohh these go well with pancakes! Do you have any nutella perhaps?” Rano nods and opens a cabinet to grab a jar of nutella for you. You start washing the strawberries so they have plenty of time to dry and while doing so, Rano steals one from you with a big grin on his face. “Say aaaahh!” “I’m trying to wash these strawberries baby…” “Come on, just say aaaahh! For me?” With a little sigh, you give in, feeling flustered while he feeds the fruit to you.
“Ohh can I have one too?” Baekgyeul suddenly asks and he looks at you and Rano with puppy eyes. “Fine, but only take one. We still need to have enough to go with the pancakes,” Rano answers. Baekgyeul seems totally fine with this and he happily takes a strawberry from the strainer. Then you are interrupted again, by a more annoying voice this time. “What are you eating?” Wonhyuk asks and Rano sighs. “Just have one.” Wonhyuk smirks widely and reaches into the strainer, grabbing three whole strawberries and running back to the couch with them. “I knew he would do that…” Rano doesn’t even seem truly upset about it. Wonhyuk’s charm is too strong, so he can’t help but find it somewhat endearing.
“Now you say aaahh,” you say with a big grin and a strawberry in your hand. You hoped you could get back at him for making you feel flustered this way, but Rano obliges happily, seeming excited even to be fed by you. As he chews on the fruit, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him with a happy smile. “For you, I’ll do anything,” he grins, his voice overflowing with love. Of course, this cute moment is ruined by Wonhyuk making puking sounds from the living room, his mouth still filled with strawberry.
A while later the door to the dorm opens and Choi In comes home with the groceries. “Hi y/n!” he says happily, but his smile quickly disappears when he notices that Rano is wearing his apron. “Oh God, don’t tell me he is trying to cook! Did he burn anything? Please tell me he didn’t break down the whole kitchen!”
Rano gives him an agitated look while you laugh at Choi In’s very valid concerns. “No, don’t worry! As you can see, the kitchen is very clean and nothing broke. He just forgot he needed eggs, is all.” Baekgyeul looks at you from across the room with a devious grin, like he’s about to tell Choi In what a mess the kitchen was before he came home, but you quickly make a signal to him like you’ll kill him if he dares to say anything. Choi In doesn’t even seem to notice as he is too busy unpacking the groceries.
“You know I was already standing in line at the register when I got your text?” he murmurs while he puts the groceries away, leaving the eggs on the dining table. “I am just such a sweet person for getting these for you. Whatever it is you’re making, I deserve to have some as well. Y/n, would you keep a close eye on him while he is in my kitchen?”
You nod at him and giggle. “Will do. And we’ll make plenty of pancakes to share.” Choi In seems satisfied with your answer and he also snatches a strawberry from the strainer. “Good, just call me if you need any help.”
