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born to be a groupie, forced to be a fangirl

[hevangelic]

texts with idol boyfriend!heeseung (2)

long distance with your idol boyfriend is hard but, with heeseung? it's something else :p

pairing: heeseung x fem reader

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end!! them just be lowkey horny but not obvious, also reader drunk texts

genre: fluff <3

a/n: thank you for 30 followers and over 200 likes on the last one~ i decided to make a part 2 and it was so much fun!! do give me feedback or requests !! id really appreciate it 🥹

pt 1

[minhosimthings]

Killshot, Baby! || 18+

Synopsis: Who better to comfort you after your heart break over an unrequited love that your best friend, Euijoo? And who better to take your virginity as well?

Pairing: best friend Euijoo x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), oral (f receiving), fingering, virginity loss (f), corruption kink, dom!euijoo, sub!reader, big dih euijoo my beloved, SIZE KINK, a bit of dumbification?, pervert euijoo, panty sniffing yay, masturbation (m), reader is ultra feminine and lowkey dumb asf i would be too for euijoo, euijoo lowkey toxic af but we love him, Nicholas slander sorry bby i love you, not proofread gomenesai

A/N: anon deserves head for requesting this I FUCKING LOVE THIS FIC best thing i've put out till date no i will not take any arguments. legit got the worst writer's block on this but the power of byun euijoo's cheeks coursed through my clit and i finished it. Panty sniffer euijoo is something I never thought I'd be turned on by but hey here we are my pussy is ready to be bred euijoo. As always, enjoy, my sweethearts!

Word Count: 12.9k (romance babes romance)

Your friends knew, your brother knew, the grocery store cashier knew, the milky way and her children knew. Practically the entire universe knew of your crush on Wang Yixiang. 

So it was one of two options: either he was dumb as fuck or you just weren’t his type. 

Yeah, there was no way it would be the second option.

As pathetic and disappointing to feminism as it seemed, you had somewhat molded yourself to fit his type. Maybe not his type exactly, but at least a version that could talk to him as easily as the cicadas talked to the morning. The type that could slap his arm playfully when he made a joke and giggle a giggle that would sound like cherry coke. The type that wore baggy jeans and layered belts, just like him. The type that wasn't a quiet, withdrawn bitch that didn't talk to anybody, wrapped in her own ribbons and lace. The type that would be loud.

So when the day died out and you came back home, exhausted from your fictitious persona, you found solace in the one person that knew the true you.

“You look ridiculous with that on.” Euijoo chuckled, watching you wipe away your dark eyeliner—something you barely wore, “I’m surprised he didn't ask if you’re possessed, love." 

“Shut up.” You said, glancing at him in the vanity mirror. He was leaning back against the headboard of your bed, one arm thrown over his head lazily, while the other went back to scrolling on his phone, “And he did compliment me today, you absolute dick.” 

“You call that a compliment?” Euijoo laughed, throwing his phone down and sitting up, looking at your concentrated face in the mirror removing your makeup. Cute, Euijoo thought. His eyes briefly went down to your thighs in your shorts and then up, thankfully you didn't notice.

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Confessing to his best friend who he had been thirsting over (and masturbating to the image of) ever since last summer was not one of them. 

In his defence however……ok he had no defense. Other than the fact that you were the most angelic person he had ever laid his eyes on. And god bless his heart (and dick), the poor boy had had a crush on you since 11th grade.

He knew it would be like all those books you read, the ones in which the guy is whole heartedly, heart-poundingly, cock-crushingly in love with the female lead, who ends up with somebody else. The second male lead syndrome, as you called it, passionately declaring that you would always love the second male lead more.

Euijoo wanted to stand in front of you with a spray painted sign that read “I am your IRL second male lead.”

What on earth did Yixiang even have that he didn't? Apart from the bad-boy look, the beautifully dyed blonde hair, the piercings, the tattoos that he designed himself, the motorbike, the cool sneakers, the–

Euijoo was beginning to see why.

He hadn't noticed it at first, though in hindsight to him now, it was scathingly obvious. The way you asked about Yixiang like nobody else mattered, the way you laughed a little harder at his very unfunny jokes, the way you lingered just a second too long when he was near, the way your voice softened when you said his name. Euijoo used to be the only one who’d hear that sweet tone of yours. 

When you had first confided in him about your earth shattering obsession for Yixiang, he wanted to laugh. You two were polar opposites, oil and water. Of course, opposites do attract but you needed to have a common base first—and there were barely any similarities between you two. You guys didn’t even like the same genre of music! 

And then when he brought it up, you only laughed (your pretty little laugh) and told him about your plan. Authenticity be fucked, he recalled you saying, all you needed to do was get Yixiang interested. Euijoo would have been lying if he said he didn't feel a bit sorry for you. 

If he knew anything about Yixiang, he knew that he wasn’t the type to fall for girls like you. Honey-sweet girls, pale blue ribbons in your hair, starry eyes that looked up at him in a way that made him want to drop to his knees and worship. Honey sweet girls who lived in the clouds and in words, who couldn't handle the emotions that came with being heart-broken. 

Euijoo knew you could protect yourself, that you were a woman with a fully functioning brain, but he also couldn't bear the image of you sobbing your heart out the day Yixiang eventually rejected you. He knew he couldn't predict the future and there could be a sliver of a chance for the both of you—but in his humble, knowledgeable opinion, that sliver was smaller than his will to live. 

But deep inside, he wanted Yixiang to reject you. He wanted so badly for you to come home to him as you always did, for you to sit down on his bed and ask with those pretty pink lips to have him hold you in his arms as you cried into his chest. It scared him sometimes how badly he wanted such a cruel thing. 

But could he really be blamed? When you fit so beautifully in his arms like you were made for his solace alone, like you two were matching puzzle pieces? When he was the only one who knew the deepest, darkest parts of you? When he was the one who had always been there, through desert and storm? Euijoo was a man of many philosophies. At least ninety percent of them revolved around you.

“You coming to Yixiang’s party on the 14th?” You asked, crawling up the bed to reach him, sitting on your knees in front of him. Your shorts barely covered your thighs, a strap of your camisole was slipping off of your shoulder and you were looking at him like he held the world in his arms. How was a man supposed to survive?

“Maybe.” Euijoo hummed, tossing his phone to the side and patting the space beside him, which you quickly occupied, immediately curling into his chest.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just staring off into space as time ticked away. Euijoo wanted this moment to last forever, just the two of you pressed together like the stars pressed against the dark sky, one of your legs thrown across his, your tits very visible to him as you rested your head on his chest. 

“What’s that pretty little head thinking about, hmm love?” He said soothingly, running his slender fingers through your hair. He felt you exhale shakily against him.

“I think…” You started, then you sat up, turning around to face him again, “I’m gonna tell him in two days.” Euijoo stared at you blankly for about ten seconds, as if trying to get your words to penetrate his mind, “Oh don’t look at me like that Ju.” You chuckled, looking down at your fiddling fingers, “If not now, when?” 

Euijoo kept staring, with that peculiar look in his eyes that you just couldn't figure out. That look in his eyes that always looked like a night sky enveloping a thunderstorm. You told him that once and he had laughed awkwardly, excusing himself to go get a bottle of water. 

“In two days?” Euijoo said at last, sitting up to lean his back against the headboard, “At the party?” His voice was quieter than usual, as you nodded meekly, “I see…”

“That’s all you have to say?” You tilted your head at him, playfully reaching out a hand to grab his chin and tilt his face around, “Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?” 

Euijoo’s soft smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he took your hand in his, rubbing circles over your wrist with his thumb. He stared at your joined hands for a while, his breath even and steady as he refused to meet your gaze. 

“Ju?” You said gently, “Ju, what is it?” You slowly brought your joined hands up, resting your cheek in his palm. Oh this girl, Euijoo thought, letting out a shuddered breath as he saw how you were looking at him. He tried hard not to let his gaze flicker down.

“It’s nothing, love.” He said, his tone tranquil, “I just….” A breath, “Are you sure? Like a hundred percent sure?” He laughed at your offended expression, shifting closer, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you love, that’s it.”

“Bad?” You said, with a curious tint in your voice, “Why would anything bad happen?” 

Because Yixiang doesn't like you. 

Euijoo wanted to scream it out, cradle your face in his hands and tell you those five magical words. He didn’t care if it hurt you even more than whatever Yixiang would say; he didn’t care if this one fuck up got him barred from hearing your angelic voice ever again. 

But like all men, he held his tongue.

“It’s probably nothing, I’m just worrying too much.” Euijoo laughed, settling down again, holding out his hand to pull you back for cuddles, “You know how I am, don’t you?”

“That I do.” You giggled, happily going back to your cuddling position, “We can get ready together on the 14th and I can show you what I got for Yixiang.” 

“Of course, love.” Euijoo hummed, closing his eyes to allow his mind a second of peace. Which he failed to attain, his mind sending him the most outrageous scenarios ever of the events that would transpire tomorrow.

How slowly the night did fall today.

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“Teach me how to kiss.” 

Byun Euijoo’s cause of death would have been asphyxiation if you didn't slap him on the back to push the popcorn lodged in his throat out.

“Is this because I said your scarves are ugly.” Euijoo said, rubbing his chest as he put the popcorn bowl down to avoid any more accidents, “Is this my karma?” 

“You’re so dramatic.” You said, pausing the show on the tv and turning to face him on the couch. You took both his hands in yours and stared at him with a seriousness that could have rivalled a professor’s, “I need you to teach me how to kiss so that I don’t fuck it up with Yixiang.” 

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” Euijoo said, running a hand through his hair, “We don’t even know what Yixiang is gonna say to you.”

“Are you saying you don’t have faith in my plan?” You said, with a pout on your lips, “You don’t trust me, Ju?”

“Of course I trust you but—”

“Then teach me.” Your faces were mere inches apart in seconds, “Teach me how to kiss.” You crossed your arms and looked at him with challenging eyes, “Or do you not love me anymore?”

It's because I love you, you idiot. 

Euijoo sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. What had life even come to? What had he done in the past for the universe to serve him this—the woman he loved asking him to teach her how to kiss—on a silver platter? Euijoo wouldn't have minded if death came for him at that moment.

“Fine.” 

“Really?” You said excitedly, clapping your hands together, “You’re the best Euijoo has anybody told you that.”

“Yeah yeah I know.” Euijoo let out a breathy chuckle. What the actual fuck was he doing? Practically every remaining inch of logic in him was screaming at him to get up and drown himself in a lake, but here he was, breathing in deeply to remind himself how to kiss. He hadn't done it in quite a while—his last casual hookup was perhaps five months ago.

"Alright, first things first. You need to relax." He moved his hands from yours to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze before trailing his touch down your arms. "Tension is said to be the enemy of a good kiss."

“Who says that—”

“Do you want to learn or not?”

You rolled your eyes, nevertheless nodding, feeling your muscles loosen under his ministrations. Euijoo smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, gaze flickering down to your lips.

“Good, now close your eyes.” He waited until you did, then leaned in close. His breath ghosted over your lips as he spoke softly, “Now just…..picture Yixiang if it makes this easier.”

Euijoo mentally slammed his head against a pole when he heard himself say that. ‘If it makes this easier’, who the fuck even says that?

You cracked a mischievous eye open, trying to keep a smile in, when you saw how close Euijoo was, there was barely any air between you two. 

“Arms on my shoulders.” He said, you felt him shudder a bit when you followed his instructions but that could have been a figment of your imagination. His hand creeped uncertainly to rest on your thigh. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. You didn't.

Euijoo tasted like cherry cola, fizzy and electric against your lips, though his lips were soft and warm as they moved on yours like a choreographed dance. You breathed shakily into the kiss and he intertwined his fingers in yours. 

“Slow down, love.” He murmured, not opening his eyes, “We don’t have anywhere to be.” Euijoo's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. 

In all honesty, he could have evaporated into the air right there and then. The taste of you drove him insane, sweet—oh so fucking sweet, honey straight from the comb on a spring evening, when the scent of lilacs would fill the air and there would be butterflies everywhere.

In shorter words, Byun Euijoo’s cock was screaming at him to take care of it.

“Hmm, like this?” You mumbled, and then his world came crashing down when you moved forward, practically settling yourself into his lap.

Euijoo swallowed hard, his pulse jumping at the feel of your soft curves settling into his lap. The heat of your body seeped through the fabric of his shorts, making his already throbbing cock twitch with renewed interest. He knew he should put a stop to this before it went too far, but damn if he could find the strength to do so. Not when you felt this good in his arms.

“Yeah.” He pulled back, eyes tracing over, god fuck him you were still looking at him with those innocent eyes, “Just….he might do something like this too.”

His hands slid around to the small of your back, holding you close as he went in for another one, a deeper kiss. His tongue delved past your parted lips to stroke along yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless.

“Oh…” You said, finally ending the kiss after a long moment.

“Not bad for a first timer.” Euijoo teased, “But love, could you maybe get off now?” He raised a brow as you blinked at him, once, twice and then scrambled off his lap.

“Sorry about that.” You laughed awkwardly, “Just felt I should do that for some reason.” 

“I’m sure he’d love it.” Euijoo said, how the actual hell did you not sense the tone of his voice?

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, light and giddy, “Thank you so much Ju!” You flung your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. Euijoo wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. As he always did, of course. As all best friends do! 

“Wanna play some League?” You said, withdrawing from the hug.

“Sure, love.”

As all best friends fucking do.

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Euijoo leaned back in his gaming chair with a heavy sigh, tossing his headset aside after a late night gaming session. He had left your house at 7 pm, walking back home with barely a brain cell left in him. You had kissed his cheek before he left as you always did, but this time, it inflamed every single molecule that made up his being. He spread his legs wide, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. 

The beautiful flesh of your thighs, the curve of your neck where it met your shoulders, that look in your eyes, the taste of you….

Euijoo pushed himself up, walking to his closet. Opening it, he bent down to his knees and reached deep inside, shuffling his hand around till his fingers grazed it. 

He slowly pulled it out and sighed, sitting on his knees on the floor as he stared at it, his cock already straining against his shorts. You must have bought this one on sale, you never really liked it much, which explained why you didn't notice when it went missing from your house. 

Euijoo climbed onto his bed, bringing the pair of baby-pink cotton panties up to his face. He buried his nose into the soft fabric, letting the scent fill his senses. God it smelled exactly like you, so fucking honey sweet. 

Euijoo breathed in deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent that clung to the delicate fabric. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the lingering traces of your perfume and the musk of your arousal. Would you have worn this when you let your pretty little fingers linger to your sweet cunt? The heady aroma sent a jolt of electric desire straight to his throbbing cock, making it pulse with need.

He brought the panties to his mouth, running his tongue along the crotch. The salty-sweet taste burst across his taste buds, making him groan. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold as he pictured you spread out beneath him, flushed and panting with desire.

In his mind's eye, Euijoo could see every curve of your luscious body, from your gorgeous breasts down to the enticing cleft between your thighs. He ached to bury his face in your slick folds, to lap at your dripping pussy until you were writhing and screaming his name.

As he lost himself in the erotic daydream, Euijoo fumbled with the button of his shorts, shoving them down just enough to free his straining erection. His fingers curled around his thick shaft, giving it a firm stroke as he imagined how good it would feel to drive deep inside your tight heat.

Euijoo shuddered, picturing your breathy moans as he rocked into you, stretching you open on his hard length. He could feel your velvet walls gripping him, trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. He chuckled as he imagined your mouth falling open in an ‘o’, your nails drawing blood on his back.  With each mental thrust, he pumped his hand faster along his pulsing flesh, racing towards his climax.

Tension coiled tight in Euijoo's belly as he fucked into his fist with short, sharp strokes. He could almost hear your keening cries, feel your fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you with desperate abandon. 

With a strangled groan, Euijoo threw his head back as pleasure crashed over him in intense waves. His cock jerked in his grasp as he shuddered through each pulse of his orgasm, picturing your face contorted in ecstasy as you came undone beneath him.

Finally spent, Euijoo collapsed back on the bed, his chest heaving as he gulped down air. He knew it wasn't the real thing, but damn if jerking off to thoughts of you didn't make for one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“Fuck…” He said softly, tossing the panties below his bed. With a blissful sigh, he let the post-orgasmic haze pull him under into a deep, satiated slumber.

Sweet, honey filled slumber. 

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Euijoo often thought before he acted, a rare quality among human beings nowadays. However, there were rare occasions where he didn’t do that, the keyword being rare.

And today was one of those rare occasions! How fun! 

God damn his cock controlled brain—the version which only operated when he was around you—for saying yes to you asking him to help you pick out a dress for the party. Euijoo dressed casually, just a pair of blue jeans and a yellow shirt that fit him tight at the chest.

You, on the other hand, were throwing out the shortest dresses from the depths of your closet. And Euijoo was only a man.

“This one?” You said, looking up and down at yourself in the mirror, glancing at Euijoo sprawled out on the bed behind you, “Don’t say it looks good, you’ve said the same thing for the last five dresses!”

“Have you ever considered the fact that it's because you look good in all of them?”

“Flattery won’t get you out of this, Byun.” You said, spinning around to face him, “Now look properly and tell me which one!”

Whichever one would keep you here and away from confessing to Yixiang.

Euijoo’s eyes raked up and down, admiring the way the short silver dress hugged every curve of your body, cutting off right at your mid thigh, the thin straps showing off your shoulders beautifully. Thank god his hand was covering his crotch.

“Doesn’t Yixiang wear a lot of red?” Euijoo said, throwing an arm over his head, feigning exhaustion, “I think the velvet one would do.”

“You’re actually a genius.” You said, crossing over to pick up the discarded red dress lying on the floor, calling out to you like gold to a midas, “And stop sulking Ju, you agreed to this on your own volition.”

“I call it manipulation.” Euijoo called out, watching you slip into the bathroom to change. As soon as you were gone, his hand worked on his crotch, slowly palming his cock through the fabric. Hopefully, there weren't any hidden cameras in this room, he thought, glancing suspiciously at your teddy bears sitting on the shelf.

“Ok what do we think?” 

Euijoo needed to dip his head into a bucket of ice water and never come up for air ever again.

The delicate fabric clung to your curves in all the right places, the neckline just low enough to be enticing—a faux vixen’s play. It nipped at your waist before flaring out slightly at the hips. Euijoo’s gaze trailed over your bare shoulders,, a shiver running down his spine as heat flushed through him.

“Hello? Earth to Byun Euijoo.” You laughed, catching your reflection in the mirror, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of seeing Yixiang’s eye at the party. You twirled once in front of the full-length mirror, the skirt flaring out around your thighs.

“Y-Yeah. You look good.” He said, clearing his throat, “We should go or we’ll be stuck in traffic again.” He quickly moved off the bed, his jaw clenched, pulse point in his neck fluttering away. 

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Hiding his very large boner perfectly from his best friend was one of them.

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Wang Yixiang—resident ‘bad boy’ of the town, prominent motorcyclist, occasional tattoo artist and so much more. He was the kind of guy who could command the attention of a room without breathing a single word, splitting the ocean of a crowd in half wherever he walked in.

Euijoo knew him to be a good person; they had made quick friends after a week of being in the same basketball team. Sure, Yixiang teased the hell out of him, always with that crooked grin and sharp tongue, but there was always something warm beneath it all—a brother he could trust. 

And even when this entire situation with you and him arose, Euijoo never felt any animosity towards him. Was it because he knew deep underneath that Yixiang’s type wasn't you? Perhaps. But he was also too good of a friend to feel anything like that.

However, as he stood in the crowded room now, party lights flashing in bursts of violet, blue and gold across faces known and unknown, Euijoo couldn’t help the slow, ugly coil tightening in his chest.

Jealousy. 

What a foolish emotion that mortals had.

It sat there, heavy and unrelenting, tightening with every second he spent watching you. You stood near the edge of the living room, just far enough from the chaos to not be swallowed by it completely.

The party itself felt alive in a way that was almost overwhelming—music blasting loud enough to blur thought, bass vibrating through the floor and up his spine. The walls pulsed with shifting lights, casting everyone in flashes of color that made moments feel fragmented, like scenes spliced together too quickly. Someone had opened the windows, but the air was still thick—warm with bodies, laughter, the faint sting of alcohol, and the lingering sweetness of someone’s perfume.

And Euijoo could still pick you out from the chaos effortlessly. And you looked—

He swallowed.

He shouldn't have recommended that dress, if he knew it would make him want to faint and die every time he caught sight of your thighs.The soft fabric of your dress caught the light every time you moved, your hair falling just right over your shoulders. 

You laughed at something your friend said, tilting your head slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners—but even that laugh felt distracted, like it didn’t fully belong to the moment. Your fingers traced the rim of your cup absentmindedly, your weight shifting from one foot to the other, like you were waiting for something. 

Or someone.

Euijoo leaned back against the wall, a red cup of god knows what held up absentmindedly. He hadn't taken a sip in fifteen minutes now, choosing to alternate his gaze from you to the man you were looking at.

Yixiang stood across the corner of the room, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire world. 

Someone was saying something animatedly to him, hands moving fast, but Yixiang only half-listened, head tipped, one foot braced on the wall, gaze distant. He looked effortlessly put together—leather jacket on a tanktop, hands decorated with rings galore, a lazy kind of confidence that made people orbit him without trying.

Someone said something that made the group laugh, and Yixiang’s lips curved, that small, knowing smirk that made people lean in closer. Euijoo saw it happen in real time—the way your attention slipped mid-conversation, drawn like gravity across the room. It was subtle, anyone else might have missed it. But he never missed anything about you.

Euijoo exhaled sharply through his nose, looking at the way your shoulders eased, the way your lips parted just slightly, the way something warm and hopeful flickered through your eyes. His chest tightened painfully.

Euijoo tipped his head back, glancing at the ceiling before closing his eyes, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue. His mind ran back to the way you had rambled about your plan to confess to Yixiang.

“I made this.” You said, a little breathless, like you were both proud and nervous at the same time, “I’m gonna give it to him and the party and then tell him.”

Euijoo stared at the bracelet—handmade, thread woven carefully, colours chosen just perfect, small details that made it feel you. Soft and earnest in a way that made it impossible to ignore.

“He mentioned once,” You continued quickly, like you needed to justify it, “that he likes this kind of stuff. Not, like, in a serious way, just—he said it offhand, but I remembered and I thought—” You stopped yourself, laughing a little, embarrassed, “I don’t know. Is it stupid?”

You sat cross-legged on the bed, sunlight spilling in through the window. It caught in your hair, outlining you like painters outlined their muses in loving, golden light.

“He’d love it.” Euijoo finally said, heart going to his stomach at your sweet smile, “I’m sure he would.”

There had been a moment, small and fragile, where Euijoo could have said something, anything to stop you. But he just nodded away and ruffled your hair.

The memory faded slower than he wanted it to, bleeding back into the present. Euijoo opened his eyes again, the noise of the party crashing back in all at once—music, laughter, voices, light. His gaze found you again.

You were saying something now, animated, your hands moving as you talked, and your friend laughed again. Your attention flickered, split between the conversation and the figure across the room, waiting for the right moment.

Euijoo’s hands curled into loose fists at his sides. He could walk over, say something, distract you, stop this before it happened, maybe threaten arson. But he didn’t move, staying right where he was, swallowing the jealousy burning like hellfire in his throat. He merely watched as you fiddled with the bracelet in your hand, waiting for the remainder of the crowd around Yixiang to disperse.

The crowd didn’t leave all at once. It thinned slowly, like a tide pulling back—one person dragged away by a friend, another distracted by a call, a couple disappearing toward the balcony. The laughter around him dulled, the tight circle loosening until it finally broke apart.

And then he was alone. Well, as alone as someone like Wang Yixiang could be at his own party.

Jackpot!

He still leaned against the wall, a red cup in his hand, head tipped slightly as he looked down at it like he had forgotten it was there. The lights flickered over him in uneven colors, catching on the metal of his rings, tracing the line of his jaw, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone where his tank top hung loose.

For a second, you just stood there watching—entranced by his beauty. Your heart thudded so loudly it almost drowned out the music, your grip tightening around the bracelet in your hand. You could feel the threads press into your palm, grounding and terrifying all at once.

This was it—your moment to be the Echo to his Narcissus. Before you could think too hard, before doubt could creep in and ruin everything—you moved. One step, then another; you weaved through the remaining people, barely registering the way shoulders brushed yours. Because all you could see was him.

And then you were there.

Oh fucking lord here you were.

Close enough to notice the faint scent of something clean and sharp, close enough to see the small details—the faint smudge of ink near his wrist, the way his lashes cast shadows when he blinked. Even the lord couldn't save you now. You adjusted your hair and moved.

“Hey.” You said, voice coming out softer (and shakier) than you intended. Yixiang looked up. For a split second, his expression was unreadable—like he was pulling himself out of wherever his thoughts had been. And then recognition settled in, easy and familiar.

“Oh,” He said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “Hi there.” God he sounded so fucking hot, that effortless shift in his attention once it fully settled on you, “You’re here.”

You huffed out a small, nervous laugh. “Should I not be?”

“Mmhh, Euijoo usually tells me when he brings you along, so I’m just surprised.” He tilted his head, “Nice dress, you look cute.” Your cheeks warmed.

Godpleasefuckingsaveme.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—your posture, your voice, the way your fingers tightened around the bracelet.

“You too.” You managed, "It's a uhh…a good party.” Who the actual fuck even says that?

“Yeah?” He glanced around briefly, like he was seeing it for the first time. “Bit loud, though.”

“A bit,” You agreed, smiling. There was a beat, not too awkward. You were used to such silences between you and him. 

Yixiang shifted, pushing himself off the wall fully this time. “You want something to drink?” He asked, lifting his cup slightly before glancing at it and making a face. “Actually—don’t take this. I have no idea what this is.”

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest. “That doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

“C’mon,” He said, nodding his head toward the kitchen. “I’ll get you something that won’t kill you.”

You hesitated for half a second (could he get his fine ass in your life) and then nodded.

You followed him through the crowd, the space parting for him without effort. It was quieter in the kitchen, the music more muffled, replaced by the low hum of the fridge and the occasional clatter of someone passing through.

Yixiang moved easily, grabbing a bottle from the counter, reaching for a clean cup. “What do you want?” He asked, glancing back at you.

“Um—anything’s fine.”

“Dangerous answer, sweetheart.” He muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he poured something anyway, sliding the cup toward you.

“Thanks.” You wrapped your fingers around it, but didn’t drink, mind lingering on the way his veins flexed as he closed the bottle.

Your attention wavered to the bracelet in your other hand. You tried to keep it casual, resting it loosely against your side, but you could feel it like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Say it.

Not yet.

Say it now!

Wait.

Yixiang leaned back against the counter this time, mirroring how he had stood earlier, one hand resting beside him. “You good?” He asked, eyes flicking briefly to your face. “You look like you’re thinking really hard about something.”

“Is it that obvious?” You let out a small breath, laughing nervously. 

“Little bit.” He said and your heart pounded.

Just do it!

“Actually,” you started, your voice catching before you steadied it, “I…..I made something.” His gaze dropped immediately to your hand.

“The thing you’ve been holding onto like your life depends on it?” Yixiang asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You groaned softly. “Please don’t say it like that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He huffed out a quiet laugh, “Let me see?” Your fingers tightened for just a second before you stepped forward (an unnecessary step) and held it out to him.

Yixiang took it carefully, more careful than you expected, his rings cool against your skin as his fingers brushed yours, your brain almost stopped.

“You made this?” he asked, the teasing edge in his expression softened, something more thoughtful settling in its place as he turned the bracelet slightly between his fingers, tracing the threads, the details.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly very aware of the distance between you. “I—um—I remembered you said you liked stuff like that, so I thought—”

“It’s nice,” he cut in gently.

Your breath hitched. Tension is the enemy of a good kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded once, still looking at it. “It’s…..really nice.” Relief bloomed in your chest, warm and bright and terrifying all at once.

“This is for me?” he asked, glancing back up at you. You nodded, a small pause. “What’s the occasion?”

And there it was. Your moment of salvation.

Your stomach flipped. Your fingers curled slightly around your cup, grounding yourself as you forced the words past the sudden tightness in your throat.

“I just—” you started, then stopped, letting out a breath. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“Oookay.” Yixiang drawled, expression not changing, “Go on, I’m listening.” You swallowed.

Now.

“I like you,” You said, the words rushing out before you could stop them. “I have for a while, actually, and I just—I wanted you to know. And I thought maybe—” your voice faltered, “—maybe you’d feel the same. Or…..something like that.”

Euijoo once told you a quote that he had made up on a June evening—‘Silence is the food of love’. You had zero idea what he meant by that but you went along anyway, letting him brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you two ate pizza.

This silence was torturous, long enough for your heartbeat to feel unbearably loud. Yixiang blinked once, then looked down at the bracelet again, turning it slowly between his fingers.

And then he laughed. It would have been better if he laughed loudly in a mocking way as he usually did, throwing his head back and practically bellowing. 

But oh the way he laughed now, so softly and gently, as one does to comfort a child who’s had a nightmare. You felt your heart melt in its cage, he laughed so kindly.

“Hey,” He said, stepping a little closer. His hand came up, resting lightly on your shoulder, warm and steady, and somehow, apologetic.

“You’re really sweet,” he said, voice gentler now. “Like—really. This?” he lifted the bracelet slightly, “This is probably one of the nicest things anyone’s done for me.” Your throat tightened. “But…” he continued, and the word felt inevitable.

“I don’t think I’m your guy.”

The sentence landed softly, spoken like a poem. But god it still landed. You forced yourself to hold his gaze. He didnt even look uncomfortable or weirded out, he just looked so fucking calm. And you were drowning in the ocean.

“I’m just—not really looking for anything like that,” he went on, his thumb brushing lightly over the threads of the bracelet. “And even if I was…” he exhaled quietly, a small, almost self-aware smile tugging at his lips, “you’re not really my type.”

It was the fact that he said it so gently, practically cajoling you. He could have, should have, screamed it at you instead, laughed cruel and high and told you to piss off. But he said it like he was comforting you, letting you down easy and then you felt the ocean rise higher.

“I mean that in the best way,” he added quickly, his hand giving your shoulder a small squeeze. “You’re—good. Like, actually good. You deserve someone who’s gonna… I don’t know, not be me.”

All you wanted was him.

“I-” You started, eyes at the floor, your breaths coming a bit too quick, like you couldn't get enough air.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? Should I call Euijoo or—”

“No.” The word came out faster than you intended. You shook your head immediately, stepping back. “I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though it was obvious you weren’t. “I just—need some air.” You didn’t wait for a response, didn’t give him time to say anything else that might make this worse, or kinder, or harder to leave.

You turned and walked out. You made it through the kitchen, past the doorway, back into the chaos of the party. The music slammed into you again, loud and disorienting, lights flashing too bright, people moving too close. It felt suffocating now—every laugh too sharp, every voice too loud.

Your vision blurred at the edges as you pushed through the crowd, murmuring quiet apologies when you bumped into someone, your grip tightening around nothing now—the cup long forgotten somewhere behind you.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t—

By the time you reached the door, your steps had quickened. By the time you stepped outside, you were running. The cool night air hit you like a shock, sharp against your skin, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made everything worse, made it all feel too real.

Your vision blurred completely now, tears spilling over before you could stop them, breath hitching as you stumbled a few steps forward, arms wrapping around yourself like you could hold everything in.

It hurt.

God it fucking hurt.

__________

Euijoo was known among your circle of friends for being highly perceptive. He somehow knew exactly what someone was going through even before that person could get a word out. He didn't need the other person to say a word—he’d just sit there in silence alongside them, tissues and water in hand, until they were ready to talk or cry.

Euijoo didn’t hear what was said—didn’t need to. He saw the way you moved, too fast, too abrupt, your head down and your shoulders tight. And then you were gone out the door before he could even say anything. 

Euijoo straightened instantly, the cup in his hand abandoned on the nearest surface without a second thought. Something sharp surged through him, cutting clean through everything else as he moved 

“Hey—where are you—” His friend Fuma started, but he was already pushing past, eyes fixed on the door you had disappeared through.

“Euijoo!” A hand caught his arm briefly. He turned, just enough to see Yixiang standing there, brows drawn slightly, gaze flicking toward the door and then back to him.

“Are you—” Yixiang began, an uncertain tone to his voice. His gaze darted toward the door, then back to Euijoo like he was trying to piece something together too late. “Just tell her I’m sorry.” 

The words hung there for a second. Euijoo held his gaze for just a moment longer, something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then he gave a small nod.

“It’s not your fault, Nicho.” He sighed, “She’s just….” He thought about it for a second and then shook his head, looking up at Yixiang with a faint smile, “I’ll tell her.”

Yixiang nodded, hand slipping away from his arm as he disappeared into the party, and for a fraction of a second, Euijoo stayed there. 

Thinking, pondering, wondering……whatever other synonym for his brain sending him thoughts existed. Beneath that anger and ache and every other fucked up emotion tangled within the crevices of his heart, there lay something else. Something he hated himself for. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

You were hurting.

And entirely his to take care of now.

Euijoo turned without another word, pushing through the door and into the cool night air, his eyes already searching for his car. You probably would have ran all the way home—in heels? Sure an unlikely probability but hey, a broken heart is capable of wonderous things.

Truly wonderous things.

________________

“Love?” Euijoo knocked on the door as softly as he could, knuckles barely making a sound against the wood—like anything louder might shatter whatever fragile state you were in on the other side.

For a moment, there was nothing, neither movement nor sound. Just the quiet hum of the night stretching between him and you. He shifted his weight slightly, jaw tightening, resisting the urge to knock again. His hands curled at his sides instead, forcing himself to be patient.

You’d open it. You always did.

A faint sound finally came from inside—shuffling, uneven footsteps and the soft click of the lock. And then the door creaked open.

Euijoo swore he’d never seen anyone this beautiful before. 

Eyes glassy, our cheeks were flushed a deep, aching red, tear tracks visible under the dim porch light. You'd changed out from your dress, wearing an oversized shirt and shorts now. Your hair—usually so carefully done—had fallen loose and messy, strands sticking to your damp skin, framing your face in a way that stole the breath from his lungs. The Goddess of beauty could have stood in front of him and all he’d see was you.

Every piece of you was laid bare in front of him and something in his mind told him to be proud of this fact. Only he could see you like this. So unperfectly perfect.

“Hey,” he said quietly. Your lips parted like you were about to say something—maybe to explain, maybe to brush it off, maybe to tell him you were fine, but nothing came out.

Instead, your face crumpled and that was enough. Euijoo didn’t wait for any more words. He stepped forward gently, one hand coming up instinctively to cradle the side of your head as he pulled you into him, the other wrapping around your shoulders, steady and firm.

“I’ve got you.” He murmured, voice low. “It’s okay, I’m right here, love.”

His sweet voice was all it took.

The tears came again, stronger this time, your body folding into his as a broken sob left your chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing holding you up. He held you tighter, one hand smoothing over your hair, slow and repetitive, the other pressed securely against your back as he guided you inside without breaking the hold.

“Come on.” He said softly, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “Let’s just sit down, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, though your grip on him didn’t loosen. Euijoo led you to the couch, movements careful, like you might fall apart if he went too fast. He sat first, gently pulling you down with him, guiding you until you were tucked against his side.

He adjusted so you were comfortable, your head resting naturally against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you properly. Your breaths came uneven, breaking apart into soft, shaky sobs that you tried to stifle but couldn’t quite manage. Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.

Euijoo didn’t say anything. He just stayed, one hand moving slowly through your hair, untangling gentle knots, tucking strands away from your face. The other rubbed small, steady circles into your arm with a quiet rhythm.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Euijoo murmured, tilting his head slightly toward yours.

“For not listening to you.” You said, barely lifting your head, “You know….when you said I’m not his type and he’d probably just—”

“Hey, no.” Euijoo said, arm tightening around you like he was physically stopping the thought from going any further. “Don’t do that.” You let out a weak, shaky breath, your fingers curling tighter into his shirt.

“But you were right,” you whispered, voice small, almost embarrassed. “You told me and I still—I still went and—”

“And what?” He cut in softly. There was that familiar soft scolding tone to his voice, “You liked someone,” he continued, a little quieter now. “And you told them. That’s not something you apologize for, love.”

“It feels stupid,” you admitted, your voice cracking again. “I made that bracelet and everything and I just—I really thought—” Your words dissolved into another broken breath. Euijoo’s hand slowed in your hair, his fingers smoothing gently over the strands before resting briefly at the back of your head. 

“It’s not stupid, love.” Euijoo said, after a brief moment of calming silence, “It’s just….life.” You laughed against his shoulder but he continued, “That doesn’t make it stupid,” he said. “It just means he didn’t feel the same.”

“That’s worse.” You mumbled and a quiet exhale left him.

Well wouldn't he know?

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It kind of is.”

“I just—” you swallowed, your voice smaller now, worn out from crying, “I really liked him, Euijoo.”

“I know,” he murmured, oh if only you knew.

“I thought……maybe if I did it right—if I was…” you hesitated, searching for the word, “enough—”

“Hey.”

This time it wasn’t just his voice. His hand shifted from your hair to gently cup the side of your face, guiding you to look up at him. Your eyes met his and you almost gasped at how gentle they were.

“Don’t finish that sentence like that,” he said quietly. There was something different in his expression now, something a little more serious, “You being ‘enough’ has nothing to do with whether he likes you or not.”

Your brows pulled together slightly, like you didn’t quite believe him. Euijoo’s thumb brushed lightly under your eye, catching a tear before it could fall.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, love.” he continued. “You didn’t mess it up. You didn’t say it weird or give the wrong thing or pick the wrong moment.” A small pause. “He just wasn’t the right person to hear it.”

The words settled between you, softly heavy. Your gaze stayed on his for a moment longer than before, like you were trying to find something in them—something steady enough to latch onto and pull yourself up.

“I just…” you exhaled shakily, “I really thought tonight would be different.” Euijoo didn’t interrupt, just watching you, “I even thought…” you let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh, dropping your gaze again, “I thought maybe I’d have my second kiss tonight.”

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.

Stopping the blood rushing to his dick at those words was not one of them.

“Your second kiss?” He said, voice somehow very steady. 

“Yeah.” You laughed again, wiping your tears and sniffling, “You were my first, remember?”

Oh.

Right.

Your….first…kiss….

Euijoo went very still, chest tightening at the memory, sweet as honey straight from the comb. He swallowed, staring, just staring at you. You were talking about something else now with shy laughs and not one word was going through his head. All he could see was the fact that he was his sweet girl’s first kiss. 

“I don’t know....” You sighed, not noticing the storm brewing in his gaze, too busy fiddling with your fingers, “Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe kissing him wouldn't have felt that good.” You shook your head faintly, “You know, like how it felt with you.”

God should have struck Byun Euijoo and his dick-controlled mind down right there and then.

Well at least before he said his next words.

“Would you like to feel like that again?” 

Great job, you horny idiot.

“Mmh?” You said, looking up at him with those widened eyes, “Did you say something Ju?”

God this girl is testing me. Euijoo's jaw clenched, his mind reeling from the image of your lips on anyone else. No, you were his to cherish, to claim in ways that would erase any doubt. He swallowed hard, voice dropping to a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked—” He leaned closer, half lidded eyes flickering down to your lips and staying there, “—if you’d like to feel like that again, love?”

They say seduction is a delicate art—fragile like a domino, one wrong move and poof! Everything is gone. However, when one’s mind is high under the influence of stupid, stupid human emotions, the domino will stay upright no matter what western wind hits it.

“Only if you want to, love.” Euijoo said, tilting his head with a soft smile, “I just want to make you feel better, you know that right?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks flushing hot as his words sank in. Hesitation flickered through you—nerves twisting in your stomach at the implication—but the trust you'd placed in him, the way he'd always made you feel safe, pulled you under. 

Euijoo was your best friend, of course he’d only want the best for you right? His soft gaze was locked onto you, a gentle anchor in the storm. 

“Yeah….” You nodded slowly, barely a whisper escaping, “Yeah I think I’d like that, Ju.”

Euijoo’s warm smile eased the tension in your chest as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, running a thumb over the skin. You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch without protest.

“Just…..tell me if you want to stop.” 

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Yeah, like he was ever going to stop.

It was soft at first, a tender kiss meant to soothe. You hesitated, your shyness making your cheeks flush, but the fucked up emotions bubbling inside you craved the comfort. And something else inside you was starved of this kind of touch. You parted your lips, letting him deepen the kiss, unaware of the drastic effect it was having on your best friend. His mouth moved against yours with affectionate slowness, his tongue slipping in to taste you, coaxing a quiet sigh from your throat.

“Ju….” You said, melting into the kiss, one hand resting on his chest while the other rested on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” Euijoo said, pulling back just enough, his eyes dark, “Do you want to stop, love?” 

In hindsight, you probably should have stopped. You had maybe two cups of shitty alcohol in you and he was your best friend. But for some stupid reason he tasted soooo good. And no one gives up nectar do they?

“Want more.” You said, breathing a bit heavy, eyes flickering down to his plump lips, “Please?”

Byun Euijoo was a dead man as soon as those syllables spilled from your mouth.

“More?” He said, his hand cupping the back of your neck, lips curving into a faint smile. His free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush, his erection already hardening against your thigh—a thick, insistent bulge that made you gasp. 

“More what, my love?”

My love.

In that moment, Euijoo looked simply divine—the golden light of the lamplight illuminating his soft features, those plush cheeks and those eyes that seemed like deep pools of honey. He always called you ‘love’. He’d never called you his love before though. And some part of you really really liked it.

“Euijoo….” You sighed, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks and other parts of your body, “I want you to kiss me.” His eyes darkened at your response, a small smirk playing on his lips. You giggled, feeling every emotion in the world get to your brain all at once, “I want you to kiss me aaalll over.”  

Now who was Euijoo to deny you? A best friend that behaved like a best friend? Please. 

“As you wish, my love.” 

In an instant, he closed the distance, his large hand cupping the back of your neck as he drew you in. His lips crashed against yours, hungry, tongue slipping past to taste you properly. You melted into the kiss, your frame pressing against his solid chest.

The kiss grew hungrier as you melted into it, your hands clutching at his shirt. Euijoo's fingers threaded through your hair, holding you steady as your tongues danced. He nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from you, and you felt the tension in your body start to uncoil. Making out with him felt so intimate and unhurried, pushing everything else—Yixiang, false personas, bracelets—to the edges of your mind and replacing it with the heat building between you.

Euijoo’s hands moved to grip your hips, lifting you up effortlessly. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping as sat you down on his lap. It was nothing much—you had sat there multiple times in the past. But you were just friends back then and now you were…..something else. 

"E-Euijoo..." You breathed out, tangling your fingers in his hair as he started to trail kisses along your jawline. His teeth nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Mmhh, you’re such a pretty girl.” Euijoo murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. “So fucking beautiful.”

He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was. The friction of his erection rubbing against your clothed core had you squirming and mewling, desperate for more.

“Ju I—”

“Let me take care of you, love.” Euijoo pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling, “I’ll make it all go away for you.” HIs voice was so very low, like a soft desperate prayer, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded, your heart pounding. Innocence clung to you like a veil—you'd never gone this far, never let anyone touch you like this. The thought of it scared you, made your stomach twist with nerves. But it was Euijoo. And Euijoo would never want to hurt you right?

“Are you sure?” You said, your voice trembling, “What if I don’t…you know—” You swallowed, god the thought of your first time being unsexy as fuck terrified you, “do it right?”

But Euijoo, sweet sweet Euijoo only smiled gently, cupping your face in his hands. His hands were the most familiar thing in the world, and right now, they felt like home.

“There is no right way, baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to your nose, “I’ll go slow alright? Just relax for me, hm?” His words wrapped around you like a blanket, reassuring and warm, easing the fear knotting in your chest.

His hand slid down your side, fingers splaying over your hip, thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. You whimpered, the sound fueling his desire, and he guided you backward toward the couch, laying you down with careful strength.

You looked like the most ethereal thing in the world—the kind of thing poets would write about when they tried to describe beautiful things. The kind of thing the gods would fight over—with your hair splayed all over, chest rising up and down and your flushed cheeks. Pretty, pretty girl.

Euijoo’s hands roamed your body over your clothes at first, tracing your curves until you arched into him. He kissed down your neck, sucking lightly on your skin as he tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your bra. You shivered, feeling exposed yet safe under his gaze.

“Euijoo…” you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair.

He laid you down gently on the couch, his kisses trailing lower, over your stomach, fingers hooking into your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties.  Naked now, vulnerable, you tried to close your thighs, but he nudged them apart with his knee, settling between.

Euijoo hovered over you, his weight a comforting cage as he kissed you again, slower now. His tongue explored your mouth, intoxicating strokes that left you breathless, while his hand ventured to your skin, palm warm against you. You arched into his touch, innocence cracking under the wave of need he ignited.

“So fucking beautiful baby.” He whispered, voice rough. You squirmed beneath him, heat pooling between your legs as he lavished attention on your body, kissing your thigh softly. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at your bare pussy, already glistening from the make-out session.

God she’s so adorable.

Euijoo leaned down, mouth latching onto one peak, sucking firmly while his thick fingers teased the other, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from you. The size of his hand dwarfed your chest, making every caress feel overwhelmingly possessive. 

You knew what he was going to do—stick those thick, girthy fingers into your wet folds and make you see heaven. You’d read about it so many times, letting your little fingers wander and leave you on the edge of an orgasm but never quite hit that sweet spot. Would your best friend really be able to reach it?

“Love.” Euijoo said, calling your gaze to his, “Just breathe for me, alright? I’ll go slow, I promise.” How sweet he sounded, even as his index finger nudged dangerously high up your inner thigh. The size of his hands made your breath hitch; you were so very untouched and you weren’t sure if they were even going to fit. 

But then he was pushing one finger inside and your back was already arching, your head pressing deeper back into the cushion as your mouth hung open in an ‘o’. The stretch burned slightly as your walls gripped him tight tight tight.

“Fuck you’re tight.” Euijoo swore under his breath, tilting his head at you, eyes full of (faux) sympathy, “You want me to continue baby?” He was fighting a battle with himself not to moan at your already fucked out face, hair sprawled all over, those eyes looking up at him so very drunkenly. 

“Hmmm…” You hummed, “Feel so good Ju….want more, please?” 

Oh you were going to be the death of him.

“Of course, my love.” His touch was electric, making a string of whimpers seep out of your mouth. His eyes went to where he had breached you and Euijoo almost moaned. You were taking his finger so well, he couldn't help but imagine you taking his cock.

You moaned loud, the discomfort fading into bliss, and he added a second finger, scissoring to stretch you wider. The fullness was intense, the girth filling you in a way that bordered on too much, but the pleasure overrode it. 

“Oh oh fuck!” You screamed as he curled his fingers to hit a particular spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, “Euijoo right there—oh goddd….”

So that was where your clit was. And how easily Euijoo found it, as if he’d been training for this moment his entire life. How funny it was that your best friend knew you so very well.

“Right there?” Euijoo cooed, now rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb, his ego was filled to the brim that he’d found her so quick, “You like that, my love?” He thrust them deeper, thumb on your clit, and your orgasm crashed over you easily—body shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers as you cried out his name.

That precipice of pleasure you’d always stood at but never crossed was gone now, and you were floating in the ocean, the waves cradling you to their warmth. You cried out his name like a ballad, body trembling as he coaxed you through it, whispering how good you were for him. 

 As you came down, panting, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. The sight made your core clench again, a fresh wave of heat flooding you. His tongue swirled round his finger like he was licking up nectar. Euijoo watched you with affectionate eyes, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet you are?” He murmured, one hand gripping your thigh open, “I’m just going to do something, and I promise it’ll feel good, okay?” 

You merely nodded, desperate now to feel that wave of pleasure in your chest again. Whatever Euijoo did would feel like heaven and you were up for it wholeheartedly.

Euijoo's gaze locked onto yours, dark with desire, as he slid down your body slowly. His hands parted your thighs wider, making you shiver in anticipation. He settled between your legs like he belonged, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, sending sparks racing up your spine.

Without a word, Euijoo dipped his head and pressed his mouth to your pussy, his tongue flicking out to trace a long, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit. The warmth of his tongue contrasted with the lingering ache from your recent orgasm, reigniting the fire in your core. You gasped, hips bucking instinctively toward him, but he held you steady with firm hands on your inner thighs.

"Stay still, love," he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice humming through you. 

Then he dove in fully, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently at first, drawing it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. His tongue swirled in tight, insistent circles, lapping at the swollen nub with expert precision, as if mapping every nerve ending.

Pleasure built rapidly, a coiling tension in your belly that had you threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Euijoo groaned in response, the sound muffled as he buried his face deeper, his nose brushing your mound while his tongue delved lower. You tasted like no heaven could ever compare. 

He licked broad stripes along your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue before plunging it inside you, fucking you with shallow thrusts that mimicked what he needed to do with his currently painfully hard cock. Your breaths came in ragged pants, each lap and suck sending jolts of ecstasy radiating outward. 

"Euijoo... oh! Just like that—oh fuck Ju!" you whimpered, your body arching off the couch. He hummed approval, the vibration intensifying everything, and alternated between sucking your clit hard and flattening his tongue to rub firm, relentless pressure over it.

He was relentless, affectionate in his hunger, one hand sliding up to pinch and roll your nipple while the other kept your thigh pinned. Your pussy throbbed under his assault, walls fluttering as another climax approached, faster and fiercer than the last. 

Euijoo sensed it, redoubling his efforts—tongue flicking rapidly, lips tugging, until you shattered again, crying out as waves of bliss crashed through you, your release coating his chin.

He didn't stop, gentling his touches to guide you through the aftershocks, kissing your inner thighs softly before looking up at you with a satisfied, glistening smile. 

“Taste so perfect, my love.” He said, voice husky, crawling back up to claim your lips in a deep, sharing kiss, “So good for me…” 

“Ju…” You kissed him back, mind already hazy, “Euijoo…..want moreee..” You were whining away your words, not even sure if they were coherent enough. Euijoo only chuckled.

“More?” He said, eyes meeting yours with a spark of deeper hunger, “Baby, aren’t you tired?” The afterglow of your orgasms lingered, but the air between you crackled with unspoken want.

“Mmmhh…” You moaned, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes that made his dick twitch, “—promised you’d make me feel good….” You were blabbering yet again, trying and failing to raise your hips to meet his pelvis, “want your cock Ju please please pleeaseeee…”

It was in that moment that Byun Euijoo truly realised the beauty of life. The day had started off with him waking up to a raging boner because of a wet dream with you and now the sun was about to set with his cock nestled deep in your warm walls. Life was amazing.

“Oh?” Euijoo said, his voice roughened by desire, “What was that sweetheart?” 

“Want your cock…” You whined again, bold hands coming up to tug at his hair. You pulled him down for a sloppy kiss and Euijoo swore he could have busted a nut right there and then, “Please Ju?” 

“Of course, my love.” He cooed at you, as he scooped you up effortlessly, your body limp against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, heart racing at the intimacy of being carried like this.

He carried you up the stairs to the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him as he laid you down on the soft sheets. The sheets you two had once cuddled in, talked each other’s ears off and cried your hearts out. The very bedroom Byun Euijoo would be making use of the one talent he commanded well. What is it, you may ask? Taking the virginity of his best friend, of course. 

You bit your lip, hesitation flooding back as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. His pants followed, and when he pushed down his boxers, your eyes widened at the sight of his cock—thick and long, veins pulsing along its length, the head already leaking pre-cum. 

The size of it dwarfed anything you'd imagined, making your untouched pussy clench in a mix of fear and curiosity. Thought of him inside you sent a cold shiver down your spine. And heat to your legs but never mind that. 

“Ju…” You murmured, voice trembling as you sat up slightly, pulling the sheet over yourself, “I don’t know if I can…”

Euijoo knelt on the bed, his hands gentle as he pulled the sheet away, exposing you again. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing over your features, making you look even more beautiful. 

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly, cupping your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, eyes locking onto yours with that loving reassurance, “You trust me right? I’ll make it good for you baby, I swear.” His words melted your resistance, “But if you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop, hm?”

You nodded, lying back as he positioned himself between your legs, his broad frame hovering over you. He kissed you deeply, tongue stroking yours to distract and soothe, while one hand guided his cock to your entrance. 

In all honesty you couldn't believe this was happening. You'd always imagined your first time, chocolates, candles and roses and a man with a brow piercing. You’d imagined softness, hands perfectly molded and the feeling of ultimate pleasure.

Euijoo’s hand was warmly familiar in yours and the scent of him was comforting, chocolates and roses and soft laughter that never failed to steady the ground beneath your feet. You let yourself sink into the mattress, going almost dumb and pliant for him. My my, did he look weirdly gorgeous.

Euijoo gripped the base of his cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance, rubbing it slowly along your folds to coat himself in your wetness. The pressure against your clit made you gasp, a fresh spark of arousal igniting low in your belly.

“Breathe for me, my love.” Euijoo whispered in your ear, kissing just beneath it, one of his hands entwined in yours and the other holding your hip.

“Euijoo….” 

And then you could feel him everywhere. 

From between your legs to your chest to your throat, everything was just Euijoo Euijoo Euijoo. Sweet Euijoo, pretty Euijoo, your Euijoo. 

“Baby?” Euijoo panted, ever so worried about you even when his dick was being squeezed for all it was worth by your walls, “Baby, you with me?” His hand intertwined with yours, squeezed gently as he paused, not even halfway in yet. You were just too damn tight. 

“Ju ohhhh…” You groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “feel so—fuckkkk—feel so full Ju…”

And he wasn't even halfway in. 

Euijoo's dick twitched again as he chuckled and brought his hand up to cradle your cheek. “I know, my love I know. I’m going to push in, ok?”

The stretch burned as he pushed, his thickness forcing your walls to yield. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, the pain sharp and unfamiliar. “It hurts..” you whimpered, tears pricking your pretty eyes, which only drove Euijoo more insane. He paused, letting you adjust, his breath warm against your lips.

"That's it, you're doing so well," he praised, voice low and soothing. He kissed you softly, tongue slipping in to distract as he sank deeper, filling you halfway before stopping again. Your body tensed, god you were so fucking full, but the ache blended with a deep, throbbing pleasure that made your toes curl.

“Euijoo…..oh…” You moaned sweetly against his lips.

“ know, shh…” he breathed against your lips, freezing until you adjusted. “Breathe with me. You're so tight, taking me like this—fuck, you're perfect.” 

Inch by breathtaking inch, he sank deeper, his cock filling you completely, the size making you feel impossibly stretched. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against yours, and held still, letting you acclimate to the fullness.

“Are you alright, my love?” Euijoo said, eyes tracing over you, “Open your eyes baby, let me see those pretty eyes, thaaat’s a good girl.”

“So good Ju….” You moaned, the air whooshing out your lungs at the sight of him, strands of hair falling onto his forehead, slightly hiding his eyes, plush pink kissable lips, “Move…please.”

The pain ebbed into a dull ache, replaced by a growing warmth as he began to move—shallow thrusts at 

first, pulling out just enough to slide back in. You moaned softly, the sound escaping unbidden, your body betraying your initial hesitation.

"Feels good?" he asked, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. You bit your lip, nodding, shifting your hips experimentally.

His pace was unhurried, each thrust long and measured, draaagging his cock along your inner walls to hit sensitive spots that made constellations flicker in your vision. The friction built gradually, your arousal easing the way, turning the stretch into pure bliss.

Euijoo's hand released yours to brace on the mattress beside your head, his other sliding under your thigh to hook your leg higher on his waist. This angle let him grind deeper, the head of his cock nudging your cervix with each full stroke, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core. You moaned, wrapping your arms around Euijoo’s neck, pulling him closer as your bodies moved in sync like voices harmonizing. 

He kissed your neck, sucking lightly at the skin while his hips rolled steadily, fucking you with a rhythm that was both tender and insistent. Sweat beaded on his skin, his lean muscles flexing with every controlled push, the dim light casting shadows that highlighted the intimacy of it all. Your pussy fluttered around him, growing wetter, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your shared breaths.

Your whines grew louder, pornographic moans spilling out as you clutched at him, hips starting to rock in rhythm. The corruption of your innocence fueled his desire—he watched your face contort in bliss, his shy girl giving way to raw need. It snapped something in him; his eyes darkened, grip tightening on your hips as he went feral.

“Fuck baby—ah hahh—sound so pretty for me—shit…” He growled, thrusting harder now, the bed creaking under the force. 

His cock pounded into you, relentless and deep, the size making every plunge overwhelming. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, the pain fully forgotten in the haze of ecstasy. Euijoo buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin before biting down—sharp nips that marked you as his, followed by his tongue licking the spots soothingly. 

“Mine.” He murmured between licks, sucking at your pulse point while his hips snapped forward, “Mine all mine, aren’t you pretty girl?” The loving bites sent jolts straight to your core, heightening the build-up, “Say it for me, my love.”

“Y-Yours…..” You managed to stutter out, almost screaming when his hand slipped between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb, “Yours Euijoo! God, only yours—oh fuck fuck!”

The first orgasm hit you suddenly, your pussy clamping down on his thick length as waves crashed through you. “Euijoo!” you sobbed, body arching off the bed. He didn't slow, fucking you through it, his groans vibrating against your neck.

“One more, my love.” he demanded, voice husky with control, “You can do it, I know you can.” 

His thrusts turned punishing, cock stretching you wide with each brutal drive. He bit your neck again, harder this time, tongue lapping at the sting as his hand pinned your thigh open wider. The coil in your belly tightened, pleasure mounting with each deep plunge.

"Euijoo... closer," you gasped, and he obliged, draping his body over yours fully, his chest pressing to your breasts as he thrust harder but still languidly, drawing out every inch. 

Your orgasm hit like a slow wave this time, crashing over you in shuddering pulses, your pussy milking his cock as you cried out, nails raking down his back. Cum leaked from where you joined, your moans turning to breathless pleas.

Euijoo followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his bites softening to tender licks as he rode out his release. He rocked through it, prolonging both your releases, before collapsing gently beside you, both panting in the afterglow. He pulled you into his arms, his hand smoothing over the back of your head, cock still twitching inside as he kissed your marked neck.

“You did so well.” He shepherd, kissing the crown of your head, holding you close in the quiet of the room, “Perfect, my love.” 

 His heart pounded against your ear, the steady rhythm gradually slowing as exhaustion seeped into your bones. Euijoo eventually pulled out as slowly as he could, peppering your face with soft kisses as he did, fingers combing through your hair in soothing strokes.

“Hmm Euijoo…” You hummed sleepily, opening your eyes only a slight crack.

“Yes, love?” 

“I think….” You giggled tiredly, wrapping your arms around him, “I don't like Yixiang any more.”

“Oh?” Euijoo fought his smile back, tucking your head under his chin as he rolled onto his side, keeping you firmly tucked against his chest, “Then who do you like baby?” 

Your breathing evened out, growing slow and steady. Euijoo watched as your lashes fluttered closed, a look of pure adoration on his face. 

“I think I like you…” You mumbled, “I think I really really like you.” You giggled drunkenly again, “Is that stupid Ju?” 

For a moment, Euijoo didn’t breathe. The words were quiet, slurred with sleep, barely more than a murmur but they settled into him like something sacred, like something that had been waiting patiently for a place to land.

I think I really, really like you

His chest tightened first, sharp, almost startling  before it gave way to something warmer. It spread slowly, blooming beneath his ribs, petal by petal, until it filled him completely. Achingly, impossibly full.

He looked down at you, half-curled against him, your face relaxed in sleep, lashes resting gently against your cheeks. You had no idea what you’d just done to him, no idea how those few drowsy words had unraveled something deep inside his chest.

“No my love, it’s not stupid.” He hummed, thumb brushing absent circles against your arm as if to pull himself to earth, “It’s not stupid at all.”  Euijoo swallowed, his hold on you tightening instinctively, like some small, instinctive part of him was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t, “I really really like you too.” 

“Mmmh good.” You mumbled before giving in to your sleep, your breathing becoming more shallow as you drifted off to sleep. 

“You have no idea, do you?” Euijoo murmured under his breath, voice so soft it barely existed. His lips pressed gently to your hair again, lingering this time.

 "I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "So fucking much." Carefully, like you were something fragile, he pulled you closer and for once, he let himself feel it fully. As the last rays of sun faded from the sky, Euijoo followed you into a peaceful slumber.

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.

Getting his girl was now officially one of them.

fin. 

A/N: gang im not lying i legit came writing this fic UGH BYUN EUIJOO MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN if yall know anything about me you guys know i am no 1 cheater BUT I HAVE LEGIT NEVER CHEATED ON THIS MAN WITH ANYBODY ELSE IN &TEAM like that's the power he holds over me. anyways im gonna go stare at his concept photos now bye

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[viccyzsasz]

🐺“Can You Come Back to Bed?”

Bang Chan x Reader

Soft Intimacy | Insomnia | Domestic Comfort | Late-Night Vulnerability | Gentle Love.

setting: The city is quiet past midnight, your shared apartment dim except for the faint glow slipping from under Chan’s studio door. Hours ago, you fell asleep wrapped in him—warm, safe, and completely unaware that sleep would abandon him the moment it found you.

⸻

You don’t remember when your eyes opened—only that something felt… off.

The bed was still warm, sheets tangled around your legs, but the space beside you was empty.

“Chan…?” Your voice comes out soft, barely there, like it might break if you try harder.

No answer.

You sit up slowly, blinking against the dark, your body still heavy with sleep. For a second, you consider just waiting—he’ll come back, he always does—but the quiet stretches too long, too unfamiliar.

So you slip out of bed.

The floor is cold under your feet, and you don’t bother fixing your appearance—just a loose tank top and panties, hair messy, eyes half-lidded. You don’t even think about it. You just… miss him.

The faint light from his office pulls you down the hallway.

You push the door open gently.

Chan’s there, exactly where you expected—curled slightly forward in his chair, headphones pushed halfway off, one hand resting against his temple as the other hovers over the keyboard. The screen casts a pale glow over his face, highlighting the exhaustion he tries to hide.

He doesn’t notice you at first.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him for a moment, the soft clack of keys filling the room.

“…Chan.”

That does it.

He turns instantly, like your voice is something he’s wired to respond to, and the moment his eyes land on you, something in his expression shifts—softens, melts, completely undone.

You don’t even realize how you look.

But he does.

And to him, it’s everything.

“Hey… baby,” he murmurs, pulling off his headphones, voice low and warm despite the fatigue. “Why’re you up?”

You rub your eyes, stepping closer, your voice small and sleepy. “Woke up… you weren’t there.”

He exhales softly, guilt flickering across his face. “Couldn’t sleep again. Didn’t wanna wake you.”

You stop in front of him, swaying just slightly, and he instinctively reaches out—hands settling on your hips to steady you.

“Come back to bed,” you mumble, barely coherent, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “Please.”

There’s a pause.

Not because he’s unsure.

Because he’s completely, utterly gone for you in that moment.

You—half-asleep, careless, soft in every possible way—asking for him like he’s the only thing that makes sense.

“Yeah,” he breathes, almost like he forgot how to speak for a second. “Yeah, okay. I’m coming.”

He doesn’t even save his work.

Just slips his hand into yours, guiding you gently back down the hallway.

You don’t let go.

Not even when you crawl back under the covers, tugging him with you, wrapping yourself around him like it’s instinct.

He settles behind you, arms circling your waist, pulling you close—closer than before.

You sigh, already drifting again.

And for the first time that night…

Chan feels like he might actually sleep.

Because you’re here.

Because you asked for him.

And because nothing—not the music, not the silence, not even his restless mind—matters more than this.

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skz masterlist

[hwanghhjinie]

BAD TIMING ⏱️

STRAY KIDS REACTION — getting interrupted during a heated moment.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ crack. smut. mdni.

Stray Kids getting interrupted in the middle of an intense and heated moment.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜

: ̗̀➛ bang chan

Studio lights dimmed, Chan has you pinned against the soundproof wall like he’s about to ruin you for anyone else. His hand is shoved up your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your soaked panties while he grinds his painfully hard cock against your thigh.

“Been dying to fuck you raw in this studio,” he growls, voice wrecked, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna make you scream my name so loud the members hear it through the walls—”

RING RING RING RING.

His manager’s name flashes like Satan himself.

Chan’s entire body freezes mid-thrust. He lets out the most pained, horny groan known to man and drops his head between your tits.

“Fuck my life. If I don’t answer he’ll send a search party.”

He stays pressed against you, still rock hard and twitching.

“Baby… talk dirty to me while I answer. I need something to stay hard through this call.”

: ̗̀➛ lee minho

Minho’s got you bent over the kitchen island like a five-star meal. Shorts yanked down to your knees, his hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks while two fingers are already knuckle-deep inside you, curling viciously.

“Such a greedy little pussy,” he purrs, biting your shoulder. “Clenching around my fingers like you want me to breed you right here on the counter—”

CRASH!

Glass explodes. Soonie has committed war crimes and knocked over an entire bottle of expensive wine.

Minho stills, fingers still buried deep. He slowly turns his head like a possessed demon.

“You absolute menace.”
He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, sucks them clean while glaring at the cat, then looks back at you with a feral smirk.

“New plan. I’m locking all three cats in the bathroom, then fucking you stupid on this counter. Don’t move.”

: ̗̀➛ seo changbin

Changbin has you lifted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock grinding hard against your clothed core like he’s trying to fuck you through the fabric. Sweat is already dripping down his neck.

“Fuck— you’re dripping through your panties,” he rasps, voice deep and animalistic. “Gonna split you open, baby. Gonna make this pussy cry for me—”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“FOOD DELIVERY!”

Changbin’s head snaps toward the door like he wants to murder someone. He yells back without moving an inch, still grinding slow and filthy,

“LEAVE IT OUTSIDE OR I’LL PAY YOU TO WAIT THERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES!”

He looks back at you, eyes wild, lips swollen. “If that guy knocks again I’m answering the door with my dick out. Fair warning.”

: ̗̀➛ hwang hyunjin

Hyunjin has you sprawled on the couch, shirt pushed up, mouth latched onto your nipple while his hips roll deep and sensual between your legs. You can feel every inch of his long, hard cock pressing right against your clit through his thin sweatpants.

“Want to cover you with my cum tonight,” he moans dramatically, tongue flicking. “Gonna edge you until you’re begging, then ruin this pretty pussy—”

DING.

Mama Hwang: “Honey I’m outside!! I brought kimchi jjigae. Why aren’t you answering the door?“

Hyunjin freezes mid-lick, eyes wide like he just got caught committing a felony. He whispers in pure theatrical horror.

“My mother is outside… while I have a raging boner and your tit in my mouth.”

He dramatically flops his face into your chest. “Tell her we’re sleeping. Tell her i’m still showering. I don’t care. Just buy me time before I actually die.”

: ̗̀➛ han jisung

Jisung is uncharacteristically feral tonight — straddling you, pants shoved down just enough, frantically grinding his leaking cock against your bare stomach while whimpering into your mouth.

“Fuck— I’m so hard it hurts,” he whines, voice cracking. “Want to cum all over you, then fuck you right after, pleasepleaseplease—”

ACHOO!

A nuclear sneeze explodes out of him, followed by two more.

Jisung goes rigid, face scarlet. “I just— I sneezed on my own dick mid session. This is my villain origin story.”

ACHOO!

He hides in your neck, still grinding pathetically. “Don’t laugh— okay laugh, but don’t stop touching me. I’m emotionally fragile and physically desperate.”

: ̗̀➛ lee felix

Felix has you underneath him, deep voice rumbling as he sucks marks into your neck and grinds his thick cock against your soaked panties in slow, filthy circles.

“Gonna eat this pussy till you’re shaking,” he growls, accent heavy with lust. “Then I’m fucking you so deep you’ll feel me for days—”

ALARM BLARING.
Kitchen timer screaming and letting you know that the instant ramen is ready.

Felix lifts his head, freckles standing out on his flushed face, looking personally betrayed by the universe.

“…The noodles are done.”

He stares at you dead serious, cock still throbbing against you. “We have thirty seconds to decide: soggy ramen or me railing you until you forget what ramen is.”

Pause.

“Actually, fuck it. Ramen can drown. I’m choosing you.”

: ̗̀➛ kim seungmin

Seungmin has you on his lap, one hand fisted in your hair, the other squeezing your ass as he guides you to grind down on his very obvious, very hard cock. His usual calm is gone — he’s biting your lip, voice low and mean in the hottest way.

“Finally. Now ride me properly before I—”

RING RING RING!

On your phone was his mom calling.

“Seungmin’s Mom ❤️” with a heart emoji and everything.

Seungmin pulls back like he’s been electrocuted, but his hands stay glued to your ass, still squeezing.

“Answer it. Right now.”

You stare at him in disbelief. He smirks, even as his cock twitches under you.

“What? I’m a good son. But the second you hang up…” He leans in, whispering right against your lips, “I’m bending you over and fucking the respect right out of you.”

: ̗̀➛ yang jeongin

Jeongin’s shyness has completely evaporated. He’s got you pinned to his bed, tongue in your mouth, one hand boldly squeezing your breast while his hips rut desperately against you, hard cock straining in his pants.

“Want you so bad— can I fuck you? Please? I’ll be so good, I’ll make you cum so many times—”

LIGHTS OUT.

Total blackout. All lights in the room dies.

You both freeze, breathing heavy in pitch darkness. Jeongin lets out the most dramatic, betrayed whine.

“Are you actually kidding me?! Right now when I finally have the chance after aching all day?!”

He still hasn’t stopped grinding slowly against your thigh in the dark.

“…We have condoms in the drawer. I have muscle memory. We can do this blind. Or… we can laugh and I’ll keep dry-humping you until the power comes back. Your choice, no pressure.”

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[satorisoup]

ㆍ soft & fluffy ﹒﹒ 𝒮𝒦𝒵 𝒪𝒯8

❤︎ 𝓉heir girlfriend seems to be a bit plushie obsessed . . .

♪ ﹒﹒ (seperate) bf! 𝓈kz ﹠ 𝒻!reader . ݁˖ ♡

ⓘ fluff, sex talk, cursing, petnames, jisung cameo in minhos ver. of course ﹒﹒ 🎼 𝓈mau . 21ss

𝓉o 𝓎ou ◞ i love plushies, you love plushies, WE love plushies … ♡ + ⟲ & enjoy!

thank you so much for reading! sending you a kiss, quick, catch it . . . ᥫ᭡

© satorisoup 📁 ⸝⸝

[hyunienohanashi]

── .✦ waking up alone (morning after).

⟢ ┆ stray kids x reader. ot8. new relationship. nsfw.

⟢ author’s note: hello, hello!! i’ve been a bit mia this past month and i got quite a few requests for some reason, so today i felt like writing this one about either y/n or skz!member waking up alone after their first time together. it was fun to write it and i hope it’s fun to read<3

[lngshotty]

⌗ kim ryul - the ryul treatment

summary; ryul is very good at giving the silent treatment, but he’s much worse at receiving it. you’re only returning the favor but 3 hours later, he’s sulking over a beat and pettiness turns him into a little koala

warnings; ignoring (silent treatment) sulking, slight jealousy, still fluff, a kiss

wc; 2,3k - requested

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you know something is wrong the moment ryul doesn’t talk..

normally he’s literally everywhere at once; commenting on whatever you’re doing, poking your cheek, stealing your drink, complaining dramatically about things that aren’t even close to actual issues

but earlier that afternoon he’d gotten annoyed over something stupid,

tbh you weren’t even sure what triggered him..

all you know is that he muttered a short “whatever,” and gone completely silent afterwards

the ryul silent treatment,

an absolute classic.

so naturally, you decided to return the favor

because of course, you’re generous like that

and now it’s been three hours..

it’s safe to say that he didn’t even notice it at first

he’s leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone while you walk past him to grab a glass

normally you’d bump into him on purpose, playfully

but today you just… walk by

you didn’t say anything, you didn’t acknowledge that he was standing there, you didn’t even bat an eye

he glances up immediately; “..you good?”

you say nothing, complete silence

open the cabinet, grab a cup, fill it with water, take a sip, turn back around and walk out

no eye contact or

just.. nothing

“..okay?”

he shrugs like he doesn’t care, but he can’t deny that hks eyes followed you when you leave the room, hoping you’d look at him for just a sec

20 minutes later he’s on the couch when you walk past him in the living room

normally you’d flop down next to him, grab his arm or throw you own legs over his

but today you sit in the armchair instead

he frowns while looking at you, scanning your face to see the slightest hint of annoying

“..you mad?”

silence.

“…hello?”

nothing.

he squints at you, but your face expression doesn’t change one bit

“..yn?”

you continue scrolling through your phone like you’re reading the most interesting thing ever posted online

and ryul leans forward a little, his eyes burning holes into

your face at this point

“..baby?”

a pause..

then he sighs, leaning back, crossing his arms as he scoffs softly

“okay,”

another pause..

he huffs under his breath, disbelief written all over his face as he shakes his head slightly as he thinks;

‘two can play this game’

so ever since, the apartment is filled with the most dramatic mutual ignoring imaginable

you walk past each other like strangers,

ryul deliberately looks the other direction whenever you enter a room, secretly still hoping you’d look into his direction

and for a while, ryul commits to it

like actually commits to it, full on taking it very seriously and very very dramatically

but after about an hour…

his petty commitment turns into annoyance, because you’re doing it too well

you don’t even glance at him, not once

you don’t even acknowledge him even the slightest bit, even when he sighs out loud, over exaggeratedly clears his throat or tries coming closer; you don’t waste one singular breath on him or his presence

you’re in the kitchen, making your nightly tea and he tries hovering near you,

once again trying to get a reaction out of you

but.. nothing

he even bumps your shoulder “accidentally”

no reaction.

he doesn’t give up tho

he just watches you for a good minute, his eyes tracing the lines of your face and he can’t help the way his lips curl up into a small smile

for a second he seems to forget that you’re in an active ignoring session

and before his mind can even comprehend what he’s doing, he leans in like he’s about to kiss you

but before he actually can, you step aside and grab a spoon out of the drawer

ryul freezes mid lean, eyes slightly wide, mouth gasping open just a little bit

“…did you just dodge me?” he scoffs softly

you just stir your tea and he stares at you, his gaze flickering between your tea and your face

“…wow.,” he mutters

later that night, when the front door bursts open, ryul is sulking on the couch; full on sulking

and louis walks in first, “yooooo!”

you immediately perk up in the kitchen by the sound of the others arriving,

“lou!!” you call out, excitedly

ryul’s eyes snap wide open

louis drops his bag and stretches dramatically, “i made a new beat today, wanna hear it?”

and you brighten instantly, a big smile plastered across your face for the first time that night,

“omg of course!!!!”

ryul slowly sits up straight,

that voice.

that sweet, excited voice.

the one you apparently still have access to for everyone except him?

you grab two capri sun’s for louis and you before following him into his bedroom, plopping down next to him on his lower bunk bed

ryul gets up and follows quietly, his feet shuffling over the floor before he stops to lean against the doorway

inside, louis’s already pressing play on the laptop, excitedly explaining what he did

and music fills the room while you nod along, smiling sweetly

“oh my god wait this part is so good!”

louis’s face lifts up instantly, “right?? wait listen to this drop-“

you lean closer to the laptop as louis taps around on his keyboard

and ryul’s eye twitches slightly when he hears you laughing

you even lightly shove louis’s shoulder when the beat switches, proudly telling him that he did a good job, mirroring the big smile on his face

ryul’s jaw tightens,

he doesn’t say anything tho, he just watches you two

and louis is so immersed in his beats that he doesn’t even seem to notice

“i was thinking of layering another synth here-“

and you nod enthusiastically, “yeah!! that would sound amazing!”

ryul scoffs quietly, pushing himself off the doorframe before walking away

he shakes his head and mutters a quiet, “..unbelievable,” under his breath

ten minutes later he wanders back, purely to see if you’re still ignoring him

which.. you are.

even worse actually,

you and louis seem to have the best time,

you’re sitting cross legged on his bed, louis slide down to sit on the floor with his laptop infront of him

and as a cherry on top, woojin joined your little gathering too

ryul stands in the hallway staring like a ghost,

he doesn’t enter the room, doesn’t even pretend he was going to

and louis and woojin immediately look up when the older guy shows up, woojin calling out for him to join you

but you?

you’re still doing.. whatever you’re doing

you don’t even look up for the slightest bit

ryul loudly clears his throat,

and woojin grins to himself, looking at ryul before whipping his head towards you

“aha.., i get it,” he mumbles, grinning widely now

louis looks up quickly, but continues talking, probably unaware of the ‘situation’

“…so i sampled this old drum kit-“

and you lean in instantly, to listen and see what he was doing

ryul dramatically sighs, drifting off to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge

closing the door a little more aggressively than usual

..no reaction

he twists the cap louder than necessary

.. still no reply whatsoever

he sighs loudly (again)

still nothing.

he shuffles towards louis’s room again

walking past the doorway slowly,

very slowly..

almost like a little cat expecting attention, which is basically him right now

but nothing

he stops, turns back, stares at you while you are nodding while louis explains something about mixing

and ryul whispers to himself, “..wow,” before then storming off to his own room again

a little later, the apartment grows quiet

everyone is in their rooms, logging off for the night

and you go to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well

while you’re brushing your teeth, the door opens and ryul walks in

well, he doesn’t really walk in

he just leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching you through the mirror

waiting..

you spit into the sink, rinse your toothbrush, put it away and continue the next step in your routine

still nothing..

his jaw tightens slightly, sighing softly as he realises you’re still not acknowledging his presence

“..yn?”

you don’t say anything, you don’t even seem to care that he’s right behind you

you just grab your skincare bottle and he watches you like he’s trying to force eye contact through sheer willpower

unsuccessful of course

you wipe your hands and brush your hair quickly before putting away all your stuff

once you’re finished, you simply walk past him, and disappear into his bedroom

ryul stays there for a second before his mind is fully aware of the fact that you just brushed straight past him, again

“..you’re actually joking,” he mutters

but nonetheless, he still follows you to the bedroom like a lost little puppy

a little moment later, after some needed tiktok scrolling, you turn off the lights and turn away under the blankets,

usually you’d curl up into his arms, resting your head on his chest while he holds you

but tonight, ryul just lies on his back staring into the darkness..

without you in his arms

five minutes pass

and he sighs loudly

ten minutes,

he shifts dramatically, adjusting his blanket even though it was covering his body just perfectly

fifteen minutes,

and there’s still complete silence

your breathing evened out softly, and for a second he thought you already fell asleep,

then-

in the complete darkness, you mumble,

“you can be such a lil bitch sometimes,”

and ryul instantly launches upright

the blankets rustle violently as his body jolts up,

“WHAT-“

he slaps the lamp on on his nightstand, and the light floods the room nicely

he’s staring at you like you just rose from the dead,

“YOU CAN STILL TALK?!”

you blink at him, scoffing softly, “of course,”

he looks deeply offended, like actually offended

“i’ve been suffering for HOURS,” he states dramatically

“good,”

“good??”

he gestures wildly, his hand brushes through his hair before sliding down his face,

“you ignored me like i committed a fk crime,”

you squint at him, your eyebrows frowning a little,

“you started it,”

“i did not,”

“you literally gave me the silent treatment earlier today,”

“..that was different,”

you raise an eyebrow, “how,”

he hesitates, “…it just was,”

you roll onto your back, sighing out loudly,

“see? lil bitch,”

ryul gasps like you just stabbed him,

and you only snort

he glares at you for about two seconds before his expression slowly turned sulky,

“…you dodged my kiss earlier,”

“yes,”

“that was uncalled for,”

“that was revenge,”

he flops down dramatically, groaning softly; “i don’t like being ignored,”

you glance at him, “yeah?”

he mutters, “..yeah,”

“you do it all the time,”

a pause..

then suddenly-

he rolls over and grabs you in a tight bearhug before you could even think of dodging him again

you wheeze instantly at the sudden movement, “ryul!”

“no,”

he buries his face into your shoulder, “i’m claiming you back,”

you try to shove him away but he just tightens his hold like a stubborn koala

“you were being nice to louis and ignoring me,”

you laugh, “because louis isn’t annoying,”

“can you stop,” he groans

“and you were lurking in the hallway like a ghost,”

“because you were flirting with him,”

you stare at him, “flirting?” you echo, “the kid is 15,”

“so what? you were 15 once,”

“…i said his beat was good,”

“you were literally leaning into him,”

“oh my god,”

“that’s physical affection,”

you only scoff under your breath and ryul looks absolutely scandalized

“this is serious,”

“you’re ridiculous,”

“i’m correct,”

you push his face away, “you’re jealous and petty,”

but he immediately denies it, “i am NOT jealous!”

there’s a beat of silence,

“…i just think louis should mind his business,”

you grin, “and you’re petty,”

“i’m not,”

“so if i go tell louis i liked the beat again-,”

ryul groans loudly, and before you can even say anything else, his face comes back up and his lips were crushed on yours

completely out of nowhere, and you had zero chance to even try and protest

it’s messy and quick and very much meant to interrupt your sentence, which was successful

and you blink when he pulls back, “that was cheating,”

he just shrugs easily, “strategic actually,”

you narrow your eyes, “if you kiss me again i’m gonna go hug louis tomorrow,”

ryul freezes, his eyes wide as his mouth drops open, “don’t say things like that!”

and you grin, “louis gives good hugs tho,”

ryul tackles you back into the mattress

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EVEN KNOW THAT!!”

you laugh as he squishes you into the pillow,

“ryul- i can’t breathe,”

“good, you started psychological warfare,”

you wiggle in his hold, trying to free yourself from the strong grip he has on you,

“you started it,”

he groans, “..fine,”

then he presses another kiss to your lips,

this one slower and softer

less dramatic

and you don’t even try to fight him off, you smirk into his lips as your arms naturally closed around his neck, pulling him closer to you

“…don’t ignore me like that again,” he mumbles against your lips

“maybe,”

he pulls away slightly, squinting his eyes suspiciously,

“…i’m literally gonna lock you in this room,”

you burst out laughing, and ryul immediately pulls you closer again

“i’m being serious,”

“yes a serious lil bitch,”

he rolls his eyes, chuckling softly, “you forgot petty,”

“right my bad,” you reply, “a petty lil bitch,”

he nudges your head into your pillow before turning around to turn off the light,

“ok enough talking,” he sighed as he plopped down onto the bed again, pulling you into his side

“already?” you jokingly said, “i thought you didn’t like the silence,”

“i’m reconsidering my decision,” he laughed

“copied sir,” you replied, “i’ll be quiet again,”

“no. no, no, i’m joking, please keep talking, i like your talking,”

you grin, “i know you do,”

he laughs softly, his arms finally closing around you, pressing a soft kiss on your temple before closing his eyes

and you better believe that for the rest of the night,

he holds you close to him like you might actually disappear if he lets go

and deep down, he’s making a silent promise to himself that he won’t ever give you the silent treatment again..

from now on, the ryul treatment is specifically for woojin and louis

not you,

his fav little menace

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BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who manages to always notice the moment your mood shifts. even if you try to hide it, it might seem like he’s clueless, but he really isn’t. sunghoon tilts your chin up in a careful manner, like he doesn’t want to worsen your day. “don’t stay all quiet like that.. talk to me, princess.”

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who can’t help but feel terrible— and most of all, frustrated when you cry. he cups your face, hugging you close to himself. “y/n, look at me, please..” sunghoon tilts your jaw up. “it’s okay, alright? we’ll figure everything out.” or in other instances, if he knows that someone made you sob, he’ll ask you firmly, “who did this to you?”

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who speaks even softer than usual than with you, his usually cool, logial tone turns into something more on the sweet and warm side.

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who always makes sure to make it clear in public that you’re taken. he always has your scrunchie on his wrist and never lets go of your waist or hand. when you try to pull away from him in a crowded party, he doesn’t let you. “‘hoon, i’m fine..” you say quietly. “i don’t want to let you go.”

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who pretends like he’s only a smudge jealous when he sees another guy hit on you when you’re clearly with him. when you feel his arm snake around you, you feel his breath hot against your ear. “he needs to back up.”

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who takes you ice skating and teaches you as if you were his understudy. he holds your hand and catches you when he can tell you’re about to fall.

BOYFRIEND!SUNGHOON who seems like he doesn’t give a crap about your relationship to your friends, but little do they know he checks up on you everyday you’re not with him. “have you ate yet?” “don’t forget to drink water.”

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[yuesning]

MY PERSON ───── kwon ohyul 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

synopsis how much he admires you.

masterlist ᠀୧ ohyul x f!reader — established relationship, loverboy ohyul, pure fluff, short drabble

ONE THING ABOUT OHYUL, is that he will admire you, no matter the scenario you're in. he shows his affection through his gaze. no words, no actions, just by looking at you. although to some people, staring at somebody so much can be considered unhealthy but he for sure knows how to make you whip your head away from him, smiling to yourself from ear-to-ear when you catch his stare, with the usual loving smile he always has on his face.

you could be in the most worn out state ever, and he'd be next to you on the couch, watching the way you doze off to nothing, just staring at the corner of the room. even so, he'd think you're the most beautiful girl ever even after waking up — that being a moment he appreciates the most.

it's even worse when you know he's staring, you're used to it by this point, but the stutter you feel in your chest when you can feel his gaze just from the back of your head, just makes your heart race.

he's slumped up against the couch, arm laying lazily behind you, as his other hand grips onto his phone. he notices the way your hair was thrown to the back of your shoulder, the small skin being exposed, his eyes eventually trailing alongside to that smile he always loved, feeling himself let out a crack of a smile of his own.

he just feels so lucky to have you, to call you his own girlfriend. you're his person, he's your person.

but of course, it's drilled into your head by this point whenever you feel his eyes attach to you, turning around to meet with what you expected; that admiration he possesses. his eyes are heavy, the smile isn't huge or humorous, but it's there — there with clear genuine emotions shown.

you can't help but form a shy smile onto your face, immediately lowering your eyes away from his own as you crossed your arms, leaning into his side, being too obvious that you were smitten by his actions, as he let out a breathy chuckle due to your reaction.

you're sitting on the side of him in the back of the car, the ride being silent the whole time as you were set onto your phone watching videos that peaked your interest. but instead of him watching it with you, he watches the soft glow your phone casted on your focused face, you being oblivious to his gaze this time.

he watched the way your eyebrows furrowed, the small pout on your lips, the way your lashes would flutter each time you'd blink. he noticed the way you would look out the window for a few seconds before refocusing back onto your phone.

it was obvious that you were tired, with the way your eyes would shut every thirty seconds then reopening to focus back onto your phone, and the way your head would settle deeper onto his shoulder, he still couldn't help but smile at you.

the wasn't until you let out a deep breath, shutting off your phone completely, placing it back onto your lap as you decided to stare out the window but before so, you looked up at ohyul — of course, you caught that dumb look of love that was written all over his face, he was staring at his beauty this whole time.

you couldn't help but let out a smile of your own, lightly shoving his face away from you in a playful manner.

he loves admiring you at your cutest — which is always. when you're doing your skincare, he's watching you through the mirror with his back against the wall, slowly brushing his teeth, too deep into your beauty.

even when you're visibly stressed out — not the stress that causes thorns in between your relationship, but the stress that makes his heart flutter at every sight, just like now, throwing clothes straight at him because you can't decide on an outfit for the day, relying on ohyul for your choice but instead of insisting on helping you with your outfit, he watches you with a smile, finding your complaints cute enough to push you through it more by not helping you.

"are you going to help me or not.." you said giving him a light push to his shoulder, clearly irritated because he hasn't shared any of his opinions, and instead is providing your stress with that dumb smile.

"no you'd still be beautiful even with the most ugliest clothes on"

you're the person he buys random things for; small or big, expensive or handmade, he's offering it for you regardless. he's so observant that a glance of an eye that you make towards an item, he's all hands on it, buying it for you immediately even if you try to disregard it.

"dude where's that top you ordered for me?" one of his friends ask.

"for you? that was for my girl, not for you"

he loves talking about you to his friends, even if you're not apparent with the topic. every small detail mentioned, you're settled into his mind. someone brings up a meal they've been craving, he thinks back onto the time you ate that same meal a year ago. you're always in his mind.

he admires you for who you are, he loves you as a person, he loves what you do and no judgement comes from him when it comes to the two of you. how could he not be so in love with a girl he's always dreamt of, that girl being you. your beauty inspires him, your persona motivates him. he's in love.

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[n1conekoz]

&team headcanons how they like to sleep with their partner

notes: hiii this is my first post!! im looking for luné moots and friends <3 im still working on my profile but my basic info is there. i hope you like this and id love to read your comments and thoughts about it. you can also send a request if you want 🫶

pairing: ot9 x reader

tags/warnings: just fluff, bf!teamies, slightly suggestive at yuma and harua

wc: about 150-200 each member

K

definitely loves to hug you from behind. he will burrow his face in your hair and wrap his arms around your waist, his chest firmly pressed against your back. will probably talk to you about his day in that position, his voice soft and low against your ear slowly making you sleepy. i feel like he moves a lot during the night tho, so it's not surprising to find him in a messy position in the morning; half of his body hanging off the bed, blanket all tangled up around him and hair sticking in all directions. just the cutest sight ever.

he likes to cuddle and kiss a lot in the morning before getting off the bed. if he wakes up earlier than you, he will end up accidentally waking you up from kissing your face too much.

Fuma

wears the cutest pokemon pjm sets and buys one for you too so you can match with him. he will sleep on his back, one arm holding you on his side and against his chest (just imagine those strong muscles around you, oh god😵) still, he feels warm and soft. you will feel so safe in his arms fr.

wakes up early in the morning, like REALLY early. he makes sure to tuck you in under the blanket and leave a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room to go do some chores. will come back hours later and take you into his arms, softly caressing your hair until you wake up naturally. he will greet you with the softest "good morning" and a very sweet kiss.

Nicholas

clingy asf. he sleeps shirtless, so he will use you as a warmth source. the moment you get in bed, his leg is throw over you, arms around your waist like a big teddy bear. he likes to nuzzle his face on your shoulder and leave little kisses on the skin there. also loves to receive love from you; soft caresses on his arm or small forehead kisses will help him relax and fall asleep faster <3

WON'T wake up in the morning. likes to sleep until late. it's usual for you to find him all curlep up against you, lips slightly parted as he breathes out softly. if you try to wake him up, he will only hold you closer until he decides it's time to start the day.

plus: i think he also likes to be the little spoon, especially when he's too tired or stressed. will even let you play with his hair if he really needs the comfort :(

Euijoo

i feel like he's not really into cuddling a lot for some reason.. still, he won't deny you if you really want to hug him. he will wrap his arms around you, his grip very gentle, and rub your back to help you get sleepy. also loves to hold your hand, leave kisses on it and nuzzle his nose against your knuckles. i can see him humming some song into your ear just because he knows his voice will help you relax.

sometimes he wakes up before you. when he does, he likes to run his fingers through your hair and just watch you sleep, because he thinks you look so pretty and cute like that. he will be sooo careful with his movements tho in order not to wake you up. the first thing you will see when you finally open your eyes is his pretty perfect smile and slightly blushed cheeks. he's just the biggest sweetheart i swear.

Yuma

you will be envolved in his arms as soon as you get in bed with him. i swear, that man WON'T let go of you. he's just so cat lol. he's another one who sleeps shirtless so you'll basically be squished against his chest. he can be a little freaky devil so he might slide his hand under your shirt and purposely make you shiver when caressing your skin with his fingertips. i feel like he will also slide his hand under your panties saying "it's just too warm" LOL.

will throw a tantrum if you try to wake him up, turning around and hiding under the blankets like a little kid. he will pout and try to give you the puppy eyes just so you stay with him a little bit more. and ofc you'll find yourself falling for it, who wouldn't?

Jo

oh he's so lovely and soft. he likes to have your head on his chest as you two watch a movie on his laptop before sleeping. when he notices you've fallen asleep, he will carefully craddle you in his arms and put the blanket around you. he will wrap his arm around your shoulders, hide his face on your hair and just breathe in your scent. he will give you so many kisses while you sleep, since he won't feel as shy as when you're awake.

mornings with him are so quiet. he always whispers "morning..." (with that slightly raspy, deep voice), before kissing your cheek and bringing you in for a hug and some cuddles. he stays in bed for a while, silently scrolling on his phone while playing with your hair with his other hand. if you fall asleep again, sometimes he will join too. he just loves feeling you close.

Taki

so clingy in a playful way. he will trap you in his arms and shower your face and neck with kisses, all while giggling like crazy. once he starts feeling sleepy tho, he lets his head fall on your chest, a silent request for head pats. he loves feeling your touch against his cheeks or through his hair, it makes him feel so safe. if one day you're feeling down or just need some extra love, he will give you EVERYTHING. hugs, kisses, reassuring... he will even share some snacks with you and listen to whatever you wanna talk about before sleeping. he won't let you go to bed feeling sad. never.

he's actually really responsible and wakes up quite early. he will give you the biggest smile and hug in the morning, just to make sure you start the day with a smile. will cook breakfast for you, just to have the excuse to steal kisses from you at every bite you take.

Harua

loves to hug something (you) in bed. you two will lay on your sides so you can look at each other's faces while cuddling. he loves talking with you in the darkness of the night. also kisses a lot, giggles everytime he accidentally kisses the tip of your nose instead of your lips. a lot of skinship is also involved; his hands roaming along your hips, thighs, waist... but always in the sweetest, most intimate way.

a bit difficult to wake up, he needs some time to shake off sleep. will burrow himself in your neck to hide from the morning sunlight and will probably end up falling asleep again. or if he wakes up in another mood, will start kissing you there instead, press closer against you until you get the message of what he wants. will do it under the blankets for sure.

Maki

he doesn't really care how you two sleep, but you mostly end up with your head resting on his arm (biceps🤤). one of his hands will rest in the back of your head or your nape, just so he can push you closer and kiss you whenever he wants. he likes to feel your arm around his torso and interwine your legs together.

loves when you try to wake him up with little kisses. he fakes being asleep until he can't hold in his smile anymore and ends up dragging you back into his arms to shower you with kisses instead. he stretches out so big he almost throws you off the bed everytime, only to giggle and give you the most attractive "good morning, love..." with a little accent. loves to stay in bed with you so much he will usually run late to his schedules.

[lngshotty]

⌗ kim ryul - a month of self control

summary; ryul talks big and you don’t believe him. one bet later, and suddenly he’s trying to survive a month with you without giving in.. but the longer it goes on, the harder it gets

warnings; fwb, tension, teasing, sex ban, party scenes, grinding, making out, neck kisses, petnames

wc; 5,7k - requested

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it starts, like most bad ideas do; with ryul talking too much.

you’re not even part of the conversation at first, you’re half listening from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a drink in your hand while his friends sit sprawled across the living room,

someone says something, something stupid, and ryul laughs, loud and easy, like he always does when he thinks he’s about to win an argument, (which he genuinely always thinks he does)

“i’m serious,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair, “i could go a month, easy,”

you pause mid sip,

..oh?

“a month?” someone snorts, “you? yeah, right,”

ryul just shrugs, all confidence and ego, “what? you think i’m weak or something?”

you don’t even realize you’re smiling yet,

“i don’t need it,” he keeps going, digging his own grave, “i have self control,”

“you have self control? yet you’re always with yn,” his friend points out,

“of course i am,” ryul shrugs, like it’s obvious, “you’d be too if you had her,”

you set your glass down very carefully,

because now you are listening.

later, when everyone’s gone and the apartment is quieter, you bring it up,

you’re sitting on his couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone while he’s in the kitchen grabbing water,

when he comes back, he tosses the bottle onto the coffee table and drops down beside you like he always does,

too close to be accidental but too casual to comment on..

“so,” you say, not looking up, “a month?”

he chuckles immediately, “don’t start,”

you glance at him, eyebrow raised, “no, no, i’m impressed fr, didn’t know you had that kind of discipline,”

he narrows his eyes, “i do,”

you hum, not really convinced, “mm,”

and that does it,

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, still way too calm, “nothing, just- i don’t believe you,” you smirk

there’s a moment of silence, then he lets out a short laugh, “you don’t believe me?”

“not even a little,” you say sweetly,

“wow,”

“what?” you finally turn toward him fully now, resting your chin on your hand, “you’re telling me you could go a full month and not fold? not even once?”

“yes,”

“with me still around?”

he hesitates, just for a second, but you catch it,

and you grin to yourself,

“yeah,” he says quickly, “easily,”

“okay,” you nod, “prove it,”

he blinks, “what?”

“prove it,” you repeat, “a month. you and me,” you tilt your head, “but no hooking up,”

his expression shifts, suspicion creeping in, “that’s your condition?”

“mmhmm,”

“and you’re just gonna behave?”

you just smile,

which is answer enough,

he exhales through his nose, already regretting this, but his pride won’t let him back down now, “fine,”

“fine?”

“fine.”

you extend your hand, “bet,”

he looks at it, then at you, “what do i get when i win?”

“when?” you echo, amused,

“when,”

you think for a second, then lean in just a little, close enough that his attention drops to your lips automatically,

“you can pick,” you say softly,

he swallows,

“..and when you lose?” he asks,

you lean back again, “you admit i was right,”

he scoffs, shakes your hand, “easy,”

you squeeze once before letting go, “we’ll see,”

the first night after the bet starts feels.. exactly the same?

which is the problem,

you’re back at his place like nothing changed; shoes by the door, his hoodie already on you without asking, some random show playing that neither of you really care about,

it’s a routine at this point,

ryul drops onto the couch beside you, close enough that your thigh presses against his instantly,

there’s no weird distance, almost like the bet doesn’t exist,

you glance at him sideways, “thought you were gonna keep your distance,”

he snorts, leaning back like he already owns this things, “why would i?”

“self control,” you remind him lightly,

he turns his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that’s way too slow to be innocent, “i’ve got it baby,”

you hum, “sure,”

he just smirks and reaches over, tugging lightly at the sleeve of the hoodie you’re wearing, his hoodie, “you steal my clothes and then doubt me? crazy,”

“you let me,” you point out,

“yeah,” he shrugs, hand not moving away, fingers still mindlessly playing with the fabric near your wrist, “i’m generous,”

you bite back a smile,

a few minutes pass, but it doesn’t take long before things slip back into your usual routine,

his arm ends up casually slung along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder,

yours rest against his thigh like it’s second nature, outlining the letters on his pants absentmindedly,

every now and then he glances at you, not subtle at all, just quick little looks that linger a second too long before he looks back at the screen,

like he’s checking something,

and you notice, so you shift a little closer,

just enough,

his hand slides from the couch to your shoulder properly this time, thumb brushing back and forth like he’s not even thinking about it,

“you’re very touchy for someone on a ‘break,’” you mumble,

he laughs under his breath, “i got this,”

“oh, we’re bending rules already?”

“not bending,” he says, squeezing your shoulder once before letting his hand drift down your arm, “i can touch you, just not have you,”

you tilt your head, watching him now instead of the tv, “mm, sounds like excuses,”

“sounds like you’re trying to get in my head,” he shoots back,

you smile, “is it working?”

he meets your eyes, completely unfazed,

“not even a little,”

bold, but you like that, so you push just a little,

you lean into him more, resting your head against his shoulder like it’s nothing, your hand shifts on his thigh, fingers pressing slightly before going still again,

he doesn’t react right away, just keeps watching the screen,

but his jaw tightens for a split second,

it’s small and easy to miss.

you don’t say anything, you just stay there, and after a moment, his hand comes up, hooking under your chin, tilting your face toward him,

“you’re trying something right now,” he murmurs,

you raise a brow, “and?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, eyes flicking down to your lips, “and ut’s not subtle,”

“good,” you smile, “i wasn’t trying to be,”

his eyes flicker down to your lips again and then he kisses you,

like he always does; confident, unhurried, like he knows exactly what he’s doing,

no hesitation or second guessing at all,

his hand slides from your chin to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens it just slightly, testing the line without crossing it,

you kiss him back just as easily, but slower, your fingers curl lightly into his shirt, tugging him closer for half a second,

and he lets you, that’s the thing, he leans in and follows, almost like he forgot,

but before you can deepen it more, he stops.

just barely, you actually feel it more than you see it, that small shift, that pause where he pulls himself back without actually pulling away,

his so called ‘discipline’,

you pull back first this time, just enough to look at him,

“..that’s it?” you ask softly, amused,

he exhales a quiet laugh, forehead almost bumping yours, “yeah,”

his hand drops from your face, but instead of moving away, it settles on your waist, as casual as ever,

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he adds, voice low, a little amused,

you raise an eyebrow, “don’t be so cocky,”

“i’m not,”

his grip on your waist tightens just slightly, just enough to say he’s actually so sure of himself,

you lean back into the couch again like nothing happened, but your foot hooks lightly around his ankle this time, like you’re keeping him right there,

“all that big talk,” you say, almost to yourself.

ryul chuckles, shaking his head, but he doesn’t move away,

if anything, he settles in closer and you glance at him, smiling,

“we’ll see how long that confidence lasts,”

he looks at you again, that same cocky expression settling back into place like it never left,

“a month,” he reminds you,

you tilt your head,

“we’re still on day one big guy,”

a week in, group hangouts turn out to be his safe zone, or at least ‘safer’

there’s noise, distractions, people constantly talking over each other,

someone always handing him a drink, pulling him into a conversation, dragging his attention somewhere that isn’t you, and he uses it of course,

he sits across the room instead of next to you for once, stretched out in a chair with one of his friends, laughing at something dumb like everything is normal,

like you aren’t watching him and like he doesn’t keep glancing over anyway,

but you stay where you are, tucked into the couch with the others, talking and laughing, existing just out of reach,

it’s subtle but it works,

“yo,” someone suddenly says, looking between the two of you, “why are you two sitting so far apart?”

you don’t even look up, but you feel the shift in attention,

“yeah,” another voice joins in, almlst amused, “did something happen or what?”

you glance over,

but ryul just leans back in his chair, completely relaxed, like the question doesn’t mean anything,

“nothing happened,” he says, casual, and his eyes flick to you for half a second,

“we’re good,”

you raise a brow slightly, but you don’t say anything,

he just smirks faintly, like that settled it,

but later, when you’re leaving his hand finds your lower back for a second, guiding you past someone in the doorway,

it’s quick and familiar, a tiny bit unnecessary, but just enough for him to ease himself a little

7 days in, your phone starts ringing as soon as you step foot inside your own home,

and of course, it was ryul, asking you to come over,

by the time you get to his place, iyou don’t knock, you never do actually,

you just push the door open and step inside, heels clicking softly against the floor,

“ryu-“

you turn around towards the hallway but he’s already there, like he was waiting,

he rounds the corner from the living room, phone still in his hand, and whatever he was about to say-

just stops?

it’s not subtle this time,

his eyes drag over you slowly, taking in everything; your dress, the way it fits, your hair still done, your makeup just slightly softer now but still there,

and you watch it happen,

the small pause, the shift in his face,

you lean lightly against the door after closing it behind you, “what?”

he huffs a quiet breath, like he’s resetting himself, stepping closer slightly, “you just came from dinner?”

“mm,” you hum,

“dressed like that?”

you tilt your head, “like what,”

“nothing,” he says easily, but his hand is already on your waist, pulling you in just a little,

liar.

you barely get another word out before he leans down and kisses you,

it happens so fast and easily, like he didn’t even think about it,

his hand slides from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer, fingers pressing in like he needs to check if you’re real or something,

your hands come up automatically, resting against his chest,

but he doesn’t keep it light,

he never does, and the kiss lingers longer than it should,

his other hand drifts, slow and natural like he’s not even aware of it, along your side, brushing over the fabric of your dress, then settling at your hip,

it feels familiar, too familiar and for a second, it almost feels like nothing’s changed,

until you pull back just slightly,

his lips follow yours like a magnet,

then stop, and you see it, that small pause where it clicks again,

the bet.

you smile, “missed me?” you murmur,

he lets out a quiet laugh, thumb brushing once against your hip before his hand drops, “you wish,”

you raise a brow,

he just smirks like he didn’t just get caught,

“you look good,” he adds, more casually this time but his eyes give him away,

you hum, stepping past him, “i know,”

you don’t give him time to settle,

you move around his place like always, dropping your bag, fixing your hair in the mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress just slightly,

very aware of him watching but he tries not to make it obvious,

he fails of course,

so he does what he always does when something gets a little too close; he distracts himself,

“i’m getting on,” he mutters after a minute, grabbing his controller and headset,

you glance at him over your shoulder, “already?”

“they’ve been waiting,”

“mm,” you say, turning back toward the hallway, “okay,”

you pause at the bathroom door, then look back at him,

“i’m gonna take a shower,

he nods once, already half focused on his game and you linger a second,

“you can join, you know,”

he freezes for half a second, barely noticeable, before scoffing quietly,

“nah,” he says, not even looking at you now as he puts his headset on, “i’m good,”

you smile to yourself, “your loss,” and then you disappear into the bathroom,

by the time you come back out, the apartment is filled with noise,

his game, his friends talking through the headset, the sound of buttons clicking rapidly under his fingers,

he’s relaxed again or at least pretending to be,

you lean against the wall for a second, watching him, then you walk over,

and without asking you climb onto his lap, it’s natural and easy, like it’s second nature, like you’ve done it a hundred times before, because you have,

he reacts instantly, hands coming up to your waist to steady you as you settle, adjusting slightly so you’re comfortable,

“you don’t-” he starts, but it trails off when you shift, getting properly settled,

you hum softly, leaning back into him, “what?”

he exhales through his nose, but there’s a hint of a smile there as he readjusts his grip on the controller, “nothing,”

his hands don’t move away,

you let it sit for a moment, let him get comfortable again, then you lean your head slightly to the side, giving him access without saying a word,

he notices, a small second passes, two..

then he dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then another, closer to your jaw,

casual but dangerous,

you tilt your head just a little more, your fingers lightly rest over his forearm, tracing nothing in particular,

he keeps playing, keeps pretending this is easy, so you test it,

your lips brush his neck, slow and barely there, but his reaction is instant,

a sharp inhale, almost swallowed down as his grip on your waist tightens before he forces it to relax again,

“don’t start,” he mutters under his breath, eyes still glued to the screen,

you smile faintly against his skin, “i’m not doing anything,”

but you pause, just long enough for him to think you’re done,

then you do it again, slower this time, more intentional,

his head tilts back slightly before he catches himself, jaw tightening as he exhales through his nose,

someone says his name through the headset,

and he answers, barely tho,

you shift on his lap so both your legs are on either side of his, straddling him in his chair,

and this time, he reacts

his hands press into your waist again, fingers tightening as if to keep you still, but they linger there, holding you in place a second too long,

“stop moving,” he mutters, more to himself than you,

you press another kiss just below his ear, softer this time

your kiss along his jaw, back down to his neck, pressing small open mouthed kisses on the exposed skin,

you hum softly, the feeling sending immediate shivers down his spine and as if that’s not doing its job yet, you move your lower body,

the sudden movement of your hips rolling against his was enough,

“fuck-“ he breathes quietly, pulled out of his little gaming bubble,

grabbing a fist full of his hair, you slightly pull his head back, giving you a better angle to his neck,

one of his hands slide down to your ass, pushing you down against himself, and you respond immediately, rolling your hips a couple more times as his grip only tightens slightly,

it doesn’t take long before he leans forward, grabbing his mic,

“hold on,” he says quickly, and then,

click. muted. silence.

and within a second, his attention snaps to you completely,

his other hand immediately slides more firmly against your ass, pulling you closer as he turns his head, catching your lips without hesitation,

this kiss isn’t casual, at all

it’s been building and you feel it, the way he leans into it, the way his grip tightens, the way he forgets for a second,

you kiss him back just enough to keep him there, your hand sliding lightly up his arm,

your mouths are moving in an almost perfect synchronized way, and ryul sighs against your lips, pressing you almost impossible closer, wanting to feel you more and more

his hands roam up and down your sides, slightly lifting up your shirt in the process,

his fingers feel soft yet so warm as it comes in contact with your bare skin, an almost tingling sensation at the little touch of skin to skin after what feels like forever,

tbh you don’t even know how many minutes have passed,

for a moment, it’s like the bet doesn’t exist at all, like he’s already lost and doesn’t care,

but then.. he stops, it’s not as clean this time, there’s not as much control,

he pulls back just slightly, breath uneven, forehead hovering near yours as he exhales,

you can feel how close he was to not stopping, his hands are still on you, still holding you, his fingers pressing into your skin like letting go would be worse,

he mutters something under his breath, shaking his head once, like he’s forcing himself back into place,

it takes a second before he looks at you properly again, his lips still a little red and swollen, his eyes holding that same strong gaze as he always has,

“we’re not doing that,” he says, quieter now, but firm,

you tilt your head, lips still too close, “doing what?”

he lets out a short, breathless laugh, “you know what,”

there’s a small pause, then just a little smug again, trying to take his control back, “nice try tho,”

you smile slowly, because you know he almost didn’t stop,

and when he unmutes his mic, going back to his game like nothing happened,

he holds you close and firm against him, not letting you move, not quite trusting himself tbh,

he’s still holding on, but it’s definitely getting harder..

by the time you end up in his bed, it feels routine like it always does,

you don’t even question it anymore, just slipping under the covers, turning onto your side, back facing him like it’s second nature,

“you take up too much space,” he mutters as he climbs in behind you, voice rough with sleep and something else,

“you have a whole bed,” you mumble back,

“yeah,” he says, shifting closer, “and you’re still in my spot,”

you only chuckle softly,

there’s space between you at first, not much, but enough to say this is different now,

enough to remind both of you about the bet and the distance that should be kept..

it stays like that for a minute.. maybe two,

then you shift, just slightly, your back brushing his chest like it was accidental, but it isn’t,

his reaction is immediate tho,

his arm slides around your waist without hesitation, pulling you back into him until there’s no space left at all, like his body decided before his brain could catch up,

he shifts slightly so your body fits into his like it belongs there,

it’s natural and easy.. but also dangerous,

you stay still for a second, feeling the way his hand settles against your stomach, fingers flexing once like he’s grounding himself,

his breath hits the back of your neck, slow at first but not for long,

you move again, subtle and gentle, your leg shifting back just enough to brush against his,

his grip tightens immediately,

“..go to sleep,” he murmurs, voice low, a little rougher than before,

you hum, like you’re already half asleep,

he lets out a soft breath against your skin, something between a laugh and frustration,

but he doesn’t move away, if anything, he pulls you closer, like he’s giving in to this part, at least

and for someone who said this would be easy,

.. he stays awake a long time

that next day, he insists on coming to your place,

he wasn’t supposed to stay over, but he did and now he’s in your kitchen, watching you like he’s trying to figure something out,

you’re wearing one of his shirts, moving around like he’s not even there, just doing your thing, like this isn’t new,

“you’re staring again,” you say, glancing over your shoulder,

“can you blame me?” he replies, pushing off the wall and walking toward you,

“yes,”

he huffs a quiet laugh, stopping just behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him against you,

“you look like this,” he says, gesturing vaguely, “and you expect me not to?”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t move away, “it’s just a shirt,”

“yeah,” he murmurs, closer now, his hand brushing your hip as he steps in, “my shirt,”

the touch lingers longer than it needs to,

and you turn slightly so you’re face to face, closer than necessary,

and his gaze immediately drops to your lips before coming back up to your eyes,

and before you can react, his lips were on yours,

but compared to the other rather.. intense kisses you shared the last few days, this one is a lot slower,

soft and gentle, less about habit, more about.. something else?

his hand settles at your waist, pulling you in just enough to feel it,

you kiss him back, just as slow and quiet, and for a second, it feels different..

it’s not rushed, there’s no teasing, it’s something softer, something that lingers in a way it hasn’t before,

he pulls back eventually, but not far, his forehead almost rests against yours as he exhales,

“..you ever think we’re making this harder than it needs to be?” he murmurs,

you blink at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he shrugs slightly, like he didn’t just say something that sounds a lot like a question,

“you know, like.. us?” he murmers quietly,

“what do you mean?”

he sighs softly, shaking his head, his hands still on yours waist, “nothing, nvm,”

there’s a pause, then he steps back, like he caught himself,

and just like that.. the moment’s gone,

but not really..

the next time you’re out with friends, it’s louder, more crowded, harder to keep track of where everyone is,

by now, it’s obvious something’s off, not to everyone, maybe.. but enough people notice,

and you definitely do, because ryul isn’t even pretending anymore,

he’s literally everywhere you are,

not in a clingy way, he’d never let it look like that, but every time you pass him, his hand finds you,

your waist, your lower back, your arm,

quick touches, like habits he can’t break, like he’s not even thinking about it anymore,

“bro,” someone laughs at one point, watching him track you across the room, “you good?”

“yeah,” he says automatically,

but he’s not even looking at them, he’s looking at you, again,

you notice, so you make it worse,

you don’t go to him, you just pass by him,

once, twice,

each time just close enough that he can reach you if he wants to, but not letting him do it quite yet,

until eventually,

he does

as you walk past him, his hand catches your wrist mid step, stopping you completely before you can slip past again,

“where do you think you’re going?” he asks, voice low, almost amused, but there’s something tighter underneath now,

you glance down at his hand, then back at him, “i’m getting a drink,”

“mm,” he hums, not letting go, his thumb brushes over your wrist slowly, unnecessarily,

you tilt your head, “you gonna let me?”

he doesn’t answer right away, just looks at you, like really really looks at you,

and then, without breaking eye contact-

his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer until you’re standing right infront of him,

“ryul,” you murmur, but there’s a smile there,

he exhales quietly, like he’s already losing patience, with you, with himself, with this whole thing he himself started,

“stop walking away from me,” he mutters, “i haven’t seen you all night,”

“make me stay, then,”

bad idea,

and you see it happen, the small shift, something in his expression tightens just slightly before he moves,

his hand presses at your waist, guiding you down, until you right onto his lap, straddling him, smooth enough that it doesn’t draw too much attention,

even though you’re in a room full of people, it just looks like another casual moment, except it’s not..

because the second you settle, you feel it, the way his body reacts instantly,

the way he goes still for a second before forcing himself to relax again,

you grin immediately, and his grip on your waist tightens as you push yourself down on his .. not so subtle tent in his pants,

but he doesn’t push you away, he’s just holding you there,

“don’t do that,” he breathes under his breath,

you lean in just slightly, close enough that your voice doesn’t carry,

“thought you had self control,” you smirk,

his jaw tightens, “i do,”

you shift, subtle but not really, just enough to press closer, to make it impossible to ignore,

his fingers dig into your waist for a second before easing, like he’s trying not to react,

and failing..

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he says quietly,

you hum, “and what exactly am i doing?”

he lets out a short breath, head tilting back for a second like he’s trying to reset, but when he looks at you again, it’s different,

it’s less controlled,

“you’re gonna make me lose,” he mutters,

you smile slowly, “sounds like you’re already losing,”

and .. that does it,

his hand comes up to your jaw a second before you even realize what he’s about to do,

not rough, but firm enough that it stills you,

his thumb presses lightly just under your chin, tilting your face up toward him while his other hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer, even closer than before, like he’s already forgetting where you are,

for a split second, he just looks at you, eyes flicking between yours, then dropping, slowly to your lips,

you can feel the small hesitation, not doubt, just that thin line he’s been trying so hard not to cross,

you don’t help, if anything, you lean in just a fraction, barely noticeable,

but that’s all it takes,

he closes the distance in one smooth motion, kissing you like he’s been thinking about it for too long,

his grip tightening at your waist as your lips meet, like he’s grounding himself in it, like he needs to,

you kiss him back just as easily, matching the energy, letting it linger,

until it deepens, almost unconsciously,

his head tilts slightly, his thumb shifting along your jaw as his other hand pulls you closer against him without thinking,

like he forgot, like he actually forgot for a second,

and the dangerous part?

he doesn’t stop right away.

there’s a moment, clear as anything, where he leans into it more, where the kiss slows just enough to feel intentional, to feel like it’s turning into something else,

his grip tightens again, holding you there, keeping you right where he wants you,

and for that second, he’s gone, completely,

you can feel it in the way he doesn’t pull back, in the way he lingers, in the way his control slips just enough to show,

then it hits him all at once, his breath catches slightly against your lips as he pauses, just barely, and you feel the shift before you see it,

he pulls back a fraction, not far, just enough to break it, but his hand doesn’t leave your face, his other one doesn’t leave your waist,

he stays close, forehead nearly touching yours as he exhales quietly, like he’s trying to steady himself,

almost like he’s annoyed at himself.

“..yeah,” he mutters under his breath, almost a laugh, but not really,

his thumb brushes once along your jaw again, slower this time,

then he leans back just enough to look at you properly, something in his expression tighter now, less controlled than he wants it to be,

“you’re actually a problem,” he says quietly, but his hand is still on you, like he hasn’t fully let go yet, like he’s not sure he can,

the room comes back into focus around him, all the voices and laughter,

all the people,

“…shit,” he exhales under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he leans back slightly,

but his other hand stays on your waist, doesn’t move, like letting go would make it even harder for him,

“go get your drink,” he mutters, quieter now, “before i stop you again,”

you slide off his lap slowly, on purpose, and he watches you the entire time,

like it takes everything in him not to pull you back,

his eyes follow your every move for the rest of the night.. and slowly but surely, he can feel himself getting more and more troubled by this whole thing

.. that he started himself

by the time you’re back at his place, it’s late but tonight feels different,

he’s already off, you noticed it the second you walked in, the way his attention sticks to you longer than usual,

the way his hands linger when he touches you, the way he’s just .. not as controlled as he’s been trying to be,

you being you, you push it, obviously, you always do,

and when you eventually disappear into the bathroom, turning the shower on, you don’t think much of it,

until you do,

because not even a minute later the door opens,

you don’t turn around right away because honestly you don’t have to, you can feel his presence and the shift in the air,

“..you’re joking,” you say lightly, glancing over your shoulder,

he’s already stepping inside, his clothes somewhere on the floor, closing the door of the shower behind him like he’s made up his mind,

there was no hesitation or pretending left in his body,

“you said a month,” you add, turning slightly to face him now, arms crossed loosely, “what happened to all that confidence?”

he lets out a quiet breath, dragging a hand through his damp hair, eyes already on you,

“shut up,” he murmers

you raise a brow, that was, what- two weeks? not even?”he huffs a short laugh, stepping closer, “you’re counting?”

“of course i am,” you say sweetly, “i didn’t think you’d fold this fast, though, kinda disappointing,”

he stops right in front of you now, close enough that you have to tilt your head up slightly to look at him,

“disappointing?” he repeats, low,

you just hum, you glance at him, just a little smug, “thought you had self control,”

there’s a pause, then he laughs, quiet and almost disbelieving,

“yeah,” he says, shaking his head slightly, “well, that was before you decided to make it your personal mission to ruin it,”

you smile, “so it’s my fault now?”

“yeah,” he says immediately, stepping even closer, “it is,”

your brows lift, “wow,”

“you show up like that,” he continues, voice lower now, more focused, “keep pushing me every chance you get-“ his hand comes up, settling at your waist again, but this time, there’s no restraint behind it,

“-and i’m supposed to just what? ignore it?”

you tilt your head, teasing still, “you said you could,”

he exhales, a quiet laugh slipping out as his grip tightens slightly, “yeah,” he murmurs, “turns out i can’t,”

he looks at you, then softer;

“not with you,”

that’s the moment it shifts, fully,

because this time he doesn’t stop himself, he doesn’t pull back,

he just leans in, closing the distance like he’s done fighting it,

like he’s done pretending he has any control left at all, and yeah,

he lost,

but at this point?

he doesn’t care anymore

his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer like there’s no space left for second thoughts, like if he lets you go now he might actually regret it,

his forehead brushes yours for a second, breath uneven, a quiet exhale leaving him like something finally snapped into place,

you don’t move and neither does he,

there’s this heavy pause, thick with everything that’s been building for weeks, where neither of you says anything, but it’s all there anyway,

his gaze drops again, slower this time, more deliberate, like he’s not even trying to hide it anymore,

the water hits the both of you as the shower starts to slowly steam up the air more and more,

“so,” you murmur softly, lips barely brushing his, “now what?”

there’s a beat, a small one, but heavy,

his eyes drop to your lips again, slower this time, like he’s not even pretending to look away anymore, then back up,

and something in his expression settles, like he’s deciding,

his thumb presses into your waist just slightly, but almost claiming,

“now?” he repeats quietly,

a faint, almost amused breath leaves him, “now you,”

it’s not teasing anymore or something he’s playing off, it lands differently,

and by the way his hand tightens, the way he pulls you just a little closer again, the way he leans in like there’s no second guessing left,

makes it very clear,

whatever he was holding back before?

he’s done with that,

completely

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muffled footsteps crack through the comfortable silence that had settled in the house. you knew your husband was home, and he knew where exactly to find you.

the door barely clicks shut before he’s already in the bedroom— loosening his tie with one hand, the other finding your waist like it belongs there.

“hi, baby—” you don’t even get to finish as he practically throws himself at you— a soft yelp, you stumble and fall back on the bed with him on top of you.

it’s a routine.

come home, find you, stay in your arms for hours until the sun rises. you thread your fingers through his soft locks and he sighs against your skin, nuzzling further.

“i missed you, angel,” his words are like a feather, whispered against your shoulder. his hands travel under your pyjama shirt.

“you were only gone for—”

“doesn’t matter,” he cuts you off with a slow, needy kiss. “still missed you a lot, love,”

and jake kisses like he worships you.

his lips are soft and careful, attentive enough to not leave a single inch of skin untouched. his warm breath trails down your neck along with his butterfly kisses, ones that soon turn into something more.

in one swift move, your top is discarded on the floor. his lips trace along your collarbone, then sternum, the valley of your breasts— gosh, he can spend his entire life losing himself into you.

“jake...” you sound so beautiful, arching against him, that he crumbles right there. jake is a man, at most, a man in love, and a single look at you can get him undone.

he showers attention to your belly, switching between feathery light ones and wet open mouthed kisses that make you pull onto his hair, drawing out a low groan from him.

“i love it when you say my name,” he’s drowning in you, a kiss planted just above your navel, then lower. he fiddles with the hem of your shorts, and you swear you feel him smile when your breath hitches.

settling between your legs, his lips trace up your thighs, kissing all the way up till the hem of your shorts.

his fingers caress soft circles on your skin while his mouth adores you with gentle yet messy kisses.

“you’re so pretty, my darling,” his eyes meet yours, needy and desperate, hungry. “i want— no— need you,” a nip at your inner thigh, and he shivers at your moan. “— so bad,”

he tugs onto your shorts as if asking for permission, as if you haven’t already given into him.

until, a sharp, unmistakable cry cuts through.

you both pause for a few seconds just to make sure, until you hear it again.

“...no way,” he whispers, low, almost in disbelief. the cries grow louder, and he only sighs. of course, his little girl has incredible timing.

and you let out a quiet chuckle, finding it endearing the way his face buries in your thighs in refusal. “i think she missed you too,”

“she always does this,” he’s whining, trying to get up but his hands are not ready to let go of you so soon. he hears it again, the sound breaking his heart. “i’ll go check on her,”

you laugh at the way he’s slumping, dragging himself to the door. jake is an amazing father, but tonight he wants to be yours and only yours, even if it sounds a little selfish.

he shoots you one last pleading look, lips jutted in a pout. he walks out, then comes back— one last request. “and, love?”

“yes?”

“don’t sleep. wait for me,” and good for him, you weren’t planning to.

from, malenaㅤ what is this ... swear this was better in my head

[sannie-young]

˙⋆✮Obsessed OT8

SKZ fake texts

Pairing: bf!ot8 x reader (separate)

Warnings: language, suggestive, sexual content MDNI

About: The boys are obsessed with their gf

Note: Requested! Bless your heart I loved this🥰

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[heedimples]

kiss me thru the phone | ykh

ʚɞ summary - according to the rest of your friends, you and yoon keeho have always been a little too close to one another. you’ve always brushed it off—but when his accidental text reveals exactly what he’s been doing with all your missing panties, that line between platonic and something else much, much filthier is disappearing fast… ʚɞ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, keeho and reader are best friends, phone sex, mutual masturbation ʚɞ w.c - 5.9k

Keeho let himself in with the key you’d given him months ago, a fact your friends still teased you about. “You gave a boy a key?” they’d shrieked. But it wasn’t like that. It was practical. He was always over anyway, crashing after late-night studio sessions, bringing over takeout when you were swamped with work, or just showing up because, as he claimed, your couch was comfier.

“Yo,” he called out, toeing off his sneakers by the door. He was in gray sweats and a loose white tee, his hair slightly mussed. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. It was a Saturday afternoon.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen, where you were attempting to make coffee. You heard his footsteps, and then his presence was right behind you, warm and solid. His hands landed on your hips, and he peered over your shoulder.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble near your ear. His breath tickled.

“I’m putting grounds in a filter, Keeho. How can I do it wrong?”

“The ratio’s off. You’ll make brown water.” One of his hands slid from your hip to your stomach, pulling you back just an inch against him. He was always touching you, it was just the way he was. A hand on the small of your back to guide you through a door, an arm slung over your shoulders on the couch, a playful slap on your ass when you bent over to get something from the low cabinet. You’d done the same: squeezing his bicep when he flexed after a workout, poking his abs, running a hand through his hair when it looked particularly good. It was just your dynamic. Sure, the two of you were flirtatious with one another, but it was entirely platonic.

Probably.

“Then you make it,” you said, leaning back into him for a second before slipping out of his loose hold. You turned and looked up at him. He was smiling, that lazy, charming smile that made his eyes crinkle.

“I will. Because I’m a good friend.” He set to work, and you hopped up on the counter to watch. This was the routine. He moved around your kitchen with an ease that should have felt invasive but didn’t. You talked about everything and nothing: the stupid meme Theo had sent in the group chat, the new song he was working on, the annoying thing your boss did. The conversation was easy, peppered with his laughter and your own.

He finished the coffee and poured two mugs. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed yours, lingering. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“I know,” you said, holding his gaze for a beat too long before looking down at the mug. Your heart did a weird little stutter.

It’s just Keeho.

Later, he was sprawled on your living room floor, controller in hand, yelling at the game on your TV. You were folded into the corner of the sofa, scrolling on your phone, half-watching him. His sweats rode low on his hips, and the hem of his shirt had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned stomach. You let your eyes trace the line of it before forcing yourself to look at your phone.

A text from him popped up, even though he was right there.

Keeho: u watching me or the game?

You glanced up. He hadn’t turned around, still focused on the screen. You typed back.

You: shut up

You saw his shoulders shake with a silent laugh. He didn’t reply, but a minute later, he lost his character on purpose and tossed the controller aside. He rolled onto his back, looking up at you from the floor. “I’m bored.”

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Your dumbass?” he asked, grinning.

“Ew. In your dreams.” You threw a couch pillow at him. He caught it and hugged it to his chest, still looking at you. His gaze was warm, heavy. It made something in your stomach flutter. You broke the stare, getting up. “I’m gonna go switch the laundry.”

“Thrilling,” he drawled, but he followed you to the small laundry closet in the hallway anyway.

You pulled the damp clothes from the washer and started shoving them into the dryer. As you were loading, you frowned. “...That’s weird.”

“What?”

“My black lace pair. I could have sworn I put them in this load. They were on top of the basket.” You shrugged, tossing in a towel. “Maybe they got tangled in the sheets from last time.”

“Maybe,” Keeho said. His voice was oddly neutral. You glanced at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you. There was a faint pink tinge to the tips of his ears. “You keep track of your panties that closely?”

“No,” you said, perhaps too quickly, the denial sharp. “It’s just… I’ve noticed it a couple times now. They, like—disappear from the basket for a while, then just show up again, clean and folded, a day or two later. I thought I was going crazy. Or that I was just forgetting which loads I’d done.”

As you said it, your mind, now fully engaged on the topic, began to connect dots with a swift, cold clarity. It had happened before. The silky navy blue panties you loved—gone for two days, then reappeared neatly on top of your folded t-shirts. The burgundy lace pair—missing after you’d stripped them off after a date night, then found them sitting in your underwear drawer days later. You’d brushed it off each time, blaming it on an overworked, distracted brain.

But now, standing here with him filling the doorway, it struck you that this only ever seemed to happen after he’d been over. The disappearances coincided with his visits. The reappearances happened when you were alone. A cold, then hot, wave of understanding washed over you. Panties didn’t just—fucking phase in and out of the space-time continuum.

He’d been here yesterday. The black lace pair had been in the basket this morning. Now they weren’t.

“Probably just the laundry gnomes,” he joked, his tone forcibly light as he pushed off the frame. He didn’t meet your eyes, turning to walk back toward the living room. “Happens to the best of us.”

You stared after his retreating back, the strange little itch of suspicion blooming. Your mouth went dry. He wouldn’t. The thought was absurd, embarrassing, a dizzying leap off a cliff of your entire friendship. Keeho? Your best friend? The thought of him—taking them… why? What would he even…?

You finished loading the dryer with mechanical movements, your mind racing. You slammed the door a little too hard, the metallic bang too loud. You leaned your forehead against the warm, vibrating machine, closing your eyes. No. It’s too weird. But the evidence, circumstantial as it was…

You pushed the thought down and tried to forget about it.

The two of you ordered pizza for dinner, and then he left around ten, clapping you on the shoulder. “See you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, leaning in the doorway as he slipped his shoes on. He gave you a little salute and was gone, his smell of his cologne lingering in the entryway.

You cleaned up, the quiet of the apartment settling around you. It always felt a little too big when he wasn’t in it.

It was when you were in bed, scrolling through your phone, when a text notification lit up the screen.

Keeho: yo u awake

You: unfortunately. what’s up?

Keeho: look at these sneakers

A screenshot followed. It was a pair of obscenely expensive, limited-edition sneakers. You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your lips.

You: kyo you do NOT need another pair omg ur closet is a damn shoe store atp

Keeho: but just look at them y/n theyre calling my name

You: theyre calling u a sucker. hard pass

Keeho: so mean. u wound me :(

You waited for the typical follow-up—a joking selfie of him pouting, maybe. The typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. You settled back against your pillows.

Then, a new image loaded.

It wasn’t a selfie.

At least, not in the way you’d expected.

For one dizzying, heart-stopping second, your brain refused to process what you were seeing. The image was dimly lit, taken in Keeho’s bedroom. But the focal point was a pair of black lace panties—your black lace panties, you were sure of it—held between a set of straight, white teeth. Below that, a hand was wrapped around a thick, hard cock, mid-stroke. The phone was angled just enough that you could see the tip, glistening, and you could even see the faint dusting of hair leading down from his navel, the tendons standing out in the forearm you’d touched a hundred times.

It was Keeho.

The image vanished. ‘Keeho deleted a message.’

Your phone buzzed immediately.

Keeho: shit sorry

Keeho: i didnt mean to send that

You stared at the screen. Your palms were slick with sweat. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. The image was burned onto the back of your eyelids. His teeth on your panties. His hand on his cock.

You took a shuddering breath. Your fingers trembled as you typed.

You: its okay dw !! i didnt even see

A lie so blatant your throat felt blocked.

Keeho: thank fuck. that wouldve been so awkward lol

You: lmao yeah

Keeho: anyway. u were right. i probably wont get the sneakers. gn.

You: night :)

You dropped your phone onto the mattress, then lay there in the dark, your entire body buzzing, a deep, rolling heat pooling low in your stomach, spreading up your chest and into your cheeks instead of disgust.

He has my panties.

He was using them.

He was thinking of me.

The thoughts wouldn’t stop. Every touch, every look, every teasing comment over the past few months felt sudden and new. The friendly ass-slaps, the lingering touches, the way he’d nuzzle into your hair when he hugged you hello…

You didn’t sleep much.

The next day, you met up with Lily and Jiung at a noisy ramen place. Keeho was already there, saving a booth, waving you over with his usual, easy-looking grin. He looked perfectly normal.

“Hey, loser,” he said as you slid in next to him, his arm automatically going around the back of the booth behind your shoulders. His fingers stroked the nape of your neck, and you almost whimpered out loud.

“Hey,” you managed, hoping your voice didn’t sound as strained as it felt.

The lunch was a blur. You laughed at the right moments, added your own little anecdotes, but your attention was completely captured by the boy beside you. The heat of his thigh pressed against yours under the table. His knee bumping into yours when he got excited telling a story. Him stealing a piece of your chashu pork with his chopsticks, popping it into his mouth with a wink.

“You two are so gross,” Jiung snorted.

“Yeah,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “Just date already.”

Keeho choked on his water. You froze.

“What? No way,” Keeho said, recovering with a laugh. He nudged you with his elbow. “She’s, like, my best friend, dude.”

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a laugh that sounded tinny to your own ears. “Disgusting.”

But when his leg pressed more firmly against yours under the table, you didn’t move away. You were hyper-aware of every glance, every casual touch. When he leaned over to look at something on your phone, his cheek almost brushing yours, you could smell his cologne again. It made your head swim.

He was stroking himself to the thought of you last night.

He drove you home afterward, the car filled with the low beat of his playlist. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was thick and charged. You stared out the window, your mind replaying the image from last night on a loop.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft. “You’ve gone so quiet.”

“Just tired,” you said, glancing at him. His profile was sharp in the afternoon light. “Long week.”

“Yeah,” he said. He reached over and turned the music down a fraction. His hand lingered near the volume knob. “Listen, about last night…”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “What about it?”

“Just—sorry if I was weird. Sending random shit. You know me.” He gave you a sidelong smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a nervous edge to it.

“It’s fine, Kyo. Really.” You looked back out the window. “I told you, I didn’t see anything.”

A beat of silence.

“Right,” he said quietly. “Of course.”

He pulled up to your apartment building. “See you later?”

“Yeah. Thanks for the ride.”

You got out, and he drove off. You stood on the curb for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. The air felt too still.

The next two weeks were torture.

It began with the touches. They were the same as they’d always been, weren’t they? But now, everything felt completely different. He came over on Tuesday, complaining about a sore shoulder from the gym.

“Here,” he’d said, flopping face-down on your living room rug. “Work your magic.”

You’d kneeled beside him, your hands on the firm muscle of his shoulder through his thin t-shirt. You’d done this a dozen times before. But now, your thumbs pressing into the knots, you were acutely aware of the heat of his skin, the way his breath hitched when you found a tight spot. Your fingers drifted lower, skimming the ridge of his spine. He let out a low, contented groan.

“Lower,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the carpet.

Your heart stuttered. “Keeho…”

“My lower back is killing me, you prude.” He turned his head to the side, one eye peeking open, a lazy grin on his face. “Unless you’re scared.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled back intelligently, your voice tighter than you intended. You placed your palms flat against the small of his back, right where his sweats sat low. You could feel the defined muscles flexing under your touch. You kneaded there, trying to be clinical, but your mind was a traitorous thing, flashing the image of his hand in that same general area, but lower, gripping himself. You pulled your hands away immediately.

“All better,” you announced, too brightly.

He rolled over, looking up at you with those dark, knowing eyes. “Thanks, doc.” He sat up, his face suddenly close to yours. “You’re all flushed. That hard work for you?”

You swatted his arm and scrambled to your feet, muttering about getting water.

The following Saturday, you went to a packed, noisy bar. You were squeezed into a circular booth, Keeho’s entire side pressed firmly against yours from shoulder to thigh. The music was loud, forcing you to lean in to hear each other, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. Each time he spoke, his warm breath sent a shiver down your neck that had nothing to do with the volume of the bass. When you got up to go to the bathroom, his hand landed on the back of your thigh to help you slide out of the booth, and you felt your knees go a little weak.

You were going crazy. You’d catch yourself staring at his mouth, wondering what it would feel on yours. You’d watch his hands as he did something utterly mundane, and your stomach would clench. You replayed every interaction from the past year, searching for signs you’d missed. Was it ever even platonic?

One evening, he came over after his studio session and collapsed onto your sofa, his head in your lap without asking.

“My brain is mush,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

Your fingers automatically went to his hair, carding through the soft dyed-blond strands. You traced the shell of his ear, the line of his jaw. He nuzzled his face against your thigh, his nose pressing into the soft cotton of your sweats.

“You’re the best,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“I know,” you whispered.

He was asleep in minutes, his breathing deep and even, and you sat there in the dim light of the TV, your hand still in his hair, and let yourself want. You wanted him to wake up and look at you. You wanted him to admit it. You wanted to know what had happened in that deleted photo.

But the breaking point, as it turned out, was a mundane Tuesday movie night at Shota’s cramped, perpetually messy apartment. His couch was a deceptively small loveseat that could comfortably fit two and uncomfortably fit three. With seven of you there, it was a logistical nightmare.

“Okay, floor for the losers,” Shota declared, already claiming the prime spot in the center of the sofa. Jongseob, Theo, Jiung and Intak immediately flopped onto the large floor cushions, leaving the remaining couch space.

You moved to join them on the floor, but a warm hand closed around your wrist.

“Where you going?” Keeho’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the opening credits of the movie. He was already sitting on the far end of the couch, his long legs stretched out. He tugged gently. “There’s space.”

“There’s really not,” you whispered back, your skin burning where his fingers circled your wrist.

He just grinned and pulled harder. “Sure there is. C’mon.”

Before you could protest further, he guided you down—not onto the sliver of space beside him, but directly onto his lap. You yelped softly, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you settled sideways across his thighs. “Keeho!”

“Shhh,” he shushed, his arm snaking around your waist to anchor you firmly in place. His other hand came to rest casually on your outer thigh. “It’ll just be more cramped down there. This is more efficient.”

Theo side-eyed the both of you. “You two are so weird.”

You were frozen. The solid muscle of his thighs was beneath you. His arms were around your middle, his hand splayed possessively on your hip. His thumb began to move, a slow, absent-minded stroking motion against the thin fabric of your jeans, right on the sensitive dip of your waist. The movie started, the room dimming further, but you couldn’t have told anyone what it was about. Your entire focus had narrowed to Keeho and the teasing movements of his hands.

At first, it was subtle. His thumb tracing the seam of your jeans at your hip. His fingers flexing, pressing you more securely against him. You tried to relax, to pretend this was normal, just Keeho being Keeho. But then his hand on your thigh shifted. His fingertips began to draw lazy patterns on the denim, moving from the outside of your thigh inward, creeping higher with each pass.

You held your breath.

His touch was driving you crazy. It skirted the edge of your inner thigh, a hair’s breadth from where the denim grew taut between your legs. Each near-miss sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the hard line of his own arousal pressed against your outer thigh, undeniable and firm through two layers of clothing. The knowledge of it, the proof of his desire mirrored in the tight ache blooming low in your own stomach, was almost too much to bear.

You squirmed, trying to adjust your position, to relieve the sudden, desperate pressure. The movement made you rub against him, and you felt him stiffen further, heard the sharp, quiet intake of breath near your ear. His arm tightened around your waist.

“Be still,” he murmured, his lips so close to your ear that you felt the whisper of his breath more than heard the words.

A tremor ran through you. You obeyed, going rigid in his lap. But his hand didn’t stop. It grew bolder. His palm flattened on your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing gently, a slow, rhythmic pressure that was somehow more intimate than any overt caress. His other hand, the one splayed on your hip, slipped under the hem of your sweater, his warm, calloused fingertips finding the bare skin of your stomach.

You gasped, the sound lost in a burst of movie soundtrack.

His touch was fire on your skin. His fingers stroked up your side, tracing the lower curve of your ribcage, his thumb brushing perilously close to the underwire of your bra. You were melting, a boneless, trembling mess held together only by the cage of his arms. Every rational thought screamed that your friends were right there, just feet away, oblivious. But you couldn’t resist playing this game.

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, surrendering, and felt the vibration of his hum of approval against your back. His nose nuzzled into the space behind your ear, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, you felt the wet heat of his tongue trace the shell of your ear.

You jerked, a full-body shiver wracking you.

On screen, a car chase exploded in a cacophony of noise. Intak laughed at something. In the cocoon of Keeho’s lap, his hand on your thigh inched higher, his fingers now applying a firm, circular pressure right at the junction of your thigh and hip, a direct line to the throbbing ache between your legs. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your own hands gripping his forearms for balance, for something to ground you.

He was driving you insane. And he knew it. Every breath he took, every subtle shift of his hips to press himself more firmly against you. You were panting softly, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you were certain he could feel it. The thin fabric of your clothes felt like an agonizing barrier. You wanted his hands everywhere. You wanted to turn in his lap and crush your mouth to his. You wanted to know if the reality of him felt as good as the fantasy that had haunted you since that deleted photo.

The movie’s climax came and went. The credits began to roll, the room brightening slightly with the white text on the dark screen.

“That was so mid,” Jongseob complained, stretching.

Keeho’s hands stilled. But they didn’t move away. He held you there as your friends started to get up and gather their things. His breathing was ragged against your neck.

“You good?” he asked softly, his voice rough.

You couldn’t speak. You just nodded, your head still resting on his shoulder.

It was only when Shota flicked the main lights on that Keeho’s arms loosened. He let you slide off his lap, his hands lingering on your waist until you were steady on your feet. You avoided looking at him, your face flaming. You couldn’t look at any of them. You mumbled a quick goodbye, grabbed your jacket, and practically fled the apartment.

You barely remembered the drive home. The night air did nothing to cool the fever in your blood. You replayed every second in his lap, every clandestine touch, every whispered breath. It was too much.

You needed to tip the scales.

As soon as you were home, a idea, reckless and terrifying, took full hold. You went to your room, your pulse fluttering in your throat. You sat on your bed, your MacBook open. You opened Photo Booth. The screen showed your reflection, eyes wide, lips parted just so. You adjusted the laptop, angling it on your desk, then leaned back on your elbow, arching your spine just so. You’d changed into a low-cut, soft cotton top, and you pulled the neckline down an inch, letting the swell of your cleavage become more pronounced. You stuck your ass out, the curve of it evident in your thin sleep shorts. You looked directly into the camera, and clicked the shutter.

The picture was perfect. It looked candid, like you’d been caught in a private moment. Your skin was bathed in the warm glow of your desk lamp, your eyes dark.

Your heart was a wild thing in your chest as you picked up your phone and took a picture of the image to send in a text to Keeho. You typed the words.

You: oops mb haha. it was an accident lol

You hit send, then immediately deleted it from the chat, the little ‘you deleted a message’ notification popping up.

You waited, every muscle tense.

The typing bubbles appeared. They stayed there for a full minute. Then, a new message.

Keeho: i saw that

Three words. That was all. But they carried a universe of meaning. You bit your lip.

You: yeah?

Keeho: yeah. u should be more careful

You: or what?

The pause this time was agonizing. You held your breath.

Keeho: or u might give a guy the wrong idea.

You: wdym

Keeho: you know what i mean. that wasnt an accident

The directness punched the air from your lungs. You curled your fingers into your comforter.

You: was yours?

His reply was almost instantaneous.

Keeho: mine was 100% an accident. you just wanna fuck w me

A soft whimper escaped you. You were playing with fire, and every nerve ending was singing with the heat.

You: frustrated?

Keeho: yeah. bc the pic is gone. and ur over there. and im over here.

You: what would you do if you were here?

The bubbles came and went. You imagined him deciding how far to go.

Keeho: i’d start with that neck. you have no idea what it does to me when you tilt ur head like that. i’d kiss right there. under ur jaw. i wanted to so badly today

You read the words, and your skin tingled where he described. You could almost feel the phantom press of his lips.

You: yeah?

Keeho: yeah. then i’d move to that top. i’d pull it down slowly. just enough. put my mouth on you. right where the lace of ur bra starts. i’d taste ur skin.

You were breathing faster now. You shifted on the bed, your thighs pressing together.

You: kyo

Keeho: what? you asked.

You: i know. keep going

There was another pause. Then, a new message, simpler.

Keeho: call me

Your thumb hovered over his contact. This was the point of no return. This was your best friend. The boy who stole your fries and laughed at your dumb jokes. And he wanted to—

You tapped the call button.

It rang once. Twice.

He picked up. You heard the soft rustle of fabric, a quiet, steady breath. No greeting.

“Hi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Hey.” His voice was different. Lower, rougher around the edges. “So you’re gonna kill me, is that the plan?”

“Maybe.” You could hear the smile in your own voice.

“You’re in bed.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.”

“What are you wearing?”

“The top from the picture. And shorts.”

He let out a slow breath. “Fuck. Okay. Are you comfortable?”

You cleared your throat. “I could be more comfortable.”

“Yeah? How?”

You almost hesitated, but the heat in between your legs overrode the fear. “My hand is on my stomach,” you murmured, doing just that. The cotton of your top was soft under your palm. “But it’s—it’s kind of hot in here.”

“Take it off,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

Your fingers trembled as you pulled the soft fabric up and over your head, tossing it aside. The cooler air of your room kissed your skin. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” The praise, delivered in that low, intimate tone, sent a shiver straight to your core. “Now, the shorts. Take them off slow for me.”

You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts and slid them down your legs. The sound of the fabric rustling seemed impossibly loud over the line. You kicked them off the bed.

“Done,” you breathed.

“Are you touching yourself yet?”

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

“You should.” His words were teasing. “I am. Can’t get that picture out of my head. Fuck, Y/N.”

You heard a soft, slick sound from his end. Your eyes fluttered closed. You let your hand drift down your stomach, over the plane of your hip, and then lower. Your own fingers brushed through soft hair.

“Tell me,” you whispered.

“I’m thinking about that spot on your neck,” he said, his voice a little strained. “Under your jaw. I’d kiss there, yeah. Then I’d work my way down. Your collarbone. Use my teeth a little. But I’d take my time with your pretty tits, baby. I’d use my mouth on you until you were squirming.”

You gasped as your fingers finally made contact with your clit.

“You like that?” he asked, hearing your breath catch.

“Hn—yeah…”

“Yeah? What are you doing right now?”

“I’m… touching myself. Just a little.”

“Good. Keep going. Just like that.” He groaned softly, and you heard the unmistakable sound of his hand moving over his cock. It was wet, deliberate. “I wish it was my hand. I wish I was there to see your face. Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“For me?”

The possessiveness in his question made your stomach clench. “Yes. For you.”

“Fuck, that’s good. That’s so good.” He let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Been thinking about you for ages.”

“The panties,” you breathed, your fingers moving a little faster. “You—did you take them?”

The sound on his end stopped for a second. “Yeah. I did.” His voice was thick with shame and arousal. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out, then— “Fuck it, I’m not sorry. I’d see them in your basket and I just—I had to have them. I’d take them home. I’d… use them. And—hah—then I’d wash them and bring them back the next time I came over, slip them into a clean load so you wouldn’t notice.” He swore under his breath, and the noises on his end got wetter. “Fucking pathetic, right?”

He was right. The image was depraved—but it turned you on beyond belief. “Which ones?” you managed to ask.

“The black lace. The red satin ones. The light blue cotton pair with the little bows.” He listed them off like a prayer. “My favorite is the black lace. I can smell you on them right—ngh—now, it’s driving me crazy.”

A moan tore from your throat. “Keeho…”

“Yeah?” he prompted. You heard the slick, deliberate sound of his hand moving again, faster. “Do you like that? Knowing I’ve been jerking off to the smell of you for months? That I’ve had my mouth on your panties while I pictured you just like this, all spread out and desperate in your bed?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, the word barely audible. Your hips lifted off the mattress.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he commanded, but it was a playful command, a coaxing one. “Talk to me. I wanna hear it. I’m over here fucking my fist and thinking about your pussy. The least you can do is narrate, baby.”

“I’m—rubbing my clit,” you breathed, your voice shaking. “It’s so—hngh—sensitive. And—um, I’m thinking about your mouth.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound strained. “I’d start right there, you know. Right on that little bud. I’d use my tongue, nice and slow at first, just to feel you jump. Then I’d suck. Just a little. You’d grab my hair, probably. You’d try to pull me closer, grind your pussy right against my face.”

Your hand finally slid down, two fingers slipping inside yourself with a soft, wet sound—a slick, squelching slurp that echoed through the quiet room, your arousal coating them instantly as you pumped in and out, the obscene rhythm growing louder with each thrust, your pussy so drenched it dripped around your knuckles.

“Shit, is that you?” he asked, his breath catching. “You fucking yourself now? For me?”

“For you,” you panted. “’m so wet, Keeho.”

“God, I wish I could taste it.” His voice was full of ragged want. “I’d make you come on my tongue first. I wouldn’t let you up for air until you did. You’d be shaking, and I’d just keep going, just to feel you clench around nothing. Then, when you were all soft and boneless, that’s when I’d slide into you.”

Thinking about it was pushing you to the brink. Your movements became frantic, your breathing shallow gasps. You were so close, a tight, bright coil of pleasure winding impossibly tight.

“I’m close,” you choked out. “Keeho, I’m so close.”

“Don’t stop,” he panted. “I’m right there with you, baby. Keep—hah—thinking about it. Think about me filling you up. Think about how fucking big I am, how you’d have to stretch to take me. Think about me holding your hips down and just—fuck—pounding into you, right in that sweet spot, over and over until you scream.”

“Oh—fu—”

It was enough to make your orgasm crash over you, your pussy clamping down hard on your fingers like a vice, waves of heat pulsing through your core. You cried out, a high moan spilling from your lips, your body arching off the bed as you rode the peak, slick sounds turning frantic and sloppy. Over the phone, Keeho's breath hitched sharply, turning into a groan, his strokes audible in the wet slap of his fist on his cock, faster now, desperate. He came with a shuddering gasp,

“Shit—baby,” his voice fracturing into heavy pants and low, rumbling hums as ropes of cum spilled over his hand, his hips bucking into the air. You could hear every hard inhale, every strained exhale.

“Well.” his voice broke the silence first, his tone returning to its familiar, teasing lilt, though it was still rough around the edges. “That was… definitely something”

A weak, breathless laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

“You good?” he asked, and your heart squeezed.

“Yeah. I’m… good. Really good.” You were. Your body felt liquid and warm, humming with satisfaction. “You?”

“I’m fantastic. I’m also kinda freaking out, not gonna lie.” He let out a short, nervous chuckle. “Are—are you sure you’re not… mad? Or weirded out? About the panties thing? And, like, all of it?”

You thought about it for a second. The initial shock had melted away, replaced by this deep, spreading warmth. “No,” you said softly, with more certainty than you felt a minute ago. “I’m not mad. I’m—I don’t know, I’m feeling a lot of things right now. But definitely not mad.”

“Thank fuck.” The relief in his voice was palpable. “Because I think I might be in love with you? It’s, like, a whole thing I need to unpack, but the short version is I’m really, really into you. Like, ‘steal your underwear and jerk off to your pictures’ into you. Which, now that I say it out loud, sounds super creepy. Sorry.”

You smiled into the dark, muffling a giggle in your pillow. “It’s okay. I basically sent you a picture of my tits on purpose, so I think we might be sort of even on the creep scale.”

His laugh filled your ear, and it was the most normal, wonderful sound. “That’s true.” He paused. “Good. Alright, then.”

“Alright.”

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Go to sleep.”

“Mhm.”

“Dream of me.” And then, because it was just the most Keeho thing to do, he added, “Preferably of me going down on you, because I have some new ideas after hearing you come.”

“Goodnight, Keeho.”

“Night, baby.”

for my ari @ewstain whom I adore i hope u like it and pls dont shoot me for posting when ur asleep ok ily

© 2026 heedimples. this work belongs to @heedimples. do not repost, modify, translate or plagiarize it in any way on any platforms.

[heesngirl]

✦ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : L.HS · 崇高な破滅。

⎯⎯ sweet husband! Hee - cold wife! reader : oral sex, worship, overstimulation, creampie, loving dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, gentle dominance, pinning, mdni.

"There is a terrifying nectar in this surrender. It is the elegance of a falling star, beautiful because it is burning, divine because it cannot be undone. I did not choose to love you; I simply realized, with a quiet shiver, that I had already belonged to you for a thousand years".

The warm water laps gently against your skin as you sink deeper into the tub, the steam rising in lazy curls around you. Your arms drape over the curved edge, elbows bent, and you rest your head on them, letting the tension of the day melt away. But it's not just the bath soothing you, it's him. Heeseung sits in the chair pulled close beside the tub, his presence a quiet anchor in the softly lit bathroom. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the lean muscles of his forearms, and his dress pants hug his thighs just right. The glasses perched on his nose catch the faint glow from the overhead light, making him look almost ethereal, like something out of a dream you didn't know you were having.

He's reading to you from that worn paperback, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur that weaves through the air like silk. Each word he speaks pulls you in deeper, his tone smooth and unhurried, wrapping around your senses. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, admiring the way his lips move, the subtle shift of his jaw, the way his fingers hold the pages with such care. He's perfect like this; your sweet husband, utterly devoted, reading just to make your evening better.

The thought bubbles up unbidden, warm and insistent, and before you can stop it, the words slip out. "My man is so gorgeous."

He paused mid-sentence, a small smirk playing on his lips at your sudden whisper, the rhythm of his voice breaking like a skipped heartbeat. He glanced up from the book to meet your gaze, his eyes sparkling with warmth behind the glasses. For a moment, he just stares, the surprise softening into something warmer, deeper. He set the book down gently on the table beside him.

"You're quite biased tonight, my love”. His smile blooms across his features, broad and genuine, lighting up his eyes behind those glasses. It's the kind of smile that makes your chest tighten, all affection and quiet joy.

Heat floods your cheeks, you hadn't meant to say it aloud, not like that. The vulnerability hits you hard, your honesty laid bare, and you see the effect it has on him, the way his gaze lingers, intense and tender. You duck your head, burying your blushing face against your arms, the porcelain cool against your skin. A nervous giggle escapes you, light and shaky.

"Hey ~ what's with that haughty attitude?” you murmur, peeking up at him through your lashes, trying to play it off even as your heart races.

"Haughty? Me? The man whose wife just called him gorgeous?” he doesn't stop smiling, teasing you a little. His hand reaches out, fingers gentle as they cup your chin. He tilts your head up, coaxing you to meet his eyes, his touch warm and steady against your damp skin. Heeseung's eyes hold yours, dark and full of that quiet intensity that always makes your heart flustered.

Without a word, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. His lips brush your damp forehead first, soft and reverent, lingering there as if savoring the faint scent of lavender from your bath. Then he trails downward, feather-light kisses along the bridge of your nose, each one sending a shiver through you despite the heat of the water. When he reaches your lips, he doesn't rush, he presses in deeply, his mouth claiming yours in a slow, lingering kiss that tastes of devotion and unspoken promises.

You melt into it, returning the pressure with equal fervor, your lips parting to let him in, tongues brushing in a dance that's tender yet charged with the sweetness of the moment. It's unlike your usual reserve tonight, this open affection, but you push the thought aside, not wanting to shatter the fragile warmth between you.

When he finally pulls back, his flirtatious smile curves his lips, eyes gleaming with playful mischief behind his glasses. “Did you really mean that?” he whispers, his voice low and teasing. “Do you find me as gorgeous as you said?”

Heat surges back into your cheeks, and you decide to deflect, playing it light. “Hmm~ Maybe…' you say with a feigned innocence, your gaze darting away to the steam rising from the water. “I don't even remember what I said earlier.” But Heeseung isn't letting you off that easily. His fingers firm up gently on your chin, turning your face back to his.

“Don't play with your husband's heart, Mrs. Lee,” he says, his tone a mix of mock sternness and genuine warmth, his thumb stroking your jawline. “Not when I'm melting just seeing you like this, so open, so wonderful, and sweet.”

The words hit you square in the chest, vulnerability twisting with affection, and before you can overthink it, you reach out. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer despite the edge of the tub, water sloshing softly. You initiate this time, capturing his lips in a kiss that's hungry yet sweet, pouring all the honesty you feel into it. Heeseung responds instantly, his arms encircling your shoulders, drawing you as near as the porcelain allows. His hands slide against your wet skin, the warmth of his palms contrasting the cooling droplets that cling to you, and the subtle floral essence of your bath mingles with his clean, masculine scent, wrapping around you both like an intimate haze.

As the kiss breaks, you rest your forehead against his, breaths mingling. “I mean it…” you whisper, voice steady now. “Every word. My husband is absolutely gorgeous, and I love him so much.”

“I love you too, so much” he replies right away, his voice rough with emotion, “Even more than that. I'm absolutely obsessed with you.” Then he's kissing you again, this time with a passion that ignites the air between you, deeper, more insistent, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that makes your toes curl in the water.

You surrender to it, letting the sensations wash over you : the firm press of his mouth, the way his tongue explores with tender urgency. His hands begin to roam, sliding down your bare shoulders, tracing the curve of your arms before dipping lower, fingers grazing the swell of your breasts just above the waterline, then skimming your sides, igniting sparks wherever they touch. The caresses are unhurried, reverent, mapping your naked form with a possessiveness that's all love. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw, then down to the sensitive column of your neck, nipping softly at the pulse point there.

“You're so beautiful,” he breathes against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. “You fascinate me… every part of you, every glance, every touch. There's nothing I don't love about you.” His words weave into the kisses, each one punctuated by the warmth of his mouth, the faint suckle that leaves your skin tingling, while his hands continue their exploration; one cupping your breast fully now, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens under his attention, the other splaying across your thigh beneath the water, squeezing gently.

The intimacy builds, a slow burn that has your body arching toward him instinctively. “Heeseung…” you murmur, your voice breathy, fingers threading through his hair. “Can we... make love?”

His breath catches sharply against your neck, a hitch that betrays his surprise. It's the first time you've asked so directly, so freely, and you feel the shift in him : the way his body tenses with delight. He pulls back just enough to search your eyes, his own wide and filled with wonder. “Is that what you want?” he asks, voice husky, and you nodded in response. “Then yes, absolutely.” A pause, his gaze flicking to the tub. “Right here?”

You shake your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “I'd rather go to bed.”

Without hesitation, he stands, water dripping from your arms onto the floor as he reaches for you. His hands slide under your body, one supporting your back, the other beneath your thighs, and he lifts you effortlessly from the tub, your wet form cradled against his chest. The cool air hits your skin, raising goosebumps, but his warmth chases them away. He grabs a plush towel from the rack, wrapping it around you with care, tucking it securely before scooping you up bridal-style again, your arms looping around his neck.

As he carries you down the dimly lit hallway toward the bedroom, his steps steady and sure, you lean in, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the faint trace of his cologne.

“You turn me on more than you imagine,” you whisper between kisses, your lips brushing the spot just below his ear. “More than I let on at first glance. I really like you… like a lot.” Your words are murmured against him, intimate confessions that make his hold tighten, his breath quickening as he nudges the bedroom door shut with his foot, the soft click echoing in the quiet space as he carries you toward the king-sized bed.

The room is bathed in the warm glow of bedside lamps, casting golden shadows that dance across the walls. Gently, he lowers you onto the mattress, the fabric cool against your towel-wrapped form. His hands linger at the edges of the towel, and with deliberate care, he unfolds it, peeling it away to reveal your naked body. Water droplets still cling to your skin, glistening like tiny jewels under the light, and he pauses, his gaze sweeping over you, tracing the curve of your shoulders, the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, down to the flare of your hips and the soft mound between your thighs. Every inch draws his attention, his eyes darkening with reverence and hunger, drinking you in as if committing you to memory.

He leans over you then, bracing one hand beside your head, his body hovering close enough that you feel the heat radiating from him. His lips find yours in a deep kiss, slow and reassuring, his tongue slipping past to tangle with yours.

“I want to take my time with you,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with promise. “To worship you properly, like you deserve.” And he means it. Starting at your collarbone, he presses open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his tongue darting out to lap at the lingering droplets, tasting the faint warmth and soap. His hands follow, fingers splaying across your ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before cupping them fully, kneading with precise pressure that makes your nipples harden into tight peaks under his palms.

He works his way lower, lips trailing fire down your sternum, nipping lightly at the soft flesh there, leaving faint red marks that bloom like secrets. A hickey forms just above your breast as he sucks gently but firmly, his teeth grazing enough to send a sharp jolt straight to your core. His fingerprints press into your hips as he shifts, marking you with the evidence of his touch, subtle bruises that promise possession wrapped in tenderness. You arch into him, a soft moan escaping as his mouth reaches your stomach, tongue swirling around your navel before dipping lower still.

“You're so good to me ~” you breathe, fingers weaving into his hair, holding him close as waves of sensation build. He lifts his head briefly, eyes locking onto yours with that intense gaze.

“You deserve this, every kiss, every touch, every bit of me worshipping you.” His words vibrate against your skin as he settles between your legs, parting your thighs with strong hands. He doesn't tease; he dives in with devotion. His mouth covers your pussy in a firm, hungry kiss, lips sealing over your slick folds. His tongue flattens against you, dragging broad, wet strokes from your dripping entrance all the way up to your swollen clit, savoring the taste of your arousal, tangy, sweet, and utterly addictive.

He groans deeply into your cunt, the low rumble vibrating straight through your core as he laps at your leaking juices, tongue swirling slow, deliberate circles around your throbbing nub before sucking it between his lips. One hand slides up your thigh, thick fingers parting your puffy outer lips wider so his tongue can delve deeper. He pushes the slick muscle inside you, thrusting in and out in wet, obscene mimicry of fucking, fucking you with his tongue while his nose grinds against your clit.

Then he adds two fingers, sliding them into your soaked hole with a wet squelch, curling them firmly against that spongy, sensitive spot on your front wall. His mouth focuses entirely on your clit now, sucking it rhythmically, harder and faster, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pump in and out, stroking that perfect spot with every thrust.

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your belly. Your hips buck wildly against his face, but his free hand pins you down firmly to the bed, holding you in place as he devours you relentlessly. Your cries grow louder, sharper, until the orgasm crashes over you like a breaking wave, intense, shattering, your walls clenching and fluttering violently around his thrusting fingers while a hot gush of your juices floods his mouth and chin. He doesn’t stop, groaning hungrily as he licks you through every pulsing aftershock, soft, soothing passes of his tongue gentling you down while you tremble and whimper beneath him.

Finally, he pulls back, lips and chin shiny and glistening with your slick, a satisfied, almost feral smile curving them as he rises to his knees. Under your watchful eyes, he begins to undress. His shirt goes first, buttons undone slowly, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail of hair leading down his abdomen. He shrugs it off, then stands, unbuckling his belt with a quiet metallic clink.

The leather whispers as it slides free. Pants and boxers pool at his feet in one motion, and his cock springs free, heavy, thick, and rock-hard, curving slightly upward toward his stomach. The veined shaft throbs visibly, the flushed head already slick and beaded with precum that drips in a thin string toward the sheets. You watch every second of it, anticipation thrumming through your veins.

Naked now, he looms over you again, muscles shifting under his skin as he crawls back onto the bed. Something has shifted in you, and he sees it in the way your arms reach for him, wrapping around his torso to pull him down. Your kiss isn’t soft this time; it’s desperate, raw, scorching. Lips crash together, tongues battling in a slick, heated slide that leaves you both gasping. In the midst of it, your hand snakes between your bodies, fingers wrapping tightly around his thick cock. You stroke him with deliberate, firm pulls from the base all the way to the swollen head, feeling him throb hot and heavy in your grip, the silky skin sliding over steel as more precum leaks over your knuckles with every upward twist of your wrist.

Your hand moves with eager devotion, stroking his thick cock from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The silky skin slides hot and heavy over the rigid shaft, your thumb occasionally sweeping over the swollen, leaking head to spread the slick precum down his length. “God, you’re so big,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes fixed on the way your fingers barely wrap around his girth. “So thick… and handsome. Every part of you is perfect.”

Heeseung’s breath hitches, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you. You tighten your grip slightly, twisting your wrist on the upstroke the way you think he’ll like, pumping him steadily while your other hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath your palm.

“Does it feel good like this?” you ask softly, a little shy but determined to please him. “Tell me how you want it… I want to make you feel amazing.”

Heeseung’s eyes darken with heat and affection. He reaches down, wrapping his larger hand around yours, guiding your grip and rhythm. “A little tighter here,” he murmurs, voice rough, showing you exactly how to squeeze the base before sliding up with more pressure. “And slower on the head… fuck, yes! just like that.” He keeps his hand over yours for a few strokes, teaching you the precise pace and firmness that makes his cock twitch and leak even more in your palm.

You follow his instructions perfectly, adjusting your hold until his hips jerk forward involuntarily and a deep, guttural moan escapes him. “That’s it, baby,” he praises, voice warm and thick with pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me… such a good girl with your pretty hand around my cock.”

Encouraged, you keep the rhythm he showed you, but Heeseung leans down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks hungrily, tongue swirling around the stiff peak before gently biting down, sending sparks straight to your core. His other hand palms your neglected breast, thumb flicking over the sensitive bud as he lavishes attention on your chest, alternating between soft licks and firmer suction that leaves your nipples glistening and aching.

You’re lost in the dual sensation, your hand working his throbbing cock while his mouth devours your breasts, when your arm starts to burn with fatigue. Embarrassed, you pause mid-stroke, cheeks flushing hot.

“Babe… my hand is getting tired,” you admit quietly, voice small in a way that feels foreign to you.

Heeseung lifts his head from your chest, eyes meeting yours. For a moment he just looks at you, soft, delighted, almost awed because this vulnerable, open version of you is so different from the usual guarded one he’s used to. A tender smile curves his lips. He leans in and kisses you gently, slow and reassuring, tasting the embarrassment on your tongue until it melts away.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he whispers against your mouth, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve already made me feel incredible tonight. Let me take care of the rest now.”

You nod, heart swelling at his gentleness. He takes your hand, the one that had been stroking him, and brings it to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles one by one. Then, with one large hand, he gathers both of your wrists and pins them gently but securely above your head against the pillow. His other hand wraps around his cock, thick and still glistening from your strokes, as he aligns the blunt, leaking head with your soaked entrance.

He doesn’t rush. He rubs the swollen tip up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal, teasing your clit with the head until you’re whimpering. Then, eyes locked on yours, he slowly pushes inside.

The stretch is exquisite; thick, hot, and overwhelming. Inch by inch he sinks into your tight, fluttering cunt, your walls parting around his girth with wet, obscene sounds. A broken moan escapes you as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, the slight upward curve pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot deep within.

Heeseung stays there for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he groans, voice strained with restraint. “So warm… so tight around me. Like you were made for me.”

Then he starts to move with slow, deep rolls of his hips that drag his cock almost all the way out before sliding back in, every thrust deliberate and loving. His free hand caresses your body endlessly: stroking your side, cupping your breast, thumb brushing your cheek as he kisses you deeply. Every glide of his thick cock fills you completely, the wet squelch of your joined bodies filling the room along with your shared gasps and moans.

You lose yourself in him, the steady rhythm, the way his chest presses against your breasts with every thrust, the intense eye contact that never breaks for long. “I love you,” he whispers between kisses, lips brushing your jaw, your neck, your mouth. “Love being inside you… love how you take me so well.”

The pleasure builds fast and intense. Your second orgasm hits you without warning, walls clenching hard around his thrusting cock as you cry out, back arching off the bed. Heeseung groans at the feeling, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through it, hips rolling steadily, drawing out every pulse until you’re shaking.

He doesn’t let you come down. The overstimulation kicks in almost immediately. His cock still dragging against your sensitive walls, the head kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers as another climax crashes over you, even stronger than the first, your cunt spasming wildly around him, juices coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.

Only when you’re trembling and gasping beneath him does he finally slow, though he stays buried deep inside you. You look up at him, voice hoarse. “Why… why aren’t you coming yet?”

Heeseung smiles softly, brushing his nose against yours in a tender nuzzle. “I wanted to take care of you first,” he murmurs. “Your pleasure matters more to me”

Your heart clenches at his words. You shake your head gently, still pinned beneath him. “I want you to enjoy it fully too… and I want to feel you come inside me. Please… fill me up, Heeseung.”

Something in his eyes shifts, deeper hunger mixed with overwhelming affection. He releases your wrists, wrapping both arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest as his thrusts grow harder, more purposeful. The pace quickens, skin slapping wetly, his cock driving into you with loving intensity.

When he finally comes, it’s powerful, his entire body tensing as he buries himself as deep as possible. A low, broken groan tears from his throat while thick, hot ropes of cum flood your cunt, pulse after pulse painting your walls. He holds you impossibly close, arms locked around you, kissing you fiercely through his release. His tongue licks a stripe along your flushed cheek before he captures your mouth again, whispering praises against your lips between gasps: “That’s it… take all of me… such a good girl… I love you… fuck, I love you so much.”

You feel every throb, every spurt of his cum filling you until it starts to leak out around his still-pulsing cock. He stays buried inside you long after, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and trembling with aftershocks, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Heeseung presses a lingering kiss to your temple, then pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a playful yet possessive spark lighting his gaze.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with renewed hunger. “I have no intention of giving you a break anytime soon. You have to face the consequences of acting like such a sweet angel tonight… of loving me so openly… of calling me gorgeous like that.”

A soft, genuine laugh bubbles up from your chest, free, light, and completely stripped of your usual cold facade. For once, the guarded walls are gone, revealing the sweet, surrendering woman beneath who melts completely for him. You surrender willingly as Heeseung’s hands gently but firmly guide your hips, turning you onto all fours. He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your entrance once more. With one smooth, deep thrust, he enters you again, drawing a shared moan from both of you as the night stretches on, promising so much more.

[archivojjong]

Boyfriend texts! With lngshot ohyul and ryul ✮⋆˙

Contents! Idol boyfriends ohyul and ryul, fluff, Suggestive content! Sex talk, crack.

Note! This is lngshot making their debut in my blog cause I’m acc obsessed with them hope you enjoy :P

©archivojjong 2026. All Rights Reserved.

[lngshotty]

⌗ ohyul & ryul - soft hands vs teasing smiles

summary; after a night out, you come home drunk, a little clingy and completely out of it. one takes care of you with soft hands and quiet concern, while the other teases you endlessly, far too entertained by the drunk state you’re in

warnings; drunk reader, petnames, kissing

wc; 1,2k (total) - requested

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kwon ohyul

you don’t even remember how you got your key in the door, only that it takes way longer than it should and you keep missing the lock,

after 6 tries, you sigh and the hallway feels like it’s slightly spinning, you’re giggling to yourself for no real reason at all,

the door opens before you can even try again and you’re met with your boyfriend on the other side of the door,

“seriously?” he sighs, but there’s no real annoyance in it, just that soft, tired fondness he always has when it comes to you,

you blink up at him, swaying a little, “hiii..”

his expression melts immediately,

“hey baby,” he murmurs, stepping closer and steadying you by your shoulders before you can tip over,

“how much did you drink?”

you shrug, “not that much..”

he raises an eyebrow, “you can barely stand,”

you try to argue, but it comes out as a quiet laugh instead,

your head ends up leaning against his chest like it belongs there, and he just sighs again, softer this time, wrapping an arm around you,

“cmon,” he mumbles, guiding you inside and kicking the door shut behind you,

“let’s get you to bed before you fall asleep on the floor,”

you cling to him more than walk, mumbling nonsense as he helps you down the hallway,

every now and then he chuckles under his breath when you say something completely random,

“you’re cute,” he mutters, “but this is exactly why i tell you to know your limits,”

you pout up at him, “i’m fine..”

“yeah?” he hums, stopping to look at you properly, “you don’t even know where you are right now,”

“..home?”

he smiles, brushing your hair back gently, “barely,”

once you’re in the bedroom, he helps you sit on the bed, crouching in front of you to take your shoes off, (let’s pretend it’s not an asian household for once hahaha)

his hands are careful and soft, almost like you’re something fragile,

“next time,” he says quietly, glancing up at you, “don’t drink like this if i’m not there, okay?”

you just blink at him,

he softens, reaching up to cup your cheek,

“i’m serious, i don’t like the idea of you being this out of it without someone watching you,”

you nod, even if you’re not fully processing it,

he smiles a little, “good,”

when he stands up, you catch his sleeve, tugging him closer without really thinking,

he leans down slightly, confused for a second, until you tilt your head up,

“what?” he murmurs,

you don’t answer, instead you just press a clumsy, soft kiss to his lips,

he freezes for half a second, then huffs a quiet laugh against your mouth, one hand coming up to steady your face,

“you’re unbelievable,” he whispers, but his tone is as soft as warm as ever,

he kisses you back properly this time, slow, gentle and careful, like he’s afraid you might tip over if he’s not holding you,

his thumb brushes your cheek softly, grounding you even with this gentle touch,

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours for a moment,

“okay,” he murmurs softly, “that’s enough, you need sleep,”

he helps you change, tucks you into bed, and even brings you water, holding the glass while you sip like you might drop it,

and when you’re finally lying down, already half asleep, he brushes your hair away from your face again,

“even like this you’re still cute,” he murmurs,

you mumble something unintelligible,

and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “get some sleep drunky,”

kim ryul

you stumble through the door with way too much confidence for someone who can barely walk straight,

“i’m home!” you announce to no one in particular,

you drop your bag somewhere that is definitely not where it’s supposed to go,

and from the couch, ryul looks up and immediately starts grinning,

“oh wow,” he laughs, leaning back and watching you wobble in place, “you’re gone,”

you squint at him, “i am not..”

you take one step forward and nearly trip over nothing,

he snorts, “yeah, okay baby,”

you pout, trying to regain your balance, but your movements are slow and clumsy and honestly kind of all over the place,

he pushes himself off the couch, walking over like he’s watching a very entertaining show,

“how many drinks did it take this time?” he teases, circling you slightly like he’s inspecting you, “two? three?”

you gasp, offended, “more than that!”

he raises his eyebrows, clearly not believing you, “that’s even worse,”

you try to swat his arm, but miss completely,

he laughs again, catching your wrist before you can lose your balance,

“careful,” he says, still amused, “wouldn’t want you knocking your pretty face out,”

you lean into him without meaning to, your head dropping against his shoulder,

“you smell like alcohol,” he mutters, wrinkling his nose a little, but he doesn’t move away,

“you’re mean..” you mumble,

“i’m honest,” he corrects, smirking, “you really do,”

he tilts his head, looking down at your half lidded, heavy eyes and unfocused expression, clearly enjoying this way more than he should,

“you get so clingy when you’re drunk,” he points out,

“do not..”

you cling to him tighter,

he laughs softly, “don’t lie now,”

instead of rushing you to bed right away, he kind of drags it out, asking you random questions just to hear your slow, slurred answers,

“what’s my name?” he asks suddenly,

you look up at him like it’s the hardest question in the world,

“..ryul,”

“wow,” he says, mock impressed, “you got one right,”

you frown at him, but it doesn’t last long before you start giggling again,

he shakes his head, still smiling, “your alcohol tolerance is actually embarrassing,”

“shut up..”

“make me,” he shoots back, way too entertained,

you stare at him for a second, then suddenly grab his shirt and pull him down into a kiss,

it’s messy at first, uncoordinated, but you don’t seem to care,

he lets out a surprised laugh against your lips before kissing you back, a little deeper, and a little more amused than anything,

one hand comes up to your jaw, steadying you while you lean into him way too much,

the kiss drags on longer than it probably should, especially with how unbalanced you are, but he doesn’t pull away immediately, clearly enjoying himself,

and when he finally does, he looks at you with a smirk,

“well,” he mutters, brushing his thumb across your cheek, “at least you still know how to do that,”

you blink at him, dazed,

and he only chuckles,

eventually, when you start getting a little too wobbly again, he sighs, still amused tho, and finally decides to move you to your bedroom,

“alright, let’s get you to bed before you pass out standing up,” he says,

you barely walk, just stumbling along while he steadies you with his arms,

“next time,” he adds casually, “i’m coming with you, this is too funny to miss,”

you mumble something into his shoulder about out drinking him,

and he just smirks, “yeah, yeah,”

he drops you onto the bed, not as careful as he could be tbh, but still making sure you’re comfortable enough,

he tosses a blanket over you and looks down at you with that same teasing expression,

“lightweight,” he mutters,

you’re already half asleep as soon as you touch the bed,

he shakes his head, smiling to himself before turning off the light,

but not before kissing your forehead softly as a quiet ‘goodnight’

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