Pure fluff, idol!au Seungmin, established relationship, mentioned of profanity fuck once.
2.06k words.
A/n: I had fun writing this piece, a lot of brainstorming and changes here and there so the story connect properly. Special thanks to @seung-scrittore for being this fic's beta reader 🥺 Likes, reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated! Feel free to send in an ask or comment your feedbacks in the reply section!
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Taglist: @starlostseungmin @straydestiny
D-1
You and Seungmin had your daily talk via Skype. You let out a hum, thinking everything was good. The conversation went well, not to mention he looked as dashing as the day that you'd realized you'd fallen for him—except now you guys were officially a couple. However, the only downside; it was not long into your relationship (to be specific it was about a few weeks—not even one month!) Yet Seungmin and his band were announced to have a tour in the States for about a month. Which also meant that the both of you weren't able to meet up in person; you won't be able to annoy him with love, smooches and cuddles for one whole month.
As soon as you were reminded of your current predicament, your eyebrows instantly furrowed, and your smiling lips turned into a pout.
Seeing the sudden change in your mood, Seungmin hurriedly hovered near the phone camera and asked, "Babe, what's wrong? You okay?" Sighing as you direct your gaze toward your lap to avoid his gaze, you answered, "Nothing. Just... Y'know, I just miss you and that's that. Nothing to worry about." Playing with your fingers, you finally plucked up the courage to look at him with a forced smile.
You however were greeted with the sight of Seungmin's infamous judging look, in response to that you tried batting your eyelashes at him. Eventually, it was his turn to let out a sigh as he adjusted his position by laying stomach flat on the bed with both palms cupping his face all the while staring at you with an adoring gaze.
"Babe, you gotta start to be honest with your feelings. Smile and laugh when you're happy, cry, frown and pout when you're sad and so on." He paused before he continued. "You look so ugly right now pretending to be okay."
Immediately the grin on your face disappeared and was replaced with a scowl, you purposely moved out from the frame. A childish act of revenge on Seungmin for ruining the mood.
A loud whine was heard from your phone as Seungmin called your name with cries of apologies followed closely.
Serves you right. Hmph.
This should act as a reminder for Seungmin to never mess with you and that you can get just as petty as him. What's funny was that even he acknowledged that both of you have an abundance of pettiness. You stayed out of frame for a few more seconds because a whiny Seungmin is a rare sight to behold. If he was willing to act this way, it just meant that he must've missed you terribly. The thought itself makes you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, forcing you to give in after a short while.
Just when you appeared within the frame, "Y'know I didn't tell you but I definitely miss you a lot too! Probably much more than you do!" You almost disappeared from the frame once more, but this time it was due to his sudden outburst of confession. You were expecting his obnoxious laugh at your reaction. After all, Seungmin had a tendency to make fun of your hilarious —yet entertaining— reactions. What you didn't expect was to find him lying face flat on the mattress.
A giggle slipped past your mouth at the adorable sight, your heart fluttered a little when he lifted his head to look at you with his flushed face. Once your giggling had ceased, you laid flat on your stomach and cupped your cheeks, mimicking his posture.
"What's with you today huh? So full of surprises."
"Well it's been two and a half weeks, I can't help that I've been missing you like hell."
"So, the saying is indeed true."
"Huh?"
"People said that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I see that's applicable here."
"......"
"Not to mention, it certainly turns a certain tsundere into an honest fluff ball."
"Hey! That's-"
"I love you."
As soon as you spotted the first hint of annoyance, you struck him with a confession, effectively cutting him off and shutting him up simultaneously with a bonus of him hiding his face once again.
Two blushy Seungmins in a day? Well, that was definitely something worth bragging to the rest of his members when you meet them.
Afterwards, the two of you talked a little while about random topics before calling it a day since he had a stage rehearsal planned for their concert the day after tomorrow, not to mention it was almost bedtime for you. And of course, you only reluctantly ended the call after forcing your boyfriend to give you a flying kiss. Honestly, it took a lot of convincing from you to get him to do that. Kudos to your persistent ass for getting Seungmin to do something he normally wouldn't. It might've just been the fact that he loves you too much to not give in to your requests every once in a while.
D-DAY
You were sound asleep on your bed, hugging a giant bolster—a temporary substitute for Seungmin while he was on tour. Until the persistent ringing of your ringtone broke through your peaceful slumber.
Eyes closed, you blindly manoeuvred for a stray pillow to bury your face into, hoping to block out the incoming call. You tried, but it was a futile attempt, the loud ringtone still somehow managed to pierce through the pillow, the shrill sound manoeuvring into your ear. Letting out an unidentified sound—similar to something between a cry and a whine slip past your lips, you begrudgingly picked up the phone. All the while mumbling profanities under your breath, not sparing the caller ID a glance.
The haziness in your mind instantly dispersed at the voice of Seungmin greeting you in a cheerful tone, you struggled; torn between being annoyed at him for waking you up at such an ungodly hour (it's a weekend, people are supposed to sleep in!) or happy that he even thought of calling you at such an early hour to greet you. Seungmin didn't allow you a chance to ponder over your dilemma, instead, he informed you that he'd be landing in about 12 hours. If you were still a bit sleepy earlier, you were certainly wide awake now. Again, without allowing you to respond, he told you that he'd be expecting you to pick him up from the airport.
"Bye-" "Not so fast, Kim Seungmin. Please tell me this is a dream." Fortunately, you were able to cut him off before he could hang up on you. "Nope, it's not. I'll be boarding now, so see you in 12 hours, love you, baby. Muahh." Still laying in your bed, you stared at the ceiling, dumbfounded by the sudden revelation. Previous sleepiness gone, you took a look at your phone only to find out that it was seven in the morning. Groaning, you brought your hands to cover your face. You were on the verge of throwing a morning tantrum but were reminded of Seungmin's kiss before he ended the call.
All of a sudden, your morning tantrum was forgotten, you tried to suppress a small smile before mentally willing yourself to get out of bed to start the day with some housecleaning before you had to pick Seungmin up from the airport.
Before picking up your boyfriend, you managed to get some cleaning done around your house while grumbling about him doing something so out of character.
You even did grocery shopping and a short afternoon nap to compensate for your interrupted morning sleep.
Only when your alarm rang at 6:30, you drove to the airport with mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation. If you didn't love him this much, you think you might've just given him a piece of your mind for informing you of his arrival on such an impossibly short notice.
As soon as you reached the airport to pick up your boyfriend, you were pacing back and forth at the terminal that he'd be arriving at. Thank God he sent details of his flights before boarding. There was some time before his arrival, yet you found the waiting time to be extremely nerve-racking. Although the both of you had been face-timing on a daily basis, it couldn't be compared with being able to see him face to face after an agonizing two and a half weeks you'd been apart. At the thought of seeing him in less than 30 minutes, your palms started to get clammy; your heart started to beat rapidly, and you even had this weird queasy feeling in your stomach. Must be the pizza. You tried to convince yourself.
The sudden ringing of your phone successfully jolted you out of your nervous state, jumping slightly from your position, you clumsily fumbled with your handbag to retrieve your phone. A look at the caller ID revealed it was your boyfriend. Ohh, he arrived! Without wasting another second, you picked up the call.
"Hi."
"Still waiting for my luggage..."
"Care to explain what's all this?" A teasing lilt evidenced in your voice as you finally got the chance to question him.
Somehow your question seemed to set off some sort of trigger in Seungmin as he just suddenly went on an aggressive ramble.
"Gosh, everyone knows I'm an ESFJ, I love to plan things ahead before actually doing them but damn- When it comes to you, what's a plan? Fuck that. I've missed you so bloody much. And especially the 'I've missed you' that you pulled on me yesterday? I don't think I can wait till the tour ends to see you." Even talking through the phone, you were able to pick up on his immense frustration of not being able to see you for barely a month.
"Hey hey, I'm telling you I can literally feel it through the phone. Now don't get too worked up, we'll be able to see each other in a while alright, Minnie?" Begrudgingly, he hung up the call, not before giving you a kiss. You sounded so chill but only God knew how nervous you were right then.
As hilarious as it sounded, at one point, you were even practising what kind of facial expression you should have when greeting your boyfriend. Thinking hard about it, you were so absorbed in your thoughts that you had completely missed the towering figure behind you.
A small "boo" sounded beside your ear and the next thing you knew, you were being enveloped into a back hug that radiated a familiar warmth and scent. The scream died down in your throat as your body relaxed and laid backwards into Seungmin's embrace. Still hugging you, he dipped his head and looked you straight in the eyes as he chastised you for not having any sense of defensiveness. As expected of Kim Seungmin.
"I swear to God I'm close to giving away all my precious belongings to them just so they'll let me fly over to finally see you-" He created a distance between the both of you before capturing your gaze with a wide grin, "Embrace you-" just as he finished the last syllables you let out a surprised squeak because he abruptly picked you up and gave you a twirl. You were a giggling mess, meanwhile, he just stared at you with an adoring smile as he finally placed you on the ground. Hugging you tightly— to the point that your whole body pressed snugly against him, with closed eyes he took a deep breath and finally finished his sentence, "And kiss you." Gently peeling you away from his embrace, he placed a long, firm yet sweet kiss to your smiling lips.
"Now now, I kinda forgot to tell you something..." Leaning away from the kiss and resting his forehead against yours, you detected a hint of sheepishness in his tone. Upon the discovery, you knew he was up to no good.
"Well...?" You probed while Seungmin tried to break away from your intense gaze but a little pinch to his side was all it took for him to let out a yelp, maintaining eye contact with a pout.
"I'll be flying back tomorrow for the upcoming concert but this time I'm taking you with me."
"Wait- what???"
The whole interaction ended with him laughing and running off to the airport entrance with you hot on his trail.
A/n: this is my first time writing a headcanon and for my BB LIXIE as well🥺 Not sure how it turns out but I hope you guys like it. Also likes&reblogs are much appreciated!💜
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Expect lots and lots and lots and lots of
HUGS
KISSES
HAND HOLDING
Basically, just expect SKIN SHIPS
I'm not even joking
He's soooo affectionate with his members almost 24/7, what makes you think you'll be an exception
If anything he's just gonna be more affectionate towards you
Whenever you visit him at the dorm, practice room or studio, he will TRY to keep his hands to himself bcs there's too many watchful eyes, he's shy and didn't want his members teasing him :(
Stealing kisses whenever the members are not looking (Oh they know it alright, they just pretend to not see it :))
Is satisfied as long as you guys are touching in some way
I MEAN
Like, having his hand around your waist, your hands playing with his hair while he lays on your lap
Heck even a simple hand holding can get him all giddy especially when you guys just casually link your pinkies together
yongbok.exe has stopped working
Please help him, this boy boutta combust
Also
Whenever you happen to visit him, he will wipe his face, claiming that he cannot risk having you indirectly kissing the others especially Changbin since the latter always give kisses
A sick Felix -> more whiny, clingy and touchy than usual + overthinking :(
Contemplating whether he wants to cuddle with you or not since he is sick but he craves for cuddles FROM YOU :(
Is very sad when you went to visit him bcs he don't want you to get sick but at the same time he wants to get cuddles and kisses
IF you decide to give him cuddles and kisses, he'll be over the moon, might even cry a little because he's so touched.
Will also promise to take care of you in case you get sick later on.
If you decide to not give him cuddles and kisses, he'll be sad but he understands though...
He'll probably wrap himself with the duvet then curl into a ball and face the wall to sulk silently.
Just place a kiss on his forehead and let him cuddle your arm instead and he'll be satisfied.
Bb is sooo easy to please and satisfy <3
💯 love giving you surprises.
Is very creative in preparing surprises, not even once manage to pique your suspicion!
💯 love celebrating literally every special occasion together with you.
Will take tons of polaroid photos and print it out.
Most probably will have a vacant section on a wall in his room to paste those memorable pictures of his loved ones including you ;)
Weekend is reserved for you if he don't have any schedules
Weekends with you are mostly spent indoors.
You guys just laze around finding stuffs that both of you can do together.
Also weekends = sleeping in!
Boy will literally hug you like an octopus to prevent you from getting out of bed.
He don't mind being the big spoon or small spoon when you guys cuddle.
If he is the small spoon when you guys sleep, he will lay his head on your chest/the crook of your neck and have his limbs wrap around you.
If he is the big spoon, then he will place his chin on top of your head, limbs also wrap around you 😀
It can be a little uncomfy but please bear with him also he is literally the perfect heater during winter.
It gets hot during summer but this boy don't give a damn. So you'll have to let him know if you don't want to die due to heat. Gets upset about it but will feel happy if you hold his hand or let him cuddle your hand.
Friday night is movie night. You guys take turns choosing movie. The other will prepare snacks and drinks.
Saturday night is baking time. LOVE to bake all sort of desserts like cookies, brownies, cupcakes.
Will bring some extras for his members all the while sharing the details of how the baking date went.
You see.
Felix have enormous hand in comparison to yours.
The perfect heating pad when you are on your period. He feels upset to see you in pain. So he just prepares some of your favourite food+medicines and stay by your side. His palm on your lower tummy, occasionally rubbing in a circular motion.
All sorts of endearments for this boy and he loves every single one of it.
Sometimes when you arrive home, you see him watching a movie at the living room or he's just right by the door side welcoming you back home, makes you take a double take to think how come you're so lucky to land yourself a Felix as your boyfriend.
Normally you'll just stand there unmoving while staring at him in a dazed, he'll let out a small giggle as he hops towards you and gives you a tight squeeze. He'll also bury his whole face at the crook of your neck and proceed to wiggle his head. He knows that's one of your ticklish spot.
Enjoys it a lot when you peppers kisses all over his face and his freckles <3 will scrunch his nose and probably let out a few tiny giggles.
Will turn you into a cuddler just like him if you weren't one before with his excessive cuddling session and skinship.
Doesn't mind being the small spoon or big spoon as long as you guys get to cuddle!
Most of the time might need to wrestle him to get out of the bed.
Just realised that I have a fic for all the SKZ 00s babies except For Jisungie 😭 One of these days, I'm gonna write one for him. Anyways wishing a belated birthday to our dearest Felix, Jisung and Seungminnie 💗
happy birthday to the love of my life, seungmin! here’s a short drabble i made the other day. it’s supposed to be posted last month but i decided to have it on his birthday.
“i think it’s commonly used,” your boyfriend, seungmin uttered as his eyes focused on the movie you were watching as he played with your hair.
“what?” you asked, looking at him while you lay on his lap.
“saying i love you as if there are no other words to describe how you are feeling,” he answered. “i love you have a lot of deep reasons inside,” he added as you chuckled in response, sitting up next to him.
“okay smarty pants, what’s better than i love you?” you asked hearing him sighing in response.
“for me? or from my perspective about the movie?” he asked.
“about how you feel,” you answered, making him smile.
“hmm,” he paused. “i wouldn’t say i love you directly, it can be hypothetical but you always know what i mean. it may sound cringy for some but for me, they’re not.”
“you’re practically lovesick, seungmin,”
“no,” he defended. “what i’m trying to say is, i can’t survive a day without seeing you, i am not comfortable if we’re not talking, i don’t want us to fight and go to sleep without talking about the problem, i want to be clingy to you and only you. you always shine and stand out to me, you’re so special, even if you say you’re not perfect, but to me, you always have been. it doesn’t matter if you have flaws, i embrace them with full acceptance because it’s you. your voice feels like a lullaby when you talk. it’s the way my heart beats for you every time. i always remember the smallest details about you, the things you like, the things you don’t like, the books you read, the songs you sing in the shower, the food you always enjoy, and your favorite brands. your contagious laugh. you’re the most beautiful when you smile, you’re like sunshine when you’re happy. the way you just run up to me and hug me when you’re sad or the way you don’t mind how clingy i get when it’s just the two of us. you always hug me when i get home from work, or just when you see me. there’s a reason why you’re my home, y/n. i respect you so much that i don’t want to cross lines and say sorry when i’m wrong. saying i love you is not enough to describe how these things made me feel, 3 words were just a way to shorten a speech but making it full like this can change someone’s perspective, i know i don’t say i love you that much but i want to express it by saying other things,”
your smile grew bigger as a tear fell on your cheek while listening to him. it was good, it was better, and you know exactly that you feel the same way as he describes everything.
“i didn’t know you were this down bad,” you smiled but seungmin just scoffed, trying to compose his cool after letting his guard down.
“one last thing, you always make fun of me when i get serious,” he sighs.
“you don’t mind me anyway, but i respect you so much seungmin,” you smiled. “the movie doesn’t make sense at all to me now, even if they always say i love you. you’re better than the movies and books seungmin, you always have been,”
seungmin smiled at you as he planted his lips on yours, “i love you,”
“i know,” you said pecking his lips, “and i love you most,”
synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his
— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)
— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!
— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys
satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.
“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.
“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”
“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.
“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”
“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.
he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”
“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”
“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”
“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”
“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”
“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.
“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”
“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”
“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.
even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.
“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”
“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.
satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.
he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.
you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.
so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?
and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.
you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.
satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.
he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.
“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”
“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”
“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”
“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.
everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.
because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.
“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”
he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”
“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”
“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”
“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”
“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”
his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.
you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.
“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.
“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.
“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”
“got it,” you nod furiously.
“got what?”
“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”
“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.
he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.
your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.
“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”
“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”
“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”
“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”
“say you love me,” he demands.
it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”
and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.
and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.
satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.
“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”
“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”
he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.
it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.
he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.
satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.
when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.
“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”
“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.
“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”
and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.
but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.
it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.
and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.
“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”
“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”
“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”
“how long do you plan on being mine?”
“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”
“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”
“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”
“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”
“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.
“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”
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Pure fluff, idol!au Seungmin, established relationship, mentioned of profanity fuck once.
2.06k words.
A/n: I had fun writing this piece, a lot of brainstorming and changes here and there so the story connect properly. Special thanks to @seung-scrittore for being this fic's beta reader 🥺 Likes, reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated! Feel free to send in an ask or comment your feedbacks in the reply section!
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D-1
You and Seungmin had your daily talk via Skype. You let out a hum, thinking everything was good. The conversation went well, not to mention he looked as dashing as the day that you'd realized you'd fallen for him—except now you guys were officially a couple. However, the only downside; it was not long into your relationship (to be specific it was about a few weeks—not even one month!) Yet Seungmin and his band were announced to have a tour in the States for about a month. Which also meant that the both of you weren't able to meet up in person; you won't be able to annoy him with love, smooches and cuddles for one whole month.
As soon as you were reminded of your current predicament, your eyebrows instantly furrowed, and your smiling lips turned into a pout.
Seeing the sudden change in your mood, Seungmin hurriedly hovered near the phone camera and asked, "Babe, what's wrong? You okay?" Sighing as you direct your gaze toward your lap to avoid his gaze, you answered, "Nothing. Just... Y'know, I just miss you and that's that. Nothing to worry about." Playing with your fingers, you finally plucked up the courage to look at him with a forced smile.
You however were greeted with the sight of Seungmin's infamous judging look, in response to that you tried batting your eyelashes at him. Eventually, it was his turn to let out a sigh as he adjusted his position by laying stomach flat on the bed with both palms cupping his face all the while staring at you with an adoring gaze.
"Babe, you gotta start to be honest with your feelings. Smile and laugh when you're happy, cry, frown and pout when you're sad and so on." He paused before he continued. "You look so ugly right now pretending to be okay."
Immediately the grin on your face disappeared and was replaced with a scowl, you purposely moved out from the frame. A childish act of revenge on Seungmin for ruining the mood.
A loud whine was heard from your phone as Seungmin called your name with cries of apologies followed closely.
Serves you right. Hmph.
This should act as a reminder for Seungmin to never mess with you and that you can get just as petty as him. What's funny was that even he acknowledged that both of you have an abundance of pettiness. You stayed out of frame for a few more seconds because a whiny Seungmin is a rare sight to behold. If he was willing to act this way, it just meant that he must've missed you terribly. The thought itself makes you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, forcing you to give in after a short while.
Just when you appeared within the frame, "Y'know I didn't tell you but I definitely miss you a lot too! Probably much more than you do!" You almost disappeared from the frame once more, but this time it was due to his sudden outburst of confession. You were expecting his obnoxious laugh at your reaction. After all, Seungmin had a tendency to make fun of your hilarious —yet entertaining— reactions. What you didn't expect was to find him lying face flat on the mattress.
A giggle slipped past your mouth at the adorable sight, your heart fluttered a little when he lifted his head to look at you with his flushed face. Once your giggling had ceased, you laid flat on your stomach and cupped your cheeks, mimicking his posture.
"What's with you today huh? So full of surprises."
"Well it's been two and a half weeks, I can't help that I've been missing you like hell."
"So, the saying is indeed true."
"Huh?"
"People said that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I see that's applicable here."
"......"
"Not to mention, it certainly turns a certain tsundere into an honest fluff ball."
"Hey! That's-"
"I love you."
As soon as you spotted the first hint of annoyance, you struck him with a confession, effectively cutting him off and shutting him up simultaneously with a bonus of him hiding his face once again.
Two blushy Seungmins in a day? Well, that was definitely something worth bragging to the rest of his members when you meet them.
Afterwards, the two of you talked a little while about random topics before calling it a day since he had a stage rehearsal planned for their concert the day after tomorrow, not to mention it was almost bedtime for you. And of course, you only reluctantly ended the call after forcing your boyfriend to give you a flying kiss. Honestly, it took a lot of convincing from you to get him to do that. Kudos to your persistent ass for getting Seungmin to do something he normally wouldn't. It might've just been the fact that he loves you too much to not give in to your requests every once in a while.
D-DAY
You were sound asleep on your bed, hugging a giant bolster—a temporary substitute for Seungmin while he was on tour. Until the persistent ringing of your ringtone broke through your peaceful slumber.
Eyes closed, you blindly manoeuvred for a stray pillow to bury your face into, hoping to block out the incoming call. You tried, but it was a futile attempt, the loud ringtone still somehow managed to pierce through the pillow, the shrill sound manoeuvring into your ear. Letting out an unidentified sound—similar to something between a cry and a whine slip past your lips, you begrudgingly picked up the phone. All the while mumbling profanities under your breath, not sparing the caller ID a glance.
The haziness in your mind instantly dispersed at the voice of Seungmin greeting you in a cheerful tone, you struggled; torn between being annoyed at him for waking you up at such an ungodly hour (it's a weekend, people are supposed to sleep in!) or happy that he even thought of calling you at such an early hour to greet you. Seungmin didn't allow you a chance to ponder over your dilemma, instead, he informed you that he'd be landing in about 12 hours. If you were still a bit sleepy earlier, you were certainly wide awake now. Again, without allowing you to respond, he told you that he'd be expecting you to pick him up from the airport.
"Bye-" "Not so fast, Kim Seungmin. Please tell me this is a dream." Fortunately, you were able to cut him off before he could hang up on you. "Nope, it's not. I'll be boarding now, so see you in 12 hours, love you, baby. Muahh." Still laying in your bed, you stared at the ceiling, dumbfounded by the sudden revelation. Previous sleepiness gone, you took a look at your phone only to find out that it was seven in the morning. Groaning, you brought your hands to cover your face. You were on the verge of throwing a morning tantrum but were reminded of Seungmin's kiss before he ended the call.
All of a sudden, your morning tantrum was forgotten, you tried to suppress a small smile before mentally willing yourself to get out of bed to start the day with some housecleaning before you had to pick Seungmin up from the airport.
Before picking up your boyfriend, you managed to get some cleaning done around your house while grumbling about him doing something so out of character.
You even did grocery shopping and a short afternoon nap to compensate for your interrupted morning sleep.
Only when your alarm rang at 6:30, you drove to the airport with mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation. If you didn't love him this much, you think you might've just given him a piece of your mind for informing you of his arrival on such an impossibly short notice.
As soon as you reached the airport to pick up your boyfriend, you were pacing back and forth at the terminal that he'd be arriving at. Thank God he sent details of his flights before boarding. There was some time before his arrival, yet you found the waiting time to be extremely nerve-racking. Although the both of you had been face-timing on a daily basis, it couldn't be compared with being able to see him face to face after an agonizing two and a half weeks you'd been apart. At the thought of seeing him in less than 30 minutes, your palms started to get clammy; your heart started to beat rapidly, and you even had this weird queasy feeling in your stomach. Must be the pizza. You tried to convince yourself.
The sudden ringing of your phone successfully jolted you out of your nervous state, jumping slightly from your position, you clumsily fumbled with your handbag to retrieve your phone. A look at the caller ID revealed it was your boyfriend. Ohh, he arrived! Without wasting another second, you picked up the call.
"Hi."
"Still waiting for my luggage..."
"Care to explain what's all this?" A teasing lilt evidenced in your voice as you finally got the chance to question him.
Somehow your question seemed to set off some sort of trigger in Seungmin as he just suddenly went on an aggressive ramble.
"Gosh, everyone knows I'm an ESFJ, I love to plan things ahead before actually doing them but damn- When it comes to you, what's a plan? Fuck that. I've missed you so bloody much. And especially the 'I've missed you' that you pulled on me yesterday? I don't think I can wait till the tour ends to see you." Even talking through the phone, you were able to pick up on his immense frustration of not being able to see you for barely a month.
"Hey hey, I'm telling you I can literally feel it through the phone. Now don't get too worked up, we'll be able to see each other in a while alright, Minnie?" Begrudgingly, he hung up the call, not before giving you a kiss. You sounded so chill but only God knew how nervous you were right then.
As hilarious as it sounded, at one point, you were even practising what kind of facial expression you should have when greeting your boyfriend. Thinking hard about it, you were so absorbed in your thoughts that you had completely missed the towering figure behind you.
A small "boo" sounded beside your ear and the next thing you knew, you were being enveloped into a back hug that radiated a familiar warmth and scent. The scream died down in your throat as your body relaxed and laid backwards into Seungmin's embrace. Still hugging you, he dipped his head and looked you straight in the eyes as he chastised you for not having any sense of defensiveness. As expected of Kim Seungmin.
"I swear to God I'm close to giving away all my precious belongings to them just so they'll let me fly over to finally see you-" He created a distance between the both of you before capturing your gaze with a wide grin, "Embrace you-" just as he finished the last syllables you let out a surprised squeak because he abruptly picked you up and gave you a twirl. You were a giggling mess, meanwhile, he just stared at you with an adoring smile as he finally placed you on the ground. Hugging you tightly— to the point that your whole body pressed snugly against him, with closed eyes he took a deep breath and finally finished his sentence, "And kiss you." Gently peeling you away from his embrace, he placed a long, firm yet sweet kiss to your smiling lips.
"Now now, I kinda forgot to tell you something..." Leaning away from the kiss and resting his forehead against yours, you detected a hint of sheepishness in his tone. Upon the discovery, you knew he was up to no good.
"Well...?" You probed while Seungmin tried to break away from your intense gaze but a little pinch to his side was all it took for him to let out a yelp, maintaining eye contact with a pout.
"I'll be flying back tomorrow for the upcoming concert but this time I'm taking you with me."
"Wait- what???"
The whole interaction ended with him laughing and running off to the airport entrance with you hot on his trail.
A zombie apocalypse plagues the planet. Strangely the zombies seem to attack some people and leave others alone. You’re part of a team of scientists and soldiers who discover why.
No, you thought. It couldn’t possibly be for such a stupid, innocuous reason.
You had studied, for years and years. You had heard every single theory there was to be had, from the most complicated of conspiracies to sometimes the world simply being like that. One line of chaos after another, looping infinitely upon itself, spirally towards its own self destruction. The oroubouros of life, a snake eating its own tail.
But no. No. Years of your life, dedicated, practically WASTED for a simple innocuous answer.
The common denominator, that aligned with the undead hordes. Every single one, every one that struck out and stuck together in shambling groups of viscera and horror, had one thing in common.
OR6A2, an appropriately scientific sounding name for something that influenced both the creation and the behavior of the undead. But OR6A2 was a smell receptor gene. Again, not something that was out of the realm of common thought. Some people bathed religiously in an attempt to keep the hordes away.
It only sometimes worked.
But no. What OR6A2 was commonly known for, what oh so COMMONLY happened with it, was that it was responsible for cilantro tasting like soap to some people.
That was it. The stupid, INSIGNIFICANT commonality, was smell receptors telling zombies that some people tasted bad. Did some humans taste like cilantro? Or soap? Were the hygiene fanatics onto something?
But no, it didn’t work. Obviously people had to taste different, that was the commonality. Were people with sensitive OR6A2 genetically predisposed to become zombies? Was it a matter of preference to taste, did people with OR6A2 taste good? Did others taste like cilantro?
WHY WOULD PEOPLE TASTE LIKE CILANTRO??!!
Your head hits the table in front of you with an unfourtanetly unsatisfying thud.
One question down, you think ruefully, a thousand more to go.
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