Working on a series right now but why do I feel like it's never going to finish unless I change up the universe so it'll be easier for me to conceptualize
I find it so funny how Ive been posting on this side blog for the past five months and I already have half the amount of followers that I gained on my main over the course of five years
Cws and Tags: fluff, mostly smut, unprotected p in v (don't do that), oral (f!rec), creampie, sensual smut👐, a little bit of marking and biting, fingering, slight overstim, he tries to hold himself back but he's not good at that
Wc: 2.1k
Song: dandelion - Ariana Grande
"Jihoon." You whined, twisting on the black leather couch.
Your boyfriend had been working for the past two hours, continously assuring you that he was done soon, but he just wasn't. When you had asked to come by the studio to pick him up from work, this wasn't how you had pictured it. This whole time you had been alternating between actually watching him work and scrolling on your phone.
"What is it?" Jihoon muttered concentrated, watching the screen with squinted eyes.
He looked devishly handsome, hair styled, makeup still done and his black rimmed glasses sitting low on his nose. His leather jacket had been slung over the chair, leaving him in a slim fitting pullover that he had untucked from his trousers. He must have headed to the studio right after filming.
"When are you doneee?" You complained for the nth time today.
"Soon." He replied, the same reply he had already given you at least four times now.
You sighed and swung your legs off the couch, getting up and approaching his chair quietly. You ran your hands over his shoulders, hugging him over the back of the chair and putting your chin down on top of his head.
He hummed lowly. "Are you bored?"
"Give me attention Woozi." You slid down further, sliding your cheek against his.
"Not right now baby, let me finish this up." He dismissed you easily. You whined and unwrapped from him, sliding down the rest of the chair until you were crouched on the floor.
"You've been finishing up for two hours now."
"Well I'm not done yet."
You groaned.
"You're such a workaholic."
You heard the soft clack of him setting down his headphones before spinning the chair. You looked up at him from the ground and he smiled apologetically, reaching out to cup your cheek and bending forward to press a kiss against your lips.
You tried to melt into it but he pulled away too soon, you tried to follow him but he had already turned back, headphones in hand, "sorry baby. Just a little longer okay?"
You got up and slipped on the table next to his computer.
"Not okay. I want some of you too." You realized your request was selfish and that you shouldn't be distracting him, but you hadn't seen each other in so long long and when you finally managed to, he was still working. You should be understanding but in this moment it was annoying.
He wasn't even looking at you when he reached for your hand and kissed it gently, a silent apology. He intertwined his fingers with yours. You leaned back against the glass, trying to satisfy yourself with only the warmth of the fingers, the natural tightness of the hold.
You brushed your thumb over the back of his hand, enjoying in the simple intimacy of it.
For a few minutes it worked. You reveled in the silence, the slight hum of music from Jihoons headphones, with your eyes closed, head pressed against the cool glass, your world narrowed down to how your fingertips prickled with the feeling of his between yours. When you concentrated, you could feel his faint heartbeat, or maybe that was your own. You couldn't tell.
You figured it didn't matter. In a soulmate romance novel you would share the same heartbeat. You'd like to think that Jihoon was something like your soulmate. With how easily he was able to read you, how he knew everything about you, how he always knew what to do and acted just the way you couldn't, as well as the other way around, always made it feel like he was more than a seperate human.
You weren't exactly sure how much time passed after that, you guessed it was twenty minutes later when you finally heard the distictive click of Jihoons mouse, a little louder than any of the other ones, clearly telling you he must've closed the app.
You opened your eyes and caught him shutting off the computer, then he rolled his chair back and stood up, his hand unwrapping from yours to find a better spot at the side of your hip and crowding into the space between your legs.
"You're finally done, oh my god." You breathed happily.
He hummed and buried his face in your neck, for a moment you thought he was too tired, or something had happened, until you felt his wet, ticklish mouth sliding over your sensitive skin.
You gasped a little. "Jihoon.."
"You were so good, waiting for me the whole time. Thank you." Your boyfriend muttered, hot breath ghosting down into your cleavage. One of his hands traced your body down to your thigh, rubbing over it and grabbing it to pull up to his hip.
You snaked your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to yourself. His proximity was everything, his heat, the comfortable scent of sandalwood creeping up to your nose, the way his form felt so protective around yours. This time you could actually melt into it, revel in the feeling of him on you, feeling every touch like fire, like it's precious.
"I'm sorry for not having time." He continued quietly, his lips moving up to your jaw, teeth nipping at your earlobe and you held back a desperate whimper.
"I'm always working." He whispered into your ear. "I'm sorry."
His hands began stroking your thighs, one of them moving up, over your hip and slowly slipping under your sweater to settle hot and heavy on your skin.
"It's okay baby, it's your job. You know I understand." You breathed out heavily when his tongue flicked over the column of your throat, teeth beginning to probe the skin, pulling the neckline of your sweater along and stopping right at the juncture of your shoulder.
"Still. I'm sorry." With that you felt him bite the spot just enough and suck a hickey into your skin, licking over it soothingly. This time you couldn't keep a mewl from escaping you.
"I know it sucks. I wish I could spend more time with you. Give you everything you deserve." He mumbled against the bruise.
You loved your boyfriends lips on your skin. But you preferred them on your mouth.
"Jihoon."
"Mmh?"
"Kiss me."
He unlatched wordlessly, bringing one hand up to the back of your head and pressing his lips against yours, gently at first, but hungrier with every moment. The softness of them was intoxicating.
You could tell he was trying to hold himself back, to give you slow and sensual instead of hard and fast, and you grinned a little i to the kiss.
He pulled back, eyes washing over your face, sticking to your flushed lips. "What's so funny?"
But you had no chance to reply, his mouth was back over yours before you could take a breath to speak.
This time he moved more firmly, finding a rythm, then his tongue invaded and licked filthily into your mouth. You pressed him closer, but no close was quite close enough.
Finally he pulled back again. "You're trying to make this slow?" You managed between panting.
A smirk pulled on his mouth, lips glistening with spit and lipgloss, but this was how he looked best in your opinion. "So what if I am?"
"Then I'm going to eat you up cause that's so sweet." You huffed out a laugh and he chuckled, making sure your legs were wrapped around his hips and wrapping his hands around your waist.
"Wrong." His tongue found the corner of his lips. "Cause I'm gonna be the one eating you." With that he lifted you up with an ease that made your stomach flip, and walked the few steps to the couch you had been sitting on earlier.
He set you down on your back, kissed your neck, the sliver of skin on your abdomen that had been exposed by your sweater riding up and mouthed along your thighs.
You had suspected this day was eventually going to end in sex, so you luckily had picked out a skirt over jeans today.
Your boyfriend moved the skirt back as he went, nipping your skin and sucking more hickeys where no one could see them. He brought a hand up to rub your clit over your panties and you let out a satisfied breath. You felt him smirk against your skin, watching how he teased you. Your panties were positively soaked. They probably had been ever since he had gotten up and occupied the space between your legs earlier. You knew he loved it.
He chuckled playfully. "This wet already?"
"Shut up, ah-!" You squeaked when he pressed particularly firm against your nub, effectively silencing you.
"That's unfair!" You complained but he only laughed.
"Say that again." He grinned. "I can make you shut up easily."
Your grumbling turned into biting down on your lip when he peeled your panties off and moved his mouth into the space.
"Jihoon..!" You sighed when his tongue licked up your slit, thumb still moving gently against your clit while his tongue probed at your entrance. You could already tell you weren't going to last long.
You threw your head back in pleasure when his tongue delved into you, licking filthily. One of his hands moved your thigh over his shoulder, keeping you in place as he started eating you out.
You whined when his tongue slipped out again and gasped when he had done it in favor of gently biting your sensitive flesh and pushing his fingers into you instead.
He sucked on your clit now, his fingers curling so deliciously into your sensitive spot. Over and over and over, and when you felt his teeth nipping your clit, the very slight pain of it sending a jolt of pleasure right into your middle, you only half attempted to hold back your moan as you felt yourself coming undone.
His tongue kept moving, lapping up your juices until he left you trembling and overstimulated. He shifted up and waisted no time with kissing you. You tasted yourself on his tongue and pressed him closer. You noticed that one of his hands came down to push his pants and boxers out of the way while you were kissing and relished in tbe whimper he let out when his dick finally sprang out of the clothes.
He stroked himself a couple times and lined up with your hole, pressing blunt and heavily against it. Your boyfriend pushed in slowly, the stretch and pressure so perfect, you felt like you could come again on the spot.
He sank down until he was buried to the hilt, sighing contently before he pulled back and pushed back in slowly. He tried to keep up the slow pace, you could tell he really tried, but you had already anticipated the moment he got fed up, pulled back and slammed into you with a force that punched a moan out of you.
From then on he moved fast, hard. Keeping your hips in place and capturing your lips with his. His own moans were turning you on even more and something about being underneath him and letting him use you like this was oddly satisfying.
He kept your thigh hooked around his arm to keep you open, grunting with every thrust into you. With how long you haven't had sex, you could tell he was probably going to come just as fast as you had, and with how overstimulated you still were, you didn't expect much from yourself either.
"Mhh fuck, Jihoon." You moaned when he stilled inside you, grinding instead of thrusting and brushing over your clit with every pass.
"You're so perfect." He breathed out, coming back to thrust again. "So fucking perfect for me." You felt him suck another hickey on your collar, his thrusts becoming frantic and arrythmic.
His hand flew down to rub your clit along with his thrusts in an attempt to still make you come before him. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut. The pressure in your abdomed uncoiled the moment he couldn't hold back his own orgasm anymore. You clenched him tightly and he came in hot spurts inside you, stilling and collapsing bonelessly on top of you.
For a moment all that filled the silence was your laboured breathing. Then he pulled out with a slight whimper.
Jihoon quickly pulled your panties back over your pussy, silently telling you to keep the cum inside you.
"We should probably go home." You whispered.
"Yeah. I can't see this studio anymore." He replied equally as quiet, but still settled down on top of you again, his weight comfortingly heavy.
"Baby?" He added after a moment of silence.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He turned his head a little to look at you directly. "Thank you for being so patient."
You smiled and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, I'll always wait for you."
You saw a smile pull at his mouth just before he hid his face in your shoulder.
"You're cute." You laughed.
"Shut up." He complained, but there was no heat behind it.
Cws: smut, alcohol (not enough to be intoxicated), slight angst?, fwb situation, unprotected p in v, creampie, making out, nipple stim
Wc: 2k
Song: Dirty Little Secret - Nessa Barret
The party was loud. You felt the boom of the base reverberating in your own chest. Soonyoung and Mingyu had taken up the dancefloor, forcing Jeonghan and Joshua with them.
You sat next to Seungcheol, casually with your legs crossed and your phone unused clutched in one hand on your lap.
You had picked out a short, blue slip dress and strappy black high heels for the occasion. Being made up felt so good. With all your makeup and your hair done. You felt so pretty.
From your other side, Vernon leaned over to you. "I'm gonna dance. You still living it up tonight?" He shouted over the music. You shook your head instead of straining your voice against the base. He nodded at you and slipped his half drunken cocktail into your hands, joining his friends on the dance floor.
You looked down at the cocktail. The bright orange alcohol glittered in the disco light when you swirled the liquid in the glass. You brought it up to your lip and took a sip. It tasted awful. Way too sweet yet still bitter while the warm burn of alcohol settled low in your throat. No wonder Vernon had been nurturing his drink for the past thirty minutes and barely finished half of it.
Seungcheol leaned back against the bar a little.
"Bored?"
You nodded, taking another sip of Vernons drink. Your eyes met Seungcheols over the rim of the glass. He shot you a knowing look and you did your best to keep down a smile that would reciprocate the same. He leaned closer, his dark hair falling forward so nicely. "Wanna get out?"
"Yeah"
You left your friends on the dancefloor as Seungcheol grabbed your hand and pulled you through the mass of writhing bodies. Quickly, you downed the rest of Vernons cocktail and set the glass down on some table on the way to the exit.
Once he had successfully led you out of the club and into the cool night, the first thing you did was take a deep breath of fresh air. Only now did it really hit how stifling the air in the club had been, stinking of smoke machines that fogged up the ceiling above everyones head until the disco lights looked almost tangible.
You let your hand drop from his. His fingers twitched into your direction, as if meaning to pull you back, but ultimately, twitching was all they did.
He brought you to his car and you got in easily, sinking into the large seats. You noticed the skirt of your dress sliding up your thighs a little but didn't make any move to correct it. Instead you leaned back into the seat and tilted your head over to Seungcheol. You loved sneaking away like this. Dissappearing with sloppy excuses. Keeping everything between you a secret. It was exciting, it felt like you had something to yourself.
He hated it. You could see it in the way his hands clenched and unclenched around the steering wheel, his leg bounced a little with words unsaid and frustration not let out, already knowing your answer. You pretended not to notice.
"Where are we going?"
"My place."
You grinned.
The car ride was silent. You got out of the car eventually, getting into the elevator with him. After that, everything happened as you knew it would.
The second the doors closed, his hands were on you, pulling you in by your waist, sliding over your ass, sliding under your short dress and grabbing your thighs. His entire presence crowded into you until you were entirely engulfed by his scent and his warm, tickling mouth dropped to the sensitive skin of your neck.
You hummed out his name, snaking your arms around him to pull him closer. His leg found the space between yours, rough denim pressing into your core and you whimpered.
The other members would be so mad to know what Seungcheol and you were doing. Even if every idol dated, there had to be an effort in doing it properly. Not like this. You just loved having him to yourself, knowing how many people wanted him. But you didn't want him to be yours specifically. You didn't want to be his girlfriend. It was too permanent. Scary almost.
His warm fingers hooked under the shoulder strap of your dress and slowly peeled it down, exposing your bra. He groaned annoyed.
"Why did you wear a bra?" He muttered against your skin, pulled the dress back over your shoulder and he mouthed along your collarbone
"Without the bra everyone would have seen my nipples through the dress." You complained, immediately whimpering a little when he pressed his leg further into your clitoris. "Cheol, we're still in the elevator. What if your neighbours see us?" You managed out between a poorly concealed noise of pleasure.
"Let them." He hummed.
You sighed but you really didn't mind that much. So you let him roam and grab at you until the elevator reached the last floor and opened its doors to spit you out.
Seungcheols hands didn't leave your body when you fished his keys out of his pocket and fumbled the door open.
As soon as you were on the other side of it, he all but slammed the door shut, pressing you against it and lifting you up by your ass. His lips found yours easily, melting you into him.
Your hands twisted into his hair, pulling him back a little. The low groan that escaped his throat sparked a satisfied feeling in your gut. You grinned and he latched his mouth over your collarbone, his hot breath tickling over your skin.
You huffed out a breath of laughter the moment he brought your legs around his waist and pressed you into the door with his body weight before lifting your properly and walking the few steps to fall onto the bed with you.
"Seungcheol." You breathed, pulling him closer and rolling on top of him. His hands brushed reverently up and down your bare thighs.
"Hmm?" He hummed, his gaze scanning how the dress was wrapped around your body.
"Take off those jeans." You huffed out, hands already working on his belt. He grinned and helped you push the pants down his hips. You made quick work of his shirt next, running your hands over his hard abs and grinding your panties over the buldge in his boxers.
Seungcheol pushed the straps of your dress down, unbuckling your bra and discarding it to rub rough fingertips over your sensitive nipples. You groaned and felt yourself arch away from his touch.
"Stop teasing." He muttered when you continued to rub yourself over his boxers. You raised your eyebrows and tugged his boxers down, his hard length slapping the inside of your thigh. You could feel yourself getting even more wet.
"This hard already? How long were you waiting for this?" You chuckled as you peeled your soaked panties off.
"Ever since you showed up in that fucking dress. Making me so hard." He huffed, his hands slipping under your it to seize your hips and lead you over his cock. You helped line him up and suddenly he was pressing bluntly against your core, hard and hot.
You sank down slowly, relishing in how you stretched around him and the intense pressure in your abdomen. Seungcheol groaned deliciously under you and you had to bite your lip to hold back a grin.
Your pace was torturously slow at first, dragging his dick in and out of your walls, until he whined. His hands gripped your hips tighter. You took in the silent plea and made an effort to slap down on his hips faster and harder.
You kept one of your hands splayed over his abs. You loved having him like this. Sweating and whining under you.
His hips thrusted upwards to meet yours, his hands pulling you down onto him to move you the way he liked. You ground down into his pelvis, moaning at how deeply he was digging into you.
"Cheol," you panted, "fuck, yes that way," you squeezed your eyes shut when he hit your sensitive spot so well, while his other hand had come back up to stimulate your nipple. When you slowly opened your eyes again, you saw him bite his lip and flip you around so that he was on top of you. You wrapped an arm around his neck, arching into him and he grinned. From this angle, he had much more freedom to drive into you, hard and fast. One hand was still steady against your waist to help move your hips against him, the other arm was braced next to your head.
You used the arm around Seungcheols neck to pull him down into a hot kiss, teeth and tongue, he bit down on your lower lip. You felt yourself clench a little, an immediate reaction to the slight pain and he felt you clench too, smirking into the kiss. A moan escaped you that was muffled by his lips, when he thrust particularly hard.
Finally, his hand came down on your clit to rub you to completion. You whined and arched against him almost involuntarily. Then you felt yourself uncoil immediately, pressing your face into Seungcheols shoulder when you came all over him.
He kept thrusting into your trembling form until he came as well, hips stilling, burying himself deep inside you until you felt the heat of his cum inside you.
For a moment, you were both frozen in place, still panting, then he let himself lie down on top of you. His weight heavy but comforting.
You loosely wrapped your arms around his midriff, just letting yourself relax. Eventually, he got up to get a towel to clean you up, but you were glad he didn't make an effort to do much more than that and instead slip under the sheets with you, sweaty bodies pressed together.
Your fingers played with his hair while you watched a bead of sweat roll down his neck. His thumb rubbed comfortingly over your waist.
You stayed in silence like that, just enjoying each others presence, until Seungcheol broke it.
"Baby," he began.
"Hm?"
"Don't you want to make this permanent?"
Your fingers froze on his neck, and he noticed, you knew he did by the look in his eyes, but he just kept going anyway.
"Aren't you tired of even sneaking around the others? We already have to hide everything from the entire world, don't you want to at least tell my members?"
You pulled back a little to look at him properly. "Tell them about what? We have no relationship Seungcheol." You realized you were pushing him away but a relationship seemed too scary.
He sighed annoyed. "So we're just fucking around is what you're trying to say? Don't you want more than that? I hate just having each other to build off frustration."
"Youre an idol Seungcheol, you don't even have the time to date. Just leave it. I don't want to talk about this." You retreat your hands from his body and shifted away from him, fully meaning to get up, put your clothes on and leave, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back against his naked chest before you even managed to get out from under the blanket.
"You know I can make time for you."
"Even during busy schedules? What about tours?" You retorted, raising your eyebrows doubtfully.
He hesitated for a second, his eyes looking into yours, from one iris to the other. You wished you could look away, try to mask your want from him. He must be reading you like a book right now. He had always been able to so easily.
"Let's just try. If it doesn't work out we can break it off. But I don't want to continue whatever this is. I want you all or nothing. No in between." He finally spoke and the words felt like they were blowing straight into your chest.
Your eyes were glued to his shoulder that peeked out from under the blanket.
