iphone users are so funny because why do they always call their cellphone by its brand 😭😭 it's never "did you see my phone?" but "did you see my iphone?" "my iphone fell" "my iphone doesn't have this option", you don't see people talking like that about samsung, motorola, lg whatever 😭
guys, what pet names do u like... im running out of them... i just use my favorite ones... we'll make out if u add which ones you think nct members wouls use....
OKAY, i appreciate both notes, it's very nice to know, i actually agree with your choices. I LOVE darling, i jsut didnt know who would use it... thank you vicky, beautiful... AND TAEYONG.....idk bc like... i love calling HIM that... but maybe... yes... mhm, i see ur vision
guys, what pet names do u like... im running out of them... i just use my favorite ones... we'll make out if u add which ones you think nct members wouls use....
guys, what pet names do u like... im running out of them... i just use my favorite ones... we'll make out if u add which ones you think nct members wouls use....
| summary | Doyoung's enlistment had finally arrived, and neither of you two is truly ready to be apart.
| a/n | uuh h-hi ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)... i'm back... kinda?... i'm writing everything, cuties, please keep waiting for me... yes, i came back to my last layout cuz the other one was too ugly AND ITS BEEN A WHILE PLEASE I HOPE YALL LIKE IT, SPECIALLY U, ANON!! >.<
| cw | smut, fluff, oral (f), unprotected sex, pet names.
| wc | 3.9k words.
You had been preparing for this moment for months. You knew everyone had delayed it as much as possible but, as always, the future you feared was bound to arrive sooner or later. Even though you tried to push the thought away as the days drew closer, it was undeniable that he had to leave.
As was almost inevitable for any man in that country, Doyoung needed to serve his nation for a certain period of time, given the history of the peninsula, still full of tension since the war. Utter foolishness, you thought. Only because they were taking your beloved away from you. It wasn’t fair!
Of course, despite everything, it wasn’t the end of the world. You knew you’d see him again. Even so, that wasn't enough to make you feel any less unhappy, a year and a half away from the love of your life felt painfully close to torture.
You couldn’t help feeling down about the news: tomorrow was the day Doyoung would leave you. Honestly, you had already been suffering for weeks, ever since he’d announced that he planned to enlist now.
You tried your best not to let it show, joining him at gatherings with friends and family to say goodbye, last dinners at restaurants, walks in the park, game nights, everything.
The words related to enlistment, the army, and everything in that lexical field were avoided by you like the devil avoids the cross. Anything that could remotely refer to it made you shut off your brain and simply not process it.
But, at the end of the day, you weren’t invincible to emotions. Not that you needed to act strong, you were just trying not to let it affect you too much because you knew yourself, and you knew that the moment you allowed yourself to truly feel, you would unravel into every kind of emotion, one worse than the other.
Not just that, but you also didn’t want to make it any more difficult than it already was for Doyoung himself. You knew it was hard to simply interrupt the course of your life to dedicate more than 540 days to such a task, so adding even more of your own melancholic feelings onto him wasn’t part of your plans.
Sometimes you were very innocent, or maybe scatterbrained would be the right term, for thinking that Doyoung, your partner of years, wouldn’t notice any change in your behavior, in the way you acted, in the way you spoke and, most importantly, in the things you did not say.
You were more sensitive than usual—any tiny inconvenience was enough to make you cry or stay irritated for the rest of the day. Watching movies, no matter the genre, would leave you in tears. You were also glued to him more than normal, constantly hugging him and demanding his attention even for the smallest things. When he was at work, texting and calling him all the time, with no break, had almost become a routine. It was as if you were truly trying to savor every last millisecond of his presence.
Of course, he wasn’t bothered by it in any way. In fact, he himself couldn’t stop calling you back, and he would run straight into your arms every time he had a spare moment. He knew that the reason you were in such a grey mood was because he would soon be leaving for mandatory military service, and he himself felt the same way.
But great minds think alike! Just like you, he tried to mask it by saying everything was okay. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, quite the opposite. He just wanted to make you forget that he would be away from you for such a long time. And it worked for the first few days, but soon he was met with those sad eyes that didn’t quite match your smile.
In the end, all of this led to a strange path—the two of you were surrounded by an... odd tension. It was almost funny, in a way. Neither of you brought up the subject when you were alone, and every now and then there were those pointless moments of silence, each of you lost in your own world, thinking about how to approach it, how to finally put the inevitable into words and have a proper talk, just the two of you.
Nevertheless, Kim Doyoung is not very good at keeping things that bother him to himself, and he’s even worse at avoiding important conversations for too long, especially when it comes to you.
That’s why he finally decided to talk to you. Nothing too grand or dramatic like a separation, but a conversation, because communication was the best way to sort things out and understand where you both stood, especially with less than a day left before he would finally leave. It wasn’t something that could be avoided any longer, either way.
So, he planned a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant, hoping to enjoy a lovely evening with you, to steal a few peaceful hours together and lift your spirits, even if only a little, which worked perfectly, since you loved being in his presence and sharing good food by his side.
The night was pleasant as well. The weather was a little cold, but that only made it better when you were walking back home, holding hands and staying so, so close to each other while talking about whatever had happened during dinner.
And then, once you were finally home, the warm atmosphere slowly began to dissipate, replaced by that bitter feeling of longing, even when he was right there beside you.
While he hung the coats on the rack, you headed to the kitchen to make a hot drink, even though neither of you gave the impression of needing anything to warm up; you simply wanted to distract yourself a little longer. Doyoung, in turn, watched you with attentive eyes, wondering if there was a right moment to talk about something that shouldn’t have even been that hard to adress.
You stood by the counter, your eyes fixed on the kettle on the stove, so focused that you reached that point where your vision blurred and your mind emptied of thoughts, just… looking without thinking.
Silently, Doyoung approached you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling when you turned your head slightly to look at him.
With a soft tone, he broke the brief silence you’d been lost in. “Don’t you think it’s time for us to have a conversation?” His voice came out a little muffled as he pressed his lips against your shoulder.
You hummed, shrugging slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He smiled softly and pulled away just enough to turn off the stove. Then he took your hand and gently tugged you along with him, heading toward the living room.
You let him lead you without a word of protest, settling beside him on the soft couch. Your hands remained intertwined, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin, a quiet, familiar gesture meant to calm you for whatever you were feeling or about to feel right now.
"So… I'm leaving tomorrow," he stated simply, like ripping off a bandage once and for all, straight to the point, watching your face to gauge your reaction. "And for some reason, we both decided to somehow ignore that, right?”
Yes, now, thanks to him, things were starting to feel a little too real. Your shoulders fell, the tension you’d been holding onto melting away as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips while you listened to him. It wasn’t that you were ignoring it, you were just… not talking about it so directly.
“I didn’t mean to make things awkward like that,” you murmured, your gaze dropping to your intertwined hands as your fingers tightened around his. “I just… I don’t want you to go.” When your eyes found his again, your brows drew together, your lips trembling ever so slightly as they curved downward.
Doyoung’s face softened even more as he brought his free hand up to your cheek, which you instantly leaned into, nuzzling against it slightly, his warm palm as comforting as ever.
“Believe me, I don’t want to leave you either,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “And it’s not your fault, baby. I didn’t want to say anything about it either. I was a little scared about… well, everything.”
“I know, I know,” you murmured, pulling him into a hug and shifting slightly so he could settle comfortably against you, his head resting on your chest. “I wish we could just skip all of that. Are we being too melodramatic?”
“Mmh, I don’t think so. Anyone would be on their knees if they knew they’d have to stay away from you for almost two years.” He lifted his head slightly to look up at you, a smile forming and growing even wider when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And how are you feeling, love?”
You didn’t even need to say much, the atmosphere between you was already back to normal, light, smooth. Nothing like that awkward tension lingering in the air, just a simple conversation setting things right.
“I should be asking you that, you’re the one enlisting,” you said, caressing his face delicately.
“I guess I feel the same way everyone else does when they’re about to enter the army,” he chuckled softly. “There’s nothing very exciting about going, so I don’t have much to say other than that I’ll miss you a lot.”
Now it was your turn to look at him with soft eyes, your lips forming a small pout as you nodded. “God, I’ll miss you too,” you said, tightening your embrace. “Can’t you just—I don’t know, just not do it?”
“Oh, so you mean if I were to simply refuse to comply with the country’s laws, become a criminal, and have my face plastered all over the news so I can stay with you?” he raised an eyebrow.
You nodded. “Precisely.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at how bluntly you said it, straightening up so he could press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that made you smile back.
“As tempting as that is,” he paused briefly, “I’d rather not live the life of an outlaw.”
“Well,” you shrugged, “I think that would be a beautiful demonstration of love.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes and pulled you closer, once again sealing your lips in a simple peck before pulling away. “I’m pretty sure I can show you that in many other ways, hm?” he murmured, just a few centimeters from your face.
“Like faking your death and canceling your enlistment?” you whispered back, which earned you a deadpan look from him.
“Let’s not take it that far, shall we?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Instead, I think we should enjoy the last hours we have left, right?”
“Mmmh, I still prefer my idea,” you shrugged lightly, “but I guess yours sounds fine too.”
“Yes, strongly agree,” he leaned in again, cupping your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly and wasting no time before kissing you, his soft lips meeting yours in the same sweet way, even more tender than usual.
His tongue, just as delicately, traced along your lips, asking for permission, which you readily granted as you parted them and let his warm, wet tongue meet yours. Your hands, resting against his chest, gripped his shirt a little tighter, wrinkling the fabric beneath your fingers.
He pulled away just a little to look at you.
“Bed?” he asked, a little breathless.
You nodded with a big smile.
“Bed!”
He got up and took you along with him toward the bedroom, the short path filled with kisses and giggles until your back met the fluffy mattress, his tall figure hovering over you, not letting your tongue take a break while his hands wandered over your body.
None of his actions were rushed, the kisses, the touches, everything moved at the perfect pace. His fingers caressed your arms up and down gently, appreciatively, memorizing every inch of you. Soon, they slipped under your shirt, tracing your belly then squeezing your waist as his lips changed their path to your neck and down your cleavage, leaving behind a trail of warm, lingering kisses.
Your arms, which had previously been wrapped around his neck to keep him close, moved down to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it off. You hummed in satisfaction at the heavy sigh that left him the moment your hands met his bare skin.
Doyoung’s slender fingers found their way to your core after slipping past the barrier of your pants, immediately meeting the dampness on your panties. He rubbed firm, slow circles over your clothed cunt, the movement making both of you tremble.
“Gonna miss this so bad,” he murmured against your chest, nibbling at your cleavage, already feeling himself growing uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants. He pulled his hand away from where you needed it most, making you whine in protest and earning a soft chuckle from him. “Just gonna clear our way, darling.”
He quickly worked on the buttons of your shirt, slipping it off with your help and leaving your breasts fully on display for him. The sight alone made his mouth water as he kissed his way down to the valley between them.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he praised softly along the way, until he captured one of your breasts in his mouth. His warm tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, sucking the hardened bud gently and drawing sighs of pleasure from you.
His hands weren’t idle either. While he enjoyed the feel of your soft mound against his tongue, he also worked your pants and panties down, having you lift your hips slightly so he could slide them off and let you finish the job by kicking them away.
He slid two digits through your folds, coating his fingers in your warm, sticky juices. The sensation made you moan softly and roll your hips down toward his hand, craving more friction.
Doyoung pulled away from your breast with a soft pop, the cold air hitting the damp spot he had left behind. Once again, he trailed kisses all over you, slowly working his way down your body, as if each one were meant to make sure you would remember both the sensation of having him touching you and his feelings for you, even when you were apart.
“Doyoung, can you—ah, h-hurry up a little?” You looked down at him, your walls fluttering as he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger.
“No need to rush, darling,” he laughed against your skin. “I’m almost there.”
He kept pressing kisses all over you as he made his way down your body, until he reached your thighs, sucking and biting at the sensitive inner flesh, inching closer and closer to the treasure between your legs.
He wasn’t one to tease you for too long, so it didn’t take long before the tip of his tongue was swirling around your clit. The sensation made your hips jolt upward in both pleasure and surprise, which prompted him to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you back down, keeping you right where he wanted you.
“Didn’t even start yet, don’t try to run away like that,” he said before sucking hard on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and clutch the sheets tightly, your toes tingling from the intensity.
He darted his tongue out again and slowly dragged it down through your slick folds, collecting all of your wetness as he went, humming in satisfaction at the familiar taste in his mouth. The tip of his tongue teased your entrance, poking at it and making you instinctively try to close your legs, an effort that failed, since he was holding you open for him.
He pushed his tongue inside you while sucking at you at the same time, eating you out like a pro, as usual. Your back arched slightly off the bed, soft hums and moans slipping from your lips as you draped one arm over your eyes, completely lost in the physical pleasure he was giving you.
“Y-yes… just like that,” your voice trembled as you pushed your hips down, craving even more from him.
Doyoung’s hands caressed every inch of you they could reach, never once letting up with his mouth, thrusting the wet muscle insistently into your tight little hole. The obscene, wet sounds were impossible to ignore as he made out with your cunt, devoted, like he wouldn't have the chance to have you like that ever again.
One of his hands left your legs to give your clit the attention it desperately needed, his thumb circling the sensitive nerve in the same slow rhythm as his mouth, building your tension patiently, the sounds you made for him alone like music in his ears and the perfect incentive he needed.
A few more strokes of his tongue, paired with the steady rubbing of your clit, and you could feel your body tensing up. A hot sensation pooled between your thighs before quickly rising, spreading through you in waves.
“God, I’m gonna c—” your breath hitched as the warm, white, sticky fluid spilled from your body, immediately welcomed by his waiting tongue, moaning as he licked you clean.
“That was so hot, baby, you're so pretty,” he praised softly, continuing to give you light sucks and gentle kisses, helping you ride out your high. He only paused when you tugged him up toward you, eager to pull him into a kiss instead.
He melted instantly, letting you roll over him as he tugged at your hair, pulling you closer until your chests pressed together. He felt your hand stroking his cock through his pants, his moans swallowed by your mouth as you kissed him.
You tugged his clothes down and helped free him from them, his movements more desperate than he’d meant them to be. He almost whimpered when he felt your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking up and down in slow, delicate motions, spreading his precum along his length.
“Feels that good?” you asked with a soft giggle when he hissed.
“Fuck… you have no idea,” he muttered, biting down on his lower lip, nodding and whining when you gave him a gentle squeeze.
You let go of his cock and shifted to sit over it, rolling your hips back and forth so your folds brushed against him. The simple sensation of your slick lips dragging over his length was heavenly, making his cock twitch in anticipation, aching to be inside you.
His eyes shone when you lifted your upper body and rested your hands on his chest, clearly ready to give him exactly what he needed most in that moment. He shifted slightly, pushing himself up until he was almost sitting, his back resting against the headboard.
His breath grew heavy as he watched you lift your hips slightly, guiding his cock to your entrance. His mouth fell open in a perfect o the moment you sank down on him, a strained, broken sound tearing from deep in his throat as he felt your walls close around him, tight, warm, and fitting him perfectly.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, letting himself be filled with you. His head spun, emotions overwhelming enough that he honestly felt like he could cry.
“God, I love you,” he whimpered, pressing soft kisses to your skin, your name spilling from his lips when you rolled your hips just a little. His voice was muffled against your neck. “So… so much.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle between your own quiet moans, your walls fluttering around him at the sweetness of the confession.
“I love you too,” you replied, beginning to move on his lap, lifting yourself slowly, then sinking back down. A soft whimper escaped you when your clit brushed against him, still too sensitive from your previous orgasm.
His moans didn’t echo through the room only because his face was buried deep in the crook of your neck, unwilling to pull away from you even for a second. One of your arms circled his shoulders while your other hand pressed against the back of his head, keeping him close as you rode him.
“Love you so much,” he mumbled, breath hitching every time his cock met the softness inside you. “G-gonna miss you so bad, baby.”
It didn’t take long at all to reduce him to a blabbering mess, murmured I love yous, whispered confessions about how perfect you were to him, how he didn’t deserve you, how he couldn’t imagine leaving without you. Sweet nothings spilled endlessly from his lips as you carried him straight to paradise—and it wasn’t even an exaggeration, he was incapable of being normal when it came to you.
Feeling his climax approaching, he began to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. His movements grew sloppy, desperate and erratic, losing strength with every push. His head fell back as his balls tightened heavily, and he didn’t even need to say a word. He was always so sensitive, so expressive, it was easy to tell when he was about to come.
With one last sink down, he spilled inside you, hot spurts pulling a broken sound from his open mouth, his voice lost to the intensity of his orgasm. His body went limp beneath you, completely spent. You leaned down against him as well, just as exhausted, his arms slipping around your waist in a loose, comforting hold while you both struggled to catch your breath.
Doyoung was soon peppering countless kisses on your your shoulder, trapping you in a tight hug that drew soft giggles from your lips.
“Is it safe to say I’m seriously considering deserting?” he asked, raising a brow as you pulled back just enough to look at him, a smirk tugging at your mouth.
“Well,” you replied lightly, wiggling your eyebrows and making him laugh, “I can make a few calls…”
“Yeah, nevermind,” he pulled the blankets up around you both. “When you give me that look, I know it’s a bad idea.”
“What?!” you protested. “I’ve traced a few really good plans, okay?”
“Like faking my death?” he asked, gently brushing strands of hair away from your face.
“That’s just one of them,” you shrugged. “Glad you didn’t forget. It’s still on the table.”
“Alright, alright, my crime queen,” he chuckled softly. “Seems like we both need some rest, right?”
Your expression mirrored his happy, content one as you smiled back at him, soft and tender.
“You need to come back quickly, Doyoung…”
“Of course, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back to you in no time.”
| summary | Doyoung's enlistment had finally arrived, and neither of you two is truly ready to be apart.
| a/n | uuh h-hi ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)... i'm back... kinda?... i'm writing everything, cuties, please keep waiting for me... yes, i came back to my last layout cuz the other one was too ugly AND ITS BEEN A WHILE PLEASE I HOPE YALL LIKE IT, SPECIALLY U, ANON!! >.<
| cw | smut, fluff, oral (f), unprotected sex, pet names.
| wc | 3.9k words.
You had been preparing for this moment for months. You knew everyone had delayed it as much as possible but, as always, the future you feared was bound to arrive sooner or later. Even though you tried to push the thought away as the days drew closer, it was undeniable that he had to leave.
As was almost inevitable for any man in that country, Doyoung needed to serve his nation for a certain period of time, given the history of the peninsula, still full of tension since the war. Utter foolishness, you thought. Only because they were taking your beloved away from you. It wasn’t fair!
Of course, despite everything, it wasn’t the end of the world. You knew you’d see him again. Even so, that wasn't enough to make you feel any less unhappy, a year and a half away from the love of your life felt painfully close to torture.
You couldn’t help feeling down about the news: tomorrow was the day Doyoung would leave you. Honestly, you had already been suffering for weeks, ever since he’d announced that he planned to enlist now.
You tried your best not to let it show, joining him at gatherings with friends and family to say goodbye, last dinners at restaurants, walks in the park, game nights, everything.
The words related to enlistment, the army, and everything in that lexical field were avoided by you like the devil avoids the cross. Anything that could remotely refer to it made you shut off your brain and simply not process it.
But, at the end of the day, you weren’t invincible to emotions. Not that you needed to act strong, you were just trying not to let it affect you too much because you knew yourself, and you knew that the moment you allowed yourself to truly feel, you would unravel into every kind of emotion, one worse than the other.
Not just that, but you also didn’t want to make it any more difficult than it already was for Doyoung himself. You knew it was hard to simply interrupt the course of your life to dedicate more than 540 days to such a task, so adding even more of your own melancholic feelings onto him wasn’t part of your plans.
Sometimes you were very innocent, or maybe scatterbrained would be the right term, for thinking that Doyoung, your partner of years, wouldn’t notice any change in your behavior, in the way you acted, in the way you spoke and, most importantly, in the things you did not say.
You were more sensitive than usual—any tiny inconvenience was enough to make you cry or stay irritated for the rest of the day. Watching movies, no matter the genre, would leave you in tears. You were also glued to him more than normal, constantly hugging him and demanding his attention even for the smallest things. When he was at work, texting and calling him all the time, with no break, had almost become a routine. It was as if you were truly trying to savor every last millisecond of his presence.
Of course, he wasn’t bothered by it in any way. In fact, he himself couldn’t stop calling you back, and he would run straight into your arms every time he had a spare moment. He knew that the reason you were in such a grey mood was because he would soon be leaving for mandatory military service, and he himself felt the same way.
But great minds think alike! Just like you, he tried to mask it by saying everything was okay. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, quite the opposite. He just wanted to make you forget that he would be away from you for such a long time. And it worked for the first few days, but soon he was met with those sad eyes that didn’t quite match your smile.
In the end, all of this led to a strange path—the two of you were surrounded by an... odd tension. It was almost funny, in a way. Neither of you brought up the subject when you were alone, and every now and then there were those pointless moments of silence, each of you lost in your own world, thinking about how to approach it, how to finally put the inevitable into words and have a proper talk, just the two of you.
Nevertheless, Kim Doyoung is not very good at keeping things that bother him to himself, and he’s even worse at avoiding important conversations for too long, especially when it comes to you.
That’s why he finally decided to talk to you. Nothing too grand or dramatic like a separation, but a conversation, because communication was the best way to sort things out and understand where you both stood, especially with less than a day left before he would finally leave. It wasn’t something that could be avoided any longer, either way.
So, he planned a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant, hoping to enjoy a lovely evening with you, to steal a few peaceful hours together and lift your spirits, even if only a little, which worked perfectly, since you loved being in his presence and sharing good food by his side.
The night was pleasant as well. The weather was a little cold, but that only made it better when you were walking back home, holding hands and staying so, so close to each other while talking about whatever had happened during dinner.
And then, once you were finally home, the warm atmosphere slowly began to dissipate, replaced by that bitter feeling of longing, even when he was right there beside you.
While he hung the coats on the rack, you headed to the kitchen to make a hot drink, even though neither of you gave the impression of needing anything to warm up; you simply wanted to distract yourself a little longer. Doyoung, in turn, watched you with attentive eyes, wondering if there was a right moment to talk about something that shouldn’t have even been that hard to adress.
You stood by the counter, your eyes fixed on the kettle on the stove, so focused that you reached that point where your vision blurred and your mind emptied of thoughts, just… looking without thinking.
Silently, Doyoung approached you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling when you turned your head slightly to look at him.
With a soft tone, he broke the brief silence you’d been lost in. “Don’t you think it’s time for us to have a conversation?” His voice came out a little muffled as he pressed his lips against your shoulder.
You hummed, shrugging slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He smiled softly and pulled away just enough to turn off the stove. Then he took your hand and gently tugged you along with him, heading toward the living room.
You let him lead you without a word of protest, settling beside him on the soft couch. Your hands remained intertwined, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin, a quiet, familiar gesture meant to calm you for whatever you were feeling or about to feel right now.
"So… I'm leaving tomorrow," he stated simply, like ripping off a bandage once and for all, straight to the point, watching your face to gauge your reaction. "And for some reason, we both decided to somehow ignore that, right?”
Yes, now, thanks to him, things were starting to feel a little too real. Your shoulders fell, the tension you’d been holding onto melting away as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips while you listened to him. It wasn’t that you were ignoring it, you were just… not talking about it so directly.
“I didn’t mean to make things awkward like that,” you murmured, your gaze dropping to your intertwined hands as your fingers tightened around his. “I just… I don’t want you to go.” When your eyes found his again, your brows drew together, your lips trembling ever so slightly as they curved downward.
Doyoung’s face softened even more as he brought his free hand up to your cheek, which you instantly leaned into, nuzzling against it slightly, his warm palm as comforting as ever.
“Believe me, I don’t want to leave you either,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “And it’s not your fault, baby. I didn’t want to say anything about it either. I was a little scared about… well, everything.”
“I know, I know,” you murmured, pulling him into a hug and shifting slightly so he could settle comfortably against you, his head resting on your chest. “I wish we could just skip all of that. Are we being too melodramatic?”
“Mmh, I don’t think so. Anyone would be on their knees if they knew they’d have to stay away from you for almost two years.” He lifted his head slightly to look up at you, a smile forming and growing even wider when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And how are you feeling, love?”
You didn’t even need to say much, the atmosphere between you was already back to normal, light, smooth. Nothing like that awkward tension lingering in the air, just a simple conversation setting things right.
“I should be asking you that, you’re the one enlisting,” you said, caressing his face delicately.
“I guess I feel the same way everyone else does when they’re about to enter the army,” he chuckled softly. “There’s nothing very exciting about going, so I don’t have much to say other than that I’ll miss you a lot.”
Now it was your turn to look at him with soft eyes, your lips forming a small pout as you nodded. “God, I’ll miss you too,” you said, tightening your embrace. “Can’t you just—I don’t know, just not do it?”
“Oh, so you mean if I were to simply refuse to comply with the country’s laws, become a criminal, and have my face plastered all over the news so I can stay with you?” he raised an eyebrow.
You nodded. “Precisely.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at how bluntly you said it, straightening up so he could press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that made you smile back.
“As tempting as that is,” he paused briefly, “I’d rather not live the life of an outlaw.”
“Well,” you shrugged, “I think that would be a beautiful demonstration of love.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes and pulled you closer, once again sealing your lips in a simple peck before pulling away. “I’m pretty sure I can show you that in many other ways, hm?” he murmured, just a few centimeters from your face.
“Like faking your death and canceling your enlistment?” you whispered back, which earned you a deadpan look from him.
“Let’s not take it that far, shall we?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Instead, I think we should enjoy the last hours we have left, right?”
“Mmmh, I still prefer my idea,” you shrugged lightly, “but I guess yours sounds fine too.”
“Yes, strongly agree,” he leaned in again, cupping your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly and wasting no time before kissing you, his soft lips meeting yours in the same sweet way, even more tender than usual.
His tongue, just as delicately, traced along your lips, asking for permission, which you readily granted as you parted them and let his warm, wet tongue meet yours. Your hands, resting against his chest, gripped his shirt a little tighter, wrinkling the fabric beneath your fingers.
He pulled away just a little to look at you.
“Bed?” he asked, a little breathless.
You nodded with a big smile.
“Bed!”
He got up and took you along with him toward the bedroom, the short path filled with kisses and giggles until your back met the fluffy mattress, his tall figure hovering over you, not letting your tongue take a break while his hands wandered over your body.
None of his actions were rushed, the kisses, the touches, everything moved at the perfect pace. His fingers caressed your arms up and down gently, appreciatively, memorizing every inch of you. Soon, they slipped under your shirt, tracing your belly then squeezing your waist as his lips changed their path to your neck and down your cleavage, leaving behind a trail of warm, lingering kisses.
Your arms, which had previously been wrapped around his neck to keep him close, moved down to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it off. You hummed in satisfaction at the heavy sigh that left him the moment your hands met his bare skin.
Doyoung’s slender fingers found their way to your core after slipping past the barrier of your pants, immediately meeting the dampness on your panties. He rubbed firm, slow circles over your clothed cunt, the movement making both of you tremble.
“Gonna miss this so bad,” he murmured against your chest, nibbling at your cleavage, already feeling himself growing uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants. He pulled his hand away from where you needed it most, making you whine in protest and earning a soft chuckle from him. “Just gonna clear our way, darling.”
He quickly worked on the buttons of your shirt, slipping it off with your help and leaving your breasts fully on display for him. The sight alone made his mouth water as he kissed his way down to the valley between them.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he praised softly along the way, until he captured one of your breasts in his mouth. His warm tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, sucking the hardened bud gently and drawing sighs of pleasure from you.
His hands weren’t idle either. While he enjoyed the feel of your soft mound against his tongue, he also worked your pants and panties down, having you lift your hips slightly so he could slide them off and let you finish the job by kicking them away.
He slid two digits through your folds, coating his fingers in your warm, sticky juices. The sensation made you moan softly and roll your hips down toward his hand, craving more friction.
Doyoung pulled away from your breast with a soft pop, the cold air hitting the damp spot he had left behind. Once again, he trailed kisses all over you, slowly working his way down your body, as if each one were meant to make sure you would remember both the sensation of having him touching you and his feelings for you, even when you were apart.
“Doyoung, can you—ah, h-hurry up a little?” You looked down at him, your walls fluttering as he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger.
“No need to rush, darling,” he laughed against your skin. “I’m almost there.”
He kept pressing kisses all over you as he made his way down your body, until he reached your thighs, sucking and biting at the sensitive inner flesh, inching closer and closer to the treasure between your legs.
He wasn’t one to tease you for too long, so it didn’t take long before the tip of his tongue was swirling around your clit. The sensation made your hips jolt upward in both pleasure and surprise, which prompted him to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you back down, keeping you right where he wanted you.
“Didn’t even start yet, don’t try to run away like that,” he said before sucking hard on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and clutch the sheets tightly, your toes tingling from the intensity.
He darted his tongue out again and slowly dragged it down through your slick folds, collecting all of your wetness as he went, humming in satisfaction at the familiar taste in his mouth. The tip of his tongue teased your entrance, poking at it and making you instinctively try to close your legs, an effort that failed, since he was holding you open for him.
He pushed his tongue inside you while sucking at you at the same time, eating you out like a pro, as usual. Your back arched slightly off the bed, soft hums and moans slipping from your lips as you draped one arm over your eyes, completely lost in the physical pleasure he was giving you.
“Y-yes… just like that,” your voice trembled as you pushed your hips down, craving even more from him.
Doyoung’s hands caressed every inch of you they could reach, never once letting up with his mouth, thrusting the wet muscle insistently into your tight little hole. The obscene, wet sounds were impossible to ignore as he made out with your cunt, devoted, like he wouldn't have the chance to have you like that ever again.
One of his hands left your legs to give your clit the attention it desperately needed, his thumb circling the sensitive nerve in the same slow rhythm as his mouth, building your tension patiently, the sounds you made for him alone like music in his ears and the perfect incentive he needed.
A few more strokes of his tongue, paired with the steady rubbing of your clit, and you could feel your body tensing up. A hot sensation pooled between your thighs before quickly rising, spreading through you in waves.
“God, I’m gonna c—” your breath hitched as the warm, white, sticky fluid spilled from your body, immediately welcomed by his waiting tongue, moaning as he licked you clean.
“That was so hot, baby, you're so pretty,” he praised softly, continuing to give you light sucks and gentle kisses, helping you ride out your high. He only paused when you tugged him up toward you, eager to pull him into a kiss instead.
He melted instantly, letting you roll over him as he tugged at your hair, pulling you closer until your chests pressed together. He felt your hand stroking his cock through his pants, his moans swallowed by your mouth as you kissed him.
You tugged his clothes down and helped free him from them, his movements more desperate than he’d meant them to be. He almost whimpered when he felt your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking up and down in slow, delicate motions, spreading his precum along his length.
“Feels that good?” you asked with a soft giggle when he hissed.
“Fuck… you have no idea,” he muttered, biting down on his lower lip, nodding and whining when you gave him a gentle squeeze.
You let go of his cock and shifted to sit over it, rolling your hips back and forth so your folds brushed against him. The simple sensation of your slick lips dragging over his length was heavenly, making his cock twitch in anticipation, aching to be inside you.
His eyes shone when you lifted your upper body and rested your hands on his chest, clearly ready to give him exactly what he needed most in that moment. He shifted slightly, pushing himself up until he was almost sitting, his back resting against the headboard.
His breath grew heavy as he watched you lift your hips slightly, guiding his cock to your entrance. His mouth fell open in a perfect o the moment you sank down on him, a strained, broken sound tearing from deep in his throat as he felt your walls close around him, tight, warm, and fitting him perfectly.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, letting himself be filled with you. His head spun, emotions overwhelming enough that he honestly felt like he could cry.
“God, I love you,” he whimpered, pressing soft kisses to your skin, your name spilling from his lips when you rolled your hips just a little. His voice was muffled against your neck. “So… so much.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle between your own quiet moans, your walls fluttering around him at the sweetness of the confession.
“I love you too,” you replied, beginning to move on his lap, lifting yourself slowly, then sinking back down. A soft whimper escaped you when your clit brushed against him, still too sensitive from your previous orgasm.
His moans didn’t echo through the room only because his face was buried deep in the crook of your neck, unwilling to pull away from you even for a second. One of your arms circled his shoulders while your other hand pressed against the back of his head, keeping him close as you rode him.
“Love you so much,” he mumbled, breath hitching every time his cock met the softness inside you. “G-gonna miss you so bad, baby.”
It didn’t take long at all to reduce him to a blabbering mess, murmured I love yous, whispered confessions about how perfect you were to him, how he didn’t deserve you, how he couldn’t imagine leaving without you. Sweet nothings spilled endlessly from his lips as you carried him straight to paradise—and it wasn’t even an exaggeration, he was incapable of being normal when it came to you.
Feeling his climax approaching, he began to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. His movements grew sloppy, desperate and erratic, losing strength with every push. His head fell back as his balls tightened heavily, and he didn’t even need to say a word. He was always so sensitive, so expressive, it was easy to tell when he was about to come.
With one last sink down, he spilled inside you, hot spurts pulling a broken sound from his open mouth, his voice lost to the intensity of his orgasm. His body went limp beneath you, completely spent. You leaned down against him as well, just as exhausted, his arms slipping around your waist in a loose, comforting hold while you both struggled to catch your breath.
Doyoung was soon peppering countless kisses on your your shoulder, trapping you in a tight hug that drew soft giggles from your lips.
“Is it safe to say I’m seriously considering deserting?” he asked, raising a brow as you pulled back just enough to look at him, a smirk tugging at your mouth.
“Well,” you replied lightly, wiggling your eyebrows and making him laugh, “I can make a few calls…”
“Yeah, nevermind,” he pulled the blankets up around you both. “When you give me that look, I know it’s a bad idea.”
“What?!” you protested. “I’ve traced a few really good plans, okay?”
“Like faking my death?” he asked, gently brushing strands of hair away from your face.
“That’s just one of them,” you shrugged. “Glad you didn’t forget. It’s still on the table.”
“Alright, alright, my crime queen,” he chuckled softly. “Seems like we both need some rest, right?”
Your expression mirrored his happy, content one as you smiled back at him, soft and tender.
“You need to come back quickly, Doyoung…”
“Of course, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back to you in no time.”
first i wanna say i love ur writing!!!!!! today im actually grieving the loss of doyoung to the military and id like to ask if u could do like a passionate evening ( so NSFW ) w him the night before he enlists???? i feel awkward asking but id rlly love a kinda long-ish one shot of this. but u can pick the length u are comfortable with and the way u think suits best!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️ i'd be so grateful <333:3
HAIII ANOOOONNN 😣😣😣 SORRY FOR THE DELAY, hope you are still there... AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH, IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT 🥺💓💓, i get you, doye leaving right when bubu came back 💔💔💔 time will fly and he'll be here soon, trust!!! AND NO NEED TO FEEL AWKWARD, BABY, I GOT YOU, KEEP COMING BACK!!!
PLUS... i... i tried to make it longer but i couldn't extend a lot... i'm sorry if it's not of your liking, i'll keep truing my best 🥺 i really hope you like this one too!!
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| summary | Doyoung's enlistment had finally arrived, and neither of you two is truly ready to
| summary | Doyoung's enlistment had finally arrived, and neither of you two is truly ready to be apart.
| a/n | uuh h-hi ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)... i'm back... kinda?... i'm writing everything, cuties, please keep waiting for me... yes, i came back to my last layout cuz the other one was too ugly AND ITS BEEN A WHILE PLEASE I HOPE YALL LIKE IT, SPECIALLY U, ANON!! >.<
| cw | smut, fluff, oral (f), unprotected sex, pet names.
| wc | 3.9k words.
You had been preparing for this moment for months. You knew everyone had delayed it as much as possible but, as always, the future you feared was bound to arrive sooner or later. Even though you tried to push the thought away as the days drew closer, it was undeniable that he had to leave.
As was almost inevitable for any man in that country, Doyoung needed to serve his nation for a certain period of time, given the history of the peninsula, still full of tension since the war. Utter foolishness, you thought. Only because they were taking your beloved away from you. It wasn’t fair!
Of course, despite everything, it wasn’t the end of the world. You knew you’d see him again. Even so, that wasn't enough to make you feel any less unhappy, a year and a half away from the love of your life felt painfully close to torture.
You couldn’t help feeling down about the news: tomorrow was the day Doyoung would leave you. Honestly, you had already been suffering for weeks, ever since he’d announced that he planned to enlist now.
You tried your best not to let it show, joining him at gatherings with friends and family to say goodbye, last dinners at restaurants, walks in the park, game nights, everything.
The words related to enlistment, the army, and everything in that lexical field were avoided by you like the devil avoids the cross. Anything that could remotely refer to it made you shut off your brain and simply not process it.
But, at the end of the day, you weren’t invincible to emotions. Not that you needed to act strong, you were just trying not to let it affect you too much because you knew yourself, and you knew that the moment you allowed yourself to truly feel, you would unravel into every kind of emotion, one worse than the other.
Not just that, but you also didn’t want to make it any more difficult than it already was for Doyoung himself. You knew it was hard to simply interrupt the course of your life to dedicate more than 540 days to such a task, so adding even more of your own melancholic feelings onto him wasn’t part of your plans.
Sometimes you were very innocent, or maybe scatterbrained would be the right term, for thinking that Doyoung, your partner of years, wouldn’t notice any change in your behavior, in the way you acted, in the way you spoke and, most importantly, in the things you did not say.
You were more sensitive than usual—any tiny inconvenience was enough to make you cry or stay irritated for the rest of the day. Watching movies, no matter the genre, would leave you in tears. You were also glued to him more than normal, constantly hugging him and demanding his attention even for the smallest things. When he was at work, texting and calling him all the time, with no break, had almost become a routine. It was as if you were truly trying to savor every last millisecond of his presence.
Of course, he wasn’t bothered by it in any way. In fact, he himself couldn’t stop calling you back, and he would run straight into your arms every time he had a spare moment. He knew that the reason you were in such a grey mood was because he would soon be leaving for mandatory military service, and he himself felt the same way.
But great minds think alike! Just like you, he tried to mask it by saying everything was okay. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, quite the opposite. He just wanted to make you forget that he would be away from you for such a long time. And it worked for the first few days, but soon he was met with those sad eyes that didn’t quite match your smile.
In the end, all of this led to a strange path—the two of you were surrounded by an... odd tension. It was almost funny, in a way. Neither of you brought up the subject when you were alone, and every now and then there were those pointless moments of silence, each of you lost in your own world, thinking about how to approach it, how to finally put the inevitable into words and have a proper talk, just the two of you.
Nevertheless, Kim Doyoung is not very good at keeping things that bother him to himself, and he’s even worse at avoiding important conversations for too long, especially when it comes to you.
That’s why he finally decided to talk to you. Nothing too grand or dramatic like a separation, but a conversation, because communication was the best way to sort things out and understand where you both stood, especially with less than a day left before he would finally leave. It wasn’t something that could be avoided any longer, either way.
So, he planned a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant, hoping to enjoy a lovely evening with you, to steal a few peaceful hours together and lift your spirits, even if only a little, which worked perfectly, since you loved being in his presence and sharing good food by his side.
The night was pleasant as well. The weather was a little cold, but that only made it better when you were walking back home, holding hands and staying so, so close to each other while talking about whatever had happened during dinner.
And then, once you were finally home, the warm atmosphere slowly began to dissipate, replaced by that bitter feeling of longing, even when he was right there beside you.
While he hung the coats on the rack, you headed to the kitchen to make a hot drink, even though neither of you gave the impression of needing anything to warm up; you simply wanted to distract yourself a little longer. Doyoung, in turn, watched you with attentive eyes, wondering if there was a right moment to talk about something that shouldn’t have even been that hard to adress.
You stood by the counter, your eyes fixed on the kettle on the stove, so focused that you reached that point where your vision blurred and your mind emptied of thoughts, just… looking without thinking.
Silently, Doyoung approached you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling when you turned your head slightly to look at him.
With a soft tone, he broke the brief silence you’d been lost in. “Don’t you think it’s time for us to have a conversation?” His voice came out a little muffled as he pressed his lips against your shoulder.
You hummed, shrugging slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He smiled softly and pulled away just enough to turn off the stove. Then he took your hand and gently tugged you along with him, heading toward the living room.
You let him lead you without a word of protest, settling beside him on the soft couch. Your hands remained intertwined, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin, a quiet, familiar gesture meant to calm you for whatever you were feeling or about to feel right now.
"So… I'm leaving tomorrow," he stated simply, like ripping off a bandage once and for all, straight to the point, watching your face to gauge your reaction. "And for some reason, we both decided to somehow ignore that, right?”
Yes, now, thanks to him, things were starting to feel a little too real. Your shoulders fell, the tension you’d been holding onto melting away as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips while you listened to him. It wasn’t that you were ignoring it, you were just… not talking about it so directly.
“I didn’t mean to make things awkward like that,” you murmured, your gaze dropping to your intertwined hands as your fingers tightened around his. “I just… I don’t want you to go.” When your eyes found his again, your brows drew together, your lips trembling ever so slightly as they curved downward.
Doyoung’s face softened even more as he brought his free hand up to your cheek, which you instantly leaned into, nuzzling against it slightly, his warm palm as comforting as ever.
“Believe me, I don’t want to leave you either,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “And it’s not your fault, baby. I didn’t want to say anything about it either. I was a little scared about… well, everything.”
“I know, I know,” you murmured, pulling him into a hug and shifting slightly so he could settle comfortably against you, his head resting on your chest. “I wish we could just skip all of that. Are we being too melodramatic?”
“Mmh, I don’t think so. Anyone would be on their knees if they knew they’d have to stay away from you for almost two years.” He lifted his head slightly to look up at you, a smile forming and growing even wider when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And how are you feeling, love?”
You didn’t even need to say much, the atmosphere between you was already back to normal, light, smooth. Nothing like that awkward tension lingering in the air, just a simple conversation setting things right.
“I should be asking you that, you’re the one enlisting,” you said, caressing his face delicately.
“I guess I feel the same way everyone else does when they’re about to enter the army,” he chuckled softly. “There’s nothing very exciting about going, so I don’t have much to say other than that I’ll miss you a lot.”
Now it was your turn to look at him with soft eyes, your lips forming a small pout as you nodded. “God, I’ll miss you too,” you said, tightening your embrace. “Can’t you just—I don’t know, just not do it?”
“Oh, so you mean if I were to simply refuse to comply with the country’s laws, become a criminal, and have my face plastered all over the news so I can stay with you?” he raised an eyebrow.
You nodded. “Precisely.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at how bluntly you said it, straightening up so he could press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that made you smile back.
“As tempting as that is,” he paused briefly, “I’d rather not live the life of an outlaw.”
“Well,” you shrugged, “I think that would be a beautiful demonstration of love.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes and pulled you closer, once again sealing your lips in a simple peck before pulling away. “I’m pretty sure I can show you that in many other ways, hm?” he murmured, just a few centimeters from your face.
“Like faking your death and canceling your enlistment?” you whispered back, which earned you a deadpan look from him.
“Let’s not take it that far, shall we?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Instead, I think we should enjoy the last hours we have left, right?”
“Mmmh, I still prefer my idea,” you shrugged lightly, “but I guess yours sounds fine too.”
“Yes, strongly agree,” he leaned in again, cupping your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly and wasting no time before kissing you, his soft lips meeting yours in the same sweet way, even more tender than usual.
His tongue, just as delicately, traced along your lips, asking for permission, which you readily granted as you parted them and let his warm, wet tongue meet yours. Your hands, resting against his chest, gripped his shirt a little tighter, wrinkling the fabric beneath your fingers.
He pulled away just a little to look at you.
“Bed?” he asked, a little breathless.
You nodded with a big smile.
“Bed!”
He got up and took you along with him toward the bedroom, the short path filled with kisses and giggles until your back met the fluffy mattress, his tall figure hovering over you, not letting your tongue take a break while his hands wandered over your body.
None of his actions were rushed, the kisses, the touches, everything moved at the perfect pace. His fingers caressed your arms up and down gently, appreciatively, memorizing every inch of you. Soon, they slipped under your shirt, tracing your belly then squeezing your waist as his lips changed their path to your neck and down your cleavage, leaving behind a trail of warm, lingering kisses.
Your arms, which had previously been wrapped around his neck to keep him close, moved down to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it off. You hummed in satisfaction at the heavy sigh that left him the moment your hands met his bare skin.
Doyoung’s slender fingers found their way to your core after slipping past the barrier of your pants, immediately meeting the dampness on your panties. He rubbed firm, slow circles over your clothed cunt, the movement making both of you tremble.
“Gonna miss this so bad,” he murmured against your chest, nibbling at your cleavage, already feeling himself growing uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants. He pulled his hand away from where you needed it most, making you whine in protest and earning a soft chuckle from him. “Just gonna clear our way, darling.”
He quickly worked on the buttons of your shirt, slipping it off with your help and leaving your breasts fully on display for him. The sight alone made his mouth water as he kissed his way down to the valley between them.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he praised softly along the way, until he captured one of your breasts in his mouth. His warm tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, sucking the hardened bud gently and drawing sighs of pleasure from you.
His hands weren’t idle either. While he enjoyed the feel of your soft mound against his tongue, he also worked your pants and panties down, having you lift your hips slightly so he could slide them off and let you finish the job by kicking them away.
He slid two digits through your folds, coating his fingers in your warm, sticky juices. The sensation made you moan softly and roll your hips down toward his hand, craving more friction.
Doyoung pulled away from your breast with a soft pop, the cold air hitting the damp spot he had left behind. Once again, he trailed kisses all over you, slowly working his way down your body, as if each one were meant to make sure you would remember both the sensation of having him touching you and his feelings for you, even when you were apart.
“Doyoung, can you—ah, h-hurry up a little?” You looked down at him, your walls fluttering as he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger.
“No need to rush, darling,” he laughed against your skin. “I’m almost there.”
He kept pressing kisses all over you as he made his way down your body, until he reached your thighs, sucking and biting at the sensitive inner flesh, inching closer and closer to the treasure between your legs.
He wasn’t one to tease you for too long, so it didn’t take long before the tip of his tongue was swirling around your clit. The sensation made your hips jolt upward in both pleasure and surprise, which prompted him to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you back down, keeping you right where he wanted you.
“Didn’t even start yet, don’t try to run away like that,” he said before sucking hard on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and clutch the sheets tightly, your toes tingling from the intensity.
He darted his tongue out again and slowly dragged it down through your slick folds, collecting all of your wetness as he went, humming in satisfaction at the familiar taste in his mouth. The tip of his tongue teased your entrance, poking at it and making you instinctively try to close your legs, an effort that failed, since he was holding you open for him.
He pushed his tongue inside you while sucking at you at the same time, eating you out like a pro, as usual. Your back arched slightly off the bed, soft hums and moans slipping from your lips as you draped one arm over your eyes, completely lost in the physical pleasure he was giving you.
“Y-yes… just like that,” your voice trembled as you pushed your hips down, craving even more from him.
Doyoung’s hands caressed every inch of you they could reach, never once letting up with his mouth, thrusting the wet muscle insistently into your tight little hole. The obscene, wet sounds were impossible to ignore as he made out with your cunt, devoted, like he wouldn't have the chance to have you like that ever again.
One of his hands left your legs to give your clit the attention it desperately needed, his thumb circling the sensitive nerve in the same slow rhythm as his mouth, building your tension patiently, the sounds you made for him alone like music in his ears and the perfect incentive he needed.
A few more strokes of his tongue, paired with the steady rubbing of your clit, and you could feel your body tensing up. A hot sensation pooled between your thighs before quickly rising, spreading through you in waves.
“God, I’m gonna c—” your breath hitched as the warm, white, sticky fluid spilled from your body, immediately welcomed by his waiting tongue, moaning as he licked you clean.
“That was so hot, baby, you're so pretty,” he praised softly, continuing to give you light sucks and gentle kisses, helping you ride out your high. He only paused when you tugged him up toward you, eager to pull him into a kiss instead.
He melted instantly, letting you roll over him as he tugged at your hair, pulling you closer until your chests pressed together. He felt your hand stroking his cock through his pants, his moans swallowed by your mouth as you kissed him.
You tugged his clothes down and helped free him from them, his movements more desperate than he’d meant them to be. He almost whimpered when he felt your fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking up and down in slow, delicate motions, spreading his precum along his length.
“Feels that good?” you asked with a soft giggle when he hissed.
“Fuck… you have no idea,” he muttered, biting down on his lower lip, nodding and whining when you gave him a gentle squeeze.
You let go of his cock and shifted to sit over it, rolling your hips back and forth so your folds brushed against him. The simple sensation of your slick lips dragging over his length was heavenly, making his cock twitch in anticipation, aching to be inside you.
His eyes shone when you lifted your upper body and rested your hands on his chest, clearly ready to give him exactly what he needed most in that moment. He shifted slightly, pushing himself up until he was almost sitting, his back resting against the headboard.
His breath grew heavy as he watched you lift your hips slightly, guiding his cock to your entrance. His mouth fell open in a perfect o the moment you sank down on him, a strained, broken sound tearing from deep in his throat as he felt your walls close around him, tight, warm, and fitting him perfectly.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, letting himself be filled with you. His head spun, emotions overwhelming enough that he honestly felt like he could cry.
“God, I love you,” he whimpered, pressing soft kisses to your skin, your name spilling from his lips when you rolled your hips just a little. His voice was muffled against your neck. “So… so much.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle between your own quiet moans, your walls fluttering around him at the sweetness of the confession.
“I love you too,” you replied, beginning to move on his lap, lifting yourself slowly, then sinking back down. A soft whimper escaped you when your clit brushed against him, still too sensitive from your previous orgasm.
His moans didn’t echo through the room only because his face was buried deep in the crook of your neck, unwilling to pull away from you even for a second. One of your arms circled his shoulders while your other hand pressed against the back of his head, keeping him close as you rode him.
“Love you so much,” he mumbled, breath hitching every time his cock met the softness inside you. “G-gonna miss you so bad, baby.”
It didn’t take long at all to reduce him to a blabbering mess, murmured I love yous, whispered confessions about how perfect you were to him, how he didn’t deserve you, how he couldn’t imagine leaving without you. Sweet nothings spilled endlessly from his lips as you carried him straight to paradise—and it wasn’t even an exaggeration, he was incapable of being normal when it came to you.
Feeling his climax approaching, he began to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. His movements grew sloppy, desperate and erratic, losing strength with every push. His head fell back as his balls tightened heavily, and he didn’t even need to say a word. He was always so sensitive, so expressive, it was easy to tell when he was about to come.
With one last sink down, he spilled inside you, hot spurts pulling a broken sound from his open mouth, his voice lost to the intensity of his orgasm. His body went limp beneath you, completely spent. You leaned down against him as well, just as exhausted, his arms slipping around your waist in a loose, comforting hold while you both struggled to catch your breath.
Doyoung was soon peppering countless kisses on your your shoulder, trapping you in a tight hug that drew soft giggles from your lips.
“Is it safe to say I’m seriously considering deserting?” he asked, raising a brow as you pulled back just enough to look at him, a smirk tugging at your mouth.
“Well,” you replied lightly, wiggling your eyebrows and making him laugh, “I can make a few calls…”
“Yeah, nevermind,” he pulled the blankets up around you both. “When you give me that look, I know it’s a bad idea.”
“What?!” you protested. “I’ve traced a few really good plans, okay?”
“Like faking my death?” he asked, gently brushing strands of hair away from your face.
“That’s just one of them,” you shrugged. “Glad you didn’t forget. It’s still on the table.”
“Alright, alright, my crime queen,” he chuckled softly. “Seems like we both need some rest, right?”
Your expression mirrored his happy, content one as you smiled back at him, soft and tender.
“You need to come back quickly, Doyoung…”
“Of course, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back to you in no time.”
@jae10velies, @bamjjwi e @spacejip thank you very much 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ your colors really reflect a little how i see you, thats so very cool 🙂↕️ guys u have no idea how hard it was to find haechan in sometjing remotely pink.
this was actually so hard for me you don’t understand ... honourable mentions to coco, the fox and the hound, star wars: episode lll- revenge of the sith and isle of dogs (there’s so many more tho)
🏷️ @remtrack @peterm4rker @cigsaftersuh @hnykiss @82sim @jsbluu @bridgertonletsgo @lyvhie + anyone who wants to join !
ALSO, IVE BEEN VERY SILENT EVER SINCE I SAW THAR... what is that hes not real. thats an illusion. how can someone look like that in real life. i refuse to believe.
OK, HAI HELLO, FRIENDS!!!! ILL BE UPDATING SOON, VERY SOON!!! free from uni, ill try to finish as many requests as i can >.<
E2L HYUCK, I'M WRITING OK?! i kinda made it a little too complicated, but i'm seeing the light... ill finish and post it as soon as i can!!! PLEASE, I DIDNT FORGET YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OTHER THAN THAT, I HOPE EVERYONE IS FINE AND READY TO HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS!!!!
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