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CEE : 22 : SHE

hello and welcome to my blog ! i’m cee or cece, i am new to tumblr and i will only write for tomorrow x together :)

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smut drabbles : writing for ot5

sober thoughts — yeonjun x reader tears — soobin x reader

make it up — taehyun x reader beomgyu + kai [tbd]

[ageless blogs & minors DNI] — all my works will be properly tagged, but steer clear regardless, thank you!

[solomdans]

make it up — kth.

pairings ; taehyun x fem!reader

busy schedules and missed quality time, but with him, you never have to ask twice for reassurance and change you can feel with every sense.

wc 」 1.8k

genre › established relationship, smut, slight angst, fluffish.

warnings — basically pwp, soft dom!taehyun, slow and sensual, taehyun calls reader good girl, mentions of feeling neglected/ alone at the start, oral (f receiving), let me know if i missed any!

notes fiancé taehyun on my mind forever. i think he’d be soo giving and despite being a hard dom most of the time, he’d fold if you told him to. anyway, comments & feedback appreciated as always!

it’d been a year since the most magical night of your life—where he’d gotten on one knee and asked you to be his forever. now, the same hand bearing your engagement ring felt heavy as it undid the straps of your torturous heels, him on the couch zoned in on anything but you.

resigned tears brimmed your eyes, what had become your routine the past few weeks. wake up, be all smiles for his events, sleep alone, repeat. maybe he had felt it too, but the indifference in his gaze whenever he saw your expression that yearned for his touch, the wishful thinking dissipated.

setting your shoes neatly beside you on the floor, your palms found their way to your forehead, elbows resting on your knees. it was characteristically silent in the living room, a habit that replaced the once music and laughter-filled atmosphere of his place, your place. without much thought, quiet sobs began pushing past your reddened lips.

“honey?” his voice felt foreign, one that usually brought so much comfort, now felt like another stab to your gut. his steps towards you were careful, warm hand finding its place in your hair, caressing it softly, “what’s the matter?”

your face is slow to emerge from its shelter, trembling bottom lip on full display for him to see. his eyes still looked like they held the stars in them, the calm in your turbulent storm. somehow it still felt like he had the solution to all of your problems, as long as you let him try.

“i can’t be a robot anymore,” your voice cracked as the sentence forced its way through you, tears beginning to trace your cheek, “i can’t keep doing these events like i’m not wondering if you’ve outgrown me before the rest of our lives have even started.”

his hum of acknowledgement is quiet, irises becoming more reflective by the second, and his instinct bringing him to his knees before you. you who brought out nothing but the best in him, and you who sat helplessly needing him to answer for his shortcomings.

taehyun was always one to drown in work, giving no regard to anything, or anyone, as he perfected something. in a way, his selfish need to be better, to tangibly improve, had never been a problem until he met you. suddenly, nights where he would have usually dove into tuning his technique became filled with your laughter and mindless questions about nothing. and worse, he found himself preferring it.

he never had a doubt in his mind that you were his forever, even when that meant making his passion share the stage with the object of all his affection. he was convinced he would give everything up for you if you asked, and knowing that you would never make him choose was exactly why. his soft coos mixed in with a string of meaningful apologies, eye contact from his lower angle while his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face.

voice gentle as ever filling your ears and clogging all doubt. it made you feel silly to have ever doubted him, yet none of his tone seemed of any defensive nature, instead absolving you of all blame and placing it on the broad shoulders your hands clung to.

“i will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. please, just promise me you’ll stay.” your heart almost broke at the rawness in his voice, his hands instinctively holding your face flush between them. your shy nod came accompanied by a sniffle, feet finally brave enough to push himself towards you.

your eyes fluttered closed at the felling of his lips on your forehead. he gently made his way through your nose bridge, kissing every inch he could; even gentler as he kissed the remaining tears built up on your lashes. you giggled simply at his speed picking up, his hand traveling to the back of your neck, and feeling the subtle smile against your skin.

“can you let me make it up to you?” his usual dominant air held more weight to it, almost begging you to let him back in. your yes came quietly, soft sniffles as he effortlessly lifted you by your waist and held you against him on the walk towards your shared bedroom.

the room was engulfed in darkness when you entered, cheek resting against taehyun’s shoulder. he turned the lamp on, setting you down at the center of the bed. for some reason, you felt awkward. despite the familiarity of intimacy between you two, tonight felt different.

you’d finally trusted him enough to say he’d hurt you, feeling like a porcelain doll under his gaze. sex with taehyun was always passionate, always at the peak of infatuation, and him burying inside with little remorse; and you liked it that way, but it felt much too contrasting to the fragile state you were both in, and he knew that.

his eyes scanned your figure fondly, still clad in your evening dress, makeup perfected under your careful hands he adored holding. his own hands slowly caressed your exposed shoulder, fingertips skimming down your arm as if this were his first time exploring you.

tentatively, he lowered one of the straps of your dress as he came closer, plump lips leaving open mouthed kisses against the most tender parts of your neck and shoulder.

“you’re so beautiful.” he breathed against you, to you or to himself, you did not know. your soft breaths began to fill the room, the lightness of his touch making you hyperaware of everything he was doing.

you helped him shrug off both of your dress straps, his mouth never leaving your skin for a second. by now, he would have marked countless claims on your body, a mess of teeth and saliva adorning you both, but tonight, he held back. he was taking his time simply admiring you as you are, not as his, but as who he fell in love with.

he traveled down to your breasts, mouth attaching to your sensitive nipple expertly, causing your grip around his bicep to tighten slightly, attempting to suppress any noise from leaving your mouth.

he knew just how to push all your points with ease, an ease only someone who has studied you meticulously could have. swirling around your bud, his hand squeezed your thigh wrapped around him, inching his way to your core.

the way he towered over you only made your reactions more evident, eyes fluttering as you watched the way his arm reached the hem of your dress before lifting it, your legs unable to even remotely close with him between them.

his calloused fingers played with the edge of your damp lacy panties, a soft sigh leaving him, “i haven’t even touched you, baby.” he sounded more amused than scolding, eyes finally moving to watch your dazed face.

you were already so drunk on his touch, scent, breath, eyes, that you barely registered him gently slipping your dress off. he now laid level with your clothed cunt, plump lips trailing soft kisses on your inner thigh.

his teeth attached to the center of the lace first, index fingers helping him slowly edge the garment off of you. huge eyes never left yours. a whimper escaped you, the feather-lightness of his touch on your hot skin caused your back to arch off the bed involuntarily, mind completely giving itself over to him.

he took another second before planting a soft kiss on your bundle of nerves still behind by your lips. his hands gently pushed your thighs further apart, and he licked a strip to the top.

a choked whine, another arch of your back. whether this was torture or paradise, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

you felt his long fingers carefully spread you open, and another kiss planted right on your clit. you felt the vibrations of his satisfied hum right at your core, and all your composure escaped you as he began dipping his tongue inside your already pulsing hole.

he lapped slowly, savoring every drop until his tongue could remember your taste by heart. his free hand reached to hold yours, interlocking your fingers before picking up his pace.

your moans were music to his ears, every please had him quickening his pace. you laid so vulnerable before him, trusting him to make you feel like you held the world at the tip of his tongue, and you did.

he began lapping wildly, index finger prodding at your entrance shyly. your other hand reached for his hair, curses and chants of his name echoing like a prayer in your shared sanctuary.

“please, tyun i’m so close—” your pleas were cut off by his finger fully entering you, immediately curling to press against your sensitive spot. the moans that left you were entirely too obscene for the care he was giving your pussy right now, eyes fixed on your breasts and what you allowed him to see of your face (with your increasingly erratic movements).

“i want you to cum on my mouth, baby. please, be a good girl and cum for me?” he whined against you, attempting to kitten lick your clit between every word, “let me taste every drop.”

you did not need to be told twice, the knot in your stomach releasing around his digit at his words, and failing to control how hard your back and legs convulsed. he continued his ministrations until he felt you calm down, slowly slipping his finger out of you. with a kiss, his lips made one final stop at your still-sensitive cunt before he rose to hover above you again.

his index finger clad in your cum made its way towards your mouth, opening it for him without any hesitation. your lips wrapped around him, tasting yourself, tasting what he had done.

a smile graced his beautiful face, hair sticking to his forehead, and the bottom half of it covered in your arousal. your hand went to cover your own face in sudden embarrassment, his chuckle filling the room as he placed a kiss to the back of your hand still interlocked with his.

“you have no idea how perfect you are to me.” his voice came more serious, and closer this time. “i’m sorry i had you doubt that for even a second.”

his words filled you with a warmth not even his skilled mouth could, and you pulled him impossibly closer, peppering kisses on his head and clearing his forehead tenderly.

he took care of clean up, per usual, and the next morning you found yourself in the predicament of food vs pleasure, which was a choice you gladly let your husband-to-be decide.

[solomdans]

tears — csb.

pairings ; soobin x fem!reader

not seeing your boyfriend for a month did make the heart grow fonder, and the need to return his kindness even stronger.

wc 」 2k

genre › established relationship, smut, domestic.

warnings — basically pwp, oral (m receiving), big dick soobin, masturbation, soobin calls reader butterfly once, being overworked, etc. let me know if i missed any!

notes — set out for this to be just plainly freaked out but then landed on domestic soob and it really is just tears by sabrina lolol. feedback appreciated!

it had been an excruciatingly long month.

nothing had gone the way it was supposed to, pressure at work hitting an all time high due to the holiday season, and too busy to even breathe a sigh outside of the four walls of your apartment. it had become a routine to log on, mentally disappear for eight hours, eat, and go straight to bed.

you and soobin had been together for a few months now, and you both knew when space was needed, especially with stress levels being so high. you had texted a few times a week to check in, make sure the other was still alive, but phone calls were far and few between, much less any dates.

he proved his undefeated title as your saving grace, however, when he suggested he stay the night on the last friday of the month; something you agreed to a little too eagerly the previous weekend, causing him to echo the chuckle of his you missed beyond words.

the final week proved to be the worst of all, feeling yourself dragging on friday, eyes half lidded as you closed your laptop. like clockwork, soobin knocked at your door with his typical “here :)” text appearing on your screen almost instantly.

sliding your bunny slippers across the hardwood floor, you flashed him a groggy smile before all your senses became inexplicably full of him.

you felt your waterline tickle with timid tears as you melted into his hug, his nose nuzzling all over your hair and neck, inhaling deeply, as if your perfume was an anecdote. curved lips landing the most tender kisses to your temple and forehead while his foot shut the door with a click.

pulling away, his hands cupped your face as he stared, taking note of your slightly glossed eyes, but making no mention of it. his irises drank every detail of your face with reverence, your own fixating on the slight pout of his bottom lip and ever so subtly furrowed brows.

“have you slept?” is the first thing he asks, causing you to blink at the suddenness of such a practical question.

“not really.. have you?” your face leans into his left hand, angling slightly to plant a soft kiss to his palm, your hands at his waist toying with the fabric of his shirt.

he exhales through his nose, causing a warm smile to bloom on your lips at the obvious question and appearance of the precious dimples you adore. his dark circles were visible even in the dim light of the room, and he was still in his favorite practice clothes, the faded minions on the gray top watching the two of you be pathetically in love and sleep deprived.

he reaches towards the door to lock it before wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up to slowly waddle his way to your room. once he enters, you bury your face in his shoulder out of embarrassment. the floor was a mix of papers, pens, clothes, and the occasional can of an energy drink. he kissed your temple again at this, laying you down on the bed to hover above you.

blinking slowly up at him, he reached to turn off the bedside lamp, the only light coming into the space being the soft blue of the already set sun. he leans in slowly, kissing your cheek once, then twice, “you sleep. i’m going to shower.” he spoke softly, as if you were already asleep and he did not want to wake you.

you hummed in protest, even your brain yearning to just be close to him again, “please just stay.” the pout in your tone was evident, his determination almost caving. he made a small whine at how cute your face looked, eyes closed and turning to the side, as if your anger held any real weight.

“i feel gross, baby, i promise i’ll be back before you know, okay?” he was speaking directly on your tight lipped pout, leaving lazy opened mouth kisses to melt your resolve.

it proved to be sufficient, causing a sigh to leave you before returning his efforts. he smiled, getting up before grabbing the shorts you had taken off in the process. you wore on of his shirts, he noticed, and he neatly folded the clothing before making his way out of your room as quietly as possible.

you fell asleep almost instantly, everything finally catching up to you.

he was tired, sure, but the look on your face when you see your whole apartment cleaned up, with some warm food on the stove, would make up for endless sleepless nights; so that’s exactly what he set out to do.

when he had finished the outside and cooked a simple but hearty meal, he snuck back into your room, tidying everything without making a sound.

the next thing you remember is the soft glow of the beside lamp barely illuminating the now dark room. you reached to the other side of the bed before hearing the gentle padding of the shower come to a stop.

a frown took over your features, checking the clock to find two hours had passed. a yawn escaped you as you sat up, the sight before you almost jolting you entirely awake.

the floor was clear, your setup was back in place, there was no mess on the table next to you, and even the piles of paper on the floor had been grouped and stacked on your desk.

to make matters worse, this was when soobin decided to walk back in, loose fitted button up shirt with about half the buttons loose, and his underwear band peeking scandalously over his sweatpants— clothes he had left behind before, no doubt.

your jaw nearly hit the ground, his tender voice asking how you slept, saying there was food on the stove, and confusion at your lack of response fading to a blur.

“can you come here, please?” was all you muttered, blinking up at his figure as he neared, puzzlement written all over his features.

“yeah?” he looked down, watching your eyes scan over his neck, collarbones, and chest before your hand reached in to the opening of his top, parting the fabric and running your hands from the center of his abdomen to his sides, “you didn’t have to do all that, you know?” you mutter half heartedly, not focused on anything but the subtle responses he was giving to your touch.

“i wanted to, butterfly.” his voice was as candid as humanly possible, large hand reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. you gulped at the nickname, suddenly sounding more tantalizing than endearing.

“how can i ever make it up to you?” you mused shamelessly, fingers moving to the waistband of his boxers without hesitation. soobin felt all drops of sleep draining from his system at your question, eyes darkening to focus on you.

his hand moved from your ear to your chin, thumb pressing softly against your lips. instinctively, you parted them for him, swirling your tongue around his thumb before taking it into your mouth. his breath hitched, so hyper-focused on your tongue that he barely noticed you pulling his sweats until they hit the floor.

you practically crawled off the bed, repositioning yourself on your knees before removing his thumb from your mouth, lips immediately attaching to his lower abs. biting softly and sucking marks onto his perfect stomach, his quiet whimpers feeling like a reward.

“don’t tease me.” he warned half-heartedly with a soft tug to your hair. you smiled into him at this, getting one last look before biting the waistband, pulling it down slowly with your teeth.

he groaned at the sight, mouth agape as he helped you take them off the rest of the way and following your unspoken nudge to sit on the bed. you gulped at the sight of his already hard length hitting the same area you had just left hickeys on, squeezing your thighs together with anticipation.

“you’re so big, bin, i don’t know how i ever fit you anywhere.” your voice is like a drug to him, dick twitching at the way you ogle him so freely.

your tongue touches the underside of him first, before you plant a kiss to his tip. he bites back a moan, your hand looking unbearably small as you grip his base.

almost as impatient as him, you immediately start taking him into your mouth. at first, only taking in a bit past his head before going back up. your eyes flutter upwards, wanting to take in every reaction he graces you with.

taking in more of him, you hold back your reflex as he hits the back of your throat before you’ve even taken him in all the way. his noises are a lot clearer now, head rolling up to the ceiling and neck veins showing deliciously.

there’s practically a pool in your panties right now as you bob your head, occasionally moving to take his balls into your mouth just to hear the most desparate noises come out of him.

your free hand starts reaching down to touch yourself while you do, which is when soobin finally has the strength to look back down at you, taking notice and threading his hand through your hair.

“you love this cock so much you’re playing with your pretty pussy right now?” he pants, taking everything in him to not moan while he asked that. he was about to say something else before he heard you whine around his length and going even faster, a whimper catching in his throat.

he was close, and you knew it from his breath getting shallower and grip on your hair getting tighter. your throat was on fire, but you didn’t dare slow down, tears streaming down your cheeks while you looked up at him.

curses were falling from his lips, and he finally looked back down at you, sweat beading his forehead, brows furrowed, and tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his pink lips. making eye contact with you was the last straw, a final whine leaving his mouth before he held your head flush to his pelvis, “fuck, fuck… please.”

you breathed through your nose, your own clit pulsing, walls spasming around nothing. after a moment like this, his grip finally loosened, breathing through his mouth as he reached down to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“my sweetest baby,” his tone was soft, helping you up before his hands began to soothe your knees, “you did so well for me.”

his lips began placing soft kisses to your thighs, hands, arms, and collarbone before he reached your face, now standing up to look down at you.

“the least i could do for my housewife.” you joke, voice sounding slightly different than it did before. he exhales a chuckle, hands landing at your waist, “i was going to tell you to eat, but i think you want to challenge me, no?”

you try to bite back a smile, “men can’t be housewives now?” he rolls his eyes, picking you up and tossing you on the bed. he climbs over you, right hand trailing down to cup you over your panties.

“you’re this wet and want to act tough?” he laughs, and you clamp your thighs around his hand sheepishly, “maybe…” a giggle passes your lips before parting your legs for him again.

your freshly clean apartment was then made filthy by the obscene noises he pulled out of you—food long forgotten on the stove, and soobin becoming a frequent night-spender at your place that very same day.

[solomdans]

sober thoughts — cyj.

pairings ; yeonjun x fem!reader

something about the way your eyes devoured each other every chance you got had been noticed by everyone but the two in question, and maybe your friends getting you guys drunk was their way of ridding themselves of the tension.

wc 」 1.5k

genre › friends to lovers, smut, 2 drunk idiots in love.

warnings — basically pwp, mostly dom!yeonjun x sub!reader but yj is down horrendously, dry humping, semi-public, they’ve been drinking, messy make-out, brief choking, marking, yj calls reader princess, fluff if you squint, let me know if i missed any!

notes ahhhh first work on here kind of nervoussss, i hope you guys like it! every time i think of pouty jjunie from suchwita i’m reminded of the vid from the pics above lol

“you’re beautiful.”

dazed eyes make their way to the boy practically on his knees before you, mind lazily making an etch of the image to visit later.

“i’m not just saying that ‘cause i’m drunk, really.” his words are slurred beyond the cute accent on the tip of his tongue that drags along his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his mouth from drying out mid sentence.

you smile softly at him, cheeks flushed and the bit of eye shadow you had put on him earlier is smudged past the corners of his eyes. you remember how close you’d been, how much you felt his need to kiss you, but ultimate restrain at your lack of initiative. maybe you wanted to kiss him a million times before then, and maybe you really wanted to kiss the pout off his lips now.

your eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand while your index made its way to his cheek, softly running over the rosiest parts of his face, “you wanna do something for me?” your own voice sounded beyond gone to your ears, whether it was because of the alcohol or the absolutely helpless look he was giving you right now, you did not know.

yeonjun did not care to look pitiful in front of you, one of the only people he could say that about. despite the loud music blaring through his eardrums and the party lights irregularly flashing over the two of you, he knew he’d do anything you asked him to in this very moment.

“yeah.” his answer slipped past his lips with ease, blinking lazily up at your figure, eyes trained on your face, his cheeks somehow feeling warmer at the trail your delicate finger left in its wake.

your moves felt like they slowed down time for him, he barely noticed the camera flash as your hand brought the glass to his face, and neither did you, lips immediately parting at your silent instruction.

he drank the liquid heartily, with purpose, because you had asked him to. you could barely contain the parting of your own lips at the way his eyes squinted just slightly at the burn of the drink. everything suddenly felt unbearably dry and the only thing that could help would be his lips on yours.

tapping his face once he finished, you knelt down to his level, lips hot against the shell of his ear, “come with me.” you meant for it to sound more calm than it did, desperation dripping through your words as you pulled away just enough to look at his eyes.

your friends, in their own inebriated states, pretended to act shocked at your proximity. it had been well over a year of them watching the two of you pine hopelessly for the other and falling for each and every jealousy trap you set up along the way.

it always ended the same way, with the two of you cuddled up in his room, your favorite hoodie of his snug against your figure, and his fingers lazily playing with your hair while you drifted to sleep; always towing the line between something and nothing at all. tonight, the innocence and complexity from those moments were completely wiped from his memory the second he had seen you standing over him—he nodded immediately, letting your hand guide him through the crowded club to what he could only assume was the back entrance. his suspicions confirmed at the crisp air hitting his face.

at the shut of the door, part of him sobered up enough to take his jacket off and drape it over your figure, arms flexing for warmth at their new exposure to the night.

your eyes landed on him, all confidence from earlier dissolving into a puddle now that the streetlights gave you a clear view of his soft face.

“what’s wrong?” his raspy voice echoed past your doubt.

“i want,” was all you managed to choke out, voice rougher than you had anticipated. he only stared at you patiently, and after a few more beats of silence from you, his eyes softened further, “yeah?”

“i really want to kiss you.” your own eyes shut at your simple admission, the alcohol in your system finally helping you speak your mind. it took him a second before he stepped closer, eyes now frantically searching your face.

“and i really don’t want it to be a one time thing, and i’m sorry if that ruins everything, we can just forget about it and say it was the—” your rambling stops at the suddenly overwhelming feeling of him on you.

mouth already agape from talking, he slips his own tongue past your lips easily, like it was meant to be there. your hands find solace on his shirt collar as he moves your bodies towards the wall, caging himself in.

one of his hands cups your face so delicately it makes your knees buckle, his other hand resting firmly against your waist, folding the fabric if your dress in his grip. he wastes no time in exploring every possible crevice of your mouth, hungrily and selfishly wanting, needing, you closer.

a soft whimper is lost between your mess of teeth and saliva as he moves his knee between your legs, grip on your waist becoming impossibly tighter. your mind is so dazed with the feeling of his mouth, you forget the rest of your body, the only things moving being your hands, only to pull him closer.

he breaks away, panting, and a very yeonjun smile playing on his lips. a large hand comes to grip your face, not strong enough to hurt but harsh enough to remind you of his presence,

“you’re killing me here.”

your eyes could hold a thousand stars, he thinks, with the way you’re looking at him like he holds the answer to everything, and is selfishly keeping it from you.

“c’mon baby, you think i can’t feel you?” he pouts, mockingly, face coming impossibly closer. he glances down at where you connect, only the thin layer of your panties separating you from his ripped pant leg. face growing redder by the second, you shut your eyes, completely aware of how pathetic you look right now; hands holding on to his neck for dear life, and soaking core begging for his attention.

his hand travels down to your neck, softly applying pressure, “start moving, princess,” he kisses your cheek softly, “please.” your eyes open hazily at that, starting to move your hips at a slow pace.

his pouty lips part tantalizingly at the way your brows furrow and tears start to well up where your eyeliner meets your waterline. he could come undone just watching you like this, but when your hips begin to move faster and your thigh starts rubbing against him, he can’t help but kiss away the tension on your pretty face.

you kiss back lazily, now focused on the friction his flexed thigh is giving you and the increasing pressure on your neck, “you’re so perfect,” he mouths against your jaw now, tongue traveling lower as his grip on you loosens and his lips start to suck on your neck.

you can’t help the moans that leave you as he softly blows air on the newly marked spot, “this all for me?” he’s looking directly at you now, the possessive look in his eye almost sending you over the edge if it weren’t for the small glint beneath it.

“yes, god, yeah—” you say breathlessly, keeping eye contact with him as your hips start to move sloppier. he scans you darkly, “tell me again.”

and you do. chin tilting slightly at the overwhelming feeling, your hands tangle in his hair to crash your lips together again, moaning out between desperate kisses, and saliva all over your mouths. you both wordlessly tip over the edge at that, his knee snug between your inner thighs and your leg rubbing against him so deliciously, he wishes he could engrave this moment in his mind forever.

foreheads touching, his hand tenderly smoothes over your waist, slowly moving to plant a trail of kisses from your nose, to your jaw, over the marks he left, and finally back to your lips.

he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful, his thumb softly cleaning up your smudged mascara, leaning in to delicately kiss your eyelashes.

“i meant what i said.” you break the silence after a while, looking at him like he unknowingly held the world in his hands.

suddenly, the gleam in his eyes from earlier returns, mentally cursing himself for not being able to articulate just how much he agrees with you, fingers drawing calm patterns against your waist.

“i know,” a smile, “i feel the same.” is all his raspy voice will allow him to say without choking up, his breath invading your senses like the most intoxicating drug.

a sheepish smile creeps onto your own lips at that, and yeonjun swears he can finally die happy.

he wraps his arms around you now, lifting you off the ground with ease before starting to make his way towards the entrance, digging his phone out of his pocket for a ride.

“what about the party?” you giggle against him, lips betraying you as you begin to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck. he only laughs at the question, helping you wrap your legs around his hips and leaving a chaste kiss against the shell of your ear.