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Closer To The Edge

Reaction Extension for Bang Yongguk and Choi Junhong

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This was requested a long time ago but my dumbass started to extend the wrong reaction so yeah..took me a minute to figure that out. 

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Yongguk-

Yongguk lays back and relaxes into the bed as you begin to pleasure him. His eyes close and one of his hands rests softly on your hip. He muffles a low moan anytime you move in a new way. Every few minutes, he shifts around if it gets too intense.

“Ah- fuck.” His voice shakes as he feels a warmth pool in his stomach.

He grabs the sheets of the bed and pulls at them as you pick your pace up. His breaths get sharp as he attempts to keep himself calm. Every inch of his body tenses as he feels himself getting closer and closer.

His body shivers and his skin covers itself in goosebumps while you continue to work him up. He gasps and twitches violently as you suddenly pull away. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He growls, attempting to catch his breath. A laugh escapes his lips as he grabs your hair.

“Please, baby. I’m begging you to continue.” He lets a low whine out while pulling your head back slightly.

He twists your hair between his fingers before tugging back one more time. You smirk and continue but he doesn’t go of you. It is harder for him to keep his grip and he gets close again. His body releases and he nearly finds it impossible to catch his breath.

“Fuck-Okay,” He pants, “I want you on your knees, now.”

Junhong-

Junhong twitches as you suddenly stop before be finishes. He brushes it off as you start up again, letting out a light chuckle. His hand rests lightly against your back, nails digging into your skin anytime you change pace. He keeps his eyes on you as best he can.

Every twist of your wrist makes him nearly lose his mind. He pushes your head down as he feel himself getting extremely close.

“Baby, I’m almost there. Use your mouth.” He demands, panting.

You do so and he scoots down to make himself even more comfortable. His hand now rests on the back of your thigh. A shock through his body makes him groan out. He bites his arm to muffle himself. His breaths become extremely choppy and loud, feeling himself get closer and closer. He bites his lip and tenses his body.

He growls when you suddenly pull away completely. His body flies up and he stares at you.

“What are you doing?” Junhong’s voice is harsh but his eyes are still filled with lust. “You’re being so bad, baby. Do I need to punish you?”

A smile spreads across your face as you shake your head.

“Good, now finish what you started.”

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Jongup + tattoos 🌙

love the cheeky lil’ moon emoji you attached there🌙 I’m about to get my second tattoo done sometime in the near future and I’m hella excited! For the drabble, I went with the tattooed significant other trope, but if you pictured something else, let me know!~ 

“Does getting a tattoo really hurt?”

Questions out of the blue were an everyday thing, so you weren’t surprised by that one. Looking over at Jongup who was still fully immersed in one of his phone games, you rose a brow, thinking of the best possible approach to this.

“No, it feels like a gentle stroke across your skin. Tickles a little.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said in his most sarcastic yet monotone voice ever and at that the conversation abruptly ended. You chuckled a little, not surprised at all how quickly he managed to revert form any sort of situation. That was Jongup in his truest, rawest form. Either babbling uncontrollably or getting quiet real quick, no in between. You wanted to know the origins of such curiosity though, and didn’t intend to just let it slide.

“Why’d you ask?”

Out of curiosity could be an opinion, but by just looking at him you knew that wasn’t the case. His head was probably full of a whole trail of thought you had absolutely no idea of, something he’d gone over a few times already before asking.

“Just thought about it all of a sudden. It can’t possibly hurt that much if there’s so many people getting them done.. Like you, for example.”

You knew Jongup loved your tattoos. It was a thing he’d never said out loud but if was so damn obvious by the way he’d inspected every single one of them, had managed to sneakily pull out the backstories of all those during random conversations and just generally showed them appreciation every time an inked patch of skin poked out from any piece of your clothing. A generous amount of looks was an everyday thing, and they could range from simply curious to admiring to seductive to anything else really.

“Considering one for yourself?”

“Hm,” he let out, uncertain about his answer first before finally adding, “I have a feeling like I’ll never purposefully sit down to come up with like a design, or an idea for a tattoo or anything.. But I’d get one done if there was ever like an on-spot opportunity, if it would, like, come by on it’s own.. Do you know what I mean?”

“Like at a random night out with friends when one of them screams out “let’s get inked”?”

“Sort of,” he said after thinking for a little longer, his eyes fixating back on his phone screen, “Like a memory of something, not necessarily a visual masterpiece, but, yeah.. When there’s enough emotion in the moment for me to realize that I don’t want to forget it.”

With that, the conversation had ended, but he’d sure given you enough material to spark up your imagination.

You know, his Skydive getup suited him well.. With those sharp cat-like eyes of his, the way he simply couldn’t be bothered sometimes, his many different more or less spot on or sometimes plainly questionable fashion choices… He’d look good with an inked patch of skin or two. You just imagined it, and couldn’t get the picture out of your head for a while. But the possibilities of that ever happening were slim, and you weren’t about to pressure him or say anything to him about it. He was fine the way he was, and as long as he was open-minded about others having tattoos, you had no complaints. 

Life went on and time kept passing rapidly. A few new letters here and there, a few little scribbles and symbols, and there was more ink on you for him to admire now. He still didn’t say a thing, didn’t look surprised when you showed a new little tattoo off to him, just stole more or less subtle glances, let his fingers loose to trail across them and such.. It was the same sort of silent appreciation you’d known from him for years. And it was that way until your three year anniversary, when he flew the two of you to LA to spend a head-spinning weekend together. 

It had been a long day of adventure and the two of you were walking down a less busy street hand in hand at 2 AM, sipping on drinks and enjoying the view of the big city, when all of a sudden his hand moved away from holding yours and traveled a little higher up your forearm, exposing one of your tattoos to his view and to the cool night air.

His fingers trailed over it a few times and he looked up at you, meeting your slightly puzzled stare to why he was acting so strange all of a sudden.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

“Now?” you arched a brow at him, surprised at such a turn of events. There was an untypical spark in his eyes and his voice carried a sense of thrill for adventure. It was an important decision and he voiced it so lightly that you had concerns of him regretting it later on.

But he just glanced around the street, then back at you. As if checking if everything was real and he wasn’t mistaken.

“This is memorable. I want to get something to remember that we’ve once been here and walked these streets together, and that at this moment I sort of realized there ain’t anyone out there whom I could possibly love more than you… Not that I didn’t figure any of that out earlier, I just.. Kind of feel this way right now, and want to capture it,” his stare that had met the ground for a second trailed back up, looking into your eyes completely calmly as if he hadn’t just dropped a complete emotional bomb on you a second ago, “Would that be enough of a reason?”

“Don’t try to hide up the fact that you basically just confessed eternal love to me,” you blurted out, seeing how he smiled at you cheekily and took your hand back in his, continuing to walk further down the street but not before planting a quick kiss on your lips, as if to seal the statement, “Whatever you feel is right should be the right choice…”

“Will you get one if I get one?”

You definitely could. Looking back at all the good times you’d spent with him, you couldn’t help but smile a little. Being with him has made you so much happier, and he didn’t really need an answer to this question. You thought he knew it was pretty self-explanatory.

“So, are any local tattoo patrols open at 2 AM, or..”

“Not really sure about that,” you admitted to him, intrigued by how this could turn out all of a sudden. All these silent years of appreciation… Maybe he’d thought about this already, who knows? But maybe it really was in the moment emotion. Nonetheless, you were excited to see both the process and the result.

“Well, we can always check.”

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Fight - Yongguk

(Admin: WWT, I started this a year ago and just finished it so I kinda forgot what  I was writing)

“Because I love you,” the words fly out of your mouth before you can truly grasp what you’ve said, both of you tense up instantly, you drop your head avoiding eye contact with him, “I mean-” you cut yourself off.

The tension is heavy between the two of you, you can’t see Yongguk but you can tell, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head trying to process your words. You expect him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t he walks silently to the door, leaving. You brush your hair away from your face, the tears that had previously been held back by the tensing of your body flowing freely down your cheeks. You slide down against the wall bringing your knees to your face, your arm hiding your eyes; there was no one in, there to hide your tears from but you do it anyway.

You want to disappear you want to curl up and die—why of all the things you could’ve shouted for being your reason why I love you. Yes, you mean it but that’s not what he wants to hear; he doesn’t want to hear that his best-friend that he’s known for as long as he can remember has feelings for him. Part of you wishes he would have thought you had meant a friend type love or at least pretended to think that’s the way you mean it. You hit your head on the wall behind you letting out heavy sighs. Your mind is racing a million miles a minute, you can’t call him and explain yourself, you can’t backtrack, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.

“Let’s talk,” the sound of the door opening and Yongguk’s voice come almost simultaneously startling you, Yongguk lets out a heavy sigh sliding down next to you on the wall, neither of you knows what to say the air is still tense.

“It’s not like you knowing changes anything,” your voice shows that you’ve given up, “you don’t love me, you’re still leaving,” you say lulling your head tiredly to the side, “that’s the conclusion I’ve come to,” you mimic his words from the fight earlier he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip letting out a huff.

“Even if I do love you, I’m still going to leave,” Yongguk says under his breath, “so what was the point of telling me?” Yongguk mutters glancing towards you before turning back quickly to his hands.

“I wanted to be selfish, for once,” you pull yourself to your feet walking away from the wall and stretching your arms over your head, “if that’s all you wanted you should just leave now,” you say softly dropping your head down you hadn’t noticed Yongguk had stood up until he grabs your arm turning you to face him.

“What should I do?” Yongguk asks hesitantly his eyes scanning your face, you pull your arm away from his grip.

“You already know what you’re going to do, why are you asking me?” you glance down at your floor, “you already know what I want you to do, that’s why we fought,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, “just go home,” you say softly pushing him towards the door half-heartedly.

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Little Moments

Little Moments with Moon Jongup

Jongup sat on the couch with you comfortably nestled into the space next to him, his arm draped around your shoulders and fingers rubbing your head gently. The light from the tv illuminated the dark living room as you started to wake from your little doze.

Jongup ran his fingers over yours that rested on his lap, rubbing over the soft skin of your fingertips down to the smoothness of your palm. You quietly hummed, dragging your eyes up to meet his profile, his eyes not leaving the tv, “You’re awake?” He asked, his hand that was tangled in your hair starting to smooth out it’s roughness.

“Mmm…” You scooted up in his hold, brushing a kiss over his neck.

“You know what I noticed while you were asleep?”

“What?” You asked, Jongup soon pulling your hand up, placing his against yours.

“Your hands are so small.” Your eyes focused on the difference of your hand sizes, the tip of your fingers reaching just under the knuckle before his fingertips.

“I can’t help that I’m small.” You huffed, his fingers moving to intertwine with yours.

“I love it.” He pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin.

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Wake Me Up [M]

Pairing: Jung Daehyun x reader

Warnings: suggestive content

Word count: 283

Daehyun groaned, rolling around in the bed until you trapped him there, his dreams soon slipping away as he recognised your body pressed against his. Your lips kissed him awake then, pressing lightly onto his shoulder, your fingers lacing together around his waist. Teasing him, you held him there with your arms and lips, and he ached for you to let him spin to face you, to see your smile that he had just felt travel along his back with your kisses.

It had been some time since it had been you waking him up first, but he wasn’t complaining, being encased in the warmth of your body made him feel cherished, wanted, needed.

But he had to see you now and he managed to move within your embrace, facing you a moment later.

“Hi,” he said, pecking your lips.

You shook your head. “That’s not what I want.”

“Oh?” He frowned for a moment, rubbing at his eyes to attempt to remove any of the remaining sleep within him and then he refocused on you. He saw the glint in your eyes then and smirked.

“What did you dream of?” he asked, and you smiled knowingly, biting at your lip a little. He didn’t want to wait to find out, shifting so his mouth hovered just above yours. “Want to keep showing me then?”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” you asked and he grinned devilishly at you, closing the minute gap he’d left between you both, his lips moving with demand.

As your bodies got entangled with each other and your fantasy, Daehyun smiled to himself.

He couldn’t even remember what he was dreaming of before you woke him now.

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Goodnight; Yongguk

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You covered your mouth as you yawned. You were sat on the couch of your boyfriend’s studio, silently watching him as he worked on a new song. You had a blanket pulled up over you and you tried to blink the tiredness away. 

Your boyfriend, Yongguk, was apart of the group B.A.P and you were used to spending nights in the studio watching him work away. You loved watching him work, you loved watching him do something he felt so passionately about. Even when he got carried away with his work, you always made sure he had eaten and slept well. 

Another yawn escaped your lips and you picked yourself up and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and wondered over to him. He had a pair of headphones over his ears and he jumped slightly when you leant your head down and rested your chin on his shoulder.

Taking the headphones off. He turned his head slightly to look at you. He chuckled to himself as he watched you blink and yawn again. You moved your arms so they were around his neck in a hug. 

“Come here” He mumbled, moving your arms slightly and moving around in his chair so you could sit on his lap. You did as you were told and sat down, resting your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath in, the smell of his cologne filling your nose. 

“You tired?” He asks and you just hum, you closed your eyes as you responded. 

“No, I just wanted a hug,” You said softly and you felt the vibration of his chuckles. 

“Are you sure?” He speaks again and he brings up his hand to run his fingers through your hair. You hummed again. 

“I’m sure” Everything went silent for a moment before Yongguk went to speak again.

“Do you want to-...” He smiled to himself as he noted your breathing had levelled out. You had fallen asleep in the comfort of his lap, with an arm around you and the other gently running through your hair. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he carefully picked you up and placed you back down on the couch before joining you and covering you both with the blanket. 

“Goodnight baby” 

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Drabble game. 14 with Uppie.

14.  “…or we could make out….”

B.A.P Fanfic

Moon Jongup X Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 740

Happy Birthday Uppie!! and surprise drabble for you twinnie!!

You’re pouting in the middle of the arcade. You know you’re supposed to be a mature adult but you were just robbed of precious victory! Your glaring daggers at the perpetrator next to you who’s in the middle of performing his dumb celebratory dance.

“You dance like a squid” you huff, trying to be bitter and ignore how adorable he looks wiggling his body and waving his arms in delight. YOU MUST NOT LAUGH WITH THE ENEMY.

You cross your arms tighter to your chest and stalk away from the zombie shooting game, evidently the sore loser in this situation.

“Baby come back…” Jongup whines.

He easily catches you up and wraps an arm around your waist following you awkwardly as you practically pull him towards the food court. You know he is more than capable of stopping you in your tracks with the solid muscle hiding under his soft appearance and oversized sweater but he doesn’t. He’s always been the calmer one in your relationship.

You ignore him and stand in line to buy a soda.

“Are you really going to ignore me?” Jongup chuckles, stepping in front of you in the queue to force you to face him. He’s resting his hands on your shoulders and staring down at you with the puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist. The cute little mole on his nose scrunching up as he watches you amusedly.

“Ahh, you’re so cute when you pout” He concludes.

“I.am.not.cute” you sulk, puffing out your cheeks angrily which isn’t helping Jongup take you seriously so you try to step around him, but he’s quicker than you and steps back with the queue.

“It’s just a game, you beat me at racing and Dance Dance Revolution” He offers softly trying to win you round, but you see right through him.

“You let me win at Dance Dance Revolution, we both know you’re amazing at the game! but suddenly you ‘miss’ a few steps?” you narrow your eyes, wagging your fingers to emphasise your point “I’m on to you Moon!”

He sighs at you but he’s still smiling, he runs a hand through his hair and suddenly pulls you out of the line and into a corner behind an old Pac Man machine.

“So what if I let you win, it’s just a game. I have much more fun joking around with my dorky girlfriend than focusing on winning a silly game” he protests, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears and grasping your hands tightly as they rest in your lap.

You always end up speechless when he gets serious with you, so you nod in agreement, shocked by his sudden sincerity. The annoyance of the lost game dissipating and your heart fluttering at the sudden change of tone.

“Hey, did you know I can fit the entire world in my hands?”

You shake your head, about to ask him what he’s talking about so off topic. But. Then he reaches out and cups your face.

Oh. You swallow hard. Biting your lip to hold back the overwhelming feelings inside you as Jongup warm hands embrace your cheeks and eye smiles down at you. You feel loved. You also feel silly for overreacting.

“I’m sorry I took it so seriously…” you breathe, voice barely at a whisper, “…can we start over, soda my treat?”

Jongup nods grinning widely, he leans down to your eye level, face to face until your noses brush.

“We could do that…” he starts, and then he’s pressing his lips softly against yours. His kiss starts off tenderly as he cups your face, but then the mood changes and the kiss deepens. His tongue slipping past your lips forcing your arms to wrap around his waist as you hold onto him for dear life. He kisses you so hard that your head spins. When he finally pulls away you’re in a daze.

“…or we could make out….” He finishes. Pressing an affectionate peck on the top of your head.

Your still intoxicated from the taste of his lips and feel of his hands, you feel like your floating but the moment is quickly over when Jongup suddenly yells bursting your loved up bubble.

“LAST ONE TO DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION IS A ROTTEN EGG!” and dashes away.

That shit.

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