13. "I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”
32. "Leave the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.”
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“Did you really think I’d forget to celebrate your birthday?” Kyungsoo asks, fingers preparing your apartment key.
The night began when your boyfriend asked you to dress up and then surprised you with a nice dinner with your closest friends. You knew you were going to celebrate but thought it would be differently.
"I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.” You answer contentedly, watching him unlock the door.
“I have one more surprise for you though.” He says when the apartment is open.
“Oh really?” You grin, not knowing what to expect at this point.
Inside the door, you reach down to take off your heels, but Kyungsoo stops you by swiftly pressing you against the wall, his lips capturing yours. His thigh slowly nudges your legs apart, the hem of your dress riding up. On your waist, his hands firmly hold you in place as he concentrates on your kiss. But just as suddenly as it started, he pulls back, intense eyes boring into yours.
“Leave the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.” His voice is low and sends a pulse down to your core.
You’re too dazed to respond and follow him to your bedroom, your mind reeling with excitement.
pairing: grimreaper!do kyungsoo x cemeteryworker!(reader)
genre/warning: eventual fluff
word count: 2k+
description: the surplus of spoopy ghost dramas as of late brought this little gem around. totally normal for a paranormal story in january, right?
a/n: january installment of our ‘trying to write a kyungsoo story for every month that he is gone’ series. hana promises that there will be a part 2 because b if there ain’t imma flip. she loves the angsty cliff-hangers. i HATE them. - em
Your mother always said the benefits to living in a rich city were innumerable. That’s a bit strong of an adjective, but you can agree that there are many benefits. You have access to great shops and great food, top rated schools, and the city is beautiful. Every building, street, and sign look like they were plucked from some children’s book. The city officials take great pride in the city’s appearance. Too much pride though, which is why you’re waking up at 9:30 in the evening for your 10:00 shift at the cemetery.
The cemetery is one of the city’s top tourist attractions. The above ground mausoleums, the grand tombstones dating back centuries, they draw in countless visitors each day. As such, the city officials expend great effort and money to maintain the grounds and keep the stone gleaming. However, since appearance is everything, the cemetery’s caretakers, aka you, your father, and your grandmother before him, must only work at night. After all, what tourist wants to see a sweaty, mud-begrimed worker pushing a cart around the cemetery?
Despite the ridiculousness of the arrangement, you enjoy working at night. Grabbing a beanie, you pull it over your ears as you head out. A thin fog is your only companion as you walk the short distance to the cemetery’s back entrance. The lack of tourist makes your work easier and more bearable. If you had to do double duty as caretaker and tour guide, many tourists would find a new home in a mausoleum.
Another benefit is the hefty paycheck. The extra money though is due less to working at night and more to the fact that the cemetery is haunted.
Heading towards your tool shed, which is cleverly disguised as a mausoleum, you pass several spirits. The newer ones acknowledge you with a nod while the older ones wander by lost to themselves.
During your school days, your classmates gave you a wide berth. They held the ignorant opinion that spirits followed you to school. However at that point, they would have had to follow your dad home then attached themselves to you then follow you to school. None of which made any sense. Ghosts rarely travel far from their resting place. Explaining that to your schoolmates though was a waste of breath, so you stopped.
The caretaker position became yours by default. You went away for a few years after college, but real world jobs are too boring. When you came back, the city council all but kissed your feet. The slew of caretakers who came in after your father retired had lasted only days at a time. The cemetery was a mess. The city council was at its wits end. You could have asked for anything. In the end, you settled for the fat paycheck and complete autonomy.
Pulling out your cart, you begin your work. The fog slips through the cemetery obscuring the paths and adding to the whole eerie haunted vibe. Your feet know the pathways, and you hum to yourself as you walk. On today’s “to do” list, you have polishing the mausoleums by the eastern entrance. Some city council dweeb had complained that they looked weathered and dingy. You wish he had said it to your face rather than hide behind an email, but he was probably too chicken-livered to step foot within the cemetery.
“Good evening, caretaker.” The singsong voice grates against your ears. You stop in front of the first marble facade and pull a rag and polish out of your cart.
“What has fouled your mood? Receive another rejection from a suitor?”
“I’d have to have a suitor to be rejected by one.” You grunt as you crouch down to start on the base of the first column.
“True.” She giggles. The ghost hovers beside you, the hem of her ethereal gown brushing against your cheek. You sneeze. “What has soured your mood then?”
Sighing, you stand and move to the top of the column.
With a huff, she floats to your other side and folds her hands in front of her. She glances over her shoulder then back at you. “The cemetery is awful quiet tonight.”
You skirt around her as you move onto the next column. Beside the few specters you passed when you arrived, you have yet to meet another of the cemetery’s occupants since beginning your work.
“Have you no curiosity for the cemetery’s silence?”
“I assume it’s because Mrs. King started on about her grandkids again.”
“Indeed not.” She simpers, peering at you from the columns other side. You divert your attention to your task, scrubbing an obstinate stain. Clearing her throat, she continues. “Mr. Long in plot 112 has gone malevolent.”
Your hand stills. In addition to the high pay and freedom from human interaction, there is a third benefit to working nights at the cemetery. Arguably the best benefit, and one of the main reasons you returned.
Of all the days to roll out of bed and throw on clothes, it had to be today.
Yesterday, you had showered and worn decent clothing, not the stained cargo pants and t-shirt which you pulled from your laundry basket. You groan and toss your rag into the cart, fighting the urge to kick one of the wheels. Your work boots would easily protect your toes, but you’d rather not give your companion the satisfaction of seeing how deeply her news affects you. She smiles smugly at you.
“I’m sure a reaper will take care of Mr. Long. You might want to make yourself scarce. I’d hate for the reaper to see you and take you with Mr. Long.”
“Surely, you know which reaper has come.” She floats through the column to hover beside you. Often during your life, you have wished for the ability to slap a ghost. Today, the wish twitches your fingers, but you keep your hand by your side. Only reapers can touch ghosts.
Of course, you know which reaper has come. The cemetery has a single reaper assigned to maintain order. He was in charge even before your grandmother’s time. His name is or was Kyungsoo. All your grandmother and father would say about him was that he was the cemetery’s Reaper, and it was best to leave him to work in peace. Which would be easy, if you hadn’t developed a crush on him when you were four.
“Mr. Long is the first malevolent spirit since you started, correct? Which would mean this is the first time Reaper Kyungsoo has made his appearance?” Her smile widens. “How many years have passed since last you saw him? Surely, you wish to renew your acquaintance.”
“Surely, you wish to mind your own damn business.” You hiss. Of all the damn ghosts to witness the first time you met Kyungsoo, it would have to be this bitch.
She chuckles, and you shake your head. Stupid. However, now there’s no point in pretending you don’t care. Leaving the cart and your responsibilities behind, you race across the cemetery to plot 112.
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A malevolent spirit is frightening to anyone who hasn’t grown up around ghosts. The normally human-appearing spirit transforms into a towering demon. There’s a lot of ear-splitting screeching and gusts of wind which dig into the ground spraying rocks and dirt into the air, and an overwhelming sense of dread fills your chest and tugs at fear. However, growing up around ghosts, you learn when you should be afraid and when the malevolent spirit is just a pissy, windbag. Mr. Long is the later.
Sitting on the tombstone of a spirit who long ago passed into the beyond, you watch the skirmish between spirit and reaper. Kyungsoo rushes forward scythe in hand. His black robes billow out behind him as he leaps forward. The scythe slices through Mr. Long as he passes him. A final screech peters to a whimper as Mr. Long returns to himself. Kyungsoo lands, spinning the moment his feet touch ground. He faces his opponent, his scythe posed behind him, ready for the next swing.
Mr. Long stares forlornly at the reaper then at the mess he has made of his burial site. He whimpers again. The sound tugs at your heart strings. While you are the one who will have to put the area to rights, you sympathize for the spirit. He’s new to the cemetery, two years in the grave. You didn’t know him when he was alive, and you haven’t spent much time around him since he arrived. However, you know his grave marker cost less than two hundred and that he never has flowers placed on it. He stands beside it during the day, staring at the cemetery’s entrance.
Kyungsoo relaxes his stance. His scythe disappears as he steps forward. From this distance, you fail to hear the exchange between reaper and spirit, but you can see the relief in Mr. Long’s shoulders. A reaper’s duty is to ferry the dead to their final resting place and protect the living from the dead. Kyungsoo will allow Mr. Long to remain in the world of the living and will not resort to drastic measures to protect the living.
You’ve heard of reapers who decimate a malevolent spirit without a thought. Kyungsoo has never been like that. Even that first time you met him, he brought the spirit back to sanity. Back then, you had thought he was some kind of superhero. He appeared from nowhere and rescued you and the monster.
The conversation ends, and Mr. Long disappears to wherever ghost go. You asked both you grandmother and father where ghosts go when they disappear from the living world. Both blustered without giving a satisfactory explanation. You assume they go rest in their graves.
“You’ve returned.” The voice is soft like the footsteps which brought it near you. Glancing up, you find Kyungsoo standing a few feet from you. Your heart quickens and rises through your throat, blocking all words. So you nod. “I am happy to know your family will continue to oversee the cemetery. The caretakers after your father had no place here.”
Your head bobs along as you force your heart back into your chest. “I guess not everyone is cut out to work with the dead.” He smiles, and your heart rises once again. You cough and look away.
“Your father is well?”
You nod, keeping your eyes on the rows of tombstones. “He retired to a beach somewhere.” In a whisper, you ask, “My grandmother?”
“She passed beyond when she died. I saw her off well.” As you had thought, your grandmother wasn’t one to linger in the living world. She had done her work and been satisfied with her life. “I look forward to working with you.” His words nearly force your heart from your body. You choke on it, falling off your perch from the violence of your hacking.
“Are you unwell?” He crouches before you ensuring you meet his gaze.
“Fine.” You croak as you push yourself off the ground and put distance between you two. “I also look forward to working with you. Not that I hope you come a lot because malevolent spirits are bad, but also when you do come I won’t be mad.” Your words peter out, and you wish you could have choked again. Kyungsoo maintains the distance you set, his lips curving down into a pout as you rambled.
“Thank you for helping Mr. Long. I’ll take extra care to check on him.” You swerve the conversation.
His lips turn up into a soft smile. He glances behind him at plot 112. “He is a good man and will find peace if he allows himself.” When his attention returns to you, you can feel the charge in his eyes. A caretaker’s job is more than maintaining the cemetery’s appearance. The truest duty is held within the title.
You must take care of the spirits and help them on their way. You nod. “Thank you.” He bows his head. “I must be going.”
In the next instant, the space before you is empty. You remain staring at that space, a forgotten smile on your lips.
“I am beginning to understand your lack of suitors.”
Your smile sours. You really wish you could slap a ghost.
'next time,' kyungsoo growls, 'ask for a piece instead of stealing from the rack.' he brings another hand down on your flushed bossom, a sharp slap resounding in the air.
you yelp, the sweet taste of blueberry muffin clogging your throat as you flinch in his lap. 'but i got hungry...'
despite your tiny voice, kyungsoo hears you and gives your plush ass a good squeeze. 'oh i'll give you something real proper when we're finished. now start counting.'
Kyungsoo brushed a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear. “Are you alright?”
“Tired,” you managed to say, the exhaustion from going through labor hitting you full-force. “She wasn’t easy to get out.”
He laughed softly in reply. “I know. You did so well.”
“Next time you have to do it,” you joked, leaning your head back against the pillows. Kyungsoo looked exhausted, but you could tell that he was trying his hardest to not let it show. He shot you a heart-shaped smile and kissed you on the forehead.
“Here she is,” said the nurse, holding the bundle of blankets that held your daughter. “Have we decided on a name?”
“Jisoo,” you replied. The nurse smiled and placed her in your arms before leaving to give the three of you privacy.
“Wow,” Kyunsoo whispered, his hand on your shoulder.
“She’s so…” you breathed.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Can I…?”
Carefully, you placed your sleeping daughter in Kyungsoo’s arms, only letting go when you knew she was secure. You watched as Kyungsoo took her around the room, rocking her ever so slightly. He was silent, his shiny, adoring eyes never leaving her.
“Soo, are you…?”
He looked up at you, wide eyes definitely tearing up. “What? I can’t help it.” He looked back down at Jisoo. “I just…”
Though he never finished his sentence, you understood. The emotions you were feeling in your chest were too intense and too many to describe properly.
A small cry broke you from your thoughts and seemed to spur Kyungsoo into action as well. “Hey,” he said softly, grin taking over his face. “Good morning.”
Kyungsoo pressed a kiss to her forehead softly and whispered something to her that you didn’t hear. Though you never heard it and Jisoo would never remember, Kyungsoo would always remember what he said. He promised that until the day he died, he would always make sure that his little girl was happy and safe. It was a promise that he would never fail to keep.
Kyungsoo / Idol!au / Fluff+angst / 60+82
Words count: 700
For anon, I hope you like it cutie!
-M.
The scratches on your arms burned but the ankle was the most painful part. Lidia, your manager, continued to curse while on the minivan she disinfected the little red marks that covered your skin.
You had no strength to lift your head and show others that the tears that were withheld had made your eyes swollen and red. Their voices echoed in your mind but you weren't paying attention, you also ignored the continuous beep of your phone. You knew it was Kyungsoo, but you didn't have the strength to face your best friend.
That's why you were attacked, but it wasn't his fault of course. Not even your crush on him was his fault, it was all your fault.
"We're here," the voice of the leader woke you from your thoughts and with a fast movement you got out from the van, just to hear the door shut down and the vehicle started off without you.
"What the hel--"
"I asked Hajin Noona to leave you here."
His calm and slow voice came to your shoulders and you stiffened, covering your arms and hoping that he hadn't already noticed your condition.
The fear of being seen by his fans, always hidden in the worst places, flowed you in your chest and your mind began to produce horrible scenarios. All vanished in a cloud of smoke when his hand stood on your side and turned you towards the entrance. His heart-shaped lips stretched in a sweet smile but a strange light in his eyes seized your attention.
And his attention picked up your limp and immediately his eyes slipped towards your ankle. And cruel destiny wanted the bandage to be seen from underneath the trousers.
Kyungsoo blocked and his gaze began to darken, his hands rested on your hips to keep you still starting to inspect you and touch your body in search of other "problems".
And as much as you groaned because of the pressure on your arms, his expression was lethal.
"Yah! Who did this to you?"
The tears held up to that moment began to feel free and your cheeks were moistened by their flow, his lips had now lost their smile but were twisted in a hard line. "N-none.." You stammered, your body began to tremble and the hiccups stuck in your throat.
"Guy--Oh, Kyungsoo bring her in."
Junmyeon's order awakened the boy next to you, who slid his arm behind your back and placed his hand on your side leaning you. In small steps you entered the building and holding the hiccups, even if they were stronger than you, you slipped from the entrance of the dorm to his room under the astonished looks of the others. They never saw you crying and you embarrassed yourself, you hated showing off your weak side.
He made you sit on his bed and recovered from his bedside table a pill, handing you it with a little bottle of water. "Painkillers.."
"No, I don't want it.. It's not that bad. You know I'm being drowsy every time.. "
"Who did this to you?" He inquired again, sitting by your side and turning towards you. His heart was tight in a stranglehold of apprehension and grief seeing your state, but you ignored his question and leaned your head against his shoulder.
The tears were running out and the hiccups began to diminish, Kyungsoo sighed starting to hum something to keep your mind away from the thoughts. His velvet voice increased your heartbeat, but that feeling was better than pain or frustration. You let yourself be lulled by him, by his sweetness and by the way he was clutching you against himself.
"Y/N..?"
"Tell me Soo.."
His sigh broke between your hair and you lifted your head, observing his with a curious gaze. "I just want to protect you." He hummed, that light you already saw brightened his eyes
"You do it already.."
"In other ways. Stop cutting me out of your life," he breathed, feeling his heart losing some beats and the determination to fade little, "I want to be able to protect you from everything.. And all of them. Y/N.. I'm tired of just being your best friend. "
Btw no, this isn’t anything to do with the nbhd’s song lolol (but it’s a good song)
It was bright – brighter than you’d ideally wanted for the situation. You’d always pictured yours and Kyungsoo’s first time somewhat in the dark; both of you could be self-conscious of your own bodies. Well, that was if Kyungsoo was going to make the move.
You were both sprawled out on his large, dark grey couch. It was L shaped, one end of it pointed towards the huge window that adorned a third of his living room wall. Kyungsoo’s apartment was almost the penthouse, deeming it impossible for people to see in.
It was another rainy day in Seoul, yet the clouds were a shocking white. The light cast on Kyungsoo’s skin, only enhancing his pearly white skin and making you extremely jealous at his lack of imperfections. It also managed to make the open plan apartment seem far larger than it really was, allowing you to feel vulnerable in an open space while also remaining safe close to Kyungsoo.
Your legs were tangled together, him lying on his back and you on your side while you gazed up at him, your chin rested on his chest. You watched him with adoration as he observed out the huge glass pane, eyes dancing over the water droplets arranged irregularly – like stars – across the glass.
The room wasn’t lit in an artificial light, and you appreciated the natural beam coming from the white clouds. His dark hair stood upwards, neatly craning to the side. You couldn’t help yourself run your hands through it, disarraying it messily. You’d appreciated the ever-increasing length of it so much recently.
You wondered if he was contemplating something, the two of you had been silent for a while as he studied outside the window. Every once in a while, his plush lips would part slightly, like he wanted to say something or initiate something, but he never did.
His eyelids were tipped downwards, still looking outside while your eyes stayed upon him. Finally, he released a deep sigh and moved the hand that was resting on your waist, running it up and down affectionately. It wasn’t erotic in the slightest, only loving.
Kyungsoo made you feel so loved in almost every way possible, however, you’d never made love. You both wanted to, Kyungsoo especially – as he worried that he hadn’t proved to you quite how serious he was about your shared love - but he was slightly nervous and would be unsure of how to commence it. He didn’t know whether you were ready, but also, he was just generally nervous to make the first move.
His dark irises shifted from the bright window to look at you, locking your eyes together. He couldn’t help but smile, only a small smile, upon seeing your expression . You’d looked so intrigued, studying his features, your eyes wide in interest. You returned the smile, blushing slightly. His arm tightened around you and he curved his body closer to yours. You pushed yourself upwards slightly, allowing your lips to become inches away.
Your lips pressed together gently, his hand still running comfortingly up and down your side. You lazily moved your lips together, sighing into the kiss while you allowed his arms to soon cage you into him. They were stronger than you had previously thought – locking you close to his body.
A flicker of control eased its way through him and he gently tugged at your oversized sweater, motioning for you to come closer. You ended up right on his lap; he had backed up and sat up slightly against the back of the sofa.
You stayed like that for a while, your thoughts becoming more heated and wondering if he felt the same. You were positive he did, as his fingers dropped from your sides and began to play with the hem of your sweater, but they hesitated. You depend the kiss in attempt to assure him that it was what you wanted, your hands moving from his arms to rest on his chest through his white shirt.
However, his uncertainty got the best of him and he returned his hands further up your body. You pulled backwards, breaking the kiss and looking down at your boyfriend. He looked up at you in concern, his brows furrowing while you gave him a look that Kyungsoo couldn’t quite read.
“Is… everything alright?” he asked, his voice low and his eyes searching yours. He dropped his hands from your sides, automatically thinking you didn’t want to take it further, but you smiled, taking his hands from the sides of his thighs and placing them back where they were.
“Yes,” you breathed, returning to close the gap between you. His grip tightened around you. “You don’t have to be shy,” you braved, mumbling against his lips while he froze them still, slightly parted and lingering on yours. Instead of replying, he kissed you with more force, moving beneath you and beginning to lie you down on your back along the sofa.
He found his position between your legs as your calves wrapped around his lower body, kissing you while his hand cupped your cheek. You were both now on the second part of the couch, which was parallel to the large glass window overlooking the city. You let out a small moan as his fingers traced down your sweater and this time didn’t hesitate to begin pulling it up your torso. His skin ghosted across yours, your hairs standing on edge at his touch.
You gave him a reassuring smile as he looked up at you with tentative eyes. You gave the slightest nod, the tiny movement spurring further confidence within Kyungsoo, as you half sat up to allow him to pull off your sweater. His eyes widened quickly, expecting you to have been wearing a bra underneath.
After studying your chest for a few moments, he tore his eyes away to yours, unable to hold back an almost hubristic smile.
“What?” you asked, grinning at him, “it’s that time of year.”
“Nothing,” Kyungsoo breathed between his teeth, widening his smile and looking back at your body. “Just wasn’t expecting – that – is all,” he said, dipping his head down to kiss up and down your stomach. While his lips traced your torso, his fingers found the waistband of your lounge shorts. He began gently tugging them down, this time without hesitation, while your head tipped backwards against a cushion. Anticipation flickered in the pit of your stomach, reaching your core as his hands became dangerously close to you.
Kyungsoo was shocked once again to realise you had no underwear on either. He looked up at you again, two fingers hooked round the front of your shorts.
“No underwear at all?” he questioned.
You became sheepish, avoiding his eyes and looking to the side as you searched for words. He only smiled as you flushed a light pink colour. “Perfect,” he grinned, fully sliding your shorts off your legs.
Now you were lying completely naked on his couch, vulnerable beneath him, while he was fully clothed. He was silent, only looking you up and down with a coy smile playing at his lips. His expression didn’t change, the smile not leaving his lips and seeming to be sealed in his reaction.
“Kyungsoo?” you asked after a few moments, tilting your head to the side slightly.
“Sorry,” he smiled wider, eyes still glued to your body, “you’re just so beautiful.” You wanted to roll your eyes, but Kyungsoo had disapproved every time you’d doubted your appearance in the past, so you smiled and took the compliment instead.
You reached forwards to him, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He watched you, hands calmly encasing yours as he helped to minimise your slight shaking. You managed to undo his shirt, but it stayed on as he kissed up and down your jaw, travelling between your collarbones and your cheeks. Your hands roamed his chest, running them up and down his skin. You teased him ever so slightly by getting lower and closer to the waistband of his sweatpants.
His hands found the way to the inside of your thighs, massaging the skin and finding their way closer to your core. Boldly, he touched you, coating you in your arousal and stroking your clit gently. It was unexpected; you arched your back slightly and became rigid for a moment, hissing between your teeth. Kyungsoo checked your facial expression, once again in concern, but you quickly nodded to confirm you were indeed in bliss instead of discomfort.
Kyungsoo carried on, inserting a digit inside you and watching as you closed your eyes. Your hands were now gripping his biceps, unable to concentrate on touching him in return, instead gripping him for stability as he pleasured you. It wasn’t long before he added another finger and you keened beneath him, sighing and moaning in ecstasy as he expertly worked his fingers inside you.
Your cursed quietly under your breath, making Kyungsoo’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but he soon discovered it only turned him on further. He lowered himself down to you, catching your lips in a kiss and swallowing your small moans.
He moved his hands, removing his fingers from you. In retaliation, your eyes flew open wide at him. With that look he gave you, you truly felt beautiful in his arms. He held you like you were the last pure being on the Earth, protecting you with all his might.
He was soon about to take that purity.
Kyungsoo had a hand placed right next to your head, holding himself up. You fumbled with the waistband of his grey sweatpants, pushing them down his thighs and feeling his hard member being bound down by his boxers. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, Kyungsoo having to shut his eyes at the sight while you obliviously teased him. Just your looks were enough to rile him up.
You pressed your palm against the cloth of his boxers, Kyungsoo almost desperate with anticipation but waiting politely as you slowly folded the boxers down. Finally, his length was free, pointing to his abdomen, and Kyungsoo almost sighed with relief.
You ran your fingers up the side of his shaft, reaching the head and spreading the precum around him. Quickly, you began stroking him up and down. He released a grunt, struggling to keep his eyes open as you pleased him. Soon, Kyungsoo was close, twitching in your hand. With all his might, he took hold of your arm and moved you away.
“Was I hurti-“ you began, worried, but Kyungsoo hushed you. He shook his head and kissed you, pushing your head back against the cushion. He sat backwards on his knees, climbing off the couch so he could fully discard himself of all his clothes. You couldn’t resist the urge to touch yourself. Kyungsoo glanced in your direction but looked away, before double taking and looking back to confirm what you were doing, a little shocked, but definitely enjoying the sight.
Adrenaline and lust surged through him even more at that moment, seeing you like that, so pretty, and heating himself up. He only shuffled out of his clothes quicker, depositing the sweatpants and boxers somewhere irrelevant in the living room and rushing back to you on the couch.
“You definitely want to do this?” he asked, for confirmation. You nodded.
“But, can I go on top? To start with?” After all, it was your first time together and it had been a while for you.
“Yes, yeah of course,” he nodded, a little too much, and stood back up. You smiled, following him and pulling yourself up from the soft haven of the sofa. He sat down in the corner of the sofa, legs splayed out in front of him while you crawled to his side. Your heart began hammering in your chest, both excitement and nerves running through you.
Kyungsoo’s hands instantly went to your waist as you climbed over him so you were in a straddling position. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, before you reached beneath yourself to find his member. Just as the tip was touching you, Kyungsoo nervously spoke up.
“I love you,” he rambled, “so much.”
You sunk onto him, a mix of a hundred emotions suddenly assaulting you all at once. The bodily contact was already like being in your own utopia, but Kyungsoo’s last minute choice of words had your heart beating erratically as if there were bullets being shot within you, while simultaneously fluttering like a butterfly. You were filled with affection and pure love for your boyfriend, looking at him with adoration while he began moving you on top of him.
You suddenly realised you hadn’t replied, the physical feeling of him inside you robbing you of words. “I… I, I love you too,” you moaned, eyes closing as you circled your hips to feel him fill you up in all areas of you.
It was so incredibly intimate, something you’d never experienced before, as both Kyungsoo and you moved your hips up and down to create friction between you both. You tipped your head backwards, Kyungsoo reaching the ends of your hair gently but then resorting to the back of your neck. He gently massaged the skin there and you moaned, leaning into his touch, all the while riding him.
You both soon pined for more, not enough energy between you both to wholly satisfy. Both his arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged your naked body close to his, looking up at you for permission to take control. He didn’t need words, you understood right away and just nodded, dropping your head to the side where Kyungsoo sucked at your neck. He continued this while hooking his hands under your thighs and tipping you back so you were in the position the two of you were in earlier.
He lay atop you and re-entered, the new angle making you cry out and grip onto Kyungsoo. He began thrusting into you, eliciting moans from both of you. He leaned down, his face inches from yours and causing your foreheads to crash together while you seemed to enter another realm together. Sweat from his hairline traced down his head and ran onto you, both of you glistening and shining with the dewy sheen of it.
The rain outside had seemed to start again, a foggy cloud floating next to Kyungsoo’s apartment. Water droplets were being violently thrown against the glass, while Kyungsoo’s passion and force increased and the two of you connected. His thrusts sped up and you lost control of yourself, your head lolling to the side on your neck as you allowed him to do as he would with your body.
“Shit,” he mumbled, “I’m close.”
You murmured an inaudible sound, acknowledging what he said. He wasn’t sure if you were too, so you did your best to agree and choke out: “me too”.
Kyungsoo took this as motivation to chase both your highs, burying his head into your collarbone and drilling into you further. The tip of his dick brushed against your sweet spot and your hands found their way to Kyungsoo’s hair, roughly gripping onto him. It hurt him, and he purred into your ear as you clenched around him, about to come undone.
“I love you, baby,” he rasped into your ear, and you let go.
It was like dangerous waves being forcefully thrown against rocks, water spreading and spraying on the shore. The feeling shattered through your whole body and you clung to Kyungsoo even harder. He pulled from your grasp, raising himself above you as he rode you through your orgasm, watching your face as the ecstasy washed through you.
He came straight after, sighing and collapsing back down onto you while tiredness was taking refuge in your body already. He lay motionless once he’d fallen from his high, still inside you. His eyes fluttered closed as he panted loudly, close to your ear.
“I love you,” you muffled, the state of sleep already creeping up on you. Kyungsoo smiled, never feeling so much love for someone as in that moment. He climbed away, approaching the huge glass window and only seeing a thick grey mist outside. He shut the vast black blind, blocking out the now-uncomfortable light. He rushed to find a cloth and clean you both up, while you ended up falling asleep on the couch.
After cleaning you both, he picked up the soft blanket which the two of you had thrown across the room earlier and wrapped you both in it, lying next to you and kissing your cheek. It had become a storm outside, and he suddenly felt the urge to protect you from it.
Innocent 1, 2, and 7 + kyungsoo for the drabble game please! Thank you!
1. “i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world…”2. “we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday”7. “i long for the day i get to hug you in the open”
The nightly call finally comes through, and his face appears on your phone screen. As his eyes land back on his phone, a smile spreads across his face.
“Hey,” Kyungsoo greets shyly.
“Hey,” You grin, “How’s Japan?”
“It’s alright, I guess.” He shrugs.
“What do you mean you guess?” You laugh.
“‘Cause you’re not here.”
You groan with a roll of your eyes.
“I can’t wait to show you off to the entire world…” His words trail off, and his smile fades slightly.
“We’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday,” You assure.
He sighs deeply as his eyes close. His lips press into a thin line before he speaks again. “I long for the day I get to hug you in the open.”
“And I’ll wait as long as it takes for that day to come.”
“I really don’t deserve you.”
“Shut up. What would you even do without me?” You joke, bringing his smile back.
“Is that Y/N?” You hear Baekhyun in the background.
Chanyeol’s face comes into frame behind Kyungsoo. “It is!”
Then, there’s a chorus of random greetings and weird noises.
“I gotta go.” Kyungsoo’s face is turning red.
“Okay, you guys be careful.”
“We will.” He affirms and blows you a kiss through the video call. Before the call ends, you hear his members already teasing him for it.
You’re sat up on the bathroom counter with Kyungsoo knelt in front of you. There’s a subtle blush on your cheeks as he gently works on you. This all started because you ran to hug him… Your clumsy butt ended up tripping and scraping your knee. So here you are in his bathroom while he aids your wound.
“Hold still.” He grabs your shin as you squirm away from the cotton ball soaked in some antiseptic that stings.
“Sorry… I couldn’t help falling for you.” You joke lightly.
“Why are you like this?” He glances up at you.
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?” You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Fine, your scrape can get infected.” He pretends to stand up.
“I don’t want you to stop.” You pout, and he kneels back down with a grin.
