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5 senses at a college party with boyfriend!Mingyu 1.8k words; fluffy but suggestive, kind of? (WARNINGS:  this story includes mentions of alcohol) NOTE: firstly, thanks to sophie for the prompt idea.  secondly, while this isn’t technically very smutty, you can obviously tell my mind went to the gutter again. so sorry for that (but not really). enjoy :)

Sight

As you squeezed through the crowd of dancing bodies, your eyes slid across the area; arms flew in all directions and dribbles of liquid flew from the cups said arms tried to preserve whilst moving wildly.  You set your sights above the ocean of heads, searching for mound of brown hair that would stick out significantly high above all others.  

Your eyes finally landed on the familiar face of a tall, slender boy with yellow hair ruffled across his forehead, to which you hurriedly flocked to. “Hey, Minghao!”  You yelled above all other imposing sounds to get the boy’s attention, stepping up to him with a big smile.

“Heeeey,” he gleamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “What’s up?” He led you away from the crowd of people and into the kitchen, where empty cups littered the floor, abandoned half-filled cups rested on the table and stools, and a line of liquor bottles and sodas lined the counters. “What do you want, I’ll pour you up,” your friend offered, grabbing a red cup from the upside down stack.  

“Whatever you feel like pouring,” you confirmed, not feeling the right to be picky about his house’s free booze.  “Uh, d’you know where Mingyu is, though?”

Minghao shrugged his shoulders, his earring bouncing with the action, “Nah, haven’t seen him in a bit.  He’s probably waiting around for you, too,” he laughed at the idea of the pair of you searching in opposite directions for one another as he handed you the cup.

“Thanks.” You blew out a sigh, “I’m gonna check his room, if you see him send his lanky ass to me,” with a shared laugh between you both, you retreated to the back of the house.  Muttering apologies and excusing yourself, you pushed past the few couples who were pressed together against the walls of the hallway.  Your knuckles tapped against his door three times before you entered, your eyes dropping upon the long legs that rested comfortably on the bed.  

Your eyes skimmed up his long body, taking in the clothes he donned tonight first.  You always loved how stylish your boyfriend was, legs clad in black jeans, torso covered with a thin, loose grey tee shirt accompanied by an even more loose plaid flannel comprised of dark green and navy blue.  Dangling to the side of his neck was the plain gold chain you’d gotten him a while back (you’d only gotten it because he whined about not looking cool enough without one), but you didn’t regret it, he did look heavenly with it on.  Scanning the hunk further upward, you were met with a smile of pearly white teeth and those two cute canines that stuck out, and finishing the eyeing of your man led to his hair, slightly messed up from having been laying down, but even before he’d lie down he had probably forgotten to brush through it, anyway.

“Here you were,” you cooed, a smile dragging across your lips at the sight of his own.  The moment you walked in, he’d gotten up from the bed and picked up a bottle from the table, lifting it to his smiling lips, eyes gleaming as they scraped over your entirety.  

Smell

Arms quickly engulfed you in a loose embrace, your nose meeting with the chest in front of you just as quickly.  With a pleased giggle, you leaned forward and rested your weight against Mingyu, breathing in deeply.  His shirt smelled of fabric softener and detergent, provoking you to rub your face against him.

“Huh, finally did your laundry, did you?” You chided, a playful smile overtaking your expression.  You wrapped an arm around his waist and gazed upward, scrunching your nose as his breath flowed across your face; you’d expected a heavier stench of beer than he’d given off, but only a light bitterness accompanied by a hint of his toothpaste’s spearmint flavor invaded your senses.

“Actually, I just borrowed this from Minghao,” he joked along with you, lips curling into another beautiful smile.  His neck craned downward as you lifted to your toes, lips skimming across yours lightly before throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.  “There’s a whole party out there and we’re missing out, let’s go!”

Letting out a hearty laugh, you held your arm forward and called out in agreement, your head resting against his shoulder as he led the both of you out the room.  You inhaled his cologne as you made way through people once more; Mingyu being the kind of guy who never left his room without making sure he didn’t reek of manly stench.  Yet, although you would never admit it to him (his ego would positively explode), even his natural aroma was pleasing; a unexplainable musk that gave you a filling sense of security when it were just the two of you, lying side by side in his bed.  His cologne, however, gave Mingyu a different vibe; the warmth that emits from his fragrance heats your nostrils, the blend spicy yet still sweet.  Honestly, Mingyu may as well have irresistible written across his forehead with the way just his scents alone make you feel.

As the two of you made your way into the living room, the once pleasing aroma flowing from your boyfriend was overpowered by the amount of people whose bodies produced disgustingly powerful stenches.  “I need another drink, come with me,” Mingyu whined and moved his arm to your waist, pulling you along with him to the kitchen.

Taste

You brought your own cup to your lips as Mingyu poured his, eyes shutting and lips pinching as the searing liquid slid down your throat.  Silently, you cursed Minghao, an unintentional laugh rising through you.  Of course, of all possible liquor options, he would give you the drink with a heavy bite; the flavor alone was enough to send chills down your spine, it tasted smokey and had the brash flavor of cinnamon.

Mingyu returned to your side, leaning against the counter and throwing back a big gulp of his preferred drink.  He nudged you with his shoulder to get your attention, “You’re admiring me very heavily, ya’ know?” He teased you while pulling you in front of himself and putting his drink aside. “But I guess I’ll give you a free pass to admire, I mean: I am quite the attraction.”  

You let out a scoff, along with a roll of the eyes, as you reached for each collar side of his opened flannel shirt. “And I’ll give you a free pass for that, because you really are,” you gave your boyfriend a wink before pulling him in for a kiss.  Mingyu’s lips, no matter what he’d consumed, are always just as sweet as his persona; not the multiples of unhealthy candies sweet, definitely not that.  His lips always taste of genuine sugar, the kind that you eat as a child before pouring it your cereal, expecting it to be just as nice as candy but really it’s just sweetness, there’s no flavor to the sugar, just that singular sensation. That’s what he tasted like, that and a hint of booze, of course.

Touch

Mingyu’s hands made their way to your waist, one arm quickly winding itself around you and pressing you flush against his body, the other hand came up to meet your neck, fingers brushing gently through your smooth strands of hair.  Your own pair found themselves moving from his collar to his hair and his chest, one combing through the feathery soft tufts of brown, while the other pressed flat against him, right on top of his accelerating heartbeat.

Your lips curled into a smile at the feeling of his heart rate, sliding from his own lips to his cheek, from his cheek to his jaw, and from there to his neck.  Although you knew you were flush in the middle of the kitchen and pinned together with Mingyu, his skin just felt so soft and so warm and plush under your kisses that it were impossible to tear yourself away from such an intoxicating man.

Meanwhile, Mingyu’s own fingers had began to hike up your shirt, gliding across your own smooth skin and drawing small circles upon each of your hips.  His head lolled to the side as your lips continued to the crook of his neck, teeth scraping against him, drawing small goosebumps to his skin and sending a crude chill down his spine.

You feel the vibrations of the  grunt that leaves his chest as you make your way back to his lips, hovering them with the lightest touch you could muster.  The fingers that were previously circling your skin were now pressed onto your back causing you break into a smile and skim your hands up to Mingyu’s cheeks.  Pressing them firmly, you leave a lingering peck and let your eyes graze up his face to meet the eyes that were now fiery hot, a combination between the alcohol and your incredibly intense teasing.

Sound

“HEY, could you two stop being gross right here, you’re in the way!”  A loud roar from Minghao broke the concentration you had on your boyfriend as you turned around and flipped a rude finger toward him.  With a laugh you pushed yourself away from Mingyu and grabbed onto your drink again.  “Go be nasty among the other dancing nasties, would you?3”

“He must be lone-drinking tonight, huh?” Mingyu quipped, spurting into a heart-warming laugh at his roommate’s expression.  Although he frequently laughed—not just small laughs but hearty, full laughs—the sound never failed to bring an instant smile to your face.  His laugh always sounded so pure and warm, and it alone showed Mingyu in his entirety; a warm, playful, gentle kind of guy.

“Piss off,” Minghao scowled, shooing you and your boyfriend out of the kitchen.  The closer you got to the living room the louder the blaring of music got.  Mingyu clinged to you as you continued to one of the inner corners of the room where other familiar faces of Mingyu’s friends were holed up.  The two of you joined in with most of the others at the party, bodies syncing to the beats of the song, one of which you were unfamiliar with but all the same provided you with something to move to.

“I just think you should know,” your boyfriends silky smooth voice started, close enough to your ear for only you to hear—but to hear very clearly.  “You got me all worked up in there,” he pressed on, the depth in his voice sending tremors through your body, a smirk lacing itself on both yours and his lips. “And I’m definitely getting payback tonight.  No free passes anymore, baby.” A few sentences had never evoked so many reactions from you before; Mingyu’s deep, sultry voice flooded through you in heavy waves, you could honestly listen to him speak nonstop in this tone.  It was almost chocolaty, smooth and velvety, terribly delectable and leaving you to whither in anticipation for the events to come.

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5 senses with rock band bassist!Jeonghan 1.9k words (WARNINGS:  this story includes alcohol, smoking, and suggestive sexual encounters)

Smell

Almost like a punch in the face with a nice, solid brick, the mixed scents of smoke, alcohol, and vomit glided up your nose as soon as you’d opened the door.  This bar, disgusting as it may seem, has always been home to a welcoming atmosphere for you, the type to frequently sit at the counter, beer in hand, head bobbing to the live music.

“You came!” Soonyoung grinned, grasping your arm in his hand the moment he laid eyes on you.  He leaned closer to speak to you as the current band on stage began their next set, “Let’s grab some drinks!”  Through his close proximity, you deemed Soonyoung definitely had not waited on you to get there before drinking, his breath almost rancid with the many variations of of beverages he’d downed.  However, the stench of his favorite cologne overpowered that of the alcohol that had began to settle in your sinuses, the mixture of manly musk and, was it pine?  Whatever it was, it was a positive change to the scent of vomit, most definitely.

“How many drinks have you had already, it’s only eleven,” you laughed a false judgement, knowing you, yourself, would have already been drinking too had it not been for prior engagements.  “I’ll take a gin and tonic, thanks,” you smiled to the bartender as she asked for your choices of drinks.  It was cleaner close to the bar, although the sitting alcohol scent was stronger nearest its source, the mixture of cigarette smoke failed to glide this far from the crowd.  As your drinks were being made you turned your head to the side to the middle-aged man sitting alone beside you, his aura emitting a scent that made known he’d either not showered in quite a while, or had been hard at work the entire day before spending his night drowning in liquor.

Sight

As soon as the pair of you had received your drinks, the lights on the stage were suddenly cut, shadowed bodies scurrying off of the space with instruments in hand.  “Come!  They’re up next,” you barely had enough time to take a large swig of the drink before Soonyoung grabbed your arm for the second time, this time pulling you as he pushed through a wave of people who threw indifferent or grumbled expressions to the two of you.  

He halted a couple feet from the stage, lifting his chin as a drummer and bassist made way onto the stage.  “Okay, now fill me in, who’s who!?” You nudged your friend’s shoulder with your own, taking a glance at him.

“Alright,” he looks from you to the men who are setting up the stage, “The one with the drum sticks in his pocket, there, he’s Jihoon.”  You squinted your eyes at the guy crouched over on one knee; through the small amount of light provided he had dark hair, black it seemed, and his stature was on the shorter side.  “The bassist, he’s moving the amp right now, his name’s Jeonghan.”  You nodded, turning your head to the side to catch a better glimpse of this so called Jeonghan.  He was tall, his long legs adorned with tight, acid wash, ripped jeans; his torso donned an unevenly ripped-sleeve Led Zeppelin shirt, flaunting his nicely toned arms to the audience.  Scanning from bottom to top, your eyes finally reached his face of sharp, lively features, his forehead covered by an unkempt mess of blonde hair.

Your tongue darted out across your lips, concentration broken by the shove at your side, “Oh! There he is, Seungcheol.  He’s the singer and guitarist,” Soonyoung finished his introductions  by shooting you a proud smile, turning toward the stage again as the its lights flicked on one by one.

Sound

Without introductions, the singer stood at his microphone, eyes gleaming downward and scanning the sea of bodies beneath his post.  His head turned toward the side, eyes cast to his left and three small taps were heard through the quiet anticipation of happily curious drunks when, suddenly, the influx of sounds hit your ears in wave pools.  First came the introduction beat of the drums, then a hard strum of a guitar, followed by the gentle, rhythmic strums of the bass.  

You watched the bassist exclusively, following as his fingers moved down the bass’ neck, his other hand strumming fluidly.  Although the bass was the softest of tunes, it felt as though it were the loudest to you.  Seungcheol’s voice and guitar, Jihoon’s drums, the screams and shouts of strangers, all of it blurred together while you focused on the bassit.

“Aren’t they good?!” Soonyoung’s close yell broke your trance, as you smiled and nodded.

“They’re fantastic!”  You agreed, head pounding to the beat, body swaying back and forth as the sounds all tuned themselves back into your ears once again.

“Hell yeah!” a group of guys yelled next to you as the lead went into a guitar solo, ripping a hearty laugh from your throat as they drunkenly showed off their air-guitar skills.  You brought your attention back to the stage as Seungcheol’s solo was slowly accompanied by a smooth patter of drum beats and the soft backing of the bass, building into the final chorus before the song ended on strong notes, voice fading out in an echo throughout the bar.

The crowd, including yourself, burst into hefty cheers at the end of the band’s entire set, strangers grouping in cries over how good they were and hopes to get them to the bar again soon.

Touch

Soonyoung’s sweaty palm found its way to your arm once again, bringing you closer to him as the two of you made your way back through the crowd and to a table, rather than the counter.  “They should be out soon, we’ll have to wait for them,” he said, focusing on the drink on the table across from yours.

“Go! Get me one too,” you laughed, not bothering to explain yourself as he already knew he was caught red handed.  With a pat to the top of your head and a look that read ‘you’re the best’ he shot to the bar to grab the bartender’s attention. You ran your fingers through your hair, sweeping it across in one fluid moment before letting the smooth strands fly in their own directions.

As your friend returned, he did so with three additions, hearty smiles gleaming across each face, likely from a Soonyoung joke.  “Guys! This is the friend I mentioned!”  You were officially introduced to the band members as they took their seats at the circular table, Soonyoung on your right and Jeonghan your left.  Your face heated and you kept your eyes settled on the drink set in front of you, fingers wrapping around the cooled glass.

“Hey, it’s good to meet you!”  Jeonghan greeted you, shooting a hand out in your direction.  Your cheeks flushed at his handsome features as your grasped his callused, yet still smooth, hand in your own.  A smirk drew across his face as his hand held onto yours for a few seconds overdrawn.  “Did you enjoy the show?”

“What?” You flush, mind racing to the fact that you had practically eye-fucked the bass player who was now less than one foot from your side.

“The set,” he laughed, “did you like it?”

“Oh!” you bit down on your tongue, inducing a sting to prevent your thoughts from getting far too ahead of you.  “Definitely!  You guys are really damn good!”

Jeonghan chuckled a thanks and leaned back into his chair, throwing his arm around the back of yours, the soft skin of his arm brushing the ticklish back of your neck.  While the other three were preoccupied with one another, Jeonghan leaned even closer to you, his lips a mere inches from your ear as he whispered, “I know you probably don’t want me to,” Jeonghan donned a smirk, a fire in his eyes igniting as he looked over at you, “But I totally know you were eyeing me up on stage.”  

His warm breath flowed over your ear and down your neck as your mouth formed a prominent ‘o’ shape at having been caught, earning a deep laugh from the incredibly attractive man to your left. Gaining some unprovoked sense of confidence, you straightened up, leaning yourself closer to Jeonghan, fingers delicately dropping themselves onto the cotton that covers only half of his shoulder. “I was enjoying the show,” you bluff your flirty poise, insides burning from embarrassment.

“How’s about another one, then? ” He winked, the action leaving you much less than indifferent, your insides feeling as if they would combust.  Flirty fingers found their way to your arm, rubbing up and down in feather-light movements; the tips of his fingers were rough from the strings of his bass. “Let’s leave?” With his close proximity, the flipped, unbrushed strands of his hair tickled against your cheek as you nodded in complience.  Jeonghan excused the two of you from the group of friends, his hand trailing from your shoulder down to the lower of your back, as you stood, carefully pressing you forward as he led the two of you out of the bar.

Taste

As you looked around the living room of Jeonghan’s messy apartment, a hand snaked onto your back once again, a cold bottle of beer held in front of you.  “Sorry it’s pretty nasty in here,” he laughed, kicking aside an assortment of dirty clothes as he made his way to the couch.

You brought the bottle to your lips and seated yourself beside him, pulling one leg underneath yourself.   Your mouth filled with the cool liquid, gliding down your throat and igniting your tastebuds bitterly, an earthy, musky flavor roaming your tongue. Jeonghan alternated between taking small sips of his more powerful drink and puffing on the cigarette between his fingers, making small talk that drove your mind further into the gutter the longer he kept you fermenting.

“Now,” you set your bottle down on the table, turning yourself toward the man at your side and brushing your hand through your hair. “About that extra show…”

Jeonghan’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, hand trailing up your thigh, “What, is someone getting impatient?” He teased, fingers curling into your hip as you tugged him forward, lips latching to your own.

“Very,” you mumbled, moving yourself onto Jeonghan’s lap, fingers curling into his blonde locks.  His tongue twisted and prodded at your own, the easily distinguished taste of minty menthol grazing your senses, mixing into the faint leftover flavor of your drink and the sour metallic taste of his tongue ring.  Fingers tugging on his hair, you earned a low grunt, using the opportunity to push his tongue back, teeth grazing his bottom lip before lightly licking across the skin; his lips, unlike his breath, taste of scotch, vanilla and deeply smokey.  The robust flavor matched Jeonghan’s aura, the strength of the alcohol a correspondent to the ferocity in which hands roamed your body; the rubbing, the pinching, the digging, all of it leaving you with a wanton burn erupting from your core.

Your lips moved aside, trailing down Jeonghan’s jaw to his neck, teeth biting down directly beneath his ear, tongue roaming the bruising skin.  His salty flavor built against your senses, colliding with the scent of the cologne he’d likely been wearing before sweating it off during the band’s performance.  A hand wound itself around your neck and your face was brought back to Jeonghan’s, his lips hungrily enveloping yours as he stood from the couch, hands both moving to cup your thighs.

“The couch isn’t very comfortable,” he’d groaned, that damned smirk gracing his face once again, the fire in his hooded eyes deepening as you pressed against him. “But the bed definitely is.”