Requested by anon. Sorry for disappearing and sorry for disappointing and so sorry if this wasn’t as good as you expected. I am trying so hard to be a writer again.
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Hiding behind the curtains, Junhong was observing the night street. It was calm and quiet to the point when a couple passed or someone who was talking on his phone, he could hear what they are saying.
It was getting late and as the clock clicked seconds away, Junhong grew more worried. You did not show up yet and you were supposed to arrive half an hour ago.
His back straightened when he spotted a taxi making a turn into his street. His heart was beating so fast, hoping that it was you. When the taxi stopped by his house’s door, he sighed in relief as he hurried outside to help you.
And as he expected when he opened the taxi’s passenger’s seat door, he found you passed out on the seat. You kept murmuring alien’s words.
“how much sir?” Junhong asked the taxi driver.
“A young lady already paid for the trip. Just get her out of my car before she vomits.”
Junhong could understand the annoyance in the driver’s voice, as he grabbed your arms and pulled you out of the car. He helped you on your feet as he let you lean on his shoulder. He thanked the taxi driver before closing the door.
“Whooooo?” You suddenly said as you tried to pull away from him.
“Your boyfriend.” He said as you pulled you in his arms again. “Are you awake? Could you walk?”
“My boyfriend?” You looked confused for a second before a grin stretched on your face. “Junhong-aaaah” exclaiming, you grabbed his face into your arms as you stumbled on your own feet. However, luckily his grip over you was so strong that you did not fall. “I am not drunk; I just drank a little bit. Just a little bit.”
“They made you drink again.” He sighed as he helped you to the door and into the house. When he had to let go of you, to help you remove your shoes for just a few seconds, you almost dropped onto the floor like a corn bag.
“Hey, Y/N.” he caught you on time, as started giggling and hug him tightly.
“I miss you, Junhong.” You murmured, eye closed, arms lose yet strong around his neck. “I always miss you when you aren’t around.”
“Yeah, I miss you too. Let me get you to bed.”
You pushed away from him as you shook your head vigorously. “I--- I am not sleeeeepy at all. I told you…. I am not drunk.”
As you stumbled toward the living room, you pumped into the coffee table and groaned in pain. Junhong hurried behind you to help, but you held out your hand and shook your head. “I am fine.” You declared as you reached for the remote and opened the tv.
Junhong always got worried when you go to a company dinner. Since you are the newbie, they always made you drink until you are wasted and start walking like a zombie. He asked you to pick you up today but you told him that you didn’t want to give the impression of someone dependent and that she could take care of herself.
Junhong scoffed as he watched you raising the tv volume to the maximum that young blood by 5seconds of summer could be heard from the street. He knew something like this would happen and the next moment would be dancing over the coffee table like there was no tomorrow.
He could not determine if he liked it when you were drunk or not, but today you were extra cute as you kept pointing at him, before throwing your hair in the air. At a moment like this, he would be clean up after you, today he decided to join as he jumped on the sofa beside the coffee table and started dancing too.
You laughed so much at his moves and he laughed at yours. A world with just the two of you. Being clumsy and in love.
Out of the blue, Junhong’s eyes widened as he saw you getting near the edge of the coffee table. And right before you slip down, he caught you in his arms as you fall over him. Luckily, when he fell backward, it was the sofa that found him instead of the floor being tarped between you and the sofa.
“Are you okay?” He grabbed your face, worriedly as he kept checking if you got hurt anywhere.
To his surprise, you smiled at him, leaning your chin on his chest. “I love your face.” You pocked his cheek as your eyes disappeared into a wide smile. Junhong relaxed as he threw his head backward in relief. You sounded okay. “You are too handsome. I want to hide you.”
“I would do the same to you too.”
Pushing a few strands of hair out of your face, he stared at you. Your cheeks were red from how drunk you were or from the adrenaline of dancing on the table and then the sudden fall. Your eyes were unfocused and kept closing on its own. You looked tired and he wished he could tell you not to do that, however, he would never stop you from following your dreams
“I would hide you from the world.” He said softly as he watched you falling slowly into a deep sleep over his chest.
There was a plan that he would carry you back to the bed. However, he preferred not to wake you up and watch you sleep like this all night that he ended up falling asleep without even realizing it.
Request: Could I request a tooth-achingly sweet soulmate!au for Zelo (B.A.P)? Like the kind where they have the tattoo of each other’s names? Also, I’m so so happy you’re back!! 💖💖
Pairing: BAP’s Zelo x Reader
Genre: Fluff
You grumbled to yourself as you scratched at the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “Maybe I can just get it covered up.”
“Don’t you dare!” your best friend gasped, smacking you lightly on the shoulder. “That’s your destiny!”
“A person is not my destiny,” you argued. “I decide my own destiny.”
“Right, you just don’t decide the person you share your destiny with,” she chuckled, looking over the edge of her glasses.
Shooting her a glare, you looked back down to your coffee, eager to end this conversation and down the cup. “So where are you going on holiday?”
“Spain - what’s your tattoo say?” she asked, setting her own cup down with a smile.
You rolled your eyes before gingerly tucking the skin into your body and away from her. “Zel. He sounds like a Power Rangers villain.”
“I was thinking more Dragon Ball Z,” she nodded, her grin growing more ferocious by the moment. “But calm down, I’m certain it isn’t done yet.”
“Whoever decided one letter would appear at a time didn’t truly know the meaning of cruel and unusual punishment,” you muttered. “And how did you get so lucky?”
Your best friend giggled as she looked down at her tattoo, her soulmate’s name etched in it’s completion. Her attention then diverted to the fat engagement ring balanced on her finger. “Everyone in my family got their tattoos early. I guess it’s an inherited trait.”
Chewing on your lip, you tried to avoid eye contact. Not only were you privileged to live in a society that’s romantic policies seemed to operate based off of systematic genetic mutations, but those mutations also appeared at different times for different people.
Imagine your shock and horror when all of your friends had their soulmates names begin to show up at your twelfth birthday party.
But your skin remained untouched.
It wasn’t until recently that your own black scribble had begun to appear, and in recent days, had been picking up letters with speed.
“Where are you going on holiday?” your friend asked, noticing your silence.
You let out a sigh before giving a small nod. “South Korea.”
.
.
“But why does it hurt?” Zelo pouted, draping his arm over Yongguk’s leg.
“Because it’s a tattoo,” his older, former member chuckled, patting his arm in return.
“But it’s not like...a tattoo, tattoo,” he muttered, eying the letters on his arm. “It doesn’t feel the same.”
“You’re right,” Yongguk nodded. “It feels worse.”
“You know, there’s a flaw in the system,” Zelo groaned. “What if someone has the same name? Then what?”
“Then you hope you find the right one,” Yongguk chuckled. “I’ve never heard of that happening though. The universe has it’s ways.”
“It would be just my luck if I found the wrong someone with the right name,” Zelo groaned, glancing down to his tattoo. The words written so plainly in English eluded him. He wasn’t entirely certain of the pronunciation, but knew it was definitely someone who used English as one of their primary languages. That’s how the tattoos normally worked. They would appear as a native tongue, or at least in a language your soulmate spoke. It gave you the opportunity to learn it as well before meeting for the first time and becoming terribly confused.
“Think about it this way,” Yongguk sighed. “It’s not the wrong person, it’s just you taking a little control of the situation.”
“I feel like that was meant to be comforting,” Zelo grumbled. “Can’t you give me better wise words than that?”
“Trust the system,” Yongguk smiled. “That’s the only option we have.”
“Come on!” Zelo gasped. “Don’t you want to give me some speech about disregarding the system and finding your own true soul mate and falling in love your own way?”
“And then what?” Yongguk laughed. “Sure, you find someone you think you’re in love with, but then you bump into the person who is, in all actuality, the person who’s name is written on your arm. Talk about unnecessary complication.”
Zelo furrowed his brows before leaning back into the couch again. “You’ve grown soft in your old age.”
“Nope,” Yongguk hummed. “I’ve just grown more wise. Why create complication and heartache for yourself when you can just follow how things are meant to be?”
“But don’t you ever wonder about the what if?”
“When you meet your soul mate...” Yongguk nodded. “The what if won’t matter.”
.
.
You couldn’t tell your best friend that there was a very specific reason for your holiday in Korea. Granted, the food was mouth watering, the history and culture was mesmerizing, and the fashion scene was incredible, but you had another reason to go. Sure, you had mentioned that your tattoo said “Zel,” but that was the only portion of it that you could actually read.
The rest of it was in a very different language.
A very different language that you had determined was Hangul.
You were already in your second day of visiting Seoul when another letter appeared on your arm, an “o” following the “Zel” you were already familiar with.
“Zelo,” you murmured to yourself, shimmying down your shirt sleeve before picking up your coffee from the Starbucks counter. “If that’s his English name...what a strange one to choose.”
Lost in thought as you wandered out of the coffee shop and towards the street, you hardly noticed when a man passed by maybe a little too closely. You felt the pull before your legs could stop you. The uncomfortable feeling of falling took over as your unknowingly untied shoelace was caught under the stranger’s foot.
You let out a noise somewhere between a squawk and a shout, tumbling toward the ground before a pair of strong hands caught you. Spinning your body, and pouring your coffee haphazardly across his white, button down, he grabbed you just as you were about to slam into the concrete.
“Aish,” he groaned, standing you up on your own feet again. He winced as he looked down at you, struggling to find his words. “Are...you okay?”
You winced as you glanced at his shirt, which was very much not okay. “I am, but your shirt.”
“Shirt?” he laughed looking down. “It’s okay...just a shirt.”
You watched as he began to unbutton the fabric around his wrists and roll his shirt sleeves up, his tan skin becoming more and more unclothed by the moment.
You would have missed it if you weren’t watching, but just as you considered thanking him and turning away, a small, black scribble on his arm caught your attention.
“Why...why is my name...why is my name on your arm?” you whispered.
“Sorry,” the tall man said with a small bow. “My English...not so great.”
You took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “H-hello,” you stuttered out in uncertain Korean. “My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he said quietly, letting the words marinate on his lips. His eyes grew wide as he repeated it again, the understanding slowly coating his features. This time, he spoke in quiet, but clear english. “You are...?”
“I think so,” you nodded, your ability to speak his language shaky at best.
With slow fingers, he reached toward his sleeve, and began to fold the fabric further upwards towards his arm. Resting directly below the ditch of his elbow, sat your name in clear, block print. A small smile formed on his lips as he glanced shyly toward you. He was hesitant as he moved, stopping his hand several times before it finally met yours. As if static was waiting behind every touch, his fingertips shocked yours, but not enough to cause either of you to retreat.
You allowed him to move your hands slowly, only stopping once your palm was wrapped around his forearm and your thumb brushed against the moniker you had written for decades now.
“Soul mates...” Zelo said quietly.
You gave him an encouraging nod, noting his English, or at least his English pertaining to this situation, was pretty effective. Taking your hand from his arm, you pulled up your sleeve as well, glancing at it fondly for the first time in your life.
“My name?” he gasped, his eyes lighting up at the words. Without waiting he took your forearm in his grasp. As he eyed the lettering curiously, it gave you the opportunity to examine him more closely. He stood taller than you with short, dark hair, sticking out sharply from his forehead. His eyes were dark as well, so intensely brown that they were nearly black. A small stud sat in his perfect, button nose, adding another interesting facet to a face you could already stare at for hours. Your focus traced down his profile and toward his hand where his pointer finger trailed along your tattoo.
“Zelo,” he nodded. “My stage name. I am rap...I am a rapper. ” He tapped at the word proudly, only moving on once you nodded as well. He moved on to the next letters, written in tight Hangul. “Choi-”
“Junhong,” you finished with a smirk. “Choi Junhong.”
Zelo leaned back, hardly able to contain the happiness in his expression. “I feel...so amazing...right now.”
His hand slid down your arm, allowing himself the chance to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Mine,” he said quietly. “My soulmate.”
“Yours,” you echoed in Korean. “Forever.”
A small smile emerged on his lips before he looked up toward you. “Forever.”
B.A.P “Their GF casually wears their ex’s clothing.”
Ask: Hey i was hoping you could do a bap and vixx reaction to their gf wearing her ex's sweater casually. like around the house or to bed? Thanks! Youre seriously such a talented writer I've read everyrhing youve written and i think you get everyones pers9nalities spot on. Keep up the amazing work babe ❤️❤️
A/n: Y/E/N=Your ex’s name
Yongguk:
At first he would think you were doing it to make him upset. But once he realised you were only wearing his sweaters because you thought they were comfortable and nothing more he would laugh to himself. He had nothing to worry about, you just wanted to be comfortable.
“I like how you use his clothes to clean, kind of like the way you cleaned him out of your life.”
Himchan:
He would be upset at first, letting his own insecurities get the best of himself and start an argument with you about it. Once you reassured him that there wasn’t any other reason aside from comfort he would feel terrible for doubting you, but would still be kind of jealous.
“I’m sorry, but if you want to be comfortable just steal my clothes. There more comfortable anyways.”
Daehyun:
He wouldn’t be that upset, he’d find it more amusing than anything else. It would please him that the only thing you kept of his were his clothes and nothing else. He understood it wasn’t for emotional value but for comfort and accessability. He would only tease you when you wore them.
“Mmm I didn’t know I was dating Y/E/N too.”
Youngjae:
I feel like he would be insecure more than he would lead on. The most insecure people defend themselves with humor, (I speak out of experience) he would crack a lot of jokes when you wore your ex’s clothing but deep on the inside he’d fear he wasn’t good enough for you.
“I know I make jokes, but I need to know if you still love him.”
Jongup:
He really wouldn’t mind all too much, at first. If you did it a lot he would worry slightly but avoid the subject because he wouldn’t know how to approach the subject. He would avoid it until it really started bothering him.
“I don’t know how to feel about this but I do know that I’m not comfortable with this.”
Zelo/Junhong:
He’s quite young and I feel like he gets jealous quite easily. He just doesn’t want to get upset with you so that would end in built up anger that will explode. He’d end up yelling at you one day before profusely apologizing to you. He just needs to know you only have eyes for him.
“I hate that you wear his clothes. It makes me feel so insignifigent.”
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A/N: Hello! So finally I have Junhong’s prince AU here for you. The final instalment of my prince AUs. I’m sorry this is a bit late, I was supposed to post this on Monday and but and behold I got sick and I’m the whiniest and the most unmotivated sick person ever. But it’s here so enjoy my dears.
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Prologue
Yongguk
Himchan
Daehyun
Jongup
You stand nervously in front of the six princes. You feel your palms sweating under their powerful gaze as they all had this intimidating aura around them. You slowly think about how you encountered them all earlier.
“I pick Junhong”
The words tumble out of your lips before you realise it.
Junhong’s eyes widen in surprise and then he shakes his head quickly hiding his shock.
You feel yourself smiling a little at his reaction.
“Ah, our Junhongie is the lucky one”, Himchan says and ruffles Junhong’s hair.
Junhong makes an annoyed noise before he swats away Himchan’s hand. Himchan laughs as Junhong pouts as he fixes his hair.
“Stop babying him”, Yongguk says.
“But he is adorable” Himchan says as he coos at Junhong who rolls his eyes.
“Don’t listen to him, you will do great”, Jongup says and pats Junhong’s shoulder.
Junhong smiles and nods at Jongup before he steps forward to you. He bows a little and it feels a little awkward but you bow back at him just as awkwardly.
Your mother claps her hands bring everyone’s attention to her. She has a wide smile on her face and happily announces that its time for you and Junhong to go have dinner. You wanted to protest but your mother has shoved you and Junhong out the throne room and into the dimly lit dinning room.
It is a little bit awkward as the two of you sit opposite of each other eating your food quietly. He is quiet and you’re not really sure what to say to him.
“The food is nice”, he finally says.
“It’s all right I guess”, you say.
“This isn’t awkward at all”, he says.
“Nope, not at all”
The two of you look up at each other and laugh together as the awkwardness melts away a little bit.
“Where is Mochi?” you ask.
His eyes light up and he starts telling you about Mochi and what he does with Mochi. His aura changes from tense to more carefree. His eyes glitter in pride as he gushes about little Mochi and you find it super endearing. He was like a proud father.
“I’d love to meet Mochi again”, you say.
“I’m sure he wants to meet you again too! He really took a liking to you earlier”, Junhong says with a wide smile.
The two of you agree to meet up tomorrow in the gardens after your lessons for the day. He said he would bring Mochi along and you feel really excited. You bid him good night before heading to your room for the night with this happy and excited feeling, looking forward to see Junhong again.
And Mochi too.
The next day you are practically floating around the castle as you go to each of your lessons. You felt so light today and even all of your boring lessons were fun and it went by quickly.
At the end of the day you go to the fountain in the gardens as the fun is setting. It’s golden hour and you just enjoy the scenery. While you are distracted you don’t hear the little footsteps of little paws running towards you until Mochi is rubbing against your feet.
“Oh hello”, you say as you smile at him and bend down to scratch his head.
He barks happily at you and you can’t help but smile. You look around but don’t see Junhong. You pout a little bit as you guess he won’t be coming. Mochi barks at you as if telling you that it’s ok.
“I guess we can’t force him to spend time with me if he doesn’t want to”, you say and Mochi barks back at you.
“Do you want to play?”
Mochi backs back at you and you smile at him. You look around to find something you can use to play with him. While you look around a small ball rolls over to you and you stare at it. You look around but don’t see anyone but Mochi seems to like the little ball so you pick it up and you throw it over. Mochi barks and runs over to go fetch it back to you.
He runs back to you happily with the ball in his mouth.
“Good Mochi”, you praise him and rub his head.
You play with Mochi for a long time before he starts to look tired and it’s getting dark. You feel a little bad for Mochi so you pick him up in your arms and he practically collapses in your arms.
“Oh you must be so tired”, you coo at him and he snuggles closer in your arms as if he understands you.
He looks sleepy and you just smile at him.
“Where do I take you though?”
You end up carrying him to the dining room where you are surprise to see a smiling Junhong waiting for you.
“Oh hello”, you say awkwardly.
“Hello, nice to see you again”, he says softly so he didn’t wake Mochi up.
“I didn’t think I would see you today”, you admit honestly and his smile falters.
“I’m sorry”
“It’s fine…let’s eat”, you say hoping to lighten the mood and he smiles at you a little.
You end up having dinner with him while Mochi sleeps on your laps. He asks you about your day and you quietly answer his questions. It’s a little awkward again but you keep on gently stroking the sleeping Mochi with a gentle smile on your face. Junhong can’t help but stare at you and how sweet you were being with Mochi.
As dinner comes to an end, your heart hurts as you are forced to wake little Mochi up and hand him back to Junhong before you walk to your room. Junhong quietly walks you to your room and doesn’t speak until the last minute.
“Maybe, we can meet properly tomorrow for lunch?” he asks, as you are about to enter your room.
You look back at him in confusion and he is looking down at the floor with Mochi in his arms. He looks awkward yet adorable.
“Sure”, you say with a smile.
The next day, Junhong greets you with a small picnic basket when you step out of the library for lunch. Well the basket looks small compared to Junhong’s height. You wanted to laugh but you bite it back thinking he probably would appreciate it.
“Hello”, he says.
“Hi”
“Are you ready?” he asks shyly and you nod.
He offers you his hand and you take it. His hand is large and war against your own. He leads you to the gardens and then he lays the picnic blanket down. He smiles at you and gestures you to sit down.
The lunch is quiet pleasant and you end up seeing a different side of Junhong. He seems more open and willing to talk to you. He makes a few jokes and makes you laugh and he seems more relaxed as well.
“You didn’t make all this food did you” you ask.
“Oh, no! I’m a terrible cook. I got Himchan to help me”, he says with a laugh.
“Oh, maybe I should pick him next so he can just cook for me for a week”, you say with a laugh.
“Hey!” he says with a pout and you just laugh some more.
“You’re supposed to be paying attention to me and thinking about who is next”, says.
“I’m just playing, you have all my attention”
“Good!”
Lunch comes to an end and he walks you back to the library and says he will meet you again for dinner. You tell him that you would be happy to have dinner with him again.
Dinner goes really good too and soon you start to meet him everyday for lunch and dinner. You play with Mochi when Junhong brings him along and it’s all really fun. You enjoy your time with Junhong…and Mochi too.
On the last day you are let off your lesson before lunch early so you decided to go to the garden early. You spot the training grounds and walk towards it. You spot the familiar tall figure standing there on guard as he faces Jongup.
Junhong has a smirk on his face and Jongup looks quiet tired.
“This is a bit unfair”
“Oh, how so?” Junhong asks
“I just fought Youngjae and you are already on my back”, Jongup says.
“Sorry, Yongguk’s orders”
“Wow, and he was my favourite”
“What? I thought I was your favourite!” Junhong protests.
But while he has his guard down, Jongup disarms Junhong.
“Hey! That’s unfair!”
“Should be focused”
“Jongup!” Junhong whines.
Jongup just has a victorious smile on his face as he picks up Junhong’s sword and passes it back to Junhong.
“I think a pretty lady is waiting for you”, Jongup says and gestures to you.
Jongup looks at you and you see him blush a little as he gives you a shy smile. Jongup smirks and swings his arm around Junhong’s shoulder.
“Your princess awaits”
He laughs as both of you blush.
“Go, I’ll cover for you if Yongguk asks where you went”, Jongup says to Junhong and he nods dumbly before he walks towards you.
Jongup gives him thumbs up with a smile. The two of you shyly leave while Youngjae and Jongup giggle together.
“Who is going to cover for Junhong?”
“Well, it was nice to know you Jongup”, Youngjae says patting Jongup on the shoulder before running off while Yongguk stands there with his hands crossed over his chest.
Jongup gulps and braces himself for lots of tickling.
“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” you ask as Junhong walks with you.
“Nah, I’ll be fine. It’s our last day together anyway, let’s have fun”, he says.
You feel yourself blushing but you nod anyway.
“Thank you for putting up with me for the past week”, he says with a wide smile on his face.
“You are welcome, but you were a pain in my neck”, you say with a laugh.
He laughs too as he gently holds your hand and leads you to the fountain the garden.
“You remember the first day when Mochi came to you?” he asks.
“Yeah?”
“You looked really pretty then”
“What?”
He laughs.
“I watched you with Mochi for a bit to make sure Mochi would be alright but I think you ended up charming me in the process”, he says with a smile.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask in surprise.
“I didn’t know what to say and then you were so gentle to Mochi and I knew that I wanted to get to know you better”, he says and you laugh.
“All you had to do was ask me”, you say.
“I know, which is why I regret our first day. I should have been braver and just talked to you instead of sending Mochi out”, he says.
“What I’m saying is, I hope you consider me as your potential husband”, he says and your heart skips a beat.
“I probably didn’t make the best impression and you can go pick Himchan to spend time with next but I hope you seriously consider me…and only me”, he says with a shy smile.
“Prince Junhong”
“Huh?”
“Will you do the honour of being my future husband?”
“What?”
You laugh.
“I’ve fallen for you”
“Really?” he asks, still in shock.
You nod.
His face breaks in the brightest smile ever and he starts jumping in excitement like he was an excited little child and it is the most adorable thing you have ever seen. The next thing you know he has enveloped you in a big, warm hug and he lifts you up. You giggle as he spins you around in his arms.
He brings you down; your feet are still in air as he kisses you ever so gently. His lips are warm and his grip around you tightens.
“I love you!” he practically screams and you can’t help but giggle.
Pairing: Zelo/Reader
Genre: Smut
AU: Sub!Zelo
Warnings: dirty talk, dom/sub themes, restraining, zelo is basically a power-bottom
Word Count: 672
Request: “OMGGGG SUB ZELO PLEASE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
Summary: Zelo decides to give up his control.
Junhong’s body trembled on the bed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body as he panted. Usually he would never let you have this kind of control over him, but you finally had the courage to sit him down and tell him your fantasy. At first, he had been apprehensive, a little unsure of what to expect through all of it.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You whispered, hovering over his face, not unlike the way he would do for you.
You watched a relaxed smile slip onto his face even though you knew he was uncomfortable with his cock leaking against his stomach. He wanted you to touch him so bad, to make him cum all over himself. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color at the thoughts that swamped his head.
“Yeah, baby, I’m okay with this-fuck-just please hurry up,” He whined, jerking his hips up into the air, desperate for friction on his cock and growing impatient with your constant teasing.
“Call me Mistress,” You whispered, ghosting your fingers along his member, which twitched beneath the feather-light touch.
Your cheeks felt warm at your own words, unsure if your boyfriend would be willing to take this that far. However, he didn’t disappoint when he whispered the title in such a way that sent heat soaring through your body. You felt powerful, taking control from him like this, it was exhilarating.
Finally, unable to take all the teasing anymore, you stood from the bed, ignoring Junhong’s needy whines as he thought you were leaving him like this; tied to the bed with his cock impossibly hard. Instead, you discarded the only articles of clothing you wore; a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.
You crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling him. Looking down at your beautiful boyfriend, you felt your mouth water. He looked even more fucked out that he did a few moments ago, a deep blush settling across his face and down his chest. His tattoo beautifully on display, the way he trembled when your fingertips ghosted over the ink. His cock was flushed deep red, the head almost purple and a small puddle of precum had drooled out of his cock.
You couldn’t believe how wet this had gotten you, you were positively leaking all over him. He didn’t seem to mind as he attempted to grind into your heat, which he failed to since you were just out of his reach.
“Fuck, ____,” He growls, tone laced with warning. “If you don’t get on with it I will never let you dom me again!”
Pouting at him taking away all your fun, you wrap your hand around his cock, positioning yourself at his tip before slowly sliding down. The stretch, as always, was deliciously satisfying as his size filled you up in no way any other man possibly could. Usually, you’d feel his hands around your hips to guide your pace but seeing as he currently had silk black ties binding his wrists, it was up to you. But being restrained didn’t stop the dirty words he usually spewed from coming out of his mouth.
“So fucking tight, baby,” He growled, grinding his hips up to make his cock brush you g-spot, making you cry out. “Your juicy little cunt is making such a mess for me, Mistress,” He purrs.
Unable to take it, you begin to increase your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He lets out moans, always the vocal one, praising you and telling you what to do. Despite it being you supposed to be in control, you know that he’s always the one who’s really in charge. As much as you so eagerly want to dominate him, he’s never going to be able to give up like that, and you’ll never be able to have him beneath you with no power but his words.
“Fuck, shut up!” You cried, stopping all movement, making him whine helplessly. “I’m in charge here, Junhong!”
Junhong chuckled softly, “Whatever you say…Mistress.”
You groaned rubbing your temples. Originally you were planning on spending your night off doing some paperwork, maybe unwind with a nice cold glass of wine to calm your nerves. And call it an early night and just get some well-deserved sleep, because believe it or not PR was a lot of work. Mostly just paperwork, but it got tiring.
You were always thankful for the boys you had to work with because there was never much PR for them. Daehyun, and Youngjae would post occasionally. Himchan would much rather enjoy a night at the gym and a bottle of wine so he only dealt with the obligatory instagram post every other day. Jongup would rather not deal with his SNS at all, and Yongguk was a mysterious man with mysterious ways that only ever posted selfies, art, or anything else he could throw a black and white filter on and call it a night. Maybe the occasional tipsy V-live. But no harm no foul.
But Junhong on the other hand...He was a PR statement waiting to happen. You remembered when he was this soft makane, who would follow Yongguk like a lost duck. But now in the days of SNS you had to be on top of his every move. Instagram post, tweets, v-lives, instagram lives. It was all too much and this boy had a tendency of loving to post whenever he was in a bathroom.
And no, it couldn’t be a normal bathroom mirror selfie. It had to be him live streaming in a bathtub. What if he accidentally dropped his phone, or moved it the wrong way. Or even worst, accidentally turn on the back camera. There were just too many variables that you had to worry about and this wasn’t even the first time you’d talk to him about being careful about his post. It was just this time, it was a whole damn stream instead of a photo.
He grinned sloshing around in the tub, responding to the comments that flooded in. He ran his hand through his hair, laughing without a care in the world as he dropped hints to their comeback.
Instantly you remembered the heat you got for his photo of his tattoo, and any other bathroom selfie. You groaned rubbing temples just thinking of your boss getting on your case. And although the boys had the freedom to post what they wanted, it was your job to make sure anything that could deemed inappropriate or a hassle for the company was nipped in the bud.
A rational person should've just called or texted him. Tell him to be careful and call it a night. But no, you drank about two glasses of wine and lived way too close to Junhong’s apartment to do anything normally.
“Yah!!” you knocked on his door. “Junhong-ah! You open this door right now you-you punk” you were sure you sounded way too tipsy to be taken seriously but that didn’t stop you from knocking like a madwoman.
The door giving under you as it swung open made you stumble inside onto his chest. “Noona, shh. I got neighbors.” He chuckled catching you with his strong arms and walking you inside.
His chest and hair damp from his bath earlier. Feeling a few droplets his your face you backed away, sobering up even just a little at the compromising position. “Don’t you ever wear clothes?” your hand slipped down his chest as you looked up at him.
“You come to find out?” he smirked, leaning on his doorway.
“H-How would I know that you were naked?” you stomped your foot in offense.
“Well you did tune into my Insta live.” he closed the door behind you, pulling you inside. “Were you hoping I was still in the bath?” Leaning in close to your ear he smirked. “Did you want to join me?”
“N-No! Of course not! I’m here because...you…” Technically you were there because he was in the bath but not because of what he was saying. Right? You swallowed hard looking at him, letting your eyes drift down his too toned body. BAP was preparing for a comeback and he had been working out but apparently a lot more than you were expecting.
“You never needed a reason to come here before Noona~” He hooked his thumbs on the top of his sweat pants that already hung dangerously low on his hip bones. Your eyes following his every movement, watching as this one bead of water fall against his tattoo. “Eyes up here~” he teased with a wink.
“You are such a pain in the ass.” you huffed, hating that he knew how much of a control he had over you. There was nothing more dangerous than a beautiful man that knew he was beautiful.
“And yet here you are” he leaned closer to you, making you press your back against the wall. “Well Noona, I ended my stream so no harm no foul right? Nothing bad happened, it was completely appropriate and the fans were even happy so the company’s happy right?”
“Right…”
“And you can go back home can’t you?”
“Y-Yes..Yes I can…” your voice, far too quiet for your own liking.
He eyed you and licked his lips. “But you’re not gonna..Are you?” he tilted your chin upward toward him, smiling seeing you slowly close your eyes as he leaned in.
After a moment passed and you didn’t feel a thing you opened your eyes and you almost punched him in his smug face. You could feel your cheeks heat up, hating that he knew what you wanted.
“Aww did Noona want a kiss?”
“I’m going home” you huffed, trying to walk away and save whatever dignity was salvageable at this moment, but he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his chest. Opening your mouth to protest, you were met with his soft lips. His hand cupping your face and coaxing you into a kiss. “Nnn”
Feeling him bite your lip, you moaned out giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Such a nice sound…” he grinned letting his hand trail down your stomach, past your sleep shorts, and into your panties. His finger curled into you making you shiver and hold onto him. “What other sounds can you make Noona?” he grinned against the shell of your ear.
You gripped at his muscular shoulders, your whole body quivered and your legs giving way. “Junhong…” you panted as another long finger entered you, pumping slowly.
“You’re so wet..” he smiled brightly trailing a kiss from your jaw down your chest, teasing your nipples through your t-shirt. “And no bra? You’re such a tease” he continued nipping at your breast while teasing your clit loving how you came undone to his touch.
You moaned slumping in his arms as you came against him. “Did you just….finish?” he whispered, nuzzling your nose. “You’re so pent up Noona? Did I help you? Did you like that?”
“You ask too many questions” you groaned eyeing him.
He smiled caressing your face, his thumb tracing over your soft lower lip. “Mmm and yet you look like you have a question for me.”
“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” you pecked his thumb before letting your tongue lash against it.
“Mmmm I always finish what I start Noona” he effortlessly lifted you up, gripping your bottom as he carried you into his bedroom.
END
Just a little Zelo because that Insta live was pretty inspiring~
I was going to write something fluffy for the comeback teasers, but I had this started. It’s on the shorter side, but I hope the anon that requested thigh riding Zelo smut.
Any sns updates from Zelo makes you miss him when he's gone. You enjoy seeing him having fun or going to unique places. But sometimes the updates can be incredibly frustrating.
You should be used to it by now, but something sparks in you any time you see him posting shirtless photos. This one has him lying in bed, a bit of shoulder and chest showing. Not the worst thing he’s posted, but it's enough.
A few comments on display catch your eye and you make the poor decision to read more.
There are comments of surprise or wishing him well while telling him to sleep. A larger portion contain fairly innocent professions of love. Others are a bit more risque.
A jealous feeling settles into your gut as you read before you look at the image again. Every update makes you miss him more. But now you wish he was here away from the eyes of the world. Just the two of you.
Still looking at the image you lie down, making it seem as if he’s beside you. It's been awhile since you've seen him so you let the fantasy continue. You imagine he leans over to press his lips to your as he whispers about how much he’s missed you. You swear you can almost feel his soft lips on yours and a familiar hand coming to rest on your hip. Since it’s your fantasy you imagine shifting to press him against the mattress. You can picture him whining, wanting to be dominant, but he allows it so long as his hands can roam your body. It’s then that you let your own hands move over yourself.
It isn’t quite the same, but as your fingers run over your breasts you feel your nipple harder underneath the nightgown you’re wearing. With a whine you continue teasing yourself the way Junhong always does and need travels through your body. You think about biting into his collarbone as he touches you and how that would make him moan. A moan of your own slips out as you feel yourself growing wetter. The image of you grinding against his thigh comes to mind as it always does. A new idea forms in the back of your mind.
Shifting, you reach and grab an old pillow that you intended to replace anyway. Carefully, you position the pillow between your legs and give an experimental grind. Having never done this before it takes a few tries to get it into a position that seems to work well. You shut your eyes and let yourself get lost in the idea of pressing against his thigh. Working yourself slowly at first to get into a rhythm the anticipation builds. As you get more lost in your mind, you let your heads cup your breast.
Between your pants and moans you don’t hear the soft closing of the front door. The soft patter of rushed footsteps before the doors open “_____ are you ok-oh!” Junhong gasps, making your eyes snap open and your movements halt.
“I, I can explain,” you fumble, tossing the pillow aside as you stand. You hope to manage lessening your embarrassment, even though you can barely look at him. You see his feet before he gently lifts your chin.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetheart. I would love to know what you were thinking about that had you whining like that.”
His words surprise you and you can feel your cheeks burn. “I...I was thinking about you.”
“What about me? What was I doing?” He asks, stepping even closer to you. You step back, falling back onto the bed. In your position Junhong is able to see the soaked spot between your legs. He licks his lips, “Tell me and I can make your fantasy come true.”
“I was..riding your thigh,” you say softly.
He pauses to think about what you've told him. He isn't sure he understands the appeal, but he wants to. “God, that would be a sight,” he practically moans.
“Can...can I?”
He crawls onto the bed, kissing you tenderly. “Anything you want. Tonight I’m all yours,” he whispers against your lips.
Yours hand quickly grabs his shirt pulling him closer to you so your bodies are flush. Already you can feel him hard against you, making you sigh in content. You haven’t even done anything and you have this effect on him. When you break the kiss, you lightly push him to shift positions so that you can straddle him. Before you can get settled he moves back to lean his back against his headboard.
His hands settle lightly on your hips as you kiss along his jawline, nipping at the sensitive spot below his ear. As he whines you tentatively move against his thigh. The roughness of his jeans against your core is delectable.
You release a shaky breath moments later as his thigh clenches beneath you. The hold your hips tightens at the sound, but Junhong doesn't make move to take control. You shift so you're no longer leaning on his chest to place your hands on his shoulders and move a bit more. The hungry look in his eyes alone makes you melt, especially has his hands roam your skin. Biting your lips you set your pace so that pressure builds more and more. Now and then he whispers how sexy you look or how much he’s missed you.
It's when he shifts slightly that your head falls to his shoulder and your legs start to shake from how close you are. Sensing what you need, he takes hold of your waist again, allowing him to move you as you cling to his shirt. You cry out as you reach your peak, wetting his jean further.
A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead as you try catching your breath. As he shifts to hold you better you whimper at the movement against your core. You catch your breath a moment more before Junhong asks, “Will you be okay if I carry you?”
You don't question his words and simply give a small nod before you're shifted to be carried into the bathroom to get cleaned up. “What about you?”
“Tonight I just want to please you...but if you're interested I’ve always wanted to try it in the shower too,” he tells you with a wink. You weren’t about to pass that up.
