[ author's scribbles ! ] i actually have nothing to say in my defense.
[ extras ! ] MDNI (lool my first mdni work here crazy lowkey). hella suggesstive. (grinding making out hair pulling. he gets called a slut. OH and he moans. fun!). @kstrucknet , word count 641
donghyun arrived at the hotel with adrenaline still pulsing in his veins after finishing the concert, his hair still tied in a bun and the encore t-shirt thrown over his black tank top. when he entered the hotel room, he was shocked to see the lights on. he assumed you'd be asleep: it was awfully late.
"aww, you stayed up for me?" he hummed, eyes crinkling when a cute smile painted on his face.
but something in your gaze was off.
he blinked slowly watching you approach him.
"you…" you mumbled, eyes dark with something mischievous. donghyun felt the air tense, becoming thick. before he could answer, you shoved him onto the bed. he furrowed his brows.
"what? did i do something?" he whined. a soft smile cracked on your face as you worked on… getting the shirt off him…?
"cute. so fucking cute" you grunted. donghyun helped you by gently raising his upper body, only to stay leaned on his elbows. he watched you throw the shirt somewhere on the floor. "you look like a slut and you ask if you did something? yeah! made me lose my fucking mind, that's what you did!"
at first, your words shocked him. mouth went agape, heart skipping a beat. only when the initial wave washed off, he felt a weird feeling pooling in his stomach. was it excitement? cockiness? he wasn't sure himself but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it.
"mhm? how so?" donghyun tilted his head, now resting on his toned shoulder.
you straddled his lap, leaning forward. your gaze traced his defines arms without shame. soon your hands joined. slowly, sensually gliding up his warm skin. a shudder crashed through his body, anticipation buzzing in his veins.
"by looking like this. holy shit." you whispered.
your fingers hooked under the damp material of his tank top straps, lifting them up. his throat went dry, heart beating so hard against his ribcage he thought it would jump out any second.
"this is… and you expect me to act normal?" a soft murmur left your lips. you let go of the straps, the material snapping against his skin. then you put your hands at the back of his neck, looking deep into his ebony eyes.
donghyun swallowed hard and finally gained courage to do something; anything. his large hands rested on your calves, squeezing them gently.
he wanted to tease you, make a remark about how down bad you were. but he didn't even manage to do that: you attacked his lips.
like a woman starved.
it was messy, rushed. your teeth clanked against is, hips grinding. tongues intertwining like two hungry snakes, dancing together. he was still sweaty after the concert, having no time to shower. you didn't mind.
soft pants left his lips, overwhelmed with your sudden affection. in a good way.
while he was getting lost in your mouth, your hands crept towards his manbun. the reason for your primal behavior, right after his exposed arms. feeling a little bold - or devilish, you weren't sure yourself - you let your body act for itself. your fingers dug into his hair, pulling them. gently, but sturdy.
he moaned.
you both froze, your face leaning away from his while your hands didn't move one inch, not loosening the grip on his locks. a string of saliva connected your lips, which you licked.
his face reddened in real time in front of your eyes, sheepish smile tugging at his plump lips.
"you…" you choked out, utterly shocked. amusement audible in your voice, you tried to suppress it in order not to make him even more shy. or heavens forbid, embarrassed.
"i need to shower, bye!" he yelped, not so gently pushing you off him. as you were gripping the bedsheets in disbelief, you missed the way he tried to cover his boner.
i like to think leehan kisses you in a way that steals the air from your lungs; slow, deliberate, yet desperate all at once. each brush of his lips is met with a shallow breath, as if he’s savoring the moment before diving back in. his mouth moves in sync with the way his fingers graze your jawline, trailing down to the curve of your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
there’s a thin pause between each kiss, just enough for him to part slightly, to glance at your lips as if committing their shape to memory, before indulging himself all over again. his kisses are mouthy, hungry, filled with a deep, unspoken desire. every time, your pulse stutters, racing in response to the skillful way he moves, to the way his lips demand and devour.
leehan kisses you like he can never get enough, like even having you in his grasp isn’t quite satisfying the ache inside him. it’s urgent, deep, and needy moving in a frantic rhythm that makes you breathless, both in the literal sense and in the realization that this is leehan, kissing you like this. and when you finally break away, gasping for air, he doesn’t let go.
his gaze locks onto yours, intense and searching, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. he looks at you like he needs you—physically, entirely. his eyes trace the flush on your cheeks, the way your lips glisten, swollen from the passion that lingers between you. and then, without hesitation, he claims your lips once more, as if the mere seconds apart were unbearable.
this time, his kiss is messier, sloppier, dripping with want. every movement is filled with need, with longing. and in that moment, it’s clear:
nothing will ever be enough, not when it comes to you.
hi gigi dearest, i saw your prompt reblog and was wondering if i could ask for #18 with leehan :3 ily, happy writing !! <3
REGULAR CUSTOMER - Leehan
pairing: bookstore clerk!leehan x reader
warnings: awkward flirting, second-hand embarrassment, mutual crushing, a miserable pickup line 🥲
a/n: thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it. <33 ily, happy reading!!!
“you come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”
The bookstore wasn't particularly special.
It wasn't the biggest in town, nor did it have the best selection. Yet somehow, over the past few months, it had become your preferred place to spend a quiet afternoon.
The fact that Leehan worked there was merely a coincidence.
At least, that was what you told yourself.
The bell above the entrance chimed as you stepped inside. Leehan looked up from where he was arranging a display table and immediately smiled in recognition.
"Back already?"
You frowned. "Already?"
"You were here three days ago."
The answer came far too quickly for someone who definitely wasn't keeping track.
You chose not to point that out.
Instead, you wandered alongside him as he restocked shelves, discussing books the way you always did. He recommended a fantasy novel. You argued that the ending of the last book he'd suggested had been disappointing. He argued back.
It was comfortable. Easy.
Dangerously easy.
By the time you reached the fiction section, your confidence had grown to a level that should have concerned you.
Leehan slid a book into place and turned toward you.
"You need help finding anything?"
The pickup line escaped before you could stop it.
"You come here often?"
Silence.
You stared at each other.
Then a grin spread across his face.
"Well," he said, glancing around at the shelves, "considering I work here, yes."
The immediate urge to disappear between the bookcases was overwhelming.
"Oh, that's awful."
"It really is."
"I can't believe I just said that."
Leehan laughed, the sound warm enough to make your embarrassment slightly more bearable.
"I think you can do better."
You crossed your arms. "Maybe I wasn't trying to impress you."
"Sure."
His smile gave away the fact that he wasn't convinced in the slightest.
Then he reached into his pocket, scribbled something onto a receipt, and handed it over.
You looked down.
A phone number.
"If you think of a better line," he said, already turning back toward the shelves, "you can try again later."
Judging by the smile he couldn't quite hide, he was hoping you would.
