[ 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.
