Genre: SMUT + FLUFFY ROMANCE because i need to start some kind of development for them before i end it
A/N: this is the DIRTIEST, MOST SLUTTIEST series I’VE EVER written. but i’m not gonna lie, it’s extremely fulfilling and satisfying to know that i’m starting to write other genres besides drama/fantasy/angst. i might cry when i finish it :”)
this is SUPER long so sit tight and enjoy <3
“but then there was you.”
“i wish i could punish you for leaving me, but i can’t because you’re not mine.”
the light seeps through the bare space between your lids, and your nerves boot up like an old computer system being turned on. shifting your eyes under your lids, you let the sun’s rays into the room peel your lids apart.
your right arm was comfortably tucked under the pillow, and your left was draped over someone else’s that was resting on your waist over the blanket. you take a deep breath through your nostrils, inhaling the scent of the room and the sheets.
the room’s furniture was mostly of black and brown shades, and the walls were a bright, cream color. it takes you awhile to associate the happenings of the previous night with this room.
saliva finds your throat in a bid to dampen your dryness, and you carefully turn your head to look at the person lying down, bare chest against the skin of your back.
his hair was messily ruffled into his head, and a few locks were covering your view of his eyes. you invest a considerable amount of effort to turn around under his arm, so now you were facing him.
sucking your lips between your teeth, your hands find its way to his face to brush his fringe out from his eyes. your eyes were trailing along his brows and his lashes, fingers gently brushing against his ears as you comb through the short strands of hair.
“did you sleep well?”
you start blinking profusely, surprised that he was awake. his eyes weren’t even open when he said it.
the light was shining from behind him, but his shoulders covered your frame and hid you in his shadow.
you let yourself adjust to the strange situation, scoffing a little before pulling your hands back to yourself. “how could i not... after what happened last night?”
he smiles, and his eyes finally open.
your heart rushes upon the view of his face; when he doesn’t have that demonic grin on his face, when his eyes don’t look like they wanted nothing but to ruin you. his arm that was previously on your waist snakes under the blanket, wrapping around your lower back and pulling you to him.
feeling his bare chest against yours reminds you that you were naked, and the only thing you were wearing was your underwear.
probably the only thing he didn’t tear besides your bra.
he angles his head and presses his lips against yours, and a nauseating sensation of warmth and gentleness engulfs you like waves. melting into the kiss, your right hand circles his stomach and behind him, trying to close any other gap that could’ve been between the two of you.
butterflies start to fill your stomach, and your heart was thumping so hard from the inability to associate this person with... whoever it was your previous experiences with him painted in your head.
his palm finds your cheek, and you feel him brush a thumb on your cheekbone, the rest of his fingers caressing the hair behind your ear. mellow, rippling chills run down your body, and he never once tries to shove his tongue into your mouth.
he holds your head in place as he pulls away, your eyes opening again to meet his, and he gives you the world’s sweetest smile.
“that was new,” you tease, fingers finding his jaw and tracing along his skin.
the warmth and heat he and the blanket were providing you was so comfortable, you never wanted to leave. you struggle to let the whole ordeal of him being such a critical pivot in your life -- sex life -- sink into your blood and bones. it was just a terribly arduous a task to even begin to fathom that this man was the same person who’s ruined you four times over now, and he has never once failed.
the smile doesn’t leave his lips, only dropping his hand to your hips to push you around and he starts leaving soft, light kisses on your shoulder and neck. your eyes flutter shut, and you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to cease the little hums of bliss escape you.
you should’ve seen it coming, but you don’t think you’d ever be able to predict him anymore.
his left hand travels south, finding your underwear as he presses his chest into your back.
your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes still sealed shut, when his fingers find your morning sensitive nub, and you start to feel his hips against your ass.
his morning wood pressing against your flesh becomes difficult to ignore.
he was having the time of his life; just rubbing your nub in little, slightly pressured circles. your breathing becomes laboured, and you push your head further into the pillow as your legs begin to close in his hand between them.
“i know you can handle it, princess,” he whispers into your left ear, dragging his tongue along the edge of your skin. “i’ll make sure this is new for you too.”
you wanted to scoff in disbelief at his words; how quickly the angelic version of him from a few minutes ago completely vanished into thin air, replacing him with a less aggressive version of him from last night.
he finally stops circling your nub and travels down to your embarrassingly soaked core. you feel his laughter hit the skin on your neck, and he starts to suck and kiss on your sweet spot that he’s never once forgotten.
pushing a finger into you from the front, your back archs off his chest, and you feel his free hand wriggle under your neck. his right forearm presses into your collarbones with his elbow right under your neck, keeping you taped to his chest as he continues to play with you in your south.
your features become strained, and you were struggling so hard not to let any lewd sounds escape you because you know that would only rile him up even more.
he must’ve noticed you struggling, because he pulls his lips away from your neck and pulls his finger out of you. you sigh a little in both relief and emptiness, and your eyes open in agony to watch him lick you off his fingers.
you groan with frustration, turning away and shutting your eyes so tight you could feel tears welling up in the back of your eye sockets.
“aw, come on, kitten,” he slides his entire hand under the material of your underwear and gives your ass a hard squeeze.
you whine and sigh painfully, already feeling the need to have him well up and become a bundle of messy thoughts in your head. with his hand under the material, he starts pushing against it, and he gets it off with the help of his legs buckling your knees.
the difficulty swallowing this entire situation occupies your mind, your ears completely block out the rustling under the blanket when he pulls off his own underwear. his forearm was still firmly, but gently, pressed against the space above your chest, and his fingers were already gradually travelling down to trace the curves of your breast.
“if you’re going to prod and play with me like you did last night, i don’t have the energy for that just ten hours later, just so you know,” you lick your lips and turn to look at him from under the right side of his face.
the angelic smile appears, and he leans down to kiss you.
“i know,” his hand finds your thigh and lifts it off your other leg. “so all you have to do... is to give in to me.”
you sigh in slight desperation, not a hint of lust and neediness in his voice. he had complete control over you, and you no longer had the ability to fight it.
your arms travel up to his face and you pull his jaw back down towards you, hoping that it was enough to tell him that you were just going to do just that.
his fingers guide his shaft into you, and your lungs empty themselves into his mouth. his left hand grips into the flesh of your thigh while holding it up, and his pelvis starts thrusting into you.
his right hand finds your breasts, kneading them like dough and his kisses don’t stop. now, you could taste the desperation and lust, but it wasn’t as harsh or needy like he was the previous night. he was careful to some extent this time round, not to mention he was the first person you’d let him fuck in this position.
not that he gave you much of an option.
the sound of skin slapping fills the room and the kisses become sloppy. your thigh starts to ache, despite his support under it. he releases your chest and pushes your right cheek, keeping your lips attached to his as the thrusting remains its pace.
inappropriate noises run out both of your throats and meet where your lips connected, and your whole body jerks every time his hips meet your ass.
the pace was slower, and he wasn’t mindlessly fucking you like you were used to; it was slower, more sensual, and the friction he was creating by dragging himself out of you was inching you nearer to your high.
finally breaking the kiss after a few good minutes of fucking, you huff and hang your lips apart, the trail of saliva breaking within your vision. your eyes naturally travel down and you could barely make out the lewd sight under the shadow of the blanket.
sweat was starting to form on his forehead as he lets go of your thigh and press onto your nub right above where the two of you were conjoined. a sharp moan gushes off your tongue, and he starts kissing the sweet spot on your neck again.
the sultriness of the position and intimacy was running wild thoughts in your head, and you start to squirm and writhe against his body. if he wasn’t holding you to himself, you would’ve moved so much that he wouldn’t be able to stay inside you.
“are you enjoying yourself, princess?” he coos into your ear, the low rumble in his voice sending shocks throughout your body. you feel it start to get limp when you feel him hit a special spot inside you.
“juyeon,” you huff, a smile breaking out on your lips. a tingling feeling starts to run across your skin as his thrusts start to become more calculated, and you could guess he’s figured out that he found your spot. “please...”
he licks his lips and kisses your ear.
“good girl.”
he buries his lips between yours again, finger still drawing pressured circles on your nub and the continuous thrusting pushes you over the edge.
the spasms were so sharp, so harsh, so violent, that you felt him groan against your lips. the vibrations rushed through your body, and he must’ve felt it as well. his hold around your collarbone tightens, and his left arm presses into your stomach so he could help you ride out your climax.
your cheeks were burning and no doubt you were sweating against his bed. your legs were shivering despite lying down the entire time, and it wasn’t long before you felt his arms quiver around you. he breaks the kiss when he quickly pulls out, and you feel the hot fluid land on your ass and inner thighs.
you throw your head back into the pillow, trying your best to catch your breath while he sits up and pulls the blanket off you. he lets you come down from your high, giving himself a few seconds to collect himself before he leaves to the bathroom.
returning with a towel wrapped around his hips, it only accentuates the contours of his pelvis, and you realise there’s never going to be a moment when you can resist feasting your eyes on him.
“i’d ask if you were going to spend all day staring... but maybe i should just let you stare until you start drooling,” he grins at you, his hair pushed back while he cleans you with a towel.
your arm finds your forehead, feeling the warm material wipe across your ass and thighs. you shut your eyes in bliss, unable to believe that you just had sex for the third time in under twelve hours.
you were worn out to some extent, so your mind naturally starts to drift off. but you feel his arms coming under your knees and neck, and before you know it, he lifts you off the bed, bridal-style, and helps you into the bathroom.
he lets you shower, leaving one of his cotton shirts hanging on the hook right outside, and he tells you to take however much time you needed.
you watch as he closes the bathroom door behind him, and you hear another shower in the apartment turn on.
the water runs through your hair and down your skin, the warmth reminding you of his hold, the sight of the glass reminding you of the session you had right here.
you had to snap yourself out of it before you became needy again.
the shirt on you made you look like you were going to sleep, and you reprimand yourself when you start to admire your reflection in the mirror. the bottom of the shirt was hitting your thighs, so you don’t bother worrying about wearing bottoms since he’s seen it before.
you wander around the apartment, hair damp and skin smelling like fresh lemon. you must’ve taken quite a long time in the shower, because you walk into the kitchen only to find him... making pancakes?
you stand awkwardly at the entrance of the kitchen, and it takes him just a few seconds before he noticed you.
“did you pass out in the bathroom or something?”
there was a dilemma on what to focus on: the pancakes, or him waltzing around in the kitchen with only joggers and no shirt.
“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re just messing with me by choosing not to wear a shirt.”
he returns his attention to the frying pan, smile on his face. “how do you know i’m not?”
you scoff and look away for a second, crossing your arms across your chest.
“do you need an invitation to come in?” he questions with a stern voice, eyes still on the sizzling batter in the pan. your notice a bowl of strawberries in the corner, right next to a can of whip cream, and you couldn’t help but to feel like you were stuck in your own stupid dream.
sucking in a deep breath, you walk in and stop next to him, watching in awe as he magically flips the pancake without breaking it or burning it.
“get me a plate from the cabinet, will you?” he gestures above you, and walks to the sink to get something.
you tiptoe and slide the cabinet door open, your fingers barely brushing across the porcelain plates, and you wonder angrily: why it would take you so fucking long to realise you weren’t tall enough to reach it?
you hear a soft chuckle next to you, and your feet suddenly get lifted off the ground. he sits you on the counter, standing between your legs and takes the plate himself. your knees were brushing against the waistband of his joggers, and your eyes involuntarily locks with his.
your heart starts racing like you were looking at your high school crush, and you fail to register him reaching for the bowl of strawberries while the pancakes continue to cook.
he lifts a strawberry to your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth to take a bite. your stomach starts to flip once he pulls it away and finishes the other half, leaving you to wonder why the strawberry was so damn sweet.
“again with your staring,” he smirks playfully, reaching over to turn off the stove. he flips the pancakes onto the rest of it in another plate, and places it right next to your thigh.
untamed thoughts couldn’t resist running themselves through your mind, and you watch as he does everything without shifting out from between your knees. you had no clue if he was aware of what he was doing to you, aka having breakfast while he was shirtless, or that he was simply doing it on purpose just because he could get some fun out of it.
the spraying of the whipcream snatches your attention away from his side profile, and you observe in kind wonder as he uses a fork to cut the pancakes.
the veins on his arm and hands were so fucking hard to ignore.
he stabs a piece with whip cream and cuts off a bite of strawberry, and your insides start screaming when he lifts it to your lips.
you lean back in slight surprise, the reality of this man wandering around your brain like a mindless chicken.
“it’s not poison, y/n,” his smile was so alluring, you wonder if he’s ever been hit on by a passenger or an air stewardess or something. “take it as an apology for my... lack of control last night.”
your lids drop halfway down your eyes as if to say ‘really?’ and you open your mouth to take the bite of breakfast. “are you really sorry though?” you ask with a mouthful.
“mm,” he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, repeating his actions from before and feeding himself this time. “that depends on whether you enjoyed it, princess.”
your heart does a little somersault in your chest.
he feeds you another bite, and you struggle to keep your eyes off his chest and everything south.
why does he have to be so gorgeous?
you open your mouth to say something, just so the awkward silence can be broken, not that you think he cared.
but he suddenly leans forward and kisses you, and his tongue darts out to brush across your bottom lip before removing himself from your face.
you frown at him, shocked and at an utter loss of words. but every single cell inside you was running around, screaming; yelling: ‘firefirefirefire--’
“what?” he runs his tongue across his own lips. “you had whip cream on you.”
the frown deepens, and you watch him turn away, the effort required for him to stifle his laugh at his own lame ass excuse showing up as redness on his ears.
“so, what were you doing in new york for...” he shrugs, taking another bite for himself. “...a year?”
you swallow, grateful that he wasn’t going to say anything else that was going to kill you a little more on the inside.
“for work. i got a promotion last year and i was sent to new york for a year to branch out.”
“sounds fun,” he feeds you a bite. “what is it that you do?”
you blink at him, mouth chewing the sweet concoction of breakfast on your tongue.
“i’m a chief script editor for a film production house.”
his eyes widen in pleasant surprise as he takes a bite for himself. you look over and you notice most of it was already gone, simply because he was stuffing more food into his mouth than he was feeding you.
dumbass must be so hungry after the rampant fucking yesterday and just now.
“production house? you must know a lot of famous people then.”
“i guess,” your feet felt so awkward being away from each other. “there are always pros and cons wherever you work. people fall under both categories.”
he feeds you another bite, and he looks like he was drawing up some mindmap in his head just to think of an answer.
“so were there more pros than cons?”
you chew on the food, and you run the question in your head, searching for a genuine answer. he shoves a huge bite into his mouth, and looks at you while you respond. “well, it’s definitely fun to work with people you can work with... but once you work with those who’ve got no sense of what professionalism is, then no doubt it’ll be a pain in the ass.”
a pause.
“then did you think i wasn’t professional?”
“huh?” you blurt out, just seconds before you figured out what he was referring to. “oh.”
you snort and look away, licking your lips and tasting the sweet, sugary flavour of the whipcream and strawberry.
“it was in the airport, and in the business lounge... of a flight you were about to... pilot,” the words come out careful, as if you were afraid to say something wrong. “if i was just some random passenger and i knew the captain just had sex with someone in the lounge, i’d be worried he would pass out during the flight or something.”
he offers you another bite. “if it’s of any comfort, i didn’t pass out. or at least, not outside of my designated nap time.”
a small laugh escapes your lips, and you lean backwards with your palms against the surface of the counter next to your hips.
“i am curious about one thing though,” he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “when you were in new york, did you sleep with anybody else?”
the question felt like a reality check for you, and you were suddenly reminded of how fate brought the two of you together again, despite the last time being a year ago. if you said no, it’s only going to feed his ego.
“did you?” you hurl the question back at him, some kind of confidence showing in your voice you haven’t had while talking to him.
he smirks and looks at you with a strange expression, as if contemplating something within himself.
the silence from him was so unbelievable, it could only mean one thing.
your eyes widen and a smile helps bare your teeth in surprise. he shakes his head when he realises you know his answer, and he finishes the last of the pancakes.
“you have no clue how confused i was when you told me you’d be staying in new york for awhile. some part of me was hoping that i wouldn’t last see you getting into a taxi, halfway across the world. but you did just that, and disappeared off my radar for a whole year.”
his palm finds your thigh and he starts drawing mindless circles on your skin.
“i went back to nightclub nearly every other month, but not even your friends were there. because you didn’t tell me how long you were going to be gone, i was starting to worry you were never going to come back.”
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“i made a deal with myself that last night would be the last time i even bothered to hope you were there,” he shakes his head and locks eyes with you through his fringe. “but you were.”
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“juyeon,” you call out, reaching for his hands and playing with the veins on the back. your eyes chose to stay down, because you weren’t sure if you could say it if you were looking at him. “i... didn’t sleep with anybody after you, because i was scared of being disappointed.”
“disappointed?” the teasing tone was so annoyingly apparent. “define ‘disappointed’.”
he forces you to look back up at him, and an annoyed pout shows up on your lips. you try to shift your chin out of his hold, but he doesn’t allow it.
“i... i didn’t like it that i lost to you...” you blink rapidly, wondering if you should just close your eyes all together. “and i didn’t want to lose to anybody else.”
that angelic smile returns to his face, and his eyes halves into little crescents. the silence was so hard to bear, because he wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t moving, and you definitely could not read him.
you could feel the blood rushing up to your face and your ears, and you were on the verge of combusting altogether when he opens his mouth after a good minute of silence.
“go on a date with me.”
nevermind. combusted anyway.
“what?”
releasing you, he presses both his hands on your thighs and grips on them to pull you towards him.
your nose was right under his, and you were reluctant to tilt your head to meet his eyes.
“i asked you out on a date.”
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“and you’re morally obligated to say yes for disappearing for a year.” his hands find your cheeks and pull you up so you could get a good look at his face.
you almost could not recognise his eyes, because they were so filled with sincerity and warmth, it was painful to swallow the fact that he’s real.
“oh, darling,” his tongue swipes over his canine teeth as he leans forward into your ear. “i can’t have you shutting down on me like this if we’re going to go out on a date.”
you suck in a deep breath in attempt to hide the little mewl when he attaches his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck. your skin gets sucked between his teeth and the friction of his teeth causes goosebumps to erupt all over you.
he pulls away, eyes glued to his little marking on your neck.
“that’s to remind you that you owe me a date.”
~~~~~~~~~~~ TWO DAYS LATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~
hyunjun: i can’t fucking believe you didn’t get his number
sunwoo: give me a moment while i find your fucking PILOT BOYFRIEND’S name card
hyunjun: didn’t i take it
sunwoo: if it’s with you then why aren’t you searching for it dumbfk
hyunjun: i don’t know where it is
the damn date didn’t happen.
after he sent you home, he drove off and you haven’t seen or heard from him since then.
not that you could blame him; both your dumbasses forgot to exchange numbers.
even if hyunjun or sunwoo found his namecard, you don’t think you’d be able to stomach asking him about the date he made you promise to go.
the mark he left on his neck was on the verge of vanishing completely, and you hated yourself for treating it like a time bomb.
part of you didn’t want the mark to go away, because that’ll only mean that you were no longer ‘morally obligated’ to go on a date with him.
you lie with your legs dangling off the arm rest of the sofa, phone on your stomach and ceiling staring back down at you.
why did the company have to give you a month worth of rest? if you were working now, you’d be able to work your mind off this... fucker.
you grit your teeth and whine out loud, swinging your arms and legs in the air as you throw a tantrum for yourself to know.
a few minutes of painful silence go pass, and your home phone rings, jumping you when the sharp ringing sliced through the air.
you lazily reach other, nearing tearing some ligament in your arm while you were at it.
“hello?”
“good afternoon miss, you have a visitor waiting for you in the lobby.”
your eyes widen and you hang up the phone without thinking twice, and you’ve never felt so stupidly desperate to see someone.
the lift doors open to the lobby and you sprint out in your slippers, your large pull over almost hiding your shorts in the early-spring breeze that filled the lobby.
your eyes fixate themselves on the familiar frame standing next to the familiar car, and the sight of the uniform makes you smile so much, the lobby guard must’ve been staring at you strange.
he turns around upon hearing the slapping of your slippers against the floor, and you see that he was hugging a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“i’d tell you i was coming to get you for our date, but i forgot to get your number.”
the smile on your face was so large and wide, your cheekbones were beginning to hurt.
usually you’d take longer than necessary to dress up, but your heart was racing so fast and the blood was rushing through you like light, all you wanted to do was to be back within his reach.
you reach the car, and you were expecting a hug from him. but you were more than happy than have him snake his arm around your waist, immediately giving you a long kiss to your lips.
“took you long enough,” you pull away and he hands you the bouquet. “i was beginning to worry you were going to disappear off my radar.”
he chuckles at your witty response, pulling the door open for you.
you felt so warmly wrapped just by being around him, and seeing him in the uniform was so strangely satisfying.
he refuses to tell you where you were headed, and you spend most of the time looking at the roses, listening to him apologise for needing to take over another pilot who was supposed to pilot a flight to Italy.
as if life couldn’t get any better, you realise he was driving into a private airspace, and before you could process anything, the car stops right in front of a helicopter.
“wait, juyeon--”
“like it?” he pulls the car into parking mode, and he looks at you, hands taking the bouquet and leaving it in the backseat. you blink at him, noticing a couple of men opening the door behind him before yours was open.
“when you said ‘date’, i didn’t expect--”
“oh, no,” he gets out of the car, and you follow suit. the breeze runs through your hair and messes his a little. “this is just one of the perks when you’re a pilot and has a rich friend.” he walks toward you and takes your hand, pulling you to the helicopter.
the way the sun glistened on the water, and the specks of lights looked like glitches on a television screen with every ripple of wave. the wind was rushing through your hair, and you couldn’t care less of how messy it was going to get. the feeling of freedom, wander and love was so overwhelming, you swore you could’ve teared up at any moment.
orange and yellow strips of light paint the sky through the clouds and against the baby blue sky, and the white foam of the water washing up against the shore looked like paint strokes.
you occasionally turn back to juyeon, and you couldn’t tell who was happier.
you were two times shocked when he starts flying the helicopter back into the city, and he lands the aircraft on a helipad, on one of the tallest buildings in the country.
the wind at this altitude was merciless, and juyeon pulls off his blazer to drape over your shoulders while staff members working in the building come to fetch you.
walking the path from the helipad to the building gave you a view of the city you would probably never see again, and you know there was nothing that could out do juyeon’s idea of a fucking date.
you start combing your hair once you reach the building, juyeon following closely behind. the glass doors close with a soft thud, and juyeon rolls up his sleeves to expose all the veins on his forearm and hands you can’t help lusting over.
“mr lee, your table is ready.”
if your jaw could completely dislocate off your face, it would’ve.
your eyes dart to juyeon, only for him to give you a bright smile of satisfaction when you give him a look of extreme surprise.
the staff member, who turned out to be the manager for the restaurant on the highest floor of the building, brings you to a table with the most gorgeous, breathtaking view of the city.
the entire time you ate, you couldn’t resist the need to marvel at juyeon’s idea of a date. he knows you were happy, and there was absolutely nothing else in the world you would’ve wanted more than to spend time with him, even if it didn’t involve flowers, a helicopter, or an extravagant dinner.
most of your time at dinner was spent eating physical food but digesting all the angles of his face. he laughs and teases you for staring, but that was no longer a problem you deemed important.
it was his fault for looking so good anyway.
you were just about done with dessert when a waiter comes over with a little, flat box, and you thought it was just some fancy-ass way for the bill to be presented.
that is, until juyeon pushed it over to you.
you look up at him through your lashes, heart racing and fingers trembling under the table.
“it’s not a ring, don’t worry.”
you squint your eyes playfully, reaching out for the box.
the necklace inside was nothing short of elegant, and the little crystals in it reflected the light perfectly onto your face and eyes. your eyes travel back up to juyeon, who gets out of his seat and walks over to you.
“never disappear from my radar ever again,” he picks up the necklace from the box, and you try your hardest to stifle a smile that was beginning to push tears out your eyes. “promise?”
he lines the necklace around your collarbone and waits for your response before clipping it.
“promise.”
if whatever juyeon gave you today could be summarised in a word, it would be ‘happiness’.
he walks with you to the helipad and the aircraft, the cold, night wind messing up your hair again and his laughter only encourages you to laugh along with him. he didn’t make a joke and neither were you drunk, but you sure as hell was drunk off bliss.
he gets into the helicopter first and stretches a hand out for you to take. his firm grip on your palm pulls you up, but your shoe slips and your heart nearly jumps out of its cage in your chest.
yet, juyeon catches you by your waist and pulls you up and into the aircraft, bodies dangerously close to each other as he sees every glimmer of bliss in your eyes from the day’s events. he tries to hide a smile, but he loses the motivation to just barely a few moments later.
tucking your hair behind your ear, his free hand cups your cheek and warms your cool skin, his eyes scanning your entire face like you were some kind of artwork.
“you haven’t changed one bit i first saw you that night,”
he angles his head and pulls you even closer, lips already brushing against each other.
“the only thing that’s changed is that you’re mine now.”
you hurl effort out the window, and you seal the deal with a kiss, the smile never leaving your lips.
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A/N: I’M SO SAD IT’S OVER MF I’M-- every time i start a series i find some magical way to destroy myself and i really... i fucked myself up this time round.
again, thank you SO MUCH for reading, especially if you’ve been here since chapter 1 (church). this was SO different from chaebol/lawyer juyeon because it’s not as serious, but it’s definitely ALOT MORE SMUTTIER in which i apologise if i’ve butchered some parts or another :<
i had so much fun writing this, though i was constantly worried i wouldn’t be able to write the smut scenes well enough.
again, special shout out to my moot and fan (you know who you are), for feeding me ideas and encouraging me by giving me such quick responses and such amazing reactions to every part.
this has been timetohajima on a fucking smut-roll, and i hope you enjoyed reading every bit of it the same way i enjoyed writing every word.
thank you, and i will see you soon with a hyunjae series ;)
I need comfort. I need some frickin bsd or some damn obey me comfort fics. I just want atsushi or dazai or simeon or EVEN fricken belphie to cuddle me 😭 I'm sad and I can't sleep. Halp
