Genre: fluffy smut(?)
Words: 1.128
Prompt: this ask @def-sol sent me
Warnings: needy, kinda subby Yeosang, cockwarming
A/N: This way an accident, I swear. But this concept is just so soft. I’m weak for Yeosang. I swear I’ll get back to MX now
It had been a stressful day for both of you. You had been stuck at work for way longer than you wanted to because your manager kept giving you more and more work. And Yeosang was really close to his comeback so Hongjoong had drilled the boys through the dance routine again and again and again until all of them were lying motionless on the floor.
So instead of going out to a restaurant like you two had originally planned, you just decided to order some takeout, put on a movie and cuddle on the couch.
“Big spoon or little spoon?” You asked your boyfriend as you laid down on the couch - after you had eaten an ungodly amount of fried chicken -, skipping through the menu to find a movie you wanted to watch.
“Big,” Yeosang murmured when he came back from the kitchen, slipping behind you before nuzzling into your neck and pressing a lingering kiss to the top knob of your spine. You sighed contently, relaxing into his gentle touch when he snaked an arm around your waist, his fingers softly playing with the hem of your big sweater that you might have stolen from him a couple of weeks prior. Absentmindedly you scooted closer to him, a low groan escaping his throat.
“Did I hurt you?” You quickly asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Yeosang assured you even though his voice sounded strained.
Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you turned back around to face the TV screen again, choosing a movie that you had wanted to watch for a while.
Yeosang kept shifting around behind you, trying to get comfortable before letting out a deep sigh, leaning his forehead against your neck, taking a few deep breaths.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked him when he gripped the fabric of your sweater tightly, feeling how his body stiffened up.
“Mmmmh, just a little stressed.”
“Relax, baby,” you murmur, awkwardly reaching around to card your fingers through his hair.
Humming contently, you felt his body relax behind you and eventually he uncurled his hand from the fabric. But it didn’t stay still, instead slipping beneath the sweater, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach.
“I’m ticklish,” you giggled, wiggling in his embrace.
Chuckling, Yeosang pressed another kiss to your neck, his lips lingering for a second. For a moment he stayed completely still before he took a deep breath and moved his hand upwards below your sweater.
“Yeosang, I-,“ you stuttered, breath catching in your throat when his fingers touched the soft skin of your boobs.
“No bra?” He asked, gently taking one of your boobs in his hand, not quite squeezing it but holding it securely.
“Just wanna feel close to you,” he murmured, a sigh leaving his lips when he pressed his body so close to yours that you could feel his half hard cock fit between your asscheeks, just resting there.
For a while you both stayed like that and you really tried to concentrate on the movie that was still playing but with the way Yeosang kept not quite rutting against you but pressing closer every now and then and his fingers gently massaging your boob, you found it rather hard to focus.
“Are you even watching the movie?” You gently asked when Yeosang sighed contently after he had shuffled around for a while and if the way you could feel his erection through your thin sleeping shorts was any indication, he had shoved down his own sweatpants.
“S-sure,” he mumbled, a little moan leaving his lips when he plastered himself to your back again, his hand beneath your sweater gripping your boob more tightly. You would lie if you said weren’t at least a little turned on by now. Your boobs had always been quite sensitive and the way his fingers were gently playing with your nipple didn’t help.
Turning your head towards Yeosang, you took in the sight: His whole face was flushed a rosy color, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip to stifle his noises, his eyes screwed shut and his pretty eyebrows were scrunched up.
“Yeosang, baby,” you cooed, gently cupping his face, “Look at me.”
When he opened his eyes, his pupils were blown wide, almost swallowing up his iris.
“You wanna be closer to me?” You gently asked. When he nodded his head, you smiled gently, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Let’s try something.”
Nodding again, Yeosang watched you with wide eyes as you shoved your shorts down your legs before pushing your ass back against his indeed bare cock that seemed to be fully hard by now.
“Not enough,” he whined, pulling you close again, his length rubbing against the fabric of your panties.
“Shhhh,” you tried to soothe him, lifting one of your legs so he could slip his cock between your thighs, resting it against your clothed core.
“Better?” You asked softly, swallowing down a moan when you looked down between your thighs and saw the flushed tip of his cock barely peeking out between them.
“You’re so warm,” Yeosang sighed instead of answering, nuzzling into your neck and leaving feather light kisses. Smiling you relaxed and turned back to the movie, willing down your own arousal even though you could feel the wetness that started to pool between your thighs. But this was about Yeosang and not you, even though you were sure he had to notice just how wet it was making you to feel him so close while he was so needy.
After some time Yeosang began shuffling around again, his fingers nervously toying with your boob while he shifted his hips unconsciously, making his cock rub against your core.
“Can... Can we try something else?” He whispered softly, hiding his face in your neck.
“You wanna be even closer?”
“Need to feel you,” he whimpered.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” you calmed him down, gently rubbing the arm he had around you.
“Please,” he begged, his whole body going taut. Quickly you reached down between your legs to slip your panties to the side, the fabric soaked with your wetness.
“There you go baby,” you sighed when you took his cock into your hand, coating it in your juices before guiding it to your entrance, the head easily slipping in, tearing a whimper from Yeosang’s throat who eagerly pressed close again, his whole length disappearing into you.
When he was fully seated inside you, you both let out a content sigh.
“This is nice,” Yeosang mumbled, sneaking his second hand beneath your sweater as well, splaying it out on your abdomen.
“Thank you,” he added after a while when his body had completely relaxed.
“Anything to make you feel better, baby,” you smiled.
