summary . . . how they react when you cup their cheeks/hold their face while they're working.
❪ 氷と火 ❫ fluff headcanons onf x reader 504 cw ノ flustered onf <3, kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ im buzzing w excitement for potential onf writing era everyone say thank you @loserlvrss for truly enabling my passion for them </3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
KIM HYOJIN ﾐ 김효진
lets out a soft "hm?" at first, questioning the sudden touch
but when you bring your other hand to cup both his cheeks, he gets the idea you just wanted some affection
smiles, staring back at you with starry eyes
lets you have your way, smoothing over his skin and beauty marks without protesting or getting shy
he won't say it out loud, but he thinks it's adorable the way you love to admire him
and he would do the same to you
LEE CHANGYUN ﾐ 이창윤
is immediately taken aback and extremely flustered
because a few seconds ago you were a safe distance away, but now you're mere inches from his face, cupping his cheeks and staring
his first instinct is to try to hide—closing his eyes, looking away, or trying to take a step back
but he fails on all accounts
you think he's adorable, he's embarrassed in front of your stare, and it will end with your giggles and his stuttered pleas and protests
LEE SEUNGJUN ﾐ 이승준
nearly squeaks in surprise when your hand touches his cheek because he was so focused he didn't notice when you got so close
but can't stop a big smile from growing on his face—he loves your touch so much
will probably try to play it off or tease you: "what're you doing?" or "so suddenly?"
it's mostly just to stop himself from becoming a blushy giggly mess
cause he loves when you initiate any type of skinship and he's a bit too down bad
SHIM JAEYOUNG ﾐ 심재영
your touch is always welcome, so the second your palm cups his cheek, he's relaxing into that touch
hums in content and nuzzles closer, even if he was doing an important task—work can wait for now
will bring your other hand up to cup his other cheek, bringing his face down closer to yours
talks in soft deep murmurs, asking if you need something or just wanted his attention
won't be satisfied with you pulling away until you give him a kiss
PARK MINKYUN ﾐ 박민균
takes a few seconds for the touch to fully pull his attention away from work
he'll glance at you first, assessing your face first before leaning closer
immediately goes for the kiss whether or not that's what you were fishing for
lips curving into a smile when he breaks it, letting your fingers dip to the divets where his dimples form
he'll be the first one to bring attention back to work (workaholic), although he'll still be smiling minutes after
MIZUGUCHI YUTO ﾐ 水口裕斗
doesn't expect you to hold his face when you come up to him cause he's still a little sweaty from dance practice
protesting while trying to pull away, but when he sees that you could care less about the sweat he lets you caress his cheek
eyes softening and all his muscles relaxing just from the simple touch
will close his eyes to enjoy it fully and if you try to pull away before he's ready, all you'll hear is whines that he's not ready yet
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Power dynamics, Slight degradation, Praise kink, strength kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Desperation, Begging, Possessiveness, minor impact play, Controlling behavior, Mutual obsession
Hyojin
Hyojin fucking loves when you ride him — probably a little too much. He’ll lie back at first, hands lazily resting on your thighs, just watching you bounce on his cock with that soft, worshipful look that makes your whole body burn. Every shaky breath you take, every whimper you let out, he’s drinking it in, moaning low and whispering filthy little encouragements like he’s trying to get you even wetter for him. He’ll let you set the pace, let you think you’re in charge — until you’re getting close. That’s when he snaps. His fingers dig hard into your hips, grip bruising, and he starts thrusting up into you with rough, desperate movements, like he can’t fucking stand not being the one wrecking you. His soft moans turn into ragged, broken groans, hips slamming up until you’re crying out, clenching around him. He wants you on top — but only so he can watch you fall apart first, before flipping it all in his favor and fucking you until you’re begging him to stop.
Changyun
Changyun doesn’t actually like being ridden — but he’ll let you try like he’s humoring you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you climb onto him, totally unaware of how fast he’s about to ruin you. The second you start moving, his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you. He controls everything — the pace, the depth, the way your body bounces helplessly on his cock. He drags you down slow and deep, filthy, brain-melting thrusts that make your legs tremble and your nails dig into his skin. His breaths are sharp, rough curses slipping from his mouth when you clench around him — but if you even think about speeding up or taking more without permission, he’s yanking you down hard, muttering something dirty against your skin just to make you whimper and fall apart even faster. With Changyun, you’re nothing but a pretty toy in his hands — used, wrecked, and made to take everything he gives whether you’re ready for it or not.
Seungjun
Seungjun loves when you ride him — loves seeing you all pretty and desperate on top of him, clinging to his shoulders like you can’t handle how good he feels. But don’t think for a second he’s giving up control. His hands stay steady on your hips, guiding your rhythm with subtle strength, making sure every slow grind, every shaky bounce is exactly what he wants. His voice is like velvet, full of soft groans and gasps that hit a little higher when you hit just the right angle, sweeter than you ever expect from someone so big. He praises you through it, murmuring in that low, wrecked tone, “That’s it, baby… just like that… fuck, you’re so good for me.” Every time you move, you can feel how much he’s savoring it, how he’s still steering the whole thing from underneath, letting you think you’re in control when really, he’s the one making you fall apart one perfectly timed thrust at a time.
Wyatt
Wyatt hates being ridden — not because he doesn’t want you on top, but because the second you’re straddling him, he refuses to give up even an ounce of control. His hands lock on your hips the moment you sink down on his cock, holding you there, using you to fuck himself deep inside with ruthless, punishing thrusts that make you claw at his chest for balance. You’re gasping, legs shaking, trying to ride him the way you want, but it’s hopeless — he’s not giving you the chance. His grunts are deep and sharp, his voice a rough growl against your skin when he rasps, “Take it. Take all of it.” Every time you try to lift yourself off or slow down, he just slams you back down harder, like he’s determined to break you open on him until you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but sob his name. Wyatt doesn’t give a fuck who’s technically on top — once you’re there, you’re just his to wreck however he damn well pleases.
Minkyun
Minkyun needs you riding him — needs it like he’s starving for you. From the second you settle on top, he’s falling apart, hands trembling as they roam your body, pulling you down closer like he can’t stand even an inch of space between you. His moans come quick and high, little gasps and desperate whimpers spilling from his lips every time you grind down against him. His body’s hot and tense under yours, his hips twitching up instinctively even when he’s too wrecked to keep a real rhythm. Sometimes he’ll mumble your name, soft and broken like a prayer, his eyes wide and glassy, begging you without even meaning to. The more you tease him, the worse it gets — until he’s shuddering under you, gripping at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together. Minkyun doesn’t want to control a damn thing — he just wants to be ruined by you, over and over, until he can’t even remember his own name.
U
Yuto loves when you ride him — but he’s not about sitting back and letting you do whatever you want. The second you straddle him, he’s pulling you flush against him, chest-to-chest, one hand at your waist and the other cradling the back of your head so you can’t pull away. His cock fills you so perfectly it almost hurts, and he’s thrusting up into you in slow, filthy rolls of his hips, groaning rough against your ear. Every move is deliberate, deep, like he’s trying to fuck himself into your soul, not just your body. His voice is desperate but low, whispering brokenly, “Stay close. Fuck, stay with me, baby…” every time he feels you clench tighter around him. His pace matches yours perfectly, building slow and dirty, stretching out the pleasure until you’re shaking in his arms. Yuto doesn’t want to see you ride him — he wants to feel you, own you, bury himself so deep you’ll never forget the way he made you fall apart for him.
Warnings: Feeling left out, anxiety, having trouble making friends, I think that’s it.
Thank you so much for the request, Leo! I hope you enjoy it!
Third Person POV
When (Y/n) got the news that they would be moving to Korea to study, they were very excited. A new adventure with millions of possibilities waiting for them. (Y/n) packed their bags as soon as they knew when they were leaving. (Y/n) had fixed a small apartment that wasn’t too close to the university nor was it too far away, it was a bit expensive but (Y/n) also found a job so it would be fine. (Y/n) was looking forward to meeting new friends and exploring a new city.
However, even though (Y/n) had done everything they could to prepare for this trip, they couldn’t stop their anxiety from ruining the experience. It turns out that making friends was way harder than (Y/n) had expected, throughout the first week of university, they hadn’t met a single person to hang out with. It seemed like everyone had already found their cliques, everyone but (Y/n).
The apartment might have been small but during the night as (Y/n) was feeling lonely, it seemed so vast. The walls span across the country, the roof nowhere in sight, the small night light only illuminating the shadows that dwell around the room.
During the start of the second week, (Y/n) was ready to give up, they were ready to pack up their things and return home. That was until they met two boys who finally made the anxiety shrink from a raging storm to a gentle breeze.
It was during lunchtime on Tuesday that (Y/n) ran into a guy with bright red hair, he was dressed in a dark green hoodie and ripped jeans. The guy was coming around a corner and (Y/n) didn’t see him so they ran right into each other, fortunately, it wasn’t more than a bump so no one got hurt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” The guy stopped and gave (Y/n) a bright smile while also looking them up and down to see if he caused any injuries or anything. “Um, no, no, um, yes, I’m okay, sorry for running into you,” “It’s fine! It was my fault too. My name is Hyojin! I’m an Astronomy student,” Hyojin reached out his hand for (Y/n) to shake, still a friendly and bright smile on his lips. (Y/n) reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake. “Hi, my name is (Y/n), I’m a (subject) student,” “Are you a first-year student?” “Yeah,” (Y/n) felt a bit nervous to stand there and talk to Hyojin but he was very friendly and his aura calmed her nerves. “I’m in the second year, OH SEUNGJUN! Hey,” Suddenly Hyojin saw someone behind (Y/n) and he began shouting and waving to catch the person's attention. (Y/n) turned around and saw another guy who waved back as he jogged over to where Hyojin and they were standing.
“This is Seungjun, Seungjun this is (Y/n),” “Hello, nice to meet you!” “Hi,” “Sorry, I got caught up with (Y/n) so I forgot we were meeting for lunch, about that, am I keeping you from meeting up with your friends?” “No, not really, I kind of don’t have anyone to eat lunch with,” “Just today or always?” Seungjun asked, his eyes sparkled warmly. “Ya, you can’t just ask them that,” “It’s okay, um I guess always because well I’ve had a hard time finding friends here,” “Are you an exchange student?” “Um kind of, well, I’m not from Korea originally or anything but I’m enrolled for the entire program so not just one semester or so,” “Woah that’s so cool, I don’t think I’d have it in me to move to another country to study, not alone at least,” Seungjun said. The two boys were very easy to speak with, their energy made (Y/n) open up more too, daring to actually speak and show some of their personality.
“Hey, so um, lunch is almost over now, hehe, seems like we all will have to skip it from talking too much. Anyways, Hyojin and I usually have a little picnic on Thursdays after our classes, because some weeks we don’t have time to meet up before that so it’s sort of mandatory for us to do it. Wanna join us this Thursday? It was so nice talking with you so I’d at least love to get to know you more!” “I’d like that too, so what do you say?” (Y/n) took a deep breath, they never thought that them running into a guy with bright red hair could lead to friendship. “Yes, I’d love too,” “Give me your number, I’ll text you the details of when and where and what you should bring!” “Okay!” Hyojin handed (Y/n) his phone and let them add their contact to it. “See ya on Thursday if we don’t run into each other before then!” “Bye,”
Thursday rolled around and classes were over, (Y/n) was at a convenience store to get some drinks for them and the two boys as (Y/n) had been tasked with bringing drinks. (Y/n) was feeling excited to meet with the two nice boys once again, they thought they’d be nervous but they weren’t, probably because Hyojin and Seungjun had been so nice and welcoming. After buying some different drinks, (Y/n) began walking over to the location Hyojin had sent. When they got their, they searched for the bright red hair but couldn’t find it, (Y/n) felt sad, had they been played? Had the boys just been fooling around? That was until they heard two voices shouting their name.
“(Y/n)! Over here!” They turned a bit to the left and saw two boys jumping and waving their arms around as they shouted (Y/n)’s name. Hyojin no longer had bright red hair but now he had a light blonde color. “Hey, I was trying to look for you by your hair color but you changed it,” “Yeah, I got tired of the red, also my teachers didn’t appreciate it, said it was distracting,” As he said distracting he made a funny expression and used a mocking tone, making his two friends laugh. “Well, the red looked good on you but so does the blonde,” “Thanks, (Y/n)!”
And so the three sat in a park, talking about their lives both before meeting and the most recent days, (Y/n) didn’t feel like an outsider or like they had just met the two boys two days ago, no (Y/n) felt like they had known each other their entire lives. Finally, they could enjoy this adventure. Finally, that small apartment wasn’t vast and lonely, no it was slowly getting filled with happy memories, photos, trinkets, and moments from hanging out with the two guys. And Thursday picnics were no longer just a Hyojin and Seungjun thing, it was now a Hyojin, Seungjun, and (Y/n) thing.
Hello! I apologize for not doing the smut, I hope you understand that I’m just not good at writing it >-< Maybe once I practice more, I’ll be comfortable enough to write one ^-^ anyways, I hope you like it~
-Admin Nova (P.S. I totally understand those hyung line feels)
Word count: 567 its so short I’m sorry
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Seungjun x Reader
It was a pretty normal day. You had just returned home from work, and Seungjun was at your apartment already, watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for the hundredth time. Despite him being childish and a tad dorky, you still love him more than anyone. Not only is he your boyfriend, but he’s your best friend too.
“Hey Y/N! How was work today?” He asks, beaming at you with obvious adoration. You return the smile, taking a seat next to him and laying your head on his shoulder.
“Same as usual.” You reply.
He’s skeptical of this statement. He wants a good answer.
“Really? Not one thing happened today that was different from other days?” You can’t help but to laugh at how seriously he’s taking this. That’s one thing about Seungjun that you are particularly fond of, he never wants dull. Everything about him is unique and colorful.
“A new shipment came in? It’s not really anything special or exciting.” You worked as a manager at River Island, a clothing store you fell in love with as a teenager. After working there for a little over a year, you were promoted to manager, and its been your job for 2 years now. That’s why things like this aren’t very exciting, new shipments come in every 2 months.
Seungjun, however, is very interested.
“Do you like the new clothes? Are there any for men?” You smile, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on his lap. You mainly wanted to look at him while you guys were chatting, though.
“Yeah, they’re pretty nice. I might get myself a few things. And yes, but you aren’t going to shop without me.” Seungjun is handsome, but his fashion sense is very questionable. It’s gotten better, but that’s because you buy all of his clothes and help him pick what to wear.
“Alright... I have another question for you.” Seungjun begins to regret it immediately after saying it, he doesn’t know if he’s ready, or if this is a good time at all.
“Hm?”
You notice his expression turn more serious, showing nervousness even. It’s a rare sight, and it worries you.
With a deep breath, Seungjun pulls an object out from the couch cushion. His other hand goes brush your hair out of your face.
“I’ve been planning this for a while now, I actually went out and bought this today,” The object turns out to be a black velvety box, and your heart commences a faster rate.
He opens the box promptly.
“Y/N, will you marry me?”
You sit up, so you can stare at the ring in utter disappointment.
Only Seungjun could manage making something so anticipated seem like a joke. Really? A ring pop?
“Are you kidding me? Seungjun...”
He grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the real ring.
“Sorry! Let’s try this again. Y/N, I love you so much. You’re the only person willing to put up with me, that means you must love me a lot too, right? With that being said, will you marry me for real?”
You can never expect him to do this kind of thing romantically, but who said you wanted that? You fell in love with a goofball, and no matter what stupid thing he does, you will be by his side for as long as you two are together.
❪ 氷と火 ❫ fluff friends to lovers seungjun x f!reader 848 cw ノ flirty seungjun, pet names (baby, angel), reader gets shy, kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ happiest birthday to soph @loserlvrss my fav onf enjoyer 🥹🥹 i love yapping with you abt onf and monstiez and all the other groups we love so much <3 and i love writing for you even more :)) i hope you enjoy this lil birthday present for u <3 and happy 21st!!!! / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
"Hey, baby, have you seen my hoodie?"
You glance up from the couch, meeting the eyes of Seungjun who is leaning against the doorframe. Your brain takes a second to catch up after freezing on one of the words he said.
"Baby?" you echo back, testing the sound of the word from your own lips. He's never called you that before.
Over the past two weeks, ever since the clear shift over the line of best friends, you've been struggling to navigate and accept your relationship with Seungjun. It's obvious what you want deep down. You've always meshed well with him, enjoyed his company, and found that the hours passed so much quicker when you're with him.
You think its pretty clear that you both like each other, but whether it's because of shyness or fear of crossing boundaries too fast, neither of you have wanted to address it. But when your friends ask about him, the title of best friend never feels enough. He's so much more than that in your head. He's your person, whether or not you've discussed anything romantic.
Seungjun swallows, throat suddenly feeling a bit drier, but then a small smile forms on his lips and he crosses the room to sit beside you. "Yes. Baby."
You meet his eyes again, now only a little space separating you two, but they shine so brightly that you have to look away in slight bashfulness. He's flirting with you again, and as much as you'd like to flirt back with confidence, your heart is already racing and your stomach is a mess of butterflies. The words to respond die in your throat before you ever let them out.
But Seungjun can see your smile—one that is far too wide to deny you don't like the sound of that name from his lips. That look on your face… there's nothing he loves more. So he gets a bit cockier, resting his chin on the palm of his hand before testing out another one, eyes trained on you like you're a piece of artwork he'd love to admire for hours.
"You're getting shy again, angel."
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying desperately to wipe the smile off your face. But nothing can stop it, not when he's teasing you like this. You turn back to look at him, breath escaping you because he's still testing you with his gaze. And, God, he looks pretty.
"No wonder I couldn't find it. You're wearing it."
You've almost forgotten you're wearing his oversized grey hoodie. The one he was looking for.
"It smells like you," you mumble, as if trying to grasp for an explanation that could be passed off platonically. There is none, though. Because being wrapped up in his hoodie feels like a hug from him, and if you weren't so shy under his gaze, you'd ask him outright for one.
"I like when you steal my clothes. Makes you look so…"
"So what?"
Seungjun's eyes study you, that breathtaking smile still teasing you on his lips, and your brain imagines kissing it off of him before you can stop yourself.
"So mine… is that—is that too much to say?" he backtracks a bit, lost in the moment but you catch a little hesitance in his tone. You don't like when he hesitates. You want his confidence and his flirting back; all his attention solely on you.
"No. No, it's not too much. I'm yours if you're mine," you say quickly, and your fingers ache to find his hand.
"I've always been yours. Always."
You smile at how sweetly the words fall from his lips. The teasing has melted into something softer and more vulnerable. You're both dancing around the straight confession, but the feeling is there without being said. You've long since been more than a best friend in Seungjun's eyes.
You don't know who moves first. Perhaps you both move together, hands finding their spots like muscle memory: yours on his shoulders, his on your waist. You've never kissed anyone before. You've only ever imagined what it might feel like. Whatever your expectations were before this moment, you're sure that Seungjun has far surpassed them. His lips on yours feels like the most natural thing, as if this is the hundredth kiss you've shared, not the first.
He pulls you closer like he doesn't want it to end and you let yourself melt into his arms. Desperation seeps in between tangled lips and searching tongues. The hoodie sleeves covering your hands brushes against his neck as you pull yourself closer to him. The hugs that lasted a beat too long and the flirty remarks that left you flustered could always be disregarded as just platonic somehow.
But this gives you your answer, clear and unobscured. There's no more doubt, no uncertainty, no overthinking things and convincing yourself it'll never be anything more than friends. His lips map out yours like a promise he'll love you for a long, long time. And you kiss him back in your own response—reciprocating it without fear.
Hyojin loves kissing your forehead. It’s the kind of thing he does instinctively, like breathing, like reaching for your hand when you’re walking side by side or tucking your hair behind your ear mid-conversation. It’s always soft, always warm, like he’s passing a quiet promise from his lips straight into your skin. And it stays with you—the way he pulls back just enough to look at you after, like you’re the most important thing in the room. Sometimes, though, when you’re sitting close and the mood shifts just slightly—when his thumb starts brushing your thigh in slow, absent-minded circles—his kisses start to wander. Downward. From your forehead to your cheek, to the soft curve of your jaw, and eventually the side of your neck, where he pauses, breath warm and lips just barely grazing your skin. But then he does it again, slower this time, mouth open against your neck as his hand slides a little higher up your thigh. You feel the change in him—how his grip tightens, how he presses closer, how his next kiss turns into something deeper, wetter, like he’s thinking about what else he could do with his mouth. And when he whispers your name, low and close to your ear, it doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a warning.
E-Tion
Changyun loves the way your face scrunches when he kisses your nose, how your expression shifts from surprised to flustered in a heartbeat. He does it constantly—when you’re half-asleep, when you’re pretending to ignore him, when you’re trying to be serious and he just wants to see you smile. He’ll pull you close by the waist, press his lips to the tip of your nose with a smug little grin, then tilt his head like he’s proud of himself. But sometimes he doesn’t pull away. Sometimes that kiss stays a little longer, softer, until it stops being playful and starts to feel like something else. His mouth grazes down to the corner of yours, lingers there for a second, and when you turn to meet him fully, he kisses you like he’s been waiting for it all day—slow, open, tongue slipping past your lips like he owns the moment. One hand grips your waist, the other moves lower, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers teasing just above your waistband as his teeth catch your bottom lip. And then he leans in again, hot breath brushing your ear as he murmurs something low and filthy, the kind of thing that makes your thighs press together without thinking. He laughs softly, like he knows, like he planned it—and with the way he’s looking at you, you’re not entirely sure he didn’t.
Seungjun
There’s something old-school sweet about the way Seungjun kisses your cheek, like he was made to love softly. He does it when you’re tucked under his arm, laughing into his chest, or when he passes behind you and pauses just long enough to lean in and press his lips to the side of your face. It’s never rushed, never careless—he kisses you there like it matters, like you might forget how much he adores you if he doesn’t. But when the air shifts and he’s no longer teasing, when his fingers slip beneath your chin and tilt your head just so, that same mouth trails from your cheekbone to the edge of your jaw and lower, lower still. He pushes your shirt aside and kisses the space just above your collarbone—open-mouthed and slow—until your head tilts back instinctively, like your body knows what’s coming. His tongue flicks against your skin, followed by the scrape of his teeth, and then he sucks just hard enough to make you gasp. His grip tightens at your waist, thumb digging into your hip as his other hand traces down your side, deliberate and slow, dragging heat across every inch it touches. And when you whisper his name, breath catching, he only smirks—mouth still at your neck—and says, “You like that?” like he doesn’t already know.
Wyatt
Jaeyoung does it like it’s second nature—reaching for your fingers mid-conversation, lifting your hand to his lips as if the thought just occurred to him. He kisses you there with a quiet sort of reverence, like your skin is something sacred and he’s the only one allowed to worship it. It’s gentle, effortless, and always makes you melt, especially when he holds your gaze the whole time, thumb brushing circles into your palm. But sometimes that soft touch turns heavy, like something’s shifted behind his eyes. He doesn’t just kiss your hand—he brings it to his mouth again, but slower this time, letting his lips part just enough for the heat of his breath to graze your knuckles. His tongue flicks out once, dragging against your fingertip, and then he kisses it fully, wet and warm, with his eyes never leaving yours. The tension snaps like a wire pulled too tight when he pulls your hand to his jaw and guides it down the front of his chest, his own fingers sliding up your thigh at the same time. “What are you gonna do with me now, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and rough, like he already knows the answer—but he wants to hear you say it.
Minkyun
Minkyun’s kisses to your temple feel like instinct—quiet, grounding touches that slip in when you least expect them. When you’re leaning against him, when your eyes flutter closed from exhaustion, when the room is full of noise and he wants to remind you that he’s right there. He brushes your hair back gently and leans in, lips barely brushing your skin, but it’s always enough to slow your breathing. There’s something intimate about it, something deeply affectionate, like he’s pouring all his comfort into one silent kiss. But Minkyun’s affection has layers, and sometimes that soft reverence sharpens into something much darker. Like when he kisses your temple and lingers too long, fingers slipping into your hair to keep you right there as his mouth trails down to your jaw, then your neck, then lower. You barely have time to breathe before he’s kissing you hard, lips parted, tongue pressing past yours like he’s trying to taste every sound you haven’t made yet. One hand is at your waist, the other under your thigh, gripping tight enough to leave no doubt. And when he pulls back, just far enough to speak but not enough to break the tension, he mutters against your lips, “I could make you forget everything but me.” And the worst part? He’s right.
U
Yuto’s affection is quiet, but it runs deep, and you feel it most when his lips find your shoulder—just below the curve of your neck, right where the fabric slips. He does it absentmindedly sometimes, when he’s curled up behind you, half asleep, his arm around your waist and his mouth brushing soft kisses into your skin like he’s breathing you in. It’s subtle, sweet, like he’s speaking to you without saying a word. But sometimes it shifts—slowly, deliberately—like when his fingers slip your shirt down further, baring more skin, and his lips return with more purpose. He kisses you there again, deeper, mouth open, tongue flicking against the dip between your collarbone and shoulder before he sucks gently—then not so gently. His breath is warm and low against your skin as his hand slips between your thighs, not rushing, just exploring, teasing. And when you whimper his name, barely above a whisper, he lets out the softest laugh, kisses your shoulder one last time, and murmurs, “That’s it, baby… just stay right here for me.”
genre. onf universe au (byubyu specifically). fluff.
warnings. kissing. seungjun kinda overthinks a tad but reader sets him straight. seungjun is locked up for time travel. a brief mention of guns and a past wound ig?
pairing. seungjun x fem!reader.
wc. 1.5k.
request. no.
a/n. i'm pretty proud of this fic idk why skdjs onf lore fics are always so fun to write im still fascinated by their lore even tho i don't understand it too well lol but i try my best.
The sound of metal clashing outside made a groggy Seungjun blink his eyes open. He had been locked up for over 48 hours now with no access to food. He was allowed a little water if he begged the android guards extra nicely. His throat was scratchy and dry from the time spent locked up despite the water supply. They certainly didn’t treat time travel criminals as nicely as escape rebels.
Seungjun was sure he looked horrible by now. Or “a little bit scruffy around the edges”, as you would say, even the time when he had a gaping wound in his side. He missed the way you could make light of any situation right about now. He would do anything to have a reason to laugh again.
Seungjun was no stranger to the computer operated prison cells he was often shoved into after being caught. Years ago he had been thrown in for smaller crimes, but got out within a couple hours when he figured out the lock code while no one was looking. This time, it was a lot harder. They had upgraded their system; those damn robots learned quicker than the human brain could.
He had almost accepted his fate of rotting in the small square room by the time 24 hours had passed, but he still kept out a sliver of hope. You were still out there and free, which meant you could still come to save him.
He wanted to laugh whenever he found himself stuck in a situation where he had to rely on your good graces to get out. One of these days he was sure his sweet words and gentle kisses wouldn’t be enough to convey his thanks. You were sure to get sick of him eventually, right? He was always the one messing things up.
His pride didn’t entirely allow him to accept that you were better than him, though he knew in the back of his mind that you were. You were perfect wherever he was faulty and just as decent at the skills that he professed he excelled in. Maybe that was why you were perfect for each other— or, rather, why you were too perfect for him.
It was strange how the human mind always wandered back to the people they loved. So much time and energy was spent just reminiscing memories, and while he found it beautiful, he also acknowledged it as one of humanity's weaknesses. The androids certainly didn’t spend their hard-drive space with personal connections. They didn’t have anything to lose, and that was why it was so hard to win against them.
Seungjun shook off the thoughts in his head and focused on the noises he heard from the corridor. From his watch, he knew it was deep in the night hours, a time when security usually lessened in numbers for recharge sessions. Now was as good a time as you were ever going to get if you were coming to save him. And, by another glance at the watch, Seungjun had a pretty good idea that you were.
The entire team’s locations were shared across the watches; a necessary safety measure for situations like now. The little red dot that showed your location was moving steadily closer to Seungjun’s, and that was when a shadow of a smile started to form on his face.
He stood up and walked to the edge of his cell, peaking out into the dark corridor while also being careful not to get too close to the electrically charged door. If he touched it, he would get shocks charging through his body— something he learnt the hard way. In order to escape, he’d have to take down the electricity system, but pulling off such a scheme without the android guards finding out was beyond his power with such limited resources. You, however, might just be able to pull it off undetected.
A hushed curse just barely reached his ears, and he perked up, trying to hear anything else. It definitely came from you; there was no way any of the robots would let such profanity past their voice record logs. They weren’t the best with advanced vocabulary.
Soon enough, your figure appeared into view, searching around quickly between cells. Once your eyes fell upon the room with the code that read ‘113 L. SEUNGJUN’, you were quick to rush up to the other side of the door.
“Hey, time travelling dumbass. Long time, no see.” You whispered out with a smirk playing on your lips. Seungjun could feel his heart leap in his chest and he returned the smile. He had really missed you.
You quickly punched in the code to his cell and Seungjun watched as the door flickered away. You reached out for his wrist, already pulling him along before he could ask what the escape plan was. You seemed more than familiar with the layout of the building even in the dark. Seungjun opted to let you lead him to the way out without a word. He still didn’t know if there were any guards who might be on patrol.
It was a smooth escape, and you both were out into the cool night air before too long. Seungjun let the crisp fresh air fill his lungs fully, now realising how he had been holding his breath out of caution on the way out.
“How did you disarm the security cameras without getting caught?” He asked once he had caught his breath. Though he had been mostly focused on getting out, he had noticed the distinct lack of little red flashing dots that had been his constant reminder that whatever he did was being watched those 2 days straight.
“Minkyun figured out how to hack it from the inside, so all I had to do was find the control room. Hyojin got me the blueprints and Jaeyoung helped set up the game-plan. My job was pretty simple; get in, disarm, and then go find my stupid ass boyfriend.” You grinned, ruffling his hair as you said the last part.
Seungjun would’ve complained about you messing up his hair, or even the crude nickname that he secretly adored, but he had been apart from you too long to object to anything that came out of your mouth. He was hanging onto every word, soaking up the sound of your voice as his eyes studied yours fondly.
“You’re uncharacteristically quiet. What, did something else happen while you were in there?” You questioned with a quirked brow. Seungjun just shook his head at your question.
“Nothing happened. I’m just glad you came for me.”
“You didn’t seriously think I would ditch you that easily, right?” You stared at him in shock as his eyes told you all the confirmation you needed. “Lee Seungjun!” You smacked his shoulder as you called out his name, causing him to jump and rub the spot afflicted in pain.
“Do whatever it takes to get this thought into your ant-sized brain, okay? I am in love with you which means I will not leave you behind. Ever. Even if I get blasted by one of those androids and die— I’ll haunt you as a ghost until you realize that you can’t get rid of me that easily! Don’t you ever forget that.” You told him sternly, your eyebrows furrowed.
He wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, or maybe kiss you until he couldn’t breathe; he wasn’t sure which. How he had ever ended up winning your heart was beyond him, but he was so grateful that he had. And so, he decided to go with the third option.
“I won’t forget.” He whispered, leaning closer until his breath hit your lips.
You took the first move, pushing your lips on his, starting the gentle dance of passion and care. You didn’t mind that his lips were dry and slightly chapped from the days locked up. No matter what state they were in, they still felt perfect over yours. He pulled you closer almost desperately, but you were just as eager to have him as close as possible. The effect of his absence for 2 days on you was something you never wished to repeat. Though you were sure it would come back to bite you someday; you needed Seungjun like oxygen.
The kiss lasted until Seungjun was gasping for breath, just like he had hoped. Still craving your touch, he stayed in your arms, his chest pressed against yours as close as possible until he could feel your heart racing as much as his.
And he realized that maybe you weren’t too perfect for him after all.
Maybe you were just right. Maybe he could be yours without feeling guilty about all the trouble he dragged you in. Maybe you even liked how rebellious he was, Seungjun thought as you curled your fingers through the section of bright red hair blanketed under his raven strands. The thought made him smile, summoning that warm feeling in his chest that he had always been a little wary of in the past.
Maybe he liked having someone to rely on as well, even if it was another weakness he had to account for. He made up his mind that no matter what, he wouldn’t doubt you again; you deserved at least that much, after all.
